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The Moral High Ground: Arrow 5x12 Review (Bratva)

RUSSIA!!!! Just so we’re clear, whenever I write this I’m singing it in my very best  Tevye “TRADITION!” voice. If you don’t understand that reference go rent Fiddler on the Roof right now.

The return to Russia means a refocus on Original Team Arrow. The first trip to Russia, in 2x06, was really the solidification of Original Team Arrow, so it was vitally important that Arrow not miss the opportunity to revisit the bonds the show is built on. They didn’t miss the opportunity. In fact, they delivered a fantastic  episode with “Bratva” that examines the dynamics of Original Team Arrow.

And yes… there will be a snark filled gif response to that final scene. 

Patience my loves. Let’s dig in…

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They Are For You

Originally posted by ezra-millers

Requested: yes, by @tanovic54321 and a couple of anons

Pairings: Ezra Miller x Reader

Warnings: n/a

Word Count: 1,322

A/N: Hope that you guys like this! Let me know if you have any other requests in my inbox!!!

You hadn’t wanted to date him. You told yourself that it was ridiculous, that there was no way that it was going to happen, and even if some miracle happened and he noticed you, nothing was going to happen.

And then he dazzled you with his smile and made you laugh, and you realized that he was a normal person, just like you. And then he left.

So, you pushed thoughts of Ezra Miller out of your head, because even though he waltzed into your flower shop one afternoon, if your experience had anything to say about it, he wasn’t buying that bouquet of flowers for his grandmother. It was unlikely that someone as amazing as him was single, or looking for a partner who owned a flower shop. He was going to be the Flash, and you just tied some flowers together for a living.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love your job, you just knew that it was irrational to think that you were living in a cheesy rom com. And then he came back.

Ezra Miller was in your flower shop on a weekly basis, and you were acting like a total fool. Not only did you blush every time that he would so much as glance at you, but you dropped things more often than usual when he was around, which was saying something, as you were and extreme klutz.

But eventually, you knew that you didn’t have a chance of not falling for him. You had been teetering on the edge for so long, and that day, you fell.

You were in the back room, putting together a bouquet that someone had ordered for their mother, when you heard the bell chime out front. Your heart leapt when you glanced at the clock and realized that it might be him.

You smoothed your hair, glancing in a mirror quickly before hurrying out to the front. You could admit that you were a little sad to see that it was only Lucy, here for her mother’s flowers. You informed her that it would just be a second before everything was all finished up.

You rushed around, placing flowers here and there before tying a ribbon around the center. You hurried back out with the finished product, only to find two people in your storefront.

Ezra was chatting to Lucy while he leaned on the counter, acting as if nothing unusual was happening. You felt a slight twinge of jealousy at the sight of how natural the two looked together, but you shook it off.

“Here it is!” you announced, wincing at the little crack in your voice. However, the pair didn’t seem to notice.

“That looks wonderful!” Lucy said, taking the bouquet from your hands and sliding you her payment across the counter. “Keep the change.” She said with a wink, turning to leave. Before she walked out of the door, you saw her mouth ‘he’s cute’, gesturing to Ezra. You sighed at her and waved her out the door. You knew that she meant well, but sometimes your customers got a little too involved.

You held back the urge to roll your eyes, figuring that Ezra would be asking what you were looking at, and you did not want to think about trying to explain that your customer was trying to set you up with the probably-already-dating-someone-movie-star.

“Hello,” you said to Ezra, taking care of slipping the money into the cash register’s drawer. “do you need another bouquet?”

“Yeah,” he said cheerily, flashing you another blinding smile. “What would you recommend?” he asked, glancing around the shop.

“Well, what’s the occasion?”

“I’m trying to ask this girl out on a date.” He explained, and you tried to ignore the feeling of your heart sinking down into your stomach. You knew that he was probably dating someone anyways, so why did the confirmation hurt even more?

“Oh, really?” you said, turning to fix a display behind you, hoping that a few moments to gather your thoughts would help you make it through the rest of this interaction. ‘Of course they are for a girl.’ You chided yourself. ‘Aren’t flowers always for some beautiful girl?’

“Mm-hmm, I have been trying to find a way to ask her for a while, but I just haven’t been able to work up the courage.” He said, pushing a few of the decorations that sat on the counter around.

“That doesn’t seem like you,” you laughed.

“What do you mean?” he asked, looking up from the counter.

