play at the plate

reynesofcastamere  asked:

Okay, so I realize that we've only seen snippets, characters are complex, developer intent changes, etc, etc. Buuuut....Canon pre-Reaper Reyes seems like a relatively chill dude? Like,THIS is the guy that was supposed to be the hardass "ends justify the means" and "stick to the mission at all costs" type? o_O Would love to know your take on this.

This is like 99.99% speculation and personal projecting, but I’m fond of the idea that Young Gabe was extremely hard working, gruff, bad with people, edgy on purpose, and young Jack was more chill, friendly, charismatic, motivational. So through the amount of time they spend together Jack helps pull Gabe out of his shell, muscles him into working on his social skills so he’s got less of a wall up. He’s got his own friends and life and he’s fun at parties, but he’s still a gruff, intimidating guy with super high standards so he can be tough to work with because he’s a hardass who’s better than everyone at everything.

Jack and Gabe have like a good cop bad cop dynamic for the Omnic Crisis, Gabe is calling the shots but Jack is the approachable go-between that people aren’t afraid is going to bark at them for messing up. When the Omnic Crisis ends the powers that be are like “hey, Jack a good upstanding ‘’’’’’’All American’’’’’’’ guy, he photographs well, he looks good on posters, he’s good at making all our weird special snowflake superheroes get along and work together, he knows how to tactfully navigate conversations with important people without offending them, let’s put him in charge of Overwatch!”

Gabe is pissed because he did the heavy lifting and now he’s not getting the glory, Jack is pissed because he ALSO wants Gabe to get the glory. He doesn’t want to be in charge, he wants to be the Fun Uncle who helps the kids get along with Rules Dad. But now he IS Rules Dad. He can’t be The Fun One anymore because now everything he does matters and everyone in the world is waiting to pick apart every descision he makes and backseat drive all his mistakes. So Jack starts turning into the stressed hardass because he’s juggling so many plates and playing politics with everyone. 

Meanwhile Gabe is realizing a lifetime of Trying The Hardest didn’t really matter, because it still didn’t get him the job he wanted. He’s kind of salty, but also realizing from what it’s doing to Jack that he probably dodged a bullet because he would not have the tact to deal with all the political niceties. So in his own sardonic way, he kind of turns into “the fun one” because he doesn’t have the spotlight on him and can be as sarcastic and back-sassy as he wants without worrying about what it could “do to his career”. He throws a lot of jabs about Jack getting all the glory, but at the same time he enjoys getting to chill for the first time in his life. He doesn’t want Jack’s job or resent Jack for having it now that he’s seen how all the chips fell, but there’s always going to be that little part of him that can’t stop picking that scab and bringing it up when Jack is stressed out or fucking up. Gabe probably thinks of it as pushing Jack to do better and live up to the standards he expected for Overwatch when he was in charge, but for Jack it’s more like rubbing salt in the wound.

Then when he gets Reaper’d he’s just a pissed off man-on-a-mission who doesn’t need to worry about playing nice with others and social nuance at all anymore, so it’s all Reyes dry humour plus his skill and ambition plus his lifelong dream of wearing The Most Over-The-Top Goth Kid Sleeveless Black Trenchcoat ensemble and throwing shotguns at people. Reaper is Gabriel Reyes coming back from the dead with no fucks to give and ALL OF THE fucks to give simultaneously.

Now I’m not gonna say “this is how I think Blizzard is going to make it happen when they actually drop the lore” because that would make me a goddamn clairvoyant to predict that much backstory. I’m just sayin’ that if I was on the writing staff that’s probably how I’d pitch their relationship dynamic because it meshes with a lot of the established lore bits they’ve already dropped like  “Gabe was in charge of Overwatch for the Omnic Crisis”, “Jack got promoted ahead of Gabe because he ‘brought out the best in people”, “Jack and Gabe continued to work together reasonably well despite this for another 20 years until [mystery event] happened”, “Gabe is an edgelord who condescendingly slow claps at people and talks like a smarmy tryhard theatre kid”, and “Gabe is also fun at parties and says quippy things when everyone else is stressed out about serious political problems”

3

This little goon was scheduled for slaughter two weeks ago today. Luckily, some dedicated souls brought him to our sanctuary and rather than spending the day on someone’s plate, he spent it playing ball, burrowing in hay, giving copious pig kisses, rolling in the grass, and chewing on my shoes. Pigs have feelings too my friends 🐷

“Are you nearly done?” she spoke, fingers reaching out to touch your waist. She’s warm, and it feels very sweet  when she presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, worn sweater of hers hanging off your frame. It’s the warmest feeling, her arms wrapping around your waist. Her sweater was given to you when she was in college. A small liberal art school on the coast, her fingers drumming on the counter top.

