woman looking at the window

Today I pulled into a grocery store parking lot and an old lady was in the car behind me. I pulled into a handicap spot (the only one open), and when I stepped out of the car the old woman was idling behind me with her window rolled down. She looked at me and said “I needed that more you know. You’re young.”
I literally just looked her in the eyes, said “fuck you” and walked into the store. You can see my cane and my limp. Old people who are ableist to young people bc “you’re too young to be disabled” can go to hell.

OKAY BUT WHY: 67 questions that have popped into my head in the past 24 hours

In stream-of-consciousness order:

1. Skull hell.
2. Why kill Mary if she’s good
3. Why was the hospital dedicated in 2044
4. Why is he writing the blog post about the baby being born in an image file befORE THE BABY WAS BORN
5. What the hell was John’s letter to Sherlock and why do we never hear anything about it again
6. Why was the lady Carmichael mirror so perfect we could predict actual dialogue lines (“You promised!”)
7. Why did TAB “PROVE” Moriarty was dead when it only proved you need a friend to help you make the blood splatter
8. WHO WAS TAKING CARE OF THE BABY WHEN EVERYONE HE KNOWS IS AT THE THERAPIST’S HOUSE
9. How did John get out of the stupid well if his fucking feet were chained to the bottom
10. Why does a gun go off at the end of TLD, but in TFP it’s a tranquilizer
11. Why bring up that romantic entanglement “would complete you as a human being” if you don’t return to it
12. How did Mary jump in front of a bullet, and why is her death scene just like the “Hollywood deaths” that they criticized when Sherlock was shot
13. Why did nobody know who John was in TLD when in THoB everyone knew it was his blog (he fucking writes it in the first person)
14. Why is the blog stopped since S4 starts
15. How does EVERYONE know the story of the Merchant of Samarra when it’s not actually that common
16. How does Mary know to call him a Dragonslayer
17. How did Sherlock know that Ghost!Mary was saying he should wear the hat
18. How did John make the deduction about how Sherlock figured out how he knew which therapist he would choose and when he’d be there
19. How did John have an affair with a woman but he DOESN’T RECOGNIZE HER WHEN SHE’S SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AT THERAPY
20. Why has Mycroft been so clearly linked to Moriarty
21. Why set up that footage of a shooting can be altered
22. Why have Culverton say that line about revealing your secret to your friends when it’s completely irrelevant thereafter
23. How did Lastrade know about Sherlock killing Magnussen anD MARY’S PAST
24. If Mycroft knew who Mary is then why didn’t he ever say anything
25. What happened to the stupid black pearl
          a. What’s the point of DI Hopkins
26. Mirrors
          a. You will John-style never convince me that these mirrors were a lie
27. Making history? What history
28. Promos
          a. Sitting in the “married ones” room with the burnout in the shape of an                anatomical heart
          b. “Sherlock’s in love, but with who”—is this really just to be cruel
29. How does Mary know where to go when he texts “the curtain rises” but texts John the actual address
30. Let’s talk about the mysterious crypt lair that Sherlock has for ONE SCENE and then never returns to
31. How come the Six Thatchers was already a different case they had done on the blog
32. Vatican Cameos
33. Umbrella sword gun
34. James or John
35. Mrs. Turner next door has got married ones
36. What was Sherlock going to say on the tarmac
37. What couldn’t John tell Ella after Sherlock died
38. And why does Sherlock go to see Ella and talk about a recurring dream in a weird ass attic office but it never comes back around
39. Gerridebs is their favorite case but it’s made into the biggest “no homo” joke
40. Why be obsessed with Sherlock’s sex life
41. Why does the AGRA drive look different
42. How do you survive being exploded from a second story flat with no injuries
          a. You. Don’t.
43. How can you possibly redeem Euros after everything she’s done
44. Why did Euros have a random breakdown in the middle of her grand plan—ALSO THE WHOLE PLANE MAKES NO SENSE
45. Why were people not more worried about how she killed Victor
46. “Drowned Redbeard”—an ACTUAL CHILD was missing and the suspect said this and they didn’t think to check all the fucking wells
47. How did his family all agree to pretend that Redbeard was a dog and never mention his sister ever again
48. WHERE IS MORIARTY’S BODY
49. Euros appears to have super mind-control powers?
50. WHAT ABOUT THE FREAKING MEMORY DRUG
51. Why has every episode been focused on how relationships are more important than the stories, but then Video!Mary is all like “relationships don’t matter because YAY detective stories”
52. Why did Euros just leave John after she tranq’d him
53. Whole episode is about how his childhood is what makes Sherlock who he is but ends episode with “but who you are doesn’t really matter”
          a. Great man -> good man? Eh. Doesn’t really matter.
54. The camera error in TST
55. How did they get onto the boat? A helicopter? Why not just take it to the island? How did Sherlock get inside as a member of the team? They only found John and Mycroft
56. How was the chess game promo a spoiler
57. Why was he using twitter in TST but then John was surprised he was on social media in TLD
58. Lamp hell.
59. What was the lie in TLD
60. Why was the episode called the final problem? The final problem was established to be to burn the heart out of him
61. Why is the static in Sherrinford a weird waterfall
62. Why did Sherlock paste John’s face on the Vetruvian Man (okay this wasn’t S4 but also I CANNOT LET THIS GO)
63. Why wasn’t Euros in the family video and why did noBODY EVER BRING HER UP IN SHERLOCK’S LIFE AGAIN— “Euros may have been my daughter but Sherlock seems to want to forget she existed entirely so let’s all pretend we didn’t have a daughter”
64. Why are all the villains textually queer
65. Who is the woman in the photo who was looking out the window holding an elephant
66. Why did Sherlock say that Mary destroyed the AGRA drive, when it was John
67. 26 pages of dialogue.

