childhood kicks

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Fangirl Challenge  → [2/10] TV Shows → Sailor Moon 

“The tough experiences in life are what makes us girls prettier.” (insp)

reasons to read the Jedi Apprentice series

*O-baby-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn’S amazing jedi space adventures?? Is that not enough reason OK

*Obi-Wan is young and reckless and going way too far and has a passionate sense of justice only equaled by his desire for people to just have better manners darn it 

*Qui-Gon is literally the most stubborn human in the galaxy and he gets called out on it ALL THE TIME

*Ladies?? An awesome new female character around every corner. Miners, healers, politicians, mad scientists, serene jedi masters, caustic jedi padawans, gentle jedi initiates, cooks, revolutionaries, mechanics, bounty hunters. 

*Obi-Wan has a new little friend on every planet. “I don’t know how to people,” he grumbles as he makes a new friend for life. “Why can’t I be at ease in every situation like Qui-Gon is?” He bemoans, trailing disreputable new bosom bros behind him like a train.

*“The Council likes to be presented with freshly overturned governments more than revolutions in progress,” Qui-Gon blithely assures his dubious apprentice.

*no but really tho they never met an oppressive government they didn’t try to topple

*all the Jedi world building? If you gave ever wondered a thing about old Republic jedi, Jude Watson probably wondered too and wrote an answer

*They are basically printed novel size gen fanfics, so many tropes, so much peril and angst and teamwork and partners being concerned for each other

*made for kids, so the writing is not bad but it’s quite simple you can tear through one of these babies in like an hour or less

*“Not so! I lie!”

*Qui-Gon Jinn holding babies and making faces at small children

*Obi-Wan Kenobi the industrial-sized salt dispenser 

*Seriously just read them if you love Obi-Wan you should have read them already if you love Qui-Gon then these books and Liam Neeson are probably why

anonymous asked:

Imagine if Steve had to skateboard to the mission from Stark tower bc Tony was too impatient to wait for him to get back to go to the mission(I honestly just want Steve to kick villian's ass and do skateboard tricks bc that last imagine was amazing)

Thanks, Anon!  I had a ton of fun writing it!  Here’s some more, and here’s the one from last time

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Sam had been excited when he discovered Steve listening to Earth, Wind, and Fire and doing dishes.  And shaking his Groove Thing (yeah yeah). 

He actually paused mid-battle to pinch himself seeing Captain Goddamn America himself literally roll up to a battle because he was on an actual, honest-to-Jesus skateboard. Amal was with him and acted like all of this was entirely normal and Sam had a moment of kids-these-days (who isn’t amazed by this? Do kids get too much stimulation now that this isn’t worth even a moment’s pause? He’s become desensitized to Steve and his shenanigans. Intervention required.)

Apparently Sam wasn’t the only one who couldn’t believe his eyes because the next thing he knew, a beat-up skateboard with a stars and stripes pattern painted on the bottom Steve are you kidding went flying into the face of the Villain of the Week (Sam wasn’t sure if they were giant cats, or possessed Broadway actors from the musical Cats!).  

Which was pretty awesome and hilarious and looked like it hurt. Steve hurried to retrieve his board and smashed the Villain (an overgrown Siamese looking cat-creature) over the head with it for good measure.  

Amal was using his board as both weapon and transport, too, and he was pretty damn good.  Better than Steve, but Steve was also technically ninety and Amal probably had a few years of experience over Steve.  

And then Steve did this trick.  This flip-himself-spin-the-board, over-the-bad-guy-and-nail-him-in-the-face-with-the-end-of-the-board thing that was just so cool, stop it and that was sort of the end of the fight.   

And also sort of the end of Steve’s (and Amal’s) presence on the scene; they rolled away just as quickly as they’d come.  Sam was pretty sure he’d heard something about lunch, and Sam was definitely sure he was a little envious and going to buy himself a skateboard.

me, taking a handful of pain meds: uh. i didn’t think this far thru the post.

“Juliet, our love can never be…..your father collects cigarette packets, while mine collects computer game packaging.”

– Romeo & Juliet, Act II, scene I (first draft)

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“C’mon! Your heaven is somebody else’s Thanksgiving. Okay. It’s bailing on your family. What do you want me to say?” (5x16)

torigates  asked:

GENO IN GLASSES!!!!!!!!!!! PROFESSOR MALKIN!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there isn’t a lot to do, when you’re concussed. sid doesn’t like music that much, or at least not the kind that goes well with headaches and bouts of dizziness. he barely gets to watch any tv, listen to radio, anything – and he is so. fucking. bored.

