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Just a Little Longer

Request by: @the100-supernatural-imagines

Request: So it would be something where you’re Bucky’s sister and also a former Winter Soldier but are “normal” again and get along with all other Avengers, especially Steve. Then at the time at civil war where Bucky gets taken by shield and locked in that glass cube you do everything to free him. When Zemo talks the Russian words to Buck, they also have an effect on you and you attack him and Buck gets free. Later Sharon sees you in your state and accidentally stabs you while fighting with you. You break down and get yourself back to normal, Bucky as well as soon as he sees you on your knees. Steve and Buck then take you to a hospital where you barely survive but all your friends are with you and you get back to health again :) I really hope this is okay and I’m sorry it’s so long.

A/N: I really loved this request, brother!Bucky is everything

Warnings: swearing?, Gun shot wound, Loss of consciousness, I think that’s it??

Things were finally getting better. Granted, life was still difficult and you sometimes found yourself confused or lost, but you were getting better. You and Bucky had managed to escape Hydra and were now living in a small apartment in Bucharest together. You didn’t have much, but you had your brother and he had you. He was improving too, not as quick as you but he was remembering things. He remembered faces and places and that was something. You had a lot of faith in him.

He, however, happened to lack that faith. He saw himself as a murderer. He didn’t see the good in him that you did, he had yet to understand that it was Hydra that killed those people, not him. You knew he’d never be the same Bucky as before, but you also knew that he wasn’t the Winter Soldier either. He was a new man that had good intentions and a kind heart. He just had trouble seeing it. He also had a lot of trouble trusting people. A big reason why you often found him tagging along with you to town or wherever else you decided to go. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you and I wasn’t there to protect you,” his argument had always been.

You struggled with the same issues that he did. Hydra used you just as they had used him. You were also one of the many Winter Soldiers. You’d done some very bad things, some worse than others, but you knew that it wasn’t actually you who took those lives. Living with the memories of those you killed haunted you every day, just as they had Bucky. Luckily you were coping well and you were on the road to recovery.

You remembered your family and friends. You remembered your life back in the thirties and the forties. You remembered Bucky enlisting and shipping off, you remembered it all. You specifically remembered a certain boy from Brooklyn that had stole your heart without even knowing it; you also know that’s he’s been searching far and wide for Bucky, oblivious to your existence.

It made sense that he wanted to hide away from everyone. You understood he didn’t remember Steve completely, just fragmented memories that he wasn’t even sure actually occurred. You remember Steve though, and while you missed him dearly you’d hide with Bucky for as long as he needed because he was your brother, your family, and he’d always come first.

“Y/n turn on the tv, have you seen the news?” Bucky walked into your tiny living room with a anxious look on his face. You furrowed your eyebrows and did as he said. A feeling of dread washed over you as you watched what was being broadcasted.

Bucky was being framed for bombing a building and they were saying you helped him. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, “what are we gonna do, Buck? We can’t just go out there claim our innocence.” You closed your eyes and shook your head. It almost felt like the two of you weren’t meant to be free.

“We’re gonna figure this out, we just need to get out of here first.” He calmly spoke as you nodded and went to your room to grab a small bag of your things. On your way out you froze.

In the middle of your kitchen was Steve Rogers, snooping through your things. Bucky hadn’t noticed him yet and you weren’t sure what to do. So you cleared your throat and got both males’ attention. When Bucky saw him standing there he tensed and looked over at you.

"Y/n, come stand behind me.” You slowly walked passed Steve, you couldn’t believe he was standing so close to you after all these years. You didn’t realize just how much you’d missed him.

He stared at you with a hard look on his face before his eyes moved over to Bucky. “I didn’t know y/n was also with Hydra.” He stated blankly, attempting to look unaffected.

Truth was, Steve always had a tenderness in his heart for you. Being only a year younger than him, he considered you just as much a friend to him as Bucky. He even had a small crush on you back in the day, how could he not though? You were y/n. Beautiful and kind y/n who never cared about his size or how sickly he used to be. “She’s one in a million, Buck.” He’d always say to his friend with a dreamy look in his eyes.

Now you were here again, right in front of him as beautiful as ever and you didn’t seem afraid. In fact, you seemed almost happy to see him. Maybe he was getting his hopes up and imagining things but you didn’t seem as concerned about his presence as Bucky seemed to be.

"She’s none of your concern.” He said gruffly, pushing you behind him further. You peeked from around his arm and gave Steve a small wave. “Hi, Stevie. Long time no see,” you lightly joked. He looked at you with wide eyes, mouth agape. “Y/n? You remember me?” He asked with a lost look on his face. You shrugged with a nod, “hard to forget someone as cute as you.” He blushed and looked away as Bucky turned to glare at you. “What are you doing? Stop!”

"He’s not gonna hurt us, Bucky. Right, Steve?” You looked at him hopefully, “you’re here to help us, aren’t you?” He nodded and looked at Bucky, “there’s people after you and if you don’t trust me then you’re not gonna get away.” You looked at Bucky with pleading eyes.

"I’m not going without you, Bucky, you know that, but please don’t run. I think he’s our best option right now. I know you don’t trust him but I do, I remember him, okay?”

Bucky shook his head and looked out the window before sighing, “it always ends in a fight.”

And so you found yourself surrounded by the Avengers. Well, half of them anyway. Without a Bucky. Deep down you knew he trusted Steve, he wouldn’t have told you to go with him if he didn’t, but he didn’t trust himself, and he wanted you safe in case the people after him were to try to go after you as well.

"We have to find him, Steve. He’s not going to be able to take them all on his own. I refuse to abandon him, he’s my brother.” You stared at him as you stood in a meeting room with several sets of eyes on you.

