the better to yell at you with

Migraine Relief - Finn Balor

Pairing: Finn Balor x OC (Melody)

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Oral (Female receiving), fingering, squirting, NSFW gifs, unprotected sex

Plot: Melody wakes with a horrible migraine and Finn comes to take care of her, and he knows just the remedy that she needs.

Word Count: 3,054

NOTE: NSFW gifs (gifs not mine! Gifs used came from SMUT-101!)

Originally posted by finnfreezedemon

A small whimper escapes my lips the moment I sit up in bed. My head throbs, I can hear the blood pound in my ears, and the slightest movement makes me queasy. Yup, I just woke up to one hell of a migraine. Thankfully, I sleep with the room completely blacked out or else I might be in worse shape than I am right now. I hate waking up with a migraine, it ruins my day.

I pout slightly, ‘Well there go my plans for today.’

I think to myself and slowly get out of bed to get a bottle of water and take something for my head, though I doubt it will really work. As I crawl back into bed, I grab my phone to send a quick message canceling all plans for today,

‘Hey Finn, not going to be able to make it to the gym today. Woke up with a migraine. I’ll talk to you later’

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Bad Moon Rising (Part 1)

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,000ish

Warnings: language, mild injury

A/N: Enjoy!…


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anonymous asked:

Hi, I was curious how giving change later throws off the tills? I've never worked cash register before at a place that doesn't allow change to be given after the toll is open

It doesn’t throw off the tills. That is just a polite way to say no to the customers that want to short change scam you. They ask for change then ask for more before you count out the first and so on until you are unsure where you are and they say “just give it back and I’ll get change somewhere else” and you are short $100 or more.

If you do give change do one at a time. And if you get confused grab all the money and close it in the drawer and call a manager. Better to have the customer yell then you get fired for being short.

-Rodney

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22 of 22

“My mom would be so proud of the bang up job you’ve done so far,” Juniper yelled back.“You’ll talk to me with respect” Elara demanded.

“Or what? You’ll make me stay home?” Juniper observed the way her Aunt stood in front of her, hand clenching and unclenching. “Don’t pretend you want me here. I know better.

I"m only here because I have to be because of that damn court order.”

“Watch your language” Elara ordered.

“Or what? Wash my mouth out with soap?” Juniper rolled her eyes. The days she cowered before this woman were over. The sudden stinging slap as her Aunt’s hand connected with her face left her ears ringing.

“Don’t hit my sister” Jacek shouted from behind them.

“Daddy” Hazel’s voice carried to them, young and scared. “Mommy’s hurting Juni.”

Billdip week2017

This is a Billdip fanfic. I do not own anything other than the creativity of this story. I wrote this for reading on your side and writing creativity on my end. Boyxboy. NOTHING DIRTY. SFW Per requirements for this activity. Don’t like it don’t read it. Be grown up about it. Only supportive critics up in here. Cause I’ll remove and block like a boss. Y’all better roll on otherwise. Don’t waste your time or mine. Others: Snaps fingers and finger guns you. Enjoy. If you like I may continue. Expect more shorts.  

Come on dip dop! We are so going to miss all the best stuff because your taking forever! Mabel yelled from the bottom of the stairs to her twin still changing into his outfit. Yeah yeah yeah! I’m hurrying ok. Mabel tapped her black ballet shoes that she turned into ninja shoe’s. She dressed as a ninja while Dip was dressing as a pirate. The plan was to wow everyone at the festival with the always great ninja vs. pirate theme. She jumped as Dipper jumped off the steps landing near her wearing his outfit. He looked good in the black shirt and brown pants. His sash was dark blue and he jingled a bit when he walked thanks to the little metal trinkets on his hips. His bandana was plain blue but he had it wrapped around his left wrist. She had to admit he looked good.

You finally ready!? Mabel was about to burst and even she knew she had to hurry or she might explode. Dipper sighed looking at his sister. He could see how excited she was even through all the black of the ninja outfit. Her eyes almost sparkled with her joy. He couldn’t help but smile and get as excited. Alright Mabes lets go. They saved up over the winter and had been saving everything they got once they reached Gravity Falls. After turning 16 they both got little odd jobs which paid well and they even got paid for doing other things like showing up at Parties showing off that they where nearly identical twins. Raggedy Ann and Ragged Andy had been very popular among children’s parties. Dipper triple checked his pocket to make sure his money was safe. Dipper grabbed Mabel and they both ran out the door. Dipper planned ahead and got his drivers license as soon as he could after there sixteenth birthday and then got his motor cycle license which was a bit harder because not many people he knew rode a motor cycle. But he did what he could.

