The singer made a statement from the stage of his Darkness and Light tour. And, yes, wife Chrissy Teigen was behind him — and the athletes protesting. “It is their choice and right to kneel without the leader of our country trying to fire ‘these sons of b***hes,” she wrote to a Twitter commenter, using the president’s quote. (Photo: John Legend via Instagram)
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The actress and her co-stars in Broadway’s 1984 took a knee together at curtain call on Sunday. “Proud to be a part of this cast,” the actress captioned this photo of the moment of unity. “Thank you to our electric audience for your energy and support.” (Photo: Olivia Wilde via Instagram)
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The singer kneeled in front of the audience at the Pilgrimage Music and Cultural Festival in Franklin, Tenn., on Sunday. Earlier in the day, Pearl Jam posted words of support, writing that it’s the players’ constitutional right to stand up, sit down or # takeaknee for equality.” (Photo: Amy Harris/Invision/AP)
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“Take A Damn Knee today,” wrote the rapper, of Public Enemy fame, as he kneeled alongside his Prophets of Rage peers all wearing Colin Kaepernick jerseys. (Photo: Chuck D via Twitter)
During A Concert for Charlottesville, the singer got down on both knees. “Can’t nobody tell me what to do,” he said. “If I want to get on my knees right now, for the people of my city, for the people of my state. That’s what that flag is for.” (Photo: Kevin Mazur/Getty Images)
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Stevie Wonder and Dave Matthews
So did Stevie Wonder and Dave Matthews at the same show, A Concert for Charlottesville. “I take a knee for America,” said Wonder, holding Matthews’s hand, “and two knees in prayer for our world.” (Photo: Kevin Mazur/Getty Images)
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At the end of her performance of “Don’t Touch My Hair” at the Hollywood Bowl on Sunday, Solange slowly kneeled, stayed there for a moment, and after the crowded clapped, slowly rose back up. (Image: Complex via Twitter)
Desc: Isaac comes to reader seeking help one night, after being locked in the freezer and emotionally traumatized.
For her, there had been nothing out of the ordinary about that night. She sat atop her thick layers of quilts, school papers spread across the bed as she tapped her pencil rhythmically to the soft music coming from her phone. The girl yawned and reached for a sip of hot tea before lazily stretching her legs out and pulling her hair up, a yelp of surprise tumbling off her lips when a face appeared in the reflection of her window. She jumped up at once, rushing over to pull the frame open, the cool night breeze instantly fluttering against her skin.
“Isaac?!” she breathed in surprise.
He was ghostly white, blue, almost, and his teeth chattered as he gave a small tilt of his head, unable to formulate his speech.
“Oh my god, come on, come,” the girl mumbled frantically, hoisting her hands under his arms and pulling the freezing cold werewolf into her cozy and warmly lit bedroom.
She blocked out the starry sky with her blinds and quietly locked her door before giving her attention back to the disheveled boy who sat collapsed on her floor. He wore a grey jacket and ripped black jeans, and his curly honey hair was a mess atop his pale skin. She quickly sunk to his side, pressing a palm to his cheek and reeling back with the cold that stung her. His icy blue eyes tried helplessly to search hers, but she was already on her feet and seizing the blankets from her bed and wrapping them snugly around him. She pulled him into her bed before he could protest, and forced her hot teacup into his shaking hands, his slender fingers wrapping around the hot surface eagerly.
“Drink,” she demanded.
Isaac did as commanded, a warm flush starting to spread in his face once more. He brought his hands around his knees, trying not to quake as he looked over the worried expression on the pretty little thing in front of him.
“Better?” she asked softly.
“A little cold still,” he admitted.
“Oh…” she paused, looking him over for a second before making her mind up at once as she pulled her body into the werewolf’s. He inhaled sharply with surprise, his heart racing as he felt two arms wrap tightly around his body, her body snuggling against his and instantly sending warmth to his freezing flesh. She placed her cheek against the crook of his neck, breath sending tingles of electricity into him.
