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Voice Actors Needed!

I’m going to cut right to the chase here: I need voice actors.

The Collection is a podcast in which 7 people are sent to find an object that’s giving unlimited power to everyone, especially those who least need more.

A few notes: Scripts for The Collectors are not finished yet, but on their way there. I also want some input from actors on certain things, which is why auditions are being held now. Also, if you audition, you will be held in mind for minor characters in the show, if you’re interested. So, Don’t worry if you really wanted to be a part of the show, because you still can be!

Read below the line for more information!

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Since the Oscars are on Sunday and one of the internet’s boyfriends Ryan Gosling is nominated (but won’t win), I thought I’d update this post here on the lowkey cuteness of Baby Goose’s relationship with his lady of over five six years, Eva Mendes.

As I said before, this is mostly because folks like to pretend, 5+ years and two kids later, that his relationship with Miss Eva is just a fling, or he’s been “trapped” and some go as far as to hope, yes, HOPE, that he will cheat on his gal with Emma Stone or Rachel McAdams or whomever. So since I don’t see this level of disrespect stopping Sunday night or ever, I thought I’d give some love to Ryan’s actual lady love, whether she shows up with him at the Oscars or not (PLEASE SHOW UP, EVA). They are actual low key couple goals.

1. Ryan basically insisted on Eva for the role of his ex in The Place Beyond the Pines, saying Eva, at the time a casual acquaintance/friend of several years and mutual friend of his former co-star Kirsten Dunst, was underrated as an actress. Soon, he took her to Disney and it was on. They both would later say it was one of the best experiences they had on a film.

2. …he clearly was playing the long game on that set, LOOK AT HIS FACE 

Look at him, even when she wasn’t looking, boy was smitten 

3. He took his shot with an admirable quickness

Real quick. And the rest was history.

4. HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AND THE SMILING

5. No, really, she’s little. Standing on a big step in heels and yet still small

THEY’RE CUTE, OKAY. YOU LOVE THIS KIND OF SHIT, TUMBLR.

6. AND THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER WHEN SHE’S NOT LOOKING

7. Here’s Ellen getting Eva all blushing and giggling talking about Ryan

Eva’s also hella adorable and hilarious on her own, but I digress.

8. Ryan’s SNL shout out 

9. People trying to act like he’s not in a relationship? Ryan had an app for that

“I know that I’m with the person I’m supposed to be with,” he says, adding that the only quality he looks for in a woman is “that she’s Eva Mendes. There’s nothing else I’m looking for.”

10.  Both dog lovers, Ryan wears Eva’s late dog’s tag on his neck at an event

She also reps his dog on her instagram 

11. They share the same sense of humor, and are both huge fans of Atlanta and Broad City (Eva follows the BC girls on insta, and Ryan would quote BC on twitter. Constantly).

12. Ryan on Eva and their kids:

“…it’s like a dream that I’m having right now. I’m dreaming it all. So I feel so lucky…There was nothing kind of premeditated about it, you know. It just suddenly was: My life had changed. And thank God it did.”

And this, as he continues to say a lot with so little

“It sounds so clichéd, but I never knew that life could be this fun and this great.”

Aaaaand

When I ask him if he gets lonely, he says: “Not any more.”

Why not? “Because I have a family.” That takes it away? “Mmm-hmm.” But you’ve felt loneliness before? “In my life? Yeah.” When? Why? “I think, before I had a family.”

Ryan also appears to be close with Eva’s sister Janet.

13. Eva wears his clothes.

14. He gave her an emerald ring after the birth of their daughter Esmeralda. The Spanish word for emerald is…Esmeralda.

Eva has also spoken of how they play a lot of Latin music in their home and their insistence on keeping Eva’s culture in their daughters’ lives.

15. Ryan has engaged in a turf war with his daughter against other kids over Eva and Esmeralda’s “honor:”

“Some kid has been erasing [Esmeralda’s] name and writing their name over it. So now I’m in a proper tagging battle. And this kid has access to an unfair amount of chalk. I’m trying to explain to my little girl that this is [unacceptable]. She doesn’t care. She’s like, ‘Well let’s just chalk anywhere else,’ and I’m like, ‘No, no. They’re disrespecting your mother. Because, she gave you this name and they’re erasing it.’ You’ve got to be careful when you’re trying to teach your kid what a reasonable amount of vengeance is.” 

He appears to be very protective of Eva in general, even defending her over a bad joke she made about sweatpants.

16. Ryan constantly gives Eva her due, even when she doesn’t like it:

[’On the making of his directorial debut Lost River] “She hates credit and she’ll even be mad that I’m giving her that credit. But she was very helpful in so many ways.”

And he shared how she was responsible for one of the best lines out of La La Land:

“’LA worships everything and values nothing.’ That was something my lady said to me one day and I thought it was so funny I asked her if I could put it in the movie. She was kidding, but it’s a funny thing to say… I loved when she said it, because it’s funny enough to have some truth to it, you know? But it’s obviously a joke, so it just seemed appropriate for the movie.”

17. This adorable pic, taken at Ryan’s childhood home in Canada:

18. Possible ring situation happening here? How private they are compared to other celebrities, we’ll never know!

19. He really loves his family:

Are you rich, I ask him, halfway through our interview.

“What do you mean?” Gosling asks.

I’m not sure the question needs elaboration, but OK: do you consider yourself rich? Do you feel rich?

He pauses. “I mean, I live with angels,” he says eventually. “So. You know.”

What do you mean, you “live with angels”?

“My daughters” (Gosling has two children, a two-year-old and a nine-month-old) “My girl.” (The actress Eva Mendes, Gosling’s partner, the mother of his children.) “I don’t need anything else.”

