#3c

[readysetjo]

Hiring a whole orchestra to play an off tune “hot crossed buns” was probably the most fun any of those instrumentalists probably ever had

[nailsinmywall]

trick or treat!!

(i’m dressed as lightning mcqueen)

U look into ur rearview mirror and see this , wyd ? (Celegorm, caranthir + curufin)

Happy post halloween!🎀

[eossa]

Romantisch

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[bearsplash]

little character design for icy :)

[koenji]

➿ 🖤

[threecacti]

aaaaand the second part of my secret santa for @tansypaws . birdgang rise up

[onewing1]

Tried a little something different here :)

A @threeclans artfight piece of Poltergeist

[peachnecrosis]

you and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals so let’s do it like they do on the discovery channel

[trustme-imamedic]

Local Decepticon scoops up Autobot medic to steal him away from productivity for a medical emergency: he is low in vitamin U

He wasn't doing anything too important— well not anything he couldn’t redo later anyhow. He was recording a video for the students and was none the wiser to Lieutenant coming to get him "Though the mechanics of it all is inferior a great handful of our population has—" to his surprise he was soon scooped up, Pharma ragdolling backwards in Lieutenant’s arms trying to keep his helm in view of the video "-this technology within them ANDITIMPORTANTTHAT—" But he wasn't quick enough, Lieutenant had hauled him away from his desk.

Pharma sits up right, hands rest on Lieutenant’s shoulders "What's wrong? Have the repair mecha already came?" Though he was certain it was something himself and Clutch could have done.

[maxedmoefoez]

doodles from a few weeks ago 🔥🔥

[comment-exchange]

352. Tea in America (Agents of Shield)

Title: Tea in America

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59513956

Platform: AO3

Creator: MeggeiJolly

Work Type: Fanfic

Fandom: Agents of Shield

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons 

Word count: 3132

Warnings: none

Number of comments: 3

Completion Status: complete

Short summary/description: FitzSimmons don’t meet in the Academy, they meet years later in a coffee shop, bond over tea and complaining about their annoying co-workers. Until they discover who they are really working with.

Snippet (max. 200 words):

Jemma nodded. “It is. It almost reminds me of the fancy high tea places my grandmother would take me to every time I finished a degree.” 

“Every time? Do you have multiple degrees?”

Jemma blushed prettily. “I have two PhDs, but she started to take me when I got my A levels, so we went more than twice.” 

“My uncle tried to take me to the pub for the first time when I got my A levels. That did not go well.” 

“Why not?”

“Well, I was way too young and they wouldn’t serve me no matter what he said. So he took me home in a huff and gave me a beer and some whiskey anyways. I was sick as a dog and my head still hurts when I remember how much my mum yelled.” 

Jemma laughed and Fitz joined her, glad his story had amused her. 

[kitemask]

expression headshots of my character locustkit from @threeclans

commissions: open

[f-franku]

I am 18 and crazy

[classicvirus]

Family quarrels: 1963 Lancia Flaminia 3C Sport by Zagato

This 1963 Lancia Flaminia Sport Zagato 3C coupe is a rare find. One of only 599 Zagato-bodied Flaminias ever built, this numbers-matching car features a stunning gray exterior and a beautifully preserved original cream leather interior.Originally purchased in Milan, the car carries a storied past, including a 40-year tenure with renowned Lancia aficionado Howard Pfitzman in London. The car was a…

[owl127]

You’re probably so over the prompts about 3Cs but god you have a golden story here, I can’t stop thinking about it literally every day, imagining what could happen you know ? I’m a big fan of your work but this one is addicting, can’t wait to read more about this one, I’m looking forward anything, any prompt, any CRUMB

Anya was the luckiest woman alive.

She kissed Raven’s giggles as she tossed her wonder woman mask away, finding the girl’s mouth in a fit of laughter of her own. Raven sighed contently and made more room for them in the passenger seat. The 20-year-old Malibu groaned, but held firm as she spread her legs on top of Anya. Raven was always blabbing about how soon the car would be vintage, the old grandma holding firm for two generations of Reyes. That seat had seen its fair share of college kids making out on top of it, and Anya didn’t mind adding a few miles tonight.

As the windows fogged and pants grew unnecessary, Anya was ready to invite Raven back to her apartment, but a loud noise outside made them stop.

“If anyone hit grandma, I swear to God…” Raven said as she rolled the window down, the music from the Halloween party they had abandoned filtering inside.

“Lexa, wait!”

Anya was so ready to ignore whatever commotion was going on, but Clarke’s voice broke her away from Raven’s neck.

“Griffin?” Raven asked, but Clarke ignored the girls in the car as she ran past it.

“Clarke, let that shrimp go.” Another voice joined Clarke’s, and Anya peeked out the window.

She saw Lexa’s bee antenna stomping away, and Clarke was trying to follow in her cumbersome honey jar costume, but another woman stopped her. “Come on, Clarke, stay. I’m sure she’s fine.”

