daring to live in the details

Bucky Drabble 80 & 57

Request: The 80 and 57 anon here, I apologize for forgetting the character. I mean to put with Bucky, thx

80. “I’ve never kissed anyone.” + “This is a problem.”

57. “Calm down all I did was break his nose.”

A/N: I WILL CONTINUE THE REQUESTS TOMORROW, THERE’S SO MANY OF THEM! gOODNIGHT!

You and your teammates sat around on the couch, enjoying your day off and playing a little game of truth or dare.

“Just hurry up and pick someone.” Tony grunted, taking a swig of his beer. Sam glared at him.

Thor was off in Asgard, Bruce was still MIA and Clint was back home with his family which left you, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Tony. Sam’s eyes scanned everyone before locking on you. A smirk spread across his lips and he cleared his throat.

“Miss Y/N.” he says and you groan. “Truth or dare?” deciding to play it safe - like you always do - you choose truth. Sam rubs his facial hair for a second before having a lightbulb moment. “I dare you to describe your last kiss in extreme detail from start to finish.”

“But I picked truth.”

“Yeah but truth is so boring.”

You chuckle and shake your head. At that moment, Natasha looks at her empty beer bottle and stands up, leaving the living room to grab another beer. “I would describe my last kiss to you guys if I’ve ever had a last kiss.”

The whole team looks at you.

“What are you saying? That you’ve never-” you cut Tony off.

“Yup.” you nod. “I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“This is a problem.” Bucky spoke from beside you and you laugh.

You’ve had a crush on Bucky for a while now but due to the fear of rejection, you never did anything about it. As for Bucky, god you were the only person in the building worth talking to. He loved your voice and could listen to you talk all day. He annoyed the hell out of Steve by talking nonstop about you. Needless to say, Bucky was whipped and the pair of you weren’t even dating. 

“What do you mean it’s a problem?” you ask.

“I mean, there’s no way in hell a pretty girl like you hasn’t been kissed.” he responds.

You shrug. “I guess guys don’t find me kissable.”

“Bullshit, I do.” Bucky positions himself so he’s directly facing you.

“Wait, hold up, I zoned out a bit.” Steve says. “Did you finally admit your feelings for her? Did I miss it?”

“You like Y/N?!” Wanda exclaimed, smiling.

“Oh my god Steve, why.” Bucky groaned while the rest of the team bombarded him with questions.

You look over at him and grin. “You like me, Buck?”

“Yeah, I do. A lot more than I should, actually.” he responds.

“Would it help if I said I like you too? Because I do.” you say and Bucky locks eyes with you.

“Really?” you nod. “Oh thank god.”

You smile as he let out a sigh of relief. “If you want.. I mean… I wouldn’t mind if you were my first kiss.”

He bit back his excitement. “Really? I-I mean only if you’re okay with it because I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Plus this is your first kiss and first kisses are important. I just don’t want you to regret this in the future-”

You place your hand over his mouth and laugh. “Will you stop rambling and kiss me, Barnes?”

His words get caught in his throat so he nods and leans in, carefully pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. But it didn’t last long as he was harshly yanked away from you by Natasha who had just came back.

Before you - or anyone - could get a word in, she retracted her arm before her fist came in contact with Bucky’s face - specifically his nose. Bucky let out a loud ‘fuck!’ and held his nose as blood dripped.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Barnes?! That was her first kiss you asshole, how could you take advantage of her like tha-”

“Nat!” you exclaim, catching the attention of your red head friend. “It’s okay, I wanted to kiss him. I like him, he likes me. It’s all good.”

Natasha’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, Buck, I’m so sorry I thought someone dared you to kiss Y/N I-I’m.. uh.. congrats you two!”

She watches as you rub Bucky’s back, asking if he’s okay before the both of you stand up to go get him an icepack.

“What the hell, Natasha!” Steve shouts and she rolls her eyes.

“Calm down all I did was break his nose.”

little details in fantastic beasts that i gasped/screamed at/loved:

  • at his macusa hearing they say newt’s older brother was a war hero
  • which gives me a totally different perspective on newt’s childhood and life
  • he’s the carefree, daring, wild younger brother who can’t fit in, living under the shadow of his amazing brother like how must that have affected his development as a person
  • (btw newt was friends with leta because they were both outsiders which makes my heart hurt)
  • worrying means you suffer twice” A PLUS NEWT A PLUS
  • also newt just like casually handing jacob heavy duty protection and tossing him into the fray
  • grindelwald snarling at newt in the interrogation room, wondering how albus dumbledore could possibly find this young unassuming man so amazing, so likable, so defendable 
  • (also i’m like 150% sure newt scamander was rubeus hagrid’s personal hero)
  • the necklace graves gives credence is the deathly hallows symbol aka gellert grindelwald’s claimed sign
  • i saw that lil flash and s c r e a m e d 
  • also i find percival graves and porpentina goldstein’s relationship so interesting
  • like they must have worked together as aurors
  • percival looks the sorriest when the president orders tina out of headquarters
  • and he comes downstairs straightaway to see her after that incident in the dusty macusa basement
  • and tina looks so betrayed when he shackles her alongside newt and jacob
  • what must their relationship have been like? mentor and mentee? close friends? colleagues? just something that’s been on my mind
  • WHEN TALKING TO HIS BEASTS NEWT CALLS HIMSELF THEIR MOTHER
  • aka “mother’s here” like can he be any more precious ?????
  • “wilds of arizona”. just…like i never thought i would hear that phrase ever lol
  • newt being dragged away in chains, desperately begging macusa not to harm his creatures, that they’re not dangerous, that they’re not dangerous, please don’t hurt them
  • queenie calling jacob honey
  • teasing her sister for being the careerwoman and tina looking embarrassed but proud
  • queenie casually strolling through macusa with the intent of busting her friends and sister outta there
  • trying loads of unlocking spells until jacob (bless his muggle soul) just kicks the damn door down
  • tina seeing her mother in the pool 
  • thinking about her relationship with her mother and how much she must have missed her parents, especially since they died at such an early age
  • newt begging tina to trust him, that he’ll catch her, and her visible hesitation
  • she must have had such a difficult life but is still so capable of love and affection and trust #porpentinagoldsteinisabamf
  • also that spell the goldstein sisters do to change their clothes like i need that
  • also newt’s small concession to fashion when he changes his fun bowtie into something a tad more formal
  • newt casually asking jacob how people trust him so quickly
  • that passing remark that people generally find newt annoying, like it’s so matter-of-fact, made me :’(
  • the tears in newt’s eyes when he’s saying farewell to jacob
  • jacob’s unabashed delight at seeing all these magical creatures and hearkening back to his wild days on the expedition teams in wwi
  • also can we take a moment to realize that jacob is a veteran and he’s probably seen so much grief and heartbreak and death and he is still so upbeat and helpful and purely genuinely excited at seeing new amazing things
  • and all he wants to do is open a bakery and make people happy like :’)
  • but they made us cocoa!”
  • jacob and queenie bonding over their grandfathers’ birds and mutual love of cooking
  • that little spring in tina’s step after newt asks if he can come back in person
  • not to mention newt’s lil pause on the gangway and that brief moment when he stands, contemplating, and then hurries away
  • NEWT’S PUFF SCARF
  • jacob’s hand reflexively reaching for his murtlap bite as queenie smiles at him
  • that deja vu moment when newt bumps into jacob and leaves him the silver occamy shells
  • remembering and trying to help his friend fulfill his lifelong dream
  • every single second of newt’s erumpent mating dance
  • pickett blowing a raspberry after newt’s stern little talk about sulking
  • JUST EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT MOVIE IS SO PRECIOUS DAMMIT

if you have more fun lil tidbits you caught, please add!! i’d love to see what you guys saw too :) 

ROWAELIN FANFIC

Ah, it has been a while, and for that I am sorry, I am also sorry about how short this one is. This is a oneshot, but I do have more ideas up my sleve. Keep sending in requests and give feedback! 

She had been through enough, training was not necessary at the time, to hell with what Rowan said.

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Friday Night (Prologue)

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

PART I

Warnings: none yet

Word Count: 2,727

Summary: You decided to go to your friend’s party, and once everyone left they decided to play truth or dare..


The music was good, the drinks were strong, and you were having a blast. You were at your friend’s dorm for an ‘end of the school year’ party that had winded down, leaving you with your seven close friends. Your friends had left earlier after finding their next one night stand, leaving you with your closest friends. You kind of wished there was another female with you to distract them, but at the same time you enjoyed hanging out with them for the first time in months.

You were all seated around the coffee table, trying to decide on a game to play to get you even more drunk, (if that was even possible in Taehyung’s case), when Hoseok piped up.

“Hey! How about truth or dare?” you groaned, knowing how competitive the boys were from playing games with them many times, you would end up doing something ridiculous, “but there’s no limits.”

That snapped you out of your daydream, no limits? You looked around at the guys and didn’t see anyone object, so you agreed as well after making it clear that no one would be forced to do something that could cause injury. The game started out pretty tame, the guys only forcing out secrets they’ve been dying to hear. Who knew that it was Yoongi that was crying alone in the dorm one night while watching historical dramas.

“Hobi. Truth or dare?” you hear Yoongi ask, out for revenge.

“Truth.” you look over at Yoongi for the question and see him smirk.

“Tell them about the Disney movies.” You saw Hoseok’s  eyes widen and a pleading look cross his features. this has to be good  as everyone looked at Hoseok expectantly.

“I-… pass?” Hoseok looked around sheepishly.

“Fine, you can pass. But, you have to strip to your underwear.” Taehyung piped up, earning agreement from the other six.

