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lilliesofinspirationvalley · 1 year

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(about the dream bbq post) aren’t daturas like… the worst hallucinogen known to man? Known to give people horrifying trips with effects that linger for months/years? I wonder if that’s significant. I saw someone else point out the fork frog guy looks like a mad cow disease prion, + the spirals in the ballerina scene and the paper streamers also resemble prions. Both these things feel similarly related to losing one’s mind.

Ayo, you’re onto something!!!

This is an ask I recieved relating to my first ENA: Dream BBQ analysis I posted! Be sure to check that out if you haven’t already! I definitely plan to write more up ;p

Let’s look into what Mabel (I shall call this user such based on the first part of their username) brought up~!

Make Me Delirious

Daturas are a hallucinogen, more specifically a deliriant. Here are summaries about deliriants and delirium I found from Wikipedia

Already, we can see some fascinating points being brought up.

Deliriants inhibit the neurotransmitter acetylcholine, which is a key part of the autonomic nervous system (aka, how our body and brain react to our surroundings). It’s an internal transmitter in the sympathetic nervous system (which is responsible for the fight-or-flight response), and the primary neurotransmitter/final product of the parasympathetic nervous system (which helps you calm down and bring your body back to normal). It’s primary function is activating muscles… so shutting that down is pretty dangerous (especially in high doses).

Deliriants are known for causing… delirium (what a shocker lol). Delirium causes psychomotor changes (hyperactivity/hypoactivity/mixed), emotional and perceptual disturbances (such as hallucinations and delusions), and disrupt sleep-wake cycles.

Most plant deliriants are part of the Solanaceae/Nightshade family, which include plants such ad belladonna/deadly nightshade, and brugsmania/angel’s trumpets. Arguably, the flowers in the trailer also look like brugsmania… but whether they’re brugsmania or datura, they’re both deliriant flowers, so all of this still applies.

These plants have historically been used by indigenous cultures in the Americas (likely in extremely small doses) for assistance in traditions/rituals involving altered states. Such rituals involve communicating with ancestors, divination, and rites of passage, and are always used under supervision of a Shaman.

Prion for Info

First and foremost, what the heck is a prion?

In case you haven’t taken biology yet, or forgotten those lessons from high school, the brain has a lot of normal cell proteins called prion proteins. They're an important part of our brain function... though we're still figuring out their specific purpose. Normal prion proteins look like this (pictures are from this video):

However, there are also misfolded, abnormal prions that look like this:

These are usually referred to simply as "prions" (we specify the normal, healthy ones as prion proteins), and they're able to spread their abnormal/misfolded structure onto the normal variants of the prion protein. This chain reaction is a major causative of neurodegenerative disorders, primarily via spongificatioxn of the brain (destroying the brain's gray matter). This can lead to severe symptoms such as rapid dementia, ataxia (loss of limb control), and insomnia. Once the disease starts, it's incredibly rapid and always fatal.

One of these neurodegenerative disorders that is especially prominent is Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy, also known as BSE or Mad Cow disease. As the names suggest, this disease primarily harms cattle... but humans are able to become infected by it.

How? By consuming contaminated beef.

What do you usually eat at a barbecue?

"Where is my mind" by the Pixies at full blast

In all seriousness, all of these connections to literally losing your mind and dying from madness are all very concerning. BBQ!ENA is going to go through so much more (as if the two other forms of her didn't allude to that already), and I'm very worried about her.

#ENA #ena joel g #ENA: Dream BBQ #Dream BBQ Spoilers #I'm definitely planning to do another post about the new voice reveals as well #stay tuned for that!!

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i-write-boop-spoops · 3 years

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If the Galarian Gym Leaders and Leon were superheroes what names and superpowers would their superheroic alter egos have?

this is such a fun concept. i am a huge dc fan (jason todd is my fave, 10/10 husbando), and i really like the mcu (steve rogers is also my fave, 10/10 husbando too), so i am SO down for this. i won't do everyone, and my names will probably be trash. oh well.

also i'm just going to go with the logic that no one can recognize that their gym leaders/champion are superheroes. also maybe the galarian league is also a justice league?? hm?? lex luthor/norman osborne chairman rose?? so many possibilities

Leon - Your standard superman-esque hero. flight, super strength, enhanced senses, though not quite to the point of x-ray vision. no laser beams or frost breath, but maybe he can breathe fire like his charizard. yall know he's gonna wear a cape and have a god-awful, probably royal-themed, outfit. called kingman or royal revenger or something like that lol

Raihan - can basically turn into a hybrid dragon/human person thing. Think the hulk or lizard, but it's on command and it doesn't really affect his intelligence or personality. tall boi becomes extra tall and buff and scaly with wings and a tail, and shorts for modesty. he's strong, he can fly, but can't breathe fire. his scales are as sharp as a knife and he can launch them as a projectile. Known as the Steel Dragon

Alistair - spooky ghost boi. can turn invisible and intangible, float and occasionally possess people. the power comes from his magic mask. he's not really much f a fighter, so he finds creative ways to fight crime without hurting too many people. His name is Ghostmask

Nessa -badass merwoman with starfire-esque elements. Super-strength, bullet-proof skin, extremely fast swimmer, enhanced vision, due to the fact she's suited to the high pressure environment of deep water. she can also shoot high pressure blasts of water from her hands. i haven't decided on her name yet, maybe water nymph? though i think that makes her sound much more delicate than she actually is.

Piers - think low budget batman, dark, edgy, protector of the weak. fan of brute force and small metal projectiles. team yell is his own vigilante group that helps him fight crime. called the obstagoon, his costume is themed after the very same pokemon

bonus

Hop - Leon's sidekick. Hasn't quite developed his powers yet like his brother has, wonky flier and while very strong, he's not nearly at lee's level yet. They work really well together and Leon was ecstatic to take him on. Equally gaudy outfit. called the prince

Marnie - Another sidekick, though Piers was very reluctant to take her on. Again no powers, but she has little shocker things on her gloves. her costume changes from yellow to dark purple depending on how well it blends into the light. Called Miss Morpeko.

Bede - straight up magical girl. opal gifted him a special amulet, that when activated, transforms him into a cute, pastel costumed lad with powers quite similar to that of a fairy type pokemon. his rapidash also gets an upgrade too, as it gets wings. he rides him into battle, feeling very embarrassed all the while. called the pink protector.

if anyone has extra headcanons to add, or ideas about a character that i didn't cover, please let me know! thanks for this question!

#ask #ask boopy

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nayutai · 5 years

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Gotta Go

⤳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

⤳ Prompt: “the reader is out singing karaoke in NYC at a Korean BBQ place or something and BTS is touring there, and they stop in to relax and have fun, and they hear the reader singing? And then I suppose it could go any way from there”

⤳ Happy One Year to the BTS Smut Club! I’m so, so thankful to be a part of this network. I’ve been able to meet so many amazing authors who have taught me so much and allowed me to improve my own writing through them. This is my contribution to the anniversary project and I hope it’s everything the requester wanted it to be 💞

⤳ Warnings: language, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex

“Janae your rich ass better be paying for this food. BTS has taken nearly a grand from my bank account and I’ll be damned if I spend $50 on some bulgogi and tea water.” You call out from the bathroom as you lean in close to the mirror to fill in your eyebrows. After waking up at three in the morning to catch your flight and then spending the afternoon exploring New York City with your three best friends, despite the occasional rain storm, you looked and felt like shit. All you want to do is curl up in bed and watch a movie but your friend Janae is craving korean bbq and is dragging the rest of you with her.

“Don’t worry, love. Mommy’s paying for this one.” Janae says as she walks up behind you waving around the black American Express card her mother had given her. Both of Janae’s parents came from old money and subsequently became big whigs in their respective professions. Janae was primarily raised by nannies while her parents threw money at her to fill the void left by their absence. She made sure they paid dearly for it and you can’t say you blame her.

***

Hoseok flops down on top of Jungkook with a whine while Taehyung and Jimin cackle from across the room. The three of them have been trying unsuccessfully to convince Jungkook to go get food with them but the youngest is being stubborn. Shocker.

“I’ll pay just come with us.” Hoseok whines, wrapping himself around Jungkook’s bulky frame. Jimin and Taehyung writhe around in laughter at the smile on Jungkook’s face that can only be described as victorious.

“Well since you offered...I found this korean bbq place nearby that’s supposed to be really good.”

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it, you maknae brat?”

“That’s not important so are we going or not?”

“Yeah, I’m starving. Let’s go”

Jimin and Jungkook are fighting over the last bite of kimchi, despite the fact that their waitress has just left to go get more, when the host that greeted them at the door rolls out a karaoke machine and announces that the floor is open. Anyone who scores 85% or higher gets a half off discount on their meal. The only catch is that the machine will be shuffling through a kpop top 50 playlist and the patron has to sing whatever song comes up.

