....where are they

i want an intense scene between keith and lance. they’re in the middle of battle, all the other paladins are somewhere else. everything around them is moving so fast, but then it’s a close up of them, and keith asks “do you trust me?” and they’re looking at each other, eyes searching, and lance says “yes” and they’re still looking at each other, intensely, logger than needed, before the moment is forced to break

anonymous asked:

Technically speaking there is a 'man period' (it's a drop in testosterone instead of a change in estrogen) and since everything happens to Steve 4x as much, imagine his mood swings and crazy cravings at all hours... basically just want Manperiod!steve :D

All lanes of traffic were at a complete standstill and the only thing keeping Steve in his car was Bucky’s voice over the Bluetooth.

“Okay, what did Banner say exactly?”

He let out a frustrated sigh and scrubbed a hand over his face. “That it’s a drop in testosterone. He said that it’s completely normal, it happens to every guy, but cause of the serum I get it four times worse,” he explained, his voice trailing off into a wine. “Buck, everything hurts. I’m achy all over and everyone keeps-“ he cut off when the car next to him started hoking it’s horn. “What? What d’ya want?”

The man honked again and started cranking his wheel, doing his best to get himself in Steve’s lane.

“Why?!” Steve demanded, throwing his hands up. “We’re not going any faster, pal! What’s the point?!” he yelled.

The man responded by flipping him off and wedging himself in front of Steve’s car.

A spike of rage shot through Steve and he laid into his horn. “I see you, asshole! I see you with your Hitler mustache!”

“Hitler mustache? Stevie, calm down. Breathe.”

A gasp of a sob left him as anxiety replaced his rage. “I’m under attack, Buck,” he said, his voice going an octave higher. “There’s Nazis’ everywhere.”

“It’s alright. Just take a deep breath.”

Steve just sunk deeper in his seat. “I can’t!” he wailed. “I can’t breathe! I can’t think! I-I can’t remember anything!” he gasped out. “Buck? Buck, are you there?”

“I’m right here, Stevie. It’s okay.”

He sniffed and nodded. “Before I talked to Bruce, I went to get one of those brownies. You know I love those brownies. From that place.”

“Yes, you love those brownies.”

“But when I tried to order them, I couldn’t remember that brownies are called brownies,” he rushed out, his voice catching. “I called ‘em thin cakes! I called ‘em thin cakes, Buck!”

“Okay, maybe you should pull over. I don’t want you getting into an acci-“

“The hell are you doing?!” Steve exclaimed, watching with wide eyes as another car forced its way in front of him. “What are you doing?!”

Yet another driver chose to answer by flipping him off.

Steve physically jerked back. “What?! Oh you son of a bitch! You’re going on a watch list, buddy!”

“Steve, stop screaming.”


It was that moment that the car behind him decided that it was a good idea to not pay attention to traffic. The force of the Jeep hitting the back of Steve’s borrowed Audi shoved him forward into the car that had just cut him off.

“Steve? What happened?”

He sat there shocked for a moment before the tears returned and he slumped forward onto the steering wheel. “Buck, please save me.”

jaaystodd  asked:

Can you do that last one on the word list (there was no way in hell I was going to remember how to spell it lmao) for Jason?

{Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.}

“God, you guys are killing me,” Dick moans, dropping his head face-first against the table. “How long do I have to suffer through this will-they-won’t-they? I’m tired!”

Jason furrows his brows and looks to you, frowning when you only shake your head and shrug.

“I’m serious, this is awful,” Dick continues, lifting his head enough to glare at you. “I mean, how long are you two going to pine after each other? You stare at each other all doe-eyed and soft and mushy and then you just don’t do anything about it! How does that even work! It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you idiots are in love, damn.”

If the ground could open up and swallow you whole, you would willingly dive in headfirst. As it stands, it won’t, and you feel the blush creep up your neck, heat engulfing your entire being as you focus on the wood of your kitchen table. The room is left to an uneasy silence.

“…what,” Jason finally croaks, staring wide-eyed at Dick, avoiding even looking in your general direction, and then: “WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK, GRAYSON. YOU CAN’T JUST OUT PEOPLE LIKE THAT, GOD.”

You flinch at his outburst, and you only turn your attention to Dick, narrowing your eyes at his pleased expression.

“Come on, Jay,” he grins, rising from his place. “You love her, she loves you. You get all dopey when she’s around, she gets all flustered. It’s cute.”

He claps his hands together before patting you on the shoulder as he makes his way to your front door. “Now I’ll leave you two to confess.”


Newt: I swear on my honour as an Englishman!
Tina: No good. I’ve known too many Englishmen. 

The Princess Bride (1987)

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(gonna keep this open one more day then back to your regular scheduled parks and rec crossovers)