Ok but consider Zelda as a playable character

  • can’t run quite as fast as Link but has more stamina so can run for longer
  • ditto swimming, less likely to straight up fkn drown  
  • ditto climbing, can’t do the jumpy thing either 
  • not as good with close combat/melee weapons but does more damage and is faster/more accurate with a bow and arrow 
  • HOWEVER she does some SERIOUS damage if you Flurry Rush and her backflip is graceful as fuck
  • not unlike the Master Sword, the Bow of Light doesn’t break, just needs time to recharge 
  • doesn’t have any of the champions’ abilities (those were intended for Link and will stay that way) but her sacred power has attack, shielding and healing elements depending on the situation in which it is used 
  • elixirs last twice as long cos U KNOW SHE’S BETTER AT MAKING THEM 
  • sneakier!!!! 
  • can wear Link’s armour without it magically moulding to her body and becoming Sexy Armour™ 
  • s e l f i e s 

Ok. So, I just wanna talk about this for a second. For anyone who doesnt know, this is from the teaser for season 4. It should be on this hellsite somewhere if you wanna watch it, or you can find it on youtube.

Now, if you haven’t seen season 3 yet, you should probably stop reading this, cause I’m gonna mention a few spoilers. There probably not going to be terribly large spoilers, but spoilers all the same. If you’ve seen season 3 or you dont care about spoilers, then read on.

Okay, so… I was watching the teaser and I didn’t think much of this scene at first. But upon seeing it again something seemed odd. In this scene (in case you haven’t seen it or don’t remember it) Lotor is chasing after something and desperately trying to hit it with his sword. This is significant because, so far when Lotor has fought anyone, he’s calm and cool. Hell, so far Lotor seems to be someone who never seems to loose his calm exterior and always seems to be in control. He does crack sometimes, but not like this. In this scene he’s clearly upset. In fact, I’d go as far as to say he’s in a panic. I mean, look at the look on his face in the last shot. Whatever it is he’s desperate to wound/kill it and he needs to do it before it can get away.
Okay. So Lotor is trying to hit something and he’s freaking out. “What’s your point Star?” You might find yourself asking.
Well, take a look at the shots again. Look at who’s in them. Acxa, Zethrid, and Ezor are in the shot with Lotor, but not Narti. In case you aren’t sure who Narti is, she’s the blind mute one. The one with the cat.
Alright so, if you’ve seen episode 7 of season 3, you know that there’s a strong chance that that cat is in fact Haggar’s. When he got sick she treated him with quintessence, apparently making him immortal or something similar.
“But Star,” you ask, “what does this have to do with anything?”
I’m glad you asked!
If you’ve seen season 3, then you remember the episode where Haggar sent someone too spy on Lotor because she doesnt trust him. He’s obviously caught because Lotor’s not an idiot. He confronts Haggar about it, throwing the cybornetic arm of her spy at her. Now I don’t know about you, but to me the whole thing felt odd. Haggar is normally at least a little bit sneakier then that. The whole thing sort of plays off as a simple filler scene simply put there too show that Lotor is playing by his own rules and Haggar isn’t having it and doesn’t trust him. But I think Haggar is a little smarter then that. She’s been the brains behind Zarkon for ten thousand years after all.
If you can’t tell where I’m going with this, let me explain. I’d say the cat (or possibly Narti herself) is there to spy for Haggar. I’d say he realizes this in that moment, perhaps after something large about his plans has been exposed, and in a fit of panic and anger tries to kill it (or Narti). Even the way it’s framed. The camera is placed between Acxa and Zethrid, like the person or whatever Lotor is attcking is standing in formation with the three other girls. That would make the scene from Narti’s point of view. Specifically, this is what she would be seeing (except it would have to be the cat seeing it because she doesn’t have eyes but that’s not the point). Both Zethrid and Ezor seem to be in a state of shock. Acxa just seems to be stepping out of his way.
So I guess what I’m saying is that, next season, if anyone turns put to be a traitor amongst Lotor’s group, it’s the cat/ Narti.
Thank you for your time.

The Things We Give Welsh Learners: y Babi Sinsir

So I was going through our bookshelf yesterday, because we’re fast approaching the point where we need a clear-out, and I came across one of my all-time favourite creations ever, probably even beating shit like the wheel and penicillin. Years back, before leaving The Man to pursue his dreams of being a sort of professional clown-thing, my husband used to be a translator for Neath Port Talbot Council; as is often the way with Welsh councils, though, owing to a lack of money and also everywhere is really close to each other (this country is 150 miles wide at its widest point, and about 47 miles at the thin bit. Ver ver small), NPT Council’s translating department was shared by Swansea Council. Thus it was that, in the halcyon days of circa 2009, the two decided to team up and produce a new Welsh language book for learners between them, and thus it got sent through to Steffan to proof read it.

