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anonymous asked:

Hey! Your blog is so great! I love to read it very much. Can I request: MC's new boss is sexualy harassing her. She can't leave her job, because it's very important to her, but don't know what to do and is afraid to ask help of RFA + V + Saeran?

Hope you like it! ^^


RFA + V and Saeran react to MC being sexualy harassed by her boss


  • You came back from work feeling like shit, even if he was tired himself, he always knew when something was off with you.
  • “How was work, babe?” “Meh, just normal… I’m going to sleep now, ok?” hmmm, not even a smile? Yes, something was definitely wrong
  • He would let you take your time,  so he went to shower, ate something and only then he went to the bedroom
  • Only to find you sobbing from crying, he ran to you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Zen, you’re so right… all men are wolves, all men… are…” “Hey, hey… why are you saying that now, MC?”
  • You told him about the new boss, the way he trapped you at your desk when nobody was looking… the way he looked at you, you never felt so ashamed of your own body like you were then… “You’re right, Zen, you’re right! I’m too nice to men, right? I’m the problem, they think I’m sending theses… signs and…”
  • “MC, what are you saying? This isn’t your fault at all! Don’t this to yourself… I… I don’t really think you’re too nice to everybody, you’re just… you, and if people take it on the wrong way, they’re the problem. Your boss is a fucking problem! So where do I find him to fix this problem?”
  • “Oh… oh no, Zen, please. Let’s calm down, I… he’s my superior and I don’t want to lose my job, I like my job, Zen!” “MC, I’m sorry, but I won’t let this happen. What if he does again? With you or with some of your colleagues?” he was right, today was you, who could it be tomorrow? “Okay… what do you suggest?” “I have something in mind, but you’ll have to be brave for this!”
  • Your boyfriend, having women like the biggest part of his fanbase, announced a campain on his Tripter account, asking his fans to write on a paper all the abusive and objectifying things they heard from bosses or male co-workers and post a photo, the hashtag made a huge success and he posted on his own account a photo  of you holding your own paper with what you heard.
  • His fans, being the stalkers they are, soon find out where you worked, they gave bad reviews to the company all over social media and threat boycotting the company, they would take the bad reviews once the guy was fired. And that was exactly what happened.
  • You had no idea his fans could be so supportive to you, and you made sure to thank all of them through a video he also posted. “Zen is an awesome person who wants to make all the women in his life acknowledge their own strength.  Thank you all so much!”


  • He was aware of this new boss being a douch, you would always trash talk the guy when you’d come home.
  • But it was mainly things related to work. But then he heard this: “And you should hear what he talked about my skirt, Yoosung! Really…” “What did he say about your skirt, MC?”
  • “Hum? Oh, something like ‘you keep coming dressed like that and I won’t take responsibility on what I’m going to do with you, foxy’ ugh… such a douch, right?”
  • Douch wasn’t really the word he was thinking, and your bluntness about that was… pretty concerning. “MC, we had a seminar at college about sexual harassment last month, you do realize that what he did to you is a crime, right?”
  • You sighed deeply. “Yes, I’m aware of it. But what can I do? He’s my boss! You know what happens with girls that make a report? They lose their job, some bosses are bad enough to make sure they never find a job on similar companies… it’s fucked up as it is, there’s nothing I can do except trying to be away, and I swear I’m trying, okay? Don’t worry!”
  • But he did worry. How could he not? You wouldn’t be able to keep the guy away forever and… oh, he didn’t even dare to imagine that, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
  • Hell hath no fury like a Yoosung protecting MC! He had to make sure you wouldn’t suffer any retaliation, so he send anonymous reports to the HR’s company telling he knew there was a potential rapist working there, and if they didn’t something about it, he would go to the press.
  • When they apparently didn’t take it seriously, he sent what he knew to some shitty tabloid, who actually accused the guy directly of being a rapist. It didn’t have any credibility, but having the company’s name associated to such a low publication like that… there is such a thing like bad publicity, indeed!
  • The guy was fired after all, Yoosung never told you that he was the responsible for it, and you never told him you knew he did that. It wasn’t really necessary keep talking about this when you’re too busy being happy.


  • She’s a woman too, she knows how to recognize the signs of a girl uncomfortable over something like this
  • The shame after being cat called on the street, the concerning about wearing some clothes thinking how they can be used as an excuse if something happens to you, the embarrassment, the guilty… even if it’s not your fault?
  • Jumin Han had a lot of problems about boundaries when she used to work for him, but he was always respectful and intimidating enough not to let anybody even try something with her, who knew one day she would feel bad that you hadn’t the same luck as her?
  • But you have someone even better! An amazing girlfriend who happens to be a black belt in judo and can teach you some personal defense techniques!
  • And if it wasn’t enough, maybe you should consider changing jobs? “But, Jaehee… what if I’m not good at anything else? At least I’m kinda successful there, I don’t know if I’m good enough to… start all over again…”
  • “And do you think I was 100% sure about leaving C & R and starting my own business? Of course I wasn’t, MC! But I had to take the risk…”
  • “I don’t know if I’m brave as you are, Jaehee…” “Well, a very wise woman told me once that it’s not about money, you have to pursue happiness.” “She sounds kinda naïve…” she giggled “You said that, MC!” “Oh, right… yeah, I’m pretty naïve, maybe that’s why this guy keeps coming to me…”
  • “Stop right there! It’s nothing about you, MC! This man is a jerk! And the way I see it, you are unhappy there, so get out! You’re smart, you’re talented, you will find something that suits you pretty soon.”
  • And a few weeks later, you were starting as a barista at her cafe. And you didn’t have a boss, you had a partner, how cool is that?
  • But you couldn’t stop worrying about other girls that worked there, so you made a formal complaint, endorsed by other women who worked there, most of them secretaries Jaehee kept contact with, she knew this could be useful eventually.


  • You didn’t tell him, you were scared because you knew what kind of things he could do.
  • He would, idk, buy the company and make you president of it and the guy your secretary. Yes, this was exactly what he would do! And it would be so weird and senseless…
  • But you couldn’t control the gossip on his own company, he overheard some employees talking about that guy who used to work at C & R and got promoted at the company you were working.
  • He remembered the guy, he had to come to press telling C &R wouldn’t condone with women being disrespected and the guy was withdrawn for undetermined time, Jumin didn’t even know he quit during this time and was  already working somewhere.
  • He didn’t think nothing like this would ever happen to you, but he was curious and casually asked about it. “W-why do you ask?” your voice broke as soon as you opened your mouth.
  • “Nothing in particular… I was just curious, do you know him?” “Yeah, we’re at the same department.” “He is your co-worker, then?” “More like my boss…” Hmmm…
  • “MC, is there something I should know?” “N-no?” “MC…” how did he do that? He was collected and calm, his voice was monotone, he wasn’t doing anything rather than saying your name, yet you felt like he could see right through you…
  • “Jumin, I… I don’t want to talk about it…” you didn’t need to “As you wish, MC.”
  • The next day, you went to work and just saw the guy’s room empty. “Have you heard? He got fired and left the country. They say they found some things about him on his previous job at C & R…” one of your colleagues said, you definitely didn’t want to know what those things were.
  • Jumin made the HR department strict their criteria on hiring, he could never let a guy like this enter at his company again and treat the female employees like that. Oh, he did the same with the new company he bought, the one you worked (but no, he didn’t made you the president, much to your relief)


  • You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back from work, you were quiet and he could swear he heard you crying in the shower, this was bad…
  • What could it be that bad that you wouldn’t even talk to him? He needed to know, he needed to help you!
  • He knew violating your privacy once more was wrong, but seeing you like this was breaking his heart, so he hacked your phone.
  • And what he found made him almost punch one of his precious computers, those gross texts from that guy along with a dick pic… that was awful!
  • And when he remembered this guy was the one you’ve been talking about, that weird dude who just got promoted. Saeyoung lost it!
  • “Don’t be mad at me, please, but I hacked into your phone and I saw the texts. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I… was afraid and ashamed, how would you react if I told you my boss sent me a photo of his dick?” “I would be pissed at him, not at you!” he hugged you and comforted you “I’ll make him pay!”
  • “No, Saeyoung, NO! I don’t want to lose my job!” “Hey, he won’t know it was you, don’t worry… we have to do something, MC, today it’s just a dick pic, tomorrow he can be much more direct, you know what I mean?” both of you were sick just to think about this…
  • So Saeyoung just sent the conversation to a person in a higher position than the guy, along with a threat: “If you don’t do something about this, I swear I’ll let everybody know about those contracts” and he sent a copy of what else he found.
  • Next day, the guy was fired, and you got his job. Saeyoung swore he had nothing to do with that and he had proof! He showed you the emails your superiors exchanged talking about how you should have been the one promoted at the first place.


