save the warehouse

the way luthors Should Have Ended
  • jess does not even bat an eyelash when kara steps out of the elevator, and maybe that’s the first sign that things have changed
  • (jess never disliked her–no, jess just cares about lena, cares in a way kara is eternally thankful for. and kara, reporter kara, could be as much of a threat to lena luthor as any kryptonite-chested henchman. but now– now jess looks up at her, nods, and it feels all the world like success)
  • she knocks, knowing she doesn’t have to, and walks in before lena can answer. this is lena’s office, lena’s space, but oh, if it doesn’t feel like part of her home
  • (oh, if lena doesn’t feel like home)
  • kara has gotten flowers upon flowers upon flowers, in every shade and color and she doesn’t know what to do with all of them, where to put them. she is not used to it, this public sort of praise. she isn’t used to being appreciated as kara, but hasn’t lena always done that? hasn’t lena always seen her as kara first?
  • seeing her as lena is only returning the favor, kara thinks
  • lena smiles easily, and kara’s heart ends up somewhere behind her stomach, thumping out an uneven, frantic beat. she can survive without air on this planet but she is increasingly beginning to believe that without that smile, that look, those eyes–she’d be a goner
  • so, kara says, because she has to say something, has to stop staring at lena and that beautiful magazine cover. my office is overflowing with flowers
  • when lena feigns confusion, crinkles her brow——kara has never wanted to kiss her more. but then lena is talking: thank you. i have never had a friend like you. i’ve never had family like you. 
  • kara can wave off this praise: it is what friends do. but when lena tilts her head, murmurs, coming into that warehouse, saving me– kara coughs, a choked sound. what?
  • lena doesn’t answer; instead, she reaches up, gives kara a moment to stop her, stop this. when kara doesn’t move, lena lifts the glasses off of her face, quietly hums in victory
  • a super and a luthor, lena says again, and kara thinks of that day so many weeks ago, that gala. (she wants to think about lena saving them, saving the day, as she seemed to do so often. she ends up thinking about lena showing up at catco and lena showing up at her apartment and lena, lena lena)
  • you risked a lot for me, lena says, and kara shakes her head. i’d risk anything for you
  • there’s a moment, a perfect one, where their bodies still and time feels forgiving rather than forgetful and the world lifts itself off their shoulders
  • imagine, kara wants to shout. imagine what we could be together, imagine what we could do together, imagine, imagine it—
  • and then kara’s phone rings
  • lena stands quickly, suddenly a shadow of her previously confident self; she has learned pride and posture and learned them well, but when kara is involved, she can do nothing but stumble
  • kara silences her phone and stands, an echo, and the action pulls her closer to lena. they are caught again in this storm, and it thunders louder, and louder, and lena leans in first tugs kara close, arms around shoulders, eyes shut
  • kara knows she is in for a lecture later back at the deo–you almost died, you shouldn’t have gone, you took too big a risk–but lena is kissing her and every doubt and thought and thing flies straight out of her mind
  • lena is kissing her. lena is kissing her
  • she still has her eyes closed for a beat when lena pulls away and giggles: kara– babe, you’re floating a bit
  • kara crashes back down to the ground and falls even harder

meetmyinnerdemons  asked:

Hi, I wanted to ask you if you know any fanfictions about Johnlock texting/letters/internet messages, something connected with that? :)

Hi Lovely!

I thought I didn’t have many of these, so I was so excited that I would be able to get this done in 10 minutes… it’s now 4 hours later and I finally got a rough list done for you and I STILL can’t find the one I wanted to add to this list! I’m so angry, because I THOUGHT it was an FFNet fic, but i can’t find it urg. Oh well. I hope you like what I have picked for you instead!


  • Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2799 w, Ao3) - John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can’t find words big enough to thank her for saving John’s life at the warehouse. For afters, there’s a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of Unkissed
  • Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3772 w., Ao3) - John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.
  • A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w. Ao3) - John sank deeper into the pillows, let the mist and blur of the wine settle around him, let it shore up his nerves and dim the warning signals that flashed dully in the back of his mind. He let the rest of the disappointment about Lucy and his strange accommodations and about the weekend as a whole fade into obscurity. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes. **MUST READ**
  • Come Home by hudders-and-hiddles(E, 3763, Ao3) -  When John leaves for a medical conference, Sherlock tries to entice him back home.
  • A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb  (E, 32,690, Ao3) John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX **MUST READ**
  • The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w., Ao3) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.
  • Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8737 w., Ao3) - "I am not agitated. I’m just tired of it. The insinuations, the comments, that I have no… no interest in relationships, or sex.“ John and Sherlock muddle through a relationship. **FAVE!**
  • Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3218 w., Ao3)On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots. Lovely pining Sherlock fic. Love this one!
  • Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., Ao3)Throughout his life, Sherlock Holmes has always taken facts and held them close like treasures, because in a world of complex emotions, unpredictability, and the unknown, logic has never failed him. Puzzles can always be solved and equations will always have an answer; he seeks and finds comfort in the steady absolution of facts and the knowledge that everything has a definition: an unchanging, consistent meaning. However, at age thirty-five he discovers the exception to all of his neat, tidy logic when he meets John Watson, the one person who evades definition and refuses to be easily categorized—and who makes Sherlock question his own previously unshakeable ideas about everything from life to love. (Apparently a WiP, but it feel complete enough, as the “last chapter” has been waiting for over 2 years)
  • Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6090 w., Ao3) - Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to recieve pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.
  • Text Me When It’s Over by immaculately-flawed (K+, 1K+ w., FFnet) - After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them… Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.
  • Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., ffnet) - A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.
  • Message Not Sent by Queerasil (K, 762 w. ffnet) - Sherlock texts John after the fall and during the hiatus. The messages are sent, but never received. Sequel to WORDLOCKED, TSTM, and Wait, How Do You Play This Game Again?
  • Iunctum by Fudgyokra (K, 221 w., FFNet) - He stood still for a long time, staring not so much at the words he’d been sent, but at the signature that marked them: A simple ‘SH,’ neatly tucked at the close of the words ‘I’ve missed you.’” A 221B ficlet; Sherlock’s return from the fall.
  • The Art Of Communication by StillWaters1 (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Lestrade was used to getting odd, non sequitur texts from Sherlock. But when “John went out for milk” was followed by a terse “two hours ago,” Lestrade immediately understood three things: John was missing, Sherlock was quietly panicking, and this could all end very, very badly.


  • Letters by Jenna Flare (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - John leaves letters on Sherlock’s grave as a method of coping. Sherlock reads them every week. Sherlock/John, John/Mary. T for swearing. Post-Reichenbach
  • Letters From Beyond by LittleBabeBlue (K, 637 w., FFNet) - A letter for John was found in Sherlock’s coat after he jumped. Post-Reichenbach.
  • Dear John by starwarsfreak95 (T, 601 w. FFNet) - Not all Dear John letters are bad. Sherlock tries to explain to John why he did what he did and how much John means to him.
  • Pen Pals by WerewolfDoctor (K, 2K w., FFNet) - Most people don’t become pen pals by one of them writing a not-suicide note. Then again, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have never exactly been normal, have they?
  • In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w., Ao3) - John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.
  • There’s Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) - (M, 4676 w., Ao3) - Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.
  • Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8031 w., Ao3) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month. Written after series one.
  • White Blank Page by SarahCat1717 (M, 11,936 w., Ao3) – Post-fall, Sherlock is off eliminating Moriarty’s crime web. He finds he misses John. He can’t divulge that he still lives, but he placates his need to communicate with John and still feel a connection with him by sending him blank letters. But over time, this writing exercise lends itself to Sherlock exploring his feelings for his friend. What will happen when Sherlock returns to London and the man he has been “writing” to regularly for the past two years? NOT S3 compliant. Mary who?
  • Get It All in Writing by aceofhearts61 (T, 2423 w., Ao3) – Sherlock and John write each other love notes. Part 8 of A Love with No Name
  • and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink (G, 2683 w., Ao3)
  • Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5178 w., Ao3) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.
  • Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 3 Parts, 30,802 w. Ao3) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.)


  • The Case of the Vanishing Blog by Hekateras (K+, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Sherlock is in it for the hunt. John is in it for the action. Even so, the events at the Pool leave a mark on both, unwilling as they are to admit it.
  • One-Way Mirror by StormyNight108 (K+, 830 w. FFNet) - Post-Reichenbach one-shot. It’s been months since the incident, where a man lost his best friend. Slowly but surely, John’s life is starting to turn up a little. That night, his blog is updated to share good news to his followers, and one anonymous commentator is quick to share his happiness. It’s about as close to his friend as he can get right now.
  • Don’t Go Without Me by MirabileLectu (T, 1K+ w. FFNet) - Deep in the recesses of the cluttered space under John’s bed, far from the prying eyes of nosy landladies, there is a box.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, 5308 w., Ao3) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please
  • Journal of Truths by Goddess_of_the_Night (T, 2317 w., Ao3) - When John escorts Sherlock back to Baker Street from the tarmac, he discovers a journal that Sherlock has kept secret…that he has kept secrets in. What he sees when he opens it is nothing like what he expected. He expected scrawling notes of observations, or maths equations, or drawings of plants…anything but what he actually finds: confessions.
  • You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., Ao3) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.
  • Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w., Ao3) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times.
  • The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (E, 58,611 w., Ao3) – John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.