The sound of a girl clambering forward for the microphone catches the table’s attention. Jimin and Jungkook even stop arguing to see what’s going on, allowing for Hoseok to swoop in and steal the kimchi they’d been arguing over. Taehyung licks his lips when his eyes wander down her figure. He’s not entirely sure how she managed to fit her ass into her shorts because they look painted on but he’s glad she did. The host presses shuffle and the rest of the girls at her table immediately start yelling when the first notes of Chungha’s Gotta Go begin to play.

Taehyung is mesmerized by the way she flawlessly moves as she puts on a show for her fellow patrons. He’s even more impressed with how good her korean pronunciation is. Cheers arise from the crowd during the dance break when she really goes all out.

“She’s really good.” Jungkook murmurs around a mouth full of rice.

It’s no surprise when she receives a near perfect score. She graciously bows to the host when he hands over her well-deserved coupon before bowing deeply to the crowd. Her friends smack her on the ass repeatedly in celebration of her performance when she returns to the table. Jimin and Hoseok whisper amongst each other before flagging down one of the waiters when he walks by their table on his way to the kitchen. Jungkook and Tae share looks of confusion but remain quiet. Whatever the other two members are conspiring about will be revealed eventually.

Taehyung nearly chokes on his drink when he watches the young man turn on his heel to walk back across the restaurant to the table Taehyung hadn’t been able to tear his eyes from. They seem to not believe whatever it is the waiter says to them but Taehyung’s eyes widen when they follow him anyway to the dark corner of the restaurant that they’ve been occupying for the better part of three hours.

***

“Holy shit he wasn’t lying.” You breathe out as your friends stand shell-shocked by the table. You all slowly lower yourselves into the extra chairs that are rushed over while Hoseok asks for your names.

It’s awkward at first but once everyone gets past that, conversation flows much more smoothly. Especially once it’s revealed that you all studied abroad in Seoul for a year and therefore speak basic Korean. Taehyung finds himself even more enamored by you the more he hears you speak. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable as you scrunch your nose up in concentration whenever you forget how to translate specific words into korean. He vaguely registers the fact that each of your friends has paired off with one of the other members.

Jimin orders a couple rounds of shots and things start to get a little more interesting. Taehyung takes careful notice of the way that the two of you seem to be moving closer together as the minutes go by. He’s afraid to read too much into it but dear god he’s hoping this means you want him the way he wants you. Your eyes seem to be drifting to his lips every few seconds and it’s making him fidgety with the urge to touch you. So much so that he drops the piece of meat he’d picked up. It lands right on his crotch. Before he can react, you snatch it up and pop it in your mouth with a wink and a flirtatious grin. Time to go.

Taehyung stands, pulling you with him, noticing then that Hoseok and Jungkook have already disappeared with two of your friends and Jimin is about to do the same with the one still at the table. He hadn’t even noticed their absence in the slightest. The air outside is crisp and serves to clear his lust-clouded mind a little bit.

“Nothing has to happen tonight. You know that right?”

“I’m well aware of that fact. I’m also well aware of the fact that I want to ride you into oblivion and I can’t do that if I don’t leave with you.” Taehyung’s jeans feel three sizes too small as his cock swells at your crude words. The hotel is on the next block but as he weaves through the crowd with your hand securely in his, that block feels like a mile.

***

Taehyung is almost frantic as he rushes to reveal what your clothes hide. Your giggling morphes into small moans and gasps when he buries his face between your legs without warning. His hands rhythmically squeeze your upper thighs as he holds your squirming hips in place. His tongue is sinfully talented and coupled with the darkness of his eyes staring into yours you’re a goner. Your thighs are trembling from the force of your orgasm when Taehyung finally releases you from his grasp.

Your hands fumble with his belt while his lips tangle with yours. For some godforsaken reason the man is still fully dressed. He even still has his sneakers on. His shirt joins your clothes somewhere on the floor, pants shoved halfway down his thighs. You hum in excitement at the lack of underwear. One less layer of clothing for you to contend with.

Taehyung reaches for the condoms he’d haphazardly thrown into the drawer of the bedside table. He hadn’t planned to bring anyone back to his room but it’s always better to be safe than sorry. You snatch the latex from him once he’s got it open, relishing in the deep grumble he lets out when you roll it on him. He presses your thighs to your chest and slides his rigid length through your wetness until he’s coated in your juices. A shiver of pleasure runs through you every time he bumps against your clit.

“Stop teasing me.” You demand through gritted teeth. He chuckles darkly. The low timbre of it has your inner muscles clenching around nothing.

“As you wish, love.” Taehyung draws his hips back, thrusting forward to roughly bury himself inside you. You would scream but it feels as though he’s forced all of the air out of your lungs.

Taehyung is similarly affected. His head tossed back as he savors the sensation of your walls hugging him so tightly. He’s sure that yours is the tightest, wettest pussy he’s ever had the pleasure to be inside of. Another groan escapes him when you start squirming around beneath him. You’re begging for more and more he’s about to give you what you’re asking for.

His pace starts off slow and steady like the gentle rocking of a recently vacated rocking chair but it builds. It builds until his hips are pistoning into yours at high speed. If the loud smacking sound his thighs make every time they collide with your skin doesn’t give away your activities, the banging of the headboard against the wall surely will. Taehyung bends his head down to latch his lips around one of your nipples. His movement changes the angle of his hips only slightly but it’s enough to have him roughly stabbing at a particularly sensitive spot inside you repeatedly.

You cry out his name as you’re thrown headfirst into a mighty orgasm. He thrusts a few more times before your spasming muscles make it too difficult for him to continue fucking into you. Instead, he lets you milk him dry, a hoarse shout escaping him as he fills the condom.

“Fuck that was good. I might need a wheelchair for your concert tomorrow though.” Taehyung huffs out a laugh while still trying to catch his breath.

“That can be arranged.”

#btssmutclub #BSCProject #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #bts smut

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lalalizzy16fitness · 5 years

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6 Reasons You’re NOT Losing Weight

I’ve been on my weight loss journey for years now. I’ve been up and down, thought about giving up and been at my highest point. Below are some tips I wish I would have known since the beginning of my journey and I hope it brings someone some peace who is just starting out and inspires them that it doesn’t have to be that hard…

Food journal? Of course. Regular workouts? Unfortunately, yes. Copious amounts of fiber? Duh. I know how to lose weight. I’ve read all the books, I’ve researched everything online. That’s why it’s so frustrating when I notice the pounds were clinging to me like a bug on a windshield no matter how hard I tried or how hard I exercised. As it turns out, most women experience the same confusion over a scale that won’t budge despite their best efforts.

You might not be drinking enough water

We’ve all heard how important the H2O is when it comes to shedding pounds. It helps to suppress appetite, so you’re less likely to overeat. However that’s not all, when you’re dehydrated your kidneys can’t function properly, so the body turns to the liver for additional support. When the liver is working so hard, more of the fat you consume is stored, rather than burned off.

You may be skimping on the protein

SEVERAL studies show that high protein diets result in more pounds shed… at least initially. Protein enhances the feeling of satiety and prevents your losing muscle as you lose fat. You also have dietary thermogenesis (energy you burn to process and use the food you eat) on your side.

You sit at a desk all day

So you log an hour of exercise nearly every day. But if outside of that your time is mostly spent sitting in front of a computer, this could be one of the reasons why you’re working out but not losing weight.

Unfortunately research finds that dedicated workouts aren’t enough to compensate for a sedentary lifestyle the rest of the time. Sitting for even just a FEW hours causes your body to stop making a fat-inhibiting enzyme called lipase. Getting up and walking for just two minutes during each of those hours burns an additional 59 calories a day.

Your numbers might be off :/

Even being a math whiz, you can’t assume anything when it comes to calories. Even if you are consistently working out you won’t be losing weight.

The easiest way to determine how many calories you can eat in a day is using an online BMR calculator. I entered “moderate” as my activity level because I exercise regularly. That gave me about 2400 calories a day. Then I added whatever calories I burn during my workouts (usually about 600) according to my heart rate monitor. That meant I could eat almost 3100 calories a day without gaining a pound (or nearly 2500 a day to lose a pond a week). Sure, it seemed high, but I had used a calculator. It had to be right!

Not so fast. The BMR calculator already factors in the calories you burn with your workouts, so you shouldn’t add them in again. No wonder I had been maintaining instead of losing.

You may be working out too much (Say what?)

How could this possibly make sense, how can an exercise routine make you gain weight? For starters, people tend to eat more when they work out. Either because they feel they’ve “earned it”, or because they’re overestimating how much they’ve burned. Or both!

The real shocker: Working out can make you retain water! To make sure you don’t get dehydrated the plasma in your bloodstream will store an extra 2 to 4 pounds of water. You will store that water unless you become inactive. It’s not fat or muscle, but simply “super hydration”.

You over stress about EVERYTHING

I turn to comfort food when I’m under stress. The fight or flight response is an appetite stimulant. Even worse, excessive stress causes fat to be stored in the abdominal area, where weight is harder to lose. Luckily, exercise reduces stress, balanced nutritious meals can repair the damage that stress does to the body and a social support network also helps.

