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Edween Week 2017

Welcome to the first Edween week!!! It’s exactly what the name sounds like, 5 days dedicated to Halloween themed Edwin!! Any sort of content is welcome, whether it be art, fic, or whatever else gets you in the spooky mood. You can include as many characters or side ships as you like, but pertaining to the name, the main focus should be along the lines of Ed and Winry. There will be no themes, instead this will be an event where everything is Halloween related; it can be AU or whatever you please. 

The event will take place October 27 to October 31. Post anything you create under the tag #edween2017 so we can find and reblog it here! 

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the ballad of mona lisa // panic! at the disco

Someone requested a sickfic of Tony and Peter (I’m really sorry, I totally forgot your url, BUT I remembered your request). I decided to just bust it out because I’m bored and don’t want to practice or do physical therapy or boring things like that.
Title: “Can I Get a Blanket Over Here?”
Word Count: 1672

Ugh.

That’s the only word Peter really had for this occasion, and he briefly thought that he needed to expand his vocabulary.

And then he remembered that he has MJ for that.

He coughed, and the feeling of utter disgust returned. Ugh was certainly the perfect word to describe the situation.

His chest was congested, and he could feel the phlegm that built up. His nose was stuffed up and red from many attempts at blowing some snot out. His head was pounding, his face was warm, and he was freezing.

“How are you doing, loser?”

He looked up through bleary eyes, watching as MJ settled in the seat facing him.

He really tried to think of a wisecrack, but his head just wasn’t doing much for him right now. “I’m surviving.”

MJ glared at him, the book in her hands still unopened. “Really, Hamlet?”

Peter just shrugged. “Whose idea was it to send kids to a small, confined space in the middle of winter, anyway?”

She turned to her book. “Ask the government.”

“That’s not helpful.”

She smirked, not bothering to respond to his comment.

Flu season was his least favorite time of year. He may be Spiderman, but none of his special capabilities that came from the spider bite transferred to his immune system. At least, not when it came to a simple bug that would be gone within a week.

Ugh. He felt like crap.

“At least Flash isn’t here,” MJ remarked off-handedly, not looking up from…whatever it was she was reading.

Peter hummed in response.

“You got the Stark Internship today?”

Peter nodded. His headache had increased in intensity and exhaustion had settled in. Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to patrol the city yesterday.

Or the day before that.

Or even the day before that.

Or the past week, really.

He felt utterly weak, and every inch of his body ached.

“Don’t give me the flu.”

Peter nodded again, fighting to keep his eyes open. He pulled his jacket closer to his body and coughed, wincing at the onset of pain.

Michelle looked up sharply, watching him with a careful eye. “You should go home.”

Peter waved away her words as he gave into a coughing fit, tears springing into his eyes at the pain spreading across his chest and the severity of his coughs.

Okay, well maybe he wasn’t convincing, but if he went home, he would have to give superheroing a break, and, well…he wasn’t that sick.

As he doubled over, hacking, desperately trying to suck in a breath, he thought maybe Michelle was right.

Someone shoved a water bottle at him, and he grabbed it quickly, drinking around the hotness in his throat. The cool water soothed his inflamed throat, and he gasped once he had his fill.

MJ stood before him, her mouth set in a straight line and her eyebrows furrowed. “You really should go home, Peter.”

He shook his head. “No,” he said, internally cringing at his raspy voice. She shifted awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Then you should eat something.”

He shook his head again, straightening and turning back to the table. “I don’t think I can hold it down.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re gonna kill yourself if you don’t get checked out, Peter.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, well…what else is new?”



The rest of the day was relatively difficult. He refused to go to the nurse, despite the pounding in his head. He felt colder than he had earlier, and he knew it probably would be a great idea to call Mr. Stark and tell him that he would need to take a sick day.

But he wasn’t planning on it.

Home was starting to sound more and more appealing, and the mere idea of taking a sick day sounded fantastic.

He still wasn’t planning on it, though.

The final bell rang, and he shuffled out of school, silently cursing Ned for staying home today. He tried to recall how much homework he would have to get done before tomorrow, but MJ came up next to him.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, and we have a long weekend, dumbass.”

