made-overseas

Imagine a wild night in Rome with your husband after the last day of JibCon.


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff, Jensen gyrating(Yes it’s a warning), SMUT, some dirty talk

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I  able to work this into my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean (That has gone on ENTIRELY too long.) This is fic number TWENTY-FOUR. The line, “Bring me some pie,” was requested by @percywinchester27. It was supposed to be fluff, but you can’t always get what you want. ;) This is just smutty, smut because all of the JibCon photos got me WORKED UP. (sigh) I also promised Ana so gyrating Jensen and this was the perfect opportunity for it. Not so much obviously drunk Jensen, but it’s hot either way. ;)

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sleepingupsidedown  asked:

i was wondering which website you use to get your charms made? and also if you have any tips for doing double sided charms that's be awesome!

I get my charms made overseas, but it can be a hit or miss if you don’t speak the language of the country that you’re producing in, and sometimes the quality can be a bit dodgy. However, if you’re feeling brave then I suggest looking on alibaba!

EDIT: It’s been brought to my attention that Zap Creatives may have some dodgy services, taken from this post

Alternatives: Zap creatives and Ink It Labs are both UK based producers that are very reliable, but a bit pricey. Jimi Agency is a middleman that does group orders and sends them to Korea, but you can only order charms when they are accepting orders. Chillypig is US based and is more affordable, and Acornpress is a newer Canadian company that also has decent pricing!

Tips wise…make sure your image has the same outline/silhouette on both sides. This may be a given but double check by flipping one image and stacking them on top of each other to see if anything sticks out. In addition, be careful with any text/words that might be on; you want to flip (mirror) them on the back design so that they’re facing the right way when they print it on the charm. Also, I personally like to have thicker lineart on charms because it’s easier to see what’s going on, since the charms will be pretty small. Don’t bother with too much detail (I learned that the hard way :’D), instead add more colors to make them pop! 

This is all the info I can think of for now, but feel free to shoot me another note if you have any more q’s. I love talking about artist alley stuff ( ᐛ )و. Good luck on your future creations!

Letters to Bucky Masterlist (WinterIron AU)

Stuck in rehab after a near-fatal accident, Tony reaches out via letters to a soldier overseas, and Bucky is more than happy to write back, drawn to Tony for a reason he cant name.  One or two letters turn into a years worth, then come the phone calls, with Tony quickly realizing that Bucky’s voice, with that rolling Brooklyn accent, might be his new favorite sound.
When Bucky shows up unannounced on Tony’s door, one thing leads to another and maybe a confession or two is made. But Bucky’s tour overseas isn’t over yet, not even close, and they have months more of distance between them.
Then Bucky disappears, missing in action, and Tony doesn’t know if he will ever get his soldier back. And if Bucky does make it home, will he be the same boy from Brooklyn who sent Tony love poems, or has his time away and his injuries changed him for good?


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Epilogue

Ever see a geodesic dome home? You know, those sphere-like homes made from a rather complex network of triangles? You’ve got R. Buckminster Fuller, or “Bucky,” to thank for that. Born July 12, 1895, Fuller was an early green architect whose primary passion was humanitarianism. He felt the main two problems in the world were homelessness and hunger, and worked his entire life to find simple, economical solutions to them. One example of this is his Dymaxion House, a pre-fab, round structure supported by poles. The home was heated and cooled by natural means, and its shape minimized heat loss and required fewer materials to construct than a typical home, making it environmentally friendly and affordable. Fuller worked on this project after World War II, when there was a housing shortage in the U.S. Unfortunately, although thousands of Americans eagerly placed orders, funding problems caused Fuller to cancel the project. It was after the Dymaxion House fiasco that he developed the geodesic dome, which quickly caught the attention of the American government because it was lightweight yet strong, and could be quickly assembled — perfect housing for soldiers stationed overseas. He made thousands for the U.S. Army, and many others became homes, which were extremely energy-efficient thanks to the design; a dome’s spherical structure allows air and energy to freely circulate, which means heating and cooling occurs naturally. Fuller lived in one himself in Carbondale, Illinois, where he taught in the Design Department at Southern Illinois University. https://www.instagram.com/p/BWdgkPZl6zt/

Fire Emblem Gaiden - With Mila’s Divine Protection

To celebrate the release of Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia!

