captains are better than everything else

I think I will only accept a lion shuffle if it’s literally everyone ends up with a different lion.

Like, oops, Allura was actually TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG about EVERYONE because she had literally just met them 20 minutes ago.

Black - Lance (sure okay why not let’s give it a shot I’m down to clown, develops leadership qualities, this is reminding me of the pirate captain from Stardust for some reason, ‘the heart of the team’, Will listen to everyone and make the right call (eventually))

Yellow - Keith (Really works with his impulsiveness tbh?, The yellow lion makes him slow down and think b/c he can’t just bolt in, Will pull back and make everyone think twice, Sees the Big Picture better than everyone else on the team, No your family/Allura are not more important than the rest of the entire universe guys)

Green - Hunk (nosy, interested in learning, wants to touch EVERYTHING, will steal and read your diary and go through your files, crazy smart and eager to question)

Red - Pidge (I’m gunna BREAK INTO THE GG and SIT AT YOUR COMPUTER AND READ YOUR FILES then SCREAM AT YOU, openly impulsive and quick to temper, often takes the bullheaded approach, Will do her own thing regardless of what others think)

Blue - Shiro (The one that keeps the group together and calm, Moral support and there to listen, Will encourage you and make you feel like you can do anything)

anonymous asked:

top 5 akaashi moments? 🌹

Top 5 Akaashi moments maybe? \( ^ . ^ )/

Oh yeah, let’s take some time to celebrate who is probably one of the most universally loved and fascinating characters in Haikyuu: the very much beautiful and utterly talented Akaashi Keiji! 

1. In Haikyuu we don’t say I love you, we say

and I think that’s beautiful

2. Two moments share the second place because petty Akaashi is my favorite Akaashi

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3. I love this moment because it shows how much of a good strategist he is, how he has Bokuto’s best interest alwyas in mind…but mostly for the iconic PAIN-IN-THE-ASS-KUROO-SAN

4. TIME ELAPSED: 0,5 SECONDS. HONESTLY inside his head he doesn’t have a brain, he has The Room of Spirit and Time (yes, this is a Dragon Ball reference) (no wonder he’s the second most intelligent character of the series)

5. It doesn’t bug him if our enemy is strong. When everyone else on the team loses hope, he’s usually still pretty energetic. Despite everything, he’s pretty reliable”. His speech to Tsukishima tells everything you need to know about the person he really is. A loyal and supportive friend (*ahem*) who would rather die than saying a bad thing behind the back of his captain. Also, looking at this scene again I had the strong impression that Akaashi didn’t finish what he was saying to Tsukki, or better…we didn’t had to hear it all…

- bonus: when he saved Kageyama’s life during the summer training camp barbecue. LOOK AT THOSE REFLEX HE’S OUR SILENT HERO

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Oh Captain! // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow)
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’ kink. This is a bit of a slow burn. I’m not sorry. 

Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus: Tony Stark’s seal of approval.

A/N: Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym, maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore me. I’m so sorry. This was supposed to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone 

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I really want to know more about Hogwarts quidditch culture!!! We obviously know that they had a quidditch comp and each team had their own practices, but what about everything else!!

I want older students organising ‘second string’ teams where houses and year level don’t matter as long as you can play. And all the house teams know that Friday afternoons are for these friendly games, and they aren’t to book their practices sessions then. The various captains use these matches to scout out players for their next season.

I want to know about those who didn’t make the team forming practice sessions that go on all year, so next year they’re better than ever. I want to know about midnight matches being played in secret (McGonagall knows, she was the one that started them back in her day). 

I want to know more about Madame Hooch, does she do out of class flying lessons for students who never learnt to fly? Does she help captains draw up plans and discuss stratergies?

And what about Teacher/Student matches? I want to see McGonagall and Hooch absolutely dominating the student team, while the school watches in awe. 

And what about rough “”prison rules”” games played by 5th year up above only, where rules are out the window, anyone can catch the snitch and fouls aren’t a thing. I want post-exam free-for-all matches where the quidditch pitch is filled with hundreds of celebrating students.

I want more than just ‘each house plays each other once till we have a winner’ matches!!

Into The Dark - Part two

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Part One here

Words: 1,128

Prompt: Reader is recruited by HYDRA to get the Winter Soldier back. Things don’t go as planned when Captain America and others show up.

A/N: Two things to say:

1. All the love the first chapter recieved was so surprising. It’s the most notes I’ve ever had in a post, so THANK YOU!! <3

2. I honestly don’t know if I should pair reader with T’Challa or Bucky so any feedback would be appreciated. Please!! <3

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It was the middle of winter in New York when Y/L waited in line to get coffee, “It’s that you? Miss, Y/L/N?” a voice came from behind.

She turned around to find a tall man, old, with his white hair combed to the side, “Doctor Brennan!” she greeted, “How have you been?”

“Same as always, but tell me about you, how’s your life after graduation?”

“A bit slow, I have to admit. Few jobs here and there, but nothing that sticks.”

“Well, that’s too bad, you’ve are one of the smartest students I’ve ever had,” he said with a smile, “matter of fact, I’m working with this company and I think you would be a great addition.”

She smiled at the prospect of a job, “Really, what company?”

“Oh, one that’s stood the test of time, are you interested?”


Y/L woke up, slowly. She opened and closed her eyes trying to adjust them to the light. She was still in the jet, only now strapped to one of the seats and hands handcuffed, “what the hell?” she asked disoriented. Last thing she heard was the soldier’s voice before everything went black, but now he was nowhere to be seen, she was sitting alone to one of the seats, and for what she could gather, the jet had taken off.

“You’re awake,” said a man walking towards her,  he took the seat opposite Y/N and strapping himself to the seat. He was tall, deep skin, and big brown eyes. His face was serious and he had a slight accent. She took a while, but recognized him as the king of Wakanda. The one that was fighting alongside Stark. Which made her wonder why would he be hanging with Captain America now.

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We met in a bar, as happened so many times to me. We hooked up in the bathroom, but it turned into something deeper. Days after the first hookup, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. So I texted him. 


