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hiddlesbummmm · 12 days

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Wow! It has been ages since i have posted a fic. I hope you all enjoy! It feels so wonderful and refreshing to write again❤️❤️

Warnings: SFW tickle fic. Some profanity and brief mention of sexual harassment. (Nothing explicit)

Words: 3655 Ler Loki X Lee Female reader.

Be A Man

You absolutely hated him.

You could not stand his attitude, his mischievous, his self-righteous aura. All you could think about right now was strangling this man. Maybe kicking his ass a time or two as well.

Okay, okay. You were being a little dramatic. You didn’t actually hate him. In fact, he was your best friend, who sometimes got on your nerves, but you still cared for him and loved him.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, noticing your face was red with frustration. You reached down and turned on the sink, splashing some ice water on your face to help cool your jets a little. Making eye contact with yourself again, you rubbed the sore spot on your cheekbone that was starting to bruise. It was not completely his fault, missions don’t always go to plan. You knew it was unfair to place all the blame on his shoulders, but you were still a little pissed that your partner didn’t know how to shut his mouth sometimes.

You and Loki were an interesting pair. Loki was known to be sneaky, mysterious, a little high and mighty, and sometimes a stubborn brat. Now, you knew him deeper than that and knew he was more complex and actually a caring being, but to the outside world this is how he was viewed.

You, on the other hand, were known to be bubbly, kind, outgoing, and maybe a little stubborn, but only on very specific topics. This was why you were completely shocked to hear you and Loki would be partners.

Before your partnership began, you knew very little about who this demigod was. Of course, you knew his history and where he was from, but you did not have the chance to converse with him besides polite greetings when in the kitchen or passing each other in the hallway.

One day, you received an email from SHIELD informing you that Loki was to be your assigned field partner for an extended period. You were used to working solo, but apparently, the higher-ups decided you needed someone to work alongside you, probably some new OSHA requirement or a bureaucratic policy.

Surprisingly enough, you and Loki were an amazing team. You both were stealthy, intelligent, and perceptive.That is why you were so pissed about your current mission and why you “hated” your partner.

Stationed in Greece, you and Loki were surveilling an art museum. Rumor had it that the owner was producing counterfeit artwork and selling it. Of course, this wasn’t a typical thing for SHIELD to address, but it was a critical mission because your intel mentioned the counterfeit artwork had nanotechnology hidden in the canvas backs. This particular type of nanotech in the wrong hands would be detrimental.

The mission went by flawlessly. You and Loki were disguised as a rich couple from Italy, and together you perused the art studio pretending to admire the artwork. The plan was for you to cause a diversion so Loki could scan some of the artwork with a piece of technology Tony Stark curated. The scanner was not easily hidden, so it was best if the security personnel were distracted.

Loki removed his arm from around your waist, chastely kissing you on your temple.

“I will be right across the room love. There is some fine artwork I wish to analyze, although none of this is as fine as you dear”. Loki purred, but loud enough for those around to hear.

Oh, he was good. To others in the room, you looked like hopeless romantics. Little did they know the truth.

You nodded and fought off a blush as you confirmed this was your cue to distract the security guards. Loki headed toward the back of the room while you walked over to the floor host. You had clocked it earlier that anyone who approached the host, immediately gained the attention of all the security guards, at least for a couple minutes until they deemed it safe.

“Oh excuse me, kind sir, I was wondering if you could explain the history behind this item. My husband and I are very interested in this piece”.

The host looked at you skeptically, probably because of your youthful look.

“Oh, did I mention we will be paying cash?” You opened up your purse so the man could see you weren’t bluffing.

Immediately after eyeing the cash, the man changed his demeanor.

“Of course Miss. I would be delighted to discuss this with you.” You flashed the man a dainty smile and slowly walked over to a painting in the far corner of the room.

Pretending to be highly interested in what the man was saying, you nodded and smiled intently at his every word. After what felt like a lifetime, you felt Loki snake his hands around your waist again.

“Now darling. I thought we discussed this before. The color of this painting will clash with our interior design. Perhaps we should return tomorrow and think this over before we make any decisions?”

You pretended to look upset, pouting slightly as you begrudgingly answered him.

“Yes dear. You are quite right, like always”.

Loki smiled and nonchalantly squeezed your side. You were not expecting the ticklish sensation, so you jumped back slightly and coughed to suppress your giggle.

Loki raised his eyebrows and smirked at you. Great, just what you needed! The God of Mischief knowing your little ticklish secret.

You glared back at Loki as to say “Don’t you dare think about it”. The host, who was still standing by you two, chuckled nervously and thanked you for your time. Taking that as your cue to exit the studio, you and Loki headed out.

This is when things went wrong. As you left the building, Loki still had his arm wrapped around your waist, unmoving, but you could sense the threat that loomed over you.

“Loki I swear, you even think about it and I will—“

“DAMN! Now that is a fine-looking ass if I ever saw one. Got to get me some of dat!”

You and Loki immediately turned to see a very drunk individual giving your body a look. You rolled your eyes.

Men.

You knew you had a nice body, and had been catcalled before. If you hadn’t been on a busy street trying to blend in, you would have ripped his tongue out, but you and Loki needed to get back to the safe house.

“Come on Loki, just ignore it”. You yanked on Loki’s bicep, only to find he was not moving.

“Loki, I said ignore it! We have to go!” You said through your teeth. The inebriated man was still making foul comments, but you just ignored them. Loki stepped towards the man.

“Listen here you impotent, conniving little shit. That is not how you talk to a woman”.

You yanked on his arm again as you noticed the man was getting extremely agitated.

“Loki we got to go NOW!” You urged but still, your partner did not move. You noticed his hand started to glow a faint green as Loki summoned some of his magic.

Oh boy.

You jumped in front of Loki to stop him right at the same time the drunk man was about to take a swing at Loki. He socked you solidly in the face and you stumbled a little trying to regain your footing.

“Oh, you have done it now you-“ Loki was seething more now and you had to get out of here. You yanked with all your might on Loki’s arm again and finally, he followed suit. You could hear the man yelling profanities as you walked away.

You continued down the road in silence for a few moments.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks for asking”. You spat a little harshly. You rubbed your sore face and shot Loki a glare. Loki jumped a little at your harshness.

“I know you can take a little heat Agent. I am more concerned about why you didn’t let me demolish that cretin for slewing hateful words your way”.

You sighed. “Because Loki, I am used to being cat-called and missions always come first. I thought you of all people would understand that”.

Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. “Well, sorry agent that I tried to protect you. Won’t happen again!”

Loki continued to mumble under his breath but you couldn’t quite make out what he said.

Still upset but wanting to change topics you decided to discuss the mission.

“So, what did the scanner find in the paintings? Anything good?”

Loki shook his head. With no emotion he said “The scanner found absolutely nothing”.

You stopped in your tracks. Turning to look at Loki, his face etched with frustration and disappointment.

