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[thewanderingsoldier]

aliceoftheglass replied to your photoset: mcavoys: SEBASTIAN STAN 5th Annual Gold Meets...

He’s cosplaying a genderbent Swann

RIGHT?! Either that or he stole wifey Emma’s jacket xD

[themxdhatter]

aliceoftheglass replied to your post: Alice? Or Emma?

*bows* Always here to give you pain. I mean. Love…. Loveeeeeeeeeeee. Hehe

From you? It is always welcome xD

[pianomxn-aa]

🎄 (*waves* hi love!)

Underneath the mistletoe! || @aliceoftheglass​ || accepting

    Between laughter and spinning all around the place, his place, there was going to come a moment in which they had to stop. Still laughing he went and plopped himself to sit on the couch pulling her with him, trying to get his lungs as much air as they needed but failing miserably at the fit of chuckles that followed through. Brown eyes, smiling as much as his lips, looked at Alice. It had been a long time since they had hung around with each other and this was just a perfect come back, he had forgotten how much he could laugh and smile on a daily basis. Those were his thoughts as he finally got his breathing back to normal, letting out a soft happy sigh and his head to lean on the couch’s back. That’s when he noticed the mistletoe he had hung up a while ago and completely forgotten about it.     ❛ Hey, look at that. ❜ he spoke softly pointing out with a smile. ❛ I had forgotten I had that. ❜ A soft chuckle came from him as he moved closer, gaze settled upon her in silent permission with the distance closing little by little.

[rcveries]

–––––{ ⊛ } Tempting darkness

––{ ⊛ } It was his turn on stage, Izak looked behind the curtains to the crowd. Little kids seated in the front rows with their families, clapping, smiling widely at the amazing acts that passed one by one leaving their little hearts in awe.

As clowns were meant to bring smiles, his kind was meant to bring up hope. Hope that the world, as cruel it may seem sometimes, was meant to be a stage. As Shakespeare once said, All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players… Thank the Dreamkeeper watching over him.

“The one and only! The magical man Izak Reves!”       His act was going to start.                                                    …

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Kids of all ages…”      Izak’s voice sounded loud, fiddling with the poker deck in his hands.            “Do you believe in fantasy?”                    A card began to fly up, showing itself from the rest.

One by one began to float up in the air, like a dancing row around him before going to fly before the people’s eyes. Amazing oohs and aahs while their gazes followed the cards.

                                         “Do you believe in magic?”

With a single move of his hand all the cards in the air turned into chirping birds -his signature, always birds- rising flight up to the tent’s ceiling.

All eyes were in the little birds when a bright light came from behind Izak’s shirt. Blinking twice he pulled his dreamcatcher out from the white buttoned shirt, the thing was glowing brightly. The brightest light it had ever showed before.

   It had been months since his last dreamer, who of all guests tonight          would it be?

[thewanderingsoldier]

"...you're really pale..."

“It’s what happens when you spend a year in a cryogenic freezer.“

“And I think someone cut my hair...“

[themxdhatter]

@aliceoftheglass

[manxfromthestars-blog]

She gasped, clutching her chest with right and the lamp post with her left. Shock flooded her eyes, her gaze forward as she spoke, blue orbs only meeting his as the last word fell from her lips, "I think I'm dying."

      “No, no, no, you can’t be dying. It’ll be alright”             The Doctor helped her, holding her as she clung to the post.              He was supposed to take care of her, make sure she was              safe, but it was an obvious fact that no one could be safe             when running with the Doctor.             “It’ll be alright, let’s get you to the TARDIS”               The fastest he took her, the bigger her chance to survive was.

[rxveries]

–––––{ ⊛ } Tempting darkness

––{ ⊛ } It was his turn on stage, Izak looked behind the curtains to the crowd. Little kids seated in the front rows with their families, clapping, smiling widely at the amazing acts that passed one by one leaving their little hearts in awe.

