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Bad Reputation 2

Originally posted by illumegeoff

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Part 2!!!

Warnings: Angst? Y’all should know by now lolol

A/N: I hope you guys like this!!


I stood by the apartment window looking out into the city, it’s been a long time since I’ve actually been out there. I don’t mind staying in the apartment but I just want to go outside without getting fingers pointed at me, and names being yelled at me.

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ok i wasn’t around then but i know there was ship wars about this but like at the same time both hanleia and lukeleia actually were supported until you literally find out that their siblings (and tbh ignoring the fact that we know now they are siblings it would literally make sense that ppl would see luke and leia happening based on just anh and not really hanleia)

and like this is all besides the point bc guess what neither luke or han were set up as the antagonist and neither tortured or tried to kill leia unlike kylo who literally did both to rey (and more actual thing would be ppl shipping leia with vader after anh and comparing it to that but whatever)

and for the last part that’s literally going to be you when it comes out that rey is kylo’s sister/cousin (the two most likely outcomes for her at this time) but yeah sure continue acting like you’re so superior (when you know jackshit about anything)

suhana2505  asked:

how about Kaede/Maki for the ship meme?

Aaah, yes. A classic.

  • Who said “I love you” first : Kaede, of course ~ Then Maki would be so edgy in a “you don’t even know me, how can you say that ?” kind of way, but inside she would be super freaked out.
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background : Kaede has the picture of her beautiful girlfriend while she is training and is doing her best to convince Maki to change her dumb ‘by default’ background and to put a picture of them both instead. No success for now but she isn’t giving up !
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror : Kaede does and then pretends she doesn’t know what Maki is talking about ‘did an intruder do that ? I sure didn’t ?’ At some point Maki is just pissed and wipes the steam off before Kaede could write something. Kaede didn’t say anyhing, but she was upset. Maki didn’t do it again.
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts : Kaede does that sometimes, but it’s more thoughtful gifs than cheesy ones, she is pretty good at picking good stuff. Maki is helpless, though. Anytime she tries to make a gift she feels ridiculous and takes something too romantic.
  • Who initiated the first kiss : I think Kaede is the one to ask, and Maki starts by being super quiet for a moment before rolling her eyes and be like ‘fine, I guess’. This evolves in a full-makeout session on the couch, by the way because once they are in, they are in.
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning : I think I always answer this question with a ‘who wakes up first’, haha. Anyway, Maki doesn’t necessarily wants to wake her up, but she kisses Kaede before leaving their home. It’s easier when Kaede is all sleepy.
  • Who starts tickle fights : Kaede tries, but Maki is really good at blocking her hands with an iron grip.
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower : Kaede does. Answer : ‘Do you want to die ?’ of course.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch : I mean, I could just answer ‘Kaede’ and be done with it, but imagine Kaede forgetting her lunch at home, and starts to worry that her girlfriend won’t have anything in her stomach, so she brings it to her. Kaede is happy but ‘I could have bought some chinese takeout’. Maki doesn’t do it again.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date : Maki, to be honest. Kaede too, of course, but Maki is bad at human relationships and she doesn’t want to lose one of the friends she now have if that fails.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders : I mean… Maki :3
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk : Kaede is another one of these person who fall into the ‘embarassingly cheesy’ umbrella when she gets tipsy.

Valdaya shippers (the three amigas and their two anons)

Why would we get mad at you saying Tom has no sauce when it reflects badly on your level of taste. It is not our fault that you only know 99 cent store quality sauce in your men. 😂

And dear I did not get mad at you for calling me a stalker. I pointed out your hypocrisy calling anyone a stalker and showed you one of many proofs of how you stalk our blogs and hide behind the bullshit “anons tell me” lies. Once I get, but every time? Come on. Listen, I don’t mind you lurking; I lurk at your blog; you lurk on ours, but just don’t lie about it and don’t start shit by mentioning what we are saying or doing. Simple as that.

Oh and you are giving us NO HEAT. Me calling you out on your bullshit and how pressed you are does not mean we can not handle the “heat” from you, lol. You think too highly of yourself, must be part of your delusions.

anonymous asked:

Mouse kaboom and sneaky

1. Who crushed first?

Mmmm Mouse but he didn’t confess for a long time bc he though Sneaky was dating Flippy

2. How long did the pre-kiss tension last?

Not too long tbh, it wouldn’t happen too often to begin with

3. Who caved and kissed first?

Sneaky hhhhh

4. Angst or fluff?

Ahh I love both!!!