“Well, I just mean, you-you are so confident and I would thing that any girl would want to go out with you so I- guess I just thought that-” you paused, trying to stop both your ramblings and the blush that was rising up onto your cheeks. “Ill whip something up and be right back.

You had to admit, a few tears might have spilled out when you got to the back room, but you simply wiped them away and proceeded with you work. After all, dating him wasn’t something that was actually going to happen. It was a pipe dream that you liked to entertain yourself with when the shop was slow.

“Alright, here they are!” you announced, trying to sound chipper while handing him the bouquet.

“Actually, they are for you.” he said, pushing your hand that held the flowers out back into your chest. “I was hoping that you were free sometime soon?”

“Well, next time maybe don’t have me make the flowers then, it’s a bit of work.” You said, before you could really process the situation that was happening. Then, your eyes grew big as the realization of what was happening dawned on you. You didn’t know what to say. You had been thinking about this from the first time that you met him, and then you went and blew it all because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

Luckily, before you could spiral any further down into your misery, Ezra laughed. And not an uncomfortable laugh, meant to lighten the tension. A gut bursting, hiccup inducing, full body laugh. You thought that his face was going to spilt on either side from his smile, and you could honestly say that you had never felt more relieved in your life. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking,” you said, trying to keep the laugh that you felt bubbling up inside.

“No,” he said in between laughs, “the thing is that you are absolutely right. But I have been coming in here for weeks just to see you, and I didn’t even think about you having to make your own bouquet.”

You couldn’t hold your laugh down anymore. It bubbled up from your toes and trickled out of your mouth, slowly at first, but after a few moments, it was roaring. The two of you stood in the middle of your shop, laughing like idiots. “I can’t believe that you have been coming in here all of these weeks just to ask me on a date. I have been hoping that you would ask from the first time that you came in.”

At that, Ezra’s laughter trickled off, a spark of something that you couldn’t identify lit up his eyes. “Really?” he asked, leaning into the counter. All you could do was nod. “Are you free this evening, by any chance?”

You nodded, unsure that this was really happening to you. you were almost certain that your alarm clock was going to wake you up at any moment from this wonderful, perfect dream.

“Could I pick you up around seven?” he asked, sliding a piece of paper across the counter, his phone number scribbled across it in a messy scrawl.

You simply nodded as you watched him leave the shop. Honestly, you were thinking about closing early after the wink he threw over his shoulder on the way out.


Prompt: Hey Cass… So I recently got mugged (the asshole took all I had including some stuff with sentimental value AND had the nerve to assault me) and I was wondering if you could write something about that. I’m sorry if the requests are closed, I really don’t wanna bother, but I just feel like shit and completely powerless. Thank you for reading this anyway and I hope you know how much your writing makes me happy 

Nonnie, I am so incredibly sorry this happened to you.  I hope this makes you feel a little better ♥  I’m also sorry about the lame title - I couldn’t come up with anything better and I wanted to get this posted for you today (((hugs)))

Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 5349

Warnings: Language, depiction of a mugging, assault/injuries, as much fluff as I could possibly cram in

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The Race Against Time Part 2

gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns

Title: The Race Against Time Part 2

Characters: Pride x Reader, Patton, Sebastian, Percy, LaSalle, Gibbs, Tony, McGee, Mitch

Word Count: 1,923

Warnings: angst, fluff, death of a douche

A/N: This is Part 2 to @flufy07‘s request! I hope you all enjoy! Part 1 in case you need that link! I love you all so much!  <3

Pride stared at the picture of you on his phone.  He found himself missing your smile and your laugh even more.  How did this happen?  Who let this happen?  More importantly, why was this happening?  He couldn’t just sit at his desk waiting for an update, he needed answers.  Gibbs would be here soon and they were no closer to finding a single thing that would help them.

As soon as Pride walked into the forensic scientist’s lab, Sebastian pulled up his results.  He didn’t want to waste any time, knowing you didn’t have much time, if any.  “Okay so the blood from the glass, was in fact [Y/N]’s,” Sebastian informed Pride.  “But the blood spatter on the wall, wasn’t.  I didn’t have much to work with, but I can tell you for a fact, that it is not [Y/N]’s.”

“Well who does it belong to,” Pride asked.

