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Roman Imperatorial Silver Denarius of L. Hostilius Saserna, Possibly Depicting Vercingetorix on the Obverse

This silver denarius was struck at the Rome mint in 48 BC by the moneyer L. Hostilius Saserna under the rule of Julius Caesar. It displays the head of a Gallic captive (Vercingetorix?) with a chain around his neck. He has flowing, long hair and a long, pointed beard. There is a Gallic shield behind him. The reverse shows two warriors in a galloping biga, one is driving while holding a whip in his right hand and the reins in his left. The other is facing backwards, holding a shield in his left hand and brandishing a spear in his right. The name L • HOSTILIVS is written above and SASERN is written below.

Caesar’s Gallic War Coins:

A series of coins celebrating Caesar’s victories in Gaul appear in 48 BC. It was in this year that Caesar began hostilities against Pompey. In the previous year Pompey had released coins proclaiming his naval power. Caesar’s coins might be seen as a response. These coins were not minted by Caesar himself, but by two of his supporters who became moneyers in this year. One of these was L. Hostilius Saserna who released the coin above. The bearded male on the obverse of is often identified as Vercingetorix, the chieftain of the Arverni tribe, who united the Gauls in a revolt against Rome. Putting his face on a Roman coin is a strong symbol of the victory over and subjugation of the Gauls.

In which I devise an angsty sci-fi premise for Shiro to need cuddling as a medical treatment –

Noise in the Cockpit by pentapus

FandomsVoltron: Legendary Defender
TagsNo Archive Warnings ApplyKeith & Shiro (Voltron)Pidge | Katie Holt & ShiroKeith/Shiro (Voltron)on a technicalityShiro (Voltron)Pidge | Katie HoltKeith (Voltron)Hurt/Comfortmental links with technologyeveryone please take care of shiroMild Angst

Summary: Piloting the black lion was unlike piloting any ship Shiro had ever flown. And it wasn’t just the bizarre weight balance. It was that he didn’t know on any given day how loud the Lion was going to be.

Today was one of the loud days.


Piloting the black lion was unlike piloting any ship Shiro had ever flown. And it wasn’t just the bizarre weight balance. It was that he didn’t know on any given day how loud the Lion was going to be.

Some days, Shiro had only the occasional tickling intuition from out of nowhere that now would be a good time to check the altimeter or the proximity sensors. He could get his coordinates from the heads up display like every other respectable pilot out there. Other days, it felt like the Lion’s sensory data was unfolding vibrantly inside his brain, feeling the radiation of a Galra blast warm against his own back.

Today was one of the loud days.

Every Galra fighter swarming past came with its own blip of information – velocity, heading, expected damage capability. It got louder with each pass, but never loud enough to drown out Zarkon’s deafening call for the lion, pounding against Shiro’s temple and just behind his eye. That immense, dark flagship was always in sight, looming across the field of view, a backdrop to the fire fight.

“Should we – Voltron? Again?” Hunk said.

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Quiet Village

Gaston x Reader

This is the second addition to my little series. Here is the first.

Thank you all for your positive feedback, this is now my second imagine I’ve ever written I hope you all enjoy. 

I’m also accepting requests so don’t be shy. Please be patient with me for I am busy with work and other social commitments, Part 3 should be out around tomorrow night (maybe). 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,280

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For being the physical embodiment of the American Dream, you’d think driving a car would be enjoyable, and not a nightmarish blend of crumbling infrastructure, “check engine” lights, and traffic jams that seem to last decades. Eh, on second thought, perhaps driving a car is a very apt metaphor for the American Dream. Best not to question it and just keep driving, hoping that it gets better. Instead of falling into a pit of automotive angst, here are some affordable tools to turn your driving experience into high-tech luxury.

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Good Girl [a Barry Allen smut]

Request: smut w/ evil!barry where reader has a praise kink? 💞 thank you for reading and have a lovely day [ btw your writing is so good I binged your master list today :)) ]

a/n: evil!barry would have a fuckin blast….ALSO LOOK AT THAT GIF. THATS A NICE GIF


It all started with two simple words: good girl. That somehow sent you over the edge and made you grip the counter. Barry only noticed this because he heard your nails scrape the wood. Cocking his head, his tongue darts across his top teeth, papers scattering on the table before he crosses his arms over his naked chest.

