#also sorry this is late I uh... had to work on my gifset

[sunarntarou]

listen after @whattheelizabeth and i saw @yaoyang‘s gifset, she said i should write something for it and you know what. she was right. yaoyang does deserve rights.

*

the fast times, the bright lights

“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you,” Sizhui says with the practiced calm of a Lan disciple, “for a minute there I thought you said you wanted to set up your father with Sect Leader Yao.”

Jingyi laughs. At his side, Jin Ling clicks his tongue as if scoffing at Sizhui’s even contemplating such absurdities.

If anyone asked, Zizhen would say that’s a little much. Hurtful, even. When has he been wrong with these things? Had he not told Jin Ling back in Yuping that Wei-qianbei and Hanguang-Jun were in love? He shakes his head. “No, you heard it right the first time.”

“What,” Jingyi chokes on his tea. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Listen, I know how this sounds,” he rushes, patting him on the back, and turning pleading eyes towards the others, “but just hear me out for a second!”

“Alright,” Sizhui agrees, because Sizhui is the best of them, even if he’s making a face. Zizhen will forgive him this time. “I assume we’re missing something?”

Oh, they’re missing something alright. Missing the years of putting up with Sect Leader Yao finding excuses to visit and then Zizhen’s dad sighing around the house when he leaves. “Thank you,” he says primly. With the attention on him, Zizhen puts on his best storyteller voice, “okay, look. I know they’re both very, uh, difficult people, to say the least, but this story starts before any of us were born.”

“You’re making it sound like some great love story,” Jingyi eyes him dubiously.

“That’s because it is!” He says excitedly, “I heard it from the Head Cook. She’s like, ancient, she’s been working on the manor since dad was my age. She said dad and Sect Leader Yao have known each other since they were kids. Like, best friends. Inseparable.”

“Sure,” Jin Ling squints, “that doesn’t mean anything, though.”

“Right, but” he grins, knowing they’re all invested in this now, “Sect Leader Yao never married and after mom died, dad never remarried either. And look, Yao-shushu has just always been around. It’s just one of those things that we always thought was normal until we realized maybe not everyone’s best friend keeps visiting every week and having long moments of eye contact over the dinner table.”

“Wow,” Sizhui coughs, “that’s– that’s a lot to unpack.”

“And it’s not even the whole thing!” Zizhen pours them all more tea, giving a dramatic pause for better effect, “lately, it has been worse. Usually, we’re all desensitized to the pining by now, but ever since the second siege of the Burial Mounds, it’s been painful. Sect Leader Yao is constantly dropping by to, and I quote, reminisce about the old days, and dad just– he smiles. They sit in the gazebo near the river and watch the sunset, and then dad calls us all for dinner and keeps either sighing into wine or asking about our day. I think my sister might punch him one of these days if this goes on much longer.”

Zizhen pauses, looking up expectantly. “So you see? We have to do something!”

There is silence.

It’s a very loud silence, especially with the way Sizhui and Jingyi are looking at each other and then at Jin Ling like they’re all talking through their eyebrows or something, but Zizhen holds his ground. If his friends won’t help him in this quest to help the course of true love and also prevent his jiejie from killing herself with a chopstick at the dinner table, then, well. Guess Zizhen will just have to do it himself. Maybe Sect Leader Jiang would be amenable to helping? Surely, he would see how having both Sect Leaders busy with each other would be great to his blood pressure.

Zizhen has some vague memories of accompanying his father to a conference at Lotus Pier when he was a toddler and wandering off to look at the lakes just to be picked up before he could topple into the water. Sect Leader Jiang had shaken him a little by the armpits and asked if he had lost his tiny little head. Zizhen had wanted to see the purple snake. The memory gets hazy after that, but he remembers being handed lotus seeds to snack on while they searched for his dad, so he thinks that maybe if he plays his cards right– 

“Zizhen,” Sizhui says very patiently, “are you sure about this? I mean. Just. Sect Leader Yao?”

“Look, what he means is Sect Leader Yao is the worst,” Jingyi cuts in, grimacing, “are you sure you want to set up your father with that?”

“Honestly,” he shrugs, “it can’t get any worse. Anything would be an improvement.”

Jin Ling makes a considering noise. “Do you think that would make them less annoying at meetings?”

Sensing an opening, Zizhen nods enthusiastically. “Absolutely. They’ll just distract each other. Think about it, Sizhui, I’m sure Hanguang-Jun and Wei-qianbei would appreciate the respite from them.”

With the resigned air of someone who knows he will be dragged into nonsense whether he likes it or not, Sizhui sighs. “I guess.”

“Great,” Zizhen grins, “where should we start?”

Yao-shushu and his dad won’t know what hit them.

#the untamed #mdzs #mdsz #yaoyang #this is a tag now here #ouyang zizhen #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #look does anyone know sect leader yao and ouyang names #i need to know!!! #fic tag

[littlespoonevan]

“please stay” for gallavich 🥺🥰

ok so the other week i saw gifset of the policeman telling ian mickey escaped prison during s7 and people were discussing the suggestion ian had visited mickey more than once so obviously i had to write it. so here’s a little snippet of ian visiting mick in juvie/prison over the years - i hope you like it

(this got angsty in the middle lol sorry)

*

Ian had been nervous when he’d first shown up tovisit Mickey in juvie, too afraid that Mickey might refuse to see him and notat all strong enough to deal with that kind of rejection. But Mickey had agreed to see him – not only that,he’d seemed happy to see him.

Well, as happy as Mickey ever allows anyone else tosee.

Sure, Mickey scoffs when Ian says, “I miss you,” butIan can see the way he hesitates before he starts throwing out threats, thequiet surprise in his expression before it melts into something else. Ian is convinced it’s understanding.

It’s what prompts him to reach out, to reach forMickey even though he can’t touch him.

“Take your hand off the glass,” Mickey says and Iandoes but he still has to bite back a smile.

He lets Mickey change the subject then, happy to lethim complain about his inmates. It’s inane conversation that doesn’t mean much– even Ian can tell the majority of Mickey’s threats are empty ones – but hestill revels in listening to Mickey talk.

He really fucking misses him.

All too soon their time is up and Ian has to fightthe way his face falls at the warden’s warning.

“It was good seeing you,” he says hesitantly,watching the way Mickey’s expression flickers before going carefully back toneutral. “Can I come see you again?”

Mickey huffs, “Do what you want, man, I don’t care.”

Ian nods, trying not to let himself feel dejecteduntil Mickey’s fingers tap against the glass once – so quickly you’d miss it ifyou weren’t looking. Ian blinks in surprise, gaze shooting up from whereMickey’s hand has disappeared from the table to Mickey’s face.

Mickey nods silently and hangs up the phone.

*

Juvie the first time had been shit but relativelymanageable. Juvie the second time was torture.

The first time he’d been able to pretend he didn’tmiss Ian, pretend he didn’t care about him and that they were nothing but fuckbuddies. And in spite of all that he’d known Ian would wait for him in somecapacity. Even if he’d been off fucking other guys he’d still want Mickeybecause what they had was good.

Now…

Ian probably hates him, the last words Mickey had saidto him were that they were over, and Mickey misses him so fucking much he feelslike he can’t breathe.

When he’s told he’s got a visitor he assumes it’sMandy since it’s always Mandy, what he doesn’t expect is to see Ian sittingthere on the other side of the glass. He’s got a fresh buzzcut and hisshoulders look bigger with the way his t-shirt stretches across his chest butit’s the look on his face what gets to Mickey the most. The look of nervousdetermination like he’s more than willing to tell Mickey, “fuck you,” if hequestions him for coming.

Christ, Mickey wants to touch him.

He sits down heavily in his seat, putting the phoneto his ear and gripping it too tightly. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Ian says back, voice carefully devoid of anyemotion. “How’ve you been?”

Mickey shrugs, averting his gaze, because lookingdirectly at Ian after so long hurts his eyes. “I mean, it’s juvie.”

Ian nods like he gets it even though he’s neverstepped foot in this place unless it’s to visit Mickey.

“You?” Mickey asks then, unsure of how to navigatethis conversation when he’d felt so angry the last time he saw Ian.

You’renothing but a warm mouth to me haunts him at night. Ian’snot a warm mouth. He’s warm everything. He’s the only fucking thing that’s evermade Mickey feel warm.

Ian lifts his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Okay, Iguess.” He falls silent for another beat before looking up at Mickey under hislashes. “For what it’s worth, I think Frank drank away whatever brain cellsregistered what we were doing. He hasn’t brought it up since – I don’t eventhink he remembers.”

Mickey swallows hard, forcing himself to nod. “Kindafigured when my dad didn’t sic anyone on me in here to send me to theinfirmary.”

Ian’s mouth pinches into a tight line and Mickeywants nothing more than to reach out and smooth it out.

“Would he really do that?” Ian asks and Mickey wantsto scoff or roll his eyes or call Ian fucking deluded but he’s too tired so hejust nods.

“Yeah,” he says, resigned. “He would.”

Ian’s quiet as he absorbs that, expression unreadablewhen he turns the full force of his gaze on Mickey again. “How long you gotleft?”

“Six months, I think. Maybe less if I get out on goodbehaviour.”

“Okay,” Ian replies, voice too soft, and Mickey wantsto remind him where the fuck they are but he can’t get the words out.

Ian taps the glass just once, seeming more like anervous habit than anything else, but it sets Mickey’s heart pounding in hischest for the rest of the night.

*

This is probably a mistake. In fact, it’s definitelya mistake.

But Ian feels like he’s drowning in plain sight andnobody can see it. He’s hollowed out inside and raw and broken and he just reallyfucking wants to see Mickey.

He hasn’t since the last time.

When Mickey showed him the tattoo and Ian had liedand said he’d wait. But he thinks he’d been lying more to himself than toMickey.

It’s just- fuck, he doesn’t want to put Mickeythrough this. Over and over again. He doesn’t want Mickey to see him like this.But he also can’t breathe and Mickey’s the only person who knows how his lungsare supposed to work.

Mickey freezes on the other side of the glass when hesees him, hand gripping the back of the chair where he’d been about to pull it outto sit down. Ian wouldn’t blame him if he threw the chair at the glass andstormed off. He deserves worse.

Mickey doesn’t do any of that though because Mickey’sa better person than him. Instead, he sits down, faltering for just a momentbefore he picks up the phone and puts it to his ear. “Fucking hell, Gallagher,”he breathes. “What happened?”

“Hey Mick,” Ian replies quietly. His voice doesn’teven sound like his. It seems to be permanently hoarse from disuse lately.

Mickey’s initial shock seems to have worn off,replaced by a deep-rooted look of concern that Ian feels all too familiar withnow. “Ian,” he says, like the name’sbeen ripped from his chest. “What’s wrong?”

Ian shrugs, hunching his shoulders. “Jus’ been a badday,” he mutters.

“Uh huh and how long’s this bad day been going onfor?”

Ian closes his eyes because Christ, Mickey knows him. Mickey sees through him everyfucking time.

“A month or two,” he admits finally, swallowing hardat the sadness in Mickey’s eyes.

“You takin’ your meds?” Mickey asks likes he’s afraidto even say it.

“They’re not helping,” Ian replies tremulously.

“So try different ones,” Mickey murmurs, voice asoothing balm on Ian’s soul. “Ian, you can’t pull yourself out of this on yourown.”

Ian nods, staring down at the table in front of himas he takes a steadying breath. “I know that.”

Neither of them speak for a moment and Ian isoverwhelmed with how much the yearning he feels for Mickey consumes him. God,he just wants to hold him once more.

“I’m sorry,” he says then, voice wavering as he meetsMickey’s eyes. “For trying to push you away. For what I said. For everything.”

Mickey seems so surprised he forgets to keep hisguard up and his face is too open, too vulnerable. Ian has never despised thepanel of glass between them more. “You mean that?” he asks eventually and Iannods fervently.

“I thought you’d be better off without me,” hereveals, ducking his head self-consciously.

“Ian, when the fuck have I ever been better offwithout you?” Mickey asks tiredly and Ian closes his eyes, forcing air into hislungs and back out again as he pushes back the burn behind his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have to put up with me when I’m likethis. It shouldn’t be this for therest of your life.”

Mickey stares at him, mouth working. “How ‘bout youlet me make that decision for myself, huh?”

Ian nods as his eyes travel across Mickey’s face.Fuck, he misses him. “I miss you,” he sighs.

“I miss you too,” Mickey says, almost choking on thewords. His eyes are shining when Ian looks at them and he doesn’t think when hereaches out, just presses his curled fist against the glass.

Mickey takes a shuddering breath as he watches himbefore his own knuckles mirror Ian’s.

“Eight years is really long time,” Ian whispers, thelump in his throat making it hard to speak properly.

“Yeah,” Mickey agrees, opening his mouth to say somethingelse before closing it again.

“Ian, can you just- Please stay,” he requests finally,shoulders hunched and head bowed like he’s already expecting a rejection.

“I’ll stay,” Ian replies quietly and Mickey suddenly seemsto breathe easier.

Ian stays until visiting hours are over, neither ofthem really even talking – just watching each other, committing one another’s facesto memory once again.

“I’ll come back soon,” he promises, forcing himselfto stand when the warden starts eyeing him irritably.

He touches the glass one last time and Mickey’s stillgripping the phone so hard it looks like it’s going to break but he nods.

Ian’ll come back.

*

Mickey had felt sick to his stomach stepping backinside prison. It hadn’t been the usual fear – it’d been different.

Fear of rejection tangled with nerves andanticipation.

It had all melted away the moment Ian had looked athim though.

It’s been hours since then and Ian had climbed downoff his own bunk the second the guard had done his last check, crawling intoMickey’s and kissing him until both their mouths were raw. Now Ian’s lying onhis side against the wall, head pillowed on Mickey’s chest and Mickey can’tfucking believe this is something he gets to have again.

They’d talked before, not about much beyond how thefuck Ian ended up in here and muffled, “I missed you”s in between kisses. But theystill haven’t really talked about them.They’re quiet now, Mickey’s fingers gently trailing down between Ian’sshoulderblades and back up again.

Ian reaches for his shirt then and Mickey doesn’t getwhy he’s tugging at it until he catches sight of his own tattoo peeking outfrom behind the fabric. Mickey feels shame and embarrassment burn through himand he’s about to pull Ian’s hand away until Ian’s pushing up on his elbow abit and kissing Mickey’s heart, right where his own name sits.

Mickey swallows hard, hand coming up involuntarily totwist in Ian’s hair.

“I’m sorry,” Ian mumbles into his skin. And it’s notthe first time he’s said it but it still makes Mickey’s chest tighten.

“I know,” he says after a beat.

“It never went away,” Ian tells him, gaze boring intoMickey’s. “Loving you, I mean. It never went away.”

Mickey wets his lips and tries not to let hisemotions get the better of him. Searching for something to say, he lifts hisfree hand and reaches for Ian’s, folding their fingers together on top of hischest.

“I know that too,” he mumbles.

It never went away for Mickey either.

*

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #my fics #Anon #asks #meme thing

[inejkaz]

i was tagged by @mollyweasly to answer the following 73 questions! thank you for tagging me steph ♥ 

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? i'm actually pretty content and the only thing that i'm rdreading right now is my upcoming finals so maybe 6!

describe yourself in a hashtag? #alwaystired

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? no one comes to mind but steph's answer was chris evans and i'd say the same tbh 👀

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? uh maybe "dumb bitch" or "chaotic mess" LMAO idk honestly my life isn't that interesting most of the time

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? that i'm lowkey depressed. most of my old friends know this but they don't rlly know how bad it makes me feel sometimes & i don't think i'll ever tell my college friends abt this except for one person!

what’s your wake up ritual? lay in bed for another 5-15 mins, check the time, and brush my teeth. next i'd either shower, workout, or attend online class

what’s your go to bed ritual? just on my phone looking at useless things and answering my friends' messages. i'll get tired soon so i'll just daydream and sleep. lately i've been listening to music to help me sleep!

what’s your favorite time of day? late night and early morning

your go to for having a good laugh? i love watching lip sync battles. my favorites are by emma stone, tom holland, anne hathaway & channing tatum!

dream country to visit? the UK! my cousin talks abt it all the time and now she's taking her postgrad degree there which makes me incredibly jealous 😢 but honestly i'm dying to travel europe as a whole!

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? probably when my high school friends bought me the doc martens shoes that i LOVE for my 17th birthday! i love them and miss them even tho many are not in touch with me anymore

heels or flats/sneakers? flats/sneakers definitely! i've never tried heels tbh i can only endure wedges and they alr hurt SO much

vintage or new? both

who do you want to write your obituary? probably my best friend!

style icon? taylor swift during the red era, noora sætre, orion carloto, ashley aka best.dressed!

what are three things you cannot live without? books, internet, family

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? salt

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? taylor swift, chris evans, audrey hepburn

what’s your biggest fear in life? the unknown, anything horror & reptiles esp lizards (i can't stand reptiles AT ALL i'd literally cry and die if i have to touch one or sleep in the same room with one)

window or aisle seat? window

what’s your current tv obsession? haven't been watching any tv lately but i've been watching mukbangs on youtube a lot

favorite app? line (a messaging app mostly used by indonesians. i rlly like the stickers and themes i own lmao)

secret talent? i can play guitar just a lil bit

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? either drinking beers with my friends on a school field trip or not telling my parents that i went to the city alone during college just to hangout by myself

how would you define yourself in three words? introverted, chaotic, anxious

favorite piece of clothing you own? an adidas jacket that was on a 50% sale for international women's day!!! 

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? black pants

a superpower you would want? invisibility and mind control!!!

what’s inspiring you in life right now? since i was a little kid, i've always been inspired by my cousin. she's my role model!

best piece of advice you’ve received? to literally BELIEVE in yourself

best advice you’d give your teenage self? don't be so self-aware bc everyone's busy with themselves, make more friends, cherish your time in school more

a book everyone should read? harry potter series, the raven cycle

what would you like to be remembered for? for being a good, positive person

how do you define beauty? beauty is whatever that evokes a positive feeling out of oneself i guess!

what do you love most about your body? my eyes

best way to take a rest/decompress? skincare, listen to soothing music, drink a warm beverage, watch smth that's easy to watch, and just sleep! 

favorite place to view art? galleries, but i've only been to one sadly

if your life was a song, what would the title be? maybe "paradox" or "misunderstood"

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano! but it's expensive and not portable so if i'm being realistic, it'd be guitar

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? in the back of my neck! also maybe on any of my fingers or below my ribcage

dolphins or koalas? koalas

what’s your spirit animal? deer!

best gift you’ve ever received? doc martens shoes given by my friends!

best gift you’ve given? i think i wrote my friend letters to open when she's in different moods once

what’s your favorite board game? monopoly

what’s your favorite color? pink, purple, yellow, monochrome

least favorite color? i just dislike bright obnoxious colors

diamond or pearls? diamonds

drugstore makeup or designer? both, but i mostly can't afford designer anyway so..

blow-dry or air-dry? both

pilates or yoga? i've never tried any actually

coffee or tea? both, but i'm leaning towards tea

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? can't think of any right now..

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk chocolate!!!

stairs or elevators? elevators

summer or winter? winter

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? burgers!!

a dessert you don’t like? basically i won't like anything with fruits

a skill you’re working on mastering? photoshop i guess? i'm planning to learn coding too now that i have the time!!

best thing to happen to you today? probably finishing my gifset! but honestly, i was supposed to be studying lmao

worst thing to happen to you today? i didn't study lmao

best compliment you’ve ever received? i don't think it's anything that memorable so i can't really think of one

favorite smell? jasmine

hugs or kisses? both

if you made a documentary, would it be about? space, mythology

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? i get a little teary eyed if i come across a touching content on instagram/twitter tbh lmao. but i'd say the last movie that made me cry so bad was her (2013)

lipstick or lipgloss? lipstick

sweet or savory? savory

girl crush? emma watson

how do you know your in love? don't think i've ever been in love, i've only experienced like a very long crush so...

a song you can listen to on repeat? there are a lot... but for now, woman by mumford & sons and anything by taylor swift

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? taylor swift!!!

what are you most excited for about this time in your life? i've just been enjoying editing for tumblr a lot, i haven't really posted consistent content in my 10 years of being here so that's been fun. i also want to learn coding and become an overall healthier person by working out regularly & eating mindfully! honestly i'm trying to build my confidence and become healthier, both mentally and physically 

tagging: @dianaprincie @cllianmurphy @cinderllas @edgarallan @rosamunqpike @gamoora @nataliamaximoff (sorry if you've done this before, feel free to ignore!)

