round a bout

Shout-out to this one Pokémon GO Gym that scared the life out of me. 

For those who don’t know the story about this Gym, let me explain:

You see, my town has two community colleges and one university, so we end up getting a lot of sculptures and art donated by art students. As a result, a lot of Pokéstops/gyms are sculptures, murals, and such. It’s still a pretty decent-sized town, though, so people who have been here long enough are quite familiar with a majority of the artworks. Some are even popular meeting-places because they’re so stapled into the town.

Well, one day, while we were picking up my baby brother from preschool, I decided to venture off and do some quick battles from a nearby Gym. We had a lot of stops nearby because there was a whole round-a-bout of sculptures. The gym I went to, however, was kinda on its lonesome. The stops weren’t close to it, which kinda sucked because I was running low on Pokéballs, too. Still, I went to it because it was the closest, and I only had a few minutes to spare before we had to head back home.

When I reached the Gym I saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just some sidewalk pavement and grass. I wouldn’t have been too disturbed by it if it wasn’t for the fact that the picture for the Gym was this.

What made it even worse is that when I asked people about it they had no idea what it was. Not even my stepdad, who was born and raised in this town, had any idea what it was supposed to be. I tried looking it up on Google, too, but the only decent result I got was an extremely blurry picture of it in the background of a news clipping. I couldn’t find any traces of it anywhere.

It wasn’t until recently that I finally found clear pictures of what it is. It’s just a sculpture, nothing too exciting. I guess the reason why Google didn’t pull up any good results, at the time, was because the sculpture’s name was wrong on the Gym. As for why it wasn’t there, it was probably because it was moved to a different location (and they just didn’t bother to move it from the map).

Anyway, yeah, definitely one of the strangest Pokémon experiences I have ever come across. Even though it all turned out to be one big misunderstanding, in the end, it was still a fun time!

You love him, but he loves her - part 2

Read part 1 here

“Y/N?” Your name was called by an all too familiar voice, and suddenly your feet were glued to the ground. Standing in line at the coffee shop you used to love, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn and see his face, after all, it had been three months. “Y/N? Is that you?” He was closer this time, and you jumped the second his hand touched your shoulder. “Hey, Lou.” You turn around to face the boy, your eyes taking in his changed features, his hair longer since you’d last seen him. His eyes were soft, letting them take you in from top to bottom. He frowns, and theres an awkward silence. “Listen, i’m sorry I never called…” You started, feeling horrible for completely ignoring all of his worrisome texts and phone calls. When you left Harry’s birthday party, you had decided you needed to get out of London for a bit. You went straight home and packed a bag to go stay with a friend who was in Paris, and that’s where you had been for the last ninety days. Calls from the boys went unanswered, and text messages went ignored. You just couldn’t bear to hear from any of them, you needed to be alone.

“How have you been?” He doesn’t care that you gave him the could shoulder, he is more concerned with how you were handling things. Louis eyes you once more, taking in your disheveled appearance. Your clothes were loose on your thin frame, something he had noticed first. Your eyes were dull, and sunken in just slightly. The sight of you nearly broke his heart. “Been alright.” You answer truthfully, and Louis doesn’t even argue, he nods solemnly. “Harry he um..” your heart jumped just hearing his name, and suddenly your eyes searched the coffee house. “He’s not here… he’s just been really worried about you. He doesn’t understand why you wont talk to him.” A lump forms in your throat, immediately feeling a pang of guilt in your heart. Harry didn’t deserve this, he didn’t even know why you were upset. “I doubt he’ll want to talk to me again, and I wouldn’t blame him.” You grab your freshly made coffee and walk over to add some cream and sugar, Louis followed. “Talk to him.” He says, watching you sip your coffee. The barista hands him his order, and suddenly his phone vibrates in his pocket. “I’ve got to go… but we’re having a big get together tonight at my place. El will be there – lots of people, and of course the other lads… You should come.” Louis is quick to extend the invitation, knowing this would be a prime moment for everyone to see each other again.

