he's in a fire

dangerhillis  asked:

What do you think would be the Avatar element lineup for the team?

This is a very interesting question… mmmmm, (also a million apologies for how ridicolously late I’m replying this).


- Jack, (despite all the hockeyZuko jokes) would totally be water so that he can have ice powers.

- Ransom, entirely because I think he would really enjoy being a healer.


- Bitty, he uses his impressive control for pie baking almost exclusively.

- Holster, he’s a hot head, need I say more?

- Dex, kind of a combination of the two above…


- Shitty, he has the stubborn and won’t be moved attitude.

- Chowder, same reasoning but more based on the mental space he gets into when he’s on goalie mode.


- Lardo, she has that inner peace thing figured out and also her air control would be amazing.

- Nursey, the least chill air bender to have ever existed. I’m not gonna lie he is here purely for the amusement factor.

Little post-transformation things:

Prince Adam 

  • So obviously Adam can do The Growl™ and he can probably grow hair much faster than most humans can 
  • Also though he becomes overly aware of his surroundings because of the resonating animal instinct and whenever Belle tries to sneak up on him while his half asleep in front of the the fire, he knows she’s there before she’s even entered the room


  • As was shown in the film, lumiere has the tendency to suddenly be alight whether it’s when he dances or as he clicks his fingers
  • Although he’s no longer a candelabra, as he enters a dark room, he emits a slight warm glow and rarely feels the cold


  • It had been suggested that Cogsworth has the ability to tell the time at any given moment due to his time living as a clock
  • But as well as that, he becomes skilled in working with cogs and mechanisms, often helping Maurice with his new inventions when he arrives. As he grows older and less able to complete manual work, he builds little contraptions to do it for him, loving each one dearly


  • Plumette becomes strangely light on her feet and once, as she skipped through the halls, Belle could swear she saw her hang in the air just a little longer that gravity normally allows and when she dances, she appears to float like the feather duster she once was

Mrs Potts

  • As well as being the best tea brewer in France, Mrs Potts finds herself increasingly aware of Chip’s location after worrying about him breaking for such a long time


  • Chip, on the other hand, without the worry of smashing, becomes even more reckless than before and, after being a cup for many years, he detests tea and won’t go near it

Madame Garderobe

  • Garderobe, despite retaining her main focus of singing, spends much more of her time making dresses and other outfits, especially now since there’s a “noble woman” for her to clothe
  • Every morning, before the couple awake, she sets out colour coded matching outfits for Belle and Adam and fusses over their appearances constantly

Monsieur Cadenza 

  • Even though he lost his teeth defending the castle, Cadenza, through living as an instrument for so long, seems to never stop making music. Either he’s playing or humming a tune wherever he may be and it’s always something different that he’s composed himself


  • Although froufrou has returned to his dog form, he’s often restless in the evening unless someone props their feet up on him by the fire. 

anonymous asked:

Um Hello today is my birthday and I promised myself I'd finally get up the courage to ask you if you could please write something with little Shiro and his parents? Please and thank you I really love your work.

[Sorry this is so late, but happy belated birthday!!! :)]

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Asugi sighed, following the trail to finding the prince. Shiro had gone missing once again; in this case,  there was an actual reason for it. Seeing as Saizo was Ryoma’s retainer, Asugi took it upon himself to be the young prince’s.

The ten-year-old didn’t realize just how hard it would be to keep track of the brat, though. His eyes narrowed, following Shiro’s trail down to the storeroom just outside the gardens.

It wasn’t too hard for him to spot the bright flash of hair that matched his mother’s, sticking out behind the crates of supplies.

“You’re going to get in trouble if you hide out, like this.” He said blandly, tapping the boy’s head. Shiro yelped, swiveling around to see his caretaker. “Besides, you don’t want to worry your parents, do you?”

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tid appreciation week: day two → favourite character

Will & Tessa

“She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”


One hand on his dad’s left shoulder, the other at his elbow. Will’s eyes are closed and he knows it’s working. His blood cells are pushing the infection out. It’s all weirdly literal: when Will is working the stuff dripping from his dad’s arm is almost black; when he loses focus, it’s thin and bright red, normal blood again.

Will understands this, too: whatever he is made of, it’s not so different from the infection. The cells feel almost the same to him, as he moves them. They are fighting fire with fire. Where his mom drew his blood, at the crook of his left elbow, there is the disquieting sensation of wetness, a constant trickle from a pinprick wound.

His mom is just next to him and sometimes their arms brush as she reaches for a tool or moves to get a different angle. There must be sounds, but all Will hears is his dad’s raspy breathing and the blood rushing through his veins. Will reaches in to push the black out. He can’t control his dad’s cells at all, can’t do anything to stop the bleeding. That’s not your job, he reminds himself, and even with his eyes closed he knows his mom’s hands are at work.

They’re going to save him. Will feels a bright burst of pride. All of the weird shit he’s been able to do, all of the time he’s spent wondering where he really came from and who he really is. Maybe it really is worth something. Maybe he really is worth something.

“I need to sew things up, Will,” his mom says, her voice breaking his concentration. “Are you ready?”

