involuntary movements

New Experiences [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You and Peter try some new & more intimate things.
Reader and Peter are both 18+ in this but they’re both virgins btw, don’t @ me

Warning: Smut (with clothes tho…) and swearing

Word count: 900

random gif but it’s cute just like you


Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

It’s the first time Peter and you are doing something, actually doing something. 

He’s had a good feel of your boobs with his hands under your shirt before, and you’ve made out more minutes than you could count. 

But this, this is different. It’s a new experience, vulnerable. 

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kilmameri  asked:

hey just delete and forget I ever sent this if this is a stupid and/or offensive. but what are the possible complications of a feeding tube? I'm not suggesting you should get one, I'm just curious and a quick research gave me long scientific papers and some "not often have any complications" answers. and what about getting nutrients intravenously? like in an IV bag? I had that for a few days when I broke a leg and it was so nice not having to eat. I'm propably missing something obvious. thank u

Feeding tubes are by and large safe to use for those who need them, but there are complications that can occur that need to be considered before making that decision. A quick google search brings up a list which follows:

Complications Associated with Feeding Tube

  • Constipation.
  • Dehydration.
  • Diarrhea.
  • Skin Issues (around the site of your tube)
  • Unintentional tears in your intestines (perforation)
  • Infection in your abdomen (peritonitis)
  • Problems with the feeding tube such as blockages (obstruction) and involuntary movement (displacement)

While tears in the intestine and infections of the abdomen are rare, they can and do happen, so to suggest a feeding tube as an “easy” alternative to eating, or to even suggest it as a valid alternative to eating animal produce (which it’s not, most feeding tube formulas are dairy-based) is outright ignorant of how feeding tubes work and when they should be used.

There was actually another chronic illness blogger a while ago who died from complications caused by a tear in her intestines which was caused by her feeding tube. It was incredibly sad, and also caused a lot of controversy cause there were some folk who felt she shouldn’t have been using one in the first place, but that’s a whole other catastrophe of discourse I’m not about to reawaken.

As for IV nutrients, I have done that when I have been at my absolute worst, but long term infusion therapy is also considered to be a “we’ve tried everything and this is the only thing that works” sort of solution. The short term is fine, but long term it becomes expensive af and not everyone’s insurance would cover that kind of thing.

For me personally, it would also hinder our end goal hope, which is the ability to retrain my body back into being able to eat foods and enable me to lead as healthy and independent a life as possible, without always being at the hospital to get treatment for something that is theoretically manageable without that level of care. (It is also important to note that IV infusion does not decrease my chances of anaphylaxis. If anything we avoid it because we have no idea how my body will react to high-level concentrations of certain things. They didn’t even want to give me b12 injections back in May in case of possible complications.)

There are some people who need that level of care due to the intricacies of their conditions, but I am not one of them. I’m currently able to get buy with copious amounts of prescription oral supplements and using a straw to drink fluids to get around my dystonia (uncontrollable spasms of the throat muscles), which is awesome. I never thought I’d be able to be this healthy ever again! Which I’m sure to some people doesn’t sound Healthy™ at all, but as I said in my original post, health is subjective and I’m thankful for what I’ve got!

Anyway, I hope that answers some of your questions :)

Unrequited || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: One where jughead likes the reader and reader likes him back but he’s too scared and when reader admits their feelings jughead denys his. If that makes any sense

A/N: I hope this isn’t too short! I really like writing angst, so I had a good time writing this. 

Y/N/N: Your nickname

Gif: @markwatney


Just tell him.

You repeated the silent mantra over and over to yourself as you made your way to Pop’s. You looked down at your shaky hands and clenched them into tight balls in an attempt to stop the involuntary movement. Today was the day. You were going to tell Jughead Jones III you liked him. And you were terrified. You didn’t know if Jughead liked anyone or not. As far as you knew, he’d never had a crush on anyone. You had been wrestling with these feelings for about a year now, debating whether or not to tell your raven-haired best friend the truth. You eventually decided to go for it. It was now or never.

Jughead, meanwhile, was at Pop’s typing away on his laptop. Unbeknownst to you, Jughead also had feelings for you. But it wasn’t for the past year; it was for the past five. He never told you because he was scared of your reaction. Scared of losing your friendship. You were his everything.

The jingle of the front door of Pop’s being opened signaled your arrival. Jughead looked up from his novel and waved you over. You sat in your usual spot across from him.

“Okay, so I was able to get the Sheriff’s latest report on Jason Blossom,” Jughead began, turning back to his laptop. “I thought we could go over it and use the most important details for the novel.”

You nodded slowly, not really paying attention. Jughead, noticing your lackluster response, looked up at you again.

“You alright there, Y/N/N?”

You nodded again.

“Yeah, I just—I just have to tell you something.” you said.

Jughead rose his eyebrows at your statement and closed his laptop giving you his full attention.

“Okay,” he said. “What’s up?”

You looked down at your hands which were still shaking and intertwined them. You swallowed before you began to speak.

“I, um, I like you, Jughead,” you stuttered. Jughead’s eyes widened. You wrung your hands together harder.

