steadfastly

Things that happen after the Bat-family has seen the Lego movie:

They all go see it a second time. Several of them see it a third time. Jason and Damian have each seen it five times.

Stephanie and Tim painted “Buttmobile” on the back of the Batmobile. The Batwing and the Batsub were given the same treatment. They both agreed that hand-washing every car/ all-terrain vehicle that Batman AND Bruce Wayne owned was a fair price to pay for it.

Jason and Damian will try to one-up each other with incorporating movie quotes into their daily life. Unfortunately, for everyone around them, this leads to the unironic use of phrases such as: 

“I’m blushing super hard under the mask” “No, it’s snake clowns!” and “Woohoo, I’ve been parented!”

Update: “Woohoo, I’ve been parented!” is always accompanied by a refusal to do whatever said parenting referred to.

Oracle is now referred to solely as ‘Puter. Dick falls over laughing when Bruce accidentally says it on patrol.

They memorize all the lyrics to the song at the beginning of the movie. The phrase ‘in the darkest night” will result in an eight-part harmony and impromptu dance party. Even during patrol. Especially during patrol. Double especially while fighting any number of villains. Tim can’t sing but he beat-boxes to it.

The password to the Batcomputer was set to: IronManSux. Nobody will confess to it. 

Dick has gone around to every camera in Wayne Manor and whispered “Hello secret camera” to it.

Robin’s cape was coated in yellow glitter. Stephanie claimed innocence. Cassandra didn’t even try to hide the glitter on her hands.

“Computer, overcompensate.” Is now an official command in all auto-pilot systems. The Riddler laughed so hard he didn’t even try to stop them from dismantling his techno-bomb the first time Duke used it in battle.

Bruce Wayne is asked no fewer than nine times on National Television if there is any truth behind the rumor that he and the Dark Knight are in a relationship. 

Everyone took turns sliding across the dining room table. Alfred was not pleased.

Update: Being called Grandpa by all of them restored Alfred’s good humor.

Bruce has been called Padre seventy nine times and counting in the three days since they saw the movie. They have a bet going for who he calls “hijo” first. Most of the money is on Dick. Stephanie thinks it will be her since she makes a point of calling him Padre twelve times a day. Damian steadfastly refuses to believe it will be anyone but him.

Update: It’s Jason. He’s in a state of shock for forty minutes after Bruce ends a lecture with, “So just… stop threatening government officials hijo.”

There’s a post-it on next to the elevator up to the manor that says “to Batman’s attic.”

Joker sets up an enormous, ridiculously elaborate death trap that puts all of his previous death traps to shame. Batman is fighting his way out, but they’re all trapped and it doesn’t look like there’s any way out but then everything freezes and Joker dramatically lowers down on a moving platform and makes a big show about the whole “greatest enemy” thing and obsession and being the object of Batman’s hatred and it’s basically a summary of all the movie lines and Batman just… sighs and shakes his head because of course Joker has seen it too and what else can he really say at this point his kids are in trouble and he just looks at Joker and says “I hate you” with as much feeling as he can manage which is a struggle because he’s just so tired why couldn’t they have made a lego Flash movie???

Day One Hundred and Twenty-One

-A woman confided in me about how rude and unhelpful the service was when she called to activate her Target REDcard. This comes as a great shock to me, as I have always considered the automated directory that handles activations to be as sweet and compassionate a computer as they come.

-While rolling by my register, a toddler stared at me and froze up, pointing and screeching, “GAY! GAY!” I am absolutely flabbergasted that this toddler is so uncool as to blow my cover and out me in this way.

-A five year-old looked at me and squeaked, “Pikachu!” With minimal hesitation, I gave the previously agreed-upon countersign, a curt nod and half of a smile. As planned, he picked up his stuffed Pikachu, hugged it closely, whispered about how soft it was, and walked away. We have successfully completed Protocol 25 flawlessly, pulling it off without a hitch. This bodes well for Phase II.

-Tonight, I find the store flooded with guests from abroad. Hailing from all parts of Europe, Asia, and South America, we have now become a United Nations retailer. I am excited to be a part of this progressive new world and look forward to spreading stickers around the globe.

-Three gangly tween boys did not bother hiding their excitement as they purchased a few pieces of sour candy, discussing their plans of recording their painful experiences and uploading it to YouTube. These boys were steadfastly sure of their oncoming viral fame. I admire their confidence and wish them the best of luck and view counts.

