it was like a five minute shoot

i know that in canon magnus thinks he and lup didn’t hang out enough but like.., i absolutely cannot imagine a reality in which magnus and the twins did not get into Good and Goofy Hijinks™ almost immediately like i can only imagine them being introduced to make sure that the people they’re shooting into space in a tin can can tolerate each other and within five minutes lucretia staggers out of the room, smoking slightly and davenport is like “oh shit do they not get along”

and lucretia gives him this stare and says “no,” she says, “they get along TOO WELL”

cut to the room: magnus’ hair is on fire and he’s doing pushups with both taako and lup on his back while both of them egg him on loudly and unintelligibly. taako is chugging something, no one knows what. magnus puts his hand up for a high five and continues doing push-ups one handed and the resulting “AYYYYYY” of excitement is so loud that the building shakes

The Kissing Booth

A SnowBaz fanfiction


Simon

Once a year, usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students.  It’s usually quite humble, mainly consisting of booths selling small magic trinkets, or snacks like cotton candy, sweets and other classic carnival fare.  There’s always the tiny petting zoo over near the Cloisters, and some years Watford even scrapes enough together to bring in a carousel.  Most of the booths are run by student volunteers, and though everything is by donation, all proceeds go to whichever charity the student body has voted on.

           I go every year, mostly for the caramel apples and sweet cider, but this is the first year I’ve been behind the scenes of the carnival and helped at a booth.

           In truth, I didn’t even sign up for it, but Agatha hadn’t had a break all day and needed some cotton candy of her own.

           I should have told her to find Penny, or Trixie or even Minty.  Anyone but me.

           It doesn’t take long for the word to spread that Simon Snow has taken over the Kissing Booth, and mortifyingly the line has doubled in length.  Mostly first or second-year girls, blushing and stammering or swaggering up to the counter with a pronounced sway in their step, with the odd boy interspersed through the line.

           It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me – that honour goes to the time in second year that Baz stumbled upon a spell that made my clothes slowly dissipate, garment by garment, in the middle of the dining hall – and after the first two or three quick, cold kisses I start to calm down, but I’m counting the minutes until Agatha comes back.  How she endured hours of this, I cannot comprehend.  That’s just Agatha, I guess.

           A redhead drops her donation into the tin and her eyes flit around, meeting me for only a split second at a time, her cheeks aflame.  I try to look as non-threatening as I can and lean forward enough that she can close the rest of the space.  She darts in with a kiss that’s no more than a peck before running over to a giggling pair of who must be her friends, a triumphant grin on her face. She must have been dared.  Poor girl.  I hope I wasn’t her first.

           “Well, well, well.”

           My stomach lurches at the cold drawl I know only too well.

           “What are you doing here, Baz?” I say in as civilized a tone as I can manage.

           He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth in a twist that’s a bit too amused to be a sneer.  “When I heard that the Chosen One had taken over the Snogging Booth, I simply had to see it for myself.”

           “Well, now you’ve seen it, so now you can go.”

           “Saving the World of Mages one kiss at a time,” Baz murmurs with a chuckle.  “Not exactly what I was envisioning.”

           “I’m only covering for Agatha,” I retort, “she’ll be back in five minutes if you’re wanting her services.”

           He scoffs.  “I’d rather not snog your girlfriend, thank you very much.”

           “She’s not my – forget it,” I shake my head.  I’ve told him at least a dozen times, but it never stops him.

           “She must have been really desperate for a break to put you in charge,” Baz drawls on, his voice smooth like honey but with too much of a bite to be sweet.  “You’d think she’d at least pick someone attractive for the Kissing Booth.”

           It stings, but I don’t flinch.  “What, someone like you?” I spit back too fast.

           His eyebrows shoot up in delighted surprise as I realize my mistake.  “You flatter me, Snow,” he purrs, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I furrow my brow tighter and hope it passes for anger.

           “Is there a reason you’re still here?” I growl as the burning spreads from my cheeks to my ears.  

           “As a matter of fact, there is,” Baz says, and his gray eyes look cool enough to staunch the flames at the tips of my ears, but the more I glare into them the more the fire rages.  “I’m here to torment you.”

           “Great, well you’ve done that.”

           “I wanted to see what you’d do.”  He leans on the edge of the counter, bringing his face far too close to mine for comfort. “What would the Mage’s Heir do if his nemesis showed up at the Kissing Booth?”

           “You can torment me any time,” I shoot back, “you’re holding up the line.”

           “Oh, yes, well,” he feigns conern, “I wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their kiss.”

           “Then go away.”

           His eyes narrow and he pretends to think.  “Mmm, no.  I don’t think so.”

           “Baz, I’m warning you.”

           “Terrifying,” he drones, “but this is too much fun.  Besides,” his eyebrow flickers up, “don’t you owe me a kiss?”

           I flash him a smirk of my own.  “Aw, Baz. If you were so desperate for a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”

           Baz, to his credit, doesn’t bat an eye.  “You think of that comeback yourself?”

           “There’s a fee, you know,” I ignore him, barely having to raise my voice above a murmur for him to hear me, he’s so close.  “You haven’t paid the fee, so I don’t owe you anything.”

           He doesn’t drop his eyes from mine, and the cool gray takes on the spark of a challenge.  Out of my periphery I see him reach into his pocket, and there’s the clatter of coins dropping into the tin.

           I should punch him.

           I should spit in his face.

           I wanted to see what you’d do.

           I take him by the lapels and crush his mouth under mine.

           He makes a muffled sound of shock.  To be fair, so do I, but mine is more angry than it is surprised.  I kiss him hard and rough, and it’s a bit of a juxtaposition because his mouth is oddly soft.  A face like his, you’d expect his lips to be made of marble, cold and unmoving, but he’s the farthest thing from unmoving.  I can’t tell if he’s struggling or if he’s kissing me back but his lips are so, so soft and I want to bruise them, mark them, bite them…

           I only stop when a series of wolf whistles reminds me that there are at least ten people watching us.

           Trying to salvage the illusion of control, I break away harshly, still gripping him by his collar.  The cocky smirk has dropped from his smooth features and now his face mirrors mine, a matching scowl, like I’ve crossed a dangerous line.  I probably have.

           “Was that what you wanted?” I growl.

           He doesn’t answer, just holds my gaze another few seconds before pushing back from the table, his lapels slipping out of my hands, and stalking away.

*** 

I don’t see Baz at the carnival after that, and I stay as long as the booths are open, perusing the same counters and feigning interest even after having looked through their contents three times.  I keep Penny company where she mans the popcorn booth, drizzling caramel over every few cartons, and I even get bored enough to hang around Agatha back at the Kissing Booth for a little while, until one too many patrons have asked if I’m available for service.  When she and Penny are freed we pet the goats at the petting zoo, the ones that Ebb has graciously volunteered for the event, and take a few spins on the carousel.  Only once the light has begun to fade and the signs are being lowered from their booths do the three of us part ways.  Even then, I offer to help Ebb get her goats back safely.

           Basically, I’m doing anything I can to put off going back to the room, but eventually I can’t avoid it any longer.  I’ve wandered the grounds enough times that the sun has properly disappeared behind the distant hills and I can barely see the ground in front of me. Even then I’m tempted to consider crazy alternatives like spending the night at Ebb’s place, but I’m pretty sure that would be against school rules anyway, and besides, I’ll have to face Baz eventually.  There’s no undoing what’s happened.

           When I finally trudge back into the room, he’s staring out the window at the moat, presumably trying to intimidate the merwolves, but he turns at the sound of the door.  His expression, though I don’t see it for long before I look away, is hard to read. Wide eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s still mad at me for my stunt earlier, but there’s a bit of a questioning edge there, too.  Almost a where were you edge.

           Normally I have to start any type of conversation, but tonight he wastes no time. “What the hell was that, Snow?”

           There’s no question as to what he’s referring, and I can’t help but get angry again.  “Me? You’re the one who had to start something!”

           “Well, you didn’t have to react so drastically,” he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the window, the moonlight casting its glow on his skin and making him even paler than usual, almost transparent.  I half expect fangs to slide out from his lips for no reason and complete the picture.

           His soft, soft lips.

           “You were egging me on,” I seethe, the memory igniting the rage that I’d felt in the fractured moment before kissing him, “it’s your fault anything happened.”

           “Proud little hero,” Baz says with the slightest smirk, “can’t back down from a challenge.”

           “You know I can’t, not in front of people.”

           “Wouldn’t want them to think the Heir is a coward.”

           I feel like a balloon in me is swelling and deflating at once.  “But that’s just it, Baz,” I insist, anger momentarily aside.  “If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?”

           He doesn’t answer right away, and for a second I think maybe he understands. I want so badly for him to understand.

           “No reason,” Baz eventually says, turning to look out the window again, “not with someone like you as the Chosen One.”

           I want to groan, to kick something, to shake him by the shoulders and make him look me in the eye and for once not fight me.  Have we ever in our lives made eye contact without there being some challenge between us?

           “Why did you have to get in that line?” I shake my head.  “There are so many other ways of tormenting me, lower-stakes ways.”

           “To be fair, I’ve already exhausted most of those,” Baz murmurs with a little shrug of his shoulders.

           “When have you ever been fair?”

           “Touché.”

           I’m tired of standing here at the door, so I kick off my shoes and sit down on my bed, trying not to think about how much closer I am to him now, still at the window, looking as vampiric as ever.  His gray eyes are positively silver in the moonlight, and the black of his hair looks silkier than ever, as if it’s soaking the rays directly into him. He almost glows.  I have to laugh a little, because more than once Baz has mockingly compared me, with my bronze curls and sky-blue eyes, to the sun, but he himself wears a halo of night.  If I am the sun, then Baz is most certainly the moon.  Distant, cold, mysterious, almost too pristine to touch.

