no anvils needed for that one

Okay, but now I want fic where Diana and Peggy meet in a New York bar after World War II, and sure, it’s different wars, and different Steves, but they’re both a few pints in, and and sharing each other’s pain, and somehow, they end up back at Diana’s place, and it turns into a semi-regular hookup until Diana meets Peggy at the automat one day, and the moment she sees Peggy with Angie, Diana becomes the original Cartinelli shipper, and starts encouraging Peggy to tell Angie how she feels, while dropping big, anvil like hints to Angie

Things Said at College (15)
  • Look what you did.
  • Look how dumb you looked.
  • I left work in tears, because I was so stressed.
  • It builds up, and you have to let it go.
  • She’d cry, I’d cry, I didn’t know what to do.
  • I can see that you’re angry.
  • Sometimes it’s just best to say you’re sorry.
  • ____ is me, but smaller.
  • Stinky little baby in it’s crib.
  • You don’t want an anvil on your head.
  • That’s all babies do, they work out all day long.
  • Who needs to breath? I look fine~
  • We’ll blame it on our trochanter, that’s what it is.
  • We don’t have an elbow cap.
  • If you jump on a scale, you weigh more… Not sure why anyone would want to do that.
  • That will bring a tear to my teacher eye.
  • You’re right, I am that stupid. I’ll buy those from you.
  • That is one ugly little baby skull.
  • When we see children we can’t help but want to take care of them.
  • What up non-primates, I can hold my cup special. I got thumbs.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Starter Sentence Meme (Some NSFW)
  • Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers.
  • Actually we do want trouble. We’re demons. We’re pretty much all about trouble.
  • Look at you, all afraid I’m hot for your honey.
  • I go online sometimes, but… everyone’s spelling is really bad. It’s… depressing.
  • The annoying virgin has a point.
  • We do not joke about eating people in this house!
  • Sing me a new one sometime. That one’s gone stale.
  • Nobody could do that much decoupage without calling on the powers of darkness.
  • Gee, can you vague that up for me?
  • To make you a vampire they have to suck your blood. And then you have to suck their blood. It’s like a whole big sucking thing. Mostly they’re just gonna kill you.
  • I’m sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb.
  • This tower was built by crazy people and I don’t think it’s holding up very well.
  • You don’t even know what I was writing about! ‘Hunk’ can mean a lot of things, bad things. And, when it says that your eyes are ‘penetrating’, I meant to write ‘bulging’.
  • Yeah, it was sexy the way she touched me real hard with her fists.
  • Now, this is not gonna be pretty. We’re talking violence, strong language, adult content…
  • Maybe you could blow something up. They’re really strict about that.
  • What… is this? The late-night stakeout, the bogus suspects, the flask? Is this a date?
  • I laugh in the face of danger! Then I… hide until it goes away.
  • It’s funny how the Earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to.
  • If the apocalypse comes, beep me.
  • Testosterone is a great equalizer - it turns all men into morons.
  • What, they were all out of boils and blinding torment?
  • Zombies don’t eat brains anyway, unless instructed to by their zombie master. A lot of people get that wrong.
  • And then I’m going to marry Bob Dole and raise penguins in Guam.
  • You know, I’m searching for supportive things and I’m coming up all bras.
  • To read makes our speaking English good.
  • I may be dead, but I’m still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you.
  • I’ve seen honest faces before. They’re usually attached to liars.
  • You’re really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren’t you?
  • I’m like a… superhero or something!
  • Sorry, but I’m an old fashioned gal. I was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies.
  • Translate this for me, Spock. I don’t speak loser.
  • This is a special kind of angel called a Charlie. We don’t have wings, we just skate around with perfect hair fighting crime.
  • Yeah, but I think that whole sucking the life out of people thing would have been a strain on the relationship.