-As I went to clock out for the night, I let out the slightest of sneezes. This echoed around the store with tremendous force to the point that I could hear distinct repeats of the noise even after my sneeze had concluded. This was a troubling moment for me, as the high fidelity of the echoes made me momentarily worried for the surrounding invisible men and their crippling allergies.

where i find my modern gods

Morpheus is in the legs that fall asleep and the eyes you can’t keep open, and the endless cups off coffee that didn’t work, caffeine immunity creeping in. He’s the sand in your eyes the day after an allnighter, coaxing you to pause, letting you know the world can wait a few hours. In the vivid daydreams and dizzy thoughts that conjure themselves into vision even when you don’t close your eyes. He’s the sudden smells that take you back a decade and are gone as quickly as they come.

Hades stands not in graveyards but on every corner and every bridge. He crosses the street with you as you contemplate the oncoming cars. Dutiful accountant, he knows your name, and it waits on his tongue. He’s not there to rush you, nor help you. Perhaps his presence is enough. Even in ideation, Hades is in cold fingers and forgotten teas, crumbled leaves that tell you he’s taken her away again. He’s in the rinds of fruit and discarded husks, the plucked leaves, the end, always waiting at the core of everything.

Persephone is in the fresh fruit, ripe and ready to burst, eating them, destroying them feels like a sin, like delicious betrayal. She’s the first sharp bite and the way the juice rolls down your chin, in the decisions you hold steadfastly onto. she’s in defiant stares and the way you walk in like you own the place, because as long as she’s by your side, you do. When people whisper your name and pretend they don’t see you, she’s there, by your side, lifting your chin. Fear may also be hate, but it is also fear, and that is your power.

Aphrodite is in the crisp line of lipstick, and the boldness of a sharp cateye, but also the next day when it’s smeared and freckled with chipped mascara, the glance in the mirror when you see yourself like this and shrug, ‘not so bad’. She’s in the burst of warmth and weak you feel when you watch a child laugh with its grandmother. She’s there in that moment you fit into those jeans, she’s there when you slip into sweatpants and have a second slice of cake. When you shit talk your ex she’s there, nodding and making sure you know he was no good for you.

Dionysus walks in when your friends do, carrying his revelry on their shoulders. With a bottle of champagne, -a treat-, he's not so much in drinking it as he is shaking it up and popping the cork, the laughter and the mess that ensues, the sticky fingers that last the night. He’s there in the morning next as well, surveying the damage and grinning like a king when you scrape chips off the couch.

Hey guys! Haven’t made a quotes masterpost in a while, so I created one for the composes! And I know it’s a different header format, but I wanted to try it out! As always, I hope you enjoy these quotes and find them inspirational, like I have.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

  • “I pay no attention whatever to anybody’s praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings.”

Johannes Brahms

  • “Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.”

Virgil Thomson

  • “Let your mind alone, and see what happens.”
  • “I don’t go around regretting things that don’t happen.”
  • “Try a thing you haven’t done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time to figure out whether you like it or not.”

Franz Schubert

  • “Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.”
  • “The moment is supreme.”
  • “The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.”
  • “You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.”

Gustav Mahler

  • “It should be one’s sole endeavor to see everything afresh and create it anew.”
  • “Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.”
  • “A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.”
  • “It is easier to achieve a desired result in short pieces.”
  • “Never let oneself be guided by the opinion of one’s contemporaries. Continue steadfastly on one’s way.”
  • “The point is not to take the world’s opinion as a guiding star but to go one’s way in life and working unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause.”
  • “I don’t let myself get carried away by my own ideas - I abandon 19 out of 20 of them every day.”

Claude Debussy

  • “A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.”
  • “Works of art make rules; rules do not make works of art.”

John Cage

  • “We are involved in a life that passes understanding and our highest business is our daily life.”
  • “We carry our homes within us which enables us to fly.”
  • “The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.”
  • “I can’t understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I’m frightened of the old ones.”
  • “There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.”
  • “We need not destroy the past. It is gone.”
  • “When we separate music from life we get art.”

Leonard Bernstein

  • “To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.”

Franz Liszt

  • “Beware of missing chances; otherwise it may be altogether too late some day.”
  • “Inspiration is enough to give expression to the tone in singing, especially when the song is without words.”

George Gershwin

  • “Life is a lot like jazz… it’s best when you improvise.”
  • “True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time.”
  • “I frequently hear music in the very heart of noise.”
  • “It is always possible to create something original.”

