escalating situation

Why do roaches feel the need to fly? I’m already scared! They don’t need to now escalate the situation! It’s like if a guy took out a knife and said “gimme your wallet” and then when I’m like “okay man I don’t want any trouble, here you go,” he also takes out a gun.

TianShan chapter 214 thoughts

I see people wondering why He Tian is acting so still and quiet. 

Personally, I don’t think there is anything that deep going on. We’ve seen this type of behavior from them once before. And this is just the way they are: He Tian is the calm (well, sometimes) one and Guan Shan is the one that overreacts (all the time).

 Let’s go look back a bit….

When I first saw the last panel of chapter 214 this came to mind from chapter 160:

Remember that He Tian talked about how he doesn’t want Guan Shan to like him more and more and this was Guan Shan’s overreaction. Guan Shan is just not there  yet when it comes to romance/intimacy/sexual awakening/whatever you want to call it. GuanShan is completely clueless when it comes to that stuff. He still has a childish mentality; At this point he thinks love is gross, he totally flipped when He Tian kissed him, he ends up reading freaking astrology for advice on his relationship with He Tian. Also, remember that before He Tian entered his life,his focus was getting out of school. He’s not preoccupied with the normal teenage school life like getting involved in romances or getting good grades or participating in school activities, he rather be a delinquent, get kicked out of school and work to earn money. 

So now He Tian disrupted his plans, and for once somebody is giving him attention and a change to make money. I know He Tian has unconventional methods, but his heart is in the right place, he genuinely care for Guan Shan and wants him to succeed. He’s also head over heels for him and he has learned his lesson not to push it too far with him. “it” being sexual advances. 

So now we end up here:

There is not room on either side, He Tian is backed against the wall, hands in his pockets, again to show that he has no intention of doing anything shady, and  Guan Shan is pushed forward. He overreacts like he did in chapter 160 and He Tian, again tells him that it’s not big deal and that she shouldn’t overreact lol, like it’s normal for two dudes to rubs their dicks against each other. He’s not flirting or joking around because he doesn’t want to escalate the situation to which Guan Shan behaves like the after the kiss. If a forceful kiss made Guan Shan react that way imagine a forceful, unwanted dick girding. 

During this studio arc, He Tian has behaved pretty well and calm. He has flirted with Guan Shan a bit and nothing more, he tried testing Guan Shan with the fork but he saw that Guan Shan wasn’t ready for it yet, so He Tian is keeping his cool, and acting like this is totally normal. 

Maybe if He Tian keeps his cool,and tells him that this is not a big deal, the thought will rub off on Guan Shan as well, until he’s more comfortable with being close to He Tian, that intimacy is not so scary, that  he can TRUST he tian not to do anything stupid that Guan Shan is uncomfortable with. 

He Tian is  not saying much verbally but he sure is expressing himself well with just his actions –or lack of actions in this case. He’s telling Guan Shan that he can trust him not to break the boundaries that Guan Shan holds on to. He Tian is showing that he intends to wait for Guan Shan to be comfortable enough to make the first move. 

After The Kiss, He Tian has been atoning for his mistake. He wants Guan Shan. He doesn’t want to scare him away. 

anonymous asked:

What do you have against Bex? (Can u also provide evidence thanks 💜)

When I first got this ask, I was tempted to play it off as a joke and say “the fact she exists,” and leave it at that. But I feel like it’s important to stay informed. And if you genuinely don’t know, I’ll give you the complete rundown. It’s long, it’s messy, and it’s nasty, so bear with me.

First, and introduction. When I talk about Bex, I’m referring to the actress Bex Taylor-Klaus, who is the voice actor (or VA) of the character Pidge in the show Voltron Legendary Defender on Netflix.

It all began a while ago when Bex liked a comment of a picture. The picture involved a ship called Shei//th. I censored the name so it doesn’t show up in the tags of that on tumblr. But essentially it’s a ship between two characters, Takashi Shirogane, a 25 year old pilot who is the leader of the team, and Keith Kogane, one of the other “paladins” or fighters on the team. People like me find this ship to be distasteful, since Shiro is an adult, and the others are teens (it’s actually a bit messier than that, since an official Voltron source listed Keith as 18, but the producers of the show, Lauren Montgomery and Joaquim Dos Santos, said they were not consulted on the book so there’s some question as to whether it’s canon or not). Either way, the consensus by most reasonable people is that it’s probably not a healthy thing to depict in children’s media, when you consider the considerable age difference, the power imbalance (leader, senior officer with someone they are in charge of), and finally, the iconic line by the character of Keith himself when he defines their relationship as a familial one.

Nonetheless, the ship persists, as nasty things on tumblr are wont to do. There’s a lot of shipping discourse on tumblr between two distinct groups which can be labelled as “antis”–people who are not in favor of any Shiro/paladin ships, or what has become to be known as “shaladins”–people who ship any variation of Shiro with the paladins.

Here is where Bex got involved. On Instagram there was a picture of a black shoe and a red shoe together and the joke was about the shoes being a prophecy that Shei//th would be canon. A joke, mostly, considering all the evidence above. But here’s where Bex got herself in trouble. She liked a comment on the picture where someone said “Keith is a power bottom confirmed.”

Obviously, this caused a bit of an uproar within the fanbase, especially between the discourse between antis and shaladins. Shaladins were celebrating that an Official Voltron Source liked their ship, and antis were angry about that acknowledgement of the ship at all by official sources, and the sexualization of a kid’s show (more on this later.)

So of course this sparked the discourse on tumblr. One user, @lancehunks, who was receiving asks about Bex, tagged her in the replies.They were definitely unfavorable. 

and 

and a few more. 

Bex, being the big strong, adult, woman she is, decided that she could not take this obviously grievous insult to her name [sarcasm], and decided to reblog them all and respond to them. Keep in mind, that @lancehunks was just 13 years old. And Bex (22) decided that these were appropriate responses:

Yep, you read that right. Not only an adult but employed on a kid’s show! To a 13 year old! The target audience of the very show she’s a part of! (Oh, the hypocrisy). But wait, there’s more:

Just in case you’re confused, let me tell you the many, many reasons why this is unacceptable. 

  1.  Bex is an adult. You’d think she’d be a little more mature by now just in general. It’s the internet and there are trolls.
  2. The person she was addressing was 13!!!! Do I think it was mature to tag Bex in all those posts? No. But it’s… behavior that you can expect from 13 year old’s on the internet. If we swore at and tore down every single one of them every time they did something dumb, we would need a lot more therapists for teens in the world. Plus it’s really disingenuous to pretend that we wouldn’t have done something similar when we were younger if we were in that position.
  3. Bex is famous. While she’s certainly not on the caliber of massive A-List stars like Tom Holland or Zendaya, she has a fanbase that exceeds the normal person’s friend group. Just because she’s been on TV before, she has groupies that will support her no matter what, who will troll for her, who uncritically and unconditionally worship her. I’m not a Bex fan, nor do I really care to know her well enough to know just exactly how many fans she has, to be certain she does have them. When she publicly reblogged those words, that “motherfucker,” those fighting words, she weaponized her fanbase. What I mean when I say that is her behavior gave her groupies permission to behave the same way. By targeting someone who didn’t like her (a thirteen year old!!!!!), she opened the gates to her fans and groupies doing the same thing, to a kid.

This lead to some terrible things happening. The 13 year old was getting death threats, sexual violence threats, and nsfw content, all because Bex just couldn’t let it go. 

What does this mean? Finish it? Finish the kid? If you’re so sick of the fighting, then why did you even respond in the first place? Bex is the one who escalated the situation. Bex is the one who caused the fighting in the first place (by that I mean the fighting between the two that night, the fighting between antis and shaladins has been going on for as long as the show).

There we go. Now he have something resembling dignity. But unfortunately the damage was done, and user @lancehunks deleted their blog. As a direct response to Bex’s actions. Bex caused a 13 year old to leave tumblr. 

When hearing this news, Bex offered a half-assed apology:

This is the most insincere apology I have ever seen. “The internet has Bad things on it and it’s YOUR fault for seeing them” is not an apology. The best part is that she’s a big fat hypocrite. “Sometimes, when it’s harmless, the best thing I can do is shake my head and keep scrolling.” So why didn’t you Bex? Why didn’t you keep scrolling instead of targeting a 13 year old?

In light of recent political events, though there’s one thing that stands out to me: 

Sound like anybody you know? The esteemed President, perhaps?

