i hate this town even more now

Even More DnD Headcanons

Yep I guess I’m still doing these

  • Speak With Animals: now you can finally talk to your pets!
  • Silver and Gold dragons elected as benevolent, honorable, and forward-thinking leaders of towns and cities
  • Permanent teleportation gates connecting cities on different continents
  • Alchemists crafting beauty products like makeup or hair dye that never fades unless you negate it with another potion
  • Religious fanatics touting hate-speech suddenly being interrupted and rebuffed by the Avatar of their own gods
  • Spellcaster-musicians casting illusion magic to mix or create new sounds like DJs
  • A kid finding a dragon at their door because one of their kinkier ancestors got busy a few centuries ago SAY HELLO TO DRAGON GRANDPA HE BROUGHT PRESENTS FROM HIS VAST HOARD
  • What about all the different races’ cuisines? Delicious elven salad bars? Hefty Halfling buffets? Dragonborn chefs cooking steak with their lightning breath? I bet gnomes love making shit as spicy as possible.
  • Druids using plant growth to quickly grow food for starving populations or restore ecologically devastated areas
  • Friendly Drow teaching their advanced sign language to deaf, mute, or hard of hearing non-drow
  • Bard rap battles
67 Chevy Impala

A/N: So I’ve finally written my first fanfic (I’m so nervous rn), hope you like it! Constructive criticism is fine, but no hate please:) Please send in requests! School is starting soon so I may not do them right away, but I will as soon as possible. I’d love feedback, even an emoji to see if you liked it or not, thanks:) One more thing and I’ll stop rambling, please no reposts, ok I’m done now. Enjoy!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Winchester!Reader

Fandom: Spider-Man: Homecoming, Supernatural

Summary: When a new family rolls into town, one member catches Peter Parker’s eye. But something’s off about them.

Words: Idk but it’s sorta long sooooo

Warnings: Overprotective brothers, vampires, cutting off heads

Part 2

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We’ve made it to the shelter. Finally got some warm and clean clothes and something to eat. But boy does this seem like a nightmare.

Everyone in our neighborhood was helping each other, first by boat, and they had to start with a pickup truck. The water was about waist level so it was pretty high, and it was raining so it was pretty cold.

I just hate to imagine how my house is looking right now, water around it was getting high. I just hope to god it’s not flooding horribly or once when it does it won’t be so bad.

Always

For @moose-on-the-l00se who asked for 1 (You don’t need to protect me) and 6 (You mind if I cut in?) with Tony DiNozzo.

You hated undercover work. Hated it. What you hated even more than undercover work was undercover work with Tony in a tiny ass town. Tony was protective on a good day but when you were playing a target he was, apparently, a giant pain in the ass.
You’ve been dancing on the barn floor for what feels like forever. The small town is bustling with travelers, bikers from Sturgis. Hikers that are going up into the Black Hills. Tourists who just want to see the presidents in the hill. And a serial killer. So now you and Tony are here, he’s watching you, you’re watching for the serial killer.
“Care if I join you?” A silky voice says and you smile up at him.
“Not in the slightest.” His hands go to your hips, yours to his shoulders. He spins you around the dance floor and you can’t help the laugh that tumbles from your lips. When the song is over he doesn’t let go, keeping a gentle but firm grip on you.
“So, what brings you all the way out here?”
“I’m a wildlife photographer when my husband is overseas. It keeps me busy and occupied. Makes his deployment seem so much shorter.”
“Military man?”
“He is.”
“Is he going to be mad that his woman was dancing with another man?”
“Nah, he trusts me. Besides, it’s just dancing.”
“Very true.” He smiles down at you. You’re about to ask his name when someone clears their throat.
“Mind if I cut in?” You’d recognize that voice anywhere.
“Oh uh, I mean we were kind of having a conversation.” The man whose name you still haven’t gotten says.
“Come on man.” Tony charms with a broad smile. Your partner concedes and you move on to dance with Tony with a smile.
“Seriously?” You hiss through your teeth, a fake smile plastered on your face.
“What? I wanted to dance with you.”
“Tony.” You squint your eyes at him and he chuckles.
“What?” He tries to lie to you again and you just glare up at him. “Okay fine. He fit the profile that the FBI gave us. I didn’t want him touching you.”
“You don’t need to protect me!” You hiss and he shrugs.
“I think I do, you’re my partner.” The song ends and you move away from him.
“Song’s over. We need to go find that guy.”
“Just text McGee his name.” Tony says keeping step with you as you make your way off of the dance floor. You turn on him, furious and jab a finger into his chest.
“I didn’t get his name because someone cut in.” You turn and stalk away from him, “I’m going back to the hotel. Don’t follow me.” You snap over your shoulder and to your relief he doesn’t. You head out of the bar and down the street toward the small hotel room that the two of you are sharing. It’s not ideal but it was all you could get with the bikers in town. You woke before him this morning, tangled in him. It had been tricky work getting out of his grasp without waking him. Not that you’d minded, if you were honest with yourself, Tony had managed to work his way under your armor and had completely charmed you. That might be why you were so irritated with him, he’d made it clear that Gibbs had a rule about co-workers dating. And that it was a huge no-no.
You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you almost don’t hear him. His even steps behind you.
“Damn it Tony I thought I told you not to follow me.” You say as you turn to face him. Except he’s not there. No one is. “Shit.” You whisper before continuing toward the hotel. You pull your phone from your pocket and dial Tony’s number. He answers on the second ring.
“Yea?”
“Are you following me?” You ask in a hushed tone.
“No. I just left the bar.” Your heart sinks, “Is someone following you?”
“Yes.”
“On my way.” You can tell he’s running.
“I’m on third.”
“Keep moving. Stay on the line.”
“Yea.” You keep moving the feet keep pace with you and you’re getting more and more anxious. Not that you can’t take them, it’s just that he’s already killed three women you really don’t need to be the fourth.
A hand wraps around your forearm and you twist out of their grasp. You turn to face them and are disappointed to find that it’s not Tony. In fact you don’t recognize him at all.
“I saw you flirting with some other men.” He sneers. “I heard you telling them you were married. How would your husband like that?”
“I was just dancing with them.” You say taking a step back away from him.
“Getting felt up by other men while he’s off serving his country. You slut.” He sneers and your back bumps the brick wall behind you. He closes the gap between you and wraps his hand around your throat so fast that you don’t have time to react. Your feet scrape the ground where they barely touch, you claw at his arm trying to get him to loosen his grip to no avail. You’re starting to loose consciousness, the darkness is creeping into your peripheral vision. There’s a loud crack then you go tumbling to the ground as the hand around your throat suddenly vanishes.
“Are you okay?” Tony’s face comes into view. “Are you okay?” He repeats when you don’t answer. You nod, your throat hurting too much to actually from the words. A corner comes and takes the body, local police interview you and Tony. Then you’re let go, neither of you talk on the way back to the hotel.
“Tony.” You say softly just before you get to your room.
“Yea?”
“Thank you.”
“Any time. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“I guess I do need you to protect me a little.” You say before wrapping your arms around his torso in a tight hug. One that he returns.
“I’ll always be there for you.” He promises, “Always.”

