the sky's a little messed up

to whom loves her next there are a few things you should know.
she doesn’t open up easily or at all. please do not get offended by this. and she may go radio silent for a while but don’t fear she is just lost in her head. she’ll come back to you. she always will. even when you break her heart for the first time, she comes back. and the second time.. she always comes back. she never knows when to stop loving, just like she never knows when to stop over watering plants because she’s so afraid they aren’t getting enough. she also needs constant reassurance so please don’t get annoyed when she wants attention or constant reassurance through out the day. she’s been hurt so many times it’s hard to believe that people could be so cruel to something so beautiful.
she loves to take photographs and she loves to read. she starts reading a book and then she finds another book and starts reading that one cause she’s just so excited and forgets to read the end of the other book so don’t ask why she does that, cause she doesn’t know. she loves animals more than anything so yes that means her two horses, three dogs and chinchilla come first. she’s vegan so make sure you check to see if there’s any milk in the chips or cookies if you buy them for her at the grocery store, which you should. she loves cooking but doesn’t like to clean up the kitchen mess. she HATES dirt. she loves the sky and stars so please make sure you stop to look at sunsets whenever you’re together. she doesn’t talk about her dad but she always wants to. she has a love hate relationship with her mother even though her mother doesn’t know it. child birth scares the crap out of her so she’d rather adopt. she claims she hates kids but once you see her with her little cousin who’s like her little brother the smile she’s wearing when they hug says different. she’s amazing with kids even though she thinks they are annoying. she has big dreams like wanting to end world hunger or becoming an activist. she cries when she see’s animals on the street. also, she’ll bring home animals from the street. she loves her family and friends even though she keeps to herself. she hates stickers and she loves traveling. and when you find her crying into her calms on the bathroom floor at 3 am please do not yell at her and tell her to get over it, instead sit next to her and just hold her hand, she doesn’t want to talk about it. please make sure she takes her medication. in fact stand right there in front of her until she takes it cause if you leave she won’t. she’ll call you an ass and get mad but she’ll love you for it. she loves flowers, especially yellow tulips. she misses her dad everyday. she has a sadness inside her that will never go away so please be there for her even when she pushes you away. her favorite color is blue even though she doesn’t have a favorite color, blue was her dad’s favorite color so when you ask she always says blue. she loves nature and hiking but make sure to make her drink water because she always forget and then feels like shit later on in the day. she hates doing the dishes but doesn’t mind cleaning anything else. she’s an old soul but she has a young spirit and personality at the same time. she has like 10 different laughs and they are all cute but she hates them so please tell her that they are your favorite. please tell her you love her every day because she will say that you don’t. so to the one who loves her next please know she is something so extraordinary that if you lose her you will spend the rest of your life regretting. i know because i am.
—  Deeply feeling series

anonymous asked:

i love your blog so much!! sick keith was so adorable, can you do a sick lance too?

thanks so much for the request & i’m so glad you like the blog!! 💜💜 

(i’m all about sick!klance but also keith learning spanish so he can constantly shower lance with affection & make him blush?? so here you go pls take this)

to the best of my knowledge, this is how keith’s texts translate: 

mi cielito =  “my little sky” or “my heaven”

and the long text = “your love is worth more than a million stars, beautiful. i’m happy to share each moment of my life by your side. you are my everything.”

(if i messed up any translations, please let me know)

“Admit it, Bruce” - Batman x Reader (NSFW)

Thank you VERY MUCH @craftersdust :). I’m a bit self-conscious about my writing, because I’m French, and I know sometimes I don’t phrase things right, so thanks. 

And here’s for your request, of course, very NSFW :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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-Oh hello, I’m Bruce Wayne, I never have fun because I’m the dark knight, and someone dark cannot smile, like ever, and…

-Are you done ?

-Honey, I’m just warming up.

For the past ten minutes, you had annoyed your husband by (very badly) imitating his voice and just stating all of his flaws (mind you, you thought he didn’t actually have many). You accentuated your annoying behavior by tapping regularly with your fingers on the counter of his bat computer, while he was trying to concentrate.  It wasn’t just because you wanted to annoy him that you did it though, he totally deserved everything. He was refusing to accept that he was wrong, and you were right, and it bothered you because that happened way too many times. He hated being wrong. You knew it, this time his stubbornness just annoyed the Hell out of you. 

-But I can stop if you…admit you were super jealous. 

-I wasn’t jealous Y/N. At all. Why would I be jealous of a guys like that ? 

-Mmmm…Because I used to be in love with him and that he’s very attractive and successful ? Funny and smart ?  

He refused to look at you, but you saw quite distinctly his jaw clenching. You smiled, oh this was gonna be fun. 

