i would have been out of here

anonymous asked:

What are the best over 90,000 word fics that you have read?

hoo ok here we go

Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar  

It’s six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.

For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don’t. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It’s very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.


Steve sits down hard on the steps.

cascades. by orange_crushed

“Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean.

“Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.

If They Haven’t Learned Your Name by silentwalrus (WIP)

Steve gets out of the hospital in two days, but just barely. “I’m fine,” he tells Sam, Nurse Eunjung and the phalanx of doctors assigned to make sure Captain America didn’t bleed out and die and get bad PR all over their nice clean hospital. “I have an advanced healing factor. It’s fine. See? I’m standing.”

“That is not standing,” Sam tells him.

“You’re bending the IV stand,” Nurse Eunjung adds pointedly. “Let go and sit down, they don’t grow on trees.”

aka Steve and Bucky’s Global Honeymoon Revenge World Tour.

just say you do by biblionerd07

Steve just wanted a job. He wasn’t expecting a marriage proposal. And he certainly wasn’t expecting to accept.

Middletown: A Study of Suburban Life by M_Leigh

In which Bucky is the new kid, Steve is the square who takes him in, Tony and Pepper fight over valedictorian a year in advance, Thor remains a golden god, Loki remains a drama queen, Natasha commits an act of vigilante justice, Clint somehow fails to make a your mom joke, Darcy is a Satanist, Jane is a goth, Sif is fine thank you very much, Sam climbs a tree, Peggy says no, Rumlow is a bully, and Mrs. Rogers, Mr. Coulson, and Ms. Hill are all very long-suffering.

Or: the story of the year Bucky Barnes finally learned how to talk to at least one other human being, discovered J. D. Salinger, started to try in school (kind of), got a haircut, landed a punch, almost got arrested, and kissed a boy on the mouth.

our golden age by augustbird

Wherein Bucky is the crown prince and Steve still becomes a hero.

Schrödinger’s Romance by The_StonedSoldier

“It could be a relationship, it could not be. You can assume either until you see for sure the results.“We all know those moments. Those moments when your family all gathers around you and asks "So, do you have a boyfriend yet?”. Bucky knows these moments all too well and, quite frankly, he’s sick to death of them. Unfortunately, being a 21 year old college student makes it harder for him to come up with excuses, and with Christmas coming up he needs to think of a way out fast. A chance encounter with a stranger through an old library textbook could just be the kind of miracle he needs to make it through the holidays with his last shreds of sanity intact.

Thawed Out by auburnnothenna (auburn), eretria

He’s not the Asset. He’s not the Winter Soldier. But neither is he Bucky Barnes. With the help of Steve, Sam and the Avengers, James takes the long, slow road to recovery. Nothing is as easy as either of them thought it would be.

The Art Of Cooking For Two by littleblackfox

“Any questions?”
“Uh. What the fuck am I doing here?” Bucky offers.

there must have been a moment where we could have said no by magdaliny

The Soldier remembers this: he wakes up in the snow.

To Be Vulnerable Is Needed Most Of All by perfect_plan

Steve is a shy comic book artist and meets his new neighbour, Bucky Barnes.

In which there are awkward longings, meddling best friends, comic conventions, heartache, lemons, video games, dorkiness, dancing and two cute boys.

to memory now I can’t recall by Etharei

While on a mission storming a HYDRA facility, James Buchanan Barnes touches one of the many strange alien devices collected by the Red Skull. He does this, in fact, twice— in the past, and in the future.

Next thing he knows, Bucky Barnes is opening his eyes in the 21st century, which is full of great gadgets and coffee, and at least includes his old pal Steve. (And, inexplicably, a different Stark.) Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the middle of World War Two, helping Captain America hunt down HYDRA (which is at least familiar), pretending to be Bucky Barnes (which is not), and figuring out the very noisy group of soldiers who call themselves the Howling Commandos.

War, Children by Nonymos

After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort.

Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.

Shape of You

Alright so here’s the start of a new AU!

Nesta hasn’t seen her sisters in almost a year. When she’s invited back to their lake house for a long weekend, Feyre insists she brings the boyfriend she’s told her about. The only problem is, he doesn’t exist. 

So out of desperation, her friend sets her up with Cassian. Somehow a weekend filled with fake hand holding and kisses, turns Nesta back into the girl she was before Tomas had destroyed her and the relationship she had with her sisters.

Chapter 1

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck,” I slammed my laptop shut as I threw my pen across the room. Of course my sisters would decide to have a start of summer weekend at the lake. And of course they would call me out for the lies I told them about the boy I met while here in the city.

It had been almost six months since I had last seen my sisters. I moved to the city as soon as I could, as soon as I found a job that would help me pay my half of the rent. I wanted out of that small town, I had to walk away before the memories, the ghosts haunted me forever. The city was my fresh start and even though neither of them understood, they let me go.

Feyre and I talked at least once a month on the phone. She kept asking me how I was doing and she told me that Tomas still asked about me. What she didn’t understand, even though I always changed the subject, was that I didn’t want to know about Tomas. I didn’t want to know about anyone in that small ass town because they were the reason why I left. The only reason I talked to Feyre was to check up on her and Elain.

They were the only family I had left. They were the only ones who mattered.

