#Aaand I have caller ID.

[the-dragon-invasion-is-near]

one of this days i'm editing the good omens radio drama and cutting everything except any aziraphale and crowley, because sometimes i just want to listen to them to have their characterization more clear in my head, but ✨the plot✨ won't let me

[ectonurites]

SUPER DARK TIMES (2017) DIR KEVIN PHILLIPS

[weirdfishy]

First Lines :)

tagged by the wonderful @alllthequeenshorses who has been writing The Old Guard joe/nicky fics that deserve to be read!! go check them (and other good reads) out!

i, myself, have been sitting peaceably in the phandom quicksand. more specifically, the phandom quicksand that is crossed over with DC :)

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As king, Danny is beholden to the emotions of his subjects, is able to feel them in the bottled swirl of an orb, the centerpiece to his icy crown.

i had the VIVID mental image of danny dragging a dead joker thru the streets of Gotham in a color blocking sort of thing? where it's a dark grey silhouette outline of danny and joker's body on a black street lined with towering white buildings- joker is trailing red and danny's looking back, eyes glowing green. a red sky and people observing on the streets. i might do this with colored paper? tmr actually since i've got the time

Approximately 54 minutes ago, Damian set off his panic button on his civilian identity.

i do not particularly like this line; i gotta go find batman's voice later, but i haven't found a way to continue Unknown Caller ID that i am happy with. please be patient with me, and if you have anything you think might happen/could see happening, i'm always up for a chat abt my fics! drop into my ask box! (anon is on too)

They’re in a transitional period now.

timeskip just slip me on, i'll be your blanket???? is that you??? guys idk if i'll finish it since it's mostly directionless rn, but istg in my heart of hearts it's not really finished and i'll never be free until i'm satisfied

Spencer stepped out of the elevator, sipping from his to-go coffee cup.

i found out about danny phantom x criminal minds, specifically the spencer reid is a gothamite trope, and I Need More. gotta do whatcha gotta do.

Today is the day.

from the Young Justice part of dc (screw it not being continuity, and also wally is dating dick wdym) crossed over with dp, of course, where danny joins the justice league as a consult/doomsday protocol, but he lives at the hall of justice and acts as a heimdall??? basically. the extended league is awkward around him bc he reminds them that they can't save everyone; inspo'd by a fic

Damian was gone.

not a cross over, it's just dc. is more of a character study on Alfred Pennyworth, maybe? but also i'm not really pulling from observing a ton of canon, it's more of my understanding and imagination on him and his relationships (and how his family's night activities affect him) [i love him and david mccallum is MY alfred]

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aaand that's abt it, in terms of new things i've worked on in the past four weeks! imma try to tag some new folks (hello there!!), but no pressure, and anyone is welcome to post their first lines (tag me, i'd love to see them!)

@shire-bard @snakeinmeboots808 @lord-of-0blivion @crazycatgirl420 @astralalmighty @spacedace

💚.

[kzzzo]

chapter 7 pt. 2 - you can never be too happy in this life

'you can never be too happy in this life' yeah, that's still the line

series masterlist - here

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warning: character death

a/n: aaand she lives! hi, yes, i'm alive! i honestly don't remember how long i was gone but thank you sm for (still) supporting 'with a smile' even if my updating schedule is shit lmao. here's the long overdue part 2 of chapter 7! i hope it's alright 😩

tags: @crayonwriting

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The timing couldn’t be more perfect for the two of you. Spring break rolled around a couple weeks later, giving you time to work on Kuroo moving into your apartment. Soon enough you were sharing your room with your boyfriend. The triplets were overjoyed to find out that their papa will be living under the same roof and that they get to spend more time with him.

“Papa!” The triplets yelled one peaceful afternoon; excitement evident in the tone of their voice. That could only mean one thing; Kuroo has returned home from volleyball practice. You peaked at the entrance area from the kitchen, seeing how hot and disheveled your boyfriend was. Duffel bag slung across his torso, his hair messy as usual and his lips smiling widely at his little boys.