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During my down and depressive time last night, I took some time to plug in Syndicate and walk about Lambeth and Westminster for some background references and screenshots I could use if I didn’t have the energy to make any. What I found was Westminster to be quite lovely looking—the shops, which I never truly stopped to look at, are all beautiful.

It was nice to actually walk this world at a slower snail’s pace. ♥

It is hard to clip Jacob and Evie out of the shot of these pictures, but still doable in some fashion. :P Minor touch ups just done in PSP8.

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 Kara becoming insanely jealous after she finds out Lena’s extensive dating profile also consists of the women of the Justice League and a few others, except Lena doesn’t know that since it was their alter ego she dated. So Kara goes around scolding the heroes when they come to visit Kara since she is her friend and only because of that but they flirt with Lena anyways who is just like  “This is very flattering but Do I know you Bat Woman” or “Wonder Woman you’re very attractive but I can’t recall us ever meeting ,although I wouldn’t mind a round.” “Black Canary hmm can’t say I remember, although you do look like this woman I dated who shattered my windows *wink*.” And Kara is just on the side biting her tongue, Maggie is keeping track of how many superheroes Lena has slept with and Alex is slightly impressed at Luthor’s charm.

every anti-depressant commercial

there’s a woman. She’s in a house it’s decorated nicely.

She looks out of her window and sees her kids on swings with her husband. She looks down in defeat. The voice over asks if you’ve had feelings of depression.

The woman and her husband are sitting across from a doctor, the doctor is always wearing glasses. They all nod in slow motion. The voice over talks about taking this drug.

The woman is walking her dog. She’s outside and the sun is shining. She’s in an open field or a park with no one else around.

Her kids join her. She buys a soft pretzel. All in slow motion.

It’s late at night. She’s walking with her friends down a busy sidewalk, she’s laughing, in slow motion.


They enter a building. It’s a smooth jazz concert. The woman is dancing, In slow motion.

The voice over reads us symptoms of taking this anti-depressant. But it’s fine since the woman at the smooth jazz concert doesn’t seem to be experiencing signs of a heart attack.


ask your doctor if Zootopia is right for you

Invisible, Prologue

Invisible Summary:  Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone.  When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate.  What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid?  Will Sam believe that you’re real?  Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone?  And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterpost

A/N: Here it is, the prologue to my newest series, Invisible!  This series will be posting a new chapter each Tuesday.  Enjoy!

warnings: scary things for a 7-year-old and a creepy old lady

word count: ~650


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Leaving

A short supercat fic. First one I’ve written in a while. I’m trying to get back into it. Please, excuse any and all mistakes, and possible terribleness. I’m out of practice. (1000~ words). Takes place when Cat says she’s leaving.


“I’m leaving.”

Cat’s words immobilized Kara. Blood thrummed in her ears, drowning out Cat’s next words. Panic snaked its way down her spine, striking quickly and lashing out with an intensity that rivaled a physical blow. What did she mean ‘leaving’?

No, no, no. Kara’s chaotic and unsettled life couldn’t take another upheaval, especially if it meant one of the few stabilizing forces in her life was leaving. Leaving her. Leaving her when she’d just come to terms with not being able to be with Cat. It was impossible, she knew. The nature of their relationship wouldn’t allow for it. However, she had convinced herself that it was enough to just see Cat each day, to work with her.

Regardless of whether Cat returned her affections, it would have been enough. But now? Now, even that was impossible. She was losing Cat twice, and the thought gutted Kara.

“I really can’t imagine being here without you,” Kara confessed. Cat walk closer. Tears glistened in her eyes, or was that just Kara’s imagination?

“Oh, Kara.”

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Modern Au where Shaun Gilmore finds out that he’s got new neighbors in the apartment across from his. At first, He only met the dark haired female who is very nice. Vex’ahila tells him that she’s got a twin but she doesn’t know where he is. 

Later, as Shaun is making himself something to drink, there’s a knock at his window that leads out to the fire escape. The person standing on his fire escape is a fit looking male that looks identical to the woman across the hall. After he opens the window,  Vax just sticks out his hand, introducing himself. 

