some people need to be smacked

Brooklyn 99 Sentence Starters 

“I was trying to shield you. Do you know how much stress I’ve been under lately?”

“Shut your dumb poem mouth!”

“He’s so suave. Does anyone else get a little bit of a gay vibe? No? Okay.”

“Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot.”

“He likes putting away bad guys and he loves solving puzzles. The only puzzle he hasn’t solved is how to grow up.”

“Has anyone ever told you you look just like a statue?”

“Who doesn’t bring their phone with them into the bathroom? That’s like the whole reason to go in there.”

“So, you want to feed the bad guys a lot of soil?”

“I think this is where Batman’s parents got killed.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I work best alone. Except when it comes to sex. Actually, sometimes including sex.”

“No hard feelings, but I hate you. Not joking. Bye.”

“Start taking care of yourself again! I miss those gross, overly large muscles!”

“How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?”

“No one asked you to take your shirt off. Stop volunteering to take your shirt off.”

“Baby, I’ve got some bad news. Someone painted a giant penis on our minivan.”

“Don’t arrest him. Just smack him. Hard. With a phone book on a body part no one can see. Know what I’m saying?”

“Maybe it’s just old person gunk. You know how old people always have that gunk on them.”

“We don’t need guns. I have a lighter, okay, we get some hairspray, make some flame throwers. Let’s fry these bitches.”

“Alright, we’re outnumbered and unarmed.”

“Wait! Before you say anything, I want to guess what happened based on your face. Someone died. No! You won a prize. I’m not getting better at this.”

Thirds in animation

Hey guys, I’d like to talk to you about thirds in animation and why I think it’s important. You don’t need to have alot of experience in animation to get this, but it is useful to have some.

We’re going to look at the frames between two poses, to illustrate I’ll be using circles, like so.

Circle a is the first position and circle b the second. These are on different frames, so a is on frame one and b is on frame two. 

Right now the circle just goes from a to b. We don’t know if the circle is slowing down, speeding up or in what way it moves. It just sort of teleports.

Now we’re going to add some frames in between the poses, this is where the magic happens. Say we want the circle to start at a and slow down to b and we don’t want to use too many frames. So the question is; where do we put the next frame? If it needs to slow down we need the next circle to be closer to b, that way the distance the circle travels shrinks. Now that’s easy when it’s just a circle but what about when it’s an entire figure going from point a to b? What most people do is they put a frame smack dab in the middle of a and b, then from there they put a frame in the middle of the new frame and frame b and keep going until they’re satisfied with the amount the circle has slowed down. Like so.

So in this example position a is on frame one, the first red circle is on frame two, the next on three, four and frame b is on frame five. Oh boy! The circle slows down! The distance the circle travels keeps getting shorter so to our beautiful human eyes the speed of the circle lowers. Now this is fine, the circle slows down, we did our job and we can go home, right? Well, there’s a problem here, namely:

As you can see on this unnumbered diagram there is indeed a slowdown when the circle goes from frame a to to 2. But what’s that? There’s no slowdown between the frames 1, 2 and b. The distance is the same. No matter how many times you put a frame in the middle between frame 2 and b the last three frames will never experience a slowdown. The circle never actually slows down in the end! So what do we do? we could put a circle really close to frame b, that way there’s a slowdown. But this method can get sloppy  and remember, this example is just with circles.

So here’s the solution, we put the circle in two thirds of the way between frame a and b. Like so:

Look! the circle slows down, it slows down with just one frame in between a and b. Now I have to admit, putting a frame right in the middle between two other frames is easier than dividing them in thirds, but with practice this can be done, and it looks way better. You can even give the circle a constant speed by putting it on a third and two thirds of the way, like so:

I’m not saying you should only use thirds. You should add it in your arsenal and combine it with putting frames in the middle. So when should you use thirds and when should you use halves(middles?).

It all depends on how fast you want a certain action to be. Let’s say we want the circle to slowly start moving from a, pick up speed and ease in on b. And we want this action to last 5 frames. (that would be one fifth of a second if you work on 25 frames per second).

As you can see we combined the principle of putting frames in the middle and putting them on thirds. How I go about this is I first make positions a and b (the beginning and end position). After that I put circle 1 smack dab in the middle of a and b. There is no slowdown at this point, the circle has a constant speed. Lastly I create circles 2. The first circle 2 is one third of the way between a and 1, the second circle is two thirds of the way between 1 and b. so just for clarification: circle a is on frame one, the first circle 2 is on frame two, circle 1 is on frame three, the second 2 is on frame four and b is on frame five.

I hope this will help you in your future animations, I certainly had an “Aha!” moment when I figured this out.

If you have any questions you can always ask me on tumblr or twitter, thanks for reading!

I hate when people refer to my drug addiction as “partying”. The party stopped long ago before the addiction began, it hasn’t been partying since the very beginning  of my drug use. I may be high, but it isn’t fun anymore, certainly no where near a damn party. I need to invade my veins with smack and my lungs with crack just to function normally enough to start my day.  My life is consumed by addiction. Partying is a part of most peoples lives at some points on weekends or late nights, addiction is such a massive part of my life that when the weekend ends and the night turns to day I’m still trapped in the brutal cycle of drug addiction, this is no fucking party, it’s a nightmare.
—  journal entry 11-13-16
Carry Your Throne

Requested: Yes

Based off a prompt list linked here

#29 “You said my name in your sleep.” #26 “Help me I’m stuck.” and #86 “Why are you walking around naked?”

I also recommend listening to the song Carry Your Throne by: Jon Bellion

The song is also what influenced the title of this imagine.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You had found out Peter’s secret, to say you were outraged he had kept it from you so long would be an understatement. He tried to tell you he did it out of protecting you, but you weren’t buying it. You spent the night that night, waking when you heard him say your name. He didn’t remember that though, so it was your own secret. Weeks passed and you and Peter got even closer, a little bit too close.

Warnings: Light swearing

Word Count: 2,483

A/N: Surprise! I combined all of those prompts into one imagine. I think overall it turned out pretty well. I think this imagine is super dorky honestly but I love it so much. Anyways I hope you enjoy! :)

Originally posted by barnesvogue

You stormed back and forth in Peter’s room, his eyes wide watching you try to process what you had just witnessed.

You didn’t expect to encounter what you did that Friday night, you had decided to surprise Peter with a movie night, but ended up finding something else a bit more interesting.

May had let you in, saying that Peter would be right back, so you had decided to wait in his room.

Needless to say seeing Spider-Man crawl through his window on his ceiling did a few numbers on you.

He took his mask off, revealing Peter, who didn’t once notice you sitting on his bed.

Until that is he turned around, meeting your bewildered expression on your face.

“Y/N! What they hell are you doing here!” He whisper shouted at you, making you blink rapidly.

“I uh..I came by to surprise you with movie night.. May let me in..” You trailed off, your eyes starting to squint at the brunette in front of you.

You slowly stood up, pointing at Peter.

“You’re the Spider-Man from YouTube aren’t you!” You started putting the pieces together, making Peter’s eyes widen.

“No, what no.” He tried to play it off, putting on a gray shirt and throwing his suit into the closet.

“Yes you are! Oh my god.” You covered your face with your hands, not able to believe this was actually happening.

Peter just stared at you, not knowing what to say, this isn’t how he planned on telling you.

“Wait, hold on.. How long have you been keeping this from me?” You crossed your arms, making him shift awkwardly.

“A few months..” He bit his lip nervously, as your eyes widened.

“I’m sorry, a FEW MONTHS?” You shouted at him, your arms failing everywhere.

“Y/N! Quiet! Aunt May could hear you!” He rushed over to you, holding your shoulders.

“Trust me, I wanted to tell you, but I only didn’t because I wanted to protect you.” He sighed, stepping away and running his fingers through his hair.

You let out a laugh, unable to hide your feelings at the moment.

“Like I’m supposed to believe that?” You huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Yes! You are! It’s the truth Y/N, I deal with some bad people out there and if they figured out who you were they would hurt you, and I couldn’t let that happen.” He rushed out, making your heart melt a bit.

“Does anyone else know?” You questioned, sitting down on his bed.

Peter sighed, walking over and sitting down next to you.

“Just Ned, and well Mr. Stark obviously."  He let out a small laugh, making you smile slightly.

"Wait- Ned- He’s known this whole time!” You smacked his shoulder, annoyance in your voice.

“Ow! And yes, it actually happened like this.. Man, I really need to work on being more stealthy.” He muttered, rubbing his shoulder.