  • He knew something was off. You were acting as gloomy and distant a… well, himself.
  • He couldn’t ask you, he was afraid he might be invading your personal space or something like this.
  • But this was torturing him, you were coming from work sadder and sadder everyday.
  • So ironically, he invaded your personal space and followed you to work.
  • Only to find your boss touching your hair, his eyes rovering through your body, and what’s more agonizing: your uncomfortable expression.
  • He didn’t even think, he just caught himself over the guy punching him. “Saeran, stop it! Please!” you cried.
  • “Don’t you see she does not like it? Or you actually enjoy she’s not liking it, you fucking creep!?”
  • “Saeran…” your voice took him aback, he promised he would never let you see this side of him again, but just remembering your uncomfortable face made him see red… he tried to calm down.
  • “I’ll tell you what, asshole. If you don’t quit right now, I’ll make sure to erase this company from internet. I want to see what kind of business survives these days if they can’t be found on Google. Don’t think I won’t wreck this just like I did o your gross face!”
  • “Saeran, don’t do that…” “You are smart and competent enough to find another job wherever you please, MC. But I won’t let this guy stay in the same place with you, so It’s his choice…”
  • “Fuck this! You’re not even that hot, and your boyfriend is a freak! I’m out of this!” “Wise choice, and you’re half right on there, buddy. She is that hot, she is the hottest, actually, and yes, I’m a freak! A freak who will fucking whoop your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!” the dude went away, letting a trail of blood from his face.
  • “I’m sorry if I scared you now, it’s just… I can’t stay still letting someone treat you like this. I hope you don’t lose your job because of me…” “I’ll be fine as long as I have you” and you hugged him, he was so relieved you could not see him blushing right now.


  • He overheard a conversation between you and probably one of your co-workers.
  • “Yes, he tried to make a move on me again! Yeah, I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t care, he said he’s the boss and I got to do what he says! I… I don’t know, but I’m pretty scared right now…”
  • He’s so mad, but in front of you he just smiles bluntly. So you two keep at that, both of you know something is really wrong, and just keep smiling trying not to worry each other.
  • But he won’t stay still knowing something bad can happen to you anytime. However, he’s really smooth.
  • So when he stopped by your work to bring you lunch, everybody liked him, even your boss, who invited him to a drink at his office.
  • “You’re the only man in your department, I suppose…” “Yeah, but it’s not as great as it looks, most of these girls are ugly, and the only decent one is pretty dumb, but hey, these are the best type, right?”
  • “I wouldn’t know, I can’t really see.” “Oh, sorry, dude. But yeah, there’s a girl here who’s very hot, but she plays hard to get, you know? It’s only a matter of time, wait and see.”
  • “I already told you I can’t really see.” His voice was low. “But there’s something here you don’t really need eyes to see. That very hot girl is not into you and she has a boyfriend, and you are a sexist jerk who’ll step away from her and from any other girl who works here if you know what’s best for you.”
  • “Or what?” V moved fast, placing his cane against the guy’s balls “Or else I’ll destroy these, since they are the only thing that you can count on to feel superior. Don’t test me.” And he got out of the office, letting the guy squirm in pain.
  • You never knew what made the guy finally back away, but deep inside you knew it had something to do with that day. He never denied or confirmed either.

this is literally 1,500 words of andreil almost-fluff based on this text post by @foxxhole​. i’d apologize except i’m not really sorry :-) 

here it is on ao3.

Neil opened his eyes slowly to a sun-filled room. It was bright out, clearly past his usual rising hour, and for a moment it worried him. For that moment he didn’t recognize the room; couldn’t name the country he was waking up in, let alone the city. It was natural to force the panic to settle by looking around the room, picking up specific memories from objects placed strategically in view of the bed. As Neil scanned, forcing himself to breathe normally, the world pieced itself back together again in front of his tired eyes.

On the dresser at the far end of the room was a framed photo of the Foxes’ first championship win, Neil’s first year on a Class I team. From there his eyes drifted slowly to the the bedside table, where there was a familiar set of keys – the keys to the house in Columbia – placed close to him for this exact reason. Just above, hanging on the adjacent wall, was Neil’s jersey from his first professional Exy team, when he played for New York. At the end of the bed was a cat, Sir, and the memory of taking him home rose to the surface of Neil’s mind. The last movement was a natural progression. It was instinct that came from going over this same list every morning.

But when Neil rolled over to check the other side of the bed, it was missing. The last piece had been removed from the board before Neil could manage to finish the puzzle. He looked back at Sir, at the end of the bed, and it was almost ridiculous how long it took his mind to finally make the connection.

Andrew wasn’t beside him.

Instinct told him to panic. A feeling of dread washed over Neil’s body like a tsunami devastates a city.

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A while back I was asked about what my favorite wincest fics are, and here they are! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! Check out my other wincest fic recs for more of my favorite stories ( x , x )

Non AU

This Is My Kingdom Come || 10k+ || Mature || Completed

“On Sam’s face he saw the map of his universe, map of his personal heaven and his personal hell. Map to Dean’s salvation and to Dean’s damnation.”

Sam gets hurt during a hunt and Dean takes care of his brother in all the ways he can.

The Proposal || 742 || General || Completed

Just a wincest drabble

Based on a post by nothingtobeseenhereipromise

Another Hunt || 1k || Mature || Completed

John is on another hunt and leaves the boys alone in the Impala to keep Sam out of harms way. Little does he know what his sons do behind his back.

Normal 101 || 700 || Mature || Completed

Having the hots for your little brother is normal right? right? Dean mulled this over in his head a lot. So when Sam starts getting a little touchy in his sleep, Dean is about to go insane.


Insatiable || 900 || Mature || Completed

Sam is actually just insatiable. Dean is still pretty young and tries his best to keep up with his horny brother’s needs.

Glowing Embers || 3.5k || Explicit || Completed

Out in the woods on a camping trip, Sam and Dean can’t keep off each other despite their Dad being a mere two thin layers of nylon and a very short distance away.

Their ages aren’t specified in the fic, but in my head Sam’s about 15 here, and Dean about 19.
There are some firsts here but their first real foray into incest occurred one week before this fic takes place.

Intimacy || 3k+ || Mature || Completed

5+1 times the Winchester men took a shower together. Takes place season one and prior. 


Forced || 32k+ || Explicit || Completed

John Winchester has never been Father of the Year - especially to Sam, who he blames for Mary’s death. He finally crosses the line and comes unhinged when he finds out his boys are sleeping together, and poor Sam cops the full force of his rage, forcing Dean to take his baby brother and hit the road to save both their hides.
The damage is already done, though, and Sammy has some pretty serious wounds - mental and physical. He’s just starting to get himself together in the safe haven of Sioux Falls when John tracks them down, determined to finish what he started, and Dean is forced to do something drastic to protect his baby brother.
(No spoilery warning details here, beyond that it was written for a hardcore Big Bang. I can tell you it’s complete, though…)

Shotgunning Without The Front Seat || 1k+ || Not Rated || Completed

Dean is just a teenager who likes weed. Sam is just a teenager who likes his brother

I Need To Make It To The River || 6k+ || Mature || 3/?

When Sam Winchester was a baby, his mother Mary was murdered and her husband John quickly became the prime suspect. In his Kansas hometown, always the outcast, John was falsely accused of his wife’s death, so he took his son and fled town, living a life on the road…until now. It’s summer time and John decides to stay with one of his old Marine buddies and mechanic, Bobby Singer. Sam’s life changes when he meets the handsome green-eyed boy who works there.

The Time Traveler’s Brother || 44k+ || Mature || Completed

  His whole life, Dean Winchester travels through time, forwards and backwards, but he always comes back to Sam. Dean doesn’t believe in destiny, but if it does exist, his is Sam. This story is inspired by Audrey Niffenegger’s The Time-Traveler’s Wife.

Impolite || 1k+ || Explicit || Completed

Punishing Omegas via sex in public is banned. Alphas are allowed to spank them, though. And Dean gets very turned on whenever Sammy spanks him.

If It’s Red, Drink It || 99k+ || Explicit || 29/?

The day Azazel’s son turns sixteen years old, there’s a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel’s birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad’s home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town’s mechanic and Azazel’s enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad’s foe.
What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel’s mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.

Set-Up || 2.6k+ || Explicit || Completed

Dean gets jealous when he sees some guy’s hands on his brother. He decides to remind Sammy who he belongs to.

The Boy Who Sees Lucifer, But Don’t Call Him that || 1k || Teen And Up || 2/?

Sam Winchester has known the man, only he sees, since he was born. Lucifer, but don’t call him that, it boosts his ego too high.

anonymous asked:

The fight in Siberia ended differently--the shield damages the suit so badly that Tony is trapped inside of it, helpless, especially since he d never told anyone where he was going, and is stuck there not knowing if he was going to freeze to death in a metal coffin of his own making. He still has nightmares about Siberia even later, well after the tteam is back together and Tony can be Iin the same room as the shield without hyperventilating. The team still has no idea what happened in (cont)

(Cont) in Siberia and Steve and Bucky never thought it still affected Tony the way it had–until Wanda loses control of her temper and takes it out on Tony, making him witness his worst fear AOU style, only this ttime it’s not his dead team mates he sees–it’s his team mates standing around him, doing nothing while Steve slams the shield into him over and over again. (Gen, Stony, Stuckony, up to you just lots of team and Tony feels)

“Admit it, Stark!”

“There’s nothing to admit,” Tony said. He was re-thinking his decision to join the team for movie night; he should’ve guessed that Wanda would accost him the second he walked into the room, but his brain had been buzzing with formulas and he hadn’t been paying attention until it was too late.

Wanda narrowed her eyes. “You did this on purpose,” she insisted shrilly. “You told them to write that - that filth! No one else would’ve done this. It had to be you.”

