not sure when i got a time machine


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I knew SJM was going to heal Chaol. It’s the entire premise for the book, so of course she would. I just had no idea it would feel like this.

I know I made a vague post about Tower of Dawn, but then I tried to go to sleep and realised I was still pissed so here’s a detailed account of what the phrase “get up” means to me, an actual disabled person, rather than SJM, an abled person who decided to write a disabled character being healed by nothing but those two magic words.

So here’s what get up means to me:

It started with sleeping in. It got harder to wake up every morning. My parents were convinced that I just wasn’t motivated enough, so they kept telling me to (guess what) get up. Because that’s what you say to a moody teen that won’t get out of bed, right?

Then, I started falling asleep in class. I developed a rash over my legs that made walking painful, and the pain felt like it seeped into my bones over time, leaving my legs painful constantly. I walked oddly, stiffly, around the house and at school, and it aggravated a knee injury I had from a car accident 3 years prior, one that I thought had healed within 2 months of the accident. I was wrong, and I’ve continued to be wrong to this day. The rash healed, but my knee did not.

Eventually, I stopped going to school. I tried multiple doctors until I found one that my mother liked. This doctor seemed to believe that I should be woken at 7am every morning, come hell or high water. She misdiagnosed me with an autoimmune disease (easy to do, given that CFS bears striking similarities in some cases) and subsequently viewed my chronic fatigue as a symptom of a greater problem, one she could treat with vitamins, antidepressants, a  better diet, more sunlight, etc, etc.

She was wrong.

I, being 14, didn’t get to say that she was wrong. I didn’t get to say that it hurt me when I went to physiotherapy under her orders and was forced onto the rowing machine. I didn’t get to say that it hurt me to do stretches sometimes, that it upset me when I was told to stop being lazy, to get up. I sure as hell didn’t get to tell my parents to stop trying to wake me up at 7am.

My fatigue grew worse. Soon, I got delirious when my mother tried to wake me, often having no memory of her waking me the first few times. She’d insist that I spoke to her when she woke me, that I acknowledged her, but I couldn’t remember. I’d wake at noon after 5 hours of being woken up every 10 minutes with no memory of being woken previously. I thought I was going crazy.

And through it all, I was told to get up.

Soon, I figured out that pain kept me awake. To stop myself from falling asleep in class and getting into trouble, I started beating my injured knee. It never bruised or bled, but it kept me awake. It helped me get up. I wasn’t to know that that would leave me with an injured knee to this day.

Soon, it escalated to me being unable to stay awake for more than 4 or 5 hours at a time. My school attendance was adjusted to only half-days, until even that grew too much for me. Sleep became painful, and I had to prop my knee up on a certain angle to keep the pain at bay for long enough to get the rest I needed, waking every time I shifted in my sleep.

Desperate, my parents and doctor cooked up a plan to admit me to a hospital for what they called “sleep therapy”. Basically, medical personnel would do exactly what my mother had, only they’d enforce a curfew, take away my laptop and electronic devices at night, force me into an exercise regimen, and, in my doctor’s words, “reset me”. After my experiences with physiotherapy, I was terrified of having no voice there.

Thankfully, we moved away at that point, and I lost touch with my doctor. Being admitted to that hospital became impossible given the distance, so I started at a new school with new kids. I had to explain my illness to every teacher I had, because none of them knew I was disabled. Apparently there’s no memo-type arrangement for that. It was mortifying. On my first day I was forced to walk the marathon track through the bush. I was 16, but I couldn’t articulate to them in a way they respected that it wasn’t just a matter of willpower, whether or not I could walk the track.

Turned out, it was. I willed myself through the track because I was embarrassed. I got through the day. Because I’m that strong and inspiring, right?

When I got home, I collapsed. I spent the next 24 hours in bed, unable to even get up to pee. All I did was take pain medication, eating when I needed to to take stronger doses. I barely remember the next 3 days after that, spending most of the time sleeping in bed, sleeping on the couch, or sleeping in the shower.

I received no apology from the school.

Eventually, I got up again. I went back. Months passed, and even though I only attended intermittently, I was soon appointed as a Student Leader. I have a loud personality, when I’m awake, so I guess they figured it would be useful in some capacity. I expressed concern about attending the student leadership training day, but was informed that I couldn’t become a student leader if I didn’t. So I went, having been assured that it was indoors.

It wasn’t.

First was a hike up a cliff. I almost fell over three times, convinced that if I did I’d never live it down. My knee gave out once, but I managed to stay upright. Several of my peers joked about me looking exhausted because I “wasn’t used to exercise”.

We sat down at the top of the hill, then. You know how, if you have an injury, it feels worse the next morning when you wake up? For me, sitting down without heat packs applied to my joints does the same thing. I’ll always hurt more when I get up.

So, sitting on the hard ground for half an hour listening to some camp counsellor talk wasn’t ideal. When it came time to leave, I knew I’d be so much worse.

It took me several tries to stand. Several people deemed it necessary to tell me to get up.

We walked back to the main house and sat inside for a while, talking. I was not provided with a comfortable chair, as they were few and far between and I was lagging behind the group. No one offered me one. I was the last to arrive, so I sat on the floor. Because that’s fair, right?

Later that afternoon, we were broken into groups for a scavenger hunt around the woods. I objected, informing a teacher that I was tired, but he told me that if I stayed in the house someone would have to stay to supervise me, and everyone was getting involved in the hunt. The same teacher that promised me there was no physical activity involved in the trip made me feel like my pain was a burden while I was trying to learn how to be a leader.

I got up.

I went through the motions of the scavenger hunt, sitting down on the ground and rocks where I could. Not because the pain would stop, but because my legs felt like jelly and the amount of time I could spend on them was decreasing. The more we walked away from the main house, the more panicked I got. What if I couldn’t walk back to the house? I didn’t have a wheelchair, or anything to help me get there. I voiced my concerns to the other members of my group, but they informed me that I was being dramatic and it was “just a little bit longer”.

