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SDCC Steven Universe Panel Highlights

I thought I’d summarize some details on the San Diego Comic Con panel for anyone who wants it.

The panel at SDCC opened with a live singing of the theme song.

Zach Callison is the moderator. He introduced the guests: Michaela Dietz (Amethyst), Deedee Magno Hall (Pearl), Estelle (Garnet), AJ Michalka (Stevonnie), and of course Rebecca Sugar. He gives her congrats on the Emmy nomination (which is for “Mr. Greg” if you didn’t know). Then he asks the other cast members some questions. This is all paraphrased, not direct quoting.

Zach to Michaela: What Amethyst quotes do you use most in daily life?

Michaela says that when she wakes up, she makes noises that sound like her Gem is cracked. Then she says maybe she should change her answer to “womp womp.”

Zach breaks in with “Which way to the baby war?” as his favorite.

Zach to Deedee: What songs do you sing around the house?

She responds “Which do I NOT sing?” She likes “Love Like You” in the shower. “Steven and the Stevens” when she’s doing dishes, and “Peace and Love” a lot lately. Her kids are learning the songs on piano and ukulele, so there’s lots of SU tunes happening in her house.

Zach to Estelle: How has the popularity of the show affected your music career?

Estelle basically says a new generation of people are noticing her music and realizing she is the singer on songs they encounter in the wild. Zach says he grew up on “American Boy.” ;)

Zach to AJ: How has Stevonnie changed since their first appearance?

She says Stevonnie has learned a lot, and has more confidence now.

Then the cast does a great little line read of the scene when Stevonnie first appears, beginning with them barging in with “Pretty cool right?” The voice actors all say their parts and perform it slightly differently, which is cute. Then they do a version of “Here Comes a Thought” with Estelle and AJ!

Zach to Rebecca: What’s next on Steven Universe?

(Of course she laughs.)

Rebecca says the show has recently had so many huge events, so there will be lots of fallout, like a roller coaster from here on out. Then they show a clip. It’s sort of like a trailer. It’s all about Lapis’s conflictedness not wanting to get caught in another war, Homeworld’s future actions, Pearl being unable to properly explain the context of everything even though she wants to, and Greg not knowing his place in all this.

Zach says he hadn’t seen it yet.

Then they talk a bit about the Save the Light game coming out. A trailer for the game pops up and it includes footage that hasn’t been seen. Including a new character: Squaridot, a Peridot from Homeworld.

Rebecca was very involved in the making of the game. She says having a console game is a dream come true because they could do so much more than with the small mobile game, Attack the Light. There are Fusions and original characters, and the mechanics are relationship-based, and Greg is a player character who can play guitar. She likes that Squaridot is a Peridot who hasn’t made the kind of progress that Peridot has made. They segue to say Shelby Rabara (Peridot’s voice actor) is taking over social media for the week.

Then they talk about the Art and Origins book being out, and how there’s a SDCC-exclusive version. Launching also is the podcast, a 10-episode production, about the production of the show. McKenzie Atwood is the host. Rebecca and Steven were Episode 1–I’ve already heard this (and I seem to recall there wasn’t really a lot of new info except that the Gem writing in the Kindergarten will say who each section belongs to if you can read it, and that a lot of Ishtar imagery was used, including the 7 lions and the stars). Rebecca did episode 1 of the podcast with her brother, and says she wishes she could do everything with Steven. Zach and Grace are Episode 2.  

They talk about how the soundtrack Volume 1 is out, and announce that a vinyl version is out in fall! A limited-run Stronger than You and Love Like You vinyl single is out for SDCC.

Then they play a name-the-song game with SU cosplayers. They complimented a Pearl cosplayer’s cool spear too. They read lyrics, tell what song it’s from, and if the player gets it right, they win a vinyl single. Quiz songs included “Love Like You,” “Wailing Stone,” “Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart,” “Steven and the Stevens,” “It’s Over, Isn’t It,” “What’s the Use of Feeling (Blue),” and “Comet.” Most people got them right, but if they got it wrong they got to try another one.

Then there’s a Q&A, which I’m paraphrasing the 12 questions:

1. Audience member: Fluorite is a polyamorous relationship, right? What inspired it?

Rebecca said she went to an LGBTQ center in Long Beach and chatted about what stuff they really wanted to see. Poly relationships came up. (So yes, that’s confirmed, though in my opinion it really didn’t have to be since they were pretty clear about it!)

2. Audience member: Fan theories–do they influence you or do you have a master plan?

Rebecca says she loves fan theories, but they work way further in the future, so no, they really don’t influence what the story does. She has loved reading the theories about the trial, because some are onto something, and some are like way off. Zach says the good stuff gets downvoted a lot.

3. Audience member: Says a favorite character of theirs is Rainbow Quartz, and wants to know will we see a version of her with Steven?

Rebecca says of course she can’t give spoilers, but that Rainbow Quartz 2.0 would inevitably be different. Then she quickly says, “Forget I said that.”

4. Audience member: How old is Lion? Have we seen all his powers?

Rebecca says it’s a good question and can’t say exactly. The episode “Buddy’s Book” gives a hint at the general time when Rose was spending time with seven lions. That’s a gauge for how old Lion is. She implies that Lion does have more to show us about what he can do.

5. Audience member: Regarding the “Off Colors” episode, which Off Color do you relate to?

Rebecca immediately says “Rhodonite, the neurotic.” Then Zach says he relates to Padparadscha because he’ll trail off in the middle of a sentence. Deedee says she relates to that too.

6. Audience member: On writing music for the show–any challenges?

Rebecca says it’s very challenging–they’re given no extra time to work on the songs. “Mr. Greg” was most challenging of course. Zach is glad the Emmys recognized Rebecca’s extra hours. He said he had a hard time when his voice changed. “Puberty is a thing,” he says, while talking about some songs he struggled with.

7. Audience member: Will there be a Blu-Ray?

Rebecca would like it. Making it happen will take more moments like this (the panel, people showing up for the show).

8. Audience member: Did Yellow Diamond shatter Pink Diamond?

Dude.

Zach: “We won’t tell anyone what you say Rebecca.”

Rebecca just says she’s really excited about the next run because it was a chance to do a real murder mystery.

9. Audience member: What inspired you to use gems/rocks?

Rebecca: “Aesthetic! It’d look cool!” But she learned a lot about myths. Smoky Quartz was fun to learn about gem trivia for, building important symbolism into their character. Estelle said gems are just really pretty, that’s enough of a reason.

10. Audience member: How often do you write a song and then build an episode around it or vice versa?

Rebecca says it depends. Character stories will need a song when dialogue just isn’t enough. “Here Comes a Thought” was unusual since it came before the episode. She wanted it to be a tool to teach kids about mindfulness meditation.

