our captain is perfect yours is not

Panther!Oliver Teaser - Continue or Not?

Below is a segment of the beginning of the Arrow AU ‘verse where Oliver has the ability to shape shift into a panther. After I finish puppy!Oliver, this is one of the options for a new WIP fic I would start or a new ‘verse I would fill with oneshots. After reading, if you would be so kind as to inform me of your opinions regarding this option, and the fic premise itself, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!

@geniewithwifi @bushlaboo @thatmasquedgirl @acheaptrickandacheesyoneline @nvwhovian @latinasmoak @ohmyemilybett @nodecaff4me @queensoverwatch @imusuallyobsessed @somewhatinvisible @angelheartsspn

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“We are not naming our child after a character you play”

Prompt: Anon: “Your Sebastian Stan imagine was so cute <3 <3. Can you do an imagine where you give birth to the baby boy?”

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 661 It’s short whoops

Warning: FLUFF

A/N: This is basically a sequel to “I love the perfect family we have created”. I also added more to what the prompt says. Also IT SUUUUUCCKKKKKSSS

Part 1 Part 3

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

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we want to live by each other’s happiness


“Why do you want to fight?”

Jake could say a million things.

“I’m Jewish.”

okay so. before i go any further, this fic was originally started because @mayabazaar and I wanted to a) spite nick spencer for being so blatantly antisemetic and b) wanted to do something to speak out against the awful HyrdaCap thing that I don’t even want to … consider. maya’s idea, and my baby, the only thing running through our heads after spencer’s captain america #1 revelation was “oh my God, we have to make cap jewish”. of course, this was easier said than done – i totally and completely missed “make your marvel faves jewish day” (June 1st, I believe), and have been crying about this all summer. i chose b99 because i love b99 Too Much and because jake peralta is, like, pretty much the Perfect steve rogers, but – listen. my family background is jewish, and this story is one of the most important things I’ve ever written. it’s not just to spite nick spencer, though that is, admittedly, a large part of my motivation. it’s because of the phrase, “raise your words, not your voice”. it’s because there is something more important than cap’s identity at stake. and it’s because people like nick spencer don’t seem to understand why what they’re doing is wrong. I’m posting this on ao3 tomorrow, so the EXTENSIVE research notes are going to be There, but for now I’ll say: the references to chaplin’s The Great Dictator are very deliberate and have a LOT of background, I have done so much research but if i have any historical inaccuracies please take into account Superheros and the suspension of disbelief, and, finally and most importantly: please enjoy! love yall <3 

Perhaps it would be prudent to say that there are certain situations that inherently demand such short answers that do not, really, convey the true complexity of an issue. Indeed, human nature itself demands simplicity: black and white, good and evil, yes and no. However complicated the world might actually be, to delve into the the intricacy of anything – from why Mrs. Lewenski next door has a peculiar obsession with plums, to the moral questions of right versus wrong or, even, why Jake Peralta’s mother thinks to herself in the relative safety of her lumpy mattress that one day, her son might possibly get himself hurt trying to realize his constant and persistent need to protect people starting with her – well, to dive into anything would not be conducive to the eloquence or comedy or dramatic impact for which stories are written.

Jake sits on the plastic-covered cot of the medical room. If his mother were there to ask him exactly how he was feeling at that particular moment, he would tell her that he feels as though he can take on the world in a fist fight and win. If Rosa were to ask the same thing, he’d say that his heart is trapped in his throat.

A terrible sentiment, really, but then – oh. Dr. Erskine is asking him a question. His eyes are kind, Jake notices, but a voice that sounds suspiciously like Rosa’s tells him that now isn’t really the time to notice such things.

Erskine tilts his head.

“Why do you want to fight?”

Jake could say a million things.

“I’m Jewish.”

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-Stoki Week 2016 - 

A brand-new fandom event hosted by @holidaystoking

We wanted a way to bring fresh, new content into the fandom and honoring our favorite Captain’s birthday with a week-long celebration of our favorite ship seemed like the perfect way! We can’t wait to see what you come up with!

