weak response

Yuri on Ice interview translation - PASH! 2017/05 (p24-25)

I am pleased to bring you the very first interview with director Sayo Yamamoto!!! You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this… This one is pretty general because of course she has never been interviewed before so they are asking her the basics, but it’s very interesting to finally hear things from her perspective too, since she’s the one who started it all. More interviews with her will be appearing in other magazines in the near future, I’m looking forward to those ones too.

Also, I believe a bright future is to be expected for Yuri on Ice, since she seems to have lots of plans…!! (I was shivering typing out the translation, lol)

Translation is under the cut.

***If you wish to share this translation please do it by reblogging or posting a link to it***

***Re-translating into other languages is ok but please mention that this post is the source***


Interview (first appearance in media!)
The world of “Yuri on Ice” that director Yamamoto wanted to create
With 8 notebooks full of notes in one hand, director Sayo Yamamoto has answered our interview for the first time. We have asked her how this new animation that no one had ever seen before was born.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

how do you feel about SU Crit blogs??

I’m kind of jaded about the SU c/rit/ical thing. So like disclaimer, if you’re a fan of the show providing legitimate criticism, that’s one thing. I respect that, like, a lot! But I’ve seen “su cr/iti/cal” blogs complain about such trivial things, down to (literally) inconsistency in Pumpkin’s tongue texture. I feel like at the beginning there was actual valid criticism, but now it’s just turned into a hotbed of negativity.

I think the problem is that some people feel like ragging on something for its flaws somehow demonstrates that you’re more objective or enlightened than those who choose to celebrate the good things about it. But how can you provide a valuable critique of something you’ve already decided you hate? In my opinion, if you find it impossible to acknowledge anything good happening in the show, you’re pretty much just as subjective as someone who is incapable of acknowledging its flaws.

The thing that I mostly don’t like is that when a fan of the show says “I don’t like su c/ri/tical’”, their immediate response is to say “foolish sheeple^tm, you special snowflakes are unable to take criticism about anything you like. these damn millennials !!!” Which is so ironic, because like, that’s just a weak response that gets tossed out by people who claim to be “critics” but are unable to handle when anyone says “hey, that’s a dumb argument and here’s why.”

I do really appreciate that they keep the criticism in their own tag rather than just the general SU one, though, so like, props. They can keep doing their thing, they aren’t hurting anyone. A lot of the time w/ ships and stuff, the actual ship tag is just filled with hate, so it’s nice that these guys don’t post their stuff in the main tag.

also–in case you’re worried this is suddenly gonna transform into a Discourse Blog^tm or something, worry not lol, we are returning to your regular programming right after this post. I just have gotten a lot of messages about this and feel like I should voice my thoughts about it \o/

3

Well done, Gion. That is the correct response.

Okay?


The moment we both walked in, Harry was bombarded with people I had never met before, I hadn’t met much of Harry’s coworkers, or peers for that matter, I knew almost none of the people Harry associated with. Luckily no one acknowledged me, so I clung to his hand and took my time taking in the room, he said it would be a quick meeting, but I was kinda hoping it would be longer, wanting to stall the night. I had decided tonight would be the night, I was going to be with him for the first time, I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready but it was beginning to put too much stress on our relationship and I trusted with Harry. All being said I was still very nervous, almost as if Harry could sense my uneasiness his other arm draped over his chest as he wrapped a protective hand over my forearm, squeezing gently. I finally felt myself exhale, not realizing I had been holding my breath, he looked down to me mouthing an “All good?” to which I nodded curtly and he resumed his conversation, leaving a few moments later with mention of a drink.

Harry found the bar with ease talking to another stranger, and ordering a rum, I was confused when he turned handing me the drink, forgetting I was underage, he was still chatting away with his friend when he was handed his own drink leading me to the table the rest of the group had already settled around.

He sat taking perched on the outside edge of the round booth leaving me pressed between him and a girl with a pretty face void of any makeup yet still unique and radiant along with an airy laugh that I was overly envious of. I didn’t say anything still holding tightly to the glass in front of me watching as the condensation gathered into small droplets than ran till they collided with my fingers slowly going numb at the cold temperature. I shivered as I felt Harry shift next to me, his arm reaching around to grip the edge of the booth behind me.

“Something wrong love?” he spoke next to my ear, his warm breath heavy with the smell of alcohol.

Keep reading

Confident

Words: 2k+ (2920)

Warnings: Smut

Summary:

Dan is trying to avoid a much too friendly Phil. But when Phil accidentally offends Dan, he tries to make it up to him, much to Dan’s shock and horror. Through Dan’s confusion, things get heated.

___


“Dan? Where’d you go?”

I cursed under my breath, ducking into the first doorway I came across. A guest room, by the looks of it. What kind of excuse could I even use in here? I mean, besides… Those ones. I’d really rather not use those ones.

“Are you down here?”

Frantically, I clambered onto the bed, pulling out my phone in a last ditch effort to look casual as Phil Lester appeared in the doorway. Immediately upon spotting me, his face broke into a bright smile. I scowled.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you!” He grinned, walking over and inviting himself into the bed. “Whatcha doing in here?”

Avoiding your stupidly bright personality, you oblivious idiot. But of course, I didn’t say that. “Welding,” I muttered instead, opening Tumblr in search of something to distract myself with. He leaned over my shoulder, uncomfortably close to me as he scanned my phone screen.

A porn clip appeared on my dash, and I scrolled past it as fast as I could. The only thing more awkward than trying to avoid the friendliest guy in school at the biggest party of the year? Watching two guys masturbate with said annoyingly friendly guy. It was a few more seconds before either of us spoke, the silence going on unusually long compared to Phil’s usual insistent attempts to befriend me.

“Have you ever done that before?” His voice made me jump, and I nearly dropped my phone. Turning to him with a confused look, I was met with a curious little smile.

“What?” I questioned, genuinely confused as to what he was going on about. We hadn’t even been talking! Was he asking if I’d ever welded? Can’t he pick up on sarcasm??

Phil took my phone, and scrolled up until he came to the masturbating couple again. He turned the phone back to me, tilting his head and silently repeating the question. I gaped at him, in a state of shock. Did he just-

Some kind of inhuman shriek clawed it’s way up my throat, and I shoved him away from me. I was aware of my phone clattering to the floor, but honestly, I was too mortified to care. “Lester! You… You can’t just ask someone if they’ve ever masturbated with someone else!” He just grinned, falling back against the pillows and shrugging.

“Why not? I’ve done it, heck, I’ve even gone further than that,” It was the way he said it, like it was a comment about the weather, or something completely natural to share with random people. I glared at him.