They ran through the small walk that had few people because of how early they where. Dipper saw a fortune telling tent and ran to it with Mabel close behind. It had a big yellow triangle on it with an eye. Mabel was focused on the blue side of the tent with the same symbol. Dipper rolled his eyes and shook his head. Says they won’t be open until 3. Psshhh. We should be able to at least run this festival twice before then and have done everything at least twice. Dipper crossed his arms. Mabel put her hands on her hips and leaned to the side as she smirked at her brother. Oh no, what are you thinking? I know that face and I’m up for a challenge. Dipper smiled. I bet I could do that and be here before this tent is set up and open even bro bro! What say you pirate!? Can you keep up with this NINJA!?

Dipper dropped his arms to his sides as he hummed in consideration as he walked around Mabel eyeing her. Who said I wanted to come back to a phony fortune teller? I mean they have so much here already. He rolled his eyes at the thought that she wanted him to come back to the fortune teller. It was all a bunch of Hocus Pokus and mirrors. They never knew anything right. It was all guessing and simple replies that pointed them to the right things. Who needed fake when you knew that real magic was afoot here IN Gravity Falls. Mabel pouted. Come on Dip I might find out how to find the person I’m meant to be with! Who knows. Mabel nudged him with her elbow. Maybe even you may get some tips on where and when you will find someone for you. Come on.

Dipper rolled his eyes and then he noticed someone with bright gold hair Wearing a loose fitting Ghillie shirt like his. And he was talking to a guy with bright blue hair. The guy noticed Dipper looking at him and before he could look away the guy winked at him smiling. Dipper smirked as Mabel was talking and moving her arms he raised his brow at the guy and blantly looked him up and down then settled on looking him right in the eyes as he made a kiss motion at him. The blonde guy looked shocked then covered his mouth laughing. The guy with blue hair stopped talking and looked frustrated as he looked over in time for Mabel to look over at them both. Dipper turned and yelled out your on Mabel. He heard Mabel yelling about how he was cheating.

He laughed as he yelled back. Your not a lady ninja your just my sister in a ninja suit with no ninja skills! He spun around to run backwards to fend off Mabels attacks. Both of them didn’t notice the two watching them fade away into the crowd as they both smiled and whispered about dreams and finally finding the treasure hidden in the town of mystery. Mabel and Dipper separated at one point. Picking what they wanted to do and skipping stalls that had nothing they wanted or interested them. Yo Dip check out this stall. Mabel was jumping and he ran over to see what she had found. Whats up Mabes? Check out these cool little wooden pieces! Look I found a cool shooting star! Dipper thought it looked cool how it was carved and cut. He searched the table then his eyes rested on the little wooden pine tree.

It wasn’t flashy but it was still cool with how it had cuts to show what kind of tree it was. They both paid for their little trinkets and as they spun around both of them ran into a solid warm surface. Oof~ Ugh, what? Both of them said. Dipper tried to step back but found he was wrapped in warm arms keeping him close to what he know knew was a warm chest. Dipper looked up and saw gold eyes and blond hair staring back at him. Well hi there Pine Tree! Like what you see!? Dipper blushed. Ummm. Dipper was in shock as this guy kept him in his arms and turned with him to walk. Come on lets have some fun before I have to open my tent with my brother. I want to spend some time with you. So lets make this a date huh? Dipper couldn’t figure this guy out and while deep in thought he wason auto pilot. So he simply whisper. Ok.

They got some ice cream and talked and Dipper found he started to like this guys Company. He finally got up the courage to ask. So whats your name? The guy laughed. Nu, uh, uh. You didn’t give me the magic word and what’s in a name.? Dipper frowned. Hey if we are going to get closer I need to know your name at least. I don’t even know your age. How do I know your not some guy trying to be a pervert or something? Dipper looked at him seriously then. The guy seemed to visibly frown. I don’t look THAT old do I? Don’t make me out to sound like a creep! I haven’t touched you! In fact your the one who was in my chest not even half an hour ago smelling me!

Also if you where worried about that you wouldn’t be on a date with me! Dipper shrugged. Your right. He turned to walk in a different direction. The guy didn’t notice right away as he heard him talking to himself then he heard him stop and catch up to him. RUDE~! Dipper ignored him and kept walking like he was leaving. Come on you can’t be this serious. Dipper kept walking and finished the rest of his ice cream. Come on my name can’t be that important to you. Dipper looked everywhere but at the Blonde. This seemed to be agitating the blond.  He finally pulled on Dippers arm to stop him from leaving completely giving him a pleading look. If I tell you my name and age will you stay? Dipper turned to face him. The guy was taller then him and when he looked at dipper like that he wanted to make the blonde feel better. Dipper sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Only if you tell me your name and age. He leaned on one foot crossing his arms. The names Bill. I am 18 going on 19 this year with my twin Brother Will. We’re the cypher twins! He looked at Dipper like he expected him to be jumping up and down squealing. Dipper smiled as he nodded and grabbed his hand to hold as he walked with him towards the spot they left off on. Dipper checked his phone. It’s 2:30 I need to meet my sister at the Fortune tellers tent.