“Okay, OKAY. IliketowatchdisneyprincessmoviesandImayormaynotcrywhentheyfinallykiss,” he mumbled, and you struggled to catch what Hoseok had said.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I don’t think we all heard you.” Yoongi chuckled, poking Hoseok to get him to repeat what he had mumbled.

“I- I like to watch Disney Princess movies and I may cry when they finally kiss. TRUE LOVE IS MAGICAL OKAY?” Hoseok huffed as he crossed his arms in annoyance. The rest of you erupted into fits of laughter, unable to stop due to Hoseok’s confession. Yoongi was also being questioned as to how he knew this and to divulge the full story to everyone.

You were still laughing over the latest revelation when you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Hoseok looking at you.

“Truth or Dare?” He asked you again, obviously trying to move past his embarrassing truth. You pity him a bit when Jungkook starts to sing A Whole New World, and Taehyung pretends to cry. You think about your answer, wondering what they could possibly ask you if you were to say ‘truth’. There can’t be much that they don’t already know.

“Truth.” You say, and Hoseok smiles. Shit.

“Who have you thought about while masturbating out of the seven of us?” he asked you. That got everyone off his case pretty quick. You felt seven pairs of eyes on you as they waited for you to answer. You lowered your head and thought of the best way to answer him. Should you tell the truth, or should you try to lie? Leave it to Hoseok to find a way to ask two questions in one. “Well, are you going to answer or strip?”

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c2-1728-works  asked:

Heeellooo sir, I live for your arts. (Nice intro, wasn't it?) I have this Saiouma headcanon; Saishuu-chan was actually a detective (and way better than he says 'bout himself)prior to V3, while Kichi lived in poor, dangerous neighborhood and was abused by his parents. And one day Shuuichi happened to solve case that saved Kichi from all those abuse-thus Ouma's crush began. ...What do you think? Can I dare to ask you to draw comic with this hc? Thank you very much!

Okay, so I won’t be doing long requests like this anymore. But since I didn’t respond immediately and haven’t said anything regarding request detail, I will do this one. (please consider commissions for a “detailed request”)

I ended up taking the entire day to do TTT I hope you like it

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Okay y'all i was gonna mind my DAMN business about the fandom stuff but I kept seeing too many of the same posts and now I got words to say.

Me @ the people who keep saying “stop whining” “you entitled shits” “enjoy the game BioWare worked on” or my fave “if you don’t like it don’t play it/leave the fandom” a very righteous and kind fuck off to you.

I am so sick of people undermining other’s very legitimate grievances and complaints just cuz they have BioWare blinders on and are “true” BioWare stans. Like no, you can be a fan of something still be critical of it, a good fan knows when something is bad and can be done better. 

Let me hit you with some views: 

The CC in andromeda, a joke. It is appalling and here’s why:

1. If this was BioWare’s first game i would understand, but it’s not. They told us time and time again that the CC would be out of this world and they have already shown us they have the ability to make good CCs (i.e inquisition and ME3 albeit some hiccups in both) The CC is an insulting step back, not only to the fans but to BioWare themselves because we all know they can do better.

2. As someone who prides themselves on character customization this is not just a “My Ryder doesn’t look like how i imagined them 5 months ago” or a “The hair isn’t what i want for my special baby Ryder uwu” Like we all know not to expect too much from BioWare and we know that our exact image will never be in the game but This is a “I want my Ryder to look like a living person and not someone who has taken 93 cocaine shots into the ass and is going into turbo speed” issue. 

3. Why take away the details BioWare??? Why???? For what reason??? The fun part of the CC was fine tuning your character to make them just right and all your own like yeah I’m one of those people who would spend 10hrs in the CC if left alone but tbh the end result was what made it worth. Now, TBh I’m gonan take this as a challenge because I dare BioWare to force me to make an ugly Ryder but this is just too much. I can’t imagine how anyone in their company thought taking all the detailing away was a good idea.

Summary of the CC is who in BioWare thought that any of that was a good idea?

I have more grievances with what we’ve been shown but that would turn this post into more a novel than it already is and the CC was the big issue i have seen people getting shit on for having an issue with and like I’m not saying I’m not a fan of BioWare, i’m just not a fan of how they continue to keep taking a few steps forwards then take 20 back flips with 4 somersaults back.