Sure I missed them. I missed my sisters, but it wasn’t enough to make me go visit home. I wasn’t homesick, I was content here in the city, in this new life I had made for myself. I loved my job at the bookstore. I loved the fact that I could walk everywhere and that things were open well into the night. But most of all I loved the fact that no one knew me. They didn’t know the secrets that had been whispered behind my back. They didn’t know how Tomas had tried to ruin me.

They didn’t know that he had almost won that war.

I read Feyre’s email again. Our lake house, the only thing our father had left to us. The lake house that had sat unused for years until we were old enough to realize the benefits of having that big house that sat right there at the water. The only reason we still owned it was because it was completely paid off. That and somehow Feyre and her fiancee were able to keep up with it.

The lake house where so many things had happened. So many things hadn’t happened too. There had been parties, there had been underage drinking. But mostly there had been tears. From me.

I pushed away those memories and looked at my computer. What was I supposed to do? I had started the lie to make my sister feel better. For her to think I wasn’t all alone out here in the city. Because she didn’t understand that I wanted to be alone. I didn’t want to be with someone who hurt me, who could destroy me. Not after I had been with Tomas for so long.

But I couldn’t tell her that truth. Not when I had fed her enough lies to make this boyfriend seem real. She was happy for me, she didn’t worry about me because she thought I had someone taking care of me. I didn’t need someone to take care of me. Just like I knew Feyre didn’t need her fiancee to take care of her. But it was nice knowing she had someone steady. She had someone real after the horrors that Tamlin had dealt her.

My sisters didn’t know about Tomas. They didn’t really know much about why I wanted to leave. It had been different when our parents died. I could’ve left and they would’ve understood. But I stayed until they were finished high school and then when Feyre announced she was getting married last year I up and left. I didn’t even say goodbye I just left a letter explaining I needed to find my own way now that they were both able to take care of themselves.

I pulled my hair hard, trying to stop the tears from filling my eyes. I didn’t cry, not easily. But I got teary eyed when I was frustrated. I couldn’t tell them the truth. So what was I supposed to do? I squeezed my eyes shut and the door to my apartment opened.

“Fuck me this can’t be happening.”

“Nesta!” I jumped at Rita’s voice, “you seem agitated.”

I met my roommate Rita at the bookstore. She was leaving for another job and I said something about needing a place to stay. We hit it off right away and I didn’t hate living with her. Sure our apartment was small, smaller than the home I had shared with my two sisters. But it was ours, I paid rent and I had my own room. Rita didn’t nag me about my mess and I didn’t nag her about hers.

We were good roommates. We got along and we left each other alone when we knew the other needed space. We were friends, but we were almost roommates. We didn’t get in each other’s business unless there was a reason to. I had gotten lucky.

I groaned, "my sisters want to have a long weekend at the lake.”

“Oh fun!”

“Not when you’ve been lying about having a boyfriend. And they want you to bring him along.”

Rita laughed, “oh shit I forgot. Damn what are you going to do?”

I shook my head, “I’ll think of something.”

I leaned back in my chair and Rita watched me. She raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I might know someone who can help.”

“No. The last guy you introduced me to was disgusting.”

His name was Adam and he was a hipster to end all hipsters. His hair was dirty and his glasses were round. They didn’t even have frames, and he spoke in riddles. I didn’t even spend five minutes in his presence. I found an excuse to leave, I texted Rita and told her to call me, and up and left him high and dry at the coffee shop we met at.

Rita laughed, “I’m sorry okay. I thought you’d get along. But you’ll like this one. Should I have him meet you? Even if he’s not the brightest, he’s easy on the eyes.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh. I bit my lip, was I that desperate?

“Really? Your advice is that I hire someone to be my boyfriend for the weekend?”

She shrugged as she set her bag on the counter, “it’s either that or tell them the truth, Nes. I’m not sure which is worse since you seem so opposed to letting your sisters believe you have someone in your life.”

I winced. Rita never told me what to do, she never scolded me for lying to my sisters. But I knew she was right. If I was so okay with being alone, and I swore I was, then why did I feel the need to please my little sister? I’m sure there was some therapist who would say I really wasn’t okay being alone and that some part of me wanted someone around.

But I wouldn’t believe them. Because I didn’t need anyone, I only needed myself. But I didn’t want my sisters to worry. I didn’t want them to think I left them because they were a burden. They are my sisters and I will always be there for them. But it’s my turn to have a life. It’s my turn to find where I’m supposed to be.

I looked at Rita, she was texting someone. She sat down on the couch and I looked at the picture of the three of us. The only picture I had on my desk of us when I was five and they were babies. I was always there, always taking care of them. They were my best friends, before that night drove us apart. Before that night pushed me so far away from everyone else that I couldn’t find my way back to them.

I didn’t want them to ask about it. I didn’t want them to think they needed to figure me out. If I had someone with me they would direct the attention to him. They would ask him about his life and how we met and what we did, instead of berating me with questions about why I left.

I let out a slow breath and Rita looked at me. She smiled slightly, like she already knew what I was about to say. My cheeks were red as I let the thoughts settle and I nodded my head slowly.

“Fine,” I gritted my teeth as I looked at the clock, “tell your friend to meet me at Luke’s diner in five minutes.”

“He’s already on his way. Trust me you’ll like him. He’s big and handsome,” her eyes got wide as if she had a crush on him herself, “he’s just your type.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up, “if he’s a hipster I swear to god I’ll kill you.”

