#written in 15 minutes

[diyasgarden]

rose-colored glasses (or the lack thereof)

In retrospect, his mother buying the garden should have been a point of concern. At the time you and Patrick had chalked it up to some sort of pre-emptive mid-life crisis. Not a brash or wild purchase like you'd expect, but large and lavish enough that it felt logical to group into the category anyway. And frankly, both of you were too enamored with this new space in the Zweig's summer home to really question the randomness of it's appearance.

It would have been a waste of time to worry about it then too. The academy took Patrick for most of the year, but his summers were always yours. Split between time at your homes in the city and wandering the acres of the summer house. There was no time to question the garden, not in the excitement of spending time with Patrick. The garden became a new adventure, a point of excitement in it's own right.

You two would wake up and bring your breakfast out there. Eating by the bushes, and later requesting to have all your other meals outside too. You'd walk around and play childish games you had yet to out grow. Sometimes read a book or just talk. It felt like the garden was a never ending entity, always with something new bud to capture your interest.

You never touched the flowers, rather enjoying the thought of you peacefully coexisting alongside each other and partially afraid of what Mrs. Zweig would say if she saw. Not that Patrick cared about any possible reaction his mother would have or the natural peace of the garden. He took to plucking any bud within arm reach.

Snagging flowers as you walked by a bush, plucking off bundles at a time. Begging to be picked, he'd smirk, pushing the flowers into your hands. Haphazardly made bouquets, if you could even call it that. It'd fluster you, endearing in it's own way, as long as it wasn't the roses.

They were the prettiest of the bunch, both in look and smell. A unexpectedly warm scent with a hint of sweetness reminiscent of the heady earthiness of cloves or myrrh. It'd wash over you anytime you were close to the large bush, drawing your gaze to the pastel blooms.

You'd run your fingers over the edge of the flower, pressing down against the the thin silky petals, as Patrick grabbed at the stem to pull them off. HIs brows would furrow the minute his fingers pressed against a thorn, but it stopped nothing. Only tightening his grip to properly pull the flower from the bush.

When he'd hand you the bud, you'd see the little prickles pushed into his thumb. Still grinning carelessly, as he insisted you take the flowers, you'd instead try picking out the thorn. He'd tell you not to worry and you'd scoff until you'd coax the small barb from where it was nestled in his skin. Wrap a band-aid around it for good measure, and watch it come loose in the span of couple hours.

It happen over and over again, him plucking the flower and you removing the thorns. An inevitable part of your time in the garden. Leaving you with more roses than any one person could need and having seen too many thorns pricked with his blood.

It's what you remember most about that summer. More than the garden or the sun, it was defined by that rose bush. Looking back, you and Patrick had settled into the roles you'd always play for the other that year.

Not that you realized it then (another gift of hindsight).

[teh-nos]

i feel bad about it but "he killed eighty people in two days" in The Avengers just doesn't seem like that high a number to me? it'd be high for a normal person, but in supervillainy terms that's... a bit crap, really isn't it?

no wonder Thor was so quick to say "he's adopted" the honour of the family is at stake here, you can't let the humans think that's the best any of them can do D:

[missanthropicprinciple]

my brain, all day: no, I don't wanna write

my brain at 4am: yay, writing time!

[warlenys]

megamind 2 i will kill everyone involved in making that shit and then myself i do not have a notes app filled with essays about the perfection of that fucking movie just for some cunts who want money to turn it into a shitty low budget typical family franchise when i get my fucking hands on them

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

Opposite of an Intellectual

“The opposite of an intellectual… you really think you could do that, Caffrey?” Jones asked, reading through the cover description.

“Do what?” Neal responded, blinking at them in confusion. Instead of the overly innocent smile that would usually accompany a question like that from Neal, his face was just blank curiosity. It seemed that for once the con man wasn’t messing with them; he just hadn’t been paying attention. 

“Be the opposite of an intellectual,” Diana repeated for him with an incredulous chuckle. 

Neal’s brows furrowed lightly in confusion. ‘What’s an… intellectual?” he asked, seeming to struggle to recall the word. 

Diana scrutinized him, but despite all the years she had spent working with Neal Caffrey, she couldn’t find a single tell that he was lying. By all appearances, Neal Caffrey genuinely did not know the word ‘intellectual.’

“On second thought, that’s kinda scary,” Jones decided, taking an unconscious step backwards. “Please stop.” 

Neal finally broke, giving them a devious grin and a theatrical bow. Diana had to admit, seeing firsthand how convincingly Neal could become someone diametrically opposed to his actual self was a bit terrifying. The short demonstration had left her heart pounding and breathing slightly shallow. 

“Remember this the next time you doubt me,” Neal warned cheerfully, winking at them before sauntering away. Diana and Jones looked at each other once he was gone.

“That was scary, right?” Jones asked.

“Yeah,” Diana confirmed, “that was definitely scary.” 

Then an idea hit her. “I wanna see Peter’s reaction!”

[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 4: Cinderella Moment

There was no Disney princess part of their love story.

No birds fluttering around them in the air, no perfectly sized shoe to say they’d found the right one. There were no balls, no cliche villains, no dragons to slay. It wasn’t grand gestures and sweeping declarations of love.

They’d earned a love like this. Soft. Quiet. Unassuming. Steady.

