for some reason that bothered me A Lot

I just… really love this movie

Bugging Out

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Description:  Can I please request a Bucky x reader. Where the reader and Bucky don’t like each other very much, but one night everyone else is on like a mission or something and the reader gets scared of a water bug in her room. Bucky hears her and makes fun of her for being scared but then notices she’s like really upset and crying and he comforts her. Really fluffy pls. Sry it’s a pretty detailed request I have a phobia of bugs. (requested by anon)

Word count: 1,187

Warnings: Swearing, bugs (if those bother you)

A/N: I am the absolute WORST person in the world, I literally haven’t posted an imagine on here in a year. A whole year. I’m so so so sorry you guys, I really don’t have any excuse other than being preoccupied with other things, but that’s still no reason to have left you all for that long. I hope you guys can forgive me, and that some of you are still with me despite my extended absence! School is almost over (only 3 weeks left!) so I’m hoping that I’ll be a lot more on top of this blog when that time comes. Again, I’m so sorry and requests are open if you wanna send those in!

“Can you clean up after yourself for once in your life?” you shouted, your voice echoing across the empty room. Everyone - except for you and Bucky, that is - had left to go on some apparently super important mission, and to be honest you were getting quite annoyed with Mr. Barnes. 

The two of you had never gotten along very well. It wasn’t like you hated each other or anything, you’d both just much rather spend time with other people. You thought that everyone knew of your mutual dislike for each other, so you were confused and pretty annoyed to find out that everyone was going on this mission, leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. 

“Hello?!” you called out, huffing when you didn’t get a reply. Bucky had, yet again, left his dinner dishes all over the kitchen, and didn’t even bother putting them in the sink. You didn’t mind cleaning up after people most of the time, but Bucky was getting on your last nerve with his constant messiness that he seemed to leave just for you to pick up. 

You realized that Bucky probably wasn’t even in the tower at the moment. Either that or he was purposely ignoring you just to make you mad. Whatever the case, you were ready to punch something, preferably his face. You cursed under your breath the entire time you washed his dishes, and when you were done, you slammed the dish washer shut (just in case he was still in the tower; you wanted him to know how upset you were). 

It was pretty early in the evening, only around 7:00. Wanting to get your mind off of how pissed you were with your sole companion for the night, you decided to take a shower. After going to your room and into the bathroom that was connected to it, you quickly undressed and let the water run until the room got nice and steamy. 

You washed your hair with your favorite shampoo and let the warm water soothe your aching bones and tired mind. Too soon, the water started to get cold, so you reluctantly turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower. You’d prepared ahead of time and set out a fluffy white towel to dry yourself with, and once you’d wrapped it around your body, you opened the bathroom door and stepped into your room. 

Everything was going perfectly normally. You looked in your dressers for some pajamas, before laying them out on your bed and getting ready to change into them. Your routine was interrupted, though, when you saw a huge water bug climbing the wall right next to your head. 

You screamed probably louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. You’d always been terrified of bugs. You could handle fire and assassins and people shooting at you on a daily basis, but bugs were the one thing you absolutely couldn’t handle. 

Just then, the door to your room burst open, and a frantic Bucky swiveled his head, seemingly looking for danger, holding a gun. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he couldn’t find any immediate threat. “Why did you scream?”

“Th-There’s a bug,” you stammered, pointing at the wall where you had previously been standing. “Right there.”

Bucky walked to where you were showing him, and when he saw the bug, he broke into laughter. “Seriously?” he choked out through his hysterics. “A bug?”

“It’s not funny,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and just now becoming aware that you were still in a towel. 

“I mean, I’m sorry to say it doll, but it kinda is,” he chuckled. “The fearless y/n, able to knock out men twice her size and barely blink an eye doing it, reduced to tears by a silly bug.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you mumbled, backing into the wall across the room to further the distance between you and the bug in case it could fly or something. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still in a towel here, and any other time I would have told you to get the fuck out of my room and let me change, but I’m terrified right now and really would appreciate it if you’d kill that thing for me. Then as soon as you’re done you can leave and make fun of me all you want and we’ll go back to hating each other just like before,” you said, your voice wavering as you tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

Bucky didn’t say anything for a few seconds before saying quietly, “Shit, you really are scared, aren’t you?” He grabbed a tissue from beside your bed and wrapped it around the bug before going into your bathroom and flushing it down the toilet. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, moving to the side so that he could leave. He didn’t walk away, though. 

“I don’t hate you,” he said suddenly, and you blinked in surprise. Had you heard him right? 

“You…You don’t?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Then why did he try to make your life a living hell every second of every day? Were you just overreacting?

