cue kids

“This is the oldest poster we have hanging up,” murmured the General, “So cheesy.”

“But you love it.”

The old soldier smiles. “I do.”


[ Something’s different. Something’s happening. ]

[ Four old souls of broken glass,

Can you tell of all that passed?

Tell a tale of time undone,

Reach the surface and it ticks by one.

Voided lives and cyan shards,

All of thee who won’t regard,

of Sinners and those who will remember,

of Saints and those who will dismember. ]

labyrinthphanlivingafacade  asked:

Concept: Erik leaves notes for the costume department to make suits for him and they always comply. Cue little kid working with their mom who makes him the most misshapen, multicolored socks(they're trying, okay) and their mom says they can't give the OG those socks, but they sneak them in anyway and Nadir finding Erik in his lair with the ugliest socks in existence on.

the ghost man appreciates the effort that went into the socks and is glad that the kiddos are working diligently and learning what they can to be the best when they get older. but for now, they’re socks. he loves to dress nicely, but there’s a point where he admits it’s irrational to be impeccable about his appearance when no one (other than, you know, that damn persian) is going to see him so he Might As Well wear ugly misshapen socks. as long as they fit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Don’t imagine Beca and Chloe dressing up and taking Beca’s step-sister out trick-or-treating and everyone thinks that Beca is a kid and Chloe is the guardian of the two

After telling myself I wouldn’t write a Framework fic, here we are! The idea for this story came out of nowhere 48 hours after 4x15 aired, and I loved it too much to let it go. This is a multi-chapter Framework AU where everyone is rescued from AIDA except Fitz. Cue major FS/bus kids feels. 

A million thanks to @bioforensics for being my official cheerleader and constant motivation to write this. I honestly couldn’t have finished this without you. 

Synopsis: When Fitz is the only one still stuck in the Framework, Jemma and Daisy hack their way in to save him, but the world is much more complicated than they anticipated. With only three days to convince him the world isn’t real, Daisy leads Framework Fitz through a mysterious investigation, while Jemma must learn the story of a very different FitzSimmons, a story that will solidify how they are truly meant to be together - in every universe.

Sneak Peek: 


“I’m here.”

“I got into Hydra’s database and found the report. You apparently died in a lab explosion about four months ago.”

“A lab explosion?” Moving toward the sofa, she sunk down into the cushion to process this revelation.

“Yeah, you were tampering with some device, or something. I don’t really understand it. But it malfunctioned, causing it to explode. You were the only one in the lab that day. Oh, and I guess I should mention…you were a Hydra scientist, specifically.”

“Good lord. This world truly is messed up. Does it say anything else about the device?” She was met with no response. “Daisy?”

“Sorry, yeah, there’s uh…quite a lot about it, actually. Its origins, anyway.”

“What is it?”

“The device itself was developed by a company called LFTech.”

Jemma scrunched her face up through her confusion. “What’s LF…wait…”

“As in…Leopold Fitz Technology.”

Read Chapter 1 on AO3!

Tagging some bus kids fans who may be interested under the cut! 

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Request: I had a request for Bucky where they are like bff’s and are pining after each other and one of their feelings accidentally gets hurt but eventually they get together. @kmwiinchester

Word Count: 1,669

A/N: I hope this is close to what you were looking for! I think I got a bit carried away, but I like how this one turned out.

Originally posted by enochianess

“You can’t aim for shit.”

“If you don’t shut up right now, I’m going to shove this cue up your-“

“Alright, kids. Play nice.” Steve’s shadow fell over the pool table, effectively blocking your view. You glared up at him, brow quirked. He stepped back with his hands up in a defensive position. He knew how you and Bucky were when it came to pool and he wasn’t about to get in the way of that. It was a serious game for serious people, and you were one striped ball away from winning fifty bucks. Steve watched you with his arms crossed, eyes flickering between you and Bucky.