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anonymous asked:

I very much appreciate your taking the time and effort on the in-depth analysis of SOTT. I do have a question about it. You ended the main section with this: "How does he rescue himself and others?... Musically, of course...Harry Styles has hung out his Sign." Can you clarify or expand on that a bit? I guess I was hoping for something more positive and hopeful of a definitive end to all the fuckery. Do you see anything like that for our boys, or (1 of 2)

(2 of 2) is it pretty much a lost cause and they’re all going to be stuck in a hellish round-a-bout of bullshit for the forseeable future?


I didn’t mean to imply that he hung out a Sign as in: “from here on it’s all Holo forever.” I’m sorry if it came across that way.

What I meant was that this song was Harry delivering the goods. “You want Holo? You got Holo.” And the messenger was the message– the meaning of the song itself explained how it was birthed, with a lot of pain, lies, confusion, forced separation.

I totally do not think this will last.

What I’ve seen for the last few days is:

- Liam and Niall tweeting congrats to Harry; Louis did not
- Harry unable to mention Louis’s name in interviews
- Liam tweeting a strange message– glad you’re getting to do your stuff. Because Liam can’t?
- H and L releasing public pap and stalker photos showing they are in separate locations/ continents

Why do they have to go this hard? Why are they always linked? If there’s nothing going on, why can’t there be normal congratulations, well done H, let’s catch up sometime?

It tells me that things are not normal right now, but the narrative is being pushed hard. We were hoping for change in April, but obviously it didn’t come. I think the hard push has to do with nothing getting in the way of a successful Holo launch.

Why would Louis agree to go along with it? If they’re not together, why would Louis care that Harry launches successfully, and go to such lengths?

Because they ARE together. Always. You.

And if Harry can write this kind of music, doing what he has to do to protect Louis, and Louis has to do what he has to do to protect Harry, and still make music, then they’re managing. We want them to be “free,” but that doesn’t necessarily mean what we imagine: free to come out as a couple, free to conduct business without restrictions.

I have to believe that they know how to manage their own careers better than we do. They have access to lawyers. They know things we don’t know. Both are amazingly smart and have planned their lives accordingly. It will end. Already almost no one in the media (thanks Sirius XM assholes) mentions Louis’ having a son, and he doesn’t even pretend to care anymore. And Harry gives no shits about deflecting questions he doesn’t want to answer.

All four boys are set to release music this quarter. It is ending, bit by bit. It will end.

Graves sucks at dating

me and @questionartbox​ were discussing the subject of Graves + dates and


  • Graves is lonely 
  • a lonely little man 
  • and sad 
  • he always comes home to an empty house these days 
  • i mean, sure, his job is exhausting (one doesn’t protect the entire country by twindling their thumbs) 
  • and yeah, sure, he is not the most social man 
  • but still, having someone to come home to 
  • having someone to hug 
  • having someone to do more
  • that would be nice
  • so as usual he grabs the newspaper first thing in the morning and as he debates whether or not going through the effort of hitting on someone is worth it he sees it 
  • (not that he was looking for it, mind you, it’s a simple coincidence) 
  • Lonely Witches And Wizards? the add reads. Gather ‘round for a little bout of speed dating and meet the love of your life! 
  • Graves scoffs and drinks his coffee 
  • the next thing he knows he is sitting at a table in front of a stranger, holding a sheet with questions in his hands to “break the ice” 
  • he clears his throat. the witch is nice looking, but not Graves’ type 
  • “hello,” he says. 
  • Introduce yourself fairly quickly, the sheet reads 
  • “I’m Percival Graves. Nice to meet y -” 
  • Oh my God
  •  Really 
  • I saw your name in the papers 
  • the witch is into him ™, she giggles at anything he says 
  • Graves is uncomfortable 
  • maybe he should have worn a disguise 
  • the wizard after her is boring and not into men, who the fuck arranged these tables 
  • Graves is able to go further in his introductions as another woman takes the empty seat in front of him
  • “Hello, my name is Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security and Head of the Departement of Magical Law Enforcement” 
  • (why is his title so damn long) 
  • “So what do you in your free time?” she asks. “What do you like?” 
  • uuuh. The law? Politics. Fashion, he adds quickly. “i love fashion.” 
  • the woman stares and Graves thinks that this was a terrible idea and he’s all but ready to give up after her when a man takes her place 
  • he is damn cute
  • wow
  • “Hello,” Graves says gently. “What’s your name?” 
  • “Newt. Hm.” Newt looks around widly and doesn’t meet Graves’ eyes 
  • now that’s just rude
  • “not into men?” Graves asks, to save himself the disappointement 
  • “uh? no, no, sorry, i just lost something -” 
  • Newt looks under the table 
  • Graves has ten minutes left with him
  • he sees something moving on the man’s shoulder as Newt comes up again 
  • Is that a bowtrucle?
  • uh 
  • Newt sweats nervously 
  • no, no sir, not at all, it’s just a stick, i was in the woods before 
  • “It’s moving, Newt.”
  • Newt sweats harder 
  • You must be imagining things, Sir, it has to be the heat 
  • We’re in the middle of winter Newt 
  • These establishements really exagerate their warming charms, don’t you think? Ahahah 
  • but Newt can’t leave bc he still have five minutes with Graves 
  • magical charms forcing him to sit back 
  • Graves grins at him like a shark and leans closer
  • this is the most fun he’s had in months 
  • “Why don’t you tell me all about that bowtruckle? How did you get it? How many do you have, Newt?” Graves asks, almost purring
  • Newt gulps loudly 
  • Sir, I promise it is just a stick insect 
  • “It just blew a raspberry at me, Newt” 
  • A stick bug. A walking stick, if you will - 
  • Of course it is, and I am Gellert Grindelwald
  • I hope you’re not
  • I’m not, and that is not a stick bug 
  • Newt sighs 
  • What do you want 
  • Do you have a permit for that bowtruckle? I want to see it 
  • But their time is up 
  • Newt gets up quickly and smiles 
  • NEWT NO 
  • WHAT 
  • N E W T 
Best Friends - Prompto Argentum x Fem!Reader