“ My name is Vax’ildan and I got locked out of the bulding , so could you give me a hand?” 

And That’s how Shaun developed an interest in the strange man across the hall.

Secrets Kill 5

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x OFC Jessica; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Close friendship)

Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Cheating, Lying, Near death, Secrets, Angst, Drama, Heartache. (Don’t say you weren’t warned…)

They say innocent flirting never hurt anyone, clearly they were never in your situation. Being apart of the Avengers was everything you had asked for, and more. Getting close with Steve Rogers was an even bigger plus, that little crush you had on him, became something you couldn’t resist anymore. When you decide to admit your feelings for him, your best friend Jessica announces she’s going to ask him out. You can’t stomp on your best friends happiness for your own selfishness. Could you? But what if Steve doesn’t feel the same for her? Can you convince him to play along? Can you box away your own feelings for Steve to let your best friend find some kind of happiness? How bad could this go, you were a trained spy hiding and lying was a key part in your training.

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The Date Part 2 [Jughead Jones x Reader]

Thank you for the feedback!! I am pretty new to this, as  I said and yeah… anyway, here’s part 2!!! perhaps a part 3? lol jk. not really…

Part 1
Part 3

Summary : You and Jughead have an awkward thing going on between you two ever since the kiss, but with a few wrong decisions you guys come to your senses… or do you?


He didn’t kiss back. And it wasn’t like one of those sappy movies where he’d look you in the eyes and then kiss you, no. He did look you in the eyes after you let go of him, and quickly murmured a ‘sorry’, as he nodded.

Uhm… anyway, you should wear this tonight.” He cleared his throat. “You really think that I am still going after this?” You laughed. “Y/N…” He started, but you interrupted him. “I’m going to stay at home and fuck yo— I mean cry over you!I mean  cry! No, that is not better…” Your cheeks became as red as your dress. Which was maroon. Good job, Y/N. 

Jughead then laughed at your silliness and said then that you should’ve gone to your date, but you just couldn’t. You had called Reggie and told him that your mother is sick and you had to take care of her, and he said that it’s okay, maybe some other time.

“I said that I’d stay at home and fuck him.” You said,looking at the ceiling, then at your phone. “I said that I’d fuck him.” You laughed and looked again at the ceiling, then at the phone. “Screw that.” You threw your phone across the bed and shot up.

Juggie, are we okay?” You said, as the brunette sat on the bed, right after you finished talking with Reggie on the phone. “You have feelings for me?” He suddenly asked you. 

You threw on a green hoodie and a black cap and made your way to Pop’s Chock’lit. You needed a cheeseburger to process the past two weeks. Or maybe three… and a chocolate smoothie.

I…” You were speechless. “Forget it.” He sat up. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” He casually said and you smile and nodded, as he left your room. 

You sat at a booth and saw Veronica’s mother. You greeted her and she asked you casual stuff, avoiding any questions that included Jughead. Did everyone in Riverdale know about you and Juggie? Or… whatever was going on between the two of you. 

She left, already knowing what you wanted to order. She has always been so sweet to you. She was really a good woman. You were looking out the window, waiting for your order, when you saw Reggie sitting in front of you. You gave him a soft smile.

“Hey, Reggie.” He gave you one of his smiles that would make any other girl melt. But he wasn’t Jughead. “How is your mother?” He asked. “She’s feeling better now. I am sorry I bailed on you.” You said, but he shrugged it off. “Don’t worry about it. But, since we are both at a table and the food isn’t here yet, how about we take advantage of this?” He smirked. You thought a bit about it. A speed-date? Yeah, that could work after the whole Jug(Y/N) drama. “Sounds good to me.” You smirked back at him.


Your ‘speed-date’ with Reggie really was good and it was just perfect, ‘up until the moment Jughead entered the diner. He saw you and Reggie all smiley-dovey-holding hands, and he wasn’t such a big fan of that. He came to your table and looked at you.

Even though he tried his bet to avoid you for two weeks until he sorts out his feelings, he just couldn’t hold back anymore.He had to do something.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He smiled at you with a smile that made you melt. That smile. “Oh, hey Juggie.” You smiled at him. “Reggie.” Jughead nodded at him, and he did the same. “Can we please talk?” Jughead asked, grabbing onto his laptop bag. You looked over to Reggie who nodded and you followed Jughead outside. “I was stupid. There have been the worst two weeks of my life, I need you.” You both said. “That was just creepy.”You frowned. “Can we be friends again?” You added. “We never stopped being friends, and we never will, but I was hoping that…” Juggie started, but Reggie exited the diner, interrupting him. “You ready to go, Y/N?” He smiled, putting an arm over your shoulders. “Wha…?” Jughead was confused now. When did that happen. “I’ll talk  to you later, Juggie! Reggie and I have to get to the movies!” You smiled at him and left to the cinema.

This is the right thing to do.

