look at this trot!

kepzandme  asked:

Sci, are Clint's issues with food and childhood hunger canon in Marvel? Because they are such a prominent theme in many many fics (I have used it myself) so just curious if they are part of the comics. Also, does Rhodey know that Tony asked Clint to take care of DJ if he and Steve are gone?

I honestly don’t remember it being explicitly covered in the comics.  But there are things that are:

-Clint’s father was physically and emotionally abusive
-Like half of the fathers in the Marvel universe, he was also an alcoholic who hit his wife
-They were very definitely poor
-His parents died in a car accident
-He and his brother ran away, joined the circus, and fell under the thrall of yet another abusive father figure.

This equals hunger.  So why DON’T I remember this being focused on?

Because everything I’ve ever read about hunger, non-fiction or fiction, has been written by women, or PoC.  Guess who almost never, ever gets to write white, male lead character superheroes for the big two publishers?  Women.  And PoC.

So the things that are written about Clint and his difficult childhood (or Tony and his difficult childhood, or Bruce and his difficult childhood, and hell, I think they retconned Steve’s merely dead dad to be, you guessed it, alcoholic and abusive!, so him and his difficult childhood) are written through a white, male lens.  And white men, in general, are more comfortable writing about certain types of abuse (physical and verbal) than others (sexual and emotional).

Because certain types of suffering are ‘manly.’  Are ‘acceptable’ in the backstory of a hyper masculine character.  Look at the same tired tropes trotted out over and over and over.  The suffering heaped on heroic male characters tends to follow a very easy, very comfortable path, where the writer doesn’t have to think too hard, where the character can be sympathetic, but still ‘strong.’  Still ‘tough.’ Still ‘heroic.’ Still ‘masculine.’

Violence is masculine.  Starvation is not.  Poverty is not.

Being poor is the worst sin in the United States.  It is, and anyone who tells you differently is selling something.  

I did my student teaching in an inner city middle school in a not-very-good part of a solidly working class city.  And I remember the principal walking around at lunch, surreptitiously handing out lunch cards.  These were supposed to go to kids who had forgotten their lunch money that day, to entitle them to a free lunch.  But on lunch duty, I soon figured out, she was giving them to the same kids, every day.

I asked her why, and she said, these were kids who would’ve qualified for the free lunch program, she knew it, they knew it, the cafeteria ladies knew it.  But the paperwork was never filled out.  Hell, the paperwork probably never made it home.  Because when they were approved for the free lunch program, the card they were given was a different color than the card for the kids who were paying.  And they knew it.  Their peers knew it.  So they didn’t bring the paperwork home.  

To repeat: Twelve year old children, children who had NO PART in their family’s financial standing, NO ABILITY to change that standing, NO CHANCE to do anything other than do their best to get by, preferred going hungry rather than deal with the shame of being visibly identified as coming from a family below the poverty line.

And for some of these kids, the free breakfast and lunch provided by schools was probably the most stable nutrition they got.  

Hunger never leaves you.  Not ever.  But it is a feminine suffering, a thing spoken of condescendingly by late night “Feed the Children” ads showing starving (brown) children in some far off, unfortunate land, and written about by women who can’t figure out how to stretch what little they have to cover the heating bill and the grocery bill.  Hunger is food deserts in inner cities and canned food because you can’t afford the time or the bus fare to go to the grocery store several times a month for fresh, and so everything has to last.  It is food pantries where you’re given the allotment of rice and beans and maybe, if you’re damn lucky, a can of horrible pineapple chunks as a ‘treat.’

Hunger is not heroic.  And that’s why it’s glossed over in comics.

(Also, yes, totally Rhodey knows. 8) )

On My Love update: I’ve been busy with school lately and haven’t been able to write much, but I think that I’ll divide the chapter after all. The update will come out sooner that way too!

But since you all have been waiting so long, here’s a preview of Chapter 6! :D

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anonymous asked:

Hello, If it's no trouble could I request headcanons for the whole RFA and Saeran where the MC has dog and it's pretty much her best friend? Not a small dog either, like a boxer or husky or some other big dog? It can either be a puppy or adult, and nice/indifferent to cats. I mean, I love both Cats and Dogs, but dogs are almost never mentioned in mm ;; plus I thought it would be interesting.

