the finding aid

I hate it when revolutionaries oppose state benefits on the grounds that they would delay the revolution by making the poor ‘dependent on the state’. That’s not how reality works. 

If I’m unemployed without benefits, 99% of my day is spend on finding ways to get food, finding ways to pay the gas, finding ways to not get evicted, dealing with the legal consequences of the illegal things I had to do to get food and gas and a home, dealing with the emotional consequences of the things I had to do to get food and gas and a home, etc. Being overwhelmed. being hungry. being cold. 

If I’m unemployed with good benefits, I have food, gas, a home. As a result I have time and energy to go to organizing meetings and protests. I have energy to be a support system for others. I have some spare change to buy the tools I need for activism. If the tools of resistance that I chose are illegal, I have energy to deal with the consequences, to find legal aid, to take a few punches and get back up. 

Life without money is extremely exhausting to the point of killing people and you don’t magically grow a support system when you lose your benefits. Communities where most people are starving rarely grow strong support systems, they often fall apart because no one has the physical or mental energy to do the work of community building and there is not enough strength left in the community to uphold a support system.  

The revolution isn’t a desperate hurdling forward of starving masses using their last bits of energy to overthrow the state. Whoever told you that had a horrible romanticization of poverty and revolution stuck in their had. We fight better when we’re not starving. We build independency better when we’re not starving. And we can best throw of the last shackles of the state when our not starving hands have build an independent support system strong enough to keep us alive. It’s really that simple. 

Blind Beauty [Matt Murdock x Reader]

Requested by anon: “How about the reader sees Matt [Murdock] without glasses for the first time (maybe he is telling them about his abilities?). Bonus: the reader says something about how pretty his eyes are (Charlie Cox’s eyes slay me they are so pretty.)“

A/N: I love Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock he’s perfect! Hope you love this <3

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To say you were nervous was an understatement, even this being your fourth date with Matt it was still nerve wracking. He’s so handsome and you can’t help but feel so bleh sometimes.

“Why are you nervous?” he asked, sitting across from you. Snapping your head up to meet his shaded eyes. “How do you do that?” you laughed, he only smiled and shrugged. “Attorney’s intuition?” offering up an answer.

“Eh I don’t buy it” Chuckling as he reached across the table, signaling he wanted your hand. You complied meeting him halfway. “You’re beautiful” running his thumb over your knuckles.

“How can you know that?” A bashful smile gracing your face. It’s like he could sense that you were feeling insecure.

“I don’t need to see you to know you’re gorgeous” Feeling a feint blush spread to your cheeks. “How do you tell then?”

“The sound of your voice, the way your hand feels in mine. There are little tells that I can pick up on that allow me to form a mental image of you” His hand squeezed yours gently. “You’re sweet” smiling at him. “I have my moments”

After eating and talking about random things you both stood to head out. Him taking your arm with one hand and his cane in the other, leading him out of the restaurant.

You both laughed while walking the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, not a worry coming from either of you. Matt is really something else, so kind and caring. Even after everything he’s lost, his sight, his father. Everything and he’s still so amazing. How’d you get so lucky to have a guy like him?

“Yeah but we’re seriously discussing making t-shirts, ‘Nelson and Murdock Avocados at Law’“ he joked making you giggle beside him. “I’d wear it”

You both laughed before noticing three guys smoking outside a building. “Hey sweetheart” one of them eyed you as you walked by. You just ignored them, “Who was that?” Matt asked leaning toward you, even though he could hear the three heartbeats.

“Just some low lives” you whispered passing by them. He nodded in understanding. “Not worth an argument?” he chuckled making you laugh. “No, not really”

“We’re not worth your time huh?” They quickly cut you both off, making you tug Matt back some. “Look fellas we don’t want any trouble” Matt rested his hand on his cane.

“Well we’re looking for some trouble, teach you both some respect.” the man in the center growled, before his two buddies grabbed you and the middle one pushed Matt into an alley.

“MATT!” You yelled lurching forward but pulled back by the thugs. “Hey hold on their sweet cheeks we’ve got plans for you too” their hands roaming your body as they held you back. “Let me go!” Screaming and trying to get away.

You saw one of the thugs kick Matt to the ribs. “Leave him alone!” only leading the guy to punch him. You watched as Matt spit out some blood before adjusting his glasses and standing up.

Shocked to see him land a precise right hook to the mans jaw. Knocking him out. The other two dropped you before running at him. He swiftly dodged nearly every punch, getting clipped only once or twice. One of them he took out by throwing him against the wall and the other he pushed himself off the wall gaining more momentum in his punch to knock the man out.

He was panting heavily before coming toward you. Still in shock you only stared at him before his knees gave out. You caught him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Helping him to his nearby apartment.

Getting him inside you sat him down on his couch before running into his bathroom. Finding a first aid kit, warm water, and some washcloths. Returning to the couch he stayed silent. 

