who ordered the pig

ryuiko-fufu  asked:

Favourite food?

LAKJSDFLAKJDF i’m going to name 10 if it’s all right because weep i love so many food, too many food  I WAS GONNA NAME oNLY 5 BUT I CAN’T these are not in order

salmon sashimi
my mom’s shrimp pasta
beef fried noodles
grilled pork belly
miso hot pot
fried dumpling
taiwanese fried chicken
soft pretzel
haagen dazs coffee ice cream

i’m honestly the person who has teared up eating good food before

Dark!Mafia! Headcanons


  • Over the years he has developed the art of wearing a tired, wry smile after learning of a betrayal before casually ordering a hit on the traitorous pig who dared endanger his Famiglia.
  • His favorite hitmen knows he’s offended when a hit from him comes in with a Sky Flame seal and a footnote that says, ‘I want it on video’.
  • He comes off as worn and tired and very young for his position as don so high ranking people who try to ingratiate themselves to get the Vongola’s influence try to look down at him from atop their well molded noses and demand what they need from him thinking he would just cower and let them have their way. Until he smiles in amusement at their attempt to intimidate him and his eyes burn orange transforming his overworked countenance into a force of nature. By the time he leans back these important men realize that despite the fact they’re the ones standing, it was Tsuna who was looking down at them.
  • Serbia’s former Minister of Finance did this once. His body is still missing.
  • He does not appreciate being used. Doing so for the benefit of others have very high, very bloody consequences. An allied Famiglia asked him to mediate peace talks between them and another rival Famiglia once only to use the trust their enemy placed on Tsuna’s status to massacre them after they laid down their guns and agreed to a reconciliation.
  • Tsuna personally joined his hitmen in killing every single member of that ally Family and stripping them of all their possessions and power to hand over to the victimized Famiglia’s survivors.
  • Over the years Tsuna had learned brutality and a deep distaste for corrupt officers of the law. His experiences with them since becoming don had made him understand and finally applaud Primo’s reason’s for forming the Vongola.
  • He once ordered a police officer- who dared stalk and then brutally rape the daughter of a subordinate- cooked in a steel barrel over a slow fire before sending the body and the bastard’s recording of his other rapes in front of the police station where the corrupt officer reported for work. Barrel and all.
  •  Instead of violently taking over other Mafia Famiglia’s turfs he makes allies out of them. He makes sure they understood that with this alliance, a percentage of the Vongola’s earnings will go to them in exchange for a percentage of the new Family’s income in return. If that new Family tries to cheat the books and Tsuna finds out he will have his Mist Guardians raise an uproar about this Family’s betrayal and leaves his allies to bully these cheating assholes until he genially steps in to stop the bullying like Jesus in Brioni. Like this he is treated by his allies from lower rung Famiglia as a savior and step all over themselves to keep his ‘protection’ unknowingly trapped by Vongola’s machinations.
  • Tsuna considers involving children in human trafficking particularly distasteful so when one of his allies defy him and invest in this business, he sends a special kind of ‘calling card’. One that would leave them all dead.
  • Even after all these years Tsuna has always been a very forgiving person. But experience has taught him to allow betrayals and offenses only one chance. Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice, shame on him.


  • Charming and magnetic, no one would ever guess Dino has a dark side to this charm. He is a great actor who can cover up a rather cold personality. Especially towards strangers.
  • His clumsy behavior could be blamed by the fact that his mother had forced him to write with his right hand when he’s actually left handed.
  • Despite his coldness he shows a bright and happy face towards his subordinates and allies because Reborn taught him that having to see his brooding face would affect their morale.
  • Although he is bright and friendly with Family members, he is quite cold and sardonic when it came to anyone outside the Mafia unless it was absolutely necessary.
  • The only reason he retained his act as a cheerful, if somewhat clumsy teacher back during the Arcobaleno trials in Namimori was because other Famiglia were watching and he had to keep up appearances.
  • For sex, Dino uses a paid, professional escort. He never uses a Family member for sex because he didn’t want internal disputes coming up.
  • Dino knew very well that the decline of the Cavallone he had had to set right was caused by his father losing favor with the Vongola due to his foolishness in investing with businesses the Ninth had found offensive.
  •  Reborn was a boon the Ninth offered as Cavallone’s threadbare chance to keep their alliance with the Vongola. Dino’s failure in getting Reborn’s approval during his tutelage would have spelled the end of their Famiglia.
  • Dino owes Romario a great debt. The man lost his family in a violent, brutal massacre from a rival Famiglia who had found out about his affiliation with the Cavallone.
  • Reborn considered it Dino’s graduating ceremony when the blonde stepped out himself to slaughter the Famiglia who had killed Romario’s household.
  • Dino had never stopped feeling guilty over his failure despite Romario telling him he had no regrets and that he bore him no ill will over the incident.
  • Dino never gained the reputation of being ‘merciful’. He dealt with his enemies too thoroughly and too quickly for him to forgive anything. Not that anybody knows, of course.