“Thank you,” he managed at last.
She squeezed him lightly, her bright eyes blinking up at him with concern, “Isaac?”
He hated how just the way she said his name would drive him crazy, and responded with a small grunt.
“Did your dad, did he-” she shook her head, “did he lock you in the freezer?”
“Yes,” he said flatly, as if it was routine by now.
They’d brought it up a couple times before, but he always changed topic quickly, not liking to discuss the matter, and never once had she seen him experience it firsthand, or show up like he had that night.
“Oh my god,” she pulled back, and Isaac stared at her with yearning for her to stay in his arms. “I won’t even bother asking if you’re okay,” she shook her head.
“I’m okay,” he lied.
“No you’re not Isaac,” she rubbed her fingers against her temples, “why didn’t you tell me how bad it was, why are you coming for help now?”
He gulped down the lump in his throat, shaking his curls over his eyes, his words almost inaudible, “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
She just sat there like a deer in the headlights, and he could hear her heart shattering for him in that moment.
“You’ll always have me,” she stated, “I promise, okay?”
“Okay,” he nodded lightly.
“No, Isaac,” she insisted, fingers crawling under his jaw so as to force his blue eyes to her own, “I don’t ever want you to be like that again.”
He nodded, meaning it this time.
“You should sleep,” she sighed at last, trailing her fingertips lightly against Isaac’s jaw before removing them from his skin.
“I won’t be able to,” he admitted, “because, well, the nightmares…So I can leave, if you want.”
“I don’t want that,” she insisted, “stay, please.”
He sighed with relief, examining the girl who examined him right back.
“What’s it like?” she mumbled. “If you don’t mind answering.”
“Hell,” he responded instantly. “Ironic, considering the cold,” he laughed bitterly, “but, it’s hell. I can’t move, it’s just these walls caging me in, and I feel like I can’t breathe, but I know when I get out he’ll just hurt me again, and I-” he stopped, teeth clenched, eyes fluttering closed.
She didn’t know what else to do, so she hugged him. She barreled into his front, locking her arms around his neck and bringing her fingers gently through his honey hair, feeling him whimper against her, rocking his body slowly as he cried softly into her shirt. She could smell his dark cologne, feel his tears, the quiet shakes of his body, but she embraced him further, giving her every piece of love to the boy in her arms.
“I’m sorry,” he wiped at his misty eyes and pulled away with embarrassment.
“Don’t be,” she answered, “I should’ve stayed quiet.”
“No, it’s good to tell someone,” he admitted. “It’s just stupid that I cry.”
“It’s not stupid, it’s human,” she reassured gently.
“But I’m not human,” he laughed, a smile tickling his lips as they spread into that grin she loved.
“Oh, right,” she giggled, “but you know what I mean.”
“And you still think the same of me, even with what I am?” he asked nervously.
“I think better,” she said, “because you’re a fighter, Isaac Lahey. My fighter.”
“Yours?” he breathed.
“Oh, well yeah, I just…” her cheeks went searing red, but he only smiled.
“I can hear your heartbeat, you know?” he smirked, listening in to the flutter in her chest.
“Oh god, oh right,” she said, trying to calm her heart, but silently freaking out when it only sped up under Isaac’s lingering intense gaze.
His eyes flickered down to her chest and back up, something registering on his face. “It stopped,” he said.
“Your heart, it stopped just now,” he repeated. “Why-I mean how-well what-” he stammered in confusion, but was silenced at once with the set of lips that molded lightly into his own. He inhaled sharply, eyes closing as he sunk into her kiss, his hand coming gently to cup her cheek as he nudged himself deeper into her mouth, drunk off her taste at once. The girl dipped her lips in roughly for the briefest of seconds before retreating, her nose pressed lightly to Isaac’s, giving him one more peck before releasing him altogether.
“So did yours,” she whispered.
Isaac beamed radiantly at her, “and how would you know that?”
“I don’t need to have super hearing to know when I’ve caught you off guard,” she smiled.
