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MCU- Morning Mayhem- Steve Rogers
 Today was just not Steve's day. Usually, he woke up at 5:00 am, brushed his teeth, went down to the kitchen on one of the many floors of the Avengers Tower to eat breakfast, and then go out for a run. Sometimes he'd just walk around the bustling city, watching as it came alive with the people who were bent on being the early bird. He'd be back about 6:30 when some of the other teammates were waking up, to have a shower and be on with the day.
  Today, however, Steve woke up 'on the wrong side of the bed' as Clint liked to say. Instead of the 5:00 am bird chirping morning wake up call, he'd received a loud banging on the door. Steve looked at the alarm clock he'd never really used and panicked a little when it read 7:17 am.
  "Come on Capsicle, we have a briefing in twenty!!" Steve inwardly groaned at the nickname Tony was so set on calling him, of course, he would never correct Tony, it was kind of growing on him. Though he would only ever admit that to his best friend, James Buchanan Barnes, more commonly known as Bucky to everyone on the Avengers team.
  "Alright, alright! I'm up, okay?!" Steve yelled back, though after the fact he realized that Tony was probably long gone; on his way to the conference room where the team would collect information for a mission.
  It was as if a brick had hit him in the face. Twenty minutes was the amount of time he had to have a shower, put on some clothes and be in the conference room, which was strategically placed on the other side of the tower a few floors down. Steve immediately ran into the bathroom, which was joined to his bedroom by a door.
  15 minutes later Steve was almost to the conference room when he bumped into Pietro- literally- who just so happened to be carrying some important files.
"Oh.. Oh no! I'm so sorry, I did not see you there, kid. Dear God, here, let me help you." Steve babbled in his gentlemanly manner. Â Being born sometime in the late 1910s, he had learned life a whole different way than the team. Save for Bucky who was a fellow soldier in the second world war. Both Steve and Bucky had been fighting against the Nazis and their classified science branch; HYDRA. Where the two young adults went through a series of events that lead them to become super soldiers in the modern day and age.
  "Oh no, it's fine. I got it. Thank you, Captain." He paused "Wait... Shouldn't you be in the meeting by now? You're usually the first one there." Pietro said. His words were easy to follow, even though he spoke quite quickly and had a soothing Russian accent.
"Yeah, I guess I slept in. Which is odd... With the serum, I only need a couple hours of sleep.." Steve replied. The latter of the information more to himself than his company.
  "I don't know anything really about that. Ask Dr. Bruce.. Or Tony. They are smart people." The speedster replied.
"Yeah, I guess I'll have to check in with them after. Sorry about making you drop those uh... folders." Steve stumbled out, his whole face turned cherry red with embarrassment.
"It's alright, Captain. You didn't mean it. I have to grab a couple other things for Tony and Natasha. I'll see you at the briefing!" Pietro called over his shoulder.
Steve waved a farewell to the silver-haired teen and checked his watch; 7:25. He had 3 minutes to get to the too small room for an entire gang of grumpy, probably sleep deprived and armed and deadly when provoked agents of SH.E.I.L.D.Â
âWell, off I go then,â Steve mumbled sheepishly, already regretting having to run into a meeting late and unorganized. âHere goes nothing.â
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What do yo do when someone keeps asking for a picture?
And this picture has to be of a specific body part.
We havenât even gone on a date and he keeps asking for one and when I donât give it to him, he says stuff that makes me feel like an idiot.
What do I do?
DROP HIM, YOU BEAUTIFUL INDEPENDENT SELF SERVING QUEEN!!
also like seriously tho tell him all that you want to say. Tell him off. Tell him no means no and that you are not comfortable at all with what he wants~!!!
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Pairings: Jensen x Danneel; Jensen x Reader
Premise: Jensenâs wife passed away unexpectedly. This is the story about how he rebuilds his life with the help of the reader.
Side Note:Â This is purely fiction that my mind came up with when I was feeling particularly angsty. I wonât accept any Danneel hate below. I am completely wife positive. These are just characters loosely based on the real humans.