I don’t know much about either of these games, but Fire Emblem Heroes sure is making me want to buy the latter. This song is the first one from Gaiden that made it overseas; as a cool remix with a Spanish flair in Super Smash Bros. Brawl, and it’s the only Fire Emblem song that I really knew before I got into the franchise properly (other than the remix from Melee, but everyone knows that one).

Also, this is the first time I’ve composed a song in non-chronological order. I probably won’t do it again, as naming each phrase was kinda difficult without knowing exactly which number it would be.

As always, headphones are recommended.

I Need You

Request: Hi! Can you write a soulmate au with anyone from the rap line where you get a symbol (when you turn 16)representing your soulmate somewhere on your body, in the same place as your soulmate, that represents them/their personality? Can you also have the reader and the person of your choice from the rap line be childhood friends?? Sorry if I’m asking but too much, but if you do write this, I will be very happy! - Anon

Suga (Yoongi) x reader

Genre: angsty fluff

Originally posted by cyyphr

[Gif doesn’t belong to me]

I got my first request! Im frEaKinG ouT  I changed it up a bit, so that you have two marks. One represents you, but you were born with it, and the other is your soulmate’s that you earn when you’re 16. That way, you can recognize your own mark.

Summary: Yoongi promised to be there for your 16th birthday, the day you were to get your soulmate’s mark, but failed to show up. You waited for him patiently, although you did study abroad. You meet up with Namjoon, who was a study buddy, and decide to record a song.

[ Soulmate AU]


You blew out the special candles that lit up your birthday cake. You were turning sixteen, the age where you’d get your soulmate’s mark. You tried to be happy, like the people surrounding you, but it wasn’t the same since Yoongi hadn’t shown up.

People often started to travel the world in search of their soulmate at your age, desperately trying to find their destined lover. Yoongi was the same, leaving last year on the day after his sixteenth birthday. He used his soulmate as an excuse to leave and pursue his dream because his parents didn’t really support him.

You two were childhood friends, talking about wanting to create music for people all over the world. You supported each other, through good and bad, which is why you two were so close.

“ Yah Yoongi, when you become famous, you better get me free tickets to your shows.” You laughed along with him. The happy atmosphere was doubled when he smiled at you. It was alluring, and you were drawn to him. “ When you leave after you’re 16, stay in touch, okay?”

“ I promise, when I leave next month, I’ll come back for your sixteenth birthday next year.” His head turned to face you as he gave you a lopsided grin. You looked at him in a disbelieving manner as you laughed out your next words. “ Really? But what if you forget?”

“ I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll even get you a Kumamon bear if I have to.” His tone seemed reassuring to you, so you agreed happily to his offer. You two stared into the crisp night sky, wondering of the future.

You stared at the same night sky, in the exact spot you two made the promise. It was a whole year of being ignored, never updated, and being alone. His number was deleted somewhere along the way, he must have forgotten about you.

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Where We Left Off

Author: bucks-metal-fate
Featuring: Bucky Barnes / Reader
Rating: PG (fluff, a little angst) rating for mention of war injury
Word count: 1800

Author note: This is for @bionic-buckyb for her 5k celebration! Congrats hun! My prompt was Military AU. I wrote The Last Ship fanfic before coming to Marvel so this was a natural choice for me. I am in love with SEAL!Bucky and will definitely be adding to this. I left it open and I have several ideas. This was also my first reader!fic, I hope it’s okay!

(I made the graphic, it’s obviously just general to give feel for the fic)

If you want to be tagged in future fics, let me know! If you wish not to be tagged, let me know : )

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deerminh  asked:

Hello^^ Infinite gif reaction as secret agents please?

Hello there dear~ I hope you like how this turns out! It was fun to write up so I hope that it came out as well as I felt like it went in my head haha~

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SUNGGYU:

Originally posted by hoyainifinite

The leader of the squad. He’s charismatic and great at planning then making sure everyone gets the job that is right for them. He works hard and is highly specialized in investigation skills, but knows how to relax and just be one of the guys on his off day and his team has the most respect for him.


DONGWOO:

Originally posted by chandoo

The undercover specialist. He’s charming, witty, funny, and easy to get along with so nobody would expect he’s actually there for a mission. He’ll slide into any circle of people with ease and earn their trust quickly, making it easier for him to carry out his duties.