Types in a Nutshell

INFP-Outcast
Loner, shy, timid, hypersensitive, soft-spoken, gentle, reclusive, quiet, reserved, curious, idealistic, daydreamer, innocent, childlike, unconventional, lazy, disorganized
INFJ-Confidant
Mystical, quiet, reserved, insightful, deep, compassionate, hypersensitive, complex, spiritual, perfectionist
INTP-Intellect
Silent, thoughtful, analytical, knowledgeable, abstract, awkward, minimalist, rational
INTJ-Strategist
Silent, reserved, determined, intellectual, rational, calculating, stoic, mysterious
ISFP-Composer
Artsy, individualist, independent, cool, expressive, sensitive, quiet, talented, offbeat, observant, procrastinator, disorganized
ISFJ-Loyalist
Loyal, quiet, responsible, trustworthy, respectful, modest, humble, patient, compassionate
ISTP-
Silent, independent, antisocial, mechanical, observant, cool, tough, badass, procrastinator
ISTJ-Traditionalist
Quiet, detailed, serious, realistic, sane, stable, responsible, hardworking, reliable, trustworthy, sensible, practical
ENFP-
Energetic, creative, eccentric, zany, wacky, crazy, curious, enthusiastic, optimistic, bubbly, perceptive, theatrical, cheerful, sensitive, unconventional, lazy
ENFJ-
Outgoing, charismatic, friendly, open, sensitive, charming, approachable, altruistic, sociable, gregarious
ENTP-Joker
clever, witty, inventive, innovative, ingenious, argumentative, funny, humorous, troublesome
ENTJ-
Confident, assertive, determined, visionary, outspoken
ESFP-
Loud, noisy, lively, bold, vivacious, flamboyant, outgoing, spontaneous, boisterous, fun, trendy, dramatic, air-headed, materialistic, superficial, impulsive, adaptable, flexible
ESFJ-
Motherly, warm, friendly, easygoing, generous, kindhearted, sociable, gregarious, trendy, polite, superficial, conventional
ESTP-
Reckless, impulsive, loud, brash, adventurous, daring, daredevil, impulsive, straightforward, competitive, sporty, outdoorsy, athletic, outspoken
ESTJ-
workaholic, organized, structured, practical, blunt

Friday Night (M) - Prologue

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

PART I

Warnings: none yet

Word Count: 2, 727

Summary: You decided to go to your friend’s party, and once everyone left they decided to play truth or dare..


The music was good, the drinks were strong, and you were having a blast. You were at your friend’s dorm for an ‘end of the school year’ party that had winded down, leaving you with your seven close friends. Your friends had left earlier after finding their next one night stand, leaving you with your closest friends. You kind of wished there was another female with you to distract them, but at the same time you enjoyed hanging out with them for the first time in months.

You were all seated around the coffee table, trying to decide on a game to play to get you even more drunk, (if that was even possible in Taehyung’s case), when Hoseok piped up.

“Hey! How about truth or dare?” you groaned, knowing how competitive the boys were from playing games with them many times, you would end up doing something ridiculous, “but there’s no limits.”

That snapped you out of your daydream, no limits? You looked around at the guys and didn’t see anyone object, so you agreed as well after making it clear that no one would be forced to do something that could cause injury. The game started out pretty tame, the guys only forcing out secrets they’ve been dying to hear. Who knew that it was Yoongi that was crying alone in the dorm one night while watching historical dramas.

“Hobi. Truth or dare?” you hear Yoongi ask, out for revenge.

“Truth.” you look over at Yoongi for the question and see him smirk.

“Tell them about the Disney movies.” You saw Hoseok’s  eyes widen and a pleading look cross his features. *this has to be good*  as everyone looked at Hoseok expectantly.

“I-… pass?” Hoseok looked around sheepishly.

“Fine, you can pass. But, you have to strip to your underwear.” Taehyung piped up, earning agreement from the other six.

“Okay, OKAY. IliketowatchdisneyprincessmoviesandImayormaynotcrywhentheyfinallykiss,” he mumbled, and you struggled to catch what Hoseok had said.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I don’t think we all heard you.” Yoongi chuckled, poking Hoseok to get him to repeat what he had mumbled.

“I- I like to watch Disney Princess movies and I may cry when they finally kiss. TRUE LOVE IS MAGICAL OKAY?” Hoseok huffed as he crossed his arms in annoyance. The rest of you erupted into fits of laughter, unable to stop due to Hoseok’s confession. Yoongi was also being questioned as to how he knew this and to divulge the full story to everyone.

You were still laughing over the latest revelation when you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Hoseok looking at you.

“Truth or Dare?” He asked you again, obviously trying to move past his embarrassing truth. You pity him a bit when Jungkook starts to sing A Whole New World, and Taehyung pretends to cry. You think about your answer, wondering what they could possibly ask you if you were to say ‘truth’. There can’t be much that they don’t already know.

“Truth.” You say, and Hoseok smiles. Shit.

“Who have you thought about while masturbating out of the seven of us?” he asked you. That got everyone off his case pretty quick. You felt seven pairs of eyes on you as they waited for you to answer. You lowered your head and thought of the best way to answer him. Should you tell the truth, or should you try to lie? Leave it to Hoseok to find a way to ask two questions in one. “Well, are you going to answer or strip?”

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IN TODAY’S BOLD NEW MEDIA CLIMATE

What do you think the odds are that we might see any actual LGBTQ plot or character content in RTTE? Craig Ferguson improv-ed his “one other reason” line into HTTYD 2 and they kept it, which gives me life, and we had the whole Snotlout-Thor Bonecrusher bit which was truly a beautiful piece of television.