So, I may or may not have gotten carried away here. But I am also definitely not sorry about this story. I LOVE Prompto with a passion so any excuse to write for him is so wonderful. Definitely some smut ahead. 

Word Count: 4782

And no, that is not a typo


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  • Ruki: 👮‍♀️
Ruki: 👮‍♀️ police questioning? no, no.
  • Ruki: 👮‍♀️ I’m just dressed like this somehow, that’s all
  • Ruki: 👮‍♀️ I just wanted to press this emoji, that’s all
  • Ruki: 👮‍♀️ I'm going on my rounds, thinking bout you guys and if you're doing well
  • Ruki: 👲 hope everyone’s fine
  • Ruki: 👨‍🌾 I’m nice, aren’t I?
  • Ruki: 👨‍🌾 gotta be patient until the day of the LIVE
  • Ruki: 👲👨‍🌾👮‍♀️
  • the end*
  • _______________
  • *Wrote this in French, and the rest of the tweets was written in a Hiroshima dialect.

anonymous asked:

Your doing a fantastic job with getting through the requests so don't worry about it too much babe!!! And idk but do you think you can do some domestic yandere head cannons for mm crew? Maybe some dorky or funny ones idk

Thank you so much ily~!

Yes no problem! And thanks for your patience (。’▽’。)♡

(bit’o NSFW peppered in here)

◉ Yoosung

  • He’s not a morning person at all. He grumbles and groans when you try to wake him up and will often end up puling you back into bed with him for snuggles.
  • Sucker for the little things you do for him that make his life easier. Packing his lunch, bringing him coffee in the morning, keeping track of his glasses etc.
  • Jaehee let you borrow a Zen DVD once. Yoosung found it and got super jealous. He ended up telling off a confused Zen in the messenger, warning him to stay away from you.
  • He gets really sleepy after lunch time.
  • Has a really bad habit of throwing his dirty clothes on the floor next to the laundry basket instead of in the basket. It’s a problem.
  • When you’re out in public he has his arm around you or he’s holding your hand. He has to be touching you so people know you’re his.

