neither can we

men in greek mythology? scoundrels. just terrible. woeful social skills. murderers. kidnappers. violent misogynists. most of them… never described as handsome so we have to assume they were ugly. 

narcissus? unproblematic. beacon of transformative self love. king of the swerve. gay icon. couldn’t recognize his reflection but neither can my dog, we aren’t holding that against him.

anonymous asked:

I'm glad Paramore evolved. I was really into their old stuff in high school, but I've also evolved. I'm not that angsty teen anymore and neither are they. We can't expect them to direct their music towards emo teens when a lot of their fans aren't emo teens anymore. We've all grown up. The band had grown up. The petty people just have to accept it.


MBTI + Slogans

ISFPs; eternal loyalty for a smile and a $7 burrito

ESTPs; your wet dream, and your parents’ worst nightmare

ENTPs; wanted in 6 states and counting!

INFPs; maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s clinical depression

INFJs; we’ve honed ‘bottling it up’ into an art form!

INTPs; wanna know a fun fact? Yes you do-

INTJs; we knew you were gonna say that

ESTJs; Just Do It. Or Else

ENTJs; Never do it yourself.

ISTJs; just do it yourself, you fuckin’ pussy

ENFJs; You’ve got a friend in us. Possibly also an enemy.

ESFPs; Together We’ll Go Far-prison.

ENFPs; got a problem? Can’t solve it? Neither can we, nor do we want to. Deuces

ISFJs; we gave up, now you can too!

ESFJs; We Know Social Hierarchy.

ISTPs; atrophy is inevitable, death is not the end

anonymous asked:

Don't tell Wrench that he's cute..

Wrench.exe has stopped working

How we actually met (1/1)

Summary: Two ladies develops love online. They both travel around the world separately as their jobs. They only knows each others first names. Now they describe how they meet in person.

AN: Non Power Rangers AU. Modern AU.

So this is based off of a short film called Modern/Love starring Naomi Scott. You can choose to either read the story first or watch the video first. If you choose to read first, it will be spoilers for the video and vice versa so yeah… You choose.
It’s a great 10 minute short film and I highly recommend it.

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They met online accidentally.

Trini was suppose to message a partner from work when she mistyped the username and started chatting with Kxmberly, a woman named Kimberly who had an icon picture of an aesthetic pink background and a silhouette of a women (Trini presumed it was Kimberly).

Meanwhile, Trini had the username TriniBee with the icon of a selfie, one hand covering half of her face.

It’s been 6 months since the two have been chatting online, they were confident with each other that the person on the other side of the screen was not a troll or some creep on the internet. At the same time, they also made a mutual agreement to no pictures and no last names until they meet personally just to make it more intimate between the two of them.

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I wrote Hiccstrid drabble, since no one answered my post asking for some, probably because you were all watching the Oscars

Understandable. I wish I could have watched the Oscars. But I couldn’t. So I wrote this RTTE Hiccstrid dribble instead. I didn’t proof read it cause I have an actual history essay to write. I hope someone enjoys it, I’m not much of a writer but it’s fun to write anyways.

Summary: Astrid finds emotions and relationship stressful (I mean, don’t we all?)

Rating: PG. Totally innocentino

Astrid was buzzing with emotion– not something she particularly enjoyed. On the one hand she and Hiccup were… committed, you could say… official?.. Comfortable. Nothing had really changed but something was acknowledged. That felt good, for the most part. Scary, but the good fluttery kind of scary. On the other hand Astrid couldn’t help feel that this was extremely foolish. For one thing, love is a commitment and it’s difficult. She and Hiccup already have so many responsibilities with fighting the dragon hunters, checking in on the Auxiliary team, running the edge smoothly, training new dragons, keeping Stormfly in shape… She didn’t want her emotions to distract her from her duties. Astrid was a woman of honour; a strong warrior always ready for battle. She could not let anything weaken her senses.

Hiccup had already begun to cloud her mind more than usual. It was easier to dismiss thoughts of him when they were just… thoughts. Now they were pure and clear memories. Kissing. Not in the same way as when they were kids. Astrid was thinking of kissing of all things. Kissing Hiccup. Having his arms wrapped around her. Lounging and watching the sunset. Talking, laughing, holding, kissing. It made her feel warm but it also made a part of her angry.

