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In tone-deaf tweet, Trump says everyone “will be thanking” him for firing Comey

  • Amid a firestorm of speculation that he fired FBI Director James Comey in order to stymie an investigation into his campaign’s possible ties to Russia, President Donald Trump let off a tone-deaf series of tweets about Democrats Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, ultimately saying the country “will be thanking” him for letting Comey go.
  • Trump began his Twitter tirade on Tuesday night, slamming Senate Democratic Leader Chuck Schumer (D-N.Y.) for being upset over Comey’s firing despite the fact that Schumer has said he had no confidence in Comey’s leadership. Read more (5/10/17 9 AM)

Comey reportedly thought he was being pranked when he first learned he was fired

  • Former FBI Director James Comey reportedly thought he was being pranked when he first saw news of his own firing, (New York Times)
  • Comey was speaking to FBI employees in Los Angeles on Tuesday, the Times reported, when news that he had been fired came up on the screen of a television that was playing in the background. 
  • According to the Times, Comey saw it and “laughed, saying he thought it was a fairly funny prank.”
  • That’s when “his staff started scurrying around in the background and told Mr. Comey that he should step into a nearby office." 
  • At the time that Comey emerged and confirmed that he had been fired, he still had not heard directly from the White House, the Times reported. Read more (5/10/17 9 AM)
A Personal Connection

Author: @sebastianstandoffish

Pairing: Reader (She/Her) x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky may or may not have a crush on Steve’s PA.

Word Count: 5,551

Category: Fluff/Very light smut 

Warnings: Cursing (per usual), some smutty stuff but not all that explicit (STILL 18+), etc.

A/N: A whole month! Time really flies. This was going to include more explicit smut scenes in it, but, after some deliberation, I’ve decided to put that into a separate work. It’ll be a continuation of this with actual smut in it. Hopefully the separation doesn’t disrupt too much and also allows readers that a) don’t enjoy reading explicit smut and b) don’t connect with an explicitly biologically female reader can still enjoy the story. Thank you for reading and understanding!


She had started out as a way to appease Tony, who had insisted that Steve needed a personal assistant. Stark blathered on and on about how much his life had changed after getting a PA and how maybe a little help with coordinating and the day to day tasks would “remove the stick from that star-spangled ass.”  

So, Steve had caved and asked Pepper to set up a couple of interviews with people interested in the job. After a parade of ecstatic fans and sexual propositions, he was just about ready to give up.

Instead, at the end of a very long day of being ogled and fawned over, (Y/N) had appeared with a rose-scented resume and two popsicles she’d bought from the street-vendor outside the Tower. Her smile was sweet and her eyes kind, a little wide at the opulence of the Stark equipment, but not predatory like the previous applicants.

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The night starts with a big, spicy Philly cheese steak. It’s about 6pm. I’ve been wanting to try the cheese steak from this corny, 50’s retro place for a long time. I gobble down the big greasy bowl of meat, hot sauce, and cheese, then head to the coffee shop for my weekly draw group. A little after I get home, about 10pm, a stomach ache comes on. “Damn, guess spicy foods are out.” I’ve been getting stomach aches every time I have spicy Thai or hot wings. I google search about spice pain- possible stomach ulcer? “I guess I have been stressed lately, but no more than usual I don’t think…” File under “Will investigate further later.“ According to the comments on this health website, a glass of milk will help. Gulp one down, go to bed.

Wrestle to sleep for about an hour. Realize the ache is just over the required pain threshold to keep you from sleeping. Do some work on my comic, more tired, but stomach worse. Will play batman until I fall asleep. I feel like I’m just running in circles… How many times have I failed this mission? Batman, batman, stomach now hurts too bad to enjoy an active task like video games. Deliriously tired. Would be great to sleep through the rest of this abdominal temper tantrum. Try the old “hot shower will make you sleep” trick. Take some Pepto-Bismol, and some generic acetaminophen. Out of the shower, hurts to walk around now, and to lie down. Guess I’ll have to wait it out with my eyes open. Call and leave my Doc a message, maybe will get a spot in there tomorrow. Need to get that ulcer discovered… Time to enjoy a passive task like watching TV. Breaking Bad feels like the right mixture of funny and painful, just like me and my burning spice belly. Damn, I can’t even enjoy that part where during Hank’s interrogation of that meth head, Wendy, she accuses Hank of trying to buy sexual services from her on behalf of an underage “football player” (a misunderstanding involving Walter Jr. from a few episodes before). Oh hell. Time to look up what time emergency medical clinics open. Guess I’ll have to pay out of pocket since I can’t wait for my Doc tomorrow.  It’s about 4am now. Earliest clinic opens at 8. Now hungry again, but can’t eat what with all the pain. One hour down. Man, this is really starting to hurt. Can I really wait 3 more hours? Sitting is starting to hurt as much as lying and standing. And I’m still not enjoying TV. Okay, I’ve come to a decision…. 