*disclaimer* I am in no way claiming that Bex is a Trump supporter. I don’t know enough about her–and I don’t want to know enough about her–to know where she leans politically. I’m just drawing the attention to the similarities in moral equivalency going on, here.*

Sure you targeted a 13 year old and weaponized your fanbase, but someone tagging you in a snarky post is just as bad, right? (Wrong.)

You’d think that would be the end. You’d think that Bex would be capable of living and learning, or maybe even just taking her own advice, and keep scrolling. But here we go again.

The next bit of drama started when the possibly canon guide book was released, stating Keith’s age as 18. There was a big celebration on the shaladin side because technically, that would make it “legal” for Keith and Shiro to have sex. Besides the fact that legal  ≠ moral, again, Voltron is a kid’s show. But on tumblr this time, Bex posted this.

This time, the discourse surrounding Bex was a little different., This time, the discourse mostly focused on the fact that even if Shiro and Keith disregarded canon and morals and the fact that it’s a kid’s show ever did get in a relationship, the only thing that matters is how they like to have sex.

This is a problem for a lot of reasons. There’s a culture, pretty prominent on tumblr of women, mostly white, who are obsessed with gay sex. They write fanfiction and p*rn solely for their own personal gratification. This, of course, is a gross misinterpretation to wanting LGBT+ representation. If you aren’t a mlm (an acronym for men-loving-man, that includes many sexualities) then writing p*rn about is sexualizing them, using them as a tool to get yourself off, and not like complex human people. Mlm are more than how they like to have sex. In fact, that shouldn’t be a part of a discussion for anybody except between willing partners. This also feeds into the popular and damaging stereotype that gay men are predatory by nature.

So, as a whole, not good. 

And again, we have a whole situation escalated by Bex. The worst part is, to people who tried to explain this to her, the only response they were given was a gif:

So once again, a minor dared to express their distaste for Bex on tumblr. But this time, they didn’t tag her. This time, they censored her name. But Bex found it anyway. And she decided to do the exact same thing that led to a minor leaving the website, and to stop watching the show. 

Have no fear, this time though. This time, Bex is going after a 14 year old, at least she’s not going after kids anymore, right? [sarcasm]

Some final notes. 

Bex claims to be an LGBT+ rights activist. I’m also pretty sure she’s a lesbian herself (again, I already know too much about her, I’m not looking to get to know her better.) So, you’d think, as someone who wants equality for LGBT+ people and communities, she’d have the wherewithal to listen to specific subsets of that group when they say something about themselves, like, for example, young mlm who don’t appreciate being sexualized by a white woman. So I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when I saw this on her blog:

Now, I happen to agree with the above statement, but it’s so ironic, so hypocritical that Bex is talking about the sexualization of anything. Because kid’s shows aren’t safe from her sexualization and mlm certainly aren’t. How can one person be so incredibly oblivious? A mystery that I don’t have any interest in solving. 

I also want to address something a little more devious and a little more dark. I personally know of at least 12 different people who sent Bex asks, politely explaining some of the things I’ve talked about here, or relaying how her words hurt them personally. Bex never answered any of them. But she did answer this:

Just to be perfectly clear, I do not condone or encourage hatemail. Do not send people anything wishing them death or harm in any way. I have never sent nor do plan on sending hatemail, and you should be ashamed of yourself if you do.

However, this is incredibly nefarious. Bex doesn’t answer any of the many asks she got that were polite, but proved her wrong. She didn’t answer any of the young mlm who gave her their personal stories and who weren’t anonymous. Instead, she publishes this. And she did this on purpose, to make her look innocent, to make her look like she’s the one being attacked. I get hatemail every single day too. Things along similar lines to this. I block the user. Delete them, One, because I don’t want to expose my followers to that kind of negativity on a daily basis, two, a mature person knows that deleting them is the best kind of revenge because the user will be constantly looking for a response and they will know they had no effect on me and three, because if you do that, eventually they stop. This is intentional on Bex’s part to make the people who don’t like her look bad. I don’t like Bex at all, and I certainly do not support that message. Any reasonable person wouldn’t. Also the fact that it’s an anonymous message adds a certain air of doubt as to who sent it. 

The point is, Bex is purposely ignoring polite and well-meaning people and posted this to “prove” she’s the one on the “good” side because no good person would send that message.

This is also worth noting: 

This was posted after the lancehunks debate but before the power bottom comment she made. In this post, Bex admits that a relationship between Shiro and any of the paladins is predatory in nature. She said that. Her words. And then after that she said that Keith was a power bottom. 

The last thing I want to say, is that Voltron is a kid’s show. It’s rated US-TV-Y7. Which means for years 7 and older. Regardless of the ship, there should be no sexual content, be it fanart, of fanfiction of Voltron characters at all. We are all collectively responsible for keeping content age-appropriate for the target audience. So, stop it. All and any ships. 

For minors, this is my advice to you:
Bex is a predator, a hypocrite, and a liar. Do not engage with her. Block her. Do not tag her in any of your posts. She has a history of targeting minors. Protect yourself. Do not engage.

Flirt (Intro)

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genre:
fuckboy!jungkook, college!au, smut?, angst?
words: 1.9k
member: jungkook (ft. taehyung)

despising jeon jungkook as he hooks up and steals your best friend away from you. 

(credits to gif owner for the gif that kills all)

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Jeon Jungkook.

The man who every girl on campus had an eye on, along with his crew of other fuckboys. He would show up on campus with different girls everytime, wrapping their arms around his frame, “claiming him”.

You despised him though, because his next target was your best friend.

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anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a mafia!daddy!phil × pastel!little!Dan ? ?? Cause that hc is freaking grEAT (possibly some smut?)

Prompt: dan wearing those cute velvet shorts you see on Instagram and phil can’t keep his hands off of him. (mafia!daddy!phil and whiny!little!dan?)

Oral fixation pastel Dan is all I beg you for

can i pleeease have some more little dan with oral fixation??? 

Here y’all go. Plus dirty talk, exhibitionism, and cockslut!dan. If you have trouble getting past the cut on mobile, open in your browser.

Being the son of the boss always has it perks, but when your father is the boss of the mafia, the fringe benefits are almost endless. It certainly isn’t the most relatable circumstance, but Phil Lester is acutely aware of the privilege his heritage brings. His family has never had any financial issues, and, although it may not be the most honest money, it made for a very comfortable childhood. Growing up, Phil never had to worry about being bullied in school – even though he was a fairly strange, quirky kid that would usually attract that kind of negative energy in the cesspool of teenage hormones that is high school, everyone was well aware of who his father was and what he could do, so he was left well alone. Now that he’s older, his blood keeps on giving in the form of a large house in London and connections with almost every business in a ten kilometre radius. That’s not to say Phil has had an easy life, but his problems are quite disparate from the average persons’. He may be rich with a notorious last name that opens back doors, but he does live with the constant knowledge that he may be shot dead at any moment, so he supposes it all evens out.

He works as part of the family, of course. That’s how the mob operates and, although he’s had his fair share of morality crises, he enjoys it. He’s not the eldest son, so, as long as nothing happens to Martyn, he isn’t expected to take over when his father – willingly, or otherwise – steps down, but he is still in control of some aspects of it. He supposes he’s a capo, in a way, being able to give orders to soldiers to do the bidding that’s sometimes his own, and sometimes passed down to him from his father. Most of the members he ranks above are considerably older than him, considering he’s only twenty-five, and he can tell from the hard look in their eyes when he gives orders that they’re not exactly thrilled about that. It doesn’t really matter, though, because to go against Phil is to go against the boss and, unless they’re actively looking to be killed, that’s not a very bright idea.

Phil’s seen a lot of shit since being inducted into the business at twenty. Before that, his father always kept things vague and the gory details hidden, probably more on Phil’s mothers’ wishes than his own, but the reality of what being in the mafia involves couldn’t be sugar-coated for him forever. He’s seen theft, assault, battery, and a fair share of murder. It’s not what Phil would call ideal, but it comes with the kill-or-be-killed lifestyle. He’s pretty much desensitised to the horror of it all by this point, but there is one incident that affected him above any other; it was also the chain of events that led to him meeting Dan.