  • Enma never seriously considered the Shimon a Mafia Famiglia. With the way they live their lives, one can actually say they were more like a vigilante group with seven members than an underground organization.
  • Enma is quiet and usually low brow making other Famiglia unaware of his status as Boss. What others don’t know is that he can pull off the most vindictive and grueling punishments to those who try and hurt his loved ones.
  • He delivers these punishments himself.
  • No one ever lives long enough to tell anyone else he was the one who did it.
  • People mistake the scent of blood on him as the ones inflicted by bullies pushing him around. They had never once realized the blood came from other people.
  • Once, as he rounded an alley to get to Koyo’s locker room so he could wish him good luck on his next match he finds members of a yakuza group thinking of incapacitating Koyo so they could fix the fight. Without saying a word he uses his Flames to squeeze these men into atoms and make them one with the sewers before quietly going on to do what he came there to do in the first place. The bosses of those men he crushed to death had never found the bodies and they never found out who did it either.
  • Since the Shimon were not really rich and had opted to stay in the shadows bordering the Mafia allied to the Vongola, Enma and his Famiglia need to work like common folk. They have become a hit squad that answers directly to the Vongola Decimo and they are rewarded with money and respect while remaining incognito from other allies.
  • He and Tsuna had a silent agreement that Enma could refuse any ‘job’ that he considers unethical. Tsuna always respects that and rethinks his decisions because of it later.
  • Enma had long since passed second guessing whether or not he should take a life. He had resolved himself to ending the Vongola during middle school, after all.
  • Although he can take a life easily he had never been able to find enjoyment with it like certain members of the Varia did. He reminded his enemies of an abyss. It made them think he felt nothing.
  • The demons of his past never died. His tragedy a shadowy burden that caused his shoulders to always slump and his back to always slouch disguising the dangerous man beneath them when awoken from its bed of undiluted guilt and sorrow.
  • He shares in Tsuna’s distaste in pigs who involve children in human trafficking. Every childish face he saw dead in the hands of an enemy would set him off. Every one of them a reminder of how Mami looked as she stared back at him through lifeless eyes.
  • Despite his kindness Enma’s heart is buried in grief. Despite his giving, kind nature he couldn’t free himself from the fear that he may lose someone important the same way he lost his parents and sister. Or what he might do when it happens. Of all the Mafia Bosses he was allied with he was the last to acquire a significant other.


