nightstand books

the reason why i love modern au bellarke? because they’re such an aesthetic™ that’s what. 

clarke as a young artist with paint-splattered hands and shorts, not to mention the golden waves of her hair that always fall on her face. clarke as the van gogh enthusiast who has a starry night poster taped to her ceiling, the woman who can only cook things that involve spaghetti, who puts on lipstick at 7 pm simply because she feels like it and dances around the kitchen in one of bellamy’s old sweatshirts. 

bellamy as the history nerd with a heart of gold who makes sure that there are always plants in the house and flowers on clarke’s nightstand, who reads 10 books a month, who leaves leftovers in the fridge for clarke, who loves sitting on the rooftop and watch the stars, who’s all bright smiles and freckles, solves crossword puzzles on a sunday morning, leaving coffee stains on the newspaper. 

and together, she traces her fingertips over the constellations of freckles on his skin and he twists the golden waves of her hair around his fingers. they have the perfect height difference for casual forehead kisses and making out while she sits on the kitchen countertop. 

yep, they’re #aesthetic    

1. Send thank you notes

2. Practice good posture

3. Speak more softly

4. Listen without interrupting

5. Wear solid colours

6. Ignore fads, or use them sparingly

7. Have a signature wine that you serve at home

8. Wear only 2-3 accessories

9. Have impeccable manners

10. Read on a variety of topics

11. Maintain a budget

12. Study the arts

13. Have one signature perfume/cologne

14. Show restraint in expressing anger

15. Learn the art of conversation

16. Learn French

17. Wear a trench coat

18. Learn how to wear a scarf

19. Wear a tuxedo, when one is called for

20. Practice quality over quantity

21. Don’t yell or scream

22. Learn to dance the waltz

23. Have one fabulous signature meal you serve guests

24. Remember birthdays

25. Go on picnics

26. Wear dresses/suits more often, and on dates

27. Simplify your life, your home and your calendar

28. Wear pearls

29. Men, Open the door for ladies

30. Ladies, et him open the door for you

31. Remember that it’s more important to be kind than it is to be right

32. Serve coffee or tea after meals

33. Arrive exactly on time

34. Don’t complain

35. Dress to travel

36. Be well travelled

37. If you’re a woman, don’t wear black shoes between Memorial Day and Labor Day…wear spectator pumps instead

38. Keep your home clean and uncluttered

39. When guests stay over, put a small pitcher and glass for water on their nightstand, along with a book they might enjoy

40. Learn how to host a small dinner party

41. Have one subdued solid colour scheme throughout your home, use accessories to add colour

42. Learn how to make the perfect martini

43. Learn how to tie both a regular tie and a bow tie (whether you’re a man or a woman)

44. Be a lady or a gentleman at work, especially when delivering a difficult message or when tempers flare

45. Wear lovely/handsome hats

46. Don’t point out the mistakes of others

47. Wait your turn patiently

48. Don’t curse

49. Chew each bite 20 times

50. Sip your drink

51. Learn proper etiquette for all situations

52. Accept compliments graciously

53. Be quietly self confident

54. Don’t boast

55. Be respectful of others

56. Have fresh flowers in your home

57. Write a letter rather than send an email to those you love

58. Keep your nails well manicured

59. Maintain your shoes and clothing

60. Don’t ever lose your joie de vivre

61. Be well groomed

62. Remember that money does not equal elegance, nor is it necessary to be elegant

63. Wear less make-up

64. Wear well-fitting clothes

65. Spray lavender on your sheets

66. Be positive

67. Learn to politely say no

68. Be concerned with making others feel comfortable

69. Maintain good health

70. Don’t overindulge

71. Hold yourself to high standards

72. Turn your mobile off at dinner

73. Wear simple, classic hairstyles

74. Think before you speak or act. Ask yourself, can anything good come from this?

75. Apoligize sincerely

76. Have integrity

77. Don’t speak ill of others, or gossip

78. Always take a gift to your host or hostess

79. Tie a scarf on your handbag

80. Take a clutch in the evening

81. Wear well fitting jeans with either a long sleeve white shirt or solid sweater for more casual events

82. Only wear sneakers for exercise

83. Use white sheets, white towels, white dishes

84. Be sure your clothes are pressed

85. Your car’s horn should say “pardon me, but do you see me?”, rather than “get out of my way!”

86. Overdo empathy

87. Light candles in your home

88. Go for walks in the park on Sunday

89. Give others sincere compliments

90. Understand your own worth

91. Learn how to open a bottle of champagne

92. Dress appropriately for the occasion

93. Do small favours for others, without expecting anything in return

94. Say please and thank you

95. Take the time to stop and listen to others, especially children

96. Take responsibility for yourself and your own happiness

97. Keep a journal

98. Give thoughtful gifts, rather than expensive ones

99. Less is more

100. Savour the moment

—  100 Ways to be Elegant by me (via pearlsandcurlsandpreppygirls)

anonymous asked:

Can you do 29 for the prompt list

Kara pushed the door open slowly, reverently, like she was entering a temple, like she might disturb the spirits still lingering there.

