This is for @irl-scrungass who has been feeling sick for a few days! I based it on this doodle they did (the top right one). Sportacus all frowny in a blanket gave me such a jolt of inspiration I had to do something.
Anyway, hope you feel better, Miko!!
Sportacus sat on the floor of Robbie’s lair with a thermometer
sticking out of his mouth. He was without his hat or vest, securely cocooned in
blankets. His tired blue eyes were fixed on the Robbie’s TV. Every once in a while
he gave a great sniff, though his nose remained mostly stuffed.
The thermometer let out a few beeps. Behind him, Sportacus heard
footsteps, but he didn’t move. Instead he kept his eyes on the nature
documentary. The thermometer was gently taken from his lips and he heard Robbie
“No fever. So it’s just a cold then. Not much you can do
about a cold,” Robbie grumbled above Sportacus. Sportacus didn’t say anything.
His throat was dry and his chest hurt with each deep breath. He frowned at the
TV as a pride of lion snuggled up with each other for the night.
“’Obbie?” He said in a hoarse voice, “Can I hab some tea?”
Fingers carded through Sportacus’ wavy hair, “I already have
some water going,” Robbie said, “Do you need more tissues?”
Sportacus shook his head and leaned his cheek against Robbie’s
leg. He felt miserable. He couldn’t jump or play or anything. He could barely talk.
The microwave beeped in the other room. Robbie patted
Sportacus’ head and the sickly hero shifted away. He blinked slowly at the TV
as Robbie disappeared. Now a zebra was running with its family. Within minutes,
Robbie had reentered with a steaming mug. He held it out to Sportacus, who let
of his blankets to take it. The liquid felt great going down his throat.
Sportacus tried to thank Robbie but instead launched into a
coughing fit. Robbie knelt down and rubbed his back through it. Sportacus
slumped against him when he was done, clutching the warm mug like a life line.
Sportacus sniffed, “Are you sure you’re okay habing be down
here?” He asked for the hundredth time since Robbie had dragged him into the
lair this morning.
Robbie rolled his eyes, “Yes, Sportasick. It’s either I
watch you down here or I have to go up
to your horrid ship and help you
there.” He situated himself so he was sitting beside Sportacus, pulling a spare
blanket off his armchair and draping it over both of them.
“But you bight get
“It would be a good reason to stay inside sleeping, right?”
“Nooo…” Sportacus pulled the blankets tighter around himself.
The medication Robbie had made him take earlier was probably kicking in, “Don’t
get sick, ‘Obbie.”
Robbie wrapped an arm around Sportacus and changed the
channel to a cooking show, “Then hurry up and get better, Sporty.”
lay his head on Robbie’s shoulder. He watched the show until he fell into a
congested, yet warm and comfortable, sleep.
-sigils scribbled on wrists, on used napkins, on the backs of receipts -hastily mumbling glamours while you get ready because you’re late again -always forgetting to keep track of the moon’s cycle -constantly performing finding-things spells because the floor of your room is an abomination and where on earth did that chunk of amethyst go?? -knowing that if you don’t write a spell down/tag it properly/put it in a place where you’ll find it then it’ll be lost forever -standing in the shower for forty minutes and only remembering the glamours/spells you wanted to work on after you get out -picking up every coin you see and dropping them in an old jar as a money spell -how am i already out of cinnamon i literally just bought some -enchanting your phone alarm so that maybe you’ll actually get out of bed on the first try for once -always having salt on the floor -i have thirty variations of the same spell tag on tumblr but the spell i’m looking for isn’t under any of them oh my god -never being able to decide which method for drawing sigils you like best, so all of them are a complete mish-mash -half-melted candles everywhere -starting a new notebook every two weeks and never finishing one -wanting to have a consistent practice and aesthetic but never managing to find the time so you guess you’ll just stick to reading your tarot cards on the floor in front of the TV while eating chicken nuggets
Watch until the end for the bunny flop! When I got Cinnabun she was so shy. One day I was lying on the floor with a blanket over me, watching tv and this happened! She’s the best thing in my life!
