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?
  • 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..:
  • Ian: well yeah that's the whole point!!
  • 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

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.   


- I will remain as pure as the Swan Knight. 

anonymous asked:

Spoil Pandora hearts for me I'm never gonna read it ( sorry money reasons and not wanting pop ups)

Like? All of it? How far are you lol there are so many things that happen between like, volume 10 and 24 it gets really crazy

But uh. Yeah, sure, I can sum up the main plot points for you

Spoilers ahead kiddies

-That whole arc with the Headhunter (the person who keeps killing people and cutting off their heads) reveals that it’s actually Elliot who is the Headhunter, but he has no memory of killing anyone since his chain wipes his memories after he kills
-After he finds out, Elliot ends his contract and refuses Humpty Dumpty, his chain, and ends up dying as a result. Leo then flips out and is taken by Vincent to the Baskervilles, where we discover that Leo is the next Glen Baskerville and has inherited his soul
-Jack Vessalius is revealed as the ultimate villain of Pandora Hearts and was the one who caused the Tragedy of Sablier due to him wanting to drag the entire world into the Abyss. This is because his reason for existence, Lacie, who was also Glen’s sister, was cast into the Abyss as punishment for being a child of ill omen (children with red eyes). Jack wanted to bring the entire world to Lacie, whose soul still resides within the Abyss somewhere.
-Going off of that, Lacie gave birth to twins in the Abyss, Alice and Alice (or Alyss, the white one). Through their connection, the sisters can trade bodies, allowing Alyss to enter Alice’s body, which is in the real world, and Alice to enter Alyss’, which is inside the Abyss
-Oz’s body is revealed to be Jack Vessalius’ the whole time, and that he was just a soul shoved inside of the body. Jack can take over his consciousness whenever he wants to, which causes a lot of problems. Jack’s body has a curse in which it ages to a certain point and then goes backwards. So that means he ages to an adult and then starts aging backwards until he is a baby and the cycle repeats.
-Oz is also revealed to be the B-rabbit, a chain that was created by the Core of the Abyss to keep Alice company.
-Glen Baskerville completely takes over Leo’s consciousness and uses his body to command Gilbert to shoot Oz through the Raven’s seal. Extremely upset at how his seal can be used to control him, Gilbert has Raven burn off his arm to prevent him from ever hurting Oz against his will again. So yeah, Gilbert doesn’t have a left arm for the last few volumes of Pandora Hearts :0 (And Oz got SUPER upset at this)
-Uncle Oscar is shot by Oz’s father and dies protecting Oz, Gil and Alice. It’s really heart-wrenching and sad :’(
-Echo also dies after Noise sorta goes out of control and she tries to calm her. It’s. A long story lol
-And TO TOP IT ALL OFF, Break also dies right before the final volume…in Sharon and Reim’s arms, no less. IT WAS AWFUL AND I CRIED LIKE A BITCH
-In the end, Alice and Oz stop Jack from causing another tragedy (because that asshole tries again, to drag everything into the Abyss) and sacrifice themselves to save everybody. Gil, being a Baskerville and having a super long life span, promises to wait 100 years for them to be reincarnated so he can see them again.
Sharon and Reim get married, Ada gets married to some random dude despite still being in love with Vincent, and eventually they all pass away too. At the veeeeery end of volume 24, Gil is seen at Lacie’s grave from the first volume, and Vincent shows up to bid him farewell before dying in his arms. (Like. What the hell) Right after this, a newly reborn Oz and Alice show up, and the last panel is Gilbert embracing the two of them and crying. AND THAT’S HOW IT ENDS

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


@takemeawaytocamelot asked: Okay, darling Marlo, I’ve got one for ya. Either @ Lallybroch or Castle Leoch, Jamie and Claire can’t seem to find time to be alone together. So they start flirting, sweetly torturing each other all day long until they FINALLY have a moment to themselves. They think they’re being sneaky and get away, but no one is fooled.

Hi there! I had a blast writing this little ficlet! I tried to squeeze as much in as possible, so its fluffy, funny, and of course a wee bit smutty! Thank you so much @takemeawaytocamelot for giving me so many juicy ideas to work with, and i hope that you (along with everyone else) enjoy!

Lots of Love!

-Wee bairn Marlo ( @marlosbooknook )

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anonymous asked:


Thank you!


For a boy of his bookish disposition, the outdoors held few attractions, but even Gilbert could not deny that he was quite enchanted by the clearing when he stumbled across it. It lay in a secluded spot in the park, shielded from wind and weather by a steep rise, and hidden from view of the house by another, larger copse. Yorkshire was in the full flush of springtime, and when he stepped into the shelter of the trees, moving softly through the cool, leafy stillness, he was quite amazed by the sheer variety of living green all about him: the soft, fragile greens of new shoots as they shyly unfurled, and the rich, bright greens of mosses and full leaves. Even the light was green-and-gold, dappled as it was through the trees, as through a magic lantern. The air was rich and redolent with the mingled scents of leaf-mould and new sap, and here and there the ground was bright with clusters of John’s Farthings.

Gilbert felt himself possessed by a deep thrill of excitement and fear. He could not have chosen a more perfect spot if he had tramped the whole of Yorkshire. Here, on land that had once belonged to John Uskglass’ abbey, he had found a place where the green of the wild, living world met and mingled with the shadows of worlds unseen. Where better to encounter the King himself?

The words came effortlessly to his lips as he stepped fully into the clearing: “I greet thee, Lord, and bid thee welcome to my heart.”

He sat upon the ground, his back pressed against the spongy wood of a rotten log, cushioned by moss, and, shaking, emptied the contents of his little bag upon the ground. A candle, a tinderbox purloined from his uncle’s desk, a garland of flowers and berries from the garden, a little flask of water from the beck, and a silver cup from the dining-room. And from his pocket, the slip of paper upon which he had written, in his best handwriting, the finished version of his spell, painstakingly composed after months and months of reading and fretting. All was in readiness.

Arranging the components of the spell in the pattern he had devised, he lit the candle - though his hands trembled so much it took several attempts with the flint and steel to light it, and when he at last succeeded he nearly dropped it in alarm - and read his spell aloud, confident and proud. Then, swiftly, he blew the candle out, and waited.

He was still waiting when the sun set, and cast the little clearing into cold shadow.