i'm still getting her face down

Can we please talk about Natasha in Civil War?

Natasha, whose fear is to see the Avengers torn apart. She signs the Accords not because she trusts the government. Yes, she wants to make amends and agrees to an extent that people with powers need to be put in check, but more importantly, she believes it’s the best option of keeping the Avengers together. Path of least resistance, if you will. Natasha’s a pro at reading the terrain. She knows if they don’t sign, they would be heading down a road paved with pain. 

Her priority throughout Civil War is to keep her family intact. That’s why you can’t place her on a team. It’s not simply #TeamSteve vs #TeamTony. She didn’t hop from one side to the other. She’s playing by her own rules, governed by her head and heart. She tells Steve staying together is more important than how they stay together.

Natasha, who shows up at Peggy’s funeral because she doesn’t want Steve to be alone, worries about Tony’s state of mind, pauses mid-fight to get Clint’s reassurance that they’re still friends. Natasha, who lets Steve and Bucky leave despite the consequences she’d have to face and returns to find out how Rhodey’s doing instead of running to hide. Even in her last scene, she’s still playing mediator.

This is Natasha looking out for her own. This is Natasha trying to be a friend. This is Natasha acting on her emotions for her family, as Steve is for Bucky, and Tony for his parents and the victims in their missions.

So don’t whittle her down to a simple “double agent”. I will fight you.

This is your fault you gave me the idea

@classy-sassy-enjolrassy wrote a thing after we talked about drunk Enjolras and I’m crying

Grantaire flops face down on his sofa when he gets home from his opening shift at the café. You would think that getting up at 5 to open wouldn’t be that bad when you get free coffee but it is still 5am no matter how much glorious caffeine you have. Urchin jumps on his back and begins to do her odd kneading thing with her paws which would be almost sweet if she didn’t use her claws while she did it.

“Ok ok I get it you’re hungry” he grumbles slowly standing up so the cat can adjust so she’s perched on his shoulder. She wasn’t what you’d call a pretty cat with her sooty grey coat and missing ear but he had begrudgingly fallen in love with her after Jehan had asked him to watch the poor stray while he tried to find a home for it, and that was three years ago. After he fed her he managed to take his shoes off and collapse on his bed for a well-deserved nap when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He groaned but reached for it because knowing his friends someone was in jail.

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Episode of the Week - 2x16: The Boneless Bride in the River

How does Nora feel about femdom? (Asked by anon)
  • Nora, sitting with her team, a puzzled look on her face: I'm not sure what that is? Do you guys know?
  • Nora, after getting a collective shake of heads, stands up: Ah well, I'm gonna head off to the little girl's room. I'll ask Blake on my way back, maybe she'll know.
  • ~~~
  • Ren, sipping his tea while talking to his teammates: Mhm, Jaune you have gotten much better in your combat, though I still think you should get a little more mobi-
  • Nora, slamming a tight grip down onto Ren's shoulder, leaning into his ear: We need to go....now.
  • Jaune, watching Nora run off with Ren in tow: Ah...must be something about that thing she asked Blake, huh Pyrrha?
  • Pyrrha, holding onto her bright red cheek with one hand, the other holding her scroll, a lustful look on her face: Oh....oh my...
  • Jaune, raising an inquisitive eyebrow: Umm...Pyrrha?
  • "Was it worth it to you?!" She nearly screamed at him with big salty tears running down her face. She knew that this face would be etched into his mind for the rest of his life, and she was glad. "Baby.. I'm sorry.. Please." He tried finding comforting words as he took a step closer to her and opened his arms.
  • She pushed him away.
  • Tears still streaming down her face she sniffles and stared deep into those eyes that made her feel like a princess all those years before. "I'm not your baby, and I never was because only a monster would crush their baby like this. I feel bad for whoever you're calling your "baby" now!"
  • "Please just let me explain please." He was calm but one look in his eyes and you could tell that he was like a puppy getting scolded. And boy did she want to see him walk away with his tail between his legs.
  • She took a shaky breath and started with the speech that she had had planned in her head for days. "There's nothing to explain. You cheated on me. You chose another girl over the one that would've walked into ongoing traffic for you and who still would. You were a coward and couldn't just tell me you didn't want to be with me anymore so you had to show me and it kills me that you did that!"
  • Once again he tries taking another step towards her. She silently think to herself that if he gets any closer She'll either punch him or run. He reads her mind and backs up.
  • "Please it wasn't like that it was...."
  • She wouldn't let him get another word of crap out of his mouth. "When was it? Was it when you first told me you loved me? Or when you kissed me underneath the stars? Or when we stayed up until 3am telling each other our biggest secrets? Tell me. When exactly was it that you decided that I wasn't good enough for you."
  • He shoved his hands into his pockets and swayed lightly on his feet. No words left his mouth.
  • She was again fighting back tears. "I thought so. This is your loss, not mine because you lost someone who would've died for you and I lost someone who didn't even want me alive."
  • She spun on her heel and jogged away. She cried. More than She ever had in her entire Life. She ignored it when he called for her to come back and she ran faster when She heard him sprint after her. Tears smearing her mascara everywhere and one thought on her mind. "This pain will pass, but I have to feel it first" and oh my goodness did she ever