I did make it back to the bus. I limped into my mother’s car at the school where we met up, and fell asleep immediately.

When we arrived home, I had to walk out of the car and into my bedroom, which was up a flight of stairs at that time. I fell over at the bottom and bawled my eyes out, practically crawled up them, and had to have food and water brought to me for 3 days afterwards.

All because they told me to get up. Get up from the ground, get up from my chair, get up the cliff–I had to do it, right?

I received no apology. I dropped out of high school a few months later.

Get up doesn’t cure disabilities. It puts us in danger. I don’t get up anymore. I roll out of bed after 12 hours of hibernation, but I don’t get up. I don’t set alarms. People don’t wake me (deliberately). Physically, I don’t really get up anymore. Not like this. Getting up for me means sitting up, tying my hair back, and getting to work on my novel. That’s getting up. Sometimes I can’t even do that.

I knew SJM was going to heal Chaol. I’d accepted that. I just had no idea it would feel like I never want to get up again.

Easy Glove tutorial

Hi everyone! I’ve been very busy trying to get both my cosplays done and ready for Con Bravo! So tutorials have been a bit later than I’ve wanted to upload them. I used this tutorial for my Maka Albarn cosplay and Samus Aran.No more wasting time. Here you go, another one of my tutorials.

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Long Distance [Part 2]

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: So much fluff, Language
A/N: I’m glad you guys liked part one, hope you like part two just as much!!! Let me know if I should do a part three, I’ve been debating it for a while :))

Part One


“What about some Spider-Man bath towels?” You asked through the phone, shifting it to your right ear so you can reach out and grab an item from the shelf. “I can’t believe they actually make those! They would look great in the bathroom, just saying.”

“That’s hilarious,” Peter replied, his voice sounding unimpressed. You stifled a laugh, reaching out and grabbing some basic grey ones. “If I get home and you bought a bunch of Spider-Man themed towels, I might have to kick you out.”

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anonymous asked:

What about todomomo deciding to have kids?

       Note: Omg I had so much fun writing this. Izuocha is mentioned. My headcanon that Todoroki totally thinks Yaoyo is more intimidating in combat than him and Midoriya’s daughter totally admires todo when she was young.Also made reference to akeemi-life’s todomomo twins. Enjoy! 

In which Todoroki confronts an enemy alone and Yaoyo faces her dilemma

               Todoroki touched his left side gingerly and winced at the excruciating pain. Without looking, he already knew that the enemy had dislocated his shoulder; his right leg was stabbed twice also, rendering him completely vulnerable at the very moment. His chest heaved and he leaned against what was left of a fallen pole, preparing to avoid any more combat. The police had detained the fighting around the corner of 2nd street and despite the usual protocols, Todoroki knew he had to step over bounds a little to capture the man. His head flicked to the left, a malodorous scent penetrating his domain, and he gritted his teeth.

               “Where are you, you bastard?!” A low voice growled somewhere behind him and Todoroki’s nose scrunched in agitation.

               Todoroki could feel his leg shaking from the loss of blood. Any time now, back up should be coming. He just needed to hold out a few minutes more. A static noise came out of the communication device on his uniform and he quickly gave the contraption a click.

               “Hello? Shouto?” A familiar voice came out unclearly but Todoroki sighed in relief at her composed attitude.

               “Momo, I’m behind a bunch of rubble around…” He looked up to find the nearest indication and continued in a whisper, “Around Tanpopo’s Floristry and 2nd street post office. I can’t hold out for more than 2 minutes, come quick with someone. I repeat, do not come alone. Do not engage alone.”

               “I got it,” she answered, and he knew she was worried about him by the sound of her voice, “ETA 45 seconds. When you hear my—“

               The radio became muffled as a sudden explosion erupted underneath his position. Todoroki dodged by the skin of his teeth and quickly shifted his weight to his left leg and sent a burst of fire towards his opponent. Despite having such a dull quirk, the man standing opposite of him had the melee prowess of a tiger and leapt to avoid the flames with ease.

               “You can’t dodge forever,” the man hissed, “my ‘crater’ quirk will shake earth to its very core and swallow you with it!”

               Somewhere behind Todoroki, he could hear footsteps and a distinct snap and he smirked knowingly.

               “Even if you aren’t scared of me,” the fire and ice hero stated as he made the man defer to his intense glare.

               “You should at least be scared of my wife.”

               An unannounced thunderous boom along with a cannon ball propelled itself over Todoroki’s head and he watched as his stunned opponent took it straight to his torso, sending him flailing through to the other side of the street. Tatters of footsteps followed and his wife’s shadow appeared itself.

               “Shouto!” She yelled in concern and Ojiro followed close behind. From afar, Dark Shadow and Tokoyami were holding the demonic villain down but were clearly experiencing difficulties avoiding the collapsing ground under their feet caused by the villain’s quirk.

               “Ojiro, bring Shouto out of here, I got this with Tokoyami, hurry,” her voice came out an octave lower than before, “this man wouldn’t know what hit him, literally…doing this to my husband is unforgivable.” It was no time to be laughing, but Todoroki couldn’t help but find his wife’s killer intent adorable.


               “I still can’t believe you went to confront that guy on your own, Shouto,” Momo was rolling the remaining unused portions of the gauze back into his original state, “If you do that again, I swear…”

               “Sorry for worrying you,” He skimmed his finger over his wife’s excellent handiwork and turned his wrapped arm to inspect the other side, “how’d you and Tokoyami get him within a minute?”

               A hint of red appeared on Yaoyorozu’s cheeks, “I perhaps went a little too crazy, I mean he was already weakened by you, and I was thinking rationally of course, just you know, broke four of his ribs, his pelvic bone, his hip bone and –“

               Todoroki cocked an eyebrow, “How?”

