jesus look at the things i do i don't know that person why am i doing this

anonymous asked:

51 and/or 75 for Jamilton, if possible? That would be really nice!!

I’ve done 75 below, and I’ll write 51 separately tomorrow!

75“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Hamilton wondered what the record was for days gone without sleep. A quick Google search told him that it was eleven days. Hamilton had been awake for almost ten. He could feel the long arm of sleep gently tugging at his sweater sleeve, but he shook it off and drank another mouthful of now cold coffee. He needed to finish this plan. Just a few more paragraphs, and then it was done.

Hours passed, and Hamilton came out of his tunnel vision to find that it was dawn and the plan was finished. He sighed as he pressed print. Jefferson would probably find a million holes in the document’s logic, but Hamilton was so tired that he didn’t even care. After giving the plan to Washington, he could sleep for as long as he wanted. He just needed to stay awake for long enough to actually make it into the office.

Hamilton’s vision was blurry as he walked down the busy pavement, and everything sounded as if it was coming from the other end of a long tunnel. He was barely awake enough to keep from knocking into people as he walked. Eventually he made it into the building, saying an exhausted hello to the receptionist, and waited for the elevator while trying desperately not to drift off.


The voice behind him jarred him awake. “Jefferson,” he replied.

“You look like hell. More so than usual,” Jefferson said, sneering.

“Well excuse me if I’m too busy being productive to spend five hours every morning trying to look decent.”

That shut Jefferson up.

The elevator ride was even more uncomfortable. In a way, Hamilton wanted to continue the conversation, if only to prevent him from falling asleep. But his brain wasn’t functioning well enough to produce any good conversation topics. So, they both walked out of the elevator having said nothing.

Hamilton made his way straight to Washington’s office with his plan, typed up with perfect formatting, size 12 font, double spaced, with page numbers and clearly labelled graphs. He knocked on the door.

“Come in. Oh, good morning Alexander.”

“Good morning, sir. Here’s the plan you wanted.”

Washington stared at the one-hundred-and-twenty-page plan Hamilton handed to him. “I only asked you to do this ten days ago. I wasn’t expecting it for another month.”

Hamilton shrugged. “It’s just a first draft. I wanted to do it as soon as possible so that I could make any changes you wanted.”

Washington frowned. “You have been sleeping though, haven’t you?”

Hamilton nodded. “Of course,” he lied.

“Mm-hmm. Well, thanks for that Alexander. I’ll see you in this morning’s meeting.”

“Yes, sir.”

The meeting was uneventful. Well, it was from Hamilton’s point of view, as he was constantly trying to keep his eyes open. His eyelids felt heavier than they ever had. and he was unsure whether even the strongest espresso could help him now. Washington’s voice was getting further and further away, and Hamilton had no idea what he was talking about any more. Maybe he could just sit and listen with his eyes closed…?

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I Learnt That From The Pizza Man

It had started out as an accident, a share button accidentally pressed, a drunk fumble to undo his mistake falling short of its intended target. He froze for several long moments, then quickly pulled the bed covers over his naked body on the off chance that Castiel would perform one of his obligatorily unwarranted appearances at the sight of the text. After a few loaded minutes spent waiting for the shit to hit the fan Dean shrugged, and reassured himself with the thought that in all likelihood the angel didn’t even know how to open the text, let alone the hyperlink.

The next time he saw Cas the perturbed look in the angel’s eyes seemed to belie Dean’s earlier assessment of the situation, a slight shift away from their usual intense focus on Dean’s face, a hint of a question that the angel clearly didn’t know how to voice. Oh, he’d seen the message. Dean’s lip twitched slightly at the discomfort he sensed there, but said nothing of it.

That night, with an uncharacteristically evil chuckle, Dean sent off another link, chugging whiskey and grinning to himself as he imagined the frown as the angel received the message, that composed face blushing as he saw what it contained, if in fact an angel could blush. Dean coughed and quickly moved his train of thought away from the details, far too easily conjured, of those impossibly blue eyes, the turn of his lips as he – Dean quickly clicked on a video and ignored the familiar lump that rose in his throat when he allowed himself to go there, to think too much.

He didn’t know why he continued to do it, keep sending the links to those videos, the inappropriate texts late at night when he’d drunk too much to hold himself back. He staunchly refused to see any deeper reasons for his actions, it was a joke, and nothing else. A joke he would never mention to Sammy, or discuss out loud when he came into contact with the angel. A totally normal hetero joke, and the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach every time he saw Cas squirm when they locked eyes were caused by stress, or hunger, or the sport of messing with the angel. That was all. Just a joke.

“Dean Winchester, this is not funny!”

Dean grinned at the phone and struggled to resist the urge to laugh.

“Something up Cas?”

“You know exactly what is up. The gardener is currently ‘up’ the frustrated housewife.”

Dean half choked on a mouthful of beer and spluttered a laugh.

“Stop sending me pornography Dean!” The panic in the angel’s voice only served to make Dean laugh harder.

“Or what?”

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if I'm late for the drabble game but I have been thinking about this for a while. Can you please do a Taehyung's POV from Zaddy 3, that part when he's coming to see her, and the whole fight? That part when she's scared of him, the whole almost- slapping thing it's one of my fav parts, you're genius. ❤ I hope I'm not late for the party, but don't feel pressured or anything.. 😇

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sunmoonandmyrtle  asked:

Hi JS, I was wondering about the balance between trusting God and making your plans/taking action. I am a bit OCD about planning. My journey at the moment seems to be learning to let go of trying so hard and have faith in God to provide. On the other hand, I don't want to be the kind of person who says God will bless them yet doesn't work hard or look for ways to work smart. I'm not looking for a quick solution, but would be glad to just hear what you think. (I hope you're having a nice day.)

Hey dear friend, I really wrestle with this too: When do I let go and “let God”? If I hustle and pursue, does that mean I’m not trusting Him?

Here are a few things I’ve learned about trusting God:

1) It’s a false dichotomy to pit “working hard” against “trusting God.”

 I have trouble with the Christianese church-ish notion that “working hard” is at odds with “trusting God.” I think this has been a pretty terrible lie we’ve been told about God’s activity. I don’t believe it’s a case of either/or, but both/and. You can work hard and trust God at the same time.

In fact, it’s weird to me that we would “let go and let God.” This might look good on an Instagram quote, but in real life, what does this even mean? 

A Christian is called to excellence. Like DC Talk said, If it’s Christian, it ought to be better. There’s no excuse for mediocre, subpar efforts and then simply hoping that “God’s grace will cover the rest.” We’re called to reflect the aesthetic beauty of a glorious, captivating, breathtaking divinity.

Paul wrote the 1st and 2nd letters of Thessalonians to people who had totally stopped working because they thought, “Well Jesus is coming back anyway.” Paul says, “The one who is unwilling to work shall not eat.”

Not only that, but if you’re not working hard, then in some sense you’re limiting the gifts and abilities that God has apportioned you to do good on the earth with the little time you have left. 

When we say that “God provides,” this doesn’t mean we sit there with hands wide open. It doesn’t mean “thoughts and prayers.” A faithful life requires action, petition, movement, and going. Never be ashamed for trying your best and putting sweat, tears, and muscle into your life’s calling.

2) Trusting God is less about what you’re doing and more about the person you’re becoming.

Now if you lean towards perfectionism, over-exertion, and seeing fatigue as a badge of accomplishment, then of course, this will kill you both inside and out. 

If you’re controlling others and the systems around you to get the results you want, whether by subtle manipulation or aggressive power plays, this is obviously not what God wants for you. 

Your motives matter. Trusting God is about trusting His divine wisdom, His order, and His decree for peaceful harmony in all you do. It’s not that “working hard” is bad, but why we work hard is what we must examine. 

In the earlier passage in 2 Thessalonians, Paul says to people who are scrambling, “[Some of you are] doing no work at all, but acting like busybodies.” In other words, some people look like they’re working hard, but internally, their motives are just to look like productive busybodies. It’s not actually hard work. 

Trusting God, then, is not simply saying, “Okay God, I did my part, you do yours,” but saying, “Work with me and through me on every part of this, that I would do these things for the right reasons and in a way that loves people.”

3) But yes, there’s only so much you can do. Waiting on God is insanely difficult and frustrating, but so we must wait.

Having said all this, there will be times you’re completely lacking control. You did your best, you turned in your paper, you prepared all you can, you delegated that project, you’re waiting for an answer, you don’t know what’s next.

In these moments, I remember what the Psalmist said, Take heart and wait on the Lord. It means that I’m not God. I can’t know all the outcomes. I can’t force anyone to do anything. I can’t make everything happen. I might fail, I might be rejected, I might be fired, I might be abandoned, regardless of how hard I carefully put in the time. You might not be able to provide for yourself or your family for a while, and maybe you’ll need charity. It will hurt, there will be grief and shame, and it will probably hurt for a lifetime.

But here, God does not want to equate a ratio of your work with your worth

The parameters which the world has placed on you for “accomplishment” are chronologically determined by your era, culture, and social norms. Five-hundred years ago, you were a success if you killed a bear and built a house by puberty. Today, it’s sitting at a desk for eight hours a day and saving enough to move to the suburbs. Who determined these things as a standard of working hard? So much of the work we strive for is just a result of indoctrinated ideas that will fade away or morph into some other arbitrary goal-post. We hustle for these weird finish lines that we keep moving around.

Too many of us think that when we fail after trying, that that’s it, and I shouldn’t try again, or I didn’t trust God enough, or I pushed too hard—we make it my fault, or blame God, or blame people. But to “take heart” means I remember that the outcome is not a measure of who I am as a person, as a child made in the image of God. There is no shame in asking for help when we can no longer provide, and really, it only reminds us we’ve always been dependent on Him anyway.

You can do the best you can do, with clean motives, and let your work speak for itself. The world does not speak for it. God sees who you are as you’re working as He works through you. Trust that He’s working. Trust that you’re still His even if you fail for a season. 

— J.S.

anonymous asked:

It's me, Chantilly lace anon! I was not expecting that (and I mean this as in woah Chelsea, you are an exceptional writer!) But I'm dying to know the aftermath. Don't leave anon hanging after serving that slice serve (sorry I make bad tennis analogies).

No one lets me be evil. Jk I don’t let myself be evil. I’m chaotic neutral at best.

Here you go anon, I have a soft spot for people calling me by my name. Sequel to this!


