i nearly passed out making this

“So Goth, I Was BORN Black”

How Screamin’ Jay Hawkins Spearheaded the Goth Music Movement

In the recording studios of OKeh, a man, simply named Jay, walked in with a team of musicians, with the intention to record a heart-wrenching love ballad, filled with mourning. What resulted however, would shake up the music industry forever. Just after Halloween, the chill of one drunken, November evening in 1956 brought us one of the most iconic, perplexing, and somewhat horrifying pieces of music ever recorded. This was how “I Put A Spell On You” was born.

Prior to the inception of the 50s classic, Hollywood was already being re-infected by the Horror bug. The invention of Vampira, the popularity of American actor Vincent Price, and the rise of B-movie Horror flicks cemented a public love for the macabre, as established in the 30s, with Universal Studios’ Dracula, and Frankenstein. Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff were monster legends on the silver screen. Vampira, the queen of the television screen. But no one was making waves in the music scene to inject this beloved aesthetic into sound. How Jay Hawkins’ “Spell” was born was a complete accident, but those around him knew they had something special on their hands, from the moment they heard Hawkins’ vocal delivery.

The rare, original recording of “I Put a Spell on You” (now available on YouTube), was a simple, sad blues tune, that may or may not have entered the public’s consciousness had it been released as is. This version was recorded for Grand Records, in late 1955. Nearly a year passes, and Jay chooses to re-record it for OKeh Records, this time with producer Arnold Maxin on board. The story goes, Maxin brought in food and drink (plenty of drink) for Jay and his musicians, turning the session into an evening of inebriated music making.

“[The producer] brought in ribs and chicken and got everybody drunk, and we came out with this weird version … I don’t even remember making the record. Before, I was just a normal blues singer. I was just Jay Hawkins. It all sort of just fell in place. I found out I could do more destroying a song and screaming it to death.” -Screamin’ Jay Hawkins

Thus, the “Spell” was complete, and in November of 1956, OKeh Records released “I Put a Spell on You”, under his new artist name, “Screamin’” Jay Hawkins. No records prior bear the moniker “Screamin’” in front of his name (see: Discogs).

Alan Freed, a Cleveland disc jockey, approached Hawkins about playing up his image, to draw the most out of this newfound success, including the wild idea of rising up out of a coffin for one of his performances. The rest, as they say, was history. Combining the aesthetic of Vincent Price (and coincidently his mustache), and an aura of Haitian voodooism, his act was born. He became the subject of mass media attention in the 50s, side by side with the best of the Horror scene. He was one of them; taking the derogatory “spook”, and turning it on its head—reclaimed, and turned into profit.

What Screamin’ Jay Hawkins created is what we now associate today with Shock Rock. The main features being his vocal delivery, his wardrobe, and props used on the stage to give macabre effects. With the 1960s came the first wave of Shock Rockers, directly influenced by the path Hawkins had carved out for them. Screaming Lord Sutch, of out London, used British Horror imagery, such as the legend of Jack the Ripper, to form his artist identity. Arthur Brown, who has covered Hawkins’ hit, wore corpse paint, and wore a flaming helmet upon his head in live performances. The Spiders, Alice Cooper’s original band name (1964-1967), performed with a huge, black spider’s web as their first ever stage prop. In the 70s, The Cramps, notable Gothabilly band, also claimed influence by Hawkins. And with these acts introduce a long line of Goth Rock history, that may not sound alike at times, but all descend from the same tree.

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Sketchy Behavior | Hellen Jo 

Never afraid to speak and/or draw her mind, Los Angeles based artist and illustrator, Hellen Jo and her characters can be described as rough, vulgar, tough, jaded, powerful, bratty and bad-ass - AKA her own brand of femininity. Known for her comic Jin & Jam, and her work as an illustrator and storyboard artist for shows such as Steven Universe and Regular Show, Hellen’s rebellious, and sometimes grotesque artwork and illustrations are redefining Asian American women and women of color in comics. In fact, that’s why Hellen Jo was a must-interviewee for our latest Sketchy Behavior where we talk to her about her love of comics and zines, her antiheroines, and redefining what Asian American women identity is or can be; and what her ultimate dream project realized would be.  

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anonymous asked:

more klance first kiss scenarios please?

yes ok 

  • lance is hanging out with allura and trying to teach her about earth things 
    • somehow they arrive on the topic of romance and lance goes “yeah and then people hug and kiss and all that” 
    • “kiss?”
    • “yeah like,, how do i explain…” then he spots keith who’s just walked in looking for lance and is like “hey keith get over here”
    • keith is like “alright” and lance pulls him in and holds him around the waist, gets very close and says “i’m showing allura what a kiss is. you alright with that?” 
    • and keith is so surprised all he can do is nod 
    • and then lance kisses him 
    • he pulls away after a second and then grins at the look on keith’s face and gives him one more peck before turning to allura, still holding keith’s hand, and being like “and that’s what a kiss is!!”
    • allura is holding her chin thoughtfully and says “well it seems very unsanitary. but an efficient strategy for disarming your opponent” 
    • lance is like “hu?” and allura just gestures to keith and says “you disarmed keith. in the heat of battle he would be useless. look at him” 
    • and lance does 
    • keith is just, staring at the space in front of him, in a daze, cheeks pink, hair messed up, still squeezing lance’s hand
    • “um,, well,, if you’d excuse us for a second,” lance says and starts dragging keith away 
    • allura just waves them away and tells them “of course. go practice disarming each other!!”
    • and keith finally snaps out of it and just calls back “oh we definitely will!”
  • or things are looking grim and keith and lance are huddled up, hiding from the enemy, bloody and very injured 
    • lance is kind of hyperventilating but he has keith beside him so he manages to start breathing ok after a minute 
    • guns are shooting lasers are firing the lions are down things are not good 
    • then lance is like “keith look, this looks really bad and i don’t know if we’re going to make it out i mean i’m probably bleeding to death and your hurt but i don’t want to die without doing this so,, can i kiss you?” 
    • keith is very in shock and also very in pain but he leans closer in and cradles lance’s head and presses his forehead to lance’s and whispers “you’re not going to die. i won’t let you. but yes” 
    • so they kiss 
    • and lance passes out right after 
    • which keith doesn’t handle well 
    • but they end up making it and then start going out 
    • pidge takes one look at them and says “figures it’d take the universe nearly coming to an end as we know it for you guys to finally get together”
    • thank you

banora-white-aka-dumbapple  asked:

The minute I saw "That time a bear broke into the house while I was stoned on cold meds." I knew I had to search your family lore tags to see if you mentioned it before. Whenever you're up for it, mind telling about it? I'm actually curious how did you realize it? Were you alone the entire time?

Ok, so it actually happened ON my 16th birthday, so October of 2006, two years after we moved to CO. I was attending the Germ Pit of Public High School, and got sick about a month in.  I was the sort of phenomenally boring child that didn’t have a curfew because I never went anywhere, and we had Cody, the Gentleman Shepherd at the time, so my parents felt it was OK to leave me alone for a few hours while they did errands.  