11. Audience member: Do you anticipate what’s going to be popular on your show?

Rebecca says on the inside they focus on loving what they’re making. Team ideas that are spur of the moment seem to catch on most with the fans too. They discuss Padparadscha’s immense popularity. Sapphires are sort of Zelda-like, Rebecca says, and she wanted one who reminded her of Peach. Lamar Abrams came up with the idea of making her hair kinda look like a crown to increase the feeling that she has a matching vibe.

12. Audience member: On Lars’ development: was it planned initially?

Rebecca says it happened naturally. He’s one of the oldest characters in the show, and she was drawing him in college. Lars-n-Sadie comics are older than SU. (This was already known but apparently some people didn’t know they predate the show.) So of course they were always going to be important. (Zach says Lars was important in the pilot for calling Steven names.)

Title: At Last
Summary: The day Sakura found out she was pregnant was quite one to remember indeed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: That Day
Rating: M
A/N: While I don’t believe they planned to have a baby on the road, this is still a fun and cute scenario to think about. I had lots of fun writing this :)


It wasn’t exactly how she’d ever pictured she would find out: sitting in the middle of a forest, tending to a campfire, watching the love of her life training aggressively against the trunk of an old tree, the warmest smile to her lips—and then, a faint thrumming sensation, odd and completely unfamiliar, sparking low in her belly.

Bemused, Sakura looked down on herself and blinked, touching a palm to her abdomen. An infection, perhaps? she mused, brows furrowing. Shaking her head, the thought was dismissed near-instantly; no, that wasn’t possible—in all her years of experience, she knew with certainty that infections had never been capable of throwing chakra paths off route so much.

Growing evermore perplexed, Sakura simply summoned forth the most basic of her medical techniques, setting about a curious exploration to her body. It was only seconds before she found herself stiffening rigidly, brilliant mind blanking and green eyes snapping wide, rendered entirely speechless by her discovery.

It wasn’t an infection—she’d been right about that. And it wasn’t an instability in her chakra channels either—in fact, there was absolutely nothing wrong with her.

No, she was simply… pregnant.

Her heart stuttered in her chest. A flurry of warmth washed over the whole of her. Pregnant, she thought again, feeling the sweet pulse of this new chakra.

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Damian Wayne being a child/adolescent.

Damian Wayne liking playgrounds, for reasons he is unable to explain or defend.

Damian Wayne eating cinnamon rolls and getting icing all over his face.

Damian Wayne liking Looney Tunes and cartoons in general.

Damian Wayne being fascinated with cowboys.

Damian Wayne going swimming and scoffing at brightly-colored arm floaties and life jackets, but half-admiring the slide, which he goes down fifteen times in a row.

Damian Wayne falling asleep at the drop of a hat.

Damian Wayne in cuddly pajamas.

Damian Wayne being introduced to large, plush stuffed animals.

Just…little bitty Damian Wayne.

My Love’s So Strong

Pairing/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dad!Tony
Warnings: stalker behaviour, kidnapping, attempted sexual assault, angst, fluff
Summary: You’re a very valuable team member of The Avengers and that means you have fans. Some fans just don’t know their boundaries.
Word Count: 2.5k+  
A/N: I deadass know nothing about Philly only that my mom’s real brother live’s there lmao

INSPIRED BY THESE TWO ASKS:

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Guilt

“You’re working yourself too hard, H.”

You appeared from the doorway of Harry’s studio in your shared home, a slight frown on your face that you realized it was much later than you expected once you looked at the wall clock.

“Just need to get this done, love.”

He spoke hoarsely, switching from typing things in his laptop and writing on his notebook.

“You’re not forced to finish it right at this moment.”

“It’ll be quick.”

He replied without sparing a look at you, doing his work a bit too much that he didn’t see the sad look you carried.

“You said that for the past week.”

“I’ll be in bed in a few minutes, love. Just wait.”

You learned it the hard way, that Harry would be back in bed in a time much later than he promised, collapsing on it and being straight-out slept over.

You left, going back to your shared bedroom and getting a pillow, not hesitating to go in his studio this time.

You made your way to the couch where both Harry and Jeff and the boys sit down on when they’re giving a go to what they recorded.

You lied down on the couch, a sound being let out that Harry didn’t notice, hugging the pillow closer to you.

Although he did know that you went in again, only noticing it minutes later when he still felt another presence in the room.

“Y/N, go back to the room. I’ll be there in a second.”

Harry was confused when he heard the lack of a reply, his state being filled with sheer panic of what could’ve happened to you, finally taking his gaze off his screen and standing up, only to find a sad sight beside him.

It’s you fast asleep on the couch in Harry’s studio, something you didn’t deserve to sleep on since he wouldn’t come in the bedroom.

Also something that made Harry’s heart break.

It’s past midnight and you’re there, an adjustment in him being that he should be the one to maybe adjust in these type of situations and not you.

He stood in front of you, unable to explain himself. Given if you’re asleep or not.

He swallowed the lump on his throat, hand slightly shaking you that’s already enough to wake you up because of your ruined sleep schedule.

“Y/N?”

He didn’t wait for a reply because he knew better, and it felt better, regret coming in his vains.

He scooped you in his arms to your shared bedroom, putting you under the sheets silently with him doing the same, guilt not being able to shrugged off of him at the moment.

“I love you.”

Delusion Masterpost

Delusions can be categorized in various ways. The following are not mutually exclusive categories; for example, a delusion may be both bizarre and systematized.

Bizarre delusions-are absurd and factually not possible. They may involve newly discovered gods or supernatural/space creatures.

  • feelings that one is dying, is already dead or does not exist (cotard delusion)
  •  feelings of different people being a single person (fregoli delusion)
  •  feeling like one’s reflection in a mirror is some other person (mirrored-self delusion)
  • feeling that family, partners, friends and / or pets have been replaced by identical fakes (capgras delusion)
  • feeling like the world only exists inside one’s head (solipsism delusion)
  • feeling that one is living in a reality TV show (Truman show delusion)
  •  feeling like one has an identical doppelgänger with a different (usually malicious) personality and life (subjective doubles delusion)
  • feeling like other people swap identities with each other without changing appearance (intermetamorphosis delusion)
  •  feeling like doesn’t belong to one’s body or doesn’t own parts of one’s body (somatoparaphrenia delusion)
  • feeling like a person, place, object, or body part has been duplicated or transported somewhere else (reduplicative paramnesia delusion)

Grandiose delusions-are beliefs that the individual has exceptional beauty, intelligence or influence.

  • feeling that one is a god or deity
  • feeling that one has magical powers i.e. mind reading, control over the weather etc
  • feeling that one is indestructible or unimaginably strong
  • feeling that another person or other people (usually celebrities) are in love with oneself

Persecutory (or paranoid) delusions- include that the individual is being harassed, threatened, watched or bugged. They often involve spies, bikies, God, Satan or neighbors.

