temple shootings

anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU where your soulmark doesn't only symbolise your soulmate, but also how you'll realise that they are your soulmate. (because unlike the romace novels it isn't always "bond" at first sight, sometimes it takes YEARS to discover what was there all along). Now imagine Stiles so obsessed with his very-much everlasting state of virginity because of his bite mark on his chest and HELLO what else could that mean. (part 2 in the next ask)

Part 2: Or imagine derek trying everything to get rid of his mark, because the bullet shaped mark was the reason his young naive self approached the argents, and KATE, in the first place. And we all know how that went.

The water was cold as it splashed on his face – cold and refreshing – and his hands stayed pressed against his face for a long minute, his eyes closed and a tired sigh leaving him. Slowly, Derek dropped his hands from his face and grabbed the edges of the sink. He hesitated before finally lifting his gaze to the mirror in front of him.

His eyes, blank with a hint of sadness and bags heavy underneath them, found the bullet shaped mark slightly to the left of the center of his chest immediately.

Derek had been five when his mom had sat him down and told him about soulmates and soulmarks for the first time. And because of his soulmark, it had also been when he was told of hunters and how he needed to be careful. More careful than any of his siblings and any of his friends.

He had been five and hadn’t listened. He hadn’t listened when he was thirteen either, nor when he was sixteen and approached the woman he thought he was his soulmate.

It had been years – long and painful years – and he had yet to forgive himself for that. He doubted he ever would,and looking at his soulmark made him feel sick to his stomach.

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athena dresses in cool, slick suits for office hours,
and then after she clocks out,
she beats her knuckles in on other people’s jawbones.

the fight clubs are her temples.

apollo shoots deer down with guns with his sister,
then plays in the local late-night rock band,
so that he can shoot up heroin after the show.

nobody ever specified what music meant to him.

artemis takes anti-depressants to live,
after actaeon raped her,
and if she didn’t then she’d never be able to hunt with her brother.

sometimes strong people don’t fight back.

zeus is a corporate ceo of human services,
making storms in other people’s lives,
and he’s fucking his assistant, ganymede, in the bathroom stalls.

the storm-master needs a little lightning of his own.

hera marries zeus,
sipping cool red wine out of a long-stemmed glass,
that she throws on him when she finds out.

she stays because as a marriage counselor, you have to take your own advice.

aphrodite is a senior in high school,
the school slut,
with a thing for ares, who‘s four years older.

chain-smoking tastes like 50’s perfume if you try hard enough.

poseidon goes to trial for the rape of medusa,
committed in the back room of athena’s fight club,
demeter testifies against him, too.

the father of two burned out his secrets.

ares fights at athena’s ring,
beats up the douche who hits his girlfriend on the street,
a raging feminist ally who bluffs his way through immorality.

his motorcycle is the loudest noise in the city that never sleeps.

hades is a nice guy,
his fingers flash with jeweled rings when he waves them,
dealing drugs out of his pocket.

sweet girls with bloody teeth are his favorite dessert.

persephone crunches diamonds between her teeth,
she sucks the rings off of hades’s finger,
and decorates his house with floral arrangements and nonconformity.

there’s only one queen of the underworld.

demeter rubs lotion over her dark skin at the flower shop,
she does her best to teach her daughter,
that laying down flat is for doormats.

queens raise queens.

dionysus spends his nights drinking jack and smoking weed,
long since dead to the concept of balance,
balance is for the weak.

who doesn’t want to live in extremes?

hermes is a sweet-talker with great legs,
his affections fleeting and wild,
as he swings around the pole at the all-opportunities club.

his life is flashing lights and nights in jail for petty theft.

hephaestus is dedicated to work as well as his wife,
let’s be honest,
algaea is as much work as the metal craft he does in their garage.

rough hands build things that endure.

hestia is a young girl,
a freshman in high school,
but her eyes are burning with fire as she protects what is hers.

she was taught young to strike first and you will always be safe.
in this world that kills beauty,
even gods cannot survive the fall.

modern gods were not made for this place.

—  modern gods; l.m.

It’s always sorta interesting to compare the differences between the American and Japanese game manuals, in the few cases where I own both versions. While most of the graphic design elements are similar, it’s fun to see the varying ways the layout, typography and images are presented.

In this case with the first Star Force/Ryuusei games, the full art for Geo’s friends gets a complete focus, where as they are just cropped headshots in the original Japanese version. Even more interesting when you consider those four art pieces never even made it into the OCW, so the US manual is just one of the few ways to see those pics in their full glory.

Yet when it comes to the Star Force forms, it’s reversed. The Japanese edition focused on the full-body transformation art, and to me, visually appears to focus on the gameplay and powers better. Yet the American manual crops the art, and only shows screencaps from the form of the title you’ve bought, as opposed to all three versions like the Japanese manual does. Makes the Japanese graphic work feel more compelling, while the American one seems a bit bland in comparison.

They seemed to condense info quite a bit for us English gamers, as the Japanese manual is about 9 pages longer than the American version. Cutting screencaps seemed to play a big part in that. What was a full 2-page spread about Transer menus, with corresponding images for each menu option in Japan, ends up being crunched to one image with mostly text on the bottom half of page 15 on the English version. Which takes up that space that could have showcased the other 2 Star Force forms.

Scanned from: Mega Man Star Force Pegasus & Ryuusei no Rockman Leo instruction manuals, Circa 2006

His Remedy - [BTS] Jungkook!Au

[A/N] My friend asked me what song comes into mind when I think of Jeon Jungkook, and truthfully? I couldn’t think of a better song than Lana Del Rey’s “Young & Beautiful”

Father told you to hide behind the closet and you did as told, without much question. You were just twelve but you understood everything. With as much power as your father had, it was only natural that he was taken, the way he did.  

