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cave me in | 01

Originally posted by wanjacks

college au 

pairing: jinyoung x reader 

genre: fluff x slight angst [ x eventual smut ]

word count: 4.650

requested by anon 

description: you should’ve known that asking your best friend turned ex-boyfriend for a favor would never turn out the way you expected. 

The moment you come to a stop outside the clandestine coffee shop that sits a few meters away from the Engineering Research Building, you know you have screwed up.  

There was no way around it. No matter how many times you mulled over the situation, this seemed to be the only plausible outcome with the least damage. Ultimately, it all depended on your ex-boyfriend giving you the time of day to even hear your proposition out and you understood that there was a high possibility he’d cast you back outside into the brittle December air without a second thought. You probably would have done the same thing to someone that broke 2 years of a relationship and many more of friendship in less than five minutes.  

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this is literally 1,500 words of andreil almost-fluff based on this text post by @foxxhole​. i’d apologize except i’m not really sorry :-) 

here it is on ao3.

Neil opened his eyes slowly to a sun-filled room. It was bright out, clearly past his usual rising hour, and for a moment it worried him. For that moment he didn’t recognize the room; couldn’t name the country he was waking up in, let alone the city. It was natural to force the panic to settle by looking around the room, picking up specific memories from objects placed strategically in view of the bed. As Neil scanned, forcing himself to breathe normally, the world pieced itself back together again in front of his tired eyes.

On the dresser at the far end of the room was a framed photo of the Foxes’ first championship win, Neil’s first year on a Class I team. From there his eyes drifted slowly to the the bedside table, where there was a familiar set of keys – the keys to the house in Columbia – placed close to him for this exact reason. Just above, hanging on the adjacent wall, was Neil’s jersey from his first professional Exy team, when he played for New York. At the end of the bed was a cat, Sir, and the memory of taking him home rose to the surface of Neil’s mind. The last movement was a natural progression. It was instinct that came from going over this same list every morning.

But when Neil rolled over to check the other side of the bed, it was missing. The last piece had been removed from the board before Neil could manage to finish the puzzle. He looked back at Sir, at the end of the bed, and it was almost ridiculous how long it took his mind to finally make the connection.

Andrew wasn’t beside him.

Instinct told him to panic. A feeling of dread washed over Neil’s body like a tsunami devastates a city.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Bri, do you have a headcanon for how Steve and BUcky grew up? I mean, it seems like a pretty common idea in fandom that our boys grew up poor and that makes sense for Steve as the son of an immigrant single mother. But in the end of the line flashback, Bucky says "My folks wanted to give you a ride to the cemetary" and wouldn't Bucky's family owning a car at the time mean that they were pretty well off?

I love when i get asks that start with “Do you have any headcanons about…” - I have headcanons about everything friends 💖

So like, I always assumed that Bucky grew up a little bit better off than Steve. Like I never saw him as being super wealthy, but he had 2 working parents and he spoke 2 languages before he shipped out and they had the car so like, definitely better off than Steve. But Bucky has 3 siblings so like, that money split between 6 mouths doesn’t make them massively better off.

I also hc Sarah and Winifred as being pretty good friends, like you know when you meet friends as a kid, your mum always ends up being like best friends with their parents too? I figure that’s what happened with Sarah and Winifred. And during particularly harsh winters, if Sarah was struggling to make the dollar for heat, Winifred would let Steve crash in Bucky’s room because everyone knows that Steve Rogers+The Cold does not a good time make. So she lets him crash there to try and avoid him getting sick.

Also Bucky would give Steve his thicker clothes that were too small for him and Steve would scowl at him and refuse and Bucky’d be like “You want me to just throw away a perfectly good piece of clothing just because I can’t fit in it anymore? Take the damn jumper Rogers” and Steve would eventually give in bc he kinda likes wearing Bucky’s stuff and Bucky likes seeing him in his stuff.

Also anytime the Barnes’ went on like family outings to like Rockaway Beach or to a carnival or for a picnic, it was a given that Steve would be there. And the first time it happens he has his parents wait outside Steve’s in the car so he can go up and fetch him and he gets there and Steve’s like “Buck? What are you doing here so early?” and Bucky’s like “We’re going on a family trip to the beach!” and Steve’s still confused so he’s like “Okay? Have fun.” and Bucky’s like “Well come on then, they’re waiting outside” and Steve’s like “You said it was a family trip?” and Bucky’s like “Exactly, now get your shoes on and bring sun screen”.
Please imagine 2 boys, 3 girls and 2 parents all trying to fit into a car for a day out btw, i bet their car rides were a riot

Bigger Office

Working for a major company had its perks, corner office, great views and of coarse, the interns. Usually only get two or three of them at time to handle, each of them very eager to please… very eager.

