just remembered and having an attack of feelings

anonymous asked:

Hello!! I was wondering if you guys have any fics where Liam or zayn finds the other badly injured or getting attacked/jumped by someone etc.? Or something similar along those line? Thank you lots :)

Found a Demon (In My Safest Haven)

Just Let Me Know

Unravel me

it keeps my veins hot (the fire’s found a home in me)

Lost for words

There’s a bookmark where I met you

You remember burning cigarettes in my skin

make you feel my love

happy accidents

I need you

live through this and you won’t look back

Long & Lost

for my family, for my friends

you’re all i see (i find myself in you)

this life, pale and grey

Clouds in a Bug Net

A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 

 FEMALE HEART ATTACKS 

 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!
2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.
3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life!

I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with "my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

Dear Eva, do you remember that time Vilde thought it would have been a good idea to call you a slut for “stealing” Jonas from Ingrid? SANA WAS ONE OF THE FIRST TO STAND UP FOR YOU WITHOUT JUDGING WHAT YOU DID! And do you remember when Iben punched you in the face because you kissed her boyfriend? SANA WAS THE FIRST ONE TO DEFEND YOU AND ATTACK BACK REGARDLESS THE FACT YOU WERE ACTUALLY WRONG IN THAT DRAMA!

Dear Noora, do you remember when you felt like shit for liking William and you thought he was a mean person but then Sana made you feel better and opened up your eyes and encouraged you to talk to Vilde because she would have understand and talk to William about his actions? DO YOU REMEMBER HOW THE ADVICE SHE GAVE YOU WITHOUT JUDGING YOU ACTUALLY HELPED YOU? And do you remeber when everyone was just curious to know the latest news about you and William instead Sana was the only one who cared about your feelings and was like “you know what? If he makes you suffer fuck William, I’m here for you and we’re going out to have fun” …did you forget about it?

Dear Vilde, do you remember when you had a massive crush for a guy who treated you like shit and Sana was the only one talking some sense to you and keeping your feet on the ground because she didn’t want you to get hurt? And do you remember when Sara and her friends called you a slut for making out with you crush and in the middle of a party Sana threw water at them to defend you? Or what about that time you drank so much you blacked out and Sana carried you all the way to Eva’s home, let you threw up all over her and then let you fall asleep in her arms? Have you forgotten how since day 1 she took care of you like nobody else did without judging you not a single time?

OR WHAT ABOUT THAT TIME YOU HAD NO IDEA HOW TO MAKE YOUR BUSS POPULAR AND SANA CAME UP WITH THE IDEA TO CONTACT PENETRATOR CHRIS ON INSTAGRAM AND IT HAS LED YOU TO THE COOLEST PARTIES? WHAT ABOUT THAT TIME YOU HAD AND INSANE AMOUNT OF TOILET PAPER AND SANA GOT RID OF IT IN ORDER TO FOUND A NEW SPONSOR? WHAT ABOUT THAT TIME YOU REALLY WANTED THE COOL EXPENSIVE BUSS AND SANE BASICALLY GAVE IT TO YOU? WHAT ABOUT ALL THE TIME SANA NEVER JUDGED YOU FOR YOUR PAST STORIES, FOR YOUR MISTAKES OR FOR YOUR FEELINGS AND SHE ALWAYS STOOD UP FOR YOU, HAD YOU BACK AND MADE UP FOR ALL THE MESS YOU CREATED?

I’M GLAD THAT AT LEAST CHRIS IS NOT JUDGING SANA FOR WHAT SHE DID AND SHE DOESN’T EVEN CARE ABOUT WHY SHE DID IT, SHE’S NOT LEAVING HER ALONE AND IT DOESN’T CHANGE ANYTHING, SANA IS STILL HER AMAZING BEST FRIEND!

That Student Of Mandarin Language Feel 

  • you understand all those words separately but not in that sentence
  • people asking you to “just say something in chinese, anything is fine!” 
  • people asking you what’s their name in mandarin and you have to explain that you have no idea and then they get angry
  • having to remember all 7642 meanings of 点
  • you can read whole texts but get panic attacks when someone asks you to write 
  • accidentally offending someone cuz u mispronounced the tone 
  • accidentally saying 不有 instead of 没有 and your teacher looking at you like you just cursed their entire family three 
  • having to explain that cantonese is a different language and that you do not, in fact, speak it
  • seeing a character with double/triple pronunciation and feeling like stabbing yourself 
  • people asking you to translate other people’s badly done hanzi tattoos 
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“Of course, every soldier is prepared to die. But these people aren’t just pawns on a chessboard. They all have names, families and feelings in their hearts too. They are all humans who live and bleed. You have the responsibility to ensure their death will not be in vain. No matter what may come, remember this in your naive heart, and be ready to die to fulfill that duty.”