“I still can’t believe this..” You groaned, looking down at the floor.

“I know it’s a lot, but I will protect you okay?” He wrapped an arm around you, making you lean into his side.

You blinked a few times, before sitting back up.

“I know you will Peter.” You smiled slightly, playing with your sleeves.

Peter gave a reassuring smile, but that immediately changed when you started smacking him.

“How could you do this to me! Now I’m always going to be worrying about you!” You smacked his chest, making him try to fight you back, but he only grabbed your wrists and pulled you close to him.

You were exhausted, no doubt, so when Peter made you go to sleep, you did.

You didn’t know how long you were out, but you awoke to the sound of Peter talking in his sleep.

“Y/N.. I told you..” He mumbled, making your eyes widen.

He was dreaming about you?

You sat up, making sure you heard him correctly.

“Y/N, we’ve been over this.. You can’t wear the suit..” He mumbled again, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Dork.” You muttered, laying back down next to him and drifting back off to sleep.

After that night you never did tell Peter he was sleep talking, you decided to have a secret of your own, something you could hold over him if ever need be.

However, ever since that day you found out his true identity you two got closer.

You started to hangout more and more over the weeks passing, Ned even mentioned to Peter how close you two were getting.

Peter brushed it off, not believing him, but he would be lying if Ned didn’t get into his head a bit.

That week was a lot of mind games for Peter, every time he saw you Ned got into his head, making him see a different side of you.

A side that he secretly loved about you.

The way you’d call him a dork, or how you’d hit his shoulder if he’d made you mad, even when you laughed and your nose did a cute little crinkle that Peter loved.

Everything was making him feel different, and it scared him.

So, Peter decided he was going to test his true feelings out one night. 

Peter had invited you over to do a study session one night for your Biology exam.

Peter figured he had enough time to shower before you arrived, but that quickly changed when he felt someone in the need of saving.

He didn’t have much time, so he slipped on his suit and was out the window in seconds.

Two crowns and a gold cup,

And they’re coming for the throne, love.

Aunt may had let you in, you made your way to Peter’s room, your textbook in your hand, all ready to go.

You knocked on the door, only to hear Peter swearing.

“Of all the times I put a lock on this damn window.” He muttered, trying to squeeze through the tight space.

“Well look what the spider brought in.” You smirked, making him roll his eyes at you.

“Y/N, help me I’m stuck, please.” He begged, making you smile.

“Of course, but first I need to ask you something.” You grinned, making him groan in annoyance.

“Can’t you after you get me out of this window?” He muttered, making you laugh quietly.

“No way, because then you won’t answer my question.” You crossed your arms, making him motion for you to continue.

“The night that I stayed over here, I woke up during the middle of the night to find out you said my name in your sleep.” You raised your eyebrow at him, his cheeks instantly becoming flushed.

“I think you misheard things Y/N.” He tried to blow it off, but that only made you laugh more.

“No, I didn’t actually because I had to hear it for myself, and sure enough, it was my name.” You teased, making him groan in embarrassment.

“Okay, fine, maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, can you let me out now?” He glared at you playfully, making you smile and release him from the window.

“You’re mean you know that.” He teased, poking your side.

You swatted his hands away, making him laugh.

“I know, but you love it.” You smiled, walking around his room.

“I uh.. I was actually about to shower before you got here.. do you mind if I..” He motioned towards the bathroom, making your heart beat a bit faster.

“N-No, I mean, go ahead.” You smiled, biting your lip slightly.

He smiled, going into the bathroom while shutting the door.

You didn’t understand what was happening, you’ve never felt this way before.

They try to break inside the walls with,

These lies but I’m pulling up the draw bridge.

In that moment it was as if all your emotions flowed through you like water.

It was also that moment you decided to go get water, you needed to think.

You stood in the kitchen the entire time he was in the shower, your mind on warp speed.

You heard the shower shut off, which to you meant he was out of the shower.

You walked back to his room, opening the door, only to reveal a naked Peter.

You spit out water from shock and embarrassment.

“Y/N! Oh my god!” Peter exclaimed, grabbing clothes off his bed and quickly putting them on.

“Peter! What the hell! Why are you walking around naked?” You screeched, your cheeks red with embarrassment.

“I just got out of the shower! I didn’t exactly expect you to walk in on me like that!” He rambled, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, you saw all of him.

But at the same time you wouldn’t be lying if you didn’t admit that you checked him out.

Peter was attractive you weren’t going to lie, and now that you saw him fully naked you couldn’t get that image out of your head.

Peter quickly put on clothes, his cheeks still flushed red, he couldn’t believe that just happened to him.

You blinked rapidly, unsure of what to do, you hadn’t prepared yourself for that.

Hell, nobody could have prepared themselves for that.

You snapped out of your thoughts, hearing Peter speak up.

“Well, should we.. uh.. study?” Peter swallowed awkwardly, motioning towards the books on his bead.

“Yes. Yes that’s a good idea.” You nodded, giving a thumbs up, avoiding eye contact with him.

Peter slowly sat down on his bead, you nervously sitting beside him.

You two studied for what felt like hours, but turned out to actually be just a few minutes, this was driving Peter crazy, he had to do something, so he cleared his voice, grabbing your attention.

She looked back, said, baby this is your kingdom.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something, and I’m not sure how you’re going to react, but after everything today I’m not really sure of anything anymore.” He laughed slightly, looking at you.

You smiled, laughing with him, but motioned for him to continue.

“Over the past few weeks Ned brought something to my attention, and the more time we spent together the more I realized it was true.” He rambled, making you smile at how dorky he was.

“Basically what I’m trying to say is Y/N I really like you.” He blurted out, making your heart stop for a moment.

We rose this love from the dirt now.

You couldn’t believe it, Peter actually liked you back.

“I like you too Peter, I actually figured that out in your kitchen, not going to lie.” You laughed slightly embarrassed.

“Oh wow, before you walked in on me.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You playfully shoved him, muttering how much of a dork he was which only made him smile more.

After that night Peter and you were inseparable, Ned and Michelle said they ‘called it’ when you two officially got together.

This only made you all laugh, you were so lucky to have such uplifting friends and a wonderful boyfriend who was always there to protect you and love you.

It was moments like those that you realized you couldn’t imagine a life without him in it.

He was there for your darkest times and you were there for his, you two treated each other like royalty, everyone could see you two were the perfect couple.

And hell if there wasn’t one time you didn’t carry your throne around school, being the couple everyone was jealous of, you loved it, just like you loved Peter and he loved you.

You got nothing but my crown on.

EXO reacts to: Contacting with their s/o while abroad [tour] (ot9)

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  • Kim Minseok/Xiumin

 I feel like Minseok isn’t a very clingy person. He will call his s/o once a day if he can to let them know that he is alive and what happened to him meanwhile. Video calls aren’t something he needs to do unless you insist on it because you miss his face or something. Sometimes he’ll let Jongdae join your conversations but mostly he’ll keep your voice only for himself. In case he’s too busy to call you, he’ll send a cute selfie as an apology.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

  • Kim Junmyeon/Suho

 He’s a very busy person. If you’re dating him, you need to understand that. But I’m sure that he’ll go an extra mile to video call you at least once a two days. They are rather intimate as Junmyeon will find a room so nobody disturbs you two. He’ll want to know everything that happened to you without him around and then proceed to tell you about his day. You’ll hear stories about his boys (#Mum) and new jokes that he found.

Originally posted by chanyeolaconda

  • Zhang Yixing/Lay

 Yixing is a busy man. Busy men travel a lot. It may be a bit difficult for his relationship but he’ll work for it as hard as he can. He’ll call you everyday. He doesn’t have one chosen way of contacting you. If he can, he’ll video call you. If he can’t, he’ll just send a text saying what’s happening to him. But it’s not just about him. He’ll want to know what you’re up to during the day. He wants to be involved in your life even if he’s on different continent.

Originally posted by sefuns

  • Byun Baekhyun

 Probably sends you the most random pictures of his face and his surroundings. Some of them with other members. Isn’t as active on his phone as Chanyeol. After all it’s his vacation from you (you can smack him for saying that) and occasion to bond more with boys. Always initiates video calls in rooms full of people. It’s a bit to show off and a bit because he doesn’t feel a need to hide whatever you two are talking about.