You suck in a deep breath, eyes snapping shut as he approaches. “Oh, you like when I call you my good girl?” he smirks, wrapping his arms around your middle. His head hangs low, barely touching your ear, lips inches away, breath hitting skin. “You are so good to me, babydoll…” he purrs, hand traveling to your thin underwear. “I don’t deserve you…”

Biting your bottom lip, you press your ass to his front; Barry chuckles darkly, pushing your panties down your legs. Your sheer black blouse slips off your shoulder and you shiver, feeling his plump skin leave wet kisses on your neck. “You’re so beautiful, so pretty, my pretty girl….” he praises, dark green orbs eyeing your jawline. “Tell me what you want, sweets. Do you want my dick or my fingers inside that gorgeous body?” he hums, fingers squeezing your stomach.

With a moan, you rest your forearms against countertop, ass perfectly on display. Barry tilts his head down, raising one of his thick eyebrows. “Dick… please.” you clarify, batting your eyelashes back at him. He smirks, fingers leaving your skin to pull his gray joggers down. In a minute, he has a condom on.

“Of course, sexy.” he muses, pushing himself inside you at a steady pace. Gasping, you hold onto the kitchen counter more securely, hair tumbling in front of your eyes. Barry stretches all of himself in you before he finally starts moving. “Babydoll, you feel so fucking good around my cock.” he chides, thrusting into your hips with his.

A peaceful groan falls from your mouth and Barry grins wickedly, fingers groping your breasts through your shirt. Snapping his lower body, he can feel your skin clenching around his. “Oh, hottie, you’re so good… Ugh, how did-” he gasps, hiding his face between your shoulderblades, “I get so lucky?” the speedster grunts, bucking his hips, dick twitching.

As soon as he begins vibrating, you lose it. You scream his name, nails scratching the wood, orgasm hitting you like a train. Barry hisses, letting himself go. Panting, he rocks against you a couple times before removing his dick from your body. “Mmm… you’re so amazing, babydoll. I love you.” he hums, turning your head, “My sweet, good girl.” he grins, capturing your lips in his.

“Oh…mmm… I love you too…” you whisper into his mouth, spinning around. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close. “Wait,” you pause, “Don’t you have to plan?” you ask in a soft tone.

Barry frowns, grabbing ahold of your thighs. “I’ll do it later.”

anonymous asked:

Matsuri's death has been Tatara 2.0. It's as if Ishida is really good at setting up plot points but terrible at seeing them through to a satisfying conclusion. Everyone's exciting about the Amon Kaneki reunion but they're 100% going to be disappointed. All the reunions have been crazy rushed. Touka just punched him in the face and Tsukiyama said it was water under the bridge and the fall out of the Tsukiyama arc has never been mentioned again. Also remember Eto? My saltiness goes up each week!

I would be lying if I said Matsuri was one of my favorite characters. He wasn’t. He is certainly not of the same caliber as Tatara and Houji for me, but I remembered how they were handled when I read this chapter.

tbh I had so many high hopes for Matsuri and I actually thought (even though I suspected weeks ago that Furuta set a trap for him to off him) that he would show some character development in the coming chapters.

It is annoying me because it was done with no purpose whatsoever. If anything, he was better off killed on the ship during the Rushima arc, along with Yoshitoki. His survival served no purpose whatsoever, I repeat, whatsoever.

I always wondered what happened on the ship that day, and was waiting for someone to recall the events in future chapters. It always annoyed me (and confused me) why Marude chose to spare Matsuri’s life, and only kill Yoshitoki. I assumed something happened that forced Marude to flee the ship, even though he intended to kill Matsuri too. That is what I assumed, and waited for Matsuri to give some insight into that. 
Marude knows that if Yoshitoki is dead, Matsuri would succeed him, and he was canonically shown to disagree with that. There is no reason why he would want to spare his life.

What was the purpose of Matsuri surviving that incident then? I always thought there was one. Sadly, it looks like I was wrong.

