isak and even are in isak’s room, browsing through the “thrillers” section on netflix (because even says he’s in the mood for a little suspence) and there’s a knock on the door and they hear linn say “hey, did you guys take my box of cookies?” and the truth is that said box is right there on isak’s lap, and isak looks at even and mouths “oops”. when he opens the door, the box in his hand, he tells linn “it’s been there for like a month and i wasn’t sure whose cookies they were but, hm” he looks inside the box and continues “there’s a couple left” and he hands it to linn and she just stares at him for a few seconds, expressionless, and says “it’s fine, keep it”, turns around and leaves
isak asks even “am i an ass?” and even laughs a little and ruffles isak’s hair and says “nah, just a hungry teenager”. and isak moves away from even’s hand and looks at him with a mischievous smile on his face and he replies “totally hungry” playfully, before he leans in and gently cover even’s nose with his teeth, not really bitting down and even doesn’t try to free himself, simply teases “it smells like chocolate chip cookies in there. actually, it smells like stolen chocolate chip cookies” and isak takes his mouth off his nose and replies “hey! i thought you said i wasn’t an ass”, all pouty and grumpy and even can’t help but smile at him. “you aren’t, but you did take linn’s cookies. and now she doesn’t have any”. isak sighs, rests his head on even’s shoulder and says “we could go get her another box?”
they do end up going to the store, but instead they buy the ingredients they need to make the cookies themselves (except for eggs, which isak says he already has at home). and then they’re in the kitchen, and even places the ingredients on the counter, opens the fridge and grabs two eggs, says “catch!” before he slowly throws one in isak’s direction. isak does catch it and looks at him with wide eyes and warns “if you make a mess, you’re the one cleaning” and even simply cups his face, plants a quick kiss on his forehead and his nose and his mouth and his chin and says “i won’t”. and then they make the cookies, even telling isak the measurements. “two cups of chocolate chips”, which isak adds to the dough, and then he adds an extra handful, says “it’ll taste way better like this. more chocolate, better cookies” and even chuckles. “yes, chef valtersen”
when the cookies are done, they knock on linn’s door, a platter in isak’s hands. even asks “liiiiinn, our dear linn, are you hungry for some amazing, delicious homemade cookies, made with a lot love and a whole lot of chocolate chips?” and there’s a short silence before they hear her say “thanks, but i’m not really hungry right now”. isak looks at even and shrugs and he tells linn “well, we made a lot, let us know when you want some, okay?” and they hear a muffled “mmhm” from behind the door
they start to watch the usual suspects, isak all cuddled up against even, an arm around even’s stomach, a leg wrapped over his. a few minutes later, linn’s knocking on the door and asking “cookies kind of smelled nice, can i have some?” and isak tells her “come in, linn!” she doesn’t flinch when she sees them on the bed, linn really doesn’t mind displays of affection as long as they’re silent. even hands her the platter and asks her “hey, feel like watching a movie?” and linn frowns a little. “is it moulin rouge again?” and even replies “nah, it’s not moulin rouge”. he opens his free arm (the one that’s not holding isak close) as an invitation and linn sits next him, cookie platter on her lap, and even wraps an arm around her as she bites into one of the cookies. isak lifts his head up a little, and when even looks at him in the eyes, they exchange a knowing smile
Critters asked: How many cumulative hours has Vox Machina fought with doors on stream?
It’s impossible to say in in-game time because some of it wasn’t measured in neat 6-second rounds. We can, however, measure real life time! For this (and for fun), we decided to include some barriers and portals that functioned as doors as well. We didn’t include doors that didn’t pose a threat to Vox Machina. Updated to Episode 85.
Time Spent Dealing With Doors and Barriers: 4:11:13
Probably the only Black Sails/Outlander crossover we’re likely to get lol but loved getting to hear that wee piece of music, knowing it was written before it was intended/destined to be Outlander’s iconic theme.