“I did not. I don’t control what the media writes. That’s the honest truth,” he told her. And he wasn’t lying, though he doubted Wanda would believe him. He’d warned all of them time and time again to be careful what they said outside of the Tower. ‘The walls have ears’ and all that nonsense. He couldn’t help it if Wanda hadn’t listened.

“Wanda, come on. Let’s just watch the movie,” Clint said, sounding a little awkward.

“No! Not until he admits it!”

“I didn’t tell them!” Tony said.

“You’re lying!” Wanda screeched. “You always lie and I’m tired of it!” Her hands glowed red. Tony flinched back, heart racing, but it was too late. “Let’s see how you feel when people find out one of your secrets!”

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Response to That "Decepticons Helping Humans in Rescue Bots" AU thing
  • Nurse Darby: Starscream... what do you have in your hands?
  • [Starscream shows what's behind his back]
  • Human: WAUAUUGHH!!!
  • Nurse Darby: Starscream! Where did you-- put him down! Down!!!
  • [Starscream starts to open his claws so the human drops to the floor]
  • Nurse Darby: Gently...!
  • Starscream: But he's squirming..!
  • Nurse Darby: You heard me!
  • Human: HUAAUUUGH!
  • Starscream: [cringe] I can hear HIM too.
  • [Starscream gently places human on ground, who scrambles away behind June]
  • Human: That... that HUGE freaky robot TRASHED my lawnmower!
  • Starscream: Yehk. Is that what you call it? Looked more like an abomination to me. Doesn't matter, it's scrap now.
  • Nurse Darby: Starscream! Why on Earth did you abduct this man and destroy his lawnmower?
  • Starscream: While I was making my rounds, I saw this human and his machine on a patch of grass. But upon my second pass, he was driving down the road! He couldn't have been going more than 5 miles per hour, however LOCAL speed signs that were CLEARLY posted indicated 25 miles per hour. He was obstructing the flow of traffic, and placing himself and OTHER humans in a potentially hazardous situation! It was so incredibly foolish I just KNEW I had to intervene.
  • Nurse Darby: ... Were you really driving a lawnmower on the road?
  • Human: W-well my next job was only like a mile away!
  • Nurse Darby: That's still a decent amount of time to clog up the road, sir. Normally, if a cop saw you, they would probably give you a ticket. Though I really wouldn't know. Here, let me see that scratch...
  • [Knock Out comes in]
  • Knock Out: Oh. It's YOU. The human in that slow-moving contraption.
  • Nurse Darby: So is this a typical thing for you, or what? I swear. Don't you have a truck you can put that thing in?
  • Human: Well its not like I'd need to any more, cuz HE totalled my mower!
  • Knock Out: Did you really?
  • [Starscream shows what's in his OTHER hand]
  • Knock Out: [whistles] Yeah, I can't fix that.
  • Nurse Darby: [sighs] Starscream, did you REALLY have to destroy it?
  • Starscream: [scoff] When HE didn't heed my warnings to get off the road, I knew I would have to use force--
  • Human: --I always wear ear protection when I mow!
  • Starscream: -- but then, THIS hunk of scrap exploded! Disgusting, green, organic mush rained down upon me, staining my paint, streaking my windows, squishing between even the tiniest of gears...
  • Knock Out: [scandalized gasp]
  • Starscream: It even smeared all over my landing gear... Oh, it'll take a WEEK to get the stuff out of my vents!
  • Knock Out: He's right you know. I'll pencil you in right before tomorrow's 2nd shift.
  • Human: What about my mower?!
  • Nurse Darby: I don't get paid enough for this...

******Please BOOST******

After a day or two of not sleeping, vomiting, and crying, I have come to a conclusion. I will no longer shed another tear over this. I am holding my head high. A fire has been lit in me. I woke up and drew this morning. This was the outcome. So:

For anyone who as ever doubted me, for anyone who has tried to discredit me, to anyone that has ever been bullied online, to any artist that as been mistreated or slandered, to everyone on Tumblr. Let it be known that I AM an artist. That I DO NOT trace artwork done by others. I have used poses from other work before and for that I am sorry. Going forward I will no longer do that, however I have NEVER stolen anything from anyone. I have never cheated anyone. I am a human being. I am not perfect. No one is. No one is so perfect that they can cast judgment on another human being that THEY DON’T know. Here is a step by step process of a piece that I was inspired to do from the recent events that have transpired here. This will be my final post on this site, but it will NOT be my final artwork.

That being said, here is what I do:

I have an app called magic poser that allows you to pose 3D models just as you would a wooden art doll. I have 2 drawing apps that I use. Procreate is what I normally use to sketch out drawings in pencil and Adobe Draw is the app I’ve used recently to ink my drawings and color them. So in some form, yes I trace, but it’s my own work. Every artist big and small, digital or classic pencil and paper does this. It’s no secret. I use adobe draw because I love the bright colors it provides me and the lines are crisper.

Above you see this process.

This is a stand against individuals that want to stop artists from sharing their work with the world. This is stand against cyber bullying, this is a stand against slander and lies. This is for any aspiring artist out there that is being told they aren’t good enough or that they aren’t truly drawing “100%” their work. When you draw fan art of a character from an anime or video game etc, are you a thief because you’re drawing a character that doesn’t belong to you? I mean where do we draw the line? Would that make everyone an “art thief”?
No. It doesn’t. If someone used a pose from something I did, as long as it was a different character and it was done in their style, I would feel honored that I inspired someone. I know I don’t speak for everyone. Going forward, I will not do this anymore. Just to stop any confusion or situations like this ever happening again. And finally… to the fake @prompto-loco page:

If this does not convince you then I’m sorry. I am wasting no more energy on you or that page. It has proved nothing. Will prove nothing. The only thing you accomplished was opening my eyes to so many people that support me that I didn’t even know. I gained followers, patrons, and have had an outpouring of love and support that I could have never imagined. So I thank you, from the bottom of my heart for doing this for me. You inspired me and lit a fire in me that I haven’t felt in a while. I’m about to do some amazing things. Please enjoy the URL. I hope it makes you feel some since of accomplishment. I’m sorry that you wasted so much time and energy trying to hurt me, but it did the opposite. I won’t stop drawing, and I will continue to push forward. Just a warning, you violated the terms of Tumblr. You took drawings that I did and vandalized them while trying to prove your point. They have been notified and are in the process of handling you. If they don’t, that’s fine. Keep the page. It’s no skin off my nose.

This is my final post on tumblr. I love you all and I thank you so much for your support. If you enjoy my art, I am on other social media platforms. You can find me there. You are going to see some truly amazing things from me. Just you wait! Much love to all of you. Remember, use your energy for good. Use your time for positivity and lifting others. Not trying to tear them down. There’s enough bad in the world. Be good.

And to my Artists out there, don’t ever let anyone try to rain on your parade.


The REAL Prompto-Loco.

“May I?” Lady Lunafreya asked. She held out her hand.

“Are you… offering to heal me?” Prompto asked, hesitant. Everyone was watching him. He shifted nervously and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. “I’m really grateful but, uh. No thanks? I’m not hurt. But—but I appreciate the offer!” The last thing he wanted was for the Oracle—for Noctis’ friend, the person who had pushed him to meet Noct in the first place—to think him ungrateful.

But Lunafreya didn’t seem to hear. Her arm didn’t waver. “Please.”

Everyone was still watching. Noctis, with his head cocked to the side. Ignis, quietly observing. Gladio, arms crossed, making sure nobody got too close to the Oracle or the King. Prompto didn’t want to be the odd one out.

Lunafreya’s hand looked warm and inviting. So he took it.

Within seconds, Prompto was doubled over, something acidic and awful falling from his lips.

The sensation of throwing up had always been unpleasant.

This was awful.

Despite all that, Lunafreya clutched his hand. Her grip was surprisingly tight, even as Prompto bent over, his free hand on his knee in a last ditch effort to stay upright.

He heaved and heaved and heaved. All he saw was black.

And through it all, Lunafreya held on.

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anonymous asked:

Do you still make NH fanfics? I really miss your writing.

I have quite a number of wips in my drafts, but it’s been difficult finding inspiration and motivation to finish them. I am still working on them just- very, very…. very slowly. I’m sorry I haven’t written anything for them in a while! You’re always welcome to send me a prompt! Otherwise, I highly recommend checking out @utsus for your NH fic fix! In the meantime, here’s a piece from spy au I was writing so long ago! (Unedited, so sorry for any mistakes!) 

The hallway is quiet, almost unnaturally so. The plush carpet soaks up any sound her heels and his shoes would’ve made and the loudest presence on the floor are the ostentatious wall sconces that brilliantly light the simple, but expensively furnished hallway of the hotel. The silence and the stillness are both a blessing and a curse.

Naruto gently taps Hinata’s shoulder and when she looks back at him, he hand signals whether or not she can see anyone coming. She closes her eyes, refocuses, and when she opens them again, the lenses that Tenten designed specially for her activates. She scans the hallways and peers around the corner but the only heat source she can see is Naruto at her back, though she doesn’t need to see him to feel his presence. He’s close enough that his front almost touches her bare upper back, the crisp folds of his suit gently ghosting over her skin.

She signals back. Coast is clear. And then she leads on, her eyes guiding them to their target: Room 511. She hates being in the open like this, even if the carpet and the walls render them both noiseless. It amplifies the sound of the hammering of her heart and the beats of her breath- but she knows that is adrenaline heightening her senses and sending her blood rushing. She focuses herself, clearing her mind until cool and sharp rationale grounds her again.