  • feeling that one is constantly being followed / stalked
  • feeling that one is secretly being spied on by family, partners, friends, others, pets and / or inanimate objects
  • feelings of fear over being kidnapped. Usually by a stranger.
  • feeling that one is constantly being watched (by unknown entities or known entities)
  • feeling that one is being ridiculed by family, partners, friends and / or others
  • feeling that one is being spied on or monitored by the government, FBI etc.
  • feeling that family members, partners, friends, others, pets and / or inanimate objects are secretly conspiring to kill oneself
  • feeling like is being or will be poisoned by others

Delusions of reference- are the belief that the everyday actions of others are premeditated and made with special reference to the patient. Commonly patients complain about being talked about on television or the radio. Patients may believe that music played or words spoken on television have been specifically chosen to identify or annoy them. People crossing the street or coughing may be interpreted as making purposeful actions, performed to indicate something to, or about, the patient.

Delusions of control- involve the belief that others are controlling the patient’s thoughts, feelings or actions.

Nihilistic delusions-are the belief that part of the individual or the external world does not exist, or that the individual is dead (Cotard syndrome). Financially comfortable individuals may believe they are destitute, in spite of bank statements to the contrary. Patients who believe they have no head or are dead, are unable to explain how that could be possible, but still hold the belief.

Somatic delusions- are false beliefs about the body. These may be bizarre or non-bizarre. A bizarre example is when the individual believes his nose is made of gold. A nonbizarre example is when the individual believes he has cancer of the rectum, in spite of negative reports from a competent doctor who has examined the rectum.

Delusions of infestation/parasitosis- are not uncommon in dermatological clinics (Hylwa et al, 2011).

Delusions of guilt - that the individual is guilty of purposefully or non-purposefully damaging themselves, other individuals or important property. Individuals may believe they are guilty of causing the cancer of the lady who lives next door, or a drought in Central Africa.

Delusions of jealousy - the belief that the partner is being unfaithful, and may involve checking the partner’s underclothes for stains or foreign pubic hairs.

Erotic delusions (erotomania) - the belief of the patient that another person is in love with him/her (de Clerambault syndrome). This (among others) may be a motivation for stalking, and lead to contact with the unwelcoming central figure of the delusion.

Systematized delusions- are united by a single theme. They are often highly detailed and may remain unchanged for years.

Non-systematized delusions- may change in content and level of concern, from day to day or even from minute to minute.

Original #11: I Know What Happened To Mike O’ Brien

Length: Long

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE

I’m a midnight listener. There are many of us around the world, but as far as I’m aware of, I’m the only one on my campus.  During the day, I’m your ordinary college student. But at night, more specifically during the hours of midnight to 2am, I’m the school’s midnight listener. What I do is simple. I listen.

During those hours, students come into my “office” – an old storage room in the top floor of my dormitory. They sit infront of a large black curtain that separates me and the student. That way, they can’t see me, and neither can I see them. That’s why students like to come to me instead of the school counsellors. They enjoy the anonymity, the privacy of being able to speak their mind about their worries and troubles without judgment or repercussions. So they lock the door, sit infront of the curtain, and then they speak. What they say is entirely up to them. Most of my sessions revolve around people talking about their family, relationship, and academic problems. Some speak about their mental illnesses and how they’re coping. Some tell me secrets they’re too ashamed to speak publicly of.

I’ve been running my sessions for a while now. I’ve heard from many different people. Usually I listen, and then I forget. It’s my coping technique for not empathising too strongly. However, there have been a couple of instances that particularly piqued my interest. This is one of them.

This is the story of Mike O’Brien, a senior in my college.

A month ago, Mike vanished. At first, nobody batted an eyelid. This was college after all and people were bound to go AWOL for a while. But when all calls and messages to Mike went unanswered, people started panicking. The school was notified, who called Mike’s parents, who called the police. Statements were taken and posters were printed. Search parties were organised, but none were successful.

A week later, the police received an anonymous phone call about Mike’s return to his dormitory. The caller was unable to provide any concrete proof. The call was subsequently treated as a prank, and was ignored. That same night, at around 4AM, the police received a second call about Mike. This time, it was from the school’s residence office. The student living next to Mike’s room had called up the office and complained about loud and repeated thumping noises coming from Mike’s room. Half an hour later, the office sent someone up with a key, and Mike’s body was subsequently discovered. He was hanging from the makeshift pull-up bar in his room.

According to the office staff, Mike’s body was swaying from the rope, even though there was no breeze in the room. His feet made loud, steady thumping noises as they hit against the wall. The swaying promptly stopped right after Mike was discovered.

A review of the CCTV footage showed Mike stumbling back to his room. His body movements were consistent with that of a drunk. Nothing was amiss, except the fact that Mike was walking with a pronounced limp. Mike never had a limp at any point in his life. The coroners were unable to explain this, however. Mike’s death was subsequently ruled as a suicide, although his one-week disappearance remained unexplained.

Now up until this point, I’d no personal interest at all in Mike’s case. It was shocking, sure, but I didn’t know the guy personally. So I didn’t care. But that all changed the night Ryan came to speak with me.

It was a couple of nights after Mike’s body was found. I’d just settled down in my office when I heard the door squeak open. I couldn’t see the door from my seat, but could make out a shadow drifting across the room before plopping loudly onto the chair across the curtain.

“Midnight listener here. How may I address you?” I called out.

Silence, and then an uncertain chuckle.

“You don’t have to use your real name if you don’t want to,” I continued.

The silence continued, before a reply: “Ryan, I guess.”

“Hey, Ryan. Whenever you’re ready.”

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The Morning After

Hello lovelies! I am here to grace your dashboard with some smutty goodness! Here is the request 99% of you voted that you wanted to read first. Hope you enjoy :-)

           The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, signaling the start of the day, but I had been up for almost an hour. I was always and early riser, very rarely sleeping past eight o'clock. Even though it had been late when I fell asleep the night before, I felt rested and content. Zoe was still sleeping, lying on her side facing me. I gently ran my fingers through her hair and down her back, watching her shoulders rise slightly with each steady breath she took. I took my time, memorizing every inch of her beautiful face in the gray, early morning light.

           Last night had been… unbelievable. She had been mine and I had been hers emotionally for over a year, but we were now each other’s physically as well. It had been one of the most terrifying, exciting, and beautiful moments of my life. Connecting with her that way made me feel powerful and made me fall in love with her even more, if that was possible. It was as if we were two puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly.

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TIPS THAT WILL MAKE YOUR SCHOOL YEAR EASIER (≧ω≦)

Here are some tips that will make your school year a lot more easier when it comes to organisation,studying and it might help you when its time for exams!

