it's like hes trying to kill us

honestly tho that scene in the incredibles where mr. incredible sees the names of all the old super heroes that used to be his friends / that he knew from Back in the Day and how every one of them has been killed by syndrome is such a chilling scene for so many reasons 

like for one, everyone he knew is dead at this point and has been killed on the same island he’s at now and two, its heartbreaking bc that means that almost every hero wanted to try out being a hero again despite the laws against it and wanted to try and help someone out and relive their glory days, only to be straight up murdered like fuck that scene is just so fuckin intense

me: *have very important finals coming up, trying to study* “Ok, now that im FINALLY over mark’s video, i can absolutely, fully concentrate-

Jack: Anti wasn’t referring to Dark in the Pax intro, he was referring to Jack


I think, instead of telling kids ‘don’t do drugs, they’re bad’ we should show them the opiate withdrawal patient I had the other day

25 years old, in jail for god knows what, cops bring him in with a lac to his forehead from banging it on the wall repeatedly. He is already handcuffed so we put him in an isolation room, with sliding glass doors. Because he is in custody we take everything but the bed out of the room. 

Patient is screaming the whole time he doesn’t want to be there (same bro) with blood everywhere from the head lac. 

5min later, I hear this sickening crash, I’m pretty sure someone has just run head first into the glass doors, because mate I’ve done that before those curtains are assholes, so rounding the corner I see blood all over the glass door, patient still screaming he wants out but is now banging his head on the glass. 

It takes 4 security guards to hold this guy down, he is absolutely losing his shit, screaming and flailing and has no idea whats going on. Calling out for his mom, for Neil (???), for a sandwich, doesn’t know what day it is or just refuses to answer we can’t tell, pupils 4mm and sluggish but thats how it was when they brought him in, so security cuffs him to the bed so he can’t hit the wall. 

Fastforward 10 minutes and he has dislocated/broken his wrist trying to get out of the bed and to the door, he has puke and stool everywhere, refused to take the ativan so we gave midaz, but that didn’t touch him. 

This guy screamed from 2-7, we maxed out what we could give him for benzos and he was extraordinarily agitated and wouldn’t settle and was only in the beginning stages of withdrawals. It was terrifying, but the thing that got me was after screaming about how we took the 20′s (from his underwear??) he was quiet for a minute, I thought ‘shit the midaz finally caught up with him and now were gonna need to intubate’ but he then screams

“I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to be on drugs anymore, I want this to stop, I want to be clean, please someone help me”

And thats what got me. This guy was 25, had his whole life ahead of him, but got caught up in drugs and it was going to kill him, and he wanted out, but withdrawals were so bad that it was easier to keep using. 

Fuck telling kids don’t do drugs. Show them what its like to try to stop, how all your friends die from OD, how you are one phonecall-not-made away from death yourself, how you get to be tied to a bed in the ER and your nurses need to apologize to other patients because you can’t stop screaming and just shit yourself and puked the cookie I gave you and your body is on fire. 

Don’t just tell them not to do it, because that doesn’t work, show them what its like to try to stop, because sometimes fear works better than facts. 

Note: Throughout the day we gave him 4 of ativan, 27.5 of Midazlolam and 12 of haldol, and this guy still was still agitated and screaming and 100% inconsolable, and by that time the doc was like ‘we can’t give him anymore, but lets transfer him out before he crashes’. It was a fucking time

Little Witch (Part 1)

Pairings: It’ll be a Peter x reader

word count: 1730

Requested:  Hey can you write one where the avengers go to recruit a girl they heard about? She lives in the deep woods and uses magic. When they find her they weren’t expecting someone so young since she’s only like 14-15. They start having second thoughts but she shows them that she can handle herself. She also wants revenge cause hydra killed her family trying to get to her.

A/N: I made the reader a little older and i hope it’s not a problem. I really liked the request and i have a big idea how to continue this. I hope you like it and if so let me know in order to post a Part 2 and maybe more ;) Enjoy (and sorry for the mistakes)

Originally posted by merlinemryspendragon

It was Saturday and everyone in the Avenger tower was finally able to relax. The whole week represented a lot of missions, hours of training and a serious lack of sleep. Today had to be their day off. Nat was trying to find an interesting film on the TV but for now with no luck. Steve was in his room immersed in his thought for the present again. Tony, as always, was doing something in his laboratory with Bruce but this time they weren’t eager to make a progress so fast, so they were mostly telling each other jokes rather than work. Clint and Vision, unusually, were cooking whatever they could think of while Peter, Wanda and Thor were ready to become tasters. Everything was going fine until a familiar and detestable sound reached their ears.

“Good morning, Avengers.”, said Colson, “How are you in this sunny and beautiful day?”

“Oh, hey Son of Col! We are perfect.”, Thor answered with a bright smile on his face.

Now everyone was in the living room looking at the man in a black suit showing on the huge TV.

“If you have to tell us something good then go on, if not…better fuck yourself.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you too, Romanoff.”, the man looked with a smile at the red-head and then turned again to the whole gang, “Okay, I will go to the main part. Three days ago something extraordinary happened in woods north of Minnesota.”, bellow him appeared some photos, “As you see, some of the trees are burnt but definitely not from a fire, and this one.”, a photo showing something like spikes coming from the ground became in view.

“What the hell is this?”, Peter exclaimed, “How is that even possible?”

“That’s what you have to find out.”

“What?! No!”, Tony said angrily. “No! Not going to happen! We have a day off, Colson!”

“I know you do, but it’s important. Given the fact it’s like 7km away from a Hydra base, it may be someone used for an experiment. And we need only three or four of you to go and check.”, the man announced.

“I’m in!”, Wanda said with no hesitations.

“Count me, too”, Clint raised his hand to show that he’s ready.

“And me.”

