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Uncle Popeye Fucks Up Hunting So Bad Legislation Happens

(Gun use, alcohol mention, amazingly- no animal death)

So you may remember Uncle Popeye from A Holiday Story, when he and grandpa tried to shoot a pheasant and fucked it up real bad.  I called the Ohio Relatives.  They have no idea how the family knew Popeye either, but that his given name was Richard, but got tired of being called “Dick” and after losing an eye in WW2, went by Popeye.

Look man, Ohio DOES things to people.

Popeye fancied himself the Great Outdoors-man, despite a long list of evidence to the contrary- besides the shooting incident, there was the time he got lost in the woods behind his house for a week despite being less than a mile from his house and six major roads, the time he almost poisoned the whole family after mushrooming in the hills only to be stopped by GG, and the time he got in a fight with a Woodcock and Lost.

The worst though, was Snowflake.

Near where my Ohio relatives lived, and continue to live, there is a Military Armory. (You know that joke about “If all your relatives all live in the same postcode, you might be a redneck?”  Yeah, check that.  Mom was the first to leave the state, and keeps urging the others that they are free to leave, they can’t keep you there. But I digress).  The armory is actually kind of a large campus, several hundred acres in size, where they take lots of old munitions and aircraft and whatnot, and figure out how to take apart and dispose of them without blowing everything up to fuck. The whole area is fenced off to keep the locals from helping themselves to the munitions (A serious issue in redneck country), which trapped the deer in the forest inside.  

The deer, no longer having to worry about hunters, but cut off from the outside population, basically went full Deliverance, and the resulting mutants are… rather pretty.  

The mutation is Luecistism, not albinism, but it makes for pretty, pretty very stupid deer.  Like, even dumber than white-tail already are, and whitetail are DUMB.  But the deer on the armory could afford to be easy to spot and have no natural fear of anything, because there were no predators or hunters, and the soldiers stationed there had better things to do

The prettiest of them all was Snowflake, the large white buck named Snowflake, because soldiers are great at naming things.  He was, by all accounts, a truly splendid creature- snow-white and shapely, with a well-developed rack.  Not unlike a porn star, apparently.  And many a man Lusted after snowflake, desperate for his head.

Or other things.  Ohio’s a pretty fucked up place.

But unlike other men, who would only stare wistfully from afar, Popeye was absolutely determined to have Snowflake.  The issue was, the military, having a few moments of sense, had decreed that having people wandering around a munitions decommissioning plant with firearms was likely to result in fire and death, declared that there was to be no hunting on their grounds.  The only way Popeye could feasibly shoot Snowflake would be if he were somehow able to get him on the other side of the fence.  But he couldn’t just cut a hole in the fence- it was fairly regularly checked, and he’d be caught.  Nope.  Somehow, Popeye had to get Snowflake on the other side of the fence without damaging it or the Military noticing.

It was during an afternoon of boozing and watching western documentaries, Popeye hit upon a solution.  He was watching a tourism promotion for all the great outdoor activities in Colorado, when he saw the solution to his problem.

He could FISH for deer.

Specifically, he fly-fish.  In his mind, he could clearly see how it would play out.  he’d simply find a heavy-duty line, cast it over the fence, tangling it in Snowflake’s antlers, and then reel him over the fence, where it would be perfectly legal to shoot him and then he’d be the envy of all the men down at the elks lodge.  Hah!  Genius!

So that spring, Popeye began tossing corn over the fence to lure deer to that particular secluded corner, and was immensely pleased when Snowflake started turning up regularly.  He’d get his trophy AND some fat venison!  All summer and into fall, he continued this, with the deer getting entirely too casual about his presence.  he also got his hands on some deep-sea fishing line and practiced ensnaring the antlers of his dummy deer in the backyard.  Just to make sure he had the leverage to haul Snowflake in, he got the harness that attaches the pole to your hip.  All was going according to plan.

So the first day of hunting season, Popeye goes to his corner where he’s been feeding the deer, and Snowflake is there, waiting for breakfast.  Great.  Popeye backs his pickup truck up to the fence, and stands on the bed so he can cast over the fence.  The deer, being imbeciles, fail to notice anything amiss.  He casts, and miracle of miracles, he gets the loop over Snowflake’s antlers on the first try!  Popeye whips the line around some more, making sure Snowflake is good and tangled, before reeling him in.

Apparently snowflake just stood there for this part, presumably looking confused.  Then the line began to pull on him.

As Popeye would later recount from the hospital:  “That’s when I realized.  Deer ain’t Mackinaw.”

Popeye had, in all his planning,  not taken into consideration that a 200-pound buck at the height of his testosterone-riddled rut might be somewhat disinclined to be pulled over a fence.  Furthermore, Popeye had failed to account that at 5′5″, he was of similar size to the deer, and in nowhere near as good of shape.

He recalled ALMOST flying over the fence as Snowlfake turned and ran for the safety of the base.  He did not quite make it, and cracked both knees as they slammed into the fence, jeans and harness shredding on the barbed wire.  it was not enough to separate him from the harness, only enough to slide it down his legs and tangle around his ankles, so that once he hit the ground, Popeye was dragged for half a goddamn mile by his feet as Snowflake frantically tried to get away.

Once at the base, and all manner of bruised, cut up and abused, Popeye was relieved when they finally came to a halt.  he regretted it half a second later when he realized that Snowflake had only turned around, and was now bearing down on his sorry ass full-tilt.  Several puncture and kick wounds later, Popeye managed to kick off the harness, freeing himself from Snowflake, and had to run back to where he thought he’d left the truck.  In the middle of the night, in the woods, with cracked patellas and without pants.

It took him all night to find the fence and truck, but managed to get back over the fence and to the hospital without being spotted. In a fit of paranoia that almost pased for good sense, he drove to three counties away to be treated, so the police wouldn’t find him, bleeding all the way.  He neglected beforehand, to tell any of his friends or family where he was going, except that he was deer-hunting.