“Well, that’s just great! We wasted our time, found no evidence to shut this operation down, and I got punched in the face for NOTHING!”

Loki opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a hand motioning for him to shut it. You were overreacting, but you didn’t want to admit it quite yet. You needed to calm down first.

Now that you were a few blocks away from the studio, you clicked a button on your watch signaling your ride to pick you up. Took only a few moments before a car pulled over and you and Loki crawled in. You were both silent for the duration of the car ride.

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You splashed your face with cold water one more time before deciding it was time to exit the bathroom. Loki probably wanted to take a shower and it would be rude to not allow him that.

You headed into the main room of the quaint little cabin you were staying at and made yourself some dinner. It was nearly dark outside already and your stomach was grumbling from the lack of food.

Loki entered the kitchen and made his way to the bathroom. Before entering, he paused, looking over his shoulder.

“I am sorry for not listening to you earlier. I should never have let that buffoon put his hands on you”.

Loki’s voice was soft, gentle even. You could tell he was being sincere.

“It’s okay Loki. I am sorry for overreacting. You still love me right?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Loki chuckled and gave you a wink.

“Well of course. Dat ass is something to admire isn’t it”.

You let out a snort and gave Loki the finger as he walked into the bathroom. You two were most definitely friends, but sometimes you wondered if there was a spark of something else underneath. You blushed and felt your heart twinge at the thought.

You were falling for him.

But you couldn’t think about that right now. He was your best friend, partner, and teammate. You couldn’t risk losing him if he didn’t feel the same way.

You decided to play it safe. You were going to bottle up your feelings and wait for Loki to make his move first.

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Feeling bored and needing to pass the time, you grabbed the TV remote and scrolled through the channels to see if something piqued your interest.

“No way!” You stated to yourself out loud. “I haven’t seen this movie in forever!”

You giggled and jumped onto the couch. You had not seen Disney’s “Mulan” in ages. This movie brought back many memories of your childhood, as you watched it ample times and knew each song by heart.

Loki was still in the shower, so you had no shame in quoting the movie and singing along. As frustrated and angry as you were this morning, this movie was exactly what you needed to cheer you up.

The drums in the movie started to intensify, and you knew your favorite part was coming up. You cranked up the TV a little bit louder, grabbed your hairbrush that was sitting on the coffee table, and prepared for your solo.

Not caring if Loki heard you or not you yelled along with the movie.

“BE A MAN!

You must be swift as the coursing river.

BE A MAN!

With all the force of a great typhoon

BE A MAN!

With all the strength of a raging fire

Mysterious as the dark side of the MOOOOOON!”

You continued to sing along until a deep voice startled you from behind.

“What in Odin’s name is going on!? Is a cat being skinned alive out here??”

You threw a pillow at Loki.

“Oh shut up! I have a wonderful singing voice thank you very much. You giggled and went to grab another pillow to toss at Loki.

You knew your singing voice was horrendous, but hey at least you were in a better mood now!

Loki quickly threw his pillow back at you as you dove onto the couch to avoid being hit.

“Have you ever seen this movie Loki? It’s pretty funny I think”.

Loki walked over to where you were sitting and sat beside you. He eyed the TV suspiciously as you explained the movie was called “Mulan”.

“You really think I had time to watch a silly movie while on Asgard on a flashing electronic box? Partner, I met the real Mulan, and she was nothing like this cartoon depicts her. She was a much more intimidating woman”.

You looked at Loki with a shocked expression.

“You actually got to meet her?? That is so awesome. I bet she could kick your ass”.

Loki rolled his eyes and ignored the insult.

“So explain to me, what about that song made you scream at the top of your lungs?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Well besides it being hella catchy, it’s also kinda ironic. Back in those days, warriors had to live up to a higher standard to prove their manhood. But nowadays, men can act like wild dogs sometimes without repercussions.”

Loki mocked gasped.

“Ouch love, and to think that you are my friend when I to you am merely a wild dog!”

You punched Loki on the shoulder.

“Oh come on, you know I don’t think of you that way! But to be fair, you aren’t as swift as a river or have the force of a typhoon. God or not, that’s just not realistic.”

Loki’s demeanor changed after you spoke about this. His eyes narrowed and you saw a slight twinkle of mischievous. You weren’t intending to offend him. You were teasing him like you always did.

“Loki, I didn’t mean to offend you! I was just sayi—HEY!”

Without warning Loki had leapt from his spot and tackled you down on the couch. He was much stronger than you so it didn’t take long for you to be pinned and not able to wiggle very much. He was sitting on your hips with your hands under your back. You kicked your feet in a futile attempt to dislodge him.

“What were you saying dear? I am not swift like a coursing river. I feel me pinning you was awful fast.”

So this is what it was about. Loki felt you were bashing his manhood.

“Loki, this is not what I meant! I was teasing you! You are very much a man! I was referring to men like the guy who punched me today!”

You tried to buck your hips, but Loki was heavy enough that you barely moved. Starting to get nervous, you thought maybe threatening Loki would help you.

“Loki, if you don’t get off me, I will start to sing again. I know how much you love my voice”.

You opened your mouth to belt out a random tune, but instead of lyrics coming out, you squeaked. Loki had poked you on the stomach.

Shit. You forgot about your ticklish incident this morning.

“Loki, let’s talk about thIS.” Your breath hitched as Loki poked you again but on your ribs this time.

“Oh, agent! Did you think I would be forgetting this little secret you tried to hide from me? I was going to leave you alone today since you did get punched and all, but then you threatened me! And questioned my manhood.

So, yes you will sing Little Dove. You will sing for me as I show you how swift I can be. You will witness yourself being forced to giggle, shriek, laugh, and wiggle underneath me. And you will soon find out I do have the strength of a raging fire, and you will have no choice but to submit to my touch”.

Your face turned red and you turned your head away from Loki, trying to hide from him. Best friend or not, Loki’s playfulness was very attractive. Being tickled by him couldn’t be that bad, could it?

“Sing for me little birdie”

Loki wasted no time and was soon scratching his fingers very methodically in between your ribs. He was gauging which set was the most sensitive, not lingering for too long before switching to another pair.

You could not even attempt to suppress your laughter. The ticklish sensation was too much and you were soon bubbling with laughter. Your lower ribs made you giggle laugh while your upper ribs were far more sensitive causing you to squirm and squeak loudly.

In search of a more ticklish spot, Loki quickly changed tactics and was now pinching your sides and belly. You wiggled harder now and were full-on laughing. Occasionally having a snort sneak out of your mouth.

“Is this swift enough for you dear? Or should I increase my pace even more?”

Loki’s teasing was making things so much worse. He also was true to his word and his tickling fingers were spidering all over your very exposed torso, finding all your weak points. He managed to find a spot right above your hip that was super sensitive, and you thrashed as hard as you could trying to throw your partner off of you.