There’s something up with either the Bipolar or my allergies, but pretty much all respiratory medications make me hallucinate.  Doesn’t matter if it’s benadryl, nyquil or nasal spray, twenty minutes in I’ll be out of my goddamn mind.  But it beats not being able to breathe. So I’m in my bedroom upstairs bedroom, convinced I’m growing an exoskeleton, While Cody sits on the bed next to me, doing the Shepherd Thing where he plants his ass in front of my face and watches all the doors and windows.

I have nearly passed out when I think I hear a weird popping noise outside, but assume that it’s just me developing mandibles, so I don’t think much of it.  Cody, being the Responsible Adult, gets up to investigate.

A moment later, I hear him Barking, and know something is Amiss.  This dog Does Not Bark.  he didn’t bark when we picked him up at the shelter, he doesn’t bark at the door or the foxes or anything, but he is barking now.  I warp myself in the Extra-Soft Rainbow Unicorn Blanket for protection, and stumble downstairs.

For some context, the downstairs has an office, with a large set of sliding glass doors and a concrete porch, then a large wall with a heavy door that leads to a mudroom, which has a shitty little screen door leading to the outside.  It was in this room that we kept the cat food and littler box, because 1. they stank. 2. Cody would occasionally want to play with the cats Too Much and they could hide in there.  

Out on the porch is the Department Of Wildlife sharpshooter, pointing her tranquilizer gun into the Mudroom.  I squint through the haze of dayquil through the heavy door (which has a window) at…

It took me a good minute to realize that was a Bear eating the cat food, because my first thought was “When did we get a shag sofa?”.  Then DOW guy shot him in the ass in the dart, and I watched as a 300lb black bear dove THROUGH the door shitty screen door he’d gotten in through (It was the kind that closes behind you) and run off to the field across the street, pursued by four agents with dogs and bear mace.

The DOW sharpshooter, named Debbie, apparently couldn’t see the wall between us from where she was standing, and was very relived that neither of us had been mauled.   She stayed with me while I called my parents, and even gave me some stickers.  The bear had apparently gone though my whole neighborhood in a fit of hyperphagic madness, chowing down on garbage, cat food, a small vineyard’s worth of grapes and a couple of Mrs. Chin’s goldfish.

They successfully tranquilized the bear, and took him up to Pingree to be hazed and released, where he would hopefully leave people alone.

BTW, if you ever have to call your parents in a situation like this, leaving a voicemail of “Hey mom, I’m okay now, but a bear broke into the house and the Department of Wildlife wants to talk to you.” is not going to help your parents remain calm.

apologize

summary: You get to teach Ivar a lesson. || bucky barnes x reader x ivar the boneless || 

warnings: soooooo NSFW, poly relationship, cursing, come-eating, bdsm elements, punishment, oral, fingering, lots of sin tbh

notes: This is a little bit different form my usual sin. (Never thought my first time writing a threesome would be between these two) So some lovely anon started this thing called WinterBoneless and spammed me, as well as @persephone-is-here-omg and @captainpoopweinersoldier, with marvelous asks. It’s the ship between the beloved Murder Daddy, Bucky, and the adorable Murder Baby, Ivar. Those of you who don’t know who he is, go watch the show Vikings. You won’t be disappointed. Not one bit.

I didn’t add my usual tag list bc I don’t know who’s really into this.

MASTERLIST

“I fucking hate you!” 

Bucky peers over the back of the couch, watching curiously as you storm through the door, the shoes you wore for the evening clutched in your hands. You turn. the skirt of your dress fluttering, chucking one heel at Ivar as hard as you can, narrowly missing the side of his head. As it clunks to the floor, you hurl the second one in close succession, and if Ivar hadn’t been paying attention, it would’ve nailed him straight in the eye. He catches it with ease, holding it in his palm with a glare. 

Bucky almost expects you to lunge at him, wrap your hands around Ivar’s throat and make him pay for whatever offense he’s committed this time. Instead, you make a mad dash for the bedroom you share with both men, slamming the door shut behind you. 

The silence that follows is a bit deafening.

“You two are home early.” Bucky muses eventually. Ivar drops the shoe he’s holding to the floor with an angry huff, running a hand through his thick hair in frustration. It was out of it’s usual, messy knot, hanging freely around his shoulders. Bucky thinks it’d make him look less abrasive if it weren’t for his angry expression. “What did you do to her now?”

This was not an unusual occurrence in your household. Ivar liked to push buttons, liked to provoke you, in turn causing you to provoke him. Things would escalate, such as now, and Bucky would have to step in and try to restore peace. 

Bucky rises off the couch quietly, took in the hard set of Ivar’s jaw and the anger brewing in his eyes. He cups his face, smiling gently when Ivar’s lashes flutter. Some of the tension drops out of his shoulders and he sighs quietly. “I called her a whore.” Ivar mumbles quietly. He doesn’t meet Bucky’s gaze as he says it, listening to the way Bucky sucks in a surprised breath. “I thought she was flirting with our waiter.”

“And was she?” Bucky asks. Ivar just shakes his head, biting down on his lip with a pained look on his face.

“I fucked up.” he admits. “I fucked up bad.”

“Go fix it. I don’t like going to bed when our girl is angry.” The soldier shoves Ivar in the direction of the bedroom, following behind closely. They open the door slowly, finding you standing in front of your vanity to take down your hair. The dress you wore to dinner is strewn on the floor, leaving you in nothing but a lacy black lingerie set. 

Fuck.” Both men say in unison. Twin sets of blue eyes are as wide as they can be, eyeing you up in down like a hunter would it’s prey. 

If it were any other time, you would preen under the attention. Instead, you shoot them the meanest look you can muster, shaking your head. “There’s no way in hell.” 

Bucky is the first one to inch closer, sidling up next to you to help remove the bobby pins holding your hair up. Ivar tries to do the same but you immediately wrench away from his touch. “If you lay even just a finger on me, I will break your goddamn hand.”

Ivar sits on the bed, watching dejectedly as Bucky gets to run his hands through your hair. Bucky presses a kiss to your shoulder, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I think Ivar wants to apologize to you, doll. You gonna let him?” he asks. His hands grip your waist, turning you around so you can see the guilt crossing Ivar’s face. His eyes are wide, pleading.“He wants to treat you real good, show you how sorry he is.”

“No, he doesn’t.” you say, sneering. “He doesn’t want to touch a whore like me.”

“I didn’t mean it, dove.” Ivar brings out the tried and true nickname, trying to diffuse someone of your anger. The hopeful smile that crosses his face nearly cracks through your resolve. “Let me make it up to you.”

Bucky strokes down your side, hiding his own smile in your shoulder. “He’ll do anything you want, babydoll. Just say the word.”

The smirk that rises to your face can only be described as evil. Ivar feels his heart start to accelerate at the look you pass his face. “Ivar,” you say and he straightens up, ready to do whatever it is you ask of him. “You only get to watch.”

“Now that’s just cruel.” Bucky chuckles. You just shrug, not caring in the least. He was cruel to you, it’s time you do the same to him. 

Grabbing the chair from your vanity, you place at the end of the bed. “Sit, Ivar.” He rises without a word, settling down into the chair nervously. You drag Bucky to the bed by his shirt, pushing him to lay down against the mattress. 

