not sure about that but better safe than sorry

It's better to be safe, than sorry.

My Auntie told me this story a while back.

My aunt is a Paramedic and used to drive an ambulance in England. One afternoon, she and her colleague were driving along a motorway (in work time) when she noticed a BMW weaving in and out of traffic, driving well over the speed limit. The driver was also breaking in the fast lane in front of cars and generally, being an all-round a**hole. Before too long, the driver, going around 80/90mph, spun out and careered off the road into a ditch.

Regardless of his a**holery, they immediately headed to the scene to offer aid. Amazingly, the driver only suffered very minor injuries and was refusing to receive any medical aid. He ‘needed to be somewhere’. My auntie, however, wanted to make sure she did her job properly and refused to let the man leave or get out of the car. She told him to stay still and remain seated whilst they check for any neck or back injuries (which he clearly didn’t have). Being the professional that she was and wanting to make absolutely sure that no further injury could arise, she called in the fire brigade to cut the man out of his car.

And they f*cking did. The cut the roof of this guy’s BMW off to allow for easier access. To say his was pissed off was an understatement, but as she said to him – ‘’it’s better to be safe than sorry.’’

Maybe he’ll think about the consequences of driving like an arse in future.

scumbag-stallion  asked:

What to do if you see a wolf in the wild? What if it seems aggressive?

If you encounter a wolf in the wild that is acting agressive towards you and is not scared of approaching you, the following is best to do: don’t run or turn your back on them. Instead, stand your ground, make yourself as big and tall as possible and make as much noise as you can - scream, turn up loud music on your phone, anything. Throw stuff at them if possible. If they don’t go away, back away slowly. This goes for encountering a pack of wolves as well. If they attack and you can, climb into a tree. Otherwise curl up on the ground and cover your face and neck.

In case you’re in an enclosure and a wolf is seemingly agressive: stand with your back to the fence, and move to the exit while keeping your back to the fence. Make sure you don’t trip.

The above situation of wild wolves being agressive and unafraid towards humans is an unlikely one. During most wild wolf encounters, the wolf will flee once it becomes aware of your presence, or will curiously observe you from a safe distance for a while without you even being aware of it, to then most likely loose interest and proceed doing whatever it was doing.

Encounters with wild wolves are rare, because wolves are shy animals. Over time, wolves learned to see us as dangerous, and will typically avoid us. If you spot a wolf in the wild, it is most likely not aware of your presence or has decided you’re not a threat. Most of the time they are aware of our presence first, instead of the other way around.

When a human enters a place where wild wolves live who aren’t familiar with humans (and so haven’t learned yet that we are dangerous to them), there is a chance they will come and check you out when they feel you are not a threat (which would most likely only be the case when you’re not moving and are sitting or lying down). In this case I mean really coming up close to sniff you and check you out. If this ever happens to you (although this is a véry unlikely thing because as stated above, most wolves ‘know’ of humans and learned to avoid them and see us as dangerous), best thing to do is stay low to the ground, don’t make sudden movements, and don’t make any eye contact. This makes it sound like they are very aggressive animals, but this is just purely to make sure to act in the most save way and to communicate good intentions - better safe than sorry. Once they’ve discovered you are not a threat, they will most likely loose interest in you, leave you alone and no longer bother about you. (Here’s a great video from the documentary “A woman among wolves”, in which a pack of curious wolves not yet familiar with humans approaches German biologist Gudrun Pflueger. To communicate to the wolves that she has good intentions, she lays on the ground, trying not to move much). 

Also it’s happening more and more that wild wolves become habituated due to people feeding wildlife, making them lose their natural shyness towards humans. This is problematic because these wolves are still wild predators who’s actions and interpretations of our actions can’t be predicted. Even a little warning bite from a scared wolf can be disastrous, and if an incident happens or if authorities decide the wolf is getting too close to people or urban areas, the wolf will get punished (which usually means said wolf being shot). Here and here are some tips on how to prevent wolves from becoming habituated.

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Originally posted by romanian-plum

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genres: tiny bit of angst, fluff, humor
Words: 2.260
Summary: A sudden turn on a mission forces Bucky and reader to seek a place to hide. During the wait Bucky has a surprising request - requested by Anonymous

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Catch of the Day (Mermaid Lance Part 2)

1 || 2 || 3

Shiro and Keith had gone, they were docked on the wharf and Lance had a tarpaulin slung over his tank. It was more of a precaution than a necessity but it was better safe than sorry. Lance blew bubbles from his mouth and giggled as they danced up and along his face.

After what felt like hours, Lance was sick of waiting. He was bored and claustrophobic, his eyes felt heavy but he wasn’t sure if it was actual tiredness or just him getting tedious. Soon enough he was sleeping, dreaming about his family. His body went back into defence mode and transformed into the large, scary creature with spikes running up his body.

After literal hours Shiro and Keith made it back, lugging boxes of supplies behind them, they yanked the tarpaulin off of the tank and jumped with surprise as they took note of the monster like thing that was Lance in the tank.

“You wake him, he hasn’t eaten since that fish the other day and he needs to eat something.” Shiro ordered Keith and Keith internally groaned.

Keith…. he still wasn’t comfortable with their situation, he was used to just him and Shiro, alone. Out at sea, away from people, it was easy to forget how to act appropriately in social situations and with Lance who seemed to be very sociable, he struggled. Not seeing the social cues he should have and not gelling with Lance quite like how he had hoped. He liked Lance, he was kind, but he was unfamiliar, a species he hadn’t known existed. Keith didn’t do kindly with odd things.

But he’d try, Shiro seemed to really enjoy having Lance around and was very eager to get to know him. Keith hated to admit, but he was jealous, of who, he wasn’t sure, but he knew didn’t like that Shiro and Lance were becoming close to each other while he was sort of in the background, watching.

Lance, of course, had noticed, Shiro probably as well. Shiro tried to include him but Lance was always trying to actively talk to him, sometimes he’d get small answers sometimes he’d get even shorter answers. There was really no winning with Keith, but Lance didn’t give up.

Keith woke up Lance, reluctant to put his hand in the tank with the spikes all over his body. But he woke him and gave him some of the food they had bought.

The next day Lance was back to normal, he was hanging over the edge of the tank talking to Shiro.

