this is from months ago but i forgot to post it

i can’t get over how Extra™ the production of Sense8 is

they honestly seem to do everything in the most unnecessary over-complicated and expensive way possible, can’t say the end result isn’t worth it (best show i’ve ever watched) but like:

- they film everything 99% of the time on location, season 2 took 8 months of traveling around the world to get done, the main cast didn’t go home for 4 months straight at some point, they also hire local actors and crews

- talking about traveling, that scene where capheus visits riley when she’s on a plane to iceland? yup, you guessed it, they casually filmed that while they are actually on the plane to iceland

- they also don’t separate, everyone goes together from place to place even if some actors only have a few lines in one location # the sense8 travelling circus

- honestly just the way ‘visiting’ works is so extra, they have to shoot the exact same scene up to 5 times all over the world and then edit it to together in a coherent way, imagine how hard it’s for an actor to repeat a scene in the exact same way they did it 3 months ago in a completely different environment and mood, kudos to them

- this entire post about how the english dialogue for the not english speaking characters is structured will blow your mind

- riley’s opening scene when she’s playing at a club? that is an actual club with normal people not actors, they didn’t know tuppence wasn’t an actual dj, they had her go and pretend to dj in between two actual djs

- that applies for everything else really, if something can be done for reals they do it for reals, you know the scene at the end of season 2 were they all get electrocuted (aka the most stressful thing to watch ever), well, they got themselves electrocuted for reals, no, i’m not shitting you, they had to hire experts to make sure they didn’t accidentally kill themselves or sth, i love this cast but i’m also really concerned

- the wrestling match lito, hernando and dani attend was a real match with a real crowd

- also both pride scene were filmed at actual pride, the brazil pride was improvised except for lito’s speech which lana wrote on their way there, because they found out very last minute that they could actually fit it in the schedule

- the way the cast talk about the show sounds like they’re talking about their newborn baby sometimes like: ‘wolfgang is the biggest gift i’ve ever received in my career’, doona owns more sense8 merch than any fan in the world, freema and jamie crying at the table read when they got to amanita and nomi’s engagement scene as if they were actually getting married, brian’s letter after the cancelation and all their tweets about it, honestly this entire video of them basically talking about how much they love each other is the most extra and adorable thing ever

- the ‘sharing’ scenes are mostly done through stunts and not post-production, the actors actually jump in and out of frame changing places, instead of you know, just editing the scene together afterwards

- they got fined filming the ‘sex-nic’ part of the orgy for public nudity, just sense8 things

- bollywood dance scene? all shot in one take, for no reason other than make it more complicated lol

- the pretty underwater scenes from the christmas special? they went to malta EXCLUSIVELY to shoot those, what?, 3 minutes?, i’d say that was the most expensive montage ever but the fine for public nudity was $10k so idk

- talking about orgies, kind of unrelated but i’m mentioning it anyway bc i can’t believe them, apparently the cast casually goes through life organizing netflix talent orgies? life imitates art?

- they also were in scotland for 9 days for some reason, even though only like 10 minutes of the actual show happen in scotland (i’m guessing this is what happens when u double their budget for s2 lmao) 

- max riemelt dubs wolfie in german, also the dude that dubbed V from V for Vendetta dubs The Guy in french, if u gotta be extra don’t forget the details i guess

i’m probs missing a million things so feel free to add more lol

tl,dr: Sense8 is Extra™ and I Love It™

EDIT: apparently the page with the interview where jamie talked about the electrocution scene was changed? if you want proof that i didn’t pull it out of my ass check this thread

EDIT 2: some more that i forgot:

- they celebrate their characters birthday, bc that’s normal and stuff

- lana has a tattoo that says ‘homosensorium’

- they celebrated the s2 wrap up w (brian’s words) ‘the most over the top fireworks display I’ve ever seen’ while ‘what’s up’ played in the background

- in the ‘let’s make everything real for The Art’ department: the scene in berlin on new year’s eve? yup, that was also shoot during //actual new years eve//

(for @yoituuri and @starryfeathers. I accidentally deleted this whole thing once so hopefully it doesn’t happen again/ it’s not rushed. I hope you enjoy you two, and anybody else who reads this!)

I made a post about my favorite boy Victor not too long ago, and I mentioned a shot in passing that I really loved, but because it wasn’t the focus of the post, I didn’t go into it. I would like to now. Here it is:

This is the first glimpse of Victor we get within canon. Well, beyond the opening sequence with Yuuri watching Victor skate as they grow up but I think we can all agree that was outside of canon and can be discarded here.


It’s a damn good first glimpse. As you’ve probably already noticed, Victor’s eyes are covered. Deliberately. Dude fuckin does a twirl and the camera is framed in such a way that we don’t get to see his eyes until he looks up for the cameras. That’s an interesting touch, for several reasons. 

First, when a character’s eyes are not visible, it implies something is hidden within them. A trait, motivation, true emotions, etc etc. 

Secondly, the fact that we can’t see Victor’s eyes until he turns to the cameras with that fake-ass media smile. In this scene, we’re being treated as the public. Victor is immediately hiding from us and the rest of the world. You know, something he does all the goddamn time.

Victor is scarily good at masking. For those who don’t know what I mean, masking is the act of hiding one’s true personality, desires, and/or emotions to conform to society. I mask due to past trauma. Victor masks to meet public expectation. 

You’ve probably guessed already that masking is incredibly unhealthy–it’s repression, after all. If it gets bad enough, you’ll stop knowing where masking ends and you begin. Sometimes it takes me months to figure out how I feel about something because I need to sort through so many layers of masking and anxiety and doubt. It’s really difficult sometimes. 

We see tons of lovely examples of Victor masking throughout the show. Here are a few off the top of my head: 

(^absolutely terrified vitya trying to be smooth)

(^living up to his press image)

(^so incredibly upset on so many levels but he doesn’t dare show it)

(^pissed enough that yuuri picks up on it. and then acts dishonestly w/ yuuri by trying to come off as pleasant)

(i love that yuuri is comfortable enough by this point to call victor out on his bs. if you’re gonna get mad, get mad) 

(you can actually see Victor’s hand shake if you watch the scene. boy is so pissed and he’s holding it in)

etc etc. 