  • Yeah, well, to you and me they’re just candles, but to witches they’re like… bongs.
  • Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho, rewind. Since when do they have orgies, and why aren’t I on the mailing list?
  • Oh, he’s a vampire! Of course! But the cuddly kind, like a Care Bear with fangs.
  • Yes, he’s clearly a bad influence on himself.
  • I’m going to have to go with Deadboy on this one.
  • You dragged me out of bed for a ride? What am I, mass transportation?
  • I didn’t jump. I took a tiny step, and there conclusions were.
  • I defined something? Accurately? Guess I’m done with the book learning.
  • It’s a big rock. Can’t wait to tell my friends, they all don’t have a rock this big.
  • Well, we try not to get killed. That’s part of our whole mission statement: “Don’t get killed.”
  • Okay, but I was right about the leprechauns, right?
  • You really need every square inch of your ass kicked.
  • You always hurt the one you love.
  • I’m the thing that monsters have nightmares about. And right now, you and me are gonna show ‘em why.
  • Well, if this guy wants to fight with weapons, I’ve got it covered from A to Z — from ‘axe’ to… ‘zee other axe’.
  • When you think about him you get that good, down-low tickle, right?
  • What, you just tripped and fell on his lips?
  • I’m pathetic, illiterate. I’m Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel.
  • Your logic does not resemble our Earth logic.
  • I’m a rebel! I’m having a rebellion!
  • I was going to walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but, eh, it seemed kinda cartoony.
  • Sometimes the most adult thing you can do is… ask for help when you need it.
  • I provide much needed… sarcasm.
  • I’m here to kill you, not to judge you.
  • Out. For. A. Walk. Bitch.
  • A bidet. Like a bidet of evil.
  • Where would the Justice League have been if they hadn’t put their differences aside to stop the Imperium and his shape-shifting alien horde?
  • Uh, first word: jail; second word: bait.
  • Demons after money. Whatever happened to the still beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.
  • I don’t want to protect you from the world. I want to show it to you.
  • We’re gonna have to fight to the death, aren’t we?
  • We’re all on death’s door, repeatedly ringing the doorbell, like maniacal Girl Scouts trying to make quota.
  • I just want to sleep, yo, for like a week!
  • Just don’t forget who’s on top.
  • I’m finished being everybody’s butt-monkey!
  • Oh, I’m not really into porn… I mean, I’m just trying to cut way back.
  • On the plus side you’ve killed the bench, which was looking shifty.
  • Why can’t you just masturbate like the rest of us?
  • Are you just gonna come here and go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?
  • I am the Dark Lord of Nightmares! The Bringer of Terror! Tremble before me! Fear me!
  • Nothing can defeat the penis!
  • A bear! You made a bear! Undo it, undo it!
  • If those two don’t kill each other, I might lend a hand.
  • We’re outlaws with hearts of gold.
  • I think it’s pretty safe to say I’m not going to see anyone who’s invisible.
  • I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.
  • Maybe that’s why you and I can never get along. We’re not supposed to exist together.
  • Thank God we’re hot chicks with superpowers.
  • The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live.
  • I happen to be very biteable, pal. I’m moist and delicious.
  • So let me get this straight. You’re… Dracula. The guy. The Count.
  • And you’re what? Shocked and disappointed? I’m evil!
  • Yes, let’s tie ourselves to the crazy vampire.
  • Don’t speak Latin in front of the books.
  • I owe you pain.
  • Okay, you get Fangs, I’ll get Horny. I mean…
  • Crack a government encrypted code on my laptop? Easy as really difficult pie.
  • Seize the moment, ‘cause tomorrow you might be dead.
  • I’ll stay behind and putter around the batcave with crusty old Alfred here.
  • Come for the food, stay for the dismemberment.
This Isn’t My Fault! (I Think)

So, since we now know that Jensen can easily carry Misha bridal-style, piece of cake, I can’t help but think about Dean carrying Cas and the moment unfolding in one of four ways:

  1. Cas squinting the entire time and grumbling, “Dean, this hardly seems necessary.” Because, gosh, he’s an Angel of the Lord and he doesn’t need to be carried to the couch, thank you. He’s strong enough to smite entire buildings and help save the world- “Dean, did you hear me? Stop distracting me with kisses, Dean. I could spin an anvil on my pinky, I’m not fragile, I-” (“Okay, angel.”)
  2. Cas blinking in surprise at first, just looking at Dean sort of owlishly. But then he breaks into a smile, all soft and pretty and content, and obligingly wraps both his arms around Dean’s neck and snuggles close. (And this is when Dean blushes pink, clearing his throat as he walks them down the hallway to their room. He’s glad that Cas’ face is tucked into his shoulder and out of sight, because he might be carrying his boyfriend bridal-style, but it doesn’t mean he wants to be caught blushing, okay?)
  3. Cas having fallen asleep an hour ago, their X-Files marathon partway done and his head on Dean’s shoulder, drooling a little. Dean thinks it’s cute (just how in love is he?) and stands up to carry Cas back to their bed. Cas murmurs something that sounds a lot like “Dean” and Dean can’t fight the grin that spreads across his face. He’s so gone.
  4. Cas being far too gorgeous for his own good and Dean finally throwing up his hands and picking him up and saying “Let’s go make out before Sam gets back.” He’s practically dashing through the bunker and Cas looks concerned - at their speed, at Dean - and mumbles, “I think you should slow down a little” but doesn’t complain when they stop to kiss. They’re passing the kitchen after, except Sam is back early and catches them at the door. He stares at Dean (now with kiss-bitten lips) then over at Cas (who’s still in Dean’s arms), hunches his shoulders and releases a sigh and says, “I was going for a run anyway.”
[DRABBLE] Boyfriend!Jeonghan (G)

Requested by: @jeonghanlife
Prompt: Jeonghan Christmas winter scenario
Word Count: 1,908
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None!

A/N: WHOO IM ON A ROLL WITH THESE REQUESTS (I can only hope that my drive doesn’t crash and burn anytime soon) Okay, I know Christmas is WAY over, so I changed the request a little (I am so sorry ;;). But I still hope that this drabble manages to encapsulate the same magical feeling. I’m really new to this whole winter stuff *glares at the temperature which peaked at literally 34 degrees Celcius today wowilovesingapore* 

Please enjoy it ^^

wooed<3

Originally posted by jihanlife

*highpitchedscreeching* BYEOBEETCHINAERINDA SHYAALAALALAALALLAALLAAAAAA cough sorry ok on with the story



You find yourself stirring awake after lingering in the abyss of sleep, and your eyes flutter open to unfamiliar surroundings. This isn’t your room, is it?

But a low rumble of a snore reminds you that you’re in Jeonghan’s apartment, cozily tucked in his bed despite the day being well into the afternoon. When the temperature had dropped to the negatives on the day you were planning to go sightseeing, and with your body not being very accustomed to cold weather having lived in the tropical regions of Australia for most of your life, Jeonghan was more than happy to call it quits. As a result, his more-than-happy declaration of “Today will be a lazy day” was what you went with eventually.

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Forged

Notes: I wasn’t really sure if the person that requested this wanted full on smut or not, I shoulda asked when you first sent in the request. I apologize, though, if you did! I hope you still enjoy this though. :) Also, I wasn’t sure if the place where they made weapons was called a Forgery (bc that is the act of like signing a name that isn’t yours), then there is the Smithy, which is the one I used. I’ll have to check back in a few chapters of the Hobbit to see which one Tolkien used.

Anyways, enjoy. <3 :)

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greek mythology mbti (the weird version)

INFJ - dionysus
Dionysus is represented by city religions as the protector of those who do not belong to conventional society and thus symbolizes everything which is chaotic, dangerous and unexpected, everything which escapes human reason and which can only be attributed to the unforeseeable action of the gods.

ENFJ - apollo
Medicine and healing are associated with Apollo, whether through the god himself or mediated through his son Asclepius, yet Apollo was also seen as a god who could bring ill-health and deadly plague. Amongst the god’s custodial charges, Apollo became associated with dominion over colonists, and as the patron defender of herds and flocks.