He sighed and shook his head as he sat down on your bed. “I know it probably seems like I do sometimes, but I really don’t. I just thought you hated me, so in my mind it was easier to annoy you as much as possible.”

You laughed dryly at his reasoning, sitting down next to him. “I don’t hate you either,” you told him, shrugging. “I dunno what made us act so hostile towards each other in the first place, but I, at least, want that to be over.”

“So do I,” Bucky agreed. “And I’m sorry for laughing at you about the bug.” At the mention of what had just happened, you cringed, and Bucky quickly apologized again for bringing it up. “I didn’t realize how scared you actually were until you pointed out that you weren’t kicking me out while you’re still in a towel.”

In that moment, you realized you were still basically naked, and you gasped. “Oh my God, get out!” you shrieked, pulling your towel up as far as it would go over your chest. 

Bucky laughed heartily. “There we go, back to normal,” he stated, standing up. “Again, I’m really sorry, y/n, I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, just wanting him to leave so that you could change. You realized, though, that you were acting somewhat rudely to the guy who’d just come to your rescue, so before he walked away completely, you called out, “Hey Buck?”

He turned around, seeming surprised at the nickname, and said, “Yeah, doll?”

“Do you, uh, maybe want to…watch a movie with me or something?” you wondered, suddenly shy. “After I finish changing, I mean.”

Bucky smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Awesome,” you grinned, before making a straight face again and saying, “Now get out.”

Bucky laughed and turned around, closing the door behind him as he said, “I’ll see you in a few minutes, y/n.”

A/N: I might start tagging some of you guys in my imagines whenever I post one if that’s something any of you are interested in. So if you wanna be a part of my tag list, either comment on this or shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to add you! :)

Request here

“2017 is gonna be great” and “2017 is gonna be horrible” are both ideologies that bother me for a lot of reasons, so I suggest we go for some sort of fun middle ground like “2017 is gonna be the year with the most casual fridays” or “2017: horniest year on record”

Witchy Real Talk: Storebought, Man-Made, and “Not Powerful”

This topic comes up a lot in the witchy community. You’ll be browsing through articles about crystals and you’ll see something to the effect of “this citrine is laboratory grown! It doesn’t have any magickal properties! It has to be naturally grown for it to be worth anything in witchcraft!” And it’s not just citrine. I’ve seen this with amethyst, quartz (and not just clear quartz - the same arguments keep being made in regards to titanium quartz, aura quartz, et cetera), and even resin castings. Resin castings!

So… why am I writing this article? Because I’m a witch who attempts to live frugally who uses crystals and herbs and spices on a regular basis in my magics. And honestly, when it comes to magic, the most important part of what makes your spells tick is the relationship between intuition and intent. To see many witches bashing lab-grown crystals or spices kept in plastic containers honestly irks me just a little, and for a couple of reasons.

First, there’s the fact that there’s just a little bit of hypocrisy involved. Glass is man-made. Sure, it can happen naturally in the wild, but glass jars don’t form where lightning strikes silica rich sand. However, a good point can be made when it comes to the fact that plastic is more harmful to the environment. I can understand and relate to that. But what makes glass such an ideal container is that it is magically neutral, like clear quartz. You can cleanse it and charge it without any worry of it affecting your energy. Plastic, for many witches, has no magical significance. It’s not going to influence your magic, and honestly it can be cleansed just like glass.

So if you’re a new witch browsing through spices and herbs, feeling a bit dejected because the glass jar herbs are two to three times more expensive than the plastic containers, go for the plastic. Remember to recycle the containers, of course, but there is no reason magic should require you to spend an arm and a leg.

Sorry, couldn’t resist the pic after that… FMA fans get what I mean…

Crystals are even more of a source for contention when it comes to man-made objects. But what bothers me here is the fact that some crystals - especially citrine - are lab grown a good majority of the time. This is because the citrine we often find in crystal shops and metaphysical stores are vibrantly colored when naturally occurring citrine crystals are a lot less vibrant most of the time. Many witches also warn against dyed crystals for the same reason that “it has less power.”

Honestly, lab-grown crystals have many of the same properties as their natural counterparts. The only thing they lack (aside from the high prices of natural crystal) is the thousands of years worth of growing time in the earth’s crust. But I personally don’t see this as too much of a problem because this gives you a crystal which is a little more flexible and can be nurtured by the witch to realize its potential.

Where I see the danger in lab-grown and dyed crystals is if the witch is being scammed. Seeing that lovely piece of turquoise and buying it only to realize that it’s a different stone entirely, dyed to look like turquoise. Or when the witch is told that a crystal is naturally vibrant in color when it has been dyed, forcing her to spend her other arm and leg just to buy it.