◉ Jumin

  • He likes to be up with the sunrise. He usually sits with Elizabeth 3rd in his lap, drinking coffee and watching the sky through the windows.
  • He loves the way you look when you first wake up. It’s a weakness of his and he’s been late to work many times as a result of pulling you into the shower or attacking you in the bed sheets for morning sex. He says it helps him be more productive for the day.
  • Doesn’t want you sending selfies in the messenger, he doesn’t want anyone else looking at you.
  • Commissioned a giant painting of you sitting with Elizabeth 3rd in your lap. It’s his prized possession and hangs on the common room wall where everyone can see.
  • He’s very particular about little details. He uses walnut wooden hangers for his clothes. His closet is color coordinated and separated by fabric type. His bath products are set in a particular order and place. He likes things organized so he doesn’t waste his precious time fiddling around looking for stuff.
  • Very protective of you at the RFA parties. So much so that he makes it almost impossible for you to host and talk to guests. Him and Zen often fight when he accuses Zen of looking at you too long.

◉ Zen

  • He’s most active at night. He stays up practicing lines, trying his best to be quiet so he doesn’t wake you.
  • Constantly bringing you fresh flowers. You always have a gorgeous bouquet or two around the house, and the minute it starts wilting he brings another home to replace it.
  • He can’t start his day without a shower.
  • He has a strict beauty regiment. Every morning and night he washes, scrubs, tones, moisturizes. On the weekends you both do a face mask together while watching a movie.
  • Will post selfies of you two, but always with the warning that you’re taken and they better do nothing more than admire the photo.
  • He is ready to fight anyone that hits on you while you’re in public. He can’t really control himself and won’t stand for someone disrespecting your relationship.
  • He’s actually very good at keeping his things organized. He’s constantly cycling through clothes, throwing out the old stuff to make room for new

◉ Jaehee

  • Morning person, afternoon person, night person. This girl is at her best 24/7 and you don’t know how she does it.
  • She is fueled by coffee and wine. She wakes up before you in the morning and brews coffee for you both. She’ll bring it into the bedroom and place it on the night stand before giving you a kiss and leaving for work.
  • She gets through the day knowing that you’ll be waiting for her with a glass of wine ready.
  • She has a very minimalist style, so her place isn’t too hard to keep clean. The one room she pays extra attention to is her collection room. It holds all of her DVDs, posters and memorabilia of Zens career. She dusts and straightens in there every other day.
  • She’s terrible at keeping plants alive because she’s so busy all the time. She wishes she were better because she likes them and the brightness they bring to a room.
  • Her place always smells like baked goods and she’s constantly experimenting with new recipes.
  • Very protective of you, but isn’t as straightforward about it. If you’re going out with friends she’ll try to make it known that she doesn’t ike it in a round-a-bout way.
    • “You barely know them, MC. I’m a little suspicious as to why they’re asking you to go out at this hour.”
    • “Hm, I just got a new DVD and I was really hoping we’d watch it together tonight…”

◉ Saeyoung

  • He really doesn’t follow a normal routine. He sleeps when he’s tired and doesn’t care when or where.
  • Likes to walk around the house in just his boxers. Clothes constrict the flow of his creative juices!
  • If he stays awake through the night, he will make you breakfast and bring it to you in bed. His cooking is not great. But it gets better each time. The first breakfast he made, you lost count of how many pieces of egg shell you chewed.
  • It is sweet when he cooks, but he leaves the kitchen a mess. He’s not very good at picking up after himself. He picks his clothes from a pile on the floor and often leaves the cap off of the toothpaste.
  • If he ever steps away from you in public he won’t take his eyes off of you. If anyone approaches he will zip back and wrap himself around you. He will interrupt the conversation just to assert dominance and then give you a kiss.
  • He’s very fond of ‘lazy days.’ You just spend the whole day together in bed, alternating between napping, cuddling, having sex, and talking.
  • Always asks you to cut his hair, he thinks you do it best.

◉ V

  • He’s up with the sun, but he usually doesn’t leave the bed. He will pull you in close-even if you’re still sleeping-and just lay there relaxing.
  • Once you both are up, he is a stickler about having the bed made. He washes his sheets often and has very soft blankets.
  • His place is very textural. He likes colors and soft fabrics.
  • Of course he gets jealous of someone starts talking to you or making advances. He is a nice guy though and tries not to let it show too much or be too confrontational. He will wrap his arm around you and try to play it off.
    • “Haha, careful buddy. If you keep sweet talking her she might forget she’s dating me,” he’d laugh.
  • He leaves post-its for you all over the apartment. “I love you, have a good day!” “You’re beautiful, my darling!” etc.
  • Enjoys showering at night before he slips into bed. Enjoys it even more if you join him.
  • He has a lot of plants at his place. The kitchen is filled with succulents, he thinks they’re beautiful.
  • Cleans regularly. He’s not a neat freak but he prefers things look nice and tidy. He has a lot of books and he often dusts them.

