#plaza major

[a-timely-problem]

The name Nicholas means: "victory of the people". Is that BC Agatha managed to get away from her old coven and built her own life? With her wife and up to that point, child? Is it in defiance of Rio? BC Rio is death and Nicky shouldn't be and yet Agatha begs for time and mercy? So she calls him Nicky as a reminder that he is an exception? That he's special and goes against the natural order? Is he ironically named in defiance of Agatha herself? BC everyone dies and no one gets that special treatment forever, so him dying us a victory for the way of the world? Thus, for the people?

[rioagatha]

Fleetwood Mac poster in ep 4 of Agatha All Along 👀. Even the witches love them

[nyoclosmom]

idk if it's just me but aaa felt like a fanfic

[soul-invictus]

See you in the major leagues, Jack 💔 I just wanted to recreate one of my favorite shots I made 2 years ago

[cogumellow]

feliz navidad // madrid, spain // december 2024 // ©

[filthyfundie]

Agatha All Along !!!

[kazewrites]

Submission for @inklings-challenge 2024. Wanted to put this through another round of editing, but I'm running out of time here. Hope it looks okay and it's not too confusing. (@ w@);

Tick. Tick. Tock. Tick.

Elyse stared at her reflection in her cup. It had sat here long enough it was starting to get cool, but now and then wisps still traveled up. Ordinarily this would have incited her appetite, but the sick feeling in her stomach prevented any such thought of enjoying her cocoa.

All she could think about was Kokuen. How her awful teacher had gypped her of a proper Taming education. How she hadn’t been able to assemble the team she liked. How she was forced to use a Fire Lumikin against her will. She liked Flame, but… it was hard to acknowledge him as her own,  especially with all that happened with Moki. She couldn’t help but feel like she was still just hanging onto Flame until Moki came and got him…

She picked up the green, grooved cup and sloshed the contents around. She turned it to take a look at the snowflake pattern on the back. Lico had gotten a set of these for her last spring. It was funny now how many things from his culture now decorated the house. She knew her mom had a few similar things, so in a way it was a familiar sight. Still. It was nice to have a little reminder of him all the way out here…

Her stomach was growing sour again. If cocoa wasn’t her favorite, she might even consider pouring it down the drain. She sighed. No, she couldn’t do that…

She propped her head up and her gaze roved over the kitchen counter. To her right was the oven, its door decorated with little clay snowmen. The pots and pans still sat on the stove-top, awaiting cleanup. The range hood vent was well-worn from years of use… She let her gaze drift further to the left. The dishes were stacked neatly in the dish rack in front of  her.

She stood, fingering her cup. Maybe she’d place this on the coffee table in the living room and play some games. Her reflection in the cup caught her eye again. The sour feeling was back.

It would be easy enough to just forget this. Her Taming Journey was over now. And yet… what had she become?

She shook her head. Worrying over a cup of cold cocoa wasn’t going to fix the past. Was there anything she could have done? Would having a different teacher have fixed anything? Maybe she should have been more supportive of Moki…

She took a step towards the living room, then remembered her cup. She turned back to get it, fingering the rim. Every time she picked it up, she lost her appetite. She should be happy, drinking cocoa out of a special cup like this. And yet… the feeling didn’t seem to want to linger.

Which was why she was going to play a game. Forget all this. It was in the past. She might not ever see Kokuen again. Why bother? Why get so worked up?

And then she remembered.

She had plenty of reason to hate her teacher.

To be fair, some of it wasn’t Kokuen’s fault… Or was it? Was every time those Pyramid psychos attacked them her teacher’s fault? Was Creme right about Kokuen still being in cahoots with those yahoos?

Lightning strike. A crazed smile on a gray-red face. Light fading from the eyes of a fallen Birdkin.

She shook her head. Really. It couldn’t be her teacher’s fault they ran into so much trouble… Or was it?

‘Damaged goods.’ Kokuen had called her damaged goods…

Elyse shook her head and headed for the door, throwing on her coat. She needed a walk. Maybe that’d clear her head.

She put her good boots on and started walking downhill. On a slippery night like this, the boots with spike treads were essential. She’d be all the way down by the plaza in a hurry if she wore something with any less traction. The spikes crunched into the ice. She could feel the icy layer atop the snow splintering and fragmenting in her wake as she made her way down. She considered if she wanted to go somewhere else once she reached the bottom or if the bench would do.

She missed her cocoa… Guess it took the cold for her to start hankering for it, huh? She shoved her hands in her pockets, shrugging her shoulders as she descended the hill.

At last she made it down to the park. The cold caught up to her with a sharp bite. Really was colder once you got down to the bottom, huh? Or maybe it was because she’d stopped moving…

She headed over to sit on the bench she’d been eying from the hill, leaning forward in a crouch to spread the heat around.

Everything was frozen and covered in snow. Which wasn’t too surprising for this time of year. The lampposts cast a yellow-orange light over everything.

This spot at least was clear, save for a little frost and a few icicles hanging down from the bottom of the bench. Elyse could feel them when she moved her legs.

She leaned back, taking everything in. …Ahh, she had to start moving again. She was thinking about Kokuen… She shut her eyes tightly. She let out a breath, feeling it wisp up and away without even looking.

She opened her eyes again, letting her gaze sweep over her surroundings. Beyond the Lumikin ring and the rest of the park, the trees rose up again, standing boldly as if to show everyone whose territory the world beyond the park’s was.

