recycled line

This is Una. She is currently staying at SeaWorld Orlando’s manatee rehabilitation center in one of our critical care pools. The white slatted floor is a hydraulic false bottom which can be raised in order to bring the animals up out of the water for medical treatment with minimal stress. Thanks to the tracking and observation efforts of the Manatee Rescue and Rehabilitation Partnership, we know quite a few details about her life. 

This isn’t her first time at SeaWorld. She was rescued as an orphaned calf in 2003, weighing in at 170lbs. At a weight of 980lbs, she was released at Blue Springs State Park with a few other manatees in 2006. She has been seen with a calf of her own, which is very exciting. However, she also suffered from at least one boat strike. She recovered and was left with five propeller scars on her back. Around 90% of manatees have wounds from boat strikes. The scars are used by scientists to identify individuals. Eventually, Una shed her tracking device but was still spotted regularly and easily recognized by the “A5” ID marking on her tail. In late November of 2016, she was discovered to be severely entangled. Both of her pectoral flippers were tightly wrapped in monofilament fishing line which had cut deeply into the tissue almost to the bone. This is what happens when people toss tangled up fishing line overboard or just let wads of it blow away. Please recycle monofilament fishing line properly.

 If you’d like to visit Una during her recovery, come see the Manatee Rehabilitation Area inside SeaWorld Orlando adjacent to the sea turtle habitat. The park is currently caring for 18 manatees. An adult manatee can eat around 200lbs of wet vegetation per day, and the little orphans are bottle fed specialized formula every two hours around the clock. Rescued patients need radiographs, ultrasounds, endoscopies, daily medications, tube feedings, wound care, and complicated surgical prodecures. SeaWorld of Orlando, Tampa’s Lowry Park Zoo, Miami Seaquarium, and the Jacksonville Zoo are the only facilites permited by the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service as designated manatee hospitals. Your visit funds the care of these sick and injured manatees and other rescued wildlife.

The Florida manatee was recently reclassified as “Threatened” (Previously “Endangered”), but the species is far from recovered. They still need all of the protection and support we can provide. “Not endangered” does not mean “not in danger”. If you are a Florida resident, please always vote for legislation that protects and benefits manatees. You can learn more about the Manatee Rescue and Rehabilitation Partnership here:

How To Change A Fuqboi (Jungkook)

Word Count: 2,917

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

Rated M (language and suggestive content)

Originally posted by donewithjeon

How to Change a Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Boning and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)


Step 1) Get acquainted*

Obviously, first you need to find him, that “Netflix and Chill” guy who thinks it’s cool to recycle pick up lines from pop songs, ask for “pics” within the first five messages of a conversation, and has the nasty little habit of borrowing his mom’s earrings. They’re everywhere, so really, it shouldn’t be that difficult.

You retrace your steps carefully, gaze glued to the ground. It has to be around here somewhere.

Of course the day you convince your father to let you wear your late grandmother’s silver bracelet, you’d go and lose it.

Maybe it’s along the path you take to your car. Maybe it’s back in your oceanography class. Maybe someone found it and…

Anxiety rips through your veins.

No, it has to be somewhere- you just need to remember where it fell off. Your feet stop carrying you forward as they reach the classroom, bracelet still nowhere to be seen. This is your last chance, so taking a deep breath to futilely fend off the disappointment and subsequent panic, you push open the door.

The professor has long since left and the next session, which you think might be a discussion class, probably won’t start for another half an hour, thus you are mildly surprised to find a student lounging in your exact seat, scrolling through messages on his phone, but also idly fiddling with a VERY familiar piece of fine jewelry.

“Hey!” the rude cry escapes your lips before you can stop it.

The boy looks up, immediately making eye contact and freezing you to the spot. Calling him attractive would do this masterpiece no justice. His muscular shoulders and arms fill out his black t-shirt beautifully, matched with a pair of perfect legs complimented by ripped jeans. And his FACE… his sultry eyes are partially hidden behind sun kissed bangs, hair messily parted slightly to the side in a way that makes it WORK and a jawline so sharp it could split thread.


You immediately know what he is, the coil in your stomach makes it clear, a heartbreaker- nay, a fuck boy. You firmly believe in the live and let live policy, but after the last time, you don’t think you could handle another emotional roller coaster.

It’s almost painful to maintain his gaze, so you drop yours to your feet, voice wavering, “I’m sorry…I… I think that’s my bracelet.”

“Is it?” his voice is the auditory equivalent of tasting thick cake frosting and a smirk quirks the left corner of his lips upward.

“Yes,” you affirm, though sound anything but sure.

“How do I know you aren’t just trying to steal it?” he arches an eyebrow, pinching the bracelet between his index finger and thumb, lifting it for inspection.

You run your fingers through your hair, finding the courage to look at him again, half flustered, half frustrated, “It’s my grandmother’s. Please.”

“Well anyone could say that,” he shrugs, either doing a stellar job at feigning concern or actually (albeit stereotypically) breaking character by showing interest in something that isn’t related to his pleasure, sexual or otherwise.

“Then how can I prove it to you?” you know you sound desperate now, but what else can you do? That’s REAL silver he’s holding.

His smile widens until he’s flashing you a perfect set of pearly whites, “First off, you can tell me your name. I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

*Addendum: acquainted, not to be confused with “friendly” or “intimate.”

Step 2) Keep everything on your** terms

Conversations are, obviously, give and take, push and pull, but try not to lose ground whenever possible. Give a fuqboi an inch and they’ll shove it down your pants.

You waste no time answering his question and Jungkook bobs his head in acknowledgement, a rich hum leaving his throat before he replies, “Alright, nice to meet you. Why don’t you come take a seat so we can talk?”

