Can we please appreciate how Keith’s first reaction to the cop approaching and Kaltenecker taking a high speed turn is to protectively frame his friends?? Like, he looks 2 seconds away from squishing Pidge and Lance together in a hug and I think that’s beautiful
Off the back of my first post regarding Space Dad Kolivan have some headcannons/ideas/random stuff!!
Lance narrating: “Funnily enough, the deadliest of us is also the dadliest”
Hunk slips while pulling food out of the oven, Kolivan catches the food in one hand and Hunk in the other.
He likes to throw Pidge. Straight up at dubious heights, across the room, behind the enemy’s lines during a battle as some kind of flanking maneuver. He’ll just pick her up and toss her bc he can
He’ll actively and noticeably censor himself in the paladins’ presence.
Always manages to land a perfectly centered slap on the back of Lance’s head as situationally required
He’s legit the “I’m everywhere” dad
He has a Dad Chair on the castle, even when he’s not there it’s left for him
T H E T H E R M O S T A T
He’s like a reverse gremlin, little inconsequential fixes that took the back-burner are suddenly being done and no one knows how or who by until Coran catches Kolivan adjusting something and he’s just like “it helps me think”
Kolivan insists on cooking a traditional Galra meal bc Kieth needs to taste his heritage
He’s a fab cook and Galra cooking is bae
Kolivan is very proud of himself and gladly teaches Hunk the recipes
He can drive and park any vehicle perfectly on the first try regardess of whether or not he has prior experience with said vehicle
He even once managed to drift into a flawless parallel park during a high speed escape
Can turn any situation or funny story into a Valuable Life Lesson
“Alright paladins, we’re going to do this clearly dangerous and highly risky thing in a needlessly complex yet still over-simplified way”
Creative in the most unusually creative way.
*explosion* the team comes running in to see Kolivan crouching with his back to the blast, looking badass. Kolivan stands up revealing a previously completely hidden Pidge, not a hair out of place
*is holding a baby, baby screams in delight* A MIGHTY WARRIORS CRY
Highkey protective af
Totally chill with Pidge climbing all over him, he doesn’t even notice the extra weight
One time Hunk found them in the bridge doing some modifications together and took a picture bc it was too cute
Kolivan was standing, leaning on the control panel doing things while Pidge was perched on his shoulders with her laptop on the top of his head, typing
They were both so hyper-focused that neither noticed Hunk quietly squeeing
He can and will fall asleep anywhere
but will wake up and be totally alert in 0.3 sec if he needs to catch someone/something
One time Kieth was standing on the kitchen counter looking for food on the top shelves bc he’s the second shortest person and he stepped back too far but Kolivan just reached out and pushed him back into a standing position without even looking up from his reading
The Nimitz-class aircraft carrier USS Abraham Lincoln (CVN 72) conducting high-speed turn drills during sea trials on May 11, 2017. Abraham Lincoln is underway after successfully completing its mid-life refueling and complex overhaul and will spend several days conducting sea trials, a comprehensive test of many of the ship’s key systems and technologies.
Merman Yurio, the Russian Catfish Punk!….or Fairy.
Yuri was born with very tiny and round-ish fins, earning him a cutesy look, but as a result he wasn’t able to swim very fast. He has very agile, being able to perform sharp evasions, but his swimming speed was slower than the average for his age. This scenario as reversed after his First Change, in which his fins suffered a growth spurt and turned sharper, allowing him to reach very high speeds. His scales turned a golden color, and he also got dark stripes, a trait inherited from his mother.
His tail is of the ‘speed’ type, common among racers, but his interest isn’t in racing, but in water dancing instead.
He has a pet eel named Potya. Potya is usually seen swimming between his arms or very close to his body. The eel tends to ignore anyone that isn’t Yuri or his grandfather, Nikolai.