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Can you do a peter x stark!reader where when he first meets her, she’s sleeping on Tony’s couch in a weird way when Tony’s about to introduce peter to her. Peter just finds it absolutely adorable and when she wakes up and sees peter she gets all awkward while getting off the couch and trips a little. Btw love your blog its amazing. Everything on her is absolutely amazing
a/n - thank you so much for 3k!!! all of the love and support i’ve been getting has made me so grateful, thank you for everything :) hopefully this fic isn’t too trashy and a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
The alarm on my phone rang at an amazingly annoying tone for the third time during a 20 minute period. The sun was just peeking through the windows into the living room, having the awakened chatter of the city commence at this hour. The tower was beginning to wake up as the sun rose higher into the sky, while I was doing the complete opposite.
I groaned, lifting my head and scrambling for my phone that was on the coffee table. It was nearly 10 AM, but I didn’t know, and I also didn’t care. I was up until two o’clock in the morning the night before, studying for a test that I would be having later this evening. I seemed to have become so concentrated that my head was on top of my History textbook, having the page still open to the same one from last night.
“Shut up.” I hissed at my phone, squinting at the screen as I turned the alarm off. I hummed in content as I turned my head back around, grabbing my pencil pouch and cuddling it close to my body as I fell back asleep. Considering my situation, and just how lazy I became, I just really didn’t give it a second thought these days. No one would be up here until noon most days, so I was content with it.
I was already too deep in my slumber to hear the doors slide open, only to have my father and someone else come in.
“Y/n can you come here please?” Natasha called from somewhere on this floor.
Where on this floor was a completely different matter.
“Where is ‘here’, Nat?” I called back, standing from my bedroom floor.
“My room,” she shouted. “I need your help with something,”
I stepped out of my room into the dark hallway, and stealthily made my way to Natasha’s room. just casually using my shadow abilities to blend in with the darkness and travel through the shadows to get to Natasha’s room faster.
“What do you need?” I leant on her door frame after stepping out of the shadows and watched as she awkwardly tried to assemble a step under her light. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to change the light bulb but someone’s taken the ladder and I’m small,” she huffed as she stacked another book onto the pile of crap in the middle of her room.
I felt someone walked behind me and saw Bucky and Steve headed down the hallway. I caught Steve by the arm, making him stop.
“Y’know Nat,” I said, dragging Steve into the room. “I can’t help you change your light, but the Star Spangled Man With A Plan Sure Can,”
I smiled like a goofus as they both stared at me and Bucky snorted before continuing down the hall giggling to himself.
“You’re so proud of your shitty jokes aren’t you?” Natasha laughed finally.
“Actually I’m just proud of getting that whole sentence out without fucking it up,” I grinned before skipping out of the room. and back into the darkness.
“You guys swear so much,” I heard Steve mutter.
The following night we’d all settled in the huge living room to hang out and watch a movie.
I couldn’t remember the name of the movie but it had dragons which was cool.
“Hey Tony,” I called across the room.
“Yeah?” he said through a mouthful of popcorn.
“Can you get a tanning bed for the tower?” I asked.
Natasha laughed and Sam choked on his drink at the randomness of my question.
“Y/n we go outside daily what the hell for?” Tony chuckled at me.
“I wanna force Steve into it so I can called him The Star Spangle Man With A Tan,” I said plainly, succeeding in holding in my laughter.
Clint clearly wasn’t trying as hard as me as he burst into a fit of giggles on the couch.
Bucky laughed and muttered something that sounded like “eat it Steve” But I couldn’t be sure.
Steve just shook his head turned the volume on the movie up.
The next day we went on a mission was the best I’d ever been on because Steve just kept finding himself in positions where I could take the piss.
The first was in the gym that morning we were working on an agility warm up game and Steve was explaining what he wanted us to do.
“First you’re going to run the beam while dodging swinging punching bags,” He pointed to one end of the room where that course was set up. “Then you have to make it over the sponge pit via the money bars and avoid being hit with a dodge ball, and then you will climb over the A frame, rescue the ‘civilian’ and carry them back down to safety all the while being attacked by ‘Villains’”
“What’s the catch?” I crossed my arms as I looked at the very easy course.
