party darn

anonymous asked:

Hey, Cap! I was wondering, could you maybe do some more Sanvers + Sara fics, because I absolutely love how you write Sara? <3

She’s on her way to drunk – she’d rather be high, but Gideon doesn’t supply everything – and she’s thinking about Snart.

About Snart and Laurel and about Jackson.

Jackson, who’s very much alive but whose eyes haven’t been quite the same since they traveled back to the Civil War.

She heaves a sigh and glances around the bar approvingly. She knows – because Kara had told her in hushed tones and with eyes that reminded her of both Laurel’s resilience and, a little bit, of her own inner demons – that this bar has seen so much death. Too much death, too much blood.

But, looking around, what she’s seeing is life. So much damn life.

She wonders what Rip would think of a place like this. All these aliens, all these humans. 

Hell, she wonders where Rip is.

She takes another long, slow swig of her drink as her eye catches on the tight-as-sin jeans hugging Kara’s sister’s ass just so. A subtle grin forms on her lips.

The woman putting her arms around the eldest Danvers sister as Alex lines up a shot on the pool table – the detective, Maggie, her name was – is lucky.

But hell, so is Alex.

Her sister may be Supergirl, and live with all the attendant dangers involved therein. But that’s exactly the thing.

She lives with them. Because Alex’s sister is alive.

“Lance!” Maggie’s voice drags her out of Laurel’s reproachful look and into the present, into the bar. “Isn’t a night out of the Waverider supposed to mean you having fun?”

Sara sighs with a twisted grin and swirls her drink around the glass before finishing it in one go. She signals for another before standing and sauntering over to the couple, swishing her hips just a little bit more than she normally would.

She watches Alex gulp and her grin deepens.

“You’ve got two assumptions there, Sawyer. One: that nights in the Waverider aren’t wild and wacky fun. And two: that I’m not having fun sitting at the bar drinking alone.”

She flinches with a crinkled nose and a grimace as the words come out of her mouth.

“Did it sound less sad in your head, Sara?” Alex takes pity on her, and Sara pretends to glare.

“So what do you two do for fun then? Other than the obvious?” She points between them, somehow suggestive without being lewd, evocative without being objectifying.

“She loses to me at pool.”

“I try to get her to give me flash grenades.”

They speak at the same time and Sara grins, reaching up to grab herself a pool cue from the rack on the wall.

“Flash grenades? Is that what the kids are calling it in 2017?” she grins as she starts setting up the table for a fresh game.

Alex blushes and stammers and Sara winks at Maggie.

“They might be adoptive sisters, but somehow the oddly attractive awkwardness runs in the family, huh?” she asks, and Alex splutters some more.

There’s laughter and there’s blushing and there’s flirting.

There’s Maggie losing and there’s Sara giving her pointers and there’s Alex messing up on purpose so Sara gives her pointers, too.

There’s even more laughing and blushing and flirting after that.

But after a few games – and a few more drinks – Sara’s eyes keep flitting to Maggie’s hip.

“What?” Maggie wants to know, checking her fly. “Lance, what – “

“Your shield. My dad’s a cop, too. A detective.” She pauses and sips on a bottle of beer, shaking her head. “No. It’s 2017. He’d be a captain, now. Hard to keep track sometimes.”

“Did he want you to join the force?” Alex asks, hopping up to sit on the pool table until M’gann waves her off from across the bar.

Sara laughs, low and liquid and just this side of lost.

“Hell no. He wanted us to stay far away from that gig. Too dangerous. He taught us how to handle a gun and how to defend ourselves, but…” She shrugs and she sighs and she twists her mouth into a small grin. 

“The Gambit,” Maggie supplies softly, because she’s heard the stories.

“Do you ever wanna go back? In the Waverider?” Alex asks, and Sara nods and then shakes her head and then nods again.

“If I hadn’t gone with Ollie, Laurel might have. And I… the hell that those years were? I would never risk putting that on my sister. Or on the timeline.”

Maggie takes Alex’s hand when Sara mentions Laurel, and Alex reaches for Sara’s.

“Well, don’t we know how to have fun?” Sara chuckles dryly after a few moments of damp silence.

“We do, actually,” Alex grins, kissing Maggie’s hand and squeezing Sara’s. 

And that giddiness – borne, not of levity, but of gratefulness, to be alive, to be breathing one more day, to be holding hands with… well, with family – spreads through Alex’s fingertips and into Sara’s, into Maggie’s.

And the rest of the night is exactly what a night away from the Waverider should be.