Bucky’s immediately pulling you down into a kiss, lifting you up only to have you straddle him. Ivar’s sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you grind your hips slowly against the soldier, nearly drawing blood when he hears you moan quietly. The two of you part with a gasp. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” Bucky instructs. He maneuvers you so your chest is to his back, his strong thighs holding yours open, both of you leaning against the headboard. Like this, Ivar can see your entire body, can see everything Bucky’s about to do to you.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” Bucky asks. He unstraps your bra, tossing it to the side with a smile aimed at Ivar. His metal hand plucks at a nipple while the other one smooths its way down your stomach. His fingers slide smoothly underneath your panties, cupping you with his palm. Your back arches, another shy moan falling from your lips, and Bucky can’t help but laugh at the desperate look on Ivar’s face. “She’s so wet, babyboy. Don’t you wish you could feel it?”

Ivar nods eagerly. Bucky runs two fingers up and down your slit, circling around your entrance and just barely bumping your clit. When he pulls his hand out of your underwear, those fingers are glistening. Bucky pops them into his mouth with a grin, moaning loudly when he tastes you on his tongue. “You’re missin’ out, little one.” Bucky tells him. Ivar can only whimper, hands shaking where he’s laid them on his thighs. “She tastes so fuckin’ sweet.

Bucky looks down at you, then, sees the smug, impish grin you’re sporting. He captures your mouth with his once more, tugging your lip between his teeth. His metal hand wraps around the side of your panties, ripping them down the seam. Even though you should be annoyed that he ruined them, heat rushes up your spine, making you keen as he dips two fingers into your entrance. 

“Look at him, baby.” Bucky orders. You find Ivar with his mouth hanging open, hungry little pants falling from his lips. His eyes are glued to your cunt, pupils overcoming the blue in them as he watches the metal slowly slide into you. “He’s a wreck. We’re torturing him.”

“G-good,” you stutter out, hips titling upwards. He’s languidly fucking you, palm brushing your clit gently. Your body trembles at the slow pace, wishing he’d take it up a notch or two. “He deserves to be tortured.”

“I didn’t mean what I said, dove.” Ivar tells you again. His voice is low, the tempting image in front of him crumbling his composure. “I don’t know what else to say to you.”

“Sweet talk her a little.” Bucky curls his fingers, pressing against your g-spot roughly. Ivar’s chest heaves as you cry out, moaning Bucky’s name. He doesn’t know how the soldier’s so calm. Ivar’s not even touching you and he’s a fucking wreck

“C’mon, Ivar.” Bucky says when his boy stays quiet. Their gazes lock and Ivar could just melt into the floor at how glazed over Bucky’s eyes are. He grunts when you squirm against his erection, throwing an arm around your waist to hold you still. “Make her feel like you want her.”

“You look so delectable, my love.” Ivar rushes out. He’s trying to keep his voice as steady as he can, but when Bucky starts moving his fingers harder, faster, he knows that’s going to be an impossible feat to accomplish. “Y-you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Bucky chides. “Tell her what you want to do to her.”

“I want to get my mouth on that pretty little cunt of yours.” he groans when Bucky spreads apart your folds, gives Ivar a good look at just how much you’re dripping. He focuses on just your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. “I’ll eat you out until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Is that all?” Bucky asks teasingly. Ivar shakes his head, sees the way you start to tense and knows you’re about to come.

“I’d fuck you slow, so slow until you’re slurring your words because the pleasure is that intense.” Ivar grinds out. His cock is pushing painfully against the zipper of his tight black slacks. He wants to get a hand on it, palm himself to relieve some of that pressure. But you said he couldn’t touch, so he’s gonna listen. “I’d make you come, over and over again. I wouldn’t come until you let me, until you were so euphoric that you were melting against those sheets.”

You come with a shout, nearly rolling off of Bucky as you writhed against him. Bucky fucks you through it, slowly easing the pressure until you settled down once again. You’re gasping for breath, gulping down air as he strokes your hair. 

“What now, babygirl?” Bucky questions. “You think he’s learned his lesson?” Your head tips side to side sluggishly. “No? What then?”

You grind against him, grinning when he moans into your ear. “Fuck me, soldier.”

You lift your ass, letting him shimmy his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock. It’s glistening, the head an angry pink as it drips precome. Ivar whines at the sight. “What’s wrong, babyboy?” you pout mockingly. “You want Bucky’s cock?”

“Please.” he whispers, hoarse. His eyes are watering as he watches you jerk the soldier off, whom of which has his tilted head back, eyes squeezed shut as you play with him. 

“Too bad, baby. It’s mine.”

“You can share, doll.” Bucky rumbles out. There’s a smile on his face. “There’s more than enough of me to go around.”

“Right now I’m not sharing. You’re mine until I say so.” 

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky shifts you around until his head is pressing against your entrance, hips clamping down heavily on your hips as he thrusts into you. You keen at the stretch, hands flying to your breasts as he bottoms out with a sigh. “How do you want me to fuck you, babydoll?”

Ruin me.” Your smile gets wiped away as Bucky starts drilling into you, taking no mercy as his hips slam into your ass. He’s biting down on the skin of your neck to muffle his noises, both of you watching as Ivar shifts helplessly in his seat. His face is red, shirt sticking to his skin from where he’s sweating.

It doesn’t take long before the two are are practically screaming your release. It takes a minute before Bucky’s recovered enough to slip out of you, his come dripping from your entrance and onto your thighs. 

“You think he’s had enough now, darlin’?” Bucky inquires. “You think he’s been good? You wanna let him clean you up?”

Ivar waits with baited breath, practically vibrating in his seat at the thought of getting his tongue on you. At your nod, he bounces out of his chair, lying between yours and Bucky’s legs on his stomach. “Be gentle, babyboy.” Bucky laces a hand through his hair, pulling him closer towards your cunt. “She’s sensitive.”

Ivar drags his tongue gently up your slit, making sure to avoid your clit. He slurps quietly, whimpering as he tastes both his lovers. You’re sighing softly at his ministrations, eyelids fluttering as you try to fight the exhaustion coursing through you. When your cunt’s clean, he licks over both your thighs, sucking kisses into the skin when he’s finished. 

“That’s a good boy.” Bucky praises. Ivar smiles shyly, licking the corners of his mouth.

“Have I been good enough to come?” he asks quietly, fearing your answer. Both he and Bucky look to you for an answer. “I need it. Please.”

“Let me take care of him, doll.” Bucky tells you. “I think he deserves it now. He was so, so patient, didn’t even touch himself once.”

Ivar could nearly cry in relief when you give the permission. Bucky gently slides you off of him, making sure you’re comfortable before pulling Ivar into a kiss. shushing him quietly when he mewls. “It’s alright, baby.” Bucky coos. He gets Ivar’s pants undone, sliding them down to his knees. 

The front of his grey boxers are soaked with the evidence of his arousal, his dick begging to be touched. Bucky pulls them down slowly before wrapping his flesh hand around it. Ivar hisses through his teeth. It only takes a handful of strokes before he’s coming, spilling over Bucky’s fist with a loud, startled cry. “There we go, baby.” Bucky whispers. “Feel better now?”

With a weary nod he grabs Bucky’s wrist, bringing it to his mouth to lick the come from his fingers. Ivar hesitantly turns his head to find you staring back at him. “I’m sorry.” he apologizes. “I love you.”

“I know you do.”



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anonymous asked:

May i request for RFA and the Minor trio with MC getting beaten by her ex and hospitalized? Thank you!! :*

Hey hey! More angst!