A Thing You May Not Know: Welsh is one of ten indigenous languages to Britain, arguably the oldest, and has been viciously oppressed over the last millennium and a half as part of England’s big If You Destroy Their Culture They’ll Be Glad To Be Ruled By You policy. These days, it’s nonetheless still spoken by approximately a fifth of the Welsh population; a hell of a feat, considering, but the suppression of it continues to this day (just in cleverer, sneakier ways now than whipping people’s children if they’re heard.) But it is classified as Endangered. Thanks to Welsh-language schools now being a thing (though supply is much lower than demand), transmission rates to the younger generation are pretty good; but, Welsh is peculiarly dependent on adult learners.

This means that learner books might have to appeal to both children and adults while using very simple language, which I explain in case it in some way justifies the bewildering weirdness of what I’m about to show you; because at first glance, this book is simply for children. But it’s… Well. 


I present to you, with translations in bold and commentary by me, Y Babi Sinsir.

Literally, “the Ginger Baby”, but they mean ‘ginger’ as in ‘gingerbread’. Literal ginger. Not the colour.

This is Mr Jones. This is Mrs Jones.

What’s wrong, Mrs Jones? I want a baby.

Note: there will be some confusion in this book about whether the narrator is speaking, or anyone else. It might seem cut and dried here, but there are no speech marks around “Dw i eisiau babi”, whereas later speech marks are used, and also in two pages’ time the narrator will actively pass a value judgement using first person, so… Well.

But, so far so good.

Mrs Jones is making a Babi Sinsir.

… okay, so I like this page because of the capitalisation of Babi Sinsir and the lack of definite article. She’s just making a Babi Sinsir. You know, a Babi Sinsir? Magical baby made of gingerbread that you make if you can’t conceive but can’t afford IVF? Yeah. A Babi Sinsir. That’s right.

Let it be known that this is Not A Thing in Welsh folklore or mythology. What the fuck. How does this work. Where does the magic come from? Do you need a faerie ingredient? Will the next page tell us?

This is the Babi Sinsir. I like the Babi Sinsir.


But it is apparently shit-capable and needs a nappy. It’s good that the narrator likes it anyway.

The Babi Sinsir is bad. He’s running.

Uh oh.

“Come back, Babi Sinsir.”

Look how Worried the Joneses are. Funny how they don’t seem to be calling that enthusiastically, though. I’d have expected an exclamation mark at least. Did Mrs Jones always have a massive left arm? I can’t remember.

“Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Yeah, okay, so that’s the Welsh for “Run! Run! As fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!”, but once again, I’m going to have to draw attention to the lack of expressive punctuation here. It really feels like this naughty Babi Sinsir’s heart is just not in this.

“Come and help, Mr Horse.” “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Cool, look, a floating horse has come to help.

The pen there, incidentally, was an attempt by the translators to work out who was talking. I can’t imagine why. This dialogue is on fire, everyone can tell.

“Come and help, Mrs Cow.” “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Now they have been joined in their high-speed zombie shuffle by a married floating cow who is, if I’m not much mistaken, high as shit.

“Come and help, Mr Goat.”  “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

I’m starting to suspect the artist only knew how to draw the legs on animals in one way.

“Come and help, Mr Dog.”  “Run, run, Catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

Yes, that dog is definitely here to ‘help’. Also… the Babi Sinsir is literally within reach of Mrs Jones’ massive left arm now. Why is she not just picking him up?

“Come and help, Miss Cat.” “Run, run, Catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”

You may be wondering at this point if this is just… the whole book. An ever-increasing flock of floating zombie creatures shuffling after a naughty gingerbread baby in a nappy who is committing the cardinal sin of running. I mean… where can they go from here, amirite? A sheep? A squirrel? A chicken? We can hit a hundred pages this way, easy. The concern is the artist, whom I think was stretched a bit beyond their means on this project anyway.

BUT WORRY NOT! Shit’s about to go down, guys.

Oh no! Here comes Mr Wolf. Mr Wolf runs and catches the Babi Sinsir.






This doesn’t bode well for the -

Half of the Babi Sinsir is left.


Quarter of the Babi Sinsir is left.


The Babi Sinsir has gone! There’s tasty.

What the



I realise this is not the main point to make here, but two pages ago it had eaten half of that nappy, and now it’s whole again and delicately discarded to one side, I just want

I mean

It’s okay, right? This happens in fairytales? Little Red Riding Hood? Someone will eviscerate the fox and out will come the Babi Sinsir…’s pieces, and they can be baked back together…?

No one cares!

Mrs Jones is making another Babi Sinsir.

The new Babi Sinsir loves Mrs Jones.


…okay, so there’s a lot for us all to take in right now, and we’re all going to get through it at different speeds. But I’m just going to draw attention to the fact that Mr Jones is now merely depicted as a picture on the wall, and the new Babi Sinsir apparently only loves Mrs Jones, and…

Okay so they just lost their beloved baby gingerbread son because he got eaten alive by a fox in dungarees calling itself a wolf, right? Mrs Jones apparently couldn’t give less of a fuck if she tried, as long as she has some flour and ginger left over to make another. This one she made to love her.

Mr Jones, I presume, had a total mental breakdown and drank himself to death. At the very least, he’s left her, look. All she has left is the photo.