His suggestion is friendly, innocent enough, and he hasn’t tried anything so far, but hesitation still laces your movements. The seat is cold against your skin, thighs slightly exposed as your skirt settles awkwardly. You pull at the hem, trying to save your decency, cheeks burning for reasons you can’t fathom (or choose not to), voice hoarse, “Can I have my bracelet now?”

“Do you have proof yet?” his tone is teasing.

“Touché,” you sigh, glancing at the clock. Twenty five minutes.

“I think I should keep it safe until I’m sure,” the coyness in his tone is nauseating, “We could-”

On an impulse, tired of this bullshit song and dance, you lurch forward, making a desperate grab for the prize, but Jungkook seems to be one step ahead of you as he, in one motion, collects the silver chain and hides it in his fist.

“Ah, getting antsy are we?” he chuckles. Yes, chuckles. You attempt to withdraw immediately, cheeks coloring, but he catches your wrist with his free hand, “Maybe I won’t think about it so hard if you, say, give me a kiss?”

Jungkook doesn’t fight as you pull away like he’d burned you. It’s not a secret that you REALLY want that bracelet; yet you have NO idea where those lips have been. If you’d been friends- heck, if you had known the guy for more than five minutes, it would have been a POSSIBILITY, but you’d only met… well okay, seven minutes ago.

Still, what other options are available? You can’t really ask a third party for help because as much as you hate it, he’s right. You’ve got NO proof that the bracelet is yours. Jungkook has all the cards and he knows it. The worst part is, he probably knows you know he knows it.

“What if we start by exchanging numbers?” you offer, tearing your gaze away from his hand to force a smile at his face.

His amused grin easily sinks back into a cocky half-smirk, “Sure. Give me your phone and I’ll take care of everything.”

“What? So you have my phone AND my bracelet?” you can’t help yourself.

Jungkook leans forward a bit, resting his cheek against the heel of his palm, sharp gaze boring into your eyes, “Verses giving you my phone and risk letting you hold it hostage until I give you the bracelet?”

He has a point.

With a guttural sound of uncomfortable irritation, you pull the device from your pocket and thrust it at him.

“Thanks babes,” the pet name rolls off of his tongue easily and Jungkook wastes no time slipping his number into your contact list and shooting himself a text. The audacity of some people… well, at least it’s on your terms, not his.

Twenty more minutes-

The door opens, shattering the illusion of isolation. You startle subtly, turning to glare at your newest companion and the fresh hell that’s sure to ensue, but you’re genuinely surprised to find a middle aged woman toting a rolling backpack behind her.

“Hello, professor,” Jungkook gives a chipper greeting that grates on your nerves.

“Hello, Mr. Jeon,” she gives him a smile of acknowledgment before turning on the projector and setting up her computer.

I guess you were a little off on your estimation of thirty minutes.

Your gaze flits to where you know the piece of fine jewelry lies, which is still secured tightly in his fist, “Please, Jungkook. Just give me the bracelet.”

The smallest amount of hope blossoms in you that, in front of his teacher, he may show mercy. But it dies immediately as he slowly shakes his head, tapping his cheek, “Only if you give me a kiss. Doesn’t even have to be on the lips.”


“No,” you insist, standing. “I guess I better leave then.”

“Oh c’mon,” Jungkook practically whines, though the amusement is still heavily present in his expression, “Don’t be like that…”

Without another word, you take your leave, deciding that as long as the bracelet is “safe” with him, you’ll be able to live with it; but for course, only until you figure out how to steal it back.

**Clarification: not “YOURS” exactly, but he should not have complete control of the situation.

Step 3) Don’t fall for his silly*** tricks

These often include but are not limited to intensive verbal flirting, lingering touches, and intentionally prolonged eye contact.

It takes less than ten minutes for your phone to light up with the first text message.

jKoOk OppA: miss ya arleady babes~

It seems as if autocorrect can’t even cover up his douche-ness, though the contact name he input is enough to force a shudder run down your spine.

Me: …?

jKoOk OppA: [(1) Attachment]

Your lips purse in concentration as you contemplate not opening it. With the kind of guy he is, there’s no telling what it could be. Then again, he’s in class so there’s a very limited amount of damage he could do.

Your thumb presses down with only mild hesitation and a picture pops up of your dangling silver bracelet. You sigh in relief. Okay, maybe he’s blackmailing you- or is it blackmailing? He’s holding a piece of YOUR property hostage and demanding… demanding what? This far, a kiss, but that was a joke, right?

Whatever the case, it could be much, much worse and you decide that MAYBE he deserves a chance. After all, he hasn’t done anything TOO bad. Yet. So you decide to play along with his little game for now because what’s the harm?

Me: Did it really have to be “oppa?”

jKoOk OppA: yess ;)

And of course you just really, REALLY want your bracelet.

A few days pass, during which you fervently try to keep the conversation going in order to get this boy’s approval, but the only progress you seem to make is finally changing his contact name. Jungkook just seems to be interested in flirting (big surprise), but stays somewhat on topic by sending you pictures of your stolen possession every day.

This morning, you even get him in the shot, lips pursed, one eyelid dropped in a wink, and this thoughtful message attached:

Kook Boy: mayb you could retrun the favor today??? ;)))

You decide to not grace him with a response, but you can’t help the stupid smile that pulls at your lips. Okay, at this point you can’t deny the fact that you like the attention and sometimes humor him by flirting back. Jungkook always says (or types, as you haven’t really spoken since meeting him because, no matter how long you wait, he seems intent on not showing up for his class on time) the right things, making you blush. And obviously, he’s HOT, for lack of better words.

But the thought that he’s probably saying those very things to ten other girls, making them blush too, is always present at the back of your mind. You’re not special. He just happens to be holding something of value hostage. For all you know, that’s his strategy and…

This argument has been running your mind in circles for about sixteen hours straight now, interrupted only by your sad attempt at four full hours of sleep. It’s so distracting that you use it as today’s excuse to not pay attention to the oceanography lecture, taking precedence over worrying about that essay you’ll need to power through tonight in order to turn it in tomorrow morning.

