USS Torsk (SS-423) is docked at the Baltimore Maritime Museum and is one of two Tench Class submarines still located inside the United States. It is nicknamed the “Galloping Ghost of the Japanese Coast.” In 1945, Torsk made two war patrols off Japan, sinking one cargo vessel and two coastal defense frigates. The latter of these, torpedoed on 14 August 1945, was the last enemy ship sunk by the U.S. Navy in World War II.
Summary: You and Sigrid have a very in-depth conversation about your past with Thranduil and the King tries to apologize in his own little way.
Pairings: Thranduil x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Loss of Family Members; Slight Mentions of Hatred from Parents.
A/N: I’ve been hella tired lately so I haven’t been doing anything. No writing no nothing. I think that’s how the weekend is going to go too. Sorry guys. Also this was hard to write. I wanted like a lot of angst, but I couldn’t find a way to fix it so I kinda f’ed up lol
you about three days to reach Dale. You had not spoken to Sigrid and you felt
bad. You didn’t want her to feel like everything was her fault.
get off of your horse as you reach the entrance. You hand your horse over to a
stable boy after gathering your things.
you start, slinging your pack over your shoulder. She shakes her head, stopping
you from continuing.
understand, y/n. You had a lot on your mind, it’s fine,” she says and you smile
at the human before you.
had lived a very LONG life and she is by far your favorite human.
During the Battle of the Five Armies, you had
saved them from a bunch of orcs chasing after them. When you had seen the fear
in her eyes, it struck a chord with you and from then on you vowed to protect
her and her siblings, something you couldn’t do for your own.
Again, another imagine that wasn’t requested.. But I do have some Zach requests so hopefully this ties you all over till I get to those :) I got this inspiration while listening to Mess Is Mine by Vance Joy so give that a listen if you wanna!
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It couldn’t be him. What in the world were the odds that he would be at the farmers market so early on a Sunday morning. But you swore you saw him, as you picked up a fresh soft peach from the wooden bucket, you saw him. That dark brown hair, his wide hazel eyes, and you couldn’t miss though stupidly perfect eyebrows either. Truthfully, you thought your eyes were just playing tricks on you, till you looked up again and he was closer this time.
NOTES/WARNINGS: This story is the result of an imagine I saw on another blog theartofimagining13. The credit for the imagine goes to the author on that page.
Warning death of minor characters and violence in this fic
To Loki’s great joy, she was everything he had read of and more, born in a war-torn region, she lost her father and brother young to fighting and her mother to the stress of it all. Angry and never willing to accept her lot, Rebecca fought authority and ran from every care facility and home she was kept in, what made it all the more amusing was the angrier she became, the more her gifts developed. In the end, she was able to evade capture, fleeing to America and starting a life there, until S.H.I.E.L.D. found her that was. She had just wanted a normal life, job, home and perhaps someone to care for, but Nick Fury caught her scent and had agents hound her. She stated their deaths had been in her self-defence, but she was overpowered and caught, before being sentenced to a fate worse than death, eternal darkness in ice. Loki swore that together, he would aid her to elude capture once more, and once their revenge was completed, he would bring her far away from Midgard, as he called it, and to a place where she would be able to have such dreams of a life free and her own.
Imagine being taken hostage while on the phone to Rafael
“Can we please pull over, Sonny? I’m dying over here.” you pleaded with your partner Carisi from the passenger seat.
“The more we stop the longer it will take to get home. We literally just got into the city. One more hour and we’ll be home.” Sonny tried to reason.
“But I have to pee and I’m super hungry.” you complained.
“You just had lunch.” he countered.
“Just?! That was five hours ago.” you pointed out.
“It’s been that long? Alright, but you’ve been snacking the whole drive back.” you commented.
“Yeah, but I ran out like a mile ago.” you complained.
“And you’re already hungry?” he asked shocked.
“Would I be bothering you if i wasn’t?” you replied sarcastically.