Right. Dumbass, right.

Wait, what?

He shook the fog from his head, nodding a thank you to Michelle before leaving the campus. Long weekend, Saturday, minimal homework…

Oh shit.

He just remembered that he was staying at the Stark Tower for the weekend, at Aunt May’s request for a romantic weekend with her new boyfriend.

He rolled his neck. “Shit,” he whispered to no one in particular.

Maybe he could just sleep once he got there. Or take a hot shower. Or sleep in the shower.

He arrived at the tower, not recalling any part of the trip it took him to get there. He shrugged, licking his chapped lips.

Come to think of it, a hot shower sounded fantastic.

He exited the elevator, making his way to the room Tony had designated as his.

“Kid, you look like death.”

Peter turned sharply, wincing at the pain it added to his headache. Tony’s brow creased, and he walked over to Peter. He pressed the back of his hand to Peter’s forehead.

“Good God, how long have you been sick?”

Peter opened his mouth to answer, vaguely aware of how thick and dry his tongue felt. “Um.” He gestured with his hands, and Tony raised his eyebrows. “Uh…”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., what’s Peter’s temperature?”

“104.6, boss.”

“Shit.” Tony’s voice echoed Peter’s thoughts. “You were at school with that high of a fever?”

Peter shrugged.

“Bed. Now.”

Peter nodded, sluggishly trudging to his room. “Mr. Stark?” he called, his voice weak. “Did May drop off my clothes?”

Tony nodded. “Yeah, kid. Why don’t you change, and I’ll be there in a minute to take care of you?”

Peter nodded again, resuming the walk towards his room. He found a duffel bag on his bed, and he opened it up to find the Hello Kitty pajama pants and a shirt that was too big for him. “She must have known that I was sick,” he muttered, quickly changing into the pajamas.

He tossed his duffel to the other side of the room and settled on his bed.

Tony knocked on the doorframe, holding a bowl of water in one hand and a washcloth in the other. His face was grim.

Peter sat up straighter, taking notice of the achiness in his bones.

“You been out patrolling?” Tony’s voice was tight, and he pulled up a chair to the side of Peter’s bed.

Peter knew it was a trick question, but seeing as how he was the world’s worst liar, he decided to just go with the truth. “Yep.”

“While you felt like crap?” Tony dropped the cloth in the bowl, letting it soak up the water.

Peter winced. “Yeah.”

Tony shook his head. “You know, for a genius kid, you can be really stupid sometimes.” Peter opened his mouth to protest. “Lie down.”

Peter did as he was told. “I’m not stupid, Mr. Stark.” His voice sounded small, and he caught the quick flash of concern that flashed in Tony’s eyes.

“Really, kid?” Tony glanced at Peter as he wrung some excess water from the washcloth, leaning over to press it against Peter’s forehead. “What’s your pulse at?”

“Um, well, I have an elevated pulse because of, you know, the whole spider bite thing –”

“It’s at 180 bpm.”

Okay. That wasn’t good.

“What do you think you have, Pete?” Tony pressed his back against the chair, crossing his arms.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut. “Flu?” he guessed.

“Wrong. You show all the symptoms of pneumonia, which – guess what? – is far more serious.” Tony’s eyes practically spit fire, and judging by his somewhat labored breathing, he was struggling not to yell at Peter.

Peter looked away. “You’re mad.”

“No, I’m fucking pissed. You’ve been overworking yourself since I recruited you, only God knows how many times you almost fucking died, you’ve let homework and extracurriculars slip, and to top all that shit off, you don’t take a break when you need one! Yes, I am pissed.”

Peter took a moment to respond, tears blurring his vision. “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark.”

Tony sighed. “It scares me, you know. It scares me when I see you get in over your head. It scares me when I see you throw away – or try to, for that matter – your chance at being a kid.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” he repeated.

“You’re too young to die, son.”

Peter almost rolled his eyes at the sentiment, but when he looked at Tony, worry was the only thing he could see.

“I don’t think pneumonia is going to kill me, Mr. Stark.”