Balance on the Head of a Pin

Chapter One

Summary: When Lauren, assistant to Tony Stark and the golden darling, southern belle of team Avenger, is called home by her overbearing mother, demanding she take back up with the man who walked out on her and broke her heart, Loki, the once dark God of Mischief, goes with her as her pretend beau. But is it all pretend on Loki’s part? Or is there more to the God of Mischief’s involvement than simply helping Lauren out.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC  |  Word Count: 6937

Warnings: Swearing


At just shy of five in the morning, the sun was beginning to colour the horizon in brilliant pinks and oranges. Though it was crisp - fresh really - the air smelled clean from the washing of rain the night before instead of the usual smog and grime. There was nothing like the view of New York from Tony’s Iron Man landing pad. The city stretched out, the lights glowed like stars, and it appeared as if one floated above the world.

It had become Lauren’s preferred place to practice yoga.

It wasn’t the safest location, what with it being a few hundred feet in the air and not really that big around, but it fit her mat. It also gave her such a sense of clarity, of being completely present in the moment; her awareness of the world so heightened she felt like one with the universe. Lauren had found it impossible to resist the temptation.

Besides, Tony knew she used it. F.R.I.D.A.Y was nothing if not efficient, and had informed her boss thusly after Lauren’s first tentative foray into the wild blue yonder.

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what’s that? some miscellanoues fluffy Ghostbusters headcanons? okay, if ya’ll insist*

  • Abby and Holtzmann got into some disgusting food-related habits while they were working in their seedy basement lab together, namely never throwing anything away ever. Every couple of weeks Erin and Patty have to strap on gas masks and excavate the fridge to keep it from becoming a study in the various stages of decomposition.
  • Holtzmann: the friend who will literally pull your pizza crust out of the trash and eat it if you don’t.
  • There’s a part of the lab known as the Patty Corner that contains most of her very impressive NYC history library, which consists of both conventional books and a lot of scans of historical documents, newspaper clippings, and black and white photos. There are two duct tape lines separating this corner from the rest of the lab and if any freaky ghost science or god forbid the slime gets near Patty’s books there will be Trouble.  
  • Every once in a while Erin feels compelled to remind her friends how much she loves them by feeding them, finds a recipe online, and makes them dinner. They love her back, so they all very nicely pretend it’s edible and wait until she’s not looking to drop the leftovers out the window. The woman can’t cook for shit.
    • Abby’s been putting with this literally since high school, bless her soul.
  • Abby will unironically rock a fanny pack over her jumpsuit. Content includes: batteries, tampons, shit that lights up when there’s a ghost nearby, band aids, wet wipes, glasses wipes, pepper spray, duct tape, whatever Holtzmann crammed in when Abby wasn’t looking, probably a single fortune cookie.   
    • Somebody gets pictures of said fanny pack while they’re out busting and the internet goes wild. There are actual talk show segments dedicated to the fanny pack. Patty keeps sending Abby youtube clips about it and Abby can’t wrap her head around how this is even something people care enough to discuss it’s just practical
  • The firehouse gets paid for but cash is still pretty tight, so on ghost-free weekends the girls are usually driving out to the suburbs for garage sales or digging through dumps for spare parts. Even if they don’t find anything else Patty usually goes home with like seventeen books that she haggled down to like a nickel.
    • All hail Patty Tolan, Garage Sale Queen
    • If they find something really heavy they’ll sometimes stop and consider calling Kevin to help them move it. And then they’ll consider what the process of trying to direct Kevin out to their current location would be like and how they’d like to get home before midnight, and they find miraculously find the motivation to lift things themselves.
  • Erin never learned to drive and after what happened when the first time the other girls tried to teach her in the (new) Ecto-1 she is never going to. They don’t talk about it.
  • Holtzmann would probably rather cut off a finger than waste time shaving. Every so often she walks into the lab, announces the jungle is flourishing, and hikes up her pants for the other girls to admire. They’re all duly impressed.
  • You know that post about how Clint Barton would totally ask if he can get an Avengers discount at Starbucks? Abby. Abby all the time, almost anywhere she goes. It almost never works and it’s getting a little embarrassing. 
  • Erin was almost definitely an only child, but Abby really hits me as one of those people who has like 8 siblings and had to learn to be loud and fighty really young to survive with them. What I’m saying is that going over to Abby’s house in high school was an Experience for Erin. 
  • Kevin starts an Official Ghostbusters Twitter and it’s like a month before any of them even notice. It consists almost entirely of Kevin selfies and deeply unflattering candids of the girls that they didn’t realize he was taking. They can’t get verified because nobody thinks it’s real and Erin is pissed.
  • She starts holding hours long Q & A sessions and then gets even more pissed when she realizes there are far too many questions to ever practically answer.
    • “Holtzmann a lot of thes people just really want to know if you’re gay”
    • *Holtzmann cackle*
  • And most importantly THE GIRLS OF NYC LOVING THEIR GHOSTBUSTERS
  • Patty let’s one of her friend’s kid’s Girl Scout groups come visit the lab, and suddenly they’re getting requests from groups all over the state. Boxes of free cookies show up. Crayon drawings of the Ghostbusters get hung up all over the lab. The girls posing for awkward selfies groups of elementary girls dressed up in little jumpsuits. Bless. 

