ive been wanting to make a mix for ages so here i tried

mermaidsforpansexuality  asked:

ive tried to watch and read some superhero comics and shows but i could never read more than a few comics or watch more than a few epeisodes. do u have any suggestions for really good ones?

Hmmm, I think so! It might be tricky, only because I don’t really know your preferences but, I can share some stuff that I’ve really enjoyed? With the disclaimer of course that YMMV. 

I think the best way to attack this is to narrow the ‘results’ as it were. I don’t know about you, but I find that the most…daunting? thing about superhero comics is the sheer MASS of continuity standing between you and the current issue, so. I’m gonna recommend some stuff that is fairly self-contained, and is easy to find either on comixology, @ the book store, or the local library. (Provided they have a good selection of comics/graphic novels.) 

RIGHT THEN, LET’S DO THIS:

- Matt Fraction/David Aja’s Hawkeye. At 22 issues, it’s pretty easy to get through, and it doesn’t require a ton of background knowledge of the Marvel Universe. Just follows Clint. Doing what he does when he’s not hanging with the Avengers.
- Darwyn Cooke’s The New Frontier. Okay, so you want to experience the DC Universe without actually having to read five billion books SO, GRAB THIS ONE. It’s like…the best stuff about DC crammed into one gorgeous trade.
- Scott Beatty/Chuck Dixon/Marcos Martin/Alvaro Lopez’s Batgirl: Year One. (If I ever make a list of recs that doesn’t contain Batgirl: Year One, please just assume I’ve been swapped out with a pod person and proceed accordingly.) Self contained origin story of one Barbara Gordon, Batgirl. 
- Keith Giffen/Bilquis Evely’s Sugar & Spike: Metahuman Investigations. Two private investigators deal with embarrassing stuff from superheroes’ Silver Age pasts. And if that pitch doesn’t sell you, believe me, Evely’s art will.  
- Ryan North/Erica Henderson’s The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Beats Up the Marvel Universe. This was marketed as a kind of–I want to stay ‘stand alone’ even though that’s not quite right–graphic novel featuring Squirrel Girl and her pals, and it is 1.) Lots of fun 2.) packed with all the zaniness of the Marvel Universe w/o the meddlesome event comics and crossovers 3.) a convenient easy-to-read single volume. 
- And, okay, okay. This…this one might be a little out there, and you might not like it, but I gotta throw it in the mix here because I was so pleasantly surprised when I read it. Tom King/Gabriel H. Walta’s Vision. It’s only 12 (?) issues and collected in trades and it…is so weird but very, very good.
- Also Adventures of Supergirl. The creative team is crazy huge but I think you should be able to track it down on title alone.

So, those are some pretty solid superhero comics that I can think of off the top of my head (read: currently sitting on my bookshelf in my direct line of sight) and they’re short(ish), complete, and fairly easy to track down.

 If you want ongoing title recs, here’s a bunch of stuff I read last year and really enjoyed. (Spider-Woman is not pictured but she absolutely should be because her book is GREAT.)

As for Superhero shows…mmm. Try the first season of Agent Carter (don’t bother w/ the second) and The Middleman. Those are both ‘superhero’ shows that…aren’t really ‘superhero’ shows. So you might find them more to your liking? (Agent Carter is spy-fi set in the MCU, and Middleman is…also kinda spy-fi? and pokes fun at the genre.) 

Hopefully this helps! :D

The Discovery

Bones, Jim

Summary: Bones finds out about Tarsus, but not because Jim tells him.

A/N: Based on this prompt. Thank you @heartsywritesthethings for sending it, and I hope you all enjoy this little angst fest.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, (vague) mentions of past alcohol abuse, starvation

Words: 2 062

To his credit Bones had been suspicious ever since their early Academy days, but the fact that he himself had been a mess who was still longing for a bottle, and that Jim, who was usually so easy to read, had wanted to keep his past to himself had stopped him from interfering, and therefore he’d spent the first couple of years on the Enterprise knowing absolutely nothing about his best friend’s medical record. He reckoned everything came out to the light eventually, whether you wanted it to or not.

Bones had very much wanted it to.