“Probably, yes… Alright, I’ll stop at the next service station. You happy?” he sighed giving in.
“Yes,” you smiled as you started meddling with the radio, getting quite annoyed with Sonny’s pop music playlist.
“Hey, driver picks the music.” he commented swatting your hand away.
You looked up at him from your crouched position, shocked. Your mouth hanging open about to protest.
“What?” he asked glancing at you momentarily, “You made me watch the show all of last night. Did you not think that I would pick up a few things?”
You and your partner Sonny were driving back to the city from upstate. Liv had sent you guys their to get a reading on one of your latest victims who was visiting the city on Spring Break. You stayed their for a day, learning semi useful things about your victim before Liv asked you to return back. It was too late to drive that night so you had stayed over at some seedy motel.
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Last night, you’d called your boyfriend also your ADA, Rafael, after Sonny had fallen asleep. Typically, enough he was still working at his office which you learned after you tired and failed to call the landline at your apartment. You berated him over the phone, telling him he had to get into good habits and that he couldn’t keep having all nighters at the office. He just laughed at you and asked if you were okay. He was being much kinder to you lately which I guess was understandable but you still didn’t like it.
“Here we are.” He said pulling into the gas station.
“Thanks, do you want anything?” you asked unbuckling your seatbelt quickly and placing your hand on the door, ready to exit as soon as he answered.
“Get me some chips. I’ll fill up the car. We’re running low on gas.” he said unbuckling his own seatbelt and getting out the car.
You raced to the bathroom and relieved yourself. After that you wandered down the isles looking for Sonny’s chips and something to eat for yourself. The store was dimly lit, the fixture flickering spasmodically. It was a bit grungy and small but it would do. The clerk who was middle aged man was reading a newspaper at the till. Their was a young couple at the other end of the store,by the beer fridge was an old man and by the magazines a young man in his early twenties. You were browsing the chip section when your pocket started to vibrate. You pulled it out to see your favourite name flash onto the screen.
“You better still not be at work.” you said down the line.
“Well, hello to you too.” Rafael chuckled down the phone.
“Well?” you prompted.
“I’m about to leave.” he lied.
“No you’re not. I can practically see you getting comfortable. Leaning back to your chair. Piles of court documents surrounding you. A big annoying smile on your face.” you argued wedging your phone between your shoulder and face while picking up a bag of chips only to drop it when you saw the sell by date.
“You know me too well.” he sighed.
“Mmm.” you agreed still browsing.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Just got into the city. Though to be more exact I’m at a service station, trying to find some food.” you whined.
“Aren’t you always trying to find food.” he teased.
“Yeah, but I’m always marginally more successful when in a store.” you replied trying to be serious.
“Only marginally, of course. Seriously, though Y/N, how are you?” he asked his voice laced with concern.
“I’m completely fine. Trust me. I feel great. Relax.” you stated trying to soothe him.
“I know, I know. I just worry.” he sighed.
“The big bad ADA, worries. Who would have thought?’ you teased down the line, finally finding Sonny’s favourite chips and placing them into into your basket.
“Only about you. Alright, so you’re okay but what about…?” he indicated before trailing off.
“Sonny? He’s fine. He’s filling the car up and I just got him his favourite chips.” you answered shaking the bag audibly to avoid the question.
“That’s great but I think you know who I was actually referring too.” he chuckled.
“Oh,” you smiled, “You mean bubbles.”
“Bubbles?” Rafael repeated confused.
“Yeah that’s his nickname.” you stated picking up a chocolate bar and inspecting it.
“Why?” he asked still confused.
“Because he gives me tummy bubbles.” you shrugged.
“You mean butterflies?!” he attempted to correct.
“Yeah, but if I call them butterflies. His nickname will be butter and that just makes me think of butterfingers and you know how I feel about them.” you countered bitterly towards the end.
“Right, they’re the ‘bane’ of the chocolate bar community. You’re insane.” he sighed and you could imagine him rubbing his forehead.