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kai-zers · 6 years

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Drarry, Auror au and a multitude of miscommunication issues.

so this is @treacletvrts ‘s fault, as is many of the myriad of au’s we had in multiple fandoms and istg she’s to blame because tbh with y’all this has no cohesive thought at all so yup, I have no words other than these.

PS: I have no idea how tumblr works because I am a noob that has no idea how this godforsaken site works despite the years I spent lurking here so expect crappy posts like these.

This was also a race against my overheating laptop jesus christ tHIS WAS A STRUGGLE

Yup, let’s set the scene, but the rest is in read under because this would probably get long.

Harry and Draco are trainee aurors, or aurors already timelines be damned

pining, a lot of it.

YOU KNOW IT

everyone and their ancestor portraits knew, okay.

Draco and subtlety didn’t exactly come in one package

but oh my god, circe’s tits, and whomever else they use in place of jesus christ, Harry doesn’t know.

Obviously, Harry wasn’t a Ravenclaw for nothing.

Draco thought Harry knew, but plot twist, your favourite boy who lived doesn’t.

Shocker.

Draco assumes that Harry knew and actually thought that since Harry hasn’t distanced himself or changed the way he treated Draco at this point, Draco legitimately thought he had a chance at Saint Potty himself.

This is a usual topic between his, Blaise’s, Pansy’s and Theo’s get togethers.

‘you’d think five years post hogwarts we’d never hear Draco say Potter again, but I guess not.’ probably Theo tbh

Pansy is close to pulling at her own hair in frustration

‘I shouldn’t have left Milan for this weekend.’ Blaise, shaking his head

Potter and Malfoy in the same mission? and they’re both alive? and the perp is caught in record time? Impeccable paperwork?

Call the Prophet

anyways, their first mission and a handful succeeding that were a success.

They are both star Aurors, and work as an amazing team

One mission they were both assigned to had a bit of a scuffle, they had to hide in a tiny closet, their faces really close

Oh Merlin, is this Draco’s chance?

Nope, since Harry had tried to distance himself as far away from Draco as far as he physically could in that situation

Draco knows how to read a room, and that definitely was an indication of ‘sTAY AWAY FROM ME’ from Harry

Harry, on the other hand, is having issues with himself

He’s scared of coming into terms that he ‘might actually possibly have a bit of attraction towards guys’ and he is panicking

Well, if I had spent my years in puberty being chased by a madman, tbvfh with you, that’d be the last thing on my mind too

so fast forward to them celebrating a major case being solved

DRANKS.

Harry has a preference for muggle alcohol because have you had a shit of Cuervo, that stuff makes MY alter ego come out.

Draco doesn’t drink often, he prefers to savour his wine, thank you very much.

he’s just a lightweight hahaha

so Harry is pissed.

like majorly pissed to the point where he’s seated on someone’s lap already, yelling at the top of his lungs about something to someone

A lot of jeering and what not happens, Harry’s insecurities get the better of him and he tries to hook up with a girl that night

much to Draco’s chagrin.

He is watching this happen sober, poor thing.

but Harry isn’t getting any action tonight, turning the girl down instead, murmuring something about it not feeling right

Draco takes the initiative to tell Harry that he’s had too much, and he’ll side along him to Grimmauld if he wanted to

Harry agrees, and it takes a lot of rearranging for Draco to make sure that Harry doesn’t get splinched in the whole shebang back home

They get to Grimmauld place, and its actually clean

Draco shaking Harry awake so he could take him to his room to rest

they make their way up the stairs, and Harry is giggling because he keeps slipping and would’ve probably died an untimely death due to refusing to take his socks off a flight of laquered hard wood stairs

and once they reach the door of Harry’s room, Harry tries to make a move on Draco

He’s cupping Draco’s pale cheek in one hand, staring at his lips despite the haze of the alcohol

but Draco pulls away.

((YES DRACO KNOW YOUR WORTH))

Draco is hurt, because Harry would only dare touch him while he’s pissed off his arse like this

“Oh Merlin, Harry, don’t do this to me.” he hisses, as he drags Harry into the room.

“Wha?” and then Harry is dropped onto his bed with Draco removing his robes so he could sleep better

“Stay with me.” Harry slurred out, but Draco could only shake his head.

“For fuck’s sake, what was I thinking when I thought you were actually different? You’re just as cruel as everyone else is.”

fuck me that legitimately hurt me when I typed that one out

harry turns over, staring at Draco as best he could without his glasses

Draco’s just murmuring to himself, wiping at his face hurriedly because oh no, here come the waterworks.

“I’m giving up on you, and that is final.”

Draco says it more to himself than to Harry, but Harry hears it, and he’s not sure if its real or nah

He takes the liberty of flooing back to his estate, just to see Blaise and Pansy already lounging in his couch.

bold of you to assume the Malfoys didn’t invest in real estate, jk tho.

its been years since anyone has been back at the Manor, with Narcissa being in France and Draco in this smaller estate

Pansy takes one good look at Draco’s face and pats the space between her and Blaise and takes a pillow on her lap

Theo takes in the entire scene and just goes back into the kitchen, wine seems to be a better choice than tea at the moment

Draco plops down on the couch, burying his face into the throw pillow on Pansy’s lap

“There, there, pet.” She offers, though her perpetually ruby lips are already in a frown.

Blaise just takes Draco’s legs to lay them over his thighs, hands lingering on Draco’s knee

“Is this a bad time to say I told you so?”

Theo just sits wordlessly on the floor, leaning his head on Draco’s belly

I WANT THEM TO CUDDLE OKAY FIGHT ME

“Draco, Darling, what’s wrong? What’d Potty do?”

“I thought he was different, Pans. I thought I had a chance. I thought he may love me someday.”

shet, ma. I’m sorry.

Harry still doesn’t know if Draco was real or not, but the following weekend, he finds out that Ron has been assigned as his partner.

Draco requested for a partner change, and has been actively avoiding Harry in the office.

of course, like with any romcom gone wrong, it is only now that Saint Potter realises that ‘hmm, something is up.’

He also realises how much of a better team he and Draco made, compared to him and Ron, because nobody got the paperwork done between them

Harry realises that he misses Draco as a partner

but Draco somehow had the luck of being assigned solo cases that needed to be stationed really far away

the months following the partner reassignment, he manages to see Draco merely three times, and in those three times, Draco had only nodded at him.

This is where Harry realises: i have fucked up

Of course Harry attempts to talk or confront Draco about the thing happening between them

“Potter, I need space, and if you are supposedly as concerned as you are showing, you will keep your nose out of my business.”

whoop, obviously Draco is mad, but Harry doesn’t know why and he’s confused because he really misses the older male, but there are issues

FAST FORWARD TO HARRY ACTUALLY ASKING FOR HELP

ron is just as helpless as he is, hermione is just mum because wow harry this is a major screw up

luna is the one who actually gets to the point, telling Harry, ‘yup you’re in love with him and you’ve done fucked up’

but she’s optimistic, saying, you two just need to talk

‘Draco’s a little hard to understand, but if you don’t talk to him, you’ll never get to do so.’

ANOTHER TIME JUMP YUP WE ARE JUST SAVING THIS PLOT AT THIS POINT

Draco ends with a case involving a new drug that was supposedly being manufactured at this abandoned ship at some port

((i think its obvious I am not from the British Isles at this point okay plus this was done in an hour, liberties were taken and I am not sorry))

He gets ambushed and ends up getting chained to something he can’t get out of himself because he’s drugged and wandless, so no wandless magic

Harry gets suspicious that Draco’s partner gets back unscathed, but Draco is nowhere to be found

He grills the other auror for info and apparates to the ship, where whoop, it is on fire.

oh no.

cue on Harry’s gryffindor lack of self-preservation, where hE STILL GOES INTO THE SHIP TO FIND DRACO

he does find Draco, but idk the ship breaks, structural integrity is getting weak so he doesnt reach Draco in time

BUT HE DIVES IN NONETHELESS

and sees Draco struggling to breathe and get out of his bounds

He spells off the cuffs, and drags Draco to the surface, and proceeds to send a patronus to Hermione

Hermione’s a healer in this au, okay

Draco is turning blue, and to say that Harry was panicking was an understatement

He’s not breathing either, even with Harry’s attempts at CPR

Hermione arrives and does the wizarding equivalent of using a defibrillator

????

yup I guess we’ll go with that for now and she also does a bunch of other stuff

Draco’s finally coughing all the water out his lungs, he’s breathing, albeit a little shallow and shaky at best

Hermione calls for back up because she can’t apparate them both, and Harry’s trembling--from the cold, or the adrenaline subsiding in his blood, but he wasn’t letting go of Draco’s hand

even when he was getting wheeled into the ER at St. Mungo’s, Hermione had to physically pry his hands off

‘he’s safe now, Harry. Let me have a look at you, now.’

Harry wants to say that he’s fine but he did jump into the sea in the middle of fucking winter, and the look Hermione is giving him is absolutely terrifying so he relents, murmuring that they should be tending to Draco instead

‘They are, and I need to tend to you now because I know you’ll scare off any other healer I ask to check up on you.’

