#spoilsport

[sleetkissed]

a little delayed gratification won’t kill the daughter of murder... is what he's thinking as he restores all of esteri's items sixty seconds before the deadline. ( you lot can thank him for being the hero of camp, hah. )

𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 . unprompted interactions

   Pale  red  eyes  shift  into  bitter  slits    when  they  fell  onto  her  returned  jewelry.  Gods,  she  actually  was  looking  forward  to  the  performance  of  tonight. 

   ❝ They  took  the  only  joy  I  had  left  .  .  . ❞     mumbling  while  sheathing  her  dagger  reluctantly.  At  least  everything  was  back  in  its  place.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Spoilsport

Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List

Pairing: Will Miller x Reader

Prompts: Icicles/ Smooth/ Pen Pals

“Would you quit looking at those icicles? You’re going to lose an eye.” 

You smile, lowering your phone from where it’s pointed at the (frankly, terrifyingly sharp) icicles hanging from the shade over the porch. You turn back to Will, pouting when you see him holding two shovels. 

“Do we have to?” You whine. 

“If we don’t want anyone to slip and sue us, yeah, babe, we do.” 

“Spoilsport,” You mutter, tucking your phone away and taking the shovel from him. 

“I’ll start on the sidewalk, you start on the steps? Meet you in the middle?” He asks. 

“Fiiiiiiiiine.” 

Will chuckles, leaning in. “Sooner we get it done, sooner we can go in and watch tv.” 

“Will you make cocoa, too? Not the packet stuff, like the really stove-top kind?” 

“Yes.”

“Promise?” 

Will smiles, raising a hand and gently cupping your jaw. You lean in as he does, letting your eyes slide closed for a kiss—that never comes. 

“Stop stalling and start shoveling,” Will murmurs. Your eyes open as you find his lips just inches from yours. Before you can pout or argue, he’s trudging through the snow, down the front walkway to reach the snow-smothered sidewalk. You huff, shuffling over to the top of the stairs and beginning to shovel as you grumble. 

“Set me up for a kiss and then walk away—Cruel and unusual punishment. If he thinks he’s getting some later…He’s still gonna get it, but I’m gonna be annoying about it.” 

-- 

Luckily, the snow that’s gathered isn’t the awful, heavy, wet kind. For the most part, it’s light, and powdery. It’s a little more packed in around where Will stepped, and it takes a little more elbow grease to get the snow from those spots up. You glance up some time later, flinching as your shovel strikes another. 

“Fancy meeting you here,” Will says, nudging your shovel back with his. 

“Smooth, Miller.” 

“For someone who hates shoveling, you’re pretty good at it.” 

“I’ve had more practice than Iike.” 

“Speaking of practice,” Will comments, nodding toward your neighbor’s house. “I’m not sure when Mrs. Harrison’s kids are coming next. I’m just gonna go shovel her walk. I’ll make you cocoa when I’m done, I promise.” 

You hesitate, glancing over. Mrs. Harrison’s an older woman that lives alone. She has two children around your age that visit fairly often, but the snow’s been so bad, and the roads haven’t been cleared. You bite your lip before you nod, staring down your clear walkway. 

“It’ll go faster with two,” You insist. Will catches up, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Same sidewalk-step split?” 

“Sounds good to me.” 

-- 

“My body hurts,” You whine. And it’s mostly for show, but you do hurt, a little bit. Your lower back is killing you, and your arms are tired. That doesn’t even account for the chill in your body. You kick your shoes off by the front door before you begin to undo layer after layer.  

“Still want cocoa?” Will asks. 

“Screw the cocoa. Let’s have some brandy.” 

“On an empty stomach?” 

“What could possibly go wrong?” 

“I’ll reheat some leftovers.” 

You pout, watching as Will hangs up his coat and scarf. 

“Spoilsport.” 

Will smiles, turning and looping his arms around your middle, drawing you in. 

“Thank you for helping me.” 

“You’re welcome…It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” You admit. Will grins, dipping in for a kiss. You smooth your lips tenderly against his, sighing softly, and giggling as the chilled tip of his nose nudges against yours. 

“So I can count on your help the next time it snows?” He murmurs. 

“I didn’t say that.” 

Tag list: @amneris21 ; @elen-aranel ; @brandyllyn ; @massivecolorspygiant ; @blueeyesatnight

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #222 - "The Sting Of Scorponok"

Originally posted on August 4th, 2008

Story - Josh van Reyk Art - Gareth Watson, Javier Reyes, Ed Pirrie, Cameron Booth, Greg Donaldson Colours, Letters - Joana Lafuente

deviantART | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: A simple introdump-esque vignette that tries to give one-line characterisation to the Autobot Headmasters, set at the end of The Rebirth, Part 2. Artist Ed Pirrie clarifies that Arcee is stepping on Scourge, and holding the Key to the Plasma Energy Chamber. Javier Reyes definitely drew Highbrow; I can’t confirm the attributions of the other artists to the other panels, but based on the order they’re listed on deviantART, Watson did Hardhead, Booth did Brainstorm, and Donaldson did Chromedome. See below for the inks for Highbrow and Scorponok.

