and it has moving parts


Hidden Figures (2016) dir. Theodore Melfi

Find You (Part 1)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them. 

Word Count: 1,673

Warnings: Talk of a car accident. Coma.

A/N: This fic has been in my documents, outlined, for the past year and a half. I hope you all enjoy it. It’s one of my favorite plot-lines EVER.

Originally posted by rohgers

The white-washed walls are the only barriers to muffle the woman’s sobs. She folds herself over the body of a young woman, barely in her early twenties and already battling to keep herself alive. The only sign of life in her is the ventilator, pumping artificial breath into her lungs, and the stable beeping of the heart monitor. The doctors hold hope in that she’ll wake up, there seems to be no brain damage, nothing seems to be halting her from waking up. Yet she does not. And the wails continue day in and day out.

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I think people are forgetting how well Silver played everyone in 405 

Even though we knew he would never betray Flint we were actually convinced that he was going to. Why? Because Silver can act. Better than we ever thought he could. Yet Hands, Billy, the crew AND the audience are still underestimating him in this situation now

Silver told Billy to kill Flint in 405

Now he’s telling 6 men to go kill him in 408 

Events are being repeated like they have been throughout this season yet people are STILL believing what is being fed to them

And look.. we know there is going to be some sort of twist. It’s what will make it, as Luke said, his ‘favourite written episode’. We’ve always been right about how important Flint and Silver are to each other. Don’t let this fool you. Don’t be like Billy and fall into the trap of thinking it was that easy to turn them against each other. He has underestimated their relationship again. Just like he underestimated it before. 

listen. i came into this fandom determined to never call anyone out unless they were being legitimately grotesque. so i’m not gonna put anybody on blast, because nobody learns when they’re embarrassed and angry.

but i would like to put it out there that, as a black woman who is ridiculously fond of tucker, the prevalence of him being drawn with blue eyes makes me uncomfortable.

now, i know that there are poc with blue and green eyes. michael ealy and jesse williams are some gorgeous men right off the top of my head. but they are also the only men off the top of my head. my whole family is made up of black people. i have lived in philadelphia, studied among other black students; i have walked the city streets and seen people who looked just like (shit, in many cases, better than) me. there are black actors, musicians, athletes, etc., that i adore

and none of them have blue eyes.

so i’m not gonna name any names, and i’m not gonna be rude. i will still continue to reblog artwork. i will continue to support y’all. but i would like to pose a challenge to our artists in the fandom: if your tucker currently has blue (or aqua!) eyes, the next time you draw him, try him out with a brown pair instead. kick around a couple of different shades. see how it feels, if you can get behind it. 

you might not like it. and if you don’t, i would ask that you really put some thought into why. no one is calling you racist; or at least, i definitely am not in this post. we all have learned shit we need to pitch overboard, but you can’t get rid of baggage you haven’t recognized first. that’s all i’m requesting: a little self-awareness.

i don’t think that’s asking too much.

Me: *tired*

Me: *chronic illness effect is extra tiredness*

Me: *more tired from body trying to recover from chronic illness*

Me: *has to move around as a part of normal life which is tiring in itself*

Me: *also regularly experiences emotional and mental exhaustion, causing proper physical tiredness*

Me: *has sleeping disorders as well because of mental illnesses, meaning more tiredness due to lack of sleep*

Me: :’)

Adhd is kinda super uncomfortable physically speaking

You’re always moving. Always. Some part of you has to be moving unless you’re unconscious or dead. What is “sitting still” that is a myth.

And it makes you seem nervous but you could be perfectly happy and content but you still need to fidget and squirm bc of who you are as a person you literally cannot NOT do that

Thank You, Thank you!

I joined tumblr around this time last year. I was on winter break and thought that we would have to wait forever for WestAllen. So I decided to write a little something - my first stab at fanfiction. Well any fiction actually. And then I wrote a little more… 

I wanted to say “Thank You” to all of my followers and special thanks to all who read my stuff and left such encouraging words and kudos. Special shout out to the three people who sent me asks this year!

