the traveling man will save the world

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female awesome meme → [1/5] female character in a tv show
∟  I travelled across the world. From the ruins of New York, to the fusion mills of China, right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went I saw people just like you, living as slaves! But if Martha Jones became a legend then that’s wrong, because my name isn’t important. There’s someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the Earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops. He never stays. He never asks to be thanked. But I’ve seen him, I know him… I love him… And I know what he can do.

The Signs as ÷ Lyrics

Aries - She is the flint that sparks the lighter, and the fuel that will hold the flame // Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Taurus - Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain’t nobody love you like I do // Happier

Gemini - You know we are made up of love and hate, but both of them are balanced on a razor blade // What Do I Know

Cancer - Offered up my shoulder just for you to cry upon; gave you constant shelter and a bed to keep you warm. They gave me the heartache and in return I gave a song // Save Myself

Leo - Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know. She shares my dreams; I hope that someday I’ll share her home // Perfect

Virgo - Someone told me always say what’s on your mind, and I am only being honest with you, I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time // Bibia Be Ye Ye

Libra - I never worried about the king and crown ‘cause I found my heart upon the southern ground // Nancy Mulligan

Scorpio - I walked her home then she took me inside, finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine // Galway Girl

Sagittarius - I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight reflected in your beautiful eyes. I guess that is destiny doing it right // Barcelona

Capricorn - I guess if you were Lois Lane, I wasn’t superman: just a young boy trying to be loved // New Man

Aquarius - You’re a mystery; I have travelled the world, and there’s no other girl like you, no one // Dive

Pisces - I’ll be taking my time, spending my life falling deeper in love with you. So tell me that you love me too // How Would You Feel (Paean)

Someone: Can I get your number?

Tony, visibly texting: I’m trying to placate the UN whilst also making sure my international business doesn’t crash, I’ve been awake for so long I can no longer process any emotions other than the primal sensations of rage & hunger, my two adopted sons are currently plotting to do something that will inevitably result in the levelling of at least three floors of my compound, Steve ate all the poptarts which means Thor is sulking and possibly causing an international incident at the nearest Wal-Mart, Rhodey hadn’t facetimed me and he was supposed to have done 4.2 minutes ago so I’m currently debating whether or not to travel to Afghanistan to check up on him, my favourite suit got ruined when I got shot yesterday and I’m juggling saving the world on top of all that does it look like I have time for a fucking date to you Jason

The signs as songs from Broadway Musicals

Aries: Don’t Rain on My Parade- Funny Girl

“Don’t tell me not to fly. I’ve simply got to.”

“I’ve gotta fly once, I’ve gotta try once. Only can die once. Right, sir?”

“Life is juicy, juicy and you see, I’ve gotta have my bite, sir.”

“I’ve simply gotta march, my heart’s a drummer!”

Taurus: For Forever- Dear Evan Hansen

“We pick a spot and shoot the breeze, like buddies do.”

“…Wondering how the world might look from up so high.”

“All we see is sky, for forever.”

“I climb ‘til the entire sun shines on my face.”

Gemini: Good Kid- Percy Jackson the Musical: The Lightning Thief

“Everything I ever do is wrong, never find where I belong, everybody on my case.”

“The same old story, the same old song. Don’t act up, don’t act down, be strong.”

 “I swear that I’m a good kid. Yes, I’m good for nothing at all.”

“I never try to do anything, I never mean to hurt anyone.”

Cancer: What I Did For Love- A Chorus Line

“Kiss today goodbye, the sweetness and the sorrow. Wish me luck, the same to you”

“Love is never gone. As we travel on love’s what we’ll remember.”

“Look, my eyes are dry. The gift was ours to borrow.”

“…Point me toward tomorrow. We did what we had to do. Won’t forget, can’t regret what I did for love.”

Leo: I’ve Gotta Crow- Peter Pan

“Conceited? Not me. It’s just that I am what I am, and that’s me.”

“I’m just the cleverest fella ‘twas ever my fortune to know.”

“If I were a very ordinary, every day thing, I’d never be heard cock-a-doodling ‘round like a bird.”

“When I discover the cleverness of a remarkable me, how can I hide it?”

Virgo: Pure Imagination- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

“Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination.”

“We’ll begin with a spin, traveling in the world of my creation.”

“There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination.”

“Want to be a dreamer, be one anytime you please and please save me one.”

Libra: The Phantom of the Opera- The Phantom of the Opera

“I sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name.”

“Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet.”

“I am the mask you wear, (it’s me they hear)”

“In all your fantasies, you always knew that man and mystery (were both in you)”

Scorpio: There Are Worse Things I Could Do- Grease

“Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy and no good, I suppose it could be true. But there are worse things I could do”

“Make them think they stand a chance, then refuse to see it through. That’s a thing I’d never do.”

“…Throw my life away on a dream that won’t come true.”

“I could hurt someone like me out of spite or jealousy. I don’t steal and I don’t lie, but I can feel and I can cry.”

Sagittarius: Tomorrow- Annie

“The sun’ll come out tomorrow, so ya gotta hang on ‘til tomorrow, come what may!”

“Just thinking about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow, ‘til there’s none.”

“When I’m stuck with a day that’s gray, and lonely, I just stick out my chin and grin.”

“I love ya, tomorrow! You’re always a day away.”

Capricorn: My Shot- Hamilton

“I’m young, scrappy and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot.”

“The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish.”

“Don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me.”

“I’m past patiently waitin’ I’m passionately mashin’ every expectation.”

Aquarius: Maybe This Time- Cabaret

“Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. Maybe this time he’ll stay.”

“Not a loser anymore, like the last time and the time before.”

“'Lady Peaceful, ’ ‘Lady Happy, ’ that’s what I long to be.”

“All the odds are in my favor, something’s bound to begin!”

Pisces: For Good- Wicked

“We are led to those who help us most to grow.”

“Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”

“I ask forgiveness for the things I’ve done, you blame me for.”

“I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason.”

What Ardyn did wrong... and why everything was wrong with Noctis’ fate

Ardyn is the most interesting character in FFXV, indeed. Mysterious man of no consequences. Despite his horrible actions, a lot of people being sympathetic to him, because Trash Jesus is very charismatic person with aura of tragic, misunderstood hero, who was punished by terrible Gods for nothing.

But people simply ignore a big elephant in the room.

Ardyn didn’t cure Starscourge. 

He didn’t fullfill God’s task, he absorbed Starscourge within himself, but didn’t destroy the plague properly. 

But why? Why didn’t he sacrifice himself like Noctis? Why did once selfless and kind man choose the path of Accursed?

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anonymous asked:

Hey if you're still doing rec lists do you have any where stony meet cos Steve has to protect Tony or even after they've met Tony is in danger and Steve protects him maybe even some rescue fics? Either/or tbh, thankyou

Who doesn’t love Knight in Shining Armor Steve???  There are a lot of great fics that could fit your requests, but here are a few that I think you will enjoy.

PROTECT YOUR AUTHORS WITH LAYERS OF COMMENTS AND KUDOS!

And I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of by Kairin16:  The world Steve wakes up to from ice has no need for Captain America anymore. Looking for his place in the new world, Steve gets hired as a bodyguard to the heir to Stark Industries, seventeen years old Tony Stark. Turns out it was both the worst and the best thing that could happen to him.

Measure of Protection by ohmyloki:  Steve has been Tony’s bodyguard for five weeks now. It’s a record amount of time since Happy, most of his new bodyguards averaging around four days before finally quitting.