Harry’s changed into warmer clothes, and he’s got a cup of tea in his hands to warm them

they’re still shaking, he doesn’t understand why the fuck he can’t calm down and puts it down

He just starts crying.

The build-up of months of stress and the day’s events was too much for him to handle

‘Fuck, ‘Mione, I saw him turn blue. He wasn’t breathing, I couldn’t get him to breathe.’

‘He’s alive Harry, Draco’ll be okay.’

‘You don’t understand, I felt him die, ‘Mione.’

Of course, out of all people, Harry would understand how it feels to tap dance with death

Hermione just comforts him, willing away the tears in her eyes because it feels like this is the one time she can’t help Harry at all.

Ron just skids into the hall, and sees Hermione and Harry, and hugs them both without a word

back to draco, who has been under observation for a good two days and has finally woken up

he sees Harry tucked into himself in the frankly ugly leather sofa by the window, head lolling forwards and back enough

Draco pulls himself up and groans, remembering how he got is ass handed to him in that ship and staring at the yellowing bruises on his arms

Harry suddenly lets out a snore, which makes Draco snort but oh no what is in his nose

‘Circe’s tits, that fucking hurt.’ and he’s coughing up a storm enough to wake Harry up, who stares at him for a few seconds before he’s on his feet and pouring him a glass of water

‘What else do you need? the loo? food?’

‘A healer.’

‘oh. yes. yes, need to tell them you’re awake.’

‘Potter.--Potter!’ Draco manages to call after him before he got too far off

‘what happened.’

Harry explains what happened, the ship, traces of a drug in his system, almost drowning and what not

‘I’ll get someone, yup.’

Draco just shakes his head because he knew Harry was keeping something from him, but lets it go

he gets an extensive check up procedure, which is peculiar because this has been the first time they have been this attentive to his vitals

he needed to stay for a few more days for monitoring, which is weird to Draco because I just fell into the ocean what is the big deal

A nurse comments offhandedly that he’s lucky that he survived drowning and near hypothermia

‘excuse me what’

‘From what I’ve heard, and judging from your vitals, you were minutes away from death’

‘enlighten me.’

‘Healer granger had to revive you using a spell she developed based off of Muggle Tech, she had to shock your heart.’

‘I was dead?’

‘you should’ve seen auror potter, he wouldn’t leave until your vitals stabilised. Healer Granger couldn’t even heal him properly so she had to administer a sleeping draught so he could finally rest.’

‘oh.’

hermione walks in, ‘oh, indeed.’

"I sent him home, if you were wondering.” Hermione says.

Hermione seemed to be able to read his expression, as she had just provided him with what he needed.

"He'd been sleeping here three days and that isn't doing anything for his injuries. Refused to get checked, so I just healed him so he'd actually go to sleep in a proper bed."

"So how are you feeling?" Hermione asked, already waving her wand as a quill hovered behind her, the quiet scratching against parchment, the only sound in Draco's room aside from his steadily better breathing.

"Oh that's good. We managed to drain all the water from your lungs, no tingling in any of your limbs?"

Draco shook his head.

"No symptoms of hypothermia either." Hermione murmured a lumos under her breath, asking him to follow it and observing his eye movement.

Draco is just overwhelmed at this point, because this is the second day he had to endure these tests and Granger was terribly much detailed than the other healers

"You're almost well enough to be discharged, but I'll check you again tomorrow." She replied curtly, tucking her wand into her sleeve and the clipboard into her arm.

"Granger." Draco called, just as Hermione was about to leave the room. "Thank you, for saving my life. You have my thanks."

Hermione nodded, almost smiling at him.

"Quite frankly, Malfoy, if Harry hadn't found your body, there wouldnt have been anyone to save, but you're still welcome."

draco is just dumbfounded in his bed, again.

The following day he gets the go signal to be discharged as soon as hermione finished her check up spells, and blaise and pansy were to pick him up

But harry manages to catch him just as he got dressed, immediately flushing as Draco's silent gaze fell onto him.

"H-hullo Malfoy, how are you doing?"

OF ALL THE THINGS HARRY HAD TO SAY. HULLO.

‘Better.’

brace yourselves dace and i just ran thru this, dialogue is subpar at best, but wow they are finally communicating.

amazing.

"Uhm, that's it. I'll uh--i'll find hermione."

Draco rolled his eyes, calling out to him. "Potter."

"Uhm, ye...yes Malfoy?"

"Thank you. For finding me. If it weren't for you," draco breathed out, thankfully smoothly this time. "And granger, i'd be as good as fully dead."

Harry instantaneously lit up and frowned at the same time."Of course, Malfoy."

Harry nodded. "Anything for you." He murmured under his breath, before turning away.

As soon as Draco was left to his own devices--tightening the laces on his boots, basically anything to just pass the time as Blaise and Pansy were just perpetually late--he heard Harry's god awful sneakers skid in the hallway and enter his room again.

"What is it, Potter, already come back for me to repay my debts?" He asked boredly, leaning back onto the hospital bed.

oh lord. Harry looked terrible.

Harry looked like he was about to throw up--green eyes erratic, lower lip between his teeth as he gnawed on to, hands shaky as he stuffed back into his pocket jacket, and out again.

"Please don't give up on me." He whispered, catching Draco by surprise.

"What?"

"The night you helped me get back home. I thought I was just too pissed on Tequila that I didn't even think you were real--"

draco's clamming up on himself, his arms are crossed, face guarded as Harry stood before him as his complete opposite, his vivid green eyes almost desperate as his lip wobbled.

"But I've died twice, Draco. I can tell apart what’s real and the pigment of my pissed brain."

"I'm sorry if you think I was cruel--if I hurt you without realising it, I'm sorry, please, please just don't give up on me just yet."

Draco is for a lack of a better word--Gobsmacked.

the boy who lived--no, that applies to them both now--is in his hospital room, in the verge of tears and looked like he was a sentence away from passing out.

"I'm sorry Draco," Harry trailed off, his voice breaking as he said Draco's name and using his hoodie sleeves to wipe at his cheeks as the tears rolled down.

"I was scared, and I didn't know it was okay to like blokes, I didn't know it was okay to like you, but I've ruined it, haven't I?"

Draco's heart is in pieces at this point tbh

The first time he hears his name from Harry's lips, Harry's crying.

Draco sees Blaise at the corner at the corner, but luckily the other male was able to read the room and quickly dragged Pansy away, her retort lowering in volume as they went farther down the hall

"I'm sorry--fuck, i'm sorry for wasting your time." Harry said, sniffing as he wiped his face on his sleeve, running a hand thru the wild tangle of curls on his head.

"Just ignore whatever I said. Get well, Malfoy."

i am: weak for curly haired Harry okay, humour me.

Circe, Draco thought, this is just getting painful to watch.

Because it seemed like he was being the wanker, making Harry cry even when the oblivious jackass was the one that started this whole fiasco

And Draco couldnt find it in himself to cut into Harry's blubbering at all.

"Circe's tits, stop with the blubbering, Potter."

Oops. Not the best choice of words.

"What?"

Draco just stood up, and met Harry halfway and cupped his cheeks to press their lips together, mostly just to shut him up.

oh, wow.

Draco could get used to this, and Harry let out a choked sound that was akin to a gasp and a whimper before he kissed back.

[[long, winded make out scene i am sorry i am terrible at those, I’ll leave it to your imaginations]]

Draco just says, "bring me home, harry."

And just shoos blaise and pansy off.

Which gets him the finger from pansy and a judgmental eyebrow from blaise

‘I make arrangements for a portkey at the last minute and this is what we get?’

‘at least it will make the cease of Draco’s whining.’

Pansy and blaise respectively

Both Harry and Draco spend their days in Draco’s estate just cuddling, and okay fine making out.

They finally talk and clear things out.

and Harry finally feels a moment of peace after nearly 25 years of being chased by a murderous madman and multiple criminals

no hanky panky yet jesus draco died ffs

The following week, someone just yells from Draco’s floo.

and it’s loud enough to hear in the second floor in Draco’s bedroom.

"I know you died Malfoy, but you have to come to work."

its robards.

he’s two aurors short, and they’re his best aurors.

"Please bring Potter too, just because you two have died doesnt mean you can escape the paperwork. "

Harry groans, while Draco merely laughs though its muffled against Harry's shirt, where his face is currenly buried into.

and they lived.

i guess

THEY COMMUNICATE MORE EFFECTIVELY NOW

#drarry #drarry squad #draco malfoy #harry potter

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i-have-a-concern-blog · 5 years

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Things I have heard or seen in Public School:

I always get a good laugh out of lists like these when talking about public schools, so here are some personal ones from my public school.

1. “Mmmm peaches...why the fuck did I get peaches?”

2. “I’m not empathetic, I’m just pathetic.”

3. “So basically, she microwaved a hamster.”

4. “Hey dude, one girl, one chair, three legs, what do you think?”

5. I have seen a female teacher wear a skin-tight, cheetah print, leather dress dirty dance like her life depended on it.

