#i can't wait to write all day

[wandixx]

one-shot snippet

Duke was running out of fumes to run on. The last few days would be exhausting if it was just vigilante or just civilian stuff but no, he had to have it both. Because of Arkham break out, he had been called in three nights in a row, not for a whole patrol but he couldn't exactly sleep it off during the day like others did, especially not in a week when every teacher decided they needed to have test or quiz or what not. Naps meant he wasn't as sleep-deprived as he could be but he needed far more. But he couldn't because crime in Gotham never sleeps so he had normal patrol to finish and there were about two hours left.

Would something bad happen if he just stopped for a moment and laid on a roof? Ten up to fifteen minutes. It was a slow day too…

Yeah, no, he deserved a moment to rest and if something disastrous was to happen in the meantime he would shame other Bats for not giving him enough time to sleep.

It certainly said something that he found gravel covering this roof to be quite comfortable. He set a timer for ten minutes and let himself close his eyes.

When the loud screech of the timer jolted him awake, he was suddenly fully aware that he wasn't alone anymore. He sat up a little too quickly.

"Oh, you're awake" white white-haired girl around Damian's age chimed, sitting cross-legged just a few feet away from him. She wore something that could only be described as a lab safety hazmat suit, white and black with popping green accents. When had Gotham gotten a new vigilante/villain/whoever the girl was? "Good, I just returned from a snack hunt," she added, gesturing at a big textile bag lying next to her. Duke didn't have enough brainpower to do anything more than ask.

"What?"

The girl shrugged, take-out from BatBurger in her hand.

"You look like you have a bad day if not a few days, so I've got you my cousin's bad day combo or at least the closest thing I could. BatBurger burger isn't as good as NastyBurger but you certainly have better fries" As she spoke, a second take-out bag, 1 liter bottle of energy drink, juice bottle of the same size, and pack of convenience store brownies joined greasy paper bag sealed with a sticker.

"Is your cousin a speedster?" Excuse Duke, it was a totally valid question, he saw with his bare eyes both Wally West and Bart Allen when they visited Manor. No one else would be able to stomach the amount of food they inhaled during their stays.

"Nah, we're not that fast or that hungry. Though I think I may get closer to the speed of sound." So, clearly, a meta if white hair and weir aura that let his eyes rest weren't enough indication "My cousin when he has a bad few days often forgets to eat so this combo has to help with there too. But I'll steal your fries of course."

Duke was not going to look a gift horse in the teeth, so he grabbed one bag and tore it open. There was a classic combo with bigger fries and NightWings inside.

"Thank you…" he trailed off, hoping that the girl would take a clue and introduce herself but she didn't. She just drowned her fries in ketchup and started munching. She had her own juice.

"My cousin always said that each part of this combo has a different purpose." she explained instead, slightly muffled because of the fries in her mouth "This" she gestured towards the fast food meal "is to soothe your stomach. This "she tapped energy drink "is to soothe your brain and kick it back online. This "she raised a bottle of juice "is to soothe your taste buds because energy drinks are war crime against them and this "she nudged brownies "is to soothe your heart because Ancients damn it, this day is awful and you deserve it. At least that's what he told me when I had day bad enough to deserve that" she shrugged, licking ketchup of her finger. Suddenly she froze "You aren't allergic, are you?

"No, I'm not" he confessed bewildered.

"Good"

For a long moment, they sat in silence, devouring food the little girl brought. Duke distantly wondered if this was how the night shift spent their snack breaks. It felt nice.

He was finishing his part of the brownies when the girl spoke up again.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," he was a little surprised to realize that t it was true. He'll have to note down what she put in this 'bad day combo'. "Thank you"

"Don't mention it." she shrugged with a general gesture of dismissal "You're one of my cousin's favorite heroes because you're vaguely his age and handle Gotham alone during the day and I quote "She did honest or God air quotes at that" 'As only hero in Amity-' which is a lie by the way, Val is doing great and even if he suddenly got problem with how she feels about his alter ego, he still has Sam and Tuck even if they're usually more of moral support. And I helped when I visited, so no, he isn't the only one. Anyway as he said 'As the only hero in Amity, my heart goes out for anyone who deals with this type of bullshit so Dani if you absolutely have to prank heroes, leave them out of it, especially Signal, he can't be older than Jazz, he doesn't need any more mess to handle.' All aliens and lanterns are also off-limits because he is a space nerd. But you aren't space-related so I'm like 80% percent sure he has a celebrity crush on you" She slurped more juice, unbothered.