Naruto lifts a hand, brushes his palm against her bare shoulder, and squeezes gently in support before letting go. The brief connection comforts them both, when they’re so close to their goal, when they cannot afford to make a mistake now.

She freezes and he knows she’s seen someone. 

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Rescue (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: can u do a Bellamy imagine like murphy takes u instead of jasper and use prompts 7 & 15 and the octavia and clarke realise why bellamys fighting so hard for your safety and that’s prompt 10 like yeah pretty much that whole scene though thankyou xx

A\N: Sorry this took so long to post, I had it all written but my phone crashed and it never saved :(( Hope you like it, i hope it’s okay that I changed a bit of what happens in this so it’s not exactly the same as the episode\scene xox

Originally posted by bellrkebby

Warning: Swearing, violence 

As you walk inside the drop ship, an eery feeling washes over you. Something bad is going to happen. Brushing the thought away, you were ready to meet your best friend Jasper, ready to have your daily session filled with gossip, jokes, terrible puns and your obsession with Octavia’s older brother, Bellamy. Suddenly, the loud grinding noise of the large door startles you as it begins to close. When the noises stop you hear a plethora of shouting coming from outside, and you recognise Jasper and Ravens voice calling your name. You bang your fist on the cold metal and let out a sigh of relief when someone knocks back. But before you can speak, a voice has you snapping around.

 "Didn’t mean to frighten you, princess.“ Murphy apologises, sitting down on Ravens work table. You cringe at the nickname but think about the real problem at hand. 

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anonymous asked:

Please don't compare autistic people to animals. It's super not cool.

I’m assuming you’re referring to this quote from the ask about pigeons and parrots.

“And if your mom is prepared for that and able to deal with what amounts to an autistic 5 year old with wings who can scream literally as loud as a jet taking off and bite through a broom handle for the next 60-80 years, then awesome!
More parrots deserve a home that’s actually prepared for them!”

And I am sorry if that was offensive to any one. Another friend pointed out that it might be, so I went back and made the following edit to the post, immediately following the paragraph above.

“(Before any one gets concerned, I am autistic! I do not describe parrots this way as an insult. The similarities are just glaring to me, and if the thought of living with an autistic human child is upsetting, you should really rethink getting a parrot.)”

I stated at the beginning of the post that I’m not good with words either. 

Writing is the way I communicate most eloquently. I literally can’t talk like this vocally, unless I’ve spent HOURS practicing.

If I don’t mean any harm by it, I often can’t see how it could be hurtful, and I depend on more socially adept followers and friends to take me aside and point things out when I miss them.

I did not make the comparison for shock value or to degrade any one.

I am autistic. 

The similarities are genuinely glaring, to me.

I see myself and other people like me in every complaint I have ever heard some one make when they got rid of a parrot.

“It’s too loud!” “It destroys EVERYTHING!” “It won’t let me cuddle when *I* want to!” “It won’t stop plucking!” “I’m scared of it.” “It’s food/toys/housing/care/ is too expensive!”

All leads to:

“I don’t want it anymore!”

Parrots are BRILLIANT! 

Not only are they incredible mimics, but they are amazingly mechanically adept! They LOVE puzzles and climbing and they need TONS of time and mental stimulation! Space to play and forage! Toys they can destroy with out getting hurt. The company of some one that understands their needs and their behaviors.

They are adapted to live in HUGE flocks! Screeching that carries for miles keeps them in contact with each other.

Screeching is not bad behavior for a parrot. It’s just calling out to see if some one will answer.  Cockatoos especially genuinely NEED loud, excited time!

Humans that vocally stim are not misbehaving. They NEED to make noise to express emotion.

Expecting a parrot or the humans who need to vocally stim to keep silent all the time is TERRIBLE for their mental health! It stresses both unspeakably to bottle that up, especially if they are loud because they’re happy or excited!

Loud time is necessary, and people who think they want a parrot have to be ok with and prepared for that. 

Parrot’s thick, powerful beaks are designed to cut, crush, and splinter. They eat hard nuts, tough fruits, and many species chew through wood to make nest holes. They even use their beaks as an extra hand to climb.

They are not being bad when they bite.

They don’t usually mean to bite hard. But human hands are fragile, and biting hard enough to hurt is really easy to do by accident.

I accidentally put one of my elementary school teachers in the hospital by running up and hugging her as tight as I could. 

I didn’t mean to hurt her. I was just SO overwhelmingly happy to see her, and it didn’t dawn on me that I even could have.

People who think they want a parrot need to be prepared for the fact that they don’t innately know how hard is too hard, or that they can hurt their handler without meaning to.

Scared, cornered parrots can inflict a LOT of damage attempting to defend themselves or their eggs from The Scary Thing!

They aren’t being bad when they do that either.

It’s usually a misunderstanding. 

Bird warning signs are just not intuitive to humans, and when we want to touch a pet, we tend to insist the pet be ok with that when ever we want them to be with little to no regard for its comfort.

You guys have NO idea how afraid I was of the neurotypical kids who seemed to go out of their way to harass me, bully me, and kill or destroy things I liked because my behavior was not normal.

They’d be friendly one second and hateful the next, from my perspective, and not knowing what to expect made me skittish and defensive and withdrawn.

People that think they want a parrot need to be prepared to learn to understand enough of its behavior to know when it’s receptive to interaction and when it’s overstimulated pr afraid and needs its boundaries to be respected.

You also need to understand that all parrots tamed by imprinting are at least some degree of mentally ill.

Mental illness and neurotype are not the same thing.

There is nothing wrong with an autistic person. We are healthy people whose brains process and store and retrieve information differently from what is more common and thus considered typical.

Mental illness is usually caused by physical or emotional trauma or neglect.

Let’s start with the fact that the vast majority of parrots do not get to live their lives as parrots.

They are removed from their parents and raised by humans, which is, let me remind you, genuinely necessary for them to be safe to handle in captivity.

Imprinting, as stated in the post, does not just make an animal think you are its mother. 

A birds entire species identity is conveyed through imprinting. “This is what you are, this is your social structure, these are your normal behaviors, this is what you eat, how you live, what you should be sexually attracted to.”

Parrots raised by humans think that they are human because that’s what imprinting does.
But all of its instinctual urges will be parrot, and they will not match the thing it has imprinted on, which leads to a LOT of the miscomunication that stresses the bird and overwhelms the owner.

Humans don’t imprint, but I can tell you from experience that there is a disconnect between the way neurotypical and autistic humans think and process and interact with the world just drastic enough that it makes it hard to communicate effectively, despite being the same species and speaking the same language.

It’s incredibly frustrating, and with out any indication that the other can understand you, you just… give up and withdraw. 

People who think they want a parrot need to understand that a withdrawn bird doesn’t hate them and isn’t being bad. Its attempts to communicate have failed and it has given up.

An understanding of psitticine body language will go a LONG way to prevent this issue.

Most pet parrots live functionally alone and spend most of their time confined to their cage. They may never see another bird of their species, or even another bird, period, in their lives.

Look at most parrot cages on the market and the species they are marketed as suitable for.
Most parrot cages are just display stands, barely large enough for the bird to stretch its wings out all the way, never mind flying or climbing or engaging in any natural behaviours!

And keep in mind that these are wild animals, less than ten generations into domestication.

Adapting to confinement takes GENERATIONS of selective breeding, and all ethics aside, parrots just haven’t had the TIME!

An intelligent, intensely social animal used to traveling great distances, spending a lot of time foraging and relying on chewing to get almost every comfort met from food to nests will hallucinate, pace, tear up its enclosure, lash out at its handlers, and eventually self mutilate when deprived of all social interaction, mental stimulation, physical activity, and behavioral outlets necessary to reduce stress.

Sound familiar?

Parrots don’t get to choose who they live with. Autistic humans don’t get to choose who they are born to or who becomes their care taker.
And the consequances of willingly or accidentally failing to meet their needs are STRIKINGKLY similar.

I am sorry if that is offensive.

I was not drawing attention to these parallels to say “Parrots are terrible because they are like autistic people!” 

I am pointing them out as food for thought to remind people to respect that their needs are complex, not especially intuitive to the typical joe, and if you want one, you need to be prepared to spend the next 60-80 years doing your best to keep the commitment you made to meet them all.

How some ppl presents villainous characters and how this makes me triggered af

Oh my.. why am I doing this…It’s going to be so full of my hate. I’m sorry. Don’t take it too seriously.

  • So, I’ll begin with Dr. Flug. The most annoying behaviors (for me!!!) that ppl give him are:

-OMFG CINNAMON ROLL INNOCENT OMFG DOn’T HuRT CAuse i’m so cute chubby cheeks omfg UwU UwU uwusomuch CINNAMON BUN MY liL Son I LuVH HIM SU much <‘3

- i want bh to tear me apart with his cock and i want him to suck at me i’m so dirty i made myself some dildo cause scientist do this in thier free time

- omfg i’m so sassy, i’m so good at sex, i’m fucking more evil than bh wtf have you though. Whatever that canonically i’m such a mess and i can’t even live normal. It’s just a disquise. wanna smex?

