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I’ve been cackling over this fanfic by @thereluctantinquisitor since yesterday, I had to draw something for it. Guys do yourself a favor and go read it (Sorry if I butchered your dialogues >_>) 

Submitted by @numinlavellanHI HELLO HAPPY BDAY HAVE SOME LOVABLE ASSHOLES <3

Adventure 1

Originally posted by dreamjades

The first installment is here! Please reblog to reach everyone and remember… don’t vote in the tags! We are counting replies only. Voting begins now and is open for the next 48 hours. Thank you to @xerxia31 for kicking this off. Here we go!


“Come on, Catnip. It’s the best of both worlds. We can still spend all summer together, like we planned, and make money too!” He’s pleading, and he never pleads. It’s irritating, and a little weird. I turn away from him, huffing, and he sighs. “At least look at the pamphlet,” he grumbles from behind me.

Gale Hawthorne and I have been best friends since I was twelve, and we’ve had hundreds of adventures together. But this isn’t one I’m interested in.

“Gale, no,” I mumble, stomping through the house towards the kitchen. Though his velvet tread is near silent, I know he’s following me.

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His Wife in Hiding

Warning: None

Word Count: 1933

Summary: Unbeknownst to many, Klaus Mikaelson is a married man but years ago, after an explosive falling out, she left Klaus and he’s been chasing her ever since. But when Klaus finds her hiding out in New Orleans…

Pairing: Reader x Klaus Mikaelson and Reader x Elijah Mikaelson (platonic)

Part Two

This morning had been extremely productive for you. You’d worked out, organized and cleaned your lavish apartment, you’d caught up on your favorite shows and successfully mastered the spells you’d been studying in your grandmother’s old grimoire and you’d done it all before the clock struck noon.

You’d practically raised Marcel so he allowed you to practice as much magic as you wished.  

You were in the parlor with a cup of tea and good book when you heard a knock at the door.

You flinched, startled. You rose from your seat with your brows furrowed. You so rarely received visitors and rarely left the house. Marcel’s men would gladly do you the favor of running your errands, hoping that it would bring them favor with Marcel and move them up in the ranks. After living a life such as yours so full of drama and despair this apartment, so peaceful and quiet had become your safe haven.

With caution you moved towards the door. You glanced through the peep hole and released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sighed in relief and threw the white double doors open with a flourish.  

“Hello, brother,” you said with a bright grin.

Elijah Mikaelson returned your smile wholeheartedly. “Sister,” he said in greeting. He looked you over, taking you in, in that over-protective, brotherly fashion of his. “Isolation has been good to you.”

I dipped my head in thanks. “I’m glad you think so.” You stepped aside so that Elijah could come in.

Elijah sauntered into the apartment. He was the only member of the Mikaelson family that could enter your apartment. In fact, he was the only Mikaelson who even knew that you had an apartment. The less people that knew your location the better.

You shut the doors behind him. Turning around you met his worry-filled gaze.

You cocked your head to the side, taking him in. He’d gotten here in a rush. You could tell from his heavy breathing and his tousled hair and clothing. Elijah Mikaelson was usually well put together and ready for anything. His hair was always well done without a flyaway in sight. His clothes were usually wrinkle-free and as immaculate as he was. Something was wrong and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.

You put your hands on your hips. “What is it, brother?”

“Klaus is in New Orleans.”

You sucked in a breath. Your heart hammering in your chest.

“He knows you’re here. You have to move. Now. If you want to escape.”

You moved around the apartment in a literal blur. You knew this day would come. No one and nothing could stay hidden forever. Especially not from a Mikaelson. Let alone from Klaus Mikaelson.

“He’s a hybrid now. He’s awoken his werewolf side.”

You swore under your breath as you gathered your necessities and most prized possessions.

“How did he find out?” you asked, on the verge of hysteria.

“One of the witches told him.”

Your blood began to boil beneath your skin. When you got the chance, when you returned to your home in New Orleans, you would hunt down that witch, feast on her flesh and use her bones for tooth picks. You shook your head as if shaking the thoughts of bloodlust and revenge out of your head. You needed to be of clear mind. You needed to be in top shape if you were going to do this.