Nudge Theory
Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3936 (Act III)

A/N: A five act mini-series. The reader and Castiel must work together to solve the curious case of the missing Winchesters. Fluff, smut, and a plot for kicks. Be warned - this act contains explicit smut/NSFW/adult only content. After all, the third act is nothing without a climax [or two].

Previous chapters:   Act IAct II

Nudge [verb] –

·       “Coax or gently encourage someone to do something.”

“How the hell did I miss this?” Vintage yellow photo thrust ahead at arm’s length, you squinted contemptuously between it and the modern angled shining building sitting on a rolling hill previously occupied by the notorious Clifton Springs Sanatorium - everything gleamed new right down to the freshly lain vibrant green sod.

Mapping uncharted recesses of thought at an overly decorous distance to your person, coat flapping in the grass-scented breeze, Castiel thumbed through the news clippings in John Winchester’s journal, comparing them to the small local newspaper he held announcing the grand opening of the Clifton Springs Senior Center – finally complete after five arduous years of construction setbacks. Holding a fluttering piece of paper to his nose, inhaling the smudged ink, his sky blues milled in confusion, “These clippings Sam collected about the sanatorium, they’re all very old. Ten, maybe eleven years.”

“Maybe even twelve or thirteen?” You peeped sidelong at the angel, jamming the old photo and your hands into your pockets, closing the distance to his side in a few short strides, “Maybe Sam decided to take up scrapbooking. Practical hobby for a hunter really, and certainly safer on his liver in the long run than Dean’s chosen one.”

“None of this makes sense,” Cas disregarded your sarcastic snipe at the Winchesters, refiling the paper in the journal, dark curls tickling his forehead in an errant gust of wind.

The more the angel ignored your efforts at teasing and prodding him out of his shell the more you felt inclined, obligated even, hell-bent one might say, to persist in re-establishing the flirtatious rapport you somehow lost in a random cornfield on the side of the highway at mile marker 156. You scratched your head thoughtfully, “You know, you’re absolutely right. Now that I think about it, he’s probably more of a paper mache guy.”

Cas squinted apathetically at you, unaware you interpreted this silence as a formal declaration of war.

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When I tell people that I want to leave France after I graduate college, and work and live in a foreign country, they often ask me why I hate France. My roommate even told me that I was being ungrateful for wanting to leave the country I was raised in.
But the thing is, I don’t hate France. On the contrary, I love it 🇫🇷 We have great people, pretty towns, incredible landscapes… and the food is amazing! 🍇🧀🍷But I just think that there is so much more out there to experience, so many people to meet, so many towns to discover, so many landscapes to admire, so many foods to try, so many languages to learn! 🌎🌍🌏 I want to know different cultures, traditions, ways of life, and I won’t be able to do it if I spend the rest of my life in France. I am grateful for the 20 years I spent in that beautiful country but I feel like it’s time for me to live elsewhere ✈️
So no, I don’t hate France, even with all the crap happening right now because of the election.
I love my country, just like I love so many more.

The Devil Within

Klaus Mikaelson X Reader

Word Count: 1167

Requested: Anon

Request: Klaus Mikaelson - 6

Originally posted by howeverlongs

I’ll keep quiet

You won’t even know I’m here
You won’t suspect a thing
You won’t see me in the mirror
But I crept into your heart
You can’t make me disappear
‘Til I make you

You never saw it coming, you were not aware that Klaus was becoming a part of your life until he was the biggest part of it and there was no way that you were able to function without him around, you weren’t even sure if he knew what he had done to you and if he did he had done it well.

I made myself at home
In the cobwebs and the lies
I’m learning all your tricks
I can hurt you from inside
I made myself a promise
You would never see me cry
'Til I make you

Klaus had noticed that you were hiding a side of you that your friends would never want to see and he wanted to see it, he knew that you had begun to hide it the moment that you became a vampire in fear of what your friends would think and so he knew every lie that you told and every trick you played, he knew that you hated blood bags and wanted real human to feed on and when he was close enough he took you out to hunt and slowly pulled you far away from your friends at Mystic Falls “You want real humans? Here they are, have at it love.” Klaus encouraged as he showed you the bar filled with people to compel and feed off of.
“I don’t know.” You mumbled.
“I promise it’s worth it,” Klaus muttered softly in your ear and everything seemed to change as if you were under a spell.

