ordinary activities

It’s trans people ― not cis people ― who experience real terror when faced with everyday, ordinary activities. It’s trans students ― not cis students ― who are robbed of the chance to get a good (or even mediocre) education because of the distractions and drama orchestrated by folks who have nothing better to do than work themselves up into small-minded fervors over what genitals belong where. And too often it’s trans people ― not cis people ― who are attacked and murdered because of who they are.
—  There’s An Insidious New Plot To Make Trans Kids’ Lives Hell | Noah Michelson for the Huffington Post Queer Voices

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Prompt: Sterek ;) Derek woos his mate the wolf way. :D

This is one of my favorite tropes! So glad I got to write it! Also on ao3!

Stiles wished he could say it was the first time he had found a dead animal on his doorstep. He really did. But it wasn’t.

For the past few days, five in a row to be exact, he had found all sorts of small, fluffy little woodland animals lying dead and bloody on his front porch. They ranged from squirrels, their furry tails soaked in blood, to birds, their feathers strewn around the doormat, to rabbits, who apparently were not fast enough to outrun whoever or whatever was leaving them on the front stoop.

Initially, he had thought it was one of their neighbor’s cats, the old woman a few houses down who owned a veritable army of feline companions having recently procured two more cat cadets. But on the fourth day, he had walked out of the house to check if they had gotten any mail only to find a large raccoon with its throat slashed open, blood seeping out onto the doormat that they had just replaced.

No matter how fierce those cats were, he doubted they could do such gruesome damage. And so, he had begun considering other culprits who may have been leaving the dead animals.

It had started with a dead bird, a blue jay lying on the top step of their front porch. Stiles had found it while leaving for school in the morning, taking a few minutes out of his morning rush to bury the poor thing in the front yard before heading off to school. He figured it had simply keeled over in exhaustion, no obvious injuries save for a few molted feathers, and moved on.

The next day he had found two dead squirrels, deep claw marks raked down their sides, on the front porch. He had wrinkled his nose at the grisly sight, running back inside to grab a plastic bag to shove them in before tossing them into another shallow grave by the blue jay. That was when he began having the sneaking suspicion that a cat was responsible for the morbid little deliveries.

The day after the squirrels, he found the rabbit. Its throat was open, a hole about the size of a cat’s mouth oozing bright scarlet blood onto the doormat, absolutely ruining it. Groaning, and internally cursing crazy cat people, Stiles held his nose and cleaned up the scene, again burying the poor victim and dumping the doormat into their trash can.

The raccoon was next, sullying the new welcome mat that Stiles had picked up after his last class the day before. Curiously inspecting the raccoon, finding wounds too large to have been inflicted by a cat, Stiles had reached another, new conclusion ― there was some new supernatural threat in Beacon Hills and it was killing poor, defenseless animals and dumping them on Stiles’ porch.

Why he didn’t know, but it was the only feasible thing he could think of. He had taken his theory to others, asking around to see if anyone else had noticed anything strange lately. No one else had.

He had gone to Deaton at the vet clinic to ask if he had any information about anything weird going on with any of the local animals. Deaton had denied that anything unusual was going on with any animals, neither domestic or otherwise, for once actually foregoing any cryptic responses. Though, he did mention that parvo was more common than usual that year.

After talking to Deaton, he went to Chris Argent, figuring the ex-hunter would have information on any supernatural goings-on that Deaton did not know about. Argent didn’t know anything either, indulging Stiles’ curious nature and patiently answering his strange inquisitions with as much patience as someone who had been woken up at four thirty a.m. could muster.

Afterward, he had dropped in to visit his dad at the station, hoping that it wasn’t just happening to them, even though it would be just his luck. The Sheriff let him rifle through recent reports of strange, out of the ordinary activities but all he found were reports filed about suspicious looking teenagers hanging around outside of local convenience stores. There had been no reports of rabies, either, dashing another one of Stiles’ theories.

And, of course, he had gone to the pack as soon as he began to suspect that the dead animals may have a more sinister origin than simply falling prey to some pet cat roaming the neighbor. No one in the pack had noticed anything amiss, no supernatural threats or random dead animals on any doorsteps.

Peter had made some snide little comment about Valentine’s Day coming up soon, pointing out that Stiles probably had a psychopathic secret admirer who thought that leaving dead animals on his porch was the epitome of romance. With Stiles’ luck, it was a disturbingly real possibility, one he wouldn’t discount.

The other betas had dissolved into a bout of raucous laughter, even Boyd chuckling under his breath at the comment, but Stiles hadn’t been very amused. Rolling his eyes at the remark, Stiles had noticed that the tips of Derek’s ears had been burning bright red, a sure sign that the alpha was blushing at something. Probably due to secondhand embarrassment, Stiles figured.

Now, there he was, standing on his front porch in his Spiderman pajamas, looking down at that day’s little ‘gift’ ― a twelve point buck, lying dead on the walkway in front of the porch, a large hole in its chest. Ripped out of the buck’s ripped, its bloody heart lay on the front porch just inches from his bare foot, a single red rose laid beside it.