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A Very Oblivious Soldier | Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

How to feel when the man you have a morally incorrect crush on is avoiding you? How to get the rising feeling of loneliness and anxiety bubbling up on your chest? How to get his attention back.

You weren’t fine. Fine was the least you were feeling, not only you boyfriend had just broken up with you sometime that exact week, but the reason he did was because he couldn’t deny the feelings going on between you, and you colleague. Bucky Barnes had broken up your relationship and was on the process os also breaking your heart, so you did as best as you could.

You bought some ice cream, took your headphones, your phone and a blanket, and got up to the Avengers Tower’s roof.

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Restaurant Dates Are the Worst! (Seb Stan x Reader) - Part 2

Word count: 4,4k


Read part 1 HERE

“Miss! Miss!” Someone called from behind you, making you start and turn on your heels. “Are you okay?” The student sitting on one of the chairs in your office asked you.

You had drifted off, again. And at work of all places! It was already awkward enough when it happened yesterday morning at the local coffee shop, resulting in the barista practically shouting your name before you woke up from your trance-like state, but in front of a student! That was unacceptable and your professionalism took a blow.

“Sorry, I’m fine, just thinking,” you told your sick student. “You can go home, I’ll let the school office know.”

Your sick student seemed to regain some colors just by hearing this, and you shook your head, a smile on your lips as he walked out. He was probably heading home to play xbox all day long and eat pizza, but you were never one to tell a student to suck it up and go back to class, unless they were clearly faking. A girl once tried to skip PE by faking a nosebleed – with actual fake blood, that nasty stuff you could buy everywhere on Halloween.

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[RadioSubs] Star Radi-Ocean #1

Nakamura found a kouhai to bully on air on a weekly basis…

First all all, Happy Chinese New Year everyone. It’s been quite a busy week, going from dinners to dinners even though I’m overseas and not at home lol (I just happen to have some friends to celebrate CNY with…). But since I’ve been driving a lot, I’m also listening to quite a bit of radio too. And hence this episode~

Well most of the non-DGS related radio stuff I’ve uploaded have something to do with Nakamura Yuuichi so it should be no surprise that I love listening to him on radio. When I knew that he’s FINALLY going to have regular radio show I pretty much jumped onto it. Also Ishikawa Kaito’s voice has a similar voice tone to Nakamura Yuuichi’s, so two god-like voices in one radio is seriously…*kyuun~* (of course Yuukyan stays at my No.1 spot xD)

I’m gonna try subbing the full episode every week…though that’s gonna be quite crazy considering each episode is almost 30 minutes…but I’m gonna try anyway. As for the game, I’m definitely considering getting it for PS3…i just don’t know how I’m gonna get the Japanese version lol. This first episode is mostly unedited, but from the next episode I might cut out title calls and maybe the news part that I was too lazy to translate…saves me some storage data and encoding time…The first episode is mostly the game information so probably not that interesting, but I’ve listened to the second episode and it’s pretty interesting xD Also…there are quite a number of parts where I simply don’t know how to translate them into English because there is simply no good translation for the Japanese terms they use. For those confusing parts, please just listen to their beautiful voices… m(_ _)m

But anyway, I thought I’ll just include some language notes here since I’ve heard those words so many gazillion times…hopefully you guys learned new Japanese words from this lol…

Let’s learn some Japanese~

生真面目 (kimajime) - this is the official description for Victor, Nakamura’s character, meaning someone who is too serious. ‘majime’ is a rather common description of people I believe, but add ‘生 (ki)’ to it, the person becomes extremely serious. In the radio, they were discussing something about 根は真面目 (ne wa majime) and to be honest, I’m not completely sure what they are trying to say. but ‘ne’ means root, so I’m guessing a completely serious person or whatever, or it could just be a word play on 羽根 (hane, meaning feathers) since they were talking about Victor’s hair highlights that look like red feathers…

-殿 (-dono) - this is similar to the -san, -kun, -chan, etc added to people’s names. But -dono is a rather formal way of addressing someone, something we hear perhaps from samurais or soldiers etc…honestly, I don’t think I’ve heard actual Japanese people use the term before…

呼び捨て (yobisute) - and in complete opposite to the previous, take out all the   -san, -kun, -chan, -dono, etc and that is basically yobisute. So it will like saying Nakamura instead of saying Nakamura-san. I don’t know, I hear this term pretty common and if you are not familiar with the culture of Japan, it is hard to understand why there is even such a thing lol. but yeah, this term is kinda common…

ちらっ (chira) - this is more like a sound effect than a word. It’s kind of like saying *glance* or *peek* 

Multiply Writing Project: I'm a Mess

I’m so happy you all enjoyed the first one shot of this project! So thanks for all of your kind words about my writing, i appreciate you so much!