#this took so long!!!!! #tag games

[lost-your-memory]

Old friends, aliens and curiosities - Part III

Listen, I can’t stop thinking about this gifset made by @lonely-night in which H.G Wells (Warehouse 13) & Lena Luthor (CW Supergirl) are old friends and working together in the present to retrieve a curiosity (A ping, darling) meant to kill Lena.

So this is VERY AU-ish and with a crossover no one knew we needed but well, we do. Here’s the third part (it covers the fourth gif, I think) with a little help from Winn and Claudia. Also, I’m making the plot up as I go, sorry about any inconsistencies.  Next up, Myka finally arrives to National City and meets the infamous Lena Luthor. 

---

The voices rising behind the doors of her office pull Lena away from a very urgent email and she lets out a quiet curse, in Irish. She groans and reaches out for her interphone.

“It’s alright Jess, just let her in. She won’t take no for an answer anyway,” Lena sighs, already letting herself fall against the back of her chair. 

Sure enough, Helena Wells enters her office, dramatically pushing the double door open before striding straight to Lena’s office. 

“Hand it over.” 

Lena arches a surprised brow.

“Good morning to you too, HG ... “ She retorts, irony dripping from her tone. “Now, what is it I’m supposed to hand over to you?” 

Helena looks pissed, the frown above her eyes deep and permanent. 

“The artefact, Lena. The one you designed yourself, apparently,” Helena replies, curtly.

“I did what now?” Lena gapes, taken aback. 

Helena’s frown deepens, much to Lena’s amazement. She didn’t think it was possible.

“L-Corp is the company behind some kind of … alien detecting device, programmed to recognise any non-human DNA,” Helena states, slowly and cooly. “It’s what has been modified to kill you.” 

Lena lets out a chuckle.

“That’s not possible.”

Helena’s frown disappear as she arches a brow of her own.

“It’s not,” Lena insists. “That device was created to help identify non-human, it’s harmless. You just put your thumb on a button and the microchip processes your DNA. It turns green if you’re human, red if you’re not.”

“It doesn’t sound like a weapon,” Helena nods but she still looks annoyed. “Could the microchip be reprogrammed into something else?”

Lena goes to reply but then pauses, looking thoughtful. 

The chip was designed to host a tiny software the L-corp bioengineers programmed in association with a team of highly skilled developers but only to process DNA, to recognise markers and transmit the information as to whether or not it was human. 

“I don’t think so, but I can’t be sure. I’ll have to ask around,” Lena retorts, slowly.

“Well, don’t ask the team that originally worked on it, maybe?” 

“Why not?” Lena protests, not liking the insinuation. 

Helena gives her a pointed look.

“Someone clearly managed to do something to the device to make it so it would kill, but not anyone. You specifically …” Helena explains, thinking out look. “Until we know more about how it happened, I’d say maybe we don’t pull any alarm … I know the level of skills you put in your products so, to be able to hijack it like that and make a weapon out of it ... the person behind the artefact must be some genius too. Like maybe … the ones you employs?” 

Lena doesn’t reply but the thought doesn’t sit well with her. Helena keeps looking at her with suspicions in her eyes and it’s extremely annoying.

“Alright,” Lena sighs, unhappily. “I still need to be sure it can be reprogrammed so I’m going to call … a friend of mine. “

Surprise takes over the suspicion in Helena’s eyes, before it mutates into mischief. 

“You have friends? Beside me, I mean?”

Lena rolls her eyes. She’s walked right into this one.  

Still, Helena is nothing if not single-minded. She crosses her arms over her chest and then sighs “Just hand over the artefact, Lena.”

“How many times do I have to repeat myself?” Lena growls, pushing her chair back so she could stand up. “I don’t have the artefact.” 

She walks around her desk and heads for her liquor cabinet. 

She understands where her friend is coming from but she’s tired of being accused of things she didn’t do. In between the Super, the government, the DEO and the dead Luthor heirs piling up in National City cemetery, she’s been accused of pretty much every evil on the planet. 

“Bit early for a drink, don’t you think?” Helena muses from behind her and Lena just flips her before pouring herself an unhealthy amount of Scotch. 

She brings her glass back to her office and then reaches out for her phone. She searches for a specific name in her contacts and then dials.

“Hello Winn,” Lena greets warmly as soon as Winn picks up. “I need an engineering favor, could you drop by L-Corp at your earliest convenience?” 

She smiles when Winn replies he’ll be there in twenty. He doesn’t sound too surprised, just excited at the prospect of working with her again. 

“Who’s Winn?” Helena asks when Lena hangs up.

“A friend,” Lena replies with a smug smile. “Yes, I do have friends beside you. Winn used to work at CatCo but nowadays, he’s ...“

Lena pauses and wonders if Helena is aware of everything that’s been going on in National City lately. 

“Ever heard of the DEO?” Lena asks, knowing full well she could get in trouble for even mentioning the name of the organisation. 

“Yes,” Helena shrugs.

Lena smiles because of course Helena knows about the DEO. After all, they’ve both worked for the Warehouse, another extra normal government organisation doesn’t seem like a big deal. Not even one that works and deals with alien.  

“Well, he’s one of their tech guy,” Lena explains with a wave of her hand. “He’s extremely smart, far more than they give him credits for. I’ve always wanted to poach him for L-Corp but he’s loyal to a fault, he’s going to stick with Supergirl until the end.”

“Supergirl, uh,” Helena muses, sounding a big distracted.

“She’s everywhere,” Lena nods before sipping at her Scotch.

“I’m going to call Claudia,” Helena states, seemingly out of the blue.

“Erm, sure?” Lena blinks, looking a bit thrown off.

“When your friend arrives, I mean. They’ll have a look at the chip and nerd around together, we’ll get our answers,” Helena explains and Lena watches as she pulls what looks like a --- 

“Helena Wells, is that an iPhone?” Lena gasps, mockery lining her tone.

“Shut up,” Helena groans as she calls her friend. 

---

Half an hour later, Winn is bent over the coffee table and Claudia’s face is occupying the entirety of Lena’s huge TV. 

They’re talking too fast, exchanging orders, ideas and suggestions while using a vocabulary that even Lena sometimes doesn’t get. Pieces of the device are scattered all across the table and Winn sometimes moves the tablet so that Claudia could see better. 

“I need access to the software, can you plug me in?” Claudia asks, her slightly disembodied voice echoing through the office. 

“Sure, one second,” Winn replies, pulling out a laptop from his back and setting it up on a corner of the table. He’s fast and sure and Lena watches, a little mesmerised, as he plugs everything together.

“All good, let me know if it works?” Winn asks but Claudia is already squealing in delight as she enters the software.

“Oh whoa, this is … top notch code,” Claudia breathes, sounding very admirative.

“Why thank you,” Lena laughs, amused. “Now, the important question is … can it be hijacked and turned into a weapon?”

“Easy tiger, let me work my magic first” Claudia mutters, hands flying over her keyboard so fast it crackled across the office. “So, while I am at it, did you two bang, in the 17th or 18th century? I can never remember which one …” 

Lena swears under her breath as Winn lets out a strangled gasp. His eyes become so wide they look about to bulge out of their orbits. 

“Whaaaaaat?” 

“Whoops, sorry I thought you knew!” Claudia winces, her face slightly distorted by the format of the TV. “Sorry!”

“You’re … from the past?” Winn asks, looking at Lena as if she suddenly had three heads.

“Aren’t we all?” Helena laughs next to Lena, looking utterly amused by the situation.

“No I mean … you … 18th century?” Winn squeaks, clearly struggling to stay conscious.

“Breathe, Winn. Breathe,” Lena sighs, motioning for her friend to follow her lead. She inspires and then exhales and watches as he does the same. “Yes, I … was around in the 19th century.”

“19th! I was way off,” Claudia laughs but when all eyes turn to glare at the tablet, she shrugs and focuses on her work.

“It’s … complicated. I got bronzed for centuries but at some point, the system malfunctioned and I was suddenly free, but in the 21th century” Lena explains, eyes traveling back between Winn and her decanter. 

“How did you … managed to have such an extensive and lively background then?” Winn asks, frowning. He looks pale but his eyes are shining with wonder. “I mean, you’re supposed to be the daughter of Lionel Luthor, infamous sister of Lex Luthor … Not to mention your mother, who was a piece of work … No offense.”

“None taken,” Lena lets out a dry chuckle. “I made a deal with Lionel Luthor. I handed over a big part of the fortune I had amassed while being in the bronze and he created some really plausible story for my existence.”

Helena arches an impressive brow but Winn shakes his head.

“No one ever dug deeper? I mean, you do look extremely good for someone who’s over two centuries old but come on, no one ever asked why you never aged?” 

“You never did,” Lena counters with a smirk. “You’re the DEO most talented IT guy and yet, when you checked my background, everything was legit, everything added up. So why would anyone else bother?”

“That’s …” Winn pauses and then relents “... accurate.”

“Sorry to interrupt this lovely story, although you still didn’t reply to my earlier question,” Claudia chimes in, looking very amused. Lena only rolls her eyes but Helena chuckles affectionately. “Anyway, I found something.”

Lena, Helena and Winn focus back on the TV, on which Claudia is now sharing her own screen. Lines of code are scrolling down until she highlights something. 

“See this?” Claudia asks, moving her cursor above a few lines that seems innocuous enough. “It’s like a backdoor to the code, something that allows access to anyone who knows where to look. I don’t know exactly how it works, it seems to be really specific but it’s the answer you wanted. It is possible to access the software on the microchip and from there, anyone who knows how it works can reprogram it. To turn it into a weapon tho, it would require some really specific engineering skills …”

Winn steps forward and the way he looks at the code makes Lena think he’s seen it before. He’s frowning and searching for something.

“You know who’s behind it, don’t you?” 

Winn startles and fidgets with his hands, looking slightly uneasy. Behind him, the lines of code disappear as Claudia’s face returns to the screen. 

“Winn?” Lena insists, taking a step toward her friend. “What is it?”

Winn looks torn and Lena figures it’s because he is loyal to Supergirl first. It stings, but she doesn’t waver and she takes another step. She’s barely taller than him, with her heels, but she still towers above him.

“It’s …. I’ve seen this code before, but I didn’t think …” Winn starts to ramble, nervously looking around. “It’s … the same code that was used by Lord technology, I found something similar in the drones he’s sent to … spy on … Supergirl, years ago.”

Lena frowns.

“Maxwell Lord? Didn’t he left years ago after Myriad?” 

“So we thought, but he’s nowhere to be found …” Winn replies, his voice rising a little from how nervous he was. 

“Maxwell Lord was a very public figure and I heard rumours about him still mooning over Cat Grant, his disappearance is a little strange don’t you think? Did someone investigate this?” Lena pushes, knowing that at least Alex Danvers must have asked about the former tech CEO.

“Alex tried but then with everything that occurred …” 

“Right,” Lena sighs. 

Cadmus took over pretty fast after Myriad and then, it had been one shit storm after another, until Helena Wells all but barged into her office a few months ago. No time to dwell on the absents. 

“Do you still need my help or can I return to my chess game with Myka?” Claudia suddenly asks, startling everyone in the room. 

“Myka’s back?” Helena muses, sounding both surprised and slightly dejected. 

“Yeah, since yesterday,” Claudia answers. “Pete’s still in Chicago though. According to Steve, it’s not exactly going well.” 

“Of course it’s not,” Helena scoffs and to Lena, the underlying jealousy is deafening. It’s well hidden behind disdain but Lena has been around Helena enough to recognise the signs. “You could join us, if you’d like? I have a feeling this is going to require some kind of intervention, soon enough … Your help, along with Myka’s, would be greatly appreciated.”

Lena bites the inside of her cheeks to stop the laughter that threatens to burst out. 

She’s never seen Helena try so hard to catch someone’s attention, it’s a little embarrassing. Even Winn looks a bit uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to the other and fidgeting with his hands.

“Oh, uh …” Claudia stammers. “Listen, I’ll ask Myka. I’ll text you the answer. Gotta go, bye!” 

Before anyone could answer, the video link goes off and the news immediately resumes back on Lena’s TV. It shows Supergirl saving a bus full of young children and Lena instantly reaches for the remote to turn the screen off.

“Well, that answers it,” Lena muses to no one in particular. 

She finally caves and goes to her decanter, offering Scotch to both Winn and Helena. They both accept and after a minute, they all sit around the couch with a glass in hand.

“Winn, will you investigate the mysterious disappearance of Maxwell Lord? I don’t think it’s him but still …” Lena says, seemingly lost in her drink. “I still don’t know what I could have done to make an enemy of him but then again, it’s not a surprise.”

“So popular,” Helena sasses from her side of the couch, in between two sips. 

“I’ll get on it right away,” Winn retorts, finishing his drink and standing up. “I gotta go, duty calls but I’ll keep you posted. If your friend Claudia comes around, will you let me know? I’d love to pick her brain about a software I’ve been working on …”

“With pleasure,” Helena nods, offering a tight smile to Winn. He nods and then waves at Lena before exiting the office.

“Who’s Myka?” Lena asks as soon as the door closes behind her friend. She keeps her eyes on Helena and doesn’t miss the sparkle that shines in the inventor’s eyes

“She’s … an agent, she works for the Warehouse with Claudia,” Helena says over the rim of her glass.

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” Lena rolls her eyes. “I meant, who is she to you? Don’t try to deny it, I’ve seen that look in your eyes before.” 

For a moment there, Lena thinks Helena is seriously about to ask what look but then the inventor shakes her head and sighs, looking melancholic.

“She’s … fascinating,” Helena admits, her voice lowering as she gets all dreamy. Lena barely resists the urge to pull up her phone to snap a picture. “She’s smart in ways I can’t quite comprehend, her mind is quick and remarkable and she’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. Her heart … She tries to protect it, behind walls made of protocols, laws and orders but it’s pure and generous, giving.”

Lena can only stare, taken aback by the raw affection in her friend’s tone. 

The only person she’s ever heard Helena talk about in that way, all soft and loving, was her daughter Christina.

“I’ve hurt her, multiple times,” Helena confesses and her voice breaks ever so slightly. “I’ve almost killed her once and then … I kept running away. She’s chased after me for a long time but I was blinded by … grief, despair, anger. I didn’t realise how … dear she was to me, not soon enough anyway.” 

The words are like an echo of her own feelings and Lena’s heart aches for her friend. She knows the feeling well. She had National City’s most beloved hero chasing after her for month, trusting her, believing in her and constantly supporting her, no matter what. She’d slowly started to believe it, that’s the worst part. That until it all crumbled under the poisonous revelation her fake-brother offered her before she pressed the trigger. 

Lena leans forward and places a comforting hand over Helena’s thigh. 

“Believe me, I understand. More than I could ever tell …” Lena whispers, thinking back on a pair of bright blue eyes filled with hope and loyalty that told volume of faith and trust. Those are eyes she can never trust again. 

“Supergirl?” Helena inquires, looking at Lena with understanding shining in her brown irises.

“Yeah,” Lena nods, removing her hand from her friend’s lap. “I still don’t want to talk about it though.”

“Fine by me,” Helena simply replies.

They finish their drinks in companionable silence.

#Bering & Wells #Meets Lena Luthor #AU-ish unexpected crossover #Warehouse 13 Supergirl crossover #HG Wells #I have no idea what I'm doing don't yell at me #I'm making everything up as I go

[trashcanreddiefan]

Pick Your Poison (Reddie Undercover Cop AU) 2/?

Summary: By-the-book DEA agent Edward “Eddie” Kaspbrak receives an assignment that takes him to Derry, ME in order to capture Robert “Bob” Gray, aka “Pennywise”, a notorious drug lord. Working with the local PD, he is partnered with Detective Richie Tozier, a wise-cracking, messy cop who immediately pushes Eddie’s buttons. When they have to go undercover as a pair, will they put aside their differences long enough to work together, or will working together reveal that they have more in common than they initially thought?

Word Count: 1067 for chapter 2.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence (in later parts), swearing, mentions of drug use, other tags to be updated as necessary for each part

Author’s Note: Slow-burn, Dual-PoV Reddie AU inspired by this gifset by the lovely @toesure!

Tagging: @yourpersonalsleepparalysisdemon

CROSS-POSTED AT AO3

“Sorry I’m late, Cap,” Detective Richie Tozier drawled as he strolled into the Derry PD’s conference room for the mid-week departmental meeting, a box of doughnuts in each hand. “Derry Doughnuts was busier than usual.”

“It’s ok, we just started,” Captain Bill Denbrough replied. “Have a seat.”

Richie snagged a bavarian cream-filled doughnut out of the box and set it on the table near the door before taking an empty seat at the small, round conference table.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I just got off the phone with the DEA’s office in Washington. It appears that the new street drugs we’re seeing as well as the uptick in drug-related deaths could possibly be connected with a major drug dealer named Robert Gray, also known on the streets as ‘Pennywise’. It’s rumored that he’s set up shop here in Derry, so we will be collaborating with the DEA, who has sent an agent familiar with the case to assist us in bringing him down.”

Captain Denbrough looked at his notes. “Director Eastwood has requested that the agent be shown the latest scene before we release the house tomorrow. Richie, since this is your case you’ll be meeting them in half an hour at the location.”

Richie saluted Captain Denbrough. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

“Ben, Bev, you guys continue your investigation into the Mellon murder. We don’t know if this is connected yet or not.”

Detectives Ben Hanscom and Beverly Marsh both nodded.

“The rest of you will each be receiving a photo of Pennywise on your way out, so keep on the lookout for him while you’re on patrol.” He nodded over to the department’s sketch artist, Stanley Uris, who held a stack of photos. “Alright, let’s have a safe day, people.”

“And grab some doughnuts on your way out!” Richie called out as everyone began to clear out. “Last time it was my turn for doughnut duty I wound up having to bring the extras to my informants.”

When it was just him and Captain Denbrough, he sighed. “So, the DEA is getting involved, huh?”

Captain Denbrough scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, looks like it, Rich. I shouldn’t be surprised though. We haven’t seen a drug problem this big here in what, 27 years? Not since–” He cut himself off.

Richie placed a hand on Captain Denbrough’s shoulder. “You can’t keep blaming yourself for that, Bill. Georgie’s death wasn’t your fault.”

Captain Denbrough sighed, but said nothing.

“I promise you, man, I’m doing everything I possibly can to stop it for good this time,” Richie continued. “I’ve got feelers out to all my informants and I’ve spent day and night trying to trace the source of the drugs, so hopefully this DEA agent will have some insight on how this Pennywise guy works so we can locate him.”

Captain Denbrough looked over at the wall clock. “Speaking of, you better get going or else you’re gonna be late.”

“Right, don’t want to keep them waiting.” He gave Captain Denbrough a once-over. “You good, buddy?”

Captain Denbrough nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He nodded over at the boxes of doughnuts. “Think there’s any bear claws left?”

Richie grinned and pulled a white pastry bag out of his inner jacket pocket. “Saved you one.”

“Thanks, Rich. You’re the best.”

“Just remember that when it comes time for my evaluation,” Richie joked. “Alright, I’m out of here. I’ll report back later.”

“Alright, be safe out there.”

Richie stopped by his desk for the key to the scene before heading to his red Mustang convertible. He cranked up the radio and sang along down the streets of Derry, turning the music down when he reached the street that the house was on.

He pulled up to the curb, staring at the classic muscle car that was sitting in the drive. Definitely didn’t expect a DEA agent to drive that, he thought. He froze as the door opened and the most attractive man Richie had ever seen got out of the car.

Hot guy hot guy hot guy hot guy hot guy hot guy, his brain chanted as the guy shut the door.

The man appeared shorter than Richie’s 6'1 and was thin but muscular, with short, curly dark hair and brown eyes. He was wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt with a black leather jacket/hoodie combo over it.

Richie suddenly wanted to feel the man’s neatly trimmed facial hair between his thighs. I am so fucked, he thought.

He quickly killed the engine and stepped out of his car, plastering a grin on his face and bounding up the driveway. “Hey, man, how’s it going?”

The man appraised him. “You’re from the Derry PD?” he asked incredulously.

“Yeah, sure am.” Richie stuck a hand out. “You must be the agent sent to help with the Pennywise case.”

The agent looked at him like he was contagious before seeming to steel himself and shaking Richie’s hand. “Agent Edward Kaspbrak, DEA.” He reached in his back pocket as he spoke and pulled out his badge, flashing his identification as well.

