how can you be so careless

anonymous asked:

How do u deal with someone who loves you so much you can feel and see it, but you have zero feelings for them. And even if you want to try to be with them but you know that you're not the right person for them cause you're just too careless dor a relationship. I talked but she still acts the same. It scares me how much love she gives me, i really done know what to do.

Personally I think if you really don’t have any feelings at all for the person I don’t think it’s a good idea to even try because that will only make the other person hopeful. I think you just have to be clear about your feelings, be a good friend and don’t send mixed signals. There is really not anything you can do about the person’s feelings and with time the other person will hopefully move on. If anyone got any experiences with this and want to share please leave a comment.

The types as meme songs
  • ISTJ: Never Gonna Give You Up
  • INTJ: We are Number One
  • ENFP: HEYYEYAAEYAAAEYAEYAA
  • ISFJ: Hotline Bling
  • ESTJ: Like a Boss
  • ENTP: Trololo
  • ISTP: Running in the 90's
  • INTP: Spooky Scary Skeletons
  • ENTJ: How bad can I be?
  • ESTP: All Star
  • INFP: All around me are familiar faces( Mad World)
  • ENFJ: A cruel angel's thesis ( Evangelion op)
  • ISFP: Nyan cat
  • ESFP: Careless Whisper
  • ESFJ: Seinfeld theme
  • INFJ: Roundabout ( Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)
10 Things I love about Expiration Date

#1.

This face. 

Legend says it only happens within a millisecond, but once you see it, it’s chilling. Like if this screenshot doesn’t describe the personality of Medic idk what else would, guys. Dude is so ready to scare the entire shit outta Scout. You can see it in his cold blue eyes. That boogeyman smirk. His evil (yet groomed) eyebrows. Y’all, this man holds so much unadulterated glee at witnessing the pain and suffering of others, so much madne–

–aaaand he’s back. Everything’s cool. Hey doc what the hell is that?

“TUMORS!” :Dc

k then

#2.

So originally I took this screenshot bc of Spy’s eyebrow and Heavy’s annoyed expression of being awoken from his slumber….

but then I proceeded to laugh my ass off bc I also happened to capture Sniper staring off into space while contemplating his existence in this universe.

(I’m sure this is a common occurrence with him. He’s probably the type of dude that wonders if pigeons have feelings.)

#3.

Still in the same room, only this time Spy has been gravely insulted by the Scoot.

But look at the others. They don’t seem too exasperated with Scout and his doodles of Spy. Maybe it’s because they also think this meeting is dumb, maybe it’s because they actually knew Scout was going to pull this prank, or maybe it’s because they too think The Eiffel Tower Having Sexual Congress With Spy is a hilarious joke.

Either way, it’s nice to see the other mercs genuinely smiling at Scout and his shenanigans. It’s better than the common fandom theme where Scout is The Worst and Everybody Hates Him.

No, the other old dudes know how to kid around too (even though it’s still at the Spy’s expense, oops)

Of course, whether the Pyro is smiling at him too is something we’ll never know. Personally I think he’s just eyeing up that bucket. Imagine how different this whole video would have gone if Pyro took the bucket instead of Soldier. 

Probably not so different actually.

#4.

This goes to show that Medic is not just a sadistic doctor. He’s a sadistic doctor that cares about his friends and smiles at them when he passes by.

It’s like when you’re walking down the hallway to class and you see your friend going to their class and you smile and nod to acknowledge their existence. It’s such a nice thing, and of all ppl Medic was the one who did that.

“Interesting.”


#5.

If there was a looping video of just Demoman and Sniper playing their instruments of choice I would pay to watch it forever. Also, how did they get there? Did Spy just yell “hey assholes who wants to help me create a romantic dinner mood so I can teach Scout how to talk to a girl” and Demo and Snipes were like “ok m8 no problem B)”

I know we’re already used to the fact that these boys are mad talented, but I still love the fact that their instruments aren’t what you would stereotype them to play based on their personality. 

The dude that’s paid to blow shit up can probably play Beethoven, and the Loner Guy that lives in a camper van probably knows the tune of Careless Whisper by heart. 

I love that.

#6.

Once again I take a screenshot in order to capture the character in the middle, only to lose my shit at the person standing at the far left.

Look at Medic’s face. Yes, I get it, in context this is a ridiculous situation. I mean the last line said before that was “I have done nothing but teleport bread for three days”. This is almost Saturday cartoon material here.

But still, look at his fucking face. I just…

MEIN FUCKING GOTT VHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU FUCK

#7.

Speaking of horrified reactions. 

Thank goodness I know what the context is in this clip because otherwise I would have assumed someone died, or Armageddon had arrived, or something else completely unimaginable happened and there’s nothing that can be done at all, ever.

But no, it’s just a mutant tentacle monster. And this is right before Heavy asks Medic to ubercharge him, because he’s metal af.

All jokes aside, though, the reason why I am putting so much emphasis on these little miliseconds of expression is because these characters are 3D animated, and a team of people sat in front of a computer rigging these facial features to move this way. Even though these moments happen for only a second, they are still very telling when you look at them up close.

Besides, Heavy doesn’t make this face very often (as far as we’ve seen) and it’s something worth remembering (amirite, Comic #6??)

#8.

Ok, lemme tell you guys a thing:

If I was fighting a giant-tentacle-whole-wheat-bread-monster and it hoisted my ass several feet into the air, only to fling me back to mother earth with all of it’s strength, I would stay on my fucking back for like five minutes trying to get breath back into my lungs and wondering why tf I even bothered to fight anyway.

THIS DUDE get’s knocked on his ass, arms and legs akimbo and everything, get’s back up mid-fucking-tumble while reaching for his blade, and charges back into the fight like nothing ever happened. 

Seriously, it’s one swift motion, like a damn nature show. You could watch the video again but you’d have to make sure not to blink because it happens so fast.

 And the amazing thing is that all the mercs (and Pauling too) have this insane ability of getting fucked, getting even more fucked, getting back up, and then getting back into the shitstorm with no hesitation. 

Then again, what’s what the Gravel Wars basically are right?

Shit, Administrator was right, these dudes are straight up Plutonium.


#9.

“Good news! We’re not dying! We are going to live FOREVER!”

Oh that Soldier, always giving a laugh. Honestly, though, the reason why I saved this was because I didn’t realize for a long time that the reason why he was able to jump in on the conversation was because he was eaten by the bread monster.

It makes sense, because last time we saw him he was being dragged while screaming something about teleporting bread. He was probably just laying there in the monster’s throat, getting ready to use a grenade, when suddenly boom went the bomb and he received visitors. All this time I never put two and two together that he was stuck inside the bread monster before Pauling and Scout made it cool. Shame on me. That’s definitely a Soldier thing to do.

(Also, you wanna know what a bread monster and Soldier have in common? They both have a talent of cockblocking Scout.)

#10.

And the final one.

There’s nothing like a family portrait. If the video froze at this point with credits I would have expected to hear a 90′s family sitcom jingle.

What a video.

How to spot a misleading graph (Vol.2)

A toothpaste brand claims their product will destroy more plaque than any product ever made. A politician tells you their plan will create the most jobs. We’re so used to hearing these kinds of exaggerations in advertising and politics that we might not even bat an eye.

But what about when the claim is accompanied by a graph? After all, a graph isn’t an opinion. It represents cold, hard numbers, and who can argue with those? Yet, as it turns out, there are plenty of ways graphs can mislead and outright manipulate. Here are some more things to look out for.

Our last post on reading graphs discussed how bar graphs can be manipulated to mislead you, but the scale can also be distorted along the x-axis, usually in line graphs showing something changing over time. This chart showing the rise in American unemployment from 2008 to 2010 manipulates the x-axis in two ways.