Part of her felt guilty for never returning her key. She planned to give it back to Eve plenty of times, but something in her just couldn’t. Now, she was glad she kept it. It made sneaking in that much easier. Not that she wouldn’t have found another way, because this — breaking into Cat’s empty condo — was all she had left, and the only thing worse than losing her completely was knowing she’d never get the chance to say goodbye. Not the way she wanted. Not how she would have if she knew the last time they were together would really be the last.

She kept tabs on her travels at first, tracing her movements on a map each day with her fingers, like they would somehow paint a picture that made sense of her decision to leave. After hearing nothing for weeks, she knew she needed to move on. She was restless in her absence, agitated, and it affected her work. Eventually she became less invested, distracting herself with other things, other people, losing track of exactly where in the world Cat had landed, until that was, news broke of the earthquake in Nepal.

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Family (Steve x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to post!! I was just a bit busy the past few days haha😅 Anyways, I’m sorry again because I didn’t know what kind of difficulties to write because I’m not really, um, good at that area but I hope you don’t mind!! Anyways, enjoy!!

Request: Hey darling. Well I could need a bit distraction so I thought I could send you a request. A Steve Rogers imagine where his wife is pregnant with their first baby so they’re both excited and nervous. Later while Steve is on a mission she gets admitted to the hospital cause of some difficulties with the baby & it also needs to be operated. So Steve rushes home immediately and is there for them but it all turns out fine and he takes care of her all the time. When the baby is born it’s all perfect?

“We’ll be fine,” you said, smiling as you patted your husband on the chest.

Steve looked at you, reluctant to leave you.

“The baby isn’t due for about three weeks, and besides if anything happens, Bucky is here,” you assured him. Steve glanced at his best friend who smiled and clapped his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I’ll take care of her,” Bucky said, before glancing and smiling at your protruding belly. “And the little one.”

“I know you will,” Steve sighed before letting a smile slip on his face as he leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss. “I’ll be back soon.”

You pushed him in the direction of the quinjet before waving. “Be back soon, dear, love you!”

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Soulmate AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader (Supernatural)

Prompt: Soulmate AU where you get a book at birth in which each page is a day and each chapter is a year. Each day, you get some information about their day, some things they said, some things they felt, some activities. Also, the last thing in the book will be the first words they said to you. 

Requested?: Yes, by me. 

Word count: 4,500 (Damn, that’s long)

(A/N):  this is not my idea. Normally I write down from who I stole it, but I forgot. So if you know who made this idea, let me know! & I am obsessed with Supernatural and I love Dean! SO, that’s why! Heehee;)

Originally posted by zest-wincest

Dean Winchester had always loved reading his book. The book about his soulmate, the only connection between them. At young age, he was confused as why her parents were so strict. She needed to run, and swim and at age seven, his soulmate got a knife for her birthday. But what was weird was that she didn’t seem to mind. Dean soon understood she was a hunter, just like he was becoming. That didn’t scare him. He knew she, as his soulmate, would be able to handle herself. 

When Dean got older, he loved reading about her even more. She was really smart and good, she worked mostly alone and loved llama’s, which he thought was pretty amusing. He liked how she always was pretty happy, no matter what her injuries or the job was. The book said her smile was one to die for. He liked how she could flirt with boys, just for information. He liked how she was funny and drank tea with alcohol and drank tequila after each job. He fell in love with her, slowly and not because of her looks. He didn’t know how she would look. He hoped she was pretty. 

Dean and Sam were at a motel, there was a job close by, but they wouldn’t make it there until tomorrow. Sam was in the shower, so Dean had a little bit time for him alone. Out of his bag, he took the already large book. Each chapter represented a year, and he was glad the book was so big, meaning she was still alive. The last few days, he hadn’t been able to read the book because of his research and the job. He had to catch up on a few days. 

Walking around, driving in a car. 

“I like chicken nuggets, but tart is better.” 

She winked at the guy, whose mouth hung open. He wasn’t used to girl that pretty hitting on him.

Her eyes  were tired, but this night would be sleepless, she would have to do research if she wanted to finish the job tomorrow. 

Dean grinned, this was how he knew her, totally random, yet very determent. She liked to get a move on things. 

Her boots were tight, she had checked that tree times already. Her dark shirt and pants were tight and easy to fight in. She took her bag and jumped in the jeep. The house was quiet, but she knew that the ghost of Julie could show up at any moment. Pain took over as something hit her in the back of her head. With a groan, she turned around, shotgun ready. She missed. She really needed to find that stupid box. 

After what seemed like hours of reading, Dean relaxed. She was safe, mildly hurt but safe. That was the one thing he always hoped. That she would be alive, breathing and mentally healthy. He knew how it was to lose someone you care about, and he couldn’t lose her, not before they had met. Dean wasn’t really afraid she would die on a job, she had proven how good she was plenty of times. 

“Reading about your soulmate?” Sam spoke and Dean looked up, Sams tone was slightly teasingly. 

“So what? Everyone does.” Dean stated, calm, unamused. He saw Sam grin slightly.