It would be so easy jut to give in to his demand. A single kiss, “not even on the lips,” and the bracelet would be yours, but then you’d have no reason to talk to him- unless you’d be willing to break your “no more fuck boys” rule.

This seems simple enough, but you deserve better.

It is around this metaphorical mental lap that your phone decides to give off that special vibration, the three staccato hums that you set specifically for THAT number.

Your hands shake as you reach for the device to subtly glance at the message below the desk.

Kook Boy: Hey babes, wassup??? ;D

Me: Boooored in class ;-; wbu?

Kook Boy: ^^ thinking…

Me: About what??

Kook Boy: :’)

Me: Mmmm I’ll take a guess. Me?? lol

Kook Boy: Maaaaybe

Me: Good thoughts? O_O

Kook Boy: [(1) Attachment]

“But he’s already sent me the hostage picture of my bracelet…?” is exactly the line of thought that indirectly leads to you dropping your phone with the loudest fucking clatter ever, interrupting your teacher’s carefully designed powerpoint about tide cycles, and exposing the dick pic to the entire class.

Any affection you might have had for Jungkook is instantly wiped away in a flood of adrenaline and an avalanche of humiliation.

You scramble to pick up the device, but the damage has already been done. The people immediately around you are audibly smothering laughter or blatantly showing looks of disgust. The only thing that saves the dregs of your dignity is the fact that you’re sitting near the middle of the room and the professor can’t see the screen, though he does cast a glance of irritation in your direction.

Once the phone is back in your pocket, you bury your face in your arms, wanting to die.

You’re so put off by the entire situation that you fail to notice both the class ending and everyone exiting the room. The only thing that draws your attention out of the bottomless vortex of slight self hatred and complete loss of faith in humanity are the three short vibrations.

For whatever ungodly reason, you decide to look at the new message.

Kook Boy: lololol sorry beb wrong person~~

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, he confirms your suspicions that there ARE other girls and holy fuck he’s sending them dick pics.

You feel physically sick, bile threatening to rise up your throat.

Judging by his lack of appearances over the past couple of weeks, you take solace in the thought that at least you won’t have to face him. But then, as if SIMPLY to prove you wrong, the door opens and life delivers you one last, stinging kick in the ass. Jungkook strolls in leisurely, like he hadn’t just mortified you beyond repair. Then again, he has no idea.

“Oh! Hey babes,” he gives you a thousand watt smile, voice lacking emotions that normal people would probably feel after sending a misplaced text, such as embarrassment or regret.

That look on your face… I’m not sure if it’s annoyance or humiliation, but either way the only thing you want to do is melt into your seat. Maybe the floor too, whatever it takes to disappear.

He sits next to you, dumping the relatively empty backpack at his feet and adjusting the unbuttoned collar of his blue shirt with tacky, dark blue pineapples printed all over it.

You hate him and his low neckline, sun kissed hair, and cocky smirk.

Much to your irritation, heat pools in the pit of your stomach and you do the only natural thing. You stand, haphazardly gathering your belongings in your arms, and briskly say, “You know what? Just keep the damn bracelet.”

Jungkook’s expression immediately falls into one of shock, “Babes, what are you-?”

Your words get high pitched with exasperation, “Do you even know my name?”


“Then what is it?” your tone is nothing less than venomous, and rightly so.

His fingers rake through his hair, “S- no… Ch…”

“You DON’T know,” you accuse, more angry at yourself for knowingly wasting your time than at him.

“Is this about the picture?” he sounds more confused than anything.

“Yes- no- it doesn’t matter! You were just using me. For what? I don’t know, but I also don’t care. Have a good life, Jungkook. Don’t worry about texting me anymore,” you are prepared to shoulder your way past the door, but once again, his intoxicating voice stops you.

And this time, it’s only two words, spoken in a tone that thoroughly perplexes you: sorrow.

“Wait, please.”

***Definition: Silly, in this case meaning less than savory, but often presented as suave or sincere.

Step 4) Give up and realize that he’ll never change****

You don’t turn to face him, instead simply listening to his next actions. Jungkook unzips his backpack and rises, walking toward you. He stops at a respectable distance, but is still close enough to suggest the smallest amount of intimacy.

The boy gently takes one of your hands, guiding it away from your books, turning it so that your palm faces up. Into it, he drops something cold, tearing your eyes away from the hallway, your route of escape to find the silver bracelet.

He clears his throat, “Here… I’m sorry that I upset you.”

Your fingers close around the metal chain and you decide that one last glance will be okay. Jungkook’s brown eyes easily meet yours and a small, sad smile slides onto his lips. Without another word, you slowly pull away and let the door close between you.

It takes several therapeutic hours of walking around campus aimlessly for you to come to a decision, but you eventually gather enough courage to take out your phone.

The device seems to weigh a metric ton and your fingers feel stiff as you type, but somehow, you manage to complete the message, giving one last, self-affirming nod before hitting the send button.

Me: I forgive you.

****Correction: he’ll never change, unless HE wants to.


A/N: So there’s a 75% chance I’d do one of these for each of the members if people want to read it.


Quick recycle project .

Recycled Dental floss container .

Once empty the handy pocket sized container was sprayed black with added cyflect glint & glow marker .

Hunter orange nano cord with a central mono filament fishing line keeps cord neat and tidy ready for instant use using the in built floss cutter .

Custom knives , sheaths and gear from

As it was often the case at the time, Fantastic Four annual #8, was an all-reprint issue, in those days comics readership would usually change every few years (5-7 in average) as kids would grow up and a new generation of younger kids would take over. That is why it was not unusual to recycle old stories lines all over again, for example the endless cycle of Thor Ragnarock.