6. A friend in my band got on the field during intermission for a competition and performed a magic mike dance to the letter. (Choreography, no stripping)

7. In Junior high, we were settled in the old high school and there was a dirt and stone tunnel that extended all the way under the school and connected to the basement. Because my speech and debate class was in the basement, I passed by the (Deadbolted and chained) door every day. One day, it was open and no one, not even the teacher could explain why.

8. We got shockers (the candy) banned from all vending machines because kids wouldn’t stop throwing the sign up in all school-related pictures.

9. Likewise, for an entire year, no one could say mayonnaise or else they’d be sent to the office (regardless of how they meant it).

10. In high school, the last day before the summer break was usually a half-day spent in a chosen room (you could watch a movie, play games, go to the park, etc). I always chose one with my choir teacher (she makes some fantastic snacks not gonna lie). Anyway, my room got half-day fun day banned because in 4 hours we managed to shatter 2 lights (on a ceiling over 20 feet high), have a kid fall down 2 flights of stairs with minimal injuries, and apparently, while most of us were throwing dodgeballs at one another, someone went to the bathrooms just outside the room and tore every. single. door. off. the. stalls.

11. A couple of students got into a fistfight in front of my locker, everyone around stared blankly before criticizing the brawlers for having shitty fighting form.

12. A kid got tazed for charging our resource officer.

13. While I was away for a singing preformance my group got held up overnight for tornadic activity around the school and the freeway. While we were gone, the school spent most of the performance day in the tornado shelter. 2 kids managed to escape teacher notice and snuck into the office and stole over 3,000 dollars from the safe.

14. For the senior prank, a group of kids bought a shit ton of aluminum foil and covered an entire classroom (individually wrapped textbooks, desks, pencils, you get the idea). The reason behind this was the teacher of the said classroom made all of their tests fill in the blank over 40-60 page chapters. Their most popular quote (that pissed off every student to walk through the door) was that the world had no “gray” areas. Therefore, said pranksters wrote on one aluminum foil wall “Does this count as a gray area?”

15. Also with senior pranking, The halls were covered in plastic wrap from locker to locker. It was almost impossible for the pranksters to get free of their trap.

I can’t think of any more right now, but you’re free to add.

#publicschoolishell #Ididntevenhavetheworstofit #idontevenknow

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spidxysense · 6 years

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Different | 05

Summary: You weren’t like them. You didn’t submit yourself to experiments, unlike them, you didn’t have a choice in becoming what you were. Now, years later Mr. Stark has sent you over to Queens to watch over one of his newest proteges in order to get your mind off of your sister.

Word Count: 3,021

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader/Spiderman x Reader

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

A/N: hey guys, so it's about 1:06 AM here. Truthfully I was a bit disappointed by my notes, but I assure you I loved each and every love you gave for my fic, I truly appreciate you guys. So here's a little treat from me after being gone so long.

You wake up in a dark laboratory with a throbbing head limped to the side while a chubby man in a lab coat was working on the alien tech Peter found in that truck, going through the numerous Stark files in your mind, that was an explosive Chitauri Energy Core. You face stung here and there from every which way and part, if you had a mirror you bet you’d look like you’ve been beat up. With nobody around to notice you already woke up, you try to pull your rope bounded wrists apart, when that didn’t work, you tried to focus matter into your palms, but nothing ever happens. You lift your head to look around for anything you could sneak towards to get your ha ds free, but you realize there’s a heavy metallic collar on.

“Like it?” from beyond the working table in the darkness, those haunting green lights for eyes get closer, “I call those power inhibitors.” He chuckles, “Not exactly the best way to use the limited alien tech we have, but I had to get a thorn out of my side.” He whacks the back of your head.

You stare up at him, glaring, hoping to God you could burn holes through his eyes.

“You see, you got pretty sloppy back in D.C, kid.” he tsks, “My men have been tailing you since that shit that went down at the Washington Monument, which is how I know that you know who Spider-Man is, and for whatever reason, he’s protecting you, so now here you are with the information we most direly need,” he grabs the back of your head, pulling you hair until you were craning your neck to forcefully look up at him, “And you’re going to tell me.”

You caught yourself before you could breathe a sigh of relief. They didn’t know that Peter was Spiderman. If this man was going to kill you, he would do it even if you give Peter’s identity, if this was going to be the end, you’d spend it doing what you told Tony you’d do. You’d protect this boy, and if this was the only way you could, then you would.

“Nothing?” He tilts his head tauntingly to the side, “We’ll get you talking. Whatever means necessary.”

“Kill her, use her as a lab rat for this new radius bomb I’m making.” The guy in the lab coat laughs obnoxiously by himself, “Then when that Spider kid comes to find her, we blow him up to-”

“Shut up.” He doesn’t let go of your hair, as he turns to look at the man in the lab coat, “We’ll be needing her to lure out that stupid Spider. But how’s about we get information out of her first?” he chuckles darkly as he calls out for what you think was a shocker before a large man in a beanie comes out with a strange metallic wrist gauntlet on comes in. He stops in front of you, smirking deviously before pulling back his fist, and then just when it makes contact, everything goes black.

“Wake up!” you get slapped awake, your face and muscles more tender and in much more pain than before, but instead of a laboratory, you smell the ocean as a loud horn in the background catches your attention. You were on a boat, more specifically, you were kneeling on a boat, with a bag over your head and you arms and legs now bound in the same metallic inhibitor that was around your neck.

“Boss says it’s Showtime, and when it’s Showtime, we have to get you out of that trunk.” It was the guy who punched you before you blacked out, well blacked out for the first time that night. The whole night consisted of you waking in and out of consciousness as they beat you until you gave them intel on whatever you had, on Stark, S.H.I.E.L.D, The Avengers, and most importantly, Spiderman, which also explains why they changed the ropes for thick cuffs when you broke them from pulling your arms and legs apart from struggling through the pain past night. But you didn’t budge, nothing would get out, even if it meant dying.

A new voice joins the circle of murmurs you’ve been surrounded with, “White pick-up truck.” making another man leave as his footsteps fade as he walks towards what you can probably guess as a white pick-up.

“I’ll take those!” you hear the clinking of keys before that familiar sound of Peter’s web shooters are hear above, “Yoink!”

Everything happens so fast, one second you’re hearing his voice from above and the next you feel a presence suddenly slam down onto the deck just behind you.

“Hey guys! The illegal weapons deal ferry was at 10:30, you missed it!” After that all you hear are guns cocking, but never going off as Spiderman himself fights off however many these guys were, including that Shocker fellow who knocked you out, based from the electric whirring of his gauntlet.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Not so fast!” was all you can make out from the thick sack over your head before you hear heavy crashes, “You guys okay? My, bad. That was a little hard.”

“Freeze! FBI!” All you hear are guns cocking as Peter’s panicked voice fills your ears.

“Whoa, whoa, w-wait. What do you mean FBI?” FBI? Why would they come here? Was there a tip? Peter didn’t seem o be the one that called him seeing as he was this surprised, “I know what the FBI is! I mean what are they doing her-”

That’s all he’s able to say before that horrid sound of wings screeches through the air. He’s here. Guns fire from every which way, as they clink against the metal of his wings, all the while, Spiderman can only tell these people to get out of the way. You think this was it, maybe he’d flight straight towards you, that stupid alien gun in his hand, killing you right in front of Peter, but instead, he grabs you by the inhibitor on your neck, pulling it harder against your neck making it even harder to breathe and worsening your already flesh peeling skin on the neck.

He still has you by the neck as he hovers over the water, “Get to the top deck, we’re getting out of here.”

Suddenly, you’re being lowered and then pulled back up only to begin lowering again from the web Spiderman probably shot at this guy and continued to pull towards him. No, he can’t. He can’t stand a chance with this guy. Not when he’s at the disadvantage. You squirm in his hold, trying so hard to get free, to do anything that could even help him, but that only gets the Vulture’s attention.

“I’ve got a tiny present for you, kid.” He laughs evilly.

“Put the civilian down!” You hear him yell out.

“Civilian?” he shakes you from his grip, “Civilian?! This ain’t no civilian, kid. You might not exactly recognize her after we trued to get intel out of her, but he she is.” You hear him say before you suddenly feel as if you’ve been blinded by a light.

He’s the first one you see, Peter. He takes a few steps back, probably not believing that it was you up there, and then it’s just him and his emotions getting the better of him.

“Y/N!” By this time, it’s as if he’s panicking, “Put her down!”

“You won’t want me putting her down, kid. Especially since this inhibitor around her neck and limbs will only make her sink faster.” he begins a slow descend towards the water, “But if you really want me to, I’d gladly comply.”

You stare at him, thinking for a while, this shouldn’t be a hard choice, this has gone beyond you, him, or this mission, he would have to go for the Vulture, get him locked up to ward him away from alien tech that could change the scheme of criminal activity all together. No matter how much you wanted to scream, even against the cold, sweat polished metal around the increasing sensitive tenderness of your neck, Peter already had his arms in the air in surrender.