Yuri has a high metabolism, which prevents him from building fat in his tail to warm him up during winter. Because of that, his grandfather usually makes him capes out of animals’ skins to help him retain warmth during winter. His tail is quite thin in diameter, and while it lacks in strength, it allows him to swim fast enough to avoid most sources of harm. It is also very handy during water swimming competitions, since he’s able to do quick and fluid moves.
Most people who know Bitty know that he looks alot like his mother
But most people who know Bitty do not know that he looks like his father too
So some of his cousins from his fraternal side share shockingly similar facial features with him
His favourite cousins are the three kids of his dad’s sister, who married a Brit, thus the kids are influenced by both cultures
The eldest is a boy two year older than Bits, and he is the Big Brother Who Has To Take Care All of His Ridiculous Siblings (his name is Michael)
The other two are actually twins, the elder a girl (Beth) and the younger a boy (Cason)
“Listen to me, baby bro” “You are literally only 10 mins older than me” “I’m still your big sister”
Anyway, the three kids + Bitty all have the same eyes, while Beth & Bits are especially alike. Like, of course they don’t look the same, (eg Beth has curly red hair), but they remind other people of each other
They grew up with Bitty back in Georgia, but all three opted to go to university in England because 1) half of their family is there, and 2) tuition fee is way cheaper in England
from eldest to youngest: Michael - Bits - Beth - Cason
Part of why Bitty got his mother hen tendencies is because he got to look after the twins, even though they are only around 1 yr younger than him; but boy they can cause trouble
But as you can imagine, Bitty misses them a lot. Beth did figure skating with him when they were younger and the twins were also on his high school’s co-ed hockey team
They are some of his only friends back in Georgia, even though none of them is in Georgia now
And the SMH met the wonderful cousins of Bitty’s during practice, of all times
It was year three, they were not due to be back to England for school yet so they drove up to Samwell to visit Bitty
They sneaked into Faber (I have no idea whether watching team practice is allowed or even possible or not, probably should try to fact check this later)
Ransom, skating at high speed, turned just enough to see three people, all with the same huge brown Bambi eyes as Bitty’s, standing near the rails and grinning at them
And one of them, a boy, is blond
He did a double take and promptly crashed into Holster
Bitty finally noticed their existence and (very excitedly) skated over to say hi, while the rest of SMH was like “wth is going on”
“We brought you peaches!” “Aw thanks sweetheart”
The blond kid aka Cason, got introduced by his sister as, “and this elongated version of Bits here is Cason, my little brother”
“I’m feeling so much love right now”
meanwhile, Michael told Bits, with mock solemnity, “Eric, I am immensely honoured and touched that you are here with me to face this craziness. Time flies by and my dear siblings have not even budged an inch - how unfortunate”
Because they had guests, Ransom and Holster decided to host a party (semi-Kegster - Private version?)
Obviously they had a good time. The SMH crew had an amazing time chatting with the siblings in order to obtain precious chirp material and even blackmail material
Y’know how usually the people grew up with you/ being close with you for many years naturally know a lot about you, including things that you yourself don’t even remember, right?
Apparently Bitty once faceplanted into a pie because he was so tired after hockey practice and baking
“Does that count as a fine if Bitty is the one who wrecks a pie???”
“Y’all are losing your pie privileges”
Oh and Bitty has already come out to them. Due to their cultural background and senses, Bitty knew that they were very likely to accept him but he was still so scared as they were very important to him
They welcomed him with open arms, of course. “Thank you for telling us. And we won’t say anything to anyone without your consent. We are always in your corner, mate”
They heard Eric talking about his bf with so much love and they are so happy for him
They did meet Jack (over Skype) during their visit, and Jack was his awkward self at first, but the hyper twins could do anything and soon they were exchanging embarrassing stories about Bitty
“Bless your chirpy little hearts”
Just, although there are so many uncertainties, and Bitty is so afraid of the outcome of coming out to his family, he always knows that at least part of his family will always be in his corner, even though they are far, far away and cannot do much other than verbal support
So, I wanted to tell you guys about vampires and their origins.