He almost threw up.

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Pietro Maximoff Drabble 1

Requested By: Anonymous

Prompts: “I swear, I’m not crazy!” “No. Regrets.” “Stop being so cute.”

Originally posted by son-of-a-blake

It was a beautifully average day. The kind of day that is so average that you don’t recognize the beauty that is held within it. It’s the kind of day where everything seems to have slowed down, taking its own time. It is on this beautifully average day in your not-so-average life where you find yourself doing a beautifully ordinary activity: baking.

While you wouldn’t call yourself a master chef, you did pretty okay when it came to cupcakes. The baking process was quite soothing to you and you just loved making something delicious. So when you woke up this morning from your not-so-average life with a hankering for something irresistibly sweet; your mind decided that cupcakes were the way to go.

Stretching out your aching limbs from the mission you just had the night before, a blissful sigh left your lips as you took in the sunlight that was filtering through the parted curtains. Eyes dropping to the man next to you, a small smile appeared on your lips as you took in Pietro’s sleeping form. The speedster was splayed out on his stomach, legs tangled up in the covers. Leaning over him, you place a sweet kiss onto his forehead, promising to be back soon. And with that, you made your way to the kitchen.

Finding it empty, you began to grab all of the ingredients needed to make your signature red velvet cupcakes. With a flick of your hand, bowls and measuring cups flew out of the cupboards as you bent down to grab the trays needed. Dumping all of the necessary ingredients into one mixing bowl, you telekinetically moved a spoon into the bowl. With a constant twirl of your slender finger, the spoon began mixing and combining all of the ingredients. With a snap of your fingers, cupcake liners placed themselves neatly in each little compartment. Standing back from the counter you watched as kitchen tools and ingredients fly around the kitchen with a flick of your wrist. Man, you loved being telekinetic.

The sleeping speedster that you left back in your shared bedroom was finally awake. Blearily blinking away the sleep from his eyes, Pietro noticed that you were no longer next to him. Wondering where you were, Pietro’s question was soon answered when the sweet aroma of cupcakes filtered in through the room. Smiling to himself knowing that you were baking, Pietro sped out of the room towards the kitchen where he found you frosting cupcakes.

Waltzing up to you, Pietro sneakily placed his arms around your waist as he buried his face into your neck. “Morning, Printesa.”

Jumping slightly in surprise, you soon leaned back against your boyfriend with a smile gracing your lips. “Morning, handsome.”

Shifting his head slightly, Pietro placed a sweet kiss into the crook of your neck before resting it onto your shoulder. Eyes drifting down towards the cupcakes, Pietro’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The cupcakes you made didn’t look normal. For one thing, they were red.

“Why are the cupcakes red?” Pietro quizzed, eyeing the cupcakes warily.

“They’re red velvet,” You simply replied as you frosted another cupcake.

“So they’re supposed to be red?”

“Yes,” You answered as you telekinetically picked up another cupcake.

Shaking his head, Pietro moved to your side as he watched you frost the cupcakes. “Red cupcakes. Never heard of them. You must be crazy.”

Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, you eye him. “I’m not crazy. They are really good!”

Shrugging slightly, Pietro leaned against the counter as he crossed his arms. “You’re still crazy for thinking red cupcakes are okay.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!” You all but shouted. How could he not know about red velvet cupcakes?!

Shrugging once more, Pietro stuck his finger in the icing. Licking it from his finger, he smirked at you. “You’re still crazy.”

Man, he just loved to tease you.

You know what? You thought to yourself, glaring at your ridiculously good looking boyfriend. Using your powers, you stealthily picked up one of the frosted cupcakes that you had just finished. With a flick of your wrist, you sent the cupcake flying. Right into your boyfriend’s face.

Shock crossed Pietro’s features as the red velvet cupcake slid down his face, leaving a trail of frosting. Eyes wide, Pietro looked at you in bewilderment.

“No. Regrets.” You breathed out, a devilish grin gracing your lips as you watched your boyfriend blink away his shock.

“You know, (Y/N),” Pietro started as he stepped towards you. “It’s a good thing I love you.”

“And why is that, my dear, sweet Pietro?” You asked as you stepped towards him, batting your eyelashes.

“If anyone else did that to me, I would have retaliated back,”

“Oh?” You quizzed, wiping the frosting off of his face. Licking the frosting from your finger, you looked back up at him. “What would you have done?”

“This,” He said quickly as he grabbed a cupcake behind you. Seeing his attack a mile away, you quickly ducked away from him as he aimed the cupcake.

“Hey, what’s going on in-” Tony asked as he stepped into the kitchen. But alas, it was too late. Pietro had already thrown the cupcake, and you had already ducked out of the way. With a satisfying splat! Tony was hit right in the face with a cupcake. “Here.”

And just like that, you and Pietro froze as Tony glared down at the two of you.

“Run?” You suggested to Pietro, wanting to get away from Tony as fast as you could.

Nodding earnestly at your words, Pietro rushed to your side. “Got it.”