Tony crossed his legs as he shook his head. “Probably not by itself. But combine that with your heroing and a couple of jackasses who have no qualms about killing, and you very well could be killed.”

Peter pursed his lips and nodded, processing Tony’s words through the pounding in his head. “Sorry –”

“God, kid, if you say ‘sorry, Mr. Stark’ one more time, I’m 98% sure I’m actually going to scream.”

Peter laughed.

“Like, I am slowly starting to be convinced that is my actual name.” Tony was smiling, and it was nice to know that he wasn’t in (a lot of) trouble. He reached out and squeezed Peter’s shoulder. “Get some rest. Happy is making a trip for some medicine.”

Peter smirked. “Bet he’s happy about that.”

Tony quirked an eyebrow as he stood, placing the chair back in its original position. “Was that a pun, kid?”

“Maybe.”

Tony smiled, softer this time, and patted Peter’s knee. “Get well soon.”

Peter was surprised at how quickly sleep was dragging him into unconsciousness. “Thanks, Dad,” he slurred.

The bed was soft and the pillow was just right and the blankets were warm and his father figure was smiling at him, just as proud as he’d always been.

Maybe he was home.
Thor was AMAZING
  • (no major spoilers, only minor)
  • LOKI and his relationship with Thor, I was dying
  • Valkyrie!
  • Oh my gosh brucie ;( and nat FEELS
  • It was so funny
  • Awesome music (yas), visual was fantastic
  • Hella ending (I don’t often like endings in movies but this was good??)
  • BRUCE WEARING TONY’S JEANS AND CONSTANTLY PULLING AT THEM BECAUSE ‘Tony wears really tight pants!‘ OH MY GOSH thank you for this information (may or may not be used in countless fanfics…)
  • Tony’s nicknames, come on Thor, how could it be anything else. (also tony totally loves bruce. all.the.way. brucie is fave)
  • What’s his name Coug? or something? anyway, amazing rock creature with awesome accent providing comical moments
  • TOM HIDDLESTON AND BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH IN A SCENE TOGETHER ACTUALLY FIGHTING ah this is what i have been waiting for, my british heart is screeching,
  • i feel so proud of (nearly) everyone in this movie and the whole thing was wonderful, setting up niceeely for the next avengers film!
  • Thor: never change. your character is unique; arrogant, heroic, honourable (need touching up on his commenting on women’s rights, but he’s nearly there). my boy.
What do you get when you mix Ford and Fiddleford and a dinosaur?

Pterodactylytron.

Comic N-006: “Undertale Stresses Me Out Because this  Is the First Time I’ve Questioned Why the Heckle a Character Wasn’t a Mailman pt1.”

My favorite thing about this comic is that I used a “Man talking to child” picture as reference for that last panel. 

(This whole blog is about experimenting and practice. So I wanted to focus on “no background” and “words” on this comic. My little sister is super cool and did Papyrus’s words here. She’s the best)

so i went to watch cartoonz’s new video (titled ‘always the bridesmaid, never the bride) and

i mean i normally hate shippy comments on their videos, but i have to admit i snorted

also

dohminated youtube comment section knows what’s up for once

The Suitors and Song Quotes

Leo: Wise men say/ Only fools rush in / But I can’t help/ Falling in love with you  - Elvis Presley “Can’t Help Falling In Love

Sid: You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals / So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel - The Bloodhound Gang “The Bad Touch”

Nico:  Talk to me, baby / I’m going blind from this sweet, sweet craving /
Let’s lose our minds and go fucking crazy / Ah ya ya ya ya / I keep on hoping we’ll eat cake by the ocean - DNCE “Cake By the Ocean”

Byron:  Time stands still / Beauty in all she is / I will be brave / I will not let anything, take away / What’s standing in front of me / Every breath, every hour has come to this - Christina Perry “A Thousand Years”

Rayvis:   Cause all of me / Loves all of you / Love your curves and all your edges / All your perfect imperfections / Give your all to me / I’ll give my all to you / You’re my end and my beginning / Even when I lose I’m winning / ‘Cause I give you all of me / And you give me all of you, oh oh - John Legend “All of Me”