But does dim ots! Mae’r Babi Sinsir newydd yn caru Mrs Jones.

And that is the story of Y Babi Sinsir, aka the greatest work of literature ever written.

IMO, part of the genius of Hannibal as a series on network TV: You didn’t get the bad language. You didn’t get blatant nudity. It wasn’t like the movies.  Or what HBO or Showtime would have done with the concept. Everything is so calm, so calculated, so polite.  Which ends up making it scarier and weirder.

Reminds me of that point my drama teacher said about old Hollywood movies under the Hayes code: 

“They were censored, They couldn’t say the ‘F’ word. You couldn’t even show a man and woman in a bed together. So they resorted to other, sneakier and more intelligent ways to get to the viewer.”

Ultimately, I think Hannibal being on network TV was a good thing.

I don’t think that show would have worked with everyone swearing and cursing all the time. Which would have happened on cable.

I am going to submit a random headcanon to you:  

Stiles dragging the pack to play Laser Tag.

Stiles that played once, when he was twelve. He asked it as his birthday present, and John and Melissa drove them to the nearest place from Beacon Hills. Stiles was absolutely delighted, until they learned that they would be put with strangers to form a team. It all went downhill from there. 

They were left alone to be shot at fifteen seconds in, and had to hide under a ramp. Scott had an asthma attack when the fog machines started and Stiles, terrified, had to drag both of them out. He then fell into a full blown panic attack in the changing rooms.

So, not their best memory.

But fast forward seven years later. They are nineteen now, Scott is a werewolf and Stiles has been tortured and shot at. Laser tag is gonna be easy. Stiles is so ready to avenge their younger selves.

He only need a team.

Stiles prudently presents the idea during pack night. He’s not worried for most of them, he knows that most of his friends have an unhealthy love for violence and winning. He’s also ready to make Scott cry in order to convince Isaac.

The only unknown variable is their taciturn alpha. Somehow, convincing him to play with lasers in a room reeking of teenager’s hormones and sweat seems like a difficult task. But Stiles has prepared his speech, he has perfectly reasonable arguments, and he will bullshit about pack unity and trust exercises if need be.

Of course, because this is Derek and he likes to fuck up with Stiles’ expectations, he’s only finished the first sentence of his passionate plea when Derek raises one hand in the air to stop him.

Yes,” he breathes, and smiles. They all blink at him a little. Derek keeps smiling, bunny teeth showing and looking almost… excited.


Derek’s family apparently used to throw their kids into the woods to pitch them against each other for fun.

Stiles is not surprised.

Stiles is awfully not surprised.

This was the family whose genes created Peter Hale.

Not noticing their stunned silence, Derek describes his childhood memories. During their monthly run under the full moon, adults used to hide colored pieces of tissue everywhere. The next day, Derek, his sisters and cousins were all let loose, in several teams, into the wood. At dusk, the team that was able to bring back the more targets to their home base while protecting said home base from enemy raids won. The prize was some old trophy, bragging rights and first crack at every dish during the huge dinner.

Derek is trying so hard to communicate his enthusiasm for his claws-and-fangs-allowed, hunger-game version of catch the flag that his hands are moving a little bit in the air. It’s adorable.

When Scott tries to get back on the subject of laser tag (Stiles glares at him, because Derek was sharing things), Derek immediately nods and explains helpfully that there is a place supernatural-friendly just 45 minutes away from Beacon Hills. There is no protest in the pack. Stiles bats the air with his fist in victory.

Their first game together teaches Stiles a lot of things.

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You had showered and dressed into new clean clothes, you were sure you had erased any scent of it off you. Of course, that wouldn’t be the only hurdle you would have to face to hide your little escapade from your family. 

First was Alice, you had to get around her. So, you met at La Push, where her gift couldn’t see on you on the Reservation. 

The second was Edward, you would need to keep your mind calm and quite, and not think about it. But actively trying not to think about it, made it harder.

You might be able to do this. You’ve hidden things from Edward before. You had many years of practice after all. 

But years of practice hadn’t helped you today. You had made it three feet in the house before you heard a loud groan of anguish from somewhere inside. Considering Edward could read minds in a couple miles radius, you were impressed you made it to the house first without him knowing, let alone inside. Even if it was three steps. 

The next second, Edward was in front of you, your older brother, staring down at you, a dismayed expression on his face. 


His voice calm and even. Somehow that made it worse. Your face flushing red. “Butt out.”

Emmett strolled into the room, a light frown on his face, “Whats up?”

Edward looked at you, with a look that said: Should you tell him, or I?

Edward, I am nineteen years old, and I have a right as a goddamn human to make the choice I made. Are you really going to do this to me? Your fired back in your mind. Is this the impression you want to leave me with from Sex? Negative and unhealthy?

His ridged form tensed up, “Y/N, see things from my view -”

“No!” you interjected, “My decision, my right as a human, too. Remember that.” 

Walking around him, you made your way upstairs.

“I don’t get it,” Emmett said, looking between you two, “What happened?”

