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prince-toffee · 5 years ago

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Five Minutes

A sacrifice fic just to prepare for the inevitable.

(Sorry if there’s any grammar errors, I don’t care, I’m tired, ok I do care, consider this a first draft, I’ll fix it if something’s up.)

The doors locked. They did it. They won. The door ‘s access panel changed it’s green light to a red. The display on the panel read ‘Warning, temperature rising to dangerous levels. Clones present in WatchPoint Bay Q6.’ “Yeah, no shit.” Modulok grumbled to himself, and partially to the panel, as he sat down on the walkway next to his brothers.

“Sooooo, what- what’s happenin’? Is it working?” Vultak asked swallowing fear down his throat as he stuttered on the ‘what’. It did work, the Princesses managed to destabilise the core of the capital warship, The Velvet Glove. The She-Ra, Princess of Power, ploughed her mystical sword into the power core, which resulted in the station’s propulsion systems going offline and set the warship on a collision course with Etheria’s most populated centre, BrightMoon.

“Yeah, it worked alright.” Modulok scratched his two heads with his two left hands, “I just... I calculate that we’ve got about five minutes before either the ship burns up ooooor the all-mighty, all-powerful relic sword explodes and tears our atoms apart and flings them across the ten dimensions... maybe both, probably both.” Modulok shrugged his shoulders with a lifeless chuckle, which didn’t really comfort the perched Vultak on the walkway railing. Then again, what would possibly lighten the mood in that moment.

Hordak and Princess Entrapta managed to angle the station in a manner that it’d just nearly miss the planet, burn up in the atmosphere and use the momentum of the gravity to sling shot it into a surrounding moon. The space station was mentally linked to Horde Prime, everything was operated and controlled with his consciousness. With Prime dead, it put them into a difficult circumstance. Someone had to stay behind to make sure the ship stayed on course, someone mentally compatible with the Horde systems. Hordak was the logical choice, actually he was the only choice. He was the only High General present, meaning only he comprehended and was familiar with the warship systems. Hordak thought it was funny, She-Ra did finally kill him. A destiny fulfilled.

“Five minutes to live. That’s not a lot...” Mosquitor spoke up, giving off a an exhausted sigh. All six clones present in the room fell into tense and anxious silence. Fear and sadness blocked their throats, they weren’t used to talking, with their vocal cords, it was forbidden. Clones were only allowed to communicate telepathically and only communicate about their duties and objectives. Small talk wasn’t in the Horde dictionary. Ironically the only places where clones were able to talk and showcase their individualism was on the frontlines.

“Okay, so five minutes left of life... any last words?” Modulok asked shimming his rear to find a comfortable position to sit on the hard, cold walkway. A grated panelled pathway suspended at the centre of a deep chamber above a transparent force shield at the bottom. Which frames a view of heat and fire outside, melting and charring the metal outer casings of the ship.

“What’s there to talk about?” Despara quirked her brow at her brother’s question.

“Well, we’re clones, we don’t get this lucky. We’ve got five minutes to make up for all the decades of silence.” Modulok articulated.

To guide the warship most effectively Hordak had to observe the trajectory from a vantage point, that was where their paths diverged. Princess Entrapta protested, she held his hands in her own, massaged his knuckles with her thumbs. She raised herself up on her hair to face him eye to eye. She even gave him her signature smile, the one that melted his heart in a second. She had that look of possibility in her glistening crimson eyes, a spark of wonder and wanting that looked into multiple futures, hundreds of possibilities, a look that showed Hordak what he had to fight for, a world where that smile, those eyes and that laugh and that brilliant mind exist. A perfect world. He chose to make it, even if it was without him in it. He decided to do something his brother could never. A final gift to Entrapta, for all the trouble and confusion he caused her.

He gave her a kiss on her gloved hand, befitting for royalty, he gave her the best smile he could, and for the last time, he left her. Princess Entrapta would go on to cry for many days to come, but it was for the best. The greater good.

“Alright. I’m just gonna say it, food, not a fan. Too mushy. Has to go through your entire digestive system, which I didn’t even know existed until a few cycles back, and it has to come out th-” Modulok was cut off by Hordak, who previously was completely silent.

“You didn’t have to come with me.” He didn’t even look at them as he spoke, face down, staring at a small purple crystal in his hand, which he used to fugit with to ease his nerves.

“What are you talking about? We stay together. We’re defects.” Despara states to Hordak almost offended, all of them were through a lot, she felt offended that Hordak thought they’d abandon him now.

“We fought through war. We hold-ass across the universe. And we killed our god! Together!... Well, technically the blonde Valkyrie lady killed Prime, but still it’s the thought that counts.” Vultak shrugged, attempting to lighten the mood. Hordak rubbed circles on the purple crystal, looking down on it, his face reflected in it’s cracked surface. L-U-V-D. That’s what was etched on it. A fact. A reminder of her compassion. A wake up call. And he did wake up, from a dream world he believed all his life. A life of lies. From a hazy of toxic green to a reality of flaming red.

“I am your general. I stood at our brother’s side, you were mere soldiers, pawns. I deserve this pain, not you. You could’ve- you should have had normal lives.”

Mosquitor chuckled to himself, “Normal isn’t exactly in our dictionary.” The towering brute countered as he cradled the young hybrid in his arms, keeping Zed near his chest. As if it would make any difference when the fire broke through. “Also we’re not the kind of people the Etherians seem to want to deal with.” The statement made a wicked smile form on Hordak’s face. He enjoyed being in charge, being the one with the carrot on the stick. Having something of his own, something to his own name. They will always remember his name. Never forget. No one will ever forget.

“Then what do you think happens to our brothers? You think the Princesses kept their side of the bargain? You think their all off the ship, that they evacuated them?” Despara asked most likely imagining the worst, a possibility that there were some other poor clones still on board. That they were sacrificing lives that weren’t there own.

To quiet their minds, Hordak tiredly claimed, “No. They kept the promise. They’re honest people.” Hordak added that they had to, they were just like that, it was in their nature. Hordak knew their brothers were fine. BrightMoon had no court to try them, no holding cells and wouldn’t have enough to hold all of them for decades to come. And hopefully if Entrapta didn’t decide to hate him, she’d help them all and embrace them in her warmth. Dryl hadn’t had citizens for a decade or two, he was sure the clones wouldn’t be much of a downgrade. Add some life to the ghost town, so she doesn’t feel alone anymore.

“Yeah, well whatever they’re up to, it can’t be as bad as the predicament we’re in, heh.” Vultak flapped his winged arm around, a sharp gasp of pain escaped him as he moved his right around. No wonder either, it was bent forward, from the fight with Prime, literal minutes ago. It felt so victorious for just a moment, but life has a fun way of turning tables around.

“Plus, the Princesses, totally lame, right?” Modulok rolled his eyes as he attempted to stand up to get over to V and help his brother’s arm. But Vultak raised his left hand in protest, there was no need. It was going to be over soon. Modulok sat back down in defeat, amusement draining from his two faces. What good was a medic that couldn’t fix his fellow soldiers.

It was Mosquitor’s turn to brighten the situation, “Hah, yeah I bet they’re all clawing their ears out by now. Hehe, remember what those colour coded pansies moaned about all the time? Friendship? And rainbows? What a mucha losers, eh? Hehe... heh.”

“I remember.” Hordak stated. Never again. Never forget.

“Yea, losers.” Despara nodded.

“Losers.” Modulok and Vultak said at the same time.

“...Hmmmhehehahah- HA!” Modulok covered his face to hide his ugly laughter, forgetting about the other one expressing the same emotion.

“Mode, what the hell now?” Vultak asked, a smirk creeping up on him.

“Hehehehahahahhhh, ahhhhh man, w-heh-which one was the one that tried to hug Zed, heheheh and- and got burned. Oh lord. Oh Great Darkness. That face was priceless. HhhhhhhhHAHAHA!” The infectious mirth managed to wriggle out a small spasm out of Zed. His shoulders moving up and down, his nasal cavity wrinkling up in that cute way. Of course the young Zed contributed no sound of amusement as he was mute.

Despara shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. They all look the same to me.” The room shook violently, the pipes above rattled and metal panels fell off the walls and fell down through the force field below. Hordak’s realisation dawned on him, that he would be departing the mortal realm. Even thought there was an inferno forming beneath him, just outside that thin force field, even though he was surrounded by his clone brethren, his mind couldn’t help but wonder off to the thought of a certain Scientist Princess. His mind run wild with quite corny and laughable poetry, everything he wished he said to Entrapta. But didn’t.

He didn’t need her to devote her entire life to him. No. That’d be caging her. She deserved to be free, free to bend the universe to her will and bow before her beautiful intellect. He didn’t need her to lay her lips on him, she didn’t need to touch him. All he needed was just to see her smile, at him. Just for her to be with him, because that smile just for a moment saves him, just for a moment she makes him forget the endless pain he endured every day of his life. And every smile felt like an eternity of bliss. And so with just a look that woman could transport him into a perfect world, where he could live an eternity-long life.

But he didn’t say any of that to her. Hordak knew Entrapta wasn’t interested in long speechs, she had a short attention span, she was a woman of actions not words. That’s why before all this all Hordak gave Catra was a short note to give to Entrapta. He had her promise that she’d apologise to Entrapta, for all that she had done. Unfortunately, he made her apologise for the two of them. The note read ‘I’m sorry, and thank you. - Your ever loyal knight, Hordikins. Farewell My Queen.’ He could have gone on how there were no words in any dialect across the universe that could express how she made him feel, or that if she only asked he would have gifted her the universe. The note said everything it made to.

“Kinda sucks, all this. I only came on sentient a few hours ago.” Despara stated playing with her hair. The statement of dry humour pulled Hordak back from his day dream. “But I’m glad I had the opportunity to meet all of you. And... and be myself, even if it was short lived.” Despara finished. The words brought smiles to her fellow brothers, the past few Horde cycles were the craziest experiences of their lives, because they were experiencing life itself for the first time. They decided where their paths led. Especially Despara. She wasn’t always... herself. What was going to become Despara was clone DSP-772,411, whom was the detention guard overseeing Catra’s cell. ‘411 had never met an other lifeform other than clones. Dess was a servant clone. Never stepped outside the perimeter of The Velvet Glove. Her insight on the lay out of the ship came in useful to the defects in their infiltration to kill Prime. ‘411 always felt like they weren’t serving their cause properly, along side their dying brothers on the frontlines. Though not on the battlefield she risked her life every day. Prime had a tendency for violent mood swings. A dinner party for Prime’s guests could be more traumatising and devastative to a clones health than the trenches. Many clone have begged to be sent to the frontlines to escape the unspeakable horrors which occurred within the walls of the warship.

‘411 was immediately drawn to the captive Magicat. Catra spilled her heart, cried and whimpered, talked about an old flame of her’s, about how she hurt people close to her, about how the Princesses were “full of it” as she put it. And ‘411 listened to all of it. And at the end, when Catra’s tears dried up and she quieted down, all ‘411 could ask was, what a ‘she’ was. It must’ve shocked Catra, eyes wide in confusion and mouth drooping low in surprise. Hordak was there when she did, but he could’ve imagined the cat’s reaction, mostly because his first Force-Captains had the same reaction when he first asked that same question in his first years on Etheria. Captain Octavia had quite an interesting evening that day. He made her swear an oath of silence, to never speak of that embarrassing encounter.

Clones had no concept of sex or gender, things just were the way they were. As Prime intended them to be, perfect. The bodies and missions given to them by Prime were unquestionable. And it never was questioned, because none knew what other possibilities were out there. The alien armies of the Horde encountered were all different and unique, but there was no time or reason to study them. It wasn’t an objective. Prime did not care. Her brothers may have not fully understood, what Despara meant when she said she was always “this” deep down, but none argued, none protested against their new sister. She was a clone, a defect, one of them. She was a new experience. One of a kind. And as Vultak put it ever so elegantly, “Cool. I never had a sister before.”

It was ultimately her who let Catra out and helped her escape back to the Alliance. Hopefully she got that kiss she so desperately needed. Hordak met ‘411 only once before being sent off back to the frontlines, his return and the assault on the Velvet Glove, and briefly at that, on his way with a breakfast tray to Queen Glimmer’s guest room.

“Hey, hey, stop with that sappy stuff.” Mosquitor waved his hand dismissively, rolling his eyes. Moe, as his brothers called him, much like most clones including Hordak, wished to at all times seem tough. Poor MSQ-999,332 had it worse than most. He hide his defection for much longer than Hordak. The illness became so bad that eventually he could no longer use his own legs, his waist and legs lost all near all muscle mass. And so ‘332 became paralysed. He was just slowing down his platoon down, so his lower body was amputated. Of course the brother that rescued and brought Moe on board was executed for the crime of ‘Conferring with Inappropriate Machinery’. And Prime personally threw Moe out the airlock back down to the battlefield. ‘332 spent most of his days afterwards, crawling across mudded trenches. Luckily, Moe met on that some battlefield, MUD-111,117, or Modulok.

