ive been meaning to make this post for like five months

Medicine in the (Post-Apocalyptic) Wasteland: 1 / ?

Hey everyone. I get so many asks about post-apocalyptic scenarios that it’s I’m going to build you a series of posts, dealing specifically with medicine after the collapse of civilization.

Originally posted by jupiter2

Yes, this borders on sci-fi. Yes, a lot of things will be very different in your story, depending on the hows and the whys and the social structure that exists after the apocalypse. Things will also be incredibly different based on when your story is set, because things will likely collapse in a particular order. So your story is going to change a lot depending precisely when you’re writing about, in relation to The Catastrophe (of whatever type).

The difference between this and sci-fi asks is that there is very much an area of medicine devoted to this type of care. It’s called Austere Medicine, AKA Wilderness Medicine. It’s studied. There are resources. There are people who work in villages that may not have had an apocalypse, but have limited funds, access to power, access to diagnostics, access to drugs, and they do it every day of their lives. This is sci-fi with modern parallels. This is interesting.

For the purposes of this article, we’re assuming two major problems: no / extremely limited electricity, and no / extremely limited gasoline.

That first one throws out most of modern medicines. Hospitals. Surgeries. MRIs, CT scans, even the humble X-ray goes by the wayside. Providers have to go back to doing medicine with their hands and with their ears.

Oh, and a lot of people are going to die.

Enter Dani Disaster.

She’s smart, but moreover she’s resourceful, and she can think outside the box that modern medicine has tried to put her in. Maybe she was a doctor, or a nurse, or a paramedic. Now she’s a healer, a Jane-of-all-trades of medicine. She barters for what will help people in the short term, and shakes her head and sighs when she realizes she can’t help a lot of the people she used to be able to.

One thing I want to mention is that Dani will definitely want to keep someone around, preferably an intimidating, armed someone, to protect her. Because people will want things from Dani; everything from begging her to fix their dying-of-something-she-can’t-fix husband, to demanding she be personal medic to the Warlord King (or whatever brute is rising to power in your world).

The First 6 Months

Originally posted by mysillyfreedomdreams

Most people don’t have more than a month’s worth of their medication on hand. Even most pharmacies would run out of the most popular life-saving medications inside of a month or two, assuming they aren’t simply raided by bandits. And in a world without gasoline, the odds of restock are very, very low.

That means no blood pressure medications, no blood thinners, in an ever-increasingly-stressful world. That means no insulin for diabetics, no immunosuppressants for those with autoimmune diseases, no antiepileptics for those with seizure disorders, no antibiotics for septic patients. No pressors to give and no pumps to hang them on. Even IV fluids, literal salt water, will run short.

I will be straight up with you all, keyboard-mashers: a lot of people will die in the first 6 months of an apocalypse, and I’m not even talking from the fighting. I’m not even talking about starvation. I’m just talking about chronic illness. Heart attacks. Diabetes. Blood clots. Strokes. I’m talking about the elderly, who can barely make it a block to the store. I’m talking about serious respiratory patients who need steroids and who have serious trouble walking distances. Cancer patients won’t get chemo, or radiation, or maybe even food. Patients with HIV will run out of antivirals, and then run out of T cells, and die from the common cold.

There are going to be a lot of deaths in the first 6 months after the apocalypse, friends, and it will be ugly as hell. Remember that for most of human history, the lifespan was about 40 years. In a world without organized medicine and the pharmaceutical processes to make medicine, there’s precious little that can be done to expand the lifespan.

Congratulations: You’re the Surgeon. And the Infectious Disease doc. And the Midwife. And the Wound Care Specialist. And the Anesthesiologist. And the…

Look, healthcare is a wide field, and no one person is going to be good at everything. No one person is actually interested in everything, either. There is no one type of healthcare provider who can do everything, although Emergency Medicine docs probably come the closest; and before The Thing That Happened, Dani may have been an ICU nurse, tweaking ventilators, or a paramedic who’d never thrown a stitch before, much less amputated a badly gangrenous leg.

What I’m saying here is, there’s a learning curve for the actual technical things she’ll need to do, in addition to re-learning how to do everything with nothing. And some of it might be way, way outside her wheelhouse, especially at first.

Six Months to Five Years: The Rise of Dani Disaster

Originally posted by asmothdeus

If Dani is lucky, and she gets to the raiding of pharmacies early on, she’ll stock up. On anything she can get, of course, but especially on three things: antibiotics, analgesics and sedatives. Why? Because they’re what will save lives and be useful as hell for trading. Here’s why:

Antibiotics: infection will probably be the single group of preventable deaths that are worth looking at, from a supply-vs-life-years-saved perspective. A single course of antibiotics will save someone’s life, but a diabetic will need insulin, every day, for decades. Also remember that with system breakdown comes water supply breakdown, which means a return of diseases like typhoid and cholera and diptheria and polio.

Antibiotics are an art all of their own, but frankly, they’re boring. Broad-spectrum antibiotics will be most useful; including amoxicillin/Augmentin, Cefaclor, Keflex, Levaquin, erythromycin or clarithromycin or azithromycin, Cipro, or doxycycline. 

Oral antibiotics are going to have benefits over IV antibiotics, for a number of reasons, mostly portability and ease of administration; IV-only drugs haven’t been listed here. Some meds may come in a form that can be given IM; this may be helpful for conditions that severely upset the GI tract (and thus prevent people from absorbing them, because the pill will either go up or down, depending.)

The thing you have to realize is that in austere medicine, common things happen commonly. No one cares if your patient has a pulmonary embolism, or a cool dysrhythmia, because with complex conditions, one of two things are going to happen: They are going to get better, or they are going to die. Heart attacks, a major focus of modern medicine, are essentially untreatable without the risk of dying.

Instead, the most important things Dani will be treating are things that, in the developed world, should be handled in urgent care clinics: gastroenteritis (the shits) and broken bones and infected wounds and yeast infections. A friend of mine went to Haiti after the quake, and within 24 hours she could diagnose a yeast infection by the way a woman was walking.

Originally posted by mattsgifs

Diflucan. She will need LOTS OF DIFLUCAN.

(It’s worth noting that Haiti was very hot and very humid, which is where fungi like to grow; other areas may see other climates, and thus less yeast infections.)

Analgesics: If she’s smart, Dani will take anything she can beg, borrow, or steal. Common, over-the-counter meds like Advil/ibuprofen and Tylenol/acetaminophen/paracetamol, and pill opiates like Vicodin and Percocet and Morphine and Dilaudid. All of these have their place, but mostly this is a “whatever I can get” sort of a thing.

If Dani is really smart, she will go out of her way to find every bottle of ketamine in whatever hospital she raids. We’ve talked about ketamine before, but it’s worth mentioning again, in that it can be used to sedate the crazy, ease pain, or put someone under for short surgical procedures like an appendectomy or amputation. (It’s also a single agent; it controls pain and causes sedation. It doesn’t act as a paralytic, but hopefully she won’t need one).

Lidocaine in a Big Fucking Bottle is optional but beneficial for topical procedures, wound care, suturing, etc.

However, all of these things will eventually run out, no matter how judicious she is about using them. And that’s when we get to….

Five Years Plus: Back to Herbalism It Is

Originally posted by indefenseofplants

There are a lot of allopaths–those who practice Western medicine–that believe herbalism is complete and utter horseshit. I am not one of those people. A lot of medications have their origins in natural remedies and plants, and herbalism is how we treated, well, everything, for quite some time.

The poppy plant begat opium, which begat laudanum, heroin, morphine, and fentanyl. The foxglove plant (digitalis) begat, Digoxin, whose actual name is digitalis. Curare is one of the original paralytics used for surgery. The list goes on and on.

Now, an allopathic education doesn’t typically lead to an in-depth knowledge of medicinal herbs. But fortunately, there are these lovely things called books, and there are, in fact, some really good ones on this topic.

Originally posted by amnhnyc

My personal medical-herbalism reference is James A Duke’s The Green Pharmacy (Amazon link, but available everywhere; not an affiliate link). The author ran the medicinal herb research at the US Dept of Agriculture for a good long while, and the best part about his book is that it is organized by disease (so you don’t have to read about 5,000 plants to find one that treats allergies), and he grades his evidence base for each recommendation. However, there are also field guides to medicinal plants.

Once the allopathic meds run out, Dani Disaster is going to become, basically, a witch doctor, without the witchy aspects. (Or with, depending on her faith and whether or not she practices the craft; no one is judging here.)

She’s going to have a garden of medicinal herbs, and she’s going to learn to prepare poultices and teas and tinctures and creams. Basically, she’s going to bring an allopathic ideology back to herbalism, preferably with some form of evidence base. Willow bark tea is going to be a Big Deal™, because willow bark tea contains an active ingredient very similar to aspirin.

Originally posted by nutnuhmellaarts

But she’s also going to have to be, in part, a home chemist. If she does enough research she can learn how to make her own ethyl alcohol, aka ethanol, aka boozeahol, but this can be used as a disinfectant and antiseptic. (Hell, in a pinch regular ol’ wine can be used to clean out wounds, apparently.) 

She can also learn to make her own bleach, her own IV fluids (0.9% Normal Saline, anyways), her own oral rehydration solution (aka Pedialyte / Gatorade), and perhaps even her own ether, which is a crap anesthetic but better than nothing.

Originally posted by gif87a-com

That’s It…. For Now

This is just a small snippet into the world of austere medicine. (Be careful with Google searches on this topic; Doomsday Preppers are very, very scary and their websites can be… uhhh….. ill-informed.) There’s still plenty more to talk about, so stay tuned for more posts! (I’m especially drooling over the idea of writing a post on the ethics of medicine in the austere environment–stay tuned!!)

I hope this was useful, but remember also this poem by the greats of old:

When the world ends, now
is the time to be sure I
read the disclaimer.