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Eurydice, Eat Your Heart Out (Adrino Percy Jackson AU)

In the dark of Cabin 10, staring up at the roof of his bunk, Adrien could hear the distant plucking of a harp as waves lapped lazily against the shoreline.

All things considered, it wasn’t surprising that he was having trouble sleeping; less than twenty-four hours earlier his father’s limo was nearly destroyed by a rampaging Cyclops that the middle-aged fashion mogul dispatched with a quick flick of a sword he drew from seemingly nowhere. From there, it was somewhat of a blur of packing, private jet rides, and clandestine car trips to the sunny shores of Long Island, New York, a silver pen containing the only means of protection he had in case other monsters attacked.

Monsters.

He could still scarcely believe it. If someone had told him that he was the product of an affair between his mother and the Greco-Roman goddess of love and beauty a few days ago, he would have been dialing Gorilla’s number as quickly as he could while backing away from them. Now, surrounded by dozens of half-siblings he never knew existed, Adrien didn’t quite know what to make of his current situation. He still thought he was going to wake up, home in Paris, and the whole thing would have been just a fever dream brought on by bad cheese; the attack, the journey, the music-

Sitting up in bed, Adrien strained his ears over the snoring of his bunkmate to hear the almost aimless melody that meandered its way across the waves. It was a song that sounded so familiar; like the chorus to something he had heard on the radio years ago. It couldnt’ve been coming from far, judging by the way it cut through the sound of twenty-five teenagers’ beauty sleep, so, clutching his pen and carrying his sneakers, Adrien tip-toed towards the door as quietly as possible, stepping out into the warm Long Island night.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

OH MY GOD I COULD KEEP GOING WHY DO I READ SO MUCH FANFIC
I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

Still Alive (Part 8 - Flashback)

Bucky x Reader 

Summary – Bucky is struggling to adapt to life in the Avengers Tower and you aren’t making things any easier on him.  Based on the song Still Alive, by 3 Doors Down.

Warnings – None

Word Count – 1,234

Notes – I love these cliffhangers!!  I answer a few questions, but then I leave you guys with more! I’m so glad I decided to make this fic a series!  This is the most fun I’ve had in a while!  I hope you guys are enjoying this twisted little journey!  Anyway, feel free to ask me any questions, and as always, I enjoy reading all of your feedback and comments!

Part 1

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

 

Previously:

2014

Coulson turned on the TV and the three of them watched as the second of three Helicarriers fell from the sky, taking the last one to the Potomac with it.

“Agent (Y/L/N), I think I’m going to need you to stay here and help us clean up this mess.”

As they continued to watch, a blurb ran across the bottom of the screen.  Secretary of The World Security Council, Alexander Pierce, killed during the events in D.C. today.

(Y/N)’s knees gave out from beneath her and she sank back into the couch.  She was alone.  For the first time in her life, she had no family to turn to.



 

2014

(Y/N) had spent the past four months helping Coulson and the team pick up the pieces left behind when Hydra was revealed.  SHIELD had officially been disavowed, but they were still working behind the scenes to ensure the safety of the world.  

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The first thing i painted with the new acrylics i got is my dude Aizawa Shouta

anonymous asked:

can you rec me some taekook fics lmao thanks

i’m pretty sure you’ve read these already, but here you go!!

all my bookmarks are taegi/yoonkook/vmin (and yoonjin). i swear i read more taekook fanfics but i rarely bookmark something. so, here are fanfics i added to my “read later” but that i haven’t read yet:

enjoy!!

Was it a hard day? Mine kinda was..

Hey there lovely ladies, Can you do a Jay Park scenario where he comes home late from studio and found you asleep while you were waiting for him. Love you hyungs !

Here it is!

I am having so much fluff feeling those days mfhcoiw

BTW i recommand reading this listening to Lim Kim rain or IU palette

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Originally posted by jayfatuasian

-Yes yes..yes boss I am sure I checked it twice.. yes.. I.. yes I’ll review it again tomorrow. Have a nice evening .. Bye

You threw the phone on the black leather couch and sighted deeply while taking off your black hills that were killing you.

After a stressing day at work, you just wanted to eat pizza and cuddle in bed with Jay.

Looking around, you couldn’t find him, so you called his name, thinking that maybe e was in the shower.

Unfortunately, you found a yellow note on the kitchen table


“Babe I had to go to the studio for an emergency

I’ll be home as soon as I can I promise

I love you

Jay”


-What a shitty day

You just tied your hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror that was hung near the front door, your black fringe was messy due to the rain and your make up was basically all gone except for the eyeliner and mascara.

