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At first glance, the world of BnHA seems like it might be a fun place to live, but that’s because we’re viewing it from the perspective of the top 1%. For most people, the only difference between their world and the real one is that they are in constant danger. 

Let’s review what we know about quirk law. Only licensed heroes are authorized to use quirks in public. You may use quirks privately, but they must be registered and there are myriad restrictions. You must obtain a license to use quirks for your job, also with various limitations.

On the surface, pretty commonsense. In practice, these laws target the lowest common denominator and thus punish everyone else. If you ever had a teacher who demanded silence from the class because one person misbehaved, it’s like that on a societal scale.

(excerpt from the spin off “BnHA Illegals”) This guy can move slightly faster than a brisk walking pace by holding 3 points of contact with the ground. He’s not allowed to do that. He becomes a vigilante hero, which is a crime.

The “Illegals” manga features several people who turned to the “crime” of vigilante heroism because of the draconian regulation of quirks. It’s on the level of thought-crime, guilty until proven innocent. 

While licenses make sense in the real world with regards to vehicles and guns, it doesn’t make sense for quirks because A) nearly everyone has them, and B) it’s not a choice to obtain it. 

(excerpt from chapter 85) Let’s talk about a case where these laws don’t just inconvenience an individual, but harm all of society. Momo has the quirk “creation” which is very tightly regulated for the sake of the economy. With a hero license she can create anything she needs for heroing, but anything else is (officially) off limits.

This is legislating to the worst case scenario, which, I contend, is a poor strategy in this world. It works from the assumption that she would use her quirk selfishly and excessively. If she created billions of dollars, she would ruin the economy and we would all suffer.

But what if she used her quirk selfishly and in moderation? She could make anything she needs for a modest life, or the money appropriate for a modest living, and it would have no impact on the economy. A good outcome for her and a neutral result for the rest of us. There’s no reason to prohibit this.

And, of course, the law doesn’t consider the best case scenario. What if she uses her quirk selflessly? What if, for example, every couple years she set aside a month to create smart phones for everyone in the world? Would that wreck the economy? One particular industry, sure. Would it benefit literally everyone but electronics CEOs? Would it save thousands of child laborers in sweatshops? YES! That’s a brilliant trade off! But, even if she applied for a business quirk license, I think she’d be denied for the potential disruption of the economy.

(Side note: It has been a topic of many forums whether Momo can make things as complex as a smartphone. I say yes. Recall in the School Trip Arc, she made a tracking device and matching GPS unit. It’s absolutely within her ability.)

Rapid fire round: what should these people do if society was more lenient? Shinso: suicide hotline operator. Todoroki: work inside a nuclear cooling tower, heat up water at the bottom, cool down steam at the top, infinite energy. Uraraka: construction worker work at NASA.

As civilians these quirks would be restricted. Even as heroes these quirks are going to waste from a utilitarian perspective. No one benefits from this arrangement. There is so much potential in the world, and its governments seem dedicated to squandering it.

This is a society that is oppressive to the majority. Quirks could fuel the next stage of human evolution, but laws keep society grounded in the stone age. How can anyone in that world (aside from the 1%ers in their ignorant bubble) not resent that? This is the philosophy that breeds villains, and I can’t help but agree with it.

I just had an idea

What if Lance is captured by the Lotor at one point and is held captive.

What if the team had previously fought Lotor and noticed that he wanted Lance to join him

What if when they rescued Lance they found him sitting in the ship able to leave whenever he wanted

What if he refuses to leave with his team

What if they decide to just leave him that’s because they thought he joined the Galra

What if he had refused to leave because Lotor had ordered Haggar to implant a tracking device in Lance’s arm

What if he couldn’t tell them because Lotor threatened to kill all of the empire’s slaves if he did

What if eventually Lance is able to remove the tracking device and escape because he found out Lotor was bluffing about killing the slaves (they need them)

What if when Lance finally makes it back to the castle of lions the team doesn’t let him in

What if they think it’s a trap

What if Lance goes to fight the empire on his own

What if he pretends to join the Galra and kills Lotor

What if he dies in the process

What if the team finds his body and watches the security footage of him killing Lotor

i am 100% sure the galra have a plan for shiro called “operation kuron” and that they kidnapped him on purpose, woke up him on purpose (phase 2), and let him go on purpose (phase 3). it definitely has something to do with his weird headache, and why nobody chased after him when he stole a fucking galran battle cruiser. i just can’t tell if this is part of lotor’s plan, haggar’s plan, zarkon’s plan, or something or someone else entirely. also, i still don’t know why they can’t track shiro using his arm, which is literally galra tech.

