not another doozy

no place to call home by suspendrs (21k)

“What are you smiling about, Harrison,” the boy spits, body language suddenly getting defensive. “I’ll have you know that I’m-”

“Harry,” Harry interrupts, giggling. “My name is Harry. And if you’re not called Peter, then what are you called?”

The boy tilts his chin up slightly, surveying Harry like he’s checking if he’s worthy of knowing something as important as his name. “Well, Herschel, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Louis.”

Or, Louis isn’t Peter Pan and Harry isn’t Wendy and Neverland is nothing like Harry thought it would be, but it’s perfect anyway.

(thank you to Gabby @loupsandhirry for the beautiful pictures in this post)

Of Mushrooms and Possession

Summary: Kuroko wasn’t sure when Kagami had become synonymous with home, but at that moment, all he knew was that he always wanted dinner with this man.

Rating: G for good try Kuroko

Word Count: 1300+

A/N: This is my first fic for the Weekend At Home event!! It doesn’t follow any of the prompts, but I figured there’s nothing more domestic than cooking at home, so yeah~ Anyhow! I hope you all have been enjoying the works for the event so far, and I’m gonna try to get another fic posted tonight!! <3


The sizzling of the pan on the stove filled the kitchen, along with steaming heat and popping grease. Mushrooms were gently sliced by a careful hand, the tapping of the knife on the cutting board monotonous, rhythmic. Nigou watched from his place on the floor, patient for scraps.

Kuroko paused in his cooking to smile down at him, wiping his hands on the apron he borrowed from Kagami to scratch behind fuzzy ears.

In all honesty, Kuroko wasn’t really one for cooking. He wasn’t particularly bad at it, but he also wasn’t particularly good at it. If he had a recipe in front of him, then he could make simple dishes and decent desserts. He just didn’t enjoy mixing ingredients, or stirring things in pots and pans, or watching the gentle rise of a cake.

But sometimes he wanted to cook. It’s just that he didn’t get much of an opportunity to cook. Not with Kagami living in the same apartment.

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image is of a screencap of a post by user autisticbadger that reads:

autisticbadger: honestly i no longer care about or fear the idea of being called biphobic

i don’t care about bi women anymore. i really, really don’t

sickofwhinybisexuals: yup sick of um beyond belief tumblr Bis are the worst so self righteous!

geekandmisandry: Self righteous isn’t creating a side blog just to hate on bisexual people, particularly women? Interesting take.

speaking of no-platforming, here’s another screencap of a doozy from our whorephobic, ableist, transmisogynistic, racist friend who laughs at rape victims, autisticbadger/badgerbutch

though for the record I think the second blog is a troll

-343358302784187294870275058337. doozie

another day dripping into the pail
words don’t cut it
not like knives
even blood sounds the same
we’re sinners
ventriloquists running blind
confused that our felt hands
can’t feel
but we hear the quarters in the jar
anger solves nothing
bruises don’t deny it
and we fall into bed beaten
another day dripping into the pail

anonymous asked:

I am way too excited for the update I legit feel like tomorrow is Christmas or something

oh my goodness anon youre so cute aaaaaaa!!!!!!!! i have a feeling tomorrow’s chapter is gonna be another doozy in terms of Exciting Developments (tho it wont be as long as ch 8 lol) and im super excited to post it when im done editing!!!! omggg im so happy youre excited too :D :D

Anything But Ordinary (part one)

Anon request: Pre serum Steve X reader fic please? Total fluff!!  I will love you forever! Pre serum Steve needs more appreciation

**I really wanted to write this as a HELLA LONG one shot but with school, I decided to make it multi-parts so sorry for the suspense it’s just easier for me this way! LET A GIRL KNOW IF YOU LIKED THE SETUP THOUGH**


You gazed into the small mirror hanging above your friend Margaret’s vanity, applying your mascara with concentration and with a small smile as Margaret rambled on excitedly.

“And Y/N, I can’t WAIT for you to meet James, he’s just a dream and his friend Steve sounds absolutely perfect for you,” she squealed happily, her blond curls bouncing before she fell backwards onto her bed with a contented sigh.

Without looking up from the mirror, you gave a patient reply: “Just like all the other meatheads you tried to set me up with were supposed to be perfect for me?”

“But that’s the thing! This guy isn’t a meathead at all! He’s not even a soldier!”

That got your attention. “What do you mean he’s not a soldier?” you asked, taking your gaze away from the mirror, dumbfounded. Practically every man your age was in some form of military service unless he was in the hospital or a farmer. “Marg,” you said with a groan. “Is this guy some schmuck from the country? I won’t have two things to say to him.”