First of all, the scale is inconsistent, compressing the 15-month span after March 2009 to look shorter than the preceding six months. Using more consistent data points gives a different picture with job losses tapering off by the end of 2009. And if you wonder why they were increasing in the first place, the timeline starts immediately after the U.S.’s biggest financial collapse since the Great Depression.

These techniques are known as cherry picking. A time range can be carefully chosen to exclude the impact of a major event right outside it. And picking specific data points can hide important changes in between. Even when there’s nothing wrong with the graph itself, leaving out relevant data can give a misleading impression.

This chart of how many people watch the Super Bowl each year makes it look like the event’s popularity is exploding. But it’s not accounting for population growth. The ratings have actually held steady because while the number of football fans has increased, their share of overall viewership has not.

Finally, a graph can’t tell you much if you don’t know the full significance of what’s being presented. Both of the following graphs use the same ocean temperature data from the National Centers for Environmental Information. So why do they seem to give opposite impressions? The first graph plots the average annual ocean temperature from 1880 to 2016, making the change look insignificant. But in fact, a rise of even half a degree Celsius can cause massive ecological disruption. This is why the second graph, which show the average temperature variation each year, is far more significant.

When they’re used well, graphs can help us intuitively grasp complex data. But as visual software has enabled more usage of graphs throughout all media, it’s also made them easier to use in a careless or dishonest way. So the next time you see a graph, don’t be swayed by the lines and curves. Look at the labels, the numbers, the scale, and the context, and ask what story the picture is trying to tell. 

Check out Volume 1!

From the TED-Ed Lesson How to spot a misleading graph - Lea Gaslowitz

Animation by Mark Phillips

Mirror For The Sun - Part 7: The Grand Tetons

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 6 - Part 8 

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)

Word Count: 4501

Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.

Originally posted by annutystan

As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.

Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.

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Actual--Quartermaster’s 00Q rec list:

A collection of amazing works that deserve all the praise. Warnings are added to fics with major concerning aspects, however, be prepared for canon typical violence and sexual content in pretty much every fic– I mean, this is James Bond, he’d manage to get into a knife fight even in a coffee shop AU.

Quriosity by dr_girlfriend

Words: 80495  Chapters: 33/33

Bond finds himself increasingly curious about his enigmatic Quartermaster.

“Your prior hotel is no longer secure, I will direct you to a new location. Your luggage has already been transferred. A field agent and medic from the Diréction Générale de la Sécurité d'État will be waiting at the side entrance. I have cleared them both personally.” In contrast to his crisp dry English, Q’s pronunciation of the French words was fluid and flawless, the throaty tone of the fricatives sending a surprising jolt of awareness straight to Bond’s cock — all the more remarkable given his degree of blood loss.

“You’re wasted on Q-branch, you have the voice for a phone-sex call-in line.” The words slipped out of Bond’s mouth without forethought, although he had plenty of time to think in the sudden pause that came afterward and stretched on for endless moments. Bond hadn’t realized until now how Q was always there, with an immediate reply. In all their banter Q had never before been at a loss for words. Ever.

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I reread this fic at least once every few months, it’s that good. I have it saved in the pdfs on my phone for car rides and vacations. This fic stays so true to the characters, with everything from Q’s unceasing exasperation to Bond’s cheeky carelessness. The only bad thing I can say about it, is that it doesn’t follow my “Q is a Holmes brother” headcanon. Honestly, if you haven’t read this fic yet, it’s probably the one you’ve been looking for.

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Human Error by thejabberwock

Words: 86107   Chapters: 14/14

007 is the perfect assassin, an artificial intelligence with the ability to think for itself. Human emotions were never meant to be part of its programming, and Q was never meant to be anything more than its creator.

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Okay, this was so good, I had to contact the author (@bondsboffin) in the middle of it being written. I was going out of my mind. Bond is so complex and the style is just so intriguing. Honestly, this is the kind of fic that will make you roll on the floor in angst.

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Blue-Eyed Monster by Only_1_Truth

Words: 118362   Chapters: 23/23

Yes, this version of 007 was a terrifyingly smart agent, and M wondered long and often whether it had been a good idea to promote him to the position. Usually, the title was the dangerous part - being 007 meant deadliness - but this time, M feared that a certain man with ice-blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair had dragged in more danger to the title than it had previously possessed

Enter MI6’s new Quartermaster: an unassuming, bespectacled genius with no mind for subterfuge but plenty of genius behind a dry smile. Curious 00-agents and young boffins don’t always mix in predictable ways…

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This made me cry the first time I read it. Full of humorous chess games, dangerous double 0’s, and domestic (well, at least as close as possible to anyway) Bond. A wonderful Skyfall rewrite.

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Beautiful Creatures by 1MissMolly

Words: 63151  Chapters: 30/30

“You smell good,” Q’s drunk words were slurred and raspy.

“I’ve been told.” James smiled at the young man.

“Stay here, I want to snuggle.”

“What?”

“Snuggle, be my teddy bear.”

“What!? I could blackmail you for that comment.” James joked but Q was already snoring lightly. His arms still wrapped tight around James neck. The older man gave in, convincing himself it was only because Q wanted him there. James own wishes and desires were not pushing him to lay beside Benjamin. The reason he was here, he told himself over and over again, was to protect the quartermaster. His scent and angelic face had nothing to do with it. At least that what he tried to tell himself.

Bond discovers that his quartermaster is an omega, which would be fine, except someone is murdering the omegas that work for MI6.

Very slow build of coworkers to friends to something more. Working together to fight against the monsters in the dark.

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Warning: A/B/O fic. An extremely well done one at that. Despite the summary, Q can hold his own, which was awesome to read. A complex plot and amazing development, overall a great read.

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Brevity and Opulence by loveindirtytrenchcoats

Words: 7777   Chapters: 1/1

There’s no time to grab anything to defend himself with, because the first hinge on the door snaps open with a bang, and the second follows on the next hit. The door rips backwards, thrown to the floor by the same man Q had been in the ski lift with, who smiles menacingly and draws a knife from his jacket. The Quartermaster wonders how long it will take for James to realise he’s missing.

Before the henchman even gets in his first hit, Q knows it’ll be too late.

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Short and sweet, a fix-it fic for Spectre. The best fix-it fic I’ve read at that.

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The Love Song of James Bond by Fightyourdragon

Words: 103853   Chapters: 17/17

“Knowing your history, and adding to it the fact that I am not entirely unaffected by sharing a bed with you, I think it would be pointless to pretend that we are going to able to share this house for the next two weeks without fucking over every available surface.” Q smiles at the look of shock on James’ face. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting such a direct approach and Q presses on before he has a chance to recover. “However, when it happens it will happen on my terms.”

There was definitely a significant gap between the time Bond was breaking down over M’s death in the chapel to the time a confident Bond walked into Mallory’s office to accept his newest assignment. What, or more importantly, who, put him back together again? Basically, lots of porn with plot.

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Warning: BDSM. A majority of this fic is two idiots on an island, fucking and making friends with the old couple who own the local pub. It’s the most weirdly domestic thing I’ve ever read, and its beautiful.

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Bal-Chatri by Kryptaria

Words: 46402   Chapters: 14/14

Rising through the ranks at MI6 is enough to erode anyone’s ability to trust. The agents of the Double O program all take paranoia one step further, elevating it to an art form. But everyone needs one person to trust – even James Bond. Now, Q just has to figure out how to convince him of that.

Bal-Chatri: A versatile trap used to humanely catch all types of birds, including birds of prey.

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Warning: BDSM. Part of a three part series, and, honestly, it’s beautiful. Q is patient and kind, and together they work through Bond’s problems.

