and i know it's a really horrible idea to drink tea at night

Jaebum/Youngjae; Call it magic, call it love

Inspired by 2jae’s newest vlive and this.

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“C’mon, hyung,” Yugyeom prods, his voice coming almost whiny through the phone Youngjae is holding up to his ear. “It’s gonna be fun.”

“I’m sure,” Youngjae sighs, swatting away the green vine that’s trying to wrap itself around his wrist and hissing at it to stay still before turning towards the phone again. “I really can’t today though.”

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Swept Off My Feet (Part 9)

Title: Swept Off My Feet, Part 9

Misha x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: language, mention of vomiting/illness, very brief mention of abortion, mild angst, fluffffffff.

A/N: I’m soooooo sorry this part took so long. Enjoy.

Swept Off My Feet Master List

Originally posted by castiellover77

3 Months Later

You picked up the last cracker from the box and popped it into your mouth. “Shit, I’m gonna have to make a run to the store.” Tossing the empty box into the trashcan under your desk, you sighed. This was the sixth day you had worked in a row. Thank God the shelter closed on Mondays, finally giving you a day off tomorrow.

You jumped as the page call on your desk phone sounded. “Y/N?” you heard Katherine asked through the speaker. You picked up the phone to answer the page.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Th—there’s a visitor here for you.” You could hear Katherine smile through the phone.

You raised an eyebrow as you paused. “Who?” Click. Bitch.

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Snape Appreciation Month Day 14: Favorite Relationship

(this is late, but i didn’t get a chance to do it, so prepare for some headcanons on my platonic ships bc idk what else to write. snape hated everyone irl)

Lucius Malfoy: 

  • lucius took snape under his wing during hogwarts  because the kid was brilliant and lucius knew he had potential 
  • he was right 
  • snape rather enjoyed the first few years of hogwarts (i headcanon lucius to be in fifth year when snape started school) because he had his bff lily evans and association to lucius gave him status in slytherin 
  • when lucius graduated, they corresponded regularly 
  • they’ve gotten drunk together
  • lucius is a crying drunk (there’s a reason narcissa won’t let him drink more than 2 glasses of wine at their christmas ball) and severus drank more to deal with lucius’ emotional rampage
  • he doesnt really remember that night much
  • lucius is glad
  • lucius would have liked severus to be dracos godfather but he knows snape is a half blood and blood purity is v important to the malfoys
  • the malfoy library is very impressive and one of the reasons snape made regular visits
  • lucius is very annoying to be around when he’s in public/around other people because he tries too hard to cultivate an image. severus prefers when they’re in his personal chambers with strong tea or in lucius’ study with a measure of expensive whiskey 

Minerva McGonagall:

  • two words: QUIDDITCH RIVALS
  • they are cut throat and blood thirsty when it comes to winning the cup. nobody else really realizes how competitive snape is when it comes to quidditch but mcgonagall fucking knows 
  • they always have a bet going
  • not just on quidditch but on everything: who’s going to get drunk first at christmas? who’s going to get drunk first at new years? 
  • they get lunch during hogsmeade weekends together. its always minerva’s idea and snape complains, but he’ll never cancel on her if he can help it 
  • they’re each others lesson plan and published articles proof-readers
  • if it weren’t for minnie, sev would have never tried to publish anything
  • still, he only does it under a psuedoname
  • severus knows exactly how she likes her tea (1 sugar and a good splash of whiskey) 
  • severus once tried to outdrink minerva mcgonagall and lost horribly. he babbled on about his childhood/school years and later pretended he didn’t remember a thing
  • he wishes he didn’t remember a thing
  • they don’t talk about it
  • ever
Primal PT 2

Part One is here. It’s always nice to hear what you all think. Please enjoy.

They were both sweaty messes. Despite going to yoga since her Mommy/Daddy and Me classes when she was three, Molly still hadn’t discovered the secret to leaving the studio with a healthy glow on her face instead of a waterfall. As Ashton and Molly made themselves comfortable at their small wooden table in one of their favorite local spots, Ashton adjusted a grey blue beanie over his head. It was all he could do to hide his now greasy, but very zen locks. 

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[Headcanon] How Kumo really ended up with the Nibi.

Alternatively: That one time Tobirama made friends with the Necromancer Hellcat.

Because I can totally see the Nibi trolling the Shinobi world. Mito thinks it’s hilarious, and Tobirama has got to get his kicks somehow.

It begins when Mito seals the Kyubi into her navel with nothing but ink and chakra. Suddenly the whole shinobi world is gearing up, ready for battle. In the idiot-mind of Tobirama’s older brother (seriously, this naïve trusting nature of his will get him killed someday) the best thing to do is to track down the other bijuu, seal them up into nice little packages, and ship them off to neighboring countries.

‘Everybody gets a Bijuu!’ He announces over the kotatsu during dinner one night, beaming at his own brilliance.

Tobirama facepalms when he hears this.

Mito snorts, but secretly she agrees with her brother-in-law.

This can only end in tears.

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It was supposed to be simple. Just one, sordid night between the sheets. No emotions, no strings attached. But things never went according to plan, and Garfield and Raven find their lives more tangled than ever before…


The sweet aroma of hot chocolate tickled Raven’s nose. It was soothing, almost, providing some lull to the panic brewing within her mind. She blinked as a mug appeared in her line of sight, the steam puffing up into the air in delicate, pale wisps.

“Here,” Nightwing said, his voice soft and gentle. Raven took the mug gratefully, almost sighing at the comfortable warmth spreading into her palms. As a tea drinker, Raven loved the feeling of a good, warm mug resting in her hands. It was an odd comfort, but one she appreciated now nonetheless.

“I hope you like marshmallows,” Nightwing said. “I put the little ones in there.”

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Originally posted by lenaluthar

It was just about one in the morning and Arthur could’t sleep. It was an unsettling side effect of war; horribly vivid dreams about fighting again, keeping him awake. When he noticed Linda wasn’t in bed next to him he got up to find her, probably snaking in the kitchen. On his way he couldn’t help but peak into your room, see you peacefully sleeping but the your bed was empty and he curtains were blowing in the breeze coming from the open window. “Shit.” He muttered to himself, turning furiously out of the room.

