and for some reason he wants her back

Remember that time Celaena thought Rowan and Gavriel were lovers?

When we first meet Gavriel Celaena thinks he didn’t get any food, and brought some up to Rowan’s room to give it to him.

“Balancing the heavy tray on her hip, she knocked on his door. The murmuring within went silent, and for a second, she had the mortifying thought that perhaps the male was here for a far more intimate reason. Then someone snapped, "What?” and she eased open the door wide enough to glance in. “I thought you might want some stew and-”

Well, the stranger was half-naked. And lying on his back stop Rowan’s worktable. But Rowan was fully clothed, seated before him, and looking pissed as hell. Yes, she had certainly walked in on something private.“


Following up on my last post, white supremacist feminism was really on a whole nother level this week, claiming ownership over black bodies and black art everywhere they could.

The third image with Charles Blow, McEnany really called Blow UNAMERICAN because he insisted that she not touch him. and for some reason said it was just like when Maxine Waters said she didn’t want to talk to Trump and called her unamerican too.

and with that last picture, Camilla Long finds black people engaging in and appreciating black ART & black storytelling so unimportant and and non-existent that she really made Moonlight everyone but black people.

Is slavery still happening and no one told me? Are black people back to being owned? You never fucking know in Trump’s America.

Why CS will never work for me:

among other reasons…

This is how Hook was written into the show. 
Getting emma for him was like some kind of conquest.
As soon as he saw her he had the hots for her while she was like: 
“dude get off it -it aint gonna happen”
Only then it DID.  So it’s literally as if belle had married Gaston. 
Him getting her was never about her or what she wanted
it was always about 
“i never thought i could love again so you WILL love me back” 

Something about you part ii

Part one

Part three

Part four

Part five


In this chapter newt takes the reader to explore his case, pure fluff


Originally posted by newt-and-pickett

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?’ you could hear the worry in your sisters voice, clear as day, you gave her a reassuring smile. ‘I’ll be fine teenie, anyway, newt will be there he knows what to do. You go to work, go and bring some good back into the world’ you had said that every day before she left for work. That was the reason she became an aura, and you never wanted her to forget that girl, who was so focused, so ambitious and yet so full of kindness and a fierce determination to do what was right. She cupped your cheek before placing a kiss on top of your head, as she left.

“no Toby, you stay here with Queenie and Jacob, I’ll be alright. If you’re really good, they might let you try some of the sweets, that they’re making ’ You reassured your loyal companion as he nudged at your hand and let out a small whine. As newt flipped the new catches on his case, you could hear a slight rustling of fabric beside you, where Toby stood. “I promise I’ll take good care of her, I know how much you love her. Now please stop looking at me like that’ you giggled as newt tried to reassure your friend.

Newt took your hand, it was work worn and had several tiny raised scars, but it was gentle and fit perfectly with yours. He guided you to the case that you had heard so much about, but were only now getting the chance to explore. “you’ll have to step inside, and then there are a flight of stairs. Is that alright?’ you smiled at the kind man, not many people had this much patients and it warmed your heart knowing how hard he was trying to understand the best ways that he could help you and when to let you do things by yourself.

“thank you, for all of this’ your voice was hushed but you knew that he would be able to hear. You stepped carefully inside and gingerly made your way down the stairs, grateful for the hand rail that ran down the side of the rickety steps.

Floor boards creaked below your feet, your nose filled with the smell of earth, plants and several potions. It smelled a little bit like newt, though he always had a slight aroma of tea around him, along with something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, you had affectionately named it essence of Newton.

You heard the floor board squeak behind you, before you felt a hand that was becoming quite familiar in yours.

“are you ready? They have all promised to be on their best behaviour’ you giggled as you nodded, newt lead you to the first habitat. You could smell plants and soil, ‘these are the bowtruckles’ you smiled as newt explained what they were and what they did. You had already met Pickett, he had patiently allowed you to stroke his leaves and his spindly fingers, so that you could build a picture of him in your mind.

“I think you’ll like the fwoopers’ newt exclaimed his voice full of excitement. Beautiful bird song floated to your keen ears, as you entered the habitat, this one was far warmer than the previous one, the air was humid and sticky. Newt encouraged one of the fwoopers to rest on his spare arm, ‘this is Arnold, he was injured when I found him, he doesn’t fly to well now.’ Newts voice held a note of sadness, as he raised your hand for Arnold to investigate before allowing you to stroke him, his feathers were soft, almost fluffy he was shaped like an upside down egg, and he had Lovely long tail feathers which ended with little wisps. You smiled brightly at newt, ‘ oh he is beautiful, and such a lovely voice’ you crooned to the feathered creature, as he sang to you. “I had a feeling you would like him’ newt chuckled as he placed Arnold back on his perch.

Newt lead you around most of the other enclosures, if he was able to he would encourage one of the creatures to him, so that you could run your fingers over them, constructing an image of each species. You had taken a particular shine to Dougal, with his long silky hair. He had even aloud you to trace his face. Something that both you and Newt were pleasantly surprised by. You had found that he had large eyes, along with a small flat nose and a narrow mouth. He was currently holding your other hand in his rather human like one, as you and newt made your way back to the shed.