He picked all three of them up at the same time (which gave your poor motherly heart a scare) causing the boys to burst in a fit of giggles. Kuroo chuckled along with them as he walks the short distance to the kitchen before placing them down on the table. You walk up to him to give him a kiss, standing on your tippy toes to match his height. He grabbed you by the waist the moment you came in close proximity to him.

"I'm home," he whispered.

"Welcome back," you whispered back, giving him one last peck on the lips before pulling away and moving your attention to the food on the stove.

You ate dinner with your family as usually would, nothing really going out of the ordinary until you heard your phone ring from the living room. You were about to stand up in order to retrieve the device but Kuroo offers to do it instead as he was closer to the living room.

"I'll get it." He picks it up then glances at the caller ID which showed the name 'Grandpa'. He instinctively answered it then brought it to his ear. "Hello?"

"(Y/N)— Oh, Tetsurou?"

"Yes, it's me." He began walking back to his spot on the dining table while you watch him curiously, trying to find out who he's talking to and what they're talking about. "I'm sorry, what?"

Kuroo's face went pale, probably due to the news delivered to him. He gulps before shifting his gaze to you.

"(Y/N)..."

You beg Kuroo to drive faster than he already is in hopes of arriving to the hospital quicker. She'll be alright. She's fine. It's just a minor thing, right? Thoughts flooded your mind from the moment you dropped the triplets off at Bokuto and Akaashi's shared dorm room to the present.

Kuroo grabbed your hand that you were nibbling on out of anxiety, giving it a tight squeeze of reassurance. But nothing could keep you calm, all you need was to arrive at the hospital faster and see for yourself that your grandmother would be alright.

The second the car was parked, you dashed out of it and into the hospital, frantically asking the front desk for your grandmother. You didn't even give the receptionist a chance to finish her question regarding your relation to the patient. You simply dashed to the elevator, pressing the 'up' button too many times, as if it would help the elevator arrive faster. When it did, people swore a ghost rushed by at how quick you got on.

More thoughts fill your head, making you forget that you completely left your boyfriend behind, but he understood. Unlike you, Kuroo calmly asked the receptionist for your grandmother's room and calmly waited for the elevator door to open.

On the other hand you were there catching your breath right outside your grandmother's room. You knew she wouldn't be too fond of the state you were in now so you gave your self time to breathe. After a couple minutes you finally lift your fist to knock— beep.

Oh no. It was that beep. The long one. Your heart sank to the deepest pits of Earth. That's not it, right? You were hearing wrong. She's fine. When you walk in, she'll greet you as always. She's fine. She's fine. She's—

The scene that greeted you when you opened the door sunk your heart deeper than what you thought was humanely possible. Doctors, or were they nurses? You didn't know, you couldn't think, were huddled around the bed while frantically trying to revive your grandmother.

In the corner was your grandfather, who had noticed you enter because he was trying so hard not to see his wife battle life and death. You ran to him in tears. He gave you a tight hug, his breath equally as shaky as yours, maybe even more.

The two of you stayed in that position the whole time, earnestly waiting for good news that never came. She's gone. You grandmother's gone. The person who took you in and raised you like her own was gone.

You sink into the chair beside the bed, listlessly staring at her peaceful expression. If it was even remotely possible, more tears rolled down your cheeks. Your breaths becoming even heavier, as you release sobs.

"Grandma," you called out, hoping she'll find her way back to you. Maybe she was just lost. "Granny..."

The more you call for her the more you realize that she's not coming back. You grab her cold hand with both of yours, desperately trying to heat it up as you call for her. You lean your head onto her shoulder and bawled. Her body no longer providing the comforting heat you always loved.

"I said— I said I'm going to repay you... for everything you've done for me." You choked out in between sobs. "How am I going to do that now? Please don't leave me..."

You stayed like that for hours, even after Kuroo came to comfort you. But Kuroo and your grandfather both decided that it would be best to leave you be for now.

After a while you calmed down. Your grandfather approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"She... knew what was coming." He started. "Two days ago, before we came here, she told me she wanted a nice romantic evening before she goes. So we did that. She said she regrets not being able to properly say goodbye to you and the triplets before she goes."

You stare at your grandmother's lifeless body as tears began to flow once again.