“LOKI STAHAHAHP IT”! You tried to sound intimidating, but the amount of laughter you were spewing along with your red face made that impossible.

“No thank you, I found a spot and I am enjoying the sweet sounds I am forcing out of you”.

Loki booped you on the nose and you reacted by trying to bite his finger.

“Well, that's rude! You should play nice silly girl, or this will only get worse for you” Loki tutted at you and wiggled his finger as if he was scolding a young child.

“This is me being nice-ehehe NO!”

You tried to snap back at him, but he used the same finger he booped you with to swipe under your chin and down your neck. You let out a very high-pitched squeal and shook your head frantically.

Loki tutted at you again and gently held your head in place by putting his hand firmly on your forehead.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach explode as you quickly realized you could not move your head even an inch. You giggled uncontrollably as you anticipated what was going to happen.

Loki gave you a smirk. “Oh, what a pity. If you are giggling this madly already, I can only imagine what will happen to you when I do THIS”.

Loki shot his hand towards your neck and your laughter was riddled with insults, threats, and begging. Loki belted out a deep laugh as you opened your eyes and realized his fingers had stopped just short of their intended target.

Your eyes widened.

“No Loki- hehe please!!”

“No what dear? Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

You felt your cheeks heat up again as you fell right into another trap.

“I- I uh plead the fifth!”

Loki smirked. “Not for long you won’t little birdie”.

Loki followed through this time and fluttered his fingers oh so gently on your neck and you soon lost your marbles.

Giggling, screeching, squealing. Your laughter echoed throughout the safe house whilst Loki had the largest smile on his face, seeing you wriggling and trying so desperately to move your head and protect the delicate skin he was torturing.

You caved after a couple of minutes and you felt a tear or two leak from your eyes.

“OKAAHAHAY YOU WIN! I LIKEEHEHE YOUUU!”

Loki stopped his hands and looked at you quizzically. Realizing you had inexplicably spilled the beans, you tried to backpedal.

“I uh I mean I -“

Loki cut you off as he leaned down to give you a light kiss. You kissed him back, hard. Both of your eyes gleamed as you broke apart.

“You think I didn’t already know that dear? You made it rather obvious when you blushed at the Art Studio. You can’t fake a blush”.

You blushed again. “I was too nervous to admit it, I didn’t know if you felt the same”.

Loki chucked. “Why else would I be tickling you to tears darling? Why would I have been so upset at that cretin earlier today? It’s because I care for you, deeper than a friendship goes”.

You hugged Loki and he helped you from your spot. Now sitting up and facing him, you felt the need to be cheeky once more.

“Well since you know I’m ticklish now, it’s only fair if you admit if you are ticklish as well.”

Loki scoffed. “You even think about revenge and next time I won’t go so easy on your sensitive little neck. I’ve heard that is a great spot to plant some raspberries.”

You involuntarily flinched at the thought.

“Well, at least I did learn something about you during this whole ordeal”.

Loki looked at you skeptically.

“You might be swift as a river, be strong as a raging fire, and have the force of a typhoon. BUT you most definitely are as mysterious as the dark side of the moon”.

Loki kissed you on the forehead.

“Now that is the most honest thing you have said all day”.

#marvel tickle fics #hiddlesbummmm fics #sfw tickle fic #fluffy tickles #ler loki #lee reader #loki tickles #loki tickle fic #ruthless tickles #tickles #sfw tickling community

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cemoras27-but-writing-this-time · 1 year

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Danny's Evil Jaunt. Its Evil He Swears. Ignore the Charity. pt. 2

Hello! Im back with Part 2 Im honored that so many people were interested <3 HOPEFULLY THE COLOR STAYS RIGHT IM SO SORRY ABOUT THAT I DON'T POST ON TUMBLR OFTEN. also i have almost 0 history about Dc so if anyone wants to ramble about the charaters in the tags please do

Danny's outfit was based on @little-pondhead 's art and prompt was by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2

part: 1

AO3

Oliver Queen had thought he’d seen it all; however this Fenton guy just seems to be full of fun little gadgets. And puns. So many puns.

No one knows anything about the guy other than he’s a mechanical genius. Just magically appeared out of the blue one day with inventions that make Dr. Freeze’s gun look like a toy, claiming that ‘he’s not gonna be here long today but needs to do some field testing.’

And now here's Oliver listening to this kid(it had to be a kid, Fenton didn’t look a day over 14) ramble about how much fun he had today and that he had to come back soon(not looking forward to that). Green Arrow took a good look at the kid.

He was short, maybe around 5’4 without the boots, and didn’t have much bulk, but clearly had a lot of lean muscle from what Oliver could tell from the fight, and black shaggy undercut hair. He wore a red hazmat suit with black gloves and red with black tinted lenses goggles. All covered with a lab coat that is definitely not OSHA compliant for mad scientist children, not with the way it was singed at the bottom and the sleeves had been torn off at the elbow, and the amount of sewn on patches - the biggest being the Fenton logo on his back. He was also lugging around a massive cannon that had Oliver bound to a lamp post with a glowing green net, but nets weren’t the only thing it could shoot, no it shot out so many things within the half hour they had been fighting that Oliver lost count. The kid also had some weird meta biology if the sharp teeth and pointed ears were anything to go on. But Oliver’s thoughts were cut off by a phone ringing. Fenton looked down and started feeling around his suit until he found his phone, a small Iphone with odd attachments with a green ghost case covered with stickers, stopped the alarm and moved his goggles up to rest on his head wincing as the rising sun shined in his eyes.

“Hoo bright. Alright that's it for today I guess! Thanks for playing with me Mr. Arrow, I think I'm gonna pick up some energy drinks and a couple of snacks before heading home, I still need to write an English paper for Mr. Lancer and Jazz’ll finish me off if I don’t get home soon” Fenton grinned and started to punch in directions for the nearest convenience store on his phone. It was just around the corner from the street they had left the fight off on, nice.

‘Maybe I should grab some for Sam and Tuck’ Danny thought, ‘Oh wait I forgot!’ just as he was about to turn into the store he rushed back to where he left Green Arrow, who was trying to saw his way out of the Fentnet with his knife.

“Sorry! I wanted to do something before I left!” Fenton smiled and put his wiry arm around Oliver in a side hug and pulled out his phone and did a peace sign with the hand around Oliver. “Say Frootloops!”

Fenton pulled off Oliver and showed him the picture, Fenton had a Cheshire cat grin while he had a miserable expression.

“Ooph, probably not your best look but I think we look cool. And really, that’s all that matters at the end of the day. How I think we look.”

“You're a menace, what do you want?”

“You don’t know? I’m god’s playtester and I’m here for bug testing before the rest of the world sees my inventions. Consider Star City my testing sandbox. Anyway see’ya!” and Fenton was gone down the street.

And that was the day Oliver Queen knew that he needed to make sure that the world outside of Star City could never be exposed to Fenton. Especially the bat. If anyone found out his ego would never recover.

