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i hope marth gteds glue trapped
why do you hate him
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Chairman when he find out the Clave was being mean to his fav SH
This prompt and a discussion I had with @just-add-butter are to blame for this (Apollo-universe) ficlet. Does it work in the timeline? Possibly not. Do I care? Absolutely not!
Three times Chairman Meow almost revealed he wasn't just a housecat and the one time he didn't even try to keep up the act.
One - Magnus POV
Magnus internally rolls his eyes when Blondie opens his mouth to - unsurprisingly - repeat what Biscuit just said, only reworded in a way that's somehow even more insulting than Clarissa's had been. Magnus is almost impressed by it. Or he would be if he could muster up any kind of goodwill for the man. Still, for someone lauded as the best of his time, Jace is painfully predictable. At least in his actions and words if not his fighting. Or, Magnus hopes his fighting style isn't as predictable as everything else about him is - if only to spare Alexander the pain of losing his parabatai to his own stupidity. A small chirp draws his attention away from Jace and Clary's impassioned diatribe detailing why he should help them with their latest mess and toward Chairman Meow. His daemon is sitting on one of the tall beams, his body mostly hidden in the shadows as he looks at him with his bright green eyes. His tail swishes in annoyance, his eyes gliding over to the two shadowhunters only for a decidedly unfeline-like smirk to appear on his lips. Chairman Meow begins his act with a single meow. A soft mewl that is barely audible over Biscuit and Blondie's voices. The sound quickly turns into a wail though, his voice going up and down in the same cadence as Blondie's agitated speaking. Magnus suppresses an amused smile when Chairman Meow pushes the act yet another step further. The wail turns into a sonata when Chairman Meow starts to move around the beams, the sounds echoing around the room and starting to drown out Jace's voice. When Clarissa tries to say something he switches to a higher pitch, something closer to Clarissa's voice and Magnus is forced to hide a laugh behind a cough. "What the fuck's up with that cat!" Blondie grouches after another few minutes of Chairman's caterwauling, lasting a full minute longer than Magnus expected him to. Hearing that same sentence echoed around the room in Chairman Meow's familiar mewling growl is nearly his undoing. Magnus forces the laugh down with an easy smile and a few hasty promises that promise nothing before he's leading Blondie and Biscuit along with their daemons back out of Pandemonium before they realize what's happening. "I don't remember sassy being a trait common to household cats," Magnus teases when Chairman Meow lands on the ground to twine around his legs. "But that was an Oscar-worthy rendition, my little mouse." Chairman Meow gives him another smug grin, the magic under his skin crackling like fire before it disappears again leaving the innocent-looking tabby cat, with the innocent-sounding voice. "Meow."
Two - Max POV
Max doesn't like Mister Panghorn. He doesn't like him from the moment Panghorn arrives, because that's when Panghorn decides to snuff Alec in front of everyone and act like he's better just because he's a Clave Envoy. Minty doesn't like him either. Not even Aloysius and Sunny like him and they like everyone. So it's clearly Mister Panghorn's fault that Max doesn't like him and Max should be allowed to pull a prank on him without getting Alec in trouble. Except Max can't because Mister Panghorn is here with the other Clave Envoys for an "internal audit" to "ensure" Alec is "fit for leadership". "Maybe they should check if they're fit to have runes," Tony had snorted under his breath and while he did get scolded for it by Thornhill, they all gave him a high five for it after practice. Max doesn't like Panghorn. And he certainly doesn't trust Panghorn; None of them do. It's why they all keep an eye on him, why Aloysius keeps "accidentally" bumping into his side because nobody expects Ally to do that on purpose. Why Rara and Steph have had more questions in the past three days that only Alec can answer than they usually have in a week. And why Max has been biting on his tongue and clenching his fists to stop himself from pulling a prank on Panghorn because he deserves to be pranked. Max didn't realize they weren't the only ones keeping an eye on Panghorn. But then he hears Chairman Meow let out a low threatening hiss, his eyes annoyed and angry while glaring straight at Panghorn. He's pacing in the shadows, observing and calculating before his eyes brighten in a way Max is very, very familiar with. Chairman Meow is planning something. Planning a prank. Minty makes an excited noise that Max quickly shushes so nobody notices what they just did. Because that's when Chairman Meow jumps out of the shadows, his eyes still laser-focused on Panghorn. He weaves through the others in the Operation's Room and jumps on the rafts. The rafts where Woodowl and Hardwood are walking with buckets full of ichor-stained water in their hands. Max sees Hardwood place one of the buckets on the passageway, just long enough to dig into his pocket to grab his ringing phone. Just long enough to swipe the bucket and have the entire bucket fall on Panghorn and Panghorn alone. Panghorn can be funny, it appears. Because Max knows he's not the only one who starts laughing when he begins to splutter. "This is an institute Envoy Panghorn," Alec tells him bluntly. "Ichor stains are part of the job." Chairman Meow is purring happily when he jumps back down from the rafters and Max uses the giggling and Panghorn's screaming as a disguise to get faster to him. "Say Chairman," Max asks when the cat bumps his head against his hand to demand scratches. "Are you really a cat?" "Meow?" Max squints his eyes. "I also use that trick you know. It doesn't work on me. But it's okay, I won't tell anyone you're not really a cat."
Three - Catarina POV
Catarina breathes out a frustrated sigh the moment she's behind closed doors. The new pediatric surgeon has been working on her last nerve since he started working at the hospital three months ago. And if he weren't moderately good at his job, she would have filed a complaint already. Plav tweets his agreement from his hiding spot, his blue feathers shimmering when he spreads them mid-dive to land on her shoulder. The rest of the staff had stopped asking about her daemon after a week or two - a month at most. They all accepted her excuses at face value: Her daemon is shy. Her daemon prefers to stay outside and fly around while she's at the hospital. The explanations had sufficed for all but Steven Andrews, who somehow felt owed an introduction to Plav. As much as Catarina loves her job, she wishes it wouldn't come with people like Andrews the way it always seems to. A tingle of magic alerts her to Magnus' arrival and after another quick look at Plav, who turns himself invisible this time around rather than hiding away, Catarina heads over to the dressing room to change out of her scrubs. Of course, Andrews has to be leaving right as she prepares to leave with Magnus. "Nurse Loss," a deceptively pleasant-sounding voice interrupts Magnus' retelling of his and Alec's date the night before. "Oh, I apologize I hadn't noticed you were with a...friend." Magnus notices the particular inflection Andrews uses on the word "friend" as clearly as she does. Catarina wonders whether it's the lack of a daemon by his side - as far as the man can tell, at least -, the being Asian, or the hot-pink streaks in his hair that match his corset-vest. Most likely, it's all three of them. "I don't want to take up too much of your time, Nurse Loss, but would I be able to speak with you privately?" The request would sound more like one if he didn't follow it up with an outstretched arm and a tilt of his head. "I apologize, Doctor Andrews," Catarina says with a tight-lipped smile, "I'm afraid we have a reservation to get to." "It will only be a few short min-ouch Get, that thing off of me!" The yelp draws the attention of the others around them, all turning to see Steven Andrews with a snarling Chairman Meow in his face who just happened to fall out of the tree right then. Catarina has seen that particular trick often enough to not be fooled by it. "Let me help," Magnus cuts in, acting the perfect knight in corseted-armor with the matching innocence of a blushing virgin. "The poor thing fell out of the tree, here - oh that looks like it might need stitches," Magnus tells him apologetically as he innocently lets the "unknown" cat go again. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Andrews. But we really must go now." Seeing the bewildered look on Andrews's scratched-up face shouldn't be as satisfying as it is. Chairman Meow rejoins them as soon as they turn around the corner. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of small-minded, mundane men by myself, you're aware?" Catarina asks him with a pointed look. Chairman gives her his best impression of a guileless, mundane cat when he replies. His head tilted in faked confusion and his eyes wide with feigned innocence. "Meow?"
Plus One - Alec POV
Alec is half-asleep when the front door of the loft swings open and Izzy, Jace, and Clary burst in. "Magnus we need-what the fuck is that?!" Alec opens a bleary eye, wondering what managed to make Jace hit that particular frequency since he hit puberty, only to notice Jace glaring right at Chairman Meow. Or well, Chairman Meow in his slightly larer form. "Is something the matter, Blondie?" Magnus asks as he peeks out of his apothecary. "Need a pair of glasses perhaps, given you can't seem to recognize Chairman Meow." "Uh, Magnus that's not Chairman Meow," Izzy cuts in. Her hand hovers uncertainly by her side, the handle of her whip already in her palm as she keeps a weary eye on Chairman Meow. "Is Alec under there?!" "Wait what- Magnus" "And that's enough out of you three," Magnus warns as the room goes blissfully silent. "Alexander is sleeping as you all can see, so if you don't want to risk angering Chairman Meow by waking your brother from his nap, I'd suggest you keep your noise to a minimum. Now, what did you need?" Alec hears the moment Magnus lifts the muting spell and leads all three of them to his office to discuss whatever it is his siblings need. He hears them murmur among themselves, the sound quickly fading under Chairman Meow's waves and warm fur. Alec softly dozes back into his half-asleep state, buoyed by Chairman's purrs and his warm weight that covers him from head to toe when the door to Magnus' office opens again. He hears a long, thunderous growl when two pairs of footsteps step a bit too close to the couch, a clear threat that is followed by the smell of smoke and fire as Chairman Meow breathes out in their direction. "I believe that's your signal to leave before you risk waking Alexander," Magnus tells them pleasantly, ignoring Jace's startled yelp as he not so subtly kicks them out again. "You know you don't have to protect me from my siblings, right?" Alexander mumbles into the Chairman's fur, unsure which of the two he's speaking to. He doesn't care to figure it out either because Chairman Meow is warm and Magnus' fingers find their way into his hair to brush out the tangles. The last thing he hears is a deceptively, innocent-sounding chirp that Chairman shouldn't be able to do given his size. "Meow."
#Foodsies writes#foodsies rambles#just so we're clear#the slightly bigger size as Alec calls it#is bigger than him by at least a foot or two
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Potential new Disney au , Western Disney Character Descriptions :
Biased on this deviant art western au by daKisha - Hobbyist, General Artist | DeviantArt who is sadly no longer doing this au.
Lampwick is a little varmint who spends way too much time annoying the horses but he’s a good kid. He makes friends easily and he lives with his single mom, ex-saloon gal Carina, his grandma, and his little sister.
Tiger Lily is the Chief's daughter and member of the native band that trades with the town. She’s adventurous and plays a lot with Peter and his friends. She’s not scared of the crabby rancher Hook. She also might be getting a crush on Lampwick.
Alexander is the son of a farmer and he is really smart! He gets the best grades in the school house. He wants to get into something more interesting though and his friend lampwick sure is interesting! So what if they get into trouble if they always get out again?
Eilonwy is the daughter of a farmhand for landowner Adam and now that he’s gone, she’s got the tall order of taking over his work. Fortunately she’s up to the task. She likes to say hi to Alexander when he walks by to school though!
Alice is a student at the local school house. Her school teacher is Miss Jane Porter. She is one of the few children who lives in town. Most of the other students live on homesteads outside of town.