  • Now BH (of course he’ll be taking most of this post’s  space because whole fandom wets thier underwear at dapper man):

- hi my names sex machine, i have tentacles and shit wow and they’re here because of fandom. I can shapeshift and i got weird mutant thingies that i can control, it’s practically canon that i have also tentacles lol wanna smex? i like to sex

- i fucc flug and i know a shit ton of sex poses. i read kamasutra to my morning coffe on my bear-carpet near my warm fireplace. did i mention that i fuck flug? he likes/dislikes this (you can choose dear author/artist) cause i’m so evil and he’s into that but he will not admit it. cause i’m hot af. and i fuck him without any reason. just because. and i hurt him. rrrrlyyyy baaaad. cause he’s such a bitch.



- (EDGE LORD WARNING) I eat souls of the innocent. “I’m back In black”. I’m so evil, I eat humans and i love the taste of blood. I’m an animal in a suit. Don’t come near or i’ll eat your feet.


  • Now, long forgotten deviantart oc- Demencia:

- literally i have no character in myself because author is in unhealty love with other characters so i’m just a drudge

- i’m cute and innocent. and i also don’t have much character in me. Canon can go to hell. I’m really quiet only because author does not want to let me talk or just can’t get along with my canon behavior. Thanks to god that 5.0.5 can’t talk. Author is not worried about paying attencion to him.

  • and lovely 5.0.5 :

- i’m not even included 

- no character at all

- author can’t draw me so they refuses to include me anywhere, and this is the reason they tell you when you ask why I’m not anywhere to be seen 


- ultra cuteee omfg, we are sooo in loveee, UwU flug is such a cinnamon roll and bh is soo nice to him omfg. they are b-b-Bo-BOYfriends omggg so kyath OwO U//w//U bh is going to beat u up if you even look at his flug CAUSE HE LOVES HIM SO MUCH biah >33
- abusive. just abusive. so abusive that even you feel abusived. there’s nothing nice. art may be good, but content is so negative, you want to cry and you don’t like it at all. it’s just too much. 

[tbh 2nd one might be the closest to canon-like paperhat if it ever be a thing (no it’s not going to be) or at least we all need to admit that this stuff IS ABUSIVE. Look at them. Flug is fucking anxious 24/7 and BH is a fucking demon with low temper. It’s never going to be something good…
But PLEASE… It’s just a fiction. Whole show is a fiction- but this ship is even more fictional… So I beg you to not make this ship so realistic. We do fiction, so let’s make this more fictional and do this a little bit… nicer? Idk… It just sometimes hurt on the inside when I see how crazy stuff ppl can draw/write/just do… I mean… ugh… fuck it. forget this.] 

Of course you can do whatever you want guys! As I said: It’s my opinion and I know It may be a beggining of hating on me.
Tbh I just started to write this whole post to my gf and It ended up so funny to me, that I decited to put it also here.
Sorry if I triggered anyone. You have to live with the fact how my opnion looks like, or just forget it and go on.

Getaway Part Two C.H

Anon: Hey loveeee, I was going to ask if you do au’s? cause I was wondering if you could do an gang!calum imagine where you’re a getaway driver and you’re the best that there is like the new movie baby driver and he gets interested in you?


A/N: Remember Parts will be posted every Friday until this series is over! If it gets to 100 notes before Friday, I’ll post it sooner! Also, this story will always be written from Calum’s point of view, because things get more interesting that way. Assume it’s Calum’s P.O.V unless stated other wise.

Word Count: 2,000 +

Warnings: Drugs, detailed murder, abuse, gangs, violence, profanity, smut

Part One



Calum’s P.O.V

I walked out of my room and into the dining hall where everyone was located. They all looked at us expectantly, “We gathered somewhere around 500 thousand dollars, which is more than what we needed to collect back, so that’s good. Gregory is dead, I’m going to say it straight out, and so is his family, we took what we needed and left.” I said to them and some guys started getting riled up.

“You should have taken all of it!” They screamed at us. I glared at everyone and watched them go crazy. “Enough!” My voice boomed throughout the whole house, and Y/n jumped and looked at me. I looked over to her, “What?” I asked as she just chuckled and shook her head.

“You guys need to shape up, and stop acting like whining children, we took you guys in, and we treat you like family, but we will not hesitate to kill off someone who might jeopardize us. If we took it all, the police would have known something was up.” I shouted throughout the house.

The guys sighed and wouldn’t even look at me anymore, “Look at me while I speak to you.” I said in a low tone as I scanned my eyes around the room to make sure people are looking towards me. They lifted their eyes and made eye contact. I smirked, “Good, now you are all dismissed, do what you were doing before, and don't go into our room for anything other than an emergency.”

They all nodded and I motioned Mike, Luke, Ash, and Y/n to come into our room again. They followed me and stood around the beds, except for Y/n, she lied down on mine. “So, what are we going to do?” Y/n asked.

Luke looked at her, “What do you mean? What are we going to do about what?” He asked in confusion. Y/n sighed and sat up on my bed, “Calum wasn’t just lying out there, it’s true, you guys took every last drop of money, the police are going to go investigate when they realize they aren’t doing what they normally do.”

Ashton urged her to continue and she rolled her eyes, “The kids wont be going to school, police will make sure nothing is wrong, the parents wont go to work, their friends won’t see them, their family members will get worried when they don’t answer their phones, and don’t visit or shit like that. I’m just saying we should come up with a plan.”

Michael snapped his fingers, “What if we just call the school and stuff to tell them the kids are moving, we’ll also tell Gregory and his wife’s work places they moved so that’s cleared. Gregory’s parents were killed in a gang fight, and his wife was an orphan until she left, so she doesn’t know her parents. We just have to call the schools and shit.”

Y/n nodded, “Ok, I’ll call the schools, you guys just do some other shit.” She said as she walked out to most likely go into her own room. I sighed and sat down in the spot where Y/n sat. Ashton chuckled, “Man, you already miss her?” He asked.

“Why would you think that?” I asked back. Ashton just chuckled, “You sat in the exact spot where she was, and rubbed the space around it. I also saw you stare at her until she was out of view.” I groaned, “Stop it you guys, this isn’t funny. But, I do really like her, I have for a while if you didn’t notice earlier.” I rolled my eyes with a hint of a smile.

Luke rolled his as well with a huge smile, “Oh we noticed, you always talked about her, and always stared at her, and made sure she didn’t get hurt, and-”

“Shut the fuck up would ya Luke?” I asked with a groan and the guys laughed at me. “Alright man, calm your tits.” I snorted, “Yeah, yeah. Ashton, could you call the jobs, you’re the best people speaker.” He nodded and took his phone out and walked away.

“Alright boys, I think we actually got this under control. We’ll actually pull this thing off.” I cheered as Y/n walked in and cheered along with us. “Yeah! Now why are we cheering?” She asked.

Mike chuckled, “We have everything under control, and all fixed, so we celebrated a bit.” He brushed it off as if it was nothing and she nodded. “Nice, glad things are actually working, we’ve never actually taken so much before, so it's a nice change for once, actually getting more than what we needed.” I nodded along with what she was saying and Ashton came into the room with a huge smile.

“They bought it, this was way too easy I swear.” He sighed, “But I think we should keep an eye out on Tommy, I saw him talking to someone on the phone, and it was weird. He kept on talking about how Y/n was getting closer to us, and how her and Cal have been getting super close. He said something really quiet, but all I could pick up was something about kidnapping, and holding her hostage. He also was talking about how we got more than what we told everyone. He can’t be trusted anymore.”

Luke shook his head, “Well, we’ll just have to make sure he isn’t doing anything to jeopardize us in anyway.” I spoke up next, "If we have to kill him, so be it. He doesn’t seem like the most loyal anymore, and if anything happens to Y/n, hell will be raised and I’ll dance on Tommy’s corpse after I’m down with him.“ I looked at Y/n.

“That means you should be careful, people from other gangs will do anything to get to us, and if someone else notices that you’ve become closer to us, they’ll try and take you out for sure.”

Y/n scoffed, “Thanks Cal, but I think I can handle myself.” She teased with a small smile as I sighed, “This is serious Y/n, until we can figure everything out, please just be more careful with who you talk to and trust ok?” I asked and she confirmed.

“Don’t worry your pretty little ass off about me Cal, ok? I’ve got this under control. I won’t talk to people I find shady, or anyone here ok?” She asked as she rolled her eyes and smiled at me. I smirked back at her.

Yeah, and how did you know my ass was pretty?“ I asked as the boys coughed awkwardly. She walked around, and circled me, all while staring at my ass. She stopped when she was right behind me, and smacked my ass. It startled me and I jumped.

"Hm, seems nice and firm to me.” She smirked and the boys cracked up. I growled and pounced on her. We fell back onto my bed. I growled, “Only I can say things about your ass. You can’t say anything about mine when you’ve got the best ass I’ve ever seen.”

I slapped her ass and groped it in my hands, all while I was still laying on top of her. The boys laughed, “We’ll just, you know, get out of here. And uh, let you guys, have some alone time.” Luke laughed and could barely get his words out. When the boys left I slammed my lips onto hers in a desperate attempt to kiss her.

She moaned into my mouth and I smirked. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I rubbed her ass and squished it in my hands, switching in between hands. Y/n’s moaning was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard. I could listen to it all day, and I loved the fact I was the one who was making those sounds come out of her.