“newt’ you began shyly ‘newt, I was wondering, I know what your creatures look like now, but I don’t know what you look like’ your keen ears pricked as newt swallowed. “oh, I’m not much to look at’ his voice was awkward and hushed, ‘but I’m not asking to look at you’ you reassured him, keeping your voice low. “and anyway, Queenie says that you’re quite handsome, I would like to know if I’m missing out on anything’ newt snorted at that as he laughed, he guided you to sit down, on a stool, you could hear him getting onto his knees in front of you.

He took both of your hands gently in his own, placing them on his cheeks. You traced the bristly stubble along his strong jaw, up to his ears and along his high cheek bones. You ran your fingers gently over his lips, they parted, voluntary or involuntary you didn’t know, but you could feel newts warm breath tickling your skin as you explored. Your fingers ghosted over his straight nose, that rounded off into a cute little button at the tip. up to his eyebrows and over his closed eyes. Your hands drifted along his eye sockets, up to his forehead and to his soft curly hair. Both of your breaths were shaking slightly, he wasn’t exactly what you expected, but it suited him, he felt unique, as he should.

“well, I think Queenie sold you short,’ quite handsome’ just doesn’t cut it’ you could feel him smile as your hands had returned to his cheeks, you retraced his lips, so that you could memorize his smile, and store it away for future reference.


Have a great day and be safe

P.s. I do not regret staring at pictures of newt for a good twenty minutes, so that I could write that last section.

Okay, but I need more Rory/Felicity. She’s going to be pulling away, but y’all know he (as well as Oliver and Diggle obvs) is gonna notice. She’s the reason he’s back on the team. She sought him out and talked to him; opened up to him in a way that she hasn’t been able to with a lot of people. If he went to seek her out because lets face they’re probably going to get close if they haven’t already. 

“You didn’t give up on me when I wanted to quit and I’m not giving up on you….” 

Less angsty thought to finish this up with: I would also love for some cute bonding. Platonic coffee dates and such. I also feel like Rory is that friend that notices when you’re not eating, so he’s constantly offering food when she or any of the team members have been skipping meals. (It’s something that his mother did with him, his friends, and family). 

I just really need more Raglicity & more backstory on Rory. I need it. 

Why do you Think I Call Her Kitten?

A/N: For some reason my tags didn’t work on this one, I don’t know why! Hopefully they will next time. <3

Request:  Can I have one where misha is engaged but gets drunk one night and admits he loves the reader and it’s her he wants to be with ?

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Lots of alcohol, but mostly fluff

Word Count: 964

Originally posted by moosamuel

Misha was out with some of the other cast from Supernatural. Everyone was back in Vancouver after a small break from filming. You were there as well, Misha had announced that he had gotten engaged the day before, so Jensen made everyone go out since you all had one last day before everyone had to be back on set.

“She asked me to marry her. I couldn’t turn her down!” Misha yelled over the loud music and the other voices in the bar.

“That’s great man,” Jensen said with a that’s my boy tone, patting him on the shoulder, “really, I’m happy for ya.”

You could swear there was hint of doubt on Misha’s face, but it was probably just wishful thinking. You had been in love with Misha almost since you had started working on the show, but by the time you were ready to tell him, he had just started dating his now fiance.

Misha looked down the bar at you, with unsure eyes, but smiling. “What’s wrong with you kitten?”. Kitten was his nickname for you, your first week on set there was a stray kitten that had wandered on set, and the soft hearted person you were, you took it in. You couldn’t keep it at your hotel, and you since you didn’t have your own trailer, you kept it in Misha’s trailer because he wasn’t there that week. The next week when he came back to set, he found you with the small kitty in his trailer; and since then he’s just called you kitten.

“Nothing’s wrong, and my name’s Y/N, Mish.” You protested. Though you really didn’t mind him calling you kitten.

“And my name’s Misha.” He teased. This exchange happened often when he called you by your nickname.

“You know, you two are gonna have to quit flirting now that Misha’s gonna be a married man.” Richard chimed in.

“We’re not flirting.” You both deadpanned.

Rob threw his arms up in surrender, “Fine, fine, I’m just messin with ya.”

You rolled your eyes and everyone else joined Misha in an awkward chuckle.

As the conversation flowed between all of you and the night progressed, Jared thought it would be a good idea to start buying Misha shots.

“Jared, you know what happens when you get Misha hammered.” You said to him.

“What?” He said in defense, “Things get interesting?”

“Quit bein a party pooper Y/N” Jensen chimed in. It was obvious Misha was fine with doing the shots. You were just having a hard time keeping your jealousy at bay.

“I’m not, Jare, get me some shots too.” You were going to prove that you were fine with everything; and getting drunk was how you were going to do it.

An hour later and you had done four shots. You may have wanted to get drunk but you also wanted to pace yourself. Misha however was a different story, he was completely hammered. Everyone was laughing at the ridiculous things he said. The jokes he was telling, the way he was making fun of other cast members, and you had to admit, he was pretty funny.

You took your fifth shot and started to get hot. Tequila always made you feel like your skin was going to melt off, so you took off your top shirt so that you were just in your tank top, and you rolled up your jeans into capris. You hadn’t noticed the way Misha was looking at you, almost in awe.

He had just finished what he was saying, something about a guest role he did years ago, when he pointed at you and loudly announced, “But that girl, right there? I wish she had asked me to marry her.” Everyone stopped laughing and looked at him, surprised. “What?” He said, throwing his hands up, a grin growing on his face. “I’ve loved her since I found her with that cat in my trailer, why do you guys think I call her kitten?”