Interns wont say a word about mistreatment or abuse, and that just the way I like it. heck I remember even making a few of them wash me down from from my broad muscle shoulders to the bottom of my feet, and you better believe I made them wash my cock, several times. watching their hands going across every fiber of muscle that was on my 7ft 2 body was ecstasy It was a new day, fresh intern was waiting for me in the lobby, through out all my exploits I had never had sex with one, and I had decided that this one was going to be the one. 

at first glance he wasn’t much to look at, very scrawny, almost baby like face as well as short blond hair, it didn’t even look like he had gone through puberty yet but on his form it said he was around twenty four. he was eager to please and very nervous, any mistake he made was met with “im sorry” about 10 times. after watching his tight ass bend over for me so many god damn times I swore he was doing it just to tease me, it was time I made a move. 

There was only one problem… my cock its not a usual size, its… colossal, gigantic even, so much so I had to order custom underwear to fit its girth and wear several pairs as to not have a distinct bulge out in public. it was as big as my four arm and the head was as thick as a cola bottle was wide and thats just when its soft! There was no way his scrawny ass was going to fit it, it had to be trained. I have had several instances were I have had to rush my partner to hospital to get my cock removed from his rear end, I swear he said he could handle it, not my fault he was too tight for my beastly member. 

I looked online for a solution, butt plugs were an option but thats a slow process of getting him used to a certain size before moving up. time I didn’t have patience for, I could feel my own cock fighting the fabric of my pants, wanting to be free and to be buried deep inside him. I stroked it through the fabric and bit my lip as I scrolled through pages and pages of sex products. Eventually I found the perfect one… some kind of experimental hardware that lets the butt plug expand while inside, the perfect solution! I ordered over night delivery, deciding against touching myself that night, I could feel my balls swelling, churning with enough cum to over full a bucket. 

I ordered him to my office first thing in the morning, my cock just about ready to explode at this point, not even trying to cover up the bulge I stood at my desk proudly as the fabric lost some stitching to the strain of my erection. 

“S-sir you wanted to see me?” he said his cheeks blushing as he glanced down towards my crotch. “yes well, to be in this sort of business you need endurance… and I have devised the perfect way for you to learn some” I gripped his shoulder tightly, most of my hand seemed to be spilling off his shoulder though, man was this guy tiny compared to me! I moved him to my desk and gently yet forcefully bent him over, I didnt feel any resistance from him, but even if he did, I doubt I would even feel it. “… how about you be a good boy for your big boss and lower those pants?”

he let out an audible gulp as he pulled them down, revealing his big bubble butt towards me connected to two spindly legs. I grabbed the device out of my pocket before gently pressing it into his anus, he let out a moan and seemed to be pushing his rear into it, forcing the butt plug into his virgin anus before panting. “God you took that one like a pro… I bet you’ve shoved things up here before huh?” I could see him nodded before he glanced back at me, begging me to do more to him with those big eyes of his, between his legs his cock seemed to be fully hard and dripping. 

“what… oh god its so tight and… b-big” he whimpered. “boy you have no idea what big is” I finally pulled down my own pants, unleashing the beast, letting out an aggressive moan as it hit against his balls, nearly lifting him off the ground. “THAT… is BIG”

“theres… no way that thing will fit! its bigger then my fist!!” “never say never…” I said and with that I switched on the plug, seeing a blue glowing light from within it start whirling as the butt plug started to widen inside him, his anus spreading apart slowly as he let out orgasmic moans, cumming onto my cock instantly. “I dont see why your the only one who is getting pleasure… see that cock down there? you want that job don you? see if you can fit it into your mouth” he bent down resting his body on the cock as he put his lips around it and started to suck lovingly on the tip, it was all that could fit in. I grabbed the back of his head, palming it like a basket ball before using my muscle to force him down further onto it, he tried to shout but it was blocked by the beastly meat throbbing in his mouth, threatening to break his jaw. 

