I was going to message you, but I wasn't really sure about etiquette surrounding that sort of thing. I don't know if you still would like a distraction, but - sometimes I think about a universe where Steve is still Cap, and frozen and he when he unfreezes he is still having a hard time adjusting. Nat sees this, but she doesn’t know him that well yet and doesn’t want him to know that she is secretly a total marshmallow, so she arranges it so he ends up at the bookstore that Bucky owns. (1 of 2)
Bucky and Nat have known each other a long time, and they have been through a lot together, and though she usually keeps this part of her separate from Avengers business, she has a feeling that Bucky could be a good for Steve, she knows that he is good for her, and she knows Steve needs a little good right now – and you are welcome to think about this with me if you would like. Hope you are okay, friend. (2 of 2)
Buddy, pal, friend… there’s literally NO etiquette, you can literally just message me at any time to tell me anything at all and we’ll automatically become best buddies (unless you message me to tell me pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza in which case we’ll become mortal enemies and I shall find a way to turn you into a llama, probably).
Also, this is kinda funny, because I actually just wrote a tiny ficlet like 2 days ago about Nat introducing Steve to modern!Bucky (he owns a coffee shop tho, haha!) precisely because she thinks Steve could use someone like Bucky in his life too :DDD
BUT ALSO, I’m never going to have enough of these aus. NEVER. And this sounds dreamy and wonderful and like my favorite kind of fic and BOOK SHOPS YES AAAAAAAAA and ummm now i really need this????? please? alkdghldkfhjsdlkhkdfhfgk. <3
Pidge: Ok, so don’t get too
excited, but I’ve worked out a way to connect the laptop to the internet… Lance: Pidge how the quiznak did you think I was not going to get excited about this?!?!?! Hunk: Anything I can help with? Pidge: Ok, so the thing is that
from our end it’s pretty simple right, I mean it’s just a case of sending and
receiving correctly coded signals, and my laptop has the inbuilt hardware for
all that. The real problem is that we’re light years away, and even with the
ship’s range, it’d take years for our signal to reach Earth, and we can’t use the speed-enhanced Altean frequencies because it has to fit in with the existing architecture, and then coming back there isn’t enough range anyway and- Keith: Pidge, breathe Pidge: …Anyway, if we had a way
to transport the signals instantly we could simply relay them back and forth
through, say, a wormhole specifically designed to transport waves rather than
matter? Hunk: But the only way to do that
is if…. Pidge: … yeah Shiro: Lance: Keith: Shiro: I can’t believe you’re
seriously debating asking the princess to use her Altean energy so the castle
can get a wifi signal Shiro: *leaves* Other paladins: *ashamed shuffling* Five minutes later Shiro, running back into the
room: SHE SAID YES!!
If one hypothetically wanted to read your Eldritch Abomination Garfield fic, how would one go about finding it as directly searching for 'garfield' hypothetically does not include the fic?
“They bought it?” Lyman asked as Jon hung up the phone.
“I got the contract,” Jon confirmed, dazed. “I’m — I’m syndicated.”
“You did it, man!” Lyman said, clapping him on the back. Odie barked.
“They’re already thinking about merchandising deals,” Jon continued, staring into space.
“I told you things were going to turn around for you,” Lyman said with a nod. Odie continued barking, making it clear that he was not just trying to be supportive. “Hey, look, I’ve gotta take the dog for a walk. If the alarm goes off while I’m gone, can you take dinner out of the oven?”
“Yeah,” Jon said, with no real conception of what he was agreeing to. He still had not yet finished processing that phone call, the idea that he was going to be paid, consistently, that he was a working cartoonist, that his comics would be in papers. Merchandising deals. Merchandising.
It was not until he heard the door that Jon realized he was alone in the apartment.
Just him, and Garfield.
From the corner, it growled.
Jon’s heart spasmed; he hadn’t realized it was in the same room. “H—hey,” he said. It would have been a dumb thing to say if it was a normal cat. It was a dumber thing to say under the circumstances. Its eyes glowed red in the shadows. “How are you?” he asked, then winced as the cat growled again. “Heard the good news?” he asked weakly.
MY END OF THE CONTRACT HAS BEEN FULFILLED
It rumbled through his brain like an earthquake, words without words. He covered his ears even though it wouldn’t help. “Yeah, thanks for—”
I WILL FEED
Jon’s heart spasmed again, overwhelmed with the sense of a hunger not his own. “Right, about that—”
YOU WILL FEED ME it said, words written in blood, thick and hot.
“—yes, I got that, I’m just not really sure what I’m supposed to—”
MEAT and the word throbbed, tore.
“Would chicken be okay?”
UNACCEPTABLE it said in broken bone and jellied marrow.
“I don’t want to stereotype you by assuming you want to eat my roommate—”
YES GIVE ME HIS HEART it said, pulsing, torn flesh.