Ludwig van Beethoven

  • “I will seize fate by the throat; it shall certainly never wholly overcome me.”
  • “What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and will be a thousand princes; there is only one Beethoven.”
  • “This is the mark of a really admirable man: steadfastness in the face of trouble.”
  • “Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the divine.”
A Quiet Realization

The realization that she loved James Potter didn’t hit her like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t some epiphany she had in the middle of Charms while watching him laugh with his friends. She didn’t suddenly see him on the Quidditch pitch and think Oh my God, I’m in love!

No, Lily Evans realized she loved James in a slow trickle, little bits flowing in one at a time. First it was his laugh, that infectious mischievous laugh that meant something was afoot. Then, it was his hair. That stupid perpetually messy hair of his, that begged for her to tame it. Next, his hands. Spindly capable hands that could cast a quick spell just as well as they could gingerly bandage a cut. His eyes were next. Those brilliant hazel eyes that saw everything, and were almost always laughing. The first time she saw him cry, she almost came undone herself. She’d never known eyes like his.

His temper was quick and fierce, and once you crossed him he never forgave you. Everyone knew it. It was one thing that Lily couldn’t stand, until she saw that part of him unravel completely their sixth year. Sirius had messed up bad. The day he forgave his best mate, Lily fell for his new-found gentleness. She watched as James became more rounded and fell for every softened edge. She fell for his loyalty and the way he faced danger head on, standing straight and unafraid.

The last piece clicked into place on an average morning their seventh year. They sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, steadfastly ignoring the growing number of empty seats around them. Classmates were dropping like flies. The owl post came, with the Daily Prophet and its daily list of the dead. He leaned over her shoulder and they both scanned the list. A thought floated up to the surface, gentle as can be. James, she realized, was the only person she couldn’t bear to lose.

It wasn’t a shot in the dark or a bolt of lightning. It came as easy as an old memory. She wasn’t sure how long, but it had been there for a while. She glanced up from the paper and met his eyes. “I think I might love you,” she said quite simply.

He blinked a moment, taken aback by her statement. Finally, he spoke. “I think I might love you as well.”

It was a quiet confession, not a big declaration or a whirlwind event. They both turned back to the paper in comfortable silence and, when they were finished eating, left the Great Hall hand-in-hand.

anonymous asked:

Dr Who but each incarnation is swapped with one of their companions.

omg?? I love it??

The First Doctor: 

She’s not completely unfriendly, exactly, she just doesn’t have time for humans being idiots. In the right circumstances, she can actually be very warm. She loves history, which is lucky because her granddaughter Susan does too (they tell people Susan is her daughter, but even then it’s a bit of a stretch, human ages are weird). Of course, then two of Susan’s teachers follow her home one night, and next thing the Doctor knows she has a crotchety old history teacher and a handsome young science teacher on her spaceship with no way to get rid of them that isn’t morally questionable. 

Whoops? 

The humans help her lose some of her haughtiness. She leaves Susan in the 22nd century to become her own woman. 

Along the way and against her better judgement, she falls hopelessly for Ian Chesterton. He wants to stay with her forever, but she knows it would never work, and encourages him to go with John Foreman in the Dalek Time Machine to get back to his own time. 

Later, in other lives, she checks in on him occasionally. 

The Second Doctor:

The baby face is a problem. It takes a good twenty minutes on a lot of occasions to get anyone to take her seriously. On the bright side, a lot of Polly’s clothes fit her now. 

She finds a best friend in Scotsman Jamie McCrimmon, whose rather naive approach to futuristic technology is extremely refreshing, as is his unique insightfulness. 

After Ben and Polly leave them, they rescue Victoria, who Jamie is utterly taken with. Victoria is unsure about living a life so unsupervised by someone older and won’t listen to the Doctor’s insistence that she is in fact perfectly qualified to look after them all. 

She and Victoria spend a good many nights aboard the TARDIS talking about women’s history and the things to come for women in the future and how women act on other planets. Victoria is fascinated, occasionally horrified, and often quietly thrilled at the things she learns. 

It’s a shame to see her go, but all she ever wanted was a family and security, and the Doctor can’t provide that. 

They meet an eccentric man on a space station, with funny trousers and an obsession with the recorder. The Doctor and Jamie like him instantly, and invite him on board only to learn that the man had been considering stowing away if not invited. 

The Time Lords take her friends away from her. She is forced to regenerate and exiled to Earth, as punishment for her interference. 