Rita’s laugh followed me as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I walked down the steps, my heart pounding as I opened the door to our building. The sun was warm, the weather had already started to turn to summer. But goosebumps pricked my skin as I thought about hiring someone to lie to my family.

It wasn’t lying. It was pretending. My sister would bring her fiancee, I’m sure Elain had someone. I couldn’t remember if she told me about someone important. His name started with an L? Or maybe it was a C. She didn’t talk much whenever Feyre put her on the phone, but she told me bits and pieces of her life. Elain was the most upset when they found me gone.

I felt guilty every time she called.

But I knew with Feyre came Rhys and with Rhys came his friends. Azriel the quiet one who followed Rhys’s cousin everywhere she went. Feyre told me they were finally opening up to the idea of dating and while I was happy for them all, they were one big happy family, I knew that meant I would be the odd one out. I always was the odd one out, the one who didn’t fit in. The girl who stood alone and never had someone there beside her.

I wanted this weekend, now that I knew about it, to be fun. I wanted them to see me as the Nesta I always was, not the girl I had turned into after that terrible night. The night I was running from. The night I would do anything and everything to forget.

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as I rounded the corner and the diner came into view. I realized as I walked towards it that I wanted to go home. I wanted to go to the lake and see my sisters and the family they had made for themselves. But I didn’t want to go alone.

Sue me I still had some feelings. I still had some pride I suppose.

I walked into the diner and the bell above the door sounded. Luke, the owner, stood behind the counter and smiled at me. I nodded in greeting, my eyes sweeping the tables. I knew which one was waiting for me as soon as my eyes landed on him. I stood there for a moment too long and contemplated turning around.

He was a big hulking man, his dark hair was long. He looked warm, his skin glowing in the harsh lights of the diner. His black shirt fit perfectly over his arms and his chest. He took up enough space that my eyes couldn’t wander away from them if they tried. My heart stopped, his eyes landing on me before I could make a run for it. Before I could decide this was a terrible choice and I should just tell my sisters the truth.

“Well hello sweetheart,” he stood up and half his mouth tilted in a smile. He could’ve been attractive, if he cut his hair.

I pulled my chair out, “I’m Nesta.”

He licked his lips, “you can call me Cassian,” his eyes sparkled. Like they were hiding something he was dying for me to find out.

“Right well. I take it Rita told you why I’m here.”

He coughed, “something about you being in need of a male escort to the lake this weekend.”

I winced, “a friend,” I tried wondering if I could go through with this, “to make my sisters stop asking me why I don’t have a boyfriend okay? Can you do that? Pretend?”

Amusement filled his eyes. He tried to fight the smile that tugged at his lips, but when it didn’t stop he ran his finger along his chin. He looked down at his hands and I could tell he was thinking about more than just agreeing to helping me. Hell we didn’t know each other, we had just met and I asked him to date me. Even if it was fake, even if he was helping me, this was still weird.

Me and my stupid pride. I was about to take back the offer and tell him to forget it, that I had a mental breakdown and this was all just the biggest embarrassing moment of my life.

But then Cassian nodded slowly, “you know I’m surprise you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re cute and I know a few guys who like bossy.”

I rolled my eyes, “wow that was super helpful,” I glared at him, my hands were shaking. I shoved them under my legs as I waited to hear his answer, “you can just say no. Rita said you were single and I thought maybe you’d want a free trip to the lake for a weekend. I thought maybe…”

I stopped. I almost thought we could be friends. But I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, stopping myself form wishing for something I could never have. I didn’t let myself get close to people, not after Tomas wedged between me and my sisters. Not since that night when he destroyed all the threads of trust I had ever had.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you. I just said I’m surprised you aren’t taken,” he smiled then, he liked watching me squirm. He leaned back and stretched his arms over his head. His shirt rode up slightly and I saw the dark markings of a tattoo that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.


He wiggled his eyebrows, “well how can I say no when you say my name like that?”

He watched me for a moment as relief flooded through me. As much as I hated this I felt better once he said he would help me. I hated having to lie because everyone thought I couldn’t handle life without Tomas. Except I broke up with him. And I moved here, far away from my family to have the life I wanted.

"What do I get for helping you?” He finally asked, his deep voice smooth as he propped his elbow on the table, then leaned his head on his hand. He kept staring at me and it felt like his honey brown eyes could see into my soul.

I looked down at his hands. His skin was golden, a little darker. He looked like he was carved of stone, like he could’ve been a Greek god in another lifetime. A piece of brown hair fell in his eyes and I wanted to push it back. I let out a breath. I hadn’t thought this far.

“I’ll pay you,” I finally said. I didn’t have a lot but I could do something, “it won’t be much. But you’ll get a four day weekend at the lake house. Meals and showers and everything included.”

Cassian seemed to think it over. He nodded his head, "how much?”


“I know I look cheap, but I won’t act like your boyfriend for a hundred dollars, Nesta.”


He shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that.”

I blew out a breath, “$500. That’s my final offer.”

He reached across the table and touched my hand. His skin was warm and a spark shot down my arm. He ran his thumb over the back of my hand, “well sweetheart you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snapped. My eyes narrowed.

He laughed, “well I guess we should make some ground rules.”

“The first one is no pet names. Nesta,“ I pointed at me, "Cassian. Got it?”

