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How to tell if you are emotionally abusive

I feel we talk about signs of abuse from the victims standpoint but not from the abusers standpoint. In order to stop emotional abuse and recognize when we engage in unhealthy behaviors I made this list.

  • Do you react to important people in your life by ignoring them completely and not acknowledging their presence? Especially if they do something you don’t like?
  • Do you feel that your partner/friends/family members are the cause of your bad moods or frustration?
  • Does your partner/etc “do things the wrong way”?
  • Do criticize your partner/etc for being unreliable or a bad person?
  • Do you feel you have to constantly overlook your partners flaws in order to be around them?
  • Are you frequently accused of being “moody” or “hard to please”?
  • Do your partners complain that “nothing they do is good enough?
  • Do your partners appear to avoid you when you are angry or upset rather then comfort you?
  • Do you negatively comment on their intelligence or appearence? Either in private or in front of others.
  • Do you blame them when someone goes wrong?
  • Do you ever use phrases like “I could just hit you right now” or “I”m so mad I could punch something”?
  • Do you ever punch walls/throw things in front of your partner/etc?
  • Do you leave during fights and not inform of where you are going and when you will be back?
  • Do you behave the same alone with your partner that you do if you were in front of your friends or in public?
  • Have you frequently accused your partner of being too sensitive?
  • How often is your partner praised and complimented by yourself?
  • Do you think your partner spends too much time with friends and family?
  • Do you feel your partners friends and family are trying to drive you apart?
  • Do you refuse to actively comfort your partner when they are upset or angry especially if you don’t really understand why they feel the way they do?
  • If your partner brings up a behavior that bothers them do you respond by discussing how to change it or do you respond defensively?
  • Do you have difficulty apologizing?

All of these things are abuse tactics. Obviously even the healthiest of us will do these sometimes but if any one becomes a regular habit that’s when the problem starts.

Edit: Due to several requests I would like to add many of these are also symptoms of bpd or Borderline Personality Disorder as well those struggling with mental illness. Proper communication and understanding with your partner or family member is very important. Having a mental illness is not an excuse to be abusive however being mentally ill puts someone at higher risk of being abused. I highly recommend therapy if at all possible although this is just as someone who has been to a ton of it. My askbox is always open. Please no instant messages without my permission. 

Your sign & temper explained by the weather

freebornfox:

Aries: Wildfires - Like wildfires, Aries are always ready to ignite and do so easily. When ignited, there’s no telling when they will calm down. Their rage can last for quite some time especially if they were betrayed or hurt by a friend or lover. Also, like wildfires, an Aries’ anger can be intensified by the Air Signs because using their wit they can justify and aid in any and all revenge plans, especially Gemini. Likewise, the water signs will attempt to calm you down or eventually, put you out if you take it too far.

Taurus: Tsunami - Tsunamis are the most deadly when it comes to severe weather conditions, but they aren’t really to blame. See, it’s disruptions in the ocean, on the sea floor, etc. that get them riled up. Taurus, you’re the same way. Your anger doesn’t show itself often because it takes time to build. But when it does show itself, it can do some serious damage. You are set off by things you can’t control, people, and STUPIDITY.

Gemini: Lightening - Witnessing you arguing, is like watching lightening flit across the sky. There is not a point you don’t touch on. You have a readily prepared argument for anyone who opposes you. Your first argument works 99% of the time, but if for some reason it doesn’t, you have 10 other arguments and can spit them out at rapid fire. You are VICIOUS! But you don’t hold grudges. Like lightening, you strike once and leave, but your words always leave permanent bruises on the ego. 

Cancer: Hurricane - All Cancers are insane, and we are no different when faced with an argument. Like hurricanes, we have levels. But I have to be honest, if we are really (finally) entering into an argument, we’re at a level 5.  A hurricane is rain, thunder, lightening, winds, etc. and a Cancer has just as many methods ready to inflict damage. When we want to fight, we will come at you verbally, physically, and mentally just like a hurricane. You’ll feel the effects afterwards. And to be clear, we aren’t like lightening; we strike more than once. So if we’ve fought once with you, we could probably go again. 

Leo: Thunder - When you’re in a fight you want everyone to know about it. You are LOUD, you tell all your friends and anyone who will listen why they should be on your side, and your temper flairs out of nowhere. You love to bring up past fights, mistakes, and insecurities. It takes only one incident for you to boil over, and you will refuse to stop fighting until someone has apologized… to you. Someone always has to apologize to you. Then, things can go back to the way they were. Like Cancer, you too have a tendency to fight with the same people more than once. 

Virgo: Floods - I would never say a Virgo is irrational. You just like things to be in a particular way, but you never fly off the handle. It’s not your style. So, if you are fighting, it’s because there are too many things out of order. THE DAM HAS BROKEN. EVACUATE. When a Virgo has finally snapped from all the dysfunction around them, they have really had it. There is no reasoning. They are out of patience. You need to just get away from them or you can drown in their critical, harsh words that will remind you of every mistake you’ve ever made. 

Libra: Hail - Like hail, it’s weird when a Libra is mad. You almost don’t even know if they are actually mad. Sure, they’re acting slightly more colder and are shooting you dirty looks, but to look at them, they seem alright. When you look at hail, like an aggravated Libra, it just looks weird, but not dangerous. However, have hail hit you in the face and you will quickly realized that it CAN and WILL hurt you. Like Virgoes, Libras just needs some time to calm down. DON’T force them into a confrontation. Leave them alone, and it will all pass over.

Scorpio: Tornado - I hope none of you are shocked at my choice of weather. You are crazy, but when you’re angry, you become the definition of insanity. There is no calming you down. You don’t freak out often, but when you do, you need to run your course. Like a tornado, you take down everyone and everything in your path and can devastate an entire population. The damage you inflict stays awhile because you (purposefully) make it difficult for people to cleanup after you. You need your destruction to last. 

Sagittarius: Volcano - Like volcanoes, you don’t erupt very often or easily. You’re easygoing and tend to let things slide (sometimes when you shouldn’t), but when you’re finally at your boiling point, you erupt without warning. Sometimes, you even try to hide your anger, but it is inevitable. The good news is that you don’t erupt for too long and aren’t partial to grudges. 

Capricorn: Earthquake - I like to think of Capricorns as some of the most stable people on the planet, especially as you get older. (Everyone is kind of a mess when they’re young, so ignore that). In order for you to lose your temper and lose control, something must be seriously wrong. Most times, I think your set off by the same things that set Taurus off, people and stupidity, and Virgoes, disorder. Basically, disruption of your master plan or, even worse, anything that gets in the way of your ambitions, will have you shaking and freaking out to the point where you will most likely further disrupt what is going on around you. Eventually, you will calm down and fix everything like a true Capricorn, but sometimes those you have fought with are permanently forgotten. YOU DO HOLD GRUDGES. 

Aquarius: Blizzard - An Aquarius’ anger is chilling, biting, cold. They aren’t going to strike at you in the middle of the night (that’s Scorpio). I think the most you’ll get from them is a calculated, callous remark that is only about the situation. They will normally never attack you for childish things like looks, (Gemini and Cancer will) or for things you’ve done wrong in the past (Leo and Capricorn will). They will only mention the situation and that is enough for them. They don’t need to make a big show out of their anger. In fact, that would be counterproductive because they are most likely going to disappear and never talk to you again anyway.

Pisces: Straight-line Winds - These winds are the natural partners of hurricanes. Actually during a hurricane, most of the damage comes from these winds; we just blame it on the hurricane. Your anger is silent. You will manipulate the situation to make it seem as if you aren’t involved, are completely innocent, and will get someone to fight your battles for you. Your anger is underhanded and sneaky, but you’re not a natural fighter. In my experience, it’s always Cancers and Leos who are willing to fight for you and on your behalf. Be careful, sometimes it is better to look like the bad guy, than to blame your mess on someone else.

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"copycat” still really bothers me

i’m sure i’m not the first person to notice this but i’m rewatching the show and the episode “copycat” just gets me so annoyed and irritated because of how adrien was written in that episode. this is probably the episode where we have the most blatant, explicit evidence of one of adrien’s flaws (i.e. his jealousy) and he is at no point forced to be held accountable for his actions. 

adrien quite literally causes an akuma because of his jealousy. but he is not forced to apologize to theo for lying about his relationship with ladybug, he’s not forced to apologize to ladybug for lying about said relationship without her consent, and adrien himself is not allowed time in the episode to acknowledge his jealousy, find fault in it, and learn from his mistake. 

adrien as a character already has this annoying habit of being presented as the “perfect boy” who very rarely makes mistakes and is idolized for it. not just by marinette. by pretty much everyone. “jackady” had this really strange scene where gabriel and ladybug were staring at adrien’s modeling shots and gushing about how “flawless” and “perfect” he is. and most of adrien’s arguably negative qualities (e.g. his occassional inability to take things seriously in battle, his naivete, his occasional impulsiveness as chat noir, etc.) are often presented in ways that either make us sympathize with his behavior or find it endearing. 

“copycat” is probably one of the only (if not the only) episodes where adrien is very clearly doing something wrong. he’s angry that theo likes ladybug so much so he lies about his relationship with ladybug and tells theo they’re a thing so that he can back off and chat noir can have ladybug all to himself. 

the problem is that the show doesn’t call out adrien for this jealousy. about the only time it does is when plagg makes a dig at him right when adrien realizes who the akuma is. 

and despite this, adrien merely rolls his eyes at plagg and scoffs at the comment as if it’s a joke. that was the perfect opportunity for adrien to take just a few seconds to say “you’re right. i should’ve never lied and let myself get jealous. that was wrong of me.”

about the best we can get is when chat noir acknowledges that he was the one who caused the akuma so he’s the one who has to go and get himself out of it. but at no point does he tell ladybug why this happened (especially because it involves her) and at no point does he vocalize the mistake he made, i.e. the fact that he let his jealousy take over. 

then this is where the episode really starts to bother me

he calls out ladybug for not showing up to the statue unveiling. they actually make chat noir take time in the middle of his screw up to basically tell ladybug “well maybe you’d know what’s going on if you showed up this morning.” ladybug had done nothing wrong in regards to this akuma. we’re dealing with her phone stealing and her bad time management on the side, but this has nothing to do with the akuma. if anyone’s mistakes should be being highlighted here, it’s adrien’s. 

but the episode continues to just let adrien get away with the fact that he lied. ladybug praises chat noir for his honesty and for the fact that he’s never lied to ladybug about anything (hello, irony) and normally this would be a pretty good moment for chat noir to at least look guilty. but instead he merely thanks her for the compliment and continues fighting anyway. 

and then it gets even worse because the one who apologizes at the end of the episode is ladybug!! she apologizes to theo for not showing up to the unveiling! which, fine ok, but where was adrien’s apology? where was his opportunity to explain to ladybug that he messed up for lying about their relationship, causing this akuma, and putting ladybug in danger?

it’s replaced with chat noir’s angst about his crush not being returned. 

we feel bad for him at the end of this episode because his “crush was crushed.” let alone that he let his jealousy get the better of him and lied to a stranger about ladybug and his relationship behind her back. we end the episode feeling sympathy for chat noir because ladybug doesn’t feel the same way for him. mr. perfect finally has an episode where he screws up and the show does not allow him to take sufficient responsibility for it and own up to his mistake. 

and it further annoys me that this happened because anytime marinette messes up, she almost always apologizes. when she didn’t listen to chloe and caused her to be akumatized? she apologized to her for not listening to her. when she yelled at lila and caused her to be akumatized because of her own jealousy? she apologized to lila for being so mean to her. marinette is continuously asked to own up to her mistakes and apologize for them (as she should) meanwhile the one time adrien screws up, he gets let off for it. 

idk man, it just gets me upset that adrien got it so easy in this episode. he should’ve apologized to theo. he should’ve told ladybug the truth. he should’ve owned up to the fact that his jealousy was totally unwarranted. 