  • His mother’s loss was a blow to his heart and caused him to mistrust his father who had told him that everything was going to be alright during her illness. It was the reason Takeshi never came to talk to him before attempting suicide back in middle school. And although he had since become closer to his father and had in fact always loved him, he had never told Tsuyoshi about his connections with the Mafia.
  • Despite his smile and seeming oblivion he was an observant person when it counts. Especially after Genkishi. In fact, ten years later he was among the handful of Vongola’s Guardians other than Hibari, Mukuro and Chrome who could see through illusions. It was reported that he was even better at battling illusionists than Hibari.
  • Takeshi had become so renowned for his expertise in dealing with illusionists that he was often contracted by groups in and out of Vongola’s alliance to take care of troublesome Mist users. He took these jobs as long as it didn’t involve him having to face off with Mukuro, Chrome, Fran or Viper, of course. He was good but he was not suicidal.
  • He takes on these occasional freelance hits just for the fun of it, of course.
  • Takeshi would never say it but he was one of the Guardians who opposed destroying the Vongola rings back when Tsuna presented the idea just before the rise of the Gesso. He viewed his father’s death at the hands of Byakuran’s Famiglia as a consequence of Tsuna’s decision for the longest time despite his deep loyalty to his friend.
  • Despite the alliance and his relative good cheer in their presence, Takeshi always had a grip on Shigure Kintoki whenever he was around Byakuran and his Famiglia.
  •  The same tension in him is applied whenever he was around Mukuro as well for quite some time.
  • His carefree nature is a ploy. The more easy going he acted, the more people opened up to him. And when he’s sent out to kill them, they would never see it coming.
  • Takeshi, despite his cheerful disposition, is paranoid by nature since becoming a hitman. Most of his romantic liaisons were only half-hearted attempts to cling to the side of him that was still human.
  • Squalo had a suspicion from the get go that Takeshi could surpass him in sheer brutality when all his buttons were pushed. One example of this was when Takeshi had been sent on a hit by Tsuna regarding a major cartel Boss who decided selling off children to prostitution was a good idea.
  • Upon seeing the sheer amount of kids being fed to adult pigs Takeshi got so enraged that he numbed the man with his Flames to keep him from moving before slowly hacking the poor man’s body parts away from the feet up. It was a long, slow brutal death that the cartel Boss being butchered was forced to watch thanks to the Rain Flames that kept him alive till the very end.
  • Takeshi has become the best calling card the Vongola Decimo has. Having him sent over literally means the Tenth had been displeased by a person’s actions and is now going to die.
  • Takeshi’s kills were often swift and done before his victims knew what was going on. One moment they were answering his smiles with their own; the next, their heads were off their shoulders. With this, he has gained the name ‘The Smiling Reaper’ among the Mafia.
The Hunger Games: First Training
  • Peeta: Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you'll find in the arena. Say it's actually a giant cake...
  • Seneca: FUCK who told!?!
  • Seneca: I've worked for months on the Super Birthday Cake Arena and the secret is out!!
  • Seneca: Plutarch, fix this
  • Plutarch: (was too busy ordering a pig) huh? I dunno, make it a forest or something
Christmas with Thomas Sangster

Plot: It was your first Christmas with your boyfriend, Thomas, in your new home.

Characters: Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Lilly Ann Lovegood

Word Count: 3,363

“Thomas, its Christmas eve can’t we just stay home?” I moan as Thomas pushes me to get ready. He picked out the dress he begged me to wear, admittedly out my own wardrobe so that wasn’t a complete disaster. He was ready to go and was standing at the door shouting up to me to hurry up. I put in my last earring, just a stud – I’ve always thought dangling ones felt too heavy on my small ears – and hurried downstairs only to be met with a very handsome looking Thomas.

“You clean up nicely,” I teased, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He took a quick bow and linked his arm with mine, romantically hurrying me out the door to the car.

“Not too bad yourself,” he teased back and got into the driver’s side on the car. “It’s a definite change from jogging bottoms and messy buns stuffing your face with pizza,” he laughed and so did I.

“Hey, you ticked the terms and conditions when you asked me to move in with you.”

“Unfortunately I didn’t read them,” I let out a small gasp and slapped Thomas’ arm. He yelped and stroked his arm with the other hand pretending as though it actually hurt.

“Both hands on wheel,” I pointed out and he immediately returned back to his previous position. I giggled and made a whipping noise with my mouth. He turned his head and stuck his tongue out at me. We drove in a comfortable silence for about 10 minutes until what he said clicked. “Wait,” I blurted out, Thomas quickly glanced at me. “You’re telling me that if you read my terms and conditions you wouldn’t have asked me to move in?” the defensive tone in my voice was becoming more evident even though I knew it was a joke.

“Of course not,” he voice softened and took one hand off the steering wheel to connect it with mine, telling that I got offended by his earlier comment. “I was joking, I wouldn’t change you for the world,” I looked at him and his smiled melted my heart even though he was looking at the road instead of me. He stroked my hand with his thumb then held back onto the steering wheel once again. “Anyway, if you didn’t eat like a pig, who would order two 16” pizzas to share between two people?”

