so I've seen some debates about whether tony would be better with a cat or a dog but I have a better idea: Crow. I mean, a crow would be perfect. They're fiercely independent, scary smart, and have balls the size of the sun. Also, they can fly. So, for your consideration, Tony helping a crow out and it just follows him home, and now he has a bird friend. (tree anon)
No matter how many times he tried to shoo it away, the damn thing just kept coming back.
Tony didn’t get it. The tiny baby bird was just… it had needed some help, and Tony had seen it, so he’d given it some. But that didn’t explain why the stupid crow had started following him around like a lost… a lost crow!
“Are you ever going to quit it?” He muttered one afternoon, as he neared the main entrance of the tower and, sure enough, his little friend suddenly appeared out of nowhere in order to flutter down on his shoulder, claws digging into his finest Armani suit without a care.
The bird just re-adjusted it’s feathers a little and pecked Tony’s hair. He huffed and jerked his head away grumpily, careful not to dislodge it entirely in case it caused further injury.
“You’ve got to get off now,” he told it firmly, as his hand closed around the door.
The bird looked right at him, and kept that eye-contact as it slowly began to perch on his shoulder. Like a fucking challenge.
A baby bird was challenging him.
Well. He was Tony Damn Stark. He wasn’t about to be intimidated by a fucking crow.
“Shoo!” He said again, jerking his shoulder a little.
Stupid Crow didn’t even look away for a second.
Tony stared at it hopelessly for another moment, hoping it might fly away of its own accord. When it did not, he sighed.
“Okay. Okay then Satan. You want in? Fine. But if you misbehave, I will drive you down to Brooklyn and leave you to fend for yourself, understood?”
Of course, the crow did not reply. That truly would have been odd. (He’d seen odder. But still.)
Tony huffed again, but walked in with the bird on his shoulder all the same. “People are gonna judge me for this you know that right? I’m gonna be the crazy bird dude- and that role is supposed to be Barton’s only.”
“What about Barton?” And suddenly someone warm was pressing up against his free shoulder, hand taking it’s rightful place in Tony’s own as they walked together.
“I am telling my new admirer that I’m about to take over his role as crazy resident birdman,” Tony said, leaning his head back and pointing toward the black ball of feathers that was staring intently at Steve.
Steve, bless him, didn’t even look surprised. He just sighed. “Another one, Tony? Really?”
“Yeah, but this one wasn’t even my fault! It was the one that picked me!” Tony argued defensively.
Steve laughed, leaning over to give the little guy a better look. “Babe, I know you want to help them all, but we’re currently housing seven different strays, are you sure-”
“This is a bird, Steve, it’s not going to be that much hassle” Tony interrupted. “It’s just until it gets better! Please,” he did his best puppy-eyed expression, pouted his lips and coked his head a little. because Steve had not yet ever been able to resist that look.
Eventually, Steve just huffed out an exasperated but fond laugh, and shrugged. “Your tower. Let’s go tell Barton he’s been usurped, then.”
Hi I was wondering if you could do a written reaction with BTS to the reader having a migraine?
Jin had stirred awake in the middle of the night to you getting out of bed. Blearily sitting up, he watched you lightly pad out of the room, massaging your temples. He threw the covers aside and followed you to the kitchen.
“Baby?” Jin asked. Turning around, you looked at him with hazy eyes and replied, “Oh, I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep. I have a really bad migraine.”
“Aw, go back to bed, sweetie. I’ll bring you some tea and Advil; everything will be okay.”
On a rainy day, the two of you had decided to cuddle on the couch under a warm blanket, watching your favorite movie. About half an hour into the movie you turned to him and asked, “Can I turn the volume down? I’m starting to get a bad headache.”
Yoongi nodded before reaching over to turn the volume down himself, and once it was at a quiet hum he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. With time he realized you looking more and more uncomfortable, so he gently got up and headed to the kitchen. Yoongi returned with a glass of water and some pain killers and set them on the table. Flicking the tv off he positioned you more comfortably on the couch, tucked you in, and left a soft kiss on your forehead.
Namjoon (Rap Monster):
The two of you were out on a date, walking through the cute lil town, when you abruptly stopped and placed a hand on your forehead.
“Oh, are you okay, baby?” Namjoon asked as he peered into your eyes with a worried expression.
“Yea, I’m sorry, I just got a pain in my head all of a sudden.”
He nodded, thinking, before answering, “I was feeling a little tired anyway, so let’s go home. We can always come back another day.”
Once you two arrived home, Nams would pamper you (slightly panicked), getting you anything you need. Even if you didn’t need it he’d still get it; just to be safe.
A phone call had interrupted him in the middle of dance practice, and his smile had quickly dropped once he’d answered it and heard you in pain. With a tired voice you told him how you had to leave work because of a sudden migraine. Hoseok reassured you before asking his manager if he could leave as soon as possible. On the way to your apartment he picked up whatever medicines and foods you might need, and as soon as he saw you, curled up in bed, he said in a quiet voice, “Aw, don’t worry baby. Your Hope’s here. I’ll take care of you.”
