completely brilliant


I called the God Squad on Skype to video the unboxing because I was too excited to do it alone

Issun has a little peg to stand him up on Divine Retribution, but one of hims arms popped off so he’s chilling until I fix it

Black history month day 22: Renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carson.

Benjamin Solomon “Ben” Carson Sr. was born in Detroit, Michigan on September 18, 1951. When he was eight, his parents separated and he moved with his mother and brother to his mother’s sister’s home. Carson’s mother struggled with severe depression, resulting in several psychiatric hospitalizations and an attempted suicide. She was however very involved with her sons’ education, limiting their time watching television and requiring them to read and write book reports on two library books per week.

Carson had dreams of being a doctor since he was eight. He did well in school and scored very highly on the SAT for the Detroit school district. When it came time to choose a college, he narrowed the choice between Harvard or Yale, but could only for the $10 application fee for one school. He chose Yale after seeing them win a televised G.E. college bowl against Harvard. He received a full scholarship. Later he attended medical school at the university of Michigan and was excepted into the neurosurgery program at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine.

Carson was the Director of Pediatric Neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Maryland from 1984 until his retirement in 2013. He was indisputably a pioneer in neurosurgery, his achievements including performing the only successful separation of conjoined twins joined at the back of the head, the first successful neurosurgical procedure on a fetus inside the womb, and the first completely successful separation of type-2 vertical craniopagus twins. He also developed new methods to treat brain-stem tumors and improved techniques for controlling seizures. At age 33 he became the youngest head of pediatric neurosurgery in the country. He has written over 100 neurosurgical publications and received numerous accolades, including over 60 honorary doctorate degrees, dozens of national merit citations, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian award in the United States.

Cap-IM Rec Week 2017 (Saturday)

Kiss It Better Saturday: July 22nd: Hurt/Comfort of any kind

Today’s post is late, but here we go! :)

Heart Burn by nightwalker (@onemuseleft)
Summary: There was a dragon and now Tony’s mostly naked and it’s all Reed Richards’ fault.

The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time by MemoryDragon (@memorydragon)
Summary: After their plane went down, Steve and Tony only just barely managed to find a cave for shelter. If only it weren’t always the wrong place and the wrong time for Tony.Yippie ki-yay.

should be a dream but I’m not sleepy by seventymilestobabylon
Summary: Steve and Tony get hit with a telepathy spell and a magical blizzard, and they have to take shelter in a cabin with fresh milk but no working electricity. Even when they can sort of read each other’s minds, they are still terrible at communicating.

Tony. Doctor Tony Stark. by itsallAvengers (@itsallavengers)
Summary: Steve is sick again, surprise surprise. So, of course, his friends decide to have him carted off back to hospital for the fourth time that month. God, does he hate hospitals. Until he meets his Doctor.

we pick ourselves undone by laramara
Summary: It might appear that award-winning surgeon Tony Stark, the head of neurosurgery at Shield Hospital, well and truly has his life together. Now if he could only figure out how to tell people that his father, world class neurosurgeon Howard Stark, is locked away in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, devise a way to get Chief Fury off his back for good, and work out what the hell he’s going to do about the weird on-again-off-again thing he has going with the head of cardio, he’d finally have everything sorted.

To The Core (Under My Skin) by windscryer 
Summary: Hydra has Steve stashed in the freezer like a pint of Ben & Jerry’s when Tony finds him. They’ll pay for that, of course, but first he has something much more important to take care of.

as they learned to see by often_adamanta
Summary: Tony stayed silent through her terse explanation, anger growing. When Natasha was finished, he asked, “So you’re telling me that Steve’s been missing for almost two months, most likely kidnapped by an unknown organization, a force which employs two brilliant but completely crazy scientists that hate Stark Industries because they were refused jobs on the basis of their psych evals, and I’m only hearing about this now?”

To Break a Dream by Wordsplat (@wordsplat)
Summary: Steve is kidnapped and tortured to prove a point to the American people at large. Warning: Graphic depictions of multiple kinds of torture. Not for the squeamish.

For freedom and the fear of forgetting by dapperanachronism (@dapperanachronism)
Summary: Steve’s eyes linger on Tony until the last possible second, as if he’s trying to memorize features he’s desperate not to forget. Because he will, if they don’t get out of here and fast.