“No one,” I answered simply, smiling at him like a dork. He smiled back, showing off his pearly whites. “So, Thomas, where are we actually going?”

“Now that, my dear, is a secret.”


It was only around ten minutes later that we pulled up into some fancy looking restaurant. I’d never heard of it before, despite it being only twenty-five minutes down the road. Thomas grinned at me again and stepped out the car; he then came round to the passenger side and opened the door for me, gesturing for me to step out. I did so, taking his hand in the process, and he led me into the restaurant.

It was a small restaurant with a homely feel, as soon as we stepped in we were met by a young, peppy waitress that led us to two single sofas to sit down and offered us a drink. I ordered a coke, whilst Thomas had lager, only one for the night as he was driving. The waitress came back, handing us our drinks and two menus and a wine list. After thanking her she left us alone. Thomas linked his hand with mine and smiled simply at me.

There were various picture frames dotted around the place; they were taken when the restaurant was first built, according to the pictures it used to be a cafe. There were various Christmas decorations around too; Santa Clause coasters and dancing snowmen were the first things that came to eye.

“Look how big that tree is,” Thomas said, pointing towards the bar area and the Christmas tree that stood before it. We couldn’t see the top as the wall came down blocking our view. Mine and Thomas’ tree wasn’t that good, but it was good enough for the Christmas spirit. The baubles we could see were red, matching the tartan carpet and the tartan apron the waitress was wearing. I remember having the same job when I was her age – she couldn’t have been much older than sixteen.

“How’d you find this place?” I asked Thomas after the waitress had come and taken our order. I ordered a melon for start and Thomas had chicken liver pate, then for mains we both had Turkey, I was looking forward to that, I’m starving!

“We came here when I was a kid, only a couple of times but I remember it being one of the best places I’ve ever eaten at,” I could only hope that times hadn’t changed, because with Thomas promising to cook Christmas dinner tomorrow, this might be the only nice piece of Turkey I get this year. He’d cooked a few times since we’ve moved in but usually I do it, but he insisted so I obliged.

A few moments later the waitress came back telling us our table was ready and offering to carry our drinks, we both refused to give the poor girl a break and carried them ourselves. We walked past another couple that came in after us sat down in a double sofa, then into the bar where the Christmas tree came into full view. The bar lady said hello and offered to take our coats, we both agreed, putting our drinks down onto a small, round glass table on top of a coaster. Thomas helped with my coat, then handed them both over to the lady who hung them up for us. We picked up our drinks and went through into the dining room, already in there was a table of about seven; I really hoped they wouldn’t be noisy.

We sat down opposite each other at a table next to a lit fire; it was nice and warm, cosy even. Thomas reached over the table to grab my hand once again, I didn’t pull away, his touch gave me a nice warm feel and I never wanted him to let go. The waitress came over again, a different one this time but still around the same age, and put down both mine and Thomas’ starter in front of us. I ordered another drink, a lime and lemonade this time, Thomas had the same. She walked off and we began our meal, the waitress later coming back with the drinks. She was about to walk off when she paused and looked back at us.

“You’re Thomas Sangster, right?” Her voice had the edge of a childish tone. There was always one person who recognised the famous Thomas Brodie-Sangster. Thomas put down his fork on his plate and answered simply, “the one and only,” which made me giggle a little. The girl looked as though she was going to scream, though I couldn’t blame her, I do have my own personal celebrity crushes.

“It was nice to meet you,” she managed to maintain her dignity, “and enjoy your meal,” she smiled and waved a little at Thomas before escorting herself out the small dining room. Thomas and I burst into giggles once she had left.

“That was cute,” I spoke, remembering the days I used to be the same. To be honest, if I met my celebrity crush I would not be able to play it as cool as her.

“I love meeting fans, just didn’t expect to meet one here,” he had a point, in a restaurant as small as this one, which by the looks of things only attracts to older people, it wasn’t the first place to expect a fan of Thomas.