The Third Doctor: 

Shrewd, passionately devoted to science, and not one to take kindly to interruptions or anyone trying to talk down to or even disagree with her, it’s a wonder the Doctor even gets hired by UNIT at all. But then again, beggars can’t be choosers. 

On the bright side, this fellow John Smith from Cambridge seems to be the one person around with an actual brain and not just a penchant for attacking first and thinking later. 

They’re friends instantly. Or, they are once she makes it perfectly clear that she is the cleverer of the two. The look on his face when he realises is a memory she’ll treasure forever. 

He eventually leaves to go back to his own research, upon realising she doesn’t need him. 

It’s a shame and she misses him, but then Jo Grant comes into her life. Despite an awful first impression, the two women are soon fiercely devoted to each other. Jo keeps going on about women having to stick together amongst all the army boys, and while the Doctor could usually not care less about gender politics, if it means Jo hangs around her more, then so be it. 

The Master turns up. It’s exhausting and exasperating and oh so much fun

Meanwhile, the Doctor’s told herself to not let herself fall for humans, after how much Ian hurt. But with Jo, it’s impossible not to. (Not that she hasn’t noticed the Brigadier’s lingering stares, or failed to appreciate him in his uniform. But he’s far too professional to ever do anything, and too trigger happy besides.) 

Jo is like sunshine and she’s always there and smiling and pressing herself against the Doctor out of fear or shock, until one day they’re in the supply closet of a spaceship and they’re kissing furiously instead of listening out for their pursuers. 

It’s wonderful, being with Jo. Until Clive Jones comes along, and the Doctor has to tell her to forget about her and marry the nice young man who can grow old with her and give her the life she wants. 

She drinks more champagne than she is proud of that night. 

Luckily, along comes Sarah Jane Smith, who is exactly the kind of human that the Doctor automatically adores. Inquisitive, sharp, and a vocal feminist. What a woman. 

Of course, then giant alien spiders happen, and it’s time for a change.  

The Fourth Doctor:

Or… not. Apparently, she’s doomed to be young, attractive, humanoid, and pale skinned throughout all her lives. There are worse fates, but she wouldn’t mind a little variety, frankly. And being so small is getting infuriating. 

Harry takes a long while to take her seriously, but once he does, he is steadfastly loyal. Sarah Jane takes the regeneration in stride for the most part. 

And after them, Leela, who is so strange and savage but so utterly charming in her honesty. They share a few kisses, but nothing more. 

Then comes Romana. A young Time Lord who looks older than her, is far taller than is sensible, and has an even more absurd grin. She can’t stand him, with his bragging about his grades and thinking he knows everything. 

She soon teaches him that experience wins every time. 

Of course, then he spots some pretty princess on Tara, and next thing she knows, the moment the whole Key To Time mess is sorted, Romana is now a less taller, less ridiculous, utterly beautiful Time Lady in her first regeneration. 

She tries to argue against what she can only consider body theft, or at least copying, but it is a relief to not have to crane her neck up to speak to her companion. 

Romana becomes a most dear friend. She’s missed being around someone like her, someone who understands. It makes it all the worse when she leaves, leaving the Doctor with only Adric and his incessant questions. 

The Fifth Doctor: 

There’s something about this body, a regality, that commands a little more respect than the ones before it, despite it following the pattern of her others. 

Adric’s questions exasperate her, while Tegan’s demands to be taken home are met with gentle requests for patience and promises of Heathrow airport, and this Traken prince she’s picked up is thankfully one of the most polite people she’s ever had in the TARDIS. Decent brain on him, too. 

Tegan’s smile sometimes makes her stomach do backflips. The Doctor ignores it. She’s learned her lesson. It’s almost a relief to see Tegan reach her breaking point and leave, except it isn’t, because for a long while it feels like a part of her is missing. 

Turlough is a curiosity, but a nice one who makes for surprisingly good company in the absence of the others. 

Perpugilliam Brown is a surprise. The Doctor remembers why she has tried to avoid America where possible in her travels. Americans are loud. But in the case of Peri, it involves shouting at the Master, and as such, the Doctor decides that Perpugilliam Brown can stay as long as she likes. 

Between the two of them and soon Erimem, uncrowned Pharaoh of Egypt, they make quite the team.  


The Sixth Doctor:

It’s about time! Finally, a more weathered model. Peri is surprised to say the least, and seems a little disappointed to lose out on her best friend who had until now looked a very similar age to her, but soon realises very little has changed. 

And now she lets the Doctor take care of her a bit better. Thank goodness for that! The maternal instincts in this body are absurdly strong, she has no idea what she would do if she couldn’t express them. 