You’ll never know what hit you
Won’t see me closing in
I’m gonna make you suffer
This hell you put me in
I’m underneath your skin
The devil within
You’ll never know what hit you

You looked at the mess that you had made and gasped, it seemed like you were coming down from the high that you felt and now you realised what you had done and you didn’t want to face the people that had come to be your friends you wanted nothing more than to run, Klaus had managed to bring something very dangerous to the surface and you wanted to bury it again.

You turned ready to run but Klaus was right behind you “where are you going, love?” He asked and you glared at him.
“What did you do?” You asked.
“This was all you love.” He smiled.
“I know that, what did you do to me?” You asked.
“I didn’t do anything.” He answered a small smirk on your face, “your just easier to convince than some of the others.”
“Convince of what?” You asked.
“We’re all predators, we have to kill-”
“Just stay away from me.” You wanted as you pushed past him and out of the bar.

I’ll be here
When you think you’re all alone
Seeping through the cracks
I’m the poison in your bones
My love is your disease
I won’t let it set you free
'Til I break you

Your friends hadn’t spoken to you since you admitted what happened in the bar with Klaus, you actually didn’t remember much of you all you knew was that a lot of people died, you sat on your bed tears rolling down your face as you tried to figure out why they couldn’t forgive you. “(Y/N)?” Klaus asked as he walked through the halls of your house, he had been invited in by your mother weeks before.
“What!?” You snapped and he gave a soft smile having not seen your face yet.
“Why so grumpy?” He asked as he walked into your room.
“Because you ruined my life.” You glared tears still falling and a new type of pain taking over your body.
“What are you talking about?” He asked.
“They don’t want anything to do with me!” You yelled as you got off your bed to stand.

I tried to be the lover to your nightmare
Look what you made of me
Now I’m the heavy burden that you can’t bear
Look what you made of me
Look what you made of me

“I tried Klaus, when everyone else said that you were going to hurt me, change me, make a monster out of me, I tried to prove them wrong to give you a chance to prove them wrong and all you did was prove them right, I lost everything because I wanted to give you something, I wanted to do something to no one ever did for you and that’s care, I wanted to love you, to help you feel something!” You poured your heart out you were sure that he would be gone by morning. “You took all the good in me and you burned it out and I don’t even know why…”

I’ll make you see

“I never took anything from you.” He mumbled softly.
“You took everything!” You argued and he shook his head a small smile on his face as he walked closer to you, he turned you to look in the mirror.
“You’re the same… You still have those soft (E/C) eyes that you had when you met me, you still have that same kindness in your smile, your innocence drew me to you, more than I was drawn to anyone else in this town and I tried to push you away and I tried to focus on  someone else but it never worked.” Klaus explained.
“All of this was about getting me to leave you alone!? You hated me so much that you wanted to destroy me!?” You asked now straight up angry.
“I Love you!” Klaus confessed. “I love that no matter what you still you, I lead you to killing all those people and even after that you’re still sitting in your room waiting for your friend’s forgiveness and you aren’t even thinking about doing it again, you are different but I think that I need you.”
“You need me!? I hate to sound like a broken record bu-” He cut you off by kissing you, you took in a deep breath shock Klaus only seemed to push harder and before you knew you were kissing back. “You have a lot of making up to do…”
“I promise you, I’ll make it up to you as soon as you agree to come to New Orleans with me.” He smiled as he lifted you to sit on his lap as he sat on your bed.
“Well, I guess there’s nothing left for me here.” You mumbled, “except my mum.”
“We can find somewhere nice for her to stay where you can still see her.” Klaus smiled pushing your hair out of your face. “I told you.”
“What?” You asked.
“You haven’t changed.” He smiled.
“I have.” You denied. “Now I don’t care what they think.”

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Hey guys..

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My caseworker has basically fucked up my case AGAIN and I won’t be getting food stamps. Currently I am staying with these people but its getting harder to get by each day and I’m really over staying my welcome but my disability and mental illness is preventing me from getting a job. This is also a military loving town so that makes it even harder. 
So I really need your guys’ help.. I need about 30$ just for right now.. I would be willing to draw for you, don’t be afraid to ask! Its not digital art since I don’t have a tablet or anything and my style changes constantly, but right now I’m willing to do almost anything.. I will even draw sigils for you. 
I would link you to my redbubble but they have been taking the majority of the profits I made and I need the money soon.. 
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So please guys, please help me out.. I really need this by the end of the month and the month is already coming to a close.. 
Please spread this about ! And I’m really sorry but thank you! 

Outsiders 2x8

Lets’ get the best thing out of the way first.

Hasil in street clothes.

Originally posted by quandtaspasdeviesociale

Now lets talk Sasil.

Again, there is value in cell phones. Hasil…get one.

I liked their argument and I’m going to start defending and then talking out of the other side of my mouth regarding both my loves. 

I said it previous post but Sally Anne needs to find a purpose in her life whether that be through a social group, support group, Job,, whatever. It’s going to drive you crazy sitting at home worrying all day. It doesn’t even look like they got a TV so I’m concerned. She needs something else besides impending motherhood. Hasil is a grown ass man and he can come and go as he pleases even if it’s with his crazy ass family. He was coming home to you ( she didn’t know that) and you gotta start trusting him a little more. I was so proud of her these last two episodes showing him she understands the enormity of the decision he made to move off the mountain. He needs you to do more than keep pestering him about where he been. Maybe it’s cause I had to move cross state due to a pregnancy is why I’m being so harsh with her but I’m not about that woe is me life. And please stop calling his family trash (though you got your reasons) in front of him because that’s rude. You don’t have to like them but he clearly loves them and they are important in his life and she has to accept that at some point. He don’t go out of his way to trash your ass of a brother. I’m glad you got family in Cleveland. 

