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As Nancy And Beth, Megan Mullally And Stephanie Hunt Are Musical Misfits
The actors playfully cover everybody from George Jones to Gucci Mane on their new album. "We call it punk show-biz," Mullally explains.

Megan Mullally and Stephanie Hunt have been actors for years. Mullally is best known for playing the tipsy socialite Karen Walker in the sitcom Will & Grace, while Hunt has been in Friday Night Lights, Californication and other shows. Together, they’ve formed a musical duo called Nancy and Beth — and their style is hard to pin down.

That’s as close as you can get to characterizing the genre of Mullally and Hunt’s eclectic self-titled album, Nancy And Beth, on which they cover everything from jazz standards to George Jones to Gucci Mane’s “I Don’t Love Her.”

“To have two women performing it — it takes on this whole other timbre,” Mullally explains.

Saving a Former Angel

Requests: (Combined)  I know you don’t take requests right now, but when you will, can you please do one after the song “Savin’ me”- Nickelback with Cas? Please? AND Hey! I was wondering if you could possibly do a cas x reader request? Where its maybe set where Cas gets kicked out of the bunker when he’s human and the reader goes looking for him and finds him in an alleyway freezing? Thanks in advance.

A/N: The only change I made was the part where the reader found him freezing in an alley. But this is fluffy, so that’s good. You’re heart might break for Cas a little, but it’ll be okay.

Pairing: Human!Cas x Reader

Warnings: A little language?

Word Count: 1.4k

Savin’ Me - Nickelback

Originally posted by dustydreamsanddirtyscars

He didn’t know he could fall in love. Angels, they weren’t able to feel the same things that humans felt; not if they kept their distance. But Castiel wasn’t an angel anymore, and he wasn’t known for keeping his distance.

It was in the way that you moved about your surroundings, the way that you carried yourself with such grace. You hunted as if it was what you were born to do, though you hadn’t been doing it for longer than a few years.

There had been so much going on lately, with the angels falling from heaven. With his grace gone. He’d been trying his best to navigate life as a human. There was so much he wasn’t used to. Eating, sleeping, going to the bathroom, showering, and much more.

There were emotions he wasn’t used to. Fear, guilt, anxiety, depression. Of course when he was an angel he had some of these emotions, but not to the extent of what they were now. But with these negative feelings, came positive ones. Happiness, satisfaction, amusement, gratitude, love.

It was love that really stumped him. It stumped him because he thought he knew what it was before. However, now it was much more amplified.

Castiel’s stomach would flip when he thought of you. His heart would skip a beat, and he’d even get slightly sweaty. But he never knew quite how to tell you. He always thought that you were too good for him. Little did he know that his wasn’t the case, not even in the slightest.

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Joss nodded. “If it please His Grace—” 

“His Grace is hunting across the Blackwater,” Ned said, wondering how a man could live his whole life a few days ride from the Red Keep and still have no notion what his king looked like. Ned was clad in a white linen doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak was fastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth. “I am Lord Eddard Stark, the King’s Hand. Tell me who you are and what you know of these raiders.”

This is so very Ned Stark. So very, very Ned Stark, who takes a very personal approach to ruling. Ned gets to know the people he rules:

Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.

It’s so completely foreign to Ned, this distance that the King has, the insularity of being “high above them all” while ruling, the arrogance, the elitism, and tbh I think GRRM is critiquing this across ASOIAF, from Aerys’s rule (Arthur Dayne talking to the smallfolk in the Kingswood and getting down on their level and finding out what they needed) to the problems Daenerys faces ruling Meereen high in the pyramid. 

In ASOIAF, there’s a call to bring it back to the people, to make it more personal, to care more about people’s lives, and I love how the Iron Throne plays such an important role in this theme, I love it.


Characters: Gabriel x Reader.

Word Count: 542 words.

Triggers: None.

A/N: It was just a little something that popped into my head. I’m almost tempted to turn this little gem into a mini serious. Who knows!