[a2zsportsnews]

India vs Canada, Florida weather updates, T20 World Cup: Rain might play spoilsport in IND v CAN match in Lauderhill

Rain might play spoilsport during the India vs Canada group ‘A’ match of the T20 World Cup 2024 set to happen in Central Broward Regional Park Stadium Turf Ground in Lauderhill, Florida on Saturday. The match is scheduled to begin at 10:30 AM local time (8:00 PM IST) but the weather forecast in the area suggests a possibility of rain before the match that could delay the toss at 10:00 AM local…

[ipl24]

#IPL 2024, PBKS vs RR Weather Report: Rain To Play Spoilsport In Mullanpur? Read Here | Cricket News #TATAIPL #IPL24

#IPL24 # After a stellar start to the season, Rajasthan Royals finally got a taste of their own medicine as they faced defeat against Gujarat Titans in Jaipur on April 10. It was their first defeat of the season after winning four games in a row since the season began. Now they face the unpredictable Punjab Kings who on their best day can defeat any side when in the mood at the Maharaja…

[farizal]

Rock balancing or standing rocks or rocks on viagra. Nothing mysterious and not related to paganism or any religious sect just some campers practicing the arts of rock balancing. Rock balancing or stacking can be harmful to the environment. It can cause erosion and damage the ecosystems of rivers and streams, etc. #naturalgraffiti #janganmainbatu #spoilsport 🌏 Discover Hulu Langat, Selangor Darul Ehsan. Outdoor photo series. FEB 9, 2023 😷 #followSOP #staysafe __________________ #covid19 Keep taking precautions. Stay safe #kitajagakita Lindung Diri, Lindung Semua. #rockbalancing #rockstacking #instadaily #hikingmalaysia #campinghululangat #discoverhululangat #forestmalaysia #saveforest #saverivers #campingfamilymalaysia #discoverselangor #jomcamping #apaadadihululangat #travelmalaysia #hululangat #instaplace #campingmalaysia #vandalismofhabitat Everyone has a right to his or her own opinion, please keep your comments relevant and respectful. (at RKCG - Rumah Kebun Camping Ground) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cob4ANzpKAb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kryaaas]

Not enough people are talking about the fact that Kim named the case THE FURIES ARE AT HOME IN THE MIRROR

[57sfinest]

kim is such a funny little guy like he emphasizes how little the rcm salary is when you ask about it (5500 reál annually- 460/mo) but here he is with his nice electronic sports watch and his little instant camera and his fancy revolutionary cosplay for plainclothes and he's living in the GRIH which can't be cheap and he's got his fancy little mnemotechnique notebooks which are like the moleskine of elysium i guess and his fancy little ballpoints that he does NOT want to share with you which i bet is because they cost him like a week of salary. and this is the rcm he's not getting stipends for supplies or watches or housing or probably even the gas for the kineema. poor as fuck but he is going to buy himself his little treats god damn it. if he lived in our world you know he'd be out getting himself a $9 vanilla soy milk half caf dirty chai iced latte every morning on the way to the station and eating instant noodles every night to claw out room in the budget for it

[laserbread]

Ok, Headmasters has me officially sold now.

Here's a compilation of Peacemaker hanging out with Pointblank (and the other targetmasters are here too)

Have a seat, part 2:

[meyerlansky]

i love that jack just looms over curt through the whole fight like a buzzard who's been roped into becoming the world's most exhausted mother hen

[smanfa]

sorry the boop thing got annoying for me fast

send asks instead

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

Ow! fine...

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[gabichanwrites]

Imagine you have a character, a broken, vicious man who bites and spits venom even at a person he loves the most, who pushes the buttons of his love just because this toxic familiarity is all he knows, just because it's all he feels safe doing. And then his love finds another person who brings out such a different part of them, a part this character never could or maybe just long forgot how to do. He drowns in jealousy, in his bitternes, he hurts his love, he hurts his love's beloved, their crew... And finally gets what he wanted. Finally has his Blackbeard back, finally can forget about the part of Ed he can no longer reach... But suddenly Blackbeard is unpredictable even to this character.

And suddenly everything changes as he slips and can no longer even enjoy the familiar toxicity because he saw something better and kinder and selfishly wishes for it too, despite it all. And suddenly he understands people around him, people who never saw the evil in Edward, and suddenly he realizes it's his fault. All of it, just a part of it - doesn't matter. He caused this and nobody is happy, not even him.

And then, despite everything, others start to care for him. They tell him "We think you're in a toxic relationship" as if they didn't know it was him who brought Blackbeard back and they hug him tight as if he wasn't the once to sentence them to this horror and they hold his hand when he panics. They experience kindness and hope in a miserable place, maybe a glimpse of what made Blackbeard so soft for a moment there. And when everything falls apart, when he takes the final tumble in this horrible dance he has with Blackbeard, somebody is there to hold him up. Somebody is there to criticize his drinking and make him a new leg and call him their unicorn. The character is "their bastard", he is part of them. He is part of something kind and accepting and he shyly embraces the new familarity-that-might-be, even when he still insults and retreats and bottles stuff up because maybe if he seems fine he can help others, maybe in the end he can be loved in a way as kind as theirs. Maybe he can have a family.

So once they are again in danger he takes the chance and speaks boldly and captures the ominous attention of the enemy. He takes a risk for them. He takes a bullet for it. He rests in the arms of his love and tells him he's sorry even when he could never accept the other's apology. He never gets the chance to try more and forgive more and try to be forgiven more. He can only ever serve as a tool for another character, can never evolve to existing on his own, to healing on his own.

You are Izzy Hands. You are drowning in your mistakes and the toxic familiarity you're too afraid to get out of. And once you dare to try...

The show would rather have you die than give you a chance at healing and happiness.

Your death doesn't prove a point and it doesn't mean anything. It's just cruel.

[myenterpriseisparked]

I love Threshold Day so much.

[volivolition]

if i had a nickel every time a harry gym teacher fic had 1) a caring coach harry who loves his kids and 2) a REALLY WELL-WRITTEN ECHEM id have two nickels, which isnt much but

[asheslab]

If you're sure about it, then I won't lay a finger on your insides. But something in your reaction says otherwise.

*I'd like to place an order*

@asheslab

*A tablet appears before you, showing you a customization screen for the physical characteristics of the robot*