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science-bastard · 10 months

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the venn diagram of things that make a mad scientist lab sexy and things that OSHA would have a field day with is a circle. however, this cannot and will not stop me because my dedication to erotic and sensual laboratories does not stop.

#mad scientist #mad science #sciencecore #villaincore #evilcore #labs #lab records

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kp777 · 8 months

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By Ralph Nader

Common Dreams Opinion

Sept. 9, 2023

Our national charter needs amending to deal with big corporations, which in turn requires a mass movement.

The headlines on climate catastrophes are becoming more informative as they become more ominous. For years the media headlines have been describing record floods, droughts, wildfires, heatwaves, hurricanes and other fossil-fueled disasters of an abused Mother Nature. The immediate human casualties are devastating.

Very recently, the headlines have been steering us toward what happens in the aftermath of natural disasters in afflicted regions around the world.

The Washington Post yesterday front-paged a huge headline “Climate-Linked Ills Threaten Humanity,” followed by the sub-headline: “Pakistan is the epicenter of a global wave of climate health threats.” The reporters opened their long analysis with almost biblical language: “The floods came, and then the sickness.”

The record heat wave and flooding that left one-third of Pakistan under water have unleashed “dark clouds of mosquitoes” spreading malaria. Food supplies were reduced by drenched fields unable to grow crops. The article depicted a world map with color-coded measures of dangerous heat waves. The Indian sub-continent is registered as having one of the longest annual heat-intense periods. Over 40 million Pakistanis will endure dangerous heat for over six months a year “unless they can find shade… Extreme heat, which causes heatstroke and damages the heart and kidneys” is just one consequence.

Our Constitution never once mentions “corporation” or “company” – it only speaks of “We the People” and “persons.”

Dengue fever surged in Peru. Canadian wildfires poured smoke and particulates into the U.S. triggering asthma attacks. Famine lurks in East Africa’s worst drought in 40 years, while contaminated water takes its toll on many diseases, especially horrifying for infants and young children.

Another consequence recorded by the Post with the headline “Amid Record Heat, Even Indoor Factory Workers Enter Dangerous Terrain” in Asia. Public Citizen’s Health Research Group, led by Dr. Sidney Wolfe, was a pioneer in petitioning OSHA to issue regulations to protect workers against extreme heat (See: https://www.citizen.org/topic/heat-stress/). Corporate OSHA stalled. Then the Biden Administration proposed modest regulations that are facing corporate opposition and years of delay by corporate attorneys.

Until overturned by a Texas court, Governor Greg Abbott overrode some ordinances that were passed in large Texas cities requiring drinking water breaks for construction workers laboring under 100-degree temperatures.

Abbott, arguably the cruelest governor in the United States – unless Florida Governor Ron DeSantis out-snarls him – thought he could get away with this bit of brutishness. After all, he is in Texas, where the oil and gas lobby (Exxon Mobil Et al.) is pushing to increase North American exploration, production, and burning of these well-documented omnicidal sources of global warming and climate violence.

The oil, gas and coal industry’s tentacles have encircled a majority of the 535 lawmakers in Congress to shield and maintain huge tax subsidies behind the industry’s lethal drive for increased production. Its marketeers see their profitable circular death dance intensify as hotter days lead to higher air conditioning loads.

Running berserk with their bulging profits, these giant energy companies worldwide are forging a suicide pact with an abused Mother Earth. The projections for what climate eruptions will do to humans and the natural world continue to be underestimated. The realities each year exceed scientists’ predictive models.

With no other driving value system than short-term profits, these artificial entities or companies, and corporations controlling different dangerous technologies, cannot be allowed equal justice under the law with real human beings driven by other far more important life-sustaining and morally enhancing values. For over 2000 years, every major religion has warned about subordination by the merchant class of civilized values. The great “soft energy” or renewable energy prophet and physicist, Amory Lovins, put this critical declaration in modern, secular language when he wrote: “Markets make good servants, but bad masters.”

Our Constitution never once mentions “corporation” or “company” – it only speaks of “We the People” and “persons.” Our national charter needs amending to deal with big corporations, which in turn requires a mass movement. Since ravaging corporations impact people with indiscriminate harm, not caring whether the victims are liberals or conservatives, the political prospect for a decisive left/right coalition is as auspicious as ever.

Tens of millions of hard-pressed American workers have given up on themselves securing a government that works for them, instead of for short-sighted, greedy corporations.

The pressure for such a coalition is growing daily. Insurance companies, citing climate disaster claims, are skyrocketing homeowners and auto insurance premiums, or worse, either redlining areas or altogether pulling out of some states such as Florida. Some coastal areas will soon be private insurance deserts, requiring entry by state-run insurance coverage, at least for reinsurance purposes.

Overpaid insurance company CEOs are starting to demand bailouts without even guaranteeing coverage for consumers.

Faster and faster, the second, third and fourth waves of after-effects of these man-made natural disasters will become all-enveloping punishers of societies that are failing to head off the looming dangers, now maturing into evermore desperate states of living.

On Capitol Hill, a domestically paralyzed Congress only comes together every year to hoopla its bipartisan mega-billion-dollar additions to the bloated, unaudited Pentagon budget – taking over half of the entire federal government’s operating budget. Congress regularly gives the Generals more than they request.

Meanwhile, back home, tens of millions of hard-pressed American workers have given up on themselves securing a government that works for them, instead of for short-sighted, greedy corporations. These Americans continue to ignore the historically validated truth – no more than one active percent of the citizenry, representing the majority public opinion, can quickly make a large majority of those 535 Congressional Senators and Representatives fight first and foremost for the public interest.

Our work is licensed under Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-ND 3.0). Feel free to republish and share widely. RALPH NADER Ralph Nader is a consumer advocate and the author of "The Seventeen Solutions: Bold Ideas for Our American Future" (2012). His new book is, "Wrecking America: How Trump's Lies and Lawbreaking Betray All" (2020, co-authored with Mark Green).

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lucifer-kane · 1 year

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OSHA would have a field day with the type of machinery they're making in Tears of the Kingdom

#tears of the kingdom

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medics-secret-shipfic-folder · 1 year

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OSHA would have a field day with Mann Co.

#team fortress 2 #tf2

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opaleyedprince · 1 year

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lo i was tagged to do 15 questions for 15 mutuals by both @swanfey AND @devilbrakers, tysm!!

1. are you named after anyone? two grandparents, but as for my alias - opals are my favorite/birth gem

2. when was the last time you cried? whenever my last anxiety attack was sooo i think like 5 days ago?

3. do you have kids? no <3

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? very sparingly

5. what sports do you play/have you played? soccer, tennis, fencing, and ballet

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people? usually their smile or their laugh

7. eye color? hazel

8. scary movies or happy endings? scary movies!

9. any special talents? uhhh let's see i can roll my tongue and move my nose on purpose. and raise one eyebrow?