◉ Saeran

  • Do not try and wake him up in the morning. It’s useless.
  • He sleeps in his boxers.
  • Usually tossing around, tangled in the sheets until around 10/11am when he decides to wake up.
  • He’s not a very uncleanly person, but he has a habit of leaving his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor.
  • Your apartment has a lot of photos of you two kissing or smiling together while at the beach or park. He doesn’t smile for anyone else in pictures, though.
  • Freezer has several tubs of different ice cream. He’ll try to sneak eat some before dinner and hope you don’t catch him.
  • Very vocal if someone starts hitting on you or talking to you. He really doesn’t care who it is, and sometimes it was a harmless conversation but he cant help himself. He’ll literally just walk up to the both of you and tell him to “fuck off” with a scowl before looping his arm around your shoulders and dragging you off.
  • You have had sex everywhere in your apartment. He’s a fan of doing it outside the bedroom. He gets this sly look and snickers to you if Zen or Saeyoung, really any of the RFA, come over and sit in “that spot” on the couch etc.
  • Likes to help you cook. He’s actually not too bad at it. And when dinner is finished he always does the dishes and asks you to relax, giving you a kiss to thank you for the meal. 

Uh, Darling? This a round ‘bout way of telling me I gotta lose weight?

Where Hanzo’s very addicted to fondling McCree’s “love handle”.

My drawing style doesn’t really show it but with that amount of bulk and the lifestyle he leads, McCree’s sure to have some excess fat around that belly of his. That’s what I believe.

Monster Analysis: Earthbreaker Groon, Round 2

Thanks to @ForgingMeanings for this art piece!

  • First appearance: 23 THE REMATCH
  • Previous encounter: 43 Return to Vasselheim
  • Encounter appearance: 85 A Bard’s Lament
  • Level 18 or higher Monk, Way of the Open Hand
  • Armor Class 23 (10 + Dex 7 + Wis 6)
  • Difficulty Class 20 (8 + Prof 6 + Wis 6)
  • Base Speed 60 ft (30 ft + Unarmored Movement 30 ft)
  • 3 Legendary Resistances (unused)
  • Legendary Actions (3 used)
  • 18-20 Ki points, 14 used
  • 412 damage taken, 37 HDYWTDT by Grog
    • 54-60 points healed mid-battle

Grog’s second tussle with the leader of the temple of Kord was no less exciting than the first. Groon didn’t pull any punches, so to speak, against the solo-fighting goliath. In the end, Kord’s strength was with them both.

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i’m so f***ing nervous moving next week!!

GOT7 Falling for a Caring Badass

A/N: Hello Beauties this took ages for me to write. It’s such a cute concept, THANK  YOU FOR REQUESTING IT I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING IT! It’s probably crappy though so I’m sorry.. As usual gifs probably won’t match the reaction, thank you for reading and enjoy! 

!Requested by Anonymous! 

MARK: When Mark first met you he was surprised at how different you were compared to your younger brother Youngjae. You were cool, confident, collected and totally out of his league. The way you had walked into their rehearsal without a care in the world just to call out your brother for forgetting about spending the day with you and then immediately realising that you had interrupted something clearly important, you quickly apologised and offered to buy drinks for everyone because of your mistake was when he knew he had fallen for you and fallen hard.

Originally posted by withfx

JAEBUM: He had seen you around quite a bit, always in and out of the studio, dorm, and pretty much wherever the boys had shared spaces. You were just like Jinyoung, sassy and confident. Yet you were always so kind whenever you talked to anyone. Even if Yugyeom was annoying the hell out of everyone, the sassy remarks you would make would always have a kind undertone to them. Not mean enough to hurt anyone but not too suffocating. That’s what he liked about you, you always had a kind word to say about someone even if it was in a round-a-bout way. 