Nothing, but hatred and vengeance flew through his veins, it did for all of us. Mode managed to construct a life support system, for Moe, a walking hospital bed. Many parallels could’ve been made between it and Hordak’s own First Ones suit, created by Entrapta. Moe’s unit was twice the size of Hordak, it made him tower over even Prime, but the biggest difference was, Hordak’s suit was near indestructible, Moe on the other hand even if he had intimidation on his side the armour was more for life support than anything. Mosquitor faired better from a distance, ‘332 was an amazing snipper. The room shook more, sparks fling from wiring in the wall, the walkway holding them vibrated and shuttered. Moe took hold of Zed in his large arms, readying for the end.

The sight made Hordak thankful that Entrapta took Imp and got him to safety. The Lord of the Horde didn’t think he could’ve handled having to be forced to watch he’s own creation die... his little spy. He was safe, back on Etheria, in a loving home with a loving overseer. He only hoped that she’d teach Imp her ways, and hoped that one day Imp would grow into an intelligent man worthy enough to continue her legacy of brilliance.

Zed was the youngest of all the clones, although technically the creature wasn’t even a clone, but rather a hybrid. A prototype of the splicing initiative. A combination of Prime’s DNA and an unknown gene pool. The kid was an attempt at a creation of super soldiers, but failed. Poor kid always wanted to meet that other half of him. That other person that aided in bringing him into the world. This awful, awful world. Sadly, he never will, but he was the first to follow Hordak into the chamber. The boy did say back on the frontlines, that he’d jump into fire after him. And it was true. And to be more accurate, he didn’t say, he signed. All the defects learned the universal sign language. Zed might’ve been silent, but his voice wasn’t unheard.

He’s fate should have been a better one. He didn’t deserve this, he had a full life in front of him. Hordak never knew what drew Zed to him, why he asked so many questions, why he snuck out at night to see him in the trenches. When Prime sent Hordak back to the frontlines, after his torturous reconditioning, he lost hope, but when he stepped out, or rather more accurately, when he was thrown out the troop dropship. Face first in a muddy trench dozens of defects thrown down with him. When he looked up from the dirt and filth, a slither of hope ignited in his belly, as a hand extended to him. Wonder in the boy’s eyes. He overheard Hordak’s mention of being trapped on other worlds.

”Hey, V you’re staring into the ceiling buddy. Talk to us.” Modulok snapped his fingers at his winged brother. Vultak didn’t turn to face him, mesmerised by the ceiling falling apart. V’s facial expression showcased a hypnotised look. As a combat aerial unit he always did look into the skies. But it probably had to do something with the impending doom below. ‘Don’t look down.’ Hordak remembered was the advise Vultak gave him when they leaped out onto the Velvet Glove from the dropship they stole, which exploded seconds later in the void of space as it filled with laser fire. VLT-441,441 was a paratrooper in the Horde military, until of course his defect began to show. He was always used to jumping into certain death, fearless in any mission. Vultak didn’t fear anything physical, nothing in the universe made him back down. But now, at the end he looked frightened, he couldn’t look down, do no more leaps of faith, for faith, he lost.

It’s true V feared nothing physical, because he had faith. He was a man of god. A believer. But what happens to a man when your god turns his back on you? Horde Prime knew defection was inevitable for many clones. No machine was perfect, especially no war machine. So Horde Prime infused prophecies and implanted messages into all clone subconscious, so that when defection occurs, all clones are compelled to return to him. Easier than hunting them down, easier to cover up the disgrace of his failures. Easier to hide his mistakes, he couldn’t afford to let those space fairing races above him mapping his progress to know about things like that. Couldn’t afford to let those higher than him know he was capable of mistakes. Perfection was expected of him. Those others above him, he tried to impress them, to have them take him in, show him enlightenment. He, all he wanted to do, was show he was worth their celestial time, he was worth something.

And now he’s nothing. He is now dead. Hordak found that he began to enjoy poetry and it’s irony more and more, in a twisted sort of way. Truly clones.

“Do you... Do you think there’s something out there for us? Up there, where ever?” The questions were deafening, everyone hoped Vultak wouldn’t have gone existential on them. But Vultak was the biggest patriot of them all, even surpassing Hordak’s obsession with their brother. And in turn he was the one most hurt by Prime’s betrayal. He was no god, no grand being, just a liar. Hundreds of thousands murdered... for him, because they believed their big brother. Hundreds of thousands, they murdered, for a lie.

“Do you think any of it was true? Do you think he believed any of it? Or was it ALL a lie?” Hordak answered V’s question in his mind, since never before was it a private place: Lie. “The Perfect World. The Grey Mound? The Hold Peck? The Great Darkness?” V grit his teeth, another wave of pain from his broken arm.

“Worried about being sent to the bad place, V?” Modulok asked, weak smile wearing.

“I’m just wondering. What’s waiting in the beyond for a guy like me. It can’t be anything good... if there even is anything up there.” Modulok decided to stand up and close the distance between him and his distraught brother. He leaned against the railing on which Vultak perched himself.

Mode gently touched V’s shoulder, it made sure V looked at him when he spoke. “I promise you, where ever you wake up on the other side, I’ll be there with you. And I’ll always fix you up after you jump into certain doom. Brother, you have my word.” It was true, the two were inseparable. Threw pure change the two met on the frontlines. While V had his head in the clouds, Mode grounded him, pulled him down to his level. Mode was a realist. He was bad at his bed side manner, he never lied to himself or his patients. He was a field medic, he saw things no one should, endured horrors unimaginable to the innocent. Modulok was the oldest to them, he was through a lot, fighting from world to world longer than any of them in Prime’s name. Over the many decades the spark of pride dulled, Mode found himself lost, fighting across the stars for a cause he no longer believed in.

Mode’s was haunting, even to other defects, whom experienced hardships and injustice. Modulok’s defection was the most dire Hordak ever seen, MUD-111,117 developed a second head, and two left arms. His genome could have been compaired to a computer glitch, untreated it just got worse. It was a miracle that Mode managed to make it to such an old age. Many species across the universe considered age to be a weakness, a disadvantage, but ‘117 always argued that with age came experience, and with experience came knowledge, which in turn led to wisdom. It was Mode who constructed Moe’s suit, led Dess’s surgery, gave V his wings and taught Zed sign language. A true veteran. He had been through it all.

But what Mode never helped Hordak with anything, ‘ 117 was a medic, he was compelled to fix others. But when Hordak first arrived at the fronts of Primus Minor, he isolated himself from everyone else, kept to himself. Hordak treated his own wounds, he worked on his armour alone. When he took the suit off, he was forced to walk on his own, no armour support system. And so he locked himself in an unused compartment of the trenches and over the course of six months, he learned how to walk. Baby steps to an adult man, who never had a childhood. Mode gathered from all of that, that Hordak was a loner. A solo act. Didn’t do well with people.

There came a day where Mode pulled Hordak off to the side and asked him why he worked through all the baggage alone? Why didn’t he ask for aid? Why did he ignore them? Hordak apologised that it seemed like he was avoiding them. And what Hordak said back in response stayed with the medic ‘til the end of his life.

“Mode... If there is good and evil.

And good is better than evil.

God has to be good... Right?”

“I suppose so.”

“So, are we good? Are we... like him?”

“What do you think?”

“I think there’s no such thing as good or evil.

But it’d be nice... to be good.”

“So, anybody got any idea how much time we’ve got left?” Despara asked looking at Modulok. Who just struggled in return, he didn’t exactly have a timer, he simply estimated the time remaining. “So that’s a no? We don’t kno- We can just blow up at any second?... Cool.” Dess combed her hair with her fingers to calm her nerves.

“You really think a timer would settle your nerves?” Moe asked unconvinced.

“I suppose not.” Dess admitted.

“I could’ve been with her.” Hordak spoke up suddenly in the middle of the conversation, honestly he was so quiet Despara forgot he was there, even though he was seated right next to her.

“What’d ya mean?”

“I could’ve saved myself... the First Ones crystal, it’s a server. To help me sync up with her new armour, Entrapta recorded my brain waves on the crystal. My memories, my thoughts, my personality, all of it... I could have given it to her when I last saw her.

But I didn’t.

I lied.

I left her.”

All five siblings turned their heads side to side take turns looking at each other and then back at Hordak. His face unmoved. Looking at the purple crystal. Zed stood up and broke free of Moe’s embrace. The young one stepped up to him. Hordak’s blood red eyes drifted up to the boy’s hands. He signed.

‘Why?’

“...Because it wouldn’t be me. Not me. A clone of me.”

The clones fell silent. Head bowing down. No more needed to be said. Every aspect of their lives had been thrown into question, into uncertainty. When the assault on The Velvet Glove happened, Hordak was leading the charge. Prime captured him and tortured him, he hurt him in front of Entrapta. He fell to his knees and crawled back to Prime, like he always did. But this time it was different, he stood up, he walked to him. Like a man, not a dog. Prime insulted and demeaned him. Prime claimed that Hordak wasn’t wasn’t a person. Clones were nothing, mere shadows of his greatness. The clones were him, just dirtier, unclean. A lesser version of what he was.

This was their stance against that. Showing that their lives meant something. That they were worth something. They were worth the world, for that was what they were saving. The scale balanced out.

The force field beneath them gave off a thunderous sound, a final warning. The bay shook one more time, the artificial gravity became disabled and the room began to tilt and shift. The metal walls crumbled like paper. The walkway began to swing and crack. Mode took V’s unbroken hand into his own. Moe embraced Zed in his arms one last time. Dess wrapped her arm around Hordak’s shoulder, and he inturn pressed his head against hers.

Modulok gave his last words in the form of a question, “...Do... Do you think... Could’ve we done something, could’ve we ended up with a happy ending, all of us? Could’ve we been good? Would it have make any difference?”

Hordak spent his last moments thinking, he didn’t realise he was thinking out loud, “Good? I think there’s no such thing as good?...

But it was nice...”

What ever this was. What it meant. What it was worth.

The force field imploded, gave in. The fire broke through. The Velvet Glove burned up in the atmosphere. And the clones were no more. And on that day all of Etheria cheered, and celebrated. For the evil was vanquished.

Ding-dong! The witches are dead.

#hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #spop

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innaminitus · 5 years ago

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No more lies

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Hello girl🤗How you’re doing? Hope you’re fine If you don’t have a lot of request going Could you take this request with Peter Where Peter and reader are best friends, the kind that gets confused with a couple, reader discover that he’s Spider-Man and she’s terrified of something happening to Peter but saw it coming and then they really start dating Plus, nobody noticing the change until they see them making out or something XD (can be a lot of months later) just all the flufff 💞 Hope you can (from anon)

Warnings: Star Wars references

Word count: 1582

EVIDENCE #1 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT SPIDER-MAN

You rang the bell to Peter’s flat, hoping to find him there. He didn’t answer your texts nor calls and he promised to help you with chemistry. The test was tomorrow and you had no business in getting another F, so you really looked forward to his help.

May opened the door for you.

“Hi, Mrs. Parker, Is Peter here?” You asked, smiling at her.

“Y/N! Come in.” She let you in and closed the door. “He’s in his room.”

“Thank you!” You walked in the direction of his room and as always didn’t bother knocking. “Pete, why are you-“

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP?” He shouted and all you could see before he slammed the door was that he was undressing from some sort of a red onesie.

You shook your head and leaned on the door.

“I’ve seen you naked before, you know…”

“Only because Ned slid my swimmers down!”

You giggled at the memory of your last year’s trip to the beach.

“Are you done?” You sighed. “You know what, I don’t care, I’m coming in…” You opened the door and saw him tucking the red onesie to his closet. It looked weirdly similar. “What’s that?” A sleeve was poking out of the closet and you immediately recognized it. “Is this Spider-man’s suit?” You furrowed.

He quickly tucked it back.

“N-no, that’s just my… Halloween costume! Yes. Halloween costume.” He nodded as if he was confirming it to himself.

You raised your eyebrow.

“It’s April.” You sat on his bed and took out your books and notebooks.

“I want it to be perfect.” He sat down next to you. You wanted to say something, but he covered your mouth with his hand. “No more talking about the costume.” You furrowed and licked his hand. He jumped with disgust and tied to wipe the hand on your t-shirt, but you escaped him, giggling. He eventually wiped it on the bedsheet and took the chemistry book. “What are you too dumb to understand here?”

EVIDENCE #2 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT SPIDER-MAN

You were going home with Ned and Peter from school, Peter’s arm swinging around your shoulders. You decided to go for hotdogs and were waiting in a line to get some.

You ordered first, Peter was after you.

“You’re not paying for your girlfriend?” You heard the salesman say and widened your eyes.