               “Oh, well the first canon broke most of his bones but afterwards Dark Shadow trapped him and I forged a machine gun to scare the man a little,” she paused sheepishly, “he didn’t surrender so I shot him with three tranquilizers, immobilizing him immediately.”

She sounded a little too proud and huffed, “I was quite happy that I’ve finally perfected my snipers, machine guns, and bazooka creations though, and who told him to leave you in this state, you gave me a near heart attack when I got Midoriya’s call!”

Todoroki was about to apologize for the twentieth time that day but was saved by a click of the doorknob.

Entered Midoriya, waving his hands, and two little girls.

“Say hi to Uncle and Auntie,” Midoriya tipped forward to speak to his daughters, “ask Uncle if he’s okay too, he would like that.” Yaoyorozu smiled at their guests and quickly picked up the youngest one, making sure the teddy bear in her hand didn’t plummet down painfully to the floor.

“Aww, I haven’t seen little Ayako and Sumire for so long!” Yaoyorozu’s eyes lit up without skipping a heartbeat and hugged onto the girl in her arms tightly, “look how much you’ve grown!”

“Sumire drew this for you,” Midoriya gentily placed a picture of what resembled a cat-dog-rabbit creature holding a lollipop onto Todoroki’s lap and the man smiled at the green-haired girl whom shyly hid behind her dad. When Sumire was young, everyone remembered, she always said that she wanted Uncle Todoroki to be her husband when she grew up, not understanding its implications, but now that she’s older, she would always hide in embarrassment whenever the latter was around.

“Who did your pig-tails for you?” Yaoyorozu put Ayako down onto the seat beside her and Todoroki watched as she gave a radiant grin towards the older one and the little girl shifted a little, looking up at her dad whom urged her softly to answer back.

“Mama,” Sumire replied and Midoriya placed a hand onto the end table to lean against it.

“Ochako’s not off yet, and the kids wanted to follow me to see their Auntie Momo so I hope they’re not too much of a nuisance,” the man spoke and crossed him arms, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come to back you up, I was too far off 15th.”

Todoroki nodded and noticed Ayako and Yaoyorozu playing rock paper scissors in the corner of his vision, “don’t worry about it, I understand.”

Sumire pulled onto Midoriya’s plaid shirt and darted her gaze from Todoroki to her dad, “I want to go home Papa,” she paused, lines forming on her little forehead, “I’m tired and Mommy’s home.”

Midoriya gave Todoroki a crinkled smile and the said man slouched a little, “Sorry Todoroki, looks like I’ll have to visit another time, you know how kids are….” He tilted his body forward to coo Sumire and Ayako quickly jumped off her seat to where her sister was.

“Say byebye,” Midoriya told them. Who knew Midoriya could be so good with kids?

“Bye,” both of the little girls said at the same time and Ayako held her sister’s hand as both of them hopped out the door in their teeny brown loafers.

Yaoyorozu gave a loud exhale, “Did you hear that?” Delight was etched onto her face as she sat next to Todoroki, “The kids wanted to see their Auntie Momo!” She admired the picture on his lap for a bit before placing it down onto the end table with care.

The man turned his head over and without warning, he asked “why don’t we have kids?”

Yaoyorozu jolted a little from the sudden question and she felt a pang in her heart, “What?! I…I’ve never thought about being a mother…that’s just…”

“Ridiculous?” Todoroki finished her sentence for her and closed the distance between them, “Why would you think that?”

“Because I don’t know how to be a mother,” she added, eyes drifting off to obscurity. Todoroki awkwardly placed his two wrapped arms on her shoulder, forcing her to fix her eyes on him.

“You will learn how to,” he reassured. He watched as she lowered her gaze, “look at me, Momo. Trust me.”

“What if I …I get confused and lead them to the wrong path? Playing with kids and having one are totally different things. The responsibilities are endless! What if—“

“I’m here with you,” he intervened, “And I can’t imagine a more suitable woman to be a mother than you. Let alone the mother of my children. You’re patient and strong at the same time. I saw how you were with Midoriya’s kids. Every time you see Uraraka holding onto them, it makes me think.” He paused.

“I respect you so much, Momo, you know that.“

Yaoyorozu picked up her head and wrapped her arms around him. With a hushed voice, she said into his ear, “I don’t think I could get to where I am now without you.”

“And me too for you,” he pressed her closer and secured his right arm slightly around her shoulder, avoiding his sensitive wounds, “I bet you already have your top ten names in your head right now.”

Yaoyorozu thrusted her lower lip forward and rolled her eyes, “You know me too well, Shouto.”

He smirked, “but tell me when I’m discharged, visiting hours are over, so you’d better go before that nurse comes in to shoo you like last time.”

The woman stood up and straightened herself, examining the calm look on her husband’s face, “Fine, I might not be able to come tomorrow, so make sure you eat and get lots of rest.”

“Ah, sure,” Todoroki answered. He watched as his wife glanced over before she departed, casting him to sit in silence and in awe of the conversation they just had.

A thrilling rush overcame him and as he plopped his head down onto the comfy pillow, a train of daydreams fancied him. Lying on the bed in complete silence as he thought, a smile made way to his lips.