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🎀 How to help a hypersensitive little when they are overwhelmed: 10 tips 🎀

Some littles have special needs such as Autism, Sensory Processing Disorder, or something else that causes them to be hypersensitive to stimuli (touch, sound, lights, etc.) like myself. Speaking from personal experience, these are some things that help me, so they might not work for everybuddy. However, if it helps some people it will make me feel good! 🙈


1. If your little has a weighted blankie, vest, stuffie, etc. allow them to use it. Pressure input can help them feel more safe and calm down better. 

2. If they like to be held then holding them and cuddling them close can really take away some anxiety and overwhelming feelings. Having someone play with my hair helps me as well. 

3. Help your little direct their focus to something that you know will help them calm down. I like to be helped to focus on music or simple tasks such as kids puzzles or Ispy. 

4. Calming sensory input is important. Creating a calming environment where your little can go such as a sensory room can be very helpful for when they are overwhelmed. Have things like calming lights, sand or water tables, water bead tables, an indoor swing, bubble tubes, lava lamps, and other things that your little finds calming. 

5. If you are not at home and they are overwhelmed and need to stimulate, having sensory toys on hand is a really big help for us. I personally have pica, so I chew on things a lot when I shouldn’t. There is lots of chewable jewelry for special needs and other chewy toys that won’t tear up easily like baby tethers do (which I used to use when I was younger). Things like tangle jr, fidget cubes, water wigglies, kiosk balls, monkey rings, kinetic sand, and floam are some of my favorites. 

6. It seems simple, but talking to us in a soothing calm voice really helps a lot. Instead of maybe getting frustrated or using a loud voice, try talking softly and down at our level. It makes me feel a lot calmer anyways. 

7. Sitting in a rocking chair or a swing and just rocking and cuddling can help lots too! Repetitive motions that are soothing like that help me calm down a lot. Sometimes even taking them for a car ride if they are stable enough is a good idea. 

8. If they are feeling overwhelmed because of sensory input, it is a good idea and very helpful to remove the overwhelming stimuli or remove them from the environment if possible. I am always very grateful when someone helps me out this way when I am feeling very overwhelmed because of sensory input. Noise cancelling headphones are also a good investment, so are body socks!

9. Something you can do anywhere with your little is breathing exercises to calm down. I know that when I get overwhelmed or overstimulated I can easily lose control of my breathing patterns, so doing breathing exercises with someone really helps. 

10. My number one tip is to stay calm. Even if you don’t feel calm on the inside, you should seem calm and collected on the outside. Don’t panic because a hypersensitive little can and probably will feed off of this and it can only escalate the situation. 


💕 I hope that this helped someone. Please heart if it helped you and share so that even if it didn’t help you it could help someone else. 💕

Deepening Social and Political Conflict in your Fiction

In many speculative fiction works, war or civil unrest is common, sometimes it’s a given. And yet so often, these grand, world-shattering wars are shallow when looked at straight-on. If you think about the history of the conflict or the spark that sent the nations to war, you can come up kind of dry. A lot of readers are tired of “WAR” being the default backdrop of a story, especially when it’s used as a prop rather than handled with the care it should be.

So how do you make sure that your social and political conflicts don’t just provide a canvas to your story, but help deepen and strengthen the world and the characters therein? Simple! Just do a little thinking! 

General Questions

  • What are they fighting over/why are they fighting?
    • Land
    • Pettiness
    • Resources
    • Religion
    • Safety/Peace-of-mind
    • Debt
    • Misconceptions or misunderstanding
    • Political or social ideologies
    • Power
    • Lies
    • Something stupid
    • Freedom (revolution)
  • Who is the root of the conflict between?
    • Nation & Nation
    • Government & People
    • Two factions of people
    • Parts of the same government
    • Government & Church/Religious group
    • Church & People
    • Government & Private institution
    • Or does it span numerous groups?
    • How has it spread?
  • How long has this conflict been going on?
  • What was the origin point of this disagreement?
  • How quickly have things escalated? 
  • How has magic or technology figured into the conflict as it is and as it’s developed?
  • What has motivated the continuation of this fighting?
  • What level of devastation have the people dealt with?
  • What is the military structure of the two sides?
  • How much do your characters know and understand about the history or reasons surrounding the war? How does that influence their feelings toward it?
  • Are there outside influences that are escalating the situation by getting involved? Perhaps manipulating or aiding one side?

Long-Time War

  • What event triggered the initial conflict? The war (if they’re two separate things)?
  • Do the people remember what started the war, or has too much time passed?
  • How has the constant presence of war altered the society and culture? 
  • How much fear is present in the day-to-day life of the citizens?
  • How do parents handle the knowledge that their children will undoubtedly go off to war at X age?
  • How has the family structure changed with the constant absence of soldiers?
  • Does lineage play any part in how likely a child is to be recruited or what level they start at?
  • How hardened have people come to war and death?
  • When does soldier training start for children? Is there a gender divide on who fights and who doesn’t? How is “fitness” determined for combat?
  • Has there been any tries at peace between the warring factions? How were they handled? Why did they fail?
  • Have art, literature, music etc. survived the enduring war? How has the umbrella of unrest affected the arts?
  • What do the people believe this war is trying to accomplish? Or do they accept it as a part of life that will likely never go away?

Sudden War

  • How do people cope with the upheaval of their lives?
  • How are soldiers selected and trained?
  • How informed are the general citizens?
  • How in-danger are the non-combatant people?
  • Are emotions running rampant, or are they in check? Or is ignorance bliss for most people?
  • How quickly did the inciting incident lead to the full-on war?
  • How well- or ill-tempered are the leaders of the sides and how does that contribute to the way the delegations, exchanges, and treaties are handled?
  • Are the people of the general public on board with going to war, or are they angry about their leaders’ involvement?
  • How well-documented and reported are the goings-on at the front lines/in governmental offices?

Civil Unrest

  • Why are the people unhappy or unsettled?
  • What groups are trying to resolve the issues or help the needy during the fragile times?
  • What are the opposing sides/ideas trying to accomplish and how are they balanced over discontentment rather than heading straight to war?
  • How much pressure is there to start an uprising?
  • Has the disagreement between some groups brought unity to others?
  • Is the unrest more mental and political, or are there mobs rioting in the streets?
  • Are there rumors (true or not) circulating that are adding to the tension?
  • Is there a press involved? How are their reportings affecting the people? How are they viewed by the ones in power?
  • How long has this unrest been present? Do people think that it will eventually lead to a revolution or war…or are they just resigned to the way things are?

Happy writing!

Check out the rest of the Brainstorming Series!
Magic Systems, Part One
Magic Systems, Part Two
New Species
New Worlds
New Cultures
New Civilizations
Politics and Government
Map Making
Belief Systems & Religion
Guilds, Factions & Groups
Science & Technology
History & Lore

Loki Imagine - Tension *smut*

Warnings: smut , fighting, I’m writing this at 5 am so I have no idea if it’s even readable, be prepared, oh and Thanos/ Infinity war didn’t happen in this fic. Long beginning before the smut

Your P.O.V.

Loki’s reunion with the Avengers was absolutely not going well. Asgard got destroyed but the people made it to Midgard and somehow, God knows why, they got permission to build up a small kingdom in Norway. A few difficult months later, the Avengers were invited to a royal party Thor threw for Asgard. Loki, my boyfriend, wasn’t too excited for the party.

Therefore, I, his supportive girlfriend stayed by his side all night long. Everyone was dressed up nicely and the new castle that was still unfinished, looked rather fancy. It was quite different from the golden Asgard, since it was more victorian. The brothers got along way better now so their style was obvious in here. Loki and I were about to speak to Captain America and Iron Man who had a chat nearby. I even spotted Black Widow who had just been hanging out with Hawkeye. I assumed the man was getting drinks.

‘‘ Y/N, do you really think it’s necessary for me to meet them again ? ‘‘ Loki questioned me with a low voice that only I could hear since we were so close, me holding onto his strong arm. I looked up to face him, giving him a warm, red smile. Seeing him so worried made me want to comfort him immediately.  ‘‘ It’s going to be alright ‘‘ I reassured him and squeezed his arm gently, fingers struggling to get a grip of the silky material he wore tonight.We had matching colours, green, gold and black. I wore a dress and he wore a suit. 

 Only a few more steps and we were by the group. Sadly, they all fell silent as they saw Loki and I grew nervous. Naturally, I didn’t wish for anything bad to happen to him. I cared about the God of Mischief with all my heart and if he was sad, I was sad.

