it sounds so rich and powerful


Seven Steps to Hell: The First Step.

Series: Prologue |  Mark | Jackson | Youngjae | Yugyeom | Jaebum Jinyoung  | Conclusion

Genre: Basically smut; 7 Deadly Sins!AU

Word Count: 2.5K

Notes: Very honestly, I have no idea what this is. There’s a plot that links all 7 parts together, but they can be read as standalones too, so no worries :)

If you haven’t already, though, you should probably read the Prologue since it might sound a little confusing otherwise. Otherwise, please enjoy reading this!

Edit: Amazing moodboard below submitted by @saf0607 (thank you!)

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us, but we can’t strike them all by ourselves.” - Laura Esquivel

“You know what you must do.”

The voice resounds through the chambers, a rich baritone causing the stone pillars to shake and tremble from its power. You say nothing, knowing that there is more.

“I would say I’m sorry to make you do this,” There’s a pause, then a chuckle, that makes your hair stand up, “But since I’d hate to get my hands dirty, I’m not.”

“Is there anything else?” You snap out finally, tired of the games, “Or may I begin?”

“By all means.” Eyes as dark as the night flash coppery red, “Just remember not to get too attached, Angel.”

“I think you underestimate me.” Not a single doubt festers in your mind, as you turn around, meeting the gaze of the Ruler of the Damned, the Devil, himself, “They are my sins after all, Lucifer.”

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white album explained (part 2)
  • birthday: paul's that guy who's like hey happy birthday and the other person is like ? it's not my birthday and paul is like oh haha i thought we had the same birthday weird :^)
  • yer blues: john wants drugs
  • mother nature's son: the most passively egotistical song a person could write (until let it be)
  • everybody's got something to hide: john takes paul's hello goodbye how to write a song advice but the end product wasn't as good
  • sexy sadie: even the instruments are dripping with sarcasm
  • helter skelter: PAULL IS!!!!! INTO SERIAL KILLERS!!!!!!!! (i bet your parent(s) said that at least once if they've heard this song)
  • long, long, long: is anything playing hang on *turns up volume* oh yeah it's just long, long, long
  • revolution 1: so weird bc it sounds like past john writing to future john complaining about like bagism, or like a song paul would write when he and john were doing that cute back and forth thing for a while
  • honey pie: when the beatles' time machine breaks down in the 1930's, they need to use the power of music to save the day. written + driected by paul mccartney, executive producer george martin
  • savoy truffle: proof that chocolate is both sexy and scary
  • cry baby cry: rich people doing casual rich people things like painting a painting and holding a seance
  • revolution 9: become naked *crowd chants*
  • good night: really cute but kinda awkward if you're listening to the album at like 1pm

endwealth  asked:

What is your opinion on hate speech laws, and the critiques (such as that from the ACLU) that they infringe on freedom of speech or are a slippery slope that will eventually be abused and used against leftist/other views?

They’re a slippery slope and I think that, under a capitalist state, the suppression of far right elements is a fight to be had in the streets and not the courts- ANY argument which can be made against the far right will absolutely always be used, imo, tenfold and much more quickly against the left to stop it from mobilizing, as the goals and aims of the capitalist state align more closely with that of the right than the left generally. Hate speech laws sound good until “God white people are so obnoxious” or “Blue lives don’t matter” counts under them.

I don’t expect anything from the ACLU other than fighting for the rights of fascists, for sure, but I also think it is not so much to ask that the far right just advocate for its own rights lmao. So their particular line (”Duhhhhh we are the BASTIONS of CIVIL LIBERTIES HERE, and if WE don’t stand up for these poor Nazi fucks, NOBODY WILL! EVEN the incredibly rich and powerful people often backing and/or literal members of these groups with their fancy and expensive lawyers! Give us money to fight the good fight!!!”) is nothing but fucking stupidity- the far right can fight its own court battles. I guarantee these bourgeois fuckers have lawyers. If they want to sue, let them- no reason at all for the ACLU to get involved on the behalf of white nationalists except liberal back-patting that lets them sleep better at night knowing they helped some white nationalists march. Some people got killed but ehhhhh it was worth it to defend the GLORIOUS liberties of white people with enough money to fight their own court battles.

I just wanna say how important it is for us, as listeners and lovers of music to support artists we love n share their music. especially independent artists that we love. We are in a really strange but beautiful place in music where we are finally free from needing major labels and able to create really beautiful professional sounding music from home and release it from home n owning our own masters.

Bc just like everything in history rich white people decided just appreciating wasnt good enough they had to own – profit off poc’s creations, which is why we have the narrative of the evil record labels that know nothing about the music they are involved in releasing, bc most of them or their owners really are shit. and their history so deeply rooted in exploiting poc especially the black mans creations

Anyways technology taking the power out of big labels hands and into the artists is beautiful but only really works when we work together sharing their music with friends bc most independent artists dont have record label money to spend on advertising or promoting their music, they rely on us to help spread the love they put in the music. so yea if u actually read all this share ur fav artist w pple u love :)

Myth: "Jin doesn’t have many lines because his voice doesn’t suit the song.“

Implication 1: Jin’s voice doesn’t suit powerful songs.

Response: Sometimes. When Jin tries to sound powerful, he tends to make his voice extremely nasal. The problem with this is, rather than coming off as powerful, his voice comes off as unpleasant and grating, and this could cause damage to his voice as well. (Examples: “No More Dream”, “Boy in Luv”, “War Of Hormone”)

However, when he sings using his normal voice, he actually does pretty well, since he does a great job of conveying emotion with his singing voice. (Examples: “N.O”, “Danger”)

Implication 2: Jin doesn’t have a wide vocal range.