“Peter, you are not going.”, Tony declared.

“Why not? We only have to check what’s going on, that’s all.”

“He is right Tony, and I will go, too.”, Steve stated and the four of them received the needed information.

“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid.”, Peter breathed out as he and the other three avengers were getting in the helicopter.

“But you are a kid, Pete.”, Steve sat down and put his belt on. The others followed his actions and soon they were high above the ground.

“That’s not what I mean. I may be a kid as I am that young but I can look after myself. I can do things just like you guys. I want and I can become a hero. It seems he…he doesn’t want me to be one.”

“You know that’s not true.”, Wanda tried to calm the boy down, “He is just afraid. You and either I are new in all of this, but he, Steve and Clint are deep in this dangerous world and know what it costs to be a hero.”

“Wanda is right, boy. I share Stark’s thoughts but not completely. If you want to be a hero, you must know that you risk the lives of your beloved ones – family, friends, girlfriends… We all have experienced the feeling of losing someone; we just don’t want you to go through this at that young age.”, Clint said while checking his arrows.

“But don’t worry, we’ll be beside your back.”, Steve patted Peter’s shoulder and till the end of the flight nobody spoke.

Two hours later the group was finally at the mentioned place. There was no place for the helicopter to land so the heroes had to get down with the help of a rope.

“So…which direction should we go?”, Clint questioned as he, the last one, got on the hard ground.

“North.”, Steve looked at his compass to make sure he was right and then led the gang towards the destination.

“Why would somebody stay so deep In the woods?”, Peter decided to break the silence.

“I don’t think they are just staying there, Pete.”

“They are hiding.”, Wanda respond back.

“Why do you think so?”

“Colson said that there is a Hydra base in the distance…I think whoever managed to escape, is now terrified and…and angry.”

“How can you be so sure? Hydra probably sent out somebody to see if he can cooperate and serve them.”, the way Steve retorted back showed he had no good feeling towards the organization.

“Because I can feel it!”

“What do you mean?”, Peter was so confused given the fact he was new and didn’t have much information about the Hydra thing and Wanda’s powers.

“Sometimes I can either get in your head or memories, or feel your emotions.”

Steve was about to say something back as his anger has somehow unlocked but Clint was the one to stop them from a fight.

“Guys! We have a work to do and right now it’s in front of us.”, Hawkeye showed the previously seen spikes, which were like 10 meters away from them, “Can you solve your problems when we are back in the base, and I am away from your childish behavior?”

Wanda and Steve looked a little ashamed while Peter was still standing there with a stupid expression on his face while trying to figure the things out. While going to the strange and kind of a scary place the gang saw some burnt trees, others had a burnt hand mark on them, others were still up but their leaves were dry. As they were becoming closer a change in the temperature was felt.

“It wasn’t that hot minutes before. I’m sweating in this costume and now my body is itching like crazy.”, Parker announced as he began scratching.

“It’s coming from the inside.”

The spikes coming from the ground were making something like a dome. The sharp sides were touching at the top, while at the bottom they were forming a circle. This ‘structure’ was definitely made for some sort of protection.

“Maybe the person is inside this thing.”

“I will try to break it. Step back.”, Wanda commanded and then, using her magic, she broke one of the spikes. As she did so, another one grew but not upwards. Instead the spike with its sharp side directed at her body was about to kill her if it wasn’t Steve to save her.  They both fell on the ground while the others two tried to save themselves from the other deadly formations that suddenly appeared from the ground.  

“What the hell was that?!”, Clint exclaimed as he tried to catch his breath.

“I don’t know but we better find a way to…”, Peter was interrupted from Wanda’s scream to watch out. But his spider senses had already informed him about a danger. He jumped and used his webs to get on a high tree.  From up there he managed to notice the small aperture.

“I can get there and I will. Don’t try to stop me, we are losing time. When I get there you will attack and try to ruin this shield. Got it?”, the young boy notified the others through his micro earphone, “Let’s have some fun.”, Peter put his mask on and jumped from the tree. He landed just a meter away from the wanted place but as soon as his foots touched the spikes others began appearing. With his fastness he got in the hole seconds before getting seriously injured.

Although he has done it before, this time Peter made his superhero landing on his ass.

“Shit, that hurts.”, he cursed out but as soon as he did he was thrown against the strong wall made from the spikes.

“Tell me who the hell you are or I’ll kill you.”, a sweet, yet dry voice reached his ears. He looked up and saw a girl around his age standing defensive opposite him with a rage written on her face.

“I’m Pet-, shit! No, I’m Spiderman and I-”, but the boy was interrupted by being sent to the ‘wall’ again.

“You are lying! If Hydra is sending you, which I am sure about, you are gonna die in agony. They’ll finally see what I am capable of! That’s what they want, isn’t it?”, the girl screamed and clenched fists. Peter, who was thrown again, managed to see what she was doing and how she was capable of whisking him wherever she wanted. The guy soon realized she was a witch just like Wanda.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. We are here to help you”, as soon as those words were spoken, the girl was ready to make that boy shut up by repeating her previous actions but Peter was faster. He sent webs towards her hands, sticking them on one of the spikes. She tried to escape but with in vain. Peter used this opportunity to scan the girl. She was his height, with a (y/h/t) (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) now full with anger. Her clothes were dirty and scattered, her face slightly sunken maybe due to the lack of food.  

Suddenly the whole structure was hit and a part of it ruined down. The girl used this as an opportunity to go away and this time she managed. She began running but the boy shoot web at her and stopped her. The witch fell on the ground and looked at the four people standing meters away.

“I’ll kill you!”, she screamed and sent a stone towards the group. Wanda was the one to create a shield with her magic and protect her friends. The girl’s eyes widen as she saw that somebody had powers just as her.