What I’m getting at in this rant is that if you’re a new witch or a witch who’s trying not to spend all of her money, you should not feel railroaded into buying expensive materials. I have on my altar a citrine crystal that I know is most certainly dyed. I spent less than $5 on him because I felt that was a reasonable price for him. I have a piece of amethyst whose coloration is a bit drab and brown. That natural coloration makes her rather beautiful, but doesn’t make her any more powerful than the other amethyst I have whose color is a deep purple which I know to be enhanced by dyes.

In my pantry and cupboard, I keep a lot of spices in plastic containers and tins. Yes, some of them are in glass, but only when I know I can afford them or if there aren’t any alternatives. I use these spices in spells and cooking both, and feel no difference in energy between the two.

One of my coworkers who has an interest in crystal healing once said it rather perfectly. “It’s just a rock. It’s not going to do anything by itself. You have to give it the energy. You have to program it and direct it. So it doesn’t matter if it’s natural or not.”

Our crystals do have voices. They do interact with us. But it is up to us to direct energy into, through and from them.

Now, am I bashing the more expensive alternatives? Not at all. I have a lot of glass jars that I’ve collected over the years, and I have quite a few crystals that are a bit higher up on the price range than I usually spend. I’d be quite the hypocrite if I were bashing them. My ultimate point is that if you can’t drop that much money, then don’t. Work with what you have, or with alternatives which speak to you. I’d love to work with peridot, but because I don’t have the money to drop on it, I’ll stick to quartz, moonstone, and salt. There are always options. Don’t let yourself be limited!

Blessed Be! )O(

Two Hearts

Summary: A sleepless pyrokinetic steals his heart before dawn. He’s pretty sure that he’s got a shot at happiness this time.

Word Count: 782

A/N: I may or may not have listened to Sweet Creature while writing this. (This is also one of the longest things I’ve ever written and I’m actually proud of it) AND I reached 517 followers so thank you everyone!

He turns a page from The Great Gatsby, a book that Sam has suggested awhile back because It’s a damn classic and he’s “way to old to miss it” apparently. With Bucky wide awake, it’s hard to ignore the sound of light footsteps coming from the dark hallway.

There’s light coming from the end of the living room and he doesn’t expect to see Y/N knowing that he’s usually the only one who’s awake at this time of the night— so he decides that he doesn’t want to spend the evening alone. Y/N’s eyes are laid on the skyscrapers, the colors of red, green and yellow flashing below her. The shuffling from behind distracts her, seeing Bucky walk his way to the terrace carrying a bottle of water in one hand.

“Do you mind?” He asks, pointing to the empty space beside her.

“No, not at all. Go ahead.” Her voice is soft, hair tied to a loose ponytail with the wind blowing right through it. She hugs her knees to her chest and he hands her the drink. Y/N stares at it for awhile before he chuckles and asks her if she’d want to take a sip, she politely rejects his offer and Bucky nods his head.

“I’ve never seen you out here before.” Y/N gives him a confused look. “In the middle of the night, I mean.”

She lets out a long sigh. “The sleeping pills hasn’t been working for me lately.”

The two barely had a conversation from the moment Bruce brought Y/N to the compound. It never bothered him as nothing but a few “good mornings” were spoken. However, with Y/N by his side, there are a lot of unanswered questions in his mind. She fascinated him and he loved it.

“What is it that you do? What brought you here?” Y/N was taken aback. She never openly talked about her childhood apart from the first time she met Bruce because for some reason, he just knew. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.“ 

“It’s not that, it's—” She pauses, frowning to herself as the memories start to fill her brain once more. “My dad. He treated me as an experiment rather than his own daughter.”

“It didn’t work out at first.” She continues. “I almost burned the whole lab down.” A small flame appears on the tip of her finger, smoke beginning to fill the air. Y/N hasn’t fully accepted that part of her yet but she’s getting there.

“There’s nothing great about it, to be honest.” 

Bucky shrugs his shoulders as silence consume them. ”I think it’s pretty cool.“ He states, she looks away for awhile and smiles. Like, really smiles with her eyes brightening up. “Thank you.” Her voice no higher than a whisper.

“Tell me about yourself, James.” Bucky scrunches his nose at the use of his first name, a laugh escaping Y/N’s lips as she crosses her arms. “Well, what do you want to know?” He mimics her actions with a smirk planting on his face.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter, the whirring and honking of cars in the city, ten minutes turn into an hour and suddenly, it’s three in the morning with Y/N fast asleep on his shoulder. Bucky glances down on her with tight lips.