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srsly tho this is absolutely a thing that dudes do all the f***ing time
like where if he knows a girl doesnât necessarily want to give him a hug, he will trap her in this position in front of witnesses where she has 2 options- both of which are undesirable for her, while simultaneously desirable for him
if she doesnât want to hug him, whatever she does, it will suck for her.
she can 1. say nah and be the fucking asshole in front of other ppl or 2. forsake her corporeal boundaries and allow unwanted intimate contact
itâs a f***ing trap
F***ing hate dudes forreal.
too many f***ing times ugh
Story time. One day I was on the MAX (basically a giant street car that goes all over the metro area) on my way to meet up with a few friends. I didnât look at anyone, I didnât speak to anyone, I just stood to the side on my phone making sure I wasnât going to be late to my meeting. Out of no where, this guy comes up to me and starts to chat me up. Me, being who I am, am absolutely terrified to tell this guy to f*** off. He was at least half a foot taller than me, and was way too bulky for me to fight back. So I suck it up at humor him, say hello. Before introducing himself or asking me for my name, he asks me out on a date. Not wanting to piss him off I try to make light of the situation and I laugh, telling him that my boyfriend wouldnât like the idea, but thank you for the offer. He just shrugs and says, âHe doesnât need to know.â At this point Iâm scared out of my mind. Thereâs this guy who, after seeing me run two blocks to catch the train, comes up to me and has made it perfectly clear that he wasnât going to leave without getting something out of me. I deny him a second time, saying, âI donât even know youâre name. Weâre strangers, I donât know you.â He finally introduces himself and asks me for my phone number. I tell him I donât give my number out to people Iâve just met and he says, âFine, but at least take mine so we can meet up later.â So he watches me plug his number into my phone (which I deleted as soon as I knew I was safe and away from him) as weâre pulling up to my stop. I tell him I need to leave and switch trains and he tells me, âOh, Iâll wait with you. I donât have any plans, so Iâm in no rush.â Itâs important to note what at this point he had previously told me that he was late to a job interview, but he has all the time in the world because he still hasnât gotten what he wanted from me; a yes. I get off of the train and he follows me, and waits at the platform with me for over ten minutes until my train arrives, asking me all sorts of personal questions about where I live and where I was going that day. As soon as the train pulls up he grabs for me and says, âDo I at least get a hug before you go?â I was terrified. I was embarrassed. This dude, who before even asking me for my name asks me out on a date and then continues to harass me after I tell him I have a boyfriend, asks me for a hug only fifteen minutes after meeting. People around us were staring at me, as if I was being rude for denying him, and every inch of me was mortified. I wanted to run, but I felt like if I had done that he would have chased after me and things would have gotten worse. So I did, and he squeezed me so tight I felt like I was going to burst. It took me a good ten seconds to get him to let go and I ran to the train car just as the doors were closing. He was trying to get me to miss my train so I would have to wait with him even longer. I would have been stuck there for over a half an hour until the next train came by, and the platform (aside from the few buses coming by) was now COMPLETELY EMPTY. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and he knew EXACTLY how to get me alone with him. People, if you are in a situation like this do not feel obligated to give in. If someone is making you uncomfortable and asks to touch you in any way, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SAY YES. Make excuses, be blunt, just straight up say ânoâ. If possible, go to someone else near by who you think can help you and ask them to help you. Itâs important for guys to learn that they canât get what they want just by asking over and over again. I got lucky. But not everyone does. Please, everyone, Be Safe.
SECOND STORY TIME
So I was on the transit bus alone one time. This was my first time riding, and so already I was PETRIFIED. I sit down, pull out my ipod, and begin to play some games. This guy sits down next to me, and begins trying to have a conversation. I donât really respond, I donât even look at him, just give half-hearted âmhmâs and âohâs, as I donât want to be rude if he was just striking up a friendly conversation. He then asks me on a date.
