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I may or may not have spent the past day trying to map out the Bunker.

This may have involved watching every scene in the bunker since season 8 up till current. Yes, within the last 24 hours.

I may have come to the conclusion that this is impossible.

Sam’s bedroom keeps moving where it is in the bunker. Doors appear and disappear. Doors are placed in walls where they can’t logically go anywhere. Directions are given to rooms that don’t exist. (There aren’t four doors on the left down that hall Sam I counted there just aren’t.) One room may be four separate and distinct locations. There doesn’t seem to be anything on the top of the map, yet I know of three rooms that have to be there. There’s at least one basement and one upper floor. I can’t find the stairs.

Don’t ever try to make sense of the Bunker. Save yourselves.

Help A Buddy Out

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So its a lot of words. but its a quick read cause its in sections. I just thought it was kind of a cute idea :D Not my best ever, but I still wanted to post it cause why not? It may make one person smile… maybe haha ;D


— You and Bucky are roommates and you ask for him to teach you to be better at sex so you can please another guy —

“Y/N!” You heard your roommate shout from across the apartment. “Have you seen my shirt?!”

“Why of course, I know exactly what you do with all your shirts. What type, what color, what brand are you looking for? Wait, let me just look into my Bucky Barnes archives…” You shouted back with way too much sass.

A shirtless Bucky poked his head around the door of your bedroom. “Hardy har har.” He returned before coming fully into the room. “You’re overly sassy for no apparent reason. What’s going on?” He strutted over to the bed and took the book from your hands as he sat down. “Chaucer?” he questioned. “You only subject yourself to Chaucer when you’re in a bad mood.”

“Yea, well I had a change of heart.” You retort as you try to snag your book back. He pulled it further from your reach. “Buck, give me my book back.”

“No, not until you tell me why you’re in full sass mode today.”

“Well, then I’ll never get it back.” You sighed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned back against the headboard.

“C’mon Y/N. I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.” He spoke as he smiled one of his killer ‘your panties just melted’ smiles. Except, you knew when he smiled like that to you, it was merely platonic. Which sucked.

“Ok fine” you huffed out. “The truth is…” you began as you sat up. “Steve is my best friend.”

Bucky let out a frustrated groan and threw your book back in your general direction. “As if. You know you like me better.” He stood in front of you and stared down; His eyes traveling up and down your body. “If you don’t tell me then I’ll just tickle you until you do.”

You made a face at that. “Don’t do that.”

Bucky started to walk towards the side of the bed where you sat. “You’ve left me with no choice, Doll.” He got closer and grabbed your arm as you tried to scramble away.

“OK, OK!! Don’t do it. I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” Bucky released you from his grip.

“There. Was that so hard? Now spill, Doll. Whats going on?”

You sat up once again and brushed your fingers through your hair. “Fine, but stand over there.” Bucky’s eyes travelled to where you pointed.

“You want me to stand in the corner?” His ‘you-cant-be-serious’ look took over his face. “You cant be serious.”

You sighed as you began to explain. “I need you to be as far away from me as possible when I tell you this. Its embarrassing.”

Bucky crossed his arms and began to retreat to the corner. “Fine. Makes total sense, Weirdo.”

You ignored his comment and pulled your knees up under your chin. “Ok. There is no easy way to say this so im just gonna do it.” You sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know how to have sex. Not well anyway. I have this date with this guy on Friday and its going to be the third date. Everyone knows the third date rule! I don’t want to suck.” You finished with a deep breath, recovering your oxygen levels from your intense rambling.

“You’re still going out with that guy?” Bucky demanded as he began to near you again.

You pointed your finger back at him. “Stay! And yes I am.”

“Why the fuck–?” he started but caught himself before he revealed too much. “Y/N, look, sex is sex. Its, uh, its not that big of a deal. Im sure youll be great.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s a huge deal, Buck! HUGE! Its sex!”

“You’ve had, uh, sex before right?”

“Twice.”

“Twice.” He repeated.

“Yes, twice. I’m going to suck. I know it.”

“Youre not going to suck. It’s not possible”

“How would you know, Buck? Its not like we’ve had sex.” Bucky couldn’t argue with that, they hadn’t, despite how much he wanted to. “Which is why I’m asking you to help me.” You said, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts. “I want you to make me better at sex.”

Buckys head shot up from the direction of his feet, eyes wide. “WHAT?!”

“Please Buck, you said it yourself: sex is sex. Whats the harm if you teach me the ins and outs of it. No pun intended.” You smirked to yourself.

“You’re my best friend!” he spoke in an attempt to find an excuse.

“Friends have sex all the time. You’d just be helping a friend out.”

Bucky thought of another excuse. “What makes you think I can teach you anything?”

You chuckled “I think the plethora of random girls that scream their heads off in pleasure and beg for more is enough for me to know how good you are.”

Bucky blushed. “You hear that?”

“They’re like banshees, Bucky.”

“Are not.” He huffed

“Are too” You returned. Bucky crossed and uncrossed his arms before shifting his weight to his left foot. “Bucky, please. We are always there for each other when the other needs something.”

Bucky let out a sharp laugh. “Yea, but usually its when you want me to pick up your prescriptions from the pharmacy or fix the plumbing.”

“Buck, I need you. I know this is slightly different, but whats the harm?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time. “I have to go meet Steve. Just let me think about it.” He pocketed his phone again and turned to leave the room.

“Don’t forget a shirt!” You called after him.

Bucky opened the door to the café and scanned the room for his friend. When he saw the over compensating build and light hair he started towards one of the window tables. “Steve.”