Y/n didn’t like reading about her soulmate. She had read too much over the pain he had been through. She had read about his mothers death, and her parents had explained her everything. They didn’t know what had killed her, but it was something supernatural. She had read about how his father wasn’t really a good father. She had read about him being hungry a lot because he gave his little brother more food. That broke her heart. She wasn’t one to pity, and she told herself she didn’t pity him, but she wished he had had a better childhood, at least. 

She walked out of the warm shower, her hair falling damp over her shoulders when she sat on her bed. Y/n really wanted to read her book, she always hoped she would read he was happy that day, even when he was happy for weeks, she would still hope he was happy. She hesitated. She always did. Swallowing hard, she took the book from the nightstand. The book felt heavy on her lap. 

He and his brother sneaked into the dark building, under the police tape to the house. His brother was first. The remains of the ghost where in the house, they only needed to find it before the ghost found them. They started from the basement, they had no clue where the body could be. He screamed, yelled for his brother to duck before firing. The ghost vanished, but they knew he would come back. He said that his brother needed to search upstairs, they didn’t have much time. He went downstairs, stairs made a lot of noise. His flashlight gave him some light. He opened doors, cabins, closets. But he noticed the newer wall. The bricks still had color. he yelled for his brother, not wanting him to be in more danger then needed. His brother stumbled it, gun ready. Together they broke down the wall, and an old corpse rolled out. Salt and burn. This job was done. 

Y/n wanted more information, she always wanted more. But she knew that she wouldn’t. She hoped they would meet soon. Y/n didn’t want to go to sleep, even though she was tired. So, longing for her soulmate, she read her favorite parts again. The parts where he was happy, where he had a reason to smile. That always made her heart warm. 

Dean and Sam Winchester sat in a diner, talking about the job. 

“So, you think it is a vengeful spirit?” Sam asked Dean, leaning in over the table. 

“Yes, I think it is. I mean, people disappearing near a forest? I checked it, and each year, in one week, this week, every night at least one person disappears. And that for seven days.” Dean took a sip out his cup. 

“Okay, this is a job. But where do we start?” Dean wanted to answer that question, but then something caught his eye. No, a someone. A young woman walked past. Her hair fell over shoulders, decoration her leather jacket. She had a very tight pair of jeans on, and high heels. Dean didn’t notice she stood slightly unstable on the shoes. When she stopped by a table, Dean saw her red lips, flirty smile and low cut tank top. The man she talked to asked her to sit, and Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Even though there was obvious flirting, she didn’t seen interested. He wondered why she sat by him. 

“Dean,” Sam started. “are you even listening?” Dean teared his eyes away from the beautiful woman. 

“Yes, of course I was.” 


Only a few hours had passed, Dean would talk to a few people, and Sam, Sam would do some more research. Dean chose a house which was very close to the forest. It if was a spirit, then maybe they would know. He knocked on the door and was surprised when he saw the man the beautiful woman had flirted with. 

“Hello, I’m from the police. I wanted to ask you a few questions about last night disappearance.” Dean smiled and the man, a slight hint of envy in his eyes. 

“Come in.” He said and stepped aside. Inside the house it was cold, most things were dark and there were no flowers. he wouldn’t be surprised if he smelled death. 

Once Dean sat, he started to ask questions. until he couldn’t help it anymore. 

“So, you home alone? I mean if your girlfriend is here I would like to ask her a few questions.” Dean asked casually. 

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” the man almost snapped. 

“Easy there, I just thought you had because you are so gentle.” Dean gave the man a sarcastic smile, he had everything he needed. 

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A Robe By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet

A missing scene from the night Ed tells Oswald he’d do anything for him. However did Oswald end up wearing that robe again the following morning?

“You can always count on me,” Ed says. Oswald folds him into an embrace.

“Thank you,” he says, and he can’t stop smiling. The hug is long, and tender. Ed hooks his chin over Oswald’s shoulder and he marvels at how well they fit together, the outcome unexpected but welcome. He doesn’t want to let go, pulling Ed tighter to him, fingers digging into the robe.

Ed coughs, and Oswald jerks back. “I’m sorry, please, you should finish the tea.”

Ed picks up the cup and takes a small sip, “That was nice. And so is the tea.”

Oswald laughs, ducking his head and blushing. “I never pegged you for a hugger.”

“I don’t tend to think of you in that way, either,” Ed replies impishly, peering at him over the lip of the cup.

“Well, there’s more where that came from,” Oswald jokes, running a hand across Ed’s shoulders. He slots Ed under his arm, holding onto his right shoulder and keeping them pressed together while Ed finishes his tea. There’s a small smile on his face, letting Oswald know the gesture is not unwelcome.

“Did your mother hug you often?” Ed asks quietly. Oswald is startled by the question, but mostly he feels a little nostalgic.

“She did. They were very comforting… I miss her every day.” Ed nods.

“You give very good hugs,” he says, “You must have learned that from her.” Oswald feels something warm in his chest at the idea that his mother has somehow passed that skill onto him; it makes him feel closer to her, to her memory.

“Thank you,” he says instead, squeezing Ed’s shoulder. “You should probably get some rest, it’s been a long night.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I get a fic where Feyre gets the flu and Rhys and Cassian take turns taking care of her?