10. where were you born? in the west <3 one of those states no one knows the name of

11. what are your hobbies? reading, writing, making ocs, collecting artbooks, playing dnd, gaming, and hiking

12. do you have any pets? yes! currently three cats, one dog, and five chickens

13. how tall are you? 5'7"

14. fave subject in school? any strain of biology ever. also media analysis courses are fun!

15. dream job? i'm going into my dream job field lol which is workplace health and safety. you know those OSHA memes. i will be affiliated with them :3

and i will tag the following people to do it if they want!

@telumendill, @arealcrow, @loverun, @reapersynth, @bethesdas, @byronicbi, @thebreakfastgenie, @trans-mando, @dragonwolfe22, @heroofpenamstan, @gay-nidoking, @tanukidrill, @jendoe, @nokstella and YOU

#opal.txt #tag games

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blubushie · 3 months

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ur really pressed abt the driving thing arent u

Yeah I've seen a lot of car accidents in my day. You see enough kids killed in accidents and it starts getting to you.

Graphic description of an accident below the cut. Read at your own risk. (Kids were not involved.)

Worst was a bikie who got an emergency thoracotomy in-field after suffering a cardiac arrest because an SUV next to him didn't signal, tried to overtake him suddenly, glanced the front wheel of his bike and flipped him over the front and he got hit by the car behind him who was basically tailgating the poor bastard so he didn't have time to stop. It was a perfect storm of idiots that probably ended up killing someone.

Happened to be in the right place and right time because there was an ambo maybe 4 cars behind us. Bikie ended up lying in front of my ute so I braked and got out to check on him and started CPR when I realised he was in the middle of agonal breathing and in cardiac arrest, car behind me got out and signalled the ambo who came and grabbed him, I watched them start the thoracotomy and the girl (who I guess had the smallest hands) got her hand into his chest to manually pump his heart because his entire sternum was basically mash potatoes under my hands so normal CPR wouldn't work.

I don't reckon he lived. And I had nightmares about driving for weeks. That shit was traumatising.

Also saw a woman get hit in a zebra crossing in a 25kmh residential zone. Wouldn't have been much a problem if the car had actually been going 25kmh, but he was about 30 over the speed limit. Broke her tibia and femur on impact. The screams stuck with me but she lived.

Much like OSHA, every road law is written in blood.

#blu whos

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amalia-uwu · 2 months

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S K Ó L I X

ΣΚΏΛΗΞ

I DONT OWN -> Undertale, Horrortale, Farmtale, the rights go to the respective owners. I only own my original characters and this fic.

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale by GuinongTale_AU

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Warnings ⚠️: angst, unrealistic medical stuff, inaccurate medical stuff

(Next morning)

Papyrus opened his eye sockets.

He rose from bed and stretched.

In all honesty last night was... Quite adventurous...

He checked his phone and read the notifications. Martha had texted him.

He checked the time.

12.00 o' clock.

Martha🌻 has sent messages.

6.00 am

Martha🌻 sent: «Good morning Papyrus! How are you all? How is your brother? I just wanted to let you know that, I took care of your animals today, Lily, Pearl are such sweethearts!

I fed the chickens, picked up some eggs, fed the sheeps, your cattles and cows and the rest of the animals».

9.30 am

Martha🌻 sent: «I checked around the field and picked up some vegetables.

The vegetables and eggs are in the cabinet/closet outside your home (the one close to the door), first shelf! I hope I did well!»

11.30 am

Martha🌻 sent: «May I help you with anything else? Don't hesitate to text me, even.. call me if necessary! I am willing to assist you! All you have to do is ask!»

*. *. *. *.

Martha was having her coffee break, sitting at her patio.

Butterflies, birds and bees flew around.

It was a little windy today so her flowers waved in the wind.

Some birds were singing on the trees. Her phone buzzed,

«Hm?».

Papyrus 🧡 sent messages

12.30 pm

Papyrus 🧡 sent: «Good morning Martha! Yesterday was a long day.. but the difficult part is over. We are doing quite well! I don't know when they will release him... Prepare yourself for some tea when we return!»

12.32 pm

Papyrus 🧡 sent: «Thank you for checking up on us and taking care of our animals and crops for us! At the moment you did more than enough! Thank you! When Sans gets out of here we will have tea and I'll make that pie you like so much! Likewise, if you need anything please let me know! Have a great morning!»

Martha smiled, she didn't know what to say so, she just text

12.34 pm

Martha🌻 sent: «Everything is going to be okay! Honey! Oh! Of course! I'll be waiting! ;) xoxo ».

Papyrus smiled. He set his phone down and got dressed.

Axe sat on bed, he rubbed his skull and eye socket. He had the same tired look just like Papyrus.

Axe smiled softly, Papyrus did the same.

They took a shower, ate some lunch and took some painkillers.

They had quite a headache.

(Back to Ophelia)

After what he went through, she didn't have the heart to wake him up. She checked him and added some more medicines in the IV.

She, therefore decided to cure his voice.

She took a bowl and added: warm water, licorice, slippery elm, osha root and a little bit of chamomile.

She crashed/mixed them together creating something like a clay.

She entered his room and using a soft brush, she spread the clay around his neck. Then added a gauze to keep it in place.

Her plan is to use this again in the afternoon.

See how it goes.

She injected vitamins and calcium in the IV throughout the day. The dark veins like spots had dissappeared.

She noticed the crack on his shoulder and added an ointment.

(at around 16.00 pm)

Papyrus and Axe arrived.

Each of them were holding 2 straw baskets with some herbs and vegetables.

The crew took them with gratitude. Ophelia was in her office, reading a a book on how to cure Sans's vision.

Papyrus entered holding the straw basket.

She smiled "Thank you Harvey!". Papyrus smiled back "It's always a pleasure!"

Agatha went to check Sans's statistics. His HP was slowly rising.

When he first came here days ago his was close to dying. However now little by little his energy and HP were slowly getting stronger and stronger.

(Another note: Ophelia has helped his HP a lot. She has helped him rise it.

Despite the health problems he had as a child, she helped him overcome some issues / stabilize them /make them a little better).

Papyrus and Axe entered the room.

They saw that he was still sleeping. They carefully caressed his face and decided to leave him rest.

They went for a walk around the clinic.

Agatha entered quietly and gently applied the clay on Sans's neck again.

She looked at the spot on his neck, it was healing nicely.

She checked again the breathing equipment.

Okay, it was the right dose. She will remove that in a while.

She injected some calcium on the IV, wrote some notes and exited the room.

Around 18.00 o clock.

Agatha entered quietly.

Agatha checked the breathing equipment. She wrote some notes.

Agatha, then carefully removed it from his face. She put it back to its place.

Agatha injected some more medicines, vitamins and calcium in the IV. She exited the room.

Just as she exited the room and left.

Papyrus and Axe entered.

She saluted them and they saluted back.

....