We finished our starters and the waitress cleared the table, bringing out the mains no more than five minutes later. Just before they arrived Thomas got up to go to the toilet, and returned just before the mains were brought out. We were in the middle of eating when Thomas stopped and put his fork on the plate. I looked up at him, blue eyes meeting brown and smiled. His face mirrored mine.

“I know we said that we weren’t doing a Christmas eve present, but this one is sort of special,” I rolled my eyes, remembering that Thomas and I said we’d wait until Christmas day to open any presents. He pulled something out of his pocket, though I never got a glance of what it was. “I was going to wait until tomorrow but thought that was a little cheesy. So,” Thomas stood out his seat, moving around the table closer to me. He grabbed my hand, a small velvet box in the other and got down on one knee. I brought my free hand up to my mouth, pure shock. Someone from the other table of seven had noticed Thomas’s gesture, so the whole table silenced in order to watch, almost as if we were some kind of television show. The same happened with the table of two that had just walked in, even the waitress who brought them in stopped to watch. Though I was unaware of the people around me, eyes only focused on Thomas.

Thomas, how beautiful he really was. He brown eyes shone like a thousand stars, glistening against the fire light. His lips were on odd pink colour, the kind you really only see with lipstick on, though it suited him all the same. His hair had been neatly styled, a change from his usual bed head mess, though he can literally run his hand through his dark blond locks and it looks like a stylist had spent hours on it.

“Lilly Ann Lovegood, will you do the honour of taking my hand in marriage?” It was almost as if the whole world had stopped and stared at them. In that moment nothing mattered but us two. It was like the world wouldn’t go on if I didn’t say yes. But of course I’m going to say yes. My heart pounded fast, my breathing sped up and I barely found the word.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, of course I would, Thomas,” I jumped out of my chair to hug him, and he rose from his kneel with me in his arms. I pulled away giving him a sloppy kiss, I heard a slight clapping in the background but ignored it. It was just Thomas and I. Me and Thomas. That was all that mattered now. He slid the diamond ring onto my left ring finger and hugged me again, whispering “I love you,” into my ear and I whispered it back. He pulled away first, wiping my eyes where the tears of happiness had fell, and fixed my make up for me.

“I don’t even know why you wear that stuff, Lil, you don’t need it,” I just smiled even more, and laughed off his compliment. The one thing boys will never understand is why girls where make up, so I tend just to shake it off whenever he brings it up. We both sat back down, eating our dinner, every now and again looking up at each other and smiling like dorks.



Thomas brought down a load of blankets from upstairs, two pillows and piled them on the sofa whilst I made us a hot chocolate. We decided that once we got home, a newly engaged couple would do nothing but watch films until we fall asleep. Once we was all cosy, the fire lit and hot chocolates made and comfy in our make-shift bed we starting debating about a film. Usually Thomas and I have a very similar taste; still it takes us at least an hour for us to pick what we want.

We were searching through the films on Catch Up TV when a film popped into my bed. “Love Actually,” I blurted out, hoping Thomas would agree. Thomas shifted uncomfortably and let out a moan.

“You want to watch 12-year-old me in Love Actually,” I nodded and looked up at him.

“Pleaseeeeee,” I begged. “I love that film and we haven’t watched any Christmas films yet!” I pushed.

“Fine, we’ll watch that,” he moaned and so we did. I cuddled up to him more as he put on the film. We sat on watched it, then when finished put on The Polar Express – my favourite Christmas film. We watched films until we fell asleep just like we promised.


It was Thomas that shook me awake the next morning, buzzing around saying “It’s Christmas!” The little boy in him was coming out once again. I laughed at his enthusiasm; I was going to happily marry that. By the time I had stood up, Thomas was already at the Christmas tree, – a Santa hat perched on top of his messy blond hair - with Christmas songs playing from the TV, picking out presents that were addressed to the both of us.

He organised them into messy piles, those for him, those for me and those for the both of us whilst I made us a cup of tea. We finally settled down and began to present opening, promising to open the ones from each other last.