*nobody asked for this at all. i just needed this.

anonymous asked:

this might be a bit of a stretch but solas(dragon age) and shepard(mass effect) + difference for the prompt? em, dont feel forced to do this one since its kinda out there!

OK, I’m determined, I’m going to write something for this. Longer than the original 5-10 sentence task and not really the shippiest of responses, but here we go. I’m gonna write Solas into Mass Effect. *cracks knuckles*


“Do not do this.” His voice trembled despite himself, the Dread Wolf’s confident facade crumbling as he watched the Inquisitor raise the artifact, its arcane light catching in her eyes as they glistened, wet with unshed tears. 

“I’m sorry, vhenan,” she whispered. “You left me no choice.”

He lifted his hand, reaching out for her, his throat tightening as he choked out a final word. “Please-”

And then, there was darkness. 

He had underestimated her. Given other circumstances, he might have been proud. Her solution had been far more elegant than the plan he’d concocted to stop the Evanuris. She didn’t need to change the very nature of the world to imprison him. Instead, she trapped him inside his own mind. A dreamless sleep - his consciousness cut off from the world, from her, from the Fade, from the spirits who had brought him so much comfort and companionship over those long years before he met her. There was only a sinking moment of helplessness, a feeling of being stripped bare and hollowed out, a second of useless struggling and then…. nothing.

An utter void.

He had no concept of how much time had passed before he heard the voice. Thin, high and reedy, bearing the quickened cadence of speech and yet Solas could not recognize the language it spoke. He opened his eyes only to squeeze them shut once more, wincing at the harsh, blinding light that surrounded him. A second voice joined the first - softer, feminine - her words sounding just as foreign but in a completely different manner from the first. Yet the two spoke in turn as if they understood one another as Solas got his bearings, forcing himself to sit upright as his head spun. His body felt weak - how long had he slept? - and it took time for his vision to adjust to the strange, artificial light in the room. It had an odd, bluish quality to it, not like firelight or sunlight and twice as bright as either. It made the walls around him seem even more strikingly void of color, surrounded by nothing but dull silver paneling. The only familiar thing he could see lay about his person - a sarcophagus of sorts, clearly decorated with care, though the once-beautiful stone carvings had worn down over the ages. 

There was only one person who would have gone to such trouble to give him an honored burial. 

He was abruptly drawn from his thoughts as a sharp pain erupted from the side of his throat, an odd mechanical hiss sounding seconds after the foreign object pierced him. Solas drew back quickly, nearly toppling out of his carved encasement as he whirled to face his attacker, summoning energy for a spell on reflex as his feet hit the floor.

The…. thing that had touched him did not seem alarmed, staring at a narrow beam of orange light as it set down the implement it had just used to strike him. The light before it shifted, changing into varying unfamiliar patterns and when it next spoke, Solas was surprised to hear it speak in Common. “Hmm. Energy readings. Unidentified. Source and purpose unknown. Increased activity in frontal lobe accompanied by electrical activity in the hands. Strange. Might be coincidental. Unclear how stasis was achieved. Unfamiliar technology. Body clearly nourished, yet source of fuel undetermined. No signs of decomposition. No muscle deterioration. Yet containment does not appear to generate any sort of protective field. No time dilation or cryotech. Just stone. Odd. Otherwise, humanoid. One heart. Nearly identical circulatory system and organ structure to the people of your planet. Will need to analyze DNA to be certain, but-”

“Slow it down, Mordin,” the female voice said again. Solas sought the source of the sound, relieved to see a more familiar form. Human, yes, but at least she was something he could identify, unlike the tall and slim figure who continued to poke at a strangely-marked panel. She was not dissimilar to Cassandra in her height and physique, clad in a slim-fitting black uniform, her hand resting warily on the device she had strapped to her hip. “Just give me the basics.”

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[Smutfest] Blue Doll - 04 Role Play

@tpthvegebulsmutfest[Read from ch01 here on AO3]

Raditz and Nappa were darting anxious glances his way. Vegeta steadfastly ignored them to read the memo on his scouter display for the third time, just to be clear he understood it correctly.

They were being ordered to stand down.

It appeared that some intricate galactic politics were in play. A dispute between Frieza, his brother, Cooler, and a few other powerful galactic ‘allies’ (that term being used more generously than literally) had come to a head. Until the politics could be resolved (or war was declared), all of the Frieza Force was to halt activities and remain on standby at their current locations.

It was essentially a forced vacation. Most would have been thrilled.

But not Vegeta. Being told what to do never settled well with him even in the best of situations, and this was far from that. Being told he couldn’t travel, couldn’t kill, couldn’t essentially do whatever the fuck pleased him in the name of galactic expansion, was tantamount to being collared. Caged. 