  • I Believe In Sherlock Holmes by Cennis (K, 2+K w., FFNet)When John came to Baker Street one Sunday about six months after the funeral and found an elegant wooden cane, expensive-looking yet sturdy, stuffed away in the shoe cupboard, he began ‘blogging’ again. It began with post-it notes. POST-FALL.
  • In case of emergency by AlessNox (K, 520 w., FFNet) - Sherlock is charged with making a list of what supplies they would need in case of an emergency.
  • The Three-Word Tin Collection by TheBookshelfDweller (K, 1K+ w., FFNet) - What happens when Sherlock has to store the things he wants to say to John while deconstructing Moriarty’s web, but the Mind palace proves an inadequate place to store them?
  • 206 Reasons by whitchry9 (K+, 1K+, FFNet) - John won’t wake up, so Sherlock lists all the reasons why he should. Because he appears to be a bit besotted. How inconvenient.
  • Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., Ao3) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he’s pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.
  • The Trouble With Being Subtle. by VictoryCandescence (NR, 5429 w., Ao3) - In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.
  • The Importance of Torn Papers by MyLittleCornerOfSherlock (G, 2427 w., Ao3) – Little things make a big difference, even little notes of thanks. Small reminders to show he cares.
  • Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., Ao3) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness’, and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts’ now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.
  • See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981, Ao3) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure.
    So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

And I have a few on my Marked For Later List which also have this theme. I HAVE NOT READ THEM, so I don’t know what they are like; I was waiting for them to finish before I do. As well, Alexx has a tonne of lists you can check out too!

The Warehouse

I sure do love me some Toys here.

Animatronic August Day 17- Books

Characters: Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Mangle, Balloon Boy

Notes: Yeah

When the Toys were scrapped following the Bite, they’d pretty much received the reverse treatment that their counterparts had. They were torn apart, their parts used to reassemble the Originals. 

Unlike their counterparts, they were not put in the pizzeria to be used for any extra parts.

The warehouse was dark and even though none of them could feel the temperature, it sent shivers through them on the colder nights. It was packed with boxes, half not even belonging to Fazbear Entertainment. They had no idea where they were. But once again, they could not escape.

The good part about the warehouse was that humans rarely entered, allowing them to roam all day and all night. Of course, with their torn apart wiring, they had some trouble for the first few days. Without his face and eyes, Toy Bonnie had run into boxes a few times. Toy Chica had fallen a bit, tripping over things that had tumbled out of boxes, and was unable to get up due to her new lack of hands. Mangle, who had been mostly saved from the tearing apart process, as most of the things they needed to repair Foxy had already been torn out of them, had trouble the first few days attempting to reach the ceiling and swing across the rafters. Long story short, they fell a lot.

One of the lucky things about the warehouse, though, was the things the boxes contained. Mangle and BB fought over a box of toys during the second week, which ended up with Mangle, having finally found a way to the rafters, hoarding them up there, much to BB’s anger. He wasn’t mad for long though, as Toy Chica managed to find an air pump and a box of balloons. 

But the box that ended up exciting them the most was a box filled with books. 

There was a book for each of them. Toy Freddy had dug into a few classics, eyes shining as he read about humans coming of age. Toy Bonnie had found a few books on music, with sheet music included, which he practiced on a guitar he had found stuffed in a corner. Even though she didn’t have anything to cook with and no food, Toy Chica had marveled at the cook books and excitedly told the others all the things she had learned to cook, hoping one day that she could cook them. As for Mangle, they’d found some adventure books, which they stashed up in the rafters with the toys they’d smuggled away from BB, and read hanging upside down, high above the boxes. BB themselves didn’t know how to read, as his programming was meant for that of an incredibly young child. That didn’t stop him however, as a bunch of kindergarten books and Toy Freddy’s guidance slowly helped him learn.

The books brought them places, far from the dark warehouse. They brought them joy. They brought them hope.

rembrandtswife  asked:

For the character meme, tell me about your Elliot Spencer.

Hoo boy. This man is like an onion with all his layers.

This is speculative, but I think of Eliot as having had an abusive childhood. I see his sensitivity to abused and neglected kids, like in The Order 23 Job and The Carnival Job, and I see a man who knows what it’s like from their perspective. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love the place where he’s from – he clearly does – but he’s been the victim before, to my mind.

