mr fear

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I was tagged by @asilversnake to list 9 movies I can watch over and over again (thanks! ^^). In no particular order:

  1. Primal Fear (1996)
  2. Before I Disappear (2014)
  3. The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)
  4. The Machinist (2004)
  5. Lilting (2014)
  6. Fight Club (1999)
  7. Kill Your Darlings (2013)
  8. Upstream Color (2013)
  9. Donnie Darko (2001)

Honourable mentions (I’m making this part up since picking 9 was really hard): The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012), Half Nelson (2006), Ex Machina (2015), Nightmare Code (2014), Cloud Atlas (2012)

Alright, I tag @double-0-8, @some-trace-of-her, @fee95​, @boffin1710, @axolotlotl if you want to do it/haven’t already. (:

For all who excused Mr. Trump’s rhetoric in the campaign as just talk, the reckoning has come. I hope it isn’t true, but I fear Mr. Trump is nearing or perhaps already beyond any hope of redemption. And now the question is will enough pressure be turned to all those who enable his antics with their tacit encouragement. There has been a wall of unbending support from virtually every Republican in Congress, and even some Democrats. Among many people, this will be seen as anything approaching acceptable. And mind you, talk is cheap. No one needs to hear how you don’t agree with the President. What are you going to do about it? Do you maintain that an Administration that seeks to subvert the protections of our Constitution is fit to rule unchecked? Or fit to rule at all?
—  Dan Rather
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I watch the best series ♡.

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Hey you know that weird blonde mentor guy who’s a terrible influence on children always wears a suit and likes being unreasonably overdramatic? Yeah

  • Yoongi: Well, the rest of the world isn't in love with Jungkook like I AM!
  • Jungkook: You're in love with me?
  • Yoongi: Unless you're not in love with me. Then I take it back, because, you know... I'm cool.

I looked at Zann, and saw that he was past conscious observation. His blue eyes were bulging, glassy, and sightless, and the frantic playing had become a blind, mechanical, unrecognisable orgy that no pen could ever suggest.

A sudden gust, stronger  than the others, caught up the manuscript and bore it toward the window. I followed the flying sheets in desperation, but they were gone before I reached the demolished panes. Then I remembered my old wish to gaze from this window, the only window in the Rue d'Auseil from which one might see the slope beyond the wall, and the city outspread beneath. It was very dark, but the city’s lights always burned, and I expected to see them there amidst the rain and wind. Yet when I looked from that highest of all gable windows, looked while the candles sputtered and the insane viol howled with the night-wind, I saw no city spread below, and no friendly lights gleaming from remembered streets, but only the blackness of space illimitable; unimagined space alive with motion and music, and having no semblance to anything on earth.

The Music of Erich Zann - H. P. Lovecraft (1921)

Pidge’s Garden

Building off an idea from my Allura + Earth post

  • When Pidge comes home from space, she declares that she wants her own garden.
  • (Matt laughs at this because Pidge?? outdoors??? until he realizes she’s dead serious. Shiro doesn’t laugh because he values his life.)
  • So while Mrs. Holt figures out how she’s gonna get her family and Shiro treated for space-related PTSD (does she call NASA, or???), Pidge starts clearing out the yard.
  • Shiro and Matt and Commander Holt end up helping because being rooted to the earth is good for their trauma.
  • Then Pidge runs out and buys a bunch of plant books and does crap loads of plant research for weeks until she’s FINALLY ready.
  • She buys seeds. She plants them.
  • She stays outside watching them for days until buff!Matt picks her up and carries her off. “You’re gonna get sunburned, Katie.”
  • “Patience yields focus,” Shiro says. Pidge tells him to shut the quiznak up.
  • AND THEN ONE MORNING PIDGE GOES OUTSIDE AND THERE ARE SPROUTS
  • SHE RUBS HER EYES A FEW TIMES, THEN RUNS HOLLERING INTO THE HOUSE
  • (There is a confused moment where everyone thinks it’s aliens and Mrs. Holt fears for their collective sanity)
  • AND SHE DRAGS MATT AND SHIRO OUTSIDE AND POINTS TO HER LITTLE SPROUTS, AND SHE’S SO HAPPY SHE’S CRYING. THEY LIVE!
  • From that point on she becomes Gardener Extraordinaire
  • feeding her plants the good soil, watering them, shielding them from excess rain and heat
  • She even makes a little water feeder for bees
  • Before long, the Holt + Shiro family residence is surrounded by flowers
  • There are flowers in window planters and in vases and pressed in books
  • There are fresh vegetables and fresh herbs and fresh tea
  • And the nightmares of darkness and imprisonment and torture and war are slowly replaced by dreams of beautiful gardens
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If we are to survive this experience, if our cause is to survive, some of us must find a way to keep our wits about us on behalf of those who cannot. See the truth ahead of us through the fear and the haze. Mr. Silver, I fear, is compromised in this regard. At this moment I find myself in need of a new partner.

