continuous glass

“Hey” Cameron started, taking another sip from his glass before continuing. “You don’t want a glass of champagne do you? I ordered it for my date but it turns out people don’t want to celebrate after you dump them. Who knew, right?” Letting out a low chuckle, he shook his head. “Anyway, it seemed a little pathetic to keep drinking it on my own so feel free to join me.”


Well… she did know how to open it… (Anna and Remington (my ocs) and 2017) Happy New Year!

the white album explained (part 1)
  • back in the ussr: the beatles are the red beach boys (they forgot their sunblock)
  • dear prudence: "hey prudence farrow you haven't eaten in days stop meditating won't you come out to pla--wait omg stay there i had an idea" -john lennon
  • glass onion: can everyone shut up paul isn't dead (yes he is)
  • obla di obla da: life goes on, brah (still the red beach boys)
  • wild honey pie: george's wife wanted to end the beatles
  • bungalow bill: john tries to get yoko and the other beatles to hang out with each other
  • while my guitar gently weeps: george likes eric clapton
  • happiness is a warm gun: the beatles take a break from the hippy shit and preach violence
  • martha my dear: paul likes his dog
  • im so tired: oh john can't sleep at night, but just the same, i never weep at night, i call your name
  • blackbird: paul is a little late to the civil rights movement but that's what dying can do to a guy
  • piggies: reverse animal farm (regular farm)
  • rocky raccoon: he was a fool onto himself
  • don't pass me by: ringo,,,,good job
  • why don't we do it in the road:
  • i will: he will
  • julia: john writes a song about his mom à la paul style

I’m late, but here’s my jasicoper high school au for @polypjoweek! Piper is teaching a very nervous Nico how to skateboard after school while they wait for Piper and Jason’s rides to get there (Nico walks home with his sisters). Also tiny bf steals swol bf’s sweatshirt. Again. Tbh Nico probably has a lot of jackets from his bf and gf that he borrows and forgets to give back, not so accidental thief.


Pros of being Baz’s roommate:

1. He helps me with French

2. He buys me coffee

3. He has a really nice voice. One meant for reading poetry.

4. He’s really pretty.


Cons of being Baz’s roommate:

1. He’s REALLY pretty

2. Sometimes I think he hates me, but then he does nice things.

3. Always calls me Snow?

4. Probably plotting.


Pros of being Snow’s roommate:

1. There are none


Cons of being Snow’s roommate:

1. He snores louder than anyone I’ve ever heard.

2. He’s stupidly adorable (even if he does look like a stereotypical hipster with those dumb glasses).

3. Painfully oblivious.

4. I think I’m in love with him.


“I’m never going to learn this shit,” Simon muttered. He pulled his glasses off and dragged a hand down his face. Passé composé was confusing, and Baz’s smug superiority wasn’t helping him learn it any faster.

“You aren’t going to learn it with that attitude, Snow.”

“I need coffee.”

“You always need coffee.”

Simon flopped onto his back and glared at the ceiling. He wished he would’ve gotten his foreign language credit in high school. It was hard focusing on film when he was constantly buried under a mound of French homework.

“Are you actually pouting?”

“I need coffee,” Simon answered weakly.

“Then get your shoes on and let’s go.”

[8:30pm] u wanna meet me and spazilton 4 coffee @ the cafe near the campus courtyard?

[Penny, 8:32pm] I’d rather not get in the way of your guys’ sexual tension.


When Baz got got back to the table, a cup of hot coffee in each hand, Simon was blushing madly at his phone.

Baz felt a jealous pang when he imagined Simon talking to his girlfriend (or boyfriend, the topic of his sexuality had never come up).

I’ll never make Snow blush like that.


Fucking Penelope Bunce.


“Here,” Baz said gruffly, holding Simon’s coffee out to him as he took a seat.


The universe hated him, Baz decided. For some unknown reason, it absolutely loathed him. Here was this cute golden boy with bright smiles and even brighter eyes, and he was fucking untouchable.


“So,” Baz replied in bored tone.

Simon’s fingers were drumming nervously against the table. “Campus at night, huh?”

“Yeah, Snow, it’s dark.”

“The lights are nice.” Simon lifted his coffee to his lips and took a long drink.

Baz snorted. “What do you want to do, take a walk?”

Simon smiled sheepishly, then nodded. “Better than French homework.”


ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴍ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ

“Only evil can rival evil.” Namjoon’s voice is quiet even as he continues to type, glasses perched somewhat haphazardly on his nose.

Seokjin frowns from his place on the single armchair. “Don’t go all cryptic on me, Namjoon.” Namjoon has a tendency as such, to voice a part of his thoughts the second it comes to him, raw and incomplete.

“The government,” Namjoon starts simply, glancing up. “The way to overthrow it is to be better than it in all the ways it has used to control us so far. I’ve got an idea, hyung.”

Namjoon’s excitement is palpable in the way his eyes light up behind the thick frame of his glasses, the way his fingers are unconsciously tapping an uneven rhythm on the edge of the table. Seokjin sucks in a breath. Namjoon’s ideas are never mild or mediocre; they’re always extravagant and Seokjin always, always worries. He almost doesn’t want to know what it is this time around, but Namjoon’s watching him expectantly, so he nods in encouragement.

