Do you guys have any podcast recs?? I love the Penbumbra Podcast, the Bright Sessions and The Adventure Zone but wait for episodes to come out os killing me :,,(
Hello @actuallyaghostthanks, first of all, you have an amazing taste in podcasts!! I must admit, I wasn’t really sure in what direction to go for my recommendations, based on these three podcasts. Do you like podcasts with a good LGTBTQ+ representation? Or a paranormal mystery? Or a bit more Sci-Fi?
One of my favourite podcasts by far! The only reason I haven’t posted a review yet is that all my thoughts about it are way too long. It uses all the tropes and cliches of the Investigative Journalism genre, and turns them into a hilarious, diverse, and thrilling story. It starts off great and becomes more amazing with each episode
This podcast is not the type of podcast you think it is after the first one or two episodes. I’m not saying it gets better, I’m not saying it gets worse. I’m just saying that you might expect Twin Peaks or Silent Hill, and you get … were-bunnies, a bizarre city council election, and one of the main characters dating the Devil. While Return Home sure does have it’s serious and dark moments, it’s way more fun than the first episodes make it seem to be. Can’t wait for the new season!
When Big Data uses tropes and cliches of the Investigative Journalism genre and turns it into something hilarious, The Black Tapes (find our review here) and its spin-off TANIS simply use these tropes. I enjoy this type of narration a lot, and binge listened to the first seasons of both shows within a few days. While I do think the quality dropped a bit as the stories progressed, I still highly recommend both The Black Tapes (with a focus on the paranormal and occult) and TANIS (with a focus on … creepy pasta and internet conspiracies). It should also be said that I’m not the biggest fan of the people behind the podcasts …
I must admit I’m only a few episodes in, but I enjoy the mix of horror and comedy: “The Year: 1971AD. The Place: The City of Swinging London. The Mission: To Destroy all Monsters.” Also I love that it’s a bit of a different setting from all the other podcasts. You should definitely give it a try.
A Sci-Fi drama that’s only one episode old! So it’s still too soon to say much about it, but I liked the first episode a lot, it’s well written, well acted, and I’m excited to find out what happens next. All in all a very promising start!
This one is quite different from most other podcasts I’ve recommended so far. It’s the story of a young girl who follows a mysterious giant who suddenly appears from the ocean and walks across the US. It’s an odd one, this podcast, but captivating, and a very unique experience. I’m not sure if it’s for everyone, but I sure did enjoy it!
I hope you’ll find something you like! Also, feel free to scroll through our tags to find more specific podcasts!
I had not dared to think what life might be like once I had found Jamie,
lest I not find him after all. Then I had found him, and in quick succession, had contemplated life as a printer’s wife among the political and literary worlds of Edinburgh, a dangerous and fugitive existence as a smuggler’s lady, and finally, the busy, settled life of a Highland farm, which I had known before and loved.
Now, in equally quick succession, all these possibilities had been jerked away, and I faced an unknown future once more.
Oddly enough, I was not so much distressed by this as excited by it. I had been settled for twenty years, rooted as a barnacle by my attachments to Brianna, to Frank, to my patients. Now fate—and my own actions—had ripped me loose from all those things, and I felt as though I were tumbling free in the surf, at the mercy of forces a great deal stronger than myself.
Can I get a Kara imagine where Barry gives the DEO all the criminal files from every dimension he's been in and while looking through them A sees that R is one of the most dangerous wanted villains that has powers that previously escaped Belle Reve Penitentiary, but R was now in Earth-38 and was attempting to make amends by helping anyway they could, i was also hoping you could decide where it goes from there (BY THE WAY THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR BLOG I CHECK UP ON IT EVERYDAY)
“Alex, just wait,” Kara grabbed her sister’s shoulders and prevented her from running out the door of her apartment. “Y/N Y/L/N isn’t…she isn’t dangerous.”
“She is a fugitive from Belle Reve Penitentiary, sis. Y/L/N is wanted in virtually 32% of the known Earths. I’d say she’s dangerous.”
“Not here. I came to you because you’re supposed to trust me. I’ve been watching her for a while and she’s done nothing but help people. I don’t know what changed, Alex, but she’s changed. We can’t just lock her away.”
“Fine,” Alex huffed after a few seconds of hesitation, “we don’t arrest her officially. But, we’re taking her in tonight. We have a duty, Kara.”