"He’s my brother too, y/n. We’re gonna get him, I promise.” He stood and walked over to you, grabbing you into a hug. You saw everyone leave out of the corner of your eye and sighed as you rested your head against Steve’s chest. “You were the first person I remembered. Well, the first person I remembered and believed were real.” You admitted as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Yeah? What’d you remember about me?” He asked, rubbing a hand up your back soothingly. You laughed as you thought of the memory, “that time Bucky made you get on that ride at Coney Island and you threw up.” You felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled, “he was such a jerk.” You giggled as you nod, “he still is. There’s traces of him that shine through every now and again. A few weeks ago I fell asleep on the couch and I woke up to him drawing on my face. It didn’t fade for days, I was so mad.” He laughed out loud at that.

"I remember when me and him would both draw on you when I stayed the night. You would go days without speaking to us sometimes.” He reminisced, you frowned, not recalling those times. “I don’t always remember things. A lot of things I do but sometimes I realize there’s gaps and I don’t know if they’ll ever be filled.” He nodded and looked down.

"Do you think Bucky will ever be the same? I mean you practically are, right?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. He’s so beautiful, you thought to yourself before lightly shaking your head.

"He’s not Bucky Barnes anymore, he’s just Bucky. He’ll never be who he was before, but he’ll also never be the Winter Soldier again either. Not consciously anyway. He remembers what he did to those people, so do I. We just cope differently. I have come to terms with what’s happened and I’ve accepted that it wasn’t my fault. Bucky hasn’t. So no, he’s not the easy going, flirty, goofy, outgoing guy that he was before. The things he’s been put through have hardened him and have weakened his trust in people. But he’s still got the kindest heart in the world. His goal now is to only do right by everyone. He’s a good man, Steve, he just doesn’t know it yet.” You explained, suddenly regretting your decision to not stay with him. You were supposed to have each other’s backs.

Before either of you could say anything else, Clint came into the room with Sam tagging along beside him. Both of the men had serious looks on their faces as they approached the two of you, “We have word on Bucky…he’s been captured.” Sam says, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You gasped and looked sharply at Steve who seemed to be thinking of what his next move would be.

"Was it Hydra? Who has him?” His tone changed, no longer were you standing beside sweet, vulnerable Steve who was just reminiscing on better times with you. Now you were looking at Captain Rogers, and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t look super hot when he turned into soldier Steve. You couldn’t help but get distracted by him.

"It’s Shield.” Clint said as he grabbed his bow and arrow, “do we need to suit up, Cap?” Steve looked at you and you nodded. “I’m going with or without you guys, he needs me.” You grabbed your things and made your way out of the room.

"Y/n you’re also being framed for this, you’re either going to get arrested or worse, killed, if you walk back into that city in plain view.” Steve argued, gently pulling you back by your shoulder. You shrugged him off and glared, “I know that, Steve. I know what I’m walking into but I’ll be damned if I just sit here and watch as my brother takes all the blame for something he didn’t even do. They’re saying he killed a king for god’s sake! He can’t go through this alone. I won’t let him.” He looked at you before letting out a sigh and nodding. “I just want you to be careful, okay? No funny business.” He pointed at you, rolling your eyes you nodded. “I’ve been hiding for the majority of my life, Steve, I’ll be fine.”

You may have been a little over confident in your ability to handle situations that involved fighting. Since you’d escaped Hydra, you hadn’t had to fight anyone or go on any missions. This was the first time in your, mostly sane, state of mind that you willingly walked into the fight. Well, not yet anyway, you were currently in front of Bucky’s containment cube trying to figure out how to free him.

Bucky saw you and his eyes widened, “what are you doing?!” He mouthed watching as you were messing with the door to the cell. You put your finger to your lips as you heard someone approaching, quickly running to the side of the glass to hide.

A man came around the corner and you strained to hear what he was saying. In an effort to understand his words you scooted closer, “Longing.” You heard him murmur, feeling your eye twitch. Why did that sound familiar? “Rusted…Furnace.” You froze leaning against the wall, your mind beginning to go blank. “Y/n? What’s going on?” You heard Steve’s voice come through the comm, you couldn’t get yourself to speak though. “Daybreak. Seventeen. Benign.” You eyes glazed over as you stared ahead of you. Mind completely blank. “Nine. Homecoming. One. Freight Car.” “Soldier?” “Ready to comply,” you whispered, clenching your fists. The next few words went unheard as the man spoke to Bucky, but you managed to catch the end of his assignment. “Attack.”

You ran from around the corner as Bucky struggled to break from his confinements. Seeing the man, the only thought that crossed your mind was to attack. Grabbing your knife from its holder you threw it at him and watched as it sunk into his shoulder. “Y/n! What are you doing? What’s going on?” Steve demanded as he heard your heavy breathing. Taking the comm out of your ear you crushed it with your boot as you stood over the man on the floor, holding his arm. You pull your gun from its holster and raise it, ready to kill him. As your finger hovers over the trigger, a force knocks you over and a punch is landed on your jaw.

A blonde woman stands as you grab her leg and pull her down, pinning her with your arm on her throat. You don’t know when it happened but the sound of a gun shot sounded through the room and you felt an agonizing pain spread through your body.

You closed your eyes, feeling your head start to clear. You looked around, realizing you were just brainwashed, the words still affected you. You looked down and gasped seeing your entire front blood soaked. You began to feel light headed as you looked at the woman standing above you still holding her gun. You held your hands up and bowed your head. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” You whispered as you heard a roar from the glass case.

Bucky was punching the glass trying to escape as he frantically looked at you. “Y/n!!!!!” He roared as he finally broke through, immediately running over to you and laying your head in his lap.