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Clue references in Poe Party (35/?): Obvious recognition leads to suspicion

CONSIDER THIS: that scene in bvs when clark is listening on alfred and bruce over the comm? well that happens a lot more often nowadays but bruce has quite a few other people connected to that comm and some of them are of varying ages and varying tempers and sometimes clark hears things like 

“oh frick bruce this is over”

“no not yet keep cool”

“the guy is staring at me bruce and it’s giving me a great sense of ANXIETY”

“stay–”

“BROOSE”

and clark is just standing there with squeaking from stifled laughter and there’s water in his eyes and he’s trying to be chill and he’s choking on his champagne every once and a while

Courage; pt.1

Reader x Jungkook // College!AU // 3236 words

Summary: Would the both of you ever find the courage to tell the other that you see each other as more than just friends?

Originally posted by jung-koook

Warnings: Um idk, insecurity and stuff? I feel like this is fluff… at least I think it is? Not really I’m not sure.

Y/BF/N refers to your best friend’s name

Part 2 | Part 3

p.s: moving this from my old blog (iffin) to here!

You find yourself stumbling and slapping away the hands that are quick to steady you and you try to speak but all that comes out of your mouth are whiny noises. Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh, pinches the bridge of his nose and starts reprimanding you for not knowing your limits when it comes to drinking. “You always think you can drink more but you—“

You stop walking and you grip his arm tightly. He pauses mid-sentence to look at you and before he could ask what was wrong, you were running forward finding the nearest bin on the sidewalk to empty out your stomach.

You slump down on the ground but Jungkook is quick to pull you up so that you were sitting and your face is now buried in his chest. His features all crumpled as the only emotion evident is worry and he’s speaking at a 100 miles per hour now. “Y—Y/N a-are you okay? Oh God you see this is why I … Why don’t you ever listen to me? Come on we’re getting you to a clinic or a hospital or something. You could have severe alcohol poisoning… I don’t know I—“

“No.” you interrupt him mid-sentence.

“What do you mean no? We’re going right now.” He says sternly while hooking his arms under your knees and carrying you bridal style. There’s got to be a taxi stand somewhere close he thinks to himself.

You’re thrashing around in his arms now and semi- shouting out “I said NO! HOME. NOW.”

You think you sound menacing but you’re slurring your words and the worry that had taken over Jungkook’s features have subsided as he finds himself trying not to laugh at your drunken behaviour. He didn’t know much about alcohol poisoning but he sure hoped you were fine because he couldn’t find it in himself to disobey your request.

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Day of Birth

Summary: Mabel has an important question for the Mystery Kids. 

Word Count: 1,027


Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured here.

“When is everyone’s birthdays?” Mabel asked with a huge grin. Half of the table erupted with annoyed groans.

“Mabel, that’s the reason you called for an urgent meeting?” Dipper frowned.

Mabel crossed her arms, smiling smugly. “Yes, and before you say anything, yes, this is urgent.”

“I’m outta here.” Lili huffed, rising from her seat.

“No, no, no, wait!” Mabel exclaimed, her arms flailing about. That was enough to give Lili pause.

Mabel took a deep breath, and then addressed everyone. “Guys, we’ve been together for a while now, but somehow we don’t know each other’s birthday yet!” She gestured proudly to herself. “As the head of the friendship division in the Mystery Kids-“

Self-appointed head of a division that doesn’t exist.” Dipper cut in with a smirk.

Mabel briefly shot Dipper a sour look, before continuing. “I simply cannot let that slide. That is the reason why I gathered you all here; so we can know each other’s birthdays!”

“Mabel, can’t you just, I dunno, ask us one by one? Instead of doing this?” Coraline spoke up, her hand propping up her head against the tabletop.

“No!” Mabel replied. “If I do that, then I’m gonna be the only one that knows all of your birthdays! The point of this is so that we all know each other’s birthdays.”

Mabel pointed at her brother who is seated next to her. “Dipper, we start from you!”

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Lex Luthor (#2)

You woke up a little bit hungover and in your husbands arms. You were still wearing your dress and heels. Lex had taken you to one of his parties again. You really didn’t really enjoy all of his parties because they were mostly really formal and not your style. Before, you met Lex the only type of party you’d ever gone too were  the wild ones your friends threw. So, waking up dressed like a princess was out of the norm (besides the time you went to Disney World with some of your friends and stayed up later at Mickey’s not so Scary Halloween Party). You looked over at Lex who was now wide awake and hyper.

“Well good morning sweetheart!”

You yawned.

“Morning.”