Bill seemed to get more excited when Dipper said that. THAT’S OUR TENT! Come on, let’s hurry then! They quickly walked side by side in a comfortable silence as they made there way to the tent. Dipper didn’t want to be mean but he hated fortune telling. It was just one big scam to him. But he walked Bill to his tent anyways. A dates a date. This guy was so much hotter than anyone else Dipper has ever “dated” before. Guys and girls alike. Bill stopped suddenly. Hold on I’m hungry I want to find something to eat before we get to the tent to work. Ice cream is great but not filling at all. Dipper spotted a vender not far away. He scooted Bill out of his way and told him to find a place to wait for him. Dipper went to see what they had. He got them two hot dogs each with chili and cheese sauce and a family size bag of Doirtos. They ate as they walked. Bill liked the Doritos more than the hot dog so Dipper gave him the whole bag and ate his hot dog and they shared a drink.

They made it to the tent and Dipper turned to say good bye to Bill. But he couldn’t find him. Crap maybe he wasn’t watching while he walked eating the chips. Dipper was passing a booth as he walked back tracking to find Bill. When someone grabbed him and pulled him into the booth. Dipper spun around to see Bill smiling and looking at him. I’m kind of glad you didn’t freak out over who I am and all. Before we go and do our own thing I was wondering. Dipper looked at him waiting for him to continue. Bill closed his eyes and took a breath. Would you like to ma-. Dipper cut him off by giving him a kiss. After a second Bill wrapped his arms around him and deepened the kiss more. Dipper shivered and Bill hummed as he used his tongue to poke at Dippers lips begging for entrance. Dipper gasped at the contact. And Bill used that moment to slipped his tongue into Dippers mouth. They both Gasped at the energy between them.

Dipper leaned back to breath neither of them knew how long they had been like that. But neither of them wanted to let go of the other. So they held each other for a few minutes more and they caught there breath. Dipper was the first to speak. So. He raised his eye brow for emphasis. You want my number? Bill broke out in a loud laugh. When he stopped he looked at Dipper. Before he could respond Dipper spoke again with confidence. Don’t judge me. I’m a pirate. And I know what kind of booty I want. Bill lost it then. Dipper wrote his number down on his Bandana and slid it off his wrist and onto Bills as he ducked out of the booth Bill pulled him into.

Bills eyes went Wide as he noticed his Pine Tree jump out of the booth. WAIT! He jumped up and pushed the curtain aside but he couldn’t see his little Pine Tree through the crowd. And once he pulled the curtain back a crowd of teenage girls noticed him and squealed. OMG IT’S BILL CYPHER! BILL YOUR SO HANDSOME! CAN WE GET AN AUTOGRAPH!? IS YOUR BROTHER WITH YOU!? WHERE IS WILL!? CAN WE GET A PICTURE!? Bill saw Pine Tree pointing towards his own wrist mouthing something. Bill looked down and noticed Pine Tree’s Bandana and gasped when he saw a phone number and name. Bill smiled as he looked up and watched Pine Tree enter the cypher tent unnoticed by the crowd just as a little ninja entered from the other side as well.

Bill through his arms out and yelled at the top of his lungs. WHO WANTS THAT AUTO GRAPH!? 

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Yuri Plisetsky WeekDay Five: Social Networks
↳ Yuri “I must post a selfie with this shirt immediately” Plisetsky

“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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An ill-advised jailbreak

Context: My halfling bard had been seen using magic by a group that is staunchly anti-magic. He had been put in a cell, and some very significant events occurred.

Dm: You are thrown into the cell. It is padded and the only thing in the room is a toilet. No sink, no bed.

Bard (ooc): Wait I still have all my stuff, right?

Dm: Yes, you do.

Bard (ooc): I’m gonna use my miner’s pick on the toilet.

Dm (chuckling): You get in a few good hits before the scent of vanilla washes over you. Con save. (Fails) You pass out. You awaken some time later, stripped of your possessions and clothes, you are now wearing a straitjacket with markings all over it.

Bard (ooc): can I try to weasel out of it?

Dm: Strength check.

