falling off the rock

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“Curing AIDS? Shit, that’s like Cadillac making a car that lasts for 50 years. And you know they can do it, but they ain’t going to do nothing that fucking dumb. Shit, they got metal on the Space Shuttle that can go around the Moon and withstand  temperatures of up to 20,000 degrees, you mean to tell me you don’t think they can make an El Dorado with a fuckin’ bumper that don’t fall off?”

- Chris Rock, “Bigger and Blacker” (1999)

Zodiac Sounds
  • Aries: The bang from fireworks, glass shattering, thunder, car engine revving, a gong, a war cry, the sound of marching, metallic sounds, a gasp.
  • Taurus: Someone stepping thru grass or thru the forest, faint singing, sound of a cow bell, dishware and silverware hitting each other, sound of sorting or messing with coins, humming, tying of rope.
  • Gemini: The sound of the wind blowing high in the trees, laughter, flap of a wing or tweet of a bird, electricity buzzing, computer or phone notification, wind whistling thru an object, creaky swings, a flute.
  • Cancer: Rain, ocean waves, cooking timer winding, crickets, howling at the moon, frogs chirping and croaking, baby laugh, whistling of a kettle, loons, water calmly hitting the side of a boat, seagulls cry, someone getting settled under the covers.
  • Leo: Roaring fire and/or crackling fire, cicadas in the summertime, shifting sands, clicking from high heels or dance shoes, sounds of a crowded place, cat purr, wine/champagne cork being popped open, heartbeat.
  • Virgo: The buzzing of bees, turning of a page, sip of tea, crunching of leaves, typing, clicking of a pen, brushing their teeth, dishwasher or laundry machine running, a writing utensil scratching on a piece of paper, woodpecker.
  • Libra: Love dove coos, pizzicato, sound of a kiss, a whisper, a music box tune, opening of a letter, pop of opening lipstick or chapstick, tiptoeing, fluffing of a pillow, rosining a bow.
  • Scorpio: Boiling water, clothes ripping, the sound of locking or unlocking something, heavy breathing, creaking of a door, splashing, roaring from a waterfall or rapids, coffee grinder or maker, “shh”, silence.
  • Sagittarius: A match lighting, chanting, bells ringing, galloping, fizzling of a sparkler, popping or crackling of a candle, bouncing of a ball, someone steadily running, flags flapping in the wind, a jet engine about to take off, sound of swooshing as something just misses your head, a train horn off in the distance.
  • Capricorn: Various sounds from cobblestone, treading through the snow, opening of a briefcase, paper shredder, rocks crumbling or falling, picking fruit or leaf off a plant, ATM dispensing money, tick of a clock, echoes.
  • Aquarius: The sound of breathing when underwater, Tibetan bowl, drums, white noise, someone taking in a deep breath, chimes, something being fast-forwarded or rewind, static, needle on vinyl.
  • Pisces: Running water like a creek, river, shower, waterfall, or fountain, light snoring or heavy sleep breathing, popping of popcorn, bubbling of a fish tank, zipping of a sleeping bag, fog horn, piano keys.

Its like almost 12 am here and im awake thinking about how cute the idea of a uf paps being terrified of thunderstorms is

Context: The group is investigating a necromancer who’s been terrorizing the region. To find more information, the group must cross a lake on row boats.

DM: Roll a 20 to see how the trip went.

Me a Warlock (OOC): *rolls a 1* Fuck

DM: You hit a large rock and fall off your boat. You are now drowning, roll a 20 to save yourself.

Me: *rolls another 1*

DM: Ok, you get 2 more tries

Me: *rolls a 4* I’m gonna die here

DM: One more shot

Me: *rolls a 2*

DM: Shit…

Me: So I’m dead?

DM: No. As you drown your demonic patron appears infront of you. He will save you, but only if you do something for him.

Me: Yes. Yes. I’ll do whatever.

DM: K, you’re on shore and there’s a parchment in your bag.

Me: Thank you Satan.

I thought he only loved this rock because it was on the wall under his RHP and served as a good basking spot. But he’s gotten too large for it and keeps falling off while snoozing, so I moved it and put a larger perch in it’s place. Turns out he just likes this rock a lot, even if he keeps falling off and hissing himself awake when he lands.

10 mile run today i watched the Ochako vs. Bakugou ep (subbed then dubbed) then Midoriya vs. Todoroki (subbed then dubbed) and i am dead and murdered conclusions are as follows:

  • i love anime physics because if any of this were real i think all of Ochako’s hair woulda been singed off. 
  • like damn japan i admire your insistence that fire attacks are just Big Amorphous Bludgeoning Weapons
  • Bakugou’s…surprised and peeved “she’s not dead” slays me like look i know thats your “thing” but you cant expect her to be fucking dead. scratch that you cant be surprised when shes not.
  • Everyone, up 18 stories high in the high-rise bleachers, watching massive amounts of shrapnel rise into the air until an entire torn up car garage is floating in the sky, “hmmm…..Uraraka really has no plan…she should attempt something but shes not……shame….pity….”
  • i want a gag reel where all the pro heroes in the stands just. continually get smacked by the shit the contestants throw off the stage. people bludgeoned by falling rocks. an entire section frozen over in ice. like that spongebob Frycook Games episode.
  • WHERE DO YOU SEE FRAGILE
  • Kirishima for best 1-A Boy. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu for best 1-B boy. Combine for the ultimate Best Boy.
  • the phonecall scene. im not crying youre crying,. shut up
  • Izuku, stepping up on stage, doing yoga stretches and drinking Gatorade, “anyway time for a friendly and sportsmanlike game of Let’s Massively Fuck Up My Body”
  • Kissanime has started doing this “im not a robot” feature where it shows you five images, describes two, and you gotta click on those two. Anyway one of the descriptions was boy, injured and the image was fanart of Deku bloody and fucked up like i cannot make this shit up
  • Izuku: has 8 broken fingers and a broken arm. Todoroki: is cold. It’s anyone’s game.
  • TOP 10 ANIME DEATHS

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  • Izuku punched him AT LEAST twice and that’s a real damn satisfying thing
  • “YOU HAVEN’T LAID A SINGLE SCRATCH ON ME.”    END   ME
  • For real I love that the point of Deku’s whole screaming fit is that he’s offended Todoroki wont beat him up harder. That’s on par with Bakugou being offended that Todoroki declared war on Izuku and not him. 
  • Todoroki offends a lotta people
  • IT’S *Y O U R* POWER”     E  N D   M  E
  • I love when the UA teachers have to play a rousing game of “fuck do we have to intervene before Izuku literally murders himself”
  • Todoroki’s fire side going the fuck up is just???? damn????? DAMN??? THIS FUCKING OP ANIME CHILD WHOMST I LOVE???
  • RIP in pieces Mama Midoriya who no doubt died of 14 simultaneous heart attacks when that final collision went down
  • SERIOUSLY THO THAT EXPLOSION WAS LIKE 8,000 KINDS OF SATISFYING.
  • The dust settles. Izuku wavers, then collapses, out of bounds. Endeavor lets out a whoot of victory. “That’s my boy!” he shouts. Slowly, Todoroki raises his arm in triumph. Wait a minute. Not in triumph. No look at his hand. He’s got his middle finger up. That’s what he’s raising. Damn all the way to the sky. Fuck You Dad he declares, like a true champion. Endeavor smiles but he’s dead inside.
Zodiac Sounds

Aries: The bang from fireworks, glass shattering, thunder, car engine revving, a gong, a war cry, the sound of marching, metallic sounds, a gasp.

Taurus: Someone stepping thru grass or thru the forest, faint singing, sound of a cow bell, dishware and silverware hitting each other, sound of sorting or messing with coins, humming, tying of rope.

Gemini: The sound of the wind blowing high in the trees, laughter, flap of a wing or tweet of a bird, electricity buzzing, computer or phone notification, wind whistling thru an object, creaky swings, a flute.

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[LYRICS] Rush (Feat. Krizz Kaliko) by Rap Monster

Korean

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa from every girl
Got to put a rush on it (서둘러)
God, help me put a rush on it (서둘러 baby)

And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world
trying to put a rush on it (서둘러)
God, don’t let me put a rush on it (서둘러 baby)
I want to be the one they listen to people then broke they ears
I provoked the fears of them
Who she think about when she kissing you
When the smoke clears I provoke the tears of them
They cry they cry
When they see the dude with the thing on his eyes
Then I can open em wide, my mind
I can put the feelings of women aside
when they just feeling the vibe he got
Money for condo and a fiat. And begat the son of genius an a re-up
so we up the creek wit out a paddle or a pre-nump
and he bouta take Ya real far like a Prius
And make it to the top of this here and get popular
Cause When people think Ya poppin and popular they watchin Ya
And if a cloudy day and baracades is stoppin ya
Put in da stunner shades  block ’em from ya ocular
And I feels like I’m the biggest one
I’ll rock it till the wheels falls off and the feelings gone
And ima push it till my digits done
Races ain’t givin to the swiftest but the realist one

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa! from every girl
Got to put a rush on it (서둘러)
God, help me put a rush on it (서둘러 baby)
And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world
trying to put a rush on it (서둘러)
God, don’t let me put a rush on it

RM!
The only voice still ruling my world
Spreadin my voice, to the whole world
keepin shinin like a pearl
Taking money hearing oppa from your bitches and all the girls,
Making all the listeners flip-flop, tick-tock & switch-swap
they lanes and finna mufuckin curl
Young monster just tryna get by
Young kali we tryna get high
Gettin’ B.I.G, get ready to die, mufucka u slide
look at me gettin fly
Makin career like my mother nation man
What’s KOREA in this modern Asia, man?
I am used to my moderation
But i’d lose it if you give me mo underration and..
기억나? 친구야 내 어린 날
기억해봐 마냥 랩하고 다니던 어린 날
I just do it I just do it keep rushin’ with Krizz Kali
똑똑히 지켜봐라 내가 가나 어디까지

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa! from every girl
Got to put a rush on it (서둘러)
God, help me put a rush on it (서둘러 baby)
And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world
trying to put a rush on it (서둘러)
God, don’t let me put a rush on it (서둘러 baby)