And with that, Pietro quickly picked you up, and sped the two of you away as Tony began to yell at the two of you. Laughing all the way as Pietro sped you away from Tony, you swiped more frosting off Pietro’s cheek.

“Stop being so cute,” Pietro grinned as he set you down when the two of you reached a safe spot.

Shrugging your shoulders, you laced your fingers through his. “Sorry, can’t help it.”

Laughing at your reply, Pietro leaned down and captured your lips with his. The kiss was sweet as you could taste the frosting on Pietro’s lips. When you finally pulled away, you found yourself leaning in once more. Just like the cupcakes you had just baked, you could never just have one of Pietro’s kisses. His were always so special, so passionate. Every time you kissed him was like the first. Sweet and full of love, just like those red velvet cupcakes.

Zen is a journey of exploration and a way of living that, in and of itself, does not belong to any one religion or tradition. It is about experiencing life in the here and now and about removing the dualistic distinctions between “I” and “you” between “subject” and “objective”, between our spiritual and our ordinary, everyday activities.
—  Chris Prentiss
Constellations and the Calendar

Did you recently hear that NASA changed the zodiac signs? Nope, we definitely didn’t…

…Here at NASA, we study astronomy, not astrology. We didn’t change any zodiac signs, we just did the math. Here are the details:

First Things First: Astrology is NOT Astronomy

Astronomy is the scientific study of everything in outer space. Astronomers and other scientists know that stars many light years away have no effect on the ordinary activities of humans on Earth.

Astrology is something else. It’s not science. No one has shown that astrology can be used to predict the future or describe what people are like based on their birth dates.

Some curious symbols ring the outside of the Star Finder. These symbols stand for some of the constellations in the zodiac. What is the zodiac and what is special about these constellations?

Imagine a straight line drawn from Earth though the sun and out into space way beyond our solar system where the stars are. Then, picture Earth following its orbit around the sun. This imaginary line would rotate, pointing to different stars throughout one complete trip around the sun – or, one year. All the stars that lie close to the imaginary flat disk swept out by this imaginary line are said to be in the zodiac.

The constellations in the zodiac are simply the constellations that this imaginary straight line points to in its year-long journey.

What are Constellations?

A constellation is group of stars like a dot-to-dot puzzle. If you join the dots—stars, that is—and use lots of imagination, the picture would look like an object, animal, or person. For example, Orion is a group of stars that the Greeks thought looked like a giant hunter with a sword attached to his belt. Other than making a pattern in Earth’s sky, these stars may not be related at all.

Even the closest star is almost unimaginably far away. Because they are so far away, the shapes and positions of the constellations in Earth’s sky change very, very slowly. During one human lifetime, they change hardly at all.

A Long History of Looking to the Stars

The Babylonians lived over 3,000 years ago. They divided the zodiac into 12 equal parts – like cutting a pizza into 12 equal slices. They picked 12 constellations in the zodiac, one for each of the 12 “slices.” So, as Earth orbits the sun, the sun would appear to pass through each of the 12 parts of the zodiac. Since the Babylonians already had a 12-month calendar (based on the phases of the moon), each month got a slice of the zodiac all to itself.

But even according to the Babylonians’ own ancient stories, there were 13 constellations in the zodiac. So they picked one, Ophiuchus, to leave out. Even then, some of the chosen 12 didn’t fit neatly into their assigned slice of the pie and crossed over into the next one.

When the Babylonians first invented the 12 signs of zodiac, a birthday between about July 23 and August 22 meant being born under the constellation Leo. Now, 3,000 years later, the sky has shifted because Earth’s axis (North Pole) doesn’t point in quite the same direction.

The constellations are different sizes and shapes, so the sun spends different lengths of time lined up with each one. The line from Earth through the sun points to Virgo for 45 days, but it points to Scorpius for only 7 days.  To make a tidy match with their 12-month calendar, the Babylonians ignored the fact that the sun actually moves through 13 constellations, not 12. Then they assigned each of those 12 constellations equal amounts of time.

So, we didn’t change any zodiac signs…we just did the math.

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Rejoicing is the best

by Lama Zopa Rinpoche

The fourth limb of the seven-limb practice is rejoicing. This is a very important practice and we should do it each day as many times as possible. It is the easiest way to accumulate merit. By doing this practice we can accumulate merit as infinite as space. Rejoicing increases merit, like investing $100 and then constantly receiving interest until we have thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands and then millions of dollars. When we rejoice, the merit increases greatly.

It is said in the teachings that among the virtues, or good karmas, the best one to practice is rejoicing. In other words, if we want to create good luck, rejoicing is the best way. People usually think that luck is something that comes from its own side. That’s completely wrong. It is not that luck suddenly comes from outside, without our having to create it. Luck comes from our mind. If we experience good luck, it’s luck that we have created with our mind. If we are going to experience luck, we have to have created it. There is no way we can experience luck that other people have created or independent luck, which has no creator. We create our own luck by having faith in karma and by knowing how to practice Dharma. With the seven-limb practice, mandala offering, bodhicitta, meditation on emptiness and the various other practices, as well as with Vajrayana practice, we create so much good luck.