“So, what is the merfolk life like?” Shiro asked as he sat next to the tank, the sun beamed down on them and they basked in the warm light.

“Well, for me it was spending days with my friends, we would explore. Hunk would always pass out when we got near a trench or cavern, afraid we would drag him in. Pidge liked to tease him. That was when we weren’t in the castle though.” Lance waved as he looked off into the air.

“Castle?” Shiro asked, unsure what he meant.

“Yeah, that’s where everyone lives, it’s huge. Alfor’s the king, he runs the whole thing.” Lance explains and sighs with a sad look on his face. “Ahh, I miss them.”

“How did you get lost? I remember you saying something about the current?” Shiro asked as he stood up and checked the lines.

“I was exploring, by myself, and got knocked out, a nearby current must’ve pulled me in and next thing I know I had no idea where I was.” Lance sighed and rubbed at his wound on his side, it was irritated. “Do you have anything I can put on my cut? It’s getting irritated.”

“Ahh, Keith!” Shiro yelled and after a few seconds he came strolling around the side of the boat, “Do we have any salve or something?”

“I think. I’ll go look.” Keith walked away.

“He’s not very social is he?” Lance muttered and dipped under the water for a few seconds before coming back up.

“He was never good with people,”

“I could tell,” At that he giggled and leaned in close to Shiro, “This is just an honest question, but what is your relationship with Keith?”

Shiro raised an eyebrow and tried to act cool but Lance could see the tips of his ears grow red. “Why would you ask that?”

“I just was wondering, I mean you’re both out here alone,” Lance smirked slightly, he wasn’t actually sure if they were dating but they seemed to work very well together. Lance wasn’t sure if he would be happy or upset if they were dating. He didn’t know why he was so unsure, either, or even dwelling on it for too long. 

“Well, we’re not, at all. He’s like my brother…. I’m going to go and steer.” Shiro mumbled and left as fast as he could.

The smile fell from Lances face as he stared at the place Shiro once was. 

“Here, I found salve, and brought some more bandage” Keith walked around into Lances view with his head down, reading the label on the bottle he was holding. When he glanced up he looked around in confusion. “Where’s Shiro?”

“Ah, he left to steer,” Lance chuckled and leant over the edge of his tank his arm reaching out for the bottle and bandages, “Thanks for getting this, my wound has been really irritating.”

“Your welcome?” Keith said and screwed his face up. “The boat doesn’t need to be steered, what is Shiro doing?”

“Who knows,” Lance smiled and peeled the bandages off of his torso. He winced a bit before opening the bottle and trying to put the salve on his cut but he couldn’t quite reach it all properly. “Keith, could you put this on?”

“……Sure,” Keith muttered unsurely and grabbed the bottle. “Should I…. just put it on?”

“Yeah? Well, I’ve never used this before so I don’t know.” Lance said and shrugged, Keith stepped forward and opened the lid, swiping with his fingers to get some.

Keith reached over the tank and down to Lance’s wound, he smeared some on quickly and stepped away, putting the lid back on he gave it back to Lance and mumbled something about him needing it later.

“See you, Keith,” Lance chuckled as Keith ran out of his sight.

Shiro stacked some boxes, the sun was setting and he was packing the thing they had gotten away properly when suddenly he heard a muffled voice, singing. He knew it was Lance, Keith didn’t sing, he knew how to but he never sung. Shiro found himself swaying gently to the unfamiliar words drifting out of Lances mouth and through the walls separating them. He had a lovely, smooth voice, from what Shiro could tell.

He wanted to go out, to sit next to Lance as he sang a song of his people, but it felt like he’d be intruding, so he simply sat down, with his head against the wall closest to Lance. And he listened. To all the emotion Lance’s voice held, to all the sorrow he could hear. And the faint feeling of woe clenching at his chest.

He listened.

Keith, he was cleaning his blade when he heard it, the beautiful call of a merman to his family. He hated to admit it but he had a lovely voice that he felt like he could listen to all day. He dropped his blade and tiptoed around the corner to peak at Lance, Lance had his arms resting on the edge of his tank and was aiming his song out to over the horizon. The stars twinkled overhead but Lance’s focus was on the ocean, where the fish swam. And where he belonged.

Lances face was downcast with sorrow and Keith felt like maybe he shouldn’t be there. To see someone in such a venerable state was to see the for themselves. Keith felt like he didn’t deserve to see Lance’s true self. Keith almost couldn’t make himself walk away, but he did and he sat down on a chair where his blade sat, but he didn’t go back to cleaning, he just sat.

And he listened.

Keith sat next to the tank, he was sitting in the sun while watching the lines. Shiro was doing something else important so Keith had to do the lines.

“Keith, do you and Shiro date?” Lance asked randomly and smirked with enjoyment as Keith stiffened visibly.

“No, why do you ask?” Keith robotically answered and looked at Lance with rage.

“Curiosity,” Lance shrugged and laughed. “Pretty obvious if you ask me,”

“What did you just say?” Keith growled and glared at Lance who seemed taken aback. 

“Well, it’s just that you don’t seem to be in touch with the social side of things, you don’t notice things others might.” Lance explained, trying to defuse the situation as best as possible.

“And what don’t I notice, Lance?” Keith muttered and face Lance fully.

“That you and Shiro seem to go really well together,” Lance said and smirked at Keith as he became confused.

“Of course we do? We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

Lance looked at Keith in a deadpan and sighed. “Whatever. Just, never mind.”

“What’s your problem?” Keith frowned when Lance just shook his head. 

“Forget it,”

Good night, Andrews: Archie Andrews

request: HI! Can you write an imagine where Jughead, Archie, Betty and Y/N were the original four before and Jug and her really like each other but Y/N had to move away. Then she comes back while the Jason Blossom mystery (she knows, even about Grundy and V). And when Jug sees her at school, it hits him that she’s back but he’s dating Betty and it saddens her. But she gets close with Archie again and fall for each other and dates and it makes Jug jealous. The ending’s all yours. Sorry if it’s long :)

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I’M BACK!! I changed a little bit of this request, but I still think it is good. Also, I AM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK FOREVER!! I feel so bad that this took so long. Thank you for being patient. I made it long to apologize. xx, aubree

warnings: none that I can think of.

word count: 1,557

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Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Y/N was finally back in her hometown, Riverdale. She moved away about three years ago for her dad’s job and missed her friends deeply. Before she had moved, she would hang out at Pop’s diner with her three best friend’s Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, and Jughead Jones. They all kept in contact after Y/N left and they told her all about what was happening in Riverdale. They told her about Jason Blossom and how everyone thought he drowned until his body washed to shore with a gunshot wound to the head. They even told her about Archie’s affair with the music teacher, and of their newest friend Veronica Lodge. 