Now, the borderline narcissistic but quietly lovable history professor she accidentally picks up some time after losing Peri is a trickier matter. Still, at least he shares her love for chocolate cake. 

The Seventh Doctor: 

Bright, bubbly, and able to get most people to like her within ten seconds. Now this is a regeneration she likes. Plus, her most impressive set of lungs yet. Handy, for calling companions who like to wander off. 

She tries to not encourage Ace’s use of explosives, but it’s difficult when she sees how genuinely happy they make the girl. She’s getting soft in her old age, she knows. 

Still, at least her brain makes up for it. She can out-think a computer, easily. The universe is her chessboard and she’ll do whatever the hell she pleases with it. 

The Eighth Doctor: 

She’s a jolly thing. Always keen for adventure, ready to shout at anyone who deserves it, and just wants to have a good time, really. 

After a rather rocky start involving amnesia and kissing the cardiologist who had caused her regeneration in the first place, the Doctor is just minding her own business when she accidentally messes with history. 

It seems that saving this stowaway on the R101 might not have been the best idea after all. But he’s so charming and sweet and genuine, sharing her utter passion for life, that by the time she realises her mistake, she’s not willing to part with him. 

That goes… about as well as one might expect. 

The Ninth Doctor: 

It’s funny, being a weathered old war veteran with a guilty conscience, and simultaneously looking like someone who could be on the front of a magazine. 

Life is hard, after the time war, but she meets a man with big ears and blue eyes and things get better. A lot better. It feels good to smile again. 

The addition of Captain Jack Harkness is an interesting one, but she’s always said the more the merrier. Their other companion is not quite as happy about this development, but before long they’re the best of friends. 

The Tenth Doctor: 

She’s gentler now, somehow. Oh, she has her anger and her snark, and boy does this body have a set of lungs on her. But she’s so much softer, underneath. 

Losing her friends from her last body takes its toll. She at least manages to avoid comparing Martha to them that came before her. Martha is wonderful, always completing even the most impossible tasks that the Doctor puts to her. They part on good terms, after the Master’s ravaging of the Earth. (The Master had not been so impressed with this version of her. He had trouble seeing the strength within, seeing that she was more than the duality of compassion and shouting.) Martha needs to look after her family, and that’s probably for the best. 

And then there’s the skinny idiot in the suit. He actually talks faster than she does, which is absurd, but she wonders if that’s simply because of his questionable family. Perhaps not letting them get a word in is how he survives. 

Either way, they get along like a house on fire. Losing him, wiping his memory and seeing him stare right through her and smile that stupid smile, is almost enough to break her. 

No more companions, she swears. 


The Eleventh Doctor: 

It’s all about fun, now. Impressing the little boy whose garden she crashes in and then impressing him when he’s grown up and has waited 14 years for her. (To hell with her rule about no more companions. Her old self was full of dumb ideas anyway.) 

Oh yes, she likes Rory Williams a lot. And his best friend John isn’t bad either. Mind you, that nose… 

She has her spaceship, and her boys, and life is good. Well, there’s River Song to worry about, but she can never be sure if the archaeologist is more interested in her or John. Just one more mystery, it seems. 

Losing Rory, and then John, is hard. But she knows that they’re happy, and that’s enough. 

The Twelfth Doctor:

Short, bossy, a control freak, and a slight obsession with tartan. Also, her English teacher companion is secretly a rock star wannabe, disguised as a reclusive Scottish nerd. 

What’s a girl to do? 

(Apparently, find out that her best enemy is alive, and now also female. And Scottish like her companion. The first kiss had been… shocking to say the least. The ones after, against her better judgement, decidedly less so.) 

She cares about her companion more than she will ever say, and when faced with losing him, takes things too far. Further than anyone should ever take anything. And when it is all said and done… she can’t remember his face, or his voice, or how he sounded when he mocked how large her eyes were. 

River is there to comfort her, though, in those 24 years on Darillium. 

And then Bill. Brilliant Bill. Oh yes, they make quite the team. And Nardole helps sometimes too. 

Send me an AU and I’ll expand on it! 

It’s hard to pin down what’s most striking to me about The Misha Files.

At times he has been chubby, depressed, homeless, introverted and sad, a procrastinator and a terrible speller faced with a world of indifference and cruelty and greed, yet somehow also an adventurous, thoughtful, wildly optimistic and full of ideas reckless boy in love with his high school sweetheart. 

