another tower

“A Wish for 100″

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Midnight strikes, officially marking Bucky’s 100th birthday. You surprise the super-soldier with a small treat and a gift that has potential to change everything.

A/N: ending the last few hours of the day by wishing a happy 100th to our sweet plum, bucky barnes! // i wrote this in 7 minutes (i timed myself, hurrah) so it’s an incoherent mess. i’ll probably delete this sometime next week xx

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Bucky leans against the headboard of his bed, bringing the covers closer to his body before crossing his arms against his chest. He watches as the second hand of the clock make its way around, hypnotically ticking away.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

In a few minutes, he’ll be 100-years-old, and it baffles him that he’s been on this planet for a century. He’s outlived his parents, his contemporaries, and everything he considered to be home. His age isn’t something he’s too keen on, especially since he’s spent over half of those “one hundred years of life” as a brainwashed weapon for a terrorist organization.

Birthdays are still a weird concept, and he prefers to not make a big deal out of them. He’s requested his teammates to treat it like any other day, and he doesn’t want any special attention. Lucky for him, the Avengers members with a flare for surprises and events are on a mission, and hopefully the rest of the team will oblige to his request.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

His breath hitches.

It’s midnight.

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Tarot in Magic Use

I have a tarot deck that was gifted to me made entirely of leather and just the major arcana. It has an extremely powerful energy to it, and I knew right away this was a tarot deck to be used in spell work, not divination. So I started meditating and looking into the cards and really thinking about what they could be used for/associations. So here’s what I came up with!

(Note: I mention curses in here because some of the cards do lend themselves really well to that. If you don’t curse personally, feel free to disregard those parts. This is based on my personal relationship with the cards, so your personal associations and meanings for your deck may be very different. Be sure to understand the nuances of your cards before using them in a spell.)

🗝0 The Fool: Wiping the slate clean, a fresh start. Opening oneself to new experiences and knowledge.

🗝I The Magician: Manifestation and invocation. Energy work. Personal capability. Utilizing the power already within you and bringing it to the surface.

🗝II The High Priestess: Secrets. Hide and obscure knowledge to others. Increased intuition. Knowledge of the occult. Learn other people’s hidden knowledge while keeping yours under wraps.

🗝III The Empress: Fertility and abundance. Vibrancy, nurturing. Also to some degree, sensuality and sexiness.

🗝IV The Emperor: Strength and stability. Generic masculine power. Traditionalism.

🗝V The Hierophant: Jobs, mentorship and other positions that require some level of conformity. Traditional knowledge, coming more from a dogma or set path rather than a personal experience.

🗝VI The Lovers: Love (obviously,) union, harmony between two people. But mostly love.

🗝VII The Chariot: Success, motivation, overcoming any nasty obstacle. Personal power working with outside powers for your benefit.

🗝VIII Justice: Pretty self explanatory. Justice, getting what one deserves for better or worse. Could also be used as an aid to help guide you to the best decision when stuck at a crossroads.

🗝IX The Hermit: Knowledge latent within oneself that you want to bring to the surface. Cutting ties between yourself and people/groups that no longer benefit you. Any spell designed to get people to stay away from you (but warning here, the Hermit doesn’t discriminate between the people you still want to see and those you don’t!)

🗝X Wheel of Fortune: Luck, a change of fate. Finding one’s true calling/destiny. A request of a long-term type of success.

🗝XI Strength: Emotional strength, mastery of emotions, self-control. Resilience and courage.

🗝XII The Hanged Man: Release of unwanted emotions, new perspectives. In a curse or hex setting, it can also be used to represent someone who has been traitorous, especially in decks with a more traditional art style.

🗝XIII Death: Can be used to represent death during rituals such as a dumb supper. Important endings, rebirth, shedding the skin of the past. Hard cutoffs.

🗝XIV Temperance: Balance, cleansing, a restoration of energies as they should be. Healing.

🗝XV The Devil: Addictive negativity. All things bad in life that can be avoided, but are easy to slip into. Can be used to sic this on someone else in a powerful hex, or can be used as a representation of your own demons as you break free from them.

🗝XVI The Tower: Another card that’s particularly good for offense magic. Sudden, unexpected crisis. A destruction of what one has been working for. Upheaval. Could also be used to try and protect oneself as much as possible from this before it happens, if you sense trouble ahead.