Syzygy (a Kludged Together remix) by Mizzy (@mizzy2k)
Summary: When Tony Stark cut Steve Rogers’ morning jog short to join him on a reconnaissance mission off the East Coast, Tony sure wasn’t expecting to end up stuck on a life raft in the middle of the ocean, Steve’s hand knuckle-deep in his chest.

Faults, Rifts, and Other Gaps in the Firmament by reona32
Summary: Things are disappearing around the helicarrier and the Avengers discover something lurking in the shadows.

Blow Out by xaritomene
Summary: The Avengers are stuck in a cave, and Tony, despite being essentially incapacitated by the loss of his suit, has a working plan to deal with this shit. So what if his team thinks he’s only useful in the suit? And so what that they’re not in life-threatening danger, the kind that Loki strews around himself like confetti? Tony is going to get them out of there by hook or by crook, because goddammit he hates caves, and no one else is coming up with a better plan. They’re not in danger now, but time is running out. And if Tony has to damage himself to pull off his plan, well, them’s the breaks.
Incidentally, Steve doesn’t like it when Tony’s damaged. (Or: Stand back! Tony Stark’s about to try science. Dangerous, self-sacrificing science.)

This Wasn’t What the Brochure Promised by kahn (@kahn-on-tumblr)
Summary: “Do you think this is still a training exercise, or did we just get our asses handed to us by actual bad guys?” asked Clint. 
Tony, Steve, Clint and Bruce spend quality time together in a cave. Tony does not build another arc reactor (even if he sort of needs one). Steve is all Protective Leader. Clint is terrifyingly good with a knife. Bruce bleeds and snarks. There is banter and embarrassing amounts of schmoop and the boys get very touchy-feely.

I’m Here, Sweetheart by DaftPunk_DeLorean
Summary: When Tony gets grievously injured at a press conference, Steve just about loses his mind with worry. And not only because they are best friends, or teammates, or colleagues. No one could blame Steve for his reaction, knowing that he and Tony were married. The problem was, no one knew.

Presenteeism by Veldeia (@veldeia)
Summary: Tony thinks piloting the armor remotely while letting the others believe he’s wearing it is a good plan, until he realizes he’s not hung over, but actually quite ill.Steve thinks something’s off with Tony today, but he has no clue what that might be, and since Tony says he’s good to go, they’ll proceed with the mission anyway.

Anti-Virus by marinarusalka
Summary: Steve didn’t think he could get sick any more. He was wrong. Tony didn’t think of himself as the caretaking type. He was wrong too.

If You Never Say Your Name Out Loud To Anyone bytheladyingrey42
Summary: Sometimes, Steve has panic attacks. Or at least he used to. Nowadays, he mostly just has conversations with Tony Stark.

Tony Stark Defense Squad (Steve’s Had Enough) by orbingarrow (@orbingarrow)
Summary: The Avengers are called in by the government to “discuss” recent events, but it turns into a game of Let’s Bash Tony and Steve is so not cool with that. Or, the one where Steve Rogers makes himself the President of the Tony Stark Defense Squad. Matching t-shirts to come later.

Under Armor by trilliath (@trilliath)
Summary: Tony’s a little tiny bit entirely stuck in his suit. But who needs the jaws of life when you have a Super Soldier on hand?
15 Reasons Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Is The Best Superhero TV Show
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. flawlessly connects to the MCU, to Marvel Comics, to Agent Carter and Hydra -- which makes it the best superhero show on TV.

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No superhero show would be complete without a brilliant tech support team. On “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” Jemma Simmons and Leopold Fitz provide that support as the dynamic duo “FitzSimmons.”

Their teamwork and friendship over the last four seasons has blossomed into a remarkable romance. They have been through thick and thin together: When Jemma was infected by the Chitauri helmet in Season 1, Fitz exposed himself to the infection to come up with the vaccine to save her. In Season 2, Jemma and Fitz’s relationship was painfully strained because of Fitz’s brain damage. In Season 3, when Jemma vanished into the Monolith and was sent to the exile planet Maveth, Fitz moved heaven and earth to find her and rescue her. Their friendship, their love for one another, their constant belief in one another is a powerful reminder that love can endure, even in the midst of harrowing conditions, like Hive, Hydra, and LMD takeovers. Their love on “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” is completely unmatched by any other superhero show that’s currently on television.

“Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” is the best superhero show on television because of its amazing cast. Each actor brings such depth, such emotion, and such intensity to his or her role. The casting is strengthened by its unmatched diversity. While most superhero shows feature one or two men or women from different ethnic or national backgrounds, “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” continuously casts men and women of different ages, skin tones, and nationalities.

For instance, Clark Gregg is a Caucasian-American man who is well into his 50’s. Coulson is both super dad and super spy, and that’s not a role a 20-year-old could play. Ming-Na Wen is Chinese American, also in her 50’s. She could have been typecast as someone’s mother, instead “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.” booked her as “The Cavalry,” the most feared woman in all of S.H.I.E.L.D. Chloe Bennet is also Chinese American and is in her 20s. Elizabeth Henstridge and Iain de Caestecker are both 29 and are both citizens of the United Kingdom. Henry Simmons is in his 40s and is African-American. Natalia Cordova-Buckley is a Mexican actress in her 30s. The diversity in age, ethnicity, and nationality sets this show apart from every other superhero show on television.

The Heart's Honest Truth

Title: The Heart’s Honest Truth
Author: @bixgirl1 & @carpemermaidtales
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 16,000  
Summary: “Don’t you think I would have gone to Pomfrey if I thought she could help me?”

“Then what can I do?”

“I nee—” Malfoy broke off with a soft grunt and a pained expression. He took a shaky breath and tried again, his voice wobbling. “Will you touch me, Potter?”

Draco is cursed to speak in questions. Well…Spelled, thanks to the stupidly improper archival practices of the fourth century. Harry Potter is there to save the day, but Draco isn’t going to give in to his help so easily. Fortunately, the method of saving might be more satisfactory than Draco expected this time.

Have you read this yet? This story is completely brilliant! So there’s Draco who, in an interesting turn of events (and I really don’t want to say anything about that because !!!!) is spelled to speak only in questions, but there’s a catch, it’s only in truthful questions. And it turns out that Harry is the only person who can help him in this predicament, which does not sit well with Draco because he sort of tired of Harry always saving him.

Harry in the meantime is barely coming to terms with him being, erm, interested (for not saying obsessed with) in Draco in a slightly different way than back in Sixth Year.

So now Draco has to ask for Harry’s help (who is Most Willing to Help™) and he’s only able to question his way into an explanation. It’s all kinds of brilliant, this fic. And smoking hot, too! 

Friendly reminder that Han Solo:

Is extremely intelligent, resourceful, clever, and quick-thinking under pressure

  • Comes up with the idea of using the dead tauntaun’s body heat to keep Luke from freezing to death on Hoth
  • Realizes that taking out the imperial probe droid was too easy and that it must have had a self-destruct, which results in the rebels’ evacuation and preparation for battle
  • Figures out that the “cave” is actually a giant space slug when it could have just been an unstable, humid asteroid
  • Comes up with the plan to hide on the star destroyer and then float away with the garbage, which required him to a.) be familiar enough with the vessel to know that there was a blind spot, b.) know that the ship would dump its trash before going to lightspeed, and c.) THINK OF THOSE THINGS while being pursued and fired upon with his life, Chewie’s, and Leia’s on the line AND realize that the imps would be thrown off if he feigned an attack and all assume they’d vanished, a completely brilliant and incredibly calculated, not to mention well-executed, plan that he came up with on the spot
  • Devises the plan to deceive the imperial officers and troops on Endor into walking into a trap and subsequently blowing up the shield generator at the crucial moment when the rebel fleet was facing defeat, enabling the destruction of the second Death Star

Is brave and courageous and heroic (despite his efforts to convince everyone otherwise)

