#anti calmie

[spywhitney]

Mean Hobie X Journalist Fem!Reader - Bully Romance in AU Oneshot/ Headcannon

Tags: Smut, non-con, dub-con, alternate universe and bully romance. You have been warned.

Okay, so hear me out...

🕸️Hobie is Spiderman, and he still hates authority and all that, but not only is he a complete dick, he's corrupt as shit. I'm talking heists, drug deals and murder (or whatever you fancy).

🕸️Back when you were studying journalism, you had a run in with a creep late at night, and Hobie saved you.

🕸️Only, it turns out he was a more dangerous than the one he beat up until he was practically a puddle. Calling you a "pretty young ting", pushing you against the wall and kissing you along your neck.

🕸️You struggle, but he's too strong and he tongue kisses you to shut you up, any cries for help dying on his eager tongue.

🕸️He lets you go, but to say he was your new motivation for becoming a journalist was an understatement.

🕸️Years later, you're a journalist and your anti-Spiderman rhetoric has become popular, but since he never bothered you again, you begin wondering if you imagined the whole thing.

🕸️Despite everything, you couldn't forget how that deep voice vibrated against your ear, how the sight of his lip ring had you pressing your thighs together- much to your shame

🕸️One day, a new journalist joined. He was instantly liked by everyone.

🕸️He didn't seem to pay you no mind, until your lunch went missing and you saw him throw an identical container to yours away, a smirk fighting his way to his dark features.

🕸️Stolen lunches turned to whispered insults, to "accidental" shoves which turned to full-on unwarranted (and very sexually charged) touching. Everyone thought you were crazy when you tried to bring these things up, so you quit.

🕸️You joined a bigger, better company. You had a keyring alarm, having learnt from last time, for when you walked the last few minutes home. Then, a figure snatched you into an alleyway.

🕸️You fumbled for your keys, but the figure caged you, snatched the alarm off and threw it against the wall. The little device crumpled like paper. It was Spiderman.

🕸️"Miss me, luv?" Sharp canines prick your skin and a cry falls from your lips. You swat his hand that tries to invade the space between your thighs, a sinister chuckle filling your ears.

🕸️He holds your wrists so tight you're scared he'll break them, but he binds them together with his webs and shoots another to attach the first to somewhere above you, leaving you unable to run away.

🕸️You open your mouth, but it only falls open completely when he pulls off his mask- it's your ex-collegue from work. The one that bullied you.

🕸️Pleas tumble from your lips and Hobie watches you with a cigarette in hand as you clammer for any sense of humanity in him, but once you have no more to say, he calmy takes out the cigarette under his boot and wanders in front of you.

🕸️"What do I 'ave here? A slut caught in m'web." Futility claws at your throat as he hooks your legs to his sides, pushing his hot tongue into your waiting mouth.

🕸️You silently curse yourself for being too stunned at the familiarity to fight more, but as Hobie began shifting his crotch into you, something twists within you and you feverishly return his kiss.

🕸️Wetness flooded your panties as the kiss became sensually frantic, the whole ordeal transforming to animal lust as you swapped saliva, and relented to his every hungry touch.

🕸️A hard twitch of his clothed dick and a growl echoing in your throat shot you over the edge. Hobie pulled away, his lip ring and other piercings shinning in the dim moonlight as he grinned devilishly as you came, your hips rolling in languid movements, your pleasure leaking from you.

🕸️A snap bounces off the walls as your whines became less frequent, the concrete acting as your sole cushioning.

🕸️His shadow obscured your vision as you laid face first on the dirty London floor, but you were too shrung out to care. A harsh groan came from behind you and then you felt something warm splatter on the skin of your thighs, an instinctually whimper illiciting a hum from Hobie, you didn't need to look to know what that was.

🕸️Suddenly, your skirt was pulled up to expose your arse. You felt Hobie's wicks fleetingly brush over your skin, then his full lips teasingly kiss your cunt, the cold night making you shiver as you eagerly thrust for more contact. But he already began pulling your panties down your legs.

🕸️Then, you heard several clicks that seemed to be the only noise around. Weakly, you turned your head to see Hobie taking photos of you- tied at your wrists, pussy exposed with a fucked out expression on your face.

🕸️"I'll admit, ya cunt is even more entertaining to fuck than your career, but ya know. Wouldn' want anyone to see these pics would ya?" Your reaction must've been too minute in the dark as he bent down and yanked you by your hair to force you to stare back at him.

🕸️"Ya do have a way with words, but ya gonna do a few tings for me from now on. I won't post these filthy pics for everyone to see if ya do what I say... And let me do what I want with ya."

🕸️From that angle you got a pristine view of a wet patch on his jeans and uncontrollably you released a mewl from your throat. Hobie chuckled at your response before dropping you harshly and stuffing your panties in his pocket.

🕸️He walked away, calling out to you as it slowly dawned on you how screwed you were:

🕸️"Get home safe, slut. I'll be seeing ya tomorrow."

[psypris]

Social Anxiety is Measurable

I felt the urge to share a personal anecdote that might be beneficial to anyone who has suffered from social anxiety but not had support. It’s easy for others who do not experience discomfort to invalidate others’ truth, even if it is not intentional.  So, a little background about me: I have had clinical depression for over 20 years (starting in high school) and after many years of battling, finally found a perfect combination of anti-depressant and anti-anxiety medication. However, I STILL suffer from anxiety, specifically social anxiety, and nothing has really soothed that discomfort. Instead, I practice mindfulness and walk myself through the experience I push myself to have, while practicing self-care and self-love by avoiding certain situations that I don’t feel confident I’ll be able to overcome.  Due to the above, and genetics, I have hypertension (high blood pressure) and while it had been manageable before, about 6 months ago, I was put on medication for this, since I was experiencing some rather unsettling symptoms (you ever see your heartbeat in your eyesight? Feel it in your teeth? Not fun!) Now that you know the relevant information, here’s the story: I had my 6th-month check-in with my physician to make sure my medications aren’t negatively affecting me and that everything is still going well. During the initial intake portion of the appointment, where the nurse assistant/technician weighs you and asks you simple questions, they took my blood pressure.  I had two nurses with me; I’m not sure if one was being trained or if they were just partnered-up to streamline the process (it went super smoothly!). Regardless, as the one was setting up the arm strap, I casually mentioned “oh yeah, my BP is a little high”.  So, I’m continuing talking to the other nurse and the first one gets a little stifff and goes over to her and says, “It’s 180/90″ (something like that - I know I heard “one-eighty” and “over ninety” but they might not have been even like that).  If you don’t know - which I didn’t know myself - This puts me in a Hypertensive Crisis. In other words, I could have a heart attack at any moment and all online research says to “seek medical treatment right away”.  So, the second nurse has a very subtle reaction and notably talks a bit more soothingly to me. I comment off-handedly “I suffer from social anxiety, so my BP is always a little high when I am tested at a doctor’s office.” They both respond something like “Oh, okay then,” which in hindsight was them trying to keep me calm and not stress out more. Once she’s done with the questions, she says, “you know, let me go ahead and just take another reading - the doctor might want to run an EKG” I’m ok “oh damn!” but she said, she wasn’t sure, they just want to confirm that everything is okay. This is especially important because my mother suffered from “The widow maker” heart attack a few years ago - and survived! - but clearly, heart issues run in the family. Luckily, by the second time, my BP went down to something like 160/?? they didn’t say it to ME, it was more to themselves. So, it had come down but it was still high. (Normal is 120/80 or lower, for reference).  I can hear them whisper by the door to the doctor about their findings - the nurse was very detailed and expressed that I shared I have social anxiety (and I’m self-pay, so an EKG might get a little expensive for me).  The doctor comes in and can I just say, she’s amazing! She’s technically a Nurse Practitioner, so I'm just using “doctor” colloquially in this story.   ANYWAY, she calmy says she wants to take it one more time with another cuff - I had taken a seat on the normal guest chairs (I had been on the exam table) and she was like “no, no! We don’t want to move you. You just stay right there and get comfortable.” I do some deep breathing, she returns with the reader and bam - perfect! I can’t recall the exact numbers, but I was back in the “it’s okay/normal” range.  No EKG needed! She explained that a lot of people come in and the same thing happens and yep - it’s the social anxiety! So, the next time anyone gives you grief, feel free to use my story as proof (my name is Cari & you can call me your friend!) that anxiety is REAL and causes SERIOUS CHANGES to the body! I was in “Heart-attack mode” JUST from visiting the doctor! Think about all the times I just go food shopping, have to speak up for myself somewhere like the bank, make an important phone call.... it puts stress on the body. No wonder I’m always exhausted!

[alpalblue]

Idiot Hours Part: IX

As I melted into my bed the soft sensations of the fabric and soft semi-liquid gave me comfort gave the sense of relief I needed, that everything was going to be okay. That it was okay to just melt into this bed until the cerebral cortex part of my brain goes back to normal. It felt like I was melting like butter or a snowman in big bear on a nice day in April.

Home-free were the thoughts running through my mind until I see a bunch of texts on WhatsApp from my girlfriend. Now two bad things just happened without me realizing it at the time. 1. opening WhatsApp shows when you were last online, oops 2. I was supposed to call my girlfriend an hour ago before I got high because my girlfriend is very anti-drug. So now the calls for my girlfriend intensify, there's no way of ignoring her without getting dumped.

So I try my best to put up a sober front. Immediately when I answer all I hear is just incomprehensible words of "where the fuc-my parents-why are you ignOrInG MEE?!". *sigh I calmy try to respond, but apparently, I wasn't speaking English because the next thing I hear is "CALM ME BACK WHEN YOU CAN ACTUALLY FORM SENTENCES!" *boop.

The loud 2 beep sounds from my girlfriend hanging up made me want to take her advice and reflect, so I did. (This is the part when things get slightly serious). I reflected. I reflected on the relationship and what the old man on the train had to say about it. To be quite frank, the relationship was not all that it cracked up to be, there were a lot of toxic things that were being ignored. This included manipulation, isolation, and controlling tendencies. I guess I thought these were all traits that were actually signs of love from her, but when talking to the old man on the train he really took the rose-colored glasses off of me.

On the train when telling him about the relationship I just remember saying along the lines of this: "you know for such as progressive/tolerant generation your girlfriend doesn't seem it. Hell, think about Jesus and how tolerant he was. He hung out with prostitutes, thieves, and beggars and loved even though they were strangers all while your girlfriend... umm".

After that long reflection... of 10 minutes I call back Sabrina all fired up. I tell her that despite loving her unconditionally, her intolerance to my honest mistakes and process of growing as a person is something I can't deal with; that the relationship was over. Then I hung up, grabbed a bowl of coco puffs like a champ, and went to bed peacefully.

All of this is true btw, I shit you not... but what I said above about how I dumped my girlfriend? The next morning I get a text telling me what I actually said on the phone which was along the lines of "you don't love me like Jesus loves me, and I love you how Jesus loves me (I'm literally an atheist) so it's over!" then she proceeded to write some other not so nice words for me. You know what though, I don't regret dumping my girlfriend like that due to all the underlining problems that were ignored before and my friends even telling me that it was an unhealthy relationship. So... I guess the moral of the story here is that sometimes taking drugs from an old stranger on a train either helps your shitty relationship problems or ends them. The end.

PS: I do not condone taking drugs from strangers especially if you're a minor. DON'T DO that. Okay for real the end.