20. And, of course, Ryan’s Golden Globes speech, where he acknowledges Eva’s silent, hard work behind the scenes, and honors her late brother:

So that’s it for this long-ass, long-winded post! That’s the last time I’m doing something like this!

Good luck at the Oscars, Ryan, you won’t win but hopefully you’ll have a good night! And hopefully with Eva! Never break up, ya crazy kids!

Hamilsquad x fem!reader

Okay everyone I actually wrote something with @hardrock-lafayette (THANK YOU FOR EDITING)
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Tags: @intoleranttoast @elizabethschxyler @psychedemigod @casual-hamiltrash
@its-the-hamfam (I’m part of that beautiful group)
__________
“Move out of the way!”

Another day, another person pushing me, and another day of my flower crown falling off.

"Leave her alone!” Someone, who I saw to be Lafayette, said. Wait, when the heck did Lafayette get here?
“Laf it’s okay.” I said, grabbing his arm.
“But he hurt you.” Lafayette pouted, shooting the puppy dog eyes at me. Oh gosh, not the puppy dog eyes.
“I’m okay sweetheart.” I smiled at him. Sometimes Lafayette just needs to be told that I’m okay, but he treats me so well.
“Here you go bébé.” He smiled, handing me my flower crown.
“Thank you, babe.” I say with a shy smile. His smile is soft, and I’m so thankful for people like him. He’s caring, nice, and not too loud at the all of the right times.
“I’ll see you at home mon amour.” He said, and he’s gone as soon as he was here.
I put my flower crown back on my head, dashing away holding my book on Daveed Diggs close to my chest in a hurry to get to debate. This debate will hopefully open people’s eyes to everything that is happening around them.

_____

“You have no power around here, Jefferson, once you learn the right way to treat people we’ll treat you with kindness, but as of right now you deserve no respect from women if you believe they shouldn’t get an education.” I wanted to win this, I needed to win this! Jefferson is just a jerk who gets his way because he’s rich!

“And why should you get respect?” He smirks. I’m gonna strangle him, I swear.

“Why do you think I don’t deserve respect? I am trying to defend the people who have been put through terrible things through history!” I said, trying not to yell. I’m actually gonna strangle him if he brings up my boys.


“It is wrong to have more than one partner, you should not get respect nor should those four men you are dating!” He snarled, and my blood began to boil. If that bitch is gonna talk shit he’s gonna get hit.

“My personal life shouldn’t have to intervene with this debate Jefferson! This is about women’s education not whether you think I deserve respect or not based on my relationship! So please get back on the topic at hand.” I shouted, my anger surging through me. I’m actually gonna kill him if he doesn’t shut his mouth.

“That’s enough for today you two, tomorrow Hamilton and Jefferson will be debating. Now, class is over.”


“THANK YOU, MR. WASHINGTON.” I mentally screamed, relief flooding through me.

“Y/N YOU DID BEAUTIFULLY!” Alexander Hamilton, one of my four lovers, said cheerfully. He’s always been right by my side since I moved up here to New York five years ago. He’s always been the..loudest out of all my boys. He never shuts up about anything, and honestly, sometimes we have to force him to sleep.


“Alex, baby, please can you shut up? Jefferson’s annoying voice gave me a headache and all I want to do is go home and cuddle up with the three of you ‘till Hercules gets home from work.” I groaned, holding my head. My head, my feet, my everything hurts, and it’s not helpful that I was sick last week.

“As long as Lafayette doesn’t push me off the bed again, we’ll be fine.” Alex chuckled. I giggle and kiss him.


“I love you.” I smiled.

“Oh, I know.” He said with a goofy grin. He’s a dork and I love him, and that’s just how it goes.

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“I’M HOME!” I sighed happily. The sooner I got to lay down in my bed, the better.

“We’re in the bedroom sweetheart.” One of the boys said. I had one more class before I came home today and Alex got home about one in the afternoon every day. Lafayette didn’t have class today because his teacher is out at a meeting. John’s an art student, an amazing art student at that. Herc, that’s another story altogether, I met him when he was still in college then he dropped out to start up his business. He refuses to let me buy clothes from other places when I need a dress though.

“I’ll be in there soon, I’m gonna get some food.” I said, my stomach rumbling. Let me give you some advice. Don’t not eat all day.

“Petite lion, did you not eat today?” Lafayette asked worriedly. Lafayette always knows when I don’t eat. He knows when none of us eat, but he just wants his lovers to stay healthy.
“I’ll be fine after I eat baby.” I smile. He kisses my head before mumbling something in French, that beautiful language of his.
“Je t'aime.” I smile, leaning against him because he radiates heat.
“Mmmm, your warm” I say happily, hugging him tightly. He and Hercules are human heaters so in the winter we stay warm when we’re sleeping.
“Mon amour you’re…how you say…falling asleep. Let’s get you to bed.” He said, picking me up bridal style. He’s right I’m half asleep, but I’m still hungry.
“But food.” I mumble tiredly.
“No Y/N you’re tired and Hercules will be home soon. He’ll make dinner okay? Just wait and hour or so.” Lafayette said. He’s so warm…

“Jack?” I heard someone say. John’s hugs are just as warm as Laf’s hugs.

“Yes Y/N?” He said. These boys are my life, they’re everything I need right now.


“I love you so much, thank you.”