He sighed, “sure sweetheart.”

He wasn’t going to make this easy. I could tell as he continued to smile, his eyes lighting up as I glared at him. It was like he thought I was a challenge, like he wanted to defy everything I was saying. He licked his lips, his fingers tapping on the table as I thought through what other boundaries we needed to establish. I didn’t realize this would all happen so fast. The weekend would be here in two days and somehow I had managed to find myself a boyfriend to fill the empty role.

Feyre would love Cassian. He was everything I would never want in a boyfriend. He was the complete opposite of Tomas and I couldn’t stop letting that sway me. He was big and dark, whereas Tomas was small and light. Cassian was full of mystery, but not the kind that Tomas carried with him. Cassian seemed honorable, Tomas had just been pure evil.

I let out a slow breath and pulled my hands off the table so he wouldn’t try to touch me again. I couldn’t stop feeling that spark going down my spine. I couldn’t stop wondering why exactly I had wanted this in the first place. I shook my head and finally brought my eyes back up to his.

“Okay so I’ve got some rules. First we hold hands if someone else is in the room. No touching if we’re alone, because honestly there’s no reason for it. You’re there to make me look good. You can kiss my cheek, but nothing more. We aren’t big on public displays of affection. My sister and her fiancé are, but that’s another story,” I rolled my eyes. Feyre and Rhys could barely keep their hands off each other. I hated being stuck in a room with them.

My cheeks turned pink and my mouth went dry, “we will probably have to share a room, you sleep on the floor. We don’t share the room if the other is changing. Make sure you bring enough clothes to sleep in and a bathing suit.”

Cassian nodded, "fine. But you want this to be believable. So you’re forgetting one thing.”


He smiled and it would’ve knocked me to my knees if I wasn’t already sitting. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to make it through the weekend alive. I had a feeling this new friend of mine was going to try and climb the walls I had built this last year. Like he thought he could break down the shell I had surrounded myself inside.

HIs brown eyes danced as he looked at me, his crooked smile in place, ”the story of how we met.“

Busted pt 3 *Not Edited*

Shawn Mendes 
Words: 1,120 
Note: Because when do I edit anything XD Anyway, thanks to all the peeps that have been asking for this! I finally did it after what like five months! Also, I managed to sneak the ‘trust me’ prompt in here, so I’m counting that! I was thinking of writing out the boyfriend tag, sort of like describing how the video would be, but idk if people would actually like that? If you want to see it then tell me I guess :)
Parts 1 and

Originally posted by illumeshawn

“Aaliyah, please open up.” I spoke through the flimsy fabric covered the bunk for what felt like the tenth time, trying to get her to show her face. It wasn’t much of a door, but it was the only real privacy someone could have on a tour bus and I wasn’t about to intrude on that, “I stoke a muffin from Shawn’s snack table.”

The curtain finally opened, just enough for her to peak a glance at the baked good in my hand, “What kind of muffin?”

I laughed because of course she would open up for a muffin. Gesturing to the bed, she finally opened the curtain all the way, allowing me to climb onto the tiny bed. I squeezed my way to the back, leaning by back against the ‘wall’ so I was facing her. Handing her the muffin, I watched her face light up when she saw the chocolate chips.

Even in the dim light I could see the red splotches adoring her face, Just the fact she was crying over this whole thing broke my heart.  

“I’m really sorry.” She finally broke the silence, picking small pieces off the muffin and popping them into her mouth, “I sent her the photos as a joke. I didn’t know she would post them everywhere.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. It’s been two years, it was going to happen at some point. Anyway, I’m sure everyone has known for a while now.”

“Yeah, you’re not really good at hiding the holding hands, or hugs, or kisses, or anything really.” I kicked her leg playfully, sending us both into a fit of giggles.

“Seriously though.” I started once the laugher died down, “You don’t need to worry, we’ll sort this out. And prepare for more kissing because we have no reason to hide now.”

“Yay!” Rolling her eyes, she cheered sarcastically, but I saw the small smile hanging on the corner of his lips.


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Doesn’t Count

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale, Scott McCall

Requested: Yes, by @chrisevansisdaddy04 who asked  Can you do 22 w/ Derek?

Prompt:  “I think the room is bugged.” 

A/N: Not very fond of this one but I hope you like it

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Derek had been acting weirder than usual lately. He no longer allowed anyone to have the pack meeting at his loft or more than one person over at a time. Granted, that usual person was you, but it was still strange. Most of the time when you showed up, you were able to say ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ before he pushed you out the door.