“You have to make it from here,” he gesture to the start of the track, and still keeping his first arm up he pointed to the end with the other. “To there in 30 seconds or less,”
I noticed he still had his arms both out pointing at each end of the course.
I nudged Natasha in the arm and chuckled.
“Star Spangled Man With A Wide Arm Span” I stifled my laugh through one hand while pointing at Steve with the other.
“Y/n your time limit is now 20 seconds,” Steve huffed before hitting the buzzer and Clint began running the course.
The Second time was when we were first out on our mission and some bad guys were fuckin shit up down-town with alien weapons.
A woman was cornered between some cars that had collided and a man with a very strange looking gun that blasted purple plasma rays.
I sank down into the shadow cast by the building I stood behind and traveled to the shadow under the cars behind the the man with the plasma gun.
Sliding out from under the car I kicked my leg out and brought him to the ground, elbowed him in the nose and took his gun.
While he lay squirming in pain on the ground I took the womans hand and began running as fast as I could drag her away from the man. Tossing the gun up to one of Tony’s uninhabited suits.
“Cap where are you?” I shouted into the coms.
“Be by your side in a second,” his voice rang in my ear. “Don’t move,”
I stopped running and withing second Steve landed on the hood of one of the bad guys cars right next to me and the woman, holding a couple more of the alien guns.
“Give me the guns,” I said. “I’ll take them to the suits,”
He tossed the guns to me and I squealed.
“DON’T THROW A PLASMA RAY AT SOMEONE YOU DOLT!” I shouted.
I secured my grip on the guns and turned to the woman.
“Hi are you okay?” I asked her. “I’m Shadow what’s your name?”
“I’m fine,” she said breathless, clearly ecstatic that she’d been saved by the avengers. “My name is Anne,”
“Ugh YES” I was suddenly so very happy.
The woman looked very confused.
“Star Spangled Man, Look After Anne,” I shouted as I shoved the woman into Caps arms and dove into another shadow before he could retaliate.
The last was when he was chasing a bad guy and was thrown back through the window of a bakery.
I fly kicked the bad guy into the wall and he slumped to the ground out cold.
“Cap you okay?” I called as I climbed through the shattered window frame to see a few customers helping him stand.
The owner of the bakery came around the counter with a pastry dish in her hands and gave it to me.
I mean we just smashed through the wall of her shop surely it’s not a thank you?
Cap and I exited the bakery and were met by Hawkeye and Black Widow looking at us.
“Whatcha got there?” Clint eyed the pastry dish in my hands.
It was now that I realised what it was. Immediately I handed it to Steve.
“The Star Spangled Man With A Fruit Flan,” I put my hands on my hips and grinned proudly so wide my eyes were squinted shut.
My happy streak didn’t last very long because something impacted with the top of my head and I was suddenly very cold.
I opened my eyes and wiped custard out of my eyes.
“Did you just dump a perfectly good fruit flan on my head?” I turned and growled at Steve.
“Dude we could’ve eaten that,” Clint whined.
Steve just smiled with pride that could have mirrored my own.
For the next week or so there was no joke I could have used at the right time so I just had to wait for the right opportunity.
One finally came along.
Cap and Black Widow were sent on a small mission and I was bored so I followed them in the shadows.
During a scuffle between Cap and one of the targets, Cap was thrown from a 2 story roof and smashed into the roof of a parked (and thankfully empty) minivan.
I immediately pulled out my phone and snapped an unflattering photo of the scene and sank back into the shadows and portalled home.
I sat waiting for their return in the living room ready to project my photo onto the largest screen in the room. As soon as the walked in I called all the other to join me.
“Guys, guys,” I was shaking with excitement.
“oh god what did you do?” Bucky sighed with a laugh as I hopped back and forth from one foot to the other.
“I snapped a really awesome photo,” I half squealed.
I clicked the button that projected what was on my phone to the tv screen and held my hands out in a presenting manner.
“Ta-daaa!” I smiled and looked around the room at the confused faces of my team.
“What exactly am I looking at?” Tony asked.
“It’s The Star Spangled Man In A Minivan,” I yelled happily.