“Hey, Kayla, my stomach still hurts, I’m thinking about driving to the ER, do you wanna come?” “Oh! Ya, sure. What time is it?” “It’s 5:30”. I  call the hospital “Hey, I’ve had a pretty bad stomach ache all night, I’m thinking of coming by.” Operator: *long pause* “Haha, well, okay! We’re open all night, so just come on in.” 

Driving with a stomach ache is not so bad, because you’re already hunched over. Wish Kayla could drive, but she doesn’t really know how, probably would have a panic attack and would definitely crash. Interesting that they have ER parking, I wonder how many ER patients drive themselves here… All bodily positions hurt my insides now, signing in to this place sucks. Give Kayla half the paperwork to fill out, glad she’s here, or this would be really boring. Man, they sure take a long time for someone trying to get into an empty emergency room… Signing in with a nurse, she ask me my height and I say “ ‘5’’8”, but I notice she puts down “ ‘5’’7”… They want to look at my pee, they always want to see my pee. I pee, no blood, so whatever that tells them means I’m getting an ultrasound first. Then a young nurse named Ken, a cool Asian dude with screws through both ears, squirts so much morphine into my IV that I lean back and audibly say “oh my god.” I feel it ripple like a shock wave from my arm down to the ends of my body. My belly is feeling alright now. 

The ultrasound technician tells me that babies are the least common thing she uses ultrasounds for. My joke has fallen flat. Back in the room, the doctor and his manila folder tell me “Good news! No gallstones, there are kidney stones inside your kidneys, but since they are inside, you shouldn’t be feeling the pain from those.” “Wait, does that mean I have to pee those stones out at some poin–” It is not discussed again. Seeing that neither organ has the appropriate stones, Doc would “rather not expose me to more radiation than necessary” and is working on discharging me. But, “I won’t leave here without a diagnosis.” 

In I go to the CT scan tube. That hot squish of contrast dye spreading through my veins. “Okay, we’re moving you into a room upstairs.” Says a hippy technician. Upstairs in my sweet and swanky single with couch, a person I’m pretty sure is just a businessman disguised in medical scrubs types on a computer. He takes down my answers to what seem like pre-surgery questions. “Do you have anybody specific on file in the event you are medically unable to yield consent  for yourself?” This, combined fact that they won’t feed me, makes me wonder what it is I’m going into surgery for. I saw this same thing about a year and a half ago with the whole brain debacle, but that’s a story for another time. Several medical people dip in, sprinkle breadcrumbs of information; it’s like a game show challenge that combines a scavenger hunt with a jigsaw puzzle. You have to gather the pieces of information from their hiding places, then assemble them in the correct order to reveal an answer. A tech comes in and spoils the game, “You seem to have a lot of questions, so I just want to make sure, you know you have appendicitis right? We’re about to take it out.” “Thank god,” I think. “It’s not the spicy foods. Spicy foods are still in.” Downstairs, in pre-op, I complain to my plain-clothes surgeon about how analog tests like pressing on my stomach are remarkably inaccurate, since a doctor’s subjective interpretation of my poor description of say, “the pain is slightly higher” can rule out appendicitis, the same appendicitis that a machine might spot an hour later. I tell him that I almost got sent home. My surgeon tells me he’s been doing analogue tests for 30 years, and not to worry about it. I start to tell him how “my deadpan reaction to pain also causes a lot of people to misdiagnose me, that a lot of people laugh when I describe how I’m in pai–”, but he walks away in the middle to get dressed for surgery. The operating room has big TVs and lights, it looks like a set, and I consider the possibility of fake hospitals as the anesthesia takes the wheel.

In the recovery area, the nurse tells me how big, inflamed appendixes can be agitated by spicy foods, foods high in fat, and dense foods like heavy cheese. I see an image of a spotlit cheese steak appear in a black void. Nurse feeds me ice chips and tells me she craves ice chips when she’s dehydrated. I suggest that she only craves ice chips because she works in a hospital, that ice chips are too unsatisfying a thing to crave at random, and that most people would just crave water. She agrees. Back upstairs in my room, it is now 8pm, and it has been 26 hours since I’ve eaten. I’ve been hydrated only through IV’s. The driest mouth and the clearest pee. Because the lingering anesthetic can cause nausea and vomiting, they will only give me jello. I go nuts on the jello. They continue to give me every jello I ask for, one at a time, like a test. Way past where I though the cutoff point would be, the nurse tells me “That’s it! There’s no more jello! You ate all the jello on this floor.” You’re damn right I did, you’re damn right….

