#okay definetly not the masses

[neon-danger]

me, writing: no no I can’t use that phrase I used it in a oneshot three years ago and I don’t want the readers to think my fics are boring and repetitive

readers: oh sick, porn!

[romanarose]

Fall of the Angel

Robert Brown x reader

Summary: Rob's always wanted everything Pat has, so when Pat introduces Robert to his niece and asks him to watch out for you, he knows he need to have you too.

Warnings and content: Corruption kink, innocent reader, dumbification, humiliation, degradation, piv sex, semi public sex, unprotected cream pie, implied age gap not specified but reader is in her 20's, Robert is a bit of an asshole but thats Robert tbh.

Immersability: Reader is younger, and much shorter than Robert. I know Oscar wears lifts in the movie but that still puts him at like 5'10 if he's lucky so having someone whose making him feel tall is a point to his ego. No offense to my fellow tall girls, but I'm 5'9 and I don't feel like Robs the kinda guy to date someone taller than him XD Reader is Pat's niece. IDK what race he's meant to be playing in TBAA, but given that Pedro is Latino, do with that what you will. If that takes you out of it, I'm sorry.

A/N: This is back in Robs investment banker days, before becoming a chiropractor and the events of the movie. This is when he's still just an asshole but a charming asshole.

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It was Pat's fault, really.

Pat was one of the few people who knew he wasn't what he seemed. To the outside world, Robert was... what did Iron Man call himself? A billionaire genius playboy philanthropist? Yeah, that. Minus playboy. Well, definetly playboy, but he kept that on the downlow. To the rest of the world he was cutting ribbons at the openings of youth shelters he donated mass amounts of money too, giving speaches about how he'd grown up homeless and was able to pull himself up with the help of his community and become the man he was and that's why it was so important help youths, donate, donate, donate!

Only in real like, Robert never received help, he did it all on his own. Bootstraps and the American dream.

In real life, him and Patt weren't just out their kissing babies and donating millions, they were involved in less than legal business with some dangerous men and Pat wanted out. He's got his wife now, a pretty young thing... she was good for him, and as much as Rob wanted to be happy for him, he couldn't. He wanted his life, he wanted his wife, Clara, and he wanted the baby on the way. That is why Pat was leaving.

What he wasn't expected was the neck on the door, opening it to find a frenzied Pat on the other side with a small young girl behind him.

You

You were striking, demur with your eyes cast down and hands clasped in front of you; short, even if you weren't next to Pat's height.

"What's going on, Patrick?"

That's how you ended up in his care. You were Patrick's niece and you had recently been wrapped up in some trouble, trouble Patrick needed to handle, and he wanted to make sure you were safe in the meantime while he traveled back to LA. Rob agreed to take you in, opening up on of his several spare bedrooms he had. Your uncle Pat told Rob to get him whatever he needed and he'd pay him back, but Rob insisted it was no big deal.

As soon as Rob set his sights on you, he knew he was about to spend all his money making you his. Now, he just had to get to the real you.

"Now, what's a nice, pretty young thing like you doing causing trouble for your uncle like that?"

Your lips pouted as your smooth young face creased at the eyebrows. "I didn't do anything! I swear!"

He stepped closer. "Well then why does Pat have to fly across the damn country to fix it?"

"It was my boyfriend okay! He got mixed up with some bad people."

"Boyfriend?" Another step. She was short, making him feel much taller than he was. He liked that it clearly intimidated her as she looked up at him with a flustered expression, your cute, pink and white dress adding to your innocence.

"Ex-boyfriend." You corrected yourself, looking down. "He kinda threw me under the bus when things went south" He look up at him again only to find him standing right in front towering over you. "But I don't know or do anything! I swear!"

He assured you. "It's okay, sweet thing, I believe you." Robert's words were soothing. His whole manner of being was relaxing to you, it said 'it's okay, I'll handle it.' And handle things he had. With most of your things in LA and no family left but your dear uncle Patrick and Aunt Clara, you didn't have a lot, so Robert took you out shopping. He insisted money was no object, but you were sticking to modest budget.

"You know, I have an event tonight... I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you, why don't you come with me, be my date."

You lit up at that, the idea that he wants to be seen with you, to be on his arm all dressed up... you wanted him to see you not as a child to take care of, but a woman. You wanted him to look at your like Uncle Patrick looked at Aunt Clara.

"I would love that!" You squeal. "Will one of these dresses do the trick?"

Robert laughed at your naivety. "No, sweet thing if you're going to be on my arm, we're going to doll you up. I don't know how your little boyfriend lets you go out, but it's only the best with me."

Your heart flutters at the idea. Steve never bought you nice things... You think of the clothing you bought and yeah, he was right, none of it would do to be seen with a man like him.

"Okay... I don't really know fashion. Could you pick something out for me? You know these things so much better than me?"

Robert smiled. "Of course, I'll pick out something nice for you, don't you worry." He loved that you trusted him to take care of things. You let him order for you, you let him choose the stores, you let him pay, you sought his approval on all the clothes, and now you'd go so far as pick the whole outfit. He would do right by you. He had been paying close attention to your style, sure to pick out something that complimented your skin, hair and eyes but also your own personal tastes. He wants you to be comfortable, feel pretty like you are.

Only thing he changed was dolling it up a bit. You had a stunning figure and he wanted to make sure that was shown off. He wanted to be the subject of locker room talk the same way people talked about how lucky Patrick was.

"Mr. Bro- uh, Robert?" He had been trying to get you to stop calling him Mr. Brown all day.

Robert walked up to the door of the changing room. "Yes, my dear?"

"I think it's um... I think it's too small?"

That he knew it wasn't. "I don't think so, are you sure you're wearing it right?"

"I don't... I don't know..." Your voice sounded wobbly. "I'm sorry I think I'm too bi-"

"Stop right there, sweet girl, if it doesn't fit that doesn't mean there's something wrong with you... may I come in?"

"Y-yeah." You unlocked the door, allowing Robert to step in. The door closed automatically behind him. "Now let me- oh, darling girl..." He saw the tears in your sweet eyes, and knew how frustrating a dressing room could be for a young woman. He took the opportunity, placing a soft hand on your cheek and wiping away a tear. "Beautiful girl, it's alright... do you trust me to take care of it?"

You nodded, and Roberts hands went chastely to your dress. "Now, see, here is the problem." He adjusts your dress. Pull the bottom up, pull the top down. When it's settled, it zips up perfectly fine.

"Oh. Isn't this a bit..." You hesitated on the words. The dress was long, but now the slit slid up to just below your hip bone and the top showed off most of your cleavage. You look back to him for assurence. "What underwear would I even wear?"

Robert couldn't help but chuckle; you were stunning, he could keep his hands off you from where he had adjusted the dress, and his eyes roamed your body. It wasn't lost on you, your skin heating up to his touch. "We could get you a thong..." He took your lacy underwear in his hands at the slit and pulled it up, over your hip bone and under the cover of the dress. "Wear it like this?"

"T-that..." You begin to stutter, chest flush at his intimate touch, cornered in the small dressing room. "Might work..."

"Or..." Robert texted his bounds, sliding his hands back under the grab to grip at your panties again, feeling the soft lace between his hand as your soft skin grazed his knuckles. He locked eyes with you. "You could just..." He began to tug it down lower, keeping eye contact. "Go without?"

You swallowed hard, your panties dropping to the ground but his hand planted firmly on your bare thigh. Don't mess this up, be a big girl... "I think... I think I'd like that..."

Robert slowly began to caress your thigh, leaning closer so that your back rested against the wall. "Yeah?" He whispered, breath hot against your skin as his lips grazed over your cheeks, heat pooling between your legs since the moment he entered the intimate space.

"Yeah."

Robert slotted his lips over yours, kissing once, twice, three times a peck on the lip before deepening it, over taking all your senses as he kneaded your ass with his large hand. "Good fucking girl." His voice was low and quite, and when his hand went between your legs they spread without question, causing him to groan. "Ohhhh good fucking girl, you were just- ugh your fucking wet- justing waiting for a real man to come take care of you, weren't you?"

His fingers expertly played with you, toying with folding, rubbing your swollen bud with his thumb until you were a panting mess.

"Please," He begs. "Let me having you."

"Here?" You question, but right now you'd do anything for him, anything to please him.

"Here." Robert slides the slit of you dress open, revealing your bare pussy and pulling a broken, shuttering exhale to fall from his lips. "God, I need you, need you so fucking bad."

You agree. "Yes, yesyesyesyesyes, please!"

Robert's figure encases you, his height falling over you as his shoulders cover far past your width, you felt small, protected, cared for. Hitching one of your legs up on the seat of dress room, Robert buckled himself and tugs his hard cock out of it confines where it had been half hard at the sight of you all day and shoves it right into you.

"Oh!" You cry out, but Roberts hand covers your mouth. "Gotta be quite, sweet thing, can't let them know your whoring yourself out for a pretty dress."

You nod, but secretly hope he keeps his hand on your, keeps degrading you... Sex with Steve was so boring, this had thrill.

He needed stop. "Dumb little girl just needs to be taken care of, huh?" You whine an affirmation into his hand, nodding a bit as he fucked int your core.

"Of course you do, baby, now behave." He removed his hand from your mouth only to grip both of your thighs, lifting your whole body up and onto the wall where he held you there. There new angle made you cry out again, choking on air and he punctured you.

A tsk tsk tsk clicks from his mouth, and he stops his movements causing you to whine. "Now, baby what did I tell you about making noise."

"I'm sorry." You sob in a whisper. "It just feels so, ohhhh."

He started up again. "I know, baby doll, I know..." He nipped your neck, but noting so much to cause a mark. That would look trashy, and he couldn't have his girl look trashy. "But I'm going to take care of you, alright? From now on, I'm going to take care of everything. You don't need to have a single thought in your- oh fu-uh-uh-uh-ck- your pretty little head. You want that?"

Not daring to open your mouth lest you disappoint him being loud, you just nod. This is what you've wanted, what you've needed. No more boys, you needed a man.

"Need you to come, sweet girl"

"What about the dress."

"Princess, I'll buy this dress ten times over of it means you cum on my cock."

That was all you needed, cumming hard enough you bite into his shoulder to muffle your scream as he fills you up. You weren't on birth control but you didn't care. Part of you hoped it would take, that he'd make you his pretty little housewife and provide for you, while you nurture and care for him and the baby... As your fantasies slipped away, Robert carried your to the bench and set you down, knowing your legs wouldn't hold your weight.

"Such a good girl for me, such a perfect, lovely girl." He dropped to his knees before you spread your legs again and cleaning you up with his mouth. When he was satisfied, Robert made his way up to kiss you once more. He pulled back for a moment, straightening up enough so that he was standing tall over and opened your mouth with his thumb. He spit a combination of yours and his cum into your mouth. "We taste fucking perfect together."

Robert helped you undress and redress in your regular clothes, telling you to lift your arms when he placed the dress over you, pulling down securely over your body. "Pretty girl..." Robert complimented, straighten up your hair so not a shred of you looked indecent before he opened the door.

"Mr. Brown," You whisper, the formal title making his cock stir once again. He needed to get you home to fuck you proper. "People are staring..."

"Let them stare." He kissed the crown of your head. "No one will never say shit to you while you're with me, I promise you that. You're mine now, sweet thing, and I protect what's mine."

