from the looks of it she goes to him immediately

Best Comedic Moments of IT (2017)
  • “Best feeling ever!” “Really? Try tickling your pickle for the first time”
  • New kid on the block Ben listening to New Kids on the Block (And making references to their songs and hanging up a poster that he tries to hide)
  • Bill trying to come up with a lie to Eddie’s mom about where they’re going and he goes “I got a new uhhhhh” and then Richie jumps in “A new croquet set!" 
  • Eddie going to kiss his mom goodbye and Richie going "Do you want one from me too Mrs. K?” as Eddie pushes him out the door
  • Pennywise calling Ben “Egg boy”
  • When they found Betty Ripson’s shoe in the sewers and Richie goes “How do you think Betty feels? Running around these tunnels with only one freaking shoe” while hopping up and down with one foot in the air 
  • “It’s in my second fanny pack” “Why do you have two fanny packs?!" 
  • When Eddie is dressing Ben’s cuts from Henry and Richie goes "You have to suck the wound before you apply the bandage, this is 101!” and Eddie just flat out replies “You don’t know what you’re talking about”
  • “The list is longer than my wang!” “That’s not saying much” Stan freaking roasting Richie 
  • The beautiful aesthetic shot of Bev jumping off the cliff with this soft pretty music playing in the background as Richie screams “WHAT THE FUCK”
  • Ben asking if they want to see more of his research about the missing kids and the history of Derry and Eddie violently shaking his head 
  • “Derry started as a beaver trapping camp” “Still is AM I RIGHT BOYS?” Richie going for a high five and getting REJECTED 
  • When Richie is put on lookout outside Bev’s apartment and asks “What if her dad comes back?” and Stan is just DONE and goes “Do what you always do: Start talking!" 
  • "Trash the trashmouth!" 
  • "The sink went all Eddie’s mom’s vagina”
  • When they’re all talking about their experiences with IT and Richie goes “Wait can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I’m not seeing this shit?" 
  • When the losers saw Mike’s bike and all ran to help immediately and Stan took the extra three seconds to kick his bike stand down 
  • Richie yelling "ROCK WAR” and immediately getting hit in the face 
  • Richie trying to steal and play the horn from the marching band guy in the background during a serious scene 
  • “I saw a leper…… It was like a walking infection”
  • When Stan brings up the woman that IT transformed into for him and Richie just goes “Is she hot?”
  • When Bill asked who wants to stay out of Neibolt House to keep watch and everyone raised their hands (“Fuck” -Richie) 
  • “Can’t believe I pulled the short straw. You guys are lucky we’re not measuring dicks" 
  • Pennywise saying "Beep beep Richie” immediately before attacking him 
  • 3 doors labeled “Very scary” “Scary” and “Not scary at all” with Bill and Richie looking directly at each other before running to “Not scary at all”
  • After Eddie broke his arm and Richie went “I’m gonna snap it back into place!” and Eddie just yelled “Do not fucking touch me!”
  • “Who invited Molly Ringwald?”
  • When Richie yelled that Ben was leaking Hamburger Helper
  • “See that guy I’m hitting? I’m pretending it’s you” Richie while playing the arcade game when Bill came to talk to him after their fight 
  • When Eddie went to confront his mom about his meds being placebos “THEY’RE GAZEBOS! THEY’RE BULLSHIT!”
  • Richie trying to break the bottle against the railing so he has a weapon but then the entire thing just shattered
  • Pennywise’s weirdass dance 
  • “And now I’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown!” END MY LIFE BEST MOMENT OF THE MOVIE
  • “WELCOME TO THE LOSERS CLUB, ASSHOLE!” RICHIE RIGHT BEFORE HITTING PENNYWISE WITH THE BASEBALL BAT
  • “I know what I’m doing for my summer experience essay” Richie right after the final confrontation with IT
Lady Gaga's Superbowl setlist leaked!!!

Lights go out, the crowd goes silent. A huge unicorn appears onstage. The gays flock on the field wearing nothing but relics from the “Artpop” era. Suddenly, a voice echoes throughout the stadium: “It doesn’t matter if you love him, or capital H I M” A republican drops dead. The unicorn explodes, releasing a cloud of glitter and grease. Tom Brady chokes on this eleganza. Gaga emerges wearing nothing but an American flag. She sings the first verse and chorus of “Born this Way”, immediately destroying every nuclear weapon in the world. She stops, looks straight at the camera: “My name is lady Gaga, but you can call me Joanne”. An electric guitar bursts into flames while Gaga belts out “Perfect Illusion”, dismantling the white supremacy. The song suddenly fades out into “Manicure” for fifteen seconds. A dance interlude storms onstage, while the “Venus” chants morphs into “Dance in the Dark”. An exorcism is performed live onstage. The démon rises up, followed by “Bad Romance”. The Wesboro Baptist Church disappears into oblivion. GOP is drowned into hot cheetos, which allows time for Cher to become the first female US president. The new United States of America is reborn to the tune of “Poker Face”, sung as a duet with Tony Bennett. Lady Gaga kicks a football and score a touchdown. Texas becomes officially gay™. The performance ends, as Tony Bennett drops his flesh suit to reveal… BEYONCÉ!!! “Téléphone Part 2/Judas/Video Phone” mash up grants three wishes to every person who ever bought “Joanne” and watched “AHS: Hotel”. Laganja Estranja death drops on Joe Biden’s face. Lady Gaga shoots fireworks from her Versace boobs while singing “The edge of Glory”, effectively ending homophobia everywhere in the world. The stadium erupts in applause, as Lady Gaga’s voice fades away, singing the iconic bridge from “Applause”. A jock in the audience turns to Barack Obama wearing a rainbow jacket, and whispers “She did that.” Obama answers “yes, she did.” Iconic.

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characterization, filters, and characterization to be found in the lack of filters

Talking about Jane earlier got me thinking, you know, Jane is not at all the only character that uses this device to show off the less desirable traits lurking in the psyche of all these damaged teens. Like. So many characters have these lurking deep seated issues that stay hidden deep down because the characters are pretty good at projecting a less damaged and more together version of themselves. 

If that sounds familiar it’s because it’s a fucking outrageously relatable quality and part of what makes the Homestuck characters RESONATE so much. Why they feel like they have all this dimension and depth that makes us grab on to them and never want to let go. 

I’m just going to run through some examples here while I’m thinking about it. The first OBVIOUSLY since thinking about her is what got me going on this – Jane. Crockertier Jane removing the layers of self-imposed filter on Jane’s festering insecurity, entitlement issues, jealousy and so on. I’ve already talked enough about that today.

Grimbark Jade! You notice Jade says what she’s thinking WAY more easily while she’s mind controlled, and she still sounds like herself – she sounds kinda like she does when she’s owning Karkat repeatedly, doesn’t she? Because angry Jade has that same effect of pushing her nice girl filter aside and letting the angry witch (not a cutesy slur, her literal witch class) within fly free. Grimbark Jade tells us that behind that nice girl front Jade Harley actually thinks some pretty uncharitable thoughts sometimes, she just keeps a tight fucking lid on it because – well, don’t most people? Relatable as fuck. 

