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(Requested by littlerilizle) Some bad language in this guys.

Sometimes having Edward as an older brother was great. Being eternally stuck at sixteen wasn’t so brilliant but having an older brother to look out for you, who knew what you were going through and was there for you if you needed him, who was just as indestructible as you, that was great. Sometimes. Other times it totally sucked. 

Edward was generally a good brother. He’d help you if you needed it, he would spend time with you, he would teach you new things and he would look out for you. However, there were also times he took the ‘looking out for you’ aspect of his brotherly responsibilities too far. 

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anonymous asked:

so deacons like the agent guy and all and gathers intel, you think he's ever tortured someone to get info?

Oh dang, ok. I’ll answer this as best I can. Disclaimer: this is just my interpretation of the material.

tl;dr:

Do I think he’s tortured someone for info? Yes.
Do I think he’s wanted to torture someone for info? No. 


The Survivor’s first mission with Deacon is called “Tradecraft”, and I think it’s a great setup for his character and this specific ask.

Tradecraft (noun):  the techniques and procedures of espionage.

Some of the techniques and procedures are things we’ve already encountered while working with the Railroad: dead drops, surveillance, black bag ops that include things like lock picking to gain entry into structures, and safecracking to get to classified information, eavesdropping, agent management, concealment devices, going undercover, etc.

One tradecraft procedure is interrogation, and one technique that can be used during an interrogation is torture.

I’ll drop this all under a Read More for anyone not interested in the subject matter.

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5SOS Preference~He's Sick
  • Ashton: "Oh my God," I say as I stare at Ashton puking for about the fourth time today in the toilet. I ran to him and soothed his back with my palm. I pulled him out as he rinsed his mouth using a mouthwash. "Ashton, I think you got food poisoned." He looked at me with a confused stare. "Why would I get food poisoned? And from where?" I shrugged. "I don't know, really. Maybe the food at the party yesterday." He bit his lip as if remembering something. "Well... it did taste sort of funny.." I held back a laugh and said, "Dear, Jesus. Why'd you eat it then?" "Well I-" Whoops. There he goes again with the vomiting. He washed his mouth again and I led him over to the couch. "My tummy hurts," he groaned. "Let's go watch a movie, yeah?" I proposed. "You pick, Ash." He stood up and picked a movie whilst I prepared us food. Once I got back, he was already settled down on the couch. I chuckled and he turned to face me. He opened up his arms and I plopped down on the couch. "Comfy?" he smirked. "Shut up, and watch the movie."
  • Calum: "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No. "Yes." "No." "Goddammit, Calum. Just take your medicine." "Fine." Yesterday, the boys played soccer. I was okay with that, though. Calum just got hit by the rain as he stayed behind a little longer. Being sweaty and being hit by the rain, he got sick. I woke up to him trying to muffle his coughs, which I may add, were dry, but I heard him. He tried to convince me that he was okay and that he "can take care of himself" but I wasn't buying it. "See, I told you you would get sick." "For the last time, babe, I'm not *cough* sick." I smirked and the red on his cheeks were evident. "Mmm.. You sure 'bout that, Thomas?" "Posi-*cough*-tive." A laugh escaped my lips. "Sure. Now, take your medicine." He groaned, but finally agreed. I wrapped him up in blankets on the bed while I was on twitter laying beside him. "Cuddle?" he asked in a helium voice. "No." "Cuddle?" " Calum, you'll get me sick." He stuck out his bottom lip and put on puppy eyes. "Ugh. Fine." He grinned wide. "Yay!" I put the cover above us and I cuddled into his chest. "But if you get me sick, you're dead."
  • Luke: Dropping my bag on the floor, I closed the door. I came home from school, expecting the sound of a guitar strumming, but much to my dismay, it was quiet. Well, except from occasional coughs and groans. "Babe?" I called out. "I'm here, Y/N," a hoarse voice replied. I walked to the living room to see my boyfriend on the couch wrapped in blankets. "Aww.. What's wrong, Lukey?" I cooed, feeling his forehead. He was hot. (Well, HOT hot. But he's hot, too) "I'm gonna get you medicine, food, and water, kay? Wait for me here." I ran to the cupboards and took out a biogesic, a bottle of water, and I cooked noodles. "Babeeeeeeeeeee," he groaned, making me lightly chuckle. "Wait a sec, hun," I replied giggling. After five minutes, I poured the contents into a bowl and got a clean spoon. I put everything on a tray and carried it to the living room. I sat on the floor facing him, feeding him. Although I wanted him to feel better, I found it kind of adorable. While he ate, I told him stories about my day and how I aced the test I've studied for so long. Seeing the smile on his face made me happy. I gave him his medicine and he gulped it down with water. I put the dishes back to the kitchen with the tray. "Come on, Luke," I say as I come back, "Let's go up. You need sleep." I managed to make him stand up as he leaned onto my body for support. "Mhm.," he mumbled. "Luke?" I giggled. "Are you asleep already?" No reply. I shook my head smiling. I dragged him to out bedroom and laid him down on the bed, covering him with blankets. Just as I was about to leave, he caught my wrist. "Stay?" I couldn't say no. I snuggled with him under the blankets. "Thanks for taking care of me, Y/N." I pressed a kiss on his burning forehead. "No problem. Now, go get some sleep. love."
  • Michael: "ACHOO!" "Mhmm.." "ACHOO!" "Michael?" I turned around to see my boyfriend having a little sneezing fit. As cute as he was, I didn't want this going on for long. "Mikey, I'll go get you some neozep. Stay here." He pulled me closer, saying, "No. I'm fine. I'm not-ACHOO!" I giggled and kissed his forehead, latter saying, "Nope. Be right back." I got up, got his medicine and some water, and walked back to the room. "Here," I said, handing him the tabs. He smiled softly. "Thanks, love." "No problem." It was cold, and we were too awake to go back to sleep. We just told jokes and stories and laughed, Michael's occasional sneezes making us both burst of laughter. At about three a.m., we finally went back to sleep.