Originally posted by luedeer

  • Kim Jongdae/Chen

 Here’s a thing with calling Jongdae- don’t do it at night. It’s for your ears’ safety. As much as he’s an amazing person and wonderful boyfriend, he’s a person to respect his and yours schedule so don’t even think of spontaneous calls because he won’t pick up. If he’s free between 2pm and 3pm call him at this time. He prefers normal calls rather than facetiming. I don’t have a reason for it, it’s just what I think he prefers.

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion

  • Park Chanyeol

 This guy will share everything that happens with him. Expect pictures of morning!Chanyeol, his breakfast, bathroom!Chanyeol, backstage!Chanyeol, training!Chanyeol, lunch, afternoon!Chanyeol, tired!Chanyeol, dinner, bathroom!Chanyeol and evening!Chanyeol. Also random photos of his surroundings, selfies with everyone (mostly Baek), videos of Sehun’s perfect throws into trash cans, memes of you Chanyeol made during free moments and throwbacks to his gym selfies :,) Video calls are short but frequent with this dork because he just needs to tell you something and texting is outdated, okay?

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

  • Do Kyungsoo/D.O.

 I can see Kyungsoo going to his room a bit earlier than other boys, locking the door behind himself, sitting by the desk and calling you. He will be very tired but won’t show it that much. The only thing pointing that out will be the silence in his room and bags under his eyes. Your peaceful and quiet conversation will be something of a lullaby for you two. That will be your little ritual before going to bed. If it happens that timezone stands in your way he will just check what you sent him and text you back because he doesn’t want to wake you up. Everyone deserves to sleep normally.

Originally posted by fykai

  • Kim Jongin/Kai

 Jongin will prefer to just call you. Of course only hearing voice of your loved one is never enough but he finds video calls very intimate. Too intimate considering how he’s always surrounded by boys and cameras during tours. He will be comfortable doing it with Kyungsoo around as his best friend isn’t the one to tease because of something like that. From time to time you’ll listen for 20 minutes to Jongin trying to make Kyungsoo say hi to you.

Originally posted by sehunnified

  • Oh Sehun

 Sehun will send you mostly selfies with Suho because they’re roommates until death :) or mirror pictures in the dressing room. He prefers video calls so you can marvel at his beautiful face. He won’t hesitate to point out that he does it for your pleasure. Sehun isn’t that clingy or at least he’ll make you look like you’re the clingy one, but he will need to hear your voice at least once a few days for his own peace.

Here is the story where Stiles makes so many puns that Peter nearly dies of laughter. Watch for the cut, it’s over 2.5k words. Most of these puns come from the light of my life, @chilassa.

Stiles knew that he wasn’t the most subtle person to ever grace this earth. But compared to the Hale’s he was a fucking ninja.

He couldn’t believe that no one had figured out yet that they were actually werewolves. Real, actual, honest to god werewolves. That no one knew about.

Stiles really started to question this town’s intelligence.

It took him three days to suspect what they were and after the full moon on the eighth day of their acquaintance, he was convinced and had damning proof right there.

They were having deer for dinner. Deer and rabbit. When none of them were a hunter and no one in that house owned a gun. That in itself was suspicious enough, but then, to top it off, they also let Stiles see the carcass before they cut it into smaller bits.

And a torn out throat is not exactly the death a hunter, a human hunter, would inflict on some poor deer. Werewolves though…. They most definitely would.

Stiles had been suspicious before that though. Cora and Laura had roped him into some kind of friendship in less than a day, Stiles was still unsure how that actually happened, and even Derek seemed not to hate Stiles on sight, which was strange enough.

But they wouldn’t stop talking about how something, or even someone, smelled, they noticed people long before they even came in sight, they knew when someone was upset, and don’t even get Stiles started on all the touching. Though according to what he found online, scenting was more like it.

They were like a bull in a china shop and Stiles wondered how no one had figured it out yet.

And worse, how the Hale’s could think that they were subtle at all.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you please give some ideas of habits or hobbies so I can make my characters seem more 'real'? So far I have one that is obsessed with cleaning, one that apologizes too much and one that likes to 'play' with the zombies like they're normal people. I need more 7 of those because there are a lot of characters. Thanks in advance!

No problem. Here is a list a list of common habits and hobbies: 

Warning for the extremely long post! 


- Biting(Lips, nails, gums, etc) 

-Tapping nails/fingers on things



-Twisting/flipping/adjusting hair 

-Clicking their tongue

-Licking or smacking their lips

-Chewing Gum

- Rolling their eyes

-Getting easily distracted

-Talking too loud or too quiet

-Talking too fast or too slow 

-Scratching themselves


-Always waking up/ going to bed at the same times 

- Over Drinking

-Over eating

-Under drinking/ Forgetting to stay hydrated

-Under eating/ forgetting to eat

-Over spending or refusing to spend money 

-Over using media/ technology 

-Cracking Knuckles, neck or back

-Talking to themselves


-Not holding eye contact/ Prolonged eye contact 



-Making/breaking promises


–Constantly repeating yourself 

-Forgetting who you told what

-Slouching or having good posture

-Can’t focus

-Easily getting into fights

-Being rude or overly polite 





-Being late, on time or early always

-Clearing their throat

-Fidgeting with themselves or other things

-Grinding your teeth.

That’s all I can think of at the moment for that but there are literally hundreds more. 


-Sports(Playing or watching: Soccer, football, baseball, dance, Ice-skating,golf, bowling,tennis,volleyball,water-polo, swimming, Gymnastics,etc)

-”Extreme sports” (BMX racing, Street Racing, boat/jetski racing, wake-boarding, water/snow skiing, snowboarding, bungee jumping, sky diving, etc)

-music(Listening, singing, playing an instrument, writing music or lyrics.) 




-makeup (Watching/doing normal, glam or fx makeup) 

-Cinema(Watching, collecting, criticizing, creating, etc) 


-Collecting things(Commonly: Toys, rocks/minerals, boxes, bottles, cars, weapons,stamps, coins, snow-globes, magnets,shot-glasses, etc)

-Video, card or board games(Watching, playing, making) 

-Exercising(Swimming, running, jogging, hiking, weight lifting, climbing, etc) 


-Crafting(Sewing, knitting, crocheting, metal work, making jewelry, wood working, weaving, etc) 

-taking care of animals

-cleaning up the environment 

-Costume Design/Fashion (Making or collecting)

-Theater(Acting, watching, or technical)

-Cars/motorcycles, bikes, other mechanical items(Fixing, collecting, etc) 

- Nail art

-Hair Styling

-Cooking or Baking

-Exploring Nature (Hiking, camping, picnicking, etc) 

-Martial Arts/Self defense classes




That’s all I can think of for that right now, but again, there are so many more out there, this is just a general, common list. 

I hope that helped, and if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask! 


2016 Meme [4 male characters]
↳ Frank Castle

Those people? The ones I put down, the people I killed? I want you to know that I’d do it all again. This is a circus, all right? It’s a charade, it’s an act. It’s bullshit about how crazy I am. I ain’t crazy! I’m not crazy. Okay? I know what I did. I know who I am. And I do not need your help. I’m smack-dab in the middle of my right goddamn mind, and any scumbag, any… any lowlife, any maggot piece of shit that I put down, I did it… because I liked it! Hell, I loved it! I’m sittin’ here, I’m… I’m just itching. I’m itching to do it again. And you think… What, you think you’re gonna send me to a nuthouse? Some doctor, they’re gonna get me to stop from doing what I want to do? Well, that ain’t happening! Not on my watch! You people, you call me the Punisher, ain’t that right? The big bad Punisher. Well, here I am! You want it, you got it! I am the Punisher! I’m right here! You want it, I’ll give it to you. 

Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Steamy kissing? So much fluff you’ve been warned

Word Count: 12, 175

Summary: Reader is Peter Parker’s best friend and realizes they are hopelessly in love with him while sifting through all the milestones in the relationship.


A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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anonymous asked:

how did stuckony get together in the monster au? did I miss that? your writing is really good I love it so much!!

You did not miss that! I was so busy trying to introduce everyone that it just got kind of pushed to the side. :)

“I thought he liked me,” Tony said quietly as Natasha pressed an ice pack to the side of his face.

Clint paused in preening him, talons curling around the boy’s shoulders. “…I don’t think he was capable of liking anybody but himself.”

Steve muttered irritably, wrapping his tail tighter around the human’s legs. Bucky hushed him but looked just as irritated.

“Sure fooled me,” Tony said, trying for a smile, but he’d always been really bad at hiding his feelings from them. It didn’t help that his visible eye was beginning to water.