Jadesprite! Since we’re talking about Jade anyway. Jade likes to think she has everything together, that her visions from Skaia and her scientific prowess and the tools her Grandpa left her are more than enough to handle everything that comes her way, she’s independent, she’s capable, she’s certainly never LONELY oh no of course not certainly never CRUSHINGLY OVERWHELMED by the responsibility of her own existence nah those are weak feelings for weak girls who aren’t as awesome as Jade! And then – Jadesprite. Why do you think Jade got SO ANGRY at Jadesprite? Because she was being confronted with something she knew deep down was a reflection of weaknesses in herself (totally normal ones that her later arc reinforced were a mistake to pretend weren’t there – Loneliness and fear and regret are all tied in with Jade’s character progression and learning how to deal with those things is where I imagine her arc would have gone if Homstuck’s ending hadn’t been the literary equivalent of chopping off a limb and cauterizing the wound.) Jadesprite is Jade without the filter of implacable strength Jade imposes on herself to fuckin cope with living on a hell island with the stuffed corpse of her grandpa who she grew up thinking literally killed himself at BEST.  god damn

Davesprite. Dave Strider with a slow long agonizing depressing arc wherein he realizes his coolkid persona won’t make anyone think of him as their best friend anymore, and in the absence of the security that persona afforded him when he was The Real Dave he has no idea what to do with himself. He’s lost, he feels aimless, untethered, incapable of being happy – and yes, Davesprite is his own character, but you can still infer a lot from Dave’s character about him – for instance, how he completely ties his self worth up in how useful he is to his friends or how worthwhile they find him and has no idea how to even BEGIN the hard journey of looking within for worth instead of relying eternally on changeable external sources. Davesprite is Dave not WITHOUT a filter but certainly with a VERY DIFFERENT one.

Homestuck does this with almost every single damn character on its roster at some point. Shows a version of them with a different or lesser or completely missing filter to highlight flaws and issues and internal struggles of all kinds. 

Homestuck is a damn deep dive into an exercise about analyzing nature vs nurture and what we’re predisposed to do and what comes from within and what is put upon us by forces out of our control, and how that line is blurry and messy and everyone has the potential to be either the worst or best version of themselves. Even Caliborn was given a choice. Hussie-The-Character explained it to him at great painstaking length. 

There are so many other examples. Jasprose is Rose without a filter, and the way Jasprose goes around gleefully calling every hot girl she sees hot and delighting smugly in knowing more than just about anyone else and lording over the information and playing smarter-than-thou games – that tells us a LOT about Rose! A LOT about what sort of urges Rose tamps down on every day in an effort to just be fucking cool! 

I bet you have things like this with yourself, right? Doesn’t everyone?

Tricksters! Look at how they act. They’re not themselves but there is plenty to glean from them. Jane immediately goes for Jake, the object of her desire, to pursue an exaggerated version of her idealized future. Trickster Jake is a passive fucking ragdoll who immediately acquiesces to everything everyone demands of him because their happiness becomes his happiness – Jake hates confrontation, so Trickster Jake is just a fucking doormat. Roxy goes for Jake AND Dirk because divorced from the guilt she normally feels for harboring desire toward either one of them she knows exactly what she wants! ETC ETC. Of course they would never do any of this shit if they weren’t high as balls and incapable of understanding the meaning of the word “consequence.” That’s the point. Seeing what they do in this situation is an interesting window in!

Brain Ghost Dirk is a version of Jake (yes, of Jake, not Dirk) without a specific filter Jake runs his own personality through before he’s comfortable presenting it to others, and you’ll notice, it’s EXTREMELY biting and critical sometimes. Jake knows what he’s about. He just buries it most of the time because that’s easier than dealing with it. 

I could seriously keep going. 

Homestuck loves to show us what our favorites do and say and ARE when basic filters go out the window. Those filters that most of us employ to make other people believe we don’t all have intrusive thoughts or bad desires or just plain old weaknesses we’re ashamed of and want to keep hidding at costs – or that we occasionally think things or think about doing things we would never ever ever do in real life are demolished or changed or temporarily suspended. 

It’s brilliant tbh. It lets us see facets of characters that would normally never really get full spotlight reveals by their very nature, especially with protagonists. 

Vriska vs (Vriska) – (Vriska) is just Vriska with some more self awareness and more willingness to let down her self-imposed filter and actually examine the shit she wants and why because watching Aranea fuck the timeline over out of motivations eerily similar to her own hardcore shook her enough to develop in that direction. (which makes sense since HER original motivations are copying Mindfang who IS alt-aranea lmao I love Homestuck)  (Vriska) is still Vriska, it’s just a very very different lens through which to view her character. 

blah blah blah blah etc there are so many examples

anyway I love Homestuck and good character writing what up

What Lovers Do: Part 1

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have a friend with benefits relationship with the Winter Soldier himself: Bucky Barnes. You two have gotten the routine down: wake up, train, mission, come home, have sex, then act like nothing happened. It’s worked for you for a while now. But now that Bucky’s starting to see someone seriously, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

Warnings: implications of smut, ANGST

A/N: I got too excited so I decided to just post the first part today! If you want to be tagged in the series, please send me an ASK. EDIT: Tagging is now CLOSED. 


You and Bucky laid on the bed, naked, sweaty and panting. You just went three rounds of your “bedroom exercises”. You stared at the ceiling still in the post-sex haze.

“I’m seeing someone.” Bucky sais breaking the silence.

You turn your head to look at him, but he continues to stare at the ceiling, “Oh?”

“I think it’s getting serious.”

Your mouth suddenly feels really dry. You knew this would happen eventually, but you figured you’d be the one to break it off. Not Bucky. You wished it was you to find someone. But no. You couldn’t. Not when the guy you just had sex with was the one for you.

“What’s her name?” You looked at him teasingly, trying to hide the pain.

Bucky smiled, “Melissa, but she goes by Mellie.” Bucky turns to you and props his head on his hand, “Y/N, she’s so beautiful, kind, and funny. She knows about my past and she accepts me for who I am. It’s-It’s so amazing. She’s so amazing.”

You have him a small smile, the smile not reaching your eyes, “I’m happy for you, Buck.”

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Mom, I'm so sorry

So, I don’t know if anyone has noticed this yet, but during the Stay Alive Reprise, when Eliza goes, “Who did this, Alexander, did you know?” It seemed pretty clear that she was getting ready to lay into the poor bastard, but Philip immediately chimes in and tells her he’s sorry, which draws her attention away from his father. My theory here is that after the Reynolds Pamphlet, Eliza and Alex were obviously estranged and it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if they did argue, especially over the children seeing how Pip looked up to Alex. So, what if, him for that one moment of not allowing his mother to berate his father was a last ditch effort to show that they had more important things to worry about like their children?

Okay but imagine socially awkward and closed off Alexander Gideon Lightwood is actually amazing with kids:

  • Babies love Alec. One day Izzy rushes in with an infant that is .1 seconds from exploding and just throws the baby into Alec’s arms while Clary, Simon, and Magnus look on in confusion. But Jace just laughs and goes “Do your thing baby whisperer” and Alec just smiles down gently runs a soft finger down the babies cheeks all the while making a little humming noise and the child just immediately goes silent. Magnus possibly dies on spot.
  • But it doesn’t really stop there because all kids just seem to love him. They find Madzie and take her away from Iris and the entire time she clings to Alec. Who is more than content to prop her on his shoulder or on his lap. Basically he walks with her propped on his hip as he quietly shows her the institution.
  • Luke hear’s about these abilities and he brings Alec around to deal with some of the pups in his pack who go a bit stir crazy around the time of the moon. The pup’s demand that Alec become an official member of the pack, the Nephilim can’t have him. 
  • And the Lightwoods first realized this with Izzy. She was a difficult baby especially when it came to sleeping and nothing seemed to put her to sleep. That is until three year old Alec crawled out of bed one night and gently reached towards his little sisters hand her whimpers stilling.
  • Max’s first word was Alec. Honestly Maryse and Robert couldn’t even be mad because really what did they expect.