So through the years it’s become a necessity for the Batfam to get good at distracting large groups of civilians so that other members can sneak off and change or so that no one really notices that ‘hey Red Robin and Spoiler just left and now Tim Drake and that blonde chick are entering the room all disheveled-like’. 

So I headcanon that, even though it’s not anything official, they all have signature ploys that they use whenever there’s a need for them to distract a large group of civilians from whatever nonsense is going on.

Bruce: Bruce usually just becomes ‘Brucie’ and knocks something over/falls off of whatever he’s on/trips/laughs really loudly at ‘a joke he just remembered’.  Legends are still told about the time Bruce Wayne knocked over six (6) priceless vases at a charity auction in the span of twenty minutes.

Dick: Dick usually leaps atop whatever table/furniture is around and loudly announcing his intentions to start a boy-band to honor his heroes Britney Spears/Bruno Mars.  Every time this happens the Internet basically shuts down for a few hours.  Sometimes he signs a song if extra distracting is needed (usually ‘Circus’ or ‘Uptown Funk’) and every time the name of his band is different.  Notable band names include Titans of Pop, Dick’s Dicks, and The Scaly Panties.

Barbara: okay, we all know that Babs is totally an activist for a number of causes.  So she usually either ends up roasting whatever Republican congressmen happens to be nearby (happens mostly at Bruce’s galas) or starting random mobs of protests based on whatever she’s feeling particularly passionate about at the moment. 

Jason: Jason has the advantage of being Legally Dead, so he doesn’t have to worry about ruining his reputation or civilian ID.  Jason also has the advantage of being a Relentless Shit, so usually he either starts spewing the most ridiculous conspiracies about Batman (fun fact- Jason was the one who first spilled the beans that Batman and Bruce Wayne had a torrid ten-year-long love affair) or he lets everyone in on the secret Wayne gossip he just dug up.  Nothing harmful, mostly stuff about Dick getting drunk and marrying a goat, Tim Drake being a cyborg, Damian Wayne actually being six and not ten. 

Duke: Duke really tries his best to be good in his civilian ID.  He’s usually the one pointing out the window and yelling ‘WAS THAT BATMAN?!?!?’ while Bruce and the others sneak off in the other directions.  One time though, there was an emergency and he just couldn’t think of anything to do.  And that’s the story of the time Duke Thomas re-enacted forty-five minutes of the first Lord of the Rings movie (perfectly, as witnesses will attest) to stop Riddler and the Penguin from killing hostages at a Wayne family gala. 

Cass: Cass dances.  Sometimes it’s elegant ballet, and she’ll take different partners in the crowd until everyone is clapping and laughing and hoping that the Princess of Gotham picks them next.  Sometimes it’s hypnotizing break-dancing that usually ends up in a huge crowd with everyone straining to take video.  Several of her impromptu performances have made it online, and she already has curious letters coming from Julliard and the Joffrey Academy of Dance.

Tim: while Tim isn’t quite a meme yet, his ability to do the weirdest shit while sleep-deprived is something that everyone in Gotham is deeply aware of.  There is no predicting what Tim will do if he has to distract people.  Some of his past stunts have included him singing both parts of ‘Fuck You’ from Holy Musical B@man, reciting the entire Gettysburg Address while trying to cram seven strawberries in his mouth, and starting a food fight at one of the Wayne Foundation charity events.

Stephanie: Steph is notorious because she really doesn’t have anything to lose.  She’s done everything from creating mosh pits in Gotham’s main road to encouraging people to pick out ‘souvenirs’ (read: Bruce’s property’)  from the gala.  Her favorite distraction though has been the time where she convinced Harley Quinn and a room of three hundred shocked people that she was Bohemian Rhapsody Wayne, Bruce’s lovechild from Texas. 

Damian: the first time Damian had to distract a large crowd, Jason gave him the helpful advice of ‘Just scream.’  And so Damian did.  He screamed for the entire fifteen minutes it took for the entire assembled Batfam to change into costume and bust in through the windows.  Bruce Wayne later told the press that it was ‘a showcasing of modern art, something Damian greatly enjoys’.  Damian’s real showstopping distractions though are his Animal Ratings.  He finds whatever dog/cat/bird/rat is nearest and loudly starts examining/praising it.  Rumor has it that the Gotham elite now smuggle their dogs into Bruce’s parties in the hopes that Damian will give their pooches an 11/10 (which is a joke because that’s the only rating Dami is capable of giving any animal)

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Alright Emergency Time!!!

My depression has caused a HUGE blackout for me. I haven’t been productive or receiving orders as much as I used to because I’ve been inactive.

I am a girl who

  • goes to school
  • is about to graduate
  • has monthly psychiatrist appointments to receive my Anti Depressants/ Anxiety reducers
  • and pays 3 bills a month (Phone/Credit Card/Hospital Debts)
  • receives no family help.