“I’ve, um, liked you for a while now. I just needed to tell you how I really felt, and I guess I just wanted to know if you felt the same way?” you asked, finding the strength to look up at your best friend.

Jughead was speechless. You liked him. You liked him. And he liked you. Excitement flooded in him for just a second. But then he thought about what could happen. You two could break up. Your friendship would be destroyed. You two could end up like his parents. That last one hit him the hardest. He didn’t want to break your heart. He was so involved with his own thoughts that he barely heard your voice.

“Jughead?” you asked again, worried this was a disaster.

Jughead swallowed as he made his decision. Better safe than sorry.

“Y/N… I—uh, I… like you as, um, a friend.” he said tentatively, each word hitting him harder than the previous one.

Your heart sank.

“Oh.” you said, softly. Jughead saw the fallen look on your face and he knew he had made the wrong choice. But it was too late.

“Yeah.” he said softly, mentally hitting himself. Stop! Snap out of it!

You slowly got up from the booth.

“Okay, well, um, thanks for telling me the truth.” you said, voice breaking on the last word. You cleared your throat in an attempt to get some power over your emotions back.

“Y/N.” Jughead said, getting up.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, trying not to start crying right then and there. “I’ll text you later, okay?” you said, the two of you knowing you wouldn’t.

“Y/N, wait.” Jughead said again, reaching out to you.

“I’ll see you, Jughead.” you said avoiding his hand before you speed-walked out of the diner.

Jughead sighed as he sat back down at the booth, rubbing his hand over his face. What had he done?


A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!


Ouija Boards

The Ouija Board is a communication device used to contact the dead and other entities. Using this board opens a portal to another dimension - the one spirits are said to live in. Therefore opening up a doorway to converse with ‘the other side’.

It is said that the veil between the two worlds is thinnest at the witching hour - 3am. This allows communication to be clearer, as the spirit world is more lively around this time.

Contrary to popular belief, “ouija” is not a combination of the French for “yes,” oui, and the German ja. The word "Ouija” an ancient Egyptian word meaning “good luck”.

More About The History Of Ouija Boards :

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Psychological Viewpoints :

Scientists believe the reason for movement is due to “The Ideomoter Effect”. The term is derived from the terms “ideo” (idea, or mental representation) and “motor” (muscular action)

This is known to be a subconscious, involuntary movement, commonly connected to a response to pain. A concept studied by psychologists and used in hypnosis.

“It seems that meaningful responses from the Ouija board are an emergent property of interacting predictive minds that increasingly impose structure on initially random events in the sessions.“ Says Marc Andersen at Aarhus University.

Study shows how 2 minds interact to create the sense that the oujia board is moving by itself :

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How To Use A Oujia Board :

The Rules :

· Never use it alone

· Never use it in a graveyard

· Never take your fingers off the planchette

· Try not to do it in your home

· Always say goodbye

· If you encounter Zozo, stop immediately

· Never burn the board if something negative happens

· Never leave the planchette on the board after using it

· If you feel uneasy or start feeling sick, stop immediately

· Be polite to the spirits

· Only use it if sober, healthy and mentally stable - You will be an easier target otherwise

· Never allow spirits to count down through numbers or go through the alphabet

· Stay sceptical about the spirits intentions - they can lie or impersonate someone

· Remain calm, evil spirits can feed on fear. If you are afraid, do not use the board

Steps :

· Cast a circle

· For protection and banishing of negative entities, do a spell, prayer or meditate on this subject

· Light some candles and incense to clear the space

· Find a symbol or object of protection, like a pentagram or crystals

· Place the planchette on the board and circle it around a few times, adding your energy to the board and opening up the portal

· State out loud that no negative entities are allowed on the space and ask if anyone would like to communicate

· Find someone to write down the questions and answers, so you can revise it later

· When you finished your session, thank the spirits for their communication and slide the planchette to "Goodbye”

· Take the planchette off the board and put it all away

If you follow the rules and guidelines, you should have no trouble at all. A lot of negative stigmas have revolved around Ouija boards, but it can be a powerful tool of communication that is not that scary at all.

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The Zozo Phenomenon :

Zozo is an ancient, evil trickster spirit, possibly a demonic entity, that seems to haunt Ouija boards all over the world.

This demon also goes by “Zaza”, “Mama”, “Zo”, “Oz” and “Za”.

Proof of contact with Zozo is the planchette moving in shapes of the figure 8 and moving from “Z” to “O” multiple times.

Contact with this malicious entity must not be taken lightly, for all it seems to want is harm and death towards mankind.

During electronic voice phenomena, hypnosis, mediums and automatic writing sessions, contact with Zozo has been made without the use of a Ouija board.

Many people believe this is not an actual entity.

Video : The Truth About Zozo :]

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Interesting Articles & Videos :

Article : How It Became A Game For Children :

Video : 4 Scary Ouija Board Stories :

Article : War, Spirits & Death :

Video : Rules To Never Break :

Article : Pro’s & Con’s Of Ouija :

Video : Animated Ouija Story :]

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Note : I am simply sharing information from research and personal beliefs. Please be kind and open minded about this.