Even though eleven years had passed, the memory stays vivid in your mind. Squeezing your eyes hard, breathing heavily will never make it better. Your hands tremble as you reach your mug of lukewarm water, sipping nervously. Unfiltered thoughts rushed out your tongue but unsaid, as you stood up, holding the edges of the desk, as you walked. Your knees almost give way until you caught yourself. You stare at that leather chair your father sat on, your grandfather sat on, your great grandfather sat on. That leather chair is where wretched plans were made. It had your father’s stained blood on them when he was shot.

They try to take the ‘throne’ away, not knowing that the heir is armed and ready.

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Right Wing Terrorist Attacks in the United States
  1. 2017 Austins Bar and Grill Olathe, KS Shooting
  2. 2015 Colorado Planned Parenthood Shooting
  3. 2015 Lafayette Shooting
  4. 2015 Charleston Church Shooting
  5. 2015 Florida Police Ambush
  6. 2014 Las Vegas Police Ambush
  7. 2014 Kansas Jewish Center Shooting
  8. 2014 Blooming Grove Police Shooting
  9. 2014 Forsyth County Courthouse Shooting
  10. 2013 Los Angeles International Airport Shooting
  11. 2013 Alabama Bunker Hostage Crisis
  12. 2012 Tri-State Killing Spree
  13. 2012 St. John’s Parish Police Ambush
  14. 2012 Sikh Temple Shooting
  15. 2011 Pacific Northwest Killing Rampage
  16. 2011 FEAR Militia
  17. 2010 West Memphis Police Shootings
  18. 2010 Carlisle, PA Murder
  19. 2010 Austin, TX Plane Attack
  20. 2010 Florida Sovereign Citizen Police Ambush
  21. 2009 Minutemen American Defense Hispanic Slayings
  22. 2009 Okaloosa County, FL Police Gun Range Attacks
  23. 2009 Brockton, MA Black Targeted Shooting Rampage
  24. 2009 Pittsburgh Police Shootings
  25. 2009 Holocaust Museum Shooting
  26. 2009 George Tiller Assassination
  27. 2009 Flores Murders, Pima County, AZ
  28. 2009 Brockton, MA Murders
  29. 2008 Knoxville, TN Church Shooting
  30. 2004 Tulsa OK, Bank Robbery
  31. 2003 Abbeville, SC right-of-way standoff
  32. 2002 Massillon, OH anti-government shootout
  33. 2001 Anthrax Attacks
  34. 2001 Dallas Anti-Arab Revenge Shootings

Before 9/11 but after the 1993 World Trade Center bombing.

  1. 2000 Pittsburgh, PA Racially Motivated Spree Killing
  2. 1999 Los Angeles Jewish Community Center Shooting
  3. 1999 Midwest Murder Spree
  4. 1999 Redding, CA Arson Attacks & Anti-Gay Murders
  5. 1998 Barnett Slepian Assassination
  6. 1998 Cortez, CO Watertruck Shootout
  7. 1998 Birmingham, Alabama Planned Parenthood Bombing
  8. 1997 Army of God Attacks
  9. 1997 Aryan People’s Republic Six State Terror Wave
  10. 1996 Spokane Phineas Priests Bombing Campaign
  11. 1996 Atlanta Centennial Olympic Park bombing
  12. 1996 Jackson, MS Larry Shoemake murder spree
  13. 1996 Aryan Republic Army FBI Shootout
  14. 1995 Palo Verde Amtrak Derailment
  15. 1995 Oklahoma City Bombing
  16. 1994 Boston, MA Planned Parenthood Shooting
  17. 1994 John Britton Assassination
  18. 1993 Pensacola, FL Women’s Medical Clinic Shooting

Aoi Matsuri 2016 葵祭 por Patrick Vierthaler
Por Flickr:
One of Kyoto’s three major festivals, culminating in a huge costume parade on May 15th, leading from the Imperial palace to Shimogamo and Kamigamo shrine. This year, I watched the parade from Kamigamo shrine’s entrance. While I originally hoped to get a spot inside the shrine grounds, I realized that I was too late for any good camera spot with trees and the torii in the background. So instead I tried to focus on the individual participants rather than on the parade as such - due to the “contemporary background”. From a photographic point of view, this was quite some practice for me as somebody, who mostly shoots landscapes, temples, etc.

anonymous asked:

So the McKirk actors AU, the movie they shot, what about some kind of AU with a similar story to the one the movie had? Jim as one survivor in that bunker and Leonard from outside, just like there.

Long post ahead!

