(cover art by @soodyo)

fall (kuroo/tsukishima)

‘I don’t know how many of you know this,’ Himuro’s saying while Koutarou scrambles to pull out his camera and the scattered crowd murmurs and giggles, 'but your darling manager sings better than I ever will. Don’t you want to hear him?’

Today in jaywalking: burnt cookies, smart architects, and Tsukishima Kei’s lost and found.

[Part 15 of the jaywalkers series]

Flag Girl

The morning of the Bernie Sanders rally, I waited
in the rain, the dew coating my sore legs, wind
running between my toes. When the doors finally
opened, I tried to fill the cracks between the crowd,
wanting to get closer– wanting to see my future.

There, from the back, I saw
a sea of scattered grits, the crowd peppered
with points of black and brown light. Children
darted past my feet, weaving butterfly patterns
in the air. A veteran in a wheelchair pushed
toward the front.

And then I saw you, shrouded in evergreen,
wedding white, and Dahlia red– as small
as a watermelon seed– and as large
as Rainbow Warrior, Seejiq with different skin. 

How long did your Abuela spend
sewing that flag? How many stitches
did your parents carry along the border, fingers running
across the spine of the world?

When you were born, did your grandfather’s hands
pinch the corners together, folding it around
your faint body like Supergirl’s cape? 

I wanted to hold you then, wrap my island arms
around you like moss on stone, tell you
we’d all be okay. I wanted 
to be you, wearing a thousand-stitched belt 
like threaded warpaint, ready
to tear down walls. 

“You’re very knowledgable about this kind of stuff…thank god, I’m sure I’d be lost without you.” He joked, reaching out to run his fingers over the silky straps and dainty lace of the lingerie, the gold of the material glimmering underneath the store’s brilliant lighting. She tried not to stare, only watching him curiously as he seemed to get lost looking at the lingerie, as if he was imagining how it would look on his husband.

“Uh…of course, thank you sir.” She shifted, trying to gauge the alpha’s reaction. “What do you think of this one?”

hi this is really really bad please head warnings for super duper implied noncon and kidnapping and just awful things

super badwrong rhack basically 

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Catalyst - Chapter Three

Holding On

Cowritten and Proofread by @aoimikans

Rishi General Hospital was old, originally built before the first quirk appeared. Its state-of-the-art facilities and role as a teaching hospital for the nearby medical school brought in patients and students from across Japan. It quickly grew as it kept pace with the ever-changing nature of humanity. The multiple interconnected medical buildings, pristine landscaping, and parking lots spanned across two whole city blocks.

On the southwest corner stood the original building, squat in comparison to its surroundings at only three floors high. Under the gray sky, the faded brick walls and cracked paint around the windows gave the building the aura of something forgotten. A plain sign hung above the first floor door that simply read: “Storage.”

Naomasa climbed out of his car, raising his badge as he passed the police blockade. Lights flashed from the squad cars lining the road, and a cold wind rustled the police tape surrounding the storage building. A small, scattered crowd gathered along the outside of the barrier, the majority of them wearing scrubs. Nurses and doctors glanced around, speaking to each other in low voices and shrugs.

A group of officers and a couple forensic techs, tool cases in hand, gathered by a short stairwell. Two officers emerged, climbing up the stairs. Between them was a small woman, her head held high and thin lips pursed in a defiant frown despite her ragged appearance. She wore pale pink scrubs and her silvery hair fell from her disheveled bun in flyaway strands. There was a nasty, purple bruise on her temple.

Naomasa watched them pass, spotting the specialized plastic cuffs pinning the woman’s arms behind her back.  

“Sansa,” Naomasa called out.

Officer Tamakawa’s ears swiveled back, and he turned. After a brief greeting, Sansa led Naomasa down the stairs.

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Taylor Swift Wows Austin Crowd at Her Only 2016 Concert

Singer debuts piano rendition of “This Is What You Came For” to crowd of 80,000 at Texas race track

By Chad Swiatecki
3 hours ago

Scattered in the crowd at Taylor Swift’s only concert performance of 2016 were plenty of signs from fans attesting to how far they’d traveled to be in Austin on Saturday night. Plenty belonged to residents of far eastern or Pacific states, but the one that verified a trip from Honduras (approx. distance: 1,270 miles) to see Swift live was a pretty stark testament to the level of star power in play.

What the estimated 80,000 fans gathered from all compass points at the Circuit of The Americas race track got was an emphatic statement of why Swift is the recipient of such loyalty from fans all over the globe.