She looked to her left, watching the houses that rose up on slopes beyond the plaza. She wondered if any of the Snowdrift Crew was still up… Dela was out on her Tamer’s Journey still, right? So was Sandra and Jimmy… Johnny too, right? Hmmh… And Dela had brought her brother Danny, too… She could talk to their folks, but… eh. She pulled up one knee on the bench, knocking loose a patch of fresh snow. Even if she had her TD, it was too late to text any of them… but maybe she could leave a message? …Eh. She still wanted to brood out in the cold. Maybe later.

…Pointless to get so worked up about stuff… It was just jealousy at the end of the day, right? She remembered that first day she got her Journeying License. How those two kids had lucked out with such a nice mentor… Sometimes it felt like she was being played some big joke on. Some sick joke. People died…

She pulled her knees in, letting it play all over again. Being captured by Pyramid. She winced at the memory of the gunshot. Anubis’s eyes… She’d never forget those eyes… She felt a shiver fly up her spine, but it wasn’t from the cold. Too bundled up for that. Not that she ever really got cold-cold anyway…

…But she couldn’t blame Kokuen for any of that, could she…? If Kokuen had just been nicer—! Elyse stood up, clenching her fists. She kicked over a bit of snow and started walking again. Ticked her off every time she thought about it. What was with that woman that she always had to egg Moki on? It was a wonder she’d even survived Kokuen’s training. Sometimes Elyse really did want to believe all the Pyramid attacks were her teacher’s fault, if only because she was ex-Pyramid. Or was Elyse the crazy one for sticking around and not thinking it was a problem? …To be fair, she had other agendas, especially when it came to traveling with Taffy’s team… She sighed, listening to the crunch underneath her boots again. She kept going down the path beyond the park, into the dark. Maybe she’d check if the ski lift was open at this hour. She just wanted to keep moving.

As she reached the bottom of the slope and came under the whiter lights, she was starting to have second thoughts. Maaaybe heading all the way down the mountain at this hour wasn’t a great idea… She could go back to the park? Maybe do some training..? Maybe… mm, the Mamokin tundra was far. As much as she wanted to visit Mamo in his natural habitat, it wasn’t the kind of journey to make this late at night.

She headed up back to the park anyway. She’d need her TD if she wanted to take anybody out, anyway. And… after thinking about how Kokuen forced Flame on her… She shook her head. Ugh. She ran a hand through her hair. Kokuen was the fire expert. Why did she have to bear Flame…? She’d just wanted to train Mamo. Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, had to know ice’s weaknesses… It was stupid! She didn’t want it! She kicked up more snow. Ughhh.

She kept marching up. May as well check out the stable while she was up here. It’d be nice just to see some Lumikin…

Though… they were asleep. She probably shouldn’t disturb their rest…

But in the morning, everyone’d be hustling and bustling. Would she get a chance to resolve this?

She was running out of places to go. She wasn’t heading down the mountain, it was too dark for the forest…

She came to the barn anyway. Maybe she’d just sit here for a bit. It wasn’t as bright out here, but… whatever. She needed a new brooding location.

She settled in, leaning against the trunk of a tree outside the barn. Sounded like the foxkin were still up. Made sense…

A little black nose sniffed at her from behind the fence. A pale, glowing eye peeked out from between the slats.

Aaand, there one was.

Elyse smiled, catching glimpses of its ice blue fur. She walked over to the fence, reaching a hand in to pet it.

The creature yap-laughed, play-biting her hand and wiggling. It smiled up at her.

“Hehe.” She tried again to pet it and it kept playing with her hand. Silly fox…

Eventually it darted away back to its feeder.

Elyse watched the creature for a bit, listing her head to one side. Ah, she was getting tired. Maybe she would head home now.

Besides… it wasn’t like she could get her Tamer’s Journey back now. It was over and done with. As much as she wanted to rewrite it. As much as she wanted to bring Moki back… She shoved her hands in her pockets and headed home.

—

It was her mom who had gotten her thinking about this. And it was her mom who stirred her head about it even before bed.

Forgiving Kokuen… Could she even do that? Could she just… let it all go? On the one hand, she wanted to forget it all. She wanted to forget Kokuen. Pretend the thing with Pyramid never happened. That Kokuen never treated her badly. Never pushed her head and tried to force her to recover when she was down. Didn’t keep preaching to her about how hard reality was and how she’d die being soft. Man she wanted to kick Kokuen’s head in sometimes. Not hard. Just. Just a bop. Enough to hurt. Not… not more than that. It’d feel good, she bet.

The next day, she went out to help her dad take care of the Mamokin. If she’d wanted to, she probably could have taken the teleporting ring last night to the tundra, but. It was dangerous out this way at night. Just as well she visited during the day.

The moment Mamo saw her coming, he rushed over, beating her to the punch and shoving his trunk on her face.

“Mam—”Oof. She laughed and pulled his snout off her. She rubbed his fur and leaned into him. Ahh, this was her favorite.

Mamo gave a stuttering trumpet as if laughing with her. He poked the top of her head with his trunk.

“Mmh.” Elyse buried her face in his fur. She didn’t wanna move…

He made a small, concerned noise.

Elyse gave his fur another pat. She was okay.

He blew a bit of ice at her.

Elyse laughed and threw a snowball at him. Two could play at this game!

Mamo made a happier sound and scooped up lots of snow with his trunk. He threw it at her.

“Oh no!!” Elyse ran and managed to dodge his snow spray. And this was why you didn’t challenge an ice mammoth to a snowball fight! They didn’t play fair!

Mamo scooped up another load and tried to get her with it again.

“Missed me!” Elyse said. Missed her by a mile, was he even trying to hit her?