“Linda!” Arthur bellowed as he ran down the stairs into the kitchen where his wife was sat in a chair dippings chips into an ice cream carton perched on her round belly.

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bts member : jungkook x reader

Genre: angst /smut

rated mature :  but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream  !

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thank you sooooooooooooooooooo much for 1K FOLLOWERS ; i feel so happy 

Are you feeling okay now “ jimin asked as he stepped closer to Bel’s bed

"yes sir thank you and i’m so sorry it shouldn’t happen , but the bare accidentally dropped and it hit my feet

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In control V

Originally posted by sehuntiful


//Yixing x you

Word count: 1,848

Summary: Yixing loses his grip, both on the track and in his life, and you are a countersteer he needs to go straight again


Words slurred into his sweater are surprisingly clear. They seem to cut the air so cold that it’s almost crispy. His fingers clench even tighter on your jacket, and you can hear the crunch of the fabrics. He sucks in a shaky, broken breath, his chest spasming against yours. You don’t know whether it’s his relief, or whether he is fighting his tears.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I'm having really bad anxiety attacks because it's finals week and I'm afraid of failing a class I should've done really well in but didn't because the professors a dick and tests on tiny little details that shouldn't be important anyway I'm ranting a lil how would the RFA handle MC freaking out over finals

Hiya anon we are so sorry to hear about rough finals and your dick of a professor and we really hope this helps you!  - Mod DK

Hope your finals week ended up going smoothly! We’re both college students so we know exactly how rough it can be. Good luck to anyone still dealing with finals! Love you guys. - Mod MC


  • Finals are coming up and after events that happened with the RFA your grades may have slipped a little and now you’re in full freak out mode.
  • 2 weeks before the finals start you have a mental break down.
  • Zen considerably flips out, he’s never seen you like this before.
  • Hell you barely batted an eye when Saeran attempted to kidnap you but this brought you to your knees.
  • Seriously, grades suck ass.
  • Zen calms you down and gets you a cup of your favorite tea and gives you an amazing back rub.
  • “ZEN THE KNIGHT WILL SAVE HIS PRINCESS” he proclaims as he opens your calculus textbook
  • With one look at the first page he slams the book shut and looks at you with newfound respect in his eyes.
  • He tries to help you by tutoring you but since he isn’t familiar with the subjects you were studying he can’t help much.
  • So instead he makes flashcards with you and quizzes you on said flashcards.
  • He brings you coffee and tea constantly.
  • Even though he knows pulling all nighters is bad for your skin he will still stay up with you because he loves you that much.
  • And then he promptly puts strawberries over his eyes to help the swelling
  • he is an actor after all.
  • He constantly tells you how much he believes in you and how smart you are.
  • You are tempted to just study for hours on end but he always gently reminds you to take breaks and short naps because Jahee gave him all these tips on how to study like a pro.


  • Your professor reminds you that finals are coming up in a week and like every normal college student you freak out.
  • You end up on the floor of your shared apartment with Yoosung just rocking back and forth.
  • Yoosung comes back sees you on the floor and sits down and starts rocking back and forth with you.
  • You both are so screwed.
  • After hours of having a crisis you try to get your shit together.
  • You know that if you try hard enough both you and Yoosung will be able to make passing grades.
  • Every free time you both have you are studying.
  • Coffee cups are everywhere and chocolate milk cartons because at one point Yoosung remembers the pass out after drinking caffeine syndrome and freaks out again.
  • You and Yoosung make a pact to not play LOLOL until finals are over.
  • It’s hard and sometimes you catch him playing but you let it go because he is doing his best and needs some time to just relax and have fun.
  • You both somehow pass and you both end up crying and have a marathon of playing LOLOL and eating the perfect balance of junk food.


  • Finals. Are. Coming.
  • You are freaking out and seriously reconsidering dropping out and moving to New Zealand and becoming a sheep herder for the rest of your life.
  • After a horrible nightmare where your final exam comes to life and tries to eat you he figures out what is going on and intervenes.
  • He is kinda offended that you didn’t come to him first but
  • You are kinda doubtful of his teaching methods when his first “brillant idea” is to eat a shit ton of Honey Buddah Chip and chug PHD Pepper but you have no other choice.
  • You already knew that Luciel was a genius but damn this boy really knows everything.
  • And even though some of his teaching methods were unconventional he was a really great tutor.
  • When he wasn’t working he would be reteaching you the shit you didn’t understand which really makes you wonder about why you are paying your really expensive school fees.
  • Seven already has really bad habbits of not eating right and pulling all nighters so he never discouraged you from the same
  • There were many timesyou woke up from falling asleep on your very uncomfortable textbooks.
  • Even though you looked and felt like shit when finals finally came around you passed all of your classes and then fell asleep for 24 hours straight right after.

- Mod DK


  • You are the best procrastinator in the world.
  • Due tomorrow? Do tomorrow
  • That’s been your motto for the past few years of college.
  • You’ve never had a significant other around finals time to encourage you to get your work done at a reasonable hour
  • Jumin has never had a significant other
  • And he’s never seen you during finals time
  • He didn’t know how bad your habit of procrastination was.
  • It was the night before your portfolio of work was due for your writing class and you hadn’t even started.
  • Jumin was frustrated because it was already 2am and you had yet to come to bed but he understood you were busy.
  • When he heard something thud in the bathroom and your muffled curses follow he was out of the bed in a flash.
  • He whipped the bathroom door open only to find you in the tub
  • Not taking a bath though (ya perverts)
  • You were in the tub scrubbing away with cleaning products.
  • Cleaning was one of the most effective ways you had to procrastinate.
  • Jumin was a little miffed to say the least, “MC, we have a maid for that.”
  • Then the tears started to fall as you began freaking out.
  • You explained that you were procrastinating and after a short lecture from Jumin he made you get to work.
  • He called out of work the next day, much to Jaehee’s chagrin just so he could stay up and make sure you kept working.
  • You did however get the best back rubs ever while you were typing away
  • The two of you took a bath together the next day to relax ;)