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Laying in bed, snuggled up with the four men I’ve given my heart to, telling stories about when I first met them. That’s what I enjoy the most. Laf’s story is my favorite of all of them though. We met at a coffee shop he spilt his coffee on me and just walked out of the coffee shop, he didn’t say sorry or anything. It was so stupid and great at the same time, but the next day, he came to class with a new shirt for me.
I already knew Alex from debate class, and he was Laf’s translator because he was still struggling with English. He still does,but it’s getting better. He told Alex to tell me that he was “very sorry, that was super embarrassing and you’re really beautiful.” They all treat me with kindness​ since they all realized that they were in love with me. Who I was, who I am, and who I will be, and I know that  they will be there for me. My four boys are everything to me.


“I love you.” I mumbled before I fell asleep, resting happily in the arms of my four lovers.

Daddy Osterfield pt.1

Purely because I had an idea and I felt like writing because everyone’s been so nice to my first imagine. So enjoy this first part in a story I am so excited to write.

Warnings: none unless you don’t like one night stands or families disowning members.

Word count: 1312.

Tagging: @misshollander1 because you supported me :)

Part 2 is here


Watching your daughter run around, a small smile presented itself on your lips. She seemed so happy, as unaware of all life’s important lessons as she chased after your Dog in the park. The little ones blue eyes blinding you, much like her fathers did on the night you met. For a second you forgot and began to remember how that night progressed.

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Weak Knees

Prompt Number: 1
Characters: Percy, Nico
Prompt: dogs, pastries, snow
Word Count: 1205

For @corvus-manor


“Mrs. O’Leary! Mrs. O’Leearry!”

Nico was startled out of his nap by a voice from outside, sitting up straight and looking around blearily. He lifted a hand and pulled a little piece of paper off of where it’d gotten stuck to his face while he’d been asleep on his desk. Again. This was the third time this week he’d fallen asleep on top of his homework. And as he glanced down at the open copy of The Iliad in front of him, he decided that it could wait a little bit.

The idiot outside started shouting again, and Nico groaned, pushing away from the desk. He pulled himself to his feet and wavered, leaned on the desk as his vision momentarily faded black and then came back. Stood up too fast. His stomach rumbled, but he ignored it. He could eat after he’d dealt with the loudass outside.

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Tagged by @thetransgenderoffender

Rules: Tag up to 20 people you’d like to learn more about. (Not doing 20 lmao)
Name: Sierra
Nicknames: Sierra Mist
Zodiac sign: Leo
Height: 5'4
Orientation: Bisexual
Ethnicity: okay so my grandma just did one of those dna things so from her side I’m Irish, British , Scandinavian idk bout my grandpa from that side and on my dads side Syrian and Mexican
Favorite Fruit: Banana (this shit is bananas )
Favorite season: Winter/Spring
Favorite book: The Giver or A Child Called It that shit makes me cry every time
Favorite flower: Rose
Favorite scent: Japanese Cherry Blossom
Coffee, tea, or cocoa?: Coffee
Average sleep hours: 12-14
Cat or dog person?: Both I fucking love dogs and cats 🐕🐱
Favorite fictional character: idk
Number of blankets you sleep with: Two-Three
Dream trip: Paris
Blog created: October 2011
Number of followers: 640

I tag @nunyabizni @la-femme-noelle

Since the Golden Globes is tomorrow and one of the internet’s boyfriends Ryan Gosling is nominated for La La Land, I thought I’d do this lil’ post here on the lowkey cuteness of Baby Goose’s relationship with his lady of over five years, Eva Mendes.

This is mostly because folks like to pretend, 5+ years and two kids later, that his relationship is just a fling, or he’s been “trapped” and some go as far as to hope, yes, HOPE, that he will cheat on his gal with Emma Stone or Rachel McAdams or whomever. So since I don’t see this stopping Sunday night, I thought I’d give some love to Ryan’s actual lady love, whether she shows up with him or not, and just because I’m freaking bored.

1. Ryan basically insisted on Eva for the role of his ex in The Place Beyond the Pines, saying Eva, at the time a casual acquaintance and friend of his former co-star Kirsten Dunst, was underrated as an actress. Soon, he took her to Disney and it was on.

2. …he clearly was playing the long game, LOOK AT HIS FACE

Look at him, even when she wasn’t looking, boy was smitten 

3. HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AND THE SMILING

4. No, really, she’s little. Standing on a big step in heels and yet still small

5. Here’s Ellen getting Eva all blushing and giggling talking about Ryan

6. Ryan’s SNL shout out 

7. People trying to act like he’s not in a relationship? Ryan had an app for that

“I know that I’m with the person I’m supposed to be with,” he says, adding that the only quality he looks for in a woman is “that she’s Eva Mendes. There’s nothing else I’m looking for.”

8. Both dog lovers, Ryan wears Eva’s late dog’s tag on his neck at an event 

9. She also reps his dog on her instagram 

10. He gave her an emerald ring after the birth of their daughter Esmeralda. The Spanish word for emerald is…Esmeralda. 

11. This cute pic from idk where

12. And finally, Ryan on Eva and their kids:

“…it’s like a dream that I’m having right now. I’m dreaming it all. So I feel so lucky…There was nothing kind of premeditated about it, you know. It just suddenly was: My life had changed. And thank God it did.”

So yes, this was a mild celebration of this lowkey, cute, ridiculously attractive couple who doesn’t really deserve the hate they sometimes get (or she gets, who am I kidding).

Good luck at the Golden Globes, Gosling! You shouldn’t win but you will! (I LOVE him, but come on. You’re super talented and your family’s cute, though!)