  • Orders Chewbacca to stay behind him when they fall under fire in the detention center
  • Creates a diversion for Luke and Leia on the Death Star by charging at a bunch of stormtroopers 
  • Turns around to cover Luke during the Battle of Yavin, risking his own life even though he was in the clear to leave and take his reward and pay off Jabba, enabling Luke to destroy the Death Star and saving other planets from its destructive power
  • Goes out into the freezing conditions on Hoth to look for Luke even though his own chances of survival were slim
  • Risks his life to rescue Leia during the evacuation of Hoth when she won’t abandon her post
  • Immediately pulls a blaster on DARTH VADER without a moment’s hesitation while simultaneously grabbing Leia’s hand and keeping her behind him
  • Thinks only of Leia’s safety and wellbeing when he’s about to be frozen in carbonite, possibly killed, and delivered to Jabba the Hutt
  • Agrees to personally lead the extremely dangerous and risky assault on the shield generator on Endor
  • Volunteers to escort Finn to Starkiller base despite the risk to his own life by making his landing AT LIGHT SPEED, stepping up to help Leia and the Resistance and the entire galaxy 

Is sensitive and caring and selfless

  • Doesn’t take Chewie for granted and volunteer him for the Battle of Endor even though the wookiee had a life-debt to him
  • Comforts Leia despite his belief that she’s in love with Luke
  • Offers to step aside despite his own love for her so that she and Luke can be happy together
  • Leaves Leia despite being desperately in love with her and returning to his old empty way of life all because he believes that his presence causes her pain
  • Offers to do ANYTHING for his son and displays his love and caring and forgiveness of his child as his last act in life when Kylo Ren kills him

Is a skilled mechanic (see: modifications and repairs to the Falcon), a great shot (ie: taking out numerous stormtroopers and tie fighters, referred to as a good fighter by Rieekan, performance on Endor, etc etc), a talented pilot (Kessel run, flying through an asteroid field, evading imperial fire multiple times), and “a natural leader.”

Has one of the most complex character arcs in the Star Wars universe, displaying character development from film to film on multiple levels (relation to other characters, belief in the force, participation in the civil war of the galaxy, demonstration of selflessness, etc etc).

IN CONCLUSION: Han Solo doesn’t get enough credit for his intelligence, ingenuity, bravery, integrity, or his good heart and writing him off as a cocky ladies’ man who blunders his way out of trouble demonstrates a poor understanding of his character.

anonymous asked:

VICTUURI TEAChER/SINGLE PARENT AU? <3 (onward-to-victuuri)


ok so the first thing is that we’re gonna completely disregard the typical “yurio’s in like 4th grade and ADORES yuuri as his teacher” because yall can just miss me w that, and instead have a high school english teacher yuuri who puts up with NONE of yurio’s shit. he doesn’t wanna participate? too bad. tries to argue? not having it. eventually yuuri doesn’t even need to say anything. to any of his students. they just receive The Look and that’s the end of it.

now because yurio is yurio, victor - who’s his older brother and legal guardian - gets his ears talked off about “my stupid fucking english teacher”, which causes victor to get this massive image of yuuri beings this mean old bastard who hates children and yurio especially (maybe yurio’s trans?? yall decide) and he becomes both pissed and terrified of this teacher.

dont get me wrong tho, yuuri is a mad Professional (except around his senior class. they’ve seen a different side of mr katsuki…) but victor’s still TERRIFIED of meeting him.

eventually, though, he has to. parent teacher interviews are next thursday, so unfortunately, victor’s going to have to face the music and meet this teacher. and he is shitting himself. thursday rolls around, and victor’s got a million thoughts running through his head - what will i hear? am i gonna like it?? DD: - and yurio isn’t helping boost his confidence much (in australia the student also attends the interview so im going off of that) because he knows deep down that yuuri isn’t that bad.

and if he knows victor, he knows what’s gonna happen next.

so they’re standing out the front of the classroom. the door is locked. they can’t hear anything from the inside. they look at each other.

and victor slowly reaches up to knock.

they enter.

and victor….

iMMEDIATELY falls in love because yuuri katsuki is SO FUCKING ADORABLE. victor was honest to god expecting a crockety old 60 y/o man and he gets Booty-licious Japanese Man who is the DEFINITION of nice and polite. he is an ANGEL. THIS MAN LITERALLY OFFERS THEM A CUP OF TEA BEFORE THEY START.