  • He cracked his knuckles and stood up from his desk chair, he was done working for the day.
  • He walked to your shared room only to find something strange.
  • When he found you asleep in a pile of papers on the bed he knew something was up.
  • He blew his bangs out of his face and walked over to you quietly
  • He saw how tense you looked and shook you awake
  • You jerked awake, eyes flying open as you realized what happened.
  • “No, no, no. This isn’t happening, Shit!”
  • You frantically shuffled through the papers attempting to get them in some sort of order.
  • He saw the beginnings of a panic attack
  • He was so not okay with you doing this to yourself.
  • In a move somewhat unlike him, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed you to his chest.
  • He wasn’t going to let you have a total meltdown.
  • “MC, tell me what’s wrong, I want to help.”
  • You didn’t want to burden him but you couldn’t afford to turn down the help.
  • You explained that you had a really hard final first thing in the morning and even though you’ve been studying like crazy for the past few weeks you still feel like you aren’t getting the content.
  • He’s immediately ready to help
  • He’s super smart just like his brother so tutoring you is no problem.
  • The two of you make flashcards and he teaches you everything as you make them
  • You’ve never understood anything so well in your life.
  • You thank him with an A1 makeout session before the two of you go to sleep


  • He noticed you were slightly wobbly when you came home from school
  • “MC, are you drunk?”
  • You explained that you were not in fact, drunk, just very sleep deprived.
  • You had finals all week and you hadn’t slept the night before because you were studying.
  • V remembered those days.
  • You went to make yourself another cup of coffee
  • He straight up confiscated your cup and ushered you to bed.
  • “Nap time, MC.”
  • “But, V, I have to study.”
  • “No Ifs, ands, or buts MC. You’re taking a nap and once you aren’t completely out of it I’ll help you study.”
  • You slept for five hours
  • When you woke up you smelled food
  • You went to find V and were pleasantly surprised to find V with a plate full of dinner for you and neat stacks of flashcards sitting on the coffee table.
  • “I hope you don’t mind but I used your textbook to make flashcards while you were napping.”
  • You felt so guilty and told him he should have woken you up.
  • He was so not having it tbh
  • “You needed your sleep MC, besides I’ve gotta keep my darling healthy and happy. What sort of lover would I be if i couldn’t manage that.”
  • You knew he wouldn’t let you refuse to you just went along with him spoiling you while you studied.
  • You made sure that he got all of the cuddles and spoiling he could handle once your finals week was over.

- Mod MC

anonymous asked:

My face looks horrible right now and its only getting worse. I have acne on literally every part of my face right now and since I have a Mom of Color™ she refuses to let me go see a dermatologist and keeps telling me that my acne is my fault. I've cried so much about this and I really don't know what to do. I finally got enough courage to talk to this guy and now I don't even wanna be seen in public anymore bc I look so bad! Any tips on what I can do and how to not let acne control my life?

Oh my God I’m so sorry hun, acne is like the worst shit ever :/ 

I’m sorry your mom is telling you it’s all your fault - I’m white, so I don’t really understand  Mom of Color™ problems,  but if you wanna talk about it my chat box is open. 

Even though you can’t see a dermatologist, there are still things you can do to try to help clear up your skin. If you’re not drinking a lot of water, now is the time to start. Drink as much as you possibly can. It helps flush toxins from your body and will help clear up your skin.

Change out your pillowcase every few days if you aren’t doing so already. You want anything your face touches to be as clean as possible. It can help to buy and extra pillowcase or two if you can afford it so you’re not doing laundry 24/7.

CLEAN YOUR PHONE SCREEN. Don’t be putting a dirty phone that’s covered with dirt and makeup and oils from your hands on your face. That’s just acne waiting to happen.

Always wash your face before you go to bed and when you wake up. The product you use for this will kinda depends what your skin is like - if it gets dry easily, I wouldn’t use a harsh acne product twice a day - use something milder in the morning and use the harsher one at night or vice versa. 

There are a lot of acne spot treatments in stores. I like ones that have 2% salicylic acid, but that’s just what has seemed to work for me best. It could be a different active ingredient that works for you - or, if your skin is dryer or more sensitive, get a product with only 1% salicylic acid. 

This can help you try to figure out the sources of your acne - while this guide isn’t perfect and doesn’t work perfectly for everyone, it can give you some good tips and ideas to target your problem areas:

I don’t know if this applies to you bc idk if you have a menstrual cycle, and since your mom won’t let you see a dermatologist, I’m assuming that seeing a doctor to get birth control is out of the question as well, but I figured I’d mention it. I’m on a hormonal birth control called Quartette that I LOVE - I only have periods 4 times a year (every 3 months) which is amazing because my acne always flares up with my period, and my back issues get a lot worse. 

Tea tree oil is also a widely-used natural treatment for acne, so that is an option for you as well. 

If you use makeup, it might be a good idea to go a few days without foundation/concealer (like on a weekend or something when you know you won’t be going anywhere) to see if it helps. Take before/after pictures if needed. You might simply need to switch to another product.  

Let your skin breathe. Take off your makeup as soon as possible when you get home.

CLEAN YOUR MAKEUP BRUSHES. Like your phone, over time your brushes will get full of old makeup, dirt, and oils from your face. If you use makeup on the regular like me, I wash mine about once a week but I’m not really sure what most people do - this is just what I’ve found works best in my case.

Also, I know acne can make this hard, but work on your self-confidence. Your beauty is not related to whether or not you have clear skin. You are beautiful regardless. Tell yourself this every day. Live it, even if it’s hard and eventually you will start feeling it. 

I hope this helps babes <3


Wake up feel the air that I’m breathing

A/N. this is the second and last chapter of ‘close your precious eyes and just realize i’m still fighting.’ Hope you enjoy~

Sobo- grandmother

Suna is constant and unchanging, a contrast to Konoha’s continuous transformation with skyscrapers appearing all over the city. It is still scorching hot in the mornings and afternoons but deathly cold in the evenings. She still remembers that one time she got stuck in the house due to a sandstorm. The wind howled in her ear and she could barely see the sun through the grains of sand that were swirling around in the air. The desert is beautiful but deadly, Sakura decides with a smile as she steps outside the doorsteps.

“Hi.” She says, a bit breathless and a small smile on her face.

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anonymous asked:

You seem like you're a pretty big booster of lamentations of the fire princess. Why not Lanyrinth Lord or Dungeon World?

Good question. 