Pickle straight up does not give a fuck, and just took me on a great big headstrong ramble all over this hospital campus. Traffic, curbs, buildings, parking lots–great and attractive places, apparently–sidewalks, tanbark, bushes, nothing fazed her. She did great with gee and haw and watch out and behaved very clearly, half the time, as if I were merely her collision detection, and the other half like some sort of magnificent solemn-of-mien heeling dog (making me look REALLY good, as dogs walking on loose leads do).

anonymous asked:

Can I have a ship? Ok so I'm 5'1 and bi and also I like to do art and listen to indie music while doing it, I much prefer older cameras and technology over the newer ones. I draw all the time and music is dead my gave thing to do at any time. I'm sarcastic and angry looking but inside I'm p much just silent bc I'm prob thinking about doggos and cats then doing anything else so ya what u think. Also always salt pasta while boiling it ok did I mention dogs yet

tag urself i’m the part of ur brain that is thinking about dogs. anyways, i’d ship you with jessica. i think that she’s got that hard, sarcastic exterior, much like yourself, but in that head of hers, she’s just a low-key shy girl who wants to find someone who treats her well. she loves to watch you draw and Art It Up. i just really feel like you guys would be so adorable together and i have no doubt in my mind that you’d treat her like she deserves to be treated.

ehgase  asked:

the tags on that hufflepuff post????? u just ruined my whole life

okay but just imagine,, fourth-year student bambam was like super pumped to start the new year but his family is struggling this year because not only does he need a new wand after Gumiho broke it (”Why would you call it dogwood if dogs cant play with it? That makes absolutely no sense, I want my 11 gallons back!”) but now with Baby starting her journey at Hogwarts they not only have to buy a new robe but also have to buy most of the books again,,, but bambam grew quite a bit over his break but how is he going to afford a new robe? He can’t possibly pass his own down to baby, but he also cant continue wearing his own?? so somehow he finds out about this thing organised by hufflepuffs where they sell old robes to kids like him who are struggling financially and he didn’t think anything on his way there (maybe have it somewhere in hogsmeade a week before school starts?) but when he’s actually there and stands in front one of the tables with the robes and sees all the other kids that are here for the same reason as him, a part of him is like ‘maybe I shouldn’t? others may need the robes a little more..’ but in that exact same moment someone in front of him is like “hey, do you need help picking out the right one?” so Bambam looks up and wow

guess who just talked to him?? It’s no other than our purehearted hufflepuff Yugyeom;; 


and this is how their first encounter goes and how Bambam falls in love with a giant marshmallow, too good for this world

Dog Tags (Natasha Romanoff)

Steve walked into the kitchen and passed by Natasha playing with the dog tags around her neck. “I’ve been meaning to ask, did Natasha serve?” Steve asked Clint. “No, why do you ask?” Clint asked as he poured himself some milk.

“Then whose tags does she have?” Steve asked. “I have some cereal to eat, ask her yourself.” Clint said as he grabbed the bowl of cereal and walked back to his room. “Damn you, Barton.” Tony cursed as he realized that Clint finished the cereal.

“Nat, we’ve got a lead on Bucky. Do you want to come with?” Sam asked her. She tucked the dog tags under her shirt. “Sure, let me just get dressed.” She told Sam and walked off. “Did she serve?” Sam asked Steve. “No.” Steve said as he drank some juice. “Then whose tags is she wearing?” Sam asked. “I don’t know.” Steve told him, “But we’ve got to suit up.” Steve said.

~

“Nat, you’re not going to be alone.” You told her. “I know, but you’re leaving, and right now, I need you the most.” She said. “I know it’s selfish, but-”

“You deserve to be selfish. You don’t owe them anything. They’re killers but I know you’ll do the right thing.” You interrupted her. “Why do you have to go?” Natasha asked, holding back a cry.

“Just trying to do right by my county.” You answered. “God, you’re sounding like that Star Spangled Idiot.” She scoffed, and you laughed. “That Star Spangled Idiot saved us from Hydra and the least I could do is fight to keep that freedom.” You told her.

~

“…here.” Sam said. “Nat?” Steve asked. “Hm?” Natasha asked. “Did you hear us?” Steve asked her. “Yeah, circle round back to make sure he doesn’t escape.” She answered. “You okay?” Sam asked. “You seem kinda out of it.” He told her.

“I’m fine.” She told them, and they nodded. “Let’s go.” Steve told Sam. Natasha pulled out the dog tags, kissed them, like she did before any mission and hid them under her mission suit, then jumped out the plane.

She pulled the string and the parachute released. Natasha unbuckled herself and ran to the back of the large building with her guns in hand. As she turned the corner, Hydra soldier ran towards her. “We’ve got the right place.” She said into her comm and began to fight the soldiers off.

~

Natasha waited in the airport with a sign in her hands with your name. “Well, well, well.” You said and Natasha turned around to see you in your uniform holding your luggage. Natasha smiled and pulled you into a hug. “I’ve missed you.” She told you.

“I know. I got your letters.” You told her and she playfully punched your shoulder. “Ow.” You groaned. “You okay?” Natasha asked. “Yeah, you just hit my scar.” You told her. “Can I see?” She asked. You nodded, pulled down your top a little bit and she saw the scar.

You saw the look in her eyes, “Hey, I knew the risk when I signed up.” You told her. “Yeah, but being out there for two years, there’s going to be more than just physical damage.” She told you. “I love how protective you are about me, but I’ll be fine. Now let’s go. I’m starving.” You told her.

~

“Well?” Natasha asked. “He was here.” Sam said. “And?” Natasha asked him. “He must have seen the Hydra soldiers outside and bailed.” Steve said. “Sorry, Cap.” Natasha said. “We’re getting closer.” Sam said. “Let’s head back.” Steve told them.

When they got back, Clint was on the couch eating cereal. “How did you…” Natasha asked. “I bought like ten boxes and hid them in my room, shh.” Clint told her. “You’re an idiot.” Natasha said. “A hungry idiot. How’d it go?” Clint asked as he ate.