Pinocchio has lived at the Lost Boys Orphanage most of his life, but recently he was adopted by Geppetto. The carpenter has always wanted a son but he never married. Pinocchio wants to be a good son to Geppetto. He doesn't want to go back to the orphanage. But little Pinocchio is always giving to peer pressure and getting into trouble. Minor Characters Peter Pan is an orphan from the Lost Boys Home . He wants to be a cowboy and a gunslinger with a fast horse when he grows up. He works for Belle's father, Maurice, at the smithy stable after school. Peter is trying to save up to buy his own horse. When he's not working at the stable and playing pranks, he can be found talking to Sheriff Hercules about his latest gun slinging adventures.
As an Arabian, Tinkerbell might be one of the most exotic horses in Maurice's Livery Stables, but she has been impossible to sell because of her feisty, stubborn nature and short temper. Peter Pan sees her potential as a great horse and has been trying to bond with her. He hopes that by working for Maurice after school, he can eventually earn enough money to buy her.
Townspeople
As a orphan kid in the city, Hercules was always picked on and bullied. So he ran away from home at a young age to become a cowboy. He never did get the hang of roping cattle, but he found his calling when he meet retired Lone Star Ranger, Phil. Rumor has it his real father is the governor of Texas, and he secretly paid for Hercules's law education. Now, Hercules is the Sheriff of a small town in the Dakotas. He regularly gets offers to work in big cities, but he prefers the quiet life.
Maurice is a blacksmith and runs the smithy stable in town. His daughter, Belle, runs the town's small newspaper. He worries about her courting ranch-owner, Adam, who is known for his 'beast" like temper. He recently hired Peter Pan from the Lost Boys Orphanage. The boy has been a great help around the place in Maurice's older age and he enjoys the young man's company.
Adam is a large landowner who is known as the Beast because of his horrible scars that he keeps hidden under his gloves and high collars. He also is not the most pleasant person to be around. And who can blame him, after years of taunting and torment by the townspeople, he's grown a thick skin. However, Adam is respected and well like by his ranch hands and workers, the few people who have seen the real side of the so called Beast.
Miss Jane Porter is the teacher at the local school house. She came out West with her father years ago to explore the new land and it's creatures and Native peoples.
Snow White runs the boarding house in town along with her husband, Florian. Her apple pies are famous throughout the territory. Many miners and railroad workers stay there for extended periods of time, including a troupe of "little people" miners that Snow's grown rather fond of.
Aurora works in the dress shop with her Great-Aunt Flora. Her Great-Aunt Fauna loves to cook and owns Fauna's Cafe, the only other place to eat in town besides the saloon. Great-Aunt Merryweather goes back and forth between the two shops, helping out her sisters. Phillip, a cowboy and ranch hand for landowner, Adam (Beast), is sweet on Aurora and calls her Rose. They've gone dancing a few times but they are in no hurry to start courting. Not yet.
Belle runs the town's small newspaper that is published once a week. Once every two weeks if things are going slow. Her father is the town blacksmith. She tried to do an expose piece on Adam, a huge landowner with a mean attitude that the town's people nicknamed The Beast, only to discover that secretly he is a very gentle soul who has a bad temper. He gave her the rose cameo she is wearing. The town can't stop gossiping about the two of them courting.
#disney descendants#lampwick#pinocchio 1940#disney pinocchio#peter pan#pinocchio#disney peter pan#peter pan 1953#tiger lily#tiger lily x lampwick#alexander#disney alice#alice x pinocchio#alice in wonderland#princess eilonwy#alexander x eilonwy
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Keep the Safeties ON: Holodeck malfunctions in Star Trek
By Ames
TVTropes.org would have you believe that holodeck accidents happen once a week on the Enterprise, but when you actually look at the instances we see Holmesian masterminds gaining sentience or the safeties randomly turning off or cartoon combadges going on a rampage, it’s actually quite the rarity. Sure, it’s more times than maybe the characters should be comfortable with, but the fatality rate might actually be safer than the death trap of a transporter, all things considered.
A Star to Steer Her By is counting up all the times our Trek heroes have nearly gotten themselves killed in the holodeck in this full (for now) list! Check them all out below and listen to our conversation in this week’s podcast episode (discussion at 1:07:46). And this should go without saying, but keep the safeties on!
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“The Practical Joker”
The very very first time we see something akin to a holodeck in the whole franchise is also the very very first time we see the holodeck trying to get everyone killed. And laughing as it does so! In this (barely) animated episode, the ship is playing pranks on everyone and really takes it too far for the people enjoying some recreation time!
“The Big Goodbye”
Picard has some bad luck with the holodeck in a couple early episodes of TNG, starting with his snazzy new Dixon Hill program that he immediately gets trapped in. The fact that there are safeties that aren’t permanent features of the holodeck is baffling. While only Whalen gets injured as a result, we are still treated to the existential crisis of Officer McNary who learns he’s not real.
“Elementary, Dear Data”
Apparently if you just ask the computer to create a sentient program, it’ll just do it for you, easy peasy. The DS9 holoprogrammer Felix must’ve gotten this into his head when he created Vic. But the first fully self-aware hologram (not counting McNary, briefly) we meet is Professor Moriarty, who immediately starts outsmarting people and stuffing them with crumpets. You get a Pulaski pic here just because of how pissed I am she’s not in the latest ReAction Figures set. #Feminism
“A Fistful of Datas”
Yeehaw. I blame Alexander for this one. This season six episode of TNG was a sendup of Western films but was otherwise not much else. The holodeck is on the fritz again and has merged with some of Data’s programming, also trapping Worf and Alexander in a frontier town. Overall, there was way too much child acting and somehow not nearly enough Data for an episode with this title.
“Ship in a Bottle”
This episode is quite notorious in how very clever it is, which is pretty appropriate considering it features one of our cleverest villains in Trek. Moriarty has created himself a love interest, the countess Regina Bartholomew, out of literal thin air and proceeds to outwit Picard and crew in more and more ingenious ways until the final twist that is just too smart for its own good. And you get a Countess picture here also because #Feminism!
“Emergence”
Ugh, I remember really not liking this one. The ship is trying to create an intelligence and the holodeck is on the fritz again. Didn’t we already do this with Moriarty? And in much better fashion at that? The way the holodeck starts manifesting clues about building the foundation of something, assembling the puzzle, and putting together the pieces was just all too on the nose and doofy for me.
“Our Man Bashir”
We don’t see a lot of holodeck malfunctions on DS9 because the writers were instructed to avoid it… with one excellent exception. This hallmark episode is half transporter accident (like we talked about before!) and half holodeck malfunction, but it’s got the same ingenuity that something like “Ship in a Bottle” had in solving the incident in the show and also in combining two famous tropes to get around the moratorium.
“Heroes And Demons”
When we make it into Voyager, the kibosh on holodeck malfunctions is lifted and we see a huge resurgence in accidents in the famous fun box. (That just sounds wrong.) Very early on, we lose Ensign Kim in the Beowulf program because of some alien energy beings that were unknowingly getting beamed aboard. This one stands out because of some great acting from Picardo and some great period design to bring us into the epic quest.
“Projections”
Another doctor-in-the-holodeck example occurs the following season and again relies on the EMH’s nature as a hologram himself to work out what turns out to be a hologrid on the fritz. We’re treated to an episode that is composed of twists, twists, and more twists. Possibly too many twists, but how can you go wrong when it’s all EMH and Barclay debating if you’re really Dr. Zimmerman or if that’s just a malfunction?
“Worst Case Scenario”
Of course, sometimes the holodeck tries to kill you on purpose because someone programmed it to. The fact that that is possible is absolutely ludicrous, but does supply us with this genuinely fun romp of an episode in which Seska has sabotaged the holodeck to kill anyone that tries to play Tuvok’s Maquis strategy game, and things just get more wild from there!
“Bride of Chaotica”
Speaking of fun romps! Another of our favorite holodeck episodes in Trek is just a full sendup of 50s sci fi adventure gimmicks when we need to play “The Adventures of Captain Proton” in order to save some aliens who are convinced the game is reality. It’s a concept so ludicrous that it totally works, especially with the delightfully hamming of Kate Mulgrew as Queen Arachnia.
“Spirit Folk”
While we generally panned the whole “Fair Haven” holoprogram since it’s an uninteresting setting and also because it’s confounding that Janeway would have such a debate on the subject of romance, when the program starts malfunctioning it gets pretty engaging. Watching what the NPCs do when the game isn’t focused on them is pretty clever, though the execution could have been better.
“Su’Kal”
Discovery season three did something interesting with the holodeck when we meet Su’Kal in the eponymous episode. The holodeck that has effectively raised him from childhood is glitching out more and more due to the radiation of the planet, so our Discovery crewmembers get mistaken for characters in the program and are makeup’ed accordingly. Any opportunity we get to see Doug Jones’s lovely face is a good time, I say!
“Terminal Provocations” et al
By and large, fans of Lower Decks love Badgey, and I don’t blame them. Rutherford’s counterfeit Clippit is bright, colorful, hilarious and perfectly portrayed by Jack McBrayer. Even though the whole episode is a spoof on how even the most innocuous program tends to turn malicious in Star Trek, it’s still quite funny and Badgey makes for a very cute little psychopath.
“Ghost in the Machine”
I could praise Prodigy until I’m hoarse (hell, we did a little of that when we gave our overview of season one), but the holodeck malfunction episode in this CGI kids show turns out to be one of the most creative and dynamic uses yet! The computer creates a mystery for our ragtag crew to solve, but as Zero says, “the holodeck may have more than a malfunction; it has a motive!”
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Computer, end program! Make sure you have all your belongings and limbs as you exit the holodeck via the platform on your left, and thank you for riding with us today! Considering I always assumed there were way more holo malfunction episodes than these ones I could think of (am I missing a bunch? what happened?), there seems to be more good ones than bad, so maybe we got just the right amount.
Keep up with us because we’ve definitely got more fun in the holodeck as we continue through our watch of Voyager on SoundCloud or wherever you find your podcasts. You can also visit Sandrine’s with us on Facebook and Twitter, and be careful what you ask the computer for: it might just give it to you.
#star trek#star trek podcast#podcast#holodeck#holodeck malfunction#the animated series#the next generation#deep space nine#voyager#discovery#lower decks#prodigy#the practical joker#the big goodbye#elementary dear data#a fistful of datas#ship in a bottle#emergence#our man bashir#heroes and demons#projections#worst case scenario#bride of chaotica#spirit folk#su'kal#terminal provocations#ghost in the machine#badgey#moriarty#feminism
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Been thinking about how Hunter has stonesleeper lungs so maybe he’d turn to stone when he was sleeping and how funny that would be. (My attempted dialogue is a mess so maybe just skip this post. I don’t know how people work.) (I’m going to choose to believe that Hunter wasn’t actually unconscious in Hunting Palismen.)
Hunter: *sleeping in his crib*
One of Hunter’s caretakers (I’ve decided that he had four and that they all were reassigned to various areas once he turned 5 because Belos didn’t want there to be people attached to his nephew (they’re all dead now)): Is he dead? Is he petrified? Did Belos do this? No, Belos asked us to babysit him. Do babies usually do this? ARE WE GOING TO GET FIRED?
