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Listen. Harry James Potter was an accident. 

You cannot convince me otherwise. Lily and James were 19 when they got pregnant. There’s no way that was on purpose. 

Please picture it. 

Lily tells James they’re pregnant. James panics, leaves, finds the other Marauders and demands a lads night, you know, no reason, just some drunken shenanigans for no reason at all with friends! Remus notices something seems a bit off and keeps an eye on his friend, but no one says anything. It’s only several hours later, when James is drunkenly crying and wailing on the floor, “He’s going to be so small! How can I protect him? SO SMALL!” that they realize what’s going on. They ask him if he is going to be alright. He sobs, tears and snot running down his face, and nods furiously. “This is the happiest I have ever been!” The others look at each other, shake their heads, and pull him to his feet. Sirius marches him back home to Lily, who has been waiting, scared, alone, and more than a little pissed off at her boyfriend for the better part of the night. She softens when she sees James drunkenly leaning on Sirius, Sirius shrugging in apology, because James is a mess but at least he’s home now. James falls to his knees in front of her and says, “I’m so sorry I ran off. I got scared. I’m still scared. But I’m happy too.” Lily can’t help but smile. “It’s alright, James, we’ll figure–” But James loudly shushes her and points at her stomach. “Wait. I’m talking to my son.” Lily glares at him and reminds him that it could be a daughter. Sirius adds, “Could be twins! Or quintuplets!” Lily glares more and tries not to laugh while James murmurs into her belly, “’M gonna ask your mum to marry me, but keep it secret ‘cause I have to buy a ring first. And a broom. Not for the wedding. For you. Do you like quidditch? You probably don’t know what that is yet. Don’t worry. I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you everything.”

Okay, so like how when sheep/kids baaa at you and you baaa back and they all baaa again?? How would aliens react is if a human on their mission started making the creatures noise back at them until they all doing it.

Well…

The mission was fairly simple in Grutona’s mind: follow the tracks of certain creatures and use environmental clues to discern aspects of the creature’s lifestyle and needs. The group had been following the large, octagonal shaped prints of a swutonaton for the past several standard hours, and up to this point, they still hadn’t actually encountered the beast.

Good. Grutona was not keen on being eaten alive today, which would surely be the result of disturbing the beast. Protocol on the mission was to leave should contact be breached with any species that was not fully documented.

However, there was one member of the team that made Grutona worry. Maria seemed to take things like Protocol as more of a… guideline. Already today Maria had disregarded rules about eating wild tree fruit claiming “they have these on my planet, don’t worry!” Grutona did worry. Especially when Maria added: “Besides, they’re delicious.” Grutona knew what type of treefruit Maria was eating, and xhe was skeptical of the claim. These deadly fruits humans called “lemons” were HIGHLY acidic and sour. On xer home world, a fruit like that would be used by deadly criminals as a poison.

Needless to say, having a human on the crew had been an eye-opening, mind-boggling experience. Grutona was learning more about universal cultures on this mission than ever before, that was for certain.

It was a few more minutes of walking along the path, Grutona taking note of the way the plant life was smashed down to the side of the path of the tracks as if the swutonaton had stopped for a time and rested.

“Ah, so it appears swutonaton are a restful breed, and likely a predator species as evident by their choice location being one leaving them so vulnerable.” Kerip, another member of the team, said this clinically, xis eyes dilating further as his species was wont to do in order to get a magnified look at things. As he was examining he spoke to his partner, Bepin who recorded xis observations on a datapad.

There was a noise further down the trail, strangely like a yawn. Grutona looked over cautiously. Maria was gone. Grutona frowned and made toward the sound hoping it was just Maria doing some sort of human thing xhe was unfamiliar with and not the beast hiding in the plant life beyond planning an attack on the mission crew.

But when had luck ever been on Grutona’s side?

As xhe rounded the bend in the trail xhe was met with the horrifying sight. Xhe would have screamed if it were a characteristic of xer race. Instead, xhe stood there in shock.

Maria stood in front of the creature they were tracking all right. The only thing was, the team was entirely wrong about what they thought they were following here. They had assumed the animal was very large, at least nine or ten times the actual size of the creatures in front of them now. And creatures they were. There were at least fifteen of these creatures and they were all piled atop one another, drooling heavily, spiked tails and trunks laying anywhere. 

“I’d definitely call this a dog-pile.” Maria chuckled, completely unconcerned at the reality that basically everything they had assumed about these creatures was wrong. Maria turned to look at Grutona, eyes gleaming in mischief. “Guess we were wrong about the elephant-sized animal with forty pig-sized feet, huh?” Grutona said nothing, still reeling. They needed to leave, Protocol demanded it, and they needed to go soon before more of the creatures woke up as one was doing now.

“Hey, look! They’re starting to wake up! They’re so cute!” Maria took another step closer to them, making cooing noises as Grutona watched in horror as more of the swutonatons started to rouse. Footsteps behind xer alerted xer to the rest of the team arriving to the scene finally. 

There was a moment of stunned silence before an exasperated sound came from Bepin and Kerip started mumbling in astonishments about all the things they had wrongly ascertained. 

“We should leave,” a voice of reason finally called from the back of the group: Teriwald, the ranked officer from the ship who had been tasked with “protecting the scientists” on the expedition.

Grutona found xer voice again, finally. “You’re–”

There was a sudden, loud sound from the pile of creatures “Meeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrm.”

“Okay, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever heard,” Maria was watching the herd of swutonaton with complete adoration in her gaze. Grutona had been warned to be wary of humans when they assumed a look like this one. There was no telling what kind of things they might do next. 

Whatever Grutona had expected, it was not what Maria did next. Maybe xhe thought she would have started running in circles around the group or walk over and touch one, but xhe certainly did not predict that  Maria would raise her arms in imitation of a swutonaton trunk and repeat the noise back at them in perfect imitation. “Meeeeeeeerrrrrm!”

“What are you doing, we need to go!” Teriwald reminded in an increasingly demanding tone. 

“Calm down, Waldo, we’re fi–” Maria was cut off by several cries of the swutonaton calling back at her.

“Meeeeeerrrm!” 

“Oh, this is too good!” More of the swutonaton had stirred now, and they were climbing off of each other and standing in a herd before Maria who laughed and made the noise again. 

“Meeeerrrm!”

“MEEEEEEEEERRRRRM!!!” The entire herd of seventeen (Grutona had counted in xer moments of horror earlier) swutonaton were now calling back at Maria’s prompting. 

Nobody on the team said anything as they all watched in rapt attention Maria and the herd of swutonaton yell at each other for the next ten standard minutes. 

Humans, Grutona concluded, still half horrified, are weird.

anonymous asked:

What do you think about Ron being a prefect because that always pissed me off in my opinion he absolutely did not deserve it

By the time he was 15 Ron Weasley had faced down more genuinely terrifying obstacles than most adults. He had demonstrated that his loyalty would prevail even when he was scared or jealous. He had shown that he had valuable skills and knew his limits, and that he was willing to step aside and take one for the team. Why wouldn’t he deserve to be a prefect?

Even if you’re not a Ron fan, though, consider the context. In appointing prefects Dumbledore would have had several goals in mind:

  • Keeping a handle on Harry - no one was going to do that better than Ron, including Hermione, who both Ron and Harry sometimes disregard because she can be so by-the-book.
  • Making sure that Harry had the latitude to do what he needed to do - Ron was going to be understanding of that in a way no one else would have been.
  • Making sure that the Death Eaters didn’t get a foothold in Gryffindor - Ron would never have let that happen.
  • Developing the Order’s bench - Ron’s whole family was in the Order, developing his leadership skills and confidence was the safest bet going.
  • Creating balance in the house - Hermione might be a stickler for rules, but Ron would be a moderating influence.
  • Appointing prefects who could lighten adults’ loads as they focused on the war - Ron would have had important perspective on what really needed adult intervention and what students could be encouraged to work out on their own.
  • Appointing prefects who would stand up to each other and make sure no one abused their power - Ron definitely wouldn’t have had a problem stepping in if anyone else, especially Pansy and Draco, had tried pulling rank on younger kids, and the Slytherins would’ve realized that Ron wouldn’t have been above retaliating if they’d been tempted.
  • Making Ron a prefect also would’ve helped him come into his own among his siblings, given him a better understanding of power and authority (and helped reveal any lurking character issues that power might have brought out - remember how Percy changed when he became a prefect?)
  • And tbh, if Dumbledore saw what was coming he may have understood the virtue in giving Ron some privileges and creature comforts (for his sake and for Harry’s).

Consider the choices, too. There are only five possible Gryffindor boys prefects.