You took the warm washcloth and began to clean up the cuts on his face, starting with his busted lip. Pulling away to re-wet the cloth he spoke up, “[F/n] I’m sorry” You stopped in your movements, looking up at him. “I should’ve been more honest with you.”

“How did you do all of that?” asking as you returned to wringing out the cloth.

“I may not have my sight but all of my other senses are inhumanly heightened.” he answered. You hummed signalling you understood slightly, “Are you..?” trailing off, but picking up the unspoken though “The devil of hell’s kitchen? Daredevil?” Gently dabbing the rag to his scraped cheek.

He was silent for a moment. “I am”

A silence hung in the air between the both of you. He wasn’t sure what to expect from you, until he felt your hands on his glasses. He allowed you to remove the lenses, hearing your heart speed up. Probably looking at his eyes. “Your eyes they’re…. amazing” a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

But it turned to a somber expression, “I understand if you don’t want to stay with me from now on. I haven’t exactly done the best things with my abilities. If you don’t want to be with me I won’t hold it to you. Do you want to leave?”

You stared at him, a bit astonished by his statement. You leaned forward so your lips were just ghosting over his, “Does this answer your question” whispering before closing the rest of the space. The kiss was soft but was filled with trust and love.

He pulled away, a smile forming on his lips “I’m glad you’re staying”

You giggled, “Thanks for having me” before he connected your lips again. Now learning that he’s not just kind and sweet, but also a hero.

Krazy Kol

Pairing: Kol x Damon x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1147


You’re beyond pissed at Klaus for daggering your boyfriend, Kol, then running off, leaving you on your own for years and years. Klaus is a smart man, because after all these years of searching, you never found him. It was to the point where you almost gave up.

It was Kol that found you. After getting undaggered, Kol dealed with Klaus, making somewhat amends with him, then made it his mission to find you. The mission wasn’t that hard for him because he compelled a ton of detectives to aid in finding you, which luckily, didn’t take long. The rest of the Mikaelsons welcomed you with open arms, letting you move into their mansion that Klaus had built here in the small town of Mystic Falls.

Tonight’s the night of the Mikaelson Ball. Last week you had to drag your boyfriend, Kol with you to find a dress because Rebekah’s been busy lately tending to her own needs, which you completely understood. 

You were with Kol for the first few minutes of the night, then the two of you separated to greet and mingle with the guests. 

You even chatted with Elijah for a bit, then he ended up ditching you to speak with Niklaus. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be found, so you just decided to mind your own business, admiring the light fixture, with your half empty champagne glass in hand. 

A man that you haven’t met yet stops to chat with you. He had black hair, blue eyes and a sharp jaw line. He was good looking and all, but you love Kol. “You look too pretty to be standing here alone.” He smirked. His presence startled you a little.

“Oh really?” You questioned, tilting your head in curiousness.

“And did you, I don’t know, come here alone?” Being very obvious about it, he gave you an elevator look.

You laughed at his attempt to flirt with you. “I live here actually.”

“Oh, so you’re a Mikaelson.” He did quotation marks with his fingers when he mentioned ‘Mikaelson.’

You rolled your eyes at his remark. “No. I’m with a Mikaelson.” You teased, copying his quotation mark fingers.

“Even better.” The dark haired man said sarcastically. You can easily see through him and right off the bat, you can tell he’s one of those sarcastic assholes. This is going to be a fun conversation.

“I didn’t get your name?” You asked.

“Damon Salvatore.”

“Oh, so you’re one of the Salvatore brothers. I’ve heard loads about you. I’m Y/N.” You put your hand out to shake Damon’s, which he was happy to do.


(Meanwhile…)

While this conversation was going on with Damon, you had no idea that Kol appeared nearby with Rebekah, watching the two of you. Only you and his fellow siblings know that Kol can be the crazy jealous type. He’ll go as far as breaking a man’s neck for touching you.

“Who on earth is this bloke breathing the same air as my darling?” Kol asked.

“That’s Damon Salvatore. You don’t remember?” Rebekah was a little surprised that he doesn’t remember seeing Damon before. It was the day that Kol, Finn and Rebekah got undaggered. But, Kol was obviously heating with rage that all he cared about was torturing Klaus that he hadn’t been aware of his surroundings, so I guess it makes perfect sense as to why he doesn’t remember Damon.

“I don’t, quite actually. How about I go over there and rip out his arms.” Kol clenched his jaw, then attempted to walk over to you and Damon, but right before he had the chance to take another step, Rebekah grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Are you mad? Mother will kill you if you ruin her party.” Rebekah snarled. There was no way she was going to let Kol make a scene.

“Fine. I promise I’ll behave, sister.” Kol sighed. He chugged his champagne glass, leaving it empty. Then, he walked over to you and Damon. Setting his glass on the nearest table.


(Back to you and Damon…)

“So which Mikaelson do you have wrapped around your finger?” Damon twirled his pointer finger in the air. “Let me guess, the noble Elijah.”