He remembers people, and is that not an act of kindness itself? He remembers a woman giving his mother a hundred dollars at Christmastime and he remembers Mr. Haiggis and he remembers Peter Ward and he remembers Aisha, the cutest girl in the world who stood on his deck and “declared, ‘I can’t believe I am on a real deck!’ with such enthusiasm and sincerity, it crushed [him].”

Maybe it’s his self-deprecation, his eccentricity, or his storytelling.

There is this dedication to service, which is not news to any of us yet seeing every phase of his life infused with this core ideal is still…remarkable? How fascinating it is to read through his life as he grapples with how best to serve the world, and boy howdy! does he wander, throwing hundreds of darts at the board. As a four-year-old he remembers wanting to help make things better for his mother, help his father with carpentry. He teams up with Vicki and they start a summer camp for urban youth, travel overseas to shoot documentaries in India, Nepal, and Haiti, start a non-profit. He studies social theory and political science to go into public service and goes on to become an intern at the White House, an intern at NPR. He goes to law school to become a lawyer and seek justice for others via the law - Okay, I’m glad he didn’t go through with this one.

He founds Random Acts and they build an orphanage in Haiti, a high school in Nicaragua, a hotline for mental health support. He starts his own radical, insane international scavenger hunt. He trains as an EMT, and of course he does, because it’s all part of this (very extensive!!!) journey in saving and helping others - in what would come to be simply, and beautifully, ‘acts of kindness.’ He writes poetry letters about how to find happiness and he encourages others to practice mindfulness and he works so hard to inspire millions of people to steadfastly choose kindness even as these days grow ostensibly darker and harder; he does not quit and that might be what I find most striking.

Robbie buys the kids things based on their aesthetics, sometimes without realizing it.

He sees a bottle of pink lemonade, buys it with a thought that the pink girl would like it.

He runs across the most ridiculous gold framed reading glasses and just kind of tosses them in his cart, thinking they might be the right prescription for the greedy kid.

There’s some sort of red greatest facts book that remind him of the pig-tailed girl, so he buys that while at the bookstore.

There’s some sort of blue statue of a video game character that he sees while out shopping for electronic parts for an invention, he picks it up for that one kid who is always at his computer.

He sees a lunchbox with a superhero on it, and finds himself sitting in front of it stuffing it with taffy a few hours later for that really young kid.

Sportarobbie Bonus:

Stuff like this continues for several months, before Sportacus catches Robbie putting gifts in mailboxes around town. Robbie steadfastly denies ever buying anything.

Sportacus goes and finds a red and purple teddy bear for Robbie and has all the kids in town sign it, before giving it to the villain. The villain is most definitely not tearing up…Not at all…No sirree, not Robbie. 

Top 5 cases in the Phoenix Wright series

5. Turnabout En Suite. Released as a tech demo for Nintendo’s new 3DS console, this unique case uses the 3DS’ front-facing camera to reveal that the murderer was in fact you, the player.

4. Turnabout Blossom. When a newly-retired Phoenix takes Maya to go visit a traditional American cherry blossom festival, he’s just expecting a quiet day out. But when an American shrine maiden is found stabbed and Maya is found holding the knife, Phoenix’s quiet day is ruined as he’s forced to approach the bench once again to prove her innocence - and figure out why the blossoms on the body appear to be weeks old…? Find out the truth for yourself in this puzzling case that was pulled from shelves by Capcom after executives realized someone had accidentally hidden a photograph of a dude’s weiner somewhere in every character sprite and background cg.

3. Turnabout Fifty Bucks. In this landmark case for the series, Phoenix steadfastly refuses to defend any new clients or leave his office until Edgeworth gives him a cool fifty bucks. When he gets the fifty bucks, the game ends, the player’s save is erased, and the game cart shoots out of the DS across the room.

2. Turnabout Big Top. Fuck off, it’s my list.

1. Turnabout Ghosts. Uh oh! Trouble for Phoenix Wright once again as he’s forced to determine which of a cast of fifty characters could be the murderer, and this time some of them are ghosts

Heart on the Line (part 2)

Masterlist

You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1545
warnings: finger fucking

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so, my buddy littledivinity and i have been talking beauty & the beast a lot, because ‘tis the season, and we somehow stumbled upon the idea of the story being told about a middle aged belle and the beast instead of youngins, and how that would make the story even more resonant.

and then just now i randomly thought, “what if nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor starred in such a film?”, because my soul needs nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor to fall in love again on a movie screen like it needs few other things in this life. plus, you know, musical, bright colors, awesomeness, hurrah!

