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30 Signs Of Emotional Abuse In A Relationship

1. They humiliate you, put you down, or make fun of you in front of other people.

2. They regularly demean or disregard your opinions, ideas, suggestions, or needs.

3. They use sarcasm or “teasing” to put you down or make you feel bad about yourself.

4. They accuse you of being “too sensitive” in order to deflect their abusive remarks.

5. They try to control you and treat you like a child.

6. They correct or chastise you for your behavior.

7. You feel like you need permission to make decisions or go out somewhere.

8. They try to control the finances and how you spend money.

9. They belittle and trivialize you, your accomplishments, or your hopes and dreams.

10. They try to make you feel as though they are always right, and you are wrong.

11. They give you disapproving or contemptuous looks or body language.

12. They regularly point out your flaws, mistakes, or shortcomings.

13. They accuse or blame you of things you know aren’t true.

14. They have an inability to laugh at themselves and can’t tolerate others laughing at them.

15. They are intolerant of any seeming lack of respect.

16. They make excuses for their behavior, try to blame others, and have difficulty apologizing.

17. The repeatedly cross your boundaries and ignore your requests.

18. They blame you for their problems, life difficulties, or unhappiness.

19. They call you names, give you unpleasant labels, or make cutting remarks under their breath.

20. They are emotionally distant or emotionally unavailable most of the time.

21. They resort to pouting or withdrawal to get attention or attain what they want.

22. They don’t show you empathy or compassion.

23. They play the victim and try to deflect blame to you rather than taking personal responsibility.

24. They disengage or use neglect or abandonment to punish or frighten you.

25. They don’t seem to notice or care about your feelings.

26. They view you as an extension of themselves rather than as an individual.

27. They withhold sex as a way to manipulate and control.

28. They share personal information about you with others.

29. They invalidate or deny their emotionally abusive behavior when confronted.

30. They make subtle threats or negative remarks with the intent to frighten or control you.

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Day 4 - Prompt - Pollination (the platonic kind) - Iceskating, Shopping and a good dose of Snowballs, too bad Weiss sucks at everything because she’s a Useless lesbian - from weaponscomplex

I hope I’ve met your expectations buddy because, man I’m getting burned out…But I’ll go through with this no matter what and thank you for the prompt XD

Also as a side note, I always imagined Yang going out in the winter like this considering her Semblance…

Seperate Title: Double Date

I Feel It In My Bones

Thank you to the lovely @fabulous-dani for requesting this. I’m so sorry you had to wait so long my lovely but I really, really hope you enjoy it. Please let me know x x

Title comes from this song and it is one of my all time favourites, I highly recommend sticking it on whilst you’re reading this, it really heightens and suits the mood of this fic! 

Request: Could I request an imagine? So could you write an imagine where the reader is a teen or young adult and is being recruited for the Avengers, but the Avengers have no idea what makes her special and ignore her. That is until during a mission, that involves all of them, she reveals that she can control plasma/dark matter. But when she does use her power, her eyes go black and the black plasma oozes from her hands. You can decide the teams reaction. Could it be angsty please. Thank you if you can, if you can’t I understand, I mean this is a really long request so…… Yeah

Warnings: Angst, talk about a murderous rampage but not detailed. 

Words: c, 1,719.

*gif not mine*


Originally posted by nightmaresandsexyghouls

You pulled you knees up to your chest and attempted to control your breathing.

“What have I done?” you sighed, breaths coming out ragged and sharp.

Sirens screamed past your hiding spot and you considered walking out and surrendering yourself, walking out into the chaos, arms raised and letting the consequences just happen, even if that meant they locked you away forever.

The world would be a better place without you free to roam the streets.

Rising from your spot you made the decision, rain poured down from the heavens and plastered your hair to your head and you moved ever so steadily forward, people rushed passed you their screams muted by the sound of your heart beating rapidly in your ears.