I should mention this first: I am under currently under contract to write an adventure for LotFP, tentatively titled ‘Blood in the Chocolate’. This book isn’t a sure thing yet, but it is something I’m currently working on. HOWEVER, my abiding affection and appreciation for LotFP books and their creators (James Raggi, Jez Gordon, Zak S, Zzarchov Kowolski, Kelvin Green, et al) predates this body of work. I just feel that it’s worth stating upfront.

Second, I know that TRPGs are a malleable thing. Every person’s game is unique and different, and just because you play a specific game doesn’t mean that game needs to resemble the game on the cover of the book. Every game is hackable, and you can play them however you want, regardless of what the rules say. That said, LotFP does a lot of things as written in the rules/adventures/art that I’m a fan of (which I go on to explain). No hacking needing.

So…why am I a big booster of Lamentations of the Flame Princess?

First, to get this out of the way, the reason I’m not a proponent of Labyrinth Lord is because I don’t really play it. It’s a good game, but it’s very much in the ‘retro-clone’ camp. While LotFP began as a similar kind of game, over five years of publishing later it has definitely become something else.

I don’t really play Dungeon World either. I think it’s a cool game, but I don’t have enough experience with it to really be a big fan. Maybe I’ll be coming around to it in the years to come. 

Lamentations of the Flame Princess, on the other hand, is a game I am invested in. It does the following three things that, while perhaps not revolutionary for the TRPG industry, are certainly very welcome and are core to my appreciation of the game.

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Chasing the sun

So finally this the story I was supposed to get out on V-Day. Buuuuut real life happened and it was delayed. So my apologies for that

Anyway what do you need to know for this fic? Its canon based, by that its mostly tries to be “canon” with a few of the more unnecessary details tossed out, for example I didn’t bother dealing with SaiIno so that doesn’t exist.

If it had to take place on a timeline maybe around two years after chapter 700 but whatever

Disclaimer: This is a lemon okay? Those of you who don’t know fanfic terminology this means there is sex involved. There will be a sex scene. I just needed to wrap a story around it to legitimize myself as an artist .

So you know I can’t stop you young kids from reading it. But you all know you  shouldn’t. So I am not the corrupting the youth. They are all ready corrupted lol

Also its an affair fic so y'know if that bugs you then please don’t read it and get your feelings hurt.

I don’t condone cheating in real life and if cheating occurred in canon I’d go “hey that ’s a little weird for kid’s story and out of character”

But this fanfic. And I think canon broke character so…..

There are some song lyrics in here and I’ll let you know what the name of the song is at the end.

Also these are the lines I used in the audience participation “contest”. I forget who sent them to me and since I am trying to rush out this fic tonight so I can go to bed I will edit this tomorrow with the names after work.

‘I miss that smile" - dancingnarthaki

“ I should’ve told you what you were meant to me” (A variation of)  “Are you drunk again?” — crossingfield14

“Don’t smile. I might fall for you more” - antaiheenata

If I used one of your quotes and I forgot to give you credit let me know.

Anyway please enjoy this long ass fic


The Seventh woke up with one of the worst hangovers he had ever experienced

This was saying something since over the last few years he had come to know a handful of intense hangovers. He was currently sprawled out on his back on what he had first imagined was grass but upon closer inspection appeared to be carpet. Next to him lay two empty bottles of sake.

Remarkably the words of Naruto’s godfather managed to burst through the haze of confusion.

If you ever find yourself waking up in a strange place after a night of hard drinking you need to immediately try and remember three things. Where you should be, what you were doing before you blacked out and who you should be waking up with. Don’t even move until you can answer at least two out of three of those questions.

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Supergirl aesthetics - SuperCat - High School AU

“You shouldn’t smoke.”

“I probably shouldn’t drink either,” Cat’s voice is already a bit roughened from the alcohol and the cigarette, as she sits on the wide windowsill and breathes smoke into the night air.

Kara closes the door to Cat’s bedroom behind her and leans against it, marveling at the way the light of a nearby streetlamp lets shadows play across Cat’s features, highlighting random details of her face.

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Griffith House Rules | 3k | M

Five times Angie heard noises coming from Peggy’s apartment and the one time she caused them.

Living Arrangements | 3.5k | T

Angie almost says, I think Peggy and me are basically married, and I don’t think she’s noticed, just to see the look on Jarvis’s face.

Tony and the Gal Pals | 16k | Not Rated

“Hey Peg, you here? You’re never here early. Should I be worried?”

Tony froze, looking to Peggy for direction. Only then did she think that perhaps she should’ve consulted Angie before absconding with Howard’s child and bringing him to their home.

i broke my bones playing games with you | 22k

Captain America wakes up and causes quite the scene too, bursting into the middle of Times Square and turning circles around in wonder. The video plays over and over on the news, which Angie watches then, over and over, at the diner. There’s the gorgeous Peggy Carter, at the center of a storm of suits and Escalades, staring up at the big lights. She doesn’t look a day over 26, and honestly, Angie thinks she looks beautiful. Modern day AU where Peggy is Captain America.


Nothing Says I Love You LIke Following Procedure | 2k | M |

Or Clint Barton’s Guide to the Proper Care of a Handler

Hel’s Bell’s | 3k | T | 

“Will that work for your love?” asks Hela. “If I asked, would all this world weep for him?”

Clint’s heart hammers against his chest, painfully thumping and driving him to his knees. “No,” he whispers. “No.” He looks up at Hela. “No one has heard of him.”

Aisle Three | 3k

Clint and Phil’s relationship, told through the eyes of the cashier at the local Duane Reade.

Something Fishy | 4k | T | 

Clint stands outside the tank for Octopus Cynea, a Treasure of the Pacific, feeling distinctly like an idiot. He broke into an aquarium in the middle of the night, –an aquarium, by the way, he had just tried to convince his boss was full of Bad Guys Up to No Good–armed to the teeth with a bow and quiver, to talk to an octopus. Not his proudest moment.

Or, the one where Coulson gets turned into an octopus.

Failure to Communicate | 9k

SHIELD hires for IQ, combat readiness, espionage skills, scientific expertise and intellectual ability.

Emotional intelligence doesn’t necessarily enter into the equation.

Or, Five Times Clint Barton and Phil Coulson Were Locked In Together, and One Time They Weren’t.