Hating? ain’t about it
Complaining? ain’t about it
We juss keep rushin’ on it
Ke-keep rushin’ on it
What? Blaming? ain’t about it
Exclaiming? ain’t about it
We just keep rushin’ on it
Ke-keep rushin’ on it

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa! from every girl
Got to put a rush on it
God, help me put a rush on it
And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world
trying to put a rush on it
God, don’t let me put a rush on it

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa from every girl
Got to put a rush on it
God, help me put a rush on it
And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world
trying to put a rush on it
God, don’t let me put a rush on it

English

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa from every girl
Got to put a rush on it (Hurry)
God, help me put a rush on it (Hurry baby)

And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world trying to put a rush on it (Hurry)
God, don’t let me put a rush on it (Hurry baby)
I want to be the one they listen to people then broke they ears
I provoked the fears of them
Who she think about when she kissing you
When the smoke clears I provoke the tears of them
They cry they cry
When they see the dude with the thing on his eyes
Then I can open em wide, my mind
I can put the feelings of women aside
when they just feeling the vibe he got
Money for condo and a fiat. And begat the son of genius an a re-up
so we up the creek wit out a paddle or a pre-nump
and he bouta take Ya real far like a Prius
And make it to the top of this here and get popular
Cause When people think Ya poppin and popular they watchin Ya
And if a cloudy day and baracades is stoppin ya
Put in da stunner shades  block ’em from ya ocular
And I feels like I’m the biggest one
I’ll rock it till the wheels falls off and the feelings gone
And ima push it till my digits done
Races ain’t givin to the swiftest but the realist one

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa! from every girl
Got to put a rush on it (Hurry)
God, help me put a rush on it (Hurry baby)
And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world
trying to put a rush on it (Hurry)
God, don’t let me put a rush on it

RM!
The only voice still ruling my world
Spreadin my voice, to the whole world
keepin shinin like a pearl
Taking money hearing oppa from your bitches and all the girls,
Making all the listeners flip-flop, tick-tock & switch-swap
they lanes and finna mufuckin curl
Young monster just tryna get by
Young kali we tryna get high
Gettin’ B.I.G, get ready to die, mufucka u slide
look at me gettin fly
Makin career like my mother nation man
What’s KOREA in this modern Asia, man?
I am used to my moderation
But i’d lose it if you give me mo underration and..
Do you remember? Friend, my earlier days
Try remembering, the young me who just went around rapping
I just do it I just do it keep rushin’ with Krizz Kali
Open your eyes and watch closely how far I’ll go?

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa! from every girl
Got to put a rush on it (Hurry)
God, help me put a rush on it (Hurry baby)
And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world
trying to put a rush on it (Hurry)
God, don’t let me put a rush on it (Hurry baby)

Hating? ain’t about it
Complaining? ain’t about it
We juss keep rushin’ on it
Ke-keep rushin’ on it
What? Blaming? ain’t about it
Exclaiming? ain’t about it
We just keep rushin’ on it
Ke-keep rushin’ on it

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa! from every girl
Got to put a rush on it
God, help me put a rush on it
And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world
trying to put a rush on it
God, don’t let me put a rush on it

I should be the biggest star in the world
I should be hearing Oppa from every girl
Got to put a rush on it
God, help me put a rush on it
And you could be the biggest star in the world
Don’t matter, one day you’re going to leave the world
trying to put a rush on it
God, don’t let me put a rush on it

Trans cr; Jessie @ bts-trans
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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fics where Derek is very very very protective of stiles like he growls when Stiles is threatened and calls stiles 'his' like cute protective stuff like that ( maybe some new ones cause I've gone through most of your tags)

i think you sent this ask twice because it was worded the exact same but sent on different days. please wait at least 1 week before resending it because when we open anonymous, our askbox gets busy :)

Blossom by tabbytabbytabby (7/11 | 21,365 | R)

Stiles struggles a lot after the events with the Wild Hunt. His friends that had been happy to have been back eventually go back to their lives, no one noticing just how much everything that happened is still effecting him. Until Stiles finds himself confiding in the last person he’d ever expect to care, Peter Hale, who convinces Stiles to open up to his Dad. Little does Stiles know Peter and the Sheriff are giving the rest of the pack the push they need to start making Stiles feel like he’s pack again.

The last thing I remember was you by fangirl_from_the_bookstore (1/1 | 3,331 | PG13)

“Wohoo! Go Derek!”, he laughed.

Derek was on top of the mountain and waving down at him. He winked and shouted “Canon baaall!” before sprinting to the edge and jumping down. When he breached he saw Stiles dancing around like a cheerleader.

“Don’t fall off!”, Derek jokingly said, because he remembered the sharp rocks in the water.

“I won-”, said Stiles, but before he could finish the sentence, he slipped and fell into the water with a huge splash.

Werewolf Superman by Withstarryeyes (1/1 | 1,836 | PG13)

The house was shaking and Stiles could hear glass breaking, shattering into a billion, innocent pieces forgotten as the two wolves fought. Why couldn’t Derek ever just set his pettiness aside and listen for once? Scott was seldom wrong when it came to things and Derek’s stubbornness did little to help except piss Scott off and make Stiles feel all confused about his sexuality.

