Battle For The Net Has Secured Commitments From 50 Senators. One More And We Can Take This Fight To The

Are you writing a cold shoulder part 2 because it's amazing omg

Yes I am and thank you so much!

Hello Everyone!

I hope you're all enjoying yourselves and doing well! I just wanted to gently remind all of you that I still do Drabbles/Gif Imagines and I've wanted to try out Text Imagines! I haven't done Drabbles in a while and I haven't gotten the chance to try text imagines so I'm excited for those! Anywho, I love and appreciate each and every single one of you!!!

Totally a Tie

One-Shot: Can I have a Harley Quinn One-Shot when we wreak havoc on Gotham City? Announcements: Sorry if it’s a little short but I still hope you all enjoy! Warnings: Violence and explosions. General chaos

Screams and gunfire echoed through the night. You were panting heavily, not with fear, but with excitement. Harley cackled beside you as she shot out a window, watching the glass fall down like razor sharp snow. She looked over at you and smiled, you smiled back. The plan was simple, have as much fun and cause as much chaos as possible before Bat and Brats showed up.

Harley grabbed your hand and ducked inside a building, “Ooh,” you said, “Where we goin’ now?”

She looked back, “To the rooftop, to see our masterpiece, puddin’.”

And what a masterpiece it was. Shattered glass littered the streets, fire danced freely throughout the buildings of Gotham, the screams of terror sounded like music without rhythm or rhyme. You closed your eyes and listened. You heard Harley ‘Ooh-ing’ and 'Ahh-ing’ and the work the two of you had done that night.

You nudged her shoulder to get her attention, “I bet I can throw a grenade farther than you can.”

She grabbed one from off her belt with a competitive glint in her eyes, “Bring it on!”

You grabbed one as well, “Together?”

Harley rolled her shoulders, getting warmed up, “On three, puddin’.”

You pulled the pins, “One… Two… Three!”

You chucked it out as hard as you could and grabbed Harley’s hand, waiting for the familiar boom.

They went off at the exact same time, one creating a crater in a roof and the other toppling a billboard. The two of you laughed and whooped at the intoxicating sight of the destruction you had just caused.

“Well,” you said, “I think it was a tie.”

“You’re just sayin’ that cause you lost.”

“Nooope. A tie. This was a tie through and through.”

She chuckled, “Whatever lets you sleep at night.”

The two of you sat for another moment, again taking time to admire your destructive masterpiece. You sighed and grabbed Harley’s hand this time.

“What do you want to do next?”

“Hmm,” she thought, “How about a movie?”

“Sounds fun! We can even get candy and a soda, I’m kind of hungry.”

“Me too! Wreakin’ havoc sure does work up an appetite.”

The two of you laughed and made your way off the roof and back onto the burning street.

All throughout the movie, you still told yourself it was a tie.

Why Isn’t Tumblr Freaking Out?!?!

Guys. Article 13 just got passed.

Article 13 just got passed.

Article 13 just got passed!!!!

Article 13 just got passed.

Article 13 just got passed.

Article 13 just got passed!

Article 13 just got passed.

Article 13 just got passed.

I don’t know if I’ve said it enough. So…

ARTICLE 13 JUST GOT PASSED!!!!

I have been on tumblr all morning and haven’t seen one post about it yet! I don’t understand how!

ARTICLE 13 JUST GOT PASSED!!!!

It was a 438 to 226 fucking landslide vote too. (https://www.theverge.com/2018/9/12/17849868/eu-internet-copyright-reform-article-11-13-approved)

They’re voting on it one last time in January 2019, but that’s barely any time to change anything!!!!

You still have time to call your MEPs so PLEASE!!! Do so.

If you’re outside of the EU, sign this petition: https://www.change.org/p/axel-voss-save-the-internet-reject-article-13-and-11?recruiter=839558037&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink&utm_campaign=share_petition

If you don’t know what this means, it’s basically then end of how the internet currently is in Europe. Memes? Nope. Youtubers? Bye!