“How did you even get that picture?” Steve looked astonished. “Did you follow us?”
“No that would be creepy,” I giggled before sinking into the shadow in the floor and traveling into the hallway.
“I don’t think anything will ever be as creepy as seeing a smiling chick sink into the floor,” I heard Clint shiver.
I woke up a few days later to F.R.I.D.A.Y telling my that I’d overslept and breakfast was being made in the kitchen where the others had already gathered.
I shot out of bed and ran out of my room, very annoyed at the well lit rooms and hallways that I could’t shadow travel through.
“Please be Steve, please be Steve,” I chanted to myself as I sprinted down the hallway and jogged on the spot in the elevator to the recreation floor.
I got a number of odd looks from the team who were all assembled around the breakfast table when I burst into the kitchen very short of breath.
Much to my joy, I was greeted by the beautiful sight of Steve frying bacon and eggs on the electric stove.
I failed to control my laboured breathing and huffed my way to the island bench, awkwardly posing on the edge of the counter with a smug grin.
“Y/n please don-” Steve looked so done but I cut him off.
“Star Spangled Man With A Pan,” I wheezed with a proud smile.
“Damnit!” Clint beat his fist down on the table, startling most of the team. “I’ve been trying to thinkof one for ages I can’t be;live I missed that,”
“Get your own joke Katniss,” I giggled, siting on the bar stool and winking at Steve.
“You’re not getting any bacon,” he grumbled and plated some for everyone but me.
No Kissing In Front Of Me *Steve Harrington x Reader*
Requested by Anon: Steve Harrington x Reader where you’re Dustin’s older sister and Dustin has Steve over to babysit him bc Reader is supposed to be out on a date but she comes home like halfway through with like super ready eyes and tells them she found out he’s cheating on her because he stood her up to go with the other girl or something Pairings: Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader & Billy Hargrove x Reader (Mentioned briefly) & Steve Harrington x Reader Word Count: A/N:I couldn’t be bothered to make up a name for the reader to possibly be on a date with. Billy is someone that comes across as a cheating, maybe not taking the relationship with reader seriously, type. - Rosalie
“Why are you even going out with that jackass?” Dustin asked, watching you through the vanity mirror reflection as you got ready for your date. You muttered a soft ‘language’ to your little brother who just scoffed. “You can date anyone, literally, ANYBODY! But you go out, willingly, with Billy Hargrove?”
You sighed gently as you finished with your make up. You had been going out on a few dates with the new guy, well he wasn’t new anymore, he and his sister had been here for a few months. You didn’t really get why Dustin and his party hated him, he was kind of an asshole but so was everyone else in this town. Dustin always said, ‘There are just things that I know that you don’t, I don’t trust him’. You liked he was looking out for you but you’re the older sibling, it should be the other way round.
“Why do you hate him so much? Enough with the bullshit, what happened to make you hate him?” Dustin shrugged, shoulders slumped and eyes cast to his hands as he toyed with your comforter on your bed. “I’m going on that date, Dustin. Whatever you think of him isn’t true, he’s been nothin’ but nice to me. He doesn’t pressure me for anythin’ and he’s really sweet too. Tell me what happened and I won’t go on that date, if you tell me what happened with Billy I’ll call him off.”
Before Dustin can even open his mouth the doorbell chimes, you raise your eyebrows but Dustin sighs. You both stand up, you’re dressed in a pale pink dress with a denim jacket thrown on. Dustin opens the door, revealing Steve Harrington, his babysitter for the night, plus a new founded best friend. It was cute, how both he and Steve had a brotherly bond. They looked out for one another, it made you smile to see Dustin finally have someone to look up to, admire and Steve was someone that you trusted to lead your brother in a good direction.
You smiled as Steve looked at you. “Wow, Y/N, you look… wow.” He compliments, at loss for words and it brings a slight blush upon your cheeks as you roll your eyes at him.
“Okay, I’ll see you both in a few hours. Don’t miss me too much,” You grin waving bye at both of them and walking out of the door.