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Breeding kink Rob anyone?!?!

teehee! Anyway, I hope you liked it!!! I just whiped it up today before and after going to the pumpkin patch so its nothing crazy <3

@runa-falls @soft-girl-musings @my-secret-shame @whatthefishh @swiftiegirliepop @winniethewife @campingwiththecharmings

[shshshquietnow]

Display whump woo! Kicking off the new year right, after... a week or so. And a tricky more calculating whumpee, that's fun too.

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Coal-Black Catch III

Contents: display whump, non sexual non con touching, child whumpee, angel whumpee, demon whumper, dehumanization.

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It wasn't long before a demon finally walked into the room. And Kiran's plan had worked: turn off the lights and hide behind their wings in the corner closest to the door. And they weren't a coward, of course not, but it would be stupid to try to escape now. It was better to build trust and THEN strike, especially since they were so much weaker than just about everyone here.

No, Kiran just wanted a moment to take in whoever they'd be dealing with before the demon saw them.

The lady wasn't as tall as Andras, but made up for it in ten times more gold on her twisting horns and neat tail. She walked in a proper way, her hair all perfect and twirly. She had a mean expression on her face, hissing as she lit the candles in the room. Unlike Andras's purple or most other demons' reds and pinks, this lady was blue. Once there was light, she saw the mass of black feathers, glaring.

... they had been expecting Andras. This place looked like his office, who was this lady...

"You. Up."

Kiran scrambled to their feet, pressing their wings to their back. Well... in heaven it was proper to make wings look smaller to authority, though no one else HERE had wings so the rules could be different...

But that's what this for. This is to figure out some rules, trial and error is all. Figure out how to talk to demons, how to get away efficiently and...

Okay. And to figure out how demons and humans interact. Not that Kiran could pass as a human- though, if angels weren't common like Andras said (though they don't know how smart they think the demon is) they could probably lie enough to pass by assuming their wings were hidden- but if they got exiled for asking how to help humans, they were going to find out a way to help, damnit-

Kiran was ripped out of their thoughts by the demon grabbing their face and twisting it to the side, dragging a manicured finger along their chin line. "Pretty eyes at least... a bit more... grey than I was expecting, and skinnier than a stick-"

They rubbed their jaw once the lady let go. Well, not let go as much as nearly throw to the ground. "Miss- miss, who are-"

"Oh shit, you talk." The lady looked at Kiran, almost disgusted. It quickly passed though, as she grabbed Kiran by the shoulders, turning them. Her hands were soft and she she didn't look very strong, but she was very firm in handling the angel. "Hm. That'll be easier later then. Come."

Kiran blinked as the lady began walking to the door. "To where?"

"Wow, I'm already annoyed with that voice of yours," the lady gave Kiran a dead look, which definetly didn't make them shrink into their shoulders. "To a dressing room, if you must know. I'm Andras's tailor so that makes me... your tailor."

Kiran picked up the note of distaste there. Why... why why why... angel. Fallen angel, this tailor thinks she's above dressing up... a doll. She was dressed just as nice as Andras was- almost as nice as him in the paintings, she either is or thinks she's really important.

They got up without another word, following the lady. The lady went on, talking rather loudly of things she liked and didn't like about Kiran's appearance, things she wanted to see Kiran in (though they didn't quite understand most of those words), even things she'd want to do to their wings and things she'd use their feathers to decorate...

... Kiran decided they didn't like this lady.

But after a minute or so of walking, the lady let out a groan. First Kiran heard Andras's voice, then they saw him walking towards the two in a looser poet's shirt, sweating slightling and breathing heavy supposedly from sparring. "Hello Claudia... and Kiran? My, you brought them here all the way to see me? I'm flattered."

"Actually-" Kiran jumped in. They wanted to test something... and probably a good note with their more official "owner" wouldn't hurt. And they didn't much like Claudia. "We were going to go to a dressing room."

"I didn't realize the thing could talk-" Claudia snarled, making Kiran's heart race. Though she made no move... either in interest to not mark Kiran... or because she didn't want to touch them with Andras right there. "But yes. Just like you instructed Lord Andras-"

"I said to take them AFTER I inspected them in my office," Andras pointed out, a little sing song. He was utterly childish turns out. It seems he liked displaying his power even above other demons. It seemed quite stupid. "I'll take the angel from here, thank you Miss Claudia."

The demon but out a smile, doing an awkward curtsey to Andras and looking Kiran up and down one more time before walking off haughtily. Andras put his hand on their shoulder and steered them back to the office, as Kiran made double sure they knew the way to that point from the starting place.

Andras motioned for Kiran to take a seat, sitting himself down in the large chair behind the desk and putting his feet up. Immature. "You're a little less well trained than I thought, hm? Next time another demon tells you to go somewhere, you tell them I'm the only one that tells you where to go, okay? I like a place for everything, and everything in its place, if you're familiar with the saying."

Kiran nodded. Looks like that can't be a card to play if they find themselves somewhere they shouldn't be. But that's right, Andras likes talking, arrogant.

"Right!" Andras smiled with sharp teeth, clapping his hands once. "Other rules... you'll be calling me master. I'm master of all things at this manor, but while Lord Andras is fine enough for the demons to call me, master is MUCH more meaningful from you. And for now you may speak and ask what questions you may, I find it endearing. Reminds me... or a little rabbit, though I'm not sure why. Rabbits can't speak!"

Andras took a moment to laughter at his own... Kiran honestly hesitated to call that a joke. But they spoke lightly, should figure out if that's a trap right away. "Who is Claudia? Is she your tailor? Why am I getting dressed-"

"Oh! Yes Claudia, that old rag..." Andras thought for a moment. "Yes, she's my personal tailor so I thought it fitting she make your outfits as well. I'll have you time scheduled to meet with her in the dressing rooms and such, let the witch work her magic. And thank you for reminding me! I have only two exceptions to the talking thung,can you remember them for me sweetheart?"

"Yes?" Kiran nodded. They weren't as unsure as they let on, just wanting to look unassuming, before Andras raised an eyebrow at them. Right. "... yes master."

The demon returned to smiling, somehow more smug than before. "Good. Now obviously you may not speak to me while I'm in a meeting. However you may speak if we are around other demons during free time, but only to me. Though... I suppose you may speak if other demons ask you questions when I'm not there, and if you need to tell them about that other rule we discussed."

"Why can't I talk to other demons WHEN you're with me?" Kiran tilted their head. That seemed like a weird line to draw.

"Well you're my pet! Your attention should be on me~" Andras purred. That was right, arrogant and prideful. "One more rule for now: I brought you here to look pretty if you'll remember?"

Andras twirled his finger in a circle behind them... oh. Kiran sat up straight and unfolded their wings.

... and then kept stretching them out until Andras wasn't looking murderous. By the time his smile returned they were straining to keep their wings in position.

"Good!" Andras clapped, standing up to go to the more open area of the office, motioning for Kiran to follow. He stopped right in front of the door before turning to face the angel. "Now..."

He pointed at the ground, by his feet.

"Sit."

... Kiran wasn't foreign to the concept of kneeling as a sign of respect. But this... to a demon of all things? It was just humiliating.

"Kiran." Andras said inba low hiss. Right, it was still just... hard to believe they were actually standing there being told to... "I said now."

Kiran bit their tongue and sat criss cross on the floor, taking care to keep their wings out. Andras was a fool and once Kiran got enough info they'd be easily able to slip out... but being a prideful idiot with that much power made it dangerous to not pay attention to everything going on.

Andras knelt down, cooing at Kiran and ruffling their hair. They resisted the urge to lean away from the touch as he cupped their face. "Oh you're perfect... come now sweetheart, I'll lead you to Claudia's room, I want to give her my input."

He stood back up, sighing as he made his way over to the door, long and dramatic. "Of course, this will be more fun once we get you a leash and collar, more safe too. I must get word out to the demons you belong to me now, but I've no clue what they'd want with a cute little fallen angel like you. Take my hand."

Kiran hesitated, taking his clawed hand. Andras pulled them closer so they'd be walking right behind him, and they walked.

Suck it up just a little longer... play nice, play dress up, get maybe some food and water... figure out how to fly without divine aid, and jump out the window and blend in with the night.

Just stay vigilant, keep an eye out. Kiran would escape, and Kiran would be double damned if they didn't help a human out while they were here.

[yatsugareboyf]

hello, could i request a one shot or head cannons (whichever one is easier for you to write 😊) about Chuuya from bsd where he accidentally injured his s/o while he’s in corruption form? and then after Dazai nullifies his ability, he takes care of his s/o after the battle, apologizing continuously while his s/o is comforting him and assuring him it’s not his fault? thank uuuuu :)

god i love this so fucking much..... jesus take the fucking wheel (also im doing this in headcanon form bcs i suck at one shots/scenarios :[[ )

post-corruption with nakahara chuuya.

he never intends to hurt you, i promise :(

usually when he would use corruption, he'd like for u to not be anywhere near him or better yet, not even know he's using corruption at all

he can't control anything that happens to him and around him when he does so when he accidentally hurts you, he feels so guilty.

chuuya probably didn't expect to use corruption, or even see dazai (because no dazai=no corruption) during one of his missions

rarely does chuuya ever use corruption because he's strong enough to fend off many masses at once, corruption is his last resort.

but somehow this time it was different, but it didnt last long

after he had executed whatever being that he was up against, he started throwing his black holes everywhere and anywhere (just like what we saw in bsd s2)

you knew better than to approach chuuya whenever he's in corruption, he's warned you several times before even agreeing to using corruption, but his body looks so bruised and bloody that when he was done w the enemy, he'd be more... caring about his surroundings

of course, he doesn't and accidentally throws a black hole in your direction, causing you to jump out of the way while it hit the ground u were previously on

that shit HURTS even if it wasn't a direct impact like holy shit

dazai finally reaches chuuya and nullifies his ability, letting chuuya fall on his knees, breathing erratically

dazai knows better than to stay around and poke at chuuya about hurting you because he knows how much you mean to him and how hurt he'll be when he finds out, so he only taps chuuya's shoulder and points to where you're limping and whimpering in pain

"you might wanna take care of your other little partner over there, chibi."

chuuya immediately raises his head to your direction (even if it causes a slight headache) and his heart BREAKS IN HALF SEEING U IN PAIN LIKE FUCK

"i... did i do that?"

dazai could only pat his back and start to set off, leaving you two alone

chuuya wastes no time running to your side, checking you for other injuries and laying your head on his lap

"shit, fuck, a-are you okay? talk to me, hey. how are you feeling? damn it, i'm so sorry, y/n i didnt mean to i swear"

"im... im fine, really.."

he scoffs in disbelief, feeling his eyes swell with tears as he sees you try and hide your pain and put on a smile

"chuuya, it's not your fault, yeah?"

"shut the fuck up, y/n, i almost killed you"

"yeah, but if it were really you, we wouldn't even be here.."

you wince in pain as you try and lift yourself up but chuuya beats you to it and starts to carry you despite his own beat up body

"d-definetly not... we're getting you back to the infirmary.."

once you both get back at the pm's infirmary and you get patched up, he's so scared to even lay a finger on you.

like you're here, waiting to be hugged and kissed and cuddled but he's six feet away, looking at you with apologetic eyes

you sigh quietly before reaching out for his hand

"chuuya, love, please."

he shakes his head, but you can see him struggling not to get up from his seat and hold your hand

"don't wanna hurt you again."

your eyes soften at his vulnerable voice

"you won't hurt me, chuuya."

"but i already did. what if i do it again? what if i put you in more harm?"