Astrid, you have to snap out of this she says to herself while washing Stormfly. You have work to do and… responsibilities.

“Hey Astrid!” Fishlegs descended into the training area on Meatlug, both looking puffed and pleased. “How was your day?”

“Just fine, Fishlegs.” Astrid tried not to groan. “How was yours?”

Astrid appreciated Fishlegs, but in this kind of mood she did not want to talk to anyone who was as optimistic and smiley as Fishlegs. She knew it was just a mood and she regretted wishing that Fishlegs would leave her alone.

“Pretty good! Meatlug and I were actually doing some training you’d be proud to hear!”

Astrid pulled up a smile, “That’s great!” She tried.

Fishlegs lifted his head and smiled with pride. “MmmHmm. as much as Meatlug and I love relaxing we also have so much to practice! Isn’t that right, girl?” Fishlegs then began to coddle his dragon, who very much enjoyed the coddling. Astrid couldn’t pay much attention. She couldn’t get feelings and images out of her mind. She loved even the idea of holding Hiccup’s hand. It was so casual but so comforting.


Astrid continued small talk with Fishlegs, trying to sound encouraging. She’s glad someone was training today.

Their conversation passed with a blur and Fishlegs left for his hut as the sun was beginning to set. 

Astrid felt tired too. She and Stormfly had an intense day of training… or at least Astrid tried to train intensely. Her focus was off. She and Stormfly practiced sneak attacks on some Gronckles. While Stormfly got some water Astrid worked on her axe throwing… but she missed more than usual and got frustrated quickly. Later they practiced landing rolls, ensuring for graceful descents onto Viggo’s ships or other quick combative landings. Then some simple yet necessary flying practice.

Hiccup came to her mind every five minutes and it became more and more frustrating until Astrid had to retire early. No point beating a dead dragon.

“I’m sorry i’m not myself today, girl,” Astrid patted Stormfly affectionately as they made their way up to her hut. Stormfly gave a forgiving nudge into Astrid’s palm.

The battle with Viggo and the dragon hunters had been getting more intense. Hiccup was planning day and night, tinkering in his spare time, and pacing when he didn’t know what to do. Astrid worried. She worried about Hiccup’s stress. He always threw himself into everything so completely. Then again, so did she. Was he having trouble focusing as well? What if their relationship hindered Hiccups planning and Astrid’s combat. She could not stomach another failure. Berk, the Edge, the dragons could not handle another failure.

She hated thinking this much.

Should Astrid talk to Hiccup? Explain her concerns? What could they really do about it now? They couldn’t just turn everything off and pretend to be just friends again. No, Hiccup would never go for that and honestly, Astrid wouldn’t want it either.

Besides, they already promised to keep their emotions and overall personal lives out of battle… But Astrid didn’t feel it was working that well… for her. Oh Thor! Astrid sighed. This is ridiculous! Why am I being so…


If it is possible to tense up and relax at the same time, then that is exactly what happened whenever Astrid heard Hiccup’s voice… at least as of recent.

Hiccup was down on the Hanger deck. He looked flustered but happy. His brown hair messy, Toothless stitched to his side as usual, and his smile light. Astrid smiled automatically and waved, feeling that warmth again. “See you in the hall for dinner?” Hiccup yelled.

Astrid paused on her smile for a moment. If she said no it would draw attention to herself and… yes, she’d decided she did not want to confront this. It was a phase. She would move into a more normal state soon. Oh gods, but dinner meant everyone else which meant pretending that she and Hiccup were… the same as before?

Hiccup seemed concerned about Astrid’s hesitation. “Sorry… mmmyeah I’ll see you at dinner,” Astrid said quickly and then retreated to her hut. She didn’t dare turn back to see if Hiccup took that as a strange reply.

Stormfly still had lots of energy but Astrid did not. She plumped down on her bed hoping to find a way to calm her thoughts.

Focus, Astrid. Breathe, Astrid. Stop being stupid, Astrid!

Stormfly was restless and began knocking Astrid’s axes off the wall for attention.

“Stormfly!” Astrid sighed, rising from her bed to attend to her dragon. “I’m sorry, girl, I just need a few moments to think. Is that okay?” Astrid patted her dragon affectionately. Maybe she should have taken her for a proper flight, just for fun. In fact maybe that’s what they could do to avoid dinner–

Knock. Knock. “Hello?” Astrid called in surprise. She was less surprised when she saw Hiccup open the door. She didn’t pull off a casual reaction before, she was guessing.