*Steve’s P.O.V kinda*
Steve stared at the door as it closed softly, watching you leave to go on a date with Billy Hargrove always rubbed him the wrong way. Knowing that someone as kind, sweet and genuinely good was hanging around with the asshole Billy, made Steve feel sick to his stomach. His blood boiled at the thought of it, it left a funny after taste in Steve’s mouth whenever you talked about your dates with Billy.
“Steve!” Dustin’s voice pulled Steve from his mind and he looked at the shithead and shrugged his shoulders in response. “Jealousy back again?”
Steve rolled his eyes and sat down, Dustin had got into his pea-sized brain that Steve was jealous. Jealous that Billy got to date you and not him, which was ridiculous. Steve Harrington doesn’t get jealous, he doesn’t even know why he’d be jealous. It’s just you. Dustin’s older sister. Who was sweet, kind and beautiful, who had this thing where if she laughs too hard she hiccups?
“I’m not jealous of Billy Hargrove,” Steve states, turning the TV on and looking at the VHS movies that Dustin had picked to watch tonight. “What do I have to be jealous about?”
Dustin rolled his eyes, sitting down also. “Are you pretending to be dumb or are you actually this stupid all of the time?” That receives a stern glare from Harrington, “I know she’s my sister but I am told constantly that she’s beautiful, plus she has to be somewhat good looking because ” Dustin gestures to his smiling face and Steve tries not to chuckle at that. “It’s okay if you like-like her, better you than Billy.”
Steve puts in the movie and that leaves him to think over what Dustin has said. He glances at Dustin who is consumed by the movie, mouth slightly agape as he fully zoned in on the SyFy movie. Steve had grown accustomed to life with the kids, looking after the little shits was now just second nature to him. You were sort of a package deal, you didn’t know about any of the events with the upside down world but you managed to still be part of their lives. You were sort of an innocence that everyone loved, you knew something has happened but you preferred to not know.
It’s for the better that way. Steve liked that you weren’t carrying any of the weight, that you managed to still be a supportive person but in a way that was different for everyone. It was hard to keep that life away from you, it’s partly why he hates you are dating Billy. If you knew what had happened, you wouldn’t be dating him but he had made a promise. To the boys, to Eleven, to Hopper and Joyce to not tell.
“So, you wouldn’t mind if I dated Y/N?” Steve asked, eyes trained on the TV. “I know she’s dating Billy but if that didn’t work out-”
“Steve, you have my permission to date my sister. No kissing in front of me, that’s all I ask.” Steve smiles slightly and both go back to watching the movie, halfway in when the front door crashes open. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Dustin yells, turning his head to see his sister standing in the doorway, he holds his hand over his heart.
It takes both boys a few seconds to realise you’re crying. Eyes red, small sobs escaping your lips and you throw your purse to the floor and pull off your shoes, running past them towards your room ignoring their yells of your name. Steve looks at Dustin who is just as shocked as he is by your outburst.
“You don’t think Billy…” Dustin trails off, instantly Steve is to his feet and Dustin follows him down the short hall to your door where Steve knocks on the door. “Y/N, we’re coming in!” Dustin yells, knowing you never lock your door anyway.
Steve opens the door silently and both peak in. Your laying on your bed, hair a mess of curls and crying into a pillow. Dustin walks passed Steve, sitting down beside your head and petting your hair softly, trying to comfort you silently. Steve awkwardly sits down, placing a hand on the small of your back and rubbing comforting circles. They wait till your sobs had quieted down, listening to cry was one of the worst things Steve has endured. Yeah, he’s had to fight demogorgons but this was another level.
“Y/N, what happened?” Steve asked and you lifted your head, hair sticking your tear stained cheeks that are red and blotchy. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, anger swept through them but also sadness. “Did Billy… do something… like-”
“No.” You shake your head, fresh tears welling in your eyes. “He turned up with another girl, with Stacy. He’s been seeing her behind my back, cause I wasn’t putting out.” Dustin’s face flashed with anger. “I’m such a stupid shit head!” You groaned, accepting the hug from your little brother and Steve scoffed, causing both Henderson siblings to look at him.