Will re-focuses, seeking out the bad cells again, but they’re mostly gone. He catches one last clump just at the edges and pushes it out; hears one last drip as it hits the floor. “Yes,” he says, and he feels his mother gently pushing him back from the table. He collapses into the kitchen chair and doesn’t watch.

When he hears his mother sit down next to him, he finally opens his eyes.

His dad is lying still on the kitchen table, his skin pale and blotchy and his left arm gone just below the elbow. His chest rises and falls, steady, and his lungs sound clear. “He’ll be okay,” Will says.

“We’ll find out,” his mom says, but the relief in her eyes is as good as a confirmation.

“Maybe Skinner was right,” Will says.

Exhausted, she still corrects him. “Mr. Skinner.”

Will rolls his eyes and insists, “My blood helped. I mean, I did some of it too, but my cells were fighting back, it was working. We have to go back out there, Mom. If I can help. If it’ll really work.”

Settling back in her chair, she looks away from him. After a moment she says, “I have a computer chip in my neck.”

Will cocks his head, questioning. It’s a strange non-sequitur, and anyway what the hell does that mean?

She continues, “Years ago, when I had cancer.”

He knows about this, kind of. Grandma got teary about it once, years ago; his dad got tight-lipped and anxious whenever it came up.

“I thought I was going to die.” His mother stares straight ahead at the wall. She says it like it’s nothing, the same way she used to say We’re having salmon for dinner. “There was nothing left to try. But Mulder wouldn’t give up. He came across a vial with a computer chip, and a man – a man we knew said it would cure me.”

Will is sure that this depiction of events elides a great deal, but he doesn’t interrupt her.

“And it did, I guess.” Her forehead creases. “Maybe. It’s impossible to know, really. If it was the chip, or if one of the treatments finally worked, or – or sometimes these things just happen, the body finds some reserve of strength and fights back, and we call it a miracle.” Finally she looks at him.

Will reaches out and runs his index finger over the back of her neck. He can feel it there just under the skin, hard and square. He wonders how he never noticed it before.

His mom says, “We’ll never know for sure.”

Will is startled to find that he has his own reserves of strength, and that he knows what he believes. “You left it there, though. You never took it out.”

Their eyes meet. On the kitchen table Will’s dad breathes in and out, and for a moment it’s the only sound in the world.

“No,” she says softly. “I didn’t.”


endless list of favorite characters → mordecai (fire emblem)

↳ “i will not pretend that you are not among us. i will not pretend that i do not see what is in front of me! …i have not met the goddess. but if her laws make you unwanted, then i will have nothing to do with her. ”

When you can’t be bothered to do anything.


TID appreciation week 2017

Day 2 - Favorite ship: Will and Tessa

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

Ivan paces in his room. He’s been doing this for roughly an hour now, grumbling angrily in Russian, occasionally bursting out with some enraged exclamation. On the other side of the locked door, his sisters and the Baltics stand with their ears nervously pressed to the wood. Every shout, every slammed fist makes them flinch.

“S-so, what’s he mad about this time?” Toris asks, voice hushed in case his former boss decides then to acknowledge their eaves-dropping.

Eduard is blessedly calm in his response: “I think it was something Alfred did.”

“The idiot used big brother’s vodka stash as fuel for a fire.“ Natalia, meanwhile, looks downright murderous. “He wanted to put big brother on a quitting plan, despite big brother’s wishes.”

“Shhhh, I think something's happening!” Yekaterina says none-too-quietly.

Indeed, something is happening. Ivan, still taking deep breaths, turns on his phone and opens it to contacts. A dark aura around him, he presses the call button of one particular contact.

The phone rings.


Ivan smiles innocently. "Hello, Alfred.“

"Oh, hey, what’s up?” The American perks up.

“Not much.” His eyes slip closed in content. “Just looking through old knick-knacks. It's funny how many special objects get left in some forgotten box in some forgotten room.”

Alfred laughs awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, I guess I see what you mean? Like, why keep something if it’s just going to sit there and collect dust?”

“I’m very glad you agree with me.” Ivan raises a hand, a lit match delicately held between pointer finger and thumb. Before him is a pile of every last object of Alfred’s that had been left at Ivan’s house, whether mistakenly or purposefully.

“Out with the old and in with the new-”

“Whoah, whoah, can you hold on a minute? I’m killing zombies.”

“… What?”

Alfred scowls, speaking into his headset, “Kiku, I thought you said you were covering me?”

“I am. There are too many.”

“Well, make them stop existing!”

A sigh, “Alfred-kun, I’m trying.”

“Well, try harder!”

“Alfred?” Ivan’s eye twitches.

“Yeah, just give me a few. Kiku! I said to cover me! Don’t shoot me!”

Soft laughter from Kiku’s end.

“… You’re doing this intentionally, aren’t you?” Alfred groans, “Kiku, dude, my main man, quit it.

Seeing an opening, Ivan cuts in, “You mean like how you’re making me quit vodka?”

“You’re still pissed about that? Sheesh, talk about relentless.”

The dark aura grows.

Alfred lowers his controller, expression deadpanned. “Relationships need to be balanced. I gave up McDonalds, so you have to give up vodka. Deal with it.”