Seeing him brought her some peace… which frustrated her again. Her emotions were at war.

“Hey Hiccup,” Astrid spoke casually and focused in on him.

“Hey, is everything okay?” B-u-u-u-u-usted. Hiccup stepped in the door and began to walk over to Astrid standing by Stormfly in the corner of the room.

Astrid waved her hand down, “Yeah, yeah, just an intense day of training. Feeling strangely out of it. But I was just thinking of taking Stormfly flying.” As Hiccup approached he reached out and grabbed Astrid’s hand. Warmth. And yet, frustration. But also peace. 

Hiccup looked tired. His eyes were heavy, his hands were incredibly rough, and his posture was particularly slouched. Astrid began to worry. “I think the real question is are YOU okay? Hiccup, you look exhausted.” Astrid grabbed Hiccup’s other hand and led him to sit on her bed. Hiccup smiled sincerely. Exhausted but happy.

“Honestly, I am exhausted, thanks for noticing.” Astrid smirked. “But I’m also really energized. I’m forming a plan against Viggo and I really think it’s going to work… There’s just a few kinks to work out… and I’m also making adjustments to Inferno and Toothless’ tails-”

“You’re doing a lot, Hiccup. Do you rest?” They continued to hold hands. The room was so breathable. Astrid felt safe and secure, despite her worrying about Hiccup. Talking with him could be as easy as breathing sometimes.

“I think we both know each of us need to rest more,” they both laughed and Hiccup rested his head on Astrid’s shoulder. He sighed into her and she let him. They sat in silence for a moment and then Hiccup lifted his head again. “Why are you trying to avoid dinner?”

“What? What do you mean?” Astrid shook her head and looked straight ahead.

“Astrid…” Hiccup tried to catch her gaze, but Astrid avoided. “You’re not doing a great job lying.”

Astrid tossed her arms, “Stormfly has tons of energy and I thought I’d help her burn it out.”

Hiccup was extremely skeptical. As in, not-having-it-at-all.

“Astrid, you’re stressed too. I get it, but you need to tell me how you’re feeling” He was right. They had talked about that too. Being honest. Not keeping things from each other. The thing is, Astrid struggled to be honest with herself.

Astrid let out a breath and looked at her feet. Hiccup lay a hand on her knee affectionately, waiting patiently. She took another breath and looked forward.

“I had no focus today. Or yesterday. Hiccup, I can’t focus. I just keep thinking about… us and worrying about the future and…” Astrid turned to see Hiccup straight faced and serious. “I don’t want the team to fail and get hurt because of us… or me” Hiccup released a breath and smiled.

“Astrid, you cannot carry this entire team on your shoulders. Neither can I. We are leaders but-” Hiccup grabbed both of Astrid’s hands and they looked at each other. “- but we are a team, Astrid. It’s not all Astrid, or all Fishlegs, or all Toothless, or anything. It’s us.” Hiccup smiled softly and moved Astrid’s bangs from her eyes. Astrid was tense and relaxed again. “I-I love you, sure… but that won’t change how we function as a team. If anything I think our team can only become stronger.” Astrid looked down at their hands and smiled lightly. As she breathed she felt the stress, the weight of the world, the weight of the lives of so many dragons in captivity… if she could just get her hands on Viggo right now she’d–

Hiccup grabbed Astrid’s head lightly and kissed her. Her anger gone, she reached for Hiccup and kissed back. She heard Stormfly grunt teasingly but she and Hiccup did not stop. They had their moment. Finally they released, touching foreheads and feeling each other’s breaths.

“I love you too,” Astrid spoke extremely softly, as though the words were thin ice. Hiccup proceeded to wrap his arms around her and they prolonged their moment.

Nothing was solved. There was still immense responsibility for both of them. But Astrid felt better and Hiccup did to. So they sat there and breathed together, eventually heading down to dinner with the gang. The night bustled with stories and laughs. Stormfly got her energy out by playing with Toothless (yes, yes, how ironic.) The night ended with a goodnight kiss when no one was looking. Hiccup smiled like a goof and Astrid figured she did too. She set her head to her pillow with peace and warmth.

Common, Astrid, don’t get distracted!

“Shut up,” she laughed to herself. “I’m not distracted.”