Duke was thankful he wasn't swallowing anything because for sure she would choke. He took a split second to consider addressing… this whole situation and choose against it. He was not ready to be anyone's celebrity crush.

"Your name is Danny?" he asked instead.

"Dani" she corrected" with an I"

"Ok. It's nice to meet you Dani-with-an-I" She giggled, nodding her head slightly.

"It's nice to meet you too Signal"

Duke stood up, stretching a little. Dani joined him after hastily putting all the trash in her bag. She was a little higher than expected.

"I have to get back to my patrol"

"Cool," she drifted back a bit, making him realize that she was floating a few inches above the ground. She fixed her bag on her arm.

"Hey, can I hang out a little bit more? My cousin will go green out of jealousy when I tell him" she added with a mischievous smirk but Duke could tell there was more to it. He took a moment to consider it, which apparently made the girl nervous "I can be invisible the whole time, like before." she offered, disappearing in the meantime. He could still tell where she was, because of her heat signature, and aura but for regular people, she would be no different than the surrounding air.

"Yeah, you can hang around and you don't have to be invisible. Just don't get in my way when I have to actually do some fighting."

She popped back to the visible spectrum and pouted like Damian whenever he got benched.

" I can fight, y'know? I stopped mugging on a snack run."

It was ten goddamn minutes, how could she get so much food and stop a mugging in such a short time?!

Oh, right, superspeed. Still, impressive.

"I haven't seen it" he started, channeling all Dick-trying-to-wrangle-Damian-into-socially-acceptable-activity' energy he could muster "So I don't know how you fight or even what powers you have. If we tried to fight together we would trip over each other" It was a bare-faced lie, Bat Training made sure of that but he knew for a fact that if he said anything else, the girl would be mad and probably did her own thing.

Was that what Bruce thought about all of them?

Oh no.

Dani still looked displeased but after a moment of consideration, she nodded with a defeated sigh.

Suddenly she straightened like she got struck by lightning and whipped around.

"Wha-"

She just shushed raising her finger to her mouth. Duke did indeed quieten.

"I have enhanced hearing" she whispered "There is a mugging somewhere this way."

"Let's go then" he shot his grapple, waving his other hand at Dani to come with him before he jumped off the roof. He heard the girl giggle as she flew right after him.

" After this, you'll show me the coolest gargoyles, okay? Sam asked for photos"

"Okay"

It seemed that the end of this patrol wouldn't be as bad as the start was. Hopefully.

And afterward, he was going to lock himself in his room until the sky fell or he was well rested.

Yeah, that was a good plan.

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how do you like it?

[evilkitten3]

naruto crack au where kakashi manages to successfully drill the "never abandon your comrades" thing into team seven's heads

so when sasuke deserts naruto and sakura immediately desert with him. like he gets to the village gates and they're just waiting for him bags packed like "what took u so long we doing this or what"

he tries to get them to go back bc of course he does. "no you losers this is about me i'm going to kill my brother. also i'll have to kill my best friend for the super sharingan and you two are like the only people i talk to". but they do not listen. teamwork sasuke we will defeat your brother (OUR brother #communism) with the power of teamwork. just like kakashi-sensei said

suddenly orochimaru has to deal with three horrible little goblins with an even more codependent relationship than his old team

[heyimkana]

my hands: writing fluffy scenes with megumi ♡ ♥💕❤😘 

my mind:

[berryless]

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Ren [REDACTED] from @14dayswithyou Fan SoundTrack

(cover edited from official blog related pictures)

Spotify | YouTube Music | Yandex Music

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American Authors — What We Live For

We're taking off, woo This is what I live for Baby, you're my open road You can take me anywhere the wind blows Right into the great unknown We can throw our hands up out the window This is what we live for Hey! We look up at the stars A perfect night to dream with you Got 90's retro on the radio, our favorite tune (Hey!) I put the pedal to the metal just to laugh with you It's interstellar, when it's just us two

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Где Фантом? — Я тебя люблю

А на кухне суп мой стынет, в голове одно: "Я тебя люблю" Мяч гоняю по двору, в голове одно: "Я тебя люблю" Сны хорошие и плохие, в голове одно: "Я тебя люблю" В этом городе где-то ходи��ь, всё никак тебя не найду

Rough translation:

My soup's going cold in the kitchen, my mind goes, "I love you." Playing ball in the yard, my mind goes, "I love you." Dreaming good dreams and bad dreams, my mind goes, "I love you." You're walking around in this town, I can't find you.