so victor and yurio sit down, tea placed in front of them, but victor still doesn’t know what to expect. he’s been completely thrown off guard by yuuri (who’s wearing pants that cling to his ass and thighs in THE MOST PERFECT WAY POSSIBLE and his button up is so ugly and. honestly victor cannot believe this man is real) but yurio’s shitting himself in the corner because he has no idea what’s about to be said, and yuuri has no fuckin clue what to do but he’s just like “umm… okay… let’s get started”

and as i said before, yuuri isn’t an easy teacher. he’s nice and courteous, but you don’t disrespect him and the effort he puts into his career. you just don’t! he doesn’t take shit from Anyone. he’ll offer you a hot beverage when you come into the parent teacher interview and he always ensures that the students are fed before they start a class, but if you try to argue with him (WITHOUT REASON) he will DESTROY YOU.

once they’re all settled in, yuuri pretty much breaks the ice with “so i first wanted to talk about yuri’s behaviour” and LET ME TELL YOU.


victor’s like “oh god”. yurio’s like “oh GOD”. yuuri just continues talking. and yknow, he goes on to say how yurio has some issues with participating and stubbornness - and, at times, respect - but then he’s like “but when he does participate? mr nikiforov, yuri has a brilliant mind on him.

“his answers are honestly some of the smartest i hear. he has a keen mind for the work we’re doing and his understanding of concepts is phenomenal. sure, he tends to swear a lot in his answers - which” and he turns to yurio at this “he really needs to stop - but the guts of his answers are simply fantastic.”

and victor’s not really processing this because although he came in not knowing what to expect, he knew he wasn’t expecting that. so he turns to yurio and probably whacks him upside the head or smth in a typical older brother fashion and says “yurio!! you told me he was mean!! wtf!!!”

and yeah. that interview is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

(ALTERNATIVELY: victor goes into the interview ready to tear a bitch apart and gets his ass handed to him. he starts telling yuuri off about the way he supposedly singles yurio out and constantly gives him detentions, forces him to participate, and essentially bullies yurio into answering questions

and he kinda goes on for a while like that but eventually he asks yuuri what he has to say for himself and… yurio actually full on slides himself down in his seat because the look on yuuri’s fuckin face?? it says it all.

he then proceeds to COMPLETELY DRAG VICTOR.

it’s brilliant.)

By Organization for Transformative Works

Oneshot | NC-17 | 41.400

Romance | Drama | Fluff | Humour | Smut | Eighth Year

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.


This story is AMAZING. It’s eighth year, they share a room (because that never ends well right hæhæhæ), there’s a very sweet jealous!harry with his ‘oh fuck i’m gay for draco malfoy moment’ and ain’t that just what we all want? Yes, yes it is. I love being inside Harry’s head in this, Draco is brilliant, completely shameless little bastard who totally know what he’s doing to Harry and then pushing it juuuust a little more. Acceptable!Ron is always my favorite, Hermione gets new friends Ö I’m surprised how happy it made me feel, that girl definitely needs more friends.

And then there’s the whole wanking thing, which is basically the entire fic and it’s super hot, and that’s always good! Frustrated!Innocent!Harry is a hilarious!Harry.

okay but like serious question, did the obnoxious fanboys who insist that Boba Fett is hypercompetent and badass and really good at everything ever actually

watch the original trilogy



“Cas! CAS!” You were out of breath, your lungs feeling tight and burning, and you clutched at a stitch in your side. “Cas, wait!”

You saw him across the expansive warehouse floor and he turned back at the sound of your voice, obviously surprised to see you. He started back toward you as your forced yourself to run to him again.

“Y/N. What are you doing here?” Cas’s brow was immediately furrowed and his face was dark. He strode quickly toward you to meet you halfway.

You were still heaving in hurried breaths, feeling like you couldn’t get enough oxygen, but you weren’t sure if it was from your furious physical race to catch him in time or because you were had been so damn freaked out

You couldn’t care less about being nervous or breaking the space bubble which always stood between the two of you. As you met him, you grabbed the lapels of his trench coat and looked into his handsome face, his blue eyes narrowed in concern. “Cas, you have to stop,” you said, your chest still heaving up and down. The angel seemed taken aback by your grip on his coat and he looked vaguely down at your hands on him.

“Sam and Dean weren’t supposed to tell you I was coming here,” he said when he again met your worried eyes.

“They didn’t. I mean, they did, but the tried not to. I cracked them,” you said, waving it off. “Cas, listen to me. You cannot do this. You could be killed,” and as you said that last word angry and terrified tears burned in your eyes and your voice cracked.

Cas looked at you for a long moment, trying to read the expression on your face. “You’re angry,” he said.