You were fairly good at pool, and an even better hustler. You and Bucky actually made a good team- he was big and buff, and every time the two of you went to bars he was the first one at the table being challenged by other guys who were big and buff. Then you swooped in and pretended to be a cute little princess, when in reality you could kill every single one of them with a cue ball if you wanted to. You and Bucky won tons of money from hustling bikers, much to Steve’s chagrin. What could you say, you had skill. You could hit any ball from any angle into any hole on the first try. It was no contest who would win, but dammit if whoever you were playing against didn’t try.

Bucky, on the other hand, was a little shit and a dirty cheat.

You held the cue between your fingers, aiming the white ball to hit a shiny red one when you felt something graze along your sides. Your body stiffened and you tried to ignore the feeling of Bucky’s fingers gliding over your ribs. He was trying to distract you and Goddamn was it working. He was aiming for a tickle, something to make you jump, but you just wanted to lean into it. Your heart was in your throat, thumping loudly against your skull, and it had very little to do with the very important shot you were about to take.

Okay, sure. Bucky was your best friend, and that’s all he’d ever been, but you’d be lying if you said you never thought of him throwing you on the pool table and-

“Don’t miss.” His breath was hot on your ear and your eyes closed involuntarily, teeth gritting and hands tightening around the cue. You shot him a look and he chuckled, taking half a step back. Your shoulders squared and you tried to focus again, but he was still too damn close. This hadn’t happened before- not once. But, then again, you weren’t usually playing against him. He usually stood on the other side of the table and cheered you on, not standing at your side to taunt you.

“Bucky, I swear to God,” you threatened, tongue between your teeth.

“I didn’t do anything,” he defended. “Just try not to suck.”

“I hate you.” You rolled your eyes, adjusting your footing and shrugging a stiff shoulder. It was taking an unusually long time for you to hit the ball, and Bucky seemed to sense it. He backed off, rounding the table toward the bar. Steve was already leaning on it by now, a drink of (rather useless, really) scotch in hand. Bucky went to getting one of his own and you stood up fully. Now that the haze of having Bucky right at your side was gone, it became easier to focus. You went to fixing your shot, eaves dropping on the boys.

“You two are really needling each other today,” Steve noted. “You fight like an old married couple.”

Bucky grimaced as he took a swallow from his glass, but not because of its contents. “Not even. I’d die before I let myself marry her.”

“Ouch,” Steve laughed. “Looks like you two are well on your way, if you ask me. I keep waiting for you to pull a fast one.”

You were bent over the table again, frozen while you listened. You were staring forward at the cue ball, but your attention was on them. Your head tilted down, eyes dropping to the green surface just in front of your face. “No chance in hell,” Bucky was saying. You bit the inside of your cheek, realizing what it meant. “I’d rather the Hulk sat on me.”

“That’s harsh.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

“You started it.” Bucky jabbed Steve with his finger. “Suggesting I make a move on her, that’s disgusting. You should be ashamed.”

They were laughing when you shot the ball. They both turned to look, watching as the cue ball slammed into the shiny red ball, sending it spinning. It missed the hole by a few inches and both their brows shot up in surprise. Bucky grinned, standing up to join you at the table. You shoved the cue at his chest, turning your back to him and starting for the door. “Ask Steve to play the next game, I’m going to bed.”

“(Y/N), it’s noon.” Bucky’s long strides caught up to you before you could reach the door and he grabbed your arm, turning you around to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” It sounded a lot harsher than you meant for it to be, and Bucky winced. His hand on your arm relaxed, but he didn’t let go. Your eyes flickered to Steve, who had his back to you and was pretending not to notice. Then you locked eyes with Bucky again, suddenly aware of how close he was. Again. His chest was practically right in your face, head tilted down to look at you with those giant, beautiful eyes of his. You cursed yourself, feeling inadequate and stupid. Of course, he would say that there’s no chance in hell for you but you couldn’t stop yourself from having feelings for the idiot. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” His voice was soft, a tone you knew he reserved only for you. A quiet whisper that only you could hear, that calmed your nerves and made you think that maybe, just maybe, there was something else between you. But, there wasn’t. He had just said so. “Was it something I said?”

