collect and destroy

We are an evil group (that are all effective level 12) centered around a baby white dragon (player character) and most of us are dragon blooded of some kind or another.

We encountered an adult black dragon who was rambling on about how we were trespassing but that he needed help getting rid of a problem in his warren and so forth.

During the middle of this monologue our kobold necromancer stands up without warning and says, “I cast shivering touch on the black dragon”

DM: “… What?!?”
Necromancer: “I cast shivering touch on the dragon”
DM: “ok… Make a caster level check.”
Necromancer: rolls a nat 20
DM *in astonishent* “wow… Well he falls into the swamp below him as he freezes”
Necromancer: *turns to my half white dragon kobold and hand him a rope* “tie this to my leg”

My character does so and the necromancer then proceeds to swan dive off the bridge till he’s hanging just above the water upside down and casts raise legion on anything dead in the swamp within range and commands all of the undead to start killing each other.
He has a special ability where any undead he raises explodes with negative energy damage when they die.

Our DM was so shocked we had to take a half hour break so he could collect himself cuz we just destroyed his quest.

TLDR: our tiny squishy insane kobold necromancer pretty much one shoted an adult black dragon with shivering touch and exploding undead.

And that’s not even the craziest thing this group has done.

DAI Companions React To: My Immortal

So it’s late and Mod Katalyna, Mod Tiarne, and Mod Sarah were fucking around on Skype (again) and we questioned what would happen if the Inquisition companions somehow got access to My Immortal and then this happened. Mods Are Cray. Enjoy.

Cassandra: She’s disgusted and goes on about how awful it is and refers to it only as garbage. She’s found re-reading it inexplicably out of so much disgust she’s interested.

Blackwall: He laughs his ass off at it and tried to play the drinking game with Bull and passes out before the end of the third chapter.

Iron Bull: He laughs at every fucking word. He loves playing the drinking game with it and both he and Blackwall always end up with the worst hangovers after.

Sera: She thinks this is the funniest fucking thing in the world to her. She re-reads it and cackles every time, laughing so hard it echoes through Skyhold. She leaves snippets of it (the worst parts) in places as pranks (usually around Vivienne and Dorian, the tale’s worst critics) and quotes it ironically.

Varric: He’s full-on sobbing with laughter (silent laughter at some points), wheezing and clapping his hands like a walrus with glee. It takes tremendous effort and time to finish it because he’s pretty sure he’ll stop breathing if he laughs any harder. He does dramatic readings in the tavern, often with Blackwall, Sera, and Bull among his audience, all sobbing with laughter.

Cole: He’s so confused by the different reactions to it and have no idea what’s going on. “Why does Ebony hate everyone? They just want to help.“ he asks. “Stop trying to analyze it, Cole!” everyone else tells him.

Dorian: One of two things could happen. Either he sets it on fire the second he understood what horror was before him, or he reads it, laughs, and gets drunk, and then burns it. Depends on how he’s feeling.

Solas: He takes one glance on the inside and tosses it up to Dorian, who he fully expects to burn it. He refuses to comment or acknowledge its existence.

Vivienne: Burns it and sends a very sternly worded letter to the author about their writing skills. She gets a response calling her a prep and is told to stop flaming.

Leliana: She hunts down every copy and destroys it. Her birds are trained to collect it and destroy it. Or just spontaneously shit on it.

Josephine: She refuses to comment. She could not remain composed if forced to comment. She has a lot of feelings about the fic but refuses to let them out because they’re all negative.

Cullen: He pretends it doesn’t exist and ignores any reference to it.

Krem: He reads it out of curiosity because Bull won’t stop laughing. He almost vomits at how bad it is.

yall im just gonna come right out and say a thing that I Extremely want

remember how the “taaco” last name was kind of a goof and justin said he’d reveal taakos actual last name later on

imagine some years down the road. all the grand relics have been collected and destroyed, everything is ok enough that all the members of the bureau of balance are able to enjoy a relatively comfortable and secure life. stuff is good. and magnus and taako have been through some shit and it took them a long time, like an achingly long time, and things weren’t always good and there were false starts and dead ends, but they eventually realized that holy shit theyre completely, totally, cannot-live-without-each-other in love.