"You’re okay, it’s gonna be fine.” He whispered, kissing your forehead and smoothing your hair back. Your eyes kept closing, slowing drifting away from reality. “Bucky! What happened?!” Steve’s voice came through, sounding panicked.

"Oh my god, y/n!” You felt his hand put pressure on your wound as he looked around the room, making sure the coast was clear. “Bucky I’m gonna lift her up ok? I need to get her on the jet so we can get her back to Bruce.” He spoke gently, Bucky looked up at him helplessly as he clung to your limp body, “She needs me, though. I have to stay with her.” He whispered hoarsely feeling tears well in his eyes. Steve looked down at you and felt his chest tighten.

"Y/n? Doll, you need to stay awake for me ok? I need to see those eyes, sweetheart.” He coo’d slowly grabbing you out of Bucky’s grasp. As he turned he noticed Sharon still standing there, “I’m going to need you to get us out of here without a fuss. These people are innocent.” He kept walking as he spoke, Bucky trailing beside him, doing his best to prevent the bleeding as you tried with all you had to keep your eyes open.

You didn’t hear her response but when your eyes opened again you were in the jet with Bucky and Steve both hovering over you. “She’s lost too much blood. She’s been in an out of consciousness for the past five minutes, I don’t know what to do.” You felt someone kiss the back of your hand as they held it tightly.

“I need you to hold on for me just a little bit longer, baby. Please hang on for me.” Steve whispered as he watched your chest rise and fall with your labored breathing. You managed to open your eyes long enough to catch his, causing him to give you a weak smile before you blacked out again.

"I owe you a date, I think, y/n. You’re not allowed to leave me without one, you hear me? I’ve waited seventy years for you and now that you’re here I refuse for things to end this way. I refuse to let you leave me before I get the chance to tell you that I love you. I loved you before I joined the army and I love you now, I’ll love you even after I die. So you gotta pull through this because I want to go dancing with you and I want to take you out and I want you to be okay. Please just be okay.” He said through gritted teeth as the tears he was trying to hold back finally streamed down his cheeks.

Bucky sat across from him on the other side of you, listening to what he said. He rubbed his eyes and blinked the the never ending tears away.

"She loves you too, you know.” He muttered, watching you. He cleared his throat before looking over to Steve, “everyday since we escaped Hydra she either has a memory come to her of you or she tells me stories about our lives before Hydra, before the war. She’s missed you, I can tell.” He nodded, “I miss you too, I think. I remember some things, small stuff but it’s happy memories and I always wish I was wherever those memories take place.” Bucky sadly smiled as he looked down at you again.

"She’s all I have. Don’t hurt her, I need her.” He said feeling his throat close up at the thought of losing you. “We’ve been through so much. We’ve done so many missions, all of them were so dangerous and it just doesn’t seem fair that this is how it might end. Her trying to save me. It should’ve been the other way around, she’s good. She deserves a happy life, it’s not fair. It should be me bleeding out, fighting for my life right now, anyone but her, never her.” He ground out as silent sobs wracked through his body. “Don’t leave me alone, y/n. I don’t wanna be alone.” He whispered against her arm as he leaned his head against it.

"She’s gonna be alright, Buck. She has to be.” Steve prayed that the jet would get you back to the compound in time for Bruce to save you.

When you opened your eyes again you were in an all white room with a constant beeping noise surrounding you. A heavy weight on your right arm had caused it to go numb, and when you looked over you saw it was Bucky sleeping against it.

"Good morning!” A cheery voice came from the doorway, and when you looked up you noticed it was Sam. “Cap and robot boy haven’t left your side since you got here. He’s gonna be pissed at me for making him go shower, he wanted to be here when you woke up.” He laughed as Bucky woke himself up, looking startled.

"Y/n! You’re awake!” He exclaimed with an excited grin before gently hugging you. “I was so worried about you, oh my god.”

"I’m okay, Buck. I can take a bullet, I thought you knew that. Figured you would’ve had a little more faith in me.” You joked, wincing as your laughing hurt your stomach.

As he started to reply, the door crashed open and an out of breath Steve stumbled through, holding flowers.

"I ran as soon as Friday told me you were showing signs of waking up! I’m sorry I wasn’t in here!” He spoke in a rushed voice looking extremely anxious. You lightly laughed as Bucky snickered at how distraught he looked. Steve finally noticed him and stood taller, giving him a nod he greeted him, “Hey, Buck.” Bucky raised his hand in a small wave, “Steve…I guess you have some talking to do so I’m gonna step out for a bit. You call me if you need anything, okay?” He leaned down and kissed your forehead, leaving you confused as he patted Steve’s shoulder on his way out.

Steve looked at you for a long time without saying anything, causing you to blush. "You nearly gave me a heart attack, you know.” He said coming around to sit beside you. Sighing deeply you nodded your head with an apologetic look.

"I thought I could do it, you know? All those years spent as an assassin and you’d think that I would have been able to pull that off. I got so caught up in needing to save Bucky that I didn’t think about my own safety as much as I should have…I’m still triggered by the words, just like Bucky.” You spoke, blushing as he grabbed your hand into his, much larger, one.

“I know, Sharon told me…do you remember anything from the jet? Anything me or Buck said to you?” He questioned, looking extremely nervous. You thought back to what you last remembered…passing out with Steve begging you to hold on.

“You wanted me to keep my eyes open, to hang on…why?” He shifted closer to you, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I begged you to be okay because I couldn’t stand the idea of never getting my chance with you.” He began, holding up a finger when you opened your mouth to speak.