What? Derek’s eyes were pensive in that model, brooding way and they reminded him of Henry Cavill and who doesn’t want to bang a dude that could audition for Superman, win the part, and beat up the previous Superman actors?

Stiles was just keeping himself out of a mental asylum by wanting to bang the Big Bad Wolf.

five times derek is protective of stiles and one time it’s the other way around by skylarisafail (1/1 | 2,353 | PG13)

Yeah, okay, so maybe Derek was a tad too protective of Stiles. So what? Sue him for worrying about his best friend, whom he totally does not have a raging crush on.

Okay, so maybe he does.

Shut up.

Guilty Pleasures | 1 | (M)

this has been revised; the plot has changed and jeongguk is no longer a part of it, will most likely be a two or three shot rather than a series unless i decide to extend it.

word count: 5k

genre: smut + fluff; high school AU + scholar/fuckboy!jimin

pairing(s): jimin/reader

warning(s)/kink(s): cam sex, dirty talk, slight school uniform kink

summary: you hated school and rebelled a little because of it, despite the fact that you always saved face by being an angel in classrooms. that’s why you like to go online to find some fun, where you stumble across a classmate and make a special arrangement.

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anonymous asked:

could you do a full version of the model un!au with nct? i really love your stuff and i’d love to see a longer version! thank you!

i don’t know enough about MUN to write much an au,,,but i thought of some fun little things for nct,,,,,

Taeyong

  • voted best looking delegate at like. every conference he’s ever been to (obviously this isn’t an official prize, but even the committee agrees he deserves it if it were)
  • gets super nervous on the ride there and keeps shuffling around his note cards and trying to remember how to address the room ,,,,, calls sicheng whose like ??? and taeyong is like please i need someone to count off my breathing to calm me down ok start-
  • jumps slightly when he hears the gavel 

Doyoung

  • is the king of the GA - will blab till his mouth falls off 
  • people dread getting small countries most of the time, but doyoung rocks it - and he stays in character till the very end
  • did i mention his characters can sometimes be ,,,,,,,,,,,,ahem,,,,,,,annoying
  • the kid who says model un is his life

Taeil 

  • “what the hell is a tuvalu. is that country even in the UN?”
  • once wore jeans to a conference and taeyong nearly had a heart attack
  • is the easiest delegate to approach for a sponsor because like,,,,,he’ll just smile and go “let me think about it” which usually means he’ll do it - if you sneak good ass snacks for him out in the hall
  • of there’s a crisis, he’s out sick

Johnny

  • is here for one thing and one thing only: the MUN hosted dance 
  • about to cha-cha slide into some cute delegates arms tonight ;)
  • once turned to ten during a mediation and whispered “yeah, so, does making out with the enemy count as “fraternizing” ,,,,,,,,,,,cuz me and france well-”
  • lost his research binder on day 3 of the conference 

Yuta

  • for someone who probably skidded past in geography, people are surprised he can even name the capital of his representative country 
  • loVES being in the crisis committee and having people scatter to make alliances and he’s just like “my alliance is with these brand new gucci shades. all of yall better watch out.”
  • somewhere in the distance haechan whispers that those gucci shades are fake
  • has never been on a winning team, but he claims this year is his year

Jaehyun

  • just wants everyone to work on resolutions together and thinks world peace is actually possible
  • every year, doyoung crushes this dream for him 
  • his biggest fear is having his committee assassinated - apparently that can happen in MUN 
  • his position papers are always really well written, but when people compliment him he gets all shy and out-of-character

Sicheng

  • always suggests that doyoung be chairperson because when that’s the case,,,,it’s a real hoot and sicheng just sits back and enjoys
  • hates when delegates use MUN pick up lines on him and they almost always do
  • when in doubt, sneak out into the hallway and google it - dong sicheng, every conference he’s ever been to
  • hopes he finally gets China 

Mark

  • works super hard and brings highlighters to research meetings 
  • his suit always looks a little too big on him
  • popular during unmoderated caucuses because everyone wants to be his ally 
  • when in doubt,,,,,talk about education,,,,,,mark is just like WELL the CHILDREN are the FUTURE

Haechan

  • loves tearing apart shitty resolutions, but will actually lose his mind if his committee’s resolution fails and believe me. not pretty
  • debate king. him and doyoung got into it once and god knows how long they were all in there - mark thinks their voices are permanently locked in his ears
  • “im not,,,,SAYING,,,,there might be an assassination,,,,im just SAYING you should be careful”
  • favorite part of MUN is watching rival countries fight for his alliance and in the end, he picks neither
  • (also he won best delegate once and blew a kiss right @ doyoung because ,,,, why not LOL) 

Ten

  • likes working with newbies because he likes being faux leader,,,,but also because he’s a kind soul 
  • almost broke his leg at the last committee dance 
  • someone tried to bring up his countries problematic past and ten was like “excuse me but im about to discredit everything you just said and,,,,,,,,,,,,,discredit that horrendous thing you thought was a good outfit baby”
  • mark looking at ten with wide eyes: what does,,,,that mean 
Peter Pan Imagine - “You’re Mine And Mine Alone”

REQUEST: @beenfangirlingsince1997​: May I request an imagine where Peter Pan is really possessive over the reader and he gets jealous really easily and the reader has been badly mentally abused and is a really self conscious shy girl and is really scared of Pan because she’s seen the crueler side of Pan and she gets really fidgety around violence and make it really super angsty. Oh and Pan and the reader aren’t together yet.”