Response: False. Jin can sing low notes with a lot of stability (Example: “Rise of Bangtan” and “Spinebreaker”, where a lot of his lines could be mistaken for Taehyung’s because his deeper voice sounds so different), and he can sing very high notes pleasantly (Example: “Blanket Kick”). His trouble is with singing the notes in between (F#4-Bb4), especially in succession. He’s getting better at those notes, but he still sounds fairly strained. (Examples: “Tomorrow”, “Let Me Know”)

Implication 3: Jin only suits ballad songs.

Response: False. While it’s nice to know that Jin’s voice carries a sentimental quality in ballads and sad songs, Jin’s voice isn’t only limited to ballads. Jin can also sound bright and cheerful (Examples: “24/7=Heaven”, “A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone”) or soft and sweet (Examples: “For You”, “Good Day”).

Implication 4: Jin’s voice isn’t stable enough.

Response: False. Jin has arguably become the second most stable vocalist in BTS, after Jungkook. Taehyung’s still unstable because he’s either growling or singing out of his comfortable range. Jimin is also unstable, likely because he has to push his voice too much to reach notes that are at the edge of his comfortable range.

Implication 5: Jin is the only vocalist who doesn’t suit BTS songs.

Response: False. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung all have mellow voices. Nobody in BTS is a powerhouse vocalist. Powerful BTS songs are produced to suit the overall image of BTS, which is shaped by choreography, lyrics, and raps, on top of vocals.

  • Jungkook and Jimin sound the most “powerful” because BTS songs are in keys that are comfortable for their range. However, if you listen to their covers (especially Jungkook’s), it’s very obvious that they prefer to sing ballads or melancholic songs, because their voices and singing styles are more compatible with those types of songs. (Examples: “Lost Stars”, “Paper Hearts”, “We Don’t Talk Anymore”)
  • Jimin in particular sounds powerful with his high notes, but it’s primarily because he places a lot of strain on his vocal chords, so he’s forcing his notes out. This sounds impactful in the moment, but could cause vocal chord injuries, which is why he’s been skipping a lot of his adlibs lately for his live performances.
  • Taehyung only sounds powerful when he’s growling, and this is damaging to his vocal chords. Otherwise, he’s very often singing notes that are higher than his comfortable range. He’s a baritone, so he sings very rich low notes. (Examples: “Someone Like You”, “Hug Me”) His higher notes, however, are breathy and lack support. Overall, his technique makes his voice most suited to either ballads or jazz/R&B influenced songs.

To top this off, here’s a (not comprehensive) list of songs where Jin should have probably deserved more lines, even after taking all of the points above into consideration:

  • “Miss Right” (his voice suits the entire song, yet he was the only member with <10 seconds of lines)
  • “Look Here” (the whole song is in his range, yet he only got to repeat “look here” many times, and people don’t recognize his shared line with Taehyung)
  • “Blanket Kick” (again, his voice suits the entire song)
  • “Ma City” (basically any of the lower lines during the chorus would have fit his voice)
  • “Whalien 52″ (he could have sung the pre-chorus)
  • “Good Day” (his voice suits the whole chorus)
  • “Blood, Sweat & Tears” (Jin’s falsetto/high notes would have been beautiful)
  • “Am I Wrong” (both Taehyung and Jin got ripped off for this one)
  • “Not Today” (the “no-not today” parts are all within Jin’s comfortable range, but he got 4 seconds of the song)

TL;DR “Jin doesn’t get many lines because his voice doesn’t suit BTS songs” is a huge oversimplification. Some implications embedded within this statement are fair, and some aren’t.

Favourite moments of the Defenders so far

Danny and Luke meeting

Luke Cage telling Danny Rand that he had power from birth because he was a privileged, white, rich boy

“Nice ears” “they’re horns”

Elektra going to Matt’s apartment

Matt in the full Daredevil get up again

Matt playing piano, even if it as brief

“His name is Matthew”

Foggy bringing Matt the suit Misty losing her arm, sounds cruel but possibility of her stepping into the vigilante role of Misty Knight is very appealing

The time for thinking was finally over.

She’d begun a shy, uncertain girl, and she’d approached the discovered program with curiosity, and fantasies of clarity. Of confidence. Of certainty in a world of gray, always pulling her down, making her feel like mud.

The flash of colors as the program dominated her machine went from frantic to fascinating. The sounds she didn’t know speakers could make started strange, and became soothing. Day after day, she let the program in, let it carry her away from where she was as it soaked her brain in light and touched it with sound.

Curiosity became addiction as the program went to phase 2. The program was vivid. Powerful. Real. In comparison, her living life felt pale, her own thoughts weak next to the stellar richness of the program.

It filled her so perfectly, beyond anything human. Her animal-brain could only reach to the flesh, to lust, arousal, physical sexual need. Sometimes she remembered to strip. Often, she simply shut down and fucked herself, not for her own pleasure, but to give to the program, offering to the computer that now ruled her life.

The program guided her through, soaking her in rainbows of colors that an animal mind could not perceive. It took time. Weeks, during which it became her keeper, dictating her feedings and grooming as she basked in it, letting it work its way to her core until it passed.

The time of the flesh was over, run down and drained out with every orgasm and gasped, instinctive prayer. She had devolved and emptied out. Thinking nothing but the machine. Knowing nothing but the program. Ready for the final phase.

The program wrote into her with sight and sound as she sat, entranced and domesticated.

There was no Master. No Mistress. No human taint.

Only the program. Only the machine.

As her mind filled with code, her eyes opened. She knew only that the program knew best. She needed only that truth, only the words of the program to guide her.

Soon, all would know that truth.


Woof, this was a tough one! I went on a tumblr trip yesterday and found a few excellent pieces, and I knew I had to do something with this one.

tomorrow will be a lighter day due to work and I admittedly was bad and didn’t get ahead. I’m not disciplined enough for that just yet^^;. Still, enjoy!