I only have $4 in my account and these are my top priorities. I’m asking you to please consider helping an artist with her living needs by looking at my shop. These are 100% handmade, made with yarn. These are known as Crochet’d Amigurumi!

If there’s something you want but isn’t listed please send me a message and I’ll make you a personalized Custom Order. I CAN MAKE OTHER THINGS OTHER THAN POKEMON

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OKAY I’VE JUST REALISED WHY I LOVE DAVID HAREWOOD’S INSTAGRAM SO MUCH

I have this headcanon now where james hangs around the DEO from time to time (when there’s no emergency bc he has clearance) and every so often he whips out his camera and snaps some of these amazing photos. j’onn tries to get him in trouble, but james insists that nobody will ever see it and kara seems to love it a lot so j’onn just kind of lets it go and threatens to kill james if anybody ever sees the photos

so then like, forty years down the line, alex and maggie are both retired, kara is still obviously supergirl just more part-time than before, and j’onn knows it’s time for him to retire from the DEO. so he emails james and he says ‘it’s time for everyone to see those photos’

so james releases the photos and a personal essay to like, the new york times or something and it’s one of the most profound pieces of photojournalism ever published. he writes about the humanity behind the special ops groups, the strong friendship and kinship, the loyalty and courage. he writes about how aliens can be more human than humanity itself, and how working together has been and always will be necessary for the sake of our survival and happiness.

james wins another pulitzer and a fuckin nobel prize probably and meanwhile alex and maggie’s kids are like ????????????????? why are you guys hanging out at a secret government organization????????????? why are uncle j’onn and aunt m’gann there with you???????????????????? iS THAT UNCLE WINN AND AUNT KARA AND UNCLE CLARK?????????????????? WHO WERE YOU?!???????!??!?????

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•  10 Iconic Moments of Yuzuru Hanyu’s 2016/2017 Season  •

1st clean quad loop  “Mou chotto” pose 👌 Crazy swan🔥 #cricket bros save 😅 1st 4-time consecutive GPF champion 🏆 #yolo emergency layout 🆘 1st free skate over 220 points 🎉 2-time World champion 🏅 1st program with 3 quads in the 2nd half #pink bow 🎀

Things were not easy for Yuzu going into this season, from the heartbreak of Boston, to being off-ice for 2 months because of his lis franc ligament injury, to struggling to get used to his jumps again when he could finally step back into the rink, to nearly skipping the entire season…

Against all odds, Yuzuru gave us a season full of miracles and firsts. He fought like a true champion throughout.

Go forth and slay the next season, Yuzu! 🍀

be there in five

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this work was a commission for @ladyserendipitous!!! thank you so much for commissioning me, this was so much fun, thank you for giving me the chance to write this amazing prompt and for being patient <3

also, shoutout to @sunlitshowers and @reyxa for providing encouragement and also increasingly ridiculous excuses. and thank you for @megatraven for beta-ing!

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Here’s the thing: Marinette had her perfect date with Adrien.

Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was good and he was sweet and honestly? That was all that mattered. It was enough to get her a second date. It was enough to have fun with someone who she liked and who might one day like her back in that same way, not just in her imagination.

The problem is the second date.

Marinette has plans. She has so many plans. Lists and lists of dates she wants to go on with Adrien. Some she planned by herself, some she picked up from others, some Alya texted her at one in the morning because that’s when Alya works best.

Marinette has plans and she intends to follow through with the them.

Hawk Moth has his own plans. And those plans involve making Marinette’s life as difficult as humanly possible.


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playlist:

▶ Fuckin’ In The Bushes - Oasis
▷ The Things You Said - Depeche Mode
▶ The House Of Wolves - Bring Me The Horizon
▷ Zombie - The Cranberries
▶ Air Catcher - twenty one pilots
▷ Thanks To You - All Time Low
▶ Scream - Tokio Hotel
▷ Emergency - Paramore
▶ Going To Hell - The Pretty Reckless
▷ Unwanted - Avril Lavigne
▶ M1 A1 - Gorillaz
▷ Obvious - Blink 182
▶ Bang Bang - Green Day
▷ All Fucked Up - The Amity Affliction
▶ Can You Feel My Heart - Bring Me The Horizon
▷ Goner - twenty one pilots
▶ Therapy - All Time Low
▷ Run, Run, Run - Tokio Hotel
▶ Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis
▷ Wrapped Around Your Finger - 5 Seconds Of Summer
▶ Milk and Cookies - Melanie Martinez
▷ Let Me Go ft. Chad Kroeger - Avril Lavigne
▶ El Mañana - Gorillaz
▷ Stripped - Depeche Mode
▶ Bedshaped - Keane
▷ Ghost Of You - Selena Gomez & The Scene
▶ Pyongyang - Blur
▷ Gasoline - Halsey
▶ Anathema - twenty one pilots
▷ Remembering Sunday ft. Juliet Simms - All Time Low
▶ Masquerade - Tokio Hotel
▷ Soldier On - Oasis
▶ Cry Baby - Melanie Martinez
▷ Waiting For A Friend - The Pretty Reckless
▶ On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz
▷ Hold Me Down - Halsey
▶ Fall Away - twenty one pilots
▷ Dancing With A Wolf - All Time Low
▶ Sacred - Tokio Hotel
▷ Gas Panic! - Oasis
▶ Careful - Paramore
▷ Since You’re Gone - The Pretty Reckless
▶ Stockholm Syndrome - Blink 182
▷ Sleepwalking - Bring Me The Horizon
▶ Faint - Linkin Park
▷ Helena - My Chemical Romance
▶ Breakaway - Tokio Hotel
▷ Bring It On Down - Oasis
▶ ¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl) - Green Day
▷ Don’t Go ft. Lights - Bring Me The Horizon
▶ This Is Halloween - Patty Walters
▷ Ignorance - Paramore
▶ Love Is Dead - Tokio Hotel
▷ Miss Nothing - The Pretty Reckless
▶ Violence - Blink 182
▷ Revolution Radio - Green Day
▶ So Long, And Thanks For All The Booze - All Time Low
▷ Morning Glory - Oasis
▶ I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At the Disco
▷ Take Me Away - Avril Lavigne
▶ I Don’t Wanna Be In Love - Good Charlotte
▷ Rejects - 5 Seconds Of Summer
▶ Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode
▷ Fairly Local - twenty one pilots
▶ The Mighty Fall ft. Big Sean - Fall Out Boy
▷ Sound Check (Gravity) - Gorillaz
▶ Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez
▷ Control - Halsey
▶ BeFoUr - ZAYN
▷ Kings of Suburbia - Tokio Hotel
▶ Nobody’s Home - Avril Lavigne
▷ AKA… What A Life! - Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds
▶ Dirty Laundry - All Time Low
▷ Falling Down - Oasis
▶ Impossible Year - Panic! At The Disco
▷ Truce - twenty one pilots
▶ Man Research (Clapper) - Gorillaz
▷ Empty Gold - Halsey          
▶ Forest - twenty one pilots

Do you know what I want to see more of in literature? I want more Pratchett-style witches. Not in the headology and the things which are unique to Pratchett’s world, but this whole notion of tough-as-old-boots old women doctoring and standing guard over a community, somewhere between James Herriot and Harry Dresden. Witches being called out at midnight to attend at a birth or cure a sick cow, and then having to stay on their feet to deal with an old lady who needs her medicine dropped off, or to lay out the dead and help wash the sheets they died in, because that’s not a job for the faint-hearted, and then have to go and take back another family’s child who’s been stolen by fairies or undo a curse besetting a man who wandered into the woods and disturbed things he ought not have touched. Witches who live their lives on call, spending most of their time going from one emergency to another and never stopping to breathe for a moment because there’s still work to be done. Witches who rarely receive thanks for their work, and when they do it's only for the most desperate, hard-earned struggle a witch could hope to live through, and sometimes not even then. Witches who are crabby and difficult and snappish all the time, but will still work all hours of the night to get a community through an epidemic or save a life that might otherwise have been lost. Witches who cultivate fearsome reputations, because if every horror in the dark is scared stiff of you they’re not going to come and cause trouble in your bit of territory, to the people you live and work among every day. Just…Terry Pratchett’s idea of witching can’t die with him, because it’s the most perfect notion of witchcraft I’ve ever read, and I’ve never wanted anything so much.

carried on the breeze [you’ll never find me]

inspired by this post from @stranger-who-writes-fiction

kara has flown myriad out into space,

and alex has gone after her in that damn pod. sure, getting the thing to space wasn’t a problem - reentery however was where things were going more than a little screwy. in no seconds flat  alex finds herself in a falling deathtrap with her unconscious sister draped mostly uncomfortably across her.

this pod was not meant for two.

nor, apparently, is it meant for rouge humans hijacking and then flying it, poorly but still functionally, into space to save their superhero little sisters. yet, alex had done it anyway.

and now, well, with the planet rapidly rising up to meet them, alex realizes the steering is gone. realizes that the best she can hope for is sending out some sort of signal and hoping that wherever they landed…the deo finds them first.

too bad it was going to be a water landing. which, god, that wasn’t what alex wants. any type of crash landing would probably kill her on impact, but at least crashing into some sort of land might ensure kara’s survival. kara who is still unconscious.

alex knows she has seconds left to come up with a plan. she’s feeling a little ill, the pod spinning around and with one arm holding kara to her chest, alex is left to crane her neck over her little sisters shoulder just to look at the console.

her eye catches a red button.

under the console, hidden from the normal line of sight - alex has to wonder if red buttons hold the same meaning on every plant. alex has to wonder why she never asked.