Hopefully we will have twins.

i was bored at work all day and thought of voltron fast food au dhdmfhnfmf


  • really good at being sweet and nice to the most aggravating customers but as soon as they leave shes like oh my fucking GOD 
  • i would think shes that type of manager to be purposefully overly sweet to rude customers
  • but when they cross a certain line? shes immediately like get the fuck out of my store
  • INVENTED the phrase “you got time to lean you got time to clean”


  • listen you cant have him on the grill he WILL burn ur fuckin food 
  • hes a good manager but god he needs a Break sometimes He Is Tired
  • coworker: shiro a customer needs u                                                     shiro: you handle it. manager machine broke
  • is that manager who is extra about making sure the food is right. it’s a little old? fry it fresh. he better NOT catching u picking off the pickles instead of just remaking the sandwich.
  • (kinda off topic but i feel like shiro would be the guy to take forever to order? like “can i get an uhhh…shit idk what i want u order keith)


  • a GOD at drive thru
  • just really charismatic?? gets good survey reviews
  • remembers frequent customers by name & order and would die for them even tho all they do is order they food and go
  • knows how to steal food when the managers arent looking like a pro
  • probably has a secret tip jar somewhere


  • that type to become overly sweet & sarcastic on purpose when a customer is being an asshole
  • u cant put her on drive thru bec she always makes some smart ass comments while ppl order and forgets to turn off the headset when making them
  • says the ice cream machine is broke even tho it isnt because she doesnt feel like making it


  • the coworker who invents secret cool food items. want funnel cakes? fry flatbreads and sprinkle cinnamon sugar. want milkshakes? add coffee creamer to the freezies. 
  • (fun fact: we may or may not do this at my actual job oops)
  • knows how to fix everything. he will explain to u for the 800th time how to fix the cheese pump but u still wont remember.
  • i feel like he would be good working at all positions??
  • wont let u work on his register, not even for one order, even if ur his best friend if youre not a manager because hes not paying pay shit if he comes up short.


  • literally only works on line. do not let this kid interact with customers.
  • super fast and good at working on line??
  • was once put on drive thru. tried his best to have a Customer Service face and voice, it was painful for everyone involved.
  • always trash talks the food even tho he still eats it

anonymous asked:

A small tear came to my eye when jian yi was humming and blushing, is it illegall for someone to be this cute. He to precious XD

he sure loves zhan a lot <3 unrelated, but i also have this song stuck in my head in zhan’s POV from when jian yi disappears 

Talk about our future like we had a clue
Never planned that one day I’d be losing you

In another life, I would be your man
We keep all our promises, be us against the world

In another life, I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say you were the one that got away

All this money can’t buy me a time machine, no
Can’t replace you with a million rings, no
I should'a told you what you meant to me, whoa
Cause now I pay the price

And P.S., if this is Austin...

@princeyandanxiety ((She’s been waiting for this fic))
Ship: Prinxiety, background Logicality
Warnings: it’s a country songfic, toothrotting fluff, blueberry muffins, spring wedding, I think that’s it.

He knew he should at least leave his number, or a number, any number! But he just, he just couldn’t. He needed to clear his mind. This was all happening way too fast. Except, it really wasn’t. They’d been together for three years now, they moved in together a year and a half ago. Logically, as his brother back home would undoubtedly say when he got there, it was a normal paced relationship. “You’re just panicking, Austin.” He’d say, “Take a deep breath and think about this.” Then his husband would chime in.

“Now, Logan. Let the boy be. He’s always been skittish when it comes to relationships, especially of the ROMAN-tic kind.” Patton would chuckle at his pun, Logan would groan and he, Austin, would stifle a much needed laugh.
Then Patton would get serious, “I am proud that you let yourself fall in love again though. That was very brave of you. I’m sure that when the time comes, you’ll be able to face him again. Until then, I hope you like blueberry muffins!”

He’d grin and say, “They’re my favorite! But, you already knew that.”


It was a year later when he called him up. A warm Tuesday night, he was getting ready to roast marshmallows with Logan and Patton when he saw the phone.
Finally, he felt ready.
Six rings and an answering machine, and then

“If you’re callin’ ‘bout the car I sold it
If this is Tuesday night I’m bowling
If you’ve got somethin’ to sell, you’re wastin’ your time, I’m not buyin’
If it’s anybody else, wait for the tone,
You know what to do
And P.S. if this is Austin, I still love you.”

Tears weld up and he distantly heard the phone hitting the counter. Logan ran in and asked what was wrong, what had happened.

“He still loves me.” He murmured.

“Well, of course he does. Why wouldn’t he?” His brother smiled.
He explained what happened over marshmallows and s'mores.

He waited three days before trying again.
Six rings and an answering machine, and then

“If it’s Friday night I’m at the ballgame
And first thing Saturday, if it don’t rain,
I’m headed out to the lake
And I’ll be gone, all weekend long
But I’ll call you back when I get home
On Sunday afternoon
And P.S. If this is Austin, I still love you.”

This time he left his number, but not another word. He spent the whole weekend waiting by the phone. Then, on Sunday evening, this is what he heard.

“If you’re callin’ ‘bout my heart,
It’s still yours.
I should’ve listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn’t have taken me so long to know where I belong
And by the way, boy, this is no machine you’re talkin’ to.
Can’t you tell? This is Austin, and I still love you.”

One year later, they had a spring wedding. On the way to their honeymoon, Austin said to him, “You looked so ready out there. How did… how did you know I wasn’t gonna get cold feet and disappear for another year?”

Roman smiled at him, “Because, even if you did, which I know you wouldn’t, you’d call me back in a year with another hundred unnecessary apologies.” He smiled and snuggled closer to him.

“And p.s.,” Austin looked up at him, “I’d still love you.”

He closed his eyes, a smile painting his features, “I’d still love you too, Roman.”

[Red vs Blue]

Title: Burning Down the House

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Tucker/Wash

Warnings: This is entirely porn. Contains bondage, light BDSM, vibrators, mention of spanking, biting. All of it is consensual. 

Summary: Tucker has seen every way that Wash punishes himself with little discomforts. At least this way, he knows that they’re both enjoying it and getting what they need.

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anonymous asked:

Who tf is Murray and Jonney

Oh, Murray and Johnny! Everyone’s favourite extremely minor characters. Both of them are extremely well hidden, so I can completely understand any confusion. 

Murray, dear anon, doesn’t show up physically or vocally, but his name shows up exactly once in the game in a spot that makes it extremely difficult to see. 

If you look closely in the corner there, you can see Murray’s name tucked away. There’s not much (or, well, any) information on him past the fact that he repairs the machine though. 

Here’s it singled out for convenience and in case Tumblr decides to goof up the quality in the top one. 