           His gaze returns to me suddenly.  He raises an eyebrow in a wordless inquiry, and I realize I’ve been staring.

           “What exactly was it you expected me to do?”

           “At what point, Snow?” he gives a humourless laugh.  “You had more than one opportunity to react.”

           “When you paid the fee.”

           His tiny smile disappears.  “It doesn’t matter.”

           “It does.”

           “Drop it, Snow,” he says, the hardness returning to his eyes, and I know I’ve cornered him.  Drop it is Baz’s way of betraying himself, of saying there’s something that he doesn’t want to tell.

           “Was I supposed to kiss you?” I ask.  For some reason I have to know.

           “No.”

           “Then what?”

           “I don’t know, Snow, punch me.  Push me. Beat me to the ground.  Something.”

           My brow furrows in confusion.  “Wait. You wanted me to hit you?”

           He shrugs, more with his head than his shoulder.  “One of us has to get hurt, right?”

           I rise to my feet, and I’m face-to-face with him again, only his eyes are different this time.  Whereas at the booth he had betrayed no hint of doubt at our closeness, now there’s a flicker of something in the silver, something that feels a lot like the way my heart is racing in my chest, and it dawns on me.  He was putting on a show at the carnival, acting like nothing I could do would get to him, just as I had been.

           If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?

           One of us has to get hurt, right?

           And suddenly it makes sense.

           There’s only a few inches between us, so it feels almost natural when I lean in and press the gentlest of kisses to his lips.

           He doesn’t kiss me back this time, but he doesn’t move away either.  “What was that for?” he asks when I draw back a second later.

           “You act like we’re so different,” I say wonderingly, “but we’re the same.”

           “How?”

           “What do you think we’d be if we didn’t have to fight each other?”

           I don’t miss the split second of longing in his eyes.  “Keep dreaming, Snow.”

           “Because I bet it would involve a lot more of this.”  I bring a hand up to his neck, my fingers instantly lost in the wavy tips of his hair and it’s exactly as soft as it looks bathed in moonlight.

           Baz closes his eyes like he has to collect himself.  “You’re the hero.  I’m the villain.  What more do I have to say?”

           “Fuck that,” I chuckle, “we both know that’s not true.  You’re a boy, and I’m a boy.  That’s all.”

           “Tell that to the rest of the world.”

           “I don’t care about the rest of the world,” I shake my head adamantly, “I want to know what you think.”    

           “About what?”

           “If there was no act, no reputation, no role to play,” I murmur, “if we were just two boys, what would you do?”

           Baz returns my gaze a moment, searching my eyes.    

           Then his lashes close and he’s kissing me, and my eyes drift shut again like I’m sighing in relief.

           I let my fingers tangle higher up in his hair while my other hand grips the front of his shirt like earlier, only without the anger of the afternoon.  He angles his head further and guides the kiss deeper, his hands gently gripping my waist and pulling me closer.  I melt against him, my mouth moving with his, my head swimming with his citrusy scent, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my throat when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle tug. Suddenly I’m floating, weightless, and Baz gives a muffled sound of surprise when I press back a little harder.

           When we finally break apart, both of us gasping and dizzy, I immediately want more, want to line his neck with my mouth, want to feel his breath hitch when I reach the base of his throat, want to hear my name in his sigh.  Would he sigh Snow or Simon?  I want to know.

           “Please,” I whisper, dotting a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “can’t we just be two boys?”

           When I meet his eyes, they’re full of more longing than ever.

           In response, he kisses a soft, slow triangle pattern on my cheek, and I recognize the pattern of the three moles by my eye, and I can’t help but smile.

“We can try.”

Thoughts on OITNB Season 5

The Good:

  • This season was a lot of fun. I never felt bored, and the pacing was just right. They made roughly four days (I think?) last 13 episodes, but I don’t feel as though anything was dragged out.
  • Red on speed was fucking hilarious. So many great lines out of her this season. “In Russia, we don’t have proverbs. We have vodka and misery.”
  • Young Red back story!
  • Soso’s memorial to Poussey.
  • The subtle social commentary/anti-gun message in the premiere, where every time someone asked/talked about the gunfire a different American mass shooting was referenced. Needless to say, there was a lot.
  • Taystee taking the fucking microphone from Judy King. 
  • Taystee repeating Poussey’s name over and over. Punching Caputo in the face for not doing so. A+
  • Taystee as a whole was pretty amazing this season, even if she eventually screwed everything up.
  • Linda becoming Boo’s girlfriend for five minutes but then ultimately getting completely fucked over.
  • Piper and Alex sticking mostly to mundane couple issues. Nothing hugely earth-shattering between the two of them. I was sick of the constant forced drama.
  • I feel like Piper made actual progress with her mother, and the fact that particular conversation lead to her impromptu proposal was awesome.
  • Nicky was clean, hilarious, and hot as hell. Couldn’t get enough of her this season, and loved seeing the real depths of her feelings for Lorna. The brief role reversal with her and Red was a fun trip as well.
  • Red and Blanca friendship was an unexpected treat.
  • FRIEDA
  • I could not love Gloria Mendoza more if I tried.
  • Alison was fleshed out, and I’m really starting to love her as a character.
  • Piper being a Slytherin, headcanon confirmed. 
  • Caputo being a badass in his negotiations with Fig. 
  • Chang peacing out. 
  • Ending the season with The Cinematic Orchestra’s “To Build a Home” – a better song choice doesn’t exist. I have always associated that song with this show. Bravo. The last five minutes gave me chills.
  • Cindy singing Suzanne to sleep, then later Cindy hugging Suzanne, apologizing, crying. I loved it.

The Bad:

  • I feel like the overall message with Suzanne was scattered and poorly handled, and while Uzo did an amazing job with what she was given, I feel like the writing wasn’t necessarily realistic in that it hasn’t been tackled what exactly Suzanne’s mental illness is, purely so the writers can twist her symptoms to fit the plot.
  • Unlike most people I’m not mad about the Piscatella back-story, but it felt incomplete to me. I feel like there is not enough explanation there. What happened to Wes? It seemed like given some of what Piscatella said that there must have been some kind of betrayal there. Given that he’s dead, we’ll probably never find out, but I just felt like there were pieces missing to his story.
  • I feel like Daya fell flat this season. Her characterization was all over the place until she gave herself up and quietly disappeared. 
  • Vinnie and Lorna are, as always, the cringiest. I guess that’s sort of the point, though.
  • I’m not sure what they were trying to do with the Nazis/Sankey? I don’t know if they were trying to endear us to them, but it felt…weird. Like their racism was purely situational and just seemed to disappear when it was convenient. I feel uncomfortable that they were played in a way that I wanted to like them, then felt horrified because Jesus, they’re FUCKING NAZIS
  • Black Lattes Matter would never be a meme
  • Sophia disappearing halfway through the season. Seriously? Her helping in medical was awesome. I would’ve loved to have seen more of that.

The Ugly:

  • Coates x Pennsatucky makes my fucking skin crawl. How can this be a thing? Why is this a thing? WHY IS SHE PAIRED WITH HER RAPIST AND WHY IS IT PORTRAYED AS CUTE?
  • The general rapeyness of how most of the male hostages were treated, mainly Stratman, Josh, and Luschyek. It dehumanized a lot of the girls for me and made me really uncomfortable.
  • Adding onto that: Angie and Leanne have become way too much. “I’ve raped guys before, and I could tell that was genuine.” What the fuck? Why did this need to be in there? I don’t understand how we are ever supposed to have any sympathy for these two ever again. Which is a shame with Leanne, because she has one of the more interesting back stories on the show.
  • Watching the guy who raped Wes Driscoll get burned alive was something I could’ve done without seeing. Hearing his screams would’ve been enough to get the point across.
  • Humps was creepy when he was alive, creepy when he was dying, and creepy upon death. Not sad to see him go. 
  • Piscatella torturing Red in front of her girls…Alex’s arm getting snapped…that whole episode was amazingly handled, but it was still really difficult to watch.
  • Caputo getting trapped in the POO for so long was really gross and disturbing. The man was literally locked in a piss/shit/puke filled porta-potty for days in what I’m pretty sure is summer or early autumn. 
  • Seriously, all of those guards are going to be permanently traumatized. What they were put through is sick.

TL;DR: This has been one of my favorite seasons yet, fun and brilliant, even if there’s an unfortunate amount of it I desperately wish I could un-see, and I feel some of it should have been handled differently. 

11 Electrifying Facts about Jellyfish

Some are longer than a blue whale. Others are barely larger than a grain of sand. One species unleashes one of the most deadly venoms on Earth. Another holds a secret that’s behind some of the greatest breakthroughs in biology. In every way, jellyfish are fascinating creatures and today we’re celebrating them with 11 wild facts!

1. Jellyfish have inhabited the ocean for at least half a billion years, and they’re still flourishing even as the sea changes around them.

2. Jellyfish are soft-bodied sea creatures that aren’t really fish. They’re part of a diverse team of gelatinous zooplankton, zooplankton being animals that drift in the ocean.

3. A noted feature of jellyfish is a translucent bell made of a soft delicate material called mesoglea. Sandwiched between two layers of skin, the mesoglea is more than 95% water held together by protein fibers. The jellyfish can contract and relax their bells to propel themselves. They don’t have a brain or a spinal cord, but a neural net around the bell’s inner margin forms a rudimentary nervous system that can sense the ocean’s currents and the touch of other animals.

