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[usergirlfailure]

 gif request meme  ϟ  @jedifinnrey and @elektranatchyos asked: ↳ runaways + favorite platonic relationship - “The kids that know you when you’re young, no one will know you like that again. Don’t give up on that.”

[ezrisdax-archive]

[afro-elf]

@ everyone who thinks they want a black widow movie: pls watch proud mary starring taraji p. henson when it comes out in 2018... its going to be leagues better than whatever racist snoozefest marvel churns out

LITERALLY THO

[meliorn]

✩ shadowhunters rainbow meme ✩ ↳ maia + pink (requested by @whenshecallsmebabygirl, @jedifinnrey, anon)

[plinys]

When we lay together on the fresh spring grass + amari

Normally Zari liked getting to dress up, play the part of someone from the sort of historical stories that Zari had only heard of as a distant memory. Other times it was all a bit too much. 

Like currently, here in the sort of place that Ray had insisted all the good romance novels were written during. As though that’s what the Regency era was suppose to be an era of romance. Not of skirts that Zari keeps tripping over until she gives up, falling down into the grass to just take a moment and breathe.

“How did women get around in these things?”

Amaya seems to be managing much better than she was.

But of course she was, Amaya could manage in anything. Amaya was incredible. An inspiration to all.

Whereas Zari was -

Well, currently she was sitting in the ground trying to figure out why corsets had to exist. 

“I think I might be dying,” she says, looking up at Amaya. “Bury me here, in all my skirts.” 

“You’re not,” Amaya insists, but she joins Zari on the ground a moment later. And that counts for something, at least now Zari doesn’t have to look up into the sun. Into the blinding light that seems to follow Amaya everywhere. “In any case, I love you too much to let you die on me.” 

A part of her wants to point out that it doesn’t work that way.

That in Zari’s experience loving someone makes them die faster.

But she doesn’t, she bites the inside of her cheek, and focuses instead on the way her skirts flow out on the grass around her. The way this moment exists, here outside the confines of their mission, a moment where the two of them can sit in the grass and pretend to be people they’re not.

Maybe the people from those romance novels Ray keeps telling her about.

[zaritarazi]

kendra/sara/ava and their first mission w ava as a legend and kendra back on board

thank you for asking this valuable question!

essentially kendra comes back and ava at this point is a pretty well-integrated member of the team, and kendra is like brand new to all these new people and is kind of like oh hey and what really drives sara nuts is that ava is like, really nice to kendra when she meets her?? and sara is like 1. you were such a BITCH to me when we met what the BALLS, and 2. NO ONE IS NICE TO KENDRA BUT MEava: sara we are... datingsara: hisses

i mean the thing is i think ava is like a really interesting well-mannered well-trained woman who was like oh my god THESE ASSHOLES but has no reason to have that attitude with kendra and also.... kendra is.... fucking gorgeous?? so ava’s like i have no REASON to be an ass to her and sara is like OH BUT YOU HAVE A REASON TO BE AN ASS TO ME??? and ava is like every breath you take is a reason for me to bully you, sara

and like one of the things i LOVE about avalance is how in sync they are in combat but i would love to see them working with kendra as well? specifically i’d like if kendra came back with some more good good thanagarian combat skills and that throws sara off because she’s not used to working with kendra in that style, but ava is like oh fuck yes let’s get it and the two of them work really well together in that first combat situation and the two of them leave it as like instant pals and sara is like HEY ITS ME. YOUR GIRLFRIEND?? BOTH OF YOU!! IM YOUR GIRLFRIEND. GET BACK HERE

sara, who was highkey turned on by this whole thing but also massively jealous is like okay kendra train with me like we used to and ava will watch and first of all, ava can’t watch people train bc she just calls out mistakes so sara is just getting more and more frustrated with ava and kendra is getting flirty because she thinks frustrated sara is cute and sara starts getting the feeling these ladies are conspiring against her?? like in a sexy way, how dare they, and finally sara is like oh fuck it and kisses kendra square on the lips and ava, unbuttoning her blouse like fuck sara finally and sara getting immediately cornered by a naked ava and a naked kendra and partially being like im unsure about how i feel about you two forming this bond and also like ive got 3 holes ladies please

[redemptions]

robert/damien + graveyard date

hope you enjoy this friendo! :)

request fic here

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Damien hummed contentedly and angled his head back against the oak tree he had taken resident under. It was peaceful here, the kind of quiet that was comforting deep in your soul. When he explained that to Robert, he got a raised eyebrow and an amused, “You find soul comfort in a graveyard?”

