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Apples (Drabble)

The selection of fruits in front of you is varied, and you mull over the possibilities presented to you. “Which ones do you want?”

“Anything is fine,” Soldier: 76 says distractedly, eyes trained on the door and any other potential entrances. He’s been jumpy and somewhat uncomfortable since you both came out on this grocery run. Well, it’s to be expected, he’s a wanted vigilante in several countries, after all. Even if he is wearing civilian clothing and switched out his visor for a scarf, he could still be recognized. You return to your decision-making, eyeing your options carefully.

“What if we do a pink-lady and red delicious combination?”

Soldier’s head whips around so fast, you could swear you hear it.

“For apple pie?”

You blink at him. “Yes?”

He walks over, abandoning his watch point in the corner of the store. He takes one look at the selection and swipes several apples of varying colors, dropping them into your cart. He does it with such confidence and so quickly, you couldn’t help but wonder.

The man nods in satisfaction when he grabs the cart handles, wheeling it away. You follow. “So which did you pick?”

He grunts. “Several different types. Jonagored, Liberties…”

The two of you stop to grab something on the long shopping list off the shelf. “Variety is key. You need both tart and sweet. Best combination is to have some some soft apples mixed with crisp.”

You hum in acknowledgement, comparing the prices between two blocks of butter. “You’re pretty knowledgeable about this.”

Soldier: 76 doesn’t answer, he just continues walking down the aisle. You watch him, and smile to yourself. For all of his griping and awkwardness at the beginning of this trip, he seems to blend in pretty well. You grab the butter of your choice and catch up to your comrade a few aisles over.

“So, about the pie.” You drop the dairy product into the cart. “Should the apples be cubed or sliced?”

“Sliced,” he says quickly. He sounds slightly scandalized as though he can’t believe that cubed apples are even up for consideration. You raise an eyebrow. That’s the strongest opinion he’s had outside of combat that you’ve heard from the man’s mouth. 

“Don’t like them cubed?”

“They don’t make any damn sense. Double crust with sliced combinations of crisp tarts and soft sweets in the middle, drizzle of caramel on top.” Wow, that actually sounds pretty delicious. 

“Well, since you’re so sure,” you tease, “I guess you’ll have to show me how it’s done.”

“Is that a challenge?” The cart halts and he looks at you, presence suddenly imposing. His blue eyes are practically glowing.

You boldly meet his gaze, grinning. “You bet it is.”

When you both return to base, Soldier: 76 makes good on his promise. And by the end of the night, you have to concede during your second helping of pie. 

It is the best apple pie you’ve ever tasted.

AU where instead of going to Samwell, Jack starts a widely successful Publicly Broadcast show for children.

Jack learns that he is great with kids after coaching them for a little over two years. Moreover, kids are good with Jack. There is no pressure to be anything other than who he is.

It all starts with a local news program doing a fluff piece on Jack Zimmermann’s coaching ability. But then it turned into something completely different when Jack skated onto camera and started to introduce every single one of his kids and what was special about them. He was…really enchanting actually. He didn’t ever really talk down to them. Jack just treated them as a tiny friend. 

They ARE his tiny friends, but that’s not the point. 

The footage they got of “snack time” was really the best. Imagine a good 16 kids piled around this massive man teaching them the best way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

 It should have been obvious that a local channel would contact him. It still surprises Jack. They want him to host a show? Why? Everyone always teased him about how impersonable he was during interviews. Is it because he’s Jack Zimmermann’s son? Or Alicia’s? 

Jack asks all of these questions to his mother and she just laughs. “You made a PB&J interesting to 16 kids just by being you”

Jack figures it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. 

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Guys, lets all think positive!!

I understand, many of us are upset, but we still need to be happy!

So, I give y'all happy headcanons in hopes of making someone smile:

—Tumbler once made Skittery breakfast for Father’s Day; Skittery started to cry, and he held Tumbler for at least a half hour
—Jack has drawn his friends on the sidewalk with sidewalk chalk and it’s super detailed
—Katherine and Crutchie give hugs to anyone who needs one
—Once, Finch hid a bird in the lodging house, and it scared Bumlets, so they stopped talking for a week
—But Bumlets named the bird so they’re fine now
—Romeo practices pick-up lines in front of a mirror every morning before selling papers
—Elmer has eaten glue once. Albert dared him to
—They all play Mario Kart 8 together, and they’re competitive
—They got Medda to start up a Glee Club in high school (I’ll have a list of headcanons to follow this one!)
—Specs and Bumlets have dance-offs
—Henry has funny names for all of his friends on his phone; Elmer is ‘Elmer’s Glue’ (get it? it’s a glue thing, I think. or maybe it’s not, heck if I know), Romeo is 'Juliet’ to be funny, and Race is ’*sighs* bOI’ and the list goes on
—Swifty really, really loves Taylor Swift (imagine if that’s how he got his name in a modern au, lol)
—Jake can sing the entire American Idiot soundtrack without having to stop
—Pie Eater names any of his pets after a type of pie he likes
—Mush really likes taking Buzzfeed quizzes
—Blink believes in zodiac posts and gets salty whenever he’s near a Libra for some reason
—Bill and Darcy babysit Les, Tumbler, and Blanket every weekend and they enjoy it (because they’re children at heart)
—Everyone has called Morris 'Moritz’ at least twice
—And if you didn’t guess, Oscar gets called 'Oscar The Grouch’
—They all enjoy watching kids shows, and Saturday morning cartoons
—Jojo can play the piano quite well, and likes to play medleys from his favourite musicals for everyone
—Buttons has taught the younger newsies how to sew and knit
—They all adopt a cat and Kloppman is a-okay with it
—They call the cat 'Mewlitzer’ and Katherine approves

Dex helping Bitty in the kitchen is such a regular occurrence lately that it takes Nursey a good couple of minutes to realize that Bitty isn’t actually in the room with them.

