#go forth and queue

[skwistokgetalongshirt]

I really miss being more active here, but there are some things that prevent me from actively being here rather than just running on a queue. It makes me sad how negative associations have kind of made me distance myself from the fandom and I've lost touch with a lot of friends that I've made. I'm trying to work on those things again, but it's so hard... I worry that maybe I won't be able to rekindle some of these friendships...

Hoping to be able to get back to writing and things soon. Miss you all <3

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Currently stuck between:

It would be hilarious if Jason got married to Roy and adopted Lian without saying a single word to any member of the Batfam.

Mostly because he's a piece of shit (affectionate and derogatory), but he's also a super private person when it comes to his relationships and the concept of privacy might as well be Greek to his weirdo/clingy af family, so fuck them (affectionate and derogatory).

OR

It would be hilarious if Jason immediately texted Bruce a photo of his marriage license and the adoption papers right after they all leave the courthouse with the caption: Congrats on becoming a grandfather and then just trashed the phone.

Jason proceeds to only refer to Bruce as "Gramps" or "Grandpa Wayne" whenever they're in the same room together.

He also keeps asking Batman where his cane is whenever they cross paths on patrol.

[stardustedstories]

So this is basically Cerberus. A BIG ole Great Dane with ears that stick up. But y’know, three heads, at least sometimes. Sometimes he's three dogs instead. The myths go back and forth, and so can he. Like his masters, he can also take on various shapes as he likes, though he tends to stick to dog-shapes.  His job is to keep souls in, and he basically does it by forcing them to play with him. 

[sanchoyo]

sometimes i come on here to write 'au where my ocs-' type posts then i realize because they're my characters it doesnt have to be an au. it can be real. because it is my story and there are no rules except the ones I set for myself. the world is a beautiful place...

[daybreakrising]

@resolutepath: "I assume you have another descent for me?" The director of the Fatui has only one purpose in calling him in, and that is to arrange another venture into The Abyss, seeking an answer to a question he is not privy to. His unique compostion simply makes him a more valuable asset than most for such ventures, and while it at least provides something interesting for a while. "Is there something specific I'm looking for or just observations?" (Scaramouche to Pierro)

He stands with back turned to the door, hands clasped behind him. He is a resolute figure, unyielding, powerful. His mere presence commands attention, even from those who share no great respect for authority. To stand at the head of this chaotic collective of assertive individuals - this bickering group of children - and maintain order is no easy task.

Some are easier to control than others. Scaramouche is... a wild card. One he needs to keep a careful eye upon. "You assume correctly." He turns, at last, and fixes his gaze upon the puppet. Having someone with as unique a construction as The Balladeer has proven to be of great benefit.

"Just report on anything you find or experience, as always." There are still things he cannot share with the Harbingers. Answers he seeks only for his own pursuit of information. Scaramouche asks the silent question every time, and every time it goes unanswered. "There is still much to be learned from simple observations."

[unspeakable3]

I really need you to elaborate on "Rule" being the correct nickname for Regulus lol

idk if it's like, universal, but

i went to st andrews uni and one of the halls was named after st regulus who used to knock about that way being a monk or whatever and his nickname was rule! there's a teetery tottery tower there called st rule's tower that i climbed up on graduation ✨

(st regulus hall was also colloquially called regs so!!!)

st regulus hall:

st rule's tower:

[stoatsaturday]

WHEN I SAY I'LL GET USED TO A WORLD WITHOUT YOU BUT I'D RATHER JOIN YOU IN HELL

[sunvine-sunavalon]

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[tvonq]

i had a dream that mark was looking like a beefcake on stage and was performing a new song with all these red lights and backup dancers

[furibond]

[points excitedly] this is it this is the post that got stuck on my queue from dec 31 until now! i will miss seeing it there but at least now u all know. baby cats. very cute

baby cats very cute

[evntualities]

that game made me so sad i had to hide in drafts for a while. on the bright side, drafts are done, so there's that

[sasouken]

tomura + kusatta

                               "you. . ." she runs to him, small arms wrapping around his legs. he had been there with the others when she had been. . . rescued? but she remembers him. ". . . you look like me," she says quietly, hiding behind one of his legs, "so. . . you can't be bad, right? did. . . they hurt you too?"

