relatively healthy

Bob Harper had a heart attack.  Now leave fat people alone.

Bob Harper, a former trainer on the Biggest Loser, has been one of the fittest men on television for over a decade.  He had a massive heart attack a couple of weeks ago and was hospitalized for eight days.

Bob Harper – a fitness guru who’s the host of “The Biggest Loser” – suffered a heart attack that left him unconscious for 2 days.

Harper tells us he was working out in a NYC gym 2 weeks ago when he collapsed. A doctor who was also working out administered CPR and used paddles to keep Bob alive.

The 51-year-old was taken to the hospital and says he woke up 2 days later. He was hospitalized for 8 days and is still in NYC – he lives in L.A. – because his doctors have not cleared him to fly.

(cont. TMZ)

Heart disease and heart attacks run in Bob Harper’s family and he says it’s all genetics.  I’m sure he’s absolutely right, but why are we okay agreeing with a fit man who says his heart attack was genetics while we view fat people who say “it’s genetics” with such disdain?

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fun arthritis things
  • being completely stiff first thing in the morning
  • “what was that sound” “my back”
  • not having full range of motion
  • predicting the weather with your knees
  • not being able to hold a pen 
  • “do you need help getting up??” “no no just give me like five minutes”
  • never finding a comfortable sitting position
  • The Limp

unrivalled-in-sarcasm  asked:

Is there any relatively safe way to knock someone out with no resources but your hands? My character needs to knock this person out so they don't run off, but he has nothing on him to do so. It's necessary to the story that he be knocked out. Thank you!

No.

We’ve gone over this, many times, before. There is no safe way to knock someone unconscious. By definition, you’re specifically attempting to damage their brain, with the goal of getting it to take a little vacation.

More than that, there aren’t even many reliable means to knock someone out. Blows to the head can, theoretically, work, but they can also, just as easily, piss off the person you’re attacking, without much ill effect.

Tranquilizers take ages to kick in, and are very difficult to dose. Too much, and you’ve got a corpse. Not enough, and you’ve got someone who’s groggy, but still ambulatory.

Choking is, in theory, the safest, but the fine line between unconscious and dead is still something you can’t spot intentionally. Choking is something that can be practiced in a safe environment, but using it in the field is incredibly finicky.

And, it gets better.

Strip away all the terminology and a concussion is just bruising on the brain itself. You get hit, your head gets jostled around, and your brain bounces off the inside of your skull. You may have been using that organ for something, and might understand why you don’t particularly want it getting directly injured. Either way, this will, absolutely, interfere with your ability to think, remember unimportant information like your name, or count the number of fingers some well meaning smartass is holding up. Still, probably won’t knock you out, though.

When you’re talking about knocking someone out, you’re really asking, “how can I directly assault their brain, without having to develop psychic powers?” Yeah, that’s never going to be safe. It turns out, getting the human brain to stop working, temporarily, is a lot like trying to get it to just flat out stop working in general, and it’s a crap shoot, which you’ll get.

Concussions are cumulative. This should be fairly obvious, when you actually think about it. If your brain has been pre-tenderized, it’s going to be more susceptible to future concussions, and the ones you receive will be more severe. This means someone who’s had a few before will be knocked unconscious or killed far more easily than someone with a relatively healthy brain. Even then, it’s not like there’s a stable baseline of, “you can hit your head this hard before it kills you.”

Knocking someone unconscious for more than a few seconds is very bad news. If you’re knocking someone out for more than a minute, there’s going to be irreparable brain damage. (The specific threshold is usually around 30 seconds, but for each unique brain, there’s equally unique catastrophic brain damage.) So, you’ve, “safely,” reduced someone to a vegetable. More than a few minutes and you’ve (probably), “safely,” killed them.

So, what do you actually do when you need to be somewhere else and someone is intent on getting you to stick around? Knock them off balance and run. Sucker punches to the stomach are a good option. If unexpected, they’ll usually wind the victim, and give you a good head start. Knees to the gut are another classic. One common variation is to knee the gut, and when they double over, knee them again in the face. Slamming a door in the face, or knocking them to the ground are also excellent options. Really, there are a lot of options. The goal is to simply create an opening and escape. You don’t need to knock someone unconscious to do that. You really don’t want to knock someone unconscious to do that.

-Starke

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Cheap Vegan Essentials

Below is a short list of foods which I think should be in the basket of every new vegan when they go on that first vegan shopping trip. Prices will vary according to location, but in the vast majority of places these foods will be some of the cheapest items in any supermarket.  You can find a selection of simple recipes that make use of these items as their main ingredients here.

  • Rice: Rice is an extremely cheap and filling staple. A cup of rice contains roughly 45 grams of carbohydrates and 4-5 grams of protein. In an airtight container it lasts around 6 months. It is even cheaper when bought in bulk. 

  • Beans: Beans are one of the most accessible protein sources and have been a staple around the world for thousands of years. Just one cup of soybeans, for example, contains a massive 28.62 grams of protein, while even standard baked beans contain around 14 grams. They also contain lysine, which is missing from most other plant sources.

  • Chickpeas: Chickpeas can be purchased very cheaply canned, and in large bags in bulk if you’re willing to prep them yourself.  Each cup contains about 15 grams of protein, tonnes of fibre as well as magnesium and folate. 

  • Lentils: Similar to chickpeas, lentils can be bought canned or in large bags as bulk products. A cup of cooked lentils contains a massive 18 grams of protein, they also lower cholesterol, improve heart health and help stabilise blood sugar. 

  • Oats: Oats are very cheap, can be bought in bulk and have great shelf life. They are high in protein, fibre, and B12; they are even thought to help lower blood pressure and cholesterol. 

  • Cereals: Most cereals, especially supermarket’s own brand products are very cheap. Whole grain cereals like bran or oat based products are high in fiber, calcium and iron, and most are fortified with B vitamins.

  • Pasta:  Pasta is another great product to always have on hand, it is one of the least expensive items in any supermarket, can be bought in bulk and has a very long shelf life. Depending on the type, pasta can be a good source of fibre and carbohydrates; it is a high energy food and is very filling.

  • Potatoes: Potatoes are one of the cheapest foods available in most supermarkets, at an average of just $0.56 per pound. They are versatile, filling and despite their reputation as unhealthy, they are an excellent source B6 and a good source of potassium, copper, vitamin C, manganese, phosphorus, niacin, dietary fiber, and pantothenic acid.

  • Sweet potatoes: Sweet potatoes are as versatile as white potatoes, are high in vitamins B6, C, D, iron, magnesium and potassium. They’re also a more balanced source of energy than white potatoes, as their natural sugars release slowly, avoiding blood-sugar spikes.

  • Noodles: Many varieties of noodles are vegan, they are very cheap and last a long time. Noodles are very filling and contain high levels of B vitamins, vitamin E, magnesium, iron, riboflavin, and calcium.

  • Nut butters: Depending on the type, nut butters can be purchased very cheaply and in large quantities. It has a surprisingly good shelf life, is an excellent source of heart healthy fats and is very high in protein. 

  • Falafel: Falafel is usually cheap to buy pre-made but it is even cheaper when made at home just using chickpeas and spices. It is filling, can be used to make great vegan burgers and is a good source of protein, fat and soluble fibre. 

  • Hummus: Though buying pre-prepared hummus is usually relatively cheap, it is far more cost effective to make your own in larger quantities, depending on the recipe you usually only need chickpeas, tahini and  lemon. 

  • Couscous: Couscous can be great in salad or as its own side dish, it is cheap to buy and is a convenient option since it is so easy to prepare. It is a good source of lean protein, dietary fibre and B vitamins. 

  • Tofu: Tofu has an odd reputation for being expensive, quite probably among people who have never bought it. Tofu has been a Chinese staple for thousands of years, it is now widely available in supermarkets and is far cheaper than comparable animal products, averaging less than $2 per pound. It is filling and is high in both protein and calcium.

  • Tempeh: Tempeh is similar to tofu in price and use, but has a different texture and slightly different nutritional properties. The fermentation process and its retention of the whole bean give it a higher content of protein, dietary fibre and vitamins compared to tofu, as well as firmer texture and a stronger flavour

  • Seitan: Seitan is made with wheat gluten and is extremely high in protein, as well as being one of the cheapest sources of protein per dollar when made at home and is around the same price as low quality beef in stores. It has a steaky texture and is very filling.

  • Frozen fruit/vegetables: Large bags of mixed frozen vegetables can be bought extremely cheaply almost anywhere. Despite popular opinion to the contrary, frozen vegetables are almost as healthy as fresh produce since they are frozen while fresh and don’t endure the loss of nutrients associated with long travel and extended shelf time. Frozen fruit like mixed berries can be a cheap way to prepare smoothies or dessert.

  • Canned fruit/vegetables: Having a few cans of fruit or vegetables around is always a good idea, things like canned peas or corn can be a side on their own, canned peaches or orange pieces are an instant dessert and canned tomatoes can be used to make sauces. 

  • Bananas: Bananas are one of the cheapest fruits available, especially when bought in bulk and deserve a mention based on their nutritional value and their versatility. They can be used in desserts, as a healthy snack and can be used to make cheap vegan ice cream.