*Organisation Tips*

  • Make to-do lists. Prepare your to-do list the night before. In doing so, you will know exactly what tasks you have to accomplish the next day.
  • Pack your bag the night before and ensure that you have everything you need for the following day.
  • Write the date next to any notes you take and title them so they are easy to identify. Putting page numbers on your notes is a good way to keep track of them.
  • Check your to-do list daily and cross off completed tasks.
  • Make sure your notes are complete. If you have incomplete notes it will be hard for you to learn from them when you are studying.
  • When you know you’ll have an upcoming exam,test,event or anything you must prepare for to attend, record it in your planner straight away. Don’t wait for later, you might forget it. 
  • Break up your study time. Work out how many study hours you will need and schedule the study time in your planner accordingly.
  • Set certain times of the day for studying,homework and other school-related activities and stick to it.
  • Work on the most important assignments with the closest deadlines and set aside time to work on longer-term projects.
  • Divide big assignments into smaller, more workable tasks.
  • Focus on the goals you’ve set for yourself and follow them up.
  • Never allow the work to build up. Always try to stay on top of everything and keep ahead of deadlines.
  • Use a wall calendar for each term. List all projects and exam dates for each subject as well as any other important commitments you have.
  • Label desk drawers with their contents.

*Study Tips*

  • Ask for copies of past exam papers. It’s always good to find out what kind of questions are included in exams and the best way to do this is to look through old exam papers.
  • The key to learning something well is repetition; the more time you go over the material the better chance you have of storing it permanently. 
  • Explain your work to others. Find someone who doesn’t understand the topic and teach it to them. This will help you to get it clear in your head. If you are unable to explain something clearly then more study is required.
  • Take short breaks during your study time. Eat nutritious food that helps your brain to focus and make sure you drink plenty of water.
  • Attend all review classes whenever possible.
  • Study in a well lit place with no distractions and have all the things you will need ready, such as paper, pens or a calculator. 
  • Create your own study aids to help you. Create an outline from your notes of the main points or create a timeline of important dates. Make up your own flash cards or quiz and have someone test you.
  • Study more difficult subjects first and do the easier, more fun ones after.
  • If there is anything you are unsure of ask your teacher for guidance. 
  • Set yourself a goal. Know what you want to accomplish before you begin to study.
  • Discuss topics with other students and arrange study groups to help each other.
  • Challenge yourself. A task thought of as too hard can slow you down. The same task thought of as a challenge can spur you on.
  • Time spent working on understanding issues saves time because you will then know what you are doing.
  • Find a study method that suits you. Make notes,use diagrams,flow charts and mind maps. Experiment and find what works for you.
  • Use any spare time you have to rewrite your notes and summarise your work.

*Exam/Tests Tips*

  • Read over the entire test and calculate how much time you will spend on each question.
  • Read the instructions carefully and make sure you understand what you have to do before you attempt to do it.
  • Answer questions directly. If you get stuck on a question, move on to the next one and come back to it later.
  • Leave time at the end to look over your work. Make sure you have answered every question and check your mistakes.
  • Eliminate obvious false answers first when doing multiple choice questions.
  • Good handwriting is essential. Train yourself to write quickly and neatly.
  • Don’t leave studying to the last minute. Cramming can cause you to panic and leave you too tired to think clearly the next day.
  • Read all assigned material well in advance of the exam date.
  • Over learn material for you exams. Continue to study past the point at which you think you know it well.
  • Always read the instructions and answer easy questions first.
  • Ensure your grammar, punctuation and spelling are correct. You may receive lower marks if your answer is poorly written or grammatically incorrect.

*Reading Tips*

  • Know what your purpose is for reading. How do you need to use this information? What do you expect to learn from reading this document?
  • Try skimming over the document first to get a sense of the general theme before you read it in more detail.
  • Make sure you understand what you are reading. If something doesn’t make sense then re-read it from where you became confused.
  • It may be helpful to read the words out loud or to form a picture in your mind of what you are reading to gain a deeper understanding.
  • Authors often include context clues to the meaning of words. The clue usually appears in the sentence or paragraph in which the word occurs.

*Listening Tips*

  • Listen out for key phrases from the teacher such as “this is important”, “you need to know this” and “it is essential”. 
  • Don’t confuse listening with hearing. Listening is an active activity, you must be thinking in order to listen.
  • Think about the reason why you are listening and set yourself a goal.This will help you focus on important information.
  • It is important to listen effectively. 80% of what you know is acquired through listening.
What ADD is...

So I saw a post going around on what ADHD is and I thought I would make one for ADD as well, so people can understand the difference a bit better hopefully. First off I just want to say it is a spectrum and different types, and you can get burst of different types (at least from my experience with it!). This is my own Inattentive type experience and please do not take it as gospel!! <3

ADD is…

- Losing track of time and having no recollection of where the time went.

- Having impulses that are difficult to control 

- Having people ask you to do things and going to do them only to realize you’ve forgotten what you have to do

- Going to great lengths to try and not forget something but forgetting it anyway

- Only half remembering statistics or getting facts and other knowledge all switched around in your head which leads to thinking you are untrustworthy or gullible

- Knowing your side if the argument is completely right and would prevent bad things from happening but being unable to explain it properly.

- Tripping over your speech before just giving up on even talking

- Sometimes just not even having the energy to talk

- Sometimes being unable to drag yourself out of your daydream state

- Not being able to focus on many things at once because it mentally and physically exhausts you (unable to focus on socializing alongside work or other hobbies)

- Not having the energy to clean a lot of the time due to it taking too much energy you have already used on just focusing on things

- Not being able to think on the spot, like if someone asks you a simple math question out of the blue.

Just a little bit of my experiences with it! Let me know if you have Inattentive ADD and feel these as well!!

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Mate/soulmate pretty please

AU/AH. So. Much. Fluff.


The funny thing about being a person, or the sad thing depending on your perspective, is that one was confined to their own vision of the world. No, really, this isn’t a matter of theoretical thinking only. This is also literal. It’s why one can never realize that they had weak eyesight till they tried on glasses. Or how one doesn’t realize that their hearing is impaired until they are given a hearing aid. The list goes on and on, really. And no shocking discovery to limited vision of the world was like Caroline’s.

It started ever since she was as young as four years old. Her mother, Caroline began to notice, had awful taste. She had no sense whatsoever of color coordination. Their house was an absolute mess of colors. Pinks were put with unflattering reds and oranges. The bedsheets were a combination of loud yellows and greens. The living room was dull greys and whites with a stark red couch. It looked like someone just put random things together. And her mother’s outfits? Do not even get her started on that. It’s like her mother had no sense whatsoever of color coordination. Caroline had no qualms over pointing that out to her mom, repeatedly.