It is safe to say that the most popular vampire in the world is Count Dracula (or, like, Edward, but that’s just pop culture). We all know his story and how he is tied to Transylvania, which can lead to a conclusion that that is where the myths about vampires are from.
Since I am from Serbia and I love my culture, I am here to tell you the true origins and first myths about vampires, which have spread across the world and changed a lot ever since.
Note: Here I will be talking about the most common vampire myths and not those originating from Africa and Asia, since they are entirely different beliefs, entirely different origns and entirely different stories.
The first myths about vampires come from Slavs and their beliefs.
“A vampire, especially on Balkan and in Ukraine, is considered a ghost of a dead person or a corpse which has revived. It was revived by an evil spirit or the devil; it is a decedent whose soul cannot pass to the other world, instead it stays trapped in the dead body.” ~Slavic Mythology, Nenad Gajić
The word “вампир” (vampir), meaning “vampire” (obviously) originates from Serbian language and it has spread worldwide, starting from the rest of the Slavic languages.
About vampires it has been written in the Emperor Dušan’s Code (1349) in the 20th clause, without naming them.
Soon after that, there was a story about a Serbian haiduk (loosely translated: rebel/brigand) called Arnold Paole (many think that this is an incorrect name and that the real one is Arnaut Pavle, where the first name isn’t a name at all and is actually a title). He claimed that he had encountered a vampire while he was serving in the army of the Otoman Empire. After his death, some residents of his village claimed that they have seen Arnold as an apparition. Soon after, the four people who had claimed this have died a mysterious death.
Other mentions of vampires include a book by Milovan Glišić called 90 Years Later, which tells a supposedly true story about Sava Savanović, one of the first vampires in literature.
After that mentions of vampires have only increased. For example, in 1923. Belgrade’s newspaper Time published an article about Paja Tomić, who has supposedly became a vampire.
Other than these, there have been many similar stories about people who have became vampires.
According to Slavs, how does one become a vampire?
The interest thing is that in Slavic mythology the belief that the bite of a vampire turns you into one does not exist.
So, if not by biting, how does one become a vampire?
Slavic superstitions about funerals and burying the deceased are tightly connceted to the beliefs about vampirism. Examples include:
If an animal jumps/walks over the corpse or if a bird or a bat flies over it, the corpse can revive
If someone’s shadow falls on the corpse, it can revive
If a person walks/jumps over the grave
within the 40 days following someone’s funeral, the deceased can revive (it is also believed that if after these 40 days the person does not revive, they probably will not become a vampire in the future; this is connected to the belief that it takes a sould 40 days to pass onto the other world)
If a person succeeds in killing a vampire and if the vampire’s blood splashes them in the proccess, they become a vampire after they die
If any of the above is to happen, the revived starts to crawl out of their grave during the night, they choke people and drink their blood. When this happens, a crack appears on their grave through which they crawl in and out.
It is also believed that people who have sinned are most likely to become vampires.
Abilities, behaviour and appearance
“According to this South Slavic belief, in this critical period (refering to the 40 days) the vampire can be seen as a shadow or cannot be seen at all, but he has the ability to turn into the animal which has jumped over his grave. Then he feeds on human blood, but also animal blood. His habitat is the cemetery, where he always returns when the sun starts to rise. If the vampire isn’t destroyed in the first 40 days of his “life”, he will, from the blood he has drank during the previous nights’ roamings, become so strong that he won’t need to go back to his grave in a long time. Then, he can also be seen at crossroads, in mills or in the houses of his closest relatives, where he stays for a long time.
Usually vampires are middle-aged people, mostly men. They have sharp canines and long nails, since their teeth, hair and nails keep growing even after death […] They are stronger than ordinary men, they can move at high speed, turn into different animals, cross any obstacle “except for water and throns.’’”
~Slavic Mythology, Nenad Gajić
Furthermore, some myths say that a vampire sometimes wisits his widowed wife and can have children with her. These children don’t have a shadow, have less bones than the norm and a large head. They have the ability to find, see and kill a vampire.