[heresiae]

mi sento chiamata in causa xD

ecco cosa succederà appena entrerete nel raggio d'azione dell'assistenza sanitaria dopo essere stati morsi da una vipera:

immediata vincita di una vacanza di due giorni presso la struttura sanitaria meglio indicata a gestire il vostro caso. non vi preoccupate, i letti sono ottimi

spaesamento del personale perché verrete tenuti nei reparti di urgenza, dove i pazienti generalmente deambulano poco o per niente (a volte manco sono coscienti) e voi invece avrete normali bisogni fisiologici umani, come mangiare (questo nel caso vi tengano nel reparto dove vanno tutti i post operazione, come a me. dovevo ricordargli che avevo anche bisogno di andare in bagno)

tanta eparina. una volta usciti di lì vi daranno pure la ricetta per farvi le punture da soli una volta al giorno (sulla pancia). non sono simpatiche, ma vi toccano.

valanghe di amici e familiari in totale panico, ma state calmi, è solo un morso di vipera. l'unica cosa che ho avuto io è un braccio gonfio (morsa sul dito) e una storia per rompere il ghiaccio da qui fino alla morte (non sono stata morsa accidentalmente, me la sono andata a cercare xD)

opzionali se vi siete fatti mordere in contesti che non sono quelli a cui associamo normalmente la presenza delle vipere:

incredulità (al punto che, con me, ci è voluto un dialogo di mezz'ora tra l'ospedale e il CAV - Centro Anti Veleni - per stabilire se ero effettivamente stata morsa da una vipera, perché i segni dei morsi non erano sufficienti. ma siccome me l'ero andata a cercare, io avevo pure delle foto. era in Torino)

processione di metà del personale sanitario del resto dell'ospedale per sapere come avete fatto a farvi mordere da una vipera

arrivo delle forze dell'ordine per sapere come cazzo avete fatto a farvi mordere da una vipera, in che luogo e che cosa ne avete fatto (se l'avete fatto apposta, badate di dare un motivo socialmente accettabile, eroico quasi xD)

l'interezza della vostra bolla sociale che vi dirà a seconda del caso "cazzo che sfiga" o "però potevi farti anche i cazzi tuoi"

in ogni caso, quando andrete in ospedale: armatevi di carica batterie, cavi di alimentazione molto lunghi e, la seconda cosa che dovrete chiedere dopo "quando si mangia" è "per favore posso avere una presa per il mio carica batterie?"

fidatevi. gli ospedali non hanno prese normali e a quanto pare i reparti si fottono a vicenda le prese da dare ai pazienti. non ce ne sono per tutti.

also, per tutti gli autistici là fuori: la vipera ha una testa romboidale la cui forma la separa molto bene dalla coda. un biacco invece ha la punta del muso tondeggiante e non si distingue dove finisce la testa e dove inizia la coda. il biacco ha anche un'estetica meno aggressiva di una vipera, ma qui vi conviene farvi dei confronti tra l'uno e l'altro su google. una vipera può sembrare un piccolo biacco se, come me, testa triangolare con una coda significa un puntatore del mouse molto lungo. i biacchi mossono essere molto più grossi delle vipere.

per anni ho ripetuto la descrizione che ha fatto Kon della vipera nella mia testa (che è quella standard) ma sono riuscita comunque a non riconoscerne una a un metro di distanza. poi vidi la luce appena un cappellano toscano usò la parola "romboidale".

tra l'altro, mi sa che la mia idea di "tozzo" non coincide con quella del resto dei neurotipici. tutto avrei detto del mio aspide tranne che avesse la coda tozza.

LLAP

Dottore cosa bisogna fare se si viene morsi da una vipera? Ce lo spiega per bene come fa sempre lei? Grazie in anticipo

COSA BISOGNA FARE SE SI VIENE MORSI DA UNA VIPERA

Cacciare tre madonne assassine in rapida successione.

Guardare se il serpente che si è giustamente difeso ha il muso tondo e la coda appuntita (serpente innocuo) oppure il muso triangolare e la coda tozza (vipera).

Osservare il morso e tenere a memoria se sono presenti quattro file di fori (serpente innocuo) o solo due con bucature più grosse all'apice (fori di denti veleniferi).

Comunque andare lo stesso ma sempre con calma in pronto soccorso (per farsi ridere dietro dal personale sanitario perché piangenti e in panico in modo immotivato) e se veramente avviperati, farsi iniettare del banale cortisone per evitare che la parte morsa si gonfi troppo. Ah, già... anche l'antitetanica, perché è più facile morire per quello che per un morso di vipera (la LD50 del veleno è alta - 1 mg/kg di peso - ma ne inietta solo tra i 10 e i 20 mg, quindi pericolosa solo per bambini piccoli e cani)

NON INCIDERE IL MORSO perché la diffusione è per via linfatica e rischiereste di farlo penetrare nel flusso sanguigno. Basta comprimere SENZA posizionare lacci emostatici.

In Italia vengono morse una media di 300 persone all'anno e la mortalità è dello 0,1% (sempre per patologie concomitanti). È più facile morire per shock anafilattico da siero antiofidico, quindi non urlate per averlo (tanto non lo tengono più).

Al massimo vi succede questo:

Per concludere, che vi abbiano morso o meno, non uccidete i serpenti... siete voi che siete entrati a casa loro facendo casino e loro ve lo hanno fatto notare nell'unico modo che conoscono.

Grazie.

[azurecanary]

I've gotten to the point on Good Trouble where Callie leaves for DC, and I like to think that she runs into Aaron there and they eventually rekindle their relationship. I'd personally prefer her to run into Ximena, but it makes more sense for Aaron to be in DC as a lawyer rather than Ximena as an artist. Either way, I will NOT accept Callie ending up with a Republican.

[razorblade180]

Carmine:*calmy walks in*

Ruby:….

Carmine:…Hey. Just coming home from a desert run.

Ruby:Are you poisoned again?

Carmine:No. *kneels * just winded. *lays down* why are there so many Deathstalkers?

Ruby:I’ll get the anti venom.

Carmine: I’m only 25% poisoned.

Ruby:What does that mean?

Carmine:It means I won and they didn’t live to regret it.

Ruby:At this rate you’re gonna be immune before you learn to dodge the stingers.

Carmine:*wide eyed* Ay-

Ruby:No, that’s a joke. Learn to dodge the giant stinger!

Carmine:It’s the baby ones. This is why kids are a hassle.

Ruby:…

Carmine:What?

Ruby:Nothing, daughter of mine. Absolutely nothing. Geez, was I this troublesome?

Qrow:Yes.

Ruby:You don’t get to say that. I carried your poisoned body across a nation before.

Carmine:Pfft, at least I walked here.

Qrow:Hey!

[mariaiscrafting]

i actually think dream is a lot better at responding to criticism now than he was before :D

he talked a lot about cancel culture vs being held accountable on trainwreck's most recent podcast and i think that shows a lot of growth from him. he said that you should know the difference between getting canceled and just being held accountable for things you've done that have hurt people. and that too many ccs react too harshly because they think they're being canceled when they aren't actually. he said that if you respond calmy and apologize everyone will be able to move past it and they'll forgive you if you're genuine with your words.

another example is john swan, where he was getting slandered by the entire commentary community, but he still tried to help john swan get out of the drama. it later turned out that he had the evidence for an entire week and he just didn't say anything about it. he was super patient throughout the entire thing, especially considering almost everyone was against him and dream even tried to help the guy trying to ruin his reputation even though he knew john swan was 100% guilty.

last example is the n-word drama where people tried to accuse him of saying the n-word with really flimsy evidence. it obviously wasn't him at all, and i think he responded really well to that too. he didn't specifically name the person who tried to smear his name or anything, just cleared the accusations and moved on.

i think it's ok if people hold things dream has done in the past against him, but i also think it's important to realize that he's grown a lot as a person. he got successful really quickly and didn't have time to mess up as a small cc before people were scrutinizing every little thing he did, so i think that's why his initial responses were so bad in the beginning. he's had time to adjust now and i think he knows what he's doing now for the most part. ofc his adhd and rsd probably made it a lot harder for him too.

sorry this ended up being a really long ask, tdlr: dream is one of the few ccs that says they'll change their behavior and then actually follows through on it :D