“Not good.” Natasha said as she took an apple and bit down. “Well, nothing can be worse than getting beat up by a man who goes by the name Ant-Man.” Clint scoffed. “He was small and could fight, well.” Sam said, trying to defend himself.

~

It’s been about a month since you came back and have been trying to play it off like nothing happened. Natasha has noticed that you barely slept, and when you did you had nightmares. It got to the point where after Natasha fell asleep, you sneaked out of the apartment and ran around D.C at 3 in the morning.

One night, you ran into a man that was also running around the reflection pool. “I am so sorry.” You apologized. “It’s cool.” He said. “You, uh, can’t sleep?” You asked him. For the past week, it was just you running around like a crazy person.

“No, you?” He asked and you shook your head. “You a soldier?” He asked. “Yeah.” You told him. “There’s this place where people like us meet up and talk, you think you’d be interested?” He asked. “How do I know this isn’t some trap?” You asked and he smiled. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You said and extended your hand. “Sam Wilson.” He said and shook your hand.

~

“Where’s Natasha?” Steve asked Clint. “She’s…out. Won’t be back until 6.” He said and sat on the couch to watch America’s Next Top Model. “Why?” Steve asked. “If you must know. It’s gotta do with the tags.” Clint said. “Now, shut up. I’m watching something important.” He told him.

“My money’s on Cindy.” Sam said as he sat down with a bag of chips. “Well, I think Courtney is getting thrown off.” Clint said. “Hell no, it’s going to Cindy.” Sam said. Before things got dirty, Steve walked away. He was going to find out what was going on with Natasha.

“Stark, do you know where Nat is?” Steve asked Tony. “I know it’s been 70 years, but people do still knock.” Tony said. “And why would I know where she is?” Tony asked as he ate a cheeto. “Never mind.” Steve said. “I’ll find her myself.”

~

“You seem chipper.” Natasha smiled. “The meetings have been doing well?” She asked you. “Never felt better.” You told her. “Good, I got us some tickets for, wait for it, Fall Out Boy.” Natasha smiled.

“Listen, Nat. I’m going on another tour in Afghanistan.” You admitted. “What?” She asked. “You seemed happy, and-”

“I know, but I’ve got to go.” You told her. “When?” She asked you. “Next week.” You said. “Well, guess this week is going to be the best seven days of your life.” She smiled. “You’re the best.” You said, pulling her into a hug. “I know.”

~

“Nat?” Steve asked. She turned her head. “How did you find me?” She asked, turning her attention back to the tombstone. “Well, it wasn’t easy.” He said. “Who was she?” He asked her. “Y/N, my best friend.” Natasha told him.

“What happened?” Steve asked. “She was going into Afghanistan for another tour. The night before she was going to leave, soldiers busted into our apartment when we were sleeping and killed her.” Natasha explained, tears coming down her face.

~

“I’m so sorry.” Steve said. “These, were hers.” Natasha told him as she pulled out your dog tags.

“Here, I want you to have these.” You told her. “Why?” Natasha asked as you took your dog tags off and handed them to her. “In case you need something to remember me by.” You told her. “Don’t talk like that.” She said.

“C'mon, Tasha, we both know there’s a fifty/fifty chance I won’t come back.” You said. “You will. You’re strong and you’ll make it back.” She said. “When did you become so positive?” You asked her with a smile. “Has this Clint Barton been teaching you to see the good in life?” You asked her.

Natasha smiled, “Shut up.” She joked. “C'mere.” You said, patting on the spot next to you. She crawled on your bed and laid down next to you. “I’ll miss you.” Natasha said. “I know, but you’re a big girl.” You said and she smiled. You leaned on her shoulder and closed your eyes. “Night.” You said.

She kissed your forehead, “Night, Y/N.” She told you.

You love her, don’t you?

Author’s note: Just a short filler for the ‘I picked this for you’ series before I work my butt off to get Part 5 outlined and drafted. Hopefully *fingers crossed* this makes up a little for the heartache I’ve left today <3

Missed out on some heartache? Previous part is here.

When Bucky awoke, he found himself still by the door and grasping the note you left and the dog tags you’d abandoned.
He could hear muffled talking, shouting from the kitchen. He put the tags around his neck and shoved the note into the pocket of his sweatpants.

When he got to the kitchen, Tony, Steve, Sam, Wanda and Natasha were crowded around the island.
‘I can’t believe she left without saying goodbye though!’ Natasha commented.
‘Best lab technician I had – I don’t know understand why she left in the first place!’ Tony protested.
‘Should we go after her and bring her home?’ Sam asked.
Steve shook his head ‘I don’t think she wants to be followed; she’ll come back. I know she will – won’t she Buck?’
Bucky stood next to him, still torn by the note burning in his pocket.
Natasha’s eyes narrowed, as she took in his appearance. His eyes displayed tiredness, but not his usual nightmare state – it was like he’d be crying. He looked pale, unwell. But then she caught the jewellery swinging from his neck. ‘Hey, doesn’t she usually wear those tags?’
All eyes fell on Bucky. He felt the sudden pressure of five pairs of eyes on him.
He shifted awkwardly ‘um…she shoved them under my door during the night, she must’ve done it right before she left’
Steve patted him on the back, he knew of his feelings towards you.
You leaving must’ve messed him up.