You placed your head in your hands, moving a rebel lock of hair behind your ear.

You just stood there for a couple of minutes wondering what to do: remove or not remove your makeup?

-Let’s cook! Y/N fighting!!


Changing in a pair of black shorts and one of Jay’s shirts you put on some socks and went to the kitchen, laptop in your hand looking for something to make for dinner.

-This looks great.. wait.. 4 hours??? Hell no!!!

-Maybe this..yes..this looks perfect!

You said enthusiastic of your choice, sure that Jay would have loved it.


You were good at cooking, and seeing Jay eating was one of the best things, he tended to forget things like eating or sleeping with his job and you were more than happy to help him.

The only problem with you cooking was that the kitchen always became a mess and you hated doing the dishes.


-Mmm, that looks good! Let’s just put it in the oven and.. clean?

You looked around, flower on the counter, egg shells here and there with other things that you didn’t even remember if you used them or not.

-Mm maybe later


You just took the laptop, knowing how mad Jay would have been if you broke it and cleaned it a bit with the hem of his shirt. Lying on the couch you put on some music and closed your eyes to relax a bit

-Just 10 minutes and I’ll clean everything


JAY POV


-She’s probably home

You said looking at your watch, shaking nervously your leg and waiting for Kiseok to sign the last document to join her home

-Are you in a rush?

-Y/N is waiting for me at home

-So yes..

-Kinda..

-Cute

-What?

-You’re cute when you talk about her

You smiled a bit, he was right.

You liked your relationship, it was relaxed.. you didn’t fight because of your schedules or unnecessary jealousy like it happened with the other girls.

She got you, your life and she seemed to enjoy it. She took care of you not making it too obvious and you had fun together even just staying at home watching movies and laughing like crazy.

Not mentioning how stunning she was, just perfect, flawless.

-Done! You can go to your woman Jay, we’re done

You stood up maybe too quickly, causing Kiseok to laugh at you.


You hummed the song on the radio on your way home, the rain stopped dropping and the sky became clear.

The street lights became to turn on while the sun was setting.

-Was is she doing? Not answering her phone..that little brat.. probably playing video games


You walked to your apartment, clicking the tiny buttons to enter the code and opened the door, the kitchen was a complete mess, you couldn’t even understand what she cooked. But thanks God the smell was amazing.

A sweet melody was playing.

You looked around and found her black hills on the floor with her bag, she usually threw things here and there when she had a bad day, so you just took everything from the floor and walked to the bedroom.

Before reaching it you saw her on the couch, one of your favourite shirt on stained of what you imagined was some sauce? You weren’t sure

You got close to her, putting her hair away from her face and caressing her soft skin. Her red lips were one of the first things you ever noticed and that made you fall in love even more with her.

You kissed her softly not wanting to wake her up, then just started cleaning her mess.


It took you a good 30 minutes, she really was a mess.


After changing from your work clothes you decided to just take her to bed, you lifted her up and placed her under the white cover of your bed.

-You sleep so deeply, was it a hard day? Mine kinda was.. you know, I missed you

You kept talking to her about your day, like she was listening to you, cuddling her and playing with her hair

-You must be really tired..look how you sleep..cute.. do you know how cute you are?

You kissed her again laughing softly while she turned around to face the wall, so you back hugged her and put on the same playlist on your phone she did before falling asleep, humming the song it was playing while touching her soft skin.

-I like these songs, your taste in music are nice.. did I aver tell you this? I know you prefer indie to hip hop but you don’t tell me..but I like this.. you’re so nice to me..little brat. I love you.. ah, so frustrating you’re sleeping.. well goodnight babe

And placing a soft kiss on her temple you closed your eyes, music still on filling the room, slowly falling asleep.

anonymous asked:

Hi having a bad day :( would appreciate if you could write me something fluffy to cheer me up?? But only if you're not too busy..

title I love you
summary for those days that don’t feel so good
pairing itasaku

“Haruno-san. You have a visitor,” someone whispered. No one nudged each other in the lab. Explosions, both metaphorical and literal, were bound to happen that way. 

“Mm…who?” asked Sakura without looking up. She set the flask down on her workstation. Rubbing at her nose with the inside of her wrist, she glanced over at her coworker. He shrugged.

“Some Uchiha. Brooding. Dark hair. Can’t tell which he is,” he answered. Sighing, Sakura nodded. Better honesty than a random guess. To the untrained eye all Uchiha could look equally sulky and unapproachable. She had often described them as a clan of cats in human bodies. (To which Sasuke had conceded with minimal protest.)

“Sakura.”

“Excuse me! You can’t just waltz in here! You could contaminate everything!” someone grumbled from across the lab. 