Yoosung

  • He cries
  • How could this have happened?
  • Yoosung is with her through as much of her recovery as he can
  • She forces him to go to work, though, so he’s not taking care of her 24/7
  • Until she can come home, Yoosung spends every night at the hospital (he doesn’t go home unless he has to take care of Lisa or needs to change his clothes)
  • Once she’s out, he makes sure that everything is comfortable for her
  • He’s such a worrywart
  • Her recovery is slow, but she’s well taken care of, and when she’s comfortable, she returns to work
  • It’s not until the ex tracks her down again (this time at home) hoping to hurt her again because he wasn’t done with her and only stopped because someone called the cops
  • Except Yoosung is awake (playing LOLOL) when he breaks in, and goes a bit yandere
  • In that he grabs a knife from the kitchen and goes after the guy
  • He manages to cut the guy, call the police, and the guy is put in jail for breaking and entering, premeditated assault, and attempted assault

Jaehee

  • “She has multiple puncture wounds from being kicked with high heels. She’ll likely have scars for the rest of her life.”
  • Jaehee has to force back the tears
  • Especially when she sees MC
  • But Baehee stays strong for her
  • Jaehee brings tea and desserts to MC when the doctors allow
  • While MC is still in the hospital, the ex, who Jaehee has seen in pictures before, walks into the cafe with a large smile on her face
  • She’s gorgeous, unscathed, and Jaehee is furious
  • She refuses to serve the woman
  • When the woman starts throwing a fit about it, Jaehee pulls up a picture of MC at the hospital
  • “I have the right to refuse service to anyone. Especially the woman that put my girlfriend in the hospital!”
  • The woman begins laughing
  • “So that’s why? That means you’re Jaehee! You know, she called out for you when I kicked a hole in her stomach! So pathetic! And you’re not even very pretty! Guess she downgraded!”
  • Jaehee recorded everything, and there was a cop in the cafe that was a regular and usually showed up in uniform, but was in civvies today.
  • The woman is arrested on the spot for committing assault (possibly with a deadly weapon because heels) and confessing in front of a whole crowd and witnesses
  • Jaehee is able to tell MC all about it when she goes to the hospital that afternoon with a smile on her face

Zen

  • Sees red
  • The moment he hears that she was beaten, he wants to hunt down whoever did this to her and return the favor
  • However, when he sees her, it’s another story
  • He sits with her, stays with her as much as he can, touches her when he’s allowed to be a source of comfort
  • Hell, he takes time off work to take care of her as much as possible
  • He’s super considerate and holds her whenever she gets scared
  • When they go back to work together, she’s still pretty banged up, and the people that Zen has worked with before that know her are super freaked out
  • Zen explains what happened, and honestly, some of them are just as eager to start a fight as Zen
  • When Zen is walking her out to the cab they’re taking home one night, they pass the guy that beat her, and she just about screams
  • Once he realizes who the guy is, Zen throws a punch
  • Nobody hurts MC and gets away with!!
  • Zen doesn’t beat the guy nearly as much as he hurt MC (he believes the guy needs to be hurt double what he did to her), but makes himself clear
  • “If you ever so much as look in MC’s direction ever again, I’m going destroy you! The only reason I’m not going to kill you is because I need to be there for her! So count yourself lucky!”

Jumin

  • Jumin is furious
  • Where were her guards?!?!
  • How did this happen?!?!
  • The moment he saw her lying in the hospital bed, barely recognizable, he was furious
  • A few people were fired
  • Her finger was even too swollen to even wear her wedding ring
  • When MC is able to talk again, Jumin discovers that it was actually stolen by the man when she was attacked
  • Jumin has the man tracked down, arrested, gets MC’s ring back, and then goes to see the man in question
  • He informs the man he has fucked with the wrong person
  • You do not hospitalize the love of the CEO of C&R’s life without major consequences
  • A few well placed bribes land the man in the worst prison in the country and the man lives out the rest of his days in absolute misery
  • Jumin tells MC nothing more than, “you never have to worry about him hurting you ever again.”

Saeyoung

  • He brings his laptop with him when he goes to be by MC’s hospital bed
  • The moment Saeyoung hears the name of the guy who hurt her, he begins hacking
  • He ruins the guy quickly, hacking his facebook and phone, posting a picture from the phone of MC horribly beaten
  • “Look what I did over the weekend! :D” the post says
  • He hacks the guys email and sends out nasty letters to his boss, sends dick pics to various female coworkers, etc
  • He ruins the guys financials by buying a shit ton of sardines (his most hated food) and sending it to his house
  • Which he is later kicked out of, when his landlord gets an anonymous email with video of the guy hitting on the landlords teenage daughter
  • 707 ruins the guy in every way possible
  • Then he contacts the guy
  • “Congratulations! You have achieved ‘Hacker God’s Fury!’ Now, you can feel free to try to rebuild your life, but know, I’ll be watching. And if you ever hurt MC or anyone else like that again, you won’t have any possibility of rebuilding. I can and will turn you into a foreign spy committing high treason against the government and have you thrown into the type of camp you only see up North, if you catch my drift! ;)”

V

  • They were at an outdoor market together, browsing, enjoying each other’s company, etc
  • MC let go of his arm for a minute to go grab something from another stall, and suddenly she was gone
  • In the hustle and bustle of the market, he didn’t notice she had disappeared for a little while, but when he did, he started calling out to her
  • Mind you, he couldn’t see, but he still searched for her
  • When he hears the sirens, his heart drops
  • He rushes towards them, confirms it’s MC because she says his name when she hears his voice, and they go to the hospital
  • He’s in tears, blaming himself for this happening to her
  • She’s under a sedative because of the pain, so she can’t speak very well, but she manages to communicate to him not to blame himself
  • V doesn’t know the extent of the damage until a doctor tells him there was irreparable damage to both her eyes and no matter what they do, she will never see again
  • V decides to get the surgery because he knows his condition is treatable and hers isn’t, and when he asks her if it’s okay, to make she won’t resent him, she tells him, “Of course not.”
  • He’s sad he’ll never be able to see her eyes outside of pictures, but once they’ve both recovered, he’s able to take her home
  • He goes back to taking photographs to help build up some good money for the two of them so that they’ll always be financially secure
  • V’s first collection after she’s gone blind actually has all his photos 3D printed, so she can feel the shape of the images
  • The guy is arrested a few weeks after V takes her home
  • When he is, MC willingly testifies against the man, and V is able to do everything in his power to protect her

Saeran

  • Saeran deletes everything about this guy
  • He becomes a ghost
  • He has no credit, no identity, no drivers license
  • Saeran then tracks him down, which isn’t very hard
  • Saeran kidnaps the guy, holds him captive, and tortures him
  • When the guy is on the verge of being broken, Saeran stops and releases him alone in the mountains
  • He then washes his hands of the guy altogether
  • Nobody hurts his MC and gets away with it

Vanderwood

  • Hahaha
  • They wouldn’t find the body
Hunted {BTS Mafia!AU}

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now

Writer: Bom

Word count: 1815

Originally posted by letsbreaktables

Summary:

Y/n finds out about the mysterious ‘Nightwalker’ situation, and is infuriated when neither Yoongi, Youngji, Taehyung or Jungkook will tell her what it is. To their surprise, a known gang from the north has offered to help them in exchange for their own information and Youngji’s sudden disappearance

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•To Build A Home•
Chapter 1
**********


He’s pissed off.

