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anonymous asked:

“I’m not good enough for you.” Scenarios for Todoroki and Midoriya not feeling they worth fro everything that their s/o has been through, because of them,

Todoroki

You had a hard time opening your eyes. The bright lights of the street hurt and you took a while to completely get over it. Your whole body felt sore while you tried to turn your head to the sides.

“Wh-” Your voice faltered when your eyes fell on Todoroki.

He lied stiff on the ground next to you, blood dripping from his arms and forehead. Then you remembered everything.

You had been assigned to catch this villain with Todoroki but they were stronger than anything you had encountered before. You had felt so scared while Todoroki protected you from whatever attacks the villain threw at you.

Before running to Todoroki, you made sure to look around to see if they weren’t near to stop you. But you saw them chained to a lamp post, unconscious. All Might stood next to him.

“We need to get him to the hospital!” You yelled at your former teacher, pointing at Todoroki. “PLEASE!”

**
You had been admitted into a room once you got to the hospital took. You had a deep cut on your back but that was the most damage you took. Todoroki was way worse.

“Just… tell me he’s going to be alright.” You asked the nurse, voice breaking. “Please.”

“We…” The nurse pitied you enough to make it harder for her to speak. “We have to see his progress. But you can visit him if you’d like.”

“Yes, please.” You nodded as she walked you to Todoroki’s room.

He had bandages wrapped around his head and biceps. One of his eyes was swollen and purple bruises were all over his legs.

You felt your heart breaking at the sight of it.

“Y/N…” Todokori took notice of you standing by the door.

“Shoutou-kun…” You walked to him and took his hand in yours.

He didn’t let you hold on to it for too long.

“I’m… I’m not good enough for you.” He suddenly said, catching you off guard.

“What…” You were genuinely confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t deserve to have to live like this.” He answered, avoiding your steady deep gaze. “You should do something else. Be an artist, an accountant, a teacher… whatever you want to be, as long as it doesn’t involve me being around you.”

“Shoutou, you’re not…” You refused to believe he was actually trying to break up with you over that. “Scratch that. I am not going to leave you.”

“Y/N… you can’t go through all of this for me, every time.” He argued.

“First of all, it’s not because of you, mr. Inflated Ego.” You protested. “I have wanted to be a hero since understood what they did, that was way before I even met you. And second of all, I love you. Okay? I. Love. You. I’m not going to let you push me aside because you feel guilty. I put myself into these situations, not you. So you have to put up with me, for a long time.”

Todoroki finally met you in the eyes, reaching for you hand which was still resting on his bed. “How on Earth did I get so lucky?”

Midoriya

Midoriya had been acting strange around you for a couple of days now. He was jumpy whenever you appeared without notice and he avoided being alone with you, every chance he got.

“Uraraka-san.” You called his friend at lunch. “Can I-”

“You’re going to ask about Deku.” Uraraka affirmed.

“Yes.” You looked at her, defeated. “What’s going on with him? He won’t tell me anything anymore, and I’m worried. Did I do something wrong? Why is he avoiding me like his life depended on it?”

Uraraka shot you a look that made you think she only had half answers.

“He… has mumbled a thing or two when he thought I wasn’t noticing. I don’t think it’s anything you did, but something he felt he did. I don’t know what, all I know is that Deku… sometimes he thinks too logically. Way too much brain and not enough heart.” She said, making you get another hundred questions.

“I…” You sighed, not wanting to bother her anymore. “Thanks.”

You couldn’t do nothing. Especially if what Uraraka said was true and Deku felt like he did something wrong. He didn’t. He never does!

You decided to swing by his house after school. His mom opened the door for you and hugged you close. You had a good relationship with her.

“Is Midoriya home yet?” You asked, stepping inside as Inko closed the door behind you.

“Yes dear.” She replied. “He’s in his room.”

“Can I-” Inko cut you midsentence.

“Of course!” She said. “Go, go.”

You smiled at her kindly and went to knock at your boyfriend’s door.

“Mom, i’m studying.” He said loud enough for it to reach anyone behind the wooden door.

“Not your mom, Deku.” You said back.

Silence filled the hair, making you be acutely aware of your own breathing and the muscles of your face moving to make a frown of impatience. An entire minute seemed to go by before Midoriya decided to open the door.

You stared at him, hoping he’d speak first. Instead, he simply stepped aside to let you into his room.

Closing the door behind him, he never met your eyes. He sat down on his bed and silence reigned agin.

“Speak!” You pleaded after a while. “Say something, tell me what’s wrong!”

“Y/N… I can’t…” He struggled. “I’m not good enough for you.”

You wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the statement. Midoriya? Not good enough for you? He was the best there even was. For you, anyway. You couldn’t believe the words he said.

“What’s this all of a sudden?” You questioned. “Deku, why are you saying this?”

“It’s just the truth. You had to go through so much for me and I don’t think… I don’t think it’s worth it. Not if you’re life’s on the line.” He looked up at you, still not really seeing you eye to eye.

“Oh of course”. You nodded sarcastically. “Cause you never go through nothing for me? You’re guy who got in the way massive blast directed at me, Deku! You’re the guy who’s saving my life at all changes he gets. You are the guy who beats the crap outta anyone who lays a finger on me and then get’s beaten the crap outta of in return. How’s that fair huh?”

“I didn’t…” His words faded in thin air. “Y/N it still…”

“You’re gonna have to deal with this.” You interrupted him. “If I can handle seeing you in the hospital every week, you can handle me occasionally getting hurt to avoid you dying. I’m staying. And I hope you’re too.”

You noticed all the fight in Midoriya’s eyes being eased away by your words. You sighed in relief.

“I am.” He said, hugging you close. “I’ll never think about this, ever again.”