5. What the parents think?

I should just start skipping this one lmao we don’t mention the parents a whole lot

6. Did they do a first date or did they just hook up?

Well they were in the military so dates would be a bit hard to go on so it was just a hook up BUT they would hang out (but with others along)

7. Relationship dynamic?

Mouse acting like a mom and Sneaky pointing it out and Mouse thinking about his life choices

8. How long do they last/did they break up?

WELL they’re dead forever now

not long

9. Who’s the sex god?

MMmmM one thing’s for sure.. Mouse is definitely better than Sneaky

10. Short headcanon for the pair.

I managed to think of something sweet and I’m shook. Sneaky looking at Mouse’s bandages on his ears and touching it and ending up just caressing his hair and hhhh

🔫(Ø▽Ø⌿ )

The Minyard-Josten Pros’ Coming Out

Or, That Time Andrew Got Pissed And Posted The Video That Broke The Internet

  • Years down the line, our boys are both pros and Neil is getting annoyed at all the press conferences that get derailed by either the Josten-Minyard rivalry or whether he is or isn’t in a committed relationship as some gossip magazines have been implying
  • he’s not allowed to deal with it, though
    • he’s actually not allowed to say anything to the press that his coach and PR team haven’t approved of
    • he calls it bullshit
    • he only ever antagonized a dangerous yakuza criminal once
    • people really can’t let anything go, in this sport

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anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.


Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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listen these are two of my fave kaminari panels and I really think this should be a meme

Thanks Mom

Prompt: You’re Steve’s gf and the golden girl of Hawkins High School … and you aren’t quite as good at taking the high rode as your bf when it comes to Billy Hargrove. 

Warnings: Innuendo. Language. Threats. Basically 25% trying to kill Billy; 75% fluff with Steve’s gf being the Mother of his Children 

You shoved you’re books in your locker just in time for Steve to sweep you off your feet. 

“Hey, good lookin’.” He smiled. 

You rose an eyebrow and restrained a laugh. “Hi Gorgeous. Why are you so chipper?” 

He sighed, toying with the hem of your shirt. “Well I’ve got this crazy hot date tonight.” 

“Ugh, I know, she’s so out of your league.” You grinned. “How do you cope?” 

“Well, you know I’m good in the sack.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.  

You tossed your head back in laughter, checking to see if anyone had heard him, before leaning closer. 

“You do have that going for you.” You murmured, pecking him on the lips. 

“Yeah?” He kissed you back, and didn’t pull away this time, pressing you against your locker.  

“Harrington. Leave room for Jesus, will you?” Ms. Lockhart barked from her classroom door. 

You pulled away from him and giggled, the slightest hint of blush in your cheeks as you peeked over Steve’s shoulder.  

“Meet me at my car?” Steve said. 

“Why don’t you meet me at mine, sweetheart?” Billy Hargrove strutted by the two of you, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. “I’d love to give you a ride.” 

Steve took his hands from your waist to face Hargrove, but you grabbed his hands and put them back on your hips, looking Billy in the eyes. 

“Stick to what you’re used to, Hargrove. We both know your car isn’t built to handle a girl like me.” You said evenly. 

Tommy, who flanked Billy, let his mouth drop, a giggle escaping. 

“Shut your mouth.” Billy said, with a side glance at Tommy, and then looked back to you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Well that’s one hell of a bluff, baby. Why don’t you call me, if you’d like to prove it?” He winked at you and then looked at Steve, “Or if you just get bored.” 

You and Steve both watched him as he made his way down the hallway. 

“Wow.” You said. “What a dick.” 

“Yeah, he’s been after me for a while.” Steve shook his head, “All this alpha male stuff about who runs this school or whatever. It’s bullshit, don’t worry about it.” 

“I won’t.” You said, then Steve looked at you.

“‘We both know you couldn’t handle a girl like me’?” He rose an eyebrow, a smile on his face. 

You bit your lip. “Yeah, was that a bit much?”  

“Babe, that was so hot.” 

You giggled as he pressed you up against the lockers once more, his lips on yours. 

Mister Harrington!” 

He broke away. “Sorry Ms. Lockhart.” He said, still looking at you. “God, you’re wonderful. Do I tell you that enough?” 

“No, not nearly.” You smiled. 

“Jesus Christ. Why don’t you just cream your pants now, Steve?” Came Dustin’s voice, with Will, Lucas, Mike, and Max in tow behind him. 