He’s bleeding from the huge gash on his forehead, his bike is in pieces of scrap metal on the side of River road and he’s fairly certain he’s missed his date with Tiffany… Taylor? No, it was definitely Tiffany. So yeah, he’s pissed.

Jughead Jones tucks his scratched up hands deep into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it against the wind, he inhales the familiar taste of tobacco and burnt paper and his shoulders finally slump in exhaustion.

This day sucks. It officially sucks, it’s sucked from the minute he set foot on the construction site to the time he walked into his second home, The Snake Sack Bar, he was tired, he was cranky and fuck if he wasn’t starving.

The blare of a truck horn shakes him out of his pity party, his redheaded best friend sticks his head out of the drivers seat window and grins

“Archie Andrews to the rescue! I’m here to save the damsel in distress.” He pulls to a stop beside Jughead as the dark haired man looks less than amused.

Archie’s eyes turn serious as he looks his friend over
“Seriously man, are you okay?”

Jughead shakes off his concern, he never quite got used to anyone caring about his wellbeing

“I’m fine, it’s my bike you should be worrying about. Look at her, she’s in pieces.” His hands are flailing frantically and Archie snorts

“Pieces doesn’t cover it. I don’t think even your uncle Harley can fix this buddy.” The all American boy drops a hand to Jugheads shoulder and begins to help him pick up all the pieces, throwing them into the back of his pickup.

“Mind telling me how this happened.” Archie treads carefully.

A low growl escapes Jugheads mouth,
“Jason Blossom and his goonies ran me off the road, probably has something to do with Jason taking over his dads construction company, probably doesn’t like that I’m working for Andrews Construction, or maybe they have something against the Serpents.” Jughead shifts in his jacket, the emblem displayed proudly on the back.

Archie snorts bitterly, a dangerous look flashing in his eyes
“Were 25 now, I figured the days of high school competition were behind us, he’ll never get over the fact that I stole quarterback away from him.”

Jughead shuddered at the mention of high school, that had not been a good time in his life and he very rarely revisits that place in his brain. He’s so much different now, ladies love him, he takes a new girl home every night. Gone is the gangly adolescent boy who hid behind bleachers, replaced by a filled out , muscular bad boy that drives all the girls who ignored him in high school mad. Damnit he could be showing that cheerleader Tiffany… Taylor, shit what was her name? whatever, he could be showing her the time of her life.

“I know a mechanic a town over, works real good with bikes. The shops open, I can take you there now.”

This is why Archie Andrews is his best friend, no matter what, they are always there for each other, it’s the way it’s been since they were four years old. Jugheads pressing some fancy satin scarf against the gash on his forehead as Archie mumbles something about Infection. They pull up to Pops Mechanic Shop and Jughead hops from the truck, he’s a bit woozier than he expected, his knees wobbly. Archie shoots him yet again, another concerned glance.

“I’m good dude, now where’s this mechanic you mentioned, I wanna talk to him about..”

He’s cut off abruptly by a distinctly feminine voice

“Archie Andrews, you better not have blown out your breaks again! I just fixed this truck last week.”

Jughead turns quickly to the voice behind him and nearly passes out. (It’s most definitely because of lack of blood, not the sexy creature before him.)

Standing In front of him is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, long tan legs are wrapped up in short denim overalls, a dirty, red rag is hanging from one of her pockets, her feet are tucked into heavy work boots. Jughead lets his eyes trail over her body all the way up to her toned,bronze arms, she’s covered in motor oil and dirt but it only makes that much sexier. her silky blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, her eyes are the color of freshly cut grass and her lips are so perfect it should be illegal.

“Nope not me this time Betty, check the back of the truck.”

As soon as she moves to the back her eyes widen

“Woah, holy… poor baby, what happened here?” For the first time since the conversation started Betty’s eyes are on his, ocean blue meeting meadow green, they linger on his before flickering to the steadily bleeding cut on his forehead

“It’s my bike.. well it was my bike. I kind of.. got into an accident.” He answers dumbly, she can obviously see that he was in accident. Dumbass.

“That needs stitches.”

She speaks so suddenly it takes Jughead by surprise

“What?”

“The cut on your head, it needs stitches, you ripped it clean open. I can fix your bike, gonna take a while but I can get her running.”

Jugheads mind races to catch up with her

“You can?”

“Sure, shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out in the office, Arch I made cookies, there might still be some in the garage if the guys haven’t snatched them all up.”
A flash of red races to the garage, leaving Jughead to follow Betty.

The office is run down but usable,

“Do you have insurance?” Betty asks, her head buried in a filing cabinet, Jughead snorts causing her to look up a hesitant smile on her face.

“No.” the raven haired boy clarifies “no insurance.”

Betty nods, eyes understanding as she hands him a clipboard

“My prices are good, I won’t overcharge you, I can promise you I’m the only one who’s gonna be able to work on that bike.”

Jughead signs the paperwork quickly handing it back and sticking his hand out

“I’m Jughead Jones.”

The blonde chews on her lip for a Monet before taking his hand

“I’m Betty Cooper and I know who you are Mr.Jones” she grins wickedly and he smirks

“Oh really?”

He’s moving closer now, breathing in her air as she steps forward, face dangerously close to his own

“Mhmm, and that why I can say..” she trails off suggestively before taking a huge step back and shaking her shoulders

“I’m only interested in doing business with you, nothing more, nothing less. Your reputation precedes you Mr.Jones. I can’t count the amount of Husbands who come in here and try to sell their wives cars after you’ve broken their marriage up.” She giggled uncharacteristically before shoving his papers into the desk drawer

“So thank you but no Thankyou.” Just as she’s about to leave the room Jughead grips her wrist

“You don’t know me.” He speaks desperately, something about this woman makes him want to get on his knees and beg.

With sad eyes Betty looks down at his fingers holding her wrist.

“No.. but I know your kind.”

He wants to protest but Archie enters the room

“All set guys? Hey Betty, Veronica wanted me to tell you we’re coming over tonight, we’ve got a dinner party tomorrow and she has no clue what to wear.”

“I’ll be home.” The female mechanic smiles lazily.

All three of the adults head outside

“Well arch, I’ll see you tonight and Mr.Jones….”

“Tomorrow. I’ll be back tomorrow.” His eyes drill into hers and for a moment something flashes that he can’t quite catch but she’s quickly turning her back to both boys and walking back to work

“Whatever you say jones, see ya around.”

Archie looks back and forth between his two friends

“Everything okay? Hey if we speed I’m sure we can make it for your date with Tamara.”

Ahh Tamara, that was her name. Jughead stares out the passenger window and watches as Betty gets underneath a car, a wrench clenched in her fist.

“Nah, forget about Tamara. Hey you mind taking me to the ER, apparently I need stitches.”

anonymous asked:

Klance head canons? Please?