“Stop attacking us and just listen!”, Wanda spoken calmly.

“We are here to help you, don’t need to be afraid.”, a man with a soft voice gave his hand to help her stand. The girl looked up and was met by a dirty blonde hair and kind blue eyes.

“C-captain America?”

Part 2 

"These newbs are trying to kill us"

From my and my girlfriends first game at a local game shop:

We’re brought before the lawful-evil king of a slowly growing power that we were sent to stop as messengers of a neighboring kingdom. He was a tyrant, but seemed to have been smart enough to follow bits of the evil overlord list so we couldn’t do much to stop him at the time. Most of the party was neutral except for my chaotic good Tiefling bard Murmur. My character has a bit of an obsession with chaos, freedom, and life, and so I was a bit upset about being face to face with a orderly murderous tyrant forcing people to follow him. So I did what anyone would do.

Me: Mister King dude? Can I have a hug?

Pyro (dwarf): (ooc) dude what?

Lance (human cleric): goddammit what are you doing kid you’re going to get us killed

Saria (lethally stupid drow rogue/girlfriend): ooh I like hugs!

King (DM): …Why on earth would I do that?

Me: I like hugs but no one ever hugs me cuz they’re jerks. Except her *points to Saria* but that’s only cuz she wants to pick my pockets.

Saris: That’s because I want things! Is that so wrong?

DM: roll persuasion *I get a 19* alright, the king decides there’s no harm in letting you hug him because only an idiot would attempt anything when surrounded by guards.

Winter (elf archer): (ooc) I have a bad feeling about this

Me: (ooc) I hug the king then pull out my dagger and try to stab him in the back.

Lance: (ooc) OH COME ON KID YOU JUST FUCKING- uhg shit well we’re screwed.

Pyro: (ooc) Hehheh this is gonna be fun

DM: *face palming* you sure you want to do this?

Lance: (ooc) don’t screw us over!

Me: its what my character would do.

DM: If you’re sure about this, then roll. *I do. Nat 20. He rolls for the king, and gets a nat 1* Well shit… Uh… He dies. You stabbed him. Good job. The guards cry out in alarm and run up to surround you.

Me: HAHA HELL YEAH! Killed him.

Winter: (ooc) that was incredibly lucky but please don’t do that in the future, okay kid?

Saria: *to DM* I wanna loot the body. *everyone looks at her* What? Its not like he needs whatever he has.

Lance: (ooc) goddammit these newbs are trying to kill us.


wait so if lance is the youngest sibling out of his family then it only makes sense that he is missing home. he isnt on the same planet that the family who spoiled him with love and warmth are on and instead on a planet with aliens trying to kill him and his friends. its been said he was spoiled yet also babysat usually even if he was the youngest. maybe the reason he felt like the 7th wheel was because he had people relying on him and he is used to that feeling of being important and loved, so now that he has a different type of family seeing keith and pidge and hunk being relied on so much made him feel like just another guy in voltron..

Hurt one of us and you face us all ~The Originals~

You stomped into the kitchen, slamming your bag down on the counter. Your dried tear stained cheeks probably leaving foundation stripes over your cheeks along with the short lines of the weak mascara you wore. 

The bruise forming under your eye already visible from your angle. It pounding slightly. You had to stifle another sob from escaping your throat as another body moved into the kitchen without warning. As swift as a ghost. 

“Good evening darling,” Elijah’s voice came from behind you as you immediately turned towards the fridge. You quickly opened it, sniffing to keep back the tears. Ravaging around the three or four consumable things for you- the only human in the house. 

“Hey Elijah.” you quickly replied, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge trying to wipe at your cheeks and your eyes. You could hear him walking around behind you. 

“Are you hungry? I can fix you something? I’m sure you won’t appreciate a glass of blood” he remarked behind you. You forced a slight laugh, 

“No-no I’m fine thank you” you replied, taking a sip of your water. Carefully surveying the backdrop of the kitchen. You still not turning towards Elijah. They all had warned you. Kol, Rebekah, Elijah even Klaus had warned you about your boyfriend. The boy that you had been with for more than a year had finally showed his true colours tonight. 

He had cursed your name, uttered all your flaws, admitted that he cheated on you and enjoyed it, disrespected you and had lifted his hand against you. You should’ve listened to them. You should’ve listened to them because they knew who and what he truly was. 

“Y/N- may I ask you to turn to me?” Elijah questioned in his informative voice. 

You shook your head, forced to bite your lip as you didn’t want to cry about that pathetic ex boyfriend of yours especially not in front of Elijah. You heard him sigh and you could only imagine his facial expression. Regret, maybe a knowing glare but sadness. 

“Y/N” he soothed as he slowly put his hands on your shoulders forcing you to bite away the tears even harder. He slowly turned you around and his jaws clenched upon seeing your bruised facial feature. 

His hands gently cupped your face, his thumb grazing slightly over the bruise and then his eyes locked with yours. 

“Y/N, whatever might’ve happened- it is not your fault,” Elijah’s voice soothed as your eyes brimmed with tears once again. Then you heard footsteps behind Elijah and you ducked away but it was too late. Klaus had already saw you and he paced over to you. 

“What in the bloody hell is this?” he snapped angrily. You turned towards him slightly and his facial features morphed into anger. 

“Oh that bastard- how dare he!” Klaus exploded as Elijah opened a cupboard a few feet away from you. Klaus firmly took your face into one of his hands and inspected the bruise. Careful not to hurt you. His eyes danced in anger. 

“Death” he announced turning towards Elijah as well and you wanted to interject but Elijah turned and talked over you.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I have to agree with Niklaus” he spoke wetting a cloth in the sink next to you, “But first you need to tell us what happened” 

“I don’t need to know the full story to know I’m going to kill the lad” Klaus declared. 