"We prepared gifts for the boys for the next 15 years until they turn 18. She said it was the least she could do. She didn't let me contact you until she knew it was her last day. She said it was 'a few days too many of worrying for my baby'."

Once again you were full on sobbing into her shoulder.

"She said she has a last wish for you."

"What is it?" You lift your head, determined to fulfill your grandmother's last wish until;

"(Y/N)..." You felt your body tense at the feminine voice from behind you. You turn around only to see—

"Mom, dad. Why are you here?" Your voice was harsh as you eye them up and down.

"(Y/N), sweetie..."

"Don't you 'sweetie' me. You kicked me out remember?" Your grandfather's hand on your shoulder gave you a slight squeeze.

"(Y/N)... did you know that all this time they've been assisting you and the boys as much as they can? They regret what they did. Please talk to them at least. Your grandmother would be very happy."

You remind yourself that this was your grandmother's last wish as you hesitantly lead them out of the room. Kuroo gave you a look of concern from where he sat, knowing how tense you were. You give him a slight smile to reassure him.

"Just so you know, I have nothing to say to you." You speak up.

"I know, but please listen to us." You crossed your arms and turned to face them, not making eye contact. "I admit that what we did was wrong, that we were too harsh to you. I also admit that the first few months, we didn't care at all, but then one day your grandmother visited us and brought us a copy of your ultrasound. Your dad and I were happy for you, we regretted what we did but we knew you wouldn't even want to see us after all that."

She reached for your arm but you flinch away from her. She sighed then continued her explanation.

"We asked for updates about the four of you. We asked about what we can do to help, even if just financially. I saw how well you raised your boys, (Y/N). I don't have the rights to, but I'm proud. We... didn't plan on approaching you because the pain we caused you was too much and I didn't want you to be in pain again when you see us. But mom said it was her dying wish, and I also wanted to make things right. So, (Y/N), I'm very sorry."

You eyed your parents, checking for signs of insincerity in their words. But their expressions were nothing but sincere. You sigh and slowly approached your mother for a hug.

"Don't get me wrong, I still haven't fully forgiven you. I'm still very hurt. I just think that having things continue the way they were will only be bad for all of us." Both parents gave you a tight hug back, crying. Yoy caught a glimpse of Kuroo sitting outside your grandmother's room from over your mother's shoulder. "I have someone for you to meet."

You pull away from each other before calling for Kuroo. "Tetsu."

Your boyfriend stared at you in confusion, probably wondering why on Earth were you calling him in the middle of a touching reunion. Nonetheless, he complied to your call and approached you sheepishly.

"This is my boyfriend, Tetsurou."

"Kuroo Tetsurou, ma'am and... sir." Without further notice your mom pulled him into a tight hug.

"Thank you. Thank you very much for taking care of my (Y/N)."

Kuroo chuckled as he hugs her back, looking over to you before saying, "My pleasure."

[letswritebangtan]

132 with namjoon😊 please 💟

“For the millionth time, y/n,” Namjoon groaned. 

“Why not?” you huffed, tugging onto his right arm. 

“I was piss drunk when I said that and you know better than to take me seriously when I’m drunk,” he complained. 

“You promised me, Joon.”

Namjoon was starting to regret ever agreeing to the after-party of last night’s award show. He insisted on staying sober so that he could keep an eye on all the boys to make sure they weren’t stepping out of line but curse Jin for daring him to drown a whole pitcher of beer. It wasn’t a wise decision, especially for someone like Namjoon, but leaders make mistakes. And now he had to face the consequences. 

“Just one round,” you pleaded. 

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk. I have to get to the studio, so I’ll see you at 7 for dinner, okay? I love you, take care,” he said as he gathered his things and tried to leave. 

You huffed and grumbled and protested but eventually, Namjoon slipped out of the apartment, leaving you with a deck of cards and no one to play strip poker with. Just then you heard your phone ring, seeing Taehyung on the caller ID, you answered. 

“Hello?” you sighed. 

“y/nnn, why so sad?” he asked noticing your tone. 

“Hm, it’s nothing. So why’d you call?”