A/N: I really liked this prompt!  I liked writing some Cassian & Feyre bro time.  And plus I love the whole Rhysand Cassian dynamic.  Plus I think my love for feysand goes without saying.  Also a brief nod to Nessian :)  Hope you enjoy!


Early morning sunlight speared through a split in the dark velvety curtains that fended off the winter chill.  Still sluggish from sleep, Feyre flipped onto her back, eyes squinted as she swiped at her embarrassingly drool damp face.  Scrubbing the sleep from her bleary vision, she fought to swallow against the swollen feeling in her throat, before letting out an almighty sneeze that racked her achy body with sharp pains from her cough weary diaphragm to her tight back muscles, a gift from her dehydrated body.

Scratching her scalp messily, she turned habitually to find Rhysand, only to recall he was currently on a week long visit with the Illyrians, observing - and ensuring implementation of - their new gender inclusive training programs.  She’d intended to accompany him, but her visit to the mortal realm with Cassian and Nesta had taken longer than expected, and Rhysand had promised things would be fine without her there for this trip.

Normally she would’ve put up a fight, but as soon as she entered the townhouse in Velaris, her body had essentially rebelled against her; sinuses filled, body racked with chills, raw throat, and a complete inability to keep any sustenance down beyond chamomile tea with honey, plain broth, and if she was lucky, bland crackers.

So far, Feyre had managed to camouflage her symptoms over the bond, hoping to avoid alerting Rhysand’s territorial fae male instincts, which would inevitably lead to a frantic, and needless, winnow home.  Not that the selfish part of her didn’t want him here with her, but her reasonable High Lady of the Night Court knew how important it was for him to stay.  Plus Cassian had taken it upon himself to nurse her back to health.

As if summoned by her thoughts, the General breezed into her and Rhysand’s room, heavily laden tray in hand, “Welcome to the land of the living High Lady.”

“If I had any strength left in my muscles I’d smack that smirk off your face,” Feyre groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead, in the vain hope of staving off her growing migraine.

Cassian’s laugh rumbled in his chest as he took three long strides toward the empty table carelessly dragged to her bedside after realizing her already book covered nightstand would not suffice for her health care remedies, and slid a steaming cup of what smelled like black tea onto the smooth surface, along with various vials filled with questionable looking potions.

“How’s my patient today?”

Feyre narrowed her eyes, “I told you I can take care of myself.”

Handing her the first of the five vials, Cassian frowned, “Says the female who just told me she was too weak to smack a smirk from my face.”

Grumbling she downed the purplish liquid with a grimace. 

“Although it is a pretty strong smirk,” Cassian mused exchanging the empty one for the shimmering blue rounded bottle.

Tipping her head back and letting the thick sludge slide down her worn throat, already feeling the numbness settle in, Feyre adjusted her pillows, sitting up against the headboard, “My throat feels - felt -  like I swallowed gravel and I can’t breathe through my nose.”

“And you don’t look too smashing either,” Cassian drawled, hazel eyes dancing with mischief.

“I’m not going to be sick forever, and I’m still a Daemati,” Feyre shot back, reaching for the other potions and swallowing them as quickly as possible, pungent flavors mixing unpleasantly on her tongue.

Anticipating the bad taste, Cassian is waiting to hand her the tea he prepared, now cooled to the perfect temperature.  As the warm liquid slips down her swollen throat, Feyre lets out a satisfied moan, “Oh.  That’s good.”

Cassian smiles and pats her knee in an unexpected show of affection, “I’m glad Feyre.”

Humming as she takes another cautious sip, Feyre settles the cup back into it’s matching blue and gold china saucer on her lap, “You haven’t contacted Rhys, right?”

Wincing, Cassian nodded, “My lips are sealed.  When he finds out you may need to return the favor and nurse me back to health.”

Smirking around her tea, Feyre laughs, “I think you have the wrong Archeron sister.”

Noting the uncharacteristic softening around his eyes at her allusion to her eldest sister, Feyre complied when Cassian brushed past the topic, “Rhys should be back in Velaris today, assuming all went to plan.”

Heart thumping at his words, Feyre’s chapped lips spread in a genuine smile as she slid her half empty tea onto the nighstand on top of one of her current reads. 

She waved away the proffered crackers and settled back into her pillows, night clothes bunching uncomfortably, but she was too exhausted to care, “I think I’ll sleep again.”

With a frown, Cassian nodded, patting her head in a brotherly manner as he gathered the empty containers, leaving behind the crackers with a pointed look.

“Thanks Cass.”

He offered a curt bob of his head, knocking twice on the door frame before pulling the door closed until just a sliver of the hall was visible beneath Feyre’s increasingly heavy eyelids.

Some undetermined amount of time later, she woke to a dimmer room and the door clicking closed.  Groaning, she smashed her face into the fever heated pillow, sweat clammy skin sticking to the silken cotton, “Cassian is it time for those ghastly potions already.”

“I don’t particularly like hearing you say another male’s name in bed, Feyre darling,” came the familiar purr.