He was very disappointed when he turned up a week later and found out nobody had gone looking for him.

 Snowflake was found tangled up in a tree, and was cut loose by the soldiers, apparently upset but unharmed.  Concerned that the poachers were getting too creative for their own good, the base petitioned the state legislature to maybe make a law that you aren’t allowed to fish for deer, Christ, we only found the poor man’s pants.

The state legislature, in a fit of rabid libertarianism, declared that such a law would be too restrictive upon the freedom of Ohioans, so the Army tried the country.  The county, which had to actually deal with this kind of bullshit on a semi-regular basis, agreed, and it is now illegal to Hunt any bird, fish or quadruped with devices and equipment not intended for such purpose.

Popeye never went deer-hunting after that, and Snowflake went on to sire many many more pretty inbred deer.

Name: Chupacabra

Area of Origin: Central and South America, Mexico, Puerto Rico

With a name derived from the Spanish words, chupar, “to suck” and cabra, “goat” the Chupacabra (literally “goat-sucker”) is a legendary cryptid found in the folklore of the Americas. The creature’s name comes from its reported habit of drinking the blood of farm animals, particularly that of goats. Sightings and/or reports of the creature began in the mid 1990s in Puerto Rico, where 8 sheep were discovered completely drained of blood on a local’s farm. The sheep had peculiar sets of three puncture wounds on their bodies. Once the case gained notoriety, other incidents (with some as early as the 1970s) were then attributed to be the Chupacabra’s doing. Physical descriptions over time have varied, though the creature is consistently described as possessing a row of sharp spines reaching from the neck to the base of its tail. Most commonly, it is described like that of a reptilian-like creature with leathery or scaly green-gray skin, and is said to be approximately 3 to 4 feet high. Sometimes it is believed to hop on its hind legs like that of a Kangaroo. It is has been described as possessing a pair of large, red eyes, sharing a somewhat similar appearance to the common “Grey Alien” and is believed by some to be extraterrestrial in origin.

Vampire Bat Boyfriend

I’ve gotten a lot of requests for vampires and a few for a bat monster, so vampire bat is here!

  It’s dark when you get home, then again it always is. You use to think working the late shift would be easy and fun, it’s only you and your coworkers in the store. You didn’t consider that the walk home would be so terrifying. You’ve started keeping your box cutter with you in your bag as well as a can of pepper spray on your keychain. You would ask your coworkers for a ride home, but some of them are gone before you even lock the front door.

  That was before though. Now as you make your way home you hear the familiar flapping above you and as you stop to look up he lands before you. He kneels then stands, towering above you as he kneels down and kisses you.

  “Did you just wake up?” You ask as you wipe the crust from the corners of his eyes, having to stand on tip-toe to reach.

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Diabolik Lovers: Cuddles

Words: 718

Anime: Diabolik Lovers

Character(s): Sakamaki Brothers

Disclaimer: Gifs are not mine!!

Shu- The King of Laziness would want as little movement as possible when he had you in his arms. The two of you would often face each other, your noses and lips nearly touching, his hand in your hair. He would leave you enough room to move your arms which you took great advantage of. Your hand would find its way upward to trace the outline of his face. He would watch you with a small smile as you did so, or if he was particularly tired, he would hum as he relaxed into your touch. Sometimes though, you would share hushed words whether they be loving or dirty is up to the both of you.

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anonymous asked:

May i request for RFA and the Minor trio with MC getting beaten by her ex and hospitalized? Thank you!! :*

Hey hey! More angst!


  • He cries
  • How could this have happened?
  • Yoosung is with her through as much of her recovery as he can
  • She forces him to go to work, though, so he’s not taking care of her 24/7
  • Until she can come home, Yoosung spends every night at the hospital (he doesn’t go home unless he has to take care of Lisa or needs to change his clothes)
  • Once she’s out, he makes sure that everything is comfortable for her
  • He’s such a worrywart
  • Her recovery is slow, but she’s well taken care of, and when she’s comfortable, she returns to work
  • It’s not until the ex tracks her down again (this time at home) hoping to hurt her again because he wasn’t done with her and only stopped because someone called the cops
  • Except Yoosung is awake (playing LOLOL) when he breaks in, and goes a bit yandere
  • In that he grabs a knife from the kitchen and goes after the guy
  • He manages to cut the guy, call the police, and the guy is put in jail for breaking and entering, premeditated assault, and attempted assault


  • “She has multiple puncture wounds from being kicked with high heels. She’ll likely have scars for the rest of her life.”
  • Jaehee has to force back the tears
  • Especially when she sees MC
  • But Baehee stays strong for her
  • Jaehee brings tea and desserts to MC when the doctors allow
  • While MC is still in the hospital, the ex, who Jaehee has seen in pictures before, walks into the cafe with a large smile on her face
  • She’s gorgeous, unscathed, and Jaehee is furious
  • She refuses to serve the woman
  • When the woman starts throwing a fit about it, Jaehee pulls up a picture of MC at the hospital
  • “I have the right to refuse service to anyone. Especially the woman that put my girlfriend in the hospital!”
  • The woman begins laughing
  • “So that’s why? That means you’re Jaehee! You know, she called out for you when I kicked a hole in her stomach! So pathetic! And you’re not even very pretty! Guess she downgraded!”
  • Jaehee recorded everything, and there was a cop in the cafe that was a regular and usually showed up in uniform, but was in civvies today.
  • The woman is arrested on the spot for committing assault (possibly with a deadly weapon because heels) and confessing in front of a whole crowd and witnesses
  • Jaehee is able to tell MC all about it when she goes to the hospital that afternoon with a smile on her face


  • Sees red
  • The moment he hears that she was beaten, he wants to hunt down whoever did this to her and return the favor
  • However, when he sees her, it’s another story
  • He sits with her, stays with her as much as he can, touches her when he’s allowed to be a source of comfort
  • Hell, he takes time off work to take care of her as much as possible
  • He’s super considerate and holds her whenever she gets scared
  • When they go back to work together, she’s still pretty banged up, and the people that Zen has worked with before that know her are super freaked out
  • Zen explains what happened, and honestly, some of them are just as eager to start a fight as Zen
  • When Zen is walking her out to the cab they’re taking home one night, they pass the guy that beat her, and she just about screams
  • Once he realizes who the guy is, Zen throws a punch
  • Nobody hurts MC and gets away with!!
  • Zen doesn’t beat the guy nearly as much as he hurt MC (he believes the guy needs to be hurt double what he did to her), but makes himself clear
  • “If you ever so much as look in MC’s direction ever again, I’m going destroy you! The only reason I’m not going to kill you is because I need to be there for her! So count yourself lucky!”


