the ghost is from 'ghost in the machine'

The lyrics to the opening sequence of “Marvel’s Ghost Rider”

(He’s the rider)

(Ghost Rider, Rider, Rider)

Yo, Robbie Reyes, he was just thirty
when his uncle built a very strange machine
It was designed by a book from a world unseen

(He’s gonna burn ‘em all cause he is Ghost Rider)

When he got shot, that would’ve been the end
Then Robbie took an offer for revenge
There was a great big fire, and as Robbie looked to the sky
His whole body got all demonized

(Rider, Rider)

When he first woke up he realized
He had a burning skull and could never die
He had a badass chain, and could make his car fly
He was much more unique than the other guys

It was then that he knew what he had to do
He had to stop all the ghosts that were commin’ through
He’s here to fight for me and you!

He’s gonna burn 'em all cause he is Ghost Rider
Gonna burn 'em all cause he is Ghost Rider
Gonna burn 'em all cause he’s (Ghost Rider)

(BONUS: I guess this makes Daisy the Sam of the group and Gabe is Jazz)

pictured here: nat, collecting blackmail; bruce, wishing he had cooler friends; clint, trying to do bunny ears behind tony’s hat, thor, engaging in a ‘delightful midgardian tradition;’ tony, preparing to bestow the Cone of Shame, and steve, still a pain in the neck even after all these decades.

plus me, making birthday wishes that cant be repeated in front of g-rated audiences, due to excessive swearing. 

the signs as abandoned places

ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.

TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.

GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.

CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.

LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.

VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.

LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”

SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.

SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.

CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted. 

AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.

PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”

memory found || stiles stilinski

word count: 4242

warnings: season 6 spoilers, mentions of sex, light swearing

prompt: part one of this imagine

author’s note: yeah, so i got just a little carried away with this tbh. i really liked the idea of this imagine and i am really happy with how it turned out. also, THAT SEASON 6A FINALE! AM I RIGHT?? anyways, enjoy this imagine and feel free to make requests!


By definition, Stiles and Y/N were friends with benefits.

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Ghost in your house 👻

I had this stupid idea where Grillby moves into a nice and cozy house and then feels like the place is haunted.And yet,he wants to stay.
I think Gaster would die from an explosion caused by one of his machines in the basement or something?…Can monsters become ghosts?Anyway uhh…here’s a ghostale au? *wow great name,Aida*

anonymous asked:

Do all your weapons have names?

nah, i go through weapons too quickly for that. i do have some favorites though, that have been with me for a while, which have picked up nicknames. there’s a real nasty grenade launcher that i frequently use to make holes in buildings that clint insists on calling my ‘lockpick’ as if i dont know how to break in like a normal assassin. i know how to pick a lock clint. exploding stuff is just more fun.

 i have a set of sweet little throwing knives that natasha usually calls the manicure kit. i would object to that more if they didnt come in handy so often on nail painting night. 

i have a regular claw hammer which has seen combat and is officially named the ‘Hammer Of Barnes.” thor blessed it for me. i dont know if that makes it more effective in a fight but it is pretty cool. 

i have a big trench knife that has been called ‘mantra’ after that one time when Dr banner was about to hulk out in a hospital ward because it was being attacked by hydra agents. clint was trying (poorly) to keep him calm, and was yelling ‘do your breathing exercises!! use your mantras!!’ at which point Dr banner grabbed my knife and stabbed a hydra guy. he did not hulk out. we were very proud of him.

i once told tony that my fists were named ‘business’ and ‘pleasure’ but i was just messing with him. his face was pretty priceless. 

but my favorite named weapon has always been my throwing steve. by which i mean the captain america that i sometimes physically hurl at my enemies. it may not be the most dignified way to get steve into a fight but it sure is effective

anonymous asked:

what are ur hedcannons for keeping up with the waynes ? i think u have made a few post about it but im curious ahah

(I don’t think I have but I am more than willing to jump on this bandwagon)

The show starts as a cover because too many people are asking questions (“How come your dead son Jason is picking up your youngest child from school on a motorbike wearing swimtrunks?”). They have to work extra hard to try and be normal… and they just end up incredibly dysfunctional and it ends up helping them because the Waynes are a goddamn mess but the Bats obviously have their shit together.

Dick Grayson is hardcore thirsted after by everyone (everyone) and is highly sexualized in all the promos and stuff. Dick is incredibly uncomfortable with this, he know he’s handsome and he doesn’t mind attention for it, but please he’s not an object to be lusted after. Bruce comes down hard on the network and they make it more tame, still doesn’t stop fangirls and boys from following Dick. Lucky for him he has a protective sibling or two who will always protect their big brother’s virtue.