Okay but guys, some (sibling) Amanda/Lucien bonding after Lucien also gets accepted to Horne Institute for the Arts (he’s actually, surprisingly, really good at painting):

  • the first time Amanda’s roommate meets Lucien, she walks into their dorm room to find him passed out on Amanda’s bed. The poor roommate has no idea what to do, so she texts Amanda like “there’s a guy in your bed”. And Amanda replies almost immediately that “Oh, yeah, that’s Lucien. His roommate kicked him out to have sex, so he needed somewhere to crash. Don’t worry, he’s harmless.” That calms the roommate down a bit, but she doesn’t want to accidentally wake him, so she gathers her homework and goes to work on it in the common room.
  • the next day, Amanda’s friends are all giggling and gossiping about her cute “boyfriend.” And when Amanda overhears, she’s just kinda really confused like “…I don’t have a boyfriend???” And when her friends bring up Lucien, the look of utter disgust that crosses her face has them all in stitches. “He’s my little brother,” she corrects, and the conversation immediately goes from “oh my gosh your boyfriend is so cute” to “PLEASE LET ME DATE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER”
  • Lucien is absolutely terrible at making friends, so he spends the first month or so hanging around at Amanda’s dorm. He becomes such a constant presence there that half of the residents there are convinced he lives there as well and that he just tends to forget his keys a lot, and most of them will let him in if they see him standing outside.
  • Lucien will totally skip classes to make the 14 hour drive back to Maple Bay with Amanda on the anniversary of Alex’s death so that she can visit his grave. Their parents don’t exactly approve of it, but they don’t say no either.
  • Amanda does kickboxing. So when she finds out that Lucien’s new boyfriend is cheating on him, she lands that bitch in the hospital. Lucien protests that he could totally have done it himself, but Amanda insists that it’s her duty as an older sister.
  • Amanda is pretty popular with the guys in her classes, but most of them are scared away when they see her with Lucien or any of his friends (who all adore this dangerous, spunky little ball of fiery wrath). In the end, she actually ends up dating one of Lucien’s friends who likes to act all badass and punk, but gets adorably flustered whenever he’s around her and likes to buy her flowers and stuff, and probably asks Lucien if he’s okay with it before asking Amanda out because he may have a crush on Amanda but Lucien’s friendship is important to him too.
  • The two of them totally invite their friends over to their place for like a week or two of summer break. Damien and MC promptly adopt all of them.
Dull Aches

Summary: Dan has been experiencing headaches but doesn’t want to worry Phil so he keeps it to himself until he can’t anymore
Word count: 2.7k
A/N:
uh hi, i don’t know what this is, it’s unedited, I wrote it in about two hours, there’s a lot of medical terminology and it might not be 100% accurate and it shows how bad i am with endings woo pls read


Tw: hospital, injury, seizures It started off as a dull throbbing in his temples that came and went every few weeks. He’d wake up with a slight pain and groan in annoyance at it’s occurrence, pop a paracetamol and be on his way with his day.

He’s had these headaches for a while now, for at least the last three months; maybe longer.  But they weren’t a big deal. He wasn’t worried about them and he didn’t want Phil to worry. Phil is a hypochondriac and would search for Dan’s symptoms on Google and diagnose with brain cancer before Dan could even blink. A slight exaggeration but not far stretched.


The pain started getting worse over the course of the next month, it was probably stressed related. They had announced their second world tour and a lot of the venues needed to be confirmed and ticketing needed some extra information. Emails were being rapidly sent and they were constantly talking to someone on the phone. He needed to film another video for his main channel, it was his turn to edit the gaming video and he was working with a charity to help with cyberbullying.


“Dan” Phil snapped his fingers in front of Dan’s face, close enough to startle him out of a daydream. Dan blinked slowly and realised they were filming, the Sims open on the computer in front of him and the camera on “You just completely zoned out”

“Sorry” Dan smiled apologetically. A sharp stabbing sensation drumming into the back of his head. “Okay what were we doing again?”

“Choosing Dil’s dog” Phil looked at him, analysed him in a way that made Dan uncomfortable. “Are you okay? You look quite pale”

“I’m fine” Dan smiles again and scrolls down the list of dogs available “We could get Dil a fox”

“A fox is not a dog” Phil says. They focus on filming for another hour, Phil doesn’t mention it and Dan doesn’t bring it up.



A steady beep is filled the room, he can’t see anything in this room.  There’s yelling and noise everywhere.

“He needs-”

“Help”

Hands are all over his body, touching him and he wants to yell for Phil but he can’t open his mouth. Lights are appearing in patches of red and orange, his eyes must be shut. Where’s Phil? He needs him. He wants Phil. He wants Phil. He wants -


“Dan!” Phil’s loud voice brings Dan out of this dream.  A dream that felt so real. But Phil’s here, Phil’s here and gripping onto his bicep like his life depended on it. “You were shaking in your sleep and you kicked me awake, what happened?”

“Bad dream” is all Dan says before shifting his body closer to Phil’s just to make sure he was really there. He was. Phil was lying next to him in their king size bed, wearing his Star Wars pyjama bottoms and an old Pokemon shirt, hair tousled like he’d been moving around in his sleep and eyes unfocused. It was comforting knowing how normal this is, how normal it is for them to sleep in the same bed and bring the other back to reality.

“Did you want to talk about it?” Phil asks, voice thick with sleep. At any other time Dan would think it was sexy, arousing even but right now it was anything but.

“I couldn’t find you” is all Dan says before Phil’s got his arm around Dan’s body and bringing him closer than they already were.

“You’ll always find me”



He feels like he’s walking in a dream world. He feels hazy and everything around him isn’t real. The cereal he’s pouring doesn’t feel right, he feels like he’s not pouring it but someone else is. He doesn’t remember getting the bowl out of the cupboard or the spoon out of the utensil drawer nor does he remember getting the milk out of the fridge or what cereal is his. He feels like he’s on autopilot and then Phil’s standing next to him.


“Eating my cereal today are we?” Phil teases “Payback for me eating yours?”

“Yeah” Dan says back, a little laugh in his voice like he took Phil’s cereal on purpose rather than on accident “You cereal thief”

“Lucky for you I’m in a toast mood today” Phil takes the loaf of bread out of the bread bin sitting next to the microwave “Toasty toast with butter and marmalade for the gods, I would make sweet, sweet love to marmalade if I could”

“You could” Dan picks up the bowl of cereal he doesn’t remember making and makes his way to the dining room table “But say good bye to making sweet, sweet love to me because I’m sure as hell not letting a marmalade dick anywhere near me” He ignores the squawks coming from Phil as he smiles to himself and sits at his chair.


“He’s going to be okay, right?”


“Did you say something?” Dan asks Phil, his body swiveling to face his boyfriend.

“No?” Phil furrows his eyebrows and looked cautiously over the top of his glasses. Now Dan is confused, he had clearly heard someone asking if he’s going to be okay, not even knowing who he is, and the only other someone in this apartment is Phil. “Did you hear something?”

“No, must’ve been something else” Dan smiles reassuringly as Phil keeps looking over at him. He didn’t want Phil to worry. He never wants to make him worry. He brings his pointer finger up to his temple and rubs it softly, trying to ease the ache that’s starting. It’s fine.



Dan’s filming a gaming video when he starts tasting petrol or something very similar to the smell of a service station. He crinkles his nose at the taste and reaches down to the floor to have a drink of water that he’d brought in with him. He coughs as the taste of petrol stays in his mouth and Phil stops playing the game knowing this would be edited out.

“Ready to continue?” Phil asks taking a sip of water himself. Dan coughs again, almost retches at the taste in his mouth and nods, picking up the controller and continuing like nothing was wrong.