and it took magnus even longer to get past the doubt and the worry that something like ravens roost would happen again, or that moving forward meant abandoning julia, but he finally whittled a little walnut ring and fitted it with a diamond and he proposed to taako. and right then for probably?? the first time in his life?? taako had 0 doubts that he’d be abandoned, or betrayed, and knew he was loved unconditionally, and he said yes.

and the two of them plus merle are hanging out one afternoon. magnus is working on building a whole gazebo. taako is trying to figure out how to make a cake big enough for practically everyone they’d ever met. and merle is getting his notes ready to go ahead and fulfill his duties as both a cleric and their best friend and preside over their wedding. and its been such a long time that he’s never even thought to ask before since there was so much else that was more important, but he has to, now that theres a ceremony for him to bust out his extreme teen bible and oversee.

and merle looks up from his notes and over at taako and goes, “taako, what IS your last name?”

and taako thinks for a second. looks around. over at magnus, back to merle. and he goes

“it’s burnsides, darling.”

Possibly my favourite thing about the Stevenbomb was that Gems. Just. Don’t. Get. Names. Peridot’s confusion went all the way up to Yellow Diamond without being corrected and was then passed on to Aquamarine. Not only do they still think Steven is a Steven and not a human, giving them the names of humans only convinced them there are now seven subspecies of humans and they’d better get one of each.

5

On the sixth day of christmas my true love gave to me

(a) six foot tall russian

five volleyballsfour seijou darlings, three ugly sweaters, two stupid volleybirbs & the greatest brotp


((pls click thru bc bonus is hard to read otherwise ))

Some thoughts on Shou

-Shou has many many scars on him all from his father. he sometimes just sits shirtless in front of a mirror and traces over them remembering what happened. Reminding himself that this is not normal. That this is not okay.


-Shou once saw Ritsu’s father pat his head and Shou almost blasted him across the room before he realizes that it was actually an affectionate gesture.


-Shou has a very nervous habit of biting on his sleeves. The ends of his jacket are frayed and wet and disgusting and he doesn’t remember the last time he washed it but he doesn’t want to lose it. So he never does.

-Shou has received affection once, just once, from his father after his mother left. He was eight and he was in horrible burning pain and his father picked him up and carried him to the med room and wrapped up his injuries. It never happened again and Shou is almost sure that he dreamed it…but it’s also a massive reason he sometimes doubts the abuse.

-Ritsu cries very easily. Shou laughs instead of crying. Ritsu wants to punch Shou in the face for making fun of his crying but then gets a massive pit of dread in his stomach when he sees Shou laughing off a stab wound or a broken bone.

-One time Shou did cry in front of Ritsu though…it started off as laughter that then turned hysterical and caused him to collapse on the ground shaking as he started sobbing between laughs and he couldn’t breathe and he wanted to die because he broke down and…He kept saying that he was sorry for crying….Ritsu held him tight and tried to be comforting but all he could really do in his state of shock was to rock him and try his best to soothe him

-One time Reign tried to pat Shou on the Shoulder and Shou nearly threw him into a wall. Mob stopped him but Shou was so embarrassed he didn’t come back for a month

-Shou uses memes as a way to cover for his emotional shortcomings and trauma

- Shou…knows how to dance…he learned…as part of his training???

-Shou is simultaneously afraid of touch and completely touch deprived so it ends up in this odd situation of “i can touch you but for the love of god please don’t touch me.”

-Shou batterdick cucumber memes his father’s name. He has over one hundred and twenty seven ways of saying ‘touch your toes sucky key.’

-Shou attempted to live with his mother….but….she kept trying to do things he wasn’t okay with…but by that i mean…giving him rules and curfews and things Shou has never done in his life and he gets angry and he calls bullshit and he runs away from home to hide for a few days and she panics because she lost her baby again but Shou….is not okay…with being controlled…

-Shows mom still doesn’t like seeing his power and everytime he uses it she makes a small uncomfortable expression and Shou begins to dislike them a little bit more…

-Shous hamsters are very well treated but at the same time…Shou is terrified to interact with them because he might hurt them

-Shou has a fully documented file on every injury, every scar, and every trauma his father has given him…he doesn’t really know what to do with it…

-Shou just wants to hug somebody for hours on end. To feel another person’s warmth encompassing him and keeping him safe…but he feels childish whenever he does because….who would even want to hug him??? he Should just get over it??? grow up???