My cock began to feel strain, like it was fighting something. as I looked across his back I could see… muscle, muscle I had not noticed before. I was sure he was just skinny and not lean. with my head clouded it was hard to see that he was… he was growing! his shoulders snapped into a larger frame, becoming broader and larger, his body began to surge with rippling muscles as my cock strained to keep his feet off the ground. his head beginning to fight my own grip as he seemed to just well larger and larger, his bubble butt ramming into me with now two slabs of rock hard ass cheeks into my muscled gut. “what… what on earth!? I have to… have to…” my mind was lost, his body weighing down on my member was incredible, feeling his thighs thickening rubbing against it with every pulse and twitch, soon his huge feet touched the ground  as he struggled to bend over, his muscles forcing him up to stand, his head rising above mine as he slowly turned around. his chest nearly pushing me over as he flexed them, swelling over his chin as he stared down at me. 

“oh god this is fantastic, my body feels…. ugh… amazing… god your getting so tiny down there… my muscles are just… keep making me feel like im going to explode but… they just keep GROWING”. I backed up, the once twinkish boy that walked into my office was now a towering beast of muscle, his body continuing to swell and pump up before me, his legs and feet damageing the concrete as he walked towards me, his cock stretching out further and further, thickening even bigger then my own! his clothes ripped and tore to shreds he kept swelling and moaning, his body just getting out of control. his shoulders and back hit the roof of my office as his voice lowered into a guttural roar. 

Narrowing my eyes I dived between his legs, now forced apart by how much muscle he was carrying and it was only getting worse. I turned around and looked at his ass, seeing the butt plug still expanding within him, somehow affecting his body. I knew I had to get it out! I wrapped my hands around the device and started to pull on it, he laughed and moaned “what TOO BIG TO HANDLE!?” he clenched his butt cheeks nearly crushing my hands, but crushing the end of the plug, the plug now lost inside him and still going. in fact I could hear it whirl up, speeding up like a turbine on a jet engine.  his arms exploded in size, reaching the floor before the rest of him, every inch of him was just exploading in rapid succession growing larger and larger , his pecks so large he couldnt even see over them anymore. He was so heavy that he broke through the floor falling down to the bottom level with a thud that shook the entire block. 

I sighed in relief before hearing something… boom… boom… boom… the whole building was shaking, he was still growing! bursting through one floor at a time as his shoulders and back muscles so big they shot through the ground of my office first before I saw his face, covered in veins as he struggled to contain himself “this is all your fault… im getting so fucking gigantic im practically a fucking GOD. You thought that fall would of killed me didnt you fucker… oh how you were wrong… why dont you be a good former boss and stroke yourself for me! Yeah thats it, get off to your new boss. no your new GOD” his voice sounding like thunder as he tore what was left of the building, my small body only safe between his solid pecs as I had to obey his orders. his body continued to swell above the city casting a long shadow across it as he started to jerk himself off, his arms only jut barely able to touch his massive cock that was getting longer then he was tall! his balls on the other hand were so large that buildings bellow him were getting erased by their swelling. the military and government were powerless to stop him, having to accept that his growth was unstoppable.

Hey guys, hope you like this one. its been a while since ive wrote another one of these. I dont think ill be uploading them to my JackFrostBow account and leave that to just pixel art, I might start a dedicated muscle growth tumblr where I just post my stories on hyper guys and them growing, depending on how you guys react to this one. let me know what you guys think!

anonymous asked:

I've seen one person say that she thinks the tide shifted with David and Gillian after IBG 2010. I saw another say it wasn't until 2013. I'm curious when YOU think it shifted. I know you always say without confirmation blah blah blah, but I'm interested in what you think. Personally my thought is that it happened during IWTB filming in 2007/8 because they had a lot of hours to sit and talk and make things better. If they had not done that, the premieres wouldn't have been so fucking great! 😍

2007 / 2008 doesn’t work for me. David was in a really bad place in his marriage and life and Gillian was trying to have another baby with Mark. I know there’s a lot of Gillovny headcanons around the IWTB filming time, and I know they’re not two angels, but with Mark being on the set and Gillian trying to get pregnant, that just doesn’t work, in my opinion.

In 2012, David was separated from Tea and Gillian said she was separated from Mark “for some time”. IBG happened in the summer of 2011, so I think that’s when it started to happen again, and I think it got more serious around 2012 / 2013.