Mamo scooped up a heftier load, waiting for Elyse to get close. He saw her trying to dart past him and covered her in snow this time.

“Dwah!” Elyse collapsed in a heap of snow. “Okay, you win.” Not like she could beat Mamo in a snowball fight of this caliber…

Mamo pawed at the snow with his trunk to dig her out, concern etching his mammoth-like face.

“I’m okay, I’m okay…” Elyse pushed herself out and sat on the heap. She rested her chin in her palms.

He blew snow at her again.

“Mmmh.” She covered herself with her hood. No more.

Mamo gave an indignant ‘bark.’

Elyse sighed. She just… mmmh… She pulled her hood up a bit to look at Mamo.

Mamo patted her head with his trunk again, then let it rest on her shoulder. He tilted his head slightly.

“Thanks for understanding, buddy…” She got up and hugged him again. She should probably get to work instead of playing around…

Mamo’s trunk bobbed curiously, but he made no more noises.

“What do you think of holding grudges?” she asked, leading him over towards the tree line where the other Mamokin were feeding.

Mamo made a curious sound in reply. Was that ’go on,’ ‘what do you mean,’ or ‘I don’t understand you’? Lumikin were pretty smart when it came to commands, but… well. Mamo was a good listener anyway, even if he couldn’t reply back like a human could.

“I mean…” She looked at him. “Remember Kokuen? Of course you do. Hang on, I’ll imitate her.” Elyse crossed her arms and looked off sullenly.

Mamo only blinked.

Elyse’s shoulders sank. She guessed he wouldn’t understand what she was doing. “Well… remember MistyKo? The…” She wiggled her hands and made a ‘wshh’ sound, trying to make an impression of a cloud of mist. …Was it working?

Mamo just blinked again.

…No. At least not with Mamo. She sighed. Maybe she’d talk to dad about it…?

—

“What do you do about grudges?”

Her dad paused his work. He hummed to himself. They both worked in silence for a while.

“That mean you have one? Look, if it’s about stealing your leftover cocoa last night—”

Elyse smiled and shook her head. “Well, actually…”

“Oh, now you’re gonna hold a grudge, huh?” He dumped out the bin of greens he was holding for the Mamokin. “Knew I shouldn’t have touched it.”

Elyse looked down, smiling still as she emptied her own bin into the growing pile of frostbitten plant matter.

“Is this about your teacher?” he guessed next, dusting off his mitts, grabbing up the empty bin and heading over to one of the sheds.

Bullseye. She guessed nothing got past her dad. Felt silly to bring up though. She sighed. “I try not to think about it too much, but…” She looked away. “Mom keeps hinting about forgiving Kokuen, but… where do I even start?” She looked up. “She was a jerk to me from the start. It’s her fault Moki ran away. She keeps going real world this, real world that… and she’s so immature!” Elyse kicked snow. “And yet she lords it over me like I’m 12! Ticks me off…”

Her dad shook a new load of frozen pine boughs into the bin in his hands. Elyse followed suit grumpily. She sighed, hefting her bin as they headed back towards the tree line. Her dad followed after her at a slower pace.

“Forgiveness comes in parts,” he finally said. “Even if someone’s only wronged you once, sometimes, it’s like… what they said hurt you in different ways.” They bustled in silence for a bit. “S’hard to forgive someone when you’re still mad at ‘em…”

Elyse kicked another patch of snow with her boot, flinging bits of it into the air. “Got that right…”

“Alright, settle down there, tiger.” He rubbed her head with his elbow since his hands were still full.

“I know it’s not right to hold grudges…” Elyse said, slowing down. “But I can’t help but feel like I was cheated out of a proper Tamer’s Journey. I want to think not all of that was her fault, but then… then I get to thinking, what if it is? She’s done so many other things to me, somehow, it feels logical for everything wrong with my journey to have been her fault,” she said, scowling.

“Well… why don’t you tell me all about it? I know I’ve heard the gist of what happened on your journey, but not what your teacher’s done to you specifically.”

“Okay…”

Once they made it back under the cover of the trees, they set their bins down and sat on one of the snowbanks.

“Some of it’s really silly… before I was assigned to Kokuen…” Elyse went on to describe the scene. An old man instructor taking out his new students for ice cream. It got her hopes up, dumb as it sounded, only to be rewarded with Kokuen. It felt like some cosmic joke.

“Moki only made things worse,” she continued on, chin resting on her palms again. “Maybe I could have stood Kokuen if it weren’t for Moki… Not that she really did anything wrong just by not getting along with Kokuen. Yeah, she was headstrong and didn’t have the best ideas, but…” She sank. “It was just one big crud show. Everything Kokuen did just added gasoline on the fire. Moki would make a bad decision, Kokuen would come down on it hard. And she’d do it trying to convince you this was some sort of ‘tough love,’ but couldn’t she read the room?” Elyse leaned back against the snowbank. She blustered. Yeah, Moki had been an amateur, but.. ugh…

Her dad listened, digesting all she had said.

“I just think if Kokuen had been nicer, things would’ve been better.” Elyse crossed her arms. “She has this high and mighty attitude and it’s really grating. I tried to be the better person, but…” She shook her head. “At a certain point… it just got worse and worse. Especially when she forced me to take on Flame… It’s like, yes, I know I need to understand ice’s weaknesses. But… mmh.” She kept trying to force her to be someone she didn’t want to be. It was annoying! “And then there’s the whole thing with Pyramid… I really want to think that wasn’t her fault. Really. But… they just kept showing up?” She shook her head. “And… mmh.”

“Why do you want to think it was her fault?” her dad asked. “Just because you had a hard time with her in so many other ways?”