You could swear if your jaw dropped any lower it would fall to the floor. You were bright red, though a lot of it was from the buzz you had. You got up, faster than you probably should have, and turned to walk out of the bar. Misha must have snapped out of it and realized what he said because the next thing you heard was a stool falling, and Misha yelling after you, “Y/N, wait!” but you ignored him and kept walking.

Once you were outside, you took in a deep breath and sat at one of the tables with an umbrella on top of it. The weather was perfect, not too hot, not too cool. Misha came rushing out of the bar and spotted you, he walked over to you and sat down next to you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” but you cut him off and leaned in to kiss him. It was quick, but you needed to do it, you didn’t care how drunk he was or how buzzed you were.

“I don’t care. I love you. I have since you started calling me Kitten.” He didn’t know what to say. He just kissed you again. When he pulled away from you, you just looked at him for a minute.

“It’s, you I wanna be with, Kitten.” You could hear his voice crack, like he was getting ready to start drunk crying.

“Then be with me, but you’re drunk.” He rested his head on your shoulder. He smiled up at you, he was glad that Jared made him take all those shots. You looked down at him, pretty amused at the drunk man.

“You should go home Misha, I think you have a phone call to make in the morning.”

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So I was thinking about this after I watched the part were Sherlock went out with Faith at the beginning of TLD and came to the idea that the reason why Sherlock spent the night with her was because he wanted to make sure she didn’t commit suicide. Also we saw that she reminded Sherlock of John, practically confirming that he was suicidal at some point (or still is however you see it).
So my point is, maybe the number one reason Sherlock told John to stay with him at his flat back in the first season and took him to the case was because Sherlock knew John was suicidal and didn’t want him to commit suicide. John did have his gun at hand and since it was their first night there wasn’t a complete reason to have it near him unless he was having suicidal thoughts.


So I was wondering what it would be like if Kanan ran into one of his ex-girlfriends, so I wrote it down.


It was a busy day in the streets of Lothal. Kanan, Hera, Zeb, Sabine and Ezra were in Capital City’s biggest market looking for some much needed supplies. They had been eating ration packs for the past few weeks and everyone was sick of it. Well, everyone except Hera. After all these years Kanan was still surprised at how delighted she would get when any type of food was put in front of her, even if it made the rest of them want to puke, and they were no strangers to hunger either.

Kanan scanned the different fruit and vegetable stands looking for the ingredients necessary for a stew he hadn’t had in years. For some reason, he was really craving it recently. It went back to his days as a bachelor, working on some diner in a backwater world. He wasn’t a bad cook. People seemed to really like his food and, hey, he liked it too.

He was going through the recipe in his head when Sabine’s voice interrupted his train of thought.


It came from behind him, turning around to look at her he found her staring at him with a strange pleading look in her eyes.

“Yeah?” he responded.

“There’s an art store there” she said, gesturing towards it, “Can I go check it out?”

Oh of course. Art supplies. As if she doesn’t have enough already, he thought musing to himself. But he was in a good mood, and Sabine was a good kid. She deserved it. “Sure”

“Can I go with her?” Ezra said.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go with you guys. Zeb! Hera!” He called back “Keep looking for the supplies we’ll be right back” At Zeb’s grumbling response they went on their way.

The art store wasn’t much. It mostly had traditional paints used for Lothal folklore art (Kanan was surprised the Empire hadn’t cracked down on that yet). It also had drawing pencils, sketchbooks, water paints, etc… Pretty regular art store if you ask him, but, of course, Kanan was never much of an artist.

As soon as they got to the store, Sabine launched herself into the place. Her eyes glued to the different materials in the various shelves. While, Ezra mysteriously stayed at his side staring at the store from where they were both standing. Silent. Huh

“So…” Kanan ventured, raising an eyebrow.

“So what?”

“Aren’t you gonna go take a look?”

“Oh no…” He shrugged “I’m not much of an artist. Besides, I just wanted to get out of the streets. My hands get itchy when I’m around big crowds”

Kanan hummed and nodded in understanding. After years in the streets, pickpocketing was as natural to Ezra as breathing, he had needed it to survive. Shaking the habit must be tough, but he was still making the effort, which they all appreciated. The less attention drawn to themselves the better.

“You should still get something” Kanan insisted, “You could use a hobby”, which was true, Ezra was a busy kid. Between missions and training, Kanan wondered what he did whenever he did have time off.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean something to do in your spare time, you’re really busy. You could use something to help you cool off you know?”

“I already have hobbies”

Well, that was a lie if he’d ever heard one.

Really?”, Kanan said, incredulously, “Like what?”

“Uhhhh… I clean the ship”

That’s your hobby?”


“And you actually enjoy doing it?”

“Yes” Ezra said, with as much fake confidence as he could muster. Crossing his arms across his puffed chest.

“Then why do you whine every time Hera asks you to do it?”

“Uhhhh… it’s… you know…”

“Ezra” Kanan interrupted him, Ezra had clearly lost this battle “Go pick something, I’ve seen you doodle I know you like it”

“It’s fine, Kanan” He said, in an exasperated tone, “It’s money we could spend on something else”

Kanan sighed, So that’s what this is about then. The kid still had trouble letting other people take care of him, but this was an old argument. He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath and released it.