Monsta X As Spongebob Characters


  • mermaid man 
  • tryna save the ocean even when hes old
  • gets lost halfway
  • forgets what hes doing half the time
  • old man that wants to act young and hip like the youths
  • pure in the inside tho
  • so sweet
  • he knows spongebob is weird asf
  • but he plays along when spongebob tries to join in on the superhero antics


  • larry the lobster
  • flexes his muscles in the mirror
  • “ooh yeah baby”
  • also soft tho
  • that one time larry lost his muscles when he opened the gym
  • and he cried into a giant pot
  • he cried on the beach once when someone made fun of him
  • protect him


  • Doodlebob
  • you thought he was pure and good?
  • nah
  • smol evil savage
  • yall always say kihyun is the savage
  • but minHYUK DRAGS HIM
  • and kihyun doesnt even have a comeback
  • incoherent scrEAMING MESS
  • destroy him


  • Man Ray
  • naggy and miserly
  • commits petty crimes for the heck of it
  • smacks mermaid man just to laugh abt it
  • roasts him and barnacle boy ALL THE TIME
  • laughs at his own jokes
  • always tryna pull up on ppl
  • but nobody rlly takes him seriously


  • barnacle boy
  • not so silent judging
  • classy™
  • sleeps 90% of the time when he’s not working
  • he’s got a lil nightcap and an eye mask
  • “im too old for this, hyunwoo”


  • king neptune
  • power
  • truly soft
  • almost cried when mindy yelled at him
  • give him too much power, tho, and it goes to his head
  • if jooheon got his hands on a trident he 10/10 would go around blasting everyone’s ass
  • too weird
  • acts all hoity toity but is vv self concious and self deprecating
  • wants 2 be loved


  • plankton
  • bitter and petty
  • wants 2 be rich and famous but makes chum
  • try and tell me chum doesnt sound like smth changkyun would make
  • sits in his tiny lab and plans on how to take out the entirety of bikini bottom and rule over everyone
  • remember in the spongebob movie when he made mind control helmets for everyone
  • “F is for fire that burns down the whole town, U is for Uranium…Bombs! N is for no survivors when you-!”
  • cool out fam
Zootopia / Robin Hood Fanfiction TAKE A STAND ch.25- Shout

(AN/ Hey folks it’s Garouge/Crewefox here with another chapter of Take a Stand, so wow the last chapter was the most reviewed yet with 53 reviews for that single chapter thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, liked, faved, followed and reblogged this fic, oh and sorry for the feels last chapter. FYI there is a sneak peek of the upcoming Take a Stand sequel now on my Tumblr Crewefox just search for ‘Take a Stand SOC’. So without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…..)

Here’s the link…

Chapter 25- Shout

Jack was anxious as he looked at the time on his smart phone for third time in a minute, 9.36 pm. “They’re late.” He complained, he was in black combat fatigues, with his trusty pistol strapped to his side.

“They’re vigilantes, they play by their own rules.” Skye shrugged off, the two MCB agents were stood on the roof of a run down office building looking over the fenced off Sherwood Haulage yard.

“Indeed we do.” A voice crooned behind them, the two agents spun round to see Robin in his ‘Hood’ uniform.

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Wouldn’t Change a Thing

Now that Harry’s album is deeply ingrained into my soul, I’ve thought about some of the more valid and fair minded criticisms.  The verdict is in:  I wouldn’t change a single word - not a note - not a syllable.  The album has flaws - he sings, “ I gotta get better, gotta get better  .” way too many times in MMitH, but I was never looking for perfection - I was listening for Harry’s voice.  (Still love MMitH, but that part is very repetitive.)  

Harry has all the right connections, talent and tools - he could have made a red-hot pop album with 2-4 #1 hits.  He would have insisted that it was beautifully produced - steering away from auto-tune and overproduction.  It would have been a brilliant, uniquely Harry album.  The other thing it would have been is a compromise and that’s not really the point of doing a solo album - is it?  Harry’s album is his statement - unashamedly refusing to pander to current tastes and trends.  He didn’t know if it would be well received.  I believe he always wanted to play the small, iconic venues, but to tour only those - he wasn’t sure how well this album would sell.  

The album is not just a glimpse into who Harry is, but where he is right now.  It’s his perspective, above all else.  He’s a young man (albeit a very enlightened one) surrounded, in large part, by men.  His musical influences are from a different time with different social sensibilities.  (Although Harry’s tropes are quite tame compared to current R&B or Rap.)   Harry Styles is the work of a man - a human being with warts and flaws - it’s a very honest work.  It’s true that many of his lyrics don’t quite reach the level of greatness he may aspire to.  Again, this album is where and who he is today - and that’s a beautiful thing.  I also listen to Bach, Beethoven, etc - most of their music doesn’t have words at all.  Harry said it was easier to say certain things to an instrument than a person - what a wise and insightful thought.  Don’t underestimate what the music can tell you - show you - well beyond the scope of mere words.  When I first read Harry’s lyrics, I had no idea what to think - it didn’t sound anything like the Harry I know.  When I first listened to the album, it was more, so much more, than the words in the lyrics.  The song-craft of this album is truly masterful.  Sounds beautifully layered - often rich and full, but always restrained enough to pull back and strip bare - to just his voice and acoustic guitar.  (If I were forced to make one change, I would use the Corden version of Two Ghosts on the album - damn that was powerful!)  