Victor is actually incredibly reserved in all the emotions he shows, especially if it’s anger or sadness. For most of the series, he only lets himself go in front of Yuuri or alone. Victor hides from himself, he hides from Yuuri, and it helps no one in the end. 

The beach sequence, actually, is important to this idea too. As we know, Victor asks Yuuri what he wants them to be. 

And then he lists off all these options before essentially asking to go out with him, but in a way that says he’s too scared to do it outright.

Now, this is partially to gauge Yuuri’s feelings towards him, but it’s also highly revealing of Victor’s self-worth. He’s willing to put on any mask, any persona to be with Yuuri. Yuuri, of course, doesn’t want this at all. 


And looking at Victor’s reaction (guarded surprise)

This may be the first time Victor has been asked to just be himself. 

So if Victor was a world champion at 16

(boy is 15-16 in that article)

He must have been skating for a while beforehand. We can probably approximate by saying he started competitions around the time Yuri did, which I estimate to be about 12-13. However, Victor does say this 

And if we’re to believe him, 27-20=7, and therefore something happened at the age of 7 to force Victor into backing away from others and working himself to the bone. Uhm, wow. I don’t know how accurate it is to say that, but regardless, he’s been in the public eye for a long fuckin time. 

Victor has spent this long fuckin time building an image: elegance, confidence, charming yet untouchable. The perfect playboy, in a way. This is the person he presents to the public. I think he’s been masking like this for so long he forgot that this isn’t who he is–Victor has the ability to be all those things, but it’s not who he is. Victor is excitable, bubbly, caring, vulnerable, depressed, lonely, hardworking…Yuuri, by asking Victor to be himself, released a metaphorical floodgate on Victor’s emotions. He’s broken that carefully crafted persona. 

Victor is now publicly goofy and affectionate

(i love how he hides his face a little here…how cute and shy while showing off that he’s yuuri’s)

And can drop his composure comfortably 

(also vitya always wears gloves to competitions until they get the rings and then victor keeps the gloves off completely :v) 

I love that Victor’s relationship with Yuuri has allowed him to find himself again, and peel away those masks to live and breathe and love as he was always meant to. 

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

Note: Cat!Hybrid Yoongi 💕 😼 You can read the first part HERE and the second part HERE. Thank you for being so patient with me posting all those tiny spoilers ages ago which weren’t really spoilers but just me getting ideas out. POV shifting, clichés, and ridiculous, unrealistic word porn ahoy. I’m guilty of doing that thing where I neglect exposition in favor of smut because I’m tired and this has been SITTING in a drafted state since literally 2016 while it’s fkcinf August 2017. Also I typed this 99% on mobile so I’ll edit formatting later. 

The specialiest thanks to @joondaily and @94hixtape for reading through everything and giving me amazing feedback. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: smut, hybrid au
Warnings: graphic sexual content (fantasizing, masturbation, oral, penetrative - dear lord holy hell), hybrid smut
Word Count: 10k (over ten thousand fucking words) 
Rating: X, for eXtra graphic (MA/NC-17) 


Yoongi doesn’t get to finish his sentence or his thought because you tilt your head up to lick at the thin stream of milk that runs down his neck. Your tongue meets the soft skin covering his adams apple, and you move up towards his chin. You have officially lost your goddamn mind.


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Emotional Cheating

“Hiya love.”

Harry greeted from the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes looking discreetly at the clock that stated it’s 1 AM in the wee hours of morning.

“Told you not to wait up for me.”

He took his polo off that was slightly damp from his swear along with his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, feeling the extra fatigue come to his system once he felt fresh from having been tired in the studio and having a few drinks in the bar.

He went to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on your cheek, a downgrade of what used to be a long kiss on your lips or a hug in where he’d nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, completely inhaling your scent before pressing little kisses.

“How was your day?”

“’S good, finished some backing vocals. Had a few drinks with Nick and Kendall.”

Your stomach slightly felt queasy at the mention of her, but the feeling lifted for a second to realize that Harry’s your boyfriend, not her’s.

You weren’t blind to not see the older pictures of Harry and Kendall every time you scrolled down your feed of any social media account, nor the times Hardy made clear and evident that she was just a friend yet with him being a bit more talkative when she was there.

Yet deep inside you, you had the assurance that Harry loves you, yet not eaxactly as much as expressive as you are.

“You tired, baby?”

You asked, your hand going through his hair which made him release a sound of comfort, his head pressed upon your palm, humming out an answer you expected.



You immediately relaxed once you heard Harry’s voice the moment he accepted your call, the bass of the loud music as his background not going unnoticed.

“Where are you, love?”

“O — oh! I forgot to tell you this morning! It’s Kendall’s birthday today!”

The plan of spending a special night with Harry crumbled underneath your fingertips, making you take a deep breath to control yourself.

It was supposed to be a night to be spent completely between the both of you, especially now that you were promoted a rank higher in your job, something that you’ve hoped for ever since the start.

“What time are you going home, H?”

He hummed, the image of Harry probably looking at his watch striking in your mind, making you wait anxiously.

“Maybe a few minutes after midnight? And Y/N, baby, I told you not to wait up for me. ’S the reason why you’re always tired in the morning.”

“God forbid I get tired, Harry. Wish her a happy birthday for me, will you?”

“Will do, love,” he almost shouted since he couldn’t hear himself through the music, the sound of his name being called by probably one of his friends being heard by the both of you.

“Okay. I love y-…”

You were cut short with the line being completely dropped, upsetting you maybe a bit more than it should, making you turn your attention to the drink in front of you.


“Cheating. They call it emotional cheating.”


Harry’s eyebrows immediately furrowed from what you were saying, stopping himself from putting some clothes in his duffel bag that would last him for a day and in his toiletries, his attention completely turning towards you whose arms are crossed and standing in the doorway.

“Love, what the hell are you saying?”

He asked, nearing towards you and putting his hands on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face.