I don’t see a point in revealing that:

  1. Matsuri was gay (or may have never been comfortable with his own gender or orientation). 
  2. He held feelings for Urie
  3. He actually loved his father, Yoshitoki. 
  4. He suffered after his father’s death to the point of becoming an incompetent human being (ghoul). 
  5. Him showing a regeneration ability upon being cut with a katana, in the head, without displaying a kagune, and putting up a better fight. 
  6. Him showing compassion and likeness to Furuta when he realized his voice is similar to that of his dad.
  7. Him showing interest in Nico.

I don’t see a point for all of these revelations if he was going to be killed off-screen, without him having the time to reflect upon his life (through flashbacks), to tell us why he doesn’t have a kagune, what happened on the ship, what happened in Germany, why he holds such feelings/desires…. or any sort of explanation whatsoever.

Once again, there has been unnecessary build up for character potential, yet said character was killed off without us having any answers, or means to find these answers through other characters. 

I just… don’t understand why, and I am confused as hell as why this pattern is being repeated. 

I don’t mind negative character development, but this was not that at all. I am pissed off that Matsuri was reduced to being comic relief and a weirdo and is literally an icon for mockery. He at least deserved few panels to reveal why he was that way, why he acts this way. Sorry to bring this up again as a comparison, but Torso has had the negative character development and a whole chapter to show why he is THAT fucked up. I don’t get why he was graced with that, but other characters are being denied the bare minimum (few panels).

I am not going to comment on the other things you brought up, because those said characters are still alive, and perhaps these things will be addressed in the future (though I certainly no longer hold any hopes).

Sirens Call part 2

A/N: Hey everyone. I am so sorry this is really late. I hope ya’ll can forgive me, this might suck but this is honestly liked it. *shrugs* So here you go part two of Sirens Call. Inspired by this song.

Warnings: Sadness?

Word count: 1882

Part One

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12.13 Coda: God Save the Queen

“So, the teachers at the girls’ school are all back to work,” Dean says. “It’s like nothing ever happened. That’s all the victims in Ohio.”

“Well, no mention of the Massachusetts murder either.” Sam’s still peering at his laptop, but it’s clear there’s nothing to be found. “No Fiona, no angry ghost. Looks like history’s back on track. Thank you, Gavin.”

“Yeah, but… I can’t put a check in the win column just yet. This has all been too easy.”

“It is a little too perfect, isn’t it?”

“Hey, Sam? Think you could find a list of the crew and passengers from the Star?”

Sam frowns. “Probably. Why?” His fingers tap at the keys without waiting for an answer. “Yeah, here’s a crew list and passenger manifest. Oh. Oh.” He looks up at Dean, eyes wide. “Gavin isn’t listed as the captain.”

Dean nods. “And I bet Fiona’s not on the passenger list either.”

“Jesus.” Sam leans back and runs his hands through his hair. “I just assumed Rowena set up the spell to put them back on the ship. It didn’t even occur to me…”

“That sneaky little witch,” Dean laughs. “She sent him back early. Fiona’s not a vengeful spirit because she didn’t die on the ship! Neither of them did!”

Sam laughs too, but it’s a little uneasy. “That’s… that’s kind of dangerous, right? Messing with history like that?”

Dean looks around him and shrugs. “Bunker’s still here. Internet’s still here. Beer still exists. I’d say everything’s okay.” He waves his half-empty bottle. “Speaking of beer… we’re out. I’m gonna go on a beer run. You wanna come with?”

But Sam doesn’t answer. He’s still staring at the computer screen. “Dean… You’ve got your wallet on you? Look at your money.”

“Dammit, I’ve got money. I’m not asking you to pay. I’m just asking if you want to go.”

“Dean. Shut up and look at your money.”

Dean sighs his best long-suffering sigh, pulls the wallet out of his pocket, and takes out a bill.


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Plus, You Tease Him!

The two had ventured out into London for a day of shopping and hanging out, both too antsy to stay at home and do nothing.

It had been nice, Jack thought, hanging out with only Joe, rather than the whole group. They both shared a similar sense of humour, and always got on really well, so getting to spend some time as just the two of them was easy, fun.