Jason is in the show… but also not. Like he’s just not acknowledged. No one knows who he is, he’s just always at the Manor, people call him ‘lil brother’ and ‘Jason’ and 'Todd’, no one seems weirded out by his presence. The camera crew asks how Jason Todd, who was declared dead like 6 years ago??, is still alive. The kids pretend they don’t know who they’re talking about. One episode the crew calls in an exorcist because they’re convinced it’s Jason’s ghost haunting the mansion. Jason makes ghost noises from behind the grandfather clock. If you listen closely, you can hear Tim, Steph and Dick laughing loudly in the other room.

Tim Drake is just that beloved character who is a huge mess but, bless, he’s trying. He’s comedy relief in a way that’s really sad and makes you feel guilty. Tim really considers himself the most normal out of all the kids, he thinks this’ll be a breeze. Little does he realize that staggering around in Superboy boxers, trying to hide the coffee machine because Dick is going to take it away is actually pretty damn south of normal. Or healthy. After every episode, 3 new Tim Drake memes are created, he is an internet sensation. He takes it in stride and tries not to pretend that his former reputation as the Golden Perfect Wayne child has not been shattered.

Cass just ignores the cameras and questions at all times. She doesn’t even acknowledge them at all, just continues to go about her day. No one knows anything about her, she’s quiet, her friends are mostly within the Wayne sphere of influence, she doesn’t appear to engage in any wild crazy teen behavior. She is an enigma. Cameras try and catch her doing whatever it is she does, Cass just smiles and disappears. Her only interaction is to inform the camera crew when her brothers are being particularly ridiculous.

Stephanie just kind of, shoves her way into the show. She probably tries the hardest to engage the audience. She knows the impact the show is having and she understands what the people want to see so she acts as the unofficial 'host’ of the show and introduces people and dares the boys to do crazy stunts or starts a fight and lets the crew catch the family in all their dysfunctional glory. She honestly should be getting paid for all the great contributions she’s made to this show.

Prior to the show, Damian had the reputation of a sulky, but put together young man who is trying to live up to his great father’s name. Once the show airs they learn he’s an obnoxious little brat who swears like a sailor and is scarily accurate when throwing kitchen knives. Tim is thanking the heavens people finally see Damian for the demon that he is. Instead he’s lauded as the 'cute lil naughty boy' and still fawned over. Damian has a special segment where he talks about his animals and encourages people to adopt/donate to animal shelters. It actually really beneficial and the other kids start promoting their own charities.

Bruce is just off to the side, glaring at his paperwork as he tries to get something done. The children are more obnoxious than normal, no secret identity is worth this pain. He can’t wait for the end of the season so he can cancel the show. Damian has stolen a box of matches with plans to set Tim’s sleeve on fire while he’s asleep and see how long he notices. One cameraman coughs.

“Uh Mister Wayne? Sir? Don’t you think you should do something about that?” Bruce glares, he has barely gotten any sleep since this started and what little peace of mind he still possessed has shriveled and died an agonizing death.

“As long as those cameras are on, they’re your problem” In the background, Tim is screaming and yelling in several language. It took him 34.8 seconds to wake up.

Moloch Winchester (12x18)

Continuing the theme of the haunting of S12 by the monstrous psychic figure of the father

(see )

John Bring’s episode weaves that theme with deft fingers, into its MotW disguise. 

We open with two young men, Jared and Darren, watching a bunch of other young folk (hetero) making out round a fire in the woods. They are solo. Jared isn’t into it. 

The Sheriff tells us that Jared “fell down the stairs a lot, if you know what I mean”. He was beaten by his Dad, until “the guy stroked out”.

Darren smokes a lot of weed. 

These kids are Sam and Dean mirrors part I (a lonely childhood, one of them not hetero, getting beaten by Dad, getting high…)

Pete and Barry the Sheriff (half brothers) make mirrors part II (one trying to break free of the “family business” and one trying to roll with it). 

And the “goat-dude with a name like a pirate”, the monster in the basement? It’s not Black Bill, who Sam thinks may be a Satyr feasting on the meat of his victims after an orgy of lust. It’s Moloch, goat-headed god, to whom in the Bible, children are sacrificed. Black Bill is merely the surface shadow, servant of the god (an explicit mirroring to alert us to all the others which lurk beneath). 