“He’s sick from the inside, Tony,” Steve blurted out angrily. “That’s the only explanation for what he did to you. You’re precious.”

Tony laughed a little. It sounded sad. “If you say so.”

Bucky poked his head out from beneath the table. “What if we killed him?”

Do not,” Tony answered immediately.

“Just a little bit.”

“Jesus Christ, I’ll be their first suspect.”

The monsters muttered to themselves, annoyed, but decided that maybe they shouldn’t kill Tiberius Stone.

“The fuck kind of name is Tiberius, anyway,” Clint mumbled. “And his nickname was Ty. Like someone should ever be named after a silk noose.”

Tony snorted. “The fuck kind of name is Clint?”

“A good one,” Clint replied snootily. He went back to preening the boy’s hair, the tips of his talons gentle and delicate on his scalp. “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll find someone who loves you the way you are.”

“Someone who would never dream of hurting you,” Natasha added, pulling the ice pack away to examine the bruise before gently putting it back. “Someone who loves you almost as much as Steve and Bucky do.”

Tony laughed another sad laugh. “Like I’ll ever find anyone who loves me as much as Steve and Bucky love each other. They’re a love for the ages.”

“…Right,” Natasha said, frowning at him judgmentally, as Steve miserably wrapped his tail tighter around Tony’s legs and Bucky sighed and hid his face in Steve’s belly.

“Maybe it’s because you guys literally remember him in diapers,” Clint said as the pair lamented about Tony brushing them off. “Humans are weird about that. And age differences. Although I agree, age differences that come from a power imbalance are yucky.”

“…Is there a power imbalance?” Steve asked worriedly, tail curling and body shifting anxiously.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Other than Tony owning the house you live in? Not really. There might have been if he were younger,” she added thoughtfully, tilting her head. “And less experienced. But he’s older now. And he’s had more sex than most humans I know.”

Bucky groaned loudly and shoved his head under a throw pillow. “We know. We could hear it all.”

“Oh, is that why Steve started sleeping in my room?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Huh. You’re just a glutton for pain then? You must be, having to hear and smell but not touch.”

“Someone had to be there in case things went wrong,” Bucky insisted just a touch defensively. “I didn’t want him to say no and not be listened to.”

Clint hopped from the arm of the couch onto the back. “And self-righteous Steve couldn’t?”

“He writhes himself sick,” Bucky and Natasha answered immediately.

Steve, shame-faced, sagged into coils.

“He’s too impatient to just sit there doing nothing. And there’s only so much he can do. He tries not to use his venom because it’s so deadly and he can only constrict so tight before he snaps the person in half,” Bucky explained to the surprised flyer. “He’s strong as hell, and humans are delicate. So he sort of… attacks himself when he feels he can’t do anything to help.”

“I once had to stop him before he literally knotted his tail and snapped his spine,” Natasha added. “It was super gross.”

Steve sighed sadly. “You could sound less excited when you say that.”

“No, you almost snapped your own spine. That was amazing.”

“Natasha please.”

“Anyway,” Bucky cut in as they began to bicker, looking up at Clint. “Steve writhes himself sick with worry if he can’t do something to help. Luckily I’m patient enough for the both of us.”

Clint shook his head slowly. “Pathetic. Have you ever thought about bringing this up with Tony?”

“Every time we try, he assumes we’re either talking about how much we love each other, or how we love him like family or something,” Steve mumbled, scales scuffing the floor as he began to writhe a little to get more comfortable in his coils. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve never wanted to fuck my family.”

Natasha pursed her lips. “…I don’t think I ever had a family.”

“I have a brother somewhere, but I don’t wanna fuck him,” Clint admitted.

“I have sisters somewhere,” Bucky said thoughtfully. “But nah, I don’t wanna fuck ‘em either. We lost contact in the seventies. They liked freaking out the flower children.”

Natasha sighed fondly. “Ah. The seventies. I don’t remember any of them.”

“Boo!” Clint blew a raspberry. “I don’t even know what you guys are talking about because I was still trapped in the circus!”

“We’ll have Tony find a movie for you,” Bucky said sympathetically. Tony was really good at finding movies that explained time periods for their less worldly companion. He’d seen a lot of the world, of course–but through a tent or a cage. “But you didn’t miss much.”

“I guess not, if Natasha can’t even remember it,” Clint mumbled petulantly as she smirked. “Okay but we’re totally going to make Tiberius regret ever laying a finger on Tony, right?”

“Yes,” the others said immediately, growling angrily.

Tony started dating someone named Sunset.

“I don’t like her,” Clint said immediately. “I do not. Get rid of her.”

The others stared at him, unsure of what to do. On one hand, Clint didn’t offer up his opinions very much, likely from some residual fear that he’d be beaten or something like he had been back at the circus. On the other, he was very good at judging people’s character because of it. If he didn’t like Sunset, it was because she was no good.

But scaring adults off was quite a bit different from scaring children.

“Get rid of her. Get rid of her,” Clint hissed, feathers ruffling irritably. “Get rid of her.

“Why?” Natasha finally asked, frowning.

“She’s a taker. A taker. Get rid of her!” Clint cawed, then began hopping about and anxiously using his beak to pluck his own feathers out. “She’s going to hurt him. A taker. Help him! Get rid of her!”

“Clint, calm down!” Steve exclaimed desperately. “You’re going to–you’re tearing out your pinfeathers!”

“Grab him,” Bucky snapped at Natasha, lunging for the bird and curling his arms around his wings, trying to keep his wings from his face.

Natasha got the other monster in a headlock, and they lowered him to the ground as he screeched and flailed, wings slapping angrily on the ground, leaving a bloody splatter in their wakes. Steve curled his tail around one wing to immobilize it so Bucky could focus on the other one. Natasha was murmuring something to Clint in another language, but it could take several minutes before he calmed down.

Clint eventually let himself be pinned down, but not before he put all his strength into one last struggle and screeched, “She’s a taker! Get rid of her!

“She’s a taker,” Natasha agreed a few days later. Her face was grim. “Maybe you guys should grow some balls and actually tell Tony your love for him isn’t familial so he doesn’t drift from abuser to abuser like a lot of other humans.”

Bucky scoffed. “Yeah, okay, because a human always wants to be with a giant bipedal wolf and a half-man, half-snake.”

“If any human is going to accept you, it’s Tony,” Natasha replied, shrugging. 

She probably wasn’t wrong, but Steve was hesitant anyway. “But what if he has a problem with it? Then we’ll have to leave.”

“Doubtful,” Natasha said. “Tony has always had a heart bigger than his brain. He’d just feel bad he didn’t return your feelings.”

…That was probably true.

“Why is he like this,” Steve whispered, scrubbing his hands through his hair.

Bucky sighed, hanging his head. “Probably for the same reason he welcomes monsters with open arms.”


“So, Sunset seems…” Steve began, then trailed off, grimacing.

Tony stared at him.

“Why do you even try?” Bucky asked him, disappointed.

“I keep thinking one day I won’t be terrible at this,” Steve admitted.

Bucky just shook his head. The blond sank into his coils, muttering quietly in embarrassment.

“Do you want to meet her?” Tony asked, looking back and forth between them. “I don’t think she’s ready for that yet, but–”

“No,” they cut in immediately, and Steve added a cold, “Never.”

Tony took a step back, hurt.

“She’s using you, Tony,” Bucky explained, trying to keep his voice gentle. “Clint had an episode trying to tell us how bad she was.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” the boy replied immediately, always stubborn, digging his heels in. “Clint isn’t always right about these things. Obie’s taken good care of me and he pitched a fit about him, too!”

Steve and Bucky gritted their teeth. It wasn’t just Clint. And one day Stane would mess up and they’d be able to point it out to Tony. Unfortunately it was just a waiting game until then.

“You’re just–jealous!” Tony spat, hackles up. “I’m spending a lot of time with Sunset and you’re jealous I’m not spending it with you!”

“Yes,” Bucky agreed.

“Right!” Tony snapped, then stopped, brows furrowing together. “Wait, what?”

“We are jealous,” the wolf repeated. “And yes, that is part of the reason we don’t like Sunset.”

“You should be spending that time with us,” Steve continued. “We love you, Tony.”

Tony huffed. “Listen, I know some people are okay with being single but surrounded by friends their entire lives, but I don’t want that! I want someone to be intimate with! That I can show my vulnerabilities! That’s not wrong. And you guys are eventually going to have to grow up and–”

Bucky made an annoyed noise and smacked Steve on the shoulder. “Go.