(minutes later)

Sans moved his head left and right. His eyes narrowed. Sans felt two hands on his.

He felt like his skull was stuffed in cotton.

He heard voices calling him "Sans?", "Brother?"

He tried to speak but his voice came out hoarse and low.

"Pap...yrus.. A..xe..."

Papyrus looked at Axe, both their eyes sparkled with happiness.

Papyrus, hearing his brother's voice felt his soul fly high. A strong weight left his shoulders.

Truth be told; they were afraid... That they might never hear his voice again.

Papyrus and Axe hugged each other in pure joy.

"Sans...? How is your vision?" Papyrus asked.

"same, cloudy with black spots here and there".

Just then Ophelia entered the room she as well looked a bit better.. "How is our patient?" she asked.

"Heya Ophelia". He smiled weakly

She injected some nutrients in his IV.

Due to all this, he had no appetite. "I see your voice is slowly returning, I'll use this clay one more time".

Sans nodded "Thank you.." he grinned woozy.

"Don't mention it Farmy!" she smiled.

She gently applied the clay around his neck and tied it with a gauze.

The spot, where the Skólix had bitten him, was healing. Slowly but nicely.

The inflammation was no longer there.

....

(For the next few hours)

Papyrus and Axe took turns in carefully moving Sans's limbs according to Ophelia's orders. [in order to help his magic flow through his joints].

They opened and closed Sans's phalanges.

They moved his limbs up and down, left and right, circular motions.

Papyrus held him upright and Axe moved his legs up and down. They leaned his limbs.

Papyrus was slightly concerned at how light he was. He had lost a lot of magic. The last few days he couldn't even eat properly.

He was lost in thoughts. Axe gently touched his shoulder and Sans tenderly caressed his ulna and radius.

Axe smiled softly and nodded. Papyrus turned Sans so he could see his face.

Sans smiled, his eyes were unfocused.

Papyrus brought him closer and gave him a hug.

Sans weakly hugged him back. Sans felt the tears on his shoulder. Saejun said nothing. Saejun let Papyrus cry.

Sans only hugged him and caressed his shoulder blades. His soul shone and flourished Papyrus's and Axe's soul with positive warm feelings.

Papyrus and Sans stayed there hugging each other.

No words were spoken.

....

(Some time later)

Ophelia entered in holding bathing equipment; a herbal/medical shower gel, brushes, sponges etc.

"I think he is ready for a nice bath" She informed. Papyrus took the equipment and went to the bathroom.

Axe carefully picked up Sans and followed Papyrus.

Axe whispered "It's okay, we are just gonna give you a nice warm bath hm?" he gave him a soft kiss on his skull. Sans nodded and hugged him tighter.

Papyrus opened the faucet and carefully set it to warm water.

He waited for the tub to be filled a little.

Axe had wrapped Sans with a fluffy towel and his jacket to keep him warm.

Papyrus checked the water again. It was alright.

He looked at Axe and nodded.

Axe carefully set Sans down and removed Sans's clothing.

He then let him in the bathtub.

Papyrus and Axe gently held him.

Little by little Axe threw water in his back, ribs etc.

Papyrus took the herbal bath foam and made foam. He took a piece of cloth and gently spread the foam. He took a soft sponge and rubbed Sans's bones.

He stopped to see if Sans's was okay. Was he being too rough?

Sans gently squeezed his hand.

Axe took the sponge and cleaned his other side. His humerus, pelvis, legs and ribs.

...

Well... They were extra careful at the lower ribs.. Sans was ticklish..

Of course he let out some soft giggles when they reached there but they were careful.

Axe and Papyrus took a brush and started brushing his bones and joints. They rinsed with warm water.

Once they reached his pelvis, he got a little shy. His blushed and turned his face away.

Axe noticed and blushed himself «he looks so cute» he thought.

Sans couldn't help his purring, it was low and soft.

Papyrus and Axe smiled. Another sound they missed.

They put the brushes away. They used the sponge and foam one more time.

Axe held his humeri high.

Papyrus rinsed his bones.

Axe carefully held him upwards and Papyrus rinsed the remaining foam.

Axe wrapped him in a towel and lifted him out of the tub.

They dried him clean by patting and rubbing the fluffy towel on his bones.

Papyrus took a herbal lotion and tenderly spread it on Sans's bones.

They dressed him in forest green pants and shirt (clothes Papyrus brought from home).

Axe carried him in his embrace and took him to bed.

Sans nuzzled his cheekbone on Axe's shoulder and neck.

Axe smiled and softly blushed. His cheekbones and bridge of his nasal cavity turned into a soft beetroot reddish color.

Axe gave Sans's soft kisses on his cheekbone and forehead.

Sans had his one hand on Papyrus's shoulder. Papyrus smiled and held it.

Ophelia came to fix the IV.

Axe gave them to him.

Axe carefully laid Sans on bed. She gently fixed the IV, wrote some notes and exited the room.

She returned later with some chamomile and pills.

Papyrus read him a book about flowers and their meaning.

Sans was listening contently.

Axe held his hand making soft circular motions with his thump and guided his hands in the touching parts of the book .

At around 22.00 o' clock Papyrus and Axe had to leave from the clinic.

A part of them didn't want to leave him alone... but, they had to go.

Sans spoke quietly "See you tomorrow, You two take some rest; I'll be fine"

They nodded. Papyrus and Axe gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

They walked a little further and Axe teleported them back home.

Today was slightly better. Sans found his voice, they heard his purring. He was getting better. Little by little.

They took a shower, ate and went to sleep.

Bad thoughts were entering Papyrus's mind.

«What if something else happens again? What if he never sees again? What i- no. No! Everything will be alright».

They closed their eyes and fall asleep.

END OF CHAPTER 8

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

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randowhump · 4 months

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Happy Whumpmas (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*🎅⛄❄️!!! You have just been snowballed by a secret whumper. Help to keep the snowball fight going by anonymously sending this to five other whumpers with a whump-related question of your choice: Please share your favorite factory whump prompts!

Ooh boy, do I have a LOT of prompts.

One I've been rotating for a while is a group of whumpees who used to work at the factory return to said factory, now abandoned. Just a husk of what it used to be.

Another one is the machines. Wherever it's used to grab and carry deceased workers, wherever it's used to process whatever it's extracting, it's always a nice bit of world building.

Also, whumpee who is a factory worker coming to the realization they weren't made for this. They had so much they wanted to do but they couldn't. The factory kept them "chained" up, they were trapped.

Another one is two Whumpees who work at the factory, plotting how to escape. Someone finds out about their plans but instead of punishing both of them, they only punish one to "set a standard to the other workers".

The fact that no one knows the horrors they're forced to work in. Think about it for a second. You're working in a murder factory with enough safety hazards to make OSHA have a field day, there's some unidentified mold covering one of the machines, two other machines are starting to rust, your friend had an accident and now their arm is broken, all that and no one knows.