“I’m fine- really just leave it both of you. It was just a misunderstanding but its over- ” you tried but Elijah slowly padded the bruise making you flinch slightly. 

“It is not fine- he physically abused you and most likely verbally and mentally and honestly Y/N he needs to be taught a lesson before meeting his maker” Elijah declared, slowly dabbing at the bruise a bit more. 

“Don’t try to tell us your fine your emotional state is all over the place” Klaus declared and you shrieked away from him. 

“I was just stupid- I should’ve listened” you declared. 

“You sure should have Love” Klaus declared as Elijah turned to his brother. 

“Niklaus you are not helping at the moment. I suggest you keep your mouth closed.” Elijah sarcastically replied. Klaus rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter keeping a watchful eye on what Elijah was doing. 

“He admitted he cheated” you sheepishly stated and Elijah clenched his jaw. You bit away tears that had suddenly creeped up on your eyes when you thought back at what he had said. Elijah saw and Klaus stiffened as well. 

“Whatever he said, whatever he insinuated, whatever he made you feel- it was lies and you deserve better than that low life.” Elijah said as the tears started falling from your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and you didn’t hold back. 

You cried into him. Him holding you tightly. 

“I’ve got you y/n” Elijah soothed as someone else entered the kitchen. That is when you wanted to disappear.  You pulled away from Elijah as he turned to see who entered and it was Rebekah. You saw her confused expression and then she stalked over to you. 

“Bloody asshole” she hissed as she slammed her arms around you and hugged you, Elijah moving out of the way. When you pulled away from her Klaus was angry all over again. 

“I won’t kill him, I’m just going to hurt him” Klaus declared and Rebekah nodded. 

“I’m in” she hissed as Elijah nodded in affirmation. 

“Let’s go then- he hurst one of us, he has to deal with all of us” Elijah said and Klaus and Rebekah stalked out of the kitchen. 

“You mean everything to us, Y/N” Elijah’s deep voice interrupted the brief moment of silence,  making you look up, “Your our family wether or not your a Mikaelsson or not” he informed. You smiled slightly, when he returned it and disappeared leaving you in the silence of the kitchen. Just when you thought you were alone boots  thumping on the floor, Kol strode in with a bat comfortable seated on his shoulder. 

“So I heard that so called boyfriend of yours hit you?” Kol knowingly stated, trying to provide an encouraging smile. You nodded sheepishly biting your lip slightly but before you could try and talk him out of anything he interrupted. 

“Well, I finally get to try out my new bat” he smiled and you couldn’t help but laugh at the smile he gave you before leaving. You quickly ran after him but when you turned the corner he was gone a small smile still playing on your lips. 

The number of Americans who have been killed here at home by jihadi terrorists since 9/11 is fewer than 100 — you are literally more likely to get struck by lightning than killed by a terrorist. But it’s vital to Trump that Americans exist in a state of ongoing fear.

Trump’s presidency, like his campaign, is built on a set of powerful negative emotions: fear, hate, disgust, contempt, resentment. When Americans think of the world outside our borders, he wants us to think of two things: foreigners that are ripping us off, and foreigners that are trying to kill us.
What is all this leading to? We need to be seriously concerned about a Reichstag Fire scenario, in which some dramatic event like a terrorist attack occurs, and the administration moves swiftly to exploit it for its own ends. We’ve been through that before, and not that long ago. After the attacks of September 11, 2001, Congress rushed to pass the USA PATRIOT Act, giving the government sweeping new powers to monitor, detain, and spy on Americans. In the atmosphere of fear and anger, it was passed 357-66 in the House and 98-1 in the Senate.

More DnD Adventures

We’re trying to find a kidnapping victim, and we know that somebody threw a mysterious bag into the bay during the right time frame to be disposing of evidence.  The bay is too deep to dredge, and we’re only level two, so our druid decides to ask the fish if they’ve seen anything.  It’s around midnight, and the waters are choppy.  We chum the waters and some fish show up.  They confirm that there was a bag, but they can’t get it for us because they’re surface fish.  The druid asks if they can have some deep sea fish return it.

They agree, and a few of them swim off, only to return with the most horrifying creature imaginable (literally, the gm rolled a 20 on horrifying).  It’s mostly fish-shaped, with black scales and bioluminescent frills, but its tail is a pitch black humanoid hand.  We have to roll wisdom saves just to look at it.  The bard (who is still carrying a goat from the digging incident earlier) vomits immediately.  The druid manages to keep it together enough to ask the physh (because that thing is Not A Fish) to retrieve the bag, which it does.  It asks for more food, so we feed it the rest of the chum.  It demands more food.  We don’t have any more food.

It begins to chant “Physh needs more food.”  Somehow, even though only the druid cast speak with animals, we can all hear it now.  It crawls onto the dock, moving around like the severed hand in the Addams Family.  Physh needs more food.  The party Warlock uses Detect Magic, but instead of white its aura appears Vantablack.  We are horrified.  Our Death Paladin wants to study and dissect it, so he throws a javelin.  It’s pinned, but it keeps flopping and chanting.  We’re scared to approach.  We’re screaming and crying (for the second time in about two hours in-universe) and we try to kill it.  A magic bullet just glances off its scales.  Repeated Eldritch Blasts do nothing.  The bard casts vicious mockery, and it somehow deflects the attack onto a nearby sailor.  It says “Physh needs more food,” and casts vicious mockery back at the bard.  It says it wants flesh.  It will eat anything.  Other fish.  Men.  Gods.  We don’t doubt it.  We are horrified.  It should have suffocated by now.  It doesn’t need water to live.  Physh needs more food.  It wants us to release it.  We can’t kill it.  We throw the goat at it.  It consumes the goat.  It should not be big enough to swallow an entire goat.  Its stomach does not distend.  It is sated.  It wishes to rest.  We make it promise it won’t kill us, then remove the javelin.  It returns to the ocean.  We flee.  The bard and the druid are crying.  For the rest of the night we fear that we can see it out of the corner of our eyes.  Neither the Warlock nor the druid sleeps well.  The bard pulls a giant boar out of her bag of tricks and falls asleep hugging it for comfort.