Image Sources :

Note : I have not copied any text. All of the above is written by me, aside from the quote.

Whumptober 2019 No.18 — Muffled Scream

Word count: ~1900
Universe: Majora’s Mask
Pairings: None (but Zelink let’s be real)
Rating: K
Themes: Involuntary movement/body control/body enslavement

When the Princess of Hyrule, trudging through calf-deep snow up to a secluded cottage in the mountains, found the man she suspected had been the Hero of Time, he was feeding his goats. He didn’t acknowledge her, though she supposed he must have heard her coming from half a mile down the slope; heroes were notorious for things like that.

“I’m looking for the White Warrior,” she said to his back, setting her jaw when he set the feedbucket down without turning. “Have I found him?”

“Who’s asking?”

She swallowed. “An old friend.”

He scoffed. “I would hardly call you that, Your Highness.”

Nail bit into knuckle where her hands had closed over themselves. Though she had expected him to harbor some bitterness, his callous greeting still stung. But she certainly hadn’t come all this way to be put off by the cold shoulder.

“Does Hyrule need saving again?” he asked placidly, finally turning around. His eyes were like ice, cutting through the snow right into unhealed wounds. But she didn’t frown.

“Hyrule is doing very well.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

For a moment, the mountain and the snow and his hostility swallowed up every sound, blanketing the world in a fragile silence. Then she told him, so much more quietly than she intended, “Looking for you.”

He sighed, his breath leaving him in a great, white whorl. She feared they were at an impasse—that he would turn her away. But then his mouth tugged into a frown and he said, turning towards the house, “Come inside.”

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Ok guys, so here’s something rather interesting to take note of:

Disregarding the obvious ‘friend’ David scrawled on top of the label (what are you doing david, stop being so precious) we can clearly see this bottle, which for the sake of this post I’m taking to be his own, are Pills PX.

Now Ze and me got to talking about this, and I noted how PX Pills are in fact an actual type of medication. With a simple search, you’ll find they’re being used to treat: Restless legs syndrome, periodic limb movement disorder; parkinson’s disease and tardive dyskinesia.

(In other words, various types of disorders that cause involuntary spasms, tics or movements)

This in itself is already very interesting and could say a lot about David’s character. However, there’s an even higher potential for angst here:

Tardive dyskinesia is known for being diagnosed in people who have been taking anti-psychosis medication for extended amounts of time. (We’re talking months/years here)

I’m just saying…













A PSA on Alcohol Poisoning.

Hey there everyone, today I at the beach I came across an intoxicated boy and gave him water and his friends clear instructions to call his mother or an ambulance, as he very obviously had far to much as he was sitting there sobbing and drooling. To my horror they not only ignored me, but dumped the poor boy face down in the hot sun and bolted.

Even if you are underaged it is important at this point that you contact emergency services.

And if the intoxicated person is responsive and easily agitated do it in a way that will not anger them to avoid getting punched by an angry drunk.

Heres how to tell Alcohol poisoning has set in.

Usually self-diagnosable

Symptoms after drinking include slurred speech, incoordination, and mood and behavior changes. Sometimes, coma can occur.

People may experience:

Whole body: blackout, dehydration, or flushing, blueish color, cold skin

Cognitive: amnesia, mental confusion, or unresponsiveness

Gastrointestinal: nausea or vomiting

Behavioral: aggression or lack of restraint

Also common: depression, euphoria, problems with coordination, rapid involuntary eye movement, or slurred speech.seizures


At this point lay the person on their side to avoid them choking on their vomit and make sure they can breathe. The young boy I helped had actually been so drunk he forgot to and I had to coach him for a good few minutes to make sure he was getting air.

Keep them out of too hot or too cold areas as well!

If you absolutely have to move the person and they are unresponsive make sure their neck is supported and at an angle they can breathe clearly at, but its best to avoid moving them long distances.

Please be careful! And better yet, just dont drink/and or like an idiot.

Take A Break

Pairing: Mike Faist x LawStudent!Reader

Warning: mentions of curse words and breaking down


- “YES! definitely would love like a law student! reader x connor or mike!!”
- “If you’re still accepting requests, could you write a law student reader x Mike Faist where the reader is super stressed out? Thanks!“
- “omg i would kill for a law student reader x mike faist tbh“

Word Count: 1943

Note: this is extremely fluffy i’m warning you guys. but hey i enjoyed writing this. send me more requests please even if it isn’t career!reader i’m willing to write a n y t h i n g. hope y’all like this. as always, feedback is appreciated.


You knew law school was going to be very difficult. You came from a family of lawyers so you’ve heard the stories over family reunions and Fourth of July barbecues. They would tell you how they consumed liters of coffee so that they can go through their entire tenure in law school. 

You knew you could handle the pressure. You were taught that a lawyer entails a strong will with an unwavering spirit. You had to be tough because you would have to stand up for your clients.

Still, having someone by your side would make things better. You knew you would eventually need someone to be there when times get tough, when you feel like you couldn’t handle it. Every student breaks down ones in a while and they had someone.