It had started so quietly and had transformed into panic. An unknown, apparently deserted planet that needed exploring, a curious crew and a careless Captain had resulted in Jim going against Bones’ wishes and picking up some samples of the plant life himself before Bones could properly examine everything to make sure the idiot wasn’t allergic to anything. And of course he was allergic to the first goddamn flower he’d picked up.

Bones was going to kill him after he’d saved his stupid life.

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Science teacher

This is my first story so it might be a little bad but i hope you enjoy it!
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I was fourteen-years old and in the ninth grade. Mr. Jovelo had been my science teacher when I was in the sixth, seventh and eighth grade.

Mr. Jovelo was in his thirties and very tall, 6'4. He was always well-groomed, clean cut, attractive and well built. He had very dark black hair, that was always neatly trimmed, brown eyes, full lips and an always ready smile. And a bubble but that made all the girls swoon, it was a lot more difficult for a horny, gay teen-age boy.

Mr. Jovelo had us do an group assigment with three other people. Usually i went with my friends and started the questions on the board. “Ok class, you have to answer in complete sentences” he said, finishing writing up the last question.

Now Mr. Jovelo is usually never careful were he sits, he’s sat on more kids in his life than chairs. Mr. Jovelo always says its an “accident” but i feel like he does it on purpose. I’ve never been sat by him before, but with a butt like that i wouldnt mind.

My shoulder partner called over Mr. Jovelo and came over to my side. My partners,including myself, didnt notice him coming and he just sat on me. I froze, i didnt know what to do but to enjoy it.

Im usually quiet in the group so my partners didnt notice i was under him, but he did. Mr jovelo started wiggling around and bouncing up and down a little. I instantly got hard and almost came on the spot. Finally Mr. Jovelo realized and got up.“Sorry i didnt see you there..” he said with a smirk, “but must i say you’re pretty comfortable to sit on” and winked.

“Uh, a-anyways we need help with question four…” i said. He helped us find the answer and left. Throughout the whole assignment i couldnt stop thinking what he said, you’re very comfortable to sit on. While i was replaying the moment in my head i forgot we were going over the questions

“Jake…JAKE” Mr. Jovelo almost shouted. I was frozen, embarresed by my daydreaming i could speak. “Fine if you won’t answer,I’ll see you after class”

***
“So jake why didn’t you answer the question today?” Mr. Jovelo said. “I-i was distracted” i answered. He got up from his seat and approached me, “ Was it because i sat on you?” he said with a smile that makes everyone melt inside. I didnt answer unsure of what to say.

“I felt your little friend was a little excited wasnt he? I bet you would like me to sit on you again wouldn’t you?” Mr. Jovelo said patting his bubble butt.

“I guess i would” i said without thinking. He laughed and sat back down in his chair “Take a seat i want to give you something”. I sat in the chair infront of him. Mr. Jovelo pulled out a plastic cup and poured in a liquid i couldnt identify.

Taking this as a sign i drank it, it was sweet with a bitter after taste. “What was that?” i asked. A smirk quickly appeared on his face. “Oh you’ll find out eventually”. What did he mean by that? Suddenly my vision clouded, the last thing i saw was Mr. Jovelo mouth, can’t wait till we get home.

***

I woke up in a strange room. I looked around but it was too dark to see. Where am i? I tried to get up but i couldn’t. My body couldn’t move and the air was kind of stuffy. Suddenly the weight on me lifts off and a wave of fresh air hits me. “Good morning sleepy head” a familiar voice said, “ Do you enjoy the view” he said showing off his giant bubble butt. Ive never seen a butt so huge, his underwear seemed to be at the point of breaking wanting to release those two huge mounds of meat

Once my vision cleared i saw Mr. Jovelo standing over me, he was a giant from my point of view. “Whats going on Mr. Jovelo?” i asked confused.

“Remeber that drink i gave you? It shrunk you down to 4 tiny little inches, now you’re a little ant compared to me.” A rush of emotions ran over me, a little more turn on than scared and confused.

