#fire doesnt hurt him and he definitely doesn’t burn easy if at all but over heating is still a possibility

[firefinding]

hc + summer

-> Natsu likes summer the best but he has to be careful during the season.

-> When he’s in colder seasons he doesn’t have much an issue feeling cold but that doesn’t stop him from being a little more sluggish than normal. It’d not that noticeable and really doesn’t affect his fighting but he picks less fights and sleeps more especially in the winter

-> The summer is his peak because it’s warm and perfect for running around and having a good brawl outside. The reason why I say he has to be careful is because he can overheat. It’s stupidly rare and he’s more susceptible to it if he gets sick (another reason why he’s not so big on winter) but he’s still (uh sorta?) human(????) human enough at least that if he isn’t careful his temperature can get too high. If it’s super hot outside he stays in more. His body runs so warm that where normally he can regulate everything there are just some days that are too much even for him

-> But, again, it’s stupid rare for him to over heat. He’s gone years learning to regulate his body’s temperature with his magic and he keeps up with stuff like drinking water and shopping for shade on long trips. In fact, most people have never actually seen him overheated cause it hasn’t happened since he was like a little kid first getting used to the fire power he was given. He learned pretty quick that if Igneel said it was time to stop playing for a water break the feral little fuck needed to listen

[kingcrossbones]

You know what i want to see? Fanfics about Brock in the hospital being taken care of by a nurse (male or female, doesnt matter) i want him to see his now ugly face and be upset over it. I want to see him lash out at the nurse when s/he tries to help him use the bathroom or feed him to assert his manhood. I want to see him broken and angry; to see that rage and vengefulness brew within him. I always see fanfics focused on the good guys but what about the bad guys? They fucking matter too 😡

That is an absolutely fantastic idea, hope you don’t mind I did a take on that and wrote for you this little ficlet. Hope you like it and don’t hesitate to send feedbacks of any sorts. I appreciate it all. 💙💙💙

Machines buzz away and somewhere between the sheets, his heart, is beating slow and distan. Echoes of steps running up and down a corridor but he doesn’t want to open his eyes, or can’t. He’s not sure. Another day passes, though, he cannot tell and shimmers of bright lights pierce beneath his eyelids and opens his eyes, welcomed buy nothing but a blank white ceiling that does not care. He tried to move but everything hurts and he could only grunt in pain as he sees with the corner of his eyes someone in a white coat approaching and a needle makes him forget everything as his eyes fall shut all over gain.Days pass, but the pain seems to turn into some more noticeable sensations, other than just blinding pain. There is heat and an icy chillness dancing across his skin, wondering how the hell can he be able to feel both at the same time. Cold sweats and shivers waking him up in the middle of the night and as he tries to move, the door always opens and a hand touches something. He thinks it’s his hand but the feeling is strange- somehow further away from his senses, as if he’s touched in another room and he’s not even there. 

It’s morning. A blue eyed boy sits quietly, reading a newspaper. The corridors outside and all this… hospital, is quiet as a tomb. Vague flashes of memory come back to him and he knows, it has to become worse, pretty soon. With a grunt he shifts, the boy, quickly casting the news paper aside with a rustling noise that fills the air. He stands up and helps him up to a more comfortable position, as much as he could, anyway, but there are definitely improvements in his recovery. Brock doesn’t say a word as he becomes aware that he has bandages around his head. He just listens to the blue eyed boy that stares back at him with a strange glee in his eyes.Harry Osborn, the young man says his name is. “As I’ve heard of your… astounding survival, I’ve personally made agreements to bring you here, Mister Rumlow.” He slowly paces the room. Brock’s eyes fall over his own body and seeing the state he’s in, he would gasp, move, say something… but he cannot. “You’ve been in a terrible accident and you are here in my father’s hospital.” the other explains with keen interest. Brock sighs and the tiredness falls over him again as his eyelashes fall heavily once again as soon as he notices the boy pressing a button. The image of his smiling lips and twinkling eyes, fading into the familiar darkness.

