They worked for every ounce of that award and the fame they have. they gave up everything, Yoongi suffered intense depression and his family told him they didn’t support him, he had to abandon them, be so poor he could barely eat to finally break through and show his talent to the world. Jungkook gave up his childhood for this, he was just a little kid with an amazing voice, he was basically raised by 6 other kids who didn’t even know what they were doing themselves. Jimin suffered from low self confidence, he was just a kid himself. Jin was the oldest, he had to take care of a bunch of kids, rap monster literally worked through so much hardship to lead him and his friends to greatness. Hoseok literally suffered constant panic attacks and anxiety issues, he was definitely not the sunshine we see now, he was depressed and didn’t even know if he’d make it. Taehyung was just a small kid coming from his grandmothers strawberry farm. he had no money so his grandmother bought him a fancy jacket so the boys in seoul wouldn’t judge him. and now they’re here, a billboard music award under their belts and hundreds of millions of fans. they deserve every ounce of it, if not more.
also me but louder: still gonna support it with every ounce of my being because im still ride or die for exo and thats what yixing would want and the other 8 members still deserve respect and praise for their hard work and we’re gonna go for the 5 daesang record so u kno!!!!!!
no, this isn’t a survival guide on how to avoid a 17th century ducking stool. Rather, some harsh truths I’ve had to face over the last 17 years.
You’re not special You’re unique; just like everyone else. No witch is more powerful than any other; no witch is of a more ancient lineage than you. If you ever come across someone who claims to be an all powerful being or consistently needs to re-affirm a power play to make themselves appear superior to you: runaway! Trust me when I say that Lucifer’s most valued lieutenant is not sitting on a couch in South Dakota, watching Netflix in their pyjama’s whilst DMing you on social media. When you come across people who make fantastical and dangerous claims like this cut off all contact immediately; and no you don’t owe them an explanation because they’re not in a sound place to receive that explanation in the first place. Your spiritual safety comes first.
You’re never going to be an expert You will never know everything about witchcraft, and you will never stop learning about witchcraft. What’s more, it’s perfectly okay to not know everything. Witchcraft should empower you to find your own path and journey, realistically there’s no way that journey is going to contain every ounce of knowledge and experience that witchcraft can provide.
It’s ok to walk away Witchcraft is the practice; witch is the identity. No one can rob you of your identity or how you visualize yourself, so if you need to take a break from witchcraft whether it be a week or a year, know that you’re still a witch for as long as you wish to identify as one. Witchcraft has existed for thousands of years, it’s not going to vanish just because you stop practicing candle magic for a few months.
Beware of those who mentor you Whether you’re in a one-on-one situation or in a coven always be aware that not everyone’s intentions are pure. If you’re in a coven or learning situation where someone constantly affirms their authority over you, leave. “I’m in charge”, “this is my coven”; these are big red flags, the goal of any community or learning situation is to facilitate the growth and nurturing of others. Covens should always be egalitarian, with opportunities for leadership and spiritual roles consistently provided. A person who’s agreed to teach you a skill or field of information should be perfectly comfortable if or when you excel them. Ask yourself does this person/group want me to be the best I can be?
The experience danger zone At some point you will become an insufferable know-it-all, usually this occurs when someone has been practicing for 3-5 years. This is a danger zone because whilst yes you’ve been practicing long enough to have a decent knowledge base and you’ve probably carved out a path for yourself, reality is you’re still a baby witch. That hurts I know, and I’ve had it said to me at the time and it made me angry, but it’s 100% true. In all honesty 5 years is nothing when you consider what can occur in a lifetime. Does this mean you have nothing to contribute? Fuck no! You have everything to contribute as someone who’s living the experience of witchcraft; you are vital to the community, you need to be heard. But, be aware of the ego trap you can so easily fall into during this time; it happens to everyone, and all you need to be mindful of are your intentions and motivations towards others.