 You stir the spaghetti, and you smile, nodding.

 “It’s almost done, babe.” she laughs, looking at you with honest to god heart eyes.

 “Look at us,” she laughed, taking a sip of the Welch’s grape juice you’d poured in wine glasses, glasses you’d bought to celebrate your first home together. “We’re fucking saps.” she smiled at you, and you swore to god that you could melt, between the cracks of the hardwood you stood on.

 Home is the perfect word to describe this girl, and this place you’ve moved into. It’s tiny and the AC is awful and her clothes don’t have enough room but she’s here. She’s here and she looks like an angel, hair tossed up in a bun and a silly smile on her lips. 

She’s here and she is so beautiful, the kind of beautiful you could wait your whole life and still never see. She is the kind of blessing that all those nights wondering if this, liking who you do and loving who you love was worth it, she’s the kind of blessing that makes your heart scream yes, of course.

“Stirring spaghetti and playing shitty music from 2009, we’re such rom com princesses.” you quip back. She rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, and a spike of worry shot up in your tummy because there was a roll in the oven.

But a beautiful woman had just grabbed your hand and you weren’t about to say no because of a fucking roll. Incidentally, she’d pulled you to an empty floor surrounded by boxes, laying down and looking up at the ceiling.

There’s plastic night light stars for kids stuck on the ceiling. It’s not glowing because the lights are on. The spaghetti smells lovely.

You’re lying down, and you turn to your side and press your face into her neck.

“We’re really doing it, huh?” she whispered. Her family hadn’t loved it, the idea of doing it when you did, and your family wasn’t huge on it because she’s… not a guy.

But you get up to put the spaghetti on plates and your favorite movie is playing on an ipad propped up on a box, and life feels good.

The ipad is all her eyes are trained on, and you look at her, you look and look and look and you still don’t get tired of it because she’s lovely, because she’s brilliantly gorgeous and lovely in a way you’ve always been in awe of.

“See something you like?” she says cheekily. 

“Nope,” you smiled, turning to her, and kissing her, slowly and feeling her smile into it, “Something I love.”

"I Don't Dance"
  • <p> <b></b> Slytherin and Gryffindor are playing against each other in Quidditch.<p/><b>Draco, singing, :</b> "Hey, Batter batter, hey, Batter batter swing"<p/><b>Harry, singing along:</b> "I've just got to do my thing"<p/><b>Draco, moving his hips a bit:</b> "Hey, Batter batter, hey, Batter batter swing"<p/><b></b> But every time they sing a line, they start to dance as well.<p/><b>Harry, also starts moving his hips side to side:</b> "Yeah"<p/><b>Draco :</b> "I'll show you that it's one and the same . Baseball, dancing, it's easy. Step up to the plate, start swinging"<p/><b>Harry :</b> "I wanna play ball and that's all. This what I want to do. It ain't no dance you can show me, yeah"<p/><b>Draco:</b> "You'll never know"<p/><b>Harry :</b> "Oh I know"<p/><b>Draco :</b> "You'll never try"<p/><b>Harry :</b> "There's just this little thing that stops me every time"<p/><b>Draco :</b> "Come on!"<p/><b>Harry :</b> "I don't dance!"<p/><b>Draco :</b> "I know you can!"<p/><b>Harry :</b> "Not a chance, no"<p/><b>Draco :</b> "If you can do this and you can do that"<p/><b>Harry :</b> "But I, don't, dance"<p/><b>Draco :</b> "Hit it out of the park!"<p/><b>Harry :</b> "I don't dance"<p/><b>Draco:</b> "I say you can"<p/><b>Harry :</b> "Not a chance"<p/><b>Draco :</b> "Slide home, you score, swingin' on the dance floor"<p/><b>Harry :</b> "I don't dance, no"<p/><b></b> They're both musical nerds and they make everyone groan and facepalm cause of it.<p/></p>
The Runaway Ballerina

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, some Cas 

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Reader has been hexed by witch that turned her into a toddler, and a jealous Dean becomes very annoyed. 

A/N: I hit 100 followers, so in honor of that I’ll be posting some imagines so if you guys have any request send them down and I’ll try my best.


Part 2

Originally posted by helvonasche


Sam and Dean sit in baby staring at their once 25 year old sister who was now 4 years old in a ballerina outfit because that’s what she picked out at the store when they needed to buy her clothes. The previous hunt they were on Y/N got hit by some weird powder by a witch and Dean woke up the following morning to a tiny hand on his face.