I love big doggos hell yeah let’s go 


Dog: Bernese Mountain Dog

✮ he’s a vet so he’s all for animals 
✮ so when you tell him you have a bernese mountain dog 
✮ he’s so excited (they’re so cute) 
✮ when you explain that it’s basically your best friend 
✮ he’s so giggly and affectionate 
✮ because his s/o loves animals just as much as he did 
✮ when you move in together (into a bigger place bc I don’t think a burmese would live comfortably in a college kid’s dorm) he nervously asks if your dog is okay with cats (lisa) 
✮ when you reassure him that it’s all g 
✮ he’s even more excited!!! 
✮ i can just see him being so doting and cuddling with your big pupper 
✮ he really loves cuddling with you and this big floofer 
✮ he takes so many pictures of lisa curled up with your big buddy 


Dog: Japanese Akita

✎ she’s a bit nervous at first tbh
✎ she’s used to elizabeth who is a little cat
✎ so suddenly there’s this really large mass of happy fluff
✎ she’s startled
✎ but your akita is really well-mannered and sits at her feet with a silly dog-smile 
✎ and she’s all *heart eyes* 
✎ akitas don’t shed year-round so she’s super hype 
✎ and she enjoys brushing them with you when it’s ‘blowing it’s coat’ 
✎ she isn’t all for sloppy kisses and cuddles 
✎ she likes it when it’s calm with her and maybe sets it’s head in her lap when she’s working 
✎ but she loves watching you two interact 
✎ because it’s a big cuddle party (she’s invited~) 
✎ keeps her calm 


Dog: Alaskan Malamute 

✿ is high key in love 
✿ takes so many photos 
✿ he’s so grateful he’s only allergic to cat fur and not dog fur 
✿ especially because you’re so close with your doggo 
✿ loves taking selfies with the big floofer 
✿ posts them all over his social media and the RFA chat becomes a haven of the other selfies that didn’t make it 
✿ loves that they’re such a silly and photogenic dog 
✿ takes photos of all the pupper smiles 
✿ the only time he doesn’t appreciate it is when he’s tryna unleash the beast with you but your doggo is like ‘hey don’t hurt [Y/N]’ 
✿ he gets really whiny when that happens 
✿ also during summer 
✿ because they like cuddling on the bed but zen already has his own mop of hair to deal with 
✿ so it just becomes a big, hairy, sweaty mess 


Dog: German Shepherd

₩ is kinda skeptical in the beginning 
₩ because of elizabeth 3rd 
₩ he’s really nervous that she won’t like your floofer or vice versa 
₩ and even though you said they were chill and indifferent to cats 
₩ you agreed on introducing them to each other slowly 
₩ so you’re taking them to a park together 
₩ and elizabeth is whiny because she doesn’t like being outside (lmao) 
₩ but your doggo is very well behaved and happy 
₩ they really like jumin and tries to impress him with their good manners 
₩ (happy panting doggo looking up with silly dog-smile at jumin while trotting along hhHHHNNNNNG) 
₩ until this savage other dog comes along, not on a leash 
₩ and is barking and trying to go elizabeth 
₩ your doggo jumps forward and saves the day 
₩ jumin was very thankful and crouches down to give your doggo pats 
₩ your pupper was very proud of themselves (jumin has accepted floofer) 


Dog: Chinook 

✞ loves loves LOVES your chinook 
✞ tries to train it to fetch honey buddha chips for him
✞ models his dog robot to look like them 
✞ when he’s stressed out he likes to just look at you and your big doggo cuddling 
✞ and then joining in 
✞ loves to just drown in the fluff 
✞ has 0 problem with getting kissed/licked 
✞ also likes that he has a moderately intimidiating watchdog 
✞ one time when vanderwood had snuck in while you and saeyoung where sleeping 
✞ your floofer was barking and growling up a storm 
✞ and saeyoung screamed and pounced at vanderwood when he pulled out his taser 
✞ vanderwood: ‘doggo?’ 
✞ is super protective and doesn’t like vanderwood being around them 
✞ they become meme’y friends 

I changed Saeyoung’s icon thingy because the keyboard was causing problems and spreading the text so it didn’t really fit in with the rest of the post, so I hope y’all don’t have a problem with it 

I hope you like the nice doggos I chose, this was a very enjoyable request to write heheheh! ♡♡

Finn handles a blaster like no one else

Do you want to talk about how badly The Force Awakens shortcharged Finn’s character? One thing that no one to my knowledge is talking about is his phenomenal skill with blasters. This is LucasFilm’s fault, not the audience’s, because it was shown right on the screen but never properly foregrounded.