‘‘Hi! It’s nice to meet you’‘ I was the one to break the rather awkward silence. All eyes were on me and I realized they weren’t any softer towards me. Well, I wasn’t sure what to expect. ‘‘Hi’‘ Tony cleared his throat, deciding that being quiet was too odd. The brown haired man glanced at Loki and it seemed like he grew a bit tense. Steve and Natasha glanced at each other, speaking through their eyes. The awkwardness was so evident it sent shivers down my spine.

‘‘The last time I saw you dressed up, you were causing chaos in Germany’‘ Steve spoke to Loki rather harshly. The way he spoke angered me but for the sake of Asgard tonight, I tried to keep myself together. It just made my stomach heavy from rage. How disrespectful. ‘‘Well times change, Rogers. This is Asgard, there’s no need to worry’‘ Loki attempted to bear with them. I smiled again, nodding silently in agreement.

Footsteps approached us and of course it had to be Hawkeye. We all turned to look at the man who had two drinks in his hands. The same second he laid eyes on Loki, he seemed pissed off. The man clenched his jaw and gave a drink to Natasha, never taking his eyes off my boyfriend. Great, just great! I didn’t expect things to go south this quickly.

‘‘It’s technically Norway’‘ Natasha muttered before tasting her beverage. My eyes widened in shock of these people. I noticed how Loki tensed up since I was holding onto him. This situation needed an ice breaker for sure.’‘You’re technically a fucking bitch’‘ I sneered quietly, regretting that I didn’t listen to Loki. Once again, all eyes were on me and even I was shocked I said that out loud. Loki raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat, by that letting me know I either screwed up or made him want to laugh.

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Off Guard Part 1

Summary: When a former HYDRA agent is brought in with a change of heart, Steve and Tony disagree on how to proceed. Peter, however, takes matters into his own hands.

Author’s Note: Yes, you guys, another one shot. I’m getting the vibe you might prefer these at the moment? Anyway, cheers to @littlemisssyreid for giving me the idea and for betareading like a boss

Peter Parker Masterlist

Part Two

Masterlist

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Part One

Steve looked you up and down as he sat opposite you, his brows furrowed.

“You seem awful calm for a girl in your situation,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Not much I can do, really, is there?” you replied, leaning back as far as your cuffs would allow you.

Steve let out a dry chuckle and shook his head lightly.

“You know, I’ve spent most of my life fighting your kind.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Shouldn’t you be a bit more scared? I mean, you’re just a kid, after all.”

You let out a scoff of laughter, shaking your head softly.

“I worked for HYDRA, and you thought I’d be scared? I must say, I thought you were smarter than that, Captain.”

He leaned back, cocking his head to the side as he watched you. You didn’t break eye-contact for a second.

“And what makes you think we’ll trust you? What makes you think we’re not going to send you straight into solitary confinement?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t for a second think you’d trust me. I mean, an ex-HYDRA agent walks straight up to your front door and says she wants to help you out? Not likely,” you mused, a soft smile on your face. “And as for the ‘solitary confinement’ bit, I don’t think there’s any chance of that happening, because, as you so gracefully pointed out, I’m just a kid. There’s no way you’d let that happen.”

“You don’t think I’d let that happen?”

“Oh, absolutely not. Captain, you might have your flaws, but you really are Captain America. You look deeper than that. You’ve probably already conjured up a thousand theories about how an innocent child like me gets herself involved in an organisation like that one. Spoiler alert: it’s never the child’s fault.”

“Yet, you’ve suddenly had a change of heart, have you?”

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Dean Winchester + Emotional Intelligence (3/?)

This is empathy, and empathy is one of Dean’s greatest emotional strengths. Dean wanted to tell Ronald the truth about the shifter right from the start, instead of allowing him to believe he was crazy.  He didn’t want Ronald to believe he was crazy. But because Ronald didn’t know the truth, the situation escalated and a lot of people were put in danger. 

Given the chance, Dean does what he wanted to do in the first place: validate Ronald’s feelings and let him know he’s not crazy. That there really is something going bump in the night, just like Ronald believed. This show of empathy and kindness not only defuses a volatile situation, but also wins Ronald over and allows Dean to do his job. {2.12}

"It's a free lake, isn't it?"

Warning: long story: This happened a couple years ago at my parents’ cottage. This cottage community used to be pretty sparsely populated and felt pretty remote…back in the 60s when my Dad was a kid. These days it’s completely built up and feels more like a subdivision with water between the houses instead of roads. A sunny summer Saturday can get really busy. My Dad, however, still likes to go up there for a quiet relaxing experience—something that is still only kind of possible because their place is on a tiny little island to itself. Lots of boats go by out in the open water, but they don’t come in close so it’s not much of a bother.

Then one day my parents, myself, and one of their friends are sitting on the dock, enjoying a quiet drink as afternoon turns to evening, when they see two fishermen in a pontoon boat pull around the point of the island, trolling along the waterline. This happens sometimes, and isn’t a big deal so long as people are respectful. These two were not.

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PULP FICTION 📖 [ACT 2] (DISCONTINUED)

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence, death

a/n: holy heck! i was swarmed with positivity! thank you, everyone! also, just to say, i had a smut scene written for literally the opening of this chapter but i was like – hmmm, too much? so i scrapped it. so it will appear later. (i tagged everyone who requested a part2! hope you don’t mind!)

also important to note that i don’t like billy. but he is very hot. i would climb him like a tree. call me a monkey bcs i’m bananas for him. would peel his clothes off in a second. okay i’ll stop now

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MASTERLIST.

[ACT 1]

music.

Your lips move onto his in frantic desire fuelled movements that make your insides tingly and your head spin. Everything is a buzz. The wind howls in your ears and curls the strands of your hair. His cologne intoxicates you and you let yourself be devoured. His hand, first minding its own business, lands on the inside of your thigh and squeezes playfully, possibly in promise of more if you were a good girl. A tingle of excitement sparks. You giggle and smile dreamily, letting one last kiss trail his lips pulling away. And as you open your eyes to meet his ice blue ones looking straight at you in hunger mixed with quiet rage your heart drops and a breath locks in your lungs. A harsh slap echoes in the speeding car and your right cheek burns like it was touched by fire.

The atmosphere morphs from cheerful and carefree to dark and dangerous. The broad daylight illuminates the quiet neighbourhood and makes everything appear sharper. The summer heat cools down and now it’s chilly. You shiver. You keep shivering until tears crawl up your neck and gather on your lash-line. Afraid to move - afraid he might snap again, if you do – you continue starting at the backseat as if trying to process what just had happened. The force of his touch – the roughness of his fingers, the sensitivity of your skin – made you turn the other way. It would be pointless to deny that it stings. But what stings more is that he disregards you enough to even do it in the first place.

But Billy’s hand doesn’t move from your thigh. It stays there, warm and soft, like its meant to belong there, like it’s a perfect fit. He squeezes it again, lets his fingers tatter on your blushed skin, and this is how you realize you are safe to move, safe to look at him, safe to bring your hand up to the cheek and caress the hurting spot. His eyes are fixed on the road, jaw tensed, lips red and raw from your kisses. He glances at you as you slump in your seat, gently rubbing your cheek as you are unable to lift your eyes to look at him.

“Serves you right for fucking others.” He utters under his breath, in a mixture of controlled anger and guilt.  You gulp.

But I didn’t, you think, desperate enough to scream but for some reason your lips won’t open. Shakily, your free hand engulfs his. The only plus of this situation is that now you know what is up with him, what has been up with him all morning. It was about that stupid party you went to a few nights ago. It got rowdy and some guy kept pestering you while your girl-friends kept winking and nodding and telling you to ‘go for it’. You didn’t. You’d never. You love Billy, despite how flawed he is. You acknowledge that he really isn’t the best person. You don’t deny disliking the way he treats his sister, his past lovers, or you for that matter. But you’re naïve in that way. You are the only one he has, and the only one that believes he has some good in him.

So you forgive him, and he knows you do because you are smiling at him gently as the bruise on your cheek starts forming. The tears are abruptly blinked away. The shock trickles down along with chilly shivers and once again, heat engulfs you like an old friend and you find your voice somewhere in the back of your throat, “I didn’t.” You rasp.

Don’t lie to me.”

“I would never lie to you, Billy; you know I’m not like that.”

“Fuck if I know what you’re like.”