- Peter Pan x Reader

- Fandom: Once Upon A Time

- Warnings: light cussing, angst

- Length: long af

- Take Note: I’m not used to writing in the point of view of a shy, abused, timid girl because I personally am not any of those, but I tried my best! Also this is my first time writing in the “you” point of view ahhhh

“Hey, (y/n)!”

You look up at the sound of your name to see Devin walking towards you.

“Yeah?”

“Want to go fishing with me?” he asks. “For dinner?”

“Uhm, sure.” You hesitantly nod. Though you weren’t very good at fishing, it would get you away from camp…away from Pan. It seemed he was always hovering over you. You had hardly any freedom, and his possessiveness over you was becoming suffocating lately. You wanted—no, needed—to get out. You saw Pan nowhere in sight, thank god. A rare and perfect chance to slip away for a little bit. Great timing, Devin.

“Great,” Devin smiles at you, and you smile back. He hands you one of the two fishing spears he’d been holding and you both head out of camp and onto one of the trails. You become more and more joyful with each step. What a great day you were about to have, away from Pan’s scorching eyes and demonic presence.

You and Devin walk side by side along a well-used path, leaving the camp farther and farther behind. You breathe in deeply, joy filling your chest as much as the air. You and Devin made small talk as you walked, until you neared the river, in which you stopped talking to listen to the sound of water rushing and splashing up ahead. Upon first sight, you halt and stare in awe at the sparkling water flowing smoothly, the sunlight reflecting off the water and making it shimmer like diamonds. It wasn’t very often you were able to come to this river.

Devin leads you to an outcrop of large, smooth gray boulders tumbling from the bank and into the river. “This is my favorite spot to fish,” he says as you carefully follow him onto the rocks, watching the water flow beneath you in amazement. Devin crouches low with his spear pointed at the water, posed and ready to strike. You copy his lead, but don’t stare into the river as intently as he does. Instead your gaze travels to the forest around you. So serene, beautiful, so peaceful. An amazing change in scenery compared to the same old camp you were in all day every day. You took it all in as much as you could, once again breathing in deeply and inhaling the wonderful earthy scents and the fresh, moist smell the river gave off. “This is nice,” you murmur.

Devin glances back at you, his lips curved in a teasing smile. “Not as nice as this juicy fish I’m about to catch,” he jokes. You laugh and he laughs, and you feel so much better than you have in a long while. You push away the thought of Pan’s anger that was sure to follow your little day out with Devin, which was very hard to do, but you refused to let it eat away at you and ruin this moment. You try your best to focus all your attention on the beauty around you instead.

“We should do this more often,” Devin comments. “You don’t leave camp much, but you seem to really enjoy being out here.”

“I know. I wish I could do this every day,” you reply, not bothering to hide the longing in your voice.

“Then why don’t you?”

“Pan.” You say bluntly. “He’ll, um, he’ll probably have my head on a spike just for being out here with you right now.”

Devin frowns, his spear lowering in lack of focus to it. “I know Pan is our leader and all, but surely you can’t let him keep you on such a tight leash like that? We have freedom, I don’t see why you can’t.”

“It’s easier said than done, confronting him.” You point out. “Pan…terrifies me. I’ve seen how cruel he can be. You have too.”

“Surely, if you just talk to Pan—”

“That’s not an option,” you interrupt, then immediately feel bad for cutting him off. But you hate how you’re talking about Pan on the one chance you get to be away from him.

“Why not?” Devin asks.

“You know Pan,” you let out a sigh.

“But you’re a girl,” Devin says.  “And the only girl at that. Won’t that give you some benefits?”

Your face creases in disgust. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, I-I just thought—”

“Devin,” you break him off again, “Have you heard about Wendy?”

“Wendy?” The mood instantly turns grimmer and he stares at you warily . “Um….why?” (photo)

“I’ve been told about Wendy before,” you tell him. “I don’t know any details, I hardly know anything about her at all, actually. Just that she was a girl who came to Neverland, and Pan…” you gulp, your heart starting to beat faster. Man, just thinking about Wendy can make you break out in a cold sweat. “…Pan kept her locked in a cage…” and he did things to her. You don’t know why but you left out that last part.

Devin’s eyes widen briefly, before he swiftly turns back to watching the river, purposely aiming his spear closer to the water. “Never heard of that before. The other boys are just trying to scare you.”

“Don’t play dumb,” you flash.

“I’m not,” he says. “If Pan kept a girl locked in a cage, wouldn’t he do the same to you? What makes you so special?”

You put your mind to work, rolling through all of the vague things the others have told you. “Well, I’ve been told that Wendy didn’t want to stay on Neverland, and that’s why Pan kept her locked up. That Wendy liked her home, her family, wanted to go back. You? Me? We came from bad situations. We were unloved, unwanted, lost…” you trail off, pushing away the awful memories of your life before you were taken to Neverland.

“I know all this,” Devin says. “We’re called the Lost Boys for a reason. But I’ve never heard about this Wendy girl in my life. It doesn’t even make sense. The only children that come here are those who are unloved, so why would Wendy come here in the first place if she was loved and wanted? It’s called logic.”