“Ezra”, Kanan said, slowly and patiently “We’ve talked about this. It’s no trouble”

Ezra sighed then looked up at him “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” He responded, chuckling slightly “Go!” he encouraged Ezra by pushing him slightly with his hand on his back.

Before Ezra went to explore he turned around “Hey Kanan?”



The made him smile “No problem, kid”

The minutes ticked by as the kids went through apparently every item this store had to offer, leaving Kanan alone. He rested his back against the wall and closed his eyes. Today was a good day. It was just him and the kids and no one was going to attack them. Today was a luxury.

He smiled to himself. They really were like a family. He did consider them his kids.

“Oh my gods! Kanan?” A familiar voice cut him out of his trance and made him open his eyes.

The sight was of a dark skinned woman with deep blue eyes and a curly long hair. One that he recognized.


Before he could say anything else a sharp pain struck him across the face. Yep, he was pretty sure he was gonna be walking around with a handprint on his face for the rest of the day. He instinctively reached up to grab it, trying to soothe it.

“Ok,ok” he muttered, putting his free palm up in defeat. “I deserved that”

He did. He really did.

“Yeah you certainly did” She said, as if echoing his thoughts. “After what you did to me I’d say you deserve more”

“What did he do?” Sabine’s voice came from behind him. He turned around to see her and Ezra standing right behind him, art supplies long forgotten. Great, he thought. Just perfect.

He had kept drunken past mostly hidden from the kids. He wasn’t proud of it. It was a dark time in his life. And now his past was staring at him in the face, in the form of a very beautiful woman who he had slept with a few alcohol-fueled nights then left behind as soon as he could. Although, in his defense, he had thought that she was a little insane at the time.

“Well, for starters, he…”

“WOW WOW WOW”, he interrupted her as soon as she started speaking, he doubted anything she was going to say was appropriate for the kids. His breakup with Jadah (or, well, his leaving Jadah) was due to a horrible misunderstanding. One that he did not want to explain in front Sabine and Ezra, “They don’t need to hear it”

“They don’t need to hear WHAT, Kanan?!” She snapped “The fact that you propose to me then left without so much as a note?”

“Ugghh” he groaned. Rubbing his face with his hand. He really wished the kids weren’t here.

“Wow Kanan” Said Sabine behind him

“I didn’t propose” he muttered into his hands

“What?” Jadah said, clearly annoyed

“I didn’t propose!”

“Oh yeah right now you’re just denying it!”

“No, I am not!”

“Oh yeah? How was I supposed to interpret ‘I want to marry you?’ huh?”

“I said COULD, I COULD marry you!” then he leaned in a spoke between clenched teeth “And considering the situation we were in I wouldn’t have taken it very seriously”. They had been together three nights the ‘incident’ happened in the last one.

“Oh so you’re saying I’m the fool for thinking you loved me while I had my lips around your…”

“Can we PLEASE not do this in front of the kids?” He interrupted.

“WOW Kanan” Said Sabine again, this time there was a slight chuckle in her voice.

“Sabine!” He said warningly, shooting her a look. Ezra looked puzzled. She just looked amused

“Who are these kids anyway?” She questioned, frowning as she said it, “Are they yours?”

“Uhhhh….”He hesitated, looking back at them. They just shrugged “Kinda?”

“What? How old were you when you got her pregnant? 13?”

“I’m taking care of them.”

“Who’s dumb enough to entrust you with their kids?”

“I’m a different person now.”

“HA! Like I would believe that”

“I am.”

“Really?  What sort of life changing decisions have you made since we last saw each other?”

“I quit drinking” Karabast, the kids would now know he was a drunk. Great. Just fantastic.

Jadah was taken aback, her eyebrows flew up in visible surprise “Wow” was all she could say. They hadn’t been together for that long, but she knew the type, the drunk drifter. Who spent all the money they won on booze. But she had given herself to him in hopes he would be different, she was thoroughly disappointed.

“Yeah” He said, grabbing his neck with one hand, looking down. “It became a real issue”

“Well what changed?

As if on cue Hera’s voice cut his response. “Kanan are you in here? What’s taking so long?,” As she saw the scene before her there was a slight pause and the she asked “What’s going on?”

Kanan sighed, then “She did”. Zeb was right behind her. Now everyone would see him humiliate himself. Great!

Hera walked over to Kanan’s side, put an arm around his waist and gave him a questioning look. He just gestured to Jadah in response, he was red. She then raised her free hand towards Jadah, inviting her to shake it. “Hey, I’m Hera”

“Jadah” She said, accepting the invitation.

“So… you and Kanan are… what exactly?” She said, a slow smirk tugging at the side of her lips.

Kanan turned to glare at her. Of course she knew what they were. She was probably enjoying this.

“Someone who he owes an apology to”

“Huh! I bet he does” She laughed and gave Kanan the do-this-or-no-sex-for-a-month look, at that point he didn’t have much of a choice.

“Listen, Jadah. I’m sorry, I really am. I was an asshole back then and you deserve to hate me. I am a different guy now. Hera and I have lived together for six years now and we have our own little family. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I know, but… I’m still asking for it” He meant every word.

Hera’s arm tightened around his waist, she looked up at him and smiled. There was pride in her eyes. He smiled back.

“Wow, so you have changed.” Jadah said in disbelief.

“I have” He shrugged.

“Apology accepted.” She smiled.