- Shingeki no Kyojin

Mikasa is only human.

I saw a post earlier about how Mikasa didn’t hesitate when she attacked Bert and Reiner. (Was also about how Bert didn’t want to do it and was forced into shifting and other things.) I just wanna show you this; 

She remembers their reaction before she cut them. This shows a side of Mikasa we don’t usually see. she has some regrets about what she did and she obviously feels bad. (To an extent as you have to remember the pain caused by Reiner and Bert)

She may of not hesitated when it came to attacking but she 100% hesitated when she went in for the kill.

Mikasa may not show many emotions (probably and Ackerman thing, they are warriors after all) but she is still human.

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I’m a Flirt (smut) // Zach Dempsey x Reader

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

A/N I feel so dirty omg I’m definitely going to the underworld. BTW THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER SMUT SO NO HATORADE PLS

Warning: Smutty smut smut


You were in the library with Tony studying. Well, you were supposed to be studying, but really your mind wandered to the boy across the room: Zach Dempsey. You bit on your pen, gazing at the way the skin between his eyebrows wrinkled every time he didn’t understand the text in front of him. How his muscles flexed, stretching the material of his varsity jacket, when he put his head in his hands in frustration.

“Earth to (Y/N).” Tony snapped you out of your daydream. “I see your eyes are glued to Dempsey again. You know you have a boyfriend right?”

You rolled your eyes. Your boyfriend of two months casually cheated on you with one of the cheerleaders. When you found out, you weren’t surprised. You didn’t even know why you went out with the jerk in the first place.

“Tony, he cheated on me.”

“But you guys are still together, aren’t you?” Tony questioned.

You still had eyes glued on Zach. He noticed your gaze and winked at you. “Not by tomorrow.”

Tony took your hand to remove the pen out of your mouth. Both of you stared down at the majorly bent top and teeth marks.

“I can tell Zach has a huge effect on you,” Tony laughed.

You blushed furiously. “That’s crazy, Tony. You know I have a boyfriend, right?”

“Not by tomorrow,” he mocked. “I gotta get going. See ya (Y/N)!”

Tony packed up his things and left you alone at your table. You decided to put on your earphones to put your focus on your homework. The first song that popped up was “I’m A Flirt” by R. Kelly. Right then and there, Zach slid the seat that was previously Tony’s and sat across from you.

You took off one of your earbuds. “Can I help you?”

“More like can I help you? I saw you looking at me,” he smirked. 

You bit your lip nervously. He leaned over closer to you.

“Don’t do that. You don’t know how much it turns me on,” he whispered.

It’s like he knew the effect he had on you. “Sorry, habit.”

You got up from the chair with your backpack and went into the bookshelves to return a math textbook. Zach followed you like a puppy. After reaching the back of the building, you tippy toed to slide the book in the slot. Someone suddenly pulled your waist and turned you around, causing you to gasp. Zach pressed his body against yours.

“You know those leggings make your ass look amazing. What are you trying to do to me, baby?”

You would be lying if you said you didn’t know Zach had a huge crush on you since last year. You’ve recently discovered you felt the same, but never built the courage to break up with your boyfriend.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dempsey,” you spoke innocently with your arms around his neck.

He peppered kisses on your neck and jaw, causing you to whimper. You pushed him off you gently. “I have a boyfriend, Zach.”

“Fuck him,” he retorted.

You started walking towards the exit. “As nice as that sounds, I’d rather fuck you.”

You proudly left the jock with his mouth agape, hot and bothered.


“It’s over? Just like that?” Your now ex-boyfriend questioned. 

You rolled your eyes. “Stop acting like you care.”

“But I do!” he leaned towards you but you stepped away.

“If you cared, you would’ve never cheated on me.” 

You left him in the halls and headed towards the gym where you had dance practice for the upcoming basketball game. You set your bag down and greeted the other members. As the captain, it was your job to create routines that showed off the team’s skills and distract the opposing basketball players as well. As you were stretching, you spotted Zach shooting 3-pointers with sweat glistening on his muscular arms. He noticed and approached you. You got up from your squatting position and slung your arm across your body.

