maybe a kidney

A Nice Evening

Fandom: Marvel      Genres: mild violence, swearing, action

Summary: Based on: “Imagine Loki beating up your ex.” by @thefandomimagine

A/N: I’ve made the ex a man, because I doubt Loki would beat a woman.

Word count: 1,120


Originally posted by spindle-berry

Knocking on the door, Loki couldn’t help but notice the dirt covering the narrow corridor and some cigarettes left in the flower pot. The flower was long dead so it didn’t really matter. Loki thought that people were barbarians indeed, no matter how hard his brother tried to convince him otherwise.

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Death in Astrology

The 8th house is ruled by Pluto, the God of the underworld. Planets in the 8th could give an idea of how death could be. This isn’t exact and I just take a few traits to make this post, so please don’t take it literally. Also, this could be interpreted as a symbolic death.

Sun in the 8th house: natural death. maybe involving exertion or heart problems. A “dramatic” death or very spoken about.

Moon in the the house: death by emotional/mental or physical weakened health, maybe involving depression or stomach problems. Death at home.

Mercury in the 8th house: death by mental breakdown/deterioration or hypertension, maybe involving breathing problems. A modest and not dramatic death.

Mars in the 8th house: death by extreme circumstances or accidents, maybe involving fire. A sudden and violent death.

Venus in the 8th house: death by body problems, maybe involving kidneys and intestines. Could be a peaceful death or an unpleasantness one.

Jupiter in the 8th house: death by overindulgence and bad habits, maybe involving substances or alcohol. Death away home, gradual.

Saturn in the 8th house: death by bones injuries, maybe involving the spine or degenerative demises. A difficult and slow death.

Uranus in the 8th house: death by unusual causes, maybe involving rare diseases. A sudden and confusing death.

Neptune in the 8th house: death by substances or alcohol, maybe involving self-destruction or water (e.g., drowning). A unaware and painless death.

Pluto in the 8th house: death under mysterious circumstances. A violent or confined death.


Despite going to bed late, I knew I needed this morning workout. It was a rough weekend which hasn’t ended yet but that’s life sometimes. 😏

At least my food and workout were good 👌🏼
Hope you’re all having a good Monday ☀️


Happy birthday @snogfairy <3<3<3 Have a lovely rest of your day!

Lucy wakes up confused and warm, her head aching with what she already knows is a nasty hangover. Groaning, she rolls over, nearly falling off the couch. She catches herself at the last second, swearing under her breath before sitting up. She sniffs, squinting at the harsh light of the morning sun, and frowns when she hears something sizzling. Curious, Lucy wonders is Cana stayed the night, considering she always ends up on the couch when that happens. Lucy stands on wobbly legs, making her way to the kitchen slowly, grumbling to herself about never drinking again.

It’s not Cana in the kitchen.

Lucy freezes at the threshold, blinking rapidly when she notices a man standing in front of her stove. His back is to Lucy, and it’s a very nice, well-muscled back. Her eyes trace his form, a brow quirking when she sees pink hair something dark poking through the strands. He hums to himself and Lucy shakes her head, amused to see her supposed one-night-stand cooking breakfast.

She’s about to call out to him when she notices a weird, circular shape on her kitchen floor, chalk smeared across the tiles. Now that she’s looking, she can see that her kitchen is an absolute disaster. There’s a large crack in her table and one of the chairs is laying in a pile, completely splintered.

What the fuck?

Mystery man turns around, smiling when he sees her. “Mornin’, Sunshine!” he greets, grin revealing a row of wicked, sharp teeth. Lucy glances down at his toned chest, gaze following the outline of his stomach muscles. He clears his throat suddenly, and Lucy’s eyes snap back up. He quirks a brow and that’s when Lucy notices the spiraled horns poking out from his messy hair.

Is that some kind of roleplay thing? Did she bring home some guy with a fantasy kink?

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“I love to dance. It started when the band where in Berlin. Also one of the most fun things to do on a tour, was finding an awesome club, usually with Fighting Fintan Fitzgerald and Anton Corbijn who also likes to get down on the dancefloor.”

Time Out

Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader
Summary: After weeks of far too many nursing shifts, McCoy whisks his wife away for a weekend of relaxation.
Word Count: 2948
Warnings: No plot. Fluff.
Rating: PG-13? I don’t know.
Note: So, not my usual style and not too sure about this. Reader insert (or maybe it’s an imagine, I don’t know) and fluff aren’t my thing but, uh, here you go? Happy birthday, Jo! (@star-trekkin-across-theuniverse​) 

Originally posted by kimmiearrington89

“Let’s go,” Leonard McCoy said, grabbing you by the arm and putting the chart you had just picked up back on the counter in one smooth motion as he half-steered and half-dragged you down the hall. You stumbled after him as his long legs outpaced you, but your husband had a firm grip and wasn’t letting go.