3 Billion Dollars [Part 3] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by yuijiyong

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t go exactly the way he hoped.

Genre: dis one be angst

Warnings: this does mention violence and contains swearing just so you know

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15}

A/N: Okay so this one gets a little intence. I hope you guys like it. Sorry for the slow updates, school work takes up most of my time. Like always requests are open, and I love hearing feedback. 

P.S. this gif kills me

not my gif 

~Admin Brooklyn

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Eight Years Later

College took way longer than expected. Coming back home from college was hard. Everything seemed different. It didn’t mean that you didn’t visit while you were in college, but everything seemed to change from the last time you visited. Everything had this scary calm tone to it. Mornings were good, comforting and warm, but calm. Usually (Y/B/N) would have some exciting news, but not now. Now he just sat quietly, staring at your dad. Your dad was quiet, which wasn’t unusual, but he seemed sad and depressed, which was different. Your mother also seemed down, although she hid it. It was the calm before the storm.

You were in your room when everything started. Night had already fallen and you were working on your job resume. Music was playing out of our small speaker, just like it normally would. Everything else in your house was quiet, though. Your parents were downstairs, and they didn’t seem to make any noise, neither did your brother who was in his room. You didn’t mind how quiet it was. You were too busy working anyways.

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Your parents froze as a knock sounded against the front door. Your father walked towards the door. He carefully eyed the staircase for any sign of you or your brother. A sigh left his lips as he swung open the door. Mr. Kwon stood on the other side, with his spitting image right behind him. Ji Yong had a hard gaze on his face. No emotion was shown, unlike his father who clearly showed his amusement at your father’s anxiety. Men in black clothing surrounded them once again, just like the first time they met.

Mr. Kwon stepped into the house, inviting himself and the rest of his crew in. Ji Yong followed his footsteps, then the rest of the men. Someone had quietly shut the door. Your mother was hiding in the kitchen, sending more than her fair share of fearful dirty looks. Mr. Kwon smirked at your mother, then turned to your father. “We both know why we’re here.”

Your mother glared at Ji Yong, but he was looking straight at your father. His face was void of emotions. He was struggling to keep his mind in check, though. His father chuckled as nobody moved. Your father was struggling to keep eye contact with Mr. Kwon, but he tried his best. Mr. Kwon’s smirk never left his face, even as he spoke. “Don’t be so sad. I’m just here to take what’s mine. Well, my what’s gonna be my son’s. Oh, and I’m here to let you know that you fucked up your end of the deal. Now I gotta fix that.”

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anonymous asked:

elementary school boyf riends pls give me the good shit

I don’t have time for a fic till later today cuz I’m leaving so sure!

- This is where Jer and Mich met and became instant BFFS.

- They met because they were both avoiding Social Interaction under the recess playground. Michael saw Jeremy’s Zelda shirt and was like “woah! I love that game!” “Really? Link is so cool!”

- Christine unironically loved those music classes where you learned to play recorder, she took it very seriously and got competitive- don’t test her recorder skills she can play moonlight sonata

- Rich was known as the “clumsy lisp kid” which confused him because he didn’t know what a lisp really was until he was bullied for it

- Jeremy had one of his front teeth missing for like 2 years it wouldn’t grow back and no one knew why

-On the contrary Michael was the opposite, never losing his teeth. He wanted to lose one so bad that he’d swear his teeth were wiggling when they weren’t, and would carry tho little tooth necklaces

-Rich once shoved a kid face first into the sand box

-Jenna was that kid who asked the really weird and concerning questions that made you think kids know more than we think

-you remember the cheese touch? There was something like that but the Rich Touch

-at first rich didn’t mind and abused his new found power but eventually that starts to catch up with you

-Michael went over Jeremy’s house for the first time uninvited. His parents were a bit late picking him up so Jeremy said “why don’t you just take the bus with me” and being a kid he just went with it. You’ll never understand Mr and Mrs Heere’s fear that another kid showed up to their house

- One time Jeremy tried to tell Chloe that she dropped something so he tapped her shoulder and told her, Chloe turned around and said “oh god it DOES talk”

- The school lunch was so terrifying that Jeremy and Michael used to pretend they were mutant zombies and the lunch ladies were trying to take over the world

- Michael always had Swedish fish in his lunch box for some reason

- Michael bringing his own lunch was nice because kids would usually force Jeremy to give them his lunch, or the lunch would be too gross to eat, they ended up sharing a lot

- Michael got his glasses in second grade and was pretty ok with them but was even more ok with them when Jeremy saw him and was all “you look AWESOME!”

