“I hate to say it, but I think I’m over Disney. Their movies haven’t been original in quite some time, and now all these remakes make me wonder what the future of the company will be like. Seems like they’re losing money and running out of ideas fast.”
Okay so I am supposed to be working on my comic and wound up getting distracted looking at cool pictures of ostriches, as you do. So here I am, looking up cool pictures of ostriches, and I decide to look up pictures of people riding ostriches, because that’s a thing. And then I find this picture:
Ah, yes, very cool! Ostrich running very fast. Wait, but what’s this…?
OTHER cool rideable animals?? Sure, let’s check this out!
Ah yes, a wonderfully clickbait-y title. Let’s see what we have in store!
A yak? Well, okay. Not the most incredible animal, but I’ve never seen someone using one as a mount before, so let’s–
A/N: This was purely inspired from my dream about jungkook and I am not even kidding.
It was not
that bad living in a forest that was split in half over a dictated mandate of
territory between two packs. There are certain rules, boundaries and policies
that need to be respected and dutifully be obeyed that doesn’t really bother
you that much.
a little as ever since a child who learned to run fast on your paws, you loved
to wander around your territory, always tip toeing on the line of the
boundaries, enjoying the thrill of being able to be cross over with permission
gave you adrenaline that makes you giddy. But now at the ripe age of 21 you
know better than to do that as you might anger your pack’s Alpha also known as
your every doting but strict older brother, Kim Jaejoong. He was the mighty
Alpha talked around by other packs as the youngest but one of the strongest and
most influential Alpha as of today.
He was the youngest as the passing of your
Father had been dearly early for the both of you as a disease took his life and
thus descending the throne to your brother at the age of 17. Now 25 and well
known he has mostly kept you guarded and a tad bit spoiled to lessen the guilt
of not always being present in your life as a brother as the pack always needed
his guidance with, and that the loss of parental guidance physically had
rendered him to feel the need of spoiling you as you are the only full blood
family he has left, besides the pack as of now he has not yet found his mate.
treated like a fine gem and princess by your brother and the pack but, you
definitely behest to be a damsel in distress. You could pack a punch and put up
a decent fight if you found a need to defend yourself, as your brother deeply
cares for your safety and you needed to learn something that comes with the
instincts of being a werewolf.
just threading through the trees deep inside the forest you know so well like a
puzzle you’ve outgrown, just minding the peaceful blessing of silence
accompanied with the gentle breeze that floats around, the calming crunching
sound that the fallen leaves every time you step on them, it didn’t scare you
one bit that you’re all alone in the forest as many of your pack mates are in
the center of the part of your land tending the packs needs and business and
you have already cleaned the whole house and left some food for your brother if
he ever goes back to your humble cottage so thought that you deserved to get to
roam around a little bit before heading back and help the women of pack for
some other chores.
As you were nearing the boundary, you saw the huge rock there
which had been your spot ever since you have been visiting the place. It was
just about a meter away from the boundary which is on the safe side to just
hang out and past time in. There wasn’t anything much on that part of the forest, just the
trees, mother’s nature pure an adulterated beauty with animals loitering
around, the great air within the place and the peaceful aura just calms you
down and lulls you to peace.
you were so deeply thrown into your
own world that you have lowered your guard down as you didn’t sense anyone from
the opposite land nearing you, but you
can faintly smell their scent, in a rattled you quickly scrambled to get up, but as
you do, you’ve howled to notify your brother as you can
sense a bit of danger laced with the somebody who was nearing you, while doing
so you pray earnestly to the moon goddess to help you.
You were about to sprint back to the safety of your home when
you were tackled to the ground by a man who was well built and no doubt whose
size towered over you in both length and width, which lead you to scream as you
were closing your eyes due to the suddenness of the occurrence before looking
to your assault. He has a mop of soft looking brown hair, which was
tousled due to him running, he has those deep brown orbs but it looks
hazy and murky, his nose kept twitching and that you could hear he was
breathing with heavy breaths and
that his body was tense overall, though those things aside, he was
a magnificent looking specimen and that he has this aura of an alpha seeping
through him and his alpha pheromones on full blast.