Other witch: Alexander, get a grip. Belos wouldn’t do that. And no, children don’t do that. He probably just got into a potions cabi...OH MY GOD HE GOT INTO A POTIONS CABINET WE ARE SO FIRED BELOS IS GOING TO KILL US!
Another witch, pointing at Hunter: Um...guys? I think he’s breathing. That’s good, right?
Alexander: Do petrified statues breathe? I don’t spend much time around them but do they? I should check that out. Be back soon! *runs out room*
Other witch: ...And he’s gone. Maia, you were in the potions track, right? You can fix this!
Maia: Storm, I changed tracks in 4th grade. I don’t know how to fix this. That kind of potion would be hard to make though. Like Head of the Potions Coven hard.
Storm: We’re fired. We’re so fired. How do we explain this? No one knows that he exists! Dear titan I never started on my will and I won’t get a chance to finish it and now my comic collection won’t get the respect it dese-
Hunter: *wakes up and yawns*
Alexander, dragging a statue: I’m back! I looked at the statue but couldn’t tell if it was breathing and wanted you guys to check it out.
Maia and Storm: *Staring at Hunter with wide eyes*
Alexander: I’m going to have to drag this all the way back, aren’t I?
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*Timeskip to when Hunter is 8 and is now unofficially part of the coven but people know he’s protected by Belos*
Hunter: *sleeping on the pedestal of a freshly petrified statue (he sleeps in weird places)*
Patrolling scout: *notices him*
Patrolling scout: Hmm. *Looks at statue and sees Hunter*
Patrolling scout: Crap. Guys? GUYS? I THINK WE ACCIDENTALLY PETRIFIED BLONDIE (he gets a nickname because I said so) WITH THAT WILD WITCH! CAN WE UNPETRIFY PEOPLE?
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(The coven quickly realizes that he’s great for pranks.)
Coven scouts: *Swapping a bard coven statue with a sleeping Hunter*
Group of bards (one bard speaking): I didn’t know that they were getting this statue replaced. I’m glad they did though. That other one was ugly.
Hunter: *wakes up*
Bard: HOLY FUCK IT’S ALIVE!
Other bard: Is that a child?
(Hunter learned a new word that day.)
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It also becomes a thing that when a coven scout is acting too high and mighty, the coven will have them watch over a sleeping Hunter.
Coven scout: We have a test to see if you’re actually good at being a scout. Don’t take your eyes off this statue. It’s very dangerous. If it gets out of your sight, it could destroy the entire Isles. If you fail, you might have to redo the tests.
High and Mighty: Pfft. Dude, it’s just a statue. What’s the worst it could do?
*Timeskip to a couple hours later*
High and Mighty: *Takes his eyes off Hunter to watch the latest disaster*
Hunter: *Wakes up and leaves*
High and Mighty: *turns back towards Hunter*
High and Mighty: *instant panic mode*
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Hunter is able to sleep standing up (because he’s really sleep deprived) and with his eyes open (coven training and being a Grimwalker). He knows that he’s able to sleep with his eyes open (he doesn’t really need to since he wears a mask) because someone once told him. No one ever tells him about the stone thing though. He takes advantage of this ability to sleep during coven meetings, since everyone always tries to talk over him and ignore him, and because he really doesn’t want to deal with Terra. Unfortunately, everyone knows that he’s sleeping.
Hunter: *falls asleep*
Terra: Did he fall asleep again? *Summons vines to wake him up*
Every other coven head: *Trying to protect Hunter from Terra*
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Maybe TNR at Christmas?
Ummm yes ! Thomas gets bullied too much in this drabble, but its cute...
“Your father throws too many parties, angel,” Thomas grumbled.
You scoffed. “You’re preaching to the choir, Thomas. But don’t worry, this one is just family and friends.”
“Somehow that sounds worse.”
“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Y’know I love your family,” he leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead to appease you, “but I’m not sure your family loves me.”
“That’s nonsense.” You paused. “Well, Alex may hold some animosity.”
“That’s not who I’m afraid of,” Thomas mumbled under his breath.
“Hm?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he said, grabbing the patterned Christmas tie from the counter and held it up to you. “Help me put my tie on?”
You rolled your eyes but took the tie from him anyway. “We both know you don’t need my help tying your tie. You’re a grown man, and I know you’ve been wearing ties all your life.”
“You caught me,” he placed his hands on your hips and gently leaned you against the counter while you worked on his tie. “I just like making excuses to be close to you.”
You did your best to suppress your smile, but Thomas saw right through you. “You like the tie, though?”
He glanced down at the bright tie patterned with colorful presents and Christmas lights. It was only for a second, but you saw his small grimace before he replaced it with a tie.
“...you don’t like it, do you?” You asked.
Thomas’s mouth parted slightly and he quickly shook his head. “What? No! Angel, of course I love it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You said all the men in your family wear Christmas ties to this party?” He asked for clarification.
You nodded. “It’s tradition. You’re really going to impress them. And look,” you reached down and pressed a button on the back of his tie and the little lights began to blink red and green, “it lights up!”
“That’s... fantastic.”
Thomas tried a few more times to convince you to just stay in for the night, and you had to admit, the offer was incredibly tempting. But after a little more whining from Thomas, you got him in a cab and to your father’s place on Park Ave.
“Stop being so nervous,” you told Thomas as you rang the doorbell.
“I can’t help it, I--”
The door swung open and you were swept out of the cold and into the lavish family room. Thomas pasted on his most charismatic smile and followed you in, shrugging off his jacket.
“Oh darling, I’m glad you made it,” exclaimed a short, round woman Thomas recognized as Martha Washington.
When she finally released you from her bone crushing hug, she turned to Thomas with a warm smile. “It’s good to have you here as well, Thomas. Our Y/n’s been telling us so much about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” Thomas laughed.
“Of course. Alexander was able to even it out with only bad things to say,” Martha giggled, shooting Thomas a teasing look.
“Why is that so easy to believe?” Thomas groaned.
“Ah, there’s my girl!”
George got up from his chair to greet you, pulling you into a warm embrace. A few other members of the family got onto their feet to greet the two of you as well. When George was done hugging you, he turned to Thomas and shook his hand.
“It’s nice to see you, Jefferson,” George said cordially. His eyes landed on Thomas’s tie and his jaw dropped before curving up into a small smile. “Why, that’s quite the tie you’ve got on.”
“Yes, Y/n told me--” he stopped when he caught sight of the other men’s ties. Solid red, solid green, the most colorful ties might’ve had a stripe here or there, but they were nothing like the festive extravaganza Thomas had wrapped around his neck.
Thomas looked from the plain red tie your father wore, down to his own tie, then over to you with wide eyes. You had to bring a hand over your mouth to cover your smile, but your eyes still glowed mischievously.
George, Martha, and other relatives, including Alex and Lafayette, waited expectantly to see what Thomas would say next.
He glanced over at you one more time before sighing in defeat.
“It lights up,” he said, clicking the button on the tie.
To their credit, George and Martha tried to smile politely. Alexander and Lafayette on the other hand did not share the same manners.
“It lights up!” Alexander snickered, nudging Lafayette a little who joined in on the laughter. Martha shot the two of them a sharp look, and they attempted (but failed) to contain their laughter.
Thomas turned to you with a smile, but his eyes looked menacing, and you knew you weren’t going to get out of this one. You returned a tight lipped smile.
“I’m going to go find Eliza,” you said, quickly slipping out of his grasp.
Thomas would have followed after you, but George quickly wrapped an arm around his shoulder and led him over to the kitchen.
“Thomas, you’ll have to forgive me for bringing work to the party, but I had a quick question for you about your latest case,” George said.
“George, don’t bother him!” Martha scolded. “I’m sure it can wait until Monday.”
“I promise it will only take a minute,” George smiled, closing the kitchen door behind them.
When the door was closed, George turned on Thomas, his smile slipping from his face. Thomas swallowed roughly at the quick change in demeanor and he felt himself begin to sweat.
“How have you been, Thomas?” George asked, moving over to the oven to pull a large roast out.
“Good. I’ve been good, sir. How have you been?” Thomas replied stiffly.
“I’ve been well, thank you for asking.” George’s back was turned on Thomas, but Thomas could hear the steel in his voice. “Thomas, are you aware, that before I entered the private sector, I was a general in the United States Armed Forces?”
Thomas tugged at the ends of his sleeves nervously. “Yes, sir. Y/n mentioned it once or twice.”
“Good, good,” George nodded. With his hands in polka dotted oven mitts, he seemed a little less threatening, but George then shed the mitts and pulled a large knife out. Thomas nearly flinched.
“I just thought you should know,” George continued, “that should anything ever happen to my daughter, I have the means and resources to make you... disappear. And I may or may not have some friends in high places that would be willing to look the other way.”
Thomas’s eyes and mouth were opened wide. “Sir, with all due respect, that seems, at least, just a little bit, illegal.”
George chuckled as he sliced into the roast, but the laughter was humorlessly. “It does, doesn’t it? So it’s a good thing this conversation never happened. Right, Thomas?”
“Right, sir.” Thomas hoped George couldn’t tell how terrified he was.
“I’ve enjoyed this conversation, Thomas. Now go back out there and tell my daughter that we just had a lovely bonding experience,” George instructed.
“Yes, sir.”
Thomas left the kitchen as quickly as humanly possible. Meanwhile, over by the 10 foot Christmas tree, you had found Eliza.
“I’m telling you, Y/n, that boy loves you. I can’t believe he was willing to wear that hideous tie for you,” Eliza giggled.
You couldn’t help but laugh yourself. “He was trying so hard to pretend like he liked it, too. I almost feel bad, but I’m sure he’s scheming how to get me back for this already.”
“There you are, angel.” Thomas appeared at your side and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “It’s good to see you, Eliza,” he gave her a polite nod.
“You as well, Thomas. I should probably make sure Alex isn’t getting into trouble. I’ll see you around, Y/n.” Eliza got up to leave, but glanced back once more. “Oh, nice tie, Thomas.”
Thomas glowered down at his tie, then looked back up to you. “We should talk.”
“Is this about the tie?” You asked. “It was just a harmless prank, Thomas.”
“No, no, we’ll discuss that later, I just--” he glanced at your younger cousins playing a few feet away and pulled you up out of the chair and over to a more private alcove. “Angel, I think your dad is trying to kill me.”
You cocked your head to the side and stared at him in confusion. “Thomas, what are you talking about?”
“He lead me into the kitchen and basically told me that he had the means to kill me should the occasion arise,” Thomas kept his voice low.
“That doesn’t sound like my dad.” You shook your head. “I can’t hear him saying that.”
“But he did!”
Your eyes traveled over to where George was now wearing a Santa hat and bouncing one of Lafayette’s toddlers on his knee.
“You’re telling me that sweet old man over there threatened to kill you?” You asked in disbelief.
Thomas followed your gaze and frowned when he saw George laughing merrily while he played with the child. “When you put it like that, I sound ridiculous.”
“You are ridiculous. Just enjoy the party, you don’t need to be so paranoid.” You shook your head grinning, reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
“Angel, I swear he--”
“Thomas, shh,” you hushed him and nodded upward, “look, mistletoe.”