She keeps him relaxed in ways he doesn’t know.

He carries Y/N to her room, aware of her uneasy position on the wooden bench. Bucky makes a mental note to clean up the shattered ashtray first thing tomorrow, accidentally breaking it while attempting to place his arms around her. 

Morning comes with Nat, Clint, and Sam having a chat at the dining table. “You and Y/N, Barnes?” Sam asks when he walks in the room, pouring a splash of milk in his coffee at the same time. Bucky’s eyes widen, almost dropping the paper bag filled with shards of glass in his hands. “What?” He stutters.

“Y’all woke me up from my damn sleep last night.”

Clint’s mouth opens in shock and Nat wriggles her eyebrows. “Doing what?” She hums.

“Don’t start, Natalia.”

“You fallin’ for the dame, Buck?”

Bucky groans when Steve joins in. “We were just talking.”

His best friend gives him a pat on the back, desperately trying to hold back a smile. “You didn’t answer my question.”

After what happened last night amidst two hearts, he’s pretty sure that he’s got a shot at happiness this time.



alright so i know i ought to take a break for the sake of my own health at this point (and by health i mean skincare cause yall give me acne) but i’m terrible at shutting up. so one last thing:

the fact that the majority of you seem to think that me speaking out against the bullshit and micro-aggressive behavior black girls like me have to face in this fandom is simply more ammo to ‘defend yourself against’ in this stupid ship war is truly hilarious, but also infuriating.

me saying that kallura is not the worst thing in the world is me defending ALLURA, my favorite character in this show, first and foremost.

princess allura is a black girl character unlike one i have ever seen in mainstream media before.

~ i go into detail about that here and this same topic was even discussed in a ‘black girl nerds’ article here 

but anyone who knows me, and follows my other sideblog fuckin knows that i’d been hoping to see keith and lance be happy boyfriends in a wholesome and romantic relationship on screen since before this fandom could decide on a ship name for them. i’m fuckin GAY, you weirdos. no duh i understand how groundbreaking klance being canon would be. it’d mean the sun and the moon to non-straight people of color everywhere, including my own damn self.

but the fact is that this fandom took the wonderful concept that is “klance” and perverted it and toxified it AND have been using faux progressive arguments to use this ship as a reason to shit on allura — who again, is a character that means a lot to black and brown girls in this fandom for myriads of reasons. so yes, fuck all of you from the bottom of my gay black girl heart 💞 !!

and i don’t speak for any other black girl but myself, so if you’re mad about this perspective take it up with me, you cowards. don’t bother any other black girls in this fandom, my inbox is open.

kallura may never be canon. who fuckin knows. who fuckin cares. neither will some of the few truly wholesome ships in this hell fandom like hunk x keith or hunk x lance or nyma x shay. does it really fuckin matter? as long as the ship isn’t normalizing abuse or pedophilia, let people ship what they want. god.

and no, kallura is not toxic, you guys can’t even decide why you hate it. and that’s exactly what this post is about.

i defend kallura occasionally on this blog solely because this is an ALLURA BLOG. and kallura is the one ship involving allura that actually has some potential to happen on screen. if you want to reduce everything i say as me participating in your dumbass ship war, then go ahead. i couldn’t spare one fuck.

anyway. popular anti-kallura arguments and my response to them all under the cut. all in one tidy text post for easy consumption — screencaps included cause i’m a perfectionist and i want all my posts to look nice ^^

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Is anyone else confused as to why Peters bedroom looks so completely different in that clip than it did in Civil War? It’s bothering me a lot more than it should be

I try to not have too many problems with y/oi but honestly, responses like worrying about fictional ships and comparing them to real-life atrocities that cannot possibly exist in y/oi’s universe make me so irritated.

And it didn’t invent food, clothing, figure skating, sports, or whatever else the fandom has claimed. 

It was an okay show, and I enjoyed the ride, and I took away a few characters I really liked from it, but damn does its fandom need to just… stop inserting itself where it absolutely does not belong.

Also, despite the fact that I made gifs of Yurio’s exhibition skate, I find the shirt riding up so high you can see his entire torso to be extremely tasteless manservice on the part of the animators. It’s beautifully animated skating of my favorite character from this show, I’ll take what I can get. I hope the rest of the program is a bit more tasteful but still well-animated (unlike much of the skating through the original run of the series - I know the Blu-Rays have cleaned up some of the programs and I’m glad). 

