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Prince Aladdin

i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking

aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:

genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????

but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.

and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”

“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”

and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”

and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”

“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”

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captn-sara-holmes: ANYONE HERE LIKE CLINT/STEVE? …

YES PLEASE oh god esp considering Steve’s his role model and he gets the chance to see him as a person working with him ;-;

YES Clint would initially just always be walking on eggshells, because he has to be good to be worthy of Steve, you know? But he knows exactly the kind of person he is when Steve isn’t around, and is constantly terrified Steve will finally know too.

By the time Clint’s figures out the difference between Captain America and Steve, he’s sitting in the police station with a black eye watching Steve argue with the lieutenant.

“Oh so in 1944 when I punched Nazis I was a hero, but now in 2017 it makes me just as bad as them? Punching people is equivalent to spouting genocidal rhetoric? Is that what you’re saying, sir?”

That’s the moment Clint realizes what a rash asshole Steve actually is and that they’re totally perfect for each other.

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#2 - Imagine…

Samuel Drake leaving his treasure hunting groove behind only to converge into modeling industry, in Men’s Vogue.

…and in due course of few years, his numbskull of a brother, Nathan Drake getting extremely envious of his brother. 

ml crew: ok guys we must show that mari’s character doesn’t revolve around her crush on adrien..!!

new web episode: *mari has to write about someone who inspires her and adrien is the second choice*