How do you think Zuko's and Katara's parenting styles would mix? I feel they'll have worldly kids but I wonder if they'll shield them more than they should. Zuko's childhood might make him less tolerant to the negative portions of growing up, making him downplay war, gray morality and court issues. Love the pairing but I think their kids may have skewed views of reality
Despite their young ages, we can get a good idea of Zuko
and Katara’s parenting styles from watching the show. Several times, they take
on the role of parent or mentor to younger (or at least less mature) children:
Lee (parent: Zuko). From “Zuko Alone,” we can gather
that Zuko is more than willing to stand up for a kid not his own:
Gow: Hey! You throwing eggs at us, stranger? Zuko: No. Gow: You see who did throw it? Zuko: No. Soldier: That’s your favorite word, no? Gow: Egg had to come from somewhere. Zuko: Maybe a chicken flew over.
Zuko: (in a threatening tone) Let the kid go.
He is firm, but fair in instructing Lee. Zuko could have
yelled at him or sent him away for touching his precious dao, but instead he
teaches Lee the meaning behind the swords.
Sokka (parent: Katara). As if this speech weren’t enough:
Sokka: When our mom died, that was the hardest time in my life. Our family was a mess, but Katara, she had so much strength. She stepped up and took on so much responsibility. She helped fill the void that was left by our mom.
There are a million ways Katara looks out for her brother’s wellbeing.
Sewing his clothes back together while he runs his mouth.
Cutting off his supply of hallucinogenic beverage.
Taking care of him when he’s sick.
Katara: I’m sorry you’re feeling so down, but I hope you know none of us see you that way.
Lending him moral support.
And encouraging him to go on unnecessary shopping sprees when all else fails.
As you can see, Katara nurtures, disciplines, and indulges Sokka depending on what his physical and emotional needs are at the moment. Like any human being, Katara gets overwhelmed sometimes, and snaps at her brother when she shouldn’t. But overall, Katara is a top-notch caretaker to Sokka as well as a sibling.
Toph (parent: Katara). Katara is a helicopter parent when it comes to
Toph–not because Toph is blind, but because she knows how little real parents Toph got in her own home growing up. She tries to get Toph to understand the “power of teamwork”:
Katara: So, Toph, usually when setting up camp we try to divide up the work. Toph: Hey, don’t worry about me, I’m good to go. Katara: Well, actually, what I’m trying to say is, uh, some of us might fetch water while someone else might set up the fire pit or put up the tent. Even Momo does his fair share.
And points out that Toph’s acting out is a symptom of Toph missing her parents:
Katara: Ah, I see. You’re acting like this because of your parents. Toph: Whatever. Katara: They were controlling over you, so you ran away, and now you act like your parents don’t exist. You act like you hate them, but you don’t. You just feel guilty. Toph: I do hate them! Katara: I don’t think so. I think you miss them. But you just don’t want to deal with that, so instead, you act like this crazy person.
Katara invades Toph’s privacy to dig up the wanted notice that puts them all in danger. But she admits her guilt and tries her best to patch things up:
Katara: I can’t believe I was so stupid. See, this is exactly why I’m against these scams. I knew this would happen. Toph: But…this was your idea. Katara: I know. I wanted to show you that I’m not so motherly. I wanted to show you that I can have fun too. Toph: Katara, you are fun. If nothing else, you’re at least fun to argue with. Katara: I know your relationship with your parents is complicated, and I shouldn’t have said what I said. Toph: It’s ok. I was really mad when you said that because; well, because maybe it’s true. I try not to think about it, but when I left, I probably really hurt them.
We can see in the dialogue above how hard it is for Katara to be a kid and Team Mom at the same time. Her no-nonsense parenting butts heads with her desire not to be seen by her fellow kids as the unfunny, boring one. But she keeps trying her best, and in the end it works out. Katara is nosy, but also willing to change her own behavior when her parenting has a negative effect.
Aang (parents: Zuko and Katara). I don’t think there is any need to go into how much Aang is mothered by Katara throughout the series; in fact, I’ve done a whole post on it already. Despite not doting on Aang every single moment of his existence, Zuko’s
parenting technique is actually much healthier than Katara’s. It’s also a good
counter to the idea that Zuko would be so afraid of disciplining his children
that he would let them walk all over him. Watch him train with his new student:
Zuko: I know you’re nervous,but remember… firebending in and of itself is not something to fear. Aang:Ok. Not something to fear. Zuko: But if you don’t respect it, it’ll chew you up and spit you out like an angry komodo rhino!