Except something was wrong. They filmed for another half an hour, the awful taste in his mouth never leaving and they’ve had to pause three more times so he could drink some water and cough. There’s a distant ringing in his ears, this sometimes happens when the game has been too loud so he reaches up and scratches at his ears nonchalantly in an attempt to stop the ringing.

The pain in his head is back, pounding away from all directions. He thought the previous migraine was bad but this? This was the worst pain he had ever experienced. He could faintly hear Phil calling out to him but it sounded muffled and far away as the chair slid out from underneath from where he was perched on the edge of the seat and he fell backwards onto the tiled floor with a loud smack, hitting his head in the process.

Phil didn’t know what to do. In his entire 30 years of living, he’s never witnessed someone having a seizure. That’s what was happening. Dan was having a seizure. His muscles were tensing and jerking around in an uncoordinated fashion, his head hitting the wheels of the chair that had moved during the fall. He could move the chair, Phil thought, move the objects around him to make it easier. He was panicking, he didn’t know what to do, how to help Dan as he shook on the floor, his lips turning blue and a dark patch forming around his crotch. He frantically scrambled around, shakily grabbing the phone closest to him and dialing the emergency number.


“Please! My boyfriend” Phil all but shouts down the phone “He’s having a seizure, I don’t know what to do, he’s turning blue! Please, help!”


Dan’s not aware of what’s happening, he’s in pain but he can’t comprehend exactly where the pain is coming from. His legs and head probably but it’s hard to tell. He can hear Phil screaming, there’s a lot of screaming and yelling, a beep being heard every few seconds. He can feel his body arch and he wants to scream out in pain, yell that it hurts but he can’t. He can feel hands on him, a lot of hands but he’s not sure where they are on his body. He wants to reach out for Phil but he doesn’t know where Phil is, it’s the dream all over again.

“You have to wake up, Dan!” Phil shouts as darkness overcomes



Dan gasps and opens his eyes to an overbearingly white room. It’s so white that it’s hurting his already sore eyes. He closes them again and tries to open them again, it feels like hours before he could open his eyes. Like he could breathe after being submerged in water for a long period of time, gasping and gagging at the breathing mask covering his mouth and nose. He slowly brings his hand up to try and take it off but a hand stops him from doing so. His mind immediately goes to Phil but it doesn’t feel like his hand, a touch he’s grown so used to. He looks at the fingernails, elegant and long but void of any sort of polish and his eyes travel up the arm and to the face of his mother.


“Don’t move it, sweetie” She says softly “I’ve already called for the doctor”


Doctor. His mind was still fuzzy, nothing felt real and it was why he didn’t comprehend the fact he was in hospital. Now that he had gathered where he was, he could start piecing together what little information he had. He looked down at his body, it seemed smaller than he remembered, he hadn’t been this thin in a very long time. Looking back up to his mother, a lock of curly brown hair fell into his face, when did his hair get this long?


“Mum?” He whispered

“Yes?” She asked, crouching down next to his bed. “Do you know where you are?”

“Hospital” He murmured slowly, eyes darting around the white room. A familiar, steady beep of his heart rate in the background, filling up the silences.

“That’s right” She says softly, letting her hand grip onto his own. He wasn’t sure if it was to comfort him or herself. “Do you remember what happened?”

He pauses, looking for the words to say. “I was with Phil” he started, speaking slowly as he tried to remember the words he wanted to say “And I had a headache and I fell”

“You were with Phil?” she asks, eyes wide in shock. Dan nodded awkwardly, his neck hurt and made it difficult to nod. Before his mum could say anything, a doctor walked in and greeted his mum with a polite nod.


“I see you’re awake Mr Howell” he starts off and flips onto another page on the clipboard and hooks it over the end of his bed. “Let me remove the mask and then I have a few questions for you”


Dan coughs once the mask is removed properly and takes a few deep breaths to get used to breathing on his own once again. The doctor handed him a plastic cup which he shakily held and took a sip out of, he spluttered all the water out of his mouth and let it dribble down his chin as he attempted a second sip to soothe his throat that hadn’t been used in so long.

The doctor gave him an overall check up, making sure everything seemed alright and that he wasn’t in any serious pain.


“Okay” he started grabbing a pen out of his coat pocket and the clipboard. “On a scale of 1-10, how much pain are you in?”

“6” he replied after a few moments to think about it. His head was annoying him but it wasn’t bothering him that much, his left leg had an ache to it as well. He told the doctor so.

“The pain in your leg is normal after amputation, you may feel like your leg is still there hence we call it a phantom limb and we can get some morphine for the headache, surgery can do that to you” he looks over to Dan once he hears the rustling of the crinkly sheets. Dan’s glancing down at his leg, there was only one. He shakily brings a hand up to his head, feeling slightly greasy hair and then a large patch that feels like velvet. He runs his hand curiously over the area and hisses when his fingers hit a large area of raised skin and stitches. While he was trying to gather his thoughts about all the overwhelming information he’s received, his mother quietly tells the doctor what Dan had told her previously, that he doesn’t know how he was really admitted and how he lost his leg. He purses his lips and nods tightly before turning back to Dan.



“Mr Howell” he clears his throat “Mr Howell, can you tell me about Phil?”

“Phil” Dan repeats “He’s my boyfriend”

“How long have you known Phil?”

“8 years”

“When did you meet Phil?”

“We met in person on the 19th of October 2009” his mum has a hand covering her mouth and the doctor looks grim. As he jots down what Dan has said.

“Mr Howell, do you know what date it is?” he asks. Dan thinks about it and shakes his head, no. “It’s 5th of November 2009”

“No” Dan shakes his head. “It’s not”

“It is” the doctor shows Dan the date on his iPhone, the 3GS.

“Where’s Phil?” Dan demands, a sudden burst of anger shooting through him. “Where is he? Why isn’t he here?”

“Phil’s at his house, honey” his mum answers carefully “I didn’t know how to contact him and tell him what happened. Your phone was destroyed and we didn’t know what to do”

“Mr Howell” the doctor suddenly asks “Do you know why you’re here?”

“I told you” Dan gritted his teeth. “I fell off my chair and something happened”

“You were in a serious car crash, Mr Howell” he says “You were hit by a speeding drunk driver who pushed your car into a tree on the 18th of October this year. You were on your death bed and we had no choice but to put you in a medically induced coma due to the excruciating pain you were experiencing. Your left leg was completely shattered and damaged too many nerves for us to save and you had severe head injuries following the crash. You experienced several seizures including one that left you not breathing a few days ago, we had to restart your heart and use a defibrillator. You’re extremely lucky to be alive right now”



Dan’s mind was whirling, it started hurting more and more and his eyes became glossy. He made no move to wipe away the tears as the information sinks in. His life that he built with Phil wasn’t real, he only had two videos on his YouTube channel, the world tours didn’t happen, the book didn’t happen. He hasn’t even met Phil. Phil doesn’t know what happened.

The last thought is what makes him cry the most, thinking about Phil being confused about Dan not answering his messages that he most likely left on all of his social media accounts and in his text messages, maybe Phil went to the train station anyway; just in case, only to find Dan not there getting off the train and the next eight years never happened.

Their plans for the future weren’t going to happen, the tabs that were left open on Dan’s computer with houses big enough for the two of them and more, the tabs for the local animal shelter on Phil’s laptop where they were looking for the perfect dog for them. The world tour won’t happen and their future together won’t happen.

He wishes he fucking died in the crash because this, this is the most painful thing he has ever experienced in his entire life.

Project Partners // Bill Denbrough Imagine

MASTERLIST

tap tap tap

tap tap tap

Bill sat at his desk hitting his pencil lightly on the side of it. The class was only minutes from ending but he spent the remainder of his time staring at Y/N.