As Bucky turned to leave, the flimsy bit of paper fell out of his pocket. ‘Don’t!’ He shouted, as Wanda picked it up and read it. She slammed the paper down on the counter and used her powers to pin him against the wall. ‘It was you!’ She snarled. Tony grabbed the note and read it. He looked at Bucky, still confined to the wall and shouted ‘Anyone in this room could kill you – but I’d drag it out!’
‘I didn’t mean for it to happen! I didn’t want her to go!’ Bucky defended.
Steve calmly said ‘Wanda – let him down’
If looks could kill, Steve would’ve been six feet under with Bucky.
‘Me and you are going to have a talk pal’ Steve told him, as he pulled him down the corridor by his arm; forcing him back into his room.
‘I knew I should have put him shoved him in the recycling bin the day he moved in here’ Sam muttered.

As soon as they were in the room, Steve demanded an explanation. He couldn’t understand how Bucky had gone from being totally in love with you to you returning the dog tags. The one thing you loved more than coffee and peanut butter. Bucky explained about the unfortunate Valentine’s Day incident, about the flower, about the tag and how he choked at telling you the truth and ended up hurting you instead.
‘I messed up…I know I did. I wish I could take it back. I miss her.’ Bucky complained.
‘You love her, don’t you?’ Steve sympathized.
Bucky nodded ‘I just want her to come home’
Steve pressed a hand to his forehead, rubbing it slightly. ‘I don’t understand how this much stupid can fit inside one person’ He sighed, looking down at Bucky who was sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

 Tony knocked on the door ‘I don’t want to interrupt your daily mope session, but we have things to do’
Steve opened the door ‘What’s happening?’
Tony replied ‘She did leave a forwarding address, so suit up, we’re going to get her’
Bucky interjected ‘Where is she?’

Without looking back, whilst he walked away, Tony said, voice raised ‘Bucharest, Romania’

“I had a dream last night.”

Jason swallowed, scanning her eyes.  Reyna was talented at painting over her emotions, but she wasn’t attempting to hide her fear just now.

“What happened?” he asked, trying to keep his heart rate down.  There were nail marks on his arm from when she’d grabbed him, dragging him into the principia despite Octavian’s angry shouts.

“I…” her hands were shaking. Jason wasn’t sure he wanted to know the cause of Reyna being this frightened.  “It was Juno, I think.  Jason, something’s going to happen to you.  Involving her.”

Tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, Jason stared at the ceiling.  The mosaic of Remus and Romulus glared down at him.  “It might have just been a dream-”

“I know it wasn’t,” Reyna cut in, her voice sharp.  “Just… please be careful, okay?”

Nodding slowly, Jason pulled her into a hug.  Her armour dug into his ribs.  “I’m never gonna leave you, okay, Reyna?”

His colleague drew back, glancing at him.  “Okay,” she murmured, before calling her dogs and slipping out of the principia.

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The next morning, Reyna wasn’t sure why she was surprised when the house across from hers was empty

based on my own headcanon and conversations with jealoussam

Nobody in their right mind would lie to their brother about some special farmer’s market two hours away just so they can sneak away and meet some shady guy with a mohawk on the side of I-40 who just happens to be selling miniature Yorkshire terrier puppies out of a fucking minivan.

Then again, Sam hasn’t really felt like he’s in his “right mind” since he started seeing visions of the future nearly a decade ago. So yeah. Maybe he sneaked out of their new fancy lair and is now on his way back with a sleeping 1-pound puppy in a crate in the passenger seat. Maybe.

“All right, T-Rex, no barking when we get inside, OK? We have to stay quiet so my scary big brother doesn’t make me take you back.” As if T-Rex was actually capable of barking. Sam imagines she probably has more of a small yelp for a voice. In any case, she’s still sound asleep.

Sam and T-Rex manage to get all the way to their room without seeing any sign of the no-dogs-allowed tyrant. He sets her crate down and makes sure the home he made for her in the bottom drawer of his dresser is ready for her before he lets her out. Of course, she’s still asleep, so he scoops her up in his palm and sets her down gently on the assortment of tiny baby blankets in the drawer. She yawns and adjusts herself to get comfortable before falling right back asleep.

Sam sits cross-legged on the floor and stares at her for half an hour. She’s absolutely goddamn perfect.

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You Can’t Smooth-Talk with Bad Pickup Lines

Based on this imagine

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You hid your smirk behind your glass as Dean and Sam walked back to the table, a slight blush on each of their faces. You looked around the bar and saw that all the single girls kept looking after them, disgusted expressions on their faces.

“I’m never taking another dare from you,” Dean said, sitting on the stool next to you and grabbing the beer you’d gotten for him.

“That was the worst,” Sam agreed, sitting opposite his brother.

You laughed at the brothers. “Oh, come on. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

“Do you see the dirty looks we’re getting from every female in the place?” Dean asked. “That’s thanks to you and your devious mind.”

“You could have chosen the other option.”

“No. There was no way in hell I was going to let you paint my nails.”

“Oh, come on. It’d look so pretty. And I’m pretty sure I’ve got a color that would match the blush you’ve got right now.”

“Shut up,” Dean mumbled, tipping back the bottle.

You giggled and took another sip of your drink. “So, let me hear some of the lines you used.”

“No,” Sam said. “I don’t ever want to relive that.”

“Please?” you asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes (which were nowhere close to being as effective as his, but it was still good enough to get him to fold).

“Fine. You see that girl over there in the pink shirt?”

“Yeah.”

“I told her the tag was sticking out. When she turned around for me to fix it, I said…” Sam sighed and shook his head. “‘Just what I thought—made in Heaven’.”

“You did not!” You laughed as Sam nodded, embarrassment all over his face. You turned to his brother. “What about you?”

“Girl in the black dress.”

You turned and finally spotted her through the crowd. “Ooh, nice one. What’d you say?”

“‘I feel like Richard Gere and I’m standing next to the Pretty Woman’.”