There’s a fun thing to do: Google their names using the 2012 period. There was a lot of rumors and sightings this year, New-York sightings, LA sightings, sets sightings, even if nothing was happening X-files-wise. I think it’s a lot to be only fake gossips and it shows that it may have been them trying to find their pace and being less cautious than they are now.

Also, I think they tried to come out in 2015, with The Cutting Room, and backtracked.

ok. oof. ive had some time to mellow out and im so sorry for worrying everyone. (really- it was wrong of me to put myself out there like that and be so damn dramatic)

 thank you all so much for your support. i know my issue is i just kinda gotta slow down sometimes. and i cant just. pretend to be perfectly mentally on top of shit when im not. and maybe i cant always be at 100% when im tackling an issue and thats gonna affect what i do.

im gonna work on it and do my best to do better. i dont wanna jerk everyones emotions around. i want to be a positive influence and a good friend. im gonna be chill for real. and i still want to be here. but i still may have to evaluate how i go about things on here, and between people, and all that to see where i can do better.

sorry guys. you’re all fantastic. 🐊

uhhhh so yeah

anonymous asked:

On the other hand, one could involve themself in fandom right at Homestuck's inception, and thereby make their way into Andrew Hussie's 'inner circle' by the time the Kickstarter rolls around, thereby getting him to sidestep the TOG debacle entirely, and possibly allowing Hussie to keep up the momentum that pre-Gigapause Homestuck had right up until the end, securing a better ending? That all sounds like an awful lot of work though, I'd much rather spend my time in the past napping profusely.

Of course, depending on time travel rules, either said person has already *tried* and is now trapped into letting it go down the same fateful path to avoid causing a paradox, or trying to do so will doom our entire timeline. If so, I say go for it. This timeline’s terrible anyway.

The Past Haunts Ch. 4

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Reaper had insisted on what many might call a brutal training regimen in wake of their loss to 76. They had to be able to work together better if none of the, was capable of taking the man out by themselves. Gabriel knew how to train a team, to get them to act, to breathe as one. It was necessary when he was running Blackwatch, the sensitive missions required precision to complete effectively.

He could live with the irritation everyone felt for him as he drilled them. Their annoyance at the trust that was placed in this strange masked vigilante was understandable, but Gabriel ignored it. All that mattered was that the next time they met that terrorist they were going to put him into the ground. So he continued to work them to exhaustion so that when it mattered they would react quickly and together.

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Beach Getaway

BLSummer bingo! Popsicles where they shouldn’t be, sunburns, and sand in uncomfortable places

Jackothy, T rated <3

Tim wished he could actually enjoy having a rich boyfriend. He’d started from gold digging Jack to actually digging him, realizing he liked Jack’s company and affection outside of his job.

That was the problem- he only wanted Jack outside of work, but work had taken over his life. Jack worked on average 14 hour days and Tim didn’t do much better. Any time at home together they were typically too tired to enjoy each other. Jack sometimes broke down and had late night parties with all sorts of substances to escape the stress, but Tim never went.

He tiredly unlocked the door and walked in at 2 AM after having too much work to do keeping an eye on Helios and Elpis and taking out a would-be assassin. Jack snored loudly on the couch and Tim frowned, feet and body aching and a lump in his throat. “Saved your life,” he muttered, tossing his identical grey jacket on the floor and working on his waistcoat, noticing a bottle of tequila next to Jack and throwing his coat at it. “Can’t even kiss me goodnight.”

Tim knew he had to take action.

The next morning Jack had his persona back on, spinning in his yellow chair with sunglasses on. If Tim didn’t know the glasses were to hide how hungover Jack was, he’d think them stylish. Tim strode in and Jack grinned at him. “Heard you did a pretty nice job last night, killin’ that scav assassin. What was his name, Taser Face? Sounds like if- if fuckin’ bandits were running out of email addresses! Oh no, badassbloodbath is taken, guess I better settle for!”

Jack jumped when Tim heavily clanked a bottle of rum on Jack’s desk. “I need a vacation, Jack. We need a vacation. Together.” Tim smiled, just thinking about what he wanted. “You and me, a sunny beach, lots of good drinks- what’s not to like?”

