right-turn-or-left-for-dead

God, can we not do the ‘leftists against gamers’ thing?

It’d be funny if a large coalition of people (read: malcontented teenagers with little to cling to but their viddy gaems for their identity) on the border of the culture war weren’t already inundated with people ready to scoop ‘em up on the Alt Right, who genuinely have fabricated a strawman (consciously or not) that matches or exceeds the most absurd satire we can pump out. Like, it’s dead-on with the cartoonish portrayals that turn up on Hurr-Durr-Gamerfate-Cringe. m

What I’m getting at here is that, ‘getting’ somebody with that level of parodic trolling isn’t a win, because these guys’ view of the left consists only of the cringiest 'real’ examples of “SJWs”. And listening to this shit and doomsaying from the Alt-Right lead to their adoption of the shitty, vapid ideology of 'lol triggered’, hentai, and dank memes.’

They’re not rekt when they fall into your trap and you play up the satire, they’re gonna genuinely believe you, and walk away going 'OH GOD THEY’RE REAL, SARGON WAS RIGHT’, because THEY’RE DUMB KIDS.

That’s not funny, that’s scary.

Imagine your OTP

Soulmate au where you’re born with a specific defect and your soulmate has the opposite one. (One person born without left leg other person born without right leg) and when you meet, it heals.

But if one dies, the other person gets their defect.

Person A born blind and everyone pities them because it probably means they’re soulmate is dead. But one day, while they are out with a friend, they meet person B and suddenly they can see. It turns out person B was deaf and was surprised to hear an angelic voice greet them after never bring able to hear.

Person A coaching person B on speaking and person B teaching person A about different colors.

Bonus angsty ending: person A doing house work and slowly not being able to see or hear anymore.

Bonus fluffy ending: their sight and hearing comes back fast because person B got into a car accident and technically died but they got revived.

Fic: Wait

Prompt: “When was the last time you slept?”

“When was the last time you slept?” Oliver asks, walking into the bunker after a long day at City Hall.

He hadn’t expected Felicity to be here, considering he’d told her to take the day off this morning after they pulled an all nighter following up on a lead that turned out to be another dead end. Since she is still wearing the outfit she had on when he left this morning, he knows she hasn’t left.

“What day is it?” Felicity asks, not looking up from her screen.

“Tuesday,” he says, looking around the room for any sign that she’s at least eaten, but all of the garbage cans are empty, so he knows she hasn’t. The only sign that she’s consumed anything is the coffee cup in front of her and the empty K-Cups on the counter near the kitchen.

“Tuesday, right,” she mutters, clearly distracted by whatever it is she’s doing. “And what day did we go after Valenzuela?”

Oliver looks at her in concern before saying, “Saturday.”

She’s got to be kidding. She can’t have been up that long. How is she even functioning right now?

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[Pentagon] Finding Comfort.
  • Member: Yeo One
  • Genre: Fluff
  • Words: 1.58k
  • Notes: This is a scenario request promised to my lovely new admin, Sol. I hope that you like it!

Mist, as thick as a blanket, rolls lazily through the feet of the barren trees. The forest dark in the first light of day, only illuminated by the soft white glow of the moon’s light reflecting within the fog. No sounds echo through the empty forest. No wind rustles through the dead leaves scattered across the floor. Only you stand amongst the bare trunks.

Every direction looks the same. Frantically, you turn in circles, your breathing hitching and heart racing. How did you get here?

You turn again to the left, but the sound of a snapping branch pulls your attention to the right. You squint into the haze, but see nothing more than the shadow of trees. A rustle behind you startles you. Quickly you whip around, but once again, nothing. The fog around you swells like waves on the ocean, swirling in a wind that does not exist.

You need to get out. You pick a direction and run. You run and run, but everything looks the same. The trees do not change and the fog blinds everything else from view.

When you stop to look around again, a faint whisper echoes through the night. The soft voice strikes fear into your heart. You know this voice all too well, but why is he here? You turn quickly, trying to locate the direction he lays. You hear nothing but the sound of your heart pounding within your ears.

Panicked, you race forward, praying that you will hear him call to you again. Perhaps he will guide you out of this hellish place. Be the savior in these dark times. But after a few more minutes of silence, your stomach sinks. Will you ever escape these trees?

The sound of your name floats across the dead air once again, this time no echo follows. Without hesitation, you run towards the direction of the voice calling out to you. Fear fills your entire soul as you focus on the pained strain of his voice. What could be happening? WHY is this happening?

Your feet navigate the forest floor seemingly of their own free will, nimbly missing jutting roots and small shrubs, even in the dense fog.