Steve looked up from his view of the city and smiled as he saw his oldest friend. “Bucky, its good to see you.”

Bucky took a seat opposite of Steve and ordered a coffee when the waitress came around. “Hows things?”

“Great.” Steve began. “Sharon is great. We got a cat.”

Bucky chuckled. “A cat? Since when are you a cat person?”

“Since Sharon is a cat person.” He smirked. “But, whats going on with you? Hows Y/N?”

“Funny that you bring her up.” Bucky said before he smiled and thanked the waitress for his coffee.

“Oh yea?” Steve smiled. “Finally tell her how you feel, did you?

“Yea right. Cause that would go over soooo well.”

“Oh c’mon man, you’ve liked her since she moved in.”

“Doesn’t matter, she doesn’t feel the same. She, uh, asked me this morning to help her become a pro at sex.”

Steve choked on his coffee and reached for a napkin to clean the drops from his chin. “What!?”

“Yea.” Bucky signed and sipped his drink

“What exactly does that entail?”

“She wants us to have sex.” Bucky replied nonchalantly. “She wants us to have sex until shes good at it, apparently.

“Wow. Why?”

“Shes got this date on Friday. Says it’s the third date so they HAVE to have sex for some stupid reason.” He huffed.

“Well,” Steve started “Think of the Bright side: Youll get to have sex with the girl you love.”

“Smooth attempt at making me feel better, pal, but there is no bright side. She wants me for the wrong reason. Its not like she loves me back.”

“All the more reason to tell her. Maybe she just hasn’t thought of you in that way yet and telling her may open her eyes.”

“I don’t know, man. Shes pretty determined. I think if she liked me she’d know.”

“Just think about it, Buck”

“Its all I think about. Which makes me think I cant go through with this.”

“Oh, you definitely cannot go through with this.”

Bucky reentered his apartment after a long and thoughtful conversation with Steve. He had a very valid point: there was no way Bucky could go through with this, but the more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want to disappoint Y/N.  She felt insecure and that was the last thing Bucky wanted. So he could do this just once, right?

“Bucky?” Y/N called, stepping out of her bedroom. “Are you alright? You seem a little dazed.” She continued once she saw his facial expression.

“Yea well what do you expect?” Bucky mumbled to himself as Y/N entered the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

“Did you say something?”

“What? No.” He hurriedly spit out. Y/N returned her attention to the coffee maker. “So, I was thinking…” she met his eyes as he continued. “We could try what you proposed. Just once. I’ll tell you what you want to know from that one time, but no more. Deal?”

Y/N squealed in appreciation. “Oh Bucky, you have no idea what this means to me. Thank you so much.”

She jumped into his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. “Yea. I mean what are friends for right?”

“Right!” she smiled. She was so beautiful that he almost kissed her right then and there, but he quickly stepped away.

“So, uh, how do you want to go about this?” Bucky questioned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I say we just jump into it. I mean, this is practically for science. No need to beat around the bush.”

Bucky felt his heart crumble just a bit. Hearing her say those words was the last thing he wanted. If anything, he wanted this to mean something to her in the slightest. But clearly it didn’t. “Alright.” He spoke clearly frustrated. He reached for the hem of his shirt and aimed to pull it over his head, but was stopped by Y/Ns soft hand on top of his.

“Let me.” She lifted his shirt off for him and Bucky thought he had never been more turned on. Y/N pulled hers off and slipped out of her sleep shorts then turned and strutted off into her bedroom.

“Jesus.” Bucky mumbled as he followed after her.

When he stepped through the door, she was standing there waiting for him in just her underwear. He eased himself closer to her and she reached for the belt around his hips. ‘This is so bad’ he thought as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to him. She looked into his eyes and down to his lips. Slowly, she reached up and pressed her lips to his in the softest of motions. Bucky fell completely into it and Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, but Bucky pulled away. He couldn’t do this. It just wasn’t right.

“Bucky?” she whispered as she placed her hands on either sides of his face. “Whats the matter?”

Bucky gripped her hands in his own and removed them from his face. “I cant do this.” He spoke so quietly; it was practically to himself.

“What?” Her face twisted in concern.

“I cant do this.” Bucky said a little louder so she could hear him, but this time it was laced with a bit of frustration.

“Why?”

Bucky took a few steps away from her. “I just cant.” He grabbed for his shirt, but Y/N stepped up into his space and grabbed it from him before he could put it on. “Y/N, give me my shirt back.”

“No, Buck. Not until you tell me whats going on.”

“Fine, keep it.” He huffed as he headed for the door.

“Bucky!” Y/N yelled after him. “Bucky, wait!”

Y/N chased him out the door and into their tiny living room. She grabbed his arm to keep him from getting further away from her. “Y/N, Stop!” Bucky yelled as he tried to break free from her grasp. She was deceptively strong.

“Bucky, please just tell me whats going on.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. It almost broke his heart. “Please.” She whispered. Bucky turned to face her with a cold expression on his face. He figured it was better than showing her his true emotions in this moment. ‘Did I do something wrong?” He met her eyes in shock. That was the last possible problem. “Do you not want me?” Slowly, tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Bucky sighed. “That is not possible.” He whispered

“Which?” she questioned

“Neither. You didn’t do anything wrong and its definitely not because I don’t want you, OK?” He reached up and brushed the tears from her cheeks.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing, Y/N”

“Youre lying.” She was starting to get angry.

“No, Im n-“ he started, but was interrupted.

“Yes, you are!” Y/N was a full on mix of pissed and distressed. “Tell me!” she yelled.

“Y/N” Bucky sighed

“TELL ME!” She screamed again.