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets  asked:

Ummm... Hi! If you're still doing the Childhood headcannons, I love the one you wrote for bones, but I would love either a Jim or Spock headcannons, AOS :D If you don't have time that's perfectly alright ☺️

Childhood headcanons, 6/10, for @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets 

Originally posted by treksanity

AOS Jim Kirk 

 Warnings - Angst, mentions of abuse/neglect, canon (kind of) character death. This is not a happy headcanon.

Random Fact Jim’s first steps

Jim learns to run before he learns to walk.

He’s ten months old – Jim’s always been advanced for his age – and Sam, a little man at nearly four, is holding a toy communicator. 

A shiny toy communicator.

“Kirk to bridge,” Sam says theatrically, flipping open the comm unit with more force than strictly necessary, “Come in, bridge.”

“Mine,” says Jim, reaching a chubby little hand and furrowing his tiny brow.

“Beam me out, boys!” Sam shouts joyfully, smirking at his little brother. “There are monsters here.” 

He turns, clinching the comm tightly in his fist, and runs.

And Jim follows him.

Jim’s first memory

Jim’s first memory is of books.

It’s a hazy memory, muddled and vague, just a snapshot in time. 

Jim’s in Winona’s bedroom.

Apparently, he’d climbed on to her bed, and apparently, had pried open the nightstand where she’d kept the bedtime stories – trains and boats and starships, always starships.

Apparently, he’d found his favorite book – Captain Angelou and the Battle of the Black Hole. 

What Jim remembers, though, is flipping shiny pages with clumsy fingers. He’s curled up in Mommy’s good dressing gown, sky-blue silk cool against his bare legs.

He’s sitting in the open drawer of the nightstand, book in his lap, a smile on his lips.

Best Friend

Sam is Jim’s best friend.

It’s Sam who’s always been at Jim’s side, Sam who understands Jim like no one else can, Sam who’d drawn Frank’s attention and deflected his blows, Sam who had stood by Jim when nobody else would.

If Jim is fire, a raging inferno, blazing anger and burning passion, Sam is water; cool, still, but deep, enduring, a force of nature, calm but dangerous, unstoppable, relentless, understated, powerful.

Sam is the INTP to Jim’s ENFP, the absent minded professor to Jim’s social butterfly.

“See the minnows, Jim?” Sam would ask quietly as Jim had collected the largest rocks he could find to drop loudly into the creek – the larger the sploosh, the better – “I wonder what they think when the sunlight hits the weeds?”

And Jim wonders, too.

Sam is older, more mature, calm and collected as Jim struggles with the injustice and inconsistency that is his life.

“Why?” Jim would ask through tears.

Why is Frank such a bastard?

Why can Mom not look me in the face? 

Why does everyone leave?

“I don’t know, Jim,” Sam would answer softly, reaching to take Jim’s hand in his own. “I don’t know.” 

It never occurs to Jim, not once, that he might take Sam for granted.

Not until he loses him.

Least favorite food

 Jim divides up his life, sorts his experiences, by time.

 There is Before Tarsus and After Tarsus.

Before Tarsus, Jim is a picky eater – thin crust cheese pizza or chicken tenders – not nuggets, never nuggets – with macaroni and ketchup. The macaroni cannot touch the chicken, but the ketchup must douse both, or Jim will not touch any of it.

After Tarsus, Jim eats what’s on his plate, mindlessly, mechanically.

He doesn’t have a least favorite food.

Defining moment

“Don’t you ever let anyone see you, Jim,” Sam tells Jim every day.

Jim is fourteen, Sam is nearly seventeen.

They’re thin, scrawny, but not emaciated, not yet. Mercifully, Tarsus IV, for the most part, has a temperate climate, and they make do with what they have, scrounging off the land, surviving in the wild.

Sam is observant and thorough, testing the edibility of indigenous roots and weeds on the soft skin of his inner arm, and Jim learns to catch fish with his bare hands, luring them to the surface with his fingers.

It’s a system they fall into naturally. Sam gathers, Jim hunts. Sam plots, and Jim provides.

They eat raw. “No fire,” Sam tells Jim firmly. “Not until we have no choice, Jim. The smoke will lead them right to us.”

They sleep with their backs pressed against one another, huddled beneath a spread of dry leaves for warmth, scattering the meager evidence of their presence in the morning.

One day, Sam leads them to the woods just north of Governer Kodos’ property.

“I don’t want you going out today, Jim,” Sam says that morning. He pauses what he’s doing, dropping his dulled knife in order to look Jim soberly in the eye.

Jim nods, because Sam’s been right for the past four months, and Jim’s not going to argue, not now. 

“Remember,” Sam starts, reaching for Jim’s shoulder, catching his gaze with gentle brown eyes. “Don’t let anyone -”

“I know, I know,” Jim laughs. It’s been the same warning every day. “Don’t let anyone see me.”

“Got it in one,” Sam says with a smile. “I’ll be back before sunset.”

The soldiers come in the dead of night.

“We know you’re here,” they call, the harsh light of their lamps spilling into the darkness of the caves. “Come out now, and Kodos will be merciful.”

“Shit,” Sam breathes, catching Jim’s fingers in a vice grip and pulling him silently behind a large rock. Their backs are to the interior wall of the cave - there is no escape, nowhere to run. “How did they find us?” 