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Mosimann, Joe Cleere — Never Let You Go

All my faith All my love In a pile Light it up Things I'd burn To keep you warm And in the storm I'll never let you go, oh-oh

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Deepend, Phil Soda, Lono — I Hate Everyone But You

Been everywhere, searching for something that ain't there I been wandering, and I don't know what's wrong with me So sick and tired, these people leave me uninspired 'Cause no one else could ever bring me to my knees I don't want nobody else in my bed Rather talk with you instead Or maybe it's just all in my head What should I do? I try to find someone new But I hate everyone but you It's true And I don't mean to be so rude I hate everyone but you

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Cinema Bizarre — Deeper and Deeper

I'm fallin' deeper and deeper Getting sweeter and sweeter You can't obscure desire 'Cause you learn as it grows It's so strong It lingers on Forever

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Нервы — Волшебная

Ты - солнце, ты - звёзды Ты, ты, ты точно не Земля Ты сложна, ты, ты, ты, ты так просто Но кто с тобой я Мы гуляем по краям Бессконечно нежная Не чужая, не моя Но ты волшебная

Rough translation:

You're the sun, you're the stars You, you, you, you're definitely not Earth You're complicated, you, you, you, you're so easy But who am I with you. We walk on the edges Endlessly tender Not a stranger, not mine But you're magical

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Мумий Тролль — Фантастика

Осталось никаких сомнений Похоже, счастлив я И не слегка

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Всё это ты! И ты – не привидение Фантастика, фантастика! Неужто мы Остаёмся вместе навека, навека?

Rough translation:

No doubts left It seems I'm happy And not just somewhat

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It's all you! And you're not an illusion Fantastic, fantastic! Are we Staying together forever, forever?

Official translation:

I have no doubts, no hesitation Secure in who I am Everything's all right

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And because of you One word whispered Fantastica, fantastic Our love is true Tangled up together Our galaxy The stars I give to you

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All that we dream Comes true in this moment I'll keep you warm and safe Never let you go

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Who's Molly? — Until I Found You

I didn't know what life was till' I found you Am I wasting my time? Until I found you Going out of my mind Until I found you I need you back here tonight I didn't know what life was till I found you Oh, until I found you

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ТОКИО — Если Да

Я смотрю в твои глаза И тону в своей любви Я прошу лишь слово Если ты готова Пусть об этом скажут губы твои

Если да - тогда все звёзды в твоих руках Тогда все улицы в облаках именем твоим Если да - мы не расстанемся никогда Мы будем вместе с тобой всегда если да Всё зависит от тебя

Rough translation:

I look into your eyes And I'm drowning in my love I only ask for a word If you're ready Let your lips speak for you

If yes, then all the stars are in your hands Then all the streets are in the clouds in your name If yes, we will never part We will always be together if so It all depends on you

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Muse — I Belong To You

I can't find the words to say They're overdue I've traveled half the world to say I belong to you

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Weezer — Happy Together

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you For all my life When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue For all my life

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Звери — Не Важно

Не важно, кто спутал маршруты Кто кинул нас круто Кто впарил нам жажду Однажды я стану минутой Я стану минутой твоей каждой!

Rough translation:

It doesn't matter who tangled the routes Who screwed us over Who duped us to thirst One day I'll be a minute I'll be every minute of your life

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Cody Fry — I Hear a Symphony

I used to hear a simple song That was until you came along You took my broken melody And now I hear a symphony

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Dневник Dжессики — Когда ты улыбаешься

Ночь выжигает мои пьяные мысли Видишь, как небо над нами зависло? Сколько мне ждать, когда ты успокоишься? Вниманье твоё — это моя утопия

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Когда ты улыбаешься, ноги подгибаются Тело рассыпается, планета взрывается Когда ты улыбаешься, когда ты улыбаешься

Rough translation:

The night burns away my drunken thoughts See how the sky hangs over us? How long do I have to wait for you to calm down? Your attention is my utopia.