Or so it normally would have. Only, Vegeta was in what one could call a ‘good mood’, which was remarkable considering there was no blood on his hands, just the lingering scent of a blue sex doll’s juices still on his fingers, hidden under his gloves, and the peace that a good night’s sleep brought.

His men were waiting for the fallout, to see if Vegeta would blow something up, or tell them to ignore their orders and fly off to wipe out another unfortunate civilization. 

“Try not to get in my way, or I’ll kill you,” Vegeta told them nonchalantly. He walked away, off to inquire about the nearest training facility. If he was going to be stuck here a while, he would need something to keep himself busy with. That was, until night came around and he could visit the woman in secrecy.

Raditz and Nappa shared a look, floored by his lack of reaction. 

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I’ve never been much of a writer. You could say I’ve always been a bit of a loud mouth. I’ve always said what’s on my mind the second it came to my mind but for some reason, I have trouble expressing to others what has been happening to me lately. And every time I do try to tell someone what’s going on, they discard it as nothing but I know now that this isn’t nothing.
It all started a couple weeks ago. Maybe three weeks or so when I decided to have a night in to myself and wanted a little bit of a thrill so I rented the movie Exorcism of Emily Rose. I’ve never been one to believe in the supernatural or heaven and hell but I’ve always been up for a good scare. The movie was so so but it definitely provided a dark vibe that carried on after the movie had ended. I also noticed that 3 a.m. had a particular role in this film and I knew that since I have now seen this movie that, of course, I would be waking up at 3 a.m. And sure enough, like clockwork, I woke up at 3 a.m. I was more annoyed than anything that I’d woken up in the middle of the night until I realized that my room was pitch black. I’m not talking about the pitch black where you can’t see anything but I’m talking about the pitch black where it’s blacker than pitch black. I don’t know how else to describe it. The only thing visible was the light on my alarm clock telling me what time it was. I reached out to turn on the lamp plugged in on my nightstand when it sounded like something was digging through my garbage can next to the nightstand. The hairs on the back of my neck froze because whatever was digging through my garbage can was digging with pure intensity. Almost like it was looking for something but also as if it were trying to distract me. I laid there for what felt like eternity until I jumped out of bed, over my nightstand and garbage can, and basically punched a hole through the wall trying to turn the light on. I wasn’t about to use a little nightstand lamp to light my room. I needed light everywhere. And the second the light turned on, I whipped around to see my garbage can had been pulled to the center of my room. It hadn’t been tipped over or spilt and all that was inside was a few different pieces of paper. The digging had also stopped the moment the light had been turned on and I couldn’t find an explanation for the digging or the garbage can being in the middle of the room. I have no pets, the ceiling fan wasn’t on, and no rats or pests (as far as I know). I told this story to some friends and they all said it sounded like I was having some kind of sleep paralysis or night terror and I agreed with them. I chalked it up to nothing more than my late night imagination playing tricks on me.
This all changed last night when I woke up unable to move and at what I’m assuming was 3 a.m. again. I’d thought about what my friends had said about sleep paralysis but I could swear I felt someone crawling over the top of me. They were making their way from my toes to my face. It felt like eternity! Every time I tried to scream it felt like the air was being sucked from my lungs. I was helpless. Feeling stupid for being scared of sleep paralysis but also terrified about the fact that it felt real. It felt like it was really happening and all of the sudden, I heard a click and it went away. The second it went away I could move again, sat up in bed, and realized that the click was my clock turning from 3 a.m. to 3:01 a.m. This would have mostly just been some kind of terrifying coincidence if I hadn’t looked forward at my window to see a woman standing in my yard FACING ME. I went cold and rubbed my eyes and just like in your cliche scary movie, she was gone. I didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the night.

Currently it’s 3 a.m. again and I now know it isn’t sleep paralysis or night terrors. This is real and it happened faster than I could have imagined. I know this because she’s standing in front of me. Just standing there, holding my intestines and reflecting the orange light from the fireplace. Her face is black with shadow but I can see the fire reflecting off her pupils. She’s just standing there. She’s letting me write this. I think she wants me to write this but I don’t know how much longer I can go. My pencil feels like a sledge hammer & the rest of me is cold and numb. I hope someone can decipher what I’m trying to say because I can barely read this through my blood. I’ve tried to crawl to the phone but my insides keep getting in the way. I don’t know if there’s much else for me to do. I can only sit her—
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Snowfall

Originally posted by destiny-will-bee

***NOT MY GIF***

T'Challa Udaku X Reader

****Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the dialogue from Captain America: Civil War, those rights belong to Marvel.  ****

A/N: “ How can there be pain with snow?”, she said @khaleesinarylfiel

Words: approx. 1.5K

Prompt: Snow was the one thing that you longed to see.

Warnings: angst, so much angst guys, major character death

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Wakanda

If there was one thing that you longed to see more than the occasional smile on T'Challa’s face, it was the almost comical thing called snow.

Really, no one understood your obsession with the frigid, seemingly hostile precipitation that the Wakandans had never seen due to the constant heat of their country.

