spilled acid

drugs break ur heart 2

[Marijuana] Mary was the introduction. Smoking in the back yard at night in a makeshift bowl. I hid her behind my parents backs. After a while, it took more of her to feel something until it became nothing at all.

[Xanax] Xanny numbed the pain, you fall for her tricks easy and within a couple hits, you’re mind is gone. She made you complicated though, sometimes she made you do things you couldn’t imagine ever doing- both bad and the good. She was just like that.

[Acid] Lucy was both Heaven and Hell. When you fuck with her, you fuck with her heavy. The she makes you feel and the things she makes you see are a blessing and a curse. Lucy will not only break your heart, but your mind.

[Coke] Some white girl you cant remember the name of if you got it. She’s pale and has a way of keeping you up at night after a hookup, leaving you wanting more. She’s addicting in all the right and wrong ways, the type of good girl your friends tell you not to fuck with because she’s as bad too. One night with her can make your heart stop.

You were an acid trip
Tripping over my tongue
I couldn’t feel anything
But you–
I was higher
Than I’d ever been.

You were an acid bath
Stripping me to the bone
Dissolving all
My positive
Thoughts and emotions,
I’d never been so low.

—  So I dropped you
It’s like I’m either trying to save someone or they try to save me, and I don’t know which is worse. Not being able to fix that person, or feeling as if you’re something to be fixed in the first place.
—  Car thoughts #162
The Storm

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”

Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~

Word Count: 1355

Warnings: N/A

Part 2

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Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.

Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.

Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.

You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”

“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”

You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).

“Whoops, sorry,”

“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said

“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”

“Sounds good,”

After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.

But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.

Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.

When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.

“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.

“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.

“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”

“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”

“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked

“Bring you anything like what?”

“Well, i’m very hungry,”

“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”

“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”

You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.

“What movies are we watching tonight?”

“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.

You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.

The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.

“Told you,” you muttered.

You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.

“What now?” Your asked.

“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.

“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”

“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked

“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.

Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.

There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”

You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.

“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.

“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”

“A little concern would be nice,”

Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.

“Hey Pete,”

“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.

“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“What?” Peter asked

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No,”

“Why not?” You asked.

You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.

“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”

“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”

“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”

“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”

“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”

“Wait… you do?” Peter asked

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”

“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”

“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”

Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.

He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.

You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”

Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”

Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.

“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Incest (big brother & little sister), Sex Pollen, Smut (fingering & missionary), Enhanced Reader, 18+

Word Count: 2.1k

Hell yeah, I’ve got like 10 requests for this kink in my inbox! Dedicated to all my ladies with the same fucked up big brother kink as me. Wrote this in like 2 hours whilst listening to this song on repeat.

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Your body was entirely too hot, a stark contrast to the cold weather outside: winter, with two feet of snow on the ground and black ice all over the roads. With the seatbelt resting uncomfortably between your breasts, your bare thighs and back stuck to the leather passenger’s seat as Bucky drove you through a blizzard on the way back to the Quinjet.

The mission was a failure.

Whatever intel Hydra still had under wraps, you hadn’t been able to retrieve it. Instead, you’d walked right into a trap. The moment the two of you broke into the warehouse, a bucket of acid spilled from the rafters right down the front of your body – strong enough to melt away your clothing, yet gentle enough not to hurt you. 

Much.

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Some things about Snape as a teacher:

Constantly calls on kids that never raise their hands. Often times, they know the answer anyway and just hadn’t bothered. He takes away points despite their right answers and when they get angry, he tells them acting dumb is just as much cause to take points away as being dumb and to raise their hand next time.

Never works out of actual textbooks - we see this demonstrated in the books with his tendency to put instructions on his board rather than tell the students to open their books.

A student once confronted him about the fact that he was having them brew a potion with different instructions than the ‘tried and true’ textbook version, and Snape took the book, ripped out the paper that had the potion in it, and let the paper fall to the floor.

Has used aguamenti on students who spill possibly toxic potions on themselves.

A student once spilled an acid potion right on Snape, and he expelled his robes immediately, so a small collection of third year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws saw him in just jeans and a sweater.

As hated as Snape is by a lot of students, every year there are about four or five students who decide they love him and go to great lengths to impress him. Snape always grows to be begrudgingly fond of these students, though he’s especially hard on them because of it.

