the red whistle

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Dhole

The dhole (Cuon alpinus) is a canid native to Asia. Other English names for the species include Asiatic wild dog, Indian wild dog, whistling dog, red wolf (not to be confused with Canis rufus), red dog, and mountain wolf. During the Pleistocene, the dhole ranged throughout Asia, Europe and North America, but became restricted to its historical range 12,000–18,000 years ago.

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Yeah, yeah I know they aren’t finished but I’d to get them up here before I forget. I will finish them I swear! It’s just school’s got a lot cut out for me and it’s taking a lot of time out of my day.

But I swear these will be done just gotta get all my work done first!

Not Again Part 1 [Peter Parker x Reader]

Summary: When Peter Parker is called in by the Avengers, the last thing he expects is to come face to face with his first love who disappeared five years ago. The question is: What happened to [Y/N]?

Word Count: 1086

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and torture, badly-written angst

15 year old Peter Parker was lying in his bed, surrounded by pages of Algebra homework. The day had taken its toll on him, so he had fallen asleep halfway through his work. His head was resting on his pillow, his curls falling down his face as he snored lightly.

Ring.

Ring.

“AH!” Peter jumped up, startled by his phone. He quickly rubbed his eyes and reached over to his desk where his phone was buzzing. Without looking at the number, Peter picked up and answered.

“Hello?” he said groggily.

“Peter!” The voice was male and energetic. It was also familiar.

“M-Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“The one and only,” Tony replied. “Now, we have a bit of a situation over at Avengers tower and we could use your help.”

“We?” Peter said, his eyes widening.

“Yep. The Avengers. Now get here ASAP.”

“Yes! Of course Mr. Stark, I’ll be right there!” Peter said, but Tony had already hung up.

“The Avengers need me,” Peter whispered to himself, a smile growing on his face. He jumped out of his bed, tripping on a pair of shoes, and ran to his closet. In the back of his closet was a lockbox with his suit in it. Peter dug to the back of his closet, pulled out the box, and got his suit. He was so excited that he accidentally put it on inside out.

“Crap.” When he finally got it on, he ran to his window and jumped out of it, shooting a web to the building across the street.

“Woohoo!” Peter exclaimed, swinging through the streets of Queens. It took him five minutes to reach Avengers tower. He stopped on the roof of a building across the street from the tower.

“Do I swing up to the top or go in through the front door?” Peter contemplated. “I guess through the front door since it would weird if they had to unlock a window to let me in.” Peter carefully climbed down the building, landing on the concrete sidewalk. He walked to the edge of the sidewalk before stopping because the light was red. He whistled to pass time, ignoring the stares he was attracting from pedestrians. When the light turned green he look both ways, crossed the street, and walked into the tower. He saw Tony in the lobby, waiting for him.

“Oh hey Mr. Stark!” Peter waved at him.

“Spider-man!” said Tony. “Welcome to Avengers tower.”

“Awesome,” Peter said to himself.

“We’ll do a tour later, right now we have business to attend to.” They took the elevator up to the fifteenth floor where the Avengers were waiting for them. Peter took off his mask in the elevator so the team could meet him face to face.

“Nervous?” Tony asked.

“Well I’ve met some of them before. Not officially, but it counts. But yeah,” Peter rambled.

“Alright, kid,” Tony said, patting Peter on the back. “Showtime.” They reached the fifteenth floor and the doors of the elevator opened. Peter stepped out and saw eight people standing in front of him. Black Widow, Hulk, Thor, Vision, Falcon, Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye, and Captain America.

“Good to see you again, kid,” Captain America said, stepping forward and reaching out his hand. Peter’s eyes widened and he quickly grabbed Steve’s hand and shook it.

“C-Captain America,” Peter said.

“Call me Steve.” A huge smile broke out on Peter’s face.

“I-I’m Peter man- I mean Spider parker- I mean-”

“His name is Peter Parker,” Tony jumped in. Peter’s cheeks tinted red and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Peter,” Steve said. “This is Natasha, Bruce, Thor, Vision, Sam, Wanda, and Clint.” Steve pointed to the rest of the team behind him. The Avengers wore kind smiles and waved at him welcomingly.

“Hey everyone,” Peter said, shyly.