“I LOVE YOU!” Bucky yelled in her face before he’d even realized what he was doing. He breathed heavily, eyes looking directly at her before he stepped back and looked to his feet. “I love you.” He spoke again, much quieter.

“Bucky..”

“No, just don’t.” Bucky rushed past her back to her room and put his shirt back on. When he got back to the living room, Y/N was still standing there in shock. “I have to go.” He grabbed his keys of the hook and slammed the door, knocking Y/N out of her shock.

Sharon opened the door to her and her boyfriends apartment to find Bucky standing in the doorway, his head hung low, soaked to the bone. It must’ve been pouring outside. “Bucky, come in.” When he didn’t make a move to enter the apartment, she grabbed him by his arm and slowly pulled him inside. “Steve!?” she yelled “Can you come here?”

Steve walked out from their bedroom. “Yea, babe- Bucky?”

“He just showed up. Im going to go get some towels and an extra shirt.” She said ask she walked Bucky over to the couch and helped him sit down before walking to the bathroom. Steve inched closer to his friend and sat down across from him.

“Buck?” he spoke, but got no response. “Bucky?” he tried again. “What happened?”

Bucky looked up from his hands, but refused to meet Steve’s eyes. “I told her.”

“Well, that’s good isn’t it?” Steve questioned.

“No, Steve, its not. We were about to have sex.”

“You were going to do it!?”

“Just once. She was doubting herself and you know how I get when she does that. I was only going to do it once and help her. I thought I could suppress my feelings for one time.”

“Bucky…”

“I kissed her once and I couldn’t do it. Before I knew it, I was yelling that I love her and now im here.”

Steve placed a hand on his friends shoulder as his girlfriend returned with the shirt and towels. She placed them next to Bucky to use as he needed.

“What did she say?” Steve asked.

“Nothing.” Bucky sighed. “She just stood there. So I left. Well, actually I started to leave the second after I told her.”

“You didn’t give her a chance to say anything?”

“I couldn’t, Steve. I just had to get out of there.”

“Oh, Buck.” Steve started “Just stay here tonight, ok?” he sighed. “But tomorrow you have to talk to her.”

Buckys eyes widened. “No, Steve. I cant.”

“You can. And you will. She is the only girl you’ve ever given a fuck about, never mind the fact that she and Sharon get along great. You’ve made yourself a nice little mess and you’re going to fix it so we can all still be friends. Im too used to our little foursome now to have it fall apart at the seams.”

“Arent you the one who told me to tell her how I felt?”

Steve stood from his chair. “Yea. I was thinking more of a sweet scenario where you buy her flowers and don’t bolt after you tell her.”

Bucky grumbled and wrapped a bright, pink towel around his shoulders. “Well you didn’t specify.”

“I figured it was implied, Buck” Steve began to turn towards is bedroom. “Couch is all yours for tonight. Enjoy, stretch out, think of ways to get your girl. But im gonna turn in. My lady is waiting.”

Bucky made a face. “Steve, I swear if you guys have sex 20 feet away from me…”

“Chill Buck, Sharon and I are hardcore cuddlers.”

“That’s almost worse.”

“Oh please, Buck if you had Y/N you’d cuddle nonstop.”

“Don’t remind me that I don’t have her.” Bucky returned as he stretched out onto the couch.

“Goodnight Bucky.” Steve sighed and retreated to his bedroom where is girlfriend waited for him. Lucky bastard Bucky thought.

Bucky jolted awake at the sound of 3 sharp knocks. He could have sworn he imagined it and was getting ready to settle back into sleep when he heard it again. He grabbed his phone from his pant pocket which had long been discarded onto the floor halfway through the night. It was 3:30 am. What the hell. Bucky groaned as he sat up and walked his shirtless, underwear clad body into Steve and Sharon’s room. Sharon was nestled up against Steves side and their cat sat on his chest, rising and falling in rhythm with Steves breathing. Bucky shuffled forward to Steves side and nudged his shoulder until he woke up.

Steves eyes slowly opened and looked into those of his best friend. “Bucky, what the hell?”

“Little early for cursing don’t you think, Cap?”

Steve sighed and laid his head back on his pillow. “What do you want, Buck?” He whispered in an effort not to stir his girlfriend.

“Theres a knock on your door” Bucky spoke nonchalantly as he pointed in its general direction.

“What?”

“Theres a knock-“ Bucky started but what interrupted by the knock itself. “See?”

Steve sat up slightly, causing the cat to jump of his chest and Sharon to slowly shift in her sleep. “And you woke me because…?”

“I don’t know. Its 3:30 am. Its dark. Im vulnerable. It could be a psycho killer and im not in the mood.”

Steve pushed the sheets of his legs and sat up. “Are you kidding me, Buck? Youre the fucking winter soldier.”

Steve began to walk towards the door as the knocking continued with Bucky hot on his heels. “Yea, well you’re Captain America. We are equally as capable of opening the door, but this is your apartment so I figured id let you. Just in case it is a psycho killer, youd be able to say you defended your own domicile.”

“Gee thanks.” Steve huffed as he reached for the doorknob. The door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Y/N in none other than her pajamas. Bucky and Steve stared at her for a moment before Steve turned to Bucky. “Well, it’s for you. Totally get why you were scared though. She looks like a murderous demon.” Steve sighed sarcastically. “Im going back to bed. Lovely to see you though Y/N. Sharon misses you like crazy. I mean it’s been like what, 3 weeks since we’ve seen you. Crazy how time flies, we should really-“ Steve continued before being interrupted by Bucky.

“Steve go to bed.” Bucky spoke without taking his eyes off Y/N.