“Why do you guys keeping wooking at me weird?” She ask looking between them. “You’re just so tiny.” Sam smiles. “She’s so cute!” Sam adds looking at Dean. “Yeah, I remember.” He mumbles as they get out the car to go food shopping for the bunker.

“Come on Y/N.” Sam chimes as he opens the back door for her. He holds her hand as they cross the street to the store. She lets go and runs to the shopping carts to grab one. They stand there watching her struggle to get one cart out because they were stuck together. (Don’t you just hate that) “I got it.” Sam chuckles getting it. As they walk in store Y/N skips ahead next to Dean to hold his hand but he keeps moving his hand so she can’t grab it.

“I don’t wanna hold your hand, thanks. I don’t wanna hold your hand.” He argues. She frowns and grabs a hold of his hand and grips it tight. “Ow, ow, let go of my hand.” He growls. “That hurts.” He glares down at her. She whimpers and peeks over to Sam who looks down at her. “What’s wrong bug?”

“Dean won’t hold my hand.” Y/N pouts. Sam gives Dean his signature bitch face and Dean grunts and grabs her hand. “She always did this before.” He mumbles but Sam just chuckles shaking his head. “Why did you choose a costume?” Dean ask looking at her ballerina outfit. “It’s not a costume it’s my protective gear.”

“How’s a ballerina costume suppose to protect you?”

“Are you crazy who wants to hurt a ballewina?” She protest. “Other ballerinas.” Dean shrugs. Once Dean had enough he throws Y/N in the seat of the cart and she rambles to Sam who too eventually has enough of her talk of Princes and fairies and he gives her his iPod. She bops her head and swings her hanging legs accidentally kicking Sam once in awhile listening to music as they get to the register. “Can I has some lime jerky?” She ask pointing down below to the candy and jerky. Sam is about to protest remembering her eating habit but Dean holds his hand up to stop him. “Your remember how she was when she didn’t get things. She whined and whined.” Sam grabs the jerky and puts it down with the of stuff and Y/N smiles. The ride to the bunker is an half hour away and Y/N becomes very impatient.

“Are we there yet?” She grunts tugging on her seatbelt. “We get there when we get there Y/N.” Dean answers annoyed. “Why do you have to be such a meany?” She yells. Sam stops Dean before he can even talk back. “Hey princess let’s play a game.” Sam says turning around in his seat. “Okay!”

“Let’s play the license plate game.”

“Yay okay!” Y/N props herself on the seat and looks out the window. There isn’t much cars on the road and she eventually falls asleep from boredom. When they arrive Sam carries Y/N down the stairs seeing Cas sitting in the war room. “Who’s the child?” He questions noticing a sleeping Y/N in Sam’s arms.

“Cas it’s Y/N.” He chuckles. “Y/N isn’t two feet tall.”

“She got hit by some mumbo jumbo powder and now she’s four years old so we need to find a way to reverse it.” Dean explains as they walk to the kitchen. “Cas would you mind taking her to her room?” Sam ask. Cas hesitates at first and nods. Sam passes her gently so she doesn’t wake up. She stirs in Cas’s arms for a moment and becomes still again. He takes her to her room settling her down on the bed. He admires her small body seeing fully that it clearly was Y/N. He remembers Y/N showing him some pictures of her and boys when they were younger.

An hour goes passed and the boys sit in the library reading some books. “Do children usually nap for this long?” Cas questions. “You have a point totally forgot. She’s too quiet now that I realize.” Sam intervenes. “Oh no.” Dean mumbles getting up. “What? What is it?” Cas questions following them to the kitchen.

“Whenever Y/N was quiet it meant that she’s was either hiding something or she’s going through the pantry for cand—”

Sure enough when they reach the kitchen they see a stash of candy wrappers opened along with other snacks, but that wasn’t the problem. This was Dean’s secret stash. “Son of bitch.” He stomps his boot. “If she throws up, I’m blaming you!”  Dean scolds at Sam with a pointed finger. They go into the hallways to look for her. “Y/N!” Dean screams. He goes to her room not seeing her there and is about to leave till he hears shuffling from the closet. He slowly walks up to the closet grabbing the door knobs and swings them open spotting the little ballerina with a chocolate stained mouth.

“THERE YOU ARE!” She screams crawling through Deans legs and makes a run for it in the hallway.

“Sammy get her!” He screams. Sam sees a small body dart across the hallway. He runs after her but loses her once he turns the corner. Five minutes go by and Dean doesn’t find her. “I’m tried of playing games Y/N come out now or it’s time out for you!” After three minutes of searching he meets in the war room with Sam. “She’s in so much trouble!” Dean grunts. “Dean, why are you so mad at her?”