General Information:

  • Because there is no direct exchange involved, NSFW/Explicit content is okay. 
  • Please make sure you include some kind of summary and all appropriate tags/warnings if you’re posting fic.
  • All work should focus on the Steve/Loki pairing.
  • Start posting your contributions on Monday, July 4th.
  • All content will be reblogged right here at HolidayStoking. We’ll be using a queue, so if you don’t see your post right away, don’t worry!
  • We will only be following #holidaystoking and #stokiweek2016 so if you haven’t used at least one of these, we cannot see your post.
  • If you can’t get a post up exactly on the day that’s listed, don’t worry. This is about having fun and creating new content, no one else is effected by the timeliness of your posting so there are no strict deadlines.
  • As long as your post appears by 12AM, August 1st, your creation will be included in the masterlist we’ll be putting up. We’ll keep reblogging any “late” contributions, though. They’ll be available right here and organized by day/theme.

The Themes:

  • Monday, July 4th - Day 1: Viking Age or 1940s Setting
  • Tuesday, July 5th - Day 2: Alternate Universe or Cross-Over
  • Wednesday, July 6th - Day 3: Modern Day or Non-Powered Setting
  • Thursday, July 7th - Day 4: Five + One
  • Friday, July 8th - Day 5: “Trust my rage.” or “I can do this all day.”
  • Saturday, July 9th - Day 6: The Trickster or Always Honest
  • Sunday, July 10th - Day 7: Ice

What can you contribute?

Anything you want! Our fandom is small but mighty and filled with creative people. Contribute whatever you feel comfortable contributing! Here are a few ideas:

  • Fan Fic
  • Gif Sets
  • Graphics and Photo Manipulations
  • Art
  • Headcanons and Meta
  • Mixtapes
  • Fanvids

Happy Stoking!

It had been three weeks since they moved into the tiny cottage sitting on the edge of town, and Emma had barely found time to breathe. On top of working, and unpacking, she had completely forgotten to get the pictures of their move developed (pictures her mother had demanded be taken because “Emma! This is a big step! You’re moving out of our home and into your own, and with Hook!”). Emma didn’t have the heart to point out that she had moved out before, because that would remind all of them of the years they spent apart and the moments they had missed.

Killian had wandered into the living room as she went through each picture and placed them in the scrapbook her mother had made, adding small comments or dates here and there. It was the first day she hadn’t been a stickler about unpacking and setting things up so they wouldn’t have to worry about it later.

He settled in beside her, placing a hand on her thigh and leaning over to look at what she was doing, his other hand bringing a large mug of steaming coffee to his lips. He didn’t admit it much, but some things that the modern day had he enjoyed–like the tv and the ‘talking’ phone. He had figured out texting, and Emma never failed to get bombarded with message after message of an entire explanation of what he was doing with their things and where things were going so Emma wasn’t upset later when she couldn’t find something.

She’d pretend to get annoyed, but she loved it.

Slipping another photo into a sleeve on the page, she turned to look at Killian and felt a rush of butterflies when his sea blue eyes caught hers. It still surprised her at the amount of love she saw in them, and the surge of feelings she felt when she saw it, always made her flee. Even though Emma knew he’d never let her get far.

“I’m gonna get myself a cup of coffee, please don’t mess anything up.” She waved her hands over the scrapbook in a clumsy manner, dropped her gaze, and stood up. Crossing through the door way of the kitchen, she grabbed a mug out of the cupboard and quickly filled it with coffee, only adding a bit of creamer and sugar before heading back into the living room.

Killian was staring at a picture of them, holding it out in front of him and pursing his lips like he was displeased. Emma quirked an eyebrow at him, and settled back onto the couch, sipping from her mug before setting it towards the back of the table. Her eyes drifted over the page she was working on, and there was a silent beat before she let out an exasperated sigh.

“Killian, I said don’t touch anything!” There was laughter in her voice as she read the caption he had added to a picture of them.

I call this true love.

“No love, you said not to mess anything up. And that I did not.” He set the picture he had been looking at back in the pile, and leaned over to place a sweet peck on her cheek. “I was merely stating the truth,” he whispered as he brushed a strand of her hair out of her face and smiled widely.

Emma couldn’t help but smile back.

The Mirror of Erised, a Frozen FanFic

Characters: Kristoff, Anna
Rating: K
WC: 3,180
Summary: A Harry Potter au, based off of this otpprompt: Your OTP goes to the Mirror of Erised once a year. Person A sees themselves as the Quidditch Captain, really popular, etc. Person B says they see themselves as head boy/girl with perfect grades. This is all the same until sixth year, where Person A sees Person B kissing them…

for jessica988

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“Oh Steve, it’s perfect,” You smiled as you two wandered around the farmhouse property you two had been scouting out. You were looking to finally purchase your home together and you were happy to have finally found what seemed like the perfect place.