and then i thought, ‘but wait, actually, what i really want in this life, even more than brightly colored musicals, is more lowkey and lovely fairytale movies like exquisite and incomparable 1998 masterpiece ever after

and just picture it!

nicole kidman is the longtime spinster school teacher who lives in a quaint vaguely magical 19th century-esque country village, but she’s a badass teacher who exposes her students to different philosophies of thought and probably takes them outside for nature studies and calisthenics. (so, basically, miss stacy from anne of green gables.) the school board hates her, probably, and is very suspicious of what kind of IDEAS she’s filling the local kids’ heads with (why does she keep saying it’s okay for girls not to want to be wives and mothers, or that it’s all right for boys to cry???? is it possible that she is A WITCH???), but her parents were very well regarded in the town when they were still alive and so that bought her some respect for awhile. but there’s a new fancy schmancy family with school aged kids in town, and they’re extremely disapproving of miss nicole, and trying to find a way to oust her as schoolteacher and replace her with a man who is probably very similar in temperament to mr. collins from pride & prejudice. a man who will put patriarchal gender roles back into childhood education!

meanwhile, ewan mcgregor is a grumpy old hermit duke or something who once had great wealth and privilege but has fallen into disrepair. maybe someone cursed (magically? complicated vengeance-ly, a la the count of monte cristo? who knows) his family long ago due to their shady rich people business dealings, and his father killed himself to escape the scandal and his mother died of heartbreak and his fiancee who he thought loved him steadfastly dumped him to marry another, and now ewan’s the last surviving member of his once-great family and he just lives alone this grand old manor house that has gone totally to seed. he isn’t an actual beast, because it seems like in this day and age that’s going to require levels of CGI that my quaint b&tb retelling movie just don’t need, but let’s say that he’s quite unshaven and dirty and generally off-putting and he sometimes ventures out into the forest that separates his estate from the village, but is never seen actually frequenting the village. there are abundant rumors that the forest and manor house are haunted by a beast/ghost/warlock/vampire (how does he SURVIVE if he doesn’t come to the weekly market for food???), and everyone knows you don’t go there. also, people like to gossip a ton about his family and the scandal even though it was decades ago and they all dead. because people suck.

so one night, some of nicole’s rowdy teen pupils maybe steal some wine from one of their parents’ liquor cabinets and venture into the woods and dare each other to go past the gate of his manor house, and he catches them at it and gets HELLA PISSED @ THESE UPPITY HOOLIGANS INVADING HIS PROPERTY. kids today!!!!!!!!! he probably locks them in the stables so he can deliver them a 5 hour lecture on why they suck, and also why all of humanity sucks. which isn’t the worst fate ever, but, like, he kind of looks like a straight up crazy ax murderer (crazy hair! crazy beard! tattered clothes! definitely hasn’t bathed this month!!!), so there’s some serious panic in the hearts of these kids.

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Powerful Ally - To Assist Using Personal Leverage

The eagle is a major player in many Greek myths. He steadfastly assists Zeus on a wide range of quests and is the only animal entrusted with the duty of retrieving Zeus’s thunderbolts after one of Zeus’s bouts of destructive retribution.

The eagle is a symbol of intellect, duty, and honor. It has long been associated with having sharp eyes, powerful talons, and lightning reflexes despite its large stature. Eagles are also associated with skillful action, justice, authority, determination, and liberation.

anonymous asked:

Hi guys! Can you please update the 50k, 80k, or 100k tag? Any of them are fine if there are new ones. Tysm!

We’re not sure these will be new ones for you but these are some we read that we haven’t recced but worth checking out. -C

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(Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic and skywardsmiles

Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck.


The Lighthouse Keeper by tugela54

On a rural island just off Alaska’s northern Inside Passage, stands a centuries old lighthouse - the perfect sanctuary for its keeper to hide when the moon is full, to burn and rage through its cycle with the townsfolk being none the wiser.

But then a new resident comes to Beacon Harbour – a bright-eyed young student chasing an elusive whale species – and all of a sudden those thick stone walls seem paper thin…


The Difficult Kind series by whiskey_in_tea

if you could only see / what love has made of me


The Nearness Of You by triggeringthehealing

College is an experience that’s different for everyone. Of course, Stiles dives right into the fray. Having already made friends before he started, he’s pulled into the college’s student parliament, the nightclub at the dorms, and – most importantly – into a dorm room with all his friends right next doors. That includes the elusive, tall, dark, and mysterious Derek Hale. And maybe a few too many poetic descriptions that Stiles absolutely doesn’t have from Harlequin romances. They’re Isaac’s, okay, he just happens to share a room with him and Scott. And the bathroom. Which they also share with Derek, and it’s not going to be a problem at all. Featuring meddling friends and siblings, college shenanigans, fancy ballrooms, and curly fries.