Richie started digging in his pockets. “Ahh, shit, hang on, I’ve got my credentials around here somewhere…”

He turned and ran back to his car, grabbing his wallet off the passenger seat where he had tossed it before leaving the station. “Yeah, ok, here we go, since we’re being all official and shit… Detective Richie Tozier, Derry PD.” He quickly showed his badge before stuffing it in his jacket pocket. “So, uh, Agent Kaspbrak, how are you liking Derry so far?”

Agent Kaspbrak gave him a withering stare. “Well, let’s see, I drove 9 hours straight and got 2 hours of sleep at the one piss-poor excuse for a hotel in this town…”

“Ahh, yeah, the good old Derry Townhouse,” Richie replied. “You know, I’m not exactly sure anyone actually works there.”

“Not to mention the fact that I couldn’t even shower properly this morning because I’m pretty sure someone had been stabbed in the bathroom.  Then I get here and the liaison from the local PD is late meeting me.”

“Jesus dude, it was only by about two minutes,” Richie muttered.

“What was that?”

“I said shall we head on in?” Richie swept an arm towards the door and gestured for Agent Kaspbrak to head inside, trying resolutely not to stare at his ass as Richie followed behind him.

#reddie #Richie x Eddie #tcrf writes #Pick Your Poison

[cinnamaldeide]

#Hannigraham Meet-Cute Challenge

There’s just barely enough air to breath lately, summer has finally hit us in full force and all that is left for us... is fun. Fun at the seaside, fun with our psycho friends, fun with our precious, scruffy partners, and @funwithtyler​ fun reading lovely stories. Some of us have to combat this torrid heat to approach one very hot computer to type their very beautiful fanfictions and creations, but luckily for us we get to reap the benefits!

#29: Welcome to Widdershins Close by @zigzag-wanderer #110: Fancy meeting you by @mazephoenix #74: Going My Way by @fragile-teacup #55: A Face Like Yours by @hannibalsimago (now with fanart by @bayobayo) #13: Admirable Deceit by @cinnamaldeide​ #248: The night shift customer by @niceven-silace​ #3: You don’t see enough, you see too much by @fhimechan​ #1: Nigel’s Books by @murderfriesandgayguys {fanart} #186: Hello Gorgeous, Love Your Left Hook by @ishxallxgood #230: the aesthetics of pleasure by @exarite​ #116: Speed Dating by @ishxallxgood​ and @stratumgermanitivum #50: Evening Wedding by @emergencytrap {gifset}

You see our list of contributions is growing steadily and inexorably, but in this update I have the pleasure of including not only an incredible cooperation between our unstoppable @ishxallxgood and @stratumgermanitivum, but also an entirely new form of art, which is @emergencytrap’s nsfw gifset where the film Evening meets After the wedding.

As we had announced months ago, despite the name of our challenge, we’re allowing both Hannibal and HEU character, which means EveningWedding and Spacedogs, like in the case of our gifset and fanart, but also RoyalInstincts, DogsDogs, LucAdam, Kaisergram, whatever crosses your mind.

I’ll seize the opportunity and remind you of the #RareMeat fest, mostly on Twitter by now, which is exactly about these pairings. If you’re eager to write something involving Overgård and Galahad, for example, but you don’t know how or where they meet, only that a lot of snow is involved, consider selecting one of the prompts you see here (ง ื▿ ื)ว

#22: A is having a quiet night at home – that is, until A’s apartment neighbour begins blasting music. Frustration levels rising, A goes to knock on the neighbour’s door to ask them to keep it down… at the same time B, the resident on the other side, is about to. Need more detail? Click on the post.

#32: A checks into a cozy inn while on a cross-country road trip, beyond tired and ready to collapse. When A gets to the assigned room, he or she is in for a surprise! Someone else, B, is already in the room. Uh-oh.

#117: A is a professional assassin hired to take out a client’s cheating husband. But the client also spoke to B, a close friend, who has made it his/her’s own mission to also kill the husband. Unfortunately, both A and B have chosen the same night to do so, and it just so happens that B is a bit clumsy… and keeps getting in A’s way.

#143: A’s blind date just left, mumbling some sort of excuse about leaving the stove on. Confused and feeling rejected, A sits orders another beer at the bar, wondering where s/he went wrong. B, who had witnessed the situation, goes over and says sympathetically, “I think I know what went wrong… there’s something in your teeth.”

#162: A is interviewing potential roommates and is having very little luck. When it comes to B, A says, “I’m so sorry, I don’t think this is going to work. I can’t live with someone that I’d like to ask out.”

#166: A is at a coffee shop and sits down at a table, only to find a book on the chair. Intrigued, A starts flipping through it, and realizes it’s actually someone’s journal that had been left behind! And it’s fascinating. Unfortunately, B, the journal’s author, rushes back to retrieve it… and is horrified to see A reading it. But A, having gotten a feel for this person through his/her writing, asks if they want to go out sometime.

#176: A works at a pet store and is utterly surprised when B bursts through the door in a hurry and walks up to the cash without looking around. Out of breath, A says, “Please don’t ask why, but what do capybaras eat?”

#180: There has been a series of recent break-ins in A’s neighbourhood. B, a cop, knocks on A’s door to recommend safety measures and to ask if A has noticed anything peculiar — A hasn’t really seen anything, but invites the cop and his/her charming smile inside for coffee and a bit of false information so s/he might stay a while.

#207: A meets B and falls immediately for them, but B clearly doesn’t feel the same. After being rejected, A calls on Anteros, the avenger of unrequited love, to exact vengeance on B.

#210: A is a writer struggling to find inspiration for their next book. The publishers are breathing down their neck and the pressure is almost more than A can take. When A comes across an old Greek book in a thrift store, A brings it home and flips through the pages…. only to come across an old chant that was supposed to bring inspiration to those who read it out loud. A gives it a shot and… oh dear. Oh, oh dear. Somehow that summoned B, one of the Muses, to A’s living room.

#215: A is brought in to the police station for questioning about a crime they know nothing about and is put in an interrogation room… with B, who is another suspect in this particular case.

#231: A is hanging out with a friend but ends up stopping to look at some lingerie in a shop window. A is still chatting away, thinking that their friend has stopped with them also, and turns to where they assume their friend is to jokingly ask: “Wouldn’t I look sexy in that?” But it turns out that the friend had kept walking and it was B, a total stranger, who A had spoken to.

#232: A is in a public place and temporarily leaves their things where they are seated so that they can use the bathroom. When A returns, A notices B, the person sitting at the next table, putting A’s phone back on the table. A demands to know what they were doing with their phone, and B tells them that the phone was ringing non-stop and it was bothering everyone. Also… “Your friend is drunk and I think they want to sleep with you.”

#239: A is sitting in a cafe trying to casually read their book, but is distracted by B’s loud phone conversation at the table over. B tells a joke over the phone, which makes A crack up unexpectedly – B looks over at A, annoyed that they were eavesdropping, but also appreciative that at least someone liked their joke! B hangs up and offers to tell A another.

#240: A stops at the pub near their house to pick up some food on the way home (they make the best fries in the neighbourhood) when A receives a phone call – and some terrible news. A starts crying and B, the bartender, asks A what’s wrong. As A opens up to them, B gives A a drink on the house, and helps talk them through it.

#246: A was fatally wounded in an accident and suddenly finds themself looking down at their own lifeless body in confusion. B is a reaper and offers A guidance… but A doesn’t want to do the whole follow the light bullshit. A wants to flirt with the cute reaper.

#252: A is in the public library and notices a strange book that looks like it doesn’t belong in this section. A moves along to another genre, but it seems that this book is in every section… almost like it’s following A. How peculiar! When A finally picks it up to see what exactly it is, B appears out of thin air, and simply says, “I’ve been waiting fifty years for you.”

You may have noticed the lack of line breaks in this post. Well, it’s not the only thing I cannot do anymore on this platform, and it would be a big leap to say I’m more or less leaving Tumblr because I can’t do anymore what I previosly did, but that’s exactly what I’m doing. And I’m not alone, apparently.

This challenge, as well as the Accidental Sex initiative, could go on only thanks to those who so kindly kept the word spread for @fhimechan​ and myself. This time, I really thank @zigzag-wanderer​, @mistikfir​, @diemetzgermeisterin​, @cassraven​, @ishxallxgood​, @tiggymalvern​, @crisisoninfintefandoms​, @dyggyd​, @evakkorotta​, @thatthreetoedsloth​, @hannibalsimago​, @xchrysaliswhispersx, @bonesandscales​, @fragile-teacup​, @psychoheu​ and @cinelitchick​, you’ve all helped us keeping this well into Tumblrgeddon, but I’m sad to say this platform is not helping anymore. We’ll have to close this challenge before we had planned and hope the next one will be more fruitful.

In short, hereby starts your last month to choose one of those fantastic prompts and fill it, in whatever capacity you like: fanfiction, fanart, gifset, smoke signals, Hannigraham or RareMeat, whatever crosses your mind. We’re here to reap and to include in our collection, we appreciate your commitment and hope you won’t be mad at us for letting go of this challenge before due time.

#Hannibal (nbc) #HannigramMeetCute2019 #Hannigraham #RareMeat #EveningWedding #HEU #Meet-Cute #Different first meeting #Challenge #Monthly update #Feel free to join the table #Initiative by Cinnamaldeide #Original post #Sfw

[annakie]

Notes on a Blog Cleanup (& some other stuff) Part 4

Made it all the way back to  to page 1000. 

Started with 3021 pages.  Currently have 2954 pages, adding in posting 10 - 13 times a day for the last month... deleted somewhere around 87 pages of posts (or around 1300 total).  I’m in April 2015.  So it took two and a half years to do 50% of my posting here and nearly another year and a half to get that down to 2/3rds. It’ll just speed up from here.

Anyway, here’s a bunch of words about tumblr, fandom, and Doctor Who.

I’ve found myself deleting more news articles lately.  There’s almost no cringe-y stuff left. If I go back and do this again it’ll be even more deleting current events stuff unlessI connected to it somehow.

A LOT of the content creation I ever did happened in this time.  I did so much giffing for Who’s Line, a lot of video game stuff, especially Mass Effect, cause you know, it’s me, and a lot of edits and such.  Some way better quality than others.  I was also getting thousands of notifications a day from the few things I did that were really popular back then (still sometimes get notes on that Whose Line/Elmo/Game of Thrones gifset to this day).   

I know I’m not like, the best at gifs and edits, but hey, I think some of it is like, pretty good?  There’s a few things I’m a little sad about that just never took off, but I bet all people who try and post OC on Tumblr feel that way about some of their stuff.  A few things I made did surprisingly well, though.

I still will make the odd gif/photoset there that’s more than just “here’s some nice screenshots I took slightly edited” but honestly, I feel like these days it’s so hard to get many notes on tumblr at all?  Like there’s just so fewer people making stuff, and even less reblogging gifsets/photosets?  Idk, maybe it’s something more specific to my overall followers and who you all follow?  But I made a joking post a couple of days ago about my dash feeling weird because not everything is specifically tailored to me after scrolling through my blog, but on the OTHER hand, I also feel like, overall Tumblr has become just yet another place to post memes and text posts and has the big problem of the Reddit/Twitter/Tumblr/Instagram (+TickTock) circle where each place is like 50% screenshots/reposts of content the others?  This obviously isn’t a criticism of any actual people, but just... what tumblr has become the last year or two?  Is it just me?  Like you can find some gifsets and such with a couple thousand notes here and there but... just not as much is being produced now?  Does that make sense?

Like a month or two ago I spent a couple of hours specifically looking for good general fandom blogs specific to several fandoms I’m in and... it’s hard to even find those blogs anymore.  Like, “fuckyeah” type blogs that are someone’s sideblog about a specific topic.  And hey, believe me, I’ve created and abandoned several of these kinds of blogs on my time here (and at least one I’d keep up with but.. it just doesn’t have any content being generated for it so it’s just... sparse) so I get it.  Maybe I’m just not looking in the right places, I don’t know.  

I keep wondering how much longer I’m going to keep doing this little project, and then every 10 or pages I come across a post I didn’t tag properly that’s now been found, or something I just really wanna get off my blog and I’m like “Welp, when I stop finding these, I’ll stop looking.  So maybe in like, 2018. :p  LIterally finding posts I forgot I ever made in the first place and like has made it worth it.

Notes on TAH Fandom

This was also the phase of being heavily heavily like SO heavily into The Thrilling Adventure Hour.  And I have a lot of thoughts on that, too.

Literally, one of the best decisions of my life, tbh.  Not every moment of being like a SuperFan of this thing was sunshine and roses, but most of them really were.  Honestly, I made such good friends.  I had some extraordinary experiences, doing things that I wouldn’t have otherwise done, for sure.  I traveled to Seattle, Chicago, New York twice, and LA three times, hanging out with new friends, and getting to know the cast of a thing I loved so much, and also somehow getting to be known by them as well.  There were things that happened that I didn’t blog about here because I never wanted to come off as braggy, or just to keep a confidence.  There were a few not-as-great things that happened during that time, but basically, 2014 through mid-November 2015 will likely go down as one of the best time periods of my life, for a lot of reasons, but a good chunk of that was the experiences I had through TAH.

Hoo boy though, I blogged about it a LOT.  Like, it felt like almost as much as early blog was about Doctor Who.  I was, uh, real enthusiastic and am now kinda regretful about some of those early fandom tags.  Also turns out some of the TAH people looked at my blog more than I knew, I think, so a little yikes there thinking back on it now.  But also I was kind and helpful a lot, so all of that was good.

This is a good recap post of all of the awesome stuff.  And even that glosses over a lot of the really cool stuff, or skirts around some of it, just to try and stay brief about it.

One of the big things I learned from that experience was that being a very involved person in a fandom is such a double-edged sword.  For one thing, it honestly became somewhat of a second job for me, which I 100% put upon myself.  But running FYTAH (with Shannon!) and admining/writing a large percentage of the TAH Wiki (with Ange!), working in the booths at conventions (with Jena + Shannon/Kitty/Jamie/Dani) and being available to help in a variety of other ways was A Lot.  Which again, I took on willingly.  And Ange warned me about it several times but I was like “No I want to do this.”  So then it also kind of turned into like a customer service job even outside of working at the cons.  After awhile you gotta smile and be nice allllll the time. I ended up taking a lot of things offline to a small subset of friends.  And most of that came from other fans, not from the show itself (except like, feeling like I couldn’t show my true disappointment when the show was ending, or feeling like I couldn’t air any criticisms I had about the show except in very private conversations.)  

At one point I was having an email conversation with a couple of those friends and realized that, for the first time in my life, I was like a “popular kid”, which was weird.  And I tried my damnedest to be as welcoming and inclusive and not to let anyone feel left out.  But also there’s a point where like, you can only take on so much, and you can only be actual friends with so many people?   You can be kind and welcoming and enthusiastic and all, but you only have so much time and energy to give away.  There were so many messages I never answered still sitting in my / the FYTAH inbox or in email and some on twitter because I just didn’t have the bandwidth to give away sometimes.  It was a weird lesson to learn because I knew it so well in general in my personal life, but had never had to apply it... in this way before?  Does that sound weird?  Or braggy?  I feel like I’m walking on land mines with this one.

For a more specific example of what I mean, in March, 2015 ten of us rented a house and lived in it for a long weekend for the TAH 10th anniversary show + a fun getaway vacation. Everyone invited was someone I knew or were close with someone else in the group.  A few more people had been invited but couldn’t afford it, so word got around a little bit.  And it was AMAZING.  But I later heard that there were a few people, most of whom I didn’t really know, were hurt that they weren’t invited.  Jena and I spent dozens of hours and put a lot of financial risk into being the custodians of the trip for even the ten of us, and it was a huge undertaking.  It was never meant to be a thing for the entire fandom, just a group of people who were already friends.  But there was still a small kerfluffle from a few people about it.  Which, I TOTALLY get feeling bad about being left out but... it was always supposed to be a relatively small thing, never any kind of “Official Fandom Get Together”.  And we definitely didn’t have the time/money/ability to host an “open call for anyone to come” type thing.  Just coordinating 10 people (and about 25 - 30 overall getting together to hang out at designated times over the weekend) was... more than enough.

At one point sometime later people started suggesting that we organize and hold an actual TAH-Con and I... let that one pass me by without really talking about it.  It was definitely too much, and even then I knew it.  And I mean, the shadow of Dashcon was still hanging over all fandoms heavily in those days.  I wasn’t about to become the next Dashcon.  It never got past a few emails being passed around.

So yeah, to be honest, if I could go back and do those years again, I absolutely would, it was like 95% awesomeness.  But I think in regards to some of the fandom-specific things, I’d be a little less of a doormat, and I’d be a little more careful about spreading myself too thin.

So now that the show is “back”, I am enjoying listening to it, and I’ll reblog some things or post big news on FYTAH, but I’ve been lazy about even helping out with the wiki (I keep meaning to get back to it, Ange is still doing great) because... although I’m still a HUGE fan, I also am gonna be more laid back about it now.  

I also haven’t REALLY loved a thing in the same way since TAH.  The closest there has been is Critical Role, and I’ve been real careful to stay out of any actual fandom stuff there.  I really love the thing, but I’m gonna keep with my group of 5 or 6 other fans I already know (all from other fandoms) who love the thing too, and stay out of wider discussions.  With some of the stuff happening there lately, it was a good decision.  

Wow, that was a lot of words.  Sorry. 

Hey one last thing to catch up on.

Doctor Who Rewatch 2019!

I’m now already at 6x01, into the Silence episodes.

So I did finally rewatch the Desert Bus episode that I hated so much before and like... this time... it was fine?  Cheesy and all, but not so bad that I should have hated it as much as I did?  Also noticed the Doctor doing the classic “gonna hit on this girl really hard in the beginning then drop her so quick at the end” thing to the companion of the week.  Ah, Ten.  The most bi-polar of all Doctors.  I’m gonna be honest, I decided to skip on through Waters of Mars because I realized I was just ready to be done with Ten at that point.  I’ll probably go back to it at some point but I wasn’t ready for another Ten Temper Tantrum, maybe the worst one of all, in that episode.

So I finished Ten (and oh man that whole two-parter to end Ten with... like the whole Master plotline is such a stinker.  The first half, in particular, is so bad, the only really good scene is the one in the cafe with Wilf.  The rest of it... wow.  Wasn’t that whole thing written like the week before filming and never really edited or something? IDK.)  The last half hour or so is really good though, with Ten’s sacrifice (after a tantrum) and then all the companion goodbyes (except Joan Redfern’s granddaughter, bleh).  

But yay, on to Eleven and Amy and Rory and more River!

Season Five is... wow it starts off strong and really stalls there in the middle for a bit.  Picks back up a bit with Rory returning, then somehow has two great episodes without Rory and ends strong, though the first pretty nonsensical Moffat-era “this doesn’t make sense but it looks and sounds so good you don’t care, right?” season arc and ending.  Season six, I’m already remembering, is way, way worse for that.  But anyway.  Rory remains my second favorite companion ever.  And episodes with Amy, Rory and River continue to be my favorites.  Also? Matt Smith is so good.

But even early on in season six I’m remembering how really dumb the overarching plotline is... Moffat is great at “Oh man this will be cool so I’m gonna throw it in there! (and it really is some very cool stuff!) and hope it all makes sense later!  Or just don’t think about it too hard!”

Honestly though, despite all the quibbles, most of the episodes work on an individual level if you don’t think about the the overall arc Moffat is trying to do.  Even those that are a bit sloggy, like the Cold Blood/Hungry Earth two-parter, have enough great moments to justify watching them.  (Ambrose is still maybe one of the worst “regular people” characters to ever be on this show, though.)  There’s still no “Fear Her”.  And that’s pretty good.

Also?  The blog itself is now about as Doctor Who oriented as it is in the last year.  Like... oh the season is airing?  There’s a lot more good stuff to reblog, I’ll reblog good stuff.  Season not airing, a scattered post here and there.  It’s a much better place to be.

After Amy and Rory leave, that was about the end of my true like “Doctor Who Obsession” phase.  On my Blog we’re in the break between Amy and Rory leaving and Clara showing up. I never really clicked with Clara, I think like a lot of people.  Like I really liked the season with Danny, but after that season I never really rewatched episodes, so I’m looking forward to getting there and experiencing some stuff again for the second time.  