“Why do you dress like that, mom?”

“No, mom, I’m not wearing those shoes with this dress, they don’t match!”

Her mother didn’t seem to give much thought into her daughter’s antiques, dismissing her as a stubborn child. She went along with whatever her daughter said but never really and truly thought of what it might mean. And, perhaps if she had, then Caroline wouldn’t have found herself shell-shocked at fifteen while shopping with her friends.

Bonnie was holding up navy blue high heels to a green dress, asking her what she thought.

“Bon, you need black shoes. Those are navy blue.” Caroline said dismissively, grabbing the same pair that Bonnie liked but in the right color. She turned around to hand it to her friend only to find her looking at her with eyes wide, mouth hanging opened.

“Care…” Bonnie said slowly, “when did you start seeing colors?”

Caroline blinked. “Umm… what?”

“Caroline,” Bonnie put down her items onto a nearby seat and coming closer to her friend with a grin plastered across her face. “Did you meet your soulmate?”

“Bonnie, what on Earth are you talking about?” Caroline, confused and slightly afraid, looked at her friend as if she was growing a second head.

Bonnie’s smile began to slowly disappear. “Did your mom not have a talk with you? Have you always seen in color?”

“What talk? What do you mean have I always seen in color? Bonnie, you’re sounding like a crazy person right now.”

Except, it turned out, Bonnie was not the crazy person. Caroline was. To an extent at least. It turned out, she wasn’t supposed to see in color until she met her soulmate. It turned out, no one saw in color until they met their soulmate. Parents, those who had time for their children and have actually found their soulmates, had talks with their children as early as when they turned fourteen years old, telling them how the world is actually in color. And when they see color, they’ll know they met their soulmate. And the first color that they see will be that of their soulmate’s eyes. But no one flaunted their ability to see color.  It was considered rude to do so, especially at such a young age. Finding one’s soulmate during their teenage years was rare. And there was no need to enflame jealousy. Eventually the secret would come out in any case, since those with soulmates stuck together instead of dating sporadically. The keeping it as a secret, though, did not apply to friends. Friends tell.

None of that concerned Caroline, though. What concerned was: first, how in heavens name did she manage to completely evade this information for so long; and, second, how could she see color already? She had never seen the world in black and white, not once. The world had been in colors for as long as she remembered.

With that in mind, Bonnie took Caroline to her grams.

“It’s one of two things, dear,” grams said, “you have either met your soulmate as an infant or a child already. Or you are a strange anomaly and you don’t have a soulmate.”

“That’s not helpful,” Caroline muttered. “How do I find out which one it is? What do I do if I don’t have a soulmate?”

“If you have indeed met your soulmate already, then you’ll find out when you see them again. Your heart will tell you. And if you have no soulmate, then you’ll fall in love and be just as happy. It’s no bother, Caroline.” Grams smiled much to Caroline’s frustration. How could she act as if this was of no big consequences?

“What do I do now?” she demanded.

“Nothing. Just be patient.”

Patience wasn’t her strong suit. But she hadn’t much of a choice.

Seven years later, in her first semester as a grad student, an infuriating Klaus Mikaelson walked into her class. At first glance, he was handsome. At a second glance, he was an arrogant asshole who had no sense whatsoever of the word “no”. At third he was still frustratingly attractive. But the kind of attractive that warranted nothing more than a romp in the bed. And he didn’t seem to mind that one bit.

After many, many, many arguments over critical feminist theory, Caroline found him in her bed. For a long time, that’s the only way they associated with one another. Stress-relievers. Friends with benefits with too much benefits and not enough friendship. Call it what you will. Except, time after time there was more soft touching, more passionate whispering, more intense kissing. Until she caught him one time looking up at her with the gentlest look she’s ever seen anyone wear. His face was nuzzled in her stomach, leaving gentle, burning kisses, and his eyes were tracing every twitch on her face. So fixated his gaze was, so intent that she felt a nakedness beyond her physical one.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

He didn’t answer her, just continued his climb from her stomach, over her breasts, her shoulders, her neck, leaving a trail of fire behind him before capturing her lips in a slow kiss. He kissed her as if he was in no hurry at all. He kissed her like they had all the time in the world. He kissed her like his entire universe had just shrunk into her mouth and he was searching for his purpose in her.

After they collapsed together, finding a bliss that made her heart beat in a way that frightened her, he held her close. His eyes didn’t let up their search. His index finger traced her cheek, then her lower lip.

“Klaus…” she breathed, not knowing what exactly she wanted to say. She cannot possibly tell him that her heart is about to burst.

“Go out with me, love.”

She averted her gaze from his stormy blue ones to the tattoo spread on his shoulder. She reached out to him, tracing the ink gently with her fingers.

“Tell me first,” she began, realizing her nerves for the first time, “do you see colors?”

He chuckled. “I’m an artist, Caroline, of course I see color.”

She gave him a look, “you know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” he said. “I have always seen color.”

“Me, too.” She breathed.

“And I don’t believe in soulmates. Never have.”

“Then why are you asking me out?” she teased, unable to explain the relief that came over her.

“Because I believe that I’m falling in love with you.”

She blinked, then caught his lips in a bruising kiss. Suffice to say, saying “no” did not even occur to her.

-

“It is a pity that we have to leave this town.” Esther said, taking another sip of her tea. “But Mikael cannot refuse this offer.”

“The town will not be the same without you.” Liz said, smiling sadly at her friend. “I was hoping that Caroline would get to play with Nik and Rebekah.” She grinned at three-years-old Klaus with Caroline bundled on his lap. He was looking at the infant, wide-eyed with fascination. She reached out to touch his face. He responded by making faces at her which she laughed at.

“Indeed.” Esther chuckled. “It would appear Caroline had already charmed Niklaus.”

An hour later, as Niklaus walked beside his mother towards her car, he noticed for the first time that the car was a loud red.

Sixteen questions that science is unable to explain

1. What feral hell long-distant from its fragile, earthly body does a cat’s purr originate from?

2. How do we reconcile quantum mechanics on the atomic and molecular level with the human desire to go home from the lab and get a beer or something because everything is fucked anyway?

3. Why are bees?

4. How are bees?

5. When are elbows, and for how long?

6. How do badgers know how to open tins, and what have they been putting in those tins, and why can’t you remember the other twenty times you read about badgers and tins?

7. Why do birds suddenly appear any time you are near?

8. What’s that noise?

9. Wheretofore?

10. Which one of the legs is both the same?

11. Can we brain, or is it off limits?

12. What was Science doing last Saturday night and why did Science come home late with its breath smelling of ethanol?

13. If humanity did not yawn, how would we know how to work our face-hinges?

14. What is that stuff floating around all over space?

15. Why are those numbers sitting together over there and looking at us funny like they’re planning some crazy dance and we’re not invited to it even if we can hear number music and totally have the moves?