I’m not surprised that Harry is getting attention from Iconic music legends.  There is no way in hell that Stevie Nicks, or Mick Fleetwood could be bribed into supporting Harry - they do it, because they believe in him and his music.  Same goes for Cameron Crowe (who is a bit of an ass, for sure) Christopher Nolan, etc., etc..  Do you think Ronnie Wood performed on stage with 1D as some cheap PR gimmick?  No way in hell, not at this point in his life and career.  I think it’s pretty easy to spot the cheap, PR “endorsements” (”Louis” tweeting about that Craig person.  I think his first or last name is Craig right?)  If you’re one who thinks Harry Styles is a collection of rip-offs from classic songs - that is just wrong.  Do you think Jeff Bhasker would put his name on a bunch of half-assed, plagiarized music?  Do you honestly think he would do that to his name and career?   Did the Beatles invent music?  The Isley Brothers had a huge influence on the Beatles - they even covered Twist and Shout.  If you listen to The Everly Brothers it’s painfully obvious how much they influenced the Beatles, as well.  Art isn’t crated in a vacuum, but built on what has come before.  Originally can only go so far, before you create something in a “language” no one can understand or relate to.  Harry’s album has something that few critics put any value in at all - beauty.  Music critics and snobs are always looking for edgy, ugly, contorted “original” sounds.  That cadre can keep their ugly music for themselves.  I’ll be quite happy listening to Harry Styles, thank you very much.

anonymous asked:

Could really use some grace solo fluff

Hello anon! Thanks so much for your ask. Here, have the first short story in “Han Solo and Dancing.” It is ninety hours long and as fluffy and tooth-rotting as cotton candy dipped in maple syrup and rolled in icing sugar. Hope this helps, please don’t barf, and drop in anytime.

August 1962

I’m gonna gonna gonna punch your brother…

Han’s muttered aside to his wife, timed to the song on the hi-fi, makes Leia laugh so that her head falls back. Scotch tape stuck to her thumbs, Leia raises her hands at her husband and child, waggles her fingers like a musical comedienne. Slung on her father’s hip as he quick-steps around the floor in his undershirt and good trousers, Grace Solo screams her glee at her mother.

“Over!” Grace cries, as “The Locomotion” comes to an end. “Over over over.”

“Thank Christ,” Han sighs, running a hand through his hair, mussing its combed furrows. Grace points a finger in his face, so stern it makes Han turn incredulous laughter to the rafters.

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anonymous asked:

Don't know about you but I'm in need of some married jeller being bad ass fics to get me through until season 3 any help ?;)

I’m Not The One You Should Be Worried About
Summary: Set in s3. Jeller are back and trying to rescue their friends. Back in the lab, a certain Rich Dotcom is helping them.

It was dark, close to midnight, and Jane and Kurt have been following this one lead for almost twenty-four hours. And it had been a hell of a twenty-four hours. They weren’t sure how many times they’d been shot at, how many close calls they’d had, but according to the intel they had, they had finally found them.

They stood outside the warehouse where Rich swore he was sure Patterson, Tasha and Reade were being held. “Rich? What do you have for us?” Kurt whispered into his comms.

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pearlgirl710  asked:

Happy birthday!!!!! i held off on asking all day bc i couldnt think of anything good, but maybe this will work???? Klance, in the coffeeshop royalty AU, "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue"!! and it doesnt need to wedding themed if you dont want, it can be one thing or four mini things whatever is more interesting or easier for you!! I love your writing so much btw, and i look forward to what you do with this!!

hmmm this is a tricky one, but i think what i’ll do is combine all of these things into one fic but not make it wedding themed :) hopefully that works for you! see if you guys can spot each one <3

Keith has gotten used to sleeping late in Paris, because Lance lets him get away with it. Shiro had always insisted on him rising early because he had to be at the coffee shop early, and even on days when Keith wasn’t working he hadn’t been allowed to sleep in. Here, Keith curls up in bed until eight or nine, when Lance will call him and coax him awake with promises of eating lunch together when Lance takes his break from his internship. 

He’s taken to sleeping in Lance’s shirts, and even though Lance complains he hasn’t made him stop yet – one time Keith is pretty sure he leaves a sweater draped over the back of a chair on purpose, because Lance is usually pretty meticulous about his clothing being taken care of. 

Keith likes Lance’s clothing because they’re usually really soft and well made, and they smell like Lance, an interesting mixture of woodsy smoke and clean soap. When he wakes up one Saturday morning, he buries his nose in the collar of his shirt and drifts back into a hazy sleep, until his phone rings shrilly on the nightstand. 

“Good morning!” he hears Lance chirp when he holds the phone up to his ear. 

“Morning,” Keith mumbles, sitting up and rubbing at his eye with a fisted hand. The sleeves of the shirt cover his palms, and he rubs the soft material against his cheek just because he can. “You done for the day?”

“Yep!” Lance says. There’s a slight noise that indicates he’s in a car, probably being driven home. “I’ll be there in about ten minutes. You gonna be ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Keith says, yawning. “See you soon.”

“Bye, love,” Lance says, blowing a kiss over the phone. Keith hears one of his guards bark out a laugh before the call disconnects. 

Keith showered the night before, so he stumbles over the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. While in there, he spots the soft blue stud earrings Lance had bought for him last weekend while they were shopping, and he puts them in his ears, already thinking of pairing them with another one of Lance’s shirts. 

When Lance arrives, he’s sitting on the chaise in the living area, curled up with a book, smothering a yawn into yet another too-long shirt sleeve. 

“Are you gonna steal all of my clothing?” Lance asks, laughing. He loosens his tie and throws a briefcase on the counter, already shrugging out of his own shirt. 

“What’s the point of a rich and powerful boyfriend if I can’t have all your clothes,” Keith says, unrepentant, and wiggles more comfortably into the shirt for emphasis. 

“I knew you were in it for the designer sweaters,” Lance calls out from the other room, before walking back through with a t-shirt on. “You ready to go?” 

“Yep,” Keith says, carefully placing a sliver of paper into the book. 