🗝XVII The Star: Hope, guidance, generosity. Can be used when searching for a sign for something or for a pathway to be illuminated.

🗝XVIII The Moon: Mystery, emotional/spiritual fog, being stuck in a grey area. Illusion, hiding/obscuring yourself or something else. Could be used as a more gentle hex to weaken somebody without wrecking them like some of the other cards. Alternatively, it could be used to represent the literal moon, as either a replacement (if you can’t access the moon) or as a way to draw down the moon’s power.

🗝XIX The Sun: Recharging, success, vitality and enlightenment. Celebration. A powerful source of positive and productive energies, but without a lot of direction on its own. Similarly to The Moon, it could also be used as a representation of the literal Sun.

🗝XX Judgement: Guidance in making tough decisions. Luck or good fortune in the final stages of something important. Reaping the benefits (or punishments, so be careful) of our work up to this point.

🗝XXI The World: Harmony, tying up loose ends. Completeness and wholeness. Resolution of all conflict.

@sp0tt3d does “different level of the Tower” mean anything to you? Spoilers if you haven’t finished the series (including the Coda), but the same cyclical story being told with infinite variations is… kind of fundamental to the whole idea of the Tower. A black Roland is a black Roland. The nature of the entire story *requires* that there be changes unless you make a 100% accurate adaption of the books, which is not what this is and not what its advertising itself as.

Hufflepuff Conversation #1
  • Hufflepuff: so, what are your common rooms like?
  • Ravenclaw: we are in a tower, where magical books line the walls.
  • Gryffindor: we’re in another tower, with a roaring fireplace, and soft couches
  • Slytherin: we are under the great lake with a great view of the fish and mere-people.
  • Hufflepuff: ... We are right next to the kitchen, so we have unlimited food. And it’s really cosy.
  • 3 other houses: … 😒
  • Hufflepuff: what?
  • 3 other houses: you lucky motherf*ckers.
  • Hufflepuff: we know.
All Mine - Bucky x Reader

Plot: Jealous Bucky is NOT someone you should get on the wrong side of.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 3897 (literally why this took me all week)
Warnings: Grinding (dancing), spanking, penetrative sex, orgasm denial. Yup.
Author’s Note: I’m sorry for being so MIA lately. School is killing me. BUT, here’s angry Bucky smut for your Friday night ;)

Originally posted by wintersthighs

When it comes to Bucky, you’ve never met anyone who can crawl under your skin like an annoying insect, while at the same time, makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. Bucky makes you feel like you’re only thing that matters. The thing is, though, it’s not like you’re dating. The both of you just spend so much time together that it ends up being more beneficial than not. The second your skin collides with his, fireworks go off in every direction and the two of you go at it for hours.

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Roadrat Tangled AU

Jamie is the lost prince who was stolen and locked up in a tower for his “treasure”.

Mako is a thief with a grudge against the kingdom for giving away his land and home as part of a treaty.

Things go as expected, Mako ends up in Jamie’s tower after stealing the missing Prince’s crown, which wouldn’t be a problem if Jamie hadn’t been spending decades learning how to build bombs and traps while locked up. Now Mako has a choice, get blown up or take Jamie to see all the sights around the Kingdom that he’s only heard about but never seen.

Cue a few months of them riding around the kingdom on Mako’s trusty steed while evading the authorities and those who locked Jamie in the tower in the first place. Over time, Mako and Jamie start to know each other better. Mako starts to tell Jamie about his grudge against the kingdom and the life he lived before. Jamie tells Mako about his magic hair (it’s still pretty long, but not 60 feet long, he can’t cut it, but no one said anything about burning some of it off)

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Elephant in the Room

Combination of Two Prompts: How would Batmom react to Teen Titans Robin and him not being in contact with them for so long? What would happen if she showed up at the tower? AND Dick calls Bruce and Batmom dad and mom for the first time after being adopted.

Words: 1745

AN: This was a pretty long one, but filled with fluffy feels, and I love it!!!


Your son is one of the best of his generation, and in your mother’s eye, the best. You understand why he left, you support his choice of independence, but an entire year without a call is simply too much. He stayed in contact for the first two, a random call here, and email, there, but then suddenly there was nothing.

          The only thing that let you know he was still alive were the news reports. Bruce, of course, follows every morsel of news. Though he’d never say it out loud, he knows that things need to be fixed.  You’d be willing to bet the Wayne family fortune that Dick knows the exact same thing.