“Is this about your birthday tomorrow? Baby, I told you I would make up for it. You know I promised James I would come to his baby shower. Which happens to be in a yacht for a day.”



“I would be lying if I tell you that I didn’t notice how invested you are in Kendall. Every time you see her, the picture; the conversations.”

Harry breathed out since he noticed you lately of you changing your habits slightly, of how your eyes looked tired.

Yet beyond that, he didn’t seem to notice on how much you compromised. On how much you adjusted your life around him so you could be simply with him.

“Love, it just happens that James invited Kendall too. It isn’t my decision.”

You stared at your feet, feeling the hollowness in your heart for what felt alike in the past few months, your hands being put on top of his shoulders.

“You love me, right?”

“I do.”


It was obvious.

The moment Harry appeared on the door from the night after James’ baby shower, he already knew that you knew it.

And in fact, you already knew it, if it wasn’t for the people tagging you on posts numerously that your phone blew up with notifications, nor the text James sent saying that he’s sincerely sorry because if he knew, he wouldn’t invite either of them and even scold Harry.

He was looking at you expectingly, the tears already flowing out of his eyes as his heart dropped on the sight of you sitting silently on the couch, cussing himself silently of how much he messed up.

“Please say something.”

His voice cracked, pleading for you to say anything, whether it would favor him or not because at that moment, the silence was killing him slowly. He knew how well you could give a silent treatment and remembered a promise to himself long ago that he wouldn’t cross you again because he hates it.

He hates every single bit of it.

“That’s a nice birthday present.”

His heart tightened of what she just said, regretting the things he’ve done faster than when he did it, fully knowing that you can’t and you’re not looking into his eyes.

“I’m giving you a choice. So you wouldn’t think of me as being selfish.”

You stood up, looking down the floor until your feet was a good ruler away from his shoes, making it as a basis so that you wouldn’t get close to him.

“Five days. First choice is I stay here and not talk nor do anything that has to do with me interacting with you. Second is that I stay in a hotel and we could talk. On the phone, one call. Five minutes a day.”

“Love-…” Harry cut himself short, clenching and unclenching his fist at the weight of the moment he carries.

“It would kill me to not either see you nor talk to you.”

You wanted to fight him with what he said, but you took off the urge, your gaze still fixed on the floor.


Harry gulped, desperately wanting to fix what he caused in the first place.


“Fucking pick.”

He knew it. He knew it better than anyone should to not break your trust. Especially when you cussed at him while fighting. And yet again, he brought it upon himself. The both of you suffering.

Harry hiccuped out his answer amidst his tears, feeling the pain sear right through his seams that he felt shitty to say the least.


Would he use his five minutes now?

It was less than thirty minutes after you left the house on the same day he went home, bringing yourself and nothing else but your car, your keys, your phone and your cash.

You figured that you would buy clothes in the mini botiques the hotel has once the air gets too suffocating in your room.

You figured that you would rely on the hotel’s complimentary incentives for the toilteries.

You figured that you would have a drink or two from the mini bar they consider that’s in their mini refigerator.

Harry thought of it for a moment if it would be a good time to use his five minutes. Even better is what’s he going to say.

Your commitment is hanging on by five phone calls he’s going to make, your judgement, and maybe includes his prayers for you to be back on his arms.

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Journal Series: some pages from my thanksgiving holiday break. In my experience it can be really hard to journal while you’re traveling; you often don’t have the time or energy at the end of the day to sit down and journal, so my favorite method is to gather different memorabilia (Polaroids, postcards, metro tickets, menus, etc) to tape in and jot down some quick memorable things or thoughts about where you went. It’s a quick, simple, and creative way to keep all your memories.

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) A/B/O Series

A/N: HEY GUYS! I literally forgot that I made this a month ago but never posted it haha! :D I’ve always been a sucker for a/b/o fics and I wanted to shake things up a bit. (: Please excuse any misspellings as I get too excited when I write ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤

Delta: Reader is a rare being in the a/b/o cycle and finds herself along side the Avengers. She manages to hide her true nature successfully until she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed super soldier. 

Warnings: Minor character death. Angst. 

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Panic Attacks and P Orbitals - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Suffering from panic attacks is no unfamiliar action to Y/N, luckily Peter is there to hold her breath.

Requested: Yes @justsomeweirdfan

Warning: talks of panic attack, none

Words: 1862

@justsomeweirdfan requested this, I hope you like it!! Requests are open so send me some! I will be posting a new prompt list tomorrow!:) love u all<33



Another day of studying, another wave of stress hitting you like a bus. Your eyes scattered across the pages of your Chemistry book in horror, each word slamming into your brain with such great confusion your head was spinning. Nothing made sense, and it still hadn’t after six months of sitting in that class. It was as if your brain couldn’t comprehend anything related to orbitals, or atoms in general. You were utterly clueless on the matter.

It wasn’t that you had waited ‘til the utter last minute to study for your test tomorrow, you started studying three days ago. Your teacher had informed the class three days in advance to make sure you all had an advantage. You silently thanked her for the help as you watched the rest of your class roll their eyes and look off into the distance, not caring that your helpful teacher was guiding your mere urge to study in the right direction. Surprised, you had turned to your friend, Peter who was sitting in the row next to you and widened your eyes at him, signaling for him to help you out starting that day.

Peter yawned as his eyes met your sudden gaze and he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and leaned over towards you to whisper, “We’ve got this. I’ll help you out, don’t worry,” he muttered, a small and hopeful smile spread across his face as he realized your nervous state.

You turned your lips up into a weary smile and sighed heavily at his easing manner and turned to face the front of the classroom. Peter was of course at ease. excelling in absolutely every subject in the book, especially Chemistry. You would quickly shoot him a text about a homework question and within two minutes, he had explained it perfectly to you, your brain suddenly becoming one with his skill. It was as if you needed Peter to explain everything that your teacher could, but couldn’t get past the wall of confusion you had up in your mind. But, just to help you, he would come over that night, and the next, and then the final night before the test to help you study for the subject you were confused on.