A few minutes pass and you are still running. Where could he be? You strain your ears, listening for the slightest sound, anything to let you know you were getting close. It comes, the soft, muffled sound of your name. You are still heading in the right direction, but the sound is weaker.

Something is wrong.

As this thought settles into the back of your mind, your feet carry you faster and faster. You race against time now, but it feels like you are getting nowhere. You pass tree after dead tree. Each trunk looks the same.

Desperation fills you. You need to find him. And you need to find him now. You try to call to him, but no words escape your lips. Try as you might, no sounds come out. Terror consumes you with this new revelation. What the hell is going on?!

He calls again. His voice almost gone, but he must be close. Still, you see nothing through the fog. Frantically, you search through the dark, following the low groans that now echo in the forest.

Just as you are about to give into your fear, the mist parts dramatically, revealing a small clearing with one large tree nestled in center. At its base, a shadowy figure sits slumped over.

You found him… Your stomach drops. As you take a step into the clearing, he groans again. The sound is so pained that it cuts you to the bone. What is going on?

Hearing his distress, you let go of every care and rush forward towards him. As you run, you seem to get no closer. You reach out to him, trying to force yourself forward, but the world around you feels as if you are on treadmill. No matter how long you run, you get nowhere.

You try to find your voice again. You scream, forcing every last breath of air from your lungs, but all that comes is a small scrap of a sound. However, it’s enough to grab his attention.

The world around you brightens just enough to reveal his features. Weakly, his eyes rise to meet yours and the sight forces you to your knees. His head lolls back against the tree behind him which, you now see, he is tied to. His hair plastered to his face due to thick streams of deep red blood dripping out from under his bangs.

Just as tears form in your eyes and you manage to pull a scream from deep within, he calls to you one last time.

“CHANG GUUU!” Your voice scrapes the inside of your throat and the floor falls out from beneath you. Weightlessness immediately takes over, but the feeling is short lived.

You dart up and, when you open your eyes to darkness, you realize your scream is echoing through your quiet house. Your heart pounds, your breathing heavy. Tremors take over your muscles and tears stream down your face. The commotion pulling your partner from his deep sleep.

“Baby… Baby… It’s ok,” the familiar voice, heavy with sleep, comforts you almost immediately. Chang Gu’s arms wrap around you, pulling your head to his chest. “Shh…shhh…” He whispers into your hair. His hand trails over your back, trying to calm your frightening form. “It was just a bad dream…” His movements are borderline frantic as he struggles to wrangle you down from this terrible nightmare.

His words work to calm you, but the nightmare was so jarring that the images are seared into your brain. With every sob that tears through the night, you see Chang Gu tied to the tree played on the back of your eyelids.

“You’re alright…” He repeats again and again. Each time, pulling you tighter in to the safety of his arms.

You try to chant in your mind that it was just a dream, but the imagery was so real. The fear and anguish was so thick that your heart still feels it during these waking moments. You find it hard to believe, even yourself, that it was just a dream.

For several minutes, he rocks you back and forth, whispering words of comfort. Slowly, it works and you are able to feel the descent from that fear fueled high. As your breaths even out, you are finally able to look at your longtime boyfriend. And he looks perfectly fine.

In an almost disbelief, you gently push the hair from his forehead, revealing the smooth skin underneath. He is fine. There is no evidence that a cut ever existed. It really was all a dream.

A sigh escapes your lips and you allow yourself to fall against his body, the tense muscles in your own finally relaxing. “You’re alright,” you puff in relief, the weight escaping your shoulders.

Chang Gu gently strokes your hair as he responds, “Of course I am. Are you all right? Do you want to talk about it?”

Quickly, you shake your head no. The fear still too real to talk about it now, but you will be sure to confide in him later. Right now, you just need his presence. “I’ll be ok…” You trail off. Your breath hikes again as your brain summons the shocking images once again.

“I’m right here, baby. I’ll always be right here,” he assures you in a gentle voice. He shifts his position on the bed, pulling you onto his lap as he leans back against the headboard. He eases you down against his chest, cradling you against his body.

You lay your head against the bare skin of his chest, focusing on the rise and fall with each breath. The steady rhythm soothing your scrambled thoughts until your breaths match with his.

“There you go,” he whispers to you, his lips against your hair. “Everything is fine, see?” He rubs a hand up and down your arm. His touch is gentle and caring. “Whatever happened must have been terrible, but it was only a dream,” he reassures you. He does not ask you to explain further, he just holds you within the safety of his arms.

As you attempt to put thoughts of the nightmare to rest, Chang Gu intertwines his fingers with yours. Just these soft touches and gentle gestures are enough to lay your fears to rest. He is here with you. He is not injured, nor was he ever in such a state.