When you’d packed the last of your things, you looked around the apartment with tears in your eyes. These walls had been the closest thing you’d had to a true home in centuries. It had been your safe haven after years of running from your former husband and now it was time to part ways. You’d prayed that this day would never come and now it was here.

Your future was a blank slate and you hated it. You preferred having a destination in mind when it came to running.

“Got everything?” Elijah asked.

You nodded, swallowing the bile that had risen in your throat.

Your former brother-in-law opened the door and waved you over to it.

You nodded again and picked up your full suitcases and headed out the door and into the warm sunshine. You inhaled the clean fresh air. It was a stark contrast to the stuffy air back inside but you would still miss it all the same.

Elijah took the suitcases from your hands and placed them into the trunk of an awaiting black sedan. “I’ve taken the liberty of procuring a car for you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You shook your head and laughed, “No. No I don’t mind.”

You ran to him, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck. “You are the best brother I’ve ever had, Elijah.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t you dare tell Kol I said that!” you threatened.

He laughed harder. “I won’t, I promise. I love you too, y/n. I wish that our time together wasn’t cut so short.”

“As do I,” you agreed. “I’ll let you know when I find a safe place.” You told him, stepping out of the embrace. “I only wish that I could tell Marcel goodbye and thank him for his hospitality.”

“I’ll give him your love,” he assured you, opening the passenger door for you. “I’ve compelled the driver to take you anywhere you wish.”

“You are too kind to me, brother. I don’t deserve you.”

He pecked you on the cheek as he ushered you inside the sleek vehicle. “Don’t talk like that. I love you. Stay safe.”

“You do the same. I love you.”

With some reluctance he closed the door and sent you off.

And then you were riding through the noisy, crowded streets of the French Quarter. You watched enviously as trumpets blared and people danced and sang and paraded down the streets and sidewalks like no one was watching. A pang of jealously hit you square in the chest. For a moment you decided that it wasn’t fair but then you remembered that it was your own fault. That’d you’d chosen this life and made this bed and now it was time to lay in it. You were just a moment ago, planning to feast on some poor witch’s flesh.

You leaned back against the soft leather seats.

“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked. It was the first time he’d spoke since you’d met him.

“The nearest airport please.” You told him in a small voice.

You still hadn’t figured out where you were going. Mainly because there was nowhere else you wanted to be. New Orleans was home. You wanted to go back to your apartment and reminisce about the good old days with Elijah. You wanted to baby and cook for Marcel. You were tired of running but you were tired of fighting too.

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the plush leather seats.

You were nearly asleep when the door opposite of you opened.

Your eyes flew open. You gasped in horror when you saw who’d just gotten in your car.

“Don’t I get a goodbye too, love?”

“Klaus,” you gasped.

“Calm down, my lovely. I only want to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you!” you spat.

“Good. Then you can sit here and listen.”

“And if I don’t want to?” you challenged.

“You want to keep running from me then go ahead,” he invited. “Be my guest. I’ll even give you a head start if that’s what you want.”

You folded your arms across your chest and gestured with your hand for him to go on.

He cleared his throat, dramatically.

You rolled your eyes in response.

He opened his mouth to speak but he let out a rare nervous laugh.

“What? You wanted to talk so talk.”

He rubbed at his beard. “I never thought I’d get this far,” he told you with a grin. “I’d dreamt of the day that I’d get to talk to you. To beg your forgiveness and now that we’re here, you’ve got me tongue-tied. Just like when we were kids.”

You turned away from him, biting your lip.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you and I’ll never stopped. The day you left was the day when immortality felt more like a curse than the gift I’d always made it out to be.”

“Why is that?” you asked him.

“Because what is the point of forever without you?”

You leaned your head against the window with a soft thud. “Don’t do this to me,” you whined. “We’re not good together Klaus.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth! Together we are chaotic and deadly and cruel and I don’t want to be that anymore!” You said turning to looked at him.