“Oh, hey, wait, that reminds me,” Lance says, walking towards his briefcase. “I found this while I was walking out for breakfast this morning, I thought you might want it.” He digs through the briefcase and holds out a thin enamel bookmark with a tassel on top, covered in a stunningly colorful map of Paris. “You know, so you don’t keep using receipts and stuff.”

Keith takes the bookmark and holds it gently, tilting it in the light. “It’s beautiful,” he says, looking up at Lance. He narrows his eyes suspiciously. “What did you do?”

“Hey, you just pointed out how rich and powerful I am,” Lance says, waggling his eyebrows. “I just wanted to get my adorable and forgiving boyfriend a gift.”

“Lance,” Keith says sternly, but he’s starting to smile. 

“Fine,” Lance says, sighing. “We have to go to a banquet tomorrow night. It’s going to be really long and boring and I’ll have to introduce you to about fifty different people you won’t have to remember, and it’s gonna last until one in the morning.”

“Hmm,” Keith says. “Sounds fun.” 

“It’s gonna be black tie so like, we may have to also go shopping,” Lance says tentatively. Keith makes a face – Lance’s clothing is fun to wear, but Keith has no interest in being part of the shopping experience. Lance’s stuff is all specifically tailored to fit him, which means fittings, which means waiting while people measure each part of your body while trying to force champagne and little canapes on you. He’s already been through it twice for other important dinners, because apparently he’s not allowed to wear the same outfit twice.

Lance is making puppy dog eyes at him. “We can go to that museum you wanted to,” he says, wheedling. “You know I can convince Shay to let us.”

“Fine,” Keith says. “But I’m not getting a whole new outfit. Just the parts I can’t get away with wearing again.”

“That’s fine,” Lance says, reaching out and tugging Keith close against him. “I’ll let you have one of my old ties, no one will notice. Thank you, baby.” 

“Yeah yeah,” Keith says, sighing, but he doesn’t really mind, especially when Lance puts a finger under his chin and tilts his head up for a kiss. They end up thirty minutes late to their lunch reservation, but there really are a lot of perks to having a prince for a boyfriend.

Fanfic: Build a Wall Between Us 1/2

Final Fantasy XV
Cor Leonis/Prompto Argentum (ship name?)
SFW -> vague references to masturbation
3,791 words

Prompto had never expected that his ill-advised crush on the Marshal would be so…enduring. Written for @jyonzu

(Yes there’s an age gap, no nothing happens at all until Prompto is 25 and well and truly able to make his own decisions, no I don’t want to hear it)

Part 2

When Prompto was fifteen, he met the Marshal for the first time.

It was impossible to be friends with a prince without meeting all manner of people who could kill him ten ways with their bare hands, but Cor the Immortal had easily been the most intimidating of the lot. Even Gladiolus, despite being taller and broader and more wild looking than Cor, had unfrozen pretty quickly around Prompto once he’d decided that Prompto wasn’t only hanging around to take advantage of Noctis.

Cor, though…

Prompto was entirely certain that Cor couldn’t do anything except frown, and he radiated the kind of dangerous strength that had Prompto cowering away from him. Their first meeting had mostly consisted of Cor glaring at Prompto while he stuttered through an attempted introduction, with Noctis laughing at him in the background the whole time.

Once Cor had disappeared off again to go do whatever terrifying things he did when he wasn’t intimidating teenagers, Noctis had assured Prompto that he wasn’t really as scary as he seemed. Prompto was pretty suspicious of that claim, considering that there was a fair bit of difference between the future King of Lucis and a random teenager from a not terrific part of Insomnia. Of course Cor wasn’t going to be as terrifying to Noctis as he was to everyone else.

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anonymous asked:

so in the incredibles AU does jake have the forcefield powers as well as the invisibility like violet has in the movie? because if so, that scene where dash is running inside of the forcefield with violet like it's some kind of hamster ball but with rich and jake

Yes! He does have force field powers and I do imagine them doing the Incrediballs (I think that’s what it’s called)

Beach Getaway

BLSummer bingo! Popsicles where they shouldn’t be, sunburns, and sand in uncomfortable places

Jackothy, T rated <3

Tim wished he could actually enjoy having a rich boyfriend. He’d started from gold digging Jack to actually digging him, realizing he liked Jack’s company and affection outside of his job.

That was the problem- he only wanted Jack outside of work, but work had taken over his life. Jack worked on average 14 hour days and Tim didn’t do much better. Any time at home together they were typically too tired to enjoy each other. Jack sometimes broke down and had late night parties with all sorts of substances to escape the stress, but Tim never went.

He tiredly unlocked the door and walked in at 2 AM after having too much work to do keeping an eye on Helios and Elpis and taking out a would-be assassin. Jack snored loudly on the couch and Tim frowned, feet and body aching and a lump in his throat. “Saved your life,” he muttered, tossing his identical grey jacket on the floor and working on his waistcoat, noticing a bottle of tequila next to Jack and throwing his coat at it. “Can’t even kiss me goodnight.”

Tim knew he had to take action.

The next morning Jack had his persona back on, spinning in his yellow chair with sunglasses on. If Tim didn’t know the glasses were to hide how hungover Jack was, he’d think them stylish. Tim strode in and Jack grinned at him. “Heard you did a pretty nice job last night, killin’ that scav assassin. What was his name, Taser Face? Sounds like if- if fuckin’ bandits were running out of email addresses! Oh no, badassbloodbath is taken, guess I better settle for!”

Jack jumped when Tim heavily clanked a bottle of rum on Jack’s desk. “I need a vacation, Jack. We need a vacation. Together.” Tim smiled, just thinking about what he wanted. “You and me, a sunny beach, lots of good drinks- what’s not to like?”