Jimin opened the door, and there you were, crying on the couch. Rushing over to you, he knelled down in front of you saying, “Princess, what’s wrong?”
Looking up from your hands you replied, “I just have a really bad headache.”
Jimin processed the information before saying, “Let’s get you to bed.”
He cradled you as he helped you to the bed you two shared, tucked you in, and planted a kiss on your head before running to get you some pain killers. Once he came back he put them on your bed-side table, and climbed into bed, clinging to your side.
Tae was with you in the practice room as the two of you fooled around all day, blasting music, when suddenly you kneeled on the floor. The music was turned down considerably once he noticed your pain, and he ran over to you.
“You okay, muffin?” He said as he knelt down besides you.
“I got a shooting pain in my head all of a sudden. I’m sorry.”
Taehyung frowned and whispered, “Let’s go lay down in the dorms. We’ve been here for a while anyway.”
Once you had safely gotten to the dorms, Tae keeping a steady hand on your back the whole way, he had gone to ask Jin to make you some food. After asking Jin he curled up besides you in his bed; trailing his fingers through your hair.
Hearing a quiet ‘bing’ from across the room, Jungkook trotted over to check his phone. Worriedly reading a somewhat jumbled text from you saying how bad your head heart he turned to Hoseok, and asked if he could go see you. Receiving a yes, Jungkook walked the five blocks to your house, checking up on you along the way.
Jungkook found you on the floor, having just experienced a dizzy spell, and quickly ran over to you. Once he got you on the couch, he began to panic as he rushed into the kitchen to grab some water and Advil for you. Kookie sat next to you, rubbing your back and anxiously looking at you as you took the pills. Sighing, you leaned against him.
“Are you okay?” He timidly asked. Smiling at him you nodded, realizing he’d be a worried mess stuck to your side for the rest of the day.
All those pouty lip things you reblogged are making me FEEL THINGS. I just want to kiss him ughhhhh
Can you imagine, though?
Maybe you’re busy with something, work or school or laundry, and he’s following you around the house like a stray puppy, whining about wanting a proper cuddle and how you’re far too busy for him. And when you’re at your wits end with his persistence, you turn ready to yell and you see those obscenely pink lips pouting at you. And suddenly your frustration is gone, and your brows relax as he stares at you expectantly. His cheeks are between your hands in the next instant and your pressing smacking kisses to his lips, the pout melts away slowly and he hums contently- glad he’s gotten what he wants. Three, four kisses there before you trail them to the corner of his mouth and he’s chuckling, arm wrapping around you as he pulls you in, “Got yeh attention now, don’t I love?” x
A - age: 14 B - biggest fear: Loosing my youngest brother and throwing up. C - current time: 16:24 D - drink you last had: Water. E - every day starts with: Besides waking up? Chugging a giant glass of water. F - favorite song: I have too many. Love by Lana Del Rey, Far Too Young to Die by Panic at the Disco, Time by Hans Zimmer, I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie, Sometime Around Midnight by the Airborne Toxic Event, River Flows in You by Yurima, Nuvole Bianche by Ludovico, Ontremare by Ludovico, Second Nature from Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, Hurricane from Hamilton. G - ghosts, are they real?: Yes. I - in love with: Nathan Hale. J - jealous of: idk. K - killed someone: ??? L - last time you cried: Writing the Jamilton fic. M - middle name: Taylor. N - number of siblings: Three younger brothers. O - one wish: Be successful. P - person you last called/texted:@sunshineapollo Q - question you’re always asked: “What to highlight in your books?” R - reason to smile: Historical figures did stuff.
S - song last sang: Second Nature from Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson
T - time you woke up: 8:00 am V - vacation destination: Paris, France W - worst habit: Chewing on my cheeks. X - x rays you’ve had: An actual one–one I was eight. Y - your favorite foods: Coconut. Z - zodiac sign: Leo.
This is so cool! Thank you all so much for following! With Summer around the corner hopefully I’ll be posting a little more. Also I have plans for a a sea turtle week, similar in format to the shark week posts. So hopefully that will happen soon, stay tuned!
He lifted his hands up in the air. ‘I’m not
following you, lady. Chill out.’
She narrowed her eyes, and in the moment she looked up
from his, she seemed to fix her gaze on something just over his head. Her
pupils dilated, breath coming in short puffs as she backed away, snarling, ‘Just
keep away from her. I don’t know who you are, or what you want, but I will call
the police if you keep following Corinne.’
She twirled around on the heel of her combat boot before he could open his mouth and strolled over to the door, blue-tinted hair
swaying after her. At this point he really was starting to love the strawberry
scent as he cried, ‘What if I’m not after her?’
She stopped at the front door, meeting his gaze over
the clinging of her keys in the keyhole. ‘Everybody is after Corinne.’ With
that she disappeared inside, leaving him staring at the lit-up hallway.
He leaned his head to the side, considering what just
happened. He couldn’t help it. His lips quirked in a lopsided smile – his first
since 1824. It didn’t last long thought, because as soon as it appeared, a
tall, expensively dressed man materialised from the shadows, looking up at the
third story apartment window. ‘Right,’ mumbled the spectre, ‘Everybody is after
With that he stepped out from the shadows and went in
pursue of the smoky killer.