“Let’s get dinner,” I wrote. He didn’t write me back for 3 days, but finally he agreed. 

I have never connected to someone that I hooked up with. We had everything in common: our high school, same major at the university (although I hadn’t finished mine), and we lived a block apart. It was so strange that we never had met before. 

I knew better than to have unprotected sex. In high school, my fertile sperm had gotten the captain of the football team pregnant and he had to have an abortion. The doctor told me I had fertile semen syndrome, which meant I could impregnate women who weren’t ovulating and any one else, even if they weren’t fertile themselves. 

His name was Gavin. After dinner that night, we had sex and we just laid together in the bed. 

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure,” I said sleepily.

“I really want to get pregnant.”

Suddenly, I was wide awake and my cock was standing straight up as he rubbed it with his soft hands. I kissed him and kissed him. He sat on my cock, this time completely bareback, and the thought of making him pregnant made me shoot the biggest load into his dripping pussy. 

In the next few months, I loved watching his belly expand out and his nipples grow and become more sensitive. And of course, I loved fucking him.

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I Hate You - Oliver Wood Imagine

A/N: hey, dearies! I got another Oliver Wood request! hope you like it lovies! :D

Request:
Anonymous said: Last Oliver Wood imagine was amazing. Could you write an other for me. (It’s ok if you don’t. I love you anyways ♡♥). Where Oliver always ignores her and treats her rudely but deep down he is mad for her. 

here we go! :D

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter! :D

Your name: submit What is this?


I Hate You!

“You’re doing it wrong!”

“I am not doing it wrong!” (Y/N) snapped frustrated.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes holding back an annoyed groan. She didn’t want to be Oliver’s partner. Why? You ask. Well, he hated her. The worst part was; she didn’t even know why. At first, he would always just ignore her but over the years he became a real ass to her. He was always looking for ways to taunt her and insult her and she was sick of it. She honestly didn’t know what she had done to make him hate her so much. But still, here she was making Volubilis Potion with him; or trying at least.

“Yes, you are!” Oliver said grabbing the jar of Syrup of Hellebore from her hand but she didn’t let it go.

“No! Give it!” she said pulling it towards her.

“Ugh! You stuck up, know-it-all drag!”

“Take that back you pompous Quidditch nut!”

Professor Snape came towards them but they both ignored him.  “Mr. Wood, Miss-”

“(Y/N)! Give it!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Fine!”

Oliver wasn’t prepared for (Y/N) to let it go and he ended up dropping the whole thing on the cauldron making it explode all over Professor Snape’s face. The two students slowly turned to see their teachers face covered in soot. They both waited nervously for his reaction.

“You two. Detention. Tonight. My office” Professor Snape said; the pair resisting with everything they could to not laugh at the change of his voice. “And 50 points off Gryffindor” he said before walking to his desk again.

“Thanks a lot” Oliver snapped at her.

“Me? You’re blaming me? You dropped it!”

“Only because you wouldn’t let it go!”

“Enough!” they heard Professor Snape from the front of the class. “Out of my classroom” he said standing up. “NOW!”

“See what you did?” Oliver said once they were outside.

“UGH! You’re impossible!” (Y/N) snapped before walking away from him.

(Y/N) stormed inside her dorm angrier than when she had left. She dropped her bag smashing it against her bed over and over again yelling frustrated.

“Uh-oh! What did Wood do now?” one of her roommates said smirking at her while the other one tried not to laugh.

“Just because he’s the Captain of his bloody team, he thinks he’s the boss of everything! And everyone!” she snapped frustrated collapsing on her bed.

“Oh, no. What’d he do this time?” another one of her roommates said walking out of the bathroom and seeing the girl in front of her.

“He got me detention with Snape tonight! Me! I’ve never had detention before!” she said angrily. “Ugh! I hate him! I hate him so much! With his ‘Oh, I’m Captain of the Gryffindor team’ and ‘I’m so smart’ and ‘I’m so handsome, all the girls want me’ and ‘I smell so good’” she said mocking Oliver Wood’s voice making her roommates laugh.

“I think somebody’s got a crush on somebody” one of them said smirking.

“What? You’re delirious!” (Y/N) said angrily. “I do NOT have a crush on Oliver Wood. I hate him! He’s an arrogant Quidditch git!” she yelled frustrated.

It was true; (Y/N) hated Oliver ever since their first year. Why? Because he hated her.

“Right, he’s a cute arrogant Quidditch git who you spend your entire time thinking about” another one of her friends said. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. I’m getting a shower” she said getting up and walking towards the bathroom.


Later that night, (Y/N) was walking through the hallways towards Professor Snape’s office. She had to admit, she hated going down to the Dungeons and it was even scarier at night. She heard footsteps behind her but when she turned around to look she didn’t see anybody. She shrugged it off but she heard another noise. She turned around with her wand out.

“Who’s there?” Again, she saw no one. But when she turned around to continue her route, she bumped into someone. “AAAHH!” she fell on her butt when she saw Oliver Wood laughing hysterically at her. “What the bloody hell, Wood?” she said getting mad. “You scared me to death!”

“That was the point” he said not even helping her up.

“You’re not funny!”

“You’re too easy” he said rolling his eyes. 

“Shut up!” she said glaring at him.

“Come on, let’s go before you make us late and get us into more detention” he said walking away.

“I didn’t-“ she started but it was too late, he was already at Professor Snape’s door. Ugh! This is going to be a long night. (Y/N) thought as she got up and made after Oliver.

“You’re both late” Professor Snape said in his usual monotonous tone.

“Sorry, Professor, it was (Y/N)’s fault” Oliver said before (Y/N) could even process what was happening.

“What-?”

“I do not care whose fault it was, Mr. Wood” Professor Snape told him. “10 points from Gryffindor” he told them. “You two are cleaning every single cauldron in this room” he told them.

“That seems fairly easy” (Y/N) muttered to herself, knowing that couldn’t be it.

“Without magic” he added.

“There it is.”