Elyse squinted. There were… other reasons, but it would get into gossip territory… “There were reasons…” she said simply. Her dad was looking at her, waiting for her to go on. She closed her eyes. “But it wouldn’t be fair to say.”

“Hmm.”

“I know I shouldn’t use it against her, but…” She looked off. “Even if it wasn’t… on purpose, still… Maybe Pyramid was following her and we were just extensions.” She looked down. “It probably would’ve been responsible for her to try and get us a substitute mentor or let Taffy train us after things went down in Desa… Or maybe irresponsible. I don’t know. Surely, if she thought they were following her… I don’t know.” She sank again.

“Hmm. How old did you say your teacher was again?”

Elyse thought. She wasn’t sure exactly. “I’m pretty sure she’s only a few years older than me.”

“Hmm.” Her dad digested this information. “You had trouble respecting her. Felt like she was close enough to your age and immature enough you shouldn’t have to kiss up, right?”

“Took the words out of my mouth.” Was that wrong?

“Sometimes we have to respect people who aren’t worthy of our respect,” her dad said, propping his elbow up on his knee. “It’s just the way of the world.”

“Kinda hate it though.” Besides. Kokuen hadn’t come down on Elyse for treating her like an equal until way later. It set a bad precedent.

Her dad sighed. “Gotta turn the other cheek sometimes…”

“Don’t like being slapped at all.”

“It’s more about… putting the mirror up to what she’s doing,” her dad explained. “I’m not telling you to take hits lying down. But… don’t fight fire with fire. If you sink to her level, then… that’s what she wants, isn’t it?”

Elyse huffed. “What do you mean? Putting the mirror up to her…?”

“Well… when she gets into a tailspin, you can gently point out what her methods are doing,” her dad said, “instead of snarking back or having an attitude about it.”

“Gentle…” That was the trouble. She shook her head. “It’s all over and done now though. I can’t take back anything I said and neither can she.” Elyse slumped forward.

“And yet you’re still hanging on to every wrong thing she did to you.”

“It’s stupid. I kind of hate it. It’s like an addiction.” Elyse covered her face. “It feels good to have something to be mad at for everything that happened. Especially when it was Kokuen’s fault!”

“Mm…”

“Does that make me an awful person?” Elyse asked. “Sometimes I wonder if it’s just because I’m bored…”

“Well. No more awful than the rest of us.” Her dad cracked a smile.

Elyse gave a half-smile back. “Thanks…” She guessed that was true…

Her dad offered her a hand. “Wanna offer it up?” he asked.

“I gotta, right?” Elyse put her hand in his.

“No… you could just keep hanging onto it and chewing on it if that’s what you’d really like.” He gave her another wrinkled smile.

Elyse considered for a moment. He was right. It would be the easy way out. But… she’d probably drive her folks crazy complaining about it and being sullen all the time. Worst case scenario, she’d become just like her rotten teacher.

… “I don’t know if I can,” she finally said.

“Shall we, then?” He closed his fingers around hers.

… “I don’t know.” Elyse slipped her hand out of his. “It feels like I’m taking the easy way out…”

“Hm…”

Elyse knew he was right. She knew this was something she needed help with. But also… it was a weird source of entertainment. Almost like a toy. But… she knew it wasn’t good for her. As much as she wished things were different. As much as she wished she’d had a nice teacher, that Moki hadn’t run away, that her Tamer’s Journey hadn’t been full of so much running, pain and strife. But she knew deep down that most of it wasn’t Kokuen’s fault. To some degree at least, Pyramid themselves being awful had more to do with it than whatever Kokuen had done wrong on her part… She knew that. She knew that, best of all from the thing with Anubis… She slumped over again.

… “S’not bad to need a little help sometimes.” He slapped his knees and brought himself back up. “Well. Ready to get back to work?” He offered her a hand.

Elyse looked at his hand. She knew she shouldn’t keep letting this control her life. She knew she didn’t want these bitter thoughts to turn her into her teacher. She had to be the bigger person. She had to be. But it was so hard. She just knew she wouldn’t get anywhere trying to pray about it. She had too many walls up. “I guess so.” Maybe she’d try tonight…

[plazamayorcompany]

5Lbs of Pressure

Original Motion Picture Soundtrack 5Lbs of Pressure Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Director Phil Allocco Cast Luke Evans, Rory Culkin.. Music by Philippe Jakko Label Plaza Mayor Company Ltd Lionsgate Cinema Trying to start over, Adam searches for redemption as he returns to his old neighborhood to put to rest his demons while the brother of the man, he killed seeks revenge. (Composer…

[popculturetarot]

The Tower, the symbol of chaos, it takes your plans to come out to the coast, get together, have a few laughs, and goes "yeah right" and gives you only destruction and disaster (and maybe 1000-year-old twinkies).

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

Hundreds of Jewish anti-war demonstrators have been arrested during a Passover seder that doubled as a protest in New York, as they shut down a major thoroughfare to pray for a ceasefire and urge the Senate majority leader, Chuck Schumer, to end US military aid to Israel.

The 300 or so arrests took place on Tuesday night at Grand Army Plaza, on the doorstep of Schumer’s Brooklyn residence, where thousands of mostly Jewish New Yorkers gathered for the seder, a ritual that marked the second night of the holiday celebrated as a festival of freedom by Jews worldwide.

The seder came just before the US Senate resoundingly passed a military package that includes $26bn for Israel.

[jambamthepaperman]

YES!! There was also so many soft moments between them in the show that showed how much they still care for and love each other.