“Very funny, but no.” You laughed. Never did you find any of the other Mikaelson brothers attractive. Klaus is crazy and vengeful, while Elijah and Finn are just too old for you. Kol was the perfect fit for you. Other than being a psychotic original, he’s charming and he knows how to have fun. 

“I mean come on, he has nice hair and he’s always dressed to the nines. What’s there not to love?” Damon shrugged.

“You’re ridiculous. Stop.” You stifled a laugh.

“What do we have here?” You heard a voice growing closer behind you. You already knew who it was, so you didn’t have to turn your head to look, being that it’s your boyfriend, Kol. Before you and Damon could get another word out, Kol continued. “Oh yeah, you were just leaving, mate.” Kol narrowed his eyes at Damon.

“Kol, stop.” You demanded to your boyfriend. Oh no. Here we go again with his jealousy streak.

“So it’s Kol Mikaelson that you’re canoodling with.” Damon said to you, making a joke out of the confrontation. You admitted with a nod, feeling very uncomfortable about where this is going to go. There’s no stopping Kol once he’s started.

Kol walked up closer to Damon, being just inches away. You sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Perhaps it’s best if you go bugger off elsewhere. We wouldn’t want it to get ugly.” Kol growled, keeping his eyes focused on Damon.

You noticed that a couple of people picked up on the tension between the two men, so you thought of it as your cue to stop it. If Esther was to see this, she wouldn’t take it lightly with Kol. “Okay, that’s enough.” You grabbed Kol by the arm, breaking his view of Damon.

“Whatever.” Damon rolled his eyes at Kol, then walked away to go find someone else to bother. It made you feel relieved that Damon didn’t take it personal.

“Seriously Kol?! You know your mom would probably kill you if you fucked up her party!” You pushed Kol in the chest. The last thing you wanted was to lose him again because of his own flaws, which infuriated you.

“You think I don’t know that, darling? That’s why I didn’t gouge his eyeballs out the moment I walked up to him.” Kol put his hands on your shoulders, calming you down, then he shot you that cute smirk of his which you couldn’t resist, making you quickly forgive him.

“As crazy as you are, I love you to death.” You smiled while shaking your head.

“And I love you, sweetheart. Always and forever.” Kol grabbed your hand, planting a long kiss at your knuckles.

The one where Harry meets the Missus

He dated a bit during his late teens and early twenties, but he never found the person he was looking for. He found girls who wanted him for his physique, name, lifestyle, and some who were genuine but could never figure out how he liked to be loved. He was the affectionate type but with his work schedule, it became difficult to show physical love to his significant other. Harry found ways to show them that he was thinking of them by sending them texts throughout the day to know he was thinking of them, making sure they ate, or were comfortable during tough weeks. It seemed that after a while, they became bored and in the end he was left broken hearted; just like this last time.

He was a person of routine on his days to himself in London town: up by 7am, ate a light snack, run, shower breakfast, work, and repeat. At least, that’s what it has been like the past few weeks and he had grown tired of it. Harry decided to get back into running through the neighborhoods to change things up rather than in the confines of a stale, smelly gym. Working out was his therapy when things got to be too much and he needed the time to focus on himself and his well-being. Running from his home in Hampstead right into Primrose Hill was his favorite route. There was character in London. He loved seeing the little ones and their parents walking to school, the opening of his favorite café where he could choose his own mug, and the delicious smell of bread in the bakery near his home.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when he had his Aha! moment siting in that very café looking out into the colorful homes that lined the street adorned with vines of blooming flowers where realized he had been looking for love in all the wrong places. He needed to fall in love again with himself and the life he built rather than in a person. In his journal he wrote “Finding love within myself, in friends, family, and through experiences rather than forcing companionship. The one will come. Give it time” with a latte stain adorning the top of the page. So he waited, and ran, and worked his bum off, waiting for her to show up.

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Pit-A-Pat (Part 2)

Originally posted by nnochu

fuckboy!jungkook // high school au

PART 1

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Smuttish, Romance

Word Count: 1,665

Description: It all started when Jeon Jungkook moved into the house next door during the first year of high school. His popularity was given as his looks are extraordinary, and not to mention his outstanding grades. Everyone thinks of Jungkook as the perfect person with his good looks, perfect grades, and rich parents. However, Y/N thinks apart from that.

A/N: part 2 after so many months sorry lol


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Ace

It could have been his imagination, but Jin swears he feels the slightest tickle of rain on his face, so he reaches out his hand, palm upturned, to confirm his suspicions.

“Hmm.” He narrows his eyes at his dry hand, then glowers up at the overcast sky and heaves an irritated sigh. The weather forecast had lied. Again. This was the second time this week that, instead of sunshine and high temperatures, they were instead given downpour and gloom. Well, it wasn’t pouring yet, but Jin wasn’t about to get his hopes up.sunshine and high temperatures, they were instead given downpour and gloom. Well, it wasn’t pouring yet, but Jin wasn’t about to get his hopes up.