After days, maybe weeks even, Brock finally finds the strength to move but chooses not to. He hasn’t spoken a word since he woke up. His mind wondering about, trying to remember and at the same time to forget. He knows that he has to get up and get over himself and all his thoughts of confusion as he cannot form a full memory in his fuzzy mind. He does not even think when he slides off the bed, a nurse immediately seeing his movements, rushes to help him. His feet feel strange, unused… He grunts and tears his hand away as she tries to hold him up. He’s still too proud for this crap. He’s not fuckin invalid, just a little wounded- at least that’s what he tells himself. Dragging himself over to the bathroom, he is surprised to see that there is no mirror there and squints his eyes at the white wall, starting to annoy him with that unimpressed blankness. He clutches hard onto the door nob and slams the door shut so loud that the nurse is visibly startled and mumbling, starts to slide out the room but he’s much faster than she gives him credit and filled with morphine, he doesn’t feel that bad either. He punches the wall next to her head and leans over her with a snarl. “What the hell happened and why is there no mirror here?” “I-I…” the woman mumbles with fearful eyes as two more nurses approach, attempting to immobilize him but Brock raises his hands “Hey, hey… easy, easy… I just have some questions and someone better fuckin answer them.”

Seeing that there is no point to arguing with him, entitled to be in the know, he is informed but he badly wishes that he wasn’t, really. Brock steps back and sits on the edge of the bed. “Give me a mirror.”“But-” one of the nurses begins “NOW!” Brock lashes out and they all straighten immediately and fall into silence at once. With careful gestures one of the brings the mirror over to him. He, of course, has no fuckin patience seeing how slowly she’s extending it to him and snatches it out of her hand. When his eyes fall on his image, Brock cannot breathe. His mind, the room, the hallway- is drowned in an unnavigable silence, unbearable and heavy as that building that fell on his face. His jaw tenses and the only thing he can think of right now is…. “And Jack?” he asks, words strained, cutting the silence raw as it bleeds over the white uncaring walls. The nurses lower their heads, one of them shakes it slowly. 

He screams, screams harder than he ever did before. Smashing the mirror into pieces against the floor beneath his feet. Small reflections of himself stare back at him in indescribable pain. He does not stop here, he cannot. The pain is too much and this time it’s not even his body hurting. His insides feel like liquid fire, his mind in a blender that he cannot, for the life of him, stop. Guilt and sorrow stabbing his heart until he cannot scream anymore. Falling to the floor, his eyes tear up as he crouches in on himself. Kneeling in front of the broken mirror that only reminds him of just how broken he really is on the inside. Brock grunts violently and is onto his feet before any of the girls think of crossing the space between them. He grabs the nearest thing that he can grasp. The chair flies out of his hand, smashing into the window. The nurses start to scream and to scurry out the room but Brock grabs a handful of one of the girls’ hair and with a piece of mirror cuts he face, from temple to her jaw. Blood starts pouring out from the wound and Brock licks her face while the nurse screams in pain and fear. He shoves her outside the room and all of this goes on for hours. Smashing and destroying every piece of breakable thing he can find in his path, as the blue eyed boy watches from the distance. Behind him guards and nurses with fearful eyes are held back as Harry insists for them to leave. 

Brock, drained of energy and will, glares about the ruins that he caused, over the broken window and the torn drape, fluttering softly in the evening breeze. He’s lost everything.Nothing can save him and everything hurts…He feels desolated, like the storm of death roamed over his life and decided not to take him, just like that. He sighs and feels helpless as a lonely tear flows down a burned face that he can no longer recognize, nor feel the tears, if not for the burning in his eyes. He blinks the stingy feeling from his eyes and steps closer to the edge. Brock glares over the city, looking at the world through the hole that loss has stabbed into his heart…In the silence that surrounds him, footsteps echo softly behind him, calm and gentle and he does not look back. He doesn’t even care what happens to himself anymore…“Sir, I think I have an idea.”  the blue eyed boy murmurs softly behind him. 