          You can’t help but smile, after all, that’s what you’re here for; to beat sense into those stubborn heads. The security system is the exact same as the Batcave’s, and you’re surprised to find that your codes work.

          You let yourself in, and one quick hack into the system tells you that no one is there. So you wander, you take in the sights, and look around at the home your son has built for himself. You smile when you find his room. He’s changed his uniform a bit. There are no photos in obvious places or any real identifying marks.

          You leave the room for the common room and take a seat on the couch. You pull the photo album out and just wait. When the sound of footsteps and laughter sounds, you slip on the mask that’s needed; it actually goes rather nicely with your outfit.

          More than just his team strolls through the doors, it seems like every super powered teen in existence is there and Dick just stops at the sight of you. You stand up, and say, “I didn’t realize you’d be in the middle of a party.”

          He stiffens a bit and asks, “What are you doing here?” His voice is a bit hesitant.

          You grab your bag, and approach him. The closer you get the more you realize just how much he’s grown. You smile and say, “We need to talk.” He glances back at his friends and back to you, you just say, “I’ll wait in your room, I already know the way.”

          He watches you slide through the doors and Starfire asks, “Robin, who is that woman?”

          His voice is tight with emotion when he says “She’s my mother.”

          There’s a collective statement of “You have a mother?”

          Dick just glances at Roy and Wally, the only two not surprised and says, “Of course I have a mother.” Before he walks out of the room.

          He finds you sitting on the bed, sans mask. Before he can say a word you say, “No masks, you know the rules.”

          He doesn’t fight you on it, just removes his mask. You smile and open your arms. Sure enough he slides right into them. His head goes to your lap, and your fingers run through his hair. When the sobs come you know something happened, that there was a reason he hadn’t called.

          You let him cry, because sometimes everyone needs to, and you’d be willing to bet that your baby is long overdue. When he’s done, he slides on to the bed and tells you everything. He tells you about being held against his will by Slade, being forced to do horrible things, and then he tells you about the Brotherhood of Evil, and finally about Trigon.

          You listen as he pours out every pent up emotion, and when he’s done you don’t say anything about it. Instead you start on your own story, “Do you remember when you first came to live at the manor?”

          His brow furrows, “Of course.”

          You smile and remove a stuffed elephant from your bag, his eyes go wide at the sight of it. “You were so little and scared, and man oh man, did you remind me of Bruce. You two were the same age you know, when you lost your parents. You didn’t know what to make of us, and we weren’t really sure what to make of you to be honest. At that point we’d only been responsible for ourselves.”

          Dick smirks, “And all of Gotham.”

          You smile, as your hand strokes over the elephants worn head, “We’d never planned on kids, but when we saw you after that show, it hit us, you were ours. And then you started to grow, and you took on the family business with your dad, and I was just amazed, at how lucky we were to be blessed with a kid like you.”

          “You always made sure to keep my birth parents in the picture though. You’d talk about them with me, you’d take me to visit their graves whenever I wanted to. You even had that portrait made.”

          You grin, “That was all your dad, he didn’t want you to feel like we were replacing them.”

          “You didn’t I just got lucky  and got to have two sets of parents.”

          You smile, and there’s a moment of silence, “He misses you, you know.” Dick doesn’t say anything. “He bookmarks every newspaper article on you saving the day. Even has a subscription to the local paper. He’s very proud.”

          “He wouldn’t be proud if he knew what happened.” You smile a bit and he just groans, “How in the world does he know?”

          You smile, “He saw the footage from the top of the Wayne tower, you were stealing from.”

          “He didn’t come.”

          “He was on his way, already tracked Slade’s headquarters down and everything, when it suddenly blew up, he knew that your team had made things right. The Brotherhood of Evil was a learning experience too, and you saved the world from Trigon. When it comes down to it, you’ve done a lot of good Dick. And you’ve made a lot of friends too.”

          He smiles, “It’s the bi-yearly get together. Pizza party.”

          You groan, “Please tell me you at least eat some healthy things.”

          He smirks, “I make Alfred proud every once in awhile.”

          “Good.”

          You pass him the elephant and he smiles and you say, “I never thought you’d leave her behind.”

          He shrugs, “I outgrew her.”

          You just smile, “When you first came to live with us you refused to let her go. Took her everywhere, for that first year.”