He thinks of himself like furniture when he does this to her, thinks of himself as something owned and familiar, as traversable in the dark as a decade long set up. It always surprises him when she startles and drops her keys on the floor, or her groceries, or that one time she nearly stripped. He comes with the place. He comes wherever she is.

Tonight he keeps the light on and he sprawls out on the couch. He’s not exactly owned, he’s not exactly familiar. She barely jumps when she finds him this time.

“Mulder?” She hurries to shut and lock the door behind her, dropping her purse and keys on the side table before rushing over to him. “Are you okay? Why are you here?” She feels his forehead, combs her fingers through his hair.

He studies her openly as she hunches over him. Not a hair out of place, no bruises or bite marks, and her mouth is as lipsticked dried-berry matte as it was when she left him in the office. Her clothes aren’t rumpled. Not even close. Nothing – nothing happened then. It’s eleven at night. If it had happened, if it had been him… she cocks her head when she’s concentrating, and there’s this spot on her jaw. His teeth, there. And on her neck. Pick a place any place. Her throat her ears his tongue his lips. He would pay for the dry cleaning. He would have kept the bra. At the very least she wouldn’t look like this. Like nothing happened. Nothing happened.


“Why are you here, Mulder?” She repeats, but this time she sounds tired. There’s a case, Scully. There’s a wart on my ass, I need you to look. There was an accident on the beltway and I had to make sure it wasn’t you. You’re dead wrong on biorhythms. Just here to say hi. What’s up. How are you.

“Scully, were you out with someone?” The words are thick like a foreign language – because they are. This is not their doublespeak, their runaround, their foot soldier-careful navigation of landmines and tripwire. But it doesn’t feel wrong. Not like he was so sure it would.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” she replies, more curious than defensive. She eyes him warily and joins him on the couch, sitting at the farthest end.

“I almost kissed you,” he blurts out. “Over the summer. We never talked about what that meant.”

Her mouth works around nothing. She hugs herself. “The hallway,” she says mildly. “You’re bringing up the hallway. You’re bringing it up now.”

“It had to come up,” he grits, almost through his teeth. If he shakes her now, by the sword-sharp set of her shoulders, he’d leave her wrinkled. Her shirt would bunch up under his fingers and crease around her elbows, and maybe the collar would flip up. “You know that, Scully.” She shakes her head and it feels annoyingly like they’re in the office, like they’re arguing a case. “You’re saying we could pretend it never happened. That you could pretend it never happened.”

“No, I’m saying it wouldn’t have come up. Mulder, you never would have brought it up.”

“I just did.”

“And why did you?” He stays quiet. To him it doesn’t matter why or how or even when, it just matters that it was brought up. Now they can talk about this. Now they can fix this. “You brought it up to prove a point. You brought it up to be right about something, but God knows what you’ve decided to martyr yourself for this time.”

“I’m bringing it up because we have to talk about it. We almost kissed, Scully.” His voice lowers, something hot stings the back of his throat. “And it wouldn’t have ended there. Not with all we were saying and feeling. We ignored it because you were taken and things aren’t great right now but shit, look what it’s doing to us. You don’t even trust my intentions. You ask why I’m bringing up the hallway. That should be obvious to you.”

“I considered myself warned.” He frowns at her. “I didn’t want to make anything too personal.” He shakes his head and clenches his jaw.

“Don’t do that, Scully. Don’t take an entirely different set of circumstances and use my words with an entirely different context to dig yourself out of this.”

She cocks her chin and her eyebrow at the same time, stares at him through flesh and bone and kills the cells of him with just that look. “And just what am I digging myself out of?” She asks, hushed and unwavering. “Are you saying I did something to you?” And he feels it that yes, she did. Yes, you did do something to me. Now apologize so we can make up. Now apologize so we can make up. Now apologize so we can make up. “That I can’t even try to be happy without you making it all about yourself?”

Systems failure. He shuts down, her eyes a blue screen of death, their shallow breathing the beep, beep, beep of something wrong and coded. “He makes you happy,” he says blankly.

“I didn’t – ” air whistles through her nose as her face falls, but he’s not looking at her. “I didn’t say that.”

“That’s good.” He means it in a way.


“I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“Will you–”

“Don’t tell him that exploding cadaver story. It’s a great story. I love it. But it’s gross, Scully. You’re weird sometimes.”

“Jesus, will you just–”

“That’s a good thing. It’s a great thing. But maybe hold that one in until the sixth month anniversary or–”

Shut up!” Scully shouts, and he snaps his mouth shut and falls back against the couch. They sit in awkward silence, with Scully holding her head in her hands.

“I should go,” he says finally. There are a million meanings in it, none he’ll ever really follow through with. He should go, though. He really should.

“Don’t,” Scully demands roughly. Okay. Alright. He can put the hurt away and revisit it later. They say it’s better fermented. Fine wine. They say you can really tell the difference.

“What do you want me to say, Scully?” He whispers. She shakes her head and looks away and he knows there are tears in her eyes and he’s sorry he ever said anything. “Tell me what you want me to say.”

Her breath hitches. Her shirt is all bunched up in the middle. Her hand falls off of her lap and she inches it toward him, an offering, a sacrifice, something. He tentatively takes it in his own.

anonymous asked:

13 - ROTC/new-to-the-Air-Force Rhodey and/or CW/post-CW Rhodey

Flying like a cannonball, falling to the earth/Heavy as a feather when you hit the dirt


The first thing Jim remembers is flying.

If he was honest, that would be a lie. His first memory is something mundane like his mother singing to him or watching TV with his father. But what he remembers most, brightest, strongest is this: standing on the ledge of his family’s second-story apartment balcony, gazing down at the little section of the tiny backyard Mrs. Turner has used for her garden (bushes grown up high, hopefully high enough) taking a breath, closing his eyes and leaping.

He remembers flying. 

That glorious moment of weightlessness fighting gravity, when he was moving faster than light, faster than sound, the fastest thing on this planet. He was invincible.

He doesn’t remember hitting the ground, but he remembers rolling off his broken arm to stare up at the blue blue sky and thinking someday it would be his. Someday he’d never have to land.

(”He fell,” his little sister Jeanette insists with a pout when his mother comes home and panics at not finding Jim where he should be. He can hear them through the window. “He fell, Mama.”

His mama looks over the balcony and screeches, going back inside. Jeanette stares at Jim through the bars of the railing. “I didn’t fall,” he tries to say, but he’s six and the pain is finally catching up to him. He can’t feel his arm. He cries when his mother picks him up.)

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Feeling Slightly Overboard: A Gwenvid Fic

Hey! I’m back from the dead! While I’ve been busy at work with papers and other really cool writing projects, I realized I missed Gwenvid week and decided to write something to make up for it. So, inspired by @zippybot‘s wonderful Gwenvid art for Day 5 & 6, here’s a very short fluffy fic!

(Oh yeah and I don’t own Camp Camp)

-xoxo Diana 


It had always been a really bad idea at its core.

After all, despite having free reign over the camp with Campbell off and gone to god-knows where, it was still…inappropriate to be in a public relationship with one another. Technically they were employees of the local government, and inter-department relationships were absolutely out of the question.

But the kids had passed out early and it was way too hot to stay in the cabin and watch a movie. So David and Gwen stole camp supplies and a canoe and literally pitched themselves a date in one of the isolated coves of Lake Lilac.

Camping and late-night canoeing was David’s idea from the get-go,  though he certainly didn’t expect to be taking her out in the middle of camp season. She was determined to make it work, though, and all but physically dragged him out the door in order to enjoy some peace and quiet together outside the confines of screened windows.

And he wanted to.

Lord, he wanted to.

But even two hours in without a single mishap, his stomach was tripled knotted with anxiety, and he wanted nothing less than to be back at the cabin fast asleep on his own cott, even when Gwen was relaxed and happy in the opposite end of the boat.

It had already been a few weeks since they had made the relationship official, and he was still as nervous as he was the first night they had kissed. He tried to chalk it up to the threat of being fired, but deep down, even David knew that there was really no reason to worry about getting discovered.

Mostly because it still felt like they weren’t even a couple.

The initial decision was quickly decided, and despite a consistent pattern subtle flirting and stolen kisses and late-night conversation, there was little to show for them as a couple. For the first time, David had begun to look forward to the end of camp, since it meant he and Gwen could spend time together as a couple. And yet, in the hollow of his chest, the fear of losing her before summer’s end continued to strike him with a sharp, brutal blow. It was frustrating, and despite all his attempts to-


He snapped his head up, hair flouncing in the breeze as he focused his gaze back at the woman sitting across from him. She was frowning, slightly biting her bottom lip as she reached out to grab his hand.

“Hey,” she smiled, “you okay? You look super stressed.”

“Nope!” he laughed through a strained smile, “I just…I haven’t been on a proper date in a while, you know?”

“Don’t worry; it’s going great so far.”

“Thanks,” he blushed, giving her hand a squeeze before grasping the paddle in hand to guide them back to shore.

Their temporary campsite was tucked out of the way, hidden from nearly every angle and shaded by small limestone formations and tall pines. It lacked proper starlight and the shoreline was a slightly unforgiving bed of pebbles, but it was a good sanctuary from the outside world.

“So,” Gwen yawned, letting her hand dip into the clear water as the boat floated on the edge of the cove, “how exactly did you find this place?”

“I can’t remember, honestly,” he sighed, leaning back to look up at the rim of the moon, “I think it was during district training; I was taking a summer class at the community college while also doing my training, and I just needed a quiet place to study. As far as I can tell, nobody ever comes over here since it’s kind of rocky and the tide can flood camp if you don’t know where to pitch it.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.” David sat back up, watching Gwen lazily draw patterns on the cold surface of the lake. For a moment, everything was calm.

Then a tree branch snapped.

Anxiety blew him backwards like a bullet to the face, causing the canoe to dip and toss both Gwen and David into the freezing water.

“Jesus!” Gwen gasped, her entire body turning a stark shade of white as she scrambled to her feet in the freezing water, “what the hell David?”

“I’m sorry!” He choked, “I thought…there was something.”

“Did you see someone?”

“N-no,” he avoided her gaze, pushing the boat onto the shore as quickly as possible, “I just…it scared me. I’m sorry.”


“Just, go dry off.” He mumbled, skin burning with humiliation. “There’s some blankets in the tent if you want.”

He braced himself for what she has to say, but she was silent, quietly moving past him and ducking into the tent. David sighed, peeling off his own shirt and trousers and laying them by the fire before sitting by the flames himself. He was the very definition of humiliation: drenched in cold water, red-faced, and wearing nothing but his boxers and make-shift bandanna.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and losing himself to sound of nature until the sharp scratching of a zipper drew his attention.