Sure enough, above your heads was a little green spring of mistletoe. You pulled Thomas closer and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and you finally felt him begin to relax.
You pulled away and smiled. “Merry Christmas, Thomas.”
#tnr#Times New Roman#Christmas#mistletoe#thomas jefferson#thomas jefferson imagine#thomas jefferson x reader#i actually really like this one#the washingtons are so mean to him#but they're a cute little family#thats all#request are open !!#Kitty's drabbles
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1. What is something you would never do to your body? Plastic surgery, unless it was for reconstructive purposes.
2. What is your favorite pizza topping? Feta and ricotta cheese, garlic, spinach, and crumbled meatballs.
3. How are you planning to decorate your house for Halloween? Aw, it’s been a few years since I’ve decorated for Halloween...I want to this year. With as crazy and messed up 2020 has and continues to be, I need something that brings me a little joy and normalcy.
4. Speaking of which, will you be staying home giving out candy? I don’t know if that’ll be a thing this year. Not that I ever do that anyway, ha. My mom likes to, though.
5. Have you ever had dandruff? Yeah.
6. Tell us about your latest ex? Why are surveys so interested in exes? They’re exes. Over. Done.
7. How do you look up new music? Spotify.
8. Would you be in a porn magazine for $6,592.78? I wouldn’t for any amount. I am curious how you came up with that amount, though.
9. What are you doing besides this? Listening to an ASMR video.
10. Think of the person you fell hardest for. how many people has he/she been in love with, besides you? I don’t know.
11. What’s your favorite sea creature? Otters and sea lions are cute.
12. Have you ever been inside a castle? No.
13. Do you have dimples? Nope.
14. Do you know anyone named Alex? Are they male or female? Alexander Skarsgard. ;)
15. Where were you when you got your first period? In the hospital. I had just had surgery a few days prior.
16. Do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? Yeah, I don’t share drinks with anyone. I don’t eat off other people’s food/utensil or let them do that to mine either.
17. Did you pull a senior prank? Nooo.
18. Have you ever been unfaithful in a serious relationship? No.
19. Do you ever just feel like you need to be alone for some reason? I always need some alone time.
20. Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? How did it affect your life? I have insomnia.
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littera scripta manet
My apologies for the angst, but how about some post-war Laurens nostalgia perhaps?
Littera Scripta Manet - Part 1
They met for lunch in the hot August sun, as they did every year. The breeze blew sluggish and non-committal through the streets of Philadelphia, rustling the quills being sold in the marketplace, making the ivy leaves bat like eyelashes over red brick walls, and putting a flutter in the pages of the menu Peter Stephen du Ponceau was reading. Across the table from him, Alexander Hamilton was finishing a lengthy tale of the intrigues of his latest court case, with much hand-gesturing and adjectives, as he was liable to do.
“-and so I told the sorry fellow that he was acquitted, and he shook my hand so profusely I thought it might very well detach, and I believe he’s moved to the country to start anew as of this week.” He took a sip of wine from a crystal glass, swirling the drink around a few times before setting it down once more. “You’re reading the menu upside-down, you know.”
“I am?” du Ponceau squinted at the menu in surprise. “Indeed I am,” he agreed upon closer inspection, shaking his head. “And here I was, all excited to try out all these unpronounceable exotic dishes!”
“Ah, it’s alright,” Hamilton waved any embarrassment away, as well as a fly that had settled on the table. “It’s a day to be distracted, I’m afraid,” he said softly.
“Indeed it is,” said du Ponceau. They met for lunch under this same hot sun every year, a sort of memorial for a particular death that had occurred so long ago now. And yes, perhaps they could have held such a vigil alone, or even with family, but it felt somewhat comforting to remember Laurens in the company of someone who had known him as well as they had. “You know,” said du Ponceau, “I came across a box of old letters a few days ago. Translations for the Baron, army correspondence, I’m certain you remember the like,” he shifted to retrieve his bookbag, “But I thought I might bring it today if you’d like to see it.”
Du Ponceau, while he frequently forgot his keys and his hair-ribbons and the location of his books, was proficient at remembering stories, especially those of their time in the War of Independence. It was a proficiency that Hamilton did not always exercise of his own accord.
Hamilton nodded, and du Ponceau offered him a look at the papers.
“Gracious,” said du Ponceau, “I do believe I remember writing this one. I had been drinking with Walker and North the night before, and woke up with such a dull headache that I was in no mood to write!” Indeed, the handwriting sloped carelessly off to one side. Hamilton smiled in spite of himself.
“Do you recall writing this one?” he asked.
“Was that the one that the Baron had drafted with so many swear-words that we were up half the night censoring the damn thing?” du Ponceau offered.
“I believe it was!” laughed Hamilton.
“Do you still have the prank-letter to General Lee?” du Ponceau inquired. “That particular piece acquired legendary status at Headquarters even before I arrived.”
“I do,” said Hamilton, “It’s in the attic somewhere, I believe. How about this one?” He slid a letter closer to his side of the table, intrigued by familiar handwriting.
“That was from before I arrived as well,” said du Ponceau. “It looks to be… perhaps a report on a new encampment after the army moved?”
“It is indeed,” Hamilton muttered, suddenly pensive. He had recognized the writing with a start - the ‘d’s curving back across words, the ‘c’s dipping into the line spacing - and it was all too familiar to see on this day especially. “I wrote it with Laurens,” he said.
Du Ponceau fell silent out of what seemed like courtesy, but Hamilton didn’t particularly mind, as it left the memories a little room to exist in peace and quiet. They were memories of cold hands and hot tea and talking long past the rise of the moon into the sky. He remembered feeling altogether too comfortable with Laurens around, even before they knew each other well, and to be perfectly honest, he missed the feeling.
“It’s odd,” du Ponceau muttered, his eyes still on the paper, “How our words get left behind even when we are gone.”
“He deserved more than troop movements and army business,” Hamilton shook his head, “We should have the pompously grand speeches he made when he was drunk, and the witty replies he made to Meade and Tilghman-”
“And the fast paced tirades on natural sciences that none of us could understand?” du Ponceau suggested.
“Yes absolutely, we ought to have those as well,” said Hamilton.
“Well,” said du Ponceau, “We have those, you know. In our memories, that is. I suppose we ought to count ourselves lucky to have something the rest of the world has not.”
“All the same,” said Hamilton, “I hope he’ll be remembered for more glorious deeds than the writings of an aide-de-camp.” He took another sip of wine, and then gave the waiter a small wave. “So,” he said, and du Ponceau supposed the brief moment with his guard down was over, “Which of these exotic, unreadable dishes do you wish to try out today?”
#History and Writing#Time for a Ficlet#Alexander Hamilton#John Laurens#Pierre du Ponceau#Yes... the prank letter to Lee is the one from that other ficlet :")#This is LATE and I have NO excuse#To be completely wildly honest I got myself all ready to write.... aaaand then spent a week overthinking about a boy#I'm such a Fool my apologies
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This is the Coda that Never Ends... Part 9
(read on AO3) (read from the start)
Ringing the small metal bell on the desk at the gallery where Clary’s exhibit was held the night before, Magnus waits patiently for someone to emerge from a back room after a slight clunking noise and a call of “sorry, I’ll be right there!”. He looks around, taking the time to glance at the flyers for future shows, events around the city, and art hanging up on the walls or placed strategically around the large, open space in the front reception area. There’s no shortage of talent in this world, he marvels. Even mundanes, taking the most average daily events, can create something truly breathtaking. He’s always tried not to allow his view of art - and artists - to be too heavily influenced by the legendary greats he had the fortune (and occasionally misfortune) of meeting throughout his years. After all, who is to say that the abstract cell phone re-imagining in the corner won’t be the next Van Gough?
“Sir? Sorry for the wait, is there something I can help you with?” A slightly frazzled voice shakes him from his thoughts, drawing his attention away from the painting and back towards the desk.
Magnus spins around to see a young lady with short black hair spiked up very similarly to his own, and they share a small smile. “Yes, I called earlier and spoke with someone over the phone about purchasing all of Clary Fairchild’s artwork from the exhibition last night.”
The young girl looks surprised. “Oh! Yes, that was me, I just--” she shakes her head a little. “Sorry, I kinda wrote you off as a prank call. Not that Clary’s work isn’t wonderful , but we almost never sell more than a piece or two from each person at those shows.”
“It’s fine, no need to apologize Miss...” Magnus trails off, waiting expectantly.
“Sullivan,” the girl provides.
“Miss Sullivan. They are all for sale, correct?”
The girl nods again. “Yep! Oh man, Clary’s going to be thrilled when I tell her later. She’s always going on about how they’re all so important to her, but she can’t explain why, and she never thought anyone else would connect with them. But it never stopped her, which I always really admired.”
“She has a remarkable talent. And you can tell her that she’s wrong about that fear - there are plenty of people who connect with her work.” Magnus knows he shouldn’t be saying anything but he can’t help it. The idea of Clary feeling isolated in the memories fighting to come through, when there were so many people who love her and miss her and would do anything for her…
“Would you like to leave her a message? We can leave the purchase anonymous, or she can know who you are - sometimes people want to meet up later, and discuss the work? It’s up to you.” The girl shuffles some papers around, turning to the computer as she speaks to pull up a few files, type a few things, and start to print something off while she talks to him.
“Anonymous.” Magnus tells her, perhaps a bit too quickly because she looks up at him with a questioning glance. She doesn’t ask why, and whether that’s because she doesn’t want to or knows she isn’t allowed to, he’s thankful for it just the same. “I would like to leave a message, also anonymously, if that’s alright?” He adds.
“Sure,” the girl agrees, grabbing the paper from the printer. “Alright, so here’s the total, I can do cash or card, but we’ve bounced enough checks that those aren’t accepted anymore.”
Magnus reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a rectangular plastic card, handing it over without hesitation before even looking at the price on the sheet. The girl also pushes over a notepad before turning back to the computer system. “You can write your note while this processes. Will you be picking up the pieces yourself, or do you want them delivered?”
“I can pick them up.” Magnus reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone, pulling up a number he’s affectionately saved as ‘Samson’ because he knows how much it annoys Simon.
M: Are you and your van free? I’ve just acquired us some very valuable art S: ...I don’t think we really have time for redecorating right now, Magnus. Magnus shakes his head, rolling his eyes.
M: It’s Clary’s, Simon. I just bought everything from her exhibition. I need help getting it back to the Institute, as I can’t exactly portal it out of here. S: Oh. Yeah, sure, I’ll be there in 20.
Mangus pockets the phone again and turns back to the paper on the desk in front of him. He considers it at great length, putting the pen down to the pad, starting to write a word or two, and then ripping that page off and starting again. He goes through three sheets before he’s satisfied, just as the young woman returns with his card.
“Here’s the note for Clary. Again, I would appreciate it if she didn’t know who purchased any of this.” He knows he’s only drawing more attention to it by mentioning it again, but he’d rather the woman think he’s shady than have her go off telling Clary anyway, especially since it sounds like the two of them are friends.
The girl takes the paper, reads the note, and smiles.
It says, in beautifully looping script, “Clary - You possess remarkable talent. Never doubt your vision.”