Freedom and Victory [AO3]

Five rounds through the wash, two hours with a pair of tweezers, an hour of sewing, and another three hours of stitching. That described the youngest halfa’s Saturday night. She didn’t go by Danielle- or Dani- anymore. That was the name Vlad gave her, another reminder that he saw her as just another failed clone.

So, five times the suit went through the washer and drier, two hours of picking at the decal after it had been weakened, an hour of sewing it to be longer, and another three hours of stitching on a new design.

“You sure about this?” Valerie asked. “I mean, you’ve already done it so it’s probably too late now, but…”

“I’m sure,” the halfa replied with a nod. She pulled on the suit top, making sure it still fit like it was supposed to. She looked herself up and down in the mirror, a smile gradually forming on her face. “Goodbye Danielle, hello Liberty.”

“And your other name? ‘Dani’ is common enough for you to get away with, but Liberty’s more unique.”

Liberty straightened her back and held her head high. “Nike.”

Quick, self-indulgent MCxJaehee angst bc I love her, and it made me sad when she broke down crying bc we couldn’t be there to comfort her. I’m still pretty rusty at drawing, I’m trying to get back into it T_T I hate drawing heads/faces.

Do you remember the Special Feeling meme with the couple under an umbrella in the snow? 

Seriously, though, one of Azusa’s Dark Fate Heaven scenarios has Azusa ask Yui to stand closer and closer until they’re almost kissing, and he says being able to look so closely at her face is his “special privilege.” And Yui thinks… that’s an embarrassing thing to say! ♥

Okay guys, so picture this: 

- It’s time for our heroes to choose where they want to go to school. 

- Marinette wants to be a fashion designer, and she gets a surprising call from Gabriel Agreste and he wants to meet with her.

- Gabriel is offering to pay for her entire schooling, including giving her a much coveted internship with his company after she has graduated. There is just one catch: she has to break up with Adrien.

- Marinette doesn’t even hesitate to decline, she doesn’t want to let Gabriel control her life the way he controls Adrien.

- Adrien finds out about the deal (whether he was eavesdropping or his father tells him about it) and confronts her about declining.

-Marinette is upset that he would even think she could accept a deal like this, but he tells her that he has already accepted it for her. He can’t let her give up on her lifelong dream just because of him.

- After breaking things off with Marinette (once again sacrificing his wants and needs for her) he decides to go to Stanford University’s business school in America in order to be away from his father and away from the pain of being without Marinette.

- Not long after getting settled in his new school, Marinette arrives and tells him that he has no say in her decisions, and she isn’t willing to lose him and what they have together just for some silly internship. Adrien tries to argue, but she tells him that she didn’t spend two months hounding Natalie for his address just to turn back now. Since he’s been missing her so much he gives in.

- Marinette takes night classes at a local community college, waitresses during the day and starts selling the clothing she makes in her spare time to a local boutique close to campus. To her great surprise, her stuff sells well and she and Adrien manage to get an apartment together.

- By the time Adrien graduates, Marinette has a successful boutique of her own which Adrien helps her manage. 

- She never regrets turning down Gabriel Agreste, and can’t help but rub her success in his face when she and Adrien get married a few months later. She also gets hoards of compliments on her wedding dress… which she designed herself.