Protection and prevention
Slavs prefered prevention to protection, but, according to them, there are ways to protect yoursef from a vampire.
First of all, to discover a vampire, a horse can be brought near the grave, since horses can sense vampires. Also, ash or dirst can be spread near the grave where later footsteps will be seen, if the vampire crawls out of the grave. Also, if the grave is dug out and the corpse turns out to not be rotten, its eyes are wide open and its hair and nails haven’t stopped growing, this means that the corpse has revived and is a vampire.
How is this vampire destroyed? It has to be dug out, stabbed with a stake and thrown into the flames.
As for the methods of prevention, they include:
burying a corpse face down
cutting off limbs or the head
sliting the tendoms under the knees
stabbing a hawthorn’s peg into the forhead
When it comes to methods of protection, this is where the Slavis beliefs meet today’s myths:
a (pre-Christian) cross painted on the door of a house
So, there you have it! Slavic myths, based on my personal research. Please take into consideration that all of this had to be translated from Serbian, somwhere even adapted, and I am only an amateur.
What I mean:
Why in the actual fuck would Seto Kaiba, a Duel Monsters genius, activate "High Speed Aria" during Yugi's turn when no monsters were on the field? If he had waited until his next turn to activate the trap, he would have won! It isn't like Kaiba to make such a foolish mistake. And what was his face-down card anyway? Could he have actually stopped Dark Magician's attack? If he could, then why didn't he? That smile makes me think he could have stopped it, but chose not to! What the hell, Kaiba?! Was this explained in the original Japanese version at all?! I JUST WANT KAIBA TO BEAT YUGI FOR A CHANGE!
It was the last
game of the season. Hufflepuff vs.
Slytherin. Somehow Hufflepuff had
managed to nab second place so far, with only Slytherin ahead of them, mostly
thanks to the new set of chasers on Slytherin’s team, and the new seeker on
Hufflepuff’s. Slytherin was only
seventy points ahead of Hufflepuff – meaning that if the Hufflepuff seeker
caught the snitch first, they’d win the Quidditch Cup for the first time in
new seeker, was alternating between slightly obnoxious overconfidence and
crippling self doubt from all the pressure.
She was a tall and slim fifth year, but she packed quite a punch and had
proven herself to be an excellent seeker.
She’d caught the snitch in only a few minutes during the Ravenclaw game,
with the Ravenclaw seeker looking on in horrified shock as she rose into the
air with it clutched in her palm. When
they’d played Gryffindor, she’d managed to win a lengthy race across the pitch
against the Gryffindor seeker, grabbing for it at the same second. Her fingers had closed around the snitch, his
closing around her clenched fist instead.
She smiled at the memory, remembering how the Gryffindor seeker had
cursed and dived off in a huff, leaving her to do a victory lap around the
pitch with her cheering team.
Dean was shaking. He had been, in a lowkey way, trembling since Cas drove the blade through Billie’s chest. He understood completely why Cas had done what he did, but he couldn’t help but think there were serious repercussions on the way.
He stared blankly ahead, watching street lamps and signs fly by outside the rain splattered windows. Sam was leaning back in the passenger seat and, judging by the way his head kept flopping around every time Mary took a high speed turn, his baby brother was likely sound asleep.
Dean felt some relief at that. If Sam was sleeping, that meant he felt comfortable enough to do so. He felt safe. If Sam felt safe, maybe Dean could stand down. Maybe he could relax a bit himself.
Watching Mary watch the road, he wondered where she’d gotten that intense focus. God knows he’d seen that expression in the mirror a few times. She drove like him; sure, determined, and more than a little too fast.
Beside him, Cas stared out the window into the night. Something was up with Cas. That had been obvious before he so efficiently exterminated Billie.
“Cas?” Dean whispered, so low that he didn’t think Mary heard him.
Cas turned from the window and looked back at Dean, his eyes wide and sorrowful in the dim light coming from the dashboard.
“You ok?” Dean murmured.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Cas quietly rumbled.