He reached away from raise his arms in invitation for a hug. She accepted and hugged him then pulled back

“Have a nice life, Kanan”

“You too”

And the she walked away.

They all watched her leave and then Kanan sighed and buried his head in his hands. That had been embarrassing and a reminder of the time of his life when he was wandering pointlessly around the galaxy hurting people in the process. It was not a nice reminder. The one thing that made it better was when Hera put her arms around his waist again and nestled by his side. “You did good” she whispered. Yes, he would always be grateful for her. Without her he’d probably be dead in a ditch somewhere. Death by alcohol. Or drugs. Or worse.

He leaned his head against Hera’s and their foreheads touched. He closed his eyes and focused on her presence, that always managed to calm him down. They were both enjoying the silence Sabine’s uncontrolled laughter broke it.

“YOU…” She said in between breaths “You… proposed…while… while… SHE WAS GIVING YOU A BLOWJOB?!” and now everyone was laughing. Even the store manager who, apparently, had been listening to the whole thing. Kanan wanted the ground to swallow him up, or a lighting to strike or really anything at this point.

Hera was doing her best to contain her laughter but some giggles slipped out. She gave him a sympathetic grin and said “Come on, luv. Let’s go home.”  

Living Dead Girl

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word count: 2,075 (Before lyrics)
Warnings: Minor violence and mentions of blood
Challenge:  This was written for @lunarsaturn88’s Halloween 2016 Challenge. My prompt was the song “Living Dead Girl” by Rob Zombie
Authors Note: An apology to @lunarsaturn88.  For some reason I had the last day of this challenge down as the 15th and when I went to get the link for the post I saw it was actually yesterday the 14th, so I am a day late. I hate being late!

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I bet Robin buys Morgan the same book every year for her birthday.

Avengers Alcohol headcanons

Cap: Samuel adams, like he wont drink bad beer but he’s not going to drink pretentious craft beer either, he finds that reasonably priced medium. The guy in the bar who feels like he can instruct the bartender on what channel should be playing on the TV and how loud it should be. After four beers he starts to point a lot.

Tony: He crosses the broad spectrum of alcohol, like from toasting everyone with Dom Perignon 2008 Vintage champagne to ‘ay who wants to watch me down this bud light lime out of caps helmut’ just 100- 0 real quick

Natasha: no its not stoli or russian standard, not all her vodka is russian you stereotyping fuks, but hey, you want some i have some out back its 89% and was brewed in a soviet war bunker by a guy named ivan, it’ll burn a hole in your tongue, your oesophagus and your soul, here i’ll pour you a shot

Bruce: Doesn’t know anything about wine but if he just asks for ‘the house wine’ at restaurants he knows he’s gonna sound like he’s ‘with it’ 

Falcon: classy belvedere vodka done in shots from the tackiest plastic shot glass he got free from a sale bottle of Sierra Nevada. Is in charge of the jukebox/ipod dock/aux cord and no one appreciates that but they should

Thor: MEAD and ALE served in TANKARDS by WENCHES and… you know… I guess Heineken or whatevers on tap is fine too…. I mean it’s not served in an ivory and gold drinking horn but….ok

Rhodey: Sierra Nevada or Blue Moon, beer for the man who knows what the term ‘hops’ actually means. He is the designated driver and knows his limits, he’s defintely only going to have one and then he’s going to make sure Tony isn’t going to steal thor’s cape and try and use the infinity gauntlet as a substitute drinking horn, he is going to be responsible. An hour passes. He is up on a table with tony, both wrapped in the cape, using caps helmet as the substitute drinking horn as they both scull bud light lime while singing sweet caroline

Bucky: Doing shots with natasha


Fine five star cognac aged in oaken barrels in some rich provincial french town shipped to his estate exclusively and served to him by a beautiful lady in a crystal glass carried on a polished vibranium tray as he sits in a plush leather chair overlooking his land

Clint: It’s always tequila, and every time he puts the little plastic sombrero hat on his head and thinks he’s really funny. That or he’s the guy that drunkenly pressures people to eat the tequila worm for an hour and then when no one wants to he does it himself and fifteen minutes later he’s vomiting behind someones car in the driveway

Wanda: did a shot of 89% soviet vodka and is regretting her decisions

Vision: Requires no alcohol as it serves no apparent function. Is enquiring to the whereabouts of a bucket so that he might assist wanda

Spider-man: tony stark let him have a sip of his bud light lime if he promised not to tell cap and it was so rad but oh my god that was so nasty but he cant say that because like its probably fancy millionaire beer, this is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to him, he can’t believe he was even invited to this party.

Ant-man: was not invited to this party

Fear and Desperation

A/N: This was a request for a Spencer x reader where the reader goes up to Spencer and kisses him and he finds himself kissing her back for some reason. When she pulls away, he sees that someone was following her. The requester wasn’t sure where I would go with it, but I have a definite idea. Enjoy! @coveofmemories


The desperation was coursing through you. You could feel a man’s footsteps behind you and they had been there for nearly four blocks now. Believing he wanted to hurt you, you didn’t dare turn around, slow down or travel down a remote street, so you kept heading in the direction of voices.

Suddenly, you turned a corner and saw two men and a woman walking in the direction of a car. You didn’t know what else to do. “Hey babe!” you said, running toward the slender gentleman with light brown hair.