Jack felt comfortable around the older man, and enjoyed his company, obvious by how much his stomach hurt and the tears that pooled in the corner of his eyes from laughing.

“Shhh,” Joe giggled, glancing over his shoulder at the agitated salesman. “We’re going to get kicked out!”

“Then don’t dare me to dance with the mannequin next time,” Jack replied, shoving Joe lightly, his eyes alight with laughter.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!”

“Come on, Joe, it’s me. Why wouldn’t I dance with Barry?”

“You named him?”

“Of course!”

That set the two off all over again, and they quickly exited the store they were in, leaning against each other as they tried to breathe through the laughter.

“Alright, alright. Enough.” Joe shook his head, chuckling lightly. “We need to calm down or everyone is going to hate us.”

“You were the one who started.”

“I did not,” He scoffed, shoving at Jack’s shoulder, “You started it all.”

“Nice try.” The younger man grinned, “But you laugh at everything. I’m just that funny.”

“You wish,” Joe rolled his eyes, his lips still lifted in a smile.

“Come on,” Jack grabbed his arm gently, “I’m sure there’s a store we haven’t been kicked out of yet.”

“Give it time.”

“Oh, I fully intend to be banned from every single store on this floor by time we leave this mall.”

“Wonderful,” Joe drawled, walking along beside Jack.

The next store they entered they did calm down a little, mostly because they both frequented this one often, and didn’t want to risk losing it as a place to shop.

But they were both still quite giggly, poking and teasing each other, yet not causing enough of a disruption to annoy any other shoppers.

“Oh!” Joe suddenly said, stopping in his path, causing Jack to stumble into him, grabbing Joe around the waist before they both toppled over.

“Give me some warning next time!”

“Sorry,” Joe smiled, turning to look at Jack, “I just remembered that there was a shirt I saw the other week I wanted.”

“I’m going to keep exploring then, I’ll meet you near the front?”

“I won’t be long.”

“As long as you don’t get distracted, again.” Jack teased as Joe smacked his arm, heading back further into the store.

He watched Joe weave through the displays, shaking his head as he laughed to himself lightly.

“Excuse me,” Came a small voice from beside him, and Jack looked down, seeing a little girl smiling adorably up at him.

“Yes?” He crouched down to her eye level, a gentle smile on his face.

“You and your boyfriend are really cute together.” The little girl giggled, twirling one of her pigtails around her finger.

“Oh,” Jack blushed, “Well, actually…he and I are just friends.”

“You aren’t together?” She asked, her head cocking to the side.

“No, we aren’t.”

“Why not?”

“Uhm,” He blinked at the little girl, smiling innocently over at him, “Because we just aren’t.”

“Well, you should be.”

“And why do you say that?”

“Because he makes you happy. And you make him happy.”

“You’re right, he does,” Jack chuckled, “You’re very observant.”

“Plus, you tease him!” The little girl leaned in, her voice dropping to a loud whisper, “Mommy says that means a boy likes you when you tease him. So you must like him!”

He wasn’t sure how to respond to that, and he was saved when a moment later an older woman called out a name, causing the little girl to wave at Jack as she spun around and ran back to her mother.

Straightening up, Jack tried to wrap his head around the conversation he had just taken a part in. Everything the little girl had said was true, well, except for the part about him liking Joe.

But, maybe she was right about that too?

“You didn’t get far.” Jack spun around quickly, surprised by the sudden appearance of Joe. “Woah, calm down, just me.” The older man laughed, “You alright?”

“Yeah, you just scared me, that’s all.”

“Thought you were venturing further.”

“Oh, I was. I got distracted.”

“I thought I was the one who got distracted,” Joe teased, nudging Jack as they continued to walk towards the check out.

“You are,” He replied casually, but he was only half paying attention to the conversation, because he started looking at Joe in a different light.

Like how his smile was really nice, and lit up his entire face, and his laugh made Jack’s stomach all fluttery, and when they touched, Jack felt the warmth long after Joe’s hand had moved away.

Things that had always been there, but never noticed.

Not until a little girl had pointed them out.

And now, Jack couldn’t stop noticing them.

As the two were leaving the store, Jack saw the little girl again, who waved eagerly over at him, that bright smile on her face.