The carnage of your destruction was everywhere, cars were left abandoned, some had crashed and the smoke bellowing from their engines barely registered within in your senses as flashlights and guns turned on you, cops yelled at you to put your hands in the air and you complied, watching as they moved cautiously towards you.


“You levelled a whole street in this city.”

“I did.”

“How?”

“I’m not sure,” you bit nervously at the inside of your cheek and your interrogator laughed mirthlessly.

“You’re not sure about which part sweetheart, the part where freaky black stuff came shooting out of your hands and tore buildings down, or the fact where you looked like you had been possessed by a demon as your turned your powers on innocent people?”

Tears streamed down your cheeks “I can’t control it!” you sobbed.

“And that is precisely what makes you a danger to society, and do you know what happens to dangers to society? They get put down.”

The straight jacket you were in did not allow for much movement, so you couldn’t even wipe away the tears that fell.

The door of the interrogation opened with a bang and another man stepped into room calling your interrogator out as a young woman stepped in and took his place.

“Y/n?” she confirmed and you sniffed and nodded.

“Let’s get you out of this thing!” she motioned to the jacket, unbuckling it and helping you slip out of it.

“My name is Wanda Maximoff and I’m here to talk to you about the Avengers.”

Your eyes widened in panic, the Avengers were being sent to take you out?

“We are not going to hurt you,” Wanda promised, “We want you to join us.”

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Shklance concept: Keith and Lance are sparring in hand to hand combat and Keith keeps smoking Lance every time and Lance is really frustrated and angry at Keith for being better than him. Shiro pulls him aside and Lance complains that Keith’s acting like a dick (Keith huffs and smirks like lol ur just a sore loser) and Shiro says, “no he isn’t. I know it’s hard but you need to get better at this and practice makes perfect. It’s really important that you have the tools you need to defend yourself in any situation.” Lance is like “whatever, i have my bayard and my lion I’ll be fine” and Shiro puts his arm around him and touches foreheads and sighs and says “Lance… I just… don’t want you to get hurt. I want you to be ok.” There’s a silence and half of Keith’s face is peeking around the corner. “me too.”

By the Light of Us

The @ficcingcaptaincanary prompt for the week was When to hang holiday decorations. I’d intended to have this solidly Captain Canary or the whole team, but Rogue Canary happened instead. Could be friends or almost-lovers, whichever way you want to see them and in any combination.

All Ages, 770 words.


After Leonard comes back, he, Mick, and Sara end up sharing one of the larger rooms aboard the Waverider. Despite plenty of speculation amongst the team, the trio is strictly platonic. In public, they behave as they always have.

In private, however, the assassin, the thief, and the pyromaniac, all of them jaded by what life has thrown at them, have become closer than family. They sleep together in the bed that’s not quite big enough, Mick curled around Sara, Leonard curled in on himself at the edge of the bed, facing them, so when he wakes at night, he knows he’s not alone. They sprawl out on the couch, legs over thighs under hands while they watch television or clean and repair their smaller weapons.

They don’t let anyone see them in their room, their sanctuary, their home.

“So,” Sara asks in late November, “when are we decorating for the holidays?” She’s lying on the couch, her feet resting in Mick’s lap, while Leonard reads on the bed. Mick grunts in response, eloquent as always, and Leonard shuts his book before turning to face the couch.

“Why would we do that?” he asks.

“I thought you were Captain Cold.” Sara smirks. “Shouldn’t you want to celebrate the winter holidays?”

“No,” he replies simply, lips twisting up at the corners.

“You’re no fun,” Sara says, looking back at Mick. She pokes him, a toe to the thigh. “Help me out, here.”

“Don’t really care about stuff like that.” Mick pushes Sara’s feet away from him, and she slides them back, resisting the urge to poke at him again.

“Okay, so we’re not doing decorations. Got it.” With an over-dramatic sigh, Sara slings her arm over her face, hiding the smile as she makes her own plans. She’ll get her decorations up, one way or another, whether they want to participate or not.