ENTJ - athena
She is the patroness of various crafts, especially of weaving, as Athena Ergane, and was honored as such at festivals such as Chalceia. The metalwork of weapons also fell under her patronage. She led battles (Athena Promachos or the warrior maiden Athena Parthenos)[25] as the disciplined, strategic side of war, in contrast to her brother Ares, the patron of violence, bloodlust and slaughter—"the raw force of war".[26] Athena is the goddess of knowledge, purity, arts, crafts, learning, justice and wisdom. She represents intelligence, humility, consciousness, cosmic knowledge, creativity, education, enlightenment, the arts, eloquence and power. She stands for Truth, Justice, and Moral values. She plays a tough, clever and independent role.

INTJ - medusa
The name “Medusa” itself is often used in ways not directly connected to the mythological figure but to suggest the gorgon’s abilities or to connote malevolence; despite her origins as a beauty, the name in common usage “came to mean monster.”[19] It is the Lie that makes him free. Animals alone are given the privilege of lifting the veil of Isis; men dare not. The animal, awake, has no fictional escape from the Real because he has no imagination. Man, awake, is compelled to seek a perpetual escape into Hope, Belief, Fable, Art, God, Socialism, Immortality, Alcohol, Love. From Medusa-Truth he makes an appeal to Maya-Lie.

ESTJ - perseus
The legendary founder of Mycenae and of the Perseid dynasty of Danaans, was the first of the heroes of Greek mythology whose exploits in defeating various archaic monsters provided the founding myths of the Twelve Olympians. Perseus beheaded the Gorgon Medusa, and saved Andromeda from the sea monster Cetus. He was the son of the mortal Danae and the god Zeus.

ISTP - theseus
Theseus volunteered to slay the monster to stop this horror. He took the place of one of the youths and set off with a black sail, promising to his father, Aegeus, that if successful he would return with a white sail.[10] Like the others, Theseus was stripped of his weapons when they sailed. On his arrival in Crete, Ariadne, King Minos’ daughter, fell in love with Theseus and, on the advice of Daedalus, gave him a ball of thread or clue, so he could find his way out of the Labyrinth.

INFP - achilles
In other words, Achilles is an embodiment of the grief of the people, grief being a theme raised numerous times in the Iliad (frequently by Achilles). Achilles’ role as the hero of grief forms an ironic juxtaposition with the conventional view of Achilles as the hero of κλέος kleos (“glory”, usually glory in war).

ESFP - zeus
“Even the gods who are not his natural children address him as Father, and all the gods rise in his presence.”[7] For the Greeks, he was the King of the Gods, who oversaw the universe. As Pausanias observed, “That Zeus is king in heaven is a saying common to all men.”

ENFP - poseidon
In his benign aspect, Poseidon was seen as creating new islands and offering calm seas. When offended or ignored, he supposedly struck the ground with his trident and caused chaotic springs, earthquakes, drownings and shipwrecks. Sailors prayed to Poseidon for a safe voyage, sometimes drowning horses as a sacrifice;[citation needed] in this way, according to a fragmentary papyrus, Alexander the Great paused at the Syrian seashore before the climactic battle of Issus, and resorted to prayers, “invoking Poseidon the sea-god, for whom he ordered a four-horse chariot to be cast into the waves.”

ISFP - artemis
Artemis, while sitting on the knee of her father, Zeus, asked him to grant her six wishes: to remain always a virgin; to have many names to set her apart from her brother Apollo; to be the Phaesporia or Light Bringer; to have a bow and arrow and a knee-length tunic so that she could hunt; to have sixty “daughters of Okeanos”, all nine years of age, to be her choir; and for twenty Amnisides Nymphs as handmaidens to watch her dogs and bow while she rested. She wished for no city dedicated to her, but to rule the mountains, and for the ability to help women in the pains of childbirth.