She had been hunting since she was ten, had it all down to a perfect science, had the family blood line of hunters coursing through her veins. She was careful, crafty, and absolutely meticulous in her research. Sure, there had been a few times were a snag had developed in what she had found to be the perfect coarse of action. Sure, there had been bruises, and cracked ribs, and sometimes a little too much blood loss.

But she was good, she was trained by the best, learned from the best.

She’d never say she was the best, that’d be far too confident of her.

But she was all too good.

That was, until one fateful night when she met the man that would ruin that perfectly focused concentration. She met the man that she’d throw her accurately constructed plan out the window for, at the drop of a pin if he asked. They met in a whirlwind of confusion and adrenaline. They met when neither thought it was possible. He came into her life with an aggressive disregard for perfect plans, and an almost foolish amusement for her frustration.

He fell into her life’s little puzzle without a moment to blink.

When she needed him the most, when she needed a saving grace on a hunt gone wrong, he was there. Out of thin air, he was standing in front of her, grinning that damn grin she had sworn only existed in her dreams. A man with eyes that twinkled with mischievous intent, but scorched with something so much more.

“Long time, no see, sweet-pie,” he exclaimed, the grin only deepening upon his face.

She swallowed the blood in her throat, gasped for the air that escaped her lips, and stared with confused eyes at the man before her.

She stared at where the demon had once stood, the body now crumpled to the floor in a bloodied heap with the stranger towering over the corpse of a lost soul. She breathed, labored and conflicted. Trembling hands reached behind her, reached for the weapon closest to her beaten body.

“Hey now, I just saved you,” he spoke, and her body instantly became still at the tone.

“Trying to attack your knight in shining armor isn’t going to win you points, sweetheart,” he cooed.

She exhaled, a hiss of contempt at his assumptions.

And then she moved, as swiftly as her bruised body could function, lunging for the gun behind her.

She was good. She was quick.

But he was far quicker than a broken human.

She stared up at him again, the gun now wedged under the heel of his boot. Breathless, tattered and torn, eyes gleaming with surprise, she swallowed her fear.

“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with already,” she spoke, her voice cracking.

“Honey, if I wanted you dead…” he paused and his head cocked to the right. “… I wouldn’t have just saved you. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose a little.”

He chuckled, soft and low.

Yes, he was a man that came into her life when she needed him the most.

Yes, a man… but a human, never.

“I’m your Angel, sweetheart. Sorry I’m a little late, traffic was a real bitch.”

Super Villain au

And to complete the Lost Hero trio, I give you, Jason:

Jason Grace:
- Age: 24
- Publicly known as: Tempest
- Power: Ability to fly, control over weather (winds and storms) and is able to manipulate electricity.
- Area most targeted: California (San Francisco) - Crimes: Inconclusive evidence for anything other than extreme terrorism.
- When convicted: 2015
- Sentence: Currently serving a life sentence in Belle Reve Prison.
- Relationships: Deceased Mother (actress Beryl Grace), distant Father (estranged businessman Jupiter Olympus), sister ran away when Grace was young (Thalia Grace, lieutenant of the Hunt*), known to be in a relationship with Siren.
- Description: White, light, blond hair, above average height, bright (electric) blue eyes. Usually seen sporting expensive clothing (suits).
- Extra notes: Grace’s unusual upbringing may have caused some of his obvious mental issues.
Grace inherited his Father’s business empire and consequently gained a high social status.
He has most of California wrapped around his finger- most are to afraid to do otherwise.
Grace’s relationship with Siren is one to be feared, keep separate at all costs.
Ensure Grace is kept in a non conductive environment.

*I’m thinking of making the Hunters a superhero team like the Avengers, what do you think? I already know that Team Statue™ are going to be the good guys (see Piper’s profile).

I love Jason so much, why am I doing this to him? I think I sort of based him on the Joker but I don’t think that Jason/Piper is like Joker/Harley, that will come up soon (whispers: percabeth). I don’t know anymore but I’m blaming the inner fan girl. I can’t wait to finish these profile things so I actually have something to write about!

When I am inside writing,
all I can think about is how I should be outside living.