(Cut to Aang who gives a yelp of fear)
Zuko: Now show me what you’ve got. Any amount of fire you can make.
And when he and Aang are meeting the Masters:
Zuko: Your flame’s gonna go out because it’s too small. You’re too timid. Give it more juice. Aang: But what if I can’t control it? Zuko: You can do it. I know you can. You’re a talented kid.
Zuko is, again, firm but fair, and encourages Aang when
he shows improvement. While he would be understandably wary of punishing
children, he is under no illusions about how hard and dangerous the world can
be, even for someone as young as Aang. He understands that leaving Aang
unprepared by pampering him would expose Aang to greater danger in the long
But Katara … oh, Katara definitely has problems with discipline where Aang is concerned. She doesn’t know how to stop giving Aang time and attention, and she doesn’t know how to do tough love, at least not towards the Avatar. I
would argue that Katara is too wrapped up in seeing Aang as a symbol of hope
who can do no wrong in her eyes to give Aang an honest assessment of who he is.
She does provide a lot of hand-holding and emotional support that Zuko would be uncomfortable with, so if she were and Zuko were parenting Aang together,
he might turn out OK. Still, there is no evidence that Katara would spoil a
non-Avatar child, so I’m inclined to count Aang as an outlier due to his status
as the Avatar.
Together, Katara and Zuko’s parenting styles combine support, discipline, encouragement, attention, comfort, protection, education, and love. They support the interests of the kids under their care and do their best to protect them from harm. But they also help the kids protect themselves–both by encouraging their fighting skills, and by creating as safe of an environment as they can within the group, while fighting a very unsafe war.
imagine les amis de l’abc throwing an easter egg hunt for all the local gamins and such:
- Cosette pointing out that the garden in the house on the rue plumet is possibly the most perfect easter egg hiding spot to ever exist
- jvj is of course 10000% on board
- jehan and grantaire helping the little kids paint easter eggs
- Feuilly organizing the jelly beans. he color codes them.
- baz giving the kids piggy back rides/ letting them climb up on his shoulders when they get tired
- Bousset is the best at hiding eggs. That is, until he actually forgets where he put them.
- Ep, Gav and Azelma bringing their two little brother bc those kids need to have some joy in their lives
- Musichetta + wearing bunny ears. just imagine.
- Enjolras takes some convincing to get him to come but once he does he turns out to be great with kids. It gets a little concerning when some of the little ones starts shouting “down with the bourgeoisie” though
- jvj telling the little kids about the story of easter. combeferre jumps in with every little historical detail he knows
- courfeyrac has one of those magic crayons you can use to write on eggs before dying them so that whatever you draw shows up once they’re dyed. he dyes one to say “Send nudes” and gives it to marius
- joly handing out colorful baskets that he made for the occasion
Request:“You and Jungkook are secretly dating and there’s a scandal telling that he’s hiding his relationship" - from mymisstina
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You pulled back the curtain and peered out,
squinting against the sunlight. Your neighbor was taking out the trash and a
woman was jogging past. You scanned the street for anything suspicious, then
pulled the curtain closed.
“Can we just have the curtains open,
please,” your dad called from the couch, not turning away from the TV.
“No,” you said. “Not yet.”
“What are you expecting to see, exactly?”
your mom asked. You turned and watched her fold laundry on the dining table.
“I don’t know,” you said. “People taking
pictures of the house. People throwing eggs.”
“Honey, no one’s looking for you.”
You opened the curtain again and looked
around. You knew that she was right, and you weren’t sure why you were struggling to relax. They couldn’t exactly track you down based on a dumb cutesy nickname.
But you were worried that your anonymity might make the whole thing more
intriguing. They didn’t know who you were, so finding your identity might seem like
a challenge to some of them.
You glanced down at your phone, wishing
that Jungkook would hurry up with his rehearsal and text you. He always knew
how to sooth your anxiety. Even when the pictures came out, he knew exactly
what to say.
It was two days earlier. You were in his dorm,
on a date. Your dates were almost always confined to either his place or yours,
as going out together would cause too much of a stir. He had left the room to
take a call, and reentered looking worried.
“What?” you asked.
“Don’t be mad,” he said. He sat close
beside you and held your hand. “I did something dumb.”