You had Mike. You’ve been together for three years. You met him when you were still in college and watched him play as Jack Kelly in Newsies: The Musical. You were disappointed when you heard Jeremy Jordan wouldn’t be there but that disappeared when you watched him perform his heart out. He saw you after the show, talked, went out for a cup of coffee, and that was that. 

You had Mike and he had you. That’s how it is. But recently, you thought that changed.

With Dear Evan Hansen being one of the most-awaited musicals of the year, performing eight shows a week and rehearsing for the rest of the time became the reason why you hardly saw him anymore.

He’d still be asleep when you had to get up for your classes and when you get home, he’d be out there on a show. By the time he gets home, he’d give you a kiss and then sleep while you studied one case file after another.

You couldn’t blame him. He was tired too. And besides, you were busy. You didn’t see the need to wake him up. Both of you were too caught up with your respective careers, too focused on making a name out there. You always thought that career would always come first and that both of you would be perfectly fine despite the heavy demands of your careers.

Until today.

It was all because of the bar examinations. Coming from a family of lawyers who passed the bar on their first try, this was nerve-wrecking. The pressure of following in the steps of your predecessors had you sitting in your room, tears prickling your eyes and threatening to fall.

“Taxation law is a fucking pain in the ass.” You mumble to yourself, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision from tears. It was no use. 

Tears continued to form even when you rubbed them away. The bar examination was three days away and you were still having a hard time with that particular area. 

You’ve been studying for 28 hours and yet you feel stuck. You let out a sigh as you grabbed your pen and continued to hit the books. 

Two hours into reviewing, you felt your back and your neck starting to ache. You tried to shrug the pain away but it was no use. Your body yearned for rest, specifically on the soft bed behind you.

Soon enough, your hands were starting to shake. You tried rubbing your hands together in attempt to put a halt on its involuntary movements but it didn’t help.

The next thing you know, you were sobbing. Tears blurred your vision and you knew you were getting your notes wet. Your buried your face into your hands, crying.

You pushed everything off your table. The books, papers, and notecards, scattering on the floor.

“I can’t do this. I’m going to fail this exam, fuck.” You were mumbling to yourself as your confidence dropped. You placed one of your hands to your mouth, trying to silence your cries. Your other hand reached for your hair, tugging on it in frustration. 

You couldn’t stop crying, you couldn’t calm yourself down, you couldn’t even breathe properly. 

You didn’t hear Mike knocking on your door through your cries.

He knew that the bar examinations were near so he took a day off to surprise you. He knew that he hasn’t been around lately so to compensate, he wanted to spend the entire day with you to help you relax.

He bought his hard drive with him so you can watch movies, bought popcorn and ice cream, he even stopped by a flower shop to buy you a bouquet of sunflowers because he knew you loved them.

He walked up to the apartment. Normally, he’s just use the key but he had so many stuff in his arms that he decided to just knock on your door. 

“Y/N! Could you open the door? I have a surprise for you.” He said loudly, grinning from ear to ear. He was excited to spend the day with you.

He waited for five minutes and you still haven’t attended the door. Mike’s eyebrows crunched up in confusion. He tried knocking again. “Y/N? Are you there?”

He placed his ear against the door, only to hear soft cries from the other end.

Mike quickly put the flowers, food, and his bag on the ground. He started fishing around his pocket for the key.

When he the door, what he saw made him run to you immediately.

You felt arms wrap around you tightly. You didn’t even have to look up. You knew it was Mike. Even if you haven’t spent most of the past weeks with one another, you’d never forget how it would feel like to be in his arms.

Your crying still hasn’t seized. Your fists were still curled up in you hair and you leaned back against his chest. Mike was hushing softly, rocking you in his arms in attempt to calm you down. He ran his fingers down your hair. He pried your fingers off your hair and interlocked them with his.

After some time, your sobs reduced to tears falling from your eyes. Your throat started to hurt from crying and you felt numb, tired. 

Mike continued to mumble soft nothings in your ear, even mumbling a series of apologies for not being there. Still cradling you in his arms, his eyes scanned the room. He stared at the heap of books and papers scattered on the floor before shifting his gaze on you.

“Maybe I’m not cut out for this.” You whispered softly, not a trace of hope could be heard from your voice. 


“I can’t even go though an exam without bursting into tears. How am I suppose to defend a client in front of a jury and a judge?” Your voice started quivering and Mike’s heart broke. He knew this was your dream and here you were, losing confidence at what you do.

He pressed a kiss on your temple. “Y/N, everyone goes through a rough patch every once in a while. Not everyone is perfect. People break down once in a while, it’s a way to release stre-”

“Lawyers aren’t criers! They’re tough. I mean, who the fuck cries because of tax law? Apparently, I do!” You exclaimed in frustration.

Mike hushed you once again, twirling your hair with his finger. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of that. It’s better to let everything out once in a while than to keep it all in. I bet Obama has broken down before,” He joked. 

You managed to crack a smile at his last sentence, which quickly fell after another though flooded your head.