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Monthly Hero

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Nat and Fury are briefly mentioned

Warnings: This will give you cavities. And yes that is a warning. 

Word count: 1,403

Summary: Y/N is having the shittiest day,on her period and a certain Supersoldier drops by her apartment to cheer her up. 

A/N: I’m sick and on my period and I desperately needed some cute Steve to cheer me up, so this happened. Thanks to @fandommaniacx for helping me out with the title! Please let me know if you like it! xx 

Everything had gone wrong today. You had woken up too late, dropped your phone in the toilet and stubbed your toe on the edge of your bed. Now that you were attending the daily meeting with Fury, feeling something hot drip down your legs, you cursed internally. This was the last thing you needed. Thankfully, Fury cut the meeting quite short as he had to attend another meeting himself.

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I was talking to @elemental-kiss about bleaching things for aquarium use and realized that the rest of fishblr might appreciate and use this information too.

So when you bleach something to use with your aquarium, or the aquarium itself, the standard is to use a 1:20 ratio of bleach to water.
Keep in mind that bleach is only a means of sterilizing things, and doesn’t actually clean any dirt or grime off. Its best to do any cleaning before hand, or as much so as possible.

Make sure you only use plain, unscented bleach.
Household bleach is just chlorine, so any dechlorinator will counteract the bleach in the water and make it safe to use again. I don’t have a measurement for this, though. Just overdose, and if it smells like chlorine, dose some more.
If you can safely drain the bleach solution and replace it with over dosed dechlorinated water, you can use less dechlorinator, but either way works fine.

Whatever you’re bleaching should stay in the bleach solution for about 2 hours to make sure that it is completely sterilized. Dechlorinator is instant, so supposedly you don’t have to wait and soak it longer to neutralize the bleach. Personally, I like to wait a little anyways, just in case the dechlorinator doesn’t mix well at first or something. I don’t know, better safe than sorry you know?

If you don’t want to waste dechlorinator and aren’t in a rush, bleach does also naturally off-gas. You can drain the bleach water then leave the things outside in the sunshine for about 24hrs and they should be safe to use.

I do this at home all the time, and daily at work.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love Chancellor!Obi-Wan ! I have a question though, we all know that sometimes Anakin has visions, right? But, what about Obi-Wan? 'Cause on the expanded universe, he is decribed to be very much in tune with the Unifing Force, wich is what grants Jedi and Sith, force visions... They say that since he was very young he was plagued by very strong visions... Is something like that going to be important at one point in this AU?

Well. Let’s start with Obi-Wan shall we?

I have no set headcanon on how prone to visions and stuff Obi-Wan is, but I am at the very least a believer in him having fairly decent precognition/prescience. Y’know, like his “bad feeling” during the Naboo crisis.

We’ve actually seen a bit of this in Chancellor Kenobi. For example: when he ducks during the first assassination attempt.

As for actual visions… nah, I have no plans to bring that into this verse. Right now, anyway.

Now on to Anakin.

Anakin, Anakin, Anakin…

Please don’t come after me for this, but: I don’t think Anakin gets Force visions. 

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Me and @kiernaserea were discussing CaCw and she asked me how I would write that blasted letter if I were to do it. So I did and here it is:

Dear Tony,

I’m glad you’re okay. There have been so many changes and choices made by us and made for us, and there are not many we can really afford to regret. But I’m glad that despite all of them, you are okay, and safe. I wouldn’t want to imagine it otherwise.

I heard about Rhodey. I’m sorry, Tony. There are so many things I wish had happened differently, but none more than this. He’s a brave man, one of our best. A better man than most, if we thought about it. I know that it means less now, as words always do, but I know that he wouldn’t regret his choices despite their outcome and I am glad one of us is as strong as that. I’m sure we’ll see a resilient War Machine again, protecting those who need him. I’m sure you’ll work to make it happen, the way you always do.

I wish I knew the right words to apologise, Tony. I wish they meant more on paper after the hurt we’ve suffered outside it. You always believed in righting your wrongs, no matter what they cost you. Me? I believed in remembering the wrongs and trying not to repeat them later. I know, I know that the Accords were your way of righting the wrongs of the past and preventing them in the future. For me though, Tony, they meant repeating the wrongs of my past. Leaving my men behind. Leaving those behind, who could not be considered worthy based on few faults. I know the irony of my words, Tony, but I cannot afford to take them back. The cost has been too great for me to do it now.

I remember being wrong about you when we first met, Tony. I remember you proving me wrong for it. I never told you this, but I was grateful to be proven wrong. After finding nothing worth moving forward in a new world, decades away from where I thought I belonged, I found something worthy in your strength. You had the strength to move forward and mold the future. It was something I envied you for, many days, but it was also something that I wish I had myself. My past is both my strength and my weakness, Tony, but I’m sure you’ve seen that by now.

Bucky was a brave man long before I became Captain America. He was braver so after I becane this symbol. Sometimes I wonder if he was more foolish than brave, Tony. He came out of the Hydra hell and then didn’t blink before following me back into it. He trusted me. It was me who couldn’t stand up to that trust. I see that history repeated itself with us this time. I wish I could regret this, Tony. I don’t know how to. Maybe we were never meant to be selfish. Maybe heroes were never meant to be human, Tony. It seems so disastrous in result.

I’m certain you would tell me a story of a knight or a scientist who knew the worth of regret. I miss your stories, Tony.

You once told me that our end mission was to finish the war and go home. I once told you that I was home. One of us lied, Tony. I’m sorry it was me.

I always found home in people. In my team. In our team. You gave me a home in that manner. I’m sorry for taking yours away.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, my friend. I’m sure you’d know, I’m sure you’d have a data on the various probabilities of it. I wish I could ask that of you. I can’t. All I can do is give what I have. The same you always do. I give you my word, Tony, if you ever need an old friend by your side, I’ll be there.

Stay safe, Iron Man. The world still needs you.