Whiteboard. Destiel, canon!verse, 1.3k. 
When you fail to say the words, there’s always the option to write it down.

For a while now, there has been a whiteboard in Dean’s room.

Cas often sees Dean use it; to organize clues for cases that he and Sam can’t quite solve, and to write down reminders, or to simply rearrange his thoughts. And, on rare occasions, to draw silly doodles to help him get his mind off of whatever supernatural disaster is next on the agenda.

Currently, aforementioned board is empty though, and Cas stares a hole in it, sitting on Dean’s bed, arms wrapped around his knees, his chin resting on his hands. Dean is there too, right beside him, lying on the other side of the bed, his back to Castiel, his shoulders tense. There might as well be some sort of invisible wall between them, and Cas absolutely hates it. Hates it whenever they fight like this, and what makes it even worse is that Dean refuses to talk. Whenever they have an argument he’ll snap at Castiel, once maybe twice, but after that, it’s usually the silent treatment.

And it makes Castiel feel powerless every time, because how can you fix something when you don’t even get a chance to plead your case?

Dean isn’t sleeping, Cas can tell from his breathing, harsh and uneven. Which must mean that Dean doesn’t like this either, and just like that, inspiration strikes.

“Dean?” Cas mutters quietly, but not unkindly.

A grunt from the other side of the bed.

“I know you’re angry, I know you’d rather not talk, but I thought that maybe…” Castiel pauses, trying to figure out which words to choose. “I thought that maybe we could write it down.”

There’s a huff from Dean, and Cas doesn’t know what to make of that, but he refuses to give up now. Slowly, he gets up from the bed, shuffling towards the whiteboard. He picks up one of the markers, a blue one, and starts writing.

He hears Dean move on the bed, probably getting up as well, and that’s what Cas had been counting on; Dean’s curiosity getting the best of him.

When Cas is done he puts down the marker, his eyes scanning the message one last time.

‘I apologize for what I did yesterday, I’m sorry I went after those rogue angels by myself without telling you. I didn’t want you to get dragged into my problems, and I feared it wasn’t safe for you to come with me. Which you would have, had I told you before I left.’

He hears a muffled sigh behind him, and he’s surprised to see Dean already standing right there. Dean rolls his eyes as he reads the message, but his face relaxes, and the green of his eyes is softer now. After a long moment, he theatrically picks up a marker as well, the green one, giving Castiel that face that says 'do we really have to do this?’

But Dean does it anyway, and writes a reply, the Dean Winchester way that Cas knows so well.

'I want you to drag me into your problems, you idiot, it’s not like I don’t drag you into mine. PS: you forgot to apologize for the part where you almost got killed. PPS: fine, apology accepted. Don’t ever do that again.’

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First Contact

This is a very hasty opening section to a story I’m going to write about Humans being the weird ones. For the most part, I’m just going to use the concepts I like and leave out the ones I don’t I also refuse to make the aliens talk like fucking morons such as everyone else does. it pisses me off. there is no reason for them to be both polite and also use regular words instead of sounding like they are vomiting a thesaurus. I also used terms like Light Year and Light Minute even though they are subjective terms applicable only to the ear’s solar cycle because it is better than making up terms that have no context but essentially mean the same thing.


Also, I suck at writing so I apologize in advance.


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It started three hundred million years ago. The Dareth species was spreading across the galaxy. In only a few hundred years, they had completely conquered it, and had devoted their resources to moving beyond to other galaxies. After a few thousand years, they had taken more and more regions, never stopping, declaring all space to belong to them. But finally, in a supreme effort through the combined forces of 538 hundred species, one galaxy worked together to reclaim their systems. After that monumental and unique victory, the other galaxies followed suit and fought to own their systems again. It took nearly 5,000 years, but the efforts of 247 galaxies containing 350 million species drove the Dareth down to a single solar system.  Trillions of lives were lost from all sides, but the megalomaniacal Dareth were nearly destroyed.

Once they had won, the leading species of the revolution held mass executions, reducing the Dareth to a few hundred children, all in their adolescence. Stripping them of all clothes and tools, they were marooned on a hostile planet in a distant galaxy over 50 billion light years away, devoid of life. The planet was carefully chosen, a careful balance of being able to support life, while also being borderline inhospitable. It was filled with dangerous animals, few edible foods, and was plagued with extreme biomes and fluctuating weather.

No one really expected the children to live, but they thought that they would at least offer the chance. Once they were on the planet, deemed “prison 1”, all species immediately broke contact. And after a few hundred years, they also slowly stopped monitoring the Dareth children who miraculously survived. Since they were children, they were mostly uneducated in the ways of production and the manufacturing of advanced technology, so they initially were capable of little more than cave dwelling and hunting with stone weapons. They developed very slowly, and it seemed that no one had to worry about the Dareth again. After several million years, people referred to them mainly as a mythological monster race, no one really believing that the Dareth really ever existed. They faded into obscurity, eventually remembered only in a legend only history fanatics knew of.

Until one day several millions of years later, that is. An expeditionary task force was exploring a barren galaxy, and came across a primitive radio signal. They traced the source to a solar system a few light years away. Upon entry, they must have triggered an ancient outpost; a message appearing on the main screen. The words were incomprehensible, but a translator ran a few algorithms and after several minutes, showed the message in the crew’s native language. Unfortunately, the message was so short that the software could not fully translate the whole message.

W-rn—: You h-ve e-tered – forb-dde- sector. You h-ve f-ve m–utes before –uthor-t-es t-ke –ct-o-. To        -vo-d arrest, e-ther e-ter your p-ss code or le-ve –mmed—tely for your ow- protect-o-.

A count down timer followed the message.  Unfortunately, the software took a few minutes to translate, and by the time it finished, the counter was in the last 30 seconds.

“What language is that?” Admiral Hot’ath asked no one in particular, knowing full well that all known languages (over 2 trillion) were in the ship’s computer and would have identified it within seconds. Typing a search into the fleet’s contact list, he called the head Archivist “I need you to analyze this message.” He ordered, attaching both the original and translated message to a file, sending it to the Archivist. “Tell me if you think it is an ancient language, or a foreign one.” The female only glanced at it before answering.

“Ancient. I can’t read it, but it strongly resembles Standard Intergalactic it is either a more archaic and older form, or a language that coincidentally is similar to our ancient dialect.”

The admiral nodded in understanding. The message was nothing to be concerned over. The solar system was cordoned off so long ago, that everyone had forgotten that it was even there. Thusly, there were no authorities coming to get them, so they had time before deciding whether to leave or not.

“Sir.” The captain of the flagship interrupted. “Even if no one is here, there is a reason this area was blackzoned, and if anyone finds out we were here, legal actions can still be taken against us.”

He nodded knowingly. “Where did this message originate?”

The communication officer answered. “A small outpost on the planet furthest from the system’s star.” The man brought the co-ordinates up on the main bridge screen. The navigation officer quickly followed up with a map of the system, marking where the planet was.

“We can at least go there.” The admiral said firmly. “If nothing else, we can legally go that far and collect data.” The captain nodded, plotting a course on the map and sending it out to the rest of the fleet.

They planned a small expeditionary force to explore the station and gather artifacts and information. What they found astounded them. It turned out that one of the planets in the solar system was an ancient prison of sorts. The records that had survived was enough for a complete translation of the archaic language, but even so, no one knew who these Dareth were, or why they were exiled to such a distant galaxy, barren of life. No one, that is, except the archivists.

The Admiral again called the head archivist, “Proffessor Lart-tch, do you know who the Dareth were?”

Immediately, the blood drained from the archivist’s skin, the grey flesh turning a sickly white. “T-the Dareth?” she affirmed, hoping that she misheard.

The admiral slowly nodded, grimacing. The reaction was enough to let him know that there was in fact a very good reason they were exiled so far away. “I take it they are not good?”

“To put it lightly.” The female answered. “Though the legend is so old, it is probably exaggerated. But we all thought it was just that. A legend. Or more like a horror story.” She added the end with a shudder. Then with a flash of fear, she started. “We came here because we picked up a radio signal.” Her voice was a whisper, cracking with terror. “We need to leave now!”

The admiral was surprised. “Are they really so dangerous? Only a single outpost was here to watch them, and it was peacefully abandoned.”

“This was a race that had conquered over 500 galaxies. Not planets. Not Solar systems. Not Starfields. Galaxies.”

This time, the blood drained from the admiral’s face. The largest empire recorded in history was a single, unified galaxy. Two was unthinkable. But 500? That was terrifying. “You said that the legend is probably exaggerated though.” He tried to assure himself.

The woman nodded, “Yes, but only in the hundreds. There is lots of evidence that at some point in the distant past, some sort of empire had spread across between two and three hundred galaxies. No one is exactly sure how many, but at that scale, even a hundred off is little difference in scale of even the mightiest empire.”

“H-how did we ever defeat such a force?”

The woman merely shrugged. “The legend is vague on that part. But it ends with a few hundred children being left on a hostile planet with nothing to help them survive. They were essentially sent back to the stone age, and were expected to die. But they didn’t. And they will eventually learn how to leave their planet again and return to kill us all.”

The idea was enough to send a cold stab of fear through the Admiral. “We should leave.”

But before he could give any orders, the communication officer called to him from across the bridge. “Sir, we have received a message via the radio waves coming from the planet identified as Prison 1.”

Another cold stab tore through him. “Can we translate it?”

The officer nodded. “it is primitive, but I have made the adjustments to decipher it. It seems that they are repeating the same message over and over.”

“Is there enough to translate?”

“Barely. It is difficult to read, but it boils down to saying, ‘We are here and want to talk.”

The admiral had no clue what to do. If what he was just told was true, then potentially the most dangerous species to ever live was asking making contact with him, the first foreign species they have seen in millions of years.

After several moments, he decided what to do. “Tell them that we are on the edge of a restricted zone and may not come any closer. We also need to leave as soon as possible before we get in trouble.”