  • Every day is pretty much the same. Up at 6AM, breakfast by 7. Jim starts working as a patrol officer at 8, and he does so until dinner time. After dinner, he works out, showers, and spends time in the bar or other recreational areas until 11PM. There is an occasional shift when Jim fills in for another officer who’s fallen ill, but otherwise, every day looks exactly the same. And it’s fine, it really is. Jim doesn’t know any better. Doesn’t know the world before the bombs, other than what’s on the movies in the small theater room. That world was beautiful. The world now is a poisonous one.
  • Until Leonard shows up. The vault elders always assured no one knew about this vault in particular. Built in secret, and all that. But there he is, when Jim is alone with Scotty in the security office. This guy just stumbles closer towards the vault door, and starts banging his fists against te sealed metal doors in hopes anyone could hear. “Scotty, what is this?” Jim asks. “An outsider,” Scotty comments. “I mean, why is he even alive? Outside is supposed to be too radiated,” Jim replies, and Scotty shrugs. He pushes the comms button, hesitating briefly before leaning in closer to the microphone. “State your name and the purpose of your visit,” Scotty demands, before adding a: “please”. “My name is Leonard McCoy,” the other says, panting lightly, and looking up towards the security camera, “I am a doctor from Vault 118. I seek temporary shelter for-” Jim flinches at the sound of high pitched shrieking in the distance, echoing through the cave that hides their vault door. “No,” Scotty says, but Jim frowns. “Scotty, something’s coming. We can’t just let this man die.” “We have orders, sir. We can’t risk the safety of the entire vault for the sake of one man.” “So, give him a radiation scan.” “No, sir,” Scotty says, “I’ll lose my job if I–” but Jim pushes the lever that releases the vault door anyway. As soon as the thing starts to open, Leonard glips inside. Jim and Scotty both struggle to close it on time for a horde of the creepiest, deformed once-humans, but they manage. Scotty lets out a relieved sigh, rubbing his temples and shooting Jim a glare. “You realize those things could have–” “Yes, but they didn’t,” Jim says, and then he leaves to find Leonard.
  • Jim guides Leonard to the sickbay, but instead of greeting the stranger kindly like Jim expected, Leonard is pushed up against the wall and his hands are quickly tied behind his back. He doesn’t even have the time to stop it. The first time he catches Leonard privately is in one of the cells, and he approaches him cautiously. “You’re from another vault?” he asks, and Leonard looks up. “Yeah. 118. You guys always lock up strangers immediately?” “You’re the first we ever let in,” Jim admits with a sheepish smile. “Or, well, I let you in. What happened out there? What’s it like?” “Our vault looks pretty much the same,” Leonard replies, “or, looked, anyway. It was destroyed.” Jim listens curiously, sitting down by the edge of that cell. “I’m sorry,” he says, and Leonard shrugs. “I’m just looking for refuge. The world out there, it’s not… it’s not for people like us. When can I be let out?”
  • “Never,” Spock says, and Jim frowns. “Why not? He says he’s from Vault 118. It’s a legitimate vault!” "We don’t know if that is even true,“ Spock counters. “He could be from the ground. He’s been on the ground.“ “We did a radiation scan on him,” Jim says, “the amount of radiation in his blood is something we can cure.” “It’s illogical to put the safety of the entire vault at stake for the sake of a complete stranger,” Spock says, “and since when do you even care?” “Because,” Jim says, “it’s the right thing to do.” 
  • So Leonard doesn’t get released fro his cell. Not until it’s absolutely necessary. They’re pretty well sealed off, but occasional trades with the outside happen. Things they can’t grow on their own. Jim’s not actually aware of this happening, until people start falling ill. Jim, too, is feeling sick. He’s not as much of a shivering mess as most, but he does throw up a few times, looks pale and feels sweaty. Spock and Uhura decide to put the sick people in quarantine at first, but when more people start falling ill and work starts lacking, they have no choice but to call those who are still able back into work. “You okay?” Jim asks Spock, who also looks sickly. “We will be once we pass this thing,” Spock says, and Jim hands him a blanket. “Take your rest, yeah? Do we know what caused this?” Jim asks, and Spock shrugs. “Probably just from the outside. Improperly decontaminated trader,” he explains, and Jim smiles worriedly. “Hey, that guy we got locked up-” he starts, but Spock throws him an annoyed glance. “Hey, hear me out, Spock. That guy said he was a doctor. After Martha passed, we haven’t had a real educated one,” Jim says. “Who says this guy is the real deal?” “Why don’t we give it a try, though?” Jim asks, “worst case scenario, he can’t help us and we send him back out. Best case scenario, we have ourselves a new doctor.”
  • Leonard doesn’t really need convincing. He’s just happy to get out of that cell. And he wasn’t lying when he said he was a doctor. The moment he gets to the sickbay, he quietly gets to work, and he seems to know what he’s doing. “It’s not a virus,” Leonard explains after he’s checked up on at least four people, including Spock. “What is it, then?” Spock asks. “Food poisoning,” Leonard says, “I can help everyone if you have antibiotics. If not, I can make them.” “You can make them?” Jim asks curiously. “I mean, natural antibiotics. As natural as they come out there in the wild.” “You… want to go out there?” Spock asks with a frown, and Leonard nods. “Yeah. I mean, not really, but if I have to, I will.”
  • Jim doesn’t think Leonard will return. He offers his assistance, but neither Spock, Uhura, or Scotty let him. But a day later, Leonard is back. With chemicals and dried plants. Jim watches Leonard use the antibiotics on those who are really sick, and provides  his own special tea to the others. Jim feels better almost instantly, but maybe he’s a little biased - he finds Leonard absolutely fascinating.
  • Uhura provides Leonard with his own room afterwards, but he shares bathrooms with Jim and Scotty. Jim really doesn’t mind. Leonard wakes up around the same time as him, and so Jim has the pleasure of watching Leonard shower while Jim brushes his teeth. Jim’s had his share of romances in the bunker, but neither of them permanent, and this is mostly just a nice view. Jim knows everything about everyone in here, but Leonard is a stranger. Leonard is very, very interesting.