I don’t mean the time he picked up starfighter gunning with a ten-second tutorial, then combined that with lightning-fast tactical judgment in a thirty-second firefight to get himself and Poe out alive while still minimizing Stormtrooper casualties. No, that was an amazing scene that blurred by too fast for almost any reasonable viewer to fully appreciate, but it wasn’t… what’s the word… unthinkable.

What’s unthinkable, and what passed right under the audience’s noses because LF filmed it but didn’t emphasize it, is what Finn does with a handheld blaster. As I will discuss, his style at least as shown in the battle at Takodana is very different from the way we’ve seen the heroes use blasters but also different from the way Stormtroopers use them, combining his training with his own astounding skills and strength.

I hesitate to even call this style “good,” because it could be very bad indeed for certain purposes, e.g. survival. It does, however, showcase his athleticism and sheer boldness in a breathtaking way.

This is hard to tell, though, on a casual viewing because it goes by so fast and is treated more as background action to Poe’s aerial acrobatics than a focus in itself. I didn’t realize just what was so special about this sequence until I did a deliberate comparison with how other characters and groups used different types of blasters in different situations. Let me explain below the fold just why Finn’s blaster style shown here is incredible and unique.

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The Summer Fling (Chapter One) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Boardy Barn”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Chapter One - Chapter Two 

Originally posted by alienlikealifestyle

“You okay, Dyl?”

“This is a lot of drunk people… this is just a lot of people in general, and I feel like some people have recognized me, an-“

“Dyl.. you wanted to come with me.”

“Well, I didn’t want to just sit at the house all day.”

“You’re going to be fine. You have sunglasses and a hat and some of this crap.” Julia rubbed her fingers against the stubble on his face in an aggressive, teasing sisterly way. “No one’s going to recognize you, why don’t we get you a drink so you can chill out.”

Dylan rolled his eyes, regardless of the fact that he knew his sister would not be able to see it behind his jet black Ray Ban sunglasses. He sighed and followed her through the throngs of sweaty and beer-soaked bodies towards the bar. He sidled up next to her and pressed his elbows against the bar.

That’s cool.” He said sarcastically, pursing his lips, as he removed his elbows from the beer-soaked counter, and peeled a sticky bottle cap off of his skin. His head whipped around when he heard someone say his older sister’s name excitedly.

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anonymous asked:

i love your writing so much i don't think i trust anyone but you and i didn't want to ask and burden you but no one can do minhyun like you so pls-please, if u can could i request a fantasy imagine for minhyun i'll be fine with anything you write as long as you do thank u