Kyoshi to Kuvira (if Korra was still connected to them)
  • Roku: Calm down, Avatar Kyoshi. Understand that there has to be a balance maintained
  • Aang: No, Kyoshi. The peace must be kept. Korra must keep a peace within her to win
  • Kyoshi: Oh yeah, Peace. I'd break a piece of my foot in that ass if it were me
  • Unknown Waterbending Avatar: FUCK YEAH! LET'S PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE FACE!
  • Unknown Earthbending Avatar: -gets punched in the face by Waterbending Avatar-
  • All the previous avatars: -starts a huge brawl-
  • Aang: O.o
  • Roku: -slaps forehead-
these are two cut characters, seemingly the female counterparts of royal guards 01 and 02. They lack overworld sprites, but sprites for their hands and helmets were made, although i’d expect they would have a different chest plate.
their text is still included in the text dump of the game
it interestingly enough starts out with the line
so i’ve got no idea why thats in there, but ive never seen it in game, only other   time I found an f bomb in this game was another random line saying “What the  fuck is wrong?”

here is the slightly edited for clarity text for 03 and 04. its pretty sweet , I wish i could have helped them like 01 and 02. If Toby ever makes a dlc for Undertale or patches it, I really hope these two get put in, they seem almost done. 
the text is out of order and I’m not sure who says what, but the basic concept is that 04 is the cat and is trying to act solo and like she doesn’t care about 03,   and 03 is the bug who is depressed. turns out they both still wear the friendshipbracelets they made for each other, but you can make them remove their gloves and reveal the bracelets, if both reveal them you can spare them like 01 and 02. if you kill one of them, the other will regret not telling the other and will          become very upset. They go get icecream and presumably would meet 02 and 01 there.

 RG 04 
 DEF* Royal Guard member.* Protective of her armor.
04: Hmph,try not to mess this up.
04: I'll take you down alone!
03 Sigh...team attack,I guess. 
04: I'm a one woman army.
I know, but...
Nice to meet you???
04...!! Why didn't I...
04 !?You... YOU...!
 03 rubs her glove quietly.
 04 hums and looks the other  way.
 03 stands guard.
 04's twitches her tail.
 03 is trembling.
 03 is holding her face in  her hands.
 03 stands still.
 03 seems sick.
 03's breathing intensifies.
 You touch RG 03's glove. It starts to come loose.
 You shake RG 03's claw.
 You tell RG 03 that she  should stand up for herself.
My glove..!
03...Is that...?
Yes.It is.
Go ahead. Laugh at me.
No, I...
RG 04 is looking at her own  glove.
What are you talking about?
Don't touch that!!
03 I didn't want this...
03...answer me...
03 I never said sorry...
03...!? Why, you...
04 holds her head in her hands.
Sad mews emerge from 04's armor.
 04 is thunderstruck.
 04 does nothing.
 04's breathing intensifies.
 You attempt to touch RG 04's  glove. She bats your hand away.
 You touch RG 04's glove softly.  She nods and begins to take it off.
 You tell RG 04 to remember  what being friends is about.
I still wear mine too.
Our friendship bracelets from high school.
03, I'm sorry. I thought you hated me, after what happened...
We did some pretty nasty things to each other, because of...
That old drama? Forget about it.
To tell you the truth, I requested to be partners with you.
I wanted to become friends with you again...
But I didn't know how to breach the topic.
After this...
Do you want to get some ice-cream?
You know it!
 03 and 04 are planning all  sorts of things to do together.