Johnny, on the other hand, is hiding in an achievement and, debatably, behind the organ. 

Good ol’ Johnny is only really mentioned in this achievement and isn’t brought up past this.

We’ve got nothing else about this duo outside of these small mentions yet, unless Meatly’s said something about them I haven’t caught. I sure hope that he brings them up a bit more though, because the few fan interpretations of them I’ve seen have been pretty neat and I, personally, love to learn about characters. 

The Pit X Joker X Reader

“20! 21! 22!” Your capture yelled at you as you forced yourself to do press ups. Your body was screaming for you to stop. Everything hurt in ways you didn’t think was possible. You started to slow down as your body started to give up. All of a sudden a boot pressed down on your head smashing your face onto the concrete. Your turned your face under his foot, blood pouring out your nose.

He took his foot away and leaned down to you “How do you suppose you’re going to win tonight if you don’t train?”

“Sorry sir. I will carry on sir.” You said through breaths.

He grabbed your short hair from the back of your head and yanked you up “I think you deserve a time out in your cell.”

“No I can do this. I can train.” You whimpered under him.

He pulled you up onto your feet and dragged you to your cell door. He swung it open and threw you in. You fell into the cold floor. “Wrap your hands! I’ve decided your on in 10 as punishment.”

“No! Please!” you shouted but he just slammed the metal door on you. The only bit on light was coming though a tiny gap at the top of a wall. It was dark, cold and damp. You had no idea how long you had been in this hell hole. You had been kidnapped a long time ago at a boxing match. You wanted to become a real fighter for years. This wasn’t what you really had in mind. You were the best fighter in this prison. You were broken and dead inside. If there was a way out you would have taken it a long time ago. You crawled around until you found your hand wraps. You had no idea who or what you were fighting today. You just prayed this time it wasn’t till death. They were the worst ones.

After wrapping your self up and crying for a while your door swung open. HE stood there with a shit eating grin on his face. “Come on sugar tits. You’re on”

You stood up and followed him out the cell and down the halls. You could hear men shouting getting louder and louder as you approached the pit.

The pit was the area you fought. A big concrete hole in the floor and people would place bets on who was going to win. You would usually be favourite to win but sometimes your body would give in. Like an illegal dog fight but with people instead.
As you walked in all the men cheered. You looked to the hole and your heart dropped. You thought you were going to be sick. You hated these ones. This time it was you VS a trained killer pit bull. You knew you would not come out of this uninjured.

You glanced around the room and happened to catch the eye of a man. He was sitting back in a chair staring at you. He looked strange, perfect silver suit, the palest skin you had ever seen, slick green hair and a red smile stretched across his face from ear to ear. You had never seen this man before.

“Place your bets boys!” Your master shouted “Cupcake vs Dog” cupcake was the name they had given you. he threw you into the pit. The dog was pulling on its chain dying to sink it’s teeth into you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in trying your hardest to block the shouting around you. You hated killing anything but you weren’t willing to get mauled to death by a savage dog.

“Get ready!” A voice made you open your eyes. “FIGHT!”

The dogs chain was dropped and it ran straight for you. Chomping down on your arm instantly. You yelled in pain but managed to throw it off you. It charged for you again but this time in one swift move you managed to grab hold of it and break it’s neck causing it to fall limp on the ground. A few men booed at you while others cheered.

“Looks like it was a short one today fellas! Make sure you stick around for Cupcake vs Sunshine later tonight!”

Your chest heaved up and down. You looked down at your arm where you had been bit. Blood dripped onto the ground. This fight had been easier than usual. You walked to the edge of the pit and your master lifted you harshly out.

He was about to walk you back to your cell when a voice stopped him. You both turned to see the strange man smiling at you both.
“How much?” his voice was a low growl.

You master looked slightly scared, something you had never seen “This one is not for sale. Any others but this one.”

The man bent down closer to your face “Well that is a shame. I like you.”

“Thank you sir” You replied to him.

He placed his hand over your mouth where a smile was tattooed “Smile cupcake. I’ll be seeing you real soon” he whispered just so you could hear.

All the way back to your cell you couldn’t help but think about him. What did he mean he would see you soon? Was he going to break you out? No, that’s silly. You knew you would only leave this place in a body bag.
You got thrown into your cell again. You lay on the cold hard floor knowing at any second you would be dragged out again to beat up some poor girl.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, you had lost a bit of blood. Out of no where you heard shouting and guns outside your door. You managed to pull yourself onto your feet and walk over to the door. You pressed your ear against it and listened.

“Yeah it’s this one boss” a deep unfamiliar voice shouted. They were doing something to your door.

You stepped back quickly to the farthest corner. Just in time for when your metal cell door was blown straight off. The room filled with black smoke. You could see a whiteish figure walk to wards you. Out of the smoke a white tattooed hand reached out to you. You took it and he pulled you towards him. Surely enough it was him.

“I got something for you.” He growled in your ear. He passed you a machine gun.

Your heart skipped “You’re saving me?”

“You were too perfect to leave behind cupcake.”

You cocked the gun and smiled “The names y/n”

He laughed at you. You liked this man “and I’m the joker. I think I prefer cupcake.” More gunshots came from out side “We need to go”

You walked out the room with a smile stretched across your whole face. You started to run down the dingy corridors. Each cell you passed you shot the lock off making sure the girls could get out.
You ran into the main room with the pit. A few dead bodies lay around and other men with their hands in the air. “Gentlemen!” you shouted “Place your bets! You Vs my gun!” On that you lit thee whole place up with gunfire. You laughed mechanically as you did it. You stopped when all the bodies fell to the floor. You breathed heavily smiling to yourself.

You felt a hand wrap around your waist. You spun around a put your gun under his chin. You dropped your hand as soon as you realized it was the joker.