-Jeremy was the dinosaur kid, he would constantly rawr

-Jenna, Brooke, and Chloe all played house together. Brooke and Chloe were married.

-Christine moved in during second grade, and she fit in pretty quickly. She wasn’t omg amazing and popular, but no one hated her

-Jake walked himself both home and to school, even in kindergarten

-on the playground once Jake yelled “watch this!” And jumped on the fireman pole, only to slip and faceplant

-that’s how Jake lost his first tooth

Tired [Part: 3]
  • Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.
  • AU included: DC/MARVEL
  • Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.

Aye! The author is back! I was procrastinating and stalking RDJ and his gorgeous posts lolol; Anyways, I don’t really know how to introduce Spidey that well and sorry if he’s OOC I’m not really a big fan of Spiderman but found him as a great potential lover for the reader. Also hope you enjoy this story! AND ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE LOVING MY STORY, YOU DON’T KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM BECAUSE OF THAT! Ps. This chapter is more like a filler but I PROMISE THAT IT WOULD DO GREATER IN THE FUTURE AND ALSO MORE JEROMEYYYY SCENESSSSSSS!!!!!! Gotta love the joker ;)

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You woke to find yourself in an unfamiliar room, filled with posters and blueprints around. Some old collectible stuff where there just sitting. You groggily sat up but were meet with a migraine, you scrunched your nose and stroked your forehead groaning.

Where am I?” you asked yourself.

“I went to New York, Jerome called me and I destroyed my cellphone so they couldn’t track me. Then I stole some devices and then meet this spider dude who was powers or something…” just then with your re-calling you heard someone entered the room with a bucket, he was wearing a pizza shirt and a hoodie along with pants. You snatched the nearest thing that was beside you, a Gameboy and held it up high and moved your body into a fighting stance.

The boy apparently a teen looked shock and dropped the bucket as it collapsed onto the ground. Luckily the fall made it stand on a vertical formation not in horizontal. That would make it harder to clean. It spilled some water on the floor and now that you had a good look at it you found a cloth in it. He approached you as his facial aspect morphed and screamed hysteria, “N-no! That’s one of my collectibles.” He yanked the Gameboy and placed it gently on the counter.

“Damn… I spilled some water.” He said putting both of his hand behind his head and puffed some air. Stress overcoming him but he just sighed it away. He returned his attention to you, “Hey, umm. Miss? Are you okay now, do you feel light headed or anything?” his expression changed to a genuine worry as he looked at you placing a hand on your forehead.

“Uh, I’m fine? Who are you, why am I here? Do you see someone in spider costume, that bitch need to pay.” You slapped his hand away. He looked at you in a sassy way but when he opened his mouth to answer your questions you stood then looked at a trap door that was above. “Ooh, what’s this?”

“No, no! Don’t open that!”

As soon as you opened it a familiar spider suit fell down, your eyes widened and you looked at the brunette boy next to you that looked at you wide eyes too.

“That—eh ha-ha, well—“

Without letting him explain you started to kick him while he dodged it. It didn’t last long because the room was little. He proceeded to fire some web at you that made attached to the wall with an ‘”Oof!” You groaned in pain and glared at him.

He sighed, scratching the nape of his neck. “Please let me talk first, alright?” his index finger up in a telling manner. You spitted on him, which made him gape. “I did not expected that.” You mumbled incoherent words while struggling to get out of the sticky liquid. He proceeded to wipe the saliva stain on his face and clothes while he looked at it disgustingly and just removed his jacket.

“Alright listen to me ma’am.” He started, now pissed off.

“I am Peter Parker, alter ego Spiderman.  The one you called, ahem ‘Bitch’. You are here because well, I don’t— Err it’s complicated to explain but I guess I felt bad and you know… Took you in I guess?” he explained, cringing because he found it cheesy.

“You have been here for a day because you managed to catch cold. Which is quite unusual since the last time I saw you running you look like you’re pumped up ma’am.” You stared at him, raising an eyebrow. “Look, my intention is good. I just want to help, I even lied to the officer.”

“Wait, why did you lie exactly?”