“Oh geez, fine. Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Steve. “Y/N returned with a feeble smile.

Once Steve was definitely in his room, Bucky turned back to face Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“Bucky, we need to talk.”

“Look, Y/N if this is about earlier then theres no need. I-“

“I love you, Bucky.” Y/N interrupted.

It was Buckys turn to stand there in shock.

“Bucky?”

Bucky snapped back to his senses and was less than pleased. “Is this some kind of sick joke to you? That’s really low Y/N. I spill my guts and you have the audacity to make fun of me for it.” Bucky turned back into the apartment but Y/n followed him in, shutting the door behind her.

“Bucky, im not lying.”

“You are too. You are supposed to go out on a date this weekend. You don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t date that idiot.”

“Bucky you said you love me and you had sex 3 days ago. Not with me, I might add.” Y/N replied laced with a little frustration.

“So? I had to get my frustrations out somehow. I’m not the one who suggested we have casual buddy sex.”

“Bucky, I was just really confused ok? I really thought that if we had sex once that I’d get over you. I don’t even have a date this weekend. I broke up with Mike after he slapped our waitress’ ass as she walked by on our last date.”

“Prick” Bucky mumbled. “So you tricked me into sex?”

“Tricked is such a harsh word.”

“But an accurate one” Bucky finished.

“We didn’t even have sex Bucky. I didn’t even think id be able to go through with it. I just wanted to propose the idea to see how youd react. To see if you wanted me too. I almost died when you pulled away from me.”

Bucky looked up into her eyes. “Yea, well you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

Y/N detected a hint of anger in his words. “Are you actually mad at me? Bucky, we love each other. Or at least we did a couple hours ago.”Bucky refused to speak. It lasted so long that Y/N turned to leave. “Fine, Bucky. Ill just go” Y/N was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. She looked up and Bucky pulled her to him, kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/N kissed back with as much ferocity as she could. It was passionate and sexy and melting. Y/N had wanted this for so long and it was amazing. They pulled apart only to breathe and Bucky brushed his fingers through her hair.

“We love each other?” He spoke as he rested his forehead on hers.

“Yea, we do”

“I cant believe it.” Bucky chuckled. “I’ve been in love with you since you moved in.”

“Two years, Four months, and eighteen days.” Y/N whispered.

“What?” Buckys head snapped up in shock.

“That’s how long we’ve lived together.”

“Wow.” Bucky stepped back from her embrace and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“I know because that’s how long ive loved you too.”

“WHAT?!”

“What?”

“You’ve loved me that long too? You had a boyfriend when you moved in.”

“I know, which is weird now that I think about it because he let me move in with another man. He said he wasn’t worried, but he should have been.”

“I’m the reason you dumped that guy a month after you moved in?” Bucky questioned. Y/N only nodded in response. “I cant believe it.” Bucky sighed. “I hated that guy!”

Y/N giggled and moved to cup his face with both hands. “That’s what he told me.”

“Oh, yea right. How would he know?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it either, but he insisted that you liked me and wanted to kill him with your metal arm.”

Bucky chuckled and crossed is arms over his chest. “Well, the guy wasn’t as big of an idiot as I thought.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Y/N laughed.

Bucky grabbed Y/Ns hand and walked her over to the couch. He laid down and pulled her on top of him.

“Bucky what are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to sleep with the girl I love.” He replied as he readjusted his pillow.

“Um, shouldn’t we go home? You know, since you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“Oh please, doll. I was never mad at you. More just mad at myself. Also, Sharon and Steve miss you didn’t you hear? And all I want to do is take you home and stay in bed with you for days, but I figure I owe them a favor for letting me stay and whine. So, tomorrow we can all go out and they’ll stop complaining about never seeing you, THEN we will stay in bed for days.”

“Ah, great plan, Barnes.”

“Yea, I thought so.” He smiled his cheeky grin. “But for now we will sleep together and actually sleep.”

anonymous asked:

can you imagine if the bus hit a bump. dan would hit his head on the ceiling because he's so tall. rip to him

dan would hit his head and phil would fall backwards out the door… why isnt he holding onto anything its giving me anxietea

Their 1 year old son says the f word infront of his parents/in-laws (GOT7)

JB: -he would instantly feel embarrassed when your son even knew how to probably use it when he dropped his toy he was going to give to his grandpa- “well”

Originally posted by wuseokkie

Mark: -his dad would instantly tease him before he would slowly move towards your son- “why would you say that? We said that’s a no no word”

Originally posted by tepangel

Jackson: -he would be very embarrassed when his son swore infront of his in-laws. He didn’t even know your son knew the word until then- “buddy why do you know that word?”

Originally posted by got7official

Jinyoung: -he would be ready to leave the house after your son swore. He would pick your son up and head to the door- “we’re gonna go on a walk and talk about this”

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae: -he would look at you as you two would feel embarrassed that your son even knew the word and said it infront of his grandparents- *gif*

Originally posted by choiyoungjaeappreciation

BamBam: -he would look at your son then look at you as you two sat with your parents- “which one of us taught him that?”

Originally posted by j-miki

Yugyeom: -he wouldn’t be sure what to do because it was all his son could really say and didn’t understand not to say it yet- “we aren’t sure how to stop him”

Originally posted by nguyentuti

anonymous asked:

Hm what would be if the chocobros having a crush at cor's daughter and they try to ask her out for a date but they have to pass cor first? x"D

This was cute! A fun little drabble starring a very grumpy Cor and a very skittish Gladio.

Gladio gripped the steering wheel of his car, his palms damp with sweat. He took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, glancing at the front door of the house. He leaned his head back against the headrest and decided to just go for it.