“It took me months to put together that stash!”


“Alfred, I will burn everything you love!”

“What, so you’re going to set yourself on fire?”

Ivan pauses.

Kiku’s heard muttering a “Lol, wut?”

“… Can you repeat that?”

Red-faced, Alfred swallows before starting, “I, um, I said, ‘what, so you’re going to-’”

Ivan throws the phone out the window.

Natalia slams the lock-picked door open. “BIG BROTHER, DID HE JUST-?”

*Submission by the lovely @kittyreaper

anonymous asked:

Good morning from Cyclone battered Queensland, Australia! Could you pretty please - with cherries on top! 🍒🍒 - rec some of your fave long fics? I've read all of interest in the +50k tag, and need more to download before I lose power and internet!

here are a few? they might not be 50k long but they’re not in the tag

Undertones and Overtures by RockSaltAndRoll

In which Steve is deaf and Bucky is an amputee.
Bucky Barnes is studying for his masters in Music Composition at Juilliard when he unexpectedly meets skinny little artist Steve Rogers in a book store one Saturday. They both have their issues and it’s going to take a lot to understand each other, but with a little help from friends and family, they might be able to make this work.

Gimme Shelter by spoffyumi

Bucky loves his job at the animal shelter, but he’s not so good with people. His boss Nick wants him fired, he’s barely scraping by on his salary, and don’t even ask about his family. Steve wants to adopt a dog for company. Will either of them find what they’re looking for?

Stucky, angst and puppies.

C8H10N4O2 (The Building Block of Love) by die_traumerei

Only Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers could have meet-cute over a fistfight.

It doesn’t take long for them to fall for each other, what with daily dates over coffee, a comic they’re half-assedly writing together, and the fact that each thinks the other is total human perfection. But it isn’t all smooth going; fighting a series of more and more ridiculous villains is nothing against figuring out how to fit together, deal with your boyfriend’s problems as well as your own, argue and make up, and cobble together something that might be a life together.

Slice of life, and the inevitable Coffee Shop AU.

Every Door Opens by notoska

Steve jolts back to the present. The credits are rolling and Bucky is reading them as well. The screen blacks and two fluorescent lights buzz to life. Bucky loosens his hand from Steve’s head, welcoming the world back in.

perfect_plan  has a lot of cute stories that aren’t super long but are v entertaining

The Ungraceful Art of Falling by buckyfuckybarnes

But Steve… Steve was sunshine.

and then, if all else fails, AO3 Search Tutorial

thanks to @bartsugsy i’ve been thinking about robert being stuck in a burning building all day

like imagine liv and vic being outside and being worried

and imagine aaron

imagine aaron not being able to get in the building to help him and roberts just frozen and terrified because it’s fire and he can’t handle fire

imagine if you will, robert hanging out of a window and literally the only thing keeping him from freaking out completely is aaron on the ground talking to him and telling him he loves him

while various villagers run around trying to find something to help

and robert is just like “i don’t wanna die like mum did”

and aarons dying because how is he supposed to help cain and paddy have had to hold him back twice from rushing in

and then roberts saved

the epic hug between rob and liv

the soft hug between rob and vic

the absolutely bone crushing and intense hug between robert and aaron

damn i just talked myself into writing this tomorrow 👀

feminismfox said:  Hello! I was wondering if you could help me find two missing five. 1. Someone sets fire to the Stilinski house but Stiles manages to drag him self out by thinking about he never wants Derek to lose anyone else by a fire again. 2. Stiles and Derek are mates and can’t keeps their hands off each other but they’re told they won’t bond unless they have “penetrative sex” so they’re like cool blowjobs then and Deaton is like wtf do you think penetrative means you heteronormative idiots, blowjobs count!      

In the future, please only send one request per ask.  I’ll post a separate entry for the 2nd request you sent later.  An anon luckily recognized the first half of your ask, which you can find below!  -Emmy

Originally posted by pure-as-fuck

Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller 

(2,699 I Teen I Complete)

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

anonymous asked:

top 6 Zarry moments:,)

Flashback to a time where zayn was still a nice guy… 

1. This one, cause I wish I was Zayn 

Originally posted by zarryyy

2. Back when they were tiny

Originally posted by zarryyy

3. The “Jessie’s girl” dance

Originally posted by lahving

4. The fond look in “God only knows”

Originally posted by nerds4life

5. This hug (it still makes me happy)

Originally posted by ziamance

6. The reason why I’ll always have a debt towards Zayn: he saved Harry from the fire during TMH tour


anonymous asked:

hear me out. sami loses his match against kev tonight and gets fired from raw. BUT he makes a surprise entrance in the battle royal anyway wearing a smackdown live shirt and wins it for shane and daniel 😃

part of me would love this but the other part of me would die at the thought of watching sami get kayfabe fired 😞

sticky boy!!

hes five whole months old now!!?!? a bit of a slow grower but weve checked its not parasites, and hes not too far behind the average tbh. not to mention temperatures have been a bit cooler, so im not too worried. hes doing great and his colors really shine after he fire sup after misting! its hard to see here but the contrast between his belly and his back is pretty stunning