T'Challa did. Because for every mention of the cold matter, he only saw the warm genuineness of your smile. He only saw the sudden brightness of your eyes, a welcome change from the constant stark, calculating eyes of his Dora Milaje.

He would often come to you after tedious days of audiences with foreign dignitaries, his muscles stiff and movements uncharacteristically uncertain.

His request would be simple, “Tell me about snow.” And you would. Without question, you would, paying no heed to his relaxed posture as his gaze landed on your smile.

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Perfect Timing

G.D. 

Warning: Nothing but love and feels. 

Summary: Y/N has a scholarship to study abroad in France, and very little time to admit her feelings to the boy who has her love.

I stared hopelessly at the letter, a flurry of emotions pricked at my body. Happy, nervous, anxious, sad, excited.. all of it. I was feeling all of it. But most of all, I felt uneasy. A year. I was going to be gone for a year. Sure, technology would create the thin bridge in hopes to keep me connected to my friends and family, but I couldn’t shake the thought, that seeing them all through a screen would just make it so much worse.

I was avoiding the obvious. I can’t leave him. We’ve been through so much, he’s helped me through so much and to leave when I’m getting so close– okay, now I’m lying to myself. Grayson can have anyone in the world, the amount of fans they have all over the world, and how beautiful they are, I couldn’t possibly amount. Don’t even get me started on their previous girlfriends.

I sighed, gripping the letter in my hands, I stood from my spot at my desk, venturing out of my bedroom. I couldn’t tell if I was excited or nervous. The line between the two is almost nonexistent. Almost.

“Where are you going?”

My mother questions just as I reach the foot of the stairs. I slid on my shoes, swinging my bag over my shoulder in the process. I hold up the letter, and I’m careful to show the excitement because my parents have been waiting for the news too.

“Oh my gosh! Y/N! Did you get in?!”

I nod excitedly, and I can’t stop my mother before she’s screaming for everyone in the house to come into the living room.

“Ma..”

I groan and she’s too excited and screaming at the top of her lungs to hear me. My brother’s congratulate me, and my dad is screaming just like my mother. My sister is on my Grandma’s FaceTime and I’m being bombarded with hugs, kisses, and tears, due to my mother.

“Oh my baby girl! I’m a UCLA mom! I’m a UCLA mom!”

She’s chanting and by now, I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear our household. A smile is inevitable at this time as I bid my family goodbye and make my way to my car. Now, comes the hard part. The drive to LA doesn’t take long, it’s a drive I’m gonna have to be making when I get back from France, because not only am I studying abroad, but I’ll be coming back for college shortly after.

“Okay.. here we go.. Grayson, I’m leaving.. no, that’s too blunt. Uh.. Hey Gray, I’m leaving.. no wait.. Bonjour Grayson! I’m leaving! Ugh..”

Nothing seems right. I looked out the window, finding an old woman coming out of her car, as she stares at me and watches me rehearse the unavoidable. But to her, I look like I’m a crazy person. I can feel my body heating in embarrassment, ducking my head slightly as she goes on her merry way. Once she’s out of sight, I get out of the car and make my way to their apartment.

My palms begin to sweat and I look like an even bigger idiot, and/or stalker, just standing in front of the door. My heart is pounding in my chest and I’m suddenly conscious of everything my body is doing. Like freezing when I should be knocking on the door already. Hesitantly, my knuckles rap against the wood, and I ring the doorbell once for good measures. My mind races a bit, and it’s not long before I hear heavy footsteps and the door swings open. I’m greeted by a large grin and adorable dimples. My eyes scan his face and my mind registers that it is indeed Grayson.

“H-hi.!”

I say quickly. He looks at me weirdly, and Im feeling a bit better about the situation as my plan settles in my head. How about I just don’t tell him at all?

“What’s up?”

Grayson opens the door a bit wider, letting me come inside, and I find myself looking around the familiar apartment. I can feel his eyes on me and I’m feeling a bit apprehensive. Act normal. Everything will be fine. I remind myself.

“Oh hey Y/N.”

I turned to the kitchen, where Ethan was promptly doing.. something. I don’t know what. I smile slightly, making my way to their living room, placing my bag on the counter and sitting beside Grayson who’s beat me to the couch. He puts on a movie, and I’m sitting down, being attacked by my own thoughts. Should I tell him? Should I not tell him? If I do, will he be mad? Or am I just overreacting? Maybe he doesn’t care that much and will ship me off right now? Or maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same way that I do.

“Woah! Y/N! You got into UCLA?!”

I’m suddenly snapped from my thoughts, as Grayson and I both looked at Ethan who has my acceptance letter in his hands. I should not have left that on the outside pocket.

“That’s sick! Congrats!”

Grayson laughs, standing from his spot as do I and he pulls me into his arms for a hug. I relish in it, because it’s one of the last ones I’ll be getting for a year. Grayson pulls away first, looking at me. They both do and I feel bitchy for ruining a good moment.