If You Want to Live (The Historical Present Remix) by @sineala:  The Civil War is over. The SHRA is gone. Steve has been brought back to life. He’s settling into his new duties as America’s top cop. His longtime friendship with Carol Danvers – Avenger, former director of SHIELD, and former leader of the pro-Registration forces – is now a tenuous one. But something is very wrong in the world. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. Someone is missing.Tony Stark was killed at the age of seventeen, and it’s up to Steve to travel into the past to save a man he doesn’t remember from a man he knows all too well: a mysterious assassin from another time and place, a man with a metal arm. And the truth is more complicated than anyone could ever have guessed.

I Don’t Want My Heart to Show by @laudatenium:  On a gut impulse, Tony Stark hires Steve Rogers to be his bodyguard after Steve rescues him from an automotive crash. But despite his resolution not to share his secret with Steve, the man is far different than anyone else Tony’s ever known.And thus it begins.——AU of Tales of Suspense 45, where Steve was melted before the Avengers existed. And the fallout.

Four (or Five) Reasons for Kidnapping Tony Stark by @scifigrl47: There are four reasons for kidnapping Tony Stark. Tony’s sick of all of them. Well, there’s potentially a fifth, but it’s highly unlikely that Captain America will suddenly fulfill THAT fantasy. Tony’s deeply disappointed about that.Steve Rogers, as always, is oblivious. At least, that is, until someone who isn’t him kidnaps Tony. Then he’s just pissed.

The Knight and the Tower by valtyr:  The brave knight Sir Steven attempts to rescue a damsel in distress. Nothing goes according to plan.

How to Save a Life by @itsallavengers:  Steve and Tony fight, which is honestly not that unusual.Then Tony gets kidnapped. And suddenly Steve has a lot more to worry about than their stupid argument.

Hubris by romanoff: Tony would call it bad luck but, lets be honest, it was probably a long time coming.Or: Steve tries to find Tony and realises some things along the way.

Not Anyone’s Shade by @kaesaria:   Tony had fought, at first. Now he just waits.

Not a Special Snowflake by Annehiggins:  Tony Stark is no one’s special snowflake, so why do the bad guys keep trying to use him as bait? Set in a ‘gay Tony’ world so he was never romantically involved with Pepper.

Take Your Time by Avidreader6:  Tony just wanted a fun night out with Rhodey and Pepper, unfortunately Justin Hammer has other plans.
Steve to the rescue!

His Blue Heaven by Notevenwinded:  In a world where the Avengers never existed, Tony Stark, the successful heir of Stark Industries, discovers Captain America’s body frozen in the ice. With the Captain reluctant on taking back his hero title and Tony’s rivals wanting to use the super soldier serum for their own plans, the billionaire tries to find a way to help Steve adjust to this new world and keep his company running. A series of unfortunate events and with Tony in grave danger, Steve chooses to take the mantle of Captain America yet again and save him, marking his return to the spotlight.

Irreplaceable by orphan_account: There are obvious downsides to being the only member of the Avengers who is not a super soldier, a god, or a super assassin, and does not Hulk out when aggravated.
The most obvious one is that when villains want bait, they’ve got a go-to guy.Tony already knew Mondays sucked. He did not need his opinion reinforced this way.

You Don’t Only Get One Shot by janonny: In which Tony voluntarily carries a tracker around, and learns how to talk to Steve all over again in-between and during kidnapping attempts.“Leave you alone for two months, and you have an operation all set up to track wayward Hydra cells and rescue innocent billionaires,” Tony said, his tone skating the line of annoyance and admiration.

Let’s See What You Did Wrong by Resacon1990:  In which Tony is kidnapped by a rival mob

Toy Soldiers by copperbadge:  When Steve Rogers, five foot four and a hundred and ten pounds, met Tony Stark in a bar, he didn’t expect it to lead to a relationship. Or that Tony would find out he’s not an art student during a SHIELD rescue mission in Afghanistan.

Promise by Woad:     After Siberia, Ross makes good on his threat to put Tony in one of the Raft’s cells. Written for TRB Breakout.

You Never Call Me (By My Name) by @tisfan: In 1872, in the western town of Timely, the Town Drunk and scape-grace, Tony Stark, goes missing. Kidnapped by bandits and tortured for his cooperation, Ten Rings want him to repair his terrible weapons.Sheriff Rogers goes to rescue Tony.Problem: Who’s going to rescue Steve?

A Busy Man by @captainneverever:   Tony has been too busy for anything but work and he can’t seem to find time for dinner with Steve. But Steve goes missing and Tony might have missed his chance.

Past Imperfect by @captainneverever:  Present day Tony tells Steve that Steve wouldn’t like the college version of Tony.An alternative Steve, living in a dystopian future, is sent back to the past to stop the death of a young Tony Stark at MIT. He doesn’t know what he’s going to find but he’s going to try his best to save Tony.

The Ransom of Tony Stark by antigrav_vector:  As tends to be the case with anything involving the Avengers, the day starts out routine, and rapidly goes sideways. This day is no different; What was supposed to be a routine recon mission suddenly turns into a rescue…

Across the Universe by antigrav_vector:  During a mission, Iron Man vanishes. Captain America isn’t about leave a man down – or missing – on the field. Going after his missing teammate reveals a bit more than he really intended, though. Now, he has to decide what – if anything – he wants to do about the feelings he’s finally had to acknowledge.

Getting Home Again (The Kidnappers Never Prosper Remix) by antigrav_vector:  He was asleep when Tony was taken, and it’s left Steve a wreck. Now he’s got to keep it together long enough to get Tony back…

Kidnapped!(Again) by Muccamukk:  These are the worst kidnappers Tony has ever had.

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every series of doctor who [3/9] →  series three

I traveled across the world, from the ruins of New York to the fusion mills of China. Right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went, I saw people just like you living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend, then that’s wrong because my name isn’t important. There’s someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops, he never stays, he never asks to be thanked. But I’ve seen him, I know him. I love him. And I know what he can do.

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make me choosedonna noble or martha jones for @cybermn and @dragcnstcne

I travelled across the world, from the ruins of New York to the fusion mills of China. Right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went, I saw people just like you living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend, then that’s wrong because my name isn’t important. There’s someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops, he never stays, he never asks to be thanked. But I’ve seen him, I know him. I love him. And I know what he can do.

Got a request?

Sibling War!

Thanks everyone for the 45+ little wings.

Thanks to @talesfromthecreed for your request and I hope you like it! I put a lot on effort in this one as it is my first Dc legends of tomorrow imagine.

PROPT: IMAGINE BEING THE YOUNGEST MEMBER OF RIP HUNTER’S TEAM AND EVERYONE IS PROTECTIVE OF YOU, EVEN LEONARD COLD HEART SNART AND EVEN STERN RIP HUNTER WHO TREATS YOU LIKE A DAUGHTER.

Serie: Part1(you are here1) Part2  Part3


Being the youngest member of the Waverider sure has advantages and disadvantages.

They treat you like their little sister.

But they’re all overprotective assholes.

Okay, let’s go to the beginning.

Your adventure began when in a robbery in the National bank of Central City, you meet Captain Cold and Heatwave. You had just escaped your abusive family and were looking for someone to lift their wallets, that person just happened to be MR. Leonard Snart. They took pity on you and gave you the option of joining them ( more like Len saw himself in you and wanted to help you). And so, you joined them and helped in their robberies. You asked Len if you could have a weapon like Lisa, he wanted to say no but really, who could resist your puppy dog eyes?

That’s right

No one.

You ended with a (y/w). And with that weapon, you joined their little group of criminals. You helped once or twice, they didn’t let you help in the most dangerous ones, said you were too young. But you did meet the famous Flash, once.