  • Harry was way too preoccupied and wouldn’t have benefited from additional responsibility, nor was it the best use of his energy.
  • Seamus had doubts about whether Voldemort’s return was real and had contributed to people second-guessing Harry, and it would’ve been risky to give him authority if that’s how he might have used it.
  • Neville still had his old wand and his magical strength wasn’t great yet, and he also may not have had the social authority to enforce rules, plus he had shown that he was willing to stand up to the trio and stop them from doing what they needed to do which, while brave and well-intentioned, had the potential to really get in the way of important stuff.
  • Dean was great and probably would’ve been a perfectly fine prefect but didn’t come with the same tactical advantages.

Any way you look at it, it’s gotta be Ron. He was the best choice going in any number of ways. Including because he had shown that he deserved it.


(P.S. - Why Pansy and Draco were the right choices too)

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Comic dub of an Overwatch fancomic by @artbytesslyn - featuring the voices of @totalspiffage as Widowmaker, @hnilmik as Sombra, and myself as Reaper!

Woof. This comic dub was QUITE the undertaking. STORY TIME: a few months back, I approached Tesslyn to see if she’d be interested in letting me turn her Patreon-only comic series “Ghost” into a comic dub. We decided that the best time to release said dub would be after she had done enough pages to put together a single comic on Gumroad, and I could drive some sales towards that. Perfect!

Cut to a month ago, Tesslyn shared her finished comic with me and my first impression was “oh no I  may have bit off more than I can chew what have I done”. Let me break down some of my fears going into mixing this, and how they got overcome. Or maybe the fears remained and I just got super lucky and this comic dub got done anyway. One of those!

First of all, atmosphere. While I’d done atmospheric comic dubs before, I’d never done one THIS long and where many sustained moments were held over several panels with no dialogue or very minimal dialogue. This meant a lot of thinking about “how long do I hold on this panel? how long would be too long or too short?”; I usually rely on dialogue beats for that (eg panel is revealed, dialogue starts, dialogue ends, panel changes, repeat) but now that I had something a little freeform it was time for a mild panic attack. In the end I went with my gut and “eyeballed” it (“eardrummed” it? no that’s terrible) and I think I managed to get this out all right! At least, I hope so.

Second of all, music. I was REALLY tempted to use the music I’d heard playing the visual novel “The House in Fata Morgana” and was weighing up the pros and cons of using music associated with another game and the possibility of having this video hit with a copyright claim. In the end I decided “what the heck, I’m really feeling that game’s soundtrack for this dub!” and went with it. At first, I was using the track “This Mutilated Body” by Yusuke Tsutsumi, which I thought was PERFECT (both in terms of the mood conveyed and the title); but I just couldn’t really make it flow with the comic dub as a whole piece, it went a little bit too hard and had way too much energy. Then I tried using “Everybody’s Crying” (also by Yusuke Tsutsumi) and that worked out much better; the piece flowed with the rise and ebb of emotions in the comic, and the title still works as well! In any case, there’s a second audio mix of “Ghost” with different background music on my computer and I dunno what to do with it.

Third of all, ACTING. For a comic centered around Widowmaker, I was not nearly expecting the amount of emotional heavy lifting Sombra had to do. And super lucky times for me: Kimlinh knocked it out of the hotdamn park. HOTDAMN ACTING. I actually got a little bit teary mixing the part where Sombra starts attacking Reaper; and completely put off the part where she realises that BOTH her friends are running out of time, because I felt like I couldn’t do the mix proper justice. Tamara was also super great as Widowmaker (and a surprise appearance from Amelie!) with both her usual cold demeanour, and a surprisingly gentle side coupled with the quiet, tired acceptance of her forthcoming expiration. And finally, I am also there. I smoulder with barely restrained rage. Is what Reaper does.

I’d talk sound effects, but at this point I think this has gone on long enough. Long story short: sound effects are both the blessing and the bane of my sound mixing existence. Finding the sound of a plasteel (presumably) mask hitting the ground? What kind of ground is it anyway: soft, hard, gravel? How loud should the simulated tinnitus be so its presence is felt without actually hurting the ears of the audience? What does the hum of a hologram sound like? I can’t find the sound of someone getting pummeled by angry hispanic fists, so it looks like I’m going to have to record myself hitting myself! Where can I sneak in the Wilhelm scream THIS time?

ANYWAY! If you enjoyed that, why not watch some of my other comic dubs?

Why Medical School Is Important

This week, I learned a lesson about why medical school is so important. For 4 years, we cram everything into our heads, a little about every specialty. In the end, we all just can’t wait to specialize in our own fields and not have to remember the majority of other stuff we memorized. We can always just consult someone else if we need help right? Well… What if you didn’t recognize the underlying problem in the first place?

This week on neurology, we had a 27 year old woman who was admitted overnight for severe headache. They ended up doing a brain MRI, which showed several small diffusion weighted defects in the posterior brain consistent with strokes. We were asked to see her in the morning for evaluation of “strokes”. I was asked to read her chart and go see her. I thought it was a little odd that a healthy 27 year old had strokes, but you never know. I start reading up and see that her systolic blood pressure has been above 160 all night. They were allowing some degree of permissive hypertension for her strokes. Her creatinine was 1.4. They also assumed this was because of her elevated blood pressures. Finally, there was protein in her urine. I keep reading and notice she is 4 days postpartum. I haven’t even seen the patient yet and put the pieces together in my head. Elevated blood pressure, severe headache with visual scotomas, elevated creatinine, protein in the urine, postpartum… Holy shit, this person has preeclampsia with severe features and needs to be started on a magnesium drip immediately!

I want to go into Ob/Gyn, so naturally I was a little excited that I recognized this. I immediately went to my 70 year old attending and told him this. He looked surprised, and I could tell he probably hadn’t thought about this disease in decades since usually they are admitted to ob/gyn and not neurology. He asked me to call the ob/gyn that was on. Within a few hours, she was seen and started on a magnesium drip for preeclampsia with severe features. My attending and I went to radiology and had them re-read the scan. She had PRES not strokes. This woman could have gone home on aspirin, an anti-hypertensive, and a statin with neurology follow-up and had a seizure a day later from full blown eclampsia.

In the end, I learned about how one person going down the rabbit hole of one diagnosis can lead to a series of several providers going down it as well. It was a shining moment for me as a medical student, not going to lie. But it also showed me the importance of being well read and not shutting out my mind to other specialties. We all need to know a little about everything and when to realize our limits and consult someone else. And a lot of the time, medical school is the only immersive experience we will get in many of these specialties. It matters more than just learning for the sake of the shelves.

You know, I’m actually not even the least bit shocked that the BBC is deciding to announce who Thirteen is less than a week before SDCC. Which is, as we all know, supposed to be a big farewell and celebration of Peter’s Doctor and Moffat’s era. 

Matt announced he was leaving back in June of 2013 and Peter wasn’t announced as Twelve until August of 2013. This didn’t happen to Matt, so why should it happen to Peter? It seems like its no secret that the BBC (and the media) have undermined Twelve and Peter’s run at every chance they got. There is hardly any official merchandise of Twelve, especially when you compare it to Ten and Eleven. On top of that, Twelve’s run has not only not won any awards or given any recognition for its groundbreaking episodes, but Peter himself hasn’t won anything for his time on the show. Who knows, maybe he will for series 10, but right now its looking doubtful. 

Ever since 2014, several articles have ran with the titles “Who will be Peter Capaldi’s replacement?”, “_____ wants to be the Thirteenth Doctor!”“Have ratings gone down because of Peter Capaldi?”, etc. Articles ran filled with ageism, and nothing but disrespect towards Peter. 

I could probably go on a much longer rant, but I won’t. Peter and his era deserves so much more credit and love than its given. It has been one of the most groundbreaking, if not the most groundbreaking era that this show has ever made. 

Edit:

When I made this post, I was simply complaining about the BBC and media’s treatment of Twelve and Peter. Not Moffat, not Clara, not the fandom. I didn’t make this post for the blame game to be played. I wasn’t expecting this post to take off like it did just because of me simply voicing my frustrations towards the BBC and media (and it being their faults, no one else’s) for Twelve’s era being underrated.

Was I tired and emotional while making this? Yes. Did the announcement of Thirteen overshadow Peter’s time at SDCC? No.

While I still think Twelve’s era deserved a better treatment from the BBC and media, it shouldn’t detract from celebrating and appreciating it.

On nights like these, Viktor knew what to do.

It’s not like he got it right the first time. Or the second, or the third. And once he had gotten it, that didn’t mean he stopped making mistakes. He always made mistakes. But Yuuri helped him learn that was okay.