WOOHYUN:

Originally posted by hoyainifinite

The human lie-detector. If you’re even telling the slightest of lies, he knows it. He can read body language and the secrets behind your eyes, there’s no hiding anything from him and this comes in handy when it’s time to interrogate a suspect.


HOYA:

Originally posted by kmyungsoo

The combat specialist. Whether it be hand-to-hand or with weaponry he is trained to fight and to kill, there’s no getting around him if you want by you better be ready for a show down. He’s lean, he’s strong, he’s smart, and he knows what he’s doing.


SUNGYEOL:

Originally posted by micaelia

The scholar. He’s the one you go to for policy and law questions, if there’s an answer you can be sure he knows it. He helps the leader with inside intel on how a certain government works or even how a building is laid out. He has a degree in almost any area you can think of and he knows how to use his smarts to help the team.


L:

Originally posted by im-prawn

The sniper. He’s got perfect aim, steady hands, and a gaze alone that could kill. You never see him come or go, he’s in and out within seconds and is so good not even a strand of hair is left behind as an indicator that he was ever there.


SUNGJONG:

Originally posted by yeollieni

The linguist and lip reader. He’s studied long and hard and it pays off to know so many languages when you travel so much. He’s the go to guy for foreign captives and a translator when deals are to be made overseas. He can be helpful whether the target is near or far.

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Paring: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Tags: female reader, punk!Bucky Barnes, rlly I mean punk, amputee Bucky Barnes, amputation humour, dark humour, College AU, punks, alcohol, reader is a dancer, angst, cutesy, fluff, Bucky feels, POV Bucky Barnes.

SummaryEvery Wednesday, without fail, there was a girl who’d run through the conjoined classrooms in E Block. She’d always have her satchel bursting at the seams, and be wearing the same thing. Black leotard with ruched shoulders, tights. Hair falling out of a scrappy bun. Worn out military boots.

Bucky Barnes got out of the military, but not after his arm decided to leave him first. Now, in university, he’s trying to make something of himself, but that’s all fine and well but he can’t help but notice the girl who’d interrupt his advanced physics class…

Notes: Inspired by one of my favourite tumblr artists’ rendition of Punk Bucky. Shout out to @illustratedkate for being so darn talented!

Word Count: 3,035

Posting Date:  2017-05-29

Current Date: 2017-06-15


Originally posted by vibraniumdoll


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Trump is having a “Made In America” week yet most of the Trump products are made overseas

but it’s ok, Trump supporters will believe in anything he says by the virtue of him being a rich white man

anonymous asked:

26 and so many others😬

This one was so fun to write. It turned out pretty silly, I think! Thanks for requesting :)

#26: “The diamonds in your engagement ring are fake.”


You thought anesthesia just made people a little groggy, but Harry had gone and lost his mind. As you sat beside him a while ago, you couldn’t wait for him to wake up more fully, but all you wanted now was for your fiancé to shut his mouth and go to sleep.

He was babbling on about everything; how pretty the curtains were, and how the bed was very comfortable, and that one nurse was very nice and ‘you should try to do your hair like hers! It was pretty.’ You just sat next to him, letting him hold your hand and admire your nails (even though he’d seen them thousands of times before), while you listened to his slurred speech point out every little detail about the room. He was usually only like this when he was drunk, and it was never this bad.

It was exhausting. You couldn’t help yourself from spacing out for a while, his rambling becoming background noise as you thought about how on earth you were going to get this man home in one piece.

“The diamonds in your engagement ring are fake.”

This made your head shoot up, and you stared at him incredulously, wondering if you’d heard him right. You weren’t sure how he’d even gotten on that topic but it had certainly caught your attention.

“What?”

He started giggling uncontrollably, but you just sat there unamused. You knew it couldn’t be true- the man could certainly afford to buy real diamonds and he was just as excited about the design of the ring as you were- he wouldn’t just decide to put fake diamonds in your ring for no good reason. He was off that topic quickly, talking about something else while you had an entirely new problem to distract yourself with.

He was home within a few hours, but you decided not to question him about it and let him rest while his comment floated around in your brain. You knew there was no reason for him to put fake diamonds in your ring, but part of you wondered why something like that would be said by him if it wasn’t true. Yes, he’d been drugged up when he said it, but didn’t that mean there had to be some element of truth?