- Your friend, Steve

It’s My Party (i’ll cry if i want to)

Batfam Week Day #4: Wayne Gala! Everyone’s posting such cute stuff and here I am with the very gentle angst.


@speedypan @laundrymoney @xxxxsweetie-piexxxx

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    In another life, Bruce Wayne might have been an actor. He certainly had the talent for it. If not for that he would never have been able to smile and make small talk with his guests tonight. His skill served him well every time someone shook his hand and asked cheerfully where his oldest was.

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Damon x Reader

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“Will you stop moping.” Stefan sighed when he found Damon slouched on the sofa.


“Ah yes I forgot my dear brother’s the only one allowed to retreat into despair when his heart is broken.” Damon grunted.


“You’ve been there for a week, go and eat something, change… have a shower.” Stefan offered and went to the door. “It’s almost eleven on a Saturday so someone will be about.”


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mysticmessofcrap  asked:

Asthmatic MC about to have sex with RFA (V+Saeran included) but they start to have an asthma attack. Like, they can't breath and they have to get talked through it to breath again.

Thank you so much for the ask :D It was rather challenging, since I don’t know much about asthma so I had to ask my best friend Google for help there, but I like a challenge. I also hope that it’s okay that not all of them ‘talked her through it’ per se…some people handle stress situation better than others :P



♬ you were very excited as Zen was above you, giving you that dirty smirk you knew meant fun

♬ he began trailing kisses down your body, nibbling at skin and leaving his mark

♬ you weren’t allowed to do that, because he’d just have to cover it up with make-up, but he fucking loved doing it to you

♬ a private mark to remind him that you were his

♬ he kissed your thighs, his hot breath tickling your skin

♬ you could feel the arousal soaring through you, heart rate picking up

♬ when he goes down on you it’s like an explosion, really

♬ he’s damn good at it, sucking and licking at your clit while fingering you

♬ that is when you first start noticing that maybe you gasping for air wasn’t just a reaction to the overwhelming pleasure

♬ you brush it off at first

♬ you haven’t had an asthma attack in years

♬ instead you attempt to focus on the pleasure, rocking onto his wicked tongue licking inside of you now

♬ that is when you start to notice that damn familiar tight feeling in your chest

♬ soon followed by panting

♬ and then the damn wheezing sets in

♬ fuck

♬ you feel Zen freeze between your legs and look up at you in confusion

♬ you know what he must be thinking right now; what kind of unsexy sex noises is she producing

♬ what you didn’t expect was to him to immediately stop and to pull you up into a sitting position

♬ he kneeled in front of you, looking up at you with worry in his eyes

♬ he cupped your face, inspecting you before nodding with determination

♬ apparently he figured out what exactly the problem was

♬ “Do you have an inhaler with you?”

♬ you tried to answer, but only more wheezing came out so you shook your head

♬ another short nod on his part

♬ “Breathe with me. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. 3 seconds in, hold it and 3 seconds out. Yes, just like that.”

♬ he talked you through the entire thing and you’ve never been more thankful for anything

♬ or more embarrassed, for that matter

♬ you apologized a couple of times, but he stopped you every time

♬ “The only thing you should be apologizing for is not having told me you used to have asthma attacks”, he says, voice gentle.

♬ Despite you reassuring him that you were alright he insisted on bringing you to the nearest hospital

♬ not only that, but he carried you there

♬ in his arms

♬ the entire way

♬ once there the doctor gave you a new inhaler, suggested some treatments and told Zen he did good

♬ it made him feel proud to know he’d done good by you

♬ you thanked him for a kiss to the cheek

♬ he blushed

♬ “Lucky for you actors get stage fright so I know about a million different way to breathe and calm you down!”


★ when the two of you decided to finally share your first time together both of you were nervous

★ neither of you really knew what you were doing

★ it didn’t matter though, since you loved each other and were happy to share such a special moment

★ you’d gone about it a little methodically, reading up on the internet, preparing condoms, lube, music and such

★ you were still nervous though, because you’d read that the first time hurt and you were so bad with pain

★ both of you decided that it was best to start with making out, take your time and get into it

★ everything was fine at first

★ you were kissing, slow and sweet

★ then things started becoming a little more heated, passion taking over, tongues fighting for dominance

★ you could feel yourself getting wet, turned on, but also breathless

★ when he broke the kiss and started kissing down your neck your breath started to get faster

★ and faster

★ and faster

★ and yet your lungs didn’t seem to be filling with air

damn it

★ you began wheezing and apparently that got Yoosung’s attention because he stopped and stared up at you

★ had this not been such a serious situation, you might have laughed at his expression

★ he looked like a deer caught in the headlight, really

★ sadly this wasn’t funny and breathing became even harder

★ then Yoosung started to panic as well, gripping your shoulders and shaking you

★ what on earth was he doing

★ “Oh my God, breathe! You have to breathe! Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.”

★ you sincerely hoped that animals didn’t have asthma…because they would have been dead

★ “Oh God, you’re not breathing. Why aren’t you breathing?”

★ possibly because he was shaking you like a rag-doll, but you weren’t quite sure

★ when he noticed that telling you to breathe and calm didn’t help when he himself was a wreck of nerves and anxiety you began pointing towards your bag

★ luckily you still carried your inhaler

★ at first he was confused but after about half a minute he finally got what you were getting at

★ he ran towards your bag and took the poor thing apart until he finally found the inhaler

★ he handed it to you, watching you take a puff from it every thirty seconds

★ usually you’d only have to do it once a minute, but he’d gotten you worked up

★ after ten puffs you stop, finally feeling like you can breathe again, and exhale

★ meanwhile Yoosung is kneeling in front of you, head hanging low

★ you reach out and brush through his messy hair

★ “I really messed that up, didn’t I? Man, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do better next time.”