Warnings: Implied violence, people being generally horrible to one another, bile
11 am On a Thursday Philadelphia, PA
“Frank, how many times have I told you not to flush random shit down the goddamned toilet?” Dennis said, stomping over to the bar. “But Dennis, that’s what toilets are for,” Frank said, wiping remnants of a grilled cheese sandwich off his mouth with the sweater Dee had carelessly left unattended. “You know what I mean Frank. If there’s another shoe in there I swear to God, I will wake you up just so you can see me kill you in your sleep.” Frank took a second sandwich out of his pocket and took a bite. With his mouth still full he said, “Toilet time isn’t until 2 pm. I haven’t flushed anything yet today.” Dennis glowered at him. “Whatever. Charlie can fix the toilet. Charlie!” There was no reply. “CHARLIE!” Dennis called again. “He said he was going to hunt for ghouls in the sewer last night and I haven’t seen him since,” Frank said. “I just assumed he was kidnapped by an Asian gambling ring.”
You just sold a bunch of old books to my secondhand store for cheap and one of them’s worth a fortune and my partner will kill me if he finds out but I think you should have the money AU
I didn’t mean to get you arrested, I thought I was helping AU
I’m planning a heist and I need your very specific skillset to pull it off but when I tracked you down you’d become an alcoholic and spend your days cheating at video poker AU
Your pizza keeps getting delivered to my house by mistake and I need to talk to you about your choice of toppings AU
Prison chaplain/ wrongfully convicted death row inmate AU
You bring my grandmother a basket of homemade candy every Christmas and she keeps dropping hints about how great you are so we should probably go out at least once—you know, just to make grandma happy AU
I was down on my luck and had lost the will to live when I heard you playing the fiddle and long story short I think you saved my life AU
The PTA bake sale is coming up and you’ve outsold me two years in a row so I’m pulling out all the stops AU
I just quit my job and put all my belongings in a U-Haul and started driving, you’re the hitchhiker I picked up on a whim who I’m starting to think is a dangerous fugitive AU
Graffiti artist/ mural painter AU
You’re the only major film critic who hated my movie and I need to talk to you about it because I agree with you AU
If a terrorist escapes the holding facility and you know they're in the city do you issue a warning to all citizens or do try to apprehend them as discreetly as possible?
At Better Living Industries, the safety and peace of mind of our citizens is of the utmost importance. On the rare occasion that human errors in our enforcement protocols allow criminals to escape, a general warning showing only the convict’s appearance is issued and posted periodically throughout the city. Any BL/ind personnel complicit in their escape, via negligence and/or collaboration, will be reprimanded accordingly.
When the aforementioned criminal is deemed highly dangerous, BL/ind personnel are given the order to “EXTERMINATE” them, and their information is made public in order to locate them quickly and efficiently. Citizens found to be witholding information regarding highly dangerous fugitives will be punished to the full extent of the law.
Based on Anonymous Prompt: Bucky X Reader: so it’s Civil War alright, and Bucky and the Black Panther are fighting (like usual) and the reader is a civilian and she sees Bucky losing to T'Challa so she jumps inbetween them just as T'Challa slices at him and she gets hurt?
A/N: No Civil War spoilers because I haven’t seen it yet. But guess who’s going to go see it…THIS GIRL! TONIGHT!!! I’ll prob post pics later, because I’m dressing up in my USO girl costume that I made for Halloween. But yeah, no spoilers. I’m going to try and write/post another one today, but the wi-fi at my school’s hella spotty and sometimes the filters block Tumblr. But I’m going to my friend’s house after school, so maybe I can post from there…? Anyway, hope you like this one. Also, if I never post on here again, it’s because Civil War KILLED ME.
You love standing on the roof of your office’s building. You’re pretty sure you’re the only one who knows about it, because no one’s ever up there. So whenever things get to be too much, you take a breather by coming up here.
You sigh, staring out over the vast expanse of the city. Finally, some peace and quiet.
Apparently, someone didn’t get the memo about that.
You suddenly hear distant thuds and grunts coming from across the roof. You assume the worst and walk cautiously over, ready to avert or shield your eyes if necessary. Then you hear something metallic, like sharp pieces of metal scraping across a chalkboard.
You round the corner and stop, frozen. In front of you is a man and…someone in a black, cat-like suit?