In case you haven’t come across my stuff, I’ll link it below. Thanks again!

French Toast: Barry and Iris play Truth or Dare (Part 1 of 4)

Breakfast: Iris has been thinking about Barry and contemplates making the first move. (Part 2 of 4)

First Date: Iris and Barry go on their first date. (Part 3 of 4)

Afternoon: Barry and Iris get intimate. (Part 4 of 4) Mature/Sexual Content

Barry’s Touch: One shot - Takes place after Episode 2x18. A game of fun causes Iris to reminisce about a night long ago that she and Barry never talk about. (Mature/Sexual Content)

I’m Yours:  One Shot: Alternative ending to 2x23. Barry makes a different decision after the kiss on the porch and Barry and Iris figure out how to go from being best friends to a being a couple. (Mature/Sexual Content)

Extraordinary, Ordinary Moments:  Quick drabble based on Iris in that red pantsuit and Barry in a grey suit in 3x10

Barely Breathing [a Barry Allen AU] (Part  21)

a/n: *gasp* another part??? Could it be?? It is! But its short…

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 

Recently, getting Barry up and moving has been quite the struggle. After a couple weeks back, the CCPD has been exhausting for him. Today is one of his bad days. The type where his hands are extra shaky and panic attacks are more constant. It would have been nice if he hadn’t gone to work. Or if Julian hadn’t been there.

Panting heavily, the brunette’s shoulders jump up and down against the wall. He can hear Joe on the phone over the sound of his heartbeat. Through his teary eyes, he watches Eddie squat “Barr? Barr? Hear me? Y/N’s on her way. She’ll be here anytime now. Breathe.” he comforts.


“Hey, hey, handsome, it’s me, it’s me.” you whisper, pressing the palms of your hands to the scruff on his cheeks. Very quietly Barry mutters your name between sobs, looking up at you through wet eyelashes. “Yeah, it’s me, it’s Y/N.” you nod, feeling his trembling hands creep to yours.

That was completely terrifying. A small deep sigh passes his plump lips and he slowly relaxes. “I… I-I wa-want… t-t-to go ho-me.” he begs, sucking onto his lower lip. Gulping, those puppy like emerald green eyes plead silently at you. “I…I n-need…” he trails off, leaning into your embrace.

Rubbing his leg, you fingers meet the fabric of his gray skinny jeans. “Okay, okay, love. We can go.” you mumble, helping him get up. Barry wobbles, steadying himself on his converse and drying his cheeks on the sleeve of his dark blue cardigan. “I’m here, I’m here.” you remind him, noticing Cisco go off on Julian.


Cuddles make everything better. That’s a fact. Barry snuggles his face into your breasts, dark brown facial hair hiding behind your pale yellow tank top. His eyes are shut, mind focusing on your delicate fingers carding in his fluffy chestnut mane. “Y-you ma-make every…everything better.” Barry says in a hushed tone. “I-I l…love y-you. Ju-Julian s-said I…I was n-not fi-fit for t-th-the job…” he frowns.

“Well, he’s wrong, okay?” you mumble, kissing his forehead. “He’s an ass…. Don’t listen okay?” you pout, “I love you too, Barry. Always.”

A question that monogamous people sometimes ask:

“Polyamory, isn’t that a lot more complicated? Why would you want that?”

My answer:

It’s not more complicated. It’s sometimes more complex. Complicated, to me, implies difficulty. Complex just means more moving parts to keep track of.

Polyamory has never felt more difficult to me than monogamy. If anything, it feels less so. And as for the complexity? I like it. It keeps things interesting, and keeps my relationship skills sharp.

Even the feeling of complexity, I suspect, fades for some people in multiple long-term relationships. Just as one relationship can find a rhythm, I imagine multiple relationships, in their constellation, also can. But for those of us (like me) who are not polyfidelitous, new people can enter the scene at any point, and complexity can come back into focus. I’m not going to lie, it can be nerve-wracking to enter the unknowns of NRE and shifting routines. But I trust the emotional intelligence of my partners wholeheartedly, as well as all our communication skills, and so I’m not terribly afraid that it will feel complicated.