Your eyes become heavy with sleep, but you manage to steal one last glance at your protector’s perfect face. You want him to be the last thing you see before you let yourself succumb to sleep once again.

When your eyes meet his, he leans in and presses his soft lips against yours. The kiss is enough to ensure that things will be better this time around. You nuzzle your head back into his neck and allow your eyes to close.

Chang Gu watches over you carefully as you quickly drift off into sleep once again, not letting himself sleep until he knows that you can rest easily, but he keeps his arm wrapped tightly around your body.

Once he is sure that you are asleep, he lets his own eyes close. He whispers an “I love you” into your hair before focusing on your steady breaths, allowing himself to relax and find rest.

-Admin Jessie-


OMMGGGGG thanks so much it was so good! :o

-Sol

17 reasons why you should love Seventeen's Boom Boom

1) wonwoo being adorable in the elevator

2) Minggyu taking off his jacket like a stupid tease

3) Joshua’s Drop dead Beautiful face showed OF by Minggyu

4) DINO RAPPING AND DANCING AND PERFECT

5) Bad boy Scoups and a motorcycle

6) Jun smirking while delivering (IMAGINE HIM DELIVERING THINGS TO UR HOUSE 😉)

7) HOSHI TURN LEFT AND TURN RIGHT

8) Woozi eating like hello IVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE EAT SO PERFECTLY ?!

9) Seungkwan Aka Modern day Sleeping beauty

10) VERNON NAILING THE BAD BOY CONCEPT

11) The8 tryna be gangster and Hip thrusting

12) jeonghan’s opening was perfect and Omg his beautiful

13) DK VOCALS AND SMILE AND EYES AND ANDHSBSHSB

14) wonwoo’s hair matching his garden fairy concept :)))) [ hence HIS my bias]

15) THE MILLIONS OF AIR HUMPS OR HIP THRUST

16) JOSHUA is no longer our church oppa watch out bad boy JOSHUA is coming through

17) BOOM BOOM ( don’t u mean boob boob)

17 is not enough!! BOOM BOOM IS SO CATCHY!! And the dance is great and they just kill my entire existence. Don’t believe me go and watch!!!

Give Violence A Chance
  • Give Violence A Chance
  • G.L.O.S.S.
  • TRANS DAY OF REVENGE
Play

WHEN PEACE IS JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR DEATH
IT’S OUR TURN TO GIVE VIOLENCE A CHANCE!

KILLER COPS AREN’T CROOKED
SOLDIERS FOR BASTARDS, THEY DO AS THEY’RE TOLD
THE COURTS AREN’T CORRUPT
MALICIOUS, VIOLENT, THEY MAINTAIN CONTROL

FUCK THE PEACE KEEPING FUCK THE CALM
THE INVESTIGATION IS A FUCKING CON.
THE TRUTH IS KNOWN BENEATH THE GUN
BLACK LIVES DON’T MATTER IN THE EYES OF THE LAW

DEAD KIDS MEAN NOTHING TO THEM
LEFT TO ROT IN THE STREET
AFFORDED RIGHTS WHEN CONVENIENT
TO PROTECT THE ELITE

FUCK THE PEACE KEEPING FUCK THE CALM
THE INVESTIGATION IS A FUCKING CON.
BENEATH THE GUN, HOPE IS GONE
BLACK LIVES DON’T MATTER IN THE EYES OF THE LAW

ANTI-RACIST DOESN’T MEAN NON-RACIST
JUSTICE IS A JOKE, A TRAP, A FUCKING FARCE
YOUR CALLS FOR PEACE ARE IGNORANT AND BASIC
SELF-APPOINTED COMMUNITY LEADERS,
WHO PUT YOU IN CHARGE!?

Blackfish

Decades turning right and turning left
into dead ends
between four cold walls.

Drowning in my own spit
suffocating in my own air
beautiful existence rotting
into a miserable curse.

Once a week I smile
and you snap a picture
telling every body
I am enjoying my life
more than ever before.

The crowd cheers
as my heart aches,
their joy is blinding
to the tears I shed
into this tiny pool.

8

‘If I just hadn’t given you my jacket, right? Everything would still be okay!’

weekly fic rec VI

↳ 1. let me make a thing of cream and stars by missandrogyny (24k, complete)

It doesn’t explain why he’s lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of him.

As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. Also the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Louis’ wet dreams since he was about eighteen.

(Or: Louis is a Radio 1 DJ and Harry is a pop-star he interviews.)

