terrible last words

anonymous asked:

Would you guys be wiling to do one that doesn't have Steve in it but is all about Steve? I'm thinking of Fury's initial meeting w/ Sharon asking her to protect Steve. Then, subsequent meetings where she reports relevant happenings. But since there are no relevant happenings (until TWS), Sharon's reports consist mainly of Steve's general comings and goings, his lame attempts to hit on her, and the embarrassing stuff he does when he's alone.

“Did you think I didn’t know?”  Fury raised an eyebrow.

“I think my recruiter didn’t look into it.  I expected you would know, sir.”  Sharon stood at parade rest, only allowing the slightest twich of her lips towards a smile.  

Fury hummed.  “It’s why you’re here.  And not why you’re here.”

“Sir?”  She liked Suduko, crosswords and thousand-piece puzzles.  Fury was more like one of the Fates speaking in riddles than anything else.  

“I chose you for this assignment because Former Director Carter wouldn’t trust anyone else with this detail.  I also chose you for this assignment because regardless of whose blood you’ve got, you’re the only one I trust with this assignment.”

Sharon let out a slow, steady breath, feeling the tension bleed out of her shoulders.  “Thank you, sir.”


Fury was mulling over a stack of paperwork, steam curling from his World’s Best Boss mug that sat at his left elbow. (She was pretty sure it was a gift from Natasha).  

“Your monthly report, sir.”

Fury looked up, and sat back.  “Go on.”

“Exercise commences at 0400 hours each day, and ends at 0600. Grocery shopping every other day, a—“

“—Single or multiple trips?”

“Supersoldiers only need single trips, sir.”

Fury smirked and sipped his coffee.

“Between 1400 and 1600 hours each Sunday he cleans and sings.  He orders take out once each week, only on Saturdays for his weekly movie marathon.  He’s reached the 80s, if I’m not mistaken.  There were a lot of lightsaber noises and don’t-you-forget-about-me’s coming from his apartment last week.  And the joke about his midday coffee run being ‘A mission from God’.”

“Anything unusual or concerning to report?”

“The number of times he’s watched Indiana Jones is concerning.”


“He was reckless in the field before, sir.  I worry what new ideas he’s been picking up.”

Fury smiled, all teeth.  “This is exactly why I chose you for this assignment, agent.”

anonymous asked:

Your villain x hero stuff is destroying me tho I'm just gonna rip out my heart and hand it to you, goddamn. Feed my addiction please: a villain (with somewhat an obsession for the hero) has the hero at their mercy. Sorry for the request and thank you for your writing and just have a good day!

I am so weak, like damn. Your addiction cannot be worse than mine, no need to be sorry, I live for interesting hero x villain dynamics. Okay. Last villain x hero thing I’m going to indulge myself with for at least ten prompts. Maybe some fluff next. 

1) The villain looked down at the hero, held tilting as they watched the hero struggle.
“You’re getting predictable, you know. That saving people thing of yours. It’s going to get you killed.”
“You say that like you’re not planning to kill me.”
“Sweet thing, why would I kill you? You might just be the best weapon I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m not a weapon.”
“All you know how to do is fight me, doesn’t that make you a weapon?”

2) The hero flinched as gentle fingers dabbed at their bruises, stitched wounds, cleaned away the blood alongside a chiding click of the tongue.
“Why are you doing this?” they rasped. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I dislike debts. Consider mine to you paid.”

3) “You’re obsessed with me,” the hero said.
“Me? You’re the one who’s spent the year actively plotting to defeat me and stalking my every movement. You’re lucky I feel the same way or I think that would be considered harassment.”

4) “You think you’re so good.” The villain’s expression turned as cold as liquid nitrogen, all playfulness whether mocking or genuine vanished without a trace. “But you do not hesitate to use my feelings for you against me. Perhaps you imagine that going out of your way to toy with me doesn’t count as cruelty? Why is that?”
The hero’s breath caught in their throat.

5) “I’m going to ruin you.” The villain confessed it softly, like the most intimate of secrets. “Maybe then I’ll stop loving you. Kinder for us both that way.”

6) “I like this, you at my mercy. It’s just like old times.”

7) “You think me a monster, perhaps you’re right.” The villain studied the hero almost clinically as they gasped desperately for air. “But at least I am what I am. You would tear yourself into a hundred pieces if that would make them love you, but don’t you see?” In an instant, they’d stepped close, cradling the hero’s jaw. “You’re never going to be enough for them. They want an angel who will save them all and you are only human.”

8) “Why don’t you just get it over with?”
“You don’t rush art, and you are worth more than a sloppy death.”
The hero didn’t quite know how to respond to that - it seemed sincere.

9) “All this,” the hero managed. “For power? Is it really worth it?”
“Don’t be such cliché – those are terrible last words. Honestly, I expected better of you. If you had power you wouldn’t be on your knees before me now.”

10) “Oh, please tell me you’re going to monologue and give me time to escape?”
“It’s like you want me to kill you.”