The final night had approached as you continued to listen to Peter tutor you the different types of orbitals the electrons could be and how the P orbital was this and the D orbital was that. Your eyes flashed to his bright brown orbs and back to where his pencil was pointing in the book, your attention snapping from thing to another.

“Okay, remember when Ms. Robins had said that the 2p, 3p, 4p can each hold six electrons because they each have three orbitals?” Peter asked you, his thin eyebrows raised in your direction, eyes scanning yours for any sign of understanding.

God no, Peter. How can you remember what Ms. Robins had said that day when all you were trying to focus on was how badly you were gonna fail this test.

Your brain searched for any memory or knowledge on the subject. You got nothing, as usual and bit your lip as a sign of hard thinking to please Peter before muttering how badly you were lost, “Uhh, not really?” you slightly questioned yourself and Peter’s eyes shifted downward in defeat as he flipped to the page and explained it all over again.

As Peter was explaining the previous lesson over again to you, his phone rang. His attention snapped before shooting you an apologetic look, reaching over and grabbing his phone off your desk.

“Oh shit, it’s May. I forgot to tell her I was here, I’ll be right back,” he mutters, getting up and making his way to the door to give you some quiet and privacy.

He points at you jokingly and then back to the book, “Study that, I’ll be right back!”

You throw him a thumbs up and a weak smile before he smiles and leaves you to read the complex work by yourself. You deeply sighed and moved the book to completely in front of you, your eyes focusing on the words and examples to try and make everything seem whole for once. Minutes went by as the slight sound of Peter discussing his antics with May muffled through your bedroom door and your mind was seen in different places. One focused on absolutely nothing, the other part attempting to scan the meaning of the words across your textbook.

The words ran together as your pulse suddenly began to slightly quicken, your mind rushing over the text in a daze. You instantly felt your body become heavy and your thoughts become agile and evident.

You can’t do this. This test is going to ruin your GPA and you’ll be fucked. You’ll never understand anything, you’re going to fail Studying is going to make it worse, because you’ll never figure it out. You’re a failure,  you’re a failure,  you’re a failure,  you’re a failure,  you’re a failure.

The antagonizing thoughts hurried through your clouded judgement and your body seemed to shut down on everything around you. You almost couldn’t describe it, this had never happened to you. Your nerves and confusion had never taken such a toll on your being. Your brain shutting out any noise that could possibly disrupt your thinking, you began to fall into a void of disorientation. Your mind couldn’t put the words together that hooked to the solution of the question. The words across the page became one huge blur of black ink as you felt your heart beat quicken to a rapid measure. Veins pumping with nerves and your stomach felt heavy, almost clouded with futile air.

Your pink lips became chapped and dry as the puffs of air that released from your mouth hit the space around you heavily. Nothing was a clear indicator of anything anymore, the room around you clouded with swerves of energy and countless thoughts of failure as your Y/E/C glazed over with an elusive gaze. Your chest felt as if someone had pushed a boulder on top of it, and refusing to move it for the slightest second. Your right hand flew up to your chest in a manner to attempt and stop the horrendous sense that had escalated throughout your body.

You flung yourself out of your chair and hit hard on the carpeted floor beneath you, your mind whisking away knowledgeable thoughts as your grasping hand flew over and pushed the near object across your room, hitting your wall loudly. Your breathing was definitely evident, just not wanted in any sort of way. Panic was all you could feel, think, or hear in your manner.

Everything was blurry, Peter’s figure opening the door ferociously to see you gasping for help on the floor in front of his eyes. His fuzzy body ran over to your weak one. Breaths became heavier between you two and your body felt heavier and heavier.


Peter’s eyes were filled with fear as he scanned your helpless body on the floor, heavy breaths emitting from your terrified body. He flew to his knees as close to you as possible,hands instantly resting themselves on top of your hand that was placed on your chest.

“Y/N you’re having a panic attack! I need you to slow down for me!” he yelled breathless at you, with little knowledge of what to do in this type of situation. His eyes scanned your huge Y/E/C ones and he felt every horrid emotion flood his body once again.

Everything happening so fast Peter’s mind wracked for a solution, his time running out as he began to look around the room for some kind of quick solution. His heart dip flips and his stomach somersaults, his love for you being so evident that his concern was was overdone.

“You’re gonna be okay. I promise you, I promise,” Peter rushed out, your anxiety hitting him like a truck, his words attempting to calm your hyped demeanor and flood your ears in hope of your state dropping to a placid state.

You need to stall her breathing.

The solution switched to the front of his mind and his eyes flashed with nerves and concern all at once as he looked at you once more, your eyes wide with terror and bewilderment. His thoughts ran with pictures of you and ways to help you stop the attack.


“I need to stall your breathing!” Peter fumbled out to you, his figure limp with concern as you felt your mind slowly begin to shut out everything around you.

You shook your slightly in any way to communicate with him. Your captivating eyes slowly began to shut as the attack worsened second by second. Peter witnessed your daze slowly turn from a wide eyed one to a dreary eyed, almost unconscious one. His hand reached forward and grabbed your face and brought you close to his, eyes fanning over yours for some sign of click back to reality.

He bit his pink lip anxiously before whispering against your dry, chapped lips in a fumbling manner, “Y/N..” he mumbled as his thumbs rapidly ran over your cheeks in a soft yet distressed way before practically flying over and smashing his lips against your open mouth.

As his lips hit yours, the breath that was lodged in the back of your throat skipped backwards, a “zip” type noise emit from your occupied lips. The near closed setting around flashed back to soothing and calm once again, your heart beginning to storm back to the normal and erratic beat it always had whenever you were with Peter. The blood in your veins slowed, your brain opening back up to a suddenly quiet state as the thoughts that had been swirling around in your mind and the breaths emitting from your mouth for the past minutes had diminished to their accurate ways.

Peter felt his heart drop into his stomach as the sound of your uneven breathing was paced back to normal and the feeling of your lips on his filled his thoughts. The sparks that hit him danced up and down his veins, and the sparks of stopping your panic had hit your heart in several ways.