When he turned around, you ran into his arms and kissed him right on the lips. However, instead of pulling back, he kissed you back. In this split second, you thought he would’ve pulled away. Once you’d pulled away, you looked at him in fear. “Please,” you whispered. “There’s a man following me and I don’t know what else to do.”

He shook his head slightly, kissing you again before grabbing your hand and beginning to walk again. “We’re going to a pizza place down the street,” he said quietly, motioning to his friends. “You’re safe now. We’re agents.” He gently motioned to a badge that was hidden in his pocket.

Finally, you managed to breathe, feeling as though you might make it home alive tonight. “Tell us about him,” the tall, built gentleman said, looking straight ahead. “What happened?”

You fought the urge to look at him, instead acting as though everything was normal. “I don’t know him,” you replied, “but he’s been following me for four blocks now and I didn’t know what else to do.” You smiled toward the man you’d kissed and he squeezed your hand.

“It’s okay. Is there anything you can tell us about him? Do you feel like he’s still following you?” he asked.

“I do,” you replied, still feeling his footsteps near you, except this time farther back than before. “He smelled of menthols and shit beer.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the blond woman pretend to drop her wallet so she could turn around and search for him without being obvious. After she turned around, you saw her give the muscle-y looking man a definitive nod. He was still following you. Who was this man? Why was he fixating on you?

“Here we are,” the tall gentleman said, placing his hand on the door of the pizza place to let you in first. As you walked in, the man you’d kissed placed his hand on your back ushering you inside.

Once you were inside and away from the rank smells of cigarettes and beer, you turned to your three saviors. “Thank you,” you said, clutching your chest. “Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I kissed you. I didn’t know what else to do.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you knew to stay in a well-populated area. Most people go off instinct and run, so they corner themselves. I’m Spencer Reid by the way and these are my friends Derek Morgan and Jennifer Jareau.”

“Thank you again, Spencer, Derek and Jennifer. I feel like I can breathe again.”

“We’re going to make sure you get home okay,” Jennifer said, pulling her wallet out again. “But in the meantime, do you want a slice of pizza?”

“I’m buying,” you insisted. “It’s the least I can do for you guys saving my life.” They all insisted they were agents and it was their job, but you didn’t know that when you ran up to them; you just thanked the gods they were there and willing to help. You placed the order and excused yourself to use the bathroom, walking to the back of the restaurant. Taking a deep, cleansing breath you got up and washed your hands before stepping outside again.

Quickly, you felt the door to the outside of the restaurant fly open - the familiar scent of menthols and beer invading your nostrils before a pair of hands grabbed you, pulling you outside.

“Spencer!” you screeched, feeling your vocal chords vibrate. “Derek! Jennifer! Help!” He was here and dragging you kicking and screaming. He was going to kill you. 

He pulled you into the alley, throwing you against the wall before putting his beer down and taking off his coat. Frozen in place, you felt the air leave your body as you realized what he actually wanted with you. As his fowl cigarette-laden breath grazed your neck, you squirmed, desperate to get away but with nowhere to run; he’d cornered you.

Fearing the worst, you were taken off guard when you heard the door slam into the brick wall again only seconds later. “Hands up!” Derek screamed, training his gun on your assaulter. The man looked around slowly before trying to make a run for it. However, with Spencer in his path, he wasn’t able to get any further than a few feet before he slammed him into the brick wall.

“Not going anywhere,” he said, taking Jennifer’s handcuffs and cuffing him.

Jennifer kneeled at your place on the wall, where you’d slithered down in a mix of horror and relief. “You’re okay,” she said. “He can’t hurt you.” She saw the fear in your eyes and helped you up off the floor, enveloping you in a hug. “It’s okay. We’re gonna make sure you get home okay.”

Within minutes, the local authorities were called and the man was taken into custody. It was cut and dry; so without any further delay, they told you that you could go home, as long as you returned to the precinct the next day to fill out paperwork and answer a couple of questions.

You were still shaking when Spencer placed his hand on your shoulder, asking if you were okay. “I-I’ll be o-okay,” you replied with a weak smile.

“Let’s get you home,” he said with a comforting glance.

As you got into Derek’s car, which was parked a block away from the pizza place, you finally allowed yourself to relax, falling asleep on Spencer’s shoulder as they escorted you safely home.

In light of Storm in the room....

I want them to bring back bismuth. Steven calls rose out on her hypocrisy, with shattering pink diamond yet bubbling bismuth for the same reason.
Steven should unbubble bismuth, admit he was wrong and he wants to try and reconcile with her.
Plus! A lot of people have criticized the characters for not being interested in actually rebelling, unless some outside force or threat compels them to do so.
Bismuth would be a great force to prompt the gems to try and take on homeworld and bring about endgame to defeat the diamonds.

Comments and options appreciated! Other su-critical blogs, what do you think?

Originally posted by livelonganime


A/N: I actually really enjoyed playing around with this! Anyways, all of the majors are what they are looking to get into after high school, so it dictates the courses they’re taking in high school.