“Oh just wondering where Namjoon hyung was. He’s late and I tried calling him but he isn’t answering,” Taehyung explained. 

“Oh, he’s on his way. He just left the house,” you mumbled, stomping sulkily up the stairs to your room. 

“Aw, y/n, come on, tell me what’s wrong. Was it Namjoon?” he asked. 

“He broke a promise,” you huffed. 

“Oh, that’s not fair. What was the promise?”

“He said he’d play strip poker with me. But today he said he wouldn’t,” you grumbled.

You heard Taehyung laughing on the other end of the line. “Let me guess, he said that when we were all drunk yesterday, right?”

“Yeah, and now he says that he was drunk so it’s not counted or some bullshit and he leaves for the studio,” you complained. 

“Well, a promise is a promise….” Taehyung said. 

“Yeah well it isn’t gonna happen I guess,” you said as you flopped onto your bed. 

“Tell you what, I’ll call Namjoon hyung and talk to him. I’ll also tell the boys that recording is off for today,” he said. 

“You can do that?” you asked surprised. 

“Well, if I tell the boys all Namjoon has to do is go home and play some strip poker, they’re gonna laugh so hard and will most probably let it slide.”

“Won’t Namjoon kill you if he finds out you told them about this?” you asked giggling softly. 

“Ah, he’ll get over it. Now shoo, I need to call him,” he ushered. 

“You shoo,” you retorted. 

You could hear him rolling his eyes and it made you laugh. “Okay, bye Tae. Thanks for the help.”

“No problem at all, y/n.”

You rolled around in bed for about twenty minutes just scrolling through Instagram and watching videos. Then you heard the door slam open and you sat up in shock, rushing to the door of your bedroom. You saw Namjoon running up the stairs and he stopped momentarily when he saw you. The two of you had a staring contest for ten seconds before Namjoon stepped forward and dragged you into the room and made you sit on the bed. He then pulled out a deck of cards and started shuffling. 

“Namjoon-”

“You wanted to play strip poker, y/n?” he asked amused. 

You went speechless for a while, before trying to say something again. 

“Why are-”

“Let’s play.”

So, halfway into the game, you were left with your shirt and underwear on and Namjoon, well, he was winning. He had only taken a sock off. One damn sock. 

“This isn’t fair!” you exclaimed. 

“We’re playing strip poker just like you wanted, babe. What’s not fair?” he asked teasingly. 

“You’ve only taken off one sock. And it’s been an hour.”

“I’m playing fair and square aren’t I?”

“Nope, you’re cheating and I know it.”

“y/n, I didn’t drop my work at the studio to come home and cheat at strip poker.”

“Can you at least take your shirt off?” you pleaded. 

“You gotta win first, sweetheart.”

You groaned in exasperation. “Okay, you win. No more strip poker,” you huffed as you took your shorts from beside you and began putting them on. 

“No don’t put those on! Okay tell you what, let’s spice things up. Bonus round, loser strips completely bare, and the winner decides what to do with the loser. Deal?” he asked.

“Oh, hell no, Joon. You’re gonna win and then it just isn’t gonna get any better-”

“Don’t be a sore loser, baby,” he teased. 

“What did you just call me?”

“A sore loser.”

“Grab your cards, Joon. We’ll see who’s the sorest loser of them all,” you challenged. 

And in the next round, who won? 

Actually, the both of you did. 

You ended up losing the round ahem sore loser ahaha im jk jk im the sore loser cuz no one laughs at my jokes :,)

And so you stripped bare and guess what Namjoon did? He teased you a whole lot, before lowering you onto your back and taking this chance to explore every inch of your skin aaand the end is self-explanatory wink wink. 

extra

“So who won?” Yoongi asked when Namjoon entered the studio the next day. 

“Can’t you tell? Look at those things on his neck, damn, she did all that?” Jungkook asked, earning a smack from Jin. 

“Shut up, you’re too young to talk about these kind of things.”

“I’m 21!” Jungkook exclaimed. 

“If you guys say another word, I’ll make sure you memorise inappropriate English phrases for your interviews and you won’t even know it,” Namjoon threatened. 

“Aw, someone’s shy-” Tae began. 