“I’ve loved you for a very long time, y/n Barnes. Before I was a soldier, when I was just a stupid kid from Brooklyn, I had my shot with you but I was too scared to ever ask you. I didn’t want to ruin my chance of still being your friend because I was terrified of not having you in my life. So I waited, then I got deployed and I just always thought you met someone, that you started a life with a man that wasn’t me. It killed me to think about but it was a good motivator to keep doing what I was doing…my biggest priority at the time was to make sure you were safe. That’s all I wanted. But here we are now, 7 decades later, and I feel like I’m getting my second chance with you. So, if you’ll have me, I’d like to be the man you need now, y/n. I wanna be somebody you can rely on and turn to, I want to protect you and love you, I promise not to leave you this time. I promise to be a man that you can count on. What do you say, doll? Wanna go dancing?” He smiled as you bit back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“Steven Grant Rogers you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that.”

Drack raised Kesh, so I’m just imagining baby Kesh waking up from a nightmare and Grampa Drack up past midnight with his granddaughter, flipping through a slideshow like “this is the m-27 scimitar” *flips* “and THIS is m-15 vindicator”

Okay but thinking about my reaction to Darth Vader in Rogue one like… it kind of goes to show you JUST HOW IMPRESSIVE the writing and acting in the originals was and how they were able to work around their limited effects of the time because you never see Vader wrecking shit like that in the originals but you always KNEW HE COULD? 

Like the entire originals you sit there like “Oh man this guy is a scary motherfucker I can just imagine the shit he could do”

And then you see Rogue One and its like. “Yep. Thats what I thought he could do. Thats exactly what I always knew he could do.”

anonymous asked:

You know that "who you should fight" meme? Could you do a BSD version of it, if it's not too much to ask?

(Ngl this may be the best thing I’ve ever answered)



Atsushi: You win(?)

  • Walk right up to him and beat the ever-loving shit of him. He’ll apologize to you. An easy fight, just don’t slip in any tasteless orphan jokes, it’ll have the opposite effect intended and he’ll take you the fuck out with the pure intent to prove he’s worthy. You could beat him but the psychological weight of crushing someone so innocent will ensure that you never feel right again. Fight him if you have no soul.

Dazai: You lose

  • He’ll turn the whole affair into a big joke. If you, by some stroke of luck, actually hit him, he’ll probably just say ‘harder daddy’. The psychological effects of brawling Dazai will be devastating either way. DO. NOT.  FIGHT.

Ranpo: You win

  • Honestly, it’s hardly worth your time. He hasn’t eaten anything but chocolate cake and cheap lollipops for the last six years, not to mention any form of physical exercise. He’s got pale-ass noodle arms and a muffin top (don’t believe the official art’s lies. The bitch eats solely from a candy shop and looks like he just topped off a cycling session with Jillian Micheals? Get the fuck out). Just don’t bring a Jolly Rancher shiv because he’ll eat the damn thing. Undoubtedly fight, just be prepared to book it like a fucking librarian after you knock him out because the rest of the ADA will come after you.

Kyouka: Depends 

  • Look, fourteen’s a shitty age even when you’re not dealing with pressing morality crises.There is nothing Kyouka wants more in this world than to dial herself, let Demon Snow rip and raise her kill count to thirty seven. But all you gotta do to keep her at bay is debate on morality like Matthew fucking Murdock in Netflix’s Daredevil. If you can successfully hold her back with discussion on ethics (and how hers will be jack-shit if she slaughters you) you have a slim chance of victory. A great fight if you need to practice for speech class.

Kunikida: You lose

  • You might think victory’s as simple as tossing his notebook in a nearby water fountain and watching him flip a lid, but this is an absolutely awful tactic and the inside of your head will be decorating the sidewalk in mere milliseconds. He beats Dazai’s band-aid wrapped flanks on the daily and he won’t hesitate to destroy yours. If you fight, at least your cause of death can be listed as ‘blonde beefcake’s rippling biceps’.

Kenji: You win

  • Just feed him a few bowls of Spaghetti-o’s before you deck him and the little blonde bitch won’t stand a chance. You can smack him back into the cultist backwater rice paddies he crawled out of easy as smacking a crippled fly. A perfect fight for abusing a fourteen year old without getting into too much trouble. 

Fukuzawa: You lose

  • You might think you could dress up in a kitty costume and sneak up to him. And you could. It would be easy, in fact. He’s so focused on the cuteness he won’t notice any maliscious intent. Despite this his reflexes are simply too quick and he’ll still take you the fuck out when you make your move. A bad fight from all angles. You’ll have to fend off his adopted, dysfunctional ADA children too. Just don’t.


Akutagawa: Depends (99.5% losing chance. risky.)

  • Yeah, you’re fucked. Akutagawa won’t even wait until you initiate, he’ll be the one attacking you, probably over something minor and stupid like the color of your pants is personally offensive. Rashomon will be slicing and dicing you into a smoothie for cannibals before you know what hit you. The only way you make it out alive is if by some stroke of luck Dazai happens to be in a one hundred mile radius and Akutagawa’s senpai-radar starts going off. Fight only if you bring My Chemical Romance vinyls to punt at him; they’re his biggest weakness .

Chuuya: Depends (99.75% losing chance. Cross thy fingers and pray)

  • Facing Chuuya is a bigger risk than that board game. He’s practically impervious to all close-up melee and he’s too small of a target to be hit with anything from afar. You might think you’d have a fighting chance if you knocked his hat off; after all, that’s basically all he is. A hat rack prone to alcoholism. But that fury will only make him stronger and he’ll crush you like you’re a cum-covered Dazai body pillow. As with Akutagawa your only glimmer of hope for survival is if bandage-kun happens to be close by because Chuuya will prioritize and leave your now crippled ass in the dust that he punted you in. Only fight while intoxicated. (Both of you. Not just him. It’s more fun that way. Much like Turkish oil wrestling but with more gravity.)