The gm’s notes read: “Fish saw bag.”

Kevin: *has zero healthy coping mechanisms*

Kevin: *hyper-fixates on exy and has his entire sense of self-worth centered around it*

Kevin:*barely sleeps between late night practices and early morning practices*

Kevin: *constantly pushes his body to and beyond its limits and will not take a day off of practice*

Kevin: *downs whole bottles of tequila to avoid his problems*

Kevin: *recreationally uses drugs*

Kevin: *eat healthy and pretends like it will counter out the other stuff*

Kevin: What the fuck, Nicky? Are you trying to kill yourself buying junk food? You should follow my example and take better care of yourself.

✧    THE   VAMPIRE   DIARIES   PROMPTS   !   (  PART   II  .   )

  • Hey, you should learn to knock. What if I was… indecent?
  • Why should I let you leave?
  • I am every parent’s worst nightmare. I am the chaperone teacher from hell.
  • I need you to stop following me - it’s causing some problems.
  • Let’s skip the part where we pretend we don’t know about the vampires.
  • You were testing me to see if I was a vampire.
  • Oh, boy. Are you a sucker for a lost cause, or what?
  • Can you just give me a minute to appreciate that you’re not dead?
  • You had a bag full of weapons and a teacher with an eternity ring.
  • It was too dangerous going out there to begin with, so what was it?
  • You know you were dreaming about me. Explains the drool.
  • I wake up in stranger’s blood in places I don’t recognize.
  • You may be cute, but you’re still a vampire.
  • To a vampire, that’s nothing. To you? That’s half your life.
  • A thousand years of life experience says otherwise.
  • I don’t want you to be what other people think that you are.
  • Why is it suddenly so important that everybody keep me in check?
  • You can’t just keep appearing like this. It freaks me out.
  • What do you mean “what”? I’ve been calling you for two days.
  • I’m the guy who’s been assigned to protect the human blood bag.
  • You almost got barbecued. The least I can do is apply first-aid.
  • When I kill someone, they’re supposed to stay dead.
  • I don’t know why this is happening, or when it’s gonna stop.
  • You need to disappear. Or evaporate. Or do whatever it is that ghosts do.
  • Careful where you shine that thing. Bats hate the light.
  • She’s a thousand-year-old vampire who’s joined the cheer leading squad.
  • We’re a predatory species. We don’t have time to care about humans.
  • Why feed on vampires? Don’t tell it’s for the smooth after taste.
  • What the hell’s wrong with you? You’re not supposed to witchy-migraine me!
  • Humanity is a vampire’s greatest weakness.
  • No matter how easy it is to turn it off, it keeps trying to fight its way back in. 
  • She ran for the hills like usual, the minute things got bad.
  • Human life is just a means to an end. Our means, to our end.
  • OK, so what if he asked you to rip your own heart out?
  • None of us are gonna make it out of this town alive..
  • When are you going to get it? Stop saving me!
  • Take it from me. Strange is bad; dead is worse.
  • You know, you guys are ruining a perfectly good funeral.
  • Is that what you`re doing? Trying to make me hate you?
  • Are you going to kill me?
  • I thought about it myself once or twice over the centuries, truth be told. 
  • And I could let you, die, if that’s what you want. 
  • Vampire hunter who can’t be killed by vampires. Convenient.
  • I’ve been having these dreams for days now.
  • I just can’t believe that you guys kept this from me this whole time.
  • You bit me. I could’ve died. 
  • You’re gonna wanna buff up, if you start dating this one.
  • We all know the drill– you feed or you die.
  • I was supposed to die, I don’t– I don’t want– I can’t be a vampire!
  • I made a choice that I will regret for the rest of my life. Now let me try to fix it.
  • I never thought I’d be saying this, but I can’t stop thinking about blood.
  • Your mouth was all over me. I was an innocent victim.
  • Yoo-hoo, anybody home? Big bad vampire out here.
  • You don’t have to convince me that everything’s going to be okay..
  • This is wrong. A bunch of people just died and we’re having sex.
  • Did I say that I was a germaphobe? Pfft. Sorry. I meant vampire.
  • Is the hospital really the best place for a germaphobe?
  • Because you’re a vampire now. And part of you knows you’re a lot more like me.
  • Do you remember what you were like before you turned?
  • You are a vampire now. You just have to learn the right way to be one.
  • Well let’s just say it’s made you the most well protected vampire hunter in town.
  • I’m searching for a supernatural handbook.
  • I know what being around too much blood does to you, so… I can’t put you through that.  ‘
  • Newbie vampire remorse? Whoof, it’s worse than a hangover.
  • Is that where you’ve been all morning? Buying bossypants? 
  • For someone who doesn’t want to be like me, you sure are good at it.
  • Well, “lost” is a very strong word, we just technically don’t know where she is.
  • The witch who loses her powers gets left out of important conversations. 
  • You’re using your calm voice today. Who’s getting killed?
  • I must be the least intimidating mass murderer ever.

anonymous asked:

Your highschool AU gives me life so I was thinking, what if the gang and MC are at their school at night because they're going to do a 'test of courage' but at some point mc and their s/o get separated from the other group and a scared MC reveals that they're afraid of the dark aaand what would the scenario be for all of the chars with mc if that happened ?