  • Jumin is furious
  • Where were her guards?!?!
  • How did this happen?!?!
  • The moment he saw her lying in the hospital bed, barely recognizable, he was furious
  • A few people were fired
  • Her finger was even too swollen to even wear her wedding ring
  • When MC is able to talk again, Jumin discovers that it was actually stolen by the man when she was attacked
  • Jumin has the man tracked down, arrested, gets MC’s ring back, and then goes to see the man in question
  • He informs the man he has fucked with the wrong person
  • You do not hospitalize the love of the CEO of C&R’s life without major consequences
  • A few well placed bribes land the man in the worst prison in the country and the man lives out the rest of his days in absolute misery
  • Jumin tells MC nothing more than, “you never have to worry about him hurting you ever again.”


  • He brings his laptop with him when he goes to be by MC’s hospital bed
  • The moment Saeyoung hears the name of the guy who hurt her, he begins hacking
  • He ruins the guy quickly, hacking his facebook and phone, posting a picture from the phone of MC horribly beaten
  • “Look what I did over the weekend! :D” the post says
  • He hacks the guys email and sends out nasty letters to his boss, sends dick pics to various female coworkers, etc
  • He ruins the guys financials by buying a shit ton of sardines (his most hated food) and sending it to his house
  • Which he is later kicked out of, when his landlord gets an anonymous email with video of the guy hitting on the landlords teenage daughter
  • 707 ruins the guy in every way possible
  • Then he contacts the guy
  • “Congratulations! You have achieved ‘Hacker God’s Fury!’ Now, you can feel free to try to rebuild your life, but know, I’ll be watching. And if you ever hurt MC or anyone else like that again, you won’t have any possibility of rebuilding. I can and will turn you into a foreign spy committing high treason against the government and have you thrown into the type of camp you only see up North, if you catch my drift! ;)”


  • They were at an outdoor market together, browsing, enjoying each other’s company, etc
  • MC let go of his arm for a minute to go grab something from another stall, and suddenly she was gone
  • In the hustle and bustle of the market, he didn’t notice she had disappeared for a little while, but when he did, he started calling out to her
  • Mind you, he couldn’t see, but he still searched for her
  • When he hears the sirens, his heart drops
  • He rushes towards them, confirms it’s MC because she says his name when she hears his voice, and they go to the hospital
  • He’s in tears, blaming himself for this happening to her
  • She’s under a sedative because of the pain, so she can’t speak very well, but she manages to communicate to him not to blame himself
  • V doesn’t know the extent of the damage until a doctor tells him there was irreparable damage to both her eyes and no matter what they do, she will never see again
  • V decides to get the surgery because he knows his condition is treatable and hers isn’t, and when he asks her if it’s okay, to make she won’t resent him, she tells him, “Of course not.”
  • He’s sad he’ll never be able to see her eyes outside of pictures, but once they’ve both recovered, he’s able to take her home
  • He goes back to taking photographs to help build up some good money for the two of them so that they’ll always be financially secure
  • V’s first collection after she’s gone blind actually has all his photos 3D printed, so she can feel the shape of the images
  • The guy is arrested a few weeks after V takes her home
  • When he is, MC willingly testifies against the man, and V is able to do everything in his power to protect her


  • Saeran deletes everything about this guy
  • He becomes a ghost
  • He has no credit, no identity, no drivers license
  • Saeran then tracks him down, which isn’t very hard
  • Saeran kidnaps the guy, holds him captive, and tortures him
  • When the guy is on the verge of being broken, Saeran stops and releases him alone in the mountains
  • He then washes his hands of the guy altogether
  • Nobody hurts his MC and gets away with it


  • Hahaha
  • They wouldn’t find the body
Hunted {BTS Mafia!AU}

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now

Writer: Bom

Word count: 1815

Originally posted by letsbreaktables


Y/n finds out about the mysterious ‘Nightwalker’ situation, and is infuriated when neither Yoongi, Youngji, Taehyung or Jungkook will tell her what it is. To their surprise, a known gang from the north has offered to help them in exchange for their own information and Youngji’s sudden disappearance

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whatshouldisayimshy  asked:

Im always nervous about bat ring membrane. Its so stretchy. Does it not rip?

No need to be nervous! Bat wing membrane is much stronger than human-made materials like rubber or plastic; the closest equivalent would probably be silicone. (AKA, the stuff used to make the wings for Bat Bot!) But unlike silicone, bats also have the ability to make their wing membranes stiffer or more flexible using rows of unanchored muscles beneath the skin. So if they happen to run into an obstacle, they can adjust it instantly.

Furthermore, bats have an incredible healing ability when it comes to their wings. They can heal almost any hole or tear, given enough time. Small puncture wounds are actually quite common, but the bats can still fly just fine as long as they’re not TOO big. Broken or fractured bones are much more likely to ground a bat than holes in the wing membrane, as a matter of fact.

Below you can see a western yellow bat with a large number of healed scars on its wing- this is more than you’d usually find, but it shows just how resilient they are!

Mating Season [Prince Sidon/Reader][NSFW]

Title: Mating Season
Pairing: Prince Sidon/Reader [you]
Summary: Prince Sidon could have chosen from a number of eligible choices, but he had to have you.

Fanfic Masterpost

a/n: i’ve returned with garbage, because the amount of asks i get for sidon smut are astronomical. so, here y’all be! i’d appreciate if you read the ending a/n as well!