He lifted a hand in a wave back towards her, offering her a small smile as well.

“Who’s that?” Joe asked, waving at the little girl too.

“The distraction from before,” Jack answered as they made their way towards the mall exit. “And someone who made me realize something today.”

“Care to share what that is?” Joe smiled easily, looking at Jack.

“I think I will. Soon.”

“Can’t wait to hear it.”

Mentally ill man who beheaded bus passenger is freed from all supervision

A Canadian man who was found not criminally responsible for beheading and cannibalising a fellow passenger on a Greyhound bus has been granted freedom from all supervision.

Manitoba’s Criminal Code Review Board announced it had given Will Baker, formerly known as Vince Li, an absolute discharge, meaning he is longer subject to monitoring.

Baker, a diagnosed schizophrenic, killed Tim McLean, a young carnival worker who was a complete stranger to him, in 2008. A year later Baker was found not criminally responsible due to mental illness.

McLean’s mother, Carol de Delley, has been outspoken against granting Baker freedom, saying there would be no way to ensure he continued to take his medication. In a post on Facebook on Friday she said “I have no words.”

Baker was initially kept in a secure wing of a psychiatric hospital but was given more freedom every year. He has been living on his own in a Winnipeg apartment since November, but was still subject to monitoring to ensure he took his medication.

Baker’s doctor, Jeffrey Waldman, told the board earlier this week that he is confident Baker will remain on his medication and will continue to work with his treatment team if released. Waldman testified Baker knows it is the medication that keeps his illness at bay.

In a written decision the review board said it “is of the opinion that the weight of evidence does not substantiate that Mr Baker poses a significant threat to the safety of the public”.

Waldman said Baker planned to visit his native China if released but would live in Winnipeg for the next two to three years. He is on the waiting list for a post-secondary training programme and plans on establishing a career in the city. Baker emigrated to Canada from China in 2001 and became a Canadian citizen four years later.

Baker sat next to the 22-year-old McLean on the bus after the young man smiled at him and asked how he was doing. Baker said he heard the voice of God telling him to kill the young carnival worker or “die immediately”.

He repeatedly stabbed McLean while the young man fought for his life. As passengers fled the bus Baker continued stabbing and mutilating the body before he was arrested. He severed McLean’s head, displaying it to some of the passengers outside the bus, witnesses said.

The supreme court of Canada ruled in 1999 that a review board must order an absolute discharge if a person does not pose a significant threat to public safety.
The ruling added there must be clear evidence of a significant risk to the public for the review board to continue imposing conditions after a person is found not criminally responsible.

Opposition Conservative member of parliament James Bezan also criticised Baker’s release. He said earlier in the week it would be an insult to De Delley and McLean’s other relatives.

Baker’s defenders include Chris Summerville, executive director of the Manitoba Schizophrenia Society, who has met and worked with him over the years.

“He is no longer a violent person,” Summerville said. “I will say, yes, he absolutely understands that he has to [take his medication] and has a desire to live a responsible, moral life and never succumb to psychotic episodes and not to hurt anybody ever again.”

At Your Service ~Two~

Part One

You watched Netti as she pulled down the last corner of the blanket across the mattress, proudly turning to you with a flourish. She tilted her head with a smug smirk and neared you with an air of expertise. You withheld an irritated growl and returned a sickly smile and waited for her to speak. You were far more impatient to reach the royal chambers and rectify the situation.

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Basic HUD circles in After Effects

I’ll be showing how to make simple HUD (heads-up display) circles (aka futuristic circle things) in After Effects (and without using keyframes) like these:

This tutorial is designed for people with little experience with After Effects, so theres a lot of extra explanations

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anonymous asked:

no. 20 *-* maybe solangelo?

#20- “When’s the last time you smiled?”

The pen held by an inked and tight grip scratched in a way that would most likely be described as both violent and unnecessary the couple of sentences his mind managed to come up with after what seemed hours of zero mental activity, erasing them from existence, resulting in him having to resist the urge to tear the page out of the main core for it to join all of its other fallen siblings positioned around as a constant reminder of past mistakes. Nico tried concentrating in his surroundings in an attempt to keeping his emotions born out of his frustration in check, task not that promising by the mere view of the general panorama.