“You know the seven deadly sins, hyung? I figured everything the government does falls into one of those. Imagine if we can create our very own seven deadly sins to counter them.”

“How?” Seokjin feels his stomach twisting, even as he tries to keep his face neutral, open.

“The prism effect,” Namjoon breathes, a smile sneaking its way to his lips. The prism effect, or so Namjoon names it. The way a single ray refracts into the seven colors of the rainbow. Or in other words, recreating seven clones of Namjoon, each with a mind and heart driven by a single sin. “I think I can perfect it in two weeks or so, then you can be in charge of administering each of them, hyung. What do you think?”

Seokjin shakes his head and Namjoon deflates a little. “But what about you? How can I run the operation myself?”

“Oh, about that,” Namjoon bites his lip, chewing lightly once, twice. Seokjin follows the movement with his eyes. “I need you to extract stuff from me for each clone so I might have to recuperate in the pod.” Namjoon pauses, gaze shifty. “It’ll be fine,” he adds quickly. 

Seokjin reluctantly agrees and not for the first time, he hates himself for being unable to refuse Namjoon. So he busies himself instead, learning what he can from Namjoon, and asking questions to make sure he’s more than familiar with everything. He can’t afford to mess up, after all, it’s their only chance. He tries not to think about how much blood and brain fluids Namjoon is instructing him to draw when the time comes.

Seokjin asks many things, but there is one that nags at him incessantly, one thing that Seokjin doesn’t dare to ask for fear of the answer that is to come.

It’s when Namjoon is settled in the pod, needle in Seokjin’s hand that he can’t help but blurt, “Will you be okay?”

Namjoon opens his eyes, smiles. “I will.” He squeezes Seokjin’s hand in reassurance.

“Okay,” Seokjin nods, brushing Namjoon’s fringe out of his eyes. “Okay,” he says under his breath.

And as he watches Namjoon’s eyelids grow heavy, Seokjin prays that when it all ends, amongst the scattered pieces, he’ll find Namjoon again.

ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ʙᴜɴɴɪᴇs/ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇs/ғɪᴄʟᴇᴛs:
[ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟʏ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ - ʏᴏᴏɴᴋᴏᴏᴋ/sᴜɢᴀᴋᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪɴᴏᴄᴄʜɪᴏ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ - ᴠᴍɪɴ]

It was very cold yesterday (about -27°c) so even I had to wear gloves for this picture. 🙄 A day before I wasn’t wearing them, it was only -20°c.. Just kidding. 😉


Okay, but here’s my bookish resolutions for 2017.

📚 I challenged myself to read 75 books. It’s okay to read less or more. 😇

📚 You don’t have to like everything. (This is a serious problem.)

📚 Don’t buy books only because ‘I’VE SEEN THIS ON BOOKSTAGRAM!!!! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT’S ABOUT BUT I NEED IT.“ Yeah, no.

📚 No coverbuys. Well, maybe one or two. Really, no.

📚 Buy only the books you really want to read. Okay, books you really want to read SOON. (Soon=this year, or very early 2018…. 🙄)

📚 Read more Jane Austen and Agatha Christie.

📚 Read more books in Finnish and by Finnish authors.

📚 Continue Throne of Glass series and read ACOMAF. Don’t by ACOWAR before you’ve read ACOMAF.

📚 Reread Harry Potter. And Eleanor & Park. And Attachments. 🙉

📚 Finish unfinished series (The Lunar Chronicles, The Hunger Games….)

How many books you want to read this year? ☺

anonymous asked:

Shattered Glass!Steeljaw ideas?

Like I said, I’ve never read Shattered Glass. Um, Steeljaw- as a character- doesn’t give too much to work with imho (unless you borrow lore from different continuities, which I have done, and even that doesn’t offer a lot.) Ummm, my best guess would be that he would still be an advocate for Predacon rights but maybe… also minicons? Like he’d be less of a hypocrite. He’d probably lead a lot of protests. *shrugs* idk bro. Sorry

The Seer (Part3)

Summary: Bucky has just heard you flat-line, as the doctors were bringing you to the operating room.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: geeky/nerdy reader, language in general, angst, feelings, stressing situation, impending death, medical report, injuries, med-bay, malnutrition, hospital’s kind of stuff, this should be all… I think.

Notes: I would appreciate any feedback. (I haven’t any kind of medical knowledge so… things can be not too much accurate. This is just a work of fiction.)

Word count: 895

The Seer MASTERLIST for all the parts of the series.

Originally posted by lovelyprisoner

“[Y/N]!” Bucky cries out rushing forward.

Natasha hurries to restrain him. Bucky continues towards the glass door indifferent to her pleading him to stop. Before Bucky can reach it, the door closes cutting out any sound from the operating room. His eyes glued on the scene visible through the glass. The team of medics are frenetically moving around you. He can see all of them take a step back from the table as the electric charge of a defibrillator makes your body jolt. Tears are rolling down his cheeks. Natasha tries to pull him away from the door. He doesn’t move, his eyes still fixed on you. One of the doctors sticks a syringe in your chest and then quickly retrieves it, while another prepares herself to electrocute you one more time. Bucky’s visual of the room his obscured by the sudden appearance of Steve standing in front of him, talking to him, and helping Natasha to push him back.

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