“Came to watch me play?” he smirked.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Dempsey. I’m here to practice.” You shoved him out of your way. “Okay girls, let’s run through it a few times then we’ll get to cleaning.”

They followed your directions and set up in their formation. ‘Party Favors’ by Tinashe blasted through the speakers once you pressed play. You ran into your spot and began moving your body to the lyrics. By the end of the routine, all the players had their eyes on the team, but Zach had his specifically on you. 

“Good job. Two more times, girls!” 

—-

It was the end of practice and you were about to leave the gym when you felt a hand pull you into the boys’ locker room. You smacked Zach’s chest.

“You have to stop with the surprises!” 

“You have to stop with the teasing!” He licked a strip from your neck to your jawline. 

Zach left wet kisses all over your exposed chest and collarbone. 

You moaned in response. “Zach, just kiss me already.” 

His lips lightly touched your cheeks leading up to your ear. He chuckled darkly.

“You have a boyfriend, remember?”

“Not anymore.”

Those two words initiated him to quickly attacked your lips. You felt his tongue glide against your bottom lip and you gladly let him into your mouth. Your fingers played with the end of his jersey. You lifted it over his head and he went to work on your neck. You moaned at the feeling of his teeth against your sensitive skin, knowing that there would be marks the next day. Zach’s hands trailed down your body, stopping at your ass. You wrapped your legs around his torso and he guided you to the bench. He laid you down gently and ripped the tank top you had on. 

“Zach!” you exclaimed.

He laughed. “I’ll buy you a new one, baby.”

His pet name for you caused your panties to soak. You pulled him up from your neck to meet your lips. Your fingertips ran down his toned abs to his basketball shorts. You tugged at them and Zach slipped them off without removing his lips from yours. Your hands dipped into his boxers and rubbed the pre-cum on his tip. He broke apart and growled into your lips. You started stroking his length, increasing the speed gradually. He pulled your hand out of his boxers and took off your leggings agonizingly slow. Zach unclasped your bra and swirled his tongue around your right nipple while massaging the other with his large hand. He swiped his finger against your wet folds in your undies and brought it up to his mouth. He looked at you with his lust filled eyes and sucked on his finger. You moaned and grabbed his hand before he can put his digits back into your soaking center.

“No foreplay. Just fuck me already.”

He flashed a bright smile and pecked your lips. “Whatever you want, baby girl.” 

He slid your lace thong off and you pulled his boxers down, his boner springing up and slapping his stomach. The sight of it caused your knees to go weak. He pulled you on top of his lap while he was in a sitting position. You gave Zach one last kiss before sinking down on his length. You moaned loudly at the surge of pleasure.

He brought his lips to your exposed neck. “Say my name, baby.”

“Zach oh my god.” You bounced up and down on his dick, causing both of you to be a moaning mess. 

He slapped your ass and you yelped. “Who do you belong to?”

You couldn’t speak due to the pleasure every inch of Zach was giving you. He pushed you down and slammed into you aggressively. Your moans echoed throughout the locker room. 

“Tell me, who do you belong to?”

You tangled your hands into his sweat-drenched hair. “You Zach! I belong to you!” 

He continuously pounded into you. 

“I’m about to-” 

You drew his lips to yours, both of you cumming at the same time. You thanked yourself for remaining on the pill. Zach pulled out of you and collapsed on top of your sweaty body. 

He looked up into your eyes. “Be my girlfriend.” 

“Zach, that’s not exactly a question,” you laughed.

“Will you please be my girlfriend?” He pecked kisses all over your face which caused you to giggle.

“Yes, Zach. I will be your girlfriend.”

Something that will infinitely amuse me and hit me deep about Breath of the Wild is just the radical change in character we have in Link between the hundred years he was asleep. Like, from the memories we learn that he was a dedicated knight who lived by his code and in service of the royal family. But the Link that we play as has none of those constrictions. He’s not duty or honor bound, but chooses to save Hyrule because he feels like it’s the right thing.