You let out a wry laugh, tugging a little at his coat. “Yes, I’m angry! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Cas looked puzzled. “I’m just doing what I know to be right. This is my fault and I need to fix it.”

WE will fix it! But not like this!” You shook your head at him. “There are other ways and we will find them.”

Cas looked at you and tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. How could he make you understand that he was doing this for you? 

Something changed behind his blue eyes, and you easily perceived it. “Castiel. Don’t you dare,” you said, tears again welling up. 

His eyes searched your face and he was on the edge of speaking again when you suddenly tugged him to you and your lips landed on his. 

Cas stiffened in surprise at first, but in the next instant his hands wrapped around your waist and yours flew around his neck. He sank into you and you slid your fingers into his hair, pulling him against you and arching into him.

When you broke apart, your heart pounding wildly, Cas was staring down at you in disbelief, completely speechless, a brilliant light kindling in his blue eyes. You smoothed your hands down the front of his trench coat and straightened his tie. Next you slipped your hand into his, fingers intertwining.

“Let’s go home,” you said, and there was no way Cas could resist with your hand holding his. 

Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - Spell

This chapter was inspired by the song “I Put a Spell On You” by Annie Lennox. I highly suggest you listen as you read. Enjoy!

We turned in part one of our project and now we had the weekend to finish it. Allegra thought it’d be best to wait until then, so we could really focus. Not sure how much focusing I can handle, memories of Mr. Leto from Monday night were still swarming in my mind like hornets in a nest. Nevertheless, she’s decided to spend the night at my house this time because her dad has to go on his routine real estate convention once every other month. Like that’s what I need, a break from Mr. Leto.

Saturday couldn’t come any sooner. The week absolutely dragged. It felt like an eternity since I’d seen Mr. Leto, not to mention, it’s getting harder to look Allegra in the eye at times.

But this Saturday was particularly special; it was our Fall Festival. Every year, our neighborhood throws this big bash in the evening to celebrate fall with a parade, hayrides, magic acts, singers, candy apples, you name it! My mom, my brother, Allegra and I plan to go once her dad drops her off.

I looked at my outfit in the mirror; I had on a cream-colored mid-drift, some earth green slouch pants and a green checkered-pattern shirt.

*Ding Dong*

“Coming!” I yelled. I put my last finishing touches on my messy bun and skipped to the door.

Mr. Leto greeted me holding Allegra’s overnight bag. Forget my outfit, he emulated rugged hot: his faded blue jeans hung from his waste with a fitted white t-shirt was snug around his abs and an open an unbuttoned plaid shirt hung from shoulders, interlaced with brown, red and tan stripes. He looked at me through obscure aviator shades.

“Hey, Kerri. Wow, look at you…” he said huskily as he gave me the elevator eyes, taking me in. The grit in his voice roused my senses.

“What was that dad?” Allegra asked as she ran up to the house as she swung her book bag over her shoulder.

“I was just saying that I didn’t know a rock star lived here!” his voice boomed as he recovered quickly and stepped into the house. The whiff of his cologne tickled my nose as he passed me. He was absolutely intoxicating.

“Yeah, Kerri, you look so hot. Any special reason?” curiosity rang in her voice. I knew she was alluding to Derek. I tried my best not to make eye contact with Mr. Leto.

“It’s the fall festival. I gotta look good!” I paced my hand behind my head and fashioned a pose.

We burst into laughter instantly.

My mom came around the waved Mr. Leto in the kitchen. Their conversation became murmurs as I got Allegra’s bags settled in the living room.

“You know, I was thinking, Raquel…” Mr. Leto began as he entered the living room. “I’ll take the girls and Nico to the festival. Take them off your hands a bit. Before this convention I could clear my mind a bit with some…festivities” He spoke that last word with a resounding firmness before shooting a seductive glance in my direction. His too familiar smile slowly crept on his face.

I could feel my body temperature rise at the speed of light. My face felt flushed. I quickly turned my attention to Allegra’s bags to try and distract myself.

“Oh… well, sure, Jared. Thanks!” She finished tucking in Nico’s shirt and kissed him on the forehead. “And Kerri, I’ll bake start on the first couple batches of cookies you made while you’re out. You all have fun!” She hugged me and vanished into her favorite room of the house, the kitchen.