Your path is your own This is so vital to maintaining a long-term practice. Reaching a place of understanding where you can walk your own way without validation of others or inflicting impunity upon those you disagree with. The witchcraft community is currently experiencing a renaissance, there’s a new generation of witches coming through and their opinions and ideologies are clashing with the old vanguard. So here’s the reality check we all need, that Wiccan lady at the crystal shop who’s been practicing since the 1960’s is never going to stop saying ‘Blessed Be’, and that high school kid who hides curse jars under their favourite tree is not going to meditate away their anger and commune with the Goddess. So where’s the balance? We have to accept responsibility for own journey and actions. By all means we need to fight to shut down racism, homophobia, appropriation and misinformation that are rampant in our community, burn that shit to the ground! But we also need to learn to forgive people when they need it and make genuine efforts to deserve it. A community is not a community if you want to go to war with everyone who’s different to you.
During these past couple of months, I had this urge of working extremely hard to actually get better at school–my academics. I studied everyday and I worked hard and put every ounce of effort into all of my work. I never let anything slide. When exams came around, I got nervous, I was unmotivated, I was not ready to acknowledge the fact that I was about to sit these exams.
When I did, every word I wrote on those pages were not good enough, slowly I felt like everything I worked for in the past couple of month were slipping through my fingertips. I was saddened. Exam after exam I felt myself slowly drifting away, loosing myself to pieces of paper I prepared my self so hard for. I had nights were I was so sad, and just slept unsoundly. I was sad. Extremely sad. And I knew that when I got my grades back, I wasn’t going to get the grades I wanted–and I didn’t. I got average grades and there I felt myself feel extremely angry and just unmotivated to do anything after pursuing these exams.
My teachers have hope that I will get better grades and that I could easily bump myself up to higher points. They had faith in me, when I didn’t. How was I supposed to continue studying if I was feeling unmotivated? If I didn’t believe in myself completely?
These past couple of months hit me like a ton of bricks. People were getting better grades than me, and to be honest it did bother me. Why? Because I want to feel that satisfaction, that relief to receiving those amazing grades. I want to feel acknowledged, I want to feel like I accomplished something. I want to feel like I am ready to take on the world and its challenges without the feeling that I was not able to accomplish any of the challenges.
I pitied myself. I felt sorry for myself.
Then came a day, were I woke up and finally realized that feeling sorry for myself, feeling pity for myself, feeling unmotivated, feeling like I am not smart enough, feeling like I am not worth it is not an excuse for me anymore. Those feelings are never going to get me to that top university. The universities are looking for people who can take initiatives, people who are capable of taking control of their own life, people who don’t give up that easily, and finally people who don’t get unmotivated so easily and keep trying their best even when they are at their worst.
That is the kind of personality I need, that is the kind of personality which I will have. I will not stop till I get the grades that I want, I will work my hardest and smartest from now on, I will learn how to prioritize my social life from my school life. I need to learn how to balance. And most importantly I need to learn how to not give up so easily and feel unmotivated so easily. Being unmotivated is not an excuse for me anymore, and nor should it be for you. Being unmotivated wont allow you to get those grades, those accomplishments.
*Note, This isn’t for a person who annoyed you at work or such, this is for someone who has ruined your life, for someone who has made your everyday existence into a living hell. You have to hate this person so much that you are willing to, well, curse them until the day they die*
You will need:
An object of theirs or something to represent them (I had a drawing they did for me when we used to be friends)
A black candle
A cauldron or container big enough to fit the object in (It has to be heatproof and fireproof, also, take it outside if it’s bigger than your hand)
Your tears or something to represent your pain, like screaming.
A knife or pin.
water (As a safety measure)
Take their personal object and hold it in your hands. Now, I want you to remember everything they did to you, how much it hurt and how much you wanted to give up. Just let it all out, scream, cry, shout etc. Do whatever you need to release that emotion and just let it fill the object with every ounce of your anger, your sadness and your pain. Direct it all at them.
Now, Take your black candle and light it, you can chant this or something else:
“(Target’s Name), You will feel all that I feel, And you will squeal, Everytime you think of me, of my pain, You will feel my struggle tenfold, for all your life. You will carry this to your grave.”
Take you knife or pin or hammer and go all out on the object, fucking wreck it and let it show it’s distress.
Light the object on fire and place it in the container.
Now watch it burn, focus all that hate and anger into the flames, let them carry those emotions to the target, let the person feel everything, visualise them crying alone with no one to help them, let them be alone, they don’t deserve companionship.