Summary: Steve’s been crushing on you for a while but is forcing down his feelings….Well all that tension has to go somewhere… and it manifests in his sketchbook.
Warnings:Language, not much else I think, it’s long lol I got carried away
Note: This is my first ever fic, feedback is appreciated! Even if its just ‘It was too fast paced’. Thanks for reading!
Steve Rogers had a problem. For some reason he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you. It’s like his eyeballs had decided to separate from the rest of his body and follow you. Constantly.
This problem had started about a year and a half ago when you had come to the compound and started working with the reconstructed Avengers. You were a former SHEILD agent, hand to hand combat and espionage were your strong suits. You were also friendly and smart.
Steve knew he was in trouble when his first thoughts on meeting you were about how pretty you were. So he maintained his distance from you, keeping cordial and almost cool relationship. But keeping his distance didn’t stop his mind from wandering. Or his eyes.
“Wow,I really ain’t shit to you”
Steve’s head whipped around to meet Bucky’s grin.
“Huh, sorry?” Steve mumbles. Bucky laughs. “I was tryin’ to ask ya if you wanted some eggs,but your mind seems to have wandered.” Bucky leans against the kitchen counter top, they had just completed their morning run, and had showered before heading into the kitchen to grab breakfast. Where Steve found you already sitting on a stool at the end of the counter, talking to Natasha and a visiting Clint. You were wearing that skirt, the pleated white one that was short enough to make him sweat a little every time he saw you in it.
“Oh, I’ll have some, sorry ‘bout that” Steve says.
“Oh no, it’s fine, after all your mind seems to have wandered to more… pleasing things.” he jerks his head in the direction of your figure. If it was possible, Bucky’s grin gets wider. “Damn now those are some legs.” He gives a low whistle. Steve feels his face heat up and he whips his head around to make sure you didn’t hear. But you were too far away and too involved in your conversation. Bucky’s recovery is still ongoing, but in the past couple of years he slowly but surely made marked progress. Enough progress that he began to socialize and started giving Steve a hard time again. Steve’s glad that he is feeling better, but man if he wasn’t a pain in the ass sometimes.
“Don’t you have some fuckin’ eggs to make?” Steve hisses lowly throwing Bucky a glare, who in turn just laughs and grabs a saucepan from the counter.
“You’re not as slick as you think Stevie,”
Steve’s brow furrows as he tries to apply the right amount of pressure to get the shading right. Now more so than ever Steve finds himself turning to drawing as a way to relax. He had opened some windows in the kitchen and sat at one of the stools at the counter with some coffee and a snack. He finds he goes through phases, a section of his sketchbook was filled with sketches of birds, followed by drawings of only buildings, and then depressingly desolate landscapes. But now he’s going through a different phase. One that has him checking over his shoulder every time he sketches out in the open. Recently it seems like his infatuation with you bubbled over into his drawings. He smudges the shadows that fill out the curve of your smile. The page he’s working on is filled with sketches of your face in different expressions. The one before that was of your face at different angles.
He supposed it would be easier to forget you if you weren’t so sweet. And patient. And funny. Steve had had several moments where he almost laughed at a joke you had made when he wasn’t even in the conversation. And even though he tried to give you the brush off you always were friendly when interacting with him…and those legs…He found himself flipping the page and before he even knew what he was doing, the outline of you sitting on a stool, legs crossed, was on the page. Then your figure in that tight dress you wore to the last party Tony threw joins it. His neck heats up. A sketch of your ass from that one time you wore tiny cutoff shorts soon follows. Damn he still thinks about those shorts sometimes. His whole body heats up. He feels like a creep, drawing you, but he can’t help himself….and admitting that makes him feel creepier. He rubs his hands over his face and groans.
“Rough day?” Your voice makes him jump, but when he catches sight of you he almost falls off the stool. You’re wearing a red bikini and water is trickling down your body. You seem hell-bent on giving him a heart attack.
“Something like that,” He says stiffly, flipping pages back in his sketchbook when you turn to get something from the fridge. His eyes trace your form, and he bites his lip to keep from groaning out loud. ‘How is it even possible?’ Steve thinks to himself ‘to have a body that looks that good?’ You bend over slightly to get something and Steve feels himself start to sweat. ‘I gotta get outta here.’