omg this is so good i HAVE TO


  • Yoosung and MC alone in the dark? no problem, he’ll be totally cool and-
  • except that it’s a HUGE problem
  • because Yoosung is afraid of the dark too
  • he’s so scared that he cant even enjoy the fact that MC just asked if they could hold his hand
  • “uh, yea, s-sure…”
  • oh no their hand is so warm
  • Yoosung is so laser focused on finding everyone else that every little thing makes him jump
  • but MC is scared, too, so the two are just a yelping mess, holding onto each other in the darkness
  • one leaf rustles and all of a sudden its a scream-fest with these two
  • great, the one time me and MC get close i’m too busy being afraid for my LIFE to enjoy it
  • just my luck
  • classic Yoosung
  • he makes it a goal to get over his fear of the dark so that the next time him and MC are alone in the woods at night together, he’ll be ready


  • engage hero mode
  • “dont worry, i’ll protect you”
  • MC is clinging so close to him he’s practically carrying them
  • and boy, he is loving every second
  • he loves playing the role of protector and he thinks the way MC squeezes his hand is so adorable, and of course he’s not afraid of the dark i mean what reason does he have to-
  • Zen goes from calm and collected to violently moving his flashlight to point it at a bush
  • of course, MC freaks out even more
  • “Zen, what is it?!”
  • “i dont know, but whatever it is, i’ll protect you from it”
  • please dont be something scary please dont be something scary please dont be something scary
  • “well…its gone now. we have nothing to fear, sweetheart”
  • which, i mean, he would do for MC in a heartbeat
  • but if it can be helped, he’d rather not


  • Jaehee would try to comfort MC in all the wrong ways
  • she says with a smooth voice, while gently rubbing MC’s shoulders:
  • “a fear of the dark isnt practical”
  • “even if there was something scary, its dark so we cant see it, therefore we cant be bothered by it”
  • “if there was a murderer in this forest they would have killed us by now”
  • “big animals sleep at night for the most part, and they dont like to eat humans”
  • suddenly in the middle of her “comforting” speech, Jaehee hears sobs
  • “MC, whats wrong?”
  • “Jaehee, your’re freaking me out!!”
  • “oh…um…aright..”
  • Jaehee is racking her brain for the right thing to say
  • she decides to take MC’s hand
  • “i guess what i’m trying to say is that everything will be alright”
  • MC pulls Jaehee a little closer and puts their hear of her shoulder
  • “thats all i wanted to hear”


  • at first Jumin is kind of like why are you so close to me
  • can we…..personal space, please?
  • and then when MC tells him about their fear of the dark he’s more like
  • ooooooOOOOOOHHHHHHhhhh
  • once Jumin realizes whats happening, he understands that its important to comfort MC
  • he may be socially inept but he’s not a heartless robot, no matter what Seven says
  • he would remind MC to stay close to him
  • he’d probably be the one to suggest they hold hands
  • “do you want my jacket, too?”
  • “dont worry, i’m not going anywhere”
  • walks with one around around MC


  • immediately takes advantage of the situation
  • “why are you walking so close to me? what, do you like me or something?”
  • “no, you jerk!!”
  • scaring MC every two seconds
  • he would probably keep doing it until they started crying, then we would panic
  • “hey hey whats wrong? i’m just goofing off!!”
  • “Seven, cant you see that you’re freaking me out?”
  • “oh i’m..i’m sorry…i just wanted to mess around a little…”
  • he would put one arm around MC and pull them in while they walk, unzipping his hoodie so that MC is kinda cradled inside with him
  • “Seven, you’re an asshole, yknow that?”
  • “yea, i know. but at least now we’ve confirmed that i’m the scariest thing out here”
  • until they found the other Seven would walk with MC snuggled into his jacket


Jelly Legs – Michael Mell x Heere!Reader;

Author’s Note: yep, i had to do it. sorry, michael mell deserves better. also, there will be a part 2 and i mainly got the idea of this fic (and of the featured song lol) from @yikesjaredkleinman who has the coolest bmc stuff like ever. it’s epic. so thanks for that, adam xD

Pairing: Michael Mell x Heere!Reader;

Request: not requested by anyone (although requests are open!), i just had to;

Word Count: 1164;

TW: swearing as usual;

Originally posted by barrywestallen

“Y/N, that’s a terrible idea,” Michael told you, raising an eyebrow. “You’re probably gonna get both of us killed.”

“Stop being so dramatic, Michael,” you replied, rolling your eyes slightly. “We are not gonna die. We’ll be fine.”

“Y/N, guys like me… We don’t do that! I can barely stand up without tripping, you’ve seen it!”

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honestly i will never stop being bitter about glenn’s death beacuse !!!! it was so unnecesary !!! and its so obvious they just did it for shock value like oh yeah let’s kill our best and most interesting character (not to mention the only asian character) in the most gruesome way possible in front of his whole family/friends including his sick pregnant wife thats SUCH a good idea am i rite!! anyways what im trying to say is that Glenn Rhee deserved better and he deserved to meet his son and have a happy and long life with him and his wife and i miss him so much also fuck daryl it was totally his fault and he deserved to die instead of glenn

Shiro: No Lance, we can’t have a space puppy. It tried to kill Keith.

Lance: We’ll just keep it away from Keith.

Shiro: For the last time, no! We’re not keeping it.

Lance: You let us keep the cow!!

Pidge: He has a point Shiro .

Shiro: The cow didn’t try to kill Keith.

Hunk: And the cow saved our lives.

Shiro: It what?

Lance: That’s not the point! How can you say no to a space puppy.

Keith: *on the closet, glaring at the space puppy* It tried to kill me! Its trying to kill me!

Lance: You’re overexaggerating.

Space Puppy: *growls and tries to kill Keith*


I really hate how Zevran Ariani is often percieved by the fandom as a steryotypical sexy exotic lover and basically just a big slut…..there’s so much more to his character than that! Part of the flirtation and suduction is his Crow training after all, he says to you thats what he was used for, that that’s what most elves in the Crows are used for, to use sex appeal to get to a target.