  • Leonard is allowed outside. Or, according to him, he’s required outside to gather supplies. He goes out in the morning at least once a week and comes home with whatever he can scavenge. Multiple times Jim tries to come with him, but no one in the vault lets him. Neither does Leonard. But then things go missing in the vault. Small things. Valuables, food resources, and blood samples. Everyone suspects Leonard, which Jim thinks is completely unfair, but he’s the only one who worked with blood samples recently. The first person who actually confronts Leonard about it gets a punch in the face, too, which doesn’t really bode very well for Leonard. 
  • After he’s released from a night in his cell, Jim takes him back to his room. “Did you do it?” Jim asks, and Leonard raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “Steal those supplies-” “Yes, I know what you were referring to. What purpose would I gain with stealing supplies?” Leonard asks, “you guys took me in, I’ve been helping people here. Why would I ruin that?” “I don’t know,” Jim says. “There’s over a hundred people in this vault. Why am I the only one who’s being suspected?” “I don’t know,” Jim repeats. He watches Leonard pull his shirt off, briefly confused and distracted. “What are you doing?” “Taking a shower,” Leonard replies, “or is that a crime now, too?” “No,” Jim says  through gritted teeth. 
  • People start falling ill again. Leonard tries his best, Jim can tell, but the first fatal victim is a young girl. Food poisoning and radiation fever, Leonard calls it. “Whose fault is that?” Spock asks Leonard, cornering him in his office. “What?” Leonard asks. “The radiation fever,” Spock says, “I know you have been exposing us to the radiation outside.” “What?” Jim asks, “Spock, what?” “It’s true, isn’t it?” Spock asks. Leonard nods, and Jim feels strangely heartbroken. “But I can explain,” Leonard says, “these vaults, they’re not build to last. I was just–” “Save it,” Spock replies, and Jim frowns because Spock looks like he’s genuinely upset with his own answer “pack your things, doctor. Come morning, we will revoke your residency here.”
  • “Spock,” Jim calls out after him, “we don’t have to do this. Leonard is a good doctor.” “You think I don’t know that?” Spock counters, falling down on his couch and grabbing his notebook, “doctor McCoy and I have been spending many nights together to do research. I’m just as displeased by this as you are.” “Then why are you doing this?” Jim counters. “A little girl died this morning,” Spock replies, “because of radiation fever.” “We are blatantly ignoring the fact that this is the third of forth time in a shot time we’ve struggled with food poisoning-” “That’s irrelevant, and we’re assuming that’s true because that’s what Leonard says, we don’t know if that’s true,” Spock says, “I’m sorry, Jim. I know you’ve taken a liking to him. So have I. But I have to put the safety of the vault before my own feelings.”
  • Jim visits Leonard’s room, and he watches those tense shoulders shove clothes and supplies in a small backpack. “Why’d you do it?” Jim asks, “the radiation. It’s dangerous. Why would you-” “Because all of you are going to die without me doing so,” Leonard replies, and Jim raises his eyebrows. “What?” “These vaults were built to sustain up to 20 years underground, not 200,” Leonard replies, “one strong radiation storm out there and all of these people are going to die unless you gradually expose them to small amounts of radiation. Not enough to kill them, but–” “Then why did that little girl die?” Jim asks. “That wasn’t me,” Leonard replies, “someone else.” “You’re the only one who has access to the outside regularly!” Jim counters. He frowns when Leonard yanks open his night stand and pulls a pistol out. But rather than threatening Jim with it, he puts it in his backpack, too. “Fuck you,” Leonard says, “my daughter died of overexposure. All I’ve done since day one here, is trying to stop this vault from the same fate, and I’ve been questioned and suspected about it all the time.” “You could’ve just been honest about it!” Jim says, stepping in closer and grabbing Leonard’s arm. Leonard spins around to see him, and he narrows his eyes. Jim frowns, still angry, but taken off guard when Leonard pulls Jim in closer and kisses him. It’s somehow angry and passionate at the same time, and Jim wraps his arms around Leonard’s shoulders, pulling him in impossibly closer.
  • But this somehow makes Leonard’s departure even harder. Jim gets dressed  quietly in the morning, and so does Leonard. They’re both barely dressed up when guards show up to escort Leonard out. Leonard goes with them without struggle. Jim walks with them, too, and he quietly watches the vault doors slide open. It just feels wrong, somehow. In the time that Leonard spent in their vault, Jim became completely smitten with this doctor. It doesn’t feel right to see him walk through those vault door. And when the doors start closing, Jim finds himself moving. He walks towards the closing doors. Slow, at first, and then quicker. Before he realizes what he’s doing, he sprints through the sliding doors less than a second before it closes behind him, and only then it dawns on him. He’s on the outside. 
  • “Leonard!” Jim calls out, running after the other. “Jim?” Leonard asks, spinning around while he climbs his way out to the surface. “What are you doing here?!” “I don’t… I don’t know,” Jim admits sheepishly, falling in love with that grumpy frown all over again when Leonard reaches out and pulls Jim up to his level. “You’re an idiot,” Leonard says, and Jim shrugs. “Can’t argue with that.” “Can you handle a gun?” Leonard asks. The question itself makes Jim frown in worry, but he nods. “I can.” “Good,” Leonard says, reaching out into his backpack and taking out a pistol, “you’re gonna need it.” He gives one to Jim, and after Jim tucks it in his belt, Leonard continues to climb towards the surface. 
  • The surface is an oddly beautiful mixture between a world destroyed by the nuclear war, and mother nature’s attempt to take it back. Patches of green forests go combined with stretches of dry, dead land. “We’ll go to the nearest secured city,” Leonard says, “get a hotelroom for a few days, figure out where to go next. We’ll be fine unless a storm hits. Unless… you want to go back? You still can.” Jim takes a deep breath, the air fresh in his lungs, and it’s like nothing he’s ever breathed in before. The soft breeze and the sun on his skin makes his eyes water, but it’s not unpleasant. “There’s cities? Where people live?” “Yeah,” Leonard says, “people started getting out of vaults a hundred years ago.” Jim looks behind them, towards the descent back to the vault, and then looks at Leonard again. Mind made up, he reaches out and grabs Leonard’s hand. “Let’s go, then.”
Nice Body//Scott McCall