  • Naruto: Communications Major. He chose this major because he’s striving to be heard and acknowledged, and communications lets him pursue this personal dream of his. In high school he strives to be class president but never succeeds for two reasons: 1) Poor grades and 2) Kiba.
  • Sasuke: Criminal Law Major. This will help him seek out his convict brother, and teaches him the skill set and gives him the authority to do what he believes to be right. In high school he is that one intellectual with the dark humor and the increasingly annoying superiority complex, who (irritatingly, some may say) also has the intelligence to back up his claims.
  • Sakura: Doctoring Major. Both of her closest friends are pursuing potentially dangerous fields, and so she wants to be able to aid them in any way they might need. In high school she is the captain of every female sports team.
  • Lee: Veterinary Major. He is a great athlete, but he has a passion for the protection and health of all animals. Kiba and Lee get along very well for this reason. In high school, Lee is the school’s best athlete and has broken every record that was ever established before his arrival. The most surprising record break he ever accomplished is arguably the flexibility test records. Watch out, ladies.
  • Neji: Business Major. His family has always been driven to a greater standing in Konoha, and so he is pursuing a business degree in the hopes of working his way into the Presidential office/Relations with the president him or herself. In high school, he had the best grades. He is somehow friends with everyone, even though he’s very rarely seen socializing with, well, anybody.
  • Tenten: Mechanics Major. She loves her tools, and she can outdo you at any project that you throw her way. In high school she is a shop god. With all the labour she does, she has some really impressive biceps too. She can bench press more than Sakura even can.
  • Shino: Wildlife Major. He lives for the conservation of forests and habitats, believing that even the smallest lives deserve to be protected. In high school he is a huge science nerd. He also writes all of Kiba’s class presidential papers.
  • Kiba: K9 Training Major. He loves dogs more than people, what more is there to say? In high school he is the class president. He wins all of the votes using Akumaru.
  • Hinata: Kinesiology Major. Her family has always had a keen understanding of the human body, and she decided to study it in depth in order to gain respect where it had been denied of her for so long. In high school she is the Mom friend. She also has a secret blue belt in Jiu Jitsu.
  • Shikamaru: Politician Science Major. Being a close friend of Naruto, he decided to use his brains to gain a foothold by which he could work his way into a position that he can advise Naruto in the future, in whatever path he pursues. He is by far the smartest student, but he is only awake in class when he has to argue with something that Sasuke said.
  • Choji: Culinary Arts Major. He loves good food, so he wants to be able to make good food. In high school he has taken all of the foods classes and he has befriended the lunch lady and often gets the best snacks from her. He’s also a bass in the school choir.
  • Ino: Psychology Major. Her Father was a psychologist in Konoha’s army, although he uses his gift in order to get information. Ino strives to use the abilities he has taught her, as well as the education that she will get in post-secondary, for good. In high school, she was the valedictorian. She was a cheerleader for some time, but eventually she decided that she was tired of being on the team and focused on her academic success.
A Bunch of Dialogue Prompts
  • “Did you actually just try to banish me?”
  • “I love people who are passive-aggressive. They’re just the best.”
  • “She knew all along, right?”
  • “There’s a surprise waiting for you back home.”
  • “Leave now or I’ll do it.”
  • “Your father would be so proud.”
  • “I literally cannot believe you did that.”
  • “She always made me feel like I was never good enough.”
  • “They say that mother knows best… Oh, the irony.”
  • “Never scare me like that again.”
  • “People always go on about the afterlife. But, like, what about the before-life?”
  • “Oh, God, he’s flirting with her again, be right back.”
  • “I swear to you, this is exactly how I found him!”
  • “He knows a lot of random facts about lions, for some reason.”
  • “No thanks, I don’t want to get arrested for the second time today.”
  • “It was the best of times, it was the shittiest of times.”
  • “Dear diary, today was the day I fell in love with a man from another world.”
  • “The first time I met her, she was hiding behind the sofa.”
  • “There are no winners. Only survivors.”
  • “You don’t understand, that necklace meant a lot to me.”
  • “I once punched a shark in the face.”
  • “Emotions suck.”
  • “So typical of you. Ruining my birthday one little lie at a time.”
  • “You go on and on about we’re not kids anymore but tell me why I just signed for a bouncy castle package in your name.”
  • “My ninth life was the worst one.”
  • “I don’t remember anything about you.”
  • “That was the last time I ever saw him naked.”
  • “Uhh… Has nobody else noticed that all these people are translucent?”

So we know Mashima does this thing where he explains why good guys go bad and ultimately become our villains (and then eventually may go back to being good again)?

So what if Acnologia does have a reason for going as berserk as he does?

And what if that has something strongly to do with Anna Heartfilia? She was alive in the age of the dragons. Plus, there has to be some concrete reason why Anna would willingly put a responsibility as heavy on her descendants as the one Layla bore (one she didn’t want Lucy to ever inherit).

What if Acnologia and Anna were the back-in-the-day versions of Natsu and Lucy? Only something somewhere went really really bad; bad enough to leave them a twisted fate instead of a happy one.

Power Couple (Part 5)

*Requested: Power Couple part 5 (this is from Minho’s perspective). Enjoy.*

Sweat dripped from her nose down to the ground and it made me want to kiss her. Usually sweat and klunk like that is gross but for some reason, everything about Y/N is perfect. Everyday there’s a part of me that worries about her leaving me for some other shank like Gally or someone. But she always comes back to me and I could never tell her how grateful I am for that.

The reason there’s sweat is because we just had to control a Runner who got stung. That would be weird any other day in the Glade but this one was asking for it. He went out at night and somehow found himself stung. Nobody knows what’s going on but Y/N and I just ran over and tackled him. She was straddling him and pinning his arms up above his head and for some reason it made me jealous.