4. Jellyfish don’t have typical digestive systems, either. These gelatinous carnivores consume plankton and other small sea creatures through a hole in the underside of their bells.

5. The nutrients that jellyfish consume are absorbed by an inner layer of cells with waste excreted back through their mouths.

6. One species of jellyfish glows green when it’s agitated, mostly thanks to a biofluorescent compound called green fluorescent protein, or GFP. Scientists isolated the gene for GFP and figured out how to insert it into the DNA of other cells. There, it acts like a biochemical beacon, marking genetic modifications, or revealing the path of critical molecules. Scientists have used the glow of GFP to watch cancer cells proliferate, track the development of Alzheimer’s, and illuminate countless other biological processes. Developing the tools and techniques from GFP has netted three scientists a Nobel Prize in 2008, and another three in 2014.

7. The jellyfish’s sting, which helps it capture prey and defend itself, is its most infamous calling card. In the jelly’s epidermis, cells called nematocysts lie coiled like poisonous harpoons. When they’re triggered by contact, they shoot with an explosive force. It exerts over 550 times the pressure of Mike Tyson’s strongest punch to inject venom into the victim. 

8. The venom of one box jellyfish can kill a human in under five minutes, making it one of the most potent venoms of any animal in the world.

9. Jellyfish who may be the most successful organisms on Earth. There are more than 1,000 species of jellyfish, and many others that are often mistaken for them.

10. Ancient fossils prove that jellyfish have inhabited the seas for at least 500 million years, and maybe go back over 700 million. That’s longer than any other multi-organ animal. And as other marine animals are struggling to survive in warmer and more acidic oceans, the jellyfish are thriving, and perhaps getting even more numerous.

11. Some jellyfish can lay as many as 45,000 eggs in a single night. And there’s some jellyfish whose survival strategy almost sounds like science fiction. When the immortal jellyfish is sick, aging, or under stress, its struggling cells can change their identity. The tiny bell and tentacles deteriorate and turn into an immature polyp that spawns brand new clones of the parent.

From the TED-Ed Lesson Jellyfish predate dinosaurs. How have they survived so long? - David Gruber

Animation by Silvia Prietov

Marvey and romantic tropes

Inspired by these awesome posts: x, x, here’s a list of ten (of many tbh) romance tropes played with in Mike and Harvey’s narrative, starting with ones that actually are on TVTropes, followed by ones that are just general narrative things (All gif credits at bottom of post):

1. Meet Cute (+Rescue Introduction)

Do I even need to explain this one? A sick grandmother, running from the cops, mistaken identity…Literally the first 20 minutes of this series is about these two and how they’re going to meet thanks to some crazy circumstances, and how a malfunctioning briefcase full of pot is going to change their lives (and they don’t even know it yet):

2. Forgotten First Meeting (Or Connected All Along if you want to be finicky):

Harvey passed Mike and Trevor on the street ‘five years ago’ when Mike was working as a bike messenger and Mike said ‘If I ever look like that shoot me’ which is ironic because he will work so hard to look like that in five years but also not that ironic because Mike probably said that to deflect Trevor’s attention from the fact that he is 100% checking Harvey out and very interested in what he sees (And it is what he sees, since the camera is Mike’s gaze and it does a full elevator scan. Interesting choice there, editors):

3. Disposable Fiancé, and the Break-Up/Make-Up Scenario:

I’d have to post the entirety of 3x02 to illustrate it all tbh? From the ‘We’re done but I’m still going to be pissy about your new relationship nvm that the trigger for you falling into the relationship was that you were upset from our “break-up”’:

to the ‘I’m going to get right in your face for maximum UST and heartbreak for when I tell you we’re done’:

to poor Louis becoming the disposable fiancé who sees an opportunity:

and woos Mike:

while Harvey denies to himself how much he loves misses him (while looking that heartbroken jesus gabriel):

And of course it doesn’t work because right as Mike and Louis are about to ‘make it official’:

Along comes Harvey like everyone knew he would with these faces and ‘You’re not going back on your word [to Louis], you’re going back where you belong [with me]’:

And then you get the Big Damn…High Five:

(with Louis looking on which is bittersweet because unlike the usual disposable fiancé scenario he is sympathetic).

4. Race for your Love:

Okay, literally, this is even more romantic here than in its usual use?? “Most commonly found in Romantic Comedies, Race For Your Love usually occurs five minutes or so before the credits roll.” “Someone is about to leave the city/state/country forever, but their lover runs to the train station/airport to convince them to stay.” 

Except Mike is not about to leave the city he’s about to turn himself in to make sure Harvey doesn’t do the same, to protect Harvey, and Harvey’s running to stop him?? And we get shots of Harvey running this long fucking run in slow mo (and it continues into the next episode lmao):

5. Odd couple:

“A friendly (sometimes romantic) relationship between completely different people, usually the main characters.”

Good lawyer, bad lawyer. Winning vs caring, etc., their contrasts would need a whole separate post:

6. [Saving the] Damsel in Distress:

Mike is literally Harvey’s damsel in distress lmao?? It’s always because of something happening with Mike that Harvey ends up doing his angry “I’m going to save my bb” power walk:

7. Act of True Love [Fight]:

“An act of sacrifice or high risk, motivated by love, which proves beyond a doubt that you put your loved one’s needs before your own.”

Not only do they both pull these, they fight about who gets to put the other’s safety above his own, multiple times:

This happens again for a whole half fucking season I’m not going to post gifs of all of it because it would be too many but it culminates in a downright physical fight because Harvey’s pissed Mike’s pulling the Act of True Love and has locked him out of doing it and so he throws a fucking glass and then goads him into hitting him because he’s in that much pain over what Mike’s doing for him what the fuck:

And then Mike goes to prison and Harvey gets him out because of course, and you’d think it’d be over now right? But nope.

Narrative things that aren’t really on tvtropes:

8. Protectiveness/Possessiveness:

They’re just very, very protective and territorial of each other. Not hard to interpret as a romance trope at all. Again, to illustrate, I’d have to post gifs from the whole show so just have two at random:

9. “Staring at the empty space you should fill”:

I mean, I guess there’s a platonic interpretation for standing outside someone’s empty office with your morning coffee, broodingly staring at the chair they used to sit in. I usually only see behavior like this in romantic contexts in other media though:

10. “At Your Door” parallels

Doorstep parallels are just an otp staple and they have the most in the show. Like, someone still has to make an updated version with the most recent examples lmao, so here’s another two at random:

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superheroes - peter parker

Originally posted by magneteers

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader (Tony Stark friendship with reader and Peter as well)

Summary: Peter and Ned are keeping something from Y/N, and she is determined to find out what. But, can she without letting her secret slip through too?

Warnings:none

Requested: Yes (anonymous)

Here’s another imagine for y'all! Hope you like it! It’s a little long lol. Some of y'all were asking about a masterlist and yes! Below:

MASTERLIST

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It had been exactly six days, four hours, and forty-two minutes since you had spoken to Peter or Ned. You didn’t really know how to act like a normal human being without their obnoxious tactics ringing in your ears of every second of every day. Especially since your small crush on Peter was slightly creeping up on you as the days passed on. They were your best friends, always had been. But, this time, it wasn’t a delicate topic, apparently.

You had walked up to them at lunch almost a week ago, clutching your lunch tray with both hands, a smile plastered on your face  as you were excited as all to tell them your news about the algebra test getting pushed back to Thursday. All three of you stayed up so late the night before studying for that test, and by the end of the night, none of you had any idea what was going on, which was odd. You usually nailed math within three seconds. But not this time. So, your excitement was very evident on your face.

You approached them, Peter’s back slightly turned around as Ned followed the position, their eyes fixate don something clearly much more important than lunch. Your eyebrows furrowed on confusion as you set down your backpack next to you and your lunch tray in front of you, taking a seat at the gray lunch. Your stare becomes more intent, neither of the boys turning around to notice presence.

“Uh, hello?” you questioned, knocking your knuckles against the hard surface. All of the sudden, their ears perk at the the sudden noise, both heads turning around completely.

Eyebrows raised, you make direct eye contact with Peter, his brown orbs widening at the sight of your presence, “Oh! H-Hey, Y/N.”

Ned’s hair falls in front of his eyes, a guilty yet seemingly confused smile rolls over his lips, shoulders slouching a little, “Heyyyy,” he said, rolling out the ‘y’.

Your arms fold across your chest, suspiciously giving them a stare down, eyes narrowing as they slide from Peter to Ned, and back to Peter, “What are doing back there?” Your tone serious yet skeptical.

Peter shot you a weak smile, “Nothing!” he blurted out suddenly, eyes still widen at your suspicious glare. “We were just checking our work from Mrs. Smith’s lab yesterday.”

“Uh, no,” you interjected, shaking your head, looking at them as if they thought you were stupid, “We turned in our labs yesterday. They’re already graded, Peter.”

His mouth popped open and closed numerous times, looking like a gaping fish out of water, knowing he’d been caught so easily. You scooted up further on the sat, placing your folded arms on the table, “What were you really doing, Peter?” you questioned, your tension rising for the last time.

Ned shot up, belting out before Peter could say anything, “It’s nothing! We can’t tell you, Y/N. Like we really, can’t tell you.”

Peter looked from you to Ned multiple times before shaking his head up and down, signalling his agreement with Ned, “We just can’t.”

What was he hiding?