Margaret giggled and grabbed your hand. “No, silly! He’s from Brooklyn, don’t you worry. But,” her normally cheerful countenance fell and you looked at her with concern, “James told me that Steve was real sick as a kid, like scarlet fever and everything, and it made him real sick when he was growing up and all.” She continued on sadly. “He’s got asthma and heart problems and is pretty skinny from being so sick all the time. The army wouldn’t let him in – he tried at least three times. But James absolutely adores him; said he’s his best friend and the sweetest and toughest guy he knows. They’ve been friends since they were little; James’ family took Steve in after his parents passed away. They’re like brothers.”

Your skeptical expression softened as Margaret spoke and your heart broke for this Steve, the torment and bullying he must’ve been put through growing up and his frustration with being held back from joining the military with so many other men ready to serve their country.

“Wow,” you said softly. “That’s really sad.” You continued with a sad smile. “At least he’s definitely different than those other guys you had me go out with.”

Margaret made a face and you laughed with her. “Yeah, there were a few doozies in there. I just want you to be happy, Y/N. You deserve a great guy. And this Steve guy sounds awfully nice, I think you’ll actually like him.”

You sighed and looked at Margaret’s bright and happy face and couldn’t bring yourself to tell her the truth: that you hadn’t felt true happiness in months, and you really didn’t think some guy you were set up with would change that. But how could you say no to your best friend and a free date?

“Thanks, Marg.” You stood up and ran a hand through your loose curls, grabbing your dark jacket with your other hand. You forced a grin. “Here’s to hoping he’s not another doozie.”

You linked arms with your best friend as you shut the door behind you both, hating yourself for the longing you felt in the pit of your stomach for your words to hold true. That you did want someone.


“I’m telling you, Stevie, you’re going to love Margaret. She’s a doll. And the way she described Y/N makes it sound like you two are going to get along wonderfully.”

Steve sighed and stared at Bucky, who was currently running his hands through his dark locks, eyes fixated on the mirror in front of him as he slicked his hair to the side. Steve’s heart twinged with jealousy, knowing full well how girls looked at Bucky and how girls looked at him. Steve tried to handle his countless rejections with humor, but it still stung inside watching his dates stare after Bucky; their glassed over eyes full of regret that they were stuck with Bucky’s friend and not the soldier himself. He never blamed Bucky, of course, but going out only to be let down time and time again was really starting to get old.

“Just like you said about the last three girls, Bucky,” Steve said dryly, a sas smile appearing on his face as Bucky immediately ran over to him and shook his shoulders excitedly.

“Yeah, OK, well those girls weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed anyways. And we know how smart you are! And Margaret’s friend is really smart too, she’s in her last year of college and everything!” Bucky noticed the forced smile on Steve’s face and sighed, his expression softening as he clapped his best friend’s shoulder. “Look, Steve, she really does sound like a nice girl, and I know she’s pretty because Margaret showed me a picture. You, Steven Rogers, are going to have a nice time with a nice girl tonight, alright? I promise.”

Steve looked into Bucky’s face, so full of concern and sincerity; his genuine desire to lift his friend from his loneliness and to have someone see him for who he was past the scrawny kid from Brooklyn. And while Steve had resigned himself to the notion that just wasn’t possible, he just couldn’t say no to the date when looking into Bucky’s eager face.

Forcing a smile to pacify Bucky, Steve swallowed and grabbed his jacket, carefully tucking his sketchbook in the inner pocket. If the date didn’t work out, he could at least get some good sketches in. He turned to Bucky, the same forced smile on his face. “Let’s give this a shot.”

anonymous asked:

You seem to know a lot about Lost so I came here to ask about Ben Linus. I don't really understand his character (is he supposed to be good or bad or what?) or his relationship with the island and John Locke or his motivations or really anything. I know he's a deep, complex character but I don't exactly know why. Could you explain this to me? I can't find a good analysis anywhere. PS. I love your blog.

OH GOSH I LOVE BEN SO MUCH okay i’m going to use a read more because i’m sure i’ll end up typing a lot

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Flight of Stars and Fire: Part 3

Oh man, this was another doozy to write. I hope you guys are enjoying the long chapters (they’re a bitch to edit btw, hope you all know that!) AANYYWAAYS, enjoy the next part to this tale!

A freaking huge shout out to @luckybachi for betaing this fic for me. I just keep writing these long chapters and somehow you still put up with me. Thank you so much!

Summary: The custom of Fiore is to bestow everyone a dragon when they come of age. It is seen as a passage into adulthood. Lucy was no different, but with her father attempting to control her now more than ever, she finds herself living on her own terms and travels about Earthland, heading to Pergrande as her final destination. A Fairy Tail Dragon Rider AU.