“No, I haven’t. And I don’t wanna know how many people's​ genitals you’ve had up your butt.” Phil blinked, staring at me for a second, and for once I thought I’d managed to stun him to silence. Then he dissolved into laughter.

It wasn’t a giggle, either. He was clutching at his sides, gasping for breath as his fit of mirth wracked his frame. Feeling mocked, I scowled at the blankets, making to get off of the bed and go find somewhere else to hide. A shaky hand grabbed my arm before I could get very far.

“Wait,” He gasped, trying to pull himself together. “Wasn’t laughing at you! Just… The way you said it, oh my god, you’re such a virgin!”

Crossing my arms grumpily, I shot an unimpressed look his way. At this rate, my face might never look cheerful again. “That doesn’t make me feel better,” I snapped. He knows I’m not social. “Some people have less of a selection to pick from, in case you couldn’t tell from your ignorant joy bubble.”

His expression sobered immediately. “Dan, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, I promise!” I refused to look at him, choosing instead to point my already dissolving pout at the bed. Stupid apologetic face, he makes it nearly impossible to just keep being mad.

Unbeknownst to me, Phil was intent on getting me to forgive him. I found myself falling backwards, his body hovering over mine, held up by his arms on either side of my head. “Lemme make it up to you!” He insisted. My eyes widened, and I spewed out a stream of protests and stuttered questions that I’m sure nobody could’ve understood. He nudged my chin with his nose. “Please?”

I closed my eyes, deciding that I’d rather not see Phil that close. I expected him to move back, or speak, or even hug me like the weird sap he was.

I did not expect him to press his lips to mine.

I went still, suddenly realizing what closed eyes at that proximity means to most people. His warm, slightly chapped lips were moving gently over mine, and I felt his fingers cup my cheek. What do I do ohmygod. Phil is kissing me. My disgustingly nice classmate is kissing me, as some kind of apology?

Out of pure shock and my inability to think up a better solution, I found myself kissing him back. My movements were much less enthusiastic, but it seemed to egg him on anyways. This is not acceptable… There’s no way this is happening! I opened my mouth to speak, not thinking about what the consequences might be.

Something hot and wet slipped between my lips, brushing through my mouth and twisting with my tongue. Phil’s tongue… I wanted to say that it was disgusting, but the way he searched my mouth was causing most of my blood to begin moving south, no matter how hard I tried not to let it. My focus was slipping.

I let out a startled squeak as Phil gripped my waist, flipping us over so that I was straddling his hips. It was suddenly dreadfully obvious me how this was affecting him, because I could feel him pressing up under my body.

He groaned softly, wasting no time in fisting my shirt between his fingers and pulling me back down for another kiss. Except… He didn’t kiss me immediately.

My eyes widened as Phil nibbled on my bottom lip, staring up without shame. Oh. I whimpered weakly. Those stupidly blue eyes… Pulling my bottom lip out, he released it and watched with a self-satisfied smile as it pinged back into place. I was tempted to wipe that grin from his face with an insult, but he swept in to connect our lips again before I could.

This time was a rougher kiss, full of bitten lips and clashing tongues. You hate him! What are you doing? It was so wrong, but I couldn’t help the small noises his expert mouth pulled from my throat each time he pressed in a bit closer. I was kissing him back with equal force now because I couldn’t think about anything else except how easily his lips dominated mine.

“You’re such a bottom…” He giggled, moving to nip at my throat. I had to grit my teeth to hold in a whine as he bit at my neck. I was hyper aware of how hard I was, pressing down against his hips, and it was all Phil Lester’s stupid fault.

“Shut. Up.” I managed, gathering the strength to push his head away from my weak spot. “You are the worst, most annoying person I have ever m-” Phil clamped his hand over my mouth, effectively cutting off my words.

He rolled his eyes. “I think I like you better when you’re whimpering and gasping for breath.” Heat flooded over my cheeks. In an attempt to get his hand off of my mouth, I assaulted it with my tongue.

He did pull it away, slowly, looking over the sheen of spit that now coated his palm. Then he looked back to me, reaching over to play with the button on my jeans. “I think I know what will shut you up…”

I squeaked in surprise as he undid them, tugging them off fairly easily before doing the same with my underwear. “Wait, I don’t-” I was cut off again when Phil’s wet hand wrapped around my length. A breathy moan was ripped from my throat.

“Le-ester… I-Is this some k-k-kind of messed up ap-pology?!” I stuttered out, bucking up against his hand. He simply rolled his eyes and pressed his lips to my ear.

“The first kiss was, now it’s just because you’re hot. And it’s Phil.”

Grasping desperately at a chance to annoy him, I forced myself to ignore my blush and how good it felt to have him talking against my skin. “N-no.”

He paused, tightening his grip around my base, and causing me to gasp. “Did you say… No?” Something in the tone of his voice made me want to apologize, although I wasn’t quite sure why.

“I…” Swallowing, I forced myself to spit the words out. “Yes.. that’s what I said.” The next few seconds happened so fast. Phil’s hands disappeared from where I wanted them, instead catching my wrists and holding them to my thighs. This kept my legs in place too, and I suddenly found myself unable to gain any friction.

“Lester!” I intended it to be more of a growl, but my voice was suddenly high pitched and needy as I realized how helpless I was. What’s happening to me? Suddenly I’m so… Not in charge.

“What was that?” Phil’s voice was low. More commanding in a way that left me whimpering and shifting on his lap. I felt instantly ashamed, like I’d disappointed Phil. Which I shouldn’t care about!

“I…”

“Do I need to punish you? You’re not being very good…” He looked me over. Phil, despite being underneath me, was very intimidating. In a dominant way. Which I couldn’t bring myself to hate.

I squirmed under his intense gaze, panting and trying to reel in my thoughts enough to speak. “Please, just… I need…” Helplessly, I rolled my hips up and pleaded with my eyes. He smacked my thigh, reprimanding me.

“Daniel.”

My self control shattered. “Please, Phil! Sir.. I’ll be good!” I pleaded, loud and high-pitched. He released my hands, pulling me down into a bruising kiss that quite clearly showed how he felt about sir.

“I’ll make you feel good now, okay?” He mumbled against my lips. I could only manage a weak mewl in response as his hand slid up my thigh to wrap around me again. His eyes were so much darker now, sparking some kind of instinct to make him just as desperate as I was.

Relaxing into his touch, I assumed the most helpless position I could; spreading my legs to expose myself, dreadfully hard and leaking against my stomach, and looking down at him through my eyelashes. “Want you to make me come, Daddy,”

He stopped abruptly, a surprised yet predatory sound bubbling up from the back of his throat. “What… What did you-”

“Want you to feel good too.” I added, grinding down against his bulge as innocently as I could. He choked out a gasp, closing his eyes in an attempt to hold himself together. I pouted. That’s not what I wanted. Leaning down so that my mouth hovered above his, I whispered again. “Wanna feel you claim me, Daddy. Wanna come so hard I scream your name, let everyone know who I belong to.”