Completely ignoring the warnings, he trudged in, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Sakura started when his forehead connected with her shoulder.

“SHISUI-SENPAI! I almost spilled that!” she shrieked as she whirled.

“I need you,” Shisui said, dodging her angry swats.

“Get out, you degenerate,” she snapped in return. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her wrists. 

“Not like that. Like I need your help. Let’s go,” Shisui retorted just as angrily. Hefting her over his shoulder like a sack of rice, he hauled her out of the lab. His grey flak jacket and the sword on his back probably had something to do with the fact that not a single person stepped in to defend her. 

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What Every happened to Jason Todd?

I realized the other day that Jason Todd has an odd early history that newer fans that met him after his 1988 death might not know, or really understand. So buckle up kids! it’s time for Comics history

the year is 1980 and what’s about to happen is all George Pérez and Marv Wolfman’s fault. Most things in the 1980s are Perez and Wolfman’s fault come to think of that, more later. You see back between 1966 and 1978 the Teen Titans had been a moderately successful book. However in 1980 DC relaunched them with a new book and a new line up and Perez on art and Wolfman on writing 

I don’t think I can over state how big of a deal this turned out to be. The New Teen Titans might still be the best selling comic book DC has ever had. the Titans were wildly popular and drawing in a new readership of late teens, 20somethings and even a few adults and as it turns out those people have a lot more money then children. However DC had a problem, the leader of it’s flag ship team, Dick Grayson, was a side kick. Technically so was Kid Flash and kinda also Wonder Girl (who is complicated) but neither was as big a part of their hero’s comic as Robin. So around 1983, 3 years into the New Teen Titans mega run the idea of replacing Dick with a new Robin was born. 

Yes that’s right that little ginger boy in pink is Jason, the very first time he shows up in comics. You see DC was so nervous about replacing a beloved character (remember in 1983 there had only ever been one Robin for over 40 years) that they gave Jason the exact same back story as Dick. Dick’s mother and father were the Flying Graysons, Jason’s family the Flying Todds, and you guessed it, Jason’s Parents get murdered

and he gets adopted by Bruce 

for reasons I don’t really understand (mostly having to do with tricking people into think Jason was Dick) they dyed his hair black and Dick turned over the old Robin suit and name to the kid. The next few years aren’t great as Jason lacks a clear personality, and was drawn basically just the same as Dick. but in 1986 Mike Barr, Alan Davis, and Paul Neary took over at Detective Comics, while their run is short, it also is where the iconic Jason of the 1980s comes from

the art style made Jason clearly distinct from Dick by making him very small and skinny, giving him big eyes, while Barr’s writing played up the small adorable bean. 

Special mention should go to Doug McEnch’s earlier writing for opening the way for a small and adorable Jason

Any ways remember how I said everything is Perez and Wolfman’s fault? well here we go. Having gotten sky high sales out of their wonder boys DC asked them what they wanted. The answer? to remake the world. I won’t go into it but by the middle 1980s DC’s continuity was a bit of a mess and it fell to Perez and Wolfman to fix it. 

This was Crisis on Infinite Earths, which if you haven’t read, you should. Any ways the blew up all DC reality and started over again. So when reworking orgin stories the higher ups were a little embarrassed the Jason Todd and Dick Grayson have the same one, and they’d largely stopped talking about Jason as a circus boy any ways so in 1987 the new origin of Jason Todd was born

This version of Jason was slightly more scrappy than before, but this has been greatly overstated:

Sadly for Jason as always in the 1980s he was a victim of forces outside his control. Two major Batman works came out around this time. 1986′s The Dark Knight Returns and 1987′s Batman Year One both by Frank Miller

Both are grim and gritty takes on Batman when that was a pretty new idea. Year One is more important since it is a retelling of Batman’s first year, a dark grim hardcore story line that had no Robin. Batman was drawing in new “serious” and adult fans while fans that came in as teens in the 1980s during the vampire years (no really it was a thing) were adulating. And a large number did not like Robin, some people didn’t like that he wasn’t Dick Grayson the Robin they grew up with. Some people didn’t like that he was drawn as a cute small bean, and some people just hated Robin and longed for a mythical past when Batman was hardcore and didn’t have a Robin. Writers struggled to fit Jason into this new and darker world resulting in

The famous comic where in Jason maybe throws a spousal abuser off a balcony. This pleased basically no one, Jason’s fans were horrified by this shift from up beat punning happy Robin to angry and violent, a lot of fans were turned off by this maybe breaking of the No Kill rule, and those who didn’t like him saw him throughout this story line as whiny and rebellious against Batman. The stage was set for

DC decided in 1988 to let fans decide if Jason lived or died, in any case they planed to retire him any ways. The facts around the phone line are disputed, it seems pretty clear DC never expected him to die. A few factors worked against him, the big one being it was 50 cents a call, that’s about a buck today but for teenagers without credit cards there was really no way to vote. There’s long been a rumor that one guy set up a machine to dial in to the kill number once every 90 seconds for 8 hours. Though this story has never been confirmed. Any ways at the end of the day over 10,000 people voted, 5,271 to live and 5,343 to die. 