  • Citrus Fruits: Citrus fruits like lemon, orange and limes are cheap to buy in bunches, especially when in season and can be eaten as a healthy snack or used as a cheap way to add flavour to existing dishes. 

  • Vegetable stock: Vegetable stock is good to have around for a variety of purposes; it will add flavour to any dish from gravies to soups and roast dinners. It is extremely cheap and relatively healthy if you go for a low sodium option.

  • Olives: Olives are a healthy source of fat, they are thought to have anti-inflammatory properties and contribute to good health health, as well as being good sources of iron. They can be bought in large jars very cheaply and can be a healthy snack. 

  • Olive Oil: Thought to be the healthiest oil to cook with, it is heart healthy and can be used to add flavour to a variety of dishes like pastas and salad.

  • Spinach: Spinach is often called a super-food in terms of nutritional content, it is is high in niacin and zinc, as well as protein, fiber, calcium, iron and a multitude of vitamins. You can also buy large bags of pre-prepared spinach very cheaply.

  • Kale: Kale has a different flavour and texture to spinach, but has similar uses. It is a great source of dietary fibre and is packed with nutrients, vitamins, folate and magnesium. Even a 500g bag should only set you back around $2.50. 

  • Bread: Many new vegans assume bread is off limits, but many breads are vegan. Even speciality loafs are very cheap considering the amount of meals they can contribute towards, and they can be a good source of carbohydrates and protein. 

  • Plant Milks: Plant milks have an undeserved reputation for being expensive, this is only in comparison to heavily subsidised dairy milks, though even then the price is comparable, in fact, some supermarket’s own brands are even cheaper. Plant milks are packed with calcium and are usually supplemented with vitamins B6 and B12.

  • Non-Dairy Spreads: Non-dairy spreads can be made form a variety of sources, from soy or olives to coconut oil. They tend to be comparable to dairy butter in terms of calcium, but without the unhealthy fats and cholesterol. They are usually priced similarly or cheaper than their dairy counterparts.

  • Peppers: Peppers tend to be very cheap to pick up in large bags, particularly bell peppers. They can be stretched over several meals, and can add flavour and texture to curries, stir fries and salads.

  • Nutritional Yeast: Seen as something of a speciality health food, nutritional yeast is actually very cheap, lasts a long time and is one of the best sources of vitamin B12. It has a nutty, cheesy taste, so you can use it in place of anything you’d usually sprinkle cheese on. It is also great in soups and when used to make “cheesy”, creamy sauces. 

  • Flax seeds: Each tablespoon of ground flax seed contains about 1.8 grams of  omega-3s. It is included in this list as they make a great egg substitute in baking, can be sprinkled on cereal, yogurt or oatmeal. It is cheap to buy, and even a small packet lasts a long time.
     
  • Dark chocolate: Dark chocolate is not only far healthier than milk chocolate, it is usually cheaper to buy in the same quantities and is far more filling. It is versatile for use in baking and desserts and is a healthy snack in small quantities.

  • Selected Produce: Fresh vegetables are not always expensive. Seasonal vegetables are usually cheap in most supermarkets, but some vegetables like carrots, turnips, onions, cabbage and cauliflower are inexpensive all year round, and can often be bought on offer or as “irregular” (but still perfectly edible) for even less.
     
  • Herbs and Spices: Having a range of spices on hand is always a good idea; things like cumin and garlic can add depth and flavour to simple meals and they last a very long time. Investing in a good spice rack and some curry powder will save you money in the long term.

I hate those random energy bursts where I feel relatively healthy and start planning projects because “I can totally do this!!!” but then I’m back to completely fatigued for two months after that day and end up feeling super guilty about not getting done all the stuff I naively said I could get done during those few hours of Good. 

What to Eat While Writing

Anonymous asked: “Might be a weird question but do you have a favorite writing snack? Something that fills you up when you write but doesn’t make you gain 10 pounds every 100 words…”

This is such a great question! The thing about writing is that it often becomes a habit. You get into some “writing rituals” and some times they can quickly turn into bad dieting decisions. I’ve been there. I used to write with a bag of Lindt chocolate truffles at my desk and - well, I ate the whole bag. I didn’t even realize it, I was writing and just suddenly, the bag was empty and I had a terrible stomach ache. I recommend avoiding that one. 

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So Much Closer

There are three types of reunions for Bellamy and Clarke.

a/n: Contains spoilers for the S4 finale. This three-pronged-reunion was something I mentioned in a conversation with @notyourdaisybuchanan, and thus: this fic. Title from Transatlanticism.

The first time Clarke sees him again, she can’t breathe.

His hair is sheared short, his shoulders thinner, but the way he carries himself as he disembarks the Eligius ship is unmistakable, even with the shackles binding his wrists and ankles. He scowls at the man in a uniform who pushes him down the ramp, and that’s familiar, too.

Clarke is crouched close to the drop of the cliff face, rifle by her side, and all the air catches in her lungs when Bellamy turns her direction. The people around him are staring at the sky, the burned twigs and new foliage just beginning to sprout, squinting against the light of the sun, but he’s scanning the treeline methodically, eyes shifting closer and closer to her little patch of green. Her chest feels like a balloon filled to bursting, so tight it’s painful.

She crawls as far out on the ledge as she safely can, pulled by the same string tied tight around her heart, and watches the light glance off his cheekbones. A sharp bite to her lip just barely keeps her from crying out when he looks at the space she’s hunched among the brush and suddenly halts. He stands stock still for a moment, his eyes so wide that Clarke would swear she could see the whites even from this distance.

When was the last time she took a breath?

A woman with a baton comes up behind him and nudges his back. He stumbles forward, eyes yanked to the rocky path, and all the air rushes out of her in a whisper.

“Bellamy.”

It sounds too loud in the calm of the grove and she slinks back, letting a branch fall in front of her face. She can still see him crane his neck around as the line keeps walking, a chain of people filing out behind him, his eyes searching the spot where she stood.

Clarke lets herself watch for one heartbeat more, then turns back towards the rover. The path weaving amongst the tree trunks doesn’t take much of her focus anymore and she’s grateful for the familiarity now.

They have work to do.

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Dean vs Essential Oils

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1124

A/N: So basically my headcanon, is when Dean is introduced to anything self care related he automatically hates it. At least outwardly. He does indeed find merit in these things and finds he can’t live without them. When “busted” he becomes defensive (i.e. the vegetable water S12), but depending on who he may admit that he does indeed enjoy whatever it is.  *Note this is unbeta’d* As always feedback is encouraged, helpful, and definitely wanted!

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2 ingredient “pancakes” (vegetarian/dairy free/high protein/no gluten):

Mash a banana with a fork, then stir a raw egg through (add flavourings if you fancy, I always add a shittonne of cinnamon). Then fry on medium heat in a pan like you would a pancake, flip when bubbles appear.

Super healthy, relatively easy to make, ideal for brain fog days where anything more than 2 ingredients is impossible. 

A collaboration between myself, and @varvau

Story is conveyed and built with uncountable methods. A creator’s ability must transcend the Great Lie into Great Truth through varying degrees of Originality, often misidentified with the expression, “Everything’s been done, nothing new.” Lottery ball machines are, mostly, identical but their drawn numbers are unique. Traditional weddings in the Americas happen every week; no two are exactly the same. Originality concerns execution, not the fact something exists. With execution comes perspective. 


Ponder the story above. It is about trade, or is it? Certainly a subject, this trade, for an exchange of items is quite occurring. One could prattle endless an account of these creatures sharing daily trade with nothing more said. If that be the inclination expressed, all within earshot must question the extent of that speaker’s exposure to other cultures and their varying forms of relaying information. 

“But, this is a piece of fiction, it’s not serious!” speak many detractors of those seeking to create stories and worlds for a living, and later express devout love for, you guessed, another work of fiction. Twelve years ago, as of this writing, I was told by a doctor, who knew me since Grade V, my pursuit in creating stories and worlds was a “fantasy”, that I should speak with her whenever I “wished to return to the real world”. Quite, she did not believe in the profession of writing in general. Her entire practice depends on literature. That she worked with youths only increased the importance of fiction in their development—yet there she was, advising someone against creating new things, and making their own life decisions. I had, some years earlier than this encounter, decided for myself the what’s-to-do. I’ve not revisited that doctor, and never will.

Works of fiction are quite real for their creators, and some refer to their work as children. Readers identify with fiction for various reasons, and to them it may be more real than what is. A fictional world can be fabulous or grotesque, and still escape from ugly reality. Experiencing a foreign culture grants the same effect. One can tell a good story alone, a great story set in a well-designed world, or if they choose: deliver an immersion in time and place. The decision depends on goals.

Suppose you were dropped there, in that market, without knowledge of local culture, and didn’t die of shock at the sight of non-human beings, who bear likeness to our feral beasts, engaging in very human-like behavior. They don’t speak your language, no guides exist in your first, second, third, or any language familiar. Perhaps, you’re a linguist and realize none of their languages match recognizable lingual families.


In your face there’s scent as language, unless they’ve come to ignore or subdue natural body odor as humans did. It doesn’t factor within your ears, the possibility they employ hypersonic and subsonic sounds humans cannot perceive without specialized equipment, but—oh dear— you’re not naturalist with such equipment or deign leave a comfortable living for work in the middle of nowhere without many modern conveniences.