“You’ve got me,” the werewolf’s lips twitched.
“And, how do you feel?” she asked.
He paused, eyes crinkling with genuine happiness, the first happiness he’d felt in a long time.
Summary: Peter’s trains against Captain America and the pride in Captain causes issues for the Reader. When something happens to Peter Thor gets involved trying to solve the situation. Events turn causing the Reader to be injured.
Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,)
Word Count: 2,113
P.S: PETER IS IN HIS 20′S IN THE DEADLY SINS SERIES. BESIDES THE FIRST EPISODE OF ENVY. I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT A 15 Y/O. I KNOW SOME PEOPLE DO BUT I WONT CAUSE THAT CREEPS ME OUT.. SO KNOW HE IS IN HIS 20′S
A/N: Can you sense the theme ;) Btw my series will have different stories but categorized under the Deadly Sins
“Faster Spiderlover, you have to be faster than that” Natasha scolds putting you in a headlock.
Stiffening up you breathe out slowly. You twist your leg around hers flipping her to the side slamming your body on top of hers. A groan slips out of her mouth as your elbow smashes into her ribcage. Rolling off of her you get back up. Your vitals flashing in your glasses. Natasha’s eyes glaring at you before getting back into her stance. Noticing her finger twitching your reflexes kick in.
She’s going to use her wrist tasers.
Moving to the left dodging the burst of electricity coming your way. Opening up your bow into its true form you click the button causing it to shoot an electric arrow extending into size. Thanks to adapting some of Ant Man’s technology. It’s able to be shot then expand closer to the target so they don’t see it coming. She tries to dodge but it cuts open her shoulder when it expands to its full size.
“Spiderling girlfriend wins” Stark announces. You’ve been fighting for the fast twenty minutes. It was whoever drew the first blood. Your technique has grown since Natasha trained you these past four months.. Clint would stop by every so often to help train your skills with the bow. You felt safer with your new skills you have now. Ever since the incident two years ago with Mason you’ve changed. Peter has been super supportive of you growing stronger.
“Babe that was wicked, you did that thing and did that movement and flipped her over!” Peters excited interpretation with arm motions making you laugh.
“Not bad Spiderlover, come back tonight for assassination practice” Natasha smiles wiping the blood from her shoulder. Her hand applying pressure to stoop the bleeding.
“Sorry bout that..” you look at her immediately feeling guilty. Natasha was your mentor, you’re learning from the best. Yet you hate harming her in ways but when Tony says to train we have to give it all we got till first bloody injury.
“No, you’re here to train. You’re apart of the team thanks to your dear Spider” She points to Peter who’s now fighting against Captain America. You watch as Peter swings around the training room testing the new web shooters you designed. You took pride in them, you worked so hard on them that even Mr. Stark was impressed.
You hear a bone crushing smack causing your head to snap in the direction of it. Looking to see Steve down on indented into the wall of the training room. Blood was dripping down his face and onto his white star.. Looks like your blade web fluid worked. The room got dead silent till Peter started shouting. “See I can even take the Captain Down!”
Looking over at your boyfriend who starts swaying slightly. Blood started staining his suit making your eyes widen. He collapses to the ground gripping his left side. Panic flashed through your system causing your chest to tighten. Stark is there before any of us kneeling next to Peter. You then see Captain walking over towards the group.
“Is he alright?” Cap asks rubbing the back of his neck. He did this, he knows the training rules.
“You know this is just training Steve! Your pride in trying to always be right,what the fuck were you thinking” You snarl jumping at him your glove protruding blades. Your fist was about to slam in his face before you a web covers it instantly.
“Peter what the hell” Annoyance fills your body as you turn to look at him.
“No, w-with great p-power comes great responsibility..” He says trying to catch his breath. You don’t attack your team, you knew that but you were just trying to protect him.
“Kid you can’t try and prove yourself like that, we need you ALIVE for the mission in two days” Stark chastens. Peter looks at him frowning slightly. Only to nod before laying his head back down.