Part 2:  adding on to my humongous ask (sorry for that D:) i think it is important to criticize your ccs, and dream himself agrees with it too !! he likes to visit a subreddit made specifically to criticize him, so i think it's unfair to say dream doesn't know how to respond to criticism when he actively seeks it out for himself. he was kind of a piece of garbage during summer and then when he cheated too, but i think he's shown a lot of growth since then and i think that's really neat of him :D especially considering the kind of things people say about him and how they will make up awful stuff about him just to fuel their hatred (it can get really bad :/)

~~~

Yeah, I completely agree, I also think Dream has gotten significantly better at handling criticism. I should��ve clarified that in the last ask, when I said that some of the things that are affecting his career is his “inability to handle criticism,” I meant more that antis perceive him to have an inability to handle criticism, and that seeps into his public perception as a whole and, assuredly, his career. Personally, I think he’s getting much better at it, though there are things left to be desired, like not responding to antis that are kinda, half-trolling, and handling the merch situation with more grace/understanding and less defensiveness lol. But yeah, I agree with your entire ask, he has gotten much better at it, which is also likely a natural result of getting accustomed to the job of being a content creator. 

[greyfongschemmenti]

Under Pressure 5|15

FryeArcana

Chapter 5

Jealousy

Notes:

So I never explained but when the text is in italics is your inner thoughts.

“Shit” you groan as you slowly open your eyes but squint seeing the shining lights “fuck what time is it?” you look over at the clock and see it’s 7:30. “fuck” your rub your face and try to work off your hangover. You have 30 minutes to make it to the station, you’re not going to let last night stop you from working or even late. You push yourself off and stumble to the shower and quickly shower and brush your teeth at the same time. You brush your hand through your hair as you get changed into your Lieutenant uniform instead of the metal armor. You look at yourself in the mirror, eh it’s alright, your hair is a mess, but you can brush it off as a new hairstyle. You grab your keys from the bowl by the door leading to the garage and you metal bend the garage open and mount on your bike and put your helmet on. You start it up then drive off before metal bending the garage door closed. You sped off to the station, weaving past cars and carriages and make yourself to your usual spot.

           You head inside the lobby and look up at the clock and see 8:10. What’s 10 minutes

You go into the elevator and go up to your office and look through your paperwork as you put your helmet in the bottom drawer of your desk, before getting a knock at your door, “yes?” you don’t look up. “Lieutenant y/n, I was about send an APB on you.” You smirk and let out a laugh as you look up “I’m sure that would’ve made an eventful morning. How can I help you, officer Zhang” you stand up and walk over to give him a handshake and greet him in as he laughs at your comment. “yeah, it would’ve been, but I’m just here to drop off recent anonymous tips on the triads.” He hands you a folder that you gladly accept. “thanks, Zhang, but why didn’t you just drop it off like usual?” you give him a soft smile but couldn’t help to give him a confused look while you open the folder and looks at the papers. Zhang cleared his throat “I also was going to ask if you had any idea on the Chief.” Your ears perked up but don’t look up, “the Chief, what do you mean?” you calmy ask. “Well, She hasn’t appeared in the office. Assistant Chief Saikhan doesn’t know. I know you and she are sort of friends” he asked slowly.  You slowly nod “I see. Well no, unfortunately I have not. She could be out on patrol. You know she likes to go on her own. A meeting with new president Raiko.” You put a finger on your chin as you think of another possibility. “or maybe she took a personal day, Raava knows that woman never takes a day off.” Both of you laugh as he agrees. “well that’s true” he shakes his head as he brushes his mustache with his fingers. “but I’ll use my detective skills and find out, make sure she’s ok.” Both of you stand up as you walk him out your office before giving him a pat on the back as your eyes glance over to Lin’s office, the door closed.

Is she not showing up? Should you check up on her. No, you’re not her girlfriend. Like she said, stop trying. You turn around and go back into your office, closing the door behind you and go over the new information you’ve just received.

           After a couple of hours you’ve been working on your large writing board putting down all the information you have of the five bending triads. You have a folder on each of them, slowly building up a case on each.

Agni Kai Triad—an all-firebender triad

Red Monsoon Triad—an all-waterbender triad

Terra Triad—an all-earthbender triad

Creeping Crystal Triad—a triad with many earthbending members

Triple Threat Triad—a mixed bender triad, consisting of earth-, fire, and waterbenders

Most of all the triads are involved in making money by organized crime except for the Red Monsoon Triad who are known to participate in extortion. The last you’ve dealt with the Red Monsoon; they were the ones you and Mako chased and took down two of their members. You’ve been trying to locate one of the warehouses or locations of where these triads would stash their supplies and weapons. You’ve always hated the Agni Kai Triad after you heard what they did to Asami’s mother and though she never told you to you swore to take them down. The other being the Triple Threats Triad, they’re one of the powerful triads and one of the few mixed benders. “Where can I find you pieces of shit” you mutter as you pace in your office looking down at the pieces of papers scattered on the floor in different piles. There is a knock on your door “come in” you call out not looking at who walked in “hey there Lieutenant” they look at the mess in your office, “woah, some mess you have here” that voice belonging to none other than Gang. You gruff “it’s called work, you should try it sometime” you snap at him but don’t give him your attention as you put a pin on a large map on your wall “you here to question my work ethic or you got something worth my time, Lieutenant” you glare over at his direction. Gang is stood in shock unsure of what to say and you pinch the bridge of your nose, “sometime today, Gang!” you bark out. Gang stood up straight “uh, just to let you know, Chief’s in and she’s requesting a meeting with you concerning the triads” Your pupils dilate a bit hearing that Lin came into the office, but you collect your cool. You sigh running your hand through your hair before rubbing the back of your neck “fine, thanks for telling me”. Gang walks out and heads back to his desk as you head out your office locking the door behind you as you make your way down to the Chief’s office.

*

You mentally prepare yourself to see Lin, after last night you’re not sure how to react but you have to be strong to keep your cool. You knock on the door and hear the familiar voice call you in and you step inside closing the door behind you, putting your arms behind your back standing in attention, “Chief”. “Lieutenant y/n, I’m sure Gang has told you the reason for this meeting.” She looks down at her papers wearing her glasses. “of course, Chief” you respond and don’t bother to start a friendly conversation and keep your professionalism “so with the new information we’ve received on the triads, we’re getting closer to finding a location for the Triple Threats.” You walk around the room as you state your findings, not looking once at Lin and keeping your arms behind your back to keep yourself grounded. “what did you find? President Raiko has been on my neck to knock these triad down a peg or two.” She snapped. “After the end of the Anti-bending Revolution, several members had their bending removed because of their criminal activities, which we’re aware of from Avatar Korra. Since then there has been a change in hierarchy order in who will be the new leader which left with Viper replacing Zolt as the triad’s new leader.” You look around the office, you haven’t really looked at the details the most you’ve seen was the desk and the couch. “yes, that’s already been discussed you got anything new?” Lin spat out, you roll your eyes your back facing her, but you quickly turn around and look ahead and continued on with your report “With the help of undercover work we have found that there’s been talk about moving a shipment to a new location of those gloves, Hiroshi Sato made. It’s scheduled to be moved by the end of this week, late at night over by the shipping yards. Triple Threats are hoping to make a large profit in selling these goods to the other nations. I’m planning on doing a stakeout with a few selected officers and then rush in and take out the Triple Threats and prevent that shipment from leaving this city. I have my sources and am confident this will be a success, Chief.” You stand across from her desk looking over her going back at attention.

*

Lin’s POV

Lin could sense you approach her office, those footsteps she grew accustomed to get used to it. Before you came into the office she exposed her right foot and placed it on the floor before calling you in and sense your pulse. She noticed it had raced a bit before returning to a normal pace, keeping her nose down as she has on her glasses on looking at the paperwork. “…I’m sure Gang has told you the reason for this meeting” she said flatly not looking up at you as she shuffles some papers around. She listened to you speak, you talking to here with such professionalism that she hasn’t seen since your beginning days at the force. Her throat tightens at the thought, she noticed that you haven’t looked at her once since coming into the office. Not even a smile or a glisten from your eyes, she never knew how much she took advantage of your smile. In her frustrations on how you’re being right now, with this act towards her she spats out with you “…you got anything new”. There. At least some reaction it was faint, but your heart did race for a second, either by anger or surprised. Instead of some of your little teasing comments you just kept on with your report. You finally break and look up at y/n, her eyes gazing out at the window and you think she caught your glance as she turns to walk in your direction, but she looked over you. She’s purposely averting your eyes. You listen to y/n’s plan on her stakeout on the Triple Threat in the following week. You nod understanding her words and then watch as she stands across from you at her desk staring at your eyes once she’s done. Y/n eyes are dark, not vibrate as you recall, this is a different side of her you haven’t seen. Is this an act or is she following your order from last night and has stop trying with you?

*

“well, chief?” you look at Lin’s eyes, the first since last night. You’re analyzing her face, and body language and can’t gather any information. Lin is a professional at keeping her emotions in take inside and outside. “very well, you seem to have a plan in order. As far as the stakeout, I’ll be joining you.” Your eyes widen and you begin to stammer your words and your arms slightly dropping from your back “with all due respect, Chief, I believe we’ll do fine without having to bother or ruin your evening,” you state out bringing your arms back up at their proper height behind you. “I have to be there as Chief to make sure this will be successful as you say. I will not allow anything to prevent us a win. President Raiko expects a win for the public.” Lin looks up at you and meets your gaze as she stands up from her desk, you watch her intently calming your pulse as best you can. “Very well, Chief. I’ll send you the plan for the night in the following days. Everything will be in order--for you to review, of course of any changes”

“thank you, I’ll be expecting it on my desk as soon as possible” Lin steps aside and walks around the desk as she skillfully closes her boot quietly. You give her a nod as you watch her movement “Sure thing, Chief, anything else you require?” Lin waves her hand no “that is all, Lieutenant.” You both reach for the door, your hand reaching the knob first with hers landing on top, you give her a slight smirk as you turn the doorknob and open the door as you look over to her “Chief” you dismiss yourself coolly nodding towards her as you remove your hand from hers and walks away not looking back as you go back to your office.

*