“Well,its an amazing day outside.” You stand up straight and turn towards him, Holding two water bottles and a Popsicle “I’m gonna spend the day by the rooftop pool, swimming and trying to finish my book…if you want to join?” Your voice tips up hopefully at the end. It takes a moment for Steve to realize you asked him something because he’s too busy watching the path of water droplets down your body while trying to not look like he’s watching water drip down your body. His mind scrambles and goes then blank.
“No thank you,” he finally musters and it comes out harsher than he intended. And Steve’s too busy getting the hell out of the kitchen to see your hurt expression. Or realize that he left behind his sketchbook.
Steve makes a bee-line to where he knows Bucky will be. He finds the brunette sitting in his usual spot, this time joined by Sam, and playing checkers. This makes Steve crack a smile. The two are constantly giving each other shit, but they’ll never admit that they’ve become pretty good friends.
Steve screeches to a halt in front of the window seat.
“Ya got the devil chasing ya or somethin’, Steve?” Bucky looks up and smiles at Steve.
“No something much worse.” Steve sighs and plops down on the floor in front of them. The men exchange an amused glance.
“What, Y/N caught you drilling holes into her head?” Sam says. Steve’s head whips up.
Sam and Bucky burst out laughing.
“Man you think you’re subtle?” Sam snickers. Bucky moves his checker and snorts. “Like I said, ya ain’t slick, Stevie.”
“I-I uh,” Steve stutters, flushing.
“I’m pretty sure even Fury’s noticed by now” Sam says moving his checker and Bucky chokes, coughing out a laugh.
“Just make a move already.” Bucky says.”Ya obviously like ‘er and the distant act ain’t fooling nobody, what with the way you watch her.”
“Amen.” Sam says, and raises an eyebrow. “And lets be real, a girl that smart and that fine won’t stay single for long.” Bucky nods.
Steve groans, running his hands through his hair. “Shuddap, don’t you guys have a game to play?”
Bucky and Sam share another smirk, but keep quiet, focusing back in on their checker game. Steve sits back and watches them play, listening to them making small talk. But his mind keeps on wandering back your body in that bikini…. he wanted to be able to call you his ….what he wouldn’t give to just hold you…. …you always looked so soft….
He doesn’t know how much later, but he knows he must have zoned out for a little bit because Sam is snapping his fingers in from of his face get his attention and the checker game is put away.
“Hey you want to order a pizza and watch a movie?”
“Yeah sounds good.” Steve smiles and stands, stretching, his joints making popping sounds. The three men make their way down the hallway and are entering the living room when Steve hears a voice calling his name.
It’s you. And you’re holding his sketchbook.
Steve’s stomach bottoms out. ‘Can Captain America enroll in witness protection program?’
“Hey, mind if I talk to you for a bit?” You say, jerking your head towards the hallway, and Steve nods glumly. His heart is pounding painfully and he squares himself for the inevitable rejection and disgust. He follows you into the hallway. Scratching the back of his neck.
“Listen I-” he starts, but you interrupt.
“You know you’re a really good artist. The birds almost looked they were gonna fly off the page.” You hold up his sketchbook “I’m really sorry about being nosy, but you left it open….and your art is amazing.” You sheepishly look down.
Steve’s eyes widen. Maybe you hadn’t flipped far enough to see the drawings of yourself? Relief soaks down his body.
“Uh thanks,” he says, taking the sketchbook and moving to get away.
“Wait, can I ask you something?” You say and he nods, freezing.
“Do you draw from memory or use models?” you ask curiously.
“Uh, usually I like having whatever I’m drawing in front of me for the beginning of the sketch, it helps with accuracy.” Steve mumbles.
“Oh, okay” you say, and step closer and closer until Steve can feel the warmth of your body heat. Steve swears he stops breathing. “You know,” you start, your face a hairsbreadth away from his. “You really are an amazing artist. But if it helps with accuracy you should let me know the next time you’re going to draw my ass. I’d love to model for you.” with that You smirk and turn, heading back down the hallway. Steve stays frozen for a few more seconds staring at your retreating figure before glancing back to the living room where Sam and Bucky are arguing over movie choices and then back at the hallway.