There were people gathered all throughout the street. The festival stretched five blocks down, but everyone was gathered at the main attraction was the parade.

“Hey Nico, look! It’s Spongebob.” Allegra went ahead of us to get a better view for Nico. I trailed behind them with Mr. Leto behind me.

There was a tug at my shirt. I shrugged it off it because there were so many people crowding around, it was hard for all of our bodies and bags not to graze each other every now and then.

I felt it again and looked to see it was Mr. Leto’s hand sliding against my opened buttoned up shirt. My head made a sudden turn in his direction but that didn’t stop him. His hand found my right side and stoke it gently. His hands were so soft and cool against my bare skin. I looked around, worried someone would see, but everyone’s eyes were fixated on the show before them.

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A couple of days ago I finished watching the original Sailor Moon for the first time ever. I’ve fallen deeply in love with it over the past 2.5 years, and now it’s over and I don’t know what to do with myself, so I draw. This is kind of a redesign of Sailor Starlights, whom I’ve come to love dearly, especially Seiya ♥

Expect more Sailor Moon fanart in the near future, I am obsessed.

consider: poe is a writer. ranpo likes to read his stories. therefore, ranpo is probably one of poe’s Good Fans™, and writers know how much that means.

  • ranpo will always give Honest Criticism whenever poe asks for it, because “ranpo you don’t understand everyone says it’s good you have to say more than that” “poe have i ever lied to you. is this a lying face” “…no”
  • poe freaks out over deadlines and so ranpo comes over to play with karl and camp out on the couch with snacks and suggest advice. to be fair, it’s ranpo so he usually just eats snacks by himself but sometimes it helps, it’s calming
  • when it gets late ranpo falls asleep on the couch only to wake up whenever poe starts making unhappy discontented writer noises of frustration and ranpo’s like, did you have to do this to me, but he bears it because poe will probably actually die of writerly frustration without company
  • ranpo is initially one of those whiny readers who’s like, “when will you have the newest chapter out? write faster!” but poe actually gets up the nerve and tells him not to do stuff like that, pls, it’s annoying, and ranpo relents and fully supports him from thereon
  • a lot of bemused staring as poe sits at his computer making frustrated noises. poe: “what do i name this character it has to be deep and symbolic” ranpo: “i don’t know. name it after me?” poe: “…he gets murdered on the second page”
  • ranpo: “the murderer was the gardener’s daughter” poe: “that’s completely brilliant, but i don’t know how you knew that, because i didn’t outline this one and hadn’t actually decided who was the murderer yet. good idea though, i’m going to use it”
  • “please don’t read over my shoulder while i am working it makes me so nervous” “i’m not! i’m just trying to cuddle with you here!” poe, after a moment, decides to accept this, because he doesn’t know how to tell ranpo that cuddling with him also makes him super nervous and also he enjoys it too much to turn it down
  • ranpo quickly becomes used to the grit-your-teeth, weary-but-just-barely-determined, all-consuming exhaustion during the ending stages of the writing process, only to be shocked by the sudden burst of borderline euphoria when poe finally finishes, engulfs him in a hug, and then does an awkward little victory dance. then collapses five minutes after, probably
  • ranpo will always be first to read poe’s newest work, without fail. sometimes after being woken up from his dozing on the couch during late nights at poe’s place.
  • if poe’s lacking in inspiration, ranpo will tell him about some of his cases. “ooh, that’s an interesting idea, i could definitely use that!”
  • “…ranpo, i know this is asking a lot, but can you use ultra-deduction for me?” “what’s this, a case you can’t solve?” “no, not exactly. there’s this word i’m looking for but i can’t remember what it is”

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Not convinced

Originally posted by harleyfloyd

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word count: 691 (this is a short one) 

Request: “#58 and #111 from writing prompt 11 when where Peter gets jealous cus the reader has been hanging around w a new guy friend? :)” by @hollxndtom

A/N: tbh, I had no idea how to deal with a jealous Peter, so if you think Peter would do something different, please let me know. I also tried to keep the reader gender neutral.  :) 

You laughed as you knocked on the door to Peter and May’s small apartment in Queens. That guy from your biology class offered to walk you to Peter’s after the lecture, claiming it was on his way to his own apartment. He also made you laugh at his biology-themed jokes.