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Synchronicity by stereobone

Words: 7600   Chapters: 1/1

It goes on like that for months, and then Q realizes that James Bond is “hanging out” at his flat.

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Another short and sweet fic, and actually the softest thing I’ve ever read. James is just so gentle and Q treats him like he deserves. Good rainy day read.

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Return the Conquering Hero by 1MissMolly

Words: 41596  Chapters: 14/14

Bond and Trevelyan are sent in to rescue a mysterious hacker out of a corrupt prison. They don’t know who sent them in or how to get the young man out. But the longer they stay in the prison, the more Bond becomes attracted to the young hacker.

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Warning: major rape/non-con elements, but nothing truly horrid happens to our boys. Not the most satisfying ending but lovely nonetheless, one of those fics you wouldn’t mind a sequel to. Also, have I ever mentioned how much I love Alec Trevelyan being included? Because this pushes all those buttons.

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Redamancy by opalescentgold

Words: 80627   Chapters: 7/8

If you write something on your skin, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well.

James doesn’t quite fall in love over physics discussions and cheeky book quotes and coding and riddles inked onto his skin, but he comes close.

And then he actually meets Q.

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It’s not finished yet, I know. But, this fic is so good, I couldn’t put it down. I’m sure I read it in under two nights (that’s with a full time job and full time school). This fic highlights the true discrepancy in age between Bond and Q, and is a whole lot of angst at points, and it’s delightful.

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Distraction by Pasteles

Words: 269   Chapters: 1/1

James Bond is an impatient bastard.

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Putting this in here because my lovely @actual–007 wrote this for me, AND I OPENED IT WHILE I WAS AT CHURCH THANK YOU VERY MUCH. But, it’s lovely and so is she.

Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

Deadly Sins- Envy

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Reader’s jealous ex who despises Peter Parker for dating the Reader follows them after school. A turn of events happens when Peter’s girlfriend life is on the line.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL.Angst?

Word Count: 2,000

*A/N: I’m transitioning from Wattpad so this is how I type my fics.. Hope you guy’s like my writing style. I know most people do [Y/N] but I normally don’t but in the future I’ll try it :,) Pls don’t roast me /.\ I also tried making it long, sorry if it’s too long 0.0 Like I said I’m used to writing longer stuff..

One of the worst sins to have is Pride. Yet the most dangerous ones come from our inner turmoils. Envy can lead towards many other feelings causing you to do something you’ll regret. Jealousy causes you to feel like your body is on fire and you have to act immediately to set out the fire. Sometimes we can never settle the fire inside of us..

The fire was raging in Quarterback Mason Larson. It’s been ablaze since he had just been broken up with for low life Peter Parker. His girlfriend of two months ended it with him to be with that nerd. She claimed that Mason was too jealous for her liking. He was going to find out why she liked this Parker kid so much…

[Reader’s POV]

“You look different…. dating Penis Parker definitely has changed you” Mason seethes gripping on your wrist. You had one of Peter’s science shirts on cause it was like you had a piece of him whenever he’s away.

“Let go of me Mason,move on with your life!” you shout in protest trying to get your hand back. You just wanted to wait for Peter after school like a normal girlfriend. Yet you get bothered by your Envy filled Ex-Boyfrined.

“You’re my girl so no I won’t let you go” His voice raising causing people’s heads to turn. Great this jackass was going to cause a scene..

“Hey baby, there you are!” Peter’s voice catches your attention. Your eyes flicking in his direction. His eyes glance at your hand twitching in Mason’s tight grasp.

“Sorry I’m late, had to finish up with the group over the topics for the next competition” Peter swiftly twists Mason’s wrist and kicking his feet from under him. You let out a yelp when Mason’s nails scratch you. Peter immediately  catches you before you fall backwards on the ground.

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beauty   and   the   beast   /   starter   sentences.

all   these   starters   are   taken   from   the   broadway   musical   version   of   “beauty   and   the   beast”.   feel   free   to   change   the   pronouns   to   make   these   fit!

  • ‘ who could ever learn to love… a beast? ‘
  • ‘ bonjour! ‘
  • ‘ ev'ry morning just the same. ‘
  • ‘ and where are you off to, today? ‘
  • ‘ how is your fam'ly? ‘
  • ‘ i need six eggs! ‘
  • ‘ that’s too expensive! ‘
  • ‘ there must be more than this provincial life! ‘
  • ‘ you’re the greatest hunter in the whole world! ‘
  • ‘ no beast alive stands a chance against you. ‘
  • ‘ don’t i deserve the best? ‘
  • ‘ isn’t he dreamy? ‘
  • ‘ be still my heart. ‘
  • ‘ you call this bacon? ‘
  • ‘ do you think i’m…odd? ‘
  • ‘ where did you get an idea like that? ‘
  • ‘ it’s just that, well, people talk. ‘
  • ‘ i’m simply not like them. ‘
  • ‘ you are unique: crème de la crème. ‘
  • ‘ i’m on your side. ‘
  • ‘ there’s nothing clearer in my life. ‘
  • ‘ you make me proud. ‘
  • ‘ you’re never strange. ‘
  • ‘ don’t ever change. ‘
  • ‘ you’re all i got. ‘
  • ‘ on occasion, women can have their uses too. ‘
  • ‘ inconceivable! ‘
  • ‘ imagine that! ‘
  • ‘ we shall be a perfect pair. ‘
  • ‘ you are face to face with destiny! ‘
  • ‘ i just don’t deserve you! ‘
  • ‘ i want adventure in the great wide somewhere. ‘
  • ‘ is this home? ‘
  • ‘ is this where i should learn to be happy? ‘
  • ‘ never were words so true! ‘
  • ‘ i should stay here forever. ‘
  • ‘ am i here for a day or forever? ‘
  • ‘ cheer up, child. ‘
  • ‘ it will turn out alright in the end, you’ll see. ‘
  • ‘ i hope that we’ll be friends. ‘
  • ‘ who does she think she is? ‘
  • ‘ no one says “no” to [ name ]! ‘
  • ‘ dismissed! rejected! publicly humiliated! why, it’s more than i can bear. ‘
  • ‘ ev'ry guy here’d love to be you, [ name ]. ‘
  • ‘ there’s no man in town as admired as you. ‘
  • ‘ as a specimen, yes, i’m intimidating! ‘
  • ‘ ev'ry last inch of me’s covered with hair. ‘
  • ‘ i’m especially good at expectorating! ‘
  • ‘ i use antlers in all of my decorating! ‘
  • ‘ i’m afraid i’ve been thinking. ‘
  • ‘ how long must this go on? ‘
  • ‘ i simply made one careless wrong decision. ‘
  • ‘ be our guest! ‘
  • ‘ we only live to serve. ‘
  • ‘ get your worries off your chest. ‘
  • ‘ is it one lump or two? ‘
  • ‘ life is so unnerving. ‘
  • ‘ no passion could reach me. ‘
  • ‘ no lesson could teach me. ‘
  • ‘ if i can’t love her, then who? ‘
  • ‘ let the world be done with me. ‘
  • ‘ i wonder why i didn’t see it there before. ‘
  • ‘ i have something to show you. but first, you have to close your eyes. it’s a surprise! ‘
  • ‘ i’ve never seen so many books in my whole life! ‘
  • ‘ who’d have ever thought that this could be? ‘
  • ‘ you don’t know what you’re missing. ‘
  • ‘ well, bless my soul. ‘
  • ‘ well, who’d have known? ‘
  • ‘ i’ll tell you when you’re older. ‘
  • ‘ i know how it feels to be… different. ‘
  • ‘ would you have dinner with me tonight? ‘
  • ‘ do i make myself entirely clear? ‘
  • ‘ i love incarceration. ‘
  • ‘ it’s past your bedtime. good night, love. ‘
  • ‘ if i didn’t know better, i’d think you had feelings for this monster. ‘
  • ‘ it’s time to follow me. ‘
  • ‘ i won’t let you do this! ‘
  • ‘ try and stop us! ‘
  • ‘ i’m coming with you. ‘
  • ‘ i lost you once, i won’t lose you again! ‘
  • ‘ screw your courage to the sticking place! ‘
  • ‘ grab your sword! grab your bow! ‘
  • ‘ we don’t like what we don’t understand. ‘
  • ‘ you came back. ‘
  • ‘ maybe it’s better this way. ‘
  • ‘ no! don’t talk like that. ‘
  • ‘ at least i get to see you one last time. ‘
  • ‘ you’re my home. ‘
  • ‘ stay with me. ‘
  • ‘ i love you. ‘
BTS Accidentally Snaps at their S/o (Hyung Line)