Now, as I stated before, I already was absolutely petrified. My heart stopped and I didnât know how to answer. So I just didnât. He didnât let up and I could feel his eyes on me. I quietly stammer out a âno thanksâ and my stop HAPPENS to be coming up, so I pull the string thing to let the driver know I want to stop there, and once we stop and the doors open I get up and he asks me, âWell, can I at least have a hug before you go if you wonât go on a date with me?âÂ
This makes me break. There are now people staring, as we are the only people standing up and not getting off⌠So I just start crying. Hell, I am bawling almost instantly. He looks so fucking freaked out and people are now getting up to come over and comfort me/question him. I donât stop crying, and he keeps trying to comfort me by touching me, and people are yelling at him for that.Â
AND THEN. AND. FUCKING. THEN. THE GOD DAMN BUS DRIVER. A VERY EASILY 6 FOOT BURLY MAN. COMES OVER TO US. PULLS THE GUY AWAY. AND KNEELS DOWN. HE THEN ASKS, IN THE MOST CALM VOICE, âDid you request the stop?â I very slowly and shakily nod, as I am still crying my eyes out. He then asks, âDo you want to get off?â I give a quiet âmhmâ and nod once again, and he offers me his hand. I take it, he stands up, and he escorts me off the bus. He asks me questions such as where I was going next, if I was going to meet someone shortly, if I was going to transfer buses from there. He was very polite and waited for me to answer the entire time, and my friend (who I was going to be meeting there) showed up. He asked me if this was someone I knew, I said yes, and he said alright, have a good day. He then told me- and this is something stuck in my mind forever, so it is word for word-
âIf some guy EVER starts harassing you like that again, do exactly what you did there. Cry. Cry and scream and have a temper tantrum. Not only will it throw him off, but it will get others to notice. They might not interfere, they might, but you will have gotten their attention and if you happen to go missing the next day the search for you will be a hell of a lot easier because everyone in that location will have seen you screaming and crying with a guy now very awkward with his actions. They will know. That is what my daughter did, and three days after she went missing she was back in my arms. I pray for you and every other person like you who has this done. You stay safe now, okay?â And after I began blubbering again, I nodded and he left.
So this is the second lesson for yall. If you can not have the courage to say no or make an excuse, cry. Let out those sobs and tears and cry your heart out. Because it is going to make people notice and make people aware.
Reblogging for that second story. This might save a life.
I just wanna note that bus drivers can be really amazing and good ones do look out for their riders.
Also, as an additional tip (in case you cannot cry on command or such), you can say, âNo, because youâre creepy/creeping me outâ and if he persists or tries to laugh it off, say âI do not want to be touchedâ and look at one of the strangers/persons that is watching.
It: 1. Gives them a sense of urgency in the situation, as the eye contact is a way to make them feel as though you are personally asking for their help and it is now their obligation to help. 2. Contains words so that if youâre in a public place but people arenât necessarily watching, then they (as natural evesdroppers) can overhear the attention-grabbing words and then notice the situation. Note, this does NOT mean that they will come for help, but you might be able to look someone in the eye (as previously mentioned) or just get some peopleâs attention. 3. It shows that you have fight in you. As with rapists, those who are physically aggressive (ie. these huggers) choose women they see as an easy target. The moment you show them you are going/willing to fight them, they are less likely to continue. Sadly, this is not always the case, but every little bit helps.
Hopes this also helps, guys, and Iâm so sad that this has to even be a post we need.
Dudes who follow me: 1) reblog this 2) donât be the creepy guy who asks random women for hugs 3) be aware of your friends or random creepy dudes and call them out if they act gross towards girls/womem
Ok, I wasnât going to comment about this, because there was no way of doing it without talking about a part of my life I really didnât want to. But fuck that, there be young girls out there who need a hand.
So I used to be hot when I was young. I mean, model hot, because I actually used to model. Even now, Iâve let myself go on purpose because I was tired of the harassment. But I fit a UK size 6 with a pert ass from volleyball and a cup c breast. As you can imagine, I couldnât wear anything or go ANYWHERE without being harassed. I sometimes even happened in church.
Anyway, Iâm not a shrinking lily, and when I get angry enough I can do some crazy shit. So here are some of my coping mechanisms:
1) find a matronly looking lady, run up to her with âaunt may! I havenât seen you in ages! â then whisper âplease help heâs harassing me!â. 99.9 times out of 100, she will be scandalised and help you anyway even if sheâs annoyed or in a hurry. If no older lady is available, find a younger one, or a nun, or a trans lady. We of the sisterhood know what it is to be harnessed, and I guarantee if you look frightened enough, they will help.