La Vie en Rose - Part 2

Newt has just moved into his New York apartment to take a break from adventuring, and to sit down and edit his manuscript. He soon finds that this will be a bit difficult, as his neighbour likes to play her records with the balcony door open.

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1188

Warnings: None


Originally posted by sassyisthenewcute

Despite your awkward meeting, you had become quite fond of the compassionate young magizoologist. Newt was growing on you, and fast. You found your thoughts consumed by your freckled Romeo, who had accidentally dropped your cup of tea as soon as you had first entered his apartment. You had found the scene quite charming, as he attempted to clean up and make you a new cup, scrabbling around as his nervousness around such a pretty girl became painfully apparent. Newt had fallen equally as hard for you. He found your bubbly personality endearing, and had come to learn that you were quite intelligent, independent, and most of all, curious.

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anonymous asked:

Also his team messed up with the living up together part too. He says how she has moved into his house in la yet when gigi is in la she gets papped every day in and out her apartment. Sooo what is the truth??? So many plot holes it's like child play for us....

Hi anon,

I know.  More plotholes than the worst soap opera.  The truth?  Liam and Zayn are very happy, and i can’t wait for the next part of their stories in Z2 and LP1. 

Moving on has never
been the challenging part,
not for me.
What makes things hard is how
I just don’t want to move on
because that little voice in the
back of my head says,
‘well, maybe they’ll come back.’
—  lemonadeangelwriting, but you know that’s a lie 
Verbatim, huh? (ALT Negan P9)

Title: Verbatim, huh? (ALTERNATIVE Negan Part 9)
Pairing: Reader/Negan, Reader/Daryl
Summary: Reader volunteers to go into Negan’s compound willingly to get inside information. Eventual Negan smut. Implied feelings between Reader and Daryl.
Words: 2,684
Warnings: Language, some smut

Author’s Notes: This is a continuation of Part 8 going the different route following the show’s plot line. I will always tag these ones ALT/ALTERNATIVE. This one will not be updated until the show comes back in February. I will continue with my original plot and keep updating that one now. The last updates I have for that one were Part 9 and Part 10. Working on Part 11!

Negan has moved the Reader into his room. And this update is while Negan had taken Carl back to Alexandria within the same time frame of the show. Btw, if you are tagged in this, and would like to not be tagged in this version of the story, just let me know! :)

Part 8 || Part 10 || Masterpost

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So, rewatching Leverage, and here is a thought:

None of the team’s heists, except a couple of very specific episodes, could ever really be pulled off with three people.  The average con by the fine team at Leverage Incorporated has so many moving parts that they’ll often enough recruit even more somewhat-unwitting help from other people peripherally involved in the case.  Having five people on a team lets them grift from multiple directions and still save somebody to work from the background, lets them come from multiple angles, and means they’ve usually got backup somewhere.

So I’m thinking about Parker, Elliot, and Hardison, post-S5, and what I’m thinking is, their problem won’t be a lack of skill.  Sophie and then secondarily Nate are very much the primary grifters for the crew, but the trio have all got some solid-enough skill there.  Their problem is going to be a lack of bodies.

They’ll try a couple of jobs just the three of them, I’m sure, but after the first or second time that somebody almost gets seriously hurt because Eliot is on the other side of the city doing what ordinarily would have been Sophie’s job, it’s very clear: they need help.

It doesn’t need to be a full partner on the team, of course.  They can just add one or two people to be, like, employees for a bit.  Probationary crew members.  Parker’s all pleased about getting to boss people around.  Eliot Does Not Trust these new people.

So obviously there’s a revolving door of one-off helpers for a while, but what I’m thinking actually happens is, a couple of months in, they’re working a job with yet another really annoying temp, and they discover halfway through that somebody else is working the mark from the opposite angle.  Then they discover that it’s the mark’s fifteen-year-old adopted-for-publicity’s-sake foster kid and said foster kid’s seventeen-year-old sister.