Once it’s burnt, pour the water over it to make sure it’s out.
This can be a very exhausting spell, spiritually, physically and mentally. Take time to relax and calm down.
Take a Healing Bath by adding sea salt, rose petals and chamomile to your bath. Focus on the warmth of the water and let it absorb all your troubles.
Do something that you enjoy, whether it’s snuggling up in a blanket, listening to heavy metal or going for a jog. You do you.
Take time to cleanse the spell area too as energies can sometimes be left behind.
The fact that Harry cherishes the memories of his relationships and wants to write about the good times rather than slagging off his exes and talking about how bad they are has me in complete and utter awe, that is how you handle past relationships when you’re famous. What a role model Harry Styles is
I feel like I could ramble a lot, but I’ll keep it short and sweet with a simple thank you. I got to work on some of the things I’m most proud of this year. I only hope I can continue to work with people and projects that mean the world to me. I got to meet and hang out with people I admire and adore and who have very special places in my heart and IT’S BEEN A VERY GOOD YEAR OKAY. I appreciate every little ounce of support and encouragement and sharing and lets keep building eachother up <3
In which Harry’s no good with his words but he sure is good with his mouth.
some harry face sitting action maybe?
Author’s note: This is a continuation of “Mess o’ Mine.” I would suggest reading that first, if you haven’t already. I thought this was gonna be the end but then I fucked up so… there’s also a part 3. Hope you enjoy! I did!
You’ve been running through the events that have occurred, confused at the escalation and the outcome. No issues have been resolved, and there wasn’t really a conversation or discussion. You don’t know any more than you did when you heard Harry singing your poems. Has he used your writing in more songs on his album? Has he read your whole journal? God, you hope not. One poem is bad enough.
Harry hasn’t been around, hasn’t tried calling for the two weeks since he showed up on your doorstep. You’ve flipped the channel whenever he shows up on your television and scrolled at record speed when he’s popped up on your social media feeds. Maybe you should feel relieved and cleansed of his toxicity, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a little broken, like your stomach is splintering into pieces, and your mind still feels split open. Not only that, but you can smell him, feel the weight of him on top of you, taste the foreign flavor of his mouth. This isn’t what you need.
A whole other wave of confusion has rolled over you in terms of your relationship with Harry, if there still is one. The two of you have crossed a line without any prior thought or contemplation. Years upon years of friendship have been threatened, and you’re not even sure how it happened. Why did he kiss you? How did the two of you end up in bed, naked between the sheets? If you were confused about it before, trying to figure things out has only worsened your introspection.
An All-Inclusive Guide to Making Your First Year in Practice Not Suck As Much As Wayfaring’s
Hi there, just curious if you’d share what things you were looking for in your first job vs what things you value now, now that you’ve been working out there on your own. Anything that must be in the contract that wasn’t there before (or vice versa)? Tips for future graduating residents?
Yaaaaasssss so many advices. So many things. This ask has been in my inbox for months because I have too many things to say about it and I can’t seem to organize it properly.
Let’s break it down into 3 sections: 1) What I thought I wanted 2) What I needed and didn’t know to ask/look for 3) What I want now. Here goes.
What I thought I wanted:
super sweet signing bonus
loan repayment assistance
regular 40 hour work schedule
independence / autonomy in decisionmaking
ability to practice the way I was trained - with up to date guidelines and procedures and equipment
What I wanted and didn’t know to ask for:
Supportive colleagues - In your first year of practice out of residency you lose every ounce of confidence that you gained as a senior resident. You question minor decisions and are constantly afraid of killing people or being sued. It is extra hard to practice in a new town when your partners in practice are not supportive. Sometimes you need someone to lay a fresh set of eyes on a wonky EKG or a weird rash, you know? I didn’t have that option. It made me study harder and somewhat be more cautious and definitely more creative in my practice. But having a colleague to commiserate with at the end of the day or to consult on difficult cases would have been really nice. You don’t have to be BFFs with your colleagues, but they have to be people you can agree/get along with and trust to take care of your patients in your absence.
Friends - This sounds obvious, but I moved to a new town that literally has no people anywhere close to my age. Even having one person I knew and could confide in would have been wonderful. One person to go to a movie with or watch a football game with would have been a sanity saver for me. Find a place where you can find other people like you.