“And later, you’ll clean the Storeroom down the hallway to the right” he finished.

“Yes, sir” Oliver said with his perfect smile (Y/N) loved so much. No wait- hated, hated so much.

“No funny business” Professor Snape said before leaving them alone.

“So, you take that side, I take this?” Oliver told her.

“Whatever” (Y/N) said glaring at her as they both parted ways.

A couple of hours later, they had moved on to the Storeroom down the hallway. (Y/N) was still on one side of the room while Oliver was on the other one. Not a single word had been spoken since Snape had left. She was dusting off a top shelf, standing on a table when a bunch of Pixies came flying off of it. (Y/N) let out a scream making Oliver turn around to look at her. She walked backward as she tried to get rid of them but she tripped over her own feet and fell off the table. Luckily for her, Oliver caught her. Once he had her in his arms, he quickly drew out his wands and got rid of the Pixies in no time. (Y/N) stared at him in awe as she realized he was still holding her with one arm. She felt her cheeks getting red and she was about to thank him when, of course, he ruined the moment by dropping her on the floor.

“Ouch!”

“You’re welcome” he said walking back over to where he was cleaning.

“For what? For dropping me?”

“You’re in sixth year, (Y/N) and you can’t even get rid of Pixies?” he mocked her.

“Ugh! You are so… so-“

“Charming?” he said smirking and raising his eyebrow at her.

“Annoying!” she snapped getting up from the floor.

“Really? Well, you’re no ray of sunshine either!” he glared at her. “’Oh, look at me, I’m (Y/N) a patronizing know-it-all who thinks is better than anybody else!’” he said mocking her voice much like she did earlier that day.

“Ugh! I don’t talk like that! You’re infuriating! Thinking you own everything and everyone because you’re the Captain of the bloody team!”

“Come on, love. Don’t hate on the team” he said smirking at her. “Everyone loves the team!”

“Oh, yeah, I have such a deep admiration for guys who fly around in sticks with other guys” she said with a sly smirk.

“Hey!” Oliver snapped at her. “You know what? I hope you fail all your NEWT’s!”

“Yeah? I hope you go bald!”

“I hope you end up an old maid!”

“I hope they cancel Quidditch!”

“Take that back!” Oliver snapped walking towards her.

“Make me!” (Y/N) said smirking at him.

Oliver was about to say something when the two of them heard something coming from the closet that wasn’t too far away from them. They turned around to see the wardrobe moving.

“What is that?” Oliver asked getting closer to it.

“Probably a boggart” (Y/N) said walking in front of him.

“Of course you’d know nerd” Oliver said rolling his eyes. (Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh but let it go. She was about to open the wardrobe when Oliver stepped in front of her. “Step aside, love. I’ve got this” he said arrogantly.

“Don’t call me love” she glared but Oliver ignored her.

(Y/N) had to admit that she was a bit intrigued as to what the famous Oliver Wood’s boggart would be; probably Marcus Flint with the Quidditch Cup on his hand. She was surprised, however, when the wardrobe opened and revealed… herself?

Apparently, Oliver wasn’t expecting that either because he was frozen in his place with a tight grip on his wand. (Y/N) was waiting for him to get rid of it but he was unable to move. The boggart version of herself, stepped out of the wardrobe with an evil smirk on her face as she laughed at Oliver.

“Well, I believe this is the most pathetic thing I have ever heard” (Y/N) heard her boggart self say. “The mighty Oliver Wood has every girl at his feet… except the one he truly wants” (Y/N) looked confused at her boggart self. She had no idea what was going on or why Oliver wasn’t even moving from his spot. He just looked scared and… defeated.

“Ri- Ridik-“ Oliver tried his best to get rid of it but he wasn’t succeeding.

“You’d really think someone like me could be with someone like you?” she heard the boggart taunt him. “I HATE you!”

(Y/N) stepped in front of Oliver making the boggart face her instead and soon enough her boggart version transformed into a huge spider. “Riddikulus!” she said making the spider burst into a million bubbles and disappearing into the air.  

(Y/N) turned around to see Oliver was still frozen in his place. She didn’t really know what to say. She had basically witnessed herself telling Oliver that she hated him. But that was something the two of them did on a daily basis. She had no idea why this was his biggest fear.

“Um, O-Oliver uh-” she said rubbing her arm awkwardly.

“Don’t talk to me” he spat out glaring at her.

“E-excuse me?”

“You heard me. Don’t ever talk to me again!” he snapped before he walked out of the storeroom. (Y/N) didn’t even hesitated on following him out.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” she said following him into the hallway. “I am not finishing that storeroom by myself!” she said catching up with him and standing in front of him. “And I am not letting you leave without telling me what the bloody hell was that?”

“That was nothing!” Oliver said trying to walk past her but she stopped him again.

“Really, Wood? Because I thought I just saw a boggart version of myself telling you that I hate you!” she snapped back at him. “I’m your boggart?” Oliver opened his mouth to say something but closed it when he realized he didn’t know what to say. “Oliver, I- um” (Y/N) wasn’t sure what to say. That she didn’t hate him? She told him that every single day. She did hate him, right? “I’m um- sorry-?”

“Please, don’t flatter yourself, (Y/N)” Oliver said angrily. “I don’t need your pity!”

“Is not pity!”

“Oh, what so now you’re going to tell me that you don’t hate me? Because you’ve been telling me that every single day for the past six years!”

“Ugh! Do you even know why I hate you?” (Y/N) suddenly asked making him speechless. He wasn’t expecting that. “I hate you because you’re the most arrogant person in this entire school! Even now! I’m trying to understand what happened back then and help you and you won’t let me! I hate you because, from the first day of school, you’ve made my life miserable! You’re mean to me, you tease me, you’re rude to me and you always, always get your way! I don’t understand what I did to you to hate me so much, but you know what? I’ve had it! If you don’t want to talk to me ever again, that is fine by me!” she yelled out the last part. She turned around and was about to leave but Oliver stopped her.

“(Y/N), wait!” he said grabbing her arm, spinning her around.