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even if it's fake || stiles stilinski

word count: 4793

warnings: swearing, angst

request: hi could i get a stiles imagine where he and the reader broke up then few days later reader messages him saying before he can block her she’s making him say ‘i love you’ even though he doesn’t mean it. if only i could send you the pic of where i got this idea 😭😭😭 hope u understand this TY AND ILY 💕💕

author’s note: sorry that this took so long to get written! i sort of changed it up a bit, but i hope you enjoy it. thank you to @dumbass-stilinski who gave me a few ideas, and @stilinski-jpeg who read it before it was finished. and also hay and soph for reading this after i finished it! @sincerelystiles @sarcasticallystilinski

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I just wanted to put a little PSA out there

It’s okay to hate a ship. It’s okay to love a ship. It’s okay to feel indifferent about a ship. What isn’t okay is when people hate on other people because they don’t love, hate or feel indifferent about the same things they do. If we all felt the same about shows, movies and books fandom life would be pretty boring. While it is okay to have healthy discussion in your said fandom, when it turns to pure hateful personal attacks on a person you most likely don’t know a line must be drawn. Feel free to love and hate aspects of shows, movies and books just remember to love each other in the process.

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I can’t be the only one that wants to see this pic turned into an OVA

Just look at them all. Ishi is getting all emotional because his team came in fourth. Fukawa’s wearing the biggest smile ever since she probably won first for her team or something. Owada patting Fujisaki on the head after he got third in a “ya did great, kid” sort of way. Celes not only taking off her drill-like clip-ons and gothic lolita wear, but willing being photographed in this state. Even the despair sisters seemed to have had as good a time as they ever could.

Not to mention… a bit of confirmation on either NaeGiri or NaeZono. Because that is one very cheerful, emotion-filled smile Kiri’s got there. It also semi-suggests Naegi and Kuwata might have been close, which, if true, throws some tragic weight on the first trial.

I’d like a lot of major events turned into an OVA at some point: I want more of Munakata, Yukizome and Sakakura’s school life expanded on along with Andou, Izayoi and Kimura getting the same. I want to see some Hope’s Peak politics with Kizakura and Headmaster dealing with the Steering Committee, and maybe Tengan too to see his thought process under a different light. I want an origin story for the Neo World Program that finally gives some characterization for the real Miaya Gekkogahara, that finally gives Matsuda a voice, and finally reveals Fujisaki’s connection with Nanami. I want some of the core scenes from DanganRonpa/0 to be fully animated, like Madarai’s fight with Ikusaba in front of the fountain and Ryouko’s later escape from him (and perhaps they decide to animate the first time Kirigiri dodged some furniture from her own encounter with the Madarais). I want some of Future Foundation’s day-to-day workings leading up The Final Killing so we can learn more about Bandai and Gozu, or see what each of the branch heads primarily do with their time. I want to see the first few chapters of Killer Killer animated to advertise that series coming to a close. And of course, I want DanganRonpa IF to be fully animated so that Ikusaba won’t have to suffer the same fate in front of the populace at large as she did in canon: being remembered by the people she cared about as just a mindless attack dog for her sister.

But of all those hypothetical OVA’s, I think we’ve waited long enough to see the original 15 happy and grown past their insecurities through their friendship with each other enough to enjoy a sports festival together (and it’d be fun to watch Enoshima seething with fury through this experience before begrudgingly giving in and deciding to smile over all the despair she’ll feel from destroying these happy memories one day). Just to give some context to the memories the final 6 may or may not have regained by now.

Can we have this? Please, Lerche and Kodaka?

miyakokurono  asked:

Hey, request for a Levi x reader where they're either sharing a bed or in the office and it's really really quite but not awkward but then the reader sneezes and ends up scaring the hell out of Levi (bonus points if they're the only two in the office)

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[permanent + fluff tag]: @mrs-myself

You shifted in your chair.

As you shuffled papers and fixed the schedule for the cadets, you couldn’t help but glance at the man seated by his desk a few feet away. He seemed to feel your eyes on his skin and raised his own dark, intense eyes to yours but you looked away immediately, sweat beading on your neck. 

Why me, You thought, strangling Erwin in your mind. The bushy eyebrowed man had basically banned you from your office, telling you that you had better try to get along with your other ranking corporal and stop acting like a brat or else he would demote you.

You stewed angrily, jabbing your pen across the page. Okay so you deliberately avoided Ackerman. It wasn’t your fault! The guy actually scared the pants off of you, and you had once delved into a whole group of titans without a single nerve. It was something about his eyes, the way he seemed to see past your every facade, the way he effortlessly grasped your confidence and dug it into the ground. 

And the most frustrating thing of all was that he did it all without knowing. He didn’t specifically target you, in fact you doubted he even remembered your name.