Hi :) i love your blog... I just wanted to ask if you knew roughly around how many people are following the lolita fashion? Ive just always been curious and everyone is so spread all over the world its really really hard to find each other and know properly about the community :) just wondering if you had an estimate
That’s a really hard question to answer because there are a lot of variables that go into it. For example, are we only counting people who wear Lolita regularly or are we also counting people who maybe have a few coordinates but rarely wear them? Or for that matter people who have only purchased a few items but have yet to put together a full coordinate? It’s also hard to take into account Lolitas who aren’t really on social media or part of any comms. If you want to get a general idea, take a look at the Lolita Community Directory and just see the vast number of comms there are and the numbers of people in them. Some of the comms have upwards of 2000 people in them in just one country so if you take that into account there are likely tens of thousands of Lolitas worldwide, but as I said it’s really hard to say just how many there are.
On my walk in the woods today I came across this beech tree and I almost cried.
It’s such a gorgeous old tree, with such a smooth and elegant bark. I don’t understand why anyone would carve their fucking name into it. First of all, it;’s bad for the tree - it’s the tree’s skin, and it can introduce infection and fungus into the flesh of the tree and give destructive insects a foothold.
It’s so beautiful, and I want to see it whole. Why the actual fuck would anyone find a beautiful tree like this and think, “Carving my name into it would look nice”? No. Fuck no.
So I think we should start a new superstition: Carving your name into a tree will incur loads of bad luck. Or, alternatively, the forest spirits will follow you around and torment you. Or earth witches will copy your name down and perform a mega-curse on you.
I can’t believe it. I got to 3.7k ♥ I’ll keep this message not cheesy and just say thank you so damn much. I was going to wait for 4k, but recently I’ve been feeling like complete shit and having all of you cheering me on, and interacting with me, honestly makes me the happiest, and I wanted to say thank you.
The blogs I listed I genuinely stand behind. I am very particular with who I follow, so trust me when I say these blogs are amazing and you should 100% check them out!
Also, I know when some people see follow forever’s they can feel lonely; but don’t you worry. Let’s become mutuals/friends and you will be on my next follow forever ♥.
Reminder: You’re beautiful, smart and wonderful just the way you are.
blogs listed below (if you aren’t linked im so sorry, tumblr is a pain with linking)
Listen. Listen. I got an amazing Voltron AU headcanon idea for you but you CAN'T GO RUNNING WITH IT MISS ONIONS I KNOW HOW YOU DO THINGS. From me to you: a Star Wars AU.
Predictably………..this is the longest one.
THANKS, ANDY. (I SCREAMED when this showed up in my inbox. Thank you for this gift, my friend. I hope you enjoy.)
(As a thank you to my followers for 100+, I took a handful of AU prompts in celebration! Prompts are quite closed, and I’m proud to present the culminating and final piece of this milestone series. Thank you all for choosing me on your dash!)
00. Lance has wanted to be a Jedi his entire life.
It’s his deepest, most sincere and heartfelt desire.
A Jedi is belonging.
A Jedi has purpose, a path and a place in life. A Jedi looks after others; a Jedi takes care of people. A Jedi is a protector of the galaxy. It’s a longing and a calling Lance has always aspired to.
A Jedi is great, and a Jedi is kind. A Jedi is a keeper of the peace. A Jedi has the Force, wide open and beckoning, bright and true. Lance has loved the Force and the Light for as long as he can remember.
A Jedi looks out for others. A Jedi looks outs for their own.
A Jedi belongs.
Lance is going to be a Jedi.
Little Lance, a handful of years old and toddling on tiptoes in the creche, pudgy face smushed against the transparisteel of the creche window. Stubby fingers leave messy prints, watching all the ships come and go in the distant hustle and bustle of Coruscant night traffic. That’ll be me someday.
Little Lance, older, peeking out from amongst his crechemates as they travel the halls. He watches the robes of the great Jedi Knights swishing about their ankles, Padawans rushing to catch up. That’ll be me someday.
Little Lance, sneaking out to the Temple Gardens late at night to watch the waterfall play, closing his eyes and listening to the Force gurgle over rocks, splash onto stones. The soft breeze of the Force through the grass, the flowers, the trees. The Force is everywhere. A pair of Jedi sit in the grass nearby, quiet, heads bowed in meditation. The Force swirls around them gently, a stream in its own right. Lance hides by his waterfall and observes, content. That’ll be me someday.
Lance, even older. Finally a Padawan himself, following at the heels of his Master as they head down to the hangars for their first mission assignment. Looking over his shoulder at all the other Jedi embarking on ships, returning from missions of their own. A hub of galactic peace, in and out, busy keeping the galaxy safe.
That’ll be me someday.
Lance, at the conclusion of his Trials.
Lance is going to be a Jedi.
01. Lance and Hunk have been best friends since the days of the creche.
“Are we getting anywhere?” Lance asks, leaning on the engine. The sleeve of his robe swings down and nearly smacks Hunk in the face.