“What!” she snapped before Oliver grabbed her face and pulled her towards his with all his force crashing his lips against hers.

To say that (Y/N) was surprised would be an understatement. She placed her hands on his shoulders trying to push him away but when she realized he wasn’t letting her go, she melted into him and into the kiss. Oliver knew he had to take this chance. It would probably be his only chance to kiss her. The girl he was in love with. The girl he was in love with since the first day he met her. After a while, he pulled away from her but never let go of her. (Y/N) was shocked and speechless looking up at Oliver waiting for answers.

“I hate you” Oliver whispered making her heart break into tiny little pieces before he continued. “I hate you because you are the most precious person in this entire world” he told her making her look straightly into his eyes. “I hate you because from the first moment I saw you I knew you were perfect. So perfect, that someone like me could never have you” he continued. “I hate you because it was easier to hate you knowing that I could never have you other than loving you” he said seeing her eyes fill up with tears. “I hate you so much, (Y/N) because you have no idea how madly in love I am with you and the thought of you not loving me back… it’s unbearable… and that’s why I have to hate you” he finished sadly looking down.

(Y/N) cupped his cheek with her hand making him look at her. She had no idea what to say. She didn’t know what just happened. She just knew exactly what this meant. Love. She pulled Oliver’s face towards her and kissed him once more. Oliver quickly wrapped his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Guess what?” she said smiling when they pulled apart. “I hate you too” she whispered making him laugh as he leaned down once more to capture her lips in his.

The End

A/N: hope you guys liked it :D

title: a place for getting lost (and for getting found)

summary: When Alliance Intelligence is hacked and Rebel spies across the galaxy are killed and more threatened to be compromised, Cassian Andor is left adrift of the only life he’s known and cut off from everyone. Now, with his life hanging in the balance of the people that ruined everything, he must prove that he’s loyal. But to who? (Rating: M, Word Count: 22,108)

notes: This is heavily inspired by the season seven Burn Notice episode, “Psychological Warfare,” and if that title tells you anything, it’s that this fic is one hell of a ride. Some warnings that need to be said: psychological torture, drug-induced hallucinations, interrogation, childhood trauma, flashbacks, and probably more. So no, this isn’t the most cheerful of fanfics, but I had an incredible time writing this and delving into Cassian’s character and past more. There is some Rebelcaptain in this, but it’s not the center. I wanted the focus to be right on Cassian, his relationship with the Rebellion, and everything he’s had to sacrifice in this war.


“It doesn’t matter how many times you leave,
it will always hurt to come back
and remember what you once had and who you once were.
Then it will hurt just as much to leave again,
and so it goes over and over again.
Once you’ve started to leave, you will run your whole life.”

― Charlotte Eriksson


They’re going to kill you.

The black bag hanging over his head was ripped off and Cassian’s eyes snapped open. He was kneeling in the middle of a very bright, crisp, white cell, his hands no longer tied and completely uninjured. Two men stepped through a door on the other side and shut it behind them, locking him inside. He was alone in the silence and made no attempts to move or try to escape. There wasn’t a point.

He blinked placidly as he searched the room with his eyes. No handle or keycode panel on the inside. No windows on the walls. Six strategically placed speakers, perhaps so he could be spoken to by his captors. But why so many? There was one camera as well high up in the corner, trained on him, like an ever-watching eye. The room was almost deadly silent, but if he focused, he could feel the gentle movements of the ship that he was on as it cruised through space, so he knew they hadn’t landed on planet or gone to their base.

As far as anyone outside of here was concerned, he’d vanished, a blip off the radar.

Suddenly, piercing warning sirens began scream through the speakers. He pressed the heels of his palms to his ears to block out the sound, but it could only dull them marginally. It wasn’t long before the sirens drilled their way into his head and the light became too bright. All he could do was close his eyes, kneel in place, and hold his ears, as if removing any of his senses might help with the pain, but it was always there. The sirens, the lights, the hard metal against his knees.

Every time he tried to force his mind to drift, the sirens would either pull him back or his eyes would flicker open briefly and he’d snap back into the room. The light washed out everything. The two mixed together until the light was screaming and the sirens were burning. He lost track of time without meaning to and everything began to crumble.

But he didn’t move and he didn’t flinch. His only consolation was that they hadn’t started physical torture. Of course, the fact that he didn’t know if or when it would happen hung over him like a threat. This, he told himself, he could handle. He’d gone through it before; he’d done it to others before. The surest way to break someone was not with the body but through the mind. For men like him, his mind was his greatest weapon and worst liability.

Maybe they would kill him, but they wouldn’t break him. He wouldn’t allow it.

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Hey there, friends! People ask me all the time what they should read in the Marvel Universe. I figured this was a question a lot of new comic fans might have, so I’m gonna do my best to put together a little primer.

  • Book: Er, depends on the context. Can mean a single comic, can also mean the entirety of a title.
  • Trade: a collection of several comic books in one volume, like a graphic novel. Trades usually collect 6 books in a single volume, so Black Widow Volume 1: A Finely Tangled Web is Black Widow #1-6. They’re a way to read and own comics after the weekly (or biweekly or monthly or whatever) paper comics are unavailable.
  • Event: An event in comics is a major storyline that involves multiple, usually separate, titles. Events are big and have lasting repercussions on the entirety of a comic universe. Examples of events are Civil War and the upcoming Secret Wars/”Battleworld” books.
  • Crossover: A crossover in comics is just like a crossover in fanfic; it’s when two separate titles have the same storyline or appear in each other’s books.

Okay, got that down? Awesome! Here’s some suggestions on what you should read based on your favorite character. Well, er, the six main characters, because this got MAD LONG and I can’t even imagine doing everybody else who’s relevant in Ultron. Jesus.