“I just, I don’t know anymore. I really don’t want to disappoint my family, Mike.” You spoke softly, staring down at your intertwined fingers.

He gave you a sad smile. “I know you don’t. But if you focus on just becoming a bad ass lawyer rather than being the ultimate perfect daughter, which really can’t be achieved, maybe that would help in lifting the weight off your shoulders,”

He held you closer to him, his chin sitting on top of your head before speaking again. “Focus on yourself, Y/N. Focus on what you want and what you want to be. Your parents already know how hard you’ve been working and I believe they are proud to have you as their daughter.”

“But what if I fail?” You began wiping your tears away, chuckling bitterly. “Still proud of me?”

“Behind a single success is a series of failures. You’ve worked hard to achieve your dream. You’ll get there one way or another. Even if that means failing it for the first time,”

He tightened his embrace. “And let me tell you this, Y/N. I am incredibly proud of you. You will be an amazing lawyer. You’ll be a hero out there.” 

You felt tears welling up in your eyes once again but this time, they’re tears of happiness. You looked up at him. You placed your hand behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. 

“Thank you, Mike.” You said as you pulled away. “It was a good thing you came or else I would still be a mess.” 

He frowned at you, yet still holding you in his arms. 

“Hey,” He took a hold of your chin, making you look at him.

“Me being here was pure luck. The next time you feel upset, you get me. You can call me, text, email, call Ben or Will, I don’t care. No matter how small it may seem, you contact me when you feel bad and I’ll be here to help you as soon as I can.”

“Mike, it’s fine. I can handle most things by myself. This was an exception. I know you’re busy with-”

“I’m saying you don’t have to handle it by yourself unless you really want to, unless you really want to be by yourself for a while. I will respect your decision. Just know that no matter how busy we are, I’ll always be here for you. “

He placed a kiss on your forehead. “You will always come first.”

“I love you a lot, you do know that right?” You tell him.

“And I’d never forget it. I love you too much to let yourself get in the way of your own dreams.” He said.

“We got each other’s back no matter what?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

No matter what,” He confirmed. “I mean, it’s kind of my job. You know, as your boyfriend and all.” He continued with a cheeky grin on his face.

His gaze shifted to your pile of books. “Now, what do you want to do?”

“I think I’ll just review for a fe-”

“I have popcorn, ice cream, movies, and flowers for you.” He cut you off. 

You stared at him, mouth agape. Mike nudged his head towards the door. You snapped your head to that direction, only to see your favorite snacks in their favorite flavors and a bouquet of sunflowers.

He nuzzles his face into your neck. “C’mon, Y/N! Take a break. You need it.”

You giggled at his actions, pulling him away from your neck. “Fine! But help me review afterwards?” You say, putting your hand out for him to shake.

“You got yourself a deal.” Mike said, shaking your hand before pulling you in a kiss.

Watching Highways

A/N: I’ve been struggling a lot with myself recently and Newsies has made life somehow more tolerable. I actually have the disorder mentioned in the story, so it is slightly personalized. I took everything listed in the beginning from personal experience. 

Also, i’m sorry for the messy naration, it slightly switches from 2nd person to 3rd at a point. I didn’t over read it either so there will be spelling errors. 

Enjoy, guys! 

Words: 2,039

TW: Bullying , cussing 

Tagged: @sincerlyyme

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What Friends Are For

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: J2 being helpful ;)

Word Count: 559

A/N: Eight day of my Christmas countdown and the prompt was Mistletoe.

Thanks to @mysupernaturalfics for betaing these .

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

12 Days of Christmas MASTERLIST


“What the hell?” You grumbled wrapping your thick winter jacket closer around your body. It was snowing and freezing in Vancouver, which your normally loved but you had been outside all day, not exactly dressed in warm enough clothes. Grabbing your winter jacket between sets had done little to keep you warm and you had been looking forward to get back to the comfortable heat of your trailer all day. The only problem was the door was now stuck and Jared and Jensen were nowhere to be found. Luckily for them.

There was no doubt in your mind that those two knuckleheads was behind whatever was wrong with your trailer. You were simple just too cold to wander off in search for them, so instead you ran across the small trailerpark to knock on Misha’s door.

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It’ll be Okay

Thank you!! trigger warning for implied past abuse? maybe?



Jennie stops abruptly when she realized her girlfriend’s involuntary movement. She blinks back tears that threaten to come up.

“I’m so sorry, baby…”


Originally posted by femaleidols


“I would never – I love you.”

Jisoo would say, tears in her eyes. She would want to change the subject and forget it ever happened, trying to make you smile again.

“Let’s go cuddle please.”


Originally posted by taendelion

{ LISA }

“Oh no.”

As soon as Lisa saw you flinch, she starts crying into her hands in shame. She couldn’t believe she would be so careless when she knew your history with violence.

“I’m so sorry…” She sobs.


Originally posted by lunaqian

{ ROSÉ }


Rosé wouldn’t hesitate to stop whatever she was doing and forget the fight to go over to you and kiss you gently. She pulls you closer in an embrace to make sure you know how much she loves you with actions and not words.