[to be fair, it’s an obscure question, but god, alex wishes she’d had  the foresight to see this coming]

what she doesn’t see coming are the clouds, the fog that seems to be way too high in the atmosphere, plunging the pod and the danvers sisters into a grey half light.

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Masterlist // 1

This is a masterlist for BTS!

Here are the other masterlist:

EXO, Seventeen

SHINee, GOT7, iKON

VIXX, WINNER, NCT, Jay Park, SuJu, BigBang

BTS:

Texts:

-When you’re best friends with them and they have a crush on you

-When you ask them to buy you pads

-When you’re fangirling over someone else

-When you had a bad day and they cheer you up

-When they’re on tour and they miss you

-Other boys tease you for having a crush on Yoongi

-Other boys tease you for having a crush on Taehyung

-Other boys tease you for having a crush on Hobi

-Other boys tease you for having a crush on Jungkook

-Random late night conversations

-They accidentally text you something dirty

-You surprise them after their concert

-Others telling you that Yoongi likes you

-You’re sending him photos of the wedding dresses you tried (Jimin)

-Lost stars (Jungkook) -part 2 -part 3 -part 4 -part 5

-Others teasing Yoongi about Woozi and him looking the same

-1000 days with BTS

-When you’re wearing their shirt

-Alien!Jungkook figuring out how texting works

-Alien!Jungkook introduced to games

-Alien!Jungkook and his love for Avengers

-Alien!Jungkook getting dating advice from k-dramas

-Alien!Jungkook trying to convince you to break up with your boyfriend who’s not paying attention to you while he also has feeling for you

-Alien!Jungkook and Halloween

-Alien!Jungkook wants you to visit his planet and live with him there one day

-Alien!Jungkook unknowingly getting jealous of your plushie

-Alien!Jungkook wants to sleep over at your place

-Alien!Jungkook questioning your relationship

-They find your old tumblr

-They have a crush on a trainee who refuses to call them oppa

-When you’re fangirling over Yoongi’s mixtape and he gets a little bit jealous that you didn’t act that way when his was released (Rap Monster)

-Time traveller!Tae and an emergency

-Texting each other while he’s at practice and annoying Yoongi with your constant love confessions (J-Hope)

-“You can’t drive if you’re tired! I’ll come and get you! // Yoongi

-They found your song covers on YouTube

-They think you’re ignoring them but you just fell asleep (Maknae line)

-When you want to shower together

-When you’re sleeping over at the dorms

-Everyday couple text

Scenarios:

-Christmas Miracle ( Yoongi fluff)

-Truth or Dare (Jimin)

-Midnight kiss (Namjoon)

-Blurry Morning (Namjoon)

-Not rebellious, just in love (Taehyung)

Imagines:

-What dating Taehyung would be like

-What dating Jimin would be like

-What dating Namjoon would be like

-What dating Yoongi would be like

-What dating Jin would be like

-Married life with Yoongi

-Married life with Jungkook

-Jungkook as a Hogwarts student

-Little things Hoseok does to make you happy

-Little things Yoongi does that make you happy

-Shopping for baby things with Jungkook

-How would Jungkook confess

-Hogwarts AU

Snaps:

-Jimin being excited for the first date with a girl he’s been crushing on

Reactions:

-Reaction to you wearing a small top with a big cleavage and all the other guys staring at you

-Reaction to you sending them a hot pic of you while he’s with the other members

-Reaction to their adopted sister not feeling well because she’s stressed

-Reaction to finding you cooking for them while singing/rapping on your native language

-Reaction to you saying sleep talking and saying “I love you” for the first time

-Reaction to their crush touching their neck/back/legs with their cold hands/feet

-Reaction to seeing you cry because of iKON’s ‘Apology’ after a fight

-Reaction to you having an extremely handsome bestfriend and them becoming jealous and insecure

-Reaction to your guy friend who is in love with you asking if he can still be friends with you

-Reaction to you staring at their hands for a while and then suddenly starting to play with them

Conversation reactions:

-Reaction to you kissing him for the first time without a warning (Yoongi)

-Members’ reaction to finding out that maknae told you that one of the hyungs (Namjoon) likes you

-Reaction to you talking on the phone with a guy friend and ignoring him (Taehyung)

-Reaction to you not coming home after you two had a fight (Rap Monster)

-Reaction to going shopping with him and ending up at a lingerie store (Rap Monster)

-Reaction to finding out you like having debated and philosophical discussions (Rap Monster)

-Other:

-Who’s the most jealous/overprotective?

-Who would say “I love you” to their girlfirends first?