“Fuck off, man.” Steve took a step back. You noticed a slight blush in his cheeks, and it made you smile. 

“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” Dustin said. “No really, we can all turn around, give you your privacy in this public school hallway-”

“Hey, I’m the one with the car. So clearly you didn’t hurt my feelings, or your ass would be biking home.” Steve griped, grabbing your hand as you all made for the parking lot. 

“Sorry about that again, by the way.” Max said sheepishly. 

“It wasn’t your fault.” Lucas reassured her. 

“Yeah, she can’t help it her stepbrother’s the Antichrist.” Dustin added. 

“Billy Hargrove? What’d he do?” You turned to look at them. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve look at you, and then to the kids. 

“It wasn’t a big thing, really.” Steve said. 

“Basically, he tried to kill us.” Dustin said, ignoring Steve’s pointed looks. 

You stopped on the school’s front steps and turned. “He did what?” 

“Tried to run us over on our way home from school a couple weeks back.” Mike said. 

“I was arguing with him, he was just trying to freak me out.” Max added, rolling her eyes. 

“How-” You stopped, putting your hand on your hip and looking at them. “Exactly how close did he come to killing you?”  

They all glanced at one another. 

“Babe, are you …” Steve began, but you turned on your heel and started down the steps at a fast pace. “Hey, Y/N, where are you going?” 

“Do you still have that tire iron in your trunk?” You asked distractedly. 

“Um … what?” Steve looked at you, bewildered and alarmed. 

You opened his trunk, grabbed the metal instrument, and headed off in a different direction: Billy’s car. 

“Hey. Hey!” Steve called after you, but Dustin grabbed him when he made to go after you. 

Billy sat in the driver’s seat, Carol getting ready to climb in the passenger’s side. He saw you approaching, smiled, and leaned out the window. 

“Bored already, baby-” 

But he hadn’t finish his sentence before you’d lodged the tire iron in his left headlight. The crash attracted the attention of everyone in the nearest vicinity as glass scattered on the pavement.  

“Hey! HEY!” He threw his cigarette out and kicked open the door. 

Billy Hargrove was not a person to be taken lightly, but you only moved closer, stepping up beside the hood of his car. 

“You make a single move, Hargrove, and I will lodge this tire iron in your windshield.” You held it up threateningly. He paused, looking at you in alarm and muted rage. “Where EXACTLY do you get off trying to kill a bunch of kids, huh?” 

“What the fuck are you-”

“Don’t remember that, shitdick?” You raised your weapon higher. 

He glanced at it and then sighed. “Look, Sweetheart, I was just trying to teach my kid sister a lesson, okay? Nothin’ personal.” 

“I don’t give a fuck.” You snarled, leaning forward. “Those kids over there? They’re mine. If I see you so much as take a step in their direction your car will be the least of your problems. I will beat your fucking ass, do you understand me?” 

He watched you for a moment, and then scoffed and shook his head. “Alright, whatever. I get it. Just get the hell off my car.” 

You started to turn and then turned back, putting your hand on his door so he couldn’t shut it. He stopped and looked at you. “And just to be clear, you don’t run this school and neither does Steve. I do.” 

You released his car, turned on your heel, and marched back to the kids, tire iron still hanging from your right hand. Dimly, you heard Billy’s speakers turn up as he tore out of the parking lot. 

“Alright, Y/N!” Mike grinned. 

“Dude, he was so scared!” Max said incredulously. 

“God, Steve, you’re fired. Y/N’s our new Super Mom.” Dustin said. 

You put the tire iron on the hood of Steve’s car and your smile turned sheepish when you finally looked at him. 

“What the hell was that?” He asked, bewildered. 

You shrugged. “He could’ve killed them. We’ve got enough aliens and government conspiracies to deal with without some douche trying to mow them down on the street.”  

“God, I am so hot for you right now.” Steve grabbed your arm and pulled you against him, making you giggle and the kids let out a chorus of hurling noises. “You are the new Wonder Mom, I can’t beat that.” He said.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and grabbed the iron, “We can co-parent. Wonder Dad.” 

I think a big part of how I see the world is that -

In college I was sick. In particular I was anorexic, and I nearly starved myself to death. I never accomplished anything, made commitments I couldn’t keep, lost track of time, and struggled with the most basic life tasks. I was anxious (mostly because I correctly knew that everything was going horribly) and lazy (because I could not possibly do enough things to matter, and doing things was hard and hurt) and unreliable and terrible. I ended up owing people a lot of money (I have since paid them all back) and failing at things that were really important to me and to other people.