Hope that was informative 

A scene that was supposed to go in Whispers, before it was completed, but didn’t quite fit. However, the context isn’t really necessary, so I made it a one shot.


“Tell me something no one else knows.”

Lena’s fingers trace the creases in Kara’s palm, deathly soft, a feather. They trail down the inside of her wrist and then back up—slow, a building ache.

“Like what?” Kara asks. Because her mind is blank; it’s a bliss she doesn’t want to give up too easily.

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and miles to go before i sleep

summary: Nursey has trouble asking for help. // available on ao3 here.

Derek knows that it’s selfish.  There’s no way anyone could ever be available to emotionally support him 24/7. They have their own lives and their own problems to deal with; he shouldn’t add his own to the mix. He knows that he’s putting ridiculous expectations onto everyone he interacts with and is holding them to impossible standards, but it doesn’t stop him. He’s still upset, and then he gets more upset with himself for being upset in the first place. He’s so stupid.

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Cookie Catastrophe- Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,577

Request:  Hey!! Could you do a jack imagine where him and y/n try to bake something but jack is just useless and so he ends up just messing around but it’s super cute

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It was a dreary Monday morning in London. A grey, cloud filled sky that soon started pouring down with rain.

 Typical

You sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the window pane. Watching the water droplets race down the glass, just like you did when you were little. However, that could only be so entertaining.

You were bored. On days like this you usually would snuggle up, watching movies or tv all day. But none of those options sounded appealing to you. You didn’t want to sit around and be lazy. You wanted to actually do something.

Trying to gather your thoughts, you sat for a few minutes waiting for an idea to come to you.

Then it hit you, baking. You couldn’t remember the last time you baked something just for fun.

On your way to the kitchen, you stopped at the bookshelf in the living room. You browsed each one of your cookbooks, but didn’t see anything that caught your interest. Nothing seemed to be going according to plan, until you stumbled across your family recipe cards. Inside was one of your favorites, nan’s special chocolate chip cookies. Perfect!

You started gathering a mixing bowl, measuring cups, and all the ingredients you needed. Setting each item on the counter and double checking to make sure you had everything.

Suddenly you felt a pair of hands tickle your sides, making you scream and jump back. Your whole body was covered in goosebumps. You quickly turned around to see your boyfriend, Jack with a grin spread across his face.

“Seriously Jack? You scared the shit out of me!” You shoved him away.

He stood in front of you in his sweatpants and no shirt, running his fingers through his messy, blonde locks. You could tell he had just rolled out of bed.

“Aww c’mon (Y/N). I was just kidding around! Come give me a cuddle.” he held his arms out, ready to embrace you.

“I’m busy. I’m trying to make these cookies.” you shot him a sassy look with your hand rested on your hip.

He pouted, looking back at you with his baby blue eyes, and his arms still stretched out.

You let out a sigh, “Ugh how can I say no to that face?” You walked over to him, he tightly wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

As you were pulling away, you reached back onto the counter, and grabbed one of the mixing spoons. You hid it behind your back while Jack was scrolling through his phone, leaning against the counter. You quickly snuck up behind him and whacked his bum with it.

“Ow! What was that for?” he shouted, rubbing his backside.

“That’s what you get for scaring me!” you laughed, sticking your tongue out at him.

He put his phone down and began chasing you around the counter. Before he could catch you, you put your hands up, “Okay! Okay! Truce! You can either help me or get out of my kitchen! Enough messing around Maynard.”

Without saying a word, Jack left the room. You didn’t think anything of it, but then a few minutes later you glanced back up to see a surprise. There was Jack still shirtless in a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, striking a cheeky pose.

Yep. That’s your boyfriend.

“I’m ready to bake baby!” he smirked, flexing his arms to show off his muscles.

You burst into laughter while looking him up and down. “You really want to help?”

He strut over to you, nodding his head like a big goof. “So..you wanna kiss the cook?”

“Let’s see how well you do and then maybe you’ll get one.” giving him a wink.

You had finished mixing the dough with the chocolate chips. So all that was left to do was roll the dough into balls, and place them on the cookie sheet. Which you thought would be a perfect job for Jack and hard for him to screw up.