Devin was either a really good liar or he was telling the truth. You thought about confronting the boys who told you about Wendy, maybe see if you can get more out of them or get them to admit they were lying, but you were not sure you had the confidence to do it. You sure as hell didn’t have the courage to ask Pan about it.

“Okay,” you end the conversation with that, opting you’d rather cherish your precious time here than waste it arguing about Pan and this so-called Wendy, and your painfully low self-esteem.

You move away from Devin and onto a rock a few feet away, peering down at the water with your spear ready to strike. Anything to get your mind off what’s bothering you.

“You’ll never catch a fish like that.”

Your blood turns to ice in your veins. That was not Devin’s voice. Heart pounding, you turn around to see none other than Peter Pan standing on the rocks behind you, arms crossed, glaring at you in a way that was sinister.

“You were leaning too far over the edge,” he says simply, almost sounding bored yet criticizing at the same time. “The fish would’ve been able to see your shadow and never come near the rock.” (gif)

“Pan…” You gasp, standing up slowly. Dread and fear surged through you and your mind blanked in panic. Did he hear any of your conversation? If he did you were dead. That’d be the end of you.

“(Y/n) and I were just fishing,” Devin explains, sounding a little bit defensive. He moves over to your side, holding the spear over his shoulder with his hand resting on it.

“I can see that,” Pan growls, his eyes narrowing and chin lifting. “But what I don’t see is any fish. What have you been doing all this time?”

You take a step back, not liking the jealously that seemed to flow off him in waves. But as you do, you fall off the edge of the rock and into the water below. Cold waves splash over your shocked body as the water sucks you under and utter panic engulfs you. You drown and die.

The end.

Just kidding yall…okay resuming where I left off:

You’ve seen Pan when he was outraged, and it was not pretty. “I’m sorry,” you begin desperately. “Devin and I were just fishing, what else would we be doing? I’m sorry, Pan, I’m sorry.” You didn’t even have to wonder how he knew your exact location as you remembered Peter Pan knew everything that happened on his island. I’m so stupid! How could I forget? And I’m so dead…

“Stop it, (y/n),” Pan says. “Don’t you remember the first rule of being a Lost Boy? You never apologize.”

You stop yourself from saying you’re sorry again. As you grope for something else to say, Pan continues: “And do you remember the second rule?” His expression darkens menacingly. “You never disobey me.”

All the color left your face in pure fear. Oh shit. This was not good. You were in extremely deep trouble.

“What did (y/n) do to disobey you?” Devin asks boldly. You turn a pleading gaze on him; speaking out against Pan was sure too get him—you don’t want to think about it—killed.

“Oh, did I not make myself clear?” Pan growls. (gif)

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He moves closer to you, the faintest of a smirk on one corner of his lips. Your breath hitches in your throat and you gulp, bringing your gaze down but without tilting your head. Pan lifts a hand up to your cheek and you almost flinch, except the movement was slow. His knuckles hover there without touching your skin. He looks over at Devin with a smug grin, slipping a strand of your hair through his fingers. As your hair falls back down, his piercing eyes land on you once more. “(Y/n)….” his breath feels warm on your nose, his voice sending tingles of fright down your spine.

Pan turns his back towards you as he steps away before spinning back around with a devilish, wide smile, his arms out as if presenting something. His voice is boisterous. “You’re mine, and mine alone.” (gif).

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“I-I’m…” yours? You can’t finish the sentence. Your heart is hammering against your chest so hard you’re sure that’s why you’re trembling.

“Don’t be afraid,” Pan purrs (gif). “Be flattered.”

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Later that evening, you were sitting in your tent, reliving the events of that day over and over in your head. After Pan had claimed you as his, he sent you back to camp ahead of him and Devin. You were scared for Devin, and had anxiously waited for his return. When he finally came back with Pan he seemed fine but hardly spoke a word to you. After that you’d gone into your tent and stayed there, even more afraid to see Pan again. More so of being conflicted and confused than the fear of him as a person.

You’re mine and mine alone. What did that mean exactly? Don’t be afraid, be flattered. You take a deep breath. Don’t be afraid. Most of all, that’s what circles round and round in your head. Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid. Did that mean he wouldn’t hurt you; do things to you that he might’ve done to Wendy?

The tent flap zips open unexpectedly, making you jump with a start. Joseph sticks his head in. “You hungry?” he asks. “Dinner’s been ready for a while now. If you don’t get your butt out here there’ll be nothing left.” Then he leaves, leaving your tent open.

Reluctantly, you crawl out and stand up, your eyes darting around nervously for any sight of Pan. He’s there, sitting by the fire in the midst of the Lost Boys. He’s holding his infamous panpipes, fiddling with them in his hands as if contemplating whether he wants to play them or not. He looks up at you (gif), as if you’d made a big announcement emerging from your tent even though he couldn’t have possibly have heard you come out. Your breath catches in your throat and you avert your gaze.