“Alright boys, let’s pick up the pace. I want to get in at least some practicing before it starts to rain,” Jin calls over to his team, all stretching their limbs and grumbling a collective ‘Yes coach.’ They all look as miserable as Jin assumes they feel and just the tiniest part of him feels almost sorry for making them practice. Almost. The team needs to kick their practicing into high gear if they want to be ready in time for the new season and that meant no slacking, so Jin shakes off the slight guilt with ease.

He instructs half the team to do interval throwing – a partner drill where they throw the ball back and forth - while the other half of the team does base running.

Three rows down, doing the interval drill, Jungkook nurses a wicked headache and catches the ball that comes whizzing at him from the opposite end. He throws it back and Jimin catches it in his glove easily, yawning tiredly and putting little effort into his next throw.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, indigopheonix here! For the Captain America IRC: Team Cap/Team Leverage team-up. (Sorry for the anon, I'm having issues logging in for some reason :/ If you need more info, feel free to send me an ask)

No worries! I love this prompt idea! :D 

“So how do we get your wings back from the government?” Steve asked Sam, sitting back in his chair. He glanced at Natasha, who shrugged.

“I can think of a few ways, but we’d need a bigger crew,” she said.  

“The Avengers?” Steve suggested. Natasha shook her head.

“Clint can be more help to us if they think he’s Hydra,” she said. “Tony’s too high profile, god knows where Thor is. And this isn’t Bruce’s jam.” 

“I think I know someone,” Sam said. “Old friend from my Para days. He runs with some people now, could be able to help.” 

***

In the middle of a board meeting, the man who was about to buy out Megashoes Inc. looked at his cell, held up a hand, and said, “I gotta take this.”

He stepped out into the hallway and answered the phone. “How the hell did you get this number?”

“Hey Eliot,” said the voice of Sam Wilson. “I need a hand.”

***

They met on the tarmac of a private airstrip that Leverage had somehow commandeered, and Steve watched with interest as they disembarked. First off was a messy-haired guy in a rumpled suit; then a guy who was so clearly military he must be Sam’s contact, followed by a gorgeous woman in sunglasses and a tall dark-skinned man with a laptop under one arm.

Then a tiny blond woman emerged, and there was a shriek of pure joy.

“Natasha?” the woman yelled, and Natasha said, “Parker?” in a mixture of pleasure and alarm, and before anyone could intervene, Parker had blown across the tarmac and leapt into Natasha’s arms. 

“This is Natasha!” she said to the rest of her crew, as Natasha put her down. “She’s the best.” 

“I think we can work with these people,” Steve said to Sam. 

***

The strategy meeting could have gone smoother; Natasha was supposed to be the mastermind, but Nate Ford didn’t give up authority with grace, and he had to have his foot stomped on a few times by Sophie before he remembered not to interrupt. 

“So, Sophie, you’ll need to go dress shopping,” Natasha said. “Alec, please build me your best RFID-cracking sports bra.”

“On it,” Hardison said. “I got the helium tanks too.”  

“Parker, check your ropes, learn that new knot. Sam and Steve, Eliot will get you some uniforms, then all three of you need to get the dog. Don’t get a German Shepherd, get a pittie or a big Lab, something they’re not expecting. Mr. Ford, I know it will be a terrible sacrifice to run the show from the van, but someone has to,” she said with a grin. Nate nodded, acknowledging the sarcasm. 

“Say it,” Paker told him.

“No, it’s Natasha’s job to say it,” Nate said. 

“She’s not gonna say it,” Eliot said.

“I’m really not,” Natasha told Nate.

“So I can say it?” Nate asked.

“Oh my god,” Sophie said. 

Nate clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Let’s go steal a superhero.” 

***

“Where are the wings?” the general roared, and his subordinates, who were nominally in command of Ft. Meade, looked at each other.

“There was a woman,” one of them ventured. “I think she was drunk. And – and one of our staff came down with a really, a terrible virus….”

“The pit bull got loose,” the other one said. 

“And by the time we’d finished the evacuation, someone had accessed the storage booth where the wings were – “

“They must be dead, though,” the other one said. “It takes too much training, you can’t just strap them on and fly out. Sir, I really thing the more important thing is that someone filled an entire room with soap foam, like, a whole room – “

“And the pit bull might still be around,” the first one finished.

The general leaned on his desk, knuckles cracking. “I want you to take your thumbs out of your asses and find – “

“Sir,” an aide called. “I think you should see this.” 

He pointed at the television, where blurred footage of a giant air battle was showing. A little line of text in the corner said LIVE FOOTAGE. 

The camera zoomed, briefly, as a man piloting Ft. Meade’s stolen wings zipped through the air. The general’s jaw dropped.