May 17th was the 10th anniversary of Odin Sphere’s release in Japan and today is the 10th anniversary of its release in North America. So thank you Atlus USA for providing us an English dub that, while not perfect, is definitely passable.


So I’ve found that tumblr doesn’t always notify me when I get anonymous asks. I’ve seen it happen a few times now and the only reason I even saw this ask was because I got another one that wasn’t anonymous gfhfhdshgfds

I hope this isn’t too late! I’m not sure when I got this ask but better late than never I suppose? Also I hope this is what you meant by dark eyes, ahh! Tbh this reminds me a lot of an older art I did back when I was new to the fandom, it was meant to be like a Tokyo Ghoul ygo crossover where I drew Bakura as Rize and gave him red eyes with black sclera just like this, lol.

(also yes, I’m still hella artblocking so I did recycle these lines from something I drew before if you think they look familiar)

bangtan + kisses

immense description on the manner of how bts would kiss you


Like chocolate and warm pie. Like sunshine seeping through the clouds on a rainy day. Like walking through the park with a light breeze kicking up the ends of your hair as little kids run around you with smiles on their faces. Like a bright and fruity lollipop that tastes so sweet on your tongue. Like a high school anime full of aegyo and pastel, occasionally catching sight of lace or cotton under little school skirts. 


Like a porcelain tub brimming with warm water. Like a red canvas splattered with black paint. Like crystalline bedsheets and lazy Sundays between them, reading books and filling your ears with loud music from big headphones. Like a soft punch or gentle kick. Like no air but also like gasps and sighs. Like a walk along The Seine with sounds of water and locks clicking closed along the bridge with timeless ecstasy. 

Rap Monster: 

Like black lace and colored lingerie. Like a late Friday night, covered in sweat from the club or from being on your back above cold sheets. Like a thousand stars in the night sky and a bright sun, partially obscured by thick clouds. Like rolling green hills and tall red heels. Like pressure and pleasure and something you don’t think you need until you do. Like fine wine and plush leather. Like ink stains along fingertips and along the lines of recycled paper.  


Like sweet rolls and coffee in the early hours of the morning. Like a bouquet of brightly colored flowers that smell like Spring days and finely spun strands of gold. Like orange suns and dark moons and collections of rainbows that twirl across a blue landscape. Like a loose blouse and tight pants and undressing after a long day in the dark of your bedroom, a beckoning hand calling you from atop a gray duvet as sunshine fills his smile. 


Like an inside joke you shared as kid or a secret you can’t tell anybody. Like a long shower with strawberry scented soap and voices echoing off the clean tile. Like a waterpark on a hot day, wet and fun and relieving, with cute polka dot bikinis and suggestive smiles as you drink smoothies. Like a sundress in the summer and stockings in the winter, like lavender and roses scented candles filling a dimly lit room. 


Like puffs of blue cotton candy going past pink lips. Like an everlasting summer with dark dark nights that end in breathlessness and sore mornings. Like the sweet taste of fruit juice and texture of whipped cream. Like a low cut blouse and long hair that wrap around his fingers during late nights of embrace. Like early awakening and unspoken motivation. Like the cotton of dresses and the lace of what’s hiding underneath.    


Like fall days and long plaid shirts with red leaves littering the ground. Like a shy rain dotting along the rooftop and laying in bed with soft music as you watch puddles form along the streets. Like a late night car ride to clear your mind and a million fireworks exploding in the sky. Like an amusement park churro and a cold iced water. Like dim lights and musky cologne, and a  dangerous comfort as you move between silk waters.   

Hope you enjoyed because I honestly don’t know what this is…

~Admin Eggplant

Three Wishes

A drabble in which Jay talks about his feelings, Carlos is a lie detector, and Jay abruptly develops heart palpitations.

Let’s go.



Jay actually does date Audrey. They’re together for about two months and he seems to be completely happy about it until one day when Carlos comes home to see Jay staring absently into space, his fingers fiddling with a small lamp key chain that Evie got him for his birthday. Carlos kind of pauses in the doorway, stares at his friend for a long moment before slamming the door behind him, making Jay jump surprise and turn to Carlos quickly. His face immediately flows into a smooth smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he drops the key chain onto his bedspread, leans back and props himself up on his elbows in forced nonchalance.

“Hey, how was home ec?” Jay asks smoothly, but Carlos squints at him in mild confusion as he makes his way toward him.

“Good. I guess, I mean… hey, are you okay?” Carlos asks cautiously, and Jay grins at that, tilts his head cockily.

“Never better.” Jay says brightly as he pushes himself back up into sitting position, but Carlos is already shaking his head in denial of the statement as he approaches more confidently.

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Four Times Pietro Was Happy (And One Where He Was In Love)


“Pietro!” You called from the other side of the Avengers Tower. The speedster ran to you as he thought that you were in trouble, his heartbeat was erratic and his eyes were wild. It was as if he were ready to attack someone. He thought you were hurt and you felt a little guilty for worrying him. 

“Dragă, what’s wrong?” His eyebrows were furrowed together as he inspected your room for intruders or simply anything out of place. He noted that you did not look distressed at all. 

“Sorry to scare you. I just wanted to ask if you could run and get me some ice-cream and pizza.” You pulled your most innocent face and hoped that it was enough to get him to agree to get you the food you were craving so badly. 

“And why would I do that, dragă?” His Sokovian accent was your weakness, but you’d obviously never tell him that. If you did, his ego would grow just a little bit too much for your liking. His lips were upturned and his blue eyes were glowing with amusement.

“Because I am your favourite person on this planet and because I’m hungry, and it’s cold outside.” You pouted a little and couldn’t help but giggle at his annoyed face. You were happy when he left your room in a blur of silver and blue and then returned in a blur of silver and blue with your favourite pizza and ice-cream in his hands.