The Tarnished Badge | 10k | M | 

Phil spends his days limping around his brewery, brewing delicious malty and hoppy goodness for his friends and neighbors. He’s content. The scruffy, blue-eyed nerfherder that’s Shield Securities’ latest hire is no cause for alarm, because they’re just friends. Really.

Miles to Go | 11k

After the Chitauri Incident and after Clint is cleared by SHIELD, he finds himself working two jobs - one as a SHIELD agent and one as an Avenger. It’s tiring, but he doesn’t stand up for himself. He figures he owes everyone a lot. Bruce is out of practice in having friends, but he’s pretty sure that standing up for them is what friends do. Bruce rallies the team as well (and cooks).

By the Numbers | 13k | [Steve/Tony] | NC-17

“I’m not certain that obtaining a larger vessel will assist him in vanquishing this most dangerous sea creature,” Thor said firmly.

Or, five ways other than battles that the Avengers measured a year.

Home Sweet Home | 12k | [wtnv] | T

Phil and Clint have to head back to Phil’s hometown to check on a science division stationed there. The only thing is that Phil’s hometown isn’t exactly… normal.

Ah, Night Vale.

The Whole World is Moving (And I’m Standing Still) | 25k | M | 

Phil Coulson dreams of kissing Clint, and Phil Clarkson dreams he is Phil Coulson, and every time the dream recedes, he feels a little more ragged, a little more torn around the edges.

Phil Coulson’s life is perfect and full and meaningful. Phil Coulson’s life makes sense.

But the sun rises. The sun always rises, and Phil Coulson fades away beneath the light. Dissipates ‘til he is smoke and ash on Phil Clarkson’s tongue.

Phil Clarkson starts another day, and it is shivering with electric blue, and none of it makes sense.

And Clint Barton…Clint Barton just wants the man he loves back.

From a Distance | 36k | T | 

“I jump into stuff,” he said. “Leap first, think later. And I’ve always seen things better from a distance. Guess I don’t have to tell you that.

“So when you wanted to keep us on the QT, I assumed it was to keep the gossip down, so no one would think I was a way to get to you or that I was sleeping my way to a level five. I got too close, too fast to see that the reason you didn’t want to tell anyone is that you just weren’t that into me.”

I’m The Guy That Didn’t Marry Pretty Pamela Brown | 57k | M

Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD is reluctantly heading home for his high school reunion, at the request of an old friend. Natasha Romanov is playing the part of his girlfriend, even though she’s not. Clint Barton’s shown up with his bike, his bass, and a surprising knowledge of bluegrass. To complicate matters, Phil’s parents wish he’d just settle down, Natasha has a hidden agenda, Clint ends up aiding and abetting juvenile delinquency, and the town in general is extraordinarily concerned with alien carp.



sixth avenue | 6k | T

Living on the corner of 6th avenue in Brooklyn is not what Adam Jackson expected once he returned home from the war.

And he certainly didn’t expect to become friends with a twitchy veteran named James who carries two pistols and can’t seem to remember shit.

Sandwiches | 10k

(Except, he’s starting to think it can, because every day Bucky wanders out of his bedroom, looking lost. He looks around the apartment he’s been living in for eight months, at the decor that Steve hasn’t changed since he moved in, with the same uncomprehending expression.)

Legacy | 28k | T | WIP

Four months after the spectacular failure of Project Insight, Bucky Barnes, once more (mostly) himself, turns to the only people he knows he can trust to help him cut a bloody path through HYDRA: the descendants of the Howling Commandos. The Legacies.

(Or: Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers douche it up with the descendants of the Howling Commandos through Europe and America, blowing shit up. Being a little shit is genetic, apparently.)


Watching the Stars Slide Down | 10k | M

The distant murmur of the arriving guests escalated into lively chatter as Charles approached the entrance hall. It would, of course, be sumptuously decorated for the occasion, all glittering chandeliers and gold-dusted holly entwining the banisters. He used to watch the staff fuss over the decorations as a child, assembling the towering Christmas tree and scrutinising colour charts. It hadn’t lost its novelty, but apparently it was unbecoming for a young man to spy on people from the top of a stairwell.

Spy Games | 19k | NC-17

Charles Francis Xavier, NYPD, Homicide Squad, Brooklyn North precinct, eyeballed him coolly, then he yawned again and made a futile, absent-minded attempt to smooth down his hair. “Twenty three hours ago, an unmarked gray car dumped you at the doorstep to my precinct. Nothing in your pockets save for a white card in your shirt, which had my name on it. You have no idea how much bowing and scraping I had to do to get you out of there. Care to explain?”

Erik frowned, confused. “The last thing I remember, I wasn’t even in the United States.”

The Vampires Who Drink Tea | 28k |  keire_ke | [btvs]

An obligatory Buffy AU. Features Raven the Vampire Slayer, Charles, the frumpy Watcher to whom nothing interesting should ever happen, and Erik, the penitent ensouled vampire. The preceding statement is 100% true.

Us | 75k |  M

“Charles,” Erik says, and if his voice hits a pleading note then who can really blame him, “Charles, it’s me.”

It takes several longer moments before Charles musters up the strength to answer, breath stuttering horribly as he tries to breathe. He’s shaking, entire body trembling.

“Erik,” Charles says, his voice cracking, “Erik, I want to die.”

Burning Butterflies | 140k | M

On a rainy Tuesday evening in March, Charles Xavier tries to kill himself. He accidentally projects his last moments to Erik, thinking this is the way they part.

But Erik is not going to let Charles die just yet. Instead, he hurries to Westchester, setting in motion a breath-taking chain of events.



Hammer Dat Ass | 5k | M

When hacking into Tony Stark’s satellites, Justin Hammer makes an interesting discovery, or three. That is, three satellites dedicated solely to one Steve Roger’s ass.



you flooded throuhg my veins | 2k | T

This isn’t science; it’s anarchy.



The Road Toward | 37k | zoicite | NC-17

It’d gone like this: Steve Rogers approached Sam on the National Mall and then Steve approached Sam at the VA and then Steve kissed Sam. And then two days later, Steve Rogers approached Sam again, knocked at Sam’s back door with Natasha Romanoff at his side and asked for Sam’s help. And since then… well, Sam’s – let’s just put it this way: no one would be surprised to hear Sam say that it wasn’t really how he’d imagined the last few weeks going is all. Signing on to help Captain America, getting back in the sky after all that time, standing at Steve’s side as Steve’s world started to crumble and collapse around him, and then helping Steve bring down SHIELD, saving the world like Sam Wilson was some kind of freakin’ superhero. And then, after all that, then nearly losing Steve just a few days after they first met.