His breath sucked in tightly before slowly pulling back, savoring the last few moments his lips were barely grazing yours. Both pairs of eyes fluttered open and were hit with a matching pair of captivating stares. Your mouth remained open and his closed tightly at the sight of your surprised yet delighted sudden demeanor. Nerves jumbled through his mind while admiration and affection danced around you at the sight of the boy before you.

“Y-You stalled my breathing. You stopped it,” you gently let out, your voice sweet and soft as it filled his ears.

His face turned rose red as he looked down at the floor and the then back up to meet your loving gaze, “Y-Yeah,” was all he could mumble out.

His nerves proved upon his face, your normal breathing reminding you that Peter had graciously stopped your horrid and nerve-wracking panic attack. Your mouth dared to mutter three words as they arrived at the front of your mind.

“Do it again.”

It’s An Older Sibling Thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1469+ words

TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it! 

11.  “He must pay well.”

A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.

“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.

When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.

“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.

“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.

“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.

“What do you-”

“The demon you brought here.”

“Brought here?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”

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drunk boyfriend tag

summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)

tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff

by: angelboydjh on tumblr

word count: ~1.8k

first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)


dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.

“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.

“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.

“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.

dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.

“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.

“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.

“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”

dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.

phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.

“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.


dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.

phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!

“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”

phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.

“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.

it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.

he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.

“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.

“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.

“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.

“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.

“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.

“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.

“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.

“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.

“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.

“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.

“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”

“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.

“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.

“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.

“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.

“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.

“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.

“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”

“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”

“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”

“what about me?” asked dan.

“the south.”

“ugh! exact place!”

“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”

“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.

“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.

“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.

“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”

“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.

“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”

“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”

“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.

“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.

“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.

“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.

“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.

“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.

once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.

“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.

when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.

“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.

within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.

“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”

“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.

“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.

“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”

“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.

“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)

“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.

“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.

“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.

“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.

“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.

“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.

“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.

“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.

“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.


it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.

“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.

“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.

“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.

“uh, phil.” dan said.

“yes?” phil hummed.

“you posted the wrong video.”

“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.

“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.

“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”

“i was drunk too!”

“well, i would keep it up.”


“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”

Here’s My Heart (Part One)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: No, but taken from this post
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Homecoming Spoilers, Food Mention, Kinda Swearing??
A/N: Shoutout to @hands1766 for sending me this post to begin with :)
A/N #2: It’s insinuated that reader uses female pronouns
Part Two Part Three

Originally posted by zgallagher

*ignore the caption*

Peter Parker was pretty sure he was in love with you. Ever since the first day of sophomore year, when you had been assigned as his lab partner, he knew he would be smitten for you. You had made a science pun within the first few minutes of class to him, and honestly, what more could Peter ask for?

But then you had become friends, and he had gotten to know you, and he realized there was so much more to you than a beautiful smile and dorky humor. You were generous and kind, and you were shy but outgoing when you were comfortable with someone.

You had grown to be comfortable with him, and Ned, and Peter fell in love with your personality even more. You still made cheesy puns at any opportunity you could get, and while Peter would grimace and say, “C’mon, that was so bad”, he secretly loved them. You laughed in response, knowing the truth.

Sophomore year had come and gone, and the three of you had been attached to the hips. You were your own little group, with Michelle sitting with you guys at lunch but never admitting she was a part of the group.

It was now junior year, and the three (four) of you were as close as ever. Peter was excited to hear that the two of you still had science together this year, and he was hoping you would be paired up as lab partners again. 

And, thankfully, you were assigned his partner. You walked over to him with a bright smile on your face, and Peter’s heart nearly stopped in his chest. It was the exact same image he remembered seeing on the very first day of sophomore year. And here you were, a year later, your hair grown longer and your smile even bigger as you walked towards him. You sat down, and he still stared at you with admiration. You stared at him back, and muttered the same pun that was one of the first things he had ever heard you say to him.

He laughed the same laugh, quiet enough to keep the moment only between you two in the back of the classroom. In that moment, he didn’t know what he would’ve done without you if you hadn’t come into his life a year ago. You made his life lighter, you gave him the strength he needed when he felt like he was failing everyone—the city, his aunt, his friends, and even you.

He was thankful you found out about his powers when you did—the night of Homecoming, when you had helped Ned take down his attacker. He knew he should’ve been more worried about Liz, his date, who he had abandoned to go apprehend her father, but he couldn’t help himself from panicking about you, standing in front of him with an alien weapon in your hand.

“(Y/N)!” He had yelled, rushing over to you as he completely forgot the Spiderman attire he was dressed in. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

He pulled the weapon from your hands, placing it on the ground before he rested his hands on your shoulders, and you laughed a little shakily as you looked him up and down. “So, Ned told me you’re Spiderman,” you said in response, and he gasped as he remembered he was in his suit.

“I, uh,” he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t care that it was you who Ned had told, but still. He didn’t want his secret to put you in harm’s way. “You didn’t answer the question,” he said instead, and you smiled.

“I’m fine, Pete,” you had said. “Now go save the day.”

You leaned in to give him a hug, and it wasn’t the first time you two had hugged, so he could tell you were holding on tighter than usual. “I’ll be fine, (Y/N),” he whispered to you, quiet enough for Ned to not hear.

“Yeah, you’re right. You will,” you pulled back from him, his body no longer touching yours. You took a few steps backwards, and he thought he could see a glassiness in your eyes, but you looked down too soon for him to be completely sure.

“Bye guys,” he had said before swinging off into the distance.

That was the night Peter realized he had fallen for you.

And still, many months later, he couldn’t find it in himself to confess. He thought that you felt the same, or maybe he was just reading into things too much. But every time you blushed when he swung his arm around your shoulder when you walked, or when he would catch you smiling at him as he spoke and you would look away quickly when he noticed, or when you would stay awake for him until he texted you that he was back at his apartment after a night of crimefighting, he questioned whether your feelings for him were truly platonic.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he could just tell. It had to be true. He had built himself up into thinking you felt the same way too much that he would crash and burn if it weren’t the truth. He had tried to think of ways to ask you out before his confidence in your feelings could waver, but with every idea that came, he knew you deserved better.