“You okay?”

David looked over his right shoulder, surprised to find Gwen beside him with a gentle smile on her face. Her hair was down, a blanket draped across her waist to avoid the complete exposure of her undergarments. David turned back towards the fire, dropping his gaze to the ashes that burst before him.

“…I’m sorry, Gwen,” he sighed, “this was supposed to be a fun date.”


“But I ruined it.”

He let the words fall into the open, his own heart heavy with self-loathing and doubt. His chance with her had been slim, and he had completely ruined it. He could hear her awkward breathing and apologies in the back of his imagination, and felt tears boiling under his eyes.


He shook, breathing sharply as he prepared for the impact of her words.

“No you didn’t.” He blinked, turning to find her gazing up at him, leaning against his shoulder and taking his hand in her own. “I’m having fun.”

David stared at her, turning a vivid shade of pink as her fingers began to trace along his wrist.

“You’re not…mad at me?”

“Come on, David,” she snorted, rolling her eyes and tucking herself under his chin, “I know we haven’t exactly been the most romantic couple with all these little shits running around, but it’s gonna take a lot more than falling out of a boat to get me to actually break up with you.”

“Oh.” He bit his lip, trying to prevent the stupid smile sprouting on his face. “So…you still, like, want to do this with me?”

“Of course you idiot,” Gwen laughed, “it’s been killing me that those little shits won’t shut the fuck up till one am! Why do you think I’ve been so adamant about you sending those fuckers on an eight hour hike to God-knows where?”

David chuckled under his breath, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. “Thanks, Gwen.”

“No problem, David!” She snorted, locking eyes with him. David dug a little tighter into her ribs, eyes unflinching from her own. He was feeling jumpy and anxious again, but this time it made him feel…good. With a deep breath, he gently pushed her hand a bit farther behind her, hovering over her with a slight hesitation.

“Hey, Gwen?” He blushed. “Can I…kiss you?”

To his surprise, she laughs, leaning in until she nearly brushes her lips on his own.

“Hell yeah!”

Their lips are locked within seconds, his arms winding themselves around her waist as her own hands knotted behind his head. It was a lot…rougher, than what he was used to, but it was by no means bad. He quite liked the feeling of her tongue pressed against his own, weight shifting ever so slightly and heat rising with the friction between their skin.

“G-god,” Gwen moaned, rocking back on his lap ever so slightly to catch her breath, “that’s…that felt good.”

David bit down on his entire bottom lip, trying to ignore the sudden rush of warmth to his hips. But the bulge began to grow, and, to his complete humiliation, she began to snicker.

“You good, David?”

“J-j-just fine,” he gulped, “sorry, I-”

“It’s not a bad thing. That is, unless you don’t…” she looked up, leaning back to support herself on her own arms, “do you…want to?”

“Want to what?”

“You know; do it? With me? You know…right now?”

“Oh.” David froze, slightly flustered and unsure. “I mean, I want to, but I’m not…I haven’t…”

“Oh, well, we don’t have to-”

“No, I want to!” David grasped her waist, pulling her back into his arms. “I just…I might not be good at it.”

“David, nobody’s good at it. We just…we do it.”

“Okay.” He nodded, kissing her deeper and deeper until she was sprawled out below him. He smiled at her, sheepish and still slightly nervous.

“Is this okay, Gwen?”

Gwen looked up, trying to keep her eyes focused on his own instead of the discrete trail of freckles that crawled down his body. Sweating slightly, she grinned. 



(PS: In case you were wondering my other CC fics, reader; yes, I’m still working on Bastard Valley. I have a personal project I need to complete in the next week, but then I will get to work and probably upload chapters 4 and 5 relatively soon)


Downton Rewatch (Season 1): part ii

- oh my gOD Bates get a hold of yourself. so william comes barreling through the door and spills Thomas’ tea all over him and thomas gets mad. and says something snotty. wow. call the constable, what an effing crime. like. now thomas has tea all over his clothes so he’s either got to go and change (which i’m sure he has just masses of other clothes no problem right) or wait for it to dry, during which time if Mr. Carson catches him he’s going to get a verbal thrashing. DO EITHER OF THOSE OPTIONS SOUND APPEALING. like I am the first to admit that thomas is the most…JUST THE MOST. but don’t treat him like he just ripped the head off of a baby lamb for having a reaction jesus BACK OFF BATES

- oh good lord when Daisy says, “i’d do anything for you” and Thomas glows - ACTUALLY GLOWS - with something like pride and wonder and genuine surprise. i mean in the next second his face shifts and he does this villainous little smirk sure yeah because that’s a weapon, that’s something to defend yourself with if you need it, something to use against other people duh. (honestly i don’t know how anyone who isn’t a slytherin makes sense of the world but okay) but in that moment before, there was bare vulnerability and it was fucking beautiful. shit. i’m gonna make a shitty gif of it because you guys have got to see this shit.

THOMAS. (90% of my live action commentary watching this show is just me yelling out in a pained and strangled voice THUHMASSS).

-this is a real live actual conversation that happens.

OB: [plotting against Bates} What we need to do is to make him a suspect when something’s really been stolen.

Thomas: How do we know anything’s been stolen?

OB: Because you stole it, you noodle.

You are both noodles, and this is a terrible idea.

- side note: how fucking spot on is it that when there are scenes happening in Carson’s office or the servants hall you can hear Mrs. Patmore and Daisy bickering in the background. I mean. I take this show to task for a lot but wow that is some tight storytelling.

- man do i miss the good ole days of Thomas and OB plotting and smoking in the courtyard. iconic.

- there is not much i find more delightful than Thomas saying “sod ‘em.” why can’t he have been given more dirty lines please…why is RJC’s ridiculous accent so fucking soothing. SEE HOW SOOTHED I AM. i am currently just a skin bag of loose bones and honey.

- Daisy and Mrs. Patmore are fuking underappreciated. Daisy misunderstanding Mrs. Patmore and thinking she’s supposed to poison the food while Mrs. P is away for eye surgery is one of the best and most subtle moments of comedic genius in television history.

- why is watching Thomas putting food in his mouth…so erotic. i did not ask for this. i was perfectly happy not knowing this about myself.

- okay so look. i am the first (okay maybe not the first) to admit that Thomas says and does some mean shit. he’s not perfect! some days…he is so overwhelmingly far from perfect that hypothetically you have to go have a good long talk with yourself in the bathroom mirror about why the eff it’s one o clock in the morning and you are lulling yourself to sleep with VIVID fantasies of putting a grown man in the bathtub, washing the pomade out of his hair, and seeing what kinds of noises he makes when you skritch the back of his head. hypothetically. i can only imagine that’s what it would be like because none of this is personal experience. but also let’s not pretend that i won’t defend Thomas to the everloving end. yes, it is not his finest moment to make light of a woman losing her pregnancy or a young person losing their mother, BUT for fuck’s sake why does no one seem to have a problem with people putting their hands on Thomas in violence, holy shit.

- aghhhhh the fact that Thomas holds himself so still, head so high and proud when he’s got bruises on his face. It is the Don’t Fucking Touch Me Stillness, cousin to his Blank Look of Shame, and you all know how i feel about that.

- hahahahahhah ohhhhhhh well fuck me i guess branson/sybil/gwen was the ot3 i didn’t even know i wanted. 