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50 Roommates/Apartment AU Prompts

Because cohabitation can be wild and quite the unexpected adventure

  • “Don’t start that shit with me.”
  • “You’re shitting with me, right?”
  • “Buying nothing but canned soup doesn’t count as grocery shopping!”
  • “What the hell are you listening to!?”
  • “What the hell are you watching!?”
  • “You went shopping…without me?”
  • “Cool find, would’ve been nice if you told me about the garage sale.”
  • “So I saw your Netflix profile and I have to ask, are you okay?”
  • “Look, I’m all for this DYI stuff but there’s a limit.”
  • “Last I checked, pranks are meant to be funny, not scare the living shit out of people.”
  • “Excuse you! Language! There are children here.”
  • “You’re in a cult, call your dad.”
  • “Sure, let’s tamper with supernatural forces. What could possibly go wrong?”
  • “That doll is terrifying, do us all a favour and put it in a box somewhere, wrapped in chains with a padlock. In the woods.”
  • “I get it, you’re obsessed but this is getting out of hand.”
  • “Alright, spill it.”
  • “Alright, what did your inept coworker do this time?” 
  • “Alright, what did your rude ass coworker do this time?”
  • “So besides coffee, what else did you consume today?”
  • “Did you forget to eat again?”
  • “A nap, that’s what you need. A goddamn nap.”
  • “What did I say about watching scary movies at night?”
  • “What time did you even go to bed?”
  • “Have you slept like at all?”
  • “Do we even have toilet paper?”
  • “I know you’re hoarding toilet paper, we’re not savages!”
  • “I’ve got a nasty hangover and you drank the last Gatorade, I’m only sparing your life so you can go buy a pack.”
  • “Are you eating my chocolate/candy?”
  • “Those are my chips!”
  • “I made too much of this, so we’re set for the week.”
  • “No sweat, I packed your lunch already.”
  • “I took pity on your plain baloney sandwich and made you a home-cooked meal.”
  • “When you said you were doing laundry, I wasn’t expecting this.”
  • “Did you lock yourself out again?”
  • “That’s it, I’m enforcing a pants policy. Shorts are okay but no short-shorts.”
  • “Dude, stop feeding the squirrels.”
  • “Why are there squirrels in the apartment!?”
  • “I got to work late because the squirrels recognized me and harassed me for nuts. I didn’t ask for the life of a Disney princess so please stop feeding the squirrels!”
  • “Why are you cleaning the place at this hour!?”
  • “What do you mean you borrowed?? You took it without asking!”
  • “So…you planning on living through boxes or are you going to actually sort through this mess?”
  • “I get it, you’re a night owl but can you take this to your room? I’m trying to sleep.”
  • “I’m this close to giving our upstairs neighbours a piece of my mind.”
  • “Merry Christmas! I bought you some towels.”
  • “Dude, since I left this morning, have you moved like at all?” 
  • “This cheese is definitely expired. No, I’m not smelling it.”
  • “Dude, did you pay the heating/electric/internet bill?”
  • “I’d ask how your date went but I heard everything, so…”
  • “And you were going to tell me about this party that’s going on in our apartment when??”
  • “Since when did we have a cat/dog/other animal?”

Whosoever fills any of these prompts, kindly tag it as #battyprompts so that I can see them. I’m curious to see your creations <3

“That Idiot” Part 2

“Welcome Home”
Pairing: Levi x Reader
Genre: Action, fluff
Words: 1888

Originally posted by fudayk

[A/N: Here it is… what ya’ll have been waiting for! LOL I hope you like it, peeps! - Mod Max]

           Love is painful. You found that out when you were young. It’s a given that your life would be tough, growing up in the underground and all, but your family seems pretty special. Well, that is if you could consider it a family.

           That’s why … it took a while for you to reciprocate Levi’s feelings. Though, you can honestly say you really weren’t able to do much. It’s just that, you can’t help but feel as if you don’t deserve him. He’s too good for you, and getting comfortable with him is taking advantage of him. He doesn’t deserve that.

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I’m super excited to be a part of the @hancezine! Here’s an excerpt of the fic I’m submitting; huuuge thank you to Miss Onions @butteredonions for the help beta reading!! Preorders open May 1st!

Even now, if the helmet hadn’t been nestled between Hunk’s legs where the slight vibrations could transmit to his thighs he would have missed the warning sign.

“What the–” Hunk started pulling his torso out of the machine, just as the buzzing suddenly spiked into a loud burst of feedback. It was accompanied by a sharp yell from the general direction Lance had wandered off in, and then silence.

“Quiznak!” Scrambling backwards, Hunk finally extricated himself and grabbed his helmet, cold sweat prickling at the back of his neck. “Lance? Lance!”

He was about to slam his helmet down on his head to call Lance when he caught himself. If the helmets had been tampered with, now wasn’t the time to be putting it on. Hunk lowered it into his lap and reached for the scanner in his tool pouch.

“Lance, can you hear me?” Hunk called out again, quickly turning the scanner on and pointing it at his helmet. “Hon? If this is another one of your jokes it’s not funny!”

anonymous asked:

i just think it's wild™ how white mcu fans will erase sam as if their two favorite whites wouldn't be dead and/or in prison if sam had opted to mind his black business instead of being the saint he is...just inch resting to me :/

Full off tense, but I completely agree.

Here’s how CA:TWS would’ve worked out - it wouldn’t have, have fun in Hydra Hell™
Here’s how CA:CW would’ve worked out - Bucky would be dead

I almost wish I was overreacting but like - Steve and Nat ran to Sam when everyone was out to get them in CATWS, The three of them together made a VERY good team and that movie would’ve been twice as long without Sam like…. Boy saved their asses.

And in the comics he stays savin their asses TOO so it’s not even a fucking MCU thing. Sam is the backbone of the caps trio. HE GETS SHIT DONE.

acasalvera  asked:

has the established relationship tag been updated recently?! If not would you mind pretty please? tysm

It hasn’t been! So here you go, @acasalvera! And the tag for all the others.- Anastasia

Originally posted by pleasingpics

shutting out the world by Saraste

(1/1 I 100 I General I Sterek)

Sometimes, Derek simply can’t face the world. Stiles is there to help him.