His eyes were clear, blue, calculating and smoldering, they raking over you with unmistakable hunger that sent chills down your spine. “Leave it to you to focus on the negative.”

“And leave it to you to be the one to act like the negative never happened.” You said throwing up your hands.

“I know what happened and I know what I did. What we did. But I would take it all back if I could, if it meant that you would come back to me or that you would have never left in the first place.” He inhaled running his hand through his curly, ginger brown hair. “We may have been chaotic, deadly and cruel but we were also happy and madly in love. We belong together, y/n. Don’t you see that? We were meant to be together, always and forever.”

“But at the expense of other people, Klaus.” You told him. Anything to keep from him how his words affected you. You loved it and hated it when he got all romantic like that. You wrapped your arms around yourself.

He sighed when, leaning back against the seat. “I can’t make you stay but I’m begging you not to go. Let’s work this out, my darling. I know we can. There is no way in the world that you could have forgotten how good we are together.”

You remained silent.

He put his face in his hands. “I won’t come after you if you choose to leave again. And if you decide to stay and you want to work this out, I’ll be staying at the old plantation. If you want to stay and live in peace…I’ll leave you be.”

He leaned in towards you.

Your breath caught.

He kissed your temple and then your cheek.

His lips were warm against your skin. You were relishing in the familiar sensation of his lips on you when he pulled away.

You sucked in a breath.

“Stop the car.” Klaus told the driver.

The car pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. Thankfully they hadn’t been moving very fast but that didn’t stop the drivers behind them from furiously honking their horns.

Klaus looked back at you one last time. You could see the fear in his eyes. You could tell that he thought this would be the last time he’d see you.

Klaus stepped out of the car and walked back in the direction of the French Quarter. You watched him through the back window until he disappeared from your line of sight.

“Ma’am?” the driver called, startling you.

“Yes?”

“Still to the airport?”

For a moment you couldn’t speak. You were so torn. “Yes…to the airport,” you said unsurely.

Author’s Note: I had such a good time writing this! Please let me know if you enjoyed this story and if you would be interested in reading a part two!

Part Two

Stupid Cold (Dean X Reader)

●Repost

Relationship : Dean Winchester X Reader

Warnings : demons, spanking,consensual sex , death,mentions of violence, graphic scenes.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

Summary : You’re a hunter, living with the boys in the bunker for some time now. Although you started as friends, soon enough friends with benefits, you and Dean finally decided to admit your feelings and became an item. The feeling is strong so you both get scared and react in different manners : you became overly attached and Dean feels suffocated. It should be one of your typical days but Dean has a cold , feels bad and snaps.
Lots of fluff and some makeup sex. Enjoy

CopyRight: I do not own Dean Winchester, Supernatural nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended .

Originally posted by littlehobbit13


Life hasn’t been that kind to you. A hunter your whole life and not by choice. Your parents were killed by an avenging spirit when you were only six. You don’t recall that day entirely, and nothing much from before actually… what you do remember is the wrinkled old man who got you out of the closet where you were hiding and said: ‘It’s alright kid, I’m here now’.

 He soon became your family and hunting with him your way of living. 

Losing him to werewolves broke your heart but you moved on burning his remains and drowning your sorrow in whiskey, at his favorite bar. If there’s one thing that he taught you besides being a skilled killer, that is to be strong and cold. 

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If you love her, don’t destroy her.

Don’t tighten your grip too much, don’t reason out and say you love her immensely and that you’re just afraid of losing her. Give her freedom to do the things that she wants, let her explore the world and try things all by herself, meet new people and meet new friends. Let her talk to her friends, even guy friends. You don’t have to worry because you got her, and she will be loyal to you and only you.

Let her believe in things she wants to believe. Accept that she will be different from you because she has her own views and firm principles. Listen to her endless political rants and how she’s annoyed with every problem of the society because she thinks she can’t do anything about it. Plus, don’t forget to support her feminist rants and her hate for misogynists and patriarchy. 