Jim thinks about the little girl he’d seen yesterday, all wide green eyes and sunken cheeks, thinks about the wild tuber he’d offered her – “Here, eat this,” – thinks of Sam sneaking silently around the gardens of the governor, hunting scraps and weeds, careful to take only what wouldn’t be missed. 

“Don’t let anyone see you, Jim, not ever,” Sam had said, had told him a thousand times.

“I won’t, Sam,” Jim had answered, had told him a thousand times.

The footsteps move closer. Jim counts them, in the dark. There are three guards, he realizes, all armed with phasers, all alert, all healthy and strong. 

Jim’s heart sinks in his chest.

“You can’t win, boy,” the first one taunts. He is closer now, close enough that Jim can count the soft wheeze of his breaths. “We know you’re here.”

Sam catches his shoulders sharply, presses his hand hard against Jim’s lips to stifle his startled yelp. “Jim,” he whispers, hardly a breath in the silence. “Listen to me.”

Jim is listening.

“You’ve got to run.” Sam’s eyes are wide and dark, sharper than Jim’s ever seen them.

Jim opens his mouth to protest.

“No, listen,” Sam’s saying, pinching Jim’s skin sharply. Jim gasps, the sound muffled by Sam’s warm skin. “I’m going to distract them, but you’ve got to run, do you hear me?”

There’s something dark, deadly, in Sam’s gaze. 

Jim nods.

He’s never seen Sam so focused, so serious.

“Run, Jim. Run for all you’re worth, and don’t you dare look back.”

Jim nods, breathless, and then, quicker than he can blink, Sam’s releasing him, jumping into the blinding light of the guard’s lanterns with his hands raised.

“Here I am,” he says easily.

The guards smirk. 

Jim watches in horror as one levels his phaser at Sam’s forehead.

Sam is unflinching, fearless.

“I don’t believe in no-win scenarios,” he announces softly to the cold barrel of the weapon as it digs into his skin. 

The phaser fires with a high pitched whine. 

And Jim, Jim runs.

Biggest fear

Before Tarsus, Jim’s biggest fear is drowning.

There’s something about suffocating, about knowing what’s happening but being powerless to stop it, about the cold water pulling eagerly at him, churning, swirling, that gives Jim nightmares.

After Tarsus, Jim’s biggest fear is losing.

“I don’t believe in no win scenarios,” Sam had said.

Jim makes up his mind that he doesn’t, either.

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Stalker From Another Universe- Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader

This was requested by @azul23blue.  I hope this is what you envisioned!


You sat by the window, sipping tea from your favorite mug.  The sound of rain hitting the side of your house echoed through the window and an occasional flash of lightning and a boom from thunder graced your presence.  You sat on your bed, snuggled into the softest blanket you could find, reading about one of your most favorite characters: Jason Peter Todd.  You knew you were a little crazy for falling for a fictional character, but why couldn’t more guys be like him?  You often thought that question for every character you have fallen in love with, but you really meant it when you are referring to Jason.  He’s freakin adorable and anyone’s opinion is invalid.  Even if he’s just a fictional character, his comics never fail to comfort you or make you cry your face off.  There is never an in between.  

“Why can’t you be real?” you asked the lifeless comic book, “Nevermind, I’d rather be fictional with you.  Now I’m talking to myself again, great.”

You chugged the rest of your tea and set the mug down on your nightstand.  The comic book later joined the mug on the table with a bookmark marking your spot.  A yawn escaped from your lips and you looked at the clock that displayed 12:09.  I really need to work on my sleep schedule, you thought, but it’s worth it.  You turned your light off and snuggled even deeper into the blanket while shoving another blanket on top of you.  You put your head on your pillow and closed your eyes.  Later in the night, you were finally lulled to sleep by the rain.


You groaned when the fire from hell woke you up from your slumber.  Knowing any attempts of falling asleep again would fail, you sat up and tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes.  When you realized you weren’t in your room, you immediately shot up and surveyed the room.  

“What the fucking shit?” you screamed.

You immediately covered your mouth with your hands and widened your eyes.  Great!!  Let the psycho that kidnapped you that you’re awake!! Wonderful!!  You looked around for a weapon or something to defend yourself with and saw your comic book on the ground.  You grabbed it and held onto it as if it would save you, which it possibly could.  The door at the end of the room was yanked open and a man with black hair popped out with a gun.

“Holy shit!” you screamed while diving behind the couch.  

You looked around for your comic book but couldn’t find it anywhere.  You mentally cursed at yourself for throwing away your only weapon and twenty dollars.  You peeked your head out of the side of the couch and saw the man staring at your comic wide-eyed.  He glanced back at you and you returned to the safety of the couch.  You heard the man’s footsteps and you were frozen in place with your heart beating out of your chest.  You looked to your left slowly and saw his feet.  Your eyes drifted up and the man still had the comic in his hand.

“Is this yours?”

You nodded.

“Do you know how you got here?”

“No,” you responded.

“Is this fake?” he asked while pointing to the comic.

You gave him a confused look and nodded.

He muttered, “I knew it.”

You wondered what he meant but paid no more attention to it when he placed the book on the couch.