↳ 2.  Fall Into Your Gravity by zarah5 (74k, complete)

AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam’s proverbial pigtails and Niall’s really just pleased there are more girls for him.

↳ 3.  The Dead of July by whimsicule (117k, complete)

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

↳ 4. things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas (49k, complete)

it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.

-

when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

↳ 5. let’s talk about making love by istajmaal (25k, complete)

“That’s my name, baby, I’m Louis.” The voice on the phone inhales sharply, then says, “Gonna take my cock now, princess?”

Harry lets out a high-pitched mhmm and shudders as he pulls his fingers out of his hole, groping for the vibrator. “Nice to meet you,” he says, feeling a bit dizzy with how hard his untouched cock is.

Louis is just a simple phone sex line operator, but to Harry, he’s Daddy.

rec list / request / weekly fic rec

Monopoly Streets
  • *after Ze left the skype call suddenly*
  • Chilled: Do you think something... bad... happened to Ze?
  • Max: Mmm... I doubt it.
  • Chilled: Okay.
  • Chilled: You don't think something went on fire, right? Like, bad?
  • Max: No. I feel like his X-box probably would have turned off by now.
  • Chilled: ... I'm gonna give him a call. *picks up phone* 'Cause, I don't want him to be dead. I like him.
  • Chilled: No homo.
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02.13.17

Okay, so remember how I cutely wrote a post this morning about how busy but great today was going to be??? It turned into a literal hectic tornado that ended really slowly but had me buzzing (shaking??) with no caffeine the whole day.

1. I almost crashed my car into a construction truck on the highway today?? Like you know when several of them pull into the left lane with signs that have giant arrows and then they eventually stop because everyone is going to the right lane?? Well one of the trucks was in front of me today and stopped dead in the middle of the highway and there were cars on my right that wouldn’t let me merge and I legit almost slammed into it at 60 mph soooooooo uhM THERE WAS THAT

2. Also, shortly after this incident, I was driving my car to work and a giant log appeared in my lane?? and I tried to swerve but there were cars so I hit a log HARD going 45 mph and I am afraid to see if there is any damage to my car kjsdbdjsbobj

3. I got to work and I immediately felt super weird because it was my last shift before going away for three weeks, and it’s like leaving a super comfortable space…people I know, people I love, an environment where I’m comfortable and have responsibilities and generally am happy…I don’t know, part of me feels like I’m being dramatic and the other is like “NO!!!! THIS IS A BIG DEAL!!” Merp

4. Work slowly turned into insanity because I was helping wrap flowers in floral for Valentine’s Day and I hardly knew how to do it but was the only one wrapping with SO many people waiting and I don’t know things got dicey but now I feel like I am good!!! (see: photo on the right, it was my best bouquet, let me be a dweeb about this.)

5. Then at work our server went down and there were wild lines and just like woW a lot was happening at once

I know it probably doesn’t sound like a crazy day, but I just felt like I was moving in slow motion the whole time and kind of watching myself from someone else’s perspective…like all of my emotions and sensitivity were on high alert and I was just fully feeling every single experience whether it directly happened to me or not. 

I have no idea what this trip is going to bring out of me, show me, etc., but I know that this is what I’m meant to be doing. So much love to you all and to myself. HAPPY ALMOST VALENTINE’S DAY!!!!!!!

p.s. my boss took this photo and then sent it to me, and I thought it was adorable hehe

Jaimee xx

Jerk [Sami Zayn]

prompt; “So from the bottom, of my cold, dead heart, screw you.” + 9. “I have no words left for you, I won’t waste my time here.”

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

           “I can’t even fucking believe you,” you yelled, everyone in the house stopping in shock to turn around and watch you walk through the large group of WWE Superstars away from your boyfriend – ex boyfriend – Sami Zayn.

            “C’mon Y/N, it was not what it looked like,” he tried to tell you but you wouldn’t listen, Alexa Bliss right behind him, looking embarrassed and ashamed.

            “Don’t give me that fucking bullshit,” you yell at him, not even noticing everyone around you, confused of what was going on. “I didn’t come to this party because I had a grueling match with Charlotte tonight but you begged me to come and when I felt bad about not coming out with you, I drove all the way here just to walk in on you underneath this slut of a newcomer,” you pointed at Alexa and Carmella groaned, throwing her cup down and moving toward the girl. “Mel, it’s not even worth it,” you told her, stopping her in her tracks, “Neither of them are.

            “Baby, please don’t do this, I’m sorry,” Sami frowned, concerned that he’d ruined everything by one simple temptation.

 “I have no words left for you, I won’t waste my time here,” you told him as you backed away toward the front door, needing to get away from everyone’s eyes. “So from the bottom, of my cold, dead heart…screw you Sami Zayn,” your voice trembled as you went out the door and Carmella rushed after you, bumping into him as she moved past.