Among the virtues, rejoicing is the best, because it is the easiest one to practice. It simply involves our mind thinking, and the merit we accumulate is infinite. If we rejoice in our own merit, we accumulate more merit than we actually accumulated by doing the virtuous action. When we rejoice in the merit of other sentient beings, if their level of mind is lower than ours, we accumulate more merit than they accumulated; but if their level of mind is higher than ours, we get half or a quarter of that merit. If we rejoice in the merit one bodhisattva accumulates in one day, we accumulate half or a quarter of that merit. If we were going to accumulate the merit that one bodhisattva accumulates in one day, it would take us 15,000 years without rejoicing, but by rejoicing we can accumulate in a few seconds the merit that would otherwise have taken us 15,000 years.

Generally in our life we should practice rejoicing as much as possible. We should rejoice whenever we see good things happening to other people. When other people develop their Dharma practice and have realisations, have education, wealth, happy families or many friends, we should always think how wonderful it is. When somebody succeeds in business or any other good thing happens to them, we should always rejoice, thinking, “How good it is! How wonderful it is!” It then becomes the best business for us. Why? Because by rejoicing we are creating the cause for success, success in our Dharma practice, success in benefiting sentient beings and the teachings, and success in even the ordinary activities of this life. By rejoicing, we are creating the best cause for success. But if we feel jealous of other people’s success, which is the opposite of rejoicing, we create obstacles for our own success. It is important to understand this and to practice rejoicing.

We should feel as happy as a beggar who has unexpectedly found a million dollars in the garbage. You can’t believe it. It’s like a dream. There is no way to experience happiness without good karma. That is natural, a dependent arising. Without good karma, there is no way to experience happiness or success at all. All happiness, up to the happiness of enlightenment, comes only from good karma; therefore, it is extremely precious.

With this awareness, we should rejoice. Think, “How wonderful it is that I’ve accumulated so much merit in the past, in the present and in the future.” Think this twenty-one times. Practice it right now.

Then practice rejoicing in the merit of other sentient beings, particularly that of bodhisattvas. I mentioned before the great profit that comes from rejoicing in the merit that one bodhisattva accumulates in one day. Then rejoice in the merits of the three times [past, present and future] of all the buddhas. They create so much merit in the three times, which results in so much happiness, including the achievement of enlightenment. Again think, “How wonderful it is! How wonderful it is! How wonderful it is!” Count your repetitions.

Sentient beings normally create negative karma and it’s very difficult and very rare for them to create good karma, or virtue. We should feel much happiness because it is only through their own practice of good karma that they can have happiness. We should cause them to accumulate merit, but how wonderful it is that they are putting effort from their own side into accumulating merit.

When you rejoice in the merit of other sentient beings, if it is more comfortable for your mind, rejoice first of all in those to the east, then to the south, then west, then north, then up and down. Rejoice in that way if you find it more comfortable.

Then rejoice in all the people in Tibet who have accumulated merit in the three times. After that, rejoice in all the people in Nepal who have accumulated merit in the three times. Then rejoice in all the people in India who have practiced virtue and accumulated merit in the three times. In Dharamsala, where His Holiness the Dalai Lama lives, so many people, both lay and ordained, are practicing Dharma. Then think of all the other Buddhist countries and rejoice in all their merits of the three times. Then think of all the sentient beings in the whole world. You can also be more specific. This makes it even easier to rejoice, because you relate to particular people in each country.

To practice rejoicing is very enjoyable, because when you rejoice your mind is happy. It is easy for your mind to get upset, angry or jealous when you don’t rejoice in your own merit and good things and in other people having good things. If you don’t rejoice, your mind is unhappy; but if you rejoice, you naturally have a happy mind.

Rejoicing is the specific remedy for jealousy, so if you feel a lot of jealousy, you should practice rejoicing. The result of rejoicing is that you achieve a buddha’s holy body, which has no ugliness, only beauty. Rejoicing is something you can practice while you are eating, while you are walking, while you are lying down, while you are working. You can do it even when your body is engaged in doing something else.

It might be good to rejoice in your own merit in one session and then rejoice in the merit of others in the next session. It’s very good to count on a mala. Or in the first session you could rejoice more in your own merit, then rejoice in other’s merit one time at the end; in the second session you could rejoice more in others’ merit, then rejoice one time in your own merit. You can do it in different ways.