You felt your tension rise, ruining your previous thoughts, “I would never keep a secret from you two, ever,” you let out sternly, cracking your knuckles.

Lies. You’re such a liar.

Peter and Ned both looked at each other quickly before shooting you a guilty look for what felt like the thousandth time in a matter of five minutes. Your Y/E/C eyes pierced through Ned’s quickly, then shooting toward Peter’s gaze. Y/E/C pierced into his sparkling brown gaze and you felt disconnected with your best friend for the first time in your life. You share everything with each other, why not this.

You felt excluded and betrayed. Picking up your backpack, you roll your eyes in their direction once more before muttering, “Whatever. Guess we’re not as close as I had thought,” the words dripped like venom off your lips, anger bubbling deep inside you. You whisk away quickly, not looking back at what you had thought, your best friends faces.

The next few days, you felt the build up of tension between you and Peter. Every time he would see you in the hallway, he would give you a stern look before slamming his locker shut, ignoring your distant presence, and go to class. You began to realize your slight crush on him was fading, fast. You couldn’t believe how your two friends could keep anything from you, and Peter couldn’t believe you would be mad at him for something as little as an untold secret. He knew you would never keep anything from him, but this was just too big of a matter.

Or so he thought.

“Call Mr. Stark, Jane” you told your suit, yanking your mask off, revealing your sweaty face in the mirror gazing back at you.

“Calling Tony Stark..” Jane, as you liked to call her, initiated the call to Mr. Stark. You slumped down onto your bed, lying back on your pillow in complete exhaustion from this weeks past events.

“Miss Y/N, what can I do for you today?” Tony’s voice now evident in your ear.

You sat up immediately, wrapping your arm around your bedpost, “Yes, Mr. Stark, I was wondering if you had anything for me to possibly do? I’m very… bored,“ you said hesitantly but confidently, yearning for Tony to give you something to do to take your mind off everything going on around in your ‘normal’ life.

Tony’s breath was steady in the earpiece for a few moments before sighing heavily, "Okay, Miss Y/L/N, I have something, well someone I want you to meet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but haven’t gotten around to it. Another… project.”

Your eyes lit up and your heart quickened at the thought of another superhero, “Yes, Mr. Stark! I would love to! Anything I need to know about this other… project?” you questioned, arms bending down to take off your blue and yellow suit, preparing for the mission.

“Yes, actually. They’re around your age, kind of annoying. Rather… talkative,” he said with slight annoyance in his voice.

You chuckled lightly, “Bye, Mr. Stark see you soon!” you yelled a little too excitedly before ending the call as you quickly shoved your suit into your bag. As soon as your foot hit the door mat, your mind instantly began to wonder into thoughts of this other super-human.

What were they like? Were their powers similar to yours? Not many people can teleport and or telepathically communicate with one another. Were they a guy? Oh god, what if he’s hot? Well, may be nice to have some eye candy your age on missions. What if I know them? Oh, c'mon, that’s almost impossible.Th chances of that happening are like a billion to one.

When you arrived at Stark Tower, Tony leading you to your so called 'mission’, your excitement ran up and down your veins. Your stomach did somersaults ever second as your feet kept a steady pace behind Tony.

Interrupting your thoughts, Tony, turned around to speak to you, still walking, “So, Miss Y/L/N, I have had this in mind for quite some time now. I just thought with being the only two teenagers on the team, if you met someone similar to you, you’d feel more comfortable,” he continued, typing in a pass-code on a tablet as you approached a huge gray door.

“But, you know of Spider-Man, right?” he questioned, eyebrows raised at your nervous gaze. Your eyes widened as the name rolled off his tongue.

“O-Of course, I mean he’s a new legend here,” you attempted to let out calmly as Tony still looked at you. “I had no idea he was so young.”

“Oh yes, he’s your age. That’s who I wanted you to meet today, but not 'Spider-Man’. The character behind the mask.”

Your stomach’s somersaults picked up. Oh my god, Spider-Man is a legend. You were a new trainee, so you looked in awe at this young yet legendary person behind the red mask.

Tony opened one last door, turning to you and stopping once you were inside, “Okay, I’ll send him out here. You stay here,” he smiled slightly at you as your head nodded vigorously in his direction. He walked behind yet another large door to retrieve your new colleague.

Okay, act cool. He’s just someone who’s just like you. Tony may even send you on missions with these boy, so you got this. When he walks in, just stick your hand out politely and say to him, “Hello, I’m-”

“Y/N?”

Your ears instantly heard the familiar sounding voice echo into your ears like something so delicate it would hurt if you didn’t understand what was standing right in front of you. The scratchiness of the tone hit you like a bus, interrupting your thoughts. Slowly yet threateningly, you turned around, glistening brown was what hit you first as your best friend Peter Parker stood in front of you, holding the unrecognizable blue and red suit by his side.

“Oh my god. You’re a superhero?,” you let out, eyes widening at the boy standing in front of you.

Peter blinked rapidly, his mouth barely able to let out any words at your figure holding the blue and yellow suit, “I-I don’t even know what to say.”

You nodded your head in agreement, slowly walking towards him. Your heart rate sped up and your face turned a bright red, due to the fact Peter knew your secret and you know knew his. Your eyes captivated his in a gaze for what felt like years, your breaths now mingling at your close proximity.

You were surprised by your next set of actions. Lifting a hand towards his face, you set it on his face softly, your hands laying on top of his muscular jaw bone, your voice in awe, “I just can’t believe it’s you.”

He smiled softly at your actions, his eyes scanning your face, looking for some kind of explanation. You then realized you now knew what kept you two from talking for a week. Your lips curled into a sly smile, “So, this must have been one big lab Mrs. Smith had to grade.”

His expression switched to a joyful one, reaching forward to wrap his arms around you. You followed him, your arms enveloping him in a bone crushing hug as he muttered in your ear, “You have no idea.”

Imagine you've been abducted

You woke up in a place that was definitely not your bedroom. You tried to move, only to discover that there were restraints on your arms and legs, binding you to the cool metal table you were laying on. Just as you were about to scream a figure appeared above you, it looked almost human, except for the blue hue of the skin. You tried to scream again but found that you couldn’t make a sound.

“Trying to scream for help?” The figure asked, “Don’t bother, no one can hear you up here on my spaceship.”

Your suspicions confirmed on what the figure was, you then tried to ask what was going to happen to you, only growing more frustrated by your inability to speak.

“If your wondering what your purpose here is, wonder no more.” The alien spoke, it’s back turned to you as it poured a powder into a glowing blue liquid and stirred quickly. “You’re here to act as a breeder and nothing more. My race is dying out and we need more young.” The alien turns to you and smirks. You want to scream that you can’t get pregnant! You’re a male!

“You human males are surprisingly close biologically to our females, and we can speed up your pregnancy so that you can be on your way home tonight!” The blue alien tells you cheerfully, before giving you an IV and placing the liquid from before into your drip.

As the liquid drips down your IV, you can feel a discomfort growing in your abdomen, you try to thrash, but the restraints hold you tight and you can do nothing but squirm and try to scream. You watch in horror and awe as your stomach begins to grow, a small bump rising like bread dough as the liquid continues to drip down your IV. Your stomach churns and suddenly your stomach bursts forward in a perfect dome. In a matter of minutes you looks ready to pop like a woman nine months pregnant, and that’s when something begins to move inside you. It feels like oranges are tumbling inside you, and as the minutes pass by agonizingly slow, you just become more full as more and more orange sized orbs fill your insides.

Any hope you had of escaping shatters as you watch your abdomen grow enormously large, you struggle to breathe as the orbs, which now feel more like dozens and dozens of grapefruits press down on your lungs and all of your organs, your stomach ripples and surges forward, making room for even more of the large egg type things rolling around inside of you.

You groan and feel the restraints taken off of you, but you make no attempt to move as you are gently turned over on your side. The last of the liquid drips into your IV and you become to stuffed for the orbs, now each sphere was a just a little bigger than a softball, and your enormous mound of a stomach was stuffed full of them.

You felt something inside you drop, and suddenly one of the orbs began to make its way down to your asshole, forcing your hole to burn as it sputtered and tried to let the orb out. You gasped and tried to moan, but still no sound came out. A few minutes passed and you felt the orb as it breached your hole, where it now sat half in half out. The feeling was too much and with a shock you felt yourself coming, you hadn’t even realized how hard you were.

The large orb rolled free, and suddenly you couldn’t stop. With only a little effort, the perfectly round orbs began to pour out of your aching and gaping hole, only fluttering as dozens and dozens of the eggs made their way out of your enormous mountain of a stomach.

You lay there for over an hour as the eggs roll out of you, and the alien watches you, excitedly rubbing each of the blue orbs as you birth them, cleaning them and bringing them over to an incubator.

Suddenly, two of the eggs roll to your aching and gaping hole at the same time, you know whats going to happen but it’s still a shock to your system as both eggs attempt to leave you at once. Your stomach is no where near as large as it once was, as it now only resembles the belly of a 7 month pregnant woman, but the blockage holds up more and more of the eggs. 3 more roll down, and the pressure against your prostrate becomes unbearable as you begin to orgasm uncontrollably. You come for a solid five minutes before one of the eggs edges its way out of you weeping hole and you nearly explode as 12 of the eggs shoot out of your hole one right after the other. This causes the alien to nearly vibrate in excitement.

Finally, after what feels like days, but in reality was only a couple of hours, only one egg remains. However, it is the largest, easily the size of a cantaloupe. As you struggle to push it out of your trembling ass, you are overcome by pleasure and orgasm upon orgasm as you finally push it past your rim, and you collapse in a puddle of your own come as the alien practically purrs at you and the dozens and dozens of eggs you just birthed.