The Sheriff’s basement, where the god lives, demanding to be fed with blood, represents the psychic depths of the Winchesters’ family history. The Winchesters were children sacrificed on the altar of their father’s revenge quest.

“My family, we got a secret….” says the Sheriff.

“Hunting people, killing them, the family business….” says Pete his (half) brother. 

The “family business” John Winchester raised his kids in, is a hungry monster, demanding sacrifice. Living as hunters the Winchesters are lonely, feeding “the life” with the blood of the supernatural creatures they kill, wondering whether they will be forgotten when they are dead. 

The MotW link with their childhood is made explicit. We see them carve their initials into the table at the bunker, just as we see their child-selves in flash-back do the same to the Impala. John’s Impala. 

John Winchester is everywhere.

Dean, trapped in the meat-locker at the plant, is stalked (haunted) by Moloch (John). We catch his growl, a glimpse of his cloven hands, his horns, but we never clearly see him. The beast-ghost in the psychic machine. 

Sam shoots Moloch with the Colt, a symbolic dramatic irony. John’s mirror (John’s ghost) slain with the very weapon of his obsession (the one he hunted for so long to kill Azaezel with). Sam frees Dean from the oppressive pursuit of Moloch, just as Sam’s (much earlier) rebellion against their Dad finally ignited an answering rebellion in Dean.   

Now Ketch, who is sleeping with Mary (standing in the place of John Winchester) fingers Dean’s treasured photograph of his mother before her death (holding him as a child). Ketch is the menacing presence now. He has Sam and Dean’s death warrants signed by the BMOL. He is coming for them. He is mirror Moloch, mirror John. 

Not for nothing is the episode titled The Memory Remains. Ostensibly the memory of the horrible acts committed by the Sheriff’s family to feed Moloch (which the Sheriff himself tries to atone for), but beneath the surface, the memory of the childhood Sam and Dean endured, the beast-monster in their psychic basement - a memory still not fully spoken between them. 

Crack Our Broken Records

I, an artist, wrote something for the 13th Dannyversary, and by wrote something I mean I’ve had this sitting in my docs for half a year and decided it was time to finish it

The alternate title is “Family Takes Four Thousand Words to Start a Conversation and They Don’t Even Finish it by the end” but that’s a little too long

Also there’s some really vague and small headcanons thrown in here but just a heads up.

read it on FFN l AO3


The man in question hummed noncommittally at his wife, much more focused on the mess of wires and metal seated on the table beneath his hands.


His fingers slipped on the slick metal, the wires falling from his hands and connecting in a shower of sparks. Dropping his head into his hands, Jack groaned. Maddie shifted her frying pan between her hands, allowing her to reach over to her husband.

“Jack, honey, give it a rest. You need to take a break.”

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“Bye bye baby blue 
I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush it’s killing you
Screaming at the sun you blow into
Curled up in a grip when we were us
Fingers in a fist like you might run
I settle for a ghost I never knew
Superparadise I held on to
But I settle for a ghost”

Carried on from here 

the next and final one here

anonymous asked:

buck if the avengers were animals what animals would they be???? thank you

i assume you mean based on personality, and not which avengers have been turned into which animals lately.
what has happened to my life that that is even a question i have to ask??

anyway, steve would be a dog. everyone is right on the money on that one; hed be big, fluffy, loyal as hell, appetite the size of rhode island and love to play fetch. and also have the bite power to sever a mans hand if he was so inclined. you would trust him with a baby but also to eat the face off anyone who threatened that baby. well. maybe not EAT. he does have SOME standards. theoretically.

tony would be a raven. reputation associated with death, but personality of a class clown–likes pranks, messing with people, and trying new stuff. dedicated to family and intelligent as hell. chatty. tool user. did you know ravens can people-talk? if they couldnt, im sure tony would figure out how anyways.

nat would be a swan. beautiful, graceful, but at the top of the do-not-fuck-with list in most animals books. mates for life and more loyal than you would think, with a take no shit and no prisoners attitude. i have a healthy terror of swans, as does any sane human being.

clint would also be a dog, but not like steve. hed be one of those scrappy little terrier mutts that descend from a working breed that are supposed to do things like kill rats. just as loyal and smart and fun-loving as the big guys, but makes up for lack of size with pure tenacity. and so scruffy its cute.

bruce would be an elephant. smart and social, with strong emotional bonds, generally calm and compassionate, but never something you want to be standing in front of when it gets pissed. also really enjoys peanuts?