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@i-demand-a-hug ): unfortunately no im not really cut out for writing that. but i did have a theory for that before ztd! i assumed that there’d be several “versions” of ztd in subsequent time loops– in the time loop dr klim in vlr is from, they failed, and in that timeline, junpei and akane weren’t in the game. but in the next game they’re introducing new variables in the hopes that it’ll trigger a better outcome by having junpei and akane in the game and bringing kyle back too. of course post-ztd this was debunked but itd work nicely in an AU– where junpei originally was a behind the scenes zero but had to step in as a participant and where akane was originally meant to work behinf the scenes to stop rad-6 but came in to infiltrate the site herself
Bed Sheets and Coat Closets - Remy_Writes5 - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

You didn’t book Sherlock Holmes; he booked you. You didn’t arrange meetings with Sherlock Holmes, he texted you an address and you had better be there on time. Everyone in the fashion world knew how this went. Sherlock picked everything, which clients he worked for, what photographers he used, even the set of the shoot.
So when John got a text from an unknown number that said 221B Baker Street, come at once if convenient. –SH. He knew better than to ignore it.

This was nice and smutty, and also sweeter than I anticipated. Loved both fics in the series.

“Enough!” Grue shouted.  Bitch turned on him, her eyes narrowing.

“If you can’t work over there, then take over here.”  His voice was steady, firm.  Bitch spat on the floor and did as he asked, taking the offered crowbar from his hand as they passed each other.

Better luck next time, Taylor.

Grue took over the bag filling where Bitch had left off.  We quickly got a rhythm down, and four more bags were filled in a matter of minutes.

Fun date idea: Filling bags with money that isn’t yours.

“We want to stay to load up the third dog or run for it?” I asked Grue, then added, “No use getting greedy.” I would be happy to leave as soon as possible. I wasn’t interested in the money, and I definitely wasn’t interested in going to jail for it.

Taylor does have a point, too. The longer they stay, the more time the Wards have to deploy.

“How much do we have?” he glanced over in Angelica’s direction.

Tattletale answered for me, from where she stood at the door to the vault, “Forty one thousand, eight hundred. It looks like that’s as much as we’re going to get. The white hats are here, and it’s not looking good.”

So with the boss’ offer to triple their sum, that’s $125400. Hot damn.

And hey, we got visitors! Who’s here?

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

Submitted by @ lord-of-the-dark-realms 


So, I had this thought after reading several stories about humans giving birth and not having eggs.  What if aliens do not have ‘family units’ the same way humans do, but instead raise children in more of a group setting.


Captain H'roll'ah was excited to have hired on not just 1 but 3 humans, all of whom were extremely qualified for space travel.  Even better, they were all from the same clan and so there would be no rivalry or refusal to work together because of old scores to settle.

“Captain! Three humans just came in a have taken over the dining area! WHAT SHOULD WE DO?!?” Ensign Khralhen was out of breath and panicked, but his species was notoriously afraid of humans after it became public knowledge how dangerous they were.  Not that his own was much better, but H'roll'ah knew that these humans should be here and it was probably near a meal time for them.  How could such an evolutionary advanced and apated species not figure out a way to avoid needing 3 or meals a day was beyond H'roll'ah.

“It is fine, Ensign Khralhen.  These are likely the Humans that I just signed on to the crew.  They are from the same clan, so they should work at peak efficiency,” the Captain answered, trying to put as much calm and soothing into his voice as possible, “Let us go introduce ourselves and welcome them so that the ‘pack-bonding’ can begin.”


“Greetings, I am Captain H'roll'ah and this is Ensign Khralhen, our cook.”

“Nice ta meetcha! Cook, huh? Guess we best buddy up to you right quick then!” said the male.  He was average height for a human and perhaps a little on the heavy side, but H'roll'ah knew that it was likely muscle not fat.  After all, this human and one of his female companions were security personnel.

“Always thinking with you stomach, Thomas.  How about you buddy up to the Captain, so that we do not get kicked off this boat? Hmm?” said the smaller female, later identified as Samantha or “Sam” for ease.  "Small" being used only in comparison because she did not have the bulk of her clanmates.  She must be the medical officer.  H'roll'ah was worried that she would be distant from her clanmates but her body language suggested extreme comfort and trust, above what H'roll'ah felt for his own clanmates of different castes.  The third human, Laura if the captain remembered correctly, remained silent but was constantly looking around, as if expecting an attack at any moment, not that strange considering all that H'roll'ah had hear about Earth.

“Well then, please tell me what times that the three of you eat, and I will prepare food for you then.  Also, please tell me any dietary restrictions you have so that you do not have any medical incidents,” Khralhen said, realizing that the humans could be bribed with food as easily as a Con'valix could be bribed with fruits.