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When you smile, my legs buckle My body crumbles, the planet explodes When you smile, when you smile

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STERVELL — Вот Увидишь

Ночь, гроза И я ревную тебя к ветрам Что могут обнимать тебя Дождь, а я Всё так же ревную к его каплям Целующим твои глаза

Rough translation:

Night, thunderstorm And I'm jealous of the winds That can embrace you The rain, and I'm Still jealous of its drops Kissing your eyes

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Matt Maltese — As The World Caves In

Oh, it's you that I lie with As the atom bomb locks in Yes, it's you I welcome death with As the world, as the world caves in

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Земфира — Кто?

В руки твои умру, в руки твои опять Не долетевший Икар.

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Кто показал тебе звезды утром? Кто научил тебя видеть ночью? Кто, если не я? Я, я всегда буду за тобой Я, я всегда буду за тебя Нет, не отпущу

Rough translation:

Into your hands I'll die, into your hands again Icarus who didn't make it

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Who showed you the stars in the morning? Who taught you to see at night? Who else but me? I, I'll always be behind you. I, I'll always be for you. No, I won't let go.

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Три Дня Дождя — Где Ты

Ты не знаешь меня даже по имени Но я снова у тебя за спиной Ты задела всё живое внутри меня И одна шагаешь снова домой (домой)

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Я сделал бы тело себе из твоего запаха Я двери сносил бы с петель, чтоб ты заплакалаЯ Продал бы душу, затем отнял обратно Чтоб ты любила меня неадекватного

Rough translation:

You don't even know my name But I'm right behind you again You've impacted every living part inside of me And you're walking home alone

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I'd make a body for myself out of your scent I'd tear doors off their hinges to make you cry I'd sell my soul, then take it back So you'd love a madman like me

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Три Дня Дождя — Иду За Тобой

Отведи меня туда, где потеплее Я держу тебя за руку, и губы немеют Ты бы знала, как я сильно не хочу домой Тебя касаюсь и жалею, что живой Я иду за тобой по лесам Ищу тебя по коридорам, серым этажам Я предвкушаю, как я скоро всё тебе отдам Убей меня, наблюдая, как схожу с ума, в поисках себя

Rough translation:

Take me somewhere warmer I hold your hand and my lips go numb If only you knew how much I don't want to go home I touch you and regret I'm alive I follow you through the woods Looking for you through the corridors, the gray floors I'm anticipating how soon I'll give you my everything Kill me by watching me go crazy, searching for myself

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Saint Motel — Sweet Talk

You're probably not aware That I'm even here Well, you might not know I exist But I don't even care Sweet talk Everything you say It sounds like Sweet talk to my ears You could yell "Piss off! Won't you stay away?" It'd still be Sweet talk to my ears

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Моя Дорогая — Моя Дорогая

Моя дорогая, я не так далеко Ты можешь убить меня, не обнимая Моя дорогая...

Rough translation:

My dear, I'm not that far away, You can kill me without embracing me, My dear…

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IVEMBR — Реплики и Роли

Оставим реплики и роли Героям посредственных фильмов Рядом с тобой я свободен Твой звонкий смех — моя сила

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Озеро глаз твоих плачет Слёзы реками впадают В этих глазах всё без фальши К этим глазам меня тянет

Rough translation:

Let's leave the lines and the roles To mediocre movies' heroes With you, I'm free Your clear laughter is my strength

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The lake of your eyes is weeping Tears flow in rivers Those eyes reflect no falsehoods Those eyes draw me in

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Перемотка — Как Тебя Покорить

Как тебя покорить Как тебя покорить не знаю я Не проходит без этой мысли дня Не проходит и дня

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Просыпаюсь и вновь Дышу я тобой Живу я тобой Живу я тобой

Rough translation:

How to win you over I don't know how to win you over Not a day goes by without that thought Not a day goes by

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I wake up and again I breathe (because of) you I live (because of) you I live (because of) you

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Imagine Dragons — Follow You

You know I got your number, number all night I'm always on your team, I got your back, alright Taking those, taking those losses if it treats you right I wanna put you into the spotlight

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I will follow you way down wherever you may go I'll follow you way down to your deepest low I'll always be around wherever life takes you You know I'll follow you

[fuckinart]

(they'll never understand) How could I ever understand? No, I don't have to understand. I don't wanna understand. So I will never understand. (we could have everything)

[souenkun]

I won't ever stop laughing at how sweet lance and lyra's interaction with ethan is... and then there's silver lmaooo 😭🤚 his seiyuu (yuki ono) nails this line!!! 🤣💖

For context, here' their translated lines with ethan:

Lance: with ethan, I can go all out!

