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Stony Thanksgiving Fic Recs!

Happy Turkey Day!  Hope you have a lot to be thankful for this year.  One thing I continue to be thankful for is this wonderful fandom and the amazing authors, artists and other creators who fill it with such wonderful things and our readers and consumers who make creating such a joy. 

Here are some fic recs with a Thanksgiving theme for you to enjoy, whether you are traveling or staying home.  Please remember to THANK YOUR AUTHORS for their hard work with COMMENTS AND KUDOS!

Avengers First Thanksgiving by kellebelle:  Someone had suggested all of them sit down together for a Thanksgiving dinner. Tony, who had been tinkering with a new communication device, suddenly found himself the focus of five sets of eyes and he had to pause for a moment to remember why. Oh, right. Thanksgiving.

Clucking: A Turkey ABO by @itstheclimb; My friend and I were talking about ABO and what it would be like if the base tropes weren’t based on a wolf/dog, but on some other animal. I got dared to write a sexy turkey ABO. This is that fic. (not strictly Thanksgiving, but come ON!)  

Why Tony Stark Hates Autumn, but Loves the Fall by Fluffypanda:  Mother Nature seems to be doing everything in her power to remind Tony why he hates Autumn, then he smacks into someone who’ll change his mind.

Everything to be Thankful For by Fluffypanda:  Steve gets ready for Thanksgiving, there might be some pining involved.

A Very Special Avengers Thanksgiving (or Tony Just Doesn’t Know How To Cook At All) by cherryfeather: "Um,“ Steve said eloquently. He stood frozen in the door to the kitchen, staring at Tony."Ah,” Tony said, glancing over his shoulder. “Shit. Uh.” After a brief, awkward look around, he grinned breezily, forcing his usual flippant smile. “Hey, Steve. Don’t–don’t…come in, okay?”“No,” Steve agreed, taking in the complete and utter disaster that had been made of the kitchen.

Hotline by @copperbadge:  Steve knows a lot about cooking and he loves to help people. The job was a natural fit.

Belonging by shinysylver:  Steve should have known that spending Thanksgiving with Tony wouldn’t exactly go as expected.

Holiday Indulgence by Moonykins:  It’s Thanksgiving and Tony can’t help but indulge a little. Or a lot.

Spongebob, Garfield and a Mark VIII Suit by sheafrotherdon:  Thanksgiving, 1933; Thanksgiving, 2012.

 Happy Thanksgiving! by avengersincamphalfbloodstardis:  “Tony?” Steve demanded into the phone, plugging his other ear with his fingers. “Tony, what’s going on?”
“Well,” Tony yelled. “I blew up the toaster, the microwave is sentient, and the electric knife is trying to unionize the silverware drawer, but-”
There was the noise of a spraying fire extinguisher.
“-got everything under control-”
“Tony-” Steve said again.
“We’re gonna diiiiiie!” Clint wailed in the background. “We’re gonna die because Stark’s turkey knife thought it should make time and a half on Thanksgiving!”

Astro!Chat AU (?)

Ok, this doesn’t even have a title and this is just a preview of the first chapter but here *throws words* tell me what you think. (If you need a warning of any kind look at tags for semi-spoiler of the plot)

There’s always an eerie feeling when something goes wrong. Like you can hear the ticking of clocks slow to a stop; feel a dizziness as though suddenly the earth was wobbling out of balance. Suddenly you’re overcome with what you’re experiencing; there’s an ultra focus on that particular moment and yet you don’t feel you’re really there at all. Which is why the crowd’s murmurs went unnoticed as Ladybug sat unmovingly and hunched over. Her earrings screamed in her ears again, but she didn’t even flinch. Nothing around her mattered; everything was caving in.

“Please… please.”

Her whimpers fell quiet and pathetic on the ears of onlookers. It felt wrong to see her so weak. However, not nearly as wrong as seeing the limp frame she was cradling.

“This isn’t fair.” Ladybug shook her head violently. How dare the sun shine so brightly? How dare the birds sing? Why was time continuing for everyone else while she was stuck here?

Alya stood in the front row of the people encircled around Ladybug; her hands keeping the recording phone up only by absent habit. She didn’t snap out of her horrified daze until the crowd behind her stirred and she was being shoved out of the way.

“Out of my way, and leave while you’re at it,” a tall figure emerged in front of Alya; the voice and stature unmistakable.

Footsteps brought Ladybug’s attention up to the intruder, “Mr. Agreste? What are you doing here?” She sounded torn between being perplexed and offended.

Gabriel only stared down at her. His eyes were colder than usual, but Ladybug sensed a deep message was trying to be conveyed.

He crouched down beside her; his lips parting with a stern quiver, “Get away… from my son,” his voice attempted to be a frustrated growl but was more of a cry for help.

Ladybug’s eyes hardened, “What?”

Gabriel leaned over and touched the golden hairs of… that… thing… that empty shape that wasn’t real.

Ladybug took a shaky breath, “You mean… he’s your-”

Gabriel glared at Ladybug; answering her question thoroughly.