          Dick just smiles, “You guys homeschooled me for that first year. I didn’t have to let her go.”

          You laugh, “Still, you took her to all the Wayne foundation events, to restaurants, when we’d visit your dad at work. You even insisted that she be buckled in. You also insisted on taking her to that theme park. I was against it, I just knew she’d get put down somewhere, but Bruce insisted that everything would be fine.”

          “I’d been with you guys for about eight months at that point, I was at the tail end of my Robin training.”

          You nod, “Sure enough you left her there. You were in tears, you kept saying I have to have her, we have to get her back, she’s family. And then at some point you look up at me and Bruce and you said, ‘Please Mommy, please Daddy, we have to go search for her.’ That was the first time you called us Mom and Dad. It wouldn’t become a regular thing until a few months later, but in that moment your dad and I knew we’d move heaven and earth to make you happy.”

          Dick just smiles, “That was the first time he took me out as Robin. He called it the case of the missing elephant. He helped me track her down. Someone had thrown her in the trash on top of some nachos.”

          You smile, “I had to hand wash her, and then throw her in the washing machine three times to get all that cheese off. It’s amazing she doesn’t have any stains.”

          There’s a moment of silence before he says, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in contact.”

          You pull him in for a hug, “It’s okay, baby boy. You can make it up by coming to dinner this Friday.”

          “Mom, I don’t know if I’m …”

          You cut him off, “He misses you Dick. You’re his son, and whatever that stupid argument was about three years ago, it’s forgotten.”

          “He really wants to see me?”

          You smile, “He talks about you all the time, how proud he is of what you’ve accomplished.”

          He smiles and says, “I’ll be there.”

          “Good, you can meet your new brother.”

          His eyes go wide, “You had a, but the papers didn’t say anything about …”

          You smirk, “His name is Jason, Bruce found him trying to take the wheels off the Batmobile. He’s in training right now.”

          Dick smiles, “Good, Batman needs a Robin, and I’ve been thinking it might be time to change things up. New identity for a new chapter and all that.”

          You lean down and kiss the top of his head, “As long as Dick Grayson remains that sweet, caring, and noble boy that I’ve always known, I think that sounds wonderful.”

          He kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you Friday, Mom.”

          You smile and leave his room, slipping on the mask again before you go. Waiting outside the door are all the teen heroes. You smile and say, “Speedy, Kid Flash, you have his back right?”

          Wally just grins and says, “Always Batmom, you know that.”

          You turn to the rest of his immediate team, “Thank you for taking such good care of my son. It’s good to see he’s made excellent friends.” They’re too stunned to say anything else. You leave the tower without another word. You reach home several hours later, to find Bruce waiting up for you despite the hour.

          “Jason asleep?” you ask.

          He just smiles and says, “Yep, he and Alfred baked cookies all day, and you know what a task master Alfred is when it comes to his kitchen.” He pauses before asking, “How’s our oldest son?”

          “Coming to dinner on Friday.”

          “He’s okay though?”

          You nod, “The picture of health, seems like he made some pretty good friends, too.”

Bruce just smiles and says, “Thank God.”

          You grab his hand, “Come on Caped Crusader, time for bed.”

          He come with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and says, “Bed sounds absolutely divine.”

anonymous asked:

How many vehicles has Steve wrecked and did this pattern start before he got the serum or after?

thankfully, he only really started wrecking stuff properly after the serum. he’s always been really good at using his surroundings to his advantage in a fight, and he had surprisingly good spatial awareness for a half-deaf colorblind guy.  which was good because he had pretty much nothing but that and pure bullheadedness going for him when it came to actual fisticuffs. well, that and me. i was usually there to fish him out before things got too nasty. he always hated that. 

plus, steve’s fights when he was still a brave little toaster and not a brave industrial refrigerator were mostly backalley fistfights, and therefore rarely merited the throw-a-motorcycle-at-it method of conflict resolution. 

but after? i have no idea how many vehicles he’s wrecked. im told that one of the first things he did was rip a door off a taxicab to use as a shield, which, typical. and then he was hoisting aloft motorcycles loaded with ladies in the star spangled show, and ive got no clue what happened with that. during the war he went through six or so bikes, and if you wanna count enemy vehicles, it seemed like we were blowing up or stealing somebody’s ride every other week at least. 

and it seems that the future has not slowed him down on that front. from what ive heard and seen, he’s continued his one man war on all things horsepowered. 

frankly at this point he’s probably killed as many vehicles as i have people. 