He smiled and you then growled “Come on cupcake, let’s go home”

Klaine one-shot - “Organized Chaos” (Rated PG13)

Kurt comes home one night to find his husband in desperate need of his help … but will Blaine let Kurt help him? (2292 words)

So, I re-wrote this, playing off the idea that Blaine may also have suffered from OCD, kind of the way Kurt did, but as an extension of PTSD (seeing as the meta exists that Dalton!Blaine was actually the facade, and the Blaine we see at McKinley was the person he actually was). I based this off of my own personal experiences with OCD and PTSD. The cleaning, the disposable pens, the paper towels, and the obsession with vents, those are personal to me, as is the way Blaine’s grandmother passes away.

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“Sorry I’m late, sweetie,” Kurt calls, juggling his messenger bag on his shoulder, a narrow paper bag with a bottle of Riesling in the crook of his arm, and two way-too-thin plastic bags, both trying, with little success, to contain the multiple cardboard containers of Thai food inside, “but when I went to get our food, they messed up our order … again!” Kurt shuffles in, the door refusing to open more than a few inches because of something lodged on the opposite side. “I mean, I know you love Pok Pok, and I know it’s our Thursday night tradition, but I really think that … whoa …”

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Genji: Half man. Half Machine. All dead.
McCree: I like the way you die, boy.
Pharah: When you see your mother, tell her Reyes sent you.
Reaper: The only one who can kill me, is me.
76: Killing you feels familiar.
Tracer: Your time just ran out.
Bastion: Not even a machine can escape death.
Hanzo: There is no honor in death.
Junkrat: I make the loudest booms around here.
Mei: You just got a whole lot colder.
Torbjorn: Your toys couldn’t save you, little man.
Widow maker: That’s what happens when you flirt with death.
D.VA: Nerfed, into the ground.
Reinhardt: From nursing home to funeral home.
Roadhog: Let me hear you squeal.
Winston: So smart, but still only an ape.
Zarya: Death is a weight not even you can lift.
Lucio:My favorite song is your death rattle.
Mercy: You brought this on yourself, doctor.
Symmetra: I’ll make sure your coffin is Symmetrical.
Zenyatta: He looks so…peaceful.

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anonymous asked:

could you do headcannons of damian wayne staying with jason and his s/o for a while? damian sees jason's s/o as an older sister, and jason gets a tad jealous of there relationship. thank you so much!!! ily!

(Sure! I got u fam <3) 

Jason and his S/O “babysitting” Damian would look something like this:

-Jason was supposed to take you out tonight 

-and you’d be pissed if it wasn’t for the fact that you’d be seeing Damian (Srsly you guys already rainchecked date night like 3 times) 

-the first time you met the little killing machine he threatened you for petting his dog  

-(TBH, even though he didn’t like you at first Titus lOVED YOU) 

- the little twerp intrigued you (especially when you saw his pets because DAMN U WERE A SUCKER FOR ANIMALS) 

-”Y/N can’t we just lock him in his room or something?” “Jason that’s child abuse” “nO- yOU DON’T UNDERSTAND” 

-around the fourth time watching him he started to warm up to you (Only because YOU MADE A MEAN GRILLED CHEESE AND THE LIL SHIT ATE 4 OF THEM IN A ROW)  

-Jason ate like six and Alfred THANKED GOD you were there to watch BOTH OF THEM and give him some relaxation time  

-soon it just became a tradition whenever you and Jason watched Damian (Like Alfred would buy extra bread and cheese WAITING)  

-At first Jaybird would pester the kid and it was HELL trying to keep knives from flying 


-you had to sit them both down and sort things out (cuz it got to a point where THEY BOTH got jealous over the time spent with you) 

-”BUT WHY DOES HE GET TO- *you lean into Jason’s ear* “I’ll give you a blowjob later if you give me five more minutes to finish reading the kid a story” *not another word from Jason that entire ten minutes* 


-And watching two boys pass casual threats over grilled cheese   

anonymous asked:

Can you believe evak spent whole week live together, and they didn't finish unpack, they didn't do their homework, isak didn't prepare his exam, they didn't fix wash machine thing, and now, in school, they still make out with each other, like they never get tired.!!!

so!!gross!!!! i cant believe uninterrupted makeout sessions were a huge reason for their moving in together, they probably got walked in on a lot and they just decided it was time to do something about it and one time when it got really annoying even was just like. lets move in together and isak was just like ,sure why the hell not

Prank Wars - 31 Days of Halloween

This is from my 31 Days of Halloween Writing Challenge, go check it out and send your request!

Request:  #66 with Sam and Dean involving the reader in one of their prank wars

Prompt: 66. That was evil.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2,024

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex and demi-public sex, bondage and use of sex toys; heavy pranks and a bit of disgusting things as well.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writting this, although I’m not sure if I got out of hand with the pranks. I’m quite mean when it comes to pranks so it reflected on that. I hope it’s okay. Please remember requests are always open; also feedback, comments, suggestions, complaints, etc. are always very welcome.


Dean was standing right in front of the bunker’s door; he had a beer on his hand and a full view of the ground floor. His eyes were focused on the door that led to the basement, which was closed and it had a bucket full of icy water on top.

“What are we looking at?” Spoke Sam, standing behind Dean with a book in his hands.

“It’s just a… Wait, what are you doing here?” Dean turned around to face his brother.

“I was going to the library but…” Dean shook his head.

“I thought you were at the basement.” Dean said and Sam nodded.

“I was… But I left to my room by the other door. Why are you so stressed?” Sam asked.

“Well, that bucket full of ice and water was for you.” Dean explained.

“Oh, so we’re starting the jokes again.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Sam. It’s Halloween! I want to have some fun.” Dean exclaimed.

“Well, good luck next time.” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah… Wait, wasn’t (Y/N) with you?” Dean got serious again.

“Yes, she… Oh, no.”


Suddenly, a splash of water filled the brother’s ears; both of them snapped their heads towards the basement door which was now opened. You were right under it, covered in water, shaking. Sam and Dean ran to you.