You quickly realize they posses no mobile phones, digital music players, any sort of advanced electronics, the internal combustion engine, telegraphs and wire transfer, gas lighting, and manure piles in the streets from who-knows-what that pulls their carts—if they did, then a copy- paste from the human world they wouldn’t be. How ever will you survive when so much isn’t

standard for your time and place? Maybe you should “try everything”, the worst advice ever given, except on desperation or a four-for-one sale at Inspired By de Sade. Following it may result in your demise.

The Didelphimorph on the right sells textiles and foodstuffs. Isn’t that nice? But…can you eat, let alone touch it? Is the Caniform vulnerable to certain foods the other may consume without problem? We’ve plants here, on Earth by example, quite hostile. Nasty little things like Gympie (Dendrocnide moroides), a perfectly normal horse-killer from hell that inflicts enough pain victims prefer suicide. Or, perhaps, your fancy is Manchineel (Hippomane mancinella), the adorably named Beach Apple. That one, dear, is truthfully a botanical death machine: a drop of moisture runoff from this tree blisters skin and corrodes automotive paint. Do you want to blister skin and corrode automotive paint? That’s how you blister skin and corrode automotive paint.


And don’t even think about the water. Travel between countries on your own planet, and you’ll find water of varying qualities to which the local population is immune, but you are not.

Your advantage is disadvantage. For the purposes of this example, they’ve no idea you’re even present. And, in regards to this specific civilization, where would you be without Jerome and myself? We’re to blame for dragging you into this otherworldly soiree where you’ve stuck a spoon in the ceiling but hey, you’re still alive. What’s mundane and automatic for this place is unknown for you: a language of Color, Shape, and Posture.

Let us start with the Caniform left, so eager to spend money. Upon his cape are two layers. Green, in local culture, is life and fertility while Brown’s is commonality of the every day. Technically, it is an off-white baize, but still counts as Brown.

That he wears a cape, not a tunic, tells of simplicity, good spirits, and the colors that he is newly wed and possibly expecting to become a father or has adopted a youth. The ceremony was not extravagant, a casual affair with a small number of close friends and relatives. Take note: local culture. His own native, that he’s possibly abandoned, may not define marriage in the same way, or practice it. Their definition of the “family unit” having two parents may not be.

Continuing down to his pantaloons, here again Green, and White. He comes from a lineage of relatively healthy individuals for legs carry the continuity of bloodlines. White is preparedness, but may speak inexperience and innocence towards the large change in his life. The Black tassels on the closure of his satchel indicate he contemplated life behind a sword; that they dangle free means he chose against, for warriors don’t wear needless items an enemy could grab and use against them.


On Shape, the leading edge of his cape being that color proclaims he’s nothing hidden and the vertical lines in his pantaloons speak twice: Green for a very stable family with little to no internal drama. White for a family young, perhaps 1-3 generations old, not big enough for a massive number of non-immediate members. 

On Posture, outwardly it is engaged in business. His open paws forward money and show he intends no harm. That he stands over the Didelphimorph is protection—he’s watching for anyone who’d steal. If he were bent, leveling their eyes, then an abrasive or unfriendly challenge it would become.

The Didelphimorph also wears a shade of White upon his legs, inexperienced where he is, possibly having moved from another region, or country, and is learning this new place. 

Upon his tunic is the survival and security of Blue. By wearing it close to his face, he proclaims status as a merchant who will not price gouge, dependable with good reputation of maintaining stock, and believes in honesty first. The shade lacks vividness; he is not fond for usurping local government. Here, wearing complete vivid blue on more than 25% of one’s clothes is punishable by execution. The golden bangle indicates prosperity, and that he recently wed.

On Shape, the off-white motif of an arch on the tunic suggests inexperience or preparedness in one particular aspect. The style refers to a building designed for residents, and he has acquired a living space. However, in local mental health definitions of shape, it means “halfway to stability”. This creature suffered from something tragic or debilitating in his past, but has over come it. That the arch is placed on the sleeve indicates confinement of some kind, either physical or social. The leading edge, also of the same color, reinforces his honesty as like the Caniform’s cape reinforces simplicity. Upon his bangle, the circle in his native culture describes a marriage under strict contract, the addition of ovals define immense flexibility within that contract.

On Posture, that his eyes are not on the Caniform entrusts he won’t be attacked, and accepts the other’s protection. They are likely very familiar with each other for the money is not set upon any surface, but held. The Didelphimorph, what most would call an opossum, does not have naturally exquisite eyesight. He’s near sighted, the Caniform knows it, and is aware his kind are mostly nocturnal yet the mid-day sun is high. Here is a merchant pushing his work hours into time of day when he should be asleep.

Bonus Material: The Red Textile

On Color, Red is power, therefore anyone who wears or places for decoration expresses it. Yellow carries various definitions, among them wealth. Black is self-moderation.

On Shape, triangles are important. The diamonds consist of two incomplete triangles, a sign of wealth shared, not hoarded. A bearer gives money to richer folk for investments in various causes, pays their fair taxes, and also gives to the needy below. The inverted, incomplete Yellow triangles near the Black X’s tell of one who gives more to the needy than to the rich. The Black X’s themselves are not viewed as two intersecting lines, but four incomplete triangles, designating establishment of inner peace. The Black Zigzag references inner peace despite unpredictability in life while the Yellow lines around it carry a second, separate definition from the above: financial stability is nearly unbreakable no matter what problems arise. Triangles without bases represent openness and invitation.

Bonus Material: The Money

On Color, the government that issued these notes considers all money equal, no matter who and what circumstances it derives, according to Brown. This includes money from illicit activities with varying stages of illegality and socially negativity. As long as it is legal tender, the government attaches no moral stigma to inanimate money even if it punishes the crime and may deal in shades.

On Shape, the rectangle declares stability of the mint, and the circle is “unchanging”. This society does not rate its money vs. others, being the prime standard. It sets boundary that it does not tolerate counterfeiting, punished by execution for the rectangle is also a block.

Unrelated factors aligned over many centuries, coming together at that precise instant and place, themselves forebears of the future in every aspect where physical and social sciences interact.  

This is World Discipline, more commonly known as Geography. Words are not required, though certainly they help. Walk into a bar in the United States, expect a full serving of beer as the definition of good service, and half considered bad. In another country, let alone world, a full serving of beer may be a local means of saying one should drink and leave, whereas a half- serving means stay: enjoy yourself, and what this place has to offer.

Our Girl

FATHER’S DAY Anon Request: Hi! I thought this would be a cute Drabble, but turns out I actually want a full on oneshot/imagine lol. It’s a Daddy!Sebastian oneshot, where you two have a daughter and she’s born deaf. And the imagine basically goes through the process of raising her, learning sign language, from infanthood all the way to her high school graduation. I just think it’d be super cute if Seb had a deaf child, we’re the best😂. There’s so much culture involved with Deafness and having Deaf family. It’s wonderful!

Tags: fluff, adorable father!Seb

A/N: I chose to name the daughter Francis since St. Francis is the patron saint of the deaf. (please do not be offended by this if you are not religious/don’t believe in the saints–also I’m not insinuating that anyone who isn’t religious/doesn’t believe in the saints is wrong or subject to getting angry over something so small. I just really want everyone to come out and have a good time and enjoy reading regardless of race/religion/sex/sexual orientation. I seriously love everyone so yeah..kind of long ‘disclaimer(?)’)

As always, Requests are OPEN and I’m always ready to talk about whatever anyone wants :)


Sebastian was over the moon when his wife texted him a picture of her positive pregnancy test while he was at work. The couple had been trying to get pregnant for almost a year, using all of the different methods of determining fertilization, planning their weeks around procreating, and making sure (Y/N) wasn’t under any stress, but nothing seemed to work until one crazy night they spent together in a hot tub before Sebastian had to leave for an assignment. He had only been filming for a week before receiving (Y/N)’s text and immediately flying home to be with her. 

He went to her first few appointments before she forced him to get back to work, promising that she will be okay during the next two months. Sebastian was beyond reluctant to miss any part of his wife’s pregnancy, but after much debate and (Y/N) calling his mother to consult, he decided that if he had to miss any part of it, the first trimester would be the easiest. Of course she would be throwing up the entire time, having hot flashes, and easily aggravated, but she had made the decision a long time ago to not take out any of her anger resulting from the pregnancy out on Sebastian…until they were in the delivery room.

(Y/N) loved every minute of being pregnant when Sebastian was around. The second he stepped off the plane and into the airport, he spotted his wife: her hair longer, breasts fuller, and stomach rounding out with his child. He ran to her and hesitated to hug her, not wanted to press himself against her too forcefully, and afraid of crushing the baby in her. Through the second trimester and into the third, he was more attentive during classes and about her body than she was. 

About a month and a half before the due date, Sebastian and (Y/N) were headed toward an event for his friend’s business when he accidently ran a red light. Another vehicle collided with the passenger side of the vehicle, sending (Y/N) to the hospital and into an emergency early labor.