“Our dear little sister had sex, that’s what happened.”

It set off a domino effect. 

You whirled around, firing out vicious words. 

Emmett let out a loud, shocked ‘WHAT?!’, staring at you in confusion. 

(Really, they were going to blow it wide out of proportion.)

Alice and Rose appeared at the foot of the stairs, not mad, more amused. Honestly, they agreed with you. All the men in the house were going to take this too personally. 

Jasper looked like a hurt child, “Y/N, I thought we agreed the acceptable age would be a hundred, why …”

In the other room, Esme and Carlisle shared a look. Honestly, their children … ironically happened to act like your parents too, where being too harsh on you. 

They at least understood you were an adult to make this decision.

“Guys!” you screamed, “I will take you all out when I turn, so stop treating me like I am a child.”

“Who is it?” Emmett asked, “I want a name, phone number, home address. Does he have a job?”

“Emmett -”

“Answer the question Y/n.” Jasper and Edward said in union.

“Rosalie back me up, you say you want me to have normal human experiences!”

Rosalie turned on them, sudden filled with indignation, “She’s right. Leave her be. This isn’t any of your business anyway.”

Their eyes flickered between you and Rose and left, no doubt plotting a murder with the information Edward had gathered from your mind. 

Alice looked at you, “I’m impressed you got that around me.”

“We’ll, living with Vampires makes you more sneakier then the average person.”

Rosalie linked her arm through yours, going into best friend/ mother mode, “Let’s get away from listening ears and talk.”

You knew Rose, she would be open minded on it all, and it would be nice to talk to someone about it. Alice too.

“I concur. Let’s go.”

~Admin Bree


Jack Wilder x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: some smut, mentions of sex

You knew Jack was up to something. Despite his attempts to hide it you knew exactly what he was up to. Of course, it helped when you were taken in for questioning about the Four Horsemen but you’d neglected to tell Jack about that.

So, when he mysteriously vanished for a while you decided to travel to Las Vegas and attend their show, finding it easy to get the money with a few simple tricks and cons. As soon as you set foot on solid ground and walked through the airport you’d managed to con your way into a few free nights at the best hotel Las Vegas had to offer, a town car and a chauffeur.

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Harrison and Tom are in Atlanta.

Harrison’s posted photos from their hotel when they were filming back in January/February from both the view from their window and the hotel’s gym:

Left: Harrison’s instagram story from February.
Right: Harrison’s instagram story from a few days ago.

Plus, we know that Tom hopped a plane a few days ago, leaving Montreal where Chaos Walking is being filmed. Harrison also was on a plane leaving Las Vegas, but he could have met Tom anywhere.

Also a few months ago Tom said in a radio interview that he had to go film some stuff for Avengers 4 at around the same time as Chaos Walking.

To top it off, both Tom and Harrison posted throwback photos recently. Tom didn’t make his an obvious throwback, however his hair was longer in the instagram photo than it is now and in it he has a cut from when he rebroke his nose a few weeks ago. Tom ALWAYS posts throwbacks when he’s doing secret stuff, often Marvel related.

Left: Tom’s most recent instagram post. (long hair, cut from breaking his nose).
Right: Tom’s most recent instagram story (short hair, no cut).

Conclusion: Tom is filming Avengers 4 in Atlanta with Harrison right now.


For anon…reader is caretaker of the younglings as requested. Enjoy!

You quietly left the room where you taught the Younglings. With your key, you locked the door. It had been another late night for you. Mostly, you had stretched your time because of a certain Jedi Knight.

Biting your lip, you started treading down the hall. You walked up the staircase and went on your way. After awhile, you stopped at a seemingly pointless spot in the middle of the hallway. It was only a moment before you felt hands wrap around your waist.

You giggled slightly as you felt Obi Wan rest his chin on your shoulders. You could feel his beard gently scratching at your skin.

“Hello love,” he whispered, “How were the Younglings today?”
You spun in his arms. “A little out of sorts, but a brief visit from your pupil seemed to do them some good.”
He arched a brow. “That so? It was probably good for Anakin as well.”

Obi Wan gazed at you as the two of you fell silent. Without so much as a word, the two of you gently kissed in the quiet of the hallway. You hand held his head as you deepened the kiss, his hands traveling to your hips.

“Beautiful night it is.”

The two of you jumped back from each other as you sheepishly faced Yoda. You kept your gaze away as Obi Wan stuttered to explain.

“M-Master Yoda. I can explain.”
The master simply arched a brow. “For a walk I might go. Many who do at night.”

Obi Wan’s eyes widened slightly. He glanced back at you; you answered with a shrug.

“Sir?” the Jedi Knight chanced at asking.
“Be sneakier you must. Might see someone will.”

The two of you watched in confusion as Master Yoda continued to walk past you.

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Stranger Things Fanfic: Wrong House

Summary: The Party has a plan to egg Troy’s house on Halloween, but they accidentally get Chief Hopper’s instead.  