I just had this little conversation with a member of the Jumin Han Protection Squad… 

And we’re wondering, why do people forgive Saeyoung’s actually shitty behaviour, but not Jumin? 

Like Saeyoung has his “violent” outburst by smashing Robocat, he’s actively mean to the player, he won’t allow the player to leave Rika’s apartment and as soon as the player does, he’s putting tracking devices on her clothing while the player has no chance of even saying no. He’s actively saying stuff like “I don’t know whether you’re just light hearted or actually stupid” . Not to mention that he stays in the apartment for days and won’t leave. 

How come people are so thrown off by Jumin, who’s literally like “You can sleep in my bed, I don’t want to send you home late in the evening. Want me to read you a book so you can sleep better? I’ll make you strawberry pancakes for breakfast. Oh yeah, by the way if you want to get a massage or go shopping, you can do all that, we have everything you could possibly need in the building. In case you wanna go outside and get some fresh air, we have a beautiful garden on the roof top.” 

How come Saeyoungs pretty fucking obvious misbehaving is ignored/forgiven? While Jumin does something wrong by intimidating MC and what not, realises it in the next chat, and apologises without hesitation? 

Is that because Saeyoung’s Route is supposed to be the true route? Like, I don’t get it. 

The Labyrinth Chapter 35

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.6k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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Curiosity | Peter Parker

Summary: Where the reader confronts Peter about his absence recently and why he suddenly rejoined the decathlon team…

Warning: minor spoilers, swearing, and a little long…oh well

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Part One / Part Two / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six

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This is Una. She is currently staying at SeaWorld Orlando’s manatee rehabilitation center in one of our critical care pools. The white slatted floor is a hydraulic false bottom which can be raised in order to bring the animals up out of the water for medical treatment with minimal stress. Thanks to the tracking and observation efforts of the Manatee Rescue and Rehabilitation Partnership, we know quite a few details about her life. 

This isn’t her first time at SeaWorld. She was rescued as an orphaned calf in 2003, weighing in at 170lbs. At a weight of 980lbs, she was released at Blue Springs State Park with a few other manatees in 2006. She has been seen with a calf of her own, which is very exciting. However, she also suffered from at least one boat strike. She recovered and was left with five propeller scars on her back. Around 90% of manatees have wounds from boat strikes. The scars are used by scientists to identify individuals. Eventually, Una shed her tracking device but was still spotted regularly and easily recognized by the “A5” ID marking on her tail. In late November of 2016, she was discovered to be severely entangled. Both of her pectoral flippers were tightly wrapped in monofilament fishing line which had cut deeply into the tissue almost to the bone. This is what happens when people toss tangled up fishing line overboard or just let wads of it blow away. Please recycle monofilament fishing line properly.

 If you’d like to visit Una during her recovery, come see the Manatee Rehabilitation Area inside SeaWorld Orlando adjacent to the sea turtle habitat. The park is currently caring for 18 manatees. An adult manatee can eat around 200lbs of wet vegetation per day, and the little orphans are bottle fed specialized formula every two hours around the clock. Rescued patients need radiographs, ultrasounds, endoscopies, daily medications, tube feedings, wound care, and complicated surgical prodecures. SeaWorld of Orlando, Tampa’s Lowry Park Zoo, Miami Seaquarium, and the Jacksonville Zoo are the only facilites permited by the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service as designated manatee hospitals. Your visit funds the care of these sick and injured manatees and other rescued wildlife.