Bts Reaction

Jin

“Y/n why..?” Jin sighed frustrated with you. Of course it wasn’t necessarily your fault, you didn’t intentionally mean for things to get this bad.

An old friend of yours had come to you in need of a place to stay. You being you, you allowed them and openly offered them your couch and some blankets. You didn’t think twice about anything, you especially didn’t think they would trash your apartment. Luckily nothing seemed to be stolen but things were scattered around the apartment either broken or thrown. Just the thought of picking up the mess seemed tiring to you.

“I didn’t think they would do this.” You admitted looking around your living room that now looked like a dump.

“How could you be so careless?” Jin sighed rubbing his face. 

“Jin I’m sorry, it’s not a big deal we can just clean up it doesn’t look like they stole anything-” 

“Damn it Y/n! What they did is a big deal stop being so optimistic.” Jin groaned out. His loud voice had thrown you off guard. He never snapped at you, your arguments were usually handled quietly so seeing this outburst scared you a bit. You looked at the ground quietly not wanting to upset him further and he must’ve seen than when you felt his arms wrap around your body bringing you into his chest.

“I’m so sorry for yelling Jagi, I just got scared they might have hurt you.”

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Min Yoongi

“I brought you some food~” You smiled walking into Yoongi’s studio with a bag of takeout in your hand and the other closing the door behind you. Yoongi still hadn’t heard you or decided not to hear you since his head was down and his hand was scribbling down lyrics quickly. You knew he was busy and concentrated but you tried to ease his stress as much as possible especially since the comeback was happening so soon. You pulled up a chair and sat beside him.

You sat the bag of takeout on your lap opening up the bag letting the aroma of food escape into the room filling your senses. 

“Do you want to eat now?” You asked not wanting to take out the food yet if Yoongi wasn’t ready to eat yet. He still didn’t answer you and continued to focus on his work.

“Yoongi?” You said quietly trying to get his attention. Still, he didn’t answer.

“Min Yoongi.” You said sternly now becoming frustrated.

“No, I don’t want to fucking eat!” He yelled out. You furrowed your brows at him and put the food on his desk.

“Well it’s there if you want it.” You stood up from your chair turning around about to walk towards the exit before your wrist was grabbed causing you to turn back around in surprise.

“I’m so sorry Y/n i’m just stressed out. I feel terrible.” He said bringing you into a hug.

Originally posted by syubangel


Jung Ho-seok

12:00

It was midnight. Hoseok had promised to be home my 10:00 and it was 2 hours past. You were worried and tried leaving messages but the calls went straight to voicemail. You had called the other members and they said he wasn’t at the dorm and most likely the studio. You were about to set off to see before you heard a click at the door and immediately rushed over.

“Hobi I was worried! why didn’t you text me?” You said rushing over to him and bringing him into a tight hug. You were extremely surprised when he threw your arms off of him and walked pasted you into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” You asked watching as he got himself a glass of water.

“Nothing.”

“Something is wrong. You need to tell me.” You said. He wasn’t acting like himself and you wanted to help.

“I said nothing! Stop pushing the damn subject!” He snapped slamming his hands against the counter top. You balled your hands into fists not wanting to snap back at him but you were becoming angry. You decided to bite back your tongue and leave him alone for now. You went into your room and laid down on the bed. Not long after the door opened and the bed dipped beside you.

“I’m so sorry for acting out, please forgive me.” He whispered in your ear laying beside you.

Originally posted by ssasuk-e


Namjoon

You knew Namjoon was stressed out as it is and loosing his hard drive with his songs on it didn’t help.

“Y/n I asked you to watch over that.’ Namjoon gripped at his hair. You knew he was frustrated with you and you couldn’t help but he frustrated with yourself as well. That was until you remembered something.

“Wait I remember you gave it to me and-” 

“Yes Y/n I know I gave it to you and you fucking lost it!” He shouted rising from his seat and pacing around angrily. 

“Hey I’m only trying to help calm down.”

“Well maybe I don’t want your fucking help anymore!” This hit you deep. You and Namjoon usually never said things that would hurt the other or bring each other down and the fact that he just said that made your heart ache. You nodded agreeing with him silently. You mumbled a small sorry before turning around to leave him alone.

“Ah Jagi I didn’t mean it come back please.” He said his voice softer now as he ran up to you with sad eyes.

“I was going to tell you I saved everything onto my laptop.” You mumbled to him and looked down at the floor. He sighed deeply bring you into his chest and laying his chin atop of your head.

“You’re a lifesaver I don’t know how I got you.”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

~Admin Nova

None Of Him No More

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Smut, Angst

Summary: When Namjoon stands you up on your anniversary dinner, you automatically seek out Jeon Jungkook, your fiancé employee, and your part-time lover, to work your frustrations out. But maybe Jungkook doesn’t feel like being the punching back in your twisted relationship with his boss anymore.

This is part of the 2k request list. You can check out the rest of the stories here.


You slam the door to your car, not caring if you break its hinges from the force, and stomp towards the opening of the garage, your angry and ungraceful gait in complete contrast with the elegant dress you wore and the dainty heels strapped to your feet.

“Namjoon! Namjoon!” You shout, walking in circles around the empty cavernous garage and calling out for your fiance.

“He’s not here.” A familiar voice informs you and you whip around in its direction, seeing Jungkook running a cloth over his shitty, DIYed car. He observes the fancy way you’re dressed, hair in a complex updo and body clad in a little a black dress. Namjoon must have stood you up. Again.

“Well, where is he?” You seethe.

“Fuck if I know,” Jungkook mutters and goes back to polishing his car.

“That bastard left me waiting for him in the restaurant for an hour. My family has been going to that restaurant for years. They all know me there. It’s a busy fucking restaurant and I kept stalling them. Telling them that my fiancé will be there any minute now. That he definitely won’t cancel without telling me. Do you know how humiliating that was? He won’t even answer his fucking phone.”

Jungkook only half-listens to your rant. He’s heard it a dozen times before. It was typical of his careless boss to promise you something and go back on his word. Jungkook just didn’t think he’d go so low as to ditch you on your anniversary. Fucking ungrateful hyung…

Giving up on your futile search, you turn your wrath towards the only victim in sight. “Is that piece of junk done yet?” You ask irritably, indicating the car he was busy polishing.

You can see a muscle pop up in his jaw at your choice of words. He’d spent a lot of time gathering parts and incorporating them into the car and fixing whatever glitches come up. Yet that doesn’t stop you from regarding it with distaste. After all, it was a piece of shit car and you’d offered to buy him a better one before.

