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How long have you been planning for Coulson to be the Ghost Rider – and what was Clark Gregg’s reaction to finding out that news?

Jeffrey Bell: To say he was happy, it would be an understatement.
Jed Whedon: I think what he said when we told him was, “I didn’t think I could geek out more,” but he was like, “It seems I can.”
Jeffrey Bell: Yeah, that was what he said. [x]

Endless List of Favorite Characters: Kieran Hunter (The Shadowhunter Chronicles)

“I am saying the choices we make in captivity are not always the choices we make in freedom. And thus we question them. We cannot help it“

I was going to post a long as text of my opinions about TOD but let me just tell you


That is all, thank you

It was weird and a little uncomfortable last night, going about our regular blogging when it was all but confirmed that Robin had passed. But it was the right thing to do until we got a statement from the family.

My heart is absolutely broken over the loss of such a lovely, kind man for us and for his family, who obviously adored him.

Rest in peace, Robin Twist. You were a shining light and we were lucky to have had the opportunity to have known you just a little even for such a painfully short time.

Something cuter (Tom x FemReader) short fluff

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

(A/n): this man

Summary: Tom makes fun of reader during an interview because he thinks she’s cute

Warnings: fluff??


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Babysitter Aaliyah

a/n: i couldn’t think of a good title so… 

request: Can you do an imagine where Aaliyah looks after your Toddler and somehting happens to him/her? X

“Um, I think there are some dino nuggets in the fridge, so you can just warm them up when she gets hungry, and um, there are some coloring books over-”

“Shawn,” You interrupted him, and Aaliyah gave you a thankful look. “Babe, this isn’t her first time looking after Leo.” You said, knowing Aaliyah had looked after your son a few weeks ago, while Shawn was in the studio and you got called into work.

“But this is the first time she’s watching him over night!” Shawn said, defending his thoughts.

“Bro, it’s all gonna go smooth. We’re gonna eat the nugs, and then watch a movie, and color, and then he’s gonna go to bed. And I’m going to watch more movies.” Aaliyah said, picking at her manicured nails. “I’m a good babysitter!”

You laughed, grabbing Shawn’s hand. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late for our reservation!” You said, dragging him towards the door.

“Text me if anything happens!” Shawn called, waving to his sister and son.

You two hadn’t even gotten your drinks when Shawn texted his sister. “Honey, I trust Aaliyah, she’s seventeen, she knows is something’s wrong. Don’t fret.” You smiled, thanking the waiter when he poured two glasses of white wine.

“I know, but I just can’t help worrying. It’s like when I go on tour, and Geoff literally takes my phone so I don’t call you every five minutes.” Shawn confessed, and your heart swelled.

“You’re adorable.” You said, twisting the ring on your left hand subconsciously. “Now pick what you’re going to eat, Mendes.” You nodded to his menu that hag been untouched.

In the middle of eating, your phone went off. Shawn’s head shot up, and you saw Aaliyah was calling. “Hello? Liyah, sweetie slow down, I can’t underst- oh, ok. Yeah, we’re leaving. Ok, see you there. Bye.” You hung up, and nearly laughed because of what Shawn’s face looked like. His eyes were side, and he was chewing on his lip, and there was no color anywhere in his face.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Leo was running to get some stuffed toy, and he knocked his head on the door knob. She said he was bleeding, so she brought him to the ER.” You said, and Shawn almost fell out of his chair.

You two paid for dinner, and Shawn pushed the speed limit to the hospital.

When you two got there, Shawn ripped the keys out of the ignition, and raced inside, grabbing the door for you. You saw Aaliyah sitting next to a fake fern, with Leo on her lap. She was holding an old wash cloth to his head, and the toddler was leaning into her chest, eyes red. “Hi, honey, oh, it’s ok, Mommy’s here.” You picked him up, rubbing his back as he started to tear up.

“What happened?” You asked, looking at the teenager. Shawn sat down next to her, looking at her.

“Well, we were watching Monster’s Inc., and he wanted to show me his Sully stuffed animal. And he was so excited to get it, he hit his head on the door knob, and I think the lock on the door cut his forehead. There was just a lot of blood and I didn’t know what to do, so I brought him here.” She said, looking at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Liyah, it’s ok!” You handed your son over to Shawn, and pulled the girl into your arms. You shushed her as she cried, mostly from the sheer fear of what the night’s events consisted of.

Eventually, a nurse came over and explained that, despite the amount of blood, Leo didn’t need stitches. “Head wounds usually bleed quite a lot, but he just needs a Band-Aid and some ice.” He pulled out a few designed Band-Aids, “What one do you want, Buddy?” He asked, holding them up to Leo.