“She’s not my girlfriend…” Peter laughed nervously and poked your ribs.

“You wish I was.” You rolled your eyes, but blushed slightly.

It wasn’t the first time someone had mistaken you for a couple.

“To be honest you two would fit together,” Ned said when you left the stand. “You act like an old marriage already.”

“N- no, we don’t.” Peter shook his head and took a bite, his arm was once again around you.

You raised your eyebrows and lifted the hands you unwittingly joined on your shoulder.

“I think we actually might,” you said and shrugged. ‘It doesn’t matter, because-“

“Help!” A scream of an elderly woman made you stop. “Thief!”

You saw a man running from her with a yellow bag in his hand. You turned to Peter to say you should call the police, but he was already gone. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish pulled out of its tank and looked around.

“Where is Peter?”

Ned shrugged.

“I- I don’t know-“

“Hey, it’s Spider-man!” Someone shouted and you turned to the direction everyone looked at.

Spider-man came out of nowhere, swinging on his web. He shot the web to the back of the thief and pulled him up. The thief was swinging now from the streetlight and Spider-man tied him there tightly before returning the bag to the woman.

You wished Peter was here, he was a fan of-

“Ned…” You looked at him. “Where is Peter?”

“I just told you-“

“Bullshit. Why is he always gone when Spider-man is near?” You raised your brow. “Ned, is he Spider-man?” He smiled nervously and you grabbed your sides. “Ned.”

“These are not the droids you’re looking for.” He waved his hands in a Jedi manner and backed himself before clumsily turning and running in the direction of your home.

These two idiots.

EVIDENCE #3 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT SPIDER-MAN

EVIDENCE #4 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT SPIDER-MAN

You waited for Peter in his home. May let you in and went shopping and you were sitting on the backrest of the couch.

You wanted him to admit that he’s Spider-Man. He was doing stupid, reckless things and you wanted him to stop. You hated the thought of him getting hurt…

You heard the lock in the door and Peter entered the house. When he reached the living room he jumped at your sight.

“Y/N, you scared me-“

“The floor is lava!”

You’ve never, ever, saw anyone do a backflip that fast. He landed on the armchair and you gasped, quickly standing up on the cushions.

“I knew it!” You shouted and pointed finger guns at him, as always when you were fighting. “You’re Spider-Man!”

“Y/N, that’s not what you think! Put the guns down!”

“How could you keep that a secret?!” You pretended to reload the guns.

“PUT THE GUNS DOWN!” He raised his hands in the air.

“You lied to me!”

“You are very reckless with your weapons, Y/N!” He jumped on the coffee table and then onto the couch you were standing on.

“Just tell me the truth,” your voice was shaking. “Are you Spider-man?”

He took a deep breath to say something, but closed his mouth.

“Yes.”

You clenched your teeth and hit his chest.

“How could you?” You kept hitting. “How could you not tell me? I thought we were friends! We were supposed to tell each other everything! No secrets, remember? You pinky swore…”

He seized your wrists and you had to look at him.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to know because I knew you would try to stop me. And… I thought that the less you knew the safer you would be.”

“You were damn right. I don’t want you to do it.” You shook your head. “It’s too dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“But it’s alright, Mr. Stark makes sure my costume is as awesome as possible and-“

“Tony Stark takes part in this? A grown man lets a teenager do all of this?”

His hands slid from your wrists to your palms and he wrapped his fingers around yours.

“Please, don’t worry.” He tilted his head. “I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt it, just…” You couldn’t find words, so you just pulled him for a hug. “Don’t you ever lie to me again,” you muttered in his chest when his warm arms wrapped around you.

“I promise.”

You moved away slightly, so you could see his face.

“Pinky swear?” You moved one hand so you could stick out your little finger, the other one was still wrapped around him.

He did the same and entwisted his finger around yours.

“Pinky swear.” He kissed your palm and you kissed his. He looked you in the eyes when he slowly lowered your joined hands and within a second pressed his lips onto yours. You were so shocked you didn’t move at all, you only widened your eyes. He stiffly moved away. “I- I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking-“

You almost jumped at him, your lips met his again, but this time you weren’t so passive. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he deepened the kiss. After a few seconds you moved away, but still held him close.

“I… Um…” He was stuttering. “Maybe you would like to… You know…“

“Yes,” you laughed and he smiled with relief. “I’d love to date you.”

He moved away.

“Wow, that’s totally not what I was going to say… Awkward…” Your smile faded and you were sure you got pale. You were so stupid- But then he laughed. “I’m just joking! Just joking!”

He tried to kiss you again, but you threw him off the couch.

“It’s over, Anakin. I have the high ground.” You threw pillow at him and he laughed. “Die in lava, asshole.”

He took something from his pocket and before you could realize what was happening, his web was pulling you to him. You landed on his chest and laughed with him before placing a soft kiss on his lips. It felt so good to kiss him-

“And what are you kids doing here?”

EVIDENCE #1 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT YOUR BOYFRIEND AND NO ONE NOTICED

You were sitting on the bench at the cafeteria, Peter’s arm wrapped around you.

“Why are you not eating the veggies?” You asked, watching him push them aside.

“Watch your own plate.” He murmured.

You speared a piece of carrot on your fork and waved it before Peter’s face.

“Eat.”

He just rolled his eyes and obediently ate the carrot, then took the opportunity of lowering his head and pressed his lips onto yours in a sweet kiss. You heard someone choking and you moved away with raised eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked Ned as he tried to breathe.

He pointed a finger at you.

“You just kissed! Like a couple!”

Peter furrowed.

“Ned… We are dating for at least a month now.”

“What?”

#peter parker x reader #spider man x reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker imagine #spider man imagine #spiderman imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers imagine

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malexfan10 · 5 years ago

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Vlamis, Malex & Roswell drama

Hope everyone in California is doing OK after the earthquake and aftershocks.

This is kind of long. Sorry in advance!

So yesterday was one of those days. I was disappointed like many others but now a day has passed. Let’s just step back and take a deep breath. If we get ourselves completely torn up every time something new like this podcast comes out, we won’t last the month let alone the next 6 or through next season!

M&M is happening. I don’t like it. You don’t like it. None of us likes it. But it’s happening & there’s nothing we can do but suffer through. Some may choose to step away, others may choose to brave it out. Understandable either way.

Regarding the latest podcast, Vlamis called Alex a dick and thinks we’ll all fall in love with Candy.

OK, first point. We will not fall in love with Candy. Sorry, Vlamis, but no matter how hard you or Carina try, we’re not getting on the bitter Candy bandwagon and here’s why:

- the buildup/foundation simply sucked

- the deep feelings sprang out of nowhere

- the story in general was a mess

- no one in their late twenties/early thirties indulges in love triangles (it’s not Gossip Girl or OTH for God’s sake)

- they’re dragging Alex under the bus to let M&M shine

Those above, plus others, are all reasons why we don’t support M&M and won’t fall in love with them either. We’re in too deep with Malex at this point. They’re permanently cemented in our hearts and there’s no going back (unless there’s some major character assassination of Guerin next year where we just won’t want Alex with him anymore). But we’re not there yet! Malex all the way!

Him calling Alex a dick was sad to hear. All of these characters have suffered in their own ways on the show. Isobel’s very foundation was rocked by Noah. She was violated and used. Kyle discovered his father not only had another child but was involved in the alien conspiracies as well. Liz discovered why her sister really died and who was involved covering it up. What she and her father endured in the wake of Rosa’s death was heartbreaking. Michael felt abandoned his whole life, first through foster care and then by the one person he truly loved. Alex having reasons to leave are a separate point – it doesn’t negate the fact that Michael was still left heartbroken. Let’s not forget Caulfield. Finally, there’s Alex. The boy who was bullied, suffered through parental abuse, homophobia, ultimately forced into choosing a life in the military as his only escape, experienced years of war, became disabled and most likely has PTSD only to come back to his hometown and discover the man he loved was not human at all. Ran out of breath just writing that!

To say that Alex has suffered greatly on this show is an understatement and to label the way he works through his trauma as dickish behavior is grating. People deal with trauma in different ways. Some shut down, detach themselves from anything remotely emotional in an effort to cope. Others talk through their problems with people they trust or professionals. Some lash out, others swallow their pain. We can’t blame someone for the way they handle and react to trauma as everyone experiences it differently. For Vlamis to call Alex a dick…I really wish he hadn’t said that. Words can be hurtful and leave bad impressions and both of his comments have done that (toxic is the other).

But do I think Vlamis should be “cancelled” or ostracized by the fandom because of a few choice words? No, I don’t. Sometimes our words run away from us. Calling the Malex relationship “toxic” and Alex a “dick” were both regrettable and insensitive. But should the man be dragged over hot coals because of it? I don’t think so.

We have to remember that M&M is happening whether we like it or not. It’s the showrunner’s choice. We don’t agree with it. In fact, we actively dislike it but it’s happening none the less. Carina has shown us that this is her show (which I can understand, to a degree) and that her opinion is the only one that counts (I vehemently disagree). He has to promote what’s happening with his character. That part’s understandable as much as I detest the storyline. I just wish he would use a bit more tact when he speaks next time.

But I do think it comes down to not realizing what he says may leave a bad impression. I don’t think he’s a bad person. In fact, I think he’s rather lovely. Remember, he’s still that same adorable curly haired guy who keeps giving us these amazing Vlamburn moments. Just a few days ago, we had that “date” and “Tyler, will you hold my hand”. He’s loveable. Just perhaps someone should advise him to consider his words before he speaks and maybe sometimes put a cork in it! Do I agree with him labeling Alex as a dick? No, nope, nada. Do I think the Malex relationship was toxic? I hate that word because of the negative connotations connected with it. But in the end, he’s still one half of a pairing I love with all my heart. I may not agree with some things he’s said or some of the character’s actions, but no one’s perfect, him included.

Can I just add, it’s uncool to attack an actor on Twitter or some other platform. We can disagree with things people say, have mature discussions and provide criticism without swearing them out. We’ve been burnt before and don’t appreciate the run around, being lied to or having a carrot dangled in front of us. But we can also express our opinions in a more eloquent manner because ultimately, that’s how we want Malex and the Malex fandom to be seen.

They can keep trying to paint Alex as the bad guy to prop Candy but look out, writers! It’s having the exact opposite effect! We’re standing even more united for Alex Manes and yes, Malex as well.

So try to hang in there! Don’t let this show stress you out. We fell in love with Malex for many reasons. Let’s keep remembering what those reasons are. Let’s remember all the amazing Vlamburn content we’ve had. Let’s continue to use social media to show our dislike for this narrative, for M&M, for our irritation of Alex shouldering the blame. Hopefully, the more we discuss it, the more the writers will finally understand. Let’s also hope that Vlamis, as loveable as he is, takes a step back and realizes that words can have consequences and alienating the majority of the fandom to promote his latest storyline can be hurtful to his fans and ultimately not the best move.

Finally, one other thing that’s really annoying me is all the Malex moments going to M&M. Vlamis said something about him wanting to “play guitar for this woman” or some other nonsense. What happened to that moment being for Michael only? You can’t see me, but I’m rolling my eyes so hard right now!

UFO Emporium, guitar...all these moments going to M&M and he thinks we’re going to fall in love with Candy? Buddy, love you, but what kind of Kool-Aid are you drinking? You guys are just giving us more reasons NOT to like them!

Fingers crossed these next few months go smoother than the ones we’ve had since April. I keep thinking that once Tyler starts interviewing and promoting, we’ll feel more at ease. Also, what is this, the Guerin & Candy show? Why is no one else interviewing, like let’s say Jeanine? Is she not the main character? Didn’t Max die? LOL

P.S. On a totally different note, I recently started watching Shameless. 9 seasons have aired and season 10 is coming soon. Let me just say that I fell in love with Mickey Milkovich and Gallavich (Mickey & Ian). Not sure if anyone has watched the show but man, was I blown away. One of the best character arcs I have honestly ever seen was crafted for Mickey. Hate the showrunners for the terrible writing towards the end (what else is new) but at least the characters had a mini reunion last season & both are coming back next year. If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend it!