I just have to say that everyone calling Agathario "toxic" is kind of annoying. I can see how it LOOKS that way, but I don't really see it.

Rio taking Nicky? Not toxic. Her job.

Agatha getting pissed about it? Not toxic. FULLY understandable, her son died and Rio had to reap his soul.

Rio and Agatha fighting when Agatha wakes up from Wanda's spell? Not exactly toxic. We've all had fights with our exes after our breakup 😅 Just not with knives. But they're magical and we're not. So maybe we would idk 😂 Plus, Rio HEALED Agatha at the end of it, sooooo

The Last Battle? Not toxic. Rio was again, doing her job. She needed either Billy's soul or Agatha's and Agatha refused to go with her when she didn't keep her end of the deal. At that point, it became about the divine balance of life and death to Rio. She clearly didn't want Agatha to die. She was devastated when she did

Agatha refusing to go? Not toxic. We're all afraid of dying, obviously. But she revealed she is afraid to see Nicky on the other side. Probably afraid of having to explain to him why she couldn't save him. Also maybe a little afraid of running into Evanora over there too.

So I understand feeling upset we got no Agathario backstory. I'm still PISSED about that. But I'm very sad to see "fans" calling such a great ship toxic when we never saw real evidence of their relationship before the Nicky shit happened to know if that were true or not. When we have seen them, it has ONLY BEEN as exes, so I don't think they are toxic.

I think AGATHA is individually toxic toward everyone though 😅 But what can I say? I'm still madly in love with her 😅😭

(But again, we don't know if she was toxic toward Rio during their relationship cause we didn't get to ever see them together)

I wrote this because of people saying they are sick of getting queer representation as toxic relationships, but I think (besides skipping Agathario's backstory) the writers didn't do too bad with them as a match

[what-even-is-thiss]

Even if a city is incredibly car dependent, steps can be made to make it way better and more human friendly.

Making parking lots smaller, building parking garages, converting on street parking into bike lanes and handicapped accessible parking, installing bus lanes, narrowing roads and lowering speed limits, using previous parking lot space to add in apartments, small businesses, putting parking behind businesses, bike and walking lanes, parks, community centers, etc.

And some cities have like plazas and parks and stuff with different colored bricks noting parking spaces so they can be instantly converted into parking lots for events like parades, concerts, or sports home games while still functioning as a public space most of the time.

Different colored bricks can also be used to make roads in areas with lower speed limits. Then the city doesn’t have to pay to repaint those areas and in the event a road gets blocked off for a night market or parade or something it feels like more of a friendly place to walk than asphalt.

People fret all the time about how you can make such drastic changes when the whole city is built around cars oh no we can’t just change it. But there’s plenty of in between steps that cities can make. Filling in empty lots for example. You drive or walk around a lot of major American cities and suburbs, there’s a lot of empty lots. Those can be turned into dense housing, parks, businesses, parking garages, transit centers. When maintenance time comes roads can be narrowed, speed limits lowered, bike and bus lanes installed, trees and bushes planted, sidewalks widened.

There’s a lot that can be done right now if the will exists to do it. And almost all of it can or must be done on the local level.

[vodrae]

Asexual Jason Todd is actually the secret weapon of Batman.

Let me explain.

Every major female foes of the Bat used their sex appeal at one moment to distract the police, Arkham guards...

But, imagine Ivy increasing again and again and again the power of her pollen and Red Hood does not react. Maybe sneezing.

Circea trying to play whith his mind and

"Wtf are you doing ? Stop moving your hands like that."

Every teen heros getting caught lurking on Kori or Power Girl and he doesn't understand why those idiots can't start the meeting. Wtf does "My eyes are here" even mean.

Evil foreigner billionaire sending a spy to seduce the oldest boy in the family still in Gotham to steal informations on WayneTech and after a party of dancing and talking, with innuendos bigger than his arms, the dude takes back the girl in his plaza room to be sure she's safe and fall asleep on the floor.

Meanwhile the spy doesn't know if she lost her talents of if Jason has a really strong mind.

If Jason was Batman from the start, first encounter with catwoman, take 1 :

"What arrre you going to do, arrrest me ?

- Yes.

- Wait, what ?"

Jason going to college and always being invited to girls night when they're going to bars or nightclubs because they have a 6'6 werewolf with them to dissuaded the other guys and they feel secure because they can't recall one time he tried something that made them uncomfortable, or just something in fact.

Never hit on a girl, loves litterature, takes great care of his body...Jason Todd is the only gothamite unaware he's a gay icone.

[dirtyvulture]

Pandora's Box - Part 3

Tomb Raider!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Enchantress!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: Natasha has spent years hunting the elusive Pandora’s Box, which many say doesn’t even exist. What happens when she not only finds it, but accidentally unleashes the sinister force hiding within?

Word count: 2715

AN: Didn't forget about this series, prepare for things to get hot in here...☺️

Click here to read Part 2.

Natasha stands at the back of the room, observing the sea of darkly-clothed people bobbing in and out of the church pews. She was surprised to see so many in attendance; most of them were Pietro’s students and athletes, distinguishable by the university logo pinned to their clothing. A number of faculty–including Natasha and her team–were here too, and a mass of non-university associated people.

There had been no other casualties besides Pietro in the freak accident at the coffee shop. The owner of the car had been located, but he had been shopping at the plaza a few blocks down, and no eyewitnesses had come forward about seeing anyone else get into the vehicle. A cinder block had been taped to the gas pedal, stumping police on who put it there and steered the vehicle towards the coffee shop in the first place.