Once you reached your office you closed the door behind you and leaned against the door trying to catch a deep breath. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in the same room with her, yet you somehow powered through. You rubbed your eyes then the rest of your face, you haven’t slept much since getting home so late. You could go for some coffee right about now; you head back out and head over to the watering hole where this is water and coffee. Luckily there is some coffee left in the pot and you pour yourself a cup adding a bit of sugar and milk. You accidentally get bump into the shoulder by someone hurryingly around a corner. You quickly evade getting the coffee spilled on you most of it falling on the desk and you grab some paper towels to clean the mess “oh sorry Lieutenant y/n didn’t see you there” you were about to curse them out and looked down and see Rei gathering paper that have fallen “oh Rei, it’s fine. I was quick enough to evade a bigger mess” you give her a smile as you finish tossing the rags in the trash bin and set the cup down so you can bend down to help her “where are you hurrying over to anyways?” as you help pick up some packets of paper as you look at her. Rei blushes at the embarrassment of running into you, she’s one of the office assistants that help out in the station, you often greet her whenever you see her as you come in to work. “I’m sorry I was just running over to restock the office supplies and drop off letters to the mailroom” she says hurryingly as she tries to gather the large stake of papers in her arms. You nod giving her the indication that you’re listening, but your eyes look over behind her head to Lin’s office. You’re pretty sure she heard the commotion; you take a sip of coffee and notice how bitter it is and make a sour face. Sure enough Lin’s door is open, but you don’t see her, so you look back at Rei “well it’s nice to see someone taking their job seriously, but make sure not run into anyone” you joke as you laugh a bit. Rei’s cheeks redden some more as she tries to hide behind the papers and you shake your head assuring her “I’m only joking, I’m sorry.” you give her a smile. “Oh, okay, usually with you officer I can’t tell if you guys are grumpy or joking, no offense” she jokes letting out a soft chuckle pushing your shoulder a bit, but she was slow to remove her hand away letting it run down your arm. “ah, well I guess it comes with the job. Stress and trying to keep the image that we’re hard to be brought down” you joke back and notice her hand as it runs down your arm but you don’t look down at it instead look down at your cup just holding onto it unsure what to do with it, it’s too bitter to drink. She giggles at your comment and you give her a small curl of your lips to form a smile. You’re familiar to this, Rei is being affectionate to you flirting with you by giving you these small touches. You’ve seen it before at Zaofu when you were in their security uniform. Women seem to like to see you in uniform. You glance up and notice Lin is standing by her doorframe looking at your direction. You quickly glance back to Rei and force yourself to take another sip, it seems to be even more bitter than the first, but you try to contain your face your nose scrunching up which Rei notices. “oh is the coffee bitter?” she whispers over to you her hand still resting on your arm and you nod. “yeah, but it’s all there is and I’m too lazy to refill the pot” you let out a laugh. “follow me, the secretary breakroom always has fresh coffee.” Your eyes widen “you sure? I wouldn’t want to take away coffee from the secretaries. It’s ok, this coffee will do” you shake your head but give her a smile. “no it’s fine, come on” she absentmindedly grabs your hand and pulls you along down the hall you chug the last of your coffee down before tossing the cup in the trash. Before you go down further down the hall you glance back at Lin’s door and your eyes meet hers, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. Is she jealous?

*

Lin heard a bit of commotion coming down the hall of desks towards the watering hole she rolled her eyes and thinks it must’ve been Lu or Gang the dimwitted detectives. Until she heard two female voices, one familiar than the other, you open the door to let the chatter come in the room. It was definitely y/n’s voice but who was that other one? Lin stood away from the door not wanting to just watch out the spectacle. Lin just heard mumbling but clearly this girl is laughing at y/n jokes or commentary. Lin stand over and watch from inside your office and watch how the two of you exchanging words and smiles. Those smiles you know so well, though y/n sort of looks uncomfortable and looks like she ate a sour grape. Maybe it’s the coffee, you start to think you’re about to turn back to your desk until you see the girl put her hand on y/n’s arm as she leans in and whispers to in her ear. Lin notice that y/n looks over at her direction before looking away and Lin eyes narrow as you cross your arms. What the flameo FUCK is going on here?! Her ears start to redden in sudden anger thankfully her hair covered it, Lin looked at y/n as she looks down at her cup of coffee she hasn’t looked at the girl’s hand on her arm, but she looks up and glances back at Lin. Your eyes briefly meet, and Lin looks away then look back at the scene as Lin notice the girl takes her hand away and your breath comes back. That is until you see the girl grab y/n’s hand and tugs her along, you hoped y/n would pull away, but you just watch her chug her coffee like it was a shot of liquor before tossing the cup in the trash and giving you a final glance before she disappear around the corner. You take a couple of steps forward seemingly to go after y/n. A sudden blush creeps up on your cheeks, a vein popping out your neck and your fists balling up. The officers looking at you and you instead put your anger out at them “what are you all standing around for?! This isn’t a daycare. Go out there and make some god damn arrests!” she barked out before she walked back in her office and slammed the door with her cables.

*

You felt terrible inside as you replayed that whole scene in your head. After Rei got you the coffee she even made it how you liked it, she learned from watching you prepare your coffee over the past couple months, you didn’t know if that was cute, sad, or weird. You thanked Rei for her kindness and dismissed yourself back to your office where you’re sitting behind your desk thinking things over.

That was wrong. You shouldn’t have allowed Rei do that. You should have brushed her advances and you should have pulled your hand away. But she doesn’t know about you and Lin, so she wasn’t at fault. This is all you. But you and Lin have nothing. Why are you feeling bad, she told you to stop trying. Besides how is the coffee, tastes pretty great when it’s fresh and it’s made just how you like it. Rei is pretty cute fire nation girl too.

You groan as your rub your eyes trying to get rid of your thoughts. You feel misaligned since last night, you don’t feel your carefree self. You don’t remember when the last time was you worked out or mediated. That’s what I need, a good work out or mediation hour, I’ll do that, maybe after work that should help clear my thoughts and emotions. You shake your head as you finish the rest of your coffee battling the heat and let the burn keep you away. The burn in your tongue stung and helped your thoughts and focus on the rest of your plan on the stakeout.

*

While still in your office you unbutton your uniform jacket and hand it in the small closet. You grab a t-shirt pulling it over you then grab your coat and hat as you head out of your office locking behind you as head out the station walking past Lin’s door as you go downstairs. You take an unmarked car, you and drive over to a disclosed location where you walk down the alley slowly and carefully watching over your back and all corners. You hear a soft whistle which you turn your attention to and see a figure hiding behind a dumpster. You step cautiously closer to them until you hear your secret name “Nix?” you relax a bit “Skoochy?” you call back softly and see the boy step out. “long time no see, where’s Mako?” Skoochy perks up as he sits on the garbage bin “he’s out on vacation. Raava knows where at though. How’s the streets?” you smirk as you lean against the wall. “exciting as always” he beamed. This little boy always pickpocketed, Skoochy is an orphan and vowed to never go back once he escaped his second orphanage. He is acquainted with Mako and Bolin during their days as street urchins, you met him while on your case against the Red Monsoon. Apparently there has been some turf wars going on between the Triple Threats and them so Skoochy had some information on it. You look over at him and sort of pity the boy, but you admire his cleverness and wit, “so, I’ve been hearing there might be a way to get some of them spark gloves. You got any idea where I can get my hands on it?” you raise your eyebrows at him "My memory's a little 'foggy'. Maybe you can help 'clear it up'." He pretends to yawn and reached his palm up to you giving you a smirk. You laugh and put your hand in your pocket and takeout a small bag “Your memory better be clear. I’ll double it if it’s crystal” you eye him as you give him the bag. He uses his hand as a scale to weigh the bag and then opens and sees solid gold pieces of yuans then closes it back up. “You didn’t hear it from me, but the Triple Threats are planning to move their inventory out the city Friday night, during the pro-bending match. Since majority of the city will have eyes on the event that gives them the opening to do the move.” You hear Skoochy give you the information as you look around the alley making sure no one else is listening or anyone looking suspicious. “what time specifically, they got any weapons I should know?” you ask quietly “I’m not sure. My memory is getting foggy again” he quips, and you roll your eyes and smirk as you pull out some bills and hand it to him. “10 pm, just the usual weapons as always, though they might use the gloves, some non-benders joined.”

“oh well how about that, sounds nice” you deadpanned at him “alright I gotta go, before anyone comes looking for me” Skoochy jumps off you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him and hand him a small stack of bills “thanks for your crystal memory, kid” he smirked and tipped his hat “pleasure doing business, Nix” he ran off and you walk back to the car hiding your smirk as you finally got confirmation and a plan stirs in your head as you start the car and leave the place. You check the time-9pm- and decide to head on home instead of going back to the station.

*

Lin groans as she looks up rubbing her neck rolling her shoulders, she’s been locked in her office all afternoon. She looks up at the clock and notices it’s 11pm, her stomach rumbles, “shit, did I not eat today?” of course she didn’t she lost her appetite after watching that little show earlier. She got up and called it a night heading out to her car and went to her place. She didn’t understand why she was mad in the first place. She thought it was funny as she watched that girl make a fool of herself, but once she put her hand on y/n and then took her hand and y/n didn’t step back or pushed away her advances, it made her blood boil. Why didn’t you back away y/n?! Then there were those glances y/n gave you in between the conversation. Was she trying to get a reaction from me, make me jealous? Is that what this is, jealousy? You scoff at the thought and let out a laugh as you pull up to your apartment. You head inside and lock the door behind you as you bend your armor off and head to the kitchen to grab some cold leftovers from the icebox and a beer. She took a couple of bite of food before she lost her appetite again and just kept drinking beer. Her eyes glanced over at the front door, a small part of her hoped you would come through the door or that she would wake up and realize this was all a bad dream. She pinched herself and sighed when it was proved real and rubbed her face, “I’m not weak. I will not let y/n have power over me. I’m Lin Beifong. I’m a fucking Beifong!” she yells out as she slams her fists on the kitchen table. She grudgingly goes to bed and dreadfully goes to sleep. “y/n…” Lin muttered in her sleep she turned onto her side as she clutched onto a pillow. Her heart aching for what her mind wouldn’t allow her to realize what she really wants is… you.

[praetor-of-fandoms]

So,I finally started watching Good Omens,’Cause tumblr. This is me watching the show:

God is a woman. Love this show already

“Most Books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because men wrote them.”

“Don’t you dare say I’m nice.” and now,kiss

The anti-Christ’s “toesie-woesis”

Naming the hell hound “dog”

The scene at the beginning when Aziraphale puts his wings over Crowley as Crowley simultaneously moves under Aziraphales’s wing when it starts raining. Almost Like a reflex. That was so fucking cute I kept rewinding and watching.

“You hit someone.” “I didn’t. Someone hit me.”

“Get in,angel.” idk why but that made me feel feelings

“Ducks! That’s what water slides off!”

We now know why unicorns don’t exist

Crawley —> Crowley

“Well you were a snake.”

“Still a demon? What kind of question is that? What else am I going to be? An aardvark?”

The way Crowley walks( I haven’t seen any of David’s other work so I don’t know if that’s just how he walks but this gives Crowley so much character).

When Crowley ‘rescues’ Aziraphale during world war 2...so much chemistry in that scene...my heart..,

How hurt Crowley was when aziraphale said “fraternising”

“Kill them,they’re vey irritating.”

Crowley pointing upwards immediately after(bc bomb)

Crowley saving Aziraphale’s books

The way Aziraphale looks at him after...my heart

“Are you a witch?” “No,I’m an occultist.” “Oh,that’s alright,then.”

The scene at the bandstand...everything about that had me crying

The anti-Christ is...good??

“One big Avocado.”

Wait no the anti-Christ is bad

When Crowley wants Aziraphale to run away with him to Alpha Centauri

A PASSERBY THINKS THEY’RE A COUPLE MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS

Crowley and Hastur travelling through the telephone system

Crowley trapping Hastur- that’s one smart asf demon

The world ending and they’re just there...kissin’

When Aziraphale realised that god wants a war...my smol Baby I cant

“Oh...fuck.” ok 10/10. Wasn’t expecting that at all

You’re my best friend playing when the entire place is burning down...what kind of sick irony

“Aziraphale, for God’s...for Satan’s AHH for somebody’s sake,where are you?!”

“Somebody killed my best friend” I’m not crying,you’re crying

Crowley being devastated over Aziraphale’s death

Somebody to love playing when Crowley exits the bookshop

“And then you turn up, late for Armageddon,no flaming sword,not even a body, you pathetic excuse for an angel!”

“I suppose I am,really.” Aziraphale, nooo we love youu don’t say it like thattt

Crowley became a demon because he was...bored??

“Wiggle-on” WTF DO YOU MEAN AZIRAPHALE. WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN AHHHHH

Ok I know this is bad but the horsemens’ entrance is epic asf