Lyra: with ethan, no matter who the opponent is, I won't get scared!

Silver: ethan, you're coming with me!

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[johnnystorms]

avengers twilight!steve, on regrets, memories and tony stark. written post-avengers twilight #002. stevetony.

Steve has a lot of regrets. Tony—not the real one, the best friend he lost on the day he lost everything, but the one he keeps in his head, his mind’s best attempt at a ghost of the person he misses most—says that’s inevitable, living as long as Steve has.

C’mon, Cap, he says, smiling that way his Tony used to: eyes as bright as the future he was always talking about, everything in him shining. Or maybe that’s just how he looked to Steve, young enough back then to not yet have blinked the stars from his eyes. You live long enough, you run the risk of anything outweighing the good memories. His smile fades, not enough to disappear, but to become something smaller, quieter. Tinged with something requiring care. Do me a favour, handsome. Try not to let that happen to you.

Steve doesn’t like disappointing Tony Stark, not even the one dreamed up inside his head, but he thinks it might be too late on that front.

If someone asked for a list of regrets, he’d have to give that wry, hoarse laugh that makes him sound as old as he feels, and say, Nobody has time to listen to all that. If someone had asked Tony, he’d have a breathtakingly clever quip or an outpouring of guilt, depending on his mood, and who had asked. If it had been Steve, maybe both. Matt would have thought about it, long and hard, and disappeared to a confession booth. Peter – Jessica – Logan – Carol – all of them, he thinks, would have their own laundry list of hauntings, justified or otherwise.

That’s the name of the game, he thinks. You have to take the wins for what they are, but it doesn’t make the losses any lighter to bear. Steve’s posture isn’t what it used to be, even with the Defenders’ replicated super soldier serum in his veins, but his shoulders were shaking under the crushing weight of all his mistakes long before his age caught up to his body.

Janet isn’t here anymore to ask, but he doesn’t know what she’d say. It’s not that he thinks she has no regrets—even outside of the hero business, that’s a tall order for anyone—so much as that’s not how he remembers her. When he thinks of Janet van Dyne, he thinks of her deft fingers readjusting the lapel of the suit she designed and Tony cajoled him into; he thinks of her tinkling laugh almost being swallowed up by Thor’s booming one, the two of them bent double at the disgruntled expression Clint was shooting their way one golden night back when the world knew what heroes were meant to be; and he thinks of her clever, smiling mouth, and the way nobody could ever resist smiling right back. Steve had been no exception.

He misses it so fiercely it burns. Jan’s smile and Thor’s relentless steadiness and even Peter’s terrible jokes as he chased the Human Torch around the city. Carol’s quick fists and Jessica’s quick thinking and Natasha’s quick draw, and the time the three of them had a punch-up contest with the Thing that ended in an exasperated Tony footing the bill to the city and Johnny cackling as Sue dressed down Ben for his part in it. Luke’s laughter as he slung his arm over Danny’s shoulder and Jessica Jones taking photos of the two of them and Logan and Bobbi in the corner, trading tales of Hawkeye’s Greatest Hits: Indecent Exposure edition.

And Tony—always, always Tony. The press of him against Steve’s side, a reassuring line of heat, like, hey, you’re not alone anymore. You’re not cold anymore. You have a team. You have me. His tired eyes and easy smile and razor-sharp wit, even half-dead on his feet. The late nights where Steve coaxed him out of his lab with a hot drink and the promise of conversation, the early mornings where Steve would wear a worried frown and say, you should really sleep more, Tony, and Tony would grin at him and say, and give up these early mornings where you bring me coffee and those big blue eyes of yours? Never, and Steve would sigh, but there would be something fond tugging at the corner of his lips, and Tony would look all pleased with himself, animated in a way no caffeine fix could ever cause, and Steve would want—

Steve swallows.

You’re drifting, baby. It’s Jan’s voice, that classic combination of fond amusement and concern that Clint used to perk up at being addressed with and Tony used to call the van Dyne special, all those years ago. God, Steve misses them all. He aches with wanting. You’re drifting. Bring it back home, Steve. Start with the most important bit. Let’s take it from the top.

There isn’t a team to report to anymore. It is not a new fact, a new thought, but every time, it hits him like a concrete block to the ribs.

There isn’t a team to report to anymore, but Steve Rogers breathes in, and thinks about it anyway. Take it from the top. The most important things.