“Good to know we’ve got a deal. This is how it’ll go. I’m setting this girl with this gun back down on the deck. If anyone so much as makes sudden movements?” He shows them a button already prepared onto his glove, “Boom.”

He hovers right above the deck, the spot just next to Peter and drops you making you land on your knees, while your arms remained bound together placed behind you, the Chitaurian Alien Tech gun lands heavily on the wooden flooring in front of the two of you, before flying away, the Shocker already on a different boat.

Spiderman takes one look at you, probably consulting his AI what to do.

You speak in a small voice, neck so raw and tender that even a small tone like this still brought tears to your eyes in pain, “I need a conductor...to neutralize...the electric shock waves being transported throughout my body...once it’s neutralized it should...open...up…” Speaking that much, you barely managed to finish the sentence.”

He looks at his hands and then back at you, “I have webs that can shoot electricity but to neutralize the electricity, we’re gonna need to shock you too.” he speaks slowly, trying to get a hint of whether to do it or not, based from his actions, he would have much rather found a different solution.

“Just...do...it…” You try to tell him.

He hesitates for a while, “I’m so sorry.” he mumbles, “This is going to hurt.”

The large intake of breath you take in preparation to the shock you were about to receive wasn’t enough. Not nearly. Though the web clings onto the collar, you feel every fiber of you being as it burns and feels like fire has ignited in every crevice of your anatomy, though it only took 10 seconds, it feels like hours. But right when it stops, you feel your neck get light, your wrists and ankles free from their bind as the heavy collar and cuffs finally drop onto the deck. You feel your body feel like jelly. Grasping the ground to regain your posture, but before your legs finally give out, Spiderman’s already by your side, your arm placed over his should as he acts as your support.

“Y/N-” Before he can even finish what he was saying, he stops, “S-something doesn’t feel right.”

You follow his line of sight where the alien gun sits, already glowing pink as it emits a long ray, cutting the boat in half and with it, pulling the two of you apart.

You hear the civilians scream as they feel the boat already filling with water as your half starts to sink. You look over at Spiderman standing frozen in place, “Do something!”

It seems to work as he finally snaps out of his daze, “Oh my god! What do I do? Shit!”

“We have to connect the halves together and keep them together until we can land!” He looks over at you, and gives you a firm nod.

“Okay.” He begins pacing, “Karen! Give me an x-ray of the boat and target all the strongest points!” He launches a web and the he’s gone.

You run to the side of the boat, where despite still feeling weak, you muster up everything you can to create big enough energy matter to act as a large board to tilt half the ship upright, “Hurry!” you cry out as the heaviness weighs you down until you were practically bending backwards to keep your half of the ship in place.

The weight soon begins to disappear. Taking that as a sign that you could move back to the front to reconnect the halves, you run to the deck where Spiderman already was, admiring his handiwork.

“98%?” was all you hear before the webs begin snapping one by one.

“No! No! NO NO NO!” He takes his stance, flinging himself towards a nearby broken web and shooting a new one out from the other arm, pulling the two halves together.

You touch your ears, feeling a familiar stocky liquid, you were already starting to bleed from your ears. You gather up the blood you tried to keep inside your mouth before spitting it all on the deck, centering your powering in front of your stomach, you hold out your arms in front of you, as dark energy seeps out, faster, faster, and faster as much as you needed it to go, when it was large enough on both sides, you clasp your hands together and focus as you literally hold the two halves together before Spiderman splits himself in half.

He lands on the inside of the boat, quickly running out, in time to see the energy matter, but it takes a while before he sees that it was coming frim you.

“Y-Y/N? What the hell?”

You shut your eyes in deeper concentration, “Look Peter, we can’t talk about this right now, you need to find a way to keep these two parts stuck together because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold them together-”

A voice comes out from behind you, hovering just in front of the boat, “Hi Spiderman, band practice was it?”

He flies right in through the freight holder, “Nice job, kid.” he mutters before flying right on it, welding the torn half together.

Peter follows him as he continues to weld the boat together, “Hey Mr. Stark? Can I help? Do you want me to do anything?”

Tony turns his head in Peter’s direction, “I think you’ve done enough.” Ironman flies towards you, “Maintain damage control, and then meet me on top of that tower when the boat lands.” He points at a small tower right near the coast before flying away.

Within thirty minutes upon arrival, the passengers have already been taken care of, you tap your watch, “Mr. Stark? The civilians have been controlled.” you never get a reply back so you head over to the tower he pointed out to you from the boat.

You climb the staircase, slowly, you begin to hear Tony and Peter, “...what if somebody had died tonight? Huh? A civilian? Huh? Different story right? Cause that’s on you. And if you or Y/N died, I feel like that’s on me. I don’t need that on my conscien-”

“Tony?” your voice was all it took to snap him out of his monologue, “Everyone’s been accounted for. They’ll all be making it home tonight.”

“She’s been working for you this whole time?” You hear the disappointment and anger laced through Peter’s words, “Is this why you said you liked me? Have you just been stringing me along the whole time?! Making your job easier for you?” He doesn’t look at you, “All this time, you’ve been trailing me, and the whole time we were together I felt like I was such an asshole for not telling you that I was Spiderman. Was it a fun game? Did you get the most out of it?”

You reach a shaky hand out to touch his shoulder, “Peter-”

He moves away harshly just as he feels you light touch, “I don’t wanna hear it.” he sighs, “You’re a liar, Y/N. I risked all this for a liar. Did you ever even really like me?”

You feel your eyes begin to fill with tears, as the words sting with every word that comes through his mouth. He takes that first look at you, turning his head to look behind him, only to be met by you. Sunset lit against your face, evidence of the torture you had to go through the night before to get intel you remained mum on. Your lips were cracked and bleeding, your chin was red with all the blood that flowed from your mouth for the over usage of your powers, the bridge of your nose was deeply cut, a deep gash ran along the left side of your forehead where you got punched when you were knocked out, your eyes were swollen from crying, one of them already bleeding from the inside staining a line to your pupils red, the right one already blackening from the large bruise, under your left eyes was a swollen cut, your jaw hurt like hell every time you even so much as tried to move it, your neck, wrists, and ankles were bound red raw from the rope and inhibitors, yet these were only the ones visible to the human eye.

Right when he opens his mouth to speak, a hand is put lightly on your shoulder, “Why don’t you head back home, I already called Pepper to get you looked at. We already moved your things, the car is waiting downstairs. I’ll meet you guys at the hospital or at home, wherever you two are, I just need to finish things up with Peter.”

You slowly nod, avoiding the eye contact Peter was trying to give you, as you walk out the door, you take one last look at Peter, just as he mutters the words you should have said to him instead, “I’m so sorry.” You feel your heart tighten at the sight of his pained expression, you should be the one who was sorry, you were a liar, but I stead of apologizing, you swallow the lump in your throat painfully, as you shut the door behind you, making your way home. You should have never agreed to watch over Peter Parker, nothing good would have come out of it, especially not for him.

You destroyed everything in your path, including him, and believing that for once, things would be different was stupid. You finally let everything go in the back seat of the car as you cried your heart out, “Where to?”

You sniffle, looking at the black window in front of you, “Just take me home.” you sigh.

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istgimamess · 6 years

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Label: yg entertainment

Stage name: Barbie

Debut year: 2014 (4yrs active)

Debut concept: sexy, dark, story driven, rap and dance heavy, hip hop/pop track!

Number of members: 1(solo artist)

Group name: you go by your stage name, Barbie!

Fandom name: bb's

Position: main dancer, vocal, rap and visual; basically everything (because you rock!)

Male bestie: Yukhei (NCT)

How you meet: you hurt eachother both physically and emotionally, and then laughed about it. Alot! It was a normal day, you had just returned from dance practice and you were kind of exhausted; so you weren't paying that much attention to your surroundings! And then, let's just say, you hit a wall. Literally! Knees buckling, foreheads banging, elbows stabbing eachother in the stomachs - you struggled to break free. "Oh my freakin- you broke my face!! My face is broken!! What the hell is your forehead made out of?!! Bricks?!" "Well, I wouldn't of had to break your face if you had just watched where you were going, you frat-boy looking douche!" There was a long pause, some intense eye contact and then you both were cracking up; red faced and both clutching your stomachs, you managed to introduce yourselves! You've been attached at the hip ever since! You both have 4D personalities and you both love to make people laugh! You're 100x more extra when you're with eachother! Like Bonnie and Clyde, Tom and Jerry - you have eachothers back but always tease eachother constantly! He quickly becomes one of your best friends! He also gets oddly really protective of you, in a funny way, and his band mates like to tease him to see his reaction! "Hmm, I think my girl crush would have to be Barbie! She's really sexy!" "...(delayed reaction) Wait, what!? (^..gif..^)..who just said that!?? I'll stab you in the eye with a fork!!.." Even though he uses humor to mask how much he dislikes other people talking about you, you know if it came down to it, he would genuinely put someone in their place for you! Your friendship is the sweetest! (*sob*.. my 4D son!)