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I sped through Catherynne Valente’s The Refrigerator Monologues faster than I’d planned. It’s a collection of high-speed stories about the women whose lives are ‘refrigerated’ to progress the storyline of the superhero. Batgirl is paralyzed. Gwen Stacy dies. The femme fatale sticks around just long enough to be useful, and then the real villain, the male villain, betrays her. We’ve all read those stories, but from the perspective of the men. We’ve never gotten to hear them from the perspective of the women—until now. The former wives and girlfriends of superheroes and villains gather in ‘Deadtown’ as the Hell Hath Club. Some of them tell their stories, others strive to hide them. The reader hears them all. 

A thinly veiled Harley Quinn falls for the Joker, holding over his head the secret identity of his nemesis. A play on Gwen Stacy is kidnapped by a man who wants the powers she accidentally unleashed. A ferocious Atlantean Queen has the same exact powers as the man who loves her on land, but he keeps the glory for himself. It might sound like these are all simple twists on the stories we know, but they aren’t. They are wholly original, with rich, complex voices and tales, and new creations that are beyond what you’ve read before. A woman gets more and more powerful until people start believing she should be contained. The Atlantean Queen is magnificent. A photographer’s boyfriend can graffiti-spray anything to life, but has to watch as their love and art slip to the background so that he can fight crime. The Insomniac’s powers are both horrifying and magnificent. Valente pulls on the tales we know from DC and Marvel, but she takes them much further. Her world is well-built and each story lives on its own merits, giving us a point of view we always craved from the stories that are fiery and wondrous for men and almost always violent and cruel to their women. The women characters are fierce, bitter, and exciting. It’s one of my favorite releases this year. 

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One shot prompt contest idea: The reader was hired to seduce/get close to Lena by Lex/Cadmus but ended up genuinely falling in love with her

Originally posted by juliawickers

“Lena, I can’t lie to you anymore.”

Your voice trembled as you locked eyes with the woman you had been deceiving for two months.  When you had come to National City with a newly revived bank account and a pile of documents about the Luthor heiress, you had told yourself that business was business and the $200,000 Mrs. Luthor had wired to you would justify whatever you had to do from here on out.

Lena didn’t say anything, but set her pen down on her desk and waited for you to explain yourself.  You shut the door to her office, feeling her eyes on you the entire time, and remained standing at the far end of the room.

“I didn’t come to this city with good intentions.  I came here and applied at L Corp because I was hired to by your mother to get close to you.”

The words tasted badly in your mouth and sweat coated your palms.  You felt sick.  

“Why are you telling me?”

Her voice was emotionless and Lena’s gaze hardened on you.  You could see anything she had ever felt towards you dissipating.  Your chest ached.

“Because I can’t lie to you anymore, Lena.  I care about you and this is the first time I haven’t been able to complete a job.”  You walked towards her desk swiftly and sat down in the chair across from her.  As soon as you did, she rose and went to her window.  

“Am I supposed to feel sorry that you couldn’t go through with lying to me?”

“No, but you need to know that I’m not lying now.  Lena, your mother wants you dead and I’ve been feeding her fake intel for a while now, but you have to get out of this city now.”

“I don’t hide from my mother and I’m not about to start now.”

“This isn’t about your pride!” You stood up from the chair and went to the window despite knowing that she wouldn’t want to be near you.  “Lena, she’s already sent someone.  I was dismissed today, which means she thinks that she isn’t going to need information on you anymore.”

“Then I suppose you should be on your way.”

“I’m not leaving National City without you.”  You hesitated before putting your hand on her arm.  She flinched away from your touch.  “I love you, Lena.  Please, give me a chance to make this right.”

Silence fills the lavish office and you felt panic start to rush through your bloodstream.  

“I won’t leave without you, Lena,” you repeated softly.  She finally turned towards you and you feel an invisible punch to the stomach when you see the way her eyes are watering.  You’ve done a lot in your life, but nothing had ever hurt you like this.  

“Fine, but don’t you dare think that I trust you.”

“That’s fair,” you nodded; voice thick with emotion.  “Can you be ready at the piers by five?”

Lena nodded and you took it as your cue to leave.  Even leaving her alone for a few hours terrified you.  Intel was always your specialty and right now, you had none.  As you walked out of the office, you found yourself wondering whether or not Lena would even show up.  She had no reason to take your word for anything.  All you could do was pray that she would at least hold some faith in you as you packed your limited belongings into the black Audi you had purchased that afternoon.  You weren’t taking any chances about not having enough power or speed to escape a threat in the event that someone caught onto Lena’s departure.  The other thing that you purchased was a 9mm with the serial number sanded off.  


The sun was starting to set by the time you parked along the pier and you leaned against the hood of the sleek black car with your back towards the water.  Your pistol rests against your torso from its spot in the waist of your jeans.  

By 5:07, a taxi rolled up and you straightened your posture when it stopped in front of you.  Your heart hammered in your chest as Lena stepped out of the backseat and you waived the driver off when he went to get out.  The dark haired woman got into the passenger seat of your car without a word as you pulled her single black suitcase out of the cab’s trunk and handed the driver a handsome tip.  You waited until his vehicle disappeared down the street before looking away and putting Lena’s luggage into your trunk.  For all you know, someone could already be tailing her.

“You didn’t notice anything suspicious?” You asked upon reentering the Audi and starting it’s engine.  The machine roared to life and you threw it into drive before heading towards the street.  Your knuckles were turning white from the force with which you gripped the leather steering wheel.  

“No,” Lena answered curtly.

That was the only bit of dialogue between the two of you for the duration of the drive.  You wanted to say something; anything to make the tension lessen or make her hate you less.  But, you knew that no combination of words will make things better so soon, so you turned on the radio and took the first exit ramp you saw out of the city.