-One time his mother dropped a pan and Shou nearly started crying….he hates…loud noises….he doesn’t mind if they are natural like thunder…but…the sound of a pan banging against a floor…a door slamming…hands slamming on the table….it terrifies him.

-Shou hugs his pillow when he sleeps.

-Shou used to have a stuffed animal collection but his father destroyed them..calling them childish.

-Shou has a shit ton of money coming his way because of his father but….he doesn’t really want it….it feels dirty and he doesn’t want any help…from anyone

-Shou has exactly 0 social skills. He never learned how tf to deal with people. He just tried to make himself seem as big as possible and hopes things will go his way.


-Shou uses comics, manga, books and tv shows as a way of escapism. He surrounds himself in the stories so much that he used to call his father DR. Robotnick. (Sonic sat am ref lol.)

-Shou hates taking showers or baths. He feels entirely too vulnerable and sometimes he’ll push it off for a solid month before taking one.

-Shou has never had a good night’s sleep. Ever.

-Shou has freckles. hundreds of freckles. they’re all from his mom

-Shou wants to go to school with Ritsu but at the same time he’s terrified to try.

-He’s not good with people. his schooling did not keep up 100% with academics, he hates being told what to do ect ect…

-One time he hung around reigen and did a dumb doodle on a sticky note and reigen praised it and said it looked really good and Shou started crying….he doesn’t know why. maybe it’s because he’s never been praised on his art before..

-Shou sometimes breaks into Reigen’s office to sleep on his couch. Reigen is mildly concerned but lets him do it anyway

-Shou is that person who always, c o n s t a n t l y, has to show somebody up. You ran a mile?? I ran two!! You’re feeling depressed?? well my father ran a cult and tried to take over the world and constantly abused me!! He does not mean to be mean by it…but he’s so used to his thoughts and feelings being completely invalidated that…he h a s to…you know???

-Shous relationship with his mother….hmm….It’s kinda rocky. Like they love each other but they don’t really know much about each other anymore and she doesn’t really like his powers but they still do try and they really do care for each other but there will always be this……unspoken…gap….between them.

Why he never talks about his father…why she never wants to hear.

they hug and kiss and would do anything for each other…but at the same time…something unspeakable happened here and neither of them are willing to acknowledge it

[i say kiss because familiar kisses are a thing but i’m not 100% sure they happen out of the south so like;;]

-anyway if Teru and Shou ever start talking about their feelings they would get…so frustrated with each other. constantly trying to say who had the shittier experience because i feel like this shouuppance [pardon the pun] is a core part of their characters and honestly it would reach a point where they would fucking f i g h t.

But in the end it turns out being good for them because they had the chance to let off some of the steam that they’ve been building up and lets them relax a bit and they eventually realize they won’t win against each other. They’re both too stubborn. and instead they start comparing stories and laughing their ass off about how fucked up they are.

ex:

Shou: And then he left me locked in that room for three days without any food lol!!!

Teru: Oh god, do i feel that!! I don’t have anybody to take care of me so It’s just constant isolation and if I get sick, well then! I’m not eating till I recover!

-

[Anyway this post is 1000ish words long so i’ll cut it here lol, I have more Shou hcs that I’ll probably upload later~~ Thanks for reading!]

remember when DSP had a tumblr blog and regularily drew requests they got form here?
remember how there was Seiichinara who was actively in contact with DSP, and we could send them messages for DSP interviews and DSP answered almost all of the questions and Seiichinara translated them for us?
Remember how the fandom collectively decided to destroy what we had because of a goddamn non-explicit requested Salwada pic?
How DSP got sent hate even after they apologized, put it under a readmore and added trigger warning tags?
Remember how they posted a goddamn thank you message after deleting their blog?

and yet, somehow, ppl think DSP is a bad person.
and yet, somehow, the ones who caused this think they are good ppl.

callmeoncette  asked:

You should do another one where Bucky uses modern slang because the last one had me rollin (could've been because I was high but I re read it and I was still funny)

You watched as your phone tumbled onto the ground, cracking in half. 

Great. 