From the moment Swift emerged from jets of colored fog to the drum snap of “New Romantics,” she commanded the huge festival-sized stage in front of her and projected every stalking step, shimmy and perfectly timed wink or hair flip out to the tens of thousands of fans gathered acres away on lawn seating.

Early on Swift acknowledged that the Austin show was her only 2016 after spending much of the year prior on the world-spanning tour in support of the 1989 album, and that she was looking forward to reconnecting with fans despite recovering from a cold that could have some impact on her vocals. 

However, she persevered throughout much the night, even delivering an extra oomph whenever a song needed an emotional blast and a real soaring vocal.

That was on display for her turn with an acoustic guitar for early-career material “You Belong To Me,” and “Fifteen,” sharing with the audience how much she’s enjoyed her decade-plus of opening her diary and pouring her emotions and romantic mishaps out in front of them.

Swift’s past history of October even-year releases had many speculating that Saturday’s show might feature new material as a way to build toward her next artistic move, but she stuck to her well-known catalog instead. The only exception came during her three-song turn behind a sparkling white grand piano when she delivered her first-ever live performance of “This Is What You Came For,” the hit she helped pen for her ex beau Calvin Harris and Rihanna.

Now 10 years and a whole lot of well-publicized breakups into her career, Swift appeared to have not just moved on from those stumbles but taken full ownership of them, turning songs like “Blank Space” and “I Knew You Were Trouble” into anthems of experience from a woman proud to be living life fearlessly.

By the time the closing fireworks on the undeniable dance party of “Shake It Off” signaled the night’s close 80 minutes later, Swift bid farewell as a smiling and thankful conquering hero. Saturday’s show might have been her sole public concert for the entire year, but with a crowd that ranks as one of her largest ever, it showed no drop off or rust from a star determined to remain one of the biggest names in music for a long time to come.


“New Romantics”
“Blank Space”
“I Knew You Were Trouble”
“You Belong To Me”
“Holy Ground”
“We Are Never Getting Back Together”
“Love Story”
“This Is What You Came For”
“Sparks Fly”
“Wildest Dreams”
“Out Of The Woods”
“Shake It Off”


Halsey hits the stage, her bright hair blending with the colored smoke so she seems to simply dissolve from the fog. The crowd erupts, launching into the first song with the young pop artist. Born in New Jersey and adopted by New York City, Halsey has a lingering grittiness that translates beautifully to her performance. It is impossible to watch Halsey and not feel something; she moves so fluidly from one emotion to another, savoring every moment she has on stage. And her fans hang on every second, too. The Underground Arts is not a particularly easy venue to work with due to multiple – and large – support columns scattered throughout the crowd’s view, but Halsey did her best to connect with the crowd.


Scattered Crowd By William Forsythe.

Thousands of suspended balloons in one space, wish I could walk through this

AO3 FANFICTION - West of Eden (Bucky Barnes/Reader)

Title: West of Eden

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 1230

Warning(s): None

Responding to a bombing in Berlin, the Reader and the team find something strange in the wreckage of the building. 

Originally Posted on my AO3 (Part of the MERCENARY series)

Originally posted by youneedtostrut

You were both responding to a bombing in Berlin.

Charlottenburg. You had lived there once. Then again, you had lived in a lot of places. Being alive for as long as you have, you liked to move around just in case someone caught on.

The bomb had scattered the crowds. It was a good thing. You didn’t need people looking your way as you investigated. It didn’t stop you from bringing your gun though.

Wanda ran ahead in front of you. Red tendrils came from her fingers and coiled themselves around the eyes of security guards. They let you past all of the checks without a second glance. You loved working with Wanda. Shit got done when you two were together.

You split up as soon as you were inside the building. It was an old business building remodelled into a meeting place of political officials. Bucky went for a staircase to the left and Wanda to the right. You avoided the elevators, and took a small fire escape to the higher floors.

Wanda’s voice came through your earpiece. “It’s all clear on the right.”

“Still checking on the left,” Bucky responded.

You slowly pushed open a door leading out onto a large floor space with desks and monitors. It looked like a general office.

“We’ll check in five minutes from now,” you said.

Wanda and Bucky both signed off and you went into the room. The bomb had shattered a few windows, leaving a scattering of glass shards across the carpeted floor. They crunched under your boots. Some of the desks were overturned, with the paperwork and computer monitors on them thrown across the floor. The bomber certainly sent a message to whoever it was that was operating the building.