I reached my hand up and grabbed her breast through her shirt. She moaned again and reached down for my hard on. I moaned into her mouth as she squeezed me through my pants. I pulled away from her. “Take off your shirt.” I said as I reached to undo my belt and take off my pants. She removed her shirt and noticed my erect penis popping out of my boxers.

I noticed she wouldn’t stop looking at it and smirked, “Like what you see babe?” I asked and she looked up and smiled, “You know,” She said as she flipped up around and straddled my waist, her bra covered chest in my line of view. “I’ve always wondered what it felt like to feel your dick inside of me.” She purred and I groaned.

“You don’t say babe?” I asked as she started grinding on me. “Because I’ve always wondered what these beautiful things looked like up close.” I said as I placed my face in her chest and started peppering kisses. She undid her bra and I smiled when she started lifting my shirt over my head.

I leaned up, and started kissing her neck slowly. I traveled my mouth from her neck, to her jaw, then her lips, and back down to where I started. I began sucking hickeys in her neck and she arched her back, shoving her breasts into my bare chest.

I flipped us over and pulled her pants down, and her underwear came down along with it. I started down at her and she squirmed around, “Come on Cal, I’ve ben waiting for ages.” She exaggerated as I nodded. I leaned down and kissed the inner parts of her thighs, missing where she wanted me to be.

She growled, and bucked her hips up to my face. I lifted my head up, startled and chuckled, “Desperate aren’t we?” I asked, and immediately delved into her core. I licked up a long strip and stuck my tongue in her hole. I moved in and out motions, I did that for a little bit until I starting eating her away completely. I rubbed her clit at the same time and she moaned out in pleasure.

“Cal, Cal don’t, don’t stop Cal, I’m almost there.” I pulled away and quickly shoved down my boxers. I gave myself a few pumps and put a condom on from my dresser draw, then I lined myself up with her. “I want to be inside of you ok?” I slammed into her and moaned out. I put my face in her neck and sucked hickeys on her and I slowly moved in and out of her.

“Calum, faster,” she sighed, and I started ramming into her. I tried to control my moans and hid my face into her neck once more as I slammed myself deeper and deeper into her.

I could feel her clenching around me, and assumed she was close. “Are you close Y/n?” She nodded and I sighed, “So am I, just a little bit longer ok?” I asked and she nodded. I rubbed her clit and went even faster than ever into her. Her moans bounced off the walls and were loud. Louder than before.

“Calum, I can’t- can’t hold it anymore.” She said and I nodded, “Go on, let go, I’m there too.” She gasped and clenched tightly around me when she came. That squeezing caused me to let out a low moan and release into the condom.

I sighed and slid myself out of her. I pulled off the condom and threw it into the trash. Y/n got up and used the bathroom, then came back with a towel. I cleaned my dick, and my bed, then we both lied back down on the bed cuddled up together, just like we did every night.

Suddenly, a really loud bang rang through the house and we jumped apart. The boys rushed in and Ashton shouted, “We need to do something, we’re under attack!” Another loud booming sound rang through the house and we all ran out to see what was going on. We looked out the window and saw a bunch of people from Tyler’s gang outside.

“What the fuck are people from Tyler’s gang doing outside, shooting our house?” I screamed in anger. “Hey everyone listen up!” I screamed, since everyone was running around. “Calm the fuck down, and get your guns out! Get ready to have a good old fashioned shoot out!” I screamed as everyone cheered.

I turned around and looked at Y/n when I heard her cheer along. “Oh, no, you are not getting to shoot this time. This is the most ruthless of the gangs we have to fight against, and no doubt they’ll take you and hold you hostage.” I said as she sighed and rolled her eyes, I pulled her back into my room.

“How do you know they’re the ones who want to get me?” She asked back with her hand on her hips and I sighed. “I don’t know that, but I know that I don’t want you to get hurt in a shoot out!” I argued and tried to persuade her to stay in. “Please, just stay in today, I don’t want you getting hurt, or even killed, not after I just got you to be with me.” I pleaded and grabbed her hands to show I meant what I said.

She sighed, “Ok, fine, but if you’re not back inside within an hour, or I see either you or the boys, getting hurt, I’ll come out and raise hell just like you know I will.” She crossed her arms and pouted with an angry face.

I cooed, she couldn’t get any cuter. “Stop being so cute, but yeah, I know you’ll raise some shit if one of us gets hurt.” I smiled at her. “I’ll be out there, I just have to get my gun. Come on boys!” I shouted and we all got our guns and ran outside.

“We’ll be quick baby, don’t worry. We’ll be fine.” I said as I kissed her and ran outside.

Let the shoot off begin.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I sent a prompt but my old, stupid iPad is playing up so you either didn't receive it or received it 12343 times, lol. It was: Kara travels to a new Earth and meets the second incarnation of Supergirl, who is also Kara and Cat's daughter. This experience inspires her to reveal her feelings to Cat. Thank you!

Kara knows it’s probably dangerous, but when she was overwhelmed by the weight of responsibilities and expectations of her Earth, she’d bring out Cisco’s device and hop worlds for a few hours. At first she just checked in with Barry on Earth-1, but eventually that got to be no better. When she’d show up there, she’d end up helping with whatever mess he’d gotten into lately.

And it’s not that she didn’t like helping, Barry was a friend and a good man, and Kara was always glad to help out. But he didn’t usually need the help, and it seemed to turn into trading one set of responsibilities for another. Not exactly the restful escape she’d been thinking of.

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motorcycle ~ jonah marais

a/n: so i got the inspiration for this imagine from today when i was driving down the highway and i saw this couple on a motorcycle and the dude driving tried to take off his jacket but the girl made him keep it on because it’s dangerous to ride a motorcycle without some form of long sleeve so she forced him to wear it and idk i just thought it was so cute because it showed that she really cared and she like helped him put it back on and then he looked back at her and they kissed and stuff and were both all smiley and my heart melted so yeah that’s basically what this is kinda gonna be about

warning: acts of mental/verbal abuse and mentions of physical abuse:///

“what are you doing?” you asked travis as he was trying to take off his jacket at the red light you two were currently stopped at. 

“taking my jacket off, what the fuck else does it looked like!?” he yelled back at you, taking you by surprise since he had raised his voice so much at your simple question that was asked out of complete and utter concern. 

“you can’t,” you argued with your boyfriend on nine months, trying to push it back onto his shoulders, only for him to snap at you even more. 

“no!” he yelled over the loud noises of the cars passing by. you didn’t know why he felt the need to yell since you could have heard him perfectly at a normal speaking voice but you were definitely not about to ask. 

“please, will you keep it on?” you begged but only earned a scoff from him in return as he took his jacket off and stood up a bit so that he could sit on it. “it will protect you! if we were to crash and you weren’t wearing it,” you continued to argue, but little did you know that a huge bomb was about to go off that would change your life forever. 

“for fuck’s sake!” he yelled, quickly driving straight through the red light and into the gas station parking lot that was just ahead. the sudden movement of the vehicle without warning caused a moment of pure panic for you since you did not expect it, so you were not holding onto anything. you quickly lunged forward and wrapped your arms around travis’ torso to prevent you from falling off.

“i’m not going to crash,” he sassed once he parked the bike and jumped off, leaving you sitting on the motorcycle, still very confused. he pulled his helmet off of his head (which he had never buckled in the first place which only added to your fear of him getting hurt) and held it against his side with his forearm. 

“get off,” he said, as if it was the most casual thing in the world. 

“why?” you asked, confused as to what was making him force you to get off. you were in a bit of a rush in the first place to get to his parent’s house, so you didn’t quite understand why he pulled over so suddenly. 

“oh my god,” he huffed, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair that was longer than most guys’. “is it that hard to understand? get off of the damn bike!” he screamed at you, causing you to jump off of the vehicle immediately, only for him to hop right back on. 

“what are you doing?” you asked as he started up the motorcycle again as soon as you were off. 

“leaving your ugly bitch ass,” he chuckled before pulling out of the parking lot, leaving you on the curb of a nearly abandoned gas station with a dead cell phone and no sense of direction. (ONE DIRECTION HAHA) 

tears welled up in your eyes as the situation began to set in. the man who you loved had just left you in a place where you aren’t familiar with absolutely nothing. 

although you would never admit it to anybody but yourself, heck, you wouldn’t even admit it to yourself before this instance, but travis was incredibly abusive. never physically, well, except for that one time that you tried to block out of your memory. other than that, he was just mentally and verbally abusive. you felt bad for using the word ‘just’ knowing that it was still a big deal, but you had never realized how much it affected you until now. 

you sat on the curb by where he dropped you off, just thinking. as much as you wanted to cry, just to let it all out, the tears wouldn’t come for some reason. you felt them prick at the corners of your eyes but they were never fully there. kind of like your love for travis. 

after about fifteen minutes of sitting on the curb, feeling completely raw and empty inside. after that amount of time, you stood up and decided to at least try to find your way back home by walking in the direction that you came from. however, just when you started to do that, you remembered that you lived with travis. you couldn’t go back there, hell no. although you ended up walking that way instead, not wanting to accidentally run into travis if he had happened to stop up the road a bit. 

“oh god, i’m so sorry,” you heard a mumbled voice say just after your left shoulder had collided with something else, which happened to be the right shoulder of a boy who looked about your age. you weren’t going to lie to yourself, he was gorgeous. just the look of him made your heart beat just a little bit faster. 