“How are a teenage boy and DNA helicase the same?” The guy said, fighting a smile. You shook your head, knowing the joke would either be completely brilliant, or utterly lame. You glanced at him, cocking your head.

“How so?” You asked, fighting your own wide smile.

“They both want to unzip your genes,” The guy answered, bending over with laughter. You rolled your eyes and tried to contain your laughter. Right when your giggle burst from your lips, the door to Peter and May’s apartment opened, revealing a stunned Peter Parker. You straightened and walked through the door, saying your farewells to the guy as you went.

“See you, (Y/N),” The guy said right when Peter slammed the door shut. You glanced at him, confused. Peter stood next to you, a little closer than he normally does. His eyes were a little on the hard side, and his jaw was set.

“What was he doing?” Peter said, his voice a little dark. You recoiled, feeling your brow furrow with confusion. You and Peter were only friends, but you were beginning to feel a little more for the dork who had a love for science and saving people. You weren’t bold enough to do more than dropping a few hints at a relationship of more than friends, bt Peter was too oblivious to catch the meaning behind your comments. 

“He was just walking me here,” You explained, walking to the kitchen. “He said it was on his way to his place.” You reached the kitchen and dropped your backpack on the floor. You opened the cupboard that held the coffee grounds, filters, and mugs. You grabbed a filter and a mug when Peter spoke up.

“Really, now?” Peter said sarcastically, not convinced. You stopped and glanced to the side, seeing Peter, with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah, Peter. He was just walking me here,” you repeated, filling the filter with coffee grounds, the scent making you inhale a little deeper.

“Where does this guy live?” Peter said, his voice right beside your ear. You jumped, dropping the coffee mug. Peter, with his spider reflexes, he reached his hand out and caught the mug, then straightened and set it on the counter next to you.

“Don’t do that to me, Peter!” You shouted in defense. Peter blushed a little shoved his hands in his pockets, resting his hips on the counter.

“Sorry,” Peter mumbled. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“What’s your deal, Parker?” You said in exasperation.

“N-nothing,” Peter answered, staring at his feet.

“You’re a horrible liar,” You said. Suddenly, Peter’s odd behavior made sense. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” You asked, a coy smile tugging on the corner of your lips.

Peter’s eyes bulged and he began to blush profusely.

“W-w-w-w-what?!” Peter stammered, shaking his head rapidly. “N-n-n-no way! W-why would I be jealous?” You smirked and nodded your head slowly, not convinced.

“Of course you aren’t,” You reassured, finishing up setting up the coffee and putting water into the machine. You pushed the ‘on' button and stood next to Peter. He was still staring at the floor, cheeks an adorable rosy red. You smiled, feeling your courage spiking in the heat of the moment and you planted a quick peck on his cheek. The gesture made Peter blush even more, and he tried to form a sentence, but it just came out to be a jumble of vowels and consonants. You smiled and walked to the end of the kitchen, grabbing your backpack.

“Let’s go to your room, shall we? I need your to explain oxidative phosphorylation,” You asked, flashing a bright smile at Peter as he still stood by the coffee maker, mouth agape and eyes the size of saucers. You walked by him, grabbing his hand, pulling him behind you.

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#HappyBirthdayBlackout + (as always) thank you for everything, @britneyspears​​


ten years ago today, my favorite artist of all time released what many believe to be her magnum opus while simultaneously going through the most cruelly public of mental breakdowns.

one would think that the vitriol britney spears swam threw daily, spewed from of mouths of the money-hungry media looking to make a quick, tabloid-driven buck off the downfall of pop’s princess, would be enough to end her for good…but no. she channelled her anxieties and frustrations into the harsh, dizzyingly electronic sounds of her fifth album, giving her fans and detractors alike what they so desperately craved: more.

in doing such? she, against all odds, served a masterwork that is still widely considered to be one of the most influential blueprints for post-aughts pop music.

i was 16-years-old and home from school, sick with whatever nonsense was keeping me bedridden at the time. mum entered the house after work with a copy of it in hand, as she did every time britney released a new album throughout my childhood. my smile (much like my cold) was contagious as she handed it to me–a “surprise,” as if i thought she’d forgotten how important this day was (like those other extra special tuesdays before were) for me.

happy 10th birthday, blackout, you absolute wonder.