Foster kid does not really enjoy being a poster child for the mark’s Goodness and Kindness Towards Humanity, but they do enjoy the cash.  The two girls have been playing marks since they were eight and ten.  The younger one has a great eye for details, quick fingers, and pulls off ‘sad unfortunate waif’ fantastically well.  The older one fights like a back-alley street brawler who’s won every fight she’s ever taken on the dirty way, and reads people like only a grifter who’s been working since near-birth could.  Before this job, this mark, it’s been a dozen different homes and schemes, mostly successful, in three different states.  The hope is to rip the mark off for enough cash and prizes to flee the whole Pacific Northwest and set themselves up for good.  However you do that.  How do you do that?

Of course, Annoying Temp Of The Week almost blows everything and gets them all caught, and of course, upon realizing what’s up with these two teenage girls, Parker-Hardison-Elliot almost blow everything even harder, going in to save them–but then the girls in their cleverness and gratitude get in there and repay the favor by saving the whole con, taking the mark out, and getting everybody home free.  Even the annoying temp of the week.

So once that guy’s been cut loose with his pay for the job and a ‘don’t call us–we’ll call you’, you get the trio upstairs from the brew pub, surveying these two teenage girls who just bailed them out of trouble and now have nowhere left to go but back into foster care.

“Now what are we going to do with you?” Hardison asks.

“You could keep us,” suggests the younger girl, as winningly as she can.  Three professional thieves with this kind of sweet setup?  Hell yeah.

“Uh, no, we can’t,” says Elliot.

“He’s right,” Parker agrees.  “The kinds of jobs we pull are no place for amateurs.”

“That’s not what it looked like before,” points out the older kid.  She means their temp.  She’s absolutely right.

“No, what she means is, our lives are no kind of place for kids,” Elliot growls.  He knows that’s not what Parker means, but it’s what he means.  They need decent homes and a shot at a real, non-criminal life.

“How old were you when you started?” asks the older girl.  “How did you know you were going to be thieves instead of doctors or lawyers or airline pilots?”

“We could take apprentices,” Parker muses, and that’s when Hardison and Elliot drag her back into a side room for a hurried discussion.

(The words child abuse and child endangerment get hissed around a lot.  Parker, who blew up a house at age seven, does not really get it.  She does however point out that Hardison was ripping off banks and infiltrating federal databases by the time he was sixteen.

“Yes, but I had a Nana who loved me and a safe place to live and a semi-normal experience in high school, Parker,” he points out.  She shrugs.

“I had Archie,” she says.  “He’s the only family I’ve got.  If we try to send them to anywhere safe or normal, they’re just going to leave.”

“We could ask Nate and Sophie,” Elliot points out.

“Dude, Nate and Sophie just got rid of us, you think they want to go adopting a couple of teenage mini-thems?” Hardison asks.  Elliot rolls his eyes.

“I meant for advice, not to–”

“If we send them away, they’re just going to keep doing the same things,” Parker says.  “They’re going to steal, and cheat, and they’re going to get caught, because nobody ever cared enough to teach them the right way to do things.  And they’re probably going to turn out selfish and mean, because that’s what happens to people who don’t spend time around good people.  Especially thieves.  They’re not going to be safe.”

“Oh, as opposed to our safe lives of ripping off multi-national corporations and the mob?” Elliot demands.

“Look,” Hardison says.  “I’m not saying Parker’s right and I’m not saying we need them, but they did save our asses out there on this one.  They’re good.”

Elliot groans.  “Okay, we are setting some ground rules.”)

“Rule number one,” Elliot says to the girls, because he was elected most intimidating actual authority figure by a huge margin.  “You go to school.  Both of you.  That means you enroll in high school and you actually show up.  You do your homework.  Friends, extracurriculars, all that.  You start skipping classes, we will find out.”