♨ this woman is literally prepared for anything, even things you’d never expect

♨ when you first decided to have sex with one another you were both knew to it

♨ not sex, but sex with other women

♨ you’d gone in head first, Jaehee had read up on it on the internet

♨ you were a good team, calm meeting crazy

♨ which is why it didn’t surprise you at all when she pulled out an inhaler during your asthma attack

♨ you’d been getting cozy on the couch, watching the latest of Zen’s play on DVD

♨ one thing led to the other and you were kissing

♨ you were straddling Jaehee, grinding against her in desperate need for friction

♨ it felt great and you wanted more than just that, wanted to feel her against you bare and naked

♨ the thought got you aroused, worked up even

♨ sadly, a little too much, as it seemed

♨ suddenly you found herself coughing and wheezing

♨ the fact that you were having an asthma attack when it’d been years worked you up

♨ you got nervous, and the symptoms got worse

♨ luckily Jaehee reacted quickly

♨ she gently pushed you off herself to sit upright on the couch

♨ she calmly disappeared for a couple of seconds only to return from the bathroom with an inhaler in hand

♨ you didn’t have a lot of time to worry about where she’d gotten it from or why

♨ you accepted it, putting it into your mouth and inhaled

♨ meanwhile she held up her wrist, staring at her watch

♨ “You’re not too far gone so I’d say one puff every forty seconds should be enough.”

♨ You had no idea how she remained so calm, but you appreciated it a lot

♨ “Take another puff exactly…now!”

♨ you did and about five minutes later you felt much much better

♨ once you could breathe and talk again you couldn’t help but ask

♨ Jaehee merely shrugged, a sweet blush to her cheeks

♨ “I noticed that you run out of breath at work much quicker than I do. I wasn’t sure whether I was right with my asthma theory, but when I googled the symptoms did add up and I’d rather be safe than sorry.”


♛ it had taken months to convince Jumin to have sex

♛ even just thinking it made you feel dirty

♛ not that he’d been repelled by you or the idea of sex with you, but he really wanted to wait until marriage

♛ when you explained to him that you weren’t quite ready to say yes though, he soon caved

♛ maybe the cat ears, tail and little bell to wear around your neck had something to do with it too…

♛ but who cares about minor details like that

♛ the second he came home and saw you in that outfit, his moral soon flew out of the window

♛ honestly, he just did it because he wanted to be better than his father anyway

♛ Jumin had admitted to never having had sex before, so you’d been worried it might not be good

♛ you worried for nothing, let me tell you

♛ you couldn’t tell whether he’d watched porn recently or read up on it or whether it was just pure talent

♛ but he was wicked good and you hadn’t even been naked at that time

♛ he was worshipping your body, touching you everywhere, feathery light

♛ caressing every inch of skin he could get his hands on, always tender and loving

♛ you were so overwhelmed with emotion you felt like you might actually cry

♛ especially when he stopped the naughty bits to press a kiss to your hand, just as a reminder that it wasn’t just about sex

♛ that is when you felt like all air got sucked out of your lungs…

♛ …and no new air was coming in

♛ how unfortunate

♛ he’d stopped when he’d noticed something was off, that you’d gone tense

♛ you weren’t wheezing yet, but from how you remembered your attacks, it would set in soon

♛ Jumin was looking at you, frowning slightly as he didn’t seem to understand what the issue was

♛ when you gasped out for an inhaler, it quickly made click

♛ he got out his phone and called for his servants employees to get you an inhaler

♛ while waiting for them he talked you through the attack

♛ his voice had always been low and soothing, but in that moment it was even more so

♛ by the time someone came the inhaler you were mostly calmed down again

♛ he still told you to take a puff or two for good measures

♛ “See, that is what happens when you have sex before marriage. Now please tell your doctor to send me your medical records immediately. I need to take precautions.”


☼ he’d been holed up in his room for almost a week

☼ apparently working on some virus that was harder to program than he’d anticipated

☼ when he’d finally come out, Seven had been stressed and tense

☼ you’d figured it’d be a nice gesture to…relief some of the stress

☼ you’d pushed him down onto the couch, straddling him

☼ after making out for a while, things turning heated rather quick, you decided to climb down and go

☼ you went on his knees, ready to give him the blowjob of his life

☼ Seven’s looked wrecked from the kiss alone, so you were hoping that would blow his mind entirely

☼ his eyes were half lidded, lips parted and spit slick and God was that vision hot

☼ when you took him into your mouth he moaned, hand coming to fist your hair

☼ you groaned around his length, sending vibrations down his shaft

☼ apparently he liked that a lot, because he bucked his hips and thrust into your mouth

☼ you didn’t like that

☼ mainly because for even just a split second you felt like you were choking

☼ and that set you off

☼ you found yourself pulling off, panting and gasping for air

☼ then the wheezing set in and Seven finally reacted

☼ not that it was optimal

☼ in his half-panic he reached for an empty bag of Honey Buddha Chips and pressed it to your mouth

☼ you really would have loved to been able to roll your eyes

☼ however, all you could was breathe in and out of the damn bag

☼ you could still taste the faint note of chips with every breath

☼ eventually you’d calmed down enough to get rid of the bag, glaring daggers at your idiot of a boyfriend

☼ “Did you seriously just press a dirty chips bag against my face to breathe into?”

☼ at least he had the decency to look ashamed, scratching the back of his head nervously

☼ “Not really clever of me. In my defense, I’m sleep deprived. Still…not my prouder moment. Sorry.”


☀ You were lying in bed, wrapped up in your own world

☀ making out with Saeran was something you appreciated a lot

☀ for one it took a lot of trust in you to let you this close

☀ he also was a great kisser

☀ whether it be feathery light and just a brush of lips or passionate, licking into your mouth and claiming it with his tongue

☀ this time, however, you were surprised when he began touching you

☀ his hand disappeared under your shirt, slowly roaming upwards

☀ his touch left a pleasant shiver behind wherever it went

☀ when his hand wrapped around your bare breast, fingers playfully twisting your nipple you gasped

☀ you arched into the touch, biting your lip to muffle any embarrassing sounds

☀ you hadn’t been touched like that in a long time, so your body was hypersensitive

☀ suddenly his hand was gone though and you were about to pout when you felt it sneak under your skirt and ~ oh!

☀ He used two fingers to push inside you while his thumb circled your clit

☀ it took your breath away

☀ which was fine, until he literally took your breath away

☀ this attack came so fast you barely saw it coming

☀ clutching your chest you gasped for air

☀ Saeran just blinked and calmly removed his hand from your body

☀ he then turned around leaving you facing his back

☀ you felt hurt for a moment, almost close to tears until suddenly he turned back and pressed an inhaler between your lips and pressed it, forcing you to inhale a deep breath

☀ a minute later he did it again, expression almost eerily calm and neutral

☀ you calmed soon after, still staring at him with wide eyes though

☀ what had just happened?