here’s an elf!minhyun!! thanks for trusting me to write it ^^

  • you remember meeting minhyun for the first time at the market,,,,,people were selling fresh fruits, homemade jam, carved statues, and other hand crafted pretty trinkets
  • but the most people were gathered around minhyun,,,,,,who was selling the prettiest glass wind chimes you’d ever seen
  • it was the middle of summer, but pulled over his head was a cap - and even with his bangs in his face it was still obvious
  • when he looked up to smile at customers,,,,,,,that he was handsome
  • and not just ‘handsome’ but the kind of handsome you’d assume fairy tale princes were
  • with kind, dark eyes and a perfectly smooth complexion
  • all the people around him where only there to admire his face, people offered to buy his wind chimes - but only if he’d include his number or meet up for dates
  • minhyun,,,,would just smile and tell them he was flattered, but he lived far and so he couldn’t comply
  • you waited, till the crowd dwindled down to go look at the wind chimes
  • they were all pretty, obviously worked on meticulously, and one caught your eye immediately
  • the top was shaped like a butterfly and strings of pretty flower shaped glass beads hung down from it
  • “that one is my favorite too.”
  • you looked up, seeing minhyun standing across from you
  • up close you could make out the faint speckling of freckles over his nose and even though his eyes were a dark, beautiful brown
  • every now and then you could have sworn you could see a flicker of green under the sun
  • “how much?”
  • you asked, admiring the wind chime again. minhyun told you a price and you couldn’t believe it
  • “yo-you’re selling it for that cheap?”
  • with a wink, he went “there might be a discount, just for you.”
  • wrapping it up carefully, minhyun waved as you left the market. for a moment you wondered,,,it might have been your imagination but it had looked for a moment like minhyun’s fingers had been dusted with something,,,,,,shimmery,,,,,,
  • a couple of weeks later you’d found that your wind  chime would ring, even when there was no wind
  • like someone had brushed past it ,,,,,,, which was impossible it was at the top of your window
  • either way, you loved it. it looked so pretty, the glass reflecting the sun
  • and the chimes gave you such a calming feeling
  • one afternoon, you’d heard the chimes and looked out of the window to see if it was getting windy or rainy
  • to your surprise you noticed a fawn, staring at the chime in your backyard
  • quietly, to not scare it, you opened the backdoor and watched as the fawn stood there
  • taking a couple of steps toward it, you noticed that the fawn wasn’t even frightened
  • it just kept looking at the chime till slowly turning around and trotting into the woods
  • out of pure curiosity, you followed along across the moss path in the forest
  • you don’t know how long you followed the fawn for, but at some point you’d come across a clearing
  • in the middle of it, was a circle of white stones and a figure seated in the middle
  • the fawn, coming over to it, nuzzled into the person’s outstretched hand
  • you couldn’t help yourself but try to get closer,,,,,,,who was this person out in the middle of the forest?
  • until they turned around, eyes locking on yours and you saw him - minhyun
  • this time, the cap he’d been wearing was off and you could see his entire profile
  • the same pretty eyes, shy small smile,,,,,,,but his ears
  • pointed at the edge with flowers tucked neatly behind them
  • standing up, you could see a couple of woodland creatures surrounding him
  • frozen,,,,,,you try to think of something to say but all you can do is lift your hand up in a tiny wave
  • “minhyun!”
  • a voice calls out his name and minhyun looks over his shoulder, before rushing toward you
  • “quick, hide!”
  • you teeter backwards, minhyun’s arms coming around you to pull you behind a nearby tree
  • “it’s the other elves, i don’t want them to know you’re here.”
  • “elves??”
  • minhyun pulls you down, arm still holding you close as you hear other voices back from the center of the clearing
  • when it seems silent enough, minhyun lets his hold on you go,,,,,,
  • you can see a hint of red in his cheeks as he apologizes for grabbing you but you just ask again, “elves?”
  • minhyun turns and you see the ears up close, the speckled freckles, the tints of green in his eyes, his hands,,,,,,coated in silvery dust
  • you can’t believe it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • “human’s aren’t supposed to know, but the cat’s out of the bag”
  • he laughs slightly at his own joke and you point to his hand
  • “is that -”
  • “fairy dust.”
  • you look at it closely and minhyun grins 
  • “i put it on all the wind chimes i make, it’s supposed to bring good luck.”
  • you look up at him,,,,,,,minhyun’s eyelashes are so long and his voice has the same calming effect like the chimes that he makes
  • he looks back at you, tilting his head a bit
  • “is everything ok?”
  • “sometimes,,,,,,,,,the wind chime i bought,,,,,,,,,sounds on its own.”
  • minhyun gives a knowing nod
  • “it means elves are nearby.”
  • you go “oh” fascinated and minhyun gives an embarrassed little chuckle
  • “i do admit though, sometimes i walk by your home to see the wind chime. it’s one of my favorites, but also,,,,,,,,,”
  • you blink and wait, but minhyun suddenly seems shyer than ever
  • “,,,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,,,,i quite like seeing you too,,,,,,,”
BTS Reaction: They walk in on you wearing their clothes

A/N: Hey guys, I’m back! This isn’t necessarily requested but it’s just something I fancied writing for you guys- my next reaction is probably going to be Day6 so if any of you guys have any ideas feel free to drop them in my inbox! 