Eliot was drawn to Hardison the moment they met. I think it’s so important to remember that Eliot was showing off to Hardison from the beginning, when he beat up all those goons while Hardison hacked the door, and said with a grin, “That’s what I do.” Eliot doesn’t show off for just anyone! But he wanted to impress Hardison. And he saved Hardison from the exploding warehouse later that episode. It takes Eliot a little longer to warm up to Parker and realize what they have in common, but there was a spark between him and Hardison right away.

I keep in mind that watching Eliot’s body language is more important than what he says, most of the time. Most of his relationship with Parker, for example, is in nonverbal communication. He lets Parker get right up in his space in a way he hates to do with others – even Hardison, when the closeness isn’t on his own terms. When he reaches out to touch someone, it’s always, always significant.

S03 E05: The Secret Origin of Felicity Smoak

This is the compilation of all Olicity fics written in response to S03E05 of Arrow. The list do not include speculation stories of future episodes or plot development, just post-episode reactions and missing scenes. Keep this in mind when you sent a suggestion to add to this list. 


so close yet so far (3x05 post-episode ficlet) by hope27 [T - part of a collection]

Felicity is surprised to see Oliver sitting on the steps to her townhouse when she returns from dropping her mother off at the airport. Their relationship is in limbo but, no matter what, they will always be there for each other.

Felicity is not picking up the phone by MaryTagus [T - 299]

Felicity his having a terrible day. Her mom his in town for a visit and the Super Virus she created while on MIT is being use to blackmail the city.

While her computers are doing their thing Oliver told her to go to home and talk to her mother.

Now Oliver his trying to contact Felicity and she isn’t pick up the phone.

Always One Foot on the Ground by MachaSWicket [E - 6697]

Felicity’s had a long couple of days, what with her mother’s visit and her ex-boyfriend’s reappearance and Oliver’s insistence on reminding her about his feelings. So of course Oliver would show up at her place when all she really wants to do is sleep.

heroism by minachandler [G - 3693]

Sometimes, Felicity needs to be reminded that she’s a hero, too. After spending the day with her mother, Felicity contemplates what Oliver said to her. With a helpful nudge in the right direction from Laurel, she ends up finding comfort in the unlikeliest of places - the bottom of a shot-glass filled with vodka - with Oliver himself. On his bed, no less.

Deleted Scene: Oliver hears from ARGUS by orphan_account [G - 315]

Oliver hears from Lyla that Felicity’s apartment was found trashed and her missing.

Oliver goes to save Felicity in the Warehouse by MaryTagus [G - 535]

Missing scene from Arrow 3x05.


If you know or wrote a fic related to S03E05 and it’s not here, please send it to us so we can add here.

Okay, so I might have made a post about this before but I’m listening to it again and this always really bugs me:

At the end of the first (official) day of the heist in Skin Game, Harry arrives at Karrin’s house and sees Butters for the first time in a year. They exchange a pleasant, friendly greeting, but Harry mostly stays quiet on account of how he’s just been shot and is still bleeding, though he does find time to make a joke about the tux he’s wearing. Harry asks about how Butters’ relationship is going, but Butters just tells him to be quiet and stay still because he needs to focus. Harry passes out while Butters is sewing (well, gluing) him back together.
A little while later, Harry wakes up, and they chat for at least a minute, probably more like two. Not really about much, but still.
*THEN* Harry gets around to the matter of repaying his debt to Bob. This is a *huge* thing, admittedly Butters may not know about the details (i.e. that Bob is a target for literal gods and wanted this backup vessel because he’s scared they’re going to try and destroy him, especially after helping Harry the year before), though also he might know, we have no idea what Bob told him, but Harry tells him that it took him 4 months to make. *4 months* And given Harry’s situation, that could have very possibly been with him working like 60 hours a week (and it may or may not have included the month it took him trying and failing to carve the shape before he got it right), none of which would have been easy or routine for him because this was a huge stretch for him.
Pretty much immediately afterwards, Harry notices that Butters is disquieted/acting off, so he asks how he is, and pushes (gently) when Butters tries to brush him off.
And after all this, he caps off his story/explanation by saying “And when you sit up from being sewn up, what’s the first thing you do? ‘Hey Butters! How’re you doing, Butters? Sorry about beating up your girlfriend, uh, didn’t mean to wreck your computer room man!’ No, the first thing you start talking about is paying off a debt.”