Now, for the other shoe. Hasil, Sally Anne just expressed to you her insecurity with his commitment to her. You know she is insecure about it so you can’t just keep dodging off without a hoody hoo or nothing. That insecurity probably comes frmo being abandoned by her own daddy. The only experience Sally Anne has with your family is awful. Repeatedly. As much as I love my mountain folk, they ARE criminals so every time Hasil gets involved with them he either risks jail or death and that’s not a good place to put your baby mama in. I mean if you were going up for a visit sure but you busting people out of jail like thats not a serious offense. Yes Lil Foster was innocent but the whole things could have went south and then what? Who would even know to tell Sally Anne you dead?  And I hate when people say you don’t know what I’ve been through but then when you asks its…

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

And your crew is sloppy as fuck. Dropping the escape map last eppy?. Burn hat shit fool! 

I’m glad she went to Frida. They need more screentime together. The older woman needs to help her. She’s surely seen enough drama in this town to know it in and out by now. Hell, I will just be happy watching them get into trouble together. Make this happen WGN. I adore Frida so much.

I’m glad Hasi; is still helping his family and protecting them and there for Sally Anne. He’s gotta learn to handle both worlds now which is ALOT but if he really sees them the same ( which I believe he does. Family is family) then he just needs to work on better communication and keeping Sally Anne in the loop. Sally Anne you need to be more obliging. You knew what you signed up for…at least you knew with Farrells come drama especially when the town is trying to force them off the mountain. They are here to stay.

Ledda dying and telling her kids she is was so heartbreaking. I champion her so much and I hate that she really is giving up. I wonder if Wade will try to take her up the mountain for some magic healing. Seemed to have worked on someone else..get these in a minute. Wade trying to continue to stop her and telling her it’s not a good idea…

Didn’t you just help a Farrell escape prison. 

Originally posted by youdontneedtofollowme


Lastly in town there is Gordon and Hailey. Matt does not exist to me sooooo

Anywho, I saw that coming a mile away. Girl aint got no friends. No frenemies. I honestly don’t know why she is still around since she has no purpose other than to be a thorn but watching Gordon go in for the kill for satisfying. She was looking ready before he asked. When I saw he stole all of her files.

Originally posted by booasaur

 SHe played you gurl and got a piece of you in the process. Gordon for the win.

Now Shay Mountain

Big Foster JUST NOW thinking he shouldn’t be Bre’nin?

Originally posted by quandtaspasdeviesociale

You a little late to the conclusion. Your plan made NO SENSE whatsoever. I keep forgetting ya’ll are married so his concern for G’win was irritating. He didn’t even give his mountain magic a chance. I wanted Elon to punch him in the face for being a moron and getting their kin killed; consistently. G’win waking up…

Originally posted by bullshhhh

That’s too bad. Just too bad. I really want to like her and I hope she has come out of this more willing to listen especially to Hasil. They write him off but he’s the only one talking common sense. 

Lil Foster being welcomed home. That s was beautiful. I hope they give him so depth regarding his prison experience. I mean I starting to feel like he’s too precious for this world. So forgiving and committed to his family…I don’t want him not to addressing the shit that happened to him. Yeah I can understand forgiving and letting go of the Gwin drama cause she IS NOT worth it and I can even see him forgiving his father. But he was also an innocent man put in prison. Give me something.

Great episode. 

They are starting to find their pace and delving into the mountain magic. Hopefully we will get more soon. 

I used to hate Jane Foster

I did. When I first saw Thor, I loved the movie. It was great. Except Jane. I couldn’t stand Jane. She was too much of what I thought of as a ‘damsel in distress’, even though, thinking back on it now, I don’t think she was ever actually in distress in the first movie (at least, no more than any other mere mortal in that little New Mexico town was).

Jane just wasn’t what I thought of as a 'strong’ female character. She was no Peggy or Sharon Carter or Maria Hill. She didn’t defeat the villain like Pepper Potts did in IM3. And she certainly wasn’t Natasha Romanov (no one is like Natasha Romanov). She was like Betty Ross; there only to be a love interest for the main character.

And then I was watching Thor: The Dark World, and I was hit with a realization.

Of course she’s not a 'strong’ character like Peggy Carter or Natasha Romanov.

She’s a scientist.

Before Thor came along and disrupted her life, she was a scientist studying out space and wormholes and whatever else (i’m not a scientist i have no idea). Natasha was made and bred into this world of spy and intrigue. Peggy Carter, Sharon Carter and Maria Hill are all women in military positions–Peggy with the Army (I think?) and Sharon and Maria with SHIELD. And Pepper, as amazing as she is, really only defeated Aldrich Killian because she was injected with Extremis. Jane Foster wasn’t made for this world of aliens and gods and superheroes. Jane doesn’t have what any of the other female Marvel characters have, which is the skills necessary to keep up with these types of characters.

You know what she does have? She has her science, and she has a neverending scientific curiosity.

When Jane is zapped into an alternate space, the first thing she does is investigate the weird cube thing there. She goes and sticks her finger in it, and she doesn’t start freaking out until the Aether sinks into her skin.

When she’s traveling the Bifrost, she looks about her in wonder and awe, because yes, she’s traveling in space, but this is also the culmination of her life’s work, absolutely proof that she was right, and you can just bet her brain was whirring as she added all that into place.

When she’s on the healing table in Asgard, she knows exactly what it is. You can hear the sneer in the Asgardian healer’s voice, can almost hear her thinking Oh this puny mortal thinks she’s so smart, but what does she know?, but Jane knows exactly what this device is. Asgardian science is so advanced it looks like magic to Midgardians but Jane still knows what it is.