Originally posted by dirtyvocalist-junhoe

‘Jagi… isn’t that my shirt?’ he’d ask, looking you up and down while you trotted around the house. ‘It might be…’ you replied, turning around to face him but when you did he was nowhere to be found. He rushed back 30 seconds later with a shirt in either hand: ‘here try these!’ he said enthusiastically. 


Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi wasn’t quite sure what to feel. He was caught somewhere in between thinking you looked adorable all cuddled up in his hoodie, but there was an underlying feeling that you looked incredibly sexy. He’d pull your face close using the hoodie strings and depending on his mood you’d either get a kiss on the forehead… or everywhere else.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by jinkooks

Seeing you in his sweatpants with the cuffs of the legs rolled up to stop them brushing against the floor, he thought you were the cutest thing he ever did see. He would giggle to himself as you paraded into your living room, the crotch hanging low as you slumped down on the sofa, you were clearly comfy so that’s all that mattered. 


Originally posted by nycbtslover

This kid would be so extra. Seeing you go to leave the house in a pair of his sneakers he’d clutch his heart dramatically, falling at your feet and telling you how his sneakers had never been so fortunate to bless the feet of a princess. To which you’d just role your eyes and giggle before leaving him  to be his usual sunshine self.


Originally posted by bwipsul

Smug af. He hadn’t even really noticed you wearing his jumper when you left to go and meet the boys but when he did he couldn’t have been more proud. The boys knew that was his jumper and seeing you wearing it meant they all knew you were his too and that made him very happy, not to mention proud.


Originally posted by jeonthegreat

It seemed to Tae that you took forever to get ready to go out and get some ice cream, but it was all worth it when you came downstairs with his snapback perched upon your head. ‘Ah jagi you look adorable with my hat on!’ he’d coo, before kissing you on the nose and grabbing your hand, practically skipping all the way to the ice cream shop.


Originally posted by donewithjeon

Now, Jungkook was always super happy to see you when you came and visited him at dance practice, it meant the world that you went out of your way to support him. But when you came in wearing his beanie, like a symbol of pride showing you were his, he had a whole new appreciation for how good you looked in it. He’d give you that look, vowing in his head to show you just how much it meant to him later.

anonymous asked:

I loved your Jason Todd one!! Could you please write one where the reader is best friends with Dick and Jason gets really jealous of their friendship (even though it's strictly platonic)

shitty ending is shitty but I alSO REALLY LIKE THIS ONE WOWIE.

Title: Repaired

theme: Idk jason being a jealous dick but he redeems himself, dick!friendship

Digging around the Manor’s attic was a favorite pastime of yours when Jason was away; it helped to sway your mind away from how much danger he was possibly in, or what he could be doing at this moment. It also gave you some ideas of how Jason had been as a teen, when Bruce had found him stealing tires off the Batmobile. Distantly, you ran your hands over a covered picture frame, looking around and deciding where you would explore next.

Eyes scanning the room, your eyes caught a dusty rocking chair in the corner, surrounded by Lovecraft and Bronte, and you felt yourself drawn to it, blowing some dust off of it. It was well loved, and you felt your heart squeeze as you hustled to the Attic entrance. Kneeling, you flipped your head down out of the hole, finding Alfred dusting a candelabra.

“Alfred, this rocking chair up here, the one with all the books around it?” You questioned, hair hanging in your eyes, “Did it belong to Jason?”

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anonymous asked:

What if the paladins ended up with kittens the same colors as their lions somehow?

“Uhhhhh,” Lance said, voice hoarse from sleep. He rubbed his sleep ridden eyes and looked down at his chest, “What?”

There was a small creature laying on his chest. He didn’t recall owning any creatures.

The small animal turned its head to Lance slowly and Lance braced himself, expecting to be faced with a hideous and scary alien creature. Lance held his hand close to himself and got ready to whack the thing sat upon him but- as the thing faced him fully- Lance realised it was the exact same as a small, harmless, cute, fluffy cat. The cat jumped up in excitement when it noticed Lance was awake, it mewed at Lance and licked his cheek.