Mori: You lose

  • If you want to fight him you’ve obviously got a death wish and I’m not going to stop you. There’s easier ways to go though, man. Easier ways. His expression won’t even change when he whips out that scalpel (I don’t believe that man’s ever been to medical school) and filets you like a fresh caught tuna, on its way to a B-rated fast food join. Your body’s gonna get left on the pavement for the stray dogs. (No, I’m not gonna finish that joke. Low hanging fruit. I have some dignity.) If you want to die that bad, just go see if Dazai will suicide with you. It’ll be significantly less painful

Elise: I fucking dare you

  • I mean, you probably could take her out, she’s like seven. Mori will let her play skip rope with your small intestine after she’s recovered. Rest In Peace if you even consider it.

Kouyou: You lose

  • I don’t know what would inspire you to be so stupid. She’ll just let out a dignified little chuckle and shove that umbrella sword so far up your ass you’ll be tasting acid rain for months, and she’ll do it all in the most ladylike way possible. Unless you’re ready for your innards to end up in a teapot, served with chocolate-coated orange wafers at tea break, just don’t fight.

Oda: ???

  • He’s fucking dead. What are you gonna do, kick his headstone, maybe plant some weeds over his grave? Just don’t mention the burnt orphan soup, or he’ll literally rise and put you in his coffin instead. If you’re willing to dabble into necromancy, knock yourself (or him, in this case) out.

Q: Haha

  • I get why you’d want to fight him, I really do. He looks like a miniature Cruella Deville on an acid trip. But you just don’t have a chance. Hit him. Go ahead. As soon as you so much as brush him he has the power to destroy your shit like it’s never been destroyed before. Will annihilate you from the inside out. The deadliest emo thirteen year old there’s ever been; avoid at all costs!!!

Higuchi: You LOSE

  • You might think you have a chance because she doesn’t have an ability. But you’re gravely mistaken. Higuchi is bitter. Higchi is ruthless. Higuchi does not give a fuck about anything other than getting Emotagawa-senpai to notice her. She has nothing, nothing to lose and she will not rest until she’s pulling your tonsils through your asshole in the hopes that Akutagawa will give her a thumbs-up for slaughtering you. DO NOT fight. She stands to lose nothing and gain everything.


Hawthorne: You lose

  • You might think that you’d have a fighting chance because he’s a priest and priest’s aren’t supposed to wreck people’s shit but he will see your sins and you won’t even see him coming. Try to punch him his ability is literally activated by injuries. Knocks you out with a psalter hymnal and ships you off to Bible camp while you’re unconscious.  Only fight if you have never sinned, not once, ever.

Steinbeck: Depends

  • If you’re from the city he’ll destroy you. Farm boys always tear apart city people no questions asked. If that fact doesn’t dissuade you then just prepare yourself not to be freaked the fuck out when he jack-knifes his own neck and starts sprouting flora. As long as you keep your cool you’ve got a 30/70 chance. Only fight if you bring a metric fucktonne of weed killer.

Poe: You win (biggest douchecanoe award, but that’s about it)

  • Physically, sure, you could sneeze within fifty feet of his pasty ass and take him down. But really? Do you really want to hurt him? He’ll stare right into your soul with those sad, sad eyes and wonder just what he did to inspire such bitterness in you. If you can still fuck him up after that then you’d best kiss your spirit goodbye because it’s descending to the seventh level of fiery hell as you read this. Plus, honestly, there’s no true triumph against a man whose best bud is a raccoon. That’s just too rad. If you can deal with the pressing moral consequences and a pissed off  raccoon, go for it. (You monster)

Mitchell: You win

  • All you have to do is push her hospital bed down the stairs and pretend it was an accident. Her comatose ass can’t do a thing to stop you. Fight if you’re ready to run from angry hospital staff.

Fitzgerald: You lose 

  • You know, this sentient sack of Benjamins deserves it, in all honesty, but don’t try. Him and his power suit will kick you into the next millennia before you can say ‘old sport’. Prepare to be crushed by capitalism.

Melville: You win

  • He’s like eighty and his ability’s a goddamn floating whale. As long as you don’t throw down at Sea World, you’re good. Fight as long as you’re not in front of an assisted living facility; the CNAs will think he’s a resident and defend him.

Lovecraft: Depends

  • Attack him while he’s trying to nap and he’ll be too lazy to get up. Otherwise… yeah, just google ‘Cthulhu’. You’ll get the idea. Don’t fight: there’s no beating weaponized tentacle porn.

Montgomery: You lose

  • Go right ahead and try, she’ll whisk you away to her Melanie-Martinez ass torture dimension and let Anne mop the floor with your teeth. It’s kind of like challenging God. Unless you want to spend eternity in an unsexy rip-off of the 50 shades Red Room, DO. NOT. ENGAGE.

Twain: You win

  • Twain’s all talk, anybody that walks around with their titties hanging out 24/7 is definitely trying to distract from something. In this case he’s trying to fool people into thinking he’s not a dictionary-definition pussy. Rip the heads off his muppet babies and he doesn’t even have an ability anymore, the schmuck. Fight when you’re looking for a quick self-esteem boost. 

Alcott: You win

  • This poor woman does not deserve to be tortured anymore than she already is by the weight of her own social awkwardness, but if you really insist: make a derogatory comment and she’s basically down for the count already, no physical contact necessary. If you really want to dominate, just steal her glasses and she instantly morphs into a significantly less foxy Velma Dinkley. Also significantly less prone to self defense. An A-1 fight for when you’re looking to cement residency in Hell.