16. What are you building in there, Science?

Week Five: Mrs Fitz

The premise: What if Claire had conceived on her wedding night with Jamie?

You can find previous weeks/chapters here.


July 6th, 1743; Claire’s Surgery at Castle Leoch.

My dungeon of a surgery had found another use while I was away, but Mrs Fitz seemed eager for me to return to my duties and cheerfully gave me back my space. She and her small regiment of young women had just finished toting the last of the impedimenta away, leaving me in blissful solitude. The bustle of the kitchens could be heard thru the open doorway and I moved to shut it.

This done, I plodded back to my work table and sat down heavily on the stool.

Why was I so tired?

Traveling about the Scottish Highlands had certainly been taxing to an extent, but we’d returned to Leoch four days ago and I’d had ample time to catch up on sleep. Even if I hadn’t, I was used to operating on minimal sleep for days at a time. I thought I might even thrive on it. A few hours here and there were more than enough to carry me thru the day.

Propping my head in my hands, I slid my eyes shut and tried to pinpoint the cause.

Maybe I had misdiagnosed my nervous stomach.

I hadn’t been ill enough for it to have been full-on food poisoning and no one else fell ill. Even if something I ate had caused the stomach upset four days ago, it would be long out of my system by now.

I mentally shook my head; it wasn’t that.

I certainly could have contracted a virus from the many people I came into contact with in the last week. The flu would explain the vomiting, as well as my residual lack of energy, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the overwhelming feeling of fatigue had started before I had gotten sick.

Fatigue. Nausea. Tender breasts.

No. I can’t be.

Bolting out of my seat, I frantically dug thru the drawer where I kept my daily log. I hadn’t written in it very faithfully, especially while I was on the road, but it was the closest thing I had to a calendar.

My heart raced as I flipped back thru the pages.

I had my courses while traveling, hadn’t I?

I found the ones pertaining to rent collecting and my subsequent marriage, but they had no mention of my monthly visitor.

Hadn’t I?

May 29th, 1743 - Monthly begins.

June 2nd, 1743 - Left Castle Leoch at daybreak. 

I frantically flipped to an empty page and hastily sketched out the days, not wanting to entrust this to mental calculation.

Four weeks would be…

Last week.

It should have started the twenty-sixth of June and it was now the sixth of July, making me ten days late.

I’m never late.

The world seemed to spin around me as I slid against the wall to the floor, curling myself into a tight ball. My heart screamed that I couldn’t be pregnant, that I was simply late and stressed, but the incessant stream of logic in my mind told me that pregnancy was the most probable cause.

I’m pregnant. I’m going to have a baby.

It was at this very moment that the door swung open and Mrs Fitz’s cheery voice greeted me from the entryway, shattering the fragile moment into a hundred different pieces of fear and uncertainty.

“I found ye a wee bit o’–” she stopped suddenly as she came around the corner, “Ach, Claire! Whatever’s the matter, lass?”

Should I tell her? It was really Jamie’s news to hear first.

The very thought of telling Jamie I was pregnant with his child sent me scrambling across the floor in search of something to vomit in. I reached the bucket in time to turn away from Mrs Fitz as I retched. Tears fell from my cheeks, mingling with my stomach contents at the bottom of the bucket.

I heard Mrs Fitz softly pad across the room behind me before she lowered herself to the floor and began to rub soothing circles between my shoulder blades, “Ye dinna have to say a word, lass, I ken just wha’ yer feelin’.”

Oh, she does, does she? She KENS what it feels like to be pregnant by a man who you do not love? To be separated from the one you do?

I must have muttered aloud, for she cheerfully replied, “Oh, aye. I was sick as a dog wi’ all o’ my bairns. Dinna fash, it doesna last forever.”

Wiping my mouth on the hem of my apron, I pushed the bucket aside. Mrs Fitz smiled at me as she reassuringly patted my arm. I made no attempt to smile in return, but instead petitioned, “You won’t speak a word of this, will you?”

“‘Tis yer news to tell, lass.” She waved away my concern, then added, “Jamie must be proud as a peacock, aye?”

Unable to meet her gaze, I answered, “He doesn’t know. Not yet, I mean.”

She took my face in her worn, wrinkled hands and waited to speak until I looked up at her.  Her voice was gentle, without a hint of reprimand. “‘Tis a noble an’ holy thing to bear yer husband’s child, lass, no’ a thing to be ashamed of. Ye’ve given Jamie a great blessing.”

“But I don’t love him,” my throat tightened around the words, unable to fully explain myself. “I can’t, I mean, I still…”

Jamie knew it, but I wasn’t sure that I had ever actually said it out loud.

I still loved Frank.

I gave my body freely to Jamie, my time, my energy, but I could not give him my heart, for it belonged to another.

Her smile wobbled as her eyes grew misty, “I was married twice, myself, lass, an’ I didna love my second husband when we wed. ‘Twas a match arranged by the Laird an’ no’ wha’ I wished, but I did grow to love him in my own way. He was a good man, as is yer Jamie.”

Jamie was a good man. He had promised me the protection of his body and name, a vow he had kept when I put to the test. I knew that, heedless of the cost, he would do whatever it took to ensure that I was safe and cared for.

It wasn’t Jamie’s integrity that I was concerned about, it was what would happen next.

“I ken ye fear wha’ the morrow may bring, but let it be as it may. Dinna waste these precious days of carrying yer bairn by worryin’ over what ye canna change,” Mrs Fitz seemed to read my mind.

Her words rang in my ears like a resounding bell, a single phrase reverberating higher than the rest.

Carrying my child.

It took two to create a child, yes, yet this baby would be mine. He or she would bear their father’s name and maybe his looks, but I would be the one to shelter them within me, to carry them beneath my heart, to give them life even if it cost me my own.

It was in this moment, this hush between the wise and the yearning, that I knew without a doubt that I would love them. Daughter or son, it didn’t matter. A baby of my very own to care for, a child to raise, a legacy to leave behind.

After assuring Mrs Fitz that I would be fine and triple checking that the door was bolted behind her, I lay in the bed that was tucked into the corner of my surgery, wrestling with my thoughts. My knees were pulled tight to my chest, my cheeks wet with tears.

Why now? The question circled around and around above my head. I had tried to get pregnant for seven long years, why now?

A conversation I had with Frank right before I left flickered thru my mind. We had been speaking of adoption, of caring for a child who had been orphaned in the war since it seemed we could not have one of our own.

His words haunted me, a cold, icy fist squeezing around my heart.

“I couldn’t feel properly towards a child that was not of my blood.”

