For the past ten years or so I’ve maintained a genealogy/reunion website for my father-in-law. Once I got it redesigned (which was a TREMENDOUS pain), it’s not been particularly labour-intensive as a general rule, due to the fact that they only do reunions once every two years. Still, when it’s reunion time, it becomes a real pain in my ass, in part because I find the subject matter and presentation to be … let’s just say not of my personal style. And in part because the people involved in this family reunion stuff have absolutely no concept of what I do, and so are eternally unhelpful in the doing of it.

Such as this rather lengthy list of names I’ve been provided to put on the website to identify everyone in the family reunion photo.

Which was sent to me in PDF form instead of easily-copied text document. And you KNOW someone had to convert that shit, this was plain fucking text once upon a time, but no, PDF was FOR REASONS I CANNOT COMPREHEND determined to be the best method of communicating this information to me and I could smack the entire universe in the ear for this right now.

BTS as the 7 deadly sins || masterlist

Park Jimin || Gula (Gluttony)

“He was a rich kid, born in to a wealthy family and showered with everything he pointed at, expensive cars, clothes, travels, watches, you name it, he had it all. He was raised in to believe in that true friendship was an utter myth and you could buy them like the latest Gucci bag waiting in a store window. And of course he could, he was used, scammed and even threatened. But he didn’t care. He could buy happiness, buy toys, buy new friends, buy love, buy sex, buy anything. The sad part is that all he did was trick himself. Trick himself to think he could fill his emptiness with possessions. He would not rent yachts but buy yachts only to go out for a day with friends and various women he didn’t even know the names of.

He didn’t care about his possessions in the slightest, biggest and latest and he was good to go was his motto. 

The people around him expected him to change when he foolishly feel for a girl with only one intention. Money and fame. He praised her, gave her anything she wanted, encouraged her to want even more and he would give even more only to wake up alone 3 months later, with every trace of her gone.

His soft heart cried and his cold one told him “it was just for fun anyway”, but he couldn’t hide the fact that whenever he was asked about her, a pain arose in his heart, feeling as if somebody had stabbed him with the sharpest and thinnest of blades and twisting it inside of him.

His cold heart drove him to the nearest strip club, while the soft heart drove him home to cry in his huge bed.

“She was just a toy anyway” But I loved her…

“Just a slut, I was simply paying for her.” I spent so much thinking I invested…

“I didn’t need her anyway.” She made the empty space go away…

Or did he just fall in to his own gluttony’s trap?”

Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Yoongi | Seokjin | Jungkook

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The thing about an Institute Sole Survivor is that they’re suddenly made the leader of the most scientifically advanced group in the Fallout universe, having no major scientific knowledge other than maybe hacking terminals or duct taping robots together.

SS shows up to the board meeting wearing a Groknak costume and high on Jet and the board will just sit there and tell them how their new hyper-tubular-quantum-fizzler-majigger project is coming along.

Just smile and nod, SS.


Request: Hey! Me again❤️ can you do a fluffy HotchxReader where they’re on the jet but haven’t admitted their feelings for each other yet and Rossi is sitting with them? I’ve written one kind of like it, but plane scenes are bae. Haha. 😘

Warnings: None

Paring: Hotch/Reader

Rating: PG

Enjoy my babies! ~AdminAnna


You decided to try and catch up on your reading on the flight home. As soon as you all boarded the jet you nabbed a seat at the table. Unsurprisingly, Hotch sat across from you. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as he got out his paperwork silently.

You and Hotch had become friends quickly after you joined the team. Your heat was out and you had no one else to stay with so he let you crash at his apartment. Ever since then you two had grown steadily closer. You remembered one particular night you were over. You both had shared a bottle of wine. You remember sitting close, sharing a blanket while watching a movie. You looked up, and suddenly had the strongest urge to kiss him. If he hadn’t have looked down you might have. You shook yourself out of the memory. Your eyes locked with his. He gave you a questioning gaze but you just smiled, trying not to reveal your feelings.

After about an hour, you looked up from the pages. Aaron was steadily writing away. You smirked to yourself.

You raised your foot and lightly kicked him in the shin.

His pen jerked and messed up his word. He looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You hid your face back behind your book, not meeting his eye. You bit your lip to hold in your smile. Suddenly, something thumped the back of your book. You lowered it, looking at the paperclip below your novel. You raised your eyebrows at your team leader. It looked like he’d never moved. He was still working. The only give away was his mouth was turned slightly up at the corners.