“As much as we want to chat with you,” Natasha said, “we have her in the other room.”

“Who?” Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“You’ll see,” Tony said, leading Peter into the next room. In the middle of it was a glass cage. She was sitting in the corner of the cage, curled up in a ball so small that Peter almost hadn’t noticed her. She lifted her head only slightly, but Peter caught a glimpse of her face.
“[Y/N]?” Her head fully snapped up and they locked eyes.

“Peter?” She whispered. Peter ran over to the cage, putting his hand on the glass. She stood up and walked over to him. Peter looked at her closely, taking the cuts and bruises scattered across her face. Her hair was frizzy and all over the place, and her clothes were ripped.

“[Y/N] what happened to you?” Peter asked, his eyes full of sorrow.

“You two know each other?” A voice piped in from behind them. It was Wanda. “We just brought you here because you were the same age. We thought you might get through to her.” Peter turned around to face her.

“We were best friends in elementary school, but the first day of sixth grade, she disappeared.” He paused. “What do you mean get through to her?” From behind the glass, [Y/N] started to laugh. But it wasn’t the laugh Peter used to love, it was something darker, something evil.

“[Y/N]?” Peter asked, his voice a mix of worry and fear. [Y/N]’s eyes slowly turned dark black. The laughter continued as she sank to her knees, banging her fists on the floor.

“[Y/N] stop!” Peter yelled, but he was pulled back by Tony.

“I’m going to kill you all!” She screamed. “I’m going to kill you all!” She began to bang on the glass. A single tear ran down Peter’s cheek as he saw her state. He loved her. And he never got to tell her before she disappeared. He thought he was going to get a second chance, but this wasn’t his [Y/N].

“It was Hydra,” Bruce spoke up. “They kidnapped her, killed her parents, and experimented on her. She’s a weapon.”

“Is any part of her still in there?” Peter asked hopefully.
“We don’t know,” said Natasha. “We knew you’re her age, so we thought maybe she would feel less threatened when we tried to talk to her with you in the room.”

“We have to keep trying.” Peter stated firmly.

“Peter-” Tony began.

“If there’s even a one percent chance she’s in there we have to keep trying,” Peter said. “I’m not losing her, not again.”


Part 2  

Hot head | Montgomery De la cruz

⚠️Mild violence warning, and oh yeah- a shit load of swearing too ⚠️ * Your pov*

You and Hannah burst into the boys locker room. Most of the guys hills red and whistled at you both whilst others hid away- pulling up their short or heir shirts back on. Hannah pulled you through the clouds of sweat and testosterone.

“Y/N, Hannah, you know you can’t be in here” Zach informs you

“Why? Afraid we’re gonna see a bunch of dicks form a bunch of dicks?” You snap

“Nice one” Justin says as he makes his way over to you. You spot Montgomery by the mirrors.

"Of course you’d be at the mirror you vain fuck” you whisper under your breath before storming over to him. He spots you approaching him in the mirror and turns to face you.

“We need to talk” you demand “Like, now”

Montgomery looks at you expectingly then holds his arms wide open “Talk then” before slapping them down by his thighs.

You look around- everyone’s eyes we’re on you. “No-not here”

"Why not?” Bryce questions as he swings his heavy arm over Montgomery’s shoulder. Montgomery folds his arms over his chest “Whatever you have to say. You can say it infringes of my boys”

All the boys murmur in agreement and begin to surround you and Hannah.

"Fine. Why’ve you been ignoring my calls, and my messages and my-

“Here we go” Bryce says- earning a crescendo of deep male laughter from the others.

"You can’t just have sex with a girl then just ignore her!” Yells Hannah

“Hannah?!” You snap

"Shit sorry” she pleads and you sigh

“Babe-baby” Justin says calmly, putting one of his arms over your shoulder. “Montgomery here isn’t the type of guy to be in relationships- and to be honest- your not a relationship type of girl”

You scoff and shrug his arm off your body. What the fuck is that suppose to mean?

“Your a- how can I put his nicely… a one night stand” says Bryce

"A smash and dash” adds Marcus

“Or a hump and dump?” A random jock suggests from across the room

"A hit it and quit it” Justin continues

“Guys. That’s enough” Zach says, joining the circle. You watch Zach, he throws a quick but subtle smile at you but you just cut your eyes at him.