Originally posted by got7europe

JACKSON: I kind of see Jackson going all heart eyes when he meets you, he doesn’t become shy at all and in fact congratulated you for not being anything like your brother, Yugyeom. He loved the way you were so kind and caring but didn’t take any of Yugyeom’s crap. If he was taking things too far you just rolled your eyes and told him to shut up, normally that would work, but on the occasion that it didn’t you would bring out the major sass. ‘You should wear a condom on your head because if you’re going to act like a dick you might as well dress like one too.’ This one simple statement did wonders; shutting Yugyeom up and all the boys shouting “ohhh” and “ahhh” while Jackson sat their admiring you for a moment before celebrating. 

Originally posted by ikon-maniac

JINYOUNG: LOVES IT! He thinks if he can get you to be his, you two will be the ultimate sass couple. Quick with comebacks, a badass and equally kind and caring, what more could he want? The moment he fell completely head over heels for you would be when you and BamBam were arguing, everything Bam had to say you had something better: ‘Mum should have swallowed you.’ ‘Yeah well Bam, you must have been born on a highway because that’s where most accidents happen.’ ‘Pardon me Y/N but you have me mistaken for someone else *cough* you *cough*’ ‘Wooow that’s so funny!’ ‘I know right?’ ‘No. I don’t know what makes you so stupid but whatever it is, it works.’ The argument continued on back and forth until everyone was dying of laughter except for BamBam. 

Originally posted by flanneljinyoung

YOUNGJAE: He loves the badass sweetheart thing you have going on, from the way you walk, talk and dress, to the way you simply don’t care. Much like Mark you can be quiet but when someone gets you going they better be prepared to be burnt , so when people were giving you crap you just snapped back at them and brushed their words off. They called you a bitch? You just agree and move on, no need to have an argument over it. You and Mark hardly fought so, there was rarely any sass fights between you two, on the other hand however Jackson knew exactly how to push your buttons so that you would have a go at him and make the dorm less ‘boring’. 

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

BAMBAM: Bam loves the thought of having a confident sassy girl by his side and you are just the girl he’s been looking for! Being Jackson’s sister has it’s downfalls but for the most part it is a very good thing! He gets to see you a lot more, and you’re definitely more caring than Jackson is, but equally confident and badass. Remember when Jackson said he became hot from eating rice? Yeah, well you were right there saying that all he ate as a kid was dirt and occasionally sweets. Jokingly of course but Bam found this show stopping hilarious and has loved you ever since. 

Originally posted by kim-yugyeomie

YUGYEOM: Being the youngest and falling for the leader’s sister is tough, Yugyeom knows this all too well since he met you. You were so kind and sweet when you two met he couldn’t help but to fall in love with you. The way you interacted with everyone was admirable but when he accidentally made you angry he knew he shouldn’t have teased you. He saw the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and anger, before he knew what hit him, you were calling him out in front of everyone, including managers and other JYP groups. Embarrassed he made a pack to himself that you will be his no matter what he has to do, and he promised never to let you embarrass him the way you had just now again.  

Originally posted by j-miki

(Little something for Tullk that wouldn’t fit into a fic on it’s own. Mostly headcanon, spoilers for Volume 2)


“Take care of him, Tullk.”

The first time Tullk hears that phrase, he’s still a middle-aged man, one of many Ravagers under the flag of Stakar Ogord.

And the “him” is a bulky, blue-skinned young man – Centaurian? He hasn’t seen one of them in quite a while – standing half-hidden behind the massive figure that is Stakar, red eyes glaring at Tullk as if the other has already insulted him somehow even if they’ve just met.

Well, alright, perhaps Tullk has already seen the man, being half-carried, half-dragged along as Stakar showed up with him out of the middle of Kree-territory, one of the Centaurian’s arms over his shoulder and his own arm slung around the too-thin waist of the younger while Stakar declared with cold seriousness in his voice that the young one would come with them.

And even if Tullk hadn’t seen it, the missing fin and the scars branding the blue skin would still spell slave all too loud.