The glowing eyes moved from the shadows, grew larger, taller. Hellfire, if fire could cast dark instead of light, orange and red, fire and blood. The indistinct shape that might have been a cat became an indistinct shape that might have been a man, large, always large. Jon shrank back as it stretched to fill the room, tried not to look directly at it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin, even though it couldn’t have been, because he was still wearing his jacket.
There was a chiming sound.
WHAT WAS THAT
“Uh.” Jon swallowed, hard. “Dinner?”
“Yes,” Jon said, “but I don’t know if you can eat people food…”
Garfield sat in the middle of the floor, wide as it was tall. Its gaze was baleful.
“Right. You can eat whatever you want.” Slowly Jon inched around the cat to head toward the kitchen. “I don’t really know what it is, though. It might be… vegan.”
Garfield hissed, the sound of pain, and Jon fled toward the oven.
I SMELL MEAT
Jon stopped himself from telling the cat get off the counter. “I think it’s a casserole,” he said, removing the dish to set it on the stove. He gingerly removed the lid, his hands safely wrapped in oven mitts. “Oh. It’s lasagna.”
GIVE IT TO ME
“It has to cool,” Jon said. Garfield hissed again, and the sound turned Jon’s blood to fiberglass. He backed away, and the cat leapt bodily and entirely into the baked pasta. It did not seem bothered by the fact that the pasta sauce was still bubbling, and Jon tried not to look at the void of its mouth. A black hole rimmed with fangs, an absence of all light, drawing in all that it touched to disappear within.
WHAT IS THIS it asked, and a hellfire paw batted at a stretchy piece of mozzarella.
The cat-shaped thing nodded, still sitting in the dish of lasagna.
WE DO NOT HAVE THIS
“You don’t have cheese in hell?”
It nodded again.
“I guess that’s what makes it hell.” If Garfield appreciated this observation, it did not show it. It cracked open its maw again, more lasagna disappearing, and Jon looked away. “That lasagna was supposed to feed us for a week,” he sighed. “How much longer do I need to do this?” he asked.
UNTIL YOU ARE SATISFIED
“Until I’m satisfied?”
YOU MUST FEED ME TO SATISFY YOUR HUNGER
Realization dawned. “Wait, but — I thought this was a one-time thing.”
IT WAS NOT
“If you leave, I get fired?”
“So I might still be able to make it on my own.”
DO YOU BELIEVE YOUR SKILL IS ENOUGH TO BRING YOU ALL THAT YOU DESIRE
Jon thought of the portfolio sitting in his room, and sagged. “… no.”
It grew, limbs stretching, claws turning to fingers and then claws again. It sat on the counter like a solid mirage, licking red from its hands.
YOU WILL HAVE RICHES BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS it said in truffle oil and fur and gold. SO LONG AS I AM FED YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HUNGER
Syndication and merchandising deals and maybe someday a cartoon on television. His signature in every newspaper in every house in the country. In the world, even. He raked his fingers through his curls and tried not to look at its claws.
“I guess I’m stuck with you, then,” Jon said.
It didn’t slide off the counter the way a man would, shifted off like drifting smoke or licking flames, stood and was no shorter. Tall and broad and solid, a weight to its presence as it moved closer. Jon shrank back again as it loomed, and this show of submission seemed to please it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin again, and he shivered.
Rhysand gave his life to repair the cauldron, not expecting to be brought back. He let his magic and life drain away to save the woman he loved and the world she lived in, held on in death because she begged him to stay-
- and even in the midst of all that he still reached out and brought Amren back.
I know everyone’s freaking out over the mixtape, but WHAT GOT ME was when, Kelly holds Cas’s hand and he gets that surge of celestial nephilim power(or something) and Dagon is almost going to kiLL him, but then he killed her, and that was good but THEN-
Dean gets up, and he has this sort of dazed, amazed look on his face and the first thing he says is “Cas” so SOFTLY ILSDHAFKDJKLHJ. NOT”the hell?” or “what was that?” nO. Then Sam asks “what was that?’ and Cas explains and all this time, Dean hasn’t said a word..
ANd THEN Cas heals Dean’s broken hand and thanks him and what does DEAN say- “You okay?”(So soFTly)
After everything, EVerything, because god knows he must have been so angry at Cas for all that he did, he WAS angry. But just the mere thought of losing him, seconds ago, Dean softened. He didn’t care. He doesn’t care, don’t you see?! He can’t bear losing Cas. Which is why when Cas says the baby needs to be born, he doesn’t protest against his stand, he just says..”After whatever that thing did to you,Cas,We are not just gonna let you walk away.”AS IN “STAY, Cas.” Stay here, with me.
Actually to think about it, this entire episode,everything that happened between Dean and Cas, was just a giant plea from Dean asking Cas to sTAY- I MEAN COME ON “Yes, Dumbass, we” “We’re better together”. “It’s a gift.” AND THIS.
Dean just wants Cas to STAY.
My feels juST KILLED ME bYe .( I haven’t found the gifs for this scene, but when I DO, and I will, I’ll definitely update this post with them.