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Simon arrives 20 minutes later, as promised, with his van which is currently spraypainted entirely black. This, somehow, looks even more questionable than when it held the name and images of his latest band.
“In-between band names again?” Magnus questions, thinking that this is exactly the sort of van the police would pull over just to make sure the back isn’t full of puppies and candy to lure small children away. That, or surveillance tech.
“Yeah, something like that.” Simon doesn’t have the heart to admit that he tried to hire another artist to do some work on it, but the end result felt so wrong to see there in place of Clary’s usual designs that he painted over it the next day. “Izzy said she doesn’t want them at the Institute, though. Too many prying eyes there. But if you can keep them at the Loft and just make sure the wards will let us in to look at them when you’re back in Alicante, she’d owe you one.”
Magnus sighs. Adjusting the wards wouldn’t be an issue but he was hoping to keep himself a little more removed from all of this. Certainly more removed than keeping some of the biggest evidence of Clary’s memories returning within the walls of his own home.
“Fine,” he agrees reluctantly. There is security at the Institute, and it’d be unlikely more than a trip or two to the room they’d stash these in wouldn’t set off a dozen red flags, especially if he and Alec remain involved. They load up the van as carefully as they can, and Magnus opens a portal from the inside of the van to the Loft to save them the hassle of stairs.
While Simon props up the paintings and sculptures around the living room Magnus goes about adjusting the wards, reaching his magic out to allow for certain energy signatures to come and go at will. Alexander’s, of course, was already there, as was Isabelle’s. He adds Simon and Jace before closing the connection again.
“The wards are all set,” Magnus announces. “This is the last of the art,” Simon declares a moment later, propping a painting up against a wall. “Will you still be here later?”
Magnus wants to be, but a part of him knows that he’s already too close to this as it is. Alexander wanted them to hold as much plausible deniability as possible, and here he was purchasing Clary’s artwork and hoarding it in his apartment like stolen goods, away from prying eyes.
“Probably not, unless you need me for something. I have some work to tend to in Alicante.” At least he isn’t lying. There’s never a shortage of things for him to do there, in the world still adjusting to the acceptance of Warlocks and Downworlders within its borders. Dispelling centuries of misconceptions and prejudices isn’t an easy task, after all.
“We’ll call if we do,” Simon promises before heading back out to his van.
Magnus figures he has about 30 minutes to himself before he needs to be back and before he runs the risk of Simon getting back to the others and one of them deciding they want to come have a look immediately. He takes the time to go over each piece once, taking photos to show Alec as he does.
He recognizes almost all of them - Edom, the Seelie Realm, objects that very closely resemble Shadowhunter weapons like steles and Clary’s old dual kindjals, figures along a lake that could only be Lake Lyn... there are only a handful of paintings he can’t place - one that has a lot of white, for instance, and one that seems to have a rowboat as a primary focus - but Magnus has the sinking suspicion that even those are related to her missing memories, just the ones he isn’t privy to.
This is so much worse than he thought when it was just seeing through a single glamour and remembering Jace by sight. That much, at least, Magnus can chalk up to a shoddy glamour applied by the Shadowhunter. But how long had Clary been painting these? Just a few weeks? A few months? The whole year? What more did she remember?
His phone buzzes and it’s Alec, asking when he’ll be back and if he learned anything new.
M: On my way now. I have plenty of updates, but I’m not sure you’re going to like them.
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Underhill is left temporarily in charge while Isabelle and Jace ran off to look at art or something. Honestly, he’s doing his best to keep his name clear of the worst of whatever sneaking around they’re doing - it’s bad enough he knows about Clary remembering Jace, and that on top of his usual surveillance he’s supposed to be tapping into cameras to keep an eye on her. Not that he isn’t willing to help, and he’ll keep his mouth shut even though not telling Lorenzo is killing him inside, but he knows how badly this could all backfire, and he has his own job and integrity to think of when it comes to covering himself if it does. The more plausible deniability he has, the better.
Except it doesn’t look like he’ll have to switch from Institute surveillance to Clary surveillance tonight, he realizes, dread welling like a pit in his stomach. Standing outside of the Institute, just beyond the glamour, is a very familiar redhead staring up at a building Underhill prays to the Angel she can’t truly see.
#magnus bane#simon lewis#andrew underhill#shadowhunters#AND WE'RE OFF!#elle writes a few deadbeat lines
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Legio autem Arcarius Chapter 5
Legio autem Arcarius
Chapter 5
Alec paced outside Magnus’s closed bedroom door. Catarina had Alec lay Magnus down on his bed then she kicked Alec out of the room. Once inside the safety of Magnus’s apartment, Alec had sent his archers off to secure the building. Andrew was reaching out to Luke Garroway, New York city detective and alpha werewolf. Hopefully Luke could trace the partial plate Jayden had seen. Magnus had been conscious but still barely coherent when Alec left the bedroom. Alec glanced once more at the closed door, what was taking so long?
Finally, the door opened and Catarina slipped out closing it behind her. Alec barely waited for her to clear the door before pouncing. “How is he?” he demanded.
Cat looked at him for a moment, seemingly searching for something in Alec’s face before she replied. “He is awake and is going to be fine. The powder you described when used in that form only knocks its victims out briefly, there is no lasting damage.”
Alec let out a huge sigh of relief. It was only that he did not want to have to explain to the Consul how the Legion failed on their first day in protecting Magnus, at least that was all Alec would admit to himself.
Cat seemed happy with whatever she saw in Alec’s face because she stepped to the side. “He is asking for you, go on in.”
Alec nodded, swallowing his nerves and softly opened the door. The sight that met his eyes had his gaze darting quickly away towards something safe, Magnus sat bare-chested in his bed surrounded by gold sheets. All that honey colored skin was smooth, and Alec wanted to stare all day at the very impressive biceps on full display. Finally, his eyes stayed on Magnus’s face. Alec had never seen the Warlock look so vulnerable. Face bare of make-up and eyes half-closed in exhaustion, Magnus presented a beautiful rumpled picture. He liked the image very much, making the other man seem more reachable-, and less out of Alec’s range.
He hovered in the open door way until Magnus’s voice beckoned him nearer. “Come in, Alexander.” Alec moved further into the room. He stood at the end of the bed, arms folded behind his back.
“Ms. Loss says you are going to be okay.” He said hesitating then bravely meeting Magnus’s gaze. “I am sorry, Magnus.”
Magnus frowned. “For what, Commander?”
“You got hurt, almost kidnapped. I failed you tonight.” Alec was prepared for any judgement Magnus decided to pass; he and his Legion had let the other man down-, their first day on the job!
Magnus let out a tired sigh and shook his head. “Alexander, don’t be ridiculous. You and your archers saved me. We knew there was a very good chance that they would try something tonight and we learned a great deal from their botched attempt.”
Alec moved a little closer to Magnus’s bed. “What do you mean we learned a great deal? All I saw was that you were drugged and almost taken!” Behind his back his hands were gripped tightly, knuckles white.
“Commander, please come and sit down, not only do I not bite, but looking up at you is giving me a horrid headache and being drugged already gave me one.” Magnus patted the bed. “You can sit at the end of the bed.” Magnus said, with a spark of his usual mischief. “I swear I will not tell a soul.”
Alec hesitated, shooting Magnus a glance almost as if he was making sure the Warlock was not going to move. Slowly and gingerly, he sat on the edge of the foot of Magnus’s bed. He looked over to see Magnus grinning at him, delight clearly on his face.
“Alexander, I knew someday I would get you into my bed!” At Alec’s immediate flush, Magnus continued. “Alas, it’s when I am too exhausted to partake and enjoy.”
Alec stiffened and shot to his feet. He glared down at a smirking Magnus. “Why do you do that?” he demanded, hands curled into fist and on his hips.
Magnus raised a brow at an angry Alec. “Do what Alexander?” he innocently asked.
He glared. “You know what! Why do you turn every conversation we have into some dirty or flirty innuendo?”
“Haven’t you figured that out yet, Commander?” Magnus asked, face now serious and eyes steady on Alec’s.
At Alec’s bemused look, Magnus smiled softly and little shyly. “I’m like that little boy on the playground who keeps pulling your hair.” He laughed a little at the still blank look Alec was giving him. “I like you, Alexander; you could say that I have a crush on you Commander, and my attempts at flirting are me trying to get your attention.”
All coherent thought left Alec; he couldn’t string together a response. He wasn’t fully aware of the fact that his lips had stretched into a little smile, or that there was a new little sparkly in his hazel eyes. A sparkle that Magnus found addictive. It was also somewhat amusing to see the usually unflappable Commander of the Legion, flustered and blushing. However, Magnus would never tell Alexander that little tidbit.
Alec ran a hand through his already messy hair, and struggled to pull his thoughts together. Once in private, he could fully examine this latest revelation. He bravely met Magnus’ eyes. “Okay – hum – we can discuss all that later. Right now, we need to focus on the mission.” Alec waved a hand in the air. “Not all that. So tell me what you learned from the kidnapping attempt.”
Magnus let the Commander change the subject, realizing that he may have pushed Alec enough for now. However, Magnus would be bringing this topic up at next opportunity. He hadn’t nearly begun his wooing of the archer. Alexander might not realize it, but Magnus fully intended on making Alec his own. In all his centuries of living and all his lovers, Magnus had never put forth half the effort in gaining their attentions as he did this Shadowhunter. Alec touched him in ways unfamiliar to Magnus; he was unlocking a part of him that Magnus had thought gone for good.
“Well,- Commander, what we now know is that they need me for something. They want to take me alive. We also know it involves my father in some way.” Magnus watched Alec’s face as he once again reminded the archer just who Magnus’ sire was, but again he saw no repulsion, no judgements on Alec’s lovely face.
Alec leaned against the door. “What can you tell me about this Crimson Hand cult?”
Magnus let out a tired sigh and looked away from Alec, eyes unfocused, perhaps remembering his days in the cult. “I started the Crimson Hand as a prank; a lark. In addition, it was a way for me to get people to help with all the abandoned and orphaned warlock children. I moved on-, and thought the cult had disbanded. But it seems something else decided to continue it and with an entirely different goal.”
He could see that the other man was exhausted. Alec could also tell that the night’s events had taken their emotional toll on Magnus; he decided to wrap this up for tonight. “Look, we can go over all this in the morning, so for now why don’t you get some rest?” Magnus gave him a weary nod in agreement. Alec opened the bedroom door, but before he stepped through, he shyly turned back to look at Magnus. “About what you said earlier about the crush on me.” Alec ducked his head and peeked up at Magnus almost coyly. ”I- I’m like that little boy – you know the one who passes the note that says do you like me check yes or no. The boy, however, doesn’t stick around to see the response, because he gets scared.” Alec didn’t wait for any response, closing the door behind him and leaving a stunned Magnus.
Alec lay in the guest bedroom that had been given to him and stared at the ceiling. He was very conscious that only a thin wall separated him from Magnus. Alec had no idea what made him blurt out that he liked Magnus. Perhaps because deep down he trusted Magnus? That despite years of teasing by the Warlock, there had always been something gently and kind of sweet in his eyes when he looked at Alec. Maybe it was because in all his 25 years no one else had ever come close to stirring the feelings in him that Magnus did. Alec knew he was somewhat naïve when it came to relationships, having never had one of his own. His time and efforts had been with the Legion, his focus purely on being the best of the best.