WTF was that seance scene

Crowley getting past the fire is EPIC

Everything about Aziraphale in miss Tracy’s body

“Right now that’s someone else’s problem.” Big mood

“I’m getting quite calmy worried.” Such a mood. 10/10

Horsemen or power rangers?? Guess we’ll never know

Wait Adam’s good again wtf

Also the irony in the anti-Christ being named Adam.

*Gates open automatically* which one of you young men did that? Okay, those kids are in trouble

“Could do with a few houseplants”

“Guys, you shouldn’t gone to all the trouble.” Crowley, you sassy bitch

Crowley’s car burning...I felt that

“It’s ‘kick’ butt for heavens sake.”

“Oohh cant believe I just said that.”

I like how it’s Crowley leading first then Aziraphale in the animation.

“I believe in peace,bitch” WHAT AN ICON

So Crowley came up with something just ‘cause he couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to talk to Aziraphale again? Yeah,tell me they’re not dating

So you’re telling me Crowley just knows what ice cream Aziraphale wants? Yeah,they’re dating

Ok but Michael had like a jug of holy water...how tf is more than half the tub full

“Shut your stupid mouth, and die already” BITCH HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY SMOL CHILD LIKE THAT

HE ENTERED THE FIRE

I was honestly expecting them to save each other somehow...unless...

Everything about Crowley in the bath

“I don’t supposed that anywhere in the nine circles of hell there’s such a thing such as a rubber duck.” Crowley, do you seriously think now is the time to be sassy?

Splashing holy water all around sassily

I FUCKING KNEW IT. I KNEW THEY SWITCHED SOMEHOW

Lunch at the Ritz...bitch they’re a couple idc what anyone says

I NEED MORE OF THIS SHOW I

[fledglingwitchinscotland]

Growing herbs in Scotland

I’ve always thought I am not a good ‘plant mother’ because whenever I’ve tried to grow anything except cacti it always dies! However, with my newly-harnessed witchiness I plan on starting a herb garden on my balcony. Although the typical Scottish climate is not conducive to growing much, I’ve found some good advice on the Glendoick Garden Centre website! 

Here are a few bits I found helpful: 

“Anyone can grow culinery herbs, even in a window box.

Some of them are pretty hardy and will grow for years: margoram, fennel, chives, rosemary and thyme for example.

Some are best grown every year but should last well into winter: parsley.

Some are tender and best grown indoors or under cover till high summer: basil, tarrogan.

Top tips for herbs:

Herbs need sharp drainage: rosemary, sage and thyme come from poor, stony soils of the Mediterranean. So add bagged grit or perlite, available from our garden centre, before planting.

Sun or shade? Most herbs like to bake and prefer a spot in full sun, Only a few herbs can take shade: Parsley, chervil, lemon balm, sorrel and sweet woodruff.

Sow annual herbs little and often: coriander, dill and chervil are quick-growing, leafy herbs, ready within a couple of months of sowing so sow several batches through the season.

Give flowering herbs a haircut: mint, marjoram and thyme flower in early summer, and bees love them. Trim back the plants after first flowering and they'll put on a new flush of leafy growth.

Keep mint in a pot or container as it's pretty invasive (plant the pot in the gound if you like.

Protect or bring in frost-tender herbs: lemongrass, French tarragon and basil are not frost hardy and need to be protected or dug up and brought indoors in a gritty compost.

Medicinal herbs you can grow in Scotland

Basil can help with flatulence, lack of appetite, cuts, and scrapes. Chamomile: infusions and salves to relieve indigestion and colic, anxiety and tension, and skin inflammations and irritations. Feverfew: leaves & flowers in teas; chew leaves to ease headache pain (including migraines). Relief for arthritis, and skin conditions. Viola, Pansy: anti-inflammatory properties, eczema and skin blemishes . Lavender: calmiing and relaxing. Antiseptic for cuts and bruises. Lemon Balm: Helps relieve anxiety, insomnia, wounds, herpes, insect bites, flatulence, upset stomach. It also speeds the healing of cold sores. Marigold: Good for sunburn, acne, and blemishes, soothes ulcers and digestive problems. Parsley: helps with flatulence and bad breath. Peppermint: digestion, use in tea to soothe headaches. Rosemary: helps memory & concentration, sweetens breath. Sage: relief for mouth and throat inflammations. Thyme: thymol, is a strong antiseptic also good for coughs, congestion, indigestion.”

[picapica916]

A foolish move *A JSE story*

On the hospital bed, was Jack in a coma. Hooked up to machines which were checking on his Vitals. Breathing slowly, as inside his mind. . . was Anti. The one who trapped him in the coma. Henrik, kept close eye on him. Chase and JJ treating Jack as much as they can. Jackie was nowhere to be found when Anti attack him.

But you may be asking... Where's Marvin?

At the entrance of the doorway, was Marvin. Staying out of the way. He didn't want to engage on what they were doing. The trio already had their hands full as there is.

"What are you doing Marvin? You should do SOMETHING at least." He thought to himself.

Then it hit him.

"The mask," Marvin thought again "But Henrik told me not to use my magic on Jack or else..." Marvin shook his head.

"No, I need to do-" Just then someone tap his shoulder.

"Marvin you been standing there almost for 5 minutes."

Marvin shook his head, he looks to see Chase. Having a worried look on his face. Chase knew that Marvin wasn't acting himself since Jackie disappearance. Even his hair, you can tell it was different. His shine looks to his hair. Now knotted, dull, dry to the touch.

"Marvin-" Before he could start his sentence. Marvin turns his back on him. Walking towards his room, shutting the door behind him. Chase knew he didn't want to talk about it. Henrik and JJ got out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

"He still von't talk, dumme Katze," Henrik mumbled. "Vell I'm heading to bed."

He walks off to his room, Shutting the door behind him. Leaving Chase and JJ to both look at each other. Confuse on what German words Henrik used. They as well headed off to bed.

Later that night...

All the egos were asleep until a door went open. Peaking out of his room, Marvin appeared. Checking if the coast was clear. He walked out of his room with something in his hand. Made his way over to the room, where Jack was.

When he opened the door, it was cold. JJ must have left the window open. Moonlight shine through the window, lighting up where Jack was. Marvin walked over to him, took a deep breath.

"It has been a long time, " Looking down at his hands, was the cat mask. "Let's see if this works."

He puts on the cat mask, the symbols on his mask starts to glow. A rush of magical energy moves throughout Marvin Body. Magical flames appear on his hands. His eyes started to glow green. Lights on the ceiling start flicker, machines start to go haywire, the wind starts to pick up Marvin off the ground. Floating off the ground, He starts to chant a spell. A spell that hopefully at least give them more time to save Jack.

While this was happening, in the other room. Chase woke up, rubbing his eyes. JJ sleeping on the top bunk. For some reason, he felt something off. He walks up to the door, touches the door handle. Opens it to see flickering lights.

Then it hits him...

"HENRIK, JJ, WAKE UP!!!" He yells to them. "MARVIN GOT HIS HANDS ON THE MASK!!!"

JJ, startle by the yell fell off the top bunk. Henrik perk up, hitting the bed frame. Chase already headed out of the door.

"OH YOU CAN'T WAIT FOR US!!!" Henrick yells back at chase.

Chase bursts though the door, stopping at what Mavrin is doing. Breathing heavily, but still having a lot of strength left. He lunges at Marvin back trying to stop him.

"MARVIN WHAT THE HELL DUDE, " Marvin was trying to concentrate while chase was yelling. "ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOUSELF!?!?!"

"I'm doing this to save Jack before Anti makes this anymore worse chase." Marvin calmy tells him.

"SNAP OUT OF IT MARVIN!!!!" Chase yells back at him. Hitting him a bunch of times. But didn't work because Marvin was stronger than him. Just then, Marvin was hit by something. His eyes change back to normal, lights went back to normal, the machine went back to monitoring Jack vitals again.

"Keine Magie mehr für dich." Henrik told them in his German words. Marvin fell on the ground. Bring down Chase with him. JJ help him uo to his feet. Also pick up Mavrin under his arm. Chase had his arm under Marvjn arm as well.

"Give me the Mask." Henrik Intensely ask.

Chase took off the Mask off of Marvin face. Giving it to Henrik, Chase and JJ put Marvin in his bed. Henrik on the other hand. Lock the mask up, so that Marvin would never use his magic again.

Now why would the mask never be use you may be asking yourself?

If the mask ever falls into Anti hands... Let's just say. . .

"ḬṮ ẇṏṳḶḊṆ'Ṯ ḃḕ Ḁ ḟṳṆ Ṯḭṁḕ."

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Haha I'm done with this. Woo it took awhile, but I made it. Ya it my first time doing a story since I was in the other community I was in. I maybe not doing these offen. Since I school, personal stuff, etc. I wish I could do more of these, but can't unfortunately.

But if you would like to see more... I'll make some more.

Ok I'm heading to bed Gn everyone.

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[sabrina-spellman]

Now that Druck is airing their s3 and Skam Italia is coming back with their s2, I realize how calmy a Skam remake tag can be during the Noorhelm season (especially if you block all the Antis). But I seriously blocked 20+ people already in the Druck tag and I still can't look through it without getting pissed. Think I'm just gonna stick with Skam Italia and Skam NL for now!

honestly anon the block button is your best friend. I’m ok with a little discourse and people not liking s2 for rational reasons lmao but on tumblr I havent found reading comprehension and understanding context to really be a strong suit for people. But again watch what you love and dont watch what you dont, but dont offer unwanted commentary just for some clout or woke points. people can enjoy media, even when it is flawed, as long as we realize that people are entitled to their own opinions and that ignoring truly problematic things (like having a character say the n-word) is not ok. I know its obv which fandom I’m talking about but I think it’s gotten a lot better than when the OG was airing and everyone got the tumblr encyclopedia of words which basically were “toxic, manipulative, abusive” without even understanding the implications of using words like that and what abuse in the real world constitutes. I’m hoping fandoms matured lmao but I dont see much mess since I follow the right people. 

[pepperony3000-archive]

rragincontagion replied to your post “spirky-universe replied to your post “rdjrants replied to your post...”

You say nothing but bullshit. I couldnt care less if you have a problem with this ship or not, but these long ass posts where lil cunts like you are whining about a fictional ship are ridiculous. Fight against pedophilia irl or dont throw this term so randomly around without thinking. And I bet that the thousand of people who ship this in any way dont support pedophilia. So shut the fuck up and get your brain to start working. I'm sick of your pity trash talk!

And lady, I bet on my right arm that starker shippers dont ship them because “ uwU pedoPhiLiA*°☆♡kawaii!” more like because they already have dynamics and a close relationship as characters. and NO, when I say that, I dont think thr same way for real-life people because I know the difference and make a cut there. You should do the same and let people live for fucks sake, is it that hard to understand man?

AND ALSO, you are the LAST PERSON EVER I want to trip over okay? But when I scroll calmy through this ship tag and you post bullshit in it, say, didnt you think that you piss someone off? No shipper ever would trip over your blog if you block the hashtag & dont post anything about it! But here we are you smartass. You provoke this fucking tag, if you could JUST stay away from it and dont dump your shit in here, we could all live happily and enjoy our own shit 

Honestly... the only reason I’m actually responding to this is because you Replied to my post as opposed to being as cowardly as you are gross and sending Anon hate.

And hey... I can respect an asshole who isn’t afraid to let people know they’re an asshole.

Also WTF do you think pedophilia is? Because yeah, Starker is fictional but all that does is make it fictional pedophilia!!! It’s still pedophilia!!

Further question: What do you think supporting pedophilia means? Sure, you might not look at a pedophile in real life and tell him that what he’s doing is okay, but you are normalizing it! You are creating content that says “pedophilia is a perfectly acceptable thing for real life people to create, fawn over, love, and share with others.

And next time, why don’t you stop accusing people of speaking bullshit when you are the one who is being supportive of one of the most disgusting forms of abuse possible (in my opinion). If I speak bullshit, at least that’s preferable to supporting pedophilia.

And yeah, maybe y’all don’t ship it because “uWu pedoPhiLiA”. I never said you ship it because it’s pedophilia. But it’s pedophilia, and you ship it. I don’t need a because. It’s obviously disgusting, and you are obviously disgusting for normalizing, promoting, fawning over such a disgusting form of abuse.

Also... Why on EARTH am I the last person ever you want to trip over? Because please, I really don’t want to be held in high esteem by idiots who think that a pedophile ship is okay! If you all think well of me then please stop. It would make me rest easier.