She slaps Loki. This is a being who invaded her world twice, who helped wipe a New Mexico town off the map and brought an army into New York. This is an alien on par with Thor, who could probably break her neck with a flick of his wrist. And she storms up and slaps him. That’s brave. A little reckless and foolhardy, for the above-mentioned reasons, but brave. She’s not a cowering damsel by any means.

The only real time she’s anywhere close to being a damsel is when Loki hands her over to Malakith, which was actually just part of the plan, so it hardly even counts.

Even during the final battle, Jane isn’t a damsel or sitting helpless. She’s an asset. She’s the one who manages to reconfigure Erik’s devices to induce the anomalies caused by the Convergence. She’s the one who stands in a bell tower as aliens fight outside and causes things to disappear to help Thor stall Malakith so he can’t destroy the world.

Jane Foster isn’t strong, not in the way Maria or Natasha or Peggy or Sharon are, because she wasn’t made for that. But that doesn’t make her weak. She is a scientist, and she uses her brains to help out in the ways she can. She isn’t physically strong, but she’s well-rounded in the ways that truly strong characters are.

I’ve been brainwashed into thinking the only strong female characters are the ones with sharp edges who can kill you just by looking at you. That’s not what a strong female character is. Jane Foster is strong, in her own way, and I’m done hating her. We need more female characters like her, not the type to save the day with her brawn, but with her brain.

I used to hate Jane Foster. I don’t any more.

I just realized something horrible tonight. 

There’s this guy, who’s the older brother of two of my teammates. He works at  the grocery store in town and the first time he saw me there he tried to start up a conversation, but I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t realize I knew him. *sigh* Last year we talked a little more, although we had more opportunity to then. Sometimes I see him around with his sisters, both I am pretty close with, and we’ll talk but now that I look at it, I hardly ever say much to this guy at all. Even tonight in the produce aisle…gosh, what if he thinks I hate him? It’s not like I’m actively avoiding him. Next time I need to at least ask how he’s doing. 

anonymous asked:

Hi hi! I really love your headcanons! I was wondering if you could do one of the RFA members (V+unknown as well) reaction when they find out MC has bruises on her body bc of abusive parents. Its okay if you're not comfortable doing it ^^

warning! this might be triggering for some ppl so proceed with caution

also im gonna do this headcanon with all of them in high school bc i love high school hope u dont mind

Yoosung:

  • MC was having an especially horrible tuesday
  • which is why getting a text from Yoosung that read “are you busy tonight?”
  • around 6 PM felt like a god send
  • “not busy at all. will you rescue me from this boring existence, Yoosung?”
  • “Super Yoosung is on his way!”
  • when Yoosung texts MC saying he’s outside their house, they practically run out, jumping into the front seat of his car
  • they looked forward to spending time with Yoosung
  • being with him always helped them forget how bad things were at home…
  • “hey, MC! movie sound okay?”
  • “anything sounds okay, just get me away from here!”
  • MC’s tone was bright and happy, despite the depth of their desire to drive far, far away from that house
  • “haha, alright”
  • Yoosung stars the car, and MC immediately turns on the radio looking for something they can jam out to on the way to the theater
  • finally MC finds a song they like, and turns the radio up
  • “gah, MC! this is way too loud! and this song isnt even that good!”
  • Yoosung reaches out to turn the radio back down
  • “i don’t know what you’re talking about. this song rocks”
  • MC turns the music back up
  • Yoosung turns the radio back down
  • “my car, my rules!”
  • he scolds MC playfully
  • MC pushes the sleeves of their sweater up, making fists as though they were squaring up to Yoosung
  • “if you wanna fight me, then fight me!”
  • as MC does this, Yoosung pulls up to a red light
  • taking advantage of the situation, Yoosung looks at MC, ready to wrestle them for a second before the light turns green
  • but when he looks at MC, he notices that their forearms are practically covered in bruises
  • the smile on his face immediately vanishes, and MC realizes what he saw
  • shit
  • “MC….what happened to you?”
  • as he asks, the car in front of them rolls forward and Yoosung is forced to look at the road again
  • “i…um…i fell down the stairs in my house. yea!”
  • MC nervously pushes their sleeves down, feeling like an idiot for letting Yoosung see the bruises
  • without saying anything, Yoosung pulls the car over 
  • “dont lie to me”
  • tears swell up in MC’s eyes as they think back to what had happened earlier that day
  • “i failed my math test…and my dad got really upset about it…”
  • MC stares at the ground, too embarrassed to look Yoosung in the eyes
  • tears drip away from MC’s eyes
  • Yoosung silently pulls MC into his lap
  • he’s never done anything like this before….but MC doesn’t fight it
  • they just continue to cry, sinking into Yoosungs warmth as he holds them
  • “I….don’t want to go back there, Yoosung”
  • “MC”
  • MC looks up at Yoosung to see that he was crying a bit, too
  • “you don’t have to go back there. come home…with me.”
  • Yoosung pulls MC into his chest again
  • “I know i’m not exactly the strong type but…I want to protect you, MC. will you let me?”
  • MC nods, gripping Yoosungs hoodie tightly
  • MC was so used to being surrounded by darkness and brutality
  • Yoosung was so gentle, sweet, and bright
  • he was everything they needed
  • and he needed them all the same