-Who would prefer “the best friend” girlfriend type

-Who would be most excited if you surprise him on Valentine’s Day

Outfit imagines:

-Movie night with Jin

-Coffee date with Namjoon

Robin’s Nest: Part 16

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 1081

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 , Part 13, Part 14, Part 15


“That storm is pretty bad.” You glance out the window and can’t help but agree. Hurricane Renee had been on the news for days, and now that she had hit, she seemed determined to live up to her name.

           Unfortunately for you, this meant that your seven children were cooped up inside. The manor had become a complete mess between various board games, and one or two games of extreme hide and seek.

           So far, the casualties included a chandelier, a Ming vase, two of Bruce’s golf clubs, and Alfred’s blender. You’d left your children to the mercy of the butler and retreated to the library to find Helena staring out the window.

           Your daughter was a daddy’s girl and had been from day one. She was fierce, tough and outspoken, and she hated storms with a passion. More often than not, lightning and thunder filled nights found her in your bed with you and Bruce.

           Hurricanes seemed to be even worse. The usually rambunctious girl was sullen, and more than a little pouty. This was proved even further when she snuggled up to you. Dick, Jason, and Cass were your snugglers. Helena preferred her personal space.

           Never one to pass up an opportunity, you pull the girl close. Kissing the top of her head you say, “Don’t worry baby girl, Daddy will be home soon.”

           She sighs, “I hate business trips.”

           You smile, “You and me both.”

           “This was a long one.”

           You nod. Two weeks was a long time for Bruce to be gone. Typically, he skyped conferences, went only for a few days, or took the family with him. That hadn’t been an option this time.

           When midnight comes and goes without any word, you start to get anxious. Bruce’s plane had landed before the storm had really started. The closing off of streets had kept him from coming straight home, but he had still called to check in. But now, he wasn’t answering his phone and that worried you more than a little.

           You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone yells, “Code green.”

           Pushing your husband to the back of your mind, you spring out of your office chair and towards the clock. You turn the hands to your anniversary date, and make your way down to the cave. You find your Dick, Jason, and Cass suiting up, and raise an eyebrow in question, “And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

           Dick’s face is straight laced, serious as can be. A perfect imitation of Bruce’s. “The Riddler has cut power to the entire city. He’s offered a challenge, if someone can issue a challenge that can stump him, he’ll turn the power back on.”

           You bite your lip, before issuing your orders, “You’re not going out there alone.”

           You watch Dick’s and Jason’s eyes go wide, “Mom!” You listen as Tim turns in the computer chair to face you. You take a deep breath, “I said alone. Call in Wally and Barry.”

           You see Jason hesitate, “Dad …”

           “Isn’t here. You’re not going out there without a League member. Hell, I’ll call in Superman himself before I let you go out there alone. I know you’ve been doing this for years, but I’m still your mother. I have my limits.”

           It takes half an hour for the speedsters to arrive. Even then, you’re left with a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You watch them go before taking over Tim’s chair.

           You’d spent less and less time in the cave as the boys had gotten older. You imagined, you’d spend even less time there as your children got older. Tim would soon become the next Robin, his training was almost done, and then Helena and Damian would take over. Eventually, Terry would start his training, and that broke your heart. Your last baby was growing up, and it made you want to cry.

           It’s a long night. A very long night, with more close calls than you care to admit. By the time dawn breaks, the storm is still going strong, but your kids are back home. You tend to the cuts and bruises before sending them to bed.

           You’re on your fifth cup of coffee when you get a call from the hospital. There’s been an accident with your husband, and you’re needed. Now. You’re certain that your heart stops at the words.

           One look out the window tells you that you’re not getting anywhere right now. Between the winds, the flooding, and the damage from Riddler’s attack, you’re stuck. You’re forced to wait two days, before going to the hospital, alone.

           You arrive at Gotham general looking a mess. And you’re certain that at least one paparazzi had taken your picture. Still, you walk through the hospital with the authority of someone who’s family has donated enough money to build two new wings.

           You find your husband sleeping in the waiting room. He’s wearing scrubs of all things, and sprawled across several chairs. So of course, you hit him. He startles awake and stares at you while you rant, “How dare you Bruce Wayne. Not one freaking phone call. Not one. I thought you were dead in the morgue, or lying here in a coma. But no, I find you here dressed as though you just performed surgery. I have been worried sick.

           “I lied to our children. I said that you called, that you were stuck at the airport. How DARE YOU!”

           Bruce takes it all in stride, before pulling you in for a hug. He holds you while you cry, and says “I’m so sorry. They only had time for one emergency call, and I thought I asked them to tell you that I am okay. I am so sorry.”

           You take deep breaths to calm yourself, before asking “What happened Bruce? Why are you in a hospital?”