ISFJ - hestia
A hearth fire might be deliberately, ritually extinguished at need, and its lighting or relighting should be accompanied by rituals of completion, purification and renewal, comparable with the rituals and connotations of an eternal flame and of sanctuary lamps. […] Hestia, you who tend the holy house of the lord Apollo, the Far-shooter at goodly Pytho, with soft oil dripping ever from your locks, come now into this house, come, having one mind with Zeus the all-wise: draw near, and withal bestow grace upon my song.

ISTJ - hephaestus
Hephaestus had his own palace on Olympus, containing his workshop with anvil and twenty bellows that worked at his bidding.[11] Hephaestus crafted much of the magnificent equipment of the gods, and almost any finely-wrought metalwork imbued with powers that appears in Greek myth is said to have been forged by Hephaestus. He designed Hermes’ winged helmet and sandals, the Aegis breastplate, Aphrodite’s famed girdle, Agamemnon’s staff of office,[12] Achilles’ armor, Heracles’ bronze clappers, Helios’ chariot, the shoulder of Pelops, and Eros’ bow and arrows.

ESFJ - prometheus
Henceforth, humans would keep that meat for themselves and burn the bones wrapped in fat as an offering to the gods. This angered Zeus, who hid fire from humans in retribution. In this version of the myth, the use of fire was already known to humans, but withdrawn by Zeus.[6] Prometheus, however, stole fire back in a giant fennel-stalk and restored it to humanity.

INTP - hermes
Hermes is a god of transitions and boundaries. He is quick and cunning, and moves freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine, as emissary and messenger of the gods,[1] intercessor between mortals and the divine, and conductor of souls into the afterlife. He is protector and patron of travelers, herdsmen, thieves,[2] orators and wit, literature and poets, athletics and sports, invention and trade.[3] In some myths he is a trickster, and outwits other gods for his own satisfaction or the sake of humankind.

ENTP - daedalus
This story thus encourages others to consider the long-term consequences of their own inventions with great care, lest those inventions do more harm than good. As in the tale of Icarus’ wings, Daedalus is portrayed assisting in the creation of something that has subsequent negative consequences, in this case with his creation of the monstrous Minotaur’s almost impenetrable Labyrinth which made slaying the beast an endeavour of legendary difficulty.

ESTP - tyche
Tyche (English /ˈtaɪki/; from Greek: Τύχη,[1][2] meaning “luck”; Roman equivalent: Fortuna) was the presiding tutelary deity that governed the fortune and prosperity of a city, its destiny. The effectiveness of her capricious power even achieved respectability in philosophical circles during that generation, though among poets it was a commonplace to revile her for a fickle harlot.[10] In medieval art, she was depicted as carrying a cornucopia, an emblematic ship’s rudder, and the wheel of fortune, or she may stand on the wheel, presiding over the entire circle of fate.

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Maybe Breathing Might Help:

“I think you should call down… Maybe breathing might help?” 

She didn’t bother listening as she hollered again, a slew of curses escaping her mouth as the opposing team made another shot. 

“Seriously, you’re looking like Coach right now.” you exclaimed, eyes darting to the aforementioned man who looked close to tears, face red and sweating as his hands gesticulated wildly in the air. Your best friend was nothing short of it.

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mitchthebat  asked:

Have any of Bruce's kids(Dick,Jason,Tim, Cass) refer to him as their Dad besides Damian?

Dick has in Post-Crisis, one example is in Bruce Wayne: Fugitive. Jason in Post-Crisis was more mocking but he did it, he also had more serious thoughts about it in Lost Days that are a bit more oblique but if you miss the anvils he’s dropping in those panels your close reading skills need work. Tim might have, but I think he referred to it more technically (’since the adoption’ and stuff like that, rather than thinking of Bruce AS dad). Tim’s a little complicated because his dad died quite late. As far as I know Cass hasn’t but I’m not 100% sure about that.

Look, all I’m saying is imagine some poor unfortunate soul (*cough* Jeremy *cough*) makes the mistake of somehow accidentally breaking into the FAHC’s penthouse (He thought it was just a penthouse! He didn’t know it belonged to the goddamn Fake AH Crew! There wasn’t a fucking sign or anything!) And he goes into a room and opens the closet to see if there are any hidden goodies and it’s just a row of blue button up shirts hung up next to jeans with like 20 sunglasses and he finds it kind of funny because it’s just like that gag in cartoons.