"its hurting me that you dont even wanna touch me. please, chuuya."

he rlly hesitates but after a few moments he stands up and stands in front of where you're sitting, his hands fidgeting

you slowly place your hand over his shaking hands and he almost flinches, but stays where he is, not moving a muscle

deciding to take the initiative, you wrap your arms around his torso, making him jolt in surprise, but slowly starts to embrace you back

"i'm so sorry, baby, i should've been more careful.." his voice waivers but he refuses to cry in front of you

"no, love, don't be sorry. it's not your fault, okay?"

he doesn't reply, opting to kiss your head and start stroking your hair slowly, mumbling small apologies

when you two get home, laying in bed, you press small kisses to his face, holding his face in your hands gently

"i love you, chuuya. "

his breath hitches and looks at you with wide eyes, his arms around you tensing a bit

"even after i hurt you?"

you smile softly at him, moving his hair and tucking it behind his ear

"you didn't hurt me, chuuya. you don't have to apologize and you don't have to feel guilty. it's out of your control. i'm safe now, see? you can hold me"

his hold on you tightens a bit, rubbing his palm against your back. he places a soft kiss on your forehead and lips

"that's right, you're safe now. i wont let anything else hurt you, even if its me."

you chuckle lightly in response, playing with the ends of chuuya's hair while he softly kisses down your shoulder

any time u try and check up on his own bruises and wounds he immediately dismisses it and says smthn like "i dont matter right now, all i wanna hear is how you're feeling"

hes gonna be so soft with you for the entire week (not saying he is already) like he'll cook your meals for you, change your bandages, bathe you, give you everything you want

and everytime he tries to apologize, you just kiss him on the lips and he'll shut up

ofc, you reassure him that you know he'll never unintentionally hurt you and that you still love him and you're not afraid of him :((

give him kisses, let him spoil you, check up on his injuries and most of all show him that you appreciate everything hes doing for u

"if you want someone to blame, dazai could've gotten to you way earlier after u were done kicking ass"

"..... remind me to punch him when i see him again."

[clementineesotsm]

THE KING: ETERNAL MONARCH EP 15, My Appreciation and How It Made Me Feel

The cliffhanger we saw on last eps was JTE got stabbed by Luna and left alone on street. Thank god people see her and helped her.

The starting of this eps was intriguing, first JY finally ask KSJ to find SJH (eventhough only a few seconds but JY acting here was very good! Also when he says “will you help me?” I can feel the tense) and LR finally calls KSJ ! LR asking KSJ to take Gon flute on his whip, and kill him in process if necessary. I loved how LR describe KSJ as someone who is far from Gon yet close to him. LR acting here was amazing, the intonation his using when he says “i’m sure you have an affection thats sweet and melts quickly” damn, gave me chillsssss! So KSJ now torn between the good side and bad side. Wheter he will help JY or LR? 😎

We got a glimpse of KSJ mother’s past, she is about to kill KSJ and herself because they are too poor and cannot pay the debt. But “saved” by LR and asked her mother to be his minion in return. I really loved this scene because we can hear LR punchline again “did you pray?” He is consistent! And also how persuasive his approached to this lady, no yelling but said “if you want to throw away your life, why not give it to me?” And loved the acting of LR and KSJ mom here! Amazing

And, are you ready?! LR is alive in 2020. Making another reliaty created entanglement, as what i saw in a few stories (such as DARK series, read theories etc) so its not quite shocking for me. But this is damn cool. I loved it! He spoke to Nari and once again Nari gave us some insight about LR, she thought it was just for fun, but actually she is gifted! Her character reminds me of professor trewlany somehow. She doesnt shows up much but always informed us some really important information/explanation. She inform LR that his fate is to commit treason and be beheaded.

Nari did not know who LR is. Then JES came to see Nari and remembering LR face, LR came there to ask JES convey a message to Gon to come Gon’s mom memorial mass day. Seems like he has a big plan there.

Then JTE confront Luna in front of her house and take her out to be interrogated. JTE talk face to face to Luna, this is a cool scene, because them talking to each other like looking at mirror. Apparently Luna did not kill JTE because she grows affection to JTE father. Luna has a heart after all.

And KGE was amazing here, we can tell who is Luna and who is JTE just by looking! And the time stops while they touching their hair at the same time is 💯💯💯

Time stops means? Someone is coming! And its Gon!! He is back!! He is looking for JTE at the office but she was not there, then he goes to hospital 😭😭 this scene was well made! The acting, camera placement, i definetly loved the zoom in into their face so we can see their eyes and facial expression better. So sad but relieving

What i loved about the romance of this series was both lovers communicating so naturally. All their hugs and conversation seems flowing all right and conveyed the feelings well to audience (me!). JTE asking Gon to stay and they talk about the new reality they make. Things are happened faster and flow differently because JTE decide to believe in Gon faster than the initial. This is beautiful and answering all the claimed by harsh people who said they fall in love to quickly. But even if they dont have the new reality, i never think they falls in love to quickly though. All naysayers just dont understand it, and im pissed! Look at them and their beautiful story 🥺 and i loved how JTE becoming more of a stoic character at this point. My symbol of hope 🥺 loved her line here “there’s no way that fate can be broken easily. The larger the fate, the more you need to walk to reach your destination. We just havent reached out destination yet” and Gon slight smile after 🥺

Gon calls JY and he came with KSJ. Another thing i appreciate from this series is the writer never bother to gave us some unnecessary problem. Like in this scene, we can see KSJ very honest expressing LR intention of using him to kill Gon. Eventually we got the answer that he is always on the good side. He helps Gon instead.

So KSJ helps JY and Gon to find SJH. They did not intended to go see her and talk to her, but fate brings them to see each other and talk. Seriously throughout this scene i was ugly cry because it was so heart breaking. Gon looking at her with affection and also guilt. SJH looking at him with affection and also anger. Both understand they are in a very unfortunate situation but the pain is there, what happened, happened, i somehow sense both hide some relief to see each others, for Gon who never sees his mom growing up, and for SJH who never got a chance to see her son growing up. I loved SJH character here, eventhough she felt anger but she also felt pity to Gon and offer Gon a help. Setting time for Gon to come 2 days before the memorial mass to stop LR. And SJH best line yet most heart breaking was “dont die because of me. Im not your mother” i wanted to gave standing applause to LMH and SJY here for acting their part so amazing! Messages conveyed well! The writer do a good job. A very good script present here

Gon going back to hospital to take care of JTE before he go back to Corea. He asked JY to let him take care of her until she can at least be okay on her own. This sounds like goodbye forever to me and im not prepared for this. Both of them deserve to be happy but they are coming from a different universe 🥺 their moments in the hospital was sweet yet heartbreaking.

Just when you think this cant be more heartbreaking, they show us JY and JES says goodbye to each other 😭 despite being a doppelganger they grew fond of each other like brothers and not ended up killing each others. Also they made a promise to see each other again someday. I cant 🥺🥺 now i need some spin off of their story ! And kudos for WDH for acting his part very well ! I grew some respect for him now.

And now its time for Gon to say goodbye to JTE. Seriuosly, eps 15 was too much. At this point what i can think of was this series will going to end in sad ending. Because that was the most possible way to solve all this mess. As Gon planned, he will go to the past once again and stop LR before he even lay hands on the flute. So Gon will stop the 2 world colided from the beginning. Its like a reset. And to do that he asked JTE to let him go and do the needful. One heartbreaking line was

JTE “if our worlds flow differently from the present, then i’ll live without knowing you”

Gon “our worlds have already gone so wrong. There are so many reasons to change the past. And that is the only way”

Gon “so, tell me to go. Tell me to leave. Please. Im asking someones permission for the first time in my life. If you stop me, i cant leave”

JTE “tell me you’ll come back. Thats the 10th rule. No matter what happens, you have to come back. Thats the 11th rule. Catch LR, and even if the door closes, open all the doors in the universe and return to me. Promise me. Thats the 12rh rule”

Gon “i will. Open all the door in the universe and come back to you”

The music is Maze which is very suitable for the situation and the hug at the end 🥺🥺🥺🥺

To be continue..

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Movies I watched in February

fyi, I have zero knowledge on how to professionally rate or review a movie. I am not gonna pay attention to every little detail. these rating are simply based on how much I enjoyed/liked the movie

Follow me

Unhinged

In Time

Avengers Age of Ultron

Songbird

Star Trek

Step up all in

Project Almanac

Ant Man

Space Sweepers

Christiane F.

Jurassic World

Jurassic World the fallen kingdom

1. follow me

A social media personality travels with his friends to Moskow to capture new content for his successful vlog. Always pushing the limits and catering to a growing audience, they enter a cold world of mystery, excess, and danger. 

starring: Keegan Allen, Holland Roden, Denzel Whitaker, Ronen Rubenstein, Pasha D. Lchnikoff

the end was very predictable and i pretty much already knew halfway through the movie what was gonna happen. but it still was quite thrilling and I did enjoy watching it

6.5/10

2. unhinged

After a confrontation with an unstable man at an intersection, a woman becomes becomes the target of his rage. 

starring: Russel Crowe, Caren Pistorius, Gabriel Batemen

hm idk, I didn’t really like it, my sister didn’t really like it but my mom did, I think. it just seemed so, no overdramatic but just too much in a way

3/10

3. in time

In a future where people stop aging after 25 and need to buy time to live, the rich become immortal while others cease to exist. So, Will is on the run with a hostage in a desperate bid to survive. 

starring: Justin Timberlake, Amanda Seyfried, Cillian Murphy, Olivia Wilde, Alex Pettyfer

yes, such a good movie. Ireally like the concept. can recommend

7/10

4. avengers age of ultron

When Tony Stark and Bruce Banner try to jump-start a dormant peacekeeping program called Ultron, things go horribly wrong and it’s up to Earth’s mightiest heroes to stop the villanious Ultron from enacting his terrible plan. 

starring: Robert Downy Jr., Chris Evans, Mark Ruffalo, Chris Hemsworth, Scarlett Johanson, Jeremy Renner, Elizabeth Olsen, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Paul Bettany

hell yes, one of my favourite marvel movies. Wanda and Pietro.. Hawkeye.. all the little jokes throughout the entire movie and of course the scene where everyone tries to lift thor’s hammer, what’s not to love about this movie

10/10

5. songbird

In 2024 a pandemic ravages the world and it’s cities. Centering a handful of people as they naviagete the obstacles currently hindering society: disease, marital law, quarantine, and vigilantes. 

starring: K.J. Apa, Sofia Carson, Demi Moore, Bradley Whitford, Peter Stromare, Alexandra Daddario, Craig Robinson

I really enjoyed watching this. yeah sure, the ending was obvious but I was still glued to the screen. I also felt super weird watching this, kinda surreal because we are basically living a more harmless version of this rn. I really liked seeing sofia carson in such a movie, I’ve only seen her in the descendants so this was a bit of a change haha. I’m not that big of a fan of kj but he was great as well and i really loved his characters style.

7/10

6. star trek

The brash James T. Kirk tries to live up to his father’s legacy with Mr. Spock keeping him in check as a vengeful Romulan from the future creates black holes to destroy the Federation one planet at a time. 

starring: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Leonard Nimoy, Carl Urban, Eric Bana, Bruce Greenwood, Zoe Zaldana, Simon Pegg, John Cho, Anton Yelchin

I put it on because I wanted to have some background noise while playing sims but I ended up playing like 20 minutes and then just watching the movie haha I forgot how good it was, and the others as well, aaand I totally forgot carl urban was in it, so that was a little surprise. anyways, can recommend watching them if you’re into sci-fi action movies but at the same time, if you’re into that I’m pretty sure you’ve already watched them.