“Sam motherfucking Wilson,” he said. “I might have known. Everyone’s dismissed – get me Washington on the phone!” 

My Hero // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : Jeff gets in a fight with Bryce and he hurt his hand pretty bad . Then I came out of cheer leading practice and see him in the hallway trying to bandage his hand , I go over there and kisses it when I finished helping bandage his hand . Then he kisses me and admits his feeling towards me . The rest is up to you , maybe you can put like why they got in a fight 

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Originally posted by bluerangerpower

Originally posted by suitelikechocolate


Cheer leading practice was exhausting, I pulled my bag over my shoulder and decided against changing out of my outfit.

“See you tomorrow, Sheri?” I asked, passing her by the lockers.

“Yeah. Great job today, by the way. First time flyers are usually paranoid.” The girl laughed lightly.

I smiled sheepishly before waving and leaving the locker room. I stopped in the middle of the hallway, searching for my phone when I heard a grunt. Furrowing my eye brows I turned down a hallway and saw Jeff leaning against the lockers with a pained expression on his face. I’ve known him for a long time, he’s actually one of the only nice jocks in the school. He’s straight up with people, a personality trait that I’ve always been jealous of.

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taking care of peter when he's injured would include...

I’D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE OMG I DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD GET THIS LONG OR ANGSTY 

  • ok so obviously there were some strings attached when it came to dating the hero himself of new york 
  • peter limping to your apartment building, not even swinging over there, because he just took a pretty bad beating and can’t move his shoulder along with a ton of other injuries to his lil body :(
  • him hobbling up your fire escape with little strings of curse words stumbling out of his mouth every time he stumbled up a step 
  • he personally thanks god that you live on the second floor
  • him tapping on your window so gentle you barely hear it but it’s a sound you’ve grown to know 
  • you getting super excited to see your boyfriend, a huge smile on your face when you hop off your bed and jog over to the window
  • all of that quickly disappearing when you take in his appearance 
  • quickly panicking and turning into protective mode when you see the lil angel hurt 
  • he’s holding onto the window with one hand and clutching his mask in the other with a pained expression
  • he’s got a nasty cut covering his left cheek, bruises scattering the sides of his face, and you’re positive there’s plenty of injuries underneath the rest of the suit
  • helping him get into your little room, careful not to wake up your parents, not wanting to have the ‘hey my boyfriend is spidey’ talk at this moment 
  • guiding him super gently to your bed and him just collapsing back from exhaustion and the waves of pain coursing through his whole body 
  • you pressing a quick kiss to his lips before telling him you’ll be right back
  • literally running out of your room to go find an emergency first aid kit, also stopping in the kitchen to get some ice, painkillers, etc 
  • running as quiet as you can without dropping two arm-fulls of supplies
  • seeing him on the bed wincing in pain literally makes your heart sink and you’re positive you feel it crack 
  • setting the stuff down on the bed next to him and climbing onto the bed with him, trying not to hit any parts of his body
  • “baby I’m sorry, but we need to get this suit off of you” 
  • him deflating it and allowing you to carefully pull it off, seeing the scattered bruises and gashes littering his abdomen
  • you’re positive you can feel his pain just by seeing your baby like this 
  • starting with the cuts, cleaning them, making your heart break eVEN MORE when he hisses in pain, because you couldn’t stand hurting the boy anymore than he already is 
  • “I’m so sorry babe, just a few more”
  • him nodding quietly and shutting his eyes trying to not think about it
  • you wanting to ask what happened, but not sure when you should ask
  • him somehow reading your mind with those spidey senses
  • “c-couple of vulture’s guys, don’t worry d-darling, i probably did more damage to them than they did”
  • “dID YOU KILL THEM THEN? PLEASE TELL ME YOU DID.  YOU COULD’VE FUCKING DIED PETER. SO HELP ME GOD YOU DIDN’T GO AFTER THEM BECAUSE I’VE ASKED YOU A MILLION TIMES TO STOP PURPOSELY GOING LOOKING FOR THOSE ASSHOLES.” 
  • your voice starting to raise because you’re so damn scared and hurt to see him like this, it’s like watching your world fall apart 
  • you can feel the tears you’ve been holding back start to fall
  • him noticing it and sitting up slowly, guilt running through him and making his pain almost feel insignificant due to the fact that he thinks he’s the reason you’re crying because he promised himself he’d never drag you into this side of his life
  • “B-baby, please listen to me, I-I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have come here”
  • literally almost getting whiplash from turning your head that quick to look at him with a ‘wtf’ face 
  • “whY wouldn’t you come here? Peter I’m your girlfriend for fucks sake I’m supposed to take care of you”
  • “b-but how can I let you take care of me when i can see it tearing you apart?” in a rEAlly soft voice, his voice cracking off at the end 
  • this statement honestly hits you super hard and before you know it you can feel sobs about to burst out of you
  • you standing up off the bed, making him sit up more and his heart beat pick up insanely faster bc he’s worried you’d walk out the door 
  • “w-w-where are you going?”
  • your back turned to him so he can’t see the painful expression on your face and the sobs quieted by your hand
  • but peter’s smarter than that and can see you shaking
  • honestly he doesn’t even care anymore about his injuries at this point so he gets off the bed and stands behind you
  • “baby-y can you p-please look at me?” tbh his heart feels like it weighs a million pounds due to the guilt coursing through him, even though it’s not like he intended to hurt you, he just didn’t know where else to go
  • you not turning around
  • him grabbing your waist and turning you around to face him and sucking in a huge breath when he sees the agonizing look on your face but you turn your head to ground, embarrassed that he’s seeing this side of you
  • “no no don’t hide from me, please baby, not now”
  • “I’m supposed to be strong for you, I’m supposed to take care of you when you’re hurt and I can’t even do that. I’m a shitty girlfriend” you try to stutter out in between sobs 
  • “hey hey hey don’t talk like that, don’t be ridiculous” him shushing you gently, picking up your head with his hand, “please look at me” and his voice breaking off, due to the tightening and pain in his throat he’s getting from holding back his tears 
  • you shaking your head furiously and pulling away, but him refusing to see you this way any longer so he grabs your face with both hands this time, wiping the fast falling tears with his thumbs
  • pulling you into his chest, not caring about his pain because honestly seeing you this way was 10000x worse than any physical pain he could endure
  • “I-I’m so sorry” you sobbing against his chest, pulling away
  • “No, you stay h-here” he demands, wrapping both arms around you tighter
  • somehow the body contact is mending his heart a lil bit and making some other pain go away
  • you finally pull away after a few minutes when your breathing and sobs have calmed down
  • “what if y-you get hurt worse than i could ever help fix?” you whisper to him, the thought of it making tears fall all over again 
  • him dragging you back to the bed, laying you down, and crawling next to you, pulling you into his arms 
  • “I promise you I’m always going to come back” 
  • and “y-you’re the biggest reason I have to stay alive” 
  • “Peter I don’t know what I’d do without you, I mean, you’re my world” 
  • “m-mine too baby”
  • “promise me you’ll be careful, i’ll always be here to fix you up but i hate seeing you hurt” 
  • “i’ll try my hardest, b-but seeing you hurt like this is worse than any bad guy could ever do to me” and “even the possibility of losing you scares me more than any villain imaginable” 
  • “i’m not going anywhere” 
  • “good…c-can you please hand me some ibuprofen? my adrenaline from that little moment is wearing off…” 
  • “RIGHT, SORRY!!”
  • jumping out of bed literally to finish patching him up 
  • straddling his hips to properly take care of his wounds and him just staring at you, unable to comprehend what he did to land as lucky as he did with you 