(A/N): Stiles’ little sister, Reader, has an interesting encounter with Scott in the bathroom…


Flashing lights and the familiar sound of morning cartoons blasted from the TV. This was unlike your usual wake up calls, but you didn’t think much of it. Even your bed felt a little stiffer than usual. Your neck ached as you stretched out on the foreign furniture, hitting a strange object.

“Ow,” your favourite brother, Stiles, put so eloquently, shoving your legs off his chest. The unusual encounter made you jump in surprise.

“Stiles, what are you doing in my room?” you groaned, rubbing your eyes with closed fists. Remnants of sleep dusted your face as you tried to lift your neck up, but the pillow was too comforting to leave just yet.

“Open your eyes, princess,” Stiles deadpanned. You squinted your eyes as they adjusted to the bright light, alerting you that you weren’t in your bedroom, but rather your front room. Your limbs sprawled out across the couch with Stiles at your feet, munching on a large bowl of cereal.

“What happened last night?” you question, sitting up on your elbows. A sharp pain attacked your temples, causing you to fall back on the large cushion. It creaked as you replace your weight back on the rickety structure.

“You fell asleep on the couch,” Stiles answered, his words mumbled by the chunks of peanut butter bits flying out of his mouth. His unattractive display made you cringe.

“I can see that, but I meant before that,” you grumble, scratching your brain for any clues. You wave off the thought, figuring you probably didn’t want to know anyway. “Actually, never mind. I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“That’s a first,” Stiles sighs, his attention still trained on the television. You roll your eyes, rising from your temporary bed. After grabbing a change of clothes from your closet, you rush to your shared bathroom.

The room was for once clean, however you knew that it would not stay that way for long. You turn the shining faucet on, letting the water flow until it reached your desired temperature. After quickly undressing, you step into the steaming shower. All of your thoughts seem to rush down the drain as the water hit your back. Once you felt completely refreshed, you flip the faucet off. Unfortunately, as you slid the shower curtain across the rail the door also opened, revealing your brother’s best friend.

“Scott!” you screeched, snatching the from the rack and securely holding it around your nude figure. The room felt quite hot, and it wasn’t just from the shower.

“(Y/N)!” Scott echoes, slapping a hand over his eyes. Your face flushes as you stand frozen in shock. Droplets of water run down your face while you securely wrap the small towel around your body.

“Scott!” you repeat, suddenly wanting to flee the scene. A cool gust of air caressed your exposed skin, further adding to your discomfort. Of course, the loud commotion draws Stiles in closer.

“Stiles!” your idiotic brother yells, bursting into the already crowded space. His eyes widen when the situation fully clicks in his head. “Wait, Scott?! What the hell?!”

The two of you stare down Scott, who still has his hands over his eyes. Your head feels alarmingly weightless, while Scott struggles to make a coherent sentence.

“I-I didn’t think anyone was in there a-and–”

“Get out,” you growl, shoving them out of the room. You slam the door shut behind them, leaning on it for support as you try to calm your rapid breathing. Looking into the foggy mirror, you wish for the awful feeling in your gut to go away, but nothing works. You quickly slip on your clothes before shyly stepping back into the hallway, where an angry Stiles and flustered Scott sat.

“Now, let’s handle this like adults,” you say, hugging your stomach uncomfortably.

“How much of it did you see?” Stiles asks, tapping his foot impatiently as Scott stares at the floor. Stiles slaps the back of Scott’s head, urging his answer.

“Uh… All of it,” Scott gulps, gazing up at the ceiling. Your stomach drops as you shuffle awkwardly between your feet. Stiles holds two fingers to his temple, pretending to shoot it. “I-It wasn’t that bad of a thing to see.”

“Scott, stop now,” Stiles mumbles, slapping a hand to his face and pulling it down dramatically. His face wrinkles together while Scott continues to make things even more awkward.

“No, I mean there are worse things to see,” Scott defends, making eye contact with you for the first time. You bit your lip, attempting not to make any unnecessary outbursts.

“Scott!” Stiles cries, proceeding to bang his head against the wall repeatedly. He descends down the wall with an exaggerated squeak as you run a hand through your damp hair. You restrain yourself from letting out your internal screams, although it was no easy chore.

“I just don’t want this to be awkward between us later on,” Scott reassures, ignoring your sibling’s clear distaste.  “(Y/N), you have a very nice body.”

“You’re making this a hundred times worse, Scott. How about we just forget any of this ever happened, okay?” you say, playing with your fingertips. Before they could say anything else, you walk into your room, locking the door behind you. You sigh walking over to a pile of dirty clothes in the center of your room. A few loud shouts came from the direction of Stiles room, but you couldn’t be bothered with that. Even as you continued your chores, your heart flutters as you fully comprehend Scott’s words.

“(Y/N), you have a very nice body,” you smile to yourself.