thor would be a lion. content to chill out most of the time, and more social than most cats, but also totally down to throw down on a moment’s notice. pretty smart but not somebody you ever wanna cross. majestic as anything. 

i would be a bear. likes a lot of food in large quantities, and i would love to sit in a river and let dinner fling itself into my mouth. asleep like half of the time. big and badass but generally pretty chill, and smarter than you might think. also a faster runner than you might expect (that’s not really about me, bears can just run at like 35 mph which is a thought to keep you up at night.) and if theres one thing everyone knows about bears, it is that you do not mess with what they are protecting.
also they are opposed to forest fires?? not sure what that has to do with anything, but i guess i can get behind it

i love how “that’s the three lines of math that separates my life as a man from my life as an unfeeling ghost” works both in reference to the philosophical effect the portal gun has on ricks existence and to what those three lines of math actually did (in a ghost in the machine kinda way)

Cause and Effect

Show: Danny Phantom

Characters Featured: Mostly Danny-centric but some Maddie, Jack, Jazz, Tucker, and Sam.

When he was a toddler, his mom used to let him sit in the lab while she and his dad worked. They gave him his toys and stuffed animals in hopes that he would stay satisfied. Unfortunately, he was a toddler and toddlers usually didn’t sit still. And the lab was full of fun things to touch.

His mom usually broke away from her work to stop him from touching anything and gave him one of his toys, which distracted him for a few minutes before he found something interesting and got into it as well. The cycle would repeat.

A few days prior to his 3rd birthday, his mom was away visiting some cousins that were in town. His dad was “watching” him. Watching meant being in the same room as him. He was too distracted by his work to notice the toddler creeping towards a strangely shaped object lying next to the workbench. 

There was a large green button on the top of the object, glowing with a pulsing light. With a laugh, the toddler reached out towards it.

He pressed the button.

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The “I didn’t have internet for almost 2 months and used up all my 4G reading 1d fanfiction” fic rec :)

 louis/harry chaptered

+ Curly Bun Man

  • I just paid for these Doritos but they’re stuck in the vending machine and I know you’ve been waiting but I am not going to let you buy something until you help me. AU 

a ghost in my lungs (it sighs in my sleep)

  • “Sometimes, when Harry is alone, he’ll stop what he’s doing - texting, fiddling with a ring, reading - and go still, like he thinks if he’s quiet enough Louis will emerge from his hiding spot and say hello.”  Alternately, the one where Louis is a lonely ghost haunting the house on the hill, and the boys move in on a Tuesday.

Poor, Unfortunate Soul

  • Louis, drunk and confused, falls off the side of the cruise ship. Harry, who had been following some dolphins who had been following the cruise ship, rescues him and takes him to a small island until help arrives (as it always does, because Louis is not the first drunk to fall off a boat). But until then, it’s just Harry and Louis. Oh, and Harry is a very handsome, shy merman. Who might have a thing for humans. And Louis, apparently, has a thing for mermen.

+ Cupids Chokehold

  • But - naively, stupidly, blindly - Harry holds out hope for a love that’s written across the stars. He can’t give up the feeling that there’s someone out there, waiting for him. He’s just going to have to wait for them, too. Or: Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

louis/harry oneshots

this unnatural path, it spans infinitely 

  • “You’re gay,” Louis suddenly says, snapping Harry out of his trance. He nods slowly. “Yes, I am.” Louis then goes silent again and swallows back. He closes his eyes shut tightly and lets out a breath. Harry is somewhat worried, mostly because he’s just met Louis today and hasn’t seen him act so strange. “You’re so fucking open with it, Jesus.” New York City: The city that never sleeps. Harry, a university student, takes a trip to New York City with his university and is partnered with Louis Tomlinson. Secrets and fears are revealed and a feeling of longing comes out between the two. or an au where Louis and Harry are on a trip with their university to nyc and the fall in love and fuck.

Wax Off

  • Harry reaches back in with both hands, wordless. The span of his hand wrapped easily over the top of Louis’ thigh, his thumb pulling to stretch the fragile skin there tight. With his other hand, he grasped at the edge of the hard wax, peeling it up just enough to get a grip with his thumb and first finger. He looked up to meet Louis’ eyes. “Ready?” Harry helps Louis wax everything off.