“Y-yeah?” I shivered at the hoarse tone of his voice, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah.”

He moaned, bringing a hand up to the back of my head and kissing me properly. His mouth effortlessly dominated mine, distracting me completely until a something cold and slicked pressed against my hole.

I jumped involuntarily, only helping to force the digit further past my rim when I landed. It felt… Weird. I experimentally rolled my hips back, trying to adjust to the intrusion, forgetting that I was being watched very carefully. Then I lifted my body up a bit and dropped down. Immediately heat shot up my spine, driving me to repeat the action until I was bouncing and moaning uncontrollably. Brought out of my daze by a gruff curse, Phil pressed another finger into me.

“That’s so hot,” he mumbled, curling his fingers so that they brushed a spot that made me jerk. “Your pretty little hole was just made for my fingers.” I couldn’t control my breathing, the intense electricity coursing through my veins was too distracting.

“Wh-nng… Where’d you g-get the lube?”

“The pocket of my jeans,” He smirked, and I blushed so hard that the room seemed to get a few degrees hotter. Phil’s fingers were still moving, and he pushed another one in slowly while I was distracted so that a weak mewl escaped my lips. “Bet you love this, letting me see how vulnerable you are, riding back on my fingers like that.”

He was right. It was exhilarating, knowing that he could see just how worked up I was. I could feel the wave building, threatening to crash down any second now. Letting my eyes flutter shut, I slowed my movements from a frenzy to a slow burn, getting closer, closer-

Phil pulled his fingers away, once again pinning my wrists so that I couldn’t move. I wanted to scream, or cry, or anything that would show how sexually frustrated I was feeling.

“Please… Daddy, please, please..” He tugged me down into another kiss, but this one was gentle and sweet as he moved me up to sit on his stomach instead of his hips. I was vaguely aware of some fumbling on his part, as well as a couple groans, but I was far too invested in rambling constant pleads against his lips. Abruptly, he broke away, instead moving to pant against my neck as the wet sound of skin on skin picked up from behind me.

The hypersensitive skin jumped to life under his heavy breathing, somehow turning me on even more than I already was. Which was ridiculous, considering that I was almost at my breaking point. Phil, always one step ahead of me, gave a quiet noise of pleasure as his other hand snuck back to my length.

“I wish… Wish I could just have m-my way with you here,” He gasped, twisting his hand in a way that made me choke on my own breathing. It was a few seconds before his words registered, my comprehensive skills sluggish from his touch. The coil of heat in my stomach tightened as I considered various images flashing through my mind.

“Do it,” I whimpered, bucking my hips forwards into his fist. He simply groaned and sped up his hands, pushing me towards my climax as fast as he could.

“Not now… Gotta be special for your first time,” He rambled weakly. I was about to protest, even beg if it came to it, when Phil simultaneously sucked the skin on the side of my neck into his mouth and slid his thumb through my slit.

I came with a mewl, spilling over his fingers, a constant stream of Daddy and Phil bursting from my lips. Sometime during when I was coming down from my high, my lower back was painted with streaks of white as Phil fell over the edge after me. Once my haziness had cleared, I was assaulted with overstimulation due to the fingers which were still working over me just as feverishly as before.

“N-n-no… Hnng- too much! T-too mu-uch…” I writhed in discomfort. Phil watched with a fascinated look for a few more seconds before he finally withdrew his fingers and let me collapse on top of him.

“Hot,” He whispered to himself, and I couldn’t help but blush. My eyelids felt heavy, my energy spent, and I hummed gratefully when he pulled a blanket up to cover our bodies. Pressing a tentative kiss to my forehead, he spoke again. “How was that? Okay?”

“I don’t think anything is supposed to feel that good. You’ve ruined sex forever, I bet.” I grumbled. “Why do you have to be so annoying, and hot. God, you make me wanna become a camboy just so I can watch you watch me tease myself.”

I didn’t even realize what my exhausted mind had said until Phil chuckled, pulling my body flush against his in a tight embrace. “You’d be into that?”

I was going to die of embarrassment, I was sure. “I… Maybe, I don’t know?” I squeaked. He rubbed comforting circles into my hips, likely noticing how mortified I felt.

“Mm… Kinky. Not sure if I could share you, though…” He mused. “What about a sexy Skype call? Would that satisfy you?” Was he actually serious? Arousal swirled between my legs, but I was too tired to actually think about a round two. But god, that’d be hot…

My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own at this point. “Yeah, wanna show you how hard you get me.” Phil’s fingers tightened on my hips, clearly visualizing what I might do. He huffed out a heavy breath.

“Saturday work for you?”

“Yeah.” I yawned, snuggling into his chest with a content sigh. Maybe I was tired, maybe it was post-orgasm Dan talking, but I couldn’t help adding one more thing. “Daddy?”

Phil’s breath caught in his throat. “Yes, sweetheart?” I smirked to myself, knowing exactly how to make him look forwards to this just as much as I already was.

“Wait until you see my lace.”

Of Tiger Diamonds & Dripping Gold (M)

word count: 7.1k

genre: smut; slumlord/pimp! au + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

warning(s): mentions and depictions of murder, blood, drugs, prostitution, slurs, very rough sex and all else that comes along with being a pimp/slumlord. please don’t read if this or anything along these lines bothers you, thank you.

a/n: there are several warnings with this fic, it is drastically different than my usual writings and therefore i feel as if i should warn readers before hand so please make sure to read them before reading the fic.  

masterlist

Keep reading

4

messing around with the witch au lovesquare in some pretty color palettes from this

CS FF: Second Chances

Summary: Killian comes clean to Emma and David.  He then gets a second chance at proposing to Emma the right way.

Rating: G

Note: So I was less than pleased with the way that proposal went down.   I’m hoping they right their wrong in the next couple of episodes.  But, until then, this is how I would like for it to go.   Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Second Chances: Part 1/1…

Emma woke up with a smile on her face.  Her eyes slowly fluttered open and landed on her engagement ring, the sun making the diamond sparkle.  She turned over, anxious to welcome her fiancé to a new day.  To the beginning of their lives together.  The smile slid from Emma’s lips as her gaze landed on his empty spot beside her. She ran her hand along the imprint of his form, finding it cold.  

Emma got out of bed and made her way downstairs.  She found Killian sitting at the kitchen table. The smile reappeared on her lips as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and settling her chin on his shoulder.

“I was hoping to wake up next to my new fiancé today,” she said, kissing his neck.

Killian squeezed his eyes closed.