Never demand to be her number 1 priority. You must understand that before you, there’s family, studies, friends, and also herself (her dreams and goals). She must prioritize them first. Don’t make her feel like she’s doing something wrong just because she wants to study the whole night. You should not make her feel like she needs to let go one of her priorities for you. No way. Because if you value her happiness and if you really love her, you would never ask her to compromise and put you on top of her priorities. 

Don’t keep your relationship a secret. Why would you even ask her to be your girl if you can’t show her off? You’re just making her feel insecure about herself, thinking ‘is there something wrong with me’? Why can’t you be proud of her? If you really love her you won’t be reluctant to show her off. You’re constantly making her feel loved, sprouting poems and cheesy lines in secret but to others you treat her like nothing?

Don’t force her to do something she doesn’t want to do. Whether it maybe something intimate, or something simple. Just don’t. Respect her at all times.

Don’t lower her self-esteem. It maybe shallow to some but every words that comes out of your mouth, whether good or bad, she will always remember them. Let her have another serving of rice, eat chocolates and drink all the beer she wants.

Don’t be selfish. Let her enjoy. Don’t make her feel guilty for doing something that you didn’t approve of. You’re her boyfriend, not father. 

Never make her feel like she owe you something. Do things for her, because you want to. Not because you want her to do something for you in return. Never ever shove to her face all the things you did for her. 

Don’t let her sleep thinking she’s not enough. It will really hurt her when you let her sleep feeling unwanted. As much as possible, don’t give up and fix things because in the morning, I kid you not she will feel less important. 

Don’t hurt her. Physically and emotionally. Don’t shout at her, even if she’s annoying and gets on your nerve all the time. Trust me on this, one shout from you will really hurt her big time. She might smile but her eyes won’t. Not anymore. She will always remember how you raised her voice and how you were so soft to her back then. She will overthink and will be afraid to commit mistakes because you might get mad again.

So trust me when I tell you this, you might think she’s okay but she’s really not. If all you did was destroy her, you didn’t love her. She will now spend her nights, thinking of ways how to be happy for herself, without thinking how you made her feel. You made the girl who wants nothing but to make you happy, inferior, sad, and broken. 

You destroyed her. But now she’s picking up the broken pieces of her shattered self, and will fix it not for others but for herself. She’s chaotic; a beautiful disaster. But now she’s not your mess anymore.

You destroyed her, and now watch her be happy.

When You’re Both On Running Man and You Beg Him to Help You as You're Being Pinned Down By an Enemy Member (BTS)

Requested by a lovely anon <3

*Don’t own the gif/s yo*

Author: Taebaby

NAMJOON 남준: This would become his superhero moment. When he saw you lying on your side, calling out to him pitifully, with Jimin kneeling on top of you, he would go hulk and just straight tackle an unsuspecting Jimin off you

YOONGI 윤기: You’d think he’d be the most likely to abondon you, but it’s quite the opposite. He wouldn’t hesitate to come to your rescue (nearly kicking Taehyung off you and across the room) and would keep you close to him for the rest of the challenge

HOSEOK 호석:  Would fucking throw down with Seokjin in a heartbeat. ‘Even though its war, he will not allow his lady to be subjected to such barbaric treatment

SEOKJIN 석진:  Seokjin is a peaceful soul, yes, but he would not hesitate to demolish Hoseok if he ever saw him trying to pin you down (in any context, really). You’d have some solid backup in Jin

JIMIN 지민:  As much as he loved you, he would be reluctant to go against his respectable lead- just kidding, he’d fuckin chokeslam Namjoon if he ever caught him pinning you, lets be honest here

TAEHYUNG 태형: I feel like he’d be a bit extra with it and like pretend to abandon you there, while actually sneaking up on Yoongi, (who was too busy trying to take you down to notice) and tag his ass before he even knew what was up

JUNGKOOK 정국: I feel like this brat would abandon you for real, just cause it was funny lol. But he’d prob make up for it by avenging your disqualification by absolutely destroying whoever it was that took you out

the-jade-goblin  asked:

pssst... I'm sad and lonely ;~; do you have any cute pavellan fics?