Five Times Enjolras Almost Proposed to Grantaire, and Twice He Did

@ionlyrunfromshameyour wish is my command. Established ExR, Modern AU, fluffy as fluffy can be.

Grantaire bounced on the balls of his feet, barely able to contain his excitement as the line into the Louvre inched forward. “So I know I’ve said it like a bajillion times, but I really appreciate you coming here with me.”

“It’s not like it’s a hardship for me to spend time with you on our vacation to Paris,” Enjolras said, amused. “I may not be as into art as you, but there’s some great pieces in the Louvre – Delacroix’s Liberty Leading the People; Meissonier’s The Barricade, rue de la Mortellerie, June 1848; Vien’s The Triumph of the Republic…I could go on.”

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, Grantaire looped his arm through Enjolras’s and leaned his head against his shoulder. “Naturally, I should have guessed where your interest would lie. Just promise me you’re not going to pull a Bastille reaction and start crying.”

Enjolras scowled at him. “Look, it was our first night in Paris, I had had a bit too much wine at your insistence, I would remind you, and it’s an emotional part of history.”

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Not Over You pt. 5

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,822

Warnings: language, alcohol

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A/N: another absolutely heartbreaking part. why do i do this. more to come!

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Originally posted by mostlycap

You woke up from the night feeling more tired than ever. There was a dull aching in your head from the whiskey you’d consumed earlier. But other than that, it had felt like it had been a dream.  Much to your surprise Steve stayed after the unexpected, and frankly unplanned, kiss. There was conversation. But not as much as there had been hugging and apologizing, on both ends. There had been kissing and the clashing of hips and moaning and heavy breathing. It felt like your heart had mended overnight, something you never thought was possible.

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I Miss the Misery: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

So this is based off the song I Miss the Misery by Halestorm. Hope you guys like it!

I’ve been a mess since you stayed,
I’ve been a wreck since you changed,

Kol wasn’t expecting your letters to be among Klaus’. 

Any other time, he probably would’ve thrown his brother across the room for going through his things, but when he saw the familiar cursive handwriting, he remembered that he had in fact been dead, so it probably didn’t matter. 

He sat on the bed, knowing he had to hide these from Davina if their relationship was to work. 

She wouldn’t like knowing that there had been someone else in the picture. 

She definitely wouldn’t like knowing the heartbreak this person had caused. 

She most certainly wouldn’t like knowing that you were the first person he had ever turned all those centuries ago. 

Y/N Y/L/N. The first girl Kol Mikaelson had ever loved. 

And so, checking no-one was around first, he began to read, reminding himself of all the reasons you had been a part of his life.

Don’t let me get in your way,
I miss the lies and the pain,

He was reminded of the night you left, the night he practically through you out. 

1720. 

One night before he was daggered and his family whisked him off to New Orleans. 

“Well, you made a right mess of that!”

“I’m sorry?”

You and Kol faced each other, emotions rising. You had just come back from a hunt, and you, in a supposed moment of weakness, had  let someone go. Which would result in them telling the whole of Cadiz that vampires lived among them. 

After 600 years of being with the Mikaelsons, you would think that mistakes like that would go unpunished. 

Apparently not. 

You two continued to fight about it. Normally, it probably would have ended in sex of some kind, that was how you two made up, but not this time. 

This time it was you who changed. 

”I can’t, I can’t keep doing this anymore Kol. I can’t keep worrying about whether or not we’re going to get caught. I thought the whole point of this was being carefree.”

”Well, if that’s how you feel, love, maybe you should just go.”

So you did, and never looked back. 

I miss the bad things,
The way you hate me,
I miss the screaming,
The way that you blame me!

Kol missed the fights between you two. 

He missed how you would always blame each other, and then Elijah would run in, call you both idiotic, how you were both as stubborn and as reckless as each other. 

It was what made you a perfect match. 

When the dagger was pulled out of Kol’s chest a century later, he did make an effort to try and find you. 

To apologise. 

To tell you he loved you. After all, it was why he had turned you.

Of course, now you would be dead. After he had died back at the hands of the Gilbert boy, his entire sire line perished. Including you. 

Miss the phone calls
When it’s your fault,
I miss the late nights,
Don’t miss you at all!