You flinched as another popcorn kernel hit your face, it was becoming more than a little bit annoying. If Pietro throws one more at you, you decided that any harm that may be bestowed upon him is not your fault. “One more Maximoff and you’ll be wishing that those bullets ended you.” It came out as a growl but sadly, you weren’t able to leave the teasing tone at bay.

“You sure sound like you mean it Y/N. Anyway, weren’t you the one begging me to stay?” His eyes held that glint of mischief and you knew that he was preparing to throw some more popcorn. You picked up a cushion as if it would protect you, it was the perfect timing as it deflected a piece of popcorn. 

“You’re going to pay, you idiot.” You tried to suppress a giggle as you throw an Iron Man cushion at the Sokovian. Typical Tony. Why anyone would have their own merchandise in their home was beyond you and the rest of the Avengers. The cushion hit Pietro, knocking the bowl of popcorn from his hands and onto the floor. That was unusual, but you were glad that he wasn’t paying attention. That would probably never happen again.

“I did not see that coming.” Pietro let out a hearty laugh just as you groaned. He knew that everyone was sick of him recycling that damn line. Everyone but him, that is. “You want to play like that Y/N? I’ll give you a few seconds to run.”

You take that as your cue to flee from the crime scene. Tony is gonna be pissed at his precious face being thrown around. You were half way up the stairs until a certain idiot picks you up and drags you with him at high speeds.


“Can’t you make an excuse and let me spend the afternoon with her alone?” Pietro begged his twin to do something so he could spend the day with Y/N. His feelings for her had grown from something friendly to something of a different and more intimate nature. Not that he’d admit it to anyone other than his dearest twin sister, of course. “I just want to spend some time with her before the next mission.”

Y/N was off to London to track some former SHIELD agents that went rogue a few months ago and they are trying to sell some weapons that are as destructive as Howard Stark’s “bad babies” were back in the forties.

“Of course, Pietro. You owe me, though; she’s my friend and I want to spend some time with her so we’ll all meet up and I’ll make an exit afterwards.” Wanda was not willing to let her brother hog their best friend and she wanted to make a point of it. 

“Hey guys, if it’s okay with you, could we leave a little earlier? I really want to spend some time with the both of you before tomorrow. You know?” You showed the twins the stack of movies she had planned for them to watch and the three of them grinned. Pietro made some popcorn whilst the girls went and got a bunch of blankets, pillows and chocolate.

“You up for the Bourne series?” Y/N showed Wanda the box set to which the younger twin nodded at. Once they popped in the DVD, Pietro arrived with not just popcorn, he had a mountain of sweets, chocolates and roughly seven bottles of various fizzy drinks. 

Popcorn. This is was going to be fun. Last time both Y/N and Pietro were near popcorn, most of it littered the floor…and the sofa….and her hair. It was lighthearted fun until Y/N was finding that in her hair even after washing it.

Half way through the second film Wanda made a beeline for the door saying that she really needed to sleep off a headache she acquired from using her powers to prevent the other two lazy idiots from moving to get more popcorn or to grab the remote. Typical.

With his little sister gone, Pietro used it as a sign to finally wrap his arms around Y/N who was shivering a little as the temperature had dropped a little too much for her comfort or liking. 

The day passed with the pair of them watching different films until Y/N fell asleep on Pietro’s chest. The steady, rhythmic beat of his heart made it easy for her to drift off into a comforting sleep before their departure in the morning.


“Dragă, are you awake?” Pietro tiptoed quietly into her bedroom. It was dead in the night and he couldn’t sleep. He needed to be with her.

Y/N groaned at the new noise, she rolled around in her bed a little before prying her eyes open to see the man that made her heart skip. “Pietro, what are you doing here?” She picked up her phone to check the time. The bright light burnt at her eyes that were definitely not prepared for anything but darkness at this time. “It’s 3am.”

“I’m sorry, dragă. I had a nightmare and if I went to Wanda, she’d look into my mind to find out what it was about and the last thing I want to happen is that. She would freak out so badly if she knew.” His eyes were a little remorseful and Y/N opened the side of her blanket to him which exposed her bare legs to the biting cold air. Pietro climbed in next to her and his body heat warmed her up immediately, it was one of his more redeeming features.

“It’s okay. I’m always here for you. Tell me about this nightmare. Pietro, you know that you can tell me.” She took his larger hand into her own and squeezed it, just to show him that she was there and that she cared. If only he knew just how much she cared.

“I was ten years old having dinner with Wanda…an-and my parents.” He took a sharp intake of air and suddenly not even his body heat could warm you up. Her blood went cold as she knew exactly what his nightmare was about. He was reliving the night his parents died. “You know what happened, only in this nightmare, they took her too. The fucking drone took my baby sister too.” Tears fell down Pietro’s face. It wasn’t even a nightmare you expected Pietro to have because one of the twins without the other was unspeakable. It would be so wrong if they were apart.

“Pietro, sweetheart, she’s alive and she’s okay. From what I know, she isn’t going anywhere for a long time. You know that pair of you aren’t going to be separated anytime soon. You still have your twin sister like she has you.” You wiped the tears from his eyes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. 

You always knew how to make him feel better and this time, he fell asleep with a content smile on his face and no nightmares anywhere. You kept all the bad things away from him and he did the same for you.


Pietro looked at you the same way that you looked at him. The only problem was that the pair of you were both blind and stupid. Anyone could see that you loved each other but neither of you thought that the other would even consider anything more than a friendship. This drove Wanda insane and she knew better than to mess with either of your minds because there was so much that could go wrong with that and it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Just tell her you’re in love with her already.” Wanda slapped her older brother and sighed with frustration when he refused to. “She likes you too, Pietro.”