“I’m so, so sorry. Babe, I promise it was for Sam.” Dean started apologizing. You were looking down, trying to ease your breathing.

“He’s an asshole but please don’t get mad.” Sam continued; both brothers looked like lost puppies.

“It’s just the stupid prank thing Sam and I do and… It’s a dumb game, I’m sorry, I love you.” Dean insisted. You lifted your gaze and meet your boyfriend’s, giving him a wicked smirk.

“Oh it’s on, Winchesters.” You said. Both brothers swallowed loudly, not knowing what you were capable of.

It started with a good ol’ wet bed prank.

Sam was fast asleep after a day of training with Dean. The poor hunter was too tired to even hear when you walked in, carrying a bucket of warm water. His hand was already hanging from the bed, which made your job ten times easier. You placed the bucket carefully, lifting his hand a little to make sure it didn’t get wet before time; then you let his hand in.

Needless to say, Sam had a rough awakening the next morning, when he realized he had wet the bed. Dean couldn’t stop laughing at his brother, who was now making the drama of his life.

“I told you it was on, Sammy.” You mocked, while he was putting his bed sheets inside the washing machine. He gave you a death glare.

“Dean is the one that got you wet.” Sam begun.

“As always.” Dean smirked, interrupting his brother.

“Whatever, it’s his fault. Why did you take it out on me?” Sam pouted.

“Oh Sammy, this is just a glimpse of what I can do. I’m planning something way worse on your brother.” You smiled. Dean opened his eyes widely and Sam nodded, satisfied to know his brother would get it worse.

“Wait, babe I said I’m sorry… You’re not going to do anything evil to me, right?” Dean muttered, giving you his version of the puppy eyes.

“Of course not, sweetie.” You replied sarcastically, “It’s going to be worse than evil.” You finished and without saying anything else, you left the laundry room.

“Dude, you’re screwed.” Sam chuckled.

“Shut up, wet pants.”

You let a couple days pass before your next prank.

You dared Dean to a chugging contest; he got really drunk, and you stood sober thanks to Coyote ugly. You led Dean to your shared room and made sure he was fast asleep before putting out some alcohol activated paints palette you found on a Halloween store.

You gave him the scariest clown face you could come up with, and then went to bed like you normally would. Since it was alcohol activated, nothing but alcohol would remove the makeup… Although, Dean didn’t have to know that.

The next day, Dean went straight downstairs for his morning coffee, not bothering in taking a look in the mirror. Sam woke up a few minutes after his brother, he walked downstairs and to the kitchen only to find his brother turning his back on him.

“Morning, Dean.” Sam spoke, opening up the refrigerator to look for something to eat.

“Morning, Sammy.” The older replied, he turned around and found his brother about to grab his favourite snacks. Dean left his coffee on the table and ran to his brother, slapping his hand away from the snacks. “Mine.” Dean said, Sam rolled his eyes and turned to look at his brother in order to argue, but he couldn’t. Sam was speechless. “What’s with you this morning?” Dean asked and Sam screamed, throwing his fists towards his brother’s face.

“Stay away from me, you bastard!” Sam cried. Dean furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his reflex in the bread toaster.

“She can’t be serious.” He muttered. Sam was almost fainted, still on the floor, trying not to cry.

“Morning, handsome.” You greeted, entering the kitchen with a mischievous smile. “Sammy.” You swayed your hips around the kitchen, trying not to laugh.

“We get it, you pranked both of us.” Dean rolled his eyes, and your smile grew wider.

“I did.” You said, “But I’m not done… I’m going shopping today, hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t… Shopping what? More makeup? Because, I’m sure you spent all of your on this masterpiece.” Dean said, gesturing a circle around his face.

“No, it’s a secret. But I bet you will like it.” You took a sip from Dean’s coffee and the left.

“Dude, we’re super screwed.” Dean said.

“It’s your fault.” Sam cried, avoiding his brother; he didn’t want to see the clown face anymore.

“Sorry… I’m going to wash this off and then we’ll go get somethings for our revenge, okay?” Dean suggested and Sam nodded.

A few minutes later, the loudest “son of a bitch” pronounced by Dean were heard all over the bunker. He had just found out that the paint couldn’t be washed off.

“That bitch!” Dean shouted.

“She’s your girlfriend.” Said Sam, covering his eyes.

“I’m dating a bitch.” Dean corrected. Although, the thought made him smile a little. “We will have our revenge, I promise.”

Their revenge was faster. As soon as you got home, Sam made sure your car’s door handle had a little surprise for the next time you used it; which was a few hours later.

Dean had convinced you to go buy some decorations for the bunker and you accepted happily. Both brothers followed you to the car and watched as you pulled the handle. A brown smelly, substance got all over your hand.

“What the hell is this?” You asked angrily, showing your hand to the brothers.

“Let’s just say you now have a handful of crap.” Dean laughed.

“Dog crap, actually.” Sam added. Both brothers had satisfied grins on their faces.

“YOU PUT DOG CRAP IN MY CAR?!?” You exclaimed, “I was going to stop the pranks but, you know what? You’re going to pay for this. Both of you!” You threatened angrily and left to the bathroom, wanting desperately to wash your hand, except that Dean had changed the liquid soap to oil. “DEAAAAN!” You screamed and both brothers appeared at the bathroom door.

“What is it, sweetheart? You can’t wash it off?” Your boyfriend chuckled.

“You’re a dead man… And so are you, Sam.”

For the rest of the week, you pulled all kinds of jokes on them.

You put itchy powder on the toilet paper, baking soda in the ketchup and salt in every single one of Dean’s drinks. You put food colouring in Sam’s shampoo, and honey in Dean’s face while he was taking a nap. You changed the water heat when Dean was showering, so it came out cold as ice and then you did the same to Sam. You took the screws out of every chair in the library, and then enjoyed the view as both brothers fell on each and every chair they tried. You also changed Dean’s coffee for soil and the sugar for salt, which resulted in the funniest breakfast ever.