#malex #Roswell Nm #roswell new mexico #michael vlamis #michael guerin #roswell alex and michael #roswell nm season 2 #alex manes

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frekydeki · 6 years ago

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Returned

A/n: I’m terrible because I haven’t posted for the @ibwhellospring writing event in like six days... But I’m gonna catch up while I can, and since I’ve finally had time today to sit and write, I threw this together. Generally speaking, this is a fluff, but me being me, it ends in angst. Please enjoy! :)

Prompt: First kiss/ last kiss

Pairing: (Bucky X reader) at this point I guess it’s not really a surprise I’m just such a hoe for Bucky

"So this is the weeks dame, huh?" Is sighed next to the soldier. He removed his eyes from his brunette date and put them on the red lipped woman next to him. Her eyes turned up to his, egging him on for an answer but instead closing up his throat; boy she was poison to him. "Now what's that supposed to mean?" He barked down to her, leaned closer to her in that booth, and grinned at the spark he saw snap into her eye. Instead of rewarding him with the smack of her exceptionally well chosen words - she'd always had a tongue sharper than anything he could think of - she returned her eyes to the small form uncomfortably lingering next to the woman and her red haired friend. "I'm just wondering if she'll beat your record, Buck." The girl sighed as she put her drink down and rested her empty hands on her lap. "Not that it'd be the hardest thing to beat. I mean, the longest you've kept a girl by your side's been what? A week and a half, two at most?" "Don't you make me sound to be a player! She'll up and leave me faster than that floating car broke down earlier!" He had to really strain his ear to catch the soft, wind chime of a giggle that came from his friend next to him. "Well shouldn't you be up there with her, then? Now if I were ever taken on a date, I'd be darned if he wasn't spending time with me!" Bucky, at that, let out an exasperated sigh, smacked his lips, and flicked his wrist at the girl. "I couldn't leave you alone at the table." He flicked his head in the direction of the greasy haired man that'd been eying his friend the entire time they were there, "I wouldn't want the vultures swoopin’ in, lookin for a meal."

"He couldn't say a word to me over this music no matter how hard he tried Bucky. I'm deaf as a doorknob here!" She whined, patting her hand over her pretty locks of hair. He smiled warmly at the pout the girl wore while she was in that joint... He knew she hated to be in such loud, crowded places, but Bucky just couldn't stand it if he didn't spend his last day in Brooklyn with his best friend and the girl he adored more than his mother's pies on a summer afternoon. A tray slapped down onto the table, filled with fries and every other type of ungodly food, and one little thing of ranch and carrots for the tiny framed man scowling at the two; both smiled warmly and sweetly up to him. "Bucky, you bring (Y/n) and I along to the most expensive diners in town to impress these girls you like to swing around with and frankly I am quite tired of it. It's eating us out of house and home!" Steve cried, motioning to his wide eyed sister. She merely laughed and pulled her older brother down by his sleeve. "Stevie don't you worry about something so measly as that! Tonight is the last night we get with Sergeant Barnes before he's off to be a hero, so we best make the most of it! Now hand me those fries I feel like I'll pass out if I go any longer without food." Her brother shoved them to her, lecturing her about how unhealthy they were to eat. "You alright there, doll?" Bucky asked the red cheeked girl, evaluating everything that was off about her that night. He'd been taking notes since he first laid eyes on her from that staircase all the way up to that moment, when it'd become too much for him to ignore anymore. Her lips were pulled down at the corners rather than resting lazily in a smile... Her eyes kept getting lost in thought while staring at nothing in particular. She'd take up her skirts in her fists or clench them together until her knuckles were white in her lap. Her shoulders were slouched when she'd usually hold them back in a confident manner... And he just couldn't help that knocking on his gut that (Y/n) just wasn't feeling well at all. In response, the girl hesitated before popping the fry in her mouth. Her eyes were kept on her hands for an alarmingly long time, and neither of those men failed to catch on to that. After she swallowed that fry, however, she beamed up to him with a smile brighter than any sun, and one that was even faker than any plastic he'd seen; it made him sick to his stomach if he was honest. "I'm dandy as a dandelion!" Steve's skin crawled with the cold lie that came from her lips. "Please don't lie like that, Y/n... It makes me uncomfortable." Bucky sighed with a smile. Her lips pursed in disappointment. "I've been just fine, right, Steve?" She looked to her brother expectantly; his answer less than satisfied the girl now glaring at her brother after the words, "No, Y/n, you've not been. A moping mess slouching around the apartment is what you've been." Came out of his mouth mindlessly. Bucky laughed heartily at the betrayed look that came from his friend. Silfishly, his thoughts began roaming about what could be knocking her so off the mark... And he ventured that perhaps it was him bringing yet another girl with them - she'd always acted a little like that when he did, but never so drastically - and even worse than that, he thought it may have to do with him leaving tomorrow in the morning. Silence rang between the three figures at the table, one carelessly snapping away at carrots, one taking preoccupied, nervous sips of her drinks, and the last staring very intensely at the other. "It's gotten pretty stuffy in here." Steve commented. Y/n nodded in agreement very quickly. "Let's go for a walk, then." Bucky suggested to the two, who gladly began gathering their things to get out of there as fast as they could. "I'll go get-" "They left. Said something about having a curfew, and told me to tell you they had a good time and would write ya." Bucky's mouth drew into a thin line. That was- "How rude!" Y/n screeched as she snatched her purse from the leather booth and stormed between them directly towards the door. "Any person with even a little bit of decency would've said goodbye themselves! For shame! Those young ladies were a bad pick on your part Barnes! And don't you say I didn't tell you so!" She was on a rant just a little ways in front of the two meandering men, both offering her warm smirks. She was a rather passive woman, until someone lit her wick and she exploded like the firecracker she was. "Say, Buck... When're you gonna tell her?" Steve leaned closer to his friend and kept his voice low so the woman in front of them couldn't hear. "Tell' er what?" Bucky stuffed his hands into his uniform pockets and looked back to the flailing woman in front of him. "Tell her that you like her?" His feet stopped moving, and so did his lungs. Like her? Like her! His wide blue eyes turned onto his friends, his mouth open and looking for the words to say to him. "I... I have no idea what you're talking about!" He coughed as he moved to catch up to Steve. A nice laugh left his friend. "Well, I just thought that maybe since you invited her everywhere, watched her every little move, smiled at everything she did, stood so close to her, found random excuses to touch her... Ya know, that you'd maybe like her... Maybe..." Steve raised his eyebrow at him before continuing his interogation, "Love her even?" "Even if I did, Steve, nothings gonna turn of it." "Why?" "I'm off to war. She's here. Plus... Y/n's your little sister. I'd hate to offend you." "Offend me! You? You're my best friend!" Steve rammed his boney elbow into Bucky's rib cage. "There's not a better man I know, and no one I'd trust her more with. Besides... There's not a man she loves and treasures more than you, Buck." Silence rumbled between the two. One having a revalation, the other painfully tired of watching the two love birds dance around each other and avoid every chance to make a move. "Other than me, of course." The blonde added. Bucky let out a loud laugh. At that, the girl locked her fiery eyes on the soldier. "Something funny, Barnes?" "Not at all!" She remained in her spot while he stepped dangerously close to her; instead of backing down she remained firm in her spot, raised her chin, and narrowed her eyes playfully. "You might not be a Sergeant mister but I'll still take ya!" She challenged. Bucky grinned as he leaned down a little closer to her. "Yeah? What'll you do about it, doll?" She was going to bite back at the brunette but Steve called down to the two from the doorway. "I'm going in. I'll catch a cold if I dilly out here much longer. I'll see you in the morning, Buck. Come inside soon, Y/n, can't have you getting a cold either." With that, his small frame was gone from view. The girl stepped up the stairs a little while Bucky stared in wonder; did she truly love him? She must've felt his eyes on her, because she snapped around and leaned to catch his darting blue eyes. "It's everything alright Bucky?" "Peachy!" She raised her brow as she tightened her folded hands on the handles of her purse and watched him intensely. "It's cold out!" He blurted nervously, messing with the hat on his head. "You got assigned to day, right?" Her voice had taken on a much softer chime. Bucky let out a loud breath through his nose. He nodded as he tried to ignore the burning beginning in his upper abdomen. "107th." He answered. "Steve got in too... Special circumstances he says." She quietly mumbled as she kicked the toe of her black heel on the step. It didn't take much examining for Bucky to notice the glazed look taking over in her downcast eyes. Bucky, without thinking much - he never did when it came to Y/n - took a few steps up to her and put his hand on her chin. "I'll protect him with everything I have, Y/n. Always have. Always will." She stared up at him, and he could see she was trying to steel her quivering lip. She nodded and sighed after she gazed into his eyes a little longer before she took her chin from his grip and walked the rest of the way to her door. But she stopped, and Bucky was still there watching her go. "And what about you, James?" She quietly asked. His chest was swarmed with warmth; because of anxiety about the morning or the concern dripping from her eyes, he didn't know. She brought her eyes to his again, "Who will protect you? Will you come back to me, James?" Her voice cracked. It broke his heart to see how petrified she was to see both of them go in the morning. "I promise I'll make it back to you, and with Steve right next to me." She clenched her jaw. "You better, James Buchanan Barnes. You better." She grabbed the door, but hesitated again. He didn't have much time to react other than to draw in a quick breath as she descended the stairs and pressed her lips to his gently. He felt the tremble in hers. Faster than it started, she pulled away... It was a shame he didn't have time to pull her closer. "You make sure you keep that promise. Good night, Bucky." She whispered before she scrambled into her apartment with red cheeks. He stood on those wet steps, staring at where Y/n was, until the cold of the damp night began to shiver in through his sleeves. He'd prayed several times since that night that it wasn't the last time he'd see her beautiful eyes or feel those soft lips - even though she'd chew on them when she was nervous or stressed, he noticed - and carried her picture in his pocket during every battle. He'd come to terms with forgetting everything else about Brooklyn, but not her. He'd forget the sound of dance music, or the echo of music from a cars radio as it passed by, and even the taste of seasoned food... But not Y/n. Her eyes were locked in his mind forever, until they scrambled his memories and finally took her away from him after twenty years.

He let out a sob that was dangerously close to a scream. His friend, the one he only just reunited with, was trembling; it's so out of his character that even Tony zips his mouth shut. Steve clenches his jaw, still trying to comprehend what's standing before him. Y/n should be older now. With white hair and laugh lines, grandchildren dancing around her, apple pies steaming on her counter. But still with those vibrant green eyes, still waiting for them to come home with a smile on her lips. So why are her eyes so dull? Why is her skin wrinkle free, her pink lips in a frown, hair dirty but still deep with color. Why is there a gun in her hand? Why is it pointed at Steve's chest? On her uniform - black and tight on her strong body - burned a symbol that made Bucky want to vomit... "Y/n..." Steve whines, not thinking -maybe even not strong enough - to raise his shield to her; his little sister would never hurt him. Falcon has to step between the blonde and the storm of bullets Y/n’s letting loose from her gun. One set of blue eyes fall vacant, and the other venomous with rage; Steve has lost his final comfort of believing that at least his little sister had a chance, and Bucky can't stop asking himself that same damn questions: How long was she tortured in the same building, in the same way as him? How many times did she cry for him? For Steve? How long did it take for her to break? If he were stronger... If he fought back, could he have saved her? It rattled him to the core that she had endured such horrors, and all of it done just under his nose. Bucky blocks a small punch from the small girl - discovering her to be considerably strong - and searches to catch her eyes. He shamelessly lets his lip contort as he watches those vacant eyes, searching his in confusion; will he ever be able to get her eyes back to the one's he loves?

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 years ago

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I think Tumblr ate my ask but idk so sorry if your seeing this twice? But any good Sterek with Nerd!derek (like wearing glasses and blushing all the time Nerd)? Thank you! You guys are amazing

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Anonymous said:I just finished reading stilinskisparkles’ Losers fic and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it *^* so I was hoping if you could recommend me some popular jock!Stiles and shy, awkward, nerd!Derek? Thank youuuuuuuuu

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Anonymous said: Hi, can I ask for a Sterek fic recommendation wherein Stiles is the popular kid at school and Derek is the shy/nerd/quite kid at school who has a secret crush on Stiles? We have so many popular/jock Derek and I want to switch it up a bit for a change xD Also, totally a plus if Stiles has a not-so-secret crush on Lydia at the beginning and then develop feelings for Derek,

I do love nerdy!Derek. It’s a nice change. Here’s the tag. - Anastasia

Losers by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 34,234 I Explicit)

Where Derek is new to college, eager to spend his time learning, and Stiles is everything he didn’t want in a room mate. He’s loud, he’s into sports, and he keeps trying to make Derek do things.

Or, the one where Derek falls for a jock, Erica will cut you if you disturb her studying, and Jackson is a closeted romantic who pretends to hate everything.

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[podfic] you in that dress (my thoughts I confess) by reena_jenkins

(1/1 I General)

Derek Hale is the hot guy in color guard. (He’s the only guy in color guard.)

A Thing of Chemistry by auroreanrave

(1/1 I 638 I Explicit)

Because nothing says ‘I love you’ like screwing on your chem lab table.

Te Amo, Je T'aime, I Love You, Ich Liebe Dich, Etc by AnonymousActions

(1/1 I 1,084 I General)

Derek is a nerd and likes to tell Stiles he loves him as much as possible in as many languages as possible. Stiles seems oblivious.

True Love by anglophilia

(1/1 I 1,409 I Not Rated)

Stiles is at a party and falls in love with Derek’s butt.