One night, you were waiting for them in Len’s minivan while they robbed the bank. When you were escaping from the police the three of you were in the car with them when a blinding light surprised you.

/////*\\\

When you wake up, you were in a rooftop between Len and Mick and with a bunch of people you didn’t even know.

“Stein, the hell are you doing here”

“I am as ignorant as you for once”

“Where are we?”

“(y/n), are you ok?” Mick asked you. You nodded at him as a guy with a colorful fashion started talking with his heavy English accent.

“The names Rip Hunter, I’m from East London…”

“Oh. And the future.”

You raised an eyebrow at him at the same time Len glared and Mick said:

“Nice to meet you, Rip”

“And while you were incapacitated I may have tampered with your weapons. I’ve assembled you all because I need your help. The future of the world is in peril because a man by the name of Vandal Savage.”

“That can’t be, we destroyed him” Said the guy dressed in leather.

“Yeah, The Green arrow and the Flash helped us doing it.” Said his partner.

After that, Rip Hunter explained his reason of assembling this little group, Len and Mick didn’t seem to agree with his explanation of saving the world via time traveling to defeat this Randall guy. Len grabbed your arm and passed Rip saying.

“You got the wrong guy. Hero ain’t on my resume.” He said.

“Or mine” Mick followed the two of you.

“I know it’s difficult to fathom, but where I am from, the 2116, you and everyone on this roof aren’t just considered heroes, your legends.

You looked at him, eyes widening. You weren’t a petty thief in the future? You were considered a hero?

“Legends?” You said at the same time as the guy who you recognized as the Atom.

“I hate to nitpick, but, doesn’t a legend have to be dead?” Stein said.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a deal breaker for me, so I’m gonna pass.” The guy beside you said.

“It’s dangerous for you knowing to much about your future but I’m here because each of you as individuals, are destined for greatness.”

“I can get behind that” The Atom said.

“AND, because if you don’t follow me, this is what’s in store for your world 150 years from now” He pressed a button on his remote control and projected a destroyed city engulfed in flames with what seemed like planes shooting at them.

Your grip on Len’s arm tightens as your faced what your city would become, the horror and the desolation the future would become, even if you won’t be alive when this happened…

You didn’t want this.

“I could have chosen any place and any place, of all the people who ever lived I chose you nine, I certainly hope that you won’t let me and the world down.”

Rip saw everyone’s astonished expressions; he walked toward Professor Stein and gave him a paper, where the meeting place was written.

“If your answer is Yes, met me at this address in 36 hours.” After that we walked away.

You felt Len and Mick started walking away and you followed them, after looking at the address and waving at the others one last time.

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You were sitting in the couch with Len’s legs on your lap, you were looking at Mick messing with his whatever he was doing. You were mostly thinking of what Hunter showed you all as Len read a magazine.

“I can’t believe the two of you are thinking of hooking up with the Englishman. We’re thieves, crooks, criminals, with no desire to save the world, especially under years from dead.”

Snart answered him without raising his eyes from the magazine.

“He said across time, Mick. What about the years before the fingerprints and surveillance cameras and DNA analysis.”

He looked at Mick, who just grabbed a beer and was drinking it.

“Why did we become criminals?”

“Because we hate working and we love money.”

Len got up from the couch as you looked at them, waiting to see what they chose to do.

“We steal the Mona Lisa straight off of Da Vinci’s easel, snach the Hope diamond before it was discovered. This is everything we got into thieving for in the first place… more than everything.”

Mick looked at Len “If you want me in, I’m in, but I’m not gonna be no one’s hero.”

Len smirked.

“I’m in too!” You said as the two criminals looked at you.

“You won’t be coming with us” Len said.

“But-“

“It’s to dangerous for you (n/n)” Mick said.” You better stay here with Lisa for the time being”

“But you will be having all the fun! And I be staying here with Lisa flirting with the Flash friend!”

“I promised myself-“

“We”

Len rolled his eyes.

We promised ourselves we won’t let anything bad happen to you, and time travel with a bunch of weirdos is too dangerous for you. You’re only (y/a).”

See?

Overprotective assholes.

Let’s try something else.

Flattery can take you far.

(¬ v ¬)

“But it’s more dangerous for me staying here! Lisa and I are no rival for the Flash, not alone. With you, the flash doesn’t stand a chance! Alone… well he could take me away from you…  Also, Lisa won’t pick a fight with no one, so if you take me with you, you will be able to protect me, you’re my big brothers Lenny and Micky, don’t let the Flash take me away…”

Len and Mick’s face was like an open book, the big brother part worked like a charm.

Guess who’s going to time travel?

That’s right.

//////*\\\

And that’s how you ended here, along the crew of the Waverider. With time, you ended winning everyone’s hearts over, even stern Rip.

Great

What you needed

More overprotective assholes.

The first to fall was Ray.

He saw how young you really were, and who you were living with.

One day, Ray came to you.

“(y/n), right?”

“Yeah, Raymond was it?

“Yeah” He said sheepishly

“It’s there something you wanted to say?”

“…Why are you with those two criminals?”

You glared at him. Without you knowing, Len and Mick were overhearing your conversation.

“They may be criminals, but they are the best persons I know. They are my family, they are my heroes, I love them with their faults. They are my home, but I don’t hope you will understand.”

Len smiled softly, you could see itty bity tears in his eyes.

Mick was smiling openly.

“You’re so young…”

“But I’ve see things a rich boy like you never has.”

Ray hugged you hard

“You precious cinnamon roll, too precious for this world.”

“HEY BOYSCOUT! Hands off!”

Nope

Ray was still hugging you while Len and Mick tried ( but failed) to tear him off of you.

“When we finish saving the world, you can come with me. I got a pretty big house! And I’m rich, I can give you whatever you want! You can be my little (sister/brother)!”

“No way, Raymond. Get off of my sister or I will freeze your dick off.”

/////*\\

Sara and Kendra were the next.

They liked to baby you.

A lot

“(y/n), sit with us today! It’s been a long time since you sat with us!”

Kendra had that motherly feeling for you and Sara was the same, they saw how young you were, and all you had to live and they swear to protect you.

Sara remembered of her past, and how you had a rough childhood like hers, she had to face the bullies until her father teach her how to defend herself, she sweared to protect you and teach you how to fight.

And so, they began training you, hand to hand combat.

Much to your delight.

Kendra and Carter liked to treat you like a child they didn’t have, and after losing their son and won’t be able to do a thing, their actitude towards you became more overprotective.

And, you liked  being babied a little, you didn’t have to ask for something, Kendra, Sara or Ray would compete for your attention, for the horror of Len and Mick, who regretted to bring you along, feeling their little sibling was being taken away from them.

/////*\\

Then it was Jax and Stein.

You liked seeing Jax work on the Waverider’s mechanics, and sometimes you asked him questions about how was the high school he went to.

He gladly answered all your questions and even teach you something about mechanics.

He liked the attention.

He liked being part of a team and the feeling of having a younger person aboard the Waverider made him feel like he should protect you.

Stein liked that you asked him questions about science and he gladly explained it to you, saying that if he didn’t do it Snart’s and Rory’s idiocy would affect you.

Cue, Len and Mick glaring at him.

Stein took upon himself to teach you the basics, seeing as your life as a criminal didn’t let much space for school.

You liked learning, made you feel more powerful.

And sometimes you liked to show off what you learned to Len and Mick.

They were proud of you. But felt like they were being robbed of your loving attention.

/////*\\\

The last to fall was Rip.

Rip’s heart was hardened by the death of his family by the hands of Vandal Savage.  So melting the ice in his heart was hard,

Little by little you started to make your way to his heart without him noticing how he started to pay more attention to you, asking how you were and saving you when it was unnecessary.