Word Count: 5234 (Hey, it’s shorter than the last one!)


Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The man stood up and walked away, leaving Lucy dumbfounded. He said that he wanted to discuss things over dinner, but all he did was evade her questions. She had answered all of his. She ground her teeth in frustration, clenching her fists in her lap. This man. He was impossible, but why did he demand so much of her attention?

Lucy watched as he strode up to Jenny and took the key she offered him. He looked back at her, winked for a final time that night with a sly grin and disappeared up the stairs.

All she wanted to slap that blasted smirk off his face. It felt like he was toying with her.

Her eyebrow twitched and Lucy reached up to smooth her brow. She hadn’t expected her journey to end up like this. It was exhausting in the first place, and now she has to deal with this frustrating stranger. She didn’t even know his name!

With a heavy sigh she pushed back from the table and stood up. She felt the warmth radiating out of her bag from her egg. It eased some of her frustration, comforting heat washing through her as she shouldered her bag.

She made her way up to Jenny, a yawn escaping her.

“Can… ah, sorry, excuse me. Can I have the key to my room?”

“Sure thing, Lucy!” She ducked behind the counter for a second before reappearing with a key. “You’re down the hall from Mister Flirts-A-Lot, but he shouldn’t be much of an issue after tonight.”

Lucy looked at her quizzically. “Is he leaving in the morning?”

Jenny shook her head and waved her off. “Nothing to worry about. He just needs sleep like you do. Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

Lucy smiled at the kind woman, gracious that she hadn’t been left to wander the town and pay for an overpriced room.

She followed behind Jenny, dragging her feet as her exhaustion tightened its grip on her once again. She had really wanted to speak with that man for a while longer. She had so many questions. How did he know Mister Makarov and Laxus? How did he know about her egg? Why was he sent to look after her? Didn’t he know that it would be years before she and her dragon would be able to fly by themselves? He had to know that he was committing to watch over her for at least three years.

She stumbled out of her thoughts as she bumped into Jenny’s shoulder. The other woman caught her before she bounced off and fell to the ground.

“Easy there, don’t need you bumping your head.”

Lucy nodded, head feeling so fuzzy that she was sure that when she hit the bed, she would be out for the night. Jenny handed her the key and wished her goodnight.

Another jaw-popping yawn crawled out of Lucy’s frame as she struggled with fitting the key into the lock. Eventually, she managed to stumble into the room. A bed and armoire made up the furniture of the room. No desk or another room leading to the bathroom. She didn’t really bother to think about there being a public bath for Blue Pegasus.

She dropped her bag on the mattress and took out the egg, hugging it to her chest. She didn’t waste time before she crawled into bed. Covers be damned, the egg warmed her enough that she didn’t need them. Her thoughts about the man from earlier faded to the back of her mind as she drifted off to sleep, a light hum the only sound alongside her gentle breathing. She nuzzled the egg.

“I can’t wait to meet you…” she whispered. “I want to meet my friend…”

Lucy swam away into the sleep that conquered her mind, never noticing the light that filled her room.

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after another doozy of a long day at the brewery, i came home & flopped on the couch.

me: takeout?
boyfriend: i was kinda feelin goin out?
me: [indecipherable moaning]
boyfriend: we can stay home if you want, but i was thinking oysters… mussels…
me: ugh you’re killin me smaaalls
boyfriend: no big deal
[the tension is building]
me: OK but we have to get in the car RIGHT NOW & you’re driving & you have to pour me a road wine. those are my terms.
boyfriend: you’ve got a deal


ATTENTION—The Marble Hornets fandom is officially on un-hiatus and has been declared to be in an EMERGENCY SITUATION for the following reasons:

1) We’re nearing the end of the series.  In fact, the next episode is rumored to be the finale.

2) We recently added a new word to our fandom lingo—"doozy"—that signals a particularly important and intense episode.

3) Bad things happen during doozies.

4) Bad things happen all the time in Marble Hornets, actually, but especially during doozies.

5) The show has relatively recently picked up the habit of killing off a major character every few episodes.

6) One of them died during the last doozy.

7) In fact, come to think of it, there are really only two characters still alive.

8) And they both want to kill each other.

9) No, really, one of them actually tried to burn the other one alivein his own house.

10) Anyway, we’re getting another doozy sometime this week.  Probably Thursday, though it may come a bit earlier or later.

11) We’re a really anxious fandom.  You would be too if you watched this show.

12) We’re all afraid Tim’s gonna die.

13) Oh God Tim’s gonna die isn’t he?