lots of wee

Craig got quiet then, too. Good quiet.

You know what i miss? Big ensemble fics with interweaving plot lines about conflict and relationships that make me feel like I’m watching a 10-part mini series from a channel i haven’t paid for

keltic-moon  asked:

Imagine Steve Rogers finding out that one or two of the Howling Commandos (maybe Dugan and/or Falsworth) are still alive (but hella old) in present day because they just show up one day at Avenger tower and just let themselves in and before long the three of them are telling the Tony, Thor, and the team a tale of the glory days of the Howling Commandos. (Up to you if you want to throw Bucky in)

Thor’s unmistakable, booming laughter was easily discernable from the other side of the door, as was a mess of chatter and laughter from his other teammates.  The softer, slower cadence that came when the laughter subsided, Steve couldn’t place.

When he turned the corner into the common area, he nearly dropped his shield.  The faces weren’t the same – lined and aged – but he still knew them.   

“Dum Dum? Monty?”

“’ere he is!” Monty grinned.  “Let’s us have a look at you.”  

Steve stumbled over in a fog. He hadn’t had the time – he’d read the files shortly after the Chitauri, but that had been a few years before.  He didn’t think they’d still be alive and he felt something deep within him ease to know that they were.

“Even ages better’n we did, Monty.”  Dugan was still sporting his mustache, though it wasn’t as full as it’d once been. 

“How – I didn’t think-“

“-That we’d miss a chance to warn your new team about your particular brand of shenanigans?”  There was a familiar glint in Monty’s eyes.

“Cap? Shenanigans? I don’t know if those words belong in the same sentence, gentlemen.”  Tony’s grin was shit-eating.  

“Suppose not.”  Dugan mused. “Unless you count the raid in Al—“

“—No.  That was strategic.”

“The goat was not strategic.”  Monty tipped carefully to his right, stage whispering to Natasha: “He thought barnyard fauna counted as a sufficient diversionary device.” 

“It worked!”

“Not the point! You couldn’t have guessed that goat was going to head-butt a HYDRA operative.  You got lucky!”  Dugan took a sip of what Steve was reasonably sure was a Hot Toddy.   

“Dernier trained it.”

“He was the explosives expert!”

“-And goat whisperer.”  Steve set his jaw against a laugh.  

“Wait, I’m confused.  Was there a special ops goat, or wasn’t there?”  Bruce looked between the three Commandos curiously and seeming a little hopeful that it was possible to train a goat for such a task.  

Dugan cracked up first, Monty and Steve devolving into helpless laughter not long after.  

Maybe.”  Came the unified, giggled response.  

“Aw, be nice to Eleanor, she saved the day that day!”  Bucky was back and had caught the tail end of the conversation, apparently.  

If Jamie and Claire (and Wee Ian) could text: Jamie throws out his back in Drums of Autumn and they get it on in the lean-to Edition because why not (BOOK SPOILERS)
  • Claire: Jamie you've been out in the snow for far too long
  • Claire: are you alright?
  • Claire: Jamie?
  • Claire: Jamie Brigitta Fraser respond to me right this minute
  • >>Wee Ian Murray was added to the chat<<
  • Claire: Ian have you heard from you uncle??
  • Claire: he went out hunting and he's not responding to my demeaning jibes
  • Ian: omg!
  • Ian: are ye sure he's not just sleeping on the hunt and ignoring the texts?
  • Claire: god I hope so but you give it a go
  • Ian: Hey, Uncle, I bedded five different Tuscarora lassies at once last night, and they had me Tuscaroarin'
  • Claire: ohgoodlordIan
  • {{{crickets}}}
  • Ian: oh aye he's definitely not seeing these texts
  • Ian: I'm a half day away but I'll head your way now
  • Claire: I'm heading out into the snow to find him
  • Ian: be safe auntie
  • Ian: dress warmly
  • {{{two hours}}}
  • Claire: Jamie I found your trail but it went cold
  • Claire: PLEASE text me
  • Ian: borrowed a horse, will be there asap
  • Claire: of Course Jamie picks a bloody blizzard to disappear in
  • {{{one hour}}}
  • Claire: I will never forgive you if you got eaten by a wildcat or
  • Jamie: I'm alive
  • Claire: OH THANK GOD
  • Ian: WHEW
  • Ian: what happened??
  • Claire: WHERE ARE YOU??
  • Jamie: Threw out my back
  • Jamie: cannnamove
  • Claire: WHERE??
  • Jamie: those your thundering footsteps I hear
  • Tramping about?
  • Claire: DO NOT BITE THE HAND, BRIGITTA
  • Jamie: go down the hill and
  • To the left, my sun and stars
  • Jamie: halpthishurtssobad
  • {{{twenty minutes}}}
  • Claire: found him Ian
  • Claire: made a quick lean to
  • Claire: we're going to wait out the storm a bit
  • >>pings location on google maps <<
  • Claire: come find us and bring the horse as soon as you can
  • Ian: okay still three hours out
  • Ian: two hours out
  • Ian: one hour out
  • Ian: 30 mins
  • Ian: you guys okay?
  • Ian: why aren't you responding ?
  • Ian: okay I think I'm here
  • Ian: oh yeah I see the lean to at the bottom of this cliff
  • Ian: wait are you...
  • Ian: 😱
  • Ian: 😏 oh y'all NASTY
  • Ian: but also adorable
  • Ian: ❄️🎶baby it's collddddddd outttttsiiiiiiiiide🎶❄️
  • Ian: also not to be creepy but you guys have some moves
  • Ian: jaysus
  • Ian: I'm averting my eyes I swear
  • Ian: buuuuuuut first imma help set this #Mood a little better
  • >>incoming files:
  • Like_a_virgin.mp3
  • Missy_elliot_work it.mp3
  • boyz2men_ill_make_love_to_you.mp3
  • Ian: okay I've given you quite a range there
  • Ian: maybe run through all three and see how it goes
  • Ian: you guys do your thang
  • Ian: I'll just
  • Ian: oh wait
  • Ian: sounds like you're finishing up now
  • Ian: you didna get to use the playlist 😔
  • Ian: save for next time aye?
  • Ian: okay I'm guessing you'll be checking your phones in 3...2..:
  • Claire: IAN WHATEVERYOURMIDDLENAMESARE MURRAY
  • Jamie: FOR FUCKS ACTUAL SAKE IAN
  • Ian: well yeah that's the whole point!!
  • Jamie: WHAT IN GODS NAME POSSESSED YE
  • Ian: was just tryna be supportive!
  • Jamie: oh and that five lassies joke wasna AT ALL funny
  • Ian: oh aye. DEFINITELY was A joke.
  • Ian: ha
  • Jamie: Christyourmotherwilleviscerateme
  • Ian: so are we all finished or should I go take a lap?
  • Ian: dinna want the playlist to go to waste
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Dolly Haas as Pat Caverley in Girls Will Be Boys [d: Marcel Varnel, 1934]