Ooooo I gotchu  \(・∀・ )/

  • Lance sings all the time
    • Like, he’ll sing actual songs, but he also has a habit of making his own lyrics whenever he feels the need:
      • L: Mullet man, mullet man, does whatever a mullet can-
      • K: Lance, that doesn’t even make sense!
      • L: Neither does your hair!
    • The others complain, but they all, deep down, actually quite like hearing Lance sing, especially Keith:
      • L: *singing nonsense*
      • K: You have a really pretty voice, you know that?
      • L: *too flustered to speak for the rest of the day*
      • K:  (-_- ) Typical.
  • Keith is a cup: holds things.
    • Literally, anything Lance finds on the ground, be that a cool looking rock or stick, or something he picks up at a strange planet, he hands to Keith to carry
    • It all started because Keith offered to hold something for Lance once since Lance’s pockets were already full (he has like…two that are actually functional) and it never stopped
      • L: Keith can you hold this please? 
      • K: Do I have a choice?
      • L: I mean, you don’t have to…*pulls out the puppy eyes, and Keith is weak*
      • K: Finnnnneeeee…
    • He doesn’t mind that much though, since seeing Lance’s eyes light up whenever he hands him something he finds interesting is so worth it, even if at the end of the day he’s carting around like, 15 pounds worth of extra junk
    • But they’re treasures to Lance, which makes them priceless to Keith
    • He did, however, make the mistake of offering Lance his utility belt after a particularly overzealous morning of collecting, and got the silent treatment the rest of the day because No way in HELL am I wearing something so hideous! And How dare you even suggest such a thing?!
      • Keith wanted to be offended, but imagining Lance in a “glorified fanny pack” (his words, not Keith’s), was too much to handle, so he let it drop
  • Lance’s pants are not actually jeans. They’re jeggings.
    • K: They don’t even have pockets!
    • L: It’s called comfort Keith, look it up.
    • K: It’s impractical.
    • L: Coming from the guy in yoga pants.
    • K: These are LULULEMON YOU IGNORANT SLUT.
    • L: ಠ_ಠ
  • Lance knows Morse Code
      • he learned it as a child after seeing it in a movie, and he and his siblings all used it as a way to communicate after bedtime
      • since they weren’t actually talking to each other it made for a good loophole, and they got really good at conversing that way
    • post Voltron discovery, Lance finds himself tapping out random sentences on surfaces around the ship whenever he’s nervous/stressed/or missing home, as a way to calm himself
    • the others all think its just him being fidgety, but Keith knows
      • he picked it up from watching too many spy movies as a child, and though he never had any siblings to send messages to, Keith found comfort in the fact that he could outwardly insult his teachers/adults without them knowing what he was saying
    • Needless to say Keith knows what Lance is saying as he taps his fingers idly on the table at dinner one night
    • And later on, he understands the questions Lance is asking from the soft taps against his wall (his bed is right next to Lance’s, that’s canon folks-plus those walls are thin as fuck)
    • Questions Lance used to ask his siblings after their parents had tucked them in:
      • You up?
      • Did you like supper?
      • Can I sleep in your bed?  (Lance used to get terrible nightmares, and sleeping alone was a big no-no)
    • And Keith is smiling to himself as he hears these messages, because he can just imagine Lance’s poor parents having to suffer through the irregular knocks and taps, knowing their kids were up to something, but having no proof
    • But then his smile fades, because he knows Lance must be hurting
    • He knows that he’s missing home, and his family, even though he hides it from the others
    • So Keith lifts a hand hesitantly, and taps out an answer to Lance’s first question against the wall that separates their rooms:
      • Yes, I’m awake.
    • There’s a few moments of silence, and then Keith hears a quick series of taps:
      • You can understand this?
      • Obviously.
      • Oh…then: Did you like supper?
    • And it goes on like that, with them conversing without words, with Keith hearing the odd chuckle or two coming from Lance’s room after some of his replies, and it warms Keith’s heart
    • It’s after an hour or so of this that Keith feels bold enough to answer the last of Lance’s initial questions, and he taps out the words quickly so as not to chicken out:
      • There’s room in my bed if you want to sleep over.
    • And he’s holding his breath as he awaits a reply, but the next knocks he hears don’t come from the wall, but rather his door
    • And as Keith gets up to answer it, he sees Lance standing there, pillow in hand, blanket draped across his shoulder, and a sheepish grin on his face
    • And Keith grins back, moving aside so Lance can enter, and the two pass out curled up against one another, warding off nightmares and smiling in their sleep.
      • The next morning the two walk in on Hunk questioning Allura about the mice getting into the walls, and Lance nearly chokes from stifling his laughter
    • Oh boy I actually have a lot for this one, so…be on the lookout for a fic ;)
Numinous [Stop 1]

Summary: (Roadtrip!Au) In which you and the one person you hate get stuck together while venturing across the country in search of change.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst!

A/N: 

  1. Every chapter has a different P.O.V., switching from the reader to Bucky and back
  2. @aya-fay has the key to my heart, thank you for beta-ing this 3 times after I made minor changes every 2 seconds. I adore you.

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Bucky’s P.O.V.

“What?” I could hardly believe my ears, my jaw dropping open instead.

“Get in. Don’t make me repeat it again, or else I swear-” she sounded tired, exasperated, but Lord I missed her voice.

Before she finished her threat, I scrambled to the passenger’s side door and nearly ripped it open, flinging myself into the car with my still heart racing.

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first date with peter parker would include... (peter parker x reader)

hello.

yes, i’m back from the dead. 

and i’m back with a ‘would include’

so, i hope you guys enjoy! love you all! ♡


masterlist 

check out my recent edit over on instagram here!


Originally posted by tomshollandss

(awh)


  • Peter busting through the apartment door excitedly.
  • “May, i need your help.”
  • May making sure Peter knows what exactly he’s doing.
  • running his sweaty hands down his nice shirt, only making it wrinkled.
  • messing with his hair so much that it’s no longer in it’s gelled state.
  • walking up to your front door, almost falling over because of how wobbly his legs are slowly getting.
  • ringing the doorbell and trying so hard not to pass out.
  • and he’s only ringing the doorbell for christ’s sake. imagine him when you walk out the house.
  • oops i spoke too soon.
  • when you open the door, he nearly chokes because of how breathtaking you look.
  • you’re wearing your favorite pair of black jeans, a nice white lace-up long sleeve shirt, and a pair of black booties.
  • i’m sorry i’m so specific it’s just that i really like that outfit.
  • him literally being speechless. 
  • but like, we all knew that was coming. i mean, he nearly passed out by ringing the damn doorbell.
  • smiling as you two walked down the sidewalks of Queens. 
  • you slipping his hand into yours while you two walked.
  • not really wanting to spend your time doing anything else.
  • him still being so flabbergasted that you said yes to this date.
  • finally arriving at the Thai food restaurant.
  • he pulled your chair out for you.
  • aww, ladies and gents we have a gentleman in our hands.
  • him ordering for you since you’ve never tried Thai before. 
  • him trying so hard not to stumble on his words.
  • and mentally high-fiving himself whenever he doesn’t mess up a sentence. 
  • after dinner, you guys walk around a bit.
  • then, you realize you left your jacket at home and it’s getting chilly a the nighttime swallows the September sunset. 
  • rubbing your hands on your arms slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
  • but he does.
  • he shruggs off his jacket.
  • “here, take my jacket.”
  • “no, no. i’m fine.”
  • “no you’re not, y/n. i’m serious, take the jacket.”
  • “but then you’ll be cold.”
  • “i’ll survive.”
  • finally giving into his stubbornness, even though you’re cursed with it too.
  • tugging the large jacket around your body.
  • “thank you, Peter.”
  • “you’re welcome.”
  • finally, you reach your front door.
  • “i had an amazing time tonight.” you say, flashing him a smile.
  • “i did too.” he says, returning the smile
  • you suddenly reach onto your tippy toes and plant a kiss on his cheek.
  • you both immediately blush. 
  • “i’ll see you tomorrrow, Peter.”
  • “s-see you tomorrow, y/n-n.” 
  • as you close the door, you look out the window and see Peter smile widely before walking off.
AOS Reader x Spock - Cipher

Happy birthday, @storiesfromstarfleet

Jen, Jen, Jen, I was seriously empty-handed when I went to bed. I was gonna message you tomorrow and tell you that I owed you a birthday fic when my brain was back online, and then I had this dream.