For Your Convenience (Part 13)

Story Summary: To help you finally make a move on your long-time crush, you get assistance from your newly hired co-worker. (Retail/Department Store AU)

Word Count: 1,651 (I’m sorry)

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A/N: I wanna give a shoutout to @pleasecallmecaptain for giving me the idea of having a three-way confrontation occur in this story. This one’s for you! I’ll admit that this part was quite difficult to write and gave me a massive headache as a result, but at least I wrote it out! The confrontation part of the story isn’t that long, but I hope you guys still like it :)

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“Am I interrupting something here?” Steve asked, his tone clipped and stern as his raging blue eyes darted between you and Bucky. You were speechless, unable to verbalize anything in return. A flood of emotions stormed through you and you weren’t sure how to get yourself out of this one. Your heart thudding loudly in your chest, you were nearing hopelessness at this point. You just wanted to escape from all of this.

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Time to start a Luna and friends backside victory pose controversy! The way Gonta’s shorts ride up are obviously just too distracting and morally unacceptable that they should have never let that booty pose in the anime…

Moving on from the Beast+ settei last week, I’ll be focusing on some Ryuusei production art over the next few days. The Subaru sheets aren’t anything new that I haven’t scanned before, but this particular set included color versions, so that’s why I felt it was worth a repost.

Tomorrow’s set will start the focus on Tribe episodes 9-10, with art and scenery from the Dossy/Brachio/Plesio Surf shows.

Scanned from: My Settei/Production Art Stash

Mind Games

Requested by me: Reader is kidnapped and tortured by the Joker into conforming with a little help from Harley Quinn.

Paring: The Joker x Reader x Harley Quinn

A/N - It’s a tad dark so if you’re not into that then I wouldn’t recommend reading it. I like it so I may make a part two.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ - Light mention of torture: electrocution, branding, scars. Knives and blood also. Daddy kink I guess.

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My eyes flickered open to a devilish red and silver grin. I knew him instantly. The Joker. One, if not the, biggest crime lord in the city. A scream froze in my throat. My head pounded. Instantly I began to panic. My breathing increased as I attempted to sit up, my skin grinding against the straps that held me against the cool metal table. I had no memory of getting here or how long i’d been out. I doubt he was about to tell me either. “Shhhhh! Hush my child, calm down.” He patted my arm and I stopped squirming. “How long have I been out?” I asked drowsily, trying to reach up to rub my eyes only to remember I was strapped down tightly. “That’s irrelevant, what’s important is that you’re awake and I can’t wait to show you all of my toys.” “What you gonna do to me huh? You gonna kill me?” A low laugh left his throat as he yanked a small over head light over me. “Oh my dear, no, no, no, no, no.” The clown shook his head. “I’m not gonna kill ya. I’m just gonna hurt ya, really, really bad.” An evil smirk. A spark in his eye. The man was insane but that was no surprise. “Is this what you do huh? Torture poor, innocent girls. Well I can take it.” His famous laugh filled the room. “You are no poor innocent girl. You’ve been helping our old friend the bat am I right? Or am I right?” His face leaned in close and I felt his warm breath hit my skin. A chill ran down my spine as I nodded. One of his hands was brought up to cup my face. “Speak up.” “…Yes.” Leaning forward he kissed my forehead. “There’s a good girl and any friend of the bat is no friend of mine. Always out to destroy my plans, that stupid bat is.” He walked away and I turned my head to follow. He pulled over a surgical tray, his hand hovering over the range of tools. “Let’s start with something simple shall we.” “Fuck off you insane piece of crap.” I spat angrily. “Such foul language coming from such a pretty girl. You’re in no place to be saying such things.” A leather belt was shoved into my mouth. Two metal electrodes were held close to my temples and I knew what was about to happen. I tried to protest but my words were muffled beneath the belt. “Now this may hurt a little but like you said…” He turned to a machine that sat by the side, I assumed he switched it on. “…you can take it.” A sharp wave of electricity shot through my body as he connected the metal to my skin. My back attempted to arch as my screams remained unheard against the belt. The leather straps kept me grounded. The sound of his laugh hit my ears. I took quick deep breathes through my nose, trying to ignore the pain. My vision began to blare before I closed my eyes tight. Not that it was helping. The pain was a shock to the system but soon became a dull, buzzing pain. He removed them from my head. As I opened my eyes his face was increasingly close. He stared directly into my eyes. He had such deep blue eyes. “Having fun?” I remained still. “Y/N it’s awfully rude to ignore people. Again I remained still. “Fine if that’s how you wanna play it. Let’s try this again shall we.” The electrodes connected with my temples once more shooting the electricity through my body. I jerked again the leather rubbing into my skin. I was trying to cry out. To answer his question, maybe it’d make him stop. A buzz ringed in my ears. As he pulled them away again, he yanked out the belt. “My pretty doll, I have things to do but I will be back to play with you in a little while.” He picked up his phone leaving me alone. I stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. I could tell already this was gonna be a long process I just hoped someone would come to help. Maybe my friend… Boyfriend… what was his name again?

Hours turned to days. Days to weeks. And I was yet to find salvation from the Joker’s hands. He was the only one I’d seen for weeks. My body covered in the marks of the devil. He walked in happily today. A smile on his face. An evil glint in his eye. I braced myself for another day of pure torture. “Looks like the bat isn’t coming for his little friend.” “The bat?” I wondered causing a chuckle to leave the man. What was so funny? “Looks like the electricity has done wonders to you my dear. Do you know who I am?” “…The Joker.” He ran a finger over my cheek. “There’s my good girl. Y/N, I think it’s time we make it clear who owns you. Don’t worry, I’ll make it small.” I shifted under my straps. “How does a little J sound?” “Whatever you want Mistah J.” He was all I knew and I wasn’t about to disobey. Those who disobey have it much worse. If I’m good he gives me what I want. He lets me up from these straps. I just have to be good. I kept still waiting for what was to come. He yanked the collar of my gown to the side. An intense burning could be felt against my collar. I gritted my teeth only letting a small groan leave my dry lips. He pressed it harder against my skin. I quickly became numb to the pain then he pulled back. “Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.” His finger tip ran over my freshly made scar. “I’m done.” Turning away he left the room. That was awfully quick and simple. I expected more but I was grateful. I closed my eyes, trying to relax. 