(I’m sorry for my lack of knowledge of Dragons Edge geography. I’m having trouble picturing it in my mind. :P)

on the futon in her room
your eyes on mine
I asked you, what you were thinking about.
you, you said. nothing else.
just you.

in her kitchen
you hummed one of my favorite songs, and I hugged you.
im sorry, I said. nothing else.
im sorry.

on her back porch
your eyes avoiding mine
it rolled off your tongue sticky and slow.
we both cried.

in her car
we used to hold hands in the backseat.
the smiths were playing, you sang along.
we didn’t look at each other then.

her futon doesn’t exist anymore to me. nor her kitchen, her back porch, her car.
and neither do we.

—  friends can break your heart too

yes-everhopeful  asked:

Who do I have to bribe to get a hug out of Bellamy and Marcus? I feel like if they've gotten this painful part of their history out in the open maybe it's another step to actually being the father and son neither have known but it's really like a tease of when it'll happen. After kabby it's my favorite relationship.

So here’s what I think.

I think the theme of “from the ashes we will rise” is being applied very literally to a couple of these characters, most clearly so far Kane and the Blakes (which is ironic because a few episodes ago they were the three where I was the most concerned the show had no idea what to do with them, but they CLEARLY do after that fucking fantastic episode last night).  Kane, Bellamy and Octavia all are getting burned down to ashes.  They’re literally hitting their absolute lowest point.  We saw Octavia turn the corner in tonight’s episode, after being so distraught that she tried to kill herself by walking out into the black rain and then having sex with Ilian just to give herself something to feel besides crushing, miserable sorrow.  That was her “ashes” moment, everything burned away, reduced to her lowest, darkest point.  But then she woke up in the morning and she threw her knives into the water and left them behind, because after she almost died, she’s become a person who can’t kill anymore.  Ilian was right that whatever release that used to provide for her is gone.  And she’s already different, as we can see from the way she can see Ilian’s humanity in a new way that she couldn’t before because she was blinded by anger.  So now Octavia has come out of the ashes and she’s about to rise.  I don’t know what she’s gonna do but I know that every single person involved in the show who has been asked which character has the best arc this season has said Octavia, so it’s probably going to be something awesome.

I think for Kane and for Bellamy, both separately and together, what we got last night was their “ashes” moment, with the turnaround and resolution still to come.  Bellamy is overwhelmed by the sheer number of people he can’t save, by his feelings of failure, by his fear for Octavia, and by the collective series of losses he’s experienced that all came back up again at once when he was stuck in the Rover in the mud.  And Kane is in a similar position; all he wants to do is help everyone and he can’t help anybody.  He can’t comfort Bellamy, he can’t save his two stranded people, he can’t protect Harper from her guilt or heal the man she’s watching die, he can’t be there with Abby when she has to do the hardest thing she’s ever done in her life, he can’t bring Octavia home, and also - crucially - he can’t erase the things that he did on the Ark, even though he’s been trying since he landed on Earth to repent and be better as though that could wipe those sins away.  So they both end this episode at the lowest of their low points in four whole seasons, and I don’t think it’s accidental that it happens when Clarke and Abby - who are the people who keep both of them grounded and make them feel understood - are so far out of reach. 

But Octavia was down in the dark place too, and she turned the corner and came back around into the light.  She’s rising from the ashes.  So I think Bellamy and Kane are next.  I think Kane’s arc for the rest of the season was set up very neatly by this episode and that it’s going to connect in some way with Jaha’s, and that we’re going to explore the question of whether Kane becoming a better man made him a less effective leader, and whether Jaha’s political savvy and ability to manipulate a situation to his advantage was, as Clarke tells Jasper in that scene in the brig, a whole lot more vital to keeping the peace on the Ark than anyone (INCLUDING ME TBH????) ever gave Jaha credit for.  So I think a Kane/Jaha team-up where we see maybe an inversion of Season 1 (Jaha as Kane’s second-in-command instead of Kane as Jaha’s?) might emerge as the connective thread between the Cadogan story and the Arkadia story and that Kane is going to be instrumental in finding a way to lead his people and prove himself and save them.  And I think his relationship with Bellamy will be key to that; we got that “you turn the page and you don’t look back” moment from them in the season premiere that I think was really significant and it feels like the show is setting us up for their big “rise from the ashes” moment to be something that involves them working together. 