Originally posted by the-reactiongifs

See you in the wasteland. xoxo, Aunt Scripty

anonymous asked:

any tips on how to stay motivated when you've lost all motivation? im in my second semester of my last year of high school, and lately ive been having no desire to study or prioritise my work ;;

Hello! I think it is important to remember you’re nearly done! You’ve not got long and studying for these next few months can hopefully help get you where you want to be. When I was in high school I would always think that when I’d graduate and left I’d hate to have a lingering feeling of regret that I should have studied more or wasted less time doing unproductive things. My parents have said to me “I wish I’d tried harder” and I really didn’t want to feel like that. Since I’ve been graduated just over a year, I can tell you that I’m happy with how I did. I’m proud and glad I stuck it out. If you’ve got a goal that you need to achieve to get into university (for instance getting a certain mark), you should use that as motivation. Try your hardest to not only reach it, but beat it! For some other motivation tips, I’ve rounded up some of mine and other ones I’ve come across:

  • clear your study space, make it tidy and functional
  • write a to do list (either your top 3-5 priorities or a list of everything for each subject)*
  • remembering that each small step counts, whatever you’re working for won’t happen overnight so you need to get through it!
  • use the app Forest - it is motivational tool that keeps you off using your phone
  • map out your day with the tasks you need to do (either fully (like hourly) or just sort of (like doing them either first, second, third,etc))
  • think about how good it will feel to improve/pass and how proud you will be of yourself
  • remind yourself that studying or doing homework will mean you won’t get that feeling of dread and regret if you fail/receive a lower than expected mark because you didn’t make the effort
  • read motivational quotes - try searching Tumblr or Pinterest!!
  • don’t be overly tough on yourself - everyone has days where things get left or you just don’t feel like working but don’t beat yourself up for taking a bit of time to gather yourself
  • rewards!! (could be watching a new episode of your favourite show, seeing friends, buying that top you really want)
  • remembering that you’re lucky to get an education and that it can make a huge difference to your life/future
  • understanding that your current situation is not your final destination and working will get you closer!
  • use two minute rule - if something takes under two minutes, just do it. Then repeat.
  • set your self a goal and break it down into manageable objectives, follow each point through till you’re smashing your goals!
  • purchasing new stationery
  • knowing that mistakes aren’t a huge deal - you learn from them and can move on!! You aren’t failing in any way, just figuring out that you need to change your approach
  • make it fun by either testing out cool new study methods, finding a study buddy, or listening to your favourite music (that is if you can work productively whilst doing so - if not try Spotify’s ‘focus’ playlist!)
  • track your progress - either use a habit tracker or your calendar and mark off each day you do something you need to (maybe review notes, read a chapter of your textbook, etc). Seeing a chain of your progress will make you not want to break it!
  • always do just a little bit more - five more minutes, one more answer! Push through. Work at your self discipline.
  • try challenges like 100 days of productivity (could be subject specific or whatever you like - tailor it to suit you)
  • create/go through studyblr + find inspiration - posting your own things can be super motivating or if you see a mindmap or some notes you like, try to recreate your own version with your notes!
  • take breaks when necessary - don’t force yourself to over do it, burning out isn’t a good option. Take time out to relax, exercise, sleep, etc. When you go back you’ll be refreshed and ready to work!
  • stay positive - yes it can be hard to stay motivated but think of how much better it will be when you’re achieving the marks/recognition/whatever you’re hoping for!!
  • use a planner or printables to organise your monthly, weekly and daily activities - you’ll see what is upcoming and be more likely to get things organised before the time comes if you’re reminded! You can check out mine here.
  • make quick draft plans on big essays or assessments - when you first get it, you’ll have an idea what to write about since it is fresh in your mind. Jot those point down, then make a semi detailed outline of every part of the assessment. When it comes to starting it, you’ll be much more motivated since you don’t have to start from scratch and can check off bit by bit
  • find an accountability partner - find a friend (could be your school friend or someone on Tumblr) who can keep you on track by messaging regularly to track your progress with something. You won’t want to disappoint them so you’ll do whatever you’ve told them needs doing!

I hope that helps! :-) xx

New Man



summary: it’s been a year, and dan and phil haven’t spoken since the night the door had slammed and their relationship was placed on its deathbed. dan knows phil isn’t happy. dan knows andrew isn’t phil’s type. he knows there are fewer things phil would rather do less than spend his free time in the gym, eat kale, and drive cars that probably cost more than his house. dan isn’t happy either, but there’s little he can do other than watch phil’s new life blossom from behind the glass of a phone screen.

(aka basically a fic based on ed sheeran’s absolute Banger of a song new man I highly recommend)

word count: 7k

warnings: alcohol, brief mention of smoking


“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

He freezes, his heart thudding.


“Are you around at all?” Phil prompts, and the lack of hesitation in his voice is almost disconcerting.

Dan skips a beat. He knows this is only the vodka talking, only the alcohol unzipping Phil’s reserved exterior and giving way to a pushy, over-enthusiastic and giggly side to his character, but there’s a part of him, albeit a very small part buried deep down, that desperately wants to say yes.

“Um-“ Dan gulps, his chest thumping. “Are you sure about that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he sighs. “Let’s face it. We haven’t spoken in months, about anything, and you just pop up and phone me completely out of nowhere,” he gulps, before adding in a lower voice, “and it’s not like we ended on brilliant terms, either.”

“Which is why I’m saying we should meet up now,” Phil urges. “We both miss each other, don’t we?”

He’s twenty weeks deep, and apparently they went to Paris last summer.

His thumb slides idly along the glass, scrolling through filtered picture after filtered picture. The Eiffel Tower. The Louvre. A familiar face beside the River Seine, the city lights stretching into amber ribbons on the water’s surface. Some expensive-looking car parked on the side of the road, white shine and blacked-out windows. White wine on the balcony, the sunset a pastel cascade over the city. It looks as if they had a good time.

He lurks with great care, monitoring the movement of every muscle in his thumb in hopes of avoiding the dreaded double tap. Accidentally liking your ex’s new boyfriend’s pictures in itself is certainly one thing, but ones dating way back over five months ago is another.

It’s harder to look at Phil’s Instagram that far back. When there’s a red heart below the picture instead of a transparent one, it takes him a while to figure out whether or not he’d already liked the picture or if he’d slipped up.

He scrolls more. Cars, cars, four tattooed guys at some exotic-looking bar wearing matching grins, a beach, more fucking cars, gym selfie, gym selfie, and-

What the fuck?

He frowns at his phone screen, peering into the glass with narrowed eyes like he’s seeing properly for the first time.

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@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn’t have.

AO3 link

So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)

They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

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okay so. as someone who runs one of the very, very few ocpd-centric blogs on tumblr (not this one, i mean @thatocpdfeel ), its actually so upsetting how little people know abt ocpd, even here on tumblr amongst other mental health bloggers. not to say anything bad abt those bloggers!!! its just not spoken abt much. maybe thats because its not as common as, like, bpd or avpd, but its also because SO many ocpd symptoms are ENCOURAGED by society. i get so many tags on my posts saying “thats an ocpd thing???” or “thats not normal???” or “im not supposed to do that???” like so much of what is killing us from the inside are things parents, teachers, and guardians all think are positive attributes to have, but we internalize those things in such a twisted and intense way that we suffer and yet are idealized for our suffering.
ive had so many people with other illnesses, like depression, tell me how ocpd has its upsides because i can be productive and get stuff done when they cant even get out of bed. thats not how it works.
ocpd is not being perfect.
ocpd is NEEDING to be perfect because even the tiniest mistake means you are the scum of the earth and deserve to die.
ocpd is not double checking your work to make sure you got everyting right because you want a good score.
ocpd is perfecting the wording of a single sentence because if it doesnt imply the exact thought you are trying to get across then it means you have failed and even if it is still technically right and no points are taken off, inside you know that it was wrong and it COULD have been better and your personal standards are ten times higher than the official standards because you know that the goals you need to reach to be successful are leaps and bounds above what the average person needs, not because you are better than them but because you must strive to become better than them at all cost because second best is still a loser.
ocpd is not orangizing your work station before starting a new project.
ocpd is crying and screaming while you trash 42 different versions of the same attempted project and shoving everything off your desk and wanting to pull out your hair or bang your head on a wall because you messed it up so many times already and if you dont get it right this time you will never get it and you will be marked as a failure for the rest of your life, unable to accomplish literally anything and youre so terrified of that thought you take six hours to scrub at your desk and mop the floor and take a razor to that bit of wax thats been stuck on the leg of your chair for a week and half and meticulously organize everything into boxes, counting every ration you put in to make sure they all even out, and listing everything thats there and labeling the boxes then straight up leaving the work area and not thinking about the project for another month.
ocpd is not having a folder of all your important documents because you know you will need them some time.
ocpd is having six folders, each containing vastly different documents, some of which are important, some of which are just old receipts to mcdonalds, some are keepsakes from friends, some of which are just a scap of paper with scribbles that you dont remember what they mean but maybe one day you will, and the rest are just any paper youve ever come across in your life. theyre all just as important as everything else though because the thought of prioritising them is nearly incomprehensible because they are all important and you need them all for equally important things so when you need, like, that paper for your auto insurance you first must sift through six hundred pages of notes your friends passed back and forth in middle school over five years ago and you dont even talk to them anymore but you absolutely cannot get rid of them. its all so important.
ocpd is not being productive.
ocpd is waking up and remembering that you are an inherently flawed and imperfect being, but also that your worth in this world is defined by what you put into it, so even if you cant be perfect, if you make enough perfect stuff or do enough stuff perfectly, it will all give the illusion to others as well as yourself that you are perfect. so you push yourself to do whatever it is you do. regardless of your other illnesses, you work and and try to be as productive as you possibly can because thats your only chance. you go into work sick. you push yourself past your limits, past what you know you are physically/mentally able to do, and you suffer for breaching those limits but all that pain is WORTH it because you are temporarily overcome with a sense of accomplishement and SOMEONE is finally proud of you. you did something right FOR ONCE. so even if you go completely nonverbal, or lay in bed for the next week in pain, or end up in the ER, or seventeen other things didnt get done, there was the most brief sense of absolute euphoria even if its almost immidiately replaced by a sense of overwhelming anxiety about what you messed up, forgot, did wrong, or ignored to achieve that feeling and the cycle of fixing, fixing, fixing repeats itself.
ocpd is not being bossy, egotistical, or controlling.
ocpd is a deeply psychological understanding that even the most insignificant mistake will reflect back on you in the most exaggerated and horrendous way possible. its knowing that if you ask your friend to go get you a red pen, but they bring you a blue one, and you dont know they got blue instead, so if you write even the smallest mark in that blue ink, even if its technically okay to write in red or blue, you specified red, so the fact that its blue makes it wrong and unnacceptable so in your mind its better to drop what your doing and get the correct red pen yourself even if its right beside your friend and you are already focusing on something else. the concept of asking others to do something, not even something in a manner of helping you but just to divide up jobs evenly, its absolutely impossible. because if they do something wrong, it will reflect on you, then you did something wrong and we both know that doing something wrong is completely out of the question. you would rather multitask four things at once, but the sight of someone else just twiddling their thumbs while you bust your ass is so infuriating! why cant they do what you are doing? why cant they just read your mind and know exactly what you need, when you need it, and be helpful? thats what you would do if they were in your situation! if they were working like you, you would hand them everything. you would also probably go ahead and just put that back for them. well, you could also handle that too. and before you know it, their job is your job and there they are twiddling their thumbs and looking at you for a job to do. its the phrase “if you want something done right, do it yourself” taken to a whole other level.
ocpd is so much more than what people think. were more than just a “type a personality” or “perfectionists” and its not just “mild ocd” either. ocpd is painful. please remember that.

xxsnowchildxx  asked:

A definite yes to preggy TaeTae. He's such a cutie ♡♡

Ohhh i hope this is for the wolf au!! Im on mobile right now so please excuse any mistakes ill try to come back and edit them when i get on my laptop.


A pregnant Taehyung is actually a little bit of a mess. He’s still trying to figure out how to be an omega and now paired with being pregnant, its really not easy.

Especially because male wolf pregnancies are a lot harder and shorter than normal pregnancies. Male omegas go through body changes where their insides shift to be able to hold the pups and not only that, they also have to deal with shots and other medicine to help them make certain hormones needed to help their pups.

The beginning for Taehyung is especially hard. He gets these cramps that often leave him curled into a ball and whimpering until Yoongi comes back home from the studio and holds him. The first time it happens he’s actually really fucking scared something is wrong with him but is quickly assured by his doctor that its normal as its just his body preparing him.