One night, Viktor woke up to find Yuuri upright, leaning against the headboard. His expression was blank, but Viktor could tell there was some sort of dull churning going on in his head.

“Go back to sleep, Viktor,” Yuuri said when he caught Viktor staring, pushing up the corners of his mouth with a little force.

Viktor, too sleepy to argue, did.


There was a night at the Onsen when Viktor heard Yuuri whimpering through the thin screen doors. Thankfully, Yuuri was already used to having Viktor around at the time. So Viktor quietly entered Yuuri’s room, shut the door behind him, and sat at the side of his bed.

Yuuri was sitting up, but with his arms around his knees and his face buried in his elbow. His glasses were beside him.

Viktor could see some wetness glimmering on the back of Yuuri’s hand.

“I’ll get water,” Viktor said gently, squeezing Yuuri’s arm a bit. Yuuri nodded into his elbow.

After returning with water and placing it on the bedside table, Viktor offered Yuuri a blanket. He took it, rubbed his eyes with it, and then wrapped it around his shoulders.

Viktor turned off all the lights and coaxed Yuuri to lie down beside him.


Another night, things didn’t go so well. Viktor was annoyed, for some reason. Even he himself wasn’t sure why. But he wasn’t being the usual whiny, vocal Viktor that Yuuri was used to. He was being closed off instead.

Yuuri tried several times to make conversation. None of his numerous attempts took off, always ending in a silence more tense than the previous one.

“Viktor,” Yuuri said, placing a hand on Viktor’s arm as a signal to stop walking. They were in a park, taking Makkachin out for her morning stroll.

“Mm?” Viktor grunted.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Yuuri said.

Viktor turned away and kept walking.

“Viktor!” Yuuri exclaimed, shocked. That was a very rare thing for Viktor to do. He caught his wrist and held it tight. “Talk to me.”

Viktor turned on him. “Why? You never do anyway,” he said, his voice much too measured, too deliberate.

Yuuri dropped his hand.

“I’ll meet you back at the house,” Yuuri said, and before Viktor could say anything, Yuuri ran, Makkachin whimpering in the distance.

Viktor turned up an hour later with a blanket, a glass of water, and an apology. He confessed to Yuuri he didn’t know what made him so tense.

“Maybe I’m just tired,” Viktor said.

“Maybe you are a bit frustrated with me,” Yuuri replied. “You’re right, I never really tell you what I’m thinking during those times.”

Viktor’s eyes widened. “Y-You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!”

Yuuri frowned. “It’s not that I didn’t want to, honestly. I’m just not used to… telling other people.”

“Oh,” Viktor said, a little dumbfounded. Why hadn’t Yuuri ever talked to anyone about it?

“I mean Phichit was always there for me when I needed it, but I could never really say what was going on, but with you maybe I can try, you know? Maybe it would be better if–”

“Yuuri,” Viktor cut into his rambling, the corner of his mouth lifting the tiniest bit.

He took Yuuri’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles. Yuuri still blushed, even though Viktor had done that countless times before.

“I’d be honored to know what goes on inside Yuuri Katsuki’s head,” Viktor said. “Just. Don’t force yourself, okay? I know we’ll get there in time.”

And Yuuri’s heart swelled until he thought his chest would burst. A fresh wave of tears stung his eyes, but Yuuri knew they weren’t from pain.

He yanked Viktor forward by the hand and hugged him tight.

moira tips!

  • don’t hold down your healing. try to burst it and get multiple allies with it. it does the most healing for a support that isn’t an ultimate/amp it up (80 HP/S) and does a little healing over time.
  • do not go after that tank. seriously. you cannot kill the tanks. dont even try. unless they’re at very low health you Will Not Solo Any Tank
  • squishies on the enemy team are good targets for you to use to attack. genji and tracer are pretty easy to get once dash/recall are on cooldown, tiny d.va, and low-mobile squishies like mccree and zenyatta.
  • moira’s primary attack (her purple life-sapping beam) is a soft lock. practice tracking! move around your target, keeping your reticle trained on them as much as possible. there is some lenience, but it’s not like symmetra’s beam. you need to track.
  • use a crosshair or crosshair and circle for your reticle. i used my friend to help me adjust the crosshair length to around the distance the reticle can be to lock to a target. 
  • if you’re fine with differing sensitivies for different characters, use a higher sensitivity for moira
  • fade is on a very short cooldown, but does not last very long. using it to get out of spawn or for more mobility is usually fine. if you are in a teamfight, though, try to avoid using it until you are low on health and need to escape, or someone on the enemy team ults and you need to get to cover or get out of graviton/blizzard.
  • fade will get rid of discord orbs, anti-heal, etc. you cannot fade out of a junkrat trap. i tried. you will still die. if you step in a junkrat trap just accept your fate. 
  • moira’s attack will prioritise enemies over other things like turrets, junkrat traps, orisa’s ult, etc. this is where the tracking and aiming is important. be careful what you’re aiming at.
  • the range on her attack is crazy. it’s like twenty two meters or something. you can probably kill a pharah harassing your backline. do that if you don’t have anyone else to worry about.
  • moira does NOT do a lot of damage. use her damage less for DPS and kill confirming and more for recharging your heals, charging your ultimate, finishing a weak enemy, helping your primary DPS get kills, or to scare off a flanker. genji will run for healing when he takes 1 damage and forgets he can’t deflect you. it’s pretty funny.
  • moira’s orbs are very picky and will probably not bounce how you want them to. it will take a lot of practice. avoid bouncing them on the floor if you are outside because they will just fly off uselessly. throw them at chokepoints, into flanking routes, into grav, into blizzard, into hammer down, at the objective. use her damage orb to initiate a fight. 
  • the orb is on a fairly short cooldown of ~11 seconds. throw a damage orb at the start of a fight and by the time you get it back, you may need a healing orb. use your judgement. your team’s sustain vs. kiling the enemy. if you have another healer alive an the enemy team has either more overall health (more tanks, for example, or more people alive) then damage may be wiser.
  • genji can deflect your orbs. d.va can eat them.zarya bubbles are completely unaffected.
  • moira will not heal or gain heal charge by damaging anything that isn’t a player. you can damage mei’s wall all day long and you won’t gain a lick of health back.
  • moira damages more than she self heals. i think the numbers are 33 dps and 22 hp/s? she has a surprising amount of self-sustain for a support, though
  • the orbs cannot be damaged and have a surprising reach. pray that your teammates will walk into your healing orbs. it’s in god’s hands now.
  • coalescence isn’t as strong as you think. she heals far more than she damages with it. 
  • use coalescence to heal through a soldier ult, grav, dragonstrike, hammer down, etc and to hurt the enemy team. it has a 30 meter range. you can hit the skybox with it. 
  • coalescence will heal you, but you aren’t invincible. stay farther back from your team if you can. it will go through barriers. use it to finish off several weak enemies and heal your team at the same time. 
  • when you use fade, no one can see you for the duration. you vanish for just under a full second and move very quickly. go around corners, go behind an enemy, go behind your tank’s shield. 
  • if you jump around the middle/end of using face while holding forward, you’ll go a little further. with a higher sensitivity, you can quickly duck around corners like this. practice in a custom game for a while, it’s a little tricky.
  • remember that moira is a support. she isn’t dps! you cannot kill everyone, but you might still get gold elimations and objective kills from orbs and ancillary damage. try to keep your team alive.
  • she plays best with a team that groups up a lot rather than something like dive
Imagine You're a Breeder

A life as a breeder. A trait you were born with, a trait that you rather not have. But it’s hard to argue with the genetic lottery. The only way anyone was born on the planet now was thanks to the few hundred breeders. Everyone else was for the most part infertile, it was so hard to keep track of who was or wasn’t a sibling, a common greeting became to call everyone you crossed brother or sister. Hell they might even be an aunt, cousin, uncle, and you would never know. A free app was distributed but it was mostly used for curiosity sake.

As with everyone upon reaching puberty, you were tested. And you came back positive for a breeder. You panicked, it could trigger at any moment, and you would have no control. The doctor eased your worries, saying that it couldn’t fire until you reached eighteen and to instead enjoy life as normally as possible. You were given literature to read, numerous pamphlets, and a link to a website that covered anything and everything about breeders.

Your guardians, a blood uncle and his wife instead sought to shelter you from this forced life. You were sent an all girl private school and college. They were desperate to insure that you wouldn’t enter a forced heat until you were able to support yourself. You weren’t going to be someone’s breeding whore with your belly constantly swollen with babies if they had any say in the matter.