“Sex porny star is definitely known as shy in English, Tae,” Joon said smiling sarcastically. 

“I have a bad feeling about that,” Taehyung said skeptically. 

[melkeyway]

Rowvember Day 15: Tenuous

Saints Row, Gwen (Boss), Johnny

On Ao3

Summary: Gwen’s patience was tenuous at best and that wasn’t saying much.

Gwen flopped down on her Mama’s couch with a frustrated sigh. She was tired of this shit. Tired of couch surfing. She couldn’t sleep at any of the crips because there were always people there and there always seemed to be a party. She needed peace and quiet in order to get her beauty sleep. Her patience was wearing thin. She pulled out her cellphone and began to text a very familiar number.

Gwen: Im tired of crashin on my moms couch

Johnny: Not a crib?

Gwen: 2 many ppl

Johnny: Just threaten and kick em out

Gwen rolled her eyes, of course he would suggest that.

Gwen: Good idea. Id have to clean the bed tho

Johnny: And u call me the diva

Gwen: O fuck off

Gwen sighed again and sunk further into the couch. There was a couple of minutes of silence before her phone buzzed again. She didn’t have a chance to check it when her ex-boyfriend turned stepfather, Lucius, fell down on her legs. Lucius and her biological mother had been crashing at her Moms’ place for a while.

“Gweeeeen~!” Lucius groaned dramatically.

“Fuckin’ get off me,” Gwen warned and kicked him once she managed to free one of her legs. Their last meeting hadn’t gone well.

“Fiiine,” he sighed and rolled away onto the empty side of the couch.

Gwen’s patience was wearing thin. In the best of times, her patience was tenuous. What did she ever see in him? What a stupid teenager she was.

“What the fuck do you want? I’m tryin’ to sleep here.”

“Can we cuddle? Maybe a little more?” He asked leaning forward.

“Fuck no,” she answered simply and kicked him away, “Go bug your wife. Get her to suck your dick instead some other guy.” He winced and gave her a hurt look. Good. “I’m warning you once, don’t touch me.”

“She’s out on a date. I wasn’t invited.” God, she wished she didn’t know about their sex life.

“Not my problem. You have two hands, go deal with it yourself.”

“Don’t be mean,” Lucius placed a hand on her knee. Her eyes narrowed. That does it. “Please, for old t---”

She grabbed his hand and slammed it into the coffee table. She grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the table as well. He cried out loudly in pain and held his nose with his free hand.

“I fuckin’ told you to keep your hands to yourself,” she snapped. She took the pistol she had resting on the coffee table and slammed the butt of it into his fingers. He screamed out. “Keep it down, don’t wake up my family. I wouldn’t want to cut off your tongue.” She wrenched his pinky unnaturally. “Looks like you’ll only have use of one hand now.”

“Wh-why?” He whimpered through the pain.

“Cause you didn’t listen. You need to---” she started when her phone began to ring. She answered it without looking at the caller id and put it on speaker.

“Yo, did you fuckin’ fall asleep or something?” Johnny asked as soon as she answered.

“Nah, I’m just breakin’ Lucius fingers here.” She twisted around his next two fingers, “Fucker doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”

“P-please s-stop,” Lucius begged in response.

“Lucius? Ain’t that your ex from Steelport?”

“No, he’s the one that married my mother.” Another finger. More cries. “He had it comin’.”

“Serves the fucker right,” Johnny agreed with a laugh. “So listen, I wanna run somethin’ by you.”

“Yeah, shoot,” Gwen wrenched his thumb.

“Please...Gwen, stop…” Lucius cried.

“Shut the fuck up! Aaand lucky for you, you have no more fingers,” Gwen kicked his side and he fell to the ground.

“You fuckin’ done yet?” Johnny asked impatiently.

“Yeah yeah stop bitchin’.”

“So I’ve been thinkin’. You’re tired of couch surfin’ and I need a place. How ‘bout we go fifty fifty on an apartment?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna be alone after…” He trailed off in a sad voice.

“Mhmm. I get it. You got any places in mind?”