The Florida manatee was recently reclassified as “Threatened” (Previously “Endangered”), but the species is far from recovered. They still need all of the protection and support we can provide. “Not endangered” does not mean “not in danger”. If you are a Florida resident, please always vote for legislation that protects and benefits manatees. You can learn more about the Manatee Rescue and Rehabilitation Partnership here: public.wildtracks.org

The Thing about Mary

It’s been awhile since I made a post about Mary… it’s overdue. *cracks knuckles, limbers up fingers*

It made no sense. None of what they wrote made sense. What was the narrative point of Mary? To “create” Sherlock Holmes and John Watson? I call bullshit; they were already that without any external help. Moreover, if that was her purpose all along, she sure did a lot to destroy that very thing: the dynamic of arguably the most famous and celebrated male friendship in English literature. Just in case we’ve forgotten: 

Mary started undermining both John and Sherlock, individually and together, from the moment she appeared on the screen. She had already interrupted John’s attempted proposal once to excuse herself to the bathroom or wherever she went (”Now then, what did you want to ask me?”)*, then interrupted him and corrected him and laughed at him throughout. Her pattern of gaslighting, demeaning, and manipulating him continues through every moment of their shared time together on screen. Nowhere is it more evident than in the opening of His Last Vow, wherein she basically follows textbook procedure on gaslighting, from correcting his perceptions (”about a month, actually”, “see? That does happen!”) to doing it in front of a third party (humiliation) to questioning his motives and abilities (”why you?”) to outright forbidding him to do something (”you can’t go”) to inserting her presence where he clearly didn’t want it, then trying to sugarcoat it all by giving him a compliment - one which he reacted to not with pleasure or a softening of his obvious anger, but with a terse statement that he was already aware of what she was complimenting him on. It’s an abusive relationship, full stop. 

*Shout-out to @blogstandbygo​ for pointing this out in our recent hang-out with @addictedstilltheaddict​ and another friend in Toronto last week

She inserted herself between them from that very first scene and made it clear that any form of friendship they were going to have was to happen through the medium of herself, and only on those terms. This was so clear to John that he patently disguised his intention to see Sherlock to her as of their first conversation about it (during which she was openly mocking his blog posts about Sherlock, another form of demeaning and humiliation). This forced brokering of their relationship led to John eventually being ousted from his own friendship with Sherlock (who was too distracted by Moriarty to notice Mary’s machinations, alas). John was so unhappy with this dynamic that became the least like his canonical self that we had ever been shown before that point, going so far as to actively seek out an affair. This is decidedly not like John Watson, the man who got himself arrested because someone insulted his best friend. Loyalty is as much a part of John as his thirst for adventure. He was made to feel so superfluous by the wife who compared him to a dog and the friend who didn’t notice what was going on that he was looking desperately for escape. 

Mary, on the other hand, never gave John her loyalty. She never even gave him the truth. She died without him even knowing whether her name was really her name (doubtful, given the sort of work she was doing while using it). Mary gave John nothing but lie after lie after lie. He could never trust a word that she said, and he hated it. She was willing to do anything to him, as long as it kept him by her side. She was willing to shoot the man he was still grieving years after his (supposed) death and never tell him after, no matter how much it would have devastated him to lose Sherlock all over again. As for Sherlock, she shot him without a second thought, smirking and condescending. 

Mary never once showed a shred of remorse for any of it. Not for any of her past crimes, which included killing people for money - not for anger, not for principle, not for political manoeuvring - but something as tawdry and meaningless as money. Gross. And she never regretted it. Not that the creators of the canon decided to show us. She never expressed any regret for having lied to John, nor for the way she constantly treated him. She never expressed any gratitude to Sherlock for having rid her of the blackmailer that would have sent her to prison for a very long time. She accepted it as her due, without blinking. She never thanked Sherlock, John, or Mycroft for having become accomplices in her attempted murder on Sherlock’s life in not having reported it. She assumed that was her right, too. Mary was a psychopath and narcissist, not caring about right or wrong, just what benefited her. 

Mary never changed her ways. There was no development of character, no softening, no realisation that everything she had ever stood for was completely terrible. Right to the last she was calling a man she had tried to kill a “pig”, offensively mimicking accents, still owning and carrying around guns and enough drugs to knock out a seasoned user. If anything, what we were shown was someone who had not only not changed, but someone who kept repeating the same behaviour. When the .A.G.R.A. team got into trouble on its final mission, Mary cut and run, leaving the other 75% of her team to be tortured or killed. She never went back and checked to see if a rescue mission was possible, never followed up, never confirmed the deaths of her teammates, just blithely moved on with her life and got married without once looking back. Sherlock offered to help her, twice. With the weight and power of the British government directly related to him, this isn’t exactly an offer to be taken lightly, yet Mary attacked him on both occasions, first shooting him in the heart and running away, then drugging him and running away - just as she left her former colleagues behind. 