A reasonable amount of time off - I got less time off in my first job than I did as a resident. That was unacceptable to me. This would be fine if my practice didn’t act like they were going to go bankrupt if I took an unpaid day or even a half day to go to the doctor, but they did. You need a place where you can take one week off every 3-4 months if possible, even if all that time isn’t paid. Medicine is such a stressful job. Make sure they’re giving you rest time.
A non-toxic work environment - I knew going into my job that I was replacing a workaholic and that I was joining a workaholic. What I didn’t realize was that I was also expected to be a workaholic and anything less than killing myself was seen as laziness. Pay attention to the culture at your new job. Ask the docs what they do for fun or to relax and more importantly when the last time was they did that thing. If they don’t have any answers, they’re too busy.
Diversity. This may just be me, but I went into family medicine because I get bored easily. I need variety of patient types and disease types and socioeconomic groups and everything else. I realized quickly in my practice that most of my patients were privately insured elderly white people. As in, the most boring demographic for Wayfaring.
A Balanced schedule. I figured that when I joined a practice that had been established for 30 years that the workflow kinks would have been worked out and it would run like a well oiled machine. In reality I would have 8 physicals a day and 5 of my most complicated patients in hospital follow ups back to back, all scheduled for just 15 minutes. There has to be balance in the schedule. You have to be able to take a little extra time here and make it up elsewhere.
What I want now:
fair dolla$$$. In actuality, what’s fair is actually considerably more than what I was making in my first job. I was grossly underpaid, particularly considering this being a rural area where nobody wants to work (typically those jobs are paid much higher). It’s not about the bottom dollar value for me. It’s about compensating me in a way that is comparable to my peers.
Colleagues who can be both friends and mentors. See above.
Good benefits. Two years of no dental or vision sucks when your most expensive problems are dental and vision related. Life insurance and retirement plans aren’t something most 30 year olds think of, but they’re really important, and I didn’t have those to start with.
A flexible schedule. The whole world doesn’t need to fall apart if I need to switch my regular day off or if I need a half day to go to the doctor.
Administrative time. Preferably a full week day, but a half day is great too. I’m happy working 4 10 or 12 hour days a week to have one week day off to catch up on work I’m behind on or get my hair cut and get my taxes done and see my psychiatrist, you know?
Knowledgeable and helpful staff. I need staff who don’t perpetuate old wives’ tales and notions like “you need a zpack for that cold”. I need to work with people who will ask if they don’t understand something rather than just make something up and who can help me educate my patients. I need folks who are prompt and who can anticipate some needs.
To not be responsible for other peoples’ paychecks. In private practice, if I take time off or scale back, the practice loses money and thus our staff lose hours or money too. The staff in my first job were horribly underpaid and I don’t like the idea of the entire burden of the practice’s finances hanging on my shoulders. Sign me up for that hospital-owned practice, please.
To not have to turn patients away based on payer source. This is a national problem and is definitely not limited to my first job. But my first job wouldn’t let me take Medicaid patients at all. It made it completely impossible for me to build any sort of pediatric or OB practice in our town. I don’t like the idea of turning away a patient because their type of insurance doesn’t pay as well. I want to just treat patients and not have to worry about their payments. Hello, single payer healthcare system. Get on it! Obviously I will still have to worry about whether my patient can afford their meds or whether their insurance will cover their meds, but I won’t have to pick and choose what patients I accept based on their payer source.
To deliver quality, up to date care. To work with people who will back up my evidence-based decisions and not practice based on feelings and patient satisfaction. To work with people who will encourage me to learn more and do new things.
There you have it folks. A lil summary of what I want, what you might want, and what I’ve learned in these first (almost) 2 years of practice. Here’s to better future jobs for us all!