Zen

  • “Happy birthday, MC!”
  • Zen smiles in MC’s doorway, holding a present, a mini cake, and a balloon
  • “Zen? what are you doing here?”
  • “I know you said you didn’t want to do anything for your birthday, but i had to do something for you!
  • MC smiles
  • even though it was true that they didn’t want to throw a party or anything
  • they were still happy to see Zen
  • they were always happy to see Zen
  • so the two of them have a private birthday celebration in MC’s room
  • “open you’re present!”
  • MC pulls the paper off of the box and opens it to reveal a short, strapless red dress
  • “Zen…it’s beautiful”
  • “will you put it on for me? pleaseee?”
  • Zen clasps his hands together
  • “I don’t think i want to right now. but i love it! thank you!”
  • “please, MC? i thought that dress was so pretty when i saw it, i know it will look even prettier on you!”
  • MC raises their voice a little when they reply to Zen
  • “Zen, i dont want to. let it go, okay?!”
  • MC folds the dress up and puts it back into the box
  • Zen is taken aback by their sudden hostility
  • “MC, what’s wrong? why are you getting so upset over the dress?”
  • unable to hide it from Zen any longer, MC lets everything out at once
  • they yank the sleeves of their sweater up, revealing several large bruises on each arm
  • “this is why, Zen! cause i’ve been hiding these from you!” 
  • MC covers their face and begins to sob into their hands
  • Zen sits beside MC, closing the gap between them and whispers softly
  • “i’m so sorry…”
  • he puts an arm around MC, holding them close
  • “who did this to you?”
  • MC has trouble speaking, but manages to mutter out the answer to Zen’s question 
  • “my….mother…”
  • Zen tightens his hold on MC
  • “she was drunk….and i..”
  • Zen interrupts MC, taking their arm in his hand
  • he kisses every single bruise on their arm, pushing their sleeve up to reveal more skin as he goes
  • he kisses their shoulder
  • then their neck
  • then their cheek
  • then their lips
  • Zen didn’t say anything
  • but at that moment he vowed never to drink again
  • “MC, i know your mother doesnt give you the love that you deserve”
  • he kisses them again, brushing some hair behind their ear
  • “but will you let me love you?”
  • Zen feels the wetness on MC’s face from their tears
  • “yes, Zen”
  • even though MC’s mother’s abusive tenancies has always obscured their ability to be happy
  • Zen made MC happy
  • Zen had the ability to be everything that MC was missing
  • and even though they still had to live with their mother for now
  • knowing Zen was by their side made the burden a little lighter
  • MC never hid their bruises from Zen again
  • and every time they met up, he never failed to kiss MC’s bruises and remind them of how much he loves them

Jaehee

  • MC and Jaehee were hanging out together at the mall that day
  • “Jaehee, are you getting hungry yet?”
  • “a little bit, i guess”
  • “lets go to the food court!”
  • MC grabs Jaehee’s hand, pulling her to their favorite restaurant in the food court
  • Jaehee usually tries not to eat fast food like this, but she can’t deny that it’s delicious
  • the two of them order burgers together
  • MC takes a bite into their burger, and when they pull their face away some ketchup sticks to their face
  • Jaehee giggles a little bit
  • “what’s so funny?”
  • MC tilts their head and looks around for whatever Jaehee is laughing at
  • “you are, silly! look at me”
  • Jaehee takes a napkin to MC’s mouth, then rubs the rest of their face with the napkin playfully
  • MC starts to laugh, swatting at Jaehee’s hand
  • when Jaehee takes the napkin away from MC’s face, she notices theres a considerable amount of face makeup on it
  • she looks up at MC and sees a dark bruise on the side of their face
  • “MC, what happened?”
  • MC quickly covers the bruise with their hand, realizing that Jaehee must have rubbed off their makeup
  • “um…”
  • MC frantically tries to make up a lie, but it’s no use
  • “Jaehee…you can’t tell anyone, okay?”
  • “okay, i wont. just tell me what happened”
  • MC tells Jaehee that the day before their father had hit them after they refused to clean up a mess his friends made in the house
  • “things just…escalated…it happens every once in awhile, i guess”
  • Jaehee’s utterly horrified
  • her family hadnt always been good to her 
  • but they never hit her
  • “MC…”
  • Jaehee holds MC’s hands from across the table
  • “although i havent experienced abuse…i know what it’s like to have an unhappy home life”
  • “Jaehee…” 
  • “maybe… we can support each other for now. i know we’re too young to escape but someday we can run away, MC”
  • Jaehee leans across the table to kiss MC’s bruise lightly
  • MC tries to hold back their tears
  • only one more year of suffering
  • and then they could escape with Jaehee
  • they’ve never looked forward to something so much in their whole life

Jumin

  • MC has been begging Jumin to come to the carnival with them
  • it was only in town for a short time
  • and even though Jumin hated carnival food and carnival rides
  • he really really likes MC
  • so he reluctantly joins them
  • the weather had just started heating up
  • so for the first time Jumin has seen, MC was wearing shorts
  • Jumin not only noticed that MC looked super cute in shorts
  • but also that there were a few large bruises on their thighs
  • they were holding hands and walking through the carnival when Jumin decided to ask about it
  • “MC, what are those bruises from? they look painful.”
  • MC laughs nervously
  • “they’re just from my general clumsiness, haha! lets get a funnel cake!”
  • Jumin smiles and agrees
  • but something about what MC said bothered him
  • MC wasn’t really the clumsy type
  • they were always so sure footed
  • and even displayed excellent hand eye coordination at times
  • it wasn’t until they left the carnival that Jumin brought it up again
  • “are those really from falling?”
  • he couldnt push away the curiosity
  • “truthfully….”
  • MC’s expression darkens
  • “my father did this to me…it doesnt hurt that bad, though”
  • they were lying 
  • Jumin could tell
  • Jumin starts to feel angry
  • he wants to have anyone who would lay a hand on MC imprisoned
  • but…what could he do?
  • he was just a kid
  • “wait here”
  • Jumin cuts away from MC, running back to the carnival
  • he returns within a matter of minutes, holding a giant stuffed dinosaur
  • “MC, take this”
  • “Jumin, did you just win this?”
  • “yes. i tried to get you the biggest one”
  • MC face heats up as they start to blush
  • Jumin pulls MC close to him, wrapping them in a hug
  • “I know i cant be with you all the time like i want to”
  • he kisses MC
  • “but when anyone hurts you and I cant come to you, just hold this animal and think of me. okay? when this stuffed animal helps comfort you, it will be like im comforting you”
  • a tear rolls down MC’s cheek, and Jumin wipes it away
  • “you do that for me, and i swear as soon as im able to take you out of that home, i will. and then you can throw this dinosaur away”
  • he hugs MC again, wishing he never had to let go
  • the thought of anyone hurting MC makes him feel sick
  • but as soon as he can, he will save them
  • and once he does, they will never have to feel pain again