Steve did not need to be told twice. Watching him lunge at Tony was magnificent, shimmering blue and silvery-white scales shining in the light as he wrapped around the boy, tail coiling around his legs and arms sliding around his shoulders to keep him in place, keep him from fleeing. Tony made–not a frightened noise, because he was never afraid of them no matter how stupid that was–a… a concerned noise.

Steve swallowed it, pressing his lips to Tony’s, hands cupping his cheeks as he thrust his tongue into his mouth when the human made a surprised sound. Tony’s hands scrabbled at his back and shoulders, fingernails sliding over scales, before he dug his hands into the blond’s hair and–didn’t tug him away.

Bucky prowled around so his front pressed against Tony’s back, trailing his nose over the human’s neck and shoulder as he rested his hands on the boy’s slim waist. “You can be vulnerable with us, doll. We’ll take care of you.”

Tony let out a sound, small, wounded, and broke the kiss with Steve to tuck his head under his chin, hiding his face. “You’re just saying that.”

“Sweetheart, we’ve been trying to tell you we love you for a while now,” Steve admitted quietly. “You always brushed us off.”

“Well-!” Tony leaned back, scowling up at him, then turning to scowl at Bucky. “How was I supposed to know? You guys are together, and happy, so how was I supposed to know that you wanted me too? And-! And why didn’t you say anything earlier, before Tiberius–”

“You and Tiberius met when you were nineteen,” Bucky explained slowly. “You were still too young for us to approach you. Probably still are, to be honest.”

“I’m twenty-four!” Tony exclaimed indignantly.

Steve and Bucky stared at him. They didn’t have a number–even if they could count, the years passed differently for them. Sometimes it felt like only yesterday that Tony was peeking into the closet with a gap-toothed smile and whispering, ‘wanna play?’

Sometimes they still felt like they were robbing Tony’s cradle.

“You gonna kiss me too?” Tony asked suddenly, turning to Bucky.

Bucky stared back at him silently.

Tony frowned, shoulders beginning to hunch. “Um. Unless. Unless you don’t want to.”

Steve chuckled and said, “Tony, he’s got a muzzle. How’s he s’posed to kiss you?”

“Oh.” Tony turned so his back was to Steve instead, a struggle because Steve was still wrapped around his legs. He looked up at Bucky, eyeing him critically. “…Well,” he said, shrugging, and leaned in to press a kiss to Bucky’s nose.

Bucky let out a high-pitched whine, tail wagging wildly, and in turn buried his cold, wet nose against the boy’s neck.

“Oh wow,” Steve said, laughing a little. “I guess you’ve found a good alternative.

“I guess,” Tony said, laughing a little when the wolf crowded him back against Steve, and the only thing that kept him from falling was the tail coiled around his legs. “Guys–Guys! I don’t know if you noticed, but I am still dating Sunset. Maybe if things go sour–”

Bucky lifted his head to look down at Tony, frowning. “Tony, let us show you something.”

Tony blinked up at him, concerned, because he sounded so serious. “Okay.”

“Clint!” Tony gasped, rushing over to him.

Clint spread his wings awkwardly, hobbling down to the arm of the couch so he was low enough that the human could wrap his arms around his waist instead of his legs. “Hey, Tony.”

“What happened?!” he exclaimed, leaning back so he could card his fingers through his feathers, fingers skimming lightly over the raw red patches on his wings.

Clint shrugged. “Had a fit.”

“An anxiety attack? A flashback? Do you need your security blanket?” Tony asked, fretting.

Clint made a rasping sound, feathers ruffling with annoyance. “I just got upset.”

“It’s okay if you need the security blanket. I made it for you.”

Clint sighed. “I don’t need the security blanket. I just got upset.”

“About what?” Tony asked, looking up at him. If he could fix it, he would.

Clint stared down at him for a long moment before he said, “Sunset. She’s a taker.”

Tony frowned. “Wh–”

“She’s going to hurt you even worse than Tiberius,” Clint continued, beginning to work himself up again. “I know it. She smiles and talks like the ringleaders. Smiles for the audience but turns around and beats the attractions. She’s waiting until she finds something she can take.” His crest began to rise and he let out an angry screech. “She’s going to hurt you and I want her gone!”

“Clint!” Steve exclaimed, reaching out to grab his wrists before he could sink his talons into Tony’s back. “Calm down!”

“Make her go make her go make her go!” Clint chanted, struggling for a moment, then let out another screech and twisted his head to rip out a beak-full of feathers.

Tony threw his arms around his neck, crying out, “Clint!”

“Makehergomakehergomakehergo!” Clint snarled. “Makehergomakehergo!

Bucky lunged forward to grab Clint’s left wing so Steve could focus on his right.

Somehow, Natasha knew they needed help, and appeared a few minutes later with the security blanket Tony had made for Clint.

“She must be really bad,” Tony whispered, staring down at his clasped, shaking hands. “To make Clint react like that.”

Natasha grimaced. She’d done some digging. Sunset was every bit the taker Clint had accused her of and more–she liked inflicting pain on those she took from.

“He shouldn’t–he shouldn’t have to go through that,” Tony continued softly. There was blood on his hands from trying to stop the blood and cleaning Clint’s wings. “He doesn’t deserve that. And he’s–he’s been here longer than Sunset.”

“…We’re sorry,” Steve said, actually managing to sound sincere. “We just… don’t want you to get hurt.”

Tony stared at the lump under the heavy blanket that was Clint, sleeping fitfully and every once in a while letting out little noises of distress. If he was this upset about it, it must be true. “It’s fine,” he said, instead of anything else.

Sunset screamed and threw her wine glass at him. Tony had the unsettling feeling that if he’d waited until they were alone to tell her he wanted to break up, she’d have done much worse.

So he went home, washed the wine off his face, and crawled into the closet with Steve and Bucky.

Steve muttered in his sleep, coils loosening to open up a spot for him. He wrapped an arm around his waist and sighed contentedly, curling up against Bucky’s side. Bucky turned his head, snuffling sleepily at Tony’s head, then let out a soft, inquisitive huff and swiped his tongue through his hair.

“…Why does your hair taste like wine?” Bucky mumbled sleepily.

“Go back to sleep,” Tony answered.

Bucky swiped his hair again before burying his cold nose down the back of his shirt with a tired ‘whuff.’

Tony squirmed. Well. This was alright.

Here's that story. It starts from that comic where Sammy dies. Hope you like.

awesomelogicflip submitted:

Henry didn’t know what to really think at this point. Joey’s letter to him had brought him back to the old studio, a place that after what his own creation had done to him he’d promised himself to never set foot in again. His co-worker’s letter had made it seem like the now out of busniess company was having a reunion of sorts. A gathering of old faces to reminice about the ‘good ol’ days’ and the fun times they had. He’d almost decided not to go. If on;y becuase he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stand looking into the aged faces of those he’d onced worked with while his own face barely aged a day since that incident thrity years ago.

After Bendy turned him into a toon. Oh, he remembered that day very FUCKING well. It had been a Thursday that he nor America wouldn’t soon forget. The Wall Street crash and the start of the depression.

He’d been at his desk, reading over the script Joey had handed to him shortly before he himself had handed his two week notice. It had been a long time coming, the studio had been bleeding money and Joey owed at least half the staff a months pay. A month and a half for Henry himself. Even before then their arguements about the direction the company was going had put a crack and then a wedge between them. That damn machine and being owed money was just the straw that broke the cammel’s back.

Not even Bendy with his usual upbringing antics could brighten the sour mood that had taken hold of the building. That was to say nothing of the constant painful coughing he’d been suffering with for the last few weeks. Like a chest cold that never quite went away. He suspected it was tuberculosis at best but his doctor said during his last visit that it was possible something else was wrong.

It was that day at five in the morning that Bendy had entered his office and before he could even get out a ‘Hello’ something warm and solid hit him full on in the face. The impact being so hard that he was thrown clear off his seat and into the wall. Looking back, he was certain the wall knocked him out cold.

Then he woke up, surrounded by horrifed looking co-workers.

Now, after what had to be a series of near heart attacks, ever since he entered this decrepted place, he was face to face with the dancing demon himself who was currently having a breakdown over the swriling black and red mushy spot that had once been Sammy Lawrence.