You moved your face to the left side of your book, shielding your face from all but his view. You stuck out your tongue, crossing your eyes. He looked up right in time. He huffed in laughter, but clear his throat to try and cover it.

In the corner of the sofa, Rossi and Emily were shaking their heads at you two.

“When are they gonna admit it?” Emily whispered.

Rossi shrugged, “You think they would have already.”

“I mean how long have they been like this.. months?” Emily said, disbelievingly.

Rossi chuckled, “why don’t we help them along just a bit?”

He stood up.

“Rossi,” Emily hissed quietly, “What are you doing?”

“Watch and learn.”

Rossi walked up to you guys, sliding in next to you.

“You two look like you’re having fun.” Rossi smiled at Hotch.

He gave Rossi a look you couldn’t interpret.

“Just reading.” You shrugged, “Not too exciting.”

Rossi ‘hmm’ed in agreement, “looked pretty fun from over there.”

You felt Hotch’s shoe run up your calf. Your teeth sunk into your lip to keep from giggling. It came out as a cough.

“So Y/N. I heard something kind of interesting before we left.”

“Really?” You tried to ignore Hotch.

Dave nodded to you, “Yeah. Anderson wanted to know if you were seeing anybody.”

You bit your lip, sneaking a glance at Aaron. His whole body had gone rigid. It was like he froze. His gaze penetrated you, waiting for your answer.

“Uh. No I’m not. But he’s really not my type Dave.” You answered as slowly as possible, “Sorry. Thanks for telling me though.”

Rossi smiled, “Fair enough. So…. what is your type?”

Oh shit. You thought to yourself. There was no way of getting out of this. You’d have to tread as lightly as possible.

“I like brunettes" You’d start with that, Anderson was blonde, “Tall. Handsome of course. Older.”

“Older?” Rossi nudged you, “How much older?”

"Just older,” You answered quickly, feeling your face head up, “I have a daddy kink.”

You mentally cursed yourself. OF ALL THINGS TO SAY THAT WAS THE FIRST YOU COULD HAVE THOUHT OF. You wanted to slap your forehead. Instead you tried to hide behind your novel.

“Fair enough,” Rossi held up his hands, “I’ll drop the subject. For now!”

He got up, leaving you alone with Hotch. You waited for his response.

“A daddy kink?” You heard the laughter in his voice.

You slammed your book down on the table angrily, looking him in the eye, “Thats the first thing I could think of to tell him that wasn’t I’m into my unit chief.”

You gasped at yourself, covering your mouth with your hand. Damn you had such word vomit. You looked around, seeing if any of the other heard. Thank goodness, they all had headphones in and were asleep. You sighed, finally meeting Aaron’s eye. You could tell he was stunned, his mouth hanging open just a tad. He studied you, then his face broke out into a real smile.

“Its a good thing you’re unit chief is in love with you then Agent Y/L/N.”


For anon…I couldn’t find the gif form of this, so it’s just a picture. The first part is before he left, and the second is when he came back.

“Luke, please,” Y/N begged, “You don’t have to leave.”

The man refused to turn away from the jet knowing that his wife was crying. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. She deserved better than someone who allowed another era of darkness. That’s what he thought anyway.

“Think about the children,” she continued to plea, “Are you going to leave before your newest one is even born?”

She placed her hand on her enlarged stomach. She bit her lip as tears fell freely down her face. Silence was her husband’s only reply. Y/N stood up straight as she realized there was nothing she could do or say to change his mind. As if sensing this, Luke continued to board the jet.

“I love you, Luke,” she whispered.

Years Later…

Luke hesitantly left the Millennium Falcon with Rey. To say he was nervous about returning was an understatement. However, his best friend and brother had just died. He had to be there for Leia. His mind switched from his sister to his own wife. Would she forgive him? Would their children? His breath hitched. Does he have another son or daughter? How old are they? Would they take him to be their father?

Rey noticed his anxiety. “Hey. It’s going to be alright.”

He returned the small smile with a nervous one. Before he could fully return his attention back to where he was walking, he was enveloped with a hug. It didn’t take him more than a second to realize it was his wife.

“Y/N,” he breathed.
“Luke,” she replied as a few happy tears slipped out, “You’re home.”

Some long moments later, the pair let go. Luke drank in the sight of his wife. Sure she had aged, but she still looked magnificent. Tears welled up in his own eyes. He blinked them rapidly as he tried to keep them back.