707

  • MC was locked in their room, crying
  • it happened again
  • MC couldnt help who they loved
  • but their mother lost it when MC said they were going to run away with Seven
  • “i’m going to leave you, you bitch! i dont care if you dont approve of him!”
  • MC’s mother had hit them especially hard that night after they raised their voice at her
  • their arms were staring to swell
  • they just want to escape
  • it was about 9 PM when they’re phone lit up with a text from Seven
  • “lets go somewhere!”
  • MC replies, but their tears make the keyboard blurry
  • “i cab’t tonighr”
  • “hey whats with all they typos? lolololol”
  • “sorrt”
  • “are you sure you can’t grab a quick ice cream with a lame hacker? it’ll be fun i promise”
  • “Sevem i really csn’t. my mom is mad ar me”
  • “itsnt your mom always mad at you? lolololololol”
  • MC’s body shakes with sobs as they text Seven
  • they had always kept this from him but it seemed to get worse and worse everyday
  • they didn’t want to lie anymore
  • “she beat me”
  • MC types slowly to ensure there were no mistakes
  • a minute passes by with no reply
  • then five minutes
  • and half an hour
  • MC sits crumbled on their bed, feeling like a sobbing heap of disappointment
  • did they scare him away?
  • two more hours pass with no reply
  • its around 11 PM now and MC decides to go to sleep
  • they just want this horrible night to end
  • just as they close their eyes, the hear the faint sound of something banging against their window a few times
  • they pull up the shades to see Seven standing outside their window
  • they open it, surprised to see him
  • “what are you doing here?!”
  • “i’m here to rescue you, baby”
  • Seven holds his hand out to help MC out of their room
  • “are you crazy?!”
  • “yes”
  • “Seven! be serious!”
  • Seven tells MC that he’s spent the last few hours booking a hotel room for them
  • “i also applied to lease an apartment. don’t worry about paying rent, i can do that. isnt it nice having a legal adult for a boyfriend?”
  • “Seven….are you asking me to live with you?”
  • “I’m asking you to run away with me”
  • running away with Seven sounds great right about now
  • he holds his hand out to them again
  • MC climbs out of the window, shutting it behind them
  • as Seven drives away from the house, MC pushes their middle finger against the window
  • “screw you. mom!”
  • Seven laughs at MC, glad to see their modd perked up
  • MC could leave their old life behind now
  • all the abuse, all the yelling
  • they were ready to start a new life with Seven
  • no matter what it took

V and Saeran (sorry for forgetting :| )

THANKS FOR READIN THISZ!!!!!!!!

headcanon requests?

I have had a new bike for like a month now and it’s been literally like 6 or 7 years since I’ve had one and it still makes me a little anxious whenever I drive into town on it (not because I can’t remember how to do it, but more like I feel like everyone walking past will immediately know that I haven’t done this in a long time and judge me for my biking skills).
So today I biked to the cinema to watch Atomic Blonde with Lara (another story) and when I was getting ready to bike back home I realized it was dark and I had never asked the lady I bought the bike from how to turn the lights on.
So I kinda pushed my bike all the way home, because I didn’t wanna go without the light on and I couldn’t fucking figure it out and I KNOW I need to activate the dynamo but I couldn’t do it properly apparently and now I just feel very incompetent and stupid.

You Find Him Crying (Part 1)

Darry: You went over with some grocery bags and planned to make him dinner since the gang would be out and it was the anniversary of his parents death. When you got there you turned the knob, but the door was locked. You knocked on the door, “Darry?” You called, before moving and getting the spare key, unlocking the door, and you found him on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand, tears running down his face. “Darry?” You asked quietly and he sobbed, “T-their never gonna come back…” He said, and you gently put the bags down and walked over, taking his head softly, “Hey… It’s okay…” You said, rubbing his cheeks, “They’re not going to come back but… They’re with you Darry, in here,” You said, placing your hand on his heart, “They’re so proud of you baby… You’ve been an amazing brother to Ponyboy, Sodapop… Even the gang.” He nodded and hugged you tightly around your middled, “I love you so much (y/n).” 

Sodapop: “Hey Sodapop?” You asked, walking into the DX, since it was late at night it was just Sodapop, he said he had to work late to finish up some soc’s car by morning. “Y-Yeah?” He asked from the garage, and you walked out there to see him sitting on a work bench crying. “Soda?” You asked shakily, you’ve never seen him this upset, “What’s wrong?” He swallowed hard and wiped his eyes, “I got a letter today… from Sandy. They… S-She said… S-She was pregnant with my baby and she didn’t want to burden m-me… S-So she said she t-took some pills and…” He sobbed covering his face. You walked over and leaned in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing his back, “Oh Sodapop…” You said, running your fingers through his hair, “I-it was my baby (Y/n)… My child and she killed it!” He cried. You held him tightly, not being able to imagine the pain he was going through, but you had situations in your own life that gave you an idea of the pain he was going through, “Soda… I know that this is hard but one day… It’s gonna be okay… The pain will be less and you’ll be okay again. I know it’s hard and I can’t even begin to imagine the pain you’re going through.” You told him, stroking his cheeks. He tucked his head in your neck and held you tightly 

Steve: Steve?” You asked,walking into his house. Since it was your date night and Steve hadn’t shown up you decided to go and find him to make sure he as okay. He never stood you up or was never even late you were worried. You heard a faint noise coming from his room so you walked down the familiar hallway and into his room and you found him on his bed with his head in his hands, “Steve? Baby what’s wrong?” You asked and he sniffled, handing you a letter. It looked like a woman’s writing, so you read it carefully. 