He was visibly shaking in fear, and he knew that there would probably be more messages before they were able to leave. There were still units searching the outpost, and it would take around 30 hours before they were recalled, even if they left immediately. They were 327 lightminutes from the Prison Planet, but that still left time for quite a few messages before they were able to leave.

Sooner than expected, another message arrived. “They are asking if they are in the restricted area, and if they will get in trouble as well.”

“N-no. Tell them it does not affect them.” He stammered out. This was getting out of hand. He was neither a military officer, nor a diplomat and this was something that no one in the entire fleet was capable of dealing with.

Again. A reply much sooner than he wanted. “They are asking why the area is restricted.”

This one was surprisingly easy to answer. “Tell them that we don’t know.” He lied

A few hours later, “They want to know what our protocol for First Contact is.”

The answer to that question was drilled into the explorer so hard, that the words came out before he realized that he was speaking. “Observe and learn until they contact us, then send a survey team to the surface to directly learn as much as possible about the new species. Providing any technological knowledge is prohibited until intergalactic diplomats arrive and officially classify the species and permit trade. Ideally, the envoy will make the decision before any contact. In the unavoidable circumstance that contact is made, we are to treat said species as a Class Three.” He finished, then realizing that the Dareth probably didn’t know what planet classes were, he quickly listed, “Class 1: lower intelligent, incapable of societal structure. Class 2: Upper intelligence, incapable of leaving planet. Class 3: Capable of limited space travel. Class 4: Capable of extended space travel under light speed. Class 5: Capable of FTL travel. Class 6: Capable of Intergalactic travel. And the hypothetical Class 7: Capable of instantaneous travel.”

He listed these quickly, momentarily forgetting the insane levels of danger they were in. fortunately, the message came slower than the others. But it still came. “They are asking if contact takes precedence over the blackzone.”

This was the first question that the admiral was completely at a loss for. The majority of blackzones existed because of environmental dangers the others were for military secrecy and they all took up several solar systems. This was by far the smallest blackzone he had ever even heard of and it did not fall under either category.  “T-tell them that….” He started talking, but he couldn’t think of anything. Fortunately, they didn’t wait for a reply. “Sir, they have sent us a file that seems to be a compilation of their history, biology, anatomy, and information of their planet’s wildlife, fauna, geography, and more.”

“A-are you serious?” he blurted out. The officer nodded. They labeled and organized everything for us. There is even information on their technology and mass medical records. They gave us everything.”

“Are there images of them?”

“Yes sir. Also, they call themselves, ‘humans.’”

“Screen.”

A series of pictures flooded the main screen showing hundreds and hundreds of the Dareths. Some were professional, and some were impromptu. They also greatly ranged in age with varying degrees of quality from brown and a little blurry to full spectral and crisp The newest ones even being three dimensional video. They did not look particularly dangerous, though they did have predatory features. They were bipeds with joint articulation and front facing eyes.  It seemed that they had full body skeletons and were mostly hairless, except for their heads and some of their faces. They were also very diverse. Some had pale skin, some were brown, some were yellow tinted, and more.  On top of photographs and videos, the Dareths also included a single diagram of a Human in a circle. It did not take long for the Admiral to understand that it was a mathematical diagram of the Human’s physiology. “Fascinating.” He whispered. But there was one thing above all else that astounded him. The photographs genuinely looked happy. There were pictures of Humans who were angry and sad as well, but for the most part, they all had kind expressions. If they were the Dareths in the legends, then either they had changed, or they were trying to trick him into letting down his guard.

“Sir,” the intelligence officer spoke up. “The planet has an open network database containing the planet’s combined knowledge. We can cross-reference everything they gave us with that system to see if they deliberately left out information or lied.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think that we have enough time for that. I want to leave immediately.” Though he was still scared, he did not feel like the Dareths were of any danger or were lying to them. To the communication officer, he ordered. “Record and transmit as follows: Thank you, humans. You have saved us much time and deliberation. With this, we can go back and deliver the information you provided to our government and they will decide what to do next. We are merely an expeditionary unit and have no authority. You have provided us with an easy answer to deal with such an abnormal situation. We will leave as soon as possible and return to our home system without delay.”

When he finished talking, the captain spoke. “Sir, the expeditionary force has returned.”

“Good, we are leaving immediately!” he blurted out.

While the fleet left, they received one last message, “Good bye. We look forward to your return.”

Once they were safely in FTL, he ordered the “human” file to be distributed to all of the ships. In the months it took to return to their home system, everyone had poured over the files and read as much as they could. And frankly, no one knew whether they should be terrified or relieved. By now, the legend of the Dareths had spread throughout the fleet, and despite the history of war and violence that was in the files, there was just as much goodness in them. They seemed to be a fiercely loyal people, extremely innovative, and often benevolent to a fault. This was the trouble. There was no solid trend to determine their species overall personality. Even in war, they would often be kind to their enemies even while they killed them. But when they made an alliance, it was not easily broken; and when they decided to help someone in need, they did everything in their power to do so.

And none of that was even touching their bizarre physiology. They could handle an incredibly wide variety of biomes and conditions, they could survive and recover from what most species would consider life threatening injuries, they ate anything and everything, even if it had no nutritional value or was even dangerous to them. They often underwent drastic changed to their physiology for completely aesthetic reasons. And their medical methods were nothing short from horrific. They actually cut themselves open and put the organs of their dead inside their own bodies and survived. They cut out their organs, and replaced parts of their bodies as though they were machines.

By the time they reached their home, the crew had split in two as to the opinion whether the information they had was true or not. Some said that it made sense for such a domineering race to be capable of such things, while the others insisted that the information was designed to confuse them and make the humans seem stronger than they were. As far as the admiral, he was certain that the information was true. It was all nonchalant, and so strange that it didn’t seem right that the Dareth’s purposefully made it up.

He dutifully handed it over to his superior and up the chain it went. A few weeks later, he was summoned before the King. He knew immediately why. What he didn’t know was if it was a good or bad thing. The escort gave him no time to prepare. They took him from his office to the planetary palace across the continent. He was searched and taken into the throne room, the King and his wife lounging on a large sofa while other nobles of high office lined the room.

Admiral Hot’ath walked forward and knelt before the King and Queen “My liege.”

The king was a large man, but his weight was deceptive, he was an intelligent and cunning man who only appeared to be a lazy slob. So when the King looked down on him with his beautiful wife leaning against him, Hot’ath felt a stab of fear just as powerful as the one he felt facing the Dareth.

“So you are the man who says that there a monsters on the edge of the universe?” the King’s voice was slow and deep, but his tone did not seem mocking.

“Your highness,”

“I kid of course.” The king interrupted, speaking just as slowly. “I have read through all of the reports made on the subject and looked at the Human’s files personally. I understand why so many believe them to be the Dareth’s in the old story, and to be honest, I agree.” His voice gave nothing away, he spoke in nearly a monotone.

Hot’ath relaxed slightly. “I am sure that you know, but I feel that it bears repeating. My fleet did not enter the BlackZone. We remained on the edge and only got so close to explore the outpost, which is not against the law.”

The large king laughed, his bulbous core jiggling as it heaved. “Again, I agree. You have done nothing worth punishment. I have ordered your presence to ask your personal opinion on the information. Do you think that it is reliable, or a Dareth ruse?

After a moment, the admiral replied, “May I speak freely, my liege?”

“I insist it.”

Hot’ath took a breath, “I think that it is all true, my liege.” The crowd around them broke out in a quiet deliberation at his statement. “It is all far too strange to have been made up.” He continued. “I feel like it is subtle and presented as normal. If they were lying, then the lies would have been emphasized and presented as proud aspects of their race. But they record these traits as nothing special. I am certain they would be genuinely surprised if they were to learn about our own physiology and how we are so much weaker compared to them..

The king nodded. “I feel the same. But this is far too dangerous to act one without facts. Tell me why you think they gave the files to us if not for deception.”

“I think that it was an act of trust. I believe that they did so because I was hesitant to go visit their planet. I had told them that they were in a black zone, so they understood that I was not allowed to spend time and wanted to make things easy for me. Also, I do not believe that this was in my report, but my Intelligence officer had access to a global network of their combined knowledge. It was open to everyone. As far as we could tell in the short amount of time we were there, they only provided information that was on the network, that is to say, none of this is a secret to them, and they have no problem with others knowing.”

“That is new information.” The king muttered. “New Knowledge New Light.” The old saying seemed especially applicable here. “I order you to go back. I give you permission to enter the blackzone and go to their planet. Keep at least one ship on the edge out of their range. Under the slightest hint of suspicion, have it leave immediately and return directly to me so we know that they cannot be trusted.

“W-why me?”

“Do not misunderstand. You will have diplomats go with you and a small military escort. But you seem to have earned your rank and are capable of subtle discernment. You will not be doing anything more than your regular job, just with the added knowledge that everything could be a lie. I merely need you to let us know if that is the case.

t06k  asked:

The problem isn't that you've offended people, it's that you refuse to stop. People have asked you to stop, and instead of stopping you say "It's just a joke, chill." Because you're famous now, you can't talk like you do at home or in public cause no one here knows you. So, even if you don't mean it, apologize and watch your words. People take things from famous people way too seriously for no reason, but it's a problem they need to deal with.

1- I aint famous fam. I’m just some kid with a cringe series going on on youtube.

2- I aint watching my words because I believe my dialect is fine. I only know a couple words you can use to call a person names and that sounded like my best choice

3- there are people like pewds, markiplier, jack that swear on a daily basis on their videos. And they swear like a sailor, which I find hilarious as freak. And no one is cruficying them for doing it so. And they ARE, indeed, famous.

4- with “u wont stop!!” What do you mean? I only used the word O N C E on tumblr and then refered to it as R word as I was answering people. If defending myself or try to sort out the issue is “not stoping” then… dude… you’re not understanding.

5- I got nothing to apologise for? I ised the word once under a justified circumstance that I don’t regret, for is being used in the right context under no harm. Also if you mean by the other answers people that follow me know I love sarcasm and answer some questions with bit of salt for the humor.

Yeh….


Time to reblog that clip again…

Apologies

Description:  After a fight, Taehyung can’t bring himself to apologize to his girlfriend until he realizes that she might have moved on.  If he wants her he needs to go get her.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 11620

Warning: Rough sex, possessive dirty talk, spanking

A/N: These just keep getting longer, sorry about that.  A special thanks goes to @avveh for being my soundboard and helping out.  Hope jealous Tae is everything you (and I) want!

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Vampire!BTS Reaction to: Being So Hungry That They Accidentally Bite You

Hey! So I just stumbled upon your blog through a quick Google search of “vampire bts x reader” and I fell in love with your vampire!au about the guys biting reader. I was wondering if you could do one where BTS accidentally bites you because they’ve gone a long while without feeding? They haven’t fed in so long because they feel guilty about feeding on humans while they’re dating one. If it isn’t too much, can you make a reaction from BTS and reader’s point of view? Thank you so much!