“i-uh-” you stuttered, trying to find words of the english language to spit out. “you’re fine. it was probably my fault anyways,” you blushed after tripping over your own words. the tall boy bent over to pick his longboard up off of the ground so that you two could engage in conversation. 

“i’m jonah,” he smiled, sticking his hand out for you to shake. 

“y/n,” you told him, returning the smile.

the two of you ended up walking in the direction jonah was originally coming from, which was probably incredibly inconvenient for him but he didn’t seem to mind. the two of you clicked instantly, talking about absolute nonsense. you tried your best to avoid the topic of relationships just because you wouldn’t know what to say. however, you did really want to know if he was taken. i mean, how couldn’t he be? look at him!

“so, um,” he started, clearly about to change the subject. “can i have your number?” he asked. “that is, if you aren’t already taken,” he smiled. 


also sorry if i don’t post much the next few days, i’m with my grandparents for my grandpa’s birthday so i hope ya’ll understand

queen-of-fools  asked:

If you don't mind sharing, what exactly happened with the failed Morriga sigil?

I don’t mind sharing - I just got lazy because I’ve told this story before lol.

Heavy UPG warning!

So basically it was me, Icarus ( @draconicastralguardian ), and my other friend (call him Tryq, Idk) hanging around my place one night (at like 2 - 3 a.m.?). This was when we were teaching Icarus how to do energy shields, then he made a dragon and went to the astral and I was like, well fuck, I feel left behind lol.

But anyway, me and Tryq were talking about how he thought Morriga was messaging him in his dreams but he couldn’t remember anything. So we were like, okay, let’s try to get in contact with her. And okay, but how? And we went with a sigil, because at the time that was my Huge Thing (being “thesigilwitch” and all). 

So we came up with a sigil together. I drew it on his back, charged it up, and we waited.

And slowly, we started to notice some changes in the room - all of us, not just me, not just Tryq; even Icarus off in his astral space felt it. It was already pretty dark because I had just a floor lamp and no ceiling light, and it was pretty late at night, but it was like blackness was creeping along the edges of my vision. No matter what way I turned it was still there. And the atmosphere got HEAVY. Like we could feel it weighing down on our shoulders, and we all got really quiet and nervous.

Then one of us, can’t remember who, went, “maybe the sigil was a bad idea, because I don’t think it summoned Morriga, but the shit she hangs around with.” And as soon as that was brought up, we realized it to be true. So I cancelled out the sigil, and told the things hanging around to leave, and slowly they did. The heavy feeling started to dissipate, the shadows left the edges of my eyes. Things basically went mostly back to normal. And I was tired.

That’s not really where this story ends, though.

I went outside to have a smoke, because I was tired and fuck it all, and Tryq went with me. And I was standing by the back door, looking towards the gate. I started to feel that heavy vibe again, this time a bit more malicious, but it wasn’t as intense as it was inside. There’s a street lamp just on the other side of the gate, lighting shit up, but I still saw this shadow on the other side of the gate. So I walk over, open the gate, and nothing is there, nothing blocking the lamp light that could cause a shadow. I kinda deep sighed, shut the gate, and went back to the patio door. 

Then the latch on the gate started rattling, like something was trying to open it to come in. And I was just like 872 degrees of done at this point. So I said something like this to it: “Hey man, I don’t know what you are or what you want, but you gotta go. You’re not wanted here, and honestly I’m too tired to deal with you properly. But this is MY house, and I don’t want you here, so you better leave, or I swear, I don’t care how tired I am, I’m gonna crack down on you, and it ain’t gonna be pretty.”

And then I saw the shadow fade, and the heavy vibes and maliciousness left. And I was even more tired.

Later on, when Icarus discovered his godphone abilities, he did manage to get a hold of Morriga. She made a comment about the sigil, saying it was “cute” and a “nice try,” but advised trying to do that particular thing again.

And that’s how I learned not to summon deities with sigils, at least not on their own, or at least not Morriga, lol.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I don't know how to start asks :D I was wondering what other ships you'd be willing to write about? Also, maybe a Radmond fic where the two are stuck in an awkward situation? Loveyourstories:3

First of all Nonny, same. I never know how to start asks so don’t worry ‘bout that! As for the ships I’m willing to write about… Get out your pen and paper kids, time for some notes! 

Keep reading

Anything is allowed?

I feel like I should add a few warnings before saying more. Today’s GMM involved breathing noises, hallucinations and hyperventilating - all of which may disturb some people. I will discuss these things in this post, because they were the theme of the episode.

I have a severe panic disorder diagnosis, and although it in my case manifests mostly as an inability to leave my home, I definately have had panic attacks before, and I know how hyperventilating normally makes me feel. I also have severe social anxiety, which in turns means that I have literally stopped breathing when I heard someone walk outside my door in an apartment house. I could say breathing is quite problematic for me.

When I first realized Rhett and Link were going to perform a breathing exercise in order to induce hallucinations, it didn’t sound like a good idea. In fact, for a split second I was annoyed by the idea that people would do something like this on purpose, when there are so many people who’d give anything to never experience another panic attack.

But then, I remembered that learning to control your breathing is a way to actually learn to control your panic attacks. I’ve learned about correct breathing in physiotherapy, and my mantra in “you can always breathe”. I’ve done breathing exercises to relax and ground myself before, and this is just another way of grounding I wasn’t familiar with before.

At first I thought R&L were overexaggerating their sensations for comedic reasons, but since the tingling feeling during hyperventilating, like what Link described, is so familiar to me, I think they were really experiencing all of those weird things. I know your mind easily drifts away during relaxation sessions, so Rhett’s quarry fantasy was probably authentic - at least until the two sheriffs got involved. I couldn’t help but wonder if Link got uncomfortable with losing control like this - I think he started commenting his sensations in order to not completely lose it at the most intense moment. Letting go can be difficult, even without the cameras.

The whole experience seemed to be pretty intense. It was hilarious how they were so drained after, and couldn’t even spin the wheel. And in More, Chase had to direct the conversation with the instructor because the guys were just babbling, when usually they are so talented at having an informative conversation with their guests.

I may actually try this myself despite being specifically told not to by Rhett. I’m open to trying anything if it relieves my anxiety or helps me ground myself. But I’ll leave out the candles, dj Breath and the guy with halitosis and a bundle of smoking sage stuffed in his mouth.

anonymous asked:

Please rank the twelve gowther in order from most beloved to cursed

you got it, anon! sorry this is late, finals have been eating me alive.

in order from most beloved to most cursed, here is my personal Goat Ranking. i took looks, personality, and overall plot significance into consideration.

1. Sin Gowther (Most Beloved)

the gentle goat we all know and love. it’d be illogical to put him as anything but first place: nothing can beat the original. plus, he’s the reason all these other gowthers exist.

2. Maid Gowther

good, kind, and pure! maid gowther just wants to read books, learn about new things, and spend time with his gf. i’m (metaphorically) crying right now thinking about maid goat. plus, he looks very cute in this outfit. 

3. Armando

very iconic, super hilarious, and a good substitute mom to pelliot. he deserves more appreciation, especially since a-1 decided to replace his existence with That Other Guy Who Ranks Much Lower On The List. i really liked how gowther’s debut in the series was totally misleading re: what his character was actually gonna be like. plus the recent revelations of how gowther’s appearance is actually based on his own mom- just like he took on the appearance of pelliot’s mom as armando- have me shook.

4. Commandment Gowther

a very confusing gowther, seeing as we don’t know whether goatdad was always dictating his every movement or not. i feel like default commandment gowther (without goatdad puppeting him) would be similar to current gowther, seeing as he didn’t get his emotions until the ancient war. he gains points because i’d been waiting forever to see gowther in that setting, it’s interesting to see him acting more animated than he would normally, for jorts, and for “Baa ♡”. he loses points due to the confusion factor and the questionable vest where his nips are out.

5. Meldor Gowther

not my favorite look for the goat (way too much hair), but he had some really cute scenes with nadja, so meldor gowther ranks here by default. meldor gowther got to ride a horse, hair blowing in the wind- truly living the dream. i also love how meldor’s hair is the very first thing gowther gets curious about after reading the book. it’s a really cute detail that was probably just used so gowther had a chance to show off his hair changing ability, but i love it regardless.

6. Fluffy Haired Nerobasta Gowther

VERY CUTE!! his hair looks very soft and fluffable, and looks really good with the boar hat outfit. gowther hasn’t done much in this look, but it’s a really pretty one and i hope he uses it again in the future, even if it’s just for fun or pretty hair purposes. sidenote: he’s really distressed at the time he uses this disguise. someone please hug the goat.

7. Armor Gowther

not an ideal Look for gowther at all…he has to wear this thicc, spiky, horned suit of armor every day of his life in order to keep his powers under control. he can’t fit in most buildings, or allow people to admire his hair and cute outfits (that i’m glad he’s getting a chance to wear now!). however, it is still gowther and i love him, and i’m still really interested in seeing more interactions between him and the other sins back then. tfw everyone thought you were a bara but you are, in fact, a twink.

8. Doll Gowther

(i refuse to use the cursed sexy doll pic even though it’s the official volume version.) doll gowther is just our gowther, except the magic on him has been canceled and he’s just a nine-inch tall doll now. i’d rather he be in human form than doll form- let gowther live his life!! so that is why doll gowther ranks this low on the list. shhh. he is resting. do not disturb him. 