And, he would oblige you to go to weekly cheek outs with Gideon, much to your displeasure.

So imagine what happened once you got the cold.

Yep

Utter and complete madness

A riot.

People running around the ship, yelling that you were sick, Rip dragging you to the infirmary for a cheek out. Len and Mick stick to you like glue and Sara and Kendra took upon themselves to make you feel as comfy as possible. Stein and Jax would come often to entertain. Much to Len and Mick displeasure.

“Go away, you’re annoying. (Y/N) needs peace and sleep and you’re just filling (her/his) head with sciency things.”

“We’re not the annoying ones, you don’t let her  brethe without one of you stalking her.

“Everyone out! (y/n) needs to rest.” Rip said

“No” Len answered.

“Don’t forget I am the captain of this ship”

“I remember, I just don’t care.”

Glare

You sighed and looked at Len.

“Can you bring me a glass of water?? Please big brother??”

(Y/N) ATTACKED WITH PUPPY DOG EYES!

IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE!

“Okay, (n/n).”

Jealous looks towards Len

They wanted to be called big brother/sister too.

Wow, you had the crew wrapped around your pinky.

You little manipulative you…

The beginning of the sibling war.

They would compete for your undivided attention.

Sara would bring you food.

Kendra and Carter would stay with you and tell you how they teamed up with the Flash and The arrow.

Stein would come to answer your scientific questions and tell how he turned to Firestorm for the first time.

Jax would tell you what happened in their last mission and would more than often show off. Saying that when you were better he and Stein would show Firestorm and how they fight.

Len and Mick would bring you food of the time where they were because as Mick said “The food of the future is crap”.  And they would stay with you until you fell asleep, then they kissed your forehead lovingly and retire to their quarters.

In the middle of the night, Rip would come to your room and would stay for an hour, brushing your hair and telling about his family and how you made him feel like he belonged again. Everything while you were asleep, but sometimes, you would wake up to his fingers lovingly stroking your hair and his British accent telling you about that heartbreaking future.

This went for a long time, even after you got well .They wouldn’t let you go with them until you got away one while they were on a mission.

Craziness and desperation ensued.

They divided in two groups to search for you. Desperate and afraid some creep would have kidnapped you. After a few hours of distress and yelling ( and , even though they won’t admit it, Sara, Rip and Kendra hit a few shady guys who didn’t want to cooperate, even though they didn’t even see you. And Len and Mick… well let’s say those who didn’t want to cooperate meet Hot and Cold.)

The truth is that you meet a hot (boy/girl) who asked you out to get a drink. You in all you rebellious teenager hormones said yes without thinking what your overprotective teammates would do.

The two of you went out to a coffee shop and talked a bit about yourselves, more like you made up your whole background. You can’t go to someone you just met and say

“HEY, I’M A TIMETRAVELING (Y/A) GIRL FROM 2017 WITH AN OVERPROTECTIVE TEAM STALKING MY LIFE. AH, AND I AM TRIYING TO SAVE THE FUTURE OF A DICTATORSHIP.”

They would think you’re crazy

Obviously.

After a few hours your team found the two of you…

Let’s say things got ugly pretty quickly.

(Y/n) (Y/L) WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THING YOU ARE DOING?! AND WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS (HE/SHE)?!”

“Guys, let me explain-“

“NO. YOU ARE GROUNDED!” Sara said.

“But-“

“Hey Len, I think that (guy/girl) tried to take advantage of her, can I burn (his/her) house down?” Mick said hopefully as Len looked at him saying No with his eyes.

“You know the scare you gave us, young lady? “ Stein said.

·Yeah, I almost had a heart attack! I’m too young to have a heart attack!” Jax said.

Kendra and Carter grabbed the (boy/girl) you were going out with and tock (him/her) away from here, after saying something that made (his/her) face blanch with horror and run away like (his/her) life was at risk…

Yeah

It probably was.

Kendra and Carter came to you smiling innocently, you asked :

“What did you say to (him/her)?”

“Oh nothing, just that what would happen to his (dick/ ovaries) if (he/she) as much as looked your way.” Kendra said.

“Yes. And that we would probably make his life hell, if (he /she) was every born” Carter said.

See?

Terrifying overprotective assholes who you loved with all your heart.

Len grabbed your hand and dragged you to the ship without saying any of his snarky comments.

Uh oh

He was mad with you and not even the eyes of the puppy dog could save you now.

The end? 

(promps still open)

From the size of a worm to the size of a bulldozer, a Pokeball captures all Pokemon in a beam of light and stows them in what looks like an iPrison for easy transport.

As far as we know, Pokemon, much like everything else, are made of matter. If a Pokeball can condense and stow a living being without harm, that changes the whole world. Even if we’re limiting ourselves to purely organic matter for some reason – putting aside the Pokemon made of rock, or metal, or pure unmitigated terror – the implications of Pokeball technology are huge. Never mind the easy stuff, like food and livestock storage – long distance travel would be a breeze: just pack a whole plane full of people in a rucksack. Unless Pokeballs are fun-size existential boredom hells, living things in the ball aren’t aware of the time passing. Imagine a world without smelling airplane farts. Truly, that is the definition of utopia.

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My Family’s Slave, a scattered opinion from an actual Filipino.

This is my scattered-brained response to the backlash regarding the late Alex Tizon’s controversial final piece My Family’s Slave. 

I’ve seen every angry reaction to this piece (from mostly uninformed liberals that means well but doesn’t understand the complex issues in Filipino culture) and suddenly it was clear to me. My older sister once told me it gets tiresome when we Filipinos have to explain our complex culture to Americans in the fear of being viewed as “degenerates”. So here is my take on Mr. Tizon’s piece, as an actual Filipino who grew up in the Philippines. 

This “structure” is very common in Filipino culture. Even most middle class families has one. Poor girls from poor families would make a living working and taking care of the children and household chores of families that are better-off. Back then it was a practice to show “wealth” and “status” but now its because most Filipino families have both mothers and fathers working, and sometimes these parents have to work oversees. But unlike the Tizon family, most of these women are paid, have their own rooms, are well-fed, and have day-offs. My family had one, because my mother and father have demanding jobs that provides education, food, shelter, and clothing to their 4 children. And to make it more clear, Filipino families are EXPECTED to pay for their children’s college education. My parents are literally working to get me and my siblings through college (and they did). 

Mr. Tizon’s mother came from a family of rich landowners in a remote province. In Filipino culture, some provinces and territories are basically “owned” by rich and powerful Families. People living in these towns are basically “subjects” who are made to serve these families. Though the practice isn’t as bad as it is now, its still prevalent. When his grandfather took Lola and gave her to his mother, it was a display of wealth and power. Its a problematic footnote in Filipino history but I assure you, this is NOT a common practice AT ALL!

I’ve seen people that are mad that the author didn’t save Lola when he was a kid, or when he was in college, or when he was working as a journalist. I then noticed people look at Mr. Tizon as not a Filipino immigrant, but a white man. A man who does not have complicated ties to his culture. A man who isn’t an immigrant with a difficult family history. A man who had to stay by a mother who was abusive but has her own share of tragedies. A man who had to choose to destroy all ties to his family and save a woman he couldn’t even take care of on his own. A man who wanted to save this woman while potentially putting his family’s immigrant status in a questionable state. 

By the time he took Lola in, he already had a home. He was settled, he had a place to call his own. Mr. Tizon is A FUCKING JOURNALIST WHO WROTE STORIES FROM AROUND THE WORLD. Didn’t you guys consider that during his time after college he was traveling with no home to put Lola in? That he was out there documenting a literal VOLCANIC ERUPTION on the other side of the world? He decided it fit to take her in when he knows he has a place made just for her, her own room and her own garden. 