[missjackil]

One Year.... One year ago this month, I was introduced to these AMAZING gentlemen, and life has never been the same! I don’t recall the exact day it happened, but I do know it was March, 2016, 

This is how it started... It was a very cold, snowy winter here in NJ last year, so my life long friend Dawn, my daughter Sarah, and I started binge watching different series on Netflix. Dawn first suggested this show Supernatural, which I had only heard of in passing a few times over the years, but she had watched since the beginning. She said I would love it, the brothers  are hot, they hunt monsters and demons, delve a lot into Religion, which is a big interest of mine, I even have a degree in Theology, and am legally ordained. I checked the title on Netflix and saw it had 10 seasons available, and I said  “Nah, that’s a pretty big commitment, I dont think I could stay interested in a show that long” then Dawn informed me, that it was still on the air and in season 11. Not my cup of tea, so I declined. She next suggested Nurse Jackie, which was really good, but so easy to burn through. I got the next pick and picked House MD which had been mine, and my daughter Sarah’s favorite series to date.  This was a longer series than Nurse Jackie, 8 seasons instead of 7, and hour long episodes, as opposed to half hour. This took almost 2 months to get through. While watching this series again, I would keep commenting how much I loved the bromance between House and Wilson, to wish Dawn would always reply “The you will LOVE Sam and Dean!!” So since she had next pick, I agreed to give Supernatural a try.  And this is what happened... *CRASH BOOM BANG  <heavy flop>* “Wooooaaah easy tiger” “Dean?” Yeah, these boys are freakin adorable, and Im gonna love this bromance. I thought Dean was hot, and Sam was cute. Too young for me to think he was hot (me being 49 at the time) but I felt like the monsters and a lot of the horror was pretty lame, and sometimes even cheesy, though I did enjoy the chemistry the boys had with each other, and found Sam’s psychic visions to be an interesting element, I didn’t think I would stay interested for very long.  For a while, we were only watching 2-3 episodes at a time, a couple times a week when Dawn would come over. Near the end of S1 I told her I didn’t think I wanted to continue. She asked me to PLEASE give it to the end of season 2 and if I still didnt like it, we could find something else. As promised, I did become more interested in S2. The humor was funnier, the acting got better, and the bromance was hotter, and the emotional moments were even more heart breaking. The first episode that left a really big impression on me was Born Under a Bad Sign. Until then, I knew Sam had psychic powers, and his father was worried he would turn dark, and left it on Dean’s shoulders to save him or kill him (good idea John, what the hell) and this episode was probably showing Sam go bad. I didnt want that, I liked the boys and I wanted to like both of them and not have to start thinking of Sam as evil, but he was soooooo creepy in that episode! I was so afraid he was going to rape Jo, fortunately he didn’t, but that “My daddy shot your daddy in the heeeaad” thing gave me the willies! I was so uncomfortable with this “Dark Sam” I thought maybe I couldnt continue. Dawn didnt want me to stop just yet, but didnt want to give me spoilers, she told me “Don’t worry, Sam and Dean are the GOOD guys and Sam is a REALLY good guy” so I continued. When it was discovered that Sam was possessed, I found that very interesting, I didn’t think the boys would ever succumb to the evil things, just kick their asses all the time, though I assumed theyd have their own asses kicked sometimes, I never thought the show would allow the heroes to really suffer.... boy was I wrong huh??  I recall my first noticing that Sam was hot and built like a truck, in Heart, and it was also the first time I really cried. I remember telling Dawn, I will watch it when she comes over but Im watching it on my own too, because now Im much more interested, but I also said “it’s kind of a bummer knowing the boys wont die, that will take away from the suspense and emotional moments when it’s feared they might die, and I remember her giving me this look... she said “trust me, you know nothing”. She was right ... All Hell Breaks Loose 1 & 2 had me sobbing! When Sam dies in Dean’s arms and Dean sobs into his neck, I dont think Ive ever seen such intense, realistic  grief on a TV show. And then Dean goes and sells his soul for Sam!! This turned what I thought was a “My brother is my best friend” love into a “Id willingly spend eternity in fire and torment, to have one more year with my brother” love. That was a big turning point for me. I new Id watch it till the end and couldnt wait for those long days off when I could just binge all day long.  