I literally just banged this out, dear. It’s probably riddled with errors. Also, this is my first AOS Spock, and my first reader x Spock, so bear that in mind. I’m not sure how you feel about tattoos, either.

Warnings: extremely vague (super vague) references to mild sexual activity. Not very angsty, either. I don’t think I even curse in this one! 


Cipher

“You have a tattoo,” Spock says carefully. Dark eyes flicker ever so briefly across your skin, and you shudder despite the heat of the Risan sun.

You shift back, folding your arms into your chest as if to conceal the dark loops of ink that dance gracefully across your ribs. “I do,” you say softly, though it’s hardly an admission - the tattoo has been on display for all to see at the beach. You feel your cheeks burning, which is weird. You’ve never been self-conscious of it; in fact, you hardly think of it anymore.

It’s etched innately into your skin, a familiar, natural part of you. 

“When?” To the uninformed observer, Spock’s voice could be considered sharp.

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katherinem1996  asked:

Hi :] I followed you recently, and I'm glad I did. I like your Bucky cuddle drabbles, and I think you're really talented. If it's not too much trouble, could you maybe do a headcannon for dating pre-serum Steve? Thanks 💜

Thank you, love! You’re too sweet @sarahwroteathing for being an angel and always helping me with everything.)

Dating pre-serum Steve

It started off a little weird. Steve’s been your best friend since you met him. But he was laughing really hard at something you said–so hard he had tears in his eyes. Something bubbled up in you, and you leaned in real close and stole a quick kiss from his plush lips.

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So I just wanna say @roysyesterdayjam thank you and the crew so much for making On The Spot okay man? I’ve had a really shit night, it’s been a hard time for me lately. So I decided to catch up on the last ten or so episodes. And this show never ever fails to make me laugh. No matter how shit of a mood I’m in. And just now I laughed so hard I think I nearly passed out. So thank you so much for this show and the work you guys put into it, cause it really does mean the world to me, and I’m sure a lot of other people.

Too Much - Jaehyun

Ch.1  -  Ch.2  -  Ch.3  -  Ch.4  -  Ch.5

Suggested: Highkey need a Jaehyun scenario where he is a cold, ruthless and flawless assassin and runs into oc in some hilarious way and she refuses to believe he’s dangerous much to his dismay. I just need a super bad jae who goes from cold to annoyed to cute.

A/N: This should be a drama [there prolly is one like this already].
I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure how to go with this?? It’s one of those plots that need a lot of time and development, but- 

Word Count: 1,185


You smiled at the sight of the young girls teasing each other as they folded their clothes across the shop.
The scent of lavender tickled your senses, making you scrunch your nose. The warm tones of the setting sun splashed over the shops tiles and walls.
You gaze darted back to the novel you held, deeply engrossed. Your ears perked as you heard the distant chime of the bell, signaling the earlier customers had left. The silence granted you tranquility, allowing you to escape into the enthralling novel once again.

Several hours passed, the silent clock ticking with each passing moment. It was nearly time to close.
The bell clamored noisily, quick steps making their way toward you.

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Pietro Maximoff supporting his children at sporting events would include...

Requested by anon
“Pietro supporting his children at sporting events fluffiness”

If I’m being honest, I had no idea how to put this into a full one shot, and thought a headcanon would have been easier and sometimes they’re just as good :)

Headcanon / Full Masterlists

small authors note: i gave you and pietro three kids. gender/names are not specified so that is all how your mind picks it up; for the kids i used their ages to specify which one i was talking about and use “they/them” pronouns 