7.5/10

bonus: I also watched star trek beyond the other day but this time I was barely paying attention so I can't really say too much, but it's also quite good👍🏻

7. step up all in

All-stars from the previous Step up installments come together in glittering Las Vegas, battling for a victory that could define their dreams and their careers.

starring: Ryan Guzman, Briana Evigan, Adam Sevani, Misha Gabriel Hamilton, Sephen Stevo Jones, David Schreibman, Mari Koda, Alyson Stoner, Izabella Miko

definetly one of my favourite dance movies. highly recommend it!! I’d like it more without the romancde but it’s fine, I guess, I can live with it haha and the last performance... wow just wow that’s all I can say to that. y’all go watch it

9/10

8. project almanac

A group of teens discover secret plans of a time machine, and construct one. However, things start to get out of control.

starring: Jonny Weston, Sofia Black-D’Elia, Sam Lerner, Allen Evangelista, Virginia Gardner

okay... I did enjoy watching it! the beginning was a little slow imo but then it just got more and more intense which was kinda nice. god, at some point the main guy kept making the wrong decisions and that was very frustrating to watch. the ending was alright, spoiler ahead (I guess) I would have liked the ending more if it was the exact same as the beginning, meaning that the movie is just one big time loop and the events from the movie were about to repeat themselves. but that's just my opinion🤷🏻‍♀️

6.5/10

9. ant man

Armed with a super-suit with the astonishing ability to shrink in scale but increase in strength, cat burglar Scott Lang must embrace his inner hero and help his Mentor Dr. Pym, plan and pull off a heist that will save the world.

starring: Paul Rudd, Michael Douglas, Evangeline Lilly, Corey Stoll, Michael Pena, Bobby Cannavale, David Dastmalchian, T.I.

another one of my favorite mcu movies. it's just fun and easy and doesn't have a lot of pain in it. the giant ant it's my favorite part haha I want it as a pet

9/10

10. space sweepers

Set in the year 2092 and follows the crew of a space junk collector ship called The Victory. When they discover a humanoid robot named Dorothy that's known to be a weapon of mass destruction, they get involved in a risky business deal.

starring: Song Joong-Kim, Kim Tae-ri, Seon-kyu Jin, Hyang-gi Kim, Richard Armitage, Ye-Rin Park

I really loved this movie. I cried like 6 times haha, which came unexpected. (or maybe it's because I'm suppose to get my period any day now) I did not think I was going to enjoy this movie as much as I did, at all. it was fun, it was exciting, it was sad (even my dad said that) the plot was good, the visual effects were amazing, it did feel like I was watching this movie for like 5 hours but not in a bad way and I am now kinda emotionally attached to the characters haha (I might do a rewatch). another thing I really liked was the language/synchronization. in the original version they speak mostly korean and english but also some other languages and it's the same in the synchronizations. the dialogue of the main characters is in the language you pick but every other character (I guess) is a different language and I absolutely love that. I highly recommend watching this!!

also, its was super weird seeing Richard Armitage not as a dwarf hahaha

10/10

11. christiane f.

A teen girl in 1970's Berlin becomes addicted to heroin. Everything in her life slowly begins to distort and disappear as she befriends a small crew of junkies and falls in love with a drug-abusing male prostitute.

starring: Natja Brunckhorst, Thomas Haustein, Jens Kuphal, Christiane Reichelt

I binged the series the other day and after the last episode this movie was in the "watch next" thingy idk and I thought "well, why not" and watched it. good movie, definitely!! I really liked that they didn't show the highs of doing heroin but focused on the negative effects it has on someone and what it's doing to your body. it is a super realistic but very very dark movie. the actors were all about 15/16 years old and looked very young which was a good and kinda disturbing thing because christiane and her friend were like 13/14 when that all happened and it made you realise that there were kids doing all that stuff

9/10

12. jurrasic world

A new theme park, built on the original site of Jurassic Park, creates a genetically modified hybrid dinosaur, the Indominus Rex, which escapes containment and goes on a killing spree.

starring: Chris Pratt, Bryce Dallas Howard, Ty simpkins, Nick Robinson, Irrfan Khan, Vincent D'Onofrio

13. jurassic world fallen kingdom

When the island's dormant volcano begins roaring to life, Owen and Claire mount a campaign to rescue the remaining dinosaurs from this extinction-level event.

starring: Chris Pratt, Bryce Dallas Howard, Rafe Spall, Justice Smith, Daniella Pineda, Isabella Sermon

I am tired and don't really want to say all that much other than both of them are very good and I do like them. good action/adventure movies. can definitely recommend them. I definitely like the first one more because it feels like (just a little bit) that the main story in the second one is the same as in the first one, someone creates a new dinosaur species to make more money and something goes terribly wrong along the way. but it's still entertaining!

jurassic wolrd: 7.5/10

jurassic world fallen kingdom: 7/10

[futurewriter2000]

Final Moments

A/N: This is my first marvel imagine and I know I haven’t much perfected the character but give me a few more imagines and I’ll make him the Steve Rogers that he is. I just haven’t really written much of Marvel fics but I hope this is good enough.

PAIRING: Steve Rogers x reader

REQUEST: would you be down to write a steve rogers x reader fic? i love your writing and would love one... so here’s the request (if u do) so it’s a post serum 40s steve who doesn’t really know much about what is happening to him. he knows that everything is on edge. he knows he has do do these shows and stuff but there is something or someone else on his mind as these changes occur. she was one of the scientists (possibly) at the lab and he sees her out and about one day. they get to talking (part one) -- (pt2) and she and steve share little moments where her inter scientist comes out and she starts helping steve truly understand what happened to him. (if you feel comfortable doing this that would be cool and i love all of your pieces! peace and love:) ) 

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‘ It was somewhere along the words astonishing and fascinating watching the serum change a man with a slim figure and pretty much all bones into a man, who was the opposite. What was even more incredible than watching the serum work was how much pain and radiation this lanky boy had to go through. He clearly didn’t had enough of body mass to survive but he did and it showed the strength within.

Though you knew this man could take care of himself since his new transformation, you were still responsible for his health.

“You’re temperature is normal, blood presure is normal, heart rate stable,   the amount of haemoglobin in the blood is a bit too high but that must only be the serum trying to overload you on it since your past documents say it was too low. Did you have to take medicine for it?” you looked up at those blue eyes but he only stared. “Mr. Rogers?” you waved your hand in front of him and he flinched.

“Uh- sorry. What was the question again?” he dazed out of his day dreams and focused on your words again.

“Doesn’t matter.” you smiled and put the lab results back on the desk. You sat in front of him and lit a flashlight to see his pupils. “Heard you wanted to join the military?” you said as you switched the eye.

“Yes.”

“May I ask why?” you rolled back on your chair, put the flaslight away and took the a piece of paper to scribble on it.

“If I can ask about what you’re writing there?” he smiled and nodded at the file.

“Well. I’m writing down your neutrophils, lymphocites, monocites, eosinophiles, basophils, haemoglobin-”

“Okay, okay.” he chuckled. “I get it. Medical stuff.”

“Yeah. Thought so.” you winked and put the files away. You sat on your stule and smiled at him, waiting for his answer.

“I wanted to do something good. Since I was a kid all I wanted was be a soldier, serve the country and- and there was this man, my father actually, who was an amazing soldier. From what my mother told me, she said he was the only soldier leaving with a smile and coming back with a smile.” he continued to ramble, not even aware how much he has already told you. But you listened to him and you kept your attention on him. “He died...just at the end of the war.” he looked down at his intertwined finers.

“I’m sorry.” 

He looked up and smiled. “I was too young to know him but I just wanted to make him proud, you know?”

“Well, he can definetly be proud of the man you’ve become. After this, you’ll be the best american soldier...” ‘

Months passed since he last saw you but he could still remember the smile on your lips, the colour of your eyes and the laugh.

‘ “No, no- God, Steve.” you laughed as he accidentaly bumped into a skeleton dummy, making its bones fall from the strings that kept it together.

“I’m so so sorry.” he picked the bones from the ground and tried to put them back where they belonged. Key word: Tried.

“It’s alright, Steve. Just leave it.” you continued to laugh as the bones only falled. ‘

He never enjoyed the visits to the doctors, but you? To visit the scientist who made all of that possible? He couldn’t wait when they told him to see you.

But if only you could see him now. In these stupid  tights and this stupid hat. All he wanted was to be a soldier and now? Now he’s just a walking clown. Would you say his father would be proud after seeing the soldier you met sing and dance like a circus monkey?

“Rogers!” someone shouted and came from behind. “There is some science woman here to see you.”

Steve jumped on his feet immediately. He was just thinking of you and now- now you’re here? And he’s wearing this-

“Nice tights, mr. Rogers.” you giggled as you walked in front of him. “Really shows out your legs.” you kept teasing but he only grew more red.

“Uhm- eh- (y/n)- khm.” he mumbled and couldn’t even find the words to say to you.

“Relax, dummy.” you sat on the stairs where he sat before. “How are you?”

“Uh- great.” he sat down beside you but you saw right through him.

“Yes. I can see. I can see you jumping from excitment.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“Only to me.” you nudged him a bit, trying to make him smile.

“I just- I hate this.” he put the cap off, showing his messy blonde hair. “The tights, the hat, the costumes, the singing- it’s not what I signed up for.”

“Then why are you still doing it?”

“I don’t know...” he sighed. “Something is better than nothing.”

“I guess that’s true.” you shurgged and looked at the distance.

“You probably think I’m dumb...” he mumbled really quietly.

Your head shot in his direction and you immediatelly denied. “No. How could you think that?”

“I told you all these things about my dad and how I want to make him proud but this is the furthest from it.”

“ Not everything is easy, Steve. You can’t expect to get what you want with a snap of your fingers. It took me all my life to get where I want. Especially a girl and a scientist. Where have you seen that?” you took his hands again and he felt his body soften. “I remember in my third year we had fieldtirp to E.T.S.N Labs and there were males. Just random guys in white cloaks and colourful bottles. And to most of my classmates the whole discussion about nitrium reactions was dull but I found it the most fascinating. There were all these glass bottles and test tubes- oh and there was this huge computer- imagine seeing the computer for the first time-” you nudged him a bit, realizing just how much you were babbling to him. “Oh, sorry. I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

“No, no. Keep going.” he nudged you back. “I wanna hear about this computer.”

“Well, it was huge, as I said...it took a room but not a normal sized room but a gigantic sized room that felt...”

And as you kept explaining the time you first got inspired by chemicals, chemistry, the human body, the elements... he watched. He watched you with the same smile as you explained your story of how you fell in love with science. You were talking with such a wide smile and when he nodded, despite not having a clue what you were saying, your eyes sparkled like they were filled with the stars.

And for a moment all of his troubles disappeared and he was with you. Only you.

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Since that moment, the two of you grew closer to each other. To you, he was never a soldier. He was always the lanky boy you saw walk through the doors of your laboratory. A boy with an awkward smile and lovely laugh. 

It wasn’t easy letting him go on those missions later on. You tried not to come out as paranoid as you did but you deeply cared for that man and seeing him go off, not knowing if it’s the last time you will see him, wasn’t exactly easy. He grew on you- mostly... he grew closer to your heart. 

“No martini today?” he leaned on the counter and you smiled, tracing your finger around te edge of your glass. 

“No. Not today.” you looked at him, pushing away the drink. “You?”

“I don’t drink.” he leaned on the counter with both of his elbows on the edge and his view over at Bucky’s table. 

“You never stop looking out for him, do you?” you mimicked his position and looked over at the drunk men over at the other table.