Steve shakes his head. “Billy is the shithead. You deserve better than him, got it? A guy like that isn’t worth your tears, you’re too good for him. If he can’t keep it in his pants that’s his fault, not yours.” You raised your eyebrows at Steve, who crossed his arms and glared at the wall opposite him. “I should punch him in the face again for doing that to you.”
“Again?” You asked slightly amused that he had even punched Billy for the first time. Dustin looks wide-eyed at Steve who does the same, you sighed. “Need to know, right?” They nod and smiled slightly. “Thank you, both of you for being here. I think I’m going to call it a night.” They nod, Dustin gets up and leaves the room first but Steve hesitates, making you look at him slightly confused.
He shuffles slightly nervously. “Y/N… have a good sleep.” Steve sighs before leaving your room, kicking himself for not saying anything to you about his true feelings.
It had been almost a week since that godawful date with Billy. You tried to keep yourself occupied, extra schoolwork and hanging out with Nancy. The humiliation of that day was what hurt you the most, Billy had let you believe the date was still on, he didn’t cancel or say anything about what was happening with Stacy. He let you walk in, alone and see him with another girl like he planned it or something.
Walking down the street towards your house you hear arguing. Well, more of bickering between two people. You glance up to see Steve and Dustin in the driveway of your home, Dustin was meant to be at Mike’s studying and Steve, well he was meant to be off being Steve somewhere else- having a day off from being the kid’s mom. You frown as you walk closer, Steve is holding roses and Dustin has his radio headset on, seemingly talking over it whilst simultaneously walking to Steve.
“What’s going on?” You asked walking closer, Dustin jumps slightly and turns to you with a nervous smile. “I thought you were going to Mike’s tonight?” You asked with a slight frown at his reaction.
It’s a solid minute before anyone speaks up. “I’m helping Steve… he’s got a date.” You nod slowly and glance at Steve, who is nervously stood holding the roses and smiling awkwardly. A pang of something shoots through your chest, whoever he was taking on a date was a lucky girl.
“Oh.” Is all you can manage, “Well, have fun and don’t take all of my brother’s advice.” You try to chuckle and smile but it sounds forced, you go to walk around them and inside the house, to cry to your mother but you’re stopped by someone tugging on your wrist.
You frown up at Steve. “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” You nod and turn back towards Steve, waiting for whatever he needs to say, he stares at you for a moment. “Fuck it!”
Before you can process what is happening his lips are on yours, his hands holding your shoulders and the roses fall to the floor beside your feet. You instantly respond, melting into the kiss that’s unlike anything you’ve ever had. You feel Steve smile against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours rest against his neck.
“GROSS!” You pull apart and look at Dustin, who is horrified. “I said no kissing in front of me, that was the only rule. You asshole.” he picks up his bike, muttering curse words and names at Steve, “one fucking rule, can even follow that. I do everything to help this guy, this is how he repays me.”
Steve purses his lips and holds back the chuckle. “Thank you, shithead,” Steve calls, Dustin turns and flips him off before riding off down the street to Mikes. “It was worth breaking that one rule.” Steve shrugged at you, you chuckled lightly nudging him, he bends down and picks up the roses again. “Prepare to go on the best date of your life.” He challenges, pulling you by your hand towards his car.
“Is this the first time you’ve hung out with someone your own age in a while?” You smirk as Steve blinks at you, mock offence. “How will they survive without you?”
Steve rolled his eyes, opening your door before walking around to his side and starting the engine to the car. It’s silent as he begins to drive off towards your date destination, “I do need to stop in to make sure they all get home okay.” He mutters causing you to chuckle at him, he sighs and chuckles along with you.