“here,” nathalie says finally, shoving a book at him, still in the plastic bag from the bookstore. “you need something to do that isn’t getting in the way of my cooking. now please, sidney, get out of my kitchen.”

cowed, sid takes the book and goes into the living room to start reading.

“sidney,” mario says seven hours later, peering at him in the darkness, “it’s one in the morning. you should probably sleep.”

“not yet,” sid replies, turning another page of dr. malkin’s account of post-revolution russia. “i’m almost done.”

mario sighs at him, but its the kind of sigh that hides a smile.

-

it turns out that dr. malkin is relatively famous in academic circles, enough so that he has an invitation to come speak at carnegie mellon on his newest research a week or two after sid finally, finally is on the mend, and, well. sid really liked the book.

he wears a plain, boring baseball cap and black jacket, popping up the collar a little so hopefully none of the other guests in the audience – most of them old people or college students, it seems like – will recognize him.

there’s a short speech from one of the history professors and sid unashamedly tunes most of it out until everyone’s clapping, and then –

sid doesn’t know what he expected dr. malkin to look like. he guesses he was thinking someone old and short, possibly with a potbelly, definitely with glasses and a tweed jacket.

this dr. malkin is wearing glasses and a tweed jacket, but he’s definitely not old or short. instead he’s young, maybe a year or two older than sid, and incredibly tall and gangly, and almost unfortunately hot.

“hi,” he says, voice a little thick with his accent, “thank you so much for having me,” and fuck, sid is so fucked.

he sits through dr. malkin’s entire talk, scribbling notes on his program in pen and shifting a little uncomfortably every time he smiles. by the time dr. malkin’s finished his talk – this one about soviet military strategy in world war ii – sid’s up clapping with everybody else.

he hangs around the entrance to the lecture hall where dr. malkin’s signing books and chatting with people, waiting until most of the crowd has dissipated to come up to the table. “hi,” he says, full of some sort of weird nervousness that he hasn’t felt since juniors, probably.

“hello,” dr. malkin says, smiling at him absently – and then he stops, smiling even wider. “you sidney crosby?”

“i,” sid says, blinking. “i, um. yes?”

“wow,” dr. malkin says, and then he’s holding out a hand for sid to shake. “this is – amazing to meet you. i love your hockey.”

“oh, um, thank you,” sid replies, the good manners drilled into him since childhood kicking in. “i, uh, i love your book.”

“really?” dr. malkin asks, beaming at him. “i sign for you.”

“thanks,” sid says, handing it over and trying not to feel too embarrassed when dr. malkin sees how dog-eared and marked up it is. “i, um – it really helped me out, a lot, being able to read it. it’s amazing, seriously.”

“glad sidney crosby like,” dr. malkin says, signing the dedication page and handing it back to sid. “i watch games sometimes, but never think great hockey player like you read my book.”

“well, it’s great,” sid repeats, feeling more than a little bit embarrassed, but dr. malkin keeps smiling at him, and it’s hard not to smile back. “i, um – how long are you in town, here?”

“week,” dr. malkin says. “very excited to see pittsburgh. great city.”

“i – do you want tickets? to a game?” sid asks, before he can stop himself. “i’m not cleared to play yet, but – you like hockey, so i can, um –”

“would love,” dr. malkin says, and fuck, if sid thought his smile was cute before, it’s even better now, huge and crinkled and warm. 

me playing breath of the wild, a beautiful peaceful game about exploration and communing with nature, where you never ever have to do the main quest and still can’t get bored: INTENSE ANXIETY

me playing majora’s mask, arguably the creepiest zelda game, which is all about the apocalypse and the inevitability of death, the personification of which hangs over you, creeping closer every waking minute: aaah how relaxing

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Eryka x Elise | The Spook’s Ultimate Love….For Her Copper

A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

- Eryka reciting Pablo Neruda’s poem, “What Spring Does To The Cherry Trees” to Elise (real or not is up to one’s own imagination!)

[Laura de Boer x Clémence Poésy, “The Tunnel”]


The fact that Eryka’s an avid reader, loves poetry, and has a very complicated profession. The fact that, like Eryka, Elise is also a bibliophile, and a very unique character. They share a lot in common. Their personalities compliment each other. The ultimate kicker is the fact that both are one half of their twin siblings whom they’d lost during their childhood. 

Love kick-arse characters who also happen to be bookworms, too! How often do we come across that, aye? Cheers, Mr. Ben Richards!

Now, bring back Eryka Klein in S3!!

vivid childhood memory of getting kicked out of probably the first minecraft stream ever opened because me rping as dr. robotnik trying to heal an injured amy rose was getting too disruptive in the stream chat