☀ when you asked him where he’d gotten the inhaler from he told you he’d brought it a couple of months ago

☀ you asked him whether he had asthma but he said that wasn’t the case, leaving you even more confused

☀ “I hacked into your medical record and saw that you had asthma so I took care of it. I need you alive. you also didn’t tell me you were allergic to eggs. That was reckless of you.”

☀ you just kind of gaped at him at that admission

☀ well, he certainly had a unique way of showing you that he loved you

☀ “And look, I got it in your favourite colour too.”

Jihyun Kim/V

📷 the entire day you’d felt somewhat breathless

📷 it had been rather stressful at the party, so you figured that must have been the reason

📷 especially as you’d watch V get on stage to sell his last photographs

📷 now he had none saved and left to sell and was incapable of taking more

📷 while he’d moved on from Rika and you’d actually gotten him to agree to the surgery, it’d been to late

📷 at that point, a couple of years after the actual incident, the doctors had said there was nothing they could do anymore, it was permanent

📷 you figured the heavy feeling on your chest was your heart sinking at said fact

📷 when you’d gotten home you’d still felt somewhat sad, but V had just laughed and shaken his head

📷 he’d seen this event as something to be celebrated, to be happy about

📷 after all he’d been able to follow his dreams and passions and take photographs until the very end

📷 when he put it that way, you couldn’t help but agree

📷 you’d kissed him then, innocent and light

📷 V, however, had other things in mind

📷 soon you’d found yourself pressed against the nearest wall, a leg between yours for you to grind against

📷 you shamelessly did so, panting and gradually getting more out of breath

📷 by the time you noticed what was going on, that you’d been wrong about those signs throughout the day it was too late

📷 the asthma attack hit you hard, the weight on your chest almost unbearable, forcing you to your knees

📷 you’d felt like you were suffocating and no matter how often you took breaths, nothing stuck

📷 to your surprise, V had remained completely calm

📷 he’d followed you on your knees and didn’t come too close, instead keeping enough distance to let you breathe

📷 he breathed along with you, showed you how to do it, soother you with his calm words

📷 when you’d calmed enough not to choke on him he got up and returned with an old looking inhaler

📷 you’d taken a couple of puffs and handed the inhaler back

📷 “I used to have asthma as a kid. This thing is old though, so we better get you a new one just in case.”


I’m sorry if there are some mistakes, I’m hella tired at this point and have been staring at this for hours XD I really hope you like it nevertheless 

Beach bum

Hello, Love bugs.

Dan X Reader

Warnings – fluff

This is for @16variationsoflove who won second place in the 3000-follower contest.

A beach day on vacation.

“How would you feel if we never went back home to London? We just stay here on the beach with drinks in our hand while we sun bathe in these comfy chairs.” You were only three days into your week-long summer getaway with Dan and he had already brought up staying forever six times. The both of you agreed that you needed a little vacation from the regular routine. Dan at one point said if he spent even another minute in his office that he was going to start going insane. He needed a refresh to get video ideas flowing around again. You just needed a refresh from everything. So, it was agreed to go book a vacation for just the two of you to be spoiled rotten. The criteria you took to the travel agent was simple. You needed a place that was all inclusive, had a beach, and most importantly if not the whole reason for the trip. Somewhere quiet. No London traffic so loud that some days you can’t hear yourself think. No ambulances and police cars rushing past with sirens blaring. No, the two of you wanted peace and quiet.

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* The seagulls are slowly inching closer. Judging by the glint in their eyes, they will not be satisfied with your lunch this time.
* Every day, one more spot in the vending machine has been claimed by Hot Cheetos. You aren’t sure what happens when they’ve taken over.
* It’s June, and the tourists begin to roll in. Everyone keeps their doors shut, and avoids them at the beach. We can’t shatter the illusion of the postcard-perfect town. Not again.
* Four surfers enter the water one night. Five come out.
* The mountains are alive. No one mentions it. They don’t have to.
* You’re at the county fair one night, at the top of the Ferris wheel. You look out over the ocean, and see something moving. Surely it must just be a surfer, right?
* While swimming in the Pacific one day, you feel something caress your leg. You pray it’s just seaweed.
* There’s an unspoken rule about going into the desert at night.
* You come back home from a night out to see a UFO hovering above your residence. You shrug, and leave to spend the night at a friend’s house. Better safe than sorry.
* You see what looks like a fire burning on the surface of the water one night. It’s too far to be a boat, but too close to be an oil rig.
* You lie awake, unable to sleep. The waves sound closer than usual.
* It rains, just a light sprinkle. The people are celebrating in the streets. It’s been so, so long.
* The hills above town are on fire. Ash fills the air and congests your lungs. No one evacuates, PE classes are simply brought inside for the day. Like everyone else, you simply wait, hoping it doesn’t cross the 101.
* There’s a loud grating noise from down the street. In the morning, you see that the landslides have swallowed your neighbor’s house again.
* Everyone awaits The Big One, the earthquake that will send California tumbling into the Pacific. For many, it can’t come soon enough.

Important PSA About Fae!

Originally posted by taddat

Mods Wind and Fire have made some observations about fae that explain a lot of the common misconceptions many spirit workers seem to have about faefolk in general. The most common depiction of fae in fantasy series, movies, and storybooks are similar to Thumbelina, Tinker Bell, the fairies of Fern Gully, and the stereotype of the beautiful or cute tiny “fairy princess” with wings who is kind and friendly towards humans. This leads many spirit workers and aspiring fae workers to believe that all fae spirits are going to match this description - and more unfortunately that all fae will be more or less human-friendly. 

However, It is common knowledge among most experienced fae workers and fae incarnates that most fae spirits not only consider themselves superior to humans, they have little to no interest in humans whatsoever unless they have an extremely good reason to pay attention to any of them. On top of that, depending on the fae spirit, they may consider human life disposal and not particularly valuable unless they have a particular interest in a human because they consider them exceptional, talented, or desirable in some way. So if this is the case, why is it so common for some people to encounter or hear about “nice” faeries who seem pretty human-friendly and do look similar to the fantasy story stereotype? Mods Wind and Fire think this is likely due to the prevalence of pixies and sprites.