ml crew: terrific 👌 👌 outstanding 👏 💯 💯 ✔️ G R E A T  J O B 👍👏❗️❗️

Almost Human!AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

  • Leonard hates androids. All of them, in all their shapes, sizes and functions. Doesn’t trust them. But somehow, in the two years he’s been off-duty to deal with his wife and daughter disappearing, and an accident that left him with a synthetic leg, it has become mandatory for anyone in the police force to be accompanied by a robot. Spock is the main supplier of those, and he walks Leonard down further into the lab. “I have a J.I.M available for you,” Spock says, and Leonard raises his eyebrows. “Isn’t that the recalled sex ‘bot? What am I gonna do with that? They were insane.” “Their purpose was to use their bodies to gain intel on potential threats, yes,” Spock says. He pulls out one of the models, still deactivated, and carries it to a special chair. “But they were recalled because they went batshit crazy,” Leonard says, “you’re giving me one of the crazy ones.” “Crazy is a hurtful expression,” Spock says, wiring the android up to his computer, “they are fully equipped with a synthetic soul, and this one is reprogrammed to be an excellent police officer.” “Great,” Leonard says, though heavily sarcastic. Spock activates him, and Leonard stares down at unnatural blue eyes coming to life. “Jim,” Spock says, resting his hand on Jim’s shoulder, “meet detective McCoy. McCoy, this is Jim. Now, Jim’s previous… occupation shouldn’t be triggered, but there may be a few glitches.“ “Glitches?” Leonard asks, immediately alarmed. “what kind of glitches?”
  • Jim is continuously clacking his tongue during the drive back to the precinct. Leonard is getting increasingly more annoyed, and he tightens his fingers around the steering wheel. “Can you just…” Leonard says, gritting his teeth, before finally sighing and turning to look at Jim, “synthetic: off.” “Synthetic: off,” Jim repeats, rolling it over his tongue a couple of times, “is that your way of telling me to shut up?” “Yes,” Leonard says, and Jim raises his eyebrows. “Rude. I’m not a fan of that word.” “Synthetic?” “Yeah.” “You want me to call you something else than synthetic?” “Preferably,” Jim says, “you’ve said it two more times since I asked you not to.” “Synthetic?” Leonard asks, and Jim glances in his direction. “You’re doing this on purpose.“ Leonard throws him a small smirk. “Relax, it’s not like you should be feeling anything.” “Spock informed you of my synthetic soul, right? I am designed to feel and experience just as much as you,” Jim explains. “But how do you know if you feel as much? You’re a robot,” Leonard says, “all your feelings are artificial.” Jim’s eyes narrow, and Leonard watches him grit his teeth a little. “Human,” Jim starts, throwing Leonard an annoyed smile, “off.
  • Their first assigned task together ends in an artificial blood bath, because someone is hacking into Androids to turn them into weapons against humans. Most general police model Androids are compromised, but Jim enters the field anyway. He’s on Leonard’s side, providing him cover, and dragging him out of the line of fire when Leonard is knocked out by one of the other androids. Leonard feels quite disorientated when he wakes up, and Jim is hovering above him. Blue eyes piercing his own and Leonard feels like his privacy is being invaded just looking at Jim. “What are you doing?” Leonard groans. “I’m going to overwrite the androids,” Jim says, “I need you to cover me, because I will be temporarily immobilized when I do this. Can you do that?” “Of course I can do that,” Leonard says with a frown. He takes over Jim’s gun, and provides him cover for all the androids that are charging at them with full speed. When Jim successfully overwrites their program, they all crumple to the ground. The two of them catch the guy responsible not much later. “You did well,” Leonard says eventually, and Jim throws him a small smile. “Was that a compliment?” “Take it as you wish,” Leonard says, “it doesn’t mean we’re friends. But we’re gonna celebrate with a drink.” “I don’t drink,” Jim says, watching Leonard put his coat back on. “Perfect,” Leonard replies, “in that case: I’m paying.”
  • And everything goes well, Jim and Bones work surprisingly well together despite the fact that Jim’s an android, and Leonard is convinced he’s programmed to counter literally everything Leonard says. Spock assures him that’s part of his synthetic soul that shapes his “character”. But then they investigate a death in an upperclass brothel, and Jim gets distracted by the sex ‘bots. Not because he’s interested in them, as Leonard initially expects, but because he can relate to them and their work. Jim speaks to one of the girls for the longest time, and Leonard lets him - even though he doesn’t really like the way she touches his arm and smiles at the things he’s saying. “Are you coming?” Leonard asks, nudging Jim’s side. “Or are you gonna go stare into each other’s eyes exchanging data all day? Let me know if I should book a room.” Jim huffs at that, and turns around. “Let’s go,” he says, patting Leonard’s shoulder as they walk out. “I noticed you fancied her, though,” he adds, and Leonard raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me? I did not.” “I noticed an increase in your pulse,” Jim says. Leonard scoffs. “She ain’t my type.” “What is your type?” Jim asks curiously. Leonard doesn’t even have a proper answer for that. Blond, blue eyes, and confident. But he can’t really say that without boosting Jim’s ego too much, so instead he shrugs, and says: “Alive.” Jim slows his walking,  glancing at Leonard’s back as he walks away. “Rude. You’re such a dick.”
  • The ride back to the precinct is quieter, Jim keeps his thoughts to himself and Leonard is grateful for that. Until Jim turns to look at Leonard, and goes: “Your pulse is still faster than usual.” “So?” “Logically, that means you’re either angry- or you fancy me.” “I wonder which one of those two is the correct one,” Leonard says, sarcasm heavy in his voice, but Jim smiles. “Me, too.” “I obviously don’t fancy you.” Leonard says, and Jim laughs. “Sure.” “But I am curious,” Leonard starts, “do you have anything… down there? Or are you like a Ken doll?” “Of course I have something down there,” Jim says, “my design was originally aimed for the sex industry. A lot of thought went into designing my-” “Okay, I get it.” “Here, I’ll show you,” Jim says, and Leonard frowns because initially, he doesn’t understand. But then he looks over at Jim, and Jim has pushed his pants down, and Leonard clears his throat. “Jesus, Jim. Put that thing away! Is that all for one person?” “It was modeled after the ideal length, width…” “Yes, okay. I got it,” Leonard says, and Jim just grins. “Your pulse is racing again.” “Shut up.”