The scent of recently toasted coffee that slowly made its way to his nostrils, unlike any of the other past occasions, didn’t bring peace to his soul nor did it slow down the rate of his heartbeat, if anything it made his breathing faster and sharper in a way the outside world was pretty much oblivious to, not that he really was expecting that from the others living beings sitting on tables nearby: whatever he would ask or require would be way too picky and therefore would be mostly ignored.

He didn’t blame the place, of course, it was not the fault of an unmoving building that his head didn’t feel like coming with brilliant or at least decent ideas to write down nor a way to properly put his messy thoughts into words; that didn’t mean the brown eyed wouldn’t be exceptionally mad simply by the mere existence of the universe, there was only much that he could do to realize steam that would be considered as social acceptable.

Nico was pretty sure his brain cells would quickly follow the example of the boiling water inside the metallic kettle he could hear at the distance, in the hidden section of the place that laid separated by a reddish door that seemed way too bright when compared to the general softness of the walls and decoration. He wondered how much would it actually take for him to end up succumbing under the strong pressure and stress inflicted strongly by himself.

“Here’s your order.” His thoughts were interrupted by the same voice he had grown used to hearing after months of attending the rather old fashioned coffee shop that had, in a way, become his hidden lair, the spot hidden from the outside world that usually brought upon him a weird sense of tranquility that the harsh environment of the outside never allowed him to have; that said day, however, a grey cloud seemed to follow him whenever he walked by, not having enough decency to stay outside of his sanctuary.

He looked up, separating his glance from the wrinkled pages scattered on the surface of the table, his eyes not taking long to meet a pair of blue irises framed by blond locks that shone like gold under the yellowish lights hanging from the ceiling, making it difficult to pull his stare from their curly figure.

Their interactions had begun before summer season made its big, and in some cases certainly anticipated, arrival, back when the other was simply a waiter that brought a general air of unprofessionally, managing to make his uniform look anything but polished and he was the difficult client whose attitude most likely managed to scare every other employee from the prospect of asking for his order.

They had had, once would even say, a rather rocky start that got to include, to keep it short, a considerable bunch of sarcastic remarks, not so memorable comebacks, spilled brewages and a close call of someone getting stabbed with a butter knife; however, even if the brown eyed wouldn’t say it out loud, he would certainly miss the interactions with the exterior personification of sunlight if everything were to suddenly disappear. If that were to happen with the blink of an eye, it would certainly be a change, although not one Nico would particularly like.

The sound of someone clearing up their throat brought his consciousness back to real life, soon finding himself in front of a served cup of the coffee his organism had grown fond to, accompanied by a small plate that displayed a pair of chocolate chip cookies. He was about to reach for one of the sugary treats when he noticed the shadow projected over a fraction of the table he was sitting at hadn’t moved the less.

“Want to hear a joke?” Will asked unexpectedly, breaking the Italian free from the hurricane of thoughts that had been waiting for him just around the corner of his mind, making him turn his head to look at the being directing his words to him. Nico was about to protest, even though he was certain some distraction would make the arrival headache he knew was already coming get delayed, he really wasn’t in the mood for any type of comedy. “What does a barista say to their Valentine?” He raised an eyebrow slightly, a little side smirk starting to appear on his face in anticipation before answering to his own question without a hint of hesitation. “Words cannot espresso my love for you.”

Before Nico could realize, a quiet, short laugh left his mouth as he rolled his eyes, no trace of real malice visible on his stare nor on his posture but rather something close to amusement. “That was so bad, one of the worst puns I’ve ever heard.”

Will smiled brightly, his eyes shining with unspoken pride that could easily rival the light the stars displayed above the head of the world at night. “Hey, it made you laugh, didn’t it?”

The smaller boy felt the corners of his lips tug up without him passing an order or command, almost as if they had a mentality of their own; however, even though he knew the muscles on his face were the ones making every single move, Nico couldn’t help but think the expression plastered on his features was actually product of iron hooks by the way tension began to accumulate on his cheeks in a rather painful manner. “Yes, because of how bad it was.”