#personal post tag thingy #notes on a blog cleanup

[twdeadfanfic]

Don’t look back Pt.3/3

*Summary:  Daryl is used to his brother coming and going out of his life, leaving him alone, since he was a kid. He’s used to Merle meaning trouble too, and to be dragged into all his messes as Daryl loyally follows his brother. But this time Merle’s mess has reached top and has affected more people than the brothers, and Daryl finds himself wanting to step in and fix it, as once again he’s left alone by his brother. Inspired by me wondering how Daryl felt about having always done as Merle says and yet being always left alone, and especially by wondering how is Daryl so good with kids, handling baby Judith so good, like a pro since day one.

*Tags/Warnings: There’s cute stuff here, but the main tag is Angst. Daryl’s pov, there’s an OC (well…two…), but still, this is mostly a Daryl Dixon fic. Once again, this gets pretty angsty, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Last chapter! This is going to be very, very angsty people! You’ve been warned.

Also, I’ve been reblogging some pictures of Norman Reedus that I’ve called “young Daryl” and some gifsets that I think kind of have a bit of the vibe of this mini-series. If you want to check it, this is the tag: Don’t look back (Sorry but tumblr doesnt allow me to direct link it)

Link to my masterlist with my other works can be found on the description of this blog. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but tumblr doesn’t show posts with links in the tags.

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Months later, Daryl is still thinking about Claire’s words. He doesn’t know much about Merle’s situation, but now he knows he’s indeed getting an early release, though not until months. Daryl still means what he told Claire, he’s not going to stop being her friend, seeing her an Emily, but he can’t help but be nervous about what Merle is going to think and how his life is going to be with his brother back again.

He’s gone to the woods, further than usual, camped the night there, both to try and clear his mind and also to try and hunt a deer. He’s been only successful at the latest, and so now he’s trying to tie the deer to the bike, which is not that easy. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken the bike for this, but he wanted to ride.

He rides back, plans on going to see Claire and Emily, give them some deer. Between the kindergarten and Claire working more, he doesn’t see them as often as he did once, but still often enough. He doesn’t want to show up at her place with a dead deer over his shoulders and so first he goes to his place to get it ready. It takes him a while, so when he rides to Claire’s place he knows Emily would be back from the kindergarten and Claire’d have finished working too.

“Hi!” Claire grins when she opens the door. “How was your hunting?”

“Got a deer.” He hands him a pack with some of the meat he got ready.

He walks inside and finds Emily inside that kind of big cage that Claire calls park, playing with some toys.  She smiles when she sees him, reaching out to him, babbling something that sounds like “hi.” She does that lately, she stills babbles nonsense but also things like no, mum, and some other little words.  Claire has said she’s going to teach her to say ‘Daryl’ and he’s not sure if she was kidding or not, but the idea makes him feel giddier than he wants to admit.

“Hi darlin’, what did you do to end up in baby jail?” He asks as he kneels down next to the park thing, picking Emily up and placing her outside.

“I told you not to call it like that,” Claire says, humor in her voice, as she goes to leave the meat in the kitchen. “It’s a park.”

“A park, yeah, sure, does it looks like a park to you, sweetheart?” He wouldn’t be caught talking like that to Emily outside that house, the idea mortifies him. He’s still embarrassed doing it in front of Claire, but not as much as once he had been. Emily babbles a “no” and Daryl looks at Claire, smirking. She rolls her eyes but smiles too.

Emily holds on Daryl’s hands as she tries to stand up. Daryl helps her steady herself as she tries taking some steps, his smile going wide. She’s always been a fast crawler, but now she’s trying to take steps too. “I’m going to come one day and you’re gonna be walking already, uh?”

“Then she’s going to be spending more time in baby jail. She already manages to get everywhere just by crawling the moment I don’t have my eye on her, I don’t want to think about her walking.”

“Nah, I’ll bail you out.” Daryl keeps helping Emily stumbling steps until the little girl gets bored of it and she sits down on Daryl’s leg, reaching out to grab a stuffed bunny that was one of her favorites.

“Bun.” She babbles as she tries to push it onto Daryl’s hand, he’s not very sure as for what.

“Hey, that’s a new word,” he says as he holds the bunny, still unsure of what Emily wants him to do with it.

“Yeah, a bunny.” Claire goes to sit down next to them. “Like the ones Daryl hunts and I’ve been feeding you, doesn’t that seem conflicting to you?” She jokes, Emily’s little enough not to understand what she’s saying. “No? Then wait until you watch Bambi and Daryl takes you hunting deer.”

Daryl snorts, nudging Claire with his shoulder, but Emily just smiles, unaware, taking another plushy, a fish this time, and pushing Daryl with it again. “What does she want me to do?”

“Don’t know, ask her.” Claire smiles, seeming amused, and she grabs a plushy to throw it at Daryl too. He rolls his eyes at her but can’t even pretend to be annoyed.

For a while, Daryl is silent, holding toys that Emily passes him as she babbles its names, sometimes right sometimes not, half his mind in the little girl, half the other still on his brother.

“Merle’s getting the early release.” He finally blurts out. He waits for Claire to say something, but she doesn’t, so Daryl glances at her. She’s serious and thoughtful, and Daryl guesses what she might be thinking about.

“I meant what I told you, just cos my brother’s back doesn’t mean I’m not going to see you both anymore. That ain’t happening.” Daryl knows how Merle can be, but he’ll think something, he’ll make it work. Claire just shrugs in silence. “You don’t believe me.” He deflates. He holds Emily a bit tighter, like if that could shield him from his emotions, but it does the opposite.

“It’s not that.” Claire let’s out a sigh. “Just…I wouldn’t hold it against you, if you do.” She fidgets with one of the toys as she speaks. “You’ve done enough for us. And Merle’s your brother, and you were always following him before, so-”

“I ain’t my brother’s dog or nothing, woman!” Daryl snaps harsher than he wants without letting her stop, he can’t help it, he’s always hated how he indeed ends up doing whatever Merle tells him. Emily looks at him, startled, like if he had scared her, and it’s like a punch to the gut.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Daryl.” Claire begins speaking softly again. “But you guys were always together, you’re brothers, so if when he’s back Emily and I don’t quite fit in the picture…well, I understand, and-”

“Stop with that.” Daryl cuts her again, softer this time. “I already told you nothing’s going to change.” It wasn’t entirely true, things would change with Merle there, Daryl knew it, but nothing was going to change the fact that Claire was his best friend and that he’d always want to help her to take care of Emily and protect the little girl, not Merle, not anything. He was loyal to his brother, but now he was loyal to Claire and Emily too.

“Okay.” Claire gives him a tiny smile.

“Only thing that can happen is that you will have to put up with my brother sometimes.” Daryl half-jokes, totally aware of how Merle can be sometimes, but Claire already knew him and she isn’t one to scare easy. Besides, Daryl doesn’t really plan on letting Merle around Emily too often.

“I can do that.” Claire’s smile goes a bit wider.

“Settled, then.”

They fall silent again but is not as tense as before. Daryl watches as Claire and Emily play with some construction blocks, passing them some from time to time as they build something without a defined form.

“What’s this supposed to be?” He asks as he passed them the block Emily pointed, way too big to place it on top of the other four that she has placed before.

“Modern art,” Claire replies, reaching out to stop the small tower from falling down. “She’s an artist, you see.”

“I see.”  He smirks. “Gonna be a while until she can put a bike together.”

“She doesn’t want to put together a bike, she’s an artist, I told you.”

Emily doesn’t say anything, just passes Daryl another block, babbling as he waits for him to place it on top of the tower.

*

Daryl has gone out to the woods again, further this time, to the place where his uncle took him to camp as a kid to teach him how to hunt when his father was too drunk and too out of control. That, until his uncle left him too.

He likes the solitude, likes the woods and being out there, likes it better than the town, but after a couple of days he’s more than ready to go back to see Claire and Emily. He had just needed to clear his mind.

For all his words to Claire, Daryl can’t help but worry as days pass and Merle’s release date gets closer. It must be in a week or so by now, or maybe just days. Is not that he doesn’t want his brother to come back, he misses him, it’s just he can almost hear him making fun and what not of him and his friendship with Claire and her little girl. And he’s not sure how Merle’s going to take all the time he spends with Emily and Claire. He doesn’t think he’s going to like it, though. He’s unsure too of what his brother is going to want them to do once he’s back.

Anyway, there’s no point worrying about that now. It feels wrong, telling Claire that he’s not going to stop hanging out with her just because his brother is getting back and then spending more time in the woods, but he thinks she understands.

He has taken Merle’s bike again so he can enjoy it before he’s back, and he has left it hidden in some bushes at the outside of the woods. He should clean it before his brother gets back.

He makes his way back to where he left the bike but before he can reach it, he sees a man stumbling to him, seeming to come from the road. His clothes are ragged and bloodied, his face gray and splashed with more blood, his eyes clouded. Maybe he’s been in some kind of accident, he looks so bad Daryl doesn’t know how he’s walking.

“You okay, man?”

He doesn’t answer, and the more he approaches the more Daryl realizes he doesn’t look normal. Like, at all. A shiver runs through Daryl's spine as he looks at him, he looks beyond ill, dead even. The man begins reaching out for him, growling. Maybe he’s insane.

"Stop right there!” Daryl yells, raising his crossbow, and when the man keeps going Daryl loses the arrow, aiming to stop him but not kill him. The man keeps going though, doesn’t even seem to notice the arrow, so the next one Daryl loses goes straight through his chest. That doesn’t stop him either, and Daryl is dumbfounded for a moment. Before he knows what’s happening, the man throws himself at him with more strength that he seems to have and Daryl falls to the ground with him on top.

He struggles, trying to push him away but the man doesn’t relent, trying to bite him. Daryl manages to get out his hunting knife and stabs the man with it several times, but he doesn’t stop, and not knowing what to do, Daryl sinks it into the man’s skull as hard as he can. That finally makes him stop moving and Daryl kicks him off him when he drops dead on top of him.

Daryl rushes onto his feet, looking at the corpse, a thousand confusing thoughts racing through his mind. He doesn’t know what’s going on or what to do, but before he can think anything else, he sees another man and a woman looking like that going to him. He aims again, this time the arrow going straight to the woman’s chest but that doesn’t make her stop, neither the one straight to her heart and so Daryl aims at her head, and that makes her fall down. Her next arrow goes straight to the man’s head.

Daryl still doesn’t know what to do or what to think, all he knew is that he has to get out of there and back to the town. He takes the bike off the bushes and rides back to the road. There is a car there and two corpses lying on the ground, but Daryl ignores it, driving back to the town.

Halfway there he finds a couple of cars crashed on the road, and what it seems like one of those things, which Daryl is starting to doubt are people anymore, bended on top of someone, seeming to be biting him, or eating him, or Daryl doesn’t know what but he doesn’t stop, speeding up, going as fast as he can. Whatever is going on, Daryl needs to get to the town and check on Claire and Emily.

There are some more of those things at the town, roaming the streets, looking at him when they hear the bike, snapping, while others seem to be eating the people that are dead on the ground, and maybe Daryl is going crazy but he’s pretty sure those are people he knows. He still doesn’t know what’s going on, it just gets weirder and weirder, but whatever it is, it’s not good.

“Help!”

Daryl’s about to ignore the voice pleading for help but a woman runs in front of his bike, making him slam the breaks and almost falling down. Before he can yell at her he sees what seems one of those things, and this time he’s sure he knows her, he has seen her enough times at the park. Without thinking it twice, he rushes to take his crossbow and shoots at the head before she can get too close.

“The hell is going on?” He snaps at the woman who’s stopped in front of his bike.

“That, hell! The dead walking!” The woman seems out of herself but it’s not like Daryl can really blame her. “The end of the world!” Daryl scoffs at that, turning on the engine again. “I’ve seen it on tv, it’s not only here, it’s everywhere, people are going insane like that and attacking people everywhere!”

Daryl’s head has been on Claire and Emily the whole time, but it goes to his brother at that. Everywhere? Does that mean the jail where Merle is too? The knot of worry that’s clenching his stomach gets worse, he needs to go there and find his brother, and then Merle’ll know what to do. But first he needs to check on Claire and the little girl, make sure they are okay. Maybe she can convince Claire to go with him to get Merle or at least he needs to get her and Emily to a safe place, because that town is seeming crazier every passing minute.

Without any other word, the woman rushes into what Daryl guesses it’s her car to drive away. She should be good enough and so Daryl speeds up to Claire’s place. Those things snap their heads at him but Daryl ignores them, stopping just to shoot at them when they’re blocking the way, but he tries to just drive through them, afraid of getting out of arrows, and there’s not enough of them to actually block the road.

Daryl stops in front of Claire’s place, his worry going out of control when he sees the door is open and he straights out panics when he rushes inside and sees blood on the floor. He’s about to call for Claire but then there’s a horrifying gurgling sound and he sees her lying on the floor, hands clutching her throat as blood pours over them.

Daryl straight blacks out for a second but then he’s rushing to her, falling onto his knees next to her, pulling her into his arms. He doesn’t know what to do, panic gripping him as he takes her hands and sees her throat tore open. Claire looks at him with cloudy eyes as she chokes and gurgles, and Daryl thinks she chokes out something that sounds like ‘Emily’ but he’s not sure. He knows he has to find the little girl and keep her safe, but he can’t leave Claire.

He doesn’t know if Claire’s shaking or if it’s him, but his hands are trembling as he presses them to her throat and he’s sure his heart stops when Claire closes her eyes, lying limp on his arms. “No, no, no, Claire, hey.” He all but pants for air as his lungs seem to stop working, he has to do something but he doesn’t know what, the fear that grips his heart telling him she’s beyond help.

Claire’s eyes open to look at him as he shakes her and for a crazy second Daryl dares to have hope, but then she stops chocking and gurgling, her eyes fixed on him but empty, and just like that she’s gone.

Daryl can only stare at her body, his vision turning blurry as tears fill his eyes. He’s shaking, and his lungs burn as he gasps for air. It doesn’t feel real and at the same time it feels too real. It huts like it’s real. Daryl doesn’t think he can move, his body doesn’t seem to respond, but he forces himself to do it, he has to. He has to find Emily and keep her safe, though he doesn’t know what to do or where to go. He has to find Merle, take Emily with him, make sure both his brother and the little girl are safe, and then Merle will know what to do.

He’s holding Claire’s body against him but he makes himself lie her onto the floor to get up, tries not to look at her but he does and for a moment the pain overwhelms him again, threatening to make him crumble and fall again, but he forces himself to shut it and keep going. He rubs his eyes as he takes a deep breath, realizing too late that his hands are wet with Claire’s blood, smearing it over his face, turning his stomach.

Daryl chokes a whimper but he has no time for that, he has to find Emily. The little girl is going to be scared seeing him like that, though. At least she didn’t have to see her mother like that, she’s not around, and for a moment Daryl fears Emily’s not in the house and he’s not going to be able to find her, but it’s past time she was home from the kindergarten and he can see his little boots propped up at the side of the sofa. She has to be there, and this time it’s not going to be too late.

“Emily? Sweetheart?” He calls for her and there’s no babbly answer but Daryl forces himself not to panic and he rushes to her room. She’s in the corridor, sitting on the floor with her back to him as if blissfully oblivious to everything that’s going on, and Daryl lets out a relieved sigh. “Darlin’, we have to go, alright?”

Daryl walks closer to pick her up but stops, his blood freezing in his veins when he hears the growl coming from Emily. No, it can’t be that. She turns around and looks at him with those empty eyes, the same that the things on the streets have, her face drained of color but the red of the blood that has splashed it, contorting into something that terrifies Daryl as she snarls. It can’t be real.

Her little hands reach out for him as she growls and she tries to get up, stumbling a couple of steps before she falls down and resorts to crawling. Daryl can’t move, can’t think, can’t breathe, he feels as he’s as dead as Claire, empty, his mind numb.

Somehow his survival instinct kicks in through his shock, forcing him to stop looking at what is not Emily anymore, to turn away and run out of the house, but he’s not sure how he’s able to do it because next thing Daryl knows is that he’s on Merle’s bike riding as fast as he can, he doesn’t know where, doesn’t care. His mind is still clouded, making him feel numb, but that’s better than the pain. The pain is too much.

He takes a turn, just because, gets into the woods, keeps riding until the wheels of the bike get stuck in the mud and both the bike and him fall to the ground, hitting his head, but Daryl doesn’t care, doesn’t bother to try to get up. He wants his mind to be numb and the pain in his head is better to the one in his heart.

This doesn’t make sense. He still doesn’t know what’s going on but he doesn’t care, all he knows is that Claire is gone and that Emily is…something that is nor her, and it doesn’t make sense. Daryl curls on himself, closes his eyes. Maybe it’s a nightmare, maybe he’ll wake up, his nightmares are terrifying, painful, but they don’t hurt like this, and he knows this is real.

He can’t help his sobs, can’t stop them, neither the tears that burn his eyes. They are gone, he doesn’t understand how or why, but they are gone, his best friend and her little girl, the people Daryl wanted to protect, the people he ended up caring about so, so much, the people that made him happy, made his life better, the people he loves.

It hurts worse than if one of his bolts had gone through his heart, it hurts worse than if his heart’d have been ripped out of his chest while he’s still alive, his stomach clenches and turns, making him want to throw up.  

Daryl stays like that, curled, eyes closed, fighting to breathe, until he hears a growl and knows that one of those things are close, but he can’t find the will to get up and fight it, he doesn’t want to move. His survival instinct kicks in once again when the thing gets close enough to reach him, though, making him move like a robot, getting up and facing the thing that growls and snarls, reaching out and trying to grab him

Daryl doesn’t bother to get an arrow on the crossbow and aim, he just bashes the crossbow onto the thing’s head, hitting it hard. The thing fells to the ground, probably dead, but Daryl keeps hitting and hitting, yelling at it, until what was its head isn’t recognizable anymore. He drops the crossbow and kicks the dead body until his legs give up and he falls to the ground.

He doesn’t want to feel. He wants to be numb again, he wants to shut it down, but images keep coming to his mind and there’s no way to stop them. He can’t get it out of his mind, the image of Emily, or the thing with Emily’s dead face.

He closes his eyes tight and he can almost see her when she was so, so tiny, wrapped in the scarf…the first time he held her…playing with her while she babbled…her holding onto his hands stubbornly trying to walk, but all those memories faze and all he can see is her dead face snarling as her dead body somehow crawled to him. Because Daryl knows it, knows that even though she’s moving, she’s dead, no matter he doesn’t understand how, and she’s not coming back

His memories of Claire smiling to him, joking as they three played together, talking with him for hours and hours as they walked, telling him he was his best friend, having his back in more ways than she knew, all them turn into her body dead in his arms, her empty eyes on him, he tries to hear her voice but all he hears is her gurgling as she chocked.

Daryl can’t take it and he curls onto himself again, shaking, his lugs burning as if his body doesn’t want to breathe anymore.

He was supposed to take care of them, to protect them, and he wasn’t there. He should have been there. He should have saved them. They should be alive. He failed them and now they are gone and he’s alone, and it hurts too much to keep going.

“And you call yourself a Dixon? You are a shame. Lying there on top of a pile of brains, whimpering like some pussy. This is all on you, Lil’ brother, all your fault.”

Daryl’s thinks he’s going insane when he hears Merle’s voice. Maybe he’s turning into one of those things too.

“You’ve been like this since you were this Lil’ brat, I always had to drag you everywhere with me, tried to teach you to be like me, and all for this…all I got for a brother is this whining, crying, useless, weak mess…I’m ashamed to call you my blood.”

Merle’s voice ranting again, so clear, and this time Daryl looks up but he can’t see his brother anywhere. He’s really going insane.

“You’re gonna be lying there, whimpering like a beaten dog, until you get your useless ass eaten? Nah, Lil’ brother, you stole your older brother’s bike and now you’re gonna get it back to him. So come on, get your whining ass on that bike and drive it to me, and without any scratch. Come on, Darylina.”

Merle.

He’s right.

His brother might still be alive, he has to. Of course he’s alive. He’s Merle. Merle doesn’t die.

Daryl has to find him.

He tries to get up but his legs are shaking too much. His head thumps from when he hit it when he fell off the bike but that’s good, that’s welcomed. He sits down, takes a deep breath. He wants to be numb again, he needs to be numb again, he doesn’t want to feel, he can’t.

He doesn’t want the pain, the hurt, the memories, the feelings. He shuts everything, he pushes everything down, somewhere where he hopes he won’t have to feel it or see it again. All his memories of Claire and Emily. He doesn’t want anything of that anymore, he can’t handle it. He needs it gone.