Sidon thought you were irresistible in more ways than one, there weren’t enough appendages on both hands combined to name them all. Time had passed rapidly for you both, though he couldn’t claim to be troubled by the same trivialities that hylian’s faced. He had spent evenings observing as you pushed persistently at your skin; lifting at the temples for several seconds before letting bounce back into place, your expression withering as a malnourished flower would.

He would never understand the standards of outward appearances to which hylian’s held themselves, especially you. You possessed a wisdom far beyond your years, a knowledge well reserved for the oracles and elders who had seen war and peace. Even though your physical appearance had kept pace with your growing wisdom, much like butterfly through it’s stages of metamorphosis, he thought you to be unfathomably splendid.

“Perhaps I am beginning to understand how it feels…” Sidon muttered to himself, chin clasped firmly between his fingers while watching couples parade around him, and others show intrigue in one another.

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Dying without company

“You know,” Jason croaks hoarsely, his throat tight with pain and his chest burning from the effort of speaking, “in our line of work, no one expects to live forever.” He pauses to gulp for air that burns as it goes down, and he clenches his eyes shut at the pain the effort causes him–and at how his headache is being exacerbated by Bruce banging against the bars of the cage they’re locked in, roaring threats at their captors. He doesn’t seem to be hearing anything Jason’s saying–he just keeps slamming his hands against the metal frame surrounding them. Jason’s not even sure if he’s speaking English. His posture is wound tight, and anyone even half-sane who saw him this way would turn and run the other direction as quickly as possible.

Jason’s never been sane, though. Plus, there is the small matter of the shrapnel embedded in his chest and stomach–and, more pressingly, the holes the shrapnel left. He’s been trying to put pressure on them since a few minutes after he got them–the first few heartbeats after the rocket launcher fired were nothing but white noise and terror and painpainpain–but his hands are shaking and it doesn’t seem to be doing much good. There’s slippery, sticky blood all over his hands, drenching his uniform, and the few times he’s chanced glancing down at his body he’s only been able to scan the shredded skin, flapping muscle, and the slight darker color of an organ before he’s looked away. He licks his lips, swallows blood and grimaces. But he clears his throat slightly and goes on. “And look, I know I’ve never been a safety-first kinda guy–” A spasm in his stomach makes him clench his eyes shut, keen deep in his throat. “–but I kinda…” he pants, breathless, gives a half-hysterical laugh through his teeth. “…I thought I’d at least make it to thirty.”

It occurs to him, after a long moment of just trying to catch his breath after speaking, that it’s quiet. He chances a glance at Bruce, and blinks when he sees the man just standing there. He’s still clasping the bars, shoulders hunched and so tight Jason can practically feel the rage wafting off him.

Though on second thought, maybe it’s not rage. There’s blood welling up in Jason’s throat, and he can’t stifle a whimper at the sensation. He gags, and then goes into a coughing fit that has him lurching up off the floor slightly, his whole body burning from the inside out and blood everywhere and—

“Shhh.” Something strokes his hair, comforting and gentle. “Breathe, Jay.” There’s another hand on his back, holding him up and rubbing smooth circles. The voice is tense but soothing and reassuring, and Jason finds his gasps growing slower, easier–though he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not. His vision comes back slowly, colors bursting into his view in painful light. Bruce’s face, cowl still firmly in place, is above him, the man’s jaw tense in worry. He gently eases Jason’s head down into his lap, cups his face with a gloved hand and carefully wipes the blood from his cheek, his mouth. Jason sighs, leans into the touch and closes his eyes, and Bruce’s hand freezes on his cheek.

“You’re not going to miss out on thirty,” Bruce says, and Jason almost smiles, because Bruce’s voice is as firm as ever and the guy has a desperate need to deny reality.

“I…” he gulps. “I missed you, you know.”

Bruce stiffens further, if that’s even possible.

“Even when I was so angry, even when I hated you, I missed you so, so much, a-and it hurt so damn bad–”

“Jay.” Bruce sounds desperate.

“I just.” Jason’s eyes are burning viciously, almost as badly as his lungs, and he sobs once, the sound choked and odd-sounding from lack of air. “I just want you to know that I did hate you…but I still loved you, too. I…I still…”

“Oh, Jason,” Bruce says, fast and hoarse. His hand slides carefully but fiercely into Jason’s hair, pushing the tangled curls back behind his ear. “I love you too. You know that.”

Jason swallows blood. He does know, and he can hear the pain in Bruce’s tone that reveals how much his doubt hurts, but he can’t help it. He’s always been a cynical son of a bitch. Dying hadn’t changed that before, and it wouldn’t again.

He’s really starting to not feel good. Well, he’s been feeling pretty awful for a good long while now, but now he feels really bad. The pain in his torso—and especially in his stomach—feels deep-seated and intense and pulsing. It throbs in time with his faltering heartbeat, and he feels dizzy and lightheaded, like he’s going to fall over even though he’s lying still. Like he’s going to float up out of his head at any second. Though that might partly be because of the heat—he’s sticky and sweaty and yeah it makes sense that he would be feverish. Puncture wounds and intestines didn’t go well together. He’s probably screwed even if the others get here. Which they probably won’t. He wishes he could accept that fact with a little less desperation. He really doesn’t want to die without getting to say goodbye…and maybe even having them just be there, where he could see them. He imagines it must be awful to watch someone you love die right in front of you, but he reserves the right to think that dying alone is worse. He’d never been so utterly petrified in his life as when he’d died. As utterly weak. All he could do was lay there and cry as he slowly suffocated and wished that Bruce was there.

Bruce is here, now—and probably getting more than a little panicked that he’s spaced out, if the faint pressure on Jason’s face is anything to go by. And Jason’s grateful, he really is. But sue him if he wants the others, too. Even if he hates seeing Dick cry. It always makes him want to cry, too. He doesn’t know if Tim would cry. Maybe. Damian, who the hell knows. Cass would be upset. He thinks maybe she would be the worst.