You grabbed on of his arms, squeezing. “Thank you.”

~Admin Laura

Waiter asked Latina women for “proof of residency” before taking their order

  • A waiter at a Southern California restaurant has been fired after asking a group of Latina women to provide “proof of residency” before taking their drink order, the Washington Post reported Sunday. 
  • On March 11, Diana Carrillo visited Saint Marc restaurant in Huntington Beach, California, with her sister and two friends. 
  • In a subsequent Facebook post, she recalled that the waiter had explained, “Yeah, I need to make sure you’re from here before I serve you.” Read more. (3/19/2017 12:14 PM)

based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant

She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.

“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.

“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.

“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”

“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.

She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.

“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.

It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.

“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”

She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.

“Got your back,” they said together.

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I’m not sure if this is something I should be posting about and might seem silly to even bring up but I kind of just wanted to put emphasis on what an incredibly kind person Josh Dun is. On the Quiet Is Violent Tour I attended 7 dates one in which I gave Josh the jacket I had made. I never in my wildest dreams thought he would care for it at all. I’ve made things before for friends and others around me and have always been told everything I’ve ever made has been very mediocre even though it’s something I sewed together with my own hands.

However, at the Los Angeles date I gave Josh the jacket and he took the time to put it on to see if the jacket would fit after I apologized for being extremely dumb enough to put it on a large jacket when he isn’t large at all. He said it was perfect and that he would wear it all the time but I never ever ever thought that would happen just because he must receive stuff like this all the time. 

A few days later I literally could not believe that he went out of his way and made a post about it on Tumblr. Then when I flew to Texas to see them and each day I would hear or see of him wearing it. There is literally nothing in the entire world that could mean more to me than all of this.

I literally cry just thinking about it. It literally is the nicest thing anyone has ever said or done and I can’t explain how much it means to me. I hope he knows that he actually made my entire life. This band has changed my life in so many ways and I can’t put into words how much they mean to me. They aren’t only changing lives with their music but them as individuals as well. Thank you Josh for making me feel like maybe everything I do isn’t always an embarrassment. You mean the world to me.

Just Like Trees

Alternate title: Convincing the Gnome that Elves regrow limbs

Context: Same group as the Kalarel Pantsing. A few sessions before that, the DM’s NPC, a gnome sorcerer named Nyx (adopted daughter to my character, Phukar, an Eladrin Rogue) lost her arm. This is what happened when the battle was over and everyone examined it after it had been fully healed:

Phukar: “Well… You’ll have badass scars, at the very least.”

DM: “I… sure. fucking. will.” She’s kind of-

Elf: “Will it grow back?”

(Large pause before laughter)

Phukar: He looks at Elf like ‘what the fuck’.

Elf: “Wait, wait, no. Nevermind. Don’t look at me!”

DM: “Does that happen with elves?!”

Sylvia: “No.”

Phukar (At the same time): “Definitely! Yes, it does.” (Short pause) Can I roll to bluff?

DM: … Yeah?

Elf: Wait, what?

Phukar: I’m rolling to bluff!

Elf: But- but you’re an Eladrin, not-

Phukar: (Rolls) Um, I’m going to use Master of Deceit.

DM and Sylvia, in unison: That’s a thing!?

Phukar: Yeah!

DM: Fuck! Okay.

Phukar: (Rolls) I got a 6, plus… 9.

DM: (Rolls) And she got 8 plus 7, so 15 for both. So she just looks at you and says… “Nooo….”

Phukar: “Would I lie to you?”

DM: “Yes!”

Phukar: “Elf, back me up!”

Elf: “I was talking about trees!”

Sylvia: I ROLL TO ASSIST. I’ll agree with him!

DM: Okay, roll for Bluff.

Sylvia: (Rolls) I got a 21.

DM: And then Nyx is like… “What the fuck? What a great day to not be an elf then.”

Phukar: “Elves are incredible!”

Elf: “It- that doesn’t happen! What are you guys talking about!?”

Sylvia: “It does!”

Phukar: “Elf, maybe, maybe you’ve never lost an arm-”

Sylvia: “Haven’t you ever lost a limb?”

Elf: “Well… I haven’t!”

Phukar: “Elf, you’ve seen my scars. Obviously, you know that I’ve lost a limb in the past.”

DM: Nyx right now - ‘am I fucking disassociating?’

Elf: I would definitely know that they’re lying, right? Cause I’m a healer!

DM: I mean… Elf’s never lost an arm before! Roll an intelligence check!

Elf: (Rolls) … I got 15.

DM: Sylvia got a 21! You don’t know, man, you don’t know!

Phukar: Now you’re not sure anymore! Maybe magic has changed!

Elf: “Wait, so… So it would grow back like a tree! So it’s gonna take a few years, right?”

Sylvia: “Yeah! Yeah, exactly!”

Elf: “But it’ll grow back? So… Does it work like a tree grows it back?”

Sylvia: “It grows back slowly.”

Elf: “Okay, so… She’ll start seeing like-”

Phukar: “Well, no, it… it only works- as far as I know, it only works for elves. So… I don’t think it’ll work for Nyx, unfortunately.” (Pause) When no one’s looking, can Phukar high five Syl?

Sylvia: Yes.

DM: Make a stealth check, both of you!

Phukar: (Rolls) … I got a nat one.

DM: You guys SLAM that shit behind Nyx’s back. It’s loud as shit, and Nyx jumps and turns around.

Elf: “What was that?!”

Sylvia: “Nothing.”

DM: “I just fucking lost an arm and you guys are high-fiving behind me!”

Sylvia: “We didn’t high-five, what are you talking about? That was downstairs.”

Nyx: “NO IT WASN’T! I just lost a fucking arm!”