Action and Reaction by orphan_account

(1/1 I 2,299 I General)

“Stiles intrigued Derek, and because Derek thought everything had a formula, that everything was action and reaction, he wanted to know what Stiles was reacting to.

The whole punk thing? It was a social commentary. It was someone standing up for something, and Derek wanted to know why Stiles thought he had the right to stand up for when everyone else was just trying to get through the day.”

Have Yourself A Nerdy Little Christmas by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 2,858 I General)

He was on his fourth weird cucumber-cracker… thing…. and generally wishing Lydia would just serve desserts and pizza bites like a normal college student, when he happened to glance up at just the right moment

And all of a sudden, his entire night turned around

“PUG!”

The guy in the ugly Pug themed Christmas sweater jumped, turning to Stiles with what could only be described as a look of utter fear in his eyes

Here We Lie, Outstretched by redeyedwrath

(1/1 I 3,455 I Teen)

“I couldn’t sleep,” Stiles says, and he shrugs, twiddling with his thumbs. The moonlight catches in the hollows of his cheekbones.

Derek snorts. “So you thought that if you couldn’t sleep, neither should I?”

Or, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors and they’re Make Out Buddies

Strut into Your Heart by Brittanica2015

(3/3 I 4,059 I Not Rated)

Derek is a college freshman who’s working as a barista in order to get enough money to satisfy his book addiction. Everything is fine until one day his favorite model, Stiles Stilinski walks in and completely changes his life.

all i want for christmas is you by haleofStilesheart

(1/1 I 4,140 I General)

The annual Christmas office party at Hale and Associates Law Firm was one of Stiles’ favorite times of the year.

flawless by bibliosexual

(1/1 I 4,919 I Teen)

“I know you and I are, like, werewolf-married, but dude, if I ever met Lydia Martin in person … All bets are off, is all I’m saying.“

It’s not like Stiles really means it (does he?), but it still makes Derek’s hands clench into claws on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, if,” he says, and keeps his eyes on the road.

Approximation by inatshej

(1/1 I 6,638 I Explicit)

Derek’s type is a self-confident, blonde girl. Her grin is almost dangerous, her laugh’s loud, and she may seem arrogant – but if anyone has a reason to be arrogant, it’s her.Stiles’ type is a genius, strawberry blonde girl. She looks perfect no matter the time of a day, her taste’s impeccable, she’s popular as well as respected – but taken.They turn to each other, struggling with the choices and people around them.

atom to atom by jadore_hale

(2/2 I 8,983 I Teen)

“So, you’re telling me that you hate Derek so much that you wouldn’t leap at the chance to jump his bones?”

“That’s different!” Stiles cried.

“How exactly?”

“Because unfortunately for me, Derek’s hotter than the Earth’s mantle. All we need is one rough hate-fuck— Preferably in the chem lab, role-playing sexy chemist while he bends me over one of the tables—and I’ll get him out of my system. That’s as far as our relationship will ever go.”

Stiles glanced across the cafeteria to where Derek was still fail-eating his lunch and sighed so put out.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make fun of Derek eating organic baby carrots.”

Bid on Me by Stereksale7

(2/2 I 9,471 I Explicit)

“Don’t celebrate yet. I’m only bidding on him if no one else does. Which will never happen because everyone wants him.” Derek said, smirk turning triumphant at Erica’s exasperated expression.

“Oh come on Der-” Erica started to whine, but quickly cut herself off when the auctioneer (Derek was pretty sure he was the frat’s president) called out “And one of our last auctions of the day, Stiles Stilinski!”

Derek’s heart dropped to his stomach in anticipation, waiting for the moment where some hot busty blonde or some Calvin Klein model guy bid on Stiles and won.

Except. It never happened.

“Shit Der, are you magic or something? Does everything you predict turn out to be wrong? Quick, say ‘Erica will not suddenly be handed a million dollars’ out loud for me”. Derek rolled his eyes and waved Erica off, watching as the auctioneer listed off qualities of Stiles, dropping the starting bid from $50 to $30 to $25, all the way down to $5.

Derek was drowning in secondhand embarrassment. And judging by Stiles’s badly concealed hurt expression and pink cheeks, he was suffering from a whole lot of first hand embarrassment.

These Stars Will Guide Us Home by anodyneer

(1/1 I 9,937 I Teen)

Derek fell for Stiles from the first time he saw him in a crowded planetarium, and the feeling was definitely mutual. For as well as they got to know each other over the weeks that followed, Derek still couldn’t help feeling like a piece of the puzzle was missing - namely, the piece involving Stiles’ home life. When Stiles disappears just before Thanksgiving break, Derek learns the truth about his boyfriend - and it’s crazier than anything he could have imagined.

A Love Like Religion by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 10,696 I Explicit)

“Derek, my man, you missed an epic party on Saturday. Seriously, dude, I know morning Mass is like, your thing, but come on. You’re missing on out so much life has to offer, bro.”

Big hands land on shoulders with a thump and a squeeze while Derek stands at his locker, loading his gigantic calculus book into his backpack. He gives his best friend a practiced sidelong glare, which of course just encourages him. “You’ll change your mind when I tell you who sucked me off in Lydia Martin’s bedroom,” Stiles snickers into his ear.

Despite himself, Derek is curious. He tries to hide it by focusing on his books, but he knows the heat in his cheeks betrays him. “Who,” he asks, giving in, knowing he will eventually.

Falling in Love is a Free Action by rainproof

(1/1 I 37,252 I Teen)

Derek had a gaming group. A gaming group! After long months of playing the quiet outlier in BHHS’s nerdiest clique he considered a tabletop game to be a serious step up the social ladder.

So the game wasn’t a system he was familiar with… that was alright. Derek had played Traveler and GURPS, White Wolf and Star Wars with his group back in New York, but never straight-up Dungeons and Dragons. He could make it work. And sure, his character was a little ridiculous – a snarky, badass, leather-wearing werewolf version of himself…but that was okay too.

Because he had a gaming group, and it was being headed up by Stiles Stilinski, undisputed nerd-king of Beacon Hills High School.

If You Wanna Be My Roomie (Lover) by Stereksale7

(23/23 I 65,056 I Explicit)

Realistically, Stiles knew that the local University’s popularity and commonality meant that many members of his graduating high school class would be starting the Fall 2016 semester alongside him, but he never expected his longtime crush to be one of them. Even more so, he never expected said crush to be assigned as his roommate…oh boy.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

(31/31 I 203,776 I Mature)

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #nerd!derek #nerd!stiles #jock!stiles #anon #podfic #submission #teacher!derek #teacher/student #scott mccall #oblivious!stiles #oblivious!derek #erica reyes #fratboy!derek #lydia martin #misunderstandings

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wolfgangarcturus-blog · 7 years ago

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What? Who Wants To Know?

@dxrkchiild said: 2, 6, 18, 22, 34, 35, 40

2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest?

Aggressiveness and indolence take up a lot of space. Pacing, brawling, striding while learning, correcting. Large bedroom... large bed. His chosen manor house has a patio out to the forest beyond.

6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these?

Humans are skittish so he has to walk slow and calm around them in the marketplace. In his own private office, he will pace and growl and throw up his arms while trying to get through the huge stack of papers that Kellen always seems to find lying around for him to review and/or sign off on. With Reg, in private... mostly aggressive, toothy, straining... but also tender and slow sometimes.

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

Argh! More of this big picture crap... *flops sullenly onto throne*... Regardless of how I feel about Wolfie, I don’t know exactly how much of a future he has. The world is changing around him and he really isn’t equipped to do much more than see it birthed and take the long walk, leaving it in the hands of those who know what hope and dream mean. He is so soaked in blood that there isn’t a place for him in it. *Scratches head*... I guess the gentlest future he could have is abdicate his throne to someone who had the strength AND heart to rule it then go off into the wilds with Reg and find some abandoned hunting lodge. Maybe play music and make love until dawn and watch the sun rise.

22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ?

Children do not care... freaks me out honestly. Adult humans... big space around Mr. Bloody. Upyr are all about ‘look at the dog’ and sneer. *flips them off*. Vamps close to him are respectful in their own way, same with most of the vamp citizens except for a few that are angry about the conditions or situations. Back home... that is a whole other thing. Shifting alliances between Blood Lords, within Blood Lord households... wars with the upyr... I suppose it varies from day to day... or really year to year because of our languid malaise regarding an infinite unchanging life.

34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why?

Huh... How does Wolfie see the world? Prey and predator is the basic element for his existence. Even before he became king, before Rory and her endless hope for the future, he was slightly different that his brothers. He could see the shades of gray in the rivers of blood that ruled the vampire kingdom, see the variations in power beyond those of the fist, and that lent him the ability to grasp what Ayanna was proposing, if only the merest hint. He is all about using strength, in whatever form, to force submission, to force obedience... more stick than carrot. He indulges those who have less power, less strength.

35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them?

Internalize knowledge? You mean, like, learn shit? Arcturus made him learn to read... When he was alive, he knew how to read and make maps using symbols but the bastard forced him to sit and learn. It wasn’t until he read some classic books on war theory that he began to think beyond his physical strength. Kellen ever at his ear, whispering potential courses of action, suggesting... molding him to be different than his brothers, better than them. This reliance on more than his fists, exposure to ideas regarding conservation, resource management, and extinction events, influenced his decision to even entertain the concept of Sanctuary.

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

Wonder? What for? The world is what it is and he is in charge of his own piece of it. The only reason he hasn’t pressed his people to conquer more territory and enslave more humans to breed and feed upon is that he knows that, without a reliable communications network, his command would fade before reaching the borders of his expanded territory. Those Blood Lords on the fringe could turn and then he’d have enemies hemming him in, denying him resources. Plus, free range humans added to the stable populations of his slave district keeps the population healthy. But I digress... No, he has little to no curiosity and only enough imagination to dimly see a doomed future. And that is total bullshit... He has curiosity regarding war, both waging it and preventing it until he can win with minimal acceptable losses.

@ailes-de-fleurs said: 5, 8, 16, 24, 30, 41

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

Not a fop like Gabe (:P). Simple jeans or canvas or wool pants; boots if only to minimize damage to his feet and ankles; plain white or one color shirts; maybe a cloak if he thinks he might need to be hidden or if he is out near dawn or just around dusk. Not a big jewelry fan. Single word... utilitarian.

8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell?

At ease? In his own manor house, either with Reg in their basement bedroom or in the “throne room” with a roaring fire and surrounded by his hunters, celebrating. Least at ease... dealing with the upyr on their own turf. He throws caution to the wind by walking unescorted, unsupervised, unguarded, into the heart of their district, knowing that at any moment, a pack of ghouls could decide to take him out, regardless of what Gabe wants.

16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like?Uh, I don’t even know if vampires dream... do they? ADMIN HELP, LOL!

24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference?

He is what he is... there is no “persona”... he has no need to hide his true self... well, maybe his old true self... *rubs face and looks at Rory and Reg*... The world is changing him in ways he’s not exactly comfortable with. Maybe he started making children too soon... before the human memories and emotions faded... before the guilt faded... maybe that colored his choices and perceptions and made him vulnerable to these strange ideas.

30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much?

He hates sitting behind a desk. He either is happy around a fire pit, feasting and music and boasting... maybe a brawl or two or on a hunt or alone with Reginmund. Even if he has to plow through the paperwork, he has to get up and pace. He gets cranky if he is stuck sitting for a long period of time.

41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why?

@bloodydavvn said: 1; 7; 15; 18; 21; 35; 38; 41

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?

Back in the vampire homeland, Wolfgang really only had two speeds; aggressive and indolent (Milena ends up reinforcing both because we all know it suits her needs as a way to watch him dance on her strings)... since being at Sanctuary, while having to represent his species, he’s been forced to learn controlled calm (dealing with Ayanna and Kellen, mostly, because Ayanna calls him on his bullshit and Kellen councils him on caution and patience)... and also ended up learning softness and regret (thanks to Rory and amplified and rewarded by Reg).

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?

With his own blood born, in public, if he needs them to be calm, he will lay hands on them to sooth them or direct their attention to him for guidance. He might pat the shoulders of his hunters. Everyone else, no touching... well, except to taunt Milena... yeah, that ends just as you expect it. Lately, he’s been affectionate with Reg in public... damn human influence. It would be considered almost admitting a weakness if were back home. Objects? He picks it up, uses it then forgets it exists.

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

Inner life? Wolfgang? Are you kidding me? Vampires DO NOT self-reflect... well, at least he didn’t... *sucks lip* until he came here. This is some straight up bullshit here. He is not built for world shaping, big picture, survival of the species shit. Play a little politics, beat an uppity Blood Lord down, just to keep control of the kingdom, sure... but this stuff? Already making him think about impacts of his decisions, be soft and concerned about his children, PAH! *Wolfgang throws up his hands and walks out.*

18. See above :)

21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?