“Oh, come on. That’s bad, even for you.” You cocked your head to the side. “Points for the film reference, though.”

“So you basically called her a whore,” Sam said.

“Shut up,” Dean said, raising his beer to his lips.

“Okay, okay, tell me more,” you said. “I know you guys talked to more girls.”

Sam looked around. “I asked that girl in the yellow skirt ‘Is it me, or are we destined to be married?’.”

“I told that girl in the cowboy hat that the voices in my head told me to go talk to her,” Dean said. “That one backfired because she actually gave me a card for the shrink she sees.”

“Black tank top—‘you smell like my next girlfriend’.”

“Fringe vest—‘if I follow you home, will you keep me?’.”

“Green dress—‘kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs never existed, right?’.”

“Knee-high boots—‘if you’re feeling down, I could feel you up’.”

“Okay, okay, enough,” you said with a laugh. “You guys are way too good at creepy pick-up lines.” You glanced over and saw a pretty girl talking to a heavily muscled guy, pointing over at your table. The guy looked over with a scowl. You saw him crack his knuckles. “Uh, did one of you talk to her?”

The boys looked over. “Yeah, I think I did,” Dean said. “I think she was the one that I said her dress would look better on my floor.”

“I did, too,” Sam said. “Except I told her that my shirt would look better on her floor.”

You were momentarily taken aback at the similar lines the brothers had used on the same woman. “Well, I think she has a boyfriend and he looks not so thrilled with the idea that you guys hit on her.”

The three of you looked back and saw the man coming towards your table.

“Shit,” Sam said under his breath.

“We should leave,” you said, standing.

“Right behind you,” Dean said, downing his drink.

Howl || Closed RP || Jackal!Pharah

She stayed on the roof, biting out curses in her mother tongue to herself as she toyed with the dog tags wrapped around her finger. Her fangs were bared to nothing but the chilly night air, and golden eyes flickered irritably across the horizon.

How dare she.

Fareeha wrapped the chain around one wrist and yanked, the sting radiating from the newly formed gash helping calm her rising anger. Fighting verbally was never her strong suit; words hurt much more than physical wounds did.

So why did she involve herself with this one? The jackal just grumbled out another curse, and resumed her fiddling, the tinkering of metal the only audible thing in her near vicinity. 

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Just Married! 1/3

It wasn’t a deliberated decision, not consciously anyway, they had been thinking about it, thinking about after the war thinking of where they wanted to go, no matter what plans had been woven, it always had that one word: together.

Be it retirement, or more excitement playing Spectres, the dullness of politics or just adopting five hundred puppies. The plans always involved them together. It was Shepard that had brought forth the idea when they were both tired after a day of travelling around the galaxy, on their way to the Citadel.

As much excitement as their lives had, at least fifty percent of it was spent travelling through space, which was, all in all, boring after a while. There was only so many stars one could count before they went stir crazy.

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Puppy Danvers

Damn, I am so bad at getting these done on time. (Though, it is still Saturday where I live.) And I’m still putting off homework to finish it.

“Keira, what are your plans for this weekend?”

Kara stopped short in her approach to Cat’s desk. Her eyes bulged and a tiny squeak escaped her throat.

This is it! a voice cried out in her head, before her rational mind could catch up. She’s asking me out!

Don’t be ridiculous, her voice of reason spoke up. Of course she isn’t. Cat Grant will never see me that way.

“Um, well I –”

“I’ll tell you what your plans are. You see, I’ve finally agreed to let Carter get a puppy. His therapist suggested it, and he’s been begging me for years. So this weekend, you are going to stay with us and help him train it.”

Kara’s mouth dropped open at the unexpected information. Of all the reasons Cat Grant might have had for wanting her assistant’s weekend open, that was definitely not one Kara had considered.

Kara’s surprise quickly turned to pure excitement. A PUPPY!

Cat rolled her eyes at the blindingly bright smile stretching over the girl’s face. Her heart most certainly did not swell at its appearance.

“A puppy? That’s so exciting!” An audible sigh left Cat’s lips. She honestly couldn’t comprehend how Kara could always be so full of positive energy. It sometimes exhausted Cat just to observe. “But, why do you want my help?”

“Well God knows I don’t have the time myself, and his nanny will be in Metropolis for her grandmother’s birthday. Besides, you’re perfect for the job, considering you’re basically a puppy already.”

Kara cocked her head to the side, brows furrowed and eyes wide, like this notion confused her. Cat fought the irrational instinct to pat the girl on the head. “What? How am I like –”

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Final Tour

A/N: This was stuck in my head. Lemme know what you think :)

Rating: K+ - mild language

Pairing(s): NaLu.

Prompt/Summary: “Yes, I know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay? I totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since I moved out. Pfft. Absolutely not.” NaLu. AU. OneShot. Complete.

Word Count: 1,348

Lucy gnawed on her thumbnail.

Well…she tried to anyway.

Since it was nearly non existent, she settled for nibbling at the skin instead. She’d managed to stop biting her nails over a year ago for a few months, but she’d recently started back up again.

Especially on days like these.

She was exhausted today, but had no choice but to head to the grocery store. She was out of food and had been cooped up in her new place for weeks avoiding calls. It was small and cozy and nice…

But Lucy hated her apartment.

It was so…desolate.

Everything was clean, but not because she’d cleaned it. It was spotless because it wasn’t lived in. There was next to no food in her fridge, her tv hadn’t been turned on since she’d installed it, and her clothes were all in their drawers because the only thing she really wanted to wear was the sweater she was currently donning.

She was showering every day so she was clean and could avoid washing it.

Yeah. That was kinda gross. 