Originally posted by lisavevo

Would you believe that it’s been almost a year since the first?! Anniversary scheduling time!

(( EDIT: Had to change the date. Apologies. ))

Due to popular demand (that’s mostly just me and my friends being excited) the event is back! With another vaporware edit promo image to boot!

The rules of the AU have changed slightly due to certain things being fleshed out, so do read the description!

It’s long-winded, and has various warnings and things, so keep that in mind going in.

Speaking of warnings, if you don’t like body horror and frequent angst, feel free to blacklist the event tag.

Speaking of the event tag, it’s #StandInfectionEvent

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Half a Heartbeat

Writer - @dammnimagines

Requested? - yep! @emmaelizabeth2014

Hey! If you are taking requests can you do one where the reader has epilepsy and Peter Parker or Tom Holland and them are in a relationship and he helps them through a tough time, and is very supportive. Thank you, I have epilepsy and it would mean a lot!

Disclaimer - All events that occur in this story are fake and made up. They are also not an actual representation of the named actors’/actresses’ lives.

Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Summary - Tom takes care of his long-term girlfriend no matter what 

(Wow I suck at summaries lmao)

Warnings - Epileptic seizure and its warning signs, fluff, and bad writing.


Originally posted by tomandharrisongifs

Traveling with Tom was always an adventure to (Y/N), a great one of course, but it was definitely a tiring one. It seemed as if they were in a new city every other day.

Currently, (Y/N) and Harrison watched as Tom and Jacob were doing an interview for the upcoming Spider-Man movie. Everyone in the small room laughed at the comment made by Jacob. While she was laughing, (Y/N) felt extremely lightheaded and off-balanced so she quickly grabbed onto Harrison’s arm which pulled him to look at the girl.

“Are you okay?” Harrison’s hushed voice was full of concern.

“Fine. Just a little light headed.” (Y/N) explained.

“Here. Drink some water.” Harrison handed her his water bottle which she took without argument. She opened the cap of it and put it to her lips, closing her eyes and tilting her head back enjoying the cold liquid going down her throat. She hummed in content as she closed the bottle lid when she looked back up to realize that the entire room was blurred and felt like it was spinning causing her to grab even tighter onto Harrison. 

Tom continued to look to his side to watch what was going on with his long-term girlfriend slightly being able to hear the conversation that was going on. His concern grew deeply and quickly.

“(Y/N). You’re pale. What’s going on?” Harrison questioned.

“I’m fine.” (Y/N) breath became irregular as she tried to deny but she knew what was coming. She knew these were signs from her epileptic seizures. Tom, Harrison, and even Jacob were aware of the warning signs but lately everything was going fine so this was sudden and scared her. 

“Do you need Tom? It wont be a big deal to stop the interview.” The blue eyed boy explained quietly.

“No-n-no-” (Y/N) cut herself off as she began to fall the muscles in her upper body jerked before stiffing causing the water bottle to fall out of her hands. Her breath had become more noticeably irregular.

“Tom!” Harrison yelled out as he caught the beautiful girl before she hit her head and body off the concrete floor as she fell unconscious.

Tom was out of his chair before his best friend even yelled out his name. As he kneeled down next to her he pulled off his sweatshirt, he bundled it up and placed it underneath her head.

“Harrison. Watch the time.” Tom spoke not taking his eyes off his girlfriend. He pulled off the lanyard around her neck that she was required to wear and unzipped her hoodie a little to get everything away from her neck so she wouldn’t choke.

“Do I need to call 9-1-1?” One of the men in charge of the cameras asked, everyone in the room was full of concern.

“No. Not yet anyways.” Tom started, eyes still not coming off of his girlfriend as she unwillingly jerked on the floor, “She has epilepsy.”

Minutes felt like hours to Tom as he knew he couldn’t do anything besides just being with her. Her involuntary movements slowed and Tom let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he gently rolled her over onto her side.

“C’mon princess. It’s alright.” Tom brushed her hair out of her face as an arm was gently laid around her waist, “I’m right here.” The girl was still unconscious yet her breathing was going back to normal.

“How long was that?” The actor asked his best friend and assistant.

“Just under three minutes.” Harrison said looking from his watch up to his friend. Tom only nodded as (Y/N) began to blink as she awoke up from unconsciousness.

“Tom?” Her voice was rough sounding.

“It’s okay, love. I’m right here.” Tom whispered gently to the girl as he help her sit up slowly.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered out.

“No, love. It wasn’t your fault. You can’t control this.” He comforted the girl before gently pulling her into his chest.

“Here’s some water.” Jacob said from behind Tom holding it out to the girl who smiled up at him in thanks. She drank some of the water while still being held by Tom.

“Let’s go back to the hotel. You need to rest up.” Tom began to stand up before helping (Y/N) to her feet.

“No. You have a job to do.” (Y/N) stated as she leaned nearly all of her weight onto the boy from exhaustion.

“I don’t care. You matter more to me.” Tom nearly whispered to the girl before gently pressing a kiss to her hair. 

“I’m sorry to cut this short. I promise you I’ll make it up.” Tom gave his sincere apology to the interviewer and her crew.