“Well let’s hope he inherits your mental state then.” You joked.
“I’m sorry he?” he asked curious.
“Yeah he.” you repeated instinctively putting a hand to your stomach.
“You think it’s a boy?” he smirked.
“Well I want it to be a boy.” you admitted honestly inspecting a supposedly fresh cheese wrap.
“I know you do but it could also be a girl.” he smiled.
“And you want a girl, don’t you?” you teased.
“And you don’t?” he questioned.
“It’s not that I don’t. It’s just that it would be easier if it was a boy. I’ve already raised one, remember. He turned out pretty good you know. He goes to Stanford.” you smirked referring to your younger brother.
“Yeah, but this time it’s different. You won’t be alone. You’ve got me and with both our combine efforts this one might go to Harvard even if it’s a girl.”
“Or Yale.” you added as the bell on the store door rang out.
“Or Harvard.” he interrupted repeating himself to ensure he was clear to you.
“Let’s agree to disagree. You better be at home when I get there. I’m giving you an hour head-start.” you joked catching sight of a guy in a black hoodie approach the checkout, probably whoever just walked in.
“Alright, alright. I’m leaving.” He as he audibly stop up and began shuffling papers around.
“As am I.” You said skirting the isle and beginning to walk to the checkout yourself.
“So did you actually find something to eat?” he asked.
“Expect a chocolate bar, no. I’ll probably share Sonny’s chips.” you responded.
“Are you sure…?” he asked cautiously.
“You’re right. I should get my own.” you nodded doubling back and grabbing it.
“I think it would be the best.” he agreed laughing.
“Anyway I’m going to let you go.” you finished turning your head to see a sudden loud argument at the checkout.
“I’ll see you later. I love you, Y/N.” Rafael said distracting you.
“I lov-…” you started before being intuited by the sound of two loud bangs.
You knew exactly what they were. Gun shots. You ducked instinctively. Clinging into your phone with one hand and place the other on your piece on your hip.
“Y/N?” a frantic Rafael called down the line.
You peered round the corner to see the desk clerk, lying on the floor, blood pooling round him. Th shooter had start to begin pacing before shooting two shots into the ceiling.
“Nobody leaves! Everyone stays.” he demanded but his voice shakily.
The couple and the old man were much closer to the till, the shooter waved his gun in their faces.
“Sit.” he commanded to them, growing in confidence.
All four followed his commands sitting with the backs up against a fridge, the store clerk lying dying in front of them. He hadn’t seen you. You were standing an isle behind him. The store was small. But you couldn’t run up to the door in fear you get two shots in your back.
“Y/N?” Rafael called out again, quieter this time his voice filled with concern.
“I’m fine… call the police.” you whispered shakily bringing up the phone to your face before quickly dropping it again.
Then suddenly the shooter turned. You moved your hand from your hip to hide the gun you had on your hip and you shoved your phone up your shirt sleeve to hide it. He caught sight of you. You looked him dead in the eye and froze. He started shouting commands at you but you couldn’t hear. Then he rushed up to you and waved his gun frantically in your face.
“Didn’t you hear me bitch, move.” he shouted at you but you could still sense slight fear in his voice.
You put your hands up in surrender, careful not to show your phone. He circled round you and pressed the barrel of the gun into your head.
“Move.” he ordered.
You started walking towards the other hostages. Breathing heavily, taking small cautious steps so not to spook him and accidentally shoot you. You guess he got frustrated with waiting for you and removed the gun from your head and shoved you forward. You were quick enough to steady yourself but your phone dropped on to the floor. It let out a loud crash and the shooter went to pick it up.
“You called the cops?!” he spat picking up the phone quickly but not checking the number.
“I..” You mumbled purposely deciding how you were going to play this.
“You little bitch.” he yelled, throwing the phone onto the floor and stomping on it heavily before shoving you once again.