"An ejaculate and evacuate” Bryce adds to the list “Its nothing personal. Don’t take it to heart”

“Nothing personal?” You repeat. You look up at Montgomery “Is that all I was to you?”

He doesn’t respond- he was barley able to look at you.

You continue “Because you we’re so much more to me” All the guys ‘aww’ sarcastically in unison.

"Shut up!” You yell at them. You take a deep breath and hold Montgomery’s hands in yours “And I know how much I mean to you. You wouldn’t have chased me so much if I didn’t mean anything. Remember?”

"No comment” Bryce says, making the others laugh again but you just ignore them.

“We even had sex because I thought it was what it wanted” your voice had risen “I wasn’t ready but I did it for you and now your just gonna treat me like shit?!”

”..Sorry” Montgomery shrugs- no emotion in his tone whatsoever

“Your an ass!” Hannah spits

“And your a slut!” Montgomery snaps back.

Offended. Pissed off. And on the verge of tearing him a new one, you raise your hand and slap him across the face, but before anyone could react, he does the same to you. Stunned, everyone stood silently as you held your cheek which was now tingly and warm.

A few tears began to stream down your face.

“What the fuck Montgomery?!” Alex shouts

"Mind your business Standall!” Bryce yells back

Justin pushed Montgomery against the locker “Never hit a woman. Are you crazy?!”

"Yeah, that’s fucked up!” Marcus added

Hannah grabs or hand and basically drags you out the locker room. You stop outside the nurses office and you just brake down crying.

He hit you and it was embarrassing. He hit you and it was physically painful. He hit you and it ached your heart because all you wanted was for him to love you. When did it get so bad? When did you begin to accept abuse? Other relationships weren’t like this. This wasn’t normal.

“It’s okay- it’s okay” Hannah says as she hugs you. You sob in her arms for a long time before you brake away and wipe away the mascara from your chin. Hannah even wipes a tear from under our eye.

You stare into her bold blue eyes “Thank you Hannah”

Originally posted by chriswoods

When Batman grounds your older brother…

Robin: *studying a case on the Batcomputer*

Red Hood: *whistles “Call Me Maybe” while putting his newly cleaned guns away*

Robin: -Tt-

Robin: *resumes working*

Red Hood: *slides across the cave on a chair with wheels, making screeching sounds*

Robin: Hrrrn. *clenching his teeth*

Red Hood: Hey, Little D –

Robin: Todd, if I must babysit you, you become a hindrance and I can’t have that.


And that is why Bruce came home to see Jason gagged and tied to the giant Joker card.

Midnight Shenanigans (Yondu Udonta x Reader)

Originally posted by aholes-guardiansofthegalaxy

Requested by anon: smutty Yondu x Reader. Something really cool like someone interrupting and him whistling using his arrow to make them leave as he continues doing what he is doing.

-Female Reader-

Warnings: Smut, Shameless Smut, One Night Stand, Public Sex.


The bar was drowning in a fading blue light, hiding the drunken gazes and stolen touches. That wasn’t bothering your mind though. No, your focus was directed towards the blue Centaurian and his boisterous friends laughing and drinking together.

The Ravagers.

You knew of them and what they did. You recognised the flames on their jackets. But none of that concerned you. All you thought about was how goddamn attractive the Ravager captain was.

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Perfect Remedies | Jason Todd x Reader

Description: Jason takes you away from your desk after three days without sleep, at least forty cups of coffee, and six 700-page textbooks. Bless that man.

Words: 859

Notes: I love Jason. Have I mentioned that before? Because I love him. Ask me to pick between the boys and I will AUTOMATICALLY PICK MY JAYBIRD.

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“Jason, I need to study.” You emphasized desperately. Jason continues walking, shifting your weight on his shoulder as he marches out of your hidey-hole in the conservatory of Wayne Manor. You huffed, crossing your arms and staring at the floor as it flies by. You hated to admit it because that meant you would succumb to it, but being carried down the hall over Jason’s shoulder is so much more fun in comparison to studying—even if it’s a subject you love.