Lucius whimpered on the floor as he slowly got up from the floor in a sitting position. Gwen paid him no mind.

“I got a few places I’m gonna look at tomorrow. You in?”

“Absolutely. I’ll pick you up in the morning?”

“Fuck yeah but I’m drivin’.”

“The fuck you are!”

“We’ll see about that,” and with that he hung up.

“Asshole,” Gwen muttered with a smile and a shake of her head.

“I need to...go to...The hospital,” Lucius cried as he finally stood up.

“Well you better get goin’ then,” Gwen responded. She laid back down on the couch. “And be quiet about it. I’m trying to fuckin’ sleep.”

[fujoshiheaven]

Hulla once more! Maybe a fic where the boys (Nekoma, Karasuno, Fukurodani, Seijoh) have a training camp and they pull pranks at one another???Thank you❤

OMG HIII~

this is some uncharted territory youjust stepped on, fellow fujoshi. I haven’t really had a thought on thatscenario, but I really like it as an idea. I will try and include as many people as I can *pulls outKageyama voice* GANBARIMASU

Karasuno - Aoba Johsai

so you know how these guys are (were)kinda arch rivals right? Well, it seems that our dearest Oikawa-kuncan’t get over the fact that he lost to his meat headed kouhai andhis spitefulness gets the best of him. Of course, Kageyama wouldtotally fall for any prank Oiks and Iwa-chan (no-one knows to thisday how the captain persuaded him to help) played on him:

Kageyama slowly shifts in his futonwhile trying to find what is it that interrupted his peacefulslumber.

In three in the morning.

He quickly jolts awake when he realisesthat his phone was vibrating violently next to him. He doesn’t evenbother looking at the caller ID on the bright screen, not wanting to blind himself.

“Hello?” “Is yourrefrigerator running?” came a quite high pitched voice. Oikawaisn’t very good at masking himself, but considering the stateKageyama was in, he was willing to give it a try.

Training camps are for having fun too,after all.

“Wha-”

At this point Oikawa couldn’t even holdhis giggles that escalated to roaring laughs.

“Then you better go catch it!”

Kageyama was so tired and out of itthat he didn’t even feel insulted or angry that he was woken up by acrappy prank phone call.

Then a loud thud was heard - likesomeone striking his hand on something- and a faint “Be quiet,Shittykawa” sounded through the speaker.

“Oikawa-san!” Kageyamabasically screamed infuriated at the top of his lungs, never feelingso stupid in his entire life.

“Kageyama, shut up!” Daichibellowed and a few groans could be heard all around the laid futons.

Fukurodani - Karasuno - Nekoma

Ok so Bokuto and Kuroo reeeally want toprank Tsukki. However, they never seem to succeed, either becauseYamaguchi warns him like last minute to “don’t go through thatdoor, Tsukki” or “don’t try that dango, Tsukki”, (hefalls for the prank instead) or because that son of a bitch Lev has toruin everything because he has to know “what are you up to,Kuroo-san?”, so Tsukki overhears the words “a prank onTsukki?!”.Plus he’s also like super smart so

Nishinoya is a pRANK MONSTER. A verygood one too.

He always pulls pranks at his seniorsand considers pranking at training camps a tradition he has theobligation to keep alive.

Though he might have realised thathiding all of Asahi’s hair bands was a bad idea when he saw himsilently crying in a corner. He practically threw them at him and ranaway super fast yelling “I’M SORRY, ASAHI-SAN!”

Other small headcanons include:

Suga teasing Daichi with corny pranksbut NEVER letting anyone else prank the captain

Tanaka secretly putting hot sauce inHinata’s bento and having Chibi-chan hum in pleasure because it turnsout he really loves spicy food

Someone from Aoba Johsai throwing afake spider in Oikawa’s face

That certain someone almost gettingpunched in the face by Iwa-chan (and by the coach because Oikawabroke a bench in his attempt to escape)

I like writingheadcanons as little ideas but if you want a proper-sized story, letme know next time!

sorry I made Levannoying… #sorrynotsorry

also sorry I tookso long

Thanks so much for asking!

...aaand I only just saw that you wanted a fic... I’m so sorry I’m awful at this