But he’s a kid, and nothing in his previous characterization says that he sees himself as exuding overt sexuality the way Chris and Victor do. That sequence doesn’t serve any purpose other than to make fangirls scream about the fact that he’s basically shirtless. I like Yurio, please don’t fuck with his characterization just for manservice shots. (And yes, he’s underage and that makes this a whole other level of uncomfortable because I have zero interest in seeing an adolescent be presented primarily as a sexual object rather than a person, but the fact that I think it’s pointlessly out of character just so there can be fanservice is what primarily bothers me.)



omg appa bear would probably feel so bad about himself, thinking that he’s not doing enough for his s/o and this lonely feeling is all his fault, but he wouldn’t say or show it to don’t bother the person and would just cuddle his jagiya as much as he can, saying how much he loves her/him and that he always will be there

“I love you so much, you know Jagi?”

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx


Like Shownu, Hoseok would feel sad and didn’t show it but not because he's thinking that’s his fault maybe a little bit, but because he love his s/o so much that her/him pain is his pain too, no matter if he understand or not. He would try a lot of kisses and much more time together to make the person feel better

“Let me kiss you in the middle of the street. I don’t care if others will see!!”

Originally posted by kihn

it’s a baby but you got the idea 


I think he could get so worried so sad and so nervous, all at the same time and not even try to hide this things. He would get a little desperate without knowing what to do to make his s/o feel better, but hanging out all the time with friends and members, also calling out of the blue just to say “hi I’m thinking about you” and asking friends to do the same could be a thing ACTUALLY I THINK HE COULD MOBILIZE THE WHOLE CITY JUST FOR THIS 

“Hey baby, I’m calling just to say that you are the love of my life, have a good day!”

Originally posted by wonhomed


Kihyun is known as omma for some reasons, and get worried but calm at the same time could be one of them. He would make some questions to have sure if it’s just a momentary feeling or something who have bother the person for a while. but regardless of what he finds out he would pass a lot of confidence for his s/o, smiling and saying things to make her/him feel better every time they are together

“You feel like this just now?… Every time you feel like that remember that me and your loved ones will be with you forever”

Originally posted by mcnstax


He could get this very serious or not, depending on the situation. If in a normal conversation his s/o say something like that he would probably just go for her/him house for some netflix and chills, and assume the thing as done. But if he realizes that is something more deep, a overprotective Hyungwon would appear, staying with the s/o as much as he can and even when he can’t and not letting anyone say anything that could barely make the person feel sad, also asking for the members to stay with the person when it’s possible

“I’ll be there right away, no matter what”

Originally posted by babywoon


Hella worried and confused Jooheon. At first he wouldn’t know very well what to do for the s/o, or even what that means and would probably say basic things like “everyone is here with you” “I’ll always be by your side”, but even if the s/o tells him it’s alright, it will take a long time for him to forget it. He could start to pass more time with her/him and make a hundred different types of aegyo when around the person and say cute things all the time

“Hey Jagiya come here let me show you something cool”

Originally posted by kihqun


He could be the one who understand the most that feeling, understanding that be lonely and feel lonely are different things, and become sad for his s/o having to pass through this kind of feeling. Even if he’s shy he would try a lot more PDA with his s/o, also saying very clear that she/he should say to him every time she/him feel this way, and promising that he’ll try everything he can to make this change

“You can talk with me about this whenever you want”

Originally posted by mykeem

thanks for read! ~Annie

anonymous asked:

Hi! Just wanted to say that I see ace discourse and negativity so often on my dashboard and that I often have to unfollow many "good, lgbt-positive" blogs because of it and it's just getting so exhausting sometimes, and also I'm glad that there's someone like you, great aroace artist, cuz you're a great inspiration and bring lots of ace positivity! Also I wanted to ask for your opinion, do you think ace people belong to the lgbt community? I know it's big discourse so I never know how to answer

good to hear! I try to keep my blog all-around positive but especially with lgbt stuff.

For the longest time, I was pretty ambivalent to the whole “ace people in the lgbt+ community” discourse, because both sides have valid reasons. But recently I’ve been doing some thinking and I think I’ve decided that, yes, ace and aro people are lgbt. 

I think what bothers me most is that one of the main arguments to keep asexuals out of the lgbt community is that asexuals aren’t having sex, so the sexual lgbt history doesn’t apply to them. Except many aces do or want to have sex. If someone says they are asexual, ALL that tells you is that they have a lack of sexual attraction. Unless that individual tells you, you know NOTHING about their sexual activity, their sexual preferences, how positive or negative they are towards sex, or their romantic attraction. And they don’t have to tell you.

Nobody should ever be required to disclose any personal information, especially anything of sexual nature, in order to “prove” they’re lgbt enough.

So I’m like kicking myself for this but like…I hecked up. 

I’m gonna be redacting a post and doing a redo because it bothers me so much. I put it up on the archive blog tho so it will still be accessible. 