No, you did get him another one. You even asked for all the specific things you heard him rave about countless of times before even though you couldn’t understand what they meant to save your life. You customized a car as close to his dream one as possible, and it was fucking expensive. You had to fight tooth and nail with your father to let you buy it because even though your family is filthy rich, that car still cost more than any other your family owned and it wasn’t even for you. But it didn’t matter, it was worth it to make your Jungkookie happy. You had it delivered to his house with you inside it, dressed up in a red dress and being the proverbial bow on top of his gift, knowing he had a thing for car sex and wanting to break in his gift. But what did he do when he saw it?

He rejected it. And He didn’t even fuck you.

Not only that but he got angry with you, striking up a meaningless fight then promptly marching back into his apartment and slamming the door in your face. You ended up with the car, and you made sure to always flaunt it in front of him, taking revenge on him for the way he spoke to you that day and taking delight in the way his eyes shone with longing every time you showed up with it.

“Yes.” He hums, not looking at you and that’s when you notice his weird demeanor. Normally, Jungkook would be all over you by now. With Namjoon absent and having pissed you off, you were all free for the taking. But there he was, polishing off his car for what must be the 3rd time since you got there, the anger and irritation radiating from his body palpable in the stale garage air.

“Well, why don’t we christen it then?” You stalk towards him. Whatever the reason for his gloomy aura is, you are determined to lift both your moods up. Jungkook finally looks at you, immediately feeling weak from the sultry look in your half-lidded eyes that has always brought him to his knees. But now he now steels himself against it, not willing to give in this time. You strut to the side of the car and pull open the backseat door, leaning against it and licking your lips slowly. “Why don’t you get inside, honey, and let me ride your pretty cock until you burst?”

It was tempting, almost too tempting. Jungkook could feel his cock already starting to harden just at the raspy tone you use to adorn your command and his legs ache to follow your order.

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Among the many, many reasons I like the idea of Lyra Erso as a rejected Jedi-hopeful relegated to the Jedi Engineering Corps is because it gives her a reason to know Saw Gerrera before the rise of the Empire.

Also, I just like imagining graduate student Lyra being assigned to answer all the inquiry transmissions received by the Corps. Most of them are boring—scientists across the galaxy double-checking their facts, senators or contractors requesting results of geological surveys, the occasional oddball request for treasure maps, or a list of which mineraloids are poisonous if ingested.

But one day, she gets an inquiry from a man on Onderon. And though he’s circumspect about it, it’s very clear to her that he’s talking about making chemical weapons. (The war against the Separatists has been raging for some time now. She’s only surprised it’s taken someone this long to ask.)

She opens a new transmission, and keys out:

Dear Master Gerrera,

Thank you for your inquiry to the Jedi Agricultural Corps, Engineering Division. The official uses of the cyanogen silicate compound known as “Sith’s breath” are limited to the construction of Celegian life support chambers, due to the compound’s extreme toxicity to most carbon-based sentient life. Additionally, the components are difficult to procure, and their synthesization without proper licensure under Galactic Republican Statute 1184.2-4 Aleph constitutes fraudulent business practices and illegal production of a controlled chemical compound.

The Jedi Order must warn you that should you pursue this course of action, it will have no choice but to enforce the law to the fullest extent of its authority.

On an unrelated note, baradium bisulfate is an accessible liquid compound, used frequently in mining. Unlike cyanogen silicate, it does not sublimate at 20°C, but it is highly unstable and a very small amount can do a surprising amount of damage. Several years ago, a careless engineering trainee did not calibrate a suspension field carefully, and leveled a small mountain.

Please do not hesitate to reach out if you have further questions.

May the Force be with you,
Lyra Inair, Geological Engineer, Jedi AgriCorps 

She expects that to be the last of it, and so she’s extremely surprised when he replies directly. Less surprised when she realizes he’s asking how one goes about constructing a suspension field. Possibly one that would destabilize with some sort of trigger or timer or maybe on impact…?

And they keep—writing one another. Even after she’s moved off the transmissions desk, to actual geological work. Rocks and weapon mechanics turn to small talk, turn to little details of their lives, turn to the Force and the Republic. He talks about his sister, about the warfront; she complains about the internal politics of the Corps and Galen (though he’s not Galen, yet, he’s just the handsome Republican engineer with cheekbones like sheered silicate). They argue theology, and justice, and violence. She cries for him, when his sister dies. They—are friends. 

Saw is the only one she tells, when she decides to turn her back on the Order. She is in love and Galen has friends in Coruscant, a prestigious job with an engineering guild—

Please do not stop writing me, she begs.

I will be here, Saw writes, if you ever need me.

anonymous asked:

I’m the anon who requested the rainy day kisses and you totally delivered the goods. :D Thank you!! I hope it’s okay that I send in another request because I really enjoy your scenarios. ^^ For the chocobros: post-game happy AU where everyone has a family and the bro has a heart-to-heart with their teenaged kid (for this request: a daughter for Gladio & Iggy, son for Prompto & Noct) who asked the bro about the moment they knew their s/o was ‘the one’. Thanks!

NOCTIS

Noctis walked into the training arena, watching his son warping from one end of the room to the other. He stood by the doorway, watching as Ferox panted, dropping his dagger to the ground with his hands on his knees.

“Giving up already?” Noctis called, and Ferox rose to his full height. At thirteen, he was almost as tall as his dad, stretching his back and allowing it to crack loudly before loosening up his shoulders.

“Mom said I should take combat training more seriously.”

Noctis snorted. “Sounds like something she would say.”

Ferox tried warping a few more times under his father’s supervision, but eventually gave up, collapsing in a heap on the ground with his arms and legs splayed out like a drunken starfish.

“This is too hard,” Ferox groaned, pinching his eyes shut. “I don’t get why she’s being so strict with me about this warping thing.”

Noctis came to sit down beside his son, nudging him until he sat upright. “Your mother has been through a lot in her past. She’s lost a lot of people, had to make sacrifices to save others. Warping is something that only those tied to the King’s magic can do. She knows that mastering it will keep you safe in the long run, so trust her on that.”

Ferox leaned his elbow on his knee, propping his chin up with his fist. “Is that how you met?” he asked.

Noctis shoved him lightly with his shoulder. “Maybe.” He sighed, remembering the day. “We’d met on the road one day. Magitek troopers had invaded the outpost we were visiting, and me and the guys decided to try and fight them off. But we were tired, careless. It had been a really long day. But then your mother came swooped in and basically took them all down single-handedly.”

Ferox’s mouth gaped. “Woah.”

Noctis nodded. “Yep. I knew then and there, as the dust settled, that I was in love with her.” He patted his son’s knee. “Enough resting. Wanna try again?”

“I guess I should,” Ferox conceded, rising to his feet. “Do you think Mom’ll spar with me if I ask her?”

“Hey,” Noctis teased, grabbing a pair of wooden swords from a bin. “You too good to spar with your old man?”

“You just said Mom was a better fighter,” Ferox countered, and yelped as Noctis took a playful whack at his shin.


PROMPTO

Solis was lounging on the couch, flipping through old photo albums. He had found one that was labelled with pictures from a little over twenty years ago. He blew his unruly blond hair, a feature he’d gotten from his father, out of his eyes as he opened the pages and scanned over the images.

The photos in the album were varied. Some were of scenery, some were taken during combat (Why, Dad. That’s definitely not a smart thing to do), and there were quite a few selfies that made Solis chuckle.

“Whatcha laughin’ at?” His father’s voice made him jump as Prompto sauntered into the room and plopped down next to his son.

“Just looking at old photos,” Solis shrugged, flipping to another page. “Oh, hey, look…it’s Mom.”

Solis saw his dad’s face soften as he looked at the photo of the two of you. It was one that Prompto hadn’t taken himself—it was a candid shot Noctis had snapped of you at the Vesperpool by the water. It was right around the time you’d met, and you were standing too close together to be just friends. Prompto thought back to that moment, and chuckled to himself.