He’s made special exception for one such student who got an A in Potions on their OWLs, and Snape pushed him through to sixth year anyway, but worked him hard on remedial potions classes every day until he caught up.

Snape has been known to end classes early due to headaches.

He grades papers sometimes while he teaches and mutters while he does, so occasionally, students will be brewing and hear things like ‘again with the mincing the dragon-fly wings?’ or ‘I swear, they get stupider every year,’ or ‘Merlin’s sake, Jones, learn the difference between dragon scale and snake scale!’

“I don’t care if the staircases moved on you, I said you had four minutes to use the bathroom and you took seven, that’s ten points from Gryffindor, thank you.”

Snape doesn’t understand that he was something of a potions genius and is constantly frustrated that the students don’t learn as quickly or as easily as he did.

Some students dare each other to try and get him to smile. He’s aware of the game and goes out of his way to scowl all the more, but it’s a tad hard for him sometimes if they work hard enough.

Has only given around twenty five house points in all his time teaching.

Snape has had howlers sent to him in the mail a few times from disgruntled parents. He usually opens them right in the middle of the great hall to show how much he doesn’t care. His fellow teachers place bets on what insult will be used the most.

Once after patrolling the whole night and having had a restless nightmare filled night the day before, Snape fell asleep at his desk right in the middle of class. The students had no idea what to do and just continued making their potions until the lesson was supposed to end.

LSD

Silence is music and music is art. How can we be so close knit as a society yet we’re falling apart.
Is dark the absence of light or light the absence of dark? Tab under my tongue this journey I’ll soon embark.
The simple things in life all amplified. Can’t feel my face I might have died and gone to heaven. Memories play vividly like movies that I’ve never seen. Philosophical question like what does it mean to be?
The sunset mesmerizes my senses memorize its cadence qualifies my existence.
We were put here to love and appreciate. Signs up above we alleviate the pain the pleasure we deviate from one another.
The rules the rules we’re played as fools distracted by the daily news. Addicted to television and smart phones we can’t seem to lose-
Touch.
With the digital. The messages subliminal. Do a good deed and people see you as a criminal.
Gentle whispers fill my mind I see music in frozen time. Melting colors, water ripples gently what’s yours then becomes what’s mine.
One with nature nature one with me lack of parenthesis. Looking closely one can see the plants do photosynthesis.
Thoughts dancing yet I’m still.
The outside world still seems not real.
I write these words yet words themselves cannot begin to describe how it feels.

Literal Sensory Disturbia

-M.N. McFadden II
INEBRIATED [2]

PART 1, PART 2

Summary: lol its so weird to brush your teeth before breakfast, tagged some sweet people i figured wouldnt mind; if you did so sooorry 

Pairing: ari levinson x reader

Word count: 2243

Warnings: smut, explicit language, vulgar language.

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When awaking in the early morning your head throbbed with a mean ache, a foul taste was in your mouth and you were felt to the brim with contrite of last night’s endeavors. Surely the night went well in comparison to what unpleasant tension you first had thought the situation would mint, and regardless of the attempted advantages in which you were certain you would hear of, you thought you did pretty well in spite of the liters of alcoholic substances you must have consumed. The very thought of the multi-substance abuse you had exposed yourself to was enough to send you sprinting out of bed, hell-bent on reaching the bathroom before stomach acid would spill from your mouth.

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List of things that have happened in my science class (most of which was yesterday):
- teacher keeps telling us stories of her stealing stuff
- also interrupted class to show us clips from the muppet movie
-told us long involved story of her spilling battery acid on legal documents “it all started with my birth mother and a farm”
- group of boys keep having unironic conversations abt how they think Jewish people are to blame for the holocaust (they’re nazis)
-also two of them have the same name and look rly similar (suspicious)
-they were putting universal indicator in hydrochloric acid and purposefully spilling it on the floor so they could make period jokes
- “Neutralisation? Isn’t that what happens in sex?” -some random person

We’re doing collision theory next and there is no way that’ll end well

anonymous asked:

Scientist x assistant aus??