Because the important thing to remember is that every facet of their complicated relationship can be equally true at the same time; Kane is the man who floated Bellamy’s mom, and neither Kane nor we can dismiss that even if we want to; but he’s also one of the only characters in this entire show that Bellamy has ever opened up to like he does when he talks about his mom and baby Octavia in that heartbreaking scene over the radio.  So his anger at Kane for the loss of his mom, which is real, and which has always been there, does not erase the relationship they’ve built on the ground, because he’s still someone Bellamy feels safe enough with that he can let Kane see him cry.  I think looking at it like “ugh Bellamy was being a dick” misses the depth and complexity of all the different emotional truths that were contained in those scenes. 

This relationship is so, so hugely important to both of them individually and to the show, but they had to confront the one big thing between them that they’ve never confronted before - just the way Octavia had to finally, finally, finally really confront her grief for Lincoln - in order to burn all the way down into ashes so they can rise.

I’m not giving up on a Kellamy hug yet, and neither should you.  They’re still a family.

The words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life.
—John 6:63
To one of the most religious men of His day, Jesus said, “You must be born again” (John 3:7). Nicodemus could not substitute his profound knowledge of religion for spiritual rebirth, and neither can we. I have read a book on water skiing, and it did not take long for me to learn that I could never learn to water ski by reading a book- I would have to experience it.
You may study theology and religion, but there comes a time when you must experience Christ for yourself.
Billy Graham

anonymous asked:

why are people so nonchalant and blase about eleanor? why doesnt it make you mad or upset? I feel like i'm the only one who cares that he still has to do this.

Dude you’ve gotta fucking stop this. Stop sending asks like this stop getting mad that people aren’t reacting the way you are or the way you want them to.

I do care, and it does make me upset that he has to do it. I don’t want him to be in this situation, I want him to be doing whatever he /wants/ to be doing. But sitting online and complaining and focusing on all the negative things literally affects my mood. I don’t want to be angry or upset or have all this negative energy following me around. 

Getting angry and upset and posting about it and dissecting it isn’t going to stop it from happening, I can’t change it for him. Neither can you. All we can do is watch.

If this is how you /want/ to spend your fandom time that is /fine/, you are free to be as angry and upset as you want and I won’t blame you. But I don’t want to and I’m not going to. Blog the way you want to and find people who blog the same way if you want but stop trying to guilt me or anyone into blogging the way you want me to. 

  • Sam: Who said we were done? That won't float.
  • Nathan: Well ship. Wreck'en I'll have to think of some others.
  • Sam: We will sea. Weed have to get creative.
  • Nathan: I shrimply can't think of any others.
  • Sam: Oh buoy. Neither can I.
  • Nathan: We might need an act of cod.
  • Rafe: *loads gun*
Unavailable (reader x Bucky) - Part 5 of Accidents Happen

Heyo! So I meant to have this posted last night, but I decided to try to go out and be social, therefore no time. Oddly enough, though, I’m posting this from my work because my power is out and I’m here after hours to use the wifi and charge my devices. Super crazy day. 

Anywho! This took me forever to write because this is my first attempt at a mission/action/fighting scene. Whew. I hope it makes sense and flows well. :) Send me any comments or constructive criticism in that regard! I’d love to your your thoughts. And thanks to @you-and-bucky for the tips and encouragement! 

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Unavailable (reader x Bucky) 

Characters: reader x Bucky, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Steve, OC Viktor Sokolov

Summary: Y/N is on a mission with the Avengers and things don’t exactly go as planned. 

Warnings: One swear word, action/mild violence, then some fluff!!


Originally posted by teamsteverogrs

As far as missions went, this was actually pretty boring so far. Five days in and things were finally coming together. Days were spent doing surveillance, analyzing patterns between the comings and goings of the frequent guests to the compound in Eastern Europe suspected of housing HYDRA operations. Which for you basically meant freezing your butt off in the middle of the woods in mid Winter and keeping an eye on the only road to and from the compound. Sam was in charge of scouting from above with help from Red Wing and Natasha had tapped into their computers to watch for activity. Steve had spent what seemed like forever seeking out weak points in the compound itself before calling the whole team back together with a plan for tonight.