Another thing, people forgot that he took Lola home to the Philippines and asked her if she wanted to stay, she refused and wanted to move back to the United States. People say “HE SHOULD HAVE LEFT HER!” but the truth is, leaving her would be the WORST! Most of her family members are dead. Her friends are strangers to her. They live in a remote province, far from proper healthcare which is only available in big cities. I myself have relatives die because they live in remote provinces and couldn’t get immediate care. No one in her home town can take care of her. Leaving her there when she said NO is cruel. 

So there is my scattered take on it. Hopefully to enlighten y’all about a culture unfamiliar to you. You can try to drag Mr. Tizon’s name to the mud, but he’s dead. You will never hear the end of it. 

P.S. To every motherfucker you thinks harassing his surviving family members to “pay” for the abuses his parents made should GET THE FUCK OUT. STOP BEING ASSHOLES!

Tupac Shakur with Chi Modu

Over the years, people have always said that my images of Tupac let them see a side of him beyond the Thug Life image, more about the human being. Before he was loved by the world, he was a young man trying to make his way in a society that is extremely cruel to the less fortunate. He made it his mission to speak for those in his community who needed to hear “keep your head up!” As I travel the globe, I’m amazed at how many people have told me that Tupac saved their lives. His words and passion inspired a generation, and these pictures that we created together help to keep that inspiration alive.

It’s always sad when people die young, but if you leave behind the kind of legacy that Tupac did, you never actually die. You remain forever in the hearts and minds of people for generations to come. I knew that about him when we first spent time together in Atlanta, Georgia back in 1994. We both knew the importance of images and we set out to do a thorough job, not knowing what the future would hold. He died two years after that meeting in Atlanta, but his words and these images are all part of his lasting legacy.

When I met him on location in Atlanta in ’94 he was quite cooperative and a really nice guy. It was a shoot for The Source magazine, and he arrived early. Tupac was the ultimate professional, and he respected my time and my skills. The public might not know that about him. They think he was just this crazy guy who had no real limits, but he completely understood who he was, and if he understood what you brought to the table, he was easy to deal with. In fact, we got along great. I think a lot of people want to buy into the ‘thug life’ image and the younger side of him, because he was still a young man. Let’s be clear, you kind of forget the ages of these folks. To be so prolific and so young, and have so much power — it’s hard to imagine

Even with all the childishness — which I believe was age appropriate in a lot of ways—when you throw power and money in there, even with all that, he had a lot of care and love for his community and for the less fortunate. He always spoke on behalf of black people who were struggling.

Even though he wrote songs that many would consider typical hip-hop party music, he also included a lot of black empowerment in his lyrics — “Brenda’s Got a Baby,” “Dear Mama” — which I believe is why women liked him. They loved him because he was real and he cared. We knew the silly side of him too, but who isn’t silly at the age of twenty five? So that never surprised me when he did the zany stuff. He was young and full of power in a world that’s biased against blacks, so what do you expect?

Normally when I would see Tupac, I would always think of him being on blast — excited and moving at a hundred miles an hour. But when I first met him he wasn’t really like that. It’s funny how everyone always thinks about Tupac and the ladies, but I never really saw him chasing women that much. He was much more focused on his mission. I think that’s what made him stand out so much from his peers. Because while everybody was partying, this man was trying to make sure he created his legacy. And so here we are decades later talking about the man as if he’s still around. I don’t think you can take lightly the fact that this is two decades later and we’re still talking about this man.

After we finished his first Source cover shoot in Atlanta, we went back to his home in Stone Mountain, GA to hang out. He called me aside and showed me his entire gun collection in his bedroom—all his AKs, banana clips, Glocks, everything. Then he moved a picture on the wall in his bedroom, revealing a bullet hole. This was from when he fired a shot in his bedroom because he was on probation and prohibited from going to the firing range. We all laughed afterwards.

We would’ve all been in our 40s together, but he never got to his 40s, he didn’t even see his 30s with us. So that’s quite a body of work and experience that he put in during his short time on this Earth.

He was one of the few stars who could cross over without compromising his roots. Tupac wasn’t going to compromise, that wasn’t him, but Versace still wanted to use him for their campaign. It’s funny when I see rappers trying to do that sort of thing. I think when you start to move in those commercial circles they make you change yourself to fit. You lose your authenticity, but Tupac wouldn’t allow that of himself. He took the streets with him wherever he went.

The portrait shots of Tupac, like the one that’s on the cover of the book, were actually done with a 4x5 camera, which is a view camera. It’s the camera where you put the curtain over your head to focus. It’s large format. It sits on a tripod, and you put the film in, come out from behind the camera, you click it, then you switch the film. Kind of like the old style cameras. At that session in Atlanta, I photographed Tupac with my 4x5 with no assistant. It was just me and his people. When you shoot using a 4x5 you’re really very close to the subject. I was no more than three or four feet from him. I’m there but the gap between us is the camera, even though I’m right there with them. When you’re that close to someone frame after frame, that’s really how they get to know you. You’re almost breathing on each other, and I’m telling him, ‘Lift your head, bring your eyes down.’ I’m giving him instructions so he can look better.

Once you spend hours with someone like that, you know them forever. I’m looking at every pore on your face. I’m on your team. In doing that first photo shoot in 4x5, I think that’s what made Tupac so comfortable with me because I was looking in his eyes, he was looking in mine at the same time, and real recognizes real. Once we got to that place we were cool. He gave me pictures he didn’t give anybody else and he said, ‘These are for you, Chi.’

Everybody knows the Thug Life Tupac, and we know that well. But they don’t know the Tupac in the quiet moments. Like that picture of him tying his bandana over his head, the profile shot. That’s an outtake. He was fixing his bandana with a cigarette in his mouth but he was relaxed enough around me where I could just photograph him.

As a result you see a picture of a much more gentle Tupac. For me gentle and soft are not the same thing. Tupac was gentle but you wouldn’t dare step to him. He was prepared to take it where it needed to go. He wasn’t afraid. That’s who he was to me, and we got along from the first time we met. We were cool, so I got access to him that no one else could get.

Tupac wanted me to shoot his album Me Against the World, he told me to get in touch with the art director in New York. By the time I went there to meet, they had already given the assignment to someone else. What’s funny is I had already taken what would later become the most iconic imagery of Tupac. So when you look at the more famous portraits of Tupac like him tying his bandanna and the Rolling Stone cover, I had already created those pictures before I went to meet the art director to discuss the album. No one knew at the time that the photos I took of him would be the images people remember and not the ones they used on the album. In a way you end up getting your justice if you wait long enough

When I set out to take these photographs I knew they were important. I wanted to make sure the images stayed within the community. I wanted to make sure the person who created them was from the community. Historically that never really happens. Most of the visuals of the greats are owned and controlled by other people. That’s tricky because then they can put their interpretation on it. But when you look at my photographs, I’m there with them. I’m one of them even though I’m an observer. I was close enough to live it and I had the skills to document and record it.

I had four sessions with him, and since we were close he let me in close. It’s friends hanging out with friends and there just happened to be a camera present. You can see the closeness and the warmth because I didn’t really look at my subjects as just celebrities. I saw them as young black guys like me. It allowed me to get closer and it allowed them to be comfortable and just be who they were. I offered no judgment. I was just there to document and make people look good.

Even though I was the creator of these images, I’ve always felt more like the caretaker of them, because he was the world’s Tupac, not just my photo subject. He burned bright when he was here and his flame continues to glow. Thank you for being the voice of the voiceless, Tupac. Rest in peace, brother.