  • “Okay so if you look here, you can see that the uh….the uhm….the…sorry but could you remove your hand from my back? It’s uh, distracting me from my work. Thanks.” AU
  • Character A works as an assistant at a lab and they’re responsible for making sure that the lab is clean and prepped for each new experiment. While cleaning up the remains of a previous experiment, Character A accidentally spills a beaker of unknown liquid onto their skin/clothes and immediately jumps underneath the safety shower to wash it off. At the same time, Character B walks in to find a very embarrassed Character A and a lab that’s floor is covered in water.
  • “Listen, I find the whole tired eyes and perpetual burnt coffee smell kind of hot. Working around scientists is like the best thing ever for me.” AU
  • Character A is a scientist that devotes enormous amounts of time and energy into their work, but they can’t seem to find the answer that they’re looking for. One night, while pouring over their notes for the hundredth time, Character B comes into Character A’s office with a bag of takeout food (from Character A’s favorite restaurant) and offers it to Character A, saying that Character A deserves it because they work so hard. 
  • After landing an internship at a prestigious lab, Character A is determined to make a great impression on their superiors. So when lead scientist Character B asks if Character A would like to shadow Character B’s newest project, Character A jumps at the chance to really impress Character B.
  • “I know you’re a really touchy-feely person, but you just spilled a highly corrosive acid on both of us and now we’re both going to have to try to share this small safety shower.” AU
  • Character A has never had a real interest in science, but they apply for an assistant position at a lab because the pay is good. On their first day of work, Character A gets paired with one of the younger scientists, Character B, and all of a sudden Character A is very interested in science these days.

I spilled battery acid and didn’t notice until my hand started burning (doing fine just FYI). So when I did notice I immediately alerted my supervisor and I walked off to clean it off of myself. The next customer in line then reported me to corporate because I walked away when I should’ve been helping her, even though I told her directly “ma'am there’s an acid spill up here, please go to another lane for your safety”

Disobedience - Dhawan!Master x Reader ~smut~

The Master has rules. Rules you shouldn’t risk breaking. Or maybe you should.

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Requested by anonymous with the scene prompt Heavy spanking

(a/n: first time writing smut, let me know what you think! (I’ll get better, I promise!))

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You fucked up. You really fucked up.

You could hear the Master yelling at you in your mind as you sprinted down corridors away from the beastly aliens that were chasing you. Telling you how stupid you were, how reckless.

It was his fault really.

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anonymous asked:

48 & 86 pls. fake boyfriends is probably my favourite trope of all time

ME TOO MY GUY and there is an astounding lack of it for newmann

Prompt from Here: 48 Fake Dating + 86 I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On; Newmann featuring….galas and random ocs

Rating: T, maybe very mild M (just bc of stuff implied)


“Here’s the plan,” Newt says. “I need a date for this thing. You need a date for this thing. No one else likes either of us–”

“Speak for yourself,” Hermann interjects, stirring sugar into his tea. “I have a life outside of you, Newton.”

“Oh, okay, Mr. Popular,” Newt says. “Why are you here with me at the loser table instead of sitting with some of your much cooler friends, then?” It’s not really a loser table–this isn’t, like, some bad eighties high school flick–but it is the one table crammed in the corner of the mess hall away from the other ones where no one else wants to sit, so Newt and Hermann can bicker through meals all they want without driving anyone else away.

“Out of pity,” Hermann says. He takes a long sip and sets his chipped mug back down delicately. “Do continue. I’d like to say no as quickly as possible.”

“Asshole,” Newt says cheerfully. “Okay, so, like I was saying: we both need dates, no one likes either of us, why not be each other’s dates.”

“No,” Hermann says just as cheerfully.

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anonymous asked:

Since you asked for the S bros.... what do you think they’d be like with a killer hangover where they’re literally too sick to move? (Love you guys btw <3)


Hi! Sorry it took 300 years.

Shuu:


  • He usually sleeps/lays down anyways
  • But now, things are much harder for him, when he has a splitting headache
  • As a vampire, it takes a lot to get Shuu drunk, not to mention he’s got a high tolerance to alcohol, too
  • He is he groaner. He will groan due to the headache and sleep in even randomer places, and might get ultra pissed if his brothers or s/o don’t stay quiet
  • Literally can hear so well when he is hangover it is a curse to him

Reiji:


  • He hardly ever drinks
  • Finds alcohol gross
  • But he doesn’t mind wine, so he had a little too much one night
  • And let us just say that he spent the entire next day suffering, but got up to try and make a hangover potion for the pain
  • Only to accidentally spill acid on the floor, which caused the carpet to corrode.
  • From then on he made sure not to overdrink.