                       Dear Steven, 

I’m sorry that I’m writing you this and I havent been around since your tenth birthday. I need you to know that I didn’t leave because of you, I left because of your father. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, but when I left your father he took everything from me. Mrs. and Mr. Curtis lent me money to get back on my feet, and up until a few months ago I was saving to get custody of you. Unfortunately, a few days after I got a lawyer, I got diagnosed with cancer. It’s took late for me now, but I’ve left you my house, the money I saved, and my car, in a small town outside Tulsa. By the time this letter reaches you I don’t think I will be alive anymore and I’m so sorry I haven’t seen you lately, but I love you and i always will. Please forgive me, God is taking me now. I hope I see you again on day. 

“Oh Steve…” You whispered, tears in your own eyes. You hugged him tightly and he sobbed into your shirt You knew how much Steve hated showing emotions and you doubted any of the gang or even Evie had seen him cry. You loved Steve more than anything, and you knew better than to try and comfort him. You just held him while he cried and rubbed his back, hoping he’d eventually get better. 

no more!!

after i leave here in the next couple weeks i will no longer come back to this town for more than a week or so at a time on holidays to see my family 

i will not spend months and months here crying and hating my life like i have every year and every summer before now

i am done with this shit town and this shit house and everything it took from me, it’s not my home

even if i have to work retail for years before i find a “real” job i will do so over there, on the coast, with my friends and my hope and joy and humidity

i talk a lot about the difference in humidity between bc and here but i gotta tell you, the dryness of southern alberta? really really bad for my mental health for some reason, i really like the air to be at least a bit humid like it is over there

no more no more no more! never again! fuck small town southern alberta! bye!

anonymous asked:

I wanna know more about the story line where Gideon is pretty much an outcast in town after weirdmageddon

Ah, that one. Well, with the whole prison thing that happened, the town already was mad at him. But, then someone (Soos, probably) lets it slip by accident that Gideon was the one who summoned Bill back into town and even helped him during Weirdmageddon until Dipper talked him out of it. Whoops, now people really hates him for letting that happen to the town. So he withdraws into his home, but his dad is borderline-abusive and his mother has hated him since he was born because of how he was conceived (it’s not pretty and it involves the Memory Gun). So, he’s pretty miserable there.

Then we have Mabel, who somehow never got the memo or else didn’t think it was enough to redeem him that he let Bill torture him for her sake, who is all but avoiding him and not inviting him to things and just making him feel even more alone. Dipper tries to help him realize not everyone hates him, but it’s really hard to convince him when it seems like everyone hates him.

This leaves Gideon feeling dang-near suicidal by the time he’s 15 and then he finds out that Bill’s back but behaving and they start a relationship. Which Dipper finds out about when he arrives in town that year, realizes Gideon’s got a problem, and decides to just take with him out of town, custody laws be fucking damned.

‘Course, Gideon doesn’t know how to cook or clean. He can keep tidy, but mostly he knows crafts. Things like making clothes, doing hair, doing makeup, doing different kinds of crafts. Mostly hobby stuff. Which is endearing, but not gonna really get him a job. And he vulnerable enough that even if he did he’d probably end up being terrorized by his boss, so really Dipper just wants to keep him safe inside while he gets him to a therapist.

Also, Gideon keeps getting dream-visits from his demonic boyfriend. Dipper starts hanging up dream-catchers around Gideon’s bed and in the car to try to keep him out.

And that’s all I’ve got so far, but you’ve seen snippets of it in the various one-shots. :)

What that fuck, what the ACTUAL FUCK?

OK, to be honest with you this last chapter did it’s best to fix the mess that has been happening in bleach in these last couple of chapters.

AZIEN was one of the best characters in Bleach, his development in the Arrancar, Huecco Mundo and Fake Karakura Town were so good I can’t even explain it…

I was hoping more from this, I was HOPING that they would free him from that dumb chair earlier and that he would show what he TRULY was fighting for…
But now he is fucking put in the same chair that he was released FROM, how did he even ALLOW that!?

I am pissed at this, I am really pissed…
We were supposed to see his BANKAI, his true MOTIVES, the reason why he hated the Soul King…
Ou and BTW who is the Soul King now, what was he even, what purpose did he even have?

They ruined Aizen’s character, he had so much potential… I am not okay with this!
There are so many unanswered questions and so many plot holes that they should, honestly, consider bringing back the anime to fill in some of the holes or rewriting the last chapters of the manga….

Good news (sorta) for my town! A group of people has decided to join forces to care for the poor cats we got around here. They only are a group of pure souls who want to help bring back to health the strays and find homes for them, but they don’t even have a place to keep them… So I’m kinda hoping to join them as another volunteer.
Since the other shelter (or only proper shelter) only handles dogs and already has some people helping, plus a place to keep the puppies, I think the cat people (lol) need me more, I guess? I just can’t deal with both, it’d affect me too much :__D
The thing is, I just contacted the cats group to help me with a kitten that showed up in my street. Wish me luck, I hope they don’t think I’m just another person who wants to pass them the problem and forget about it :_D I’ll try to help find the kitten a home or a place to stay away from the streets where there’s bad people.