Four packs of chocolate each, three lots of pyjamas off Mum, a mug from my cousin, a t shirt saying “Worlds okayest Sister” from my brother, Jack, a couple pairs of shoes and a bracelet later, we were ready to open each others. Neatly wrapped in silver and gold wrapping paper were Thomas’ from me, and red wrapping paper with Santa Clause on messily wrapped up were mine from Thomas. We delved into the excitement of each other’s present. I personally had no idea what he was planning and I was sort of hoping the same. I hadn’t brought him much as I don’t have that much money, but he always told me it’s the thought that counts.

I picked up the smallest present first because the small ones are usually the best. Thomas did the same, picking up one so thin it looked like I’d wrapped up paper in a small rectangle shape. We both unwrapped the present. My jaw dropped when I saw the necklace behind the wrapping, it was diamond – matching the engagement ring – in the shape of a kite. I was about to clip in on around my neck, but Thomas put down his present to grab it for me, moving my hair to the side and clipping it on at the back. I turned to face him, giving him a quick peck on the lips then returned back to opening my presents.

Thomas unwrapped his and found two tickets to go see Peter Pan live at the O2 academy in London. It was his favourite story of all time, the original and the Disney version and I could see the delight on his face when he saw what the tickets were for.

“I always said you were like Peter Pan, you don’t age,” which is true, Thomas still looks like he had when he was around sixteen, just a little bit taller.

“I do age, I just don’t look like I do,” he laughed and leaned over pulling me into a hug. “Thank you,” he whispered seductively in my ear before pulling away. “Now, the question is who would want to go see Peter Pan with me?” He teased, or at least I hoped he was teasing, it was also one of my favourite Pantomimes.

“Hmm, I have no idea,” I teased back. “Ooh, I know a great girl you’ll love her. She’s got brown hair, brown eyes around 5”6’, a fun, bubbly personality, a great boyfriend and Peter Pan is her favourite fiction story,” I described, the look of Thomas’ face was slight amusement.

“Sounds great, what’s her name?” He really was playing the game.

“Lilly Ann Lovegood, soon to be Sangster,” I laughed, wriggling my fingers in his face. He laughed too, grabbed my hand and kissed it.

“I’d love to take you.”

“I hope so because I really brought them for me, hoping you’d just tag along,” I joked and Thomas pushed me slightly and burst out laughing. I watched him, taking in him and all his beautiful. I always thought no one ever looked more beautiful than when they were laughing, the gesture itself had a sort of exotic feel to it and it was purely beautiful.

I carried on opening the presents from Thomas, and so did he. I got him little things like an aftershave that he likes and he got me perfume that I like, quite an expensive one too. I opened up a picture frame with a picture of me and him in it, laughing and walking. I remember it being taken; Thomas’ friend took it when we went to a theme park once. Not long after we first started dating, his friend likes to photograph people and said that “you can see the spark between you too even in a photograph,” which was quoted around the frame of the present. I wrapped arms around it and hugged it, treasuring it because it was beautiful and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. It was the sentimental things that I found I loved the most.

“You like it?” Thomas asked, noticing I’d stopped opening presents with only one left, Thomas had one left too. I nodded, a tear threatening to escape my eye – a happy tear of course. “I thought you might. I remember that photograph being taken like it was yesterday, and it was freezing that day I can tell you,” I laughed at Thomas’ talent to take away the sentimental value, but still I loved him all the same. I put the frame down beside me and leaped into Thomas’ arms, it took him by surprise but he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around me. In that moment, I had never felt more safe and happy, and I only had to be in his arms.

I pulled away and without saying anything picked up the last present to open. Thomas did the same. His was a box that had to go under the tree first because it was so big. I could see the confusion on his face; he always tried to guess what it was before he opened them. After a long hard look at the wrapped up box, Thomas gave up and began to unwrap the present. I followed suit with mine.

What I unwrapped amazed me. It was a canvas, nothing too big and blank. I looked at Thomas with amazement. “Now you can put your drawings on a bigger scale,” was all he said and continued to unwrap his. I’ve always wanted to draw on a canvas and maybe get a published piece, but I’ve never had the support to actually go out and do it. Now, Thomas has not only given me a blank canvas but also his silent conformation that he thought I was good enough to put my work onto a canvas. That is what’s so special about this present.