He struggles but at the end he manages to push everything down, to shut it down. He has to find Merle.  Nothing else matters now but finding his brother.

Daryl gets up, takes the bike, drags it out of the mud. Emily liked to play in the sand and the mud, Claire never minded the little girl getting dirty if that meant she was having fun, she neither minded getting her clothes full of mud. Daryl can almost hear them laughing and tears burn in his eyes again as he gasps for air.

No.

That’s gone.

He has to shut that down.

Or otherwise he won’t be able to keep going, and he needs to find Merle.

He pushes it all down, all the pain, all the feelings, everything, shuts himself.

Daryl drags the bike back to the road, gets on it, kicks on the engine and seeps up, off to find his brother, fast enough he can’t think, fast enough he can’t feel anything that’s not the wind, and he doesn’t look back.

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Well...I told you this was going to be angsty :( I’m really sorry people, but I had this idea in my mind and I hade to write it down. I think it makes sense with how hard Daryl tried to find Sophia, he’s very protective and he likes kids, he didn’t want another one to die, and also it makes snse with how good and sweet he was with lil asskicker. Writing this killed me, I cried, but I also love it.

Next monday a liltte one-shot/imagine based on 9x09 is coming, and then on wednesday a new series begins. I hope you’ll like those! You can read the summaries in my masterlist.

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[tonystarkbingo]

Week 5 Roundup!  Keep reading to see the spectacular stuff everyone got up to this past week!

Title: Not Your Damsels In Distress Collaborator: katling Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Damsels (and others) In Distress Ship: FrostIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: not Team Cap friendly, not IW compliant Summary: The Rogues make a very, very, very big mistake when they decide to crash a certain girls' day out. Word Count: 719

Title: this undoing of the first end Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Skrulls! Ship: Bucky/Steve/Tony/T’Challa Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, dubious consent due to identity issues, PTSD, implied/referenced child abuse Summary: “Sir?” “Yeah, JARVIS?” Tony mumbles, skewering his screwdriver through the gauntlet. “It appears that Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes and King T’Challa have returned,” JARVIS informs him. Tony jumps out of his chair. “Well, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” “I told you the moment they arrived!” JARVIS argues. “Not soon enough,” Tony huffs. “I believe it is time to form a union, sir,” JARVIS snipes. “Oh, come on, don’t be such a baby.” “I simply cannot work in these conditions,” JARVIS sighs, exasperated. “Baby,” Tony sings, as the elevator doors close around him. Word Count: 10347

Title: Flutter Collaborator: mortenavida  Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - flutter Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: No powers AU, meet-cute Summary: It's couples night at the drive-in, but Tony shows up alone (as he always does). They won't let him in without a partner, but before he could drive away upset, a stranger hops into his car and says, "Hey babe, sorry I'm late." Tony rolls with it. Word Count: 859   

Title: From Russia with Purrs Collaborator: tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: A2 - free square Ship: Ned Leeds & Peter Parker Rating: Gen Major Tags: cat sitting, friendship Summary: Spider-Man doesn’t always get called in to help with the Avengers stuff, but when Peter is given a special, urgent mission from the Winter Soldier, he needs to call in backup Word Count: 2505

Title: Memory Lane Collaborator: buying_the_space_farm Link: AO3 Square Filled: R5 - Kink: Mind Controlled Sex Ship: FrostIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, sexual roleplay, consensual nonconsent, BDSM, rough sex Summary: The past cannot be changed. But with a little roleplay, overwriting haunting memories can be easier than it seems. Word Count: 3269

Title: I would've bought you dinner first Collaborator: Bill_Longbow Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - Kink: pornstar/rentboy/sexworker Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: No Powers AU, pornstars, explicit sexual content, fluff, meet cute Summary: Steve meets Tony on the set of a porno movie. A porno movie meet cute. Word Count: 2131

Title: It's Not The Perfume that You Wear Collaborator: chase_acow Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - kink: crossdressing Ship: Tony Stark/Sam Wilson Rating: Teen Major Tags: crossdressing Summary: "I've been waiting for someone to wander by," Tony said, flippantly gesturing over his shoulder as if Sam wasn't standing a foot away having a midlife crisis. "Zip me up, would you?" Word Count: 2084

Title: Trying to be the hero (like always) - Chapter 2 Collaborator: alexisriversong Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 -  puzzle Ship: Stuckony Rating: Mature Major Tags: polyamory, angst, fix-it Summary: So... This got longer than I thought... This is literally a full chapter in wich Tony is in a coma... Word Count: 4255

Collaborator: famedglory Link: Pillowfort Square Filled: R4 - Asgard Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: art, Tony Stark, Heimdall Summary: I can't see Tony visiting Asgard and not asking this.

Title: Lost Boy Collaborator: Politzania Link: AO3 Square Filled: S5 - Edwin Jarvis Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: canon character death Summary: After the funeral of his former employers, Edwin Jarvis comforts their son, Tony Stark. Word Count: 751

Title: You're Just What I Needed Collaborator: chase_acow Link: AO3 Square Filled: S4 Costume Porn Ship: Tony Stark/Sam Wilson Rating: Teen Major Tags: costume kink Summary: "Uh, believe it or not," Tony said, having to clear his throat when it threatened to close over the delicious things Sam was doing with his tongue to Tony's neck. "I actually need your help down in the workshop, not a quickie before dinner." Word Count: 1801

Title: we were written in the stars you and i Collaborator: Sbiderslut Link: A03 Square Filled: K5 Ancient Civilizations Ship: Tony Stark/Peter Parker Rating: M Major Tags: Major Character Death Summary:  Swept up in Mnemosyne’s current, Tony Stark and Peter Parker remember their past lives. Word Count: 2381

Title: [Podfic] take my hand, take my whole life too Collaborator: only_more_podfucs (only_more_love)  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Square K4: Never meant to hurt you  Ship: Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: asexuality, fluff, podfic Summary: Podfic for take my hand, take my whole life too," by FreyaS. "Tony stands in front of the mirror and nervously adjusts the cuffs of his bespoke suit. He fiddles with the cufflinks shaped like the atoms of the element he created (a present from Rhodey for his forty-something birthday) and tries to breathe in slowly and calm his nerves. This is his fifth and probably last date with Steve and he wants to commemorate the moment with his most polished look. The suit is his armor and it’ll carry him through to the bitter end."

Title: Damsels Lacking In Distress Collaborator: katling Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: FrostIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: not Team Cap friendly Summary: You asked for it, my muses decide to play ball - What happened to the ladies in Not Your Damsels In Distress. You probably should read that one before this. Word Count: 1884

Title: John Wick AU Collaborator: feignedsobriquet Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S1 - revenge Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: art, guns Summary: The Winter Soldier is on the run, but even he is aware of the rumours in the underground about the Continental Hotel. Anthony Edward Stark went missing, presumed dead shortly after the deaths of his parents but Antonio Carbonell is the Sommelier at the Continental. They might just end up being each other’s best chance for revenge..

Title: Happy Feet Collaborator: calmena Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 - Magic Ship: Tony Stark and Loki Rating: Teen Major Tags: magic Summary: Tony didn't expect to end up on Jotunheim. He also didn't expect Loptr, or to be turned into a penguin, but what can you do. Word Count: 1311

Collaborator: lbibliophile-mcu Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R1 - Canon MCU (Pre-CA:CW) Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: gifset, PTS Summary:  gifset of Tony's PTSD and relationship with Pepper

Title: S1 & A5-Frozen Together - Chapter One Collaborator: Thudworm Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - Loki Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: huddling for warmth, there’s only one bed Summary: Thwarting Loki's latest attempt at world domination leaves two Avengers stranded in a frozen wasteland. Word Count: 1363

Title:  Let’s be Together Collaborator: Alexisriversong Link A03 Square Filled A3 Freesquare Ship: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Rating: M Major Tags: Age gap, non explicit sex, drunken confessions Summary:  Peter loves Tony, he tells him and then runs away and gets drunk because he thoght he had no chance. It’s not exactly like that. They both have issues but they can face them together. Word Count: 1359

Title: T2 Maria Hill Collaborator: rainbowshoes Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Maria Hill Ship: none Rating: Teen Major Tags: panick attacks, PTSD, mock battle Summary: Maria misses the days when she got her hands dirty on a regular basis. That was the good part about being a regular field agent. She knows she's more valuable where she is now, working at such a high level for Stark, but she does miss it. So, she'll watch the agents train sometimes. It's enough, just to observe quietly. It keeps the itch under her skin at bay. Word Count: 2226

Title: The Kids are All Right Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: A2 - Next Generation Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: Dad!Tony, pranks Summary: The kids are going to drive Tony mad, he’s sure of it. Or, three times Tony despaired of the next generation, and one time he didn’t. Word Count: 2520

Title: Gladiator - Chapter One Collaborator: rainbowshoes Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Ancient Civilization AU Ship: none Rating: Explicit Major Tags: blood, violence, gore, canonical character death, slavery, gladiator AU Summary: “Remove your helmet,” Anthony orders. James hesitates for a moment. He was arrested for Rumlow's lie that he'd murdered the emperor's parents. He hadn't, of course, but that didn't seem to matter much. Rumlow was close to the Praetor, and he'd said James did it, so James had been arrested. He'd expected to be executed, but then Rumlow had fucking sold him into slavery instead. He's only glad he wasn't executed now, because it gave him the chance to get his revenge. Word Count: 2802

Title: Gladiator - Chapter Two Collaborator: rainbowshoes Link: AO3 Square Filled: T4 - Slave fic Ship: none Rating: Explicit Major Tags: blood, violence, gore, canonical character death, slavery, gladiator AU Summary: “Remove your helmet,” Anthony orders. James hesitates for a moment. He was arrested for Rumlow's lie that he'd murdered the emperor's parents. He hadn't, of course, but that didn't seem to matter much. Rumlow was close to the Praetor, and he'd said James did it, so James had been arrested. He'd expected to be executed, but then Rumlow had fucking sold him into slavery instead. He's only glad he wasn't executed now, because it gave him the chance to get his revenge. Word Count: 2802

Title: Last Chance Collaborator: rainbowshoes Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - last chance Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Dark Tony, memory suppressing machine/The Chair, assassination Summary: “Last chance, Rogers,” Tony said, holding out a newly printed copy of the amended accords...“No, Tony,” Steve said, shaking his head. “I can't sign something like that. I don't agree with it.” Word Count: 2790

Title: Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning Collaborator: rainbowshoes Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - Picture of Stark Industries Ship: none Rating: Mature Major Tags: Full Metal Alchemist, fusion AU, human transmutation Summary: “Heard you fixed automail.” “Best in the East,” Tony said, not a bit arrogant. He knew he was good at what he did, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it. Word Count: 3534

Title: Resolve Collaborator: rainbowshoes Link: AO3 Square Filled: S4 - Resolve Ship: WinterIron, Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: suicide, temporary character death Summary: God, Tony could go for a drink. He just wanted to resolve all this shit and go home. But it wasn't that simple. It never was. Word Count: 11375

Title: It must be a Friday - Chapter Two Collaborator: rainbowshoes Link: AO3 Square Filled: K5- Royalty Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Brooklynn Nine-Nine AU, past alcoholism Summary: Spiderman gets arrested while chasing down a thief, but he winds up outside of Queens and in Brooklyn... and he gets picked up by the 99. Word Count: 4685

Title: Morgan Stark - Chapter 4 Collaborator: rainbowshoes Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier Ship: WinterIron, Pepperony Rating: Mature Major Tags: AU, PTSD, cheating Summary: Tony wakes up and finds himself trapped in another reality that sort of reminds him of the freakin’ Matrix. He’s married to Pepper and has a kid in this universe? What even is this? But it turns out that everything isn’t sunshine and roses in this reality. He still loves Morgan, though, and isn’t that odd? He’d never wanted a kid before... Word Count: 12935

Title: Dealer’s Choice Collaborator: summerpipedream Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S2 - Tony/Jan (Picture) Ship: Tony Stark/Janet Van Dyne Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: “So, are you in or are you out?”  Tony rolled his eyes, “What, start an underground, very illegal, gambling ring to pay off our large mountains of student debt? That at the very minimum we’d get expelled before getting tossed in jail?”  “Only if we get caught. Which we won’t if you help me.” Tony scowled. “You’re lucky I wouldn’t let you do this without me. Of course I’m in.” Cut off from their families’ fortunes, Tony and Jan work together to start a student underground gambling ring to pay off all their student debts. Juggling courses,  group projects and papers, can Tony and Jan tip the odds in their favour?

Title: Confessions Collaborator: anthonystarhk Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2- Confessions Under the Influence Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: Tony and Wanda have issues Summary: During training Wanda digs a little too far into Steve's mind and uncovers one horrifying secret about the Winter Soldier and Howard and Maria Stark. Unable to believe her Captain would keep such a secret she tells Tony Stark. Many nights later she and Tony have confessional with each other. Word Count: 1592

Title: Fuel Collaborator: NastyBambino Link: AO3 Square Filled: R3 -  Alcoholism Ship: none Rating: Teen Major Tags: alcohol abuse/alcoholism, moodboard Summary: Tony drowns his sorrows in as much alcohol that his body can handle (and sometimes as much as it can’t).

Title: Unexpected Sights Collaborator: mortenavida Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - witness  Ship: Tony Stark/Mystery Man Rating: Explicit Major Tags: no powers AU, middle school AU, first person, explicit sexual content, voyeurism Summary: There's someone in the back of the library office and I go to inspect it. I didn't expect to see two men in the middle of getting their rocks off, but that's what I came across. I should have kicked them out. I watched instead. Word Count: 814

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[softboyholland]

so I know you haven’t written for miraculous ladybug for a long time but how do you think a spideychelle au would be like with them. At school Michelle pines over an oblivious Peter but on the streets she finds Spider-Man like every other inconvenience in her life that keeps her away from saving the city. Reluctantly she works w him despite his terrible one-liners. Lots of love xxxxxx :)

i’ve never actually written for miraculous ladybug before, i don’t even watch the show but i know i’ve reblogged a couple of gifsets and fanart of the main ship so maybe that’s where you got that from. anyway, this is a great prompt and i’ll try to write it as best as i can with what you’ve given me!

in a world where new york has two teenage superheroes,

one who climbs walls and shoots webs and pokes fun at the bad guys, and works around queens and calls himself spider-man

another one who’s agile and quick and an expert at hand-to-hand combat, blink and you’ll miss her because she blends right in, one who parades around brooklyn in a halloween cat costume and insists that she’s the patriarchy punisher even though everyone calls her catgirl

they both have secret identities that no one knows of,

and they’re both not exactly fond of each other

who would’ve thought?

michelle jones who has an enormous infatuation with peter parker, hated his alter ego before her crush on him even began

it all started when michelle saw a couple of guys following a girl down the street

so she put on her suit, steeled herself and stopped them from doing whatever they were going to do to her as they cornered her in an alley

she knocked out two guys and was telling the victim, the girl, to run

to get the hell out of there

however, michelle didn’t notice the last crook reaching out for her, almost hungrily

peter, or well, spider-man, did notice 

he swung into the scene with a, “oh no, you don’t!’

he shot a web at the guy’s shoulder and knocked him against the brick wall

catgirl, turned around, “thank you, tarantula, but i had that.”

“actually, it’s-”

“yeah, i know what it is.”

and she climbed onto a nearby roof and snuck away without another word

you could only imagine michelle’s surprise the next morning, when her alter ego had made the front page of the newspapers

there were two pictures; one was of her sneaking into the night, and another was of a handwritten note from spider-man which said ‘this couple of bad guys were following a girl. - from your superheroes, spider-man and catgirl.’

and that was that

because from then on, everyone started calling her catgirl, which she was NOT, she was the patriarchy punisher!

and she would tell them that, but of course, no one listened

back at school though, her classmates, especially the girls, were obsessed with catgirl.

the hype for spider-man had gone down and michelle had smirked at that

even midtown’s resident nerd duo, were gushing over her from across the table in whispers

“could you keep it down, nerds? i’m trying to read here.”

“right, sorry, mj.” 

they were terrified of her and that entertained her 

and well, about her crush on peter parker, she had tried to fight it, she really did

but liz had to go and make her captain and that meant spending more time telling peter to get his grades up and to stop being a flake and that lead to her tutoring peter for english lit every wednesday after school 

and well, feelings

but whatever

she knew that peter wasn’t into her

he had a type and his type was girls like liz, and gwen stacy and well, just Not Her

but they were pretty decent friends, they weren’t as close as she was with ned, or as he was with ned but they were ok

anyway, back to the catgirl vs spider-man dilemma

so anyway, spider-man isn’t really,,,,fond of her because when everyone started calling her catgirl, she started patrolling around queens more

and that meant that peter was always five seconds too late

she would get to the criminals first and smirk at spider-man

so one day, as she was trying out her brand new suit which was basically a skin-tight black suit that made her even more invisible with her regular ol black combat boots

spider-man cornered her

“listen, lady, you gotta stop.”

“stop what?”

spider-man paused but then shook his head, “you’ve been taking all my bad guys.”

“well, that’s what you get for making the whole of new york city call me catgirl!”

“you didn’t tell me your name!”

“but you just had to add me to the note, didn’t ya?”

“ok, i don’t like you as much as i did when i first met you.” spider-man blurts and michelle smirks

she wears makeup under the cat (shut up, it’s not a cat, she’s still figuring it out) mask, so that she’s unnoticable

and spider-man nearly DIES when her red-painted lips smirk

“so, you liked me?”

“that is HARDLY the point here.”

and something about the suit gives her confidence so she steps closer as seductively as she can, “and what is the point, spider-man?”

she’s never called him that before

it’s always taunting and teasing and nicknames and anything BUT spider-man and now he’s frozen

she laughs and leaves him frozen on the rooftop

“men.”

and how ironic is it that the next day in school, peter is the one who leaves her frozen

he catches her staring at him in pe and ned says something stupid to her with a smirk on his face but she isn’t paying attention because her whole mind is screaming “ABORT MISSION” and peter’s holding her gaze and for the first time, she’s the one to look away

OH MY GOD

and she avoids them for the next two days out of embarassment and ned texts her to come over to his house for movie night

and she does, only to find out that the address is actually to peter’s apartment and it’s movie night with peter, ned and mj!

wonderful

of course, halfway through the movie when it all seems like it’s going well, peter flexes more than he should to grab the mug thats in front of her

she looks at ned, who looks like he might burst from holding in his giggles and then peter’s bringing his bicep right up to her face and flexing it

she pushes it away and uses the pillow to cover her eyes, lying down on the couch with her legs in peter’s lap, “you’re never letting me live that down, are you?”

then, peter’s the one to start giggling and michelle thinks she’s never seen something melt her heart so fast so she throws a pillow at peter, her eyes still shut and she says, “i hate you both.”

and peter, ned, and mj become closer and soon, movie nights are a thing and eventually, ned learns that mj’s crush on peter is pretty legit and he tries to wingman as best as he can

meanwhile, mj has gained an unlikely partner during her after school activities

she seems to bump heads with spider-man everytime she’s got a solid crime to go after 

and reluctantly, they learn to work together

and well, he’s not all that bad but he’s so irritatingly c o c k y, and so flirty and he just reminds her of a less charming, more irritating flynn rider

of course, he still has unbelievably lame puns and one-liners that make her want to rip her hair out but her favourite part of it all is watching him get flustered every time she does so much as suggest something flirty or make an innuendo

there was that time when they were in the middle of arguing as they were tying/webbing up the bad guys and he had accidentally webbed her wrist to a wall and she had smirked, “kinky.”

he had gotten flustered but then she threatened to destroy his web shooters with her bare hands if he didnt get her out of them immediately

and that was basically it

she went to school, sat with peter and ned, obsessed a little over peter, corrected mr cobwell whenever his history was wrong, had decathlon practice, rolled her eyes at flash, went home, did her homework, changed into her suit and gone out, flirted with spider-man, threatened spider-man

and that was her whole day

and everything seemed fine until one day ned exclaimed, “i can’t take this anymore! mj, peter has a crush on someone else. like a major crush.”

mj’s whole body had deflated but she pretended like she didn’t care because peter would never actually Like her and she always knew that

“who does he like?”

“he uh, he has a crush on a superhero,”

“ned, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“no, but it’s like a serious crush, and he’s met her before because of the stark internship and they know each other pretty well.”

“well,” michelle crossed her arms, “i don’t care.”

“yeah you do.”

“fine, who is it?”