Your mind flashes with recognition and you quickly identify the man as Bucky Barnes, the subject of a massive man-hunt that’s taken place over the last few days. You remember the news reports saying that he’s a dangerous fugitive from justice, a cold-blooded killer, but all you can think about right now is how he looks like he’s getting the shit beaten out of him.
“Hey!” you shout. Both of them pause momentarily and look up at you. “I don’t know what you two are doing…well, I mean, I’d guess you were fighting…but could you not?”
You could almost swear you catch a ghost of a smile on Bucky’s face. No sounds from the cat guy.
And then, just like that, they’re back to fighting again. The cat guy clearly has the upper hand, and you start to notice the cuts and bruises that seem to litter Bucky’s face.
And after that hint of a smile, you can’t help but think that maybe everyone has it wrong.
Suddenly, your feet are moving you towards the fight and you certainly don’t remember telling them to do that. Bucky takes a hit and falls to his knees. He only barely dodges a punch from the other guy, and you don’t want to find out what happens when the next hit doesn’t miss.
And suddenly you’ve thrown yourself between the two of them. It’s almost like time slows down. You can hear the blood pounding in your ears, and you can see the cat guy’s arm inching toward you. It seems like he tries to stop it, but the momentum’s already going.
It’s then that you realize that in addition to his cat-like appearance, the guy has little metal retractable claws. And as stupid as it is, the only thing you can think before they reach you is, Wow, this guy must really like cats.
The claws slice down through your arm and suddenly everything’s back in real time. And there is very real pain shooting through your arm. You stare down at the claw marks in disbelief, still not 100% sure that this is actually happening to you.
The cat guy stops and retracts his claws, immediately grabbing your arm and inspecting it. He removes his helmet and you recognize him as T’Challa, the king of Wakanda.
“Are you alright?” he asks and you nod. “I’m-” He looks past you and starts. You turn to follow his gaze and realize that Bucky has escaped. You try not to let your relief show on your face.
Suddenly, T’Challa grabs your other arm and grips it in a vice-like hold. You look up at him, shocked.
“Are you an ally of the Winter Soldier’s?” he asks.
“What?” you ask. “Who, that guy? Bucky Barnes?” You cower under the king’s fierce stare. “No, I’m not an ally. I’m just a normal person.”
“Then why did you help him?” he demands.
“I just…I don’t like violence,” you reply, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. T’Challa just shakes his head, dropping your arm.
“Do not get involved again,” he says. “Or we will be forced to bring you in. And I am sorry about your arm.”
“Wait, who’s we?” you ask, but he’s already gone. You look down at your bleeding arm and suddenly feel nauseous. You’ve lost a fair amount of blood.
Slowly, you stumble down the stairs and get someone to call you an ambulance.
It’s almost midnight when you finally get home.
At first, you’d thought you’d just be able to go in, get stitched up, and leave.
But then various agents from different government organizations had shown up.
And then a guy that you were pretty sure was the Falcon, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses.
And then the reporters.
Armed with bandages and painkiller, you throw the door to your apartment open. You deposit everything on the floor and throw yourself down onto the couch.
Your eyes flutter closed and you know that you’re on the brink of sleep. That is, until you hear a crash in your kitchen. You drag yourself up from the couch, grabbing the nearest weapon you can find; in this case, a lamp.
You creep to the kitchen, half stealthy, half disgruntled. Nothing prepares you for what you find.
On the floor of your kitchen is Bucky Barnes, the man from earlier. You can see a dark brown stain through his red shirt. Your heart drops when you realize it’s blood.
“Hi, my name’s (Y/N),” you say and he looks up, his breathing labored and shallow. “Welcome to my home.”
“Um…” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean to barge in. It’s just…you helped me earlier. And I have nowhere to go.”
“You weren’t like, followed here, or anything right?” you ask, grabbing the first aid kit from one of your cabinets. “I’m not gonna have to fight the cat dude? Cuz we both know how that went for me last time.”
Bucky emits a noise that you could almost describe as a laugh, but it quickly turns into a cough. And then he coughs up blood onto your tiles.
“Okedoke,” you say. “Well, I’m not a doctor, but that looks bad. And I’m assuming that despite the fact that I’m not a doctor, you want me to do my best to clean you up.”
He doesn’t say anything, but you can see his eyes pleading for help. You go back to the living room and get the bottle of painkillers that the doctors gave you.