He finally unwrapped his too, exposing a brown cardboard box that was bigger at the bottom and thinner towards the top. “What is it?” Thomas asked.

“Open it,” I said simply and he ran to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors. When he returned he cut open the cellotape, he practically tore open the box. Inside lay a acoustic guitar with a red base, the same one he’d been looking at in the guitar shop window for weeks. I never understand why he did buy it, maybe he had been hinting at me all this time, but regardless to that his face was priceless.

He leaned over to me, kissing me on the lips and then pulling my into a tight hug, the guitar resting between the two of us. We pulled away at the same time, beaming at each other.

“Merry Christmas Lilly,” Thomas spoke, his voice soft and gentle.

“Merry Christmas, Thomas.”


angela “mercy” ziegler is not a saint, an angel, or even a good fucking doctor. everyone makes her out to be this good person, but in reality she has no. morals. she brought back not ONE, but TWO people from the brink of death when they should have been allowed to rest in peace. she forcibly brought back reaper after the HQ explosion and made him a lab rat just so she could see how far she could go. the result? a monster who was half alive, half dead. it wasn’t even a successful experiment. gabriel reyes no doubt felt anguish, sadness and pain in his wraith form, knowing that he could have been laid to rest. mercy did not allow that, and used her own selfish motives in order to bring him back against his will. genji is another story that could be interpreted in a few ways, but i am seriously sick of the fandom making mercy out to be this “savior” instead of what she really is- a morally grey person who uses human guinea pigs in order to fuel her own selfish motives. hippocratic oath my ass.

If Fandoms were Countries
  • Sherlock: Continuously noticing everything about other countries and making diplomats uncomfortable as a result. Some government officials may be made of jam. Or kittens. There has also been a chronic milk shortage for the past decade.
  • Doctor Who: Appears larger on the inside. Also tends to disappear periodically and reappear a couple of centuries earlier.
  • Supernatural: Black Chevy Impalas are the only cars in production. National anthem is 'Carry On My Wayward Son'. Everything considered funnier in Enochian.
  • Avengers: Government spends majority of time playing Galaga. Does not have an army; has a Hulk. Population will ignore stupid-ass decisions made by government.
  • Hannibal: Very polite to visiting diplomats before they eat them.
  • Night Vale: No-one knows exactly what anyone else looks like. Dog parks are forbidden by law. Government spies wear tan jackets. Weather is musical. Cats float. McDaniels is President for Life.
  • LOTR/Hobbit: Elvish is the native language. Tall blondes automatically assumed to be fabulous. Short bearded royals considered even more so.
  • Harry Potter: Population is divided into Houses. All schools are boarding schools renovated from old castles. Spiders, rats and snakes treated with suspicion.
  • Hunger Games: Mahogany is a major export. Soup is made with salty tears. Government has launched a major investigation into who ordered the pig.
  • Twilight: Hated by most other countries.
  • Game of Thrones: Lasted a week before everyone died.

{ Closed with @tiredofhardtack }

There was a time when the unimaginable shame of this had been so far below her, she thought as she scrabbled with short and dirty nails for the few copper maravedíes the laughing soldiers had cast to the ground as they passed her on their way out of the taberna and one of them took her bent posture as an invitation to slap his hand across her posterior. She bit back a grunt, bit back the curse that wanted to tear loose from her tongue, and managed instead a cheerful, “¡muchas gracias Señores!”

But that time had gone; how far she had fallen since that fateful day when the bullet tore through her shoulder, leaving her with her life but exposing her for what she was. The Havana night air hung hot and heavy with humidity as she reached to wipe sweat from her brow before hurrying to wash the ale tankards that the soldiers had left behind. To think that she had once commanded a ship of 600 men…but that she now took orders from a lazy barkeep who slept with pigs. The thought caused a strange prickling in her eyes that she blinked away as she turned to welcome new guests.


The Hunger Games 30 Day Challenge: Day 6

Day 6: A scene that made you laugh. 


the Hunger Games Training Clip.