Dean cocked a wry grin at his friend, reaching across the seat to take his fingers in his own. Cas glanced down at their joined hands, and the ghost of smile tilted the corners of his mouth.
“Let’s just be not ok together then,” Dean suggested softly.
Cas nodded and tightened his grip on Dean’s hand. As Dean felt his body finally start to relax, felt the trembling finally subside, he caught his Mother’s eyes in the rear view mirror.
There was no judgement there, just acceptance and a mother’s love.
Dean relaxed fully into the seat and let his head drift over to Cas’s shoulder. He followed his brother into peaceful sleep.
Robbie had been deep in his lair, working on one of his latest inventions when his speakers just about exploded with shrieks. He nearly dropped the tool he was using, one hand gripping his heart. The moment the shock wore off, a deep scowl formed on his face. He stormed towards the periscope, hell bent on figuring out the reason for that irritating noise. While he didn’t find the brats all that annoying lately, even he had his limits.
“Five DesRon12 destroyers make formation S-turns in Iron Bottom Sound, off Guadalcanal. Savo Island is in the distance. They were returning from one of their raids on Rabaul in February 1944, and executed the high-speed turns as a salute to the three ships of the squadron that had been sunk in the vicinity of Iron Bottom Sound. This had become a custom whenever DesRon12 ships passed Savo Island after a successful raid against the Japanese.”
Okay, today was absolutely terrifying, I’m not even going to lie.
But! It was an amazing experience, seeing industry professionals seem genuinely “on board” and somewhat impressed with Plundersail (as an alpha). To quote one particular phase… “You’re all at a very good place right now”
So, yeah. I’m very happy to have our presentations completed, and although it’s only been a short time, I feel like my public speaking, clarity, and confidence in what I create has skyrocketed through this process, I truly cannot explain how amazing it has been so far.
So you’re still here? Oh.. Okay, um, let me find something for you-
~ Summary: You’re best friends with Murphy so when Bellamy banishes him you go and look for him, causing you to get kidnapped and tortured by the Grounders and then left in the woods only for Bellamy to find you and apologize and admit his feelings to you.
~ Warnings: Little bit of violence
As you tip toed through the camp you slowly reached the wall where a few kids stood on top of it, less then normal since it was in between shifts and dinner time so everyone was running late to their post so they could eat. Which was a blessing for you since you now had the darkness to cover you and less eyes to worry about as you headed for a hole in the fence right below their feet. But as you were throwing your bag threw the hole you heard a familiar voice behind you calling your name.
“Hey Monty, what can I help you with?” you asked as you stood quickly and turned around to look at the boy who noticed how fast you had risen, realizing you were hiding something. As he stepped around to see what you were hiding you quickly copied his movement to block his view.
“What are you doing (Y/N)?” Monty asked you with a smirk as he lightly pushed you aside with a laugh, only for his smile to fade once he saw the back pack half way shoved out the hole just big enough for you to fit through. “Are you insane?” he whisper/yelled at you as he spun around holding your bag filled with clothes, food, and water. “I know you are upset about Murphy but running away isn’t going to help him, you are going to get yourself killed at most!"
"He’s my best friend, I can’t just let him be stranded out there with nothing but the clothes on his back, I need to find him and know that he is okay. Please Monty, don’t tell anyone. I’ll be back by nightfall tomorrow, even if I don’t find him I’ll come back and try again another time, I promise you.” You said, pleading pretty much. You could see Monty’s anger flickering away and him starting to cave.
“Fine! But if you are not back before the sun falls tomorrow I’m telling everyone, even Bellamy and you know how he can get when people go behind his back.” Monty said as you hugged him quickly and mumbled a few thank yous as you shoved your bag threw the little hole, Monty holding the flimsy metal up for you to crawl out of.
“Yeah, he can be a dick like he always is.” you said as you crawled fully out and threw the backpack on and started to walk away from the camp, as fast as possible for you only had twenty four hours to find Murphy and return to the camp.