The alien smirks at you. “I think I’ll keep you around, you look so beautiful when your stuffed full of young.” His face turns thoughtful, “Maybe I’ll make you birth a load of Bandibears, they’re mammals whose young are huge, and always, always, bear multiples. Mind the pun.” He strokes his chin. “Yes, I’ll be keeping you around.

hush

When you dream like Ronan can, you get to be a light sleeper.

It’s so late it’s early on an autumn morning when he hears the soft sweep of his bedroom door opening.  It’s an unmistakeable sound, not like the skittering of something he might have pulled from sleep, which means that he doesn’t reach for the knife he has stashed under his pillow.  Habit makes his heart pick up its pace anyway, frenetic against the cage of his ribs for a long moment.

For a moment he thinks it’s Blue, but Blue isn’t that tall and doesn’t walk like that.  She also smells like sweet pastry and something floral, not like gasoline and cold air, like Adam Parrish does.  

Adam Parrish, who is breaking in Ronan’s room on a school night, puts his arm out for Chainsaw when she makes her low croak and flutters across the room to him through the pitch dark.  She lands on his forearm, scrabbling for balance in a way that must at least leave marks.  Ronan is familiar with the feeling; he’s added a few new scars high on his shoulder.

She mutters something to Adam very quietly, reaching out to run her beak along the hem of his shirt at his shoulder.  There isn’t anything quite so familiar as watching Chainsaw interact with Ronan’s friends, like a black feathery version of himself, except with less knowledge of social boundaries.  Adam puts up with her fussing for a moment before moving his arm so she hops off onto the desk.

“S’up,” Ronan says rather than asks, his voice a sleepy rasp.  Adam doesn’t respond, but he does come close enough to slump with his back against the edge of Ronan’s mattress inside the curve of Ronan’s body where he’s lying on his side. “You can get in.”

“Yes,” Adam agrees, but makes no move to join Ronan on the mattress.

“Hate to be the one to point this out,” Ronan says, after a minute. “But aren’t you meant to be in Massachusetts right now?”

“Observant,” Adam mutters. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“What, yesterday night?” It’s an eleven hour drive, give or take, between Harvard and here. Ronan can say that with great certainty, because he’s made it more than once.

Adam shrugs tightly, shoulders shrinking up to his ears and then dropping sharp and final. “For a while.”

“So you drove to Virginia.” It isn’t a question. 

“Are you enjoying stating the obvious?” He sounds annoyed, now.

“Just clarifying,” Ronan replies, with a turn of amusement. “I know how you feel about assumptions.”

Around them, the Barns are quiet with a hush that the two of them can barely break, supernatural in its totality. This moment, with just them, feels very small amidst that. 

Ronan reaches out and curls a hand around Adam’s nape, feeling the heat of his skin and the delicate shifts of his heart. Quietude that isn’t found in the house of prayer is something new to him, in a way, something he’s still learning. Adam, for all his driven purpose, is a good teacher.

“I’m tired,” Adam says, eventually.

“Get in the bed, then,” Ronan replies, unimpressed.

“No,” Adam corrects. “I’m tired.”

That, Ronan can understand. That bare-boned exhaustion that goes deeper than pain, deeper than the body itself, something that sinks in its teeth and holds hard. He’s lived it, he knows Adam has too, but he wishes, intrinsically and inescapably, that they don’t have to live like that anymore.

Life doesn’t work like that, for people like them.

Ronan murmurs, “Yikes.”  His tone somehow manages to be vaguely sympathetic and derisive at the same time.  It’s a talent.

“Yikes,” Adam echoes. He sounds like he’s smirking. He reaches up and peels Ronan’s hand from his neck, examining it like it’s a foreign thing. As ever, his careful regard is its own creature.

“I’ll offer you a deal,” Ronan suggests. “You get into bed and try for a half hour to sleep, and if that doesn’t work we’ll get up and do something.”

“Do what?”

“Shoot hoops, I don’t know. Fuck sake, Parrish.”

“Like you’ve ever done that in living memory, Raven boy,” Adam says. “Move over.”

“Hard sell,” Ronan says, but does as Adam orders. Adam toes off his sneakers and shoves off his jeans before shoving underneath the covers. The two of them fit together familiar, awkwardly shaped with their sharp elbows and jutting stubborn chins and everything else unused to giving ground but still, somehow, managing to anyway.

Adam empties a breath into the pillow and Ronan’s shoulder, slow. His hand presses over Ronan’s heart. He doesn’t make it five minutes. Ronan, lost in the fragility of Adam’s skull curved in his palm and the easy slump of his limbs, breathes until he follows Adam down.

It’s not the answer, to sleep. It’s just a start.

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Thirty

Summary: You ignore Jensen’s advice and go back to work two weeks after having your daughter
Words: 3.6k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Tom
Warnings: mild angst, injury
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Dallas was fifteen days old when you first went back to work.

You were already behind on filming, having thought that you’d be working up until the end of September, so you got back as soon as you felt that you were ready.

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Random things El uses her powers for

Turning off the alarm clock when she needs five more minutes.

Shuffling through outfits in the morning, trying to find the perfect combination while she’s in front of her mirror.

Vacuuming and dusting at the same time so her chores will be finished faster.

Reaching for the cookies Joyce keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.

Throwing Chester’s ball as far as possible when they go out to play in the yard.

Untying Mike’s shoelaces when he least expects it and chuckling when he notices and shoots her a knowing look.

Helping Joyce bring groceries from the car into the house.

Braiding Holly’s hair (Holly likes when El uses her magic).

Passing the TV remote to Will or Jonathan when she doesn’t feel like getting up from the easy chair.

Helping Lucas with his baseball swing so he can try out for the team in high school.

Splashing Steve when he has everyone over for a pool party.

Carrying home a heavy stack of books from the library (subtly of course).

Breaking Dustin and Max out of detention after their prank goes awry.

Stealing Hopper’s hat when he’s trying to be stern.