Fae Species and Prevalence

“Fae” is not a single species, but more like a genus that encompasses a very wide variety of many, many distinct fae species. The category “fae” is so broad that there are even many sub-classes of species. There are even fae-like spirits across the globe in almost every culture who identify as being of the same general type of spirits as “fae” - we call these non-European fae-like spirits sidi, and this shows how diverse and broad this category of spirits can be. All fae/sidi spirits are a type of nature spirit, but some are more closely tied to and related to nature than others. Fae/sidi species who are less naturalistic tend to be more likely to be involved in court life and involved in court politics. Fae species more tied to and connected to nature tend to prefer to live in nature as completely solitary or part of a looser clan structure. Any fae can choose to be solitary or court-affiliated depending on their political circumstances, but certain species stereotypically tend to be associated with being solitary or certain courts. 

Court-affiliated fae usually look down on solitary fae and more naturalistic fae because they are essentially seen as having little to no political standing (with the exception of the few very politically involved solitary fae) and in some cases as being “wild” or “uncivilized.” I want to emphasize that all fae are a type of nature spirit and tied to nature, but they relate to nature differently and court-affiliated fae have a tendency to look at more naturalistic fae as beneath them.

The “Nice” Faeries: Pixies & Sprites

On the scale between more naturalistic and less naturalistic, sprites and pixies are classes of fae species that lean very far to the naturalistic side. Some have a more simplistic intellect and most tend to behave in more “immature” or “child-like” playful manner, which is why unlike most fae species who are keen to show their sophisticated and wise nature as immortal and “superior” beings. They are all very closely tied to particular elements within nature and actually strongly radiate the energy of that element. Sometimes you can see this in an aura or energy ball of color around them.

So far between Mods Wind, Fire, and Water we know of the following types of pixies: dark pixies (radiating darkness and shadows), dusk pixies (sunset colors, associated with dusk time of day), new moon pixies (associated with the new moon phase), various plant-type pixies, “seasonal” pixies (the fae embodiment of certain seasons which seem to be responsible for bringing on each season), and insect pixies (very closely tied to nature). All these “pixies” are tall enough to stand on the palm of a human hand and have wings. Hence, they look very similar to the stereotypical Tinker Bell, Thumbelina, or Fern Gully type of faery. Sprites are very similar but regular-sized and with lightly less mischievous/child-like traits and somewhat more intelligence than pixies. They look a bit like the Children of the Forest from Game of Thrones but with wings just like pixies. Sprites are also closely tied to nature and particular elements. So far, Mods Wind and Fire have encountered general “nature” sprites (radiating earthy nature energy), water sprites (radiating water energy), guardian plant species sprites (radiating earth and plant energy, generally watch and guard over their specific plant species in an area) and light sprites (shining, yellowish, radiating light energy). Almost all fae species have some kind of elemental association since all fae are a type of nature spirits, but while most fae are of an element, sprites and pixies are more like an actual personification of that element. For example, nagas and children of the sea are both water-associated sidi/fae species, but water sprites actually radiate water energy.

Many pixies and sprites like to live in nature close to the element they are associated with, but that doesn’t mean that the majority of them are solitary either. Some are quite fine with being involved with the courts, and many of them are court-affiliated (perhaps because they aren’t all so great at defending themselves in the wild and court-affiliation comes with a degree of protection). They are usually treated like the “peons” of the courts and have low-ranking positions ranging such as scouts, messengers, servants, etc. Most sprites and pixies don’t seem too bothered by these placements in fae society and appreciate the few perks they do get from court life. In fact, many fae species refer to sprites and pixies as “lesser fae,” and this is not considered a horrible or slanderous term to use. Remember, fae culture is very different from human culture and fae treat not just humans but each other very differently than what humans would find acceptable or polite.

The Myth of the “Nice, Safe” Faeries

Nevertheless, whether court-affiliated or solitary, there is a much larger abundance of sprites and pixies living in nature on earth than most other fae species. The more powerful and more politically involved a fae spirit is, the more likely it is that they will spend most of their time living in a fae realm and not on earth. The fae realms are like the original “homeland” and earth a highly populated but less significant place in fae society. Since many sprites and pixies serve roles like messengers or scouts for the courts, they have more reason to be sent to earth. There are also just more pixies and sprites whether court-affiliated or not living on earth because they don’t mind immigrating away from the homeland of the fae realms as other fae species might. 

Being “lesser fae,” both sprites and pixies tend to be less of the haughty and superior-to-humans mindset that other fae species usually have. This higher tolerance for humans and increased potential interest in humans combined with their “cute” appearance and child-like or playful mannerisms lead to misconceptions that these characteristics are representative of ALL fae.

Sprites and pixies can still be dangerous like all fae, but they tend to be more prevalent on earth, more friendly to humans, and look more stereotypically like some movie depictions of fae. MOST OTHER FAE SPECIES are less prevalent on earth (more populous in fae realms), much less friendly towards humans, and do not necessarily fit any movie depictions of fae at all. 

Conclusions for Spirit and Fae Workers

It is extremely important to understand this difference when talking about faefolk and attempting to work with them. Confusing pixies and sprites for other types of fae/sidi species is not only inaccurate, but it’s also quite dangerous for you as a spirit worker. Make sure you are cautious with all fae/sidi species (and in general with any new spirit you encounter). Take your time identifying spirits and if you think they might be fae, even if they are a sprite or pixie it’s better to be safe than sorry. If you are new to fae work and would like a tutorial on where to start, check out Mod Fire’s tutorials for introductory fae work for beginner spirit workers and medium/advanced spirit workers.

- Mod Wind & Mod Fire

—> Have questions? Send them to us at SpiritFAQ!

Okay guys, I don’t usually write about games, but this is super important and dangerous, so I suggest you read:

There’s a game out called “Blue Whale.” You play it on your phone, and it has a list of challenges you complete. A lot of people are downloading and playing it, and this game is dangerous as hell; most of the challenges include hurting yourself.

Here’s how it works: the challenges work over the course of 50 days. At first, it starts off small, like watching horror games at a certain time of night, and then it continuously worsens.

“Why would someone play this game?” You ask. Because apparently, Blue Whale is targeted towards teens from ages 14-16, and are assigned a “master” that doles out these challenges. This “master” threatens that, if you don’t complete the challenges, they’ll kill your family (or something similar). I have no idea if there’s an actual person behind the screen that’s saying this, or just a robot.