I cannot stress enough how important for girls to have good, strong, female role models. I’ve been obsessed with Super heroes since I was TWELVE and I’ve NEVER seen a female super hero portrayed in a way that captured the strength and power the hero was capable of without sacrificing the passion or the innocence of the character. My favourite female super “hero” is actually the villain Harley Quinn purely because she is absolutely fearless and she refuses to take shit from anybody without fail. She was the only female super anything that I had seen with that attitude EVER.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I still love Harley and she will for ever be my queen of crazy, but tonight I finally found a version of a female hero whose main purpose wasn’t to be a sexy character that the “real” hero could flirt with. The film makers stayed true to the original costume, but not ONCE did I feel like they used it to sexualize her in an unnecessary way. She was sexy, naturally, but it wasn’t forced. She never had to use it in the attempt to seduce the bad guy, men were distracted by her, but the movie made it clear that that was not her fault, she was focused on her mission the entire time and never once faltered for a boy. They just did SO MANY THINGS RIGHT by keeping everything about her focused on her being a badass rather than her being fucking gorgeous, even though she is that too. The best part about her attitude is that she wasn’t “weird” because of it, it was normal and even encouraged for her to be like that.
Speaking of attitude, let’s talk blocking. She was put in so many power positions throughout the movie, it was like she refused to let anyone ever look down on her. She had the high ground in SO MANY fights, she was running on rooftops, she was getting all up an some general’s face lecturing him about honour, and this girl WOULD NOT BACK DOWN. Someone tell her to stay put and she didn’t want to? She didn’t. She went exactly where she wanted, exactly when she wanted. And then, in one of my favourite moments, she FLIPS that classic “stay here, I’ll go ahead”, line that guys had been using on her throughout the movie back onto them before running STRAIGHT TOWARDS ENEMY FIRE AND TAKING OUT EVERY BAD GUY IN HER PATH.
BUT for every ounce of magnificent attitude in her body, there was AT LEAST an equal amount of compassion. She genuinely cared for every civilian, for every soldier, for every person that she met and everything she did was guided by her desire to do what she believed was right. And despite being told she was wrong, that it was crazy, that “that’s not how the world works”, she was RIGHT. I won’t go into detail, because spoilers, but she was RIGHT. She also treated everybody like they were just as important as her and HELLO THIS GIRL IS TAKING OUT WHOLE PLATOONS NEARLY SINGLE HANDEDLY, SHE DESTROYED A FUCKING TANK AND SHE STILL DIDN’T SEE HERSELF AS BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE. And more on that compassion thing? She was still very capable of emotions and you could see them swirl together and twist themselves into knots as she tried to process the idea that everything may not be as she was raised to believe. However this is the first time I’ve seen a female super being feel emotions as powerfully as that and, rather than becoming useless or distracted by them, she was actually STRONGER because of the passion she was feeling. Let me repeat that HER FEELINGS DID NOT IN ANY WAY PREVENT HER FROM BEING A COMPLETE AND TOTAL BADASS. EVEN MALE SUPER HEROES AREN’T GENERALLY ALLOWED TO DO THAT.
AND as for things that don’t directly relate to Diana herself, it dealt with soldiers suffering from PTSD (whom she reminded of their value and still saw them as warriors), carried a heavy theme of honour and acting on what you believe in, and it didn’t use the demeaning of men as a tactic for female empowerment. To be clear, it showcased Diana’s strength without making the guys come across as weak, cowardly, or immoral. That’s a victory for equality.
I was physically shaking on the edge of my seat for most of the movie, I’ve literally spent the last 8 years of my life waiting for a hero like this, 100/10, GO WATCH THIS MOVIE.
“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts
throwing Karen off him and running out the door.
“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE
LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made
chocolates above her head.
The two Humans screaming and running
past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he
liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company.
That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of
thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be
alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be
hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.
“What happened to you?” Dr Loop
“Sergeant Stabby got me” he
“Why do you keep it around and why
the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”
“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby,
he is war hero you know”
“IT is a cleaning machine”
“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves
“SHHHHHH here he comes”
Sergeant Stabby made his way into the
Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while
the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.
“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop
“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the
norm for you race to be so….nuts?”
Cho smiled “You’ve never been to
Terra have you?”
“Shame, because if you think we are
crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”
Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look
at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”
“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”
“But still for wound like this to
stop bleeding so soon”
“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you
worked on Humans before”
“I have studied Human anatomy yes”
“But actually worked with one? In
person before we got here?”
Dr Loop did not like his skills being
questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of
“It matters not, I know all the ins
and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest
of your backwards and primitive kind”
Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm
for a sec” he asked.