  • Pietro would be so happy his kids like sports
  • It’s even better if they like to run track/cross country
  • let’s say you and pietro have three kids 
  • And, obviously, he is all about the running and making sure to work out because running!is!fun!!!!
  • even if you don’t like it, somehow it get’s passed down to your kids
  • but you don’t argue
  • at least they’re outside being active
  • and not staying inside watching tv shows excessively and on the computer for hours at a time
  • (HAHA who am i kidding my kids will have a tumblr from day one)
  • but they’re making friends from it
  • and they enjoy it
  • and they’re very hyperactive i mean look at pietro he’s hyper in itself of course your kids are like him, too.
  • so it’s getting all that energy out
  • FORGET “SOCCER MOM” he is the ultimate soccer dad
  • because nearly every kid starts out playing soccer (even i did…and now look at me)
  • he will volunteer to bring all the snacks and water for the kids
  • then after the season ends he will throw a huge party 
    • sometimes he gets to have it at stark tower if tony is out of town
    • dont tell tony
    • he cant know
    • BUT THE KIDS LOVE HIM EVEN IF PIET IS A LIL CRAZY
  • he wishes he were the coach but with this superspeed thing it would be hard for the children to understand and he kinda has this whole “saving the world” thing on his shoulders so its probably not the best idea for him to do that
  • but damn
  • he is standing on the sidelines at every game
  • he is screaming for your kids team to get the ball
  • “RUN JUST A LITTLE FASTER, SON, YOU GOT THIS, DO IT LIKE I TAUGHT YOU! YES! YES! KICK IT IN THE GOAL! YOU ARE THE MAN! HELL YEAH!”
  • “pietro please don’t swear in front of the kids.”
  • pietro has gotten so into he’s sworn so much that he’s been asked to leave
  • pietro would be so hype to go to every. single. game.
  • Stark needed him for something? It can wait until after the game.
  • Cap needs him on a mission? He’ll be there once the game is over.
    • “Pietro, your kids will have a million games. You can miss this one.”
    • “They aren’t going to be this small ever again, I’m not missing the game. You are not my top priority, my kids are.’
  • fast forward a few years so we can talk about other sports than soccer
  • all throughout elementary school the eldest kid decides to stick with soccer and is really good at it
  • the middle kid ends up deciding soccer is not for them and picks up a bat ready to frickin hit that ball out of the park even if they are super small they still get home runs, and the youngest decides they like basketball.
  • and just because pietro is getting older does not mean he is getting any less hype. he will be hype all his life. he is pietro maximoff.
  • more years pass because there are more sports options as you get older so:
  • lets say now you and pietro have a sophomore (15-16 y/o), a eighth grader (13/14 y/o), and a seventh grader (like 12?)
  • in highschool the eldest is still sticking with soccer because they’re a fast runner and are really good, plus a bunch of their friends are still on the team and its really fun
  • BUT THEY ALSO DECIDE THEY WANT TO RUN CROSS COUNTRY
  • pietro almost cries when they come home saying they want to join the team
    • “I’ve been waiting for this day to come”
    • “dad, are you crying?”
    • “He’s just happy, dear, you know he loves to run.”
    • “but it’s…it’s just cross country…I’m not even on the team yet.”
    • “Let him have this…it’s better that way”
  • AND YOU THOUGHT PIETRO WAS INSANE WITH SOCCER? YOU HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN HIM AT A CROSS COUNTRY MEET. HE IS THE ONE YELLING THE LOUDEST FOR HIS KID, CHEERING THEM ON, SCREAMING WHEN HE CROSSES THE LINE
    • “yn i am so fucking happy they like running wE CAN ENTER MARATHONS TOGETHER BABE”
    • “im happy for you pietro”
  • and when the middle child is in 8th grade (13/14 y/o) they make the baseball/softball team 
  • so now they’re not in a random team outside of school this one is with the school
  • pietro loves to help throw the ball for them to hit back and run around the backyard
  • yes, the child and pietro have broken so many windows you have found non shattering glass
  • they still break it
  • but hey thats how the kid hits the home runs
  • the amount of balls on your roof though
  • there are so many
  • one day it gets to window out and everyone is at the table eating dinner and all the sudden like fifteen balls go past the window
    • “DAD THEY’RE BACK! WE CAN HIT EVEN MORE NOW!”
    • “please stop hitting them on the roof”
    • “THATS HOW WE KNOW THEY’RE GONNA ROCK AT THE GAME, YN, LET US HAVE THIS!”
  • there is no stopping pietro
  • okay and your youngest child is not as into sports as the other two, but really likes basketball
  • they don’t want to be on the school team, they like the community team better and have more friends there
  • the youngest is more introverted and quiet and at school, very shy, so they like to do a lot of reading and writing and you best bet they have a wattpad and a tumblr and an ao3
  • so when people from school hear that the youngest maximoff will literally scream on the court, no one believes it because no one from the school is on the community team and doesn’t think young maximoff is capable of screaming
  • one day they’re invited to play at recess 
  • and damn, young maximoff makes everyone’s eyes go wide when they get on the court
  • because they have skills
  • young maximoff knows what they’re doing
  • young maximoff will call someone out if something is wrong
  • young maximoff is not afraid to yell
  • young maximoff is a really good shot
  • but dang when recess is over and they go back to being their shy selves, people still want to talk to them and get to know them
  • and before they know it, young maximoff is asked to play basketball everyday
  • PIETRO IS SO EXCITED
  • BECAUSE HIS BABY IS FINALLY GETTING OUT THERE AT SCHOOL
  • EVEN IF THEY AREN’T ON THE SCHOOL TEAM, WHO CARES
  • THEYRE STILL PLAYING AT LUNCH
  • AND PIETRO IS SO EXCITED TO HEAR ALL THE STORIES FROM YOUNG MAXIMOFF AND THE SPORT
  • to wrap this up pietro loves his kids and is so so so so so so supportive and loves to watch them run around the field (or on a track) and is very pleased.
  • now he’s just waiting for the day one of them comes home saying “uh, mom, dad, i can run…really fast…like dad…”
  • because bruce told them since the power is in pietro’s dna it’s a possibility that the kids could have the power, too
  • but until then, you and pietro will watch from the sidelines with big smiles on your faces
  • pietro is soccer mom™
  • doctor: why don't you exercise more often?
  • me, internally: if i exercise wearing a binder, it will constrict my lungs and make it nearly impossible for me to breathe during physical activity. if I'm exercising outside and it's hot, the extra layers I have to put on to conceal the binder could cause me to have a heat stroke and pass out. however, if I don't wear a binder, it becomes almost impossible for me to use the local gym. the combination of facial hair and visible breasts puts me at risk of violence or sexual assault no matter which locker room I use. plus, if I don't bind while I exercise, I won't pass. getting misgendered depresses me and triggers a very intense dysphoria that has led me to contemplate suicide in the past.
  • me: lol i dunno, just lazy i guess :)
Rehabilitating A Broken Heart (1)

Bucky x Reader AU

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an arrogant asshole. He loves parties, girls, and having everything revolve around him. After a horrific car accident that causes him to lose his arm, he’s sent to physical rehabilitation where he meets Y/n, a spunky, takes no shit, physical therapist that has Cerebral Palsy. There, a strong connection forms and she shows him the ropes of living a normal life with a disability.

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, drinking, bucky’s an asshole

PLEASE READ THE MESSAGE AT THE BOTTOM, IT RELATES TO THE STORY, THANK YOU

Chapter 1: Going Into the Light

I loved taking care of my body. I loved working out. I loved eating healthy. I love the amount of sex I received from any willing woman. I had needs and more than enough women we’re willing to provide themselves to me. It’s not like I’m using them, per say, I allow and give them enough pleasure to satisfy their needs, but I always needed more. I needed teeth and tongue without having to worry about the girl getting attached.

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How the Red Stars Made Me Proud Today

  1. Alyssa Naeher - The absolute heart of the match. She believed in her team the entire game. Never say die.
  2. Arin Gilliland - So fast on the flanks and quick to get back on defense whenever the courage tried to counter.
  3. Katie Naughton - A HERO. That goal-line clearance was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. She’s grown so much as a player this season and she came up big when it mattered.
  4. Sam Johnson - Worked as a rock on the back line and helped hold off the counter attack time and time again.
  5. Casey Short - Aka “Not Today Taylor Smith.” An absolute work horse all game long. Superb defending, never quit.
  6. Sofia Huerta - Battled it out in the midfield/on the flanks all game. Sent in some decent crosses and worked to spring the offense.
  7. Danny Colaprico - So scrappy. Played knock-for-knock with the physical North Carolina side. Refused to be pushed around.
  8. Julie Ertz - Tackle master. Fought for the ball whenever it was in her vicinity. Determined to win the ball back whenever she had the chance. Defended well when her teammates needed help.
  9. Vanessa DiBernardo - Fought it out in the midfield. Kept her head up to look for the opportunity to launch the counter. Was involved in the offense, nearly had a goal.
  10. Jen Hoy - Didn’t get to play as long as her teammates but worked hard to create chances for her team at the top of the field. Nearly had a goal within the first few minutes of the game.
  11. Christen Press - All over the field. Played offense and defense, filled the gaps and made herself useful anywhere on the pitch. Turned on the turbo boost that nearly lead to a few goal opportunities.
  12. Yuki Nagasato - Entered the game in the second half but tried to change the rate of play. Made smart passes to her teammates and connected passing sequences. Kept her head up and looked to connect with Press up top.
  13. Alyssa Mautz & Stephanie McCaffery - last minute substitutions but gave everything they had in their short time on the field.


Listen, I was just as saddened by the result as anyone else, but just because they lost doesn’t mean that they didn’t play well. They fought hard but just got out played. It happens. Good teams lose. But what makes them a remarkable team is that they play hard and handle loss well. Like Julie Foudy said, making it the to playoffs in several consecutive seasons is not something to be ashamed of. Nor should it be ignored. The Red Stars are a quality team, today just wasn’t their day. They have the heart to bounce back from this and use this semi-final as motivation next season. I’m proud of them & I think everyone else should be too.