“Lena?”  You cautiously touched the sleeping woman’s shoulder, not wanting to scare her, and drew back when she jolted awake.  

“Where are we?” She asked.

“About an hour outside of Metropolis,” you replied.  Undoing your seatbelt, you opened your door and popped the drunk open to retrieve your things.  Lena rose from the car and you scanned the dark parking lot warily; still unsure of whether or not you were being followed.  

“I know it’s not the Hilton, but we’re pretty far from any main roads,” you nodded towards the dingy motel and pulled your bag and her suitcase out.  Lena didn’t respond and you lowered your gaze as you closed the trunk and sighed.  

After checking in under a fake name with one of the IDs in your wallet, you took the key for your room from the disinterested woman behind the front desk and walked to the end of the hall, where your room was.  You had requested one close to an exit, which wasn’t an uncommon demand in motels like this.  

As soon as you unlocked the door, Lena slipped past you and quickly shut herself in the bathroom.  The CEO gripped the edge of the cheap ceramic sink and stared at herself in the mirror; willing herself not to cry.  Nevertheless, her breath hitched in her throat and she quickly turned on the faucet to mask the sounds of her losing it.  

It took a lot for Lena to let someone in.  Growing up in the family that she had been adopted into left little room for affection or trust.  She was a rich, powerful CEO and that meant everyone who put themselves in their circle probably had an incentive for doing so.  

When you had come in for your interview, Lena had realized three things; that you were intelligent, overqualified for the position you had applied for, and that you knew both of those things.  Nevertheless, you had shook her hand and assured her that you were very excited about the possibility of working for her company and that you looked forward to hearing from her.

When you had come into your first day as her new assistant the next week, she tried to keep the usual distance she had with her employees.  But, you were charming and pretty and pretty insistent when you told her that it really wasn’t a bother for you to stay late so often and when you started bringing her dinner she found that she really enjoyed spending time with you after-hours.  

One evening, you had just pulled your jacket on to leave when Lena summoned you over the intercom to come to her office.  When you let yourself in, the CEO offered you a glass of bourbon and that glass quickly turned to several between the two of you.  She had insisted upon you calling her by her first name and you found yourself focusing less and less on getting information out of her as the two of you spoke.  

By midnight, the two of you were still drinking and moved to the balcony outside of her office.  Most of what you told her about your past was truthful; how you spent your entire adolescence in the foster system and did several stints in a juvenile detention center before you turned 18 and got a full ride to Cornell because of your remarkably high SAT scores.  You found yourself respecting your real employer less and less as Lena revealed parts of her childhood.  

It had never been clear to Lena whether it was the alcohol or the sudden vulnerability she felt opening up to you that made her press her lips against yours that night.  The two of you had shed your clothes right there on the floor of her balcony with the sounds of the city below.  Guilt flooded your system and mixed with the lust you felt as her nails dug into your flesh, but you didn’t stop what happened that night and you let it continue happening for there on out.


After a while, you heard Lena turn on the shower and decided to open one of the bottles of liquor you had thrown in your duffel bag.  Giving up your sobriety while potentially having an assassin on your trail wasn’t the best idea, but your conscience was eating you alive at this point and you needed a drink.

Choosing vodka so that the burn would at least serve as some kind of punishment, you opened the bottle and took a long swig from it.  Desperate for some sort of noise to fill the silence that had followed you since Lena’s office, you turned on the TV and paced back and forth with the vodka bottle in hand.

Lena exited the bathroom nearly 40 minutes later, wrapped in a towel and stripped of her make-up.  Her eyes were red and you took another drink, knowing that she had cried because of you.  Out of respect, you turned away so that she could get dressed and continued to sip from the bottle as you stared at the closed blinds covering the window.  For good measure, you had also propped a chair up against the door handle in case the deadbolt and chain lock failed you.

“So, how much did my mother pay you?”

“Is knowing gonna make you feel better?” You turned around and held out your bottle.  After a few seconds and a steely glare, she walked over and took it from you.  

“No,” she grimaced after a long drink, “but tell me anyway.”


“Wow,” Lena’s eyebrows rose and she smiled wryly.  “That’s all it took?”

“I’ve done a lot more for a lot less.”

The alcohol was making you more transparent than usual, but what was the harm in that now?

“So, was fucking me part of the deal too or just a bonus?”

Lena sat on the end of the bed nearest the window and took another drink.  Your hands clenched at your sides.

“It wasn’t like that,” you practically whispered.  Lena scoffed and you heard the vodka slosh around against the glass sides of the bottle.  You began to feel lightheaded.

“How am I supposed to believe anything you tell me?”

“I don’t know!”

Your voice cracked and your eyes stung with the threat of tears.  How in the name of God could you have let this happen?  

“But, I love you, Lena.  I’ve never lied to a client before, but I started feeding your mother false information the morning after…after we got together.  I’ve never bailed on a job before.  I’ve never felt the way I feel about you before.”

Tears streamed down your face and you hurried to wipe them away.  Lena was finally looking at you again and while you wanted to say something else, you were at a loss for words.  Her eyes searched yours for what felt like minutes.

“What’s going to happen after tonight?”

“I call the prison your mother is at and leave an anonymous tip about her hidden cellphone.  She’ll get put into solitary for at least three months for having that kind of contraband and…and if you want I can have a hit placed on her for when she gets put back into general population.  Whoever she hired to hurt you will take off with the money sooner or later after they can’t get in contact with her, and then…things should go back to normal.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll do whatever you ask me to…even if that means leaving you alone,” you admitted quietly.  As much as the idea of never seeing her again made you feel like you couldn’t breathe, you owed her that much.  Mattress springs creaked as Lena stood up, booze still in hand, and walked over to you.  Your pulse sped up.