Yoongi spends most of his nights cuddled up by Taehyung while he rubs his omegas stomach with a warming lotion.

When the cramps aren’t hitting him though its really nice. Of course his tummy takes some time to grow but that doesnt stop Yoongi from placing his face near Taehyungs stomach and talking to his unborn pups.

“Hey babies its daddy, take it wasy on your papa okay?”

Taehyung giggles and runs his fingers through Yoongi’s hair as he listens to his alpha. He’s a bit scared because his doctor has told him male omega can have up to five pups at a time but he knows no matter what Yoongi will be his support.

Taehyungs craving are actually funny too. He makes whatever member is with him at the time try anything he’s eating. Poor Jimin gets the worst of it as he’s extra protective over his best friend and spends the most time with him. One time Jimin is forced to try watermelon and peanutbutter and he almost cries while Taehyung happily eats.

He starts showing around the two month mark. It’s not super super noticeable but his shirts are starting to fit a bit tighter and his bump is viewable from the side. It makes the alpa in Yoongi growl with a new kind of possesiveness because those are HIS pups inside of HIS omega. He especially likes it when he catches Taehyung napping on their bed shirtless and cradling his tummy.

On the fourth doctors visit they find out they are expecting three pups! Taehyung is happy but a bit scared while Yoongi is grinning with pride because his omega is strong enough to give him that many pups on the first try. He spends more time than normal that night talking to his pups.

“One of you has to he an alpha okay? So you can keep your papa safe while I’m working on songs.”

When BTS is scheduled to have a comeback, Taehyung is already four months pregnant and heavily showing. He’s wadling around now and his feet swell more but that doesn’t stop him from going to practices and supporting his members even if he can’t really dance along. The pups tend to kick more whenever the members are practising one of the Cyphers and Taehyung giggles because obviously his babies have good taste.

There’s also a lot of baby bump pictures on twitter. Taehyung loves to post little videos of things on his belly so fans can see how the babies kick.

There are a few moments when Yoongi has to hold Taehyung as he sobs because his hormones are a mess and he’s read some mean comments online. Wolves arent a new thing to the public but male omegas that are pregnant are and that often gets haters. Eventually he just stops reading them and focusses on his supporters.

“Hey Yoonie, how long are omega typically pregnant?”

Yoongi’s in the middle of rubbing Taehyungs swollen feets when he pauses.

“Well its usually around six to seven months.”

Yoongi grins as he can smell the excitment coming from Taehyung. Soon they’ll be able to meet their babies!!

Around five months Yoongi notices that Taehyung has been smelling him more. Its not that noticeable really but he of coursw catches it right away. Taehyung is wearing his shirts more and holding to his face when he’s reading or watching anime. It makes him feel a type of way because he’s read omega only do that as a form of comfort. He pulls Taehyung into a hug so the omega can just bury his face into Yoongi’s neck instead and smell him better.

While it’s not really possible to be able to tell if the pups are going ro be alpha beta or omega until they are born, Yoongi and Taehyung are excited to find out one of their babies is for sure stronger than the others and might definitely be alpha.

Its not all pretty though. Yoongi sighs a bit as he’s cuddling with Taehyung in their sleep and he wakes up to a crying Taehyung and a wet spot on him. He already knows Taehyung must have had an accident as he is bigger now and its not as easy for him to get up when needes. He gently gets up and changes his omega and himself and the sheets and spends some time assuring Taehyung that its normal and no he’s not gross its all apart of being pregnant.

When Taehyung does go into labor its just a wild ride. He’s in the dorm alone because the members are at a music recording and he’s trying to relax in the bath tub when he feels a sudden pain. Its sharp and directly to his stomach and his instincts kick in right away. He reaches for his phone and calls his personal manager and with some help they get him to the hospital. As soon as Yoongi hears that Taehyung is in delivery he leaves the show without even taking his mic off.

The alphas heart breaks when he arrives to the hospital and sees that Taehyung is curled up in a ball on his side crying. The omega has an iv in his hand and other things connected to him and Yoongi waste no time going to his omega side and doing as best as he can to hold him through his pain.

When it’s actually time for Taehyung to deliver he has to have all the cords taken out so he can shift into his wolf form. After his shift its just a blur of crying and slick and whimpering.

The first pup is a male omega they name Sangmin. The second another male omega, this one though is special because his eyes are the same striking blue that Yoongi’s wolf are. They name him Sanghyuk. Finallt the hardest time Taehyung has is with their last child. It’s bigger than the rest and Taehyung has to take breaks because he just cant. Finally though, she comes out and wow a female alpha. They name her Sunmi.

(Well we finally have the pups! Let me know if you want me to continue life with the pups!)

You Can Never Go Home - Part Seven

From The Other Side

Emily rubbed her temples as JJ set the, thankfully large, mug of coffee down in front of her.

“Thanks” she smiled at her “But I’m starting to think it would be more effective to just hook myself up to a coffee IV”

“Don’t let Reid hear that that’s an option” JJ joked. She, Emily and Luke were at the station while the rest of the team were on their way back from y/n’s family home.

“I just can’t get the image of her parents out of my head” said Emily, taking a sip.

“How is she doing?”

“She’s devastated of course. She was all over the place at Coleman’s house. She wanted to be involved but…”

“She’s a victim now” finished JJ.

“If we don’t solve this I don’t know what’s going to happen to her”

“She’s strong” said Luke, turning away from where he had been studying the crime scene photos until he couldn’t bear it any longer “But she’ll be blaming herself right now”

“She thinks she shouldn’t have come back” nodded Emily. JJ frowned. “What are you thinking?”

“Not 100% sure yet. Is the Sheriff around?”

“Yeah he’s in his office”

JJ bounded out, grabbing her phone on the way. She was passed in the hall by the rest of her team making their way back.

“The coroner has made the bodies her top priority “ said Rossi “She’s even drafting in a few colleagues from out of town”

“Is COD the same as out other victims?” asked Luke.

“Actually no” said Tara “They were shot. We think he took her father out first, he was shot in the kitchen and then dragged to the table. Then he shot the others where they were sitting”

“The eyes were removed post mortem just like our other victims” added Reid.

“This is a message obviously” said Emily “Were we getting too close and he got spooked?”

“We barely got a profile together and Garcia hadn’t finished compiling the list of newly released prisoners yet. If she had it would be a long one.” Rossi said “As much as I hate to say it we weren’t close at all”

“Could it be about y/n’s history in the town?” asked Tara “We’ve all seen how the locals regarded her. Could it be revenge?”

“It’s so at odds with the previous victims though” said Luke “And yet it feels so personal”

“That’s because it is. We think we’ve got something.” said JJ marching back in looking like she could take on an army “Garcia you’re on speaker. Y/n could have been the focus from the start”


“So a few years after Toby died, y/n left Eddowes Creek right?” said JJ

“Yeah she went and lived with family, an aunt and uncle” confirmed Reid.

“The week after y/n was registered at her new school Selena was blinded by our UNSUB” said Garcia.

“Trigger number one” said JJ “Trigger Two, Sasha was murdered a month after y/n joined the BAU”

“To the day” said Garcia.

“Isn’t that kind of a stretch? I mean there were two murders before that and the BAU weren’t called in until” frowned Luke.

“Close the door” said Emily suddenly. She lowered her voice as she continued. “We weren’t called in after Kaity’s murder”

“But we need to be-” began Reid.

“We were called in after Sasha’s” Emily cut him off.

“What? We aren’t usually called in after one body” said Rossi.

“That’s why we didn’t take the case. He was quite persistent, seemed convinced it was a big case but the Sheriff had a lid on it and at the time it wasn’t serial so…”

“If it wasn’t the Sheriff who requested our help who did? asked Tara

“Deputy Dale Coleman”

The room went silent but there was a charge in the air.

“Garcia pull up-”

“Already done. Dale is the only child of Sheriff Coleman and his wife. She died when Dale was two, an aggressive brain tumour. Nothing much until after the death of Toby Peterson.”

“What happened then?” asked Luke.

“Dale started getting in trouble a lot. He would pick fights, lost quite a few of them based on hospital records but Dad would always bail him out of trouble and then…oh jinkies”


“Financial history shows that eight years ago, Dale’s dad got him onto a program for “troubled kids”. He used his wife’s maiden name and the program was based in Morning Springs and Elizabeth Meadow’s body was found during the six weeks that Dale was there.”

“How about five years ago?” asked Emily.

“Well between Elizabeth and Melanie’s murders Dale applied for the army three times and was rejected due to failing a psych eval and he also applied for four different police forces outside of Eddowes Creek, same story there. The week that Melanie was killed Dale joined the Sheriff’s department.”

“Needing his father to get him in to law enforcement may have made him feel like a failure” said Reid “He needs to be in control, when he isn’t he lashes out. He lost his friend - he attacks a prostitute. Then y/n leaves, his only other friend and he driven to attack again?”

“No” said JJ, a look of horror on her face “Look at them. They’re similar enough in looks that y/n could be the woman they are substitutes for. Toby and y/n were dating right? Dale got jealous, kills Toby and then the object of his desire leaves so he goes after women who remind him of her.”

“He stops killing after joining the Sheriff’s department because while it isn’t what he wanted, he does have some power so his desires are somewhat satiated” continued Emily “Then he must have heard y/n joined the BAU and thought a serial killer would be the perfect way to lure her back home.”

“Our profile pissed him off” said Rossi “At the river y/n described him as weak, impotent. He went after her family to prove her wrong.”

“We need to get over there now” said Emily.

Part Eight: Who We Are In The Dark up next week

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Anyway the reason for all this Renji discourse on ur dash is bc ive actually holy shit written something after a three-month-long block (and ofc it HAD to be like two days before my exam what’s new) and it’s renji pov, so ive been thinking about him a lot. anyway here’s the excerpt of what ive written, it’s from the third chapter of collision course, and it’s been a while since i’ve posted fic so here you go have a preview

The first glimpse Renji gets of Rukia in five months astonishes him. For a moment he even doubts that that is his Rukia, their hundred-year-plus acquaintance be damned; yes, the features were hers, and no-one could mistake that hair, but—

“You sure you got the right girl?” he asks, and his superior’s lips go thin and tight (well, thinner and tighter than they usually are) at being talked back to.

“I was not aware you were in a position to question my intelligence.”

“No, sir, it’s just—” It’s not the odd human world clothes, or her dopey-looking companions, or even the fact that he’s seeing her alive and well after months of wondering otherwise; what throws him is something much simpler and more visceral than that. “Her— her expression— it’s—”

On the screen, some orange-haired bastard hands Rukia a small carton, muttering tersely, and Rukia cocks her head to the side and smirks; the gesture floors Renji, nails him to the tatami mats of the Sixth Division barracks as he tries and fails to remember the last time he’d seen that face on her. Was it before the Academy? During? Surely he remembered the last time Rukia had smiled?!

“… so human,” he finishes, and Byakuya’s lips twist at the word as though it is an insult of the highest order.

“Yes,” he says, and it sounds like a condemnation. Renji does not volunteer to defend her.

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Rope bondage

Hello unicorns,

Sorry ive been gone for the past week i had personal issues i had to deal with, but now im back. I wanted to talk about rope bondage. Rope bondage is something most people in bdsm would like to try but it can also be very dangerous to do no matter where it is done. You might watch porn and think they have it alot tighter than they actually do well im going to list a few things to remember when doing rope bondage. As always i encourage everyone to research anything i talk about before actually doing it on themselves or with their doms.