“Please don’t worry. I’m sorry this happened and I hope you’re okay.” The interviewer, Holly, smiled kindly at the couple as her crew agreed silently.

“Thank you.” Tom spoke for (Y/N), “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) mumbled out again. Her and Tom now laid in their large hotel bed, he was on his back, one arm wrapped around her side and back the other  lightly held the arm that was drawing random shapes on his chest as she was on her side, half of her body was on him.

“Princess.” Tom used his hand to tilt her chin up towards him, “Stop being sorry. This isn’t something you can control.”

“Yeah bu-” (Y/N)’s words were cut off by Tom’s

“Darling. I will always be here for you no matter what, wherever we are, whatever we’re doing, or how far a part we are. I’ll always be here for you in half a heartbeat. Whether it be for something like this or because you got a paper cut. I love you that much.” Tom admitted.

“I love you, Tom.” Their were happy tears in her eyes as she looked up lovingly at him.

“I love you too, (Y/N).” Tom responded before leaning down and pressing his lips against his girlfriend’s.

“Now go to sleep. You need it, princess.” Tom whispered after they broke apart.

“Okay, mom.” (Y/N) teased pulling a laugh from both of them. Tom didn’t say anything only shook his head, a smile on his face, pulled the covers up higher on the two, and snuggled into her before they both drifted into sleep.


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I’m having fun knowing what’s gonna happen, honestly. I’m a horrible person.

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            try to find out what’s been brothering him and her about their wrists


Originally posted by devianthunters

His sorting program ran through 3564 of the possible reasons for him and you to share the same involuntary hand movement, deliberately ignoring skin irritations, character quirks or compulsive disorders as cause, but still not reaching a plausible conclusion, even though he focused his entire capacity on that single lead to ensure maximal potential of success (he had quickly tired of his futile attempts to obtain information concerning you, so he was going to try everything in his power this time). Your facile touch seemed to recreate a pattern, but your wrist was turned towards yourself and away from Connor, denying him the sight of whatever you were drawing, frustrating him for a reason he couldn’t fully comprehend. His gaze was glued to the soft diffraction of your index finger tracing a symbol only visible to you. A symbol he found very important for some reason. Important enough to highlight it in his internal save storage, a feature usually reserved for breakthroughs in especially difficult investigations. But he still told himself how his priorities were completely under his control.

The Rk800 calculated another way of being able to see your wrist without barging through the door, standing right next to you and simply watching over your shoulder. After a grand grant, allocated by the mayor of Detroit (who had wanted to ensure his reelection after the recent, turbulent and rather image tarnishing happenings) every single corner of every single interrogation room in the precinct had been equipped with newly developed cameras, supervising even the smallest nook inside of the interrogation room without fail, enabling the authorized personnel to rewatch important bits of conversation or record confessions beforehand, superseding the hand held devices only one person kept using, despite the major setbacks he often suffered. (“Fuck off, high tech camera equipment? I don’t even know how to take a video on my own fucking phone!”). Only in seldom cases were the cameras deactivated, for example if there was no official questioning to be held.

The android shook his head and cursed silently under his breath.

He allowed his head to fall forward and broke sight contact to you, forehead scrunched up, deep in processing mode to find another way of reaching an answer, until he computed a movement leisurely registered by the lower half of his visual components, causing him to observe it for a second, since his own hand was moving unison to yours in its own accord. It only took him one cycle to recognize the form it was tracing: A rather simplistic depiction of his core circuit, captured with the least amount of lines possible that still made obvious what was being displayed. In human colloquialism, it would’ve been referred to as his heart and the surrounding blood vessels. But at the place where his circulating engine should’ve been inlayed, three little dots with differing size were drawn onto his skin, time after time. The android’s brows furrowed in confusion since he didn’t know what that could possibly mean. Of course, he also ran a reconstructed picture of the pattern through his database, but as always: Not a single match turned up, and he was quite sure you wouldn’t tell him even if he asked nicely.

During his computing process, Connor missed you sass Hank, after he’d asked you about how you managed to break out of the detention cell and cause all the trouble afterwards, without anyone noticing till much later. You seemed to enjoy the back and forth with the other man, neither of you looking down on the other, but both still trying to outsmart their opponent with clever wit and biting sarcasm.

“Somebody left the door open, so I thought it was ok to get some snacks.”, you told the Lieutenant almost convincingly truthful, shrugging and rocking back in your chair, carefully avoiding any kind of strain on your sides that continued to be a sore spot for you.

“And the snack vendors were just left open too, hm?”, Hank challenged, taking an appreciative sip of “his” coffee, humming into the material of the cup, obviously already taking a liking to another strange specimen that seemed to smart for its own good.

“Don’t you know that trick where you kick them? Wasn’t that a thing before androids were the new kicking buckets?”

By now, you had begun copying his slang.

“And it is just a mere coincidence that exact period of time was deleted from our security footage?”

“Well damn, I’m sorry if your IT guys are shitty, but that’s like, not my fault?”