“Just sit there and wait a second.  I gotta make a call.”

You sat back on the couch and wondered if you should try and escape or not.  He has a gun! A freakin real ass gun!  It’s a good idea to run away from a guy with a gun at close range!  You weighed all of your options and decided to listen to the said guy with a gun.  You grabbed your blanket and snuggled into it like you did last night.  Why did he ask those questions?  Did he kidnap you or something?  You really couldn’t make up your mind of what this situation is.  A muffled conversation could be heard from the other side of the door the black-haired guy burst through and sounded like a bunch of gibberish to you.  The conversation lasted for about twenty minutes and ended with a few expletives that could definitely be heard through the wall.  He stomped out of the room and came back with two cups.  He handed one to you and you hesitantly took it.  He grabbed your cup and took a swig before handing it back to you.  You sipped the drink and realized it was your favorite tea flavor.

“What am I doing here?” you asked him.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?  I wake up in some stranger’s apartment and said stranger bursts through a door with a gun aimed at my face!”

“You done?”

“Not even started.”

He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.  You looked at his hair and saw the famous white streak that you have read about.  He’s the fucking Red Hood.  

You jumped out of the couch again and screeched, “Oh my gosh you’re- Why am I- What the shit and how the shit?”

You kept rambling until a hand grasped onto your shoulder.

“I don’t know how you got here, but you aren’t in Kansas anymore.”

“You’re freaking making a Wizard Of Oz reference when I am who knows how far from my home and stuck in a universe with superheroes and villains!  I know you’re witty but that is not making this situation better.”

He shrugged and said, “I thought it would lighten the mood?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re taking this very well.”

“It’s not everyday that you get to meet a stalker from another universe.”

Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept it. . . (Ch. 7)

Chapter 7 – Trust Building Exercise #5:  Road Trip

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are an agent who has been training for a specific mission for years.  Your boss finally informs you that Bucky is heading back to the States, so your mission is about to begin.

Warnings – Other than a few cuss words, this is pure fluff with some angst thrown in because I love it!

Word Count – 2,119

Notes – I promised you guys some fun, lighthearted moments a few chapters ago.  This is a road trip I’ve been dying to take for years, so I guess you could say I’m living vicariously through Bucky and the Reader.  Enjoy!  Feel free to leave any comments, I would love to hear what you think so far!

·         (Y/F/B) – your favorite book

Chapter One  Chapter Two Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten


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(Not exactly the car mentioned in this fic, but I love Baby!)


The surgery went smoothly, and you were putting the final metal plate back in place at the same time Dr. Cho was closing up.  Bucky was then placed in the Cradle to finish healing. Steve and Sam had stopped by briefly to let you know that they had discovered a massive Hydra compound and would probably be gone for about a week to recon the area and take the facility out of commission.

“How long will he be in there?” you asked the doctor.

“With his injuries,” she said tilting her head to think, “I would say around twelve to eighteen hours.”

You nodded your head and pulled a chair closer to the device. Exhaustion finally overtook you and you ended up falling asleep, your head and arms resting on the glass separating you from Bucky.

Bucky awoke confused and disoriented.  Looking up, he couldn’t wrap his mind around what he was seeing, you were above him, obviously asleep.  Allowing his eyes to focus, he realized that he was in the Cradle in the med bay. After a moment, the memories flooded back; the nightmare of being back in the chair, pain coursing through his entire body as they wiped his mind again.  He remembered you and Steve trying to reason with him, but the Soldier had taken over again.  When the memory of the fight came back to him, his eyes darted to you, carefully looking you over to see if you were hurt in any way.  You seemed to be fine, so he lightly tapped the glass under your head to wake you up.

Waking up, your eyes immediately went down, finding Bucky looking up at you, laughing at having caught you sleeping at his bedside.  You scowled down at him before getting up to find Dr. Cho.

“It seems as though most of your injuries have healed, but you will need to take it easy on that leg for a few days.  Between the serum and the Cradle, you will heal faster than most people with a torn ACL, but it’ll still take some time,” Dr. Cho explained as you helped Bucky to his feet.  “You should probably use this cane until it heals completely.”

“Thank you, doctor,” you said as you helped Bucky out of the med bay to head back to his room.

“Where is everyone?” Bucky asked, as he limped toward the elevator.

“Some intel came in about a Hydra compound somewhere in the Middle East,” you explained, pressing the button for the elevator.  “Steve said they would be gone about a week.”

“So, it’s just me and you?” Bucky inquired as he entered the elevator and you pressed the button for the top floor.