And that just always bothers me because it’s so… Not what happened? I mean, it wasn’t the first thing, it wasn’t even in the first three things they talked about after he woke up (which, you know, he’d just woken up from surgery to help with the fact that he’d been shot with an assault rifle about an hour before). They’d already greeted each other, Harry had made a joke, and Harry had asked about his personal life *while he was bleeding from a bullet wound* before they got around to the surgery, and Butters had actually been kinda stand-offish about that. As for the apologies; he apologised and explained to Andi as soon as it happened, and (if I recall correctly) gave Butters a brief explanation as soon as he saw him (you know, like a year and a half ago). They didn’t really get much time to talk that day, but after all that had happened Harry saved Butters from the warehouse. Like, that issue should be well and truly settled and beyond any need for any further apologies by now, unless Butters is taking it *really* badly.
But the part that bothers me *most* about it is… This whole rant from Butters was prompted by Harry literally asking Butters how he was, less than five minutes after waking up, directly after the debt thing, because Harry noticed that Butters didn’t seem okay and he was concerned about his friend.

Butters had a whole bunch of issues/concerns with Dresden that he expressed in that rant, and most of them were either fair or at least understandable (mostly the latter tbh), but that final part really, really annoys me. It’s almost as bad as Thomas’s guilt trip during their reunion in Cold Days

Trackpads and Sticky Hands

Prompt: It’s days like this; where the flat is empty, the day is quickly giving way into night and nothing sounds quite as good to Dan as him, in bed, pantless and browsing the internet - that the young man will take it upon himself to become so relentlessly aroused but remain so lazy that he can’t be arsed to do anything about it - until he does.

Warnings: Half-hearted masturbation, relatable Tumblr browsing habits

Dan scrolls through Tumblr with a lazy two fingers on his trackpad, his laptop perched warm on his chest as his head is just barely propped up on the edge of the pillows he has underneath him. His other hand is resting lazily against his jaw, his fingers enveloped in a sweater sleeve that he’s just barely taken into his mouth. Dan catches glimpses of each post as he makes his way down his feed. Meme, text post, text post, photoset, meme, meme, porn- oh. It’s a gif that barely manages to hold his attention for longer than a second. There’s a man, noteably undressed, sitting on a couch with his legs spread in front of a camera that’s positioned at the neck down. He’s particularly fit, muscles flexing with his movements as he maintains what looks like a very firm, tight grip on his erect cock, sliding up and down and up again. Dan doesn’t notice how long he’s staring at the looping clip of images until he’s brought back to where he is by his email notification sound. 

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– ; The warehouse is the quiet, monochrome work environment Lawrence can lose himself in without worrying about people asking questions or TALKING to him. He could put in his earbuds, turn on a looped playlist, and submerge himself in repetitive, mundane motions stacking boxes and moving cargo. The late-shift suited his nocturnal tendencies well and just before dawn he would return home to the humid, sickly smell of his apartment. To the blurring memories of the river.

– ; A man in a fitted suit and tailored pant nearly trips him up. No one is supposed to be on the floor when its active like this: forklifts whirling past to lift things from the highest shelves and 1,000 pound flats being skirted around the edges. Lawrence almost knocks him down, content to continue his routine, and as he wiggles just out of range of hitting him he breaths a quiet apology.

     “ Sorry…. 

How The Nigerian Job establishes character

I’ve rewatched The Nigerian Job twice this week while proselytizing Leverage to friends, so I’ve had some time to consider, with the benefit of hindsight, how the first episode establishes the key characterization points for our five heroes.


The first five seconds establish his cardinal sins: alcoholism and anger, both at himself and at anyone he decides is “the bad guy.” The rest of the episode sets the tone for his interactions with the team. He understands how they tick, looks after them, protects them from prosecution by Pierson at the end even when he thinks he’s never going to see them again. But as he tells Eliot, “I am not your friend.” As Sophie tells him, “Black king, white knight.” As he tells his soon-to-be crime children, “Hardison dies in Plan M.” They are all chess pieces. He will try to protect them, but he won’t guarantee it.


Hardison desperately wants to connect. While the others all want to walk away from the first job for Dubenich, Hardison says, “It was kind of cool being on the same side.” Nate doesn’t bother to promise him money or payback to bring him in for the second job, because he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t like to be the bait, doesn’t want to be the one at risk, would rather be safe behind a computer – for good reason, since he waved a gun around without even knowing how to use the safety! He tries to impress Nate repeatedly (”I told her to say that!” “I’m really good at what I do!”) and doesn’t succeed because you can never earn the love of your crime dad.