What is this bull? Relationships? I’m the BLOOD KING. I’ve got my lover, my children, my hunters... my blood side piece... sigh, what is it Kellen?... Crap, is it time for ANOTHER tribunal meeting... fuck, why did Gabe bring Milena? Yes, Ayanna... I’ll play nice.

35. See above the above :)

38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why?

Not particularly, Wolfgang pretty much likes himself just the way he is. He may not feel the future the way that Rory and Reg do... to be honest, he’s more like Ragar at times... but he’s here to stem the bleed and he’s got zero bedside manner for the recovery.

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legalist217 · 7 years ago

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SHADOW AND BONE: After-Action Report

I’m writing this before cracking Siege and Storm--okay, I’ve read the first page, but MOSTLY true--because each book deserves its own fair chance and its own assessment. Sure, they also need to work together as a trilogy, but each one is a book in itself. And the first book of any trilogy particularly must be able to stand alone, both to ensure the series is picked up and to provide narrative satisfaction in case it isn’t.

Before beginning, a note of explanation regarding tags. While thinking the title was “Shadow and THRONE” was a genuine mistake on my part--I blame the swoopy font and the fact both words suit the narrative--tagging with the & spelled out was not. It’s the same reason why most of my live-blogging of this book went on Twitter. While my whinging about YA tropes entertains some and is cathartic to me, I understand people not wanting negative interaction in their tag. Plus, sometimes those tropes are there for a reason and I didn’t really feel like looking like a damn fool in real time on this platform. (Besides, there’s only a handful of people for me to directly annoy on Twitter, versus this blog having a diverse portfolio of followers who likely do not give a shit about the actual thesis statement that brought me to tumblr.)

That being said, this is serious thought and will go in the tag (under a readmore), warts and all, because now that I’ve read the book, it has to stand on its feet. So, what’ve we got?

I was texting a friend and came up with the following analogy:

[Shadow and Bone] blends a lot of pleasing attributes from series that I liked, but, not necessarily well. Like if it was cake batter, there would still be distinct lumps of identifiable flour and butter. But it’s a good recipe and a first part and the lumps aren’t that distracting so I’m inclined to forgive and want another piece.

For once, I don’t think the metaphor ran away from me. Often, this is simply that the book is using the YA tropes I’ve come to hate, but then deftly shifts (most of) them into something that makes functional sense. However, while reading this book, the following connections came to mind unbidden:

for all they go on about being practitioners of the Small Science (which would make you think an alchemy comparison would be forthcoming), the Grisha more resemble benders from Avatar: The Last Airbender. Actually, it reminds me more of Korra due to the cultural attitudes separating Grisha and otkazat’sya (aka normies). There’s a mention at the end that the First Army (normie soldiers) and the Second Army (Grisha) are rumored to be warring with each other.

one night, the protagonist is alone in the hospital wing recovering from having broken bones speed-mended when suddenly the character who keeps trying to help via unsettling cryptic clues which mostly amount to GTFO shows up over the protagonist’s bed to deliver more cryptic warnings. Did I just recount to you a scene from Shadow and Bone between Alina and the Apparat, or was that Harry and Dobby in Chamber of Secrets?

But these are the unblended parts. I’m still #shook by just how well Mr. the Darkling is written as a manipulator. I knew it was coming. It couldn’t not. But the book lulls you the same way he lulls Alina, whisking you from the genuinely horrifying Fold to a beautiful castle full of beautiful distractions. He knows just how much carrot to offer via conversations and appearing vulnerable. He applies the stick by not talking to her, and also implicitly by stopping her mail from reaching Mal. Because the book is narrated by Alina, we only pick up anything she does. And she misses much, misinterprets more, and gets so hung up on the kiss that it’s hard not to be swept along with her. All according to keikaku.

One of my favorite instances of this is in the choice of kefta colors. A garment that only Grisha wear, kefta are color-coded based on the individual’s ability. Mr. the Darkling announces that Alina will wear black, a color reserved only for himself. She rejects this in favor of Summoner-blue. It’s a choice that she makes because she doesn’t want to be socially isolated, and Mr. the Darkling seems pissy about her not acceding to his offer of fanciness. Her best gal pal Genya, who’s stuck wearing servant white in accordance with being the Queen’s cosmetic magician and the King’s bedwarmer, is stunned that such an offer of status would be let go.

But Alina was correct, just not for the reasons she thought she was. Being elevated to the same status as the leader of the Grisha would have kept her isolated from the others. Were it not for her standard-issue YA protagonist personality preventing her from making more than like two real friends, Mr. the Darkling might’ve had reason to worry about her getting away from him. But, no, her only female friend is stuck spending her nights away at the palace, and Gale from The Hunger Games is off tracking game. She’s a loner who is alone. And he cultivates that aloneness, kisses her when she’s distracted, then leaves her to stew on these new complex feelings. Is it any wonder she doesn’t resist the black kefta at the fete?

As someone who’s been played multiple times, it’s shiveringly real. I dig it. I’m intrigued to see what happens next. What a sneaky boy. Someone hurry up and make an edit of the OOH MR DARCY comic to justify my persistent nickname for him.

As for Mal, I called him Gale, and I’m sure those who’ve read the entire trilogy are protesting that this is an entirely unfair assessment of his character. Recall that I’m only addressing book one in this. What I do like, honestly, is that he seems better written than Gale did. I understand that war does different things to different people, but so many of Suzanne Collins’s characters had the same response to war that it at some point seemed improbable that they’d all become hardened near-sociopaths. Mal, however, has a real and believable love for Alina, the kind that leaves him too angry to speak to her for ages, but that ultimately allows him to forgive everything that went wrong in the face of peril. I can’t wait to see how his character gets from here to where I know from sundry spoilers it’ll end up. Definitely a more interesting boy than Gale.

Alina herself? At first, I didn’t want to like her. She read so much like all the other YA girls with all their other sad backstories, their pale faces, their skinny bodies, their clumsy lack of athleticism. But all of these attributes seemed like they were being announced so as to get them out of the way, as if we needed to get past them in order to make room for the good stuff. When it’s revealed that her bad health is directly tied to having suppressed her Grisha-ness for all those years, and that her acceptance of her gift correlates to a sunburst of good health, it’s a rush of maddeningly fresh air. All I want is a real reason for things to be presented as they are. The book gave it to me.

This doesn’t address her personality, which I earlier called standard-issue. I’m not really going to back down from that; YA heroines as a rule are sassy and straightforward and speak their mind. What lets her work better is that she lives in a world where the characters don’t respond with pearl-clutching. Alina isn’t the sole master of witty banter. She plays really nicely off of Genya, Mal, and especially Mr. the Darkling. Again, that’s all I need, guys, take note.

I’m told there are ways in which the sequels will burn off my goodwill, but that is a problem for future Liz to address in a future report. I liked this one. I don’t stay up until past two in the morning for every book I read; I have to either hate it or love it. This one was the second one.

Thanks to @alskaichou for recommending the Grishaverse. I hope you’re happy, missy >_> and don’t worry, I’ll write you fresh letters and link the fresh twitter threads as soon as I start Siege.

#the grisha trilogy #shadow and bone #shadow ampersand throne #alina starkov #mr. the darkling

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iwilldevourthebodies · 7 years ago

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Things people have said in my classes over the course of the 2016-2017 school year

“One of the biggest mistakes you can make as a military officer is try to invade Asia”

“Napoleon looks like he’s about to dab”

“Donkey!”

“No you have to do it in a Scottish accent. It’s Donkeh”

“Eric. Do you want carrots? Diced,,, carrots”

“How many couches do you have?”

“I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it”

“I think the cereal aisle is amazing. I do”

“I’m a hoe for Obama”

“So what you’re gonna make him turn into the next Bill Clinton?”

“Wow. The sass. Didn’t I say there was always one delinquent?”

“Is Neanderthalian a word?”

“It’s not a word, Sufana, don’t be an idiot”

“Can we just like… abolish death?”

“Let’s just take it and,,,, fling it into the sun”

“It’s not a race if I don’t care"

"I didn’t know what you were asking me”

“Yeah, but you acted like you did so confidently. ‘Yes! Sí, señora’

"You’re Muslim? I thought you were Indian”

“Guys, I’m gonna take a spaceship… and I’m gonna land it on the sun. And if it gets too hot I’m gonna take a parachute back to Earth”

“No, no, they’re too dumb to think like this”

“You’re crushing my heart. The more you go on the more I know I did something wrong”

“So let me get this straight. You quoted Hamilton at dinner. At your boyfriend’s house. In front of his parents. And he’s still your boyfriend?"

"You’re being a racism”

“Sometimes I turn my os and us into a single character. It’s because I’m efficient. /Not/ because I’m illiterate”

“It’s about personal growth! I like to challenge myself! It’s not because my brain’s broken!”

“It is the wagon void”

“Up until I was 5 I was a wanderer. I was raised by seagulls”

“Honestly I don’t ever try to be dumb. It just comes naturally”

“But we aren’t octopi, unfortunately”

“Wouldn't be a Monday morning if I wasn’t ruining his life”

“My dad works so he escapes the living hell that is my house”

“Was it fine?”

“Yeah, I got food”

“Is that a 7 or a live chicken?”

“I’m not from America, but I’m from the United States”

“Oh yeah I drove a go cart with a wheel made out of a Quaker Oats container”

“What do you mean you’re not fluent in Indian?”

“Well I wasn’t about to eat the tampon”

“If Satan Spoon starts talking to you let me know”

“Did he just say blame the gays on the mafia?”

“Dude we should test arsenic as a cure for Alzheimer’s”

“You dated him”

“Yes, well that was before I learned he was racist. And gay”

“Get off me I need to make a meme”

“I’m going to be that one awkward person who ends up sexually attracted to pianos”

“I don’t kms, I pms”

“Put that in your quotes I think it’s a good one”

“I really meant people conception. Misconception is gender exclusive”

“So what’s your point?”

“I don’t know”

“If your results end up to be true, like yes”

“Adolf Hitler becomes the chancellor of Germany”

“Wait who?”

“It’s a giant concrete chicken in Vietnam. Read the fucking caption”

“At least it won’t be Cold War part 2 because Trump’s in bed with Russia”

“Wow that is actually hot”

“Well it is fire”

“Well let it be the best stick it can be”

"I had an English muffin today. It just wasn’t the same"

“Doesn’t covering your head make it harder for God to hear you?”

“No that’s tinfoil, Michael”

“Publishificating is good”

“Out-publish Bill. Cause Bill is the devil”

“Why are cheeseburgers such sexist objects?”

“Illinois”

“Illin-wah”

“Wait I just drew the Canadian parliament building”

“He looks kinda like a mop and I like”

“I could never be a murderer it’s just so confusing”

“Alex stare at her chest not her butt. Will is already staring at her butt”

“Russia is Serbia’s sugar daddy”

“Did they convert to Muslim?”

“What other fairies do you know?”

“Twinkle toes! No wait. Tinker bell”

“Captain America is Wartime Propaganda”

“Yeah man that’s yogi bear! Wait what the hell?”

“What’s that brown potato?”

“That’s a squash”

“Bob Marley died and so should I”

“Melanoma’s a disease”

“That’s not a disease that’s a cancer”

“What was the turning point of WWI?”

“The Versace treaty!”

“Don’t put orange juice in your iPad”

“We’re making cubes and he’s talking about concentration camps”

“Where do you think the Paris peace conference happened?”

“Berlin”

“Anything’s a UFO if you try hard enough”

“Jesse what are you working on right now?”

“The ICarly theme song”

“Why are white people so extra?”

“Is it offensive to call Rasputin daddy?”

“Zoie can you stab me?”

“No, sorry, that’s a Friday activity”

“Are Israeli passports made out of couscous?”

“What’s that thing from BFG called..? Cumberbumber?”

“So my sister’s a Russian major..”

“Can you major in a country?”

“Mown, like freshly mown grass”

“You can tweet from dead people”

“Wealthy farmers have fists”

“So do other people”

“Hitler killed Hitler, so he can’t be that bad”

“Three billion fists died”

“Everything’s a sphero to me now”

“Hey kids wanna buy some zip-ties?”

“There will never be a time where both of you are in the boat.. /amphibious assault vehicle”

“Did you know Italians get 8 weeks of paid leave”

“You know what fuck Italians. Actually wait yeah let’s /fuck/ Italians”

“What’s worse than the Gulags?”

“Siberia”

“My favorite satellite station is Hitler and Stalin. Hitler played the bass, Stalin played the spoons.”

“Shit. I missed my ass”

“Are you gonna sue me?”

“No”

“Are you gonna sue my kids?"

"Yes”

“How are you a Jew and an atheist?”

“I’m a jewthiest”

“He deserves to be hugged. By an 18-wheeler speeding down the highway”

“My talent is…”

“Deepthroating a cinnamon stick”

“Does anyone know what the 21 game is?”