Possible scenarios to season 4: part 1
  • we are in a giant hall. marble walls, chandeliers, tall vaulted ceiling. The fancy crowd is either sitting at small tables or standing and chatting, holding drinks. The women in luxury dresses. the men in elegant suits. There's a stage standing after the crowd and on it there's a band playing classical music.
  • we cut from the crowd and are viewing from behind a fancy buffet, at the backs of two men standing in front of it. One is tall with black curls and an impressive posture, the other is shorter with light brown hair.
  • we cut to their fronts and encounter Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, both in tuxes and bow ties.
  • John: look as all these women!
  • Sherlock: careful John, you're a married man.
  • John: oh shut up. How the hell are we going to find this woman? she could be anyone!
  • Sherlock: well she's certainly not that bearded man i the blue suit. unless she's really good...
  • John: *anxiously fixes his tie* why did Mycroft have to send us here as waiters? couldn't he give us fake IDs or... a special card or something
  • Sherlock: I asked him to.
  • John: why?
  • Sherlock: It's essential for my plan.
  • John: and in what point are you going to let me in that plan?
  • Sherlock: now seems like an appropriate time. (raises his look, observing the crowd in concentration) The woman we're looking for...
  • Mycroft: we were informed of the existence of a woman. we suspect she's working for the Swiss, but we can't know for sure and we're not interested in any cooperation. we suspect she's holding information our best agents weren't able to find.
  • Sherlock: you really have to start filtering your agents better, they're terrible.
  • Mycroft: she has no idea the information she's holding is valuable. No one knows but us. and we'd like to keep it that way.
  • Sherlock: so you want me to talk to her.
  • John: how? you don't even know who she is.
  • Mycroft: we know she's be attending a gala next week. find her. find out what she knows. without reveling any connection to the British government. this is crucial.
  • Sherlock: There are people here who are far to known to be a Swiss secret agents, so that goes. This woman can't be married or have children or pets, and she's probably not over 50, so that eliminates some more...
  • *the crowd from Sherlock's point of view. people disappear as he excludes them*
  • John: No, you can't possibly narrow it all down.
  • Sherlock: Not all of it, probably, but most. You may have noticed that I've been studding dress catalogs lately?
  • John: oh yeah, I though you were developing a new interest.
  • Sherlock: an undercover agent could never afford to buy an expensive dress, While most women in these sort of events are dying to show off their wealth. I've memorized catalogs of all top designers in fashion. that woman over there?
  • *cut to woman in a white dress with flowers pattern*
  • Sherlock: Dior, 10,000 dollars. No way it could be her. same applies for 20 other woman in this room.
  • *a major amount of women vanishes from the crowd*
  • John: Sherlock, there's no need to make excuses. If you want to look at dresses, I won't judge you.
  • Sherlock: Shut up. and now for some final adjustments...
  • *captions appear over the remain women. "OCD nail biter" - gone. "desperately in love with an older man" - gone. "chronic back problems" - gone. more and more women pop out of the crowd*
  • Sherlock: we are down to four options.
  • *four women, in different locations around the hall, remain frozen mid-action*
  • Sherlock: time to act.
  • John: Okay, what do we do?
  • Sherlock: *takes the champagne salver from the table and hands it to confused John, and then takes the shrimps salver* I need you to go over to these two women, blonde-in-blue-dress in the center, and the one in the black dress and long hair. I'll go to the other two.
  • John: what, and - offer them a drink?
  • Sherlock: yes. and look closely. try to see if any of them acts suspicious in any way. we'll meet back here with our findings.
  • John: wait - "act suspicious" ? what do you mean?
  • Sherlock: anything strange. even the slightest gesture.
  • John: How the hell am I supposed to know your definition of strange?
  • Sherlock: you'll know it when you see it. Now go, quick!
  • *Sherlock rashes off before John can say anything. frustrated, John sighs then starts walking towards the first woman, carefully trying to balance the salver in his hands*
  • John: *mutters* of course he had to give me the harder one...
  • *as he reaches the woman, who had just had a laugh with the the man she was talking to, she turns around and notices him*
  • John: fancy a drink?
  • woman: oh, thank you! *takes a glass from the salver and turns back to continue her conversation*
  • *John continues to walk towards the woman in the black dress, with a mane of wavy dark hair that goes down her waist. The woman is standing with her back to him, so he doesn't see her face*
  • John: would you like a drink?
  • *The woman doesn't answer. then, without making the slightest turn towards him, she slowly sands out her hand and leave it hanging, awaiting.
  • John: *tensed, places a glass in her hand. still not saying a word, the woman gently rests her hand back down.
  • nervous, John turns back and spots Sherlock at the table. He hurries to get there, relieved to put down the salver.*
  • Sherlock: *eagerly* did you find anything?
  • John: *nods* it's the one in the black dress. She didn't say a word. she didn't even move, I couldn't see her face.
  • Sherlock: Perfect. *quirky smile* now, you wait here. I'm going to escort her out of the room, wait two minutes then follow me.
  • *imperturbable, Sherlock starts pacing slowly over to the woman. It appears she doesn't notice, but something in her back stiffens. then, as Sherlock gets closer, she starts walking away, with measured steps, towards the exit.
  • Sherlock picks up his pace, almost unnoticeably, but not to the woman, who switches to a fast walk. John realizes something is wrong. Then she begins to run and time slows down, as her hand let go of the champagne glass and the liquid seems to float out in the air.
  • the glass shatters on the ground, and time turns back to normal as Sherlock bursts out running, followed immediately by John. People gasp and turn their heads as the three rush through the crowd. "excuse me," John automatically says as he pushes people away, trying to reach Sherlock and the woman, but they've already stormed out of the hall doors.*
  • *after chasing her through a few corridors Sherlock finally reaches the woman. He grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around.
  • Irene Adler: Hello mister Holmes.
  • *Sherlock flinches as he meets the face looking back at him. panting from the chase, he stares at Irene with concealed shock, agitated, as Irene stares back, her face showing the same mix of painful feelings.*
  • *theme music starts playing*.