Pairing: Mike/Eleven, Lucas/Max,

Universe: Slight!Au where Eleven is the adopted daughter of Hopper but she has no supernatural background, These Kids are Disasters in any universe. Pretend this Halloween is on a Friday night.

Word Count: 3k

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Summary: Stiles just wants something to take with him to college. Something special.

Notes: I’ve been wanting to poke fun at this inconsistency in the show for a while, and I finally wrote it! Just another excuse for a little fluff and humor. (On AO3)

Derek grabs a few of Stiles’ heaviest boxes (but not enough to be suspicious, who knows if the neighbors are watching), and slides them into the back of the jeep with the rest of Stiles’ college “essentials.” He’d said he was only taking the bare minimum, but Derek is beginning to doubt that.

At this rate, they’re going to have to pack some stuff in the Camaro, too.

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anonymous asked:

Hello love, could you rec me your favourite 8th year fics on ao3?

Hello yourself! YES, I can absolutely do this and honestly I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life. I am OBSESSED with 8th year fics and I hope I can recommend at least a few you haven’t read already! :)

*warning*: This is an Extremely Long List. It is in literally no order because I love all of these fics so much it is as if they are my own children and I couldn’t possibly rank them

Unexpected Consequences by Lauren3210 (39K)- Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn’t know why he expected anything different.
This is one of the first fics I ever read and I still remember it clearly; it was THAT good! As an alternative to Azkaban, Draco is allowed to attend Hogwarts provided he agrees to a bond with Harry that makes him to do whatever Harry says. Naturally, once the feelings start this causes a lot of worrying and angst and klsfhd it’s just really really good! Also did I mention they share a private room? I know I can’t be the only one who lives for that.

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill (73K)- Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.
Another of the first ever fics I read (and reread!) and MAN IS IT FUCKING AMAZING. The lust starts right from the beginning and there are *lots* of party games and a secret relationship and sweet moments and teaching of patronus charms and *sigh* I just want to go read it again right now!

Lumos by birdsofshore (41.5K)- Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.
FABULOUS fic in which they are roommates and then Draco wanks and then Harry wanks and then Draco and Harry wank at the same time, and then there are feelings!! A thousand times yes.

Strange Bathfellows by Bixgirl1 (27.5K)- It started with a bath. Or a potions accident. Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore.Featuring: Uncomfortable wanking, more comfortable wanking, mutual wanking, bath sharing, inappropriate betting, secret shagging, those secrets at Hogwarts that everyone knows, and oblivious Harry who knows one thing: he’s falling in love.
Harry and Draco being forced to share a bath is everything I never knew I needed until I was blessed enough to find this fic. @bixgirl1 has MANY truly ✨FABULOUS✨ eighth year fics (for example Instruction for a Misplaced Slytherin (8.5K) in which Draco teaches Harry about sex and In Evidence of Magical Theory (43.5K), which features forced bonding) and you should definitely read them all, but Strange Bathfellows remains my favorite! :)

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Bodyguard! Park Woojin

Masterlist can be found (here)

Genre: fluff, lots & lots of fluff
Warning: This is half actual writing/half crack lol 
Based off: this list of prompts
A/N: Dedicating this to @woojiniee who was probs the first woojin stan I met on this site? She is the cutest y’all so make sure to check her fics out! My next fic as requested by Dain (when both fluff writers are writing angst heh) would be an angst so here’s some cute fluff to counter that first!  

“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”