Despite being premature, their daughter was relatively healthy. Of course there were be diseases she would be more susceptible to due to a weakened immune system, but that was something they could deal with. As long as their baby girl was healthy, (Y/N) was happy. Sebastian on the other hand was overwhelmed with guilt. He was too afraid to slam on the breaks so he tried to hurry through the light only to injure his wife and lead to their child being born with underdeveloped cochleas.

(Y/N) remembered when her nephews were around the same age as her daughter and in terms of physical progression–rolling over, crawling, pulling up, walking–she was matching up with them well, but her verbal progression hadn’t advanced past incoherent noises. Neither Sebastian, nor (Y/N) noticed their daughter’s issue until she was enrolled in daycare. The preschool teachers taught the younger children with verbal and sign commands and requests. For instance, when the teachers asked if the children wanted more snacks, they would make flattened ‘O’s with their hands and then bring them together. They taught the children how to say they were hungry, thirsty, done eating, and many others. Slowly, Sebastian started to notice the increase of motions to communicate with her parents during mealtimes. 

“(Y/N),” Sebastian called to his wife as he fed their daughter one morning. “Look closely at what Francis is doing.” Sebastian set down the spoon he was using to feed the girl with and her large blue eyes, inherited from her father, shined up at him with a quiver in her lips. Hurriedly, she pushed her tiny, flattened ‘O’ hands together and started to whimper. Quickly, Sebastian formed the same signs with his hands and mimicked her pattern, a confused look on his face. The girl’s eyes lit up and she screeched in joy as soon as she saw her father pick up the spoon to feed her again.

“Her daycare teacher teaches all of the kids sign language,” (Y/N) explained to her husband while sitting down beside him.

“But watch this,” he interrupted. Again, he dropped the spoon and Francis formed the signs, her small arms moving faster and faster as she saw her father’s lips move but not his hands. The same confused look on his face, coupled with his voice asking “do you want more?” only lead his daughter to start screaming in anxiety as she realized her dad couldn’t understand her.  As soon as Sebastian mimicked her sign, her screams stopped, the tears rolling down her face subsided, and her distressed face changed to an open mouth as soon as she realized he knew what she meant. “Babe,” Sebastian’s voice was weak as he looked up to his wife, afraid of vocalizing his thought. “I think Francis may be deaf.” A few doctors appointments later, the family had arrived at a diagnosis. The emergency induction caused by the accident lead to Francis being born before her cochleas were properly formed.

As they left the hospital, Sebastian could hardly place Francis in her carseat before breaking down. He buckled her in as his wife packed the stroller into the trunk, whispering lightly to himself “Daddy’s so sorry, Frannie. I’m so, so sorry.” (Y/N) could hear her husband’s helpless voice coo to their daughter as she walked up to the car. He wiped his eyes along his sleeves, trying to hide his tears from (Y/N) as she stood before him.

“Seb,” she called out as he fumbled with the carseat. “Babe, what’s the matter?”

“Francis will never be able to hear us,” he stated coldly as he dropped his hands from his daughter’s seatbelt, “and it’s all my fault!” She hurried toward him and he dropped his head onto her shoulder.

“Seb, this is not your fault,” she called as she rubbed her hand along his back.

“If I would have just stopped at that light, she would be okay,” he sighed while rubbing his hands through his hair and staring angrily at the sky.

“She is okay,” (Y/N) stated.

“She can’t hear us, (Y/N)!” Sebastian shouted in aggravation. “Our daughter is deaf because I couldn’t stop at a damn stop light. She won’t have a normal life because of me.”

“Stop talking like that,” she snapped at him in the middle of the hospital parking lot. “Francis is going to have a normal life,” she stated firmly. “There are ways to assist her hearing and there are other ways for her to communicate. Sure it will be harder for her at times, but she has an incredible father who is going to help her though it all. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with her!” He clutched at his chest as his wife’s arms lingered around his waist. He stared at his daughter’s dark hair and bright eyes as she giggled up at her dad.

“I love you so much sweetie,” he cooed again. The girl’s eyes went blank as he spoke which sent one of the worst pains he had ever felt coursing through his body. Immediately, (Y/N) grabbed her husband’s hands and folded his middle and ring fingers back, forming the sign for ‘I love you.’ He held it up to their one year old who giggled and stretched her arms out to her father’s face.

Over time, Sebastian would come to accept that a number of things could have happened the day his daughter was born, including both (Y/N) and Francis being killed. The fact that his daughter was born deaf slowly became something that he could accept blame for. He signed himself and his wife up for ASL classes as soon as they got back to their house that day, informed her daycare teacher of their findings, and thanked the woman repeatedly since they were convinced they wouldn’t have noticed until much later than they had.

When Francis turned five and was about to start school, Sebastian was determined to send her to the New York School for the Deaf. He didn’t want his daughter to grow up being bullied the way he had been during school. In most ways, he was completely clueless in how to relate to his daughter’s ability. It wasn’t until he was speaking with his wife about his concerns with Francis going to public school that the connection he had with his daughter’s situation had been there all along. He knew what it was like to be the odd kid out, to not know how to communicate with everyone around him, and to be ridiculed for something he had no real control over. The taunting and bullying he received as soon as he moved to the US for not knowing much English was the closest thing he could imagine Francis’s public school experience to be like. Despite his wife’s assurance that plenty of students with impaired or no hearing did exceptional in public schools, he was dead set on providing the most appropriate upbringing he could for his daughter.

Francis was an exceptionally intelligent young girl. She was aware of her parents’ concerns for her education and wellbeing, but she wasn’t feeling challenged at her specialized school. As much as she loved being around people who understood her and that she could communicate with, she was very much like her mother in the sense that she knew when she wasn’t getting what she wanted out of life. Before middle school started, Francis came to her parents to ask if she could be enrolled in a regular private school. Sebastian was hesitant and terrified of what could happen to his daughter’s self-esteem, but Francis was direct in her reasoning.

The real world isn’t going to coddle me, she explained, and unless I want to work as a teacher for deaf students, I know I need to get better at communicating with people who aren’t deaf.

Reluctantly, Sebastian agreed under his own condition to buy her better hearing aids.

He didn’t want to say he was surprised at how well Francis had excelled in her new school–he knew his daughter had strong convictions about dedication and perseverance, after all, he had helped mould them into her–but he was excited to see her thrive in areas he feared would prove difficult. There weren’t many other kids at her school we also had hearing impairments, but there was a girl in Francis’s art class who learned the ASL alphabet just to tell Francis her name. The two became best friends and the more the girl visited Francis’s home, the more sign language she learned through (Y/N) and Sebastian.

(Y/N) dealt more with their daughter’s concerns about dating than Sebastian did. Francis had come to her mother somewhat in tears over stress and being teased by other girls for the way she sounded on the rare occasion that she spoke. Her mother told Francis that if a deaf man could become one of the world’s most renowned musical composures, then any man should be able to learn to love her for everything about her. It wasn’t until Francis was seventeen that she fully realized all that her father had done for her in the area of dating. As it turns out, one of Francis’s closest guy friends had gathered the courage to ask Francis’s father to teach him some ASL so that he could communicate with Francis in a way she was comfortable with. Seeing the boy’s initiative, Sebastian agreed and managed to keep it a secret from his wife and daughter until the boy decided to ask Francis to prom in front of her parents in sign.

As Sebastian sat alongside his beautiful wife, gazing out across the large crowd of seniors dressed in their graduation robes, he couldn’t help the single tear that streamed down his face. The memory of his breakdown in the hospital parking lot seventeen years ago over his fear of Francis’s life being ruined because of his stupid mistake seemed childish. He hated to think that he could have ever thought of his daughter being less capable of success than anyone else’s child because of her deafness. Sebastian watched intently as the young woman tailored with all of his and his wife’s best features walked onto the stage at graduation to deliver her salutatorian address, both in sign and verbally. Pride swelled in his heart to see how far she had come; her determination to be different as well as her dedication to adapt to the situation she had been born into led her to being one of the most inspirational people in his life.

As soon as Francis finished her speech and the crowd roared with applause, she turned toward the spot in the crowd she had seen her parents in earlier and threw her thumbs, index fingers, and pinky fingers into the air as forcefully as she could, as if shouting her love to them. Both Sebastian and (Y/N) recreated the sign in each of their hands and propelled their arms toward their daughter watching her confidently dominate the stage. “That’s our girl,” Sebastian said through a blinding smile as he wrapped his arms around his wife, kissed her head and continued to beam with pride.

Hey you, this is important

I’m sorry for interrupting your scrolling, but this is really important! 

 1. Please, drink some water and stay hydrated. 

 2. If you haven’t already eaten something, grab some fruit or something relatively healthy along with that glass o’ H20 

 3. If it’s really late/you haven’t slept, the tag you’re in will still be there after a nap. Sleep is important and I don’t need you missing out on it! 

 4. Open a window or go outside for a little bit. The fresh air could help clear your mind. 

 5. Try not to be on tumblr too much, there’s a whole world out there and there’s probably something else you could be doing.

 6. WORK ON AN ASSIGNMENT OR STUDY IF YOU’VE BEEN PROCRASTINATING! By putting it off until the last minute, you’re just going to get more stressed about it. 