Two hours later, you’ve mostly got everything handled with Bucky. He walked you through stitching him up, and you almost puked twice. But you didn’t.
After that, you insisted on putting a band-aid on every cut you can find. Bucky argues against it, at first, but eventually realizes it’s no use.
But of course, you don’t have normal band-aids, so you’ve just covered the former Winter Soldier in Frozen and Disney Princess band-aids.
“You good?” you ask, as you help him down onto your couch. “Not bleeding from anywhere else?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Bucky says. “This is some damn good painkiller though.” You toss him the rest of the bottle.
“Take it,” you say. “I have a feeling that you’re going to need it more than I do.”
“Does that hurt?” he asks, gesturing to your arm. You look down at it and chuckle.
“After all the wounds I just sewed up for you, I don’t think I have the right to complain about my scratches,” you say, cleaning up the bloody towels.
“No, I don’t-”
“They’re fine,” you reassure him. “I’m on the same painkiller as you, remember?”
“You’re remarkably calm about this,” he comments as you continue to clean up the room.
“I’m sure I’ll freak out sometime,” you say. “Just haven’t had the time to process everything.” Bucky nods.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. “For earlier. And now. I think you saved my life twice.”
“Yeah, well maybe when all this is over, you can take me out to dinner as a thank-you,” you quip drily. Internally, you panic. Where the hell did that come from?
“You know, I think that’s the first time someone’s flirted with me in 70 years,” he replies, and you’re surprised by the teasing tone in his voice. And even more disarmed by the gorgeous smile on his lips.
“I was not flirting,” you say defensively, avoiding his eyes.
“I mean, I know I’m from 1940s and all,” he smirks. "But I don’t think the world is so changed that a girl asking a guy to dinner isn’t flirting.”
“Ok, that’s enough of that,” you say, picking up a blanket and tossing it at him.
“Hey!” You walk over and pick up the blanket, spreading it over him. He looks up at you, confused. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I’m going to go to sleep,” you say. “And as much as I like you, I’m not inviting some strange guy to share my bed.”
“Oh, I was just going to-” He starts to get up, but you gently nudge him back down.
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you say. “There’s no way in hell you’re sleeping on the street.” He tries to protest, but you cut him off with a look.
“Yes ma’am,” he mutters. You nod and stand up. You reach past him to turn off the light, and without even thinking, plant a kiss on his forehead.
Your brain goes back into panic mode. You see him visibly stiffen and mentally face-palm.
Team Instinct: Sam Wilson, because this is the same guy who decided to go with his gut and put his trust in Steve and Natasha when everyone else was painting them as potentially dangerous fugitives during the whole Winter Soldier craziness.
Team Mystic: Steve Rogers - NO NO NO NO WAIT HEAR ME OUT. This is the little shit who looked at that flag on the flagpole and went “No, I don’t have to bust my tiny ass trying to climb that thing. I just have to bring that pole down.” Also, the same little shit who actually did carefully think through the fact that he was basically saying FUCK YOU to 117 countries in order to save Bucky Barnes and the rest of the Avengers from becoming potential new HYDRA puppets. Steve Rogers thinks things through, considers all the angles and will make his decision, come hell or high water.
Team Valor: Bucky Barnes, who’s always been strong - who’s managed to hold on to his essential self despite the sheer hell he’s gone through. This is the same man who remembered ‘Till the end of the line and that Steve Rogers was more than just a kill mission - his real mission was to protect and defend that little punk kid from Brooklyn who never backed down from a fight.
There’s a rumor going around that Grace is in the finale. I’m always skeptical of random anons, but let’s go with it. I want to believe. Let’s imagine, just for a minute.
Think of what that could mean to Abbie. The look on her face if she sees this woman. This brave, incredible woman who reached forward across the centuries to give Abbie hope and inspiration. The woman who made straight her road, who took up a torch that was passed from Dixon to Taylor to Mills, unnamed women down and down until it finally reached Abbie, the hopes and fears of all the years met in one tiny package.
Remember how emotional Abbie was seeing the statue of her ancestor, frozen in stone? Imagine if, after being taken for a slave and treated as a dangerous fugitive, imagine if after all that she sees Grace. In the flesh.
Grace, her namesake. Grace, the personification of that trait. Beautiful and strong and so smart, with her journal and her wisdom. Fighting unimaginable odds.