“The staffing clerk wanted to talk to me–” You managed to yank your arm out of his grip and watched him continue a few paces down the hall before realizing he had lost something. He stopped and looked back at you, frowning as he retraced his steps.

“She can go fish. We discussed this last night.” He slid his arm around your waist and waited for you to stop resisting. It wasn’t like you wanted another shift anyway, you just didn’t enjoy being kidnapped off your unit. At the elevators, Leonard punch the elevator button and leaned against the wall. You could see the bags under his eyes from his own patient overload. He pulled you close and rested his forehead on yours. “Sorry, Sweetheart, I just want to get the hell out of here before–”

“Oh, there you are! I thought you were going to stop by–”

Leonard glared over your head at the clerk and punched the elevator button again. “The answer is no.”

“Excuse me?” The clerk’s expression vacillated between affronted and scared, eventually settling on the latter. It was no secret at the hospital that a scowling Leonard McCoy was not to be trifled with. Actually, it wasn’t much of a secret among his family either.

“You’re going to ask her to work another shift and give up her weekend. Well, you can damn well ask someone else. She’s taking the weekend off and that’s that.” This time he punched the elevator button with enough force that the clerk flinched. “What the hell is taking so long?”

“I wouldn’t normally ask, but I’ve already asked everyone else–”

“Then ask them again. She’s worked 72 hours every week for the last month. I know for a damn fact other nurses have had more time off even with the overcrowding so find someone else.” The elevator opened and Leonard guided you inside before stepping in himself and hitting the button for the parkade level. “Damn town is full of nurses sitting on their asses. Go get one of them, this one’s taking a four-day weekend.”

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so it seems all ‘bendy with a wrench’ pins have this ‘LIVE AREA’ printing error, and all i can do is laugh

oh I had a thought last night

I was just kind of thinking about my headcanons for the reasons why trolls’ tears are their blood color

I imagined it was something along the lines of, troll bodies produce far too much of the pigment which colors their blood such a vibrant color

So to avoid buildup, the extra pigment is added to every body fluid, tinting it that color. From tears to urine to genetic material. Possibly sweat, as well

Since troll blood is often used as dye and paint, it probably doesn’t wash out or fade easily, like a strong dye. Human blood turns a desaturated brown color when it’s dried, so in order to be used as a saturated dye, troll blood would likely wind up drying in it’s saturated state

Though I imagine modern blood-based paints have chemicals and such added to them to increase the brilliance of the color and to help preserve it

Since urine is probably one of the major forms of ridding the body of extra pigment, a dehydrated troll might have to worry about the included risk of the pigment building up in their body/kidneys/whatever

I HC that troll organs and such are grey, but maybe healthy kidneys are a desaturated shade of their blood color. Unhealthy kidneys would be a brighter shade, indicating buildup and malfunction of the kidneys or frequent dehydration

anonymous asked:

Hey Sasuke ^_^ Could you maybe tell me about a time when you were sick and your brothers had to take care of you?


“Everything is fine, enough about us, how was the conference?” Shisui asked, tapping his finger annoyingly on the table. Madara couldn’t help looking at it tap away. To the extent that he had to grab fork. Attempting to stab it in Shisui’s finger, he almost made it, if it wasn’t for Shisui’s fast reflexes.

“Asshole!” He hissed.

“Excuse me?” Itachi asked, causing Shisui to immediately look back at the image of Itachi on the laptop, via Skype.  

“Not you, Madara tried to stab me with a fork”

“Worth it” Madara smirked smugly, “So speaking of conferences, did you choke during your lecture on…whatever the fuck it was?”

Itachi looked at Shisui before shaking his head slightly, wondering why he was even dealing with Madara’s bullshit.

“How is everybody back home? Did Obito have a pleasant flight home?”

“No, the plane was cancelled and I had to take the train instead” Obito said as he walked passed the dining table into the kitchen to grab a bottle of coconut water before walking towards the table to look at Itachi, “It has been a while, you have been away from home…it is good you are leaving your comfort zone”

“What do you mean ‘comfort zone’? I didn’t leave Konoha for the past years because of Sasuke, this time you guys insisted I left, Madara even bought my plane ticket”

“And I have not been bitched around for 1 day, best 200 bucks I spend” Madara smirked, but got smacked on the back of the head by Shisui, who immediately had to back off to avoid a bitch clap.