cosmicpines  asked:

HC: At first, Dipper's physical form seems to come at random. (e.g. his midnight candy heist). When their parents arrive in Gravity Falls, Dipper can't manifest at first, so they think Mabel's crazy. He finally achieves it in the middle of the night, and he wakes his parents up, so happy, with the biggest grin on his face (MOM DAD I'M ALIVE SEE) and they FREAK OUT, absolutely shattering his heart. He never really gets over it, and its one of the biggest reasons he sees himself as a monster.

Oh god, even worse, he wakes Mabel up and she’s still half asleep, following him down the hall because she doesn’t notice anything different, he looks corporeal to her all the time - so she witnesses their parent’s reaction too. It hits home only when her mom screams that oh god, Dipper isn’t in the Dreamscape.


He walked onto the eleventh floor without even glancing to see if Harper was around and whether she had anything planned for their tributes, he couldn’t be bothered running things past her just yet. Glancing at Rosalind, he tilted his head a waved to get her attention, “Get into some training gear, we’re going down to the centre, where’s what’s his face, your district partner…” he trailed off, glancing around the room as if said boy would appear out of thin air, still wondering what the hell his name was before he returned to Rosalind, “Whatever, c’mon.”

Honey I'm Good (H2OVanoss)

Based on the song “Honey I’m Good” by Andy Grammer
(Can also be read as Minicat if you substitute Tyler for Evan)

Evan glanced down at his phone: ‘3 Missed Calls from Babe❤️’. He sighed.

All he wanted was one night to think. One night to decide if his heart was still in it. One night to contemplate if he was ready for the rest of his life.

The bombshell bartender sauntered up to him, breasts pushed forward and a sultry grin on her face. “Can I get you another one?”

Evan looked down at his beer. This was his sixth, and he was already feeling pleasantly buzzed. His gaze landed back on the bartender.

He wasn’t gonna lie, she looked good: curvy in all the right places, legs that went on forever, and a pretty face. He could see himself taking her home. She was just his type.

Well, she used to be.

His phone buzzed again, derailing his thoughts.

What the fuck was he thinking?

“Nah, nah, honey, I’m good. I could have another but I probably should not.” And if he stays he might not leave alone.

“Where are you staying tonight? I get off in 20 if you want to continue this party elsewhere.” She said boldly.

He was sure that better men than him had failed by drinking from that unholy grail. And her ass was indeed heavenly.

But he had somebody at home.

“You got me all wrong. My baby already has all of my love.” Evan pushed his beer away.

She touched his arm. “It’s only for one night.”

One night. That’s why he was here right? For one night to make sure he was doing the right thing?

He almost slapped himself for thinking about it. Fuck no. Guilt gripped his soul and wouldn’t release him. The mere touch of the woman’s hand disgusted him. But it wasn’t her. It was his own self that he hated.

How could he doubt his love? How could he think that there would ever be anyone better for him? Someone who knew him, inside and out?

He needed to get home.

“Look, I’m sure you’ll make somebody’s night. But I assure you, it sure as hell won’t be mine. ” He slapped a few bills on the bar, ignoring her wide eyes and incredulous face. He was sure that she had never been rejected in her life.

Evan knew he shouldn’t drive, but he had to get home, and calling a cab would take far too long.

“I’m coming, baby.” He muttered as he slid into the driver’s seat. He drove slow and carefully, grateful that he was only 10 minutes from home.

The house was dark and silent as he stumbled through the door and to their bedroom. He stood in the doorway, watching the rise and fall of his lover’s chest as he lay in their king-sized bed.

His heart burst. This is where he belongs. This is his home.

Taking off his jeans and his sweater, he slipped into the bed and pulled the man close to his chest.

“You didn’t answer your phone.” Jonathan said after a moment. “I didn’t think you were coming home.”

Evan nearly kicked himself. How could he let this beautiful man think that he would stray?

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He kissed his neck. “Honey, I’m good. To another I will stay true.”

Truth or Truth

Pairing: Bechloe

Word Count: 2,000

Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Beca has never been a drinker. She doesn’t like to and she doesn’t want to. But tonight, she didn’t even need to take one sip—a bottle of vodka in the wrong person’s hands led to the exposure of the DJ’s true (rainbow) colors.