Female bestie: Lisa (Black Pink)

How you meet: you meet through dance! You had started taking more and more dance classes and workshops after your debut and occasionally you would meet new people in those classes! Long story short, she "accidently" caught you off gaurd after practice one day and you might have turned around and kicked her in the shin in a desperate attempt to "defend" yourself. You apologized over and over again but she just wouldn't stop laughing and take your apology, "hahahahhahahahaha you call that self defense?! You looked like a rabid bunny...I'm sorry hahahhaha...I can't stop laughing...hahaha.." "HA! Hilarious. Laugh it up..." She ends up choking which makes you laugh hysterically, until both of you are just a mess of giggles. You quickly end up bonding over your love for dance and food! And it became kind of a game between you two, on who could sneak up and scare the other more: at award shows, at fan meets, at restaurants; any and everywhere you could possibly think of! You had gotten in couple of good scares, but she was still the reigning queen! Which, she always brags about! "Lisa, you're best friends with Barbie right!?" "Yeah! She's my bestie!" "I hear you like to sneak up and scare eachother! How do you usually do it?!" "Yeah! I get her everytime! Like this...(^.. gif..^).." She's such a fruitloop, but you love her!

Group bestie: NCT Dream

How you meet: it was one of the weirdest encounters you've had in your entire life, to be completely honest. One second you were picking out something to eat at the local 7-11 and then without warning you were surrounded by a pack of fetus looking thugs. "You barbie!?" "We've literally watched every single one of her music videos and all of her interviews. We know what she looks like, why would you ask such a stupid question!?" "I was just trying to act cool!" "Well that's your problem right there! You're a rapper not an actor!" "You want to fight me!?" "Oh look, Canada thinks he can throw down.." "Stop pushing his buttons, Haechan. But on a serious note, we've all seen pictures of her on Lucas' phone sooooo that definitely was a stupid question.." "I swear to go-" "Umm, sorry to interrupt but...what is happening!?" "We're your new best friends, we're here to replace Lucas. Nice to meet you!" "Ummm..I mean..okay, sure.." And just like that, your fate was sealed! (No joke, my brothers football team actually did this to me! Soooo yeah, this legit happened!) You end up not really minding though. They are super supportive, always cheering you on and hyping you up! It's kind of cute, they follow you around like little ducklings; always competing with Lucas for your attention and friendship. "Noona, Yukhei said you prefer atleast one of your bestfriends to be buff so..(^.. gif..^).." You love them!

Ship name: b-min, smiley couple

How you meet: you ran into him at an award show. Literally! You were too busy trying to watch out for Lisa! You knew she was obviously attending the award show, and you knew it was the perfect setting and opportunity for her to sneak up and scare you; so you weren't paying attention to anything! Until you were laying flat on the ground, another human being hovering over you. "Yikes, are you okay!?" "Oh my god! I'm soooo sorry!" You apologize profusely as he tries to help you stand. "It's no problem, I might be short but I'm sturdy- nope, I take that back, you're shorter.." With red cheeks and shaky hands you both stumbled awkwardly through your introductions and from then on, it was history! He ended up asking you out and you jumped at the gun to say yes; you've been together ever since. He really is a great boyfriend, always cuddling you, buying you flowers, taking you out to eat, supporting you. (I'm actually getting kind of jealous lmfao) He's whipped and his band mates tease him about it all the time! "And here we have Park Jimin not paying attention to the camera at all because he's too busy texting Barbie! What a shocker!....(^.. gif..^)..." You're total relationship goals!

Biggest fan: Wooseok (Pentagon) is probably your biggest fan! He's constantly listening to your music, watching your MV's, downloading your songs, watching your TV appearances and talking about you in interviews! "I'm a huge fan of Barbie-noona! She's really talented and she's such a good dancer! I would love to collab with her sometime in the future!" It's the cutest thing; he's such a big fan of everything you do and he's so loyal to your fandom, constantly calling himself a fellow bb! "Wooseok, quick question! Do you think there is anyone in the world that dances better than Barbie?!" "...(^..gif..^)..." It's adorable!

Scandal: it's not a secret that you're a dancing dancer who loves to dance, and it's definitely not a secret that EXO's Kim Jongin is one of the best dancers out there, in your opinion! (It's a total FACT!) So given that he's actually one of your closest friends, even an older brother at times; always willing to practice with you and give you advice! You use this to your benefit! Often! That's why dispatch has photographs of you and Jongin together on multiple nights! "New romance between Solo Artist Barbie and EXO's Kai?!" "Ken and Barbie?! More like Kai and Barbie! New hott couple alert!" You both end up laughing until you're curled up in a ball on the floor. "Really?! A Barbie and Ken joke!? That's what they're leading with?" "You're a bit too vertically challenged to be a Barbie, but honestly I'm killing it in the Ken department.." "Jongin, are you actually trying to fight me right now?!" It's really ridiculous!

Other activities: sure, you're a singer and a rapper but dancing is and always will be your number one! It's your passion, it's what you went to school for and it's what you live to do! So when yg suggests that you start trying to broaden your fan base with some type of variety show or competition like 'Hit the Stage' you freaked out! (Girllllllll, so would I!)You were so excited but also very nervous to showcase more of your dancing skills on such a big platform but it turned out to be one of the funnest experiences! You ended up feeling right at home amongst the other dancers, made some new friends, learned more about dance as a craft and even made some new fans! "It was just sooo fun! I was definitely nervous but I pulled though! I knew I had it in me!" "Ohhhh wow, so you're just not going to give me credit at all!? I mean, its not like I went through another dating scandal just to help you practice or anything, right?! How rude of you, midget." "Oh my god, Jongin, I swear I will push you down a flight of stairs..." It was awesome!

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@kbabie heyyyy sooooo yeahhh, thank you so much for your patience! I know it takes me hella long to do idol ships, because I kind of overdo it. But thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it! Please feel free to let me know what you think! 😅

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For those keeping count, today is Day 16 (that’s chemo doses), Radiation Treatment 10 (that finishes up week two on that calendar), and experimental infusion #3. Here’s a shocker; radiation is awful (we’ll get into details shortly), which is hardly news, but it’s worth saying, because there is a small contingent of Americans (mostly) who are gleefully looking forward to nuclear apocalypse, for reasons ranging from “I have a really cool bunker, and I want to know what humans taste like” to a very strange group of Christians who believe that Jesus will come back and nuke the planet (which doesn’t seem very Christ-like, but Apocalyptic Christianity is a very, very strange doctrine, which is why most Christians I know are somewhat doubtful). Before you push the nuclear button (or vote for someone who claims they’ll do it), I would urge you to get written, notarized guarantees of immunity from Jesus, because radiation is utterly miserable. Again, I’m in a waiting room with people whose faces are literally - not figuratively - falling off; and I’m getting - from what my doctors say - a relatively specific, mild-dosage of the stuff. And I’m still feeling wretched, so I’m pretty sure that exposure to weaponized radiation would be unimaginably awful. That is today’s Life Lesson.

I started today checking in at the lobby of the Cancer Center of the Large Hospital in Socal, which is like Freshman Registration; they tell you where to go, and when (even though I have a pretty good idea of where I need to be, and at what time, you do need someone to flag your arrival in the system, otherwise everyone will ignore you). I was flagged for having new insurance - regular readers will remember I called many, many, many people, and filled out assorted forms in order to guarantee continuity of care. I was assured by some billing demon that, if I provided them with all appropriate information prior to the New Year, they’d be able to figure it out. So, you can understand my consternation at some receptionist who said they were still processing my claims and/or insurance information.If you are involved in health administration in any capacity, the only - ONLY - acceptable response to a patient waiting for paperwork to clear is, “You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggas out and wait for the cavalry, which should be coming directly.”

This doubly-pissed me off, because the radiation folks somehow figured this out yesterday, in only a few hours, without any administrative staff (if I was middle-management in the medical system, I would be very, very worried that not-MBA-possessing nurses were capable of doing the job better than an entire billing department). I was mentally calling upon my Inner Sith Lord and reenacting Carthage (we’ll return to that thought momentarily) when Dad advised me to count to ten. Good news, the receptionist had me sign some sort of legal waiver that would enable them to retroactively bill insurance and/or sue me (or some combination of the two), and sent me on my merry way.

A brief aside; I’ve noticed, since Surgery #3, that my fight or flight impulse has dramatically shifted from “Skulk away glaring” to “Don’t be afraid to use your teeth.” I don’t know if that’s some sort of neurological effect, but it is getting 1000% better results than being good and hoping for some sort of karmic reward. I’m not going to discourage kindness or good behavior, and I’ll certainly do my best to foster those qualities in the future. At present, we live in a society where the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and you can not just wait and hope someone will take care of you. Or, that could just be the radiation turning me into the Hulk. Please, don’t take that as license to abuse the nurses or receptionists, but you’d be amazed at how well being ugly can cut through stupidity (I will also admit that I’ve had 16 years in the system, I’m pretty good at spotting the gristle in the steak).