He faintly feels like he’s being manhandled, and at first he thinks this is it; not in small part because he feels like he’s moving far more than he would be in reality from just being rolled over and tugged upwards. But then his chest hits Bruce’s and the breath leaves him from the pain. Huh. He wasn’t sure he was actually breathing. He supposes that’s a good sign.

“—You can’t do this again, Jason,” Bruce’s voice fades back in as the ringing in Jason’s ears eases off a bit. He rocks back a bit, dragging Jason along. Jason can feel Bruce’s arms around him, supporting him with a tension he knows all too well. “I don’t…” Bruce’s voice breaks, and Jason winces at the first of his hitched sobs. “I just got you back. I don’t want to say goodbye again.” I didn’t want to the first time, Jason hears. “I don’t want you to go.”

Jason takes that in, limp in Bruce’s lap, stuck staring at the collar of Bruce’s suit from where he’s lying, cheek is pressed against Bruce’s collarbone, held there by his dad’s gloved hand cupping his face. Bruce does know that changing position would only help if his lungs were full of blood, not his stomach, right? Jason doesn’t particularly want to go now, either, but…. “Y-You do know that isn’t,” he has to stop to gulp for air, half-laughing a bit at himself and the awkwardness of this situation, “exactly up to me, right, Dad?”

Bruce buries his face in the top of Jason’s head as a response, and Jason just lies there and breathes, listening to Bruce’s shuddering breaths as his tears wet Jason’s hair.

Jason winces. He can’t really move—no strength to—and he can barely feel his face, let alone his limbs. His whole body feels oddly numb…except for his stomach, of course, which is still throbbing with burning pain. He swallows. “…Dad?” He whispers.

Bruce freezes, and only a split-second later Jason’s eased down a bit, his head against Bruce’s forearm so that Bruce can look at him. Jason’s heart seizes a bit; Bruce’s face is streaked with tears. He wets his lips. Bruce probably won’t take this well, either. “Promise me you’ll cremate me. A-As soon as I’m dead. Promise me you won’t bring me back.”

Bruce’s whole body shudders faintly. “What….what are you talking about–”

“You can’t,” Jason wheezes, starting to cry. He doesn’t know why the thought suddenly occurred to him, but now it’s all he can think about, a pressing, real fear that’s a vice around his failing heart. He can’t do it. He can’t be pulled away from his dad’s arms to drift off into emptiness again, only to wake up screaming as his body is torn apart to put it back together. He can’t have his mind like that again. He can’t do it. He just can’t. “I don’t want to do it again, B, please. Promise me you won’t try to get me back, please, please just let–” he chokes on blood and snot. His stomach is probably in shreds now, based off how it feels, and more tears spill out at the thought of it. “Just let me go.”

A gloved hand on his cheek. “Shhh, Jason, calm down, please hold still–”

Promise, B!”

Bruce hefts him back up again, and Jason feels a big hand cradling the back of his head. “I–” Bruce swallows, crying too. “I p-promise, Jason. I–I won’t.”

Bruce is crying too hard to speak, and so’s Jason, but he still tries to flop his numb arm up towards Bruce. Bruce catches it, pulls Jason’s hand in against his chestplate, to his heart.

Bruce lifts his head, and Jason thinks he hears something. Maybe the dull boom of an explosion. The others, maybe. Hopefully.

“Please,” Bruce whispers, into Jason’s ear. “Please wait.”

It kind of seems like Bruce said that uncertain of whether Jason could still actually hear him or not. It’s okay. He heard it. And he’ll try. It didn’t make a difference last time. But he’ll still do it. Bruce orders most of the time, and Jason still tried to obey, when it made sense. When Bruce asks…Jason tries.

(Ao3 link here.) [For @camsthisky’s content war.]

The son of a Texas sharecropper and was part Yaqui Native American and part Mexican, young Benavidez grew up an orphan, poor, and dropped out of school in the 7th grade. He was labeled a ‘dumb Mexican’ through his early years.

He enlisted in the Army National Guard in 1952 and 3 years later moved to the Regular Army. He married, joined the 82nd Airborne Division and was jump qualified. He later went into Special Forces training and was accepted into the 5th Special Forces Group and Studies and Observation Group SOG.

In '65 he was sent to South Vietnam serving as an advisor to the South Vietnamese Army and stepped on a land mine during a patrol and medical evacuated to the States. The doctors there determined that he would never walk again, but Benavidez showed them by conducting his own physical therapy at night to regain his ability to walk by crawling on his elbows and chin to a wall beside his bed, he would prop himself up against the wall and try to lift himself without physical assistance, but was cheered on by his fellow patients. It took a year of painful exercise, but in July '66 Benavidez walked out of the hospital, yes-walked, with his wife beside him and requested to be sent back to Vietnam.

It was granted in January '68.

On 2 May of that year, a 12-man Special Forces patrol comprised of 9 loyal Montagnards and 3 American leaders were engaged and quickly surrounded by an estimated 1,000 North Vietnamese Army soldiers. Hearing their frantic calls on the radio for help Benavidez ran for the helicopter and climbed on board armed only with a knife.

The landing zone was hot, but he’ realized that all the patrol members were either dead or wounded and unable to make it to the helicopter and ordered his helicopter to a nearby opening and jumped into it with a medical bag to take care of the wounded. So began a six-hour firefight. In his run to make it to the casualties Benavidez was wounded in the leg, face and head by enemy fire, but he doggedly continued, found the team members and rallied them to keep fighting to hold the enemy at bay to allow a medevac to occur.

He took smoke grenades and hurled them at the enemy in the tree line to direct close air support. When a helicopter came in, Benavidez picked up and carried off 6 of the patrol one by one to the helicopter. When they were on board he took a rifle and ran with the helicopter as it flew along towards where the other members were giving protecting fire from the NVA. When the patrol leader was killed, Benavidez managed to reach his body and recover classified materials, but was wounded again by enemy fire in the abdomen and shrapnel in his back. At that moment, the helicopter that was about to save them all was hit, the pilot killed, and it crashed into the LZ.