If you want to take the argument that motherhood somehow redeemed Mary, think twice on that, too. I’m not a parent, but just about every mother I know would never leave an infant behind. Obviously it happens; infants get abandoned all the time. Most mothers don’t, though. Was Rosie not nursing anymore? Was she ever? Did Mary think about that before she cut and run, or was she too busy with her offensive faux-Jewish accent and possible flight attendant murder there? My mother used to tell me that her own life took on so much greater weight once I had been born because she had something to live for, someone who needed her. She stopped taking any sort of risk that would endanger her, because she had a child to care for. Mary doesn’t seem to have been similarly affected by parenthood. Her inexplicable and unsupported decision to jump in front of a bullet says that perfectly, if her previous abandonment didn’t. 

Never forget that John had the measure of Mary. It was John who knew that Mary would turn on Sherlock, should Sherlock warn her about Ajay and offer to help her again. It was John who grimly suggested putting a tracking device in the USB, knowing that Mary would attack Sherlock and steal it from him. While she was living, John had no illusions about who Mary really was. 

Mary’s decision to defy physics and leap in front of that bullet was not the culmination of an arc of redemption. What it was is a completely out of character action that jars with everything that came before it. It’s wholly unsupported by any of her previous behaviour. This was, if anything, a “redemption split second”, not an arc. Followed by her DVD wherein she pointedly tells Sherlock to kill himself or get himself killed, it is to be understood that this behaviour was an aberration from the norm. Mary never changed. If she had, she would have gotten rid of her guns and ninja outfits and come properly clean with John without waiting until circumstances forced it out, and even then only giving him partial truths. It could almost be said that Mary was pathologically incapable of telling the truth, but that would be making excuses for her. She knew what she was about. She made all of these decisions by herself, to benefit herself and her own interests. 

The Mary in John’s head never existed. It can’t even be discussed in a conversation about Mary’s characterisation, because it wasn’t Mary. It was John. And what John said about Mary at the end of The Lying Detective is a displacement of his own thoughts about Sherlock. John has a lot of dissociation issues in this episode in particular, and what he says about Mary is a statement which actually applies directly to Sherlock, not to Mary. This is John simply unwilling to believe that his marriage was as abusive and terrible as it really was, and trying to make himself feel better about it. The one person who genuinely believes that John Watson is a far better human being than he actually is is Sherlock, who calls him the “bravest, kindest, and wisest human being (he has) ever had the good fortune of knowing”. Mary literally called John a dog. That’s decidedly not what he was aspiring to. The one time she says something genuine about John’s moral superiority over her, it’s worded as a complaint (”you don’t make it easy, do you… being so perfect”). It’s as close to a real compliment as Mary ever gets. Sherlock is the one who believes in John, who sees past the temper and the grumpiness to all of John’s sterling qualities of loyalty, kindness, courage, humour, and accepts him as he is in his everyday self, too. 

The post-mortem DVDs just don’t even make sense. How did Mary know she was going to die? Even if she suspected that one of the many enemies her life of professional criminality had made would come for her eventually, it seems impossible to avoid the conclusion that Mary was still, even beyond her death, doing everything in her power to drive a wedge between John and Sherlock, even to have Sherlock die. For her to finally assume credit for their friendship is an insult to the intelligence of the viewers. 

current tumblr political climate
  • people who actually read stuff: haha remember when the cia killed martin luther king and his family sued them and they admitted it and his family got a fuckhuge settlement and conclusive evidence that this actually happened is readily available [credible source link]
  • the flouride left: wow not funny he died you alt right conspiracy lunatic scumbag, i hope you get sent to guantanamo bay you mentally ill extremist piece of shit, im literally shaking and am gonna go listen to gloss, catch up on lettuce dog and gangster popeye on my samsung cancerbomb tracking device, and have a stress eating episode at the mall food court
Mafia!Jungkook Imagine

Summary:

Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned… And suddenly he’s your boss.

 Genre:

Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

Part 1//Part 2


Usually you weren’t charged with cases involving the mafia. Especially since you got this job only half a year ago. But today, you entered your working place and instantly noticed that something was off: Everyone was looking at you with a curious, sympathetic expression. You raised your eyebrows in confusion when your boss, a middle-aged, serious woman, left her office and came your way.