You decided to bring Bucky along to see the Statue of Liberty, as you both needed to get out of that sulking tower. Everything was going swell, until you decided to lean onto the railing and try to snap a picture of Lady Liberty herself. A giant gust of wind caught you completely off guard, causing you to lose your balance. 

Bucky immediately sensed your situation and caught you in a heart beat. Unfortunately, he couldn’t save your phone, which tumbled between you and landed on the hard concrete with a loud clank. 

“Damn it!” you sighed as you bent down. You gently collected the pieces of your destroyed Iphone, completely oblivious to the super solider’s eyes that were glued to your behind. 

“Damn, Y/N, looks like those squats are paying off.’ he whistled. You peered up at him, blushing like mad. 

“You know, it’s awfully rude to stare at a woman’s behind.” you sassed, narrowing your eyes at him. 

Bucky laughed, raising his hands in defense. 

“It’s not my fault you’re gettin’ thick AF, doll.” 

The pieces in your hands immediately fell onto the concrete as you took in his words. A pair of teenage girls standing next to him immediately broke out into a fit of laughter. 

You gaped at the older man. What on earth had Sam been teaching him? You looked back up at Bucky, who simply shrugged and gave you a small wink. Never in your life did you imagine The Winter Soldier calling you “thick”. 

This was a story to tell your future grand kids. 


(im so sorry if this is shit lol i tried!)

bowtochris  asked:

I'm working on a high fantasy late capitalism RPG, named Shotguns & Socialites, whose history is based off of RPG cliches and random people get superpowers themed by their profession. Do you have any probably bad RPG ideas?


I present these probably bad ideas for your approval:

- The world has the standard dungeons (fire-themed, ice-themed, spooky-themed, machine-themed, etc) but now they have been gentrified and mostly contain horrifyingly dangerous Starbucks

-  You are a hitman, but obviously you need to keep this secret. Now you have to come up with a valid excuse for the police as to why you have developed the power to teleport people to the bottom of lakes with concrete boots on.

- There are so many “collect/destroy/use this artifact to win” artifacts that they are now all kept in a big warehouse and the adventure is a quest to navigate its bureaucracy and sign for them

- You work in an office, and now have an instinctive control over printers that you use to torment Pam from accounting

- Every PC is the chosen one. Not for something big like “save the world” but for things like “revitalise the local korean takeaway” or “write a pretty decent, but not great, book” or “have the cleanest car in the neighborhood for two weeks running”. Yes, there is a bored old wizard who has to recite a rhyming prophecy for all of these.

- Homer Simpson exists in this setting and has gained a superpower for each one-episode job he has ever had. He is the most powerful and dreaded entity in the setting. Even the greatest of heroes flee before his mighty “d’oh”.


I find peace in the rain.

Natasha x Reader

Word count: 2,645

“It came in a blur of shadows.”

Translations:

1)You’re getting slow, darling.

2) Darling.

Credit to owner of the gifs, they aren’t mine!

Originally posted by anotherscarlettblog


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Natasha ran down the hall trying to escape it, whatever it was. She knew she shouldn’t have stayed in the mainframe room as long as she did, but she wanted to get all of the information to prove Tony wrong. Skidding to a halt in front of the rendezvous point she had set up with Steve, it blocked her way.

Pulling out her pistol she shot at it, it dodged with the grace of a ballerina, something Nat hasn’t seen someone else do in years. After emptying her pistol she dropped it on the ground and tried using her widow cuffs. Every attempt was a failure, no matter how hard she tried. Nat finally went in for hand-to-hand combat. It pulled out two staves and threw one at Natasha’s head. It charged her as she ducked and sent her flying to the ground.

Nat jumped back up and onto her attacker, throwing her legs around its neck and face while hammering blows onto its head. Her attacker threw itself to the floor, dazing Nat, but not before she ripped the hood off her attacker.  "(Y/N)?“ Natasha stated in disbelief, she hasn’t seen you since you disappeared from the world 15 years ago. She never forgave you for what you did, she never forgot your face as you ran away from her, because of herself. She wasn’t able to stop you this time, you already got everything you needed.

"What’s wrong Tasha? Seen a ghost?” You hissed, as you planted your foot on her chest and kept her pinned down to the floor. “Вы получаете медленный, дорогой.” You whispered in her ear as you knocked her unconscious. It was a couple days after the mission, before anyone saw Natasha leave her room. She walked down the hall towards the briefing room, when she arrived she hesitated before opening it.