Then, you felt guilty for even worrying about it. You weren’t a materialistic person, so maybe it shouldn’t bother you if he put fake diamonds in the ring. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry regardless; and now you were feeling selfish for even giving the diamonds a second thought.

It wasn’t until a week later you decided to confront him about it. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said and you knew it would be best to just clear it up once and for all. You’d prepared yourself for however he might answer, and promised yourself you wouldn’t get mad no matter what he ended up admitting. An early night in seemed to be the perfect time to bring it up.

“I have a question for you.”

You sat on the bed, while he unclasped his necklace in the mirror and turned to look at you.

“What’s up?” He ran a hand through his hair, waiting for you to respond; when you didn’t say anything right away, he sat on the bed and looked at you more closely.

“Are the diamonds in my ring fake?” You blurted the question out suddenly, and he had to judge your facial expression to make sure you weren’t joking.

“What?”

“You told me they were fake, Harry.”

Now he was definitely puzzled. He wouldn’t have ever said such a thing, and he had no recollection of it at all.

“When?”

“When you were under anesthesia at the hospital. I know I shouldn’t be worrying about it but-”

“No, no- I’m not sure why I said it, honestly.” He interrupted, looking down at your hand where your ring was still happily placed on your finger.

“Well, are they fake? I won’t be mad if they are.”

“No! Of course they’re not fake. At least not that I know of.”

Now, he was just as confused as you. He’d always thought there was some truth to things he said when he was drunk- at least his experience had always proved it to be true- and being under anesthesia was basically the same thing in his mind. He was beginning to wonder if he knew something subconsciously that he hadn’t fully accepted yet. He certainly wouldn’t have bought the ring if he knew the diamonds were fake.

“I got it made by someone overseas. A friend of a friend, I guess. I trusted this guy and I was involved in the design process, obviously, but… Do you think they’re fake?”

He looked at you, his eyes wide and eyebrows narrowed. He looked like he was going to be sick at the thought that he could have been ripped off and you’d been wearing a ring with fake diamonds in it for months. Although, he knew he was getting much too far ahead of himself since the only evidence he had was something he said when he wasn’t thinking straight at all.

“I trust you. If you say they’re not fake, then they’re not fake, sweetheart.”

He nodded slowly, but this time he was the one unconvinced.

“I’ll call the guy in the morning.” He said quietly.

“No, Harry, it’s not a big deal. Besides, you can’t just call someone out of the blue and ask if they put fake diamonds in my ring.”

He thought for a second, and reached for his phone slowly. You winced, thinking that he was going to call the manufacturer and make the situation a lot more awkward.

“Baby. It was just something you said under anesthesia and I believe you if-”

“Just gimme a second.”

You waited patiently while he typed away on his phone and scrolled, before he held out his hand for yours.

“Gimme your hand, love.” He muttered, setting the phone down as you placed your hand in his and he slowly raised it to his lips. You nearly jumped when he huffed a breath of hot air onto your fingers, and immediately put your hand in front of his face to examine the ring.

“It’s called the fog test. Should be able to tell if the diamonds are fake.”

You held your breath, letting him hold onto your hand and look at the ring, which wasn’t fogging up at all.

“What does it mean?”

You were quiet, not daring to move or jinx anything while he looked down at his phone to make sure he remembered right.

“They’re not fake.” He let out a sigh of relief as you did too, and you immediately started giggling as all the built up anxiety over the situation washed away.

“Can you believe… We actually thought they were fake? Just because you said something stupid?”

He chuckled as well, slinging an arm around you and pulling you into his side. He kissed the top of your head and admired the sparkling ring on your finger; at least now you had a story to tell about it other than the engagement.

“Promise me something.” He grasped your hand tightly, scooting over on the bed so he could look you straight in the eyes and trying to hide his smirk. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

“You’ll never let me get put under anesthesia again.”

“Victor please, make me yours!”
- Kimi to nozomu subete by CX (lost_ic)

Power bottom Yuuri FTW!!

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Eh?! Recently checked MRM for new VicYuu doujinshi and saw alot of ppl complain there’s not much of VicYuu doujin to read, not to meantion some other ppl keep spreading false information about Japanese fandom like VicYuu and YuuVic are 50:50 and it really made oversea fans misthinking that YuuVic is equal or even more popular than VicYuu.