Jin: Would be the first to stop feeding on humans. The second he starts to form a crush on you, he transitions over to animals. Which is difficult, for a “foodie” like Seokjin. He was well known for only feeding off the most succulent of humans and in comparison, animals are so … bland and boring. It won’t take long until he looses control of his hunger, especially with you around. Your scent drives him insane, until he can’t hold back anymore. He’ll pounce randomly, when you weren’t expecting it. You hadn’t realized how much he was struggling with an animal diet, until you’re pinned to the wall, his teeth sinking into your neck. He’s too strong to fight off and you genuinely think you would have died that day, if it weren’t for Namjoon who pulled him off.

Ashamed, Jin avoids you for a week until you eventually corner him.

“I’m not disgusted by you, Seokjin. I know the diet must be hard for you. You don’t have to stop feeding from humans. I won’t love you any less for it.”

Now that he’s tasted the finest dish in the world, he can’t go back to basic blood. “Can I have a taste of you instead?” he wonders. A drop of you far outweighs the bland blood of hundreds.

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Suga: Didn’t even want to stop feeding on humans to begin with; food is food. That’s all humans are to vampires. But if it made you feel safer, he’ll stop. And the hunger, coupled with how he never even wanted this diet, make him snap. But not fully. He feeds from you, taking enough to make you dizzy, but not threaten your life. He pulls away, a drop of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“I thought … that you were gonna kill me,” you shudder.

He smirks. “How could I kill my favourite dessert?” You were his favourite meal but since he’d starved himself so long, a taste of dessert simply isn’t enough. “I’m going out to find some dinner. Don’t wait up - I might be having seconds.”

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J-Hope: You didn’t even realize how hungry he was. Hoseok was good at hiding his real feelings, to ensure the happiness of others. So when he snaps, you know he must have been hurting. You don’t fight him as he drinks from you, lovingly stroking his head instead.

“You were hungry, right? I’m sorry that you felt you needed to starve. Make sure you eat properly from now, even if it’s from humans. I don’t want you to suffer like this,” you tell him.

He pulls away, gasping for air. “I was so, so hungry. Every second of your scent was driving me crazy. I’m sorry I snapped.” He pressed a bloody kiss to your lips. “Thank you for still loving me. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going out to hunt.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

Rap Monster: You can tell that he’s about to break. He had been snapping at you this past week, even if you do nothing wrong. He makes you wear scarves or turtlenecks. And the darkness of his eyes is turning a bright red.

“Joonie?” you ask, pulling off your scarf. “You’re hungry, aren’t you? There’s no need to hide it from me. You can feed from me if you want.” He had gone on the diet to keep him “clean.” He wanted no one else’s blood inside of him, to sink his teeth into no one, but you. So he refused; “No, I’m fine, baby. I don’t need blood - I’m strong enough to resist.”

But two hours later, he surprises you by pouncing and harshly biting you. The pain makes you gasp but he doesn’t care. All he wants is your blood. He drinks until your heart slows down, making him realize just how much he had taken. Pulling away, he apologizes.

“I think you’re right … I’m not as strong as I thought I was. I’m going to feed from now on. Thank you for being so understanding.”

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Jimin: His personality had been different this past month. He’d been keeping to himself, pouting and staring into space. He swears nothing’s wrong. And you sort of believe him until you’re jumped one morning, pinned down as Jimin bites into your neck.

He doesn’t feed much, just enough to wet his palette. He knows he needs to hunt, but hadn’t wanted to do so while hungry. His mother told him never to shop on an empty stomach. “Sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself.” You understand that the diet must have been hard for him, but shock keeps you from talking. All you can do is nod. He tenderly kisses the bite mark. “I’m going out to feed. Then I’ll be back, to punish you for putting me on this stupid diet to begin with.”

Originally posted by chimchams

V: The intensity of his gaze confuses you. He’s not your Taehyung anymore, he’s the monster he always warned you he was, but you never believed in. The cute boy was gone and only a hungry beast was left. He snapped, throwing you down, first biting your shoulder. Then your neck. He couldn’t decide where he wanted to feed from, where he wanted to taste you. Afraid for your life, you started to cry. Your tears brought Taehyung back, your Tae, not this monster. And he sits back with big doe eyes, looking sorrowful.

“I’m so sorry. I - I was so hungry and - “

“It’s okay,” you sniffle. “Vampires need to feed, right? Next time, don’t torture yourself like this. You can feed if you’re hungry, okay?”

He had agreed to stop feeding from humans because he thought he could. The thought of hurting one of your kind had been awful. But now his opinion had changed. Lions need to feed, no matter how cute the lamb is.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook: Hadn’t bought into the “vegetarian diet” at all. Vampires fed off humans, that was that. Although he loved you, as long as you were safe, he didn’t care for other humans. But if it made you happy, he would try. Out of stubbornness, he lasts the longest. He refuses to admit defeat until loosing control one day, accidentally biting and nearly killing you.

“I think … I should stop this diet.”

He’ll go clear his head and feed. When he returns, he’ll apologize for his behaviour. And seeing the fear in your eyes, fear of him, breaks his heart. Jungkook listens to everything you have to say. And you compromise on his diet. That way, you’re safe and he’s not starved.

Originally posted by sugutie

Can You Be a Good Boy, Max?

-An alternate view of Episode 8 if Max had gone to get his bear himself


“Little Maxwell?” Pikeman smiled as his two lackeys drug the small boy into their tent.

“Give it up! I want it back and I want it fucking now!” Max yelled, grunting as he was thrown to the ground.

Pikeman walked over to the desk in the far corner of his tent, holding up the mentioned item by the scruff of it torn neck, stuffing falling to the floor.

“Oh this? This is just trash, what could you possibly want with this.”

Max ran for it, jumping to snatch his poor bear from the acne covered freak, but was kicked away mid air. Max slid back on his bottom, wincing in pain as he gripped his stomach.

He wheezed, trying to gain back the air knocked from his lungs. Pikeman approached the younger boy, waving the stuffed animal in front of Max’s face.

“You want this back don’t you?” Max reached up in vain, Pikeman holding it inches from his reach.

Panic started to course through his body as the thought of not getting his bear back.

“Give it back!” He whimpered, arm stretching and quickly retracting to cover his aching chest that protested every movement.

Pikeman squatted so he was eye level with the curled up boy.

“You’ll get it back, but you’ll have to be a good boy, Max.” Pikeman’s mouth stretched into a wicked grin, Snake and Petrol shared the same smile, but Max didn’t care.

He had to get his friend back.

Pikeman lowered the bear closer to Max but still kept it from his reach.

“Can you be a good boy for us, Max?”

Uncertainty shown through his eyes, but the sad state of his bear made his heart drop.

Pikeman could see the boy’s uneasy state and gently grab the bear’s head, tugging lightly at the loose stitching. The head hung sadly on it’s last few threads and Max cried out, jumping up for the bear only to be grabbed by the front of his hoodie.

“Can you be a good boy, Max?”

Max nodded pitifully, tears, that he refused to indulge in,  welling up in his eyes as he stared at his stuffed animal.

“I’ll be good, please.” Max whispered, he casted his eyes to the floor.

“You will get your toy back once you prove it.”

The Wood Scouts shared a laugh, as the boy’s face fell even more, and they knew that this would be very eventful.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get through that?” Max yelled, as he clenched tightly to the sash around his chest. He wanted his hoodie back.

“It’s a simple ropes course, Maxwell. I’m sure you can handle.”

Max turned to protest but saw the bear in Pikeman’s hand.

“Especially with the raised stakes.” The teen added, and Max gulped facing the course again.

He fell, and fell, and fell. Over and over again, and the more he fell the more Pikeman got frustrated.

It had been the fifth time Max had gotten stuck in the rope bridge and fell flat on his back. His body was covered in bruises and his muscles ached.

As he stared up at the ropes hanging above him, he thought of how easily Nikki would climb, not thinking, just trusting where her hands fell. She never second guessed whether or not her feet would slips through the hole of the net, she just climbed.

Pikeman coughed loudly into his fist, Max stood up to face him in time to see him tug harshly on the arm of his bear. The seam split, stuffing falling to the ground as the teddy’s arm was easily ripped off.

Max yelped as if he was physically pained by the bear, but knew there was only one way to get him away from the torturous teen.

Max ran to the start of the ropes course, speeding through the sections he had become familiar with and stopped at the rope bridge. He’d just have to crawl across.

Just like Nikki, don’t think. Do. Fearless like Nikki’ Max thought.

He sped across the bridge, let his hands pull him and not second guessing where his feet fell.

Before he knew it, he sat huffing in front of Pikeman at the finish, fighting to catch his breath.

Max rose to his feet and stared up at the soft toy, then glancing at Pikeman, his eyes silently begging. Pikeman stared at him hard, eyeing him up and down, and hummed as he came to a conclusion.

“You went through a little ropes course, so what? Do you think that’s enough to be rewarded? I don’t think so. You still have more to prove.”

Max frowned, frustration from his constant failing and from the denial of his favorite toy made tears well up, but he refused to let them shed.

He stomped his foot, “How is that any fucking fair you asshole?”

“I suggest you apologize.” Snake spoke up and Max looked to him, the fire revived in his eyes.

“Fuck you and fuck him! Just give me the bear back assholes! It’s not your’s so give it to me!”

“Stop throwing a tantrum!” Pikeman commanded, and Max was one second away from showing the boy what a tantrum really was. But he settled on giving him the finger before he thought of moving on to such drastic measures.

Pikeman rolled his eyes at the bratty behavior, and turned away from him. He stalked off, Max yelling obscenities behind him.

“Petrol!” Pikeman barked, the boy quickly stood at attention, and Max immediately shut his mouth (earning a dark chuckle from Snake) suddenly afraid of what Pikeman would have the other boy do.

“Make him run the course 10 more times. Then we’ll see if he’s ready to apologize.” He didn’t even turn around to speak to him, and Max’s eye went wide as Petrol lead him back to the beginning of the ropes course.

Max was littered with bruises and scratches. Some poorly bandaged by himself with his tattered sash and others were left out to the open after Max had been sent to his tent without food for ruining his uniform. He was gifted a bandage after he slammed his face into a rock wall and Pikeman had so generously gifted him the bright pink bandage that laid across the bridge of his nose. The other scouts laughed at him for the color of the bandage.

“Are you ready to be a good boy, Maxwell?” Max jumped, wrapping his arms around himself, and looked up at the older teen, his large blue doe eyes staring at him uncertainly.

Pikeman squatted down to his height and leaned in close.

“You’ve been training to be an excellent camper, and you were promised a reward when you proved you were a good boy. You’ve made us very proud in the short time you’ve been here, and we were easily able to overcome all that bad behavior. The reward will come if you can do this.”

Max wrapped his arms around tighter and looked at the other two scouts for approval. They grinned at him, giving the small boy a thumbs up as encouragement. Max still looked like a frightened and wounded animal despite the encouraging looks, he could tell in some way this would fall back on him and he’d end up punished once more.

His legs began to shake as he thought of the task before him, but turned back to Pikeman, knowing how much he hated when Max didn’t keep eye contact.