“Okay Jack, before we put the the cookie dough on here, we need to spray the pan.”

“Spray the pan? With what?” sporting a confused look on his face.

“You have to spray it with cooking spray so the cookies don’t stick to the pan.”

“Oh of course. That makes sense, I knew that.” he scoffed.

“Yeah of course you did.” you laughed, rolling your eyes. You handed him the spray, “Okay go ahead then.”

He started to spray, laying on the first coat. You thought he knew that’s all you needed, until you saw him continue to spray the pan. “Alright! That’s enough Jack!” you yelled, taking the spray away from him.

“I just wanted to make sure it was all covered!” he explained, pointing to his handy work.

“Oh trust me it’s covered.”

You set the pan down beside you. Then grabbed the mixing bowl and brought it over to him. “Now that the pan is sprayed…”

“You’re welcome.” he interrupted with a proud smile.

You just smiled back and continued, “As I was saying, this is the cookie dough. I need you to scoop out some with a spoon, roll them into little balls, and place them on the pan.”

“Pshh easy enough. Babe I got this!” sounding sure of himself.

“Okay if you got this, I’m going to preheat the oven, and start cleaning up.”

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When you finished cleaning the kitchen, you stepped into the living room to see Jack lounging on the sofa. You fell down next to him and snuggled into his side. He was still wearing his apron which made you laugh to yourself. “Everything go ok with the cookies?” looking into his baby blues.

“I think you’ll be really impressed.” putting his forehead against yours, nudging your nose.

“Oh yeah?” you smirked.

“Mhmm.” he hummed, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips.

 *Beep Beep Beep* The fire alarm suddenly started to chirp

“Oh shit!” Jack mumbled to himself.

You both sprang off the sofa and ran into the kitchen as fast as you could.

You harshly nudged him, “Don’t just stand there! Get the oven mitt and get the pan out of there!”

He opened the oven, releasing a huge cloud of smoke that covered the entire kitchen.

You began to cough and wave your hand to clear some smoke, before rushing to open all the windows.

Shortly after getting some air flow through the room, the fire alarm stopped. You could still faintly hear it ringing in your ears.

Jack cleared his throat, setting the pan down on the counter. Both staring down at your disaster. You noticed not only were the cookies burnt, but they were clumped together in a huge blob. Which could only mean one thing. “Hey Jack.” you said calmly.

“Yeah babe?”

“Remember when I said to roll the cookie dough into little balls?”

He nodded.

“Did you space them out or put them close together?”

“Is this a trick question?” he laughed.

You gave him an unamused look, crossing your arms in front of you. He could tell you weren’t in the mood to joke around.

“Well..I thought we could fit more dough and have more cookies in a batch, if I put them a little closer together.”

You shook your head, raising your hand to your face. “That’s not how it works babe.”

Jack glanced back down at charred cookie blob and frowned, making fake sniffle noises.

You faced him and put your hands to his cheeks. You could tell he really tried to impress you and make an effort to help. He was genuinely upset. “Hey look at me.” you whispered softly, meeting his gaze. “It could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Oh yeah how?” pouting out his lower lip.

You started to giggle, “Well for starters, you could’ve burned down the flat.”

He tried so hard to look like he was still sad, but you both ended up in a laughing fit.

He wrapped you up in a hug, “Maybe I should leave the cooking and baking to you.” he admitted.

“I think that’s for the best.” flashing him a smile then letting out a sigh.

Jack reached for your hand, “What’s wrong (Y/N)?”

“Well since the cookies turned out to be a disaster, we have no treats. I was really looking forward to them that’s all.” you placed your arm on the counter, propping your head up against it.

“Hold on!” Jack abruptly moved away from you and walked over to the fridge. He pulled out the mixing bowl that had cookie dough in it earlier and set it down in front of you.

“Is that…? Where did this come from?” you asked cheerfully.

“I saved some of the cookie dough and put it in the fridge. In case we wanted to make another batch. See today wasn’t a total loss!” he smiled, handing you a spoon.

You took it and smiled back at him, biting your lower lip. “You are full of surprises Maynard.”

“Don’t you forget it!” he waved his spoon at you. “C’mon let’s grab the bowl! We can bring it over to the sofa and eat it while we watch something.”

You spent the rest of night in your boyfriend’s arms, watching Game of Thrones, and feeding each other cookie dough. Life couldn’t get much better. He might not be a cook,but he sure does keep life interesting and never fails to make you smile.

anonymous asked:

#31 Spiderbyte: Ana brings some of Amelie's wedding photos out to help with her recovery

Fact: With every Spiderbyte Prompt, I become more powerful.

I like how Ana is somehow “Keeper of the Photos” ever since that baby pictures ficlet.