“Show him around,” Stakar’s voice pulls him from the memories of wildly flashing red eyes and defensively bared teeth and he nods, saluting with a fist on his chest. “Give him some easy things to work at for today, see that he gets his own bunk and some flesh on his rips. He’s skin and bones, it’s not pretty to look at.”

There’s a growl from the Centaurian at the last remark, but Stakar simply laughs and pushes the young one’s shoulder. Tullk notes that there is no fighting back, just a grumble and something that looks endearingly close to a pout. Pup is already growing accustomed, it seems.

“You think you can do that?”

“Sure thing, boss,” Tullk grins, more at the young one than at Stakar, and he gets another glare in return.

The glare is still present as Stakar leaves them with an easy wave, when it’s just the two of them. The Centaurian looks now even less relaxed than before, shoulders stiff and eyes drifting to Stakar’s retreating back one time too often.

Tullk decides it’s his turn to break the ice, and he – slowly, seeing how the red gaze immediately darts to the movement – extends a hand towards the other. “Hey there, mate, ‘m Tullk. I don’t think I’ve caught yer name, though.”

There’s a heavy silence, stretching until it’s not comfortable anymore, but Tullk smiles right through it and doesn’t even think of pulling his hand back.

His patience is met with success when there’s a voice, sounding unused and raspy. “Yondu. Udonta.”

If it’s even possible, Tullk’s smile grows even larger. “It’s nice to meet ye, Yondu. Come on, handshake, then we gonna grab something to eat first.”

A twitch and an eyebrow was raised at him in something that looked so very close to amusement. “Thought Ogord said showing around first.”

“Did ‘e? Didn’t catch that. My stomach is tellin’ me that eatin’ is first on the list, though.”

A thrill of unbound joy shoots through Tullk as the others bars his teeth – crooked, yellow and silver-capped things – in what is not a snarl, but a smile, and it makes him look so much more like the young man he still is, that Yondu. And what’s even better, a start of something, is the way rough blue fingers curl around Tullk’s, shaking them up and down carefully as Yondu rasps, “Eatin’ it is, then.”

“Glad we agree!” Tullk booms happily as he steers the other towards the kitchen.


“Take care of ‘im, Tullk!”

The second time he hears it, he’s well-past his best years, hair more white than grey, and he’s been part of Yondu Udonta’s crew long enough to know when Yondu is lost in thought rather than angry and so he catches the little body basically being shoved at him without startling, yelling “Yessir!” after the retreating back of his Captain.

The “him”, he discovers when looking down, is the little Terran they have picked up not more than a few days ago. Boy’s small and scrawny, pale and with red-rimmed eyes that speak of shed tears and sleepless nights.

Tullk can’t blame him, knowing how the whole crew had gathered around the child when he had been beamed up, had all but ripped his things from his tiny hands to look through it. Boy had been terrified and not understanding, seeing as he didn’t have a translator in his brain then and had only heard strange noises coming from equally strange men who had just taken him of his home planet.

A grin splits his face as he remembers the roar and the punch the boy had released straight at Retch’s face when the man had picked up the rectangular music-box the Terran had gripped so tightly. Yes, the child will find his place in the crew soon enough with that fire of his, and it’s only fair that Tullk will help him with that.

He kneels, getting on eyelevel with the tiny Terran, who only flinches slightly away from him before scowling, green – or blue? He isn’t sure in the bad lighting – eyes hard as steel as they regard him carefully. Not red, Tullk notes, but just as suspicious as the pair of eyes back then.

“Hey there, lil’ one,” he is careful to speak quietly and slowly, knowing that the brand-new translator will still be working at a slower setting right now. “’m Tullk. What’s yer name?”

There’s a bit of silence, then a sniffle that pulls at a heart Tullk sometimes wishes he didn’t have anymore, and a tiny, shaky voice, “Peter. Peter Quill.”

“’S nice to meet ye, Peter. Look, I think Capt’n meant I should show ye ‘round a bit, but how ‘bout we go grab us something to eat on the way and get to know each other a bit, first? Bet there’s a whole lot ye can tell me about yer planet, yea?”

Peter stares, and stares – gaze wandering from Tullk’s eyes to his smile, following the tattoos on his face, back to his eyes – before the boy whispers, “I’m hungry.”