Finally, Gabriel reached underneath Chat Noir’s knees and upper back; slowly leveling himself back to his feet. Before she could lose herself down another spiral, Ladybug managed, “I’m so sorry… I thought we’d won. I didn’t see-”

“Please, be quiet.”

Gabriel turned - this time the crowd parted for him - and he left without another word. With her heartbeat ringing loudly in her ears, the sound of Ladybug’s earrings’ last cries were drowned out. Alya took no time putting her phone down and rushing to Ladybug’s side as hot tears traced like acid down her face.

“Come on, Ladybug. This isn’t the time to reveal your identity to everyone.”

Ok, let’s all take a moment to ignore Aspen and focus on the texture of this guy’s bloody pod. I dunno why I figure their pods were made out of some type of hard walnut or whatever, but this thing is made out of fur! What in the name of Dean Winchester did they skin to make this thing!?! 😫😫😫😫😫

i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later. 

Dean barely notices when Sam runs into the house to investigate the nephilim situation. His eyes dart this way and that, taking in the tattered, broken wingspan spread out before him.

All of the times that he lost Cas, he never saw his wings. Not once. And it feels so…final.

Dean’s lips tremble as he casts his gaze upwards towards where he knows heaven is watching. He wonders if the angels care. He wonders if God cares.

He knows Chuck probably isn’t even in heaven, and maybe he has his ears turned off while he’s having the family meeting to end all family meetings with Amara, but he tries anyway. He wants to beg, bargain, and scream, but he’s not sure he can speak. He sends up a plea, his lips mouthing silent prayers.

The air is still. Too still. Deathly still.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and slumps down to the ground. He bows his head down, but he can’t yet bear to look. Not yet. Not again.

He breathes, and it feels like a monumental effort. He is hyper aware of being alive, of his lungs filling with oxygen and expelling carbon dioxide, and suddenly he thinks he might understand why yoga helps to clear the mind. Maybe he’ll take it up. He could do with a nice, clear mind after…after…

He opens his eyes. Cas is there, but he isn’t.

Dean swallows against the burning lump in his throat as he reaches a hand out. Hand touches hand. One is cold.

Dean stares at the eyes and wills them to open as he curls his fingers around the still, cold hand. And finally, after much effort, he finds that he can speak.

“Please,” Dean pleads, his voice smaller than he thinks it has ever been. “Please. Cas. I need you.”

No. That’s not right. That’s not enough.

“I love you.”

Too late. He says it, finally, after all of these years, and it falls on deaf ears. Ears that will never hear those words.

Dean’s eyes sting. “Come back. Like you always do.” His voice cracks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Please come back.”

The world is still. Too still.

He’s not coming back this time.

Dean folds himself over Cas’s body and finally allows himself to break.


Supernatural S13E01 “Lost and Found”

Favourite and understated Jensen Ackles acting moment: As he’s preparing Castiel’s body for the funeral pyre, Dean almost breaks down from emotion, closing his eyes and hanging his head. His entire body language screams defeat, despair and grief. He then visibly has to pull himself back together in order to keep going.

I really thought I was obsessed with Power Rangers because of a cute ship in it but no, turns out I’m actually, absolutely, COMPLETELY in love with all of them and how much they love each other. It really makes me emotional and happy. Like, I never could read fics other than about my ship but this movie?? I’d read 10k words of Jason comforting Trini after her Mother yelled at her once again, of Zack and Billy having a sleepover and talking about how much they love their Moms and getting emotional about their Dads and then playing video games all night, of Kim and Zack going to see gore horror movies together because none of the others can stomach it and it becomes a monthly tradition, of them all stuck in a car to go camping, blasting music and badly singing (yelling) the entire way. These five characters are just so good I JUST LOVE THIS MOVIE A LOT.

more things I drew while eating sweets

anonymous asked:

Can I ask why you ship kamisero? This is not to be mean, I just can't remember a lot of their interactions in the manga or anime and would love to be reminded of why they work well as a couple

!!!!! Ooookay this is kind of a weird question for me and I don’t really know how to properly answer because… uhm… they’re kind of always together?? Actually??? I mean they haven’t really been the protagonists in any arc so it’s mostly background stuff but when they appear they’re more often than not together - here, have some panels I’ve found skimming real fast through the parts I remembered them being there

(+Mina!!! squad moment heck yes!!)

(+Kiri!!! more squad moments!!!!!!!)

(real talk more often than not if Kami and Mineta are in the same place Sero is right there with them, I try to pretend that’s not true but alas)

(+Baku!!! Even more squad moments!!!! This one’s from an extra, I can’t find the translated version anymore - rip - but they’re trying to get Baku to play the thumb game I’m gonna cry this squad will kill me)

also on the cover of Vol 4 👌👌👌

The thing about me shipping them is that as I said I do prefer them as friends, which they are and it’s adorable, but I’m always up for entertaining the idea of good friends in romantic relationships so I’m 👍👍👍 about KamiSero too haha

Life is like a camera. Focus on what’s important, capture the good times, develop from the negatives, and if things don’t work out – take another shot.