Ango: Depends

  • You would think his beanpole ass would be an easy target. You’d be wrong, though. So very wrong. He’s been chugging tomato juice like it’s his job for the past forever and he’s got a snazzy pair of handcuffs he’s just dying to break out. If you sabotage basic safety features on his car, though, he’s a goner. Just sneakily unbuckle his seat belt while he’s driving and you’ve basically defeated him right then and there. A good fight for practicing strategic tactics and subtle vehicle vandalism.

Fyodor: You lose

  • Just ask A how that one turned out. Actually, ask anyone in the manga what throwing down with Fyodor entails. (Unless you only watch the anime, then just wait for the season three that we’re probably not getting) He’ll escort you personally to the gates of hell with a flick to your forehead. Then he’ll step right over your still-warm corpse and start playing the cello with that unnecessarily wide leg-spreadage. Mess with this sentient ushanka hat and he’ll uSHANKa you.

Let’s talk about Dustin.

They could’ve easily made him the stereotypical “chubby friend” who just loves food, says dumb things for comedic effect, and is one who gets picked on by the rest of his friends.  This trope is so common in films about groups of young friends, guys or girls, mostly young and high school aged.  But they didn’t do that.

This kid is smart.  He has an imagination.  He’s open to all possibilities.  He’s observant - he’s the one who noticed the compasses.  

Yeah he brought food for their excursion, but not because he’s obsessed with it or he brought it all for himself.  He was being logical.  If they were gone for a while or doing anything strenuous, yeah they’d need energy.  Candy, chips, fruit, and trail mix.  

The only thing he gets made fun of for is his lack of front teeth, and it’s only by the two bullies at school.  His friends aren’t “pity friends”.  

tl;dr Dustin is the most beautiful little cinnamon roll

Imagine Woozi kissing you to show his gratitude after seeing how hard you’ve worked at planning his birthday.

BONUS: As you two kissed, a camera flash went off behind you. The culprit ? None other than the members of Seventeen who took the picture for “memories”.

please imagine that yamaguchi tadashi is a terrible, terrible slob

  • he’s so stupidly sentimental and doesn’t throw anything away so it’s all just lying around his room. 
  • also, he isn’t too dead set on having a neat room so he doesn’t bother to organize unless someone tells him to. 
  • his mom used to order him to clean his room or just do it for him but since he’s in high school now she leaves it up to him 
  • and it drives tsukki out of his mf mind. 
  • but then it also started to effect practice time because it’s at the point where he can’t find all his things in the morning and is consistently late to practice
  • so the entire team initiates Opertation Clean Yamaguchi’s Room
  • they have yamaguchi bring them to his house and they’re all ready to make his room shine
  • (ps: they weren’t ready)
  • (no one but tsukki was even the least bit ready)
  • “Yamaguchi, what’s this?” “um….” “right, in the trash it goes.”
  • “is this a tooth?” “yeah, when we were little tsukki accidentally knocked one of my baby teeth out with an umbrella and that’s the tooth.” “why? why did you keep that?” “i thought it was cute…”
  • “yamaguchi, these clothes are HUGE. why do you have such huge clothes?” “… I thought my closet was getting a bit small lately. so that’s where they all went.” “sorry tsukki!”
  • “YAMAGUCHI! YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHERE THIS WAS!” “w-well, in my defense tsukki, I meant I didn’t know exactly where it was and I mean i didn’t so.” “I HAD TO BUY A NEW ONE YOU LYING HO.”
  • “yamaguchi… are these… volleyballs from our gym? all six of them?”
  • baby pictures of yamaguchi
  • “holy shit, tsukishima can smile!”
  • “you were such a cute kid, tsukishima… such a shame…” “yeah that’s what my mom tells me too. every day of my life.” “omg.”
  • yamaguchi’s diary from middle school
  • “ooooh! so that’s what it was! i thought it was a really sad and badly written novel. ok that makes more sense.” “hinata…”
  • no one is allowed to open the drawer under yamaguchi’s bed. for. Reasons.
  • final haul of trash: 3 disco pants, 2 chemistry kits, 4 month old milk, a lampshade with taco print, like 200 of those silly bandz, a stack of meme printouts, that goddamn tooth, and all the clothes he doesn’t fit into anymore
  • tsukishima suggests he throws himself out too
  • yamaguchi is now asking around for a new best friend
BTS when you are hungover

I have never been hungover in all my life because alcohol has almost no effect on me like?? But please don’t drink irresponsibly, be good kids~~~ 

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Jin: “Are you alright? Should we go to the bathroon just in case? Can oppa do something for you?” *backhugs you*

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Suga: “Just so you now: I’ll let you sleep on me today because of your bad condition only, don’t get used to it” *secretly looks down at you lovingly*

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J-Hope: *gets worried every time you shift in your sleep or moan because of your headache* “_______-ah? Everything okay?” 

Originally posted by junghosyub

Jimin: *babies you* “Is my little _______ feeling better by now? No? Awww, come here, let’s get you back to bed~~”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

V: *Cuddles you when you moan about feeling sick and hungover* “Haha come here, my little stupid ________, lie down a bit and get better soon~” 

Originally posted by jinkooks

Jungkook: *Teases you about how you acted when you were drunk* “______-ah , when you returned home last night, you looked like this kekeke”

Originally posted by bangtan

Rap Monster: “______-ah, please, whatever you do, DON’T throw up! Oppa is not good at cleaning up, you know that! Please don’t get sick!”