“I’ve had to put up with a lot?” Sam repeated, crossed his arms over his chest, smiling. “Yeah, I guess that’s one way to describe the last week.”



Kaddish | 1k | G

Howard Stark – the senior, not the junior – has his name changed at Ellis Island. He tosses his Yiddish consonants to the sea breeze and never tries to find them again. A century later, Tony Stark lies in a cave in Afghanistan, convinced that this is going to kill him.

Five Times Flash (Thompson) Met The Avengers | 6k | T

Flash spends enough time on the internet to recognize the Avengers when they show up at his school, in uniform or not.

The Glass Parade | 7k | G

Steve thinks that he’s seen Natasha be at least three different people in the short time he’s known her, and he isn’t sure which one is real.

In which the most confusing part of the future is how much Steve has in common with Natasha, and the fact that she seems dead-set on being his friend.

How To Survive Being an SI Employee | 15k

While the top several floors belong to the Avengers, the rest of the building is still an industrial main-stay of Stark Industries. How do the employees cope with having superheroes in the same building with them?

For starters, not very well.

Blessed is the Match Consumed | 20k | M

“This isn’t a concentration camp,” Delta says, calm, like he’s been rehearsing it. Erik looks at the gun on his hip, the guards behind him in the corridor, the bars between them.

He smiles with a lot of teeth. “I think I’d know that better than you.”

The Hero’s Journey, or: Or What Jasper Sitwell Did Last Summer | 24k | G [wtnv]

The thing is, when an agent reaches clearance level five, it’s because they’re valuable, capable of something an exponentially diminishing few can offer in the ranks of SHIELD. Clint Barton, his personal issues notwithstanding, is unstoppable behind a scope. Jim Woo is an analyst and extractor par excellence. Melinda May has infiltrated half the presidential offices of Asia, and Phil Coulson has an instinct for the unusual that could be the basis of an entire TV show.

Jasper’s less certain what he brings to the party.

Fractures Eminating | 30k | Not Rated

In which Clint is hopefully not broken, and the aftermath of a traumatic rescue effects the whole team.

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5SOS Imagine: That Boy (Michael)

Description: Y/N’s parents have never been very fond of that Clifford boy that she had taken a liking to and had forbid her to see him, but once they plan a weekend away for their anniversary, there’s not much they can do to keep her away from him.

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“Okay sweetie, do you have your bags packed to go stay with Macy?” My mom asks putting her large suitcase next to the door.

I nod my head and give her a small smile, “Yea, I’m going to go over later, when she gets back from practice.”

“Okay, you behave. I don’t want any calls saying you’ve gotten in trouble. And if I find out you were with that Clifford boy, you won’t leave your room until your 30.” She says sternly.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry about me Mom. You and Dad just go and have fun on your trip.” I say with a smile. I really can’t believe I’ve pulled off acting so well. Maybe I should be an actress?

“Okay, lets go! I don’t want to get into any traffic on the way, so we have to leave now.” My dad says rushing down the stairs.

“Bye honey, we’ll see you in three days!” My mom says as I hug them both.

After I close the door and hear their car leave, I scroll through my contacts and call Macy. It rings a few times before she finally answers, “Hey! My parents just left! Your going to cover for me right? And your mom?” I ask.

“Yea, but the only reason my mom is doing this is because she thinks your planning something special for them when they get back, for their anniversary. She doesn’t know what your really doing.” She replies sounding annoyed.

“Good, she’d tell them if she knew.” I state.

“You shouldn’t be doing this. Did Michael tell you to? Is he making you do this Y/N?” She asks and it sounds like she’s beginning to panic a little.

“No, no no, it was my idea. He’s not how you think he is, I swear. I wish you would just trust me and give him a chance.”

“I trust you, but it’s just that he’s so much older, and he doesn’t really have that good of a past Y/N.” She replies.

“He’s not that much older. He’s 23. That’s only six years. And he doesn’t do those things anymore. He’s changed, just give him a chance please” I pleaded to her.

“Fine, but if he does anything or tries to get you to do anything that you don’t want to do-” I cut her off, “Macy. I’ll be fine.”

If only she knew how it really was. Every single time Michael and I start to get too heated he either stops us or something else does.

“Okay. Promise you’ll call me if anything bad happens.” I roll my eyes at the thought of Michael putting me in danger. That would never happen. When he’s around he always makes sure I’m safe.

“I promise.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later then.” She replies and I can practically see the weary look on her face.

“Bye Macy” I say before hanging up.

I sit myself on the couch turning on a movie. Michael should be here in a few hours.

All of a sudden my eyes shoot open, looking around to see where I am. I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I was having a horrible nightmare. It seemed so real, but I knew it wasn’t because the chance of walkers from The Walking Dead surrounding my house were slim to none.

I nearly have a heart attack when I hear a loud knock at the door. Looking at the time I notice its already 9 o’clock. That must be Michael.

He smiles at me when I open the door.

“Hey babe.” He says kissing me and stepping inside.

“Hey, you can go put your bag in my room if you want. I’ll make us some tea.” He nods and walks upstairs, leaving me to make the tea.

I had just gotten out two cups when someone’s hands land on my hips. I gasp and jump a little, making him chuckle.

“Why are you so jumpy baby?” He asks pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“I fell asleep before you got here and had a bad dream. You scared me half to death when you knocked on the door.” I reply turning to face him.

“Aw, I’m sorry. I’m here now though, I’ll protect you.” He says quietly.

“I know you will.” I say pulling him closer to me by the bottom of his shirt.

He leans down pressing his warm lips to mine. Our lips work together softly and I slide my hands under his shirt just a little, feeling his muscular stomach. Just as his tongue slips out to ask for entrance, the kettle sounds, making me giggle as he groans.