He got out of the car and strode up the steps to the porch and knocked on the door before he lost his nerve. After a few seconds, it opened.

He was greeted with the stern face of the Marshal.

“Gladiolus,” he greeted. “To what do I owe this home visit?”

Gladio gulped and willed himself to speak. “Can we talk for a second? Privately?”

Cor regarded him curiously, but moved aside to let him in. He led him into the house towards the living room. The house itself was very clean and organized, everything in its rightful place. There were a few mounted katanas on the walls, and framed photos lined the hallways.

He opened a set of doors and Gladio into his den, shutting them behind him. The room had deep red walls, with black bookshelves that were filled with countless books stacked side by side. There was a solid dark mahogany desk with ornate carvings along the sides, with papers that Gladio assumed were reports stacked in neat piles. Cor went around the desk to sit in his black leather chair, and gestured for Gladio to take a seat in one of the chairs opposite. He leaned back, his hands tapping against the arm rests.

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

Gladio sat down slowly, avoiding eye contact with the Marshal at first. He snuck a glance and saw Cor’s brow furrowed, the lines on his forehead creasing with concern.

Gladio opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again and scratched at the back of his head.

“Out with it, son. You’re doing a fantastic impression of a fish.”

“I came to ask permission to court your daughter,” he blurted, leaning forward slightly in his seat as if the words had propelled him towards the desk.

Cor’s expression didn’t change. His brow remained furrowed, but he calmly, and very deliberately, leaned forward in his chair until it creaked its way back to ninety degrees. Then he brought his elbows to rest against the wood of the table, his hands clasped together at his lips.

Gladio felt himself beginning to sweat. He knew where the exits where, and was contemplating a hasty escape.

“I’d like you to repeat yourself, please. Slower.”

If Gladio hadn’t been nervous before, he was terrified now. Cor’s light blue eyes pierced into his like sharpened daggers, watching him like a predator stalks its prey.

“I wanted to court your daughter,” he said, “I came here to ask for your permission.”

Cor narrowed his eyes at him. “You care for her?”

“Very much, sir.”

“For how long?”

Gladio did a mental calculation. “Honestly, since the day I met her ten years ago,” he confessed. “Ever since I was a little kid.”

Cor sat a little more upright in his chair. Glad took it as a good sign.

“Do you plan on hurting her?”

“No,” Gladio replied immediately. “Of course not.”

“You know that if you were to ever hurt her in any way, you would have to answer to me?”

“Yes sir,” Gladio replied. “Though, honestly, she has your genes so I’d be equally as afraid to answer to her.”

Cor snorted—actually snorted—and leaned back in his seat.

“You’re a good man, Gladiolus,” he stated. Gladio felt himself relax, just slightly. “And a good match for my daughter. However—”

The fear returned as Cor leaned forward again. “If you ever lay a hand on her to harm her, or if you break her heart…I will find you. And the result will not be pleasant. Am I understood?”

Gladio sat up pin-straight. “Yes sir. Understood.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Cor’s lips, but barely. “Go on then,” he waved him away. “I’m sure she’s waiting outside, listening in on this conversation.”

Gladio got up and opened the doors. You were standing there, a smile spread wide across your face. You jumped into Gladio’s open arms and he swung you around slightly, and you couldn’t help but giggle. You caught the expression on your father’s face and he winked at you, grinning as well.

“Don’t make me regret this,” Cor called as you and Gladio left the room, hand in hand.

anonymous asked:

Hello there! First I just wanted to say how much I appreciate the work you're doing and the amazing dedication, I'm incredibly grateful to you. I hope you could help me with a little curiosity about dwarves military organization. You think they would train for war together and maybe start before they are battle ready? There would be a military academy or something like that? And would they have ranks?(Sorry if you already answered this questions) I wish you a great day, thank you again

Well met and thank you for those kind words Anon.

I personally believe military training schools (or academies if you like) would have been present in every dwarvish hall large enough to support one.  

My logic behind this is this…. 

Firstly, we know that during the Battle of Azanulbizar (T.A. 2799), the final battle in the War of the Dwarves and Orcs, Dain Ironfoot hewed off Azog’s head before the doors of the East-Gate. We also know that dwarves are physically adult at the age of 40 (HoME), yet Dain Ironfoot was only thirty-two at the time, hence one can understand clearly why this act was heralded as a magnificent feat, especially for one so young.

Though dwarves (and Dain in particular) are know for their great strength, it is hard to believe that Dain would have had little or no training and yet managed to accomplish such a feat.

Furthermore, we know from The Lord of the Rings, Appendix A, “Durin’s Folk” that Gloín (Gimli’s father) was also present at the Battle of Azanulbizar, yet he was even younger than Dain, only sixteen at the time. Though we can assume it would not have been the norm of using dwarves so young in their battles, we know that Gloín was there and very likely took part in the battle. 

So, considering the importance of this particular battle it was possible that even those in training (which Gloín likely would have been at that tender age) were summoned to battle. This, even more than Dain being at this battle, leads me to believe that dwarves started to train their sons in the art of warfare from a very early age (as soon as they were no longer considered children in fact).

Now, it is often easy to forget that a dwarvish “sixteen-year-old” or “thirty-two-year-old” do not equal a mannish  “sixteen-year-old” or “thirty-two-year-old”. For dwarves these are both still teenagers, one a very young teenager, while the other one nearing physical adulthood.