Pikeman stood and offered his hand out to Max who gently took it, he nervously chewed on his thumb as the walked toward the door.

“Posture, Max.” Pikeman reminded without looking to the boy. Max stood up straight, but didn’t stop chewing on his thumb, something that had come to replace holding his teddy bear, who was currently stationed in his troop leader’s tent.

Pikeman took a catalogue that was carried under his arm and passed it too Max.

Before Pikeman could remind Max the plan, which consisted of following the rules of intense eye contact and always smile, (and if push came to shove, stick your foot in the door and demand they buy the popcorn) the door opened to reveal a rather pretty young woman.

She seemed pleased to greet the children, and this eased the anxiety that gripped at Max’s chest.

Max looked to Pikeman who tilted his head to the lady at the door, and Max passed her the catalogue.

‘Bull shit it like Neil. Fight through it like he does, be strong like Neil.’’

“M-my name is M-M-Max and I’m with the W-Wood Scouts, M-ma’am.”

She laughed and bent down to his height, and reached out to gently squeeze his cheek.

Max resisted the urge to flinch, and gave the woman a weak smile, her hand were very warm.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest scout there ever was! How’d you get all them bruises, honey?”

Max looked down and began to shuffle his feet, his thumb had returned to his mouth, and Pikeman began to panic and was going to interject.

“I went on a ropes course.” Max told honestly, like Pikeman had taught him. They spent a whole day on telling the truth after Max had lied about sneaking through the older teen’s tent searching for his reward.

Max never lied again.

“Oh yeah? What else did you do?” Her heart absolutely melted at the nervous scout, he was  clearly upset by having to talk to a stranger and he was just the most sweetest thing she had ever laid her eyes on. She’d have tell everyone at work about the cute scout that visited her.

“I went rock climbing, and swimming, we did archery once, and we went hiking one day.” Max racked his brain, trying to think of what else they had done in the month Max had been stuck with the scouts.

‘Tortured, I was definitely tortured. And beat publicly and humiliated, and they broke me over a stupid teddy bear that they haven’t let me touch or see inweeks.’ Max fought down the voice that had suddenly broke through in his head.

“Oh, how exciting!” She stood up straight after petting Max’s wild curls. (Which Pikeman had tried to tame, and almost shaved off, but that was one fight Max won.)

“You’re selling popcorn? That’s neat. Have you been down this whole street?” She asked, flipping through the pages of the catalogue, finding some eye catching flavors.

Max furrowed his brows as he thought and found himself chewing at his nail.

He looked up at her from under the loose curls that fell on his forehead. Pikeman always said to keep eye contact.

“N-no ma’am. You’re my first customer.” He flinched when she gasped, he wondered if he had said something wrong and if Pikeman would be upset. What if he was sent to bed without dinner again? Or made to do chores, or have to sleep outside in his sleeping bag again?

What if Pikeman struck him again?

The right side of his face tingled at the thought.

He hadn’t called any of the Wood Scouts a name after that incident, even when he really wanted to. Even Snake had felt bad for him.

“Well, how about I make myself a memorable first customer! I’ll buy three big bags of this caramel corn!”

Max smiled up at her, eyes wide as he thought of how proud Pikeman would be.

Max turned to look at him, hoping to see some sense of happiness behind the stern yellow eyes, but his smile quickly fell when he met Pikeman’s gaze.

Pikeman was studying him up and down, trying to solve an equation very much invisible to Max.

The lady offered Max the catalogue as she went off to fetch her check book.

Max clutched the paper to his chest tightly, and began to shake under Pikeman’s intense gaze. Max’s eyes darted around as if someone was going to jump out of nowhere, but he stayed put because his leader hadn’t told him it was time to leave yet.

The lady returned to the door and offered Max the check, which he accepted with a quick nod.

“Thank you for the popcorn dear! Have a good time at camp okay?” She gently shut the door, and Max turned to stand in front of Pikeman who wordlessly offered his hand.

Max kept his eyes downcast as they trudged back to the bushes where Petrol and Snake had hidden themselves.

Pikeman had a tight grip on Max’s hand, and the smaller boy couldn’t help but whimper in pain as the tight grip continued to grow.

The acne ridden teen didn’t offer an apology, only loosened his grip upon hearing the noise Max had made.

The others stood at attention once Pikeman and Max rounded the corner into the thick brush.

“How’d it go?” Snake asked, taking the papers from Max’s hand. He gasped letting Petrol stare at the check.

Petrol gave him a thumbs up, and Snake patted his shoulder. Max felt his chest swell with hope at his reward.

“This is amazing! This is more than we’d sell in a month.”

Max tilted his head in confusion,”But it’s only three ba-”

“Don’t talk back, Maxwell.” Pikeman chided, eyes staring at nothing as he lost himself back in thought.

Max stood up straight and kept his eyes downcast, when did he come so used to this routine? The routine of hiding himself.

“Let’s go back to headquarters, I think we need to rethink our entire plan.”

“You’re crazy!” Snake gasped, staring at the paper in front of them.

Max wasn’t allowed to sit at the table with the high ranking scouts, so he sat next to Pikeman’s chair, picking at grass that had tried to sprout under the Meeting Tent.

“I would have said the same thing myself; however, Maxwell proved me wrong.”

Max looked up when he heard his name mentioned, and was met with a cold hand brushing back- no, petting his hair, as if Max was his pet. Pikeman seemed proud of him, and a Max began to feel his own pride flow inside him.

“So your lap dog has finally done something right?” Another troop leader laughed, and Pikeman scoffed at the name. Max frowned, keeping the snide comments he would have loved to make to himself.

“Maxwell will you please stand on the chair.” Pikeman stood up and pushed the chair back to give Max room to climb on.

Max could feel the whole room’s eyes settle on him and he chewed on his thumb, fighting the red color that overcame his cheeks, and was trying his best not to slouch. They always teased when Pikeman corrected him on something as simple as slouching.

“Max is small and very thin. He’s shy,” He gestured to the blush that settled on his cheeks, and easily wrapped his thumb and middle finger so they touched around Max’s upper arm.

“He fidgets nervously and is the youngest of the Sleepy Peak troop. He screams weak, and gentle.” The other’s leaned forward, clearly interested in what Pikeman was trying to prove.

“He’s adorable. And that’s what sells.” A few uneasy glances are passed around the room, Pikeman coughed to bring them back.

“Think about it, colorful cookie names, vibrant boxes with cutesy animal designs, and most of all shy and dainty Flower Scouts to sell them. The Flower Scouts sell because they play to the people, they don’t need to intimidate because they’ve already manipulated them into buying just by batting their eyes and being cute. “

“It’s even in the name! When you think of flowers, you think of pleasant plants and sweet smells? Now what do you think when you hear the word ‘Woods.”

“You’re onto something, Edward.” Another troop leader agreed.

“I think it’s time to reconstruct are popcorn selling plan, and our looks, but for now I think it’s time to take care of some business.”

Pikeman gently lifted Max off the chair, as the scouts began to discuss the new plan, and set him on the ground.

“It’s time for your reward, Max.” Pikeman’s face had gone gentle, and Max willingly took his hand.

Snake and Petrol followed the duo back to Pikeman’s tent where Max was instructed to sit on the cot and wait.

Max kicked his legs, his whole body buzzing with excitement upon getting the chance to see Mr. Honey nuts. His heart raced as he thought of the many night he would hold his friend close, and how all anxieties would creep away from Max when his friend was with him.

He couldn’t help the creeping smile that had somehow found its way onto his face. His adorable plush friend he hadn’t seen since the ropes course on his first day. He had made it, he had been a good boy and he would finally get back his bear. What he had fought for since day one.

Max saw Pikeman’s feet come into view from where he was staring at the ground.

“Maxwell, you may look up now.”

Max whipped his head up, his wide grin and sparkling eyes falling as he saw his bear.

It was mostly deflated, most of the stuffing had fallen out, and the bear has several missing limbs, it only had its right arm and its left leg was hanging by a single thread.

The bear was missing both eyes and it’s head was void of stuffing.

Pikeman held out the pieces, growing more frustrated by the second.

“Go on Maxwell, take you reward.” He urged, confused on why the boy looked so sad after he had just gifted him back the prized toy that made him join the Wood Scouts.

Max took it and as soon as he touched it the head fell off and rolled away.

“Yes, Maxwell you’ve earned this. You’ve proven to the other troops that the Sleepy Peak district is one of high standard, and that we can turn anyone into an honorable scout. It’s certainly shown and will reflect on my reputation.” He bragged, Max knew that the earlier pride he saw was not meant for him.

No one was expecting the weak sob that fled the boy.

‘David wouldn’t cry, fight it, be strong like David.’ Max tried to convince himself but he could feel the burning tears begin to well up.

“He’s ruined!” Max cried, a familiar fight rising in his chest. He threw the body at Pikeman.

Tears blurred his vision and he didn’t fight against them this time, sobs wracked his tiny frame.

The sobs turned into screams as Max released almost a month’s worth of emotions that had been pent up inside of him. The frustration, the anger, the sad nights, and the fear rang through his screams.

He slammed his fists on the cot, his screams only increasing in volume as his tears fell faster and more frequently.

“M-My Bear!” Max wailed, curling in on himself, his mind raced with the picture of holding his ruined comfort item.

“M-Maxwell, please, stop this.” Pikeman stared at his friends for help, having never experienced Max having a crying fit, Snake and Petrol looked as equally afraid.

Snake went into action shoving the pieces of the torn bear into his leader’s hands, and Pikeman in turn held them out to Max.

“W- We can fix this Max. We’ll fix this dont worry! We can sew can’t we!” Pikeman knew for a fact he couldn’t and he turned to his friends who shrugged in response.

Max continued to wail, smacking the ruined pieces of his teddy out of Pikeman’s hands.

Guilt flooded the Wood Scouts, and Pikeman moved to comfort the boy.

He’d pat his head and tell him he was proud! That had always made Max happy in the past.

But he only cared for it because it meant he inching closer to get his bear, Oh..

Pikeman stared at the remains of Mr. Honey Nuts.

 Or maybe not.

The flap to Pikeman’s tent opened and he whipped around quickly to shoo the stray scout, who was clearly enticed to peak by the screaming, off but froze when he met eyes with a familiar tall man.

A small scout tried pushing the older man back, “He just came stomping through here and all his campers are raising a riot all over camp!”

David stood tall, eyes dark, bags layered under his eyes from sleepless night that had been haunting him for almost a month.

“I heard from a good friend at the bar that a curly black haired boy sold her Wood Scout’s Popcorn. Said he was tan skinned, with the widest blue eyes. Said he was covered in bruises.” David chuckled darkly.

Where’s my camper at?” He spat, and as if on cue Max let out a loud cry behind Pikeman, too lost in his crying fit to notice his camp counselor who came to rescue him.

Cries from the outside surrounded the tent, some about a girl who was climbing and wreaking havoc, and about how their phones and other electronics had been hacked. More filled as the other yellow shirt wearing campers flooded in.