“Hey Mom?” a voice called.
“Yes dear?” she answered while turning to her eldest, a son.
His eyes widened with shock. “D-Dad? Is it really you?”

Luke nodded quickly. Just like his mother, the boy flew into his father’s arms. Not long after, a girl joined the embrace. He immediately brought her into the hug as well.

“Daddy,” she screamed happily.
“You two have grown so much,” Luke managed to mutter happily, “I’m so sorry for missing your lives.”

Y/N watched happily as her children hugged their father. Their third child, who had seen the commotion, walked over to Y/N. The wife gleamed at her second daughter. She grabbed her hand and pulled her toward Luke, who had open up the embrace and was kissing his first two children.

“Padme, this is your father, Luke. He’s come home.”
“P-Padme?” he choked slightly as fresh tears welled up.

The young Padme stepped closer to her father. Her head was cocked to the side. She slowly raised her hands and moved her father’s hair back. After a moment, she grinned.

“So that’s where I get my blue eyes.”

Laughing, Luke pulled all three of his children into another loving embrace. There was no way he was leaving. Not a second time.

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Hug It Out (Avengers x reader)

Request:  Hi!! First of all, you are an amazing writer, I really love your works!! May I request one where the reader gives the best hugs and every time one of the avengers feel down, they’ll go to her for hugs and comfort. And one day she sees Bucky and just opens up her arms and says something like com'on I know you really need it now and fluff haha thank you!!

Thank you so much, love!  I hope you like it!!

It all started with Ultron. The team had just boarded the jet after Wakanda and their first meeting with the Maximoff twins, and Clint was the only one spared from Wanda’s manipulations.  Natasha and Bruce wanted to be left alone, so you took a seat next to Steve, hoping that maybe he would want to talk and that you could help him in some way.

“Cap, you okay?”  

His eyes were closed and didn’t open, even to your voice.  He slowly shook his head, leaning over to rest his arms on his thighs, holding his head in his hands.  As he let out a quiet, shaky sigh, you put your hand on his back to try to support him. Feeling your touch, he sat up and turned to you, his eyes now open and sad.  He leaned forward into you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You startled for a second, but quickly hugged him in return.  “It’s okay, Steve.  Everything is gonna be okay.”  His body was shaking, his breaths catching as he quietly cried into your shoulder, soft enough so that only you could hear.  You held him tighter for several minutes until his body finally relaxed and he began to pull back.  

“Wow.”  He wiped his eyes and sniffled as he straightened his uniform.  “I feel so much better.  That was the best hug I’ve ever had.  Thank you, (Y/N).”

“Anytime, Steve.  Anytime.”


In the months to come, it became your special skill on the team; your fellow Avengers quickly sought you out when they were feeling down, if they had a bad day, if a mission went poorly, or if they just wanted a hug. You joked that it was your super power, but in reality it kind of was.  Never once did you fail to lift the spirits of a teammate, despite not really knowing how your hugs were better than anyone else’s.  

Bruce found your skill particularly helpful.  It wouldn’t be unheard of for a late night hug for your favorite scientist, calming him after a nightmare or relaxing him if he felt a risk of the ‘other guy’ making an appearance.

“(Y/N), you know you can tell me to leave you alone, right?”  The doctor’s face was buried in your shoulder, his fingers laced together behind your back as he relaxed into your embrace.  

“Never.  I’m happy to help, Bruce, really.”  

“But you were asleep.” He released his grip and stepped back, rubbing his eyes.  “You should be pissed.”

A knock on your door interrupted your reply.  You gave Bruce a quick kiss on his cheek as he walked with you towards the exit, ready to take his leave.  When you opened the door, Tony was leaning against the frame, his hand running quickly thru his hair.

“Oh, hey, Bruce.”  He straightened his stance when he saw his friend with you.  “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

Banner’s eyes nervously darted back and forth from you to Tony.  “What?  No! No, nothing’s going on…we didn’t…there’s nothing…”

“Doctor,” you put a hand on his arm, trying to calm him.  “I don’t think that’s what he meant.  Go get some sleep, alright?”  As Bruce walked away, you yawned and stretched, turning to Tony.  “So, what’s up, Stark?

Tony put on his best pout and held out his hands.  “I’m sad.”

“Go to bed, Tony.” You started to push your door closed, but he put his foot in front to stop it.  “Really?  What are you doing?”