“Ain’t that perfect! Then eatin’ it is, okay?” Tullk offers him a hand, full-well knowing how large his own hand is in comparison to the tiny childlike one, but he tries to push that thought away.

And smiles even wider when those tiny fingers wrap around his own calloused ones and shake it awkwardly. “…’kay.”

“See, glad we agree on that,” he grunts only a bit as he gets to his feet again – when did his knees start to crack so loudly, he wonders – and rests a comforting hand on Peter’s shoulder as he steers him towards the kitchen. “Now, tell me something about that planet of yers, a’right?”

Creepypasta #1029: The Things That Live Under My House Just Found A Way In

Length: Super long

Last week, my wife Katie and I finally closed on our new house, which we’d purchased for a laughable fraction of what the place was really worth. In retrospect, the price should’ve been a red flag, but who can blame me for jumping on this deal? The place was a steal and was no more than a half hour from my downtown office. It was a decent sized two story home with 3 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, and a large but not unmanageably colossal backyard where I planned to install a swing set or a swimming pool when Ellie was old enough (she’s currently the most adorable four year old on the face of the earth, but I digress). Not to mention, we were separated from our neighbors by a good half-acre of woods on either side, so we had more than enough privacy. Anyway, the house wasn’t a mansion by any stretch of the imagination, but it was more than adequate for the purposes of raising a young family in.

Unfortunately, the collective high of buying our first home didn’t last long. By the end of the second or third night, we’d become aware of some bizarre things going on in and around the house. The first thing we noticed were these faint scratching noises coming from what sounded like inside the walls. We figured a squirrel or a small bird had likely found its way behind the drywall and gotten trapped, so we began scheming ways to get the poor thing out without wreaking havoc on the structure. But we had no idea what the hell we were doing and got absolutely nowhere. I was just about one step away from taking a sledgehammer to the living room wall when Katie smartly suggested to let animal control take a swing at things before I ended up bringing down the entire damn house.

But in the three days before the specialist arrived, things took a sharp and unnerving downturn. The scratching got exponentially worse, and when things were quiet enough, we realized we could hear a distinct buzzing sound from underneath the floorboards, almost like there was a titanic beehive beneath the foundations of the house. 

As the hours turned into days, the buzzing got increasingly loud until you no longer had to strain to hear it. Then we noticed we could hear different scratchings from different parts of the wall simultaneously, and we realized we weren’t dealing with a single animal, but likely an infestation of some kind.

Things finally came to a head the morning the exterminator was scheduled to arrive. Katie and I woke up about an hour after dawn to the sound of Ellie screaming herself hoarse from her bedroom down the hall. My paternal instincts immediately kicked in and burned right through my early-morning grogginess, and before I knew what was happening I was bounding away towards her room. I threw open her door and immediately froze in my tracks.

What I saw there still scares the shit out of me - it was some kind of enormous hornet-like thing the size of a football, with a three and a half inch stinger jutting from its lower abdomen. Its hard to describe, but to put the damn thing’s sheer size into perspective, the flapping of its wings produced a sound that was as much like a small whooshing as it was identical to the insect-like buzz we’d been hearing.

In any case, I’d like to say I grit my teeth and charged the bastard with an upturned broom stick for threatening my baby girl, but that’s not the case - I instead slipped on my own sweat and fell on my ass out of sheer shock. Luckily for everyone, though, the bug didn’t seem too interested in taking on a full grown man, and it bolted back into the hole beneath the loose closet floor board the second it spotted me. 

Ellie was screaming uncontrollably the entire time, and a second or two later, Katie burst into the room, eyes wide with anxious confusion. I scrambled to my feet and ran to my daughter, hugging and kissing her and telling her the “mean bug” was gone and that she’d be okay, but it did little good. She continued to wail, and before long Katie began bombarding me with questions of her own.

“I don’t know, Kate,” I said as I picked the still whimpering Ellie up over my shoulder and started stroking her hair. “It was some sort of bug. Like a really, really huge one. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

We headed downstairs, plopped Ellie on the couch with a bowl of cereal and some cartoons, and headed into the kitchen to discuss the incident in harsh whispers.

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