And if you look, I very clearly used the anti-Starker tag. In no way did I tag it inappropriately. I am not invading your tags, but you are clearly going out of your way to find my blog (which also very explicitly states in the header that if you ship this disgusting pedophile ship you should stay the fuck off my blog). So the fact that you are pissed off at me it through no fault of mine.

Also fun fact: studies show that pedophiles have a much lower IQ than “normal”, so when I say you clearly have the IQ of a howler monkey, I am coming from a scholarly source.

Now get your teeny tiny disgusting pedophile supporting brain as far away from me as you can.

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[pleasantwizardphilosopher]

For those of you who are in tune with my current fic. Here's Chapter 5: Something akin love.

TW: Mentions of blood and violence

Supergirl is hovering several meters above the city, keeping her senses alert in case her assistance is needed. It’s around midnight and she's doing her nightly patrol, since engaging herself in the joint project with the pale genius, she has been taking on only patrolling a few days a week at night. That way she can focus entirely on the project while in the presence of the CEO, unless some rouge alien decides to play a little rough and her assistance is needed, and at night she can still be National City’s beloved hero. Being this high up in the sky, where her only companions are a few clouds and the rare passengers’ plane, it’s easy to get lost in her thoughts. It’s been over a year since she and Lena started working side-by-side, however, it just feels as if they've known each other for a long time, maybe in another life, or another universe.

Whenever the hero looks at the gorgeous woman, she feels like she’s staring right into her mind, as if all her fears, insecurities and problems are just written all over her face, as if she were crystalline and the Girl of Steel could stare right into her soul, as much as it is terrifying, it feels like coming home, comforting. At first, the hero wondered if Lena felt the same way as she did, nonetheless, it has been becoming increasingly clear that she, indeed, does, sometimes Kara would show up from a mission and the Irish goddess would look at her as if she could also read her soul, her fears and insecurities written clearly for her to read, in a way she is much too familiar. It scares the crap out of her, she may be the Maiden of Might, but the powerful CEO can turn her into a mushy puddle with a simple glance, it’s also reassuring, knowing that someone reads her in the same way she does, she didn’t even think something like this would ever happen to her, but she’s grateful it did, she feels seen for the first time since Krypton exploded.

There is just one teeny tiny problem, Lena still doesn’t know about Supergirl and the fact that she and her are one and the same. She knows that she has to tell her, there is no other way around, especially with how close they have gotten, and how her feelings are spilling from her heart now, be it stolen glances or a hug a little too long to be considered strictly platonic, keeping them on check is becoming harder every day, even for the Girl of Steel. Nevertheless, the idea of telling her makes her heart ache, deeply, she knows how much this secret is going to hurt her, hurt them both, after all the betrayal and abuse she has been forced to endure and lock deep down throughout her life, this will break her, she knows it with startling clarity. However, the more she keeps it hidden, the worse it’s going to hurt, and the less likely it will be for them to recover from it.

There is no going around this, and she is certain. When they first started this project Kara didn’t even consider the importance this woman could have in her life, she took it all for granted and went on like it was no biggie, and she was absolutely wrong.

The cold February wind brings her back to the present, were the nightlife of the city still reaches her ears, even though she is very high up, and in the background, she can hear a heartbeat she has become very used to, it grounds her, knowing that somewhere out there, Lena is safe and sound. It brings to her mind memories of all the moments they have shared together, of how when she laughs, she snorts a little, very cutely, her eyes crinkle and her dimples show, she looks just as young as she actually is, without the burden of a twisted family and a Fortune 100 company on her back. She remembers all those lunches together and conversations about science that made them both excited and giddy, finally having someone capable of keeping up with their minds, of all those gentle touches, stolen in between. It makes her selfishly decide to wait a little bit more, to indulge herself a little further, before dropping the Supergirl bomb.

The sound of the police radio makes her ears perk and she focuses on the sound to make out the words. There has been an attack, the pro-human rights front (what on Rao’s name?) has raided yet another alien-filled zone of the city, taking them out of their houses. No one was hurt, luckily, but now the police have their hands full with misplaced aliens. There is just something in the way they talk about the 5th and Coronel Streets shelter that hits her like a cold bucket of water, this isn’t a novelty, it’s not new for something like this to happen, and she wants to know why hasn’t anyone talked to her about this?

She drops from the sky and bursts through Alex’s balcony, startling her sister, who was calmy sipping some beer and watching TV, making her spill a little on her couch while trying to get to her feet and grab her gun, just in case. The hero starts pacing, angrily, she feels so much anger bubbling inside of her that it’s blinding, why why why why are humans attacking aliens and why hasn’t she been informed? Her fists are balled and clenched tightly, knuckles turning white, she crosses her arms in an attempt not to snap at Alex, who is standing to the side trying to get her to calm down so they can figure out something together, hazel eyes seem confused and slightly worried, and Kara feels like she’s missing something here, but the rage she’s feeling, the helplessness, won’t allow her to think clearly. She was under the impression that human acceptance towards aliens was growing, as she herself has been more openly accepted in the city’s everydayness and the every-day citizen, she hasn’t heard about this front and it worries her own naivete in the face of the growing terror.

Abruptly, Alex grabs her by the arms, forcing her to a stop. She walks towards the couch to grab the TV remote and starts shuffling channels until she gets to the news. “Anti-alien hate peaceful protests took place today all across National City”. That was today, in the afternoon, while she was working on her project with Lena, with her calming scent of coffee and cinnamon. Alex then takes out her phone and shows her the news for the past week, all of them fall along the same lines, alien hatred has been rising, there have been several deaths on both sides and the ‘Pro-human rights front’ keeps growing every day. Humans like Lex, who hate aliens, who feel threatened by them and decided to take matters in their own hands, committing xenophobic hate crimes towards populations that Kara knows have been facing discrimination since forever. How could she have been so blind? She didn’t even know things like this were happening and escalating at such alarming rate. Now she understands why Alex’s looking at her like that, like she has been under a rock (more like up in the clouds), it’s been all over the news for months now, and she has been so lost in green eyes that she entirely missed it. She needs to get her head in the game, that doesn’t mean distancing from the CEO, absolutely not, but she’ll take more time patrolling and going to the streets to support her fellow aliens, she’ll take a stronger and clear stand in favor of the ones she stands for, for those who she can make a difference being an alien herself, it’s decided.

It’s mid-May, the sunlight is streaming freely from the windows in her lab, she has been actively fighting to stop hate towards aliens from spreading but it’s proven to be quite the challenge, hate seems to be deeply rooted among the society and humans feel displaced by aliens, it’s a fight uphill, but the Maiden of Might is not going to let it get to her, to affect her hope, she is the personification of it after all. She and the raven-haired woman are going through the nanobots issues, albeit they now have a protocol to synthesize the platinum oxide nanoparticles, still needs polishing but is efficient so far; the nanobots still have some unresolved issues, which they are now trying to overcome with brainstorming ideas and proposals, hoping that someone might hit the jackpot or at least provide a new angle.

When the CEO asked her if she knew quantum mechanics she wanted to be shaken, offended even, but now, exactly five minutes later, she's absolutely regretting saying that she, indeed, knows, because as the green-eyed woman goes on and on (golly) about how solid-state physics could be the answer to their problems, Kara’s mind is starting to wander, drifting very far away from all those explanations about Fermi levels and who knows what else. Lena knows Kara is well-versed in quantum mechanics, however, she is also quite certain that talking about solid-state mechanics for nanodevices is a little out of her league, if the crinkle between her eyebrows is something to go by. Nevertheless, the woman is listening to her intently, deep blue eyes never leaving green, as if her voice is the most wonderful sound she's ever heard. Her beautiful cerulean eyes follow every hand gesture, a small soft tender smile tugging at her lips. The scent of lavender and vanilla is all the Luthor is aware of.

Kara isn't getting shi-anything, it's like the Irish goddess is speaking in a whole different language, and she speaks several mind you, but she doesn't care, she is absolutely enamored with the way her voice quivers with excitement every time she explains a new concept to her, and then gets to a higher pitch with frustration as she explains what isn't going the way she expected, or how the experiment isn’t responding the way she wanted it to, the tingle of amusement and curiosity bright and clear in forest green eyes, and the ever-present smell of coffee on her breath make her head feel dizzy and get goosebumps all over, a light pink dusting her cheeks; and yeah, she may be a falling a little bit for her.

Game night arrives and everyone is excited with anticipation, Kara finally gathered her wits and decided to ask Lena to join them. She has become quite accustomed to the Superfriends, seeing them all in quite a daily basis. At first, she felt like a fish outside the water, hopelessly shaking, but it was quite easy to fit in with Kara’s friends a colleagues. Winn and Brainy always talk about how much they admire her work, and how her ideas have revolutionized science, and Nia is always like a younger sister she never had, asking for advice, taking her for coffee and shopping, showing her the latest memes, Lena still doesn’t get those at all. It’s interesting, how they never made her feel like ‘a Luthor’, to them, her last name didn’t matter, and is so sweet in a way that makes her want to cry, before all this no one would ever touch a Luthor with a wooden stick. Here, she is just Lena, the 25-year-old genius, also CEO of L-Corp and her ideas and feelings are validated.

She has never had friends like this, to support her and tease her, not aside from Sam, Andrea and Jack, but since they are still in Metropolis, it’s refreshing to have new friends close now, her own chosen family. She gets to meet Kara’s badass sister, FBI agent Alexandra Danvers and her girlfriend, Kelly Olsen, who is a trauma therapist for the FBI, helping agents who have been through traumatic experiences overcome the PTSD; that’s how they met, on the hallways of the FBI headquarters, after Alex had lost her last partner and lover, Maggie Sawyer, quite abruptly during an undercover that went wrong, it was very hard for her to overcome it and Kelly helped greatly, eventually falling in love for each other. And it is a sweet surprise, since no one knew about Kelly until this very night. She can tell how happy Kara is for her sister, with the way her baby blue eyes widen and a soft smile dances in her face, bouncing feather-like on the balls of her feet.

Drinks are poured freely, and everyone chats about their lives, playing games is definitely not the main purpose of game night, she’s come to realize, more so after crushing everyone in Monopoly. Lena feels warm all over, small in a good way, pretenses long gone, not only due to the wine and beers, but because she’s surrounded by people willing to overlook her family’s crimes when she herself hasn’t been able to stop feeling like she’s the one to blame. When Kara locks eyes with her from across the room, she can see sparkling tears in jade-green eyes, and she cannot help but give her a small reassuring smile, in that way Lena knows everything will be fine.

Nobody mentions the ever-growing wave of hatred towards aliens, it’s a happy evening and everyone would like to keep it that way. The situation is filled with dead ends, it’s infuriating for the Girl of Steel, the Superfriends and Alex have been using all their resources and influences to find out exactly who is behind the human-rights front, to no good, it’s becoming increasingly worrying, more and more humans keep joining the front and turning against aliens, and Kara has to physically restrain herself from punching a hole in the wall out of frustration every time they fail. Families have been broken, many aliens have been evicted, and whoever is behind keeps pulling the strings towards more violence. More and more protest have risen towards alien-rights and respect, no more xenophobia, even though they are mostly still pacifist, a few aliens have started turning towards violence as well and the tension keeps rising. The Kryptonian herself has taken part of some pacific protests, in an attempt to avoid full-blown war. But the situation is becoming a mined field. Her presence in the protests only spurring more hate from the human side, as if this was a matter of sides to begin with, they’re taking advantage of species that had fled from war, hunger or destruction, she is the personification of it, in the end, she herself fled because she had no choice, because there was nothing more for her, even though it wasn’t exactly her choice. She knows, however, that by looking human she’s been able to avoid a lot of hate that comes from fear, from being different, and her speeches seem to be hitting a wall, people just aren’t listening.