But that was not one that got your full focus.
It was the scent that he carries around him, musky but has this tinge of
certain sweet smell of vanilla that has your stomach fluttering and that your
mind screaming one word.
definitely your mate, there was no doubting that as you were hit with the
sudden realization, there was this certain gut feeling and pull you have towards
him, not only does your hunch doesn’t prove you wrong as he moved his face to
the juncture of your neck and shoulder, with the tip of his nose ghosting over
your skin while muttering the word ‘mate’ over and over again.
But when he kissed your neck that was when you fought back to
remove him from you, mate or not, you always had this principle of naturalizing
processes, but then with you are fighting him off, he seemed
to exert more of his dominance in you as he was now pinning your hands by your
head and full of giving
your whole neck kisses, that is when you realized he was going into his heat,
you can feel and smell it as his scent and pheromones hits you in waves and
waves plus with his body tensing in desperation just makes it obvious.
You always had been in control most of your life, you always
kept in check with your words, actions and feelings. After your father’s
passing you have disciplined yourself to have strong self- control and will to
help lessen the burden to your brother who already has too much responsibility he
has. You try to suppress the
animal instincts you have when you go through your first heat, though it may
seem impossible to do so, but you
had miraculously had done so with that your iron like self-control, though some
chains had been broken but not as severe as other wolves doing when they go
through their heat unmated.
With his hands now roaming over your body and heading inside
your shirt, you have stilled and calmed yourself before mustering up every
ounce of strength you have in your small build to push him off, though successful, it only
threw him about a meter from you, you still took the chance to get up and run
away from him, sprinting with all your might
hoping for your brother to quickly get here.
able to get to the clearing before your little town, but he was definitely hot
on your heels, probably with adrenaline pumping through his veins. Your little
chase just managing to excite him more.
But he was
able to catch up to you, pinning you onto a tree while hoisting your legs to
wrap them around his waist while taking advantage of your gasping as an access
to kiss you fully on the mouth, while he did so you have pulled up your fist to
smack them on his chest as you were now running out of breath hinting him to
stop, in which your pleading worked as he stopped while his eyes was still
close and pressed his forehead to yours with heavy breathes he muttered
“please.” He was clearly more powerful than you and he seemed to have an iron
clasp around you with your little act of rebellion reminding him just how
feisty you can be.
But before he can dive right back in to claim your lips again, he was
whirled to the side and you finally see your brother standing with his stance
powerfully projecting his title as an alpha and protectively in front of you
shielding you from the intruder, assaulter
mate.” The intruder has roared with his form still tense and now also
projecting his alpha aura.
your mate but, clearly she didn’t like you coming to her like that plus this is
my land so you better respect me and my sister.” Your brother who was seething
barked back at him.
just hissed at him and got on his fighting stance, clearly pissed off.
whispered worriedly to your brother as you meekly put a hand on his shoulder
and he turned and looked at it then smiled reassuringly at you and you
retracted your hand back.
“I do not
wish to fight you, I want us to resolve this diplomatically. Tell me your name
and where you came from!” Jaejoong said with a calm voice but with clear
authority on his voice and had taken a protective stance while maintaining his
Jungkook, son of the Northern side’s alpha.” You were finally able to put a
name to the face of your mate. He had seemed to also calm down a bit as his
posture becomes straight.
“I am not
going to punish you, but I will have a talk with your alpha regarding your
actions with clear trespassing and assault.” Your brother had with a clear
voice and he really seemed serious.
“I do admit
to trespassing, but not to the accusation of assault as she is my mate.”
Jungkook bit back with annoyance in his voice.
have a lot to learn to be an alpha though you have the traits and aura you seem
to have too much confidence. It is assault when the other party has not given
consent and I know my sister, she maybe your mate but she has her principles. I
wish to talk to you when you clearly have a clear head and not in heat, I may
not be able to blame you with your actions with your situation, but as the
Alpha of this land I have to protect my pack and most importantly my family. I
also suggest when you’ve got a clear mind is the right time to talk to her.”