“Good morning, (Y/N). I’ve got bad news. Officer Miller didn’t return from his… mission yesterday. He probably got in contact with the mafia. We need someone to search for him. Your the only one who  might know where exactly he went.”

Your eyes went big in shock and you nodded. Yes, you knew where he went. And you’d told him at least 10 times to stay away from there. That idiot… Of course you were the one saving his ass now. You informed your boss that you were leaving immediatly, since every second might be his last. You also took one of your co-workers with you, since you didn’t want to make the same mistake as him. 10 minutes later, equipped with a gun and a tracking device, you and oneof your co-workers where rushing to the place where you assumed you’d find the Officer.

“I can’t believe Miller was naive enough to go there alone. Even I heard that this part of town is practically invested by the mafia! What was he hoping? That he could arrest them all alone?”, the young man accompanying you said angrily.

You just shrugged your shoulders. Actually, he was probably right. Some people just wanted to be a hero at all costs.

After looking for the officer for about 2 hours in a quite shabby neighbourhood, the two of you arrived at a shady looking bar. Just looking at it made you feel uncomfortable. The wall was painted all black but the colour was already falling off, making the whole building looking kind off run-down. There where no windows. The only hint of colour decorating the bar was a yellow neon sign. It said ‘Happy Oasis’, which made you roll your eyes. Whoever picked this name was probably blind. But you were pretty sure the Officer went to this part of town, so if they didn’t bring him to another place that fast, this bar was your last hope.

You told your co-worker to stay close to you as you entered the bar. Loud, harsh voices, the smell of alcohol and way to much perfume were making you want to puke or at least run away. But you forced yourself to stay and observe the bar. You pulled your collar up to your nose and made sure your gun was still there. It was an open secret that you weren’t welcome here and luckily you weren’t dumb enough to wear your police uniform. It only took you a few seconds to realize that you were being observed.  

In the darkest corner of the bar a few guys were sitting on a big, dark red sofa. They were drinking a strange clear liquid and some of them had amused smirks on their faces. You immediatly knew who they where. Not like they were trying to hide it.

“I think those guys might know where Officer Miller is…”, your co-worker whispered. You nodded slightly, not wanting to catch the attention of even more people. Well, there was only one way to find out. You exchanged a knowing glance with him, then you made your way over to the sofa. You didn’t even need to say anything, one of them immediatly started talking.

“Well well, what are the cops doing at a place like this? Is your job getting boring?”, he said as he raised one eyebrow. Some of the other guys started laughing.

You tried not to show them how confused you where. How did he know you where cops? Did you act that obvious? However, you still had to find out where Miller was.

“You know why whe’re here. You took something that’s not yours. And we’d like to have it back.”, you said with a stable voice. The last thing you wanted was to sound intimidated- even If you where.

Now all of them were laughing. The atmosphere was overbearing. You exchanged an alarmed look with your co-worker. Maybe they weren’t the one who took Miller and you where just getting yourselfs in danger, without a reason. Maybe you should just leave. At least your brain was telling you to do so. And your legs. And basically every cell of your body.

“We take something that’s not ours every day, sweetie.You'll have to get more precise, I don’t have time for you.”

Your nerves where already all on edge, so you decided to just confront him. Not like you had a choice, this wasn’t going well for you at all anyways.

“You abducted a Police Officer. Where is he? If I was you, I wouldn’t mess with the Police.”

You weren’t really thinking, you just tried to get some information without getting yourself into deeper trouble. On the risk that those guys didn’t even take the Officer. However, that didn’t work out well.

“Maybe we did. Maybe we didn’t. And I don’t think you should talk about messing with someone right know.” The guy eyed you with his dark brown eyes, eyebrows still raised. You could tell he was starting to get impatient. You need to get yourself out of here, but on the other hand you couldn’t just leave Miller with those mafia guys- If they actually took him. You took a deep breath. There was no right or wrong, just a solution that would save your ass- and your co-workers.

“How about we make a deal? You let our collegue go and we make sure there’s not going to be a police raid in this area.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. They had to agree. This was your last chance. It was a fair deal, all you could do. You assumed the guy who talked to you was the leader so you studied his reaction. He actually seemed to be considering it. You had to admit that you couldn’t assure him that the police wasn’t doing a police raid anyways after Miller was free, but you still prayed for the best.