“Apologies, love.  I had difficulty sleeping.”

“I have trouble sleeping when I’m excited too.”

Emma sat down next to him and his eyes moved to her engagement ring.  He had been so excited to give it to her, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like it did.  He didn’t want to begin their life together with this terrible secret between them. He knew he could very well lose her for good, but it was a risk he knew he had to take.

Killian swallowed roughly as he met her eyes.

“Emma, there’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

This time, Emma didn’t miss the conflicted and upset look in his eyes. She took his hand in hers.  

“Whatever it is, just tell me.  We’ll get through it together, like we always do.”

His tongue lashed at his lips. “I-

Just then, Emma’s cell phone rang.  She picked it up off the table, sighing heavily.  "Sorry, it’s my dad.”

Killian blew out a breath as she answered the phone.

“Hi, Dad.  What’s going on?”  Emma let out a groan as she listened to her father.  "Okay, I’ll be right there.“

She hung up the phone and met Killian’s eyes.

"Everything okay, love?”

“The Evil Queen is back.”

“Well, that certainly can’t be good.”

Emma shook her head. “Nope.” She paused, eyeing him.  "I’m sorry, but I really have to get down to the station.  Can we talk about this tonight?“

Killian nodded, simultaneously relieved for the reprieve and terrified that he wouldn’t gain the courage he needed to tell her a third time.

"Of course, love,” he said.

“Great,” she replied, placing a kiss on his lips.  She pulled back and met his eyes, as she squeezed his hand. “And Killian?  Don’t worry.  There’s nothing you could ever say to me that would make me not want to marry you or love you any less.”

Killian managed a weak smile, but no response, as she released his hand and headed to the stairs. He could only hope that was true.

Keep reading

these panels

these panels honestly physically hurt me

Bakugou is basically saying that Izuku is not allowed to lose. he can’t. he has All Might helping him, dammit, and he’s not allowed to lose when the strongest person in the world is helping him.

but it also means Bakugou is holding Izuku up to his own personal expectations, now. Bakugou isn’t allowed to lose. after that first exam, he vowed to never lose again. but now he’s holding Izuku up to those standards–Izuku is not allowed to lose, not even against him

he’s starting to hold Izuku up to is own exceptions of what a hero should be. of what All Might was. someone who never loses.

in his own way here, Bakugou is encouraging Izuku. he’s giving him his support, in a backhanded way. and Izuku understands that. he knows that losing to Bakugou hurt Bakugou more than it hurt him.

because Izuku… he’s got All Might’s support. he’s got all of All Might’s powers. and yet… he lost to Bakugou. All Might is weak now, he can’t fight anymore–but Izuku can. and Bakugou won’t tolerate Izuku losing. 

Izuku has to start winning now. to do otherwise… maybe to Bakugou, it would bring shame to what All Might represents to him; an unstoppable hero. he can’t have that.

Izuku has to get stronger and live up to that legacy that he’s carrying now.

and what’s sad is that Bakugou still feels weak. he just beat Izuku, and he still feels weak. he still feels responsible for what happened.

it could be that he’s putting all these hopes and expectations on Izuku because he’s starting to feel like he’s not worthy of being number one anymore. he’s starting to lose some faith in himself. 

hopefully future events will happen that’ll restore his self confidence, because this kid sorely needs it.

anyway i’m just gonna cry now b/c i love my son so much

Thanks Valdez

ask : Could you make a Percy imagine where the reader is badly injured in a fight and almost dies? and when she wakes up, Percy is so happy, and just cuddles her, and makes her happy and all that?

well, I really hope you like this and it doesn’t disappoint :)

warning : slight language

You didn’t know how it happened. Percy gets to do it all the time, so you can fight monsters too, right?

Well, let’s just say, you didn’t expect any of this to happen.

“Y/N! On your left!” Connor Stoll shouted. You dodged the attack from the cyclops, stabbing up with your dagger, leaving a cut that oozed gold blood running from his shoulder blade to his chest.

You wrinkled your nose. You’ll never get used to that.

“On your right Y/N!” Travis shouted, and you groaned, ducking and attacking again.

“Can’t you guys do something?” You complained lowly, blowing out the (h/c) strands that fell in your face. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Connor smirk at you. You shuddered.

That smirk never meant anything good.

“C'mon, we are helping!” Connor shouted.

“Yeah, we’re telling you what to do!” Travis finished. You gritted your teeth, wondering why you became best friends with the Stoll brothers. Stamping your feet, you turned to Connor.

“Can’t you at least help-”

Your sentence never got finished. A short, strained gasp escaped your lips, as you looked down. The cyclops’s spiked club collided with your stomach.

“Y/N!!” Both brothers screamed. The club was ripped from your stomach, leaving a dark trail of blood in its wake. You felt lightheaded.

“Shit. Travis, take her to Solace-” Connor gritted his teeth, glancing down at your injuries. “Percy’s gonna kill us.” He muttered, before grabbing the dagger from your hand. Travis scooped you up in a fireman’s carry. You clutched your stomach, maroon blood drenching your right hand.

“Stay with me Y/N. Don’t pass out, okay?” Travis said, walking through the borders of camp quickly. You replied with a weak response, and you weren’t even sure if he heard you.

“TRAVIS!!” An angered shout rang throughout camp, and Travis jumped, nearly dropping you. You knew that voice better than anyone.

“Shit.” He whispered, and blonde hair came into your sight.

“Travis what happened?” Will asked, taking you from his arms. Your eyelids felt heavy, and you coughed slightly.

“Is this really how I die.” You spoke in a monotone voice. Travis laughed nervously, as you watched his blue eyes focus on something behind you.

“You’re not dying. Me on the other hand? Maybe.” He laughed again, and you struggled to look over Will’s shoulder.

There, in all of his anger and glory, was none other than Percy Jackson. You sent a worried look Will’s way. “Alright Jackson-” Will sent a small nod your way, a small smile spreading across his freckled face. “Come with me. We don’t want three demigods injured in the Infirmary.” Will chuckled, before walking with you in his arms.

Percy grumbled in protest, the whole short way to the Infirmary. You couldn’t help but laugh, he’s so protective over everyone, it makes you wonder how he even remembers to take care of himself.

“What’s so funny?” Percy asked, as Will set you down on one of the beds. You laughed again, as he grabbed one of your hands.

“You are. Mr. I’ll Kill Anyone Who Hurts Who I Love.” You laughed again. “Calm it down hot shot, I’ll be alright.” He smiled sheepishly down at you.

“Okay, I’m not going to even sugarcoat this at all. This is gonna hurt.” Will winced, and you groaned, managing to hold a death grip on Percy’s hand. He chuckled, his thumb running over your knuckles.