Beautiful Creatures Sentence Meme
  • "I've been having the same dream for months now."
  • "I want him/her, no matter what happens."
  • "At first I thought I was losing my mind. Then I realized it would be no great loss."
  • "Insanity's inevitable."
  • "It was like love before first sight."
  • "Only two types of people here, the ones too stupid to leave and the ones too stuck to move."
  • "Anything is better than a life standing still."
  • "To be unstuck in time in a constant state of stage fright."
  • "If I dress like I care, I lose credibility."
  • "I envy people in comas."
  • "How does loving Jesus make that man/woman so crazy?"
  • "Why would anyone wanna move here?"
  • "How 'bout you and I go see a movie or something? Oh, that'd be just heaven!"
  • "I wish you would stop reading those types of books, they're bad for your mind."
  • "_____ looks like death eating a cracker."
  • "Are you nuts? You almost killed me!"
  • "You know I never understood why Leo had to die in the end! Why couldn't they take turns?"
  • "If I get in the car, will there be more of this interesting conversation? Because I'd rather drown."
  • "I can't believe you told me the ending to Titanic!"
  • "Well, that was a dead-end conversation on a road going nowhere."
  • "I don't feel like being a haunted house attraction today."
  • "Some people never go crazy, what truly horrible lives they must live."
  • "I think we need time apart."
  • "I pray every night you won't go straight to Hell."
  • "I won't go straight to Hell, I wanna stop off in New York first."
  • "This is one of those banned books."
  • "You can't pray in class."
  • "Never been on the outside looking in, have you?"
  • "I memorized this whole thing to impress you. Damn!"
  • "I never know whether you're insulting me or not."
  • "Again, wrong century."
  • "_____ loves Google."
  • "I hope this doesn't sound weird but I think I've been dreaming about you every night for months."
  • "That did not sound as creepy as it did in my head."
  • "So, like what, you're from Europe?"
  • "We prefer the term "Caster.""
  • "That is such a mortal thing to say."
  • "I hate hiding all the time."
  • "You're a miracle. Why would you ever want to be normal?"
  • "You wanna go out with me?"
  • "Wait, am I going out the window?"
  • "Promise me it'll be a really normal, awkward teenager date."
  • "I won't even call you after!"
  • "Let's get out of here."
  • "Most people spend their entire lives waiting for a moment that's going to change everything and it never comes."
  • "What could happen besides getting your first hangover?"
  • "They can choose, why can't you?"
  • "I don't know who I really am inside."
  • "I distinctly remember not inviting you."
  • "Boyfriend/girlfriend, huh?"
  • "Loving this boy/girl puts you in terrible danger!"
  • "You're not losing me!"
  • "No matter what you do, no matter they do to me, I'm still here! Now what does that tell you!"
  • "And I yelled at you because I care about you!"
  • "I don't want to be any further away from you than I am right now."
  • "I'm scared I'm gonna hurt you."
  • "Go ahead, kill me."
  • "The person I love has to die!"
  • "I just want to be with you."
  • "That's okay, I don't think you're cool now."
  • "How am I gonna survive a lifetime with you surprising me?"
  • "They took you from me."
  • "You can never be together."
  • "Define 'good.'"
The Last Five Years - Sentence Starters
  • [name] is over and [name] is gone.
  • I'm still hurting.
  • What about things that you swore to be true?
  • Go and hide and run away!
  • Run away, run and find something better.
  • Maybe there's somewhere a lesson to learn.
  • I've been waiting for someone like you.
  • I've been standing for days with the phone in my hand like an idiot, scared to death.
  • My people have suffered for thousands of years and I don't give a shit!
  • I guess I can't believe you really came.
  • See, I'm smiling--That means I'm happy that you're here.
  • I think we're gonna be okay.
  • With all we've had to go through, we'll end up twice as strong.
  • I didn't know you had to go so soon.
  • We'll have tonight.
  • You know what makes me crazy?
  • I'm sorry, can I say this?
  • You could be here with me or be there with them - as usual, guess which you pick.
  • You can't spend a single day that's not about you and you and nothing but you!
  • I swear to God I'll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see I'm crying, and not do anything at all.
  • Things are moving too fast.
  • I won't do anything just half-assed.
  • I met my personal Aphrodite.
  • I'm feeling panicked and rushed and hurried.
  • I'm so happy I can't get worried.
  • Next day it's just like it never happened.
  • And then he smiles - his eyes light up and how can I complain?
  • Yes, he's insane, but look what he can do.
  • I tend to follow in his stride instead of side by side.
  • I said I'd stick it out and follow through.
  • I'm a part of that...aren't I?
  • Maybe your heart's completely swayed, but your head can't follow through.
  • Don't you think that now's a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?
  • You get to be happy!
  • Take a breath, take a step, take a chance - take your time.
  • Have I mentioned today how lucky I am to be in love with you?
  • I'm sharing a room with a "former" stripper and her snake: Wayne.
  • I could shove an ice pick in my eye, I could eat some fish from last July, but it wouldn't be as awful as [fill in what you wish].
  • He wants me, he wants me, but he ain't gonna get me.
  • Son of a bitch, I guess I'm doing something right!
  • 'Cause the torture is just exquisite while I'm waiting for you to visit.
  • We should go meet the dinosaurs.
  • Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?
  • There are so many lives I want to share with you.
  • But if you can just wait I will make it eventually.
  • Not like I'm proud of the fact.
  • I want to be your wife, I want to bear your child, I want to die knowing I had a long, full life in your arms.
  • Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?
  • There are so many dreams I need to see with you.
  • There are so many years I need to be with you.
  • Everyone tells you that the minute you get married every other woman in the world suddenly finds you attractive.
  • And all of a sudden, this pair of breasts walks by and smiles at you and you're like - "That's not fair!"
  • In a perfect world a miracle would happen.
  • I shouldn't care what she thinks since I can't fuck her anyway!
  • Don't despair, I'll be there.
  • I am a good person!
  • Stop looking at that, look at me.
  • Jesus Christ, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck.
  • I will not be the girl who requires a man to get by.
  • Can we please for a minute stop blaming and say what you feel?
  • Did you think this would all be much easier than it's turned out to be?
  • If I didn't believe in you, we'd never have gotten this far.
  • Don't we get to be happy at some point down the line?
  • If I'm cheering on your side, why can't you support mine?
  • No one can give you courage.
  • I will not lose because you can't win.
  • He wouldn't leave me alone 'less I went with him to dinner.
  • I guess he was good in bed.
  • He blew me off with a heartfelt letter.
  • I can do better than that.
  • You don't have to change a thing, just stay with me.
  • I want you and you and nothing but you.
  • I don't want to throw up your walls and defenses.
  • It feels like my life led right to your side and will keep me there from now on.
  • Think of what's past, because we can do better.
  • Hey, kid - good morning. You look like an angel.
  • I don't remember when we fell asleep.
  • Nobody needs to know.
  • Come back to bed, kid.
  • Hold on, don't cry yet.
  • I won't let you go.
  • Maybe I could be in love with someone like you.
  • Goodbye until tomorrow.
  • I have been waiting for you.
  • I'm not the only one who's hurting here.
  • I don't know what the hell is left to do.
  • I could never rescue you.
  • All I could do was love you hard and let you go.
  • So we could fight, or we could wait, or I could go...
  • I didn't see a way we both could win.
  • Goodbye.

anonymous asked:

So I've been having a really bad week and a friend shared a story about me from something that happened literally a year ago. I did something that wasn't a big deal to me but meant a great deal to her. So what if tony is having one of those bad days. And Peter starts it by saying something like, "you know mr. Stark...i don't know if I ever told you but remember when you did [this thing]? I'll never forget that and it was one of the best moments of my life." Then the rest of team tony share too?

Because we all need a little more Fluff in our lives. 

Tony’s having a bad week. It feels like everything he’s been fighting for is worth nothing. They stand up to Thanos, they win, and the next threat comes, bigger and badder than before. No matter what he does, people keep dying, he keeps failing. 

“Hey, Tony.” Pepper says, nudging his side. He looks up, surprised to find the others seated around them. “I don’t know if you remember this, you probably don’t but when I came in here to correct your math, that wasn’t the first time we met.” Pepper says. Tony blinks at her.

“It wasn’t?” He asks, and she shakes her head smiling. 

“Nope, the first time we met was the day I came in to interview for Stark Industries. I was having a bit of an anxiety attack outside of the HR reception area.” She explains, and Tony searches his memories for any situation like this. 

“I don’t remember that.” He admits. She smiles. 

“Well, it was probably nothing to you. You saw me though, and you stopped, put your phone away, and told me it would be alright.” She said, looking down at her shoes. “I’ve never forgotten it. You, the owner of the company, a man with more money than I could dream of, sat down to talk to me, and make sure I was okay. You didn’t care that I wasn’t even an emplyee yet. You just wanted to make sure I was okay.” Pepper says. 

“I’m sure it wasn’t that big of a deal.” Tony mumbles, feeling uncomfortable. Pepper shakes her head.

“It was a huge deal Tony. It was the reason I agreed when you asked me to be your personal assistant. It was the reason I had the confidence to storm into your office in the first place.” She says. “That kindness, that’s why you’re my best friend.” Tony blinks back tears.

“You deserve every bit of kindness the world can show you.” Tony mumbles, and she laughs wetly. 

“So do you Tony.” She squeezes his shoulder, and Rhodey raises his hand. 

“My turn, my turn.” He jokes, and everyone turns to look at him, and Tony tries to pretend they didn’t all see him crying.

“Don’t embarrass me Honeybear.” Tony teases, and Rhodey laughs. 

“I think I’m more likely to embarrass myself.” He admits, smiling at Tony. “You remember, back before Afghanistan,” Rhodey starts.

“I mean vaguely.” Tony jokes, remembering how frequently drunk he was. 

“Well, one time you were drunk off your ass. We were at a gala, and I was tired as all hell. I just wanted to go home dude.” Rhodey starts, and Tony winces. “So, I told you. ‘Hey, man I’m tired. Can we go?’ Tony you had us out the door and in a cab in three seconds.” Tony blinks at him surprised. “The best part though, you told the cabbie, ‘This is my best friend. He’s in the air force, best guy I’ll ever know man.’ Drunk off your ass and singing me praises dude.” Rhodey smiles at him. “I felt so loved.” 

“Bro.” Tony mumbles, a little chokes up. “I love you, always Rhodey.” Rhodey smiles at him, and climbs onto the couch next to him to offer a hug. 

“I know you do man.” Rhodey assures, and Peter’s hand shoots up in the air. Rhodey points to him. “Your turn Spider dude.” 

“Okay, so I haven’t known Dr. Stark- Tony fine stop glaring- Tony as long as you two have, obviously. But Dr. S-Tony you are one of the most kind and patient teachers I have ever had. You’re so happy to foster my creativity, and my ability to do science.” Peter beams at him. “Just yesterday you took time out of your busy as all fu-hell schedule, in order to help me with my physics homework. You, an important hero, and man, spending your time helping me.” Peter shrugs his shoulders. “You’ve always been my Hero.” He admits. 

“Peter stop.” Tony mumbles, rubbing at his eyes. “Jesus fuck kid, I’ll help you with your homework a thousand times over, it’s not a big deal.” Peter, vaults over the coffee table to hug him. 

“It is to me.” Peter whispers. Tony hugs him tight. Vision coughs awkwardly. 

“Mr. Stark, Tony, I have not been around for long.” Vision says. And Peter slides back into his seat. “I have however been hurt in the short time I’ve been alive, and despite you being hurt worse, by the others actions, you took time to talk to me, and make sure I was doing okay.” Vision explains. 

“Of course.” Tony says. 

“No, it’s an obvious thing to do for you.” Vision stresses. “But it’s not something everyone would have done. You had your own issues going on, you’d been hurt, but you spent time to make sure I was doing okay.” 

“Vision, you’re like the Athena to my Zeus.” Tony mumbles, and everyone raises an eyebrow at him. “What? He’s not my baby, he sprouted fully formed out of my brain.” The others shrug in acknowledgement. “I care about him though, he is my kid.” 

“Yeah, I am. You’re a great dad.” Vision says. Tony nearly falls over the back of the couch. 

“Not the D-word dude! You’re gonna make me feel old!” Tony gasps. Rhodey drags him back into his seat. 

“Look, we are not calling you old, but you are.” Rhodey informs him, and Tony clutches his heart. “What we are trying to call you, is our hero.” 


“Peter you’re ruining the moment.” 