After some time, it felt like eternity, he lifted his head and smirked. The other guys where already minding their own business by now, leaving the brown eyed guy, you and your co-worker alone.

“Alright. That’s the deal. No police raids here. That cop is free. Follow me… I’ll show you where he is. And don’t even try to trick me, someone’s watching my back.”

He stood up from the sofa, now standing right in front of you. He was quite tall and you couldn’t stop yourself from realizing…- how handsome he actually was. Even when he had this strange smirk on his lips. It gave you chills. His dark brown hair looked so fluffy you had to hold yourself back from touching it. Before he could catch you staring at his face, he turned around and quickly walked to a little, black door which you hadn’t even seen until now. You had problems keeping up with him and making sure your gun was still at the right place, so you didn’t mind turning around to look for your co-worker. If he wasn’t crazy. he would be following anyways. When you arrived at the door, the mafia guy opened it and signaled for you to walk in. Once again you didn’t have a choice, so you quickly walked into the room, expecting Officer Miller to be there somewhere. However, you were greeted by nothing but darkness. It was so dark you couldn’t even see your own hand. You had a really bad feeling about this. If he was here, wouldn’t he try to make a sound? It was completely silent. Way to silent. Was it all… a trap? You could hear the door closing behind you with a loud bump and you jumped slightly. Right. You could slap yourself. Yes, you didn’t have a choice, but you shouldn’t have trusted him.

“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Originally posted by nnochu


So this was part one of my very first Imagine-

If you guys like it, I’ll make a part two, If not… This Imagine is just chilling on my blog, don’t mind it xD

Please let me know in case you actually like it.~~

I love the Humans are Weird, Space Australia, Space Orcs thing so ive been thinking about the whole humans are loyal and hard working and how aliens definitely want a human on their team. (I cant find the source,) and i started thinking…. are humans like the dogs of space??

Think about it. Once a human spills their pack bond all over the crew, they would basically lay down their lives to protect them or help them. Do anything for them.

Imagine, the crew is exploring a planet or something and after the human crewmate has gushed over every adorable life form and ate all the berries off of bushes and given all the alien crew members the equivalent of a heart attack.

The aliens realize they’re being followed. They assume its the indigenous life forms of the planet staying back and observing them. But suddenly the human is on edge, and alert and sticking close to the crew members.

The alien crew members know that the human instinct is better than most. They start to move back toward the ship before anything can escalate. The things watching them attack. The human tries to protect the crew members as best as he could but slowly all the other alien crew members are captured and the human got away because of their quick reflexes, strength and perseverance.

He returns to the ship but hes hurt. Broken bones and blood lose. But nothing compares to loosing his team mates. His pack mates.

He stops the bleeding, sews himself up. He finds the tracking device and looks up the position of his crew they’re all in the same area. The human waits for dark to fall then goes for the attack.


The crew members are prepared for death. Theyve made peace with it. At least their human got away. Maybe he could have contacted help. Maybe he ran away, its what they would have done. It was the logical option after all.

Then they hear the screams of the enemies. Blood curdling cries and horrible sounds reach their hearing orifices and the aliens have no idea what it could be. Something even worse than the enemies, thats for sure. The aliens stay quiet, and after awhile no more sounds reach them. Its quiet. Quiet, but for a slight beeping.

The beeping gets louder, and closer and the aliens hold their breath until they see a small, familiar shadow.

Their human! He tracked them, and defeated the enemy, all on his own! He flashes his teeth in what is known as a grin. He releases his crew mates and once they’re all released the human passes out from the exertion. Only to wake up onboard the ship and the aliens are all surrounding him because their handbook says humans should wake up surrounded by familiar faces when distressed.

(Feel free to add to this!!)

alex danvers: badass DEO agent who knows navy seal survival techniques and six different ways to torture someone with her index finger. also once used a credit card to surgically remove a tracker from her shoulder so that she could transform a security camera into a tracking device. goes to knife practice on Thursdays.

also alex danvers: a soft gay who likes to cuddle with her girlfriend on the couch and play hooky from work to spend time with said girlfriend. also can’t cook and throws her smoke alarm in the trash because she can’t turn it off. goes to Barenaked Ladies concerts.