 “Jerk,” she muttered before she was out the door.

This took like a whole entire week but I guess it was worth it since I kinda like how it turned out. However the shading is what I dislike the most.

Anyways the left is Galele and the right is Spacece. Their twins that own their very own train, perfect for traveling and sight seeing. Almost like a tourist attraction.

Prologue

Lightning crackled overhead, warning of the impending rain. Its somber tone was matched by an eerie wind that sent a fitting chill up the man’s back. 

His footsteps and labored breathing were the only sounds that echoed down the dark streets. The usually busy streets were unnaturally empty, which should have been his first clue that something was terribly wrong. London was always busy.
The man pushed past the abandoned telephone booth and ducked down a side street, never slowing his frantic pace. A left turn, then a right, he was uncertain where he was headed; he didn’t care. He would never be able to beat it- but maybe if he could gain some distance-confuse it for a while- then maybe…just maybe he might be able to buy himself some time. 

To warn the others that Jameson had been right-and that they were too late.


Unfortunately, the street suddenly came to a dead end. He cursed, eyes searching for another way out. But there was only the high walls around him. There was no time to double back and find another way out. He was trapped.
He might be able to go through the walls-but that thought was cut off when he heard a growl-low and gargled- behind him. It was a horrifying sound that conjured up images of decaying earth and festering things. It was too late. It had found him.
A small figure stood before him, appearing quite literally from the shadows. Behind it something moved in the shadows-no wait it was the shadows that were moving, writhing around in an animalistic, stalking sort of way. The figure-human in shape at least-held up a gloved hand and the shadows retreated slightly, but continued to pace restlessly.
“I must say, this is a sad state to see you in.” The figure stepped just outside of the light of the half-hidden lamp the block over. His voice was smooth, and reminded the man of cool steel, steady and dangerous. The man smiled, brushing off the ends of his tail coat, far more at ease than the man was.
The stranger continued, an ease in his voice that made it seem like he was carrying on a casual conversation rather than a death sentence. “Here I’ve been told of nothing but your strength and cunning, yet you’ve already found yourself trapped. It is truly a shame. I was hoping to have some more fun with you.”
His head twisted to the side as he adjusted his cuff links, and the man could just barely make out his face. One eye was covered by an eye patch, but the other…something was unnatural about it. It watched his every move with a predatory gze that unsettled him. But more unsettling was the man’s grin. There was something innately creepy about how it stretched across his entire face. And it made him realize just how dangerous this man was.
But even though he might be trapped, he was no coward. The ring on his finger gleamed faintly but steadily, and he took off his own gloves to reveal the runes that covered his arms.
The stranger’s eye seemed to shine and his grin grew even more-a feat that the man didn’t think would be possible.
“That’s it! That’s the fighting spirit I’ve been told of! It won’t save you, of course”-another growl from the shadows behind him-“but I like to give my…games a fighting chance.”
There was a pop, and a small piece of paper floated down out of thin air in front of the stranger. He snatched it out of the air, a sudden flash of annoyance making his smile falter for a moment, and opened it up to read it in silence.
“Confound it all, Old Man!” He stomped his foot, the smile turning into a childish tantrum. “You have to take all of the fun out of it!” He tore up the note, which burned into nothing before they hit the ground. Then the stranger sighed and straightened his hat, clearing his throat.
“Sorry about that. It seems that we have no time for games tonight. It’s nothing personal, we just need to move to phase two tonight.” He waved a finger playfully at the man. “And we can’t do that with somebody knowing more than they should~”
Then his demeanor changed and he snapped his fingers and the shadows behind him started to writhe.
The man stiffened. He knew exactly what that thing would do, and he refused to go out like that.
“Aut cum scuto aut in scuto.” Either with shield or on shield. It was a Roman phrase, but the man and his order had adopted it into their own lives quite well.
The stranger snickered. “Poetic. Fitting words for a dead man. I’ll make sure to put ‘On Shield’ on your tombstone…even though there won’t be a body to bury.”
“We shall see about that.” The man’s eyes narrowed and he pulled on the familiar feeling. The runes on his arms began shifting as the spell formed itself.
“I haven’t the time for games, but you haven’t any time at all.” The stranger replied as the shadows surged forward.
The man glanced down at the runes, mind knitting into confusion as they formed into something strange, something he’d never seen before. It wasn’t a spell, but they would have to do.
“Quoque conde!”
There was a flash of light that suddenly filled the dark alleyway in an instant.
And when they settled, the alley was completely empty.