“Fuck-” You gasped, before darkness enveloped your vision.

“Leo, get off of her.” You heard a familiar annoyed voice. Your eyes opened, and you squinted at the bright light, before looking into dark brown eyes. Leo was on your lap, his nose pressed against yours, a wide, lopsided smile on his face.

“Apparently you don’t understand personal space Valdez.” You said weakly.

“SHE’S ALIVE!!” He called dramatically, falling back onto your legs. You laughed slightly, before being pulled into an embrace, where Percy squeezed the living Tartarus out of you.

“Can’t-breathe-” You huffed out, and Percy pulled back.

“Sorry, I just-” He softened up, shooting you a soft smile, that you couldn’t help but love. “You’re okay.” He sighed in relief.

“Duh, she has a good doctor. You all do.” Will waltzed in, handing you a glass with a straw. Nectar.

“Anyway-” Leo scoffed, “- your boyfriend over here wouldn’t stop worrying about you for two days straight, even though I specifically told him you’ll be fine.” Leo shot a look Percy’s way. “And what do ya know, look who’s right again.” He smirked.

“Shut up, Valdez.” Percy blushed bright red. You chuckled slightly, looking at Percy over the rim of the glass. His sea green eyes met your own.

“And that’s my cue to leave.” Leo stood up, patting your shoulder. “Get well chica. Can’t have Percy worrying too much, can we?” The Latino winked playfully, and ran out, before Percy chucked a pillow at the slammed door.

“He’s annoying.” Percy laughed sheepishly. You shrugged, smirking at him while taking another sip of the nectar.

“Isn’t everyone?” You asked playfully, and Percy scoffed, burying you in another hug. You yelped in surprise, before he grabbed you and held you close.

“I’m hurting the Stolls.” He muttered into your hair after a few minutes of silence. You smiled, closing your eyes wistfully, while pressing a kiss against his cheek.

“Perseus Jackson, you will be doing nothing of the sort.” You looked up, into his eyes, and he shot a smirk down at you.

“I would never hurt them. Scouts honor.” He crossed his fingers and held them up sarcastically, making you laugh.

“So we’re scouts now?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He smiled at you, pulling you close, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“We’re whatever you want us to be.”

- Nezzie
His Last Request - Pt. 8: An Exciting Breakfast

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: “Panic attack hangover,” nosy neighbors, fluff on fluff

Word Count: 5100ish

Summary: Dean and The Reader adjust to their new “apple-pie-life”

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me during my long hiatus. I’m not super proud of this chapter as I was a little rusty from my long break but hopefully its alright. It’s the fluffiest chapter I’ve written for this series so it felt a little awkward to me tbh Thank you @torn-and-frayed for helping me think up a name for the nosy neighbor OC haha Hope yall enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated!

x

Masterlist

“Wawa….Wawa…”

You grimaced and scrunched your eyes together even harder as you felt tiny fingers poking your face.

“Wawa…Wawa! Wake up, Wawa!”

“Nooo, I don’t wanna go to Wawa…” You murmured sleepily, rolling your face into the pillow and away from the disturbance.

“Looks like she’s not budging, Jen,” You heard Dean’s voice pipe up. “Time to take some drastic measures.”

You heard Jenny giggle and your eyes shot open just as Dean yelled, “Baby Bomb!”

You felt a weight slam into your back and Jenny let out a chain of giggles in response to your “Oomph!”

“Wawa! Wake up!” She commanded, crawling up towards your head. You rolled over slowly and gently enough for Jenny to easily slide off of you and onto the mattress. You noticed Dean sitting at the edge of the bed laughing at you.

“What happened to ‘I got her, you just go back to sleep.’” You whined, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Breakfast happened,” Dean chuckled.

Keep reading

calledchaos  asked:

You know what? I'm having a hard time picturing how I wanna Lena to find out about Supergirl. What's your best scenario?

oh no i have many thoughts on this 

this is gonna get long

fandom seems to have this idea that lena ~~~~knooooows~~~~ already, due to her being a super genius and kara being about as subtle as an anvil falling on your head

but lena has lived her life in a series of denial states

maybe her mom doesn’t hate her as much as it seems

maybe her brother isn’t as evil as he’s acting 

maybe she doesn’t like girls the way her heart says

(i shant be stopped, lena be gay as hell) 

so i think when kara is somehow revealed to her - and honestly the how is secondary to me, i’d be fine if it was in the heat of battle or a heartfelt confession or a hilarious slip up - i think (hope) lena would be a little heartbroken 

not because kara hid from her, she gets that

but because it was just another truth she decided to deny 

and if that were to be a thing - lena denying the truth because for her the truth has more often than not hurt - then finding out someone who she so hoped was not supergirl, despite the signs, IS supergirl would probably be pretty rattling 

and that’s where i get super interested 

where she’s not mad at kara

she’s mad at herself 

and kara catches a glimpse about lena, into the deep hopefulness that makes her who she is, and from that maybe kara can help lena realize her hopefulness isn’t a bad trait

maybe she denied kara was supergirl for a long time, perhaps in the hope that she had befriended more than one person 

but isn’t the key to that hope

and how cool would that be if when lena finds out kara is supergirl and after the shock of it wears off, she (with kara’s help) realizes she’s the most optimistic girl on this damn earth 

she hopes despite all evidence to the contrary 

and kara being supergirl isn’t like those other truths she denied 

this one feels good 

it feels right

(just like the one about her heart)

((though her heart probably will deny loving kara a little longer))

I don’t believe in the saying “weren’t meant to be” when discussing a relationship that ended. I understand it as a useful coping mechanism, but to me the universe is only in control to an extent. I feel like we are all on paths created for us that are flexible. Now don’t get me wrong, there are certain couples that shouldn’t be together. But the phrase “weren’t meant to be” takes away all the blame from the people in the situation by blaming the universe and saying their actions were justified because it’s what the universe wanted. I don’t think this is the case at all. I think in relationships even if two people are constantly dealing with road blocks set up by the universe, if they work together and want their relationship bad enough they can fight to make the universe listen and agree. I think saying “weren’t meant to be” is a weak response to the failure of two people to care enough and try to save their relationship.


I really thought we were worth saving.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.


This wasn’t… This wasn’t supposed to happen.


If Gabriel had just–


If he’d just been there–


Gabriel groans, pulling Jack up, his arms hooked and locked under the blonde’s armpits as he drags the limp figure across the rubble and dirt, panting harshly. “C'mon, Jack, it’s not far, stay with me, I’ve got you,” He rambles, despite the fact he’s sure Jack is completely unconscious, or is far too delirious to understand. He pulls him behind the nearest remains of a building, just a stone wall and scaffolding that will have to do.