“Do you see why I am concerned?” Itachi shoved his bangs out of his face.

“So, since Itachi is gone for the weekend, I think a house party will totally-” Izuna stopped talking upon seeing all three brothers giving him a certain look. Izuna understood throughout the years as ‘Shut the fuck up Izuna, you are messing everything up!’

“He is joking” Shisui instantly said.

“Hey Itachi!” Izuna grabbed the laptop from the table and held it in front of him. “Can I borrow your white shirt with that nice collar? Since you won’t be wearing it this weekend anyway”

“Why are you asking? You are going to take it anyway” Itachi asked.

“I’ll take that as a yes” Izuna smiled.

“Izuna, where is Sasuke?”

“School?” Izuna seemed to be thinking very deeply.

“It is 3PM on a Saturday, c’mon, if he is still sleeping then take me up to his room and turn the volume up to the loudest setting…add some speakers too, I want to make sure he is listening when I am scolding him”

“Oh, I wanna see that, no, I got to see that” Madara said.

“I do want to film this” Obito said, looking at Shisui.

“Only serves him right for being so lazy” Shisui stood up from his chair and followed his brother up the stairs to Sasuke’s room. Izuna kicked the door open and presented the laptop in his hands as if it was baby Simba from the Lion King.

“What…?” The voice sounded sore and soft. Sasuke slowly tilted his head. He was pale, sweaty and there were red circles around his eyes. There was a moment of silence.

“I can’t see him, Izuna?” Itachi asked, though Izuna threw the laptop on the desk.

“A dead body!” Izuna shouted.

“Holy fuck, Sasuke, what happened?” Shisui sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around Sasuke, pulling him close to him so he was sitting half up.

“I…caught a cold”

“You got aids, buddy!” Madara said, even though it wasn’t the time to laugh. Obito and Izuna couldn’t hold back.

“How did this happened? You were fine yesterday when we drove Itachi to the airport!”

“He is…allergic for not being around Itachi?” Izuna asked. Shisui’s eyes widened recalling the moment he had parked the car and Sasuke coughed in the backseat. Itachi was about to turn around, but Shisui told him to get out and go on his plane because he was- according to Shisui- seeking for an excuse to stay. Little did he know that one cough was the indication that…could have prevented the dead corpse in his hands right now. He could already imagine how angry Itachi would be at him…how he would get blamed…damn this!

“We got to bring him to a doctor, I don’t trust this one bit” Obito commented.

“Should we call Itachi?” Izuna asked

“No!” Shisui shouted, surprising the others, “Damn, if Itachi knew this would happen and I pushed him away, he will blame me for it!”

“So what are you suggesting?” Obito looked confused.

“To let him die?” Madara guessed.

“No, no…we…we will bring him to a doctor…we just won’t tell Itachi!”

“Bad move, the nearest hospital is downtown and that is where Itachi works, I bet if a coworker sees ‘Uchiha Sasuke’ they will immediately contact Itachï” Izuna stated.

“How about we drive to another city?” Obito suggested.

“Who knows the connections Itachi has? Don’t trust any legitimate doctor! They are all connected to him…with some…weird…group chat…or some shit”  Madara said.

“Maybe…he will just get better with sleep? Right…Sasuke?” Shisui looked down.

“He…He passed out…” Madara commented, putting his hand on Sasuke’s forehead. “He is warm…”  

“Shisui, I know you don’t want Itachi to know and stuff, but…what if this is serious? Would you rather have Itachi be angry at you and make sure Sasuke is fine, or have Itachi never talk to you again and burry Sasuke’s body?”  Obito asked.

“The second one does sound a lot more appealing” Shisui said outloud.

“What…neh…but…Neehh~”  Madara folded his arms.

“Say something!”

“What if I said that…I know this guy, he is not legally a doctor, but…he is a doctor”

“An immigrant that yet has to get his licence evaluated?” Shisui asked, hoped filled his eyes.

“Kinda…” Madara sounded doubtful, “Either way, he seems like a…decent guy”

“Fine! We bring him to that guy!” Shisui stood up and wrapped the blankets around Sasuke before titling him up.

“Shisui…this is Madara we are talking about!” Obito looked surprised.

“And for once in my life, I am ready to trust him!”

“Do you care that little about Sasuke?” Izuna asked, going through Sasuke’s stuff on his desk

“No…I am just that afraid of Itachi…” Shisui admitted.


“Is…is this the place?” Shisui looked unsure as Madara stopped the car.

“He said to meet on the 13th floor, that is probably his apartment” Madara parked the car.

“So…doesn’t this look like some shady ass neighbourhood?” Obito asked.