(3 Months Later)

Captain H'roll'ah was surprised at how well the humans worked together.  He thought that they might exceed standard human operating efficiency by 10%, but regularly they were 20-25% better than the reported average.  They barely needed to vocalize to communicate, and they were able to remember each other’s needs and the needs of the crew extremely well.  Captain H'roll'ah decided to ask them how they did it, and if it was a clan trait, where he could hire more humans of clan “Walker.”

“Thomas clan Walker, do you have a few minutes to talk about personal matters?” The captain asked, assuming that Thomas would, since he was off shift and relaxing in the lounge.

“Sure thing, hoss.  What can I do for you?  And I hope this isn’t about my or Laura’s tattoo’s, because we had to settle a bet on that a few days ago,” Thomas answered easily.  He was a bit flippant for the captain’s taste, but his results were impeccable and the other humans followed his lead, which spoke volumes for the man.  

“I was hoping that you could explain how you and your clanmates have achieved such a high efficiency rate.  You perform well above average, even for clanmates who grew up together.”

“Clanmates? Oh, that’s right! Sam mentioned that your species, and most species on this ship raise their young in a group setting and the kids hatch from eggs, right?”

“That is correct, and please do not remind me that human females carry their young in their bodies like a parasite.  The last time Sam explained that, it was enough to make all of us wonder how humans have managed to reproduce at all.” H'roll'ah still shuddered when he thought of it, and Khralhen wasn’t able to cook for 3 days after Sam had explained human reproduction.

“Fair enough, I think we reproduce more by accident that anything else, but yeah.  Me, Laura, and Sam are not clanmates like you think,” Thomas chuckled and shook his head, “We are siblings.”

“I do not know this word,” H'roll'ah answered uneasily.  In his experience, an unknown term from a human meant that something painful, gross, horrifying, or all 3 was about to be revealed.

“Sam could explain it better, and having Laura here only seems fair…” Thomas trailed off as he reached for his comm.  "Hey, brats (again with the casual disrespect), can you both get up to the lounge? Captain wants to know about siblings.“ H'roll'ah was always surprised that Thomas clan Walker could be disrespectful when asking for others to do something.

“Sure, be right up,” Sam responded.  She was likely a floor up in the medical facilities and wanted to take a break.

“Grrhhrhhgg.” Laura clan Walker had been sleeping, then, and did not want to come.

“Thanks, ladies, you can both explain family better than me.”  Now the captain was worried again because there was a second new word being bandied around.


“So, captain, a family unit for humans is very small compared to yours of Ensign Khralhen’s,” Sam explained, “A family is usually made up of the mother and/or father or a surrogate who has assumed that role and the children.  It usually numbers no more than 4-7 individuals.”

“But…But…how do you grow or develop? And to place all that burden on only one or two adults, how do they do anything else?” spluttered K'roll'ah.  He was shocked to find out that humans in the region called ‘America’ did not have an open community.

“Well, children who share 1 or both parents are called “siblings”, and they develop together.  The adults are called “parents”, and yeah, there is a definite loss of freedom involved.“

“So then, you three are…siblings?” H'roll'ah asked.

“Yes, Thomas is the oldest, and Laura is the youngest, with me in the middle,” answered Sam, “and our father bailed on us after Laura was 3 years old, so Tom became the ‘man of the house’ at 7 years old.”

THAT explained Thomas clan Walker’s attitude! Captain H'roll'ah realized that Thomas clan Walker had been in a command position and not had a commander from a young age!

“So that is why you both follow him? He is the new leader”

“Kind of, he is just the best at leading.  He knows what to do and does it well.” Laura answered, which was rare; she was the most quiet of the three.

“And the reason for your peak efficiency?” Captain H'roll'ah asked, determined to get an answer to his question.

“Well, we have known each other all our lives and spent most of those lives in close proximity to each other.  We just understand each other from the long familiarity and exposure.”

“Ah, the same way a pilot becomes better from being on the same ship, just with a person instead.”

“Exactly! And if you are interested in hiring others we are familiar with, we have some cousins, children of our parents’ siblings, who we know very well and want to get into space.”

“Then I will look them up, thank you for answering my questions." 