“Just trust me”
Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms
and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a
reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.
Cho licked his arm and a split second
later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.
Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his
arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on
“Guess you forgot our saliva is like
acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.
The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts
fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not
seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human
female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation
of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.
“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step
forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.
“You are a coward and weak, you let
the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you
around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”
Chief Goolack stood up straight, the
chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were
heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show
“I am a Benemar and I fought for our
people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule.
Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in
battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they
came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies.
They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge
me as a coward for respecting strength?”
“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned
our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too
much power, power they are taking from us”
The court cheered and banged their
weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles
against their armour.
“Let this cry go out across to the
star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the
location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”
The Benemar all over the Alliance
suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they
were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High
Chief has risen the banner”
Many thought this was the Benemar about
to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny
or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the
Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.
Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s
usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the
Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did
their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as
celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to
inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to
take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from
celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which
the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing
but the Humans obliged.
The fun did not stop there.
Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was
travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it
stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It
was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge,
maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped
a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who
from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw
what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.
She smiled at him and gave a nervous
smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator
suddenly and harshly stopped.
“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the
sudden change of momentum.
“Are you okay?” he asked and she
nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but
go response, there was no power to the that call button either.
Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.
“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he
asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.
“The baby is coming” she panted.
“Baby? What baby?”
“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!!
she screamed and he jumped.
“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”
Cathy sat down as her water broke and
“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted
into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.
“What…what is your name?” she
“Depit, come here I need you to help
me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she
“I don’t know what to do” Depit
“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I
“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and
squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had
tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.
“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted
“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze
It then dawn on her that Humans were
far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off
a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.
“Why are you screaming what’s
happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.
“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING
“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”
“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE
“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”
Another contraction came and she
screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.
This went on for over and hour till
finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.
“Okay…okay” she said to herself
with Depit fanning her with his wings.
“How long does this usually go on
for?” he asked.
“My mother was in labour for 32 hours
“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the
contractions have stopped”
“What happens next?”
Cathy looked at him “Next comes the
“Elong births are lot…faster than
“You’re a bird race, you have it
easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get
between my legs!!”
Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself
and Depit froze.
“What do I do?”
Cathy burst into laughter “I’m
kidding, just guide it out”
Depit got ready and Cathy screamed
again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were
“I can see the egg”
“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING
HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”
“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY
CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.
Cathy started breathing again and moved
her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she
positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and
Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell
into Depits arms.
After the baby began crying he handed
it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.
“It’s a boy” she said.
“No wonder your race is so tough, you
endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through
it to bring one of your own into the world”
“And we do it over and over again,
I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What
did you say your name was again?”
“Depit, my name is Depit”
Cathy smiled and looked down at her son
“Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”
Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his
head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his
people. “You would do me that honour?”
“Of course, you brought him into the
world, well I did most of the work but still”
“Thankyou” he said smiling.
“Oh beware of the after birth”
“The what?” Depit said looking down
just as it slumped down in front of him.
In the higher levels and completely
unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a
friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk
called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell
by their Captains face that something had happened.
“Men and woman of the 8th
Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar
launched a full scale assault on Terra”
The air became heavy as if every Human
and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.
“The battle is still going on and all
Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting
there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence
net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready
to go yesterday!!”
The Humans didn’t say anything and as a
single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters
and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them.
The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10
minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and
her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that
she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.
Within 2 hours the Humans were all
loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their
Alien friends and set off for Terra.
The Benemar continued their assault,
unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware
of the armada coming for them.
A/N: This is the first installment of my AU series yeet!
Prompt: Struggling with the pressures of running a bakery in New York City, [Y/N] [Y/L/N] is your average, flour-covered baker. Bucky Barnes is your no nonsense, sugar-hating guy. What happens when the two get closer than Fate intends for them to?
In short, Bucky Barnes doesn’t like sweets. He despises the carbohydrate with every ounce of being. Sure, give him a bowl of spaghetti, he’ll scarf it down with inhuman speed and ask for more (with extra Parmesan cheese) but when it comes to sweets, he has a divergence to them.