  • You were the heiress to one of the largest companies in South Korea
  • Your father was the owner of various transportation companies while your mother was a model turned fashion designer of an extremely successful clothing line
  • Since young, you had a lot of exposure to the public as you were the only daughter of your family
  • Many wondered if you would take after your mother whom you inherited your looks from so you were used to attending events and stuff
  • But it went too far when journalists started stalking you that your dad started hiring bodyguards
  • NGL you hated your bodyguards with a passion
  • The bulky and muscular men were always emotionless and never giving you space like bRO
  • They wouldn’t even let you use the bathroom in peace ffs
  • Sure it was their job but it wouldn’t hurt if they could give you a proper reply when you ask them how was their day rather than just grunt and then whip out to speak on the walkie talkie 
  • Or how would they literally follow you everywhere and even go as far as to make sure your friends weren’t secretly enemies by harassing them
  • Let’s just say that it made you lose a lot of friends as result
  • They were uncomfortable and you would always tell your father that if he hired you a bodyguard, at least get one with a personality
  • Your father would shoot back, telling you they were meant to protect you and not to entertain you
  • That was how you develop a streak of running away from your bodyguards
  • It was up to the point where you had a reputation for being one of the hardest clients to deal with
  • You grew up with 2 brothers, Taehyun and Sungwoon, whom basically taught you everything you need to know about escaping from others (Y'ALL GO & SUPPORT JBJ)
  • Well, their original intentions were to tell you how to run away from kidnappers and not from your bodyguards;;;;
  • Your bodyguards had to spend almost every day trying to search for you in your school, mansion etc
  • Many eventually just resigned at the first month cause you were literally making it impossible for them to complete their task
  • That changed when you met your newest bodyguard, Park Woojin
  • When he was first introduced to you, you furrowed your brows when you noticed how he wasn’t like others
  • Appearance wise, he was slim yet toned and looked like he belonged to the runway with his perfectly crisp suit and leather shoes
  • Rather than a man in 40s with bald hair, he was around your age
  • You were hoping that he could amuse you but your hopes were gone when you looked at cold facade
  • His features were piercing and sharp with eyes the darkest shade of black you had ever seen 
  • His inky black hair also added onto the cold yet threatening demeanour (I NEED BLACK HAIR WOOJIN IRL)
  • His voice was smooth and he had you mesmerized for a moment but hey, he was still a person wanting to trap your freedom in the end
  • No way in hell was that ever going to happen
  • You thought to yourself of a flawless plan to escape him so he would resign
  • You were already betting how many days this new guy would last
  • After all, how much patience a guy like him could have?
  • Based on your experience: zero
  • It was that day itself when you tried to sneak off to visit your best friend, Yongguk (he is so cute in their variety show IM MELTING)
  • But he caught up to you instantly
  • “What the hell …..”
  • You realized he was a lot agile because unlike the rest who were just bulky with way too much unnecessary muscles
  • He was the perfect balance between too much & too little which made speed definitely at his side
  • “I used to be the bodyguard of a 6 years old. It would be embarrassing to myself I can catch her and not you as she was a lot sneakier and faster.”
  • You didn’t even know if that was a compliment or an insult for comparing you to a 6-year-old but you shrugged him off
  • Telling him that he was thinking too much and that you were TOTALLY not scheming anything 
  • He gave you a knowing look before you went to room, sighing internally as it was the first time your plan had failed
  • Moments later, he came in and told you if you wanted, he would give you the permission to visit Yongguk ALONE
  • Which was a first and you looked at him surprisingly
  • “Isn’t he your best friend? I trust he would look after you and I don’t have to do my duties.”
  • You instantly smiled as you realized maybe this one was good enough for you to stay
  • Being with Woojin realized that asking for a bodyguard with a personality was maybe too high of a request
  • Not only were you getting personality, you were basically getting thrashed by him at any moment …..
  • He was basically savage with you 24/7
  • “You look pretty, Princess.”
  • “Princess?”
  • “Well, you are bratty and rich. Doesn’t that nickname suit you perfectly?”
  • “PARK WOOJIN!!!!”
  • Ever since that one time he left you to your devices, you two had definitely become closer
  • You two exchanged friendly banter all the time and that frown of his became more of a smile
  • You two actually became friends???
  • There was one incident where he taught you how to play tennis when your instructor was gone for a week 
  • He taught you far better than the coach your parents hired from overseas
  • Which made you learned that he could play a variety of sport since young
  • You were like why are you not an athlete???
  • He was a bit embarrassed and blushed when he told you that you were looking too highly of him 
  • But because of that, he also became your coach other than your bodyguard LOL
  • Also well maybe you became a tad bit speechless when his hands were there to guide you into the right stance …… 
  • He was pretty harsh on you when it comes to training but everything suddenly seems okay when he comes to train you with a black tank top and grey sweats 
  • Like wow ??? 
  • And when he’s sweaty and runs a hand to wipe off the sweat, you were like is this real life wtf
  • Cause this was a different side of his you were definitely not used to 
  • He acts like he taking care of you because it’s his job but low key buys you a bunch of chocolate when you get stress cause it wasn’t allowed at your house 
  • One night, you prepared yourself for a party at Yongguk’s house as his parents were celebrating their company’s 20th anniversary
  • Woojin could sense that you were absolutely bored when he took your hand and lead you to the middle of the dance floor
  • “Dance?”
  • You followed his lead and prayed the heavens that your mother had forced you to take ballroom dance classes when you were younger or you will already be tripping 
  • He chuckled at how stiff you seemed to be he as his hand was wrapped around your waist as he twirled you
  • When the music ended, you had to tell yourself that this was in fact, not a dream
  • After that, a twinkle appear in his eyes as he whispered to your ears
  • “Princess, let me challenge you to a game of hide and seek.”
  • “Hide and seek?”
  • “Try and escape me for the rest of the party. If I can find you within 5 minutes, you get the rest of tomorrow to yourself.”
  • “Deal!”
  • You scampered off quickly, hoping he would at least give you a headstart
  • You found a nice hiding spot within the gardens of the colossal house
  • You took off your heels and sat on a bed of flowers, not even caring that you might be staining your $500 Vera Wang’s dress
  • You started counting down from 5 minutes and when it reached the third minute
  • You had the fright of your life when someone tapped on your shoulder
  • It was Woojin who found you, his smirked implicating that he obviously won
  • You gave up in defeat as he ruffled your head, telling you that you two could always play this again
  • That became a routine for you two whenever you had a ball to attend
  • Half an hour into it, you will magically disappear and that was his cue that the game had started
  • But somehow, as if he could trace your scent, he always found you within the time given, never giving you a chance to win
  • You were so used to him being around you that it was odd to say you couldn’t picture how the house would be without him 
  • Like you found it weird without him making a comment about you or how his arm would snake around your back at events to ‘protect’ you
  • When you woke up, you were surprised to not see him standing outside your room while handling your plans for the day
  • Your father told you that he was giving Woojin a well-deserved day off for being able to stay as your bodyguard for almost a year now
  • You felt incredibly lonely when you travelled to school by yourself
  • You missed seeing his face and your days with his presence
  • At 3am, you woke up to a sound of ‘thump’
  • You were worried, was there a thief or some sort???
  • You started panicking because not only was your personal bodyguard gone, your dad had actually the other guards a day off as well
  • The noise came from the floor below you and you quickly dialled a number
  • “Princess?”
  • The sound of the ringing was replaced by Woojin’s soothing voice
  • You did feel bad for making him come at this hour if you were in your right mind but you were desperate to have him by your side, telling you everything was okay
  • Your sentences were disjointed from fear as you had a trauma from young when journalist would stalk you
  • Soon enough, there was a knock on your door and in came Woojin
  • He held your cat in one hand as he approached you
  • “It was just Coffee.”
  • As he laid your cat down, you immediately pulled him into a hug as you cried onto his shoulder
  • He saw the panic in your eyes and your uneven breathing as he used his thumb to rub soothingly across your spine
  • His existence calmed your mind and cleared your head as you could smell the faint yet familiar cinnamon scent on him
  • Judging from his disarray clothes which were a black graphic tee and sweatpants with equally messy hair
  • You could tell that he probably woke up and came immediately after you called
  • After you had calmed down, he looked into your eyes, the gaze he carried was far softer than you imagined
  • “Do you know how worried I was?”
  • His stern tone betrayed his expression as a smile took place, probably thinking it was cute that you did mistake an intruder for your own cat
  • Sure he probably got 20 fines for breaking every single traffic rule, but it was worth it seeing that you were safe …… 
  • That was all he could do if he wanted to remain by your side
  • You were more than just his client but he knew not to overstep his boundaries
  • You felt incredibly guilty when you saw his tired eyes and how kind he was to just rush over regardless of the situation
  • How he wasn’t even scolding you for making him wake up at this hour
  • Your guilt seemed to overtake you as you thought about how undeserving you were of his kindness
  • Maybe it was you being tired or just the fact that you were never willing to face yourself that you liked him
  • He looked just like he did the first time you met him, even without the fancy suit, there was an aura around him
  • Your fingers traced his jawline to his other features and Woojin breath momentarily stopped
  • He was like a living sculpture to you, with his smooth bronze skin and his pool of eyes which was now your favourite colour
  • Before he could stop you or say anything else, your lips were pressed against his
  • You didn’t fear of anything as his hand soon found its way around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest
  • The other held onto your face desperately, as if not wanting to let go of you
  • The sensation of his lips on yours was filled with warmth and you slipped your fingers into his hair
  • The pleasure was more than what you could have imagined when you felt his breath as he melted close
  • “I need you by side so please don’t ever leave me.”
  • You whispered when your forehead met his as you started into his irises and your nose gently brushed onto his
  • He was more than your friend, more than someone who was hired to protect you
  • He was the only person you wanted to be selfish with, someone you wanted to never leave your side
  • Woojin moved a strand of stray hair as he placed a kiss on your forehead
  • He didn’t care if this was this was against his job whatsoever
  • But then again he was pretty sure that the contract never stated he could have a personal relationship with the client
  • It didn’t matter anymore to him as he embraced you in his arms and pulled you to the soft bed 
  • He will just do the explaining to your parents and his boss tomorrow
  • “I love you. I love you a lot.”