She sat down in her normal spot between Steve and Clint and crossed her arms across her chest. “Okay, so anyone know what this thing is?” Tony asked exasperated. “I don’t think its a what, I think its a who. But whoever it is, they came in a blur of shadows. They bore no insignia, no markings we’ve seen before so we don’t know who it is.” Clint said nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders. Tony laid his head down on the table and sighed loudly, while Steve stared straight at Natasha before speaking.

“Yes we do.”

Tony sat up and cocked his head to the side, Clint just looked at him quizzically tilting his head as a go on signal, Natasha avoided his gaze. “She knows.” Steve nodded his head to Natasha. “Natasha knows exactly who our mystery person is.” Tony and Clint turned to look at her.

Natasha uncrossed her arms and stood up.   “Her name is (Y/n), we trained in the Red Room together. She-uh, is one of the many other Black Widows besides me.” With that Natasha left the briefing room and went to her own room. Upon entering she doesn’t bother with turning the lights on. “Ya know Tasha, sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.” You say, setting the picture back into the drawer of her dresser. Natasha turned towards you and stared at you. “You here to finish me off sweetheart?” She said halfheartedly with a smirk. “And do what? Everything I could possibly do to you, you’re already doing to your self Tasha or you’re planning to do it. I just came here simply to check up on you.”

Natasha was taken aback with shock, the last time you were this sympathetic with her was right before you walked out on her. Before she could speak, you spoke again. “I know you missed me Tasha. Yeah, that’s right, I saw you go to visit my grave every day, or when you couldn’t you had some one take a picture of it for you. Just so you would know that I was okay, or at least my grave was. You know Tasha, out of the people in the world, I never would’ve thought you would’ve fell for my little stunt.”  You said with a hint of venom in your tone.  Natasha swallowed hard and stared you straight in the eyes. “I trusted you (Y/n). You left me alone for 15 years, 15 God forsaken years. You left when I needed you the most and then out of no where, you show up again and walk back into my life. I trusted you.” She seethed, clenching her fist. You shrugged, “ Well then, you can’t exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake.” You stated bluntly. You walked over towards her balcony, getting ready to leave. “Why did you leave? You could’ve came with me, joined S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers, and fought on the side of the good guys. The side with me.” She said, but muttering the last part.

“To do what.” You spat. “Work for some one or some group who would watch and dictate my every move out in the field and off of it? Tch. Been there done that, don’t ever want to go back.” You walked away from the balcony and towards her door. As you brushed pass her you whispered, “Some times its not the ghost that haunts us. Remember Tasha, some times memories are the worst form of torture.” You walked out of her room and calmly down the hall and into the elevator. Natasha ran your words through her head as she walked over to her dresser to look at the picture you had held. It was a collage of pictures that had you and her in them around the words “Together, Forever.”  Laying next to where she picked it up from was a note. “Don’t you ever think that I forgot you Tasha. ~(Y/N)” She sighed and sat the picture down,  then walked over to her bed and lay down. She laid there thinking that when she next ran into you would it end nicely, or would she regret everything.

It was a few weeks before the team was sent back out, weeks before you saw any of them, but they saw you or at least what you had been up to. Destroying Hydra warehouses, taking hired jobs all the norms of an assassin who wanted revenge for her past. “Heads up.” Tony said laying down a tablet in front of the team, “We’ve finally got another mission.”  Steve reached for the tablet, “In upstate New York. Hydra base, collect the intel and destroy the base. Just a normal one for us.” Steve shrugged setting down the tablet, Tony shook his head and looked at Natasha. “It would be normal, if miss sunshine’s old friend wasn’t going to be there.” Natasha shook her head and muttered to herself. “Why are we even going if what'sherfa-"Clint started. ”(Y/n).“ Natasha corrected him. "OK. Fine then. Why are we even going if (Y/n) is going to be there?” Clint asked, “ I mean, she’s part of the reason we haven’t had to go on a mission in a while, anything we do, she does on her own.” Steve cleared his throat slightly, “Because it’s a capture or kill mission, the target besides the base and its intel, is (Y/n).” Clint just gave an “Oh” expression, Natasha shook her head. “If (Y/n) is still like she used to be, she won’t come easy if capture her, that’s even if we come close to capturing her.” Natasha stood up and asked, “When do we leave?” “Tomorrow at noon.” Tony replied. Natasha nodded at him and left to go back to her room. Finding you in her room a few weeks ago has messed her up more than anything. As soon as she entered her room and closed the door she looked around to see if you were there, or if any trace of you was.