Henry’s first two insticts were to puke and pass out in that order but somehow he was bale to get a hold of himself and began to look hard at anything else BUT that spot on the floor. That only thing being Bendy, who’s sobbing laugher was starting to turn hystrical. Manical. Clutching his head like his fingers were the only thing keeping his skull from breaking apart. As Henry watched he could only wonder what had happened here after he left? What had Joey done to him?

“What did Joey do to me?” It was with that question adruptly cutting of Bendy’s wailing that Henry realized he’d said that out loud. The cartoon spun around, gloved hand pointing at him like a knife. “How about you did to me?!”

Even with the palapble deadly amount of venom that came with those words, even with the bulding nauaisa that comes with seeing someone flattened before ones eyes, even with the rope burns around his arms keeping him from doing the one thing every animal instinct in his body told him to do, he couldn’t help a flicker of shocked anger twinge in his chest. “What I did to you?” Henry almost didn’t recognize his own voice.

“You…do you needa reminder?” Bendy’s pie-cut eyes narrowed and he stalked up to him through the puddle that had once been Sammy and stabbed a finger into his chest. For a being that barely reached his navel on tip-toes, his precense was intimidating. “A smack across the noggin?” The next words from his mouth sounded equal parts angry and frustated with maybe a tinge of…Henry wasn’t sure. It almost sounded like reget or sadness but maybe that was just a sympathetic tirck of his ears. “YOU PEOPLE USED ME AND WHEN I NEEDED YOU, MY CREATOR, MY ARTIST, YOU LEFT!”

It took a moment for the devil’s words to sink in and when they did Henry’s mind was thrown in a wirl. That’s what this was about? A grudge? Over him doing his job? Over some nonexistant chance he’d even stay after what that damn cartoon did to him?! Henry’s mind went back to that day and the consquences of it. Of how this damn little thing had looked so satified with himself when he’d confronted it about what he did and his blood began to boil. “What did you expect?”

Bendly blinked. “What did ya say?”

“What in the FUCK did you expect, you little shit? You runined my life that day and you had the gall, the brass set, to look me in the eye expecting a 'Thank you'  My wife barely recognized me when I went home that night. The children didn’t. They screamed when they saw me. Everyone on the street looks at me and treats me like a freak becuase of you!” Henry wasn’t prepared for the rage that boiled out of his mouth. It came on a huge flood, like a dam in his mind had bust open. He did nothing to contain what he said and wouldn’t even if he could, Thrity years of frustation, thrity years of pain, of not seeing his wife, of not getting to see his children grow up, only able to watch his son’s military funeral from a distance after he was shot down in Normandy, missing his wife’s funeral and never knowing that she’d been sick, his own pathetic lonelyness that had pushed him to even come here, all of it turned every word into a knife that he wanted to plant into that cartoon’s head. “You come in here talking like you were the one wronged? Here’s a newsflash for you, Bendy! You weren’t meant to exist! When Joey built that damn machine and you and the other’s came out of it we knew that you were an abomination! Something that wasn’t suposed to exist. You weren’t susposed to be anything more that a character for entertainment. Joey was the one that gave you life, blame him.”

As if his final scentence was a fist the inky devil finched back, curling into himself as if to shield himself from sound itself. “Ya don’ know nothin’.” His words came out sounding so small and quiet. “He promised…”

“I know enough.” Henry hissed, suddenly unable to hold on to his rage. “I know you weren’t suposed to be like this. I know you and your friends were meant to entertain. I know that for Joey to bring you all to life just for that purpose was wrong in so many ways. The only thing I don’t know is what he promised you.”

Silence fell over the room and Bendy grew so still that the only reason Henry knew he wasn’t looking at a just drawing on a sheet of paper was the ever present smudge that was once Sammy Lawerence that was alll but forgotten in his rage.

“He promised me you.”

For a moment, Henry wasn’t sure he’d heard right. “What?”

“You.” The little devil’s head snapped up, pie-cut eyes brimming with what Henry could only assume were tears, black tracks trailing down round cheeks. His voice was almost pleading as he took a step forward hands up like a beggar wanting anything a passing soul could spare. “You were sick, Henry. Ev'rybody knew it. You were so pale before I…fixed you. I saved you. Why? Why can’t you get that?” The last two words were broken by a sob and Henry was reminded that he was tired up as Bendy took another step forward, hands gathering up fistfulls of his shirt. “I j-just…” Bendy choked up, his visage starting to smear and drip, and the toon dropped to his knees with a wet WUD. “I didn’t want to lose muh…my dad.”

Oh, wow.  This is super interesting!  It’s an EXTREMELY different take on the story from the direction I went in with the Toon Henry AU – in my version of the events, Henry was turned into a cartoon at the end of this AU’s version of Chapter 1.

Interesting that you chose to have it be an event from 30 years ago, and that this would be the reason Henry left instead of being drafted for WWII!

Double Jeopardy

A/N: I went slightly off prompt? Anyway, thank you to @nightwingdiva, @cait-writes-stuff, and @writing-doesnt-discriminate for looking this over for me. I am so out of practice when it comes to writing angst lol 

Also: I almost forgot to tag @insideoflit, but then I didn’t lol

Dick knew something was off the minute he entered his apartment. It wasn’t even that anything had been disturbed or that Y/N wasn’t home from work yet. There was just an indescribable change in the air that made him tense up.

This tension multiplied when he noticed the purple envelope that had been carefully placed on the counter. Any other time, he would have approached the mysterious packet with caution, but he knew who sent it and, judging from how quiet his apartment was, he had a good guess as to what it was about.

To my favorite Bird Brain,” the letter read, “I have taken a couple of your things, which you will probably be wanting back LOL. To reclaim one of your prizes, come to this address.

Dick didn’t spend too much time wondering what the Joker meant by that. He slipped into his suit and out the window. As he hurried through the streets, he sent off a quick message to Bruce, hoping that he would get there in time to help.

The location that Joker had sent him to turned out to be an abandoned apartment building. Dick arrived at the top floor and opened the door to find a large television showing static on the screen. On the coffee table, there was a large switch. As Dick slowly approached the setup, the screen came to life.

“Well, hello there, Batbrat.” The Joker laughed, “So nice of you to join us. We are going to play a little game called ‘Who is more important?’ It should turn out to be interesting.”

His laugh became louder as the screen changed. It showed a red haired woman, who appeared to be heavily sedated, was tied to a chair.

“Barbara.” Dick gasped.

“On the first try!” Joker giggled. “Let’s see if you recognize our second contestant.”

A Y/H/C woman was bound in a similar fashion, but she appeared to be awake and fighting her restraints.

“Y/N!” Dick cried out, moving closer to the screen. Right as he reached out to touch her image, the Joker’s face appeared again.

“We got to keep things movie, Little Birdie. Wouldn’t want the timer to run down before our fun begins.” Joker giggled. “You will have 10 seconds to choose which woman you want to save. If you don’t flip the switch, both women will die.”

Panic began to fill Dick’s head as he realized what was going on. Bruce hadn’t showed up yet and he couldn’t get to them in time to save them.

“Time starts now.” Joker whispered as the screen changed. It was split between the two women, with a countdown telling him how long he had left.

The choice between who lives and who dies.

Barbara or Y/N.

Dick’s hand moved before he realized what he was doing. He blinked and realized he had turned the switch to Barbara’s side.

His heart sank as he watched the screen change. Y/N’s terrified face filled the screen before a live feed of a warehouse exploding took over. Dick could hear the explosion in the distance.

“NO!” Dick cried out as he fell to his knees. He felt a hand grip his shoulder and he turned to find Batman standing there. Bruce didn’t say a word as Dick got to his feet and collapsed against him.

“He killed her.” Dick sobbed. Bruce just patted Dick’s back, waiting for him to calm down slightly before pulling away.

“We need to go get Barbara.” Bruce said as he turned and left the room. Dick followed in silence. They located the warehouse where she was being held. She was just beginning to stir when they freed her.

“What happened? Where am I?” She asked, her speech slurring as she tried to stand.

“We’ll tell you later.” Bruce said as they helped her out of the warehouse, Dick wrapping his arm around her waist to support her.

“Tsk, I guess he isn’t even going to miss you.” Joker sighed as he watched the trio leave the view of the camera.

Y/N was silent as she watched the screen. She hadn’t realized she wasn’t in danger of exploding until Joker had rolled in a TV and turned it on, settling in with a bag of popcorn to watch “the show”.