[panticwritten]

I'm putting my soul on the line with this one but Bones of Black Marrow by oxfordRoulette. It's one of those fics that I knew it was a terrible porn with plot fic going into it but like. The plot is intense. 'Supernatural being will genuinely love you and will still wring you out and smother you until you die and you cant even be mad because its in the nature of the being' all wrapped up in House of Leaves level of editing and formatting. i asked for this i asked for this i asked for this over and over and flashes of fear when you see what the thing is doing to you and when its all over can you forgive it? for all the things it has done in the past just because it wants to be better in the future just for you all for you?

we were banned from talking about it in a discord server because it kept dominating the nsfw channel's conversation. i was disappointed because i just wanted to talk about the overarching themes. the formatting changed the way i think about storytelling and the way the plot distills changed the way i think about writing relationships and the essence of choice in a story

fuck it everyone tell me about one fanfic which has changed your brain chemistry

[korinthiakos]

@dragcnflame had sent this in: “I think, in a past life, you were a rich old lady.” (SHIT IVE SAID TO MY CATS) saying this while knowing ur dad was created further back than you can comprehend | SHIT IVE SAID TO MY CATS. ( accepting !! )

"——...Old?" Their eyebrows pinched together, pretending to be offended. "I would very much be a rich lady, dominating the human world with my confidence and appearance. Destroy misogyny. I wouldn't be old, because I can never technically be old-- even in past lives. But I would be a strong figure. I bet you were a powerful person in your past life-- If you dream of another life, then that could've been yours in the past. Or you could've been a squirrel being chased around by a dog, who knows."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Seeing Stars 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Summary: You struggle to be star struck by the world's most famous super soldiers. (grumpy!short!reader)

Note: Guess this is happening.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The lights, the noise, the crowd, it's all a bit much. You move out of the way of another Red, or, Black Widow cosplayer only to nearly bump into a rather short but broad Thor. At least, you think you have those right. You don't know. Bonita is more into this stuff. You're more here for moral support, or more realistically, to carry her bags.

Didn't she tell you she was trying to cut down her spending? You've already tallied up more than you'd spend on groceries on a single poster and a bobblehead hero. Which one was that? The one with the metal arm…

You jostle against Bonita to keep from brushing against a stranger. You're not much for human contact as it is, but you'd rather it be here than that guy in the Spiderboy outfit doing twirls. You can respect the passion but it's all over the top. Someone's going to get hurt.

"Alright, signature time!" Bonita claps her hands and leads you over to a long queue behind a velvet cord. A man in black asks for her VIP pass. She shows it and you see the not so subtle total on the receipt; $500! That's robbery. These Stark Industries-issued heroes don't need all that.

You keep your grumbles to yourself and cross your arms to follow her. The man stops you too. You reel back and give him a glower.

"Relax, I'm carrying milady's things," you raise the bag and bobblehead. "I'm not interested in having a class photo."

"Please, sir, she's not really into any of this," Bonita adds with a cute smile. He considers her and drops his shoulders. He waves you through.

You shuffle along with the line of bodies. You lean to the side as you try to see the front. It zigzags back and forth. You're going to be here forever.

"Why couldn't Mo come with again?" You drone.

"Because he's a butthead," she whines. "Couldn't even pay me back for getting the tickets on pre-sale so he can miss out!"

"I didn't pay either," you mutter.

"Yes, but you're more fun. My brother's spoiled. He deserves it."

You nod and move with her as the queue shifts again. It's easy for her to come out and spend all this money. She still lives at home. You're not judging her but she also doesn't seem ashamed of it either. As happy as you'd been when you got out on your own, you sometimes wonder what it'd be like to have people to fall back on.

"It's going to be so cool. I got a photo with both of them! EEEEE!" Her squeal has you touching your earlobes.

"Both of them," you nod dully.

"Captain America and the Winter Soldier," she exclaims and claps her hands. "Do you think they'll like my outfit?"