“it’s catgirl.”

and-

and well.

michelle’s first instinct was to correct ned, say that she was actually called the patriarchy punisher.

and then, it hit her.

and oh boy, did it hit her.

because her co-worker, the boy she’s been flirting and teasing and also irritating to no end, was the same boy she was hopelessly crushing on.

#spider-man: homecoming #petermj #spideychelle #peter parker x michelle jones #spideychelle headcanon #spideychelle fanfiction #peter and michelle

[pettybkang]

HESITATE

Group: GOT7. 

Pairing: Y/N + Jackson Wang. 

Genre: Fluff, comedy, romance. 

Word count: 6k+ 

Description: Your best friend is getting married. Finally! But your only ride to her wedding is her noisy annoying older brother. So much can happen while driving from Vegas to LA. 

Inspired by this gifset. 

 [4:30PM] Don’t hate me. -SW 

[4:31PM] I can’t hate someone that is getting married two days from now. What happened? -Y/N [4:31PM] It’s about your ride to the wedding. -SW Only my brother’s car is left. -SW With my brother in it. -SW Your ride is with my brother. -SW 

[4:36PM] I was wrong. I can hate someone that is getting married two days from now. -Y/N

[4:38PM] I promise I’m saving you two bottles of whatever you want? -SW

[4:39PM] Half hate then. -Y/N

As soon as the conversation was done, Y/N pretty much threw her phone in frustration. The only reason she wouldn’t simply punch her friend was because the girl really was getting married in two days and a black eye wouldn’t look pretty in her wedding photos. And Youngjae would yell at her. She’s not a big fan of Youngjae yelling at her. No one is a big fan of that anyway.

Sophie and Youngjae were about to get married after a couple years of dating and a lot of mental breakdowns about finally settling down with someone for the rest of their lives. They were getting married in Los Angeles, somewhere near the beach and pet friendly. Her dress was a lot of shades of lilac and his suit was explendid. Their friends and family were the ones invited to the wedding and around a hundred and fifty people would be attending.

Y/N was one of the bridesmaids, being friends with Sophie for ages now it was an obvious choice. The not so obvious choice was to pair up Y/N with Sophie’s brother, Jackson, as he was one of Youngjae’s best man. It made absolutely no sense to Y/N, she texted Sophie several times about it and all the girl could reply was ‘you’re both single! I’m sorry!’. It was such a poor excuse it fitted Sophie perfectly.

After months of planning, of stressing out and of eating so much cake, they would be getting married. In two days. And now Y/N found out her ride to the wedding was no one but Sophie’s loud older brother. Life of the party. Someone who would never in any circumstance let the party die. Jackson Wang. All Y/N knew was that she wasn’t ready for the four hour drive from Las Vegas to Los Angeles. She was dreading the day she moved to Vegas to work - the exact same city Jackson lives, also because of work.

[4:45PM] He should pick up you tomorrow at 10. -SW 

[4:50PM] Your most expensive champagne. I want two bottles of that. -Y/N

[4:52PM] Yeah. I knew I had it coming. -SW

It was around 10:45am the next day and Jackson hadn’t come to pick her up yet. Y/N was all packed, sitting on the steps in front of her apartment building, sunglasses on, headphones on, waiting for the blond loud man to show up. She was going to murder the Wang siblings. Both of them. Don’t they understand the concept of being on time? At all? 10 am means 10 am. 

She was about to start cursing their tenth generation of grandkids when a black Kia Quoris parked in front of her apartment building. The music was so loud Y/N would hear it through her own headphones. With a frown, she paused her own music and took the headphones out and that’s when she noticed the blond running out of the car, stopping right in front of her and swearing.

“Shit! I’m sorry I’m late. Did you wait long? I’m so sorry,” he was standing right in front of her as she tried to look up at him, the sun right behind his head wasn’t helping much. The fact that he was rambling wasn’t either. “I forgot half of my things at home. Then I had to pick them up. When I was done, Sophie asked for extra things. I swear, I hate my sister-”

“That’s something we can agree on,” she finally said, standing up and grabbing her bags, moving towards the car. Jackson was left with a confused face, staring at Y/N. “We both hate your sister right now,” she added when she noticed she had left Jackson without further explanation. He simply laughed, shaking his head and moving to help her get her bags inside of the car so they would leave Vegas.

When she got into the car, she noticed that it sure as hell looked expansive and for a second she couldn’t remember what Jackson did for a living. And then she did. Damn Wang family. Owners of half of the Chinese restaurants in the west side of the USA. Jackson was the cook in one of them, the one in Vegas, and Sophie was the one taking care of their marketing team that was settled in LA - no one could trust that girl in a kitchen, her mother would always tell Youngjae that they would have to live out of ramen. Y/N had moved to Vegas to work too, but in another restaurant. An Italian one. Just as big and expensive as Jackson’s if anyone is asking.

Even though the salaries were compatible, she didn’t have a car just as loud as his personality. How can someone have a car that matches one’s personality in noise and annoyance? She had no idea what song he was listening to, but it wasn’t English. And it was definitely a girl group.

“Okay. We’re all done,” he said, getting into the car and putting his own sunglasses on. “I’m only gonna stop at McDonald’s to grab a milkshake…” he said as he was starting the car, making Y/N groan and roll her eyes.

“We’re never getting to LA on time for the wedding.”

  They made three other stops after the milkshake. Number one was because Jackson had forgotten his phone charger, number two was because he needed to stop at his restaurant to check something and number three was because it was so fucking late they stopped to have lunch. 

Y/N had told him to just go through another drive thru if he was hungry and grab a burger, but apparently it was a Wang Family Tradition ™ to eat sushi before long road trips so they ended up stopping to eat some. At least Jackson begged to pay and the lost guilty puppy face he made had Y/N thinking about all the wrongs he had done so far and forgiving him for pretty much half of it.

Lunch wasn’t actually that bad. They received several texts from the couple getting married tomorrow, asking them where they were, how the trip was going and several things that they simply replied with ‘we’re still in Vegas’. Youngjae sent Jackson several texts about being on time and it wasn’t a big surprise when Sophie’s only reply was ‘k. drive safe!’

When they finally left Vegas, it was around 2PM. They were supposed to be getting to LA around 3PM that day, but it was obvious that they were going to be late. Youngjae had called all of their responsible friends - aka Jaebum and Jinyoung - to scold Jackson about not being on time, but all their calls were missed since the blond was driving and wasn’t a fan of putting his phone on speaker.

“Do you want me to change the music?” he finally asked after they had been in the car for half an hour, the girl group songs still playing. “You can connect your phone to the radio if you want,” he said and Y/N frowned because Jackson looked serious for a second, paying attention to the road in front of them, not humming to his songs as he had been while they were driving around in the city.

“I guess… Maybe something in English,” she said, going through her songs to find something that both of them could sing along to and while she was looking for it, she could hear the loud laugh coming from his side of the car.

“Shit,” he said softly, laughing some more. “I had no idea I was listening to Red Velvet again. Their songs are just so dancy though. It’s good to drive and listen to them, makes waking up in the morning way more fun,” he added, making Y/N laugh.

“As if. Happy songs in the morning are just annoying. You need fight songs to wake up, you know? Songs that make you feel like breaking everything. A wall especially,” she said, punching one of her hands with the other right after she had settled for a song from her own phone. It wasn’t a fight song and it wasn’t a happy song.

“Are we going to listen to four hours of emo?” Jackson said the moment the song started, making Y/N roll her eyes and simply groan. Loud. Loud enough for him to understand how frustrated she was.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you with good music.”

  There isn’t much to do while you’re driving through the desert besides listening to music and talk. And Y/N refused to do the later. That was Sophie’s older brother she would have to do the talking to and honestly? She had no idea how someone could stand being in the same room as Jackson for more than two minutes. Sophie would always tell her that Jackson isn’t always like that - loud and outgoing - but she had never seen him quiet before.

I mean… Until now. She had never seen him quiet until now. He was driving calmly as if that was something he was meant to do, a talent even and for a second Y/N caught herself imagining him cooking. Being a chef herself, she knew some people changed when they were immersed in the kitchen and she wondered if Jackson was one of those people. Without thinking much about it, the question simply left her lips. “When did you decide to become a chef?”

She cursed herself for asking. The silence and the emo songs - according to Jackson - were pleasing and she could deal with them for the next hours, but no. She had to ask. She had to be curious and now Jackson would probably yell his answer back at her.

“Uh… I don’t know,” he started, still paying attention to the road. His voice quieter than usual, making Y/N frown. “My mom would always ask me to help her with dinner. She isn’t the healthiest person there is, so I would always help. Soph would too, but she isn’t as good. And when I say that I mean Youngjae will probably die of food poisoning if he ever eats something she has cooked,” he laughed. Y/N couldn’t believe her friend was such a horrible cook and Jackson noticed that in the silence. “I mean it, she’s horrible. But anyway… I used to cook with my mother all the time. Then when the opportunity came, we opened a small restaurant. Now we have a lot of big restaurants,” he shrugged.

“That simple, uh?” she said, raising an eyebrow and staring at him.

“It wasn’t that simple. It was pretty hard actually, but eh. The hardest part is over, it’s better to think about the future and what’s to come. I’m pretty sure Dumbledore told us to not waste time on the past,” he shrugged, smiling and glanced at her for a second.

“Did you just mention Harry Potter in a conversation about restaurants?”

“Maybe.”

“Unbelievable.”

The car fell silent for a moment and around them there was only the desert still. Y/N was starting to worry they wouldn’t be on time for the rehearsal dinner and Sophie would murder both of them for it. Even though the bride herself will probably not be on time.

“Hey. Honesty hour…” Jackson called and before Y/N could say anything or tell him to fuck off, he continued. “Do you think Youngjae and Soph are good together?”

The question caught Y/N out of guard. Was Jackson seriously worrying about his sister? Loud Jackson? Life of the party Jackson? Rich boy with a loud car Jackson? She sighed, closing her eyes and shrugging for a moment. “They are annoyingly perfect together,” she said, making him laugh. Her laugh followed, making the girl shake her head and roll her eyes. “Wasn’t he your friend though? I mean, she told me they met because of you.”

“Kinda. Youngjae and Jaebum are pretty much tied to the hip. And Jaebum is one of my best friends. So yeah. That happened. Now he’s marrying my sister,” he shrugged, looking at Y/N with a smile. A beautiful smile she had never paid much attention to, but what is there to pay attention when you’re stuck in a car, right? And damn. What a beautiful smile that was.

“Right. Well. Yeah…” she started, feeling her cheeks burn because of that damn smile, looking away towards the road. “If he hurts my friend, I’m blaming you.”

Jackson laughed, shaking his head and shrugging.

Sophie better have those two bottles of champagne ready. Y/N plans on drowning in them the moment they reach LA. And if her friend ever decides to marry ever again, she’s going to make her promise that she will pay for plane tickets so she doesn’t get stuck in the same car as beautiful smile Jackson ever again.

  The second hour was over and they were half way through this hell of a road trip when both phones started ringing like crazy. The phones pretty much blew up with texts and calls and if someone was trying to send a smoke signal, the phones were trying to detect it. 

When Y/N finally found Jackson’s phone, it was Youngjae’s number calling him while Sophie was calling on her phone. And with one look both knew to answer Youngjae first.

“Hello?” Y/N answered Jackson’s phone, ignoring her friend for a second, figuring she would be right next to her soon to be husband - who both Jackson and Y/N hoped would be much calmer about the fact that they were four hours late.

“Tell me you two are closer to LA than we think you are,” were the first words Youngjae said.

“Depends how close you think we are?”

“Thirty minutes from here?”

“Try two hours,” Y/N replied and the groan that came from the other side of the line was audible even for Jackson who was hearing from the driver’s seat.

“Sophie just realized Jackson is driving you here. And she’s used to Jackson being late but I don’t think she’s used to you being late?” and right when Y/N was about to reply, she could hear her friend pretty much yelling from the other side of the line with her husband. Being loud was definitely a Wang Family Tradition ™ too. “Please tell me he hasn’t kidnapped you and is taking you to China! Or worse, Canada!” were the first words Sophie said when she stole the phone from her soon to be husband.

“We left Nevada already if that makes you feel any better? We’re in California. Two hours away from Los Angeles. I think I saw a sign to Barstown,” Y/N tried to make her friend calm down a little. She definitely sounded like a bride now. When both her bridesmaid and best man were stuck in the highway.

“Put me on speaker,” Sophie said and when she got the confirmation that her brother could hear her, she started the speech. “Jackson Wang. If my friend doesn’t get here in less than three hours safe and sound for this damn rehearsal dinner I swear to all things holy that I’m sending both Jaebum and Bambam after you. I don’t know why I said Bambam instead of Jinyoung, but now I can’t change that,” she said, taking a deep breath to try and sound more threatening than before. “You were supposed to be here two hours ago! How can you be four hours late?! I understand when it’s Christmas because who cares about Christmas eve when the presents are given on Christmas morning, but a rehearsal dinner is a rehearsal dinner, Jackson. It’s important, do you hear me? Be here in three hours. Or I’m sending your friends to get you,” and before Jackson could say anything else, she hung up.

Y/N put her phone down. Stared at it for a couple seconds and then started laughing. And Jackson followed. He had to pull over because laughing that hard couldn’t be safe. After a couple minutes, both Y/N and Jackson were hurting because of how much both had laughed. “Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her this angry with you before. She’s usually all ‘he isn’t that bad’ or ‘Jackson is sweeter than you think’ and now… Damn,” Y/N couldn’t stop laughing and neither could Jackson.

“I think she finally realized she’s getting married in less than twenty four hours. And we’re not there yet. She’s going to kill me so bad,” he added, biting on his lower lip to try and stop laughing so they could start driving towards Los Angeles again.

A few miles ahead and the third hour was done. And Y/N couldn’t help but think about Jackson’s laugh. And that this road trip - despite the horrible beginning - wasn’t that bad. They were having fun, laughing and talking about several things. Without meaning to, Y/N ended up getting to know Sophie’s brother a bit more than she wanted to. She got to know the Jackson Sophie would always talk about, the sweeter, quieter and more serious version of him - even though it was impossible for him to be serious for more than five minutes. In a few hours, when Sophie asks her how the trip was, she was obviously not going to say that being stuck in a car with Jackson Wang was actually nice. Even if that’s how she felt right now.

  The last hour of driving to LA was filled with laugh and texts from every single friend they had in common. Even the Wang mother was texting them, worried not about Jackson being late but about Sophie getting into a car and coming to Y/N’s rescue from wherever they were. And to help them some more, there was traffic. The trip that was supposed to last four hours, lasted five. And Youngjae was about to send the army after them when Y/N texted Sophie a photo of LA’s welcome sign. 

They were late. Very late. Extremely late. But still in time for the rehearsal dinner. The moment they parked in front of the place they were having the wedding the next day, Sophie ran towards her friend to hug her.

“Are you okay? Alive? Breathing? You’re never riding the same car as Jackson again. Never. Again,” she kept on saying as she pretty much dragged her friend by the arm inside the place.

“It wasn’t that bad…” Y/N started but the look she got from Sophie quickly stopped her from saying anything else. There was both anger and mischief in that look and Y/N had no way to interpret that right now. All they knew was that Soph would be married to Youngjae in less than twelve hours now and it was a miracle they were both still alive and not freaking out under a table. 

Jackson had to deal with Youngjae who dragged him inside too but towards the bar. All the best men were waiting for him there, all their friends from childhood. Jaebum and Jinyoung looked both worried and angry, Yugyeom looked like he had just gotten there, Bambam was taking a selfie - let’s repeat that one more time, Bambam was taking a selfie - and Mark looked like he spent the entire afternoon laughing at everyone’s drama but was also about to jump Jackson’s neck in a second.

After a couple drinks from the boy’s side and a full bottle from the girl’s side, they left to the dinner. The food was good, their parents’ cried, the mothers hug each other and all the friends couldn’t stop feeling like tomorrow would be one of the happiest days of their lives. Youngjae wasn’t the first of them to get married, but when the ray of sunshine of the groups decides he’s going to spent the rest of his life with someone, you pay close attention.

The speeches weren’t rehearsed in front of the bride and the groom - especially because they had no idea there would be speeches. Jackson and Y/N had decided on the last hour in the car to write something together that night. Sophie and Youngjae had such a crazy funny story they thought sharing it was their gift to the world so later that night when everyone went to bed, Y/N sneaked into Jackson’s room in the hotel they were staying to the speech could be written.

  They ordered a bottle of wine and two bottles of water. It wouldn’t be clever to show up late and hungover to Sophie’s wedding. She’s still Jackson’s sister and the grudge she would hold would last at least three generations, upsetting her even further wasn’t an option here. That’s one of the reasons they were writing a speech, reason number two was because after talking so much in the car they decided that they could do this together. They had more in common than they had thought. Writing a speech should be easy.  

Jackson was in sweatpants and a black tank top, Y/N was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It was spring in LA and that meant air conditioner was a must. They were both sitting on the floor, his laptop was open and they were brainstorming ideas. Should they talk about Youngjae’s laugh when he’s around Sophie? Should they talk about the smile on her face whenever Youngjae makes a stupid joke? Or should they talk about how the two met: at a freaking aquarium staring at otters?  The wine was over, the bottles of water two and they had written exactly two lines and they went like this:

“We are all gathered here today to celebrate a wedding. Two of our closest and best friends are getting married to each other. Gross. Cute, but gross, right?”

They decided to delete those two lines before it was too late.

It didn’t take long for them to order another bottle of wine and for the conversation to go somewhere else. Soon Jackson was talking about his job as a chef and his life in Vegas, how weird it was to actually live in that city. They started sharing experiences, talking about their jobs, about Vegas, about how they ended up in that city anyway. When bottle number two was over they were laying down on the floor, side by side, computer on the bed and empty bottle on the table. They weren’t drunk, but tipsy was a word.

In a moment of pure drunk blindness, Y/N raised her hand and poked one of Jackson’s shoulders. He frowned, looking at her who was frowning and inspecting the shoulder quietly, concentrating and then poked again.

“How is this shoulder even possible?” she asked, still frowning.

“I might work out from time to time,” he said, moving his hand to poke her frown, laughing softly at her confused face. “You frown too much.”

“It’s because you are a very confusing person,” she shrugged, poking his arm now and then giving up, laying on her back and staring at the ceiling. She sighed, closing her eyes and started to feel the wine making her a bit drunker than before. “Besides, your sister is getting married in a couple hours.”

“So?” he laid on his side to look at her, waiting to see where that thought was leading them.

“You should be writing a speech. Because I can’t write one to save my life. I mean, I can tell her she has a very hot brother that happens to be quite nice when he’s stuck in a car and can’t do much yelling and that I would go on a date with him if he asked me to, but I don’t think that would be a very smart wedding speech now, would it?” she said, shrugging. The room became quiet for a second and then Jackson started laughing, shaking his head and laying down on his back again.

“Yeah. I don’t think I can tell my sister her friend isn’t as petty and pretentious as I thought she was in a wedding speech.”

Y/N sat up quickly, looking down at Jackson and frowning one more time. “You thought I was pretentious? And petty? Woah, woah. Bad Jackson Wang!” she pointed at him, shaking her head. She felt a bit dizzy because of the full bottle of wine, sighing and standing up.

“Sorry, alright. Here, lemme help you? I’ll be good Jackson Wang,” he chuckled. Y/N just shrugged and let him take her back to her room. They giggled all the way to the third floor, stumbling in the hall and trying to be quiet so they wouldn’t wake up the other people around them.

Jackson didn’t walk into the room with Y/N but the smile on his face showed he wasn’t sad about the drive and the talk. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “See you tomorrow. Have good dreams,” he pretty much whispered with his lips still touching her skin. Y/N nodded and walked into the room, waving goodbye. Did Jackson feel like floating on his way back to his room? Maybe. Did Y/N feel like she was sleeping on clouds that night? Also maybe.

  Y/N didn’t expect it, but the moment she heard the phone the next morning she figured it was Sophie. Or at least her doing, because it was the hotel’s phone ringing. The receptionist on the other side of the line told her that the bride had asked him to wake up all the bridesmaids and the best men at nine that morning.

It was an afternoon wedding as it was expected of spring, but they had so much to do that it was obvious that Sophie had been up and running since five am. Their parents pretty much prohibited Youngjae and Sophie to sleep in the same bedroom the night before the wedding, so Y/N simply knew her friend had stayed up all night making last minute check ups and probably crying about her dress. And the wedding. And everything. She didn’t have much time to think about her night with Jackson though, but when it hit her she was in the elevator to get some breakfast.