50:50 my ass. VicYuu has more than 635 circles joined Haru comic city (20/3 in Tokyo Big Sight) meanwhile there’s only 230~250 circles on YuuVic side lemme tell you.

VicYuu is, always, the largest side on YOI Japanese fandom. No one can deny that fact. The lacking of VicYuu doujin scanlation on internet was just because, 1- Them English translation group dislike bot!Yuuri; 2- Most of VicYuu doujin usually sold out in the speed of light so there’s not much leftovers for them to buy; or 3- Ppl who bought tons of VicYuu doujin but don’t feel like sharing it with English community…


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           Steve and Bucky grew up hearing Yiddish as often as they did English, knowing that Mrs. Rogers made the best matzo ball soup and that Mrs. Branes would always stretch the money so they had a decent Shabbos meal and a tiny challah.  Power outages, or the power being turned off, meant searching for the old cheap candles and making sure not to use the ones specifically for Shabbos.  Everyone knew that they couldn’t take a full day of rest, or else they wouldn’t have enough money to make rent.  But Steve knew that Friday he got to go over to Bucky’s with his ma for dinner, that he got to watch Mrs. Barnes light the candles and hear the chanted prayer in words he didn’t quite understand.  Friday nights often meant that Steve would sleep over, and if they boys were good Rebecca would tell them a story,

           The Maccabees were always Steve’s favorite to hear about; the small family defeating the large Greek army and taking back their temple.  The little guy won it that story, though Steve quickly learned that it didn’t hurt to have a bigger friend there to help you out sometimes.

***

           They matured quickly, noticing how Shabbos meals got smaller and smaller.  First the depression came, and Bucky started working instead of studying or playing.  He was smart as anything, so grades were never something he worried about.  He had too much else to worry about.  His parents were getting their hours cut, Becca was in love, Steve was constantly sick, Steve’s ma was working way too much to try and afford the doctor visits he needed… No, Bucky didn’t have any time to worry about things that didn’t help those he loved.

           When Mrs. Rogers died, Bucky told his ma that Steve would be moving into his room, that they’d chair, that if she didn’t agree then he was moving out.  Mrs. Barnes just looked at Bucky and smiled fondly.  “There’s no way I could break you two apart,” she laughed quietly and walked away.  With that settled, Steve moved into Bucky’s room.  Bucky insisted that Steve sleep on the bed, and Steve insisted that Bucky not sleep on the floor.

***

           Officially, James Buchanan Barnes was drafted.  But if you asked him, he would tell you that he volunteered.  Saving the world, fighting for the right thing, helping his people, all those good reasons.  The pay didn’t look like it was half bad either and they wouldn’t have to feed him anymore…  Bucky rationalized and rationalized, fighting against his every instinct he had that screamed to him to stay and protect Steve.  But Bucky shoved it down and smoothed down his jacket; this was to help Steve, to help everyone.

           He knew, of course, that Steve had been trying to get in.  But he was reassured by the fact that no one would take him.  A small, sick, Jewish boy?  No, Steve would never be allowed to join up.  That thought comforted Bucky as he watched the skinny form move through the crowd and away from him.  Bucky didn’t know what would happen to him over there, but at least Stevie would be safe…

***

           “Your tags are being made,” Doctor Erskine told Steve.  “With your correct information, not what you put on that form.”  There was a slight pause, “is there anything you wish to be change?”

           “I’m Jewish,” Steve blurted.  He hadn’t put that on any of his forms recently, not since everyone laughed and said they had enough lazy Jews to meet the quota.  But this was different, he was in.  They wouldn’t send him back now, right?

           The doctor just nodded and smiled slightly.  “Never be ashamed of that.  We must fight, however we can.”

***

           The small “H” on Steve’s tags made him feel powerful and powerless at the same time.  He was like the Maccabees now, a small man against a large army.  But how could one person win the war, especially when all he was doing was performing on stage?  He felt like nothing more than a dancing monkey, not worthy of the title “Captain America”.

           Going overseas made Steve feel like he might actually make a difference, cheer up the men who were doing actual good.  Perhaps, perhaps he’d even get to see Bucky.  Wouldn’t that be something, he might even be the taller one!