“Well… I’m not sure if you want to hear this but I think it includes of a person named ‘Jerome’ that you kept screaming.” At the sentence of his, you now remembered. Your face full of embarrassment now as you stared down, you couldn’t believe yourself that you broke down in front of a spider, spitting, web, human, hybrid shit.  “I know that you’re mentally ill, since it is quite obvious actually. I just want to help you.” He smiled “I know deep down that you want to be sane again.”

You stared at him, maintaining eye contact. “How do I know that I can trust you?”

He looked at you bewildered,  “Funny that sentence came from a thief but—-Spiderman? Hero? The one who caught one of the mightiest hero’s shield? Does that ring any bell?”

“Yeah—- The thing is I’m not from here.”

Oh God Dammit!

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Peter removed you out of the web and started to tell you the latest news here in New York. You won’t admit it but it seems like you two became close friends in such a small amount of time, which amazed both of you. You told him your life in Gotham since you noticed that he started to trust you by telling his story and how he became Spiderman. You told about the former group you were in, your best friend Barbara and Jerome. He started to comfort you when he noticed you were starting to choke up on your own words and sob between sentences. You both continued telling the adventures of both of your life, laughing and crying. You both cherished this moment, between two strangers. Both of you appreciated each other’s company.

“You know what, I can’t believe that you are actually giving your trust to a former killer.”

“I believe in second chances.” He smiled, you stared at him smirking and punching him playfully on the arm. “That sounds so cheesy, may I ask why?”

“Maybe some other time.” He chuckled. “Oh, and by the way. You seemed actually pretty normal right now, you know with the disorders and thing.”

You nodded, “Well… I’m taking medications. I’m actually curable, just like you said spider boy. The reason why I’m in Arkham is because I’m like a disciple of Jerome.”

“Well, at least you’re doing okay now.”

Yeah—“

A loud bang of the door can be heard outside of Peter’s bedroom. They perked up as he heard a woman’s voice following by a male, both were chortling and conversing. “Stay right here,” he stood and stepped towards the door. “What if they’re thieves? I could help with that!” you hoisted your hand in a childish manner, which made him roll his eyes. “You’ll probably just kill them if that’s the case.” Speaking of a dark humor. You stuck out your tongue at him as he left. You have nothing to do so you looked at the surrounding, you haven’t noticed the smaller details before actually.

The wardrobe was full of jackets, long sleeves, and the unfashionable ones. Again wandering you saw portraits, one was Peter playing the other one is a picture of an old man and woman, the little Peter Parker on the middle beaming.

“This must be his Aunt… Who’s the old man though?” you tried to remember other individuals he told about you but couldn’t think of any persons that could resemble the old man in the story he told about his.

Just you were about to look more, you heard the door open and shut with a panting Peter. He looked at you in panic and started to push you towards the large closet, “Hey! What are you doing? —“

“No time to explain, I just need you to hide—“

Peter, remind me if you’re a superhero or not. Why is a top notch hooligan inside your room?”

A man wearing an aviator sunglasses and in a suit entered, not amused. Peter laid his eyes upon the man in fear, “M-Mr. Stark, funny seeing you he-here.”

“We just meet ago Parker. Also your unusually attractive aunt doesn’t really know how to bake scones, have you told her about it?” he said, spewing some of the food into the trash bin while wiping his mouth.  He then proceeded to approximate towards you, palms pressed together. You couldn’t help but feel a little daunted.

(Y/N) (L/N), parents deceased from an accident at nine years old. Has been transferred to an Orphanage called TKOG but after a few months escaped. Jean Bautista, a former gymnast from Haly’s Circus has found you. That’s the place where you befriend your current partner Jerome Valeska; he introduced you to killing when you were at the age of fourteen. First kill was at the birthday party of Steven Stewart, you were detained in prison thirteen times and has escaped from jail thirteen times without the help of your partner. Caught by some citizens red handed and has been placed to Arkham Asylum at the age of sixteen, diagnosed with mild OCD, HPD and a syndrome called Hybristophilia. Escaped and is a member of MANIAX, former for all I know now. I didn’t knew you called quits and gone to New York, at least the current news informed me that. Also, I think you have been replaced by a cute insane chick named Harley.”

You winced at the words he said, the name Harley and the word partner. “Who are you?” you looked at him in bemusement, this guy just literally summarized your whole life. He stared at Peter; amusement could be read all over his face.

“This is the first time someone didn’t knew me. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, the one and only Tony Stark kiddo.”

Peter looked at you, “He’s one of the earth’s mightiest hero, Ironman.”

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