“I think we’ve finally found our new home,” Steve agreed with a smile, looking around at all of the beautiful land that seemed to go on forever. You couldn’t wait to start moving in.

“I love you so much Steve Rogers,” You smiled, moving to kiss him shyly. Steve smiled, kissing you back for a moment.

“I love you to.”

Sounds Perfect (CS Modern AU) One-Shot

A/N Follower Appreciation Prompt: ‘i offer you my bed to sleep in bc our respective roommates are getting it on in your room and take the sofa to sleep on only i wake up back in my bed with your tiny body wrapped around me and damn me if it isn’t the cutest thing i’ve ever seen’ au

Requested by @zengoalie. I hope you enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!

Word Count: ~2000

Rating: T 

This is unbeta'ed. All mistakes are mine.

Read at FFN or AO3

Sounds Perfect

Killian shook his head, hair falling into his eyes as he shoved open the glass door of Misthaven Hall. He’d meant to be back hours earlier but, when he’d come by the hall after his last class of the day, Milah had been pacing in front of the door. He’d taken one look at her and slowly backed away before she’d noticed him. He had no desire to have a run-in with his ex-girlfriend, no desire to hear the many reasons she believed they should get back together, and no desire to deal with the fall out when she eventually realized he wasn’t budging on his decision. Especially, almost six months later. So, he retreated to the library instead.

Once there, he’d found a quiet little alcove, pulled out his copy of Ulysses, and settled in. He hoped that, perhaps, he could get ahead on the assigned reading for his British Lit class. It had been a bloody marvelous plan, until the novel proved to be a bit interesting. In other words, he’d lost track of time. Hence the late hour of his return and his rush to get to his dorm. His shoulder slammed into the corner as he rounded into the hallway. He hoped Scarlet was already asleep. He was in no mood to deal with his mate’s behavior this late into the night. All he wanted to do was fall into his bed and sleep.

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Now you can join our perfect Captain Steve Rogers trash squad! If you love Steve Rogers, and your love for him is bigger than anything else, then it means that you should be a member of this network!

What do you have to do to become a member?

  1. your name
  2. your age
  3. your url
  4. how active you are on your blog
  5. the reason you want to join our team

What do you have to do after becoming a member?

  1. you must follow all squad members
  2. you have to put our network link on your blog so everyone who visit it could see that you’re in our team
  3. you must share your love for Cap with every squad member
  4. you must defend Captain America with all your heart

You can apply until April 5th, then I will choose members and message you if you’re one of them.


  • Listen

Touhou 12   (Captain Murasa)

—English fanlyrics—


All hands ready!  Forward, steady!

Here’s one voyage that you won’t be forgetting~


Fair winds blowing, starlight glowing,

Hoist our banner, and let’s get going!

Dive right to it, pull right through it–

A knot so tight, you can’t undo it.


Chart your courses, find your purpose,

All reflected in a glassy surface.

Salty flavored air we savor–

Now rig those sails, rig ‘em in my favor!


Aye, a duty and an honor for the captain to go with the vessel when she’s going down.

That’s the perfect job for me– since, when it comes to swim or sink, I think I’d rather drown…


All at once, we’re struck with the urge; it feels so right to submerge.

What do you mean, that’s not what you drafted in for?

Here’s your warning: we may capsize… but then, that’s not a surprise.

You tackle something so much greater than you– it pulls back.


Foul winds yelling, waves are swelling;

So much clamor, it’s overwhelming!

One sick feeling, rocking, reeling;

The deck’s awash, so take the wheel…!


Aye, a duty and an honor for the captain to go with the vessel when she’s going down.

Now, if I’ll be going down– I’ll make sure some way or another that you’re coming with me…


flooding, spilling… lungs are filling…

icy, chilling… ain’t this thrilling…?                    (Ah… down, down, like an anchor…)

gasping, drinking… grasping, sinking…

eardrums bursting, vision shrinking……         (Follow me… follow me…)


Because there’s no end to it, this bottomless and blue expanse of sea,

Instead of feeling locked in, tell me, are you free now?


Here’s one match you’ll never win; however many gallons you take in,

You’ll never swallow up the ocean; let it swallow you instead.


Explore, once more, these great unfathomable depths.

So vast, for sure, they’ll take away your breath…