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edgy new homestuck ending theory: i see your kids escaped the narrative and i raise you they also brought a bunch of other bullshit with them. clowns are now running amok in america. the events that are defining 2016 as the unimaginable year it is are actually just a string of performance pieces, a continuation of homestuck organized by andrew hussie himself. the kids can’t escape their comic and now neither can we. welcome to the metaverse kiddies.

Jump - Leonard McCoy

Requested by @remember-me-as-i-was. Sorry this is so late!!

Working in the psychiatric division, your friends always joked that one day you would end up a patient, not a doctor. It wasn’t hard for people to start losing their minds while in space. It’s a vast, never ending mess of stars and planets, and many start to feel little and insignificant while here. It was your job to get them back to the eager kids they were when they joined Starfleet.

At least, that was what you always told yourself. You hated using the word crazy. You would never use that word around one of your patients, because you knew how awful it was to be called that, or even think that. However, after the day you’d been having, you were starting to go crazy.

Earlier that day, an entire planet had been destroyed. An entire planet. That thought kept racing through your mind, as if you kept saying it, that maybe it would make sense. But no way that you twisted it ever made it make sense. Spock had come down to see you, only because the last few members of the Vulcan race had also come down to Med Bay. 

You worked in a small office to the side, but when you saw him you walked right out. He looked up at you with sad eyes, and shook his head. He turned around and left as quickly as he arrived. You looked over at your coworker, Dr. McCoy who only frowned at you. An entire planet.

You seemed to think that your mind would explode if you didn’t get a distraction from that horrible thought. Thankfully, after quitting time, Dr. McCoy knocked on your office door. You invited him in, and put on your best professional smile.

“What can I do for you?”

“Do you want a drink?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and he laughed a little nervously. “Sorry, it’s just been one hell of a day, and I know I could sure use one. I thought that maybe-”

“Hell yes.” He grinned and you stood up, smoothing the edges of your skirt. You followed him to his office, and he motioned for you to sit down in one of the chairs across from his desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, pouring you each one. He handed you yours and you chugged it in a second. 

“I have to say,” he said, raising an eyebrow and pouring you another. “I admire a person who can drink like that.”

“Thanks. And thanks for the drink.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m pretty sure everyone could use a drink after today.” You nodded, and relaxed into the chair. You fell into a comfortable silence where you were both realizing your fears of dying one day.

“How are the survivors?” you asked.

“Pretty good. All considering. I recommended they come see you, but-”

“They’re Vulcan. If they’re anything like Spock they’re prioritizing their emotions. Deal with the facts and the realization before the grief.” He nodded.

“Yep.” You had two more glasses before you were starting to feel a tingling in your fingers. “Did you see the looks on everyone’s faces?”

“Everyone’s considering their mortality.”

“Makes you wonder,” he trailed off.

“About what?” He looked over at you, like he was about to do something incredibly dangerous, like he was about to jump out of a plane with no parachute.

“About what you want to do in your life. You know, I had a class with you at the Academy.”

“Really?” you asked, not sure where he was going.

“Yeah. Just one. We were both on a path to a medical career, but we were only in one class together.”

“What class was that?”

“Psychology 101.” You laughed. “As you probably guessed, it wasn’t for me. I probably would have dropped it if I didn’t have a good enough distraction.” You felt a blush rising up in your cheeks, and you knew it wasn’t from the liquor.

“Dr. McCoy-”

“Leonard,” he corrected. You smiled and nodded.


“I didn’t see you after that, and then three years later, we’re working on the same ship. What kind of sign is that?” 

“Maybe that we’re really good at our jobs?” He laughed.

“I took it more as a sign of faith. Faith that we would eventually meet each other again.” The excitement in his eyes was building, and he was about to jump. “Jim didn’t believe that you were the same person, but I knew you were. I wouldn’t miss that face anywhere.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Not yet. But it wouldn’t matter if I was. Y/N, people died today, and I barely talk to you. The only time we ever talk past pleasantries is when we’re discussing a patient.”

“I don’t see how those things correspond.”

“If you died tomorrow, aren’t there things that you would want to do? That you would want to say?”

“Of course, but-”

“But what?”

“But we aren’t going to die tomorrow.”

“Can you be sure?”

“Fairly.” He grinned and you giggled a little.

“Well, you can’t be one hundred percent sure, and neither can I. So, if we were going to die tomorrow, this is what I would want to have said. Dr. Y/N Y/L/N I have had a crush on you since that first day at the Academy, and I would like to take you out on a date.” Your eyes widened and you took a second to realized what was happening. Leonard had done more than jumped. He had leaped out of the picture perfect image you had of him.