#man ive been waiting to info dump about factory whump for so long #whump #whumplr #merry whumpmas

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finniigan · 1 year

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Introducing Cub Squad; The Pilots!

1 | 2 | (you are here) | 4 | 5

Kebii'tra (day sky in Mando'a) CT-7643 [he/him]

The main pilot! He's a fancy flier and knows far too many non OSHA compliant manouvers. Crashes the ship a lot in early days when he's still new to piloting, but always lands just intact enough for the ship to be repairable (though it incites much grumbling from Flare who has to spend hours fixing it).

Ca'tra (night sky in Mando'a) CT-7644 [he/him]

The Co-pilot. He has a fascination with star charts and systems! He's also in charge of navigation, both in space and pathfinding planetside. Ca'tra knows less manouvers than his brother and can't fly through tricky situations like asteroid fields or battles with as much ease, but is still a talented pilot. Often nonverbal, so he uses sign language to communicate with his brothers.

They are the closest out of all the cubs and chose matching names to go with their consecutive numbers. Kebii'tra understands his brother's sign language the best (as he spends most time with him), so he translates for Wren and Chipper when they first get to know the squad, as well as for any people they meet on their missions. The other clones have known Ca'tra since they were batchmates and later on cadets together too, so they understand him just fine.

#clone oc #tcw oc #star wars #star wars oc #the clone wars oc #finn.txt #my art #mine #Kebii'tra #Ca'tra #i KEEP FORGETTING TO POST THESE #someone yell at me please #lmao

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heartthumpnovel · 2 years

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Heart Thump: Chapter 3

“Growing Imagination”

We did it- we are finally at the G/t part of the story fellas so buckle in! Content tags/warnings before ya read: SFW, Giant/tiny, anxiety attack, body size dysmorphia

Last Chapter: Chapter 2 “A Striking Notion” Next Chapter: Chapter 4 "Where Trouble Begins" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well, it was supposed to be an average day at work.

It all started when they stepped out of an elevator giggling from the aftermath of a terrible joke. May have been a classic dad joke or a stupid pun but none the less the both of them were in a better mood when entering the office. Checking the time, Ellie noticed they were there pretty early. Ten minutes early in fact. There was a noticeable silence in the empty office.

Being such exemplary employees, just showing up a tad early, the both of them decided the best course of action was to hang out at the water cooler in the break room before the shift started. After all, they don’t get paid anything for off the clock labor.

“I can’t believe the ‘inspector’ from the corporate arm is coming back.” Ellie casually mentioned as she bent down to grab a scrappy paper cup to fill it with water. Jason’s arm stopped laying on the top of the water cooler in shock.

“Wait, really? Again? What does that bloke have to come back for?,” Jason inquired as he was trying to regain his composure with a scowl on his face and his eyes tried to roll to the back of his head, “Doesn’t he have important soulless bureaucratic nonsense to attend to?” Knowing that everything around here was in almost perfect shape, well, for a marketing firm that is. “Yeah man, I don’t know what’s his deal. Natasha does a great job runnin’ this place. You know I think that there’s something fishy going on if they don’t trust her to-” The controversial rant Ellie was about to dish out was interrupted when a vast group of people walked by them- chattering about and more or less about the day or something about the incident with some lady’s car being mysteriously crushed. Among that group of people was Natasha, conversing along with them while reapplying her Night Brown #4 lipstick as she kept giving her insight on the strange situation. Coining the fact it could have definitely been a construction mistake that OSHA would have a field day with. A confused head tilt came from Ellie- wondering why in the world Natasha was behind Jason and herself. Since Ellie was stuck on that query, she didn’t notice Jason nearly soaked his suit with sweat when he witnessed the group of people carrying on with their day. Begging to himself that Natasha didn’t look their way.

Thankfully, That didn’t happen. Natasha was more or less focused on telling her peers about the time she had a run in with an unsavory neighbor a couple of weeks ago. They all had their eyes on her, nodding and even a few of them cheered her on in getting some sort of petty revenge. The mere suggestion of getting her just desserts made her quiet for a moment… before she unleashed the floodgates of heaven with a fluttering noise coming from her sternum. A cozy giggle filtered out of her lips as it poured down into the conversation as it mixed well enough into the atmosphere as she shook her head lightly. Saving the cathartic karma until she was out of the blast radius of the fallout.

Witnessing her laughter has always made Jason happy. Long, long before this pang of feelings was grabbing him by the chest. A smile like that was worth walking across the ocean for. A flurry of these thoughts peppered in his mind- the density of his chest growing tighter as a sudden warmness consumed his face. The laughter ringing ever so loudly as he seems to not be in that office anymore for that split moment. Right in that space of chasing those speeding thoughts- it happened.

Thu- thump It… was like a jolt. A kind of electrical jolt that feels like it travels from your toes straight into your heart and pumps right back into the rest of the veins. Nearly felt like his stomach had traveled up north for vacation for the winter and he mutated butterflies collaborated in his throat were intense and suddenly-

The water cup shrunk in his palm. Jason gave a confused stare into his smaller reflection.

"... what the?.." Jason muttered as his head spun in a confused daze.

What he discovered next made him even more confused as the cup wasn't the only thing that was smaller. He could peek over the vending machines and the water cooler looked like it could only hold liters instead of gallons. What kind of delusion was happening to him? Did someone put something in the water?

"Uuhh, - Ellie?!" Jason squealed to discover his bestie was much smaller too and gawking at him.

Ellie’s happy yet confused grin had transformed miraculously into an astonished gaze at Jason's mass jolting upwards as his bones, muscles, skin, hair- literally everything he was and what he was wearing just.. grew. The spike in growth not only had shaken the daylights out of him but it caused the plastic cup in his hand to meet its demise as it plumbed to the floor as the jolt made his fingers basically useless.

There was a silence between Ellie and Jason. A long. Painful. Silence.

It was barely comprehensible what she just saw. It was like he went from a dinky office worker to a full on basketball league player, or a lanky television comedian, in an instant. Jason could only reply in urgent whimpers before attempting to open his mouth and taking a big deep breath to prepare for a schreek.

Ellie could snap out of the daze first as she realized they were the only two that witnessed the incident. That wouldn’t be the case for long if they kept just gawking at each other like one grew another head. Eventually someone was going to go on an early break.

Jason couldn’t get a vowel out before Ellie grabbed him by the forearm and pulled him quickly in the direction of the closest bathroom. No questions asked. The interview can wait. Jason however, wasn’t as graceful as he was more like a stumbling newborn giraffe trying to find its first footing, though it wasn’t as adorable. Down went the water cooler when a wobbly leg slammed into its side and, sending it tumbling onto the cheap office carpet with an acceptable thuonk. Jason might have yelped at the sound if Ellie didn’t squeeze his wrist as she yanked the poor man around the corner to the employee bathrooms, away from the gaze of any witnesses. He kept his mouth shut while his fingers went numb from fear.