Tonight was Bellas Bonding Night, an event that their Miss Congeniality Chloe wanted all of them to always attend. It wasn’t anything special, just a twice-a-month get-together they dedicated to spending time with each other. Two weeks ago, they had watched Miracle in Cell No. 7, a movie that made all of them cry, even the most badass Beca Mitchell. Before that, they had ordered an extra-large pizza and stress-ate their way through studying for midterm exams. And now, Stacie proposed Spin the Bottle: Truth or Truth edition. No dares because, according to Fat Amy, “I’m so tired to even move, my ass was kicked by cardio earlier!”

Emily thought just talking would be a good way to know her fellow sisters better because she has just been in the organization for about two months. But regarding the game, she had one clarification, “This will be clean right?”

“Of course it would be clean, I don’t think most of you would want to see each other strip here, wouldn’t you?” Chloe giggled, her blue eyes flitting swiftly at Beca, waiting for the brunette to catch her eye so she can give the infamous Beale wink. However, Beca’s eyes were closed, her head bobbing as she struggled to make weird beatboxing sounds as Lilly taught her. Right now, she couldn’t get past the boom boom tshhk.

Chloe thought she was being discreet, sitting innocently beside Beca and giving her secret glances, but Stacie (who was taking swigs from a vodka bottle), Fat Amy, and Cynthia-Rose definitely noticed. Chloe was so indiscreet that even Emily noticed, and the freshman couldn’t hide her grin of excitement. Ever since she entered the Bellas, she just assumed that the two were together, and much disappointment stumped her when Fat Amy told her neither Beca nor Chloe has confessed. However, Legacy has made it her mission to push the two Captains together whenever there was a chance.

“Count me in!” Emily sort of bounced from the sofa in a very puppy-like manner and sat on the living room carpet between Stacie and Fat Amy. Among all the Bellas, those two were the ones she was most comfortable with.

“Hey Stace, stop drinking,” Cynthia-Rose didn’t even give the tall woman a warning; she just took the vodka bottle from the other’s hands, screwed the cap on, and positioned it sideways at the center of their little circle. “You ready, aca-bitches?”

“Bitch,” Stacie rolled her eyes but she didn’t leave the group.

The first spin, it was Chloe who was interrogated. Jessica asked her skeptically, “Do you have one class that you haven’t failed?”

The redhead smiled positively, nodded and said, “Of course. I can never fail Voice Class, can I? That would be ridiculous, being co-Captain of a three-time collegiate a cappella champion group.”

Beca beside her knit her eyebrows and added, “Seriously, dude? Anything else you haven’t failed?”

“Uhhh… Music Theory? I’ve been taking it for three years.” Even when facing failure, Chloe wasn’t the one to put on a shameful look. She merely shrugged.

Ashley sensed the awkwardness building so she clapped her hands and loudly said, “Okay! Next, spin it, Chloe!”

The bottle pointed at Stacie who was silently leaning against the couch with heavily hooded eyes. Still halfway to being sober, they noticed. She raised her eyebrows at them, “Ask up, I don’t bite… most of the time,” she giggled.

“Is it true you sleep with four guys at the same time?” Emily blurted out before she could filter it through her brain and upon realizing what she said, she put a hand on her mouth and gasped. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to ask that—I was just really curious because Fat Amy here told me—”

The blonde Australian protested, “Hey, it was our secret, Legacy!”

“—Oh no, I’m sorry—”

“You’re really crazy, Legacy,” Stacie deadpanned, shaking her head. “Never sleep with four guys at the same time. It’s like the number one rule of hookups. Time management is everything. And don’t listen to Fat Amy because she’s crazy, just like you.” The sexy Bella reached out a slender hand to twist the bottle, which turned and turned and finally pointed directly to… Beca.

The Bellas gave a chorus of “Oooh,” because the co-Captain’s personality was still mostly obscure and mysterious. Sure, she often threw sarcastic jokes, laughed with them, and contributed to conversations. But to them, she was the leader, the sound, and the alt-girl; they have never really connected to her on a personal level… Well, aside from the one ginger person sitting beside her.

Beca tried (and failed) to hide the wide smirk that graced her face. She steeled herself for her fellow sisters’ grilling. “I’m ready.”

Stacie jumped into the matter right away, “So what’s your deal?” with Emily and Fat Amy silently egging on her. “Do you, like, like guys or girls or both?”