The silence was comforting at least - you didn’t have to talk to the demon - and it helped to drown out your thoughts as you settled into the process of mindless work.

Until you sneezed.

It wasn’t a cute, flowery, sneeze either. It was loud and brazen, a speck of dust going right up your nose and you coughed into your hand in embarrassment.  

Levi had been nodding off - he actually slept wow you thought he was a vampire  - but at your loud exclamation he jolted upwards. You remembered vaguely that he had been up all night with a task from Erwin as well.

His hands came up instinctively in a blur you couldn’t track, reaching for double blades that weren’t there. His eyes dilated and searched the area like the trained soldier he was, the lean, toned muscles in his arms rolling underneath his shirt. 

His eyes met yours and you stared for about another couple seconds before it was broken by a muffled sound coming from your throat. You tried to cover it up but you were laughing, and hard. For some reason just the way he had reacted after such long silence, accompanied with his wide eyes and the fact that you hadn’t gotten much sleep either had you in hysterics. This was the first and only time you had ever seen Levi like this, surprised. It was actually kind of…cute?

You bit your palm and turned away, shoulders still shaking as your chuckles filled the air.

A throat cleared.

You spun, stopping immediately, but biting your lip to stop from smiling. Levi was back to his normal expression, face smoothed over into an unamused stare. 

“Something funny, Corporal Y/N?” His gravel baritone was as smooth as butter, running straight through you.

“Nothing at all sir,” You whistled, returning to your work. You would have liked to take another jab at him but you didn’t feel like dying that day and innocently submitted.

The silence came back but it was lighter, refreshed. You hummed as you wrote, sneaking another look at Levi only to see him looking right back. You averted your gaze and bit your lip again. 

Maybe, just maybe, you thought, remembering his taken aback features, those beautiful - beautiful? - grey eyes wide and thin lips slightly parted. 

Somehow you may have had the wrong opinion on this guy.

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onebizarrekai  asked:

Okay. Legitimate question. In order for Chara or Cross to control someone with the hack knife, how big of an attack does it have to be? Like, does the person have to be dramatically impaled, or could it be just a discreet swipe? (And does it leave behind any scars afterward?? I feel like the answer to that is related to Cross's scar but I can't remember)

That’s a very good question.
Actually, the true way to control someone is with the Overwrite button, because Chara is the owner of that ability.
When they got half of a monster soul (Classic Sans), Cross became the owner of the body, and Chara only became a “power”,  manifesting a part of the overwrite button with the hack knife, which is only able to corrupt the code of another character or a place. It doesn’t let scars to the victim, probably it will get some little glitches  but nothing serious. Cross could have corrupted Underfell Sans with a simple cut, but the guy was so mad.

And that’s why Nightmare was also mad at Cross because he thought he was trying to kill someone.

Cross’ scar happened before getting corrupted, so it’s just a severe injury he got during a battle between Frisk. 

Now that Chara has more than a half of a human soul, he can corrupt anything he wants with the knife or just pressing the purple button. Cross is now a useless piece of code that didn’t let Chara got the 100% of Underswap Chara’s soul.

okay so im stubborn so im going to reply to touch adverse mika anon
basically they said “since mika has been abused for so long, do you think he’d be jumpy when it comes to people touching him?”
and basically the short answer is: he doesnt like being touched by people he doesnt know, but he is extremly touch starved, and REALLY craves affection, but after years of emotional abuse he feels like he cant have it and shoves people away
so my first example is with krul. remember that time mika came storming into her throne room and jumped her? and afterword, she hugged him, and he sat there for a few seconds, before shoving her off 

because he basically just attacked her and he felt gross and like he hurt her, even if krul immediatly tells him its alright, he still hates what he did and feels like because of this he isnt deserving of affection even if he wants it so badly 

another time we see mika do something similar is with yoichi, where yoichi grabs him, and it does startle him, but after yoichi calls him “Mika-kun” mika pauses for several seconds before shoving him off.

 because mika has only ever been called kun by ferid, who really only did it in the back-handed way ferid does most things, but also because he realized that yoichi wasnt grabbing him out of anger but in a protective way, and it sent mika reeling because no one touches him who doesnt want to hurt him or whom he didnt just hurt, so he doesnt know how to process it. of course he shoves him off, but it just goes to show how much mika may crave to be just, held i guess? which goes into my next point. what is the FIRST THING mika does when he gets ahold of yuu for the first time?

so yea. while mika may be adverse to people touching him outright, he just craves it but at the same time despises it. its a confusing relationship, but when it comes to behaviors and feelings as a result of abuse, what doesnt feel confusing?