 7. Take care of yourselves. That’s my #1 goal.

Originally posted by nikforovs

Whenever I have a patient over 100 that’s relatively healthy and energetic for their age, I always ask them what they believe their secret has been to living so long and when I get home I write it down. They’re a bit paraphrased because I write them down later but here’s a few of the responses I’ve gotten so far:

“Well, I always eat an apple first thing in the morning, before coffee or tea or breakfast. I’ve been eating an apple every morning for 30 or 40 years. They say it keeps the doctor away.”

“Scotch. I drink it every night. Scotch, and I go for a walk every day, rain or shine. I’ve never missed my walk.”

“I don’t think I have a secret. Well… I had fun. I never took life too seriously and I always had fun with things. You can’t take life too seriously.”

“I wanted to learn everything. I took one or two classes every year and got my Bachelor’s degree at 68. But I could never choose a major because instead of learning a lot about one thing I wanted to learn a little bit about everything.”

“I dance!”

A-Z NSFW: Doyoung

Originally posted by taesyong

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

A = Aftercare 
Our little bunny is the sweetest ever, Doyoung can’t rest without knowing you’re okay afterwards. I feel like Doyoung’s aftercare is being very adamant about you coming to join him in the bath for a very innocent session of getting clean and relaxing your muscles in the warm water.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Doyoung’s hands are so pretty y’all…he favors his hands, mostly because he has a habit of just barely trailing his fingers over your skin, and he watches how you react to his touch; whimpering, squirming, panting lightly. He loves how the lightest of touch can have you literally in the palm of his hand. On you, it’s your thighs, mainly because he’s grabby in the bed and it’s not uncommon to find marks from his fingers the next morning. There’s just something about the soft skin beneath his fingers, and so easily being able to leave his mark there, he loves it.

C = Cum 
I think he’s kind of conscious about cumming, he doesn’t really like making a mess with it. If he’s not wearing a rubber #RubberUpForDan he tries his best to make sure it’s on your tummy or somewhere he can easily clean you up. Last thing he wants to do is have to strip the bed and wash the sheets before he can flop back down and cuddle with you.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Doyoung doesn’t keep much from you, you two have a very open and honest relationship. But generally, when you’re sleeping beside the person you’re having a wet dream about, and have to get up to change your underwear because you came in your sleep, that’s normally something you keep to yourself.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I don’t think Doyoung is very experience, but I think he knows way too much. I feel like he’d be one of the cases when after you have sex and he drops the ball that it’s the first time he’s done it, it just kind of slaps you in the face like bitch what? Plus, honestly I think Johnny has told all of them too goddamn much anyways, Doyoung certainly knows what he’s doing, he just needs to put it to the test…

F = Favorite position
I feel like he’s a fairly cuddly bunbun, so I get the feeling that his favorite is probably spooning. He can hold you, touch you, it’s fairly comfortable, and it gets the job done.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Listen…the boy’s a good actor, had Taeyong lookin like a chump for falling for his ‘I’m so sick’ act, so at the very least, he can put his playful ways away when you’re in the bedroom. I think he’s a good mix though, it’s about 50/50 that’s he’s serious and intense, or he can just as easily be the cute, happy lil Doyoung we know.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
I think he’s fairly clean…I have nothing to say to prove my theory, I can’t find a picture of his tummy to check his happy trail for some reason, but he just doesn’t give me a vibe of a guy that doesn’t keep his junk tamed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Doyoung is another ‘movie romance’ boy, he’s finds the whole act tedious, he knows you love him, he knows you know he loves you, there’s not really a point in doing the whole romance thing. He’ll certainly go all out for your birthday, or if you’re celebrating something, but besides that, he’s sure that cuddling you and cooing about how much he adores you and is lucky to have you gets the job done just as well as a fire hazard of candles.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Jerking off isn’t something on his list at most cases, he doesn’t have a crazy hormone drive, he’s pretty far past the random boners part of his life. So 99% of the time, whatever slightly got him going, he carries it in the spank bank for when he next sees you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Like I said, marking is kind of his thing, but specifically on your thighs. He’s not much a marker where people can see it, i.e. neck. Even though he knows it’d never happen, Doyoung had the image one day of someone trying to hit you up, and seeing his marks completely covering your upper thighs and hips and just knowing you were someone else’s and he really liked that idea. So subconsciously(or not) he marks the hell out of your hips and upper thighs, covering them in his finger prints, hickies, little love bites, the works. They’re hidden beneath your bottoms but he knows they’re there. You know they’re there. And that’s the fun part; it’s your guys’ little secret.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Because he likes do go for multiple rounds, the safest and most comfortable place is obviously the bedroom, so he doesn’t stray much from there. A handful of times he’d be too lazy or excited to make it to the bedroom and just bends you over the kitchen counter. Aside from the rare occasion he can’t get to the bedroom, bedroom is the norm for him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Your relationship is pretty open, with each other there’s no secrets or hiding, if you want something, say it. But typically every time you two have sex, starts off with a make out session, your hands in his hair, bodies pressed against one another. Not just a kiss, and he knows the make out is only the start of a very long night.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
One of the things he made very apparent when you got together and started being sexual, is that he doesn’t want it to leave the house. There’s no way to talk him into sex in any public place, even if you’re behind a locked door, he just can’t and won’t do it. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Like I said, foreplay is arguably Doyoung’s favorite part of sex, he loves getting you worked up and ready for him with his long fingers and talented tongue. He cums kind of quick-ish, so unless it’s just a blowjob and sex isn’t what you’re getting up to, he normally opts out for just a handjob, he’s much more into pleasing you than anything.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
I think Doyoung is actually pretty fast, not rough, it’s oddly gentle and loving, just a really quick pace. But his hands are the opposite, so while he’s pounding for all it’s worth, his hands are very softly trailing over your body, grasping you, touching between your legs, it’s a perfect fix of insanity and peace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s quite a spazz with sex, it’s on a whim and kind of fast. That being said, he makes up for that with foreplay, Doyoung’s not happy if he has to bypass the fun of foreplay, he’s not a fan of quickies. If it’s right before you have to leave, he literally spends the whole time you could have been fucking, wondering if it’s worth it since his favorite part will have to be skipped. You can count the amount of times you’ve had quickies on one hand, it’s a very rare occurrence. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I think he’s a pretty standard guy in the bedroom, I don’t think his imagination strays further than “basic” sex acts, if it involves having to get a chair, he’s never heard of it, let alone thought of it. I don’t think he’d turn away the idea, maybe get him one of those ‘try a new sex position every night’ type of books, he’ll try to keep up. But you’d have to be the one to propose the new things, Doyoung isn’t going to.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
I need to stop with thinking he’s a goddamn rabbit, but I can’t resist, the boy fucks like a rabbit, he’s very erratic and can just roll into another round with barely a few minute pause to catch your breath. Once he’s actually in you, I don’t think he last that long, just a few minutes, but he’s quickly regenerated and ready to go before you can think again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
His hands are his favorite toys to use on you, Doyoung isn’t the biggest fan of toys, they could never touch the spots in you his fingers can, so really he just thinks they’re lacking and don’t think they’re worth spending money on for the maybe 3 times you’ll use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Aside from messing with you with his fingers, building the mood, or foreplay, he’s not a very big tease. A few times he’s feeling exceptionally naughty and teases you for an hour straight until you’re a mess of begging and pleading, but on the norm he complies easily when you tell him to stop and that you want him now. He doesn’t hold out when you desire him so much.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Doyoung has some top notch vocals, I’ll fight anyone that says otherwise. We know a singer like that won’t be quiet in the bed, he’s a full blown moaner, it’d be a wonder if he can breath a word between them, he just falls head into the pleasure and it just sounds like a masterpiece. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Your first time together was the stereotypical oh we’re joking around, ahaha we’re laughing, oops you’re on top of me lol oh…is that a boner… shit you see in movies. You were having a relatively healthy lunch with vegetables and the whole shabang, and when you see Doyoung nibbling on a carrot, how could you resist bringing up the bunny joke? That lead to him tickling you in retaliation, that led to him pinning you down, and a very unceremonial, “so uh…you wanna do it…”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Why do I ask my Nana about thisNana said because he’s kinda thin and lanky, that his dick matches i fucking can’t He’s longer than the average, but he’s on the thinner side of the spectrum.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I thing Doyoung has a pretty steady sex drive, not crazy above or below average. He has moments every once in a while where it spikes up a bit, and you spend the weekend cooped up in the bedroom, but on the norm, it’s pretty tamed and leveled.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I feel like Doyoung is a snuggler, he likes that contact y’all. He’s ready to curl up with you and sleep as soon as you’re calmed down and clean, he’s really out like a light.

Ease - Part 11

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.4k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

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“I want you to update me on what happens,” said Jungkook, the night before your field trip. “What Taehyung says to you and all that.”

You scoffed. “Jungkook, stop being protective. Taehyung’s never going to do anything; he’s also still probably broken up over Yeji, so I can’t exactly not talk to him.”

“Still,” he shrugged shiftily, “you’d better tell him that I’m with you now. Even if it might be difficult.”

He hugged you tightly before you left, while you muttered that you’re technically weren’t ‘official’, but Jungkook ignored you.

“Remember to text me how it’s going!” he called to your retreating back.