Given that we live in a world where the whole Korra thing went down (aaayy!) but cereal companies still get regularly eviscerated for daring to show interracial and gay couples, I honestly can’t tell what the odds are that they’ll throw anything in, even as a background detail. This IS a hella progressive show IMO, but they tend to be subtle as hell about it, so: ???

the thing i’ve always loved most about matt and mello is that they’re so damn human. their intellect gives them some degree of distance but unlike L or Near they’re really existing in the world even while not quite being part of it.

just like…….. imagine mello pushing matt around in a shopping cart while they’re still at the orphanage. and mello pushes too hard so the cart tips over and they run away laughing out profanity while a store worker yells at them.

imagine, one bored night mello finds a safety pin and tries to convince matt to let him pierce his ear with it. 

imagine matt and mello playing truth or dare and it always goes horribly wrong because mello’s better at dares and matt will honestly answer any question, but mello only gives matt dares and matt only gives mello truth.

imagine them having code words for things that all the other kids at the house try to figure out, but secretly the whole system is so stupid and random that no one will ever solve the puzzle.

my favorite thing about them is that they’re so much more than a mafioso, a hacker, a martyr, a gamer, two orphans. they’re so real and even without knowing the specific details of their lives, we can feel their fullness.

Christine Lagarde once said: ‘I honestly believe that women are better equipped than men to deal with all sorts of situations and better able to adjust which is a sign of intelligence.’ 

To that, some voices shouted ‘If ANY men said that they’d be crucified by all the feminist groups.’ 

And I think, are they that daft? that ignorant to dare saying such a thing?


Let me remind you of some details, so you can have the full context: 

Imagine having to live in a society which creates internalized sexism in women. Hence slowing down the progress of equality tremendously. Imagine having to face the harsh and nonsensical treatment that women are constantly a subject of. Imagine being a woman of color. Imagine having history showing you near zero women historical figures because they have been erased by people in power: men. And if there’s any, they very likely got what they wanted, thanks to their appearances. Imagine living in a world that will constantly sexualize you and correlate your looks to your worth, no matter what you achieve. Imagine having to work twice as hard to even begin to be seriously considered worthy of respect from your peers, let alone be paid the same. Imagine that any behavior or personality trait is an excuse to dismiss, criticize or even justify women’s ‘nature’ - which is yet another creation of men.

> “women are better equipped than men” =  History is a great coach. When you have it hard and the world you live in views you as essentially inferior, you very quickly develop shrewdness and stamina because it is not near enough to present what men get away with. As she (Madame Lagarde) said, good is not enough. Meaning that, we have to aim higher than the rest to be treated as equal.

I am glad that some men are smart and wise enough to know that equality would benefit us all and are actively working alongside us. But those 90% others, who act selfishly, treat us with sheer disrespect by saying yet another twisted sexist version of Mrs. Lagarde’s claim can be ‘crucified by all the feminist groups’. 

Her version has truth in it. Yours do not have a trace of it. Period. 

listen, i understand why people get curious about the details of other peoples trauma. sometimes it’s interesting, unusual, or maybe you worry it happened to you. theres a lot to be curious about. i get it. like i really do.

but, if you want a horror story, there’s fiction for that. our lives are not your entertainment. don’t ask for details just so you can get off on our suffering. people with trauma disorders are not play things. we are not here to tell you scary tales about bad people. we arent here to provide you a good story.

people who fetishize the suffering we’ve endured disgust me. dont read our stories for a scare or for entertainment. parts of us died during the events we so generously tell others about online. how dare you take that as entertainment.

i share my story to help others, not to entertain the fools who get off on my suffering. i tell my story for the good of others and the good of others only.

Cinema Cisco

Chapter Four

Get ready, this is a big one. A real dream come true. Everyone said it was a bad idea. Caitlin, Barry, all of them. Oh well. You ready?

Cinema Cisco. BOOM. It finally happened. The first moderately successful movie night in the Pipeline. And it was the Weather Wizard’s first night too! Damn, I’m good. So, I’ve tried to rig up monitors in the cells like a million times but The Mist kept trying to kill me and Prism kept trying to whammy me. I mean, cut a guy some slack. I’m trying to give ya some entertainment, people. This time, though, I recruited a really cool, teleporting lady. Maybe you know her? Peek-a-boo (Shawna!) - I promised she could have peanut M&Ms in her popcorn if she would be my lookout while I set the scarier ones screens up. Btw, ew. M&Ms? I’m all about that sour patch and popcorn mix.

The screens were up, the metas all in their respective cells, it was almost perfect until Mr. Handsome Weather Wizard started boohooing my movie choice. Who doesn’t dig The Goonies? Chunk, Data, Mama Fratelli, Sloth!!! Murderous meta-humans. WW riled em up, screaming for a vote. I think he’s just bummed Barry caught him in what, like, three minutes? Not impressed.