“Yes,” Damien bobbed his head, “It’s something that I cannot explain. You need to experience it yourself.”

Robert had considered him for a moment and then shrugged, “Alright then.”

Honestly, he hadn’t expected that meant that Robert would join him on one of his trips to Maple Bay cemetery. It was one of the oldest parts of town, had been hallowed ground since the 1700s, and it was one of those places that seemed to breathe with all the years that it had. Architecture from every century – tombs and headstones handcrafted from marble that were now faded with age and yet were no less beautiful and newer, smoother edges of the 21st urns and gravestones that were in the deeper parts of the land.

Damien didn’t venture down there often, not when his favourite place was in the middle of 19th-century graves, upon a slight hill and under a tree that had been there for longer than the cemetery had been.

It was nice, but somehow, with Robert beside him, it was even better.

Damien was always aware of Robert, but here, in this peacefulness, he consumed the space and commanded attention, even if he didn’t realise it. Sitting up with his legs crossed, knife and a block of wood in his hands, his attention was entirely focused on what he was creating.

It was fascinating Damien found, the way his hands slide so skilfully, knew the exact amount of pressure needed to turn something so bland into something so wonderful.

“It’s going to be a raven,” Robert informed him and Damien jerked, startled by the suddenness of his voice.

Robert’s fingers hadn’t stopped moving but his eyes were no longer on his creation. The dark abyss lingered on him, sucking him into their heat and suffocated. Damien never felt like he could breathe under the intensity of Robert’s stare.

“I…like ravens,” Damien replied, flustered.

And then Robert smirked and made the heat in his cheeks worse. “I know.”

The abyss slipped away, focused instead on the work in progress he held. Looking at it now, Damien could see the edges of a beak, of wings – still crude but very much there.

The back of his mind filled with facts on Ravens and the Victorians belief, on the stretch of the wingspan and the theory about the birds at the Tower of London. They pressed forward to the tip of his tongue, but Damien swallowed the words before they could burst free. He didn’t want to break the serenity of the moment with a ramble.

He doesn’t know how much time has passed when Robert finally stopped and sighed. He sets knife and the rough outline of the bird aside. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles. Damien winced at each sound.

“That’s not good for you,” he muttered.

Robert huffed and then leaned back into the oak. “A lot of things aren’t good for you, doesn’t make them any less fun or satisfying.”

Their shoulders were touching now, a steady press that is oddly grounding.

“You were right about this place,” Robert spoke, “It’s nice here.”

Damien beamed. “I am glad you’ve found enjoyment here. Admittedly, I was worried you would find it…boring.”

Robert turned his head and arched an eyebrow. “We’re hanging out in a graveyard? What’s boring about that?” he questioned, “Not to mention I’m pretty sure all this hallowed ground is keeping us safe from cryptids.”

Damien felt fondness warm his chest. He found Robert’s passion about the paranormal secrets of the world quite adorable, even if bordered on the ridiculous at times. Sometimes, he would make half-hearted efforts to remind Robert that no, Mothman didn’t exist and therefore you should not worry about the amount of silver in my garden to repel such beasties away.

Robert would always retort, “that’s what they want you to believe” and devote some time to convince Damien into accepting protection through various kisses and the wandering of his hands.

Robert was a strangely persuasive man.

The man in question stretched, sliding his arm around Damien’s shoulders and drew him closer. Fingers traced circles into silk shirt and managed to bring goosebumps to the flesh he isn’t even touching. The secret skills this man was far too much for mere mortals to handle.

Damien put his head into Robert’s chest, allowed himself a few moments of weakness to breathe in the scent of Robert’s aftershave and thought to the future.

“We have to go to the grocery store on the way home,” he mused.