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: After you kill the main target on a mission, Bucky can’t help but be angry with you. What happens when he finds out why you killed the target and therefore why you ruined the mission?
Words: 1835
Warning: fighting, killing, mention of the Winter Soldier book…

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Since I caused so much angst recently, please accept this to make up for some of your tears:

Steve notices Tony staring at him. He thinks he’s got food on his face, so he wipes it. Tony’s still staring. “Did I get it?” “Get what,” Tony says, and then blushes and squawks and flees the room.

But Tony keeps staring. He just gets sneakier about it. Steve is concerned. When he was little his face had been kind of dorky. He’d thought he’d turned out kind of handsome after the serum. “What’s wrong with my face?” he asks Natasha, a little hurt. “I don’t know but it’s killing me,” Natasha says, and then laughs, and Steve really should have expected that because Natasha is a giant nerd. “I mean why does Tony keep staring at it?” “Oh. I don’t know, ask him,” Natasha says, and then turns back to defeating Thor and Clint at Mario Kart very soundly.

Steve has no idea how to ask Tony why he keeps staring at his face. Tony gets so embarrassed over the strangest things. Also he has a crush on Tony and what if Tony doesn’t think he’s attractive? He might not be able to cope.

Finally, though, they get together, and as they’re laying in bed one night, sharing chaste kisses and touches, Steve whispers, “Why do you keep staring at me?” because Tony hasn’t stopped, even though his gazes have taken on something tender and affectionate now.