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

You squinted your eyes and laid flat down on your back against the bed.

“I think so. I don’t remember much about the party honestly.”

“Awe, darn well then I guess we’ll have to have another one!”

You smiled and said

“Whatever you want Lex.”

He smiled, kissed your head, and opened the blinds.

“Wake up gorgeous.”

Sometimes Lex was a little more mad than you thought.


Originally posted by orgaaan

The bear suits in She’s the Prettiest Girl reminded me so much of Folie à deux that I felt like I had to make this edit 

I wanted to get this done by 9/13, but I got lazy and didn’t start on time. Oh well. Her birthday is still a few days away in the show, it still counts.

Oh look, my first actual contribution to the Symphogear fandom. Let the poor goofball throw a birthday party for Hibiki, darn it.

C-ute as totally dateable men

@osuzu-time

Yajima Maimi: Nice guy you saw on the sports team. No sense of fashion, and also a dork. Did I mention that he loves you and the whole school knows but you. They also really support you so go ahead with the kabedon in the hallway that’s fine it’ll happen very soon. First date, teaching you how to really run. 

Suzuki Airi: Humble and sweet. Everyone has a crush on him, including your friends. Likes you, much to everyone’s surprise, and y’all get to know each other a bit better. A total dork at times and very random. Pretty average with the schoolwork so you can get help with anything severe. Respects education and the relationship. 

Nakajima Saki: The yearbook dude with the camera. Quite shy and doesn’t speak much. You realized there are a shit ton of photos of you in the yearbook. I wonder why. But your friends hooked you up so it’s all fine and you have a cute boyfriend now. 

Okai Chisato: Memelord. Jokes around in the hallways, occasionally getting in trouble for it. Actually has pretty decent grades, especially in chorus. The star of the chorus group and loves to party a lot. You met at a party so that’s darn nice. 

Hagiwara Mai: Fashionable guy who also loves boy groups. Mostly seen hanging with girls and talking about boy groups. Also gives fashion tips to people with a horrible sense of it. Good grades with enough courage to stab at the AP classes. Will help you with anything, work, tutoring, and drama. 

why its cool to be a hufflepuff

-Deadpool is a hufflepuff
-don’t become dark wizards after a bad breakup
-A whole artical about why you should love a hufflepuff
-at the end it says if you cant be a hufflepuff be with one.
-“hufflepuffs arnt afraid of toil”
-based on equality
- throw damn good partys
-GOSH DARN ALOUD INTO THE KITCHEN FOR MIDNIGHT FEASTS

im not trying to say hufflepuff is better , im saying its not lame
and if you want to tell me other wise you are wrong. very wrong and clearly don’t know what your talking about.

sorry for bothering you, thank you for listening

Courage

Reader x Jungkook // College!AU // 3236 words

Summary: Would the both of you ever find the courage to tell the other that you see each other as more than just friends?

Warnings: Um idk, insecurity and stuff? I feel like this is fluff… at least I think it is? Not really I’m not sure.

Y/BF/N refers to your best friend’s name

Part 2 | Part 3

p.s: I’ve moved to jjkfire and will no longer be posting scenarios here


You find yourself stumbling and slapping away the hands that are quick to steady you and you try to speak but all that comes out of your mouth are whiny noises. Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh, pinches the bridge of his nose and starts reprimanding you for not knowing your limits when it comes to drinking. “You always think you can drink more but you—“

You stop walking and you grip his arm tightly. He pauses midsentence to look at you and before he could ask what was wrong, you were running forward finding the nearest bin on the sidewalk to empty out your stomach.

You slump down on the ground but Jungkook is quick to pull you up so that you were sitting and your face is now buried in his chest. His features all crumpled as the only emotion evident is worry and he’s speaking at a 100 miles per hour now. “Y—Y/N a-are you okay? Oh God you see this is why I … Why don’t you ever listen to me? Come on we’re getting you to a clinic or a hospital or something. You could have severe alcohol poisoning… I don’t know I—“

“No.” you interrupt him midsentence.

“What do you mean no? We’re going right now.” He says sternly while hooking his arms under your knees and carrying you bridal style. There’s got to be a taxi stand somewhere close he thinks to himself.

You’re thrashing around in his arms now and semi- shouting out “I said NO! HOME. NOW.”

You think you sound menacing but you’re slurring your words and the worry that had taken over Jungkook’s features have subsided as he finds himself trying not to laugh at your drunken behaviour. He didn’t know much about alcohol poisoning but he sure hoped you were fine because he couldn’t find it in himself to disobey your request.

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