#thats funny daniel

[humanhalfofachilleus]

still doomed, are we?

[nesperus]

mentopolis is an absolute blast so far

[pseudophan]

pov: the worst couple at the party proposition you for a threesome

[aalghul]

did anyone else see the "I suffered, why shouldn't they?" - "I suffered and I'll do my best to help people because of it" with jason & cass respectively on twitter. did anyone else laugh because a) the first is NOT jason, b) the second is cass and 99.9% of heroes in the dcu, and is such a bland explanation of her unique motivations. "she wants to save people" no duh? but through saving people she felt a connection to people equal to & stronger than the one she felt when she killed a man and becoming batgirl gave her an identity and she gained a family and a name even outside of batgirl and she felt like she was atoning by risking her life to save others' (and didnt think it was adequate and had to go on and on until she died in service of The Mission). all you've got is "cass good, jason bad xoxo" is that as far as your analysis can go.

[krytus]

[cowchickenbeefpork]

Before I watched iwtv I thought Daniel and armand was a actual thing. And so when I saw armand and Louis be together I thought "oh that old man is gonna be a homewrecker this season he's gonna make armand cheat on his husband" but no. You people are sick and horrid liars to me. How could you do this to such a thing to a whimsical creature like me? How could you trick me that old man wanting the young old man was undeniably Canon. For shame. For shameeeeee.

Edit: nvm. Exile for a thousand years for I.

[neonsbian]

my prediction for s3 is that theyre gonna keep the interview format but daniel is gonna start a podcast to interview lestat that hes gonna use to promote his band and louis is gonna show up time to time for the podcasts and idk maybe theyll like eye fuck each other while daniels sitting there like 😐 and then lestats gonna be like ohhh monsieur molloy apologies for flaunting my relationship in front of you when your maker has completely abandoned you in your time of need and speaking of your maker, let me tell you about the time we fucked in excruciating detail

[funsizedshark]

pacing around in circles muttering to myself about daniel and louis and the years between the first interview and now...... daniel telling armand "he didn't even want me in the end" after offering to get on his knees for him instead... they didn't fuck but for decades "i really thought we did" / "do you want to now?"... daniel is old and dying in a penthouse full of impossibly young beautiful immortal beings and louis still laughingly offers something that daniel thought for years he'd gotten already. and then it turns out that not only he didn't, but something in him had assumed they did have sex and never explored that further and he's gone through this entire second interview so far under that assumption because that bridge has been crossed already. except it hadn't and when louis says "do you want to now" you can see the change in his expression like for the briefest of moments he really is considering it

[bedforddanes75]

no im so normal about him what do you mean

[echoing-gravity]

Au where durring reality trip the trio runs into "Dani with and i" (since her premire eposode is techinecly before reality trip this is entirely possible) and she helps them defeat Freakshow.

Danny uses the gauntlet to make his parents think shes ACTUALLY their distant cousin thays been recwntly orphained so that they adopt her. Essentally making her a main cast member thru all of the season 3 storylines.

Jazz is aware of the realitytrip shanangans and is very conflicted about dannys choice to fuck withtheir memories, causing conflict. But shes also very pro dani.

[melljam]

samuel during chapter 506 lol

[evermorepeyton]

is this how they finally get a hamster every month?

[jullythevamp]

daniel after 1 minute at the penthouse:

[evilrobot-bill]

I don't even know how to start this but oh my god.

Watching Blade Trinity with the fam, as one does, and in the opening scene (which you can watch here if you want. Little warning for screaming but it's vamp slaying goodness) I see for literally a second... A SECOND... or less before the guy gets garlic powdered, his jacket opens.

Anyway I'm not crazy right..? This is the boys n Star???

Ignore the subtitles ... and the horrible quality but I couldn't stop thinking about it so this is a late night escapade. Comparison pic for your viewing pleasure (just crop Mikey out... that's what I do)

[riovidalharkness]

Here's the story behind Rio's flowers In the original concept artwork for The Green Witch, a flower blooms from her chest where the jacket closes. During the fitting with Aubrey, it became clear that it was all too congested around the neckline and keeping the jacket closed all the time felt claustrophobic. So we popped it off and Aubrey held it in her hand while we fit the rest of the garment. She began to play with it, twirl it around in her fingers, chew on it and used it to gesture. It had become (very naturally) a prop! So right there in the fitting room we hatched the idea that Rio would bloom flowers whenever she wanted. Jac loved the idea and so my brilliant specialty costume fabricators @ainstrains and @bluebrookz hand crafted and painted fantasy flowers that correlated to the color of each trial on the road.

My personal favorite is The Death Flower, reserved for the moments when Lady Death offers you a beautiful orchid and a one way trip to across the river Styx.

[tenderjock]

like the moon moves the tides [agent carter werewolf au]

part i. hackles raised

It takes Peggy approximately thirty seconds to sniff out the other wolf in the SSR office.

It’s definitely a him, not one of the phone girls or an odd female assistant or interviewee. And it’s someone who is a frequent fixture of this building. The office smells of him, like he’s been marking territory – not literally, she hopes, since the last thing Peggy wants to deal with is a wolf that thinks it’s acceptable to piss on walls. He smells young. There’s something almost, well, not hostile, exactly, but combative about the scent.