The question unarmed Beca whose smirk immediately disappeared from her face. She sensitively crossed her arms over her ample boobs and shot Stacie a lethal look. “Dude. That’s off-limits. Does this game even consider personal boundaries?”

“Actually, no,” Fat Amy feigned a look of apology, shaking her head dramatically. “You need to answer everything.”

Chloe sat straight-backed, her face looking neutral but there was a ghost of a smile on her lips. She feared that at one glance towards Beca, she would burst out laughing and will subject to lots of questions from the Bellas.

That’s because Chloe knew, or so she thinks. Beca was certainly not straight. That woman was too alternative, too badass to be straight. Not to mention their moment in the shower on her first year, and that almost-kiss at Beca’s first hood night, and all the countless times they have spent together that had ensued to uncomfortable and still unresolved sexual tension. The redhead could feel it. Beca wasn’t straight. And she was laughing because the DJ doesn’t even realize her identity.

“We won’t judge you, Beca,” Cynthia-Rose said. “I came out and you didn’t judge me, remember?”

“Two moons is a good omen,” Lilly piped from a corner, staring at the starless night sky outside the window and shrugging at the confused faces of her fellow Bellas.

“Oh my God, guys,” Beca raised her hands defensively, “You all stop this. I’m not talking about my sexuality right here right now.”

“Come on, Beca, it’s not that hard of a question,” Jessica had a wicked grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I don’t—I mean, I’ve never even thought about these things—”

Stacie interrupted her. “So let us do the work for you! Do you like boys?”

“Yeah, she does. She dated Jesse during our first year,” Fat Amy rolled her eyes.

Beca closed her eyes and scrunched her nose. “Stop it, you nerds.”

But nothing could stop Stacie right now. She was on a roll, probably the vodka from earlier. “How about girls, do you like girls?”

Emily glanced pointedly at Chloe. The redhead’s eyes were smiling, looking down at the carpet, but she was biting her lip trying to contain her laughter. She caught Emily looking at her and mouthed “What?”

Now was the moment for Emily to decide which of the two is better: being a fun but an asshole person, or being a passive yet protective person. One more look at Chloe’s smug face and she decided to be the first kind, just for the sake of trying to be comfortable with her newfound sisters. “Chlo? What are you saying?” she asked in a loud voice, which gave the effect she was going for.

All heads turned towards the redhead who blushed furiously.

“I wasn’t saying anything,” Chloe shook her head, nervously laughing.

“Oh dammit, you guys! We all know you and Beca are boning each other!” Fat Amy suddenly exclaimed.

Beca’s eyes bulged and she screamed, “What? No!”

“And Beca, I’ll spell it out for you: you’re definitely bisexual,” continued Fat Amy.

“What the hell, guys?!”

Chloe threw her hands up in defeat, indicating she could gladly accept Beca being bisexual. “But we’re not boning each other.” Yet, she thought, winking at Emily and mouthing a thank you.

Smiling, Emily raised her eyebrows to return Chloe’s gratitude.

Beca didn’t spot the secret correspondence between the two because she was too busy freaking out, blushing, and fighting a war inside her, all at the same time. She cut in, “I don’t think I’m bi—”

“—you are, Beca,” Stacie reached out and held the brunette’s tiny hand which was very cold.

“I am?” Her voice came out small and squeaky and for a moment she looked like a tiny mouse, her eyes round and questioning.

“Yeah, remember that when you dropped that ‘Just because you’re making me sexually confused does not mean you’re intimidating!’ line?”

Beca rolled her eyes and buried her face in her small hands. “Oh, dammit,” she groaned.

Later that evening, Fat Amy was nowhere to be found, leaving Beca alone in their bedroom. The brunette was quietly sitting on her bed, trying to focus on her German Language notes, but her mind seemed to have an agenda of its own and kept floating towards the sexuality incident.

One thing was certain: she doesn’t think she’ll be facing Chloe soon, not with all the humiliation she had to go through tonight.

However, Beca’s resolution died when she heard footsteps come up the staircase and saw a redhead walk into her room. “Hey, Becs!”

Beca threw her German notebook on the floor, lay on the bed, hid her face under a pillow, and groaned at it. So much about not facing Chloe. She felt Chloe’s weight on the bed as the ginger sat down beside Beca.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Chloe apologized, which surprised Beca considering there wasn’t anything for her to be sorry.