“Bucky? He looked out for me my whole life. Like a brother. I care to do the same.” he turned his blue eyes back to you, smirking. 

“That’s really amazing to hear. God knows I never had anybody to watch over me.” you took a sip of your scotch.

“Now, you know that was never true.” he stood up straight and you pressed your glass against your lips. “I have always looked out for you too. I’m Captain America.” he wiggled his eyebrows and you scoffed. 

“Using that line on me?” you quirked an eyebrow. 

“Is it working?” 

“A little, yes.” you let out a laugh, before finally putting your drink down and stretching out your hand. “Come on. Let’s see if Captain America can dance.” you took his hand but he stayed seated. 

“Yeah, I don’t know.”

“There is a lady asking you to dance with you, Steve.” you walked back closer, leaning forward and partially glancing at his lips. “Don’t let her down.” your eyes shit up to his and the two of you just looked at each other for a moment. 

To be honest, Steve Rogers wasn’t even thinking. He knew his answer but he just wanted to savour this moment; to have you close and with him, to feel not his image but himself. To be Steve Rogers, not Captain America. 

“Then let’s dance.” he smiled and stood up. 

He took you by the hand, his other hand placed itself on your hip not too firm but not gentle either. Your feet moved together, small steps to the sound of a saxophone and a piano. The man on the stage san in a voice, deep and dreamy: ‘  The night is like a lovely tune, beware my foolish heart How white the ever constant moon, take care, my foolish heart...’ 

He pulled you closer and you laid your head on his chest, feeling his heart beat calmly. You could smell the woody, aromatic parfume on his collar and it was blessing your soul with its scent. The warmth of his body heat was giving you a stronger effect than you could have imagine. You were in a daze- a daze with a gentle music in the background. 

“I could stay like this forever.” you said quietly but still feel him smile. You removed your head from his chest and looked up at him. He was smiling down on you with one of those smiles that could just make your heart go wild but calm down at the same time. 

“I could stay with you forever.” he replied and the two of you started slowing down your dance to the point where you barely moved. Your hands were now around his neck, your fingers gently scratching the back of it. 

He was watching you, dazed just as you. There were the stars as always in your eyes but at the moment you didn’t want him to see the stars. You wanted to feel them. “Steve?” you smiled, droping one hand on his chest.

“Uhm.” he mumbled.

“Are you meaning to kiss me or just look?” you teased and he smiled even wider. 

“Look, then kiss.” he replied and you giggled.

“Do you want me to twirl?” 

“It would be nice, yes.” he said as he moved away to let you spin around for him. You held on to his hand but as soon as you faced him again, he pulled you close, put his hand on your cheek and kissed you. Like his hold, it wasn’t gentle but it wasn’t too firm as well. You knotted his shirt in your fist and by pulling him closer, you deepened the kiss. There were whistles coming from the table his friends sat and both of you pulled away, smiling. 

He leaned his forehead on yours and kept grinning. “Sorry about them.”

“Well, they are probably thinking the same as I am.”

“Which is?” 

“Finally.”

[marvelousaddiction]

A Better Reality Ch1

Pairing: Eddie Brock (Venom) x Carlton Drake x Reader

Summary: You worked for Carlton Drake at the life Foundation and you had over time fallen for him but after learning of his doing and his passing you discover alternate worlds (like in Spiderverse or the Flash; actually the Flash, let's say Earth 19. This isnt a crossover though.) Your discovery leads you to a reality where not only was Carlton alive but he was happy, and best friends with Eddie Brock who was still Venom but in this world Carlton had the opposite mission. You stay a while before you are faced with a decision between staying with them, and choosing one, or going back to your reality. Would this Eddie trust you enough to ever tell you about his symbiote, not knowing that you already know? Could your choice re-create the Carlton Drake you know and lost back home? Who would you choose? Would you stay?

It had been months since you heard word of Carlton Drake's death and you had finally completed the mourning process. The grief hit you like a freight train and upon being told your knees went weak and you sunk to the floor screaming as tears covered your face and poured and you screamed. His big beautiful and persuasive chocalte eyes still behind yours when you blinked. Denial came as not believing he was gone or had actually done what everyone was saying, the anger followed when you almost believed he had, but not quite, and you still defended his name because you were unsure. Depression was when you didn't care about your work for weeks, you showed up exhausted and uninterested in comparison to yourself which was always excited and thrilled to learn more, discover, help people. Acceptance, you assumed that was thestage you were on currently. You showed up with a cup of pep, you had a smile at the least, a small bit of hope and just a little of your old excitement; you had come to terms with him being gone and not being at work anymore, and what he had possibly done and you forgave him. Maybe it was because you could still envision those eyes of his, but you weren't going to question.

"Hi," you greet your coworker who returned the greeting and was way too perky; you wouldnt have thought that before all of this but now you did. "What is it?"

"We discovered something major, thanks to you," she has a smile that covers her entire face and she bites her lip to conceal a scream or a squeal as she starts running and pulling you along down the hall.

"Hey-wait-what-what're-what did-"

She only giggles as you reach the lab and she points to a screen that has a image of what looks like a galaxy, or maybe several, it was huge. "Is that another universe?" "Possibly, but it was based on your data and based on your research as well-," she zooms in on the touch screen to a planet mass that lokks exactly like earth. "I know what you are thinking Y/N, and it isn't our earth but," she gestures to a portal behind the glass casing, "you can go there"

"O-Okay," now you felt a rush, a spark. You hop in place a little, chewing your own lip now as well. You take each others hands and hop up and own. "Alright, so do I just....step through?"

"Yeah, and this may affect time and space, the time there may or may not be like that here and the-" "huge sci-fi fan, yeah, I know. And getting back here?" "Same portal, one of us will be here at all times. We are taking shifts and alternating," she points to her assistant. "Will the portal stay open?" "Doesnt it have to?" She asks confused, her arms crossed now. You shrug, "I was just thinking that it should close at a certain time....so noone sees it, there but mostly here....call me paranoid...." "Good idea, how is 12 midnight here?" You nod in agreement, "and reopen it at 1am....." "Got it, our shifts will be 12 to 12. Go, go, discover, take note, we are making history!!"

You nod and step into the other room of the lab. You wave to them, heave a deep breath and step through. On the other side it looks just like the labs in your world.

"Excuse me Miss?" A familiar voice calls from behind you and you bite back tears and slowly turn to see Carlton with blonde hair and a big smile, so similar yet so differnt. You lose focus except for staring at him and you see his lips moving but you cant hear what he says. "I-I'm sorry, w-what?"

He still smiles warmly, making eye contact with those damn eyes, "I was asking if you are a new employee? I haven't seen you around and my new assistant was supposed to start today.

"Oh." You blink and think for a second, a brief second and blink once more. "Yes, that would be me, hello," you smile, offering him a handshake.

"Nice to meet you," he shakes your hand.

This Drake was a lot friendlier than the one you knew, well know, the Drake you knew was a sweetheart with children and was nice in his own way, or did you just care about him so much you saw it that way? Love is blind.

"Nice to meet you too-" "Carlton, please," he kisses the top of your hand then lets it go. "May I ask your name?"

"Y-Y/N," you knew you were blushing, you just knew. The Drake on your reality definetly never did anything like that.

"Y/N, I can let you slide on your first day for being late," he winks.

"H-How late?"

"All day, but it's okay. You are new to town-"

"You have no idea-"

"Heh, yeah. It's 3 and you were meant to be here at 9 but if you come to dinner with my friend and I then it is under the rug." He begins trudging off.

You stand trying to absorb everything for a moment. It was 3 here now, and 9:30am back home.

"Y/N? Coming?" He turns, asking you with a warm smile.

"Oh, oh yes, thankyou," you smile and run to catch up and follow behind him, while working out the times in your head.

[assanmaharielsreblogs]

Fallen Hero: Rebirth Fanfic - The Meaning of Having a Name

(Spoiler warning for Retribution. Just dont know how to put read further thing yet. I'll edit it in when I figure it out)

"You think you're a real mean dude, dont'cha?" The man said, wiping the blood from his busted lip with a swipe of his thumb. His thoughts were like a hive of wasps, angrier and crueler than his smile would suggest he was.

It's too soon to understand what I think. My opinions are still new, my desires still unknown. I don't know what I think, only what I know.

I know that my designation is CK800.

I know that I'm just another cuckoo.

I know that I'm not supposed to think that I'm anything but a tool for the Farm. An object.

I also know that I've slipped free of those who were supposed to hold my leash for my entire life, however long it was meant to be, and I know that the people I am pretending to be one of do not have numbers. They have names.

I want one. A Real Mean Dude would have to do.

"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, that's exactly who I am. A Real Mean Dude."

That wiped the smile from his face. The sudden spike of painful intent stung against my mind, and I sidestepped the punch and returned one of my own, striking while he was open and landing a hit to his gut.

He grabbed hold of me, a response so second nature that I didn't see it coming. I had a single moment to think 'well, fuck me' before the villain swung me up and over his head and slammed me down into the parking lot pavement with every ounce of boosted strength in his body and the world burst into a cloud of white sparks.

"What's your name, little hero?"

Hero. That was new. It was a title I hoped to earn.

"Didn't you hear? I'm a real mean dude," I spat.

The villain scowled and pulled his fist back. I didn't need to skim his surface thoughts to know it was going to hurt like hell, and I closed my eyes. Maybe I should have just stayed on the Farm where I belonged… but no. Dying was better than eber going back, even if I hadn't gotten to pretend to be somebody worth living amongst these humans.

"Bit of a mouthful, for a hero name."

Well fuck me, that wasn't another villain was it?

But no, the newcomer was- was- hot damn. Was I dying? Is this what dying felt like? Like a punch to the gut that ripped the breath from my lungs and cast a blast of fire across my face?

He looked like everything I'd expected a hero to be like. Confidence in his form, electricity sparking across the knuckles of the fist he'd just sucker-punched into the face of the asshole I'd been trying to best, standing over me like a greek god from one of those stories the nicest of the scientists on the Farm had been so fond to sneak in to read to my batch and I. A mass of dark curls formed a halo upon his head, and maybe it was the possible concussion or the glow of the streetlights, but all coherent thought fled from my mind except for the odd desire to run my fingers through that unruly mop of hair.

Well, fuck me. I was the bloody damsel in distress, wasn't I? But if this was the sort of Adonis type who showed up, maybe I'd like to play the part more often.

And then he turned a blinding white smile on me. I swear it was almost blinding. It took me a moment to notice his outstretched hand.

"You okay?"

Well, fuck me, sir, but I've never been better.

"Y-yeah-" oh my God, Adonis-guy was talking to me. A real person, SMILING. At ME. Me! The only kind smiles I've ever gotten were from, well- well nobody really- "yeah, I'm good."

I accepted his hand and let him pull me up to my feet.

"Awesome," he said. "I saw the fight. You got some moves, but I don't think I've seen you around before. You new? Seemed to be holding your own against Sidewinder alright."

"Uh, yeah, I'm new."

"I'm Charge, Marshal of the Rangers."

The what now?

"Uh, I'm-" fuck me, who- "I'm Sidestep."

Somebody cleared their throat behind us, and we both turned. Sidewinder was on the ground, a heavily modded man already yanking the villain's hands behind his back to cuff him, and levelling us with a glare. He wasn't too bad looking himself. Were all heroes hot? Did they start out hot or become hot?

"If you could stop flirting with the vigilante, Ortega?"

"I'm just saying hello, Steel."

"If you could take this seriously-"

"I am, I am!" Charge, Ortega, this beautiful man, threw his arms up at the other hero. And then he was shaking my hand, shaking me free from my stupor. "Thanks for holding down the fort over here. See you again sometime?"