Bard (ooc): Oh I thought I was gonna like, wiggle…whatever. (Rolls strength: 20 with bonuses)

Dm: Jesus…okay, you hulk out, ripping the bindings of the straitjacket.

Bard (ooc): fantastic. How big is the room?

Dm: 10 feet by 10 feet.

Bard (ooc): …fuck it, I’m casting thunderwave as a second level spell. I’m gonna blast open this door.

Dm: OKAY. You cast Thunderwave, the force of which buckles the door significantly, though it does not give way. The force of the thunderwave bounces back off of the walls, roll 9d8 damage. (After bard got the con save, it was halved)

Bard (ooc) (sweating): 40. I take 20 damage. I’M ALIVE! Bloody and naked, but ALIVE!

Dm: yeah well now a parade of guards flood in, holding rods with electric ends.

Bard (ooc): Okay, I’m gonna intimidate the shit out of them before they attack.

Dm: One chance.

Bard: YOU DENSE MOTHERFUCKERS, I’M A FACELESS MAN (men in this group allowed to use magic), I COULD KILL YOU ALL! (Rolls intimidation, nat 20)

DM: you are nude, bloody, you just exploded the room, you yelled stuff at them they didn’t understand, and threatened to kill them. They’re pants-shittingly terrified, so they’re going for the kill, now. You rolled too well.

Bard: SON OF A BITCH.

The bard didn’t die. But bard had a bad time, after that he was strung up, suspended in the room, blindfolded, gagged, and still nude. If only he were kinky.

Okay, so, I was at StopGame, as a customer. Buying a game, ofc, and I agreed to become a member of whatever their thing is (you get the magazine subscription and everything). So, the cashier had to enter in all my info. Nbd. Note: there was no line when I was there, the place was dead, so I just hear this exasperated sigh from a lady who couldn’t have been in line for more than two minutes, vocally complaining about how long the cashier was taking and how she’d never get any help and blah blah blah, generally being a bitch. Course, I’m a retail worker too and this girl was the only person on duty, so this entitled, impatient asshole was getting on my nerves.

And then I realized. I don’t work here. I’m a customer. I don’t have to grin and bear it or hold my tongue.

“You know, I’m the one taking up her time and taking so long. If you’ve got an issue with waiting, yell at me, not her. And, if you want to yell at me for taking a moment to actually do my transaction, you can kindly fuck off cause I have better things to do than listen to you.”

Lady was SO pissed. I was 100% prepared to be shouted at or stay after my transaction to make sure the Bitch didn’t abuse the poor cashier, but she just stormed out. Good fucking riddance.

The cashier seemed relieved and, on the off chance the bitch was gonna complain or anything, I left a sparkling review on the survey online.

TLDR: It feels great to tell off obnoxious customers for being rude to workers.

GoTG Meet Avengers


Peter stares, watching them all a little blankly. By his side, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s been groaning for the past twenty seconds.


“So… you went on a ten-year murder spree where you joined a terror organisation of your own free will in order to kill Tony, who wasn’t even responsible for the death of your parents in the first place- and then decide that just Tony isn’t murderous enough for you, and go for the rest of his team for some reason, too?”

Across the room, Wanda bristles. “It wasn’t like-”

“And then your team leader let you on the team you were trying to murder? Almost immediately after the one single fight you helped them with?” Gamora interrupts. Her eyes are cold and dangerous. 

Steve opens his mouth to defend himself, but Drax cuts in. “And you,” he gestures harshly at clint, “you were willing to abandon your family and get yourself arrested, just so you could involve yourself in a matter that did not concern you anyway?”

“You think I wanted to be arrested? That was all Tony-” Clint begins, but Drax roars, and Clint rears back, eyes wide and hand reaching for the bow at his hip.

“TONY STARK DID NOT FORCE YOU TO BREAK YOUR LAWS! I WAS PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE I FOUGHT FOR MY FAMILY, NOT-”

“Drax, stay calm. These people are breakable,” Gamora warns, although she is staring at them all as if she wants nothing better than to let Drax get himself worked up over them. 

“You know, Tony has only been giving you his view on everything that happened,” Steve counters. He’s looking at Tony like… like he’s disappointed in him, and that’s enough to get Rocket yelling angrily.

“Oh, so you sayin’ you didn’t tear the team he invested his time, his love, his effort into, apart- all so you could save a guy that Tony had offered to rehabilitate in the first place anyway? Or what about the fact you didn’t tell him that your best bud murdered his parents? That a lie too?” He snarls, and on his shoulder, Groot’s arms are slowly growing, pricklier and heavier- he can feel the weight on his shoulders.

“I think everyone needs to calm down, here-” Sam begins, but Gamora silences him, knuckles cracking as she steps forward.