The job market had other ideas. Despite graduating with a business degree, the market was rough at best. You sent out resume after resume, application after application, showed up to interview after interview. But they wanted more experience, always more experience. How were you supposed to get experience without a job! You grumbled but feared working with the public, even being out in public you kept your head down and stared at your lap. Your favorite skirt had 78 lines on it you found out. You didn’t want your heat to trigger, you didn’t know what you could do to control. Everything you read said you couldn’t, and that terrifies you. You finally got a job filing paperwork, at least it was something.

Your job was thankless, your boss demanding, but you needed it for rent and bills. You just needed to survive a year or two, then you could leave. You kept looking for other jobs in the mean time. One of the office girls was always prancing around all dolled up and showing off every God given curve leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. You swore you could see the outline of her groin in some outfits. She often pressured you to break out of your conservative shell, come join the ‘girl night fun’ at Black Market Bar. After a very stressful week, you broke down and, despite your fears, agreed.

All you had for dressing up was a modest dress fit more for church instead of a bar. You played with your hair and managed to make a cute curly up do. A touch of jewelry your aunt had passed down and you headed out. Black Market Bar was hoping like mad that night, the office girl teased you lightly for still dressing so conservatively but did complement your hair at least. She suggested you two should go for mani-pedis sometime. At the bar you managed to find some college friends along with friends you’ve know since high school. It was good to catch up and have some drinks. You couldn’t believe what an enjoyable night you were having, laughing talking, you lost count of how many cocktails you downed. You knew you only bought one round. Or was it two?

But then, it happened. It took nearly twenty-five years, over a decade after learning your assigned path in life. You turn you head towards the bar, shouting at a gay friend and your eyes locked with that man. You both freeze and your breathe hitches as your gazes meet. His eyes shine like a stunning emerald, he had long, light brown hair tied into a short ponytail, a well trimmed goatee, the face of Adonis himself! At least, as far as you cared. His body was great as well, not too thin but not overly muscular either. Your knees started to quiver, you suddenly felt overly wet in your groin. Oh no, oh no! You wanted to fight it, turn it off, but the switch was flipped. He stands up and turns towards you, his pants had a bulge, yeah that would do- No! Don’t think like that!

One of your friends suddenly speak you name snapping you from your trance, “I-I got to go!” You speak hastily, downing your drink and racing out a side door. You turn down the alley, running desperately, wanting to get away. Which way was home? What street were you on? Maybe he could pin you against this wall and take care of- NO! You whimper, it was becoming unbearable and hard to walk. Maybe your vibrator could get rid of this persistent itch. You turn back towards the main street to get your bearings.

And he found you. You squeak in surprise and fear as he blocks your path with one arm, his face was just as flushed as yours, “You know there’s only way for both of us to end this, right?” He questions. His tone was a mix of desperation and domination.

You nod feverishly, “N-Not out in the open. P-Please, I want your cock but not out here.”

“Two blocks away is my place,” he replies and takes your hand to lead you away. His touch was like electric fire. It took over your entire body. You willingly follow him, your body desperate to sooth this heat. Up a flight of stairs, he fumbles his keys for a moment and flings the door open. You just as quickly shut it as you enter his condo as he locks it tight.

Any remaining shred of modesty was lost, you lunge at him planting a kiss firmly against his lips, your fingers tugging on his pants as he lifts your dress. In a tumbling tango, the both of you stumble into the bedroom and quickly undress. Nothing else mattered. You needed to be fucked. More importantly, you needed to be fucked by him! This very instant or you would surely go insane. He must have felt the same.

Next thing you knew you where pinned against a wall and he rammed his thick throbbing cock deep into your virgin tunnel. You howl in ecstasy and dig your nails into his back. He groans and moans from your tightness as he rams his hips against yours without restraint, “Fucking hell you’re tight!” You hear him moan at some point.

“Any bigger and you’d split me in two!” You answer, “Now fuck me proper!” you demand pushing him to the ground. He quickly flips you to your back and holds you by your wrists as you wrap you legs around his waist, “Yes!” You cry out as he hits the deepest reaches of your core, “Come on big boy! Put out this fire you started!” You clamp your tunnel around his throbbing cock causing him to moan loudly.

“Oh, I’ll do better!” he growls lustfully, “I’ll put out this fire. I launch my cum so deep you’ll be pregnant by dawn! Tonight, you’re my broodmare, and I’m going fuck you full and tight with life. Make sure you fulfill your purpose to our kind!”

With that last command, his back arches and you feel a deluge of warmth fill you tunnel. You throw your head back and cry out as you orgasm as well. The fire was put out, and you swore you could fill your very womb filling with his life granting seed. As fertile as both of you were at this moment, you were certain you were going to be pregnant. And for the first time, at this moment, you didn’t give a shit. You moan softly as you ride out that pleasure filled wave and pant for air. Your lover pulls out, but it doesn’t feel like any cum was dribbling out. Whatever, you were exhausted, your head felt fuzzy as you pass out where you lay on the floor.

Fullness, you wake up feeling as though you had eaten too much, even though your stomach was growling. You were on a mattress, the smell of your lover coated the room, you must still be at his condo. Last night was a blur, your friends were probably wondering what the hell happened to you. A sizzling noise, you sniff again, sausage it smelt like and french toast, perhaps? You smile, man you were hungry maybe he would let you have a bite before you left. You feel your stomach flip and squirm and you go to rub it. A firm orb meets your hand. You look down and sit up right with a short yelp. You place both hands against your stomach and rub some more. Movement, lots of movement. It was just last night, and already your womb had grown several times in size with new life. It was a perfect sphere arching from your abdomen. Where you already going to give birth so soon? Now a kick, wait no two kicks, one each side at once. “T-Twins?” you softly whimper. No wonder you felt so full. This was bad. You had to leave, you had find your clothes, you had to-

“Are you okay?” You freeze looking towards the door. It was the voice of your lover, “If you’re looking for your dress, I put it and your other things on top of the dresser. Cellphone is charging by the sofa. I made breakfast, I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You look to your dresser finding your things neatly stacked and folded, “O-oh! T-Thank you. Um, i-if you don’t mind me staying for a bit.” You sigh in slight relief and struggle to stand up, “Hey, uh, bathroom?”

“Beside the closet,” he answers. You quickly run there first and relive your bladder. Next, you tried to redress but your dress wouldn’t go over your middle anymore. You growl at it then look around the room to improvise. You find a sweat shirt hanging from the mirror, maybe he won’t mind, you put it on instead and still it hugs and displays your gravid middle. Your panties barely fit, you decided to not even try your bra. Your breasts were tender and and felt full of milk.

Your twins pummel you with kicks again, “Okay, okay. I’m going to feed you two. Calm down a moment.” You waddle out of the bedroom while and find a table set for two. It seems he hasn’t noticed you yet but none the less you take a seat, “Er, what do you have to drink?”

He looks up, “Cranberry grape juice, milk, and water. I’d offer coffee but, well considering….” You look away in a blush requesting a glass of milk. You stare at your lap as you always do, though this time you cradle your belly with one hand and rub it with the other. A clink of plates and glass cause you to lift your head slightly as he sits opposite you, “Dig in while it’s hot.”

Fluffy scrambled eggs, juicy plump sausage links, pillow like french toast with butter and syrup, crisp apples and berries, and cold milk, you struggled to maintain your table manners as you devour the offered food, your twins happily tumbling and pressing against your womb now that they were being fed. It was delicious, he was kind enough to bring you seconds without needing to be asked. You sigh happily and rub your stuffed middle then frown, “This is super awkward.”

“What is?” He asks in confusion.

“I-I-” you sigh again, “I don’t even know your name. Had a one night stand and woke up carrying twins. My friends are probably worried sick, and if I look at you again that stupid urge is going to come back.”

You hear him choke and cough, “Oh, shit. I’m your first, aren’t I?” You nod. “The name’s Cedric,” he answers, “What’s yours?” You give your name while continuing to look away. “You can look up, the trigger can’t happen if you’re pregnant.”

You arch an eyebrow and slowly lift your head to meet his face again. The feeling from last night, that raging fire in your loins, it never came, “Oh! Um, well shit that does make sense doesn’t it…. Er, sorry about wearing your shirt, my dress wouldn’t fit.”

He waves it off, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got some stretchy pants you can wear also. So, do you want me to explain things here or would you prefer the sofa?” You look over to the mentioned furniture and decide there. As you try to stand Cedric moves and offer you a hand up, which you take and use him to steady yourself as you waddle over to and sink into the sofa, “There’s a handle on the side if you want to lay back.”