More than anything, Kol missed the times when you accepted that you were to blame. 

How you would show up, tears streaming, begging for his forgiveness. 

How he would pick you up, spin you around, attaching his lips to yours, your hands in his hair as he carried you to the bedroom. 

How, that night, all that would exist would be you two, your bodies merging as one. 

He tried to pretend that it was the sex that he missed, after you left, but anyone with a brain would know that it was really you. 

Your eyes, your hair, your smile, the way his name would roll off your tongue. 

Things he would now never experience again. 

I like the kick in the face,
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery!

Of course, Kol had Davina now. 

A sweet girl, whom he loved. He really did. 

But he would never have the things he had with you, with her. He would never turn her, he knew that. 

He would never be with her for centuries. He just had to make do with the time he had now. 

Folding away the letters, prepared to go and see his current girlfriend, Kol was somewhat surprised to hear shouting from downstairs. 

So he followed it. 

He saw his two older brothers towering over another, almost in an attempt to hide this new person. 

“What’s going on?”

As if on cue, Elijah and Klaus were pushed aside to reveal the new arrival. 

Kol was taken aback. Confused. This wasn’t possible. 

The same eyes. The same hair. The same smile. 

The same feeling when his name rolled off your tongue. 

“Hello, Kol. Miss me?”

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love what you wrote with Damian and Jason I was wondering if you could do something with innocence and broken pieces? (You can pick one or the other or do them together its up to you if you like)

Ah, thank you so much!! I hope you like this one too~


“They’re playing with Legos,” Dick had said through a mouthful of cereal.

Jason really hadn’t expected that to be true and in a sense, it wasn’t. After all, who thought of Legos and immediately imagined an entire ballroom filled with what could only be considered as an expanding Lego kingdom.

And in the center of it all was Damian, bent over and adjusting the flags on his castle. He took a step back. The highest tower of the castle far surpassed his height, which was probably where Bruce came in handy.

Jason tucked his hands into his pockets, feeling oddly out of place but not quite sure where to pinpoint it. “Hey, squirt, where’s your dad?”

Damian brushed back his hair and scowled. “Getting more pieces. Our armory is severely lacking and we’ve only just started on the village.” Despite the annoyed tone in his voice, Damian seemed at ease surrounded by his Lego kingdom. “Why do you require Father’s services?”

“Needed a file,” Jason said, squinting at a Lego man who… had a gun. They made Lego guns?

Jason kind of wanted one.

He kind of wanted all of this. The Legos. The hanging out with a parent who’d go out and get more Legos just because.

But no. Jason got a shitty childhood, had to grow up too fast, lost both his parents, gained one who refused to be his substitute dad, never really had a friend and then fucking died. At sixteen.

Like a moron.

He grit his teeth.

“What file?” Damian asked, watching Jason over his shoulder.

Jason sighed. Took a step forward. “Look, kid-”

“Don’t!” Damian snapped sharp, eyes wide but the resounding crack that echoed under Jason’s foot made it clear he’d fucked up anyway.

He winced and took a step back. Under his foot were the cracked and broken pieces of a few stray Legos. He scooped them up and something in him felt lost. Something he’d never had shattered in him. That childhood he used to envy from other kids. The innocence and softness that came with having a real family and getting to play with fucking Legos.

He frowned and rubbed his face with his stray hand. Glancing back at Damian, he said, “Sorry, Dames.”

There was an inexplicable agony on the kid’s face as he stared at the broken Legos in Jason’s palm. Not pain-pain but something still harsh. Still hurt.

Jason relaxed onto the soles of his feet. His hand fisted around the Lego pieces.

Damian never had a childhood either.

Not like kids were supposed to have with giant lights and love and wonder and parents who didn’t train them to be killers. Jason took a quick glance around the room one more time and wondered if Bruce realized that finally.

Realized that Damian was all kinds of fucked up in ways that couldn’t be fixed just by teaching him to be good.

The kid grit his teeth and looked away. “Whatever,” he said, snippish like his mother. “Father is bringing back more later.”

Uncertainty squalled his voice and Jason was left wondering how long ago it was that Bruce left and how many times he’d missed out on shit like this. Loving moments with his fucking son.

You’d think having two kids die on you would make a parent more attentive when they came back but Bruce was always good at defying the norms.

Jason shoved the pieces into his jacket pocket and eyed Damian for a long while. Then he sighed. He was really beginning to hate himself at this point. He was a zombie. He’d died.

