i hate wren

so Ezra, Spencer, and Wren all walk into an airport bar...

that’s it. that’s the whole joke.

Some people have been speculating what will happen to Tony after Civil War II, and one of the theories is that he will be kind of an AI. With Doom taking over the Iron Man suit I simply had to draw something :D
For @laireshi!

(I guess @sineala and @notacaptainanymore might be interested too)

Count Me In

Notes:  The ever lovely wren-of-the-rain  asked “ahhh 43 sounds so cute.” So one must oblige. 😁💚


From THIS LIST!!!



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Alec wouldn’t say he hates clubs…Oh wait no…Yes…yes he would.

Alec hates clubs, he hates them with  every fiber of his being. He hates the air stained with the pungent combination of sweat and perfumes. He hates the ear shattering music roaring from no where, and every where all at once. And he especially hates the thriving bodies that swarm around him, (Just a bunch of horny adults dry humping in public in some pitiful veil of dancing.)

Honestly, the only reason Alec came here to the infamous Pandemonium night club was because his pain in the ass of a brother had dragged him flailing and screeching.

“Alec, you need a fucking break from all those text books,” Jace had declared with a harsh tugging on his arm out of the cramped apartment. “It’s not like you’ll fail law school from one night of fun.”

Alec admits that Jace may have had a point—he’s maybe been focussing a bit to entirely towards his studies in the passing months. So Alec’s  actually anticipating to have a fun night out with all his friends.

That is until—to his  great chagrin—Alec unceremoniously found out that Izzy and Clarry were incognito, making last minute adjustments to their trip around Europe…Which in turn meant that Alec was stuck either staring at a bunch of strangers rubbing against each other, or his brother making out with his boyfriend of a year and a half.

Not a fun position in the least.

Alec clears his throat a tad to loudly for it to be natural. “You know I hear if you don’t come out for air in at least five minute intervals, you can start losing braincells…And I don’t know about you Sheldon,  but I’m personally  under the impression that Jace can’t risk even another loss.”

Jace flips him off, and appears more than mildly  pissed when a chuckling Simon pulls away. “I think I’ll get us some new drinks,” Simon suggests, and  with a final peck onto Jace’s lips, commences his  maneuvering his way around the labyrinth of writhing bodies.

Alec roles his eyes at the way Jace can’t move his gaze from his boyfriend’s ass. “You know, you guys are pretty disgusting.”

“Oh spare me,” Jace scoffs. “You’re just salty that you haven’t went on a proper date sense you dumped that Adam dude last year.”

“I did not “dump” Adam,” Alec dismisses the idea, as if affronted by the insinuation . “Believe it or not Jace, people have the capacity to break up mutually, without any hurt feelings.)

“Oh?” Jace cranes a pale brow. “Is that why the poor bastard never came back for all his crap in our place?”

With a disgruntled pout, Alec merely averts his gaze—Honestly he didn’t have a comeback to that one.

“Admit it bro, you’re stuck in this perpetual circle where you want a boyfriend, but simultaneously suck at being one.”

“That’s not true,” Alec contends with an indignant twisting of the lips.

“Okay then,” Jace concedes with a pixilated glint in his miss-matching eyes. “Prove me wrong. dare you to get a number from a guy here tonight, and bring him to Clarry and Izzy’s going away party. I bet you guys can’t last the weekend.”

Oh hoe, Jace thinks he’s so clever with his dumb condescending smirk, and taunting and prodding. Hah he thinks that he can goad Alec so easily? Well he’s got another thing coming.

“Fine,” Alec bristles after approximately two minutes of holding himself back—his gaze immediately searching for the brunette who’s been tossing him suggestive winks the whole night.

“Oh no, not so fast my bro,” Jace needles with a sing-song tone of voice, and waving of the finger.  “One little caveat.”

“Let me guess,” Alec deadpans. “You get to choose the lucky guy.”

“You know me to well,” Jace leers with a hand running through his golden locks.

“Sometimes I wish I never knew you at all.”

Jace pointedly ignores him.

“I choose him!” He finally exclaims after a good two minutes of eyeing every seemingly available, (And sometimes not,) guy in the entire club.

Alec lazily flickers his glance towards where his brother is pointing, expecting the typical New Yorker guy. (Jelled hair to mimic a “Just got out of bed,” , look and all) But when Alec finally does take in the sight of the glittering bartender, every semblance of confidence that Alec has ever had, effectively  flies out the window.

“I-I can’t talk to him,” Alec tries to ignore the pleading edge to his voice, while he continues to gawk at the man not even ten feet from where he and Jace are lounging.

“Don’t tell me you’re intimidated Alexander,” Jace sneers with far too much amusement for it to be alright.

“NO! OF course not,” Alec scowls in a pathetic attempt to obscure the fact that his annoyingly smug fat face might be right. “It’s just…He’s like busy. you know, working!”

“Fine,” Jace nods in mock agreement. “Then you’ll just need to get us some drinks while your talking to him.”

“Isn’t that what you’re boyfriend’s doing?” Alec contends.

“Yeah, but the thing is even though I love the guy, I also know  Simon. He can’t not trip over his own two feet if we were to put him in some empty room.” Jace doesn’t give Alec another spare moment to argue against the mission, and instead shoves him towards where the bartender is filling up a new round of shots.

Alec curses him with the new latin words he’s learned by Maia while helping her study for her Classics midterm.

As he inches closer to the bar, Alec can more carefully take in the man’s intimidating appearance. From the shiny gloss swept across his lips, to the jewels adorning his fingers and ears, all the way too  how he withholds the ability to wear even a simple, silk button up with a prestige that Alec suspects not even actual royalty could pull off quite so successfully—The mysterious man with a fuchsia street in his hair, looks as if he has just stepped off the most esteemed fashion show in Milan, rather than working at some random nightclub in the middle of Brooklyn.

“Can I help you?”

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THEY TURN HIM INTO A NECKLACE ?!??

I can’t believe that they took this precious -yet not so innocent- man and turned him iNTO A DIAMOND NECKLACE ! What the actual hell ? It sounds funny when is said out loud but it’s really weird… Isn’t it ?!

Originally posted by who-tf-ischarles

‘We may have both been raised by the empire. But that does not make them loyal to us Tala… Or. Should I call you Sabine Wren?’


Imperial Au.

Where the names ‘Sabine Wren’ And ‘Ezra Bridger’ Haven’t been used in years.

anonymous asked:

How do you think Melissa even met Wren. I hate not knowing what happened between Alison's "death" and the Pilot episode

I’ve always wondered this. I guess it’s just a minor, irrelevant detail though. (Or is it?! Their meeting may have been A game related!)