But I still asked what Shawna would vote for. “Not the Goonies,” she said. My heart is broken. She went on that the movie doesn’t stand the test of time. I almost snagged back her popcorn. I’m out of love and… I’m back in. Yeah, I’m easy. All she had to do was offer me a seat and a bite of her popcorn concoction. Honestly, it wasn’t that bad.

I paused the movie with a plan. I didn’t want the movie night to be another disaster and the Weather Wizard wouldn’t shut his pie hole so I’d let them think they were choosing the film. All I had to do was stack the odds in The Goonies favor. They could choose between Goonies, Mean Girls, the Godfather part III, and Pearl Harbor. Easy, right? Nope. They chose Mean Girls. Literally, every single one of them. Prism drew an explanation point as well as a very detailed rendering of me holding a piece of the tiara from the ending. I left him for like two seconds, tops! Oh, and I’m definitely hanging this in my living room. I look powerful.

I popped the movie in, prepared for more mayhem and hijinks from the metas, but instead a magical thing happened – everyone was silent, engaged, and dare I say happy. The best part was after Mean Girls, when I did my usual rounds, no one tried to murder me. Now I just gotta figure out the next movie choice. Was Tina Fey the key to their viewing pleasure or was it Lindsay Lohan? Should I try to stream that Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt show or whack them with a double dose of Lohan in the Parent Trap? Either way, Cinema Cisco will return.

Till next time, remember - 

Captured. Chapter 3

Chapter One 

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: 

I awoke with a start, my lungs aching for air. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. As if I was being suffocated for a moment before being brought back to life again, air filling my lungs the moment my body dares to awaken from the unplanned sleep I’d had. Even after all this time disapparating still had this horrible effect on me. Going from one place to another in such a short amount of time always made my mind race, and my heart beat rapid.

The dramatic fluttering of my eyes opening and my brain running a million miles an hour made me flustered, my chest raising and falling at a quick rate. At first I don’t know where I am and I almost forget how I even got to this point in the first place, but it takes mere seconds for the memories to come flooding back in one sudden swoop.

My eyes are trained onto the ceiling when I let my mind untangle and uncoil all the moments that led up to where I am now. As I begin to catch up with myself I’m met by a whole new fear. Where was I? I move along whatever it is I’m lying on and I realize it’s a bed. My fingers stir along the sheets, my fingertips finding the expensive sensation of silk. The air around me is warm, fire crackling peacefully in the background. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out where it is that I’ve ended up. I knew this place like the back of my hand… I was in a bedroom, but not just anyone’s. I was in Mr. Graves’ bedroom.

Looking around I take in the luxurious state of his home, noting the high arches of the room and all the details. Percival Graves was a part of a famous family in America. In fact, the Graves were well known all around the world. No one would dare mess with them and every single one of them had a title that they lived up to effortlessly. This wealth and importance of name was something that Percival tried his hardest to exude and it had always been overly apparent in his own home where he spared no expense. I think about expensiveness when I stir beneath the silk black sheets of his bed, my hands finally deciding that it’s time to get up instead of lounging around.

Goosebumps plagued my body as I sat up in the bed, my eyes trained on the very person who’d brought me here. He’s standing directly across from the bed, his back to me as he looks out the open window which leads to a back deck. He lived in a house just outside New York, but even from here one could still make out the city lights illuminating back through the tall buildings.

The room is illuminated by his bedroom fireplace, lighting which makes his now dressed down form seem more sinister… more powerful. I look away from him when I feel a flicker of desire move through me. The sight before me was one that I’d had the pleasure to have on more than one occasion and it was intense. So when I do managed to pull my gaze from his perfect form I find that something else catches my eye. In the corner of the room my eyes catch magical objects ironing out his clothing, each household item doing the work for him. I smile slightly at the magic being performed in front of me before the sound of his tired voice cuts through the innocents of basic magic.

“Look who’s finally awake…”

He practically purrs as he lifts his head up, his slicked back hair catching the moonlight. His silhouette turns to face me slowly, his eyes catching mine the moment he’s facing me. His lips make a smirk instantly as he looks at me and appreciates how I look in his bed.

“… I’ve got to say Ms. Evermore, it’s been far too long since you’ve been in that bed. It’s a sight that I’ve gone too long without.”

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We will be okay

Titel: We will be okay
Rating: Teen
Word count: 4.3k
Summary: Dan and Phil just returned from their tour and want to realx when suddenly 2012!Dan shows up, which leads to some interesting conversations

Dan was feeling sleepy. They had only returned from their tour five hours ago and he was heavily jet lagged.
Phil was in their kitchen, fixing them some hot chocolate, while Dan was comfortably rolled together under a blanket on their couch. His head rested against the backrest and a pillow, his eyes almost closed and a yawn escaped his mouth.

His peaceful, relaxing moment though was suddenly interrupted by a loud thud, followed by a high pitched, but weirdly familiar, “What the fuck?”