All the kids at school (they were wishing they were me that night)

  • “Are you sure that you two aren’t dating?” Louis forces his gaze away from Harry’s scrunched face and looks to Nick, already rolling his eyes, “Yes, Nicholas, we’re sure. There are these neat things called ‘friends’, perhaps you’ve heard of them, and me and Harry the best kind and best kinds of friends don’t screw each other on the sly. ” Or Getting voted 'School’s Hottest Couple’ when they aren’t actually a couple complicates things a bit.

Tonight We’re The Sea And The Salty Breeze

  • “How may I make myself useful Mr Styles?” “I heard physical activities made you lose lots of sweat and water, great way to eliminate the toxins from what I’ve understood.” “Are you propositioning me?” “I am.” or AU where Harry is rich and handsome and Louis serves him a smoothie.

+ Jump The Gun

  • He groans in frustration, slamming his suitcase shut and maybe slamming his head against it a bit, because Harry Styles is trying to kill him, and it’s all because he has a stupid fucking fetish for girls’ underwear. (or, Louis likes to wear lingerie. Harry likes that Louis likes to wear lingerie.)

+ Bambi

  • “What’re you here for, exactly. I really would love to know.” “Just here for a chat,” provokes Harry. “Lovely to get back home, you know. Got a turkey in the oven–” “At three in the morning. Get real, Bambi.” Louis deadpans a look at Harry, his eyes emotionless as they bore into him. “You’re here for the zirconia, aren’t you.” or the au where harry becomes an assassin and has a mission at louis’ house to steal the million dollar zirconia for zayn.

+ The Way You Make Me Feel

  • “You couldn’t last a damn day without trying to sleep with me." "I can last a whole fucking week,” Harry says, rising to Louis’ challenge. “Wanna make a bet on that, Styles?" "You’re on,” Harry grins. Or, Disney AU where Louis and Harry try not to fuck in public places.

+ A Match Made in Aisle Three (Everybody Cutloose)

“Don’t feel bad,” Louis said. “You picked the machine that freaks out on customers more often than not. It’s not your fault it froze on you.”
“Oh, OK,” Harry replied. “Glad it’s not just me, then.”
“Yeah. Um, I’ll move your stuff to one that works.“
"Wait, don’t!”
Too late.
Before Harry could finish his request, Louis saw what Harry’s purchase was – a giant bottle of lube.
So Louis did what he does best: made it even more awkward.
“Big night tonight?”

Or, the one where Louis is a drama student/cashier who assists Harry in buying a bottle of lube, and is also the only guy that frat boy Harry has trouble talking to.
Also featuring Sophia as stubborn matchmaker and Liam as accidental wingman.

Rinse Me Down

  • Louis just wanted to raise a bit of money for his Uni political party. Niall and Zayn decided on a 'people wash’ because “nobody drives cars anymore”. It quickly becomes a hedonistic water fight.


tell me now and i won’t ask again

  • “You said you couldn’t live without me,” says Louis casually, eyes sparking a bit, and Zayn wants to tell him don’t ruin the momentbut he can’t deny this boy anything. “Didn’t think you cared so much, Zayner.” He pretends to swoon, eyelashes fluttering ridiculously, and he’s messing around but it doesn’t make him any less lovely in the lamp light. “You’ll give a girl the wrong idea, there.” or  Louis and Zayn as best friends, boyfriends, fiancés, and husbands.

+ keep you like an oath

  • Zayn doesn’t recognize the man through the peephole, but he looks harmless enough, so Zayn swings the door open, barely able to get out a greeting before,  “Hello, would you be interested in being my boyfriend?” The stranger asks.  “Uh,” Zayn mumbles, looking between the man and the space behind him, waiting for someone to jump out at him and tell him what’s going on. No one does. And the stranger is still grinning at him, blue eyes shining and teeth on full display as he waits. “Who are you?” Zayn finally asks, when the stranger makes no move to give him more information about what’s happening.

nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted

  • louis is the shrew that doesn’t want taming. harry happens to like being adored, thank you. liam is hopelessly lovesick. niall’s the man with the plan. and zayn is in it for the money, until he isn’t. a 10 things i hate about you au. 

+ unwanted pets and the right kind of friends

  • the only things stopping louis from getting laid are his friends and a turtle named Lebron (and maybe his own feelings). or four times louis and zayn fail to have sex and the one time they do.

+ Love is Art and You’re My Canvas

  • zayn is fresh out of juvenile detention, louis is blind and both of them are the only ones who truly know how to take care of each other. 

+ i’m not looking for a lover

  • Zayn has recently come into possession of a fortune he wants little to do with and time he doesn’t know how to waste. And then there’s Louis, someone who can solve both of these problems even though he has his own load of baggage. They meet in New York. 