Phukar: “Well, someone has to use it.”

Thus I made the entire group die of laughter and made my daughter admit that my character’s abusive father was better than my character was. He conceded the point.

lurkeymclurker  asked:

What do you think it'd be like if one of the Rogue One members had survived? How would that effect the original trilogy and how would they cope with everything?

Cassian didn’t talk, at first. There didn’t seem anything else to say.

.

Mothma came at some point. Cassian woke up and she was at his bedside, sitting ramrod-straight, so very tall and white, even moreso washed out by the lights of the medbay. (She made him think of the columns on Imenthe—natural salt deposits like spires, like teeth ringing the great and violent sea. He killed a man there, got blood on all that white, white salt. And afterward he had sat in the sand, watched the tide come in and wash it all away.

Mon Mothma always made him think of Imenthe.)

She was studying his face now, and Cassian raised his eyebrows at her. She smiled a little. “Ah, Captain. I—have spent the last half-hour trying to decide what I would say.” 

She was quiet a moment, then the smile turned rueful. “I’m still not certain whether there is anything I could say.”

Cassian snorted, shut his eyes again. After a moment, he felt a very cool hand pressed to his forehead. “Cassian,” Mothma said, and there was something almost human in her voice, a thing like kindness. “Cassian, you saved us. How will we ever repay you?”

The meddroid had been very clear, he wasn’t supposed to move unassisted. Cassian risked it to turn his head away, screwing his eyes so tightly shut that he could see those little floating stars flare to life behind his eyelids.

Mothma drew her hand away. 

He heard her stand, the chair scraping a little as she did. “Bodhi Rook was released from bacta suspension last night,” she said, and her voice was cool again, impersonal. “He is expected to make a full recovery. The technicians are still working to fully recover K-2SO’s backup, but…I believe this means you were more than just successful in your mission, Captain. You brought everyone home.

“I thought you might be interested to know,” Mothma added after a moment. Her boots made a sharp, clipped noise on the stone floor, and then she was gone. 

Cassian went back to sleep.

.

(He only vaguely remembers what happened after Scarif. The adrenaline wore away quickly after Krennic was dead, and in its place came a rising pain, pain like the firestorm that engulfed Jedha. By the time they stumbled from the lifttube, Jyn was the only thing holding him upright; Jyn was telling him, cassian cassian c’mon, just a little farther, okay? just a little—it’ll be over soon, you can rest, I’ll let you rest, just—just—

But the rest is a scattered succession of images, half-memories: the sound of a ship’s engine overhead, and Jyn shouting here, we’re here!, a heavy weight on Cassian’s chest and screams he couldn’t make out (was that him screaming?) too much pain—he thinks he passed out once or twice; someone asking for his medical history and Cassian slurring, ask kaytoo, he keeps my records, before remembering—

I can’t feel my legs, he said at one point, he remembers that. Jyn’s face swimming into his vision, the red of blood streaked across her cheek. I can’t…that’s not good, is it, if I can’t…

Flickering lights, medical jargon he couldn’t understand. Someone saying spine, and spine again. (Every time he shut his eyes he could feel himself falling again, the whip-bang of the metal landing—) His spine again. Jyn’s voice, high and tight, saying yes, okay, yes. do whatever you have to.

When he woke up in the medbay on Yavin, he was alone.)

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Cassian’s dreams were confused, a muddled haze of dead sentients clawing at his skin and his mother’s face—out of focus, distant and cold as a moon; he barely remembered enough of her to dream it anymore—and then suddenly, a cool pressure on his mind, rippling outwards. He was standing at the edge of a vast ocean, breathing in the cold tang of salt and the water. 

It was quiet.

He exhaled, and then he was lying in the medbay, and the sound of waves beating against the shore was just the thrum of blood in his ears.

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Avengers tumblr fandom circa 2012

Don’t judge, but I’ve been thinking back fondly a lot lately about the epic bounty of old memes and trends we had back in the day. A guide for those followers of mine who weren’t around yet, or a Throwback Friday for those of you who were, remember:

  • The Avengers gag reel
  • “COULSOOOOON NAAAAAUUUUUUUU”
  • Assvengers
  • Seriously the equal-opportunities fanservice and fixation on butts was a thing to behold
  • “Caw caw motherfucker”
  • Okay there were a lot of Hawkeye-bird jokes (this was before we met Sam Wilson) but that was probably the biggest one
  • Renner Stretches
  • The Hawkeye Initiative
  • “That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry.”
  • Thor loves Pop Tarts
  • “This _____, I like it! ANOTHER!
  • SCIENCE BROS
  • Major ships: Stony, Clintasha, Thorki (aka Thunderfrost which, lbr, is the arguably the most badass ship name ever), Frostiron, Capsicoul
  • Also a LOT of people shipped Coulson and Hawkeye even though I don’t even remember them having screentime together? I’ve seen that ship referred to as Phlint like…once, but not at the time.
  • Chris Evans and his ridiculous shoulder-to-hip ratio
  • Left-boob grab (this one might actually still be a thing)
  • “I recognize the counsel has made a decision. But given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it!” (this one I KNOW is still a thing)
  • “I understood that reference”
  • Crying forever over that deleted sequence of Steve learning that All My Friends Are Dead But Oh Hey Peggy’s Still Alive But I’m Too Afraid to Call Her and then going through the city being Forever Alone
  • The Superfamily AU where Steve and Tony raised a smol Peter Parker
  • Lokimania
  • holy
  • fucking
  • shit
  • I could probably make a separate post just for that but here goes
  • That famous Twitter convo where Tom Hiddleston and a Loki RPer were challenging each other and popularized “I DO WHAT I WANT”
  • I think like half his actual lines in the movie became memes on some level actually
  • “KNEEEEEEL”
  • “I am burdened with glorious purpose” and its many MANY remixes
  • “Tom sits like a whore” (aka what we called manspreading before that became A Problem)
  • L O K I ‘ D
  • The Loki’d Outtakes
  • Loki’d 2: The Return of Steve (like actually this was a real thing that happened)
  • Wendy
  • People coming together to make a fan book about Wendy for Tom’s birthday
  • That one picture of Tom in full Loki getup while holding Mjolnir and Cap’s shield
  • Loki and the Loon, the webcomic about Loki and Tom being roommates that spawned similar blogs for EVERY Avenger rooming with their actor. Almost none of them actually went anywhere, but the original Loki and the Loon was pretty great.
  • For real though, I’ve never seen any fandom obsession with an actor reach quite the fever pitch that we had with Tom Hiddleston, my god. Bendytoots probably came close though (this was before Ben’s Fall From Tumblr Grace. Tom is still well-regarded, but I think that part of the fandom has finally chilled out).
  • And lest we forget:
  • Tom in-character as Loki for SDCC (okay I’m pretty sure this one was later than 2012 but it was still a big fuckin deal when it happened)
  • SAAAYYY MYYY NAAAAAME!!!