1. How tight it should be depends on you and/or your submissive. Around the mid section (chest area and stomach) the rope shouldn’t restrict their breathing at all! That is very dangerous (obviously but some people don’t know how dangerous it is). I recommend making sure you can at least wiggle your pinky in the rope if you can’t its too tight. However if the submissive after awhile would like to tighten it; it shouldn’t be so tight that you CAN’T slide a pen or pencil between your submissive and the rope. The dangers with to tight rope around the mid section is that your sub could pass out. They may say that its not tight but if during the act you see they are struggling to breath. Stop and either readjust the rope or take it off all together (by readjust i mean taking it off and loosing it).

2. If bonding around the wrist. It shouldn’t be too tight. Remember that cutting off circulation of blood is bad for your submissive. It can lead to serious problems if left on to long. If your submissive is complaining that their hands are going numb its to tight! Take the rope off, wiggle their hands and then readjust the rope to be looser (if the feeling doesnt come back after five minutes then leave the rope off all together). It again shouldnt be tight enough that a pen cant wiggle through. The same thing goes for ankles and legs. If your submissive is left with bound wrist that are too tight it can in serious cases lead to medical emergencies. I once had a friend that wrapped duck tape around her arm and left it for too long. The feeling was gone from her arm for more than a month. I realize thats duck tape but its blood restriction. It can lead to limb amputation (in serious serious cases).

3. If doing breast the rope shouldn’t be turning them purple! Breast are very sensitive parts of the body and such if they are turning from red to purple take the rope off.

4. If around the neck remember the same thing. Breathing is a must.

5. CHECK IN WITH YOUR SUBMISSIVE! i dont care if they’re in some weird contortion pose. Check in and make sure they’re ok especially if its their first time doing rope bondage!

Always remember that in porn the actresses are allowed breaks. Always have a safe word! If you’re doing a dark roleplay (rape, kidnap ect) make it something like pineapple or banana. Something easy for the submissive to remember maybe their favorite color. I recommend keeping water and food near buy incase your submissive needs something maybe on the night stand. TALK ABOUT WHAT YOULL BE DOING BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING! there are knots, and ties you and your submissive can try so look through some with them and do research. Make sure they’re comfortable with trying it. If its new to you or your submissive always always start slow. A simple bonding loosely around the wrist to start and then increase it at the pace of them. Remember you’re not the one getting tied up and trusting someone completely. As always have consent and be safe. Ill be doing more bondage posts if it turns out you guys liked this one and it was helpful.

Corona - Part 1 (Kai)

(A hacker meets a spy…things have gotten interesting.)

The average person can type between 38 to 40 words per minute. According to Google, that translates to about 200 characters per minute. Professionals can type twice as fast, ranging from 325 to 335 CPM. While that may be an impressive speed, you don’t necessarily consider yourself a ‘professional’ in comparison.

If anything, you’re more of a prodigy.

And this is neither a bluff nor an exaggeration.

While the pros are doubling the standard typing speed, you’ve got triple on the pros themselves. For the record, you’ve never actually counted out all the words you’ve typed out in a day (because that’s what newbies do), but Jongdae claims to have done so one rare day he wasn’t busy annoying the heck out of you through your earpiece.

You supposedly hold the world record by a landslide, but besides you and Jongdae, the rest of the world has no idea.

Not even Junmyeon is aware of your true potential.

And no one else can ever find out because naturally, they’re probably going to kill you. But the idea of showing off your skills and achievements has always been distasteful for you anyway, so you’d rather stick with hacking things for a living than becoming part of the president’s trophy display case.  

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anonymous asked:

hey fran, i really love you & your art!! i fell in love w your bokuroteru tattoo au after reading it through, and then i found your bakushimas and i love them so much! you're actually the reason i found the motivation to start bnha lol and i'm really glad i did, so thx! <3

Thank you!!!!!! So much!!!!!!!!!! For liking my stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O* and you’re most welcome, I’m super happy you’re liking it!!!!!

Anon said: I love dragons and I love kiri and I love your art so that post is like all three of my favourite things rolled into one, B L E S S.

I’M GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: your traditional sketches are so cool!!! i feel like it kinda adds like depth to it or something but like those are so neat what if you lined some

Thanks!! And I’ve actually thought about that, but I’m not much a fan of going back on stuff I already posted… it’s more probably I’ll just go back to the concept and draw more instead of lining those haha

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Go with the flow IV - p.p.

part I - part II - part III

pairing : Peter Parker x reader

summary : he helps her with math, she helps him in the swimming pool

timeline : post spider-bite ; pre civil war & hoco

warning : swearing, anger and stupid pete

word count : 539 words

a/n : I feel like Peter kind of an ass in this one, but let’s say it’s because of the spidey-stuff, he doesn’t really know what he’s saying. Guaranteed it’ll be ok.

Previously : You opened your eyes again. You spent the night looking for what or who made this sound, but found nothing. So maybe there was nothing to find?

You sighed when you saw on the clock that you had now been waiting thirty minutes for Peter.

Before, he was never late, neither for natation on fridays, nor for math on tuesdays. But lately, he wasn’t only late, he was absent. He didn’t come at all. Sometimes he came but left early, or came up with an excuse at the last minute. The first two or three times, you understood, if his aunt was sick, of course he had to go home, if he had lots of late homework too, but chores are not what you’d call a good excuse. Tho now he didn’t even have excuses. Now, he didn’t even tell you he wasn’t coming. Now he was just sorry the next day. Just sorry. You were sorry too when your math teacher told you how disappointed she was with your failing grades.

So you put your book back in your bag, and left the library. Swearing to yourself that you would wait for him anymore. To hell your math grades, to hell his swimming skills, and if he drowned one day, it won’t be your problem.

And thus the next day, when Peter came your way with his usual ‘I’m sorry’ face, you didn’t even wait to hear the words, you just left without letting him get close to you. You didn’t turn to see how sad his expression was.

Later this day, you were leaving the cafeteria because you saw Peter coming your way, but he was faster than you and caught your arm in the hallway. You turned to face him, and tried to free yourself from his grip, but he didn’t let go.

‘Y/N what the hell ?’ he asked, and on his face you saw a look you didn’t like. Disappointment. The same look you father gave you when you forgot to buy his favorite beer, or if it was the wrong brand.

‘You know what.’ you answered, trying not to let your emotions make your voice crack.

‘No I don’t, tell me !’ he looked lost, but it seemed to you like he was faking it. We missed all your practice dates in a month, how would he not know.

‘Let me go.’ But he didn’t. You repeated your words : ‘Let me go, Parker.’ This time he did. So you turned and started walking quickly to your locker, but you only had made five steps that his words stopped you right on your tracks.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N !?’ he said. He didn’t talk loud enough for the cafeteria to hear, but you heard. Tho you wished you heard wrong.

‘What is wrong with me ?’ you all-but-screamed, quickly turning and making your way back. ‘What is wrong with you, you mean !’ you accused him. ‘You’re the one missing practice, you’re the one making up shitty excuses, you’re the one who’s sorry all the time, and now you’re saying there’s something wrong with me !?’ you sighed, one of those angry sighs, those when the air comes out, you feel it shaking in your chest.

‘Please don’t talk to me ever again.’ you said, and you walked away before any tear could wet your cheek

We Have Him Completely Helpless (2/?)

okay guys part two is here! im sorry it like took bricks to post lol ive been in a little emotional slump. aNYWAYS uhhh please this one is also super indulgent but it’s good imo. thank you @bearpaww for being patient with me. part one can be found here so if you haven’t seen it yet go check it out!!

Keith wasn’t sure how much time had passed. He was currently alone in his cell. Lotor spent about half his time in there with him, pressing him for answers, and spraying that damn cologne in his face whenever he didn’t get them. Lotor had interrogated him five different times now and Keith was absolutely miserable. He was a mess of snot and allergic tears, and his entire face itched ferociously. It was hard to focus on anything else. Even when he was alone, the smell of the cologne lingered, making Keith suffer even when he wasn’t being interrogated. Still, he refused to give in. No matter what, Keith refused to give Lotor anything that might help the Galra harm his friends or the universe.

Keith had had probably half an hour to recuperate after the last session before he heard his cell door open again. Lotor was back, along with Ezor and Zethrid. Axca and Narti weren’t with him. After the first time, they took turns in rotations so that every time Lotor returned to Keith’s cell, he was accompanied by a different set of generals.

“Hello, paladin!” Lotor greeted. “You’re looking well.” Behind him, Ezor snorted and smiled, biting her lip. Her eyes scanned Keith, followed the chains around his wrists down his arms and then stopped at his messy face.

Keith glowered at his captors.

“Quit screwing around, Lotor. Just get this over with.” He winced slightly at the sound of his words. The constant sneezing and coughing had completely wrecked his voice. His words sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

Lotor chuckled. “You speaks as if I’m going to listen to you. No paladin, this is long from over. In fact, I’m in the mood to try something new! I’m rather excited.”

“What do you mean, ‘try something new’?” Keith demanded.

“Oh, you know. Something different. It should be fun.”

Lotor moved his hand from behind his back to reveal a large feather held between his thumb and index finger. Keith had seen Ezor bring it into the cell the first time, and was relieved when they ended up not using it. But now he wasn’t so lucky.

“You’re sure this will induce a reaction?” Lotor asked curiously, addressing Ezor.

“Yeah!” Ezor beamed. “It’s not just substances that set it off.” She glanced at Keith, still smiling, before returning to Lotor. “Right, lemon? Soft touches caused a reaction, and a feather is soft. I also wanted to find something that you could put in his nose without damaging any nerves, since those nerves are probably what sets off the reaction in the first place.”

Lotor smiled. “That’s a good observation. Indeed, I do think the nerves in the nasal cavities play a part in it all. Nice work, Ezor. Now, where were we? Oh yes.” Lotor turned back towards Keith. “We were about to have some more fun with our friend here.”

Keith pressed his lips together at that. Lotor strode over to stand in front of Keith, an impish grin on his face. He looked down at Keith.

“I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me, where can I find the rest of your team?”

Keith didn’t say anything, only glared at Lotor. For a moment, Lotor was silent, looking back at Keith expectantly. After a deep breath, his grin returned.

“Very well then. Just remember, paladin, this could have been avoided if you had cooperated. But it’s too late now.”  

Keith’s expression faltered slightly as Lotor raised the feather to his nose. God, this was going to be awful. He knew there was no way he was going to be able to hold back. But he had to be strong. He couldn’t let Lotor break him down. He’d dealt with worse. He’d gotten booted from the Garrison and lived in the desert by himself for months, for god’s sake! He could handle this.

Lotor started by tracing the rims of Keith’s nostrils with the tip of the feather. Keith immediately whimpered, the sensation sending a spasmodic tickle through his nose. The sudden reaction made Lotor narrow his eyes in fascination and Ezor giggle. Zethrid stepped closer to Lotor to have a better look.

“Hah! It’s working!” Ezor said with glee.