Here is the second one shot.

And just a reminder, none of these are related!

If you like what you read, like the post, reblog it, etc. etc.


I’m a Mess: An Ed Sheeran One Shot

            I’m really smitten with the relationship that I have with Ed Sheeran. It’s not this overdramatic love sequence that’s just going to boil down to nothing at the end of the day other than public displays of affection and empty words. No, there’s no time for melodrama or bullshit or reading between the lines of messages with hidden meanings. It’s all or nothing. It’s black or white, hot or cold, yes or no. There is no doubt in my mind that I am madly in love with someone who takes his tea without any sugar, can’t legally drive, and thinks about knitting a sweater for his kitten on a weekly basis. I don’t know anything other than him and I. I don’t. I can’t see anything other than those bright blue eyes and brightly colored tattoos, I can’t hear anything but the way his voice rolls over itself when he’s talking quickly or singing, the way he says my name in the morning, afternoon, and night, the way it cracks in his throat when he’s upset or afraid. I can’t feel anything but the warmth of his arm around my waist in the middle of the night, his beard when it scratches the skin on my neck or thighs, the grip he has around my heart. Everything comes up Sheeran in every aspect of my life. He’s all I know.

I don’t know how anyone exists without being able to talk to their significant other like we talk to each other. And not just about important stuff like living arrangements, where we’re going to spend holidays, and where he’s going to put his toothbrush in my apartment. I mean, talking. Talking about the shitty weather conditions or whose ass looks better in a beach volleyball game or what it feels like to completely miss Pluto being a planet because part of our childhood then becomes a lie fabricated by NASA. On some level, yes, I want to be able to be serious with him for a few seconds so we can build a foundation for this relationship, and we have that, but on most days I just want to walk around the corner to our local pub and drink cheap and potentially shitty beer and just be in each other’s company.

            Tonight is that kind of a night, but we stumble around town with a few of Ed and I’s friends. Mutual friends are my favorite kind of friends as long as they don’t have to choose sides if we ever decide to break up. If it comes down to it, Ed can have them. God knows that he deserves them more than I do. But I do deserve some kind of award for winning over the friends of every boyfriend I’ve ever had. I grew up with three brothers and a video game controller practically glued to my hip. I learned the rules to football at an early age, how to shoot a bb gun, how to drink whiskey (neat, by the way), and how to hold my own in a physical fight. Tonight we share drinks with the guys from Snow Patrol, who are so talented and just overall good dudes that I want them to be family.

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Klaroline Fanfiction Wekk Day 4: Humor

I thought this would be the perfect day to use an old prompt (sorry!) from Ms.ZoeiLang: Caroline gets a pet while she is living with Klaus.


If he wanted to, Klaus could pinpoint the exact moment in time he had lost his sanity.

It wasn’t because of some curse, or the death of a loved one, or any of the many supernatural problems that seemed to crop up on a weekly basis. No, the cause was much more sinister than that.

A Kitten.

The hybrid had been adamantly against getting a pet as soon as Caroline expressed an interest. They were too time consuming, filthy, obnoxious, and most of all, too human. His protests seemed to fall on deaf ears, however, as the persistent blonde continued to drop hints and talk endlessly about her latest obsession.

Klaus should have known he would give in eventually; he never could deny her anything. But he never actually got the chance.

As soon as Kol caught wind of Caroline’s desire, and Klaus’ displeasure, he was quick to pounce on the opportunity to irritate his brother. The troublesome Original had burst in one day, without knocking Klaus recalled, carrying a tiny grey bundle in his arms.

Caroline had of course squealed in delight, rushing over and snuggling the small kitten. Klaus had tried to object, but one look into her large blue eyes so full of happiness melted his resolve. He settled for shooting Kol a withering glance and storming out of the room, doing his best to ignore his brother’s laughter.

Caroline had later informed him that the kitten was named Hercules. The way she smirked as she told him indicated the name was some sort of jab at his expense, but he chose to ignore it, instead shooting the cat a glare as it gnawed on the laces of his boots.

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