‘…the volunteer called Clif…over to check it out. He said Jensen wishes he looked like that. I gave it to the handler and she starts giggling. Clif is waiting for Jensen to see it. She hands it to Jensen and he starts laughing. He says I wish I had guys who looked like that to wash my car. He signs it but keeps staring at it for like a minute and finally gives it back.
I get in line for Jared….Jared’s handler who seems like a tough chick said ‘what the fuck!’ and then apologised and said Jared still kind of looks like that. She hands it to Jared and he’s like ‘oh my God’. Then he takes out his phone, scrolls through something and looks at the art again….Jared is comparing himself in a shirtless picture on his phone to a shirtless drawing of himself!!! He’s wondering why Jensen has the better abs. He signs it and tells me to draw him with more abs next time. I’m thinking ‘I didn’t draw it!’ but say ok I will!’
‘I had seen [Jared] exclaiming over a girl’s art…From what I could see, I think there was a shirtless Dean. She left and we stepped forward. I was watching Jared, but somehow I looked up when all of a sudden here comes Jensen sauntering up to Jared’s table. Watching that man walk is a religious experience. Anyway, he came right up behind Jared and grabbed him in what looked like it was going to be a headlock, but turned into a really sweet hug with Jensen’s arm around his neck and his chin on his shoulder. Jared was in the middle of signing and didn’t really react, just smiled softly….Jared then said, ‘Hey! I just saw a picture of you with abs!’ Jensen…said ‘I haven’t had abs since 1992!’ and walked out the door. Jared said ‘yeah more like 19….30′ while looking at me since Jensen was already gone.’
THIS IS ALL PURE GOLD but that last bit in particular slakes my constant thirst for Jared calling Jensen an old man (’while looking at me’ etc I DIE).
A/N: Still no smut. It’s also kind of short. But hopefully you guys like it anyway!
T'Challa heard the all too familiar sound of your voicemail starting again as he pulled the phone from his ear and sighed. He hung up then dropped the phone down on his desk and rubbed his face in frustration. He had been trying to get ahold of you for weeks now but you wouldn’t answer his calls, hell you weren’t even keeping the presents he sent you. You returned every last one of them, even the flowers. Short of actually going to your home, which he knew you didn’t want, he felt like he had tried everything.
In 20 years at my house I’ve had three sets of patio furniture. Today saw the delivery of number four.
When I was younger and money was tight I bought cheap plastic stuff. It was white, at first. Then it got ugly.
That was followed by an aluminum set. The chairs had amazingly comfortable cushions. Though marked “weatherproof” they faded after years in the sun. The tabletop was glass. Shockingly, despite two active young boys in the home and occasional strong summer storms it never broke. Eventually it got ugly. It was still functional so I gave it away via Craigslist.
An old man arrived with a minivan filled with (him: treasures, me: junk). I laughed wondering where he thought he’d fit four chairs and a table. For ten minutes he rustled around. He was magician-like in his ability to make a patio set disappear into an otherwise full vehicle.
The third set, of which you can see part of a chair on the right, came free from a neighbor when she got new furniture. It’s held up OK but I worry that it’s going to leave a rust mark on the patio. The chairs are a tiny bit wobbly. I want wider armrests too.
Today the items you see here were delivered. They’re constructed of “boards” made from recycled pop bottles. You know how much I love recycling. I’m positively tingling today from that big smooch Gaia just gave me.
This furniture is guaranteed for 35 years. It won’t fade in the sun. In fact it can stay outside on the patio year round. Previous tables and chairs I moved under a roof overhang to protect them from snow over the winter.
The set is “counter height.” That’s why the chairs have footrests. Taller than dining height, lower than bar height – this is the baby bear of table height.
Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
The next few minutes were a blur of me screaming expletives
shrilly at Steve. “STEVEN FUCKING GRANT ROGERS – YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled as
I punched him in the arm.
“Hey! We could wreck! Maybe take it out on me later?” he
asked as he rolled his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked – trying to keep my voice
level and failing miserably.
He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Look – I’ve known Buck
for a long time. He’s miserable without you, but he thinks you’re better off
without him. He was driving himself crazy about it but refused to even listen
to Tony when he said he knew where you were. He’s stubborn – there’s just no
way around it,” he explained defensively – keeping an eye on me to make sure no
further punches were in his immediate future.
“So… so he has no idea I’m coming?” I asked nervously as I
chewed on my bottom lip.
“No,” Steve responded matter-of-factly. “But I can assure
you he will be relieved when he sees you,” he added.
“Steve, pull over for a second,” I choked out as pure panic
“Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t drive!” he whined.
“Pull over!” I yelled. The urgency in my voice finally
prompted him to oblige. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and
ran into the nearby field where I promptly fell to my knees and vomited. I
wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand as I rose unsteadily to my
feet. So Bucky didn’t initiate this. He hadn’t even tried. His best friend was
fighting for me and he wasn’t even trying. As I trudged back to the car I
wished that I had never agreed to come back. I was better off alone.
“Are you okay?” Steve asked quietly as I climbed back into
my seat and closed the door behind me.