Sam, wisely, takes a step back.

 “You do not get to talk- not when you chose to put your trust in a man you met for three seconds, whilst he was breaking into Tony’s compound, over the actual Avenger and team-mate himself,” she hisses, hands thrown up into the air as she turns to face all of them now.

“You sicken me. I may fight and argue and be frustrated with my team- but at the end of the day, they are still my family. They are still the people I would trust without a second thought,” she shoots a glare at Sam, “who I would always tell the truth to, even if it hurts,” Steve looked at the floor, jaw set in a grim line, “and who I would never, ever ask to be on the same team as a woman who subdued them to their worst fears and tried to kill them. I would rather die.”

She spat on the floor, and then turned away. “I am going back to the ship. You may continue your discussions if you must, but I am finished. I will only kill one of them if this continues.”

“That would be a shame,” Drax says quietly, his voice low and threatening.

Tony, who spent the majority of the conversation absolutely silent, speaks up at that point. “Hey! Drax used sarcasm!”

No one laughs. He goes back to holding his head in his hand.

Peter just looks slightly sick. His hand is wrapped very, very tightly around Tony’s.


“You know that post of text that Tony showed us a few weeks ago? He called it a… a me-me? With the breadsticks and the asshole date?” Rocket pipes up after a few seconds of silence, gun still spinning ominously in his fingers. “I think it’s time for us to shove Tony in our spaceship and say we have to go, right now, immediately.”


Despite everything, Tony lets a huff of laughter escape at that. Peter- seeming to suddenly snap out of his horrified trance- nods his head approvingly, beginning to tug on Tony’s hand. “Yes. I agree. Wonderful though this diplomatic meeting of teams was, I’m afraid we have urgent business to attend to. We have to… show Tony… something awesome.”

“Yes. LOVE, AFFECTION AND VALIDATION!” Drax roars again, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and placing the most violent and angry kiss possible on top of his hair.

“Later, losers!” Rocket calls out, sticking his middle finger up behind him and then turning to punch Tony’s thigh gently before scarpering back to the ship.

Groot hops down from Rocket and then latches on to Tony’s forearm, clambering up his arm until he was resting on Tony’s shoulder instead. Tony glances over at him and grins happily. He’s always had a bit of a soft spot for Groot.

“hey,” he whispers, as the tiny tree alien quickly began to grow a few flowers, and then plucked them off his hand and tucked them into Tony’s hair. “I am Groot,” he whispers right back in reply.

Tony smiles, rolling his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Don’t worry about them- I left them behind a long time ago.”


Steve hears that. He looks at tony for a long time, his eyes a little sad and regretful.


Tony just stares right back, and then raises his eyebrows and shrugs, adjusting the beginning of the flower-crown Groot was making for him.

“Call me the next time it gets too much for you guys to handle,” he calls out after them, as Peter and Drax both steer him hurriedly back toward the ship and away from his old team.

Groot giggles on his shoulder, and then places another flower behind his ear. “I am Groot!”


“I agree,” Tony says, just as Peter nods his own approval, gently bumping their shoulders together. “Let’s go and play Space-Tag.”

Filed under “scenes I would’ve paid literal money to have seen in the show”: Danny anticipating Vlad coming through the Fenton Ghost Portal (probably by way of a tracer that had switched hands all throughout the course of the episode)

so he closes the blast doors and waits

and hey, shouldn’t Vlad have come by–CLANG

Seeing all this stuff about the Alex Tizon discourse is making me wanna throw up. 

Listen. What they did? It’s slavery. We know. We get it.  But it’s not your slavery, it is a product of the broken system which we have been mired in, one which America has been directly complicit in. It’s an unfortunate case, horrifying, not entirely unexpected, but not exactly the norm. The issue here is that foreigners are trying to put words in our mouth and making this discussion about them instead of letting Filipinos process this and have a proper conversation about it without them shutting us down and screaming BUT SLAVERY!!! APOLOGISTS!!! not only that but they’re deliberately misunderstanding our language and honorifics, they are making things out to be something they’re not.

The system is broken. Any Filipino can tell you that. Yelling at us isn’t going to fix it unless you can somehow fix an entire culture with a press of a button and magically remove 400 years of colonialism and oppression, both by foreigners and fellow Filipinos, which has directly contributed to how desperate and helpless our people have become. It just doesn’t work that way.

But what really pisses me off about this? It’s because we’ve already been silenced before. We have been colonized, mistreated, our culture erased and labeled as inferior, our country gutted for resources and labor and this is still happening, just now its happening on more socially acceptable terms. 