What would Frank’s reaction to my return be if I was pregnant with another man’s child? Would he divorce me? Leave me and the child alone in the world? Would I be better off here, in the past with the father of my child, than in the future, shunned by the man that I loved? Or would he support us, all the while holding the shame of my infidelity over my head like a guillotine blade?

There were too many questions, too many scenarios of a future I could not predict.

“Jamie must be proud as a peacock.”

He would be. I knew he would be.

I didn’t doubt that his reaction to my news would be anything but joyful, but that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that I wasn’t.

I didn’t know exactly what I was, just at the moment, but joyful wasn’t it.

A loud pounding woke me some time later. The shadows stretched long and slender across the floor as I sat up and moved slowly towards the door.

“Sassenach?” A voice called between emphatic knocks.

Jamie.

I stopped dead in my tracks, unsure of what to do.

“Claire?” He was quickly becoming concerned, “Are ye alright?”

“Coming!” I called, but made no move to do so.

Do I tell him now? Today? Or should I wait until I’m absolutely sure?

You are sure, a little voice ridiculed me, you just don’t want to admit it.

“If ye dinna come to the door, Sassenach, I’ll–”

Visions of him knocking the door off it’s hinges propelled me forward, quickly letting him in before he gave the castle folk enough gossip-fodder to last until next year.

“Or you’ll what?” I quipped as I stared at his shirt front, trying desperately to act normal.

Jamie shrugged, mumbling something about regretting putting the bolt there in the first place. He shoved his left hand towards me, palm up, as he gestured vaguely to it with his right.

“I, ah, am in need of yer skills,” he supplied.

After leading him to the windows that lined the southern wall and turning his hand this way and that for several minutes, I looked up at him in confusion. “What am I looking for?”

“A sliver, just there.” A blush began at the base of his neck and slowly crept its way up to his ears, turning them a dull pink.

I had to bring his hand right up to my nose to find the speck he was talking about.

“This tiny thing?” I asked incredulously. How a fleck of wood that small made its way thru his thick calluses was beyond me and told him so. “How did you even notice it was there?”

He shifted from foot to foot, smiling slightly as he looked at the floor. “Oh aye, well…”

“You know, you don’t have to come up with an excuse to visit your wife.” I dropped his hand and crossed my arms as I felt a smile tug at the corner of my mouth, my voice dropping as I teased him. “You can just stop by to say you missed me.”

His head snapped up, a huge grin spreading across his face.

A good man, indeed.

July 9th, 1743; Castle Leoch

Morning sickness is a lie, I fumed as I heaved into my bucket for the third time today. If only it would bloody stay in the morning.

It was almost time for the evening meal and I had no appetite what so ever. In fact, the very thought of enduring another aromatic meal filled with haggis and neeps in the great hall made me gag.

The nagging voice came again, You have to tell him.

I shoved the thought aside as I rinsed out the bucket and placed it underneath my work table, hidden from view.

Out of sight, out of mind.
..
In The Wrong Hands Part 2 (Reggie Mantle x Reader)

Okay so here is part 2 of In the wrong hands reggie mantle imagine. Hopefully everyone enjoys this part as much as they did the first and I am so grateful to all of the positive feedback that I am getting from everyone and will be open to any requests that you have for me.


PART TWO

Shocked you stood up and looked at the furious Cheryl with wide eyes, trying to think a reason as to why they would be sitting like that for a “biology project”, you tried but nothing came to mind. Your heart was beating rapidly and you couldn’t think of anything else besides that maybe the flirtatious interaction earlier that day was not just a one-sided thing. Maybe Reggie wasn’t as faithful as you thought…

Sitting back down you placed your hands on your head still trying to think of something, anything that didn’t come to the conclusion that Reggie was possibly cheating on you. You heard Cheryl huff and then the faintest tapping sound of her nails dialing a number. Looking up once again you saw fire in Cheryl’s eyes and you knew that she was going to go off. She shot you a pleading look for you not to stop her and then you heard the gruff voice on the other end of the phone.

“Why the hell is Veronica Lodge sitting all cozy on your lap in this Instagram post?” Cheryl said with an eerily calm tone to her voice. You couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end but you hoped that it was Reggie explaining that it was all a misunderstanding and that it wasn’t his idea.

“I hope you can explain everything to Y/N because to me it looks like you are cheating on her and you better pray to god that that isn’t true.” Cheryl’s voice was sweet again before she hung up on Reggie.

“It looks like we might have to train the girls a little harder at practice tomorrow, especially Miss. Veronica Lodge.” She said turning to look at you, a devilish smile ghosting her lips, sighing you gestured for the two of you to leave. You decided that you would talk to Reggie tomorrow, the anxiety of today had exhausted you too much and you just wanted to be home.

Once you were home you prayed to anybody that tomorrow was going to be better before you let your blankets devour you in their warmth. Tomorrow would be better…

That next morning you woke up to multiple texts from Reggie apologizing and trying to explain what had happened.

Babe, please answer me. I swear there’s nothing going on between me and veronica…

Y/N???

Please baby I love you so much. Honest to god nothing has happened and nothing will happen. I only have my eyes on you.

The frantic texts had calmed your aching heart and you replied that the two of you would talk today and that you loved him too. You were still nervous about having such a discussion but you trusted Reggie.

You were headed for your front door when you heard honking from what you assumed was Cheryl Blossom’s cherry red 1961 Chevrolet Impala. Slipping on your shoes you rushed out to see Cheryl cranking up her music and honking impatiently for you to hurry up. Giggling you ran towards the car and the two of you sped off to school. Thoughts of Reggie and Veronica had faded away and your brain was bursting with the new cheer choreography that Cheryl was chattering on about.

The school parking lot came quickly into view and you scanned the cars to see where Reggie might be, you spotted him standing around with Moose and some other jocks. Smiling you were just about to get out of Cheryl’s car to hug him… but without warning he was tackled into a hug by none other than Veronica Lodge. Paralyzed, you couldn’t move a muscle, your mouth was agape as you watched the scene unfold.

Veronica pulling away from Reggie, Veronica leaning up and grabbing a handful of his hair and finally Veronica smashing her red lips onto his. When she pulled away there was red lipstick staining Reggie’s lips. Your heart lurched into your throat and you could not look away. Cheryl had already slammed her car door and marched over to the scene, her red hair billowing behind her as if they were the flames to the fire that was burning in her eyes. She yanked the dark haired beauty off of Reggie and was undeniably cussing her out but you didn’t hear a thing she said, your brain was unable to process the event that had unfolded before you.

You looked into Reggie’s eyes and found his apologetic gaze looking back at you. He broke away from the group that had formed around him and rushed towards Cheryl’s car, lips still stained red. You hadn’t realized it but your eyes had let a flood loose, Reggie’s hand touched your tear-stained cheek, apologizing profusely.