“Damn it (Y/n)! Why are doing this to me. I don’t want to have to kill you.” Natasha muttered dejectedly to the picture of the two you. She shook her head and let out a frustrated groan. “Out of all the times she’s pulled a stupid stunt, this has to be the worst.” Natasha set the picture down and finished packing her go-bag, she walked over and put the bag down by the door and then walked out onto her balcony. She looked up at the cloudy New York sky and closed her eyes, preparing herself for tomorrow.

At noon Natasha was the last one on the quinjet, she brushed pass Clint and Steve and sat down in the co-pilots seat and strapped herself in. “Come on boy’s, let’s get this over with.” Natasha said coldly checking over the controls and getting them ready. Tony, Steve and Clint just looked at each other with concerned looks. Clint sat down in the pilots seat and strapped in and looked over at Natasha. “You okay Tash?” Natasha looked over at Clint and nodded her head. Clint sighed internally and started the quinjet. The team took off and arrived at their location 30 minutes later seeing a plume of smoke start to rise. Clint looked over his shoulder and spoke out loud. “Uh, you guys might want to come and see this.” Steve and Tony walked up and looked out the  windshield. “Well, fuck. (Y/n) beat us to it.” Tony said impressed with Steve glaring at him.  In the middle of all the chaos and destruction was where you stood with your arm around someones neck and a pistol to their temple, waiting for the quinjet to land.

“It’s about damn time you guys got here!” You said to the team that got off the quinjet. “(Y/n), why don’t you let that man go.” Steve said trying to coerce you into not hurting the man that you had at gunpoint. You removed the gun from his temple and spoke. “Who, this guy?” You said gesturing towards him with your gun. “I never planned on killing him, if I did you guys wouldn’t be getting your information that you needed. So, here!” You said shoving the man at them, the man had his hands bound behind him causing him to fall on his face. Clint went over and got him cautiously and then whispered something to Cap and headed to the quinjet talking to the prisoner. “Boy did you get lucky, she usually never leaves survivors.”

Steve looked over at Natasha, “You know what to do Nat, and remember what our other option is if it doesn’t work.” He said sternly and turned back to look at you. You crossed your arms and stared back at him, while Natasha slowly walked towards you. “(Y/n). Please put your arms out in front of you so I can get this over with.” She said as she produced the handcuffs from her belt. You stared at her and shook your head. “I’m not going with you Tash. You know damn well I will never go with you.” You whispered as Natasha stood right in front of you. “I’m gonna give you one more chance (Y/n). Let me see your hands in front of you. I don’t want to have to do this, but you’ve given me no choice.” You looked Natasha in the eyes and noticed tears were starting to form. “Damn it Tash! You know I won’t ever go with you!” You said angrily, tears of your own starting to form. Natasha lowered her head. “That’s what I was exactly afraid of (Y/n).” Natasha said as she grabbed your arm and threw you to the ground. “Don’t make me do this.” She muttered, standing above you. You rose to your feet and raised your fist, preparing yourself.

“This is what it’s going to be, дорогой.”

You swung one of your legs at her’s and knocked her to the ground as she was readying herself. She jumped up and swung at you, attempting to use her widowcuffs on you. You ducked and punched her in the side and blocked one of her next attempts. “Want to play dirty? Fine, we can play dirty.” You huffed as you pulled out a knife and swung at her. Natasha jumped back, then jumped onto you and swung her thighs around your neck and attempted to choke you out.

“Not. Gonna. Work.” You said as you gritted your teeth, and threw yourself backwards onto the ground. Natasha had her breath knocked out of her and didn’t move for a few seconds, giving you enough time to pin her down and press your blade into her neck. “I’m sorry Tasha, but this is it.” You said with a steely resolve and as you were about the press the blade further into her neck, you felt a sharp pain in your chest and when you looked down you felt two more burst of sharp pain from your chest. You watched as scarlet ebbed out of your chest in three different places, one at each lung, and another just above your stomach.  Natasha scrambled backwards as you sunk to the ground gasping for breath. Natasha sat on the ground and pulled you into her lap, and cradled you. “Nonononono! N-no! This wasn’t supposed to happen!” She yelled and looked up and saw Steve with his pistol at his side and his head down.