He looked hurt. And dammit if you didn’t hate that look. You had your fair share of slightly-mean things to say about him and he would always pretend like you hurt his feelings, but when he was genuinely hurt, it was different. It wasn’t playful or fun anymore and all you wanted to do now was hide. You could lie to him, say you weren’t feeling well. Blame cramps or headaches or something, but dammit. You hated to lie to him and didn’t want to start now- “I, uh,” you stuttered, unsure what to say.

“Too much?” His hand slid down your arm a bit, but remained firm. “I didn’t mean that, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I…” you shrugged, trying to stop your eyes from watering. “I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, shoulders dropping. “I was just fooling around, I didn’t mean I wouldn’t kiss you-“ Bucky’s eyes widened a bit and he let go of your arm, immediately stepping back as confusion wormed itself on your expression. “I meant. I wouldn’t, but… I wouldn’t not. It was just a-“

“You two are going to give me an aneurism,” Steve swiveled in his chair, looking thoroughly annoyed. “Seriously? Please don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” The desire to run and hide was overshadowed by curiosity and confusion. Bucky pushed his hair out of his face, breathing a huff of air. His eyes scanned your face, like he was analyzing a threat, and he chewed absently on his lip. “Bucky?”

“I may or may not, let’s not point fingers here,” he started, looking incredibly uneasy. You shifted from one foot to another. “Have slightly less than platonic feelings for you.”

You stared blankly at him, trying to process what he had said. He was frozen too, waiting for your response, and when he got none, his face fell and he nodded. Assuming you either found that incredibly strange or didn’t return the feelings, he let go of your arm and turned to leave. But you snapped out of your daze and reached for him, grabbing the hand that let you go.

“I, uh.” Your mouth was dry, now, and you focused hard on the hand in yours. Slightly calloused, but soft and comforting.  He didn’t pull his hand away, fingers wrapped around yours. Not tight, but not loosely either. “Might have similar…Feelings.”

Bucky was grinning then, and his hand did tighten at your words. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping one arm around your waist. “That so?”

“I think so, yeah,” you laughed. Bucky seemed to have an idea then, because he let you go and turned, grabbing two forgotten cues leaning on the wall and thrusting one into your hands. Your brow rose and he led you toward the table, one arm over your shoulders. “What are we doing?”

“Rematch,” he said, gathering the balls from the pockets. You watched him set them up and then he came back around to stand in front of you. You smiled up at him, heart pounding again. You doubted it would ever stop.

“What do I win when I kick your ass?” You twirl the cue in your hands, quirking a brow up at him.

If, by the grace of God you actually manage to pull off that miracle,” he teased. “Then you get to kiss me. But when I show you who’s the boss- it’s me, I’m the boss- then I get to kiss you.”

A grin split your face and you heard Steve let out an annoyed groan from the other end of the room. Bucky stuck out his hand for a handshake and you took it, holding onto him a bit longer than necessary. “Bring it on, cupcake.”

anonymous asked:

💓 theavatarslegacy

            send a heart for a  ( heated )  kiss!        @theavatarslegacy

            She’s tugging on the collar of saffron fabric, pulling Tenzin close to capture his lips with her own, fingers cradling the back of his neck over inked skin. Now that they’re alone Lin takes the time to deepen the kiss, her satmobile’s engine left forgotten ; there are upsides to these council events, sometimes.


What if I wasn’t such Lunyx trash

Anyway, my friend and I like to talk about the AUs where everyone is happy and no one dies as well. In this scenario? Luna and Nyx get a happily ever after.

Cue up the kids.

Characters, concept, story, etc belong to Square, but these (basically fandom original) characters are pretty much me and my friend’s doing.