Robert hummed. “Lucien said that he wanted that quiche you made last week. The one with the cheese.”

“Oh, you mean the one that you denied enjoying but snuck down to the kitchen in the middle of the night to polish off?” Damien teased.

He felt Robert’s jaw drop into a frown. “I stand by my statement that the Dover Ghost was responsible.”

“But how could he possibly have gained access with all the salt lining the walls?” Damien retorted.

The response was quick. Robert had thought about this. “We have a weak point that he abused.”

Damien stifled a laugh into Robert’s shoulder. “I’m sure we can fix this upon our arrival home.”

“I’m sure the kid would enjoy breaking through the plaster wall,” Robert mused.

“He did last time,” Damien reminded. It had been a good day – ridiculous, yes, and totally a waste of time, but it still reminds one of the best days as it was the first time since he had truly felt like his first and second loves were getting along, where two worlds were meeting and could actually become one cohesive place – dare he say, family? Because it had felt like family, in that moment.

See things had been tough for them in the life and they weren’t likely to get any easier. Robert was still in AA meetings and working his way through therapy to be able to reconnect with Val as he wants to. Damien was still struggling to find comfort in who he is – the Damien Bloodmarch who adored the Victorian era and worked in IT support - and there were moments where the anxiety of other peoples’ judgments were just far too much to bare.

But those moments of heartache felt so few and far between with times like these to fill the space and light the darkness.

Damien closed his eyes and just breathed.

[reginamillls]

11-15 comic asks

11. which character do you wish didn’t exist?

lots of gross characters that fandom loves to celebrate 

12. favorite villain?

Hella

13. favorite extraterrestrial character? (ie. superman, thor)

the examples are great but I need to add Karolina Dean to that list 

14. lamest superpower?

enhanced taste? idk I feel like there are a lot of superpowers that are bad but come in handy, it’s not the power it’s how you use it 

15. which character do you think should get a movie? (besides hawkeye and wonder woman bc literally everyone wants that)

DAISY MOTHERFUCKING JOHNSON, Squirrel Girl, Kate Bishop, idk there are a lot of heroes that I’d love to see, at this point it’s more of who I don’t want to see get their own movie 

[laudna]

jason mendoza

do I like them: I love my boy

5 good qualities:

He’s sweet

he means well

he’s a good friend

he’s pretty

DOPE ASS TASTE IN MSSIC

3 bad qualities:

He’s not intelligent

he fucking sold fake drugs to college kids

he fucking set boats on fire to get back at people

favourite episode/etc:

i love everything once he’s revealed to not be jianyu

otp:

JASON AND JANET

brotp:

Jason and Eleanor

ot3:

Tahani/Eleanor/Jason

notp:

Jason and Chidi they’d be cool friends but not a couple

best quote: "Yo, you should listen to me, I came up with hundreds of plans in my life and only one of them got me killed."

head canon: he’s genuinely in love with janet and even though she doesn’t really ‘feel’ she genuinely loves him too

[starfleetmccoys]

- Nayyirah Waheed | Lt Cmd Michael Burnham 

[usergirlfailure]

top 5 kid movies

the lion king

mulan

the little mermaid 

tangled 

moana/the princess and the frog

[ezrisdax-archive]

[afro-elf]

whats ur stance on werewolf fucking (not as a wolf tho)

werefucking is acceptable on any night that isn’t a full moon, otherwise you’re a furry

[plinys]

1 what was ur first cosplay ever, 2 were u a wolf girl a dragon girl or a horse girl, 3 fave supernatural creature

a) oh my god /ever/?? like either lenalee from d. gray man, from back in my peak anime days or tenten from naruto, they were both around the same time and big mistakes

b) i grew up on a farm gabbi i was obviously a horse girl

c) bigfoot (does bigfoot count) (maybe he doesnt) (its too late i typed bigfoot)

[zaritarazi]

k/s/a and group halloween costumes

well since kendra sara ava amaya & zari make 5 they’re absolutely the spice girls, even though amaya doesn’t know who they are and zari thinks they were some kind of cult and ava who is from the year 3000 is like uh we can’t dress up as my gods?? anyway she’s posh spice and it’s uuuh fitting

[midniter]

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