She’s so so so beautiful   he thought to himself

“Bill Denbrough!” the teacher yelled distracting him from his thoughts, “your project partner will be…Y/N Y/L/N”

Bill looks over and you give him a slight smile. Bill looks back at Richie and he raises his eyebrows and winks.

Oh shit. I didn’t even know we have a project?? I’ve been staring at her this whole time.

I can’t work with her I’ll never get anything done!

What if I stutter and she laughs??

Oh god I can’t do this

“Alright and that’s everyone. Talk with your partners until the bell rings” the teacher says and goes back to sitting at her desk. Bill immediately rises from his seat to go convince her to switch partners. He walks up to her desk and she briefly looks up from her book,

“Yes Bill?”

“M-m-mrs. A-a”

“Is everything okay?” You say walking up from behind him. He jumps,

“Y-yes I was just c-confused by the assignment”

“Well Mr. Denbrough you can grab an assignment sheet like I said before” the teacher says handing him the paper, “and I’m sure Ms. Y/L/N would be happy to answer any questions you weren’t paying attention for” Bill puts his head down in shame and walks back to his desk. You follow him sitting at the desk right next to him,

“She can be kinda rough” you say. Bill nods,

“So I don’t really know what to do for this assignment, but I was thinking-”

“I think these seats are good” you’re interrupted when Richie comes up with his partner and sits right behind the two of you.

“Uh anyways, my parents are never really home so maybe we could work on the project at my place? It’ll be a quiet place to focus”

“Uhm s-s-sure. I-I’m not busy t-today” Bill says. Richie peeps his head out from behind them mouthing,

yes you are?!

“Perfect” you say, “I have to get my bag out of my locker but I’ll meet you outside the school?”

“I-uh-um-i-y-” Bill stutters. He takes a deep breath and nods finally getting some words out, “yes. S-sorry about my stutter”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s cute” you wink and excuse yourself from the class as the bell rings. Bill turns around looking at Richie who’s mouth is wide open.

~

“Bill fucking Denbrough. The LEGEND” Richie taunts following Bill outside. They walk near the bike rack to meet up with the rest of the loser’s club.

“We’re meeting up at the quarry later right?” Eddie asks walking up to the group.

“Not anymore. Bill’s gotta date” Richie nudges Bill’s side,

“It’s n-not a date”

“Bill you’re so oblivious! You heard her, oh Billie your stutter is so cute! Come home with me my parents aren’t home!” Richie said mimicking your voice,

“She wants the Denbrough Dick!”

“Sh-shut up Richie”

“Wait wait wait, who’s house are you going to?” Stan asks

“Hey cutie. You ready?” you walk up interrupting their conversation. The whole loser’s club drops their jaws and Bill takes a big gulp,

“Y-yeah, let’s go” he starts to walk away from the group with you by his side. Bill looks back at sees Richie mouthing,

The Denbrough Dick!!!

Nesta’s First Starfall

Requested by Anonymous 102: “To the night you’ll never remember.” 

Nessian - Starfall


It’s Nesta’s first Starfall and Cassian has taken on the responsibility of watching her. He eagerly volunteered to do it though he would never tell her that. He told her to dress nicely and that he will pick her up at nine to go out and join the festivities. Nesta grumbled a reply and had stalked off to the library.

Now, Cassian stands outside her room, a fist prepared to knocks on her door, but he pauses. He’s not sure what’s going to happen tonight, not sure what he wants to happen tonight. After all, the whole Inner Circle knows how Starfall had helped to open Feyre’s eyes to her feelings for Rhys, who knows what kind of affect tonight would have on Nesta, who was already so close to realizing what was between them. With a sharp intake of breath, Cassian knocks.

His fist is still in the air when the door opens less than a second later. Nesta stands on the other side, one eyebrow raised, and Cassian lets out a low whistle at her appearance. Looking utterly breathtaking, she dons a floor length dress that hugs her form until flaring just above the knee. It is dark blue and incredibly elegant.

“You have to stop hanging about like this, it’s unnerving.” She mutters, slipping her hand into his own outstretched one and allowing him to lead her down the hallway.

Cassian chuckles a bit. “Forgive me, you’re a little unnerving.”

Nesta surprises him by letting a small smirk flit onto her lips, lifting her skirt as they descend the stairs. “So, what is the plan for the evening? Dancing? Food? Wine?”

Cassian places a hand on the doorknob, pausing to give her his own smirk. “Oh, no. Starfall holds something a little more hardcore than that.” Then he opens the door and watches as Nesta’s eyes widen in delight.

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I mean.

What, pray tell, THE FUCK?

OK, so like, here’s the thing. Fuck this scene but also FUCK, THIS SCENE! Because like THIS IS WHAT FIGHTS LOOK LIKE?

Like we all know what Killian’s struggling with THE SMOL DUMB ASSHOLE WHO I LOVE.  And this was possibly the WORST WAY to handle this but here we are and like EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SLAYS ME IN THE BEST WAY? I AM A SUCKER FOR WELL WRITTEN ANGST OK?

LOOK AT HER BODY LANGUAGE THO. THE STEPS BACK, THE RAISED HANDS. LIKE, AT THIS POINT SHE’S FEELING BETRAYED AF AND CONCERNED ABOUT HOW HE MIGHT NOT TRUST HER WITH HIS PAIN BUT ALSO, BECAUSE THIS IS EMMA SWAN, SHE’S NOT ABLE TO SORT OF ANALYSE IT?

SHE IMMEDIATELY GOES WALLS UP EMMA SWAN. CALLING HIM ‘HOOK’ AND NOT MEETING HIS EYES. LIKE THIS IS ABOUT PROTECTING HERSELF FOR HER WHERE SHE BELIEVES THAT HE’S HIDING THINGS FROM HER AND THAT HE DOESN’T TRUST HER.

WHEREAS HE’S JUST STUCK ON SORT OF, I DID THIS HORRIBLE THING IN THE PAST AND EVERYONE WILL HATE ME.

AND REMEMBER HOW SHE’S THINKING HOW HE COULD HIDE THIS FROM HER AND SO SHE ASKS HIM.

AND HE IS SO ON THE WRONG PAGE. LIKE BOTH THEIR CONCERNS ARE SO FUCKING VALID BASED ON THEIR OWN PERSONAL STORIES AND PERSONALITIES BUT THEY’RE NOT CONVEYING THEM CORRECTLY BECAUSE EMOTIONAL AND FUCK IF THAT ISN’T EVERY FIGHT I HAVE EVER HAD.

AND SHE’S LIKE I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THAT AND SHE’S TRYING TO TELL HIM HOW HE’S HURT HER BUT INSTEAD OF SAYING THAT NOW SHE ASKS HIM ABOUT WHY HE WOULD BURN AWAY HIS MEMORIES RIGHT?

AND THEY’RE STILL ON DIFFERENT PAGES ABOUT THIS OMG UGH THIS IS GREAT OK SO

AND HERE’S WHERE IT HURTS ME SO MUCH BECAUSE KILLIAN’S THINKING THAT THIS IS ABOUT HIS PAST SINS AND REPENTANCE AND HIM BEING A VILLAIN, HE THINKS OF IT AS A SOLITARY THING? LIKE THE WHOLE SITUATION SHOULD BE HIS TO DEAL WITH BECAUSE IT’S HIS PAST? HIS MISTAKES? WHY SHOULD EMMA HAVE TO DEAL WITH THEM? 