It is true, in a way. You don’t exactly spend your free time talking all that much. It’s mostly sex or kissing or doing other things that don’t involve conversation. But you feel bad. Feel guilty, that somehow this situation and others that had been like this are your fault. Perhaps you should’ve been more honest. More with him. If you weren’t lucid during the party, maybe you would remember more, maybe you would’ve sought him out and stayed by his side like any good girlfriend should. It’s not that you weren’t with him, per se, but clearly your presence was missed if he’s acting this way. It hurts. Really hurts. You don’t want him to think of you as just a little toy for him and for others to squeeze when they please. There are things you want to say, accusations you are sure you would never dare to speak of. It’s all there, in the back of your mind, whispering evil and vile things, prompting you to snap back at him, to demand respect you know you deserve.

But do you, really? Doubt plagues you. And you don’t say anything. You don’t dare. That would be too risky. He’s already upset, and so are you, and there is no need to escalate this situation any further. You swallow down the lump in your throat, but it doesn’t go away; anxiously your eyes jump from one place to another, as if trying to map out the houses and recall their details in most striking precision if anyone was to ever ask.

“I love you, Billy.” You say instead, hoping that it is enough to soothe him.

“No, you don’t.” He murmurs under his breath; his hand leaves your thigh, leaving a cold spot. He pushes the accelerator and the car roars down the street, picking up speed faster than you can blink. A bitter taste floods your mouth; uneasy your brows knit together and you look at him.

“Billy?” You call him softly. He pretends he doesn’t hear you. Glancing at the road your heart jumps in your chest when you see a lone boy walking, a familiar bright yellow backpack strapped on his shoulders. “Billy, this isn’t funny.” You stress, but your voice appears only above a whisper, soft and meek and not at all demanding.

“Obviously I’m not making myself clear enough, (Name).” He says casually. Your fingertips numb in fright. “So I’m gonna say this once and you better fucking remember this time.” He looks at you – turns his head away from the road and you realize that this is the final mistake he is ever going to make – and he grabs your face, pulling it close as his fingers dig into your skin and you flinch as he presses onto the bruise, “Don’t lie to me.”

You knew he intended to swerve. He had done this a few times before, but when you managed to glance at the road your brother appeared way to close.

Little Georgie didn’t stand a chance.

But before you can fully process what happened, before the bright yellow backpack hits the windshield and your heart shatters into a million pieces like fragile grass, you wake up with a gasp and cold sweat tricking down the back of your neck. It takes a second to figure out where you are – a wild second of looking around and gasping for air – but once you recognise the contours of your new room, drowning in lazy morning light, you feel a wave of relief wash over you and soak you to the bone. Weightless you fall back into bed; your harsh breaths echo in the quiet room, the quiet house, the quiet surrounding area. You lift your clammy hands to rub away tears from your red eyes and sweat from the flat of your forehead and cupid’s bow.

You exhale a long ragged breath.

A scorching fire burns up your throat as a new stream of tears spring out your eyes like fireworks. It feels like someone had punched you in the gut; you pull the covers over yourself and bring your knees to your chest, biting the side of your arm to not release any strangled sounds you so desperately want to. The room drowns in darkness and hot air. And you want to hide the world more than anything else in this world.

You have that dream each night since your little brother died. Some people have the audacity to tell you that wounds heal in time. Clearly, they don’t.


music.

All dressed and ready, with wet hair still dripping at your sides, you immerge from the bathroom to smell the delicious breakfast Mrs. H is cooking in the kitchen. A small smile makes its way on your face as you close your eyes and lose yourself to a moment. One single moment where you hear Georgie’s little feet run down the stairs of your old home and his childish squeaky voice sing ‘Breakfast! (Name)! Food!’. And you would groggily crawl out of your room and complain at him for being loud and annoying but ruffle his hair when he gave you his toothy grin.  But your eyes open despite themselves and the hallways shines in silhouettes and strange colours before turning back to normal. A pang of pain aches your heart but you ignore it. The pleasant aura of home dissipates as if it was never there to begin with; leaves a gaping hole nothing has enough substance to fill. But you compose yourself quick, quick enough to make it into the kitchen and grin stupidly at Dustin. He waves at you from the table, shoving pancakes into his mouth and you can’t help but chuckle a little. Moving past him you ruffle his hair, “Doofus.” You greet.

“At your service, milady.” He replies cheerily. Dustin always referred to you as ‘Milady’. It was because when you were much younger you used to play with him and Georgie a lot. You recall once breaking into your father’s office – he kept most of the board games there in case you or Georgie misbehaved, which was often – and grabbing a random game to pass the time. It involved Knights and Goblins and fair Maidens. You, of course, were the Maiden. It was one of the most fun evenings you ever had. Dustin was seven, then. It was also the last time you saw him. He was more Georgie’s friend. They were the same age, after all.

You say hello to auntie and she smiles warmly at you – frankly, you don’t think she has ever regarded you with anything but love. Grabbing a plate and some utensils, you take a seat next to Dustin and waste no time stealing some of his food, to which he replies with an annoyed, “Hey!” and tries to smack your hand away. Auntie comes into the rescue with a full pan of pancakes and gives you however many you want. You stick your tongue out to Dustin. He makes a face at you.

“Oh, (Name), dearie, I hope you don’t have any plans tonight?” Auntie turns to you hopeful; digging into your food, you shrug.

“Not really, no.” Well, you were planning on something, you have been planning at on it for months, but if this woman, a woman that took you in and decided to take care of you needs something, you fully intend to help out.

“Then you wouldn’t mind looking after Dustin? My Book Club is being—“

“All’s good, Mrs. H.” You say, glancing at the said boy, “Babysitting is something I…” The happy words die in your throat, “was used to. I can take care of him.” You bounce back, bumping his shoulder with yours, “We’re gonna have a blast, yeah?”

“Hell’s yeah, milady.”

“Good,” Mrs. H mumbles, “Good…”


Steve Harrington waits patiently in the driveway, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and absentmindedly checking his reflection in the rear-view mirror. He sometimes glances at the front door, contemplates should he blast the horn or not for the cousins to hurry up, but always decides against it. He’s not in a hurry. But why is he so anxious?

Steve’s mind drifts to last night at Jack Rabbits Slim. His first night a free man and he had spent it with a girl, not a bowl of ice-cream, which is already an accomplishment in itself. And he was right. You are different. There is something about you, something not seen to the naked eye, which stands out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd. Most girls he knows usually swoon or blink their lashes flirtatiously at him. Not like there is anything wrong with that, he likes the attention. But just how Nancy…How Nancy was different, so are you. Unapologetic. Smart-mouthed. Damn good dancer. You managed to take his thoughts away from the breakup and he couldn’t be anymore grateful.

He’s not over Nancy. He won’t be over her for a long while, or so he thinks. Running a hand through his hair, he sighs. But he thinks that having you around will help him. Yeah, you will help him.

The car’s door slams and he jerks, snapping to the side only to see Dustin frowning at him, “Dude.” Dustin says, “I’ve been calling you for like an hour.” Dustin notes Steve’s confused expression and his frown deepens, “You okay?”

What? Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just didn’t get any sleep last-night.”

“You sure?” Dustin pesters, “You know I always have your back.”

“Shouldn’t I be having your back?”

“Older doesn’t mean wiser, Steve. We talked about this.” Dustin comments, “Oh, by the way, my cousin is staying over and she doesn’t really know anyone from school, yet. It would be cool if you could stop by over tonight. We could watch play video games, or something.”

“Your cousin?” Steve blinks, “You mean (Name)?”

“Who the fuck told you about her?”

Hey! Language!”

“Sorry,” Dustin says, “Whom the fuck?”

“We met already.” Your voice chirps from the backseat and the two boys snap their heads in your direction, “Yeah, I’ve been here awhile, if you were to ask. Now, if you girls are done arguing, I’d like to start my first day of school, now.”

Dustin stares at you, “How did you get in here?”

The door, Einstein.”


music.

The hallway is full of stumbling students and bright lights – over all, despite it being early morning, the mood appears to be lively. Some regard you with a questioning look as they pass by, some eye you up and down whilst whispering, and some even smile at you as a way to make you feel more welcomed. You can’t say you see anyone, anyone of importance that is. Dustin had run off to meet his friends; you had hopped out the car before it was even parked to practically jog into the building, not waiting up for Steve. That was pretty rude of you. But you can’t help it. You can’t help anything you feel, can’t help the swarm of unfiltered hatred and rage as you see Billy Hargrove fiddling with his locker and some girl pushing her chest into his line of vision. You can’t help how your hands shake and tatter and clam with sweat, nor how all lights suddenly blow red in the most ultraviolet way.