“Yes, mother!”


It was the first time you’d seen Taehyung since the night of the café, so not only were you worried about how he’d been coping, but also how to tell him, without rubbing it in his face, that you were seeing Jungkook.

Your major class had been taken on a trip to a museum, which was a large building with several floors and rooms branching off in every direction. The ceiling was impressive by itself, as the patterned glass with a large chandelier allowed light to flood the room. Jungkook’s words rung in your head, but you’d seen a huge ‘no phones’ sign as you entered and there were numerous members of staff milling about the place, so you weren’t going to risk sending a message for the sake of Jungkook’s motherliness. Instead, you scanned the crowd for the familiar face of your best friend, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“You may go off and do your own thing, but remember to have lunch and meet me back here at 4,” announced your teacher. “No excuses. Remember to be respectful to others and take notes; I may include some of this in the test next week.”

Although everyone nodded, there were several small sighs as they realised that they couldn’t completely slack off. After thank you’s had been said, students split off from the group as they went to explore, leaving you standing at the entrance by yourself. You hadn’t needed to make any friends in your class, as you’d always relied on Taehyung being there, and no one had bothered with you, either. In fact, you were pretty sure no one even knew your name.

However, as the crowd thinned, you finally spotted Taehyung standing next to a statue, peering up at the chiselled face in wonder. As your heart rate increased at the sight, you almost bounced over to him, a relieved smile on your face.

“Tae! There you are. I couldn’t see you on the coach.”

Taehyung turned around, and you were surprised to see that he looked relatively healthy. Although he still had dark circles and his eyes lacked their usual shine, he didn’t look like he was suffering from heartbreak. But then again, that’s Taehyung for you, you thought to yourself. He’s the king of hiding his emotions so you think he’s fine, but in reality, you never know what’s going on underneath.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, lacking enthusiasm in his tone.

“Have you been eating properly?” you asked, as he avoided eye contact. “I hope you’ve been okay, I know these past few days haven’t been-”

“I’m fine,” he interrupted, readjusting his cap so that his long hair covered his eyes. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket, he walked away, leaving you by the statue. He stopped not far off and looked back, as if he expected you to keep up with him despite the moody response he’d given you.

Sighing at his obstinance, you followed the older boy, throwing him more questions but earning similar, half-hearted replies. Taehyung refused to look at you, and with a mask covering his mouth, it made you feel as if he’d shut himself off, building a wall so that you couldn’t go near him. You racked your brains to figure out if you’d done anything wrong, but as far as you were aware, you’d parted on good terms. Perhaps this was just the consequence of the Yeji situation, you thought.

Taehyung stood behind a glass case, looking down at the objects inside and reading the labels alongside them. You tried to do the same, but you weren’t really looking, the objects merging with one another as you struggled to come up with ideas of what to do next. Clearly, words weren’t working, seeing as Taehyung had clammed up and refused to say more than two words at a time.

“Do you want to talk about it? Because if you don’t, just say and I’ll stop bothering you. I don’t really fancy having a one-sided conversation for the whole day.” You didn’t mean for it to sound sassy, but recently you’d found yourself getting annoyed at the smallest of things. It was mainly directed at Jungkook, as whenever he got snappy you found yourself arguing back, or whenever he talked about Taehyung you backed up your friend instead of him. It was out of character for you, because usually with Taehyung, you knew when to take a step back before things got too heated. But the stress of the dance competition and the pressure from Jungkook and the worries of Taehyung were taking its toll.

So, when Taehyung moved on to another glass case instead of answering your question, you spun around and stalked off, his behaviour beginning to make your skin crawl. You didn’t trust yourself to talk calmly, and that’s why you found yourself glowering on a couch in a silent room. The seat was shaped like a large splodge of paint, with places to sit formed between the rise and fall of the arms. It was on the fourth floor at the back of the museum, so although it had a huge, old clock facing outwards on the window with rusting Roman numerals for visitors to look at, it was dead. Sitting with your arms and legs crossed and staring out the clock at the river below, you let your annoyance fizzle out by grumbling a stream of curse words under your breath in as many languages as you knew.

You understood he was going through a tough time, and you could make allowances for his behaviour, but at that moment, you needed to take some time off. Taehyung rarely had mood swings and you rarely got angry, but since going to university and experiencing all of the hardships that went along with it, both of you had taken cuts and bruises, leaving you raw.

You’d only been sitting there for a few minutes before you heard someone totter into the room, making their way to the strangely shaped couch. They sat in the seat next to you, but due to the circular design and the small hills between each seat, you could only see their legs stretched out in front of them. Luckily, you knew Taehyung’s wardrobe inside out.

“I want to talk about it,” was all Taehyung said.

Without much hesitation, you leant forward in your seat so you could see his face. This time, you could clearly see the pained expression as he stared at a single spot on the floor, his eyes shining and his interlocked hands twisting. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, despite all the years of knowing him. It was a mix of regret and disappointment, but the muscle popping in his neck suggested anger. You got up and squashed yourself next to Taehyung, even though there was barely enough room for one person, but Taehyung never cared about personal space when it came to you, so thankfully he made as much space as he could.

It felt odd having him that close to you again, with your hips pressed firmly together and your bodies so packed in that you felt his ribs contract and relax as he breathed. He still had his honey scent, and you couldn’t help feeling nostalgic to all the times where you hid in storerooms together to avoid doing sports or got in the back of Taehyung’s parent’s car with his siblings when they had a very small car. The memories made your heart lift, but you forced it back down again.

You’re seeing Jungkook now, you told yourself firmly. Move on.

“Yeji told me the reason she dated me,” he swallowed, looking down at his lap. Although you grabbed his hand in comfort, you felt your palms go clammy as you realised what Yeji must’ve said to Taehyung. “To put it simply, she never liked me in the first place. I remember everyone being so shocked why Yeji asked me out so quickly after we first kissed, and so did I, but I didn’t question it. I just thought that she had been wanting to date me for ages. In fact, I wasn’t really focused on a lot of things. I think I barely noticed that she wasn’t very happy with me, because I was… I was in my own little world.

“Yeji told me everything. She actually fancied Jimin, but Jimin had told her to ask me out before he would consider dating her. He apparently told her that it was a joke, but she thought she’d do it anyway because then Jimin might take her seriously. But Jimin found out about us dating and told Yeji that she shouldn’t have gone through with it because he still wasn’t going to date her. That’s what I saw them arguing about the other day. So, the only reason Yeji was with me was to get Jimin’s attention. She never liked me, Y/N, never. And I feel like a damn fool. She told me all this and then she split up with me, saying that I deserve someone who loves me and to go chase… whatever.”

The more he spoke, the worse you felt. You tried to shroud your heart to make it thicker, but the bitterness in his tone tore it to shreds and you were left feeling terrible. You couldn’t say anything to console him, because you would’ve been lying through your teeth. This wasn’t news to you, and the guilt was putting your acting skills to the test. You rubbed your thumb against his hand and rested your head against his, letting his hair tickle your cheek while hoping that Taehyung didn’t ask you any questions.

Luckily, he tried his best at making things light-hearted as he grew uncomfortable with the silence you’d created. “But I’ll get over it. Worse things are happening in the world, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s still difficult,” you muttered. This reminded you of what Jungkook had said to you earlier: ‘you’d better tell him that I’m with you now. Even if it might be difficult’. Was this the right time? Is it best to just get all the hard words out of the way?

Telling Taehyung would feel like you were lying to him. It would suggest that the feelings you admitted for him were gone, and that you were completely focused on Jungkook. As much as you wished that were true, the burning sensation in the pit of your chest and the nervousness running up your legs told you otherwise.

Taking a deep breath, you made a quick decision. “Tae, I’ve got something to tell you too.”

Taehyung nodded, his usual steady gaze now darting across the wooden panels on the floor. “I already know,” he whispered softly.

“Oh.”

When you didn’t respond further, he slowly nodded, his eyes still flickering downwards. “That’s great.”

You swallowed your pride and nodded in agreement. When you were with Jungkook, it was easy to forget about your feelings for Taehyung and instead focus on whatever you had with Jungkook, but in that moment, you couldn’t help wondering if you were doing the right thing. Of course, Jungkook was sweet and funny with a childish side that kept you on your toes, but there were also things about him that got you questioning whether you were forcing something that would never work. He was hot-headed, protective, and he hadn’t established which lines he shouldn’t cross with you. Being with Taehyung reminded you of how comfortable you could be, because you knew each other inside out so you didn’t need to try with your friendship. It just… happened.

You shook yourself out of your reverie. Taehyung was probably well aware of what you felt for him, and yet there were no signs that those feelings were reciprocated. He didn’t see you in that way, whereas Jungkook did. Sure, you were going to have to work hard for your relationship to work, but you were determined not to pine for what could’ve been with Taehyung. Jungkook was right; he hadn’t been thinking of you. Although he’d made up for it when it was pointed out to him, not once had Jungkook forgotten about you or left you for someone else. You were doing the right thing. Doing the best thing.

“And do you still… like me?” he asked tentatively, causing your stomach to flip.