Lena herself has started taking part into looking for information about the hatred wave, at first to know whether her so called family was part of it and after getting to know that Nia and her chief of security, J’onn, who is actually an undercover FBI agent (but she still doesn’t need to know that), are aliens, she has taken an active role towards human-alien allies and respect, even going as far as developing technology that can conceal aliens’ more extravagant features and make them look human, allowing them to blend in and avoid recognition, but the circumstances are becoming increasingly worse, and she is almost sure that something severe will happen, she has never wanted to be wrong so badly.

They are dancing in their lab, yeah theirs. It’s the end of July and Kara was preparing a solution of platinum oxide nanoparticles inside a shell of chrome, pop music blaring from the speakers, Lena honest to God doesn’t know how she’s come to be fond of NSYNC; when baby blue eyes lift from where they were staring at the boiling solution in the Erlenmeyer flask, they see slender agile fingers tweaking with the panels nanobots with a tiny screwdriver and through a magnifying glass, the CEO is wearing a navy blue blouse tucked into black jeans, and is currently finishing the circuitry for the prototype nanobots, which is going to work alongside the nanoparticles Kara is synthesizing. The air around them smells like tin, from the tools Lena is using, vanilla and flowers, mixing in the air, the same way their lives have mixed, intertwined. The Luthor looks soft, Kara thinks, with her big, black-rimmed glasses, and her face magnified by the magnifying glass she is using to fix the system, her tongue poking from the side of her mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

And Kara knows, she is long gone for this woman with beautiful eyes and the brightest mind, it sends shivers down her spine just to think about it. Being so mesmerized memorizing every tiny detail about the Irish woman, the Kryptonian mistakenly added and excessive amount of copper chloride, the reductor for this reaction, and it started spilling violently everywhere, a strong smell of lead and chlorine filling the lab. Green eyes look over to where strong hands are working frantically to stop the mess, turn off the hot plate and take the flask to the sink for proper cleaning. Her heart clenches with worry, immediately dropping her tools to take a look at Kara, making sure everything is fine, her heart is beating so hard that she’s afraid it will break free through her ribs. The air in her lungs seems freezing and it’s getting hard to breathe when strong arms surround her into a hug, a protective embrace she finds herself welcoming, melting in steel-like arms. There is something about this woman’s hugs that make Lena feel at home, safe in a way no one has ever given to her, and so ultimately cared for, and Kara gives so much, so freely, that is too much sometimes, is overwhelming. But now, however, is exactly what she needed. Standing in the middle of their lab, her breathing and heartbeat starts to even, an upbeat song starts to blast from the speakers and the outside world vanishes.

Kara starts swaying them side-to-side softly, to the beat of the music, when the no-nonsense CEO lets out a soft giggle, she steps back a little and takes her hands, swaying her hips exaggeratedly to the upbeat tone, laugh erupting from deeply within her chest. From one moment to the other, they find themselves dancing. And Lena cannot help but think about how adorkable this woman is, with her beaming smile, laughing so freely her head tips back, eyes crinkling, blue filled with joy and warmth and something else she can’t seem to decipher; she’s never felt this way, the way Kara’s laugh seems to fill every corner with glee, lavender and cinnamon surrounding her like a warm embrace, letting herself go pliant into strong arms. The blonde twirls her around in dramatic movements, delighting in the gleeful sound of the Irish woman’s laugh, her dimples pronounced, kryptonite-green eyes glinting with amusement and freedom, lovingly staring into blue. And if the Superfriends are watching the whole interaction through the cameras installed in her lab, she certainly doesn’t care. And yeah, she’s falling, and hard.

It all went to hell.

It is a fairly normal afternoon in mid-October. Kara is patrolling, keeping her senses alert for any information or suspicious activity that may clue them into what the human front is up to, they have been able to stop a few riots and deescalate some protests, but they are still quite behind them. When screams of terror start filling the air surrounding her, making her get goosebumps and feel cold electricity rushing through her spine, the hero booms supersonically to the location where they’re coming from and her soul falls to her feet. The human front has rioted yet another suburb on the northeast of the city, where the alien population outnumbers humans. They are heavily armed, as far as she can tell, the bullet casquets outside the building, the marks on the walls, and the guns firing sounds agreeing with her conclusion. The top floor is on fire, orange and yellowish flames creeping from the windows and thick black smoke rising up in the air, and she knows that if she doesn’t hurry several lives will be lost.

She rushes inside the building while simultaneously calling for backup through her comms, what she sees will probably scar her for life. There are several bodies lying on the hallway, unmoving, there is blood pricking from them, flowing onto the floor into a red river, dropping down the stairway and into the street, announcing what she’ll find on the top floors, they were tortured, she can tell from their wounds, killed slowly, inhumanly, making her chest flare with white rage. As a speeding bullet she checks them all for vitals, finding that most of them are already gone, she takes the ones still responding to safety for when the emergency services arrive and speeds back into the building, several black unregistered SUVs had started arriving, Alex and other FBI agents in full tactical gear stepping out from them, they started surrounding the building, ready to burst into it when the signal is given.

The Maiden of Might speeds into the building again, just as Dreamer arrives and bursts in right behind her, both putting out fires as they keep moving upwards. There are less bodies on the upper floors and Kara can only assume that they got word from the lower floors and managed to flee before the gunmen got to them. Straining her hearing she can hear hushed voices and booted feet skidding through the floor above, several heartbeats thumping hard and many others fainting; she can only assume that they haven’t heard the FBI arrive, since they didn’t have sirens on. She pushes the floor and breaks through the ceiling to reach them as soon as possible, Nia hot on her heels.

Several apartments are on fire, the pungent smell of burnt skin and smoke filling the space, she can hear faint sobs coming from some of them, terror settling heavily in her lungs, a few quiet whimpers can be heard as well. At the end of the hallway there is a tall figure, hadn’t she gotten closer to Lena, she wouldn’t know who that was, now, she’d plague her dreams endlessly for months. The one and only Lilian Luthor is standing right at the end of the hallway, fire dancing on her blue eyes, cold, icy; she’s wearing a long raincoat, her hair in a tidy and complicated updo. What creeps the Girl of Steel the most, however, is her wicked smile, how her lips curl upwards in a scowl, the woman distillates insanity through every pore. Armed gunmen surround her, their clothes stained with alien blood, some of the weapons they are holding are from alien origin and it makes bile rise up the blonde’s throat, how dare she?

Her eyes start glowing with the familiar burn of heat vision and she shoots at the woman, her goons take retaliation and fire back, Dreamer is putting out fires and helping aliens get to safety while the Maiden of Might receives the blunt force of the weapons. The bullets bounce off of her harmlessly, even the alien weapons do very little damage to her skin, she was naïve, however, as one very buffy gunman steps forward and shoots kryptonite bullets at her, she is fast, albeit not fast enough, while she manages to avoid most of the green-glowing bullets one actually hits her, settling right under her left clavicle. White blinding pain searing through her body, everything is turned into a blur, and she feels so tired, as if she had ran a triathlon twenty-seven times (May Rao help her), making her knees weak, she won’t fall here though, keeping herself upright with sheer stubbornness, still using her body as shield so Nia can take as many of them out as possible. Pulling all her strength and determination together with a huge effort, she blows her freeze breath throughout the whole floor, putting out whatever fires were left and destabilizing the armed men, simultaneously allowing the FBI to climb through the stairway to help.

The sounds of a few charges blowing off gets to her ears (Alex!) an added weight of worry hanging on her shoulders, barely allowing her to push forward, landing punches and hooks to whoever dares try to take her down, thank Rao Alex bothered to teach her fighting techniques when she first started her superheroing endeavors, the nauseating crunch of broken bones and splintered arms ringing in her ears. She’s bleeding quite severely, the front of her suit already sticky with blood. Fortunately, Alex with several agents burst through the elevator doors, apparently climbing to get there through the elevator shaft. And opens fire freely to where the Luthor is.  From the stair’s doors several drones, Lena’s drones, she can tell for the logo on the side, trapping Lillian between the agents and her daughter’s own creation. These were the first aid drones, which, thanks to the Irish woman being the genius she is, could improve the voltage they gave for reanimation situations and electrocute the armed men within range. Moving forward in the collective efforts to take the wicked woman down.

Downstairs, at the front of the building, the green-eyed CEO is using a portable quantum computer with several screens to monitor and control her drones, which lays on the hood of one of the FBI’s SUVs. When Alex called her to let her know of the raid and that they may need her help, she certainly didn’t expect to see dear Mother there. When she did, she felt the acrid taste of bile on her mouth, hate towards the woman fueling her, because of course she’d be behind it all, she managed to scan the building with a device of her own creation designed to locate bombs before law enforcement teams bursts into a building. She’s never been prouder of herself than she was when she actually found charges planted on the columns that supported the emergency stairway, which the FBI was going to use to get to the top level, being able to warn them in time. She’s wearing black jeans and a white blouse underneath an FBI-issued bulletproof vest, she can see through the camera of the drones how the FBI leaded by Alex managed to make it in time, before Supergirl, who seems wounded, fell under the force of her stepmother’s sick plot. She also revels on how surprised the woman seemed when she recognized the logo on the flying machines.

Back inside the building worried hazel eyes lock with pained baby blue; Kara retreats to finish helping Dreamer with the victims. Trusting these mighty women with Lillian. From her peripheral sight she can see Alex pull a shield Lena manufactured specifically to protect them from alien weapons. She bursts through the nearest apartment and finds a heartbreaking scene, which she is certain will be seared to her brain, until her death. On the small apartment, barely passing through the doorframe is a Kaupe, death, on the floor, they have bleed profusely, from what she can tell, a big amorphous cut ripping their chest open, smearing their amazing tribal tattoos; using her X-ray vision the hero can see that underneath them is a trapdoor that hides two young Kaupe children, both of them injured. National City’s hero takes little care for the real state property right now, so she breaks through the floor with her fist after sparing a millisecond glance, scooping them both on her arms, maybe she’ll get fast enough to the emergency services, sirens the Kryptonian can already see are from several floors below.

However, she is still very weak from the bullet still poisoning her veins, the Kryptonite has been weakening her since the moment it touched her skin, she may not be fast enough. Taking a breath, she takes them down and turns them to a paramedic, hoping for the best. Returning immediately to the building to keep taking people out, she overheard through one of their radios that Lillian was being taken down, thanks to the timely apparition of J’onn, her and Alex’s space dad, as he was Alex’s mentor while in the FBI, also known as the Martian Manhunter, and someone who had been tasked with the protection of Lena, after everything the woman went through with her brother’s crusade.