You’d need a license for everything!!!!

And my fellow Americans my be all like, well, what’s the big deal for us? It’s a Europe deal.

No, because the Youtubers there that you love so much? This effects them too! I’m freaking out because Jack, the person who helps my depression go away, may no longer be able to do what he does!

Guys, we need to stop this somehow. Please.

Call your MEPs. Sign petitions. Protest (Peacefully please. Don’t get hurt).

I’m sorry for tagging you guys if you don’t want to be or already know, I just want as many people to know as possible!

I can’t tag everyone, but if you see this, please reblog it. Spread the news. Sign the petition. Call your MEPs. Do what you can to help stop this from passing in January.

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Can I have a birthday imagine?

Of course!

Heal

One-Shot request: can you do a one shot where you have healing powers but you can’t Heal yourself? and then one of the avengers gets really injured so you have to use all your powers on them to save their life and you almost die but the rest of them nurse you back to health? sorry if that didn’t make sense haha Announcements: I hope you guys enjoy! Warnings: Near death experience Word Count: 833 When will the bad guys ever learn?

Hopefully soon because this was getting annoying. And tiring, you hadn’t slept all that much in the past week and neither had the rest of your team, the Avengers. Although, you thought you had more of the right to complain than the rest of them. Your ability to heal others had you constantly on your toes and healing broken bones, cuts, and any other major injury you could think of. It was a sad fact that you couldn’t heal yourself which meant that you had plenty of cuts and bruises yourself that would take time to go away. You complained silently to yourself about the unfairness of it all as you dodged bullets and hid behind the corner. SHEILD had intercepted a transmission a week earlier detailing a major weapons deal for HYDRA going on in Cairo. And, of course, even with Tony asking the HYDRA agents nicely to put their guns down, they didn’t, and instead decided to start pointing them at your faces. And so you played the role of battle field nurse, dealing out a few good punches of your own. But you could feel it, the old familiar fatigue of using your gift too much, draining you slowly. But you fought through it as usual, making your way to Steve whose side was bleeding slightly from being grazed by one of the many stray bullets flying throughout the room. But, then, out of the corner of your eye you saw it. One of the agents had pulled out the weapon intended for sale, a hand-held laser canon or something, and pointed it at Clint’s back. You, Tony, and Natasha had seen the exact same thing and simultaneously dove for the exposed Avenger but were all too late. The laser ripped through his body as if it were nothing. You stood there for a second, just staring, but snapped back into focus and ran for Clint, who was lying still on the floor. Other things around you were drowned out, you faintly registered Natasha taking the shooter down, and the rest of the Avengers ending the fight, as you checked for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. Breathing out a sigh of relief your hands started to glow with the usual warm, soft light as you began using your gift on Clint. Soon, however, your vision started to fade, the blackness tugging on your consciousness, but still you pushed. This injury wasn’t like anything you’ve done before, and it was still too critical to stop going. The gash on Clint’s stomach slowly began to close, but you didn’t get to see the end result, as you fell backwards, embracing the sweet, sweet grips of unconsciousness. —- You opened your eyes slightly, but the light hurt of the room hurt too much so instead you listened, “Y/Ns going to be fine, none of this is your fault, Clint,” you wanted to say something but soon fell back asleep. Clint was still healing and in the hospital bed next to yours, which you found out very quickly was a bad idea. He was a talker, a very, very big talker, most of the talking was him saying sorry about you being in the hospital even after the multiple times of you saying it wasn’t his fault. Eventually he relaxed and soon he was released from the restraints of his bed and left you to be the only one in a hospital gown. Over the next week the rest of the Avengers came in and out, bringing gifts and real food. Natasha and Tony talked with you about the latest gossip, Steve brought you hot chicken soup, Bruce brought you new books, Thor told stories about Asgard, and Clint watched television with you. All in all it was a nice week of recovering. —- A few days later and it was your last day in the hospital, and you were thankful, but it was almost hard to leave. Over the week you had the chance to catch up on your rest. It was also nice to have someone heal you for once. You were about to put your actual clothes on when Steve entered the room. “Hey, Y/N. It’s just that, well, Loki is back in town and he’s causing a bit of havoc downtown and we were wondering if you were feeling up to a fight. If not that’s ok but we could use the help.” You looked longingly at the bed but nodded your head, “Yeah. Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you guys downtown.” You went to the drawer and grabbed your clothes, “Just, don’t any of you go getting hurt while I’m not there.” “Sounds good, see you then,” and with that Steve left the room. With one last glance at the bed you sighed and changed. You tried to complain a bit less this time.