Just for you <3 (Pavellan, approx 1800 words, most under the cut)


“I love you.”

Varlen smiled as Dorian’s gaze flicked up from his book, quartz-grey eyes bright like the stars hovering beyond the window. He had been in the process of getting dressed for bed when the stray volume had snagged his attention, resting absently on the corner table. In a half-aware stupor, he had started reading it with only part of his outfit unbuckled. Now the straps hung loose, metal clasps catching the wavering glow of the candles, reflecting sharp points of light onto the walls. They clinked as he turned to face Varlen, eyebrow arched.

“Is… something the matter?” Dorian asked, genuine concern tinging the words. He closed the book, slipping his thumb between the pages to mark his place. It was an unconscious gesture – little more than a force of habit. It was yet another thing Varlen adored. It had taken time, but he had finally started to notice more of the small things. Endearing things Dorian didn’t even realise he did.

“Does something need to be wrong for me to tell you that?” Varlen shook his head, chuckling from where he sat cross-legged on the bed. “Can’t I just feel affectionate?”

A smile tugged at the corner of Dorian’s mouth as he moved towards the bed with slow steps. But despite the warm expression, there was something off about him. Something that left a strange tightness in Varlen’s stomach that he couldn’t quite place.

“Well, I… appreciate it, amatus. I truly do.”

Nodding, Varlen tried to look encouraging. Bright, bubbly, happy. That was what he did, after all. Even though his guts had knotted inside him, he kept his face welcoming, lit with a smile. I shouldn’t have said that, he realised with creeping regret. That wasn’t…

Dorian sighed. A heavy, dead-weight sound as he slipped his thumb from the book and placed it on the small table beside the bed, abandoning it once more. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said suddenly, reaching up to rub his temples with his fingertips. “I am explicitly aware of my shortcomings, Varlen. You need not grin and bear it for my sake.”

Blinking, Varlen felt his bright expression shatter. It fell away in shards until all he was left with was his bare face and nothing to hide behind.

“No, I… it’s not that, Dorian. It’s fine, really! You know I sometimes just blurt things out. I’m sorry.”

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Also on the subject of Kelsox I’d like to clarify that I still love that quote from Bill Lawrence that I posted last week particularly bc it backs up what I’ve been saying all along, which is that Kelso and Cox are super compatible and the only thing that was in the way of them being outright friends before season eight was the chief of medicine job

drabble #8

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

◇ 1. “Don’t be stupid, I’m not leaving you.” + 2. “You really think I’m letting you do this?” + 5. “I love you more than you love me.” + 8. “No, I didn’t fall in love with you just to lose you.”

◇ Sehun x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ these were actually separate requests but they all went together sooo…. Here u go!!

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“You really think I’m letting you do this?” Sehun’s voice is filled with anger, jaw clenched and eyes pitch black. You almost shiver from fear, but even in your state you know that he would never hurt you.

The vampire in question huffs, crossing the room in a few strides to remove your hand from the suitcase filled with some of your belongings. “You really think I’m gonna let you leave me? No, I didn’t fall in love with you just to lose you.”

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not leaving you,” you say, folding your arms in annoyance. “I’m just gonna stay at Rosè’s for a while. I think - I think it’s best if we take a break.”

“A break?” He echoes, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance and confusion as he stares down at you. He speaks as if the concept is completely alien to him, which it might as well be. “Why exactly do we need a break? We’re mates - we don’t need breaks.”

You let out a frustrated sigh, avoiding his eyes as you abandon your suitcase and focus in the argument at hand. “I love you more than you love me, Sehun-”

“What?” His eyes widen, “Why - where did you hear that? How could you think that I don’t love you?” It almost surprises you how the usually cold vampire grasps your wrist with such tenderness, leading you over to his desk and easily lifting you and setting you down.

“Why would think that, my love?” He asks, grasping your chin gently so that you could meet his eyes as he moves in between your legs. “Have I done something wrong? Have I not proved how much I love you?”