Jaejoong had explained with a strict voice and finality on his tone. After
doing so he turned back and put a hand on your shoulder to escort you back.
turning you around you had looked at Jungkook who had screamed out of
frustration, but not without looking at you with longing and regret in his
You looked back straight into his eyes with eyes, unsure of what to feel not breaking eye contact with
him after your brother whisking you away quickly breaking the staring contest
as you fade further from his view.
mickey playing soccer and liking it and practicing everyday and he's really good cause he can run fast and he is ruthless and he's best buds wirh his teammates and he has friends who love him and idk wherte he meets ian but ian hates soccer but he loves mickey so he comes to every game
Ian and Mickey meet when the game Mickey’s team had going runs a little longer than expected.
Ian and his lacrosse team had this field booked for a certain time and have the permit to prove it. Ian is patient for a little while, but it’s gonna start getting dark soon and his team needs to practice goddamnit. So, being the prick he is, he stomps onto the field and Mickey barrels right the fuck into him, losing the ball and resulting in the other team scoring a goal and winning the game.
Ian and Mickey scream it out for a bit, yelling about who has the right to be there and getting pretty personal and mean with their insults.
But, they both have games/practice at that field every week on the same day and the animosity between them cools off a little when Ian notices how strong Mickey’s thighs are and Mickey gets a good look at Ian’s bare back while he stretches. 👀👀👀👀
“He saved me and his memory has never left my mind. In the early 1980s, my small unit was pinned down at the border town of Balanbale. A bullet pierced one of my legs, and I fell to the ground. The majority of my colleagues died except one: Warsame. Warsame was a young soldier who at that time was newly-wed. His wife was one of the prettiest girls in town, and he was very much in love with her, he never stopped boasting how lucky he was to have her. He was full of life and was a proper comedian. He even made our old timers laugh. I thought Warsame and I were going to die and I said my prayers. On the other hand, Warsame had other plans. He lifted me up and told me to run as fast as I can whilst he took a prone position and returned suppressive fire so that I could get away and live for another day. With a bullet lodged in my leg, I ran as hard as I could with excruciating pain and met the Somali oncoming backup. They tended my wounds and mounted a rescue operation for Warsame, who moments ago saved my life. When we returned, it was too late. I just didn’t understand. He was healthy, not wounded but yet sacrificed his young life so that I could live another day. That night, I wept like I never wept before. As a battle-hardened soldier, it broke me. War is hell; peace is life.”
“Wuu i badbaadiyey, xusuustiisana noloshayda kama baxayso waligeed. Waxay ahayd bilowgii 1980s markii Balanbale oo ah tuulo xadka ku taala la qabsady. Kooxdii aan ka tirsana oo aad u yaraa waa la jabiyey, xabad ba igaga dhacday lugaha kadib dhulkaan ku dhacay. Inta badan asaxaabtaydi waa dhinteen marka laga reebo Warsame Warsame oo ahaa askari aad u da’ayar isla markaana caruus ahaa, xaaskiisu waxay ahayd gabadha ugu quruxda badan magalaada aadna wuu u jeclaa. Wuuna ku faani jiray. Wuxuu ahaa nin dadka ka qosliya markasta wuxuu samayn jiray inuu naga qosliyo, waxaan u haystay aniga iyo Warsame in aanu dhimanayno, waan duceeyey. Warsame wuxuu laha qorshe kale, intuu sare I qaaday ayuu yiri, carar intii aad awoodi karto isaguna wuu I difaacayey intaas oo dhan, si aan u helo jid aan ku badbaado una nolaado maalin kale. Maadama xabad igaga dhacday lugaha, waan orday ilaa xad intii aan awoodi karayey anigoo xanuun dareemaya kadib waxaan la kulmay ciidan gurmad ah kuwaas oo i badbaadiyey. Warsame noloshayda ayuu badbaadiyey. Kadib markii aanu noqonay, wakhti danbe ahayd, waan ka so gaari weyney. Maan fahansanayn taas. Wuu caafimaad qabay wiil dhalinyaro ayuu ahaa, muu dhawacmin laakiin noloshiisi wuuxu khatar taas u galiyey si uu aniga I badbaadiyo, Habeenkaas waxaan u ooyey si anaan weligay u ooyin. Colaad waa lagu dhintaa: nabad waa lagu dhaqmaa.”