“Rule number two, thief training,” Parker steps in.  “I can train you like my mentor trained me.  Hardison and Elliot can teach you other things.  You work hard, you get better.”

“If you want to,” Elliot adds.  “Nobody’s going to stop you if you decide you want to be a doctor or a lawyer or a professional violinist.  We’ll help you get on that road too.  And it’s okay to change your minds about it later.”

“We may use you on jobs,” Hardison says.  “When we say you’re ready.  And that means you listen to what we say out in the field, okay, all three of us, because we have a vested interest in keeping you alive and out of prison.  Parker’s the boss but we all have a decade’s worth of experience on you, not to mention we’re the people who were out taking down multinational corporations and the Italian, Russian, Irish–which mobs am I missing, guys?  Anyway, we were doing that while you was still in grade school.”

“That’s also something to keep in mind if you try to rip us off,” Elliot adds.  “We overthrew a country.  We will find you.”

“But you’re not going to try to rip us off,” says Parker.  “Because you want this.”  She knows them.  They’re like her, like she was.  And they are probably planning on how to rip Leverage off once they learn enough–but that’s okay.  By that point, they won’t want to any more.

“We’ll work it out,” Elliot says.  “Might be a little rough going while we figure out how this is going to go, but you’re making yourselves our responsibility now.  We take those seriously.”

“So what do you say?” Hardison asks.  “Are we sitting down and creating you two some shiny new identities and paperwork saying you belong here, or do you not want to see how to do that?”

“We’re in,” the older girl jumps in before Hardison even finishes his sentence.  “We’ll do it.”


Basically I want all the shenanigans where the team accidentally adopts a couple of baby teenage thieves badly in need of guidance and tries to train them up right.  Whatever that ends up meaning.

(None of them are actually sure.)

Next time the Aces play the Falconers, Parson chirps Jack about “you think they’d be cheering so hard if they knew who you liked it bed?”

“Well, one of them IS who I like in bed, so yeah.”

“I’m sure she’ll love to hear what you and I used to get up to.”

“I already told him. He felt bad that it ended badly and wanted to bake you a pie.”

And Parson blows every shot the whole game.


To the Finchel shippers out there saying Rachel should have ended up alone and always remembering Finn. NO.
That is not healthy, yes I am a massive St Berry shipper but even Rachel ending up with Sam would have been cool.
Rachel should not spend the rest of her life mourning her high school boyfriend, he was her first love yes but when your spouse dies you don’t spend the next 60 years mourning them and never moving on. It’s not healthy. Rachel moved on, she married her equal in Jesse, she became pregnant and won her ultimate dream - a Tony. She’s happy, which is what she should be. And yes she didn’t thank Finn in her speech, probably because she has moved on, Finn will always be a part of Rachel but as she got married and became pregnant, Finn will no longer be the biggest part of her.
this is not hate and it probably sounds harsh but it’s true, I loved Finn and Cory and I sobbed buckets when I heard he died and at the Quarterback episode, but Rachel had to move on as people do. Carol and Burt both moved on for love and so did Rachel, so if you can respect them, respect her.

Urushihara Hanzo Headcanons

Lucifer is an animal lover. He especially like birds.

Lucifer has abandonment issues. (I think we all can agree on this.)

Lucifer actually loves humans, but pretends to not care about them to avoid being made fun of by other demons.

Lucifer loves the rain. It makes him feel as if someone is crying for him because he won’t do it for himself.

Despite loving the rain, Lucifer hates storms because he is afraid of thunder.

Lucifer likes to sing, but will only do so when alone.

Lucifer is prone to nightmares.

Lucifer has claustrophobia, because he is so used to being able to move around freely.

Lucifer has social anxiety, which is part of the reason he stays indoors so much.

Lucifer dislikes being touched because he is afraid of people getting close to him (physically and emotionally) due to possible betrayal and/or torture and abuse.

Lucifer actually likes to cuddle.

Lucifer loves to write. It’s the only way he feels he can express himself.

Lucifer has a tumblr.

Feel free to add more!