After drinking our tea and talking for a while, I start feeling sleepy, again. Michael notices me yawning and stands up, offering his hand. I give him a smile and take his hand, walking upstairs to my room. I brush my teeth and change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Climbing into bed, I watch as Michael walks into the bathroom, getting ready for bed as well.

He walks out in pajamas making me laugh.

“What?” He asks confused.

“Come on Mike, I know you wear your boxers to sleep in. I didn’t even know you owned sleepwear” I giggled.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable..” He replies giving me a weird look. “Don’t be ridiculous Michael. Take off your clothes and get in bed.” I say seriously. After a second we both laugh at how my demand sounded.

He walks closer to the bed pulling off his shirt. Damn him, he just had to look all sexy when he did it. Grabbing it from the back of his neck to pull it over his head. After sliding off his pants he half smirks at me. “If I get in bed your not going to attack me, are you?”

I give him a confused look before he continues, “You’ve got that look in your eyes, like a hungry lion.”

My cheeks turn bright red as I cover my face with my hands. He laughs loudly, pulling the blankets back and crawling in beside me.

“Just kidding babe. Come on, cuddle with me” he says pulling my arm as he lays down.

I scoot a bit closer and lay next to him. After talking for a bit we whisper our goodnight’s, falling asleep in each others arms, legs tangled together and my face buried in his chest.


When I wake up, I feel around for Michael, but he’s not there. I look over to where he was previously laying and see a small piece of paper on the pillow.

‘Good morning beautiful. Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up, I had to go to work. I’ll be back later today, I’m gonna see if I can get off a little earlier than usual, maybe we can do something tonight? Anyways, I hope you have a good day and I’ll see you soon.’

I folded the note and placed it on my nightstand beside my bed. I sat in bed for a while, thinking about what we could do when he got back. I didn’t want to just sit here and watch tv all day, not while Michael’s here anyways. I do have a plan for later tonight. I’m not a virgin, but Michael and I have never been intimate before. That was going to change tonight though. My parents aren’t due home until late tomorrow night, so now seems like a good time.


I basically did nothing all day as I waited for Michael to come back. When he arrived he greeted me with a kiss, then he continued to get cleaned up after a day at the body shop. He was a mechanic, and his clothes often ended up covered in grease stains.

“Hey, I was thinking maybe we could go to JT’s tonight?” I ask once Michael re-enters the kitchen.

JT’s is a bar and grill but it’s really just a tiny bar with a couple of pool tables. It’s also quiet most of the time, only a few different groups of friends really hang out there. Which includes Michael and his crew. He’s been wanting me to meet his friends but I was too nervous before. I don’t know what’s different now, but I just really want to meet them.

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me” he smiles at me coming closer to put his arms around me. I wrap my arms around his waist and just stand there, hugging him.

“I wish it could be like this all the time.” I state quietly.

He leans down and places a kiss on top of my head before whispering back, “I know baby. We’ll convince your parents that I’m a good guy someday. Then we can be together without people trying to tear us apart.”

I look up to him and he leans down to kiss me softly. “I love you Michael.” I say with my eyes still closed.

I’ve never told him that before, and I don’t know if he feels the same way. He didn’t have to say it back, I just wanted him to know how I felt. His hand comes up to my face and his thumb brushes over my cheek. He pecks my lips before whispering a small ‘I love you too.’

My eyes shoot open because I honestly didn’t think he would say it back, even if he really felt that way. He’s smiling at me, which makes a huge grin form on my own lips.

“Come on, lets go get ready!” I say happily. I can’t help but feel all giddy now.

He just chuckles and follows me upstairs. The whole time we were getting ready, Michael kept whispering ‘I love you’ to me, which just made me happier.


My grip on Michael’s hand tightens a little as we walk through the door of JT’s. I’m nervous about meeting his friends, I’m scared they won’t like me or I won’t fit in with their crowd. I feel his hand squeeze mine and I look up to see him smiling at me reassuringly.

We walk over to a big pool table in the middle of the dimly lit room and I see two guys and a girl about Michael’s age look up at us.

“Hey Mike, I didn’t know you were coming out tonight.” The one with shaggy curly hair says with a confused look.

“Yea I brought someone for you guys to meet.” Michael replies smiling back to me.

“This is Y/N.” He says letting his hand leave mine and his arm go to my waist. I smile shyly at them and let out a quiet ‘hi’.

“Hello Y/N, I’m Ashton.” The boy says reaching out to shake my hand.

The other boy walks over and reaches out to shake my hand, telling me his name is Damion, and lastly the girl steps up. Instead of shaking my hand like I thought she was going to she pulls me in for a hug.

“I’m Presley! It’s really nice to meet you, Michael always talks about you!!” She says excitedly.

After getting to know them a little the boys decide to play pool and Presley takes me over to sit at the bar. She’s a really nice girl, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone more outgoing than her. She talked to me like we were best friends.

“He really likes you ya know. I wasn’t just saying that, he really talks about you nonstop.” She says with a grin.

I smile back at her and look over to where Michael is. He laughs at something Ashton says then looks up to me, sending me a wink and a smile.


“So, what do ya think about them?” Michael asks as he slips off his jacket.

“They’re really nice, I really like Presley.” I reply from beside my bed, where I’m plugging in my phone charger.

I wasn’t just saying that because they’re his friends, they were genuinely nice to me, especially Presley. I just hope they liked me too.

“They like you too.” Michael says with a smile.

It’s almost like he read my mind. He walks over to sit on the edge of my bed and pulls me over so that I’m standing in front of him. I rest my arms loosely over his shoulders and lean down to kiss him. He went to pull away and say something but I pressed my lips to his again, only rougher this time.

Just as I was about to push him down on the bed my phone started ringing. I let out a heavy sigh and looked at the caller I.d. It was my mom. Great.

“Hey Mom!” I say trying to sound at least a little happy and not annoyed.

“Hey sweetie, I was just checking in on you to make sure you’re okay.” She replies.

“I’m good, Macy and I were just about to watch a movie.” I say hoping she would hurry up with the phone call.

“Oh alright, well I’ll let you get back to that, love you”. Damn it. I actually feel guilty that she trusts me so much.

“Love you too, goodnight.” I say hanging up the phone.

I huff loudly and fall back onto my bed. Where did Michael go? I never even heard him get up. Suddenly I hear the water from my shower turn on. Perfect.