Reuniting with Dreamer, both heroes keep checking for people still on the building, they still took out another four, an old couple, a teenager who was high on alien weed, and a middle-aged man who had been trapped. Without missing a beat, she returns to check on the Kaupe children. She should’ve been faster.

All those ones seeing the situation develop from the news channels that have already arrived were showing the same image. The city stopped for a moment, complete silence, not even her heartbeat in her ears. Nothing. Supergirl is kneeled on the floor silent tears streaming down her face, heartbrokenly to anyone who might pay enough attention; she is pale, green veins popping through her face, and her blood is tainting the front of her suit from a wound on her shoulder. She is softly pulling by the waist one of the Kaupe children, who is openly crying, screaming and trying with all their might to get free from the hero’s grasp, kicking and squirming; they are pulling the hand of their sibling, who is being taken away covered in pristine white sheets, their injuries were too severe, they didn’t make it.

Weeks later that night will be remembered as one of the most tragic in the history of the city, but also as the day that marked the start of the biggest outbreak of violence between aliens and humans. Countless lives from both sides would be lost as the seed for real hate towards humans was planted within the alien population, due to that horrifying scene. Right now, as the CEO watches Alex and other agents pull Supergirl upright, with a lot of effort as a result of her weakened state and subsequently separate both children, she feels nothing else but numbness, as if watching everything unfold from someone else’s perspective instead of her front row seat; her drones helped save many, but it was still not enough, she herself has suffered loss but what that child experienced today will mark the rest of their lives, particularly because Kaupe are empaths, she can’t even begin to grasp the fear and pain that child has suffered this night from the untimely death of their parent and sibling.

They haven’t found their other parent. Supergirl is being taken away from de scene, so they can tend to her wounds, the CEO is aware of the bullet that, despite everything, is still embedded in the Kryptonian. The bluest eyes she’s ever seen have never been so dim, colorless and empty, it’s a painful sight to watch, as if all hope and light had been squished from them, maybe it has. The green-eyed woman knows that the hero is blaming herself, the same way she is doing, for not being sharp minded enough to stop her mother. From the slump of the hero’s shoulders she can tell, somehow, that she’s berating herself for not being fast enough, for being injured, she wishes so badly she could tell Supergirl that she cannot predict people’s actions, no matter how hard she tries, and that humans, particularly Lillian, can be very cruel and adamant when fighting for their beliefs. It just plainly sucks. Furthermore, she needs the hero to know, however, that it isn’t her fault, no one is blaming her, no one is entitled to. She doesn’t know how she is so in tune with the hero, or how can she read her so properly, but she doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, as she has to make arrangements for Lillian to rot in prison forever. Sparing one last glance at the hero, emerald-green meets stormy-blue, with as much strength as the hero has, she seems broken, but staring into green she knows there is still a lot to fight for. As the hero is taken away Lena is now certain that Supergirl got her message, things will be alright

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Questo nuovo My Talking Hank Trucchi è fuori proprio ora e tutto pronto per il lavoro per cui è stato creato. Ti porterà più divertimento e ti aiuterà durante il tuo processo per diventare un giocatore migliore. Ci sono molte cose interessanti che vorremmo condividere con voi su questo My Talking Hank Trucco ed è proprio per questo che abbiamo scritto questa breve guida. Vorremmo spiegarvi come potete usarlo e perché è l’opzione migliore per voi.

Informazioni su My Talking Hank Dalla famosa serie Talking Tom and friends- ecco che arriva la nuova incredibile avventura: My Talking Hank. Si tratta di un gioco di animali virtuali che è simile a My Talking Tom o My Talking Angela. In questo gioco vi viene offerta la possibilità di prendervi cura di Hank, che è il cucciolo più carino che abbiate mai visto. Hank ha bisogno che voi siate al suo fianco perché sta andando in un’avventura nelle isole tropicali delle Hawaii e ha bisogno di un partner che lo accompagni. Questo cucciolo è unico nel suo genere, quindi adottalo subito, avrai il più dolce animale domestico come amico. Prenditi cura di lui nutrendolo con cibo delizioso, portalo in bagno e fallo dormire su un’amaca. Hank è il tipo di amico che ama molto la fotografia. Aiutalo a raccogliere le foto di tutti gli animali selvatici che vivono sull’isola. Ce ne sono tanti da scoprire, per esempio il coniglietto bianco, uno sciocco fenicottero o l’ippopotamo Hip Hop. Puoi incontrarli tutti durante il tuo viaggio attraverso diverse parti dell’isola. Per invogliare tutti questi animali ad uscire e a rimanere calmi per qualche istante, giusto il tempo di scattare le foto, è necessario posizionare giocattoli e cibo. Aspetta il momento perfetto e poi scatta le foto. Esattamente come eravate abituati a sentire nei giochi precedenti di questa serie, Hank ripeterà anche tutto quello che dite con una voce esilarante. Lo adorerete sicuramente. Hank porta il divertimento ad un livello superiore, non c’è dubbio su questo. Va costantemente in avventure eccitanti e fa molte altre cose divertenti. Ricorda che si trova nelle meravigliose isole delle Hawaii, un luogo con molti segreti ancora da scoprire. Guarda come è bello, non importa se è giorno o notte. Continua ad esplorare tutte le caratteristiche che questo gioco ha incluso e il modo giusto per addestrare il tuo cane nel miglior modo possibile. Se arrivate a un punto del gioco in cui le cose diventano un po’ più difficili e i livelli più difficili da superare, allora abbiamo la soluzione perfetta. Questo strumento sarà il supporto di cui hai bisogno. Utilizzo di My Talking Hank Trucchi Questo appena rilasciato My Talking Hank Trucchi sta per aggiungere tutti i diamanti e le monete di cui hai bisogno. Molte cose cambieranno drasticamente dopo aver fatto questo come la tua esperienza di gioco e anche il livello di divertimento che hai avuto fino ad ora. Questo ti trasformerà nella migliore versione di te stesso come giocatore di questo gioco e considererai il nostro aiuto ogni volta che incontrerai un altro ostacolo durante questa avventura. Il vantaggio è che non c’è bisogno di preoccuparsi della caratteristica di protezione. È stato tutto curato con l’aiuto di questa caratteristica Anti-Ban che tiene nascosti tutti i vostri dati personali e privati. In questo modo la vostra attenzione rimarrà sul gioco emozionante. Un’altra cosa incredibile che abbiamo ritenuto importante avere è il fattore di compatibilità con qualsiasi dispositivo che possiedi. Quindi, non importa se avete un dispositivo Android o iOS, funzionerà bene su entrambi. Approfitta subito delle caratteristiche di questo My Talking Hank Trucco senza alcun costo. Sì, è vero, questo My Talking Hank Trucchi può essere usato completamente gratis e non ti chiederemo mai di pagarci un centesimo. Non vogliamo che tu abbia alcuna preoccupazione ed è per questo che ci siamo presi cura di tutti i problemi che potrebbero sorgere. Dal primo momento in cui si inizia a utilizzare questo My Talking Hank Trucchi ci si può aspettare di avere un cambiamento di prospettiva quando si tratta di esperienza di gioco. Questo fatto vi piacerà molto. Questo My Talking Hank Trucchi è il supporto giusto per accompagnarti nel tuo viaggio verso la grandezza.

Qualche parola sul My Talking Hank Trucchi

Ciao giocatori! Di fronte a voi c’è il miglior generatore di My Talking Hank Trucchi che potete trovare online in questo momento! Finalmente possiamo presentarvi con orgoglio questo fantastico strumento generatore che può aiutarvi a ottenere molti Diamanti e Monete gratuite. So che questo suona ridicolo ma dopo tante ore di sviluppo di questo strumento di lavoro finalmente siamo in grado di godere in questo trucchi per My Talking Hank! Premete il pulsante qui sotto e sarete reindirizzati alla pagina degli imbrogli. Seguire i passi sulla pagina del generatore o leggere tutto il post del blog sottomano per scoprire come hackerare My Talking Hank e ottenere Diamanti e Monete!

Come utilizzare My Talking Hank Trucchi

Se state ancora leggendo, allora volete avere qualche informazione veloce su come usare questo trucchi, quindi cercherò di descrivere il vostro processo in poche parole. Non è mai stato così facile ottenerne Diamanti e Monete. Questo processo è così semplice che anche un bambino di cinque anni può completare interi passi in pochi minuti e ora vi farò sapere come fare. Il primo passo è già stato fatto. Sei finalmente sul sito migliore per My Talking Hank Trucchi e ora puoi semplicemente rilassarti e divertirti, perché è davvero difficile trovare strumenti di hacking di lavoro al giorno d’oggi! Dopo aver premuto il pulsante ‘Accedi Trucchi’ verrai reindirizzato a questa pagina dove avrai il tuo My Talking Hank Trucchi. Una volta cliccato il pulsante troverai la pagina del generatore e la prima cosa da fare è collegare il tuo account di gioco al generatore. Aspetta un paio di momenti che il generatore colleghi il tuo account. Assicurati di lasciare l’email/nome utente dell’account a destra e seleziona il tuo dispositivo! My Talking Hank Trucchi è il modo migliore per ottenere Diamanti e Monete gratuitamente. Tutto quello che devi fare è usare il generatore collegato qui sotto. E’ molto semplice – devi digitare il tuo nome utente My Talking Hank, scegliere quanti Diamanti e Monete gratuiti vuoi e poi cliccare sul pulsante Continua. L’intero processo è automatizzato e richiede fino a 5 minuti. La connessione con il server è protetta da server proxy e da una crittografia AES a 256 bit, in modo che il tuo account sia completamente sicuro. Spendere il tuo denaro è finalmente giunto al termine! È sempre la stessa situazione. Il gioco è nuovo, ma per andare avanti ci vuole troppo tempo. Sei stanco di giocare così a lungo per fare finalmente progressi. Ecco perché stai pensando di comprare il Diamanti e Monete. Ma non deve essere per forza così nel My Talking Hank, perché con l’trucchi My Talking Hank ti diamo la possibilità di ottenere tutti i Diamanti e Monete gratuiti che vuoi. La cosa migliore di questo Generatore My Talking Hank, tuttavia, è che siete completamente protetti e non dovete avere paura di incantesimi o altro. In Diamanti e Monete trucchi puoi decidere quanti Diamanti e Monete ne vorresti. In pochi minuti lo riceverete direttamente sul vostro smartphone. Per inciso, il Generatore My Talking Hank Diamanti e Monete funziona perfettamente per tutti gli smartphone iOS e Android. Vi fa risparmiare un sacco di tempo, pazienza e soprattutto denaro!

Perché il Diamanti e Monete è così importante?

Con questi potrete semplicemente includere molto più divertimento all’interno del gioco. Potrai ottenere driver migliori e persino sbloccare nuovi personaggi. Purtroppo il gioco è “Paga per vincere”. Questo significa che le possibilità di successo sono molto più alte nel caso in cui siate disposti a spendere dei fondi. Ecco perché abbiamo prodotto un My Talking Hank trucco che si può usare ovunque e in qualsiasi momento. L’trucchi vi offre la possibilità unica di ottenere tutte le cose e le costose valute straniere in gioco completamente gratis. Tutto quello che devi fare è cliccare sul particolare generatore online e non sei pronto ad andare. Scegliete voi stessi il numero di no cost Diamanti e Monete che una persona vorrebbe trovare. Nel giro di poco tempo potresti trovarli. In ogni nostro tutorial abbiamo spiegato esattamente come funziona. Conclusione Per la migliore esperienza, è possibile controllare le recensioni per la credibilità. Questo metodo vi sarà sicuramente utile e vi renderà un giocatore avanzato dello stesso. Speranza, questa guida vi sarà utile e vi permetterà di saperne di più sullo stesso. Se non sapete come progredire, allora potete ottenere gratuitamente Diamanti e Monete utilizzando questo strumento. Assicuratevi di non utilizzarlo più di cinque volte al giorno. In pochi mesi dal rilascio di My Talking Hank è già nella top 10 dei migliori giochi per cellulari per quest’anno. Qualcosa del genere ci si aspettava da un gioco che è stato rilasciato da una casa di gioco rispettabile. Il gioco ha avuto un successo esponenziale nonostante l’incredibile concorrenza che ha avuto nell’anno in corso. Continueremo a mantenere il nostro trucchi per mantenere felici i nostri visitatori. Grazie per aver letto il nostro articolo. Saluti!

My Talking Hank Trucchi Caratteristiche:

Aggiungi un numero illimitato Diamanti e Monete Supporto iOS, Supporto Android, Sicuro al 100% con la nostra protezione Anti-Ban, Facile da usare, Un design fantastico, My Talking Hank Trucchi ha ricevuto aggiornamenti regolari, Molto veloce – generare risorse in pochi secondi!

Come hackerare My Talking Hank

Infine, lancia il nostro My Talking Hank Trucchi, quindi segui le istruzioni e goditi la quantità illimitata di Diamanti e Monete! Fare clic sul pulsante “Accedi Trucchi” qui sotto Digitate il vostro nome utente e scegliete il sistema del dispositivo e cliccate su “Connetti”. Inserire l’importo di Diamanti e Monete Aspetta qualche secondo, l’trucchi sta lavorando per te ora! Godetevi il vostro Diamanti e Monete su My Talking Hank In primo luogo, grazie per aver utilizzato i nostri strumenti – se vi piace, lasciate i simili, iscrivetevi ai nostri canali youtube e condividete il nostro lavoro sui social media. Questo ci spingerà a fare un altro strumento di hacking! Controllate anche i nostri altri imbrogli qui!