ANYWAY. If your favorite character is…

  • and you also love Bucky: The Heroic Age will be fun for you, featuring Commander Rogers and Captain Barnes. Try the Avengers run from this era, written by Brian Michael Bendis. The Super Solider run is kinda weird but fun, too, like virtually everything Brubaker wrote. The art in Super Soldier and Secret Avengers during the Heroic Age is significantly better than the art in Brubaker’s previous runs imo.
  • and you want to know why people ship Steve/Tony: friend, read literally any Avengers run where Iron Man and Captain America are on the same team. But if you’re specifically wondering this, it’s time. It’s time for you to read Civil War and cry.
  • You can probably skip: I’m gonna get murdered for this, but Brubaker’s Captain America and Winter Soldier runs are fun to read for understanding the MCU and if you want a more comprehensive understanding of each character’s backstory, and some weird AF arcs like Bucky fighting a bear with pecs in a gulag while shirtless. BUT. The art is so aggressively Jean Claude Van Damme 90s it’s hard to look at (for me). If you hate that style, you’re probably fine Wiki-ing.
  • and you just want to read about Natasha: As much as I want Black Widow’s title to be written by a woman, honestly, her current run – written by Nathan Edmonson, with art by Phil Noto – is one of my favorites. The art is stunning and it’s chock full of fun cameos. Highly recommend. Two trades are available pretty much anywhere you can buy graphic novels, because she’s so popular.
  • and you want to understand why people ship Nat/Bucky: Welcome to the world of Ed Brubaker’s Winter Soldier, but be aware that the art is (sometimes) the kind of art where even if you can’t see Natasha’s face, you know exactly where both of her nipples are at all times. Also she spends a lot of this run being kind of a fighting fucktoy and advancing Bucky’s character development. Comics historically have not been written with ladies in mind, y’all. And yet there are a lot of good reasons to adore this comic, and there’s a reason it’s a classic.
  • You can probably skip: Literally anything Greg Rucka worked on. Ugh.
  • Update! Someone has informed me that Greg Rucka did not just work on this pornified nonsense (which admittedly is a different Black Widow, but new fans might not know that) but also worked on a title with Devin Grayson and J.G. Jones that I’ve never read that is apparently amazing. So now I’m gonna read it, and maybe you’d like to also. (Also, a bunch of you have asked why I don’t like Greg Rucka. I really like Greg Rucka! I just don’t like the shit in that first link.)
  • and you want to know what all the fuss is about because Renner’s Clint is kinda eh and you don’t really get why people are so into Clint: All the fuss is about Matt Fraction’s Hawkeye run with art by David Aja, which starts with a trade volume called My Life As A Weapon and also is an excellent introduction to Kate Bishop, who is also Hawkeye. People ADORE Clint largely because of Fraction’s run, honestly; there’s some other good Hawkeye stuff, but this one is the best.
  • and you want to see him make some use of himself as an Avenger: The Avengers West Coast run that started in the 80′s is pretty fun, tbh. There are two volumes of an omnibus of all West Coast Avengers stuff, and also some trade volumes. Plus you get a bunch of Wanda Maximoff!
  • Bonus: If you want something shorter and fun, try Widowmaker. It’s got Clint, Mockingbird, and Black Widow, and the art is pretty. (David Lopez, one of the pencillers, is currently working on Kelly Sue Deconnick’s Captain Marvel title.)
  • and you’re into something people have very divided opinions about: Planet Hulk is the kind of thing people love or hate, but it’s been rumored that the movies are going in this direction, so it might be worth checking out.
  • and you wanna see the Hulk destroy some stuff/are really into weird storylines: Yo, World War Hulk is a continuation of Planet Hulk and involves the Illuminati. It’s a crossover event as well, so there’s some fun extra X-Men stuff.
  • and you just want to get your Avengers fix: Avengers Assemble is great for anybody who wants the familiarity of the film characters, but in comic form. It’s funny, fun, and you get an intro to some other characters but it doesn’t feel overwhelming.
  • and you suspect he has a drinking problem: You’re right, and the arc where he confronts it is pretty damn good. It’s called Demon in a Bottle and it ran in 1979.
  • and you want to know more about Good Guy Tony: I hate to break it to you, but as Tony is one of my fave characters I can tell you this for sure: Tony Stark is a complicated, fucked up, deeply flawed person; he’s an enormous asshole; he’s selfish and egocentric and narcissistic. But also he has a bunch of Good Guy Tony moments. They are most notable, imo, in the Heroic Age immediately following Civil War, when he beats himself up constantly for being a dick. The Stark Resilient arc, written by Matt Fraction, is super duper good, collected in Invincible Iron Man volumes 5 and 6.
  • and the thing he was trying to do with his suit in IM3 was interesting to you, like what even was that: Totally read Extremis. It’s the arc that establishes Iron Man’s modern image.
  • but you also would like to support a book about a female character: The current Thor title has lady Thor. Dude-Thor makes several appearances. Also, it’s super good.
  • and you want to read more about Thor’s face-off with Thanos: That you can find in Jurgens’ Thor run, starting in Volume 1 and ending just before the events of Civil War.
  • and you want to know how this character came to be: Read Journey Into Mystery, which started as a horror comic and is just as delightful and pulpy as could be expected.

BONUS!

  • and you’re even reading this section:  READ HOUSE OF M, IT WILL CHANGE YOU, feel free to Google for context everyone does it
  • and you want to see her as an Avenger: Wanda was part of the West Coast Avengers for most of her time as an Avenger; start there. If you’ve already got that down because I also suggested it under Hawkeye, please feel free to read Uncanny Avengers.
  • A-Force is an upcoming title that will be written by G. Willow Wilson and Maguerite Bennet with art by Jorge Molina, and will feature an all-female Avengers team.
  • Captain America and the Mighty Avengers is fun as HECK and has Sam Wilson as Captain America, so go revel in that.
  • Captain Marvel by Kelly Sue Deconnick; Carol Danvers is a BAMF and there’s a GOTG cameo; several trade volumes are available
  • Ms. Marvel by G. Willow Wilson; yo I love this comic so much words can’t even do it justice; two trades are available with the third coming 6/23
  • Young Avengers by Jamie McKelvie and Kieron Gillan; this is for you if you’re constantly asking yourself who Kate Bishop is, or want more teen superheroes in your life; there’s an omnibus available and several trades
  • She-Hulk by Charles Soule; MY QUEEEEEEN; a few trade volumes are available, and to the best of my knowledge this arc is coming to a close very soon and will be available in total in trades

That’s it! That’s all I got! Remember that there is absolutely no shame in Googling the characters you like to figure out what you want to read, and wiki-ing the rest. Anybody who tells you that you can’t is a dick. Don’t listen to them!!