He knew some of the Legion indulged in activities best left in the cover of night. That they indulged with each other was also common. In some ways, the Legion was very much like the Spartan and Roman Legions of old, battle-brothers sharing in desire of the flesh. Alec himself, had never felt the draw or had any interest in this type of relationship. He wanted to share something with the person he was intimate with, something besides just battle-fever. Alec wanted to feel something for the person he shared himself with, and in the deepest part of himself and the darkest part of the night, he could admit that the image he saw was always of Magnus. Now he just needed to find the courage, which was funny if he considered that he was known for his courage. If they only knew how his knees trembled, how his hands shook, all because he stood near the High Warlock of Alicante.
Alec had a choice to make. He could leap and hope for a soft landing, or hide away in the dark. At that moment, Alec had no idea which choice he would make.
TBC…
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Mod’s Reads: February 2018
Here’s the list of everything the Mods have read this past month!
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The Wedding of Bucky Barnes by stephrc79 (complete | 67,805 | T )
This is the story of how an instagramming, trolling, pain in the ass got married to an equally annoying, artistic, bossy, stubborn blond oaf.
Or, you know, how one James Buchanan Barnes, Instagram Extraordinaire, married Captain America himself, one Steven Grant Rogers.
between everything, yourself, and home by napricot (complete | 24,396 | E )
This is your home?” asks Bucky at one point. “It’s where I’m living now, yeah.” Bucky comes home. Steve's a little slower on the uptake.
despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter (Zimario) (WIP | 53,118 | M )
“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.
Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—
“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”
Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”
Broken White Boy by herecomesbucktofuckshitup (complete | 2,405 | T )
Shuri fixes Bucky Barnes.
ROGERS: An American Musical by HopeNight (complete | 11,317 | T )
In the MCU, instead of picking up a biography of Alexander Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda picks up a biography of Steve Rogers. This changes things. While the world goes insane for the musical, Steve and the man who believes himself to be Bucky Barnes find their own ways to take control of their narratives.
So here's the real question: How does a half-dead orphan born in the middle of a forgotten spot in the tenements of New York without a father and raised by a single mother grow up to be the first and only super soldier?
Tender, Like a Bruise by Bohemienne (complete | 1,932 | T )
Bucky is awake and healed, but Steve’s afraid of what it will mean.
There Is No Shortage of Blood* by alby_mangroves, Dira Sudis (dsudis) (WIP | 109,855 | E ) *past noncon
The long slow recovery of Bucky Barnes after his escape from HYDRA.
(And the longer, slower recovery of his sex life.)
just goddamn marry me already, for fuck’s sake by newsbypostcard (complete | 6,376 | E )
“Do you,” Steve says, fingers newly tugging Bucky’s underwear until it starts to slide off his hips, “want to marry me, or not?”
Bucky sighs. “You know, in some circles people would consider this interrogation under duress.”
Mod Blue
In honor of v-day from spitandvinegar
For @silentwalrus1 , ANG Steve and Bucky sexting, incorporating a couple of very sensual lines from @pornhubcommentsonvalentines . I regret nothing.
The Job Between Here and There by Pohadka (complete | 40,336 | M)
He might be free from HYDRA’s command and making his own life now, but James Buchanan Barnes is far more lost than he’d ever been before. Nothing matches the vague memories he’s recovered so far, and the world has progressed far beyond needing soldiers. To find out what he wants, and how to get it, he just needs a little… Leverage.
Part 1 of The Job Between Here and There
It's Just Temporary by perfect_plan (complete | 52,615 | M)
Bucky Barnes has no idea what he wants to do with his life and is stumbling from one temp job to the next. Hopefully he can keep his new job at Stark Industries for longer than a week...
the cold never bothered me anyway by icoulddothisallday (complete | 75,562 | E)
Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life in a state of mild hypothermia. Steve Rogers has spent the last 70 years in the ice. The two things aren’t related until, suddenly, they are. Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU (AKA the awkward bb au).
The Wishing Stone by greenbergsays (onehot | 2,850 | E)
“Rogers,” Natasha said as she pushed her way into Steve’s bedroom. “We have a situation. Have you seen -- oh.”
She stopped short.
Behind her, she knew, was the sleek, expansive space of Steve’s apartment in Stark Tower; filled to the brim with the latest gadgets and sturdiest furniture Stark could find for his favorite super soldier.
The door to Steve’s bedroom, however, was a gateway to a completely different time and place.
How To Woo A Winter Demon by cleo4u2, xantissa (oneshot | 6,938 | T)
Steve slept in the ice for a long, long time. Longer than anyone thought possible. For over two thousand years before S.H.I.E.L.D. found and unfroze him. Yeah, the world was different and so were his team members. Team-creatures? Steve’s not sure what the politically-correct term is. There’s a lot of things he doesn’t know. What he does is that the demon living on the seventh sub-level is hot.
The Art Of Cooking For Two by littleblackfox (complete | 92,761 | M) (reread)
“Any questions?” “Uh. What the fuck am I doing here?” Bucky offers.
Writing His Own Happy Ending by LightningStriking (complete | 25,022 | E)
Bucky Barnes is a writer. A gay erotic fiction writer to be precise. With a successful career, a questionably functioning computer, and an addiction to watching cat videos while eating Chinese food. Steve Rogers is an editor. Of many things, not least of all, Bucky Barnes gay erotic fiction. A working relationship that was working just fine for both parties. Until, after years of communicating purely via e-mail, the two men meet in person. And Bucky quickly realizes that Steve not only has a fantastic eye for detail, he's got a smile that could melt any heart, and a body any one of Bucky's fictional heroes would die to touch. A sentiment Bucky shares. So how does Bucky begin his immediate campaign to win his way into Steve's bed, and his heart? By playing to his strengths. In other words, by writing a new series of sex filled stories staring a muscle bound blond and a seductively enticing brunet. Any resemblance to actual persons purely intentional. If editing Bucky's steamy stories hadn't given Steve all sorts of inappropriate fantasies before, it certainly does now...
seapup by wearing_tearing (oneshot | 1,765 | M)
There are a lot of monsters down in the deep dark sea, Steve included. But he is not prey and he is not about to let himself be eaten.
Into That Good Night by Nonymos (complete | 73,540 | E)
Steve Rogers has lived for entirely too long—long enough to see the world's end. The heroes are gone, and the Earth is pushing what's left of mankind towards the exit.
But when a makeshift team rises from the ashes, when a mysterious presence all but drags Steve there, he begins to think there may be hope yet. As they shoot for the stars one last time, Steve will get proof yet again that the future is nothing if not an echo of the past.
Other than that, this month Mod Blue fell into an Altered Carbon shaped hole. Please send help and/or Stucky Altered Carbon AUs with happy endings.
Mod Julia
Not the Jealous Type by justanothersong (oneshot | 3,377 | G)
“Oh, I get it,” Tony said, smug little grin playing across his features. “You’re all angsty because your partner took time off to hang out with his war buddy, and you’re cooped up here doing paperwork. Is that it?”
“Did I not just say to leave it alone?” Sam huffed in response.
Places left behind by Claudia_flies (oneshot | 7,175 | E)
As Steve approaches the door of the walk-in closet, there’s a sudden growl. It’s low and defensive, and Steve freezes. He’s only wearing a towel, he suddenly realizes stupidly.
“Jarvis?” he calls out.
“Yes, sir?” comes the clipped voice of the A.I over the comms system.
“Is there someone in the closet?”
a desert in my heart and nowhere to hide by endofadream (oneshot | 3,720 | E)
Steve struggles to push himself upright, already muttering, “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” and stops when Bucky’s metal hand clamps down onto the back of his neck. It’s hardly more than its usual gentle hold, but immediately Steve melts, tension leeching from his body even as his heart pounds in his chest.
Bucky draws in a ragged breath behind him. “Is that what you want?” he asks after a pause.
tutorial by belovedmuerto (oneshot | 2,362 | T)
“I’m pretty sure I’m a terrible kisser,” Steve mutters, mostly to his pencil and paper.
Still Learning Every Day by Nejinee (oneshot | 5,024 | M)
“Oh, don’t tell me you fell in love with a stripper. Come on, Steve. I’m too tired to go into Manhattan and fight some asshat for your virtue. Or would I have to dance for it?”
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Steve loves Bucky, always has. He just never figured any other men would turn his head until he goes to a strip club and learns that it's not just women who can be strippers these days.
The Necrofloranomicon by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (complete | 47,569 | T)
Bucky didn't want much. Just to keep his head down, to sell his flowers in peace, and to stay off Shield's radar. His life would have been a lot easier if his flowers weren't dead and if being a necromancer wasn't illegal, but easy or not, he was getting by. Steve didn't want much, either. He was happy working for Shield, he had good friends, and overall his life was going just about the way he wanted it. Problem was, being happy with your life was generally an invitation for fate to throw a spanner in the works—and in Steve's specific case, it was going to be a spanner named Bucky.
Fuck Valentine's Day by jinlinli (oneshot | 4,218 | T)
Steve and Bucky's friends finally get sick and tired of their obliviousness, so they set them up on a blind date on Valentine's Day. But of course, they think it's just a prank because they're idiots.
Ex Libris by CloudAtlas (oneshot | 8,066 | T)
When the last customer has been dealt with, Steve turns to his new companion with, “Hi. I’m Steve, I’m new,” and finds a guy about his own height, with a kind smile and his long hair in a messy bun.
“Hi,” the guy says. “I’m James and I’m old.”
Stupid Cupid (you're a real mean guy) by chicklette (oneshot | 6,846 | E)
It's February and the weather in Brooklyn in shitty. So when his best friend Bucky offers Steve a week-long, all expenses paid trip to Mexico, he figures, what could go wrong? So what if it's a couples-only resort. Over Valentine's Day.
The Roommate by layersofsilence, Niitza (complete | 28,632 | T)
In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.
It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.
No Faraway Shore by eyres (complete | 56,906 | T)
President James Barnes has spent his career saying that the defining moment of his life was when he discovered that Steve Rogers had sacrificed himself while Bucky had lain in a New York hospital bed with only one arm.
Now, Bucky would say it was when SHIELD told him Steve was alive.
The one where Bucky is President, Steve makes friends and enemies in the future, and a wedding in the Rose Garden has to wait until Hydra is defeated again.