anonymous asked:

Omg, Sky, what if pastel!Dan was being bullied for wearing skirts and dresses and so one day he breaks down in the bathroom and punk!Phil comes in there and tries to talk him out the stall but can't at first. Eventually Dan does come out of the bathroom (fluff or smut, your choice)

warning ; transphobic slurs, bullying, physical and verbal abuse, pro self harm

Stay strong, Dan. C’mon, stay fucking strong. 

You’re strong, right? You’re not a wimp like they say you are. 

Dan felt his lip tremble, and he clenched his fists at his sides, bunching his soft blue skirt in his hands. Damn it. 

But really if Dan was being honest, he couldn’t take it anymore. The teasing, the shoving, the random insults in the hallway. He didn’t know what he had done to any of them. 

Dan flinched as another of the boys shoved him against the lockers, right after he had gotten up. The guy sneered at him; Dan avoided his eyes, calmly trying to move past him. Someone laughed. 

“Fuckin’ tranny. No boy who’s right in the head would wear a skirt to school,” one of the by-standing girls whispered, not trying very hard to keep it quiet. 

Dan bit his lip; he could feel the tears welling in his eyes but he refused to let them spill. It wasn’t fair. He tugged at the sleeves of his sweater, wiping at his eyes. 

School was an arena. It was a bloody showcase, and he was under the lights. He felt like everyone gathered around just to watch him be hurt, day after day. And none of them ever spoke up! 

“Aw, look! It’s gonna cry. Poor thing,” one of the boy’s said loudly, mocking him, snickering, and everyone laughed. Dan moved faster, and the boy who had said it followed.  

Dan sniffed, biting his lip so hard he could taste blood, and held a hand to his face. It was hot. 

Suddenly something hit his back, something that burned, and he could feel it explode. He stopped in his tracks, letting out a cry, feeling the boiling liquid drip down his thighs and onto his socks. 

Someone had thrown their coffee at him. 

Dan let out a soft whimper, trying to comprehend how much that actually hurt. The laughter rang in his ears like an alarm he couldn’t find the off switch to.

He caught the gaze of a boy, standing by his locker, watching all this with wide eyes. 

Dan knew him, he was in several of his classes, but they never really spoke. He didn’t think he even knew Dan’s name. He was tough, cold and dark, the opposite of Dan. Dan would be scared of him, but he had never really done anything to him. 

 Dan held his gaze for a moment, before looking away and bursting into tears. Choked sobs fell from his lips as he spun around, running straight to the nearest boy’s bathroom, the still hot as hell coffee dripping down his back. 

He had no doubt his sweater and skirt were both ruined, but he didn’t check. He rushed to the back of the room, pushing open one of the stall doors and locking it behind him. 

He crumpled to the ground, burying his face in his arms, shaking with sobs. It wasn’t fair; he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. His back hurt, everywhere the coffee touched, actually. He had no doubt he had burns. Wasn’t that assault? Why did no one stop them?

Because no one cares, Dan. You’re a toy to all of them, a spectacle. 

Dan whimpered, trying to keep himself quiet. He didn’t want them to hear him like this. 

Even his family couldn’t help him. When he had told his mum about the bullying, she had said, ‘Well, i’m not surprised. With how you dress, there’s sure to be hate. Maybe try dressing a little less flamboyant, honey.” He hadn’t tried telling his dad after that. 

Dan thought about the forums he had been on the night before. He had been searching for something, anything, to help him keep sane. He came across all these pro-sites… pro ana, pro self harm… and he had fallen too deep. He had spent hours reading all the awful posts. 

Dan, don’t cry. Crying is for wimps, weak people. You’re not weak, are you? You’re a big boy, keep it in..

Dan shook his head, tugging at his hair. Even he was abusing himself now. 

“Dan…?”

Dan jumped at the voice from the other side of the bathroom, the door creaking open. He didn’t recognize it. It was low, and husky; laced with worry. 

Dan kept quiet, trying to camouflage into the white tile wall. 

“Dan, I know you’re in here,” they said again, a small sigh echoing against the walls. 

“N-No,” Dan stuttered, hiccuping. “’M not.”

A quiet chuckle, and they knocked on the door gently. 

“Please let me in,” he said quietly. Dan bit his lip. 

“No. You’ll hurt me.”

Another sigh. 

“I won’t, angel,” they boy said, and he sounded sincere. “I would never.”

There was a moment of silence as Dan thought, chewing on his lip. 

“Why not?”