Benavidez ran back to the wreckage and pulled the dead and wounded and the others from it and set up a perimeter giving them hope with encouraging words and distributing ammo and water. The enemy fire was intense with automatic weapons and grenades coming from all sides. Using a radio, Benavidez began calling in close air support with gunship runs to allow another rescue attempt. He was hit again by a bullet through his thigh while dressing a wounded man.

A second helicopter came in to take them and the sergeant began taking them onboard, after taking one man and was carrying another, an NVA popped out and clubbed the sergeant in the head. Benavidez grappled with the enemy soldier and stabbed him in the head with his knife with enough force that it became stuck in the soldier’s head and couldn’t be removed.

When the last of the wounded were on board the sergeant saw two NVA rushing the helicopter, but the door gunners couldn’t engage them. Taking a rifle he gunned them both down. He made one last run around to gather and destroy the last of the classified material before boarding the helicopter. It was here when his adrenaline stopped and the serious nature of his wounds became known.

He received 37 puncture wounds, his intestines were out of his body, blinded by blood, a broken jaw, and shrapnel in his back he was thought to be dead with the helicopter touched down at base. He was pronounced dead by a doctor when he couldn’t feel a heartbeat, but the sergeant showed him by spitting in the doctor’s face. He recovered from his many injuries, but he wasn’t awarded the Medal of Honor. Instead, he was given the Distinguished Service Cross.

His friends clambered for this to be addressed, but Congress declared that too much time had passed and they needed eye witnesses to his actions. In 1980, Benavidez’s radioman, Brian O'Conner, provided a 10 page testimony about the firefight and was severely wounded in the same fight and thought to have died from his wounds, but he was alive and saw the news report on the news while vacationing in Australia. With his testimony the Review Board upgraded the Distinguished Service Cross to the Medal of Honor. On 24 February 1981 President Ronald Reagan bestowed the Medal of Honor to Master Sergeant Roy P. Benavidez to go with his other medals including;

5 Purple Hearts
Defense Meritorious Service Medal
Meritorious Service Medal
Army Commendation Medal
Good Conduct Medal with one silver and one bronze service loop
Army of Occupation Medal
National Defense Service Medal
Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal
Vietnam Service Medal with four campaign stars
Vietnam Campaign Medal
Presidential Unit Citation
Republic of Vietnam Gallantry Cross with Palm
Texas Legislative Medal of Honor
Combat Infantry Badge
Master Parachutist Badge
Army Special Forces Tab.

Not bad for a 'Dumb Mexican’.

C.R.O.W.N. - Continental Reconnaissance Operations to Ward Neutrality
a disney princess modern spy au - written by Brenna, graphics by Drew

Agent 0619-98
Codename: PING
Status: ACTIVE

Name: Fa Mulan.
Alias(es): Hua Ping.
Birthplace: Beijing, China.
Occupation: Field Operative.
Division: Takedown.
Specialism: armed and unarmed combatant; disguise and deception; explosives expert; master martial artist; military strategist; professional motorcyclist, HP V-twin 120 certified; shaolin kung fu practitioner; technical skills.
Additional Knowledge: military training, Chinese People’s Liberation Army; trilingual (Cantonese, English, and Mandarin Chinese); swordsmanship.
Medical Records: Agent PING has received an abdominal puncture wound through a sword about 18-31 inches in length; though recovered, physicians have noted agent commenting on occasional abdominal pain.
●  Fa Li; mother.
●  Fa Zhou; father
●  Fa Wu; paternal grandfather - DECEASED. (See file: Agent EMPEROR)
●  Fa Yin; paternal grandmother.

Once the perfect soldier-turned-intelligence operative, Fa Mulan was forced to go rogue after her father was kidnapped by the Chinese triad and the government refused to grant clearance for his rescue. C.R.O.W.N. offered her a deal: defect to their side and bring down Shan Yu’s ring, and they would extract Fa Zhou safely. Since then, Mulan has been ranked among the agency’s finest, and no matter the scale of danger, she always completes her objective.

The Writer’s Guide to Abdominal Trauma: 1 / ?

Okay, guys, I have had a LOT of questions about wounds to the belly, and at or under the bottom of the ribs. Shootings, stabbings, crossbow bolts, arrows, and fisticuffs: you guys wanna know, what’s up with wounds to the abdomen?

So gather round the ol’ anatomy book, kiddies! Auntie ScriptMedic is gonna teach you all about ABDOMINAL TRAUMA!

First, I am going to say this as loud and as hard as I can, so the people way in the back can hear me: ABDOMINAL WOUNDS ARE LIFE THREATS UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE. Yes, all of them. Yes, that one, too. I know what you were thinking. Still a life threat.

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Edmontonia rugosidens’s most distinguishing characteristic may be its back, which served as armor for the dinosaur. Bony plates called osteoderms covered this animal from the Late Cretaceous (about 100 to 66 million years ago). The osteoderms weren’t bound together, which allowed a certain flexibility and helped prevent puncture wounds from predators. Spikes along the dinosaurs’ sides added protection. Edmontonia is classified as a nodosaurid ankylosaur, and lacks the weapon-like club tail that relatives such as Ankylosaurus had. Instead, Edmontonia’s tails featured a row of triangular spikes that were perhaps used to slash aggressors. A keen sense of smell also aided these herbivores, helping them both avoid predators and find food. Edmontonia roamed Canada as well as other parts of North America and is in fact named for Edmonton, the capital of Alberta, where it was first discovered. Read more about Edmontonia and other dinosaurs: 

All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.7

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2528
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mild sexual content, the likeliness of Roo getting axed for more slow burn.
A/N: So in this part, we experience Bucky’s POV on that same day and get a little more into his character because reasons. It ties in with his backstory from pt.3 as well.

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[ previously ]

After wishing them a good time and saying your goodbyes, you watched the remainder of your friends take off for the night. Leaving you alone and still thinking about where the hell Bucky could be.