“His nose is moving,” Zethrid said, eyeing Keith’s twitching nostrils. She leaned forward to look carefully at him. His cheeks heated up in embarrassment. He hated being stared at like this, like he was some kind of experiment.

“It’s an intriguing development.” Lotor agreed. “But what would happen if I did this?” As he spoke, Lotor stuck the feather in so that the tip of it barely brushed against the inside of Keith’s nose.

Keith’s eyes widened as his nostrils twitched and flared. He glanced at the feather, which was long and thin and fluffy. It was dark blue with red markings spread throughout the bristles. Keith had never seen any bird with a feather like it. It must have been from some kind of weird space bird. He couldn’t dwell on it for long though, because Lotor had now stuck the feather even further up his nose.

“Ah!” he yelped. “No, no, n-hhh- please, Loto-hehhh!- stop!”

But Lotor did no such thing. He slowly twirled the feather in Keith’s nose, fascinated smirk never fading.

Keith could feel every bristle of the feather brush against the inside of his sensitive nose. His eyes were watering and his nose was running. He wriggled his nose desperately, a futile attempt to get rid of the intense tickle that was now spreading into his sinuses.

“You ladies might want to step back a bit. Things might get a bit messy.” Lotor warned. Zethrid backed up a few steps, but stayed close enough to where she could see everything. Ezor stayed where she was, seeming not to care about the potential mess. Keith’s breath hitched erratically as Lotor continued to push the feather further up his nose. He twirled it again, going faster this time.

“Oh god!” Keith gasped. “Plea-aah! Please st-hehhhh!” Keith was unable to finish his sentence. His nose gave a final twitch, nostrils flaring, before his body succumbed to the ticklish assault.

“H’eshiew! ‘EescH! Heh’tSHIEW!”

“Fascinating!” Ezor exclaimed.

“Yes,” Lotor said. “This feather is very effective in inducing the reaction.”

Zethrid chuckled. “He looks so pathetic! I think I’m starting to like this form of torture.”

“I think I am too. Torturing him like this is very entertaining.” Lotor hummed happily. He glanced back at his two generals, eyes shining with mirth. “Would you like to try, Zethrid?”

Zethrid grinned. “Yeah, I’ll give it a go,” she said. Lotor handed her the feather.

“Aww, I wanna try!” Ezor said.

“Patience, Ezor. You’ll have your turn,” Lotor assured.

Oh great, Keith thought, suppressing a groan. It was bad enough having Lotor torture him, now he had to deal with the other generals too? Zethrid strode over to Keith and smirked down at him. She was tall, easily towering over him. But that didn’t stop Keith from glowering up at her. She laughed.

“Oh, stop trying to act so tough. You’re not fooling anyone, you know.” Zethrid smirked at him, narrowing her eyes.

Before Keith could even think of a response, Zethrid stuck the feather up his nose without any warning, twirling it the same way Lotor had, but faster. The reaction was instantaneous. Keith barely had time to choke in a breath before he was overcome by a fit of powerful, ticklish sneezes. Zethrid had jumped back a step, surprised at how quickly Keith had reacted. But then she grinned wickedly and leaned forward, shoving the feather up his nose again.

“Hah!” she laughed. “I see why you enjoy this so much, sir! This is fun!”

Keith drew in another desperate, gasping breath before launching into another tiring fit.

“Heh’kshh! E’cksht! ‘Kssht! Hah-kshoo! Hih-tschuu! Heshiew!

By the time the fit was over, Keith was panting. He was beginning to have trouble breathing, every breath a strain on his throat. And he couldn’t get any air in through his nose at all. He drew in a shaky breath and looked up at Zethrid. He could feel that his scowl had fallen and he couldn’t force it back up. He was just too tired. Zethrid didn’t give him any time to recover. Once again, she stuck the feather up his nose, sticking it in the other nostril this time. Somehow, the tickle was even worse than the last one. His breath hitched uncontrollably as he gasped out a plea.

“No, n- hhh- ah, ahhh! Plea-hhh-se! I- I- I’m going t-hehh!- to snee-ah! Heh’tschiew! N’tish! Et’schh! Hih’schiew! T’schuu! ‘Eschiew! ‘Knshht”

Zethrid yanked her hand away quickly. She looked down at her hand, which was covered in snot. She wiped it on her pants, nose crinkled in disgust.

“Ugh! Gross! I think I’m done for now.”

Keith was too tired to feel embarrassed about that at the moment. He just closed his eyes and focused on trying to get some oxygen in.

“Yay! My turn!” Ezor cried with glee.

“You might want to clean this first,” Zethrid said, holding the feather up, which was also covered in snot.

“You know, I do find that aspect of the reaction to be quite annoying,” Lotor said. “It was fine when he was just getting it on himself, but now it’s gotten so bad that it’s getting on us too. Not an ideal situation. It’s best that we clean him up a bit before we continue.”

This time, Keith did blush, humiliation gnawing at him. Great, so now they were going to wipe his nose for him like he was a toddler? He hated this. He was trying to be strong, but at this point, he didn’t have a shred of dignity left. He just wanted it all to stop.

“I’ll go get a cloth,” Zethrid said. She looked over at Keith, then at the fluid covering his face and armor.

“You sure can make a mess, milquetoast,” Ezor said to Keith. “How can such a small person produce so much fluid?”

“That’s actually an excellent question,” Lotor said. “How do humans produce so much of that stuff? And what is its purpose? I suppose that it’s an immune response that can trap bacteria or other pathogens, but the excessive amount seems unnecessary.”

“Tell me about it,” Keith croaked. “Do Galra really not get runny noses?”

“Oh? Attempting a conversation, are we? It only took several hours to get it out of you,” Lotor said. He thought about whether he should actually talk to his prisoner or give him the cold shoulder. But after a moment, he decided to indulge the paladin.

“No, we don’t. We also don’t exhibit these expulsions that you do. Our immune response is superior to humans. It gets the job done without making a mess.”

Keith sighed and looked at Lotor sourly. Then, “It’s called sneezing.”

“What’s that now?”

“The expulsions,” Keith said, rolling his eyes and then glaring at the ground. “They’re called sneezes. I’m sneezing. The word for it is ‘sneezing’.”

“‘Sneezing’,” Lotor repeated with a slight chuckle. “I see. I quite like that. ‘Sneezing’.”

Keith pressed his lips together.

“Well, whatever the term for it is, we don’t do it. You humans are so underdeveloped, even your bodies are inferior. You however… your genes aren’t entirely primitive. But whoever your Galra relative was, they chose the wrong species to procreate with.”

“How did you know about that?!” Keith hissed, as much as he could with his stuffy voice.

“I took a blood sample when I first captured you.” Lotor replied casually. “I thought you were a plain human. Imagine my surprise when you turned out to be part Galra! Of course, I couldn’t just let you suffer the normal forms of torture. I had to see what phenotypical variants the unprecedented mixture of genes caused. And then you performed this… sneezing… and I was fascinated. I had to see more, had to understand it.”

Lotor raised his eyebrows pointedly at Keith when the paladin continued glaring at him.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault that your primitive genes are more dominant than your Galra genes. I’m just testing you to see how it all works.”

“I’m not some experiment that you can just toy with, y’know,” Keith snapped.

“And yet, here you are, chained up and completely under my control,” Lotor sang. “The fact that this is torture for you makes it even more fun.”

“Do you even need to be doing these stupid tests on me if you have my blood?”

“Well,” Lotor said, “your blood doesn’t tell us everything. We certainly didn’t find out about this ‘sneezing’ from your blood. So yes, this is all completely necessary.”

At that moment, Zethrid returned with a large purple cloth. She didn’t say anything as she headed towards Keith.

“Wait, stop!” Keith said. Zethrid ignored him, grabbing at the back of his head so she could wipe his face.

“Please, just hold on!”

“What is it?” Zethrid demanded, sounding annoyed.

“Please, can you just… let me do it myself? I won’t cause any trouble. I just want to do it myself.”

“Why? What’s the difference? To me this seems like an excuse to try and escape.” Lotor said, eyeing Keith suspiciously.

“It’s not an excuse!” Keith said brusquely. “I just don’t want someone else wiping my nose for me like I’m some little kid. It’s embarrassing!”

“But you’ve already embarrassed yourself quite a lot namby-pamby. So what does it matter?” Ezor said with a giggle. Keith glared at her while Zethrid laughed at her remark.

“And why should we be doing any favors for you anyway?” Zethrid asked, her grin disappearing as she glared down at Keith.

Lotor considered Keith for a moment before turning to his generals.

“Now now, ladies. Let’s be reasonable. While it’s true that he is our prisoner, I don’t see the harm in letting him have this one thing.” Lotor turned to address Keith.

“But be warned, paladin. If you try to escape or cause any kind of trouble, your punishment will be exponentially worse than what you have already experienced.”

As much as Keith hated to admit it, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to fight them anyway. Not in the state he was in. Right now, he just wanted to blow his nose. He almost cried from relief when Lotor took out some keys and began unlocking the shackles that bound his hands.

“Hmm…” Lotor considered him for a moment. “Just your hands. Your feet can stay shackled.”

“Whatever.” Keith said. Zethrid tossed the cloth at him before moving to stand by the cell door. Of course, Keith knew he wasn’t going to get any privacy. But he supposed beggars can’t be choosers. So he buried his face in the cloth, hiding himself from the Galra as much as he could, before blowing his nose hard. Ezor immediately burst into laughter.

“Did you just honk?!” she cackled.. “Hah! You sound just like a Poulmywth!” Zethrid joined in on the laughter and even Lotor chuckled a little bit.

Keith swallowed his embarrassment and focused on getting himself cleaned up. It took him a while, but he finally managed to clear his nose and wipe off most of his face and armor. I can breathe! he thought, relief flooding through him, but the feeling didn’t last long. Lotor grabbed the cloth from him with two fingers and tossed it in the corner of Keith’s cell. Then he quickly rebound Keith’s hands. Keith wanted to try and escape so badly, but he knew that he wouldn’t get far. In fact, he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere. There were three skilled fighters standing three feet away and he had no weapons with him. His bayard was somewhere, but he didn’t know where. There was no way he could make it past all of them. And there were still the others to account for. Not to mention his feet were still shackled. He was completely trapped, at least for now. Though he hoped that an opportunity to escape would happen eventually.

“Okay! Now it’s my turn!” Ezor said excitedly. She grabbed the feather from Zethrid, who had cleaned it off when she had gone looking for a rag.  

“Oh, clodpole, you and I are going to have lots of fun!”

She skipped up to Keith. She too was taller than he was, but she wasn’t nearly as massive as Zethrid. She was thin and nimble. Much smaller.

She looked down at Keith and held the feather up in front of his face so that he could look at it. She watched his dark eyes focus on it, and only after they had moved back to meet her own did she continue. The tip of the feather just barely grazed his left nostril, but that small touch was enough to send a prickling feeling through his nose. He gave a small gasp, twitching his nose in an attempt to get away from the tickly feather. Of course it was to no avail. Ezor began tracing the rims of his nostrils. The small bristles rubbed delicately against the skin there. Keith gave another small gasp in response. Ezor pulled the feather away for a second, seeming to consider something, before returning the feather to his nose, this time tracing the tip of it along the bridge. The tickle grew ever so slightly. Then she slowly swept the feather up and down his septum. Keith whined in apprehension and discomfort as the light tip gently caressed his sensitive nose. He pulled his head away from Ezor, but she simply grabbed his bangs and yanked it back forward. He grunted.