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Tips and reminders for the signs

Aries: have you eaten today? Strawberry banana smoothies are very nutritious and tasty. Add a few strawberries, a chopped up banana, and some plain yogurt then whip it all around in the blender. If you have energy, you’ll feel better. Please don’t forget to eat. I love you and I want you to take care of yourself. It’s always really exciting to find something new to be passionate about. Maybe you could experiment with making your own soap! The Internet has tons of cheap fast recipes for it and molds aren’t very expensive. You need to find something to get excited about, find something that makes you feel alive again.
Taurus: the days are very busy, but you need to find time to take care of yourself. Have you brushed your teeth this morning? Combed your hair? What about putting on those really comfy socks you like? It’ll make you feel better. Every step you take will be a squishy, soft step on a cloud. Maybe when you get lunch you could make yourself a little treat. Like chocolate cover strawberries! Those are wonderful and you deserve it. Eat two. And don’t you dare feel guilty about it. There is nothing wrong with treating yourself and taking care of your mental and bodily health.
Gemini: start reminding yourself everyday that what you have to say matters. Ignore all the people who want to judge you based on your sign. You’re cooler than them anyway. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you’re less than you are. Go to the store and buy yourself a brand new pillow. It sounds stupid but at the end of the day we all just want to be comforted and a super fluffy pillow will make you excited to come home. My brother taught me that, and it has helped me so much. You have to have something to look forward to.
Cancer: don’t forget to call your family if you live away from them. They love you and miss you and you aren’t alone. Maybe you could go outside and find some cute bugs and name them! I have a bumble bee in my yard that I’ve named Bernie. It’s always really exciting to see him, it makes my day better. Maybe having a little buddy outside could make your day a little better too. Don’t isolate yourself. You need love too.
Leo: don’t forget to change your bedsheets. I know it’s aggravating and it feels like it takes forever, but I promise when you lay down tonight in your cosy clean bed you’ll feel refreshed. Maybe make a little time today to go out buy yourself a sun catcher to hang in the window. Sometimes we forget how beautiful things are and little things like sun catchers can help remind us. A little beauty goes a long way.
Virgo: when was the last time you did something for yourself? Go online and find a few coupons and go out and buy yourself some nice smelling bubble bath or new soap or lotion. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but sometimes we just need something to look forward to. Even if it’s just a bubble bath with your new soaps, it’s exciting and you can stay in the bath for hours to read and relax. You could use some relaxation. Don’t push yourself so hard. You’re doing just fine, I promise.
Libra: it sucks, but maybe a little de-cluttering is what you need. Rearrange your room. Change something. Get rid of all that clutter that has been nagging at you in the back of your mind for months. Clearing out some space to work or dance or draw will help you so much. You’ll feel productive and proud of yourself and you should be proud of yourself. You’ve made it so far. We’re rooting for you. We’re all so proud of you.
Scorpio: please please please get out of the house. I know things seem pointless and exhausting but you can do this. Go look at the sky, go have a picnic or see a movie with friends. You aren’t alone, don’t let your mind trick you into thinking that you are. Buy that neat new thing you’ve had your eye on, you deserve it. Don’t forget to let yourself be happy. I know you feel strange without your sadness, but you deserve everything life has to offer. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be better than okay.
Sagittarius: you don’t have to do everything that is expected of you. Learn to say no. I know that it makes you feel like a disappointment, but no one should have the the right to make you do things that make you unhappy. Slow down, life is passing and you don’t want to miss it. Find something beautiful and let it make you feel beautiful too. Do that thing you’ve always wanted to do. Stop living for the future, it’ll make you miserable. We believe in you. You can do whatever you want. You are enough.
Capricorn: when was the last time you actually sat back and relaxed? Wal-mart sells wonderful flower bouquets for pretty low prices. Buy your favourite and put some flowers on your table or your bed-side nightstand. Read that book you’ve been pushing to the side. Make time for yourself. Your life does not have to take the backseat to your career and you are more than you think. Go to the farmers market and buy some of your favourite fresh fruit and vegetables. It’ll give you something to look forward to. You deserve to be happy.
Aquarius: stop trying to be what other people want you to be and start being who you are. You are magnificent and we all love you. Wear that outfit that you’ve been too afraid to wear and rock it. Stop telling yourself that you aren’t good enough. A lot of places have U-pick farms where you can pick fresh fruit. Look up the closest one to you and go. There’s something so wonderful about picking your own fruit; it makes you feel proud of yourself and I know you could really use that feeling right now. Maybe you could bake yourself a pie with your fresh fruit and watch a new movie while you eat it. Learn to enjoy your own company.
Pisces: no one knows you better than you know yourself. It’s time to put your foot down and start standing up for yourself. You deserve to be treated better and you know it. Get out of bed. Laying down and thinking all day will only make you feel bad. Go to Hobby Lobby buy a new candle. Their app has coupons and you can get one product for 40% off if you’re tight on money right now. You need to let go. You are your own worst enemy and I think it’s time for you to put that part of your life away and become your own best friend. I believe in you.

nephilimagnus  asked:

omg your tags on that magnus post about him being a book hoarder I'm dying omg I love that so much I can imagine Alec tripping over piles of books and finding books in places books shouldn't be just books EVERYWHERE

you’re talking about this post and i’m glad you noticed that

because just yes ugh absolutely yes. opening doors only to find they are hitting book spines. finding books in the fridge or under the duvet or perched on the back of the toilet or the sink. seeing magnus’s desk being relatively messy just makes me think that even though we have seen his place looking pretty clean, i love the idea of magnus getting really lost in his work, for instance researching something or looking for a specific spell or translating something complicated and there are just books everywhere. him picking up books and reading them as he walks to the kitchen, then leaving books there.

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