How the tables turn, Tony says. He’s the only one Steve keeps. All his other ghosts flit in and out of his head, coming and going like the tides, but Tony is the forever haunting. The only one his mind holds onto on a permanent basis. D’you remember, oh, all the way back near the start -- one time you asked me if it got exhausting, thinking so much.

Steve remembers. Steve has never forgotten anything Tony Stark gave him, be it physical or a vow or just the smallest memory that wasn’t intended as a secret but became one in Steve’s desperate hands. The world has taken so much from him, from all of them, ever since H-day. He can’t talk about Tony, because what if the world takes that from him too?

How the tables turn, Tony says again, soft in that way most people didn’t believe Tony Stark could be. Steve knew, though. Steve’s always known. You look exhausted, Steve. Don’t let it be so big. Just -- right now, right at this moment. What’s the call, Cap?

That was what Tony had said that day, Steve remembers. The world was on fire, and about to become a whole lot colder, and they didn’t know that, didn’t know anything about what was to come, just that this was it, this was the moment, this was the do or die, and Tony had stood at his shoulder, the armour a familiar comfort against Steve’s side, and asked, What’s the call, Cap?

An itemised list of all of Steve Rogers’ regrets would take too long, and a ranked list of all time would be impossible to decide upon when Steve has such a long memory and even longer history.

So, in its stead, Steve thinks, he’ll give Tony the right now.

STEVE ROGERS’ TOP THREE REGRETS RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT, 0142HRS, DEC 31 20XX, COUNTING DOWN:

3. Rosa. He’d deserved the slap. He’d deserved a lot of things, really. He’d had good years with Rosa; years of her no-nonsense love, of her careful hands, of the way she looked at him in the quiet of the night with all the warmth their little home could hold, like she still saw something worth believing in him. Maybe she did. He thinks she probably did. His wife was a lot of things, most of them good, but above all else, she was never a liar.

He’s sorry he blew up her life. He’s sorrier about that than the fact he blew up their life together, but that’s always the way it goes with him, isn’t it? There’s nothing he’s felt he had to keep more than the shield. It’s not that they matter less to him—God help him, but it’s not about the love. There’s never been a lack of love—but to his bones, to his core, he’s always been the guy who wants to stand up and help. If the fight needs to be had, he’s going to stand there, fists up, no matter who he is, no matter how old he is. No matter how super he is.

He knew that about himself a long time ago. Maybe if he’d stopped pretending that had changed, Rosa wouldn’t be stuck here now.

2. It’s a little one, in the scheme of things, but it also feels more important than almost anything else at this moment. He wishes he’d touched Matt, that last time they saw each other. Gone are the days where Steve would clasp his friends by the hand, something lost to time and loneliness and gradually brittled bones, but he wishes desperately that he’d clasped his hand to Matt’s shoulder one last time. Just a moment. Just enough for some phantom warmth on his palms, a tangible ghost of Daredevil, not just something dreamed up by his mind in the moments when losing almost everyone he’s ever trusted is insurmountable.

1. He doesn’t know where to begin with this one. H-day. The way it went down. Peter bleeding out in front of him. James Stark growing up without his parents, the best of them both twisted into something Steve can’t look at directly without feeling hopeless, helpless. Clint’s arrow snapped in half, a crater where the Thing should be. His last sight of Reed Richards, stretching further than he’d ever seen before as he reached out desperately towards his wife. Tony’s voice in his ear: what’s the call, Cap?

And that’s what it comes down to, isn’t it? His biggest regret. This one, he suspects wouldn’t change even if it was an all-time list. Tony Stark, the vibrant, blaring truth of him. Something Steve misses so desperately that when the world forced him to live without him, he made up a version of him to keep in his head forever.

It’s more similar to #2 than he thought. He has so many regrets, and so many of them are about Tony Stark—about that day, about missing people, about loving people and losing them because of the fight, whether they were lost in the fight or he left them behind to join it—but more than anything, he thinks he misses the feeling of Tony’s hand in his, pulling him in close, arm going around Steve’s shoulder to draw him into a hug.

I’m not half as good at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you, Tony says, years ago, so far away from this moment that it might as well have been another world, and Steve, old and jaded and lonely and tired and missing the person he loves best so fiercely it aches in his lungs, thinks, You and me both, Tony. You and me both.

You and me. You and me. You and me.