With your right hand, you feel around the side of the sofa and find the handle. A mechanical whir is heard as the sofa reclines. You adjust a pillow against your back then go back to resting one hand on your stomach. Your hand meets Cedric’s for a brief second and he quickly retracts it. You look over to him, now he was trying to avoid eye contact as a blush crosses his cheeks. “Do you want to rub?” You ask pointing at your belly. He looks back and nods. You smile moving you hands out of the way. His face lights up as he moves over and gently rubs your belly. Man that felt good having him rub your stretched skin. He looked damn proud of himself also. You reach for your phone and find several missed messages and calls from your friends and the office girl. You send a text to each saying you were okay and apologized for leaving them so suddenly. You choose not to explain what happened; as far as you knew, non of them knew you were a breeder. And you rather it stayed like that. “Now then,” you speak getting his attention, “That explanation?”

“Ah, yes right,” Cedric answers and stops rubbing, “I figured with this being your first time, you’d be kinda lost. Scared, maybe. I sure was.”

You take his hand and place it back on your stomach, “First keep doing that, it’s feels pretty good.” He chuckles and alternates between rubbing circles and the length of your stomach again. “Second, i-is it supposed to be this quick? I mean, I know they say rapid, but this rapid?”

He nods, “Yes actually. Compresses the first part into a night, in our case, then the last ‘trimester’ as the books call it lasts only a week I think.”

You sigh and groan, “Great, I’m stuck like this for a week.”

He hesitantly questions“Y-you… do know you’re going to get bigger, right?” A look of shock from you gives him his answer, “They aren’t big enough yet. I think they. Considering how big you are already. They need to grow more over the next week.”

“Oh no….” You whimper burying your face into your hands, “Bigger!? And yes I’m pretty sure you put twins in there. I’m going to have to explain this at work. Oh fuck my life. I’ll never hear the end of it! No one knows I’m a breeder! They weren’t supposed to know!” You sniffle placing one hand against your middle and wiping away tears with the other, “Damn it I don’t have anything big enough to hide this!” You sob looking at your middle again.

Cedric flinches away slightly, “H-hey, please don’t cry. I want to say female breeders get government sanctioned off time from work when they get pregnant.” He then smiles and resumes rubbing your middle, “You should talk to your HR department, they might know something. You get a hell of a lot more then the male breeders do.”

“Considering you can just bang and bolt,” you note with a sour tone. You then shake your head and rub away the rest of your tears, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be rude. You’ve been so nice to me, but…why?”

He grins and holds up one finger, “Simple. If I stay close to whoever I knock up, my trigger can’t go off so long as they are pregnant. It’s a nice break from the anxiety of wondering when it’ll happen.” he then frowns and moves his hand from your middle back to lap and stares at the ceiling, “But I understand if you want to leave and never see me again. I’ll drive you back to your place and wait to meet you at Black Market again.

You cast a confused look at him then gaze at the ceiling as well, resting both hands atop your gravid middle. Your vision then wonders over to your phone, “I should lookup a clinic. Make sure these two are okay, make sure it is two more so. And figure out adoption papers.”

“Adoption?” Cedric questions, “That easily?”

“I sure as hell am not ready to be a mom,” you answer, “I can barely keep myself afloat. Last night was a splurge for sure.” You blush, “In more ways then one.”

You hear him chuckle, he looks rather proud of himself again, “No, you’re right. There are some people who envy us.”

“Delusional assholes,” you note causing him to laugh.

“Amen, sister,” he remarks back, “As for a clinic, there’s one on 5th and 23rd. I should have a card for them somewhere, just a second” Cedric hops up from the couch and digs through a drawer, “Ah here we go. I signed this one right?” He speaks flipping it over, “Okay good, thought I did.”

Now you just had to know, “How many times have you done this?”

“Counting you, five women in this city alone, and one in my hometown.” he answers, “Two of them tried to rob me when I showed generosity, one I haven’t seen in a long time and the other comes by when she finds suitable parents. As for the one in my hometown, that was my first and it scared me so bad I ran and never saw her again.”

You narrow your eyes, “So what does that make me?”

Cedric blinks, “Well you haven’t tried to rob me, so that makes you someone I’d give me number to,” he looks at a wall clock, “You’ve also stuck around the longest after breakfast. If you don’t want to do this again or see me again, like I said before, I understand. For what it’s worth, you have been the nicest one though so far.”

“Really?” You speak in surprise.

He nods, “You aren’t treating me like a sperm donor which is refreshing. And you let me rub your stomach. I…,” he turns looking embarrassed again and scratches the back of his head, “I’ve always wanted to feel my kids bouncing around like that, at least once. Anyway here you go,” he fights away the blush and hands you the card, “They have my information for the database, they’ll know who to put down as the father from my signature.

You take a second to look over it, then catch yourself idly rubbing your middle again. You look down, seems as though your children have fallen asleep for the time being, “Thank you, Cedric. I suppose I should get out of your hair.” You manage to push yourself off the couch only to lose your balance. Cedric quickly grabs and helps you to stand up right, “Maybe I should find my balance again first,” you speak with a laugh. It was so bizarre. You woke up terrified and now, you felt surprisingly at ease around him. It was comforting, you started to play around with the idea of staying close to him for the next week.

He smiles warmly and pulls you into a hug, causing your stomach to press against his, “That would be for the best. Can’t have you falling and hurting yourself. Ah, but if you must leave I won’t stop you. Let’s find you some pants first then I’ll take you home, okay? Oof!” Both of you look down, your twins seemed to dislike being squished between their parents, “Alright, alright,” he chuckles and rubs your belly again as he takes a step back to give them more room.

“Don’t go kicking your Papa like that you two,” you playfully scold knowing it wouldn’t do much good, “Actually, could you take me to the clinic first? Then home? I-If you don’t mind, and d-don’t have anywhere to be that is.”

Cedric shakes his head, “Not one bit, I’ve got the weekend free.”

5

Jon x Reader


When Jon first started sending Ghost to follow you it had almost been sweet, the tiny albino puppy growling at anyone who dared approached you in an unsavoury manner, however this continued until his ears were level with your shoulders.

 


You could never get Jon to make the Dire-wolf to leave you alone, he’d always mumble something about not controlling him all the time, which meant you had to put up with the giant protector.


“Hello Ghost.” You hummed when you felt the familiar snout nuzzle into your hand. He made a low whine in response and followed you as you collected baskets of food and jugs of wine to take to the main hall.


With Ghost leading the way to the Winterfell halls people scattered to get out of your way. Once you reached the hall you set down your heavy load, handing wine off to the handmaidens that were waiting for you.



“What took you so bloody long?” One of the cooks asked as you set down the last basket of food. “Keep that giant beast out of here” She hissed once she looked up and saw your usual companion.

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*This probably only applies to those of you entering college, as high school lab work seems to be much more chill. Also, this is just my experience and may very well vary from place to place.*

  • Sleep a decent amount of hours (if you can, have a nap right before) and EAT BEFORE YOU GO THERE - lab work is physically exhausting, you’re usually there for several hours and you can count the times you get to sit down on one hand.
  • Read whatever information you are given about your lab work beforehand. You don’t want to get there and not know what’s going on.
  • Be active! There’s nothing worse than a lab partner than needs to be told to do things. If you’ve read whatever info you were given, you’ll have an idea of what to do so take the initiative. Offer to do stuff. Don’t just stand around waiting for orders.
  • Wear layers. Labs are freezing cold 10% of the time and scorching hot 90% of the time (especially once you put on your lab coat). The heat is specially bad because you may even get dizzy so please wear layers (the lightest one should be a short-sleeve or tank fop).
  • Don’t forget:
    • Water bottle - heat = dehydration
    • Hair tie - tie your hair up. Just do it.
  • WEAR COMFY SHOES - you may think those boots are soo comfy and chic but I guarantee you’ll change your mind after there hours of standing. Sneakers are the way to go 
  • Yes you can just have one lab coat. But you still need to wash it. Volatile solvents don’t mask B.O.
  • Things break. Try your best not to break them but know that it’s not that big of a deal so don’t worry too much if you do.
  • ‘Water’ always means deionized water. Always. Unless stated otherwise. Seriously, it can ruin your whole experiment. Also when you’re washing any equipment, you should always give them one last rinse with deionized water.
  • If you need to take away from something you’re weighting or a liquid you’re transfering with a pippete, that never goes back into the ‘original tub’. It’s a residue.
  • Painted nails + organic solvents equal ruined nails. Gloves don’t help. Beware. But, gloves are great and v recommended if you’re dealing with oh idk rat pee.
  • Once you get home, you’re probably just going to want to pass out. Don’t. Do whatever you have to do (have coffee ready?) to write as much as you remember about what you’ve done. It makes writing the lab write-up. So. Much. Easier.
  • On the same note, if you know you have something due the day after a lab, get it done beforehand because you probably won’t have the energy to do it afterwards. If you have lab work all week long (like I do), get as much done on the weekend as possible 
  • Listen, if you know an upper classman who’s taken that class, ask to borrow their write-ups. Beg for them if you must. They will save your life.
  • Have a lab write-up template. You can look for one online or model It after your professor’s directions or an upper-classman’s write-up. Having something that you can just ‘fill in’ is super convenient.