Slippery hands fumbled with the bathroom doorknob as it finally gave way and she furiously pushed the door open. Not thinking about the consequences of trying to drag a newly initiated tall person, Ellie’s ears were met with Jason’s sudden yelp with a metal twank. She let out a cringing squish of her face as she looked up to see Jason rubbing his forehead with a painful hiss.

Jason nearly hurled over from the pain, not entirely sure if he was actually there as his heart was beating intensely fast. Faster than it ever had before. The intensity was hard to handle- he nearly collapsed on the bathroom counter, heaving sporadic breaths.

“Wha- what’s happening to me?!” Jason sputtered out as his shaky fingers gripped the marble counter.

“I-I’m not sure! Did you finally hit puberty!?” Ellie responded in a shaky tone as she made sure she locked the door behind them.

Jason’s body froze as he turned his gaze to her with a disapproving glare. “This isn’t the time for jokes Ellie!! Bloody hell-” Jason pulled up from the counter and stared at his hands to the floor- noticing how far away he felt from the ground tiles.

“Everything feels… distant, is- is this a stroke? Am I having a stroke??” He mumbled. That wasn’t the only thing that was changed. Things looked a tad… smaller. Not by much, but he could very well see that the counter, broken stalls, slightly smeared mirror and even little ol’ Ellie herself looked shorter. This didn’t even feel like a normal type of tall that should happen in nature either. Normally people with a higher stature had lankier limbs and a head the same size as anyone else’s.. Neither of them were biologists but even a secondary school student would know that square-cube law had its way of making things have the right proportions. Even beefy football players had biologically correct measurements but with Jason… It was different. Everything about his proportions to himself was exactly the same. Comparatively shorter legs- arms that only reached to his upper thigh, and that his spine didn’t seem to elongate at all. Instead of just looking like an average tall person, he just looked like he was inside a child’s playhouse.

“Sorry about that dude just...woah…” Ellie gasped as she approached her best friend.

He was focused on staring at his twitching hands that bent and stretched themselves out repeatedly with a constant worried stare. Ellie stood on her tip-toes and tapped the end of Jason's silk tie. His fingers jolted back to life with a step back, shivering all over. How could this possibly happen? He couldn’t think straight- or think at all even. Especially when he stepped back, he accidentally hit his crown on an inconspicuous bathroom light.

“DRAT!” He yelped as he bent downwards out of instinct while groaning all those ‘why mes’ under his breath. Huffing was involved, and the waterworks flowed down his face.

Oh great, he was going to cry at work like a literal big baby. Pain pulsed through his head as his body continued to shake in its shoes. What else could catch him off guard at that point?

Ellie’s fingers being placed on his soggy cheeks did the trick.

[Image Description: Ellie is holding Jason's big tearful face and is trying to calm him down while she's raising a finger up.]

“Sorry… Come on Jason let’s just- try to breathe and chill out a little M’kay?” Ellie spoke in a more gentle tone than before, squishing his big ol’ anxious face together like a giant panic-stricken sandwich.

His big glassy eyes had shifted from staring at her in disbelief to the mirror while he silently just nodded. Ellie pushed his face away from the mirror while making quiet clicks under her breath. “Nah nah nah don’t look at it. Close your eyes, mister. We’re going to tackle that in a minute. Jason. Close your eyes okay bud?” Ellie commanded Jason.

“No no, Ellie, I can’t- this isn’t the time-” Jason tried to interrupt in squeals but a tiny finger hovered in between them that herded him into silence.

The giant, disgruntled office worker sighed with an eye roll that ended with his eyelids shut. Peering into the darkness despite the humming of the hanging industrial lights. His ears were open to listen to whatever his psychology-degreed best friend had to say.

“Now breathe in...and breathe out. Slowly now.” Ellie spoke as she did the breathing motions herself which was followed by Jason’s nose inhaling and exhaling shakily. Even if no one saw that unnatural growth spurt, He felt like he wanted to melt into the floor to never be seen again. After a couple of rough starts and wheezing, his heart slowed down to a more manageable pace while his mind could process one thought at a time again and not being a whirlwind of mind junk smacking him in the metaphorical face. He was trying to possess the sensation of his feet rocking on the floor and the sputtering of the A/c blowing gently at the back of his hair. His basketball player's palms laid on the counter as Ellie let go of his face and took a couple steps back, waving her hands. “Riiight now keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll be right back. ‘Kay?” Softly spoke with a nervous smirk. Jason didn’t reply. “Okay!” Ellie exclaimed as she rushed out the door- not even the heavy metal slab could slow her down as she rushed out of the bathroom. She left Jason alone with the hard cold swing of the bathroom door that ended in a harsh slam, Echoing into the once quietly humming restroom. What was left after that was just the deep cognitive breaths of the unusually large man. They’ve gotten more shaken with his support line leaving him be, but he was managing. He really was a mess without Ellie around to pull him out of these slumps clinging onto his mind. It was almost like magic when she calmed him down from when his mind had tried to kill him with anxiety.

No wonder why she wants to be a therapist.

Jason inhaled deeply through his nose, and exhaled through his mouth as he counted down the seconds in his head. Closing his eyes, he conjured an image of a soft rainstorm with droplets pattering on a window. He focused on counting those raindrops, his mind finding peace in numbers and had even forgotten the reality bending situation he was thrown into.

[Image Description: Jason is staring into the bathroom mirror, normal sized again but still horrified.]

“OKAY BUDDY I GOT YA OFF THE HOOK WITH WORking..today… and..” Ellie was expecting to burst back into the bathroom with a colossal dork taking her breathing advice as instructed, but it was just her regular sized dork gripping the counter and looking into the mirror. Jason’s hazel eyes were staring at himself in the mirror in disbelief, The reflection was shaking and grasping his heart, wrinkling his button-up shirt. He could only give a couple of petrified mumbles to Ellie as he collapsed onto the cold bathroom tiles, curling up like a dead cockroach. The last thing he could hear was concerned begging and whimpering as his body was being jerked upwards, soul dropping off into the darkness.

….

The next time Jason got his heavy eyelids open, he could barely see where he was even at. Though he noticed a warm softest on his midsection when he could start feeling the loveseat he was on. He blinked with a scrunched up look as he reached into the abyss to feel something...quite fuzzy. “Brrrp!” Oliver defensively raised his head when a clammy hand touched him. His moist nose sniffed the hand before he felt his need to purr at the hand's attempt to stoke his messy fur- closing his only eye in peace. However, the little feline wouldn’t be in this divine serenity for long as the bed he was lying on eventually crunched upwards and sat up. At that point Oliver didn’t want to be in his master’s way (humans are quite grumpy when they wake up) and pounced off the couch with another chip in his voice and left his dad to wonder what just happened.

#g/t #giant tiny #giant #heart thump #writing #oc #jason #natasha #tiny #chapter 3 #this is where tall people come from

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