man named scott

Warning: sad post with no meaning whatsoever

I just need to get this off my chest. It’s 4:40 am. Half an hour ago, I was listening to les mis soundtrack from the movie. And it was the song at the start the ‘my name is jean valjean’ bit, and I thought “wow, hugh jackman didnt look like hugh jackman at that scene”. And then I remembered Logan and realised that Hugh Jackman looked old in that movie. And then, like a train, the realization hit me. That one day, decades from now, I’ll turn on my TV, or the radio, and I will hear that Hugh Jackman has passed. And not only Hugh Jackman. Every actor I idolize, and joke about them being too old or I wouldnt be single, will, one day, pass. Everyone. Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Chris Evans, RDJ, Sebastian Stan, Ryan Reynolds, Scarlett Johansson, Benedict Cumberbatch, Tom Hiddleston, David Tennant, Matt Smith, Martin Freeman, Jim Beaver, Andrew Scott, I could go on for ages. And that is how I made myself cry at 4:15 in the morning because of a musical

Be My Muse [2/2]

Pairings: Bucky x Reader || Steve x Peggy (mentioned)

Summary: Modern AU. This part involves blind dates and fluffy confessions.

Warnings: Implied/mentioned smut. Language.

Notes: Part 2 for my entry into @just-some-drabbles‘ writing challenge.

[Part 1]

My Masterlist 

“I don’t want to go!” you whine petulantly.

You’re sat at your dressing table, Wanda standing behind you as she arranges your hair into a stylish updo. Natasha is perched on the table in front of you, helping you apply your blush and highlighter, whilst Peggy — in true Peggy fashion — is lying on the bed, contributing to the conversation every now and then.

“Really, Y/N, what’s the worst that could happen?” Natasha chides, dusting the makeup brush over your cheekbones.

“That the guy could be an asshole and this could go down as one of the worst dates in history?” you suggest.

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lost-lullabies  asked:

Sterek neighbor fic prompt!! Any prompt on that list bc so cute OMG but maybe instead of dog biting it's dog licking / being friendly?? Whatever you like I just love AU prompts and Sterek !

since these are from the same prompt, i’m just combining them into the same fic :)

Derek is exhausted.

Between work, his sisters, and trying to have some semblance of a social life? It’s a wonder he hasn’t keeled over yet.

For the past few weeks, his world has been a constant tangle of dealing with students trying to hand in last-minute papers, spending half his time grading said papers, listening to sob stories about why those who haven’t been turning in assignments all quarter don’t really deserve to fail, trying not to lose touch with Boyd, Isaac, and Erica while they’re in their last year of college, constantly hearing about Laura’s boyfriend, and constantly hearing about Cora’s lack of a boyfriend. Funnily enough, no one seems to care about Derek’s lack of a boyfriend. Not that he has time for one, but still.

When he does get a rare, free moment, he spends it lounging in the front yard, reading a book. And, thank god, now is one of those times.

He’s sitting in a beach chair with his feet kicked up on the birdbath, slowly but surely making his way through Les Mis. He knows next year’s students will gripe horribly about the size, but at least he’ll be able to honestly assure them it’s worth the read. He’s just reached page 569 when a big, black dog wanders in through the gate. Derek has told the mailman a thousand times to shut it on his way out, but to no avail. The dog, who Derek notes is wearing a collar, steps heavily on his freshly mown grass, and is nearing Laura’s flowerbeds when he whistles at it. The dog perks up, as though it hadn’t noticed Derek earlier, and happily trots over, tongue lolling and tail wagging.

“Hey, boy,” Derek says, dog-earring the book and setting it in the grass, and reaching a hand out. “C’mere.”

The dog shoves its muzzle in Derek’s hand and seems perfectly content to stand there all day, rubbing itself against his fingers.

“You lost?” Derek asks. “Hmmm?” He moves to scratch behind its ears instead, because its muzzle is disgustingly slobber-covered, when three things happen in very quick succession.

The dog, whose teeth are much sharper than they look, chomps down on Derek’s palm. 

Derek flashes blue eyes at the dog, who immediately whines and lets go.

A brunette man comes running into view and yells, “Holy shit!”

Well, this won’t be good.

Derek practically breathes a sigh of relief when he follows it up with, “Bad, Toby! Bad! We don’t bite!” He was much more concerned that the guy had seen his eyes blaze blue than about the cut on his hand that’ll heal soon anyway. Though, now that he’s focusing on it, it really is pretty deep, and there’s blood flowing freely.

The guy, who’s panting now, makes it through Derek’s gate and grabs his dog by the collar. Not that it makes much of a difference, considering that since Derek asserted his dominance, the dog has been sitting still and whining.

“Bad, Toby! Bad!” The man releases the dog when it’s clear he’s not going anywhere, and looks up at Derek. “Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, I’m sorry. That’s- fuck that’s bleeding a lot. Look, my Jeep is like three blocks down, lemme drive you to the hospital. I am so sorry, dude.”

As the man babbles, he grabs Derek’s arm and pulls him in the direction of the gate, but Derek doesn’t budge. The bite should close up in ten minutes, tops, and stop bleeding even sooner. He doesn’t need the hospital; he needs this guy gone by the time his healing kicks in.

“I don’t need you to drive me,” Derek tells him calmly. “I’m fine.”

Well, fine, if a little pissed.