(Decided to end it funny. Hopefully, whoever requested this likes it. I had fun writing it, I like the whole Dustin’s sister thing, I like writing the reader as one of the kids sibling. - Rosalie)
the gotham rogues in arkham is so wild lmao…. all the normal rules of engagement are OFF
edward isn’t allowed puzzles or that many games in arkham and the ones he is allowed he finds SO BORING so he starts finding new ways to keep himself occupied.
like literally ivy will walk past him in the cafeteria one day shoving straws up his nose and be like, “what the fuck are you doing?”
and edward will just turn to her with like a dozen straws shoved up either nostril and a deadly serious look on his face and say, “challenging my intellect, dear.”
harley: i wanna watch adventure time! harvey: tough shit, cutthroat kitchen is on next! harley: give me the remote, fryface!” *trying to wrestle the remote out of two-face’s hand jonathan: why don’t you just read a book- harley + harvey: NO ONE ASKED BITCH
if something goes missing in arkham it’s most likely some asshole has taken it. harvey just barrels into the rec room one day seething
“RIGHT WHERE IS IT?” “where’s what?” “MY COIN YOU JACKASSES I KNOW YOU HAVE IT” snickering but no one owns up, orderlies/guards looking kinda worried but also kinda amused. “WHERE IS IT?!?!” “I’LL GO TO THE WARDEN, I SWEAR.” suddenly stops yelling, gets an evil smile on face and narrows eyes, “they’ll take the TV away.” harvey starts walking towards the door and like four rogues tackle him to the ground at once. biting, kicking, scratching and punching ensues.
after it’s all over ivy just walks up calmly to him and drops it in his hand, “you dropped it on the floor of the cafeteria this morning.”
harley and ivy are gay as shit all the time, not even subtle about it. just like holding hands and staring longingly into each others eyes and all that soppy shit. it’s infuriating for anyone who’s third wheeling.
“so guys i have a plan to bust out- guys? guys…. guys please - guys, stop being gay for like 5 min and listen to my plan.”
art therapy is a mess.
doctor: draw something that represents ur innermost feelings
obvs ur gunna get the really dark shit but:
joker draws himself in a wedding dress being carried off by batman.
edward draws himself in question mark speedos and a Hawaiian shirt sitting on a pile of money on a beach with the words I AM THE BEST over the top.
ivy draws the rogues and batfam dead at her feet, flowers growing out of the bodies while she stands on top of the pile triumphantly holding hands with harley.
harley just draws some kittens and puppies and a bunch of love hearts and jester diamonds.
jonathan draws a scarecrow in a dark field surrounded by a bunch of crows with sharp teeth in the beaks and the words might as well be dead. no one is surprised. [harvey voice] why you gotta be so emo crane?
victor draws himself and nora on their wedding day and harley bursts into tears and tries to hug him.
doctor: edward, please can you call jonathan over for me? edward: sure edward: JONAAAAAATHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNN doctor: for gods sake jonathan: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT? doctor: i don’t know what i expected
gotham rogues: [are arguing in group therapy as per usual] doctor: excuse me, who’s the doctor here? jonathan: me harley: me too ivy: i am as well victor: technically i am too edward: i have multiple doctorates, i’ll have you know doctor: [face palming] i don’t get paid enough to deal with this shit gotham rogues: we know
Hey! I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is recruited to fight in civil war with Steve and she ends up fighting peter and while fighting they spark up a conversation and become friends? And then soon they become more than friends?
going back to peter in civil war and trying to bring out his more rookie/dorky side was fun but i went back and forth with a ton of ideas for this fic, i hope it turned out good enough and isn’t trash like me :( but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!
The airport terminal was ripped into pieces as the minutes went by. The battle between Stark and Rogers had spread like a disease, influencing the whole team to pick sides and fight until one victor remained. I was among that group, suddenly finding myself fighting against the people whom I held dearest to my heart, supposedly helping Captain in this messy situation.
My back was pressed up against Wanda’s, circling around to defy anyone that came near us. T’Challa had tried his best to come and toy with us, my spine shivering once I heard the claws come out of his suit and pounce towards Wanda and I, only to be stopped by the force of her hands. I watched as his body flew across the premise, landing on pieces of debris.
“(Y/N). Spider-Man coming for you from Eastside.” Carter said over the intercom.
“Spider what?” I furrowed my brows, turning around only to get swooped into the air.
💆- Your muse falls asleep while mine is petting/massaging them.
👏- Your muse is napping when mine decides to suddenly wake them up!
🦊- Your muse finds mine snuggling with a stuffed toy in their sleep!
🏥- Your muse visits my bedridden muse at the hospital..