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!!!! Thanks @trans-mando for the tag, I love these kinds of things 💜 (also now I gotta watch Jurassic Park II cause I didn’t know Richard Schiff was in it and he is also my beloved blorbo)
3 ships: Stucky (Marvel), JayRoy (DC), and Worf/Deanna Troi (TNG, I adore Worf and Dax in DS9 of course but towards the end of Next Gen they started hinting at Worf and Deanna and then never went anywhere with it! And it would have been so good! They are such good friends and like bless Will Riker but he’s a mess and Deanna deserves better than their dynamic. They should have had Worf and Deanna as a happy couple with their funky friend Will who drops by to take Alexander on fun male bonding hijinks like pranking the Captain)
First ship: Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. THE otp
Last movie: Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure (one of the best movies ever made)
Currently reading: Pride and Prejudice
Currently watching: Hawkeye, Elementary, CSI, and I mean I’m always watching Star Trek
Currently consuming: birthday cake I made for my aunt
Last song listened to: Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld
Currently craving: spicy Buffalo wing chips
Fav color: aquamarine
Sweet/salty/savory: depends entirely on the day but most often sweet, always overboard no matter the flavor lol
Currently working on: getting ready for a sleep study
Top secret creative project of my own is in the conceptual stage lol but should be shaping form by the end of next week at the latest (alas it won’t wind up on here at least not under my name 👀)
And on the back burner I’ve got everything else I need to do to get ready to go back to school finally after my sleep study (I left for Covid and anxiety r.i.p. but I’m finally almost back)
Thanks again for the tag, and I’m gonna tag @big-mac-beth @livi5972 @emu-lumberjack and anyone else who wants! Love you all!
Thanks for tagging me @dragonwolfe22!
3 Ships: Shadowgast, Blupjeans, Parker/Hardison/Eliot (called “Thief Juice” ig??)
1st Ship: Luke/Mara Jade or Solangelo, depending on how you count
Last Movie: Jurassic Park II (yep, it’s still bad! and yep, I enjoyed it. *points at richard schiff* that’s blorbo from my show)
Currently Reading: The Book of Eels, A Warm Embrace by @thevalleyarchive, and a wikipedia article on subclass Holocephali
Currently Watching: TLOVM, the Mighty Nein, Campaign 3, and Sweet Tooth
Currently Consuming: Nothing :-/ but I have leftovers so I will eat them soon
Last Song Listened To: Wait for Me (reprise)
Currently Craving: the ocean. the time span since i have seen the ocean has literally been the longest in my Life. i miss it.
Fave Color: dark, high-saturation blues and greens
Sweet/salty/savory: usually sweet
Currently Working On: being a functional adult graduate student who returns emails in a timely fashion, unpacking my living space, teaching babies non-science undergraduates about fish, designing multiple restoration projects, et cetera
the Top Secret Creative Project (status: 6.5/13)
and, on the back burner, thinking about possible theses for a doctorate
Tagging: @falcon-chill, @opaleyedprince, @lithiumseven, @scrumptiousdragons, and anyone who wants to! (if you want to ofc, no pressure)
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Top 10 Hip Hop Podcast
Birth of Hip Hop count down to the best 10 hip hop podcast to watch while at home. Enjoy reading the Top 10 best Hip Hop Podcast to stay informed with all things hip hop. Learn the ends and out of hip hop with remarkable, high profiled personalities. Thank us Later!
10 Big Boy Tv
Big Boy talkingBig Laughs, Big Stars, Big Interviews, Big Boy’s Neighborhood is the place to be if you love hip hop. Kurt Alexander aka Big Boy is a nationally syndicated American radio host and actor. Kurt Alexander TV give viewers YouTube-exclusive vlogs, pranks, celebrity interviews, the famous Luther Luffeigh phone taps, and more. Big Boy Tv received over 153 million views and 737k subscribers with 1k uploads.
9 Drink Champs
N.O.R.E and DJ EFN sip drinks and smoking for an hour & a half with only the biggest names in hip hop on RevoltTV. Every episode consist with good laughs, also the rarest and craziest stories. Launched by Sean “Diddy” Combs in January 2015, Drink Champs has over 80 episodes to date. REVOLT TV is your destination in hip hop News, Politics, and Culture. Furthermore, Revolt TV received over 180 million views and 746k subscribers with 4k uploads.
8 Joe Budden Tv
The barbershop talk you been looking for. Joe, Rory, Mal and Parks discussions mature conversations about hip hop culture and music. Fans enjoy their point of views on albums, beef, movies, rap battles and the general goings on in hip hop. Joe Budden TV received over 217 million views and 846k subscribers with 1k uploads.
7 Talib kweli podcast people’s party
People’s Party is a weekly interview show hosted by hip-hop legend Talib Kweli. The show features big-name guests exploring hip-hop, culture, and politics. The podcast received over 600 million views and 1 million subscribers with 620 uploads.
6 Sway in the Morning
Sway in the morningSway’s Universe keeps you up to date on everything music, lifestyle and culture. His massive followers listen to the routinely posted content on Fire Cyphers, Freestyles, Hip Hop News and noteworthy interviews. The guest are today’s biggest celebrities, like Kevin Hart, Kanye, Eminem, Usher, Jessica Alba, Torey Lanez, and so much more. Sway’s Universe received over 720 million views and 3 million subscribers with 6k uploads.
5 No Jumper
5 No Jumper logoAdam John Grandmaison better known as Adam22, is an American podcaster, internet personality, and record executive. He is the creator, also the host of pop culture and hip hop oriented podcast No Jumper. No Jumper was originally a blog on Tumblr. Started by George Potter in 2011 and financed by Grandmaison who was a prolific BMX biker. Grandmaison, through his No Jumper podcast, has been noteworthy for interviewing up-and-coming talent as well as established rappers. He has interviewed Lil Yachty, Smokepurpp, Ugly God, 6ix9ine, Suicideboys, Action Bronson, and most famously XXXTentacion in April 2016. No Jumper received over 767 million views and 3 million subscribers with 2.7k uploads.
4 GGN Snoop Dogg Tv
4 GGN snoop dogg tvSnoop Dogg’s Double G News Network brings memorable interviews from past-present artists and celebrities. Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr aka Snoop Dogg Multi-platinum artist, actor, philanthropist and entertainment icon Snoop Dogg is at the forefront of popular culture. Snoop Dogg TV received over 880 million views and 6 million subscribers with 1.5k uploads.
3 Hot 97 Ebro in The Morning
Ebro, Laura Stylez and Rosenberg share their thoughts on everything from music, relationships, politics and more. Giving the world the realest and relevant Hip Hop show on the radio. In addition, Hot 97 offers latest hip hop news, significant interviews, dope freestyles and DJing form legendary Dj Funkmaster Flex. Hot 97 received over 1 billion views and 3 million subscribers with 7.6k uploads.
2 The Breakfast Club
The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 FMThe World’s Most Dangerous Morning Show with over 1.8 billion views and 4 million subscribers with 4k uploads. The breakfast Club on Power 105.1 FM offers a huge variety of guest for any listener. Every guest visiting the ‘world’s most dangerous morning show’ is grilled with their signature blend of honesty and humor. The results are the best interviews to be found on radio.
1 Vald Tv
Content provides the hard-hitting interviews from your favorite urban artists, actors, athletes and cultural figures. Vlad and his interviewees discuss information, education, and commentary from unique voices in the community to the world. VladTV is the world’s leading source of celebrity interviews and urban news with over 2.8 billion views and 3.9 million subscribers with 16k uploads.
Honorable Mention
Nardwuar Serviette
Enter Nardwuar, the Human Serviette. You’ll laugh, you’ll gasp, you’ll cringe. It’s only part of Nardwuar’s prodigious output during his relentless media career. Goofy and yet tedious, Nardwuar interviews are the most unique amongst the internet. However, he’s a big lover of music, a champion of the most obscure bands, and a real supporter of local talent as well. Plus, he’s built a modest media empire through sheer willpower and hard work. Nardwuar received over 200 million views and 1.5 million subscribers with 530 uploads on the biggest names on the culture.
Top 10 best Hip Hop Podcast, Missed one? Comment down below. Please like share, and compare to your friends.
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Bundesliga: BVB allegedly thinking about Draxler
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Bundesliga: BVB allegedly thinking about Draxler
The BVB is supposed to think about an obligation of Julian Draxler. U21 national coach Stefan Kuntz believes that Jeremy Toljan can prevail in Dortmund. Julian Weigl also made his comeback with the second team.
SPOX gives you an overview of the latest news about Borussia Dortmund.
Borussia Dortmund is supposed to think about an obligation of Julian Draxler. The French portal Le10sport reports that in addition to the BVB, Draxler’s former club Schalke and RB Leipzig are also involved with the midfielder. So far, however, none of the clubs has submitted an offer.
Draxler’s current club, Paris Saint-Germain, would like to divest players in order to improve their financial balance. Draxler is said to be one of the prank candidates of new trainer Thomas Tuchel.
At the press conference before the match in the DFB Cup against Greuther Fürth (Monday, 8.45 pm in the LIVETICKER), coach Lucien Favre showed respect for his opponent: “It is no gift to play against a second-league team in the first round. Fürth has already played two championship games and is ready. But when you play, it’s rarely easy!”
“Of course we have seen the games of Fürth. They are flexible, physically strong and especially dangerous with standards and counterattacks,” he explained.
U21 national coach Stefan Kuntz believes that Jeremy Toljan can establish himself permanently with the BVB. “Basically Jeremy has what it takes to win the BVB,” he explained to Sport Bild.
In the last season, several factors have come together that have prevented a better performance: “Last season he joined a new club late in the preparation, and he was also injured at the beginning. It is difficult to judge the whole thing from the outside. But I assume that all those responsible will find a good solution.”
Borussia won Toljan last summer for seven million euros from Hoffenheim. However, he was not able to establish himself as a permanent regular in Dortmund. Despite offers from some clubs, he decided to stay with BVB this summer.
Newcomer Axel Witsel received his permission to play for the BVB on Friday evening and could play against Greuther Fürth in the cup match.
BVB coach Luvien Favre left open whether he was allowed to play right from the start: “He only played one game, he only played 20 minutes against Lazio Rome. “It’s getting a little tight that he’s playing from the beginning on Monday, let’s see.”
Julian Weigl has celebrated his comeback on the field. In the test of the BVB reserve against the KFC Uerdingen he played from the beginning and was replaced after one hour.
Weigl suffered from adductor problems at the end of last season, which did not improve during the summer, so he had to train individually most of the summer preparations. Coach Lucien Favre ruled out a run in the cup game against Fürth: “He’s coming slowly, but of course he still needs a little more time. He’ll be a few more days or weeks, that’s for sure.”
In the 2-0 win over Uerdingen, Sergio Gomez, Alexander Isak and Jeremy Toljan also came from the first team.
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Show You How to Love: Part 1
Plot: You’re Pippa’s understudy when you realize that you like her as more than just a friend.
Warnings: None I think? If there is one, let me know.
Tags: @imagineham
Author’s note: SURPRISE!!!
Lin was a good friend in high school, and you had recently got back in touch with him. He explained his latest project that he was working on: a musical about a founding father named Alexander Hamilton. Naturally, you thought he was crazy at first, but when he showed you a small portion of one of the songs, you knew he had something special.
“You know, you’d be a perfect Eliza,” Lin said during one of your phone conversations, “Why not audition to be her?”
You replied, “Because I don’t have a musical bone in my body, Lin, You should know this by now. We did go to high school together, after all. I can’t sing or act and you know that for a fact”
“Says the girl who chose flipping Chorus and Drama as her high school electives.” He retorts.
“Oh shut up, you actual child! I’ve got better ways to spend my Thursday than trying to have a conversation with a five year old. If you’ll finally stop bugging me, then fine, I’ll do it.” You joke.
“YAAAY! See you Saturday at 12 P.M. okay?” Lin cheers.
“Saturday at 12 it is.” You reply.
Saturday could not come any slower.