Intermission by doctorkaitlyn

(1/1 I 250 I Teen I Allison/Jo (Supernatural))

“You know, I could have taken that vamp on my own.”

Life with you is full of surprises by trilliastra

(1/1 I 778 I General I Sterek)

“Our son made a mess in the sink”

“We don’t have a son”

Or the one where Stiles has news, Derek freaks out and Cora thinks they are both disgusting

Entertain Us by Hailhydration

(1/1 I 1,026 I General I Sterek)

Stiles won’t shut up, Derek has no taste in music and brownies do not get made. 

On the Beach by Smowkie

(1/1 I 1,042 I General I Sterek)

The look on Stiles face when he dips his toes in the water makes Derek bark out a laugh and Stiles glares at him, but his lips are twitching too, like he’s fighting a smile of his own.

Or: Stiles and Derek go to the beach with Bob.

No Better Reason by red_crate for DarkHunterJenn

(1/1 I 3,014 I Explicit I Steter)

“Didn’t you say something about not distracting me?” Stiles turns in Peter’s hands, getting onto his knees to face the back of the couch so he can kiss Peter properly. “This is definitely a distraction.”

“You’re clearly very torn up about it.”

Shitty Little Things in Boxes by inatshej

(1/1 I 3,577 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek looked over Stiles’ books and all the other shitty little things he was bent on keeping, not caring about them being Stiles’ possessions anymore and gripping them tightly, crying over each and every one that struck a memory in him, crying even more when he didn’t recognise another small nonsense because apparently, that’s what was left of his life with Stiles. Shitty little things in boxes.

Snowed In by lydiastilinskis

(1/1 I 4,061 I Teen I Stydia)

When a snowstorm along the east coast prevents Stiles from visiting Lydia at MIT like they’ve been planning for months, they both take matters into their own hands to get to each other.

Pretty Good Together by lydiastilinskis

(1/1 I 4,241 I Teen I Stydia)

Lydia and Stiles are in a race against time to make it back to Beacon Hills in time for the Sheriff’s birthday party, which Stiles can’t bear the thought of missing for the first time in his life. 

Jagged Pieces Still Interlock by ChloeWeird, SylvieW

(1/1 I 10,563 I Teen I Sterek)

For six years, Derek and Stiles have been the best of friends. Or, at least, that’s what they’ve let everyone they love believe. But on the eve of Talia Hale and John Stilinski’s wedding, secrets come to light and relationships are tested to their breaking point.

anonymous asked:

I'm sure you've answered this before, sorry if you have, but what materials did you use for the lekku? I'm struggling to find the right stuff. Thank you for your time in advance!

I don’t know if I have here - I got asked a lot at SWCO!

I made them so long ago, I’m afraid I don’t have any pictures to show. It’s a fairly simple process, anyway.

On a polystyrene headform I sculpted out my lekku from clay. First I built out the headform with clay to my measurements, then I used wire and newspaper to mock out a basic form for the lekku to minimise weight and the amount of clay needed. (Chickenwire would have been more helpful, but I didn’t have any to hand and couldn’t be bothered getting some.) I then covered this with clay, shaping and smoothing it to the shape I wanted. I was trying to achieve Hera’s fairly unique sweetheart shape so they were more exaggerated than most lekku out there. (Possibly too exaggerated, but I really like the effect achieved, I feel it is currently kind of unique among other Hera cosplayers, and it’s just… I dunno. It’s a more romantic lekku look? Which feels appropriate for Hera somehow.)

When I was happy with the shape, I started coating the form with liquid latex. I applied it using foam brushes, making sure to extend down over the headform at the root of the lekku. The first layer will be kind of patchy as the liquid latex moves over the clay, but coverage will built up evenly after a couple of layers. 

I applied a layer of latex, let it dry (it doesn’t take too long). Once a layer dried, I dusted it all over with talcum powder. Apply another layer of latex, dry, dust, repeat. The talcum powder helps to strengthen the latex. I think that I applied 10-15 layers of latex, but I don’t really remember. I applied a few extra in-between layers to the underside of the lekku curves just to help strengthen that exaggerated shape.

Once I felt I had enough layers, I let the whole thing sit for 24-48 hours to just cure all the way through. Then, I peeled my brand new lekku from my sculpt, making sure to keep dusting the newly exposed latex with more talcum powder as I went. This prevents the latex from sticking to itself. You will probably have to destroy your mould at this point if you want to have your lekku as one single piece. This especially applies if you do a more exaggerated shape like I did. 

However, as I was making Hera-inspired lekku, and she wears a cap, I just cut through the latex between the two lekku and peeled them off individually. I just slot them into my cap. It all depends on what twi’lek you have in mind and their headdress/lack of. 

(As I used this individual-lekk method, I was able to make another two pairs of lekku.)

To stuff  the lekku, I filled around an inch and a half of the tips with rice, then poly balls (ie. beanbag filling) up to that curve, the polywadding through to curve to around an inch away from the root. The root I then sealed up with expanding foam to give a solid supportive root. Filling the lekku like this means that they aren’t rigid. The rice in the very tips weighs them so that the lekku don’t float around randomly and instead sort of bounce and sway; I get a lot of natural movement as I walk around which I love, and I got a lot of fantastic comments and questions about that. 