To her surprise, before she can sneak in the first decoration, one appears without her help. She comes into the room a few days later to see, hanging from the ceiling from a piece of twine, a white, ceramic bird holding a sprig of mistletoe. Instead of the traditional dove, however, the bird is unmistakably a canary.

“Gideon,” she says aloud in the empty room, “who hung the decoration?”

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to say, Miss Lance,” the AI replies promptly.

She watches over the next week, trying to figure out which of the men had gotten the little ornament, but other than the fact that none of the three of them walk directly under the mistletoe, there’s no acknowledgement. Her best guess is that the two of them worked together, but she isn’t sure why, not when neither seemed to want any holiday decor to begin with.

She changes her plans some, getting just two more decorations instead of covering the room as she’d initially thought. First, she hangs a glass snowflake above the bed. It’s delicate looking but strong, something she snagged when they landed briefly in Italy’s past.

Sara misses Leonard’s initial reaction, but she catches him smiling softly at it when he thinks nobody’s looking.

Mick’s decoration comes from the future. Sara manages to sneak away from the team long enough to find what’s basically an animated sticker, and she hangs the huge, realistic-looking fireplace up on the wall next to Mick’s spot on the couch. When he watches it later that night, she’s sure his eyes reflect the glow, and she’s almost certain she can hear the crackle of the imaginary flames.

As the three of them go to leave for dinner a few days later, Leonard catches Sara’s hand, tugging her toward him. She follows his glance upward to the mistletoe, then looks at Mick as he stands next to them.

“Maybe the decorations weren’t such a bad idea,” Leonard says, looking down at her.

Sara grins. “I’m usually right, you know,” she quips. She looks back up at the mistletoe the canary is holding, then rests a hand on Leonard’s chest so she can lean up and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. His eyes glitter down at her, and she turns to Mick, copying the gesture. Mick grunts his appreciation, the faintest hint of pink staining his cheeks.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” Sara says, squeezing the hand she hadn’t realized she was still holding, letting her other hand slide down Mick’s chest, then turning and leading the way out of the room.

The door closes behind them, leaving just the decorations alone, the snowflake reflecting the light of the fireplace, and the canary watching over them both.

okay so its 4am and i just got woken up after getting 2 hours of sleep but hear me out. you know those fics people used to write like 5 years ago where its like five times this thing happened and one time it happened differently? well what about one of those fics but with jesse trying to cuddle people. because jesse just really likes cuddles, platonic, romantic, whatever. the first time he tries to cuddle with badger when they high on weed and as soon as badger comes down from the high a bit he gets up like dude no homo. then jesse tries to cuddle with walt during 4 days out and in the morning walt treats him all brusquely about it. next he’s sitting in the back of mike’s car and he kinda leans into him and mike wants so much to be fatherly to jesse, to just let him have this, but he can’t, so he lets out a world-weary sigh and tells jesse they gotta get back to work. but then one time jesse tries to cuddle with saul and he’s all ready to face embarrassment and rejection again but saul cuddles him back and aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh

platonic-rabbit  asked:

4, 6 for your OCs, 10, 16, 42 and 49 for Malachi?

  • 4: what time of the day/night do you like to write? Night time if possible, but really any time I have peace (which isn’t that often).
  • 6: hardest/easiest character to write for? If a character is hard to write, I’ll stop and try to suss out why. Usually it’s because I don’t have a handle on their personality yet, which comes with getting to know them better.
  • 10: any writing advice? Write what you don’t know. Write what scares you. Push yourself. Never settle.
  • 16: do you ever hand write? why or why not? Every once in awhile I will, but only if I’m desperate. I’m more likely to write on my phone, which is still slow and frustrating but at least it gets the words out.
  • 42: five songs that this character has on their iPod/iPhone? I haven’t sat down and figured out individual songs, but he has Queen’s entire discography, as well as Led Zep and Bowie. Also Justin Timberlake.
  • 49: this character’s starbucks order? Vanilla coconut frap with whipped cream.