100 MORE Reasons to Love Choi Seungcheol
  1. such a fanboy for kdramas and watched Goblin with Mingyu
  2. reenacted one of the goblin scenes with Mingyu and got really embarrassed
  3. when he gave BTS’s Taehyung a gigantic hug during MAMA 2017
  4. His ‘biorhythm’ part
  5. Whenever he says ‘S.coups’ in the Seventeen songs like in Crazy in Love
  6. When he came out of nowhere in boomboom mv to sing that tiny part after Joshua and basically shook the whole fandom
  7. When Seungcheol switched lunches with Wonwoo who’s allergic to seafood, and despite the lunch being spicy which he doesn’t like, he still ate it
  8. when he reassured Hansol about going on SMTM4
  9. wants four kids in the future, three boys and one girl
  10. ‘I’m in charge of 12 kids right now, you think I can’t handle four’
  11. when he’s such a huge dork with filters #filterking
  12. when Seungcheol does the thing where he falls into Jeonghan or Joshua’s arms after he does something highly embarrassing
  13. WHEN SEUNGCHEOL WAS ONE OF THE MC’S FOR DREAM CONCERT AND EVERYONE SITTING DOWN TURNED THEIR HEADS AT HIM BECAUSE HE LOOKED SO GOOD
  14. Excited Seungcheol reuniting with the rest of Seventeen at the Dream Concert
  15. Seungcheol thought it would be funny for the members to choose one person to take the penalty and everyone chose him and his facial expression was just full of regret
  16. those pictures of Seungcheol where he’s in japan, and he’s wearing a pink button up and jeans and it looks like he’s waiting for someone and it’s basically boyfriend looks because we all know he’s waiting for you
  17. Seungcheol eats really cutely, it’s just really cute to see him with his cheeks stuffed with food
  18. When Seungcheol said ‘baby’
  19. When he spent 10 seconds trying to open a door only to realize the door next to it was the door to use
  20. Seungcheol really can’t do amusement park rides
  21. Did you see him on my friend’s hometown, he got dizzy after a carousel
  22. His 17 project teaser
  23. That part in the Mansae mv where the girl turns around and is faced with a smiling Seungcheol
  24. Beagle King
  25. When he was dancing along to Pristin’s WeeWoo
  26. When he did the little hand dances with Ailee at Korean Cable TV
  27. Predebut Seungcheol laughing and pointing at Chan after Chan loses the ball came, and even reenacts how Chan looked
  28. said because he was the youngest at home, he did lots of aegyo to his parents
  29. His basketball skills
  30. he was street casted the day he was escaping playing soccer with his friend (lol same)
  31. Prebut Seungcheol doing as the MC said and being cute but the MC calling it ‘dirty’ and Seungcheol laughing
  32. Predebut Seungcheol forcing Wonwoo to accompany him in having to do whatever the MC tells them to do
  33. Predebut Seungcheol torturing Seungkwan after Seungkwan accidentally kicked him in his privates
  34. He’s ticklish
  35. When he danced to Talk Dirty
  36. When Seungcheol and Seokmin switched parts in Adore U and so Seungcheol was the one being lifted during the ‘you are my angel’ part
  37. 2013, in the month of October, Seungcheol announced he and Jihoon were getting married
  38. When Seungcheol jumped into the ground because he thought the others would catch him
  39. Seungcheol hurting the fandom by singing in Don’t Wanna Cry
  40. He did the Oppaya song at a fanmeet and was really embarrassed at the end of it
  41. the time he put two chips in his mouth to make it look like a duck mouth
  42. When a little boy attended a fansign, Seungcheol couldn’t keep his eyes off of the boy and was just staring at him with heart eyes when he was with Seungkwan
  43. He does this thing sometimes during concerts where when he’s dancing, he’ll puff out his cheeks and make it seem like his dancing is nonchalant when he’s doing body rolls or hip movements like BOY you know what you’re doing
  44. Confirmed that he is, indeed the dad of Seventeen
  45. When choosing between a bad girl or a good girl, Seungcheol chose bad girl because at least she’d be warmer to him than others
  46. Everyone knows the gif of him falling after a stage firework went off in front of him
  47. During concerts Seungcheol always bends down to the fans to be really close to their phone
  48. When he wears turtleneck and basically looks all fluffy and soft
  49. That time he got scared of a bug
  50. When he wore the blue Taekwondo uniform during a fanmeet
  51. Seungcheol going through the fansign line as if he was a fan and continuously saying he was a Woozi stan
  52. Predebut Seungcheol who used his taekwondo skills and took Mingyu down
  53. When Seungcheol took down BTS’s Jungkook
  54. That one gif where Seungcheol’s hair is black and it’s parted, and he’s wearing a black button up with black pants with a black belt, and he’s dancing, and he’s basically rubbing his hand down his chest before he grabs his belt buckle
  55. That time he put on a cop hat and had a fake gun and pointed it at the camera and basically shot all of the fan’s hearts
  56. Seungcheol imitating one of Monsta X’s member’s parts while they all screamed ‘S.coups’ as he approached
  57. For his birthday in 2015, posted a video of the boys basically bowing to him like he was the boss
  58. For his birthday in 2017, posted a pic of the boys basically sitting beside him as his workers and him obviously the boss
  59. Even though he doesn’t prefer chocolate, he still ate the chocolate cake that the boys got him
  60. That time Seungcheol had Jihoon sit on his lap
  61. Said he’d date himself if he was a girl
  62. All of his covers with Jihoon. Good Morning, Guilty, You Look Good, Officially Missing You
  63. His cover of Merry Go Round with Seungkwan
  64. The multiple times Seungcheol played with the cameras on 17tv
  65. When he introduced himself as ‘Cheol’
  66. Credits himself with putting the members in a straight line when walking
  67. Tried to say schedule but kept messing up and saying sketch
  68. When Seungcheol was compared to a camel and then Seungcheol imitated the face of a camel
  69. When Seungcheol put on red lipstick and gave a big kiss to Mingyu
  70. That time he was doing aegyo and he was shooting finger guns while clicking his tongue and then he got annoyed because he wasn’t getting any reactions from the boys
  71. He dabs, like 500 times. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he dabs every five minutes. He’s almost as bad as Mingyu
  72. He forgets the choreography a lot when on stage. Messed up on Very Nice so bad that he had to reenact it
  73. Confused dad that took too long to try and straighten the camera and try to find the right angle while his kids desperately try to instruct him while in the back
  74. The Star Show 360 where they parodied a bunch of scenes from movies and Seungcheol was basically a really hot bad boy
  75. During 17tv speed Q&A, when Seungkwan asked, ‘who are you going to watch the fireworks with’ and Seungcheol looks straight into the camera and says ‘You’ 
  76. When Seungcheol did Burning Karaoke with Seungkwan and Seokmin, and by the end of it, he’s just screaming
  77. When Seungcheol does little pep talks while they are all doing the thing where they create a circle and grab each other’s thumbs
  78. The time Seungcheol played with a little boy in the sand
  79. When he arm wrestled a crew member but he got intimidated by all the crew’s padding so he jokingly asked if they could take it all off
  80. He cut all the bait for the boys so they could fish
  81. His cute little finger hearts that he’s shooting everywhere and every chance he gets
  82. When he wears fake glasses and basically looks boyfriend aesthetics
  83. When he wears sleeveless shirts and has all the Carats falling to their knees
  84. Whenever he licks his lips is basically when every Carat is a Seungcheol stan
  85. Check In aesthetics
  86. Honestly who doesn’t love Choi Seungcheol in suspenders
  87. Those times when he jumps on another member’s back and just has them carry them even though the member is probably suffering
  88. WHEN SEUNGCHEOL DRESSED AS A VAMPIRE AND RUINED EVERYONE
  89. The Seungcheol focus of him performing their cover of Super Junior’s U
  90. WHEN SEUNGCHEOL BIT HIS LIP IN THE COVER OF U
  91. Honestly any Seungcheol focus is bound to catch you
  92. He literally lets the boys tease him so much
  93. He cried during the Shining Diamond concert in Japan when the members brought out a cake for his birthday
  94. When hip hop team covered vocal team’s ‘Don’t Listen in Secret’ and Seungcheol snatched everyone by going all out with his voice
  95. SMA 2017 was Seungcheol’s era
  96. Seungcheol cutely cringing whenever someone does aegyo
  97. Instead of talking about his own rap style, he spent his answer complimenting and admiring Wonwoo’s style
  98. When he sang in the all 13 member version of 20 and once again snatched everyone
  99. Predebut Seungcheol being a backup dancer for After School and was such a cutie
  100. ‘Carats are not in a one sided love, you’re not in a one sided love, we’ll repay you until you feel it’
Signs as Captain America: Civil War Quotes

Aries: Move, Captain. I will not ask a second time.

Taurus: I retire for what, like, five minutes, and it all goes to shit.

Gemini: That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all.

Cancer: I just want to be sure you’ve considered all our options. Because people who shoot at you, usually wind up shooting at me too.

Leo: You know what’s about to happen, do you wanna punch your way out of this?

Virgo: Look, man, I know you know a lot of super people so… thinks for thanking of me.

Libra: It’s your conscience. We don’t talk a lot these days.

Scorpio: Sometimes I just want to punch you in your perfect teeth.

Sagittarius: I said I’d help you find them, not catch them. There’s a difference.

Capricorn: I’m sorry Tony, you know I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice. But he’s my friend.

Aquarius: Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.

Pisces: So was I.

Hannibal fic prompt: Will Graham is way too pretty
  • will graham: i’m a grouchy unsociable loner
  • jack crawford: you have 14 restraining orders against ex-girlfriends, ex-hairdressers, and ex-coworkers who randomly fell in love with you after seeing you once in the Quantico cafeteria
  • will graham: where i eat ALONE at a table by the window ALONE
  • beverly katz: people literally choke on their food around you because they forget how to breathe and chew at the same time
  • will graham: no one likes me or invites me to social events
  • beverly katz: you got invited to mark's retirement party just last week, you ruined three relationships just by walking around the room once, the only thing you told mark was 'sorry to see you go' and the poor old bastard offered to leave his wife of 25 years for you
  • will graham: i sweat like a pig
  • jimmy price: you don't sweat like a pig, you glisten like a sea-sprayed statue of antinous
  • will graham: my unironic lumberjack clothes fit me poorly
  • brian zeller: you made 'lumberjack slob' the leading fashion trend in the Washington metropolitan area.
  • will graham: my students applauded me once for shooting a suspect, it was inappropriate
  • beverly katz: wanna talk inappropriate, your students once gave you a five-minute standing ovation for drinking from a water bottle
  • will graham: alana rejected my awkward and fumbling advances
  • alana bloom: my self-esteem couldn't handle me not being the pretty one in the relationship
  • will graham: supermarket tabloids cast aspersions on my character
  • freddie lounds: how else am i going to justify devoting 8 pages to long-range photos of you playing with your dogs or wandering around your property in your underwear? btw calvin klein's people called, they're ready to offer you six figures to model those cute little boxer briefs you favor
  • will graham: help me jack i am so broken and vulnerable!..
  • jack crawford: sorry buddy, i'm going to have to talk with my back to you from now on, bella told me not to look at you ever again after i called out your name during our anniversary sex
  • will graham: WELL FINE SCREW ALL OF YOU I'LL JUST TALK TO THIS SHRINK I AM BEING FORCED TO SEE BECAUSE MY AIR OF MYSTERY, SELF-SACRIFICE, AND LOVE OF RESCUING ABANDONED ANIMALS ARE ALL SO OFF-PUTTING
  • dr. hannibal lecter: ...
  • dr. hannibal lecter: hello! i know we literally just met, but all i want to do for the rest of my life is cook you delicious meals and fill my mansion with drawings of your face and butt
  • will graham: ...
  • dr. hannibal lecter: sorry, i don't think i'm saying this right. my apologies, english is my fifth language.
  • will graham: ah ok
  • dr. hannibal lecter: what i meant to say was, i want to give you all my infinite money and also babies
  • will graham: fml
Haunting Me (Chap. 8)

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

A/N: I’m sorry for the million year wait, guys! Hopefully the twist at the end makes up for it! I hope you guys like it! - D. 

Warnings: Violence. Kidnapping. Hostage situation. Angsty as heck. Memories of abuse. (If you’re uncomfortable with any of these, keep scrolling.)

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Bucky’s tired blue eyes focused on the small alarm clock on your nightstand, watching as the numbers slowly flickered on and off.

2:00 PM.

Looking back down at the smart phone in his hand, he felt his brows furrowing with worry. You had mentioned to him that your class would end somewhere around one fifteen, yet you were nowhere to be found. He recalled you explaining that sometimes you’d have to stay an extra five minutes to pack up your easel and set up your work to dry, but even now as he sat on your bed, he began to feel so damn uneasy.