He goes to the next room and opens the closet and finds… nothing but identical suits each in their own little dry cleaning baggies. Huh. Weird.

And then in the next room it’s a line of Hawaiian shirts and short shorts, and okay, this is starting to get freaky.

And then it’s like a billion purple hoodies, black t-shirts, and cargo pants and is it like one guy living here who just cycles through this stuff or…?

Gray shirts, blue jeans, and he doesn’t know why any one person would need so many leather jackets with a fucking wolf on the back like really. Isn’t one tacky enough?

Black shirts, blue jeans, yet another type of fucking leather jacket but this time black with blue should…ers… the suits and the hoodies and… shit. Shit shit shit. Fuck. Abort mission, escape immediately. 

These are not just cartoon characters; these are cartoon villains, and he does not feel like getting an anvil to the head today.

anonymous asked:

Can I give you a one-line-of-dialogue prompt? It's been knocking around in my head for about a week, and I can't settle myself into the brain space to figure out what or how to write something for it to live in beyond it being Cat wanting Supergirl/Kara to tell her what she already knows before they take a few steps beyond boss-employee/mentor-mentee: "If we're going to do this, Supergirl, I intend to moan your /name/, not your public moniker."

Kara’s already said her goodbyes, but she’s too greedy to let the chance for another slip through her fingers when she flies by CatCo and spots Cat on her balcony.

She touches down with a heavy heart – this balcony has been a sanctuary since the day she first donned her cape, a place to quietly reflect, a place to find solace with the woman she’s come to admire in so many ways – knowing that this will be the last time she will find Cat here, for a time.

She’s looking over her kingdom with a soft smile and a glass of scotch in her hand, enjoying her last night at her beloved company, and Kara wonders, even as her boots hit the concrete, whether she’s wrong to be disturbing her.

But then Cat turns to her with that same soft smile and Kara’s breath catches, and she knows that she never would have been able to stay away.

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ljoonika  asked:

Anrai?

a n r a i :: the blacksmith


Not only a blacksmith, but the in-house jeweler, Anrai melts and molds metals with the help of his bound forge spirit Kagutsuchi. With Kagutsuchi in the forge, Anrai needs nothing but his tools and materials to hone his craft, as Kagutsuchi burns eternal by Anrai’s anvil.

Appearance wise, Anrai has no lack of golden piercings (that he made himself, of course), and his sunset-red hair is tied up in a bun. It’s messy more often than not, but stray hairs that could get in the way are safely tucked out of sight. He is usually found in his forge, but when he’s not there, he slaves over a different fire helping out with the abbey’s daily meals.

Towards the dancers Anrai is the experienced professional, consulted by them when they need jewelry made for one of their own. On rare occasion apprentices are brought to him, and he does some consulting on the jewelry that will adorn their formal, graduated dancer attire.

For those who protect the abbey, Anrai is responsible for their relatively small store of weapons, and their upkeep. Regardless, he’s skilled in forging them, as there isn’t much else for him to do but practice. Some fighters like Hyacinth take a light apprenticeship under him, learning the skills of a blacksmith in their free time at their own pace.

Occasionally he will work with an enchanter when more specialized metalwork is needed.