But Natasha knew who it was, even if she couldn’t rationally explain it to the police. Wanda had survived too, and secretly she hoped you would return soon for a second attempt, if only so she had another chance to see you. 

She couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your breath-taking beauty. The incomprehensible scale of your powers. She craves your touch again, and perhaps something more. No woman she had ever met before had taken up so much of her attention. You infiltrate her dreams every night, but always stop short of giving her what she wants. Natasha is determined to meet you again. She knows your paths will cross again.

Music begins playing and the guests in the pews stand and turn their heads towards the back. Steve walks in, Wanda clamped to his arm as she hides her face behind a wad of tissues. The officiant follows them, his head bowed in respect.

Natasha listens to the service half-heartedly, most of her attention absorbed in scanning the audience for you. While it would be wildly disrespectful for you to show up to the funeral of the person you killed, she has a feeling you operate under a different agenda. But the service ends, and she still hasn’t found you, disappointment pricking her heart. Everyone is slow to rise, some forming a line to pay respects at Pietro’s closed casket, while others embrace Wanda or offer envelopes of condolences. The majority head into the room next door, where refreshments are being served amongst quiet mingling. Natasha goes that way, feeling weighed down by the sadness.

“Did you see her?” Clint bumps her shoulder out of nowhere and startles her.

“No.”

“We told you,” he says. “She might be from another time, but even she would be insane to show up to the funeral of the man she killed.”

“Assuming anything about her is your first mistake,” Natasha defends.

Clint makes a beeline for the platter of refreshments, leaving her alone again. Natasha scans the crowd once more out of habit and her heart nearly jumps out of her chest when she spots you, parting from a hug with a professor. 

You are wearing virtually the same clothing as the last time she had seen you, except in all black. At least you had some taste. Natasha is frozen when she finally makes eye contact with you, and she doesn’t know if she should tackle you or sweep you up into a kiss. You walk towards her, a little sway in your step, and Natasha fears she’s going to buckle under the sheer power you exude.

“Hello there,” you say in that devastatingly captivating accent. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” Natasha says, wanting to slap herself for greeting you this way.

“No one stopped me.” You tilt your head and the moon pendant loosens from your collar and bounces against the bare skin of your collarbone. “Unless you’re going to.”

Natasha suddenly reaches out and grabs your arm. “Come with me,” she hisses. “And don’t you dare make a scene.” You drag your fingers across your lip as if sealing them shut and locking them with a key. She pulls you out into the hall and into a small conference room. 

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for you to drag me off since the moment I saw you,” you say as Natasha shuts the door. “It looks like you’re ready to devour me.”

“Shut up.” Natasha presses you up against the wall. She is embarrassingly aware of the heat pooling in her own belly and to make matters worse, you’re looking at her like she’s nothing but a meal. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?” she fires off to distract herself from her arousal.

“You know who I am, Natasha.” Natasha has to fight the shiver down her spine when her name rolls off your tongue. “And I came here to finish the job, obviously.”

“You’re not going to hurt anyone here,” Natasha says.

“Because you’re going to stop me?” Your tone is entirely mocking and Natasha can’t stand your bravado. But then you reach up and start stroking her arm, wrapping your hand around her bicep, and Natasha loses her train of thought. “What did you think was going to happen once you found my box and released me?”

“I…I didn’t mean to drop you. Release you,” Natasha stutters. “I wanted to…study you.” It is not her best choice of words.

You laugh, and it reminds Natasha of the delicate notes of a wind chime. “I’ll let you study me all you want once I’m done with my work.” 

Natasha tries pulling her arm away from you but you grab her by the belt and yank her towards you. She stumbles trying to catch her balance and her chest presses against yours, your eyes barely a few inches apart as she has you pinned between the wall. Or perhaps you have her right where she wants you?

“You don’t have to do this,” Natasha whispers. Her heartbeat is frantic and she wonders if you can tell how nervous she is.

“Do what? I thought you wanted this.” Your hands untuck her shirt and loosen the bottom few buttons. Natasha moans when your fingers brush against her abs. “I can read your thoughts, you know,” you add in a low, sultry voice, digging your nails into the grooves between her muscles.

“I’ve seen how you want me,” you continue, leaning your head forward until your breath is warm against her cheek. “How you imagine my body against yours,” you whisper into her ear, your fingers trailing down to brush the band of her underwear. “What you think I might taste like.” You slip your hand into her underwear but don’t quite touch her where she wants. “What I would sound like when you help me reach the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life–”

Natasha grunts and thinks she’s going to combust with arousal. Where your skin touches hers, it feels like she’s on fire. She bends her knees to wrap her muscular arms under your thighs, lifting you off the floor like you’re no heavier than a paperweight and pressing your back against the wall. Your calves bracket her waist and pull her closer.

“What have you done to me?” Natasha whispers, her hands sliding up your legs to cup your butt. 

You only grin, looking down at her with your bottom lip between your teeth. Natasha’s control snaps. She pushes forward, ready to feel your lips against hers, when suddenly she’s met with a face full of…water?

“What the hell?” She opens her eyes and looks up to where water spurts from the sprinklers in the ceiling. She looks around the conference room but you’ve completely vanished. Even the lock on the door is still shut. She wipes the water out of her eyes and huffs in agitation. How many times was she going to fall into your trap?

Natasha goes to grab the door handle and yelps as the hot brass knob sizzles in her palm. She withdraws in confusion, looking at the skin on her hand beginning to blister. Between the water sprinklers and hot doorknob, she deduces there might be a fire somewhere–and she has no doubt on who could’ve started it.