Silence fell upon the scene as soon as the last syllable rolled out of his mouth, outsiders and spectators forgotten alike for his mind as the pair of vivid blue irises he had somehow grown attached to focused on his face, probably analyzing his considerably pale visage, which turned into a more yellowish coloration under the lights illuminated the establishment. Nico briefly considered intervening, being the one to pronounce his thoughts out loud first, breaking the vail of awkwardness surrounding the situation when the other spoke.

“When’s the last time you smiled?” The blond waiter ended up asking much to his surprise, not really having been expecting that kind of questioning at all. The blue eyed individual apparently translated his lack of response, both verbal as well as any physical reaction that might serve as an indicator that someone is still among the living, as a cue for him to elaborate his point even further. “At the most mundane things, the silly things that life that sometimes are considered way too dumb to laugh at.”

Nico raised an eyebrow slightly, his arms crossed but his posture missing the aura of defensiveness outsiders would have immediately linked with his image. “Do you always get this deep with all of the costumers?”

“You would say you are kind of a particular case.” Will said, his blue eyes avoiding the Italian’s curious glance as if the chocolate brown irises burned his insides or were to turn his entire being into stone before he even got to blink. The rather suspicious behavior did nothing but raise more questions from the deeps of his mind and, as a matter of fact, so did the almost unnoticeable faint of red that started to spread along the other’s cheeks, bringing out the small freckles that adorned his face. “You know, we are closing in an hour, maybe after that we could talk a little more? Perhaps outside this place?” The blond asked as he absently played with a loose thread coming from his apron, a not that subtle hint of nervousness present on his voice.

“Fine, with one condition.”

Will leaned closer to him slightly, his eyes shining like just polished sapphires. “What it is?”

“No more horrible puns, I hear a joke about coffee beans and I’m out.” He answered, cracking a little side smirk which, Nico was almost certain, showed to what extend his words were to be taken seriously. The dark haired felt his face warming out when a gentle chuckle escaped from the other’s lips.



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Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Natasha.

Clint: Hi.

Clint: Natasha.

Clint: Hello.

Clint: It’s me.

Clint: Your favorite Archer.

Clint: Naaaaat.


Clint: Say that really fast and it’s just nanananananananananananana.

Clint: reply pls.

Clint: pls.

Clint: tasha


Clint: Okay so you weren’t ignoring me?

Natasha: No…

Natasha: You’re supposed to be covering Wanda, not chatting!

Clint: I am! Plus Vision is not letting her leave his sight….  OR SHOULD I SAY NOT LEAVE HIS LINE OF VISION! BA DUM TSSSS!

Natasha: I’m blocking you.

Clint: No wait!

Clint: I have a question.

Tony has joined the chat.

Tony: Clint why are you using your phone?! Use the optical head-mounted display I designed for when we’re on missions.

Clint: … the what

Bruce has joined the chat.

Bruce: It’s like Tony’s helmet. You’d be able to see the chat and reply by speaking.

Natasha: Always ready to answer questions…

Clint: … why didn’t anyone tell me about this?

Natasha: I thought you knew about it.

Steve has joined the chat.


Steve: I don’t see why we can’t use our comms instead of this, Tony.

Tony: EMOJI SUPPORT. 🖕 (middle finger emoji)

Steve: 🖕 (middle finger emoji again)

Tony: 🖕 (and again)

Steve: 🖕 (once more)

Bruce: I’m shocked, Steve.

Natasha: Gasp! I always thought our precious Steve was a saint!

Wanda has joined the chat.

Wanda: Why is Clint sitting in a corner texting? I don’t think that’s very safe.

Clint: If only someone told me about the new invention I wouldn’t be. If only. Back to my question.

Natasha: Shoot.

Clint: WHEN DID WE RECRUIT THE AVATAR? She took out not one, not two, BUT 10 GUYS BY JUST EARTH BENDING OR WHATEVER. She’s got this. We don’t even need to be on this mission.

Wanda: That’s Y/N. She’s probably my favorite Avenger now.

Steve: I thought I was your favorite…

Wanda: Besides Steve.

Tony: And…?

Wanda: And Tony.

Natasha: :(

Wanda: Okay, you’re all my favorite!