Firstborn, spitting image and attitude of dad. Born shortly after the fallout and attempts of reconstruction after the war with Nifelheim and the scourge, Artemis takes after her dad’s forward thinking. Because of this, she tends to get into some arguments with mom. Luna insists she slow down, to stop being so reckless and to think before speaking and even attacking. Artemis, of course, knows no other way. She was born from war, and she grew up in a level of uneasy peace that surrounded the continent as well as royalty. Like Nyx, Artemis faces pointed commentary about her heritage and doubts directed at her regarding any sort of legitimacy to the throne. She prefers to fight instead of attending to any princess duties and dealing with people on the whole, earning her a not very fondly given nickname of Warrior Queen. As it stands, she actively trains with the Glaive, though under her middle name and a fake last name so she doesn’t receive preferential treatment for being a princess. Her preferred weapon is the bow, because Square is incredibly heavy-handed with the symbolism, which means her Warp Strike has a stupid range. Artemis is heavily influenced by the city life of Insomnia.

Named in honor of the dead, Selene was born six years after Artemis. The age gap makes it difficult sometimes for her and Artemis to get along, especially since Selene grew up in better, less tumultuous times than her older sister. Because of this, she’s able to really learn more about Galahd and the culture without really being seen lesser than others. Selene embraces the princess life and has a knack with dealing with difficult people (in no small part thanks to dealing with her older sister). Where Artemis is more utilitarian, Selene is a bit more of a free spirit. Don’t be mistaken: she may enjoy peace more than violence, but she is a competent warrior. She enjoys being with Luna and attending some of the meetings as it gives her a chance to really observe people, as well as learn more about the cultures of others. Her preferred weapons are Nyx’s kukris, having inherited the weapons from him and learning how to use them just as well as dad. Selene openly wears her hair and styles of Galahd.

Phoebus is less than a year apart from Selene, often confusing the two for twins instead of siblings. Of the three, he is the one who gets along with people the best without any sort of judgment. He’s usually exasperated by his sisters, though, given that half the time he doesn’t know what they’re arguing about and literally prays to Bahamut to make them stop. Phoebus prefers to be among the people, which usually makes him the most recognizable child of the three. The token extrovert, Phoebus enjoys partying a little too much, which is how he got himself a broken nose. Most people expect Selene to inherit the title of Oracle. For better or for worse, Phoebus is the next in line to commune with the Six. He has always been skilled with a level of magic and spirituality that his sisters don’t understand, but trust anyway. Given his affinity for the spirits and deep knowledge of history, Phoebus tries his best to educate others about the finer points of the Six in a helpful and mostly humorous way. His preferred weapon is the lance, though he stands to gain the Trident in the future. He is most influenced by Tenebrae and the spiritual connections of the country.

anonymous asked:

Greed anon here, for the sake of preservation, can we ask more stories of Camp Hell? Did your group hit the kangaroos targets?

mlfdsmc i think i dug all the stories i could out of my brain last night but!!

  • we did hit the kangaroo target!! on the last arrow. cue kids sitting around the fire like “is it done is it done is it done” while the Mum Kid is beating us away like flies trying to swarm the meat
  • speaking of flies i ate a fly at Hell Camp. it’s kinda unavoidable
  • long before you set foot in Hell Camp, you are told a story. the story is about The Pimple. “what is The Pimple??” you may ask, but the seniors will pet your head condescendingly and tell you, “you’ll know. when you’re on the hike, you’ll know The Pimple when you see it.”
    • The Pimple turned out to be a hill with an almost 45 degree slope where you had to grab at the trees just to haul yourself up it. so awful that the counselors actually made a mandatory rest spot at the base of it before we attempted the climb together
  • on a different hill that was not The Pimple it was super muddy and a girl slipped and fell on her butt and she just sat there crying for a couple minutes because she was covered with mud… and then she just butt-scooted the rest of the way down the hill because it was easier and she was already muddy yolo i guess

honestly the most amazing thing i can say about Hell Camp is that it’s been going for more than 30 years now and no one’s died. you meet any alumni of my school and they will instantly know what you mean when you talk about Hell Camp. “yeah my group nearly started a bush fire and we lost dessert privileges for three days because of it” “mine got lost on hike and we had to radio in for help and it was nearly midnight by the time the counselors found us”

Rewatching 2x03 (Family of Rogues) because I’m trash, and I came to the conclusion/headcanon that Lewis had figured out that ‘Sam’ was actually the Flash by the time he shot him.