Context and the underlying culture does matter, especially when our culture has already been so abused and erased that we have no idea what kind of culture or history we would have had if it hadn’t been beaten out of us by colonizers for 400 years, even the name of our country, our very identity. To this day we still struggle with our identity as a people, with the colonial mentality and nation-wide inferiority complex instilled in us by colonizers.

Keep in mind that every time you yell at us about how culture doesn’t matter, you’re all slavery apologists, without taking into consideration our views, our culture and the system which contributes to this, and how people are still working to correct it despite the fact that progress will likely not come for another 20? 30? years maybe even longer. Progress is slow when you live in a country where every system is designed against you. We are seeing people from a country which oppressed us, attempting to once again erase our narrative and tell us they know better, perhaps then you can forgive us for being wary of foreigners dismissing our culture and views to propagate their own.

One Foot In The Grave

First thing Keith did when he got home was scream into his pillow and flop onto his bed.
Lance had kissed him!
He hottest and most popular guy in school had actually kissed him.
“Good day?” Shiro asked from the door way.
He didn’t have his prosthetic on and looked like he had just gotten out of the shower with his hair still wet clinging to his forehead.
“Shiro am I dead?” Keith asked remaining face down.
“What?” He asked in surprise sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I think I must of died, maybe I’m passed out somewhere and it didn’t really happen.” Keith mumbled.
Shiro was starting to get worried, he had never seen his brother like this before. “Keith, buddy you need to tell me what happened.”
“Lancekissedme.” Keith said very very quietly.
“What was that?” Shiro asked sure he must of misheard him.
“L-Lance the guy everyone at school loves kissed me…”
“…”
Silence.
Keith bit his lip nervously staring down at his Spider-Man bed spread.
Shiro started laughing causing the younger boy to glare up at him. “What’s so funny!” He demanded.
“I figured you had killed someone.” Shiro answered between laughs. “Never expected you to act this way over a little old kids, anyone would think it was… wait a second.” Shiro peered at him for a second before putting his hand on his shoulders “Keith Kogane was that your first kiss?” He asked quietly, his voice and face masked in neutrality.
Keith hesitated before finally nodding.
Shiro’s grip tightened and a forced smile appeared on his face. “Really? And this random hot shot took it?” The casual tone sounded so forced that Keith found himself cringing.
“He’s not some random guy.”
“So then why have you never mentioned him before?” Shiro asked.
“Well erm… cause we never really talked and stuff.” Keith shrugged pretending not to mind when Shiro’s grip became a little painful.
“Oh.” Was all he said.
“Oh?” Keith questioned.
“Yes oh…” Shiro dropped his hand to his lap thinking for a moment. “I’ll talk to you later, I need to think over something.”
Keith watched in concern as his bother stumbled out of the room mumbling to himself.
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“Allura I kissed Keith!” Lance yelled wheeling his chair into his oldest sisters room.
She was lying on her stomach across her bed messing around on her laptop.
“Jeez Lance ever learn how to knock.” She sighed sitting up to look at him.
“No time! I kissed Keith! Keith Kogane!” He yelled.
Allura’s eyes widened “oh… my… god…”
“I know!”
“You kissed the guy you declared your rival!”
“I know!”
“The guy you’ve had a crush on for like ever!”
“I know!”
“You had your first kiss with your dream guy!”
“I KNOW!”
At this point Allura had jumped up and was kneeling in front of Lance. “Ok tell me everything!”
Lance explained how he had broken his leg and Keith helped him get home and in the spur of the moment he decided to kiss him before slamming the door in his face so he could hide behind Leo for a few hours.
Allura listened growing increasingly more excited.
“Ok I’m taking you to school tomorrow!” She decided. “Your cars in the shot anyway, and it’s not like you can walk to school. Plus I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my little bro.”
She hugged him making Lance squirm pretending not to enjoy her hugs when in fact he loved them. “Allurrrrrra.” He moaned pushing her away.
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The next morning Keith was in the kitchen having breakfast when Shiro walked down in his sleepless tank top that he only ever wore when he wanted people to notice just how ripped her was.
“I’m coming to school with you. And before you say no I’m gonna say that I don’t care what you have to say. I need to go down their anyway and this has nothing to do with this Lance boy.”
Keith wasn’t convinced but knew arguing would be pointless.
So that’s how Keith found himself stuck with his brother leaning against the bonnet of his car in the parking lot looking for anyone that fit Lance’s description.
“Shiro seriously stop.” Keith rolled his eyes as Shiro glared at yet another tall skinny tanned boy.
“Not until I meet this boy, I just want a chat.”
Keith groaned. He knew this would happen.
“Keith!”
The two whipped their heads round to see a tall woman running directly towards them.
Shiro blushed, he would know that beautiful white hair anywhere.
Allura came to a stop just short of running into the two and was smiling.
“Lance is in the office and I figured I would let you know. I’m sure the two of you have a lot to talk about.”
Keith paled slightly “whys he in the office? Is he ok?” He asked a little too quickly to sound casual.
Allura nodded waving him off with her hand “oh yes he is perfectly fine, just needed to change his class schedule so he doesn’t have to go up any stairs until his prosthetic’s repaired.”
Keith didn’t wait for anymore information and instead took off running leaving the two adults alone.
“It’s good to see you again Shiro, I heard you got back but didn’t have your number.”
Shiro swallowed “oh yeah… erm so you know Lance?”
Allura laughed “I would hope so, he is my little brother after all.”
Shiro helped whatever god was looking out for him that he didn’t end up yelling at his crushes little brother right in front of her. “Oh. I never realised.”
“Not many do, Lance was adopted after he lost his parents in the same accident that cost him his legs, it’s been hard for him. But I’m sure you understand better then anyone what losing a limb is like.
Shiro was silent. He hadn’t realised Lance was like him.
“Yeah I do.”