“Because no one should hurt someone as sweet as you, doll,” he replied immediately, leaning against the stall door. “I promise, I’m not here to hurt you, honey.” 

Dan felt his lip tremble again, the tears threatening to spill again. 

“I’m not coming out,” Dan whispered. “it’s not safe, they’re gonna hurt me.”

There was silence, and then - “I won’t let them hurt you, angel. I promise.”

Dan took a shaky breath, rolling the boy’s words around in his head. He sounded sincere… 

Dan decided he would take a chance, just this one time. 

He unlocked the door, pushing it open. 

It was him. It was the boy from the hallway, and up close, Dan could see how blue his eyes really were. He grinned, tugging at his leather jacket to straighten it. His happy expression soon turned to worry as his eyes flickered over Dan’s red eyes, messy hair, and stained clothes. 

“Shit, are you alright, angel?” He asked, his eyes widening, and he held out his arms as if to hug him. 

Dan took the offer, sinking into his arms without a second thought, sobbing into his shirt and clinging to him like a baby. Phil immediately embraced him, running his fingers through Dan’s hair like he had been waiting years. 

Dan sniffed. “You’re surprisingly cuddly. What’s your name?”

Phil chuckled, dipping two fingers under Dan’s chin to bring his face up. “Phil. Are you alright, angel?”

Dan rubbed his eyes. 

“I dunno.”

Phil wordlessly spun him around, tutting at the stain on his sweater and lifting it up to reveal his back. Dan heard a gasp. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked, turning and trying to see what Phil was seeing. Phil let out a low, growl-like noise. 

“They burned you, babe,” was all he said. 

He grabbed Dan’s wrist, tugging him over to the sink. He started to take Dan’s sweater off, raising his eyebrows to ask for permission. Dan nodded slowly. 

Phil folded it up, although it was already ruined, and set it on the counter. He got a paper towel wet, pressing it to Dan’s lower back. 

Dan jumped, flinching away from the sting, and Phil put a hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s alright, love,” he said softly, running his thumb over the skin. Dan shivered.

After Phil was done soothing his burns, he turned him back around, smiling at him. 

“I have a solution, no need to fear,” he said, grinning and shouldering off his jacket. He tugged his shirt over his head, exposing his pale chest. Dan frowned. 

Phil turned his own black shirt back right side out, gently pulling it on Dan, and picked up Dan’s sweater, putting it on, stain and all. Dan blinked at him. 

Phil looked down at himself, grinning. “Damn, I look good in pink.”

Dan giggled. “I think so too.”

“Well,” Phil held out a hand, tilting his head and licking his lips. “Shall we go? What’s your next class?”

Dan bit his lip, nodding and taking his hand, a shock running through him when their fingers intertwined. 

“English.”

Phil smiled crookedly. “Hey, me too. I’ll be your bodyguard.”

So… maybe someone did care. 

This week’s TM highlights:

  • Opens with a Very Dramatic nerf fight
  • “We can show someone googling themselves on the internet, right?” “Well, safe search.”
  • “First question is for Matt.” “Oh, god. Hi.”
  • Matt had Raishan’s next few rounds planned before Keyleth cast the spell.
  • If VM hadn’t gotten to Raishan when they did, Matt considered having her leave and just be out in the world, maybe reappearing in the next campaign.
  • Matt on Grog’s version of beat poetry: “You just… literally beat a poet.”
  • Raishan was Matt’s favorite Conclave member to portray because of all the non-combat interactions
  • Travis grills Liam on the Superbowl after learning he spent it at a vegan Mexican restaurant drinking a spicy margarita. Liam eventually manages to pull out the word “Patriots”.
  • “I fucked it up, god damn you, Andrew from Crit Role Stats!”
  • Vax has found his family, and it’s not Syldor. He’s not looking to get closer to his dad; to him, it’s a done deal and he’s moved on.
  • Travis: “Hahaha, I find myself hilarious.”
  • Sam shows up half an hour late. “Sorry I’m late… but it’s kind of my thing.”
  • Liam calls out Sam for making jokes about wanting one of their characters to die… and then constantly moping in the text thread in the week after Scanlan died
  • Sam’s made it through the first hour of 84 so far. “I mean, I watched the part where they were saving my life and crying about me.” He did actually get choked up over Grog’s song while he was watching it at work.
  • Liam points out that Sam is “the worst kind of foodie” and once critiqued a picture of the pancakes Liam made for his kids.
  • Sam: “I think it would be fun for one of us to die. I just don’t want it to be me!”
  • They show an extended scene from the episode (Grog’s offering) and when they cut back Travis is chin-handsing and batting his eyelashes while everyone else pretends to be asleep
  • Travis gave a lot of thought to how Scanlan’s permadeath would’ve affected Grog. “Pike and Scanlan would be the two things that would just crumble him.” He spent the whole week thinking about Grog’s contribution to the ritual and practiced what he’d say whenever he had quiet moments.
  • If it had failed, Grog might’ve tried the deck.
  • Someone asks if Vax would’ve jumped in on the ritual if Kaylie hadn’t: Liam thinks Vex is closer to Scanlan than Vax is, so if Kaylie hadn’t stepped in, much as he cares about him, Vax still likely wouldn’t have stepped in because he didn’t think Scanlan would’ve answered his call.
  • Sam had no complicated list of demands to get Scanlan back, just how he thought it could or should go
  • Travis was prepared for the possibility of losing the knuckles and the belt. “He was my friend before that.”
  • “If the beard is unattuned–” “That is an amazing sentence.”
  • Scanlan will probably rethink his approach to combat, but Sam isn’t quite sure how that’s going to shake out yet
  • Talks Machina: It’s About Scientology
  • Matt re: the ashes: “Some things are just journeys in learning to trust occasionally…”
  • Matt suggests a post-mortem Talks Machina episode on the entire Conclave arc
  • Critical Role is going to WonderCon this year
  • Grog considers himself a talented magician and the cleverest tactician (Liam: “Sometimes that’s true.”)
  • If the group had gone through Scanlan’s stuff: “It would’ve mostly been weird smut.”
  • Everyone points out that they don’t know enough in-character to feel they should do more than just keep an eye on Scanlan for now
  • Travis on Groon v2: “I’M FUCKING STOKED! …I’m really excited.”
  • Sam doesn’t know how Scanlan was left at the end of the episode, and everyone tells him to not watch the rest of the episode so he can just find out live (”…something about pudding? I saw some strange fanart that I don’t know how to…” “Don’t worry about it.”)