He stops short where he’s stooped down low in front of the open fridge, looking for leftover pie, and blinks up at Dex’s back. “Yo, where’s Bits?”

Dex doesn’t bother turning around from where he’s stirring something on the stove. “Class I think? Not sure.”

“So you’re just… cooking. By yourself.” Nursey stands up and lets the fridge door swing closed, pie forgotten.

“I keep trying to tell you guys it’s not a big deal,” Dex huffs. “All you have to do is–”

“–follow the instructions, yeah yeah, whatever. Why are you cooking?” Nursey narrows his eyes. “Is this for dibs?”

“Oh fuck off, Nurse. Unlike some people, not everything I do around the Haus is just because I–”

But lightning strikes Nursey’s brain then, and his eyes widen, a smirk creeping onto his face despite how fast his heart suddenly starts beating. “Oh dude, hold up, is it for a girl?

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Helping Your D-Partner Manage Stress (Pt. 2)

Part 1 is here

The Haus kitchen seemed as good a place as any to start.

Bitty had sympathy-baked pies for the team; blueberry, peach, and cherry cooled in a line down the counter. The whole room was still pleasantly warm from the oven and the Haus smelled the way heaven might, if heaven had been inspired by a Southern Living magazine.

Dex was more calm than Nursey had seen him in at least a week, curled up on the toxic couch, legs folded underneath him as read the textbook in his lap. His clothes were worn in just the right way to stretch perfectly over his body, like some kind of catalog ad. Dex muttered something to himself, eyebrows squishing together as he underlined something in his book. It was objectively adorable, and Nursey could admit to that. 

It didn’t change the fact that he needed to take time off to relax and, just maybe, pull the stick out of his ass.

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Masterlist of Newsies Headcanons for each character

At this point I’ve written up one or more excessively detailed headcanon/backstory list for most of the characters in the 1992 Newsies film, and a few for the stage versions of the characters as well.

In the interest of blog organization (and shameless self-promotion?), I’ve gone through, found the links to all of the lists, and alphabetized them by character.

Please note that these are just my views on the characters and what I’ve made up for them. Nothing is even remotely official. Speculation and blatant over analysis is my idea of fun. Enjoy! :)


A Quick Guide to Newsies Characters




http://david-jacobs-would.tumblr.com/post/114755595529/top-five-blush-headcanons (Blink/Mush)




****Crutchie (stage)****






*****Davey (stage)*****


****The Delanceys****




*****Jack (stage)*****



****Jacobs Family****








http://david-jacobs-would.tumblr.com/post/114755595529/top-five-blush-headcanons (Blink/Mush)

****Pie Eater****



****Sarah Jacobs****


http://david-jacobs-would.tumblr.com/post/113997205054/what-kind-of-relationship-do-you-think-sarah-and (Newsbians Headcanons)









****Mr. Wiesel*****


Cheerful Headcanons:

Soul-crushing Headcanons:

Reading Headcanons:

Friendship Headcanons

Modern High School Cliques


Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It goes like this— there is a past, and there is a present. You don’t know how long you’ve been alive. (You don’t even know if you are alive.) But. You know him.
Words: 1,753
Warnings: nothing :o
Notes: for anon — honestly you wanted something so different probably but i suck so have this instead lmao soz

Originally posted by thespidergirl

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asteronaut  asked:


The latest ghost to attack Amity Park was a large thing that looked like a demented cross between a crocodile and a puppy. Danny flew up to it, three or four bad puns already on his tongue. The thing opened its mouth and roared loudly enough to shatter several windows. “I am Fluffy-wuffy-kins!”

Danny came to a dead stop, the blast that had been brewing in his hand dissipating with a fizzle. “What?”

The ghost slammed a clawed paw down on top a car. “Fluffy-wuffy-kins!”

“You need a better name,” Danny commented, hovering near its head. The thing stared at him with one large eye, pausing in its destruction for a moment to listen. “Something easy to shout, short, but that strikes fear in the populace.”

The eye blinked. “Pumpkin pie?” it tried.

Danny wrinkled his nose. “Closer.”

The thing looked around, swinging its large, furry, crocodile head around. One if it’s fluffy ears nearly knocked Danny from the sky. “Purge,” it finally offered, having read the word off a billboard.

“I like it,” Danny grinned. “Shall we take it from the top?”

The thing opened its mouth and roared loudly enough to shatter most of the remaining windows. “I am PURGE!”

WestAllen fic:

Title: Good Boys and Bow Ties
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Iris West, Barry Allen
Word count: 8637

Summary:  Iris West punches Barry Allen in the face and falls in love with him in exactly the same moment: the courtship of E2 WestAllen. (Contains some kink, because, um, it turns out that Iris bossing Barry around is super hot?)


Some idiot tries to hold up Jitterbugs’ and a nineteen year old waitress named Iris West – who barely comes up to this guy’s chest – hurls herself at him, cracks him twice in the head with an ashtray and throws him clean over her shoulder. Keeps him pinned with some crazy arm thing until the cops arrive.

Barry Allen, who ducked inside only five minute earlier just to get out of the evening rain, decides he’s going to marry this girl.

Except he doesn’t know her name and it takes him six months of passing by outside Jitterbugs’ to get up the courage to go in and ask.

(Baby steps).

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