And now I am in a good environment for me. I live with people who I can be reasonably assured don’t hate me and will tell me when they need me to do things differently, and I am no longer anxious. My work has clear expectations and is bite-sized and doesn’t pile up on me, and I reliably deliver it and do a good job. I have enough money I don’t have to deal with the mental overhead of deciding whether to buy the food I want, and I spend that mental overhead on better things. I am still messy and I am still bad at getting places on time, but I’m never late on rent. I am mostly a productive, honest, trustworthy, reliable person and I’m getting better at those things. I have friends and kiss girls (and the occasional boy) and I make a positive difference in peoples’ lives.

Some of the difference was immaturity and lack of skills; much of the difference is that I had starved my brain until it stopped functioning; much of the difference was that I was in an environment that was not shaped to my strengths. But living through it gave me this powerful sense that the difference between a “lazy” person and a “successful” person, between a reliable person and an unreliable person, between a “good” person and a “bad” person, is a lot about whether they are in an environment shaped to their strengths. That almost everybody will be great in the right environment and really really struggle in a bad one. And some people have never ever encountered a bad one and think they’re just inherently great; and some people have never encountered a good one, and think they’re just inherently miserable and hard to get along with and unreliable and untrustworthy.

I absolutely think people are still accountable for the things they do in bad environments. I’ve worked really hard to fix the things I fucked up at when I was sick, and I don’t mean “it’s all the environment” to mean “it’s not you”. Just - the same you who was miserable and did bad things will be happy and do good things, in better circumstances, and lots of the human project is building those circumstances. 

I don’t know how to give everyone an environment in which they’ll thrive. It’s probably absurdly hard, in lots of cases it is, in practical terms, impossible. But I basically always feel like it’s the point, and that anything else is missing the point. There are people whose brains are permanently-given-our-current-capabilities stuck functioning the way my brain functioned when I was very sick. And I encounter, sometimes, “individual responsibility” people who say “lazy, unproductive, unreliable people who choose not to work choose their circumstances; if they go to bed hungry then, yes, they deserve to be hungry; what else could ‘deserve’ possibly mean?” They don’t think they’re talking to me; I have a six-figure tech job and do it well and save for retirement and pay my bills, just like them. But I did not deserve to be hungry when I was sick, either, and I would not deserve to be hungry if I’d never gotten better.

What else could ‘deserve’ possibly mean? When I use it, I am pointing at the ‘give everyone an environment in which they’ll thrive’ thing. People with terminal cancer deserve a cure even though right now we don’t have one; deserving isn’t a claim about what we have, but about what we would want to give out if we had it. And so, to me, horrible people who abuse others all the time deserve an environment in which they would thrive and not be able to abuse others, even if we can’t provide one and don’t even have any idea what it would look like and sensibly are prioritizing other people who don’t abuse others. If you have experiences, you deserve good experiences; if you have feelings, you deserve happy feelings; if you want to be loved, you are worthy of love. You flourishing is a moral good; everybody flourishing is in fact the only moral good, the entire thing morality is for. Your actions should have consequences, sure, and we should figure out how to build a world where those consequences are ones that you can handle, and where you can amend the things that you do wrong. When you hurt people, that can change what “you thriving” looks like, because part of thriving is fixing, and growing from, things you have done wrong; but nothing you do can change that it is good for you to thrive.

I reject that I ever deserved to starve, and so I reject that anyone, ever, deserves to starve. I reject that I ever deserved to suffer, and so I reject that anyone, ever, deserves to suffer. Happiness is good. Your happiness is good. And without a single exception anywhere I want you to thrive.

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Hideyoshi Nagachika : Probable damage assessment 

I guess this is what I do at 1:30 am when I’m not making angst.

My apologies for the Hide-ache.

Gotta say though, I think I actually learned a few things while getting into this.

If there are mistakes anatomy or namesake wise (because the wounds are not gonna be exactly as I guessed), 

feel free to point them out to me in private, I may update them.

Use for whatever my dudes, just know I’m the nerd that did it.

Sterek: Stiles is fresh out of FBI class in an obscene white button up and tie and Derek just finds it incredibly sexy
Requested by @nogitsunelichen

Don’t Freak II

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

PART I | PART III | PART IV | PART V

PART II


Y/N sniffled as they continued to walk down the dark, tree lined road they had been on for the last hour. Steve looked over to her.