The Lieutenant was picking up on you poking fun at him by replicating his manner of speech, but instead of getting annoyed, he felt somewhat entertained by your antics. But of course, he would never admit that, and his partner wasn’t paying enough attention to notice the small smile that threatened to tug at the older man’s lips treacherously, no matter how hard he tried to hide it behind the rim of his beverage.

However, he’d grown a bit exhausted. You weren’t spilling any of your secrets, and since you denied him basic information (your current address, what business you had in that hallway and what exactly you witnessed) he was left with no choice but to order your detention once again, this time including constant supervision, at least until Fowler came up with a plan of what to do with you and Hank didn’t have to deal with that annoying responsibility over a witness turned suspect again.

He left you in the room after curtly bidding you farewell, then immediately entered the adjacent room leading to the other side of the mirror, mostly expecting his partner to be awaiting him with questions and additions to his method of interrogation. Rather than that, he found Connor settled in front of the glass, momentarily fixated on his own wrist, only to look up at you again after a few fleeting moments, sharing the exact same look on his face with Sumo that had just witnessed snow for the first time (and that idiotic dog had tried to catch every single snowflake that day, utterly sullying himself with a mixture of molten water and dark mud. Hank had to wash him three times in a row until that moron could enter the house without leaving paw prints everywhere.).

Officers Wilson and Miller were engrossed in their own conversation, missing Hank’s entrance completely.

“What the fuck is he doing?”

“I dunno. Maybe he’s got a bluescreen?”

“Oh, fuck off, androids don’t get those… or do they?”

Meanwhile Connor watched your own gaze dropping to your wrist, then how you snarled seconds later, as if annoyed at the habit you had just displayed unintendedly. He had just a single request after registering the Lieutenant in his vicinity, not even turning around to look at the older male.

“I need to talk to her.”

You turned your head and used your fingers to comb through your hair, baring your neck in the progress.




Should Connor

X              directly ask her whether she hacked him

O              use a careful approach, try to figure out whether there’s a general dislike towards androids or just him

              ask her about the crime, hoping she’ll rather open up to him

              ask her about the pattern on her wrist and her concealed wounds

The politics of transnational adoption highlight extreme power differences between nations and require a critical interrogation of a global militarized economy that enables the flow of children from disempowered, occupied nations like South Korea to wealthy, dominant, Western nations like the United States.

U.S. militarization is maintained through neoliberalism, free trade agreements, and processes of globalization that promote the movement of goods (and some people) across national borders. Immigration policies are hotly contested in U.S. discourse, but transnational adoption relies on narratives of rescue to enable the “most privileged form of immigration in the world today; with the stroke of a pen a ‘needy object’ is transformed into a ‘treasured subject,’ worthy of economic protection, political rights, and social recognition.” 

Narratives of transnational adoption, according to David Eng, are also narratives of “salvation— from poverty, disease, and the barbarism of the Third World” that “displace global and local histories of colonialism, military intervention, capitalist exploitation, racism, and gender discrimination.” While U.S. representations of transnational adoption often focus on rescuing “innocent” children from poverty and neglect, Laura Briggs highlights the ways in which such processes are “invested with colonial legacies and can be allied with U.S. state power and other kinds of violence.”

Karen Dubinsky characterizes the “rescue” narrative of transnational adoption: “First you destroy our country, and then you rescue our children.” In Latin America, for example, transnational adoption with the United States is often characterized as an extension of U.S. military and economic power— an allegory for U.S. foreign policy. As such, transnational adoption operates much like U.S. foreign policy, through a process of “strategic forgetting.” This erasure includes not only forgetting histories of localized violence, colonialism, war, and militarization but also forgetting language, culture, and place. It presumes the lack of significance of birth mothers and fathers and centers the experiences and desires of adoptive parents as citizen– consumers in a global economy.

“We came as children, we came as babies,” says Susan Soon Keum Cox, a mixed-race Korean American adoptee and vice president of Holt International Children’s Services. “It was the deliberate choice of our parents to bring us. And so we didn’t immigrate here because we wanted to come; we immigrated because adults wanted to bring us here.” Likewise, Hubinette argues that adoptees “are brought over only to satisfy the needs and desires of their well-to-do acquirers.” He refers to Korean adoptees as members of a victim diaspora, defined by Robin Cohen as part of “an involuntary dispersal caused by catastrophic and traumatic events such as mass poverty, labour mobilisation, forced transportation, severe persecution and refugee movement.” 

These adoptions, according to some authors, are often driven by the rescue mentality of Western (often U.S.) militarist ideologies, as well as the neocolonialist belief that children, no matter where they originate, always benefit from being raised by (white) Western parents and from exposure to Western ideals and civilization. Hubinette characterizes contemporary transnational adoption as the involuntary movement of (predominantly) people of color to the households of (predominantly) white Westerners, part of a system that is increasingly profit driven and motivated by consumer demand, involving the loss of family, culture, and language.
—  Patti Duncan, “Genealogies of Unbelonging Amerasians and Transnational Adoptees as Legacies of U.S. Militarism in South Korea,” in Militarized Currents : Toward a Decolonized Future in Asia and the Pacific (2010)