“What’s wrong?”

Grayson asks first.

“Uh.. I also got into their Foreign exchange program. I’m going to France for a year!”

As excited as I try to sound, Ethan is he only one congratulating me, as we share a hug, and Grayson is just staring. Ethan must’ve sensed some type of tension, because he promptly left the room, taking whatever he was making with him.

“A year..”

He repeats lowly and I smile slightly. A grin takes over the scowl on his lips, as he turns to me.

“Don’t go, what’s a year in France compared to Four years at UCLA, which isn’t far from us. Think about all the great things you’ll be missing in LA.”

“Grayson.. it’s just a year.”

“A year is too long. Cmon. Let’s see all the stuff you’ll be missing.”

Grayson grabbed my hand, tugging me out the door as he yells to Ethan he’s taking his car. Before Ethan can tell back, we’re nearly sprinting to the parking garage and going to the car. I stay quiet because I don’t want to question anything. Grayson looks happy, he’s making me happy, and any doubt I have for our current relationship, despite its status, flies out the door.


Maybe it was about an hour, before we arrived to the secluded trail area that’s surrounded by nothing but nature. We had “found” this, one late night, where we learned our deepest, darkest secrets about each other. It was the night I fell in love with the real Grayson Dolan.

“You don’t have his in France.”

“No, but they have the Eiffel Tower.”

“Oh, you wanna talk monuments? Okay. Let’s go!”

Grayson grins, pulling me back to the car. For the car ride back, he doesn’t let go of my hand, and it’s silent, but comfortable. I’m never not comfortable with Grayson and that’s the beauty of him, he has a positive effect on people. It doesn’t take long before he’s parked and I’m looking out the window to the cove of he beach we went to one night and.. we went skinny dipping. It was the night I learned to be comfortable with my true self, with the most abstract and opposite way possible. Nothing happened, even though I would have loved for something to, and Grayson when he’s naked.. is a work of art to say the least.

“France doesn’t have our beach.”

“No, but they do have crepes.”

Grayson glared at me, running and nearly tackling me into the sand. We fall over each other and he’s on top of me, I wrap my arms around him, looking him in his eyes for the first time today, and I can tell he’s sad, just as sad as I am.

“It’s like you want to leave me.”

“I never want to leave you.”

I whispered truthfully. Grayson sighs, getting up and pulling me with him.

“This is just perfect Timing.”

And there isn’t anything about his statement that isn’t sarcastic. I nod in slight agreement as we both look out at the ocean. The beach is our favorite place, he gets sunburns, I get tan, he goes surfing, I play in the sand. And then, when the sun is setting, just like it is right now, we lean against one another and watch it together.

“They don’t have Porky’s in France.”

I grin, looking at him as he stands up, brushing the sand from his pants and we both venture toward he car after he’s helped me up. Now, he’s taking me back to how we met. Porky’s.


My mind wanders to that fateful day. I had been waiting to get a seat by myself, and he and Ethan had been there. I love barbecue, and they saw me, as I was reading a book in a busy, loud, restaurant.

“How can you even concentrate?”

Grayson questions, as he’s passing my table with the hostess waiting to take them to heirs.

“Uh.. I don’t know. Words on a page just take me away.”

“Oh really? How about some company to take away these two seats.”

It was a horrible and cheesy line and Ethan blew into a fit of laughter beside him. I couldn’t not have dinner with them after that.

“You must really like meat.”

Ethan’s innuendo behind his statement made Grayson elbow him and I shrugged. I really do and I think it was my lack of embarrassment over that fact that really pulled us together.


I could smell the smoke of barbecue and amazing chars already as we pull up to the restaurant. I’m eager to get inside, and as always it’s packed but Grayson, being the slightly responsible boy he is, checks our reservation.

“You’re the best.”

I’m grinning from ear to ear as the waitress hands us our menus after being seated in a small booth. Grayson is staring at me, and I can’t place the look in his eyes, but it makes my heart do flips.

“What?”

“France will have something I don’t if you leave.”

“What?”

“You.”

I smile slightly, bowing my head a bit, Grayson gently turns my head, and it’s genuine. Despite the amazing smoky smell, I only look at him, and he’s looking at me the same way.

“Don’t go.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to.”

“Stay.”

“Give me a good reason and I’ll think about it.”

“I love you.”

“Oh damn. That’s pretty good.”

Grayson grins at my response and I play as if I’m thinking. I think somewhere along the way, I’ve made up my decision, because how the hell can I leave him? After all we do for each other and still continue to do. I wouldn’t survive a minute in France without Ethan and Grayson.

“Grayson Dolan, you are.. crazy.”

He laughs because we both know it’s true and I find myself leaning in. There isn’t anything more romantic than kissing as steaks are being served to you. You might disagree, but hell, it’s one of the best damn things that’s ever happened to me, and I can tell you that while you may see my staying as a mistake, it was anything but.


A happy imagine!

~Kai xx