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baby turian for @cloneshepard because why not baby turian

honestly i do kinda think ugin is the most powerful planeswalker based on shit we’ve seen.

his bones are a time machine??

has an army of dragons that fight by his side (as long as yasova isnt around)

if u manage to actually kill him he will set an incredibly complicated scheme in motion that involves changing the timeline of an entire plane just to serve his own needs and projecting his mental form across time and space into the mind of a dragon nerd 

like the sheer scope of the things Ugin does is bonkers (i know sorin has done the whole, sculpting the eco-system of an entire plane but like he didnt do it with dragon tempests now did he)

imagine killing someone and then 1000 years later you realize they brought themselves back out of some stupid elaborate domino effect like shit what an annoying guy


Imagine Finnick being your first kiss.

You couldn’t help the heat that creeped up your cheeks as Finnick approached you. You hated that he had such an effect on you. You hated that his charms worked on you just as well as anyone else. You hated that his smile made your insides melt, that he could reduce you to an awkward mess with just a look.

“Good morning, [f/n]. I trust you’re doing well?” Finnick stopped in front of you and popped a sugar cube into his mouth.

You averted your gaze and nodded shortly.

Finnick followed your eyes, ducking his head to your level, “Are we feeling quiet today?”

You let out a squeak of surprise as Finnick pressed his lips against yours in a quick but firm kiss. You could taste the sugar on his lips as you pulled away, wide-eyed. “What was that for?”

Finnick grinned, “So you do have a tongue,” he chuckled. “Just wanted to make sure it was still there.”

Gif Credit: Finnick

Faking It

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Sam, Reader (Female!Reader)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Reader just finished a case and gets harassed by a creepy guy and Sam comes to her rescue.

Warning: None

Notes: Yeah, its pretty short and small. Simple but effective. :)

Attachment from: Google Images

When Y/N walked into the bar, she knew she caught the attention of most of the males in there. But she didn’t care, all she wanted to do was to have a nice cold beer to get her mind off the hectic vamps nest case she just finished that nearly took her head off.

She just got back into hunting after realizing that that part of her life would always come back for her. A few years ago, she was grieving a death of an old friend who was basically a surrogate father to her. She missed Bobby a lot, he practically raised her after her mother was killed from a shapeshifter.

Y/N took a seat at the bar before looking around it, seeing she was one of the only girls in there. Geez, that’s comforting. Once she sat down the bartender started to hit on her. Using cheesy pick up lines like the alphabet and whatever.

She gave him a hard look and he luckily backed off before she could get mad. She still felt the stares of the men on her and she shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She sighed and took a sip from the beer the bartender passed to her. Now she just wants to finish the beer and leave this place as fast as she can.

Y/N was deep in her thoughts for a bit until she heard the chair move beside her and someone sit. She didn’t bother looking at them until they put their hand on her thigh that was under the bar. She harshly gabbed his hand and yanked it off if her. She turned towards him to give him a hard look but instead grimaced of how creepy the look on his face was.

She could tell the man didn’t really have a life other than the bar. He was swaying a bit in his seat, a clear sign that he was drunk. His eyes were squinting towards her like she was a piece of meat on a china plate. She rolled her eyes at his aberrant behavior and looked forward in an act of trying to ignore him.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t ya?” The man said. She didn’t bother replying before standing up out of the chair getting ready to leave. He grabbed her wrist, restricting her from going and shoved her back on the chair she was sitting on. “I didn’t say you can leave did I?”

She tried releasing her hand from his grip but he was clearly stronger than her. Instead of letting go, his hand started clenching tighter and she winced in pain. She looked around the bar to see if anyone is noticing the small scene but it didn’t seem like it.

Y/N was about to grab a gun out of her back but the man grabbed her other wrist before she could. She gasped and kept trying to take her hands out of his grips but he was holding on tighter by the second.

“Hey, back off.” She heard behind her. She turned her head to see a tall guy with broad shoulders and long brown hair, not to mention he was cute. She sighed in relief but the man still didn’t let go of his grips. “Oh yeah, and who are you?”

“Im her boyfriend. Now let go of my girl.” The guy with the long hair puffed out his chest and stood next to her. The guy roughly let go of Y/N’s wrists and stood up from his chair.

“You see, I don’t believe that. If you were her boyfriend, then where were you when she walked into the bar alone with no one by her side, hmm?” The guy chuckled while looking at Y/N up and down. His voice made her uncomfortable and she stood up from the chair and went behind the man who was defending her.

“That’s none of you business, jackass. Now why don’t you just leave her alone alright?”

“No. Im not going to leave until I actually know that you’re her s called boyfriend.” The creepy man had a smug grin on his face thinking there was no proof to tell that they were together. The man she was standing behind of then turned around, grabbed her by the neck, and smashed his lips to hers.

She didn’t kiss back until the final second he pulled back and turned back around to the other man. His faced changed to annoyed and walked away to the other side of the bar.

Y/N was still shocked at the recent action the man in front of her pulled by the time he turned around to look at her again. “Im sorry. I just didn’t think he would leave you alone if we didn’t fake being in a relationship.”

Her eyes were wide and she shook her head out of the trance she was in. Wow, he was a good kisser. “Um, Its no problem….”

“Sam. Name’s Sam.” He finished her sentence.

“Sam. Nice name. Im Y/N.” They both sat down on stools at the bar calming down from the recent situation.

“Well Y/N, would you like a drink? Seemed like you finished yours already.” She nodded in response and smiled at him. He smiled back and chuckled at her blushing cheeks.

“You have a nice smile.” She blushed even harder at what he said and bowed her head down. “Thanks.”

“Now tell me, what is a hunter like you doing in a place filled with strange men like this?” She raised her eyebrows in surprise and was about to question him but he beat her to it. “You didn’t cover your gun with your shirt enough when you tucked it in your pants. So I thought your either a hunter or a cop. But if you were the latter, the guy that was bothering you would’ve ran away once you would have mentioned it but he didn’t so, I went with the first one.”