Until a soft voice hit my ears. I frowned, confused since I’d only heard his voice in time. My eyes shot open to see a pale skinned girl leaning over me. Her hair in pigtails dangling over me. “Who are you?” She asked. “…Y/N.” I replied slowly. “Harley Quinn, nice to meetcha.” She held her arm out and I cocked a brow. Was she serious? “Right tied down.” She grabbed my hand, moving it slightly. “Looks like Puddin’ has been hiding his playthings from me.” “Puddin’?” I questioned. “Mistah J. The love of my life. My everything.” “Oh.” I nodded. The one and only Joker had a girlfriend, I was surprised. I’d heard rumors but I didn’t care to listen to gossip. “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend.” “I’m sure he just forgot to mention me.” Harley stated. “So why are you locked up princess? Has someone been a very bad girl?” She giggled to herself. “I don’t…. I don’t know exactly.” The girl pushed my head to the side. “Ah someone’s a little frazzled. Guess my Puddin has been having some fun with ya. Did he tell you anything?” “I wouldn’t call it fun exactly. He says it’s what I asked for.” She smiled. A smile similar to his. “Wouldn’t be surprised.” She froze staring out and I followed her gaze. Her eyes were simply locked on the wall. “Do you like him?” Harley eventually asked, her gaze falling to me once more. “Who?” “Mistah J silly, who else?” Despite everything I didn’t know how to answer that. It was fucked up but he told me this was what I asked for and why would he lie? I brought this on myself for the sake of him and so I had no reason to doubt his words. I didn’t know much else. There was no point In denying his allure. I smiled a tiny smile. “Sure.” “Oh my little princess. I know what that’s like. He’s quite charming when he wants to be.” Her eyes cast over me once more. “You’re very pretty, you know? I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked you too. Not as much as me of course but still.” I opened my mouth to say something but I was interrupted by his return. “Ah Harley, I see you’ve finally met our little friend.” She turned, looking more excited than ever. “Puddin’! Yeah she’s a real beaut. How long ya had her?” “Does it matter?” The girl shrugged. “Guess not. I was just wondering if I could play with her.” “Sure my queen. You know how much I’d love that.” He commented. Strolling over to the tray he threw it towards her. “Go to town on her. She’ll love it, gives me a break.” The joker leaned back against the wall, his eyes locked on mine. I felt the soft touch of her hand graze my thigh, pushing my gown up ever so slightly. A low gasp left her lips but I wasn’t sure if she was shocked or not. I didn’t care to look at her until I heard her reach for a tool. A scalpel knife between her fingers. I moved my head enough to look down my body. Ignoring the scars that graced my skin. The edge of the blade rested on my thigh ever so slightly. “Whatcha want me to do to ya Y/N?” “What ever you want sugar.” I watched her expression change with intrigue. “Oh really, even if it gets a little….personally.” “You’re pretty, I wouldn’t mind.” I pulled my bottom lip between my lips as she giggled. “Maybe we should save that for when I don’t have a knife in me hand eh?” I somehow managed to smirk despite my situation. “Harley my dear.” The green haired man came up behind the girl wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Do something to the bat’s little friend already. We haven’t got all day.” “The Bat’s friend?” Harley pondered, narrowing her eyes in on me. “The bat’s friend?” I repeated. “Never you mind pumpkin. All you need to know is that I’m here to help you. As is my friend, Harley over here.” He grabbed her hand forcing her to add pressure. I dropped my head back down. I felt a dull pain. Something I was used to now. “Maybe we should give her something to match me. Three diamonds.” “How quaint.” He obviously let go of her as he suddenly stood In front of me. My eyes level with his crotch. I looked up and he leaned down gently kissing my lips. “Be a good girl for daddy okay?” I nodded. “You too.” He looked to Harley and I leaned up again to look. She was too focused on carving her symbols onto my skin to look up. “Sure thing Puddin’ I’ll treat ‘er right.” Off he disappeared again, like this was normal. “You got a lot of scars y'know?” “Yeah, Mistah J says each mark is special. Shows a lot of courage.” Harley didn’t respond until she’d finished cutting my skin. My leg tickled from what I imagined was blood running down my leg. She got some tissue and began dabbing before speaking again. “The man has a way with words. You seem okay though, didn’t hurt ya did I?” I shook my head. “Y'sure?” “Well maybe a little.” I admitted. “Wait I got somethin’ for ya.” The girl ran out of the room and I had nothing to do but wait until she returned. She skipped over an amused smile on her features. “Promise you won’t do anythin’ stupid?” “Uh…sure.” The girl placed a bottle on a tray before undoing the straps that covered my chest. I sat up, stretching my arms and back muscles. Felt good to be up after being locked down for hours today. “Here love.” The girl handed me a bottle and I held it up to the light. “Quick, before Puddin comes back.” “What is it?” I wondered, swirling the green liquid slowly in the glass bottle. “Something my friend Ivy gave me. Should help with da pain.” I pulled out the cork before downing some of the contents. Tasted like grass. I scrunched up my nose at the taste and the other laughed. She seemed to do that a lot. As did he. “Tastes nasty huh? It’s pretty good though. I’ve used it when I’ve been roughed up a little by Batsy or something.” “Batsy?” I asked, coughing due to the drink. “Nevermind that, let’s get you out of these things.” “Won’t he be mad?” She shrugged. “I’m sure between the two us we’d be able to take him.” Her elbow felt like it was slamming into my side and I flinched. “Sorry, didn’t know you were so sore.” The pink and blue haired girl undid the rest of my binds giving me totally freedom. I threw my legs over the side and she jumped on the metal table next to me. “Do you like what I did?” The girl asked, pulling my gown up again. My eyes locked on three impressively cut diamond shapes carved into my skin. “Very nice.” “Yeah matches mine.“ She stretched out her leg showing me the tattoos that covered it. “What are you two doing?” Our heads shot up. In the door way stood J. “Who let you out?” “I did baby, looks like she’s had enough for the day.” I remained silent, he looked somewhat displeased. Harley slipped down and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pecked his lips before whispering something in his ear and turning to me. “You wanna work with us eh Y/N?” He asked slowly. I looked between them both. Them both being pale as hell, rather clown like. It didn’t bother me. I just had no idea what they wanted me to say. Harley smiled brightly. Pushing her off, the joker made his way over to me. He placed his hand under my chin, moving it to look up at him. “You wanna have some fun with us, Y/N? Or would you rather me set that retched Batman on you?” All I knew about Batman was that I wasn’t supposed to like him. That he was always putting a stop to the fun. I didn’t want that. I felt a need to impress these too. “Join us and the pain stops. You’ll get star treatment just like my queen over there.” He forced my head to face the direction of his girl. Harley waved happily as my gaze was yanked back onto him. “What do ya say? I’ll be the King and you two will be the queens of Gotham.” I had to admit it sounded appealing and so I nodded. “Do speak up for daddy.” “Yeah I wanna join.” He pulled me close, connecting our lips and Harley rushed over to plant a kiss on my cheek. “This is gonna be interesting, having someone to compete with for all the attention.” Harley commented, with a laugh. The joker pulled back, laughing along so I just joined in awkwardly. “Don’t worry my queens, we’ll work it out.”