By now you were by the other hostages. His shove forced you face first into the glass door of the fridge. You steadied yourself after impact and you slid onto the floor. Right beside the old man. Leaning against the floor you repositioned yourself to the upright sitting position. Your head was pounding and you quickly turned to the other hostages who had looks of horror on their faces. The old man gestured to your head. You put up your hand and felt blood. Lowering your hand to confirm.
You let out a long laboured breath before looking up back at the shooter. He had begun facing again, talking to himself in hushed whispers. Then the sound of sirens rang out and became loud. the shooter suddenly ran to the window and peered out of the shutters. Before he began pacing and talking to himself.
You watched him. Formulating a plan to get everyone out of here alive. You looked at the now dead man in front you. You weren’t going to let anybody else die today. You then placed a hand on your stomach, remembering. It wasn’t just you in danger anymore. It was the both of you.
“Mike has a nickname,” stated Jackie. “It’s really good.” Michael’s smiling face turned deadly serious. “Do not do that, Jackie,” he said in a threatening tone. He looked away. “On the appelle-” “Please, guys!” begged Michael. “Big Nose” Jackie continued, ignoring the embarrassment of Michael. The brothers laughed among themselves. Michael’s face turned red. “Yes, Big Nose,” Marlon repeated, smiling. “We call him Big Nose.” Marlon tapped Michael gently on the arm. “What’s the matter, Big Nose?”
But Michael was not laughing. He seemed to be trying to close in on himself inside. The others ignored him, continuing their game until Michael was close to tears. “It’s not funny, guys,” Tito said in a monotone.
The Jacksons interview with Randy Taraborrelli - August 22, 1978
I’m aware that I am probably being over-generous, but I am going to pretend for a moment that many of the boys featured on straightwhiteboystexting are unaware of how to talk to women, rather than purposefully harassing them. I am creating this to be a helpful guide to anyone out there who is prone to saying stupid things, the likes of which can be found on that blog.
Part 1: Pickup Lines Don’t. Just don’t. Yes, there are some women who will find an exceptionally cheesy/clever pickup line to be adorkable, but most people can’t pull it off.
Unfortunately, Hollywood and tv have taught us that unless you deliver a breathtakingly suave introduction, you’re doomed from the start. This is not true. The best conversation-starters are the simplest ones. The general rule is to pick from whatever information you have (her appearance, profile information, location) and start a conversation there like a normal human being. The only change is to make it slightly more positive - build in some nice, non-creepy compliments - NOT “I want to put my face in your boobs,” but “You have gorgeous eyes.” Here’s a few examples.
Online: - “Hey, you look really nice in your picture.” - “Hi, I’m X. Your profile said you’re from X. Me too!/What’s it like there?” - A comment on something strange going on in the profile picture, like “Whoah, that’s quite a cannonball you’re doing in your profile pic! Did it hurt when you landed?” - “Hey, I’m X. Do you go by *stated name* or *common nickname for stated name*?”
In person: - “Hey, you look really gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?” - “Wild party, huh? Hi, I’m X. What’s your name?” - “Hey. Do you wanna go dance?” (if she says no) “Alright. Hi, I’m X. If I can’t entice you to dance, can I at least get you a drink?” - “Hi, nice chucks/cool scarf.” If this makes you uncomfortable, 1) You will not stop being heterosexual if you admire an article of clothing, I promise. 2) You can add a line like, “I’ve been looking for something like that to give to my roommate/mother/sister/aunt/friend for her birthday. Where’d you get it?”
Part 2: Continuing the Conversation 1. Pay attention. She’s going to bring up other stuff. Talk about that! Did she mention that she didn’t like the music? Compare some musical tastes! Ask if she’s heard X album! Did she say she’s there with a friend? Ask how they know each other! Did she say the whiskey was good here? Start talking about the different bars in the area, and what they serve that’s good!