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Halloween Costumes

I had a request for the reader dressed up as the boys and how they would react, so here you go! Happy Halloween everyone!!

- A


Dick:

  • Dick dresses in one of Batman’s original costumes, one that isn’t weighed down with Kevlar.
  • You and Alfred worked for months to make you an accurate replica of his Nightwing costume.
  • But unlike his costume your zipper is in the front, and it’s pulled down just enough to show some sexy cleavage
  • Dick almost starts drooling when he sees you
  • And throughout the night he’s constantly trying to pull the zipper down even more
  • Several people compliment you on your costume
  • After you’ve gone to several of your friend’s parties you finally head home and let Dick unzip the rest of your costume.

Jason:

  • You decide to go super sexy for your version of Jason’s costume.
  • A pair of short black shorts, knee high black boots, his gun holsters and leather jacket with a simple ripped-up Red Hood t-shirt are what you decide to wear.
  • Jason gets this stupid sappy grin when he sees that you dressed up as him.
  • Of course Jason goes as a zombie, in reality he just wears his normal cloths because “Well, I did come back from the dead, Y/N”
  • All through the night Jason’s hand stays on the gap between your boots and your shorts.
  • “I didn’t realize how sexy you’d look in my gun holsters baby”
  • “Well maybe later I’ll wear just the holsters and the jacket. How’d you like that?”
  • Jason’s quick to say his goodbyes and usher you home after that

Tim:

  • You know for Tim that accuracy will be the best way to make him happy.
  • So, you walk out of your room wearing an exact replica of his Red Robin costume
  • Tim’s stunned with it.
  • He makes a circle around you, noting the various pockets, the straps, you even have your own Bo-staff
  • Tim’s kinda in shock at how good you look in his suit
  • You’re probably the only person that he doesn’t mind wearing his uniform
  • And of course he loves undoing every buckle and every strap at the end of the night

Damian:

  • When you find out that Damian’s dressing as Batman for Halloween you have to dress as Robin
  • Alfred helps you make a bigger version of Damian’s original Robin uniform, complete with the knee high green boots and hooded cape
  • You even try to practice Damian’s signature scowl
  • When Damian first sees you in costume, complete with the scowl, he bursts out laughing
  • “That is not what my face looks like. My scowl is means to terrify criminals, yours looks like you have smelt something horrible”
  • Damian constantly calls you his Robin
  • Even after Halloween the nickname sticks and now ‘Beloved’ is interchangeable with ‘My Robin’

okay i know i made a giant post talking about the video but i just can’t let it go.

Look guys, i adore Patton. I really do, he’s one of my favorite characters, but because he’s so different from myself i find it really hard to relate to what he’s going thru currently. If anything he reminds me of my best friend and that just makes me want to protect him.

On the other hand we have Virgil, a character i actually really relate to, and Logan , who i also relate to a lot.

When i’m faced with things i can’t get out of i react by lashing out.

Logan was faced with a situation he couldn’t fully explain, in a setting where he was being ignored, in a room where he had no control of anything. He lashed out in self defence and confusion. We can actually say Logan was scared because a part of him sees the path Thomas is going regarding his career as a waste of what he could have done, he says and points this out several times during the video. But also he was scared because his plan failed, his last move of action to get Thomas to a more benefitial mind set was shot down by all the ones who shouldve been helping.

We can’t forget that Logan was being incredibly pushy regarding going to where he thought would help. He forced his opinion over Patton’s and made him do something he was clearly uncomfortable about [letting the others into his room], but he didn’t do it out of malice, he did it of ignorance and a wish to help.

Virgil on the other hand tried to play the peace maker of all the characters, trying to interrupt when Logan was pushing too much out of Patton [but Virgil himself gets interrupted by Roman] and trying to reign Roman in when his ideas start getting more and more frantic and slightly creep. He also gets startled when Thomas screams and i love that

Then Virgil is thrown into a room so different from his own, and is the last one to enter it because he kept having doubts about it, that the first thing he says when he appears in it is relevant to feeling ashamed and embarassment, calling his past work cringy and edgy

The longer he stays in the room the worse it starts affecting him. The other two [not counting Logan] are hit with full happy and nostalgic memories but Virgil is being attacked by every embarassing thing Thomas ever did, and it’s taking a toll.

The room is shiny, almost ethereal, incredibly surreal looking. For a being like Virgil, who needs a reality check, this is already upsetting. Add in to the fact that the other two are hyper, and Roman franticness is being directed at different things instead of their lost love. Virgil is standing right beside a frantic and loud person while in a surreal looking space.

That’s why when he reaches the binder of papers he has in hand he enters a non-verbal episode. It’s suddenly too much, everything is happening too much and too loud and too bright and too surreal. Besides suddenly going non-verbal he starts to panic slightly, hidding behind whatever he has at hand [which is still the binder of papers], shifting eyes constantly, not making eye contact, doubling over himself and making himself look smaller.

Also please notice the background music in that moment. Yeah, sure it’s happy, but there’s an eerie quality about it until it changes when Logan has a realization.

It takes Virgil a really long time compared to usual to say “no” and when he does his voice dones’t sound like his, and he covers his mouth immediately after. Then Logan tries to get them out of there for Virgil’s and Thomas’s sake, but no one listens to him. He gets ignored, he gets hurt, he lashes out and hurts Patton. In his rage he goes away.

Now there are a few interesting things. Patton looks guilty but sad, Thomas looks shocked and confused but its a duller look, Roman looks surprised but in general unconcerned. And Virgil?

Virgil looks terrified.

Logic and Reason has just left the room. The only thing keeping his own personality trait [Anxiety] in check has just left the surreal ethereal looking room. Virgil is left without a support. And he’s terrified

Going Up

Word Count: 1033

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Daddy Jensen

A/N: Credit to @impala-dreamer for semi inspiring this. At least the bed break part with a story about how she broke a bed with her husband. I’ll say no more. Leave it to your imaginations. 

Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated


“I’m back!” You made your way into your house, calling out for Jensen and your daughter. “Ellie! Jay!” No answer. You put the grocery bags in the kitchen and looked around, unable to find them anywhere. Thinking that maybe they fell asleep upstairs you ran up the staircase, making your way down the hall, when you heard your daughter’s giggles.

“Again, Daddy!” She giggled. “Again!”

“Ok, come on. Get back on.” You quietly cracked the door of your bedroom open, peeking inside. Jensen was on his knees on the bed, face down in the covers. Ellie was crawling over and climbing on his neck. As soon as she was on he raised up, grabbing her ankles in his hands. She grabbed his head for balance, a huge smile on her face. “Going up.” Jensen chuckled.

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anonymous asked:

Are groin attacks on men actually the automatic off-switch we see in movies?

No.

They aren’t universal, and you can, in fact, groin strike a woman to similar effect. What a groin strike is actually targeting is the nerve endings in that region of the body, the very same nerve endings that cause humans to experience sexual pleasure. It hurts a whole hell of a lot, it makes you sick to your stomach, and you bowl over to protect yourself. Nailing a woman with a groin strike is more difficult than a man because the area is smaller and it’s more difficult to hit. It can happen though, it’s happened to me in training with a partner.

Anyone with a strong pain tolerance is going to be resistant to groin strikes, just like with anything else. Some people are more sensitive than others. Other people will recover quicker than others. The rarest find won’t feel it at all, and they’re out there.

And, of course, if you’re opponent is wearing a cup then the groin strike goes right out. That’s why you wear cups when you’re sparring, so it doesn’t hurt when you get hit in the groin. So, if they’re armored, you’re out of luck.

It’s a pretty good stunner if you can land it and they’re not prepared for it, but it’s not a finishing move. When you see groin strikes in martial arts or just as self-defense, they’re part of what we call “combinations” which is a series of strikes performed one after the other. You use the groin strike to stun your attacker, and then follow up while they’re distracted by pain.

So, say you want to use a knee strike to the groin. You’ll grab them and strike the groin, then you grab their head and slam it into your knee again. You may hit them several more times after that if they don’t go down, but the groin strike is the opener or secondary to more effective moves that would be difficult to pull off if they weren’t distracted by pain or were… you know, upright.