You look her up and down. She wears a star-spangled corset and a red and white striped skirt. She's like an excitable flag. You shrug. "It's cute, but you must be cold in here," you peer up at the high-ceilings and the fans swirling the air around.

"Nope! Too excited," she assures you.

"Cool."

You might not be into any of this but you try to be a supportive friend. Bonita's a bit flighty but she's not a bad person. Really, you admire how into things she gets. You have your things but she's about as interested in those as you are in super soldiers.

She chatters on about the photo. Do you think they'll sign it too? Oh, she needs to put it right above her desk. Obviously, it's going to be her phone background. You nod and peer around vaguely.

She thrives in place likes these. Bright, loud, and chaotic. You'll take something warm to drink and a book. She'll join you if you throw in some face masks and the like.

It's more than hour before you're in sight of the front table. Your feet hurt from standing mostly in one spot. You stretch your neck one-way than the other as you near the head of the line. You stand right by the stanchion where the cord opens.

Someone emerges from behind the curtain and you have to quickly step out the bouncing soldier's way. Is it considered stolen valour or an homage? As you move, your elbow hits someone else and you spin to face the unexpected figure.

"Oh," the man catches your elbow as you look up at him. Dark beard, dark hair past his chin, wide shoulders, and straight posture. His blue eyes seem familiar. "Sorry, miss. I'm just trying to get back to my station."

You sidle closer to Bonita as she gasps. The man brushes his fingertips down your sleeve as he passes and heads for the table. He stops to speak with the person handing out merch then proceeds behind the curtain where the flashes have been steadily flickering behind.

"Gosh, can you believe that?"

"Believe what?" You stare after him.

"That was him. Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier," she exclaims. You blink at her and she scoffs.

"God, you're so lame. I can't believe you had no idea."

"I dunno," you pop your shoulders up and down. "Not my thing but that's cool."

"Oop!" She hops on her toes as the person at the table calls for the next in line, "that's me."

"Have fun," you say as you move aside with her haul.

She skips up to the table and shows her phone again. She takes the SWAG they offer her as they explain the next step and point behind the curtain. As she disappears behind it, you hear her squeal. You wonder if super soldiers have super hearing. That must've hurt.

You sway as you wait. Your name cuts through the air as you space out staring at a banner and you look over as Bonita waves from behind the curtain. You hesitantly cross the floor, expecting to be stopped.

"They want you to join!" She says.

"What?" You stop a foot away from her head as it appears to float between the curtains.

"Sure. They said why not? Since you waited in line."

"Oh, no that's… fine. I'll stay out here."

"Come on," she huffs and grabs your wrist, dragging you through. "Here she is!"

You step through and scan the space. There's the photographer patiently waiting behind the camera. Across from the lens, two large men stand with smiles that you can tell are all for show. This is a paid appearance for them.

"Hey, how about it?" The blond asks and beckons you over.

"I guess if you want me too, Bonnie," you say to your friend without acknowledge the man you know to be Captain America.

She brings you over with her and stands you between her and the brown-haired sidekick. Bucky steps closer and you wince as his hand goes to your lower back. You suppose it's normal given that you're getting photos but you want nothing more than to growl at him.

"Alright, everyone set?" The photographer looks at the camera and adjusts the lens. "Smile."

The flash goes as you refuse to follow orders. You're not much on smiling. You stand there like a mannequin as your vision speckles from the light.

"Oh, Steve, um, will you pick me up for the next one?" Bonita asks. You cringe and step away from Bucky's hand. He looms close as you squirm.

"Sure," Steve accepts breezily. He lifts her with no effort at all as you give a skeptical look.

"How about you?" Bucky touches your arm again and you draw away reflexively.

"No thanks," you curl your shoulders inward as you try to shrink down. "I'm good."

"Alright," the photographer says, "everyone together."

"Um, I think I'm going to step out, actually--"

Too late. Bucky puts his arm over your shoulders and crowds you as Bonita poses in Steve's arms. Your eyes round in horror and the camera blinds you again. She's really going to owe you for this one.