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I’ll Never Break Your Heart

[Summary]: After a tragic break up, you put up walls around your heart so it could never be broken again. But you weren’t expecting a certain Avenger to capture it with a cheesy 90′s boy band song.

[Pairing]: Scott x reader (mentions of Steve and Tony)

[Warning]: mention of cheating? um, I think that’s about it… Oh, and WAY too much Scott fluff that nobody knew they needed..

Tagging:  @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @callamint @redgillan @candyrogers @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @fanfic-shiz @i-dont-know-how-to-write @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @ourpeachskies

A/N: This is for @buckysmetallicstump‘s “Disney Quotes Challenge”. Quote is in BOLD. And it’s also a result from listening to the Backstreet Boys a bit too much… No shame, though! Used these two songs for this fic [x] [x] (the second song will be used again at another point)

Originally posted by skyexwanda

Originally posted by scraap

There were times that you thought being an Avenger made you unbreakable. But when you found out your boyfriend of three years was cheating on you, well… that did it for you. You completely broke down, isolated yourself from the team for several months and put up walls around your heart, scared that if you let someone else love you, it would happen all over again.

But what you didn’t expect to have happen was a man named Scott Lang enter your life.

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This is my asexual valentine’s submission.
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As some of you may have guessed, yes we are both teenagers, or young adults I should say. I am Skylar (me on the right) and I have been dating this wonderful and handsome man named Scott (on the left).

I am asexual, I’ve figured myself out not even a year ago. But despite all of that this man always loved me regardless of my lack of sexual attraction. Even with this highly big difference in sexual attraction and activities, it’s been the most wonderful 4 months of my life sharing my love, life, everything with him.

Teenage years and young adults are the two biggest periods where the libido and sexual activities reach their peak. To anyone who’s scared that they’ll never find a loving partner who can accept their asexuality, or to all the gay aces or lesbian aces out there who are either teenagers or young adults; I tell you to not lose hope.

Indeed, you will find love that doesn’t need to be sexual, you will find romance that doesn’t need to be sexual. Stay strong, believe in yourself and do not invalidate your asexual identity because of someone else.

What’s Mine Is Not Yours

Chapter 2: Gathering Information

Warning: Blood, kidnapping
Notes: This… took a long while. Sorry for any mistakes, but it’s currently 5:22 AM, I have work in four hours, and instead of sleeping, I’m… writing. Because my priorities are totally straight. Sorry. - <3 Crest (ps there’s some notes at the end <3)
Pairings: Minicat (main), Brohm, ZeRoyalChaos, slight h2ovanoss, but not enough to tag

Not caught up? Click this and read the whole thing over at AO3 and tell me what you think!

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Well, they don’t call them April showers for nothing.  Today is the kind of day for curling up with a cup of coffee and some comfort food.  So here’s a picture of a Diner.  The first diner was created in 1872 by a man named Walter Scott in Providence, Rhode Island. Around 1858 he had been supplementing his income by selling sandwiches and coffee to night workers at the newspaper and patrons of men’s club rooms. But by 1872 business became so lucrative that he began selling food at night from a horse-drawn wagon parked outside the Providence Journal newspaper office as his primary job. The success of the early converted wagons inspired a few individuals to form companies and manufacture lunch wagons for sale. It is said that the first commercial production of lunch wagons began in Worcester, Massachusetts, in 1887 by Thomas Buckley. Buckley was successful and became known for his wagon design.  These improved wagons allowed customers to stand inside, or sit on stools at counters thus removing the danger of inclement weather spoiling a cup of coffee. In 1893, Charles Palmer received the first patent for the diner and also built in the Worcester area until 1901. The lunch wagons became very popular because people could purchase inexpensive meals during the day but also at night during a time when most restaurants closed by 8:00 pm. During the Depression most diners were able to stay in business because of their relative inexpensiveness and after WWII, the demand for diners increased dramatically. Americans were eager to spend money and make up for the years that they had to do without for the war effort.  During this time of population shifting from cities to the suburbs the look of diners began to change. This is when all stainless steel exteriors and large windows came into vogue. And the 1950s arrival of the Space Age also changed the look of the classic American diner.  However, the 1950s also brought about the rise of fast food establishments, which were in direct competition with diners.


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Wurts Bros. (New York, N.Y.)
[Interior of diner].
DATE:ca. 1939

In typical shitty landlord fashion, Kip and Nicole Macy bought an apartment building and immediately set about evicting their five tenants so they could jack up the rent. One of the tenants, a disabled man named Scott Morrow, went to court to fight the eviction. The law determined that he couldn’t be evicted for a full year. The Macys decided the law could go fuck itself.

The Macys were so pissed at Morrow for thwarting their (highly illegal) plan to clear out the building that they cut off his electricity, cut his phone line, and even cut through the floor joists supporting his apartment. Then, since he didn’t come crashing through, they went below his apartment and sawed a hole in his floor. Morrow was home and actually witnessed a freaking saw removing his floor while he was sitting on it. He and a friend attacked it and bent it, but the saw still managed to make a 2-foot-by-4-foot hole in his overpriced apartment with no electricity or structural support.

While the Macys were terrorizing Morrow, two of their new tenants figured out they were being overcharged under San Francisco’s rent-control law and started paying at the lawful rate. The Macys lost their minds, and their grasp on sanity was already at a saw-a-hole-in-a-handicapped-guy’s-floor level.

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