Ayato:


  • Honestly? He gets drunk a lot
  • So a lot of hangovers happen to him, too
  • Ayato enjoys all types of drinks, and therefore tends to mix drinks too
  • When hangover, he complains the entire day, much to everyone’s annoyance
  • Believes everyone should help him out and be quiet since he’s “the best” and “deserves it”

Laito:


  • This boy
  • Has the highest alcohol tolerance out of all the S brothers
  • Literally impossible to get him hangover
  • Will out-drink everyone and anyone

Kanato:

  • Doesn’t drink
  • Nope
  • Thinks it’s gross and icky
  • Although maybe eats alcoholic chocolates and candies from time to time
  • But that is it

Subaru:


  • He is fucking dying the next morning
  • Oh boooooy does he regret drinking so much
  • He is most likely of the brothers to drink excessively to forget his sorrows
  • Like, he will stay in his room, locked away and try to sleep it off, and will be frustrated with any of his brothers
  • Might get violent if he isn’t left alone to rest and sleep the hangover off b/c his brothers constantly pissing him off when he is in pain is NOT fun.


- Mod Rozalia/Sinful mother 

Watching Mirror, Mirror to test out my new co-online-video watching service account, and it makes me wonder if there are any fics out there that try to explain how regular universe McCoy came to spill acid in Sickbay.

Also considering hosting some sort of (lovingly) snarky TrekWatch on here at some point. Anyone interested?

That’s what I basically believe, and I’ve lived my life accordingly. In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person'a heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside. I think in my own way I’m aware of this danger–and that’s why I’ve had to constantly keep my body in motion, in some cases pushing myself to the limit, in order to heal the loneliness I feel inside and to put it in perspective. Not so much as an intentional act, but as an instinctive reaction.
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haruki murakami, what i talk about when i talk about running

anonymous asked:

TIM AND DAMIAN “Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get angry?” PLZ I BEG U OMG

I got a few requests for this, so I’m lumping them all into this post. Thanks and enjoy!

Prompt List Here | Ask me Here


Damian was sketching when a shadow fell over the paper in his lap. He continued to push his pencil across the page in an arc. He worked on his picture for another minute before the room’s other occupant cleared his throat. Damian glanced up and found Tim standing over him. Arms crossed, face a scowl.

“Can I help you, Drake?” Damian asked.

His brother watched him for another beat before uncrossing his arms and holding out the charred remains of a hoodie, the smell of acrid burned fabric drifting off it. Damian raised an eyebrow at the hoodie. He had a feeling he knew where the conversation was about to go, but he wasn’t ready to admit to anything before he knew for sure.

“Did you fall asleep with your elbow against the coffee pot again?”

“That happened one time.” Tim said then narrowed his eyes at Damian. “Before you ever even showed up, so why would you know about—” he trailed.

Damian smirked. “An easy guess, Drake. Thank you for the confirmation.” He turned back to his sketch to the sound of Tim sputtering.

“Pay attention. This has nothing to do with my falling asleep anywhere.”

Damian looked back up, tapping the eraser of his pencil against his paper. “I don’t see why. It’s obvious you’ve burned your hoodie. Perhaps by spilling acid? Or you tried to help Pennyworth in the kitchen?”

Tim crossed his arms again, the blackened hoodie flopping against his forearm and smearing his arm with ash. “Then let me make it clear, would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get angry?”

Damian blinked up at him. He hadn’t set any of Tim’s stuff on fire in over a week. Been angry, yes. Took it out on the brother closest in age with him? No.

“Contrary to popular belief I don’t always set your stuff on fire. Sometimes it’s Todd’s.”

“And never Dick’s?”

Damian gave him a shocked look. “Grayson is off limits, even you know that. Now—” He set his sketchbook aside and stood, brushing loose eraser shavings off his pants. “Let’s go find out who burned your favorite hoodie.”

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