Pikeman shrunk as David stalked closer.

Nikki and Neil hurried for Max to get into the middle of their bed.

Bed was a loose term, it was actually their three cots pushed together since the two campers couldn’t bare anymore separation from their friend.

Max rolled his eyes but got under the covers letting his two friends get comfortable on either side of him.

Neil dug under the bed and passed the patchwork bear to Max, as was routine for them, as it had been for the past week.

The yellow and brown fabric that covered the bear didn’t even show signs of ripping as Max gripped it tight, and his friend were gentle as the cuddled close to their friend, not wanting to press against any wounds.

David peeked in a few minutes after lights out had officially been put in place, scratching at his bare neck sheepishly when Max smiled at him as was routine for them now.

Before David could even get in his own good nights, Max’s friends had been anticipating David’s arrival.

“Good night!” Nikki screamed with her eyes still closed.

Max fought back his urge to flinch, and smiled at his friend’s antics.

“Yeah, night, David.” Neil yawned.

Max felt Neil’s back press against his own.

“Night ass hat.” Max said, faux annoyance in his voice.

“Goodnight my Camp Campbell campers.”

anonymous asked:

Number 9+5 with jungkook please:))))))

Prompt request: “Will you be quiet!?” + “I made my baby cry!”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort + Fluff

Summary: Usually, Jungkook finds your loudness an endearing and cute quality. But today is not one of those days. After crashing at Jungkook’s apartment, you wake up to find him studying. Despite trying your best not to disturb him, you still can’t manage to keep quiet.

Word count: 1.5k words


Stretching your arms across the soft fabric of Jungkook’s sheets, you yawned and roused slowly. Last night, you had been studying with your boyfriend when a rainstorm made it too difficult to get home. Graciously, Jungkook had offered you his bed while he slept on the couch–you had only just begun dating and didn’t want to make it awkward.

Still, as you rose from the bed dressed in one of Jungkook’s old t-shirts, you couldn’t help but feel a little too domestic for a budding romance.

As you crept forwards, you landed on a floorboard that creaked loudly, cutting through the peaceful silence of the room. Wincing, you continued on quickly. You opened the door and stepped into the hallway, jumping as the sound of the door ricochetting off the walk echoed through Jungkook’s flat.

“Y/N?” Jungkook called out from somewhere, unseen. “Are you up?”

“Yep!” you chirped, emerging from the hallway. Jungkook was sitting on the couch, laptop perched on top of his thighs and textbooks scattered around him. His hair was messy, ruffled from sleep. You walked up behind Jungkook and pecked the top of his head. “Still studying?”

Jungkook nodded soundlessly, fingers typing furiously as his eyes scanned his textbook at a rapid speed.

Smiling to yourself, you detached yourself from your boyfriend and made your way into the kitchen. “I’m just going to eat something before I head out,” you said as you walked away.

“Sure,” Jungkook responded, sounding preoccupied. Understandably so–midterms were rapidly approaching.

Standing on the tips of your toes, you searched through Jungkook’s cabinets, trying to locate the utensils you needed. The dishes clanked as you retrieved a bowl that was stored higher on the shelves. Next, you rooted through the drawers, trying to find a spoon.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook began a little apologetically, craning his head to look at you from the living room. “You’re kinda loud, and I just need to focus right now.”

“Oh, of course!” you responded. You placed a finger over your lips. “I’ll be quiet.”

A box of cereal was on the countertop already, pressed flush against the backsplash. It was one of those bland, fibrous ones that was actually healthy. Figures Jungkook would eat that kind of thing. Opening the fridge, you grabbed a carton of milk and poured it into your bowl of cereal. There wasn’t enough milk, so the majority of the cereal remained dry.

Whatever, you weren’t picky.

You tossed the empty carton into the recycling bin, and it collided with the contents already inside. A few cans tumbled to the bottom of the bin, clanging loudly as they went.

“Sorry!” you squeaked, your arms outstretched towards the offending cans uselessly.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook said with a quiet laugh.

You slipped into a seat in front of Jungkook’s small kitchen table. For a shabby apartment–Jungkook was a poor university student–the kitchen was quite nice. The table was nestled into a corner, adjacent to a large window that let in plenty of light. Basking in the morning sun, the sky filled with full, fluffy clouds following the storm, you began to eat your cereal.

Due to the lack of milk, the cereal was quite dry. You munched on the dry grains absentmindedly, staring at the expanse of blue sky in front of you, lined with concrete structures and towering skyscrapers.

You couldn’t hear the sound of Jungkook’s frustrated sighs over your loud crunching.

Eventually, you finished the tasteless bowl of cereal. As you stood up to wash your dishes, your momentum caused the chair to slide backwards. It scraped loudly against the tile floors. Sighing inwardly at yourself, you made your way to the sink.

You turned on the taps and poured soap into the bowl. Scrubbing diligently, you began to hum a song that had been stuck in your head for the past few days, swaying gently to the light melody.

“Will you be quiet!?” Jungkook finally snapped, eyes glaring up from his laptop, gaze piercing into your back.

Your eyes widened, and you turned to face Jungkook. Hurt radiated through you, making your heart sting. “O-oh, sorry,” you replied with a watery smile. “I didn’t notice. Sorry.”

Turning back to the sink, you turned the taps and stopped the flow of water. Biting your lip, you felt hot tears begin to well in your eyes. With your head ducked down, you hurried out the kitchen and back in the direction of the bedroom.

“Y/N…,’ Jungkook called after you, a bit regretfully.

You didn’t hear whatever else Jungkook had to say. Shutting the bedroom door quietly behind you, a few stray tears trailed down your cheeks. Hastily, you wiped them away, cursing at your oversensitivity.

You tried to rationalize with yourself. You knew Jungkook was feeling really stressed lately. Naturally, you were a noisy person, and it was insensitive of you to be so loud while he was studying. Plus, he had been nice enough to let you crash at his apartment even when he was so busy. It made sense for him to be frustrated with you. Still, it didn’t make his words or his tone hurt any less.

The clothes you had worn previously were folded neatly on the foot of the bed. You quickly changed into them, laying Jungkook’s shirt down carefully. As you were attempting to put on your socks, you fell onto the soft bed.

Sitting motionless for a bit, you sniffled quietly and tried to collect yourself.

From behind you, you heard the sound of the doorknob turning. The door creaked as it opened slowly. Jungkook slipped into the room, padding across the floor soundlessly. You lowered your head, avoiding his gaze. You clasped your hands in your lap, opting to look at them instead.

Beside you, the bed dipped as Jungkook sat down tentatively.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his arm nervously. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I’m just really stressed and I took it out on you.”

You didn’t respond. Biting your lip, you fought back another fresh wave of years.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked. He slid a hand underneath the curtain of hair that had fallen around your face. Cupping the side of your jaw gently, he raised your head to face him. His mouth opened in surprise when he took in your appearance, forming a small “o.”

Your eyes were ringed with red, framed by wet eyelashes. Your lips were red and swollen from biting, and your chin quivered slightly.

“I made my baby cry!” Jungkook gasped, his eyebrows furrowed. He wiped away a single tear with his thumb. “Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I’m such an asshole, shit.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, pressing your face into the crook of his neck protectively. Rubbing gentle circles into your back, he mumbled apologies into the crown of your head.

“I didn’t mean it, okay?” he asked helplessly, taken aback by your uncharacteristic silence. “It was my fault. Sometimes I have a bad temper, but it’s no excuse to make you hurt like this.”

You pulled back, still refusing to meet Jungkook’s gaze. “It’s okay,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “I know I’m too loud.”

“You’re loud, but that’s fine,” Jungkook insisted, holding your hands in his. “You’re super noisy, and you’re always doing something. But it’s cute, and it’s one of the reasons why I love you so much. Without you, my life would be quiet and boring. Being loud isn’t something you should be sorry for.”

“You mean it?” you asked, incredulous. Your eyes widened, finally peering up to meet Jungkook’s.

“What?” Jungkook asked, tilting his head with confusion written all over his face. “Yeah, it’s cute.”

“No, after that,” you said, unable to bite back the smile tugging at your lips.

A furious blush bloomed over Jungkook’s cheeks as he recalled what he said. “U-uh, yeah,” he stuttered, his voice uncertain. This time, it was he who glanced away. “That’s okay, right?”

“Say it again,” you demanded cheekily, grinning fully now. Any hurt had been washed away by Jungkook’s confession.

“I love you,” Jungkook repeated, his blush spreading to his ears. Still, his voice was steady this time, and he looked you in the eye. “So much.”

You laughed joyously, launching yourself into Jungkook’s arms. The both of you fell onto the bed, the mattress creaking underneath you. Jungkook laughed too, arms wrapping around your waist instinctively. Jungkook pressed gentle kisses against your lips, then down your jaw, and finally settled at the bottom of your neck.

Weaving your fingers through Jungkook’s soft hair, you smiled at the boy wrapped around you.

“Now that you’ve said it, you can’t take it back,” you warned Jungkook. “I won’t ever shut up now.”

“Good,” Jungkook grinned, detaching himself from your neck to look at you. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

- Girl in Luv

It’s 3 AM right now. I have to be up in a few hours. But I’d do anything for fluff. Hope you enjoyed this imagine. Send us some more requests! You can check out our prompts page for inspiration. Happy reading~ 

Queen in the North {Pt. 6}

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

Requested: By the loveliest people to ever walk the Earth

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: none that I can think of tbh

Word Count:  2,149

Tag List: @secretschuylersister @rainwing-galaxy @mystic-platypus77 @ly–canthrope  @beautifulsomethings 

“What are you doing today?” Robb asked from his spot on your bed, his hand running lazily through Grey Wind’s fur.

“I planned on helping Sansa bake a few lemon cakes, and Arya had asked about-”

“I already cancelled your plans.” You lost track of the braid that you were currently working into your hair as you turned to give Robb a dirty look.

“What do you mean that you have cancelled all of my plans?”

“I mean that we are having a ‘Just Us’ day, and that I was not going to wait around for you to have a free day in order to make it happen.”

Just Us days were a tradition that had stuck with you from your first few weeks in Winterfell. They were exactly what they sounded like. A day that you and Robb could spend alone, taking the time to slow down in between your many lessons and duties through the years. They were getting harder and harder to coordinate as you grew older.

“Robb, we just had a few weeks worth of just us days.” You said, moving to sit opposite him on the bed. I think that my other responsibilities are a bit more pressing than sitting around with you and Grey Wind, as much as I adore the both of you.“

Robb’s hand found yours, gently looping your pinkies together in a way that caused your heart to flutter. "A few weeks of you waiting on me hand and foot. I hardly think that counts as a break for you.”

“I have so much to catch up on and-”

“Winterfell didn’t fall apart because you neglected your responsibilities for a few weeks. I think that everyone can last one more day while you take a break.”

You searched for a reason to say no, but what Robb was saying did make a lot of sense. Furthermore, Grey Wind was giving you the same eyes that he did while begging for table scraps. You all knew that they always worked.