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Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: Swearing, fluff

A/N: Reader is blind

Y/E/C: Your Eye Colour

~~Bucky’s POV~~

“Buck!” Steve exclaims as Bucky wanders out of the elevator,

“Hey pal,” Bucky mumbles, his attention being drawn to his surroundings. Bucky had never seen anything like Stark Tower, it was just another prime example of Tony’s endless budget,

“Glad to have you back,” Steve grins at Bucky and pulls him into a tight hug, “How was the flight?”

“Fine,” Bucky finally focuses on his best friend, and is stopped in his tracks when he notices Clint, Nat, Sam, Vision and Tony standing a few feet behind,

“What did T’Challa’s people say?” Tony asks as he tentatively steps forward. Bucky tenses as Tony continues to approach, looking apprehensive,

“Um,” Bucky shakes off the nerves and tries to remember Tony’s question, “They said that I’m still fine. The triggers are still inactive, and I shouldn’t need to go for anymore check ups unless something happens,”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, do you believe that Zeke truely cares for Eren, or do you think he'll end up manipulating him?

Well, does Zeke care about Eren?

No matter what way you look at it, Eren is the only family Zeke has left. We don’t know if Grisha’s parents are still alive, and Zeke basically lost his mother and father when he was seven years old, even if it was his own fault. Naturally, he would care about Eren.

Looking at it, Zeke knows exactly what Eren “has gone through”. He believes both of them have been brainwashed by Grisha at a young age and feels sympathy towards Eren.

However, this is where he is wrong. Eren has not been brainwashed. Since a young age, he was ambitious and stubborn, but had his goals and dreams clear in his mind. A mere scolding from Carla or Grisha wouldn’t tamper with his curiosity, as Grisha himself stated so. Even after receiving the Attack Titan and the Coordinate, AND remembering it in time of need 5 years later, Eren still followed his own path, wanted revenge for his mother even before Grisha and Shadis found him in the refugee camp, and continued to do so before he first used his Titan powers. The goal to reclaim Wall Maria and reach the Basement was the goal of humanity as a whole, and not just “brainwashing”.

What changes things is the recent discovery, plus the full access to Grisha’s memories. You can see how Eren has began to change. Letting his hair grow out like his father’s, referring to the Eldians as “compatriots”, speaking in an unusually polite matter like inside the cell (Chapter 87) after waking up from a memory of his father, and so on. You can tell how much Grisha’s past has influenced Eren, to the point of him growing out to be like his father. Of course, just letting that happen wouldn’t make for an interesting plot, and I’m sure Zeke will be the one person to notice this if anyone even does at all.

Overall, Eren wasn’t being “brainwashed” when he met Zeke, but after that he is being influenced, which I find very interesting. I think we can call agree that the Jaeger Reunion is one of the top things to look forward to in the coming future.

Would Zeke manipulate Eren? Not before clearing up everything I just explained. Zeke is the Warchief and an incredibly powerful, sadistic and ruthless Titan Shifter who has sworn loyalty to the Marley government. He may feel conflicted about attacking his own family and killing Eren for the sake of retrieving the Coordinate, but remember how many Survey Corps soldiers he massacred without feeling any remorse at all (apart from the pity due to the loss of the Paradis folks’ memories). I don’t think Zeke would just flat-out kill Eren the chance he gets, but after they have their talk and clear up anything that needs to be cleared up, I don’t think Zeke would hesitate to do something like that if it meant fulfilling his mission as a Warrior.

i know people like to imagine Jack going to shul and stuff, but like imagine if you will that the Zimmermanns were really trying to be practicing when Jack is little, like going to service one a week, having big get togethers on the High Holy Days, etc etc. Well, imagine as Jack gets older, with his parents careers and hockey, that once a week becomes once every two weeks, then once a month, then just going for holidays, then just saying “Oh, Alicia, did you know today is Rosh Hashanah?” “Haha, let’s get some Chinese to celebrate and try to be all together tonight then”. So Jack feels like he lost something along the way. He loved the structure of services, how they were always the same but the meaning you can give to different prayers can change the entire experience; how no one asked him about hockey, just school and friends and pinching his cheeks and asking if he wants more food; how calming the music was to him, how singing a certain prayer could help him when having an anxiety attack. He feels like he’s grown up and lost this. So, after the overdose, doctors and his parents ask him what they can do to help him gain structure, some sort of home base, and he just kind of gets embarrassed but says “Take me to Temple?” and so he starts going every week and getting sort of involved with the goings on, maybe teaching the b'nei mitzah kids Torah trope because he remembered he liked the patterns and was good at it (i headcanon hes a good singer dont look at me) and that’s how Jack Zimmermann rediscovers his Jewishness on his own terms, choosing to become more religious as an adult.
broadwayholster