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You see Devin sitting on a log, eating. He’s sitting with Marcus, Kane, and Millard, laughing and chatting. You walk over to them and as you near Devin looks up at you, forces himself to swallow, and wipes his arm over his mouth, smearing some of the dark meat juice onto his cheek. It looked eerily like blood in the dim lighting. Maybe it was. “Uh, hey, (y/n),” he says rather awkwardly.

“Um, hi. Mind if I join?” you ask.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

You whip around at the Pan’s voice. Damn, what’s up with him doing that? He’s standing right behind you, his jaw taut. “As you can see, there’s no room on that log anyways,”

“Pan,” you stammer, fizzing with anxiety. “I, uh, I um…” you trail off as you see Pan’s body stiffen. His muscles tense, his eyes loose their irritation as they glaze over, as if he were staring at something we cannot see.

“Pirates,” he growls a few moments later, his gaze clearing. Of course: Pan had just sensed someone arriving in Neverland. He grins—a grin you know all too well. It sends shivers down your spine. “Looks like we have some guests. Lost Boys, get over here!”

At his call, everyone stops what they’re doing and gathers around you and Pan, looking at their leader expectantly. You try to inch away, not comfortable with the way all the boys are closing in around you, tightly packing you in.

“What is it, Pan?” Felix asks.

“Pirates have just arrived,” Pan explains, his eyes shining in a wicked delight. “Ready for some fun, boys?”

They hoot and holler, whilst you cower away at all their excitement for bloodshed. Even Devin joins in, his arm pumping the air in a circular motion as he whoops. You, however, stay quiet. You just can’t understand how everyone finds fighting fun. It terrifies you, in fact. Just the thought of battling ruthless, vicious, grown men with sharp swords makes your heart start to pound.

“Sharpen your knives, boys, we’ve got no time to waste!” Pan declares. “We attack at first light!”

As your campmates disperse, gathering their weapons, you hurry back towards your tent, eager to get away from all this upheaval.

“(Y/n)!” You freeze in your tracks as your name is barked, and turn around to meet Pan’s tyrannizing stare. “Will you be a lad and dip the arrows in dreamshade?”

It was an order disguised as a question. “Yes, Pan,” You obey, not daring to look him in the eye. You leave quickly, afraid to linger around him.

You climb up the handmade ladder to Pan’s tree house, where he keeps the dreamshade poison. Once up, you give the door a slight push and it slowly swings open with a prolonged creak. It’s quiet and dark inside. You walk across the bare room, scanning for the jar of the deadly, thick liquid bound to be on one of the shelves. You don’t like being inside Pan’s den; it gives off a dark feeling. Peter Pan owns the entire island, yes, and everything is his, yes, but this…this, this is his most personal space. Being inside it makes you feel the most vulnerable, if that were even possible. You’re just thankful he isn’t in here with you. You see the dreamshade, but just as you reach out for it, the door behind you shuts.

Your heart skips a beat in surprise and you turn around to see Pan standing there, his eyes focused on you with such intensity you can almost feel it.

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“Pan!” you stutter. You take the jar off the shelf and grip it tightly, trying to suppress your fear. “I was just getting the dreamshade, like you asked.”

“Of course, (y/n),” Pan drawls, walking towards you.

Your breathing becomes labored. You wish you were anywhere else right now, anywhere but here.

“Do you believe it?” he says quietly.

“Believe what?” you ask timidly.

“The story about Wendy.”

You almost drop the jar in your fear and surprise. “H-how did you know?”

“I know everything,” he answers.

Did he overhear you and Devin? “I…I don’t know,” you admit.

Pan is silent, staring at you. You shift uncomfortably, your hands clammy with foreboding.

“I would never do anything like that to you,” he says finally.

You jerk your gaze to him in surprise. You can feel your pulse pounding in your temples.

His eyes are dark in the shadows. “Do you trust me?”

You inhale a shaky breath. “There’s something I see in you. It might kill me.”

Pan’s face lifts in a twisted smile, which scares the shit out of you. When you say that to someone, their response shouldn’t be a crazed smile, right? Right? “I-is it true?”

His smirk never falters. “You’ll figure that one out on your own.”

You desperately try to hide how fearful you are. You can hardly control the tremor in your voice as you say, “Do I want to find out?”

“I won’t hurt you, (y/n).” Pan murmurs. “Have I ever hurt you? Answer the question, (y/n).”

You swallow, your throat dry. “N-no.”

“I know where you come from,” he begins. “I know how unloved you were. You withered away, neglected, unwanted, unvalued, lost to everything. It was the same for all my Lost Boys. That’s why they’re here. And since being here, they’ve changed. Came out of their shells. Expressed who they really are. And do you see them? They’re happy. Wild. Free. But here you are, you’re still scared and lonely.”

You close your eyes tight, fighting back the anguish rising in your throat. Ever since you were brought here you’ve buried your past, you’ve tried to burn it to ashes, to wipe it from existence. And now Pan was bringing it all back up again. But you can’t deny that what he’s saying is true.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” Pan says, and of all things, he’s smiling mischievously. “I can make you forget about it all. I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I promise.”

You can’t believe this is happening. It feels like you can’t get enough air. “Promise is a strong word,” you remark.

“I may not be the most well-behaved boy on the island, but I always keep my promises.”

You push down the fear, forcing it away. You had no need to be scared anymore. He won’t hurt me. “I trust you.” You say it so quietly you aren’t sure he heard, but of course he did.