I’ve added a graph of age comparison between men and dwarves (from a file I once made but never finished - it is on my todo list to finish, I promise), based on all we know from Tolkien’s writings.  So it seems logical that between the age of 15 and 30 dwarves would have been trained in the use of axes, swords and overall battle tactics and could be called to war. Not only does this fit with what Tolkien wrote, but it also fits with real life cultures that were often used as inspiration for Tolkien’s dwarves; to become a warrior among the Vikings for instance one could be as young as 12 years old. Similar accounts can be found among the ancient Israelites (the jews often being a source for Tolkien’s dwarves).

Now, concerning your second question, about ranks.  We know only of one rank clearly, which is that of Uzbad (”Lord”), though considering the organisation of dwarves in battle other ranks would seem not only logical but very much required.  To determine if there would have been other ranks we need to look at their military structure in a bit more detail. We know for instance that Dain Ironfoot lead 500 soldiers into the Battle of Five Armies.  

500 soldiers is a pretty standard number in many cultures when it comes to dividing a large force into smaller tactical units. The Roman Cohort for instance was roughly 500 soldiers too, 10 of them making up a legion.  If we look at cultures (like the Romans) that used a division of 500 soldiers we can quickly get an idea of the different ranks involved.  Most seem to divide such a division into 5 to 10 smaller groups, that were commanded by one - who in turn was assisted by one or two other officers (lieutenants and sergeants).

Taking some liberties with the above something like this could have been a possibility among the dwarves.

The Army of Dain Ironfoot as seen in The Hobbit: The Battle of The Five Armies (all rights reserved)- those lads seem like a lot more than 500 dwarves if you ask me.

Army divisions: 

  • ‘azghakkâ’ (“war-force”) - army (all troops under the command of an Uzbad)
  • gangbuh (”march-company”) - regiment - a force consisting of 10 maznakkâ.
  • maznakkâ’ (”fist-force”) smallest military company consisting of usually 49 dwarves (seven being such an important number with the dwarves it seemed logical to group their smallest division with 7 in mind - or in this case 7 x 7) - each maznakkâ could consist of different units of seven dwarves, these could be engineers, foot-soldiers, elite forces, archers, and/or logistical personnel.

Ranks:

  • Uzbad - Lord - Commands the ‘azghakkâ.
  • Azghzabad - Warlord - Right hand of the Uzbad, main tactician in matters of war. 
  • Fabarâl - General - (“forward-mover”) - Commands each gangbuh (about 500 soldiers)
  • ‘Uzkhas - Commander - (”greater lieutenant”) - First in command of a maznakkâ’
  • ‘Izkhas - Lieutenant - (”lesser lieutenant”) - Second in command of a maznakkâ’
  • Dumul - Soldier - (“from the halls”) - Soldier who has experience in battle or deemed worthy to fight in the vanguard.
  • Idmul - Recruit - Soldier who is new to battle, or still in training, more frequent in the rearguard.

Other military terminology:

  • ‘Azaghâl - person who, by profession, is a soldier, warrior or private soldier (covers both “dumul” and “idmul”) - note: also the epithet of a Broadbeam King of old who died in battle.
  • Zabad - an officer (from ‘Izkhas to Uzbad)
  • Dahâl - person who, by profession, travels with a military regiment and supplies food and all matter of provisions
  • Barâl - person who, by profession, is a member of an elite military regiment that fights in the vanguard to break open the front lines of the enemy
  • 'Udshankhuzd - dwarf (about to reach battle ready age) who is the personal assistant to a lord, general or army commander, often carries messages and weapons or armour on his behalf (like a squire)
  • 'Idshankhuzd - dwarf boy or girl (before battle ready age) who is in service of a general or army commander, usually doing household work (like a page) - remains in the Hall and does not join in campaigns.
  • Rimi - part of an army set to cover its rear ranks, especially in retreat (rearguard)
  • Ifbaragash - foremost rank of an army (van, vanguard)

I hope that answers your question Anon.

Ever at your service,

The Dwarrow Scholar

tinysweetscat  asked:

Can you please do #3 (sappy line prompt) for Iwaoi? Thank you!

#3 “It’s always been you”

 Hajime awoke early in the morning, grumbling about the things he did for Crappykawa.

He showered, brushed his teeth and hair, dried off and dressed into his outfit for the day, which was hanging neatly on the back of the door.

Soon, Issei and Takahiro joined him, sitting in his room and chatting to him until it was time.

Tooru’s sister, Yukio, knocked on the door a while later, sticking her head in to tell them they were to come out now.

Issei and Takahiro left the room with smirks on their faces, patting Hajime’s back as they left the room.

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm the racing of his heart, Hajime stepped out of the room, walking into a hall full of their friends and family, all seated in neat rows lined with flowers.

He took his place, waiting for Tooru as he had waited for him his whole life.

A silence fell over the room a moment later as Tooru made his way in, walking down the isle, looking as beautiful as ever.

Hajime was suddenly very aware of the irregularly fast pace of his heart, almost sure that the sound of it reverberated off the walls of the great hall.

The officiator began his speech, and soon it was time for vows.  Hajime went first.

“Tooru, I…I’ve never had a way with words but… I never thought this day would come. Whether it be because you were always off chasing other girls to convince people you were straight, or because of the laws, or because neither of us would ever have the courage to confess. But here we are, finally tying the knot. I want you to know that I am so proud of you, and that I love you, very much. Each day, my heart grows fuller and heavier with love for you. Each day I fall deeper and deeper in love with you, and I will continue to do so until the day you die, because I’m totally going to outlive you if you keep eating all that milk bread. I can’t wait to officially become your husband, so hurry up and say your vows so I can do just that.” He said, fighting back the painful lump in his throat.

There were giggles and tears in the crowd, and Hajime chuckled softly to see that Tooru had gone from stunning to a blubbering mess.