Excerpted from Tupac Shakur: Uncategorized by Chi Modu, a 200-page hardcover book featuring over 100 powerful images of Tupac Shakur.

Hi friends! I’m back with another quote masterpost. As an aspiring author, fellow writers never cease to amaze me with their wisdom, with their humbleness, but most importantly, with their words. These quotes aren’t necessarily motivational, but nevertheless, I had a great time researching the authors and their quotes. Though I did as much research as I saw necessary, everyone makes mistakes, so if you think one of the quotes in this post belong to another person, be sure to let me know! I made this with bullet journals in mind, but do with these quotes what you wish. I hope you enjoy, and all of you have a great day!

ERNEST HEMINGWAY

“The world breaks everyone, and afterwards, some are strong at the broken places.”

“But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”

“Courage is grace under pressure.”

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”

“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.”

“Every day above earth is a good day.”

“The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.”

“Time is the least thing we have of.”

“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”

“My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.”

“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.”

“Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now.”

MARK TWAIN

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”

“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”

“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.”

“Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please.”

“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”

“‘Classic’ - a book which people praise and don’t read.”

“Never put off ‘til tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.”

“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”

“Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.”

“Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.”

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”

“Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it.”

MAYA ANGELOU

“We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.”

“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.”

“Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.”

“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”

“Nothing will work unless you do.”

“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”

“History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.”

“If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love.”

“In diversity, there is beauty and there is strength.”

VIRGINIA WOOLF

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”

“If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.”

“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”

“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”

“Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.”

“When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?”

“As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.”

“I am rooted, but I flow.”

J.R.R. TOLKIEN

“I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.”

“Not all those who wander are lost.”

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”

“It’s a dangerous business going out your front door.”

“Courage is found in unlikely places.”

“It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”

“Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.”

“Little by little, one travels far.”

“There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.”

“I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”

OSCAR WILDE

“I can resist everything except temptation.”

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

“Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.”

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”

“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”

“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.”

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

“There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.”

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”

“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”

“Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”

ANAÏS NIN

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”

“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”

“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”

“Dreams are necessary to life.”

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”

“How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.”

“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.”

“People living deeply have no fear of death.”

“You cannot save people. You can only love them.”

LEWIS CARROLL

“Always speak the truth, think before you speak, and write it down afterwards.”

“I can’t go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then.”

“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will take you there.”

“Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.”

“One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.”

“Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”

“I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.”

“It is better to be feared than loved.”

“Oh, ‘tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.”

“I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.”

“We’re all mad here.”

JAMES BALDWIN

“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.”

“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”

“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”

“The paradox of education is precisely this - that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he is being educated.”

“Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor.”

“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.”

“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.”

“The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose.”

“People can cry much easier than they can change.”

“To be sensual, I think, is to be respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.”

“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”

“When one begins to live by habit and by quotation, one has begun to stop living.”

ALICE WALKER

“The nature of this flower is to bloom.”

“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.”

“No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.”

“Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise.”

“In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.”

“Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.”

“I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.”

“What the mind doesn’t understand, it worships or fears.”

“Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.”

“Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.”

“Look closely at the present you are constructing: it should look like the future you are dreaming.”

CHARLES DICKENS

“Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.”

“Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”

“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.”

“Reflect upon your present blessings – of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”

“We need never be ashamed of our tears.”

“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”

“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.”

“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”

“Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you’ve conquered human nature.”

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.”

“Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.”

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

“Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.”

“Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.”

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.”

“Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.”

“All good writing is swimming underwater and holding your breath.”

“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”

“Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.”

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go”

“Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.”

“There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…”

anonymous asked:

Sine, Sine! I'm sorry to bother you, but do you have any good tips for writing 616 Tony! I just love your characterization so much :)

Oh, boy, an opportunity to talk about my fave! I was actually sitting here thinking, gosh, I hope someone asks me to write meta about my favorite characters sometime soon! And then you did, so thank you, anon! (And thank you, I’m glad you like my characterization.)

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It has been several years since the Day of Story and Song. Taako and Magnus go visit Merle after returning from one of his first Extreme Teen Adventure outings. They meet in a small village after Merle returns the teens to their families and decide to go to the local tavern. The tavern is mostly empty. There’s the bartender of course, a middle-aged looking gnome polishing glasses behind the bar. There are a couple young students from a nearby wizard college practicing their Mage Hand while playing darts. And sitting at the bar is a raggedy looking man who already seems quite drunk who is softly grumbling to himself and sometimes to the bartender.

The boys sit at a table and begin catching up. Merle, settling into the braggy dad role, cannot stop talking about Mavis and Mookie and how well they’ve been doing on their trips with him (”And then, Mookie tackles the last kobold and looks to me and Mavie and shouts, ‘CAN I KEEP HIM?!’ You should have seen the look on that lizard bastard’s face. Hah!”). Taako talks about how he and Lup are trying to teach Barry how to cook (”Honestly, the man is smart as the day is long, but you put him in front of a spice rack and you’d think he shared half his brain with a small weasel.”) Magnus tells everyone about his recent trip to the moon base (”I said to her, ‘Lucretia, I am not leaving Johann in this bubble. He will be the first of many dogs on the moon, and you cannot stop him.’”).

They talk for hours. The two young wizards leave. The older man at the bar continues to drink and gets louder and angrier as he does. When the bartender tries to cut him off he shouts, “You can’t tell me when I’ve had enough! Do you know who I am?! I am Governor Kalen! And I’ll say when I…”

Magnus, who has been sitting with his back to the bar sits bolt upright at the sound of that name. He isn’t the first to move though. Taako has already slid up to the bar.

“Excuse me, but did you just say you were Governor Kalen?”

“I did! And who the fu-”

A thump is heard, followed by a loud crack as Merle’s soulwood arm hits the counter and clocks Kalen in the jaw. Kalen drops to the floor. Taako bends over and picks up his rather hefty coin purse as well as some of his other valuables. He hands them to the bartender.

“This should cover everyone’s tab with a nice tip for you too. And to sweeten this pot, why don’t you head on home, compadre? We’ll close up shop for you.”

The bartender looks at the man on the floor. Then he looks up at the fancy elf, the angry one-armed dwarf, and the bear of a man who seems frozen in his chair. He quickly jots down an address and passes it and a key to the elf. He grabs his coat and says, “You can slide the key in the mail slot once you’re all locked up.” He begins walking toward the door, but just before leaving, he turns back to the elf and says, “And please try not to leave a mess. This place is all I’ve got.”

Taako gives him a warm smile, “Wouldn’t dream of it, homie. Have a nice night.”

The bartender leaves. Taako and Merle tie the unconscious Kalen to a chair. Taako slaps Kalen awake. Magnus finally moves. His friends flank him and stand back. They’ve done enough. The rest is for Magnus.

Kalen, groggy and slowly sobering up after the hits he’s received, looks up and sees a man towering over him. The man almost looks familiar. Someone important. Someone he should remember.

“Kalen.”

The voices brings it back to him. “Burnsides? Magnus Burnsides, is that you? Well gods, I figured you’d have to be dead by now. Good for you, surviving this long.”

10 years ago, Magnus would have killed him on sight. 5 years ago, he would have beaten him to a pulp and then killed him. But Magnus stands in a quiet calm rage and stares.

“I heard your story,” Kalen says. “Your whole group. Traveling the planer systems. Creating magic artifacts. Saving the world. Who’d have thought I was taken down by an honest to goodness hero.” Kalen looks up and gives a fiendish smile.

“Who’d have thought I’d killed a real hero’s wife?”

