#and that's also in James' rotation

[calamitoustide]

james potter as a line cook who blasts songs like Yeah! by USHER in the kitchen at 10 am every single morning and regulus as a server who's just trying to get through his shifts without crying in the walk in

[bandaidfingers]

006 and 007

redrawing this Goldeneye promo photo with my fav half-dry chisel tip marker

[grimark]

feeling the overwhelming urge to write a deeply self-indulgent doctor who/star trek crossover fic right now, because you know who else would fall so fucking hard for the master's goofy little spy schtick? julian bashir, that's who.

[allmyandroids]

I actually have a bunch of fanfiction as a work in progress.

Here are some of the pairring I have fanfiction wips/ideas of:

Mr. Carbon Black/Reader

Ballard/Vaughan

Raymond Reddington/Reader

And some collection of AUs to Eddie Dutra or the world of The New Kids

[some-zer0]

Once again thinking about how Sasha’s last words were, “I see you, show yourself,” and Tim’s were, “I know”

[chiropteracupola]

I'll have no check upon my glass / But the hours of joy and laughter pass...

[jvmesdoesart]

this made me smile so much. ty @elliseleven 🥺

[widevibratobitch]

girl help im having fitzconte thots again

[emcads]

in the potc that exists in my mind elizabeth is obsessed with the legend of the pirate queen who sailed a navy warship and once she finds out jack knew her never stops asking for stories.

[cottageivy]

anyways its finally ava's birthday in my game im so excited!

[arrowlock]

1, 8, 20, 41 :)

Who's your favorite comfort character?

Sherlock!! I always go back to sherlock lol. also currently lan wangji it has been lan wangji since last may ToT

8. How many water bottles are in your room right now?

uhh depends what counts as a waterbottle but possibly any number between 1 and 5

20. do you say soda or pop?

(biden voice) soda!

41. how do you take your coffee?

with a little bit of sugar (used to be a lot but im a changed man) and some milk or creamer

[goblingirlgratitude]

30 day song challenge (here)

day 13: a song you like from the 70s

[bunnieswithknives]

ehehehehe

Rotating in my mind the idea of Coolment's previous lives following him around as ghosts and being met by the people current!Coolment's killed.

James, freshly dead, absolutely seething with rage only to meet this tiny traumatized ghost kitten who looks exactly like the guy who killed him. Coolment and Sam cant see him because they didn't cause his death, so he's just been all alone for years quietly following around the person who took over his life

[isakvaltersnake]

things from the 2001 television programme band of brothers that haunt me to this day:

- we’re paratroopers lieutenant, we’re supposed to be surrounded. not to be your 60 year old military obsessed uncle about it but that line goes hard

- nix’s little giggle he does sometimes

- I’ll never forgive them for leaving gene’s medic training out of their training montage. in fact you know what? go back in time, film a parallel sequel of the other 9 eps from gene’s pov

- popeye’s “they called you guys too?” and the way his accent specifically scratches my brain

- they gave me moose heyliger and his massachusetts accent for like 20 minutes then the narrative snatched him away from me and i still miss him

- the way meehan looks at winters after he tells him to close the flap, in fact let’s talk about how every single one of winters’ commanders are obsessed with him in one way or another he truly is the it girl

- the chaos and fear that precedes gene and the calm and comfort that follows him

- I know everyone thinks “we’ll go to chicago, I’ll take you there” is the insane line but the one that actually makes me lose sleep is “what, and give up all this?” THAT MAN SAID I WOULD RATHER LIVE THROUGH THE HORRORS OF WAR THAN HAVE LIVED MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU

- alley is So Beautiful and I don’t think we collectively talk about it enough

- babe being some rando replacement in episode three and whilst his other replacement friends are being absolutely roasted he is immediately adopted by bill and then gets gene fucking roe of all people to connect to him?? he’s too powerful I need to study him

- speirs being this ghoulish terrifying boogeyman until lip is anywhere near him then he’s suddenly dimples and kicking his feet and giggling

- speaking of lip and speirs their little sarcastic in jokes, lip finishing speirs’ sentences fml it’s giving married

- you been working out? IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?? LIEB YOU SLUT?? THEN YOURE GONNA LAY IN HIS BED WAITING FOR HIM??? insane behaviour

- the unexplored but high potential friendships and the way I wanted like 16 more episodes for shifty and lip, nix and luz, nix and web, sisk and perconte, winters and gene, grant and tab, lieb and alley, speirs and harry, etc

- the more haggard and bitchy nix gets the hotter he gets. he also must be studied.