“She ate my stuff!”

“No, not that. I mean ever since she turned you’ve been a meany like she said what’s up with that?” Dean doesn’t answer and looks away. Sam stands there waiting for the answer. Dean mumbles something inaudible he can’t hear. “What?”

“I said she likes you better then me.” He confesses. “Dean, what are you talking about?” He sighs before he answers.

“Every since Y/N was little she always liked you best. She was stuck to you like glue.” Sam stands there in shock. “Dean, she loves you a lot you know?” He raises an eyebrow hearing this. “Anytime you and dad were gone Y/N never shut about you. Asking me all these questions about cars and bugging me when you were gonna be back and how excited she was to learn  how to gank monsters from her big brother. Besides you too spend a bunch of time together now. Why is this affecting you?”

“Is that true?”

“Yes, I was kinda jealous because I thought she liked you more. And to be honest I’m a little jealous. You guys have a closer bond than I have with her now.” Sam admits. Suddenly Cas emerges into the war room carrying a crying Y/N. “What happened?” Sam ask. “Well when I was chasing her down she fell and hurt her knee.” He lifts her leg up showing the ripped pink unitard with a cut that is now bleeding just a little and the torn tutu. He goes to hand her to Sam’s out stretched arms but she whimpers rejecting him.


“I want Dean.” She whimpers crying. Dean lifts his head up hearing this and gets a good look at his baby sister. Her arms reached out for him leaning away from Cas. Her eyes puffy and red from crying. Dean realizes that he’s been so stupid that he didn’t need to be jealous, because him and Y/N get along perfect now when she’s not a toddler. She whimpers putting her arms down thinking her big brother yet again is rejecting her today until he reaches out for her and she quickly wraps her arms around his neck. “You okay?” He ask softly wiping her tear stained face. “No.” Y/N croaks shaking her head and he takes her to his room. He sets her down on his bed and helps her in one of his t-shirts after cleaning her face.


“I’m sorry I ate your candy.” She apologies in her small voice. “No, I’m sorry for being a meany today, I was just jealous.”

“Why?” She ask with a tilt of her head.

“It’s a long story. But let’s get a bandaid on this shall we?” He gets the first aid kit and cleans her scratch up. “Tank you.” She says once he’s finished. “Dean.” She calls out to him when he puts the stuff away. “Yeah?”

“Can we watch some cowboy movies?” He smiles at this and nods his head. “Sure thing sweetheart.” He sets the movie in his room while Cas helps her pop the popcorn. Half way through the movie Y/N starts falling asleep. He looks down under his arm seeing Y/N falling asleep with a piece of popcorn hanging of her bottom lip. “Getting sleepy there?” He lays down with her pulling the blanket up. “Frectles.” She mumbles. “What?” She puts one tiny finger in his face and says it again. “Frectles.” He frowns then gasp realizing what she meant. “You mean freckles.” He chuckles. “Yeah you has those.”

A/N: Would you guys like a Part 2?

World’s Best Dad (Part 2)

Originally posted by hugwinchester

Summary: The reader heads to the Winchesters for her date with Dean…

Part 1

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Gah, daddy!Dean is too cute…


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Falling Playbook 2

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Subtitle: Setting the Rules

Characters: Jeon Jungkook | You | Mentions of BTS

Genre: smut | college!au | fwb!au

Word Count: 12.5k

Summary: Jungkook and I want to test the waters before we start anything serious.

Masterlist | previous part

It was Monday; first out of five days which were going to determine whether Jungkook and I could be friends or not. We had five days to test the waters before we could proceed with our arrangement. By Friday, we would either start our sexual adventure or just settle for that one time thing we had already shared. Regardless of the outcome, I was excited. It was new to me, and I just couldn’t help but smile whenever I thought about it.

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Knights and Rogues – How to design a knight using a Rogue oriented build

Originally posted by monthofloveart

So you want to play a Knight, but you don’t feel like being super Lawful Good or sacrificing reason over honour? Maybe you like the way you play an assassin/ninja over a clunking plate armoured god of war?

Well, not to worry – far from being purely locked into a fighter/paladin figure, a knight can be a bit free in the way they are played, and contrary to more popular culture of being utterly locked into a rigid code of conduct, knights can be fairly free in the way you play them. Here’s a few ideas on knights and rogues, and how you can do them.

Originally posted by zechs

What Makes a Knight?