Dan’s eyes flew open and to his surprise he was staring at himself. Well not quite himself. His hair was different, his body still lanky, and Dan couldn’t recall the last time he had worn that shirt.

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wholling73  asked:

What's your favourite way to describe eye colour? I'm getting bored of brown, blue, and green.

more-legit here

I think the key is to think of it less in terms of eye colour and more in terms of relationships.

Legit wrote a tip about “unusual” eye colours a while back that I think is relevant here. In this case, eye colour is indicative of a character’s relationship to others. It’s less important to know that Harry Potter’s eyes are vivid green than it is to know he has his mother’s eyes. Less important to know Edward Cullen’s eyes are “topaz” than knowing it means he has made a choice to not hurt humans, and that this choice they all made is what makes him and the other Cullens a family.

The second thing is: noticing somebody’s eye colour is indicative of a certain level of intimacy. Try and think of acquaintances’ eye colours. Unless there is something particularly noticeable about their eyes (I can still remember an old classmate’s eyes, though I barely ever spoke to him because his eyes were a very striking light blue with deep golden flecks in it.), chances are you can’t. However you might know the eye colour of people you have a strong relationship to: your parents, your children, your significant other, your best friend.

So think about eye colour description as an act of intimacy (not necessarily romantic intimacy, mind you). Maybe your character is a mother examining her baby’s eyes for a resemblance with her own or her partner’s. Maybe your character is stealing glances at their new lover’s, finding their eyes beautiful, but not yet daring to stare into them. Maybe they are two friends sharing a moment of deep connection as they share intimate details of their lives,

Simple adjectives of blue, green, brown, black, won’t seem so dull when they come up in these contexts rather than in a generic description of “ a young girl entered the room. She had brown hair and blue eyes.” Instead hold off that description a while. The girl enters. The POV character will notice she’s young and has brown hair. Later, the POV character might get to know her better. And maybe they’ll get close enough that they will notice her eye colour.

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“Arlight so uh- I’ll uh see you soon, I hope. I mean, if you’d like and- yeah, call me sometime we could go out if you want and… yeah” Dean trailed off, breathing out shakily, with a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

You let out a small giggle “Sure, yes I will” you said with a bright smile that only made his widen.

“Great!” he was unable to hide his excitment “I mean cool, yeah.” he tried to act less interested, though the smile on his face proved otherwise. He glanced behind him for a second, the tall guy he was previously with waiting for him a few feet away “So uhm I have to go but- it was great meeting you (Y/n). Really!” he gave you an awkwrd smile, hesitating but in the end leaning in to kiss your cheek.

Your smile widened and it seemed to make his even bigger “See ya then!” he grinned a little awkwardly, and you waved your hand at him as he walked away.

“See… ya?” you couldn’t help a small frown at the weird word.

’So uh- I’ll uh see you soon, I hope. I mean, if you’d like and- yeah, call me sometime we could go out if you want and… yeah’? Really?” Sam asked Dean with a snicker “Really smooth Dean, really smooth.”

“Shut up” Dean groaned at his brother, hitting his shoulder; glancing for just a moment behind him to look at you watching them leave with that cute smile that (as much hard as it was for him to believe) made his heart jump inside his chest.

“I can’t believe how she even accepted your number” Sam shook his head.

“She’s just… unique Sam. She’s unique.” Dean murmured, his head still turned to look at you as they walked away.

“Yeah, well, not running away when you started stuttering like love-struck teenager I guess proves to that” Sam said with a laugh and Dean only turned his head to glare at him.

“Shut up bitch” Dean growled at him, feeling a little embarassed in reality.

It was nothing like him to act like that around a girl, that was for sure. But you were definitely not like any other girl he had met before and the way you made him feel proved to that.

“Whatever jerk” Sam rolled his eyes at him, though a small smile tugging at his lips.

He was actually happy to see his brother act like this. Although it rarely- to actually never had it happened, Sam was happy to see this, because it could mean only one thing about you and Dean. And that was certainly something good.

“Aww did sweet little (Y/n) find a boyfriend?” a voice suddenly said right next to you and you found your smile immediately falling.

“Nora” you sighed your ‘sister’s’ name, glancing to see her on your right.

“Isn’t he a little bit old?” another voice was heard on your left and you immediately realized who it was.

“Mary Louise” you sighed again.

Yeah, being the youngest in a ‘family’ of heretics wasn’t the most ideal thing in the world.

“Yeah he looked like it, but he did have pretty eyes” Nora noted with a smile that scared you.

“True, and his voice. Ooh is that a feast for he ears” she laughed, making unpleasant shivers run down your spine; you were scared to hear what’s she’d say next “I would love to know how it would be when he screamed as I ripped out his heart” she added and Nora laughed along with her.