- “you should pack up those ears and go home” ok sobel kinda ate with that one ngl

- speaking of sobel the little confused/bewildered/piss-pants faces he makes david schwimmer the actor you are

- the silly little wide stance pennywise ass run hall does before he gets murked RIP king

- klepto speirs ilysm

- joe toye and his brass knuckles are v sexy

- sink letting nix give winters his oak leaves was very shipper girl of him

- lip harry nix speirs winters in the eagle’s nest dream blunt rotation

- the unsustainable amount of cunt served by nix, frank, babe, and luz at all times is truly a marvel

- tab really checked lip’s dick and balls mid battle and honestly that’s friendship

- bit parts for simon pegg, tom hardy, andrew scott, james mcavoy, michael fassbender, jimmy fallon ?? bob casting director you will always be famous

- peacock is so fine if he was even a little good at his job I’d be obsessed with him (special shout out to the scene of him getting sent home on furlough)

- I could list out every one of their meaningful little moments together but really it’s babe and gene just tethering and grounding each other and how they seem to gravitate to each other out of blind instinct? that’s some Brontë whatever our souls are made of bullshit I’m afraid

- ok I know I said I wasn’t talking about little meaningful moments but gene staring across the convent at where babe is sitting, lost in the peace

-bull in replacements getting imprinted on by a bunch of baby ducks and being SO PLEASED ABOUT IT he’s not the stepfather, he’s the father that stepped up

- speaking of, the underutilization of bull in the back half is such an out of character bad call

- you are officers, you are grown ups, you oughta know. HE’S RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT AND THAT’S ON GENE BEING THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO TELL OFF WINTERS

- I know nix and winters are married and whatever but the real married couple behaviour is luz constantly pissing off joe and joe immediately letting it go

- lip and speirs and their mutual competency kink

- I’M REAL SORRY FRANK skinny ilysm

[del-stars]

jarty x sirius minific | 950 words | explicit | for @ecstarry & @v7lgar

Sirius is Uncomfortable. 

It’s one thing to hang out with James and his weird, abrasive boyfriend in group settings, but it has never been like this: just the three of them, sitting awkwardly in the bedroom that James and Barty share.

“Thanks,” Sirius mumbles, taking the joint from Barty’s outstretched hand. He takes a long hit, feeling the smoke burn at the back of his throat, then takes a sip of air to push it into his lungs. James plucks the joint from his fingers as he exhales, suppressing a cough. He quickly finds his water bottle next to him on the floor and swallows a few gulps. “No class today, Prongs?”

James shrugs at him from atop the bed. The room is becoming thick with smoke, both from their lungs and the incense burning in the corner. It’ll stink for days, but then again, Barty seems to just sort of... carry the scent with him. “Nah. Needed the afternoon off, anyway.”

Sirius nods. It’s Barty’s turn in the rotation now, and as usual, he’s taking his sweet time. “Hey, Jamie,” he says, joint between his lips, “fetch me a glass of water, will you?”

“Yeah, sure, babe,” James leans over and kisses Barty’s cheek before he goes, and Sirius tries desperately to suppress an eyeroll. Barty seems perfectly capable of fetching his own water, but James molds to his every whim. 

The door clicks shut behind James, to keep the smoke in. The moment it does, Barty leans toward Sirius, a few feet beneath him on the ground. “What are you doing on the floor?”

Keeping away from you, Sirius thinks. He doesn’t want to say that, of course, for fear of Barty’s unpredictable reaction, so he shrugs.

Barty leans back against the wall on the opposite side. He pats the space next to him, where James had just been. “Come sit up here.”

He really should say no— just say no, and have it be done— but his ass does hurt a little from sitting on the hardwood floor, and the bed seems really comfortable, and he feels oddly inclined to do what Barty tells him to. Against his better judgment, Sirius climbs into the bed and settles next to Barty, leaning against the wall.