2. Her brain is not the doorman to her vagina. Maybe you won’t get laid with this girl. Now, I want you to think back on how much of your life you’ve spent not getting laid, and see how that turned out. Not dead yet? Still functioning? Great! Furthermore, being in the friendzone is a really good thing. That means you have a new friend! Plus, friends often set up other friends with single people they know. If she says upfront that she’s not interested, here is your response: “Ok. Sorry if I bothered you. You don’t happen to know anyone here who’s looking to meet someone, do you?”
If she says no, then say, “Ok, nice talking to you” and head on out. Nobody has to be belittled, slut-shamed, or creeped out.
3. If the conversation stalls, here’s a few restarters, mixed for both in-person and online. - “What’s something you’re looking forward to this month?” - “Have you had the food here yet? Do you like it?” - “What’s the most recent movie you watched/book you read/video game you played?” - “Have you seen [popular movie that’s currently out] yet?” - “What do you do for fun?” - “You have really pretty eyes, you know.” - “Do you wanna dance?” - “Where did you grow up?” - “God, the new emojis are so weird. I mean, look at this one - [posts strange emoji]”
3. Follow her lead. I know the prevailing theme here is “Don’t bring up sexual stuff”, but if she does, feel free to talk dirty back. Has she stated she doesn’t want to dance? Don’t ask her to dance again. Is she touching your hands? You can probably touch her arms too.
Please remember that any woman you talk to is going to be on-guard to make sure you’re not a potential rapist, and so her comfort level needs to be respected. That’s not to say yours isn’t important, and let her know if you’re not comfortable with something she’s doing/saying/suggesting. Women in general have a pretty good track record with respecting stuff like that.
Part 3: What NOT to do. 1. Pickup lines. Seriously, just don’t. 2. Bringing up anything sexual before date #2. Do not ask for nudes unless you’ve been together for over a month.Remember: she has to gauge whether or not you’re the type of guy who’d post it to a revenge porn website. If you really want nudes that bad, go watch some porn. Also, I can’t believe I have to say this, but it is none of your damn business if she’s a virgin or how far she’s gone. Furthermore, you don’t need to know anything about her sexual proclivities until you are actually inside the bedroom. 3. Ignoring signals. Now, this one’s hard for guys to understand, hence the whole HAHA WOMEN BE CRAY CRAY AND NEVER SAY WHAT THEY MEAN subset of internet culture. Please remember that if you are a woman in this world, you have to be very careful in what you do or say to the men you meet, because there’s a very real possibility they might murder/rape you, or at the very least use their power and privilege to make your life hell. Here are some popular signals you need to learn to recognize and respect:
- Flinching/physically withdrawing from you: This means “Stop” or “Not today” or “That was a red flag” - Short auto-response, followed by long pause/long “Uhhhh”. This means: “You just said or did something that makes me uncomfortable, and I’m trying to think quickly of how to respond.” Qualifying phrases include “Wow, ok…” “Oh, umm…” “Welllllll….” - Silence/Ignoring: This means “Go away.” - Making as little eye contact as possible: This means “I’m looking for a way out of this conversation.”
There are some exceptions here, especially with women on the autism spectrum, women with PTSD, women with sensory disorders, or women who just auto-react to some things poorly. It won’t hurt you to come back with a “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Do you want me to go?”
Part 4: A few more general rules - If you wouldn’t say it to your celebrity crush, don’t say it to her. - You are not and never will be entitled to sex from anyone. - You will be ok if you don’t get laid tonight. - If your friends would make fun of you for being with a certain kind of girl in public, then you need to find new friends. - Every woman is different, and there is no grand conspiracy, or universal thing that women want, except respect. - Consent can be sexy as hell, but even when it’s not, it is always mandatory. - Consider asking a female friend to be your wingman. Lots of women love setting up their friends. Or ask her or for advice, like, “Do I come on too strong” or “Do I smell?” or “Is there something everyone else picks up on me that I don’t notice?” - Ax the Axe. Take a shower with some soap and shampoo and you’re good. - If you’re self-conscious about your appearance, you are allowed to do things like get a manicure, get some light concealer for spots on your skin, get your hair done professionally. You will not stop being heterosexual if you do these things. That is not how heterosexuality works. - Women of color do not enjoy being exoticized. Generally it’s not a good idea to bring up her race unless she brings it up first, at least not on the first date. That’s not to say you can’t, but WOC are so used to creepy guys talking to them about their Asian/black/whatever fetishes that you might come off as one of those guys without realizing it. - Never forget that you are a human, talking to a human. You are not a human talking to a separate species with sex-holes that you covet.