We can call a lot of things as making a knight; a code of chivalry, a plate armoured warrior following a cause, following a liege lord, heavy cavalry, some noble figure, etc. But to make it more simple, it’s worth remembering that a Knight is a social class, not a profession. A warrior knight is actually what is termed “man-at-arms”, and this term is used by Knights themselves to refer to both Knights as a class, and the commoners that have training and equipment like a knight (basically being knights in all but social standing). Geoffroi de Charny saw no distinction between Knights as a class and men-at-arms, referring to them in the same fashion, and holding them to the same standard of chivalric ideal as he held himself to, and his book on Chivalry constantly refers to ‘knights’ purely as “men-at-arms”. So, in this regard, we have two forms of ‘knight’, the actual social class of noble that is inclined toward warfare, and the men-at-arms that lack social status but are otherwise equipped and trained. And here we have some space to play:

-        Knight as a social Class are nobles, and the Elite of society, particularly in warfare. If you are playing a rogue or stealth based Knight that fits this base, there is space for the ‘gentleman thief’ archetype, the noble-assassin whom uses his status to procure contracts and execute his marks by duel of by waylaying, the special forces stealth type that might be more stealth oriented through means of combat, than outright facing their foes in open battle. Equally, they may well challenge their opponents to fixed duels to maintain honour and appearances while clearly ensuring they cannot lose.

-        Another part of being a rogue can be the use of subtly and guile. A Knight as a noble does not by any means have to be an armour-clad warrior, but can be a courtly figure with good connections, that uses their status to maintain both royal and baronial ties in court, and equally employing underworld bandits, assassins, and spies. The game of politics runs deep in any court, and a knight that favours words over blades may well be a master tactician, as well as a cunning schemer.

-        A well-trained special forces tends to have elite soldiers that are, simply put, skilled at whatever they are needed for. If a Monarch commands their finest knights to learn the arts of secret killing, espionage, spying, theft, or stealth, then it is the place of the knights to learn. Perhaps the knight already possessed these skills, as part of their House’s creed; a line of warrior nobility dedicated to conflict through less open tactics. While many knights take the arts of war to perfection, some knights may choose the methods by which wars are halted before they begin…or by paralyzing the methods by which to wage war, once it begins.

Background-wise, there is a lot to play with here. Knights by class and skills can easily work as bandits and assassins in all manner of ways, from the armoured horseman that runs down a mark, to the courtly type that fixes a duel between peers, to the more secretive shadow-knight that retains skills subversive to a common man-at-arms (possibly under orders from their liege), there is freedom in how one manages things here.

Originally posted by kelgrid

Build Ideas

Do we play a straight Knight (armoured warrior) that works as an assassin or bandit?
A more courtier-type Knight that uses diplomacy and bluff, sleight of hand and outright lies, in conjunction with their Noble status to make them more trustworthy, or more intimidating, more legally entitled, etc?
Do we play a Rogue, with more emphasis upon skills in combat, to become a flurry of weapons and agility to overcome towering men of steel, an unorthodox but highly talented warrior that stands with their more stalwart friends, while acting more as a skirmisher?
Perhaps a Rogue that is socially a Knight, yet has for some reason has learned arts far different from their fellows. They may wear armour on parade, joust in a tourney, but all other knights know and quietly whisper that the lady of that particular House is far better at unlocking doors in dark places where treacherous nobles gather, who seems to have the ear of the Monarch and knows the darkest secrets of their peers, as if they had spied upon them all this time…
Even more strange, perhaps a Rogue that has employed their talents while adopting a looser form of the code of Chivalry – defending others even through misdirection, never actually LYING, demonstrating enormous courage and loyalty to their fellows, and maintaining humility despite their talents and guile?

Ultimately, the choice as to how the Knight-Rogue is played is down to the player…however…


Originally posted by degrassi

ALIGNMENT

A knight is bound by a code, Chivalry being the most common. Even a bandit or assassin knight must have some rule by which they are bound. A rogue that is a Knight might well break into a house to steal an item or information from another Noble, but they will generally be doing so for some greater purpose than simply for their own vanity and greed. Perhaps the Monarch ordered them to discreetly conduct a search? Perhaps the bandit knight will not kill innocents? Maybe the assassin will not slay any but their mark? Maybe the Courtier will not act directly outside the rules of law or Chivalry?

Regardless of how the Knight-Rogue operates, they will never be outright Chaotic, and more normally will be Lawful, following a personal code of ethics, or adhering closely to the Law or rule of their liege. A code of conduct is a major marker between a knight and a common thug in armour, and even a base-born ‘knight’ will keep closely to it, perhaps even more zealously than a noble.

Adherence to Chivalry will likely be key here. You should agree with your DM what your Rogue-Knight can and cannot do within their code of conduct, before building one in their game.