INTJ crushing on an ENFP
  • ENFP: LALALALALALALALA *ordinary day activities*
  • INTJ: *observes ENFP's every move*
  • INTJ: *takes notes on what ENFP does and doesn't like*
  • INTJ: *takes notes on impressive things ENFP does*
  • ENFP: *messes up*
  • INTJ: *doesn't snap at them and leaps in to tell them how to make it right*
  • ENFP: *asks a really stupid question*
  • INTJ: *doesn't snap at them and explains to them*
  • ENFP: *does something stupid*
  • INTJ: *doesn't snap at them yet chides them for their reckless actions and offers to either shelter them from repercussions or help them face the repercussions*
  • ENFP: *says something stupid*
  • INTJ: *doesn't snap at them... corrects them with gusto*
  • ENFP: *does something completely right and awesome and intelligent*
  • INTJ: *stares at them with adoring love in their eyes that no one else can see ... Note-- to any outside viewer, it just looks like staring*
  • ENFP: *talks to INTJ*
  • INTJ: *thinks wtf they are talking to me... wtf do i do... wtf do i say*
  • INTJ: uh yeah. Nope. Uh huh. That's cool. That's good.
  • INTJ: *gets thoroughly invested in the topic*
  • INTJ: *impresses ENFP with their wide range of knowledge about everything*
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"Be Careful." {parksborn fanfic}

Harry Osborn couldn’t fight the feeling that Spider-Men either had a crush on him or wanted his money and was plain stalking him. 

Those against the new young head of Oscorp wanted the 20 year old dead, so far since his return in New York - Harry has dodged two assassination attempts thanks to the famous web slinger Spider-Man.

It began when his limo was hijacked.

Harry’s focus was on his tablet as his chauffer drove to their destination.

Suddenly, Harry heart a crack then glass shatter, and the car flipped.

The driver was shot in the head, dead instantly, the vehicle flipping on its side.  Harry was violently tossed, almost crashing out the window when the frightened young man felt a pair of arms wrap around his skinny torso and pull him out of the oncoming debris.

Harry’s eyes were closed shut, but slowly the translucent blue eyes opened, the identifiable Spider-Man mask in his sight.  

Oh my God, it’s Spider-Man.

“You okay?” The superhero asked, bringing Harry back into the reality that he still couldn’t believe. Harry stared at the mask, and as he remembered the recent question, Harry couldn’t help but think I know that voice. But he kept that inside, Harry nodded “Yeah, yeah thank you…Spider-Man.”

The NYPD came rushing to the scene. Spider-Man pointed a finger, “They’ll help you, and get a tighter security.” Like that, with that, Spidey shot a web, lunged himself forward and went on his way with Harry staring in awe

The second time was in broad daylight.

Harry with five bodyguards were walking away from a meeting concerning a deal with Stark Industries to the car. As Harry got closer to the car, he could of sworn he heard a beeping noise.

“Oh my god!” A bystander cried just as all of Harry’s bodyguards were yanked back by a web. Harry spun around, just to see Spider Man sweep down and snatch the young billionaire off the ground.  Seconds later, the car exploded - a car bomb, how typical.

Harry clutched onto Spider-Man as they were both lifted off the ground. The web slinger placed the unscathed but shaken Harry on top of small building.

“You can take the elevator downstairs,” Spider-Man stated as he shot another web that landed on a flag pole but before the hero lunged off, he pointed a finger to Harry, “Be careful.”

Harry could only just stand and stare.


After a week of no attempted assassinations, Harry got bored. He missed the web slinger.

It seemed the only way to see the hero was to get in harms way.

Harry did just that.

At 11:44 Harry snuck out and made his way downtown by foot dressed in a hoodie, jeans, and combat boots to a Chinese restaurant he hasn’t been in for 10 years.

It was dangerous for such an ordinary activity. Harry was vulnerable as a newborn and as he ate his noodles and shrimp, Harry couldn’t help but look behind his shoulder a few times. He felt as if everyone was watching him, Harry began to think the food tasted a bit funny - was it poisoned?

Harry took a huge gulp of his water, paid the $8.00 and made his way outside, hands stuffed in his pockets and head low covered in the raggedy hoodie.

After a minute of walking, Harry felt a presence behind him.

Multiple presences.


Harry turned his head slightly, and saw four men walking behind him. Fear began rushing but Harry remained calm and walked faster, but a large hand grabbed his shoulder and turned Harry, violently smashing the young man against the wall.

“Ah pretty boy,” the large men cooed, his head was shaven but he had a heavy unclean beard and his breath was horrendous, “I bet you’re a squealer. I love it when they beg.”

Harry was petrified, he tried to move but a pocket knife was held again this throat. The large man hissed, “Move and I’ll cut that pretty neck of yours.”

Suddenly one of the large man’s partners backed away, “That’s Harry Osborn.”

The Harry Osborn?” Another older man wearing a grey hoodie said, then looked towards the larger man, “Don this boy is worth a billion dollars.”

“I say we keep him,” Don smiled wickedly to the trembling Harry, “We can use him as much as we want and if they want him back, they have to pay a lovely price.”

Oh no

“Turn around,” Don whispered. Harry didn’t move, he wasn’t going to be used as a tool. So he stood his ground.

Don frowned, “I said,” he swung and shoved Harry face first against the wall, “Turn around you fuck.”

Harry shut his eyes and waited for the assault to be over.

But nothing came.

“What the fuck?” A man cried before being lifted off the ground and smacked down forcefully. A familiar figure swung down, it’s feet pushing the unexpected men at least a couple of feet away.