  • Jim lives with the MX model androids, and generally that is fine. They’re not programmed to show emotion or anything, but Jim doesn’t need it when he’s not in human presence. But a malfunction in the system leaves only a few charging stables online, and Jim gets the last priority to charge. Which also means that come morning, he’s running on half a charge. He’s grumpy enough to match Leonard’s mood when they run into each other in the office. “You ready to solve another murder?” Leonard asks, “spontaneous human combustion. I’m not even making that up.” “You’re way too happy that we’re taking on a murder case,” Jim counters, and Leonard raises an eyebrow. “You okay?” “No. I am running on 49% because your boss thinks MX’s are more important than me.” “What?” “There was a charging malfunctioning in our place. I wanna move out. I’m gonna move in with you, Bones.” “You’re not moving in with me,” Leonard huffs. “Come on, you have a trophy room you literally never enter. I could just install a charging there, you wouldn’t even know I was there.” “Listen, darling, you’re not moving in with me,” Leonard says firmly. 
  • “Do you want to keep those trophies?” Jim asks, carrying out a box of Leonard’s high school achievements. “You were quite an athlete, huh?” “Yeah,” Leonard says, grabbing that very box from Jim’s hands, “that was until I lost my leg.” “These are all high school and college trophies,” Jim says, “you didn’t lose your leg ‘til two years ago.” “Stop researching me all the time,” Leonard groans, running a hand through his hair, “how charged are you?” “28%,” Jim says, “my charging station should be finished in two hours.” “Can you last that long?” Leonard asks, and Jim shrugs. “So long as we don’t have to do anything in that time.” But they’re not that lucky, because just ten minutes later they get another emergency call.
  • Jim performs okay, as usual, but when his charge goes below 10%, he starts getting sluggish. Several of his functions shut down and Jim becomes even grumpier and aggressive, which is ridiculous considering they’re just researching a homicide case. “Can you stop,” Leonard says, “power down, or something. I can better do this alone. Synthetic: off.” “Shut the fuck up, Leonard,” Jim counters, “I can help.”
  • “Alright,” Leonard sighs, getting up from his seat, “I’m taking you to Spock. Surely he has a way for you to charge.” Jim gets up as well, grabbing Leonard’s arm and pulling him in closer. It’s so sudden Leonard doesn’t even know what’s happening until Jim presses his lips against his own. With surprising force, too, pressing Leonard against the wall and sliding his hands under his shirt. “Jesus–Jim,” Leonard breathes out, tilting his face away to feel Jim’s lips run over his jaw and his neck instead. “What are you-” “Is this human enough for you?” Jim asks, and Leonard shivers when he feels hot breath against his ear. “Jim-” “Your heart is racing,” Jim says, and Leonard closes his eyes, finally shoving Jim backwards. “What is wrong with you?" Jim looks a little lost at Leonard, and then just leans in again. "I’m only here to serve you. I can show you a good time.” He says, and Leonard sighs, rubbing his temples and taking a deep breath to focus. “You wanna serve me?” “Yes.” “Follow me,” Leonard says, grabbing Jim’s hand and ignoring that odd smile on the other’s lips as he follows Leonard. 
  • When they’re in Spock’s basement, Jim’s eyes narrow. “You tricked me.” “You said you wanted to serve me. I’m telling you what to do. Go lie down and charge,” Leonard says, handing Jim over to Spock. “I’ll see you in a few hours when your sex-bot program isn’t triggered.”
  • "I’m sorry,” Jim tells Leonard when he gets home. Leonard catches him staring as he’s walking around the house in a tank top and shorts, clearly revealing Leonards synthetic leg. “You’re not staring at me because that sex bot thing is still running, are you?” he asks, pointing the beer bottle in his hand in Jim’s direction as he sits down on his couch, rubbing his leg a little in annoyance. “No,” Jim says, “I promise. I’m sorry about what happened, okay? That’s not me. I’m not usually that desperate for human contact.” He sits down on the couch next to Leonard, and turns to him with the familiar smile Leonard has learned to love. “Thank you for still letting me live here with you.” “Well,” Leonard says, leaning back and turning on the TV, “we all make mistakes.” “I promise it won’t happen again.” “I’m talking about me. Letting you live here,” Leonard says, and he’s grinning at the TV as he speaks. Jim huffs, leaning back and relaxing a little, too. “Just for the record,” Leonard continues, finally turning to watch Jim instead of the screen, “you might not be human, and I know I said I liked my partners breathing, but you should know. You are… human enough.” It comes out of him almost unnaturally, because Leonard usually shows affection by insulting Jim. Jim gets it, though, and he throws Leonard a grin. “So you do fancy me,” he says, and Leonard shrugs. He leans in, and Jim shuts his eyes when lips brush over his jaw. And when Jim turns his head just enough so they can kiss, it feels so much better than a few hours before. Natural, and slow, like they’ve kissed a million times before. And Jim doesn’t breathe, but he still looks breathless when Leonard finally pulls away. He looks just as bad, through heavy eyes and a cocky little smirk. “Maybe I fancy you a little.”
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Pancakes and Posters
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Celestino Cialdini, Christophe Giacometti, Yuri Plisetsky, Mila Babicheva
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fashion & Models, Modeling, Alternate Universe - Photographer, Photography, Yuuri is a model, Viktor is a photographer, everyone else fits into related roles
Summary:

“Yuuri?” Viktor questioned as he looked down at his model’s feet.

“Yes?”

“Are you wearing heels?”

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