Originally posted by i-am-roadrunner

Final Notes

As @we-are-rogue herself has mentioned before, knights and rogues have a lot in common, more often than not, and I agree. I also feel it worth mentioning that, both in Europe and Japan, knights and samurai would often fill the roles of spies and assassins (most ninja retained by the Shogun were of Samurai class, and in Europe many knights would be hitmen for hire), making it not uncommon for figures of war to become killers for pay, information gatherers, and perhaps because of their educated background would often end up being ‘skill-monkeys’ of their time.

Do not be fooled. Honour among thieves and assassins may very well exist.
And they that know are in a far better position than those that do not.

Originally posted by samurai-spirit

laurenjauregui: When the EPA was created, it was done so as a response to our rivers and lakes being so toxic they were FLAMMABLE; meaning the water was not water at all but a bunch of chemicals. When we forget about Gaia, we play ourselves. Humans weren’t created to eat money off of the plates of the rich, humans were created to experience life and their beautiful home of planet earth. They’re brainwashing you into thinking you’ll ever be as rich as them; you won’t be because you will never be as ruthlessly inhumane. The billionaires in our government don’t care that you can’t afford your medication, they don’t care that you’re getting sick because of your water, food and air being poisoned with an immense amount of chemicals. Clean water, organic food and clean air is not a “right” that should be advocated for, it is the natural state of the world before we industrialized humanity. In fact, their level of indifference is so great that they continue to repeal things put in place for the protection of the people and propose dangerous policies that leave you with smaller wages, higher taxes (except the rich, they get a tax cut lol), unaffordable health care, and a poisoned food and water supply. This is a dangerous fascist era we’re in and while we may not feel the effects right this second, (although many are), there are going to be grave consequences for our children and grandchildren. It’s sad everyone has been dumbed down so much that what celebrities are doing or hooking up with is more important than the fact that our Earth and Democracy are dying. I am angry almost every day I wake up to a barrage of new things this government is trying to dismantle and create to oppress the American people. I am sad every day that we allowed this to happen and that some people still have the audacity to support this administration. We are ALL affected by the destruction of our planet. I encourage you to educate yourselves about what is going on right now because this fuckery’s been out of hand since day one but continues to worsen by the day. Keep your energy light and pray all you can to Creator for the strength to help combat the overwhelming evil that has stained our country’s heart.

anonymous asked:

HC for the reactions of the RFA+Saeran, who found out MC had a really abusive Ex-fiancé, which leads them to be really flinchy/noticeably freaked out around loud noises, screaming, and anything akin to being physically hurt.

thanks for your suggestion! warning: angst ahead!

Yoosung

-He was playing video games (when is he not)

-You had gotten up to get him some snacks

-Just as you walked in he was right about to win the level

-¨yes yes c´mon, NOOOO¨ he screamed out in pure frustration as a big GAME OVER appeared on screen. He heard a clattering behind him

-He looked over to see you had dropped the plate you were holding, the cheese and crackers strewn all over the floor.

-He saw your face, totally frozen in fear, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Yoosung immediately panicked

- ¨MC!¨ he stammered.

-Instinctively you started to back away before you felt his arms around you. You both didn´t move, staying like that until you both felt at peace. He didn´t want to push you to talk about why you reacted the way you did

-But needless to say, once he knew what happened he was prepared to kick that persons butt

-(and by that I mean he´s prepared to give them a death glare)

Zen

-You were helping him practice his lines for the new show he was in. It just so happened that his character was an asshole.

-He was getting really into the part, and he almost forgot that he was just practicing lines, so he screamed out the insult he was supposed to say with all his might.

-You tried to say the next line but you felt like you couldn’t talk right as memories kept flooding back to you.

-He turned around and was shocked to find you clutching the script with shaking hands, your breath shallow.

-He immediately snapped out of his acting trance and grabbed the script out of your hand

-¨MC let´s stop rehearsing lines for now I think that´s enough.¨

-You looked up at him in shock. His heart broke when he saw your expression.

-¨Whatever is bothering you princess, you can tell me¨

-You looked down sadly and quietly explained that your ex had been… less than kind to you.

-As you continued explaining his face slowly molded into rage.

-¨Don´t worry my darling I´ll make sure that monster never touches you again¨

-He´s much more careful in the roles he accepts now.

Jaehee

-You were in the coffee shop and a customer was being rude to you

-¨Have you ever made a coffee before in your life lady? Hey I´m talking to you!¨

-You immediately put up your hands as a defensive reflex.

-Jaehee walked into the scene and instantly took action

-¨Sir I must ask you to leave¨

-The glare she gave him could only be described as a death glare.

-After he left you two sat and talked a while.

-You explained that he wasn’t really doing anything but yelling but that you were reminded of your ex.