After Dark: the site was down again (verrrrrry glad I’m on a free trial here, because that’s two weeks in a row), but @loquaciousquark recorded all but the first few minutes of it live and sent me the video file right after it was done, because she is magical that way.

  • The armor Matt wears in the opening is the armor he wore in Mythica
  • Sam wants to recreate Hot Pepper Gaming with Liam on their podcast. Travis wants to be the live studio audience.
  • Everyone discusses their various and sundry bizarre live-action turns. Expect to see people digging up clips on all social media in the next few weeks.
  • Sam jokes about a political arc following the Chroma Conclave. “Grog could be Speaker of the House.” Brian: “Grog has a higher intelligence than the real Speaker of the House.”
  • Liam’s son ran a little D&D game for him that ended with the reveal that he was making it all up as he went, which Liam figures is pretty much how D&D is supposed to go.
  • Grog was definitely taken aback by Vax’s sincerity—when playing Grog, Travis is constantly trying to find the joke in things, and Vax’s words were so genuine that Travis got emotional and kind of shut down and had nothing to reply with, which he figures is exactly how Grog would respond.
  • Kima and Allura probably would’ve survived, just because Allura had eight hours of water-breathing at her disposal, but it would’ve taken a long time before they managed to get back home (a Gilligan’s Island-type setup).
  • Brian goes around shaking everyone’s hands, but Travis grabs him and yanks him down with him, and then the crew starts firing nerf darts at them to end the episode.

anonymous asked:

Hi! New around here... May I ask what do you like about Madancy? Mads sure seems to fancy Mr. Dancy, Hugh.. not so much )=

My dear sweet baby fannibal, I need to stop you right there. 

Since you say you’re new, I’ll help you out.

“Well, it came about because one of the things that was very important was that Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter have a likeability, not only on screen but with each other. The fact that Hugh Dancy and Mads Mikkelsen are very good friends in real life cinched the deal, in my mind. That was important because I knew it was going to translate to screen. We wanted the audience to like these two men liking each other.” — Bryan Fuller on how he ended up casting Mads Mikkelsen (x)

“Hugh Dancy was the first actor cast and that made the project all that more appetizing for Mads Mikkelsen, who knew Hugh and worked with him in the past and rightfully adored him.— Bryan Fuller (x)”

“Me and Hugh (Dancy) were two of the knights (in King Arthur). So we were sitting for half a year on horseback and we became friends way back then. It’s just been a gift. We’re doing a show like this where you’re working so close together. It’s nice to be comfortable with each other, and that was just a gift that it turned out to be me and Hugh”— Mads Mikkelsen 

“Mads is a remarkable combination of things. He’s more than capable of fighting for what he wants. He’s amazing.”— Hugh Dancy

“Well obviously what I’m going to miss is just sitting down in a chair and having chit-chats with Hugh Dancy.” — Mads Mikkelsen on Hannibal S3 (x)

“It’s great. The very first time we sat down, talked about the show, Mads came up at the conversation. I worked with Mads nine years ago now on ‘King Arthur’. Completely different. Could not be more different. But during that period I got to know him and really like him. As a man as an actor. And had followed his career ever since then. I knew it was going to be great. That relationship is so complicated and interesting. It has to be believable. That’s one of the highlights of the show for me.” — Hugh Dancy

“So, spending that much time with a fellow actor, as I knew I would do with Hugh, it was just a fantastic gift that we knew each other. We are not only in the room, but to a degree, we have to be emotionally naked in certain situations.” — Mads Mikkelsen spoke about friendship with Hugh and cast (x)

(Mads Mikkelsen from Red Dragon Con, post)

(Hugh Dancy, The Path interview, post)

He’s worked with the actor Hugh Dancy previously and agrees that such a genuine friendship lends something special to their on screen relationship. “It was a great gift for both of us, that we were able to spend some much time together on the show. We were kind of in a boat of insecurity from the beginning, but it was nice to have a friend there, if you go down or you stay up. To be able to be comfortable with someone in a room, day in, day out of filming, 12 hours a day, was an extreme gift for both of us. We found a way of working together really fast. Hopefully I’ll get to spend time with him during the third season as well, but if not I’ll just have to go drink some beers with him!” — Mads Mikkelsen (x)

“I would say an actor like Mads, but there aren’t any, there’s just Mads.” — Hugh Dancy during the SAG Foundation interview (x).

And finally:

“Collaboration with Mads, who I love, who’s a wonderful actor and incredible partner in that respect “ — Hugh Dancy on what the show means to him

Hugh has become one of my very, very, very good friends. We knew each other from before, but it’s been so intense to spend three seasons together. I was there when he had his first little baby. It’s been a fantastic journey. We were just very, very lucky that we ended up with each other. Imagine if we had ended up with someone we didn’t like.” — Mads Mikkelsen (post)

Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy are friends. I’m not sure where you got the impression that they aren’t or that one dislikes the other.

Mads likes Hugh. 

Hugh likes Mads. 

They’re friends.