He was supposed to be heartless. Uncaring. Kicking down bad guys and shooting them in the head with remorse. No love. No guilt. Nothing.

And yet…

He ducked forward to sidle up behind Damian. “Hey, you ever thought about adding another tower?”

Damian frowned at him, like he was some kinds of stupid. “That’s ridiculous, Todd. Another tower would throw the symmetry out of proportion and even if I were to maintain the symmetry, the entire structure would be off balance and crumble under a stiff breeze.” He threw Jason a look of pure scathing. “Even an imbecile could see that.”

Jason smirked. “Sorry to disappoint but I never wanted to be an architect, Little D.” He gestured grandly. “Educate me.”

Damian sighed, like he didn’t want to, but a small smile quirked at the edge of his mouth as he launched into a long-winded and probably boring explanation on proper castle structures.

Jason licked his lips and settled in, focusing.

Because that was the shitty thing about Jason Todd. He could get fucked over by people who “loved” him. He could die again and again and yet, every time he’d come back, he’d more than likely fuck himself over by jumping off the deep end and learning how to love again. Like some kind of ass.

Because family meant a lot to him.

And Damian, regrettably and also not regrettably, was family.

Beast - Kylo Ren (Version 1)

This is based off of Beauty and the Beast, so don’t hate me for the rushed romance! I might be posting the second version I have of this story. It’s longer than this (somehow) and more plot intensive. 

Originally posted by thewinterwind

You paced around your prison, your holding cell, glancing around the room in the search for any means of escape. The dark grey walls were solid, no cracks, or sliding panels. You slumped against the wall in defeat. You rested your head in your heads, trying not to think of the hopeless Resistance. It was your job to gather intel from The First Order but judging by your predicament now, you had failed. The urge to cry was overwhelming in that moment, but when the door to the cell opened, your tears faded away.

“Look at this,” hissed the creature, Kylo Ren. His dark cloaks making his already imposing frame even more intimidating. “It seems the Resistance recruits young, how shameful.” You stood up, a surge of rage coursing through your veins. You looked directly into the eyes of the mask, still unable to see proof that the beast inside was in fact human.

“The Resistance isn’t the one stealing children from their homes, training them to be heartless killing machines. You’re a monster.” As you spoke, the pictures you had seen of Stormtrooper recruitment camps flashed in your mind. Malnourished and stolen from their homes, the children were given no choice but to fight. These thoughts only strengthened your resolve and you stood up a little straighter. He seemed taken aback at your statement, shifting slightly from where he stood. As you continued to stare into the mask, you didn’t notice the tears streaming down your cheeks; but Kylo Ren did. He saw your heart in the tears that slid down your face and it was unlike anything he had ever seen.

“You’re right,” he muttered, turning to look away from your face.  His words left you silent, shocked at his answer. The eyes of the mask met your gaze once more before the cloaked figure left your cell. Before the second the metal door shut, you could’ve sworn that you saw the infamous Kylo Ren hang his head in defeat. You shook the thought from your mind, in an attempt to calm it. You brushed a hand under your eye, collecting the tears that had fallen against your will. You stared at the droplets on your fingertips, thoughts racing to your brain; but instead of traveling into the uncharted space that was Kylo Ren’s beastly behavior, you just sat on the uncomfortable cot. Your encounter with The First Order’s deadly symbol left you feeling a renewed sense of hope. You shifted to lie down, your thoughts of home and the Resistance; but as you drifted off to sleep, thoughts of the man behind the mask poked at your heart.


As Kylo Ren made his way down the halls of the new First Order base, Stormtroopers and lieutenants alike made way for his darkness. His mind was still whirling from the confrontation with the prisoner. His feet carried him to the security room which held a multitude of screens that were linked to camera throughout the base. The moment he walked through the door, the single guard stood up shakily. Kylo suppressed a mocking laugh at the fear in the guards wide eyes.

“Kylo Ren, Sir. What is the reasoning behind this visit?” Kylo cocked his head as the frightened man spoke. He must be new to the base.

“My own research,” Ren said coldly, “unless you have something to hide.” The guard shook his head quickly, sweat dripping down his forehead. Kylo took sadistic pride in the terror he instilled in the man, but felt a tug at his soul. The light that had stolen the air from his lungs when he first laid his eyes on the captive. Before his dark facade fell completely, Kylo spoke up once more. “Good. Now,” he took a dramatic step forward, “show me the prisoner.”