She ignores the comments from the human men, appreciative or mocking or both, and places her briefcase down on the desk Chief Dooley had indicated was for her. It’s way in the back, across from the table with a paper shredder and pencil sharpener and farthest away from the commissary.

Colonel Phillips had told her, when he’d given the recommendation, that the Howlies had been the exception rather than the rule in the SSR. Dooley knows she’s a wolf, but part of her contract involves not telling anyone else in the office. Humans may know about their furry cousins, but even after the war, when whole packs mixed in battalions alongside humans, there was a fair amount of discomfort between the two races.

Peggy hadn’t particularly expected to find another one of her kind among these men in New York. It’s no big surprise that the other men are already dismissive of her on day one; she’s worked with humans before. It’s no surprise she’s been relegated to a secretary role. It’s no surprise, it’s just – frustrating.

A clunky, stepping sort of noise catches her attention. Peggy glances up without moving her head, and sees the bottom half of a man using a crutch to walk. He stops at her desk.

She finds herself resisting the urge to growl reflexively. It’s not this poor fellow’s fault that she’s in a new environment, without allies and quite literally cornered. Swallowing the aggression, she looks up.

He’s handsome enough, she notes, with dark curls that are fighting a liberal application of pomade and a shy, slightly awkward smile. He extends a hand, oblivious or uncaring of the way half the office is staring at them.

“Hey there,” he says, tone friendly. Peggy inhales subtly; there’s a hint of arousal there, but not too much, no more than would be expected from a human man seeing an attractive woman in any casual context. More than anything, he smells hopeful, anticipatory, eager to please. “Daniel Sousa. Welcome to the team.”

Someone snickers and it’s like a light has been turned on in Peggy’s head. She’s lived in packs her whole life, first her family and then the Howlies; human hierarchies aren’t so different. Of course, the crippled man would be at the very bottom of the office’s pecking order. Her existence just boosted him one step further up the ladder.

At least he’s being polite about it. Without looking at the snickerer, she takes his hand and gives it a firm shake.

“Peggy Carter,” she says. “I appreciate it.”

Sousa doesn’t linger, just gives her one last smile and a nod and crutches back to his desk, which is a few in front of hers. She watches him go, thinking, then starts to unpack her things and start work. Putting away her meager belongings – a few fountain pens, a notebook and an emergency, backup lipstick – doesn’t take much time. After a few moments, Peggy supposes she cannot put off the inevitable any longer, and she turns to the stack of reports that Dooley wanted her to retype and file.

As she’s bending over the first file, the male wolf steps into the room.

Peggy can’t help it. Her head snaps up. The wolf is in the doorway leading into the bullpen, stock still, nostrils flared. The whites of his eyes are showing all the way around, and there’s a hot, heady flare of adrenaline-fearsubmission-anger.

Peggy stares at him. He stares back. No one else in the office seems to pay them any mind – if this were a wolfpack, Peggy thinks, people would be circling for the fight. She doesn’t stand up, because that’s just going to make a young, male wolf who is unsure of his place angrier and more volatile.

The scent marking makes more sense, now. He’s a submissive kind, unused to work around humans, perhaps? Overcompensating for it, and he’s taking her as a threat rather than as a potential friend.

Even though it takes every ounce of willpower she has to stay in her seat, to stay woman-shaped, to not bare her teeth and snarl, Peggy remains where she is, watching the wolf as he approaches her. His posture is casual, now, slouching with his hands in his pockets, but his scent is still writhing with emotion.

He comes to a stop at the end of her desk and leans a hip against it. (Peggy can’t help herself. She flashes a quick hint of fang. He only smirks.) She looks up at him, eyes narrowed.

“Didn’t realize Dooley was getting us a typist,” he says, sounding smug. At least, his tone sounds it; his blood pressure smells like it’s through the roof and he’s sweating. His fingernails are sharper and a touch longer than they should be, and his pupils are glinting yellow.

Here’s the thing: if Peggy were any other female wolf – or even quite a few male wolves – she would be finding herself defensive, intimidated even. But she’s fought in battles most of the men here would have no words for, and her last pack had been led by a person that could tear this wolf apart with his bare, human hands. She’s certainly not going to back down from this pup, but she’s not going to pick a fight on her first day of work, either.

“Agent Margaret Carter,” she replies rather sternly. “I’m a transfer from the European field office.”

The claws slowly sink back under his skin. His scent settles, a little, but not as much as Peggy would like it to. “Right,” he says. “I’m Agent – ” the word is mocking “ – Jack Thompson. There’s some more filing that needs to be done on the Skaneateles case. But since you look all settled in, how’s about refilling the coffee pot? Or do they not do coffee in Europe?”

She glares at him, well aware that there’s nothing she can do. Thompson’s well aware of it too, judging by the self-satisfied grin on his face.

“Thanks, Marge,” he says over his shoulder, and saunters away, a definite tinge of amusement in his scent. Peggy clenches her hands, with their perfectly manicured nails that she was loath to ruin scraping his blond hair off of his head, into fists.

So much for having an ally among all these men. She consciously ungrits her fangs, and gets up to make some coffee.