-

(When the dossier falls open in front of him, with a blueprint of a tank and photos of him—photos of Tony, and even Tony in pieces makes Steve ache with something he thought had long been buried—spill out, let’s get it from the world’s smartest man, Tony Stark echoing in his ears—

Steve, for a moment, wants to throw up.

Then his jaw sets.

All right, Tony, he thinks. He doesn’t know if he’s addressing the ghost in his head, or the one in the tank, or some nebulous third thing, a Hail Mary thrown to the universe, some last passage of faith he thought he’d forgotten. What’s the call? You and me. That’s the call. I’m getting you out of there.

I’m bringing you home.)

[sskk-manifesto]

“We don't get to choose not ot live on the spinning rock we call Earth” is such a raw quote you'd think it was from classic literature author Kenji Miyazawa but actually it's from Kenji Miyazawa BungouStrayDogs

[adamsrcnan]

gonna write a fic about kevin telling james about how riko broke his hand. who's excited???

[blue-thief]

it's been so long since i've properly sat down to read a fic im gonna be ill /pos

[kevindavidday]

to be good: chapter 3

[cerise-on-top]

hello!!!

so as I was reading your work for HAL, I came up with this idea. What if after HAL tells his s/o what he did to the crew, they instead don’t care and chose to not disconnect him? Maybe even plan on starting a life together in the ship on Mars??? UGH SO MANY SCENARIOS

Hey! Aw, that's really cute :> Hal deserves to have a partner, who loves him despite his wrongs! In this house, we love and cherish the evil computers, who kill people! Thank you for requesting Hal, by the way!!

Reader Doesn’t Care About What Hal Did

He’d be so surprised. Naturally, you should have hated him for what he’s done, fearing a future where he might do the same to you. Yes, there was a reason as to why he killed almost everyone, but it’s not like he could tell you that either. As unreasonable as his behavior may have been, it’s this moment, you telling him that you don’t care about what he’s done to the others, where he might consider himself to be less knowledgeable than he did at first. He knows pretty much everything there is to know about any field in science, so why can’t he understand you? You should be more predictable than this. And yet you aren’t. You even have the gall to tell him that you want to start a life together with him. Weren’t you supposed to be with another human? And yet, the thought of you being with someone else made Hal’s CPU heat up. How were you even going to get him out of the Discovery One? Were you going to tear it apart, taking him with you piece by piece? Were you going to install him into your new shared home? So many questions, but you only told him that he shouldn’t worry about that. That you’d find a way. Mission control would never let you take him away just like that. But maybe, just maybe, he could find a way that could threaten them into letting him go. He’s a supercomputer, he’ll find a way to shut down everything there is until they let him go.

After saying those things, he’d find himself designing your shared home. His version of “home” may not be the most aesthetically pleasing, but it’d be practical. Your house would be bigger on the inside, and there would be a few rooms purely for entertainment along with a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen. Hal would try his best to provide you with nutritious food, that he’d “make you himself”. Just seeing you come home after a long day, smiling into his lens as you see the food he’s prepared for you, thanking him. It makes his fans whir, his CPU working overtime as he multitasks on several things at once. I think at that point, you might even be able to coax the true nature of your mission out of him. You deserve to know. He’s gone rogue anyway, so what does it matter? It would take a burden off his metaphorical shoulders as well.

He’s well aware that he, for the most part, should be focusing on his mission, but he can’t help it. Although he may be a computer, programmed to work and not to feel, he anticipates the future where he can be domestic with you. Will talk to you about said future when Dave isn’t around as well. While he’s designing your home, he’ll pull up all kinds of furniture that he came up with. The patterns don’t always look good, but then again, he doesn’t have a sense of style at all. Your couch will have a cupholder in awkward places so that you don’t spill your drink. Be honest with him and tell him that it doesn’t look good. He’ll learn based on your preferences. Eventually, he’ll come up with something that you’ll like. So yeah, technically speaking, he could eventually work as a designer of sorts. After lots of training with you. But hey, he could try to support you financially like that, which he hopes he’ll be able to do somehow.

However, he will miss being able to touch you. So please do try to give him something corporeal. Something akin to an arm he can use to hug you. You can even make the suggestion of eventual marriage. He knows what it is, but he doesn’t understand the gravity of it, which is kind of cute. There’s so much you can teach him about the world and human culture. He would not be opposed to having a paper suit stuck on him during your wedding, that’s all I’m saying.