9. That one white-haired and tan Gowther that people ship with the other Gowthers even though Nakaba only drew him once in a question corner

i’m not a huge fan of this design…it looks kind of like a ban cosplay? he’s even doing the P: thing. also people have incorporated this goat in selfcest art, even though nakaba only drew him once, so that’s all i can think of when i see this drawing now. why did this happen to me. why did this happen to gowther. however, he still ranks ninth, because this goat is better than what is to come.

10. Pelliot’s Mom Gowther from SNS ep 4 

at least a-1 pictures…..tried to fix the mess they made of the gowther and pelliot storyline? they put in at least some effort. i’ve got to acknowledge that. but why did they use this hannah montana knockoff design instead of a look more similar to the armando one? why did they make gowther’s eyes change color when nakaba never established he could do that? why did gowther try and BECOME pelliot’s mom, instead of someone who’d just adopted traits from her and an entertainer pelliot loved to make him happy? it’s just kind of weird.

11. Alan

cursed design (how does anyone think that’s a preferable design to armando? how does anyone think gowther would turn his hair green and slick it back like that? that’s so far from his aesthetic it physically hurts me). cursed altered storyline (although i’ll admit some of his dialogue with ellie was pretty good. but the rest wasn’t good. pelliot didn’t get cut from the anime only to be incorporated into 5 minutes of a mediocre anime special for this). just an all-around cursed figure. every time i remember alan exists, i scream a little bit. a-1 pictures is never allowed to make OCs ever again.

12. Blond Alan from the NnT 3DS game (Most Cursed)

God is dead.

anonymous asked:

I haven't watched Danny Phantom since I was like 12 years old, and I don't think I ever saw it. Why does everyone hate Phantom Planet so much?

In short: it was an awful series finale.

But to go more in detail…

I’ll start with saying the plot of any episode of any show comes about one of two ways:

  • one: the characters act like themselves, behave as they normally would, and the plot follows from their natural antics.
  • two: the conflict was coined first, and the writers twist the characters’ actions in order to MAKE the plot happen. 

The first kind typically leads to good episodes, the second kind to bad. When shows get bad and the characters get OOC, it usually happens because the writers are running out of good plot elements, so they grasp at questionable plot lines that, in order to work, require the writers to use the characters like puppets. This often leads to unnecessary drama, OOC stupidness or stubbornness, and shocking displays of “forgetting all your past character development”

Phantom Planet was the PINNACLE of this second type.

  • Danny tries to revoke being a hero, despite developing his identity and pushing through WAY WORSE stuff in the past two seasons. It was forced, OOC, and down-right infuriating. Essentially he gave up his role because people weren’t appreciating him anymore (you spent ALL OF SEASON 1 BEING HATED BUB). And even the awful season 3 episode “Living Large” ended with the lesson about not giving up his heroic duties for an easy life. Danny essentially becomes shallow and embarrassingly angsty to push this contrived plot.
  • Sam, despite clearly loving Danny for who he was throughout the entire series, basically disowns him for the above giving up of his powers. Was it a dick move for Danny to un-ghost himself? Yeah. But would Sam act all hurt and resentful to Danny because he’s boringly normal again if not for the writers forcing it? NO. 
  • VLAD. GOD. WOW. Okay, so everyone loves Vlad, including me. I think he’s such an excellent villain, and in part this is due to him KNOWING what his goals are. So many villains are grasping at money and power and fame and world domination all at once. Is Vlad ambitious? Yeah. Greedy? Yeah. Megalomaniacal? YEAH. But the important thing is that when we meet him, he already has all the money and power and influence he wanted. What he doesn’t have is family. What he doesn’t have is Maddie. All his actions are driven by his toxic, twisted, unholy obsession with taking Jack’s place. This makes his relationship with Danny interesting as hell! They’re at each other’s throats constantly, but there’s this deluded part of Vlad that believes he wants to be this boy’s father, to the point that he begins manufacturing clones of Danny and associating with holograms of Maddie. At the end of season 2, Vlad’s cracking, Vlad’s flailing under the weight of constant failure even when he tries to maintain his composure. It was leading to such interesting things. What does he do in season 3?….He picks childish pranks wars with Danny. And in Phantom Planet, he reveals his ghost identity to the whole world and orders them to make him ruler of the planet. !!!!!! *noises of frustration and despair*. The writers had done such a good job of showing how Vlad’s every move was motivated by his twisted quest for Maddie’s love and Jack’s life. Suddenly he just wants to RULE THE WORLD?? It was just so fake, so embarrassingly “super villain,” and it was a huge disservice to his character.

Okay, so characterization aside:

  • The entire first 30 minutes was a non-stop fest of second hand embarrassment. It was LITERALLY a montage of Danny fucking up in awful and humiliating ways, over and over and over, until the town just didn’t care for him anymore. I literally cannot watch it. The second-hand embarrassment would kill me.
  • Danny saves the entire world in the end. This is not a bad thing by itself. It could have been very well-done. But it wasn’t. There was no build to it. No proper justification. It turned into a huge patting-yourself-on-the-back leap of the writers. First he’s just a young teenager trying to protect a single town. Suddenly there are STATUES OF HIM IN EVERY MAJOR CITY OF THE WORLD? Too much, too fast.
  • It never resolved the EXTREMELY GOOD plotline with Valerie being friends with Danny but hating Phantom. The dynamic was so great; the build in their relationship both as humans and hunters was handled so lovingly. What does PP give us? Valerie clapping in the background when Danny reveals his identity. No betrayal. No shock. No hurt. No conflict. Just a “yeah cool yeah clap for Danny yeah” animation. UGH.
  • No resolution for the Danielle plotline, which was also super great.

Some of these things I can at least understand. Steve Marmel left, who was the driving force behind seasons 1 and 2. Season 3 got axed halfway through without warning, so the writers had to scramble to make a series finale. This explains the dangling plotlines, but it doesn’t excuse how cheesy, corny, and fake the whole episode was. 

There were individual bits I liked. Jack and Vlad have a stand off over Vlad’s reveal, and I think it’s pretty chilling the way Jack is able to turn on Vlad. Maddie’s freak out moment of “Jazz, where’s your brother?” after the apparent failure of Danny’s plan gets a thumbs-up from me. But those two moments alone in the course of an hour-long series finale should not be the only good parts! The rest was embarrassing, infuriating, or boring. Reign Storm, Ultimate Enemy, and Reality Trip proved that Danny Phantom is AMAZING with its hour-long specials! All three of those episodes were just ASTOUNDINGLY, HEART-POUNDINGLY GOOD. Some of the best episodes!! Phantom Planet was just….sub par in every way.

Broken~Part 1 (Jughead Jones)

A/N: This is the first thing I’m posting so… don’t hate it? Please? This is kind of a prologue. Also this is going to be very long and if no one reads it I’m still going to post (probably better if no one reads it lol)

Summary: Archie’s twin sister struggles with being very different from everyone else. 

Word Count:574

Pairing:  Eventually Jughead x reader (just not in this part)

Warnings: Swearing (if you’re reading something I wrote then you count on there to be swearing), 

I am not crazy. Unfortunately when you have to repeat this sentence to yourself over and over everyday, it stops sounding true. Eventually you stop believing it. At some point in the last 3 years I had realized that I was different from everyone else. “Crazy” wasn’t exactly the right word to explain whatever I was. It was more like over-sensitive with a tendency to wander or get lost inside my own head. No, “crazy” was not the right word. What it was was a word I heard often, especially from people who would look at me clinging onto my brother’s arm at school trying to make it through the hallways without breaking down.

Archie didn’t mind though. Being my twin, he had seen me at my worst and did everything he could to keep me from ending up in that state of mind again. I wasn’t aloud to be alone. Not in the hallways, not at home, not on my way home from school, not in town, not at Pop’s, not anywhere. This was due to the fact that when I was alone, my mind would wander and then my feet would start to do the same thing. I would end up somewhere, not knowing how I got there or how long it had taken. There had been a couple times I had almost fallen into Sweet Water River because of this and one time I had been knee deep in the water when Betty had found me, called out my name and pulled me out of my thoughts.

There were a lot of people (like the idiots on the football team who were very vocal about it) who expected me to die soon. When Jason had been killed this summer, some people were saying things around town about how they were surprised I hadn’t gone before him. Others were saying I was probably the one who killed him. Then there were the people who knew me better than everyone else. They were afraid that I would be the next one to go and that it wouldn’t be an accident. To say the least, Jason’s death had scared me. My sleep patterns that had just been improving were not only turned around but now non-existent. I was often in the middle of 2 or 3 thoughts at once and stopped talking a whole lot as I couldn’t stick to a normal conversation. Archie was worried about me and always made sure I had someone around as the chances of me wandering off had practically doubled.

As for friends at school, I didn’t have many. There was Archie who was bonded to me by blood, Betty who I would love to call a friend but never thought of it that way as she was usually just there to help take care of me and Kevin who seemed to enjoy my company more than anyone else. He and I got along quite well when I wasn’t spaced out. The three of them helped me a lot when it came to panic attacks or just bringing me back to reality when I got lost inside my own head. I was always a very clingy person so I was often sitting on Kevin’s lap or next to Betty with our arms intertwined. Being that close to people was just a little reminder of what was actually going on and that there were people right here with me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: It’s boring i know, but I swear actual stuff starts happening later