Okay…it was a lot gross. But…

It still smelled like him.

Cinnamon with a hint of wet wood and fallen leaves. The overwhelming scent of campfire filled her senses and eased her anxiety.

And then it made her heart ache.

She chewed on her thumb more vigorously as the decision to get 1 or 2% milk became a bigger deal than it should’ve been.

“Hey, I have a sweater just like––”

Lucy’s head snapped around to the source of the voice.

“––…that.”

She swallowed as he trailed off, looking up and down her current physical appearance. She suddenly really regretted stepping out in her current clothes and wished she’d gotten dolled up and hot.

Because it was so unfair how he looked right now.

Shaggy pink hair sticking up in all directions and falling in his eyes, made even brighter by his darkened skin––looked like he’d been somewhere sunny for awhile––and charcoal eyes. His jaw was lined with light stubble and Lucy found herself swallowing. The shirt he was wearing clung to his biceps and was trim along his sides. He looked like he’d lost weight and put on muscle since the last time she saw him.

He looked phenomenal. 

Mavis, that was so unfair.

Lucy didn’t want to deal with him, so she did the first thing she could think of.

She shrugged, “This old thing is ratty and was left behind by a real jerk. Abandoned and alone. Wasn’t just gunna leave it.”

She saw him swallow as his voice became softer, “Lucy…”

“It’s so comfy too. Wouldn’t know why someone would want to get rid of it.”

Biting back tears, the blonde snatched a jug of milk from the fridge, dropped it into her basket and darted into a new aisle. But her attempts were futile because unless she wanted to just abandon her basket and go shopping somewhere else, she was going to be stuck with him for the next ten minutes.

And the only other supermarket was a half hour walk from here in the opposite direction of her apartment.

Should she chance it anyway?

Fingers encircled her upper arm, gripping it firmly to stop her.

“I didn’t want to abandon it.”

She spun around.

“Bullshit. You left with no warning. No. Warning. And just a note about things not working out and that I––”

Lucy blinked to clear her vision.

“––that the sweater needed to disappear.”

“Lucy…”

“I mean, did you want to make it hate you for that? Because if you did then you did a really good job of––”

“Yes.”

That shut Lucy up.

He wanted to make her hate him?

…why?

He ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his neck, dog tags clinking from the movement of the chain. The silver was bright against his dark skin.

And against the very new brutally jagged scar on the side of his neck.

Suddenly all of Lucy’s anger was pushed aside as she stepped closer to him and brought her fingers up to his neck.

“Wh…what did…” it was fleshy beneath her fingertips and looked like it was barely holding itself together. Black stitches were still keeping the thing shut as the scar tissue pulled at it.

“I thought I was gunna die this time, Luce,” he whispered, averting his gaze form hers. “It seemed easier to make you hate me and know you could use that to move on than to die on you…”

SLAP!

The tears were falling now.

“You selfish bastard,” she choked, swallowing hard, “you think I didn’t know you were on tour? I knew. I knew and I still worried about you. Except this time you weren’t sending me letters, or calling me, or anything! So it wasn’t better.”

She sneered, “It was worse.”

Natsu’s head fell, hair shielding his eyes from hers but unable to hide that he’d started crying with her.

“I’m so sorry, Luce.” He whispered, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry, I just…”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Lucy fit herself under his jaw with her face in his chest. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and back as his fingers dug into her flesh through the fabric of his sweater. At this moment she didn’t care that it hurt a bit, and she didn’t care that they were in the middle of a supermarket.

He was alive.

He was a fucking idiot. Well…he was smart when it came to his job––his subordinates loved him and always said he was the best squad leader they’d ever had––but when it came to her and their relationship?

He could be a real moron.

He did the stupidest things, like not tell her something about a bill being overdue, or about an answering machine message having to do with her job.

Because he didn’t want to hurt her.

And as stupid of an excuse as that may sound, it wasn’t an excuse when it came to Natsu. It was just a part of who he was.

And though infuriating sometimes…it was a huge reason as to why she fell in love with him in the first place.

“Never,” she whispered, “do that to me again. Please.” She nearly begged, clinging to him even tighter.

“Never,” he muttered back. “I got honourably discharged.”

Lucy pulled back, “What?”

The pinkette smiled, highlighting the slightest hint of sunburn on his cheeks. He’d been outside a lot during this last tour. Afghanistan maybe? She never really got to know exactly where he was gunna be.

He gestured to his neck, “This thing really did a number on my heart. They almost didn’t get me back with how much blood I lost. So I was given a choice and I took it.”

The blonde blinked incredulously.

“You chose to leave the Marine Corps?” 

He was always talking about how he couldn’t. About how Erza, Gray, Sting and Rogue needed him over there. It was a source of so many fights for them that Lucy had lost count how many times she’d cried herself to sleep with worry over him.

Over all of them. 

She’d met Titania, Absolute Zero’s Ice, and the twin Slayers. She loved them all and was always happy when they could come over for dinner when they’d finished a tour.

Natsu had left of his own free will?

Nothing could make him do tha––

He shook his head, “No, I didn’t choose to leave the Marine Corps.”

Lucy’s brow furrowed.

“Well…I mean yeah,” Natsu rushed to correct himself, slightly flustered, “I did, but thats not what was my main focus.”

His fingers found Lucy’s face as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“I chose to come home to you.”

He tilted her head back slowly, seeking her out tenderly, lovingly, gently. Parting her lips with his, tracing her teeth with his tongue, nibbling at her lower lip…he claimed her mouth once again, thrilled when she responded to him with her hands in his hair.

“I choose you, Lucy.” He whispered against her lips.

She just rose up on her toes to kiss him again.

Finally, she thought.