About this time now a very grumpy and sleepy Isak is being smooched awake by his sunny boyfriend because they are supposed to meet at kollektivet for breakfast.
“Come on, Baby. We’re gonna be late” Even says as he stands up, thinking about taking the duvet with him, but then again he’d never do that to the love of his life (read: he knows he wouldn’t survive this). Isak huffs annoyed.
“Who makes plans on saturday morning anyway? ‘s the day of sleeping in….who cares if we’re late, i need more time.” he sighs into his pillow. A tad over-dramatic if you ask Even, who chuckles down at him, smiling fondly.
“Babe, if we are late you know that Eskild will make why are you late, you naughty boys jokes for the whole time we’re there, right?”
And… good point. With a groan Isak rises from the cozy warmness that is their bed and maybe he will complain a good portion of the way but maybe he will alsolet Even smooch his cheek and maybe he will even hug Eskild back when they get to kollektivet and his Guru is throwing his arms around him. Almost lifting him from the ground with the force of his hug.
laura barton looks at people like peter parker and the maximoff twins and just has an internal breakdown because they are children! children! and they’re out there fighting & dying for causes that even she has trouble fully understanding
laura barton has three kids and two of them are already talking about being superheroes and she knows it’s just Children Talk ( cooper wanted to be a dinosaur last week ) but it still scares her half to death because she does not want her kids to hit sixteen and launch into this world full of death and fighting and loss but she also doesn’t want to stop them from doing what they love ( god knows she’d never stop clint—– doesn’t think she could if she tried )
laura barton just wants everybody to be safe 2k16, especially the kids
TITLE OF STORY: Exceptions to the Rules CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter Four AUTHOR:teacuphiddlesfics & cheers-mrhiddleston WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Jag!Tom & Exec!Tom GENRE: Angst/Drama FIC SUMMARY: A year after the events of What’s Yours is Mine, identical twins Thomas and William Hiddleston have fully acclimated to each other’s lives, including sharing a bit of happiness in the shape of a woman: their employee, Amanda Tremaine. But when Amanda begins to run out of hope that Thomas could ever be fully invested in a relationship with her, she turns elsewhere, leaving Thomas with feelings that he cannot fully describe. Her new relationship brings out unforeseen circumstances that the twins can’t ignore, leading all three of them down a path that will test each of them in their own way. RATING: M WARNINGS: Explicit language, violence, drugs, sexual content. AUTHOR NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and @teacuphiddlesfics and the sequel to What’s Yours is Mine. We’ll be alternating writing the chapters again, so make sure you’re following Christine if you aren’t already and stay up to date with the entire twins universehere.
Thomas was finding his stash running low everywhere he looked.
The safe in his desk drawer was empty when he reached his hand into it at work, and when he returned home that night, the one in his closet only had enough for one fix. He could have sworn he had just refilled them.
For the earlier prompt meme, @sinuswave asked for;
Oh, how about Scout/Heavy with “57. Teach me to fight” ?
“So, it’s a battle, right?”
“Da. It is representation of battle.”
“‘Cept with armies instead’a mercs?”
“Da.” Heavy gestured at the chessboard set up on the table between them. “White army and black army. Player using white pieces always move first. New players often think this is advantage, but in many cases-”
“Where all the little people?”
“The little people, doin’ the fightin’? I see the little castle thingies. That their home?”
“Scout, that is rook. Each player has two rook, and they can move-”
“A rook? Ain’t that a bird or somethin’?”
Heavy rubbed the bridge of his nose and supressed a sigh. At the other end of the mess hall, Spy was pretending to be reading a newspaper while shamelessly smirking at them.
“All right. I start from beginning. All pieces on board are soldiers in battle. Different types of pieces, like our different classes. They look different, so player can tell easily which is which. All have different function, different ways of fighting, depending on type and on player’s technique. All move in different ways.”
“So, like… some of ‘em sprint, and some jus’ walk around?”
“They move around the board-”
“And shoot each other?”
“Nyet. They move around the board in different patterns, and when their paths intersect, they-”
“Which way round the board do we go? is it like Monopoly?”
“Is nothing like stupid Monopoly! No dog! No shoe!”
“Chess is tactics in purest form, a test of mind against mind, logic against logic,” Heavy said breathily, leaning over the table and over Scout. “Within the rigid rules, innovation and focus and nerve will win! You understand?”
Heavy sank back into his chair with a deep sigh. Spy was now openly laughing at them.
“You know,” Scout said, idly poking at a Bishop, “this ain’t what I had in mind when I asked ya to teach me to fight.”
I admit, this probably isn’t what Sinuswave had in mind when she gave me the prompt, but I hope she enjoyed it all the same.
This image of Mars is beautiful – and hugely exciting.
These dark, narrow, 100 meter-long streaks called recurring slope lineae flowing downhill on Mars are inferred to have been formed by flowing water – not in some dim, distant past, but as recently as last year.
Until now, “we thought of the current Mars as a barren, extremely dry and cold desert,” SETI Institute planetary scientist Janice Bishop said. “What is new and exciting here is that this provides evidence for liquid water on Mars in the current environment.”