“Good call, you stay in the car and make sure nobody steals it” Madara said and stepped out.

“I am not gonna carry him” Izuna pushed Sasuke on Obito before stepping out.

“Weakling” Shisui  said, causing Izuna to turn around and grab Sasuke.

“Watch me! I am the strongest motherfucker ali-” He dropped Sasuke, causing his legs to be out of the car and his torso still half in. “I am weak, okay? Nothing wrong with that” Izuna walked away, causing Shisui to shake his head.

“Where…where are we?” Sasuke whispered, his eyes half lidded and falling close again.

“Don’t worry, princess, everything is going to be okay” Shisui said, titling him up.

“Where is niisan?” Sasuke muttered, his arms wrapped around Shisui’s neck, “Niisan…”

“You don’t need him, this is going to be over in no time” Shisui said, but the looks both Madara and Izuna gave him did not seem…well, they didn’t seem to believe in Shisui’s bullshit.

“So who is this guy?” Izuna asked as he walked inside the apartment block and stepped into the elevator.

“I don’t personally know him, I know him from somebody who knew somebody who had his number”

“So…it is like a blind date with a ugly person?” Izuna commented.

“Did…did…somebody feed Sasuke yet?” Madara asked.

“…that is a problem for later” Shisui stated.

They walked out if the elevator and a man was standing in front of a door. He was holding a cool box and was wearing a hoodie and sunglasses.

“Are you the doctor?” Shisui asked. The man looked up and said something in a foreign language that sounded eastern European.

“…I…I don’t speak…whatever you are speaking” Shisui said.

“Doctor?” Izuna asked trying to imitate a surgeon.

“Yes, yes!” The man said, mimicking what appeared to be butcher. Shisui looked at the man before looking at Sasuke.

“Is he…really…a doctor?” He whispered to Madara.

“He said yes” Madara said “That must be his apartment” The man suddenly knelt down and held a pin in his hand as he cracked the door open. “He probably just lost his key”

He indicated for the others to come in and he immediately went to the bathroom, he opened the cool box and put the sacks of ice in the tub.

“Body…here…” The man said, saying more words in his native tongue.

“Don’t you first want to examine him?” Shisui asked.

“Dude, he is the doctor, don’t question him, it is rude” Izuna said.

“I don’t think…we should put him in a tub with ice”

“No, no, ice good…kill bacteria!” The man said, throwing his hands in the air for some apparent reason.

“Just do what he says” Madara said. Shisui hesitated, but then put Sasuke down in the bathtub right on the ice. The man said some more things in his native tongue, but the Uchihas were just staring at him, no idea what he was trying to say.

“Kidney?” Shisui guessed and the man nodded.

“His kidneys are fine” Izuna said.

“Yeah, both are fine” Madara added. The man nodded, indicating for them to go.

“When do we get him back?” Shisui asked.

“2 hours, max!” The man said as he then closed the door behind Izuna.

“Okay…his methods are probably just old fashioned” Shisui tried to calm himself.

“Yes…probably, weird guy” Madara said as he pressed the button on the elevator that closed the doors.

“I liked that guy” Izuna stated.


“Yeah, not everyday you get so much money handed to you for nothing!” Izuna revealed the stacks of money in his hands, causing both Shisui and Madara to look at the money before looking at one another.

“That seems like…twenty-five thousand bucks…” Shisui whispered.

“That is value of a kidney”

“Maybe it is meant as bail, until we get Sasuke back…though…I rather hold onto this money-”

“WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO THAT ROOM!” Shisui shouted as Madara repeatedly pressed the 13 button.

“He is cutting him open!” Madara shouted.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” Shisui ran out of the elevator as soon as the door opened and tried to open the door of the apartment, but it was locked.

“Kick it open!” Madara hissed.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” Shisui shouted, kicking the door three times before it finally opened.

“Sasukeeee!!” Both Shisui and Madara were panting, but they seemed relieve the moment they saw the man unconscious on the floor.

“‘Vy prodayete yego pochki’ translates to ‘Are you selling his kidneys’!” Sasuke was shouting, though his shouting sounded like the normal volume of talking.

“You gotta hand it to him…sick as fuck and still kicking ass” Madara patted Shisui’s shoulder, “This is all your fault, buddy”

“I am so…so…soooo~ sorry” Shisui grabbed the blanket from the ground and wrapped it around Sasuke before embracing him tightly. “I was being selfish and stupid and I brought you into danger-”

“Nah, I knocked him out as soon as I woke up and saw him try to cut me with a scalpel,” Sasuke whispered, wrapping his arms around Shisui.