He’s not trying to kill you again of course (unless your approval is low enough then he’ll take the chance later on) he’s trying to get in good with you, trying to win people over the only way he knows. This doesnt mean he actually wants to have sex with everyone he meets….

I never see any fanart with cool stories to it with him, its always just “i bet if Zevran met this character he’d wanna fuck them” . I feel like so many people played through Origins without ever really talking to Zevran, never unlocking any of his backstory :(

I just want my boy to have respect <3

anonymous asked:

Can i have the bros sarcastically imitating their s/o, the others are trying to hint to him that she is right behind him. Gods know wth would happen next omg xD

I wish that I could voice act because this would be perfect for that. XD



“Dude you look exhausted, more so than normal.” Prompto cracked.

“What’s the matter Sleeping Beauty didn’t get enough beauty sleep?” Gladiolus chimed in.

Noctis groaned, “No, Y/N kept waking me up, she was constantly complaining.” The young Prince placed his hands on his hips, raising his voice to a falsetto, “Noct get off me, you’re hurting me. Do you have to lay right there? Just let me take it off.” He groaned, mimicking your actions, only to notice the guys were staring away from him. “What are you doing?”

Both Gladiolus and Prompto were attempting to not laugh but pointing behind him, but Ignis was staring at something directly over his right shoulder. Turning around the Prince was greeted to you, an eyebrow rose, hands on your hips. He already knew he was in trouble.

“Swe…” Noctis stopped as you held up your hand.

“You were on my boob, the underwire was digging into my chest. So I hope you enjoy your pillow tonight. Ignis, I will be switching places with you tonight.” You stated, before turning on the balls of your feet heading back towards gathering kindling for the fire.

“Of course.” Ignis agreed, as Noctis turned to the man betrayed. “Hell has not fury, like a woman’s anger, Noct.”



“So care to explain why you’re wet?” Gladiolus inquired, as the blonde stood beside the fire trying to dry himself off, after you ducked into the tent to find a towel.

“Well, Y/N was all,” Prompto begun, before raising his voice to mimic you, “‘Prompto, bae, let’s go get some nice pictures at the lake side, it’ll be perfectly fine. All of the animals are fine. Go ahead step on the docks, it’s safe.’ What are you guys looking at?”

Indeed the others were staring behind him, to you holding a large towel in your hand. Waiting for the blonde to turn, before dropping it on his head, scrubbing his head with the towel as you laughed your revenge.

“Yeah, and who was the one who save your camera?” You smirked, removing the towel from his head, laughing at the messed up chocobo butt as the others had dubbed it. “Now go get changed so you don’t get a cold.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” Prompto groaned playfully, as you snapped the towel at him getting a yelp in surprise, as he moved back to the tent.

“And I have never used Bae, once in my life!”



The others watched as Gladiolus begun his tirade about you, it wasn’t that strange of a thing, he often would complain about you, and even compliment you often before his friends. Yet right now he was stuck in a loop of your latest hunt, using the mock voice he had develop for you.

“You were this close to hitting me, you can’t just go swinging your sword around like that! Are you trying to kill me! I have this I don’t need your help!” Gladiolus groaned in a falsetto, before dropping back down to his baritone, “If she had it then she wouldn’t have been in its mouth, she’s crazy.”

The three stared at the man, before almost as if they rehearsed all of their gaze moved to his left, then back to him, then back to his left. Gladiolus stared in confusion, only to realize that you were standing beside him, your body and gaze forward as you stood shoulder to shoulder with him, well shoulder to rib of the tall man.


“Two things, 1.) My voice isn’t that high, so if you’re going to imitate me do it right, 2.),”

Gladiolus and the others waited for two, only for everyone to groan and flinch as you finally turned punching him in the side, as the taller man groaned hunching over for you to grab his ear.

“I can kick your ass any day of the week. Let’s go.”

The others watched as you pulled the man along by the ear, quite possibly to get rid of the extra energy the two of you had left.  



You almost didn’t hear it, stepping up behind Ignis as he was talking to the others.

“It’s amazing Iggy Suga.” Ignis stated, imitating your voice and accent.

Everyone’s eyes turned to you, standing slightly behind the man, pressing a finger to your lips to signal them to be quiet as Ignis continues. You notice that he had picked up on some of your mannerisms, as you have taken some of his.

“What else did she say?” Noctis chuckled, his eyes glancing toward your own as you tried to stifle a giggle.

“In her adorable accent, she than stated, ‘Hope you’ve got a few more recipes, Suga I wanna try em all, if you’d be so kind.’ “ Ignis went on to say, he was obviously gushing about you. You were even surprised that he could say recipes without his own accent slipping in.

Gladiolus begun to laugh hard, “I’m sorry, Y/N, you look so happy.”

Ignis flushed a pink as he turned to you, standing there a huge smile on your face, “Darling, I wasn’t aware you were there.”

You giggled, moving forward as you pressed a kiss against his cheek, “That’s fine, just keep coming up with those new recipe-ehs.”

Your mock of his accent only seemed to make his flush deeper, imitation is the greatest form of flattery.

Tears On Our Tongues

The ride home after the woods

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown


When we get back to the car, we both sit in an extremely awkward silence.  Neither of us seems to know what to do.  After all, that was possibly the most pivotal moment of both of our lives.  Where do we go from here?

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.

           When I turn to nervously look at Baz, he’s staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his brow heavy.  He’s gripping the steering wheel with both hands, but doesn’t make a move to actually start the car.  Rain is beginning to dot the windshield, and I can see my own breath whisper into the air.

           Baz is so tense, like he’s only just fully realizing what has happened.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.