You seem reluctant to tell him, but after he raises his eyebrows again, you can only sigh, looking down at the ground as you begin to tell him what had happened. “I was at my aunt’s house a few days ago - and you know how it is with witches and vampires… She started blabbing about how mates were probably fake and made up because you probably don’t love me anyway - and I know I shouldn’t believe her but… I don’t know, I grew up with her and I trusted her-”

“And now you think we need a break,” he finishes with a sigh, gently rubbing up and down your cheek. “Okay, then. If you want a break, I’ll give you a break.”

“No,” you shake your head as you realise how wrong you were. Your head was clouded with wrong judgements, and you didn’t know it until now. “I don’t want a break. Not from you, at least. Everything else? Yeah.”

“We have a house by the beach,” Sehun suggests against your hair, pressing a kiss there as he sways you back and forth, “When do you want to go?”

“Now, please,” you breathe as he pulls away, his lips so close yet so far from your own, “Take me away.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

“In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you”



I was pretty reluctant on posting this. I actually did and deleted shortly after.
But after the work my friends had to convince me to upload it someplace… oh, well… Let’s give it a shot. ._.

Light Side Jedi Knight x Lana Beniko. 


I really love them together because they have a huge character development together, even if they don’t agree - and they pretty much don’t, and do at the same time. Both are very pragmatic and have so much to learn from one another… I just wanted to capture a sweet and sincere moment (yet another).


I don’t know but, whoever it is, when I find them I’m going to beat that person senseless. Why? Because when they wrote that book, they obviously forgot to put the warning on the front. And now I’ve spent my life having that job. “Warning: real love may come with extraordinary amounts of sadness, depression and self-loathing.” Love can make you a reluctant existentialist.
—  Ryan Adams re: the question, “Who wrote the book of love?“ (Guardian Q&A, Nov 2008)
Fix Your Attitude: Chapter 36 (NSFW)

Read on AO3.
Part 35 here.
Part 37 here.

Summary:  If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.

Words: 7000 (WOWOWOWOWOWOW)

Warnings: violence, choking, ash pit sex

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N:  Hello and welcome to the longest chapter I’ve ever fucking written in my life AHHHHHHH I am so sorry. I hope y'all enjoyed it and that all of it seemed necessary. To be honest, maybe it’s good I had two weeks to write this, because I’m not sure if I could have cranked this out in just one. The support I get from y'all is so incredible and I’m thankful for it every day. I still can’t believe my silly little story has people so engaged at all–but I do work hard and I’m glad that y'all enjoy it. I love you so much! Two chapters left! <3

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No one can tell me that Ford and Stan don’t keep each other up at night with terrible puns and jokes.

Just imagine it. 

  • Terrible whispered jokes and muffled laughter as they told bad jokes late into the night though they had school in the morning. 
  • Stan making a whole book of name puns, listing which Ford deemed over used and which are hilarious no matter what. 
  • Ford claiming he hates the puns but he is the pun master out of the two of them. 
  • Meanwhile Stan is just good at filling the void with cringe worthy jokes or situational puns about a few minutes too late when they are no longer needed. 
  • Now that they are reunited fully, you know they have forty years of bad jokes and puns to bother each other with. 
  • And Stan kind of gets some of his science and code type puns after 30 years of self-teaching himself this stuff. 
  • “I can’t STAN this anymore, Ford! We are going no where.”
  • “Oh, toughen up Stan. Thought you lived FORD adventure” 
  • “…”
  • *proceed to crack up laughing on the deck of the Stan O’ War*
  • i just need terrible jokes and puns from terribly wonderful old men. 
Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu LOVE! Game - Cuddle Everyone

The Defense Club mini collection translations are (un)officially complete! ^o^ Huge thanks to everyone else who’s translated bits of the mini collections as well :)

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  • New Good Omens fan: OMG eeee an adaptation is coming out it's totally been announced guys LOOK there's a link and everything oh GOSH OH GOSH OH GOSH
  • Old Good Omens fan: *silently passes around popcorn and beer to drown out the agony of cautious optimism cowering in the corner like a dog whose chain has been yanked one million times too often*