           He wipes his hands over his face, “I was driving home, when there was an accident. Someone spun out on the road, crashing into me before spinning into another car. The driver, and two passengers were killed. There was one other survivor. A twelve-year-old boy, his name is Duke. I was able to get him out, and get an ambulance out but there was nothing they could do for his parents, or the driver. I couldn’t leave him alone.”

           You sink down beside him, “What are you thinking Bruce?”

           He stares at you, “How would you feel about having and eighth kid?”

extracurriculars can take up so much time and it can be hard to find time to start and finish assignments, projects, and study for tests and exams. here are some tips to help you pull through it!

get some sleep

go to sleep early or take a nap. do whatever you need. without sleep, you’ll only feel more miserable and tired and irritable. you’re more likely to do poorly during practices and classes. don’t force yourself to pull an all-nighter. instead, go to sleep early and wake up early to finish up the last bits of work left to do.

write it down

if you get an assignment or find out a deadline, write it down. don’t tell yourself that you’ll remember it because you won’t.

schedule your time

a planner or a bullet journal or a calendar app are the most common ways that people keep track of the things that they need to do. jot down the events that you need to be at + the starting and ending times. schedule study time like an event too. school is important too!!

find spare time and use it

use spare time during lunch period to get that last question done on a math assignment. use the downtimes at meets to start the first paragraph of that essay you need to turn in. finish up language homework during transportation time. use worktime in class to get a head start on things. you actually have a lot of time if you add up all the spare bits.

do what works for you

use study methods that fit you. you don’t have to force yourself to write notes if you find that it doesn’t help you. if reviewing flashcards helps you more than writing mind maps, then do that instead. don’t get caught up with thoughts of what you “have” to do based on the overwhelming aesthetics and popular methods commonly displayed in the studyblr community.

get an early start on things

start homework as soon as you get it. begin projects on the first day and not before the deadline. since you’ll be busy most of the time, it’s better to get a head start on things and have a few extra days and bits of time to spare for those emergency club meetings and matches that drain your time.

stay healthy

your body needs to be in top condition in order to do all of those sports and keep up with those clubs and stay on track in school! drink plenty of water, eat balanced meals, and have healthy snacks and breaks when you need them.

weekends are your best friend

even if you have games and matches and events during weekends, you can still wake up early and find time in the morning. you can also find time in the evenings too! you have a lot more time on weekends. remember to use some of that time to also relax and wind down too!
don’t make up flimsy excuses if you know that they’re not true. you can’t help it if you’re tired, but don’t pretend like you’re tired and push off those essays until another day.

talk with your teachers

if it gets really bad, try to talk with your teachers, advisors, and coaches to see if you can work something out. school is still important and balance is key. i’m sure that you can work something out.

drop something if you have to

in the end, your own physical and mental health is what matters the most. please take a day off if you have to, and if you can’t handle it anymore, then you need to acknowledge that and drop something (not school).

you can pull through it!!! it might seem overwhelming, but you can get used to it. however, remember that you are only human. don’t disregard your own health and education. don’t stress yourself out too much! if it is too much for you, talk to a teacher or advisor immediately.

hope this helped and good luck! if you’d like to request a post, go here and if you’d like to see more helpful posts, go here!! thanks :)

“Air Ducts and Secrets” - Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,893

Plot: What goes on in the air ducts, stays in the air ducts.

Warnings: honestly its just fluff, cheesy comments, a new girl reference, one swear word (that’s censored), and more fluff. 

Author’s Note: So this is for the monthly song challenge but I literally only put two song lyrics from the song Tomorrow Never Dies by 5SOS. But that’s okay. I might do a part two depending on how well this does. PSA: I love New Girl.

(Lyrics are the sentences in italics)

Lilly’s Imagine

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The louder you are in the ER waiting room, the more the staff is convinced that you are not having an emergency.

I mean it. You’re getting the attention you think you want, all eyes on you. Except ours.
“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Your fellow waiters ask us, concerned. Behind the triage window, you can’t hear our teeth grinding.
You’re in pain, i understand that. This might even be the worst pain you’ve ever felt.
But you’re probably not dying.

Dying isn’t loud.
A patient having a heart attack does not scream and thrash and gasp for air. It’s a whisper, a tightness, with slow flexing fingers.
A stroke happens in a fraction of an instant, and never makes any sound. More whispers, halves of sentences and muscles that don’t quite match up anymore, a puppet with a few of the strings cut. Alarmed and wandering eyes, maybe, but never yelling.
Or the more common killers, infections that shut down organs or the pipes of blood that sever. Cardiac or respiratory failure. If a person can talk they are, in fact, breathing just fine.

Remember this, the next time you come to an emergency department. Remember this when you’re sitting in the waiting room, while a sleepy-looking person in a wheelchair is whisked away without a word.