🤠- Your muse falls asleep while watching TV/ a movie
🦐- Your muse finds mine napping off a large meal/feast
🚗- Your muse falls asleep in the car/bus
🎼- Your muse finds mine asleep after listening to some soft music
🥇- Your muse finds mine asleep after a long day of play/sports
🛏- Your muse finds my muse napping in their bed
🛋- Your muse finds mine napping on the couch
🚪- Your muse finds mine napping on the floor
🛒- Your muse finds mine napping in an unusual spot…
In the meantime, Potter, you’re suspended from playing Quidditch. I’m going to need you to hand over your Firebolt.
All right fine, you can have my Firebolt, but we’re doing it in your office so I can slam it down on your desk and yell out, “The system stinks!”.
Actually, the procedure is to bring your Firebolt down to the equipment room on the second floor, fill out form four-five-two-underscore-J, hand said form to Mr. Filch, and then receive a claim check through owl post.
Another girl who loves girls dies on my TV screen and people call it poignant. People call it “actually necessary.” People look at her crumpled brown body and call it a brave, artistic choice.
I call it a bag over my head. I call it dry-heaving into a throw pillow.
Girl-who-loves-girls doesn’t get to be called by her name in this poem because she wouldn’t be called by her name on the news. Girl-who-loves-girls is just a trope anyway, just a social justice lesson. Girl-who-loves-girls is just a body, just a prop left on the floor until convenient. Supposed to make you feel some kinda way to see her lying there, all that could-have-been slipping out of the room like air from lungs, or bullets from a gun.
I’m angry but this poem is not to say that I am angry. This poem, like all poems, is a safe space. This poem is not the only place I can kiss my partner without worrying who’s watching, but sometimes it feels like it is. Sometimes kissing her feels like a precursor to violence.
If we don’t get to be happy, even in fiction, then whose blood shows up for shock value next season? Hers or mine?
They play every Saturday in Billy’s basement. His mom makes like a full seven layer dip and everything.
They order a pizza each and billy’s mom doesn’t even bat an eye.
Jason never gets to play the first round. So he makes it a point to lay across the whole couch. The group just sits on top of him. Except Jasons head will be in Billy’s lap…… with his permission of course
Trini no matter how hard she tries can never break past 5th place, except for once on a rare occasion. She doesn’t like to talk about it.
Zack always comes in last Place and blames Trini for it. This usually ends in a wrestling match on the floor. Trini usually coming out on top until Kim joins the mess and wins the battle.
Billy almost always wins. He studied the game far too much to lose to these simpletons.
Kim plays to screw up other peoples games. She is the one to consistently send out the blue shell on Billy. “I can’t even be mad cause thats my color”
One time Trini was actually in first place then Kim kissed her as a distraction. it was a simple peck, but she was a mess. Billy won the match not understanding why his fellow rangers roared with laughter as Trini sat there in shock.
Jason got so into the game once that he knocked the 7 layer dip clear across the room. it took them hours to clean it up “how did this shit end up OUTSIDE of the window?!?!?”
Whenever Jason gets close to winning zack is there to slap his remote out of his hand, resulting in another wrestling match.
The night usually ends with them in a pile sleeping on the floor with the game menu playing on loop, Until Billy’s mom comes downstairs Turns off the television then lays blankets over the bunch of them
One night I wake up around 2am, pretty late, and go to get a drink. While I’m pouring water in a glass, one of my housemates opens his door (his room was on the ground floor, mine was upstairs), walks into the living room in only his boxers and pisses all over the TV. I’m just kind of dumbfounded and think fuck it, I’ll deal with this in the morning.
Next day he gets up around midday and when he sees the note I left him explaining what happened he didn’t believe it at first. To be fair, he did spend a good few hours cleaning everything even remotely close to the splash zone, and was very apologetic, especially to the owner of the TV, our other housemate.
Apparently he’d been sleepwalking, and the route he took from his room to the TV was the same route from his room to the toilet at his home.
The jokes were relentless and lasted for months. We even stuck a page from a catalogue with TVs on it to the back of the toilet so he’d know that’s where to piss now.
I’m telling this story from the perspective of my housemate: I was actually the one who pissed all over the TV. I’m sorry.