{Here’s the post on the archive blog just so you know}

And a more detailed explanation as why I want to redo that ask below:

I’m sure lots of people aren’t as worried about this as I am but ehhh it’s bothering me so I figured I’d make a post about it. So a little while ago I published this ask and for some reason when I posted it it didn’t sit right with me. After sitting on it I realized why exactly that was. Basically the ask goes against the lore I originally set up for the blog and kind of makes for poor story-telling I guess?

1. When Daily was first introduced to the Cryptons after V2′s death, Len actually hated her and I…embarrassingly totally forgot about this fact while making this ask. I sorta had more in mind how he acts towards her when he does eventually befriend her. 

2. Daily and Len’s relationship iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis a little more complicated. Idk if anyone remembers but I created a Mikulen shipping blog a few months back and it was indeed supposed to be the muses of this blog. (It’s gone now lol you can bug me about it on my mod blog if you really want) BUT I kind of want to keep them being together for a little while as part of the lore. Basically while I’m sure Daily would hide her true feelings about the ordeal, I feel that this post being the way it is might just confuse people when her true feelings are exposed as she gives no visual indication of feeling anything else. 

Okay, that’s it really!! I’m trying to be more conscientious of how my work is viewed and read so I can get better at character development and storytelling! I’ll post the redone update as soon as I can.Thanks for reading this if you did!

Have a great day and a bonus Meeku:

smowkie  asked:

Hi again. Sorry to bother with another question when you haven't even had the chance to answer my first one, but this bothers me a lot and I will write about it in the future so I want to be able to make it right. If a person is unconscious for say 3 days, reason not relevant (magic, post apoc with no medical personell available etc), and they're not at a hospital with catheters and stuff, what happens with the body waste? Like, will they pee themselves? Poop? Thank you for an amazing blog! ♥

Content Warning: This is messy, gross, stinky, shitty, and describes very graphic and uncomfortable things happening to people, including animal predation.

Some are theoretical. Some are things I’ve seen.

So here’s an unfortunate, uncomfortable truth. Anyone who is unconscious for more than a few hours will, indeed, void their bladder onto themselves. And when the time comes to poop, they will, in fact, poop. These things happen even when someone is conscious but unable to move, whether that’s from physical confinement or from orthopedic issue.

And they’ll stay there. The ugly truth is that we find people in this state all the time. They reek of the acrid urine smell of piss, the foul, feculent stench of shit.

If they’re exposed–specifically outdoors–that waste will draw bugs. Flies, dung beetles, ants, whatever’s around that could find a tasty snack.

Rodents also aren’t out of the question. Lots of things find flesh tasty, and an undefended human might get nibbles from rats, mice, various birds – carrion birds aren’t out of the question. Raccoons and squirrels may not be above predation of an unconscious human, not to mention wolves, wild dogs, and any other carnivores you can think of. Eyes are juicy targets, especially for birds.

Another effect you’ll have to consider is hydration. A character who’s unconscious cannot drink, and probably shouldn’t have anything put in their mouth (if we don’t know about their ability to swallow – it depends on the level of unconsciousness, if that makes any sense). Three days won’t be lethally dehydrating, but it’s probably pretty nasty for the person when they wake up.

Assuming they still have their eyeballs, because, well, see above.

I hope this gave you something to think about!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


Here’s the thing about Anne With an E. Yes, it’s different. Yes they modernized a lot of things. And yes there probably were political reasons behind some of the changes. But none of that really bothers me because at the end of the day, it’s a beautifully made series that does honor the books. I don’t believe adaptations have to be perfect representations to be beautiful in their own right. The wonderful thing about literature is that it’s timeless. It means different things to different people. In the same way that we can pay homage to a work of art or piece of music by remixing/updating it, can’t we also do that to a book? What I love most about the series is Anne’s optimism, her relationship with Matthew & Marilla and (of course) Gilbert, and all that is unaffected by the changes. 

A lot of kids in my school are starting to get involved with fidgeting toys. Unfortunately, they’ve kinda ruined the privilege of letting people use them. For some reason, the spinners have became a fad, and everyone is jumping on the bandwagon and buying one. They like to drop them a lot and sometimes they fly across the room. One hit a laptop the other day so a teacher banned fidgets all together. Which really ticks me off, because those who’ve only used them because everyone else has them have ruined it for people like me, who will pick their fingers so much their hands bleed all over the laptops.

I’ve started to think about selling my own DIY fidgets in my school. They’re really cheap to make, they don’t bother people, and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t cause issues in the classroom.