Jason couldn’t help but think you’d started to become Tim Drake. Coffee had been your life’s blood for the past three days, and you had stated: “sleep is for the weak” at least twelve times by now. He’d gotten back from patrol maybe a half an hour ago, at two in the morning, and you were still hunched over a textbook by lamplight. It is definitely time for an intervention.

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Physical Education Pt. 1 (Seungcheol Smut)


So we just wanna give everyone a heads up and say that there will be sexual content so if you’re not comfy with that at all, then please click away. but if you’re down for some smut, then you’re at just the right place. ;) DISCLAIMER: ALSO THIS MAY CONTAIN SOME SENSITIVE CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE TRIGGERING SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED BUT you are free to click away if you don’t like it, you don’t have to read the whole thing. thank you ❤


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The Joke Was On Me- Part One (Joker x reader)

Word Count: 3248

Summary: The Joker’s made another one of his threats, and he intends to act on it. You’re caught in the crossfire, and the Joker takes a personal interest in you. He shows you just how quickly your “loving friends and family” would abandon you if they thought you were a freak like him.

Author’s note: Ok, to be honest, this story is going to get very dark. This is meant to be a oneshot for Heath Ledger’s Joker. Once the new batman movie comes out, I’ll have a better grasp of Jared Leto’s Joker so then I might write his character :) The -’s show pauses in between words. Please, give me feedback for the first part to my Joker x reader series (I decided it was going to be way too long to be in one whole part)!

Warnings: Dark Themes, Graphic Gore, Violence, Mass Murder


“Sorry to interrupt your morning entertainment, ladies and gentle-men. The Joker’s here to announce Gotham’s latest news. There has been an incident at Gotham Avenue School. At about two forty pm tomorrow, a school bus was bombed! The assailment hasn’t been found, but this has caused the Gotham Police Department to wonder if the so called vigilante.”

He licked his lips before continuing, ”Bat-man is really working for the good of Gotham city. The day before the attack, the terrorist had threatened to blow the bus up if Batman didn’t reveal his identity at noon. The whole situation could have been avoided if he had just complied with the bomber’s wishes.”

The Joker’s message was broadcasting across all of Gotham’s television screens. It didn’t matter what station it was on previously. The recording was shot solely on his red lipstick lathered lips. The crazed clown bent down so that his eyes were covering the camera’s view, and he laughed like a maniac.

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Yo, so Alex sent me this thing a bit ago and I was DOWN but it got a bit out of control and i struggled a bit, so I hope this ends up being worth the wait. Bless his patient soul. Please enjoy!


Michael sat in an empty warehouse, bound to a metal chair with chaffing bonds, listening to incessant dripping coming from somewhere unseen, and couldn’t hold back his laughter.

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Lebron James bashes Trump for disinviting Steph Curry
Lebron James lashed out at President Trump in response to the president's saying that a White House invitation to basketball champion Steph Curry was "withdrawn."
By ABC News

I’m not a basketball fan (football is the only game I follow), but damn, this totally made my day. I honestly think I want to print out and frame LeBron James’ tweet to Resident Rump calling him “U bum.”

The Golden State Warriors have shown themselves to be a class act by releasing a statement a little while ago saying that they’re still going to go to DC in February, but they will not be going to the White House. Instead, they’re going to have a gathering “to celebrate equality, diversity, and inclusion–the values that we embrace as an organization.”

Just as an aside, in a typical rambling speech full of red meat and dog whistles in Alabama, Resident Rump referred to Colin Kaepernick and others like him who have knelt during the national anthem “sons of bitches” who should be fired by the NFL. NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell game him the smackdown on that (which is good, although he’s done nothing to support Colin Kaepernick getting signed by a new team), and Colin’s mom had the best response on Twitter:

To Autumn

by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,  
        Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;  
   Conspiring with him how to load and bless  
         With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;  
   To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,          
         And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;  
               To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells  
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,  
         And still more, later flowers for the bees,  
         Until they think warm days will never cease,        
               For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.    

   Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?  
         Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find  
   Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,  
         Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;          
   Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,  
         Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook  
               Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:  
   And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep  
         Steady thy laden head across a brook;        
         Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,  
               Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.    

   Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?  
         Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—  
   While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,          
         And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;  
   Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn  
         Among the river sallows, borne aloft  
               Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;  
   And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;        
         Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft  
         The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;  
          And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.