“Hmmmm. Smart and cute. And the hair is just a bonus.” She giggled when he ran a hand through his hair. Jesus, those hands are huge. I would love them in my-


“Huh? Oh, sorry. I was thinking.”

“Its fine. I was just asking again what were you doing in this place.”

“Well that’s a long story. Do you think you have time?”

“Plenty. Now shoot.” He smiled.

Once she finished, she was surprised again at the fact that he was Sam Winchester, one of the best hunters out there. And that he was Bobby’s friend too. At the end of the night, he gave her his number and left the bar after kissing her cheek.

Once he left, she was wondering why Bobby himself never told anything about those two, specifically Sam.

like i know there’s this post going around of Jason calling Bruce ‘dad’ sarcastically and getting freaked about it, but i want you to consider

jason calls bruce 'dad’ and b is visibly moved, gruff voice shaky, sheen of tears behind lenses and all that, as he tries to brush past it (bc if b made a big deal jay would flip his shit, for the discourse ™ )

so jason gets into the habit of dropping the d-word in there just to see what he can get away with, want a batmobile? take it. fleeing his siblings after irritating them? you do you jay chum. saying it in company of villians for shock value and dramatic effect? he loves you too jay.

just imagine a more acknowledged and open father-son relationship, the fucking good that’d do, and try not to weep

Team Awkward Fake-Date Reconnaissance Mission!  The two unhappiest people in formal-wear!

So like, back in Sept, @scribefindegil made some offhand comment about “fake dating plots” and I immediately leapt to “please please please tell me that Ford and Nuala are going to have to go on an undercover fake-date reconnaaissance mission pleaaaase!”  

This was speculatively done on the spot.  So it’s kinda a preview for the next chapter of Fisherman’s Knot, after the chapter that was just posted; but also probably not exactly, except for how much NOT FUN both Ford and Nuala are clearly having.  

Any excuse to draw Ford in a suit is a Good Excuse.

(fun fact: I originally wanted Nuala’s dress to be sequins, but I have no idea how to do sequins, and ended up kind of liking the stormy-sea effect instead. You can imagine it’s glittery if you want.)

Nightmares and Daydreams

Request: Hey there! This request is kind of based off of an episode of ATLA called nightmares and daydreams. Could you do something along the lines of where the reader is stressed, and every time she tries to sleep she has horrible nightmares, so she just decides not to sleep at all. And the team slowly starts to notice the effects of her not sleeping. And a bit of Bucky fluff? Sorry if this is weird. You’re awesome! :)

A/N: Not my best work… Well, I finally finished this request! Sorry, anon, for taking months to finally post it. I named this imagine Nightmares and Daydreams because it’s based on an episode of ATLA with the same name. I didn’t really write anything about the daydreaming but… oh well. Idk how this turned out but hopefully it’s enjoyable to read!

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Words: 2,383

Warning(s): nightmares

I’ve finished all the requests that have been sent to me! I have none in my inbox so please, if you have any, now it’s time to sent them to me.

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today in my biopsychology class we were talking about the practice of lobotomy and how it so quickly moved from being a (entirely unsupported by evidence) theory into widespread clinical practice. At the end of class my professor asked if we could imagine something like this happening today- a poorly researched procedure becoming so accepted despite lacking ethics or appropriate evidence that it works and isn’t harmful. the class was divided with some people saying yes it is possible and others saying no, the standards of medicine have changed and that could never happen nowadays but I would argue it is happening?? like hormones and puberty blockers are being advocated so strongly, and for young kids too, but we don’t know the side effects!!! and the side effects that we do know are already SO harmful!! like??? it just does not make sense to me how this is becoming such common practice 

Whatever you do, don’t imagine Kallo Jath, after quite awhile of getting to know Ryder and really enjoying their company, suddenly realizing that he’s getting really worried. They’ve been gone too long. What if something happened?

Don’t imagine Kallo Jath seeing them return in a beat-up Nomad. Don’t imagine him pacing and checking the navigational systems four times just to keep his mind from them. Don’t imagine him nearly losing his composure at the first word they say upon their return.

Don’t imagine Kallo Jath and Ryder becoming even closer and him slowly unable to hide his worry every time they leave the ship.

Don’t imagine the first time Kallo Jath is stuck in space while Ryder is on an uncharted world, unable to contact them or fly down to meet them.

And for the love of God, don’t imagine Kallo Jath looking out on that great void, watching Ryder set their next destination, and thinking to himself… he really loved the exploration. The curiosity, the excitement, he had always loved the unknown. But what if. What if.

For the first time in his life, he feels a sharp pang of fear deep in his chest, and he suddenly realizes…

This is why everyone fears the Unknown.

kirasnapeaddict  asked:

what do you think Lupin said to Snape when he heard of that essay about recognizing and killing ! werewolfs? Lupin seems so kind all the time, but I doubt he found that very funny....

If I’m remembering correctly, this is right after Sirius Black breaks into Gryffindor Tower and SOMETHING with CLAWS tears the Fat Lady’s portrait to shreds.  Severus would IMMEDIATELY think of Lupin as being the culprit because hey, he has claws when he’s transformed or partially transformed. I see this as Snape giving Lupin a completely blunt sort of threat- “I’ve got my eye on your and I know what you are.”

ALSO, remember that a werewolf that is not taking the Wolfsbane potion WILL TRY TO KILL YOU while transformed.  Lupin was taking the potion and hiding in his office while transformed. Just imagine what parents would think about a werewolf literally hanging on campus while transformed with a relatively new potion that might not necessarily always be 100% effective.

For all Snape knows, Remus will do something stupid and forget to take his meds and become a murderous creature…and he is eventually proven right too.

It’s not a joke. For Snape, who was nearly mauled by Remus as a student, it’s most definitely a threat.