Nothing To Fight For || Park Jimin

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst


It had been almost twenty fours hours since you had last heard from him, and you were starting to get worried. There had never been something like this before where you had to wait this long for a response from Jimin. You had tried calling him, tried texting him and texting the others but not a single person was calling you back. You were about ready to rip your hair out of your head as you paced around the penthouse apartment you shared with your boyfriend and his friends.

When you had first originally started dating Jimin and he told you that he was apart of one of the biggest gangs in Korea, you were entirely against it. You had told Jimin to stop contacting you as you didn’t want to be involved in that life. There was not a single part of you that even wanted to be associated with him after that. But somehow over time Jimin had managed to win you over. 


It brought you to where you were now, waiting for him to come home after a deal he had been worrying about like crazy these last few days. Seeing him pace and worry about something like this was new to you as you hadn’t seen Jimin act like this since you had first started dating. You took a deep breath and ran another hand through your hair, trying to ignore the fear that was still trying to creep into the edges of your nerves.

Everything would be okay, you told yourself.

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Blood And Whiskey

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: The Reader gets drunk after a bad hunt

Word Count: about 1.600

Warnings: Underage drinking

A/N: Shoutout to the amazing @nickiwinchester97 because I would have never posted this without her support and encouragement. I love you!!!

Also, this is my first fic, so feedback of all kind is greatly appreciated!

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

“Do you need help patching something up?” Sam asked as he threw his duffel on one of the tables in the library. You shook your head no and went to your room, grabbing a random bottle of liquor from the kitchen as well as a small towel. You didn’t get hurt bad, just a gash on your thigh, you’d be able to fix that yourself.

When you came into your room, you let yourself fall onto the bed. For a few seconds your eyes were closed and it was dead silent, just a small sigh and your breathing filled the room. You were exhausted. It took you days to track those vampires down and when you finally found their nest, they were quicker than you or your brothers and killed the teenagers they’d kidnapped. It was useless.

Your hand ran over your face as you sat up and sighed once more. Okay, you had to admit that the gash on your leg was probably bigger than you had thought. It hurt a lot to get out of your blood covered jeans and you knew that it would hurt even more to disinfect it with the liquor. You took a closer look at it – Whiskey. Jack Daniels to be more precise.