The toddler pulled out the one with paw prints on it, and handed it to you. “Ok, Mommy can put it on. I’ll go get an ice pack.” The nurse went to grab a small ice pack, and you peeled the back off of the Band-Aid. You stuck it on top of the cut, and kissed his head.

By the time you all left the hospital, it was nearing midnight, and everyone was pretty tired, so you offered to drive Aaliyah’s car back to the house, and she handed you the keys, falling asleep in the passenger seat.

anonymous asked:

Love your winterironwidow AUs, they give me life! But most are winterwidow to winterironwidow, how about we change it up a bit: Tony and Nat are working together (and being together) as a sort of "anything-for-hire" - they will steal, spy, assassinate and protect, whatever is needed, for money. And they are VERY good at what they do, what with Nat's infiltrating sneaky spy skills combined with Tony's computer/gadget skills and brains (and they are both excellent at acting). (1/2)

(2/2) Then one mission Tony’s cover has been blown and he has to disappear into the crowd. He spies a guy sitting alone in a café and sits down next to him asking him to hide him because some guys have been following him all day. Bucky, always the gentleman, does exactly that, and they proceed to have a wonderful first date which doubles as a job interview because turns out the former special forces sniper is currently unemployed, and has just the right skill set to compliment the other two.

“Tony,” Natasha says slowly, eyeing up the good-looking young man currently standing half-naked in their bedroom. “What did I say about cheating on me?”

“Not to, or you’d slit the bitch’s throat right in front of me and make me watch them die, then drown me in their blood,” Tony cheerfully replies, sauntering out of the walk-in closet he’d insisted every safe house would have to contain, while the stranger spluttered. “He’s got great abs though.”

“I can see that,” Natasha states drily because he really does. Dead-Hottie-Walking–and damn it, Tony’s ridiculous nickname habits are starting to rub off on her despite her best efforts–has earned the name. He’s also pulling himself together remarkable fast, refuses to break eye-contact with her despite the light blush that refuses to die down.

Natasha always respects a man who refuses to cower in front of her but is still smart enough to realise he’s in trouble.

“He’s also a sniper,” Tony adds, as though that is supposed to make her feel any better, and throws the guy a shirt he catches without looking. 

Oddly enough it does make her feel better.

“Really?” she drawls, attention still fully focused on the unknown threat. “And how did you come to lose your shirt?”

Dead-Hottie-Walking’s mouth sets into a tight line, before he visibly forces himself to relax, shrugs. “It got blood on it,” he answers, no inflection whatsoever. And yes, she can see why Tony likes him.

Damn it.

“So,” she leans against the door frame, folding her arms in front of her chest in a mock-show of patience. “Are you going to tell me why you’ve invited a virtual stranger in our,” secret “bedroom or should I go get my knives and get the answers myself?”

“Kinky,” Dead-Hottie-Walking mutters not quite under his breath. Definitely see why Tony likes him.

“It totally wasn’t my fault!” her loveable, genius, idiot of a boyfriend blurts out, hands flailing. “I was just doing my job, there was absolutely no way I could’ve foreseen-!”

Natasha suppresses a sign.

So this is going to be one of those days.

I adore this. I love the twist of Tony/Nat being a thing before Bucky joins them!!! (He totally will, it’s just gonna take some time, for one Nat will have to stop calling him Dead-Hottie-Walking at some point) I hope you like the silliness I came up with :)

anonymous asked:

Can I rec Break My Fall by reader115? It was posted like yesterday but I want it to just blow up because it’s SO good! It’s one of my new favorite fics! It’s so fluffy and adorable and has a plot twist that I wasn’t expecting and ahhhh I just love it!

looks cool! thanks for the rec my man!


Break My Fall by Reader115 (1/1 | 16,500 | Explicit)

“I mentioned Lance was also going to be here this week, right?”

Keith rolled his eyes and continued to stare out the window from the back seat of Shiro’s car, forced to give up shotgun to Matt when they’d stopped to pick up the Holt siblings earlier for this trip up into the mountains.

“You waited to tell him until we were literally parking the car in front of this middle of nowhere cabin?” Pidge asked, honest to goodness awe in her voice. “I didn’t know you were capable of that sort of deviousness, Shiro.”

“I’m sure it’s not that big a deal,” Matt said, twisting in the front seat to glance at Keith as if to weigh the honesty in his own words. “They only wanted to kill each other a little bit when they met over the summer, right?”

“Which was months ago,” Shiro added as he put the car into park and turned with a warning look aimed at Keith, despite Keith’s determination to not look at any of them. “I’m sure they’ve both matured immensely since then, and will do their best not to ruin fall break for the rest of us.”

Keith sighed and pushed open his door without responding. But he froze before shutting it when he glanced up at the cabin’s front porch and spotted Lance.

(minor shatt)