Clint: She makes Thor, the mighty Thor, look weak.

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Steve: dot dot dot

Steve: How did you guys do that?!

Bruce: LOL shame.

Clint: I’m sorry but… I… You’re mighty, Thor. Very mighty.

Thor: I am just jesting! Yes, Lady Y/N is quite powerful indeed.

Steve: She’s been a member of the team for… 3 weeks now?

Natasha: Yeah, I’m honestly very surprised that you didn’t know, Clint.



Clint: WATER.

Bruce: Only Clint would describe that as being slapped with water.

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Sam: Steve ON YOUR LEFT!


Sam: Revenge is mine.

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: Steve tell Sam to stop saying “Falcon Punch!” every time he punches someone.

Sam: I’m not.


Bucky: The proof is there, Steve. PROOF.



Bucky: Oh my god.

Y/N has joined the chat.

Y/N: Why does Sam keep shouting that?

Sam: I’m not!

Y/N: Sam honey, you do realize the chat is voice controlled? Whatever you say will show here.

Clint: Water. Earth. Fire. Air.

Bucky: How is he an Avenger?



Steve: Concentrate on the mission!

Tony: We should have left them at home.


Bucky: STOP IT!




Clint: Long ago, Bucky and Sam lived together in harmony.  Then everything changed when the Falcon Nation attacked.




Steve: Sam stop hitting Bucky! Bucky, don’t hit Sam!

Wanda: … And we call Peter a kid…

Sam: I didn’t do anything!

Bucky: The proof is right there!




Y/N has been disconnected.

Clint: Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop Sam.  But when Bucky needed her most, she vanished.

Bruce: Is Y/N okay?

Tony: It’s time the other guy made an appearance. Y/N needs help near the warehouse.

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Sam: Stop copying me.

Steve: You two are grounded.

Steve: No more missions for the next 2 months.

Tony: Why can’t they be like Peter? He’s so well behaved.

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Clint: Three weeks passed and I discovered the new recruit, an airbender named Y/N, and although her airbending skills are great, she still has a lot to learn before she’s ready to save Bucky.


Wanda: I take it the mission is over? Since we’ve defeated everyone. Well, Sam still has to defeat Bucky.


Natasha: Why can’t we have normal missions anymore?

Tony: What fun would that be? They’re literally just swatting each others hands. No actual slaps. It looks like a fight between two kids.

Y/N: Nope, kids can fight better than that.

Tony: True.

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Steve: Nat, get Bruce and we’ll regroup at the jet.

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Steve: Y/N, get Bucky. I’ll get Sam.

Thor: Is Lady Y/N going to float Sir Barnes in the air while Sir Rogers carries Sir Wilson away like a mother would carry their child?

Y/N: Yes.

Steve: Yes.

Thor: I would like to witness this.

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Steve has left the chat.

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Clint: But I believe Y/N can save Bucky.

Wanda: Clint Vision says stop being weird.

Clint: Tell Vision he’s grounded with Bucky and Sam.

Wanda: He says sorry.

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Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: Hi there.

Clint: Hello, Wade.

Wade: How embarrassing. He thinks I’m talking to him.

Clint: We’re the only ones in the chat!

Wade: I just want to let you know that the Author will be on hiatus for a short while.

Wade: But once she’s back, there shall be the DC/Marvel crossover AND the new recruits chat.

Wade: Which I’ll be in both, of course.

Clint: What crossover?

Wade: So stay tuned for that!

Wade: Do you think Clint would get along with the Green Arrow?

Wade: Hahahahaha probably not.

Clint: Who?

Wade: I’m looking forward to seeing Clark.

Clint: Who?

Wade: What about you? Maybe batsy?

Clint: Who?

Wade: I know some of you are looking forward to uh

Wade: Barney Alan.

Wade: Berry Alien.

Wade: Betty Aladdin.

Wade: Whatever, he’s fast okay.

Clint: WHO?

Wade: Are you an owl now, Clint? Don’t be rude. Can’t you see I’m having a conversation over here!

Clint has left the chat.

Wade: Remember short hiatus. Till then, beautiful reader!

Wade has left the chat.