When aqours kinkshame each other
  • You: Im just going to say this here, y'all are nasty
  • Kanan: i don't even have any kinks!
  • You: kinkshame the kinkless
  • You: I'm kinshaming you because you can't be kinkshamed
  • Riko: I can't even
  • Chika: What if You's kink is kinkshaming
  • Mari: My kink is being kinkshamed
  • //You has left the chat
  • Chika: Oh thank god
  • //You has joined the chat
  • You: Tf did you say about me binch
  • Mari: Hey, is it just me or is Dia is awfully silent
  • Kanan: Now that you've mentioned it, where is she
  • Chika: What if Dia is the kinkiest of us all
  • Dia: I , Dia Kurosawa, do not engage in such activities
  • Mari: That's not what you said last night
  • You: SHUT DOWN
  • Kanan: Really Dia, how did you think that was going to go down
  • Riko: Oh thank god, a relatable person here
  • Chika: What about me
  • You: It's decided, I'm kinkshaming all of you
  • Yoshiko: Translation
  • Ruby: But I don't have any kinks
  • Chika: How does she do that
  • Yoshiko: That is a lie, I have seen some of those books under your bed when I come over
  • Mari: ‎( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • You: I can't believe Yoshiko is not a virgin
  • Kanan: Haha pay up
  • Yoshiko: I was only there for homework
  • Yoshiko: Also how dare you take bets on me
  • Mari: "Homework"
  • Kanan: Is that what you young ones now call "sexual intercourse"
  • Kanan: Since its at home, and could be considered work
  • Yoshiko: Shut your fuck
  • Kanan: Respect your elders!
  • You: Yeah yoshiko wtf
  • Riko: Yeah yoshiko wtf
  • Chika: Yeah yoshiko wtf
  • Ruby: Yeah yoshiko wtf
  • Maru: eAh hSiko wtf
  • Yoshiko: IT'S YOHANE
  • You: The suprising thing here is that Yoshiko had the balls to visit Maru
  • Yoshiko: l I S T E N H E R E
  • Chika: I'm listening
  • Yoshiko: Why is it that I'm always roasted in the group chat, why not riko
  • Riko: HEY
  • You: Because it's so easy to roast you?
  • Chika: Because you don't have any good comebacks?
  • Mari: What they said
  • Yoshiko: You are mean to me, you insult me and you don't appreciate anything that I do
  • Yoshiko: I'm going to go cry now
  • //yoshiko has left the chat
  • Maru: > : O
  • Maru: fukc yuo gu sy
  • Dia: : O
  • Kanan: Young lady I did not raise you to be like that!
  • maru: shit, gotta blast
  • //maru has left the chat
  • //maru entered th chat
  • //maru has left the chat
  • //yoshiko has joined the chat
  • Yoshiko: … wait are Dia and Kanan Maru's parents
  • Yoshiko: Does that mean I have to ask them to ask Maru out
  • Dia: If you so much as touch a hair on my daughter's head, say good bye to performing in love live
  • Dia: Hmmm, well I've gathered every one to join, named the group, and am competent in more ways than you are
  • Chika: BINCH WHAT
  • Chika: I'll have you know as honoka kousake's #1 fan, she personally told me I was the best aqours member
  • Dia: I mean, hmph , it doesn't matter what she said to you, she isn't eli
  • You: Fake
  • Ruby: Fake
  • Dia: Shut up
  • Dia: Anyway, if you really want to prove yourself as the leader of aqours, meet me at the beach at 6 pm
  • You: CHIKA NO
  • Riko: CHIKA NO
  • Mari: CHIKA YES
  • [You has sent a photo]
  • Chika: Hmm, Do I assert my dominance or look like a pair of clothes that shiitake went through
  • You: Fucking rude, I did not look that bad
  • Riko: Yes you did
  • Mari: Yes you did
  • Yoshiko: Yes you did
  • Kanan: Yes you did
  • Dia: Well, what's your answer
  • //chika has left the chat
  • Dia: coward
  • //chika has joined the chat
  • Chika: I asked my mom
  • Chika: She said no
  • Dia: Hmph fine, I'll let you remain leader for now
  • Dia: Since you have Honoka's blessing, I will not object
  • Mari: Lame , this is why you're a bottom
  • You: d e s t r o y e d
  • Dia: Okay, but at least I get more out of Kanan than with you
  • Chika: Jesus
  • Yoshiko: I smell a break up
  • Kanan: But I'm at the store..
  • Mari: I got the newest pair of crocs
  • Chika: Okay I know I've had some weird ass kinks, but crocs?
  • Kanan: Don't judge me
  • You: Nah i'm going to
  • Riko: holy fuck
  • Dia: Do I have to go too?
  • Mari: Yes
  • Dia: fuck , fine
  • Riko: So if Dia is a bottom.. then who's the ultimate top in the third years
  • Chika: interesting question
  • You: Protect Yoshiko , she's too innocent for this group chat
  • Yoshiko: Fuck you
  • You: You wish
  • //Maru has joined the chat
  • Maru: *knife emoji*
  • You: holy fuck
  • Mari: Are you two finally here , I'm ready
  • Dia: Im here, but the doors are locked
  • Kanan: Give me 5 minutes
  • Riko: You guys have dms, USE THEM
  • You: get your kinky shit out if the main chat
  • Mari: Fine
  • //mari has left the chat
  • Kanan: see you later kiddos
  • //kanan has left the chat
  • You : Kiddos?
  • Yoshiko: I can't believe the nerve of her , calling me a kid, I am 15 and -
  • Chika: Still a kid
  • Dia: Anyway good bye, and Ruby remember to lock the doors, I'm not going to be back tonight
  • //Dia has left the chat
  • Chika: Well I have got work to do , see you all
  • //chika has left the chat
"Little Shop of Horrors" sentence starters
  • "Feed me."
  • "What a creepy thing to be happening."
  • "Why this whole thing strikes me as funny, I don't know..."
  • "There must be someone you can 86, real quiet-like."
  • "Here I come for you!"
  • "Don't tell me - you got a little tied up."
  • "I need blood, and s/he's got more than enough."
  • "[Name] is not a healthy girl/boy."
  • "If I can move and talk, who's to say I can't do anything I want?"
  • "I am flyin' now!"
  • "I think I need a root canal."
  • "Bear in mind, I'm not immortal!"
  • "It really is a rotten way to go!"
  • "What we have here is an ethical dilemma..."
  • "No thief would look in there, right?"
  • "The mask - it's stuck. I can't get it off!"
  • "It wouldn't be terrible at all. It would be a miracle."
  • "[Name], I don't think you understand..."
  • "I'll make it worth your while."
  • "If we fight it, we've still got a chance."
  • "Jesus Christ, I could asphyxiate in here."
  • "The guy sure looks like plant food to me."
  • "All I ever wanted was you and a sweet little house."
  • "Am I dreaming this?"
  • "[Name], that's thousands of dollars! Where is it?"
  • "It's the one gift I can give you."
  • "In a way, we'll always be together."
  • "Something is very wrong here."
  • "Can you hold, please?"
  • "Christ, what a frickin' scatterbrain!"
  • "Depression's just status quo."
  • "Relax. It'll be easier that way."
  • "I keep asking God what I'm for, and he tells me, 'Gee, I'm not sure.'"
  • "Just go with it, doll!"
  • "Well, get your ass in here!"
  • "I chopped him up, but I didn't kill him!"
  • "It's your professionalism I respect."
  • "Oh, [name], you're the most wonderful person that ever lived."
  • "No shit, Sherlock!"
  • "I couldn't sleep."
  • "I liked you from the day I came to work here."
  • "All my life I've always been poor."
  • "[Name], sweetheart, what's been going on?"
  • "You're a monster - and so am I!"
  • "You mean you'd still like me, even if I wasn't famous?"
  • "What'd I ever do to you?"
  • "I need some water in the worst way."
  • "It's an antique. They don't make 'em like this anymore."
  • "You kids should be in school!"
  • "How do you intend to better yourself?"
  • "She deserves a prince, not a sadistic creep like him!"
  • "Daddy left early. Mama was poor."
  • "I'm feeling strangely happy now..."
  • "I tried to be on time, but..."
  • "[Name]'s first radio broadcast!"
  • "Are you dumb? Or hard of hearing?"
  • "It's what you did to her."
  • "I've done terrible things, [name], but not to you. Never to you."
  • "Come with me to the police and tell them that."
  • "You remember that total eclipse of the sun a week ago?"
  • "Get a move on, you little slut!"
  • "I don't like that guy, [name]."
  • "With the right advertising, this thing could be bigger than hula-hoops."
  • "It talks."
  • "Believe it, baby!"
  • "I'd meet a man and follow him blindly."
  • "You should hear the way he talks to [name]!"
  • "Don't die, [name]. I need you. Please, please, don't die..."
  • "I don't know. I have so many strong reservations me..."
  • "You love her madly, don't you, schmuck?"
  • "You watch your language!"
  • "What the hell's that? A gun?"
  • "Look out!"
  • "It's true. I did it."
  • "Lots of folks deserve to die!"
  • "That's disgusting."
  • "What am I supposed to do? Kill people?"
  • "I'll take it straight."
  • "Do we have a deal?"
  • "That's not a very nice thing to say!"
  • "Don't feed the plants."

genre: I’m pretty sure this is fluff with some angst thrown in there but not that much. angst ain’t my type.

words: 4k+

warnings: Swearing! there’s swearing. 

summary: While Phil is away up in the north to celebrate Christmas, he starts wondering just how much of a clingy boyfriend he is. Because sure, he misses Dan a lot, but does he misses Dan to the point he hallucinates conversating with his 2009 and 2012 versions? Or maybe he just needs to sleep. It is 3:30 AM after all.

a/n: Merry Louis Tomlinson day. This is for my cute friend @pjothekick I hope you have a great day, Alex :’) also this is… 2009x2012x2015? Yeah? That’s not a thing? Oh.