Then Season 4 happened... I dont know when exactly it happened, or which episode it was, but somewhere early in S4, I discovered the most amazing thing. I woke up one day and realized I am madly in love with Sam Winchester! And to top it off, I was hopelessly addicted and obsessed with SPN! I wont give a rundown of how each season hit me, but its been a crazy, emotional, tragically painful, beautful roller coaster that I have no intentions to ever get off of. By the time I got to S9 and started seeing the episodes dwindle away, I didnt want to finish too fast, yet I wanted to keep binging, so thats when I decided to start rewatching. ration out the newer episodes so I dont finish too fast, and binge the ones Ive already seen, and Ive done that continiously since then, and that was in May. By the end of June, I had watched everything on Netflix and purchased all of S11 On Demand and just kept finishing and starting over, rinse, repeat.  What I have learned... I mean no disrespect to Dean, I love him... but, if he ever says “As long as Im around, nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you” ... just RUN!! He said this to Sam in S1 and things just unraveled fast for poor Sam. I dont think there are many bad things LEFT that haven't happened to Sam, and we still have at least 2 more seasons to go!!!  To me, Sam is the most beautiful, kind, selfless, brave character ever. Yet, he can be a little selfish on occasion, but if you needed any of the duct tape and safety pins that hold him together, he wouldnt think twice about giivng them to you. He is scared fairly often, but it’s never stopped him from facing any big bad monster life could hand him.Season 10 was definitely not his most attractive season (that hair?? WHAT??) and if you piss him off, he can viciously sting with his words at the very least, or be brutally lethal with his hands when need be. He is a full on nerd, but not the least bit pretentious about it. He doesnt think he is better than anyone, and maybe even not as good as most. He is brilliant, but wont ever make you feel stupid. He is the sweetest, kindest gentleman you’ll ever meet, but 100% badass as well. But most of all. he loves Dean with everything in his life. He will never leave him (again) for anyone. If he ever finds a significant other, they will have to accept him and Dean as One person. Package deal and thats it.  To me, Dean is a rock. He rarely ever changes, This isn’t a bad thing. This compliments Sam, who is ever changing. Dean doesn’t live inside his head. He expresses his feelings more physically than with words, though he isnt one to mince words if you need to hear it. He’s emotional, not afraid to cry, but maybe afraid of who he allows to see it. He’s not perfect, he has made a lot of poor choices for himself and for Sam as well, but never with any ill intent (other than when influenced by a Supernatural force) He is a sweetheart, who unfortunately carries too much baggage. In Regarding Dean I feel like I met the REAL Dean that is lost under decades of pain, lossm and never ending violence. He can piss me off big time, but I forgive him because Sam does, and the most important thing in his world is Sam. There is nothing he wouldnt do, nor lines he wouldnt cross for Sam, and I believe he would give Sam anything in his power if Sam would simply ask.  What I think of the side characters  Cas, Crowley, Rowena, Bobby, etc.. all good characters who bring a lot of interest to the show, but none are strong enough characters to have their own storylines apart from Sam and Dean. Their side stories arent very interesting. I would watch a show that was only Sam and Dean (which is what I prefer) but I wouldnt watch a show that was only Cas or Crowley or whomever. They should support Sam and Dean and thats it, in my opinion.

What I have learned about the Fandom... Supernatural is the Holy Reaches of Heaven to them and they are Religions. Separate groups of individuals, expressing their love for the show and the characters in different ways. Some SPN religions are open and accepting, and some are vicious and hateful. Everyone gets different things from different parts of the series, but some of these religions, think their thoughts are the best and only True Canon even when sometimes, their thoughts are not canon at all. There are some fun, silly, kind loving fans in the SPN Family, and I have met a few, but Ive also seen some unnecessarily hatefull, mean spirited individuals who I cant consider family. SPN belongs to me, and it belongs to you. Take from it what you take from it... blog your blogs, go meta crazy, ship your ships, and write the shit out of fan fic... but please dont belittle and berate those who think differently. It is a ficitonal show, no one is going to go to Hell or be arrested for their views on it. If you don’t like it, dont watch it, but let those who do still love it, like myself, enjoy it while they can. Don’t go trying to hurt our feelings with “It should end!!” because someday it will, we know this, but we want it to live on for as long as J2 are happy to do it, and even then, it’s gonna hurt like the death of a loved one to see it go, so try to be more considerate okay? If you stayed to read ALL of this, You are precious to me :) and thank you!