“Are you still crying?”

No,” Y/N huffed.

“I mean, it’s fine if you are,” Steve tried to say nonchalantly.

“I know that,” She bit back a little too aggressively.

“I wouldn’t think any less of you for crying,”

“I’m not crying, Steve!” He held his arms up in surrender.

“I’m just saying,”

“Don’t you ever get tired of ‘just saying’?” She turned the upper half of her body towards him, but kept walking.

“Don’t you ever get tired of shooting everything down?” Steve did the same.

“Don’t start,” Y/N pointed at him.

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Niall Horan reveals a secret lover he had in 1D inspired his best songs — and it has inspired his emotional debut album Flicker

FOR his five years in ONE DIRECTION – and the nearly two years since they went on hiatus – NIALL HORAN has been linked to a string of beautiful women.

But while his bandmates HARRY STYLES, LIAM PAYNE, LOUIS TOMLINSON and ZAYN MALIK have had plenty of girlfriends since shooting to fame, Niall always insisted he was single . . . until now.

In his first Bizarre guest-edit since going solo, Niall revealed his incredible debut album Flicker, out today, was inspired by a secret relationship.

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.9

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Word count: 4.3k

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9



“You lied to me!” the 15yr old Jungkook screeched in agony. He couldn’t stop the salty tears from streaming down his puffy face, as he looked at his older brother with pure hatred.

Jin, lifelessly looked at his youngest sibling and sighed in an annoyed tone, “What was I supposed to tell you?”

“The truth!” the doe eyed boy spat.

“It doesn’t work like that Jungkook, especially in this family.”

“Family?!” Jungkook laughed, sounding as if he had gone insane. “You think I’d call this a family?!”

At that, Jin closed his eyes in frustration – he knew that it was never easy for any of them to find out the truth, but Jungkook was by far taking it the worse. He recalled the others had shown great anger momentarily, but then they would get over it. Hell, even him himself hadn’t shown any emotions when his father told him the truth about his own mother. But maybe that was because Jungkook was different from the rest of them. He still… felt emotion, he still cared for others, and hadn’t become a cold-hearted machine that followed orders like the rest of them did.

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Oswald Cobblepot eating the pie, forcing everyone else to eat it and then stopping Jim just to save Martin. Oswald Cobblepot being able to FORGIVE SOPHIA’S BETRAYAL because of what she did for Martin.

What if an alien and a human are beamed down to a planet with extremely low temperatures. The alien isn’t really adapted well to extreme cold, but it doesn’t matter because they’re only going to be there for a short period of time.

Unfortunately, an asteroid passes right by the planet and the ship is forced to fly back out of radio range to avoid being hit. They not only lose contact with their crew members, but they also lose their GPS lock on them. It’ll take them a few minutes to wait for the asteroid to pass by and to get back in range, at which point they’ll need their crew members to hail them so that they can figure out where they are and beam them up.

Even more unfortunately, both the human and the alien are getting increasingly cold and the alien, who never really liked the human anyway, thinking that humans in general get a lot of undeserved praise in the galaxy, starts getting annoyed.

“Human, stop making that clicking sound, it’s really annoying.”

“F-for the l-last f-frickin’ time, my name is J-james, and I c-can’t help it. My t-teeth are cha-chattering.”

“Well at least stop moving around like that. Conserve your energy, idiot.”

“I c-can’t h-help it. Th-this is what humans d-do when it’s-it’s cold.”

“Ha! I knew the human ability to survive the cold was exaggerated! I don’t know why we even have a human!”

“I g-got the j-job f-fair and squ-square. Being human had n=nothing to do w-with—”

“Hey! Stop that!”

“What?”

“You’re changing colour! Stop it! You’re going white! What the hell are you trying to pull here, you wanna start a fight?”

“It’s n-not v-volunta—”

“’Cause let me tell you, you may think you’re so big just because you’re human, but you don’t even have venom! I could kill you in two seconds. You insult me like that again and I’ll— oh, what’s the point? I don’t even have the energy to yell at you.”

“A-are you o-oka—?”

“Shut up human! We’re going to die here.”

The alien then passes out and, to their surprise, wakes up on the ship. 

“How did you find us?” They ask, while the ship’s doctor examines them.

“Oh, James hailed us,” the doctor says, pointing over to the human, who is in the corner drinking some brown liquid with steam coming off it, “lucky for you, his species is so well adapted to the cold.”