“Why didn’t you tell me Steve?” I asked as tears pricked at
the corners of my eyes.
He was quiet for a moment before he turned to me. “Because I
knew you would never come back if I told you. What kind of friend would I be to
either of you if I sat by idly and let you both ruin this?” When I looked into
his eyes I knew that he meant it. He wanted so desperately for things to be
fixed, but for some reason I doubted it would ever happen. I smiled at him
weakly as he pulled the car back onto the interstate. The sudden feeling of
panic had completely drained my energy. I resolved myself to finally lay my
head back down on my makeshift pillow and close my eyes wearily. Within minutes
I had fallen fast asleep.
“Y/N,” Steve whispered as he shook me softly. I grunted in reply.
Why was he being so persistent in trying to wake me up? I just wanted to sleep
a little longer.
“Go away,” I muttered grumpily as I tried to shoo his hands
away from my arm.
“We’re here,” he finally said out of exasperation. This
caused me to wake fully with a start.
“Oh,” I muttered nervously as I looked around the parking
garage of Stark Tower. Bucky’s motorcycle was parked two spaces down – my heart
almost jumped through my chest when I saw it.
“I’ll get your bags,” Steve responded as I exited the car.
The elevator ride was mostly quiet. Even after the nearly four-hour
nap I had taken on the way to the tower I was exhausted. More than anything I
wanted to escape to my room, take a long hot shower, and rest. The idea of
seeing Bucky after the long drive was exhausting within itself. As the elevator
doors opened we were greeted with laughter from the common room.
“Yo! Y/N!” Sam yelled from the couch – waving at me. “How
was your vacation?” I smiled warmly at him and saw Tony turn to face me from
one of the many chairs in the room. He offered me a small wink of hello. He had
kept up the façade for me, god bless him, no one but those involved knew.
“It was great Sam, thanks,” I managed to respond back
“Who are you talking to?” Bucky called to Sam as he walked
out of the kitchen – Natasha following closely behind. Sam didn’t have time to
respond before Bucky’s eyes found me – the plate of food he had been carrying
fell to the floor and shattered.
“Hi Buck,” I responded quietly, averting my eyes from him.
“Dude, what the fuck? You need help carrying your food
around, grandpa?” Sam chastised as Bucky scrambled to the floor to carefully pick
up the shards of glass and food that now littered it. It gave me an easy out.
“Well the drive was exhausting so I’m… erm… gonna head to my
room to rest for awhile. I’ll be up in a few hours,” I muttered as I turned on
my heel and fled towards the hallway that led to our rooms.
“Don’t forget – team dinner and meeting at seven!” Tony
called casually behind me. I sighed as I neared my door— It wasn’t going to be
easy to hideout in my room after all.
“Are you okay?” Steve whispered as he closed the door to my
room behind him.
“Um.. yeah… I think so,” I responded lamely as I shifted
uneasily. The sight of Nat being so close to Bucky made me want to scream. “I think I’m just going to take a shower and
sleep for a few more hours. I feel exhausted,” I muttered.
“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure
you’re up for the meeting.” Steve smiled warmly at me as he opened the door.
“Will you lock the door before you close it, please?” He
smiled sadly before turning the lock and closing the door behind him.
I sighed shakily as I sat on the corner of my bed. The last
night I had spent in this room had been with Bucky and things had been so
perfect. Now everything was all twisted up, and I didn’t know if there was a
way to fix it. I pushed off the bed and headed to the shower – determined that
it was exactly what I needed.
“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” I could hear
Steve’s raised voice through the wall. Dinner was less than an hour away so I grudgingly
opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Since Bucky’s room shared a wall with
mine it was impossible to not hear the conversation that was unfolding on the
“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky responded gruffly.
“How about you try better than that?” Steve had hidden his
anger pretty well for me, but he wasn’t holding back on his friend. It was the
maddest I had ever heard him.
“Listen, I was lonely. You know what that’s like, right? She
was there, and it was just a casual thing. It happened a few times… I know I
shouldn’t have let it, but it did. I knew it was wrong so I ended it.”
“And then you did the same thing to Y/N?” Steve asked
“It… No. I know it looks the same, but it isn’t. She’s
different. It’s different with her. Well… it was different with her,” he added
“This is your mess, Buck. You better make it right with
her,” Steve added before the slam of Bucky’s door rattled the wall.
There was a gentle knock at my door that caused me to shoot
up out of the bed. “Who is it?” I asked nervously.
“It’s me,” Steve’s voice replied softly from the other side
of the door. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” I called as I grabbed a zip up sweater and put it on
absentmindedly. I opened the door and could immediately feel the tension
rolling off of Steve.
“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.
“Yeah, let’s get to dinner,” he responded as I followed him
out of the room.
Requested by anon: Sherlock x reader where Sherlock is in love with the reader but is too
afraid to say it. and one day the reader overhears him talking to John about
it. (lots of fluff) & anon: Sherlock x reader fic based on the song Certain things by James Arthur. Like
Sherlock doesn’t understand his feelings after towards her after spending time
with her and he just notices small things about her until he finally
understands his feelings. With just a lot of fluff in it?