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grey's anatomy sentence meme ( various seasons. )
  • " you're my person. "
  • " i am a hormone casserole! "
  • " i don't know how it happened, but i don't have anyone. "
  • " isn't that the most ridiculous piece of crap you've ever heard? "
  • " the only time i don't feel like a ghost is when you look at me. "
  • " how would you feel if she called your penis angry or snide? "
  • " they're my family. "
  • " we are not better. "
  • " the two of us are going to be serving slushies at the multiplex. "
  • " don't look at me like that, like you've seen me naked. "
  • " do i have sex hair? "
  • " just put one foot in front of the other, just get through the day. "
  • " you're dying inside, aren't you? "
  • " you can't replace her, nobody can. "
  • " sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, they just can't love you back in the same way. "
  • " apparently i lost you. "
  • " i was raised to be a good man in a storm. "
  • " i never understood squat about who you are. and now i do, and i don't like it. "
  • " are you upset with me? "
  • " life without you terrifies me. "
  • " it's you, i need you, and you're the only thing i will ever need. "
  • " take your hand off my boob. "
  • " because, it's what jesus, would freaking do! "
  • " you got your second chance, just don't screw it up. "
  • " in your dreams evil spawn! "
  • " what? you've never did anything crazy for love?"
  • " take off your pants. "
  • " you walk away? that's all i get? "
  • " i always screw myself out of everything good. "
  • " he/she's the one, and i wish he/she wasn't. "
  • " it kills you, doesn't it? "
  • " i'm going to become a lesbian. "
  • " please don't chase me anymore, not unless you're ready to catch me. "
  • " you can have the worst crap happen to you and you can get over it, all you gotta do is survive. "
  • " i would notice if you were missing... i would notice. "
  • " slow down, slow down.... shh. "
  • " here, take it easy. "
  • " i don't wanna be alone. "
  • " that's it? you're just gonna leave too? "
  • " i have nothing left. "
  • " i'm so tired. "
  • " i don't know what's wrong with me. "
  • " i don't feel anything. "
  • " my point is, i have a dog. "
  • " i'm miserable without he/she/you. "
  • " why are you whispering? "
  • " i'd really like to try your method of "healing with love." "
  • " you did good. "
  • " i need you alive because you're my person. "
  • " promise me you won't die because that would be the worst break up ever. "
  • " i'm still in love with you. i tried not to be, but it didn't work. "
  • " you want me to kick his/her ass? "
  • " thirty second dance party! "
Behind the scenes of this livetext: Mycroft gets a new phone and identifies Iago via haiku; Iago sees Hamilton; "Pride and Prejudice but in Starfleet" becomes a thing; Iago quits their job; SO MANY PUNS; and it turns out that Mycroft has never finished Avatar: the Last Airbender. A year in the making (I'm not even fucking kidding), I present you with: Iago Reads Wizards At War (lightly edited for ease of reading)
  • Mycroft: Better start bracing yourself for book 8 now
  • Iago: Oh sweet Jesus
  • Mycroft: There, no you can't say I didn't warn you
  • Iago: But you /know/ it's funnier when I get to threaten you with gruesome death!
  • Iago: Are you ready for this?
  • Iago: of the chapter titles is "Acceptable Losses". /I/ am not ready for this.
  • Iago: Nita needs a vacation from her vacation. Nita sweetie...
  • Iago: "Neets, is it true he destroyed a whole alien culture in just ten days?" Carmela Rodriguez is my Patronus
  • Mycroft: Right?
  • Mycroft: She just keeps getting better
  • Iago: Roll call at the Callahan home: "three humans, one humanoid, one tree, and one giant bug" and I'm quietly cackling in public
  • Iago: "The centipede pointed a couple spare eyes at the Christmas tree." Taken out of context, I think that may be the most bizarre sentence I've ever read. In context, it makes perfect sense. I don't know which amuses me more.
  • Mycroft: Yesssss
  • Iago: "But her mom had loved those lilacs, and wouldn't be seeing them again." OKAY OW
  • Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus
  • Iago: You weren't wrong.
  • Iago: And I wasn't prepared.
  • Mycroft: So not prepared
  • Mycroft: What's that in response to specifically?
  • Iago: Basically the entire series of events leading to Kit and Nita becoming Seniors
  • Mycroft: BASICALLY
  • Mycroft: IT'S ALL GONE TO SHIT
  • Iago: Descriptions of wizardries in action never fail to be beautiful
  • Iago: "The changes in the structure of space then start affecting the thought processes and reactions of all living beings in the area. Their behavior will start to become less and less rational...less committed to Life."
  • Mycroft: Oh you have no idea
  • Iago: God help my soul
  • Mycroft: So yes, welcome to Tom's Wizardly PowerPoint of universal doom
  • Iago: I should just go see Moana again. It's far less depressing
  • Iago: "Uh-oh". Now Nita's getting in on it
  • Mycroft: Indeed
  • Iago: Looks like Nita's playing "fake it 'til you make it"
  • Iago: I don't know if that's good or bad, to be honest
  • Mycroft: Fairly characteristic tho
  • Iago: True
  • Iago: "...yet another lollipop sticking out of his face." That is the greatest description of someone with a sucker in their mouth that I've ever witnessed
  • Mycroft: Roshaun and his lollipop addiction
  • Mycroft: The real OTP
  • Iago: *chokes* oh my gOD
  • Iago: Sker'ret just called Nita "Senior". I think both Nita and I had a quick internal freak-out
  • Mycroft: ;__;
  • Iago: "The universe has started expanding too fast, and we have to stop it before it tears itself apart."
  • "Um. Okay, I see why you might need a few extra days off for that."
  • *slightly hysterical laughter*
  • Mycroft: Same
  • Iago: "Two weeks to save the universe". Sounds like an album title
  • Mycroft: I'd listen to it
  • Iago: "What /is/ grenfelzing, exactly?"
  • "It's kind of like emmfozing, but with chocolate."
  • Have I ever mentioned that I both hate and love your ability to quote these goddamn books at me when I ask questions?
  • Mycroft: I can't recall, but I'm glad to hear it
  • Mycroft: Also I mean that's the only canon explanation so really, what else could I say
  • Iago: But you quoted it /word for word/
  • Mycroft: Admittedly, that was at least partially For The Meme
  • Iago: I'll allow it
  • Iago: "...a brief, profound case of amnesia. They'd instantly forgotten why they were there" sounds like my life
  • Iago: Oh my god what is Spot doing with the TV
  • Iago: *whispers* How bad is it that my mind is currently in the gutter
  • Mycroft: Dataaaaaa
  • Mycroft: It's certainly something
  • Iago: "But most of the aliens are here for the cocoa plants." Well, I can't exactly blame them...
  • Iago: Carmela Rodriguez remains a gift
  • Iago: Oh god Ronan's back
  • Mycroft: Yessssss Carmela and Ronan
  • Mycroft: A dangerous combination
  • Iago: Ronan keeps the Spear in a pen
  • Iago: *checks date published*
  • Iago: Feels a bit Percy Jackson to me
  • Iago: Carmela has the insta-hots for Ronan. This is gonna be fun
  • Iago: "The fucking heir of an almighty something or other" is still a really good description for Roshaun. In case you were wondering if I had warmed up to him any more
  • Iago: WHALE
  • Iago: Whale On The Moon is the name of my new techno jazz band
  • Mycroft: Can I join?
  • Mycroft: I'll learn any new instrument you need
  • Iago: ...having thought about it, I'm legitimately not certain what instruments would be /played/ in a techno jazz band. So, I mean, if you want to learn the synthesizer...
  • Iago: Young Wizards book 8 alternate title: Wizards' Reunion
  • Iago: Lots of air quotes going on right now
  • Iago: ....I want Darryl's manual
  • Iago: "Where's your adjunct talent?"
  • "Playing with rocks, as usual."
  • Okay now I really want a puppy
  • Iago: "Twychild". Have I mentioned lately that the worldbuilding in these books gives me a case of the warm fuzzies?
  • Mycroft: Yesssss Tuyet and Nguyet
  • Iago: *whispers* Why is there a thought-voice talking in second-person in Kit's head
  • Iago: The description of Roshaun's living space send help
  • Iago: "A three-way collision between an antique furniture warehouse, a jewelry story, and a Gothic cathedral carved and decorated by the artistically insane."
  • Iago: So my brain has given Roshaun's father the voice of Mark Hamill.
  • Iago: There's a decent chance I'm going to just call him the Phoenix King
  • Iago: "Speaking truth to power is never 'out'." DAIRINE REMAINS GOD
  • Iago: (Also if I ever go to a protest I'm putting that on my sign.)
  • Mycroft: Yessss do it
  • Mycroft: And which kind of Mark Hamill are we talking here: Skywalker, Firelord or Joker?
  • Iago: Firelord. Thus the Phoenix King comment
  • Iago: Oh my god Dairine in the face of implications that she and Roshaun are ~involved~
  • Mycroft: Blessss
  • Iago: "You tell those people that they are completely nuts!"
  • Iago: Did...did Roshaun just /whine/ at his mother?
  • Mycroft: Yes
  • Mycroft: Not so dignified now
  • Iago: *falls off the table in laughter*
  • Iago: Oh god is Roshaun developing a Thing for Dairine
  • Mycroft: Bless
  • Iago: This is my favorite game
  • Mycroft: I know a fair few YW fans who have a particular talent for it
  • Iago: I have a list. I use them in my stories for bands my characters like
  • Mycroft: Most excellent
  • Iago: Ponch wants blue food
  • Mycroft: As do we all
  • Iago: I /could/ go for some blue Jolly Ranchers
  • Iago: Ponch, to Ronan: "You two just talk among yourselves."
  • Dog sass is best sass
  • Iago: "It's math, Kit, but not as we know it."
  • Iago: I'm going to go curl up in a corner and cry with laughter now
  • Mycroft: Yup
  • Mycroft: What a nerd, right
  • Iago: Pot, kettle
  • Iago: Oh shit Sker'ret is having a fight with his parent
  • Iago: ...I currently have a desire to cuddle what amounts to a giant centipede. What have you done to me
  • Mycroft: The magic of Young Wizards
  • Iago: That was terrible
  • Iago: But, then again, I love terrible
  • Iago: Okay so the description of dark matter
  • Mycroft: Yes?
  • Iago: I feel like I have something crawling around under my skin
  • Mycroft: It's unsettling, isn't it
  • Mycroft: That gets worse
  • Iago: Oh god
  • Iago: "Nita for the first time actually saw someone else look out of Ronan's eyes. The expression was one of recognition coupled with a very controlled anger. The one who looked out had seen something like this before."
  • Oh. Shit. Oh /shit/.
  • Mycroft: Yessssss
  • Mycroft: Shit just got real
  • Iago: I am not prepared for this
  • Mycroft: Correct
  • Iago: GIGO
  • Mycroft: :D
  • Iago: "For transits like this, we temporarily rewrite the kernel that manages local gravity and mass in our solar system. It's no big deal."
  • oh my gOD
  • Iago: They are actually Dairine's children