There’s also a chance I had an angel on my shoulder for that incident; Research Coordinator told me later he’d heard about my insurance woes and made some calls on my behalf, and said I shouldn’t encounter any more insurance issues in the foreseeable future. Which is a victory for me. Then Research Coordinator hit me with a bomb; they want various samples once a week every week for a year (and the clock on that doesn’t even start until February), as well as experimental chemo drug infusions (and good old Temodar) every couple of weeks. Now, don’t get me wrong; if that’s what it takes to survive, I’ll do it, but that’s a massive commitment without any guarantee that it’ll work (Research Coordinator pointed out that Dr. A, who’s running the trial, got a PhD in glioblastoma treatment, which is probably why my Nocal Mad Scientist Oncologist referred me to him). And I guess it’s better to aggressively and constantly manage a disease, but it still smarts. And the medical team here is absolutely superb; I spent two days trying to get my pharmacy to renew one of my prescriptions (an antidepressant, to be exact); I made a note of it on the back of my hand to ask Dr. B (Dr. A’s research partner)(I’m beginning to suspect this man is some sort of dark trickster god, given his penchant for chaos and his warped sense of humor)(in other words, a kindred soul) about getting a renewal, since the pharmacy told me they were waiting for physician authorization. Dr. B didn’t originally prescribe me this medication, but, within minutes, he’d photographed the back of my hand (which had the medication and dosage on it)(I had it written down elsewhere, but I was hooked up to an IV, and had it written on my hand both as a reminder, and because I knew digging through my pockets for a Post-It wouldn’t be an option), and said I should call the pharmacy by the end of the day. Literally within four hours of that conversation, the pharmacy had my prescription ready. Which was something of a morale boost; since that’s the sort of competence and can-do attitude that will keep me alive.

Also, because life is a horrible march to death, my third-most-feared radiation symptom has showed up: hair loss. Fortunately for my sense of vanity, it’s not noticeable at the moment, and I’ve received wildly differing estimates on the severity, duration, and size of mange-patches to expect. If you read this, please don’t shave your head out of some sort of misguided solidarity or empathy (though I’m interested in any imaginative hat ideas anyone has); I appreciate the gesture, but I’d really rather you make a donation of some sort to a hospital or medical research group. Still, I’m up, coherent, capable of understanding how much trouble I’m in (again, it’s telling that my radiation oncologist double-checked that in our first meeting), and determined to find the punchline to what is the most horrible joke I’ve ever heard. So, I suppose that’s some sort of victory. Still, a year of Gatorade (”Drink of the Damned”) and mega-chemo hangovers.

Anyway… WEIGHT: 98 kg CONCENTRATION: Good. Maybe. It’s hard to tell on these all-day visits, because there’s constant noise, interruptions, forms, and discomfort. MEMORY: Very good. Again, I wasn’t really in a good setting to assess that. APPETITE: Not bad. I’m still eating, but not very much. I suspect that has little to do with the weird drugs, and more to do with drinking 17 gallons of Gatorade. ACTIVITY LEVEL: Not bad, but I also spent the vast majority of the day sitting or lying down. SLEEP QUALITY: Not bad; I slept most of last night, but not very well. COORDINATION/DEXTERITY: Good. I guess? Again, I spent most of today lying down or sitting, so I can’t really judge that. PHYSICAL: That nasty stiffness/fatigue I’ve learned to fear from the other injections is creeping into my neck and shoulders, so I’m sure I’ll be praying for death tomorrow morning. And I have a nasty headache at the suture site (Radiation Oncologist told me she’d be willing to prescribe decadron, but she also knows I hate that drug, and there’s no guarantee it’d do anything for inflammation at a surgical site, so I have a Tylenol salt-lick this evening). SIDE EFFECTS: I’m going bald. And I feel generally lousy.

#brain cancer #brain tumor #cancer

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Are we redundant?

Ohh, PBS – you are such a slut! Flashing that UFO booty in De Void’s face like Sally Rand’s ostrich feathers on the front end, as if you really liked me. Then you go and make me sit through an entire hour-long performance of what turned out to be an update of the same old G-rated middle-aged where’s-ET? ho-hum I’ve been enduring for 20 years now. And you never give me another jiggle of that UFO money-maker. Ohh, you are so lowdown.

By Billy Cox De Void 5-15-18

In case you missed it: “Are We Alone?” – the latest installment of PBS’ new “NOVA Wonders” series – really grabbed De Void by the eyeballs last week when it opened near the top with a clip of the now-famous F-18 “gimbal” video, the one that left experienced Navy fighter pilots so jazzed and openly baffled. Unfortunately, the sequence wasn’t the subject, just a segue. There was a but coming. There is always a but coming. “But,” wonders the narrator, “what’s the reality?” The reality is a formula, a formula we’ve seen more times than we can count. The “Are We Alone?” playbook goes something like this: Discuss ongoing and future NASA projects for detecting ET life elsewhere — check. A bit about how microscopic extremophiles thriving in acidic heat vents might mimic alien life on planetary moons — check. Celebrate SETI visionaries Jill Tarter and Seth Shostak — check. Blow off the UFO stuff with maybe a line or two — got it. The most unique thing about “Are We Alone?” was the timing. It aired last Wednesday, just hours after The Atlantic broke a story about a congressional committee attempting (in April) to funnel $10 million in NASA funds into the quote “search for technosignatures, such as radio transmissions.” It’s a big deal only in the sense that Congress hasn’t seen fit to toss SETI any bones in more than 20 years. $10 million isn’t a lot of money, barely enough to cover three (3) Bradley Fighting Vehicles. But “technosignatures” – that’s a pretty broad category, right? And what have the MSM been covering, albeit erratically, for the past five months or so: Navy pilot testimony, the F-18 footage, and real-time recordings among commercial pilots, air traffic controllers and the FAA concerning UFO incursions into American skyways. Why wouldn’t these qualify as technosignatures? Well, if you read The Atlantic piece – “Congress Is Quietly Nudging NASA to Look for Aliens” – you’d never know any of that stuff ever happened. The article focused exclusively on the “such as radio transmissions” clause, which set the tone for every last syllable of subsequent media parroting, from Fox News (“Alien Shocker”) to Fleet Street. Between the Atlantic spread and the publicity bounce from its prime-time PBS platform, SETI might’ve gotten more coverage in one news cycle than it has over the last couple of years combined. And that’s a pretty nifty trick, given how ostensibly enamored the media was of last December’s reveal about the Pentagon’s deeply buried UFO research program. What gave the news about the Defense Department’s Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program a special zing was its bipartisan initiation by three powerful senior U.S. Senators. Considering how AATIP commanded a $22 million expense account, or more than twice the proposed SETI funding, why wouldn’t a reporter with national resources leverage that precedent by asking House sponsors something like, “Hey, shouldn’t some of the focus be conducted in our own atmosphere, especially since the DoD’s Threat ID Program made it a priority?” Too bad The Atlantic didn’t go there. At least they found time to mention how one SETI enthusiast, GOP Rep. Lamar Smith of Texas, is a climate change denier. Anyhow, for whatever reason, it looks like Capitol Hill may be ready once again to invest in combing deep space for technosignatures. Even though, thanks to a paper published in February by scientists at the Sonneberg Observatory and the University of Hawaii’s physics and astronomy department, there may be a little less incentive to follow through now. They warned that ET radio messages could pose an “existential threat” to Earthlings. Conceding the odds are minimal, the authors nevertheless argue Earth can’t discount the possibility that ET’s first message to us could involve extortion. Earth mortals: Do XYZ or we’ll ABC. Or maybe the act of downloading ET’s promised recipe for curing cancer will unleash a worldwide computer virus. “Our main argument,” they write, “is that a message from ETI cannot be decontaminated with certainty … The technical risks are impossible to assess beforehand. We may only choose to destroy such a message, or take the risk. The risk for humanity may be small, but not zero.” “Hey, check this out. It’s been 1.2 million years but it looks like we finally got the callback signal from ET we’ve been waiting for.” “Too bad. Guess we oughtta go ahead and delete …” The last time astronomers went to Congress hat in hand, back in 2014, Shostak and SETI colleague Dan Werthimer ran into a bunch of committee fishheads who barely knew what SETI was. But the guests were challenged by at least one pol who was all too familiar with the pitch. “What’s intriguing about this conversation,” Rep. Donna Edwards, (D-MD), former Lockheed-Martin contractor for Goddard Space Flight Center, told them, “is the idea that – and it’s a lot of hubris, right? – somehow we’re waiting to find them as opposed to them finding us.” Science has never addressed Edwards’ skepticism in a meaningful, systematic way. Too bad she’s not in office anymore. She might ask for hearings. Meanwhile, thanks to a $100 million gift from Russian billionaire Yuri Milner, the SETI Institute forges ahead in its search for ET intelligence at a safe and manageable distance. With the recent assist from PBS, and the media’s corroding attention span, maybe SETI will find a way to keep searching forever and ever and ever. But. Who knows — maybe they received ET’s message awhile back and destroyed it for our own good.

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