Pan takes the jar of poison from your hands, his piercing green stare never leaving yours. “I’ll take this off of you now.” He sets it back on the shelf, but as his hand comes back down it touches your shoulder, his finger trailing along the hem of your shirt. He arches an eyebrow, smirking. “And this too.”

anonymous asked:

Can you describe more what it is like for Host to loose himself in his power like that? Where he can't tell what's real and what not?

“Take a deep breath.”

Dark materializes from the shadows and closes a hand around Host’s throat.

“Breathe.”

The room tips to the side as Host screams, swallowed whole by the black of Dark’s eyes.

“Host, you’re right here with me. Can you hear me?”

Host can see again, see his reflection in the mirror as Dark stands at his shoulder, proud of his good work. The Host’s eyes lay carefully in the palm of Dark’s hand as he leans closer to his trembling victim, whispering, “Breathe, Host. Breathe.”

“No,” Host chokes. “No, don’t touch me!” Dark’s touch means him tearing through Host’s thoughts like a hurricane. It means pain. Not physical. There were almost never bruises or cuts so that the others could see. Always pain that only the Host would know about.

“Wouldn’t want to mar that pretty face,” Dark says, stroking a finger down Host’s cheek. But Dark isn’t Dark anymore then; he’s a swarm of black butterflies brushing against Host, getting in his ears and mouth and nostrils and choking him to death with their paper wings.

Then Host is falling, falling, falling off a cliff towards the rocks below, rocks already covered in blood. “Host, it isn’t real. You’re in the clinic! Here, touch the sheets.”

The rocks below become and ocean of white fabric, wrapping around the Host’s arms and legs and pulling him under. “Tell me what you see.”

The Host sees himself, haughty and young and intelligent. The Author was handsome and suave. He had the world in the palm of his hand, but he threw it all away for the chance at proving himself.

“You’re not him anymore. You’re Host. You can start over, start fresh. Don’t you want to try?” Dr. Iplier’s voice cuts through the Author’s cabin which slowly morphs into a room in the clinic, one little detail at a time.

But Dark still lingers in the corner, watching the Host like a vulture. “Dark is here.”

“Not real,” the Doctor whispers. The visions start to fade.

“The Host is blind.”

“Real.” Host can still hear the ringing.

“The Host is falling.”

“Not real. Breathe, don’t forget to breathe.” Host slumps against the Doctor as he continues to talk. “You overexerted yourself. I thought we talked about this. You were supposed to tell me, if he made you do too much.” Host shivers, and Dr. Iplier shakes his head. “Don’t do it again, ok?”

“Ok,” Host chokes in a breath. “Ok.”

Whump Prompt Collection

We had a prompt session on the discord chat last night and went a bit over the top. Before we lose them, I offered to put them here. Tada! Feel free to use them. Thanks to @x-wingsandarchers, @whumperwriter and @sadmac356

Sick!fic

  • In the middle of winter, A’s heater breaks, and the roads are too icy for the repair folks to come. B walks over in the snow to warm them up.
  • B gifts A some food, only for A to be super allergic to it
  • A is sick but needs the money from his job(s) so he soldiers on, full on fever and dizzy, B might be a coworker or customer that either catch him when A collapses or that convince him to go home. Where A is all alone, no heating or anything, until an hour later B rings the bell to help and care for A
  • A&B go out for a nice dinner but then a eat something that they’re severely allergic to accidentally and has an allergic reaction at the restaurant
  • A and B are chilling out at home. B gets really sick for some reason and A goes to the store to get some meds. When A doesn’t return B gets really concerned and goes after them in there sick state.
  • A has an illness that would usually be easily treated, but B, their doctor, finds out the hard way that A is seriously allergic to the treatment

Mugging/Beating/Shot

  • A is mugged and stabbed and left to die in an alley, B is on their way home and finds A
  • A&B spend the day together and then when A goes home they get robbed in their home and they get hurt and when B comes to see them the next day they find them almost dead at their house
  • A and B are at a club when somebody who’s too drunk starts to hit on a and when b steps in he gets the s*** beat out of them
  • A and B are at the in-laws and the father of A gets so angry at B that he punches them
  • A and B are walking down the street in downtown wherever and they get caught in the middle of a drive-by shooting and B get shot in the chest or gets shot a lot
  • A is attacked by like five guys on a deserted street and left bleeding and in need of medical attention. They call their friend for help as they’re too delirious to realise they need to call an ambulance or something, but they dial the wrong number and B picks up
  • A is shot while on the job. B is one of the doctors on the case. That’s how they meet.
  • A is beaten up and has their jaw broken. Their partner, B, tries to figure out what A’s trying to tell them through their messed up jaw so they can go after the people who did it
  • A and B are in prison their cell mates and they get really close and then a get shanked right before they’re about to get out on parole
  • A and B are dancers and the night before their big competition the competitors try to take them out so they send a big guy after them in the big I end up breaking B’s leg
  • A takes his young nephew shopping while babysitting and sees an enemy of his. They stab A and run, but A doesn’t want to worry his nephew, so he brings them both to B’s house, who is a doctor, and B helps him and they both try not to worry the nephew

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