Magnus keeps his eyes fixed on Kalen and quietly speaks one word. 

“Leave.”

Merle and Taako turn around. “We’ll be outside,” Merle says. As they make their way to the door, Taako, turns back and calls from over his shoulder, “Hey.”

Magnus turns his head slightly.

“For Julia.”

And with that, Magnus and Kalen are left alone in the bar.

“So what now, Burnsides?” Kalen asks. “You gonna kill me? I bet you’ve been waiting a long time to do that. I bet you’ve dreamed of this moment. I bet you wish you’d done it sooner.”

Magnus slowly walks around Kalen.

“So how you gonna do it Burnsides? Strangle me? Slit my throat? Beat my brains in? Huh? How you gonna do it big man?”

Magnus pulls out a dagger.

“Go on, then. Do it! DO IT!”

Magnus slices. The ropes fall from Kalen. He stands up, confused and turns to Magnus.

“What are you d-”

Magnus buries the dagger into Kalen’s stomach.

Kalen screams and backs away, the dagger still sticking out of him.

Magnus speaks calmly, “They found Julia 5 miles from Raven’s Roost. Did you know that? She was covered in scorches and had a piece of wood in her chest. She crawled out of the wreckage of the city and walked 5 miles down the mountain hoping to find other survivors or maybe some help. My wife walked 5 miles. Alone. Bleeding. With a piece of her own home through her chest. She was stronger than I’ll ever be, which is certainly stronger than you, you coward.”

Magnus grabs Kalen by his coat collar.

“So I’m going to give you the same chance she had. And I want to see how far you get.”

He pulls the dagger out of his stomach and shoves it in his chest. Kalen screams in pain again. Magnus lets him go.

Kalen, holding his bleeding belly and the knife in his chest, takes 1 step toward the door.

Two steps.

Three steps.

He stumbles to the ground at four.

Magnus walks over to Kalen’s body.

“My wife walked 5 miles,” Magnus says through his tears. 

“And she was killed by a man who couldn’t make it 5 steps.”



So I had this idea during my relisten of The Adventure Zone to finish the Kalen story-line and once I started writing I just couldn’t stop. Sorry about how violent it got at the end there. I’m coming off a streak of watching Westerns and all the revenge westerns end that way. Anyway, hope ya’ll enjoy.

Also, super interested in if anyone has any other headcanon for TAZ in the post-Story and Song years. Feel free to point me in that direction if you do, because I’m always happy to read it,

YOI Fic Rec ROUND TWO

Hi friends. I put out a fic rec list a while back, and since then I’ve read a lot more, cried a lot more, laughed a lot more. So here’s another fic rec list for YOI! Most of these are different authors, in an attempt to spread the love. 

As before, it goes fewer bookmarks -> more bookmarks, in a very blatant attempt to give exposure.

THE SECOND LIST:

Resting pulse by cafecliche: I’m crying all the time, when I read this fic. It’s amusing and witty, while capturing the Victuuri characterizations perfectly, and also THERE IS PINING. This author’s other fic also address anxiety beautifully, so go forth. Go read all of the cafecliche. Do it for your wellbeing.

Kiss, You’re On Camera by Ashida: THIS IS SO SWEET. They’re at a baseball game, and Yuuri’s neighboring seat gets taken by an attractive stranger. God, it’s cute. Please check it out.

Stay the Night by Shadow_sensei: Your heart won’t be ready for the twist at the end of this. You could never be ready. This story is haunting and I mean that pun in all the best ways—it’s also got a beautiful dreamlike, fairytale (more like scary story) feel to most of it.

Shall We Skate (Through Time) by counterheist: counterheist has written MANY quality fics (also see BREAKING NEWS: Local Man Would Like to Date Other Local Man), most of which have me laughing. God, counterheist is great. This time travel AU also INVOLVES PHICHIT, my man, deals with consequences and, finally, provides great plot.

Yuri Plisetsky Saves the (Figure Skating) World by Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom): Yuri Plisetsky’s interpretation of Viktor running off to “coach” Yuuri. It’s so canon compliant it HURTS—like hurts your stomach, because you’ll be laughing. Also the author is a darling.

A Heart of Paper Cranes by missmichellebelle: Besides being a fantastic human being, this author handles fluff, first time meetings, and anything your heart could desire with aplomb. I love this fic to pieces, and I love the sweet honesty of the Victuuri in it. *swoons*

Meet me halfway (in the future) by MissSpock:  I LOVE THIS FIC?? I love MissSpock, who I discovered and promptly blazed through all the fic of. This excellent time travel fic explores jealousy in a ironic but honest way.

Nuclear Hearts Club by butterbeerbitch:  The best of mutual pining and high school. I think I recc’d butterbeerbitch on my last list too, but I need you to listen to me. This fic has beautiful musings on childhood, which are giving me nostalgia in ways nothing else I’ve read has, and it is heartbreakingly gorgeous. This is poetry, it is prose, I cannot believe this is a real human being writing this. While they have stunning imagery, they also aren’t scared to make gross, hilarious comparisons. Please read this. Do it for me.

Like a design by jinlian: Canon-verse, and very sweet and humorous.

Life Unwoven by rougeandtonic:  TIME TRAVEL AU. WHERE YUURI TIME TRAVELS… BOTH WAYS. You get double the Victuuri, all of the pining, all of the miscommunication being healed, and just… oh. I love this fic. I think about it constantly. I’ve totally already screamed a lot about rougeandtonic on my Tumblr, but I. Do Not. Care. Like, this author probably hates me at this point, but I can’t help it.  Please read their work: kokoro no kaze is another of my favorites.

Lullaby of Birdland by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities: Yuuri is a figure skater and Viktor is a jazz pianist. It doesn’t hesitate to deal with heavy topics, and the author knows. Their. Jazz. I’m drooling over this fic as we speak. Listen. I don’t understand how this has only 142 bookmarks at 7 chapters. I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

Meet Me by the River by c0rnfl0wer: do you want Slavic mythology and traditions handled masterfully and presented along with high quality love and pining? Then read this fic! Also, check out c0rnfl0wer’s other works, I can’t imagine how much research and effort he puts into his writing.

The Way to a Man’s Heart is Through His Stomach by futuresoon: I can’t figure this mystery fic out for the life of me. IT DOESN’T MATTER. Do you like mythical creatures? Do you like mysterious and handsome men? Do you like food? Check this out. This quirky, supernatural fic leaves you curious, and ironically hungry for more. Might be on a hiatus, as a warning, but word on the street is that it’s not abandoned.

I see the universe in your eyes by fangirlandiknowit: Oh god. From Yuuri’s POV, and it’s so descriptive, so emotional. This was written a while back, but I just discovered it and it is quality.

(offer me) that Deathless Death by melonbug: VIKTOR IS DEATH in this beautiful and moving fic that’s wrapped up in mystery and prose, but which I want to continue reading forever. There’s some phenomenal life observations in here, too.

Shut up and let me hold you by shysweetthing: I’ll never be over shysweething’s writing. I KNOW I recc’d this author on the last list, but you have to understand that it has brilliant dialogue, clearly understands YOI and episodes 11 and 12, and presents what was absent/only hinted at from them in a way that simultaneously soothes and breaks your heart.

These Frozen Nights by viciously: GEEZ so Yuuri can see ghosts, and Viktor doesn’t know… This fic is just ethereal and shocking, but still domestic and the Victuuri is sweet.