Pt 2: Percy/Annabeth Swap

(Part 1 can be found here)

  • When the girl wakes up, Percy shows her around and tries to help explain everything to her
  • She’s called Annabeth, and Percy soon finds out she’s…strong-willed, and they end up clashing every five minutes
  • Luckily, otherwise Annabeth seems to settle into camp reasonably well
  • Percy soon realises she’s seriously clever, and she develops a strategy that helps them win a game of Capture the Flag
  • It’s around about then when Annabeth gets claimed by Athena
  • It turns out Athena wants Annabeth to go on a quest to solve the recent lightning thief dispute that’s arisen, and Annabeth’s just as keen because she wants to rescue her father
  • Percy’s accused of being the thief, what with being a son of Poseidon and all, and also due to the fact that there was a Camp Half-Blood trip to Olympus last solstice
  • So of course he begs Chiron to let him go on the quest
  • “It’s Annabeth’s choice, Percy, she’s leader of the quest,” Chiron says gently
  • “Well, if she really is the Wise Girl she says she is, she should choose me! I want to help!”
  • Annabeth blushes at that. “Fine, you can come… as long as you promise not to be too much of a Seaweed Brain”
  • Annabeth jokes about it, but she’s grateful for Percy’s experience, especially considering how good he is with a dagger, and at using his demigod powers
  • Percy, Grover and her make a pretty good team
  • Luke wishes them luck when they leave, and it’s immediately clear that Annabeth has a crush on Luke
  • For some reason, that bothers Percy
  • They become a lot closer on the quest, and Percy realises Annabeth maybe isn’t so annoying as he first thought she was
  • Yeah, she’s stubborn and can be arrogant, but she’s also resourceful and she cares a lot
  • Grover rolls his eyes whenever they start bickering though, which is a lot
  • The quest is difficult, but they make it through it, and they succeed, they return the lightning bolt to Zeus and come back to camp as heroes, and Grover goes off on his search for Pan
  • It’s what comes after that’s the hard part
  • When Luke asks Annabeth to go on a walk before she leaves Camp for the year, she agrees, blinded by her schoolgirl crush
  • She barely survives the scorpion attack. It turns out Kronos wants Annabeth out of the picture, because while Percy is key to the prophecy, and he needs him if he wants Percy to raze Olympus, Annabeth is a threat
  • Percy doesn’t believe it for a few days, because there’s surely no way Luke, the guy who rescued him when he was a kid, who showed him how to be a hero, is working for Kronos…
  • …But deep inside he knows it’s true: Luke betrayed them
  • He’s angry, so, so angry
  • He spends a lot of time by Thalia’s tree, just sitting there and thinking, and there’s not much anyone can say to console him, not even Chiron, who knows Percy so well
  • After a few days, when Annabeth finally wakes up and recovers from the scorpion attack, Percy is finally woken out of his daze
  • Annabeth leaves camp to return to her family, her school for the year, and she hugs Percy goodbye
  • She makes him promise to keep in contact, and Percy realises how devastated he would have been if Annabeth had died
  • After seeing what Luke did to her, he becomes determined
  • That’s the day he put down the dagger Luke gave him, and vowed not to use it ever again
  • The next day, he starts training with a sword his father gifted to him in the night
  • It is the weapon Percy swears to fight Kronos and Luke with
  • The sword’s name is Riptide
  • (Update: Part 3 can be found here)
Sick Warren
  • Always tries to play it down
    • Two days later he’s flat on his ass and is undeniably sick
  • Biggest complaint is that he’s hot
    • You keep a cool bottle of water by his bed and make him sleep with a bed sheet; blankets are too thick!
    • Usually can’t wear more than boxers and a white tee
      • Yes, sometimes even the tee has to come off
  • Very cranky because he can’t find a comfortable way to lay down on top of burning up
  • Helping him with cool showers
  • He becomes the pickiest eater 
    • The usual stuff he likes makes him sick at the thought of it
    • Strict soup and crackers diet
  • He asks you to stay the night more than usual
    • He won’t admit it’s bc he likes how you take care of him
    • Uses some typical flirty reason as an excuse
      • “As if you could get enough of me…”
      • “I know how much of a good time I am to be around; it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me, babe.”
    • He’s too weak to even think about flying
    • Hell he can barely get out of bed
    • You massage his back a lot because he gets sore moving his wings for every day purposes
      • Also the easiest way to put him to sleep when he’s sick
  • He tries to bother you as little as possible
    • Not to be a gentleman but bc he doesn’t want you to see him so weak
    • If you didn’t know that and check on him yourself you’d know he’d be passed out on a floor somewhere
  • You tease him just a little with baby talk while you take care of him
    • You know he hates it but you think it’s hilarious
    • You just think he’s adorable when he’s all sick and needy, the complete opposite of his regular, healthy self
      • The second he’s better he shows you just how much of a baby he is with some rough sex
  • He
    • HATES
      • medicine!!
      • Is a complete baby when it comes to taking it
      • You have to hold his nose and force him to drink cough syrup and rush to give him something a drink to mask the flavor after
  • “Not gonna lie, I’d probably be dead if you weren’t here…”
ACOWAR, Mor’s Sexuality, and Representation

warning: this post is pretty positive but since I know some people have been upset over the discussion of Mor’s sexuality I just want anyone reading to know that this isn’t an entirely positive post. 