You inhale a sharp breath – one that serves no other purpose but to fuel the fire in your chest – as you spring into action, pushing past anyone that stands in your way. Perhaps the girl notes you approaching because her expression softens into worry before morphing into fear as she scurries away. Billy regards her with a strange look, about to turn around and see yours truly but you beat him to it. In a harsh slap you shut his locker and the sharp sound rings in your ears. You nearly broke his fingers. Serves him right.

He turns to you, ready to yell, possibly punch whatever punk just dared to challenge the new King of Hawkins High School, but that scary look on his face abruptly fades once he sees you glaring at him, your head held high, jaw tensed to the point he isn’t sue if you even can speak at the moment. He’s taken aback, you realize, and waste no time to use it in your advantage.

“I told you, you can’t run away from me, Hargrove.” You whisper, taking a step closer to invade his personal space but not once breaking eye contact, “I’ll follow you into your fucking grave.”

Haven’t you had enough?” He growls at you. You smile a smile that holds no actually amusement, rather is tight and strained and anything but loving.

“I’m not going to stop until I make your life a living hell.” Your hand shoots to your pocket. What you fish out is a wrinkled picture of little Georgie smiling at the camera, his arms hugging his stuffed turtle as you shimmer in the background with a bowl of popcorn. “You took something from me. I will remind you of this for the rest of your miserable, worthless life.” You say slowly, shoving the picture into his chest, “Here’s his face. In case you forgot how he looked like.”

“You’re insane, Denbrough.” He murmurs.

“At least I’m not…” You freeze, “At least I didn’t…hit a fucking kid with a car.” You hiss, “Remember that? I do. I want you to remember it, too. You’re lucky I have plans, or else I would’ve invited myself over for dinner. Your family loves me, you know. Your mom still calls me. Asks me how I’m doing, and I say I’m doing fine, but you know that’s not true.” You grit your teeth, “I’m going to destroy your life, Billy. Even if it takes me an eternity to do it. I will destroy it. You know me; I’m a ride or die. I never let go of things I set myself to do. That’s one of the reasons you loved me so much.”

He grabs your wrist, one pressing the picture to his chest and you feel a twinge of pain shoot from it, but you hardly care.

“Is there a problem, here?” The voice of Steve Harrington breaks the tension and Billy eases up; it almost looks like he pulls a mask over his face and instead the look, angry and, perhaps, guilty, he wears a lopsided smirk as his hold on you loosens and he slips the picture from you and hides it in his jackets pocket. He looks at Steve, regards him up and down before looking at you, at your now composed expression of aloofness, yet your eyes remain sharp and hateful.

Billy licks the side of his lips, before leaning closer to Steve, “Mind your own fucking business, Harrington.”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” You say casually, “Mind my own fucking business. Join me, Steve? I’ve had enough of shit company for one morning.” You add, taking a step back and glancing at Steve. Still unsure, he nods, and the two of you push past Billy and mix into the stream of people flooding the halls.

“The hell was that about?” Steve questions. You shrug, “Hey!” His voice jumps in volume and you snap at him, “Cut the bullshit, okay? How do you know Hargrove? He’s real trouble, let me tell you that.”

Uncertainty spikes in you. For a split second you wonder just how much you want to tell him. Steve had made an impression of a good, understanding guy. But this problem is bigger than a silly little breakup. He might not understand. And you can’t risk someone else besides you and Hargrove knowing what actually happened that day. Clearly, Billy doesn’t want the truth to get out, either.

“California is smaller than you think.” You say slowly, watching his expression for any alarming changes, “As for the rest of the story…” Your eyes trail the passing students, “Is gonna cost you.”

His brows knit together, “What? Another dancing contest?”

You don’t want to admit how happy it makes you that he didn’t even think of denying you. You smile, shake your head and release a soft laugh, “No. Playing games with Dustin. Tonight. I can’t be bothered with that stuff.”

He pretends to think of a moment as he leads you to class, “Only if I also get to have dinner at your place.”

“I say goddamn goddamn! We have a deal, Steve.”


part 3?


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Fight Me MCU- Steve

Definitely my longest list of transgressions commited by a character and I may be just a little angry but MCU Steve doesn’t behave well in Ca;cw which is understandable considering Bucky is involved in the situation, but it creates a host of issues. 


Steve

·       Refers to Wanda as just a kid, brings her into battle

o   If Wanda is just a kid who doesn’t belong on the raft, or imprisoned in the compound, and shouldn’t be held responsible for her actions why is she invited into battle with the Avengers, that seems irresponsible.


·       Allows his team to throw a plane at a teenage spiderman


·       Unwilling to compromise

o   Tony offers a very fair offer in which the accords will be adapted and Bucky will be protected

o   Steve as far as we know never tells his teammates that this occurred


·       Has a standoff in a public airport

o   Tony evacuated the airport, Steve did not know that was going to happen and could have easily put civilian lives in danger

o   Leaves Tony to pay for the damages


·       Ignores 117 countries will because the safest hands are our own

o   Ends up a fugitive in Wakanda unable to help anybody

o   Calls 117 governments most of them democratic and thus ignores the will of 117 countries worth of people


·       Doesn’t tell Tony about his parents murder for 3 years

o   “Sometimes my teammates don’t tell me things”


·       Is literally a soldier for the US military, works with SHIELD a government agency

o   The accords are just governments with agendas trying to control us

o   Steve what? You listen to people in power, it’s good. Tony listens to people in power, and now it’s bad.


·       Does not stay to face the consequences of his actions

o   The concept of Civil Disobedience (MLK) is that it is our duty to stand againt unjust laws, however Civil disobedience also claims that you must answer for the laws you break in standing against those you view as unjust

o   Steve runs away to Wakanda leaving Tony to deal with the fallout.


·       Does not share the information the Zemo orchestrated the assassination


·       Hurt’s innocent German police officers in his quest to save Bucky

o   Threw german swat team members down the stairs

o   Threw an admantium shield at German swat team just trying to do their job


·       Participates in a high-speed chase through the city with T’challa Bucky and the police

o   Most likely resulting in a multitude of casualties


·       Does not blame Wanda for her actions against Tony

o   This is fine, Steve doesn’t have to blame Wanda for her actions against Tony even Though she made them after having years to process her grief

o   He does not offer Tony the same courtesy when Tony attacks Bucky immediately after learning the truth of his parents death


·       No man left behind

o   Steve disables the arc reactor powering the suit (PTSD anyone?) and then leaves Tony in a metal suit in the middle of Siberia, That suit probably weighs more than 300 pounds. Also the force required to break the arc probably would have shattered Tony’s ribcage how he walked away with just a black eye is pure comic book logic, but whatever.


·       Told antman to grow

o   Scott “Hey I can do this thing, it might kill me.”

o   Steve. “Do it!”

 

 

Don’t get me wrong I love Steve, and he absolutely should have defended Bucky against Tony in Siberia because Bucky did not deserve to die for his actions while brainwashed. He also had every right to disagree with the Accords, however he could have fought them legally, and he could have used the legal system to protect Bucky. He instead chose to escalate the situation repeatedly. Ignoring every attempt of Tony to compromise throughout the movie.

MCU Steve Rogers in Civil War reminds me a lot of Thor before he was worthy of the hammer. He chooses to fight instead of compromise, and believes in himself as an absolute moral goodness. Thor chose to fight during a time of peace, and believed himself to be in the right morally at the beginning of his banishment.  

the amount of absolutely mindblowingly stupid  and wrong facts about what is happening here in Hamburg at the moment that go around on both tumblr and twitter is atrocious. 

- there are massive protests against certain policies, behaviour of politicians and some other topics

- they turned violent

- in some instances the police are escalating situations (weather that is deliberate or they are simply not trained well enough is up for debate)

- there have been tons of peaceful protests these past few days, the vast majority actually.

- a certain group of people is deliberately vandalising things (they are neither the majority nor were they there to peacefully protest in the beginning - they’ve come with the explicit wish to do harm)

- no one is protesting bc “we don’t like Trump” - we really don’t like him but this protest is not about him and you all need to take a step back and stop trying to make it about you.