“Dammit Peter what were you thinking?!” he flinches from your raised voice. How could he not expect to get yelled at. You can’t lose him.
“I just wanted to show that I could take him down, I know I can babe..”
“Don’t do that, we all know you’re strong… this is just training not a gladiator fight” Sending a glare to Steve as he kneels down next to you looking over Peter’s injuries.
“You did good kid, like I said you have a lot of heart in yah” He ruffles Peters exposed curls.
“Babe… please don’t be mad I just really wanted to put your web-shooters to a complete test..”
“Fuck you Steve” you snarl slapping him hard across the face. A loud crack fills the training room. Your gloves had a superior strength mechanism that matched his shield. Steve looks up at you shocked as blood drips from his mouth.
“Starlight.. That isn’t the way of acting towards a fellow member” Thor’s hand placing itself on your heaving back. You grit your teeth at Thor’s nickname for you. They always called you something other than your name.
“He let his stupid make America great again pride get to his fucking head and took it out on Peter!” Your voice raising an octave. Peter is your everything, your reason to live now.
“Starlight… How about we fight next?” Thor asks trying to calm you down. He knew training was one of your stress relievers.
“Absolutely not, baby let’s leave” Peter is now standing in front of you gritting his teeth. His hand covering the wound on his side.
“Peter, you have to let Starlight make her own decisions for once.. You won’t always be around” Thor crosses his arms looking down at him.
“I.. I accept” You say moving Peter out of the way. A web covers both of your hands pulling you back to him. Smirking you hit a button on your wrist screen causing the webs to melt off. Peter looks down at your hands in shock.
“H-How di-did you do that?” Shock still stained on his features.
“Well Peter I do have free time in the shop and access to your web fluid” A sweet smile replaces your smirk as you turn towards Thor.
“That means… you could have punched Cap’n in the face?” Peter looking at you in disbelief. Nodding you turn away heading outside onto the outdoors training field.
“Now you two.. Please for the love of God DO NOT destroy the place with lightning.” Tony begs with a pout.
“Fist fight?” I ask turning to the side looking at Tony. My hair cascading down my back in curls.
“Weapon and Fists only, I’m tired of remodeling cause of your lightning Thor” Tony sighs walking out of his Iron Man suit.
“Weapons? Her against Thor?Absolutely not.. ” Peter’s voice coming from behind you.
“Do you think I can’t handle this?”
“Babe he’s the God of fucking thunder, you’re just an ordinary human” he states looking down at you.
Did he just say… Ordinary?
I’ll show him I can defend myself…
“Just an ordinary human… understood Peter” You snap shooting a blast out of your palm.
He flips backwards avoiding it and turning his head to look at the blast you shot at him.
“Babygirl, I didn’t mean i-”
“C’mon Starlight show me what you got” Thor grins gripping his hammer’s handle. Tugging your hand out of Peter’s grasp. You couldn’t believe he called you ordinary, you were beyond ordinary from what he said in the bedroom last night.
“Get ready Spiderlover!” Natasha shouts from the sidelines. She was like a proud soccer mom on the side. Clint had his arm slung around her shoulders.
“Victor, engage Oden Fighting Mode” I say with a smirk cause there were some tricks you installed. Your armor had multiple things to help you in battle due to situations. Many possibilities thanks to the supplies Tony gave you.
“Engaging Oden Fighting Mode”
Thor lunges at you throwing his hammer at you. His hair flowing in the wind as he comes closer to you. You cross your arms in front of you in a ‘X’, a forceshield forms as the hammer collides causing a stream of light to fill the air. The intense collision making your feet dig into the ground.
You can do anything you set your mind to. Letting out a grunt you use your shin bracers to knock his hammer away. Shooting anchors to his cape causing him to be unable to move. Jumping you punch him repeatedly in the face. Your fighting mode going fast detecting his possible counters.
“I see you’ve done some tinkering Starlight” he chuckles as his fist aims straight towards your face after dodging another punch from you.