So I’d first like to start off by saying that representation is NOT one size fits all. What I feel represents me, as a bisexul woman, well, does not necessarily represent all bisexuals. There is no monolith for bi experience. We do not all feel the same way about things, and so similarly, we are not all going to feel the same way about Morrigan. And that’s okay. It’s inescapable. Especially given that this is Sarah’s first prominent LGBT+ character and she is new to writing their story arcs. 

That being said, I really, truly connected to parts of what Mor said during her coming out scene. How she feels…is part of how I feel currently. And…I haven’t gotten that in a book before. So before anyone comes at me telling me that SJM fucked this all up entirely, note that this is a story that I have really connected with. And that is what representation is all about. I know a few other bi girls who feel similarly. But I know there are also bi girls who don’t feel represented by Mor’s story. And that’s okay. My blog is a safe space for ALL of your Mor is bi feels, good or bad. 

But notice that I refer to her as bisexual. I’m going to keep doing so. The fandom seems confused on how to label her sexuality, but it’s concerning to me that we can have a character who has expressed sexual attraction to both men and women and followed through on it be labeled as a lesbian? I mean not that that label is bad or anything, just that irl bisexuals are always being told they must like one more than the other. By straight people and the gay community. Like lets not marginalize bi girls for legitimately enjoying sex with both genders. And just because Mor “prefers female” does not mean she isn’t bi. Yes, in some instances she did sleep with males in order to appear straight. But she also says, flat out, that she enjoys sex with both males and females. So yes, part of this does have to do with compulsory heterosexuality, something I’ve certainly felt before, but it also has to do with Mor just…liking sex with both genders. And let’s not erase that aspect of her queer identity. 

I’ll say that a large part of why I feel represented by Mor is that SJM gets the whole “blurred lines” aspect of bisexuality (at least in my experience) completely correct. The feeling of being unsure, the feeling of not knowing what you prefer sexually and romantically, of feeling like you have to present one way in order to be validated by a particular community…those are all things I have experienced. They are real parts of the bisexual experience. Mor preferring women romantically but still finding pleasure in men, it’s completely realistic. And rarely do I see that represented in bisexual stories. Many bi characters are presented as half and half. And that’s…not how it works friends. So Maas got that aspect of Mor’s story completely correct. 

(side note: please please don’t use my connection to Mor’s story as a way to scream that SJM GOT IT RIGHT because there are still some legitimate issues here and not everyone in the LGBT+ community thinks she got it right and my opinion does not represent everyone’s opinion.)

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We’d been in a long distance relationship for 8 and a half months. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love him. We had planned our lives out together, how we’d get married, the name of our first daughter. He made me see the good in the world. Then he started pushing me away, he didn’t care when I was upset and he’d much rather talk or game with other people than spend time with me. The fact that he didn’t care when I broke up with him hurt me a lot because it was hell for me. I knew he was going through stuff but so am I, not that he bothered ask. We were so perfect in the beginning, I don’t know what happened. He’ll forever be the boy who saved me and I don’t regret anything. I just wish things had worked out differently. Fate brought us together for a reason and I feel it’s done its job. This was meant to happen. In some parallel universe, I know we end up together and we’re so happy. I guess fate decided this wasn’t our time; he wasn’t the one. I’m slowly learning to be okay with that, no matter how much it hurts.

Scary Shit I liked as a child and for some reason wasn’t scared by despite being afraid of the Gummi Bears.

1: Jumanji (at age 8)
2: Watership Down (age 4 or 5)
3: Animals of Farthing Wood (age 5)
4: Elisa getting shot in the Gargoyles cartoon (age 7)
5: Goosebumps (me age 8)
6: Mufasa dying (age 7)
7: The Secret Garden movie (age 6)
8: THe Neverending story (Nor sure how old I was when I saw it but around the same age as the others)
9: The Pink Elephants scene in Dumbo. (Also around this age or whatever)
10: The entirety of Pinocchio. Including the Donkey scene. (again young age or something)