2) If you are out alone at night, and someone is following you, spot a house or apartment where the lights are on and knock, asking âmumâ or âdadâ or âjohnâ to let you in. Even if the people inside are annoyed, odds are they wonât turn you away, and you can phone someone to pick you up, or phone the police from a safe space
3) Make noise. Cry and scream loudly, call them out âi donât know you and you are terrifying me! Please get away from me!â if there are people around. Even if they donât help directly for fear of their own safety, someone around you is calling security or 911.
4) speak a foreign language. If you know it, speak the language to them fast and incessantly, like you have just met someone you knew and youâre just giving the best performance rant of why your OTP is the best OTP. Make yourself ANNOYING. Think about what would be awkward and annoying to you and make it what you do to them. If you make them think YOU are something to get away from they will leave you in peace.
Now beware, the following ones are the CRAZY ones and may not always work. But they are a valid last resort:
5) stare at them. Stare at them like youâre hungry and they are a hapless deer youâre going to tear to pieces. Like yours the girl from the ring emerging from the TV to kill them. Donât smile, donât change your expression. DONâT BLINK. Hold their state like youâre Wednesday Adams about to do unspeakable things to a spider, and they are the spider. Even the most courageous of stalkers balk at this, but if they donâtâŚ
6) Use the Hannibal Lector. After staring at them for and extended period of time (imagine all the things that have made you scared, imagine you could get revenge on them for putting you here, thatâs the thought you need to have), if they are getting closer to you, whisper something like âi would fry your liver in garlicâ. Even the hardiest ones will be taken aback, but keep it up while making sure you donât let the others hear you. Things like, occult star readings requiring blood, wondering whether he is the offering the spirits sent. If youâre on this site youâve read some weird shit at least once. Tell him that. Tell him you would like him to meet your lord, Vlad the Impaler, who requires much blood to be appeased. Be a stereotypical âcrazy bitchâ like they see in the movies. Believe it or not, this has worked for me twice.
Above all, banish the notion that you have to be polite.
They were impolite by approaching you. If you can, ignore them. If you are not alone, pointedly put headphones in your ear, and donât make eye contact, wait for them to realise that âyoure a bitch anywayâ and move away. If you are alone, evade and find places and ways to fix that as soon as POSSIBLE.
And if all else fails, summon Satan.
Something I have learned at work:
Never underestimate the power of a good âEXCUSE me????â
Legit. It makes people STOP IN THEIR TRACKS. This is the one I whip out when people start swearing at me over the headset and always, without fail, they stop what theyâre saying, shocked.
Go for offended, and go for loud. Not yelling loud, but giving-your-best-presentation loud. âEXCUSE me??? You approached me two minutes ago, I donât even know your name, and you want WHAT? Creep.â
For one, the presentation will shock them. For another, that indignant tone? EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS GOING TO WANT TO LISTEN TO THIS JUICY SHIT.
Now the second key here is, DONâT LET HIM JADE (justify, argue, defend, explain). He smiles and goes âI just wantedââ FUCKING INTERRUPT HIM. Firmly. Irritably. âI heard what you wanted, and Iâve already declined once. Maybe you should go back to kindergarten where they teach you no means no.â Run right over the fucker. Heâs not respecting your words, you donât need to respect his.
A further note: if youâre an iPhone user, you can use Siri to call 911. (I know Android has a similar function, but I donât know what it isâplay with your AI and find out.) If youâre in a secluded area, this works well; I used to walk home from work at 2am and had to do it twice. Make eye contact with your harasser, activate Siri, and loudly, firmly say âSiri, call 911.â Siri will immediately reply âcalling emergency services.â (It actually takes five seconds to activate, but thereâs a Call Now button if you need it.) Almost ALWAYS the person harassing you would rather take off than wait for you to get a dispatcher on the line.
As they say on the podcast, My Favorite Murder:
Fuck Politeness.
EVERYBODY SHOULD REBLOG THIS.
This could save someoneâs life.
One more thing Iâd like to add is that I carry pepper spray with me whenever I leave the house just in case I need it as a very last resource for self defense. If none of the above works, pull it out and threaten to spray them.