They don’t have anywhere else, dammit.


Gabriel pulls the blonde to his chest, cursing as he glances down at Jack, blood staining his camouflage uniform. They’re both covered in grime and dirt and gunpowder–there’s no way in hell that Jack’s gunshot wound isn’t going to be infected. There just isn’t.


But he needs to hope. 


Bullets fly past Gabriel’s ducked head as he wriggles his bowie knife from his boot, cursing loudly whenever it flies free. He snags it from the dirt, wiping his sweat drenched face with the back of his palm as he leans over Jack, cutting open the man’s shirt as he simultaneously pushes away his gear with his spare hand. Fuck.


“Goddammit, rubia, why didn’t you just let me take the bullet?” He says weakly, a shudder of revulsion running through him as he stares at the gap of missing flesh through Jack’s lower stomach, blood gushing cleanly. Fuck, he needs to put something on it. He’s risking infection, he knows, but he can’t worry about that right now. He needs to stop, at least slow, the bleeding. Gabriel pulls off his harness and dumps it onto the ground, tugging off his jacket and pulling off his shirt, the cleanest thing he’s got at the moment. He tears a clean strip from the article, then another, one of which he folds and presses lightly over the blonde’s wound. 


“Okay, Jack, work with me,” He grunts, lifting the man’s torso up as easily as he can, the blonde giving a hazy, weak groan in response to the movement. He supposes that’s a good sign–means the man is alive. Gabriel hushes him softly, reaching for the other strip of cloth and wrapping it around his waist, tying it into place. He reaches for the shirt with his free hand, doing the same thing while he holds Jack. Gabriel gets as many layers of bandage on as he can, slowly propping Jack up against the wall and just taking a moment to breathe.


His blood is pumping so hard he can feel it in his throat, his limbs somehow heavy and stronger than they’ve ever been. It’s adrenaline and exhaustion and anxiety and fear, all driving through Gabriel. He can’t think about that, right now, not with the few splotches of red he sees through Jack’s makeshift bandage. “Fuck,” He breathes quietly, wiping his brow once again and moving forward, applying pressure to the wound.


Jack gasps, letting out a scream of pain, chest heaving as his hands scramble weakly in the rock and dirt beneath him. Gabriel winces, hushing him softly. “Sorry, Jack,” He says, quietly, watching as a few tears squeeze out the man’s baby blue eyes and fall down his cheeks. The blonde shakes his head, wordlessly, trying to regain the wind the pain had knocked out of him in his weakened state.


“S'okay, Gabe…” He says, when he can, watching as the dark skinned man slides as close as he can, wrapping his arm around Jack’s shoulder, the other laid over his stomach, hand pressed firmly to the material.


“How you feeling, boy scout?” There’s no lightening the atmosphere, but Gabriel… He needed to see that soft little smile spread across Jack’s cheeks. He really did.


“About as good as I look,” He chuckles, weakly, looking up at the man softly. He shifts, slightly, giving a small grunt of pain, gritting his teeth together. Gabriel makes an alarmed voice, trying to get the man to stop moving. Jack just shakes his head, going limp as soon as he’s got his head on Gabriel’s shoulder and an arm thrown over the man weakly.


They both know what’s coming.


“So… Great?” He says, lightly, nuzzling against the man’s dirty, bloodstained hair, his gut twisted into knots. He’s going to start crying soon, and he hates it.


Jack rolls his eyes, smiling, ignoring the fact that the bleeding still hasn’t stopped and is seeping through the bandage and all over Gabriel’s fingers. “Yeah.”


They sit in silence for a long, long time, so many things to say, but none being voiced. It wouldn’t… Wouldn’t be worth it, to waste their time together. The last of it. Jack knows as well as Gabriel, the blonde’s eyes getting heavy and his breathing slowing dangerously.


“Hey… Gabe…?” The blonde says, fingers curled around his side tightly, the man’s brows furrowed and his eyes watery.


“What?” He’s choked up.


“I…You know I love you… Right?”


“I do. I love you too, Jack.”


“Glad… I got to… Hear you say it…” Jack breathes, quietly, a few tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. Gabriel is no better, wiping his tears from his own cheeks with his palm. He’s grateful that he’s here, though, as much as it pains him.


He wouldn’t ever desire for Jack to die alone.


Gabriel leans down, pressing a slow, soft kiss to the man’s lips, Jack kissing back the best he is able to. When they pull away, the last thing he sees before Jack’s eyes fall closed for the last time is a smile on the man’s face.


He’s gone.


It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

merlin-of-gallifrey  asked:

What do you think the hug means in the context of operation out? You previously discussed how the touch Emma and Regina share fits the narrative of someone in a comatose/vegetative state, but now a hug seems to break the rules there? Or do you think this is happening perhaps in Snow's dream world? Also, thanks for sharing your positivity and theories!

Hey!

I don’t like posting incomplete theories, but I’ll share the bits and pieces of what I think has been going on this season, because it’s so good for us, actually. Everything under this is my current hypothetical based on first impressions.


What’s been happening this season is that Emma is starting to wake up. Her subconscious recreates what’s happening to her in little summaries. The wish realm showed us what happened since the Pilot. She’s slowly sunk into a dream world where she lost her memories and tried to live up to her fairy tale parents’ expectations. The Emma she remembered was the Emma we first met.

Snow & Charming’s sleeping curse reflects her current state where she’s half awake, half asleep. Emma is their heart. That’s why I suspect they’ll break their sleeping curse, but get stuck on the sleeping side. It’s what happened to Emma, it would be another clue for her that it’s possible to think you have broken a curse while you haven’t. It gives them the opportunity to do a marriage and a musical. It’ll clue people in that something’s up… while still having Emma marry her Animus figure and thus making peace with herself.


That’s the bigger picture in a nutshell, let’s zoom in on the hug.

In this wish realm there was a choice to go back to the dream world - go through the portal - or stay with Regina who was going after Robin. Emma made her choice, she chose Regina and the world that seems less real to her than the current one - reality. 

Robin - I assume - is/was Regina’s boyfriend in the real world, but he is also a self-insert for Emma. That’s why it’s difficult to understand what this character is about. Emma really dislikes him and thinks he isn’t right for Regina - on top of her jealousy, I think he is a lawyer who screwed up Emma’s case or something - so we get all these scenes where he becomes the character to ask the not-so-smart questions. In other moments he has conversations with Regina where Emma expresses what she would like to say to Regina through him. I think what died last season was Regina’s image of the man. She ended her projections and now she’s dealing with reality Robin. So that’s what’s going on with Regina emotionally and it’s mixed up -as usual - with what’s going on with Emma.