This is in no way the English version of the previous year’s German Viktor und Viktoria, (it doesn’t have the knowing sophistication of that film’s genderswapping, for a start, although the ‘reveal’ scene is not at all coy) or the following year’s American Sylvia Scarlett (how I love the mid-30s trend for women dressing as men) but it’s a lovely little comedy, has Esmond Knight at his dark-eyed thick-haired swooniest as the romantic interest, and Dolly Haas is bloody marvellous as Pat; adorable, boyish, bolshy and delivers my menswear trifecta of tweed/dressing gown/chunky knit, with bonus evening wear.   

To whoever sent me the anon:

(I am not answering you directly because what you said is very harsh and I do not want that content on my blog.)
If you had a traumatic experience with pit bulls, I am very sorry. You saw a very hurt and unloved pooch. That gives you no right to say that all pits should die though. I love my dog and he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Even if a creature is not behaving kindly or if you are uncomfortable around it for whatever reason, that does not mean it isn’t important or vital to someone or something else.

Come With Me Now

‘Come With Me Now’- Kongos

Fandom: The Avengers
Warning/s: Umm, lots of smut? Primarily smut. Wee bit of plot if you squint
Rating: Explicit
Pairing/s: Pietro x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Summary: Things get heated between you and the speedster, in Avengers Tower (smutty smutty smut smut)

Words: 1750

“It’s been an hour,” Tony growled, slumping back into the sofa. “You think they’d have given it up by now.”

The couple in referral- Pietro and yourself- were currently shouting at each other across the room. Something that had become too common an occurrence in the Avengers Tower of late.

“-THIS IS THE LAST STRAW, Y/N!” Pietro yelled at you, pointing accusingly at you. “JUST HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO REMIND YOU TO PUT MILK BACK INTO FRIDGE?!”

Throwing your hands up in frustration, you replied, “WELL DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOU RUNNING AROUND KNOCKING EVERYTHING OVER, 24 BLOODY 7! AND HAVE YOU SEEN THE STATE OF MY LAB?!”

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Happy Birthday Peter Ustinov: 16th April 1921 - 28th March 2004

I am an optimist, unrepentant and militant. After all, in order not to be a fool, an optimist must know what a sad place the world can be. It is only the pessimist who finds this out anew every day. 

- Aren’t you a little short for a trooper?

I am ye olde personage

from ancient times…

I remember when police officers just wore a shirt and a tie and carried a truncheon, now they look like SAS commandos carrying machine guns

I remember a time before video, cassettes, and CD’s….before colour TV, fuck.

I remember when the teacher would whack me with a thick leather belt on my hands if I was naughty, or forgot homework.

I remember seeing construction workers without hard hats and hi-viz clothing

I remember a time before hi-viz clothing…..fuck

fuck, I’m ye olde cunt, from ye ancient times of not even knowing what a computer looked like….

to me a computer was lots of wee lights with a monotonic female voice. (star trek)

does anyone here remember playing outside?even when you were a teenager?