The brunette replied with her voice muffled through the pillow, “Yeah, me too.”

“Come on, talk to me like a normal person,” Chloe pulled the pillow away.

Beca let her take the pillow but she still couldn’t look at her and she shut her eyes. “I don’t want to talk, Chlo. Besides what would I, an outstanding bisexual, know about normal?”

Chloe kicked off her shoes and stretched out next to Beca. The tiny woman rolled over, her back towards Chloe, clearly embarrassed.

“I’m bisexual, too, you know,” Chloe said quietly, talking to the ceiling. “It might be confusing at first because there will be some people who’ll make you want to choose between being straight or gay—in this case, lesbian. They say it’s ridiculous, staying at limbo, playing safe in the middle. My parents told me it’s just a phase I’m going through, yet that was like six years ago and I still don’t think I’m going to grow out of it ever. Once you figure yourself out, there’s nothing to be scared or ashamed of. Although if you think about it, I’ve only had boyfriends; I haven’t gotten serious with a girl yet. But I’ve been single for a while now…”

Beca paid attention but her back was still turned to Chloe. “Why?”

Chloe was startled by the interruption of her monologue since Beca has been so quiet. “Why what?”

She rolled over and looked at Chloe’s brilliantly blue eyes, meeting her dark stormy ones. “Why are you single?”

Something in Beca stirred and got her hopes up. She hoped Chloe would say exactly what she wanted to hear. She needed to hear her say it. She knew it was too self-centered but she just had a teeny-tiny hope that this was about… her.

Their eyes met for a brief moment before Chloe said, “I was just waiting.”

“Oh.” Beca was about to roll over again when Chloe placed her hand on the brunette’s shoulder, making her heart skip a beat. She wondered if Chloe could feel it pumping and thundering wildly in her chest.

“I was just waiting for you.”

Part Two

Nicknames for Peggy Carter by my Roommate and I
  • Me: Peggy "I'm going to diffuse a mega-bomb in my bathroom sink" Carter
  • Her: Peggy "I scare men with talk of my uterus so I can get real work done" Carter
  • Me: Peggy "I know these men are sexist as shit but I'm going to use that weakness against them and fuck them up" Carter
  • Her: Peggy "I don't just knock out bad guys, I staple their faces" Carter
  • Me: Peggy "Fuck your electric fences, I ain't got time for no sparks" Carter
  • Me: Peggy "Duh, I'm shooting at the fleeing bad guy's legs because he's my best lead aND I'M NOT STUPID ENOUGH TO SHOOT-TO-KILL" Carter
  • Her: Peggy "I bring sunglasses on midnight stakeouts and put them to damn good use" Carter
  • Me: Peggy "I will stab you in the artery with a fucking fork, you sexist asshole, and I will absolutely enjoy it" Carter
  • Her: Peggy "I will stab you with a fork just to make sure you give my friend a tip" Carter
  • Me: Peggy "I intimidate men into compliance by making threatening cheese puns" Carter
  • Her: Peggy "I sass my sexist coworkers so hard that I don't even need to spit in their coffee but I probably do so just for a laugh" Carter
  • Me: Peggy "I'm going to shove these files so far up your ass you'll spit up alphabet soup, you dumb ape" Carter
  • Me: Peggy "oh you boys chase after him, I'll just stroll down the stairs and smack him in the face with a suitcase and save the day" Carter
  • Her: Peggy "you boys try to squeeze out confessions with threats and metaphors, I will track the suckers down and get the real info" Carter
  • Me: Peggy "what the fuck is this sissy bullshit on the radio? I'm so much cooler than Betty Carver" Carter
  • Her: Peggy "Yes, my true love is dead after crashing a plane in the arctic, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still pissed off at him after he steals my badassery on a radio show" Carter

Some screen redraw doodles! I sure do like drawing sad Peridots
I’m still not super pleased with how I draw her. There’s something fundamentally Peridot missing from her face that I can’t seem to pin down. I guess that means… I’m gonna have to keep drawing her…. until I get it right…. oh no……… what a tragedy….. ……

Tender Heart

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the queen herself.”

           Pyrrha rolls her eyes, glancing over her shoulder although she’s perfectly aware of who the voice belongs to.

           “Neptune,” she replies, offering a demure smile. “It’s nice to see you.”

           He flashes a grin. “It’s always a good day when I get to see my favorite gladiator,” he says, sauntering up beside the redhead to lean against the guardrail. “Even when said gladiator is being particularly pensive.”

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