“Easy, Ezor,” Lotor said. “Be gentle with our guest.”

“Then tell this Silly Gorback to stay still,” she sang. She shook her index finger in Keith’s face, “tsk tsk tsk,”ing as she did.

Keith almost prefered Zethrid’s method. She just went right in for the attack, unlike Ezor, who enjoyed toying with him. At least Keith knew what he was getting with Zethrid.

“Now, let’s try that again,” Ezor said to him.

She resumed playing with the feather, letting it dance around the chapped skin of his nose. Her smile seemed to broaden with every hitching breath that he took, although at no point did she do enough for it to form a full sneeze. She seemed to enjoy forbidding Keith from sneezing, as she never let it build up to anything more than an immense tickle that made his eyes water and his nose twitch like crazy.

“P-please ahh, h-hah, ju-just let me sne-hehh- sneeze. Please.

Ezor only bit her lip and continued teasing.

“Perhaps,” Lotor said after a couple minutes of this. Keith’s cheeks were covered in tears, and he had been moaning and begging for what had felt like hours to him. “If you answer some of our questions.”

Keith squeezed his eyes shut, letting fresh tears spill out. He sniffled desperately, thinking. God, this was terrible. His nose needed relief, and it was getting hard to concentrate on anything other than the severe urge to sneeze. But he couldn’t. He had nothing to stop the itch. If he answered… But he couldn’t do that either. He was stronger than that.

“No,” he whimpered. “I w-won’t.”

“Your loss, paladin,” Lotor said, shrugging. Smirk on his face, he watched as Ezor continued gently swiping the feather around his nostrils and up and down his pointed nose. Keith sniffled sharply, attempting to induce the sneeze himself, but it didn’t work. The feather’s touch irritated the nerves in his nose, but Ezor wasn’t applying enough pressure to induce a sneeze. He was completely at her mercy, and he had a feeling that she wasn’t going to let him sneeze anytime soon. She continued to stroke the feather around his sensitive nostrils, occasionally moving it to rub at the tip of his nose. Keith’s breath hitched without his control. He sniffled again, desperate to get rid of the terrible feeling.

“Stop it, please,” Keith moaned. “I-hehh! I-I-I nee-ahh!- need to snee-hhhh!- sneeze!”

“Will you answer our questions?” Lotor inquired.

Keith kept his mouth shut, cursing himself for begging. He knew that no matter how much he begged, Lotor wasn’t going to have mercy on him until he answered his questions, and that wasn’t going to happen if Keith had anything to say about it. So he was forced to deal with this. But he was finding it much harder to do so as time passed, and he couldn’t help but beg them to stop. The intense tickle caused more fresh tears to drip down his cheeks. He sniffled pitifully, wishing more than anything that he could escape from here. Keith wasn’t really paying attention to what Ezor was doing anymore, so he was completely unprepared when she began to slowly stick the feather in his nose, the tip touching just inside. The tickle flared, pulsing inside of his sinuses, but it was still not enough to make him sneeze. The feeling teased him, had him barely on the brink of sneezing. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this. He really needed to sneeze, but Ezor wasn’t letting him, and it was driving him crazy. Ezor delicately traced the tip of the feather along the inside of his nostrils, and the sensation spread throughout his nose, growing as she stuck it farther and farther in. The tickle was completely overwhelming at this point. He was going to sneeze, that was just a fact. He took large, hitching breaths, the itch reaching it’s peak. Then suddenly, Ezor yanked the feather out of his nose, leaving him stuck hitching uncontrollably, the need to sneeze rapidly decreasing.

“Hehh! Hhhhh! HAHH! Ohhhh..!” Keith groaned, sniffling miserably. He still felt a slight itch in his nose, and it had began to run again. His head was tilted back, nose crinkled and nostrils flaring. His eyebrows were pulled tightly together and his lips were pulled back in a snarl. Ezor giggled.

“You really do make the funniest expressions! It’s even better when the reaction is delayed.” She turned towards Lotor. “Don’t you agree, sir?”

“I do,” Lotor said. “The fact that this ‘sneezing’ can be delayed is really interesting to me. It gives us more insight into how the whole process works.”

Ezor turned back to Keith, the playful smile on her face holding a hint of malice.

“Let’s keep going, shall we?” she said, and once again began to tease Keith’s nose. The itchy sensation returned as soon as the feather touched him.

Please just- hiihhh! Just le- let me sneeze!” Keith begged.

“Not happening,” Ezor sang. Once again, Ezor stuck the feather delicately in his nose, causing the tickle to grow even more. The bristles of the feather softly teased the sensitive nerves. Ezor stuck the feather up farther, wanting to put him just on the brink of sneezing before pulling it away. She was about to pull the feather out again when Keith whimpered and gave a sharp gasp. The feather’s tip had brushed against his nose’s most sensitive spot, causing the itch to bloom into an overwhelming sting. Keith drew in another sharp gasp. Oh god! I’m going to sneeze! Ezor yanked the feather out quickly, trying to prevent the reaction, but it was too late. Keith hitched a final desperate breath before he was overcome by a powerful sneezing fit.

“Ahh… T’shiew! Ehsch! ‘Ngshht! Heh’axshew! Heh’tschiew! ‘Eschiew! Heh’kshh! E’cksht! ESHIEW! HIH-T’SHEW! EH’TSHUU! HEH’SCHH! HEH’ESCHH!”

“Oh wow! I didn’t mean to do that!” Ezor exclaimed with a giggle. “I must have touched a sensitive spot!” She looked Keith up and down.

“Aaand he’s making a mess again,” Zethrid said. “That stuff is practically never ending. Should we clean him up?”

“No, we’re done here. Leave him like that for now.” Lotor smirked at Keith. “Consider it his punishment for not answering our questions. We can let him clean himself up later.”

He turned to Keith, raising one eyebrow. “Maybe reconsider your refusal to answer my questions, paladin. I’ll be back to ask them again.”

With that, Lotor and his generals left the cell, leaving Keith alone with his itchy, stuffy nose and no company besides his own thoughts.

greaser boy - part VI

High school AU - bad boy!Bucky

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Characters: All the avengers, Peggy Carter, Loki

When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This is very late, I am so sorry. I haven’t had time to just sit down and type this part up but here it finally is! A bit short too and I am also sorry but I promise i will be posting part seven soon. Again I hope you enjoy and I also wrote another sad Bucky imagine if you would like to read it. If you want to be tagged just ask

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V 

Originally posted by 80sau

Originally posted by jlstreck

If your name was known by mostly no one on Friday, then it was widely known by Monday. Your name often slipped the tongues of your peers and you felt yourself exposed. Vulnerable. Bucky had his fingers interlaced with yours and he didn’t seem to mind the widened eyes and not-so-discreet comments.

“Are they dating?”

“He’s only been here a month, maybe a little bit more.”

“What’s her name?”

“I have her in my science class. Her name is Y/N.”

“She’s friends with Natasha and Steve.”

“He’s so attractive.”

Your eyes never left the floor as you walked down the crowded hall. All this attention that was suddenly placed on you made you so nervous. You hated it. It didn’t seem right. You asked yourself how Steve Rogers and the rest of his clique was able to go through this every single day.

The mere thought of it made anxiety bubble up inside.

“C'mon, chin up, doll. I can’t see your beautiful face when you’re looking down,” Bucky smirked.

A small smile formed at the corner of your lips. You’ve known Bucky for more than a month yet he still made you so nervous. “Okay well, I’ll see you after class.” You were about to leave to your classroom when he grabbed a hold of your wrist. Bucky pulled you back.

“Where you thinking of leaving, without giving me a kiss? Don’t be like that, doll.”

His voice was dangerous and it send shivers down your spine. He must’ve noticed this because his eyes held even more mischief. Bucky leaned down a planted a kiss on your lips. You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t begin beating a mile a minute. You were still getting used to it and Bucky didn’t make it easy for you to get used to it. Each kiss was like the first and last.

So needy, passionate and loving. All at the same time.

You threw a smile at Bucky as you entered class. Nike sat at the back of a class, her eyes wide and you knew that she witnessed the kiss. Once you sat down in your seat Nike nearly burst in excitement.

“Spill!” She said. “I want every detail.”

You walked towards your room, night had fallen and all you were worried about was trying to get two episodes in before bed. Bucky hadn’t replied to your text, but you didn’t give it much thought, considering the fact that your mind wasn’t concerned about him at the moment.

Your parents were getting ready to go out to a date night, which means you’d be alone for a few hours. You didn’t mind really, it allowed you to binge watch at ease.

With a bucket of popcorn in your hand and a bottle of lemonade in the other, you pushed your bedroom door open and set your food down on the nightstand. The TV was already set up with the episode paused. You were about to snuggle down on the bed when a soft knock hit your window. Curiosity shot through your body but you didn’t give it a second thought.

Instead, you pressed play on the episode and the intro began to play. After a stressful day of school you practically melted when you draped yourself in the soft duvets and fluffy pillows.

The knock on your window continued, this time louder. You groaned knowing that you had to leave your bed.

“What the fuck is that?” You muttered.

You pushed open the curtains and your eyes widened when you saw Bucky smiling up at you. He wore the same leather jacket from earlier that day, except now he wore a gray shirt and some converse. You opened the window.

“Bucky!” You whisper-yelled. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Took ya long enough. I’ve been standing out here for more than five minutes,” He said, completely ignoring your question. “I’m coming up!” He began climbing the tree that was next to your window.

“Are you crazy!” Not only were you in a big t-shirt with nothing but your undergarments and some lame knee socks on but your hair was in a messy bun. You definitely weren’t expecting to see him.

“Y/N! Sweetheart we’re leaving now,” Your mom called.

You squirmed and closed the curtains before gong to meet your parents who were already by the door. You hoped that Bucky had at least the sense to park a block away. With careful steps, you walked down the stairs.

“Okay,” you smiled, trying to mast the nervousness. “Have fun. Love you.”

“Remember, don’t open the door for anyone,” You mom said.

“Yes and do you still have that pocket knife I bought you?” Your dad asked.

You nodded, “Yes Dad, it’s under my pillow, just like you said.”

He nodded approvingly before he opened the door and allowed your Mother to leave first. With their final goodbyes said you closed the door and raced up to your bedroom. You passed through the threshold just in time to see Bucky stumbling in from the open window. He brushed off his jacket and gave you a cheeky grin.

“Hey, doll,” He greeted.

“Bucky! What if my parents saw you sneaking in,” You crossed your arms over your chest, just to feel a bit more at ease.

“They would never, I’m sneaky,” He winked and approached you. His hands grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his body.

Before he could give you any warning, Bucky crushed his lips against yours. You instantly fell under his spell as your hands made their way up to his neck. You weren’t sure if it was because you were tugging at the collar of his jacket or if it was your fingers that were digging into his back, either way you found yourself straddling Bucky’s lap. His hands gripped your waist firmly as if he was holding back.

Your lips only separated when you found yourself needing air. He smiled at you as he breathed heavily. You were at eye level with him and his usual pool blues now seemed to be turquoise. Bucky allowed you to run your hands through his hair, which was surprisingly soft.