-She didn’t push, the way you said ex gave her a clear enough picture.

-From now on she deals with the angry customers

Jumin

-You two were sitting on the couch cuddling while Elizabeth was playing on the table in front of you

-Suddenly Elizabeth accidentally pushed a plate off the edge of the table and it broke on the floor with a loud crash.

-All three of you jumped

-After telling off Elizabeth, Jumin turned to you, and noticed that you were still visibly shaken.

-Thinking you were upset about the plate, he assured you that he could easily buy a new one.

-You shook your head frantically and told him you didn’t care about the plate

-So he asked you why you were so upset.

-You looked down and told him that the sound reminded you of the time your ex threw a plate at your head

-Jumin didn’t know what to say, he was just so shocked that anyone would even think to hurt you.

-He slowly brought over Elizabeth and plopped her in your arms and she instantly snuggled up against you

-You smiled and roped him into the hug and sat there with him until you were all asleep

-The next day Jaehee called you to complain that Jumin was now putting all his attention on a new unbreakable plate project

Seven

-He was working when you came up to him

-¨Seven I brought you some food¨

-He didn’t respond

-¨Seven come on you’ve been sitting there for hours you need to take a break!¨ You said defiantly. His face contorted into anger

-¨MC can you just SHUT UP?¨

-He hadn’t meant to yell. He was under a lot of stress and he wrongly took it out on you. As soon as he said it, he looked up to apologize and saw you reflexively step back into a defensive position.

-Oh he was very familiar with that stance.

-You barely had time to think before he was hugging you with all his might.

-¨S-Seven?¨

-¨You don’t need to tell me anything if you don’t want to but I am here for you and I would never hurt you¨ He whispered in your ear. You decided to sit down and tell him everything. He had shared all of his pains with you after all.

-He denied having anything to do with the embarrassing photos of your ex that appeared all over the internet.

Saeran

-You were both dragged by Seven to a concert

-Though you both pretended it was the worst thing to happen, you couldn’t deny that you were starting to enjoy yourselves

-That is, until the audience started screaming with applause

-Terrified, you looked up at Saeran and he looked back at you with the same expression.

-You both instinctively bolted

-Once you were outside you didn’t say anything.

-You just sat there in awkward but comforting silence until the show was over

-He didn’t ask what made you act like that, since he knew if someone did that to him he would hate it.

-Eventually he slowly wraps his arm around you as you wait for the show to finish.

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It's Not Destiny Who Chooses

Wrote this last week, and I thought I might share it here too, so ~ 

Long post. 3k, just below the ‘red more’, so I’m adding the Ao3 link in case someone wants it!  Ao3 clicky me

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


Lance squeals when strong arms wrap themselves around his small waist and then he’s laughing as his brother hold him way up above his head.

“Tony! Tony, no! No helicopter!” Lance shouts, giggles escaping his mouth as his older brother continues to spin him around.

“But Lance! Our audience demanded a maiden in distress, didn’t you, guys?” The seventeen years old turns to the small audience a few feet from them, all of their big eyes wide and entranced in curiosity, nodding their small heads at the question, some of them even cheering for the teen.

“Sorry, hermanito, the audience has the last word.” Tony smirks and tickles Lance on the side, earning a loud laugh from the seven-year-old.

“Angie!” Lance shouts in distress, laughing bubbling, making him shake, “Angie, help!”

The twenty-year-old rolls her eyes but smiles softly at her brothers as she makes her way towards the pair. “Okay, alright, Tony, stop tormenting him. It’s almost time for dinner, anyways. Come and help before you continue playing, deal?” She asks, looking down at her brothers before turning towards the small children, “Who is ready for a warm Christmas Dinner, guys?”

The small children cheer louder at her words, most of them raising their hands enthusiastically as some of them stumbled on their own steps to stand up.

Angie giggles fondly at them before she raises her head and her eyes meet a small body on the other end of the room, face hidden from her as he looks down on the ground and rubs his arm nervously, almost as if hugging himself.

It’s not the first time that one of the kids in the orphanage they volunteer at is closed off or distant. Christmas is always a hard time for orphanages, especially for the kids. Angie understands that, she’s been volunteering along with her family most of her life, and she had been so good to befriend and include every single kid back when she was their age.

Now, at age of twenty, it’s difficult for kids to confide in her easily. It’s no one’s fault, it’s just a clear line between adult and kid and sometimes it’s difficult to find a common ground.

Angie purses her lips, deep in thought, before a body crashes into her middle. She huffs out of surprise before she looks down and the bulb inside her head lights up as soon as her little brother’s blue eyes look up at her.