After sneaking into the bathroom, I quietly slip off my clothes. I slide open the door of my walk in shower just a little and see that he has his back towards me. I close the door as quietly as possible and step closer to him. When my hands come in contact with his back he tenses, not expecting the touch. I let my hands gently slide around him and up to his chest and I can feel him relax a little. He turns his head when I leave a lingering kiss to the back of his shoulder blade.

He turns around completely but I don’t let my arms leave him. He looks down at me for a moment, letting his eyes travel a bit.

“What are you doing?” He asks quietly, with a small smile.

“Nothing’s going to interrupt us this time.” I whisper back to him.


 Part 2

Hello loves and happy Valentine’s day! Here’s some Jily and I hope you enjoy it my babies. A special thanks for the best beta ever, Ollie!


Seventh Year.

1.      The Common Room.

He looked at her from the entrance of the common room. She was sitting by herself on that big orange couch near the fireplace. She was concentrating on a large book- probably a muggle one, since it looked new and she treated it as if it was the most precious thing around her.

James took a deep breath and cleared his throat when he got to her. She lifted a finger, signalling for him to wait while she was finished reading. A few seconds later, she looked up and smiled at him.

“Hullo, James. Sorry ‘bout that, but Jane Eyre is amazing. Have you ever read it?” she asked, closing the book and putting it carefully on top of the armchair.

“Nah, I’m not much of a reader like you, and the books I like are from Stephen King. The Shining is my favourite,” he answered, sitting right next to her.

“It is a great book. However, you didn’t come here to talk about books with me. You don’t want to start something that you can’t escape.” She smiled. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

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Fanfic - Back on the Market - 1/1

Title: Back on the Market

Prompt: Sugar and the rest of the New Directions decide Blaine needs to get over his break up and sets him up on a blind date. A date that goes so horrible Blaine calls Sebastian to bail him out.

Pairing: Seblaine

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3495

A/N: For Seblaine Sunday :3

“Blaine Anderson, I have a date for you.”

Blaine carefully placed his heavy history text in his locker, bracing himself before turning to Sugar. Her sugary pink lips were stretched out in a pleased with herself smile that made Blaine nervous.

“Um, pardon me?”

“I got a date for you,” Sugar said enunciating each word.

“I’m going have to decline,” Blaine shouldered his bag. “I’m not ready to date right now-”

“Stop! Don’t say another word!” Sugar held up her finger to silence him. “We all know you’re still getting over being dumped after Mr. Schue’s wedding.”

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February is always a bad month. The tail end of a thing, longer than it’s supposed to feel. It’s almost like I elided January this year, intensely focused as I was on doing a whole dry month. And then suddenly I found myself here, back in this worst month of a bad season, where I don’t have any concrete plans for self-improvement beyond just, I don’t know, being better. Better how, I’m not sure! I guess not going out on weeknights if it can be avoided (sometimes it can’t–you want to get to know your new coworkers and so you stand around in a crowded Midtown bar for a few hours, clutching a drink like a talisman). Keeping my apartment clean, eating better. (Which involves a lot of standing in the mirror in the morning, turning to the side and looking at my stomach to see what’s shrunk, like a pregnant woman in reverse.) Daily life things, general practices, all the sort of granular stuff that tends to fill the room when it’s a Sunday night and you’re feeling anxious. 

The Olympics helped! They’re so much fun, a good, uplifting distraction. They’re such a good distraction, in fact, that it was only when I was walking to meet a friend on Friday night after work that I realized that it was the two-year anniversary of a friend’s death, that the day had sort of, well, not crept up on me, because there really wasn’t any “Boo!” of surprise. It had just… arrived. And at 8 p.m. was already nearly over. I thought about that, a little desperately, as I walked up 3rd Avenue, wanting to somehow stop time, to memorialize what was left of the day, but instead sending a few meager “Thinking of you” text messages before walking inside the restaurant where my friend was waiting. I know it’s probably a good thing that the day came and went without any real emotional fanfare, that it means I’ve not given the date any real authority. That now she’s just someone I knew who lived once, instead of someone who died on a particular, terrible day. That’s what I told myself, anyway.

Two years ago I wrote a post for The Hairpin about the horrible February of 2012, framing it as a guide to planning for a better spring. The idea being then, in April, that things were moving forward, into sunnier and warmer months. Which, of course, they were! It was nice then to think about spring as something concrete, as a rescuer, pulling me out of the gray dust of the previous difficult months. And spring is that, every year, in some small way or another. But mostly it’s like last Friday, just tumbling up to us and then rolling by, as impossible to plan for as anything else, save for a few fixed dates. Jury duty, a party, a play. 

It was funny to come home from a movie tonight and miss the Olympics. To find my apartment a little less wholesome, almost sinister even. I guess that was boredom and restlessness poking their heads back out, chiding me for this dumb idea that I could be good and stay home every night, drinking lonely old tea and taking BuzzFeed quizzes. I found myself anxious to start planning for a better spring all over again, even though it hasn’t been a terrible winter. I suppose tonight that planning amounts to sitting down and writing a little thing and thinking about my friend and, if I’m honest, trying to conjure some real genuine missing out of what’s mostly become remembering.

When I walk out of my building and down 14th Street to the subway, there on the right, past Union Square, I can see a series of buildings that I’ve decided, for some reason, look like real city buildings. Something about their age and their particular height makes that little bit of New York seem august and full of possibility. Sometimes the hopefulness of those buildings feels like a sad beacon, a kind of a lie. Usually when I’m trudging somewhere I don’t want to be, those buildings teasing me about a city I could live in if all the dull clutter of life didn’t get in the way. Other times, they’re reassuring. There, just down the street from where I live. Sometimes they say “You’re doing it!” Sometimes they say “Here we are!”

Tonight when I left my apartment to go to the movie it was about 5:45, and there the buildings were as always, and behind them were a few last wisps of sunlight disappearing toward New Jersey. Light, at nearly 6 p.m.! As I crossed 3rd Avenue, I thought about another spring on its way, and then worked my way back from there. There was next week, and then this weekend (Oscars!), and then this week. All the way to tonight. All I had to do was get on the subway and then sit in the dark for a couple of hours before I could leave and go home again. Where I could worry and plan and do so many things that we’re so lucky we get to do.