[ The day of the full moon ]

He didn’t sleep. Technically he actually didn’t need to but it helped to pass the time and gave him less time to ruminate on whatever was troubling him. But for the first time in a long time, Bucky had no concerns. He finally found a sense of relief knowing that it was officially over; after decades of being hunted down and tormented by the descendants of awful men, he had put an end to their bloodline once and for all. It was just a shame that the final confrontation had to happen in that small village with their ridiculous “No Feeding” laws.

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When Cassian woke up, he was lying on his back. His upper arms were bound tightly to his sides, completely immobile from the elbow up.

“How are you feeling?” Azriel said.

“Like I’m flying high.” Azriel frowned and crossed his arms. But Cassian just stared, transfixed, by the blue of his siphons as they pulsed and swirled and left a stream of sparkling blue across the air like a shooting star across the sky. After a moment, Cassian said, “Come on. That’s funny.”

“It’s self-deprecating.”

“If we can’t laugh at my pain, then what else do you suggest we do at it?” Azriel’s throat bobbed as he pushed off the wall to stand at the foot of the bed. His shadows wafted and ebbed and flowed and grew and shrunk and looked like the delicate tendrils of Nesta’s hair and—

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warning:      triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence.                             change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ We are three distrustful acquaintances who happen to share a bloodline. ❜
❛ You don’t suppose they’ve found a way to kill him once and for all, do you? ❜
❛ I’ll either stop them, or I’ll help them. Depending on my mood. ❜
❛ I cannot be killed. I am immortal. . ❜
❛ I will always protect you. You have my word on that. ❜
❛ What do you care about the witches?  ❜
❛ You would dare threaten an original? ❜
❛ I was expecting to see some sort of supernatural miracle baby bump. ❜
❛ You hardly know him… and yet you miss him.  ❜
❛ What is it about my brother that always inspires such instant admiration? ❜
❛ I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. ❜
❛ Was I supposed to leave them in them in the front yard to rot? ❜
❛ It’s called compulsion. It’s a neat bit of vampire trickery. ❜
❛ The world is an awful place. Best to meet it on its own terms. ❜
❛ They want to be good. Something makes them bad. ❜
❛ You get a daylight ring when you get invited into the inner circle? ❜
❛ You do not want to end up on the wrong side of me. ❜
❛ The kind of damage a werewolf might do, only there was no full moon. ❜
❛ So, enlighten me. What did you mean when you said you had to die? ❜
❛ You’ll keep your promise about my mother’s spell book? ❜
❛ Those Orphan Annie vampires are my family, and this city is my home. ❜
❛ So this is what you do the first time we’re back together as a family? Vampire Book Club? ❜
❛ I’d deal with the devil himself just to see you suffer. ❜
❛ I’m a gay club kid who died and came back as a vampire. ❜
❛ Forgive me. Thought you were in danger. It appears I was mistaken. ❜
❛ A coven of psycho witches want to sacrifice me in a blood ritual. ❜ 
❛ What makes you think I’m afraid to die? ❜
❛ So you’re having weird, retro sex dreams. Get over it. I’m staying. ❜
❛ It is ironic discussing free will with a mind-controlling vampire. ❜
❛ Is there anyone who isn’t plotting your downfall? ❜
❛ I have conspired against my own blood and I doubt even your God could save me. ❜
❛ You compelled her to go out with me, didn’t you? ❜
❛ Do you have any idea how rare love is? In a thousand years I have found it but twice. ❜ 
❛ Kill the demon today, face the devil tomorrow. ❜
❛ Young, old, dead or alive, witches are a pain in the ass. ❜
❛ Is this what it’s come to, making moves against your own blood? ❜
❛ I’m going to find the witch who did this and then I’m going to do what I do best. ❜
❛ If there’s a war going on, I want to be on the winning side. ❜
❛ You’ve poisoned me with a kiss?!? At least you haven’t lost your sense of irony. ❜
❛ Are we skipping the part where you beg for mercy? For forgiveness? ❜
❛ Hey, am I taking orders from you now or are we in this together? ❜
❛ One little spell then we can finally be together for real, what are you waiting for? ❜
❛ They took my home, my people, everything. I can’t just run away. ❜
❛ You know, you’ve come a long way, little wolf. ❜
❛ I woke up in the church and all I felt was this hunger. ❜
❛ A warrior fights for what they believe in. A warrior fights for his family. ❜
❛ I kept you from becoming a beast for as long as I possibly could. ❜
❛ As a devout feminist, I refuse to say that you hit like a girl. ❜
❛ Am I crazy, or did he just do his version of a nice thing? ❜
❛ I am your only family. And there is no greater strength than family. ❜
❛ Don’t be stupid. I’m offering you eternal life. ❜
❛ We will sleep for a century and wake with a power unlike any that’s ever been seen. ❜
❛ Being Alpha’s an honor, you know. It’s one you have to earn every day. ❜
❛ We are a macabre echo of a family, and I take all the blame for that.  ❜
❛ You just wouldn’t be you if you didn’t have a knife, would you? ❜
❛ And does this monster have complicated feelings for you? ❜
❛ Okay, fair enough, pick a fight, call me out! ❜
❛ What do you feel like you owe these people? ❜
❛ Do you mind? I’m trying to reverse a very complicated sacrifice spell. ❜
❛ I leave you with the burden of a truth that no one will believe. ❜
❛ Tell me, darling, how did they respond to your overtures? ❜
❛ If you truly thought me weak, you would snatch this weapon from my hand. ❜
❛ I wanted to rip my own heart out every time I woke so I couldn’t feel. ❜
❛ We came here to honor the alliance between us.  ❜
❛ You know why I’m sitting here day drinking in the corner all by lonesome? ❜
❛ I’m pretty much done and through with the vamps, wolves, and witches of this town. ❜
❛ It’s not safe being out this late. You never know who you’ll run into. ❜
❛ I’ll explain everything. Just say you believe me. ❜
❛ It’s been a thousand years. How is this possible?  ❜
❛ I know that we’re in a cemetery and I happen to be terminal…. ❜
❛ Spread the word and do arrive early enough to clean yourself up. ❜
❛ You have disgraced this family for the last time. ❜
❛ You talk about family; family this, family that. ❜
❛ I haven’t earned the right to share your secrets, have I? ❜
❛ You’re my blood. And I need you… I need you by my side. ❜
❛ Oh, you’re angry, are you? ❜
❛ I’ve been here a thousand years! I was building that dagger to protect myself against you! ❜
❛ I got a family who didn’t care if I lived or if I died. ❜
❛ This house, though charming, is completely falling apart. ❜
❛ I know this wedding can work. We can bring our little girl home. ❜
❛ You absolutely will not believe the week I’ve had. ❜
❛ Fine. Go. You’ll be back. The prodigal son always returns home. ❜
❛ Family are not just people who coddle you, who grant you your every whim. ❜
❛ I will step in front of a moving truck before I let your mother take over my body. ❜
❛ Not the first time that’s been done by a member of this family.  ❜
❛ I woke up with puncture wounds all up and down my spine! ❜
❛ If what you say is true, then death is far too delicate a fate for her. ❜
❛ Heh, you think I’m gonna break her little heart? ❜
❛ I have a unique ability. Because I’m a hybrid. ❜
❛ Except that every werewolf in town is trying to kill me. ❜
❛ We need to get out of here… Are you gonna help me, or what? ❜
❛ Your pack? Last I checked, your pack was blindly following me. ❜
❛ First, I’m going to kick your ass. Then, I’m going to take my pack back. ❜
❛ We’re so going to hell for this. ❜
❛ Remind me to teach you how to send a text message. ❜
❛ A thousand years estranged, and you choose to walk in silence? ❜
❛ Kind of hard to rest with a thousand-year-old psycho in the next bed. ❜
❛ You waited for me, so I’ll do the same for you. But, our people need their alpha. ❜
❛ Is this rash a side effect of the witchy acid trip he’s on? ❜
❛ You declared war when you came after my family. ❜
❛ You’re outnumbered. Are you going to beg for your miserable life? ❜