“I would have expected a bigger scene, to be honest. You are his girlfriend, after all.” Joker said, catching a kernel in his mouth. “Oh, cheer up.” Joker said, launching a handful of the salty snack in her direction. “You could be dead.”

“Aren’t you going to kill me?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Why on earth would I do that?” The Joker asked. “You apparently weren’t important enough to save, which means you aren’t important enough to kill.” Joker dusted off his hands and stood up. He pulled out a knife and cut the ropes binding Y/N to the chair. “You are free to go.”

Y/N looked at him suspiciously. “What are you still doing here? Do you want me to murder you?” Joker laughed as he brought the knife close to her neck.

Y/N dodged the blade and got up, running towards the exit, the Joker’s laugh echoed through the building and into her head as she escaped.

She thought about going back to her apartment, but quickly decided against it. She didn’t want to run the risk of seeing Dick with Barbara in their home, so soon after her “death”.

Y/N wasn’t sure where she was going. She just kept walking, thinking about what to do, but not coming up with any sort of plan. Before she knew it, she was standing at the door of the one person she thought might be able to help her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jason hissed as he pulled her inside. The apartment he lived in was in a more dangerous part of town, but his place was clean and nicely decorated. “Bruce told me you died.”

“I feel like I did, if that helps.” Y/N murmured as she sat down on Jason’s couch. Slowly, she explained what had happened, stopping and starting as tears began to slip out of her eyes. Jason sat in silence as he listened to her words. “And then I just ended up here.” Y/N finished.

“Why did you come to me though? Of all the people you know in the city, why me?” Jason asked softly.

“Because you won’t tell Dick you saw me.” Y/N said. Jason opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N cut him off. “I need your help. I want to leave. I can’t stay here after all this. Especially knowing Dick chose… her life over mine.”

Jason was silent for several moments. Then he got up and walked over to a cabinet. Opening it up, a wide array of guns gleamed in the light. He reached into the bottom of the cabinet and pulled out a box, which he turned and offered to Y/N.

“Take it.” He said. “It has a couple thousand dollars in it. More than enough to get you away and settled in a new city. It also has a burner cell, which I expect you to use to call me and tell me how you are doing.”

Y/N nodded as she got up. She walked over and gave him a quick hug. “Thank you.” She whispered before turning and leaving the room.

She left the city that night, without looking back. She started a new life in Coast City, far away from Gotham and anyone who might know her. With her, she carried a tiny secret that she hadn’t had the chance to tell anybody. Joker had grabbed her on the way back from a doctor’s appointment, during which she had found out she was pregnant.

When she settled into her new life, she had been relieved to find that the stress of being held captive and then moving to a new town had not affected the life of her unborn child.

Months went by and she could almost forget about the bad things as the looked forward to the good. At least until she opened the door to find him standing there.

She froze as she stared at him, unable to say a word. He looked… different. His hair was longer and he had stubble on his face. His eyes held a mixture of anger, relief, and another, softer emotion that Y/N didn’t want to name.

“What are you doing here?” She said, once she was finally able to speak.

“I found your texts on Jason’s phone.” He answered. “When I found out you were alive, I needed to come see you.”

“Well, you have seen me.” Y/N said, her voice turning cold. “I think it is time for you to leave now.” She tried to close the door, but Dick stopped her.

“Y/N, please.” He pleaded.

“You chose her over me, Dick. I could have died.” Y/N said firmly.

Dick tried to reach out and cup her face. “I didn’t know-”

“Didn’t know what? That I didn’t actually die? That I was pregnant with your baby when you decided my life wasn’t important?” Y/N said as she smacked his hand away. “I have had some time to think about this, time you haven’t had. I’ve decided that I forgive you, but I will be damned if I let you back into my life.”

“Our baby needs a father!” Dick argued, desperate at this point to be given any chance to stay.

“Lots of people grow up without fathers and turn out just fine.” Y/N said. “I have friends. Friends who are willing to support me and help me out. Neither me nor my baby need a man who we can’t trust.”

Dick was silent as her words sunk in. “I just want you to let me back in.” He whispered.

“Any chance of that died when the warehouse blew up.” Y/N said. “I think you should go now.”

Dick nodded silently and he released his grip on the door. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

“Goodbye, Dick.” Y/N said as she closed the door. Turning Dick away was the hardest thing she had ever done, but, in the end, she knew she had made the right choice.

Prompt: Can you write a dick x reader imagine where he has to choose between saving the reader(current s/o) or saving either kori or Babs?? And he’s conflicted but at the last minute he decides not to save the reader. And unknown to everyone else the reader lives thanks to some miracle and later finds out they are pregnant with dicks baby and then the media finds out Dick Grayson’s long lost S/o is alive and you can go full blast angst with this or just end it with rainbows and sunshine, your choice!

anonymous asked:

what about a headcannon were jason is the mom friend, dick is the bad jokes and stupid thing one, damian is the possessive one (and the boys do jokes about exorcise the devil from him) and Tim watch them while drink his coffee

-Jason carries snacks with him at all times, just in case anyone needs something or hasn’t eaten yet (he will insist that everyone eats or else they have to face his wrath)

-Dick constantly makes awful puns and everyone around him just restrains themselves from smacking him. It could be a super serious situation where he’s hurt and bleeding and yet he’s still making jokes because that’s how he copes

-Damian refuses to share his brothers (or assorted siblings) with other people. He’s actually growled at some of their friends before, which startled all parties involved because “Did- did he just-” “I think so”

-Tim is like Jim from the Office, where he sometimes stirs the pot, but most of the time just watches in amazed horror as this train wreck continually derails and he just looks into an imaginary camera while all of this is just going on behind him

Grounder Girl

Request(s):  Erm, may I please #82 with Bellamy Blake from Prompt list #3? Maybe work number 23 in there as well heheh. thank you so much!

Pairing: Bellamy/Y/n

Word Count: 310

Originally posted by bellamygifs



Your feet shuffled around camp, dragging your feet.

“Bellamy! I need to speak with you”

You were a grounder that they found the first day they landed. People wanted to keep you captive to get tips on how to survive. You were always cast out of your group underground anyway, so you joined them not long after.

You still wore your ‘Grounder Clothes’, and had your hair intricately braided hair almost everyday. You had some light tribal tattoos lining your back, but no one had seen them but you.

Storming up to his tent, you whipped back the flap,

staring right at you, was a practically naked Bellamy.


you smacked your hand over your eyes.

after a minute or two, Bellamy spoke.

“What’s wrong ground girl? Never seen perfection?” Bellamy smirked. He had yet to put on a shirt.

“Shut up” You growled.

“Ouch. I think the knots are cutting your circulation”

You rolled your eyes, “I said shut up sky guy. We need to talk”

“Wow. How much salt did you have last night”

“Right now you seem to have more dick in your personality than in your pants” you grumbled, “Look. We’re running out of water.”

“Okay” He shrugged, “Not my problem”

“It is your problem. You’re the ‘leader’ of this camp”

He scoffed, “You’re the on that knows the ground, you find it

You shook your head, “No” walking across the space of the tent floor, you grabbed his bicep, and pulled him along.

You must’ve been so frustrated with him that you forgot he didn’t have a shirt on, because by the time you got outside of the tent, you could here whistles from a couple of guys.

“Oh shut up you assholes” You flipped them off, and turned to Bellamy. “Put on a shirt sky boy”

“In your dreams grounder girl”

anonymous asked:

How would you write Season 4 of Girl Meets World?

Hmm… If there was a season four of GMW, here’s what I would do:

1. I would re-establish Riley/Lucas just to get them to realize that their relationship wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be (Perception v. Reality).

2. I would also have Farkle and Smackle start to question their relationship. While I like Farkle and Smackle, I think that there are some things in their relationship that need to be “properly” addressed such as Smackle’s insecurities about Farkle’s feelings, etc etc.

3. After all the relationship stuff is done, I would spend a few episodes giving these characters some much needed development. I would focus on them as individuals and really tackle some pressing issues while developing them as their own characters. I don’t mind the fact that the show has focused on them as a group so much, but I want to see these characters gain more depth, especially Lucas and Zay.

4. I would also address the Riley and Maya dynamic consistently throughout the season. (i.e. Light/Dark, Good/Bad). I would spend a good chunk of time developing these two to function independently of one another. I’m not saying that they wouldn’t be together so much as I would just like them to grow away from one another to find out what they really like/want out of life. These two operate the best when they are in a balance - too much push from either “side” throws them off and I think it would be really good to explore that.