“Y/N,” He said. “We can’t. I don’t want it to seem like that’s all I’m here for.”  Your heart softened at his words. “Cause it’s not. I’m here to spend some time with you, doll.”

“Well,” You crawled off Bucky’s lap and pulled the covers over your body. “You’re here now. Do you want to watch this episode with me?”

The next hour or so you and Bucky cuddled on your bed, eating popcorn. He didn’t ask questions about what was going on which you were grateful for because you didn’t want to explain the past two seasons to him.

“That was interesting,” Bucky said once the episode was over. “And you like it?”

“I love it!” You exclaimed and finished the last of your popcorn.

He smiled at you, “Doll, you seem so innocent.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “Why do you say that?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. You were shy, always so flustered, constantly apologized. And you still do.”

You frowned, “I never really took note of that. I’m just being me.”

“You’re adorable, but I really gotta ask, have you ever done anything that is worth being under the category of ‘rebellious’?” He asked, putting quotations around rebellious.

You shook your head, “I’ve never really had time to, nor someone to convince me to do anything that even considered rebellious.”

He smirked, “Then get dressed, cause we’re sneaking out of here.”

Your eye widened but excitement suddenly pumped through you, “Where are we going?”

“Doll, I’m taking you dancing.”

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Falling on Deaf Ears

Inspired by this post by @reioka (because jesus it resonated hard), but it’s a bit different. Hope you like it!

Summary: It wasn’t like Tony wasn’t used to it. He had years and years of experience in being ignored. Hell, he’d grown up with Howard and Maria Stark as his parents. He couldn’t even begin to count the number of times his six-year-old self had been dismissed from Howard’s presence, even when he’d been bouncing up and down with obvious excitement. And Maria– well, Maria was always so busy. She’d give an absent ‘mm-hm’ every once in a while, but even those were rare compared to the complete apathy he usually got.

So this. He was used to this. And hey, at least he wasn’t getting hit this time around.

(Or five times Tony’s ignored by his teammates, and one time someone finally listens.)

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yoi appreciation day

time to yell about some cool people whom i love

i linked all the Ao3s i know – check them out, they’re all great! (and if i’m missing any let me know!)

@bathands [Ao3] - unsure by now how the hell lukas and i even ran across each other, but i think we ended up talking for several hours the first time we had a conversation?? or soon after? anyway we have roughly 500 things in common, and he has my back no matter what, and he wins all tumblr boyfriend awards, the end. also is a fantastic writer. omg, i would kill to have his skill at figurative language.

@daddybek [Ao3] - kim always knows how to uplift EVERYONE, and also she can tear your heart out with her writing. a dear dear friend almost since the day she popped onto tumblr with her “joke blog” (wasn’t it??) that has taken on a life of its own. all her fault i even like this trope. which is a trope now. thank u kim.

@dotingdamen [Ao3] - eve was my very first YOI fandom friend!! she gave me confidence that i could still write well after five years of not writing and has supported me through some tough times this year. writes beautiful stories that make me all shivery. <3<3

@gutgemacht - aesthetic: Bad Boy Cute. will get u good with her angst fic. has a secret undercut she did not tell me about, SHAME!!

@kanekkis [Ao3] - newer friend but we got real close real quick! is one of the most supportive, loving people i know and also will haul you into new fandoms faster than you can blink. ;) and is real-life otabek like whoaaa.

@kymbawee - a literal goddess, WILL make you blush on purpose, not one mean bone in her body, also Will Not Take Shit, definitely braver than me and maybe everyone else to boot. and her cosplay is fucking ART every single time.

@machinewithoutfeelings [Ao3] - even a fandom mom needs a fandom mom, and she is mine!! when i know i am being an idiot, i go tell her all about it, and she verifies that i should, in fact, stop being an idiot. but she does it lovingly. ;)

@mysanitynotfound - honestly the sweetest ray of goddamn sunshine on this PLANET. the little sister i never had, tbh. <3 i’m honored she calls me her friend and i think she’s gonna do WONDERFUL THINGS.

@otasucc - regularly makes me laugh so hard it hurts, saltier than the dead sea, a total badass, and Will Not Take Shit. also SO BEAUTIFUL, IVE SEEN AN ANGEL,,,

@otayuriism - ash has been talking sense into me since january and i will never stop thanking her for it. also, she reblogs my shitposts and makes me look a lot funnier than i really am. very kind of u, ash.

@seekingsquake [Ao3] - i met jayde bc she wrote a thing i loved and yelled about a bunch, and she is lovely and kind and Mine Wife, and i want to write like her omg. late-night conversation partner, does not judge me about anything ever, and i hope we get to hang out and eat poutine soon!

@the-stoned-ranger [Ao3] - hands-down favorite smut writer AND writer in general. i tiptoed around for MONTHS trying to work up the nerve to talk to her (while leaving extremely excited comments on practically everything she posted bc i have no chill) but finally i said hello and guess what, she’s SUPER NICE AND A GREAT HUMAN, HOLY SHIT. she’s my bro and i love her.

Headcannons for the boys when Netflix started trending

I’m gonna rant real quick idk wtf happened but apparently this didn’t post last night so Here It Is Now

-I think we all know it took some persuasion from Pony to invest in an account but after a while he gave in and got the up to four screens at a time pack

-Was highkey pissed when all the boys started freeloading off of it

-He’s all comfy in bed at like 9:30 getting ready to watch OISNB and he gets the message on his tv telling him that too many people are watching at once
-He checks who’s using HIS account

-He picks up his old ass phone (idk but it’s pink and has the coiled wire the bell phones)


- He’s all causal eating popcorn “Listen, Darry. They just put Moana as an option and then I saw that they have Finding Dory too and I don’t have time to watch them separately so-”


-“PS Baby Dory is a-dor-a-ble. Totally deserved more screen time.”


-“Although…I do like Ellen Degeneres’ performance…I find it quite modern and realistic.”


-“Dar, chill it’s like, what? Twelve dollars a month”

-“eleven ninety-nine.”

- “Wait…why are you watching Orange is the New Black?”

-“you know what…forget it. ENJOY YOUR FREELOADING!” He slams the phone so quick. He doesn’t ask about the last show

-Darry hates Piper, thinks she’s a total bitch

-He watches all the trending shows or the unpopular documentaries there’s no in between

-He’s a HuGe fan of Stranger Things

-Watches Friday Night Lights thinking it’ll remind him of his high school days

-He threatens to cancel the subscription when the boys piss him off

-it’s such a powerful threat that it has never gotten to the point where he actually had to do it, they cut the shit immediately

-legitimately how he gets the boys to get their shit together

-He convinced Darry by telling him that it would cost less than going to the movies all the time and a lot safer

-He’s the one constantly reminding everyone that it’s illegal to use their account because they’re cheating the company

-They all look at other with serious faces then turn back to Pony and laugh their asses off because the law has never stopped them before

-It makes Johnny feel bad but he needs his daily fix of One Tree Hill so he got over it

-The one watching The Great British Baking Show because the American version isn’t there but he finds the accents soothing

-He gets frustrated because he’ll think he knows what they’re making but it’s just a word used America that turns out to be a different thing in the U.K. (Stuff like Biscuits)

-tbh doesn’t know what they’re talking about half the time…that or has never heard of what they’re making in his entire young life

-He has the masked icon as his “who’s watching” profile picture

-He somehow managed to convince Darry to get the four screen plan but it was never so that the other guys could use too it was just because he wanted the higher HD quality they didn’t offer in the other plans

-If he watches something he’s ashamed of, knowing everyone has access to his history, he’ll go delete it

-Its like the My Little Pony marathons never happened

-The one who gave the rest of the gang the username and password

-Worst mistake ever because now Dallas has Darry’s credit card information

-He doesn’t watch a lot of Netflix he mostly only went to movies to make Pony happy he only really enjoyed a few

-His attention span is just too short he can’t sit still to watch a movie for an hour or two

-Despite that, he can binge shows if he wants to

-If he’s sad he’ll watch Clueless and quotes the shit out of it

-Honestly Soda is the type to watch anything from a kids movie to a documentary on GMO foods like he only uses Netflix when he has nothing else to do

-To him it’s just one of those apps you don’t want to delete because you might need it but you never really use it

-His icon is the penguin

-He wishes they had a blue penguin

-but they don’t so he settles for the orange one

-he’s called the company multiple times to complain he’s waiting for them to call back

-Fought Pony the first couple of days


-“Listen, PoNyBoNeR. NOBODY and I mean NOBODY watches movies on Netflix it’s all about binging Baby Daddy, my friend.”


-He ignores that last comment and answers the question, “Yes. And I say movies suck.”

-“DUDE the reviews for Wonder Woman were crazy I wanted to see it.”

-“Yeah, like I want to spend my precious time watching a lil twerp watch a chick flick.”

-Truth is he already went to see it five times

-Actually watches every show out there but mostly comedies

-Rewatches Friends all the time

-He’s never actually watched a movie tho

-He’s like Soda he can’t sit still long enough

-He wouldn’t have a problem buying his own account if he had to but using The Curtis’ is much more fun

-He had the free trial for a month but he canceled his subscription when it was over like he does with every other free trial

-Only uses the account to watch porn in good quality

-That’s literally it I’m serious he doesn’t care for tv shows or movies it doesn’t have any other use to him

-Well he’s waiting for a good investment to come along and then he’s swiping that credit card info so

-He doesn’t use it for show watching purposes but he
does fuck around with profile names and changes the pictures to piss Soda off mostly

-He changes the penguin to the Panda and it is a problem because Soda likes penguins and Pandas just aren’t the same

-He watches the trendy shows and movies sometimes

-He takes Pony’s recommendations to heart because Pony loves this kinda thing so he figures Pony must know what he’s talking about

-He really likes Once Upon A Time

-And Raising Hope

-And literally any show that surrounds a group of friends because he relates to them for obvious reasons

-Okay but Gossip Girl is his shit

-The last profile has his name on it but the rest of boys share it

-Obsessed with Riverdale

-Pony didn’t fight with Johnny about using Netflix because he would tag along to movies before they got an account

-Always pushed Darry to sign up for Hulu instead because they update faster and it’s the same price for no commercials as the 4 screen plan

-Helps Dally mess up the names

-Shamelessly watches whatever he wants

-Toddlers and Tiaras? Sure.

-My Little Pony? Yep.

-Cupcakes Wars? Hell yeah!