Lance was immediate putty. He lowered his hand and sat up, gently pulling the cat like creature into his palms and setting it down on his lap. 

“Aren’t you just adorable,” Lance cooed gently and pet its head softly. The cat nuzzled into Lance’s hands and Lance had to hold back a squeal. He held the cat for a few doboshes before startling and scaring the cat in the process.

“Oh, should we go find where you came from?!” Lance asked and lifted it up, bringing it to his face and rubbing their noses together. The cat let out a tiny sneeze and Lance melted.

He put the cat down on his bed and stood up. He quickly shrugged on his jacket and picked the cat up once again.

The cat clawed its way up Lance’s sleeve- careful not to actually scratch Lance in the process- and settled down on Lance’s shoulder. Lance blushed happily at the cute animal and resisted squeezing its little paws.

He walked gently, so he wouldn’t drop the cat sat precariously on his shoulder. As he got to the dining hall he saw the others sitting on the table normally.

Pidge looked up as Lance made his way into the room and dropped her tablet in shock. “Lance!?” Pidge yelled and stood up, gawking at the thing on his shoulder. “Is that real?!” 

The others took notice of the cat perched upon Lance’s shoulder and exclaimed in various levels of shock. 

 “Yeah… I woke up and it was just there? I was hoping Allura or Coran would know where it came from.” Lance answered and scratched behind the cats ears.

Hunk came out of the kitchen. “What’s going o- Ah!” Hunk tripped over, spilling the tray of food that was in his hands and landing with a thud. A loud, surprised meow came from Hunk’s feet. 

Everyone rushed over to Hunk and saw a cat. It was slightly larger than the blue one sat upon Lance’s shoulder and was yellow.

“… Is this some type of Voltron thing?” Lance spoke up and lent Hunk his arm. Hunk took his hand and got up. 

 “We’ll have to ask Allura.” Shiro said and the others agreed. The all turned to leave to the control deck and began walking as a group.

Pidge lagged behind while fiddling on her tablet and felt the air shift around her. She glanced around curiously before looking back down. A mistake on her behalf.

A hiss sounded from above her and she glanced up in shock “Ah!” Pidge yelled and held up her tablet protectively as she was ambushed from above.

A small, green cat dropped from the roof and onto Pidge’s head. Pidge’s hand shot up and pulled the cat down by the scruff of its neck. 

She held it in front of her face and stared at the cat for a ticks before blinking in surprise when it licked her nose.”Wow…. never seen a green cat before.”

She placed it on the floor gently with a scratch behind the ears before continuing and it stumbled behind her.

Hunk picked the yellow cat up and held it in his hands. 

All of a sudden the castle alarms are blaring, red bathing the room and the paladins take off running. Lance carefully pulled the cat into his arms and sprinted to the control room.

When they arrive the control room was in a panic.  Coran was running around frantically, fiddling with the computers and Allura was running a deep scan of the ship.

“Princess?” Shiro yelled.

“The lions are gone!” Allura yelled and frowned. The paladins looked at each other and at the cats- the weirdly colour co-ordinated cats- before turning to the panicked Altaens.

“I think we might have them?” Shiro said as he looked at the cats in doubt “Maybe?”

“What do you mean?!” Allura snapped and spun on them, she immediately took note of the cat perched on Lance and shrieked. 

“Oh not again!” Allura groaned exasperatedly. The cats blinked at her innocently and Allura frowned.

“What do you mean ‘again’?” Pidge asked and Allura sighed.

“… I remember when I was a child this happened, they never knew why but one day they suddenly had real cats instead of mechanic lions.” Allura stated and sighed. “Coran will remember more that I.”

Coran stopped running about and stood next to the princess looking a bit frazzled. “Ah yes. It was quite an eventful couple of days-” Coran twirled his moustache. “-if I remember correctly they were only in this form for about a week? Maybe-”

Keith spotted a flash of red and chocked.