IN HIS MIND, EMMA’S STILL ON THE OTHER SIDE SORT OF? LIKE SHE WOULD JUDGE HIM OR LEAVE HIM FOR WHAT HE’S DONE? AND THAT’S WRONG AND EMMA TELLS HIM SO BUT FUCK I UNDERSTAND WHY HE SOULD HAVE TROUBLE BELIEVING IT POOR KILLIAN SELF LOATHING JONES THAT HE IS

NOW SHE TELLS HIM RIGHT, THAT YOU KNOW THEM BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT ON THE SAME FUCKING PAGE BUT SHE’S GETTING MADDER AND MADDER THAT HE’S NOT UNDERSTANDING HOW HE’S HURT HER BY NOT COMING TO HER

AND HE’S LIKE THINKING THAT SHE HATES HIM FOR WHAT HE DID AND THAT THIS IS STILL ABOUT HIS PAST AND HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO FORGIVE HIMSELF WHICH HE STILL THINKS IS A SOLITARY PUNISHMENT FOR HIM TO BEAR. THIS IS SO FUCKED BUT LIKE IN MY EXPERIENCE MOST FIGHTS HAPPEN LIKE THIS? IN THE MIDST OF EMOTION AND ANGER AND NOT BEING ABLE TO COMMUNICATE BECAUSE OF THOSE THINGS?

AND THEN SHE’S HIT HER BOILING POINT AND SHE IS LIKE YOU LEAN ON ME!

HOOK SHE CALLS HIM UGH AND I DIED WHILE ALSO CHEERING FOR HER BECAUSE YES BUTTHEAD, YOU LEAN ON HER.

BUT SEE KILLIAN JONES HAS WALLS OK? WALLS AF. AND I FEEL LIKE WE HAVE HANDLED SO MANY OF EMMA’S DEMONS. HER FEARS OF BETRAYAL AND ABANDONMENT SO MUCH, THAT WE SOMETIMES MISS THE FACT THAT KILLIAN DOESN’T REALLY LEAN ON ANYONE BECAUSE HE’S ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT THIS BURDEN OF HIS PAST WAS HIS TO BEAR BECAUSE IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT AND

WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO BEAR THOSE BURDENS WITH HIM? THIS RINGS SO TRUE FOR ME? EMMA’S NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH WALLS YK? LIKE HE’S ALWAYS BEEN SO OPEN WITH HIS FEELINGS FOR HER BUT HE’S ALWAYS STRUGGLED WITH THOSE FEELINGS ABOUT DESERVING HER AND I AM JUST SO SAD RN

LIKE EMMA’S REACTION IS ALSO SO TYPICAL OF HER AND HER OWN WALLA WHERE HER IMMEDIATE REACTION IS TO TAKE A STEP BACK BECAUSE SHE FEELS INCREDIBLY SAD ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING. AND IT’S NOT THAT SHE WANTS TO BREAK UP WITH HIM SO MUCH AS SHE WANTS TO SEE IF HE WILL FIGURE IT OUT AND COME BACK. SHE’S NOT JUDGING HIM OR PASSING A SENTENCE, SHE’S GIVING HIM A CHANCE TO FIGURE HIMSELF OUT LIKE SHE DID IN THE UNDERWORLD BUT FAR LESS ARTICULATELY.

BUT THERE’S ANOTHER COMMUNICATION THING HERE BECAUSE KILLIAN FUCKING JONES IS LIKE FUCK MY WORST FEARS HAVE COME TRUE

HE HAS BEEN IMAGINING THIS NIGHTMARE FOR SO LONG NOW THAT ONCE IT HAPPENS, HE CANNOT THINK THAT SHE MIGHT WANT HIM BACK

HE CANNOT THINK OF THE SENSIBLE MATURE THING BECAUSE THE NIGHTMARE THAT LIVED IN HIS HEAD AND HAD BECOME REALITY THEREFORE ALL THINGS THAT HE HAD THOUGHT ABOUT HIMSELF NOT DESERVING HER MUST BE TRUE RIGHT?

WHICH IS WHY HE GOES TO THE FUCKING NAUTILUS LIKE THE FUCK YOU IDIOT.

THIS IS GREAT AND I LOVED IT. 

[breathes]

it just felt real you know? like half finished sentences and tangents that go off to weird places and hyperbole and extrapolation. people do this shit when they fight and because it felt so real, I am so fucking hurt ugh kill me dead.

but also pls send me hugs, I need them.

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Please be rough with me - Steve Rogers smut

Originally posted by lolawinchesterr


Paring: Dom!Steve Rogers x Reader

Words; 1833

Rating: 18+ (smut, unprotected sex, spanking, oral female receiving) 

Request:

Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers x reader drabble were he’s a Dom but hesitant to tell the reader until one night he snaps? (But in a good way!) And it leads to smutty smut goodness!!!!

I hope this is what you wanted. It was my first time writing something like this and I loved to write it. I will try to write something like this again. Maybe even a part 2 for this if that is what people want. 

Requests are open!


‘Why don’t you ever let yourself go when we have sex?’ Y/N asks when she and Steve are in bed. ‘What?’ Steve asks. He knows exactly what she means but pretends to be stupid. There is no way in hell that he can tell her that he wants to dominate her. She is a strong and independent woman. He knows that she will never agree with it and run for the hills screaming.

‘You know what I mean, Steve’ Y/N says. ‘You are always holding back. It is annoying. I won’t break. I may like having you call me doll but I am not one’ she says. She is almost yelling at him right now. ‘You don’t know what you are asking of me’ he yells at her. He is getting out of bed and just stares at her. She needs to stop pushing him so hard or she will get what she is asking for and it won’t be pretty.

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X-Files Fic: But Always Together

For @leiascully‘s X-Files Writing Challenge: “List.”  This is basically a big ol’ “FUCK YOU” to The Field Where I Died.





1. 1890 B.C.

He is a shepherd, the youngest of six sons, tending to one of his father’s many herds.  She is the oldest daughter of a priest, and he sees her fetching water at a well one day and loses all power of speech in the face of her beauty.  He knows who she is- his father and hers are known to each other- and even though she smiles warmly at him, he cannot bring himself to speak to her.  As the youngest of six he has nothing to offer her, and he knows she’ll be married off to some oldest son, some fortunate man who stands to inherit much when his father dies.

One day when he’s out with his flock, he sees her approaching in the distance.  She’s carrying a lamb in her arms- one of his that, it transpires, had managed to wander off without his noticing (he’s been spending more time than he should dreaming about her).  He thanks her profusely, stumbling over his words, expecting her to laugh at him at any moment, but she doesn’t.  She’s sweet and kind and sits with him for hours, talking, until the sun in low on the horizon.

After that, they meet nearly every day, at the well or in the fields.  It takes him months to get up the nerve to ask her if she’s promised to anyone, and in response, she quirks an eyebrow at him and says, “I had assumed you would be asking for my hand, but maybe I was wrong.”

So they approach her father, and of course, he’s against the match, because he has nothing to offer her.  He goes to his father to ask him to intervene, but there’s no help to be had there: his father tells him he’ll find someone more suitable to his station.

They leave, together, that very night.

It’s difficult, far more difficult than either of them could have anticipated, and nearly every waking moment is consumed with ensuring their continuing survival- especially when children start to come- but at the end of every day, there are brief, fleeting moments of peace and love together, and it makes the rest of the hardship worth it.

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anonymous asked:

So i've read a fair amount of Arthurian literature but I've never seen anything mentioned about Percival wearing a dress? Not that I don't believe it but I'm just curious where you read that

In Perceval, le Conte du Graal (1135).

Percival’s father was King Pellenor, who died in combat. His brothers were Tor, Aglavale, Lamorak, and Dornar, all of who became Knights of the Round Table. His mother Did Not Like This Shit because they all were in danger of dying at any moment, because being a knight in Arthurian mythos was a “you are either Goku and you’ll rock or you are Yamcha and you will die really fast” kind of deal, so Percival’s Mom took him and his sister to live away from civilization, where he learned all sorts of cool Non-Knight shit like crocheting and sewing and basket weaving, and definitely not swords or kite shields. He was also raised as a girl and wore an exquisite silk dress along his sister.