“What about my family and my friends? They’ll worried sick about me, i have to go back to my normal size please” i said. Laughing he said “ Oh don’t worry about that i told your family you were sent off to a program in London for a couple of years, to will improve your science skills and they ate that up like hungry wolfs” he said confident in his plan.

I stood there unable to speak. I couldn’t think or even function with all this information. “But why me? Why not anyone else?”

He got face to face with me “Oh thats easy, ive known you liked my ass for years,and youre the smartest in the class so it made sense to pick you for my made up story” he said. But there was still something bugging me more than anything

“What am i even doing here in your house anyways Mr. Jovelo?”. He released a big burp that almost knocked me down. “ Ive been working on that drink for years, mixing differnet chemicals to shrink a human completely and once it was done i had to test it out on someone” he laughed and continued “ I always needed an ass slave to worship every inch of my ass and you seemed to fit what i looked in for a slave”.

My heart almost left my body. I was taken away from my family,friends and my whole life to become an ass slave.

“Mr. Jovelo this is crazy!! You have to-” i was interrupted by another burp that succsefully knocked me down this time.

“Oh Jake do you think i care? Now if you dont mind its time for me to watch tv shows” he said standing up.

His ass blocked the light and all i could see was his ass eating at his underwear and a sweat line going down his beautiful crack. I stood there in fear and lust seeing his ass approach closer and closer.

“Oh and jake?” he said stopping “ Dont call me Mr. Jovelo anymore… Call me master from now on, and you’ll be addressed as slave"  and with that final sentence his bubble butt engulfed my tiny body

***

I’ve lost track of the time under his sweaty ass. I didnt have any trouble breathing but man it reaked really bad in there. Soon after i realized my tiny face was on his asshole.

Great. This is what i have to do untill i die, living servicing my science teacher.

In the middle of my thought he let out a wet fart. “I hope you dont mind, I’ve had at least 60 deviled eggs for dinner today and they make me very gassy” he said as he farted once more, longer than the last one

The smell was unbearable i couldnt stand it. I almost threw up each time i inhaled. “Slave i want you to purify my farts, i don’t want to smell a thing when i fart, slave and if i do you’ll experience the worst punishment of smells in your life” he said farting again.

Afraid and not wanting to face this punishment i inhaled his fart, gagging each time. “Thats how its done slave very well”

***

Hours went by and countless farts were released. “Ahh i think i might hit the hay slave”

He got up and fished me out from in between his ass and set me by the counter. Dazzed i didnt move much. “I just wanted to see you one more time before bed slave” he said charmingly

“Hope you enjoyed our little session today, because its about to get a lot better” he said

He grabbed me and started moving me towards his ass. “Mr. Jovelo please dont!”
He stopped suddenly and brought me close to his face. “I told you to call me master, slave.” he said, “ since i feel nice today and this is your first day you’ll face something somewhat similar”

He set me down and pulled of his boxer briefs. I was mesmerized by the sight, his ass cheeks were bouncing with freedom and his cock and balls were huge. He left the room and came back with a thong

“What is that?!” I asked. He picked me up and placed me in the little pocket designed for a shruken person. “Oh its something to help you remember to call me master”

He put on the thong, he spread apart his ass cheeks so i would meet his asshole faster Once he finally got my face on his asshole he let go of his mounds closing me in a fart oven.


“Do you like it? I designed it myself. Now everytime i fart you can smell purify the fart! Aren’t you glad to have such a generous master?” he said farting

“This is inhumane-” i was cut off by a wet fart. “I don’t want anyone smelling any farts tomorrow slave, we’ll be going to school where you’ll sniff my farts all day without anyone knowing but me” Mr. Jovelo i mean… My master said

“Well nap time slave!” he said and layed down.
***
I couldn’t sleep through night with my master farting every 5 minutes, like a ticking bomb.
Tomorrow wouldnt be any better

anonymous asked:

Imangine something bad or sad happening to Ross and he can't handle it and runs out of the room. Barry goes after him, and after a long search, he finds the angel huddled in a corner. He kneels down and guides Ross's face to look at him, jumping a little to see its in its one eye mode. Barry asks what he's doing, and Ross is hesitant, but finally says "I-I c-can't cry when I o-only have one eye..." Barry pulls him in to a large bear hug, and after a while, feels tears on his shirt...