***

Rescuing Bucky was never a question, Steve would do it.  With or without any help.  That was his same attitude when he Howling Commando’s and told them what he was going to do.  Bucky was the first to stand up.  “You aren’t going in there without me.”  There was understanding there, a knowledge that they could be related to the people they would save.  The rest of the Commando’s stood up with echoes of “We’re with you, Cap,” and “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

***

           Pietro and Wanda growing up in a different world, though not one with less fighting and hatred.  They know they’re Jewish but not really what that means, except that they had latkes and their parents sometimes whispered about it not being safe. They remember their grandfather having numbers on his arm, but never knowing what it meant. He died before they learned about the war, understood their parents fear of hatred coming back.

They had mixed emotions about letting a German scientist experiment on them. It was hardly a week after their parents had died, not knowing why they needed to wait a week but knowing it.

“You know what Mamma and Papa would say.”

“They’re dead. Maybe he’s different.”

And so, they made a choice to save their people.

***

           Steve spent a lot of time at Jewish retirement homes, at first just listening to everyone and letting the familiar language and smell remind him of his childhood.  It felt so good to hear people conversing in Yiddish, to smell matzo ball soup again, to watch women lighting candles every Friday night.

           It took Steve a month, but eventually he started talking.  Once everyone got used to the fact that he was Captain America, they found that they liked Steve.  These people were about his age, and they understood growing up without in a way that Steve was immensely glad that his new friends knew nothing about.

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           When Steve got Bucky back, the two of them started going together.  Steve was able to watch as Bucky slowly let down his guard and as his halting Yiddish came back.  It was part of their routine, to visit once every week.  They had found a place where it was alright for them to be openly affectionate.  One of the men there said that he had seen enough hate in his life to last a century, and that no one here had it in them to take away the happiness they had obviously found.

***

           One day, a woman in her mid-twenties walks up to them.  She stammers as she explains that “My Zadie… grandfather.  He saw you two, Captain Rogers, sir, and your friend.  He said that you saved him.  If you came over it would make him so happy…” She finally met their eyes.  “Please?”

           The two men shared a look, nodded, and were led over to a small group of people.  The old man in the middle started beaming, jabbering excitedly about “you saved me, I remember.  You and your friends, Baruch Hashem!”

           The young woman went to sit next to her grandfather, taking the place of her mother.  “You two are heroes,” she told Steve and Bucky.  Sensing the protest, she cut Bucky off with a look.  “I don’t care what the news says.  My father says you saved him, and even if you didn’t you’ve done other wonderful things.  So, you’re coming over to our house for Shabbat dinner.”

           Both men started to object at the same time, but a raised hand made them fall quiet.  “No.  You won’t be an imposition, you’re coming.  Tomorrow night, six o’clock.”  She rattled off an address and before they could question it, Steve and Bucky were pulled into a conversation with the family.

***

           At six the following night, Steve rang a doorbell and glanced nervously at Bucky.  They had both dressed up, though in clothes much more comfortable that what Tony would consider dressed up.  Their nerves left them as the door was opened and the smells that bombarded them said “home”.

           The rituals hadn’t changed from their last Shabbos dinner, candle lighting and the Hebrew, a good meal and even better company.  By the end of the night, the two had eaten the large meal and were instructed to return whenever they wanted.  It was like a part of their lives had been dug up and filled again, a part full of flickering candle light and laughter and the best food either had ever tasted.

           Going to the Schwartz’s for dinner became part of their routine, and other Avengers occasionally joined.  Natasha surprised them all by humming along to the blessing; Clint shocked everyone when he started talking about his bubbie.  Tony brought an amazing blintz, that he said was his mother’s recipe, and Bruce showed up wearing a kippah from his bar mitzvah.

***

           Steve and Bucky don’t show up one week due to a mission running late, and arrive back home to worried voicemails from their new family.  After assurances that everything was alright and that they’re “so sorry, it won’t happen again, I’m sorry ma’am,” they make sure to bring flowers to the next dinner.

***

           Wanda and Pietro, after the world calmed down, decided to take the opportunity to learn more about their family.  Their parents never talked about the past, and their grandparents were gone before either knew to ask questions.  One Thursday night, Wanda approached Steve.  “That family you go have dinner with, they’re Jewish.  Pietro and I… our grandfather was Jewish.  No one ever talked about it.  I want to know more.  Can you ask them if we can come next week?”