She’s fine. He thought to himself as he stood from the bed and began pacing around your small apartment. Standing in your living room, he glanced back down at the phone in his hand, debating on whether to shoot you another text despite having done so already many times. It just wasn’t like you to not respond to him. He had text you earlier a few seconds after you had stepped outside, asking where the cereal was and you had responded almost instantly. But now, all he got was absence.

He tried watching some movies, specifically the ones you had on your bookshelf just for him. The one about the ogre and donkey nearly had him punching a hole through the screen and of course, the one featuring a dinosaur theme park had his anxiety levels through the roof. No matter how hard he tried to distract himself, that dreadful feeling was still there.

With a distressed sigh, Bucky rested his head against the back of the couch in your living room, staring at his reflection through the darkened television screen. He was probably overreacting reacting, he knew that, but still…something just felt off for some reason he couldn’t put his finger on. Maybe, just maybe, you were running late. It happens, hell, even Steve ran late during mission briefings. He looked down at the phone, feeling it buzzing rapidly in his hand. The sound alone nearly made him jump out of his skin, but as soon as his eyes focused on Steve’s name, he immediately pressed answer.

“Hello?”

Buck!” Steve panted, his breaths coming out in short, ragged huffs. From what Bucky instantly recognized the background noise which heavily resembled the usual New York City rush. Typical Steve.

“Damn it, Steve,” Bucky groaned, sitting forward. “Did Tony kick you out of the tower again?”

As funny as it sounded, it was a regular occurrence. There had been plenty of times Steve had pressed all the wrong buttons when it came to Tony, resulting in the latter throwing Steve out of the tower for a couple of days. Bucky smirked as he remembered the way Tony shouted at Steve after he’d lost a very intense game of monopoly. Those two had the hots for each other, Bucky was sure of it. They just needed to get that sexual tension out.  

“Shmidt had a daughter and she- wait what? Oh, come on! That was two weeks ago!”

Immediately, Bucky’s eyes widened as he processed his friend’s words and he slowly stood from his spot on the couch. With slow, heavy steps, he made his way towards the balcony and gazed out into the city, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. “Steve,” he breathed, his voice shaking slightly. “What did you just say?”

“I said the game was mine fair and squa-”

“Steve!” Immediately the blond ceased his rambling, much to Bucky’s relief. This was urgent.

“Fury called an emergency meeting about two hours ago,” He explained. “Turns out Schmidt has a daughter.”

Bucky gripped the railing tightly, his metal fingers dug into the metallic bar as he desperately tried to calm himself down. Shmidt had a daughter. Flesh and blood with the same mentality as his, but no matter how many times the words rang through his mind, it just didn’t make the slightest bit of sense. What happened in Germany took place over seventy years ago. If he were to somehow have a child, she’d have to be over seventy years old by now. He highly doubted an old lady could cause much damage. But then again, they lived in a world where demi-gods and super soldiers existed, so anything was possible.

Slowly, he began to piece things together.

“A daughter,” Bucky spoke, feeling his chest tightening. Steve hummed in agreement. “Jesus Christ, he had a daughter.”

“Buck,” he replied. “Y/N hasn’t been answering her phone either. Has she called you?”


The sound of metal scraping against metal filled your ears, pulling you out of your slumber and forcing you into consciousness once again. Your eyes fluttered open, trying their best to adjust to the darkened room you were being held in. Your brain fought to register where on earth you were, but failed miserably as soon as you realized you weren’t in your apartment, or even in Stark Tower.

You were in some kind of building. 

At least that’s what you thought. The sound of water was everywhere, filling the entire area with the sound and by looking around at what little light you had, you were in a wide space. The only source of light was coming from above, where the many vents provided small openings for the sun. But the smell -Jesus- you’d have to drench yourself in soap when you got home. If you’d even make it home, that is.

You shivered, realizing that somehow, you had lost your jacket and currently had to face the autumn temperatures in just a plain shirt. You closed your eyes once again, mentally scolding yourself for not wearing layers like Bucky had suggested. You opened your eyes once again and peered up above, hoping to be met with at least one good sight today. But much to your dismay, you were met with the sight of your wrists cuffed to a pipe. Well that’s just peachy.

The sound of metal scraping against metal shook you from your thoughts, causing your heart to thump wildly in your chest as you tried to pinpoint it’s origin, but due to the constant echoing, you couldn’t figure it out for the life of you. 

“Well, well, well,” the soft, feminine voice rung through your ears, snapping your attention away from your wrists. “So you’re the famous Y/N Y/L/N?” 

You watched as the redheaded woman stepped out from the shadows, revealing her heavily scarred face, one that you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from no matter how much your brain screamed at you to. Deep gashes covered her forehead and cheeks, and god, her eyes are what you found most unsettling. Two crimson colored eyes stared back at you, full of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. An odd mixture of playfulness and hatred, which you knew all to well may have been aimed at you. 

She placed one foot in front of the other, slowly making her way towards you before crouching down, inches away. You swallowed loudly, feeling your body tremble with anxiety. Who the fuck was this woman? And why was she after you? 

“Who are you?” You blurted, your eyes never leaving her crimson ones. The longer you stared, the more you felt yourself growing anxious. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” She cocked her head to the side, her thin, red lips curling into a mischievous grin. One that brought a wave of nausea down your body. “You don’t see the family resemblance?” 

You frowned, blinking up at her with a look of pure confusion. She looked like a complete psychopath, one that you highly doubted that you’ve seen before. She grinned wider, her large teeth lining together perfectly. 

“Uh oh, they didn’t tell you much about him, did they?” she asked. You blinked over at her dumbly, earning a small, nasally laugh from her. 

“My name is Sin,” She spoke, her eyes burning directly into yours as she stood, glaring down at you. “But you’ve probably heard of my father, Red Skull.”

Immediately, your mind was full of a million thoughts at once. Shmidt had a daughter. A very psychotic daughter that was prone to kidnapping random women off the street. You knew damn well who her father was and what he did, but you had no idea what it had to do with you. From what you understood, the bad blood was between her and Steve, not you. You let out a loud gulp before looking back into her eyes. 

“What do you want from me?” You expected the words to have some kind of tact, but with each word, your voice shook with fear. 

Sin let out a snarky laugh, one that you had no idea could come from a woman and it shook you to your core. 

“What I want is simple,” She replied.You furrowed your brows. Nothing was simple with this woman, you knew that for sure. She was a fucking mess.

 “I want them to suffer the loss of a loved one. I want you dead.


“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Bucky asked as he peered over Natasha’s shoulder as she typed rapidly onto the laptop. Nat rolled her eyes and ignored him, typing faster and keeping her eyes glued to the screen despite the older man’s constant fidgeting. 

“How long is this going to take you?” He asked, leaning in closer, a bit too close for her liking, yet her green eyes never left the screen. Bucky squinted at the small words and numbers, before looking at Nat once again. With a frustrated sigh, she slammed the laptop closed and stood from the couch before making her way into your bedroom. 

Bucky glanced over at Steve and Sam, who were both preoccupied going through the large stack of classified files they may or may not have stolen from SHIELD. It was risky, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Even if those measures ended up getting them all prison time. Bucky didn’t mind a few years behind bars, he just needed you home safe and he was willing to do whatever it took to get you back. 

“Will somebody please explain why we’re still here?” He snapped, running his hands through his hair. “Why aren’t we out there searching for Y/N? She could be in pain, or worse.

Sam let out a loud snort as he looked through the current file in his hand, not bothering to even look up from his work. Steve, however, gave his friend a pitiful look, one that Bucky had seen plenty of times when he voiced his concerns. God, Steve was such a dad sometimes. 

“We’re doing all we can, Buck, it’s gonna take some time.” Steve assured him. “We just need to find some kind of information on this so called Sin.” 

With a defeated sigh, Bucky made his way over to the couch and plopped down on the cushions. This is far from how he imagined this going. 

“You know,” Sam murmured under his breath. “You could get off your lazy ass and help, Tin Man.” 

Bucky’s head snapped in his direction, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “You wanna run that by me again, Birdbrain?” He spat, standing up from the couch. Sam rolled his eyes and continued to stack file upon file onto the table. 

“I said,” He spoke louder, earning a frustrated sigh from Steve, who rubbed his temples with his fingers. “Instead of sitting on your ass and whining like a pre-teen girl, you could make yourself useful and look, too!”

Bucky gritted his teeth before rushing towards Sam, who stood from his seat quickly and crossed his arms over his chest. Before the prior could do any damage, Steve stepped between the two men and placed his hands on their shoulders, shaking them. 

“Now hold on a second-”

“STEVE!” 

Immediately, the entire room fell silent and the three men turned around to face Nat as she quickly made her way towards the table, setting down the laptop with a triumphant smile. 

“There!” She placed her finger onto the screen. Everyone leaned in close, their eyes widening in surprise as they realized you were closer than they thought. In fact, you were no more than twenty minutes away. 

“No fucking way,” Sam whispered. 

“They’re at the Statue of Liberty?” Bucky questioned, looking over at Nat with a perplexed expression. One which she snorted at before shaking her head and muttering “men” under her breath. 

“No,” she informed. “They’re under it.” 


Your heart thumped wildly in your chest as you stared down at the pitch black abyss beneath you. This was it. This was your end. You were sure of it. It was at least a hundred foot drop onto nothing but pure concrete. Instant death. 

“My, my, my,” Sin cackled as she tugged on the rope, momentarily forcing your feet off the shoulder of Lady Liberty. “Is Ms. Y/L/N afraid of heights?” 

You let out a shriek as you were lifted into the air, wrapping your fingers around the rope that was tied tightly around your wrists. You ignored the burning sensation each time it dug into your skin, far too focused on the hundred foot drop to notice. 