Humans were a strange species.  Instead of focusing on a large community, they developed close bonds with only a few people who share familial ties with them.  Captain H'roll'ah did hire the 'cousins’ and they worked out very well.  The human guidebook was updated to notify captains that humans sharing close blood ties have the potential to perform at higher than normal efficiency.  


Now somebody write a story about a captain hiring siblings who hate/cannot stand each other!

[ May is BPD ( Borderline Personality Disorder ) awareness month & I wanted to drop this here, for my followers to see.

Why am I posting this, you might ask ? Yes. I HAVE BPD. I’ve had it for at least 10 years in various levels of severity. BPD isn’t the only personality disorder nor mental disorder I have either, & I am not scared to say it.

BPD awareness is close to my heart. I try to make sure I tell to every single person I plan to become a closer friends with that I have this disorder & ask them to try to understand me the best they can. Hell, I sometimes don’t even understand myself… Because of this ( these ) disorders I have always been more or less misunderstood & I have never really “fit the norm” how people should behave. I just… Didn’t understand how emotions work, like many other BPD sufferers. I didn’t know how to voice them out in other way than anger or over-reacting that stems from neglect I had to endure ever since I was a toddler — that is how I learned to survive in the middle of abuse. I am not saying this as an “understand me because I am a special snowflake”, no, everyone should TRY TO UNDERSTAND each other REGARDLESS.

How can you become better at understanding us ? By listening. By asking us questions & not second guess. Educate yourself on the subject if you have a friend, a family member or anyone close to you that suffers from BPD. Or educate yourself even if you don’t, the more knowledge the better.

Now to the stigmas. I am sick & tired of people stigmatizing ANYTHING & I want to debunk these from my personal perspective. Sometimes we do it without even realizing it, stigmatizing… Which we should try our best to break free from.

I am not selfish. I have too many things I need to deal with every day, I might not be the best person to put other people’s needs first as well as someone that isn’t dealing with extreme mood swings that can last from literally 15 SECONDS to couple of hours. I do care about you. I just sometimes don’t have the strength to carry both of our burdens.
I am not manipulative —- I just don’t know how to voice my strong emotions right without sounding hostile or pushy.
I am not an attention seeker. Once again, I just don’t know how to voice my emotions out early enough before I’ve bottled everything up, then everything just explodes because I become so overwhelmed & it seems like I am making the situation a horrible shit storm of drama.
I am not treatment resistant — I thought I was, but my medications are set & suit me. I attend therapy & have been for 1.5 years & it helps. I do not abuse alcohol, drugs or sex, I am actively combating self harm & suicidalness every single day. I will never be cured, but I will be better.
Only thing in this list I can agree with is BPD people being difficult because being difficult is SUBJECTIVE. We as humans don’t have an “one size fits all” base for our tolerance — all of us tolerate certain things to certain extents.

I am not a monster.

Unless you really know me & we have a mutual understanding between each other you have NO RIGHT to stigmatize me or say what kind of a person I am. So many people start to abuse me & tell how horrible person I am because I am behaving in a certain way because I just don’t know better. I don’t know how else to behave. & I know it’s wrong if I behave badly, I am not perfect. But you still have no right to verbally abuse me. Hell, you have no right to do that to ANYONE.

My disorders do not determine me. My disorders are not ME.

These stigmas just make everything worse, for everyone. These stigmas surrounding us make us BPD sufferers AFRAID to admit we have BPD. We are AFRAID to seek for help. We’re AFRAID to even talk about the subject in any way & we keep suffering, feeling alone in this hellhole of a world that might never understand us.

Don’t succumb to the stigma. Don’t be afraid of someone with BPD, some of us suffer in silence & struggle internally, some of us voice our emotions out in a very immature way, we’re not all the same. Imagine someone whose most outer layer of skin has been peeled completely off. You are red & raw, even a soft breeze of wind hurts. Even the smallest touch can make anyone SCREAM from pain. That is what BPD emotions are like. We know how we behave is not right, but we most of the time can’t help it. We learned these ways to behave from trauma — we had to do SOMETHING to survive & now we are stuck with a certain way of behavior, a survival method that might get triggered by even the smallest things. We feel like we are in serious danger & we need to defend ourselves at least somehow. We know how we have learned to survive doesn’t work anymore, some of us are in so much better place than we were before but we just can’t break free without professional help or dedicated self treatment, such as Mindfulness, yoga & meditation.

Not all of our bad behaviors are BPD based, but it’s very likely most of them are. You don’t need to understand us, just at least try to.