im dead and also cryign bc everytime i think abt jack zimmermann rediscovering his jewishness in the aftermath of his od i get really emotional??? like he doesnt have a lot of time for it at school or w the falconers but he tries to go to shul when he can and sometimes he just sits in the synagogue and he feels more peaceful

#JustUnhealthyINFPThings
  • INTP: She beats you up everyday, insults you constantly, ate your dog, burned down your house, and crucified your grandma. Why the hell do you stay with her?
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anonymous asked:

More Vietnam AU PLEASE!!!!

Vietnam AU


Claire Fraser didn’t realize she had dozed off until the mattress dipped beside her.

She blinked in the candlelight – Jamie had insisted, shyly telling her that he had wanted to watch how it threw shadows over her face while they made love in his bed for the first time. In a split second she had seen the faces of countless Fraser men and women – Jamie’s ancestors – who had lived (and loved) by candlelight in this room for two hundred years.

Jamie didn’t go far – just to his desk on the other side of the room. He bent to unplug something – giving his wife the most perfect view of his posterior – before returning to the side of the bed.

It was a small clock radio – and, now that it was plugged in, he smiled at her and fiddled with the dial.

“What kind of music do you want?”

Claire edged up a bit on her elbow. Ellen Fraser’s pearls softly clacked between her breasts. “Do you get anything except country-western down here?”

He threw her a withering look, but continued twisting the dial.

“We’re not *that* far out – in fact, there – ”

They froze.

That song –

“No reason to get excited // the thief he kindly spoke // There are many here among us // Who feel that life is but a joke…”

Claire threw her arms around Jamie’s shoulders.

He clung to her for dear life.

“Outside in the cold distance // A wildcat did prowl…”

She felt his heart stutter beneath her own –

“Two riders were approaching // And the wind begins to howl…”

His nails dug into the bare flesh of her hips. Anchoring her to him.

Her mouth sucked on his neck – tasting the dirt and sweat and pine needles of their afternoon together.

“I listened to that song so many times that I wore out the 45. But I wasn’t brave enough to buy a new one.” His voice was so far away, his eyes seeing not the plaster on the wall but rather the fathomless night of the jungle surrounding Chu Lai. Those precious hours they had spent together after the attack – the only time they knew they’d ever have to be honest with each other, when he was hers and she was his and he just didn’t give a damn about anything anymore.

Claire locked her legs around his hips, and pulled back from his neck. “Every time it came on the radio, I had to change the station. I – I wasn’t brave enough to listen. To feel. To remember.”

Goosebumps prickled his flesh.

“But Claire,” he rasped. “You and I – that wasn’t our fate. It’s done now. It’s in the past. Here we are. You’re my wife.”

“Yes,” she whispered, straightening up to find his eyes – so dark now in the candlelight. “And you’re my husband.”

“Yes,” he gasped. “Oh, God. Yes.”

His mouth was fire and desperation and HOME.

Gently Claire rolled them back to the mattress, helping Jamie settle his hips between her legs.

“Does it ever stop, Claire? The wanting you?” he murmured, threading his fingers through hers, licking the side of her neck, biting her chin.

And then he was inside, and they cried out at how good it was.

“I – Jamie –” she gasped, willing her eyes to stay open, tangling her fingers in his hair.

“*Seas, mo nighean donn*,” he stuttered. “I know. *A Dhia.* I know.”

After a while, the clock radio harmlessly, soundlessly skidded from the mattress to the thick carpet covering the wood floor.

“I’ve been to Hollywood // I’ve been to Redwood // I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold…”

Jamie dropped Claire’s hands and pushed himself up on his elbows. Claire’s head jerked to her left, eyes shut, gasping for ecstasy.

“I love you, Claire,” Jamie sobbed. “I love you.”