But first, she needs to get out of the conference room, and there are no windows or doors other than the one she entered. Carefully pulling down the sleeves of her suit jacket like a makeshift potholder, she grabs the knob again and manages to twist it open without burning her hand.

Smoke floods the conference room as the door swings open. Natasha drops to her belly and starts crawling back to the main room, covering her mouth with a wet sleeve so she can breathe what little oxygen remains. She hears screaming and banging and digs her elbows into the carpet to propel herself forward faster. Her eyes sting from smoke, robbing her of her sight, but luckily she remembers the exact way back without needing to see. 

It takes all her strength to push open the door from her position on the floor, and the whole room is in chaos. A group of people are gathered towards the back, while another group stands by the windows. She watches as Clint grabs a metal chair and hurls it at the window, shattering the glass. Smoke funnels out, but the remaining edges of glass are too jagged for anyone to safely crawl out. Natasha gets up and pushes her way towards the crowd in the back, who hover before a pair of doors which are conveniently locked. 

“Move, move!” she demands, bringing her leg up to kick at the door with all her might. Her boot bottom, slick with water, slips across the metal to no effect.

“I tried that already!” Steve says, coming up next to her, red-faced and coughing.

“Well, keep trying!” Natasha says, backing up so he can launch his full bodyweight at the door. “Aren’t there any other exits?” she asks, seized by a coughing fit that wracks her lungs painfully. 

“This was the closest one,” Steve grunts as he rams his shoulder into the metal again.

Natasha looks around wildly for another solution. She spots a podium and grabs onto Steve before he can throw himself at the door again. “Help me!” she says, pointing at the podium, and he understands without further explanation. They race over and pick the podium off the ground, holding it perpendicular between them to use like a makeshift battering ram. But the podium is made of solid wood, slippery from the dirty sprinkler water, and the dwindling oxygen in the air makes Natasha feel far weaker than she normally is.

“Help!” she screams to the bleary-eyed guests who stand in shock. Three of them hurry forward and grab any available space on the podium. It takes a few tries to coordinate their strengths. Natasha feels dizzy from the smoke inhalation and she can tell Steve isn’t faring much better. 

“One more! Together!” she pants, and with one final, heaving effort, the podium breaks the doors open and people spill out into the fresh air. Natasha falls to her knees, taking deep shuddering breaths. Steve lays on the grass next to her, clutching at his chest. 

“Where’s…Where’s Wanda?” Natasha eventually finds the breath to ask.

Steve shakes his head. “We got…separated,” he wheezes.

“Steve!” Anger clears her head. “Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?”

“Don’t go back in–” he tries, but Natasha is already racing into the building again. Natasha can only hope you haven’t gotten to Wanda first. She has an inkling of where Wanda might be, and she hopes she’s right because she doesn’t have time to wander around. The smoke is thicker than before and the heat hangs in the air. How come the fire department isn’t here yet?

Natasha staggers through the enormous room to the conjoining one where the ceremony had taken place. Predictably, she finds Wanda huddled by Pietro’s casket, clutching onto a bouquet of white roses.

“Wanda!” Natasha bellows, squatting down to her level and wiping water out of her eyes. “We need to go!”

“I can’t leave him again,” Wanda sobs, moving closer to the casket. 

Natasha isn’t sure how to be tactful, but given the blazing flames next door and the acrid smoke, that’s not her biggest priority right now. “I know,” she says, “But you’ll die if you stay here. He wouldn’t want that, you know.”

Wanda coughs and shakes her head in agreement. 

“Please come with me. I know the way out,” Natasha says, holding out a hand.

After a moment that seems to freeze time, Wanda accepts and Natasha pulls her up. But the smoke is too thick again, and they have to hunch over to breathe.

“I can’t do it. Just leave me,” Wanda cries, dropping to her knees.

“Never.” Natasha bends down and scoops Wanda up, although with much less confidence in her strength than usual. When she stands fully, smoke swirls around her head and blinds her. She hunches over slightly, holding Wanda close to her chest, and runs back in the direction she came from.

The ceiling shakes with a roar, and Natasha pauses midstep, afraid it will collapse on her. She isn’t sure how old the building is or if it’s properly up to code, but that won’t matter either way if her and Wanda are buried six feet under burning rubble. She holds her breath as she starts running again, but the pounding in her head grows unbearable and she has to stop to suck in ashy particles.

“We’re gonna die in here,” Wanda whimpers unhelpfully.

“We are getting out,” Natasha says, trying to look determined even though she feels scared inside. She isn’t quite sure she’s going the right way anymore either; her senses are totally disoriented and there are no reference points for her to rely on. Hesitantly, she takes a few more steps forward, weakening by the second from the lack of oxygen.

“Natasha,” Wanda says, and Natasha swears the weight in her arms is growing heavier.

“I’m…I’m…looking…” she gasps, stumbling over some chairs. Panic begins to fill her, but she knows she can’t give up just yet. She focuses on putting one foot in front of the other, but her movements become visibly sluggish and she finally collapses to her knees, the side of her leg grazing something hard.

The podium from earlier, which means the doors are nearby.  

“Here, here!” She puts Wanda on the floor and the two of them blindly grope for the doors. The ceiling rumbles again and large, flaming pieces begin raining down. Natasha shoves Wanda when she sees a wooden beam swing towards them, but it catches her arm and knocks her over, landing on top of her midsection.

“Shit!” Natasha struggles to push it off, but it’s too heavy and the angle she’s laying down doesn’t allow her to get much leverage. She hopes Wanda made it out at least. The weight is crushing against her already-overworked lungs and her vision starts to fade to black. She thinks about her team and what they’d do without her. She thinks about you, and how this is probably exactly what you had planned for her. In fact, her memories of you are so vivid it’s almost like she can see you standing over her.