The general populace often has a hard time grasping the concept of techniques feeding into each other. “I do this, so I can get over there, to do that”.

Groin strikes are conventional wisdom. Enough people have hit boys in the groin and see them bowl over to know that it’s somewhat effective, and enough boys have been hit in the groin to know it hurts.

You know what else hurts?

Your shin.

Getting hit in the shin hurts a whole hell of a lot too. It’s actually easier hit as it’s a much larger target and you don’t need to be nearly as close.

Anywhere on your body where the bone is near to the surface/isn’t protected by muscle, is direct access to your nervous system and works about as well as a groin shot. So, kick ‘em in the shin. Boxing the ears is another good one, you rattle the inner ear and cause them to lose their sense of equilibrium which makes them dizzy and they… stumble. Hit them in the nose. Their eyes will water, their nose will swell, both of which impact their ability to see.

You can, in fact, chain these together too.

Kick them in the shin. Box their ears. As their head comes forward, hit them in the nose or punch them in the throat. Then, if they’re still coming toward you or you’ve grabbed them by the shoulder or the head, knee them in the groin.

There aren’t a lot of one hit wonders when it comes to fighting, and if you did get one then you’re damn lucky. There is no 100%, no sure shot, no total shut down, no universal technique that will give you perfect accuracy on every human you will ever meet.

The problem with groin strikes in movies is that they’re actually a joke about manhood and dominance. Sometimes, it’s used intentionally and, sometimes, it’s not, but it doesn’t go much further than, “ha, ha, she hit him in the peen” and he goes down because the big, tough guy was really weak after all. It’s become that “Tough Girl Move” and is supposed to convey she’s tough, and brave, and everything that comes with a poorly thought out action girl.

In the movies, the groin shot is about dominance and asserting superiority. Whether it’s a woman doing it to a man, or a man doing it to another man (but it’s usually a woman), that’s what it’s normally about. It’s just a co-opting of the Alpha Male Bullshit Package for an Empowering Moment. It’s telling that these moments revolve entirely around the physical embodiment of manhood, because it’s often treated as the only weakness a man possesses. Given the groin shot is often paired with the threat of sexual assault, you can see all threads weaving themselves together for the underlying themes. The man is brought down by his *ahem* desires, the woman flees, and the scene is still all about sex.

So, you know, fun.

-Michi

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an au (inspired by this post) in which Annabeth is a mob boss and Percy is her ocean photographer boyfriend. Shout out to Hannah for being the best beta ever and for headcanoning this au with me pretty much non stop for the last few days. 

The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room flicker, giving it a strange glow that makes Percy’s eyes hurt. His fingers tap the beat of some pop song that had played on the radio earlier today onto the metal table that sits in front of him. The table is cool to the touch despite the warm, stale air that hangs in the room, and the accompanying metal chair is starting to make his butt numb despite it only having been here ten minutes.

Shuffling sounds begin emanating from the door in the corner of the room across from Percy, and soon it creaks open. First to step through is a tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes. His athletic build fills up the doorway as he pauses briefly to appraise Percy. Percy appraises him right back, noticing a scar on the corner of the detective’s lip and half of a tattoo that peaks out from under the cuff of his sleeve.

As soon as the detective steps into the room, another enters behind him. Her posture is impeccable and she walks with her head held high like she’s a warrior entering battle. That can’t be good, Percy thinks afterwards. She has on a royal purple blouse that pops against her brown skin, and her black hair is pulled into a braid that cascades over her shoulder.

“Hello, Mr. Jackson,” starts the blonde detective. “I’m Detective Grace and this is my partner Detective Arellano. Thanks so much for agreeing to come down to the station today to talk to us today.”

Percy smiles with a calm confidence, “Of course. Always happy to do my civic duty.”

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Stay Safe (Damian x Reader)

Request: Please do a Damian x reader where the reader (who is dating Jason) is very close with Damian, like in an older sister/motherly way

A/N: I hope you like it anon! Don’t forget– Q and A and requests are open! Have a great day/night loves!

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“You’re sure that you have your phone?” Damian asked you. The 11 year old sitting on the couch was probably 10 times more paranoid about you going on a date than you were. “And your house key? What about money in case you need to call a cab?”

“I’m good, Dami.” You slipped on your shoes and gave yourself a once over in the mirror on the wall. “Jason and I have been dating for 4 months now, remember?”

“Text me or call me if you need anything– and by anything, I mean anything. I can hide a body–”

“Damian, I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that.” You gave him a stern look before giving him a hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Be safe on patrols, okay?”

“I’m not the one you need to worry about.” He grumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “Todd better keep it in his pants.” He said lowly enough that he thought that you couldn’t hear him, but you laughed and he went red.

“Don’t worry about Jason.” You stepped back and booped him on the nose, smiling when he scrunched up his nose in distaste. “I’m perfectly capable of handling myself kiddo.”

“Have fun.” He begrudged before the door closed behind you.

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“How’s short stack?” Jason asked you as you laid on his chest. “Still a demon?”

“Damian is good. And definitely not a demon. He was very concerned about me dating you though.” You laughed. You had met Jason through Damian– or, rather through Bruce. You were a confidant to Bruce Wayne (yes, you knew his identity) at an early age when you interned under him at Wayne Industries. He let you in on all of his secrets and ended up giving you an executive job there when you were old enough to apply.

Damian was your ‘little brother’ of sorts. Bruce had called you in to watch him on several occasions when he was out on business trips. Since then, he had grown very attached to you. And when you and Jason started dating, he’d become even more protective of you.

“Of course. He cares about you.” Jason said, trailing a finger down your back. Your date had eventually led back to his apartment; well, it was more like it had led back to one of the walls of his apartment, then the couch, and lastly his bed. It was a great date.

“He’s just always worried about me.” You sighed. “I wish he wouldn’t worry so much. He’s going to have an ulcer at 16 at the rate he’s going.”

“He doesn’t need to worry about you.” Jason smiled down at you. “That’s my job, remember?”

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes. “Fine– you can worry about me, but it’s pointless, because I can take care of myself.”

“Of course you can.” He kissed you softly, and you relaxed at his touch.

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You were walking back to your apartment when someone crept up behind you. You didn’t have time to react before there was a gun pressed to your back, and a voice in your ear.

“Give me your wallet.” A man growled in your ear. You handed your wallet over wordlessly. “And your pho–”

He collapsed in the middle of his sentence. You whirled around, bewildered, when you saw Damian standing there. “Y/F/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You looked down at the guy on the ground. “Can’t say the same for him.” Damian retrieved your wallet and handed it to you.

“From now on, you should have someone walking with you when it’s dark out.” He sighed. “I thought Jason was giving you a ride back after dinner?”

“I was just walking back from his apartment.” You said. Damian looked up at you questioningly. “It’s only a couple of blocks. I would have had the situation under control, but unfortunately there was a gun barrel pressed to my back.”

“Yeah, well, we’re going to have to fix that.” He started walking you back to your apartment. “What were you doing at Jason’s?”

“Hanging out. Talking.” You said, not necessarily lying per se. He was 11, he didn’t need to know that the two of you were having se–

“What did you talk about?”

“Taxes. Life. College. Grown up stuff.” You said. He nodded in agreement, and you smiled internally. When you got back to your apartment, Damian waited until you were inside and the door was locked before beginning to climb out the window. However, he turned around at the last minute.

“Stay safe, Y/F/N.”

You walked up to him and kissed his forehead endearingly. “Bye, Dami. See you.” With that, he left your apartment. You chuckled as you closed the window behind him, making sure it was unlocked in case he needed in. You loved him– in a fraternal sense.

Damian Wayne: your overprotective, adorable, brave ‘little brother’.

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Anonymous said: Maybe within the series (if you’re going to do a series) you could include cheeky!Jeff and jealous!Jeff coz that would be amazinggg if you could
         Author’s Note: So I really didn’t want to do a series, but I kind of want to write jealous!Jeff, so I’m only going to add this last part before moving on and doing individual pieces again :)
Also, I didn’t know if what type of jealousy you wanted, but I ended up coming up with this. Enjoy!
P.S - Unless specifically requested, all 13RW Imagines will be AU. Which means Hannah and Jeff are alive and well. Why, you ask? Because I like fluff and happy endings!

Imagine your relationship with Jeff is still brand new that not everyone at school has gotten the memo. Especially those boys who are constantly flirting with you. At least until Jeff makes it clear you’re off limits.

Jeff Atkins X Reader pt. III

Parties aren’t normally your thing, but you find it hard to tell Jeff no. Especially when he bribes you with milkshakes and fries afterwards, and flashes that heartwarming smile at you when you’re moments from caving. But Clay and Hannah are going to be there, dragging along Tony who rarely makes appearances at high school parties and you find it even more easier to pump yourself up for the event.