"Definetly!" Well, fuck me with Ortega, that came out a little too quickly. Come on, CK800, don't sound too desperate. "I mean, yeah, sure. That would be cool."

"Well, then I look forward to meeting again." He threw me a wink that refreshed the burning feeling on my face before moving to help Steel with Sidewinder. I hesitated for a moment before making my getaway, sensing the suspicion simmering across Steel's mind. Being questioned was not on my to do list, thank you.

And I was definetly going to need a better name than 'a real mean dude.' Ortega had said it was a bit of a mouthful.

Maybe I could shorten it. A real mean dude. ARMD. Armad? Armed?

No.

Armada.

Perfect. That sounded mean, didn't it? Who would mess with somebody named Armada?

But people are supposed to have last names, aren't they? I would need one, too.

Not a real last name. NALN. Naln. Nalan. No, that just didn't work. Not a made up last name. NAMULN.

Armada Namuln.

Perfect.

"Armada Namuln."

It felt nice on my tongue.

I wonder if Ortega would like it. A warm feeling spread through me at the idea, and I couldn't help the happy sigh that escaped me, already imagining hearing him say it.

Leaving my number behind for a name made me feel less like an thing and more like one of these people that I so desperately wanted to be one of.

Goodbye, CK800. Hello, Armada.

[sanderssidecanons]

I wanted to write a funny story that is very based on a comedy sketch I saw and found very funny, so I hope you guys enjoy it. It’s literally just humour, no angst or anything, which is very unusual for me. I don’t know if I suceeded though, so I’m sorry if it isn’t funny. OH! And this is a human AU, so they are not sides. ^^

Title: I’m on it

Warnings: ....swearing? A little bit. And mentions of weapons? I think that’s all, send me a message if there is more!

Pairings: Platonic logince, but it’s far from the focus on this story.

The one thing Roman didn’t expect when he came home from a hard day of work was a man standing by his windowshill. He blinked in confusion as he saw said man, wearing thin green gloves and performing surgery on his window with a tool. Roman was a simple and very confused man at the sight, not knowing what he was supposed to do or to expect, nor did he know who that man even was. He was around 5′ 6 tall, wore a black hat, black shirt with a scale pattern in gold, brown shorts and black sneakers with yellow stripes, his most defining feature being that he was currently performing surgery on Roman’s window, most likely with the intention to enter the prince’s home.

Roman, frankly, had no idea how to react. Who was that guy? Was it his window-guy? Did he have a window guy? Does he have window-people? Is he part of the government to intimidate him, to look for any signs of potential harm, drugs or other heavy stuff? Would he have to dig through masses of documents if this guy found something, not that he had any dangerous substances in his home.

Roman stood still, perfectly still, completely stunned at the sight before him, thinking about what to do while he was gaping like a fish. What was he supposed to do, how was this encounter supposed to play out?! Should he leave? Should he just let the guy do his business and leave in peace? Should he get to a phone and contact the police? Or maybe contact Logan? Logan would know what to do in this situation!

The man looked up, revealing his brown eyes that were widening as he put the tool down and spotted Roman. Both of them were completely stunned for maybe a second, before a truly beautiful smile flashes across the man’s face and he suddenly yelled: “HI! HOW ARE YOU?!”

Roman, in his complete confusion stupidly answered with: “FINE, THANK YOU!”, already mentally slapping himself for such a stupid answer, why was he talking to this guy, what was wrong with him?! And the problem was, that it only got worse from that point on, because Roman’s brain clearly hadn’t caught up with his mouth yet as he stupidly continued with: “HOW ARE YOU?!” And then, even stupider, asked: “CAN I HELP YOU?!”

The moment this sentence left Roman’s lips he quickly shook his head, mentally scolding himself, seriously, what was wrong with him, what was he thinking?! Why was he offering help to this guy who tried to break into his house?! Why was he even CONSIDERING it, even if it was subconciously?!

The man tilted his head slightly, clearly not expection this answer, idly pointing to the house next to Roman’s, claiming: “Your neighbour led me to you! You have a front door buzzer, right?”

Roman, blinking, asking in his bewilderment: “Front door buzzer?!”, which was far from the weirdest thing the guy has said so far, because there was no person living in the house he pointed at. The nice old lady who used to live there died last month and now the house is empty. So the guy was clearly lying, but for what purpose?! He looked down to the man’s midsection, trying to spot some kind of weapon or gun, cautious even though he couldn’t spot anything.

The man grinned as he said: “Yeah, your neighbour told me you have a front door buzzer, so I thought-”

Roman made wild movements with his hands as he interrupted the man, not wanting to hear any of the stories he made up, quickly saying: “Nononono, forget the neighbour, forget the buzzer!” Before it dawned on him, his eyes widening as he realized: “You are a BURGLAR, trying to get into my house!”

Now it was the man’s turn to make wild hand-movements, shaking his head vehemently as he defended himself: “Nonononono, you got it all wrong! Why don’t you let me in and we discuss this situation over a cup of tea?”

Roman could only blink in bewilderment, not knowing if this guy was actually serious or if this was a test with hidden cameras of any sort to test the average intelligence of the regular american man. He really hoped it wasn’t the latter, because if it was, he already would have done poorly. He still shook his head as he grew impatient, yelling: “NO! I will most definetly not let you into my house when you were just performing surgery on my windowshill!”

The man put one hand on his hip in a sassy manner and groaned, provoking in a rather cheap but effective manner: “Oh, come ON! Don’t be such a pussy! If you are a real man you would let me in!”

Roman slowly but surely lost his faith in humanity, what even was this encounter?! What was this guy trying to say him? That he wasn’t a real man if he didn’t open the door for him?! He shook his head in a quick gesture and then responded rather loudly, convinced at least some neighbours, not the dead one, were now watching them through their darkened windows: “WHAT KIND OF REASONING IS THIS EVEN?! THIS IS COMPLETE NONSENSE!”

The burglar visibly deflated, sighing heavily before shrugging, apparently knowing when he is losing, as he suddenly asked: “Ah, well, it was worth a try. Do you want me to leave the same way I came?”

This could be exciting. He could say yes and see what would happen, if the guy would just disappear in his magical lamp until it was rubbed again or would suddenly get his jetpack out and blast off again? But what if he said no? Would the man just move in, tell him how he preferred his sandwiches and then take over his bed and live in the bathtub and refrigerator? Could Roman risk that? Certainly not. So he said what every human being would probably not say: “S-Sure.”

What Roman wasn’t expecting, was that the guy quickly shook his hand and spoke a quick: “Farewell good sir.” Before running down the front porch and sprinting down the road, out of sight in not even two seconds, just a dustcloud trailing behind him, leaving Roman completely stunned, staring after the man with an opened mouth, even when he already left. He lightly slapped his cheek to return to reality and quickly entered his home, grabbing his phone and punching 911 in. He explained the situation as quickly as possible and the police assured that they would get the man, causing Roman to nod and slowly hang the phone up, thinking

Logan was still at work at a nearby place and the guy was running past the bulding he was working at, maybe he could help Roman to decide what he was supposed to do now. The number was quickly picked and he sat down on the sofa, calming down his slightly ragged breathing, the adrenaline of the stress slowly leaving his body. A casual but polite voice answered him and Roman immediatly recognized that it was Roman.

“Hello?”

“Logan, you’re still at work, right? Look out the window, do you see a guy, uhm, black hat, black shirt, brown shorts, black shoes, running like a motherfucker down the road?”

The quiet clicking of shoes was audible on the other end of the line before the answer came. “Yes, I do. What about him?”

Roman exclaimed in a slightly panicked voice: “That guy tried to break into my house!”

Not even a second later he heard Logan’s answer that send chills down his spine. Just three words he would certainly never forget.

“I’m on it.”

“Wait, what?!”

The next moment he heard on the other end of the line glass shattering and a thumb, accompanied  by a loud screech that sounded like it came from the burglar, before he heard angry yelling from Logan and then the sound of heavy running. Roman could only stare at his phone in shock as he sprinted to the window and saw the burglar suddenly running the other way, Logan hot on his heels, a wild expression on his face as he was chasing after the guy in his working attire. “LOGAN! ARE YOU INSANE?! GET BACK HERE, I DON’T KNOW IF THIS GUY HAS A WEAPON! LOGAN!” But Logan had already hung up and slowly disappearing from his sight as the two were running down the road. How can these two be so damn fast?! He gets another idea which is probably stupid aswell, but he calls the police again, screaming into the phone in a panic:

“HI! I’m the guy from before who reported the burglar! OKay, here is the update! First guy, ehm, black hat, black shirt, brown shorts, black shoes, run’s like a motherfucker. Okay, the second guy who is now chasing after him, tall guy, short brown hair, wears glasses, black shirt with blue necktie, phone in hand. First name: Logan. Listens to: Logan. DON’T SHOOT HIM! SHOOT THE OTHER GUY!” Thinking for a moment before continuing: “Oh, and here is his number, give him a call!”

Roman didn’t expect them to actually do it. And with Logan’s coordinates, the cops knew exactly where to go to. Roman thought it was the second coming as the police-helicopter flew over his head and three police-cars were speeding down the road, what was this, GTA V?! A helicopter, on foot pursuit AND THREE cars?! And the burglar still managed to escape. He drifted into an empty parking lot and was just gone, like Hoodini, like he transformed into a snake and just slithered away, Roman never saw this guy again, he wasn’t sad about it, just very VERY confused. Roman gave Logan a very long scolding this evening, still not able to properly process the probably weirdest encounter he ever had in this state. This was certainly a story worth talking about.

[vengergreentag]

Comedy: ATcome

By VeNgeR GrEenTag I am christian I am not religious because of The sex policy Just don't like Marriage and sex One and only What the hell? HOW ABOUT A DARE STICK A FINGER IN THE ASS LGBTQ COMMUNITY THEY ARE OUTSIDERS AND THEY ARE OUTLANDISH.. FUCK YOU I SAID IT When me get invited by the boys I do not get fucked Girls at the other hand get If I get rape at this age right now I have a price I have value I have some kinda cost No rape... No value whatsoever I have idea for game Punch the baybe Kick the child And read the bible the holy spirit Fun shit... Add up... Bash Smash Boil Just extra fun service I want to be brain dead At least don't get idea of pain Easy kill Easy suicide... But still... What's going on with being with brain which is fully fuctional its boring! I have been in male apartment In drugs and alcohol apartment... Still not fucked Never ever got fucked Still curious and open minded about the whole thing I am okay pedophiles As long as my price gets up in the market And sure as fuck... I am talking about children getting rape. Some women say they are faithful.. They never get lust... or desire for other men... BUT DEAD FUCKING WRONG IF THERE IS ALPHA MALE MUSCLES NOT BONES BICEPS NOT FAT MASS TRICEPS... NOT SWEATY LAZY SLOB They are definetly fucking this alpha fuck Women are guilty as charge Stop too sexy shit And then asking as a dumb fuck "WHY DID I GOT RAPED?" The Fucking Girl which I go Out is a fucking Moth I want to kill Moth

[the-maskedlady]

92 Truths Tag ✨

Tagged by the lovely @smittenbyschmidt & the great @incorrect-seventeen-quotes 💖

Rules: once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. at the end choose 25 people to be tagged

🌙 LAST

drink: coffee phone call: uhh let me check, i rarely call people. my mum.  text message: ranting to my sisters about Sarah J Mass  song you listened to: okay checking me phone again… Bring It by Seventeen time you cried: ummm i honestly can’t remember but it was probably over a movie i watched recently??? I cry too easily in sad scenes or happy scenes.