Natasha blinks, but you’re still there. Maybe this isn’t a dream after all.

“Why did you come back?” you ask, looking at her with great disappointment. Natasha says nothing, staring at you with wide eyes. You kneel and push the wooden beam off her effortlessly, like it was made of plastic. “She comes from a family of traitors, you know.”

Natasha has no idea what you’re talking about. You take one of Natasha’s arms and put it behind your head, hefting her over your shoulder and standing. Natasha figures she had at least 50 pounds on you, but you carry her like a child. It’s part embarrassing, part arousing, and she grips the back of your shirt, desperate to hold herself as close to you as possible. Even through the smoke, she can smell the flowery notes of your perfume and her eyes begin to close.

“It’s not your time yet” is the last thing Natasha hears before she finally blacks out.

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AN: Simpy!Nat is fun to write. :)

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[jackiespurnell]

my yellowjackets oc !! ⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･

(note: i’ve never made one of these before sooo shh sorry if its bad)

name: adriana martinez

relationships: lottie matthews (romantic) travis martinez and javi martinez (siblings) natalie scatorccio (best friend during crash)

face claim: dafne keen (teen timeline), aubrey plaza (adult timeline)

about her: oldest martinez sibling, a little bit self absorbed, lottie’s on again off again gf, currently alive in adult timeline, tries to be positive, tries to be motherly figure to her brothers, sarcastic, protective, kind of obsessive, would listen to lana del rey if teen in modern timeline, kind of a mix of jackie, nat and lottie

pre crash (tw - sex work mentioned): 18, apart of the student council and volleyball team, dealing with undiagnosed anxiety and bpd, typical ‘overachiever perfectionist’ stereotype, had applied to columbia and got in on full scholarship, hides the fact that she’s broke from people, formerly worked at strip clubs before crash to get her family some money, had sex/relationships with a lot of shady/older people,

during crash: wasn’t as good as hunting as travis and nat but could still do it, so whenever one of them wasn’t up for it/couldn’t do it, adriana would step in, would usually pretend everything’s okay and would try and keep a smile on her face but when javi died, and travis wouldn’t talk to her, adriana started breaking down and isolating herself, sad cause she lost both of her brothers

relationship with lottie during crash: they got together between s1 and s2. once everyone started worshipping lottie, she would give her less chores and special treatment since adriana was her gf, which pissed off plenty of people (especially mari since she wanted lottie’s attention and shauna since she wanted leadership), lottie was very possessive of adriana and adriana was very possessive of lottie, but their personalities clashed often, and in between lottie and nats leadership, adriana took over after a fight with lottie, and she was one of the people who suggested the ‘drawing cards and hunting’ in the first place, so she blames herself for javi’s death, and when adriana was obviously in no place to lead, everyone suggested they follow lottie again, which is when lottie suggested they follow nat instead, which strains her relationship with nat but ultimately adriana still supports her in hopes that’ll get her and travis back together

post rescue: after the rescue, she also got sent to a psych ward, but a different one then lottie, nowhere near as exotic as in switzerland, she still gets horribly treated though, adriana and lottie don’t really keep in touch but occasionally they do get involved, she tired sending adriana money as well since lottie knew adriana’s financial situation, but adri declined, she tries and keep in touch with nat and travis as well but they’re dealing with their own problems so she’s kind of alone, found out about lottie’s death through misty separately/before the other yjs, even though she doesnt trust misty really she immediately agreed to help mistys investigation of lotties death(travnat is canon for the majority of the teen timeline but i imagine right before nats death her having a convo with adriana that implies her and misty are sort of a situationship)

sorry about the length!! i kind of got carried away lol (btw adriana was based off of these hcs i made last month)

[thesimline]

As in the century preceding it, headwear for men was a major component of 18th century fashion. The tricorn, or cocked hat, was hugely popular among both military and civilian men. Caps were another common style, with working class men wearing the knitted variety and upper class men wearing a 'night cap' as a form of undress when not donning their wigs. The bonnet phrygian or bonnet rouge was a sartorial signifier worn by hardcore revolutionaries in the latter part of the 1700s, with the red colour representing liberty and equality. CC links and reference images under the cut.

You can find more of my historical content here:

1300s ✺ 1400s ✺ 1500s ✺ 1600s ✺ 1700s

1 - British Uniform Tricorn by Revolution Sims

2 - Tricorne Hat by BokchoiJo

3 - Pirate Hat by Plaza Sims

4 - Washington's Hat by Revolution Sims

5 - Cavalier Hat by Strange Storyteller Sims

6 - Tricorn Hat by Acanthus Sims

7 - Beanie 01 by OranosTR (TSR)

8 - Oversize Knit Beaniet by Charonlee SIMS

9 - Fall Beanie by Joan Campbell Beauty (TSR)

10 - Night Cap by Simverses

11 - Floppy Beanie by BokchoiJo (TSR)

12 - Beth Beanie Hat by Blahberry Pancake

13 - Elizabeth Hat by Melonsloth

14 - Western Hat by LuxySims (Curseforge)

15 - Modern Mafia by LEXEL (TSR)

16 - Cocked Hat by Acanthus Sims

17 - Elegant Bircorne by Cringeborg

18 - Arcane Hat by Pralinesims (TSR)

With thanks to some amazing creators: @bokchoijo @plazasims @strangestorytellersims @simverses @melonsloth @cringeborg @lexel-sims-cc @pralinesims