Her back arched. “…love you…” she panted. “…so much…”

“Keep me searching for a heart of gold // I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold…”

His mouth fused with hers, and they peaked, and they knew it would never stop.

—–

Jimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower

Neil Young - Heart of Gold

Vlogger Confessions

Youtuber AU where Simon is a daily vlogger and Baz has no idea what his roommate is always filming.

For @snowbaz-feda

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]


Part 2

I don’t really care about the cameras anymore, I’m used to him talking around the flat.

I’ve been wondering what’s like, to see his vlogs. From what I can see, he always tries to be an optimistic person on camera, and film funny little things that he wants to share.

The problem now, is that he’s always here. I just got home from classes and he’s trying to open a letter, while also trying to vlog and it’s ridiculous.

He notices me, “Hey Baz can you uh… help me?” I roll my eyes, but I do before going to my bedroom.

The problem of him being here all the time, is because he keeps distracting me. If I’m in the living room, he starts talking to me or makes me go with him grab some scones, he’s addicted to the bloody thing.

**

It’s Saturday and Snow is doing a live show again, he asks me to say hello to everyone and I do. I would do anything, if he always rewarded me with his stupid smiles, like he’s doing right now.

“Do you want me to bring you scones on my way home?” He gives me an even bigger smile, when I ask him.

In the evening, I’m in my bed when I call him over.

“Need anything?” He says, with his laptop in one hand and then he starts to enter my bedroom, “Can I sit too? I need to edit.”

“You may not” I tell him but he doesn’t stop. To my disgrace, Snow has already learned that sometimes, I say things I don’t mean.

Having him in my bed, with only a few inches separating us, feels like torture. I keep glancing at him, because his mouth is slightly open. All I can do is imagine myself reach for him, turn his face in my direction and kiss him, then bite his lip to see what he would do.

“If Penny comes here tomorrow, can you ask her to bring my book?” This wasn’t what I wanted to ask, but I called him over so I had to say something.

Sometimes he lets me see him edit, like now. He’s fast cutting pieces and putting them together, in order for the final version. I’m in there sometimes, in the footage, he asked me if it was okay and I said I don’t mind really mind.

Perhaps tomorrow I can ask to see his videos, for some reason, Snow is still embarrassed about them.

**

I knock on his door and when I enter. He’s laying down on his bed, almost asleep editing a video. If I didn’t know better, I would say that he’s looking like this just to mess with me.

“Hey Baz” and he gives me a sleepy smile. I can feel myself beginning to blush.

“I can see that you’re busy, we can talk tomorrow.”

“No no, you can stay, I’ve just finished editing anyway.”

“Can I see it?” Because he just said that I can stay, and I’m feeling bold so I decide to sit on his bed to make my point, “Come on Snow, I appear in your videos, only fair you let me see them.”

He’s looking at me, like he’s trying to figure me out “Okay fine, I’ll show you today’s video, It’s not long so you won’t get bored.”

If only he knew how much I like listening to him, about random things. I even heard him complaining about me once, I almost laughed at how ridiculous it all was.

As soon as the vlog starts though, I know that this was a bad idea. He’s in bed, saying good morning to everyone, telling them that he’s gonna meet Penny later on and that they’re gonna go to the beach. I can’t stop looking at his chest, there’s a constellation of little moles painted there, that I desperately want to have a closer look.

When he’s about to leave the house, I appear in the vlog to give him his scones, he thanks me before leaving, and keeps talking about how such a nice roommate I am.

I glance at him and he’s blushing, but not taking his eyes off the screen. The rest of the vlog is just him and Penny, almost getting attacked by a seagull because they were eating fish and chips, and I laugh at that.

He’s laughing lightly by my side too, and I love how good this feels, feeling his body heat because our shoulders and legs are touching, and I have to restrain myself to not get closer to him.

When we finish, I ask to see another video, which takes him a few moments, but he chooses one called dragging my roommate outside, and I snort because I remember that day all too well.

He had a camera in one hand and was trying to convince me to go to the beach, to which I said no several times, so he just grabbed my hand and pulled me, until we were out of the building.

That was a good day, we grabbed some food and went to the pier. Snow wanted to make a timelapse of the sunset, so we just sat there talking and looking at the sea. The end result of the timelapse was actually quite good so I praise him for that. The video finishes with him in bed, saying he had a great time with me.

I’m looking at him and I realize that I’m falling in love with this moron, fuck. I’m falling for Simon and this is not going to end well.


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