You had been walking all night and the sun was starting to shine and you were loosing the darkness, suddenly becoming an open target for any Grounders arrows. And only after an hour of the sun being up you felt as though you were being followed but you just thought it was in your head for you had stopped multiple times and never saw anyone or heard anything. So you just shrugged it off and kept walking until you reached a body of water surrounded by bright green grass that went all the way up to your knees, tickling your finger tips. The grass closest to the water had a muddy base and a good amount had already fallen into the water, causing the water to have a mucky brown color to it. But you still bent down to wash your face and saw the water was still, meaning there was no current, and that it was a lake. So cupping your hands together you caused a rippled in the water and brought the brownish water to your face and splashed it on. You did that a few times until you couldn’t feel the sweat dripping down your forehead. As you stood up and wiped your face with your sleeve you were hit right across the face, causing you to fall to the side of the muddy river and slip right in, even with your nails dug as deep into the mud as possible.
Dazed from what just happened all you could feel was water eating you whole as black spots flashed in and out of your sight. Before the water could weigh you down to the bottom of the lake a hand reached down and grabbed you, throwing back onto the grass. Letting out a few coughs off water you quickly grabbed onto your bag and pulled out a knife as you spun on the ground, knocking the Grounder down and then trying to stab him but being so weak and slow from trying to save all your food and water for Murphy you ended up missing him as he rolled away and only grazed his arm. It only took him a second to stand back up and hit you hard over the back of the head with the blunt end of his larger knife, causing you to pass out. From there on out you felt as if you were in a dream that was filled with pain. You came in and out of passing out from the pain of the torture that the Grounders inflicted upon you. But once they realized you were no use for them they dropped you in the middle of the forest to let you bleed out. For you had slices all over your stomach, right above your chest, your thighs, all over your arms, long streaks across your back, and small slashes across your cheek bones, right eyebrow, upper lip, both cheeks, and one long one across your forehead, and the newest of them all was the one slicing right across from your forehead, over your left eye and down to your cheek.
You were unsure of how long you were taken but you knew that you were long past twenty-four hours, meaning Monty had told everyone, giving you a chance to be found. But as the daylight left and the night fell the chances became slim to none for everyone stops looking at night if they know what is best for them. Slowly you became less hopeful and started to understand if you were not found, even though you were scared of dying alone in the woods by yourself you had decided you rather die there then in front of a bunch of Grounders who wanted nothing more then for you to die. So as the moon rose in the sky you started to feel tired as the pool of blood around you started to cause you to shiver. Closing your eyes you decided you were tired, and if you couldn’t die with your friends, then you would at least die under the moon and stars. But within a few seconds of your eyes being closed you heard your name being shouted from a distance. Unsure if there was actually someone there or you had lost so much blood you were starting to imagine things you called back anyways. You had nothing to loose.
“I’m here.” you said with a strained voice, barley making any noise for all you had been doing for the past few days was screaming in pain. “I’m here.” you said again, a little louder then a whisper like the last time. “I’m here.” you said in a raspy voice but it was starting to become what your normal voice would sound like. But soon the voice calling out to you started to become quieter, they were walking away from you. Taking a breath in, you started to crawl towards the voice that was walking away from you. But not even two crawls you were faced with a fallen tree, and there was no way you could get over that. So it was now or never. Taking a deep breath you yelled as loud as you could muster up. “I’m here!” you screamed, louder then you thought you could, killing your throat and causing you to slip from where you had been propped up on the tree, your blood making you slicker then before. As you laid there, unsure if the person had heard you, you finally let a tear slip from your eyes and run down and fall from the tip of your nose and hit the bloody grass. When suddenly you saw a shadow jump over you and the fallen tree at high speed and then turn quickly and slip down next to you on their knees.