“Spider-Man,” Harry whispered in admiration. Don’s voice cracked “The spider man?” Don dropped the blade in fear, a cue for the young man -Harry instantly swinging and landing a forceful fist on Don’s face. Don stumbled back, Spider-Man’s web latching itself on Don, yanking the assaulter right into the wall, knocking him unconscious. Maybe dead.

Thunder cracked and rain poured, Harry squinting his eyes, trying to find his hero. He walked out in the rain and shouted, “I know you’re out there!”

Drenched in silence, Harry backed himself to the wall, but instead of bricks, Harry’s back touched flesh.

“Why the hell were you alone?”

Harry couldn’t help but grin when he heard the familiar and smart mouth

Harry turned to see Spider-Man hanging backwards behind him. 

A smile crept on Harry's lips, “You’re here.”

“Damn right I am,” Spider-Man stated, “You need -”

“Are you stalking me?” Harry questioned

Spider-Man was taken back, “Whaaa?”

“How did you possibly know I was here?” Harry teased, “It’s past midnight, wouldn’t you have thought I was asleep?”

Spider-Man was speechless and Harry was pleased with himself, “I thought so.”

“I’m looking out for you,” the hero finally said, “I’m keeping you safe.”

Harry was taken back by the sincere hero, the young man fixed his posture “You know, I never got to thank you for the other times you saved my life.”

Harry slowly got closer to the hero, his gentle fingers found the end of the mask, and gingerly began to roll them back.

“Harry,” Spider-Man breathed.

Harry began to question his judgment, but continued to roll the mask until it reached the nose.

There Harry placed both his hands on the sides of the hero’s face, leaned in and placed a soft kiss.

Harry’s wet lips contrasted with the dry ones, but it made the kiss more real. He pressed in gently, and he felt the hero kiss him back softly. Harry couldn’t believe he was kissing Spider-Man but Harry realized he was kissing the man who saved his life countless times, like he said it was his way of thanks.

Breaking apart for air, Harry rolled the mask back up. Spider-Man shot a web and left the scene but not without a cheerful Wooo that left Harry smiling in the rain. As Spider-Man swung away, Harry called out “Be careful!”

He could of sworn he heard a playful “Shut up!”

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Oh my god

what did I just write

it was an idea like replace Mary Jane with Harry from the TASM Universe

Cheesy I know but hey I wrote this in 30 minutes

Carry on friends

Just To Let You Know...

Originally posted by bagginshield

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: imaginesofeveryfandom aka thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  Reader insert for Kingsman: Being Harry’s daughter, as well as a Kingsman agent, and you fall head over heels for Eggsy when he joins. While the other Kingsman recruits are snobby and trying to impress you with their money, education, and family roots (*cough cough* Charlie), you love Eggsy b/c he’s the total opposite from them and he’s been nothing but kind to you. You tell your father you love him and, unknown to you, Eggsy hears it in passing and he confesses his love for you, too <3

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Johniarty Fanfiction Rec

All fanfiction here is completely consensual Johniarty. They do not all end happily, but they feature Jim and John being with each other without any of the commonly associated factors of this ship, such as Stockholm syndrome or rape. None of these break up John and Jim in favour for another relationship. Remember to check the tags on each fic for warnings.

Organized from shortest to longest (because that’s how I like opening fanfiction recs :P)

Mark My Skin (Make It Permanent) - Jim hates covering Sebastian’s appointments. He runs the parlor, but he doesn’t enjoy getting his hands dirty. Until one of Sebastian’s old army buddies comes in for a touch up, that is.

Write Truth On These Scars (Cause They’re Only Lies) - The first time they meet, John has perfect skin and a flawless smile. The next time, there’s scars over his entire body and closed lips.

99 Problems - When John is doing his weekly trip to Tesco, he gets an unexpected shopping buddy in the form of he world’s only Consulting Criminal.

The Hangover - A trip to Las Vegas combined with a lot of alcohol? Yes, even the brightest minds will fall. Nothing beats the morning after the party. The hangover.

Come About - Pirate life seemed to suit John, and serving under Captain Moriarty had its boons.

Knight, Burning Knight - "Bloody hell, Watson,“ Moran rasps. "What are you doing here?" "Strangely enough, that was what I wanted to ask you too,” John replies wryly, stretching his left arm out cautiously and taking a closer look at the other man. “Punctured lung?" Kidnapped during a case, John rescues himself and comes across an injured Sebastian Moran. Afterwards, Jim Moriarty changes his mind and decides that one John Watson isn’t as boring as he first seemed.

What Gets The Blood Going - After being shot, John Watson is honourably discharged and forced to return to London. Upon his return, he finds that he is missing something in his life: the excitement. He decides to take a buddy’s advice and become a blood donor for vampires in hopes that it will help. When he is rejected because of the shrapnel in his shoulder, which "taints” his blood, he decides to just make the best of the night. He isn’t expecting for any vampire to take an interest in him. Especially not one as interesting as Jim Moriarty.