“Iwa-chan, even though I chased skirts all those years, I was always thinking of you. It was always you. It’s always been you and it will be until one of us dies.” He emphasises. “Don’t think I don’t see you scarfing down all that fried tofu.” He warned, making the crowd laugh again.

“Oh, my Iwa-chan, I love you so much, I love you so much that I’m going to stop now and let this officiator marry us.” He ended, tears streaming down his face.

They were both crying as they kissed, breaking apart and resting their foreheads together. They were in their own little bubble and barely acknowledged the distant sounds of their friends and family cheering like crazy in the background.

“Hey, I just realised something.” Hajime said quietly.

“What’s that, my love?” Tooru asked.

“You’re Iwa-chan too now.” He responded, throwing his head back in infectious and exuberant laughter at Tooru’s horrified gasp.

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So I asked for prompts but didn’t post any prompt memes AND it was kinda late when I asked? So. Um. I wanna write anyway, so have this. 

Johnlock, Missed Connections

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Sherlock had just locked the door behind the last straggler of the night and was about to turn on his cleaning playlist when he heard Mrs. Hudson calling his name from her office in the back of the coffee shop. 

“Sherlock! Oh, it’s so exciting!” She sounded pleased, at least, which meant she probably hadn’t discovered the experiment Sherlock had left in the back corner of the stock room a few nights before. She popped her head out from her office, having wheeled her desk chair to the door, and hollered for him again. “Sherlock!” 

“Coming, Mrs. Hudson!” he said, grabbing an errant coffee cup and leaving it for himself on the counter. 

“Sherlock, it’s finally happened! A missed connection, here! Tonight!” She wheeled her chair back toward her desk dramatically and waved him over. “Don’t just stand there, come have a look!” She moved her mouse around the page until it landed on title, and Sherlock leaned over her shoulder to read it.

“One tall order at ‘Not Your Mother’s Coffee House’ tonight,” Sherlock read aloud. “M for M?” 

“Men for men,” Molly said from behind him, crowding in to read the post. She’d just come back from taking out the bins and was wiping her hands on her aprons. “How do you know so much and miss something like that?” 

Sherlock shrugged. “Not really my area,” he said, trying to sound casual. Molly and Mrs. Hudson shared a look around him.

“Go on, let’s read it,” Molly said, crowding Sherlock forward so that they’d both be in the office. Sherlock looked at the clock and sighed dramatically, but was ignored completely as Mrs. Hudson clicked into the post. 

“You read it, Molly,” she said, leaning to one side so Molly could move in closer. Molly cleared her throat. 

“You: tall, dark haired barista who seemed to know my drink order before I even placed it. Me: shorter, blonde, had a book with me. Felt like I spent half the night looking at you instead of the book, but didn’t have the nerve to give you my number. If you see this: maybe I can ask you to coffee ;) But nobody really reads these any more, do they?” 

“Well I read them,” Mrs. Hudson said, sounding wounded. 

Molly patted her shoulder. “I’ll start reading them,” she said. “But I’ve never looked here before.” 

Both women turned and looked at Sherlock, who found he had little he wanted to say. After an awkward moment of silence, Mrs. Hudson stood up and moved aside while Molly shoved Sherlock toward the now empty seat. 

“He knows who it was,” Molly said over his head. “Just look at him.” 

He did know, of course. There weren’t many customers who caught Sherlock’s eye, but this one had. He felt himself blushing, and did his best to tamp down the bubbles of excitement he felt rising in his chest. 

“Medium Honey Latte with whipped cream, prefers whole milk but didn’t ask for it. I gave it to him anyway, and said so when I handed him the drink,” Sherlock said, eyes skimming over the message again. 

“They hate that,” Molly said quietly. 

“He didn’t,” Sherlock said quietly, biting his lip to keep from smiling. 

“Well if you don’t message him I’ll do it pretending to be you,” Molly said after Sherlock had stared at the screen a bit too long for her tastes. 

He opened his email and started typing up a reply.

  • (So, my BF was out playing D&D with the guys in the living room and I was in the bedroom on my computer. Apparently our roommate died her hair and they wanted my opinion on if it was pink or purple, and instead of knocking on the door or opening it to get my attention, they were just calling for me, and I didn't really hear them. but then...)
  • Boyfriend: Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope.
  • Me: ...? *pokes head out of door*
  • Boyfriend: OMG it actually worked.
  • Everyone: *Amazed*
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My contributions to @cenricthecerberus bjd rainbow day (late!).

Eleret (Kid Delf Ttori Elf) is the head of the House of Doors. While she is asexual she has had children. Her kind of Faerie is rare and while not required to reproduce it’s strongly encouraged culturally. She found someone she could at least have good conversations with and went from there.

Kesdaye (Dollmore Bonnie Hopesz Abyss of Baikal) is the God of Fear and Madness. She feels honest affection for her avatar Rosie, but sex isn’t something that even occurs to her.

anonymous asked:

Taiqrow + Roommates AU please?

Taiyang checked the fridge and groaned, banging his head off the door to the freezer when he say they were out of beer again.

“Qrow! Did you drink the last beer again?” asked Taiyang, calling into the living room.

Qrow slid up behind him and wrapped his arms around Taiyang’s waist, nuzzling his neck. “Yeah, but if you blow me, I’ll go buy more and those wings from that place downtown.”

Well, thought Taiyang, already turning around, who was he to argue with such a great deal?

The Future is Forever (2/?)

They stepped out into the yard, Emma starting to get excited. She hadn’t had a partner before. Maybe they’d be like Bonnie and Clyde, minus the killing.
Instead of running towards Regina’s gates, Killian dragged Emma over to her garage.