You deserved the best. He needed to give you the best.

As the two of you finished class together with the teacher simply explaining what he had planned for the next year, the two of you parted ways in the hallway to go to your respective classes.

“What do you have next?” You asked him as you walked out of the science lab. 

“Um,” Peter hummed, pulling out his schedule to check. He hadn’t had any time to memorize it due to his Spiderman duties. “History. You?”

“English,” you frowned, a sad look in your eyes.

“What about after that?” He asked, looking back down at his schedule. 

“Gym,” you said, and he smiled, looking up at you.

“Same,” he said, and a smile lit up on your own face.

“I guess I’ll see you there then,” you began to walk backwards, smiling even wider at him. “Bye, Peter,” you said and turned around.

“Bye, (Y/N),” he whispered, more to himself than to you. He needed to tell you. He didn’t think he could take this any longer.

So in his next class, where he thankfully found Ned sitting in a seat in the back, he tried to make a plan. He plopped down in the seat next to Ned, saying, “I’m gonna ask (Y/N) out.”

Ned didn’t look up from his book. He had heard Peter say this on many occasions. “Oh yeah?”

Peter shook his head, although his friend wasn’t paying attention, so he slapped his arm. Ned recoiled, finally looking up while rubbing his arm. 

“I’m really gonna do it this time,” Peter said excitedly, practically jumping in his seat. 

“Alright,” Ned said slowly, still rubbing his arm. “How are you gonna do it?”

“Well, that’s why I need your help,” Peter elaborated. “I don’t know how to do it. But it needs to be special.”

“Special,” an eyebrow quirked on Ned’s forehead. 

“Yes, Ned, special,” Peter replied, exasperated. “So help me out. Do you have any ideas?”

As Ned opened his mouth to speak, the teacher entered the room, announcing her name to the class. Peter sighed, annoyed, but turned towards the front of the class to pay attention.

For most of the class, Peter zoned out, thinking about ideas to ask you out. He thought of a sign, and asking you out in front of the whole school, but he discarded that idea immediately. You never liked having everyone’s eyes on you.

He thought about a cake, or pizza, in the shape of a heart, but he thought that was too cheesy. Although, he could make a pun with the pizza. 

‘I know this might be cheesy, but will you go out with me?’

No. Definitely not. He tried to think of something else.

But with everything he thought of, he knew none of them were good enough for you. Everything was too lame, or it had been done too many times, and none of them were special enough. He wanted to do something special.

Before he knew it, the bell rang. He leaped up from his chair, asking Ned what class he had next. “Gym,” he answered, and Peter smiled excitedly.

“Great, great,” Peter said, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the classroom quickly. “Did you think of any ideas for (Y/N) during class?”

“Wha- no!” Ned exclaimed, pulling his arm away from Peter’s grip. “I was paying attention to the teacher. It’s the first day of school, Peter!”

“Yes, but this is really important, Ned,” he begged, grabbing his friend’s arm again. “Just help me think of something!”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Ned said, as if it was as simple as that.

Peter stared at him, disgusted. “I said special, Ned. Special.”

The two continued to bicker on their way to the gym, and when they arrived, they retrieved their gym clothes before going to change. Peter finished changing first, and he walked out to see you sitting on the bleachers with some people around you. You laughed at something someone said, leaning forward with your hands on your knees as you smiled widely.

Peter sighed, admiring you. You were beautiful. He didn’t think he would ever get used to your beauty. 

“Hey, Parker!” Peter heard, and he sighed again, this time not in a good way. He turned to see Flash walking towards him, a smirk on his face. His yell caught the attention of a few other people in the gym, including yours.

“What do you want, Flash?” Peter said, aggravated that it was only the third period of the new year and he was already being harassed.

“I’m gonna need to have a chat with your little buddy, Spiderman,” he said, walking closer to him. Peter’s heart began to beat harder in his chest.

“And why is that?” He asked as Flash stopped a few feet away from him.

“He trashed my dad’s car. The thing is completely smashed up,” Flash said with an angry voice, but his face didn’t look bothered at all.

“Yeah, well, that’s not my problem,” Peter replied, and he knew he was asking for it when Flash took another step forward, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What was that?” Flash clenched his hands into fists to threaten Peter.

(He was not at all threatened.)

“I said, that it’s not my problem. I don’t even know who the guy is.”

Flash took the final step forward for them to be face to face, and he tilted his head slightly when Peter stood his ground.

“Hm, you seem to have gotten awfully confident this past summer, Parker,” he stared at him up and down, eyebrows still furrowed. Peter kept staring straight into his eyes. “We’re gonna have to fix that.”

“Hey, guys!” A cheerful voice said loudly, and Peter felt an arm swing around his shoulders. The two boys looked to their sides to see you standing there, a blinding fake smile on your face as you glared at Flash. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing at all,” Flash’s eyebrows were no longer furrowed, and his hands were now unclenched, hanging loosely by his sides. “How are you doing today, (Y/N)? How was your summer?”

It was Peter’s turn to have furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists. He had always known Flash had a crush on you—he was incredibly obvious. But to see him flirting with you now, just minutes after Peter was talking about plans to ask you out?

It pissed him off.

You laughed Flash’s flirting off, not answering his questions. All you said was, “I just came to get Peter. Now, if you would excuse us.” And then you slid your arm from around his shoulders and instead grabbed his hand. Peter sucked in a quick breath of air at the feeling of your fingers interlocking with his.

“He’s such a dick,” you muttered to Peter, and he could only find it in himself to nod in response.

The two of you chatted until Ned joined you, and then the three of you talked until the teacher arrived. Peter was jittery the whole time, still stuck on how to ask you out in a special way. The teacher made his way into the gym, announcing his name before ordering all the boys to pair up and practice sit-ups. Ned groaned as him and Peter jumped off of the bleachers, and Peter laid down on the mat first. Ned kneeled in front of him and held his feet.