Well I mean I'm not a car girl. I give zero shits about cars. I don't particularly like my brother or my dad either. The month before it was stolen my dad had paid it off and reduced coverage from full to liability (lmfao). My brother cried at the sound of the fenders scraping the driveway when it came off the tow truck. The scary thing was that I heard the whole thing and just assumed my dad was doing another late night beer or fast food run. Can you imagine if I'd checked out the window?
Girlfriend was supposed to get her mom’s old car, but it went through a bunch of repair needs and was up on cinder blocks. They were about to go get it fixed one day and found that it had been stolen.
We are not entirely sure how.
Best we can figure is that they stole it in bits and pieces and reassembled it elsewhere.
I’m a very logical person, and I believe most things can be explained through science, but I’ve had a few experiences that I’ve had trouble explaining to myself–moments my body tells me has happened, but my mind tells me should not have. I guess, according to sixpence, they’re called “glitches”.
As I said, I’ve had a few of these experiences, but most of them have been fractions of seconds long. I’m not superstitious or overtly paranoid, but last summer, on a cruise with two of my cousins around my age, something happened that I haven’t quite been able to shake.
It was our second night on the ship, and we thought it would be funny to run around causing havoc, in a real “Leonardo Decaprio sticking it to the upper class in Titanic” sort of way. We found our way to the richer levels, and laughed our way down elaborate hallways with beautiful lighting. While walking (or rather, stomping) we discovered that each door had a doorbell. These halls were different from the rest of the ship in that they were long and dead-ended. This meant that when we decided to ding-dong-ditch everyone, it required that one person stand at the end of the hall, then sprint to the two waiting at the exit while slamming their hands on each doorbell. After much discussion, we decided that my boy cousin was faster than both of us, and would be less likely to get caught.
After a few seconds of preparation, my cousin and I danced on our feet, watching him speed through the halls, itching to run from our self-inflicted trouble. When he got to the end, a large man stuck his head out of his fancy door, and after watching us giggling and pressing more doorbells, decided to chase us. There aren’t many places to hide if you get caught on a boat, so an unspoken consensus was made that we would need to run fast enough to not be recognized.
We sprinted down levels and levels of stairs, until we reached a landing with no where to go, except for into the endless hallways. Now the hallways were set up so that if you kept running in one direction, you would go in circles, but each landing had an exit to the left and an exit to the right. We knew we had a few seconds to debate which way to go, but for the first time that night, I disagreed with them. I thought it would be more faster to get to our room if we went to the left, and they thought the same of the right. We didn’t have time to debate and agree, because we soon heard yells and stomps from the stairs in front of us. Without thinking, we split up. I pulled out my timer, just to prove without a doubt that my way was faster, and began sprinting, quickly finding my way towards our room. My timer, which I screenshotted, said 1 minute, 34 seconds. I entered the room smugly, convinced I had beat them.
When I saw my cousins talking closely when I entered, I was disappointed. When they saw me, they were shocked. They had been discussing what to say to my grandma about me getting caught by the man. To them I had been gone for over an hour. To me and my phone, I had been gone for 1 minute, 34 seconds.
The next half hour was spent debating how long I was gone, the games with the doorbells before were completely forgotten.
Everything except for my timer and my mind tell me that they were right, but I know what my phone says, and I know I would not have been able to continuously sprint for over an hour.
That night I lay awake, trying to convince myself that they were right, but I knew how long I had run for, and so I kept asking myself: where was I for the other 58 and ½ minutes?