And their amazing chemistry and friendship (and various aesthetic reasons) is why I ship the fleet of ships that belong to Hugh and Mads and their characters.

So, after all of this, if you’re interested in some more Mads and Hugh liking each other and goofing around together goodies, check out my tag ‘danish crumpet’.

Who owns me?

Bucky x reader

Notes: mentions of past trauma, violence, past torture/brainwashing, fluff, smut, discovery of past self.  

Summary: when Bucky’s in hiding in Romania, he finds a girl he’s sure needs his protection. He doesn’t remember who gave him the mission; but he’s so sure some one gave it to him. After setting it all up, he notices that there’s more to this girl than meets the eye. She might need him watching over her more than he initially thought. 

(This takes place after TWS and before CW)

A/N: Hi guys! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything; I just had to get something out there. Part two will be here soon, there might be more parts after that, because I have an open ending atm. (I do love me some open endings now and then)

Originally posted by caps-bucky

He doesn’t know who she is. He doesn’t know why she’s important, but she is. He knows the only thing that matters is that she’s safe. It’s his mission to protect her from all harm, to make sure she lives her life however she wants, without any disturbance. Often he tries to remember who it was that gave him this mission; maybe it was Pierce, maybe Rumlow, which would indirectly mean it’d have been Pierce. Or maybe it was the Captain. The last time he saw the Captain was about a year ago, before he ran to try and get all of these things floating around in his mind in order. He’d listen to the Captain. He used to, he thinks. Before his commander was Pierce; even before it was Karpov. He sometimes imagines that the Captain was good to him, and the others.. Were there others? He thinks so.

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Yesterday I saw an anti ironpanther post on my dash and surprise, surprise, spite is a very good motivator for me to start writing again. So have some courting, and arc reactor issues and getting together, since that is what @ir0nshield asked for. Watch out for the cut since this is almost 3k words long.


Dealing with T’Challa after the whole mess with the Accords was easier than Tony would have thought.

Sure, T’Challa, and T’Chaka before him, had been for the Accords in the first place, but T’Challa was also housing the rogue Avengers and Tony wasn’t sure what to expect from him.

But T’Challa was nothing if not polite, and Tony tried to be the same in return. After all, T’Challa was a big force behind the Accords and Tony could need him in his corner if Ross suddenly decided that Tony belonged into the raft as well.

Tony was rubbing at the skin around the arc reactor, the cold always made it hurt, when T’Challa entered the conference room.

“Mr. Stark,” he greeted Tony and Tony almost flinched.

“Let’s stick to Tony, Mr. Stark was my father, King T’Challa,” he said and T’Challa thoughtfully tilted his head.

“Only if you can forget the king,” he gave back and Tony huffed.

“Nothing easier as that, Mufasa.” Tony wasn’t sure if the Lion King was a thing over in Wakanda, but going by the tilt to T’Challa’s mouth it definitely was.

“I think I am more Simba than Mufasa, wouldn’t you agree,” T’Challa said and proved Tony right.

“If you say so, Simba,” Tony replied with a smile and then stilled when T’Challa’s gaze fell onto his chest.

“Is it still hurting from the injury?” he asked and Tony forced himself to lower his hand.

He never liked it when the attention was on the arc reactor.

“Maybe. It just hurts sometimes,” he gave back, not willing to tell T’Challa that it was the injury and the cold and the reactor in general. He didn’t need to know that.

T’Challa obviously noticed Tony’s hesitation in talking about the reactor and thankfully dropped the matter.

They were talking about Rhodey and his recovery when the other members of the Accords came in and from then on it was only business with them.

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haiddon  asked:

hey, I'm pretty sure that "I only heal friends" submission was plagiarized I have definitely read it before

Anonymous said to yourplayersaidwhat:
I remember seeing the “I only heal friends” post somewhere else, but I could be wrong? Idk though…

Anonymous said to yourplayersaidwhat:
the “i only heal friends” has been submitted before

This seems to be a thing that’s happened a couple times recently on our blog. We’ve had some weirdness with a few pages in our inbox and I suspect we’re ending up with duplicate posts as a result, as queued posts aren’t properly cleared out of the inbox and then get double-posted by whichever mod didn’t see them the first time around. I think we’re past the broken pages, so hopefully it won’t happen again? :/

Originally posted by lolgif

Sammy’s Smile

After seeing these posts by @doodledrawsthings, I wanted to write it. 

Hell’s Studio is so much fun to write for. 


One time, Sammy had come to work in a good mood. And everyone lost it. Sammy was smiling as he entered the studio, humming to himself. Everyone froze and just stared. No one had seen Sammy actually smile before. They’d seen him smirk, sure, but never genuinely smile. It was…really weird. They hadn’t been aware his face could actually make that expression.

“Bendy!” Boris burst into Bendy’s office, slamming the door open. “Sammy’s doing something weird with his face!”

“Boris, it’s too early for this.” Bendy groaned. “Whatever Sammy’s doing, it can wait.”

“I…I think he’s smiling.”

“WHAT?!” Bendy jumped up from his chair, eyes wide. Boris ushered him out and to the music department. Sammy was whistling, whistling!, as he unlocked the door to his office.

“What the @#%*?” Bendy whispered.

“I don’t know what he’s doing with his face.” Boris whispered back. “Is…Is he smiling?”

“Sure…Sure looks like it buddy. I’mma go talk to him.” He pushed past Boris and went down. He took a moment to compose himself and went in.

“Heya Sammy.” Bendy knocked on the music director’s door. “How…How’s it going?”

“Pretty well, all things considering.” Sammy said, continuing to smile. He hung his coat up and began to prepare his desk.

“Good good.” Bendy nodded. “Uh…What are you doing with your face?”