“No, she doesn’t, she is basically in another league. Everything about her is so perfect, I can’t meet that standard.” Pietro punched the wall and then sighed. 

Wanda had to try a different tactic, possibly one that involves getting Natasha to bring you within hearing distance. She messaged the assassin and got a reply instantly. This has to work, for everybody’s sake. The entire tower were sick of the pair flirting but not dating, even Thor and Vision got the not so subtle hints that her idiot brother and equally as idiotic best friend were in love.

“What about Y/N makes you so happy?” She could feel the presences of the other two ladies and she was glad that Pietro couldn’t.

“The way the sun catches her eyes and makes them glisten that much more when she’s in a good mood or when she’s really happy that her voice gets so much higher and how she makes sure that I’m okay. I love the way that she says my name when she’s annoyed and despite how much I still annoy her, when I need her, she’s always there.” Pietro had a faint blush tinting his cheeks and his smile was so evident. 

You walk into the room and Wanda uses it as an excuse to leave the pair of you to it. You carefully place your hand on Pietro’s cheek to guide his eyes to yours. He’s a little worried that you heard all of that as he didn’t want to seem like a creep but he was annoyed with his twin enabling you to hear all of that.

“Did you mean that you said?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as your breath was hitched at the bottom of your throat and the bubble of happiness that was growing had to be suppressed in case it was just a joke.

“Are you serious Y/N? I had no idea you were there and if I did, I wouldn’t have said anything at all.” His eyes softened just ask your heart broke when you tried to leave, he held your wrist and twisted you back. “I wouldn’t have had the guts to tell you that. I love you, Y/N. Everything that you heard was true but I only slightly wish that I told you to your face and not to my little sister as you were conveniently behind the door.”

“I love you too Pietro Maximoff.” With that, you kissed him with all you had. You were on your tiptoes with your arms wrapped around his neck and he pressed you against the bed. “I think I fell in love with you in my dreams and then in real life. Every little thing about you makes my heart race.” You traced your fingers down his arm and lowered your hand to his toned torso.

He took your hand and placed it on his heart, it was beating so quickly, it was beating quicker than you had ever felt it. “I’ve run thousands of miles at insane speeds but the only time that it ever beats this fast is when I am around you, dragă. It’s only ever you.”

Random TVD Rant...

Think of how awesome it would have been if Bonnie had killed Enzo in 7x22, and then raced to the Armory to try and save Damon, either to talk him out of the vault, or have them both go dark for a season.

Not that I want to see Bonnie in more pain, but if the writers are going to do it anyway, they could at least do it well, and give us a real storyline instead of this recycled Delena shit in Bonenzo.Then we could have had a last season of some true character development. We could have watched Bonnie deal with the guilt Enzo’s death and taking a serious look at their relationship (cuz really, wasnt their whole relationship just a case of Stockholm Syndrome - especially since Enzo flat out said he envied the Bamon relationship and wished he had someone like Bonnie, and then a couple episodes later he’s helped convince Damon to dessicate and got Bonnie secluded in a cabin - SHADY) and the consequences of the huntress curse (cuz I’m sure Matt’s still pissed about his leg). Damon dealing with being back and healing their friendship/romance issues, and the two of them discovering together how to live the rest of their lives, because they have a dependence on one another that could be explored in healthy ways. And there still would have been ways to throw in Sybil and Virginia as the villains of the piece. (Even though I think the siren aspect is ridiculous and makes no damn sense.) Or Dark Bonnie/Damon and all the trouble those two could get into together.

My point is, there were so many possibilities to make these last seasons something special, if the writers had any balls. Instead, we get Elena coffin porn, blatant disregard of the Bamon canon they established in seasons 6 & 7, and recycled scenes/plot lines. 

Kurt Vonnegut said “Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader/audience may see what they are made of.”

And that’s where TVD went wrong, I think. Horrible things happen to the characters, but in the most unimaginative, repetitive way possible. We dont get to see what they are made of - we see them buckle like a belt, backslide, regress, or generally remain the same.  And with network shows like Arrow, the Flash, Gotham and cable shows like Game of Thrones and Walking Dead going balls out every season, its not a surprise that the viewership for TVD has steadily fallen over the years. They never upped their game.

Instead of the writers focusing their attention on the wonderful and talented actors they have, and the potential of the characters,  they are literally spending 2 seasons focused on someone who is NOT EVEN ON THE SHOW ANYMORE.

So much potential, wasted.

Thank god for fanfiction.

brownie boy (kihyun x reader)

There’s a customer who’s really awkward and buys a brownie every time he comes by.

fluff + comedy, 1.5k words, kihyun/reader, bakery au

You look up from your spot at the register when the bell chimes softly, signalling the arrival of a new customer. He’s cute. You smile to yourself as his eyes wander around the small cafe, taking in every detail with quiet awe. A few seconds pass before you speak up. “Can I help you?”

He startles and turns to stares at you dumbly. You raise a brow, and, after a few seconds of no response, you shrug uncomfortably under the weight of his gaze and turn towards the back room for more cookies. Maybe he wasn’t ready? But suddenly, he seems to come back to life.

“Oh, hah, uh, hi,” he stammers. His face had been slowly reddening over the past minute, and now he’s full on blushing. He steps right up to the counter and shuffles his feet awkwardly. “Can I have one of um, this?” He jabs his finger at the glass, gesturing to either the brownies and the cheesecake–you can’t tell which.

“Which one?” you ask, sliding open the glass door.

“Uh, the brownies,” he says, though he sounds rather uncertain.

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Harry Styles Very Dirty Imagine: Your First Time Having Sex With Each Other (LONG)


Sorry that the title is a bit long. I wanted it to be sure that it isn’t your first time. I really wanted to write this since it has been my dream for the past 3 days. FYI, it’s REALLY LONG! Anyway, here! (1,698 words!)