“(Y/N), we need to talk.” Said Sam, leading you to the library.

“What is it, boys?” You asked innocently.

“We’re giving up.” Said Dean after sharing a look with his brother.

“Giving up?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Yes. You are the supreme queen of pranks, and we just want to spend the rest of October in peace.” Dean explained and you laughed.

“Guess the Winchester boys aren’t as tough as I supposed.” You laughed. Sam raked his fingers through his now pink hair and nodded.

“Truth is, we never had an opponent as… hard core as you.” Sam confessed and you sighed.

“So, no more pranks?” You asked and both brothers shook their heads.

“No more… Maybe until next year when we find a way to beat you.” Dean chuckled and you did two.

“I’m always two steps ahead, baby.” You winked and walked towards the boys, extending your arms to hug them both. “Well played, boys.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Dean said excited.

“Me neither.” You replied.

Dean and you were driving to the closest cemetery in town.  You had convinced him to go have a little “adventure” with you there and he didn’t have to think it twice.

“So, ready?” Dean asked once he was parked. He kissed your neck and caressed your leg.

“Wait, I want to do it outside.” You said, pulling him away.

“Like outside in…?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, “We’d be like college kids in Halloween… You know, getting the spooky experience and all.” Dean sighed and agreed.

You two went inside the cemetery walking over to a big tree that was in the back of the place. The two of you started making out; you pulled Dean’s flannel and shirt away, as well as his belt.

“Wait… I have something else.” You said, taking a big chain from your back. Dean didn’t even think it twice when you suggested tying him to the tree. “Now, you have ten minutes to get lose… Then we can go and have sex over one of the tombs.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Dean smiled.

“Yes, but that’s why you love me. Now remember, ten minutes.” You replied.

“You’re underestimating me. I can do it in three minutes.” Dean winked.

“Right, I forgot… There’s a little something else.” Dean furrowed his eyebrows as you took a little red button from your bag.

“What is that?” The hunter asked.

“A remote controller.” You answered, and before Dean could ask what it controlled you pressed it. Something between Dean’s legs started vibrating.

“What the…?”

“I told you, you would like it.” You smiled, remembering that shopping trip you had done a few days ago.

“We agreed… no more pranks…” Dean struggled to say.

“I know, but I spent a lot on this… I just couldn’t waste it.” You explained innocently.

“So… One… Last… Prank…” Dean shuted his eyes strongly, trying to supress his moans.

“Yeah, now good luck getting back home.” You kissed his cheeks and took the car keys from his pocket.

After three hours. Dean appeared on your shared bedroom’s door.

“I thought you could do it in three minutes, not three hours.” You laughed.

That was evil.” He said, walking to the bathroom to change his dirty clothes.

“Someone looks angry.” You observed innocently. Dean snapped his head back at you and smirked.

“Oh, no sweetheart. I’m not angry, I’m just impatient to see the look on your face when I get back to you.” And with that said, he closed the door.

“I’m screwed.” You whispered to yourself.

The two of you made sure to keep Sam away from your further pranks; and the night of Halloween you settled the war with a tie. You were now very anxious for next year.

Followup 3 To How Your Costume Shop Works:

Your Wardrobe Crew At Work: 

SO, you’re a newbie on a wardrobe crew on a touring show/reasonably sized theater. What now?

Generally, when you walk into your first day on a wardrobe gig, they hand you a run sheet for all of the actors that you’re dressing. This is usually a breakdown of which costume they’re in for which number, when and where they change, and if it’s a quickchange. If it is a quickchange, they usually also tell you how much time you have. 

Some shows also give you a breakdown of each individual “look,” so you know what the “Temptations: Melvin” look actually is (that was a gold suit from Motown with a white frilly shirt and black patent shoes.) Others just give you a picture of it, and you do as well as you can. Often times, the actors (especially on touring shows) will know exactly what they’re supposed to be wearing and you’re just there to enable it. 

On smaller scale shows, especially if you’re moving from being a stitcher in the shop over to wardrobe as the shows go up, you’re often making your own run sheet as you go- on those shows I walk around with a notebook in my apron jotting down things like “end of "Sit Down” change Adams to green suit” Eventually, whether you’re making the run sheet sort of for yourself, or you’ve been given one, you really do memorize everything after a while-even on a show the size of Lion King, by the beginning of Week 2, I was running almost without my notecards. 

Post-show, on big shows, there’s often a separate crew that does nothing but laundry. On smaller shows, the wardrobe crew gets it done, doing all the handwashing before they leave, and cycling all the machine washables through and into the dryer. Then, when you come in the next day, the first thing you do is iron/steam everything that came out of the wash and/or got worn the last day so that people look good, and you spend your pre-show time making sure that you have everything you need in the right places for the actual run. 

Hello there, everyone!

 I’m back by popular demand (and also because I have really enjoyed writing as of late when I cannot fall asleep and have been enjoying this unexpected spark of creativity) with a follow-up to my previous story I posted less than a week ago! I wasn’t too sure how to go about this, but I’m currently leaning towards a series of interconnected mini-fics that are part of the same story but are titled individually…maybe?

Well…I’ll give this a go and see if it works out as well as I am hoping it will…I tagged everyone who let me know that they would like to be tagged, but if you want me to start tagging you in future stories I write or want to be removed from my tagged list, please don’t hesitate to let me know! 😁

Also, I absolutely love all the feedback on my previous story, so feel free to let me know what you think of this one!

So this (as well as my last fic and most of my stories to come) is based on actual events from my own life, so it all takes place in modern times not the mid-late 90′s like the actual show (if you couldn’t already tell lol), and I took some creative liberties to find the right balance between MMFD plot and my love life drama…This picks up where the other story left off and is kind of just a filler/transition chapter (sitting pretty at about 1,880 words), but have no fear! I shall be kicking the flirty vibes up a notch in the next chapter that is gonna be posted incredibly soon! *wink, wink*😉😉

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