“Whatcha laughin’ at?” Solis mimicked, causing Prompto to burst into a fit of giggles. Even at sixteen, Solis was the spitting image of his father. Same hair colour, same lanky build. But he had your eyes and your smile, which were Prompto’s favourite features.

“Just thinking about the moment I knew I wanted to marry your mom.”

Solis scrunched up his nose. “Dad, I don’t know if I want to hear that story.”

“Guess who’s gonna hear it anyway?” Prompto tousled Solis’ hair, much to his chagrin.

“Dad! I’m not five anymore!” he whined, but settled into the couch to listen to his father’s story. “Go on.”

“Your mom suggested one morning that we go take photos of the catoblepas,” Prompto pointed to a different photo, one that illustrated the creature. “She insisted on getting up close and personal with them. She figured it’d be better for the picture. So I’m set up with my tripod and my camera about five or six feet away, and she’s holding these mushrooms to get them to come closer.”

Prompto mimed the set up with his hands, and Solis nodded along the way.

“I was ready to take the shot, and she was posing, looking all cute. But then the catoblepas got so close. I yelled to warn her, but when she turned, she reached out her hand and pet the damn thing. And it actually nuzzled into her palm. Can you believe it?” Prompto sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. “A legendary creature, yielding to your mother. What a lady.”

Solis turned the page of the album and found the photo of you cozying up to the catoblepas. “One thing’s for sure,” he decided. “You’re both nuts.” He paused. “But I’m glad you found each other.”


GLADIO

Gladio knocked on Acacia’s door. Having a teenage daughter was not easy, and having a teenage daughter in full mood swings was enough to want to make Gladio pull his hair out. It reminded him of Iris when she was younger.

A muffled voice rang out. “Come in.”

Gladio opened the door to his raven-haired daughter lying face down on her bed, not even attempting to greet her father as he took a seat by her desk.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Acacia peeked an eye at him. “Nothing.”

Gladio folded his arms over his chest. “Didn’t sound like nothing according to Mom.”

Acacia sat up, apparently triggered by whatever Gladio had said, irritation clear as day on her features. “She’s just so over protective!” she huffed, hands balling into fists. “I just wanted to go away for the weekend, and she won’t let me because she said she doesn’t know who else is going.”

Gladio raised an eyebrow. “Seems like a decent enough reason to say no to me.”

Acacia groaned. “Not you too.”

He smirked at her, shaking his head. “Do you know the moment I realized your mom was the one?”

She blinked slowly. “I don’t see how this is relevant to what’s happening right now.”

Gladio continued. “When I was on the road with the guys, I met her. She was definitely too good for me. Way too smart, way too pretty. And for some reason, she gave me the time of day. After what happened in Lestallum and we lost Jared, she offered to stay and take care of Iris and Talcott until we got back.”

Acacia looked at her father expectantly.

“I knew then, when she decided to put her whole life on hold to make sure that my family stayed safe, the last remaining family I had, that she was it. She cared so much about these people that she barely knew, took them in like they were her own and kept them safe while the world fell apart around them. And now she’s trying to do that for you. She lost a lot of people in the ten years of darkness, sweetheart. Try and understand that she’s being protective of you because she doesn’t want to lose you, too.”

Acacia let out a sigh, slumping her shoulders. “I guess I owe Mom and apology.”

“Guess you do.”

She nodded and rose to her feet, slowly making her way to the door.

“If you want to go camping,” Gladio offered. “I’d be more than happy to take you.”

“Thanks Dad, but no,” Acacia replied, stepping into the hallway. “I’ve got better things to do.”

Gladio rolled his eyes. Yeah, he thought to himself. Just like Iris.


IGNIS

It wasn’t often that Ignis and his daughter got to spend a great deal of time together because of his duties at the palace and her school schedule, but he relished the moments they did get to share. They often cooked together, concocting new recipes side by side.

“How come Mom doesn’t cook?” Aurora asked, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth. “Is it because she can’t?”

“She’s not extraordinarily proficient, but she gets by,” Ignis stated, and Aurora marvelled at how skilled her father was with a knife even though he was blind. “Actually, it was our first evening in together when she decided to cook for me that I realized how much I loved her.”

“Aw! Dad!” Aurora gushed. “Tell me! I love these stories.”

Ignis chuckled and kept at the chopping.

“She’d planned this whole dinner for the two of us. She knew that I enjoyed the culinary arts, and wanted to give it a go herself. I told her that it wasn’t necessary to go through all the effort, but she informed me that I’d cooked for her on multiple occasions, so it was only fair.”

Ignis smiled to himself at the memory.

“She ended up burning everything.”

Aurora couldn’t help but laugh. “Dad! Why are you smiling? That’s terrible!”

Ignis could still smell the ruined dinner, the smoke coming from the oven and the shrill sound of the fire alarm beeping in the kitchen. He remembered the sound of your laugh, the sound of you swatting a broom at the alarm to get it to shut off, as it was just out of reach.

“She took such care to ensure that everything was perfect, but in the end, the meal being ruined hadn’t phased her spirit,” Ignis continued. “She ended up pulling out two servings of Cup Noodles, and we ate them together by candlelight.”

Aurora leaned her head against her father’s shoulder. “Dad, that’s so cute.”

“It was a special moment,” Ignis agreed. “I knew then that her resilience was something to be admired. I knew her before I was blind, as just a friend, and after I sustained my injury, she refused to leave my side. She’s always been more than I deserve, and she even gifted me with you.” Ignis reached out and wrapped an arm around Aurora’s shoulders, giving her a light squeeze.

“Love you, Dad,” she smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Ignis went to go stir a pot on the stove. “There is one thing you have in common with that night, come to think of it,” a mischievous lilt to his tone.

Aurora glanced over at Ignis. “Hm? What’s that?”

“Technically speaking, you were an accident as well.”

For a blind man, he was quite skilled at dodging flying spatulas.

anonymous asked:

Can I have a scenario for Bakugou, Shinsou and Todoroki finding their crush asleep while snuggling a piece of their clothing?

Bakugou is going to kick your ass. How the fuck could you just leave your door unlocked in the middle of the night? He closes the door and kicks off his shoes. You’re really fucking careless, but he guesses that’s why he’s there. Where are you anyway? You are supposed to have a movie night. He’s a little late, but he’s here, dammit. He even (grudgingly) bought the popcorn you so specifically requested. Bakugou drops the bag in the kitchen before heading to your bedroom. If you’re in here dicking around, he’s going to be pissed. If Bakugou is pissed, he’s going to beat your ass. If he beats your ass … well …

But you aren’t dicking around. When Bakugou opens the door, he finds you asleep on your bed with your face buried in something. It looks like … is that his hoodie? He wants to be pissed. That is his favorite hoodie (he was fucking looking for that). But he can only focus on the serenity in your sleeping face. You mutter something that sounds like his name as you rub your face against the his hoodie. His eye twitches as chest starts to feel tight. Bakugou shakes his head and walks out of your bedroom, closing the door with a gentleness that feels odd to him. He’d let you keep his hoodie, for now, because soon enough you won’t have to hold it for comfort. It’ll be him. He slips on his shoes and steps back out into the night.


Shinsou feels like shit as he kicks off his shoes at the door. He was supposed to hang out with his best friend. He was supposed to spend the night binging Netflix with you. He was absolutely not supposed to spend that much time training nor was he supposed to lose track of time. Shinsou runs his hand through his hair as he walks into the living room. The television is still on, casting a soft glow over your body snuggled on the couch. 