“Oh my god, (Y/N), you’re going to be okay, just hang on.” you heard Bellamy say as you still laid on the ground and hearing tearing noises. Then one by one you started to feel pressure being applied over your cuts. “You’re going to be okay.” Bellamy kept replying over and over again just loud enough for you two to hear it as he kept tearing parts of his shirt off and wrapping them around your cuts. When he became frustrated with ripping it he took it off and turned you so he could see your back, causing you to let out a groan in pain. “I know, I know, I just need to see them.” Bellamy said and once he saw them he knew he didn’t have enough left to wrap on your cuts. Cursing under his breath he turned you around and into his arms. “I’m going to have to bring you back to camp with some of them still open, just stay with me okay?” he asked you as he held you close to him and jumped the log, running faster then you ever thought he could. Each time you would let out a whimper or groan Bellamy would look down at you worried and say sorry. But you passed out right out side of the gates as you waited for them to open them.
When you woke up you were in the drop ship on a hammock with all your wounds stitched up. As you looked around you saw Clarke’s back turned to you as she talked with Bellamy, who had his arm crossed over his chest, supporting his other arm that had his hand up by his mouth, he looked worried. At your feet you had Monty and Jasper sleeping with their arms and heads against them, and then Octavia leaning against the drop ship’s wall looking down at you. When she realized you were awake she automatically broke into a smile and came over and hugged you.
“Good to see you awake.” Octavia said as she let go of you, making it clear to everyone else who was awake to you were too. Clarke hugged you tightly and then Bellamy just stood behind her, unsure of what to do. Clarke caught on to the awkwardness and looked over at Octavia. “We’re going to leave you two alone, we’ll be right outside if you need us.” Octavia said as her and Clarke left in a rush, leaving you, Bellamy, and two sleeping idiots.
“You shouldn’t have left.” Bellamy said in a hard voice, causing you to get defensive.
“You shouldn’t have banished Murphy then.” you said, getting angry already.
“Why do you care so much about Murphy? He’s a criminal.” Bellamy said, taking a step closer to your bed.
“We all are! Look around, this whole camp is a bunch of people that the Ark felt like they wouldn’t be loosing anything if we all died. That is how I have always been looked at and Murphy was the first person who didn’t see me as expendable, he is my best friend, that is why I care about him! Why do you care so much if I care about him?” I asked Bellamy, getting angrier by the second.
“I don’t.” he said with a clenched jaw as he looked away.
“Yes you do! I know you do because you are-” and with that you were cut off by Bellamy taking a few quick steps to you, grabbing both sides of your face and bring his lips down to yours. It surprised you for a second, making you flinch away from him, but when Bellamy went to pull back afraid that he had gone to far you quickly grabbed the back of his neck and brought him down for another kiss. As he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours you couldn’t help but smile and let out a little laugh. “So you were jealous.” you said with a giggle, only making Bellamy roll his eyes with a small smile and kiss you again, a little harder for now he knew you were okay with it. And you would have kept going if you hadn’t been disturbed by dumb and dumber at your feet.
“Are we having a foursome because I’m all good with that, but only if I get to kiss (Y/N).” Jasper said, with Monty agreeing, only to have Bellamy chase them out of the drop ship.
Name: Ryota Shirogane (nicknamed “Star”) Stand: Walk On The Ocean Ability:
Automatically causes large bodies of water to “repel” the user, allowing him to stand on the surface as though it were solid(-ish).
User can choose to repel smaller amounts of water (like rain) away from his body at a high speed, turning them into projectiles. This only works on one body part at a time, and if there are pairs (hands, arms, legs, etc) both will repel simultaneously.
Background: Ryota is the former leader of a gang called Platinum Fists. After disbanding the group, he decided to embark on a roadtrip throughout the 48 states in the main body of the US. He is an extremely competent fighter and rarely relies on his Stand–partly because its ability is tricky to use and partly because it’s not very strong. The Stand itself is a bit sentient, if only to show interest in aquatic creatures. Personality: Strong-willed and kind overall. His gang was reputable for fighting crime, and they even got on friendly terms with the local police. Ryota is prone to helping orphans he sees on the streets, and used to take them under his wing. He’ll lend a hand to anyone who needs it.