  • Mycroft: They've been busy since we last saw them
  • Mycroft: And it's awesome
  • Iago: "A world of true computer wizards" get the fuck out
  • Iago: They're actually calling her Mother s e n d h e l p
  • Mycroft: RIGHT
  • Iago: I'm not crying you're crying
  • Mycroft: I'm not crying I'm eating a quaesadilla
  • Mycroft: The crying one must be you
  • Iago: Well I can't see to tell you so who knows
  • Iago: "Guys," [Dairine] said after a moment, "you make me proud."
  • "That is our other purpose," Beanpole said. "Our first one."
  • Iago: I A M D E A D
  • Mycroft: I knowwww
  • Iago: "Life's all the time sending /me/ messages I can't read." [Dairine] flicked just a second's glance at Roshaun, who she was starting to think was yet another of those messages.
  • Iago: Oh lordy
  • Iago: Oh god above send help
  • Iago: Spot's becoming less of a machine, more alive. I don't know if I'm in support of this change
  • Mycroft: Everyone needs upgrades now and then :P
  • Iago: I don't like change
  • Iago: I kind of adore the mobiles all bowing to Dairine
  • Iago: Roshaun raised his eyebrows and produced another lollipop, which he held out to her.
  • "How many of those things do you have?" Dairine said.
  • "Not nearly enough," Roshaun said.
  • Iago: Please excuse me while I go laugh myself sick
  • Mycroft: Roshaun has his priorities in order
  • Mycroft: There was always a jar of lollipops on hand at CrossingsCon in his honor
  • Iago: Perfect
  • Iago: "I'll give you a dysfunction where you'll have trouble finding it again."
  • Totally stealing that don't even care
  • Mycroft: Excellent
  • Iago: "I may be a mother, but you are /mine/."
  • Maybe I didn't take enough time to recover after finishing The Slow Regard of Silent Things I'm going to go collapse in an emotional heap
  • Mycroft: So many Dairine feels, I knowww
  • Iago: "Enthusiasmic incorporation of the Hesper--"
  • What? What?! What does it say? What does it mean? I NEED TO KNOW
  • Mycroft: [rubs hands together; evil laughter] I'M SAYING NOTHING
  • Iago: Oh god is time moving faster on Metemne
  • Mycroft: MAYBE
  • Iago: Oh fuck it's relativity isn't it. Because they're near the source of the dark matter, they're moving faster than the rest of the Universe
  • Mycroft: Very possible
  • Iago: Oh no. Introduction of Della Cantrell and MY EMOTIONS CAN'T TAKE THIS HALP
  • Mycroft: Oh boy
  • Iago: Nita's phone call to her dad. Direct hit to the feels.
  • Mycroft: Harry Callahan is such a good dad
  • Iago: That is part of why it hurts so much
  • Iago: "Nita, could you please get off me before we accidentally become more than just good friends?"
  • *cackles maniacally*
  • Mycroft: BEST
  • Mycroft: Wait what
  • Mycroft: Remind me of the context for that
  • Iago: On Rashah. The creatures destroying the trees are almond-shaped and have eight legs. Almond spiders
  • Mycroft: Oh ok that's what I figured
  • Mycroft: WHY NOT
  • Iago: "They've been fighting each other, on and off, for /millions/ of years?"
  • "They must be really enjoying it, to keep the war going so long."
  • Sker'ret is so great
  • Mycroft: Rashah is not exactly a great vacation destination, that's for sure
  • Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus the almond spiders are a remnant after an atomic holocaust I need a drink
  • Iago: And...they're all avatars...of the Lone Wanker. Better make that two drinks.
  • Mycroft: ENJOY YOUR STAY
  • Iago: Where is Nita's dad
  • Iago: I am Concerned
  • Iago: Also
  • Iago: I will never get tired of the "check your spelling" joke
  • Mycroft: Same
  • Iago: "Words had just failed Dairine." Gods above have mercy on us all
  • Mycroft: I appreciate that the narration pauses to note how unthinkable that is
  • Iago: Also, a "bright" version of the Lone Power
  • Iago: What does that mean
  • Iago: Why is bright in quotes
  • Mycroft: To indicate it's kind of a rough description of a more complex subject, mostly
  • Iago: But does it mean that we're getting a version of the Lone Power that's more on the good side or a version that's worse than usual
  • Mycroft: There's more explanation later, but basically picture the LP's non-evil twin
  • Mycroft: Like its opposite, basically
  • Iago: I thought /you/ were refusing to give spoilers
  • Mycroft: Meh, I saw that as more clarification on what you already read, ymmv
  • Mycroft: But stay tuned
  • Iago: Well obviously
  • Iago: Nita doesn't like shooting people who are shooting at her
  • Mycroft: Krakens don't count but I don't think they were as sentient
  • Iago: "I'm a wizard, not an engineer" goddammit /again/?!
  • Mycroft: Yesss
  • Iago: I shall take myself off to the laughing corner
  • Iago: Oh god self-destruct at the Crossings
  • Mycroft: Kind of a terrifying prospect
  • Iago: Nita just blew up a giant gun
  • Mycroft: Yesss
  • Iago: "High-fiving a giant centipede can take a while."
  • Up next on Winning Understatements....
  • Mycroft: That is so fun to picture
  • Iago: I know!
  • Iago: "I don't wear socks."
  • "Just as well. You'd bankrupt yourself."
  • That is /also/ fun to picture
  • Mycroft: As an antidote to the tense battle scene, have a bunch of centipede leg jokes
  • Iago: Pretty much
  • Iago: Wait
  • Iago: /Carmela/?!
  • Mycroft: Hahahaha yesss
  • Iago: What
  • Iago: WHAT
  • Iago: Okay, Sker'ret just /swallowed/ the self-destruct panel
  • Mycroft: He's got a talent for that kind of thing
  • Iago: Which, I mean, okay, great way to not lose it
  • Iago: But
  • Iago: Can't he digest, like, /everything/?
  • Iago: And the self-destruct sequence is still going?
  • Iago: What happens if he takes too long to get the panel back out?
  • Mycroft: Rirhait stomach work in mysterious ways
  • Iago: that the canon explanation or your way of saying "don't think about it too hard"
  • Mycroft: Yes
  • Iago: Why did I let you talk me into this
  • Mycroft: Because it's awesome, come on
  • Iago: Ugh
  • Iago: *quiet noises of agreement*
  • Iago: "So I took steps." CARMELA
  • Iago: (Carmela is the reason I let you talk me into this.)
  • Mycroft: That's the best answer
  • Mycroft: This book is Peak Carmela honestly
  • Iago: *whispers emphatically* Juanita Louise
  • Mycroft: Yessssss
  • Iago: Carmela just referred to Filif as "my favorite Christmas tree" and Carmela is all of us in that moment
  • Mycroft: So true
  • Mycroft: Filif is tree-mendous
  • Iago: I fucking hate you so much right now. :b
  • Mycroft: :D
  • Iago: "We are on errantry, and we greet you."
  • "Not that you particularly /merit/ greeting." Nita pls
  • Mycroft: She's earned the right to some snark, I'd say
  • Iago: Clearly
  • Iago: "You get more honey with flies. Wait a minute, that's not how it goes." CARMELA PLS
  • Mycroft: Oh my god
  • Mycroft: Get ready for another legendary Carmela moment
  • Mycroft: YEAH
  • Mycroft: And now you know why this book made Carmela everyone's favorite
  • Iago: I mean Dairine is always going to be my eternal favorite but yeah Carmela's a close second
  • Mycroft: Relatable
  • Iago: Oh my god now she's threatening to /eat/ the chocolate right in front of them I'm crying
  • Mycroft: I KNOW RIGHT
  • Iago: Ponch the almond spider is trying to catch his non-existent tail
  • Mycroft: Omfg I forgot about that
  • Iago: It's a hilarious picture
  • Iago: I think I just witnessed a cult gathering
  • Iago: "You let me worry about this planet, and I'll let you worry about all the others." HARRY CALLAHAN IS BEST DAD
  • Mycroft: THE VERY BEST
  • Iago: NO
  • Mycroft: And also Nita
  • Iago: S E N D H E L P
  • Iago: Wait are Rirhait mostly purple
  • Iago: Because if yes than they are my new favorites
  • Mycroft: They also come in blue, green, and pink, but yeah
  • Mycroft: I'm pretty sure Sker'ret in particular is purple
  • Iago: Well I saw that but the book makes a point to say that there are a /lot/ of shades of purple and I fucking love purple
  • Mycroft: You're in luck, then
  • Iago: "I would never lose my balance. I am a paragon of grace and stability."
  • "Oh, yeah. Who said /that/?"
  • "Roshaun."
  • Someone help me
  • Iago: I cannot
  • Mycroft: Pffft
  • Mycroft: Classic Roshaun
  • Iago: Kit is hiding his eyes from "sex stuff" and I'm laughing
  • Iago: "My dog brings home strays." Kit your dog is a fucking gift
  • Iago: A ducking gift who knows how to work a situation to get dog treats
  • Iago: And...and then he gave the treat to the Yaldiv that he brought home.
  • Iago: Ponch is a good dog.
  • Mycroft: Ponch is a good dog
  • Iago: "What is it with these Callahan women that they're always after yelling at you and giving you grief?"
  • "Not always. Just when it's going to get most on your nerves."
  • Kit just be glad Nita isn't here because she'd sock you
  • Iago: Oh
  • Iago: Oh shit
  • Iago: Just head the story of the dogs' Choice
  • Iago: And
  • Iago: everything is fine
  • Mycroft: E V E R Y T H I N G I S F I N E
  • Iago: "Even when people mean to do good things, bad things happen in the world."
  • "They're happening already. Pretending they're not won't help."
  • Memeki the almond spider is speaking to my soul I'm gonna go start a revolution now
  • Mycroft: Yes please do
  • Mycroft: I'm greatly enjoying your dedication to calling the Yaldiv almond spiders
  • Iago: Also
  • Iago: What does it mean that Memeki was honored by the Great One
  • Iago: Is she pregnant
  • Iago: Is she being nommed from the inside
  • Iago: Oh. Oh shit. What does Memeki mean by "my time"
  • Iago: I mean
  • Iago: She's not currently getting et
  • Iago: But
  • Iago: Eggses
  • Iago: Okay apparently the thing Nita was supposed to bring was /not/ in fact Carmela but rather hEART-WRENCHING MEMORIES OF HER MOTHER'S DEATH
  • Iago: Oh god Carmela is yanking Kit's chain about having found a manual and I'm experiencing emotional whiplash halp
  • Mycroft: Carmela is dedicated to yanking as many chains as possible, the audience's included
  • Iago: *inhuman screeching*
  • Iago: "Oops," said Carmela...and, very slowly, smiled.
  • Mycroft: OOPS
  • Mycroft: The holy grail of Carmela badass
  • Iago: *screams a lot*
  • Iago: *so much screaming*
  • Iago: Oh, now This Bitch is rising from the ashes, because obviously
  • Iago: *snarls a lot*
  • Iago: *basically continuous snarling*
  • Iago: RONAN
  • Iago: R O N A N
  • Iago: *screams forever*
  • Iago: *interrupts eternal screaming for a breath* oh yes Sker'ret is in fact purple *continues screaming*
  • Iago: ROSHAUN
  • Mycroft: ROSHAAAAUN
  • Iago: *still screaming*
  • Iago: P O N C H
  • Iago: *cries forever*
  • Iago: *is also still screaming*
  • Iago: PONCH
  • Mycroft: The dog did the opposite of dying, ultimately
  • Iago: Okay I'm going to go collapse in an emotionally exhausted heap and probably read all of A Wizard of Mars tomorrow. So. Be ready for that.
  • Mycroft: CONGRATS you made it to the last stop on the emotional roller coaster that is Wizards at War
  • Mycroft: You win a free trip to Mars
  • Mycroft: Where definitely nothing will go wrong