—————————————- Part 1: https://langsty-mc-langstface.tumblr.com/post/160205940560/one-foot-in-the-grave

whenever Viktor gets too annoying for Yurio to tolerate the blond kid yells “CHIHOKO IS BETTER THAN YOU” and Viktor will let out a hurt gasp and start crying bc it takes him a while to remember that n o, Chihoko is NOT an e-lover of Yuuri’s, but a fucking fish statue

Yuuri has to reassure Viktor and remind him that no one in the world is better than him, and by Yuuri’s request Beka will take Yurio out on a walk to cool down

4

“ How do you love someone who you can’t touch? Simple – with a force of burning fire, enough to melt your heart. “

Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov from Yuri on Ice!!! feat. @katzuyas ‘s fic ‘to keep you warm’

I’m so happy this is finally done and put together!! Four scenes from the amazing Viktuuri fic by Kat that i had the honour to be commissioned for. The premise is unique and the way the emotions are written out just take you on a wild ride, please do give it a read and go yell at her!!

Click through for a better view and quotes from the fic!
Commissions are still open uvu)b

Part 2 of Lachesism! Lance

Hey guys! Since everyone has been asking for a part 2 for my lachesism I decided to continue it (also you guys are too sweet seriously)! I hope you enjoy it :)

You can find that post here : Part One

You can check out some of my other mini fics here


There in the middle of the hangar, sat Lance surrounded by a hurricane of black that swirled faster with each passing second. His eyes were squeezed shut, not seeing the paladins, yet they all felt like he just knew. It was when he opened his eyes that all hell broke loose.

Lance’s eyes glowed a pale blue amidst the chaos of the black storm surrounding him. He almost seemed to stare at the team unseeingly, his eyes shining unnaturally. 

“Lance?” Shiro asked,”…What’s going on?” He didn’t reply, the only movement he made was the slow blink of his eyes. “Buddy, I need you to work with me ok? What is happening?” Shiro tried again, only to be greeted by silence. The team was beyond freaked out at this point, because where the Lance they knew? What was this, this thing in front of them?

“Lance you better knock it off! This isn’t funny man!” Hunk yelled, taking a step forward, “Let us help you!” 

Lance cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowing. “Blue is someone here?”

If the team thought they were freaked out before, then damn, they were terrified right now. Lance’s voice was creepy, it was as if someone layered his voice a thousand times, each one seeming farther away than the one before it. 

“Can he not hear us?” Pidge whispered, her voice sounding smaller than usual. 

“Blue can you please tell Lance that we’re here to help?” Shiro asked, but the Blue Lion was not listening. Her eyes were fixed on Lance and Lance alone, who was now slowly standing up, the storm around him condensing to two black orbs that sat in each of his hands. 

“Whoever it is, can you please tell them to leave? I’ve almost got this part down! See,” Lance said, dispersing the two orbs into multiple orbs that circled his head,”I’m finally getting the hang of this thing!” The team stared at the menacing blackness that loomed over Lance, who seemed unaffected by the eerie energy it was giving off. 

“That’s it, the show is over,” Keith growled, stomping over to Lance determinedly.

“Keith no! We don’t know what’s going on!” Shiro shouted, reaching out for Keith, only to just miss him. He could only watch as Keith made his way to Lance and grabbed his arm. 

The movement above Lance’s head stopped as he turned to face Keith, his eyes still glowing that pale blue. 