Robert:   It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear / When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year / I’ll be there for you (When the rain starts to pour) / I’ll be there for you (Like I’ve been there before) / I’ll be there for you ('Cause you’re there for me too) - The Rembrandts - ‘I’ll Be There For You’ ~ Theme from “Friends”

Louis:   I see the whole world in your eyes / It’s like I’ve known you all my life / We just feel so right / So I pour my heart into your hands / It’s like you really understand / You love the way I am - Rachal Platton “Better Place”

Giles:  Gloves are off, Ready to fight / 
 / Like a lion I will survive. / Will I? Will I? / You gotta stand for something / Even if you stand alone, don’t be afraid / It’s gonna be alright - Backstreet Boys “ Show em’ (What You’re Made Of)

Alyn:  Wanna be there just in time / Wanna be your shining knight / Protect you like a soldier / I wanna be the first in line / Be the one to save your life / All I wanna do is hold you - Backstreet Boys “Soldier”

Albert:   Now I know why I was born / You feel my feelings one by one / Can’t see the world I’m walking through / 'Cause baby I see only you, oh yeah - Backstreet Boys “It’s Gotta Be You”

anonymous asked:

girl, okay. is Sorscha like important to the story line? is Dorian going to boink her? lol. I finished reading the part where Manon n the 13 were riding the dragons (they're dragons right?), is Manon evil?

Sorscha… Yes and no? I guess? She’s important to Dorian’s character arc, but like the overall plot of ToG doesn’t necessarily require her active participation… She’s important to Dorian’s story line.

And Manon… That’s a 3-book question you just asked, lol!

I’m not sure if the wyverns will end up being basically dragons. There have been some things that make me believe Maas is building to them breathing fire, but for now basically think of the Nasgul mounts in LOTR- just really angry dragons with “pyrectile dysfunction”

  • <p> <b>Sherlock:</b> John I'm gay<p/><b>John:</b> You mean gay as in happy, right?<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> No, I mean I'm homosexual<p/><b>John:</b> Haha that's a nice pun I get it you're Holmesexual cuz you only like yourself haha<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> John no... I'm attracted to men.<p/><b>John:</b> Whoa you forgot the "wo" from the begining of the word hahah :))<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> why did I survive the fall<p/></p>

So I’m applying for different colleges and 6th forms when this pops up on one of the applications

So like, I’m kinda mad, because firstly, Transsexual is not a fucking sexual orientation and secondly, why does it fucking matter?! It’s a school! I get it if it was a “What is your gender?” question and then transgender/sexual was an option because that could lead to the person getting all the facilities and help they need. But seriously? Sexuality is what they’re worried about?

Note that I put my orientation down as ‘Not Stated’ because even if it was important, my sexuality isn’t up there

Episode 61, part 2: everything’s gone wrong for the Dark Magicians!

While Pandora is indulging himself with his recital of his backstory, let’s find out what’s happening in the world outside of the Murderdome.

Anzu and Grandpa - having seen Yami vanish impossibly in a circus tent - are literally running around the city hoping to just, like, bump into him or something. The thought that he might be inside a building does not seem to have occurred to them. I guess they don’t know that Kaiba can track the Duel Disks because that would have been a way smarter move. 

#qualityGrandpa

Kaiba should be able to track the Duel Disks, but the signal from Yami’s DD is being blocked (Kaiba guesses correctly he’s in a basement) and the Rare Hunters have set up the duel system in the card game shop basement to work without registering an official duel on Kaiba’s system.

But no one uses Seto Kaiba’s systems unofficially without risking the wrath of his army of gynoids. 

The set-up in the murder-basement still has to access KaibaCorp information to run the Duel Disks, so even if it’s not reporting its information, it’s still connected to the system and Kaiba finds it. He doesn’t bother going and looking himself, though, he lets Mokuba do it.

Anzu and Grandpa happen to run into Mokuba (technically, Mokuba runs up to them) and they breathlessly explain their problem as they should have gone and done an episode and a half ago…

Only to receive a lesson in just how thoroughly the Kaibas have their shit together.