I can’t believe i just wrote 2k words holy shit. hope you like it @freckledbastard !! i’m the sabolu anon hullo õvõ

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Doctor Who —  Ninth Doctor Quotes {Sentence Starters}

  • “You’ve seen how dangerous it is — do you want to go home?”
  • “Everything has its time and everything dies.”
  • “Only a killer would know that. Is that right?”
  • “I’m really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words.”
  • “Why can’t you leave me alone? What did I ever do to you?”
  • “It won’t be quiet, it won’t be safe, and it won’t be calm. But I’ll tell you what it will be: the trip of a lifetime!”
  • “Can it be that I have the world entirely wrong?”
  • “I’m the only survivor. I’m left traveling on my own, ‘cause there’s no one else.”
  • “I bet you don’t even remember my name!”
  • “It’s all gone. Everything you were, everything you stood for.”
  • “You think it’ll last forever: people and cars and concrete. But it won’t. One day it’s all gone.”
  • “Nice to meet you, ____.  Run for your life!”
  • “Don’t tell anyone about this, 'cause if you do, you’ll get them killed.” 
  • “You think you know your own name? How stupid are you?”
  • “I mean it. I’m very, very angry with you. I’m very, very cross!”
  • “And with that sentence, you just lost the right to even talk to me. Now, back off!”
  • “Your wish is my command. But be careful what you wish for.”
  • “I give you, in return, air from my lungs.”
  • “And I might well die in the process. But don’t worry about me, no.”
  • “Yeah, I came first in jiggery pokery, what about you?”
  • “Excuse me, do you mind not farting while I’m saving the world?”
  • “I trusted you! I pitied you!”
  • “Poor little thing. But there’s no one else coming 'cause there’s no one else left.”

last night i had a dream where i was watching a movie where tom cruise commits murder but then because it was a dream i BECAME tom cruise i WAS the murderer and i spent the rest of the night feverishly terrified that the law was coming for me

Fun things to do with your fellow dreaming hunters on the night of a hunt. Part one, probably:
-Rub fire + bolt paper together to “see what happens”
-Have a competition to see how many Beast Blood Pellets you can shove in your mouth at once!
-Play a game of keep away! (the object to keep away is a church giant’s bell. do not inform them ahead of time of this)
-You know how when you put peanut butter in a dog’s mouth? They make those silly faces + noises and it’s hilarious? That, but with Paarl
-Fistbump Gratia
-Go to a chalice dungeon, find the most ornate chest, and hide in it so you can surprise the next hunter to come through. They’ll be happy to see you!
-Volleyball using one of those Forbidden Woods snake knot ball tragedies

anonymous asked:

Hi! Did you write a lot when you were younger? Do you have any advice for future writers? I just feel like I don't practice enough (i have no time or I'm tired) and my writing's crap and it won't get anywhere😕 what was your biggest inspiration and how did you keep believing in yourself? Thank you❤️

YES! I wrote a ton when I was younger. I was clearing out my childhood bedroom and found a lot of my old notebooks and cringed so hard I think I sprained something. A lot of the stuff was really sad (I was a Dark, Moody Child apparently) or angsty, including poetry, journal entries, story ideas, etc. Some are story fragments, some are just quotes and lyrics I like written down, some are just ideas or story titles, but I was always thinking about stories, in one way or another. All of it is terrible. Like… every last word. I wish fanfiction.net hadn’t purged my account so you guys could see how far you can come in the space of a few years (high school to college for me). But, you know, it’s often the case now that I go back and read something I wrote a few weeks or a few years ago that I was convinced was horrible, only to find that it’s actually pretty good. I just needed the distance to see it and assess more clearly.

With writing, the only way to improve is to put in the mileage, and sometimes with school and life, the only way to put in the mileage is to not progress as quickly as you’d like. That’s okay. Writing is a lifelong journey, you know? I have always really loved the advice Ira Glass gave about staring out in writing and how your skill doesn’t necessarily line up with your taste, but developing that taste and figuring out what you like and the kinds of stories you want to tell is just as important. If there’s no time to write, then make time to read. Highlight passages in books that you admire or resonate with you, think about character arcs, try to pin down what the theme of the work is. There are many ways to practice, you just have to find what works best for you. For me, that was committing to writing a chapter or two of fanfic a week and putting it online for feedback, good and bad. 

The hardest thing about writing is knowing that what you work on might not be published one day, and no one other than yourself may get to read it. I got SO many rejections when I was starting out. SO, SO MANY. And I used to read this poem by W.B. Yeats whenever I was feeling down about them, or that I was a failure because things weren’t working out, or my writing wasn’t good enough yet, etc. I still live with that fear whenever I start a new project. I’m worried that it’s going to be a mess, or not live up to my vision, or no one will want to read it, let alone buy it. But, real talk, you have to believe in yourself and your story. You have to believe in yourself first before other people can. You have to love the process and the story itself, and that’s the real reward. 

Celebrating New Who- Favourite Episode: The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances

Really, how are you supposed to chose just one episode out of 10 years?

So this one was more or less chosen for convenience (I had the DVDs in anyway for the favourite season),it’s not even one episode, but it is great:

It’s very creepy, for me one of the scariest eps, gasmasks just freak me out. There are quite a few jump scares, where I still jump, even after the 4th or 5th time.

Great dialogue/one liners:

“My nose has special powers!” “Do your ears have special powers, too?”

“Who looks at a screwdriver and thinks: Oh, this could be a little more sonic!”

“Bananas are good!”

And so on.

The introduction of Captain Jack Harkness.

One of the best resolutions to a cliffhanger: “GO TO YOUR ROOM!”- “I’m so glad that worked, that would have been terrible last words.” 

All the dancing,… and talking about dancing ;)

The ending of course, the Doctor’s obvious joy at the thought that nobody died that night. “Just this once, everybody lives!”