For painting, I recommend using whatever you will use on your face. I was a little worried about this as I elected to not use alcohol based body paint (which would have meant your lekku would perfectly match and remain relatively pristine no matter.) What I did was I applied my make-up (Mac chromacake - it’s basically overpriced Kryolan, and a waterbased pancake) using Ben Nye Final Seal (an alcohol based setting spray). Then, after applying Hera’s markings, I sealed the entire thing by sponging over prosaide. Not only did this seal the colour in near perfectly (I’ve had to touch up one or two spots where they’ve been banged about or worn by the cap edge), but it also blended it really nicely so the markings look more natural rather on painted on. I then dusted the whole thing with a translucent setting powder to mattify it, and voila! Slot into cap and you’re good to go.

I do not recommend knocking over your headform at any point in this process. Which I did. Several times.

(Photo by the lovely Alexandra Lee) 
(I should note that my lekku were slotted into my cap at the wrong angle for the entirety of SWCO, which I realised on my first day and then just… never fixed. i was slightly concerned about lifting the make-up around the root of the lekku and was too tired to deal.) (Also in this picture I am leaning so awkwardly against a pillar)

majorpepperidge  asked:

Apologies for being out of the blue, but my personal headcanon for BatIM is that Bendy and Boris WERE just regular toons, but Joey Drew was sick and dying (hence wheelchair flashback) and first tried harvesting Boris' organs for his own, and it didn't work. THEN he The Fly'd it up and spliced himself with Bendy to live forever. Thoughts?


#1, that’s disgusting, Joey

#2, we have no way of knowing if the toons had existed prior to Henry leaving the studio, or prior to… uh, whatever the Devil is happening here.  But harvesting a cartoon’s inky organs for human replacements doesn’t seem to me like the kind of action anybody would even consider within the realm of possibility, much less reasonability.  But then, Joey might not have been within reason himself at the time.

I dunno, it can’t really be ruled out right now because there’s nothing to say it’s wrong, but there’s also no evidence in favor of it.  I suppose we’ll see!

Nearly at 10,000 posts, oh my god! I’ve been here for 5 seasons, so hypothetically that would work out to be 2,000 posts per season. Wow!

And, I just spent over three hours answering messages. They have all been queued and are going to be continually posted over the coming days. 

The messages are about the latest 2 episodes, and I even had heaps in there from before the premiere. A part of those 3 hours were responding to messages privately - I couldn’t possibly post all 150, there were heaps of repeats, and also I am always concerned about spamming you all too much.

I’ll probably wait for these to all get posted over the coming days before I start answering new messages that come in as of right now.

So, over the coming days, if it looks like I’m on Tumblr 24/7, that’s actually my queued posts. I spent ages on them. There are some really good questions in there!

(But also in general, if it looks like I am on Tumblr 24/7, I mostly run my blog from my iPhone. I’m only ever at my computer if I need to queue posts like today, make a long theory or edit my list of questions. So whenever I’m bored, I’m refreshing my dash and checking for new messages all on my phone. I’m not physically sitting at my desk on the computer all day obsessing over PLL!! Just felt like making that point because I know how frequent I am posting, but it’s all thanks to the convenience of the phone app. I blog when I’m on the bus, in between my 3 hour gaps of uni classes, and just generally when I’m bored, etc.)

anonymous asked:

this is meant to punish Sony and their homophobic policies. If Harry doesn't earn quite as much this time, honestly, so be it. He can certainly afford. During times when lgbtq people have to fear for their lives around the world, a white British multimillionaire losing out on some sales isn't a big deal.

I really don’t think you can add 2+2 here and make 4. Harry and Louis have been through more emotional abuse over the last 7 years than most of us could imagine. I would rather walk bare foot through broken glass than do anything that makes either of them think I don’t support them.

Ps - I take it you will be boycotting all Sony artists then and not just Harry? PPS - you do understand that Harry is one of the victims of their homophobic policies?

1962 Mercury Colony Park by Greg Gjerdingen
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Click here for more car pictures at my Flickr site. Rohner’s Auto Parts 3rd Annual Collector Car Gathering and Customer Appreciation Day Willmar, Minnesota July 2016 My Dad used to bring along as he would get parts for the family car. As a little car freak, I loved running around checking out all of the different cars. I bought my first car before I had my license and I had to make many trips to Rohner’s to get that car road ready before I passed my road test at 16, I have been going there ever since and bringing friends along and getting them hooked as well. It was a great day and I heard many great experiences people had finding parts to fix their cars. I feel all of us should throw them an appreciation party.

anonymous asked:

Hey Eirikr, I'm really interested in the depiction of Lilith as Adam's first wife. Would you happen to know of the source of this version of her, or any other texts or analyses of it?

Since most of the references to her are scattered across many sources, your best bet might be Tree of Souls, the book that contained Arsiel from a while back. It’s been on my to-buy list, but I just have so many other books to get out of the way first. Here’s what its index says about the Lilith content within the book:

Meaty! Man, this book looks great. I might not be able to resist.

EDIT: This book does indeed contain the story of Lilith as Adam’s first wife, plus commentary. It’s even viewable in the Amazon preview! Try page 216.

anonymous asked:

How you could have fixed Chapter 25 (Birthright)? I've heard it's wasted potential story-wise mainly because of this supposely "power of friendship" cliche.