You sighed and managed to meet Robb’s eyes long enough to nod once. Robb grinned, taking both of your hands in his and allowing himself a moment to think before standing up and making his way to the door, Grey Wind following close behind him. He paused in the doorway, eyes sweeping around the room. “I will meet you at your bench as soon as you are ready.” He made his way down the hall, and you hurried to finish the braid in your hair and pack a few necessities in a bag before rushing down the stairs to meet him.

“I have absolutely no idea what took you so long.” Robb laughed, linking your arms together and throwing your bag over his shoulder.

You caught Sansa’s eye as Robb lead you across the courtyard. Even you couldn’t miss the twinkle in her eye before she turned and made her way inside. Thankfully, the day was warm, and Robb’s light hearted laughter was enough to draw your attention away from wondering what Sansa might have been planning.

The walk to the woods felt shorter than you remembered it from when you were children. That might have had something to do with the fact that your legs were considerably longer, and you were distracted by Robb’s pinky, which was currently linked with your own. You found the pond in record time, Robb taking the opportunity to spread out a blanket while you played with Grey Wind in the clearing. You couldn’t help but laugh as the direwolf pranced around the clearing.

You had missed this. You loved your family, but there were times when your responsibilities piled up. Robb had always somehow known when it got to be too much, and you were forever grateful for his weird sixth sense about your stress levels. You chased Grey Wind around the clearing laughing when he turned and pounced on you, causing you both to tumble to the forest floor.

“I spent all this time laying out a blanket so that you wouldn’t get Sansa’s lovely new creation dirty, and here you are rolling in the dirt.” Robb’s voice was stern, but when you managed to tear your gaze away from Grey Wind, you saw him smiling. An honest to gods, Robb smile. The one where his eyes crinkled at the sides. It was one of your favorite smiles of all time, and you were happy to have it to yourself today.

“Up you come,” Robb said, offering you a hand and pulling you off of the ground. You underestimated the amount of strength he was going to put into pulling you up, and meant to stand up on your own. This resulted in you practically launching yourself onto him.

“Hi there.” You said softly, your nose a few centimeters away from Robb’s.

“Hi.” Robb was making no move to step away, until Grey Wind began to whine at his feet. “I think someone is hungry.”

You glanced down at the direwolf and you couldn’t help but smile. Grey Wind was loyal and fierce, but you and Robb did love to spoil him rotten.

Robb chuckled to himself and took your hand before leading you over to the picnic that he had set up for the two of you. He had managed to get all of your favorites, even though some of the fruit was out of season and sometimes proved troublesome to get to the North. There were lemon cakes, strawberries, and even a large piece of mutton for Grey Wind. You tossed him his well earned treat before tucking into one of the lemon cakes.

“I hope you saved some of these for Sansa. You know that if she finds out you didn’t she won’t speak to you for days.” You said, grinning in between bites.

“Always looking out for me.” Robb laughed, while you pretended that your face wasn’t warming up. “I did leave her a few, only because I knew that you would yell at me the entire trip back if I didn’t.”

“Let’s do something fun.” You say, sitting up and glancing around the clearing. Grey Wind had fallen asleep, and Robb looked like he wasn’t far behind his faithful companion. “Let’s climb a tree.”

After Robb chose to ignore your perfectly reasonable suggestion, you decided that you were going to do what you wanted. You marched over to the tree and only spared Robb one last look over your shoulder before hiking up your dress and making your way onto one of the sturdier looking branches.

As you sat down on the branch, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself. Maybe a little too proud of yourself for what you had actually accomplished. Although it was something that would seem insignificant to others, you were always a clumsy child, and had never actually made it up and into a tree before you fell out or someone yelled at you to stop before you hurt yourself.

Robb let out a surprised laugh at the sight of you perched on the branch. You couldn’t help yourself, and before long a giggle became a full on belly laugh. You grabbed your stomach that was starting to ache from the laughter.

That was a mistake.

Before you could stop yourself, you were sliding off of the branch. It all happened so quickly that you were not even able to let out a scream. Grey Wind was by your side in seconds, Robb not far behind.

“I should have known better than to let you into a tree.” Robb said softly, allowing you to lean against him while you acclimated to being in the ground.

“My arm hurts.” you said softly into the crook of Robb’s neck.

“I know. We will have it looked at as soon as we get back.” Robb scooped you up in his arms, being as gentle as possible. You walked for a few minutes, before you remembered the picnic that was still laid out for the two of you in the clearing.

“I’m sorry.” you said quietly, breaking the silence that was hanging between the two of you. Robb simply rose his eyebrows at you. “I know that you probably had better plans for us today. You know, ones that didn’t include me falling out of a tree.”

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” Robb’s voice was soft, but there was a quiet command in it as well.

“I knew I was clumsy before I climbed up that tree.” you said, moving your uninjured arm to loop around his shoulder.

“But you also knew that I was usually there to catch you. Maybe I should be apologizing.” Robb muttered, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Robb,” you said quietly, forcing him to look at you. “I feel safe with you. This is no one’s fault. Not really.” He was silent again, and you knew that it would be better to let him work through his feelings on his own. “It’s fine” you said quietly, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m fine, or at least I will be when we get back.”

The two of you were nearly back to the castle, and you could feel at least a bit of the tension beginning to melt from his shoulders.

“I could walk, you know.” Robb grunted, barely acknowledging what you were saying. He merely shifted you in his arms, somehow managing to pull you closer to him.

You sighed to yourself, and allowed him to carry you up into the infirmary. Robb began to explain what happened as Old Nan gently examine your arm. All of the words fell on deaf ears, until Old Nan confidently announced that your arm was not broken. “Although there will certainly be some bruising, as long as you stay away from trees, everything will be fine in maybe a week.”

“That’s good,” Robb said, once again linking his pinky with your own. “We wouldn’t want you in a sling for the wedding.”

You felt your entire body tense up, and your eyes widen. Old Nan quickly sat down the wrap that she was putting away and made her way out of the room.

“What did you just say?” you asked, timidly. You might have misunderstood him, maybe you were all attending a wedding in a few days. It wouldn’t have been the first time that you all were required to attend some distant cousin’s wedding. And most of all, you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“I was thinking about our wedding. You would still look beautiful in a sling, but I think that it would be better for everyone if you were mobile”

“Robb?” Your heart was racing. Robb truly was talking about your wedding. The only problem was that he hadn’t proposed yet. “You haven’t asked.”

“Asked what?”

“You haven’t asked me to marry you yet.” Robb blinked a few times, as if you were speaking Valyrian all of a sudden. “I mean, unless you were just assuming that I was going to say yes. I mean,”

“That’s what I forgot to do today.” Robb was grinning to himself. He sat down across from you on the bed and took both of your hands in his. “I had a much better setting planned out for all of this, I’ll have you know.” Suddenly, you were grinning too. “I had great speech planned out too. Guess it’s kind of useless now.”

You could feel your eyes watering, and if Robb’s hands weren’t holding your own, you were sure that they would be shaking.

“It doesn’t matter. This is perfect,” you said, your voice hardly above a whisper.

“So, will you?” Robb looked as if he was on the verge of tears as well. “Marry me that is.”

“Of course I will, you absolute dolt.”

The both of you were grinning, and maybe even crying a little, and then he was kissing you. And even though would never admit it, you had imagined this a thousand times over. But this? This was even more perfect than you ever could have imagined it. You felt yourself smiling into the kiss, and then Robb was smiling too.

He pulled away slowly and then gently rested his forehead against yours. “I love you.” he said,  before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“And I you.” Before you could say anything else, Grey Wind shoved his head in between the two of you, having gone without attention for long enough. “And I love you too.” you laughed, leaning down to plant a kiss on his head.

“Have I mentioned how much I love the both of you?” Robb asked, smiling down at the two of you.

You leaned back onto Robb, resting your head on his shoulder. “You have, but you could always tell me again.” 

Being Peter's partner on Team Stark and getting hurt would include...
  • You and Peter met during the Civil War events
  • Both of you had been recruited by Stark
  • “Hey, I’m peter, I mean, Spider-Man”
  • “Hi, Peter, I’m Y/N”
  • Showing your powers to each other efore the airport fight
  • You had invisibility and force fields creating abilities
  • “Now you see me… now you don’t”
  • “Holy shit that’s amazing!”
  • Him trying to shoot webs at you
  • And failing miserably
  • You laughing at him
  • Then forming an invisible force field next to him
  • “Throw that lamp at me”
  • “Y/N wtf…”
  • “DO IT!”
  • Hiding with him at the airport
  • Trying not to laugh right before Stark called you
  • Your duty was basically staying invisibly attached to Peter, forming a force field around him to protect the boy
  • And you succeeded in the first half hour
  • But as every human being you got tired eventually
  • And suddenly, between Giant-Man and the Great Escape, you got off Peter
  • And appeared right next to Clint
  • “WOAH WHAT THE-”
  • Him shooting you in your left hip, out of surprise
  • “Where did this kid come from?!”
  • You attempting to continue fighting
  • But the pain was almost unbearable
  • “Stark, L/N’s been shot.”
  • Peter suddenly stopped fighting
  • “I’m alright… alright…”
  • “Take her to the jet!”
  • You fainting
  • Peter refusing to leave until he knows you’re alright
  • “Am I dead?”
  • “No, you’re gonna be just fine, miss.”
  • “Oh, dang it.”
  • Apologizing to Stark
  • “Mr. Stark, sorry I was a shitty teammate”
  • “What do you mean? You took a big one for the team.”
  • “Oh and by the way, certain Spiderboy will be happy to know you’re awake.”
  • Peter rushing inside the room when he heard you were awake
  • “Y/N oh thank goodness!”
  • “PETER! I’ve missed you!”
  • Him hugging you carefully
  • Also smoothly stealing a kiss from you (not that you cared, though)
  • “Damn it feels good to be back!”
  • “I’m glad you’re back”
  • “Ugh you two are too cute”
  • “Shit I forgot Mr. Stark was still here”

So I gave myself a sad on the way home from work. I’m not masochistic (or sappy) enough to write all of it, but I’m sharing a bit, anyway.

(Implied spoilers for episode 103.)

*

The third time Percy dies, it’s an instantaneous thing. Maybe the whole process has changed somehow in the last 60 or so years, since the last time he did this. Whatever it is, he’s grateful for the lack of drama. 

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magnifreakingcent  asked:

what really is the reason why we can't get the rest of the 5 seasons? bc it just breaks my heart ASKADSJISSNOS

No official reason has ever been given. But here are some random thoughts:

- This show was never meant to get this big. It was a small little production for Norwegian teens. The actors are amateurs and they have a life outside of the show. They’re not full time actors. They barely get paid at all. They’re not media trained. The whole crew is very small and tight and they work around the clock. This show started as a way to make teenage girls in Norway feel a little better about themselves and to educate them. In S1, the characters were actually able to communicate on instagram through comments because not too many people commented. Now the comments sections are mine fields.