“Y/N I don’t know why she did that.” Reggie’s words snapped you out of your daze.

“ Why would she do that if there was nothing between you two Reggie? What about that Instagram post yesterday? That obviously was not just a misunderstanding, a girl wouldn’t kiss a guy or sit in his lap like that if nothing was going on. So why don’t you tell me the truth. What is going on Reggie?” You fired off questions viciously as more tears streamed down your face. Reggie was left speechless unable to explain his side.

Getting out of the car you stormed your way over to the still flaming Cheryl and dragged her into the school and to the girls locker room, not wanting anyone else to see the continuation of your emotional turmoil.


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anonymous asked:

jason todd and pride?

Prompt: “Tell me something lovely about myself. Even if it’s a lie.“ 

A/N: i can’t believe i haven’t written about this babe x and i didn’t really use the prompt exactly how it’s worded but it is in there :))


Jason Todd was never really in the best of moods, but after coming back from a mission gone bad, the message was clear—stay out of his way. He disappeared quickly after the villains mumbling a few curses and punching a few objects on his way out. He knew it was wrong; he knew that he was wrong. The argument the two of you were embroiled it before the battle was weighing heavily on his mind and he regretted every single nasty word that he spewed at you. He was out of his mind if he ever meant the insults he told you. Jason knew he was a hot-head, always acting without first thinking things through first, but he never truly meant what he said. You were everything to him, the stars, the sun, and the moon—and he would be damned if he ever let you slip through his fingertips.

It was a stupid argument yet he could remember vividly how it started. You were asking for something simple, just wishing that the two of you could spend more time together—that was so you were asking for, yet at the moment his mind was too occupied with the upcoming assignment than listening to you. In hindsight he knew that you weren’t asking for much and as much as he knew morally that he should apologize, his pride wouldn’t allow him to do so. But god, after he saw the blood leaking from the bullet wound in your shoulder, he felt nauseous. Being injured on the job only came with the territory and both of you were aware of that, yet it never really occurred to him how devastated he would feel.

The pain of being shot was one of the worst feelings in the world, and you could testify to that. It felt as if your shoulder was on fire while someone was repeatedly stabbing you there with a knife. Nevertheless, you attempted to stand, hoping to ignore the pain. Before you could even make it into a standing position your knees gave out on you. Roy Harper grasped onto your arm before you could further injure yourself, you muttered a quick word of gratitude before letting go of his arm and looking away.

“I’m fine, Roy. Seriously, it doesn’t even hurt that much,” you dismissed his glances of worry, but he didn’t seem to believe your claims.

“[Y/N], you were just shot in the arm, there’s no need to lie,” he sighed as he watched you continue struggling to stand on your own, before once again grasping your arm and helping you up. “Come on, we need to get you to a hospital.”

As soon as the last word slipped through his lips, your eyes immediately widened and you vehemently shook your head at his suggestion. A hospital was the place on your mind, you needed to see him—you needed him. After being with him for so long, you knew wholeheartedly how he would take the effects of your accident. You had promised him that no matter what happens between the both of you that you would be there for him, and you intended to keep your word. The argument wasn’t pointless, but you weren’t willing to breakup your two year long relationship over it. He needed you, now more than ever, and you would be damned if you abandoned him now.

Roy noted your determined demeanor, letting loose a small sigh and a smile. “You’re exactly like him, stubborn as hell and don’t know your limits,” he shook his head laughing slightly, “the two of you are perfect for each other.”

You rolled your eyes slightly at his words, but nevertheless accepted his help. Ripping a piece of your already torn costume he tied a makeshift tourniquet around your shoulder, hoping to stop the flow of blood. Placing a majority of your weight on him, he helped you hobble towards his motorcycle, before the two of you sped off into the night and back to your apartment.

As soon as Jason slipped through the window of your shared apartment, he immediately turned and ran into the bedroom, then the bathroom—before throwing up in the toilet. He couldn’t stomach the amount of guilt that he was currently feeling.  Wiping his mouth in the back of his hand, he flushed the toilet and washed his hands in the sink. There he stared at his reflection in the mirror as his haggard reflection stared back at him. He looked absolutely terrible with miscellaneous cuts and bruises around his face, his features hollow. Anger and regret boiled inside his veins and before he could control his emotions, he had swiftly punched the mirror in front of him, glass shards flying everywhere.

They protruded from his fist as blood began to drip onto the clean floor below. He could practically hear your voice in the back of his mind, scolding him lightly for breaking the mirror but being more concerned about what he has done to himself. And as soon as you’ve cleaned up the mess and wrapped gauze around his wound, you would of course say a joke as an attempt to cheer him up—and it has never failed to make him crack even the smallest of smiles.

“You’re luck is bad enough as it is, breaking a mirror certainly won’t do you any good,” your voice cut through his facade like a knife and for a second he couldn’t tell if your voice was real or just another figment of his imagination. But as he turned around, he could vividly see your battered figure. He couldn’t help but compile more guilt as he looked at your worn out expression, but you attempted to soothe his guilt as you hobbled over towards him. Grasping his face in your hands you inspected it, slightly grumbling over the cuts and bruises, a deep frown engulfed your face as you took his bloody hands within yours.

“Jason…” you trailed off unable to properly explain your discomfort in words. Letting go of his hands you walked into the bathroom, grabbed the first aid kit, and lead him towards the bed to sit. Carefully with tweezers, you pulled the glass shards from his hand, before wrapping it up tightly with cloth. However, even after you finished, your small hands never left his large ones. He looked down at his now bandaged hands, your own hands intertwined with his as he looked up, his blue eyes meeting your colored ones which he took as cue to apologize.

“I’m sorry, it was stupid of me to argue with you especially before a mission. I was wrong about everything and truthfully I didn’t want to admit it,” he paused to nibble on his lower lip slightly, “You’re too good for me and I don’t deserve anything that you give me. I would be a fool to let you go and I almost did—I almost let go of the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t deserve you since I’m nothing but a screw up and a failure and—”

You swiftly cut him off by pressing your finger against his lips. Truth be told as soon as you saw him sitting there you didn’t have the heart to continue being mad at him. He looked so broken and devastated that it just obliterated all of your anger. You wrapped your arms around his frame tightly and he responded by squeezing you tighter as if he was afraid that you would disappear. And at that point your heart melted, as you allowed him to bury his face into your neck.

“You’re not a screw up and you are definitely not too good for me, in fact, we’re made for each other,” you smiled, “I can promise you that I’m not going anywhere because you are too damn important to me, so don’t go telling yourself all those lies.”

And despite the burning pain in your shoulder, you were glad to be back in your lover’s arms—the two of you not daring to move anytime soon.