You weren’t sure on how much time had passed since your first ‘chat’ with Kylo Ren, but it felt like ages had passed. So when he finally returned to your small cell, still hidden behind his mask, you wondered why you wanted him to come back in the first place.

“What do you want?” Surprisingly, your tone wasn’t as hostile as you thought it would be. You noticed the fallen Jedi’s shoulder relax when you spoke, triggering memories of the first meeting and the confusion that ensued after.

“You came here, knowing there was a chance you’d never return back to the Resistance.” You watched as he took another step towards you, towering over your frame. “Yet you came to steal information from us. Why?” You raised an eyebrow, causing the mask to shift slightly as the creature inside awaited your answer.

“For the greater good of others,” you whispered back. “The people back home don’t deserve to suffer under your treachery.” Your words hung in the air as Kylo Ren stood still. You felt nervous at not knowing what he was thinking when the realization hit you. If he was in fact trained in the ways of the Force, why hadn’t he used his power to simply read your thoughts.

“How can you see such beauty in those you hardly know?” Despite the voice altering mask, you could almost hear a hint of sadness when he spoke.

“Their spirit, the fight in their souls,” you paused in thought, “it’s not hard to see. They care for one another, so I care for them. It’s family, in a way.” Your eyes traveled to the ground. You were getting lost in the memories of those you missed when you heard a click and a hissing sound. You looked up, watching as his hands lifted the heavy mask from his face.

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Ults stevetony ficlet: Want

For the “anticipation” square on my stony bingo card.


Steve ignored the urge to fidget, his fingers drumming on the expensive leather of the couch. He didn’t know what he was doing here. (Yes, he did, he knew exactly what he was doing here.) He and Tony had been out to a restaurant together - that was something that friends did, he told himself, men often ate dinner together these days. That was fine.

The way Tony’s eyes had gone dark while his tongue flicked out before wrapping his lips around his dessert spoon, that had been less friendly. The way he’d held Steve’s gaze while licking his fingers clean after the cheese course, sucking on each digit until releasing it with a loud pop, did not strike even Steve as platonic. But that was just Tony’s way, flirting like he breathed. It wasn’t as if he meant anything by it.

And yet, when they’d arrived at Tony’s door and he had smiled charmingly and invited Steve up for a nightcap, the flimsiest of pretexts given that they both knew full well Steve didn’t drink, Steve felt a wild curiosity at the possibilities. In a moment of madness, he had agreed, and Tony had just barely hidden his shock before ushering him inside.

So now here Steve was, perched awkwardly on Tony’s sofa, waiting for the man himself to return from “making himself more comfortable”, whatever that meant.

When Tony returned with an overflowing martini glass in hand, Steve opened his mouth to make a comment before he took in what Tony was wearing - an indecently short purple silk robe and nothing else - and nearly swallowed his tongue.

Tony threw himself onto the sofa next to Steve, drink threatening to slosh over both of them. He leaned over, smiling conspiratorially, chatting away as if this were just another day at the tower. He was so unashamed, and Steve felt a pang of jealousy that this all seemed so natural to Tony. As if propositioning his team mates was something he did every day (for Tony, he thought unkindly, it probably was).

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  • Question that should be on my mind as I pore over an 1848 map of Boston: How long would it have taken a person to walk from Old South meetinghouse to Old South chapel?
  • Question that is on my mind as I pore over an 1848 map of Boston: Are Milk St. and Water St. right next to each other on purpose???
Here's a Sing headcanon

Buster’s illegal activities (mainly draining the water tower from another building) catches up to him and, due to association, Meena. Nana gets them the best lawyers money can buy, but facts are facts. They committed a crime, and both are sentenced to jail time (I don’t know how likely that is, but hear me out). They get to the joint, and tiny, fluffy Moon and large-but-timid Meena don’t look like they’re gonna last the day in lockup. They’re approached by a large, menacing gorilla. “You’re Moon, own that theater?”
*nod*
“And you’re the elephant with the angel voice?”
A stammered yes, thank you.
“I’m Johnny’s dad, and I owe my son’s happiness to you two. Don’t you worry about a thing in here. You two are with me, and anyone that messes with you has to answer to me and my crew.”
Suddenly jail seems more tolerable.