It’s different, being in Barty’s gravity like this. Very suddenly, he understands why James keeps a loser like him around. Barty is hot— in the conventionally attractive way, sure, but also in the way that he doesn’t seem to give a shit about what anyone thinks, and how he commands the space around him with confidence.

“Better?” 

Sirius can’t find his voice. “Y-yeah.”

“I like you, Sirius.”

Sirius hates the effect this simple sentence has on him, sending a shock down his spine because, goddamnit, it feels so good to be liked. “You do?”

Barty tilts his chin forward, and Sirius realises how close they are. “Mhm.”

It’s horrible. The smoke is thick in the room, it’s too hot, Sirius shouldn’t have taken that last hit, and it’s horrible, because he’s overwhelmed by his own desire to kiss James’ boyfriend. Their faces are mere centimeters apart, and Sirius’ head is buzzing, and he should really just get up and leave because he’s got homework and a shift later and lots of things to do that aren’t staring at the lips of his best friend’s boyfriend.

“Come here.”

Sirius’ can’t help it. Barty says come, and so Sirius does, and then he’s kissing James’ boyfriend. It’s a disaster; it’s a mistake; it’s the greatest thing Sirius has ever done in his life. Barty attacks his mouth, fisting his hand in the back of Sirius’ hair. He comes at him all teeth and tongue, controlling every movement. Sirius allows himself to be taken there. 

It goes on for too long of a moment, both of them locked in their own little world, but then Barty starts to tip Sirius backward to lay him down. Sirius goes, and as he feels the mattress begin to dip under the addition of someone else’s weight, the back of his head hits something hard. His eyes fly open to the sight of James above him. Barty has laid him in James’ lap.

“Hi,” James smiles.

“Prongs, I—” Sirius is cut off by his own gasp as Barty descends onto his neck. 

James cradles his head. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Sirius holds James’ gaze, trying to search for some sign that this is wrong and horrible and should stop immediately, but it never comes. James just keeps smiling at him, sweetly, even as his boyfriend starts to unbutton Sirius’ jeans. 

Sirius only shuts his eyes once Barty swallows him down, face contorting as he moans. “There you go,” James coos above him, brushing a strand of hair from Sirius’ cheek. “You’re doing so good.”

Barty’s mouth is on him and James’ hands are in his hair and Sirius can hardly take it, hips being pressed into the mattress. “J-James—” he gasps, and before the name is fully out of his mouth, James is kissing him. He swallows every noise Sirius makes, licks over the expanse of his cheek, and even lets Sirius bite down on his lip as he cums down Barty’s throat. 

Sirius sits up on his elbows when it’s done, watching Barty wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He winks at Sirius, then redirects his gaze to James. “Told ya,” he says, before planting a wet kiss on James’ cheek and slinking out of the room.

“Told you what?” Sirius asks, still a bit bleary.

“Nothing,” James replies, tugging on Sirius’ shoulder until he’s resumed his position in James’ lap. “Sleep, Pads.”

Sirius complies.

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

George Michael - Freedom! '90 1990

"Freedom! '90" (also known simply as "Freedom!") is a song written, produced, and performed by English singer-songwriter George Michael. The "'90" added to the end of the title is to prevent confusion with a hit by Michael's former band Wham!, also entitled "Freedom". The song's backing beat is a sample from James Brown's song "Funky Drummer". It was the third single taken from his second solo album Listen Without Prejudice Vol. 1 (1990). The song was a major hit and peaked at number 8 on the US Billboard Hot 100. It refers to Michael's past success with Wham!, yet also shows a new side of himself as a new man, who is more cynical about the music business than he had been before.

Michael refused to appear in the music video for the song, directed by David Fincher, and cast a group of supermodels to appear instead; Naomi Campbell, Linda Evangelista, Tatjana Patitz, Christy Turlington, Cindy Crawford, John Pearson, Peter Formby, and Rafael Edholm, and fashion photographer Mario Sorrenti, and featured the destruction by fire and explosion of several icons from Michael's recent Faith period. It went into heavy rotation on MTV and was remastered for the 2017 documentary, George Michael: Freedom. Michael performed this song, alongside his 2012 single "White Light", during the closing ceremony of the 2012 London Olympics.

"Freedom!" received a total of 76,4% yes votes! Previous George Michael/Wham! polls: #62 "As", #108 "Everything She Wants".