OKAY I sooooo want this to be a reaction to the whole ‘im gonna outlive everyone of you’ type of scenario that moss and I made up ahh WARNING THIS IS A LONG FUCKIN POST OKAY I GOT CARRIED AWAY ITS LIKE A GODDAMN SHORT STORY AT THIS POINT AAAAAAAAAA

Like, he goes to find him and when he does hes curled up on the couch in the grump room, his wings almost completely engulfing him. The room is dark save for the tv giving off a faint bluish glow, probably from Arin or Danny leaving the game on for too long. He goes around and sits down across from Ross, waiting for him to open up about whatevers been bothering him if he decides to start talking. Its a long, heavy silence before Ross starts to speak up; he peeks out from behind his crossed arms, curling his feathers back a little so he sounds a bit more clearer.

He tries to explain these complicated feelings and circumstances; how hes been alive for soooo long and hes seen so many humans living their lives, how everyone hes met has died but its always been a sort of calming farewell and he just moves on with life. In comparison to his lifetime, they take up what feels like only minutes of his life and usually the people who die are replaced relatively easily. Barry scoffs and Ross automatically tries to take that back: “Its not that they werent important to me! its just, getting caught up with the realization that theyre gone is too much effort, its easier to just make more happy memories instead of dwelling on stuff like that…”

Barry kinda just stares at the TV for awhile before talking. “Then why are you so beat up over this?” Ross looks at him weirdly and Barry feels like he has to elaborate. “Like, this has happened to you tons of times right, friends dying I mean, and everytime it happens you give yourself a healthy amount of time to mourn and move on with you life.” He turns to look at Ross and hes got this broken look on his face like hes about to start crying at any given moment and Barry almost feels guilty for talking, but hes not finished yet: hes genuinely confused and he wants an answer. “I dont understand… if this is routine for you, why are you breaking down now? Im not trying to sound spiteful im just curious; what makes this generation of friends so much more different than the others? You can easily make new ones right after us, we arent that special” and Barry laughs bc its true and hes just trying to lighten up the tension a little. But without warning Ross whips his wings behind him and shouts:

No! Thats the problem you guys ARE special to me!! You guys mean EVERYTHING TO ME and Ive never felt so helpless before. I care about all of you so much and its frightening how much ive grown attached..i-ive always had dreams about burying my friends decades before they actually die but its always been reassuring like im gonna remember these people and im gonna be the one to make sure they rest easy but now ive been having those dreams with you guys! And everytime i have them, im crying in hysterics and i feel so fucking hopeless and uneasy in these…nightmares and I dont know what to do..” Ross’ face is flushed and Barry can tell hes desperately trying to hold back tears:

“I-I dont know what im gonna do with myself when you guys pass… you guys are so important to me i-ive never had this issue before and I t-talked to brian about this and hes having the same problem!! I DONT UNDERSTAND i dont know what to do and I have no one to talk to for advice and the more I think about it the more stressed I become a-and I know im just rambling at this point but Im so scared and I have these feelings and im just so unclear about what they are: oh god if I lose you guys, if I lose YOU i-im…im really scared Barry…” and before he starts crying he puts his face in his hands and starts breathing heavily, wings shaking feverishly. Barry wants so bad to just give him a solid answer, to tell him that he’ll be fine and he’ll get over them eventually dont worry! But Ross is in the middle of a breakdown and hes got all these feelings bubbling to the surface now and all he can do just kinda sit there awkwardly..

Holy shit, Ross dont cry ahh oh no…fuck…“ He gently tries to pry open his hands only to be taken aback by Ross staring at him with his one eyed form. “What the fuck! You cant just throw that at me, shit! W-why are you like that??” When Ross talks, its a weird type of mix between his own voice and autotune: its sounds like.. hes thinking of Ross talking to him instead of actually hearing him and it throws Barry for a loop: “When im like this…  I cant cry… that way I wont worry you too much…” and Barry just stares bc the dude is in the middle of a crisis and the first thing he does is try his best to make him a bit more comfortable and at this point hes like, i fucked up somehow and ive got to make this right… making sure this is the right thing to do, he transforms into his bear form, something that Ross rarely gets to witness and slowly opens his arms into an inviting hug: “Im gonna do that thing Arin does whenever were upset… is it okay for me to do that for you?” and when Ross meekly nods his head, Barry carefully scoops him up in a hug, gently petting his head.