“Ups, sorry!” Lance says, rubbing the back of his neck.

Angie waves him off and she kneels down quick to grab her little brother’s arm as he was about to follow the small crowd behind her.

“No, wait, Lance,” She calls, moving her head around until she caught her brother’s eyes. Angie nods once she decides he’s paying attention to her before she continues, “Do me a favor? You see that kid over there?”

She points with her head subtly and she wants to facepalm herself when her brother turns around abruptly towards the direction and screams his concerns.

“Angie, why is that kid all alone? Is he sad? Why is he sad? It’s Christmas! Does he know it’s Christmas?” He questions with a small pout, not pleased that someone wasn’t having fun like the rest of the party.

Angie hushes him quietly. “Well, I don’t really know, buddy. Maybe he doesn’t like partying?”

“But why is he alone?” He asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion and Angie pushes his bangs out of his face.

“Maybe because he needs a friend?” She suggests, shrugging her arms and giving him a small push with a smile, “Are you up on being a friend, buddy?”

Lance blinks before he beams and nods his head. Angie laughs at her brother’s enthusiasm and drops a quick kiss to his temple.

“That’s my Lance.” She praises softly before she pushes him gently towards the kid, “Now go. Please tell him dinner is almost done and then it’s time for gifts, alright?”

“‘Kay!” Lance shouts back over his shoulder, making his way. He dodges and avoid the big bodies around the room, mumbling and shouting at the same time quick ‘sorry’s’ when he’s not quick enough.

“Huh,” Lance says out loud as soon as he arrives, standing behind the kid, “You have a mullet! Cool!”

The kid stiffens and he’s quick to turn around, meeting Lance’s eyes for the first time and the brunet doesn’t hesitate to wave at him innocently, offering a big smile.

“Hi! Sorry, I just looking at your hair and it reminded me of my Tio’s hair. He says it’s a mullet with style, and that only cool guys like him have one, but my mama says it’s something only old guys wear. She says my Tio is still living in the eighties, even though he lives like five houses away from us, and there are no streets named like that, but that’s okay! As long as he visits during the weekend, of course! Yours look like a mini mullet though and you are not old –”

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Boyf Riends AU: Michael's SQUIP

Jeremy hated pills, especially putting them in his mouth and then having to swallow it whole with a drink so instead he put it in a sandwich. He is about to eat it when his dad calls him and he leaves the room to talk to him. Michael had not eaten since lunch today and notices the sandwich Jeremy made, just lying on the table. It’s just one sandwich, he reasoned, he can make Jeremy another one later. And so by the time Jeremy comes back in there’s Michael playing Apocalypse of the Damned with an empty plate right next to him. Jeremy starts to freak out and Michael feels so guilty for eating his 400 dollar pill. They spend the night at Michael’s place and in the middle of the night Michael gets thirsty so he grabs a Mountain Dew from his fridge. The second he takes a drink, he falls to the floor in pain, Jeremy comes running down and tries to help his best friend when all off a sudden Michael stops struggling on the floor. He grabs Jeremy by the shoulders and tells him there’s a voice in his head calling itself a SQUIP. And what’s Michael’s goal? Not to get popular or the girl, but to get with Jeremy. And the SQUIP will make that happen one way or another.

Disposable pt. 7

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Warning: this chapter has a knife in it and a minor injury. If you are concerned about it, please message me and I’d be happy to give you a summary of what happens in the chapter. <3


Yoongi didn’t think of himself as a disagreeable person, he just never seemed to agree with you, specifically. He put this down to you being so stubborn, and ignored the part of him that said maybe it was also because he might be subconsciously sabotaging any chance of the two of you being friendly. As long as you didn’t even get along, there was no chance of feelings, right?

He was being a coward and he knew it. He could rationalize it into him doing you a favor. He hardly knew you (he realized this only after finding out that your brother was his boss), but he knew you well enough to see that you didn’t need someone like him. Not that there was anything wrong with him (he was fantastic, thank you very much), but he wasn’t exactly a “boyfriend” kind of guy. If you were to develop feelings for him, you’d just get hurt.

So really, by acting shitty towards you all the time, he was actually being quite considerate of your feelings.

God, this was ridiculous.

He wasn’t sure if he was more annoyed at you at this point or himself, but he had to make a conscious effort not to slam the door when he left your shared room. You had just called him a snot-head, and he didn’t appreciate it. Hadn’t he just helped you clean up the glass? Hadn’t he finally agreed to sleep in the same bed as you? But no. He made one comment about the weird picture hanging on the wall and suddenly he was a snot-head (whatever the hell that actually meant). How was he supposed to know that you drew it when you were eight?

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