“I’m smiling.” Sammy frowned a bit. “Have you never seen someone smile before, boss?”

“Right, of course. Uh, I should probably get back to work.” Bendy said, making a beeline for the door as quickly as he could. He spent a while just standing to there, watching as Sammy worked. The music director worked on compositions, singing along to the radio louder than Bendy had ever heard him do before. He seemed to genuinely be in a good mood and it was so….weird.

“What are you doing down here?” He heard Alice approaching from behind. “I’ve been looking all over for y-” She stopped when she saw Sammy.

“Is he…Smiling?”

“It’s weird, right?” Bendy said. “I mean, I’m glad he’s happy, but it’s just so…”

“Unusual.” Alice finished. “We gotta show everyone else.”

Soon everyone was gathered outside Sammy’s office, staring inside at Sammy. Somehow he hadn’t yet noticed them. He tended to get like that when he was working, which worked pretty well for the rest of them.

“My glasses must be broken.” Henry said, taking them off and looking them over. Joey just stared, unable to wrap his head around what he was seeing. Never in his life had he seen Sammy smile. It just didn’t happen. Boris was still freaking out about this whole thing. He didn’t do too well with change and this was a huge change. Maybe this was a sign of the apocalypse. Like the four horsemen or something. Eventually Sammy opened the door and found them staring.

“Just how long have you all been there?” He asked, his smiling fading a little bit.

“……Awhile.”

“I don’t get why you’re all making such a big deal about me smiling. That is what this is about, right?” Sammy leaned up against the doorframe. He was actually laughing quite a bit. This floored everyone even more. When was the last time Sammy had genuinely laughed at something?

“……..Yes.”

Sammy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Here’s the new music. I’m not going to let you all ruin my day.”

“Why are you so happy?” Henry asked.

“That’s my secret.” Sammy said, winking. “Now scram, the lot of you. I’ve got work to do.” Then he slammed the door in their faces. Everyone dispersed, and things mostly returned to normal. Except Sammy kept smiling throughout the whole day. The next day he was back to his normal self, but it wasn’t the last time this would happen. No matter how many times they saw Sammy smile, which didn’t happen very often, they still freaked out.

I Waited (2/2)

Sequel to I’ll Wait

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 7,671 (self-control? what is that?)

Summary: Bucky waits for Y/N.

Warning: Angst.

A/N: It’s finally here!!! I know this is a long one, and I wanted to split it in two, but @suchabigmesss said no no, and I posted it in one. So you can thank her for getting it in one part ;). Thank you so much for all the love on the first part, I really hope you enjoy this one, please be sure to give me your feedback. It is always truly appreciated. Much love to each and every one of your cute faces! <3


A year.

It had been an entire year. Three hundred and sixty-five days, 365 days since you had gotten married.  

356 days since you had vowed before a God to spend the rest of your life with a man who wasn’t Bucky.

365 long, painful days of watching you being loving, caring and spending your most precious time with your husband and not Bucky.

It had been an entire 365 days, and yet, your husband, Ian, hadn’t taken you on a honeymoon before a week ago. Bucky wanted to throw up. If it had been him, he would’ve taken you on that honeymoon the second the wedding was over, yet Ian had waited almost an entire year. If that wasn’t enough, Ian had decided to post every single picture from the honeymoon on Facebook for the world to see. The former Winter Soldier felt nausea building in his stomach for every time he clicked on the keyboard for the next picture to show. The feeling of nausea wasn’t a new one to Bucky; it was linked directly to whenever he had to you with Ian together. It was there, seated along with a deep cutting heartache which didn’t disappear no matter how much he wanted it to.

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Revelations & Confessions

AN: Hours later and I’m still reeling from that episode. it was so raw and emotional. Truthful. This is my attempt to process that.

(Set somewhere post 5x17)

Oliver sat on the cot in front of her, arms supporting his weight on his knees, head hung low. He knew she was there, he always did. Still, he refused to look up at her, to meet her gaze.

It had been this way for weeks. He’d shut himself off, emotionally, physically, much more that he had ever done before, in the times she’d known him. Then, he would always glance up, make sure that she knew that she mattered to him, in some small way.

Now, he stiller than a statue, frozen in misery.

“Oliver.” Felicity whispered, stepping towards him. Still he refused to move.

Cautiously, she approached him, her heels sounding a knell with each stiletto strike. As though every step was another scar on his skin. She settled on the floor in front of him, kneeling at his feet. This way, she could peer up at him, find his eyes and see what he was thinking.

If she knew what the wound was, she could heal him. It was deep, and unseen, but had broken Oliver to the point that he didn’t spring back by his own power or the encouragement of her or John.

Still, he didn’t move. He gave the illusion that she wasn’t really there, that perhaps she was an illusion of his mind. An echo of his mistakes.

Felicity reached out and grasped his hands, his fingers between her palms. They were cold, dry and brittle, smooth as a stone. Ridges of calluses mapped a pattern of hardship and toil, orators of his heroic acts. The same scars that revealed the instrument of darkness he held tightly to.

The instant her hands made contact with his, he shuddered, pulling away. Quickly, she reclaimed her grip.

“Don’t.” He whispered, voice hoarse from disuse.

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Harry Drabble #1

A/N: Posting a piece of my writing on here has been long anticipated and I’d just like to thank The Hebirth™ squad for giving me a whole bunch of love when I was thinking about posting! This is a teeny little piece, but I hope to post more writing on here in the coming weeks! I hope you enjoy xx


Harry has to be honest: He’s never met anyone quite like Y/N. Sure, he’d gotten along fine with plenty of other people, but nobody had just clicked like he and Y/N did. He’s sure that’s why he’d ended up at her flat tonight, his breath smelling suspiciously of booze.

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