“I had a really nice night tonight, Harry.” I said. We were on my doorstep. My front door was wide open, with me inside and Harry outside. He just dropped me off after date. We have been dating for almost 7 months now.

“I had a nice night too, [Y/N].” Harry said. I blushed at his words. He leaned in for a kiss. When our lips connected, there were sparks. I mean, we have kissed before, but nothing quite like this. It was magical, and I just didn’t want to pull away. Apparently, Harry couldn’t either. 

His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. My hands were wrapped around his neck playing with his hair. We stood making out in my doorway. Good thing it was late and that I live alone, or else some one might have seen us.

My arms moved downwards and gripped his tie. I pulled him inside with it. Harry kissed me against the wall and kicked the door closed. I fisted his hair, making him moan into the kiss. I smiled slightly.

“Jump” Harry said in between kisses. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me up by my butt, squeezing slightly. I moaned and Harry smirked.

Slowly, with all of the spontaneous kissing, Harry made his way to my bedroom. We stopped several times when he pressed me into every open wall, but eventually we made it to my bedroom.

Once again, Harry kicked the door closed and kissed me against the wall. My legs were still wrapped around his waist. We parted and I looked into his eyes. He did the same.

“Are we about to do this?” I asked.

“Yeah” He breathed.

“Good” I smiled and kissed him again. 

Were were making out again loosing clothes in the process. Harry’s kisses traveled down my jaw, up by my ear, my sweet spot, and the down to my collar bone. While he was bust doing this, I undressed him.

I took off his tie. He shrug off his blazer and I unbuttoned his dress shirt. I got as far as unbuckling his belt before our lips were reattached again. Harry reached around behind me and unzipped my knee-length red dress. I unwrapped my legs and stood straight up so the dress could fall completely to the floor.

This was the most revealed I’ve ever been to Harry. My black lace bra and matching panties. Harry stared at me up and down. I felt uncomfortable, not being completely confident with my body. I tried to cover with my arms, but Harry grabbed my hands. I looked into his eyes.

“Beautiful” He whispered. I smiled.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and tugged his pants down. This was the most revealed he had ever been to me. I looked down at his really tight boxers. His erection was very big and hard. This was gonna hurt. Harry smirked.

“Like what you see, babe?” Harry asked, amused by my reaction.

“I did that?” I asked.

“Mmhmm” Harry hummed.

Harry reached for my hand and gently brought me over to my bed. I laid down and Harry went over to his jeans. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

“You cheeky bastard. You knew that this was gonna happen!” I laughed.

“Actually, I thought it would happen 2 weeks ago. I’ve been carrying this around for a while.” Harry said and we both laughed.

He kissed me once more and went down South, kissing every inch of my skin in his path. He pulled off my panties with his teeth. I was already soaked and he was making him harder to resist. (Lol sorry!) 

He stared at my freshly shaven wet pussy. His mouth was literally open. I smirked.

“Like what you see, babe?” I mocked him. I laughed but soon turned into a gasp as he suddenly licked me. He winked at me before plunging back down for more. He licked my clit and sucked on it. I was a moaning mess underneath him. 

He pulled away and pushed one of his long, thick fingers into me. He thrusted his finger in the way he would his dick. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. He then added another finger and thrusted harder. He added one more finger (three fingers total) and it hurt. I whimpered and Harry looked sad.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m just stretching you.” Harry said and kissed me. I wasn’t a virgin, but it sill hurt. I’ve only had sex once, and that was over 7 months ago. 

Harry pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. I moaned at the sight of him licking my juices from his fingers. He pulled down his boxers and rolled the condom on. He was even bigger than I thought!

“Like what you see, babe?” He said in a high voice, mocking me mocking him. I rolled my eyes and braced myself.

He opened my legs and aligned himself. He pushed in slowly and pretty soon he was fully in. It burned slightly, but it would’ve been worse if he hadn’t ‘stretched me’. At least he knew he was big.

He thrusted slow at first after I was adjusted. We were both moaning.

“Fuck, [Y/N]. You’re so tight.” Harry moaned the last part.

“Your so big” I said. Harry slowly sped up.

“Faster” I whined.

“Wait. I’m looking for something.” Harry said.

“What?” I asked.

“Your G-Spot” Harry said mater-of-factly.

“What’s tha-” Harry hit something and I moaned loudly. Harry smiled.

“That, my dear, is your G-Spot.” Harry said. 

He went faster like I asked. He was pounding into me at quickening speeds and kept hitting my ‘G-Spot’. Every ten seconds he went faster. Pretty soon, I felt a burning sensation in my stomach.

“H-Harry” I whimpered. The pleasure was so good that my body wanted to squirm away. Harry held my hips down.

“I know, baby. Me too.” Harry said. 


Our moans kept getting louder. I couldn’t control my body anymore. The pleasure overwhelmed me. I crashed our lips together as we both released our earth-shattering orgasms. 

I worked us through our highs. Our lips were still attached as I slowed to a stop. I held myself there for a couple of minutes before pulling out and throwing away the used condom. I walked back to the bed and sat next to [Y/N]. 

She turned her head and smiled mischievously at me.

“What?” I asked, smiling. Her smile only grew wider. 

She pushed me down onto the bed and I moved up to lay on a pillow. She crawled over to me and straddled me. She kissed me lovingly then pulled away and stared into my eyes. 

“I love you” She said. That was the first time either of us had said that in our relationship. I smiled and kissed her again.

“I love you too” I said. She smiled brightly.

“Round 2?” [Y/N] asked.

“I really want to, but I don’t have another condom.” I said. She leaned over to the night stand and pulled out a condom from the drawer. 

“You weren’t the only one who thought this was gonna happen.” [Y/N] said. I laughed and sat up to take it from her, but she pushed me back down.