anonymous asked:

Hades and Persephone? Who plays who is up to the author but I'd love for them to be so blase about being Greek deities that they don't know why their mortal friends are freaking out about it- I mean, Thor and Loki knew! Sorta. They likely knew enough to not cross any lines with Persephone.

“Wait, you knew about this?” Steve demanded.

Thor shrugged. Loki rolled his eyes, looking somehow bored and unaffected by the handcuffs around his wrists – Steve wondered if this worked as some type of community service for him.

“It wasn’t that hard to figure out.”

“Hard enough that you tried to kill me the first time we met,” Tony muttered.

Sam’s eyes narrowed at Loki, who smiled charmingly and held up his hands. “A simple mistake – and no harm came of it.”

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Summary: Will is a criminal, and Nico is a detective assigned to his case.

Written on request from a lovely anon.

Nico’s always said that if you’re going to sympathize with criminals, being a detective should probably be out as a career path for you.

Investigating crime isn’t a glamorous job. It isn’t like the old black and white movies, all dashing strangers and cigarette smoke and intense violin music reaching a crescendo in the background. It’s gritty, and sad, and surprisingly full of good people with broken pieces and jagged edges.

Nico isn’t a bleeding heart type. He’s usually unmoved by pleas, complaints, excuses. It made him stand out at the academy, and it makes him a good detective now. It makes him effective.

He was never supposed to be tripped up by a petty thief. But fate, they say, is a funny thing.

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signs as shit from the secret history
  • Aries: 'A week or two before the paper was due, he had started showing up in my room about two or three in the morning, looking as if he had just narrowly escaped some natural disaster, his tie askew and his eyes wild and rolling. “Hello, hello,” he would say, stepping in, running both hands through his disordered hair. “Hope I didn’t wake you, don’t mind if I cut on the lights, do you, ah, here we go, yes, yes.…” He would turn on the lights and then pace back and forth for a while without taking off his coat, hands clasped behind his back, shaking his head. Finally he would stop dead in his tracks and say, with a desperate look in his eye, “Metahemeralism. Tell me about it. Everything you know. I gotta know something about metahemeralism.”
  • “I’m sorry. I don’t know what that is.”
  • “I don’t either,” Bunny would say brokenly. “Got to do with art or pastoralism or something. That’s how I gotta tie together John Donne and Isaac Walton, see.” He would resume pacing.
  • “Bunny, I don’t think ‘metahemeralism’ is even a word.”'
  • Taurus: 'Late that night—two a.m.—my house chairperson pounded on my door and yelled that I had a phone call. Dazed with sleep, I put on my bathrobe and stumbled downstairs. It was Francis. “What do you want?” I said.
  • “Richard, I’m having a heart attack.” I looked with one eye at my house chairperson —Veronica, Valerie, I forget her name —who was standing by the phone with her arms folded over her chest, head to one side in an attitude of concern. I turned my back. “You’re all right,” I said into the receiver. “Go back to sleep.”
  • “Listen to me.” His voice was panicky. “I’m having a heart attack. I think I’m going to die.”
  • “No you’re not.”
  • “I have all the symptoms. Pain in the left arm. Tightness in chest. Difficulty breathing.”
  • “What do you want me to do?”
  • “I want you to come over here and drive me to the hospital.”
  • “Why don’t you call the ambulance?” I was so sleepy my eyes kept closing.
  • “Because I’m scared of the ambulance,” said Francis, but I couldn’t hear the rest because Veronica, whose ears had pricked up at the word ambulance, broke in excitedly.
  • “If you need a paramedic, the guys up at the security booth know CPR,” she said eagerly. “They’re on call from midnight to six. They also run a van service to the hospital. If you want me to I’ll—”
  • “I don’t need a paramedic,” I said. Francis was repeating my name frantically at the other end.
  • “Here I am,” I said.
  • “Richard?” His voice was weak and breathy. “Who are you talking to? What’s wrong?”
  • “Nothing. Now listen to me—”
  • “Who said something about paramedic?”
  • “Nobody. Now listen. Listen,” I said, as he tried to talk over me. “Calm down. Tell me what’s wrong.”
  • “I want you to come over. I feel really bad. I think my heart just stopped beating for a moment. I—”
  • “Are drugs involved?” said Veronica in a confidential tone.
  • “Look,” I said to her, “I wish you’d be quiet and let me hear what this person is trying to say.”
  • “Richard?” said Francis. “Will you just come get me?Please?”
  • There was a brief silence.
  • “All right,” I said, “give me a few minutes,” and I hung up the phone.'
  • Gemini: 'Access to the snail's interior was gained by a child-sized tunnel.[...] From this tunnel, I was extremely startled to see protruding a pair of adult male feet, shod in some oddly familiar brown-and-white spectator shoes. I caught and shook a bony kneecap. 'Charles.'
  • He began to flounder wildly, as if he had waked to find himself in ten feet of water. At length, and after repeated assurances that I was who I said I was, he fell on his back again, breathing hard.
  • 'Richard,' he said thickly. 'Thank God. I though you were some kind of creature from space.''
  • Cancer: '"Richard old Man
  • are you Frozen? it is quite warm here. We live in a Penscione (sp.) I ordered Conche by mistake yesterday in a restaurant it was awful but Henry ate it. Everybody here is a damn Catholic."'(Bunny's letter)
  • Leo: The barmaid- in her fifties, with turquoise eye shadow and lots of turquoise rings to match- looked us over, our suits and ties. She seemed startled by Charles's order of two double whiskeys and a club sandwich. [...] When his sandwich came he picked it apart, ate the bacon and left the rest, while I drank my drink and watched the Lakers.
  • Virgo: ''Now,' he said. 'A single cap, roughly this size, of A. phalloides is enough to make a healthy seventy-pound dog quite ill. [...]'
  • 'Henry, how do you know this?'
  • He was silent for a moment. Then he said, 'Do you know those two horrible boxer dogs who belong to the couple who live upstairs?'
  • It was dreadful but I had to laugh, I couldn't help it. 'No' I said. 'You didn't.'
  • 'I’m afraid I did,'he said dryly, mashing out his cigarette.'
  • Libra: ''The poison doesn't take effect for at least twelve hours,'he said. 'So even if I overdose I'll have a certain advantage, a grace period. With an antidote on hand for myself, just in case...'
  • 'An antidote?' I said, jarred, leaning back in my chair. 'Is there such a thing?'
  • 'Atropine. It's in deadly nightshade.'
  • 'Well, Jesus, Henry. If you don't finish yourself off with one you will with the other.''
  • Scorpio: 'We went through a brief spate of target practice, shooting at mason jars that were lined on a wicker tea-table we'd dragged into the yard. But that came to a quick end when Henry, who was very nearsighted, shot and killed a duck by mistake. He was quite shaken by it and we put the pistol away.'
  • Sagittarius: 'The guard turned quickly, and somehow his gaze landed not on Henry but on Francis, who was standing staring into space. "So it's you, is it?" he said with venom. "Mr Off-Campus who thinks he can park in the faculty parking lot."
  • Francis started, a wild look in his eye.
  • "Yes, you. You know how many unpaid violations you're carrying? Nine. I turned your registration in to the Dean just last week. They can put you on probation, hold your transcripts, what have you. Suspend your library priveledges. If it was up to me they'd put you in jail."
  • Francis gaped at him. Henry caught him by the sleeve and pulled him away. [...]
  • "Why the hell haven't you paid those parking tickets?" Henry whispered to him.
  • "Leave me alone."'
  • Capricorn: 'What I did experience when alone was a sort of general neurotic horror, a common attack of nerves and self-loathing magnified to the power of ten. Every cruel or fatuous thing I’d ever said came back to me with an amplified clarity, no matter how I talked to myself or jerked my head to shake the thoughts away; old insults and guilts and embarrassments stretching clear back to childhood—the crippled boy I’d made fun of, the Easter chick I’d squeezed to death—paraded before me one by one, in vivid and mordant splendor.'
  • Aquarius: '"Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o'clock, you hardly think what you're going to feed the corpse for dinner."
  • "Asparagus is in season," said Francis helpfully.'
  • Pisces: 'Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me that men had walked on the moon. 'No,' he said, putting down his fork. 'Its true,' chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way. "I don't believe it."
  • “I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television."
  • 'How did they get there? When did this happen?'

anonymous asked:

Hello~ I am weary about the 19 days live action as well...however I think I can be okay with it as long as the acting is good. I don't really care too much about the looks tbh, but i can understand why some do. Well, the manhua is being recognized :)

Hm I have to disagree. tbh i think looks plays a huge part in this. If they end up looking nothing like the characters i will be livid, it would just be some chinese show with a similar-ish storyline (since they’re changing it anyway) and not the 19 days we know and love. Accurate casting should be the first thing you think of. 

Do you know how mad everyone was when they made katara and sokka white?? and zuko indian?!? When everyone in the whole show is chinese/japanese/tibetan !?!? It sure was a big deal to everyone who saw the movie! They couldn’t even make them LOOK right! The second everyone saw them, they couldnt give a rats ass about the acting- they weren’t the characters they knew and loved. 

‘Oh yeah lets swap out the skin colours and make them look nothing like the cartoon, cause thats a good idea’ - some fuckwit named M. Night Shyamalan

We can’t leave out the attack on titan movie-  sweet baby jesus, who gave ‘Humanity’s Strongest’ a pedo moustache!?!?!?! And how hard is it to even comb his hair the same way!?

An example of accurate casting would be asuma kousuke, who portrays oikawa tooru in haikyuu, who looks so stunningly perfect for the role they don’t even give him a wig

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plus he’s a setter who just graduated from high school and LOVES oikawa, the same height and has the same personality as him!!! and also as gay with iwa-chan as he is in the series! 

So i guarantee you i will Lose My Shit if they dont even get the VISUALS right- (the plot is already sorted out for you!) and it better look as good as the cosplay below. I won’t compromise on this, cause its the bare MINIMUM requirement of ANY live adaption. If it was a book to film, appearances wouldn’t matter so much- but since their iconic appearances have already been established, it really matters.