anonymous asked:

Hello! May I request a Dick x reader imagine where reader is his best friend (and is in love with him to the point they're willing to sacrifice themselves to save him) One day, on a mission they get kidnapped and brainwashed to become a weapon for the villains to manipulate and use against the heroes. In the middle of the fight, they're commanded to take down Nightwing but they can't do it. Good ending but extra angsty <33

Can I request a story where Dick’s friend is in love with him but he always has a girlfriend, maybe a happy ending? Pretty please

So my friends, I combined these two requests and created a MONSTER of a one shot. I hope you both like it!!!!! This was totally inspired by TS’s “Look What You Made Me DO” and I’m not even sorry lol. This imagine has a whole FREAKIN PLAYLIST omg.

Side note: This takes place when Dick  returns to Gotham for the Robin Wars. It’s edited to fit and for time but if your lost tl;dr: Dickie dies, goes on undercover super secret mission, comes back to Gotham for Robin wars, fucks with the Court of Owls

title: Hurt Tonight

themes: ANGST, unrequited to requited love, obtained powers, creepy Court of Owls, somewhat happy ok ending

warnings: mentions of torture and cognitive dissonance

The phone hit the wall so hard the glass screen shattered, and your hands went to your head, fingers gripping your hair as you screamed bloody murder in complete anguish. Dick was gone, Tim had just called to give you the news, voice as heartbroken as you were. You didn’t know how to feel; furious, vindictive, destroyed.

Destroyed was a good one.

The next few months you kept to yourself unless you were on missions with your team. You lost weight, you weren’t sleeping, you were throwing yourself into situations that could kill you. Your team all steered clear of you; when they had tried to coax you into discussing your feelings you had clammed right up, disappearing for a few days. After that, they decided having you here was better than having lost you. You built up a tough outer shell that nobody except Dick could crack, and your source of a rescue was long gone.

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Not Like This (Part 3)

Part 1: Here
Part 2: Here
Part 4: Here
Part 5: Here

Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 3,028
Rating: Teen+
Warnings: Injuries, blood, surgery/hospital
Tag List: @outside-the-government @littlecarowrites @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse  @feelmyroarrrr @trekken81 @lurkch @yourtropegirl @answer-the-sirens
Author’s note:  I’m still absolutely flabbergasted by the amount of love I’ve gotten for this fic.  Thank you guys so much for the support!   I’ve added everyone who asked to be tagged since the last time, please let me know if I missed your name!   There will definitely be a part 4 to this fic, as I have more to write than I thought.  It is NOT written yet, though, so there’s a chance it will be a *little* longer for the last part.  
Please enjoy!! 

              South? Where, behind the shuttle?  Or closer to the water?  Leonard sends a few more questioning thoughts as he runs, but he quickly realizes that his soulmate has completely stopped responding.  He slows to a walk for a moment, breathing hard, straining to catch any thoughts, but he can’t sense anything at all.  He’s approaching the crash site now and hurries forward at about the same time as the first responders, most of whom beeline for a crowd of people near the beach.   Remembering what she had told him, with the fear of her silence making his heart clench, he jogs around behind the shuttle, away from the crowd to the south.  There are many large pieces of the destroyed shuttle scattered around the area, smoking and smoldering, and it takes him a few minutes of searching before he sees a figure, prone on the ground, a short distance away.

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underandover2016  asked:

A rip opens up into the closet void, a severely wounded Sugarberry stumbling in and collapsing. He was clutching at a large puncture wound on his chest, his body trembling like a leaf. He tried to call out for help but his voice was hoarse and weak, his call coming out as a breathe of air. Nevertheless, he continued to try and get someones attention, anyone's attention! "H...elp...!"

“What was tha…”

He turned towards Sugarberry but he suddenly stopped, staring at him, horrified by what he was seeing. Was this real…?