Anya growled when she saw Nia, the party host and also the host of one of the greatest sticks up her ass. Everyone on the lacrosse team hated Nia. She was on the team because of nepotism alone (her aunt dated their coach) and she made everyone’s life miserable with her lack of talent and many opinions.

She threw a mean party, though.

“Let’s go back.” Nia reached for Clarke’s arm, but Clarke shook it away.

“Everything alright, Griffin?” Raven opened the door, face steeled. She was the meanest pirate Anya had ever seen, with the fake parrot dangling from her shoulder adding to the character.

“Everything good, ladies?” Anya followed Raven outside without missing a beat, crossing her arms and glaring at Nia. Both Clarke and Nia seemed surprised at the couple leaving the parked car, though while Clarke showed relief at the sight of her friend, Nia bared her teeth in annoyance.

“Woods. Great to see you,” Nia said with the delicacy of a hammer. “Your sister just stormed out of here.”

“Clarke, do you need a ride?” Raven asked Clarke, ignoring the dick measuring competition going on between the two alphas.

Clarke sniffled, a tear falling on the rumpled card box that was her honey jar, and Raven helped her friend inside the car.

“I’ll drive her home.” Raven fished her keys from Anya’s back pocket — who knows how it ended there — and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll go after Lexa with my bike,” Anya said, returning the kiss.

Give it to Lexa to cockblock her sister.

Spotting the shaking bee was easy, but convincing Lexa to go back to Anya’s apartment took some time. Lexa finally relented under the frosty rain, her bee antenna squashed under Anya’s spare helmet as they drove away.

“I’m fine,” Lexa said between trembling teeth, though she sighed in relief when she held the steaming mug Anya placed in front of her. Her red, hard fingers thawed under the warmth, and so did her rage.

Anya eyed her sister, noticing the running makeup, the red nose, the stained bee costume. It wasn't always that Lexa looked like a mess, but that night was one of those days.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Anya asked, pouring honey into her own mug.

Lexa took the tiniest tea sip.

Anya would hate this so much less if making Lexa talk about her feelings wasn’t like pulling overgrown wisdom teeth. “Why did you storm out?” Anya probed, searching for an angle. “And why is Clarke upset?”

“She’s upset?”

Bingo.

Lexa’s red eyes widened, but then she frowned.

Anya checked Raven’s texts since they parted:

Raven Babe 00:37am

Griffin is crying.

I think they fought. Ask Lexa.

We stopped to get chocolate and honey. Her costume is surprisingly effective.

“Raven is with her now,” Anya said, flipping her phone face down on the table before Lexa could peek. “So, are you still drunk or?”

“Ugh,” Lexa said intelligently, lowering her forehead to the table. “Do I sound drunk?”

“You sound miserable.” Anya sat next to her sister, touching her shoulder and squeezing it. “So what? You had an argument while a little tipsy. That’s normal, Lex. Apologize to Clarke in the morning and it will all be good.”

Lexa lifted her head from the table, her eyebrows knit. She looked like a bee who had been expelled from the hive and left to die in the wilderness if that bee was also a little drunk. “I don’t want to apologize.”

A simmering kind of emotion bubbled in Anya’s stomach, and she recognized it as anger.

“What did Griffin do?” Her tone didn’t betray the surge in protectiveness for her younger sister.

Lexa’s head hit the tabletop again with a muted thud.

“Maybe I’m just overreacting,” she mumbled to the abused wood that had never seen a single coaster.

Anya breathed through her curiosity, giving her sister time to process her thoughts. Lexa had always been slow to make her opinions heard, but alcohol made it like walking through molasses.

Anya waited, as some big sisters were known to do. The good ones, at least.

“She laughed at me,” Lexa said, her voice as small as she looked. “Nia was talking shit about the team, as usual, but then she said things about me and Clarke—” there was that knot between her eyes again “—Clarke just laughed.”

“I’m sorry,” Anya said, the frown on her forehead the same as the one on Lexa’s. “But maybe she didn’t mean it that way?”

Lexa nodded solemnly, processing the idea in her inebriated brain.

“Clarke adores you, Lexa. Did she apologize?”

Pink blossomed over Lexa’s cheeks.

“Is that when you stormed out?” Anya asked, one eyebrow up.

Lexa nodded, but shameful consolation replaced her serious posture.

“Sleep it off,” Anya said, standing up. “It will make more sense in the morning.”

Lexa took an hour showering and used all the hot water. Anya would be mad about it another time, though she will hold against her sister the whole cockblocking thing. Anya had been looking forward to fuck Raven in her wonder woman costume.

Anya let Lexa sleep on the mattress that was usually under her bed, a little wet clump of teen hormones on the floor of her bedroom. She pretended not to, but saw the text exchange between her sister and her girlfriend, and sighed with a heavy sense of completion as Lexa drifted off to sleep.

Another night of being the best big sister ever.

Lexa 2:15am

I'm not mad

Clarke, I love you.

Clarke 2:15am

I love you too.