“No. No you won’t” you looked up at her with a hard glare “You are not going to touch him, you hear me. He is no toy and certainly no food

She huffed, rolling her “You ruin all the fun. But I guess he has the right to live since he was allowed to town for the investigations”

You couldn’t help the frown as she said the last word. He had told you that he was in FBI, himself, but it worried you. Not because you had done something, you were nothing like your family, but because of what would happen if he got into more details. What your family would do to him.

“Something I am not going to thinnk of if he dares hurt you, though” she was quick to add and you visibly rolled your eyes at her.

“As if you care”

“Of course we do!” Nora spoke up now, putting her hands on your shoulders “You are our little sister, we care about you and if someone decides to hurt you we will make sure he pays for it” the underlying tone in her voice made you shiver unplesantly. You remember what had happened all those centuries ago when somebody had hurt. It certainly was not a fond sight.

“Yeah, but I know he won’t so stop. And stay away from him” you looked at them with a hard look.

“Now let me go. I need to go get something called a… cell phone? Yeah” you brushed her hands off, walking away from them as you looked down at the small paper in your hands.

Nora and Mary Louise exchanging a look, a smirk on both their faces.

Art Museum (TOP Scenario) - Part 4

Part four is here!! ^^

I really love working on this series, so I hope that you will all like it. Enjoy! ^^

Summary: Meeting him in an art museum was all it took for you to fall for him. What could a future with him in it possibly hold?

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James Ayers, 32, and Nicole Okrzesik, 23, are accused of murdering 19-year-old Juliana Mensch on March 24th, 2012. The couple, who were friends of Mensch, killed her after getting high with her so that they could rob her for drug money. They went on vacation in Miami, Florida the same day as the murder. Excited to be on vacation after brutally strangling their friend, Nicole posted a Facebook status that said, “Ummmmm where are all my lovers at!? I’m in miaammiiiii bitchhhhh   

The police were called when the landlord smelled something dead. 

James and Nicole exchanged several text messages the day after the murder. 

Ayers: if you don’t show up I’m telling your dad and the police everything
Okrzesik: I’m waiting for money
Ayers: I’m not going down by myself If you won’t help me, you’re going with me
Okrzesik: I haven’t been on Facebook I had to find wifi I’m not ignoring you Hellooooooo?!
Okrzesik: What did Danielle say?
Ayers: She said Jules missing
Okrzesik: What did you say?
Ayers: It was 3 am, I didn’t respond  We have to figure this out, I’m not going to but if the smell gets worse were fucked
Okrzesik: Can’t we just go dump it somewhere then take off
Ayers: Please just get here already, I need you, were in this together 
Ayers: We have a dead body in the house and you want to play?
Okrzesik: I’m not playing
(45 minutes later, 9:30 p.m.)
Ayers: What are we doing about the body, thanks for talking me into that by the way, don’t you dare ignore me
Okrzesik: I’m not ignoring you
(More than two hours later, just after midnight on March 26:)
Ayers: Call me right now or I’m calling the police, I’ve given you plenty of time, you know I’m serious, please don’t call my bluff
Okrzesik: why the fuck would you ruin our lives over little shit 

The next day, James was arrested after police say he told several people the details of the crime and said he was going to kill himself. 

They were both charged with one count of first-degree murder

When the election actually benefits you in a small way

This election has really prompted people to show their true colors. Someone I considered a friend (albeit a very toxic one) for 7 years berated me with nasty text messages this morning. The reason? I had quietly unfriended her mother (whom she had recently reconnected with after being estranged for 10 years because her mother was neglectful of her and she had been removed from her mother’s home as a child). This was also a few weeks after she had blocked my grandmother on Facebook and called her a “bitch”.
This series of shoddily written text messages included name calling (slut, bitch, etc) as well as outlandish and inaccurate claims.

When it boils down to it this is what she meant; How dare I not set aside 10+ hours per week to drive over an hour and sit in her shitty apartment with her baby and her.
How dare I not text and call her every day and not know every detail about her life.
How dare I be comfortable where I live.
How dare I have a better job than her and a higher degree.
How dare I have a relationship that isn’t strained by constant screaming matches.
How dare I have ambitions and follow them. How dare I have other friends.
How dare I have close familial ties when half of her family refuses to talk to her and only one person in her family even wanted to attend her wedding.

The point is, because she felt a touch slighted because I didn’t want to be friends with her (admittedly) shallow and selfish mother, she felt the need to lash out.

The difference between me and her? I never called her a name. I never bashed her life or how she lives it. I never brought up the fact that she never finished school. I never brought up that she was fired for abusing residents in the retirement home that she worked at. I never brought up the many times she snuck alcohol into my car when I was underage and would have had my license taken away if we had been pulled over. I never brought up the countless things she has said and done to belittle me, my friends/family/SOs, my beliefs, and my career over the years.

My point is, don’t excuse peoples’ actions in the previous or following couple of days. People are not changing their personalities because of the election, they’re just showing who they really are. This election is just the catalyst.