🌙 HAVE YOU EVER

dated someone twice: no been cheated on: nope (can’t be cheated on if you never dated) kissed someone and regretted it: never even kissed someone lost someone special: nope been depressed: no not really been drunk and thrown up: nope

🌙 IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU

made a new friend: so manyyy!! fallen out of love: uh no (never even been in love so…) met someone who changed you: uhhh my friends have definitely influenced my life but i dont think anyone has even changed me as a person. I’m pretty solid. found out who your true friends are: yupp found out someone was talking about you: 

🌙 GENERAL

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: about 5? do you have any pets?: i used to 😭😭😭 do you want to change your name?: no i like my name (i used to hate it before) what time did you wake up this morning: 10am coz my class was at 2 today 😂😂 what were you doing last night: fixing my tumblr theme 😂 something you cannot wait for: holidayyyysss have you ever talked to a person named tom?: no actually i haven’t what’s getting on your nerves right now: my procrastinating self blood type: i believe it was AB nickname: Baz relationship status: Sexy, free and single zodiac sign: Aquarius pronouns: she/her favourite show: Sherlock, The Apprentice and Teen Titans Go XD college: University of Westminster (London) hair colour: Black do you have a crush on someone: haven’t found anyone crush worthy actually what do you like about yourself: How laid-back and nice I am?

🌙 FIRSTS

first surgery: I’ve never had surgery first piercing: when I was one? my mum told me I really wanted earrings after seeing hers first sport you joined: hmm probable capoeira (brazillian martial arts) classes i joined when i was about 8? first vacation: Turkey, when I was one  first pair of sneakers: ummm I don’t know??? The earliest one I can remember were purple???

🌙 RIGHT NOW

eating: I had dinner and then a cup of coffee about 3 hours ago i’m about to: finish this and then work on my essay that I’ve been putting off for the past few days listening to: nothing at the moment  want kids: I love kids of course i want them!!! Probably 4 or 5 but not right now of course!                            

get married: yesss eventually i hope so. I want to marry young but definitely after finishing my studies, gotta focus on that right now

career: I’m studying to be a Clinical Scientist

🌙 WHICH IS BETTER

lips or eyes: defintely eyes! I always notice eyes. hugs or kisses: nice and warm hugs shorter or taller: definetly taller than me 😂 troublemaker or hesitant: Hesistant lol troublemakers are probably assholes older or younger: older or same age…i’d feel weird being with someone younger romantic or spontaneous: Romantic. I’m a romantic at heart and I5 definitely want some good ol’ romance in my life sensitive or loud: sensitive hookup or relationship: ew hookup no a nice, healthy RELATIONSHIP

🌙 HAVE YOU EVER

kissed a stranger: no wat drank hard liquor: nope lost contacts/glasses: i think I lost my glasses sex on first date: lol nope never been on a date remember broken someone’s heart: I…don’t think so? been arrested: yeah… for stealing your heart 😉 lol nope! turned someone down: uhhhh….online internet relationship is a no no fallen for a friend: Nope!

🌙 DO YOU BELIEVE

in yourself: I believe i’m capable of a lot but not really able to achieve them miracles: yuppp love at first sight: not really….but i guess it could happen?

25 is a bit much to tag…

i tag: @thatpinchofawesomeness @incorrect-seventeen-17-quotes @velvetjm @kizunah no one else because i’m pretty sure people are so done with these tags now.

[futurewriter2000]

Home ~ Part 2

A/N: This one is for me a really personal one and it felt a bit liberating writing it. I am also working on a novel so I’m sorry if I don’t post as much. I’m trying really hard to cathc up with schol but it’s also quite challanging that’s why the requests are closed and so are ships. I’m taking my time on this and I hope that’s alright.

TAGS:  @shadyladyperfection, @nadinissavage, @geeksareunique, @siriusly-loves-snuffles, @slither-in-a-half, @ashkuuuu, @xinyourdreamsx, @maralisa124 , @paigeyisme , @maddyfitzhenry 

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED) 

Other parts ---> MASTERLIST

XX

Another year, another match. Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor, a match worth going to as the Ravenclaws moped the floor with boasting Gryffindors. Another match, another bad day for James Potter.

“ Cheer up, mate. It was only a game.” Peter tapped him on the shoulder as he sat down next to him for supper.

“Ughh.” he groaned and let his head fall on his arms.

It wasn’t just the game that was bothering James. It was his pride and ego. They both just got bruised because so many people expected him to lead the team to victory as a new captain and the boasting of how he will bring Gryffindor the house cup only made him want to sink into dirt. 

And to top it all of he just embarassed himself in front of Lilly Evans, the girl he’s been crushing on for seven long years. Of course being Head Boy with her was a chance but so was winning this game and showing what a great leader he is, but it just got flunked. His dreams just got flunked.

“ That game was amazing, Prongs!” cackled Sirius as he walked in with Remus. “One of the best games I have ever been to.” 

“ I think you did just great, James.” comfronted Remus, sitting over to James and squeezing him by the shoulder.

“ Great?!” exclaimed Sirius, sitting down and looking at Remus. “ Did you see how the Bludger knocked him off his broom? Like I need to talk to their Beater. It’s Jones, right?” and with that Sirius was off to the Ravenclaw table.

“ I. am. so. stupid.” he hit his head on the table beetwen every word, letting out a pitiful whine. 

“ Uhm. James?” said Remus as he stared at the mausy haired girl in front of him. 

She was worried and exhausted. Her hair was even in a bigger mess as before and her eyes were completly flooded with worry. “Potter.” she spoke flatly, yet there was a slight crack in her voice as she was about to cry.

He shot his head up as soon as he heard a girl’s voice, hoping that it might have been Lilly’s. “ Max?” he furrowed his eyebrows at the girl.

“ Yeah.” she replied and ran her fingers though her hair few more times as she stood in front of him. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here.” she muttered under her breath as she turned away for a moment before facing him once again. 

“Is there something wrong?” James began to worry, even though he only knew Max by name and her family’s reputation. 

They used to hang out at the birthday parties when they were kids. Her family was alright, not the usual strict pureblood family. They were a wealthy family but they never boasted with their wealth. Her mother was great friends with his own and Max was always the kind of girl who challanged him in a lot of things. She was always like that, always up for a chalange. But when Hogwarts started and she was sorted into Slytherin, there wasn’t much to help but to drift apart. He got his friends and she has hers, it was only a matter of time when the friendship ended.

“Max?” he repeated again.

“ I can’t find her. You know, the girl who yelled at you at the train.” she finally spilled, sitting down next to him.

“ Who? (y/n)?” 

“ I don’t know. I just thought she might have came to you after she appologised and after you asked her on a date.” she continued to speak, her hand running through her greasy hair.

“ No, no. I haven’t seen her since that day she got a letter.” 

“ It’s okay. It was worth asking, you know.” she smiled at James and got up. “ I’ll see you around.” she waved and walked back to her own table, leaving James in a pack of questions.

-----

James pondered today’s supper over and over again. Max was never worried about anything except school and Quidditch. She has always been such a carefree person almost reflecting Sirius. 

And you, well you were stuck on his mind as well. Sweet (y/e/c) and such a wonderful smile. 

‘  I can’t find her. You know, the girl who yelled at you at the train. ‘ her voice kept repeating in his head until a loud growl interrupted him from his thoughts.

Feeling the hunger grow as well as the sound of his growl, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed, put on some slippers and his head boy badge before he finally left for the kitchen. There was a privlage of being a head boy: You were never suspected of anything, so wandering the halls at this late hour surely made him feel invincible.

Tickling the pear, he entered the kitchen and took a big yawn. 

“ More sugar. Definetly more sugar. ” he heard some muttering behind the counter. 

He took a few steps forward, pulling out his wand to discover the intrudor.

“ Choco? That might work too.” he heard another mutter before the intrudor’s head popped up, jumping at the sight of James and covering herself in choco. 

“ (y/n)?” he puzzled as the girl seemed to be quite similar to you, only covered in chocolate powder. 

The girl looked up, sneezing as the powder tickled her nose, and you forced a smile on her lips. “Heeey, James.” you tried to play it cool, placing the choco on the caunter and sliding your hand to cover the mess you’ve made.

“ You know I can see it.” he chuckled and walked over, brushing off the powder from your robes. You stayed quiet, watching as his hand brushed off the powder from your cheeks. “ We’ve been looking for you. “ he looked up in your eyes and moved a strand of hair behnd your ear. “ Max was really worried.” 

“ Max...” you mumbled under your breath and turned your body towards the counter, looking over to the choclate mass you’ve created. “ She must be so pissed. “ you ran your hands down your face. 

“ So that’s where you’ve been. In the kitchen... cooking.” he quirked an eyebrow and dipped his finger in the bowl, tasting the chocolae mass. “ You should add more flour.”

“ Baking.” you corrected him. “ And yeah... it takes my mind of things.” you spoke glumly, avoiding his eyes before tasting the mass yourself. “ Maybe a bit vanilla aroma too.” you smiled and looked over to James.

He sat on the table, swinging his legs as he watched you continue with the mass. Both of you stayed quiet for a moment but James couldn’t help himself to interfere. “ I’m sorry but I need to ask. What was in the letter?” 

You stopped mixing the mass, glancing over at him as the words of your sister repeated itself in your head. “ What letter?” 

“Don’t play daft. Yesterday you got a letter and ran off with Max, you have dark circles around your eyes which meant you haven’t been sleeping for at least two days, your voice is raspy and you have been missing for a whole day.” he rambled on as he jumped back on his feet, walking over and taking your hands. “ You can trust me. I won’t tell anybody.” 

His warm hands left tingles on yours, his thumbs carresing the back of your hand as his eyes were kept on you. “ There’s nothing to tell.” you kept your eyes away from his. “ My sister left and so did my mom. I got mom’s letter this morning, while my sister sent one yesterday.” you forced a laugh and tried to stay put togehter. “ I mean it’s not like I care or anything.” you finally looked up at his eyes, pulling your hands away from his. “ My mom probably left with that guy she’s been seeing behind my dad’s back and my sister is probably at her ex’s place. It’s not like I planned the whole summer with her only to find out it will be spent in that apartment with my dad.” you continued to ramble on as he carefully listened. “ Maybe it won’t be that bad living with him. Maybe he’ll change.” you told yourself, completly blind to the tears that have been faling for the past conversation. “ But I’ll be fine, totally fine.” you forced another smile, looking at the boy who only squeezed you in a hug.

It was a different kind of hug though. Of course you weren’t much of a hugger but every single hug was completly the same except for this one. This one was different. It was warm and it felt good, it felt better. 

“I’m sorry.” he whispered and put his hand on your head as you laid it on his chest. His warm, musceled chest that gave a feeling of safety and comfort. 

“ I’m fine.” you tried to stay strong but he only pulled away and cupped your cheeks. 

“You don’t need to be right now. Let go.” 

And you did. Fat tears started rolling down your cheeks as you cried in his embrace. You cried all the tears that you held in for the past nine years. It was at age ten you realized crying only makes things worse. The thought of how you needed to stay strong for your sister became the reason you never cried. But letting it go felt liberating and you felt something you haven’t felt in years. You felt light. No more burdain, no more weight on your chest which squeezed the life out of you. It was all out, everything. Every pain, every bad memory... finally let free.