When Emma and Regina didn’t take the portal back, everything changed. Instead they went back through the wardrobe. We saw Emma go through the wardrobe in the Pilot, when she had the accident. Going through it again symbolized Emma getting closer to consciousness. She’s crossing over.

Emma is probably starting to sit up and make real eye-contact. Maybe she’s uttering some words, but she’s still very far gone. Meanwhile Regina has been living for years fighting this battle with her and for her. Regina feels like she knows Emma. She’s researched Emma’s life, she’s done the coma work where they talk through gestures and touches. Where someone taught her to interpret the fluttering of Emma’s eyelashes and twitching of a finger. She feels like she knows Emma intimately and similarly, she has shared a lot of herself with Emma she hasn’t told anyone… but suddenly Emma is waking up and she can’t be certain of anything anymore. 

Now keep that in mind and think about Emma’s perspective. Her mind is constantly working to make a mash-up of her fairy tale world and the real world. As she gets closer to the real world, we get more and more snippets of real conversations and she has to work harder to make sense of what she really sees around her. What we’ve seen was always reality-related, but you have to imagine it’s becoming less and less warped. Conversations and people’s actions very close to the real world.

Regina is one of the people she has the most contact with. Suddenly Regina’s acting really strange to her in reality. Regina’s acting like she doesn’t really know her. All this time Regina has been talking to her like a normal person. Snarky, telling her things. Suddenly, because Regina sees the signs of Emma waking up, she’s talking to her like they’re acquaintances who sorta know each other. It doesn’t add up for Emma. She doesn’t understand the change in Regina. So what happens in Emma’s mind? First we have the wish realm where she’s lost her memories, that initially explains Regina’s actions.

…but even though she’s starting to remember who she is - which was significant and to be taken literally - Regina keeps being really weird. This can’t be about her, so it must be that Robin has come back, but he’s a different Robin who looks like Robin… Yes, that’s it. That’s who Regina’s talking to.

So when Regina and Emma came back through the closet…. that’s when Emma left her own Narnia. She crossed a boundary of wakefulness. She’s probably starting to sit up. Robin in this instance was simply Emma as well. He only appears after she leaves… and that’s when the first hug between Emma and Regina actually happens.

First it’s Regina just acting on emotion. She knows Emma, the thing nobody expected is happening, she’s still alive and now she’s actually waking up. Regina carries all this guilt about Emma’s car crash - it was the middle of the night and she’d given her a drink before she left. It’s just her first instinct. “You’re finally back.” She’s fought so hard for this woman, risking everything… and there she is suddenly. It’s a heartfelt hug full of emotion. She knows Emma, they’ve been in this together.

…but Emma’s still really weak. She isn’t very responsive yet, this is a very slow and gradual process. You can see it hit Regina. All the questions she has no answers to. How much does Emma know? How did she perceive all this? Does she feel the same about their bond, about their fight, their journey? She realizes that she has no idea how much Emma knows, how she perceived all of this, how she really feels… and how the image she has of her compares to reality.

…then she pulls back. Self-conscious, not sure how to proceed. She apologizes for maybe overstepping. Emma isn’t strong and aware enough to reassure her. She’s there and not there.


Then the conversation between Mary Margaret and Regina further reinforces they are really talking about Emma.


Mary Margaret: Regina what were you thinking, how could you bring him here?
Regina: You weren’t there. He was miserable in his world and he wanted a fresh start and I’m just trying to help him.
Mary Margaret: But you don’t know who he is. Looking like Robin Hood doesn’t make him the same person. Trust me, I once kissed David’s twin, world of difference.
Regina: We’ve barely even talked.
Mary Margaret: Well, there’s some things you should probably tell him, like for example he has a daughter.
Regina: It’s not his daughter.
Mary Margaret: Exactly my point, they’re different people.
Regina: But there could be a part of him in there. He was able to cross into the real world, that has to mean something.
Mary Margaret: Regina I want this to work out for you, you deserve this. I’m worried.
Regina: Yeah. Me too.


This is very close to reality. They’re worried because Regina has no idea how close the reality of who Emma is will be compared to the expectations. Not only did she only talk to Emma very briefly before the car crash, she’s gotten to know her through talking to people who knew her, through files and research. She knows her because they have been fighting together and Emma reached out to her… but they don’t know how Emma’s going to come out of this. Will she be the same person after brain damage? It’s all up in the air. They haven’t been able to talk much yet, Regina can’t really gauge the situation. 

And then there is the issue of Henry’s custody. They share custody - it’s what happened during Going Home and it was represented by Snow & Charming’s heart split. I’m not 100% clear on the why behind it, but I think it was partly about keeping Henry - the small print on the adoption was what Mr Gold blackmailed Regina with during season one - that’s what the “Please” was about. And on the other hand legalizing Emma’s ties to Henry so they could take care of her and make decisions on her behalf to keep her alive.

Of course now imagine this unusual situation for Regina where she has to tell Emma - who for all she knows may want nothing to do with them - that she now has a son. And at the same time she is terrified that she will want Henry and they will disagree on parenting him, but she has legal custody. It’s a terrifying situation for her.


That’s what’s going on in reality. The hug is actually a good way to show how cyclical this show is. How we get the same experience from a very different perspective to process all the emotions behind it.

Of course, Emma wanted to frame this hug between the two of them as well, but it had to make sense in her current reality… one where she is marrying Hook and in denial about loving Regina. That’s where the warp happened. I think there may be a slightly darker side to his, because I think this is Emma’s jealousy. In the real world Emma is alone and she’s jealous of Robin… she’s turning the emotions around, it’s less painful for her if she imagines Regina being the one pining for her instead of the other way around. In this world Emma has it all and she’s afraid of letting that go. That’s why the hug between them was the anti-climatic one. Emma has to make all the stories match up with reality and they still have to mean something on an emotional level. 

Last but not least, we had the hug between Regina and the Evil Queen - which was very much about Regina starting to love herself and looking at her past with compassion… but a part of it was also once again processing that first hug and how much it meant to Emma. There are now three instances triggered by the same event, the first hug. 

Emma has a troubled past that Regina and Henry know about and it was one thing for them to fight for her when she was completely helpless and in a vegetative state… It’s another thing for them to keep her in their life when she’s awake. The Evil Queen represents Emma’s Id. Her essential self… and Regina hugged her. She hugged her anyway in spite of everything she knows. She told her they are in each other’s lives now, because of Henry, whether either of one likes it or not and that means something. Regina doesn’t treat her differently now that she’s waking and… Emma…. now she has that tiny sliver of hope that maybe this family is going to keep her. 