As clowns were meant to bring smiles, his kind was meant to bring up hope. Hope that the world, as cruel it may seem sometimes, was meant to be a stage. As Shakespeare once said, All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players... Thank the Dreamkeeper watching over him.

"The one and only! The magical man Izak Reves!"         His act was going to start.                                                    . . .

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Kids of all ages..."        Izak's voice sounded loud, fiddling with the poker deck in his hands.              "Do you believe in fantasy?"                      A card began to fly up, showing itself from the rest.

One by one began to float up in the air, like a dancing row around him before going to fly before the people's eyes. Amazing oohs and aahs while their gazes followed the cards.

                                           "Do you believe in magic?"

With a single move of his hand all the cards in the air turned into chirping birds -his signature, always birds- rising flight up to the tent's ceiling.

All eyes were in the little birds when a bright light came from behind Izak's shirt. Blinking twice he pulled his dreamcatcher out from the white buttoned shirt, the thing was glowing brightly. The brightest light it had ever showed before.

     It had been months since his last dreamer, who of all guests tonight            would it be?

[madmarchh]

❤

❤ - win my muse’s heart

Ha that’s actually a great question and I’m not sure he or I know the answer, though I do know he is not fond of liars. He doesn’t like people touching him unless he initiates it. I suppose it’s just spending time with him, and flirting. Hm… I wish I knew.

thethiefbetweenworlds might know better than I… how did Lil do it? hahah

[thewanderingsoldier]

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➒ Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few? 

I do!!

There was the BuckyNat elopement thread with n-r0man0va and the one thread where they broke up and the Shadowhunter AU

There’s Tony tripping over the power source for Bucky’s cyro tank and waking him early with jarvisismyfuckingcopilot

There’s the thread with Bucky posing as Jefferson in Storybrooke with cygnetasauver

And there’s the threads with Bucky and Alice during WWII with aliceoftheglass

[themxdhatter]

//Cutest HC: Him dancing a waltz with a young Grace daddy style in the master bedroom - with her standing on his newly shined dress shoes, as he prance about, his tuxedo bow tie hanging undone around his neck (a sign of acceptance and peace of/toward the past) while Alice watches their reflection in the mirror as she dons diamond earrings and adds the last touches of lipstick. A moment she doesn't necessarily want to see end - Him in complète unhindered happiness as a father and a husband.

YES SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH YES 

THIS KILLED ME EARLIER AND IT KILLS ME NOW REREADING IT 

[xpianoman-archive]

The smile on his ilps didn't diminished as she smiled back at him, her words ringing on his ears for a moment as he thought over all the array of songs he knew, most of them were meant to please the audience of course, but he had a few under he sleeve he enjoyed playing to himself once in a while.

"I think I know hte perfect one" he smiled placing his fingers on the ivory keys, pressing them ever so softly at the beginning of the song, the first Gymnopédie by Erik Satie. The soft and slow notes began to dance around in curve motions and shapes for his eyes, a dim smile on his lips.

She could see darkened circles on the man, a hint of sleeplessness that she wondered if he played the night shift mainly or if there was more to the club’s piano man.

A small smile toyed at the corners of her lips as she let her eyes meet his. Her head tilted to the side in thought and she settled on an answer. “Surprise me? Maybe something sad? Or perhaps something from the heart?”

For a moment she wondered if maybe she sounded completely off kilter and she backtracked lightly, “You know… Just something more real than crowd pleaser music… If that makes any sense.” She blushed and thought of how disconnected from society she’d become.

[callmethirteen]

Read!!! *bounces!*

if i get ten, “read!”s, i, the mun, will record my self reading one chapter of a fanfiction of your choice.

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[madmarchh]

"You know, you really should work on your salesmanship. Honestly, you couldn't sell morphine to a drug addict if you tried."

"I’m not a salesman."

He shifted a bit where he stood and glanced down at his own track marks, “Mm… besides I much prefer mainlining human bliss. And Euphoria.” Morphine was actually his favourite opiate the oyster world had. 

"You should work on your bartering." He lofted a brow.