- The show got too big. It got attention from all corners of the globe. Julie gets contacted by the freaking New York Times. People fly from South Korea and the US to meet the cast, some of which are teenagers who go to high school. People start becoming interested in the cast’s daily lives. It’s fun. It’s great content while we wait for S4. Their families are nice. Their friends are awesome content providers. Etc.

- The cast’s loved ones start getting targeted. Mean and cruel comments rain on their instas. “Dirty hipsters”, Rumen gets the nickname ‘Semen’ (wtf), a couple of death threats (yes legit death threats) here and there. People are no longer just interested and grateful. They’re entitled now. They demand things. Comments like “i’m disappointed. I will never see character X the same way again” can be found on their instas. Even the actors’ mothers get targeted now for being “money hungry” “fame whore”. Some actors have to pretend to be taking phone calls at school or ask their teacher to cover for them. People are now demanding and cruel. Make one mistake and you’re “canceled” “delete your existence you homophobic piece of shit” “nobody wants to hear from you your career is over” “Julie is a disgusting ableist and homophobic asshole and i will fight her” “fuck you just say you hate muslims and go” etc.

- Instagrams get deleted now. Some come back (David’s) but comments have to be disabled on some posts because some people want to sniff Tarjei’s panties. Some don’t (ruby sigh). Some actors have to post on their insta story to leave other actors alone because they’re not their characters (Iman about Josefine and Cengiz). Some stop posting for weeks when they used to post 938483 times a day (Henrik). Etc. It’s become toxic. It’s become a 24/7 thing. It’s become exhausting.

- Julie and Mari went from writing and getting the feedback of Norwegian teens to having to cater to the desires of very demanding people from all over the world. People who don’t understand that characters are allowed to fuck up from time to time, who don’t understand how POV works, who jump to conclusions and are so passionate (which is great and awesome) but also so cruel.

- They never signed up for all of this. And yes fame comes with a price and they should be grateful but honestly they never signed up for the intrusion, for the harassment, for the hate. Nobody deserves this.

- Money was probably an issue too. As a show gets bigger, you need more money. And when you remember that this is funded by taxpayer money by Norwegians, it’s kinda messed up to feel entitled at all. Yes they get fame from the international attention but how do you quantify that? At the end of the day, what do they get from that? No profit whatsoever. Not even self-esteem benefits from this because some of the cruel stuff people spew all day every day is truly upsetting. And if it keeps ME at night, then I can’t imagine what it does to them.

- Rights sold to America. This might also have created conflict. But i dont think so. I think Julie and the rest are just tired and need a vacation.

- People with NRK insiders saying that Julie actually stopped the show because NRK refused to give her a raise…….. ok. Right. Sure. As if you can spend years with these characters in your head and then just abandon them because of a raise.

- This post makes no sense. I apologize. Now am I devastated that my favorite show that no one knew about a year ago is ending? YES DAMMIT I AM CRUSHED. Do I understand that it had to? Yes to that, too.

- im sorryyy djdbsjsn

The Avenger-Mom (Bucky x Reader)

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! Thank you for being amazing and beautiful in everything you do!

It’s been forever since I’ve written and I apologize for that.

Thank you all for the love on Notebook! I was shocked to say the least:)

Summary: You’re the ‘mom’ of the team but what happens when you’re not Bucky’s fan?

Word Count: Could this have been written in 2 parts? Sure, but where’s the fun in that?! Just kidding, I didn’t want to stop.. So.. Lord knows…. (I’m so sorry I don’t know I don’t have Word so I can’t count them and I refuse to count them myself because it’s a lot.)

Warnings: Suicide mentions, suicide scene (NO ONE DIES), sad moments tbh, fluff, hugs (A TON OF HUGS), sign language (If that’s even a warning), annoyed Bucky, nightmares, and crying. Dang… It sounds really heavy but go with it.

Please let me know if you liked it! Thank you for reading, I hope you have a good day:)

~Maggie~


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Originally posted by theseromaniansarecrazy

You’ve been at the Avengers compound for almost 8 months because your cousin Tony requested you after the fallout between himself and none other than Captain America. Luckily between that time, Tony and Natasha have been speaking to Captain and the government finally expunged what James Barnes did while he was under mind-control by writing him off as ‘mentally unstable’.

You rubbed your hands together excitedly as you awaiting the arrival of the other half of the infamous team. To your knowledge they all knew who you were and understood your reasoning to be there for the team.

An Honorary Mother, everyone likes to say.

You’re a very affectionate person, you’ve always loved seeing people smile because of you and enjoyed helping them through issues and were very excited to help the coming members, especially James Barnes. You read his file and couldn’t stop the blush as you looked at all the pictures they had of him. He was incredibly handsome and you knew he needed someone other than Captain America to help.

“Hey, waiting for your new sons and daughters?” Natasha said lightly as she walked over to you at the entrance of the compound. You turn to her and gave her a hug, she laughs quietly and hugs you back before pulling away, “you do know you saw me an hour ago?” She asks with a quirked eyebrow, you shrug and watch the doors.

“Everyone needs hugs, it’s scientifically proven to help you mentally and physically, you know.” You note smiling at her, she rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless.

“Are you excited to meet them?” She says after a few moments of silence, you nod quickly and look to the door, again rubbing your hands together.

“I hope they like me.” You say quietly looking at the floor briefly as though you’d just confessed to stealing cookies before dinner. Natasha puts an arm around your shoulder, grinning to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. You’re our adopted mom.” You look at her and smile just as the doors open.

You wait for everyone to come up to you and Natasha, your heart pounding loudly in your ears and you stare up and Captain America and James Barnes, they have at least 8 inches on you. Natasha elbows you lightly and cocks her head towards them.

Captain puts his hand in front of you and smiles brightly, “Hello, my name is Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.” You glance at his hand then his face before hugging him around the waist tightly, he coughs awkwardly and hugs you back gently. You pull away and smile at everyone staring at you with wonder except James Barnes who stares at you with anxious eyes.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Pushing Buttons (Part 2)

Steve x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex (wear a condom, pee after), oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, slight choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, bossy/demanding Steve, rough sex, mentions of being tied up, ass slapping. Also, swearing

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AN: I told you there’d be a part two. I’m sorry I’m such a wordy mother fucker but it’s worth it. (so fucking worth it). Enjoy.

After Steve left, you took a long, hot shower. You needed to wash the mission off your skin and you scrubbed long and hard until you felt clean. Then, you turned the water as hot as you could stand it and just stood under the stream.

You had no idea what possessed Steve to kiss you. You were kicking yourself for not kissing him back but you had been shocked into inaction. One minute he was yelling at you, the next, his lips were against yours. You brushed a finger up against your lips trying to make sense of what had happened.

You were also stalling. You didn’t want to go down to dinner and face everyone. You were upset that you’d have to sit out the next three missions. Three! You could feel yourself getting angry again and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself. You were also embarrassed at your behaviour. You had let your anger get the better of you. But, dammit, you still didn’t know why he was so pissed during the mission.

Eventually the water turned cold and you quickly dressed and headed down to eat. You were hoping it wouldn’t be a full house since you didn’t want to have to answer any questions but luck wasn’t on your side because almost everyone was sitting around the table eating together. As soon as you into the room, everyone stopped talking. You knew they had been talking about you and it made your skin prickle.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered under your breath, taking your seat.

“Sam told us what happened,” Wanda spoke, not unkindly.

He had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Really Wilson? You couldn’t wait for me to share?”

“I’m sorry! After I came to check on you everyone wanted to know if you were okay. It just came out.”

You didn’t respond, instead, choosing to ignore him and eat in silence.

“C’mon, Y/N. Don’t be mad.”

“I’m just impressed you got him to yell at you,” piped up Natasha from the other end of the table. “He never yells.”

“Lucky me then,” you replied, sourly.

Just then, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” you turned around. “Does that count as subordination, too, Sir?”

Steve rolled his eyes at you, “No. That’s just you being a brat.”

You could feel your nostrils flare. Standing up abruptly, you picked up your plate, “I’m not that hungry after all,” you said leaving the table before you could get in any more trouble.

No one followed you out. 

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As vampires become cooler in modern culture, I’ve noticed a funny trend emerging- people (or rather, characters) who don’t want to be turned are the ones who stand out.  The modern vampire seems to carry with them not only immortality but beauty, wealth and magical powers…perhaps at the price of having to kill, perhaps only having to non-fatally wound mortal victims.  Either way, the thinking goes, who wouldn’t make such a trade?

This sort of temptation used to be seen as evil.  Now it’s seen as commonsense.

The most interesting vampire novel I’ve read in a long time, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown, dealt with this question constantly.  Tana has, essentially, the ticket to a glamorous life that others would literally kill to posses, and she doesn’t want it.  Neither the vampires nor the wannabes will take no for an answer, and why should they?  She’s just being stubborn.  Even I fell prey to this thinking towards the middle of the book- it was obviously going to happen, so why didn’t Tana just get it over with and give in already?

Because she didn’t want to, that’s why.  Because even when her friends and her enemies and her audience (in-universe on the reality tv show and out of universe reading her book) wanted her to, it was her damn life and her damn choice to make.

Coldtown stood out to me recently, but I first noticed this kind of narrative in Queen of the Damned.  David, a not-quite-vampire-hunter, is offered eternal life by Lestat and refuses, for no reason he can quite articulate.  There are plenty of things he could say (first and foremost that the events of the book have shown him just what a selfish and lonely life it would be), but it ultimately comes back to that simple sentiment- he doesn’t want to.  Lestat is baffled, but it’s unclear just how reliable a narrator we should find him, even in the third person.

I’ve been told that in the next book, David is turned against his will by Lestat and ultimately thanks him for this.  This is only one of the reasons I don’t want to read any more of the Vampire Chronicles.

But this point of view- that refusing the offer of a vampire’s gift is foolish- seems to seep in even when it isn’t supported by the narrative.  I think this (in addition to sexism, rape apologism, and not having read the book) is part of why nearly all modern Dracula adaptations portray what he has with Mina as romance rather than an assault.  Why wouldn’t Mina want to be a vampire, after all?  Why would she want to stay with a mortal lawyer when she could be a powerful undead royal consort?  Saying no is the silly decision of a stuffy Victorian, and we can’t have our heroine be one of those.

If I recall correctly, there was a scene way back in Interview with the Vampire where Louis (always more down on vampirism than Lestat) watches a band of vampires force a human woman on stage to argue for her life.  He reflects that this debate is rigged; the woman is frightened and confused, they are practiced manipulators, and there is no way for it all to end but with her death.  Tana and David and Mina are all in a similar position.  Characters and audiences alike demand they make a good case for not joining the creatures of the night, and “I just don’t want to” isn’t a good enough answer.

Tana and David and Mina never signed up for this debate, though.  Practiced manipulators are always going to win this debate.  Perhaps the true sign of courage- not in the characters but in the author of vampire fiction- is treating “I don’t want to” as not only a good answer, but the end of the debate.