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Witchcraft P.S.A,.

When it comes to sigils for getting into work, let’s say, you cannot expect the sigil to miraculously get you employed.
If you don’t make an effort to get a job, a sigil isn’t going to miraculously land you one. Opportunities fall into people’s laps sometimes, but a sigil won’t make that happen.

They can aid in finding employment, but if you’re not applying for jobs or even looking for work, it won’t happen.

Remember that magick can’t make the phsyically impossible happen, and if you’re not making any effort at all, it’s going to be impossible for you to find work.

My Timeline of Top Surgery & Recovery with Dr. Raphael in Plano, Texas.

This is just a master post of my top surgery experience & recovery. I had double incision mastectomy with nipple grafts in Feb of 2016. I also had lipo. The total was $6,750 ($6,000 for the masc and $750 for the lipo on the sides.)
Pictures will be made available at request.

Pre-Op:

  • Because I do not live in the Plano area I drove 5 hours to Plano the day before my surgery and had my pre-op apt that same day.
  • At pre-op I met with one of the nurses and with Dr. Raphael. This is your opportunity to talk to him about your chest, incisions, to bring up concerns and so on. In my case, my mom asked all the questions because she wasn’t as versed as I was on what was going on. 
  • At pre-op they give you a lot of things to sign, they take before photos, and just go over the basic run down of everything you need to do before surgery.
  • Try to plan your pre-op apt as early as possible that day. You will have to go get your prescriptions the day before your surgery and you don’t want to run into the pharmacy closing on you or any issues with the pharmacy not accepting the scripts. I went to Walgreens to get mine filled and they gave me a hard time which led to an hour run around between Walgreens and the doctors office.
  • I was prescribed extra medicines because I had issues with nausea in previous surgeries. If you have concerns about nausea tell the nurse at your pre op and they will get you what you need to prevent you from getting sick. They will walk you through possible medicines you may need based on your medical history and/or allergies you have.
  • The anesthesiologist will call you the night before your surgery. They will tell you not to eat anything too heavy for dinner and to make sure it is pretty bland. I couldn’t eat any dairy either. Also, clear liquids for the most part. Of course they advised me not to eat after 10pm for safety. 
  • Make sure you have a support system with you. First of, you can not have surgery without someone to be with you but I took my mom, my best friend and his brother with me. The surgery center also will not let you have surgery without people to care for you afterwards.
  • Pack or get yourself some button up shirts. You will not be able to get into t-shirt well if at all that first week or so. If you are trying to get into t-shirts that first week you will more than likely pull something as you are not supposed to be lifting your arms at all. (Think about the arm range of a T-Rex. That will be you.)
  • I am a pretty hairy individual so I shaved my chest a couple days prior to surgery. About a week before surgery you should start prepping your body for surgery. You will wash your chest with Betadine Skin Cleanser. You should get this information when you set your surgery date. If you don’t get it, email the office.
  • You will take 500mg of Vitamin C daily in addition to any multi vitamin you may be taking. DO NOT take any extra Vitamin E because it may cause some bleeding.
  • Do NOT take any aspirin or ibuprofen one week prior to surgery and up to two weeks after surgery. (i.e. Bufferin, Anacin, Advil, Motrin, Datril, Excedrin, Anacin-free, etc.)
  • NO SMOKING. Especially 1 week prior and two weeks after surgery.
  • Also, you will have to stop testosterone 2 weeks prior to surgery.

Surgery:

  • My surgery was at 7am and lasted about 3 hours according to my best friend.
  • When you get there you will check in at surgery check in desk on your right after you go through the doors.
  • When they call you back you will change out of your clothes into the hospital gown and socks. (I took this opportunity to take my last selfie in my binder.)
  • You then will be escorted to your surgery bed. The nurses will get you all cozy and warm (I personally overheat easily so I had to have them cool me down a little bit) and start your IV. The anesthesiologist will make an appearance to just walk you through some things. Dr. Raphael will also come in and draw the incision marks and other surgery related things on you.
  • After everything they will use your IV to put you to sleep and start wheeling you to the surgery room. I remember being wheeled to the back and everyone being all smiles. I knocked out right when then they put me on the surgery table.