“If we died tomorrow I would have wanted to say yes to you. So yes, I will go on a date with you.” He grinned. 

“So tomorrow then?”

“I don’t know, I think the world is ending tomorrow,” you said. “Maybe the day after that for our second date.”

“Second date?” he asked.

“Well yeah. This is our first.” He smiled and you did, too. “So Thursday?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. You smiled and stood up.

“Perfect, hopefully you won’t die by then.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek before walking towards his door. “Goodnight, Leonard.”


Blast from the Past

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

Pre-Serum Steve x Reader

Blast from the Past

Author: Morgan

Prompt: I just need an imagine where skinny Steve got sent to the future (temporarily also he doesn’t know he becomes Captain America yet) and the reader takes him on a cute date answering all his questions and kisses him, leaving him all stunned before he is sent back to his own time. [idk i’ve just really wanted to teach Steve about the world today, but also I am in love with the tiny him.]

Warnings: teensy bit of language.


The Facility was quiet today, you decided. Too quiet. And whenever things around here got too quiet, something was bound to go wrong. That was the case this particular Sunday afternoon. You were reading comic books, sitting on the floor cross-legged when there was a bright, blinding flash of white light.

You squinted, blocking your eyes from the sudden flash. When it dimmed, there was a man standing there. A man you knew all too well.

“Steve?” You asked, slowly standing up. You set your book on the coffee table and walked closer. He was small, short, the version of himself he had been in the forties. You wondered if something had happened to him. Had Hydra come up with a way to reverse the serum? “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, do I know you?” the smaller Steve asked, rubbing his eyes and looking around. A second ago he had been standing in a cafe in Brooklyn, and now he was…well he didn’t know that much. “Where am I?”

The larger, super-soldier Steve walked into the room precisely at that moment, wide-eyed. In some part of his memory, he remembered this. As quickly as he came in, he left, not that small Steve seemed to notice.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” You introduced. “You’re in upstate New York. I’ll…um…I’ll be right back. Stay right here. Don’t move.”

“O-Okay then…” Steve hesitantly took a seat on the couch and you dashed into the hall after normal Steve.

“Steve!” you hissed. A pair of large muscular hands reached out of a supply closet and pulled you inside.

“I thought it was a dream. I thought all of this was a dream,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?”

“The little guy in there is me…was me. I don’t know how it happened, but I remember it somehow. A little. But it was too crazy for me to ever accept as reality.” Steve continued.

“You’re saying you were sent here from the past.”

“I was, yeah.”

“So what do we do?”

“I can’t do anything,” Steve said. “Neither can Bucky. We have to stay the hell away from him and pretty much hide out in here until Tony can figure out how to send him back. Send me back. This is confusing.”

“No shit,”

“How about…You have to distract him. Take him out of here. Like on a little date or something. He doesn’t go out much. He’ll love it, I promise,” Steve instructed, blue eyes meeting yours. He smiled a little, as if remembering something that had yet to happen. A rosy blush found its way to his cheeks.

“What?” You asked, cheeks burning red. How long you had been hopelessly crushing on Captain America, you couldn’t say. But now you were getting the chance to go on a date with him. Kind of.

“Nothing. Just-”

“Why the hell is a tiny version of you standing in the living room?” Tony asked, bursting into the closet. You both jumped, looking at him wide-eyed. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt your make-out session?” he snapped.

“Don’t worry about it. (Y/N)’s gonna take him out on a date until you can figure out how to send him back.”

“Okay. Good. That’s a good plan.” Tony nodded, smirking at your flustered face. “Get out there.”

“Okay,” you nodded, walking out of the closet.

“(Y/N),” Steve said. You turned to look at him. “Thanks for this,”

“No problem,”


“So this is the future,” small Steve stated, looking around the enormous parking garage full of all of the Avengers’ vehicles. Some were new, some were old. Some were high-tech, some were ordinary mini-vans. It was quite a sight.

“Yep. The year 2016.”

“God, I’m probably dead.” Steve shook his head. “Or really, really old I guess.”

“Yeah, I bet,” you chuckled. “So where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know. Where do you want to go?” he asked.