One day, Percival is cooking some amazing stew when he hears some shit outside his Away From Civilization Castle Hidden In The Forest, and whatddya know, it’s some knights, wearing armor, swinging swords, being cool, and Percy’s all like “SWEET, YO MOM LOOK AT THOSE” and P-Diddy’s Mom is like “Aw Fiddlesticks. See, Percy, dear, those are ANGELS, and the only way you’ll ever be one of those is when you DIE”.

But, see, Percival was so ENTHUSED with the idea of being a knight that he goes to his sister and outright asks her to kill him. Reasonable lass as she was, she immediately says “What In the Fuck is wrong With You” and doesn’t, so P-kun is like WHATEVER and sneaks out of the castle to go hang out with them. So he does and he has Presence Concealment B+ because he just sorta eavesdrops on them for a while but then accidentally scares their horses, and the only thing louder than fire truck’s siren in this world is a scared horse, so the knights get prim and proper STARTLED and then they see this kid wearing a dress and are like “U GOOD?” and Paypal is like “I didn’t know ANGEL HORSES could get scared” and they are like “what the fuck dude we are not angels we are KNIGHTS”. So P is like oh! cool! can I be a knight? And Knight-san is like Fuck The Off kid you are 12 and also wearing a dress, you gotta grow up first, get some hair on that chest, then maybe.

So Percival is like YAY OK I WILL so he does his best to grow up, which is not too hard because the passage of time is a constant, PSYCHE, it IS hard because as soon as he got home and told Mom he wanted to be a knight when he grew up, Mom used Panic Ploy and convinced Percival that he was going to be 12 forever, because Percy is not the brightest crayon in the box. This goes on for Four Whole Years and Percival is now 16 but still thinks he’s 12 because his mom sucks, but mostly? ‘Cause he a dumbass.

Now, in Ye Olde Arthurian culture, 16 is the year in which it is socially acceptable to start performing crude neurosurgery with swords and axes on people you dislike. As it would happen, a bad knight storms his Child Castle and flops out his huge knight dong, ready to train it towards P-Diddy’s mom and sister, but P was having None Of That Shit, so he rolls up his silk sleeves and goes to the knight like “Hey, I Contend With That Attitude, Sir”, and the knight is like “you are the ugliest fucking girl I’ve seen in my life, what is wrong with this household”, and see, here’s a thing you gotta know about Percival: His superpower is having IMMENSE RAW POTENTIAL, like this dude is the embodiment of a Magikarp, except, he was already Gyarados by the time he was 16, because he, and I paraphrase, grabbed the evil knight, who is a grown ass man wearing a full set of armor, and just outright chucks him outta the castle, over the wall. No, he didn’t wrestle him or push him, Percival straight up lifted the knight with his mighty 16 year old arms, and threw him, proving once more that when people say that GBF’s or FGO’s take on the Round Table is “too anime”, they are WRONG, they are not anime enough, because Arthurian Mythos is the first shonen franchise in history.

So Percival’s like yaaaay and his mom is like nooooo and he’s like I can be a kniiiiight now I killed a dude and his mom is like haha go to you rooooooom.

So some time passes and then a Cockatrice shows up, so like, for the uninitiated, a Cockatrice is basically a Basilisk Chicken Chimera Fuckhouse that can and will feast on whatever part of your still living body it that hasn’t been petrified it can find. This would USUALLY be a problem, except Percival’s a Strength Main, so he just went, uprooted a whole tree, and speared the fuck outta Deathchicken with it. This kinda convinces Percival that maybe his mom was lying about a lot of things, so he outies outta that household of LIES.

So Percival is hitting the road and happens upon a scrap metal merchant, who has a wagon full of piss ass metal with no use, and Percival is like hey dude do you know where I could sell this priceless dress I have on? And the merchant, whose eyes are dollar $igns, says “WELL I AM A GOOD MAN AND I WILL HAVE MERCY ON YOU, if you give me that dress that could buy three mountains, I will give you this wagon full of shit and the donkey that pull it, KILLER DEAL” and Percy is like “YOU ARE A SAINT” and so he finally does away with the dress and makes a SHIT ASS LVL 1 “ARMOR” out of the scrap metal, and uses the donkey as his trusty steed, EXCEPT HE DOESN’T because the donkey is old and worn out, and he’s too heavy for it, so whatever he WALKS. 

2.8 seconds later, in a town nearby, they arrest the fuck out of the merchant because he HAD to have swindled that dress, no way he had The Ultimate Silk Dress, being a poor fuck as he was, but before they can lynch him, Percy walks in and defends him, saying “Make no mistake, citizens, I am a moron and I did trade it to him legitimately” and thus he does his First Just Knight Action, and that’s how Percival’s dress is important into the making of Gyarados Muscle Kid.

After rewatching all of the Marvel movies in the build up to going to seeing Spider-Man Homecoming, I noticed that in Tony"s last moments Pepper is the only thing he can think of. The only thing he can think about is making sure she is safe, protected, because he has to save the one thing he can’t live without. She has been his world for so long, he can’t remember or think of a life without her, so when it comes to choosing his life or hers, he would always choose hers in a heartbeat. She is his life line. She is his proof that he has a heart. She is his everything.

Happy has been carrying around an engagement ring since 2008 (The Year the first Iron Man Movie come out) he has been committed to her since then. They didn’t have their first kiss until 2010 (Iron Man 2)

Tony Starks worst, lowest, saddest moments has been when he thinks he has lost her, when he thinks he is going to have to continue on without her.

I’m Captain America: Civil War, they aren’t together and that was some of his darkest moments. Tony no longer cares when she isn’t around, because to him a life without her, isn’t a life worth saving.

Tony Stark goes into self-destructive mode when she isn’t there, without her nothing makes sense. He falls into his old routines from before he was Iron Man, but a thousand times worse. She makes him a better person.

“Threat is imminent and I have to protect the one thing that I can’t live without. That’s you” - Tony Start to Pepper Potts, Iron Man 3

Whenever he is prepared to die, it seems as though he is doing it to protect the city, the world etc but if you look at it closely, 9/10 she is in the most immediate danger. He is doing it to make sure that there is still a world for her to live in.

In what seemed to be his final moments in Avengers Assemble. When he went into the Black whole with that Missile, the only thing he could think about or do was getting to say goodbye to her because she deserved an explanation. An explanation for why he was going to risk his life.

He has been in love with her for near enough a decade. Tony Stark always has and always will love Pepper Potts.

Many Faces, All of them Yours
An identity porn soap opera


This is Steve Rogers’ first secret. He sits at the back of the press conference, watching Mr. Stark field questions from reporters, telling them about the Avengers’ latest mission and how brave the team was. Steve sighs and props his chin up on his fist, thinking how lucky they are to have such a swell guy as Tony Stark looking out for them. He’s kind and he’s generous - he put the team up in his home, and he makes sure they have everything they need. And he’s handsome as well. So handsome. Dreamy, really.

Steve wishes Iron Man were here too, so he could see how well Mr. Stark is doing. He knows that it can’t be easy for Iron Man, working as Mr. Stark’s bodyguard, but Steve privately thinks that Iron Man is a bit harsh on his employer sometimes. But Iron Man had to leave right before the speech - urgent maintenance on the suit, he had said - so now it’s just Steve and the rest of the team, and Tony.