I assume you mean the “freeing Takumi from possession a second time” (if not please clarify)
Tbh as cliche as it may be, I don’t really see any potential outcome that would have been that much better.

I mean, they already seeded that there was a traitor among your ranks. And then they had Takumi give you foreshadowing during his fever episode. Anyone else being the traitor would come entirely out of left field. Iago using his hold over Takumi at that point makes sense (although he might have revealed that earlier, but we are talking about chapter 25 here) since he was cornered and Takumi was his only trump card left.

Now the only other result, besides the friendship-save, I can see here is Corn being forced to kill Takumi or Takumi being faced in a later chapter again.. which is pretty much just a repeat of Conquest and doesn’t add anything. He’d also get in the way of the other conflicts that still need to be resolved in the later chapters.

Really the only things I’d ‘fix’ is Corrin and the Hoshidan siblings bonding more actively and noticably over the course of the game. That’s the sort of thing one shouldn’t leave to the supports alone. If they felt closer at that point, the scene would have more impact.
The other thing would just be to freshen the dialoge up a little so it sounds less like a Saturday-morning cartoon.

As cheesy as it all was, I ended up liking the scene mostly because Takumi didn’t break out of it for Corrin’s sake (or at least not directly). He did it for Sakura’s sake. His little sister who just saved the day by what I imagine to be headbutting Iago. The baby sibs are truly ride or die for each other and I love it.


1971 Ford LTD Convertible by Greg Gjerdingen
Via Flickr:
Click here for more car pictures at my Flickr site. Rohner’s Auto Parts 3rd Annual Collector Car Gathering and Customer Appreciation Day Willmar, Minnesota July 2016 My Dad used to bring along as he would get parts for the family car. As a little car freak, I loved running around checking out all of the different cars. I bought my first car before I had my license and I had to make many trips to Rohner’s to get that car road ready before I passed my road test at 16, I have been going there ever since and bringing friends along and getting them hooked as well. It was a great day and I heard many great experiences people had finding parts to fix their cars. I feel all of us should throw them an appreciation party.

andreil going on roadtrips is literally??? just the?? warmest thing ever????? they werent able to do it before, for spring break, because of all the bad stuff that happened…but just imagine like sometime in the summer. for 2 weeks or so they get to be together, alone, free of worry leaving it all behind ((including kevin much to his distaste bc he didnt want to have the court so far from him but hes able to stick with his dad so its ok. also andrew pulled out the knives))

  • having just the road beyond them!!! they travel for hours with no real destination in mind, only the feeling of being able to be with each other like this 
  • with their fingers loosely laced together in the middle of the console and the windows down with the wind blowing through their hair. sometimes neil will stick his head out to really breathe in and feel his blood rushing because freedom is right here in front of him in the palms of his hands and it feels so good
  • andrew glances at him before turning back to the road again and his heart is clenching and burning with this entirely new feeling because neil still feels like a fucking pipe dream even though he is right there with him. and he always will be.
  • after a while they’d stop at a rest area, or maybe just the shoulder of an empty road. andrew would step out and go to neil’s side and lean against the hood of the car while lighting 2 cigs
  • they both breathe in the smoke while they lean back to stare at the starry sky which is extremely clear without light pollution, except its only neil doing so, because andrew is staring at him from the corner of his eye instead
  • the awe on neil’s face makes the realization hit him that he’d burn down the world if that meant nothing would ever be able to take this away from him again ((am i speaking about neil’s happiness, or neil with andrew? ;)))
  • this muddles his thoughts and almost melts his fucking brain, so much that he has to ask “yes or no?” and pulling neil in by the collar of his shirt when he whispers out a “yes. always yes.” and biting his bottom lip for the last of it in retaliation which makes neil smile against his mouth
  • they spend nights in shitty motels with junk food and candy surrounding them on their bed, courtesy of andrew
  • theyre wrapped in blankets like a cocoon and sharing kisses and nuzzles to necks and soft touches like hands running through hair, warm hands on the back of necks and sometimes barely-there fingertips grazing up and down arms when andrew is comfortable with it
  • neil will send a pic of them on the balcony with the sunrise behind them to the foxes’ groupchat and everyone dies from it. andrew is glaring at neil and flicks the ash of his cig towards him and neil just smiles
  • neil would want to go on runs in the morning, to stick to routine, to sometimes push away nightmares he had the night before, but in the end he will always come back to andrew because he knows he no longer has to be actually on the run. and andrew will be waiting for him
  • and he is, with takeout breakast and a 2nd cig in between his fingers for him, and the steadying presence with the feeling of home
  • they dont exactly have plans for their days, just whatever comes to mind and whats easy, either lazing about watching boring movies with andrew’s legs thrown across neil’s lap or andrew slowly taking neil apart bit by bit with hot hands and harsh kisses. it all works for them
  • ((once neil asked if he’d wanna go running with him sometime and maybe check out whats around and what to do and andrew just stares blankly at him like ‘are you kidding me’ and neil has the audacity to laugh))
  • and even after many years that pass they’ll still take these roadtrips, a lot of them on a whim just to get away from everything and to wrap up into each other and feel how they still fit together like 2 pieces of a puzzle even after all this time
  • until the end of forever