“‘Cause you’ve got cute little freckles and I love them,” Tony answers, just sleepy and sated enough for honesty, and leans down to kiss several freckles before falling asleep on Steve’s chest.

Steve grins up at the ceiling like a huge dope, blushing.

anonymous asked:

Who is the most slytherin Disney princess?

Originally posted by disneyasastrology

Jasmine seems to be the one we generally solidly agree on being Slytherin. She fights for her freedom and right to choose both face to face and by sneakier means and is clearly skilled at using people against themselves. She can see how people work and what will illicit which reactions from them and uses that ability to protect both herself and her father’s throne.

-Jamie (Gryffindor)


He didn’t get any more attention than the girls. Nolan was a funny little player at eight. I certainly didn’t look at him and think he’s gonna be a special player,” Steve Patrick told Cox. “But he always saw the ice well and even when he was little he could pass the puck. He was a smaller kid and he sometimes played up a year, so I thought he had to be little sneakier to hold on to the puck.

“Plus, he had an older sister who could throw him in a snowbank, so he had to figure a way to keep the puck from her.”

anonymous asked:

I just finished LOT season 1 and rewatched season 1 of the flash and something really bothered me - Mick Rory. In the flash we see him as someone who is able to lear how his gun works and able to work out the plans etc. Len is the mastermind ofc but Mic wasn't just the muscles. And we had Mick Rory at the begining of LOT aka IQ of meat. The difference really bothered me and only after the chronos deal we see him back to "inntelect levels" like in the Flash. Do you have thoughts on that?

I actually don’t think Mick’s IQ appears to dip at the start of Legends, to be honest. Second episode, with Len and Ray breaking into Savage’s house, he’s there berating Ray alongside Len and also completing Len’s sentences, going to fix the situation before Savage gets a hold of him. He’s shown right off the bat to be competent and underestimated. 

Originally posted by knightlley

Which is what it is, in my opinion. He’s constantly underestimated by the team, and with them constantly calling him and idiot or acting like he’s the slow one, the audience starts to believe it, when it couldn’t be farther from the truth. He might not be a scientific genius like some of the team, but he’s probably the most competent in terms of base skills and also easily the most practical. He has multiple types of intelligence that are underrepresented on the team because of how different he is than most of them, but it’s seldom appreciated or pointed out in canon.

Originally posted by ittybittymattycommittee

Another pre-Kronos example? How he knows what Druce is up to and warns Rip that Druce is going to kill him. Interpersonal intelligence, down to earth, great at reading a situation. Actually, he has some of the highest interpersonal understanding on the team. He always reads a situation and sums it up perfectly, often the first to recognize what’s going on, if he’s being insulted, if someone else is being threatened or insulted, how to get under people’s skin, etc. He doesn’t always do what you’d expected him to with the knowledge, but he sees it and understands him. I’d say he and Sara are pretty equal in this regard.

Originally posted by coldwavelegends

More examples of him being smart though? He always knows what Len is talking about and easily goes along with plans intuitively without much explanation. Reads between the lines immediately when Len wants to make an extra pit stop with the jump ship in episode 3. Follows orders to the t and keeps things moving on all of their early missions up to and including in Russia. Knows what to do with the pirates when they’re locked up in that cell and how to make a deal and sort out of the situation. He’s the only one who even thinks of making a deal with the pirates and knows how to do it.

And when he’s called out for not being “thick” by Rip early on? He immediately pretends to be dumb again. Yes, pretends. Because I’ve argued before that him being the ‘muscle’ to Len’s ‘brain’ is mostly just an act they fall in to, especially around others, and it works. They managed to stay one step ahead of most people around them at all times.

It’s also worth saying… the way Mick sees the world? Is a bit different than most people, I think. He sees it in very practical terms of what can be used and how, regardless of that was it’s intended function, or regardless of whether that was someone’s intended skill set. Think of the recent scenes with Martin where he asks Martin to fix his brain. Martin complains that he’s not that kind of doctor but Mick doesn’t care. I mean, he says “same thing” basically, but he understands that Martin isn’t a neuroscientists logically, he gets that Martin is a physicist. He just doesn’t care because it’s not relevant. 

Originally posted by lotsource

What is relevant is that Martin is smart enough and knows enough about what’s happening to him to help him with it, neurologically. So at that point in time, the distinction between PhD and MD doesn’t matter and he expresses that. Some people interpret that as him being less than intelligent, but I’d say it’s more accurate to read that as him just keeping different categories in his head than most of us are used to.

Finally, I don’t think we need to value a person based on their IQ or intellect, and I don’t think that a high IQ would ever be the best thing another person could have to offer a team already comprised of so many geniuses. But I also don’t think it’s necessarily accurate to say that Mick’s changed? He’s always been super competent, that’s always been underestimated by the team (and most people really), and he’s always been much sneakier than he’s given credit for :)

Originally posted by coldwavelegends

(Some other posts about this are here, here, here, and here, for curious minds).