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Can you do a Olsen one for Jurassic World?

Yes I can!

Grounded

One-Shot: Is it ok to request a one shot based off an existing imagine (secretly dating Zach and having your father Owen find out)? Thank you, great blog :) Announecements: I realize I am a bad person and I’m so sorry for not posting for so long again. But I love you all my precious peoples! Please enjoy :-) Warnings: None

“Alright Y/N, I’m heading out to work, try not to die while I’m out!”

You chuckled to yourself and shouted back down the hall, “No promises! Bye dad!”

You paused and listened, hearing the front door shut and your dad, Owen, start up his old motorcycle and leave. You hurried, got showered, dressed, and put your shoes on before making your way out of the Bungalow. Grabbing your bike you started to make your way to the docks.

Before you had come to the island you had met Zach and one thing led to another and boom, relationship. It had been a struggle ever since your father had gotten his really super cool job at Jurassic World and had to move to the island but miraculously, the both of you had stayed in contact. But, because your father was so protective, there really was no choice but to keep the relationship a secret. You pushed back the slight sadness of having to lie to your dad as you started thinking about today. Today was the day that Zach and his little brother, Gray, were coming to Jurassic World for a vacation and to visit their Aunt Claire. To be honest, this was the greatest coincidence ever. You stashed your bike at the usual place and walked into the bustling crowed of vacationing families, looking back and forth for the other teenagers.

Finally, you saw the disgruntled looking face of your boyfriend and the happy face of his brother, “Hey guys! Over here.”

Their heads snapped up and over to your position, immediately both of them started to smile.

“Y/N!” Zach said, walking up and hugging you.

Wow, you thought, this is your first hug from him in a long while. You forced yourself from him in fear that you would just stay there forever and placed your hands on your hips.

“C'mon,” you said, smiling, “I’ll show you to the hotel and then we can get you some VIP passes. Courtesy of my boss, your awesome aunt.”

The two boys shared a glance and turn their attention back to you.

“It’s really nice to actually see your face and not through a computer screen, Y/N,” Zach said, “Ive missed you so much.”

You softly pecked him on the cheek and then looked him in his soft, warm eyes, “I’ve really missed you too. And hey! Now we have a whole bunch of time to spend together! At least the days my dad is at work which is most of the time so-”

“Wait,” Zach interrupted, “I thought that you had told your dad.”

You grinned guiltily, “It might have slipped… ok, I didn’t tell him. But it’s not because I’m ashamed of you or anything! It’s just that, well, if he found out I really don’t know how he’d react.” You looked down at your shoes, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to have to lie to your dad, you should tell him at some point.”

“I know, I know, and I will, ok? Maybe once you’re safely off the island and a couple hundred miles out.”

He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, “Sounds good.”

You chuckled and turned your attention over to Gray, who had, for some odd, unknown reason, lost interest in the date talk.

“You ready to go see some dinosaurs?”

The smaller boy perked up instantly, “Finally! Now c'mon! We’re wasting daylight,” and with that, he began to jog ahead of you.

“He just sucks the energy right out of ya and uses it for his own purposes, doesn’t he?” Zach asked.

You laughed again, “C'mon, grumpy Gus,” And began pulling him in the direction of the hyper-active child.