The answer was at the tip of your tongue, one breath away from slipping out of your mouth. It was the real answer, the one taking a beating at your conscience every time Jungkook smiled at you with gentle eyes and blushed cheeks. The easiest option was to say that you liked the boy who saw your dancing and the joy in your eyes, but the boy currently pressed against your side saw your fiery temper and learnt your deep thoughts, and still accepted you as you were.

But you sometimes, the easiest option wasn’t always the most honest.

Taehyung looked up with a sorrowful gaze, and as you locked eyes, you knew he saw straight through you. Although you didn’t respond to his question, a shy smile appeared on his lips, making you turn red and look away in shame. However, Taehyung squeezed you hand as if to say it’s okay, I understand.

“Come on,” Taehyung said suddenly, standing up and holding out his hand to help you. “We’ve got hours left here, and it’s only fair to celebrate that you’re no longer single, because that’s a miracle in itself.”

“You little bastard,” you groaned, but there was a smile on your face, knowing that Taehyung’s coping mechanism was keeping busy and insulting you at the same time. “The sad thing is, I’m technically still single, just not available.”

Taehyung grinned, his eyes glinting. “It’s a miracle that you even managed that,” he said cheekily.

“You’d better run, Taehyung, while you still can,” you threatened.

However, Taehyung just laughed, throwing his head back as he did so. The sound filled your heart with happiness, the nagging thoughts of Jungkook and the guilt about Yeji disappearing. “Come on,” he repeated, “let’s go have some fun.”

Taehyung took your hand gently and pulled you into room after room, and you soon relaxed and let the weight of your worries be lost in the back of your mind. Taehyung found most of the paintings hilarious, laughing at their expressions and managing to mimic the same face in each one, causing your camera roll to be filled with Taehyung posing next to paintings. It was just like old times, as you pointed out the ugliest statues and said ‘that’s you’ while Taehyung said he couldn’t tell the difference between you and the litter bins. It was as if time had been rewound back to your high school days when you went on similar trips, with your classmates asking Taehyung to hang out with them, but he always refused and stayed with you. You constantly objected, telling him to be with his other friends, but his response was always ‘who needs other friends when I have an idiot best friend?’ or ‘they don’t laugh at my jokes like you do’.

There were small booths playing videos explaining the history behind the knowledge in the museum, which you and Taehyung were more than happy to sit in to rest your legs. Taehyung watched each video eagerly, leaning forward on his seat as his eyes followed whatever was on the screen. You found yourself getting fidgety during an extremely long video about science, and you couldn’t keep still. Taehyung was intently focused, so you thought you would slip away to grab a snack in the café room before you fell asleep.

“I’ll be back,” you whispered in his ear.

However, Taehyung flung his arm across your lap to prevent you from standing. “It won’t be long now,” he muttered, knowing that you were getting bored.

His hand gripped onto your leg, and although he wasn’t holding on very tightly, you didn’t try and fight him. Instead, you let him absentmindedly play with the fraying rip in your jeans, his thumb stroking your exposed skin and sending tingles through your veins. Not good, your mind was shouting at you. Think of Jungkook, think of Jungkook. But you couldn’t. You knew that there had to be boundaries, but you couldn’t bring yourself to build them, especially when you’d been having such a good time. It was funny how the simplest act of affection from Taehyung left you immobile, whereas if someone else had done the same, you wouldn’t have noticed the roughness of the hands or the coldness of a bracelet trailing against your skin. But you removed Taehyung’s hand and went to the café anyway, telling yourself it meant nothing to you.


After leaving the museum and arriving back on campus, you turned on your phone as immediately it bleeped and buzzed with the missed calls and text messages flooding the screen, with one name on each one: Jungkook.

Not bothering to read his frantic words, you called him back straightaway. The phone only rang twice before he picked up. “Why didn’t you text me?” he asked, not bothering with hellos.

“We weren’t allowed phones inside,” you explained, watching your classmates say goodbye to each other before making their way home. “I would’ve got it confiscated if I’d tried.”

You heard him sigh at the other end. “I was so worried,” he muttered, but despite how quietly he spoke, you picked up on the upset tone.

“I’m fine.”

There was a silence, in which you imagined Jungkook biting his lip in thought. “I think we should practice tonight.”

“Ah, Jungkook,” you moaned, “I’m so tired! Let’s do it another night.”

“Well… if you’re sure… it might do you good, you know. I don’t want you being sad by yourself.”

“And why would I be sad?”

“You saw Taehyung today. Usually that doesn’t put you in the best of moods.”

You thought about it for a few moments, thinking back on the times where you yearned for Taehyung so much that it reduced you to tears whenever you realised that you didn’t stand a chance. “No, I feel better. Much better, actually. We had a good time.” Telling Jungkook this probably wasn’t your best plan of action, but you didn’t want to lie about feeling happy.

That’s what hit you the hardest. You should’ve been feeling worse, you should’ve been aching for him and wishing that it could be different, that there could be more between you. All the anguish and sorrow from the past few months was no longer there, and you knew it was because Yeji was out of the picture. You wished there was some part of you that was sad, as talking to Jungkook and hearing the longing in his voice would’ve been easier to accept if you had been. Because when you were sad, Jungkook could pick you up and take you under his wing, but because you were happy, you didn’t need his comfort. You didn’t need that longing. Sometimes, loving Taehyung got you out of bed in the morning, but sometimes, it left you crying into the sheets and wishing someone could help you up.

“I’d better go home,” you uttered, before hanging up the phone on the silent Jungkook.

He wasn’t happy, and you knew it was because he didn’t like the idea of you having a good time with Taehyung. Jungkook was aware that you hadn’t moved on from him, so his protective side was in overdrive because of it.

Were you just giving Jungkook false hope? Could he really help you move on? He was willing to love you, but it felt like a fairy tale; it was a pleasant idea, but when put into the real world, it felt flat and unthrilling. Instead, you yearned for something you couldn’t have, along with the intense fear that it would be all you’d ever feel.

catsupy  asked:

Is Cutiefly a relatively healthy breed? I'm only asking, because not many people seem to breed them. What are some of the problems they may have? Temperment issues, chronic disease? My Cutiefly seems perfectly fine, but it's always good to know.

Cutiefly are fairly delicate bug-types, which tends to turn a lot of people off. Many trainers prefer the rugged capacities of, say, Scyther or the quick evolution time of Caterpie and its ilk.

That said, they do have their fair share of fans and, unfortunately, over-breeding. Over-bred Cutiefly are prone to anxiety, brittle-wing syndrome, lethargy, and eye issues.

Often, tame Cutiefly are prone to weight issues, although this isn’t breeding-related. Their small size and big appetites make it tempting to skip a training day or add a few extra Poképuffs to lunch.

Black love is deliberately undervalued, and calling for interracial relationships in media where it would end with a black person with a white person isn’t really as positive of representation as you might think. This isn’t to say that being in an interracial relationship is bad or you’re self-hating or giving in to white supremacy or something.

There’s a huge difference between a real flesh and blood person making a choice and a written character who is… a written character and obviously doesn’t have any agency… being written to make certain choices. These decisions the writers make do not exist in a vacuum, and need to be examined in the same context that they’re written in.

Like, I can see why people would think that an interracial relationship is inherently revolutionary or whatever! Especially when you’re looking at it as a white character choosing to be with a nonwhite character. But when you’re looking at it from the other side–a nonwhite especially black character choosing to be with a white character, often rejecting other black characters to cement this relationship… it’s a lot less pretty.

Black people are already told that we’re the lowest choice. That choosing absolutely anyone but another black person is an upgrade. It’s especially troubling when you consider that most the time interracial relationships with black characters involve white characters, and not nonblack characters of color.

Outside of media made for black people by black people–and Im talking mostly shit from before we lost predominately black shows and wound up with one black person per show instead!–I can think of very few examples of healthy portrayals of black love in media.

(Of course you can argue that there are few truly healthy relationships on TV, but I’m not even talking ideal here! You can see so so many more relatively healthy white/white relationships than you can black/black relationships… the default is to write these relationships as less healthy, with less love and less respect.)

This isn’t to say that any time you write an interracial relationship with a black character you’re messing up, but like. Seriously look at what you’re writing, especially when the other person is white. How does your writing treat other characters of color? Other black characters? Why did you decide to write this character white and this one black?

Examine your own intentions.

Salt 'n' Pepper-Tony Stark x Reader One Shot

(A/N: This is set just after the first Avengers film, so we still have JARVIS as an android and everyone is happy. Also, Tony and Pepper aren’t a thing, sorry Pepperony shippers.)

Summary: Tony can get so busy managing his company and being Iron Man that he sometimes forgets about his partner (Y/N). As she sees how close he becomes with Pepper Potts, she can’t help the rising jealousy consume her, making her a very unhappy woman indeed.

Characters: Tony Stark x Reader, Pepper Potts x Reader (sort of enemies?), Bruce Banner x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings:


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“JARVIS, where is Tony?” I asked the android as I exited my shared bedroom with my partner.

He hadn’t come back to bed that night and I had a feeling I knew where he was.

“Mr Stark is currently in his lab, Miss (Y/L/N).” he replied.

“Has he eaten anything?”

“Mr Stark has only consumed an alarming amount of coffee.”

I sighed.“Thanks JARVIS.”