He is about to open his mouth to apologize when he notices the steady rising and falling of your chest. You are holding something. A shirt maybe. Or a hoodie. Shinsou stills, seeing the tattered sleeve of his black jacket. His jacket. You are nuzzling into the fabric, and he notes the wetness of your cheeks. Shinsou frowns as he looks down at your sleeping body. Did he really make you cry? Do you really miss him that much? He lifts you, taking your body into his arms and carrying you into your room. Shinsou gently places you down on your mattress. You shift but don’t loosen your grip on his jacket. He kisses your cheek before walking out and shutting your door. As Shinsou turns the television off, he makes up his mind. He will never make you cry again. 


Todoroki steps into your small apartment, shouldering his wet jacket off. You had texted him two hours ago when the stromy, gray clouds were still brewing off the horizon. No lights are on in the apartment. It’s almost as if your home in uninhabited, but Todoroki knows better. Lightning cracks, throwing shadows through the small window in the living room. The sky roars angrily as he moves down the hallways to your room. He should’ve been there for you. 

Todoroki walks into your dark bedroom. Light flashes outside and he sees your sleeping form on the bed, curled into a tight ball. He strides over to you and gently sits on the edge of your bed. You are clutching something, holding it to your chest dearly. His eyes widen. It’s one of his shirts. An old one that he must’ve carelessly left. Another flash illuminates the room. He sees your tearstained cheeks. You must’ve been so afraid. He should’ve been there. He is supposed to protect you. Todoroki climbs into bed with you. Instinctively, your hand latches onto his shirt. He brings you into his arms and kisses your forehead. You relax into his touch. Todoroki decides that he will always be there for you. You’ll never need to clutch his shirt again because he will be there. 

VLD Headcanons because everyone else is sharing theirs

-Lance has like long ass fingers. The ones that look like boney spider legs and are beautiful. He also has big feet and long toes with the second and third being longer than the big toe. He also has toe rings he once got a renaissance fair and never took off
-Keith has tiny little baby feet and hands(much like my own) and he used to paint all his nails black
-Hunk has giant square manly hands, the kind that one could go around your entire neck
-SHIRO HAS GIRL HANDS! Long, thin well taken care of hands (or hand i suppose). With clean well trimmed nails
-Shiro moisturizes like crazy
-“I don’t want wrinkly old man skin, Keith, like you’re gonna get if you don’t start.”
-Allura’s hands are callosed and a mix of Shiro and Lance’s
-Pidge also has baby hands, and her nails are always dirty or chewed to the roots
-No one has seen Coran without his gloves. Ever. It’s like Kakashi’s mask and the paladins keep trying to get him to take them off
-Keith loves the size difference between his and Lance’s hands and how his can easily dissapear into Lance’s
-Lance is still growing, like he’s gonna end up 6'4 I swear. Lance also likes to make fun of others for being tiny
-His older siblings used to make fun of him cuz he used to be pequeñito so when he comes back to earth he’s taller than most of them and he just cackles wickedly
-Keith’s a 2nd gen american. His grandparents are from Korea and moved to Texas and had his dad. So he has a lot of weird tastes in food like kimchi with pork and beans.
-the others discover this and are like ew what stop no. Why do you eat like that Keith plz
-then they discover how Keith’s dad married Shiro’s mom who is an immigrant from Japan anD SHIRO AND KEITH BOTH HAVE THE GROSSEST TASTE IN FOODS AND I CANT EVEN
- “SHIRO NOT YOU TOO!!”
-Hunk has the best tattoos that are of course a cutural thing, and some are stick and poke. So basically Hunk has a high ass pain tolerance and he woukd hold out the longest against torture just saying
-Lance has an entire back piece of beautiful sea serpent and he was a big ol baby about it, hunk held his hand the entire time
-he also got it without permission and when his mamá first saw it she fucking destroyed him (omg don’t mess with hispanic mothers trust me. Mine is terrifying)
-when Keith first saw his tattoo it was only a glimpse at his lower back and Keith thougHT LANCE HAD A TRAMP STAMP FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND IT BOTH DISGUSTED AND TURNED HIM ON
-Alteans have more than just their face marks and have stuff on their entire bodies(think atla air monk tattoos)
-Keith and Shiro have tight bubble butts I swear
-allura and lance love to squeeze them
-allura can lift shiro and hunk
-everyone can lift Lance even Pidge, he is a literal twig. Doesnt matter how tall he gets he’s still like 120 wet
-he takes advantage of this and makes everyone carry him
-Matt is so manly everyone thinks he’s this little baby nerd cuz he wears glasses but he is the most sporty little shit. He used to run marathons on earth
-he’s also a chicken shit and has the bravery of a nugget.
-Pidge has a fear of puppets/muppets
- Keith is literally fearless it’s stupid. He’ll walk straight into the line of fire and not blink. No one can sneak up on him and scare him (no matter how much Lance tries) however he is TERRIFIED of clowns. If faced with one today he’d still cry
-Shiro and Lance are scared of spiders. Only cuz i think it’s cute
-hunk isn’t scared of anything but he’s not careless like Keith. he’s really chill. However you can ALWAYS sneak up on him and scare him. He can see you or know you’re there but you make a boo noise and he still jumps
-Shiro Keith Hunk and Lance are all weebs. Kpop anime asian dramas manga all that jazz
-Pidge is disgusted that they’re surrounded by these nerds
-also Pidge is genderfluid so their gender depends on the day (boy, girl, nonbinary) so she doesnt really care what pronouns people use for her. Like they’re really chill and couldn’t care less. She also doesnt get hurt if people are ignorant or dont understand
-Lance is forever bi, Pidge is aroace, Allura and Hunk are pan, Keith is gay and demiromantic
-unlike a lot of people’s hc i think Keef is quite clean. He never forgets to shower or brush his teeth. Sometimes he brushes his teeth after each meal (habit from when our baby had braces)
-Keith had braces! His canines stuck out and were pretty prominant (hint at galra blood) and being Korean his dad was like bitch you’re getting those fixed u ugly
-Shiro made fun of him for literal years
-Last one: Shiro is a dick big brother 😂 he’s one of the ones that farts in the younger’s face. He gives Keith so much shit and then acts like a perfect angel in front of others so that no one ever believes Keith. However he slowly started not caring in front of the other paladins anD THEY WERE ALL SO CONFUSED.
-Shiro casually walks behind Keith as everyone is sitting down in the common room and gives him a wet willy. Everyone’s jaw drops as Keith screams at Shiro as he leaves the room laughing. Keith turns to the others is all “I TOLD YOU! AND YOU NEVER BELIEVED ME!”

Twisted Round My Heart

Finn Balor/Reader, with implied Demon Finn
Smut/Explicit; 1850 words

So, approximately five hundred years ago, anon requested possessive Finn being jealous of how some other guys react to your new gear. Sorry it took so long, anon, if you’re still around I hope you like it!

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You’re wearing your new ring gear for the first time, and you’re feeling good, backstage in the build up to Raw with a little more strut in your step, your shoulders back and your hips swinging as you walk. You’ve always worn relatively conservative gear when performing: tights and a simple crop top, but your character is transitioning to a more sultry persona, and you now have the outfit to match.

Your tights have been replaced with shorts, and yeah, they’re pretty short; low at the front and high enough at the back that the bottom of your ass cheeks are visible, and your top is as cleavage-heavy as it’s possible to be without causing problems with the PG rating of the show. You should feel more exposed, but the costume department at WWE are basically magic with the way they can construct gear that shows skin but keeps everything securely in place, so instead you’re perfectly at ease.

As you wander into catering, Sheamus and Cesaro are just exiting, and they both stop, staring at you in surprise, gazes roaming up and down your body. “Whoa,” Sheamus says, eyes wide. “Someone’s lookin’ mighty fine tonight.”