You stalked through the office, scanning your eyes from left to right. It was a little too quiet for your liking, with the occasional spark from a destroyed overhead wire making you twitch. You stopped in the middle of the office.

Everyone had been either evacuated or taken out with the bomb.

Something suddenly appeared in the corner of your eye.

You spun on your heel and pulled out your gun.

Your body froze when you saw a little girl peaking her head out behind an overturned desk.

For a minute, you didn’t know what to do.

Your training was to kill and disappear. You had managed to change the reason for both of them to something good, but it took a while.

In no instance did your training deal with dealing with something like this.

You holstered your gun and held up both of your hands. “It’s alright,” you said gently.

The girl cowered back into the hiding place.

Es ist in Ordnung,” you tried again. “Ich bin eine Freundin.”

You looked around the destroyed office. Nothing and no one. You thought about asking the girl where her mother was, but it would be pointless. If she knew that, then she would be with her.

You knelt down on one knee, getting to her height.

“Doll, where are you?” Bucky’s voice was in your ear.

You pressed on your earpiece. “Give me a minute.”

The girl slowly stepped out from behind the desk. She was clutching a worn teddy bear in her arms. She looked unharmed, with just a smug of red on the end of her pink dress. It probably wasn’t her own.

Wie heißt du?”

The girl was shaking slightly, you noticed the small tremors that racked through her arms.

“Geneve,” she said in a meek voice.

You smiled as warmly as you could. “Das ist einen schöner Name, Geneve.”

Bucky’s voice was suddenly in your ear again. You could vaguely hear Wanda in the background. “We need to go, doll,” he said.

You looked to the girl again. You couldn’t leave her here.

Du musst mit mir kommen, kleine Taube ,” you waved your hands, beckoning her to walk towards you. It surprised you slightly when she started walking towards you.

You hoisted her up into your arms. She wasn’t heavy, and wrapped an arm around your neck. You gave the room one last look over. If someone was here, they would have called for you. They wouldn’t have left a little girl like this alone.


“-I’m coming,” you replied to Bucky.

You refused to meet his eyes when you walked out of the building. No one noticed you walking out with the girl – probably Wanda doing her thing again. You bounced her lightly on your hip as you made your way through the crowd and to the car planted on the other side of the street to pick you all up.

Bucky was leaning against the car, holding the door open.

He frowned when he spotted the girl.

“I’ll explain later,” you said.

You put Geneve in first, taking her tiny hands in yours when she looked at you with wide eyes. “Dies sind gute Leute“, you explained, looking up to Bucky. Geneve looked at him and back to you. There were tears starting to well up in her eyes. You ran your thumb over her scraped knuckles. “Ich verspreche, dass wir deine Familie finden werde. Aber bis dahin musst du mit mir kommen, verstehst du?

The girl nodded in understanding. You would send a message to Steve. You needed to find this girl’s family, if they were even alive.

You buckled her into the car and made sure she was okay before stepping away.

Bucky was still staring at you. “I haven’t heard you speak German since the Wall fell.”

You shrugged. “I never needed to,” you explained simply before going to the other side of the car and slipping in the backseat.

It was a week later when Steve found who you were looking for.

Apparently, so did the bomber.

You watched Geneve sleep soundly in your spare bedroom. She was so little, maybe five years old. You didn’t want to tell her about her parents, but you knew you had to. Once you had gotten home to your shared apartment in Brooklyn, you looked after the kid. Her golden hair was washed off of the dirt and dried blood. Wanda and Nat had bought clothes for her, and offered their help if you needed it.

Bucky was enough.

She wasn’t afraid of him. His metal arm was another thing she could play with, or hang off of when he raised his arm, lifting her off of the ground.

You tugged at your necklace – the one Bucky had gotten you years ago. It was a nervous tick you had. Watching her sleep now, sleeping so soundly, you wondered. Would she understand? Death was such an abstract concept for a child. They don’t understand the finality of it. What would happen when you tell her? You didn’t want to think about it.

“She’ll be fine.”

You jumped slightly when you felt Bucky’s arms go around your waist. “You need to stop sneaking up on me,” you admonished him.

He smiled. “If I can sneak up on you, then you’re losing your skills.”

Bucky hooked his chin over your shoulder. Looking through the crack in the door, you stared at the five year old girl.

“What are we going to do?” you sighed.

It was a silent minute before Bucky responded. “We’ll make sure she’s okay.”

That sounded like a plan.