Steve is idly wondering what Tony likes to do in his free time - he probably doesn’t get much free time, in between running a successful company and coming up with incredible new designs and looking after the Avengers and all their gear. But he must eat some time, right? Maybe if Steve found the right way to ask, he might eat dinner with him one day? That sure would be nice.

Jan elbows him in the ribs, harder than strictly necessary. “Ask him out!” she whispers.

Steve goes red. “I… Uhh… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jan rolls her eyes. “I can practically see the hearts in your eyes when you look at him. I’ve known Tony a long time, and he’s a good guy. He’s dated both men and women, if that’s what you’re worried about. You should ask him out.”

“He has?” Steve feels a flutter of hope. “I mean. Uhh. I’ll think about it. Thanks, Jan.”


This is Steve Rogers’ second secret. He swings down from the roof, drop kicking one guy immediately. The guy goes down, and his partner whips his head round in panic. The partner is holding a large bag marked SWAG which he clutches protectively to his chest.

“Drop the bag!” Steve orders, and the guy visibly pales. “Those jewels belong in a museum, for everyone to enjoy. Not to be stolen and sold off by some villain!”

The guy looks around the alley, sees no backup and no way out. He drops the bag and holds his hands up. “Okay,” he pants. “Take the jewels. Just please don’t hurt me… NOMAD.”

Steve smiles triumphantly beneath his mask.

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Momma’s Boy Part 2

Prompt: A witch turns Liam into a toddler causing the reader and Scott to take care of him. (Requested)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) , Scott McCall x Reader

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Comatose-Chapter 16

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.


Surfacing gently from the arms of sleep, a light touch skimming up and down your spine, a content grumble piercing the veil of sleep.

“Wake up, darlin’.”

Logan’s deep voice washes over you, and you groan, wanting nothing more than to stay in your cocoon for the rest of the day.

Logan chuckles deeply, nuzzling your neck. “C’mon sleepy head. We gotta get ready. We leave in an hour.”

Mumbling incoherently about the injustice of being woken at such an ungodly hour, you reluctantly get out of bed. Stumbling blindly to the ensuite bathroom, you spy the tight fitting red and black combat suit hanging on a hook on the door. Stepping into the shower, your muscles protesting with a delicious burn that has you flushing, memories of last night flash through your mind. Grinning stupidly, you return to the task at hand wanting nothing more than to get this mission over and go home. With Logan.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re suited up and munching on a cereal bar, trailing behind Logan and Tony as the Iron Man chatters about how he could make some killer gear for Logan. It was a terrifying thought.

“That’s going to be a problem,” Colossus says as he joins you.

You snort. “Oh I know, they could kill us all.”

Kitty giggles, “Oh (y/N) you’re going to have your hands full.”

The conversation is cut off as Steve strides into the room followed by Bucky and Sam. “Everybody ready?” The Captain America persona masks every trace of Steve. He scrutinizes every one of the surrounding faces, seeing nothing but grim determination in every one of them. “Everybody good with the plan?” Again he receives nods all around. “Alright, let’s go.”

Clambering onto the jet, Bucky grabs your arm. He hesitates briefly before he gruffly says, “Be careful.” Emotion swims in his eyes.

Opening your mouth to speak, Logan interrupts. “You comin’, darlin’?” he asks, hard stare boring into Bucky.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” You leave Bucky standing alone, watching you walk away with Logan.

The jet is silent, everyone lost in their own thoughts. The bad feeling causing bile to rise in your throat. You don’t know why you feel this dread, the impending doom settling on you as you close in on the target. You know that something is going to go horribly wrong. You can feel it in every nerve and synapse in your body, screaming at you to turn around. Go home. Regroup.

But you have to, you must, you have no other choice but to save the people around you from Hydra. From destruction. From themselves.

“Descent in 30 seconds,” comes Clint’s voice through the jet.

“Gear up,” Steve commands.

Glancing at Storm you murmur, “We need cover.”

She nods and lifts into the air, eyes going white as she calls upon her power. The Avengers look momentarily stunned, but quickly get back in formation, waiting to jump out of the plane.

“Kitty, grab your group, you need to get in as quickly as you can.” She nods, gives you a light squeeze on the arm, before she grabs Natasha and the others and disappears from view. You turn to Logan and regard him closely, Bucky lingering behind him. “If this goes balls up, get out immediately. Don’t come back for me. I’ll be okay.”

He growls deep in his chest. “Ya know I can’t do that, darlin’,” he replies as he draws you too him, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Logan you have to promise me.” Frantically trying to get him to understand, he merely shakes his head, making his way to jump out of the jet.

“I’ll see ya on the other side,” he yells as he jumps.

“He’s right ya know.” Bucky’s voice startling you out of your chaotic thoughts. “We will always come back for ya,” he murmurs.

“Bucky….” you begin.

He cuts you off by grabbing your face in his hands, and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before he joins the others in jumping out the out the plane.


 Fuck! you scream internally.It’s a mess. There are too many. You are vastly outnumbered. Your team taking hits, Logan is fighting off several men at once, Bucky providing backup. Retreat! You scream at them mentally. Get out now! No one’s listening, your cries falling on deaf ears. Steve get them out!  Five seconds later you hear the order coming over the com’s. The team scrambles to get back to the jet. Tony, Sam and Vision covering them while the rest run. You stride forward, putting up a barrier between the oncoming death squad and the people you care about. Taking a deep, steadying breath, ignoring the panicked screaming of Logan as he tries desperately to break through the barrier you had created. He throws himself bodily against the invisible shield, his anguished cries grating against your heart, breaking with every garbled word out of his mouth. You mouth, “I love you,” as he sinks to his knees, defeated. You gather every ounce of power you have, hovering a few feet off the ground, and let the darkness that’s been slowly consuming you over the past months out. It flows and crackles across your skin, destroying everything in its path. Agents disintegrate under the heat of it. Weapons explode in a ball of fire. Buildings seem to shift brick by brick as you let everything you have been holding in out.Control slips entirely as you laugh with the joy of it. The freedom that comes with not holding back. Setting yourself back on the ground, you know you have mere seconds before this all blows up in your face. You need to get out and quickly. You may be immortal but you aren’t invulnerable. Whirling around, ready to make a break for the retreating jet, you see an anguished Logan being bodily thrown into the plane by Colossus. But Steve is screaming for Bucky who seems to be missing. You scan the area quickly. A low moan comes from your right. Bucky is largely covered with debris, his leg bent at an unnatural angle. You run toward him, flinging the debris off him. “You gotta get up, soldier!” you practically scream. He barely registers your presence. The world around you goes quiet. A silent vacuum, a low, “Wooomph,” reaching your ears. You know you’re too late. Things are about to go from bad to worse and Bucky is in no position to help himself. You straddle his hips, planting your feet firmly in the soil on either side of you. Tears are streaming down your face. It’s going to hurt. You don’t know if you are going to make it out of this one, but saving Logan? Saving Bucky? You would die a thousand deaths over and over if it meant they were safe. You hear the oncoming explosion before the flames engulf you. Extending a shield around Bucky to protect him from the blast, you can feel the flesh being ripped off your bones. Flames burn away your clothing. The stench of burning flesh hanging heavy in the air. Pieces of rebar and stones embed themselves in you as you scream out your pain. It’s an inhuman sound. Hold on, just hold on! You repeat in your head as your body starts to fail. You’re going into shock, but you can’t give up. You can’t stop. Bucky stares up at you, grief plain in his eyes as he watches you burn. He can do nothing to help you. He’s stuck watching you die. In agony. Saving him. It’s over as quickly as it began. You slump forward. Numb is all you feel, then, suddenly, you’re burning. On fire. Nothing left to give, nothing left to say, you let the darkness take you as Bucky wails underneath you. 

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