…and excuse me while I go cry in the corner.

anonymous asked:

I had a thought about the Epilogue, so consider: Naruto doesn't even /realize/ he's unhappy. Like, as a kid his life kinda skipped over Unhappy & went straight into Fucking Miserable, so just this general Dissatisfaction & Unhappiness is something he isn't really capable of identifying? Which rolls right into Naruto having Depression, in the "Weak emotional responses unless they're INTENSE" sort of way, & someone taking him aside (probably Tsunade?) & make him realize how dissatisfied he rly is.

This is….really plausible and also really, really sad, ouch. 

jaixny  asked:

5, 7 LANGST haha if you're still doing these! i love your writing :0

Okay, so you gave such a good prompt, that this turned into way too much for a one shot, so there’ll probably be at least another two chapters before the end. Stay tuned for more.

Klance, Gore/torture

For a moment, Lance couldn’t tell if they’d won.

It was chaos everywhere. Below them, the city was in flames. Although most of the citizens have escaped, Lance knows that they’d find more than a few bodies under those crushed buildings, most likely burned to a crisp. Some of them by laser fire. Some by boiling flame. And a few, maybe just one or two, will have been frozen to death. The other lions hovered cautiously, waiting for Shiro’s direction. A solitary battleship sputtered in the sky, with thick, black smoke spilling out of the numerous holes in its hull. Lance didn’t think they’ll have to worry much about it, and although he’d prefer to shoot it down, it was better for it to stay afloat, rather than to crash onto the town beneath it. Keith did a lap around it, and gets no response.

They let out a collective breath.

Shiro’s gaze shifted to Pidge, and then Hunk. Both of their lions had sustained heavy damage during the battle, and the resulting tumultuous flying had left Pidge with a broken arm, and Hunk with multiple bruises. Whether they had concussions or not was yet to be seen. “Pidge, Hunk, I’m going to escort you back to the castle; you need to get checked out by Coran before you start helping with the rescue and repair efforts. Keith and Lance, go check out that ship. See if you can get any information out of it before landing it, away from the city.”

“Aye-aye, Captain.” Lance said, giving Shiro a mock salute.

Keith simply nodded, and they both headed off towards the ship. The coms switched over, muting their lines with Shiro, Pidge and Hunk until they’re spoken to; Pidge had implemented that feature after listening to Lance sing for the better part of his solo mission, unable to mute him.

Lance shifted gears, and his lion zoomed forward. “Bet I can beat you there.”

“In your dreams.” Keith retorted, as Red’s thrusters fired, closing the distance between them before Lance had a chance to reply.

Keith reached the ship first, but only by a little bit (Lance was kinda proud of that. Red is physically faster than Blue, after all). And then they parked inside. And then…

Lance can’t remember what happened after that. Maybe they missed life signs inside, or maybe they’d separated and Lance had gotten lost, but whatever had happened next has left him alone in a tiny, cold cell. He still has his Paladin armor, which is a good thing, but his helmet isn’t receiving a signal. Great.

Keep reading

Life of the Zodiacs #2

Didn’t Get a Chance to Read Part One? Go Read it Here :)


“What do you mean the wait is forty minutes?!“ Aries screeched at the frightened waiter facing opposite of her.

He gulped and nervously tapped his fingers against the podium in front of him, "W-Well, we’re very busy tonight ma'am, and your group is just so large we don’t have the room for all of you at the moment.”

“Let’s just go Aries,” Taurus leaned against Libra. “I’m hungry and we obviously aren’t going to be able to eat here. Let’s just go somewhere else.”

“Fine,” Aries glared at the waiter one last time before storming out of the restaurant.

Cancer sighed, “Where are we going to eat now? That was the only place left with decent food.”

Everyone stood in silence. They had already visited multiple restaurants that night, but to no avail. Everywhere was either full or the wait time was too long. Capricorn had been so busy that day he hadn’t had the time to make a reservation anywhere, something he was cursing himself for.

Aries’ face lit up, “How about-”

She was cut off by an unanimous “No” by everyone else. Despite what her fit figure would suggest, the only places Aries ate at were fast food restaurants.

Keep reading

oh my god, tempted by mcu fic ideas for the first time in a million years

nope. nope, not doing it. not even gonna entertain it.

EXCEPT I STARTED ENTERTAINING IT IN THE TAGS BUT THAT GOT WAY TOO LONG FAST, FUCK


but just–darcy though; she’s not gonna be in the next thor movie bc tptb always considered her a vestigial jane attachment anyways. and since natalie’s not coming back (for good reasons of course) then why would they bother bringing back the snarky sidekick?

but like, imagine in-verse something similar-ish happens? it would obviously depend on the in-universe explanation of why jane has up and disappeared and isn’t in this movie, but say jane and darcy for whatever reasons split ways. necessity or misfortune or darcy wants to take another stab at her own career field again. 

only things don’t work out.

it’s a shit economy and she’s been noodling around for like five years AFTER completing her polisci degree, and let’s face it her resume in the interim is–well–eccentric.

she’d expected job hunting not to be EASY, but impossible? well that caught her off guard.

so she’s in some city of relative size, not even new york because she couldn’t afford the rent anymore. she’s barely hearing from jane these days because jane’s on a project and it’s a stroke of luck if jane foster remembers to eat or wash her hair when she’s in High Science Mode, much less respond to email and text. erik started corresponding with her less and less the more he started coping, and that was BEFORE he got some new fancy secret government job.

things have gotten rough and she’s working crap jobs, maybe waitressing maybe retail, just trying to pay bills and figure out how the hell her life came THIS CLOSE to superheroes and alien demigods and action and adventure and things Really Happening, and still ended up HERE of all places.

she reads the headlines on her phone and she watches clips of the action on youtube, and she feels like she somehow fell out of the life she really should have been living, if she’d just found a way to hold on to it, to be invaluable, to seize opportunity, to really MATTER.

and she watched with despair as the sokovia thing and then corresponding accords happened, (and not a little outraged ranting about the absurd political maneuvering of it all and oh my god tony stark what are you DOING) and then it all went a little bit quiet for just a little while.

and a while later she’s busing tables or restocking pastries at a cafe or diner that pays a third of her rent, and clocks two shady as fuck beefy dudes at the table in the corner (backs to the walls eyes on the entrances/exits).

they seem to think they’re low profile with their ballcaps and hoodies and giant sunglasses and newspapers, but darcy lewis got within five feet of that star spangled square jaw one time and even said hi, and he keeps coming in with a short muscley black guy or the mangy looking brunette with the unseasonably long sleeves and gloves and that godawful haircut, and she is Not Stupid. 

but being Not Stupid means knowing steve rogers and friends are considered international fugitives, though she thinks for a moment–a breathless, adrenaline-buzzing moment–that they might somehow be here, in her shitty little diner/cafe in her mediocre little city ON PURPOSE–because she is.

Keep reading