[deythbanger]

Comedy: Answers

By DeYtH Banger "I am pass" - Fuck this saying... who made up this shitty phrase it's awful and disgusting. "I get you" - Fuck you... try vibing that type of shit your worthless pinless fuck. "Hatred, you are too hateful... too negative." - It's substraction you idiot... I AM THE FUCKING BALANCE IN THIS UNIVERSE I JUST GOT A CHANCE TO BE LOUD AT A GANNY IT WENT AS FAR AS "OUT" LOUD PITCH... Sometines people like agressors and like others getting awful life that's what we are... we are piece of people who like and enjoy others suffering. The truth is that I masturbate on specific topics. Let's go full on... full forwatd emails gives me anxiety... IT'S LIKE FULL HARD ON OF GHOST RAPING YOU I AM NOT AGNOSTIC... MAINLY BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING MORE FOR THE FURTHER ARGUMENT... GOD DOES NOT EXIST VANGA IS BULLSHIT GANDI IS A PERVERT AND FUCK THE FUCKING STEALING FANTAST OF MOTHER THERESA I machos are the most worthless examples of intelect... so strong... so much muscles... so for what? To suck a dick? To show off: Fuck You. This is as far as you gonna get from attention hook point. Social status, for social stand point I am in dwn point hiarchy..I AM THE MOST HORRIBLE... BULGARIAN... AMERICAN... ENGLISH COMBUNATION YOU CAN GET FROM THE MARKET Yeah... yeah I remember the guy with the hat... he had great thoughts... "SO MUCH VALUE GIVEN TO ME... WHILE I FUCK HER..." Most of my worries are builded up.. I WORRY THAT WHAT GIVE AS VALUE US GOING TO BE USED IN SEX WHILE THEY FUCK... LESS GIVEN FUCK TO ME... AND MORE FUCK GIVEN TO HER I AM NOT GAY I AM NOT A DICK ADDICT I WORRY OF VALUE GIVEN AROUND AND SOMEBODY WINNING BECAUSE OF ME IF YOU WANT TO SUPPORT SOMEONE... START GIVING FUCK... START CARING... THE WAY YOU ARE DOING IT... IS BY FUCKING HER... OR HIM Gays are horrible re-group and as overall group they are so soft... so out of masculinity... IF I WANT VISUALISE WHAT'S WOMAN IN MALE VERSION... THAT'S WHAT MY BIAS PULLS ME OVER GAYS GAYS ARE THE MOST HORRIBLE MIXURE OF HORROR MOVIE IT'S SO UNNATURAL... SO AWFUL... There is porn in which people eat poop, it's called "THIS MORON NEEDS A BRAIN". There is porn in which you put objects inside holes... HEY FOLKS STOP DOING THIS SHIT MOST HOLES ARE NOT PUTTING OBJECTS... IT'S HORRIBLE UPBRINGING SHIT... MOST HOLES MADE UP TO PISS... EAT... CUM... POOP... THAT'S THE IDEA... Nothing too far... nothing less! What is great is small children I LIKE THE WHOLE idea of subscribing to the smaller version pussy go fuck in the far far future. It's definetly lesson giving and becoming a teacher on "fucking'. I hate people who lie and are not serious it's like AN AND AA meeting which is anal norms and assholes area meetings... those groups are for suicidal people. Great place! People say suicide is bad, but it's value giving process. You safe time, you economical by standpoint you make God's work more easy + you can make it fun... exciting and something to look forward. "Call Center" - Sorry folks I DON'T WORK ANYMORE THERE... I AM NOT OKAY OF SOMEBODY USING ME AS A PUPPET ABD FUCKING ME AROUND "Liars" We need those folks from evolutional stand point, but if you ask me... FUCK 'EM KILL THE WHOLE FUCKING REGROUP THE LESS FUCK GIVEN TGE BETTER LIFE GONNA BE LIVED Facebook and as overall social media it has not weight opinion + nothing more than going aroubd qualities: - Care More - Give Fuck More - Lie - Attention Span Deficific - Less Serious - Lazy - Procrastinate - Waste Time - Compare yourself - Qualify yourself All those qualities here are for control freak, compulsive and  obsessive... Anyone using underground... subway?Lately! I have been few times in the metro... today and lately since the whole beginning of the undergound base shit... I have been thousand times, IF TODAY I AM HERE... IT'S MAINLY BECAUSE OF COMPLAINING WHAT BUGS ME... IS THAT THERE IS WRITTEN NOWHERE AS FOR WHERE TO LOOK... WHERE TO STARE WHEN THE STOPS AS TOO MUCH OR YOU GONNA HAVE FUCKING LONG... FUCKING LONG RIDE The other thing is toilets with holes... it's nasty and horrible place... some places smell awful... exactly room awful. What I want to complain is idiolazing fans and too much staring beautiful women... I GET IDEA YOU ARE DOING IT BECAUSE OF TO GET CONFINDENCE TO ELIVATE... TO PULL UP THE CONFIDENCE SHEET BUT FUCK THAT PROCESSBUT FUCK THAT IDEA THE MASS IS LESS THAN YOUTHIS SHIT STAYS WITH ME When you grow up and you still want to play with toys like the way you were as a child... without looking like mental instable or mad... or crazy the way is to go in politics. There you play with toys for grown ups... you move action figures... you make real life consequences which to be honest is near as 5D ... with the mist updated matrix technology.

[onlyashwee]

I don't post this here to discourage anyone from the surgery, because I really value that I did it for my cat Dug. I'm glad for the extra time we got. I'm glad I have him that chance. So anyways. My timeline. After Thanksgiving of this year we saw that Dug was straining to pee, so we took him to our vet. They did an x-ray, saw crystals, said his bladder was hard. They gave me a muscle relaxer and pain meds in the hope that it would help him pass some urine, and told me to call them in the morning if he hadn't urinated. He didn't. I rushed him in the next day, he was clearly in pain, and they said okay we'll put a catheter in and monitor him. I went to work and while at work they called me saying they couldn't get a catheter in he was blocked so bad. They'd never had that happen before. They could only get an IV catheter in which wasn't enough to help my buddy. The recommendation - perineal urethrostomy surgery to remove the blockage and create his new urethra. I panicked about expense but I called many places, and found a place that I could afford, a wonderful place, willing to stay late to do the surgery.  They did the surgery, and I picked him up the next day. Got his meds. They said the surgery had gone well but that I should isolate him to monitor to him better and so he didn't play with our other cat. Anybody who's gone through the surgery knows it's hard afterwards. I spent lots of times with Dug, we cuddled even though he wasn't a cuddler... I think he knew I had helped him. Gave him antibiotics in his prescription wet food. The normal things.  When I took him in two weeks later to get his stitches out, they wanted to leave them in because he wasn't healed fully. Luckily by then I had gotten him a puffy collar that he didn't mind as much as the e-collar and we went on our way. After his two weeks of isolation I decided to let him out more but watch closely the whole time and to give him breaks without the collar cause he hated it.  Again, I took him in two weeks later for the final stitches. By then I could tell that he had lost weight, and my voracious eater of a cat wasn't even finishing his wet food that he loved. They checked his weight because I was worried, and he had lost 3lbs, but said it could have been stress, but they also checked his kidney levels, worried it was that, but they were perfect. So we went home. Days later he was eating even less and I asked them to look again because I was panicking. My tubby Duggy was even skinnier! He had lost more weight in those days. (approximately 30% of his body mass by now). They checked his urine, found bacteria, and said it seemed like it most be a bladder infection, and we got a shot of convenia.  Thankfully this helped! My buddy started eating much more normally again. So much so that he started puking again (he used to always puke if he ate his food to fast), and I was so relieved. This was mid January. He was back to a much happier self.  The first week of February we learned my husband's start date finally and knew we ought to move before his start date (or commute three hours a day). So we started packing, and initially Dug seemed fine, sitting with me as I packed boxes and wrapped pictures. Then the day after valentines i noticed him getting in and out of the litter box over and over, like the last time he was blocked. Once again, my heart dropped, worried he wasn't okay, and the vet that did his surgery took him immediately in. Well he wasn't blocked, he had peed on the vet, which was basically a relief. They agreed that maybe his odd behaviors had to do with stress, and that an antibiotic might help. So with that, we left again.  Following that he seemed a little better, definetly not doing such frequent trips to the litter box, but he started to pee on plastic things in the house. By then we were down to the last like two days before moving, so we put him in a bathroom with a litter box until the nice.  The day of the move I went down first with Dug so he could see the place initially while it was quiet and nobody was there. As soon as my husband and his friends got there, we locked him up so he wouldn't get out during moving. When my husband left, I let him out, and obviously watched him. He got a big tail and wandered around the house checking things out, but otherwise seemed fine. I thought it was going well. I really thought everything was going well for the next couple days. I didn't catch him peeing on anything until Friday (we moved Monday) and that I reasoned had to do with the area where his litter box was being closed on accident. It made sense of course that he had to pee somewhere. I didn't see any blood in his urine. I had no idea. But then I caught him peeing on the kitchen table, and my husband and I talked saying like okay maybe he has another infection of sorts, let's lots him up tonight, and be really strict with only wet food in his diet now. We had a plan of attack to see if it would help our Duggy.  Can I just say how wonderful he was Friday night? He was the best of all the things I loved about him when I spent time with him in his little area. I had plans to help him feel better. I bought a new scratching post and cosequin that would apparently help the bladder lining. I had so much planned to help him.  Saturday morning... I went down to feed him. He had puked. He was making terrible sad noises of pain and I could see he was bleeding from his urethra. This must be a blockage. I called three vets in the area, and one could take him in for sure, so there we went. I figured they'd unblock him... It'd be easy! He had a new urethra like a lady, it should be larger. It shouldn't have blocked at all... I thought good thoughts as I drove Dug to the vet.  At the vet they immediately put me in a nice room with him. There was obviously waiting because I wasn't a planned visit. But I used that time to pet Dug and try to comfort him a bit as he strained... The vet came in and felt his bladder, he was hard as a rock, definetly blocked. She explained two scenarios... The one we wanted, and the one we didn't. She said they'd do an ultrasound, and if the ultrasound showed stones, we could have a good prognosis, it's most likely that if they saw stones they could be treated with a diet that broke them down, and balanced his pH.  He didn't have the stones... So the other scenario... He had a stricture, possibly due to scar tissue. They could see fluid around his urethra, and inflammation. The prognosis... Not good. If they could get the catheter in, yes they could relieve him, but he would need to be monitored, and potentially another surgery. And there's only so much you can do to such delicate tissue as a urethra. And it likely would cause more scar tissue. She said she had seen from experience that with a block occurring so soon after, it was likely it would happen again and again and again. Even if he didn't need the surgery it was likely.  I'm crying as I type this...The choice seemed obvious, we had to keep my Duggy from going through this again and again. It wasn't fair to him. We had done what we could, and the vet said she had ultimately put a cat down for similar reasons, that it wasn't fair to her cat.  We put my buddy Duggy down. It was fast and it broke me. I miss him. It wasn't supposed to come to this.  I wanted to post this also because I wanted to tell the vet who had given me three more months with my buddy that Dug had passed. And she too was incredibly kind about it. She said that my cat was not a cat who had bounced back well. He was not as elastic as most cats... She did say most cats recover so well after the hump of the surgery that they don't have problems anymore. But my buddy was a stressed and anxious cat. I did everything to help him the best I could but I obviously couldn't change my cat... I wouldn't want to because he was my Dug.  That's why I posted this. Most cats survive the surgery with an excellent life, and I want people to do it because he's worth it. You can't know the outcome for sure, but it was worth for 80 or so more days of purring and Dug love.