There was still bickering, still Harry’s dirty socks on the floor and Draco’s pretentious, expensive taste in… well, everything.

And it was good.

It was so good, the two of them, together, by choice and not by fate.

Theirs was a love that Harry didn’t doubt, couldn’t doubt, because it was something they worked for. It was something that both of them stubbornly held onto and fought for. It was theirs.

And it was enough.

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Written for @flufftober prompt “Cinderella Moment”

[love-fireflysong]

Okay. So. I'm gonna try something and if someone could send me a chrashley prompt, I swear with everything in me to have a little fic answered for it one hour after I see it.

The second I see the prompt I *will* make a post announcing that it has been seen and that I am officially starting to keep me accountable to literally everyone here.

[msommers]

ok obviously expanse au (whoever ur feeling) and apocalypse au + riya <3

mwah mwah thank you!! // send an au for 5 headcanons

expanse au [for lucky roll table winner] jorina

a belter born on ceres station. smth smth alienage in the human city of denerim can be a parallel to the belter city that's controlled by the UN. they're both also port cities. coincidence?? i think not. 

her family's hole (cannot believe i have to write that, instead of home like a normal person, to stay faithful to canon) was close to the station’s spin, just underneath the line of being considered too small for a family of 5 to live in. the two bedrooms were split between the parents in one and the three siblings sharing the second, and their living room had a slash in the wall that showed the native rock (never repaired, but her dad would eventually paint a mural there and blend it in). 

her mom was Definitely in the OPA, i don't even have to spend time considering it. wenna would have been a devoted member of the faction, raising her kids on all of the speeches about belter pride and the dignity they were owed, righteous in her anger over their continual mistreatment. so this means she absolutely died in a star helix raid on an OPA hideout that was suspected to be the hub of some illegal activity. it definitely wasn't and in the end it's just another for the tally of injustices done against belters 🤷‍♀️

i may be 9 books into this series and have consumed a bit more sci-fi media in general over the last few years, but my god do i still forget Jobs in these settings so easily. so after browsing a few google results, i'm thinking she'd have doubled down on studying/training to eventually become a chief navigator, with some secondary work in astronomy and geoscience. probably some just-above-standard mathematics and computers thrown in there too for good measure. she's a proper belter, they're always having to learn all they can just to adapt and survive.

she took on numerous small OPA jobs to make ends meet for the family, offered to her because wenna was well respected and nobody wants to see her family starve after she'd passed. jorina only took the ones that were simple and quick, and least likely to tie her to the organization. she believes in their overall values wholeheartedly, but didn't want to become dependent on their sporadic work for income,,,and also, yeah, maybe some of the more hardcore members scared her a bit.

apoc au riya (with classic zombies in mind)

thinks about victor's death translating to somebody finding him already killed and being torn apart by zombies. throws up, wails,, jumps off a cliff,,, at least she's starting off the journey w semi-equal trauma to canon 💜 

the girly who had too much faith in the system and thought everything would be contained in like a week so she didn't worry about preserving anything whatsoever. she's throwing a fit on day 8 because her phone is dead and she can't listen to her comfort music literally what's the fucking point anymore just take her out now-

wanna have her separated from family just for the drama of it. no solid plot reasons, i just wanna see riya having an abrupt and overwhelming breakdown like 2 months in when she realizes she can no longer lie to herself and has to accept she won't see her family again due to distance and no possibility of communication. i fear the daddy’s girl may not survive this, fellas.

unexpected tradeswoman when people realize that she's been hoarding beauty and personal care items since month 1 while normal people were stocking up the usual survival necessities. so fun picking on the spoiled girl for having her perfume in the apocalypse until you desperately want some shampoo and realize she's your only option atm.

kinda funny if riya's battle mage skills translate to her being surprisingly good at picking up combat skills against the undead in this au. 10 minute preparation speech from bastian as he's gearing up to show her how to use a pistol and she ends up sinking like three headshots on the first round, then hits him with the “what, like it's hard???” line. has to use an axe to cut her way out of a corner she was being backed into and she comes out without a scratch but absolutely raging over her chipped nails and the blood that is actively staining her $450 jacket.

[sejanusarchive]

Alright, took a break from Tumblr but I’m back and the amount of drafts I have accumulated is getting ridiculous. Would it be super annoying if I posted a bunch of them? It wouldn’t be well thought out stuff, and some of them are very unserious as well

[lastyoungrene-gay-de]

this fic is wildly out of character but it’s well written, 50k words, and an au i like so i’ll push through

[jmflowers]

The scene we never got. Maya and Carina finding their home

I decided to have some fun with this and actually write the scene in script format, because I can. This doesn't precisely follow the screenwriting rules, of course, because y'all need a little something more. (And I'll probably follow this up with a genuine narrative version of this idea later.) But! We're yolo-ing.

Crudely watermarked because this is mine, babies. Please don't steal or repost elsewhere or what-have-you.

[akyrahaiato]

mispelling variables will actually be the end of my sanity

[saym0-0]

angel and john jacob dancing together to bad days on the horizon please and thank you for your time

[whoslaurapalmer]

the e-z pass scam texts are so fucking funny to me because. I keep getting them and I don't drive

[ctubbolvr]

cbeeduo fic is going well!! currently at 9.7k words :)) who is excited ‼️ (it’s very gay btw)

[wickershells]

not everyone feigns sincerity