“Did you think of anything?” Peter said quietly to Ned as he began to do the sit-ups. He glanced behind him quickly to see you talking with the same people you had been when he walked in. He looked back at Ned, continuing the sit-ups.

“You’ve gotta think of this yourself, dude,” Ned said, and Peter groaned. “If you want it to be special, then it needs to come from your heart. Not mine.”

Peter laughed quietly, and Ned replied with a quick, “Shut up.” He had never heard his best friend sound so sappy before.

Your loud laugh suddenly echoed through the gym. Peter smiled, turning around subtly to see your face. You were covering your mouth embarrassedly, and the girl you were talking with laughed in response. Your cheeks were blush red and you looked down at your lap, not meeting anyone’s eye.

“I’m just saying,” Peter heard you say to the girl next to you. “I think it would be a cute idea.”

“You sound so old!” The girl next to you laughed, and you slapped her arm lightly, shushing her. Your cheeks were still red.

“No, I don’t! It sounds sweet, shut up!” You defended yourself.

Peter smiled at your affronted expression. Ned began to say something to him, but he quieted him immediately. He wanted to hear what you were talking about. Maybe it could lead to a good idea, a special one.

“A cassette tape? Come on now, those were a thing in like, the sixties.”

“Well yeah, but,” you scrambled to find the right words, cheeks growing redder. “It’s cute!”

“I don’t think so,” the girl shook her head. “They’re old.

“Yeah, but it’s like your own playlist, but a physical version. Imagine if someone took the time to create a mixtape for you with songs specifically for you. I would love that,” you smiled dreamily at this point, and Peter’s eyes widened. He looked at Ned, his eyes wide as well.

“A mixtape!” The two of them whispered to each other in unison, and Peter’s face held a triumphant grip.

“Is there anyone you’re crushing on, (Y/N)? Because it seems like it,” the girl smirked at you, and you grew flustered.

“I, uh, what? No, that’s- what?” You stuttered, and Peter’s eyes grew impossibly wider.

Before the girl could respond, the gym teacher called out to the class for the girls to switch to the boys. As Peter and Ned stood up to go sit on the bleachers, you and the girl stood to hop off of them. 

And as they sat down, Peter and Ned shared a glance with each other. Peter still had a grin on his face.

He would ask you out. He would finally do it.

Hi my dudes. So this was gonna be a one part, short little thing. As you can see, that did not happen. I really really like this one, so does anyone want a second part? Let me know! Requests are open :)


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Humans Are Weird - Prosthetics

So, I’ve just binged on a bunch of “Humans are Weird”/”Space Australia” posts and I’ve absolutely fallen in love with the ideas and the concepts, and I figured I’d toss my hat into the ring with something I haven’t seen much (if any) of - Humans with physical disabilities. I’m of the thought that some aliens are like starfish, and can just regrow their limbs after a period of time if lost, and other aliens will retire their crippled to more ‘homely duties’ with assistance by other aliens, or that some aliens will be rid of their crippled in search of a physically strong race.


Zan’via had dealt with humans on their travels before, having even crewed on a few ships with small teams of humans on a few missions. And they could say that they were impressed: while a lot of the stories they had heard were true, there were many more things that he had not heard of but had seen that had left him thoroughly surprised and, in some cases, even somewhat scared.

They never expected to encounter anything like this.

To be fair, all the captain had asked of Zan’via to do was to go retrieve the ship’s head of security (a human that all of the crew referred to as ‘Chief’) for a pre-landing brief. And the Chief’s door was open upon reaching his berthing, so Zan’via didn’t feel the need to knock.

Finding the human with only their underclothes on wasn’t what shocked Zan’via. Seeing half of the human’s left leg on the desk across the room was.

“Christ mate, you should’ve knocked.” The human said with a breath of relief, having been caught by surprise by Zan’via.

“I apologise, Chief, I forgot that your species has reservations about being seen in a state of undress.” Zan’via responded, their eyes still fixed on the limb still resting on the desk top. The human noted this and sighed, reaching over to grab the leg and get it ready to attach onto his body.

“So, what’s up?” ‘Chief’ asked nonchalantly as he undid a few clips on the metal plate just below his knee and started lining up the connectors on the prosthetic limb with the plate.

“The captain has requested your presence on the bridge… what are you doing with your limb?”

“Just putting my leg on for the day.”

“I was not aware that your species had removable limbs…”

“Oh, we don’t. This is a replacement for the one I lost a number of years back.”

“But it looks artificial. I remember reading that humans can survive a number of injuries and heal back remarkably well.” To this, Chief laughed.

“Mate, there’s a difference between recovering from a few broken ribs and a large penetrating wound, and having your leg completely severed from just below the knee. Our bones can reform from breaks and fractures, our skin can seal back up, and some of our organs can and will grow back if we lose parts of them, but we cannot regenerate a large part of our body after an injury like that. And after decades of leaving people crippled after an accident or a defect leaves a person without an arm, or a leg, or a hand, we developed technology that allowed those people to regain their lost ability.” Chief finished clipping his leg on and rotated his ankle around to test functionality. “At first it was just to help people walk and move around, but as time went on, our prosthetic technology advanced to the point where we can replace entire organs without any loss in functionality. Hell, some of the replacement parts we’ve made can even exceed what the human body can do naturally.”

“But why?” Zan’via was still having trouble comprehending exactly why humans would want to do such a thing. Chief shook his head and stood up, beginning to put on the rest of his duty uniform.

“Because we believe that everyone should have the best quality of life, regardless of their circumstances. Just because you don’t have an arm doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to write or fly. Just because you don’t have a leg doesn’t mean you can’t run or jump or dance. Some people lose their limbs in accidents and find life afterwards hard because they can’t do things they once did beforehand. Others are born missing limbs, and never get the chance to do things ‘normal’ people can do. If we can provide a chance for them to live life like the rest of us, then why not?”

“I think I understand… somewhat.” Zan’via’s eyes then locked back onto the now-covered leg, then back up to the Chief’s face. The human could see what his companion wanted to ask next.