& anon: Can I make a Sherlock request where the reader falls asleep on Sherlock’s
couch and they aren’t really dating yet and he is really sweet and gentle with
her? Like he drapes a blanket over her, or brushes the hair out of her eyes
& anon: Sherlock X reader fanfic where Sherlock accepts his feelings for reader and he
tries to impress her but he asks John first so John tries to prank him and tell
him to say a bunch of cheesy pick up lines? & anon:
Hey can I request a
Sherlock imagine with the reader where he asks her out for the first time and
he’s super super nervous and she’s kind of insecure about it?? With a lot of
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 3,703
A/N: I craved to write this ever since I found a way to mix all of the requests. I love it dearly, and I hope you do too. Also, if there are any grammar mistake (or any kind of mistake, really) I’m sorry, today was exhausting (and English isn’t my first language so…) but I was so happy I felt like writing something.
of the bomb was so loud Sherlock could only hear a high pitched and elongated
peep. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion out of a sudden. The bomb
had exploded, yes, but Sherlock could clearly see the car it had been trapped
in exploding along. The shattered glasses flying in every direction, and the
few civilians nearby being pushed by the impulse of the explosion. He turned to
his right, finding a very concerned John covering his face with his arms.
turned to his left, and found (Y/N) with her eyes fixed on the explosion.
Everything moved slower. Her knees were hurt, and she was dirty; her hair was
messy and her clothes were covered with both sweat and dirt. She wasn’t trying
to cover her face like John; instead, she was turning to look at Sherlock.
met for a split second, but it felt like bewitching ages to them. They were
worried about the other; laying on the ground as the bomb they had frantically
looked for exploded – they were too late.
his hand, trying to reach hers unconsciously. (Y/N) took his hand without
hesitation and Sherlock pulled her closer to him, not caring if her legs got
scratched with the ground, because it would be nothing compared to the damage of
being unprotected from the flying glasses.
Once in his
arms, Sherlock covered her face and upper body protectively against his chest. His
face nuzzled over her hair and he shut his eyes tightly. His arms were wrapped
around her body, and even when he was too exposed, he felt save.
went back to its regular speed. The bomb blew away many passer-by’s and the
windows from the nearest buildings. The pieces of glass got spread all over,
including Sherlock and (Y/N)’s hair. The pieces of the car that didn’t turn into
small pieces flew away, hitting many other innocents in the process. It was a
real mess, yet, it could’ve been worse.
precious seconds went by quickly. The bomb had exploded and the consequences had
been severe, but at least (Y/N) and John were fine and that was all Sherlock
impact, when they could hear again the silence of the street, (Y/N) pulled
slightly away to look at her surroundings. There were bodies all around, but
they were all alive. Sherlock was staring at her, and when (Y/N) turned to look
at him she saw something she had never seen in him before: He was worried.
i remember when i was 8 and i first saw cars in the theater.. all i wanted to see was a girl who raced like lightning so i could be just like her and i could compare myself to her and it just never really happened… now im 18 and they finally brought up a strong female character who races just like i wanted it to be when i was a kid. seriously representation matters so much when ur young its insane, im glad sum lil girls are gonna grow up seeing cruz and its gonna inspires them to achieve their dreams, its just makes me so happy. i wish i had a character like cruz to look at when i was eight.
What are your favorite zen master episodes? Both from earlier seasons and five/six
This is a blog run by lots of people, so I invite my partners to answer with their favorites too :) Mine (Nina/jacquelineshyde) would be:
Season 1, episode episode 18: Career Day. I think this is the episode when we start noticing how similar Hyde and Jackie’s deeper wounds are. They both have absent parents and they both seek for advice and attention on more loving parents they know, The Formans. In this case, Red. Who also shows us he is truly a great dad.
That small smile Hyde gives Jackie when she goes under the car again is just adorable. I also love seeing Jackie working with cars, I wish this was something that had stayed with the show.
Season 1, episode 19: Prom Night. This is when I started to ship them.
Until this episode, Hyde’s characterization was horrible for me. I didn’t like him at all until this episode happened. Because he is shown as a person who cares and respects other people’s struggles and desires. He tries to help Jackie, not because she is his friend or because he likes her, but because he can’t stand her crying and knows it’s the right thing to do.
He later makes Kelso go back to her, even knowing his stupid friend may hurt her again, because in that moment is the right thing to do. We get to see a part of Hyde we didn’t until this episode, and I love that Jackie is the first character to bring up this charcterization from Hyde. It tells you a lot, and its curious due to how things go between them later ;)
While Jackie, we see her as a real human being here. She is sad, she struggles, she wants to enjoy something like any other teenager and she is going through a hard time. She’s vulnerable but also she is shown as th strong character she is. She walks and dances, and dress up beautiful for her prom even knowing she will be seeing Kelso.
The way she compliments Hyde, makes a good observation about herself and asks to mee his mother, tells you she is more than her shallow mask. It’s good to see that.