+ Soul

Liam tosses a grin back over his shoulder. “What are you going to do when I’ve gone and there’s no one around to drive you round the bend?”

Louis’ bike coasts to a stop. It happens so slowly that by the time he’s at a standstill, Liam is far ahead, up by the curve. “I’ll forget.”

Liam stops much more quickly. They’re alone in the dome; their private conversation can be held across thirty feet of open space. “You’ll what?”

Louis watches him. “I’ll forget,” he repeats. “Not the way you forget things, when you can’t pinpoint them but you still carry them in your heart. I’ll just have my hard drive wiped.”

Or: Louis is the medical android tasked with taking care of Liam in a world after nuclear war.

anonymous asked:

hey buck, do you celebrate christmas or chanukkah? or do you not celebrate anything at all?

my mom was jewish, and my dad was catholic. it was kinda a weird combo, to be honest. my dad died when i was pretty young–WWI, you know–and we observed some christmas traditions in his honor, but my mother celebrated chanukkah, so we did too. she and the neighobors, an old jewish couple from romania who used to keep an eye on us kids while she was working, taught us some yiddish. steve picked some up too, but his first language was actually gaelic, so he had a really hilarious accent sometimes. lemmie tell you, gaelic + brooklyn + yiddish does not make for a very comprehensible accent. poor little guy. 

anyways, i grew up mostly during the great depression, so while we did celebrate, we were very poor, so we made do with what we could. a lot of the local jewish families got together to celebrate–pooled resources and kinda potlucked some things. there were a lot of families with missing members, people lost to the great war or sickness, and we all kinda watched each others backs. i dont remember a lot of details, but there’s this lingering sense of closeness that i still cherish, even though almost every one from those days is dead by now.

the avengers celebrate the holidays together, these days, and between the group of us, we cover pretty much all the winter holidays. thor does yule stuff. jane and wanda are also jewish, and steve does a very catholic christmas thing with matt. sam does kwanzaa, and i think fury does too? the man is an enigma. Dr banner does…some form of seasonal holiday? he says he grew up with christmas but isnt super attached. i think he’s planning on spending afternoon on christmas day with steve at a soup kitchen. i’ll probably be joining them, as will most of the others. scott and peter are at home doing christmas with their families. nat does christmas too but somehow theres a lot of vodka and russian foods involved, and shes been telling thor Krampus stories for like a week now.  tony grew up with christmas but now he prefers to celebrate festivus (though he is all about the latkes), and im really looking forwards to wrestling him later. he does claim to be the head of the household. clint has jumped on the festivus bandwagon expressly because he likes the ‘airing of the grievances’ part.

its not like what i grew up with. there’s a menorah on the mantle over a fireplace thats burning a yule log, and the christmas tree is actually floating about three feet off the ground to make room for the presents underneath(thanks, tony). outside, new york is covered in snow. 

but im here, safe and warm and relatively intact, celebrating the holidays with family. and that is pretty good, my friends. that is pretty dang good.

Ghost in the Machine.

Zacharie: What have I done to you? This is wrong.
Zacharie: I shouldn’t have tampered with the script.
Zacharie: I had no right, no right to change you!
Zacharie: …to mold you in to what /I/ wanted. In to some ghost from my past.
Zacharie: I’m… I’m so sorry Batter.

Sebastian: Stop it.
Sebastian: Don’t keep referring to me by my title.
Sebastian: I have a name now.
Sebastian: I’m not… I’m not angry.
Sebastian: Zacharie, I was nothing.
Sebastian: Now?
Sebastian: Now I /feel/.
Sebastian: There is warmth inside me.
Sebastian: I am /real/.
Sebastian: Without you I’m empty.
Sebastian: Without you I’m…
Sebastian: Cold.
Sebastian: A Puppet.
Sebastian: A machine programmed for one purpose. And one purpose only.
Sebastian: Please, Zacharie…
Sebastian: Don’t let me… turn back in to a lifeless corpse.
Seb wanting to be a real boy instead of a lean, mean killing machine.
Based on mine and @necessarymerchant‘s corny rps
Listening to I am Machine by Three Days Grace


Doctor Who - [2x12] - Army of Ghosts | For the first nineteen years of my life nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not ever. And then I met a man called The Doctor. A man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end. That’s what I thought. But then came the Army of Ghosts, then came Torchwood and the war. And that’s when it all ended. This is the story of how I died.