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“Are you sure about this?” said Mercy as Ana entered in several access codes to Athena.

“I’m sure,” said Widowmaker, leaning back in her seat, “I would have returned to my old home in Paris for Gérard’s own files on it if I were not sure Talon was watching it.”

“What you’re describing is, technically, exposure therapy,” said Mercy, folding her arms, “Well, sort of. Your case is… very unique.”

“I need to see them,” said Widowmaker, “I need to see them as they were. I need to see me as I was. What Talon didn’t destroy it twisted and now—” One of her hands clenched into a fist in her lap. Sombra dropped to her knees next to her and put a hand over Widowmaker’s fist, “And now…” Widowmaker trailed off.

“You don’t have to do this,” said Sombra, giving her hand a small squeeze.

Widowmaker looked her dead in the eyes. “Yes, I do,” said Widowmaker, giving her a tap on the nose, “You’re supposed to be the cavalier one, mon coeur.

Sombra’s lips thinned then she stood up and kissed Amélie on the temple. Amélie smiled a little and then turned back to Ana. “Are they ready?” she said.

“This is everything I was able to access from Gérard’s file with my override codes,” said Ana, bringing up several image folders on Athena’s screen, “They’re ready when you are.”

“Start with the oldest ones,” said Widowmaker.

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ordinary people

It was hard to not think about what kind of people they were. Not when they laid in their own bed, giant skylight above them in the ceiling, comfortable, aside from some still healing and potentially never healing injuries. The Alliance had put them both on complete administrative duties for a while, with Shepard still regaining her strength, and Kaidan’s leg injury making it unlikely he’d return to active duty for some time. But they were alive. And they were comfortable.

Sometimes Shepard still felt like the sky was always going to be painted with the blood of millions. Every star that they were able to see must have carried plenty of lives around them, and potential planets that were little more than ash and corpses at this point. Things were coming back, but it was slow. It would be a while before Shepard didn’t stop and worry about the lives lost while she took her time trying to end the war. Maybe she never would.

Kaidan reached over and held her hand. His hands were rough, from years of handling guns, of using them with his biotics, the tingle eroding his skin to blisters sometimes. They both had blood on their hands, but she wondered if his kept him awake the way it did for her. Maybe he’d stopped worrying about it after Vyrnnus. Maybe that was the darkest it could get, and everything else was a worthwhile death. There were a lot of maybes.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

Shepard nodded. “Yeah.”

“Me either.”

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anonymous asked:

Wait you got shot at by terorists?

Not quite, but you’re correct in a way. Bear with me here, as this is a semi long story.

So back in 2014, my father and I went to Israel to participate in the six week dig Tel Megiddo. Tel Megiddo is situated on a hill in the Jezreel Valley, and has had 16 cities built atop one another and 34 battles. In the Bible, it’s the place where the final battle between heaven and hell will take place, and the name translates to “Armageddon.”

In antiquity, the hill controlled the Jezreel Valley. The Jezreel Valley bisects Israel, so whoever controlled the Valley controls Israel, and whoever controls Israel controls much of the traffic in the ancient Middle East. So therefore, if you control Megiddo, you control a large part of the Middle East. You can see why the place was interesting.

Now, in an effort to save money, we got the ex-IDF DI on the dig to arrange for a cheap but high protein meal. She went above and beyond; she got very cheap meals for every single day, three meals a day. We were glad until we realized what the meals were.

Eggs. Eggs and more eggs. You want variety? Fuck no! This is Israel, take your fucking eggs! Eggs for breakfast, eggs for lunch, eggs for dinner, rinse and repeat, for thirty days straight.

We were planning on leaving the dig four weeks in, and get home on July 12 - a day before my birthday. I was glad we weren’t staying the full six weeks because I was fucking sick of eggs. I couldn’t eat eggs for a year after I got home.

And then all the shit with Gaza and rocket attacks kicked in one week before we left. Half the Haifa University students were ex-IDF just out of the military, and were almost immediately called back into uniform. On one night, we had an air raid siren go off while I was in the office - the one place with Internet. Everyone was wondering where I had been instead of the shelters, and this is when I discovered how bad my hearing loss had become. I couldn’t hear the goddamn air raid siren.

Apparently, the sirens went off three more times while I was there. The first one I slept through, the second I didn’t hear, and the third I was dragged to the shelter since the other people decided they shouldn’t leave somebody so obviously deaf.

In the nearby town of Uum Al-Fahm was some trouble brewing, so our kibbutzim was host to an Israeli riot control team for the rest of the time I was there. On the last day in Israel, the power to the kibbutz was cut twice.