Taking the long way home by thankyouforexisting: Vicchan doesn’t die (so you already know this is gonna be good) and Yuuri doesn’t get drunk, so this fic explores how things change. It’s just… lovely. The dialogue is hilarious and magnificent, the AU is a great idea, and I’m loving this slow build.  NO, THANK YOU for existing, thankyouforexisting.

cover story by fan_nerd: Every frickin time I think back to my pre-AO3 account days, I remember a great fic and have to search for it. Every time I do, IT IS BY FAN_NERD. I love fan_nerd. This is a roommates AU, and is top notch.

Just Like a Stranger With the Weeds in Your Heart by MooseFeels: This ABO fic is just. Just. I tend to obsess over rhythm in my writing, and this fic has rhythm in excess. It just slides smoothly into your head, and astounds you.

Prove Me Wrong by homsantoft (tofsla): I started reading this and thought, oh, another soulmate AU, it could be decent. BUT I WAS A FOOL. This is not any old soulmate fic—it is beautifully handled, and I am unworthy of this and the one other fic by this author for YOI. PLEASE READ IT.

America goals by magnetic wave: Phichit is probably my favorite YOI character that isn’t Viktor or Yuuri, and this fic captures him so well. It also is a fic where you can see a perfect Phichit and Yuuri dynamic, without having to rely on Victuuri at all. I am in love.

Singularity by springsoldier (ladydaredevil):  I think I also recc’d this author on the last list. Do you care? I don’t care. You have to see this. It’s a STAR WARS AU. It’s so understated, and glorious, and hilarious. The Yurio is excellent, and the storyline is handled realistically. Finally, a Star Wars fic that shows you how a good Jedi deals with love.

A Lesson in Wanting by awesometinyhumanbeing:  I AM FANNING MYSELF. I love this fic! I love the trope of being in love with someone you’re married to, but being unable to deal with it. Reading the lines here just make me want to cry, and by the time things are finally resolved you will be incredibly invested in their happy ending.

Butt Stuff by Plumpie:  Yuuri gets an invasive… butt procedure. And Viktor is his nurse. Every moment in this is amusing.

At Home by SuggestiveScribe: SuggestiveScribe is pretty prolific, or was back a few months ago, and all of their works are breathtaking. Please check them out. This one’s fluffy, domestic despite the travel, and fun.

Katsuki Yuuri: Ascended Fanboy by Defiant-Dreams (DefiantDreams):  I’M LAUGHING SO HARD. Yuuri is a commentator, Viktor is still a skater, and everyone is exposed to their mutual and very obvious crushes in this great comedy.

Blackbird by sixpences: If you read nothing else I’ve recced to you but you still read this fic, I will be happy. This extremely well thought-out and planned fic showcases Yuuri and Viktor as intelligence operatives during WWII and the Cold War, and is brilliant in its complex portrayal of the issues at the time. Also, they’re ridiculously cute together even in heartbreaking circumstances. There is homophobia in-universe, but the handling of it is sublime and it’s there for a reason. I JUST UM. DEEP BREATHS EVERYBODY. THIS FIC IS SO GOOD.

Aria: Stammi Vicino, Non Te Ne Andare by exile_wrath:  Okay so listen. I am a very sensitive kid. This fic made me have a LOT OF FEELINGS, and is sublime. I will say there is definitely some violence, but it’s handled as well as this author handles everything, and the story as a whole transports you to this whole other Beauty-And-The-Beast but darker world! It’s very imaginative.

Constellations (Things You Left Unsaid) by DasWarSchonKaputt: I love Yuuko, and anytime she shows up in this fic I scream. This fic is just hilarious and deals with Yuuri’s feelings of inadequacy quite well. A+ role reversal AU!

Take Hold by Lavender Prose: Have I ever mentioned that I’m a complete sucker for soulmate AUs? I am, and this one is stunning and thorough in its worldbuilding. Also, check out the author’s tumblr for short but effective drabbles.

Kings in Couture by slightlied: I think a lot of people have also heard of this one, but I don’t care. The first two chapters are excellent, and accompanying drabbles for this universe can be found on the author’s tumblr, and they are also engaging. Just visit the author’s tumblr—it’s a lot of quality content of all kinds, and she’s bursting with ideas.

Now When Arrows Don’t Penetrate, Cupid Grabs the Pistol by ken_ichijjouji (dommific): AHAHAHA this fic, it’s funny. Also, it stars Phichit and almost every possible couple in YOI, so you know it’s going to be an exciting ride!

Worthwhile by surveycorpsjean: People like to watch Viktor suffer, but it’s always from pining. This fic handles the concept that Viktor can have major insecurities and struggles too, showing through heart-rending metaphor. And of course, it shows that Viktor can still deal with these things while having and deserving a loving relationship. Ah, homophobia warning here, but it’s a fic dealing with a lot of real world issues.

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0: Listen here. This is my favorite identity reveal fic. Somehow this author takes a plane ride (normally a terrible experience for all) and makes it into a rollercoaster of good times and cuddles and wrenching revelations. I love this Viktor, and this Yuuri, and the pacing is just right, as well as the Viktor/Yurio dynamic.

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood and MapleTreeway: probably a fic that everybody knows, but it’s so well planned and such a great take on selkies that I can’t help but recommend it. There’s actual poetry in here, folks, as well as great prose—dream scenes, sweet romantic getaways in bays, CUTE SEALS. And, for a time, a mystery! Just… read this fic, if you’ve somehow missed it.

Centripetal force by braveten: Braveten is pretty well known, so you’re probably like “kiaronna why are you showing us this, of course we all know this fic” but this is my FAVORITE OF HER FICS and it’s going to get recommended, dang it. If you somehow missed this adorable masterpiece and like college fic, check it out. One of the chapters also made me hide in a bathroom for a while to deal with my freakout about emotions.

Unfortunately, because of life, I haven’t had as much time to explore the tag… or much time in general. so if you’re one of the works I love but I missed you, I’m sorry! 

Hopefully you readers will share my enjoyment of these amazing works!

The end of the beginning

This was a story told by Helena about her sestras. This explained so much - especially abut that baby party being eerily similar to the one Helena imagined. And now the story ended but their lives together are just beginning.

All the bad people are dead.

Alison and Donnie are happily ever after letting their sex freak on.

Helena lives in their garage and her twins are boys. She identified them by the colour of their socks until she found perfect names. Names of two men who helped her the most. Purple is Arthur and Orange is Donnie (also I see what you did there Orphan Black).

Cosima and Delphine are travelling the world saving all the Ledas one injection at a time. Until all 274 of them are accounted for.

Sarah, Felix and Kira are home. And when they need all their sisters and cousins and friends are there for them.

Nobody (Part 11)

Originally posted by hospitalheaven

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of torture

Words: 2778

A/N: Not too happy with this part.  It sounded better in my head. I feel like I’m losing my mojo.  Sorry it’s shit.


Reader’s POV

Thrum. Thrum.  Thrum.  Your pulse crashed against your ears dulling all outside noises.  Bucky, Steve, and Tony—another name…Tony Tony Tony—were arguing over your bed but they may as well have been shouting under water for all you could understand.  “You don’t die.”  That couldn’t be right.  That couldn’t be true.  This isn’t real.  It’s impossible.  Everybody dies.

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Bedtime Stories

Title: Bedtime Stories

Characters: Reader, Little Katie, Dean, Sam, and Cas

Word Count 1,258

Warning: Too much fluff??

A/N: I’m sure there’s more than one little kid in the Supernatural world hearing a bedtime story about the boys. Enjoy!


“Mom, tell me the story again!” Your little one scrambled into your lap, snuggling into your arms.

“Alright, how do we start again?”

“The car! The car!”

“Oh right!” You gave your daughter a kiss on the head and began her favorite story.

“Once upon a time, there was a magic car.

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