As you step into the building, you notice the people around you, and thought that there was absolutely no chance that you were getting this role. You saw so much talent around you, so many beautiful faces, all much prettier than yours (at least that was your personal opinion) and you were lost in thought until you heard someone call out “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? You’re up!”
As you step into the room, you see three people: Lin, Alex Lacamoire, another old high school friend, and a tall, mysterious man you didn’t recognize.
“Alright, so I assume your familiar with the audition process, correct?” Spoke the man.
“Correct.” You answered.
“Perfect. Let’s begin, then.”
They proceed to check your range, listen to you sing a song of your choice, and preform a very small bit from the show. During this, Lin and Alex were taking notes non stop.
“Ok, wonderful. That’s all we need. You’re free to go, have a great day!” Said Alex.
“Same to you!” You said with all the positivity you could muster before leaving.
A few weeks later, you get an email, and while crossing your fingers, and wishing with all your heart, you opened it.
You were the official understudy for the role of Eliza Schuyler Hamilton.
You called Lin and started rambling on and on about how excited you were.
“I know, I know!! I would have given you the role in a heartbeat, but Alex said that it’d be too easy to cast you as Eliza since I already knew you, so that’s why you’re the understudy.“ He explained.
“Oh! That makes sense!” You said.
“Hey, do you wanna grab some coffee? I could bring the person who you’re understudy-ing for with us so you can get to know her!” Lin suggested.
“Sounds great, I’m in! How about next Tuesday?” You asked.
A few minutes later, you got a text.
Lin: Pippa can come on Tuesday! Let’s meet up at that place we used to go all the time!
You: Does 3 work for you?
Lin: Works for me! See you then!
On Tuesday, you drove to this little shop selling ice cream and coffee that you and Lin came to frequently as high schoolers. You immediately recognized Lin standing outside, but not the woman standing next to him. She had beautiful black hair, the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen, and the most radiant smile in the world.
She was beautiful.
You hugged Lin, and shook Phillipa’s hand as she greeted you.
“Hi, I’m Phillipa, but you can call me Pippa!” She said.
Even her voice was lovely. No wonder she’d gotten the roll of Eliza.
“I’m (Y/N)! Nice to meet you!” You said
You went inside the shop, ate ice cream, drank coffee, and talked. It was one of the best days ever.
A few months had passed, and Hamilton was starting to become really popular, as you predicted, but there was one thing that you didn’t predict.
You had a massive crush on the one and only Phillipa Soo.
You had discovered that you were Bisexual a while ago, but this was your first crush on a girl. She was beautiful, caring and kind. So, so kind.
You loved her with all your heart, but you knew that she would never return the feeling in the same way. Everyone always made jokes about how you two were in love, but you knew it was impossible to be her girlfriend. She was probably straight, and even if she wasn’t, she’d never fall in love with someone like you. She was her, and you were, well, you.
Little did you know, she was thinking the same thing.
If Pippa was sick and you took her shift, she’d come to the theater when she felt better. Now, this had only happened twice, and both times she had never seen a kiss between you and Lin. This time, however, she did catch one, and when the show was over, she acted….. odd.
“I didn’t know you and Lin were a thing!” She said, with a bit of hostility in her voice.
“What? Who told you that? We’re not, Pippa. It’s a stage kiss…. you know, like the very same ones you do while playing the exact same role?” You said
“I know what I saw, (Y/N), and I’m really…. happy for you.” She huffed, now seething with rage.
“Are you….. jealous?” You asked.
“No, what kind of question is that? Of COURSE I’m not! What even is there to be jealous about?” Pippa retorted.
“W-what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, visibly hurt.
“You know what it means.” She said coldly.
Her words hurt you, confirming that she indeed would not and could not ever be in a relationship with you, or even be friends anymore.
“Well if that’s what you think… fine. I’ll just go.” You said shakily with tears in your eyes.
You ran far from the theater, so fast you didn’t even hear the last words Pippa would say to you in weeks.
“(Y/N), wait-”
You ran as far as your feet would carry you, not knowing where you were going, or what you’d do when you got there, until you saw it.
Renee’s house.
You knocked on the door repeatedly, until suddenly Jazzy opened the door. She stared at you until she finally called for Renee.
“Renee, you might wanna come here real quick.” Jazzy said.
Renee comes to the door, and as soon as she sees you, her eyes get as wide as saucers.
“Who the fu-” she began until Jazzy stopped her.
“Pippa.” You said simply.
They both gave you looks of confusion, until Renee was having absolutely none of it.
“Ok, very funny (Y/N), now come in so you can tell us what REALLY happened.”
They let you inside, and then you explained, conveniently leaving out the fact that you were in love.
“-and now she probably never wants to see me again.” You finished.
“So you really were serious.” Renee said.
“Of course she was. Do you think that she’d play that kind of prank on us?” Jazzy said.
“Yes” The three of you said, bursting into a fit of laughter.
“Don’t worry. No way am I letting some stage kiss ruin my OTP. I’ll talk to her about it, and you guys will kiss, make up, get married, fly off into the sunset on Pippa’s magic flying pegasus, and live happily ever after. The end.” Renee joked.
She was one of the main people who joked about you and Pippa. A lot.
After the fight, Pippa tried desperately to get advice. And she knew just where to get it.
“Lin! Helloooo! Open up!” Pippa screeched.
Lin opened his dressing room door, and let Pippa in.
“Lin. Help me. Please.” Pippa begged.
“With what?” Lin asked.
Pippa began to explain
“-And now she probably never wants to see me again.” She finished.
“Pippa.” Lin said.
“Yes?” She replied.
“You dun goofed.” Lin told Pippa.
“I know. How do I fix it?” She asked.
“Don’t worry. No way am I letting some stage kiss ruin my OTP. I’ll talk to her about it, and you guys will kiss, make up, get married, fly off into the sunset on your magic flying pegasus, and live happily ever after. The end.” Lin said.
Renee joked about you and Pippa with you, and Lin joked about you and Pippa with Pippa.
For weeks you avoided each other, Pippa was getting extremely upset by the lack of you in her life, so one Wednesday she found you, and before you could avoid her, she ran to you and gave you a big hug.
“I am so sorry you literally have no idea it’s been slowly killing me ever since it happened and I’m just so sorr-” Pippa rambled.
“Pippa. It’s ok. I forgive you.” You said.
“I imagine Renee told you what comes next?” Pippa asked.
“Yep. I’m positive Lin told you, so there’s only one thing left to do.” You said.
“Kiss, make up, get married, fly off into the sunset on your/my magic flying pegasus, and live happily ever after. The end.” You both said, laughing.
“Friends?” You asked.
“Friends.” Pippa replied, hugging you.
Everything went back to normal, and you two were once again inseparable.
And then the sleepover happened.
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“High Priority message for you, Commander. Patching it through to your quarters now…”
"Hello Commander."
Monthly Report for January Shenanigans:
Amy (Phoenix) Walker’s ♥ love ♥ life (>w<)
Her many -many- admirers
Who could the latest victim admirer be?
Coyote Approves
Dad Turtle Intensifies!!!
Anon Fleeeeeesss
Amy’s opinion of the Cinnabun
Psi Lab Training
Dad Turtle takes out his frustration on the Commander
Morale Booster / Theme Song
The saga continues...
IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Cat-Tower Update
Ask the Squad:
2016 movies | Arma’s new favourite movies
Manda’s determined to make him even *more* of a nerd!
Dark thoughts (tw: suicidal thoughts and depression)
Coming out of my cage of the closet
The Commander’s favourite type of puns ;D
♥ When Hightower was struck by Cupid’s bow ♥
The Commander’s greatest (only?) fear
ADVENTs and “The Talk”
The Psychos Psi-Operatives
Inside the Minds of the Aliens
Making Zombies
Sparring Session: Amy verses. Isaac [1] [2] [3]
The Squad as Darkest Dungeon Heroes
Eye of the Tiger (Cont’d) [1] [2]
Girugin wants to find some Russian wolves... no, not *you* Coyote!
Quynh does not appreciate the fifty shades pages of sneks
Ethereals and math (dun, dun, dun)
We meet new people and become friends wrestle them
What if:
The Covenant verses XCOM
MELD Furries or Alien Furries
Buff Woodchucks (not to be confused with furries)
Warframes
Bionicles
DAD-VENT Jokes >W<
Helping the Commander Catch Up On the Times:
20 years worth of reality tv
“Retro” Music
Dank Memes
Birthdays: Blitz & Avedis (Avedis’s “Friendly Reminder”)
1-2-3 Doodle: Bradford
Rise of XCOM 2: The Anime
Fanservice Episode: Trip to the Beach!
Anime Tropes and the Squad
RP Shenanigans:
*As per usual, got as much as I could*
Shadow of True Self Continued
Coyote modelling for Avedis Continued [1] [2] [3] [4]
Valentine’s Day Comes Early:
Quynh ‘borrowing’ Blackwell’s coat
Send me a pairing... JohnaQuynh | Catship
Testing FOR SCIENCE! (Also Quynh Dressed as Vahlen)
Date Night with Quynh and Blackwell
♫ Music Time ♫
Avedis’s Playlist
Celia’s Playlist
Matthew’s Playlist
Quynh’s Playlist
Avedis & Celia Joint Playlist
Avedis & Quynh Joint Playlist
Recruit Manda - Advice Giver Extraordinaire:
Gives Isaac some advice on his growing feelings for Amy
Manda helps Celia find her purpose in the Resistance
Behind the scenes - Quynh and Company
“Sweet Dreams”
A Night Out
Something Normal... well, compared to most things on this ship
Tasty Artistry
Event: Sloshed Recruit (Resolved?)
One concerned bartender
Casually traveling (inter-dimensional) Commander Weir [1] [2] [3]
And also returns to get arrested by Blackwell and Isaac [1] [2]
Then Quynh helps poor Commander Weir’s with his teleporter
Schnapps and Sake (Playing ‘Never Have I Ever’ with Ranger Saihyo)
Isaac babysits the cat babysitter [1] [2]
The squad and Manda’s (drunken) opinions:
Prank Logistics
Who got da best booty? >W<
Dadford
Good Hangover Food
♥ Boop ♥
Squad Bode
Stand up Impressionist
The Cast*:
Bartender Alex, Eva, Psi-Op Girugin, SPARK-001/Julian AI - @girugin Engineer [Communications] Erico ‘Shog’ Sousa - @shog-stuff Engineer [Proving Grounds] Alexander “Kage” Adams - @finalkage Psi-Op Engineer Blackwell & Company - @techpirate1 Recruit [Armoury] Manda - @ask-manda-of-the-6 Scientist Quynh & Companions - @quynh-tessance Soldier Fraser - @sir-fraser Soldier Morgan - @thatguyingreyhoodiewithwidesmile Soldier Poptard - @tasty-poptard Soldier Saihyo - @saihyo-of-the-frost The mighty and powerful turtle Instructor - @ceruleanturtle
(*if I’ve missed anyone, message me and I’ll add them to the list!)
Cameo from Commander Weir - @inbatcountry17
An army of Anonymous Avengers! (°D°) Everyone else © @commanderplease or © Firaxis Games
(Other Monthly Reports)
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