Eliot is immediately shown as Mr. Badass Grumpyface, which is exactly what he wants you to think. But the chinks in the armor show quickly. When he saves Hardison from the guards, he says, “That’s what I do,” with a distinctly showoff-y smirk. He saves Hardison from the exploding warehouse. He tries to be a friend to Nate. He jokes about kissing Hardison and thumps him on the shoulder(!!!). His cited reason for coming back to Nate at the end is “You need this,” though I suspect he was also projecting his own reasons onto Nate. He’s clearly also driven by dark emotions (”I’m gonna hurt Dubenich so bad,” “Payback, and if it goes right, a lot of money.”)


Parker in the first episode breaks my heart. She had an awful childhood (and did something very decisive about it, clearly). Throughout the episode she shows total surprise that another human being could actually help her. She’s clearly so used to relying on herself, even more than Eliot and Hardison. Unlike Eliot or Hardison, she came into the warehouse with a gun she knew how to use – which drops the hint that she is, in fact, the most dangerous person on the team. The episode simultaneously establishes her as neuroatypical (shouting “HA!” at an inappropriate moment, generally off-beat interactions) and also smart, funny, and at times very sweet (I loved her joy in sharing the drop with Sophie!)


What an entrance Sophie makes! Her choice to act on the stage, no matter how awful she is, again and again, juxtaposed with her incredible acting on cons, is a central mystery about her. Sophie can’t really lose herself in a role when everyone knows she’s playing it. Yet she keeps getting on stage and trying, everyone knowing it’s an act, everyone knowing she’s failing. It’s this marriage of flawless deception with painful honesty that makes Sophie compelling from the start.


So the reaction to the last chapter was everything I could’ve hoped for. Everyone who hadn’t figured it out was properly surprised. Hopefully, this chapter has a bit more exposition for you guys. The people who enjoyed the last chapter were @petertheparanoidpoltergeist@procrastinatingvirgo, @arabella-loves-coffee, and @sxnali. 

Oh my gosh! No! No! No!

OMG I KNEW IT, I sense it from the last part that Steve’s date was Bobby! Damn! This part was so intense, definitely keep going with the new techniques, it adds more weight and realism to the writing

I took a break from my SAT studying and just discovered Civil War so I’m a little late BUT WOW IT IS AMAZING I LOVE IT!!! (also it reminds me of Mulan aka my fave disney movie)

Civil War (Part 7)

Part 6

Bucky felt Steve’s hands pull him back and the expression he was met with felt worse than any nightmare ever could. Your face was filled with a myriad of emotions. Confusion, disgust, and worst of all, fear. He could feel the tentacles wrapping themselves around his throat…

Steve dragged Bucky to the corridor, throwing him into his room and shutting the door.
“I don’t often get mad at you,” he began, “so I’m going to try not to. You tell me what you think is going on, and I will tell you why you’re wrong.”

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What really happened in Nebraska.

I recently noticed that I haven´t posted Cas in a long time, so here you go with some Cas fluff/smut. 
Actually I´m having a little bit of writers block, but more on that later.

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, car sex

Length: 1393 Words

Originally posted by godshipsit


Usually you never got out of control.
You never drunk too much, never partied too hard, never ever did something that was stupid and impulsive.

It was your thing, you were the good girl.
And that was why you were so shocked when you woke up on that Saturday morning, a warm body next to you, your head hurting, your eyes not able to comprehend all the light that was coming right at them.
You turned around slowly and the first thing you saw was black hair, pretty messy and looking kinda cute.
“Oh shit”, you murmured to yourself and while you thought about what you were going to do, he opened his eyes, his blue one´s meeting yours, and there were a moment when time seemed to be put on hold and there was only you and him.
You could see when the realization hit him though and suddenly you jumped up, blushing.
You´re clothes were lying all over the room and looked kinda dirty, so you just grabbed your bathrobe and threw it over yourself, not looking at him until you were sure he was fully clothed.
Then you turned around to face a pretty uncomfortable looking Cas:
“Maybe we shouldn´t have done this”, he stated and you nodded slowly:
There was an awkward silence after that and you sighed: “But there´s nothing we can do about it now, so lets make the best out of it and move on.”
He slowly nodded and you grabbed your head before looking at the watch:
“It´s already 10 o´clock. Chances are Dean and Sam are already out. I really need some coffee now.”
You moved to walk away but looked back to look in his face that looked a little sad: “I´m sorry, Cas. This was totally my fault. I never drink.”
He shook his head: “I know. I shouldn´t have let you.”
With that you walked out the door, only to walk right up into Dean, who was making his way towards the kitchen.
He laughed and kept you from falling by holding you at your shoulders and whispered: “Woah, easy there. Had fun last night, (Y/N)? We heard some pretty obvious noises from your room. Never knew you were a wild one after all.
Who´s the lucky guy? Have to meet the one who made you loose your principals.”
You rolled your eyes: “Dean please, I´m not in the mood for…”
Right then Cas walked out of the door behind you and froze when he saw Dean standing in front of you.
The Winchester raised his eyebrows and looked back and forth between the angel and you: “Don´t tell me you did… How… I mean…”
The situation was to embarrassing for you to admire the fact that you actually managed to make Dean Winchester speechless so you just walked back into your room shutting the door and falling on your bed.