“Wait here,” Killian whispered. 

“What are you doing?” she asked as his good hand twisted the latch on the door. Her head snapped up to the house, half expecting to see a light switch on.

“Regina took something of mine off me last week,” he explained, pushing the door open so that it stood like a roof over them. “And I’d very much like it back. Can I borrow your torch?” She handed it over to him.

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anonymous asked:

Number 2 with whatever pairing you feel inspired for :D

No. 2: “We were just pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore.. I need to know if you feel the same way.”

Law stares at the black door before him with a frown, tempted to turn around right now and forget the whole damn thing.  It’s the middle of the night, for one.  He doesn’t normally like to intrude on people.  Too bad he knows the other man will still be awake.  Secondly, and most importantly, the kind of conversation he’s about to have isn’t typical of him.  Perhaps it would be best to leave…

He shakes his head.  No.  It must be done.

Two quick raps on the door and he stands rigid, steely gaze fixed before him.  Shuffling from the other side, the handle jiggles, and then the door swings open to reveal a half-naked man, hair dripping like he just got out of the shower and towel wrapped around his waist to confirm.

“What’s up?”

Law closes his mouth, realizing his jaw went slack at the taut muscles and tantalizing tease of sparse hair trailing down to unthinkable regions.  Lifting his eyes to meet dark brown, he asks blankly, “May I come in?”

“Sure.”

Zoro moves aside and Law passes through the entryway, a chill already running down his spine at the frigid temperature of the small apartment.  Zoro always keeps it so cold.  Tugging the sleeves of his yellow sweatshirt down, Law makes his way to the living room with familiarity and takes his usual spot on the loveseat, perched on the edge.  He nods as Zoro tells him he’s going to get dressed and disappears out of the room.

Their strange friendship has taken an even stranger turn.  Co-workers at a crummy job, they’d hit it off pretty quickly with their mutual disdain for their peers.  One girl was so obsessively intrigued by him that he’d had enough and desperately gripped Zoro on the arm one evening, begging with a look for anything that might make her go away.  Much to his surprise, Zoro had slung an arm over his shoulder and told her to fuck off and quit bothering his partner.

It had become their running joke.

Word spread quickly.  The whole store knew of their ‘relationship.’  Management, their other co-workers, everyone thought they were a real thing.  Even though it wasn’t his normal style, Law found himself relieved of the pest and was content with the bond it created between him and Zoro.  They discovered some shared interests and similarities; their at-work friendship budded into something further outside of work.  Beers after shifts, take-out and cheesy 80’s films, introducing one another to friend groups.  Even though his schedule is booked full due to grad school, he always makes time for Zoro.

Law grips the thighs of his jeans, dreading the words resting on the tip of his tongue.  Things were changing for him.  His eyes linger in places they shouldn’t linger.  He has dreams he shouldn’t be dreaming.  His thoughts visit corners of his mind that should stay in the dark.  It’s so goddamn distracting even his schoolwork is starting to suffer.  And it it’s not like his newfound feelings were spurred by nothing.  Law’s unsure if its own sensitivity towards the other man but he’s certain that Zoro’s become more touchy with him, his smirks more teasing, a faint glimmer in his eye.  That’s why Law finds himself in the man’s living room in the middle of the night.  He needs to know.

“Beer?” Zoro wanders back into the room, the earlier towel replaced with sweatpants and a white tank top.  He shrugs as Law shakes his head at the offer, ducking into the kitchen and returning with a dark bottle.  He plops onto the opposite sofa and gives Law a glance over.  “So what’s up?”

Law sighs heavily and tucks his tattooed hands into the pockets of his hoodie.  He’d practiced this conversation a dozen times as he drove over but now that he’s under Zoro’s intense gaze, he finds himself unsure of the words he’d settled on.  Locking his stare on a small stain in the carpet across the room, he keeps his voice low and even as he puts his pride, their friendship, everything out on the line.

“We were just pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore.”  He keeps his eyes focused, unwilling to waver before the other man.  “I need to know if you feel the same.”

Silence spreads over the room, seizing Law’s heart the base of his throat.  He immediately regrets his words, color draining from his face as he realizes he fucked up, ruined the friendship he’d built with the man.  Work is going to be unbearable now.  He squeezes his eyes shut, already mentally checking off other nearby places he will start applying at.

The deep rumble of the other man’s voice cuts the thick tension.

“Yeah.”

Law’s eyes fly open and he gapes at the other man, unsure of how to take his response.  Needing to prod further, he clears his throat and inquires, “What do you mean?”

Zoro raises an eyebrow, taking a swig of his beer before responding, “Yeah, I feel the same.”

The pulse that was in Law’s throat immediately sinks into his stomach, relief filling his chest and causing his extremities to tingle.  He’s not an emotional person in the slightest but the last few weeks with Zoro have been so comfortable and enjoyable, he can’t help but feel happiness swelling inside of him.  Sitting up straighter, he locks eyes with the other man and finds himself on the receiving end of warm sincerity.  The corners of his lips tug into a small smile, letting the moment wash over him.  The object of his affections actually returned the sentiment.

Zoro sets his beer on the wood side table and stands up, crossing over and settling onto the loveseat next to Law, their legs brushing against one another.  Law leans closer to him, enjoying the warmth his presence brings.  He jumps slightly as a muscular arm wraps around his shoulders but the touch is welcome and he presses into the man, feeling settled and content with this new development.  Twisting his head to look Zoro in the face fully, he murmurs, “What does this mean now?”

His question is answered with a searing kiss.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.