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5 Ships I’ll Go Down With

1. Steter

I mean obviously.

2. UraIchi

Love the potentially complicated dynamics between these two even while they click so well together.

3. R27

It’s sort of hilarious how much better a person fanon!Reborn is than canon!Reborn. I like R27 after Tsuna’s changed him.

Originally posted by meglepetesblog

Originally posted by secretposteagle

4. Hardison/Parker/Eliot

The OT3 to end all OT3s. I mean it’s practically canon.

5. McDanno

These two are just so compatible together. Steve does what he wants, Danno bitches about it, but at the end of the day, they still make the best partners in everything from crime-fighting to Grace.

Originally posted by borntobemy-baby

And one more just because it hits my inner romantic heart:

6. Captain Swan

Originally posted by the-savior-and-the-pirate

Tagging @cooliogirl101, @bxdcubes, @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger, @moonstalker24, @steterkink, and anyone else who wants to play:) Or if you’ve done it already, ignore.

Lost (Cassian Andor Imagine)

Originally posted by tfa

You had known Cassian Andor for quite some time. Being one of the highest-ranking rebels, and one of the best-known amongst the others for your talents and natural skills, you were right up there alongside Captain Andor yourself. Everybody knew you were one of the finest marksmen around and were a talented pilot to the point where you rivalled the great Cassian himself. 

Captain (Y/N) (Y/L/N). The living legend who had pulled stunts that were well known to all rebels, all over the galaxy. Over time, and partially due to your constant proximity to Cassian both during and after missions and assignments, you had become his closest and only true friend, asides from K-2SO, of course. The two of you spent many an hour talking about everything and anything, whether it was about your favourite colours or your pasts, which you knew pained Cassian immensely but he still spoke about. You two had gotten to know each other better than any other pair of rebels, and everybody else had noticed your friendship and admired it.

However, what nobody knew was that you had an immense crush on Captain Cassian Andor, to the point where you had realised it wasn’t simply a crush. It was love, something you had been terrified of for most of your life, seeing as every person you had loved had died or left. But now, it had become a huge part of your life. You couldn’t ignore the way your heart leapt in your throat whenever somebody mentioned Cassian’s name, let alone whenever he was actually in the same room as you or talking to you. You were undeniably and utterly in love. 

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Bellarke AU: Life on the Ice

Clarkes a figure skater, and Bellamy is a hockey captain that both fight over who has the rink on a dailey basis.

“Princess!” Bellamy calls, interrupting Clarkes routine on the ice. Two months ago, she would have most likely stumbled at his booming voice, but ever since Mount Weather High School started remodeling their rink, all the activities that took place there had moved to Ark States Private School, her school.

They said that it would be done in at least 6 months, 4 more months of seeing Bellamy and his pack of hyenas demanding for more rink time, rink time she can’t afford to lose. And apparently, either could they.

(Share the rink they said, it shouldn’t be a problem they said, bullshit is what Clarke says.)

Clarke turned to see a dark brunette with messy curls, and hard brown eyes skating onto the ice, Bellamy Blake of course. She could recognize his disheveled hair and cocky demeanor a mile away. 'Wolverines’ was spread across his dark red jersey, his hockey stick locked in his grip. He had his notorious stride and scowl present, as always. So confident, so arrogant, perfect ideal hockey captain.

The rest of his team stood at the entrance, awaiting how this battle would play out; as usual.

Clarke was sure to keep up her own confidence as she rested her hands on her hips skating towards him as well her blue eyes glaring into him, knowing just what was about to follow.

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I am so, so glad that Ford didn’t get a “pride goeth before the fall” narrative 

Like, I know I described him as having pride in my big analysis post thing before, but that was more because he needed to believe he could handle everything on his own or he wouldn’t be able to function

It’s really different from a “look down on everyone around you, I’m the greatest thing in the world” brand of arrogance

Ford never needed his ego to be broken because that is literally the last thing he needs. The more broken he believes he is the more determinedly he will push everyone away and try to do everything on his own, because the man is incapable of giving up

He needed his walls to be broken so he could be not alone finally

And Ford’s story is not about an Icarus who flew too close to the sun, it’s about a man with an unstable sense of self-worth who wanted to do great things and got manipulated and betrayed. He didn’t get in over his head because he thought he was better than everyone else, it was because he was desperate.

And afterwards his motivation isn’t just a Captain Ahab-like obsession, it’s also guilt and a real desire to make things right

Like, I know that everyone knows this by now and this is not news, but according to my experiences so many stories about a scientist who accidentally unleashes hell or whatever is because they “too ambitious” or “obsessed” or "too arrogant” or any other two-dimensional motivation you want

But they made Ford so completely irrefutably human

And this means so much to me. I am so glad. Thank you, GF team.

Delicious comfort

this prompt! so, it’s a chubby!Tony prompt, with all the good stuff ❤ hope you like it!! (pls don’t pay attention to the title, I just wrote the first thing that came to my mind)

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Delicious comfort

Tony was hunched over on the couch, gripping his hair with both hands. He couldn’t believe that. How could he mess up so much? It wasn’t like he took over the company yesterday, and yet he made a rookie mistake. A stupid, idiotic mistake which caused an investor to withdraw his money, causing a– Tony didn’t want to think about how much money slipped through his fingers.

With a sigh, Tony leaned to the back, tilting his head and staring at the ceiling with tired eyes. Yes, it was his fault. He thought that he could handle it all, but sometimes, being a head of the Stark Industries, Iron Man, SHIELD’s consultant, spokesman for the Avengers team, was too much.. Details were slipping past him.