“Ok, seriously.  I’m having a really shitty day, and I could just use one.  Even just a really quick one.  Promise.”

“Fine,” you sighed, “come here.”


When Steve and Sam brought Bucky back to the tower, it took a long time for him to adjust and to consider it as his home.  Building relationships with each member of the team was slow and sometimes painful, but as the months went by it was clear that he was where he belonged.  Your interactions with him had been mostly on missions, working together but never really talking much; he usually stayed close to Steve, which was to be expected.

But then the day came that you never really thought would happen.  Bucky’s room was next to yours, and as you were approaching your door to turn in for the night, you heard him in the middle of a nightmare.  You knocked on his door, but he didn’t reply; you only heard him crying.  Steve wasn’t home, so you were on your own to help him.

“FRIDAY, please open Mr. Barnes’ door, it’s urgent.”

The door opened, but you felt like you were intruding despite your altruistic intentions. Moving slowly and carefully, you followed the sounds of Bucky’s voice until you finally saw him.  He was sitting on the floor next to the window, curled up and holding his knees to his chest.


He startled a bit, but recognized you after a few tense seconds.  “(Y/N)…”  He was shaking, his eyes still filled with fear.  “What are you doing here?”

“Are you okay?  Can I help you?”  You took a small step towards him, not yet certain about how he might react to you.  “May I?” You reached your arms out towards him, offering yourself as a comfort.

He just stared at you, uncertain of how to respond.  “I don’t think…that will help.”

“Come on, you know you want to.”  Trying to lighten the situation and get his mind off of the nightmare that had him cowering on the floor, your voice changed to a more lighthearted tone, but not so much as to make him think you were making light of his feelings.

Very slowly and very cautiously, Bucky stood and moved towards you, reaching out to wrap his arms around you.  Once there, he sucked in a deep breath and squeezed you, almost hard enough to take your breath away.  His face was turned into your neck, his tears moistening your skin.  You stood like this for several minutes, allowing him to take all the time he needed.  When he eventually released you, he stepped back and looked at you with awe and gratitude.

“(Y/N), that was…that was incredible.  How do you…how did you…how do you do that?  I owe you.”

You chuckled a bit at this, looking down at your feet.  “I don’t really know.  It just seems to help everyone.  I’m glad to do it.”  Stepping towards the door, you bid him a goodnight, feeling thankful for this connection with your newest teammate.  “Anytime, Bucky.”


A few days later, Bucky walked into the common room to see you curled up on the couch, covered in blankets, crying quietly to yourself.  You had just returned from a particularly difficult mission, seeing the loss of civilians that you were powerless to stop.  It had taken its toll on you, even causing you to reconsider your position on team.  It all began to feel like too much.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He knelt down next to you, concerned, but careful to not touch you until he knew you would allow it.  “Oh, are you okay?  What happened?”

Unable to talk about it without fully sobbing, you just shook your head and shut your eyes, trying to get the sights from the mission out of your head.  You felt arms slowly wrap around you, pulling you tightly into a hug, this time meant for you.  As you put your arms around Bucky, you felt another set of arms join in.  And then another, and another, and another. Finally opening your eyes, you saw your entire team, joined together to comfort you, repaying you for all the times that you were there for them.  

“Jeez, you guys, I thought I’d never get a turn.”

anonymous asked:

If marvel ever got their head out of their ass (no hate I love marvel) and made stucky canon in the mcu Can u write or describe a scene u would want to happen between them where it's obvious they are romantically involved?

The mission was a success but unfortunately, a lot of civilians lost their lives. Steve walks straight towards the jet once it lands, Bucky trailing anxiously behind him. Natasha touches his arm and looks at him questioningly, nodding in Steve’s direction. Bucky just looks at her and shakes his head and she leaves him be. Once he boards the jet he sees that Steve is already seated in the far corner, Bucky sits beside him while the rest of the team stay closer to the front. A heavy silence settles between them.

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Not Prepared

Characters: Spencer x Reader, the rest of the team
Words: 1131
Requested by @salt-and-burn-your-problems (it says there’s no user…I don’t know):   yo yo can i get a oneshot with where you’re in the BAU and you get kidnapped and tortured, and Reid and the rest of the team come and save you? fluff and angst? Thanksss

Originally posted by fly-on-my-sweet-angel

         You listened attentively as Hotch and Garcia went through the ins and outs of the latest case. You had been a member of the team for a few years now, so you were comfortable with everyone. And you all had your strengths that you added to the team. You were a family and it was really nice to have that.