Of course he hadn’t eaten. He never worried about himself, his brain was taken over with science. Stopping by the kitchen, I grabbed a glass of orange juice before making a bowl of cereal. My mind did think about making him some pancakes but he needed something relatively healthy. Carrying it down to the lab I knew what sort of mood he was going to be in. He would just want to get on with his work, not be bothered with anything or anyone else.

It was hard loving him though I wouldn’t ever change it. We met at a party (surprise, surprise), I had tagged along with a friend, it was was for some sort of science convention; we bumped into each other and of course I knew who he was. We had talked the whole night, he too wasn’t the most enthusiastic about the event. One thing led to another and then we ended up becoming a couple.

Unfortunately that did mean that paparazzi and journalists were following my every move. I was introduced to a whole new world, not only with the media but with his superhero side. I was an easy target for his enemies, he knew that and was so hesitant to announce us. However it accidentally slipped out after the battle of New York where he almost died; I couldn’t help but dote on him afterwards, mistakingly showing off PDA, but what was done was done. He was fighting aliens and risked his life for the human race, there was no way I wasn’t not going to show my affection.

When I arrived to the lab, the doors were locked which meant he didn’t want to be disturbed. That didn’t mean anything to me anymore.

“Tony?” I knocked on the glass door with my foot.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“(Y/N). Can you please let me in? I have food.”

The doors slid open and I hopped in as if they would quickly trap me inside them. I found him standing at a desk which had tools laid about, he was tinkering with a circuit board.

“When you said food I thought you meant something interesting, not slop.” he commented as he looked up at me.

I chuckled.“It’s not slop. This is better than nothing. Come on, put your stuff down and eat.”

I took his arm, dragging him towards a table free of any technology, sitting him down and kissing his cheek. He whined like a child, only making me laugh more. Tony stared at it, not moving an inch.

“You know, you haven’t even come to bed.”

“I know.” he started to drink the orange juice. At least he was having something.

“I miss you. Are you working on something big?”

“Just upgrading the suits. Trying out a few new things on them. Everything is damaged after the fight though.”

“I can imagine.”

Tony looked so tired. S.H.I.E.L.D just swooped in and took over, dumping the whole alien attack on the team. What with him almost dying things hadn’t got any easier. He would have nightmares constantly which meant he tried to keep himself awake, he was always always trying to improve the Iron Man suits as a distraction from everything. It was going to take time for him to get back to normal.

“Morning Mr Stark.” a voice came from the entrance of the lab.

I internally groaned. Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark industries and former assistant to Tony had just walked through that door. I wanted to get along with her, I really did, but after I saw how she acted around Tony I couldn’t fathom it. Always flirting and constantly around him; I knew that they had to be together quite a lot of the time seeing as she too ran the company but she didn’t have to be so flirty with him.

“Oh, Miss (Y/L/N), I did not see you there.” she greeted almost rudely as she placed a bag of McDonald’s breakfast in front of Tony.

I didn’t miss her hand stroking the back of his as she passed the bag. Tony disregarded the food I brought, digging into the fast food. He must have seen the hurt in my face before he started to explain.

“I asked her to bring it.”

“But I made you cereal.”

“Yeah and I appreciate that, but I need this instead. She was passing one as she came here.”

“Speaking of,” Pepper pulled out a tablet from her bag, tapping away,“you have people to see and things to sign.”

He gathered up his food.“Nope, I’m out.”

“Tony-”

“I’m going out and by that I mean staying in.”

I interrupted.“Tony you need to do these things. If you keep putting it off it’ll just build up. Maybe it will be good to get out.”

“She’s right Tony.” Pepper added, my eyes rolling.

He bit into his breakfast burger, contemplating it.“Neither of you are gonna give up, huh?”

Both of us shook out heads. Tony sighed after swallowing, turning away for a brief second.

“Fine. Seems like it’s important.”

Pepper smiled.“Great. Well I’ll arrange everything to be transferred to the afternoon, you can rest up and get cleaned up-”

“No. Leave it as it is.”

“Ok, your first appointment is in two hours. I’ll uh, leave you guys alone.” she was hesitant to go, probably thinking I would instead, it was evident in her face but she did so anyway.

Tony munched on his breakfast, clearly enjoying it. I didn’t want to mention anything about how uncomfortable to was with Pepper, he had enough on his mind already. I trusted him not to do anything, even if she advanced; though I prayed she wouldn’t either to maintain a professional relationship with her boss.

“I’m sorry about the breakfast.” Tony suddenly said, offering me a bite of his burger. I knew he was trying to hunt about Pepper.

I smiled, taking it from him.“It’s ok.”

“Didn’t want to bother you. You looked peaceful in your sleep.”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Wait, so you did come back to the room?”

“Yeah, but then I had stuff to do.”

I grabbed one of his hands.“I wouldn’t care if you woke me you know. It would be kinda nice to see you once in a while.”

He squeezed it back.“Sorry, just keeping myself busy.”

“I know that’s how you cope. Could you just come to bed tonight? Please? Just tonight and I won’t nag anymore.”

He chuckled.“Course.”


*~*~*~*~*~*

Tony and Pepper had left for the meetings now and I was left with nothing to do. I didn’t work, I used to before dating Tony. The job I used to have wasn’t a good pay, I was living off bare minimum really. Although I wasn’t a particular fan of work (based on past experience, I wasn’t a brat) it was common knowledge that you had to work to get money. Tony saw how unhappy I was, lending me money whenever I needed it until he suggested that I move in with him and quit my job. Never had I said yes quicker.

After being together for a couple of years, he started to trust me with the money by myself. Because I wasn’t working, I decided that charity work would suffice. Tony was charitable himself meaning it wasn’t a problem with him. However, there were no events coming up that needed to be planned so I was stuck in the tower. I had already worked out that morning, watched tv and even attempted cooking (I wasn’t very skilled in the kitchen). I could have gone out but I didn’t want to deal with paparazzi and all of my friends were working.

Heading into the kitchen to grab a snack, someone was already in there. I recognised the lab cost and dark, wavy hair.

“Hey Bruce.” I greeted walking towards him.

“Oh, hi.” he sent me a small smile.

“What you doing up here? Aren’t you in the labs all day?”

“Well, people do need nourishment.”

“True, could have asked one of your workers to get it though.”

“I’d prefer to do it myself. Not good with all these people get.”

“Well you do what you want Bruce.” I grabbed a bag of crisps about to walk away before he stopped me.

“Uh, a-are things ok with you and Tony?”

Why was he asking me this?

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“He asked me to keep an eye on you which sort of led me to believe that you had some sort of argument?”

“No, no arguments….” my sentence trailed off as I realised why Tony was curious.“It’s because of Pepper.”

“Pepper? Pepper Potts?”

“Yeah, she…I don’t really like her being around Tony, she can get a bit flirty.”

“Oh. Have you talked to him about it?”

“I can’t right now. He’s so stressed from everything that has happened. He’s not sleeping or eating well, his social skills are out the window; I just want him back.”

“I know I’m not an expert on love and relationships but I think it would be wise to speak with him. Maybe he’ll see how you’re feeling and spend time with you, it could make him feel better too.”

Bruce’s words played on and on in my head throughout the day. He was right. It had to be said soon. I just didn’t want Tony getting any worse; his PTSD had got worse, he didn’t need my whining on top of it.

“What are you thinking about?” Tony’s voice made me jump.

After a long debate with myself on what to do, I had found myself in the lab. Perhaps it was because Tony was always there and this was one of the only ways I felt close to him.

“Can…can I talk to you?” I stuttered, hating that my nerves were getting the better of me.

“Is this about Pepper or the neglect?” he asked, though I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be mean.

I was caught of guard.“Tony…that’s not how I want to word it.”

He loosened his tie as he stood nearer.“But that’s the word for it.”

“I’m just not a fan of her, she’s always trying to push my buttons by flirting with you.”

“It’s her nature.”

“No it’s not!” my voice raised.

He seemed taken back.

I groaned, pusing the chair back, making it screech against the floor.“I don’t want to argue. I want my Tony back even though I know you’re dealing with things but so is everyone else. You know what, just get Pepper to live here with you cause she might as well.”

“Don’t make this about her-”

“Why not Tony? She’s always here, let’s decorate one of the rooms for her. Better yet, she can take my place!”

His fist slammed onto the table.“I am not going to argue about this! We trust each other, we love each other! Have I ever once cheated or given you a reason to believe so?”

I could feel myself start to cry.“No.”

“So I don’t understand this. You know that Pepper has been a loyal, valuable member of my team, I wouldn’t just throw her away. I will talk to her about this but never have I reciprocated her feelings.”

My voice had turned to a whisper.“I know…I know that.” I could feel my knees buckling, having to lean against the wall.“I just want to help you and I hate that she has so much more in common with you. I have so much jealousy built up in me because of it, in ashamed of that. But I really want to help you.”

His hands pulled me towards him into a hug.“You do help me. It would help me even more if you just stayed happy.”

“You shouldn’t be comforting me, it needs to be the other way around.” I sobbed, clutching onto his suit.“I want to help.”

“Then stop crying and hug me back. Stop worrying about Pepper, just be happy, for me.”