“I am sorry…” Shisui said, “Let’s go home, I will put an extra blanket on you and make you soup and call a real doctor” Shisui promised, Sasuke nodded, “Carry me-”

“You just knocked a guy out and you want to get carried to the ca-” Shisui stopped talking when he had to catch Sasuke’s body since he fainted, “Okay…no questions asked”

“Izuna, leave the cash, it is considered stealing if we haven’t given the man any good functioning kidneys”

‘I will give mine!”  Izuna protested.

“Leave. The. Cash.That is final” Madara sounded moody.


“Okay, okay, I forgot the number of the family doctor, but I think it written somewhere with the emergency numbers-” Shisui stopped talking hearing Izuna suddenly scream. He shared a look with Madara, who then walked to the living room. Another scream was heard. Shisui swallowed.

“Hold him,” He said to Obito pushing Sasuke towards him before slowly walking towards the living room, he opened the door and the moment he entered the room a hand grabbed him by his throat and pushed him against the wall.

“You motherfucker” Itachi said as he narrowed his eyes. Shisui’s eyes widened and he was about to scream, but he managed to hold back.

“How…do you know?” Shisui asked, gasping for air when Itachi let go.

“Next time when you let Izuna hold a laptop, don’t let him keep it on, I saw everything, I heard everything! But this time there is no mute button to be accidently pressed!”

“We brought him to a doctor…sort of…” Madara argued.

“Man, guys what an adventure it was, a random guy trying to cut out Sasuke’s kidneys for money, ha, I can’t believe he almost got away with it” Obito said as he entered the living room, “Sasuke, don’t tell Itachi, alright?” He said as he seemed to ignore everyone in the room, until he had put Sasuke down on the couch and turned around.

“Holy shit, Itachi…how did you get here so fast?” Obito’s eyes widened, “I…I was not in on this all…so you know…”

“My sweet little brother! What have they done to you?!” Itachi pushed Obito aside and embraced Sasuke, he was quiet for 20 whole seconds before turning his head around and glaring at the others. “He is unconscious…you bastards”

All four swallowed loudly in fear.

oxoxoxox special thanks to @failureoftheyear 0x0x0x0x

anonymous asked:

I always have wondered if Vegeta and Bulma slept together or separated hahah this is weird. But what's your theory?

Pre-Buu Saga, I think they slept separately besides one or two times where Vegeta MIGHT (MIGHT might!!!) have drifted off after doing the horizontal tango with Bulma (whether it’s in Bulma’s room or his space in the GR).

Once they’re married Buu Saga+, I see them sharing a bed.  But LOOK at how Bulma sleeps!

Bulma’s, um, relaxed sleeping style might cause some issues at first before they figure out how to make it work.  Vegeta’s constantly awoken from arms smacking him in the face or being kneed in the kidney.  Maybe she even accidentally kicks him out of bed if he’s asleep and vulnerable on his side by the edge, so Vegeta is again awoken by his face hitting the carpet.  In the morning, Bulma notices Vegeta passed out on the floor again by their bed.  She figures it’s some weird macho thing where he thinks the bed is too “soft” for a “cold, hard warrior” like himself, so she doesn’t question it.  And Vegeta’s too proud to tell her the truth.

Though Bulma can’t have ALL the bad sleep habits.  So imagine Vegeta, after a hard day of training, leaping into bed as DRAMATICALLY AS POSSIBLE like the drama prince he is like:

causing Bulma to be launched off the bed and her protests aren’t even heard because he’s already asleep the moment his face hits the pillow.

Injured tailbone, skin infection on nose, probable tonsillitis, and a UTI/maybe recurring kidney infection.

At the same time.

What the fuck did I do to deserve this?

I see a lot of visual ref on how to push expressions and thats great but to truly understand expressions its not always about BIGGER. or PUSHED FURTHER. its about what you want to communicate based on the characters thought process - the hardest thing to do is the subtle movements but they can be the most meaningful. 

Someone being angry isint always a shouting mouth and furrowed brows, its the way the shoulders can tense and the eyes can narrow as someone struggles to hold their composure . Being in love isint always rosey cheeks and an embarrassed face its about how a character plays with their hands while talking and how they can look at someone with a focus that says they’re the only one in the world. If you nail those harder tells of emotion and expression then you will hold the world of acting in your hand ( and also tell me how to do it because im still practicing ) 

Reference all the expressions you can , but make your choices from that deep down heart area !   ( maybe below the cockles of the heart , maybe in the sub cockle area ..maybe in the liver , maybe in the kidneys..maybe even in the colon. we dont know )