Peter Parker x Reader Masterlist

Peter Parker x reader:

Little Sister

I Feel So… Liberated            

What Would’ve Happened If Y/N Was In SM: HC     

He’s Hot     

It’s Okay (Drabble)

In Your Bed, With You?            

The Letters            

We Met In Detention

Let’s Make Up

Dear Y/N Y/L/N(Please read disclaimer)

Told Ya

The Suit

The Tour

Wait Up! PT2

Wait Up!

Best Friend’s Sister

They’re Just Jealous

Kiss Her

Splitting Up

Wouldn’t Miss It  

Nice

You’re My Favorite Superhero!

Fanfic Writer

Beautiful

Detention

I Think She Has A Broken Arm

I Love You

We’re Here For You

I Dance Way Better Than That

Good Excuses

You can’t tell anyone

Tale as old as time

First Dates

May’s going to love this

Stalker PT2

Stalker

Lightsabers

I’m Spider-Man

Healing Powers

Cheek kisses

Tracking devices

Today Should Be Interesting

Rumors PT2

Rumors PT1

Family Dinner

That’s My Shirt

More than Just An Apology PT2

More Than Just An Apology

Jealous

Is Spider-man Ticklish?

I Need You

We’re Going Out

Helpless Part 1

Helpless Part 2

Who?

Can I Sit With You?

An Unexpected Friend

Ballet Class With Peter Parker

It’s a Date

Remember The Plan

Saturday Morning With Peter Parker

That Was You?

Me Too

I Don’t Usually Cry

Mystery Girl Part 1

Mystery Girl Part 2

Mystery Girl Part 3

Mystery Girl Part 4

Headcanons:

Being Peter Parker‘s Twin Sister Would Include…            

Being A Parent W/ Peter Parker Would Include…            

Dating Peter and being Ned’s sister would include:            

Dancing W/ Peter Parker

Being short and dating Peter would include..

Playing video-games with Peter would include

Close Call ~PART 1

Some writing to celebrate VLD’s one year anniversary! This may be a bit late in the day, but I was really busy… whoops.

This is the first of four parts, and the parts are just going to get longer, so sorry if this is too short. The next three parts should be up soon. Yes, I’m posting a multi-chapter-ish thing. Today seemed a good day to do it.

Vague Summary: Lance and Keith get captured while on a solo mission… and separated. Lance is very badly injured already, which is not a situation one wants to deal with when in a Galra prison cell. And Keith is worried. (This is also kind of inspired by Jeremy Shada’s “I mean, Lance dies, so that’ll be fun,” when talking about season 3).

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Psst: @voltronpaella the best beta, @dogsahoy this is the thing I was telling you about,  and @taylor-tut you’ll probably like the other parts better, but I wanted to tag you with my angst anyway if you want me to stop tagging you in my whump/illness/injury stuff just say the word


Keith woke up to an empty cell. The room was dimly lit, a faint purple glow  making it just possible to see. As his eyes adjusted, the ache on the back of his head reminded him of exactly how he ended up here.

Keith supposed he should feel lucky. After all, once the sentries surrounded him, he figured they’d just kill him. Still, it was hard to feel optimistic when he was stuck in a Galra prison cell with no hope of escape.

It’d been no one’s fault, really. The rebel group Matt was a part of had been reported captured, and taken into this prison base. They had to act fast, before the prisoners were sent off to other locations. Two of the Paladins infiltrated, while the rest monitored from the castle, opting for a stealth job.

And, like so many other plans before it, everything had gone to shit.

Keith had been holding off a large crowd of sentries, but once Lance’s location was discovered—

Lance.

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Batboys X Reader- Welcome to the Family (Part 2)

Welcome To The Family  (Part 1)

I’ll be alternating with requests in my inbox and the series you guys voted on!! I feel like I have ignored all of these requests.  Enjoy!!

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“Has anyone seen (Y/L/N)?”

“I thought (Y/N) was supposed to go walk Titus with you,” Dick said with a frown, trying to remember the last time he saw you.  “I saw (Y/N) in the living room a few hours ago, but I highly doubt she’s in there now.”

“Tt, I guess I’ll go on the walk without her,” Damian stated.  “Tell (Y/L/N) that I left if you see her.”

“Okie dokie,” Dick responded, returning his attention to organizing the groceries Alfred bought.  “Say hi to the lady with the German Shepherd for me!”

“Shut it, Grayson!”

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