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anonymous asked:

*chanting* swim team au swim team au

Free! Otonokizaka Swim Club

Eli: captain of the swim team and specializes in backstroke, tho she’s basically great at everything else too. she’s really graceful in the water and speedy too, so she’s basically like the ultimate cool swimming senpai bc of how proficient she is. but secretly, Eli’s more passionate about dancing which she does as a side hobby. swimming’s just something she’s naturally A+ at and doesn’t make a big deal out of it. cool swimming senpai indeed.

Nozomi: well ofc it’s gonna be breaststroke what else would it be?? this leads to lots of lewd jokes (all made by Nozomom) which everyone else kinda learns to ignore. Nozomi originally joined the swim club just so she could hang out with a bunch of cute girls in swimsuits lol. she actually wanted to be club manager at first, but that role was already taken and then she found out she’s actually p good at breaststroke (and…. stroking breasts, as Nozomi would put it. sigh.) 

Nico: club manager/coach! she’s the one who yells at everyone and shit. Nico’s small and doesn’t have a lot of muscle, and her stamina is shitty, but she’s extremely knowledgable in swimming and actually has the best forms/technique for all the strokes out of everyone (on par with Eli’s, even). if her endurance were better and she got swole, Nico could probably match up to Eli in races. now that’s a scary thought. but as she is right now she can barely even go four laps. 

Rin: SHE ONLY SWIMS FREE actually she likes to swim every stroke but her strength is in freestyle. she has the fastest times out of everyone and can swim for kms, gurl is cray. Rin would be the best swimmer in the team, even better than Eli, if she refined her form just a bit more. people call her Otonokizaka’s Sailfish because of how fast she is. she likes to goof off during practices a lot so Nico ends up yelling at her and/or diving in to smack Rin around. also races Eli, swimming senpai/kouhai awawa. 

Maki: Eli and Rin were the ones to rope her into the swim club while Maki was being indecisive and huffy about choosing a club to join. she’s really, really awful at breaststroke and freestyle but she’s got a killer butterfly stroke and her backstroke isn’t half bad either. she spends her free time arguing with Nico about forms and techniques or racing Rin and losing. such is life. she’s p intense about gitting gud enough to one day beat Rin but ha ha no one can beat Rin’s freestyle. butterfly, on the other hand…  

Hanayo: this egg actually didn’t know how to swim beyond flailing around and paddling in the water doggystyle but Rin was super insistent about teaching Pana how to swim, and subsequently pulled her into the swim club once Hanayo got the basics down. Hanayo’s best at breaststroke (which leads to Nozo offering to teach her how to stroke breasts properly dameeeee) and probably has the worst times, but she tries!! under Nozomom’s tutelage Hanayo is actually getting really good at breaststroke and steadily increasing her stamina. 

Honoka: the only stroke she can’t really do is butterfly but everything else is a go. after the third years graduate Honoka takes over the role of captain. aside from butterfly, she’s a well-rounded swimmer and has better form than Rin but still isn’t as fast as her. she usually goes for backstroke but then ends up smashing her head against the wall when she gets distracted watching clouds when she swims and doesn’t flip on time hhahaha bye honk. 

Kotori: similar to Nico in that she has nearly impeccable form but she runs out of breath p easily. she prefers backstroke though she’s not nearly as amazing as Eli or Honoka. kind of an average swimmer but there’s not really anything she’s bad at, and has the second best butterfly stroke in the team behind Maki. everyone thinks that Kotori should focus on butterfly instead of backstroke but that’s just what she prefers for some reason.

Umi: QUEEN OF THE SEA!! she’s up there with Eli and Rin as best swimmers in the team. she likes to train by swimming in the ocean’s choppy waters between islands (hence why other schoolmates started calling her Queen of the Sea much to her embarrassment) and has the best diving form. she prefers freestyle, like Rin, though Umi focuses on technique rather than speed. even Nico can’t find many faults with Umi’s swimming, amazing. 

Briste | Chapter 8

Briste |  Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7


Laoghaire sat at the conference table proudly, arms crossed and a smirk planted on her face, her face still glowed red with a clearly defined handprint, but not from my slap. The print was on the wrong cheek. Either someone else took a swing at her, or she’s fabricated the mark to make my assault appear greater than it was. I was the one who was attacked more viciously than she.

I had to shake the feeling of vitriol from my mind. If I wanted to come out of this relatively unscathed, I needed to keep my calm. When I sat down, a hand covered my own. Joe was sitting beside me, ready to risk his own reputation for my own. I couldn’t help the feeling of relief that washed over me.

“Doctor Claire E. Beauchamp,” The portly, rodent-faced man sneered in greeting. “You’ve been called in for a disciplinary hearing due to the violent altercation that happened at approximately 17:00 yesterday evening with a one Nurse Laoghaire G. MacKenzie. Nurse MacKenzie has provided a fully detailed account of the altercation. During said alteration she has documented and show physical proof of you striking her person hard enough to leave marks to last nearly twenty-four hours and that you defamed her reputation by calling her a series of derogatory slurs, most of which were aimed directly at her nationality as Scottish. Do you deny these allegations and proof of the strike?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by none other than Laoghaire herself. “Of course she’ll bloody deny the allegations! She’s only out for everything to further herself. How else would a 27 year old become a surgeon? Why would she get to tend to one of the most famous patients in the hospital if not for her sleeping her way through the ranks to get a better assignment?” Laoghaire stared down each of the five board members present. “You know she was also seen entering Captain James A.M. Fraser’s room while he was unconscious. What other reason that to pleasure herself or to assault the man would she have to going in there when she’s not needed?”

The board members eyebrows simultaneously rose in shock. My cheeks flamed. I had gone in there. For the solitude, and because he brought a sense of peace to me. I could talk to my Scot unlike anyone else. I would read to him, or simply talk to him. Even though he couldn’t hear or respond to me, I still felt at ease and safe with him. When I spoke occasionally he would twitch or move, teasing me into believing he was about to wake, or if I lightly touched his skin a small smile would crease lips. I never inappropriately touched the man, nor would I have belittled him by pleasuring myself in his room to his unconscious form!