Anrai’s parents were loving and strong- the ideal couple. Anrai holds them in high regard and thinks of them often, working to imbue the memory of their strength into metal.

recycled charms

Ive had this old piece of aluminum tubing sitting around for months, and finally realized how i could put some use to it <3

what you will need

- aluminum
- hammer
- anvil ( or hammering surface)
- tin snips ( or something to cut the aluminum with )
- metal hole punch
- metal stamps ( optional)
- and any sort of patinas or metal stain

Step one

Take your aluminum and hammer the tube completely flat,
make sure not to hammer too hard since aluminum is very flexible

Step two

Cut 2 equal pieces from your hammered aluminum and these will be your charms

Step three

Cut and shape your charms to your desired look, i made mine into little
points.

step four

punch a hole

Step five

conjure up some stains and textures if you desire

Step six….. use them
<3

super simple way to add some personalization to your jewelry and to recycle or put to use old materials you find <3

Pt. 12 - Love is an Iron Heart

A Beauty and the Beast AU (Previously)

“That was the hardest thing I ever had to do. That includes my therapy,” Bucky said by way of greeting as he descended the stairs into Tony’s laboratory. Clint was perched on his shoulder, tail wrapping around the gleaming metal of his arm. “Why was that the exchange?” he asked, not for the first time.

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Fear the Walking Dead AU: Hurt Alicia Part 2

Previosly

Ofelia is the next to notice.

She knows something isn’t right. She’s known for a while, started questioning things around the same time Strand did but she kept it to herself.

(Nobody listens to her, anyway.)

But she watches, and she sees. Watches as Alicia becomes quieter, becomes more withdrawn within herself. She waits for Maddie to notice something is wrong.

The supply run had been a bust. A few cans of beans, some potted meat that hadn’t been soiled from the heat, but no water. Strand had been keeping watch from the front seat while Alicia slept in the passenger’s side. She hadn’t woken for dinner, or when they headed out, OR when they set up camp for the night.

Ofelia had sat next to Maddie in the backseat, listening to her rage on loudly about how lazy her daughter is. Sleeping the day away without a care in the world while her brother is alone out there.  Moving on to how selfish Alicia is when Maddie sees a nearly empty water bottle sitting next to her in the cup holder. 

Lazy, selfish, inconsiderate Alicia.

Strand had tensed at the mention of the water bottle. Maddie had been too caught up in what she was saying, but Ofelia saw the way he clenched his jaw, how his grip on the steering wheel tightened so that the leather groaned in protest. It was strange to see a man normally so collected react so strongly to something that had nothing to do with him.

Or did it?

She watches him over the next few days and notices a shift in his behavior towards Alicia that hadn’t been there before. How he would hover around her, always on the edge of reaching out only to move away as soon as Maddie came into the area. Or how his eyes would linger, following Alicia as she moved around the camp in a poor attempt to be discreet.  

(Because he can’t count the exhales and check that she’s still breathing, can’t check the fever he knows she has because of a mother who chooses the wrong questions to ask and the wrong moments to care)

(Because Strand isn’t family)

Ofelia corners him one night after they’ve found a safe place to set up camp. Maddie is off for ‘firewood’ (for any sign of her boy), Alicia is asleep in the backseat of the truck and Strand is lingering.

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’

He stares at her, wide-eyed and speechless for the first time she’s known him. She’s caught him off guard. He looks guilty, another first, and Ofelia has had enough. She drags him away from the truck, far enough to not wake Alicia but close enough to keep an eye out, and she demands to know what’s going on.

(Ofelia knows it’s not like that, that Strand doesn’t see ‘licia like that but she’s  angry and worried and by god if there is one thing this apocalypse has taught her it’s how to kill someone and make it look like an accident.)

Strand hesitates but he can’t do this alone. Not with Madison being oblivious, not when he needs to find the medicine that Alicia needs but is afraid to leave her alone. Not when this is their fault. Strand needs help, so he tells Ofelia everything.  Tells her exactly how close they had come to losing their youngest member. 

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anonymous asked:

In case a bellarke kiss happens in s4 (I'm almost sure) Do you have any thought about how that kiss could be?

I know everyone’s all keen on Big Celebration Kisses or on quiet tender romantic kisses… and there’s the age old question of who should initiate?  Advantages for both, but I’m thinking… late season 4, after some big dramas… Clarke gives him some anvil-sized SIGNALS and then Bellamy makes a move.