The next few days were pretty awkward. Cas was there most of the time, helping Sam and Dean finding out things about current cases and of course you had to do the same thing.

Dean never mentioned it to you ever again, but it was pretty obvious that he had told Sam, because he kept staring at you in a weird way.
And what kept bothering you most was the fact that Cas started ignoring you completely.
You started missing him, even though he was there all the time and you always wished for him to come to you, talk to you, show any kind of emotion.

It wasn´t for another two months until everything changed.
You were on a hunt in Nebraska, not a difficult one, just some stupid vamp nest. You had insisted on going alone, but of course the boys wouldn´t have it, and since Dean and Sam were busy with another case when the call came in, you were stuck with Cas.
Your little red beetle seemed to be full of awkwardness all the time. You just coped by playing the professional:
“I think this is going to be easy. I´m going to walk in there and chop their heads off faster than you can say bloodsucker and then we´ll leave.”
Cas had been silent for quite some time now but at your statement he looked at you:
“You are going to walk in there? We´re doing this together.”
You shook your head: “Cas, this isn´t a big deal. I´m quiet and you know I´m good. I´ll just take them out and you´ll wait in the car.”
“I´m not going to let you go in there alone”, he said matter of factly and you got a little angry:
He frowned: “Because it´s dangerous and I don´t wanna get you hurt.”
You snorted: “Oh, so finally you care.”
Probably you were being childish, but after all this time with him not speaking a single word to you, you were a little hurt.
“What is that supposed to mean?”, he asked and his voice was on edge.
You slammed on the breaks and drove at the side of the road: “It means, that after that night, you never did so much as speak to me and I think that shows pretty good how less you care about me, about us.”
His eyes were full of emotion but you couldn´t quite place it which one.
“I never was aware there was an us”, he said quietly.
You couldn´t believe what you were hearing: “There always was an us. From the moment you saved my ass at that warehouse three years ago.”
Then there was silence, filled with build up anger.
His voice was bitter when he spoke up again: “All I ever wanted to do was keep you from getting hurt.”
“And how is ignoring me preventing this? Because I feel pretty hurt right now”, you said and looked at him.
He locked eyes with you: “Because if I would have kept spending time with you all the time, I might would have ended up telling you that I have feelings for you and that I am not sorry for that night at all.
In fact I will cherish it forever.”
And that was it.
Without hesitation you stopped the engine and jumped on his lap.
He started kissing you immediately, running his hands over your back, pulling up your skirt, being just the right amount of rough that made you all hot and bothered immediately.
You didn´t care about the fact that it was the middle of the day at the side of a road, you just cared about Cas right now, so you unbuttoned his pants as fast as you could and shoved them down just enough for his erection to spring free.
This wasn´t about romance, this was about anger, about sex, about frustration, about showing emotion.

You reached behind your back to get a condom out of the glove compartment and while he put it on, you tried to get rid of your thong, which turned out to be impossible.
Not in the mood to get out of the car or in any way away from him, you just pushed it a little to the side and then you two were doing it, full on clawing at each other, moaning and muttering curses.
It didn´t take you long, too much frustration involved.
Sexual and emotinal.
When it was over, you got up so he could toss away the condom and you helped him get his pants closed.
After that you stayed where you were, unsure what to say or do.
But finally he decided it was time to talk:
“(Y/N), I know it´s probably selfish and reckless, but do you want to be with me?”
You felt your heart beating: “Yeah, of course I want to be with you, you idiot.”
And then you kissed him and he kissed you back.
When you broke apart you smiled: “What are we going to tell Sam and Dean?”
He smiled back at you: “Well, definitely not what really happened in Nebraska.”
You laughed: “Probably a good idea”, for a moment you thought about something than grinned, “I like that. What really happened in Nebraska. Could be a good story.”
He kissed your forehead: “Well, it is. It´s our story.”
And that was when you knew that this was the only story that would ever matter.

Yuugi bribes his friends with food. lol.

beginning of battle city right after Joey and Tristan save Yuugi from the warehouse fire. He threatens them with not sharing his hospital food with them if they don’t stop fighting. 