           “I’m sure Mrs. Schwartz would have no problem with another two coming, whenever you decide to.”

***

           Their lack of certainty only showed to the other, and anyone who noticed their tightly grasped hands.  If Bucky and Steve did, they didn’t say anything.  Mrs. Schwartz greeted them both with large hugs and acted like their mother.  She worked her magic with food and stories, getting the often closed up twins to talk.

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           There was a Hanukkah party at Avenger’s Tower, just friends and family.  Mrs. Schwartz took over the kitchen and directed everyone like that’s what she was born to do, only stopping when dinner was ready (except when she was surprised by her father showing up, something that Tony had arranged).  Everyone brought their own traditions, from different menorahs to what toppings were appropriate to put on latkes, to the all-important question of if a matzo ball is better if it’s a floater or a sinker.  Just for one night, the world didn’t need saving; they could relax and be happy with the family they had found along the way.

The adult Mokuba headcannons that no one asked for

-Mokuba is literally the biggest deadpan snarker (Seto is so proud)

-He cut his hair short once but decided never again and keeps it a couple of inches past shoulders

-Studied overseas (but secretly kept tabs on how his big bro was through a secretary and Daimon the butler)

-Has to talk Seto out of the more wild ideas he has. He tried to talk him out of forming Duel Academy but was unsuccessful.

-Has the Kaiba!ego (trademark) to a lesser degree. Got him in trouble several times in high school.

-He learned to duel but isn’t overly talented at it and only did it because its so important to Kaiba Corp’s technology.

-Goes walking in the public park where he and Seto played at when feeling particularly nostalgic.

-Has a business degree.

-Kaiba Corp employees want to be on his good side because even though he is a lot more lenient than Seto he is not afraid to embarrassingly fire you in front of everyone if you mess up one too many times.

-He spent the entirety of his teenage rebellious stage exasperated with Seto (he does that even still sometimes, having Seto as an older bro can be stressful)

-“really big bro? ANOTHER Blue Eyes White Dragon Jet? This is the third one!”

-“Seto, I know that its your favorite card but maybe you should make Kaibaland merchandise for things besides the Blue Eyes”

“A school for dueling? Really big bro? Why not just throw another tournament instead its a lot less stressful? Plus what would the curriculum even be???”

-Pegasus sent him the first Kaibaman card that was made. Mokuba was overseas in school at the time and thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread and laughed so hard it woke up his practically comatose roommate.

-His fashion sense gets more casual as he ages.

-Is forever salty that Capsule Monsters didn’t stay popular.

@fatal-fury-real-bant-hours

persona 2 didn’t get a remake it got an enhanced port. the menus were overhauled and EP got an extra ministory and that’s it. also…both of them got ported…idk why you think only EP did…especially since IS is the one that made it overseas…

but anyway when i say remake i mean an actual remake. like. new character models and dungeons with p5′s engine. yknow. exactly what people mean when they say “p3/p4 remake”. p2′s gameplay is extremely dated. and it’s still that way in the psp ports because the gameplay is completely unchanged in them. there’s a reason no one’s played them and it’s because the games are a slog to get through with tedious random encounters and a clunky battle system. the point of a remake would be to fix this and make the game’s story accessible to people who can’t make the jump from the modern persona games to the classic ones

The more I hear people say “Make PBS available in England” the more I realize British people don’t fucking know what PBS is like wtf it’s the single most accessible channel in America it’s always shown theatre it’s Public Broadcasting Station it’s not going to be made available overseas

And can British people just shut up about Broadway not being accessible to them??? For fucks sake it’s not accessible to most Americans

It’s such a British thing to look at something another country has and whine “But I want *that*” while you already have elite theatre

Does anyone know anything about shipping jewelry made with bone overseas? Like, not selling, just sending. Specifically from US to UK. I want to make a couple friends some things because they’re getting married soon, but I don’t know if I can actually mail it without issues (I’ll be using cat bones).

washingtonpost.com
White House unveils ‘Made in America’ week, though many Trump products are made overseas
In keeping with the “America First” theme of Trump's inauguration, the administration will highlight U.S. manufacturing in the coming week, the latest of its theme weeks orchestrated by aides to bring discipline to the White House and focus Trump's schedule and message on a set of policies.
By https://www.facebook.com/PhilipRuckerWP

Trump cannot say or do anything without contradicting himself