-Just no OITNB because that shit gets too crazy for him (RIP Dylan)

-Watches New Girl like it’s his religion

- He watched Family Guy and American Dad in the actual order they came out except for the first few seasons bc the quality/art style sucked

- He’s the type of person who need need needs to have something to snack on while he’s watching a show

-like he’ll plan it out or just save his food until he watches his show

-Laughed at Pony for spending all his time watching movies but now he never leaves his house because he’s binging shows

-They had the same conversation as the one with Two except Steve watched Wonder Woman seven times and once was with Sodapop who made him swear not to tell Pony

-But he’s a bitch so he exposed him when Soda refused to admit that Rainbow Dash is better than Pinky Pie

-Pony flipped

-Then Two came forward and it was a huge mess

This is for @maxisprettygay and @matt-dillon-trash

IM STILL SO MAD LIKE WHY DIDNT IT POST?? But at least it’s going up now

Suburban Gothic
  • You go out to get your mail in the morning. Your neighbor is there. You turn to smile and wave. He does the same with lifeless eyes and a too-wide smile. The package he is carrying is dripping. His driveway is littered with dark red splotches. You remind yourself to invite him to your barbecue next week.
  • You go out to get your mail the next morning. A different neighbor is there. You turn to smile and wave. She hastily turns away and rushes back into her house. Her eyes still have color. That will change soon. You remind yourself to invite her to your barbecue next week.
  • Your friend taps your shoulder in the school hallways to get your attention. You turn to them. They are wearing a Life is Good t-shirt. The person next to them is wearing one too. Everyone in the hallway has one on. You look down. You are wearing one. That is not the shirt you put on this morning.
  • You decide to go to your school in the middle of the night to sit in the empty parking lot. When you arrive, you find it is not empty at all. All the teachers’ cars remain in their same positions. A thick layer of dust covers them. You look up at a lighted window. There is your freshman math teacher pointing to a powerpoint. She is giving a lecture to an empty classroom. Her skin is gaunt and pale, and the gray under her eyes seems to stretch for miles.
  • There is no one on your bus to school anymore. Come to think of it, there is no one in the hallways anymore either. When you walk into your classroom, it is always full.
  • Your friend invites you over to their house. They live in a cul-de-sac. You hear children screaming from outside. Your friend laughs. “Are they having fun or being murdered?” You laugh too. When you look outside the window two minutes later, there are no children. In their stead, there is a rapidly disappearing pool of dark liquid. You can still hear the screaming. You and your friend laugh.
  • It is time to find a job, but all your applications are returned with a “sorry, but the position has been filled.” Every employee in every store looks the same. Every position has been filled.
  • Outside, a dog barks. Your dog begins to bark back. You don’t have a dog.
  • The bike trail is almost entirely devoid of people when you decide to go walking. A mile in, you see a girl lying down on a bench. A mile later, the same girl is lying down. She is there every mile. Her eyes track you as you walk.
  • Everyone talks about leaving this shit hole of a town. Your teachers talk about growing up here. Your friends’ parents talk about their old teachers at your high school. Twenty years have passed. You are still here. You never left. You remember going to college at the same time you remember working at the local grocery store. 
  •  Your family has decided to rent out the basement floor to someone passing through town. You have never seen them. But sometimes at night you hear strange noises coming from downstairs. This is standard enough for renters. 
  •  There is a deer in your backyard. You pull out your phone to take a picture. It turns its head and smiles. From the forest behind it emerge more smiling deer with black vacant eyes. You take a picture. 
  •  You walk to the library with your friend after school one day. You talk about the new releases you are excited for. You are finally getting the best-sellers of 2013. When you turn back to look at her, she is no longer there. You ask the person walking behind you if he has seen where she’s gone. “Who?” he asks with an innocent smile. You frown. That’s the third one this week. 
  • In the summer nights, you can hear the football team practicing. It is two a.m. You live ten miles from the high school. Their grunts and shouts cannot be shut out. 
  •  The trees are loud at night. You hear the person who lives across the street yell at them to shut up. Two days later, there is a “for sale” sign on his lawn. 
  •  There is only one shopping complex in your town. All the teens gather in the local McDonald’s. They never leave. You go inside one day, and it smells like rotting meat. You leave and never go back. 
  •  There is a street called No Way. No one goes down it. One time, you watched a friend try. It swallowed him whole. 
  •  Someone you know tells you they are going to the city. They say this for three weeks until one day they’re just gone. You read their obituary in the paper the next day over breakfast and shed a tear. 
  •  There is a diner that everyone eats breakfast at. The doorbell rings when you enter. All the diners turn their heads and smile at you and greet you by name. You’ve never been to this diner before. 
  •  It is tradition to play a friendly neighborhood game of Manhunt on the Fourth of July. At least five people don’t make it through the night every year. You run. They are gaining on you. 
  •  There is only one graveyard and infinite ways to get there. On days where the sky is gray and stormy, it doesn’t matter which way you go, you will always end up at its wrought iron gates. 
  •  “It’s a beautiful day,” the cashier at the grocery store says to you. It’s always a beautiful day. Outside the pavement cracks and building crumble and people cry for mercy. “It sure is,” you agree. 
  •  The trees at the edge of your property tower over you. They are massive and ancient and far wiser than anyone you know. As you stare up at them, you are filled with a sense of simultaneous longing and dread. 
  •  Everyone you pass in the streets says hello to you. It is an endless stream of hellos. They wave and smile with glassy eyes that scream help, h e l p. You say hello back. It’s the polite thing to do. 
  •  At the high school pep rally, the cheerleaders begin singing a song you have never heard. Around you, all the people sing along. You begin to sing along too. You do not know the words. You do not like the tune. You continue singing. 
  •  You have lived in the same house your whole life. You know every creak and nook and cranny. You moved here from across town only last month. But there in your new bedroom is that scratch in the wall you made when you were eight.
  • Someone new has made their way into your community. You can tell because your limbs are moving of their own volition, hands pulling a container of your signature potato salad from the fridge. Your fridge is full of these containers. They are the only things in there. Like a rusty wind-up doll, your legs jerkily carry you down the street to the new neighbor’s house. Your mouth stretches into an unnatural smile. On the way, you make eye contact with another member of the welcoming party. There is a tear in her eye that cannot fall and she tries to speak through her teeth at you. You turn away. They cannot see you consorting with one of them.
  • The town committee holds a meeting every six months. This is the first one you have been to in years. The man who calls order to the room is the same one who brought you a casserole the first day you moved in. The years that have passed seem to have had no effect on him. The elderly couple next you mention how he’s aged a little since they were children. 

anonymous asked:

Yo I'm working a 48 hour shift and I need stuff to read. Can you rec me some good Erik/Charles stuff that doesn't make Charles not disabled? Thanks! I only trust u for the very best fics for this ship.

thank you for your confidence my friend! i hope the list i’ve curated satisfies you. it’s not a comprehensive list, but it’s everything i’ve read, and i encourage people to reblog with more recs if they’d like!

How to Tie a Knot by pearl_o
A honeymoon, a marriage, a wedding. They’ve reached the better side of for better and for worse, at last.

Something Elemental by firstlightofeos
Of all the things Charles had thought Erik might find arousing, the way he smelled wasn’t one of them. It’s…often inconvenient (and always groovy).

The Xavier-Lehnsherr Academy for the Gifted: 1973 by listerinezero
A year in the life of Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr, co-founders of the world’s first school for mutants, one month at a time.

Third Law of Motion by arcapelago/arcanewinter
Erik returns to the mansion to find that the students don’t exactly trust him, and they’ll do whatever it takes to keep him and Charles apart even if it means more learning. Charles is simply pleased the students are so keen on their studies.

Let Yourself Fall Ill by valancysnaith
Narrative blank spaces/missing scenes post-XMA. Erik comes down from a metal-high, gardens. Jubilee deserved better. Raven drinks too much, spills secrets. PSYLOCKE. Ongoing.

we have reasons, so we say by littledust
Each time is always the last time.

For the Money by anonymous
(genderbent Erik, modern au)

show me your by Geertrui
In which Erik’s attempts at making Charles feel good are thwarted by his vexatious fangs.

so with the peahen by Red
Erik thought it was bad watching Charles take his shirt off for Janos, session after session.Turns out there’s nothing compared to the torment of tattooing your crushes’s upper thigh.

it’s no secret by dedkake
Erik sees Charles at the gym and he can’t get the image out of his head, even after he learns that Charles is The Worst Ever. He might be a little bit in love.

For Better or For Worse (The Private Vows Remix) by pocky_slash
Charles takes a break from the unreasonable heat of the garden filled with wedding guests in order to cool off in the bathroom. Of all the things he expected to find inside, he can’t say a panicking groom was necessarily on the list, but he can roll with the punches.

Wednesday by Red
Getting confined to a nursing facility for a six-week course of iv antibiotics would have been dreadfully dull, had Charles not found a way to “occupy his time.” In which Erik Lehnsherr, retired nazi hunter, becomes the latest victim of Charles Xavier’s charms.

Teen Movie Magic by littledust
Before the accident, Charles would have asked Erik out within the first three days of school. Now Raven is pressuring Charles to at least ask him to prom.

The Internet Is For… (Elevator Remix, 12″ Version) by helens78
Erik’s got a particular gifset in his bookmarks, but when he and Charles Xavier get a little closer, the guy in the gifset takes a backseat to the guy downstairs. A modern, no-powers, college AU based on The Internet Is For… by firstlightofeos.

From Westminster With Love by thehoyden
NATO intelligence says there’s an omega-class telepath who sleeps under Westminster. Major Erik Lehnsherr is about to find out the truth for himself.

A Cup of Sugar by littledust
1963 in the Xavier mansion’s kitchen.

A Stitch So Fine by significantowl
Charles approves of Erik’s choices in knitwear.

A Winter’s Journey by Red
Erik doesn’t know why he expected the vacation house to be empty. Of course Charles’s remaining students would see the strategic benefit of an off-the-grid property he and Charles had managed to keep secret for decades. But of all those he finds staying there, there’s one person in particular Erik never expected to see again.

beautiful pain. by porcelainsimplicity
a painful reminder of why. (post-dofp)

Nothing Like Stodgy by Red
It’s 1978 and it’s about time Charles gave in and admitted it: he’s going bald. Erik’s more than pleased to help him get rid of the combover.

Pace Is The Trick (You Could Have Better Timing Remix) by Red
After a half-century of nothing, one would hope Erik could manage the grace to rekindle their relationship someplace a touch more romantic than “trapped in a closet, hunted by Sentinels.”

If We Die Tomorrow by Anonymous
another old!cherik dofp fic

Setting the Date by Unforgotten
There are plenty of things from their alternate future Charles and Erik would never want…but there’s at least one thing they can look forward to.

Thursday Mornings and Lie Down in the Light by Red are fantastic too, but contain some sort of niche kinks so check the tags

embarrassingly rec’ing my own fics sdkfj but In My Mind (I Can Do Anything With You) and also my Sensual Train Lovemaking series contain none plot left disabled!Charles. also train porn. enjoy?

– and here’s some fics where Charles is injured or disabled, but not fully paraplegic: 

Devil’s Own Luck by pearl_o
Charles never knows when Erik’s travels will bring him round to the school again, but Erik always finds his way back eventually - though not always in one piece. (period au)

No Sting by pearl_o
Erik’s latest assignment has him undercover as a married couple with Agent Xavier. Luckily, Erik’s a professional.

Subject E by Ook
In which Subject E, unwilling medical experiment, runs away from the lab which has him captive, and is taken in by Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Also known as the one wherein the author, no, I mean Shaw, did Terrible Things to Erik, and Charles helps him recover, for a change.

But I Would Walk Five Hundred Miles, And I Would Walk Five Hundred More by luninosity
the summary is v long (as is the fic lol) basically artist!Erik hires an escort for an opening and doesn’t realize Charles is the escort, spends the evening flirting with him and is lowkey pissed when they go back to the hotel and he realizes Charles is there cause he gettin paid. everything works out thanks to LOADS OF PORN. mind the warnings tho