“He- Ack!” Keith yelped as a cat jumped on his face, he tried to pry it off but to no avail. The red cat hissed at Keith and purposefully made it’s way on top of Keith’s head. It sat proudly above the heads of everyone else and seemed to haughtily stare down at everyone.

“So there’s Red, Blue, Yellow and Green…. Where’s Black Shiro?” Allura asked and looked around.

“I’m not sure, it all happened very fast” Shiro said and looked lost. He jumped when he heard a quiet mew from right next to his ear, he whipped his head around and locked eyes with a cat as dark as the vacuum around them. “Found her…,”

The black cat hung off of Shiro’s back and seemed to smile at Shiro. Lance pulled the cat off of Shiro’s back so it wouldn’t fall off and handed it to Shiro.

“…….They will return to normal soon enough, why don’t you go and bond with you lions?” Allura sighed and brought her hand to her head, drained.

The paladins all looked at each other and shrugged, leaving the princess to recuperate.

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.5

                                                 Part F I V E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: let’s reach for 100, as usual! i really hope you guys enjoy this part as well (bc i kinda really like this part). im so happy to write this series and it makes me happy that ya’ll totally encourage me on it!! 

Parts: one, two, three, four, fivesix, seveneight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                  I M A G I N E 

Helsinki, 18:28 P.M. (last day in Finland, concert day)

“Where the fuck is it?” Calum growled, throwing Ashton’s clothing up in the air as he dug through his things. You watched in fear as Michael, Luke, and Ashton watched with you. 

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I hated reading until...

“Father, I want to study law.”

I told him during dinner when I arrived from work. I embraced him when I assisted him to stand up because he couldn’t stand alone. I sort of succumbed to the enormousness of my thoughts. How on earth had this been possible? I didn’t know, the evening seemed to be as uncertain and as deep as my feelings. And so I did a little retroactive activity.

I remembered sixteen years ago I was ten. I didn’t know libraries exist. I wasn’t a fan of reading books. I was more of an outside kid. Although I liked going to school, I’d always look forward to trot into our home and change clothes to play games with friends and hunt bugs by catapulting stones into highrising trees in the neighborhood. When bugs plummeted from a towering tree behind the blazing sunlight, everyone got exhilirated.

I’d always hear my father reminding me to read books, but due to the inundating demands from outside home I must say I liked going outside more.. my father was persistent..he would remind me over and over again.

Once, I was helping my mother cook our lunch and I was called by my father. He was holding a thick old book. I supposed he was reading it, because there was a bookmark clasped in it. I was panting deep inside. Agitating thoughts flowed in my head in every inexplicable way. I sat down and waited. He asked me to pick up a science encyclopedia and read it aloud. And so I acquiesced. I was perspiring because when he opened the book and asked me to read, I didn’t know how to pronounce “fungi.” I would say it as is. Like “fuunngiii.”

My father got angry, and I was deeply quiet. Back then I didn’t particularly discern why he acted like that. I would always regard reading as a chore and I just couldn’t help but cry. If only I could play outside like I always do, I told myself.

Months passed and my father went busy supervising his vegetable business. And of course I continued playing and playing until I got tired. My friends got tired too. I guessed some things were bound to wane and fade away. I resorted to my instinct, I realized that I didn’t want to be reminded by my father anymore. I had a tiny paradigm shift and picked up a book because I got bored playing. The antique book didn’t have a cover, but I was fascinated by the sheer old smell of it, and the brownish stain that embraced it. And so I opened it and I started reading. I read it aloud alone chapter by chapter, and finished it. It was the start of everything. I finally needed nobody to tell me to read.

My father saw me and he kept working and years have passed I read classics and finished college with a degree in Literature. And I still couldn’t stop reading. I’m just in love with words.

Right now, he’s watching TV while playing Candy Crush in his tablet, it’s been his rapertoire since the day he got stroke. I’d always remind him to take his meds, I’d provide for him and I love him so much. I thank him because he gave me this gift that will never tarnish: the unending love for books…

When I told him that I wanted to study law, he couldn’t say a word.. All he did was to cry, and so everything had dovetailed to me..and I realized why he got angry when I pronounced the word “fungi” as is.