“Is that when you turn 21 and get to drink?”

“What’s next year’s musical?”

“Connor Gale: The Musical, starring Lisa Liubovich as Connor Gale”

“Somebody just compared Germany’s republic to the republic from Star Wars”

“The darkest blanket of Bill Nye”

“And her beauty was that of Medicare”

“Alright homework tonight, research vampires”

“Well I wasn’t gonna follow his mom’s twitter”

“28 lockers is inside your gastrointestinal tract”

“My dad hates Jews. Not actively though”

“That sounds like a cat choking out a hairball. Catholicism.”

“We’re catholic. And we’re not batshit insane”

“It’s not crack, Ms. Wright”

“Do they even know what vegetables smell like?”

“Why is there a cabbage in your backpack?”

“Hannah. Egg”

“Nothing’s fun when donald trump is president”

“What kind of gum is that?”

“Doritos”

“I’m better than Justin Bieber at guitar. I’m Kurt Cobain now”

“If George Washington tried to rap his dentures would fall out”

“Why did he come over here was I not Jewish enough?”

“Alright so we have bird images, and we have death images”

“You just fuckin stabbed me in the leg with a plank of wood”

“I have a velvet Jesus in my cupboard”

“Cow vigilantes?”

“There’s a meat ban”

“What did they ban?”

“Meat”

“I’m wrenching, bitch”

“What were they on?”

“Judaism”

“This kebab guy looks like wolverine”

“We have a common Jew”

“That’s like Hannah being gayphobic”

“According to my zodiac I’m light, hot, and wet”

“Haroon dropped his wood”

“I’m not racist I’m just ignorant”

“Why do people even harvest organs when they could harvest corn?”

“I’m not saying that cone heads is super high quality but let’s be real here”

“It is almost May don’t talk about snow or I’ll backhand you into the fucking sun”

“People are hanged, pictures are hung”

“People can be hung too”

“Jello monster incest”

“I just hit myself in the head with a boat”

“Dentists are people too”

“Really? I thought they were just a bunch of teeth stacked together in a lab coat”

“An interloper is someone who interlopes”

“Guys enough with the atomic bombs”

“I had weaponized the name quiz”

“Sin is a polygenic trait”

“Revenge is a dish best served under a tree”

“There’s Vaseline.. but it looks shady”

“Where’s the Cape? Is it in Maine?”

“The Soviet Union is cheese”

“Gets tetanus on boobs”

“Where’s that video of that woman aesthetically biting pickles into a microphone”

“I was too lazy to shave so my solution was socks”

“Anything is right if you can pull it off”

“Do Brooklyn have accents”

“Meme is my native language”

“When you smell me I don’t even feel uncomfortable anymore”

“That sounds like a great job. I’m gonna be a dick disector”

“My right pinkie is stronger”

“What if I just face slam on the keyboard, will my essay write itself then?”

“I wrote nyet instead of net on my paper. Figurative language dot nope.”

“Can I just remove both of my uteri?”

“Hannah you have one uterus”

“I’m dumb completely independently from the fact that I’m old”

“Why dinosaurs do not have the capacity to be fascist”

“Amanda and I are on team daddy”

“What are you talking about?”

“Hydra kink”

“My eyelashes are too short”

“Like your di- I mean, I’m fasting”

“Walmart brand eighth grader”

“Does anyone know who the daughter of Zeus is?”

“Hermione”

“Give your partner a hand-job from a million miles away for only $88 plus tax”

“The vase is thicc”

“Do you not recognize my supreme overlord?”

“Dr. Doofenshmirtz?”

“Stop sensually licking the mango”

“Triangular foot bath”

“I’d rather be peed on by a sheep than eaten alive”

“What’s the place where planes go?”

“Airports?”

“Oh yeah. I thought they were called plane stations”

“Did you say egg or dick?”

“They would give you a gallon of the white baby vomit and then you have to drink it”

“I have nightmares about Russian grammar”

“You could tell I was ignoring you, right?”

“I hear you talking about your grades in my sleep”

“Freshman salads”

“I wanna be a song… singer person”

“What do door locks keep out?”

“Your insecurities”

“I’ve never been attacked by a gang member”

“The gays worship the Babadook”

“I love Joe Biden, he’s so cute. I want a pocket Joe Biden”

“Surrogate sneezing”

“Golfing doesn’t require ankles”

“You guys all have boners but you don’t have any notecards you’re all useless”

#if y'all want the context behind any of these #message me #or send me an ask #idc if it's anon or not #but ye

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lithugraph · 8 years ago

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Hellooo :D For the Harry Potter ask please, numbers: 1 - 4, 8 - 10, 12, 15 and 16, 18, 20, 22 and 23, 24 and 25 and finally, 30!

Thanks for the ask! This made me want to go back and read the books, despite my growing pile of books-to-be-read ;)

1.) What is your Hogwarts House and which of that House’s traits resonate the most with you?I rep the bronze and the blue – Ravenclaw here, tried and true! Wit is the trait I most favor – and I don’t mean in the keen intelligence way – I’m talking about the wit as it relates to a turn of phrase used in humor. I love to laugh, and I love being able to make others laugh. Of course I’m always up for debate, but I always try to temper it with a little humor – especially if it starts to get out of hand and people need to be brought back down to earth ;). (There’s a reason Mercutio was my fav in Romeo and Juliet). I do love learning and tend to go through phases where I’m totally obsessed with something and won’t stop until I’ve reached a level of understanding or the next shiny thing catches my attention. But I still have those constants I will never get rid of, like music, Cold War history, and programming.

2.) What is your Patronus and what do you think it says about you?My Patronus is a goshawk. I seem to have a thing for birds – my house is Ravenclaw, most of my tattoos are bird-related, and even my name is a form of a bird’s name. Plus, ever since I was three or four, I’ve always wanted to fly, even going so far as to “invent” and test my own set of wings :D. I think what it says about me is that I don’t like being held back by anything.

3.) Which is your favourite book and why?Oooh, gosh. This one’s tough. There are things I like about all of them, but as for HP books I’ve read cover to cover, back to back over and over again….I’d have to say 3 and 5. 3 was the one that really got me hooked on the series. And 5 I loved for the culmination of ideas. It definitely felt like the climax of the entire series. (And let’s be honest, the battle at the Ministry was more epic and nail-biting than the battle for Hogwarts).

4.) Which is your favourite film and why?I know I’m gonna catch flack for this one, possibly be excommunicated from the HP fandom, but I gotta say it. Prisoner of Azkaban was my favorite film. Yes, it didn’t follow the book. Yes, it was darker and weirder than the previous two films. But…just like book 3 hooked me in the literary series, movie 3 hooked me in the film series. I liked that 3 was darker and had random bits of weirdness and magic happening in the background. Number 3 (book and movie) was all about transition. It was the only book that didn’t have Voldemort anywhere physically in it, and it signified a departure from that tentative Everything Is All Right feeling from the first two. And yeah I’m kind if upset it didn’t do a better job of following the book, but some things don’t translate well from book to big screen.

8.) What is your favourite quote/passage?“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

9.) Who is your favourite character and why?Despite their flaws, my two favs are Sirius and Snape. Sirius definitely represented that badboy restless energy but I so hoped Harry could have gone to live with him at the end of book 3. He was one of the many father figures Harry had but the only one that was closest to James in personality. However, I wish he would have gotten over that stupid childhood grudge against Snape. Grow up, guys. Seriously.

And Snape. I hated how much of a bully he was – not only to Harry, but to pretty much every student who wasn’t in Slytherin (or at least all the Gryffindors). But rereading the books after his character’s big reveal in book 7 gave me a different perspective of him.

Also, even though he was hardly mentioned, except in book 7, Regulus Black. Can we have some back story on him please? What made him turn? What would Sirius’ reaction have been, if he had known his brother turned against Voldemort? I think that bit of information was foreshadowing on JK’s part, hinting at the much bigger reveal of Snape’s character. But still, I’d have liked to have known more.

10.) Who is your least favourite character and why?Ginny Weasley. I really had no opinion of her *until* the big transformation in book 5 when she goes from shy girl to twentieth century fox. Like, why? Why couldn’t she have just remained that shy girl with a crush on Harry? I’ve been that shy girl. For my entire elementary, middle, and high school life. And having your friend tell you to “just be yourself” doesn’t magically snap you out of being shy. What was so wrong with Ginny being shy, or introverted? She had a lot more potential for development when she was the quiet Weasley girl with a talent for hexing and Quidditch goal keeping – it gave her a kind of mystery. Sure Harry saved her life in book 2, but why couldn’t she have repaid the favor by saving him from situations, especially in book 5 with Umbridge? Why couldn’t she remain the calm and collected quiet girl who stood up to a professor for Harry thereby garnering Harry’s attention and which would have made for a more compelling reason for him to suddenly realize he fancied her too in book 6? Nope. Instead we get the cliche “Oh she’s suddenly hot because she talks and stuff and has guys dating her that aren’t me.” Bad play, Rowling. Bad play.

12.) Which character deserved better and why?Snape deserved a thousand times better! Dude. Like seriously. Up until that moment, when Harry’s looking at Snape’s last memories, I honestly never knew how I felt about Dumbledore. I never got why people trusted him. He always seemed so well-meaning and like a really eccentric grandpa on the surface(which I never really bought), but his motives were never quite clear. And when Dumbledore reveals everything to Snape, why Harry must be protected and what he (Harry) must do, and Snape’s reaction, I just…..ugh! I lost what little trust I had for Dumbledore then. And, yeah, so Snape deserves all the things and then some. It was the ultimate double agent getting double crossed. He betrayed Voldemort after what happened to Lily and started working for the “good” side to make up for what he’d done, only to get betrayed by them in return by unknowingly helping Harry, the last piece of Lily, to be led to the slaughter.

15.) Which character do you feel you have the most in common with?Probably Lupin. I know what it’s like to be stuck between two friends who are making a very bad decision and not speak up and then feel guilty about it and try to make up for it years later.

16.) Which character’s death hit you the hardest?Sirius Black. Was not expecting that one and was in denial for the longest time.

18.) What would be your favourite and least favourite Hogwarts classes?Favorite: astronomy, herbology, care of magical creatures, potionsLeast Favorite: charms, history of magic (if still taught by Prof Binns), divination

20.) What is your favourite spell?I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

22.) What do you think Amortentia would smell like to you?Sandalwood, damp earth and leaves, coffee brewing early in the morning, hazelnut, crisp autumn air, the metallic and exhaust smell of a subway station

23.) What do you think your Boggart would be and what would it change into?Mine would be the same as Molly Weasley’s :(

24.) What is your favourite magical object and why?Wands. I think it would be neat to learn more about wand lore.

25.) Which of the Deathly Hallows would you pick and why?I wouldn’t pick any. I wasn’t really won over with the whole Deathly Hallows concept, tbh. Maybe if Rowling had introduced them more directly sooner? But, nah. To me, they represent an unhealthy obsession, something you’ll never truly achieve, like a carrot and stick tease.

30.) If you could ask JKR one question, what would it be?What happened to Harry’s extended family? His grandparents? I understand the Potters probably all were killed by Voldemort or Death Eaters, but what about the Evanses? Canonically, Lily and James were born in 1960 and had Harry in 1980. So they were only twenty/twenty-one when they died. Assuming Lily and James’ parents had them when they were 20/30/40, grandma and grandpa Evans would have been 40/50/60 when Harry was born – still plenty of life left, unless heart disease runs jn the family? So…..what HAPPENED TO HARRY’s grandparents on his mom’s side? This has always bugged me. Why did he have to go live with the Dursleys? His mother’s protection spell worked as long as he lived with a member of her family and called that place “home,” so why couldn’t he live with his grandparents? What happened to them? Why didn’t the Death Eaters or Voldemort go after the Dursleys too, especially since they were the most unapologetically Muggle family in the entire HP universe. Did Lily cast some protection spell over her sister and the Dursleys? Obviously Petunia knew enough about Voldemort to utter a little eep at hearing he had returned in book 5, soooo….? I mean, I do think it was pretty clear Petunia had absolutely no external love for her family after that comment in book 1 about her perfect sister, so I think it’s reasonable she had no family photos hanging around, but surely Harry would have been curious and maybe gone snooping? I don’t know. I just wish there had been some kind of an explanation there. I think Lily Evans’ back story/genealogy would have made for a more compelling search in book 7 instead of the Hallows/Horcruxes thing, especially since Harry knew about the protection spell at that point. Just sayin’.