When I am outside living,
all I can do is notice all there is to write about.

When I read about love, I think I should be out loving.
When I love, I think I need to read more.

I am stumbling in pursuit of grace,
I hunt patience with a vengeance.

On the mornings when my brother’s tired muscles
held to the pillow, my father used to tell him,

For every moment you aren’t playing basketball,
someone else is on the court practicing.

I spend most of my time wondering
if I should be somewhere else.

So I have learned to shape the words thank you
with my first breath each morning, my last breath every night.

When the last breath comes, at least I will know I was thankful
for all the places I was so sure I was not supposed to be.

All those places I made it to,
all the loves I held, all the words I wrote.

And even if it is just for one moment,
I will be exactly where I am supposed to be.

—  The Paradox, Sarah Kay

No one saw the monk come through the port. He had not been seen near the noodle vendor, nor his own home. He had not been at the purveyor’s office nor the docks; he was just suddenly and inexplicably on the upper deck of the Queen’s Gambit and calling out orders to the rig crew in a respectful calm that relayed seriousness without sounding harsh.

Riz was topless, the black ink of his tattoos shifting like the reeds could really blow in the wind and the tiger licked its own paws clean of red coloring that had never been part of his artwork. He looked weathered, with bruises and light scratches that could have come from anywhere. The bounce and perk to his step was gone, instead replaced with silent footfalls like a graceful cat on the hunt. The only time it managed to return were brief moments he skirted around his captain to announce his presence.

Just like the night he left Sunspire nearly a month ago he maintained a constant frown of disappointment. After Ilyea’s dice game he had stormed back to Saeris and in a tirade of frustration he had packed up the basics, kissed his boyfriend goodbye, and vanished.

It was hard being back with all the whispers. Even if he didn’t intend to step foot into the port itself, he could see people starting to mill about, others delivering the last of supplies glanced his way; word would spread that the Trade Prince was back. It would be back to suffering all lengths of indignity and moronic presence. Demands on his time and skills by people who frequently acted like they were magically better than him, but still required him. They could at least respect him in some fashion.

“I responded to an insult. Would you take insults from a stranger?”

Rizzy tilted his head, “I am right now.”

Riz took a deep breath, his fingers feeling over the pocket watch hidden on his person. It would have to be stored in the cabin before they left… but for now it was a guiding force. He was so close to getting what he wanted. Kurel knew the payment needed to come and once the man healed from whatever fray he had found in the rig master’s absence, he would make it known that his patience was politely coming to a conclusion. Just a little more patience.

The real question he started to consider, as the Gambit disembarked from Sunspire and he could handle ropes and sea like he was born to them, was what sort of leader he would be once his excuse to ingratiate himself wore off? He smiled and mislead, quietly bent over backwards to get where he needed to go, but who would Rizzy become when he didn’t need to anymore? Who was he really outside of begging and borrowing to make Sunspire great? Considering his mentors: Kurel, Saeris, Mavas, Vel… Sunspire might be better off the longer he strayed from its shore.

@kurel-andiel @crimsynlotus @velerodra

birbwin  asked:


(I hope eruri is alright, senpai! :3 )

Standing on the ground, head back, focused, Erwin scores Levi’s first run on the practice course post 23rd Expedition. Bird boned and feline graced, toes pointed like hunting hounds, vicious precision astounding. Looking directly above for another pass, the way the cape flaps and splits the beams of sunlight, to Erwin it appears that Levi’s wings are illuminated. In an instant, Levi swings into the cover of trees again and Erwin swears the sunlight chases, unable to keep up, much like Erwin’s own thoughts.

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The Seven Heroes of Olympus (and Nico) in their 20′s

Jack Falahee as Percy Jackson

Lili Reinhart as Annabeth Chase

Alex Pettyfer as Jason Grace

Blu Hunt as Piper McLean

Ludi Lin as Frank Zhang

Ashleigh Murray as Hazel Levesque

Tyler Posey as Leo Valdez

Matthew Daddario as Nico di Angelo