“Members of the board,” I spoke with clarity and strength over Laoghaire’s next rant. “I do deny the allegations that are being laid upon me, as well as the new information that Nurse MacKenzie has just said. I deny ever calling her anything derogatory especially towards her nationality. I also deny having hit her hard enough that there is still a mark on her face. What I will not deny, is that I did indeed strike Nurse MacKenzie.”

The rodent-faced man smirked, and he began to open his mouth, I held up a hand. “Please let me continue.”

The woman to the rodent-faced man’s side nodded.

Taking a steadying breath, I continued. “I struck Nurse MacKenzie on the other cheek, not the one that is currently glowing a bright red as though she had only just been struck. The reason I did so is unacceptable, and I do understand that, I lost my temper. Nurse MacKenzie had taken it upon herself to say multiple vicious and derogatory racial slurs against Doctor Joseph Abernathy, whom I consider a mentor and friend in this establishment. She also spoke against my own character and bullied my own circumstances. The strike was made after no less than ten minutes of constant belittlement.

“Another reason Nurse MacKenzie pushed my temper beyond it’s limits was that she withheld vital information on a patient that I was assigned. The same Captain James. A.M. Fraser, whom for the past month, we have been calling the Scottish Soldier. We had anyone who may recognize him to speak up, we also sent off blood tests and photographs to the military to help us identify this man. Only yesterday did we discover that his name is, in fact, James Fraser. His sister, a Mrs. Jenny Murray, visited and informed us of his true identity.

“Yesterday I confronted Nurse MacKenzie and asked why she did not reveal who the young man was so that we may have contacted his family sooner, and her response was, to quote her directly, ‘I’ve known James Fraser my whole life and I’d know the look of him anywhere. The stupid Yank kept me away from his case, away from my lo– away from him. So I kept something from all of you.’”

I turned to Laoghaire, her face had gone white in either shock or rage.

“You can’t prove anything!” She hissed through her teeth.

Joe cleared his throat, “Actually Nurse MacKenzie, she can. Ladies and gentlemen of the board,” he addressed turning to look at them, then slowly stood. “If you would please follow me to the security room I would like to show you some very enlightening tapes.”

youcantseebutimmakingaface  asked:

I wrote a horrifically bad fanfic around Lord of the Flies where an older Mary Sue-type teen girl teaches the idiot boys how to cook, function, etc. I also wrote another one where Ralph gets (blessedly) murdered by jack and they manage to function like non-brain-dead individuals, because everyone else sensibly realizes LUAUS FOREVER is way better than BEING BOMBED BY NAZIS. There was also a full novel about a ship's boy on a trading ship piloted by a female captain and a bad vampire novel

cont’d: the vampire gets rescued by a mid-20s heroine who owns her own special effects and theatre makeup store. They are all gone now

OH MY GOD SOMEONE ELSE WROTE LORD OF THE FLIES FANFIC WHERE A GIRL FIXED EVERYTHING, HOLY SHIT

okay that’s a lie what i wrote was lord of the flies fanfic where there were girls and they went off and did their own thing and were fine and let the boys kill each other. the girl side of the island thrived. the only boys that were allowed were the ones willing to bow before the matriarchy. i want to know how many girls wrote lord of the flies “now there is at least one girl” fix-it fic.

i also deleted mine so now we extra can’t compare notes

It’s quite funny how alike New York City Serenade and Manhattan are if you compare them, and by alike, I mean opposed.

Manhattan

  • Neal forces Emma to follow him for a drink to tell her the truth
  • The supposed truth makes Emma mad because she sees that Neal chose himself, chose cowardice and fear over love, the conversation ends with Emma not believing the truth, it’s not enough, and she feels unloved.
  • Neal tells her he wouldn’t have come near her if he had known who she was, and that he tried to send her home
  • Neal tells her she doesn’t make decision for Henry anymore and forces himself in his life.

New York City Serenade

  • Hook tries to convince Emma to drink the potion that will give her the answers to her question.
  • The truth is hard to believe but Killian’s feelings for her, his love, makes her believe him for a moment and she drinks the potion. She ends with the truth, it hurt but she still feels loved by Killian who chose her over everything.
  • Killian tells her he knows her better than anyone else and actually brings her back home to her parents
  • Hook tells her he leaves her the talk with Henry about who he is, and why the hook, letting her decide of the nature of their relationship.
Fic: Saving My Friend’s Pirate...and His Brother

Summary:  So, I’m jumping on the #KeepLiamJones bandwagon.  This may look familiar to a few people, and that’s because it an AU of a #SaveKillian fic I posted a little while ago (before we knew about Liam).  It’s from Regina’s point of view.  She’s more…hero adjacent than anything else; but she has friends, and she wants to keep them…even if she’s not always sure how to deal with them. Also, she ships Captain Swan and has now been charmed by Liam Jones.

Thank you to @lenfaz for the encouragement to post this and to @musingsofmissl for reminding me that all endings are better with Liam Jones.


Regina is new to the friend…thing. Once she masters it, she knows she’ll be as wonderful at it as she is at everything else; but in the meantime, there have been…missteps. She could never be sorry that Robin was still alive, but pressuring Emma to save him had definitely had…consequences. Controlling Emma with the dagger was, in retrospect, not her finest moment. She’d only intended to make the stubborn girl see, but…. Well, that less than shining moment was certainly trumped by her suggesting that they let Captain G…Hook…Killian die in Camelot. Maybe if she’d just stood with Emma then, she would have trusted her with…what came after.

And then there’s Killian. He’s annoying…and sarcastic…and a constant reminder that villains can change…and…gone. She wanted to stop him…to make him see that he was hurting Emma…to make him remember what kind of man he wanted to be. She should have thought farther ahead…realized that he would have to sacrifice himself…or that Emma would have to help him. The Evil Queen would have realized, but just Regina has gotten too used to the heroes pulling a last minute victory out of the jaws of defeat. She got complacent, but she’s going to make sure that doesn’t happen again. 

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