—-

It was around the time after the T-Rex exhibit, that Gray finally asked, “Hey, Y/N?”

You looked over at him, “Yeah?”

“What does your dad do on the island?”

You shrugged a little bit, faking boredom, “Oh, y'know, he just trains a pack of wild Velociraptors, the normal stuff, I guess,” You smiled when you saw his face light up with wonder.

“Ooh, really? Can we go see them?”

Your smile dropped a bit, “Oh, um, I don’t know if…” you trailed off as you saw that look of excitement drop off his face, it broke your heart. No kid needs to have their dreams snuffed out, even if they involved sneaking around your fathers workplace with your contraband boyfriend.

“I don’t know if I can wait! Lets go,” you finally said, after sighing.

Zach looked over at you with a surprised look on his face, expecting you to say something different, “Are you sure? I thought that your dad didn’t know about us, really, we don’t have to go.”

You looked over at him with a nervous smile, “Ahh, what the heck? We’ll just need to do a bit of sneaking, and if we get caught then I’ll just say I’m giving you guys a private tour cause you’re the boss’ nephews. I’m sure everything will go ok.”

—-

The three of you stood just towards the edge of the jungle before the gigantic clearing the held the large arena for the Raptor training.

“Ok,” you said, and began pointing out specific places, “We’ll just run over behind that crate over there, and then over to that little alcove just over there and wait there for a little bit until they start doing something with the Raptors, got it?” After seeing them nod you continued, “Remember, if anyone asks who you are, you’re with me, alright? Alright, lets go,” and took off towards the crate.

Once the boys got there you looked around again and dashed off towards the ground level viewing area, and stepped to the side to catch your breath. The boys got there and only moments later you heard the familiar sound of the big gates sliding open and the sound of a pig’s squealing becoming louder.

You motioned them to crouch down, “Ooh, hey, its about to start. C'mon!”

The three of of you watched in awe as the four, sleek, reptilian bodies came into view, their lethality showing in their movements. Gray had his mouth wide open, and even Zach looked slightly excited.

“And we’re moving!” You looked up, squinting against the harsh sun, and smiled.

Your father started walking across the cat-walk, clicking the little think in his hand and speaking to the pack of Velociraptors.

Finally, after about a minute, “And, go!”

You smiled wider, “Go dad!” you whispered under your breath.

“That was awes-” Gray began.

“Shhh!” Zach and you hissed at the same time.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

You glanced around quickly and stood up, “Ok guys, time to go, lets hur-”

“Who are you? You’re not supposed to be- Y/N? What are you doing here? And who are you two?”

You froze and tensed up, “Hey, dad.”

Standing up fully you turned around and grimaced, “Um these two are, um, Claire’s’ nephews. She was wondering if I could, take, them… on… a private-”

“I don’t care if the president wanted you to take someone on a private tour. You know you’re not supposed to be here without my permission and someone to supervise you!”

He turned to Zach and Gray, looking sternly at the both of them, “Now the three of you need to leave right now, got it?”

The two of them shook their heads quickly while you sighed and looked down.

“Now, who are the two of you again?” He asked.

You started answering for them, but was cut off, by a terrified Zach, “I’m a boyfriend- I mean, their boyfriend, I mean, no, I’m not, oh god just shut up, I-”

You looked at him in disbelief, mouth slightly ajar.

“Excuse me?” Owen asked quietly, “What did you just say. Cause it sounded like you just said-”

“He’s my boyfriend, dad, and, it’s been going on for a couple months now and I just didn’t tell you because I knew you would over-react and… I’m sorry.”

You swear you could see the man’s eye twitch, “Wha- I just- why would you- I- Wow.”

You started to worry, you thought that he was maybe having a stroke or a heart attack, or something, “I’m sorry, dad, but I love him and I didn’t know what to do.”

Your father said what you were thinking at the exact same time you thought it.

“You’re grounded.”

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