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”How do you know when to recast your fishing rod?  How often should you do it?” I asked, still looking out into the lake, my mind concentrated on sensing any tremor in my hands. 

“Recast when you aren’t catching anything,” she replied, so sure of herself that I thought, at least for a second, that her answer made perfect sense.

It was that time of year when you welcomed the sun’s warmth.  Winter was a month or two away, and finally the noon sun’s rays weren’t overwhelming.   Most of the leaves had just begun to orangafy, and according to Alexis, this was the best time of the year to fish. 

So there we were, both sitting on the lake’s shore in two foldable lawn chairs, our shoes pressed into the dark, silted mud, our eyes steadfastly gazing into the lake as if our lives depended on it.

“Do you want to go eat after this?  Maybe get some Long John Silvers?” I joked.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” she answered, apparently unaware of my pitiful attempt at humor.

“Haha I was joking, you see–”

A fish hit the side of my face, its scales lightly abrading the side of my cheek.  She was aware.  Still, though, I didn’t think my joke warranted a fish attack.

“You can’t just throw a fish at me whenever you don’t like my jokes,” I said, taking my eyes off the lake and onto her nice-looking face.

“I just did.”

Well, she had me there.  I wish I had a fish to throw back at her, but I hadn’t caught any.  Sure, I could throw the one she threw at me back at her, but I felt like I should have to earn my own fish ammo. 

“And don’t throw that back at me,” she said, “I just got a pedicure.”

“What does that have to do with anything?!”

“I don’t want fish on me.”

“You’re wearing sandals, though.  Your feet are literally in the mud right now.”

“Mud’s good for your feet.  It’s a natural exfoliator.”

“Then why’d you get the pedicure?”  

“I had a coupon,” she said as her hand began to furiously reel in her line.  She had caught another fish, a trout, it looked like, and a big one too. 

A dog’s bark could be heard in the distance.  A distant flock of swans flew over the horizon.  A brisk wind swirled in my ears.  It was the fall of 2009, the height of the Great Recession, and I was hopelessly, madly in love.

Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 5

Title: Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 5

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

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Summary:   The truth takes a toll on the reader and Dean, forcing both of them to look deep inside themselves and make some tough decisions.

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned), Charlie Bradbury, Tyson Brady, Ash, Garth, Jo Harvelle

Word Count:  2064

Warnings:  angst, some fluff, language,

Author’s Notes: Inspired by but does not follow the Costner/Houston movie The Bodyguard.

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Ragnar, learning that Lagertha was of noble birth among the barbarians, steadfastly wooed her by means of messengers. She spurned his mission in her heart, but feigned compliance.

Vikings + Saga dialogue (2/?)

Full of Surprises

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: none really.      

Word Count: 1003 (exact cause I know steph - sorry bout the 3 girl!)

A/N: This is for one of the best people I have met on tumblr. She is the first friend I gained on here and she has put up with my ass ever since. It’s your birthday Stepie so I am gonna say this even if it is gonna make you barf. I love you so so much <3 Happy birthday @torn-and-frayed Hope you enjoy your Jensen you impossible woman ;)

Psst the aesthetic I promised you is at the bottom of the fic. It is kinda a give away so I hid it :P

Thanks a billion to the sweet @impala-dreamer for betaing this one for me <3 I owe you one Beka!

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“Jensen! You missed the turn,” you scolded as Jensen blew past your street and continued into town.

“No I didn’t,” Jensen merely replied, making your blood boil. You knew he had wanted the two of you to go out on your birthday and make some big deal out of you turning 30. You had steadfastly refused. It was just another birthday and you hated all the fuss. You didn’t wanna be the center of attention all night long. Your idea of a perfect birthday was sitting in front of the tv, eating pizza with your boyfriend. You knew Jensen knew that and you couldn’t believe he didn’t wanna accept it.  

“Don’t make me jump out of a moving car, Jensen. Take me home,” you warned him, just enough anger in your voice for him to nervously shift in his seat.

“You don’t wanna go home, babe,” he answered you in a slightly shaky voice.

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