Natasha looked back down at you at wiped the blood that started to trickle out of your mouth. “T-tasha.” You gasped and coughed, blood spurting from your mouth, covering your chin and part of Natasha. Natasha tried to shush you but you shook your head weakly. You coughed again and spat some more blood out, this time it was a darker color than last.

“I n-never stood a chance. D-did I?” You asked her weakly with tears in your eyes. Natasha stared at you, tears of her own falling onto your cheeks. “That’s the sad part. You did. Once.” Natasha cried quietly to you. You raised a bloody hand weakly to try and wipe her tears. “Don’t cry Tasha. Please, not for me.” You gurgled as the blood in your throat started to rise faster. Natasha started to cry harder. “I didn’t mean for it to end this way (Y/n).” You squeezed her hand with as much strength you could muster. “Together. F-forever. Remember Natasha.  T-together for-” You gurgled as the blood had risen to the point where it flowed out of your mouth almost freely. Natasha sobbed as your body went slack in her arms. “Ever. Together, forever.” She whimpered pulling your body flush against hers and buried her face into your neck and sobbed more.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n).”

It was a week later at your private funeral when Natasha had finally came out of her room. Dressed in a long black gown, she stooped, placing flowers at your headstone in front of the entire team. Everyone placed a hand on Natasha’s shoulder and walked away, giving her time. Natasha stooped in the rain and thought before she spoke.

 Natasha stood up and looked at your headstone and read it, and sighed. She never thought she’d see your phrase ever engraved into stone. “Together, Forever.” Was carved right above your name.  

“I always thought it would be me who would die first (Y/n). Never thought it’d be you. You used to always love playing in the rain and laughing as you’d get soaked like I am now. God you’d be laughing at me cause you know I used to hate standing out in the rain. But since you’re gone now, it’s different. It feels different. Now I know what you felt in it.” Natasha placed a hand on your headstone and closed her eyes.

                                     "I find peace in the rain.“

anonymous asked:

so i'm a huge fan of the doors music but idk much about them.. what are some things not many people know about jim and the band in general? 🤔

oh boy oh boy uhhh how deep do u want me to go??? i never get to talk abt what I really want abt Jim so I’m gonna do it now fuck it

well starters for Jim he was mentally ill. bipolar??? prob. also a leetle gay. and a kinky son f a bitch. As for other relatively unknown things abt him… He was a southern gentleman! Although he worked 2 rid himself of whatever accent he may have had. excellent table manners. the secret to his hair was washing but not brushing it, he told John dens more that.

As for the rest of the band: Robby is a pro surfer n a great skateboarder. John LOVES bongos. And Obama. As for Ray hmmm Ray initially brought Jim to join his and his older brothers band Rick and the Ravens and his brothers found Jim to be way too weird. Also when the doors sorta lived all together in Ray and Dorothy’s beach house in Venice John Robby and Jim would listen to Ray and Dorothy bang all the time and imitate the noises. The first time John did acid he went into a room and jacked off. Robby is Jewish. Rays record collection got destroyed by Jim. Also ! Jim saw Ray v much as a father figure. He also saw his lawyer max fink as a father figure. Jim and Michael McClure went to gay bars together to hang out with poets. Jim went to gay bars and leather bars on his own to be Edgy and Cool. Also when Jim first got famous everyone tried to get Jim to like ‘nicer’ women and more 'proper’ or 'sophisticated’ women because Jim loved trans girls and prostitutes and weird girls and homeless girls a LOT. That’s all I got for now.

mylordcomte  asked:

FYI about the asking about the Gatewatch getting sunburned. I wtached on the SciShow channel on Youtube that sunburned are actually the skin cells sensing their DNA got damaged from the sun's ray, so they collectively destroy themselves. The redness and the hotness is the body augmenting the blood flow to augment the skin healing. So Chandra may not burn easily, but she might get sunburned just as easily as the next guy/gal.

FYI