Finally, it came time to leave Israel. We got in the car that had gained twice its weight in dust from the dig, and we drove to Tel Aviv and Ben Gurion International Airport. At every bus stop were IDF troops, waiting to board to get to their bases. At one point on the highway, we passed by a broken down truck and the trailer it was towing - which had a Merkava MBT aboard it. When we got to the airport, we got through security very quickly. My father was wearing a Jewish star, which helped some, and the security seemed more welcoming to people leaving the country than entering.

Once we got through security, we passed a Pizza Hut thing with one dude standing behind the counter.

I have eaten nothing but eggs for thirty days, three meals a day. I am not starving, but I’m craving something, ANYTHING, that isn’t shitty eggs.

So I bought a cold slice of crappy pizza and a tiny plate to go with. As I’m sitting there munching on it, a security guards comes up and motions for us to come with him. “Why? We’ve already gone through security!”

He pointed at the sky and said “Boom.”

He led us to a hallway with a good three hundred people crammed into it. There was at least ten babies in that mess, all of them shrieking - and then there was me standing in a corner eating frozen pizza.

I looked up at that point. There was a skylight. The hallway was supposed to be explosive proof, that’s why they led us there - but that’s a skylight. And in that moment, in watching three fucking rockets launched from Gaza falling towards me.

And then Iron Dome launched. I guess BGI is a rather important thing to defend, as they intercepted every rocket - it was boom, boom, boom, flashes in the sky and the little tinkling of shrapnel hitting the roof about two minutes later.

Five minutes later, my frozen pizza was done, and the all clear sounded.

Forty minutes later, we boarded the plane like we weren’t in a country currently under constant rocket bombardment, took off, and immediately turned hard to avoid Gaza. It was at that point the captain helpfully informed us that all El-Al flights were equipped with a flare system called Flight Guard in case of missiles.

We got home on schedule.

The next day - my birthday - I checked the news. There was a report on a rocket attack on terminal A of BGI, successfully intercepted by Iron Dome. I was in terminal A. So therefore, I technically owe my life to Iron Dome.

And that ends the story of Shig Goes To Israel, Digs, Constantly Eats Eggs, Gets Caught Up In A War, And Nearly Gets Blown Up.

Title: Sith Lords Don’t Sunbathe
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Genre: So floof, SO FLOOF, but also a lil spicy bc i was feelin it
Warnings: Language
A/N: Just some cute but also zesty fluff for the soul. It was really nice out today and I freakin LOVE spring (it’s basically spring here now ok) so this happened lol. Happy Valentines Day! :-)

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Originally posted by coolfayebunny

The sun above you warmed your bare legs, giving the skin there a subtle glow. You flexed your toes and stretched, lifting your arms up above your head and letting them fall backward into the grass. It had started out soft but now you were beginning to feel the underside of your legs sweat, and you bet that if you looked, there would have been thousands of tiny, grass-shaped imprints against your skin. A breeze floated by, carrying the scent of the flowering tree above you on the wind and filling your nose. Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes, letting the air roll over your skin. While it wasn’t exactly warm, it wasn’t cold, either; it felt like the weather couldn’t make up its mind on if it was still winter or late spring. It was the perfect temperature.

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Drive

Inspired by conversations about rainy days, kisses on noses, and an ask received in the midst of writing it about H making you finish so hard you cry. It’s a bit sloppy at parts, but hopefully it goes unnoticed. Enjoy. x

“We should drive,” you’d told him as you looked up at the sky. Half of it was a clear blue but the other half was covered in a dark, billowing mess that promised rain.

“We’ll be fine,” Harry had promised you with the jingle of his keys as he’d locked up his door. “A little rain never hurt anybody, right?”

You, of course, hate to say you were right.

What had started out as a casual stroll and joint running of some errands is ending up as an unexpected shower for the pair of you. That cloud in the sky has been threatening to burst all day, and it finally has – with big, fat drops that are the size of coins and that leave the pavement dotted with wet and dry at first until wet overwhelms before you can blink.

“Harry!” He’s left you with his bag as well as yours and he’s sprinting ahead of you on his long legs, giving you no choice but to wobble unevenly after him as fast as you can.

“M’openin’ the door!” he bellows back at you as he abandons you, feet slamming against the soaking wet ground. You shriek when a splash hits your leg and you grimace at the knowledge that it’s dirty street water soaking into your jeans. When you finally catch up, Harry’s paused outside the door of his house, fumbling with his keys, before finally he slides one in and his front door swings open. There’s a piercing chime and he hurries to shut the security system down while you step in behind him and shut the door, dropping both your bag and his by the door and slamming your hands over your ears.

You’ll never be used to the sound.

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