#ask #harry potter #hogwarts #ravenclaw #ask meme #answered #sirius black #severus snape #lily evans #petunia dursley #ginny weasley #remus lupin

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surveysonfleek · 7 years ago

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555.

how do you typically introduce yourself in online settings? i never talk to strangers online anymore. tbh i haven’t in the last ten years. what do you think will bring on the end of the world? nuclear war, global warming, black hole, etc. global warming. do you believe in the death penalty? we don’t have that here so i’m not sure. have you ever done role play? no i haven’t lol. my boyfriend and i would not be able to take each other seriously. have you ever/would you ever do anal? no and probably not. it would take a lot of discussion to convince me.

what’s more important- length or width? why? eh, i don’t really have a preference. do you talk dirty during sex? not often. lol. what was your first orgasm like? is it bad that i don’t remember lol. i’m sure it was amazing though. do you own any hair extensions from hot topic? nope. 7-11, sheetz, wawa, or starbucks? starbucks. what do you want to name your kids? i have no idea yet. when the time comes i’ll plan. do you personally know any authors? no. kissed someone within a day of having a bf/gf? no. have you ever kept it a secret from someone that you liked them? basically my high school life. have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker? nah. is there anyone you would date on your facebook friend list? i’m already dating him. ever been swimming in a lake or river? yeah a lake i’m pretty sure. first time you kissed the last person you kissed? 2009 lol. have you ever broken someone’s heart? i don’t think so. ever had a near death experience? not really. as a kid i thought it was. when was the last time you held someone’s hand? today. can you play guitar hero? haven’t played in years. who is someone you know that can play the piano well? my cousin. he’s a whiz. who is the best dancer you know? angel. name a time you thought you were going to die? wasn’t this just asked? have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head? yup. do you know your neighbors? not that well. i know them enough by first names i guess.

how do you feel about interracial couples? i’m all for it. i’m all for any adult couples. what restaurant do you think has the best french fries? umm mcdonalds. who’s your best guy friend? my boyfriend tbh. do you like fruit roll ups? no. i’d hate when they’d get stuck to my teeth. what’s the worse type of weather in your opinion? hot with hot wind. do you have a kindle or ipad or neither? kindle. growing up, did you see your cousins often? yes but they were older. around what time do you usually eat dinner? 7-8pm. do you like carrots more if they’re raw, or cooked? cooked. did you play with legos as a kid? yes!! which bothers you more… spelling mistakes or bad grammar? i couldn’t choose... they’re both terrible. spelling mistakes i guess since i never capitilize my survey answers lol. is there a food that you love the taste of, but makes you feel sick? milk, cheese, all dairy products. which did you discover first, myspace or facebook? myspace, duh. have you ever turned to drinking or smoking to solve a problem? no. i guess i’ve smoked after i’ve gone through a stressful situation but it never solved my problem. if you HAD to get a piercing (not ears) what would you get? ugh. nose again i guess. what do you wish you had more knowledge about? world issues. have you ever dealt with a divorce or parents fighting or any kind of abuse at home? my parents separated after one big verbal fight. so that was kinda hard to to process, it was out of nowhere. do you drink more apple or orange juice? neither.

do you think relationships are hard? they honestly shouldn’t be. but every relationship will go through tough times. what is your favorite pop-tart flavor? none. ever had the ‘birds and the bees’ talk with your parents? not properly. do you think you have to be skinny in order to be beautiful? no. would you ever get gauged ears? hell no. have you ever been in a school talent show? what for? i was in a dance group lol. so lameeeee.

have you ever dated someone you met online? nope. are you a competitive person? only if i know i have a chance in winning haha. do you believe in aliens? i wouldn’t be surprised. but i’ll believe it when i see it.

do you like dancing? nah. where are you from? sydney. how much more social are you when you’re drunk? about the same... i just get louder. if you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be? dakota. what’s your favorite form of exercise? cross trainer. do you like guacamole? looooove. do you consider yourself sexually open minded? for my personal tastes, not really. for everyone else, hell yeah.

how do you feel about porn? idk, i’m a bit weird about it. some scenes are really degrading. who was your hottest ex? no exes. do you want/have kids? no. someday! has anyone ever told you that they wanted to marry you? yes. do/did you have to wear a uniform to your high school? yes. what’s your favorite flavor of iced tea? peach or mango. have you ever been to a casino? if so, which one(s)? yes. all over the damn world. all over australia, london, barcelona, monaco, venice, brussels, berlin, prague, vegas, toronto, vancouver, montreal, manila, singapore, mauritius etc. my boyfriend and i always like visiting them even though we don’t play big haha. do you love or hate olives? haaaate. have you ever visited a sex shop? yes. do you like the name cindy for a girl? nope. how many sets of keys do you have for your house? one for every member of my family plus a spare set. do you know anyone who has parkinson’s disease? yes. how many cousins do you have? what are their names? man too many. have you ever ridden a bicycle through a busy city? no. do you use instagram? how often do you post there? i look on it everyday. don’t post that often. what’s your favorite brand of beer? i hate beer. i prefer ciders instead. do you like writing? how often do you write? never. i should just to get my mind going. what’s your favorite place to get pizza? domino’s! has there ever been a fire inside your house? tell me the story. no. have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? no. how many piercings do you have? four. do you own any sports bras? where’d you get them from? yes. bonds. what’s the most expensive restaurant you’ve ever eaten at? quay and momofuku. who was the last person to tell you that you were beautiful/cute/good-looking? are you attracted to that person too? my boyfriend. and yes. has anyone ever called you stuck-up? no. when is the next birthday in your household and whose is it? my sister’s, next friday. what color are your father’s eyes? brown. in winter, would you rather wear a jacket or hoodie? jacket. have you ever voluntarily read the bible? i have before. how much is gas where you live? $1.47 a litre. what a joke. do you have any gay friends? yes. do you like the state you live in? i guess. who is your favorite person to watch on youtube? jkparty. how often would you say you take naps? usually on my days off when i have nothing to do. have you ever played bejeweled? yes. does your mom have a facebook? yes. have you ever been bitten by a rat? no. why do you not wash off your makeup on some nights? i never do that. it’s so bad for the skin. does blueberry syrup sound good to you, right now? no. did you get lucky on prom night? no. have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend? no. last song you had stuck in your head? i forgot. did you ever spill something and actually cry over it? no. do you think that everyone is capable of love? ummm. i’d like to think so but probably not. do you believe in astrology? if you mean just horoscopes, then no. if you had to wear a hat for the rest of your life, what would it be? a cap that suits my head. would you rather have a musical alarm clock or a regular one? regular. when you were little, what was your favorite game? tekken or the sims. do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags? gift bags, let’s be real. wrapping gifts look prettier though. do you own a trenchcoat? yes. are you currently in a smoking environment? no. if a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? yes. have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama? lmao yes. have you ever taken care of a drunk friend? yes. what’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? tbh it’s not a big thing here so i don’t have that much knowledge on it. have you ever gone in a sauna? yes. i hate it. out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? blue. do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? no. has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? not that i know of. would you make any changes to your current bedroom? i’d love to but cbf. what animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? panda. do you own many pairs of shorts? yes. is there a certain song you like to head bang to? no. who was or will be the maid of honor/best man in your wedding? i’m not sure yet. possibly my sister. what is your favorite lunch meat? ham. do you still have your tonsils? i do. red or pink? pink! do you have a special talent? eh, idk. where were you born? sydney, aus. do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother? no. what do you think the hardest part of surviving is? just the pain of it. do you know anyone with a lazy eye? yep. can you remember your parents’ birthdays? yes, of course. what piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? tbh, none. what brand of hair dye do you prefer to use? haven’t dyed my hair in years. are you any good at applying make up? i’d like to think so but i have a lot more to improve on. are you currently wearing any hair accessories? which ones? no. do you like potato chips? not really. unless there’s dip. gold or silver? white gold. is there an animal that creeps you out? cockroaches. have you ever seen northern lights? no, it’s on my bucket list! do your parents smoke? no. is your favorite animal endangered? possibly actually. how old is your best friend? 26. if there was a large spider in your room, would you stay in the room? hell no, i’d kill it first. what color is your cell phone? black. do you take vitamins daily? no. what’s one thing you hate about your best friend? he’s never on time. be honest: do you illegally download music? no, i just use apple music now. what’s the worst crime someone can commit? rape and murder. you’re painting your room. what color do you choose? turquoise. what dog breed is the cutest ever? corgi. are cherries delicious? no. have you ever experienced a tornado? nope. how about a flood? yes but i was overseas. i just stayed in. do you or have you ever owned a pair of light up shoes? sure, as a kid. what is a current goal you’re trying to achieve? get out of my job now. is there something that you thought you would’ve outgrown/gotten over by now, but haven’t? nope. how often do you “draw a blank” mentally? a lot nowadays. i need to read again or do something to get my brain working lol. have you ever played the sims? yes. is your current hair color your natural hair color? yes. can you run a mile in under 7 minutes? no lol. do you have your license? yes. have you ever sleep walked? no. where was your first job? at a new age crystal store haha. it was cool. do you remember your second grade teacher’s name? mrs. la scala. what do you like on your sundaes? bananas, walnuts, caramel syrup. have you been blessed with the ability to cook and/or bake? i have the ability, i’m just not the best.

have you gained more than 5 lbs within the past year? yes.

do you want kids at some point? i do. are you lactose intolerant? yes. do you believe in abstaining from sex until marriage? personal choice. for me personally, no. what is your sexual orientation? heterosexual. have you ever bought clothing online? yes, i prefer it. do you think shakespeare is difficult to read? at times, yes. do you play solitaire in the computer? no, i don’t have it. have you ever received nude pictures from someone? yes. admit it: you had a neopets account. yuuuup. is there a pet in the room with you right now? no. how weight conscious are you? very. is there anyone else with you right now? nope. have you ever been accused of cheating? nope. have you ever taken a train? yes. is being thin really all that great? who knows. have you ever been to a night club? yes. does any accent annoy you? not really. someone’s voice can annoy me more than an accent. what’s worse: crocs or uggs? crocs lol. but they’re comfy as hell. do you feel awkward when a stranger sits next to you? only if there’s other seats available lol. do you have any taylor swift songs on your ipod? no. do you want your tongue or belly button pierced? no. do you hate it when people smoke around you? sometimes. what is your blood-type? no idea. are you donating your organs? idk how to choose that? do you sleep on your side, stomach or back? stomach. have you ever been a fan of ‘n sync? no. i liked bsb more. do you know anyone that has/had cancer? yes. were you a big jump roper back in the day? hell yes. has a boy/girl ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend for you? no. do you like chinese food? i have to be in the mood for it, but yes! do long distance relationships work? they can but it takes the same amount of effort from both parties to make it work. how do you like your eggs? scrambled. mcdonald’s or burger king? bk.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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prince-toffee · 5 years ago

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Five Minutes

A sacrifice fic just to prepare for the inevitable.

(Sorry if there’s any grammar errors, I don’t care, I’m tired, ok I do care, consider this a first draft, I’ll fix it if something’s up.)

“What’s there to talk about?” Despara quirked her brow at her brother’s question.

“Well, we’re clones, we don’t get this lucky. We’ve got five minutes to make up for all the decades of silence.” Modulok articulated.

“You didn’t have to come with me.” He didn’t even look at them as he spoke, face down, staring at a small purple crystal in his hand, which he used to fugit with to ease his nerves.

“I am your general. I stood at our brother’s side, you were mere soldiers, pawns. I deserve this pain, not you. You could’ve- you should have had normal lives.”

“I remember.” Hordak stated. Never again. Never forget.

“Yea, losers.” Despara nodded.

“Losers.” Modulok and Vultak said at the same time.

“...Hmmmhehehahah- HA!” Modulok covered his face to hide his ugly laughter, forgetting about the other one expressing the same emotion.

“Mode, what the hell now?” Vultak asked, a smirk creeping up on him.

And now he’s nothing. He is now dead. Hordak found that he began to enjoy poetry and it’s irony more and more, in a twisted sort of way. Truly clones.

“Worried about being sent to the bad place, V?” Modulok asked, weak smile wearing.

“Mode... If there is good and evil.

And good is better than evil.

God has to be good... Right?”

“I suppose so.”

“So, are we good? Are we... like him?”

“What do you think?”

“I think there’s no such thing as good or evil.

But it’d be nice... to be good.”

“You really think a timer would settle your nerves?” Moe asked unconvinced.

“I suppose not.” Dess admitted.

“I could’ve been with her.” Hordak spoke up suddenly in the middle of the conversation, honestly he was so quiet Despara forgot he was there, even though he was seated right next to her.

“What’d ya mean?”

But I didn’t.

I lied.

I left her.”

‘Why?’

“...Because it wouldn’t be me. Not me. A clone of me.”

This was their stance against that. Showing that their lives meant something. That they were worth something. They were worth the world, for that was what they were saving. The scale balanced out.

Hordak spent his last moments thinking, he didn’t realise he was thinking out loud, “Good? I think there’s no such thing as good?...

But it was nice...”

What ever this was. What it meant. What it was worth.

Ding-dong! The witches are dead.

#just reposted this cause I had nothin for hordak day #didn't know we were having one #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak

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