“Vee-Bee-Ess-Ess gone wrong, about six years ago. I slipped off a walkway on a Torian cargo vessle and my leg caught between a support beam and a storage container. Combat Medics had to sever my leg to free me. I was in hospital for a couple of months for healing and installation of the neural interface that allows me to move my leg the way I do, then another seven months in rehabilitation to learn how to walk again.” Chief then lifted his leg and rotated his ankle, then set it down and jumped and twisted around. Zan’via watched and just from observing, they could not see any major signs that the human was any different from any normal human. “Now I’m good as new, and have been kicking ass since.”

“I can see.” Zan’via backed up and let the chief pass them through the doorway as the pair made their way to the bridge. “Does it hurt?”

“The pain never really goes away, to be honest. Sometimes it feels like I’ve still got my old leg there, even when the new one isn’t attached. ‘Phantom Limb Syndrome’, they call it. But I manage, I’ve done so for six years so far.” The human then looked to Zan’via, and they could see the glint of determination in the human’s eyes. “If keeping my job and doing what I love meant that I had to have all my limbs fully replaced, then I’d do so in a heartbeat. Nothing can stop a human from a goal, nothing but death.”

Zan’via stood in place as the human continued on towards the bridge, dwelling over what the human had told them. The next chance they got, they would write it down into the ‘notes’ section of the manual in regards to humans.

Vee-Bee-Ess-Ess = VBSS = Visit, Board, Search and Seizure

Ok but please consider sincerely three having date nights once a week and alternating who picks the date like first week is Evan, next is Connor, then Jared, and then all three of them agree on something special at the end of every month (because lowkey they probably got together near the end of a month and thats kind of how they celebrate their love)

it gets long and gay oops

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Uhh so this was in my drafts which I havent checked in weeks and totally forgot about? Anyway seeing as the fic I was supposed to be posting today got deleted,,, yall can have this one from like 5 months ago instead lmao.

Tony really should have noticed sooner.

On the surface, nothing seemed wrong. Steve was fine. A little ragged, maybe, but fine. He acted in the same way, smiled at Tony no differently, scolded Clint no less.


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It’s still February so it still counts as Valentine’s Day fic, right?  Right? *nervous laugh*

There’s another drawing, too, but it really belongs at the end of the story, so it’s under the spoiler cut.

Inspired by this post about a Valentine’s Day-ike holiday for Hyrule - almost all the worldbuilding about Ribbon Day is from there, so credit where it’s due, those aren’t my ideas!

Ribbon Day

8,007 words, Vio/Shadow, rated T

Summary: When Shadow is introduced to a Hyrulean holiday celebrating different kinds of relationships, he starts to question whether his feelings for Vio are really as platonic as he has believed them to be for the past two years.  But even if he lets himself admit that it’s romantic love, he can’t escape the feeling that he’s getting it wrong somehow.  That he’s missing some crucial piece.

Who would expect a shadow-demon to be able to love properly, anyway?

Featuring asexual!Shadow, internalized acephobia/self-loathing, and lots of pining.  Which makes it sound like a much sadder story than it actually is.  I swear it ends well!

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dnp: lite // shorter, lighter questions regarding dnp // total length: 17:06

1:04 my personal favorite dnp outfits
4:26 what is special about dnp’s relationship?
7:37 my fav pick-me-up vid(s)
8:55 fav post-baking universe moments

dnp: going deep // heavier topics, bit more serious business // total length: 33:07

:20 why do dnp command respect from their peers? 
5:54 why do dnp command attention and interest from their audience? 
14:04 thoughts on lack of prolonged fandom interest in the stage show and books, and the branded nature of those products
17:59 the youtube community’s response to felix + dnp’s relationship with him
24:16 dnp, phandom, and race

part ii: personal // questions bout me and my opinions on shit // total length: 53:06

0:00 rapid-fire questions (or my version of it) 
3:07 wolfstar fic recs and my short-lived phase of non-interest in dnp (my ao3 bookmarks and mentioned authors
6:07 what do i want to be talking about on this blog? (spoiler alert: idfk) 
10:33 the style/form of writing i most prefer to write
12:56 being a year younger for my grade + bullying advice
16:12 setting limits for fandom investment and consumption
23:16 hard lines for dnp things i won’t discuss (longer post here
24:41 law degrees: what’s the point man 
32:39 how to stay informed on countries that aren’t the united states (longer post here
39:54 my thoughts on tumblr anonymity, or Why The Hell Did Nihilist Toothpaste Turn Anons Off? 
49:00 things that cheer me up 🌻💛

notes … 

+ok first n foremost @pedestriansquirrel sent me a cute af ask for this that just said ‘how are you today??? :)’ and it was so sweet and i recorded an answer for it when i was still testing my sound but i forgot to properly re-record it and i feel so bad so im answering here: im good and mostly just so very tired, i woke up at 3 am today to drive to DC to help my sister move out of her summer apartment there (she was interning at the house of representatives lmao nerd) 
+sorry in general for the inconsistent sound qual, i recorded early chunks over a month ago and u can defffff tell. i think in ‘dnp: lite’ i talk about a phil live show from ‘this week’ which was actually in early july lmao
+thanks to dann @queerofcups for this amazing idea (go listen to their own voice ask thingies here bc they’re fucking fantastic and dann’s personality is honestly heartwarming) 
+and thanks to sarah @waveydnp for motivating me to finish this lol i probs wouldntve done so if u hadnt messaged me xxxx  
+thanks also to @dantithesis @vdekje @geeky-gossip @queerofcups @waveydnp @flannelfish @void-journal and several anons for sending me questions. yall are the nicest <3 there were also a few of you whose questions i couldn’t get to here but i’ve saved all of them, and maybe will use them to do another episode of this in the future xx

i fucked up and i really need help i’m sorry

so i completely fucking forgot i had auto withdrawal set up for 2 different bills about a month ago, and because of that i’m so far in the negative that i can’t even get help from a cash advance place and i need money to pay towards my therapist session coming up on thursday as well as for food and bus money

please if you can help with any amount i would really appreciate it payments can go to my paypal @ or if you could just reblog this that’d help too thank you