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Always help your local cowboy.

Inspired by @achievementtooth‘s and mine conversation while we were playing Overwatch. Except that they did actually know that we were on defense.

Does mod g have a crush? who the hell knows

One of the most liberating feelings in the world is realizing you don’t owe anyone shit

You don’t have to be friends with someone who treats you like crap even if you’ve known them your whole life. You don’t even owe them an explanation either. You get to choose who gets to be in your life. It’s a privilege, not a birth given right. 

If someone is hurting you or just flat out annoying, you don’t have to give them the time of day. Please cut the shitty people out of your life and surround yourself with awesome ones who make you happy. You deserve nothing but happiness and anyone who brings you down doesn’t deserve to be in it. 

After Camp Camp: A Hospital Trip

(This takes place after Dad vs Dad, an alternate take of Max’s Parents ch. 1)

The first hit had been the hardest that David had ever thrown in his life, his fingers and wrist protesting from pain as he wound up to throw another one. His blood was boiling over the thought of Max ALMOST getting hit because of him. However, the next hit didn’t land, as James struck David directly in the nose, all while huffing loudly in pain.

“David-” Max gasped weakly, as his mother pulled him back behind her.

“I’m fin-” David started, but stopped to block another hit from James, “Nevermind, just stay back!”

The fight continued from there, each man struggling against their pain to hit the other. Somewhere during it, Max and Alexis had fled to hide in what David assumed to be the master bedroom. It didn’t matter though, David didn’t intend on keeping the fight in the apartment much longer.

In a whirl of profanities and punches, the two carried out the fight out of the front door and down to the stairs a short while away. If the counselor knew any better (and he did) he figured that they both had the same plan for the other- Too bad he only figured that out AFTER James did.

“Fuck!” David would have to scold himself later for swearing, as he soon found himself tumbling down the stairs, the plastic edge of each one digging into his ribs and knees as he fell.

The fall finally stopped, as his hands grabbed for the nearest hold and his leg dug into the sharp carpeting under him. David only took a second to straighten himself out, eyes furiously searching for James at the top of the stairs. He saw the man starting back for his apartment.

“Max…” The younger man gasped, fearing the worst for the child, and taking off running in spite of his injuries.

Against his sweet nature, he tackled James as he caught up with him, about to toss one more slap or something at this point when suddenly-

“POLICE!”

They were in trouble.

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“The boy’s father said that you struck him first.” The officer read off, all while David was tended to in the hospital.

“No, he punched me first and was about to hit his son when I intervened.” David muttered sheepishly, looking down at his cast.

His wrist had been broken, as well as two of his ribs, but luckily his nose was still in tact, just sore. He hadn’t heard anything from Max or Alexis yet, but he figured they were alright and possibly on their way to the hospital.

“That checks out. The boy and his mother told a story similar to yours.” Tinted glasses looked up at David. “And the dispute was over where the boy would live? What is your relationship to the family?”

“I-I was his camp counselor… He told me about negligence going on at home a-and I just wanted to check on him and they took it the wrong way.” A flush of embarrassment fell over his face.

“Right. Well, the boy is in his mother’s case for the night, and both you men will be taken down to the station for further questioning.”

“Yes, sir, that’s fine…”

The officer nodded and tipped his hat before going to take his leave. Just as he was leaving, Max was pushing his way into the room, his mother and another officer close behind him.

“David!” The boy exclaimed, tossing his arms around the older man’s legs. “You idiot, what the hell were you thinking!? That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do!”

“O-ow- Its nice to see you too, Max.” David laughed, giving the child as best a hug as he could in his condition. “Are you okay.”

“I’m fine, David.” Max scoffed. “Just waiting on Neil and his dad… And Nikki and Candy, because apparently they all live together now or something.”

David recognized Max’s attempt to switch the conversation and keep things light hearted, but he wasn’t buying it just yet.

“Neil-?” David’s gaze went from Max to Alexis, who was currently chewing on her lip.

“James and I- Need to talk.” She admitted, nervously strolling over to David. “And thank you…”

“What for?” David frowned, adjusting Max on his lap.

“For caring about my son.” Alexis said, smiling down at her child before kissing his little forehead. “I’m going to speak to the officers real quick. Do you mind keeping an eye on my son until I get back?”

“Of course.” With that, she took her leave.

Bruised and bloodied, David found that he didn’t care, as long as Max was safe.

anonymous asked:

Here's my simple list of rules to reading fanfic: 1. Unless you know the author makes consistent updates, don't start a WIP 2. If you don't like it, stop reading it. 3. Ask in the comments if the author would like feedback. If the answer is no, then don't leave feedback. I'm talking critique, not positive feedback. If you can't be nice, blah, blah, blah. 4. Heed the warnings, but also 5. No one owes you trigger warnings. It's nice, but people need to take care of themselves, not the writer.

Which leads to 6. People interpret trigger warnings differently, therefore, the reader is responsible for policing their own psyche. 7. My idea of what an excellent fic is will be vastly different than someone else’s idea. There is something for everyone, don’t shit on what other people like. 8. A person wrote this for any number of reasons. Be happy it exists. This might be the only place where you come across something that speaks to you personally & that’s true for someone else too.


These are all really great points. 

I’d also like to add that some of us writers don’t tag everything, even relationships, because we have no idea when we start that a certain pairing is even going to be a thing. If you follow writers like this (like me!) please be aware that following a WIP may mean you get occasionally blindsided. The author probably was too. 

There are also certain things I won’t tag because I don’t want to give away spoilers. If that’s something you disagree with, yelling at me about it won’t change my position. In which case, either don’t read my stories, or have a friend read them first to make sure there’s nothing in there you hate. 

An interesting example of this was Save Me, where I had Braeden appear out of nowhere as a character. And wow, did I cop some backlash for it. We’re talking Braeden, on her own, and no, she wasn’t pairing up with Derek (it was a Steter fic anyway, but hey…) 

And no, I didn’t tag her as a character because right up until she appeared, I had no idea that’s who the story needed. I write on the fly. Planning novels is for work, and that’s not what I’m here for. 

So I’m going to tell every reader what I told that reader: You can feel free to stop at any time, but I’m going to keep writing my stories how I want. 

There are plenty of readers and writers in fandom, and everyone is free to find someone who is the right fit for their needs. 

after owning the new mass effect for months now i’m finally playing and????? no one told me there were so many girls……… wish i had more hands to hold their hands

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You can’t rebuild a friendship by ignoring what has destroyed it.