- this is not “a war zone”, “civil war” or whatever extremely stupid other analogy you want to push onto this. stop making comparisons like that.

title of the article: Boy Band Beatdown! Watch Louis Tomlinson Flip Photographer During Airport Brawl

what should have been the article: Louis Tomlinson Defending Girlfriend From Paps Who Won’t Stop Harassing Her, Trying To Get To Her While She’s Being Cornered By Three Girls, Security Just Watching, Slipping In Haste And Dragging Pap With Him While Shouting For Help, To Afterwards Pry A Girl Off Of His Girlfriend To Stop Her From Hitting His Girlfriend To Eventually Walk Away With Her To Avoid Having The Situation Escalate More But Being Arrested Anyway

SDR2 SUPERHERO AU

Hajime Hinata

  • Normal human with no powers
  • Has dreamed of being a hero and attending the prestigious Kibougamine Academy for Heroes for practically his entire life
  • Pays to join the school under the ‘Hero Studies’ course
  • Is invited to join the 77th class as a ‘trial run’
  • He then becomes…

Izuru Kamukura

  • Undergoes surgery to attain powers artificially
  • He was to become “Super High-School Level Hope”, a Hero to put an end to all evil
  • The surgery works and he obtains every power Kibougamine has ever studied
  • However, he loses his humanity in the process (emotions, memories, morals, etc)
  • Joins Junko Enoshima’s “Despair League” - a gathering of supervillains who have infiltrated Kibougamine
  • “Super High School Level Hope” becomes “Super High-School Level Despair”

Komaeda Nagito

  • Has the power of good luck
  • However, whenever he uses his ‘good luck’, even if it is to help those in need, an equal amount of ‘bad luck’ will affect him
  • Is a cheery person who will help out however he can, but his self-esteem is destroyed and his hope for himself is nonexistent
  • Becomes best friends with Hinata and is utterly betrayed when he goes under surgery and becomes Junko’s right-hand man
  • Superhero name: “Lucky”

Chiaki Nanami

  • Obtains the powers of the playable character (protag) from the last video game she played
  • When she starts a new game, she can no longer use the powers of the playable character from the last game she played
  • Dreams of becoming a popular enough hero that someone makes a video game with her in it
  • Superhero name: “The Protagonist”

Kazuichi Souda

  • He can bring machinery to life
  • The machinery he breathes life into will do his bidding
  • He can only bring five things to life at a time
  • Although, because of his pet screwdriver, he really only ever brings four things to life at a time
    • This is because if e brought more than five things to life at a time, one of his creations would lose its life
  • He is known for chickening out and using his machines for self-defense
  • Superhero name: “The Steel Shark”

Sonia Nevermind

  • She has perfect aim and can hit any mark
  • Although she uses non-lethal bullets, she is known for never failing a job
  • She is regal and poised, but can take anyone down
  • Superhero name: “Princess Pinpoint”

Tanaka Gundam

  • Has the power to speak to animals
  • Knows just what to say to convince them to do his bidding
  • However, he never sacrifices them in order to get what he wants
  • His animals are his partners, not his shield
  • Is sometimes mistaken for a villain because of his costume/makeup/demeanor
  • Superhero name: “Alpha Demon”

Peko Pekoyama

  • All of her senses and abilities are enhanced
  • She uses her incredible swordsmanship to fight off criminals
  • During fights, she can feel where the attacks are coming from and where they are going
  • Superhero name: “The Swordswoman”

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

  • Can “persuade” others to do his bidding
  • Basically mind control, but it has its limits
    • He can only control a person’s actions as long as they remain within five miles of him
    • He can only control a person’s actions if he knows their name
    • If he controls someone for longer than an hour, he starts to lose energy
  • Wants to team up with Pekoyama, but she insists on being his sidekick
  • Superhero name: “The Boss”

Mahiru Koizumi

  • When she takes a photo of someone she is able to trap them inside the photograph, which is akin to another dimension
  • People can move and talk when photographed (think Harry Potter pictures)
  • She prefers to use her power as a way to rescue innocent bystanders during a crisis
  • Superhero name: “Dimension Girl”

Hiyoko Saionji

  • She can “steal” other people’s powers
  • Can only steal two at a time
  • However, she can keep their powers for as long as she wishes
  • Her dream is to become a team with her classmate Koizumi
  • Superhero name: “Mean Streak”

Byakuya Twogami

  • Shape-shifter
  • Mostly uses this power as either a disguise
    • Can turn into whoever they want
  • Or a tool
    • Can turn into whatever they want. Claws, feathers, wings, you name it. They could have it all if they so choose.
  • No one knows what they actually look like
  • Superhero name: “Doppelgänger” 

Ibuki Mioda

  • Her guitar playing projects sound waves that can knock people out
    • (Basically the same effect as Black Canary’s voice)
  • She doesn’t even need an amp, she can just strum her strings and bam. Temporarily deaf, disoriented villain.
  • She loves helping people, but she loves playing for them more
  • Every fight she’s in she takes as an opportunity to spread her music
  • Superhero name: “Guitar Goddess”

Teruteru Hanamura

  • Can charm anyone who eats his food
  • When someone is charmed, they cannot harm him
  • However, they have to actually eat his food to be charmed
  • He’s basically useless in a fight
  • Everyone keeps a close eye on him to make sure he never misuses his power, and he never does.
  • Superhero name: “Creepy Charmer”

Nekomaru Nidai

  • Has super-strength and enhanced empathetic abilities
  • Is known for trying to solve issues passively before resorting to using his powers
  • Encourages his fellow heroes more than anyone
  • Opens a summer “Hero Training Camp”
  • Mainly wishes to coach other heroes
  • Superhero name: “The Gentle Giant”

Akane Owari

  • Has super-speed and enhanced strength.
  • No one has more agility than she does. No one.
  • Is known for escalating situations and destroying property while trying to beat villains
  • Superhero name: “Ornery Owari”
  • (Don’t worry, people love her. The name doesn’t mean much).

Mikan Tsumiki

  • Has the ability to heal wounds
  • Whatever damage she heals is inflicted onto her own body at half of its original damage
  • Is known for messing up during jobs but still managing to win the fight
  • Prefers to stay out of fights if possible
  • Superhero name: “Healer”

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dogs-on-logs  asked:

What are things you like for an owner (with a big scared dog) to do to make a trip to the vet as safe and pleasant for both the dog, the owner and yourself? Any tips and tricks that such owners could try out to keep everything running smoothly at the vet?

Knowing of any particular triggers the dog has is handy, but sometimes when a dog is sick or injured their tolerance is lower than it would normally be, and they can still panic.

For a basic physical exam I basically want to be able to touch the dog’s chest, stand behind them to feel the abdomen and ideally be able to look at their face.

Dogs on the point of panic often don’t let me get behind them. They continually spin so that they’re always facing me, and if I reached over them in that state, they would bite me. Sometimes if I don’t back away quickly enough they will also lunge for me, after which point there is then no easy way to handle the animal. They usually exhibit whale eye, which is a little bit frustrating because many owners don’t recognize this body language as a sign of stress, while they would definitely notice snarling and snapping.

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With dogs exhibiting this sort of behavior, it’s generally better to sedate them. It’s safer and less stressful for all parties involved. While we take steps to try to prevent them from reaching this level of stress sometime they walk into the clinic like that and that makes it very difficult anywhere in a 15 minute consultation.

15 minutes is nowhere near enough time to change a dog’s attitude about the vet clinic or the vet.

The most work can be done outside of the vet clinic, by the owner. Simple tricks or sit-stay exercises are a good starting point. I often recommend people practice these and then slowly increase the ‘challenge’ for the dog by doing them in progressively more stressful situations. An example of escalating stressful situations might be:

  • In the car
  • Outside the vet clinic
  • Inside vet clinic waiting room
  • On vet clinic scales
  • In consult room
  • In consult room with vet.

But doing such a thing means 5-10 minutes of training at least daily, and that can be a difficult commitment for someone to make.

Failing that, someone who can get a muzzle on the dog and is capable of holding the dog’s head so that it’s looking at them and not at me is useful, but rare.

We also generally try to avoid waiting times if we cat for these dogs, and pick less crowded days. It’s certainly a difficult thing to manage though, and some of these dogs have untreated anxiety problems.

The Value Of Just Shutting The Fuck Up Sometimes


A few weeks ago, I was doing an interview with a reporter and she was asking about almost every weird GamerGate conspiracy theory that had come up about me in the last few years. I’ve honestly forgotten more of them than I remembered at this point. She didn’t seem to understand why I’d never addressed most of the accusations which had ranged from whose dick I touched to literally murdering people. She said in researching me for the piece, she’d only ever found the weirdo accusations but not my version of events, and seemed to not understand why I wouldn’t just say what actually did or didn’t happen.