“Snap out of it Lance! You need to tell us what’s going on!” Keith shouted, gripping Lance’s arm tighter. 

“Keith? W-what are you doing here?” Lance stuttered, his eyes going wide and his breath beginning to stiffen. “Blue? Why is he here?” He began to shake, the black orbs above him started to reform into a storm. “Y-you need to let go of me Keith. Y-you n-n-need to let go of me r-right now.”

“Like hell I am!” Keith yelled, “You need to let us help you Lance!”

He didn’t seem to be listening, his eyes gaining that unnatural glow to them once again. The hand touching Lance’s arm began to burn, causing Keith to let go briefly. The effect was already beginning, however, despite Keith letting go. Big fat tears welled up in his eyes and hole seemed to form in his chest, this aching feeling setting root within him. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m sorry Keith, I-I didn’t mean to give that to you, let me help ok? Let me just-” And just like that, the feeling was gone, contentment taking its place. Keith could only stare at Lance with his mouth open in shock. The glow began to dim from his eyes, returning them back to normal and the darkness practically vanished in moments. 

“How the hell did you just do that?!”

“Umm… what do you mean?” Lance asked, playing with his fingers. 

“What do I mean? How about the whole, my-emotions-just-went-from-fucking-depressed-to-sunshine-and-rainbows in two seconds??” Keith shouted, causing Lance to shrink into himself even more. 

“Um.. well you see-”

“Hold up, wait just a moment. What just happened. Like right now, in this moment, what is going on?? Because there was a huge storm above your head like a minute ago and now its gone??? You had glowing blue eyes and did something to Keith?? What is happenning?????” Hunk interrupted, stepping in between Lance and Keith. 

“Uhhh, well-”

“What the fucK?? Don’t give me that look Shiro, because I just watched some freaky shit happen. How did you even do that? When did you even start doing that? Could you always do that? What even is that? What-” Pidge rambled, gesturing around her as Lance refused to meet any of their eyes. 

“All right, how about we all give Lance some space ok? Let’s all go to the lounge and talk about this peacefully, alright?” Shiro intervened, going to place a hand on Lance’s shoulder before hesitating. “We’re going to need you to tell us what’s going on, ok Lance?”

Lance continued to stare at the floor, simply nodding before leaving the hangar. 


Lance was in a state a shock at the moment. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was, what idiot lets their biggest secret get discovered that easily? He barely even put up a fight and now here he was, sitting in the lounge, about to explain to the team how much of a screw up he was. He let out a sigh and stared at the empty couches in front of him. Maybe he could just take their anger away so they wouldn’t kick him off the team?

No, that would just prove he’s more pathetic than he already was. For once, Lance wished he couldn’t feel, that all these dark emotions would disappear like he had done for others in the past. 

“Lance can you explain to all of us what happened in the hangar?”

Explain? 

“Well umm… I was practicing,” Lance said, twiddling his fingers nervously.

“Practicing?” Allura questioned.

“Yeah I was practicing my…powers. Trying to make them stronger I guess.” He refused to meet anyones’ eyes, choosing to stare at his fingers instead.

“And what are these powers?” Shiro probed, leaning forward a bit,”What are you able to do?”

“I can, I can… control emotions. Not like that! Like I can take away emotions and kinda harvest them I guess? And replace the emotions I took away with different ones,” Lance clenched his fist, forcing himself to explain further to avoid having to look at his teamates, his friends. “I was trying to put them into a physical state, so I could use them in combat and just to get them out of me. I’ve never tested one of the orbs on someone, but I know if you were to touch one you’d feel all the emotion pent up in there.” He created a small one, reaching inside of himself for that energy that was always there, ignoring the slight gasp that came from Allura. Lance shrugged half-heartedly, “It’s something I’ve been able to do since I was fifteen.”

“Have you ever…took some of our emotions?” Hunk asked quietly, placing a gentle hand on Lance’s shoulder. 

“I uh…yes. I just, I couldn’t stand knowing you guys were upset and that I could do something about it. Everyday I could feel your emotions and I just felt so, so guilty that I wasn’t doing what I could to help!” Lance spit out bitterly, rubbing a hand through this hair. 

“Lance… you shouldn’t have done that. Those were our emotions and you shouldn’t just take them from us without even telling us!” Keith yelled, standing up, “You had no right to make that decision!”

Lance looked up at them all, his eyes beginning to glow once again. “What did you want me to do? J-just sit there and let you feel that pain, watch as it festered and boiled inside of you? How could I do that to a person, to my friends?” Lance clenched his fists, his eyes slowly turning to that pale blue color. “Why can’t you just let me feel useful for once?”


Part Three