big dumb puppy


Lestat can be like a big dumb puppy sometimes, and he also has selective hearing loss. OF COURSE SHE WANTED ANOTHER DOLL like of course she did. Did he consult w/ Louis first? No. No, he did not.

I will never get over just how good Chris is at playing an evil character. It’s become so much more obvious to me since I’ve watched him play Mon El, who is basically a big dumb puppy. I mean, he’s good at both roles, but it just amazes me how he is able to go from something like this

To this

But that alone isn’t it. Like, Kai can have the biggest grin on his face and still creep me the fuck out.

I mean his micro-expressions are amazing. He can do almost the same laugh and seem genuine in one scene and evil little shit in another.

But yeah, this boy is talented af.

(No) Sympathy for the Devil

A/N: This is my entry for @bookybuns fic fest! School has been absolutely kicking my ass but I’d be damned if I didn’t write this little baby before the deadline passed! I had a lot of fun writing this and getting my underworld/hell/demon fix, because I love universes like this. I’ll probably write another part or two to this if the mood strikes me. Hope y’all enjoy. I’ll be working on getting new things out sometime this weekend!

Prompt: “How the hell did we end up in fuckin’ Purgatory?”

Summary: You wake up to find out that you’ve managed to royally fuck up everything and your best friend is just along for the ride. 

Pairing: Angel!Bucky x Angel!Reader

Warnings: Swearing (Reader’s a bit of a hot head), Fluff, some angst (not too much), Hell (lol), some humor! 

Word count: 1,071

There’s a dull throbbing in your side and you open your eyes to find a pair of wide blue eyes staring back at you in the morning light. Upon further inspection, you realize that you’re not actually sure what time of day it is, and morning light is a fancy way of saying orange. Hell fire orange.

“Doll?” Bucky asks, and you roll your eyes up to his face to see him staring down curiously at you.


“You aren’t mad, are you?”

“About you breathing in my face with your rancid morning breath before I’ve fully woken up? A little, yeah.”

Bucky doesn’t laugh at your joke, and you frown at him.

“What’s the matter?”

“Look around, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes and sit up, wincing at the pain in your side that was not there yesterday. Bucky quickly moves out of the way so that you don’t bump your head against his, and his eyes grow wider as he waits for you to take in your surroundings. Instead of your normal apartment, you seem to be inside of some kind of cell. It is unbelievably hot inside, and it takes you about two seconds longer than it should for you to figure out where you are.

“Bucky,” you begin evenly, not wanting to lose your temper. “What happened?”

Bucky goes pale, and you can feel your blood start to boil.

“Don’t be mad…” he whispers.

You close your eyes and sigh, squeezing the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger.

“I’ll try not to be,” you say. “Just tell me what happened. I won’t be mad. I promise.”

“You sure?”

“For fucks sake, yes! I won’t be mad. Just-just tell me: how the hell did we end up in fuckin’ Purgatory???

Bucky frowns at you and scoots a little further away. He draws his knees into his chest and looks down at his feet.

“You said you wouldn’t get mad.”

Your instincts are stronger than your reason, and you want to give him a nice punch in the chest, but you take a deep breath and smile at your big, dumb puppy of a best friend.

“I’m not trying to be upset with you, Buck. I’m just a little overwhelmed. It’s not your fault. Just tell me what’s going on.”

“Well…you remember the bar crawl last night?”

You nod. A few of your friends had passed out of angel bootcamp and were on their way to becoming accepted into the league of seraphim, something that you’d been dreaming of since you’d arrived in heaven. You, Bucky, and a few of your closest friends that would still be around for a while decided to throw a big party to give the chosen few a proper sendoff. You visited the best bars in your neighborhood, and got drunker than you’d expected to be, but you figured it was alright because you were celebrating.

“Yeah,” you say. “Sorry about puking all over your shoes.”

Bucky shrugs.

“It’s not a big deal.”

You nodded. You definitely had bigger things to worry about other than soiled shoes now.

“What about last night?” you press.

“Well, you got up on one of the tables last night and were screaming Rihanna lyrics at the top of your lungs.”

You roll your eyes at the memory. Classic, messy you.


“And one of the guys was getting a little too comfortable dancing next to you. He-he kept wrapping his arms around you and groping your waist and your chest.”

You didn’t remember that.

“Wait, what guy?”

Bucky rolls his eyes.


“That little shit! You should have let me bash his face in.”

“Well, you kinda did,” he says with a sardonic smile.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, and Bucky nods.


“Wait, so they threw us down here because I punched the guy?”

Bucky shakes his head and smiles at you. He looks proud.
“You didn’t just punch him, doll. You went ballistic. You kept telling him that you were gonna shove your foot down his throat. I think you knocked out a few of his teeth…He was in pretty bad shape once we finally pulled you off of him. And then we had an immediate meeting with our supervisors and they said you’ve been repeatedly antagonistic to a lot of the male angels, and suggested that you be sent down here temporarily to be reformed. And maybe they’d give you another shot in a century or so.”

“A century? A century is ‘temporary?’”

Bucky nods.

Fuuuuck,” you groan, collapsing back onto your pillows.

Tears prick your eyes, and you can’t help but be pissed at yourself. Bucky sighs and lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms so that your back presses against his chest.

“I’m sorry Bucky,” you whimper.

“No, no, it’s fine,” he coos, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

“Why are you even here?” you ask.

From what he’s told you about last night, Bucky did nothing. It doesn’t make sense for him to be here with you, especially since he’s had a squeaky clean record for centuries.

“I told them that there was no way they were sending you down here by yourself.”

Your whirl around to look at him.

“Bucky, you idiot! Why did you do that?”

His eyes are wide at your anger and he shrugs.