Maybe play it super understated and like, they’re LOOKING AT EACH OTHER a lot for one episode, like noticeably a lot, and then like after the fracas is done and the audience is all 

“BUT WAIT there’s three whole minutes left and the main plot is ending what do we need these three minutes for??”

and then it shifts to Clarke going to Bellamy’s room and he’s sitting at a desk and she comes in and closes the door and they either make really small talk or like barely talk, and she gives him like A LOOK so he stands up, crosses the room, and kisses her

serious kissing

the two of them pulling off clothes and Clarke leans against the door and we get some real suggestive camera work and you see Bellamy kiss his way down her neck to stop and mouth at her collarbone then he goes completely out of frame IN A DOWNWARD MOTION and then 

cut to black                         

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You see, Homestuck is this remarkable work of art that was heavily crafted from outside input, initially. A true interactive comic, right down to its very core. As it goes on and shifts courses with the times, it still remains interactive, but in a rather violent way. Instead of the positive, intentional feedback playing a significant role in the story, the creator begins to mock the readers, their social structures, and everything they love. The comic underwent a gradual, yet entirely apparent metamorphosis from kind and accepting to passive aggressive, and then finally to straight up aggressive towards anyone and everyone who both partake in Homestuck-based community happenings and have any sort of critical thinking skills. Andrew Hussie realized he created a monster, a monster born from his beloved masterpiece, a monster that has spun out of control and needs to be destroyed, and it is only he who can destroy it. This is a battle for only him, but another mission drives him forward at the same time-to complete the story he has spent years and years nurturing and bringing into this world. Striking two birds with one very large anvil, Andrew incorporated halfheartedly mocking the fandom into the plot of Homestuck, while racking up millions of dollars to keep it going by the very people he spent so long cleverly insulting. Homestuck is a satire of itself. Amazing. 

Harley and Mistah J PSA

The recent spotlight that’s been shining down on our favorite Clown Criminals has brought a lot of mixed emotions up. Whether it’s an argument over the best Harley Quinn costume or a heated debate about Leto vs Ledger…we all have our opinions, and whether you’ve loved them since Batman The Animated Series or you’ve just hopped on board the crazy train, all of your opinions are perfectly valid.
Here’s what’s NOT okay:
This whole soapbox speech everyone seems desperate to spout out about the abusive relationship between Joker and Harley Quinn.
People…
They are cartoons.
They are CERTIFIABLY INSANE.
They are CRIMINALS.
No one is watching Joker throw Harley from a sky scraper window and literally thinking to themselves “Yup. Actual life Goals. That’s what I need in my life!” Just like no one is watching The Road Runner drop an anvil on Wiley Coyote’s head and thinking “Imma try that.”

I have seen so many people get attacked just for saying that Harley and Joker are one of their favorite cartoon couples. Including myself.
They are entertaining. They are silly. They have cute moments. BUT THEY ARE PSYCHOPATHIC CARTOON VILLAINS! What did you expect? Lucy and Ricky? No!!! The fact that they are so insane is what makes me love them so much.

If a couple walks down the street wearing shirts that say “he’s my Puddin” “she’s my Harley”, I doubt they are referring to the abusive aspects between the two super villains.

As I’ve ranted before, my wedding is themed around them. My fiancé and I are Cosplayers and we happen to do Joker and Harley very often. They are a large part of our lives and something we both happen to bond over a lot. It has nothing to do with “romanticizing abuse” or wanting our relationship to be like A PAIR OF MURDEROUS CLOWNS.

let people like what they want to like.

If a couple wants to refer to themselves as Harley and Mistah J, let them. It’s none of your fucking business unless you see actual signs that their REAL LIFE RELATIONSHIP is in fact abusive.

Olicity Wedding Theory

First I would like to preface by saying that its been a long season. Lots and lots of angst. There’s been a choice few of us that have remained positive throughout (yours truly included). However, it is entirely possible we have ingested too many rainbows and ridden too many unicorns.

Because I have delved into madness. And it’s because of Marc Guggenheim.

So before you read any further I would like to put forth a very strong disclaimer:

THIS. IS. CRAZY. TALK.

Let’s do it.

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