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miss politeness ❖ sehun

@sehuns-bubble-txe requestedPlease could you write a Sehun University AU fluffy smut? Like he finds it hard to focus on your study session because you look too good of something? I’ll be fine with anything you guys can work with 😊 I love your writings so far, great job 💕 ~Shazz xx


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1663 words | smut, semi-public sex, voyeurism, just a lot of sehun and idk why teacher baekhyun popped out | velvet

✎ Being in a relationship with a dickhead it’s not simple, but being in a relationship with a horndog is even worse. 


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Reiner's true aim and real family

Hello! Here I am talking about chapter 94 and what concerns me the most about the whole manga: my favourite characters and their relationship. When the images first came out, seeing little Bertl was nice, but also sad since we don’t have him in the present time. In the past, I spoke about how I would like this character to have a proper closure, and about how much I would like to see some reaction from the people that were close to him: Annie, but mosty Reiner (since she minds her own business al the time xD). By only seeing the images, I wasn’t able to realize how much important the dialogue between little Reiner and Bertolt was, so as the official translation was out, my feelings changed a lot.

Reiner’s main reason behind him becoming a warrior was to join his family back together, so he could live with both his parents. This is no more than a childish dream, something that every children would do anything to obtain if they could. He has no idea of what awaits for him on the other side of the Ocean, no idea of what he and Bertolt will be going though. Together.

Dreams like this can’t last long, especially when you share the hardest but ironically best times of your life with someone who has always been there for you.

“We’ll come back alive to our Hometown”

So, yea: I think Reiner’s real family became Bertolt in the end. Being him the only one to completely understand him and being him the only one who was always by his side, he was the one Reiner promised to come back with, the same person he is thinking about all the time as he steps off the train, reaching his long sought-after Hometown:

Gavi is using the same words Reiner used with Bertolt, and look at his dark face: he keeps that expression as Gavi hugs her proud parents, that call her “the best soldier in the army” (aka “best doughter”?), something he thought he wished to be long time ago, and that has no more value now.

Even if you just look at the images you can clearly note how Reiner acts cold towards everything around him, both people and the place. He could miss from 4 to 9 years, and he doesn’t even show enthusiasm in seeing his own mother, the very first reason why he has chosen the warrior path.

His real family is not there for him, this is why he acts like this. I’m pretty sure we are going to see some closure for Bertl very soon: it already started with this chapter.

P.S: Also, it seems he just remembered about his original aim here, like he completely forgot about it in the past years:

Side notes

I also want to point out two things:

1)

“You may not have to wait 13 years”

Of course Bertolt is talking about Reiner’s chance to become a warrior, but I find pretty ironic that he actually didn’t have to wait even a year, since his family was always beside him.


2)

Look at how Bertolt looks careless about the 13 years thing. His personal reason to become a warrior must not be connected to his family. He wouldn’t think like this if it was. So, I wonder if he had a family in the first place.

Well, Annie and Reiner became his own one in the end, that’s for sure!

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This post was mainly written for Bertolt fans, which doesn’t mean the others are not welcome: anyone can read and appreciate, but if you are particularly attached to Bertolt and wish for some closure I hope this can help you being positive :)

✧    THE   VAMPIRE   DIARIES   PROMPTS   !   (  PART   I  .   )

*  A MIXTURE OF TVD  S1  - S2 PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
  • You left that girl alive tonight. That was very careless of you..
  • I promised you an eternity of misery, so I’m just keeping my word..
  • But wherever you go, people die..
  • I live in the real world where vampires burn in the sun.
  • Are these bites going to turn me into a vampire?
  • I like being the eternal stud.
  • You have a lot more insults in you, I can tell.
  • Everything you know, and every belief that you have, is about to change.
  • I’m getting really bored and really impatient, and I don’t do bored and impatient.
  • How many more animal attacks is this town gonna believe, huh?
  • I’ve been in love. It’s painful, pointless, and overrated.
  • Tip for later - be careful who you invite in the house.
  • I promise I will keep your secret, but…I can’t be with you.
  • It’s so not what you’re craving, but it’ll do in a pinch.
  • Our values and our actions, they define who we are.
  • How can you be so arrogant and glib after everything that you’ve done?
  • This daylight thing is a bitch! I need more blood!
  • Well, your life was pathetic; your afterlife doesn’t have to be.
  • You confuse me for someone with remorse..
  • Why does everybody have to die on me?
  • Uh, have you met you? You’re not a nice person.
  • After a century, I finally realized death means nothing without you.
  • I couldn’t miss your hundredth and…whatever birthday.
  • You saved my life - I’m sparing yours. We’re even.
  • It’s not like the welcome wagon was waiting with a bunk cake and a handbook.
  • You promise not to do that mind-control-thing with me?
  • Vampires can’t procreate. But we love to try.
  • It’s not like we all hang out at the ‘vamp bar and grill’.
  • You know…you were there in the road, all ‘damsel in distress’-like. ‘
  • You just found out that your boyfriend is a vampire.
  • Now you remember that. Because it’s never happening again.
  • If I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a dollar at it.
  • What if your blood hasn’t passed out of her system?!
  • You went in there not knowing if you could come back out?
  • Is that a vampire thing? 'Cause I read vampires don’t like running water.
  • First rule about vampires: don’t believe anything you read. 
  • So you want a pity turn? I don’t think so.
  • You should turn me 'cause I don’t have anything else.
  • Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night.
  • Can you just not joke around for two seconds?
  • We’ll just add it to the growing list of how everything’s falling apart.
  • Please dance with your alcoholic vampire boyfriend.
  • You know this vampire problem is real, right? It’s a potential bloodbath.
  • Do you wanna hear the bad news, or the really bad news?
  • I wanted to feed on him, and it took everything inside of me not to do it.
  • I have this hunger inside of me that I’ve never… I’ve never felt before in my entire life
  • Does that mean you’re okay, now, with all the cravings?
  • You were playing house with half of a tomb of really pissed-off vampires..
  • I’m talking about the fact that you’re a closet blood junkie.
  • There’s that switch - sometimes it goes off and you snap…
  • If you’re just gonna mock me, could you move along, please? ‘
  • He has a fridge, full of stolen blood bank contraband, in the house.
  • Normal to a vampire is drinking human blood, but he’s spent all this time fighting it.
  • I wanted to drain every ounce of blood from that girl’s body.
  • I like being a living dead person.
  • So either kill me or compel me, because I don’t believe it.
  • I’m a vampire. What’s your excuse?
  • Come on, don’t pout about it. We got a body to bury.
  • Why are you looking at him with your serious vampire look?
  • What do you know about werewolves?
  • You knew that they were going to burn the vampires in the church?
  • So, can you like do a hocus-pocus to ace a test?
  • That werewolf road leads straight to vampire boulevard!
  • It must be painful to desiccate and mummify. I can’t even imagine.
  • Torture me, keep me captive, drain me of blood until my body turns to dust. 
  • We both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time.
  • You know, if you wanna see me naked all you have to do is ask.
  • What is up with that family? They’re not vampires, what the hell are they?
  • I’m just happy that’s a, uh– a blood bag and not a sorority girl supplying your dinner.
  • At least if you’re a vampire, you don’t have to feel bad about it if you don’t want to.

it’s @gaydean‘s freakin’ birthday!!! what! anyway, here’s an unrelated fic about dean winchester having a pretty good birthday. 

There’s an ache along his joints as Dean realises he slept weirdly last night. Beyond that, his gut feels low and heavy, his mind sluggish, and he knows today’s something significant in any other life but a hunter’s.

Oh yeah. It’s his birthday today.

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