And suddenly I’ve made myself sad. Knowing that Joey’s Dad just gambles away their money. Yuugi probably feeds the two of them. 

Gosh darn it YGO. There you go making me have feels. 

henkin-honk  asked:

an au where adam and michael meet at a party in some sort of accident- like a run in or something?

Title: Party Hardy (Alternatively: The Horrors of Underage Drinking)

Pairing/Characters: Michael/Adam + the Winchesters

Warnings: Heavy drinking, language, and vomiting.

It’s dark in the warehouse, save for the occasional flashes of the color-shifting strobe lights strung above. A sea of sweaty bodies mills around Adam, jostling him this way and that. His grip on his fifth plastic cup of beer tightens as he thinks, Maybe I shouldn’t have come.

It’s just, he’d had lunch with the Winchesters the other day, as he does every once in a while, and while Sam had exuberantly praised him for his midterm results, Dean had barked a laugh and asked, “But what about the parties? Jesus, kid, you’re already a sophomore and you’ve never hit a college party? What a waste.”

And yeah, Adam’s a bit gung-ho when it comes to one-upping Dean, who can be a riot sometimes, yet is also a grade-A, no-buts-about-it asshole, thank you very much. So, in spite of Sam’s warnings against paying Dean any mind, when Adam heard a few seniors gossiping about an Alpha Phi Alpha spring break rave, he’d made it his business to worm the deets out of them.

Dean can call him a nerd all he likes, but Adam’s got a killer smile and he knows how to work it. Except, he’s pretty sure that smile, clinched painfully shut, is the only thing holding back barf now, because he’s dead certain he drank way too much.

His brothers – and father, before John died – let him have a drink now and again, but with them, he had no reason to lurk next to the table of kegs, feeling awkward about not knowing anyone. With them, he could mouth off and knock a bottle back and know the worst that could happen was Dean drawing a mustache on his face in permanent marker.

A twerking girl thumps her ass into his legs, setting him off kilter and knocking the plastic cup out of his hands. Shaken out of his reverie, he watches the cup arc through the air, as if in slow motion, until it hits the leather-clad back of a frat brother, marring the APA insignia on his jacket a pallid yellow reminiscent of piss.

“Shit,” Adam hears himself say, as the frat brother turns, green eyes stormy.

Adam begins to babble apologies, his own eyes wide, but when he makes to retreat a step, a sudden wave of dizziness overcomes him. He tries to right himself on the nearest object in reach, the bicep of a burly guy who shoulders him away with mild irritation, and then the frat brother is way too close, holding him up with an arm around his waist.

Eyes intensely verdant and no longer angry, he asks, “Are you all right?”

Adam opens his mouth to reply, to say something incredibly corny like, “I’m not fine, but you definitely are,” and then he throws up all over the front of the poor guy’s jacket, too.

After that, things go a little bit hazy. A lot hazy. He feels himself being lifted up, probably to get dumped like a sack of garbage outside, but can’t resist burrowing his body into a big, warm chest. Beneath the vague stench of vomit, the frat brother’s aftershave smells heavenly.

An indeterminate period of time later, Adam wakes up to sunlight and is surprised to find himself mostly clothed in a small but comfortable cot, with a pleasantly scented quilt wrapped around him and the guy from last night scrutinizing him from the doorway.

“Shit,” Adam says again, wincing only partly because his head throbs. “I am so sorry. Did I throw myself at you after throwing up on you? God, I am the worst drunk.”

That makes his companion’s frown twitch ever so slightly at one corner. He shakes a dark, curly head. “No, I brought you here to sleep it off. You’re fine.”

“Then, er, where’s my–”

Adam sits up stiffly and tugs at the collar of the t-shirt he wears. Despite just meeting the guy, and not even knowing his name, he trusts him, but he was sporting way more layers at the party, as per his usual. Even to challenge Dean, he couldn’t bother to don leather or anything sexy like that. He doesn’t really have the means to and would feel ridiculous even if he did.

Now, his question earns a booming laugh. “I stuck your jacket in the wash with mine.”

“Thanks,” Adam mutters, ears running hot. “Um, sorry again. Seriously.”

“No problem,” says the guy. “I’m Michael, by the way. Want breakfast? I made eggs and coffee. They’re great for that hangover you’re probably nursing.“

Adam thanks Michael for the umpteenth time, and finally introduces himself, but mentally, he can’t restrain yet another shit, because he’s 99% sure he feels a raging crush coming on.

Fuck Dean, man. That guy ruins everything.