If this helps even one boy not send dick-pics, I will be satisfied. Peace, y’all!
Tried to make these as gender neutral as possible! Hope you guys like these :-)
Tony - Hottie/Hot Stuff Ever the flirt, Tony only ever calls you by your name, Hottie, or Hot Stuff. It’s not like he’s objectifying you or anything; he just likes reminding you and everyone else around you just how attractive he thinks you are. It’s basically his way of showing you off and bragging about you.
Steve - Beautiful Gentleman as always, Steve is constantly referring to you as Beautiful. He can’t fight the way he heart flutters when he sees you, and this nickname is only a splice of how much he loves you. He’s not very good with words, so he tries to use this one word as much as possible.
Bruce - Angel Though he believes in science more than religion, Bruce has no problem calling you his Angel. You’re always there for him when he needs you, calming him down and comforting him. He can’t express how much he loves you, so he all he can do is compare you to an ethereal being.
Clint - Babe Simple and sweet, Clint sticks to the classic Babe. Although he tosses it around casually, the love behind this nickname is real. He doesn’t feel the need to express his love in an elaborate name, because your relationship is solid enough for basic, yet absolutely adorable, nickname.
Thor - My Beloved Though he’s still getting used to Midguardian courtship, Thor has got the nickname business down. My Beloved is reserved for you and only you. He’ll say it first thing when you wake up, throughout the day, and right before bedtime. To Thor, there are really no other words to describe you.
Natasha - Darling She’ll never say it in public, but Natasha constantly refers to you as Darling in private. Whether it’s a casual conversation over lunch or a hushed whisper before bed, if it’s just you two, Natasha will only call you by this nickname. It’s almost as if it’s a secret, specifically meant to be shared with you.
Pietro - My Everything Despite his flirting, Pietro loves referring to you as his Everything. He loves you beyond imagination, and according to him, you are even more than this nickname states. But until Pietro can find a word that can accurately describe how much you mean to him, he’ll stick to this nickname.
Wanda - Love Confident in your relationship, Wanda knows that Love is enough to show her affections. It’s the strongest feeling she feels towards you. She can’t fight the warmth she feels when she sees you, or the smile that always appears on her face, so she just calls you what she feels.
Vision - Treasure Though he has an expansive vocabulary, Vision sticks with Treasure as your nickname. He understands that value is relative to each person, but he knows that you are the most valuable thing he’s ever seen. He can’t bear the thought of letting you go, and so he calls you something you can’t let go of.
“It’s fine, (Y/N). Don’t pretend you did something horrible. You’ve been awake for a few hours straight, so I’m glad you could catch up with some sleep.” Nethertheless, you blushed even more which made him geniunely laugh. “Didn’t know you could be that adorable, Miss I-kill-demons-by-only-looking-at-them.”
That’s a horrible nickname”, you stated, rolling your eyes. “Ah, good you’re back to normal”, Alec winked.
Thank you all so much for the help finding a nickname for the reader! :) I think the final choice fits perfectly. Plus, I have one more part to do with nicknames. ;) Also, just so you know, Adrianne Palicki plays Jessica (Jess), Samantha Smith plays Mary Winchester, and Jeffrey Dean Morgan pays John Winchester, just so your memory is refreshed. :) Enjoy!