“I’ll figure something out,” You pulled a motorcycle helmet off of the wall and handed it to him before leading him over to your bike. You swung a leg over and patted the seat behind you. “Hop on,”

“Um, okay. I’ve, uh, never rode on one of these before.”

“First time for everything, right?”


“What’s this place?” Steve asked, looking up at the bright lights of Times Square. You figured if you were going to show him the future, you should go big or go home.

“Steve, this is New York. Times Square.” You told him. He gasped.


“Yeah. It change a lot?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, his arms tight around your waist. You found a parking garage and parked your bike, stowing the helmets in the console.

You led him out of the garage and down the busy sidewalks, stopping in a few stores to show him things, namely, the Apple store, the Disney Store, and a giant toy store with a huge piano. You took him bowling and roller blading and out to see a movie and then you went to play laser tag and get ice cream. The sky was the limit with Tony’s credit card.

Steve spent the day laughing and smiling and joking around with you. He almost forgot that you were technically over half a century younger than him. If these were normal circumstances, he would have never met you.

Sometime in the evening, you stopped at a hot dog stand to grab a bite to eat. Both of you sat on a bench nearby.

“I’ve had a lot of fun today, (Y/N). Thanks.”

“No prob, Steve.”

“So um,” Steve looked at you. “You knew me when I… Are we friends?”

“Yeah. We are. We have been for a few years now.” You told him.

“Am I…old?”

“Yeah, a little,” you laughed, not quite telling a lie. “Still handsome as ever though.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “I’m honestly surprised I haven’t completely embarrassed myself yet. I’m, uh, not exactly great with women.”

“I know,” you nodded, smiling. “You took me on a tour once. Of all of the places you had been beaten up.”

“Yeah.” Steve shook his head. “Well, girls aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they could step on.”

“Maybe you don’t talk to the right girls,” you smirked. Steve chuckled. Your phone buzzed. It was Tony.

Tony: Guess who mastered time travel?!

“It’s Tony,” you told him. “He uh, found a way to send you back.”

“Oh,” Steve replied sadly. “I…guess we better get going then…”



You sadly stood in front of the machine Tony had built. The day had been so much fun. You never wanted it to end. But you knew it had to. Steve faced you. You took both of his hands in yours.

“Be careful back there,” you told him, trying to hold in tears. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you a hell of a lot. But for a girl like you, I’d wait a century if I had to.”

“Awww, come here,” You pulled him into a hug. “Never change, okay? Even if something happens to who you are on the outside, never change who you are on the inside.”

“I promise I won’t,” he said softly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He pulled out of the hug to look at you. “I have to do something now because I’m afraid I might never get the chance.”

“Okay. Go for it.” you nodded, meeting his eyes. He started to lean forward, closing his eyes, but he stopped, nerves acting up. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to you, kissing him passionately. He kissed back timidly, lips moving along with yours. Shaky hands found your waist and he gingerly held you. Your hands moved from his collar to his soft cheeks, holding his face gently.

He pulled away with stars in his eyes.

“Woah,” he stated, shocked in the best way. “I…just…holy…”

“I’ll see you soon, I promise.” You smiled softly.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Not soon enough.”

Steve gave one lingering glance at you before stepping through the portal Tony had built and disappearing. The other Steve walked through the door, arms crossed, showing off his monstrous biceps. His shirt hugged his chest muscles tightly and now he towered over you. You couldn’t believe how different he was. But if you were being honest, you loved him either way.

“So uh, now you know,” Steve rubbed the back of his neck.

“Know what?”

“Know that I’ve been in love with you since the 1940’s but I thought I would never see you again.” He confessed.

“You have? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted that first kiss to be our first kiss,” he stated, watching you with his gentle blue eyes. “I didn’t know if it had been real until today, but now that I know it was, I guess it’s safe to show you these,” he handed you his sketchbook, a very, very old sketchbook that you were fairly certain he had gotten from the museum.

You opened to the middle of the book and flipped through his sketches, finding one of yourself. You gasped. The signature in the corner had a date with it. 5-6-41.

“Steve…” You whispered softly, tears in your eyes. He pulled you to his chest, holding you in his arms.

“When I met you again, after the ice, I realized it hadn’t happened. It wouldn’t happen for a while, and when he showed up today…” Steve sighed. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. His large hand stroked your chin, tilting your head up towards his. And for the first time in over seventy years, he kissed you again.