Sin watched you struggle, smiling wickedly as you kicked your legs and screamed in horror, before releasing the rope just enough for your feet to touch the ground once again. So far, her mind games were taking a toll onto you. You knew she was crazy, but this? This was batshit crazy, far beyond anything you’d ever seen. 

You had no idea how she even got the rope up here in the first place. It hooked over one of the spikes on Lady Liberty’s crown, before dropping onto her shoulder. And the worst part, she planned to record the entire thing and send it to Bucky. Sweet revenge, as she called it. But to you, it was pure insanity. This woman was beyond fucked up. 

“You know, Y/N,” She began, her eyes taking in your panicked self with a sick fascination. “My mother always said that some girls have a movie star face. Kind of like Audrey Hepburn or Dorothy Dandridge,” 

You felt the tears pooling in your eyes as you stared over at her as she talked, silently begging this to be nothing more than a giant nightmare, for you to magically wake up in the comfort of your bed and the security of Bucky’s arms. 

“And you,” she affirmed, lifting the phone in her hand and aiming the camera directly at you. “You’re one of those girls!” With a tap of her finger, she pressed record, much to your horror. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to witness your end, especially at the hands of one of his enemies. 

With a final, defeated sigh, you closed your eyes. 

You prayed that somehow, Bucky would be able to make it through this. You knew he was strong, far stronger than he knew he was, but if the worst case scenario played out and you didn’t make it through this, he’d be broken. You hoped with everything you had in you, that he would make it through this. 

Before you could think, the sound of wind whooshing past you caused your eyes to shoot open in confusion. 

“Ya know, lady.” A voice said from above you. “Tonight was my Aunt’s birthday dinner! I think you owe an apology to the both of us!” 

You followed the voice, your eyes peering above you. The sound you let out was somewhere between a cry of relief and a snort. Sin let out a snarl before tugging on the rope harshly, causing your feet to lift off the ground once again. 

“C’mon now, lady.” the mysterious man in red sighed as he cocked his head to the side. 

“I’ve got homework, too!”


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Columbine High School’s Mascot - before and after the shooting

Earlier version of the Columbine High School rebel mascot on a t-shirt before April 20th 1999. 

And today. Note the conspicuous absence of a gun in the modern image. Interestingly, Eric Harris chose to go by the nickname “REB” or “Rebel” while attending Columbine. 

NEW YORK, Oct. 26 /PRNewswire/ - It’s been almost five years since Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold killed 12 students, a teacher and themselves in what remains the deadliest school shooting in U.S. history. Today’s kids claim that most of the time no one at Columbine even thinks about “Columbine.” They say they’re just like high-schoolers everywhere. But more than 60 interviews with students and members of the community reveal a school that dwells simultaneously in its past and its present, reports General Editor Susannah Meadows 3 issue of Newsweek.

Last week Klebold and Harris showed up again. On Wednesday police released a 15-minute video sowing the boys taking target practice in the woods six weeks before they opened fire at Columbine. Tom Mauser, who lost his 15-year-old son, Daniel, says, “It’s just too bad that it comes out in bits and painful pieces like this, rather than all at once.” But the video was only the latest reminder. In the wake of last year’s Oscar-winning documentary “Bowling for Columbine,” a new film, “Elephant,” depicts a massacre just like Columbine’s in unrelenting detail. 

“People keep saying, ‘Well, now are you back to normal?’ But there’s never going to be normality here,” says principal Frank DeAngelis. Since the shooting-era students left a year and a half ago, the school’s taken its greatest steps toward recovery. Though tourists still peek in while school’s in session, there’s more giggling in the halls now. “For the three years after the tragedy, it was a very different place. It was too quiet,” says counselor Susan Peters. 

One indication that the school is reaching a new normal is that bullying is back. A student was recently suspended for writing a note to a friend about wanting to get rid of Jeremy Lodwig, the lone boy on the color guard. Why would someone write that? “I’m different,” says the 15-year-old sophomore with bright orange hair glued into little spikes. “I have more girlfriends than I do guys.” Heidi Cortez, who was a sophomore when everyone hiding under the library tables around her was killed, says, “Did we not learn anything?” 

Because many kids - and armchair psychiatrists - think peer abuse may have contributed to Klebold and Harris’s rage, some students are strangely sensitive for teenagers. “You want to be like, ‘Oh, my God, I can’t believe she does her hair that way, she’s such a loser!’ [But] you try and hold yourself back. You never know if you’re going to be the one person to break them,” says freshman Jaimie Hebditch, a “watergirl” for the JV football team. 

Students whose older siblings survived the massacre are the most vigilant. Ty Werges, a sophomore on the soccer team, tells how he came upon some kids slamming shut the locker of a student who’s mentally impaired: “I was like, ‘Why are you doing that? Do you feel cool now?’ They were shocked because out of nowhere someone sticking up for another kid is kind of weird,” says Werges. 

But the bulling stopped. Columbine’s counselors (four out of five of whom spoke to Newsweek) argue that the massacre wasn’t caused by bullying and that kids will always beat up on other kids. For them the return of such behavior is actually something of a relief. “oh, it’s a girl fight. Something normal,” counselor Ken Holden says he hears colleagues say. 

The real legacy of the massacre lies in what’s missing. The Columbine mascot, a 1776 Revolutionary “Rebel” soldier, no longer carries a gun. The bare vinyl floors of the school are striking to anyone who remembers that all the carpet was ripped out after the mess of that day. The library, which was above the cafeteria and where most of the shootings occurred, has been removed and rebuilt in a different part of the school; now students eat their lunch in a sun-filled atrium that fills the space where the library used to be. The names of those who were lost are now inscribed on the memorial in the new library. 

What’s most surprising about Columbine is that, despite the ghosts of the past, all kinds of students - flag-twirlers, cheerleaders, self-described dorks, drummers, soccer players, choral singers - say they love coming to school here. “We take such a pride in our school,” says Danny Beyer, a senior in the choir whose older sister, Lauren, survived 4/20. “Even though we might not be the best, but because this is our school.” 

On a silver platter - Dylan O’Brien

Description: Dylan is early to a hangout with Y/N and overhears some things he maybe shouldn’t have heard. This is smut you guys, if you didn’t notice it by my vague description. 
Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader 
(involves Teen Wolf if you want - I had a part 2 in mind)
Word count: 2063

You can read part 2 here!

A/N: I told myself that if my first post ever got 50 notes, I’d immediately post another thing I had written. So here you go. Let me know what you think!

I grin and nod my head as I pass Tyler, waving shortly at him before disappearing around the corner. I promised Y/n we would hang out tonight, and seeing as how I had to bail on her the last three times due to problems during shooting, I thought I’d make it up to her by appearing almost an hour early. 
I’m nervous, although I’m not completely sure why.

Y/n was always very understanding of our dismissive schedule and even five minutes spent together was enough for her. Any other girl would’ve had my ass by now. But Y/n wasn’t like most. And she wasn’t mine either - something I’m painfully reminded by every time Stiles has to make out with her and she starts laughing as soon as the scene is over and I’m left with a tent in my boxers.
From afar I can already see the door to her trailer is ajar, as well as hear the heartily chatter of Holland and Y/n herself. I lick my lips as my hand lands on the door handle, abruptly stopped by their conversation.

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Here’s this because @cindersart won’t leave me alone with all her aus. Based off This

The club buzzes, a hum started by the band in the corner, backed by the drinks poured at the bar, and fed with idle conversation. The Underworld lives as a place of peace between the vying families, a single hub of calm between the meetings and faceoffs. A peace Jason watches over even when the Di Angelos aren’t paying him. A peace that is eagerly threatened by far too many, too willing to take advantage of the same peace they are eager to destroy.

“Why Mr. Grace,” her words float across the bar, his fingers curling around his glass. “It must be tiring, holding up the bar all day.”

He takes a breath, pulls himself up as much as he can, and turns to face her.

“We’re still trying to clean blood off of our wall out back,” he keeps the words flat.

She smiles at him, an absurd, wicked, cruel thing that makes his throat thick and dry.

“Sorry to hear that. But accidents do happen.” She leans forward, elbow on the top of the bar, chin resting against the back of her hand, fingers slightly curled.

“Not in my nightclub.”

Your nightclub?”

“Piper,” he says her name in a sigh. “The Underworld is neutral ground. The rules are simple, no weapons, no blood, no unsanctioned business. You broke the rules.“

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Delirious

Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, innuendo. 

Originally posted by the-dark-overlord-of-all

Summary: as Sebastian’s assistant you’re in control of almost every aspect of his life. Your relationship with him is friendly, however childish he can be sometimes. And when an accident happens on set, things get even more friendly. 

There will be a part two! 


“You know, this would be a lot easier if I’d have had my morning coffee..”

Sebastian’s voice trails and he looks at you, pushing out his lower lip in a pout. The make-up artist is still working on his hair, not to make it look better, but tousling it around messily. Other crew members are slicking up his left arm with lube to get him into the metal-looking arm that would complete the picture of Bucky Barnes.

You roll your eyes at him, he knows damn well there’s no time for coffee breaks.

“Yeah, I know, Mr Stan; but you wanted to sleep late, so: no coffee

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angsty schmoop

so i saw a prompt on @taylor-tut​‘s blog that i really like and i took a crack at writing it.

im so sorry if it’s bad lmao i didnt proofread it fhaduf

warning: injury, lance whump, insecurity, bad writing, whatever lol

word count: 2.1k

(the working title for this fic is “don’t do drugs kids”)

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