           “Um,” I murmur, breaking the silence, “do you want me to drive?”

           He blinks like he’s snapped out of a daze and takes a breath.  “No,” he says without looking at me, “it’s fine.”  He turns the key in the ignition, and I notice his hands shaking.

           “Baz,” I reach out and touch his arm without thinking. “I’d really prefer if I drove.”

           He doesn’t flinch at my touch like I expect him to.  He just stares at my hand on his skin with an odd expression, like he’s trying to figure out something complicated.  Like he’s thinking how did that get there?

           It’s not looking like he’s going to move, so I open my door and walk around to the driver’s side, and only then does he actually get out of the car.  He doesn’t look at me as he passes, barely brushing me with his coat on the way.

           When we’re both in our seats, I start the car and turn us around, heading back the way we came.  I turn on the heat because it’s freezing in here, but not the music. As much as I want to break the silence, I can’t ignore the fact that this isn’t just the normal we-kissed-what-now kind of awkward.  This is the you-almost-killed-yourself-and-as-a-result-we-kissed kind of awkward, which is slightly heavier than the normal awkward.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.

           I sneak a glance at him.  He gazes at the window.  Not out, just at.  

           “You okay?”  I know it’s a stupid question, of course he’s not, but I have to ask.

           He shrugs and very slightly shakes his head.

           “I know it sounds dumb,” I say quietly, “but it’ll be alright.  You’ll be okay.”

           He doesn’t look at me.  I’m starting to wonder if he ever will again.


I nearly killed us. I nearly sent us both up in flames and then had him against a tree snogging the life out of him.  And here he is asking if I’m okay.

           Point for him though, because I’m not.  Of course not.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.

           I’m not okay, and now I’ve let him see in graphic detail exactly how not-okay I am.  I could not have made myself more vulnerable in front of him, and the thought makes me want to curl into a ball, erase the whole thing, make it never happen.

           Except for the kissing.  That part can stay.

           Even though I have no idea if he meant it.  It might have been a final attempt to pull me out of my suicidal funk.  Even the kisses after the fire was out were probably just pity kisses, albeit very desperate pity kisses.

           “Baz,” he says quietly, and I feel him glance at me, “how long… um, how long had you wanted… that?”

           “Forever.”  It comes out without a thought.


           “Since fifth year.”  Both are true.

           Simon thinks for a moment.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

           “You had enough reason to hate me.”

           “I don’t hate you.”

           “You did.”

           “I always thought you hated me.”

           “I did,” I nod, “until I loved you.”  His head whips to face me and I scrunch my eyes shut.  I can’t believe I just said that.  “Until I didn’t hate you anymore,” I try to fix it, but I know it’s too late.  It’s out, it’s in the air between us, and it’s going to stay there forever, taunting me with how he’ll never say it back.

           “Baz -”

           “Please,” I grit through my teeth, a tear squeezing out of my eye, “I can’t.”  The tear makes its way down my cheek until it drips into my mouth, and the taste is like Simon.  I will probably forever associate the taste of tears with kissing Simon.

           “Okay,” he whispers, and we’re quiet for the rest of the drive.  I try to keep my sobs silent, but I’m sure he’s hearing them,

           I could have killed him.  If he’d died, it would have been my fault.

           Tears on our tongues.

           When we finally pull into my driveway, I climb out of the car as soon as we’ve stopped.  I hear him call after me, but I don’t pause.  I slam the car door and start stalking towards the house.  It’s so over for me.  I thought I was ready to die in the woods?  I hadn’t been kissed by the boy I love who will never love me. How am I supposed to live with that?

           His footsteps on the driveway are quick like he’s running after me.  I keep moving, tears blurring my vision.

           He catches up to me at the doorstep, throwing himself between me and the door, blocking my entry.

           “Get out of the way, Snow,” I mutter, looking down. We’re under the porch light now, he’ll be able to see what a mess I am, and I can’t look at his expression.

           “Baz, please.”

           “Please what?” I snap.  “What do you want?”

           I make the mistake of glancing at his face and I find tears running down his cheeks.

           “I want you to know that you’ll be okay,” he sobs, “and that I want you to be okay.”

           “I nearly killed you, Snow,” I say, shuddering, “how can you possibly want me to be okay?”

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.  Flames licking at my vision.

           “You wouldn’t have,” he shakes his head, “you were going to spell me away, and for some reason, that’s more upsetting than if you’d tried to kill both of us.”

           “What makes you think I would have saved you?”

           “It was in your eyes.”

           Right now his eyes are full of something I don’t recognize.

           He takes my hand tentatively.  “I need you to know something,” he tells me through his sobs, “because you probably think that it was a sympathy kiss.”

           That’s exactly what I’m thinking.

           “Please never think that.  Never think that the first kiss, or any kisses after that were out of sympathy.  I kissed you because I wanted to, a lot more than I realized.”  He sniffles, his eyes pleading.  “I’d kiss you again right now, and tomorrow morning, and every day after that and none of it would be out of sympathy, and I need you to understand that.”

           I’m shaking like a leaf.  Because I’m tense, because I’m cold, because I’m in some kind of shock, because of Simon’s words.

           “You’d kiss me again?” I choke, unable to believe what I’m hearing.

           He goes pink and he’s smiling and crying and laughing all at once, and I finally recognize what’s in his eyes because it’s exactly the same thing as what’s in mine.

           He doesn’t answer with words.  He stands on tiptoe and takes me by the lapels of my ruined suit, pressing his mouth into mine and it fits like we’ve been doing this forever, like it’s second nature.  His lips taste like tears again and I’m certain that the taste of tears will always be bittersweet to me now, a reminder that no matter how bad it gets, Simon Snow kissed me because he wanted to.

           And he would again.  He is right now.

           And he would tomorrow morning, and every day after that.