Did she really tell him she wanted to go on a date with him? Who the hell does that? Drunk Y/N needs to be controlled. What a nice girl to be friends with, what a horrible girl when it comes to keeping her mouth shut about hot guys. At least she didn’t start a fight because of a soccer team this time. After a lot of frowning and groaning at the elevator - and the knowledge that the security team was probably watching her and laughing - Y/N made it to breakfast. That’s where she found Sophie.

The curly haired girl was sitting by herself in the corner. Y/N knew something was up because she was drinking coffee and Sophie doesn’t drink coffee. She made sure to grab her own breakfast first because she knew she wouldn’t be able to get up once she sat down.

“Sleep is necessary for everybody. Even for you,” was the first thing she sat when she sat down. Sophie looked up from her phone, shrugging a little and then sipping from the coffee cup.

“I had a couple hours of rest. My parents didn’t let me sleep in the same room as Youngjae but they didn’t say anything about Skype. We talked a lot and I was able to sleep. He also made me promise I wouldn’t yell at anybody today and we ended up settling for three people only. My brother, my mother and Bambam. Those are the people I’m allowed to yell at,” Sophie shrugged, chuckling a little and stealing a cookie from Y/N’s plate, shrugging one more time.

If only she wasn’t getting married today, Y/N would kill her for that cookie.

“Why am I not on the list? I’m usually yelled at in situations like this.”

“Jackson made the cut first. And because I want some information…” and then the same look from yesterday was back. The look that had some mischief hiding underneath. “How come the trip with Jackson wasn’t that bad, uh? You wanted to kill me for putting you two in the same car. Don’t think I didn’t notice you two laughing and giggling and all smiles,” she said, pointing at Y/N with her cup before taking another sip from it.

“I guess you were right about your brother…” Y/N tried, making Sophie laugh and shake her head. The bride could say what she wanted, she could say that she knew Y/N would fall for her brother at some point, she simply knew they were actually too similar. The ride to the wedding wasn’t a plan though, it simply happened because fate is weird as hell, but when it did… Sophie made sure to forget to buy plane tickets.

“I’m always right, you know that,” Sophie laughed and finished her coffee. She waited until Y/N was done with her breakfast, both girls catching up on gossip and laughing about a couple stories they had to tell each other. Once breakfast was over, they moved to the stressing part of the day: getting ready.

Youngjae was supposed to entertain the parents and take them for lunch. Jackson and all the other boys were supposed to help. Sophie, Y/N and all the other bridesmaids would be spending the day in a spa to get ready.

As Sophie’s dress was several shades of lavender, the bridesmaids were encouraged to find a dress that suited them best and in purple. Same thing with the tie and socks of the best men. The colours of the wedding were lavender and several shades of blue. It was gorgeous and the sun was shining and everything was going according to plan.

That doesn’t mean the bride wasn’t running around and late when the time for the wedding arrived. Jackson and Y/N were exchanging texts about the status of the groom and the bride. Sophie still didn’t have her make up done and Youngjae somehow managed to lose his tie. When Sophie was ready and getting inside the car, Youngjae was tying his shoes inside the venue already. Bambam got a call from the bride only so she could use her last yelling card of the day and yell at him for not giving her updates on Youngjae and her parents, the young boy did sound a bit confused when he gave the information to Youngjae a couple minutes later.

In the end, everything was beautiful. Sophie walked towards her soon to be husband by herself, no man needed to carry her to the sunshine of her life. (Her father was upset for a single moment when she told him, but then the explanation had him way too proud of her to care.) Jackson started crying the moment he saw his sister as if that was his cue and Y/N - who he had been paired up with - moved slightly closer to hold his hand, she figured she could after the kiss she had gotten the night before.

Jackson looked at her, frowning a little and when she thought he was actually going to move away, he pressed his lips against the back of her hand and smiled. His attention turning back to his sister as he continued to cry.

They exchanged vows and both were crying messes when they spoke. Sophie promising to take care of Coco and Youngjae promising to never stay away from home for more than a month - he is a singer, traveling is part of the job. She promised to stop being such a workaholic and he promised to never stop making her laugh. It was both soft and romantic. Yugyeom and Bambam called it gross later, but they were both lucky only Mark heard them.

Then came the kiss. Slow, tasting like tears, trying not to ruin the makeup, the hair, the suit, the dress, making them laugh at the end, making everyone cheer and making whoever it was that was crying, cry some more. Right after they broke apart, everyone who was near them ran for the hug - Jackson being the first to do so and pretty much smoother the couple in his arms. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at that man, so much love to give Jackson Wang was definitely a Jackson she wanted to see more of.

  Five hours later, a couple bottles of champagne and the now husband and wife’s dance, they were all too drunk to care about high heels and ties. Food had been served, most people had forgotten about their shoes already, the cake had been cut and neither Sophie or Youngjae had had spare time to actually taste it. They had been dancing together and drinking together since the dance floor was available. Laughing and having fun as it had always been with those two.

Friends came and went away a lot, but the two were still dancing with everyone who felt like dancing and drinking with them. It was obvious they were each other’s best friends. Y/N and Jackson had found the perfect spot to sit for a wine: right next to the bar. The bridesmaids all had access to some secret drinks Sophie had chosen just for them and Y/N was thanking her friend for that. She had had everything from Sex on the Beach to Mimosas and even some crazy shots in the last three hours of party. And, of course, her two bottles of the most expensive champagne the bride owned.

“I’m free next Thursday,” Jackson said out of a sudden, making Y/N frown as he sipped from the bottle - yes, the bottle - of champagne she was drinking. “And you’re frowning again. I mean for that date. I’m free next Thursday.”

She had to think so she wouldn’t spill the drink or even choke on it. It took her a while to process the information, biting on her lower lip and feeling her cheeks burn. “Yeah, uh… I guess… I could be free on Thursday too. What about, uh, lunch?” she tried to sound like she wasn’t nervous, as if going on dates with guys such as Jackson Wang happened to her all the time. What a pro ™ she was when it came to dates, look at her.

“I know this Chinese restaurant-” he started and soon he felt a slap on his arm.

“You’re not taking me to have lunch in your restaurant!” she pretty much yelled, making Jackson look at her both surprised and amused. Yugyeom who was around turned to pay attention, which made Bambam turn too. Soon Jaebum and Jinyoung were also paying attention to their conversation. “And I’m not taking you to mine. It makes no sense!” Y/N continue, moving her arms after sipping from the bottle again. “You’re supposed to take me to neutral ground first. Like that Brazilian place on the main street. Are you Brazilian? No. Am I Brazilian? Also no. See? Neutral,” she sipped from the bottle again.

“Okay… So, uh,” Jackson said, rubbing his hand behind his neck, chuckling a little and stealing the bottle to take a sip himself. “Lemme start over. I know this Brazilian place on the main street… I heard it’s a good…”

“It’s horrible actually,” Y/N cut him, making everyone who was watching laugh. The pair still didn’t realize they were being watched. Mark had joined them now. “I think a hamburger would be a good idea.”

“Fine. I know a very good hamburger place…”

“If you say McDonald’s…”

“It’s not McDonald’s.”

“Deal. Pick me up at noon. You know where I work,” she said, stealing the bottle back. Now both Sophie and Youngjae had joined the crowd watching, laughing softly and loud as the pair usually would. Before Y/N could leave though, Jackson held her close by the wrist because who else but Jackson Wang would do that? And smiled. All the did was smile at her, bringing their faces close together. Y/N laughed - nope, she giggled - when she realized where his was heading.

Soon, they were kissing. And it was soft, gentle and messy like all drunk kisses are. It also didn’t last as long as it should have because the people watching started clapping, cheering and yelling as much as they usually would. Both Y/N and Jackson thought Sophie and Youngjae were doing something important, but when they turned around they saw pretty much all their friends clapping at them. Y/N gave them all the finger while Jackson started yelling and telling them to stop ruining his life.

Yep. Y/N could totally get used to Good Guy Jackson Wang.

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[seven-oomen]

Hi, Ben!  I hope your day is going a bit better than yesterday, despite the financial woes.  I spent a large chunk of yesterday trying to pay a bill a day late (because with everything else going on it just kinda snuck up on me and it was past midnight before I realized I’d forgotten it), only to find out I have to now wait until NEXT month’s bill posts and it will combine them, but at that point I can split it into two payments instead of paying two months at once?  Which is really stupid to me, and I don’t know why it won’t just let me pay now, but oh well.  Can’t do anything about it now.

We seem to maybe be past the worst of the storm?  At least, it hasn’t rained or anything all day so far.  The biggest concern by far has been ice build up, because most of what we got was freezing rain and wintry mix.  I’ve included a lovely collage of some of the sights from my adventures taking out trash and trying to remove the ice from my windshield this morning (I figured since I was already dressed and outside anyway, why not have less to do before work tomorrow?)  It wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t involved draping myself across my still ice-coated car to get the middle of the windshield.  I ended up soaking wet from my ribs to almost my knees (yay for being short.)  Also, I didn’t bother looking for my gloves, but then my nails were actually fairly useful for prying up some of the ice, so.  And I’m really kind of digging masks as a scarf alternative.  All the face and breath protection, none of the accidental choking or not staying in place.  (Scarves are pretty and all, but they’re far better on someone like Isaac, who is tall and slender and elegant.  I am none of those things.  XD )  I’m half tempted to reread The Way I Tend To Be or the last couple chapters of If You Want This Dance to not feel like the only one suffering. XD  Although sadly I do not have access to the more successful warming methods present in either of those fics.  XD

And from the looks of it I got about half the descriptions from the links.  Everything else showed fine, I think it was just because those were longer.  And now I definitely feel like Dichali would not be helpful in the least to this overly serious hunter who shows up trying to muscle in on his territory (whether you’re considering it in the literal, figurative, personal, OR professional sense. ;D )  Especially once he realizes that he’s a hunter (no, it doesnt matter how hot he is. XD )  Will Faron know that he’s a wolf when they meet?  (Or will he be suffering from the far more mundane issue of “how are you both so cute, yet so goddamn annoying?!  Fml.” XD )  Will seeing Faron’s interactions with Nate be what helps him realize his own feelings, or will it be something else?  (How will the presence of a new contender affect the betting pool?  XD )  Also, now curious about the other parent of his twins, too.  (I know, I know, I ask that everytime, but I can’t help it.  There’s always so many possibilities, some of which could come back to haunt them [possibly even literally…])  Is he the wolf that was videoed, or was it someone else?  Does he know who it was if it wasn’t him?  Are either of his kids werewolves (or are they too young to know yet?)  Are wolves only born or only made or both in this universe? Also now wondering if Old Faithful is just like an ancient sleeping dragon or something, instead of a regular geyser.

Also, a question occurred to me, and I really, REALLY hope it doesn’t come across wrong, I REALLY don’t mean it to, but if, theoretically, a person’s scent, to a werewolf, if comprised of both things like pheromones and chemosignals, as well as more, uh, physically based, bodily fluid-type scents, if you will, could a werewolf potentially tell if someone is trans by their scent?  (This mostly came from randomly remembering the scene in Pitch Black where Riddick outs the girl who’s been disguising herself as a boy, and then my brain wouldn’t let it go.  Again, I’m really sorry if it comes across weird or offensive in any way.)  And I also wanted to say that if you’d really rather not post any of this stuff (re: your novel) online, you are more than welcome to just email a reply if you want.  I just tend to send stuff this way out of habit.  :D

Glad you liked the DinLuke idea.  It was mostly inspired by a GIFset of scenes of Din not understanding Jedi stuff in the least.  I just figured he’d never be able to fully believe that Luke could just KNOW nothing was there, and, well, no one is supposed to see his face, right?  And he strikes me as just enough of a himbo to completely forget about covering anything else.  One day I will finally see the show, if only to see how correct some of the impressions I’ve formed actually are.  XD

Also, OMG, the “hunters using an adult shop instead of an outdoors/sporting goods shop” thing is brilliant.  And I was thinking of it in regards to TW, because I feel like there’d likely be some classist issues at play there, too.  Like I feel like the Argents would never think to do something like that (well…maybe Kate…), just because they already HAVE all those stockpiles and connections to military-esque supplies, and there’s a certain level of dignity they tend to reinforce (the Winchesters ain’t really all that proud, for all their infamy.)  But then, say, when Noah starts helping Chris with investigating stuff, he’s thinking of all the stuff he’s heard over the years from the vice cops about what they’ve found and seen, and some of the stuff he’s seen on DV calls that turned out to just be neighbors misunderstanding what they were hearing, (and maybe one or two sneaky trips to an out-of-county shop so that he could attempt to be more prepared once Stiles was old enough to start asking questions because he knew it’d probably get weird), so when he decides to stock up on some equipment of his own that’s where he goes, because it’s high quality, specifically designed for what they need, and likely far more affordable.  And the first time Chris sees some of it he thinks it’s both brilliant and kinda hot (and he can’t decide if he wants to know what some of this stuff is actually intended for or not.  Noah is totally willing to help him learn if he’d like. ;D )

Anyway, I’m rambling again.  I hope your day is going as well as it can, and that you’re generally feeling as good as possible.  (And hey, it doesn’t always matter so much if what your eating right now isn’t as healthy as it could be, as long as you’re trying to eat reasonable amounts on a regular schedule to help keep the habit going.  And either way you can always try again.)  Take care, stay warm and stay hydrated!  (I’m not much of a mom friend, but I do my best at being the aunt friend.  XD )  *Hugs to you both!*

Okay, I will email you some stuff since I don’t want to share too much info on Tumblr, but I def want to share a few things.

As for how I’m doing, it’s going okay today. I feel like I accomplished some things with my characters even though I wrote little, but the story and world is a lot clearer and lively in my head. And I know how I want to start this story now.

Physically, I could be better. I got little done physically, and I def had a few moments where I just laid on my couch and couldn’t move. My chessboard has a lot of dark pieces moving to the middle today. It’s a metaphor I have in my house, an actual mini chessboard on my coffee table, where I am the chessboard. The dark pieces are my dark thoughts, and the light pieces are my happy thoughts.

Some days, white moves forward the most. Some days black has the upper hand. But whatever day I have, I am never just the pieces; I am the board and I am the one constant dealing with those pieces. But they are just there, there are never me. Good or bad, they are just pieces. Having the physical element in my home reminds me of that.

Sorry, I went off on a tangent there.

And I definitely get the short problem when having to clean cars, or wearing scarfs. Although I think I pull my green one off relatively well. (I am 5′4 though, so anything long becomes a choking hazard)

The ice is pretty and dangerous though; I guess that’s its duality. But it sucks that everything is so slippery, hope that clears up soon. I think it’s slowly thawing here, so hopefully, my groceries can be delivered properly today. Fingers crossed.

Hope work tomorrow also goes well. Please be careful on the road?

Also, that’s a nice car, looks really reliable. ^^

And I hope that you too will be in better financial waters soon <3 We got this my friend.

And the Mandalorian is soooo good though, I highly recommend it! 

Yeah honestly, I thought that idea was quite brilliant and I kinda feel like putting it in the first draft as well. Though it could definitely work for a lot of TW fics too! 

Noah would be more than happy to teach Chris all about his new toys I’d feel like. And Chris would not mind one bit XD.

#ben says stuff #B #my convos with anon #submission

[fangirlingtodeath513]

Misha telling a story about West at Jaxcon 2017.

Full story under the cut

Misha: We do this thing, we have an advent calendar for Christmastime, and the elves, that live in the walls of the house come out at night and hide the advent calendar somewhere and they leave something for the kids, for that day, for the advent calendar. It’s very cool. This year, the elves were seven days late, they forgot about the advent calendar altogether. And then they left a note, on the eighth day, after the kids, by coincidence, brought to my attention the fact that the advent calendar wasn’t happening this year, the elves left them a note the next morning that said, “West and Maison, so sorry, we actually went to visit our elf friends on the other side of town and the snowstorm happened. We could not get out of there, we were stuck for days. You have to realize that, you know, just four inches of snow may not be a big deal to you guys, but for us, that’s like, a mountain of snow, and we simply could not get through. We finally managed to hitch a ride back to your house, uh, hiding in the fur of a deer and we’re back in the game.” So I, uh, so that stuff happens., and they’re like, “Oh, okay, that explains it.” So their sense of reality is definitely enhanced, you know? Like, their reality means a lot of elves that live in the walls of the house. And, um, you know, they’re- our kids are also very- they just get into stuff, like you can’t really leave them alone for a few- like if they’re s- if they’re quiet, and nobody’s crying in the other room, you know they’re up to no good. And I came home, and West had-had, uh, he decided he was gonna do a little demolition work, um, while I was, I guess I was like, out in the yard taking the trash out or something- [gifset]

(x)

#misha collins #jaxcon #west collins #the collins family #my gifs

[lotrewrite]

LOT Chat Summaries (Sep-Oct)

Sorry this took so long! Find below the LOT Chat Summaries for the chats held on 16 September and 1 October. Includes the song recs and fanfic/fanart etc moments we’d like to see, as mentioned in the chats :-)

Episode 1

A gifset of Kendra flying, a flashback to a sepia-toned image, and then her saying “not another flashback

Gifset of Kendra saying she dumped Carter

One with Mick and Nate, with nate realising he’s travelling on his own

Something of Nate waving his pencil in Oliver’s face and complaining about his thesis

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Don’t Let ‘Em Grind You Down by motörhead for Nate

Dust in the Wind by Kansas for Mick

Centuries by FOB just in general

Do it like a Dude for Queen Bee

Europa - Globus should be for WWII

40s music! There’s Torched Song from the L.A. Noire soundtrack and it’s so good for Mick

You Turn Me Right Round for the Lichtenstein anomaly Hello by Adele for Coldwave

Postmodern Jukebox

for the 40s in France music, there should definitely be Le Temps des Cerises

Legendary by Welshly Arms for the rewrite in general

Welshly Arms - Legendary for the whole season 

"Look What you made me do” theme for the Legion

 Our Corner of the Universe by KS Rhoads for Team Legends

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjiupe-odRQ Goldberg Variations

“Sexual Healing” for Queen Anne/Sara…

“House of Memories” by Panic at the Disco for 2 or 3

way to the future by kate herzig

Episode 2

Bambi

Bambi and Ray eating together

Ratigan riding bambi at one point

Bambi meeting Ratigan

Bambi in the remains of the other raptors

Ratigan standing on Bambis head, pointing one paw: ONWARDS, Waverider in the background, Ray and Mick screaming of screen “Come back you little shits!”, “Join the Legends of Tomorrow” text above, “Save the Timeline” underneath, think like an old style Soviet propaganda poster, Waverider in the background, Ratigan and Bambi up front, “Join the Legends of Tomorrow” text above, “Save the Timeline” underneath

Coldwave song idea- Whispers by Dave Baxter)

Angel with a shotgun (for song choices)

gregorian monks chanting modern songs?

Pull the monks from Monty Python

For Ray: “I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts”

Gregorian version of “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”

“I walk a lonely road” = Ray having a moment

We are the monks from the Galavant soundtrack

I’m a different kind of princess from the galavant soundtrack for Sara

Mick telling Jax to fly because he’s already had whiskey

Jax and Stein in the infirmary

More of Kendra’s incarnation’s story

Hotblooded for Mick

Fireball

arsonist’s lullaby

Sir Patrick Stewart played the Lionheart once

coldwave - fate don’t know you by desi valentine

a version of friar tuck as one of the monks 

Jurassic Park theme

Jon Bernthal’s character would be good for Peter

“Istanbul not Constantinople” by They Might Be Giants

“Jerusalem of Gold” by Ofra Haza

“Lanercost” by Steeleye Span

Episode 3

Ginnifer Goodwin as Nancy wake?