I can’t blame her for being curious. I think whenever we hear something wild, especially about someone or something we care about, we want to know answers. Lord knows if you’re the one being lied about, it’s a natural impulse to want to set the record straight or give your side of anything.

Sadly, that’s extremely short sighted. No one thinks about what might happen next.

It’s been over three years of being accused of all kinds of shit from all kinds of people, and if I’ve learned nothing else, I’ve learned the importance of restraint and the responsibility that comes with having a large platform and gigantic visibility. It makes me feel like a kaiju where any small movement could potentially tip over a building. I’ve written a bunch in my book about how engaging with bad-faith accusations and signal boosting them just to refute them can easily backfire and ingrain false information in people’s minds even further. That can sometimes just come down to a math problem - if someone with an audience of 50 makes up a rumor about you, if you respond to it with your audience of 500, more people are going to see the false stuff than would otherwise. To complicate matters, there are enough people out there who think that even refuting something at all makes you look guilty. There are people who want you to be guilty because they already don’t like you. Frequently, bad-faith accusations will not be addressed by proof to the contrary, because you can’t reason someone out of something they didn’t reason themselves into in the first place. People are complicated.

But when you put your side of anything out there, the thing that comes next isn’t usually “oh, okay”. The thing that comes next is usually escalation. It’s people digging into shit trying to prove you wrong. It’s invasive, and it can have so much collateral damage.

For example, when people ask me why I didn’t address my ex’s claims about who I did and didn’t sleep with, even when I had the floor, I get why they’d ask. My own desire to keep some remaining shred of my privacy aside, those claims aren’t just about me. I’ve been accused of sleeping with people I haven’t ever really talked to, people who are pretty private in general who just want to be left the hell alone. I don’t have the right to drag them back into a messy situation that involves probably getting stalked and yelled at by nazis just to try and save my own skin, especially since it’s more likely than not that people are just going to believe whatever they want to anyway. Or maybe that’s me being cynical after watching years of people claiming that I fucked someone for a review I never got from a website I already had written for in the past. I honestly have, I think understandably, lost a bit of perspective on that particular point.

This is especially complicated by situations like mine, because I am under constant surveillance by people who hate my guts who are looking for people to hurt, and people looking to feed on “drama”, and people looking for new targets. If you think that’s being dramatic, there are places I know of that have threads specifically about stalking me *to this day* with literally thousands of posts in them. Bad faith actors aside, my audience is in the hundreds of thousands. The responsibility that comes with that is something I take extremely seriously.
It’s something that I encourage everyone else with big online platforms to take extremely seriously too. I think a lot of us internet famous folks ended up here without really trying to, and it’s easy to feel like “well I didn’t ask for this and it’s not my fault if something happens” and while, yeah, sure, you can’t take responsibility for the actions of other people (especially people who are super out there and just looking to hurt someone regardless of whatever you’re doing), I see no reason to not try to minimize harm. A power dynamic doesn’t cease to exist just because you didn’t explicitly seek that power out, or maybe didn’t even want it in the first place. People who have less resources than you will still have less resources than you regardless of how you feel about it.

When there’s a significant power differential at play, there’s harm algebra to be done when it comes to addressing disinformation. It’s not as simple as “just setting the record straight” in public, because once you make something public you give up a certain degree of control that you cannot get back. It might mean putting someone who is already hurting or has so much less than me in more harm than I’d ever face by just taking the reputation hit.

Sometimes there’s situations where I just have to take it on the chin, because nothing happens in a vacuum. Sometimes I just have to let it go, no matter how much it fucking sucks to have people out there tearing into you for reasons that really have very little to do with you, because the collateral damage is too much on too many people to justify any potential repairs to my reputation.

Honestly, it’s really not worth it to me to escalate a situation just to make a frequently pointless attempt at getting people to be more critical of the wild shit they read about me online, especially when it means probably hurting someone else. It’s been years and I still don’t know how to navigate a lot of this. I’ve tried so much already - talking about bigger stuff, proving what actually happened, attempting to prove negatives, responding only with screenshots of fighting game win screens. It’s not like people making shit up about me, regardless of motivation, is a novel occurrence in my life. It’s not like I’ve made the right call all the time - I’ve arrived at this method of dealing with shit after making a lot of *wrong* calls. I’ve been pretty open about being a bad fit for being a public figure of any sort - I was (and still feel) vastly unprepared to handle being a weird symbol to so many people who want all kinds of things from me regardless of if they need a villain or a hero or a symbol of whatever the fuck.

Frankly I can’t live my life around playing whack a mole with whatever new horseshit slithers out of the corners of the internet on any given day that ends in Y, because when I was trying to do that it really almost cost me my life.

A fun side effect of being a survivor of domestic violence is how easy it is to slip back into doubting your own life and experiences to a hyperbolic degree. A fun side effect of depression is feeling like everything you say and do is bad and wrong and that you’re worthless on a regular basis. A fun side effect of my PTSD is flashing back to being in that fucking elevator shaft when GamerGate started and I couldn’t sleep or eat and was convinced everyone would turn on me and I’d be alone forever any time some conspiracy comes up that hits me at just the right angle that it gets under my armor.

But I know that’s squarely out of my control. All I can do is manage what I do with that. I don’t know what else to do other than seek external advice from people smarter than me when something comes up that really gets under my skin or makes me doubt my own version of events even when I damn well know something didn’t happen to help counter the trashbrain filter that the disinformation comes in through because having those issues doesn’t let me off of any hooks. I don’t want to use any of that, or even my status as someone who is frequently targeted with shit that I’m too exhausted to type out so just picture me gesturing vaguely at everything to absolve me of anything. I don’t ever want to think I’m above reproach, so I check in with people around me who will be honest and call me on my shit. When I do fuck up, and I do because I’m a human in an extremely weird fucking situation, I do whatever seems like the right thing to do, not the face-saving thing to do. Sometimes, this is shit that’s done in private. I don’t know why people assume everything has to be handled extremely online. But overwhelmingly more often than not, shit is maliciously made up, and more often than not the only right move that will de-escalate shit and hurt the least amount of people is just letting it go and praying that people will see through it, or they’ll actually talk to me if they see some wild accusation. And if people wanted to look for reasons to think the worst and get the knives out immediately, honestly, I feel extremely done with anyone looking to build people up only to gleefully tear them back down. I’m tired and I’ve watched too many communities devour themselves to want any part of that, and am only interested in working toward a future that’s centered on restorative justice instead of exclusively punitive systems in different settings. I’m tired of enthusiastic disposibility masquerading as community. All that behavior says to me is that I was never safe around you in the first place.  

I know I’m taking a gigantic risk in even posting this to begin with because I know it’s an uncomfortable subject, but it feels like a bigger, longer-term risk to watch my comrades, siblings, and friends all scared and lost on either side of the power dynamic - both as people who have grievances with people with gigantic platforms, and as people who have gained both visibility and the jealousy and hatefollows that come with it. I’m tired of talking about this stuff in dms with other scared people who don’t know what to do. And by no means do I think this is the only way to deal with any of this - this is just how I feel, and how I approach being someone who went from being some random weirdo to being a cultural football. Your mileage may vary. Hopefully I figure out a way that’s less dehumanizing, and if I do, I’ll be sure and let you know. But again, I’m a random weirdo game developer. I’m figuring this shit out as I go, and I lean into my skids and wear my heart on my sleeve and if y'all want to throw me in the trash over being aggressively vulnerable and human at you, that’s ok. You don’t have to like me or support me, and I like trash anyway.

Shit’s pretty fucked up in the world right now (duh), but the very least we can do is really interrogate how and what we use our varying degrees of reach and visibility for. We have to see ourselves as part of something larger and look at our impact instead of just our intentions. For me, sometimes that means that being right doesn’t mean a damn thing and is unrelated to doing the right thing. Sometimes, for me, that means knowing when to just shut the fuck up and let people think what they’re gonna think. And if nothing else, I’ve seen that on a long enough timeline, people tend to figure out who makes shit up without my involvement.

So I’m only gonna say all of this once, here, so that I never have to say it again and I can point at it any time I’m asked to weigh in on something someone said about me on the internet, because god damn I’m tired and I’d rather spend my time and effort trying to help people and make dope shit than fuss about what people think they know about me.