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Fic Request: 
“OML OKAY I HAVE A REQUEST IDEA!! So the reader is getting rly stressed about exams (seeing as it’s that season again ;-;) and ends up having a breakdown. Chica comes in and tries to cheer the reader up with cuddles and being cute but when that doesn’t work Chica finds mark and brings him to the reader to help and fluff happens :,)) I’m so sorry this is so long :,,,,,,)” 

Originally posted by fandomqueen18

The textbooks seemed to mock you. 
Nothing you read stayed in your mind. Words became fuzzled as you tried to get some kind of information from the books. 
You were already stressed about the upcoming exams, this bullshittery was just adding to the growing plate of anxiety. 
You shoved the textbook away in a fury of frustration. Tears stung your eyes but you refused to let them fall. 
Hurriedly brushing them away and breathing in a deep sigh. 
“I’m going to do fine,” You tried to reassure yourself. “It’s just a little test.  You’ve read through everything already. You know what it is.” 
But your words fell heavy as the crushing dread your situation flooded your mind. 
A quiet sob burst from your chest, and it seemed to be the breaking point. 
Tears streamed down your cheeks and you leaned back against your bed, stifling your sniffles in your knees as you curled into a ball. 

Unbeknownst to you, a particular fluffy canine had heard you. A black nose pushed against the small crack in your closed door and squeezed into the room. 
She was rarely allowed in your bedroom. Chica only came in when Mark allowed it or you would call her as she passed the door.
She stepped quietly towards you, surprising you with her wet nose prodding your arm. 
“Oh, Chica!” You sniffled, wiping away your tears. “Hey, girl. How’d you get in here?” 
Chica sat beside you, her tail wagging gently as her left paw came up to touch your hand. She then pushed her snout into your fingers and pressed her body against yours. 
You chuckled, still wiping away the tears. “I’m alright, girl. Just stressed.” 
You scratched her nose. Chica whined when you stopped and tried wriggling under your arm. 
“Chica, not now please.” You said, a little too firmly. “I’m not in the mood, girl.” 
You felt bad when Chica’s tail stopped moving, and she lifted her head from your lap. Looking at you almost reproachfully. 
You felt even worse when she turned and trotted out of your room, tail tucked under her belly. 
You tightened your hold on your legs. You hated crying. Especially at something stupid like school-work. 
It always came down to this. You breaking down over a test. It was a vicious cycle. 

“Chica what are you doing? Let go of my pants!” 
You looked up at Chica backed up into your room. Her jaws were clamped around a loose pair of trousers, which were being worn by her adoring owner, Mark. 
“Honestly. (Y/N) do you know why-” Mark halted when he saw you on the ground. Eyes red and swollen from crying, hiccuping with quiet sobs. 
“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked, moving by Chica (who had released his pants upon entering the room) and crouching beside her. “Are you ok?” 
You tried to nod, but the movement wasn’t very assuring when another burst of tears rolled down your face. 
“I-It’s just school-work.” You hiccuped, wiping your tears with your sleeve. “I-I don’t think I c-can do it? What if I fail?” 
Mark moved beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. 
“Don’t think like that,” He said softly. His arms enveloping you. “You’re smart. You’ll be able to beat this test easily. It’s just an exam, nothing you haven’t done before.” 
You shook your head, “But everything I read just-”
Mark hushed you, squeezing your shoulders. “It’s ok. Don’t worry about it now. Have a break, ok? Let’s go get something to eat, huh?” 
Mark shook your shoulders gently, rocking both of you side to side gently. As if soothing a child. 
Chica walked over Mark to get to you. Her nose pressing against your cheeks and her tail wagging madly as you stroked her head. 
“Ow, Chica that would be my dick!” Mark groaned with pain, moving Chica off his groin. Then spluttering as her tail slapped into his face. 
You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. Hugging Chica close as Mark pushed her off him, spitting fur and wiping it off his tongue. 
He half glared at Chica, but smiled when he saw her cuddle up to you. She collapsed into your lap and you ran your fingers through her fur. 
The stress of everything seemed to disappear as you patted the loving dog. Mark stayed with you, kicking the text-book away from you with a disgusted grunt.