Melanie Lynskey for Nancy

Amaya and Sara’s conversations

The moment where Nate shouts “NANCY WAKE?!?”

le temps des cerises europa

fanart of that fight scene with everyone

Edith Piaf

Europa by Globus

“Le Temps des Cerises”

“La Vie En Rose” by Edith Piaf

In the Mood" by Glen Miller

la marsaillaise by edith piaf

The jukebox version of Seven Nation Army

Sentimental Journey by Doris Day for Amaya

Cover of paper planes done in a '40s style by jukebox

Hitler Has Only Got One Ball to the Colonel Bogey’s March

Nancy Wake’s song is Witness by Mindless Self Indulgence 

Episode 4

Watch Your Back by Sam Tinnesz for the second half with Eobard

Fanart of the moment Eo brings back Laurel

Sara and Laurel in the med bay

Pink Floyd’s Another Brick in the Wall, possibly some ominous cover version, for the villains’ evil wall related schemes

Sara and Eobard drinking together

Every Breath You Take by Chase Holfeder. He does great minor covers of songs in major keys

99 Luftballoons by Nena

Something with Stein giving Marty his talking to, in the middle of the crowds in Berlin

Kim Weston – You hit Me Where It Hurts

The Ramones – Never Should Have Opened That Door

It’s So Easy when you’re evil

Rotten to the Core Disney movie descendants

When You’re Evil" by Voltaire for the Legion

Episode 5

Faroese Valravn or German Faun’s music

Mick Rory with the viking horns

Lisa

Wagner

Gunlod singing at the battle

ride of the valkyries

Looking too Closely by Fink for the end

Faun’s Walpurgisnacht would fit

fanart (gifset if possible) of Jax and Gunlod, being all flirty

Valravn has a version of Drømte mig en drøm

Jakob Oftebro for King Sweyn

Never Forget by Greta Salome

the fires

Mick headbutting the viking with his horned helmet

Paprika Steen or Hella Joof for Adisla

everybody talking to Lisa about their memories of Len, like one of those pics, with the bonfire and everyone around it, in the centre of the page, and then everyone’s memories in a circle around it

Eivør Pálsdóttir for Gunlød

“For the Love of a Princess "James Horner https://youtu.be/fckH2P0KK14

Episode 6

Uh, all of it

fancasts for our robot gangster

brent spiner

THE VOICE OF K2-SO whatshisname

Alan Tudyk

James Spader

we should just have ALL the famous robot actors hanging out

C3PO too

R2D2 and BB8

something frank sinatra

mission impossible theme

Robot Parade

"Mr Roboto”

A mix of Mission Impossible and the LoT theme

There’s a french revolution documentary with a song called rise of robespierre that sounds very steampunk and mechanical

Mick in his fireman clothes

the song from anything goes where she’s singing about her gangsters

Lisa kneeing Ray in the balls? like, I love Ray

like, every moment of lisa

“Weird Science” for the Stein/Dr Metcalf argument by Oingo Bongo

The Last of the Real Ones by FOB

Episode 7

Cisco getting thumbs up from Felicity and Winn when Lisa winks at him as she’s walking off

X-files theme somewhere along the way

seven nation army the original version would be good there

“Space Girl” for all the girls

salute by little mix for the girls

“Science Fiction Double Feature”

Episode 8

it’s a kind of magic

Lupita Nyong'o for Queen Bee

Magic Man" by Heart

Angela Basset

Taraji P Henson

viola davis

jada pinkett smith

Constantine interacting with the Legends

Something with the legends standing outside Zatanna’s place, looking frustrated at her “I’m not here” sign

Episode 9

Mick and Georgie, anything and everything with them

Is Anybody There from 1776

One of those things that fly across your dash with Ray and his rocket boot

Battle of Yorktown

fanart of that first confrontation when they meet Rip for the first time

Fanart of Washington’s ridiculous height

Georgie and Mick towering over everyone

Sara realising she just knocked back Martha’s eggnog and is actually talking to George Washington

Joke suggestion for Rip: I knew you were trouble, Taylor Swift

For Georgie storyarc, the Too Late to Apologize cover

mama look sharp from 1776

for Mick and Len and the hallucination arc, “Drumming Song” Florence and the Machine

“White Rabbit” Jefferson Airplane for Ray’s shrinking arc

 "The Battle of New Orleans"

Episode 10

black sails intro

pirates OST

Ray’s costume trials need “Sharp dressed man”

There’s a lovely cover by Jo Dee Messina

“Yo Ho A Pirate’s Life for Me”

Wolves of the Sea by Pirates of the Sea, the Eurovision version

Assassin’s Creed Black Flag music

I’m a Modern Major General for Stein in disguise

Heroes by Måns Zelmerlöw for the legends at some point in some episode

Ray’s montage fanart

something from crouching tiger hidden dragon maybe

Ray dressing as blue beetle and everyone looking thoroughly unimpressed

Ray trying to be Cold, and Mick of taking back the cold gun

Mick and Ray arguing about pirates vs ninjas and Len in the back, very very frustrated

Fanart of what would happen if Len COULD change outfits at will, mick looks over and has to try not laughing if len could change outfits, Len shows up in a terrible pirate outfit, Mick spit-takes, Ray says “we have to re-shoot that”, Sara (from offscreen): “Where did you even GET that?”

Ming-Na Wen for Ching, Maggie Cheung, Michelle Yeoh, Fan Bingbing

Episode 11

Mick in shorts

“Down Under” by Men at Work, maybe for the sequence where Mick is being mistaken for an Aussie

fanart of that scene and also of everybody in their clothes

Everybody Wants To Rule the World by Tears for Fears

all the bad fashion

lost boys soundtrack

fanart of the intro scene of bby Mick and Len

people are strange by the doors; don’t cry little sister

Weird Al’s “Smells Like Nirvana” for the section that goes

we didn’t start the fire

Ngaire - Keisha Castle-Hughes

Episode 12

the alien theme

Sort of atmospheric background music

skittering noises

Space Girl

Ziggy Stardust

Lost in Space theme

Thus Spake Zarathusa

cold as ice for Len

AIDA from Agents of Shield in part inspired Grace, but she’s not the fancast

major tom 

sigourney weaver as the engineer

for fanfic, something about Mick as Chronos, or Rip and Miranda hearing the story of the Mosaic

The moment with the Captain is saving Mick

Len and Gideon

The ghost behind Sara, and of Medusa!Grace

scaredy cat Stein

Sara and Mick sharing the quiet moment next to the graves

From Space girl: “Travelled through the time warp in the Psycho Plan”

Len shouting at Mick not to go on the other ship

Episode 13

Some ironic/dark use of something from the Evita musical

Don’t cry for me, Argentina

Mercedes Sosa

Solo le pido a dios

Churros. Any pic set of this episode must include churros.

Saved the world by eurythimics

copa la vida by ricky martin, maybe for the sequence with the soccer reference

under my umbrella aka, “Bus Stop” by the Hollies

The Legion surrounded by umbrellas

when Mick and the others are in the bakery

Fanart of Len, Thawne and Dahrk replicating the Singing In The Rain poster

Episode 14

fanart of Amaya dancing while Jax looks on like a proud brother

Greensleeves

Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Henry

Pasttime in Good Company

Brian Blessed

Eric Bana 

Sean Astin

Mick sitting alone in the garden with his lighter while len looks at him sadly

the globe burning

Sara dancing with Henry, and amaya in the back like….oh shit

Burning Down The House

Talking Heads

Royals by Lorde

Sons of Serendip

Fanart of Sara and Amaya trying to get dressed

Natalie Dormer as Ann, Natalie Portman

prison themed music for the dungeon scene

Johnny Cash

lone blues harmonica 

Mood board for henry and anne (+sara)

Episode 15

New york new york

All the old Irish songs about New York

Streets of New York

Pogues and Flogging Molly 

Wolfe Tones

the legion in their “hq”

Queen Been in a barbershop chair

Amaya carrying Sara with spirit wings behind her.

Legion!Len being pissed at racists

Some dramatic baroque-layout style picture of the mob about to start, and the only points of colour in the pic are Sara, Amaya, and Darhk

Lily fanart

her and Rip working together to guide the team from the Waverider

Stein helping a tiny Lily make her first atom model

Episode 16

annoying game show background music

A montage set to the actual Legends of the Hidden Temple, or art with the Legends and Legion wearing those dorky outfits

Benny Hill theme song

The Chicken Dance song played in slow mo 

theme from Gremlins

Someone who does podcasts needs to do some lines from the announcers

Fanart of the renegades first appearance

Fan art of affronted Mick and Len

Those (song) in Minor Key posts, Maybe the Benny Hill theme in minor key for dramatic parts

Stephen Fry would probably be perfect for Ethelred

Some of the challenges in the labyrinth should come with really annoying early computer game sounds

Art of the game in the style of one of those old crappy text RPGs and at one point, there’s a sign off to the side that says “don’t go this way - you will be eaten by a grue”

The whole Legends in The Future, yelling at a computer

16 or 32-bit version of the characters

 in the year 2525 (song)

Episode 17

it's gotta be cassette quality 90's music

Green Day

Aqua barbie girl

drunk Legends

Spice Girls

lots of Madonna and Prince and Maria Carey

Jax and Jessica duke it out at the whack a mole

all the home alone sequences

Sound of Silence for the “Hello Darhk-ness my old friend” part

O!Len realising L!Len can see him

Jessica - Gina Rodriguez

“I put a spell on you” for the final sequence with Queen Bee

Any Jax/Jessica photoset would need their respective dolls

Episode 18

music rec: we will rock you. Nothing else will do for Sara’s gladiator appearance

the woman who played Lucilla in Gladiator for Fulvia

Centuries 

Marc Antony, the guy who played him in Rome did it

Is Anybody There from 1776 musical

Rome, Spartacus, The Gladiator soundtracks

Sara fighting Darhk

EVERYONE in ancient Rome outfits

Legionnaire!Len

Kendra and Fulvia, lounging on their seats

Legion!Len in his toga

Having scenes from this episode using dialogue from Life Of Brian.

Kendra in Rome getup

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life

Episode 19

Camelot from Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Len’s ice ramp

Old school superhero comic style fan art of the knights

Joan (song)

everyone dressed up for dinner

Mick and Mordred

Colin Farrell for Jason Blood

Merlin - Taika Waititi

Eva Green for Morgana

Sofia Boutella for Nimue

Ivana Baquero ystina

Faun's Tanz mit mir for the party scene

Doomworld 1 & 2

crossover fan art of a certain Victor von Doom being angry with the Legion

It’s the End of the World as We Know It

Eurythmics "Sweet dreams are made of this"

Walking on the Ground

for Batman, Batfleck, Jason O’Mara

B: TAS theme

Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny"

Nathan Fillion - Hal

Don’t Mess With Me by Temposhark

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" by Cage the Elephant

Ted - Danny Pudi

Everyone decked out in their doomworld versions

The fight between Mick, L!Len, and then the lanterns show up

all by myself to be playing in the background at the very end when Mick is left alone

Land of Confusion by Genesis, or the Disturbia version

Uprising by Muse

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Last Episode

Fan art of Bambi leaping joyfully into Ray’s arms

A gif set of Mick and Len hugging

fanart, specifically, of Ray and Bambi skipping through a field of flowers towards each other as “So Happy Together” plays in the background

everyone hugging Len, then Len and Mick hugging

A sweet piece of Sara and Laurel talking through the inter-dimensional skype

O!Len holding the spear, with the team in the back yelling at him not to do it 

The sequence where the jump ship explodes in the middle of the time stream

we are the champions

Legendary

#episode #suggestions #recap #submission

[buckmebxrnes]

WIP Meme

I got tagged by @cryo-bucky and @rohkeutta!! Granted this is hella late but yall know I was studying for the Bar soooo. I HAVE AN EXCUSE! Anywhooligans...

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, arts, gifsets, whatever.

Ahaha oh boy here we go...

Ao3 WIPS

Innocent Until: “That one BDSM story with a murder trial and Bucky breaks all the ethical rules of being an attorney to bang his client, Steve.”

Screaming Words (Left Unspoken): “That one post CA:CW fic that honestly, I don’t know why I didn’t hurry up and finish it when I had the gusto for it. Lol oops ;)”

In The Works Fics!

ST-EVE: “An android!Steve fic with Stucky, a conspiracy, and a lot of sexual creativity.” 

In Your Heart Shall Mourn: “A way-too-angsty Stucky fic way post CA:CW and Infinity Wars where Steve and Bucky struggle in their marriage to remember why they loved each other once.”

Untitled Post CA:CW Fic: “Steve didn’t know why Bucky hated him, but now he does and he’ll do anything he can to make amends.” 

A “The Space Between Us” stucky au fic with smol steeb. 

A Dream Daddy fanfic because ofc I’ve been swallowed into that fandom too. hahaha It’s Robert x Joseph ;)

Halloween Fics

Untitled Murder Mystery: “An outcast student, a mechanic, an art teacher, a football coach. What do they all have in common? They’re all a suspect in the murders around town, and any one of them could be next...” Classic thriller/horror inspired by Scream, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and Pretty Little Liars. 

Untitled Eerie Monster Story: “Steve didn’t believe there was a monster living in the woods. And then he found him. A wendigo!Bucky story.”

Upcoming Fics!

Time Travel Fic inspired by @hopeless--geek‘s art here [click]

Wild West fic inspired by my frens @beardysteve and @misspaperjoker‘s arts. [here] and [here]

Spideypool fic for @misspaperjoker

I think that’s it?

Uh, I know it’s late so maybe I’ll tag @steves--winter--boobear and @stephrc79 but if ya’ll have done this already...sorry. I fail. Also I tag ALL THE PEOPLE I TAGGED IN THIS POST TOO ABOUT THEIR WIPS! ahahah

#li speaking #tag games #wip meme #to write

[frenchibi]

WIP tag

I was tagged by @paintbrushyy to talk about my WIPs, and because I am a responsible adult and not prone to escapism, I am not doing this now to avoid the disaster that my life is right now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If any of these interests you - let me know and I’ll jump on it :’) I’m very easily influenced by enthusiasm these days. (I mean it)

WIPs that are partially posted:

IwaOi Week 2017. I know I’m late to finish days 6 and 7 but. It is happening. I have ideas. I will finish this goddamn project. Day 6 is a Fairy Tale inspired thing (not literally though) and probably has boys in dresses and skirts because FIGHT ME and Day 7 is for the prompt Goodbyes, it has parental divorce and thunderstorms and soft confessions.

Drag me ‘Round (Kicking and Screaming): has 3/5 chapters up – Oikawa shrinks; based on art by @yaboykeiji. This might get a sequel, I have ideas.

Until It Breaks: 1/3 (or 4) chapters up -  it’s a MatsuHana and IwaOi fic, College AU, past unrequited MatsuIwa – the boys have Issues and need to Talk about them. Involves drunk upset Makki and soft background IwaOi.

Look To The Sky: 3/4 chapters up, based on Amanda Marshall’s Cross My Heart – one possible story of iwaoi’s lives, from childhood to college. Includes so much fluff you will choke (and a marriage proposal) but also angst and long-distance and… yeah.

The Play: 1/4 chapters up – The volleyball club of Aoba Johsai has the privilege (Oikawa) or obligation (everyone else) to perform a play at the cultural festival. A romantic play, of course, because there’s nothing as engaging as romance! Includes boys in dresses, sneaky or not-so-sneaky plans, and a very exasperated Iwaizumi.  

Ignite The Sky: 2/possibly 50 chapters up – gigantic iwaoi Dragon AU with @josai that I sincerely hope you are just as excited for as I am.

 Other ideas:

IwaOi Sisters AU: I have been sitting on this idea for almost a year and I cannot wait to write it out. Iwa with a gigantic family – six sisters (!) and the story of Oikawa re-meeting his family after he goes from best friend to boyfriend. A story about family and acceptance and the bonds between all of these characters. I have a lot of feelings about my OCs for this fic and if I��m lucky I made @shouyouohno excited enough to even give one of them a spinoff :0

A birthday fic (iwaoi) for my dear friend @joanofarcticmonkeys that she sort-of requested and that got WAY out of hand  (and is super late oh my god I’m so sorry) – includes biracial Iwa-chan and pining Oikawa and a misunderstanding that leads to pain. And ultimately fluff. xD

A Room With New Colors: Delinquent Iwa and Good Kid Oikawa, this is pretty dark in parts, there’s abuse and homophobia and haphephobia and a lot of… healing. Probably slow burn, and it might take me a while to write.

The Roof: iwaoi. They’ve moved to Tokyo and things should be going great, right? Right? So why is there this distance between them that Tooru finds so suffocating? He starts escaping their shared bed and the warmth of Iwaizumi’s arms to spend his nights on the roof of their 8-story apartment building, staring at the stars and looking for answers. Could possibly be triggering – but there’s a happy end, because COME ON.

Another depression fic with long-distance iwaoi because I have too many feelings and nowhere to put them.

A continuation for Born For Glory (I’m struggling with the style) that might turn into something heavily inspired by @amalasdraws’ roadtrip AU

So. Much. HP AU. You guys don’t even know. One version has legilimens!Iwa and that’s all I have to say about that.

“Do you like me” – soft iwaoi fluff with slightly insecure Oikawa & lots of reassurance.

An iwaoi medieval AU with @josai – I dragged her into this but I am hyped; instead of the usual king/guard romance thing, here we have IwaOi both as royal guards for the king – this’ll be nsfw and involve, uh, kind of shady consent and Iwa and Oikawa with other parties because RULES and medieval society and apparently I love pain (with happy endings)

Iwaoi Spirit AU: There’s a monster under little Oikawa’s bed – but maybe he’s just lost. Kind of slow burn (?) depending on how detailed I wanna write this.

Hit it until it breaks: The story behind Oikawa’s favorite quote (inspired by a gifset and the thought: what if Oikawa likes that quote so much because it reminds him of Iwaizumi…?)

Siren!Oikawa: What the title implies – but we’re talking dangerous, poisonous siren Oikawa and human Iwa, who finds him while he’s injured, and therefore gets spared – but he can’t leave, either, he knows too much now. And is it a coincidence that Oikawa shares his name with a boy Hajime used to know…?

Iwaoi Soulmates AU: where what your soulmate thinks of you appears as writing on your skin, and Tooru has always had words all over himself and all of them are so positive that he’s sure his soulmate can’t be anyone he knows, must be some kid dreaming up the perfect partner, because he is none of the things his skin is telling him. (and even though he dreams of his soulmate, he also can’t deny his feelings for Iwa-chan, who couldn’t possibly be right for him even though he desperately wants him to be… because even when Oikawa amps up his annoying-ness, never once has there been the word “annoying” on his skin.)

Flowers: iwaoi, Iwa plays the “he loves me, he loves me not” game throughout different stages of their relationship, until he realizes that he makes his own destiny.

Handcuffs: iwaoi – a prompt given to me by @superiortechnology; iwa and oikawa are arguing and there seems to be more going on than meets the eye – so obviously Matsukawa and Hanamaki takes matters into their own hands and make sure that their friends solve their dispute by any means necessary.

Greek Gods AU 1: More Aphrodite/Hephaestus IwaOi (see Iwaoi Week 2017)

Greek Gods AU 2: Hades/Persephone IwaOi

Airport Reunion AU 1: happy sappy “I missed you so much” schmoop for iwaoi with a confession :D

Airport Reunion AU 2: this one hurts; Oikawa is due to come home from a game overseas but his plane crashes. (He’s not dead. Good lord.)

“Three things you love most” – a short series of iwaoi being asked that question at different stages in their lives. FLUFF

“What would you do if I died today?” - another collab with @josai if that works out; Oikawa asks a stupid question and Iwa can’t seem to let it go. Soft and pensive and nsfw :’)

A very soft and sappy engagement/wedding thing for iwaoi

An incredibly painful iwaoi fic that has a breakup, minor character death, and a whole host of misunderstandings. To know your characters, you have to break them, or something. This one is ROUGH.

A couple ideas for nonbinary Oikawa and/or Trans Oikawa that I am afraid to approach because I don’t want to be indelicate or offensive.

Possibly more for the Sports Club IwaOi AU (see Iwaoi Week 2017)

Possibly an actors AU with iwa and oikawa as musical singers in a production of Jesus Christ Superstar

An actual Phantom of the Opera AU with Phantom!Oikawa and Christine!Iwa – old, but I wanna write some of it out.

A whole host of fluffy iwaoi drabbles from prompts that I’ve found or that people have sent me in my ask :D There’s like 30 unfilled ones there and I intend to write pretty much all of them, and also the ones that are for ships I don’t usually write (kagehina, bokuro, daisuga)

I have more IwaOiBokuAka and more IwaOiBoKuro ideas are in the works too – smaller fic ideas for the former and, if I can manage to write it, a large fic for the latter.

Other fandoms (because yeah, I wanted to diversify. Hah.)

Illuminate is marked as completed but I have more ideas for this. It’s for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, an AU where certain characters live.

I also have a rather big HP thing planned with my dear old friend @annoyed-basically that we have a lot of feelings about and that could potentially be the biggest project ever wtf

Oh, and then there’s also HP crackfic for my little sister (her ideas, written as a Very Serious Fic though okay) that I really kinda wanna write but idk if it’ll ever be fit for posting :’D It’s literally just... humor ^^

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