“I couldn’t let you literally rot in hell knowing there was nothing I could do about it!”

You groan and slap his chest.

Never do anything like that again!”

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna be mad!”

“Yeah, when I thought you were the one who got us down here! Not because you have such a large hero complex that you can’t even let me get in trouble without stepping in to save the day!”

Bucky frowns. He looks close to tears himself, and you immediately feel bad.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“No, Bucky it’s fine, really. Thank you. Just don’t…stop screwing yourself over because of me, okay?”

He nods, and tries to hide the pout on his lips.

“Oh come here, you big dummy,” you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Bucky hugs you close as you laugh at his audacity. You hug him tighter.

“Thank you,” you whisper again, grateful that he’s sacrificed so much for you without thinking of the consequences.

“Always, doll,” he says, and you believe it.



day two favorite episode → season two epsiode seven

thewinterotter  asked:

OK this has been bugging me for ages and I don't think the book or anything actually has an answer. Do you think all of Watney's video logs and sorta diary entries got uploaded to the MAV/Hermes and back to Earth, so everybody actually sees what he went through, or do you think those records won't actually be recovered until if/when another mission goes to that site? LIKE SOMETIMES I IMAGINE HIS CREWMATES WATCHING THOSE VIDEOS AND CRYING ABOUT IT AND THEN I CRY ABOUT IT AND EVERYTHING IS TEARS.

Alright, I have this theory that everything they record on their portable cameras and that Mark uploads on his computer afterwards are immediately transferred to the Hermes via a more powerful and advanced version of Bluetooth (that uses all the satellites in Mars’ orbit as relay for the signal), so that if anything happens on the surface of Mars, NASA gets insta’ update and they don’t loose anything. Now, when the Ares III crew leaves during the storm, Mark’s logs stop being received by the Hermes, since there is too much distance between them by then. He accumulates all these logs anyway because once Ares IV is in Mars’ atmosphere, they would immediately get all his files uploaded on their computer aboard their ship, and even if Mark’s dead at that point, they’d know what happened to him. Which is why he kept recording.

My headcanon is that when the Hermes does its fly-by and Lewis/Beck (let’s say it’s Beck who grabs him in REAL CANON, idc) catch Mark and bring him back to the ship, meanwhile all his logs are being automatically saved onto the Hermes’s database, but everyone’s too busy to pay attention to that right then.

It’s only later that the crew discovers Mark’s logs, probably while the man himself is recovering in his quarters, and that’s when the feels fest happens!

HIGH SCHOOL AU: Zeta Society
Les Mis Headcanon 12

Thoughts on pets:

Cosette:  An albino ball python affectionately named Miss Pastel.  She set it free in the pet store when she was 7 and Jean Valjean bought it to save face.  Most of her snap chats are with Miss Pastel.  Valjean is terribly afraid of her - but he loves Cosette more. 

Marius:  He never had a pet growing up (his grandfather hates everything, this includes animals).  He is very fond of dogs (alas Courfeyrac is allergic) and once he and Cosette get their own place he plans on adopting one. 

Eponine:  Has big, fluffy mutt.  She found him when she was 6 and named him Smelly (he still kind of smells weird).  Gavroche used to ride him around.  Everyone is convinced Smelly is a wolf - Eponine just calls him her big, dumb puppy. 

Courfeyrac:  Highly allergic to pet dander, he keeps large, beautiful aquariums.  He once tried putting Marius in charge of one.  He will never make that mistake again.  

Enjolras:  Keeps three rats (yes, they are named Liberté, Egalité, and Fraternité you can shut the fuck up Courf go feed your fish) and dotes on them unashamed.  Grantaire jokes their cage is nicer than Enjolras’s room - no one disagrees. 

Combferre:  Way too absorbed in his studies to care for a pet.  Manages to find time for his spider plant (which Courf refers to as “‘Ferre’s pot of leaves”). 

Grantaire:  Has a 3 legged, hairless cat he found on a late night walk.  He named it Louis-Phillipe just to piss off Enjolras.  It is the meanest thing - the only people who like it other than Grantaire are Courfeyrac (he doesn’t need allergy meds at his apartment), Jehan (he thinks all animals are wonderful), and Enjolras (because the cat has never messed with his rats).  Marius was attacked once and won’t go over to Grantaire’s apartment anymore.

Jehan:  Loves animals.  He keeps bees, has a blue-tongued skink named Smurfette, and a rose tarantula named Briar (named after Briar Rose because he’s convinced his tarantula is royalty).  Bahorel did not know about Briar until he crashed at Jehan’s one night and woke with her on his face.  He screamed - Jehan scolded him (tarantulas are sensitive to noise, you jerk).  Courf likes Jehan’s pets the best.  

Joly/Bossuet/Muschietta:  They all live together with their pet tortoise, Speedy.  He’s basically their kid and roams about the home.  Grantaire used to paint his shell until Joly found him covered in penises.  Bossuet rants to him when Muschietta and Joly aren’t around.  Muschietta enjoys celebrating Speedy’s birthday, pretending he turns 100 every year as an excuse to bake a shit ton of cupcakes (no one complains).        

My nicknames for FE14 characters
  • Ryouma: lobster
  • Marx: big dumb puppy/ sin
  • Takumi: problematic fave
  • Leon: sweet cinnamon roll
  • Hinoka: thigh knight
  • Camilla: mom
  • Sakura: tiny squat lady
  • Elise: tinier baby doll
  • Suzukaze: Lloyd the green ninja
  • Zero: nerd
  • Garon: ugly af
  • Joker: Sebastian
  • Felicia: kitty cat
  • Mikoto: Emm 2.0
  • Kamui: u fucked up