Current PJO Crystal Gems: (Complete with the gem gods, greek figures, giants and monsters)

Earth Gems:
-Peach Aventurine – The Oracle
-In 11th Grade but doesn’t attend school
-Gem Placed on her clavicle
-Number of times Poofed: None

-Leaf Sword
-Gem Placed on the Small of his Back
-Number of times Poofed: 2

-Boulder Opal
-Minor Tree manipulation
-Gems flecked all over his body as well as his horns
-Number of Times Poofed: Unknown

-Supersonic voice
-Gem placed on her throat
-Number of Times Poofed: Unknown

-Gem placed on the back of his Right Hand
-Number of Times Poofed: 1

-Gem placed on the back of her Left Hand
-Number of Times Poofed: Unknown - Broken

-Giant Hammer
-Gem placed on the inside of his Right Hand
-Number of Times Poofed: 1

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“If you shoot that which releases the sacred golden light into the blood-stained, red emblem outside the temple… It shall rearrange things, in which the earth is born in the heavens and the moon is born on the earth. Do not forget these words…”

The office

    You and Dick walking to your office at the back of the museum. You sit behind your desk while Dick takes the seat across from you. “What are you really doing here?” You give him a sideways glance while looking at the emails on your computer. “Put down the vase Dick.” He pouts as he puts back the artifact he was playing with.

     “Honestly Tim and I are hear to cause trouble and see our favorite people on Earth.” He smiles at  you and you smile back. Your computer gives off a ding and a new email pops up. Your eyes widen as you stare at what it says.


   Items from the current exhibits are going missing.

   Head of security


     “I’m gonna kill Tim.” You give a sigh and rub your temples. Your eyes shoot up to meet Dick’s, “What are you planning? And why are they stealing artifacts?” You give a huff and stand up to go find the artifacts that are missing.

    “Cat, er, um Lids wait.” Dick calls after you. “I love you. Trust me everything will be put back by the end of the day. Show me the archives please?” Dick has those puppy dog eyes that make you melt. You just sigh and walk off in the direction of the private archives.


   Unknown to Lydia, Dick has asked everyone at the museum to help him propose to her. Tim and K.T. are hacking the computers all around the museum to have the question pop up at a certain time. Dick asked the Curator, Erin, to use the artifacts to spell out the question in the main room. That way when Lydia is on the second floor and looks over the railing she sees the question where he will be kneeling holding a box with a ring he designed.

A/N: I want to say 2 more parts to this mini series but more than likely one more part.

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The amount of school shootings, uncovered plans of shootings, and threats to colleges and university’s these past few days in the U.S. is honestly terrifying.

•October 1st 2015 shooting at Umpqua Community College in Roseburg, Oregon.

•October 1st 2015 The Pewaukee School District (Wisconsin) called off Friday classes and activities after a note threatening a school shooting on Friday, October 2nd was found.

•October 2nd 2015 4 high school students arrested after a plot was revealed to shoot and kill as many people in Summerville High School, in California.

•October 2nd 2015 lockdown over school area in Texas after person spotted with gun near schools.

•October 5th 2015 schools in or near Philadelphia are locked down after ATF and FBI received a message warning of a shooting, saying the one in Oregon was just the beginning. The threat is scheduled for 1pm central time, so in about 40 minutes.