“Babe, he’s unconscious,” I said and threw the rock I hit him with back onto the ground.

“I know, but imagine how happy he’d be if he knew the only girl in the Glade was in this position with him,” she said and I couldn’t help but laugh at her humor.

“Right, but it makes me jealous and honestly a little turned on and right now isn’t the right time,” I said, leaning down and whispering it in her ear.

She blushed but smiled confidently at the same time before letting our lips brush against each other.

“Later I’ll have you in the same position, and you won’t be unconscious, I promise,” she whispered back and I fully attached my lips to hers, savoring the taste of them.

“Now let’s get this slinthead to the Med-Jack hut,” she said and stood up, brushing herself off and standing tall.


The day was over and the Y/N and I had completely forgotten about the new Greenie. We had to cancel our private plans and go to the Bonfire, me angry at my lack of alone time with her after her promise, and her excited to meet the new kid and have some of Gally’s drink.

We scanned the crowd, my arm around her waist. She just felt good to have on my arm, not just because I knew all the other shanks wished they could switch places with me, but because we know my arm belongs there. She feels just right in my arms and I wouldn’t ask for it any other way.

Y/N spotted the Greenie first and pointed him out. He was skinny but tall, and he was already blending in with the other guys, drinking and laughing.

“I’m going to go talk to him,” Y/N said and started walking towards the Greenie.

“Don’t let him fall in love with you!” I said back and watched as she winked at me reassuringly before jogging over to him. There was just something about watching her jog that always got to me. No matter where she was, there was always that determined Runner in her. I hated to see her jogging away from me, but it’s not that it’s an unfamiliar sight. She’s the fastest Runner in this shuck Glade.

I focused my attention on the guys around me, laughing and having a conversation about some dumb thing Chuck said today. I listened in and soon found myself laughing along with them, the buzz of Gally’s special recipe flowing through my body steadily.

Then I heard my name in a low murmur that ran across the whole group. I shot my eyes up and instantly went on a search for my girl. There she was, struggling to push the Greenie off of her. I dropped my jar and barely heard it shatter as I ran over to her.

“Minho-” she said and all I did was nod before I pushed the Greenie onto the ground.

“Did you just touch Y/N?” I spat and he seemed to suddenly sober up and start shaking.

“I asked you a question shank!” I yelled and the Greenie frantically nodded. I let one punch hit his face hard before standing up.

“Touch her again and you won’t be alive when I’m done with you,” I said and walked towards Y/N, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her with everything I had. The other Gladers were quiet as I held her hand and walked with her. I would’ve picked her up but I knew she wanted to walk off on her own. That’s the kind of girl I fell in love with. Tough, determined, and absolutely perfect.

“Are you okay?” I asked when we made it to a small corner in the Homestead. She nodded quickly before grabbing my head and kissing me, fast and passionately. I felt her thanks in every second of the kiss.

“Anything I do with you, there’s a spark,” she whispered and I wanted to say so badly how much I love her, but I couldn’t form a single string of words that could begin to describe how I felt.

“You are the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning, Y/N. And you’re the only thing that makes me want to stay up all night and I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me and how you save me everyday with just the way that you are but I can’t,” I said desperately, kissing her in between words.

“I love you,” she whispered and I smiled at her.

“Ready to pin me down?” I asked and she laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist and walking us out.

Years ago, I wrote a story called The Coffee Shop Alternative.  I spent dozens of hours working on a sequel for it that I could never make work.  However, I always liked this part, and I regretted not sharing it.  Context if you haven’t read that story, but for some reason want to read this: Amy is the one who was weary about sex until Sheldon and Amy do it on her birthday (years before canon).  At Amy’s birthday dinner, Mrs. Fowler repeatedly attacks Amy and her character and physical appearance until Sheldon gets frustrated and yells at Mrs. Fowler in Amy’s defense.

Amy woke up in the morning to Sheldon still sleeping in her bed.  He was on his back with his head turned toward her and a very peaceful look on his face. That was quite pleasant, and she could get very used to it.  She also woke up to a couple of missed calls and four text messages from her mother the night before.  Amy had forgotten that her parents were due back from their cruise the night before.  She scrolled through the texts.  Amy missed the calls and texts because she had been in bed with Sheldon already.

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Here’s a secret people don’t want to let you in on: No one’s got it figured out.

You’ll see it flash before you when your friends jump from relationship to relationship. You’ll see it in your sister when she transfers colleges to pursue a totally different degree. You’ll see it in your father when he cries and your aunt when she loses her brother and your grandmother when she totals her car.

But for some reason, you still can’t believe you don’t have it all figured out. You still stay up picking apart your flaws and all the things holding you back. You learn how to connect stars together to form a constellation perfect and still, life doesn’t go in quite the way you want it to.

It always comes back to the fact that life happens. You go through a break-up. A family member or friend passes away unexpectedly. Your grandfather gets cancer. You find yourself in debt you can’t afford. You change majors or fail a class. You may even find yourself sad for no reason at all and you have to pause your plan to take care of your mental health.

The point is it’s okay if you’re eighteen and you don’t feel like a grown up. Have you ever asked a “grown up” if they feel grown up? The answer is “no” much more often than you’d think. Because the point of life isn’t to be grown up. The point of life is to grow.

—  Growing doesn’t have an endpoint