He kinda feels like this isnt working as well as it should until he can feel a sort of dampness on his shirt and when he realizes its Ross crying, he clings a little harder and starts rocking him a little trying to encourage him to let it out “Keeping it all in never works okay? At least thats what Arin always says…You gotta try to tell us when shit like this is eating you alive and keeping you up at night…” He pulls back a little so that he can look Ross in the eye. Hes staring up at him wide eyes, his face red with exhaustion and cheeks damp with tears. “Ross, you have to promise me that you come talk to me if you feel like this again okay? Nobody wins if you keep it all inside okay… you gotta promise me” Ross is still staring doe-eyed at him before slowly nodding his head… Barry smiles and slowly gets up, leaving Ross on the couch. “Stay here, ill be back. I just need to get you some water and blankets: well just camp out on the couch for tonight how does that sound?” Ross looks up at him and nods, not trusting himself enough to speak and Barry, satisfied with the answer goes down the hall.

I…HAVE NO EXCUSE… I RAMBLED ON FOR FAR TOO LONG this was in my head for soooooo long and once I saw the ask, I had to take the opportunity to write a goddamn novel haha I WANTED TO ALSO CLARIFY that Ross talks telepathically when he does that weird one eye thing… ive been meaning to say something about that for ages so i just decided to add that in… IM SORRY FOR THE LONG POST AAAA

GOT7 Mark-No One But You

- woah guys..sorry i took like a whole day to write this. I wrote half of it last night but I fell asleep and then I had school and homework so I just finished it now. But i hope you guys ilke it. This is the first got7 scenario Ive written -jasmine

“ I think we should make popcorn!”

“ It’s too dark in here..”

“ Wait..which movie is this?”

“ I think we should turn the volume up!”

“ I think you all need to shut your mouths so I can hear!” you became frustrated when you couldn’t hear the movie over everyone’s complaints.

“ You shut up!” Youngjae countered.

You stuck your tongue out at him and he mimicked you before turning to face the tv again. You sat in the middle of the long couch in GOT7’s dorms in between Mark (your best friend) and Jackson. You shifted into a comfortable position and prepared to take a nap since you’ve already seen the movie before.

“ Wait a second… this isn’t a horror movie right?” Bam Bam asked suddenly feeling a little scared.

“ Try not to scream when the zombie’s heart gets ripped out of his chest,” you mumbled with a evil, smug smile on your face before lazily resting your head on Jackson’s shoulders and closing your eyes for a short rest.

“ Ughh noona you ruined it! Now it won’t be as scary,” Yugyeom whined but was silenced when you put your finger up to your lip to shush him.

You and got7 had been friends for a while now (almost 2 years). You had met the members through Mark who you had been best friends with since childhood. You were the second youngest out of all of them and was only 4 months older than Yugyeom so they always had a protective vibe when they were around you and especially Mark.

As the movie played on you had already fallen asleep but your head had fallen into Jackson’s lap with your feet in Mark’s lap. Mark watched as Jackson gently stroked your hair. He noticed the small smile that fell onto Jackson’s lips when he stared at your soft features. That was when Mark felt a pang in his heart. He longed to be the one caressing your sleeping body and running his fingers through your silky hair. Mark shook the thought from his mind. Stop it Mark, you’re not jealous. You’re not allowed to feel this way about her.

~

The movie ended fairly quickly and you could tell that half the members probably wouldn’t be able to fall asleep that night so you decided to make some midnight snacks for everyone.

“ Okay who wants to help me make some snacks?” You stood up from your previous seat.

“ I will!” Jackson sprang from his seat and followed you to the kitchen.