We are not perfect. You aren’t perfect either. We all make mistakes, some just more than others. Deep down inside we are just like you. We are human, we are flawed & we feel emotions. We are trying our best to be “normal” & not hurt anyone.

For other BPD sufferers — there is hope. Someone loves you. & you should love yourself, too.

This has been a PSA. Thank you for reading. Thank you for trying to understand. ]

heartbreak chronicles {2} | M

PT 1 | PT 2 | PT 3 | ONGOING

Contains: smut, sexting {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 5,764

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: Can you believe that I managed to come up with a quick update? Me neither.

Monotone, drowning in tedium — that was how your first Monday class begun. Somewhere deep inside your mind, you could hear your teacher going on about an empty subject, filling the air inside the classroom with disconex sentences and incomprehensible claims; your own perception far beyond the yellowed walls of that room. Perhaps, sitting on the last row was not helping your lack of focus; but, much to your personal bliss, Jennie was right next to you, taking the notes you would make sure to use later.

In all honesty, your mind was in the same location as before: the party. Equivalent to what unfolded during the weekend, the story repeated itself amidst your tired daydreams; dragging your consciousness towards the bubbling, divergent feelings inside your chest. Unlike what you first expected, the anguish and guilt of your acts did not last longer than the ride back to your dorm, instead morphing into a sense of curiosity. After all, there were so many details that you waited to be presented with — the second step, the collateral damage it would have on your friendship and, more than anything, Jimin’s reaction.

You just did not expect it would come that instant.

The cloudy preoccupations of your chaotic thoughts dissipated as a light buzz sounded below you, your phone lighting up with a new notification. With a frown, you stared down at the illuminated screen, eyes falling to the white text.

The second you read it, your heart skipped a beat.

[10:22] Jimin: we need to talk

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The final goodbye letters from Sistar. (。・ω・。)ノ♡ 


To the STAR1s that have always loved and supported SISTAR.
Hello, it’s SISTAR’s leader Hyorin. It’s already been 7 years since SISTAR debuted. The time I spent as SISTAR’s Hyorin along with SISTAR and my fans was a precious time that I wouldn’t change for anything else. They were like a dream. Now, the SISTAR members will be going our own ways for our 2nd life. I want to sincerely thank our fans that let us know how happy and lucky we were to sing, to go on stage, to be loved, and to love others. We are putting behind a big sadness and supporting each other’s dreams, and will be working our best to grow in our own areas. The members and STAR1, who I love, will remain forever in my heart. STAR1 are precious and have always given me abundant love and strength even though I was lacking. Thank you with all my heart. I love you..


STAR1, hello, it’s SISTAR’s Bora.

I told fans every year that we should be happy, and I hope that you were all happy for the seven years you spent with us. The time that I spent with STAR1 and SISTAR members was happy and precious. I think that I couldn’t show my sincerity to as much as people as I tried to, and my disappointment at not being able to do the best for you as SISTAR gets bigger. When fans told me they got strength from my brightness, I got stronger. I won’t forget that and keep getting stronger.

Even as I write this, I have so many memories. Now, the members have agreed to support our own road. But it’s not that we won’t get to see you again, so I’ll work to be a good Yoon Bo Ra from now on. All the STAR1 that loved SISTAR and Bora, I was thankful and happy you were with us. Let’s keep being happy. I love you ^^


It’s already been 7 years. I think I was happier during happy times and had it better during hard times because of the members and STAR1 that were always next to me. When I look back, I’m sad and sorry that I couldn’t spend that much time with our fans. No matter what stage I stand on from now on, I won’t ever forget this feeling I have for the members and our fans. I love you, I’m sorry, and thank you. I’ll let you hear good music. Let’s all be happy until the last moment.


Hello everyone, it’s Dasom. It’s been a while.
I have a lot I want to tell you, but I’m worried about what to start with.
It’s been 7 years since SISTAR debuted. I want to first thank everyone who have always supported us and loved us during this long period.
I think I was able to happily finish the 7 years with you, when it could have been hard. And it was also motivation for all of us to grow.
It’s very sad, but SISTAR has decided to go our separate ways after this album is finished. We received so much love as SISTAR, and we want to give it back bit by bit by ourselves from now on. I will try to communicate more with fans from now on. Please support us. Thank you.

GoTG Meet Avengers

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Sam, wisely, takes a step back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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