Thinking it through, Lewis had seen the Flash when they stole the blueprints, covered in ice but his face showing, and could conjecture that he wasn’t dead just from that (that Leonard hadn’t really finished him off). He wasn’t about to get into this whole superpowers and codenames bullshit though, so he left it alone. But it’s got to be fishy – they didn’t trip a single alarm, and yet the Flash found them? When they were just stealing a couple of blueprints? That can’t be the superhero’s usual priority, not in Lewis’s perspective.

Cue some kid showing up who just happens to have the skills that they need (without any prep, and we can assume Draycon is very hard to crack considering that Lewis put a bomb in some guy’s head in order to have someone skilled enough to potentially crack it the first time), and who happens to have been there for the Kahndaq diamond heist, which is around the time that Leonard got his cold gun (as Lewis probably would have learned from the news). The kid also has an obviously fake name, and here Leonard is vouching for him, when Leonard doesn’t vouch for anyone. 

Now, I don’t think that Lewis had figured out ‘Sam’ was the Flash, yet. Just that the kid was suspect, somehow. But the plan was for a third guy and if his son wants to bring this brat along, well so be it. But then the kid’s a little too eager to get the plan rolling and make sure the guys at the front desk don’t question things, and in the hall, those guards just disappeared in the moment Lewis’s back was turned. “Must’ve taken a break” indeed. The way Leonard and this kid are communicating too, it’s like there’s a layer to it, a shared extra meaning. Even when you’re outside of an inside-joke, so to speak, you still notice that you’re on the outside of it.

But then the kid is cracking the Draycon with no equipment or anything, just his fingers, and Lewis gets it. Maybe not 100%, not totally convinced about this slightly-crazy hunch yet, but even if he’s wrong, he knows that this kid is trouble, that he’s wrapped up in trouble. If he weren’t trouble, Lewis would’ve been much better to keep him around – he has incredible tech skills and is seemingly willing to go along with anything, not that hard to control (by all appearances). But no, something must be worrying at him, as his instincts, enough that he knows it’s safer to off the kid the second he gets the chance. If the kid isn’t the Flash, he’s gotta be an undercover cop or something

And of course… just two minutes later, the Flash is in the hall. Lewis doesn’t even look surprised. He also doesn’t look surprised when the Flash starts asking things like “what kind of man puts a bomb in his own daughter’s head?” The only thing that surprises Lewis is that Leonard hesitates to pull the trigger when ordered. And I can imagine that’s when it fully clicks. That yes, that kid Sam was the Flash after all, and more than that, Leonard wasn’t somehow blackmailed or bullied into bringing him along, he actually chose to have the Flash here. 

That’s the moment Lewis realizes he’s fucked, I think. And a moment later, when the Flash tells Leonard that Lisa is safe and the man looks terrified for the moment it takes him to turn around? That’s when it clicks that Leonard was being helped by the Flash all along, was working with him for… who knows how long. 

And I dunno’ about you, but I find it very satisfying that the last thing Lewis felt was the ice cold feeling of betrayal.


Understanding Emotions: Make a Feelings Faces Chart

 Young children may not have the language to describe what they’re feeling, so they rely on nonverbal cues – think screaming, crying, etc. They also lack experience dealing with big emotions, which means they may not even know what they’re feeling.

 Here’s one way to help!

Okay but guys imagine this. The vampires are defeated and Mika goes to Yuu and everything goes back to normal and everyone’s happy except Guren still hasn’t noticed Shinya’s feelings for him even though everyone keeps hinting at them and then Shinya just gives up and accepts a marriage proposal from another family. Guren realizes what he has lost but wants Shinya.

Cue him and the kids crashing the wedding.

“Hey kids you guys wanna hear the story how the whole world tried to kill me before they realized I was saving them from your crazy, power hungry aunt?”
*cue side eye from cinder*
“-and he kept my old metal foot!”
“Daaaaad! That’s gross and WEIRD!”
*embarrassed groans and intense blushing from the nerd emperor*