5. I would also give some much needed attention to developing friendships outside of the group. While I know they are a tight-knit group, I think it would be good (and realistic) to show these characters interacting with people outside of their group.

6. And finally, I would also go back and deal with Lucas/Maya and Farkle/Riley properly (i.e. Girl Meets Love).

So I guess this is more of a “what A.I. wants” rather than a “how A.I. would write season four” lol. Anyways, thanks for the ask!

Bad At Love Part 3 | Seth Rollins

Title: Bad At Love, Part 3 (Part 1) (Part 2)

Pairing: Seth Rollins/Reader

Summary“Waking up to you fucking gone and finding a stupid note that basically said to wait for you wasn’t going to make everything fine.”

Word Count: 4,502

Warning: Brief talk of staying in a behavioral health center

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this series! <3 (I based it on a good majority of Halsey’s album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom, specifically ‘Sorry,’ and, ‘Bad At Love.’)

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Accidental Union // Ethan Dolan

Summary: As a well known actress the territory comes with rumours, lack of privacy and many pairings with every role. Growing up with in the world as the daughter of Jeremy Renner you thought you had seen everything until your agent comes bearing news about a certain scene that happened a few months ago.

Characters: Ethan Dolan x Renner!Reader, Grayson Dolan, Ava Berlin Renner (mentioned), and Sonni Pacheco (mentioned)

Words: 2971

Disclaimer: I do not own YouTuber, or any movies that are referenced in this. Obviously I don’t own the Dolan Twins because that would be illegal. I don’t own any gifs, imagines or lyrics that may appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, parental divorce, fluff, mention of infertility (VERY little referenced) and angst.

Author: Caitsy.

A/N: I really love this idea even thought the potential of it actually happening is very low.


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Originally posted by punishmedolans

You hummed as you brushed the white material down further where it gathered beautifully around your waist. You had garnered attention when you made a cameo appearance in your father’s movie before making a splash in your own way. Everyone knew your father for his involvement with Marvel movies so you were usually in media eye.

“Y/N, you ready?” Alice, your kind assistant, asked from the wardrobe room’s door.

“Uh yeah.” You cleared your throat before picking up the skirt of your gown and carefully climbing down the steps onto the pavement.

You were filming in Vancouver mainly for the scenes but you did have a few in LA also which is where a few of the actors came from. This scene was in Vancouver for the warm weather paired with the snow for the perfect shots. This scene however was more nerve-wracking because you were acting with a very attractive guy and that normally did bother you. You were a Hallmark Movies veteran starting as either the daughter, babysitter or niece in the films before becoming the love interest when you turned nineteen.

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Call us maybe

Levi sighs, adjusts her ponytail a little higher over her undercut. She restocks the coffee filters. She wipes the counter down with disinfectant. Again. “For shit’s sake,” she mutters under her breath.

The parade happening downtown has taken all their business away. And while Levi knows it’s smart for Hange to take their break while it’s slow, it leaves her bored. Cranky. Wishing she was literally anywhere else. Levi sighs again and resigns to picking at her nails.

The bell above the door chimes and Levi, for the first time since she started this job three weeks ago, finds herself anticipating an interaction with a customer. “Hi, welcome to Maria’s. How may I-” Levi narrowly avoids sputtering when she looks up.

This woman is gorgeous. Sun-kissed skin. Large, turquoise eyes. Long, brown hair. Long, brown legs. Levi licks her lips, tongue suddenly like sandpaper, throat faring no better. Christ, those legs go on for miles, accentuated beautifully by those high waisted shorts.

Then she smiles and Levi’s face starts to burn. “What can I…” The woman’s head tilts to the side and Levi wants to melt into the floor. She’s so stunning. Levi needs an adult. Where the actual fuck is Hange when you need them? Oh god, is Shitty Glasses really her go-to adult? Levi shakes her head. “What can I get you?”

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5 reasons your martial art sucks.

Martial arts of any kind are really considered a niche kind of ‘sport’. So we can assume that… not everyone likes it. Here are some reasons why.

1. You don’t learn how to fight.

You don’t. Face it, whatever martial art you are practicing, when you let yourself in an MMA cage fight or a Kickboxing match: you’re most likely screwed. And I put it nicely there. You can’t fight, it doesn’t work.

Originally posted by vhs-ninja

(… even in martial arts movies we’re portrayed as losers)

2. There’s a huge imbalance when it comes to diversity.

Now this might be local of course, but mostly the amount of male participants is (way) higher than females’. In my own dojo I’m one of the two (!) adult women. The demography is mostly better with the children, but it’s rarely 50/50.

3. You don’t earn any respect.

You thought getting into martial arts would finally land you some real respect and people would start treating you like a human being that is, in fact, awesome? Think again.
If they have even HEARD of your martial art and you don’t have to spend ten minutes explaining it, then you still get smacked in the face with the fact that people think martial arts are only for nerds who need help sticking up for themselves.

You might think: “Oh but you do Karate, that’s easy, everyone knows that.”
Not even close. I always have to explain that Karate isn’t Judo and explaining that my style of Karate has Jiu Jitsu in it makes the whole thing even more complicated..

Originally posted by yeah-think-funny

4. It leaves you bruised and beaten.

I remember having to run back and forth to the coffee corner at my work to get another batch of wet towels to cool my extremely bruised finger, 4 days before my black belt exam. A bit awkward to say the least, especially since your sweet co-workers will ask what’s up.

Also, I came into school one day with a black eye. Everyone in school thought I had gotten into a fight. I just went along with it because… well because I didn’t want to admit I actually failed to deflect one of the many Frisbee discs that were thrown at me by two black belts.

5. It’s a real commitment.

There are people who just come in once a week to do their thing and that’s it. That’s fine, but if you really want to get somewhere and earn that black belt you have to invest. I trained 4 to 5 times a week for before I earned my black belt. I saw my training partner more than my actual partner. Naturally that took a lot of understanding from my partner, not everyone can do that.

Well that sounds like a royal drag, why would I even start?

1. You learn something more than just fighting.
You might not be a cage fighter, but you do learn how to defend yourself. You learn the of the ways of budo. You strengthen your soul, your mind, your body, everything. A true budoka is mostly not just a good fighter, but also a good person.

Originally posted by alemdocabelo

2. Men everywhere
Okay so the girls aren’t as represented yet as the guys are. And yes there are an overwhelming amount of Caucasian males that run the show…
Welcome to the world. If you mind the lack of women in your dojo, invite them! Encourage them to try out, encourage others to bring women in! Make sure that diversity is happening, in every way possible.

Until my brown belt, I never even met a female sensei.
I never had a female sensei teach me. Now, I AM ONE. 

Lead, by example.

3. You don’t earn any respect?
Well, I might’ve lied a little. Look in your school years, you don’t get any respect (sorry). They’ll just sneer at you and ask you to ‘give ‘em a little show’. What I hope is that you have earned your own respect and are able to say no to those losers who make your life miserable.

In the corporate world however, it is respected if you are (still) doing something you love as a hobby and actually acclaimed some sort of title in it (like a black belt or a teacher’s license). Also, martial arts mostly mean that people are calm, collected, good listeners and disciplined people. All good traits if you ask me!

Originally posted by modern-yin

4. You’ll get beat up.
Only a little at times…? Look, if you didn’t like it a little at the very least, you probably quit already. But you know what? I’m just going to put it out there: getting a punch or a kick will toughen you up. Now I’m not saying beating children is okay (never). But getting hit the first time is huge shock and you’ll cry, the second time you’ll have a scare and a sniffle, the third time you might already be able to suck it up and continue. Not because you’ve been yelled at to do so, but because you are training yourself mentally.

That commitment
One of my sensei-in-life (a.k.a. mother’s) sayings is: there is always a choice. You might not feel like it, but there is always a choice.
And she is right. If you cannot fit that extensive training program in your busy life, then don’t. If you are mentally not ready to commit even though someone might ask it, you can perhaps try it, but if it really doesn’t go that well, then don’t.

The reason you are doing this is because it is FUN.

Originally posted by juji-gatame


You are committing your whole life to trying imitate what some (mostly) Japanese deceased men invented. 

By the way: you’ll never get it perfectly right, ever.

But you know what?

It brings you: joy, friends, a healthier body, a peaceful mind, a longer lifespan, inner strength, laughter, perseverance, discipline, this ‘amazing’ blog, a feel of home in the dojo, some great stories to tell and most of all: FUN. That’s all I need.