You decided to make cupcakes from scratch. It was going to be a challenge but just thinking about the frosting melting in your mouth was enough for you to try your best. You were mixing the flour when you felt someone harshly poking your sides making you fall to ground and dropping the bowl of cupcake concoction. You furiously looked up at Jackson.

“ Jackson Wang how dare you tickle me when I’m trying to cook?!” You gave him a death glare before pouncing onto him and poking his sides and neck and stomach.

Jackson struggled to get away from you as you pinned him to the ground. The kitchen was flooded with the sounds of endless laughter coming from you and Jackson. Mark walked into the kitchen and was surprised when he saw the mess that you guys made on the floor and counter. Without saying a word he walked out of the kitchen, but then again…Mark never said much anyways.

The closer you and Jackson got, the more upset Mark got. Mark had undeniable feelings for you even when you were young. Mark knew that there was a 4 year age difference between the two of you but it didn’t stop him from having strong feelings for you.  You got off from Jackson and went to go follow Mark. You demanded Jackson to clean the mess he had made before you walked into the living room and noticed it was empty except for Mark. Everyone was probably upstairs playing video games.

“ Hii,” you smiled as you plopped yourself next to him.

“ Hey,” Mark said with no emotion.

“ Why are you sitting alone silly,” you asked curiously before poking Mark’s soft cheek playfully trying to get him to crack a smile.

Mark gave you no answer and only shrugged coldly. You pouted at his actions.

“ Do you want to help me and Jackson make the cupcakes,” you asked trying to get Mark to spend more time with you.

“ I’m good,” Mark said before quickly getting off the couch and walked out the door leaving you sitting by yourself. Of course you followed him. You knew he was upset and it made you sad when he wasn’t happy. It felt like Mark was giving you the cold shoulder. You quickly went out the door and followed him out onto the street. When Mark saw you following him he picked up his pace. You sprinted and finally caught up to him. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to face you. Looking up at him with pleading eyes he looked back down at you with a cold, careless expression.

“ Let go!” Mark finally snapped. He couldn’t stand being around you because he knew that you would never love him back.

“ Mark, why are you ignoring me?” You felt tears building in your eyes as you tried to hold them back.

“ Let me be alone,” Mark took his hand out of yours and turned around. You knew he was going to walk away but you refused to let him leave until you found out why he was acting that way. You gripped onto his arm refusing to let him walk away.

“ I don’t know what I did wrong, but please don’t leave me. Please don’t hate me, Mark. Why are you being like thi-” But before you could finish your sentence Mark pulled you into an embrace and hugged you tightly.

You could barely hear it when he whispered: “ Because I love you.”

“ What?” you pulled away from the hug.

“ I can’t stand seeing you being so close with Jackson. I know we’re best friends but I can’t stop loving you. I know you probably have feelings for Jackson…” Mark trailed off.

Placing your hands on his cheeks your went onto your tippy-toes and leaned in pressing your lips gently on his. Mark flinched in surprise but slowly snaked his arms around your waist pulling your body closer to his. When you pulled away there was a smile as bright as the sun on Mark’s face. Linking your fingers though his, you smiled and said, “I don’t want anyone but you.”

You Make Me More Than I Ever Was II Jaspar fanfiction

- Masterlist of all my stories -

Summary: Sometimes Caspar tells Joe that he is beautiful; and he tells him that he loves him and sometimes, they kiss, but Joe knows that there is nothing weird about it because they are best friends and best friends can do that, but the day must come when they cross the line.

Part I: You Needn’t Say Anything

Part II: And The Thought Of Spending All My Life With You Does Not Scare Me At All

Part III: The Only Thing That I Know Will Last Forever

Part IV: This Is Not Us, This Is Not What We Are

Part V: You Are Everything To Me

Part VI: My Fault As Much As Yours

Part VII: You Are Not Friends, Nor Have You Ever Been

Part VIII: I Would Do Anything You Asked Of Me

Part IX: You Make Me Lose All Of My Sanity

Part X: You Lied To Me More Often Than I Can Count

Part XI: Like We Are Breaking Apart

Part XII: For You, Nothing Could Be Too Much

A/N: Another surprise chapter WHAT. For @jasparsguardianangel

Again, feels may occur.

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