Here’s where it gets even worse: the last challenge is to kill yourself, and it’s already brainwashed plenty of teens into doing just that. In Russia, an estimated 130 have already committed suicide. Now, it’s reportedly spreading all over the world.

Now, there is an error to what I’m saying, because there is technically no evidence that Blue Whale is leading to the deaths of these teens, but some that survived their suicide attempts have admitted that it was a Blue Whale challenge– the very last one.

Three people I know have already been invited to play it (likely by robots online), and I don’t want anyone making the mistake of downloading it.

This is a dangerous game, so don’t download it, and I’d suggest talking to your friends and siblings and kids (if you have any) about this and make sure they don’t download it, either. And if this is an urban legend like some think, then it’s better safe than sorry.

Also, spread the word so more people can know about this!

anonymous asked:

"It's not a double date, we're just third and fourth wheeling." (Prinxiety and Logicality) Also your blog is my fav and makes me so happy TYSM ❤

Awwww, I love you so much. It means the world to hear that from you. I hope you like the fic. Sorry it’s a bit late, finals.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to come with us!” Morality beamed. “I’ve always wanted to go on a double date!”

“Woah, woah, woah” Anxiety said, “This is not a double date, okay. Prince and I are just third and fourth wheeling, that’s all.”

“He’s right,” Prince chimed in, “I only came along because I heard they had a new section on dinosaurs in the museum, and you know I love dinosaurs. They’re the closest thing the real world has to dragons. I have no idea why he’s here though.”

Anxiety scowled. Just because he was little darker than the rest of the sides didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy a trip to the museum. Although he supposed the exhibit he was here to check out was a little grim.

“I,” he said, still glaring at Prince, “am going to check out the skull exhibit. On my own, because this is not a double date” He stared extra hard at Morality after his last sentence, to make sure the other side understood.

Prince rolled his eyes. “You really can’t go one hour without being an emo nightmare, can you?” he said exasperatedly. “Of course you’re going to see the skulls.”

“Well to be be fair, it is a fascinating exhibit,” Logic piped up. “This museum has almost 200 skulls.”

“I love all the interactive displays,” Morality announced cheerfully, “that’s always my favorite part of the science museum.”

“Yes, you always seem to enjoy yourself quite thoroughly there.“ Logic smiled at Morality fondly, “And I do enjoy watching you enjoy them.”

“Right, okay,” Anxiety broke in. “Look, I’m just going to go before this gets any more sappy. We’ll meet up at the car when the museum closes, good? Great.”

He turned around and started walking to the skull exhibit before anyone actually had time to reply. But for some reason, he could still hear footsteps coming from right behind him. He whirled around. It was Princey.

“Why are you following me?” he demanded, glaring up at the royal.

Prince looked indignant. “I am not following you,” he insisted. “However, this also happens to be the way to the dinosaur exhibit. We’re just sharing the corridor that’s all.”

“Fine,” Anxiety grumbled. He continued walking and Prince fell into step beside him. It didn’t take long for Prince to break the silence.

“Alright so I have to ask…”

“You really don’t, but sure continue”

Prince kept talking like he hadn’t heard Anxiety’s muttering, “Why skulls? I mean get you have that whole goth aesthetic going on, but don’t you think this is taking it too far.”

Anxiety sighed. “Look I don’t like them just because of my aesthetic. It’s just… it’s kind of amazing to me that even long after things are gone, people, animals, we can still learn so much from what’s left behind. Gives me hope that maybe we’ll end up meaning something after all, even if it’s only our bones. I like fossils for the same reason.”

Prince had actually stopped walking to look at him.

“What?” Anxiety asked defensively, his shoulders hunching up.

“Oh, nothing!” Prince said, still staring, “I was just surprised. I mean that was a really interesting answer, still incredibly depressing of course, but I just didn’t expect that.”

He paused for a moment, “Also, you like fossils?”

“Yeah, what of it?” Anxiety said, raising an eyebrow.

Prince cleared his throat. “Well,” he began, “as it happens, I too like fossils. And I happen to know that there is a very nice fossil exhibit here. It has some great dinosaur fossils, which I’m sure include skulls. I- Perhaps, you’d like to check it with me.”

Anxiety stared at him suspiciously. ‘This isn’t a date,” he said flatly.

“No, of course not,” Prince said quickly. “Just two friends partaking in a similar interest.”

Anxiety stared at him a moment longer. “Fine,” he finally said, moving forwards once more. “But we’re going to the skull exhibit first.”

He heard Prince sigh behind him. “Well, if you insist.”

Meanwhile, in another part of the museum, Logan watched fondly as Morality worked at one of the interactive machines, supposedly attempting to “fly”. He didn’t seem to be very good at it, but no one would be able to tell just from looking at the smile on his face.

“Logan,” he called out, “Come over here and put that big brain of yours to use so we can figure this out.”

Logan allowed a small smile to cross his face as he strode forward. “Of course,” he said. “It can’t be too complicated.”

“Great,” Morality said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Oh! After this I thought we could check out the space exhibit.”

Logan’s smile grew a bit wider. “That would be more that satisfactory,” he assured his boyfriend.

Morality just grinned at him. They spent the next few minutes figuring out the machine, but between the two of them, they soon got the hang of it.

As they walked to the next exhibit, Morality spoke up. “You know I wonder how Anxiety and Roman are doing?” he said thoughtfully. “They spilt up from us so quickly earlier.”

“Well if you wanted, we could check on them,” Logan suggested. “It would only be a quick detour, both the exhibits they planned to peruse are right next to each other.”

“You don’t mind?” Morality asked a bit sheepishly. “I just get a bit worried about those two sometimes.”

“Not at all,” Logan assured him. “And when it comes to those two, better safe than sorry.”

Tugging on Morality’s arm, he quickly corrected their course to make their way to the skull room, but before they’d made it there. Morality stopped them.

“Look, I think I found them,” he said, pointing through the door of the fossil exhibit.

And sure enough the two of them were there, standing rather close together as they peered into the same display case.

“Awww,” Morality said, ”Looks like this really was a double date.”

Logan chuckled. “Just don’t tell them that,” he advised.

“Fair enough,” Morality agreed. “Now, to the space exhibit?”

“To the space exhibit.“