As usual Jeff is immediately sought out at the party and being pulled away to start a rowdy game of beer pong. He tries to brush them off as he tightens his hold on your hand, but you merely kiss his dimpled chin and send him on his way.

“Go. Have fun,” you smile. Then sneaking your hand into his front jean’s pocket, your hand lingers on his thigh with a teasing little grin before you grab the car keys and slide them out, only to slip them into your own back pocket. “But not too much fun,” you chuckle when you see his eyes darken with the teeniest bit of lust. “You owe me a milkshake and fries afterward, and I’m not too keen to see you drunkenly stumble around.”

Jeff gulps. “Yes, ma'am.” Several people call out his name, telling him to hurry up, but he shouts at them to hold off one more minute. Then glancing back down at you, he fondly smiles. “Love you.”

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Is This My Shirt?

Peter Parker (Marvel):

Summary: Tony Stark’s daughter Y/N and Peter became good friends after Peter got recruited by Tony and Y/N always clean Peter’s wounds after a rough fight.

A/N: This was neither requested nor planned but I wrote this a few days ago because I just love the combination of Peter Parker and Tony Stark. Maybe I’ll write a second part… so tell me if you like it.

Feel free to send in requests! :)

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I woke up to a knock and snuggled my face into the pillow, groaning. I heard the knock again, quicker and louder this time.
I groaned again, stretching my limps before looking to the glass door to the balcony.

I saw Spiderman leaning against it, waving slightly and taking off his mask to reveal his beautiful face. Standing up, I realised that I was only wearing my father’s shirt that covered most of me.

I hesitated but went over to the door, shoving it to the side to open it and Peter fell into my arms, groaning loadly before I could greet him.
“Peter!”, I gasped quietly as I tried to hold his body with my small arms.

“I’m awfully sorry, Y/N. It’s just…”, he began rather loudly, as he pulled himself back, “I, uh, was… there was this guy again…”
“Shhh. My parents are asleep.”, I explained quietly and while he rambled on, my eyes found his black eye and the cuts in his face which I hadn’t noticed before. My hand reached up to his face, my fingertips carefully drawing over the cuts. He shut up the second my fingers touched his skin.

“Oh, God, Peter… are you hurt somewhere else?”, I asked him and he nodded, his hand tracing over his chest down to his stomach.

Without hesitation I pressed the metal spider on his chest making the fabric go loose and sliding down his shoulders. “What the hell? How do you…?”, he exclaimed quietly, grabbing the suit and holding it, not wanting to stand in front of me with only his boxers on. My eyes instantly shot a brief glance on his abs before I looked him in the eyes.

“Come on, Peter, I helped dad while he worked on the suit. I know more about it than you do.”, I laughed softly, but got quiet when I took a closer look to his chest. There was a huge cut over his whole chest and several smaller ones over his stomach.

“Shit.”, I mumbled, pulling him towards my bed and pressing him down, “Let’s take this off and then I’m going to-” “No, wait.”, his hands firmly grabbing mine which were about to take off his suit completely.

“What are doing?”, Peter wanted to know,his voice shaking slightly. “Don’t be so shy, I’ve seen you shirtless before. And honestly, Peter, I’m not wearing a lot more clothes than you.”, I grinned at him but he only looked more shocked.

“That’s not helping…”, he muttered and sighed, “I… I can take it off myself.”

I only nodded, leaving him in my room and quietly wandering through the hallway to get to the bathroom and take a wet cloth.

Getting back to my room, Peter still sitting on my bed, I closed the door. His head turned to look at me, giving me a cute, little smile as I approached him.

Neither of us said a word as I pushed him down on my bed, laying on his back. Neither of us said a word as I cleaned his wounds.
I was hovering above him, being really near his face while I examined his black eye.

He shut his eyes while I traced over the cuts on his face and he flinched everytime, suppressing a groan and probably thinking about how he got all the cuts.

I couldn’t help but let my fingers roam through his brown curls, feeling him tense up. “It’s fine, Peter. You’re safe here.”, I whispered before pressing a long kiss on his cheek. His brown eyes widened instantly, staring into mine but his expression softened as I smiled at him before taking care of the cuts on his chest.

The only sounds that filled my room were his soft groans while I cleaned the huge, deep cut on his chest. It took me a while to finish my work and Peter’s chest had lifted and sank about a thousand times due to his heavy breathing.

But when I finished cleaning his wounds I wasn’t able to look away from his muscular body. I felt the unbearable urge to touch him and my hands reached out before my fingertips danced over his stomach and traced over his abs.

He was so beautiful, I was wondering if this was the body of a god. But one thing I knew for sure: this body took my breath away.

“What are you doing?”, I suddenly heard Peter’s voice and I jumped, pulling back my hand. I looked at him, feeling the heat in my face and opened my mouth to say something but no word left my lips.
I just hoped that he wasn’t able to see me blushing due to the dimmed light.

I cleared my throat when he sat up, looking at me with a flirty smile.
“Is there something else I can help with?”, I wanted to know, my voice even higher than usual.

He wanted to shake his head but then stopped, looking into my eyes all the time.
“Actually…”, he began, “I, uh, was- you know, wondering if I could… maybe stay here? I-I need… uh, I need cuddles. No, I’d like to… cuddle with you… if it’s fine.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. But you have to leave in the morning as soon as possible.” , I responded calmy, though I was a excited mess on the inside. I gave him a slight smile before standing up. “You want a shirt?”, I continued, making my way over to the wardrobe and turning on the light.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”, he said and came over to me into the wardrobe, where I had taken off my father’s shirt, not expecting him to follow me and now standing in front of him with only my underwear.

“Jesus Christ! I’m so sorry!”, he exclaimed, stumbling back against the wall. I randomly picked a shirt before pulling it over my head and took a comfy pair of shorts, putting it on as well.

Peter was still shocked but his gaze was glued to the ground, his face as red as his suit. “Here, put this on.”, I mumbled, ignoring the embarrassing scene and pressing my father’s shirt that I had worn before to his chest.

I turned off the light of the wardrobe, laying down in my bed and waiting for Peter to join me. I watched him, putting on the shirt which was a bit too big for him, as well. “This is weird. I’m wearing Mr. Stark’s shirt…”, he mumbled as he laid down next to me, staring at the ceiling. “Would you prefer sleeping naked?”, I chuckled and he smirked. “Maybe.”, he flirted and looked at me briefly but turned to look at the ceiling again.

I watched him from the side, admiring his facial features “What?”, he breathed, noticing my staring. “I thought you needed cuddles.”, I whispered back and a smile formed on his lips.

There wasn’t another word spoken. He just wrapped his arms around me, my head on his shoulder, my forehead against his head and my hand on my father’s shirt that hid his abs.

My heart beat quickly, while his fingertips traced over my upper arm and I tried to stay awake, wanting to live every second of this. But I was surrounded by his intoxicating scent, the warmth coming from him and our comfy position made me fall asleep almost instantly.

I woke up to the light getting turned on and Peter sitting up but I only groaned, not being awake enough to process what was happening. “Uh, Y/N?”, I heard Peter’s rough voice.
“Peter, it’s too cold without your hot body.”, I mumbled, “Why did you turn on the light?”

I felt him shake my arm and I sat up now, as well, my arm brushing his. I wanted to snap at him but then I noticed my father standing in the door frame. My eyes widened and I quickly looked at Peter, his eyes filled with panic.

“I repeat: What the hell is going on?”, he wanted to know, his arms folded in front of his chest, a strict look on his face.
“Mr. Stark, I swear, we didn’t-”, Peter started and my dad scoffed, “Don’t bullshit me. And hands off of my daughter!”

Peter scooted away from me, taking his warmth with him. “Dad, we were only-”, I began but he interrupted me.

“From this moment on, there’s a line.”, he said after a deep sigh, approaching us. “Dad.”, I moaned but he ignored me.
“Talking, hanging out, hugging. All fine with me, but that’s it. Nothing more than hugging. Understood?”

Peter nodded quickly, “Of course, Mister Stark.”
“Now, get out of this bed, kid.”, my dad sighed and Peter did as he was told, picked up his Spiderman suit and stood in front of him, ready to leave.

“Wait, is this my shirt?”, my dad wanted to know and Peter nodded slowly. “Do you want me to give it back?”, Peter’s hands grabbed the hem of the shirt, ready to take it off.

My dad shook his head, “God, no, just keep it.”

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Mr. Min - Chapter 02

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 9872

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names, inappropriate table manners

Playlist - Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06 - Ch 07

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