Five Steps To Freedom - After being bitten in Maiwand, Afghanistan, John Watson is honourably discharged after presenting as an Omega. He is sent to the Centre, a location that keeps Omegas in order to properly pair them with a compatible Alpha through a five step process. For John, this place has become a prison. However, that is soon to all change for John when an Alpha finally decides to go through the process with him.

Miles Of Stars - The author has no summary, and while I could try to describe this fic, there frankly is no right way to put what it is in any other words than what has been written. Just trust me and read it.

Never Again - Jim knew in that moment that there was something more to his neighbors’ relationship. That maybe his limp had nothing to do with an old war wound and everything to do with something a lot fresher. A lot more domestic. AU

Toxicology - "The boxes were damn heavy, and John was tired of hauling them down the rickety flight of stairs to the street. The living room was dead silent when he passed by, but then, what did he expect?“ Sherlock breaks John’s heart. Moriarty is there to pick up the pieces and introduce John to the London criminal underground.

Dr And Mr Moriarty - John is Jim Moriarty’s husband… …and he is a perfectly ordinary bloke. Criminal activities don’t touch their relationship. Absolutely. They have an ordinary relationship and marriage. They are both happy - for a given value of happy, between a secret criminal mastermind and an ex-Army surgeon. Right? Sherlock Holmes is confused. Dr Moriarty is a psychopath, who’s happily married to Jim Watson. From the outside looking in, Dr Moriarty is the most interesting, most beguiling entity to grace him. They should be playing their great game… and Dr Moriarty shouldn’t be tied down to someone as plebian as Jim from IT… right?

Fully Operational - Customizable androids usually take twelve months to create. Jim Moriarty was willing to pay for his customized android to be fast tracked to merely eight months. Upon awakening, John Watson can tell something’s not quite right with his owner, but he doesn’t know exactly what or how to find out.

On The Orbits Of Asteroids - Watson has a secret from his past that he’s kept from Holmes, but the past has a tendency to come back and haunt you.

Here Comes The Sun - John Watson, reaped for the 67th Hunger Games, vows to himself and his sister, that he’ll make it back to district eight alive, no distractions allowed. Only problem is, he didn’t count on meeting Sherlock Holmes or Jim Moriarty.

Things That Start With M - John is lost in the monotony of mundane life, visiting Sherlock’s grave every week. Imagine his surprise when he meets someone there… A dark-haired genius who’s supposed to be dead. Oh no, it’s not who you’re thinking. Don’t be OBVIOUS, nothing is as it seems, and madness is like gravity… Like falling down a rabbit hole. Post-Reichenbach AU.

moredibell  asked:

The more I write my fic, the more incomprehensible the game becomes. Why would Jecht think Tidus would come to Spira, such that he specifically says words to the effect of "if you're watching this, you're stuck here like me?"

He’d recorded all those travel spheres for his wife and kid. That reassuringly ordinary activity was helping him hang on and keep going, telling himself he’d get back to his “real life” someday. But by the time they reached Macalania Woods, as Auron said, Jecht had realized he was probably never going to see them again. So what was the point of all those record spheres? But he still recorded one last message. Just in case.  After which, as far as we can tell, Jecht stopped making messages for his family.

Never really thought about that before, but it’s very human. 

Penetration Testing

AN: A gift for the lovely @capitaine-odette​. It was started the week prior to 5.21 and was supposed to be finished by the Monday after to help cushion the blow, but obviously that didn’t happen. Still, I hope it helps with any lingering emotions, and shows how much I appreciate and adore you.

Thanks to Sarah ( @tnlph​ ) for the late night read through. You’re the best. #YGDB.

Summary: Emma Swan is the head of security at a major corporation, and always thought she was pretty good at it, that is until Killian Jones auditions for a job and seems determined to keep her on her toes.

Rating: M (mildly smutty)  Word Count: 8137   Part 1/1

ON AO3        On FF.net

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The first time they meet is not Emma’s proudest moment.

Phillip had called around 3, the loud blare of her phone jerking her out of a dreamless sleep, barely able to form the word hello as she listened to him explain the situation.

Something about suspicious badge activity. Something about a motion sensor in the CEO’s office.  Something about the offline camera.

It wasn’t his fault. It was protocol.

Activity in that office in and of itself was not even unusual.

Regina Mills was known for odd hours and a fierce dedication to her job.

This was not the first phone call Emma had received in the middle of the night, stumbling out of bed and across town just to find the woman, cool as a cucumber, long manicured nails pausing mid-stroke over her keyboard, a sharply angled eyebrow asking silently what Emma was doing there.  

But it was protocol so Emma dutifully threw a blazer over her nightshirt, hoped Regina wouldn’t look too closely at the black yoga pants that were decidedly not business casual attire, and stuffed her feet into sensible heels.

The drive over was spent trying to arrange her hair into something that was less a snarled mess of a ponytail and more an artfully tousled top knot, and just prayed yesterday’s eyeliner could pass for “smokey” rather than hungover.  It wasn’t her best work, but Regina wouldn’t appreciate the effort anyway.