“You gotta do what you gotta do” A groan slipping out of your lips as he manages to wrap his hands around your neck. Gripping onto his forearms,the smell of burnt flesh fills your nose.
“What the fuck?” Thor hisses dropping you making you take a huge breath in. Doing a backflip to get some distance between you two. Victor disables the acid touch instantly.
“Like Peter said, I’m just some ordinary human, I have to defend myself somehow” bitterness filling your mouth. You could taste the blood but you swallow it.
“You’re going to regret that” He growls punching you hard in the chest. Pain and electricity spreads you through your body.
“THOR I SAID NO LIGHTNING!”
“Calling for medical personal, vitals dropping, contusions to the chest” Victor’s voice fills your ears. Coughing you collapse onto the ground. You could feel that he burned a hole in your chest plate. Back to the drawing board when you heal..
“I-I wasn’t thinking properly” He explains running towards your body.
“You’re going to get chewed the fuck out” Natasha grips Thor by the ear taking him away. She is totally your mom.
“Babygirl, h-how are you feeling?” Peter asks as you slip your silk robe on to cover over your bandaged chest.
“How do you think I’m feeling Peter?” My tone coming out harsh. You were still salty with how he called you ordinary.
“Y-you know I-I didn’t mean it… I’m just afraid you’ll get hurt badly and look where we are” he gestures towards your bandaged chest and torso.
“I knew that I would get hurt the moment I came here but I came here to be with you Peter… I love you so much that I can’t be away from you. So forgive me if I want to fight alongside you and if I have to push myself I will..” You could feel your nails digging into the palms of your hands. Feeling this way towards Peter was a first. Sure you got upset but never angry at him.
“Your pride got you hurt today, just like it hurt Cap’n” he explains taking your hands into his. You look into his brown eyes that you swear you could get lost in.
“It wasn’t pride” Taking your hands out of his but he catches them back in his grasp again.
“Yes love, your pride in your suit.. I know you were trying to prove a point to me” A small smile is plastered on his lips. He know’s he’s right and you hated it.
“What point are you even talking about” Eyes looking away from his, you were completely frustrated.
“That you aren’t an ordinary human, Natasha is human and is an excellent fighter… You’re learning from the best so ordinary was an awful word to say” His arms pulling you into a tight embrace.
“I can’t believe you called me that, Peter I was so mad” You huff placing your forehead against his chest.
“You blasted at me, of course I knew my girl was mad at me..” His laughter filling the air
“After the things you called me last night…then calling me ordinary was infuriating” Your lips kiss down his neck pausing at the base of his neck. His hands tighten on your waist as you leave dark marks on his skin.
“You’re going to regret blasting at me today love” He whispers darkly pulling away from you. His hands flick causing webs to pin you against the wall. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him.
All you could see in his eyes was… Lust.
So… what’d ya thinkkkk. I’m loving the tumblr community more than Wattpad tbh. Until I upload the next part take a look at my recent post ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love with You :,)
Inspired by @edorazzi‘s BEAUTIFUL little OCs Amun and Carter and all of their antics, Miraculous’ titular character Chat Noir AKA Adrien and his affliction with feathers, and my recent jackpot of allergies. Enjoy!
would say his luck with the accursed food was dismal at best.
as he learned since his revival, were not, in fact, cursed but some sort of
chemical thing, as Angelo put it, caused him to have a reaction in his immune
system. Since his internal organs had recently been re-growing, that meant that
former hives evolved into far worse reactions when exposed to the fatal nut.
luck was dismal because, even after learning of this and learning enough
English reading to avoid it, they were in France, and, therefore, French was
written everywhere. Amun hadn’t even thought to ask someone to read it to him -
he knew the language of French but not how to read it - when he’d eaten that
chocolate bar offered to him by one of the clerks at the museum.
not for Angelo’s quick grab for the Epinephrine pen upon seeing Amun go red and
begin to wobble from dizziness, this might have been his second death.