Post-Op:

  • I woke up and I only remember them asking me if I wanted something to drink (sprite? ginger ale?). I also remember being wheeled out to the car and my best friend and his brother getting me in the car. I remember being placed in the bed in the room. I remember taking a post op selfie and being able to use the restroom by myself.
  • Wearing sweat pants and/or athletic shorts are a must after surgery.
  • My first meal after surgery was mashed potatoes and gravy. Something pretty light is always best.
  • You can only sleep on your back and you have to sleep elevated.
  • I personally had a problem staying awake the first 3 days after surgery or so. I would fall asleep in the middle of doing things. 
  • You will have a post op the day after surgery. Here they will teach you and whoever taking care of you how to care for your dressings for the next week.
  • Your chest is dressed with pads to soak any blood from your incisions. If you had lipo you will have a half pad on those entry points below incisions. Over that is 2 ace bandages that are wrapped tight to deal with swelling. (They are meant to be tight but if you have trouble breathing then loosen them. They are there for support.) The ace bandages will be wrapped over your chest and your lipo points. The ace bandages stay on majority of the time unless you are changing the pads. DO NOT MESS WITH YOUR TAPES OR ANY OTHER BANDAGES! Only change the pads once a day.
  • Dr. Raphael does not use drains.
  • I developed a minor rash around my lipo points because I had to much moisture there from the neosporin. If that happens to you stop putting the neosporin there.
  • At your one week appointment they will remove the dressings and you will see your chest for the first time.
  • Reveal day is very emotional for most people and I knew that I would forget everything that the nurses told me in terms of my continued aftercare. My tip is to have someone record the entire exchange so you can re-listen to the aftercare instructions later.
  • At one week I was told I could drive again, I could sleep on my sides, I could shower again, and that I could wear t-shirts again. (I personally waited to drive longer than that though because I did not feel comfortable at all.)
  • You will continue to wear the ace bandages for a month. It’s hard to think about binding after surgery but its to contain swelling, so don’t cheat your recovery.
  • For your nipple care, you will be given Adaptic (non-adhering dressing) that is meant to keep your nips moist. you will apply some vasoline to the Adaptic. Then you cover that with a gauze pad and medical tape or fabric tape. (All things you can find in the first aid aisle at the store. The nurses will give you some to get started.) You will do this until you run out of the Adaptic they give you. Which should be about a month to 6 weeks.
  • The tapes on your incisions will fall off on their own. Don’t pull them off. They should all fall off on their own around 4 weeks to 6 weeks.
  • After they fall off you will place provided silicone strips for your scars for a while.
  • At the time of surgery, I was delivering pizzas for a living. I will admit that I jumped the gun on returning to work too early. I ended up going back after 3 or 4 weeks. When you can go back is determined by what kind of work you can do.
  • At 6 weeks, my left nipple looked to have healed wonderfully. I pulled the last of my visible sutures, as instructed, that day. My right nipple still had a little spot to heal but seemed to be healing just fine.

Random Tips:

  • If you have a hard time taking pills like I do. You can try taking them with apple sauce.
  • Make sure you have Miralax and Fiber. Pooping after surgery is really important because the pain meds will stop you up.
  • Don’t over do it. Sit down and rest. I am the type of person that will do everything but I can not stress how important it is to sit down and rest and not try to be Superman. Watch your range of motion, even if it feels, “just fine”. It will have effects on your healing.
  • Netflix. Netflix. Netflix.
  • I don’t hear this referenced too much but for those of you who play instruments, I play violin among others, I would suggest waiting the entire 6 weeks before playing again. 

The nurses will honestly give you everything that you need for recovery. There is no need to worry about recovery supplies. They really give you everything. Make sure you read all of the paperwork they give you in terms of pre op and post op. I did have surgery in Feb of 2016 so things make have slightly changed. This is also MY experience and MY experience alone. My health is different than yours so please listen to the nurses and doctors. I shared my experience to help others have an idea on what to roughly expect.

If you have any questions, feel free to message me or send me asks!

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caregiver space advice ♡

just like littles, it’s difficult for caregivers to get into their space sometimes so here’re some tips & tricks !!

start with downtime | whether they enter little space through excitement, an age regressor, or just because they want to, spend the first 30 minutes doing calm activities with your little. lay together on the floor while coloring, cradle them with a warm bottle, turn on a cartoon while you sit together in bed. easing them into little space will help you ease into your space as well & having a calm atmosphere will give you more time to register your role.

skim through actual parent blogs | some days, caregivers aren’t in the mood for responsibilities. you need to be responsible at work or college so admit it: you get tired. actual baby bloggers don’t have a choice because their little is always little so looking through their articles can motivate you & help spark your need to care for something just as precious as an actual baby.

talk in 3rd person | refer to yourself as your title. a lot of caregivers do this anyways, but you can never have too much of it. ask your little for kisses, tell them you love them & are proud of them, baby talk, etc. in 3rd person while they’re transitioning into little space.

please remember that what works for me might not work for you. these are just tricks that help me get into caregiver space faster/easier so try them all or pick & choose. don’t give up if some don’t work out, you’ll find aide eventually, i promise !!

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Cinema (M)

Originally posted by fawnave

Genre: Smut

Summary: At a movie premier you meet your ex / good friend, Jin. As complicated as your relationship with him is, it get even more complicated when he convinces you to ditch your date and spend some time with him. (Previously posted on Suganeedsanap)

Warnings:
None (unless you scared of big dick Jin)

Word Count: 4,352

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

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