Phillip had given her a brief rundown as she walked through the lobby, and it certainly sounded like Regina. No other alerts had been tripped. Nothing else out of the ordinary, no suspicious activity, nothing on the security feeds, nothing in the logs. The camera feed to the private elevator from the parking garage had been down for weeks, a ticket in with the manufacturer, but the motion sensor worked just fine. The same thing had happened just three weeks ago, a late night conference call with Tokyo had Regina in her office before the sun had even thought about rising.

So when she scanned her badge, and opened the rather ostentatious black door of Regina’s office to find a scruffy, if not sharply dressed, and startlingly attractive man, sitting in the stylish yet ergonomic chair of her boss, Emma was understandably shocked.

She pushed the door open fully with a crash, reaching inside her blazer for her taser. She realized, a second too late, that she hadn’t actually brought her taser, leaving it in its lockbox on her nightstand, her trusty mesh shoulder holster atop it.

She awkwardly removed her hand from inside the jacket.

“Who the hell are you?”

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The whole thrust of Buddha’s teaching is to master the mind. If you master the mind, you will have mastery over body and speech. […] Mastery of the mind is achieved through constant awareness of all your thoughts and actions. […] Maintaining this constant mindfulness in the practice of tranquility and insight, you will eventually be able to sustain the recognition of wisdom even in the midst of ordinary activities and distractions. Mindfulness is thus the very basis, the cure for all samsaric afflictions.

Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, Journey to Enlightenment.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a detailed comparison of Light and Mikami, specifically in regards to their morals, worldviews, reasons for killing, views on humanity and personality. Thank you!

I drafted this reply with solely the text “hohoho” written as an answer and then took a few day to find a satisfactory way of approaching this, but here we go!
If you have a question on how I got to a particular conclusion, feel free to ask!
Also thanks go to @ayagami for looking this over for me. So here it is:

                                     but in very different ways

In HTR13 Ohba states that Mikami’s flashback serves the purpose to introduce Light and Mikami as equals, which makes it immensely interesting to examine these superficially similar people in comparison. Especially as it turns out they are fundamentally different people in the end.

This starts in their upbringing. Light is an upper middle class kid. Soichiro has a very good position within the NPA, they can afford a nice house, Light goes to a private school… We can infer Light has a sheltered and privileged childhood. Nothing in canon implies a break with this idyllic lifestyle.
Meanwhile Teru is most definitely raised poor. He is raised by a single mother, who have notoriously bad socioeconomic standing in Japan. 

They have vastly different childhood experiences. From a young age on, Light gets reinforced that he is amazing and exceptional. When we meet him in canon, we know he has a history of earning nation-wide titles (two years tennis champions, multiple years academic champion of his year). Light builds up immense self-confidence, which mirrors his actual achievements and other people’s view of him perfectly. Light thinks he’s hot shit, but everyone else thinks so too and there is tangible reason for this belief. 

Teru’s childhood is a story of growing social ostracization meanwhile. I don’t need to retell his backstory chapter, but as we all know Teru goes from someone who could fit in to somebody who can count on nobody and relate to nobody. Teru also thinks he’s hot shit, but he is very much alone in that thought.
Where Light’s confidence is in line with other people’s opinions, Teru’s sense of self-worth thrives on rejection. ‘You are bad, but I am not like you. I am good.’
Light has trouble relating to people because they are below his skill level, Teru (while also being very gifted) has trouble relating to people because he deems them morally wrong and human scum, while they ridicule him and view him as a target. It’s interesting that Light grows up adored and Teru grows up scorned but both of them come out of it with a very high sense of self-worth.

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People who really have their minds on the Way do not forget work on the fundamental no matter what they are doing. Yet if they still distinguish this work from ordinary activities even as they do them together, they will naturally be concerned about being distracted by activities and forgetting the meditation work. This is because of viewing things as outside the mind.
—  Muso
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Samurai 7/Dirty Pair Director Toshifumi Takizawa Passes Away
Armored Trooper Votoms chief technical director was 61

The official blog for anime director Toshifumi Takizawa reported on Thursday the Takizawa passed away on June 22 from esophageal cancer. He was 61.

The blog mentions that up until the day before his death, he was still doing ordinary activities such as driving his car and walking his dog.

During his career he also directed Big Wars, Crusher Joe: The OVA’s, the Dirty Pair Flight 005 Conspiracy and Dirty Pair: From Lovely Angels with Love OVAs, Blue Remains, Aura Battle Dunbine: The Tale of Neo Byston Well, and Aoki Ryūsei SPT Layzner. He also worked as a storyboard artist for Mad Bull 34, Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ, Zeta Gundam, Victory Gundam, G Gundam, New Gigantor, Inazuma Eleven, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Black Butler, and more.

Takizawa had also been working as a regular lecturer at Kurashiki University of Science and the Arts since April 2011.

The main thing I’ve realized from Wonder Woman is how many ordinary activities women do in films that are sexualised for male consumption- eating ice cream, trying on clothes, speaking with a non English/American accent.