“Nope. I’m doing this.” [Y/N] said and opened the package. She took my semi- hard length in her small hand. It stiffened at her touch. She rolled it on. 

“Are we about to do this again?” I asked.

“Yeah” [Y/N] said.

“Good” I breathed. We laughed from our ‘recycled words’.

[Y/N] lined herself and slowly sank down on me. We were both moaning. She sat there, not moving. I stared at her, confused. She nodded her head backwards. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell off her shoulders leaving her bare, but I kept eye contact with her. [Y/N] rolled her eyes and grabbed my hands bringing them to her breasts. I squeezed them and she moaned loudly, her eyes closing. Her hands fell to my chest feeling my abs.

After a couple minutes, I removed my hands. She used my chest to push herself up and down. [Y/N] didn’t start slow, but went quickly and kept going faster. I moaned loudly and she smiled.

“Looks like I know your body pretty well already.” [Y/N] said happily.

“I know yours too” I defended.

“Prove it” [Y/N] said. I thrusted my hips upward to meet her hips, hitting her G-Spot. She moaned loudly.

“Yeah” She said, out of breath. 

[Y/N] started her fast pace again. Every couple of her thrusts, I would hit her G-Spot. Neither of us stood a chonce. [Y/N] couldn’t keep up with herself and started stopping. I took over and thrust faster than she did. 

On one particularly hard thrust, I hit her G-Spot. She made the sexiest noise ever. It was a moan, whimper, scream, groan, and little squeak at the same time. It was like the pleasure was too good for her. She leaned forward and nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her back. [Y/N] was clenching so I knew she was close. Soon after she came…hard. She screamed into my neck and her whole body shook. I followed her and slowed to a stop. 

Her heart was racing and she was still shaking. It took a couple of minutes before she lifted her hips up off of my shaft. I sat up to take off the condom and threw it in the bedside trashcan. 

I laid back down next to [Y/N]. She rolled partly on top of me with her head on my chest. I pulled the blanket up for us. I was playing with her sweaty yet soft hair. It was a comfortable silence before I spoke;


“Hmm” She hummed.

“I really love you” I said truthfully.

“I really love you too, Harry” [Y/N] said. I smiled.

“[Y/N]?” I asked again.

“Hmm” She hummed again.

“I love your moans. So sexy.” I said. She chuckled.

“Yours are the sexiest noises” She said.

“Not true. You made the sexiest noise earlier. It was like a moan, whimper, scream, groan, and little squeak all at the same time.” I said.

“Really? That was sexy?” She asked.

“Extremely. Next time you make that noise, I’m recording it for my ring tone for you.” I said. We both laughed at my comment before peacefully drifting off to sleep, with many dreams about tonight. 


IDK how I feel about this one. What do you think? Good or not?

anonymous asked:

What if the person showing up at the door for Owen is like Beth's husband and she died and they had been raising Owen's kid but the guy doesn't want to do it anymore so he drops the kid on Owen's doorstep. Then Owen will finally get the kid he wanted and Amelia doesn't have to get pregnant. Insta-Family. And it's another recycled story line like Sloan Sloan. (Yes I know it will either be army related or have to do with his sister or mother.)

It will probably be something really, really miniscule. Or his sister.

Recycled lines because…final exams are drawing nearer and it makes me wish I was ambidextrous. My poor hand…
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Miriam is a mountain-dwelling Vershina troll born into her native tribe. Before she was born, an attack was suddenly thrown onto the tribe. The Vershina were known to be peaceful, so they were at a disadvantage. The chief, in a last resort effort, sent his son away to live in another tribe. Many perished during the battle, including Miriam’s father. Her birth was seen as a beacon of hope and rejuvenation as the tribe recovered from the attack.

Defenses were raised and curfews were enforced, leading many whelps including Miriam to desire exploration of the vast land before them. Miriam was not deterred by the curfews and always managed to get past the guards. However, she’d never get too far.

As time went on, her desire to leave shrunk. She found her place within the tribe as a handmaiden and midwife caring for the whelps of other trolls, native and foreign alike. These whelps often came from a diverse troll community that went by the name of Heartstone Trollmarket.

It wasn’t until the chief became ill with food poisoning, more or less due to the Vershina’s sensitive stomachs, that Miriam’s desire to leave was reignited. His heir was out there still, but if he were to die without him taking his place as new chief, the tribe would be unprotected and in ruins. Miriam saw this as a opportunity to contribute more to her community and offered to go in search of him. Although the chief was hesitant, he was in no position to object and allowed her to leave. The following night before she left, the chief passed away, making the mission to find his heir more crucial than ever.

Miriam’s trek led her to the famous Heartstone Trollmarket, where finding the heir wouldn’t be as strenuous as she thought. There, she met the successor of the tribe, Žilav, and his daughter, Iskra. Convincing both to come back with her to the Vershina tribe was difficult at best, but with a little coaxing from the head of Trollmarket, Vendel, they were soon on their way back home. Iskra’s closest friend, Zephyr, accompanied them as well.

Writers - STOP giving Caitlin Snow’s lines from Season 1 to Iris like in 2x19. It makes you seem really lazy that you can’t authentically develop this character without recycling lines Caitlin had with Barry. “With or without your suit you’re still the same guy” sounds just like “With or without your powers you’re still you Barry.” For the record Iris always worshipped the celebrity side of Flash. Just enough. Stop it. You’re embarrassing yourselves. Stop forcing Westallen.
—  Anonymous

anonymous asked:

Mmm, glad to see you guys back. Anywayyy, i kinda stopped reading fairy tail because honestly, they're recycling plot lines. AND NO ONE IS GONNA DIE. LIKE COME ON. NOT EVEN ULTEAR FUCKING DIED.

YES, JOIN ME IN NOT READING FT! And we’re glad to be back lmao prepare for bitterness and memes