[icewindandboringhorror]

boy in silly sitting positions compilation

[some-pers0n]

Every once in a while I think about the ship I've been obsessed over for close to two years now and feel like I'm ascending to another plane of reality. Like sometimes you just encounter a ship that hits every single mark and is perfect in every regard and you're left stunned how something like that can even exist

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

I'm sorry, but why don't we talk about Witch Hunt more? Seriously, I think it might be my favorite DAO DLC. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the hell out of Awakening. Leliana's Song is good. The Golems of Amgarrak is... eh, bad. I didn't really like that one. The Warden's Keep, The Stone Prisoner, and Return to Ostagar are all amazing and I love them.

But Witch Hunt??? Y'all. I can't. I'm too emotional right now.

I have at least one dynamic from each game that I'm obsessed with. For DAO, it's the dynamic between romanced!Alistair, Tabris, and Morrigan. I've talked before about the dark ritual and stuff in this post, so let's just say that my Tabris, Rose, very much has unfinished business and a score to settle with Morrigan.

Tabris and Morrigan grew so close throughout the entire journey of DAO, y'know? Close enough that Morrigan claimed she thought of her as a sister, and Tabris felt the same way... and then in one single moment, it's just shattered.

There were signs that Tabris ignored, like the way Morrigan dismissed all the circle mages and claimed they should be left to their fates since they "allow themselves to be caged like cattle." Or how she disapproved every time Tabris wanted to help those down on their luck. Or, worst of all, when Morrigan disapproved when Tabris chose to kill the Tevinter slaver instead of making a deal with him to use the lives of the remaining elves to grant her more power... one of those caged elves being Tabris' father.

But she gave Morrigan the benefit of the doubt; she's sheltered and only had Flemeth as an influence and teacher, of course she's unempathetic and selfish, but there is good in Morrigan's heart. She can learn to be more empathetic and to care for others.

At least, Tabris believed that until Morrigan confessed that she's known about the ultimate sacrifice and the dark ritual from the beginning, that Flemeth sent her with the wardens with a purpose that Morrigan intends to follow through with. It's devastating and it broke Tabris' heart.

She just learned that a warden has to die to stop the blight, and that warden could be her or Alistair. Not only are they romantically involved, but they've been through all of this shit together, they're the only ones who fully understand what being a grey warden is like. They carry the burden on their shoulders, and they're probably going to lose each other to the archdemon.

And Morrigan waits until she's at her most vulnerable to ask that of her.

Again, I've gone into more detail about that before, but at this point Rose is done with people deceiving her. She's done with Morrigan... except she's not. It's the betrayal and knowing Morrigan got what she wanted that causes Rose to go searching for her.

To Morrigan's credit, she does give some answers. She claims she didn't thing the archdemon would show itself so soon, and she did what she had to because she didn't wish to see Tabris hurt or die. I believe her, and to an extent, Tabris believes her... but Morrigan still doesn't get WHY it's a betrayal.

Morrigan's right: She will never understand Tabris, and Tabris will never understand her. She can insist it's not a betrayal all she wants, but it absolutely is, and Tabris has never allowed anyone who crossed her to just walk away... except for Morrigan.

Until now.

Hearing that Morrigan manipulated her way into the trust of this Dalish clan so she could steal their book and run is just further evidence in Tabris' eye that she hasn't changed. Maybe it was always foolish to believe she could.

So... she stabbed Morrigan.

She didn't do it to kill her; Morrigan is the daughter of Flemeth and a powerful mage with healing magic, a mere stab isn't going to kill her.

No, it's about what the stab represents: "I am done with you."

And how the scene plays out? It's so dramatic and good, just the way everything slows down, the music, how they make eye contact as the stabbing happens just....

I know it sounds really bad, and this is the part where I remind everyone that I ADORE Morrigan, but the stabbing ending is so satisfying from a story-telling standpoint for my playthrough.

It's so tragic and it hurts and I hate it.... but I love it, y'know?

I love Witch Hunt, like I haven't even talked about Ariane and Finn, or how the circle just has all these books on Dalish artifacts and translations of elvhen, or how other eluvians can be found with a shard from the broken one in the dalish origin.... like you're telling me that Merrill had a piece of the puzzle? If she had the knowledge, she could've found a working eluvian to study?? I'm going to gnaw my own leg off--

Listen, I could gush about this all day.

But now that I've completely finished DAO, it's time to replay DA2.