“Oh. Well. Okay then! That part where we stopped you and told you our story did nothing but delay all of us. On we go!”

So Mokuba, Anzu and Grandpa are on their way.

Meanwhile, back in the illegal death-match duel, things aren’t going so well for Plum Magician. (Yami’s purple Dark Magician is Plum Magician and Pandora’s red one is Burgundy Magician, btw, if you’re one of those odd people that reads only the second half of one of my two-parters.)

His face is the perfect embodiment of “ugh”.

It’s a card that keeps Plum Magician prisoner so he can’t attack or defend, leaving Yami open for attack.

That’s some dark shit. Mahaad is NOT OKAY WITH THIS.

Of course Yami is too busy worrying about Dark Magician to worry about himself.

#loyaltyshipping

And Dark Magician is the one more worried about Yami.

#LOYALTYSHIPPING

God they’re just so ridiculously protective of each other, it’s beautiful.

Yami takes a Black Magic Attack right to the face, which equalises the Life Point totals; both Yami and Pandora have 1500 LP left.

Yami summons Big Shield Gardna (Gardener? Guarder?) so Pandora can’t hit him directly again, so Pandora uses an alternative strategy and this is where they lose me. He plays a Magic Card where you sacrifice a Monster (it’s sent to the Graveyard) and you get to attack the other player directly with half that Monster’s attack points. And apparently this is just NOT OKAY. 

… Um? 

Yes?

Yes he is willing to do that? It’s an oft-necessary game mechanic? You yourself summoned Plum Magician earlier this duel by sacrificing two Monsters to the Graveyard? You sacrifice Monsters all the damn time? It’s this whole perfectly normal thing? The Monsters don’t literally die, and their souls definitely don’t, like, go anywhere? 

Burgundy Magician starts getting angsty about it too.

He already “died” twice! He was discarded to the Graveyard, and he was sent on a suicide attack against Plum Magician, but apparently THIS time is too far! He can’t bear the thought of being sent to the Graveyard for what he imagines will be the last ten seconds of the duel. 

This is supposed to show how ~evil~ and ~callous~ he is, but … yes. Yes it is okay. They are cards. They “die”, sometimes repeatedly, in basically every duel. It is a very fundamental part of the game. They have not explained why the Ectoplasm-sacrifice is evil, but sacrificing Monsters to summon other Monsters or using them as bait when you know they’ll be destroyed is not evil.

Anyway Pandora’s summoned a second monster, so he uses that first, Ectoplasming violently at Yami.

Ouch.

And then he Ectoplasms Burgundy Magician and fires it at Yami. And before the dramatic twist, look at Yami:

That’s when the shot is fired and he realises he has nothing to defend himself with.

And this is how he faces his defeat and imminent death. He’s so BRAVE. Now, granted, I’m sure we’re thirty seconds away from a major breakdown as he’s overwhelmed with guilt for getting Yugi’s body dismembered and I would hate to see the fallout if Yugi actually died, but still.

Luckily, we don’t have to, because Monsters do have souls and the soul of a very protective and pissed-off priest is in the only Monster left on the field.

Who dramatically self-immolates to sacrifice himself and save his Pharaoh.

We assume the Blue Ectoplasm Formerly Known As Burgundy Magician is moving really quite slowly (because he’s annoyed with Pandora?) because Yami and Plum Magician react, Plum Magician spontaneously combusts, Pandora gets a “What? This Cannot Be!” line aloud, Yami reacts, and the Yellow Ectoplasm Formerly Known As Plum Magician gets across to Yami in the time it takes Blue Ectoplasm Formerly Known As Burgundy Magician to cross the ring.

To further seal (pun intended) our loyaltyshipping vibes this duel, Yami is just so fucking touched he can’t even form a full sentence.

<3!

And he glows with the shining beams of a man whose card-boyfriend has just sacrificed himself as he determines with renewed vigour to take down Pandora!

“WHAT’S THE MATTER? HAVEN’T YOU EVER SEEN A MAN LITERALLY GLEAM WITH HIS AVENGING LOVE FOR A CARD BEFORE?”