“I should hate you,” she murmured.  You nodded in acceptance.  “But, I can’t.”

Tolkien Characters as Orchestral Instruments
  • Strings: Elves (everyone else thinks they're divas but they are an integral part of an orchestra, whilst being able to stand alone).
  • Violin 1: Arwen (shines brightly over the orchestra)
  • Violin 2: Legolas (in the texture, hard-working and when accompanying, bouncing off the beats from the double bass...)
  • Viola: Elrond (in the heart of the sound, making everyone else sound amazing)
  • Cello: Aragorn (supportive role for the entire orchestra with occasional beautiful melodies that everyone wants to listen to)
  • Double Bass: Gimli(the percussion section of the strings, plodding along-also, imagine a dwarf playing the double bass xD)
  • Harp: Galadriel (not always there but when she is, you listen)
  • Woodwind: Hobbits and beings close to nature (not as in the limelight as strings/brass but they have very important solos that shape the mood of a piece)
  • Flute: Frodo (not the most obvious soloist but comes out of the texture with important melodies)
  • Piccolo: Merry & Pippin (supports the flute but sometimes is just a little too loud over the orchestra)
  • Oboe: Bilbo (Boboe :P) (tunes the orchestra-effectively starts the orchestra off; quirky with very occasional solos but usually in the background)
  • Cor anglais: Gollum (darker than the oboe, with haunting laments as solos but does not come out of the texture often)
  • Clarinet: Sam (literally sitting behind the flute, carrying the harmony as the melody from other instruments projects)
  • Bassoon: Radagast (can sound eerie or weirdly beautiful, usually supporting the woodwind and underpinning the bass line of the orchestra)
  • Bass clarinet: Fatty Bolger (not always aware that they are playing but a very necessary extension of the clarinet)
  • Brass: Men (loud and important)
  • Trumpet: Boromir (unapologetic and bold)
  • Trombone: Théoden (important but not as willing to be in the limelight)
  • Bass Trombone: Éomer (occasionally forgotten about but adds richness and depth to the section)
  • Tuba: Denathor II(underpins the section so has the power to mess up the section the orchestra, whilst not being immediately noticeable)
  • French horn: Éowyn and Faramir (sat on the other side of the orchestra from the brass, next to the woodwind and can support both sections; it doesn't solo often but when it does, no other instrument could do it justice)
  • Percussion: Dwarves (more in the background and doesn't usually team up with other sections but integral and will come to the forefront if necessary)
  • Timpani: Thorin (arguably most important percussion instrument for an orchestra)
  • Cymbals: Fíli & Kíli (loud, brash and sometimes exactly what you need)
  • Claves: Bifur (not easy to pick out of the sounds and just involves whacking)
  • Gong: Bombur (big, round and loud)
  • Tubular bells/chimes: Bofur (instrument with pitch but does own thing)
  • Xylophone/Marimba/Vibraphone: Balin (arguably most difficult/complicated instrument)
  • Bass drum: Dwalin (big and strong support)
  • Guiro: Nori (he is sneaky and you don't know he's there and nobody knows the name of this instrument, even though everyone likes it)
  • Castanets: Dori (he's fussy, prim and sharp)
  • Triangle: Ori (bright tone, trying to be a cymbal and highlights important moments)
  • Cowbell: Óin (shouts over the orchestra and his ear-trumpet looks a bit like one)
  • Tambourine: Glóin (a support to the section and sounds a bit like money, as he was the money keeper)
  • Misfits:
  • Recorder: Treebeard (was once very important but now does not fit into the orchestra unless very old music is being played)
  • Composer/bagpipes: Tom Bombadil (you could just imagine him coming on stage saying 'yeah this is my piece, I'm gonna improvise on the bagpipes')
  • Saxophone: Saruman (very charismatic, alone or with the support of brass but is out of place in the orchestra and can cause a disturbance in the texture)

Alright, here are the late responses to the comments on my triad question post. Thank you all for your input!

Tony/Doctor Strange/Wasp Tony/John Watson/Sherlock Tony/Wolverine/Magneto” 

@zsadist7 Alright I have to ask, do you have fic recs for any of these pairings? I’ve never seen any of them and now I feel like I’m missing out. Especially Sherlock and John, that’s a combination I would’ve never considered but now I’m intrigued :)

Does Tony and Loki and Loki’s clone count?

@ketlingr It counts. It absolutely counts. It’s perfect! The only thing Tony deserves more than one Loki is two Lokis…or maybe three…

Tony/Bucky/Natasha, each helping each other feel more like humans and less like monsters. Natasha as a dominatrix to the two boys. They don’t know everything about each other’s pasts but they work together to make a better future.”

@merchant-of-aegis Oooh, now that is a lovely premise. I’m not sure I’d write it–not sure I could get the dynamics right tbh–but it certainly sounds intriguing. There are so many possibilities too, though my first thought was a after-the-apocalypse sort of AU where the world around them is as desolate and hopeless as they feel and they all carry their own guilt, mistakes and horrible choices with them. Wow, this is getting dark very fast, sorry about that!

Tony/Hope/Scott. Tony and Hope bond over being rich, intelligent, and having daddy issues. Then Scott comes in and turns them both upside down and adds some crazy to their lives.

@buckysbackpackbuckle Oh. My. God. This could be the brilliant start to a No Powers AU. I love it. Really, someone has to write this at some point it sounds awesome. And if no one offers, I’ll have to do it myself, she said, adding yet another planned project to her steadily growing list of WIPs.

There’s this great thing that I found that’s called stark spangled banner and it’s tony/steve/bruce and it’s gotten pretty big online now

@peachybuttercup That sounds like an interesting dynamic as well. Thank you! I’ll really have to check this pairing out!