           “We leave in thirty,” Hotch said, sending everyone out of the room to get your go bags and get ready to board the jet.

           You saw JJ on the phone, talking to her husband and son. You saw Hotch on the phone, talking to his son. You didn’t have anyone to call. Everyone in your “family” was right there with you and getting on the plane; except for Garcia.

           “You okay?” Garcia asked when she saw you just waiting with your go bag near the door.

           You nodded, “Just ready to get going.”

           “I know. I hate waiting. And I hate it when I’m waiting for you guys to tell me how things went and for you to get home,” she said.

           “I’ll keep you updated as much as I can so you don’t worry too much,” you promised, “Will that help?”

           “It might,” she smiled.

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Arrow Fic: Just Waiting ‘Til the Shine Wears Off

post-2x23 Olicity. Felicity’s got a head wound, Oliver spends the night at her apartment to make sure she’s okay.

A/N: Inspired by this post. I tried to get it done before Turkey Time, but all best laid plans don’t account for pre-heated ovens and making your own gravy. Dedicated to the instigators: @yespleasehawkeye​, @aussieforgood​, @phoenixred27​, @so-caffeinated​, @dettiot​, @mylunarsolstice

Title from “Lost” by Coldplay.

Just Waiting ‘Til the Shine Wears Off (AO3)

Felicity doesn’t speak to him on their flights back home, just huddles in beside Digg and keeps her eyes low. He’s distracted on the charter, because he’s flying it, but when they board the jet back to Starling and she does the same thing, his stomach sinks like it’s full of lead. Once they’re at cruising altitude, she whispers something to John and he grabs a prescription bottle from his bag, handing her a pill and shaking out two for himself. He offers them next to Oliver, who just shakes his head.

“Wake us up every hour,” Digg tells him in response. “She took a bad blow to the head, I’m still not sure she’s out of the woods for a concussion.”

It’s extra worrying that Felicity doesn’t even really fight them on it. She just kind of slumps in against Digg as her eyelids drop closed and it’s surely just a coincidence that Oliver’s injured shoulder starts burning at that moment.

He doesn’t sleep, he just watches her. Watches some of the color thankfully return to her face while she dozes, watches her eyelids flutter. He takes in her content expression, shoving down the fresh, painful memory of how she had looked at him when he pressed the syringe into her palm in the foyer of his family’s home.

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love yourself to death

(or the one where no one knows)

i wrote this in my head backstage last night. then some spoilers came out that discredited it completely but i couldn’t just not write it. So I did.
song to listen to when reading this (also song that the title came from): i’m so sorry by imagine dragons | takes place after 3x20 but is already discredited by spoilers so just consider it major canon divergence

Rating: T/PG-13 | Words: 1937 | Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak | Canon Divergence | {read on ao3} | tagging olicitykisses​ because she’s awesome

Three weeks.

It’s been three weeks since she last saw him. Three weeks since she kissed him goodbye in a darkened corner of Nanda Parbat. Three weeks since they tried not to share secret smiles with each other as she boarded the jet once again because he was Heir to the Demon now, Al Sahim to be exact, and she was supposed to have said goodbye to him, not hello, but she’d done just the opposite of that. And now they were something, despite no one else really knowing that they were something, and that thought sent a whole different set of electric jolts down her spine.

But now here he was, three weeks later, staring right past her and straight into Nyssa like they weren’t a something, and it was getting on her nerves. A lot. 

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Bless You

Words: 589 (sorry!)

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader


Hi hello can I request a Spencer Reid x Reader where the reader is having a stressful week so Spencer decides to surprise her by taking her to one of those cat cafes only to find out that she’s highly allergic? Fluff and all that good stuff please 😊😉

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Honey I’m Home || LouLex

After Lou hung up with Alex, he went back to all the guys, but his heart just wasn’t there.  After about an hour Lou made his rounds saying goodbye and headed home.  On the way, he made the decision to head back to Florida right then.  He called his pilot and started packing his bags.  An hour later he was boarding the jet and and waiting for take off.

-hours later-

Lou smiled as the car pulled up in front of the house.  He jumped out and ran to the front door.  He punched in the alarm code and thanked his driver before walking in and dropping his bags by the front door.  Lou ran upstairs to the bedroom where he found his wife, sound asleep.  He kicked off his shoes and crawled into bed.  He pulled her close and kissed her, trying to wake her up.