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[hvbris]

@snicketsquadron sent "I'll keep you safe."

𝐊𝐈𝐓 & 𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐅 @snicketsquadron

Olaf let out a little scoff like one would put on armor. It was a dry, acidic sound. A way for him to say 'I don't need you to keep me safe,' not because it was true, but because he'd rather die than admit he needed it.

"Shouldn't I be the one promising you romantic idiocies like that?" he sneered with a sarcastic smile. "That I'll keep you safe, and that I'll love you forever? Do you want me to recite some poetry, too? Buy you a thousand roses, maybe?" When Olaf heard the expression "hurt people hurt people" he only saw it as advice to hurt someone twice.

[chaosfindsaway]

@acourtcfmuses said “Stop looking at me like that.” (To Dallas from Lydia )

"Like what? How do you know this just isn't my normal face?" Dallas asked, raising an eyebrow. In all fairness, he'd been spending a lot of time gazing off into the distance while his mind wandered. Ever since he returned from the park, actually. Maybe almost getting eaten by prehistoric beasts was a memory that one couldn't possibly begin to forget. He shook his stray thoughts away and looked at her with a smile. "Actually, I didn't realize I was staring, sorry. Kinda got lost in thought for a second."

[rehabilitating-sparrow]

@sah1x1s​ i found a gif pack that was perfect for younger Daria and I couldn't get younger still working with the military delta squad adopting a 17 yo assassin out of my head

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It wasn't out of the ordinary for the academy to pit two or three girls against one another, either sparring, or on missions. To the winner gets the spoils, and the losers died. That's just how it is. Daria won many a time. So for her final trial she was pit against two other girls around her skill level, and sent out to kill a political adversary. 

In the corner of her eye, in the reflection of shop windows she walked past, she knew she was being followed. Taking tricky passes, ultimately leading them to a dead end she turns to look at the four that were on her tail.

They either had made a significant error and put all their eggs in one basket, or there were other squads in the area hunting the other girls. She knew what was needed of her in this situation. The Widows were never caught, never surrendered. It seemed like Daria’s luck ran out in the worst of ways. She will die at the end.

Taking off the vitals monitor strapped to her neck and the earpiece in her ear, she waited. they would either shoot her, or be dumb enough to get close so she could fight.

[limbosava]

The Death of Mallory Glass, age 20

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𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀​ @bertievi​

"I did not know," she admitted.

Lucretia observed the King for a moment, before looking away, worried about seeming rude. His brother had abdicated? To her, this was a despicable show of weakness on his part. A King shouldn't push away the responsibilities bestowed upon them.

And she could understand what it felt like, to have a complicated relationship with one's brother. She certainly had one herself. But of course, she could not say that out loud, as it would be in poor taste.

The idea that a woman could be head of state in Britain left Lucretia speechless for a moment. She chewed on the words, feeling her heartbeat accelerating. Lucretia had always known that she wanted more out of life, but this was almost making her dizzy. "That's incredible," she exhaled, before quickly closing her mouth, as if she had said something forbidden.

"Maybe." She needed to stop talking. This was bordering on transgression! "I sometimes wish I could show women that they can be so much more than what The Capitol has in store for them."

Did he think it was fate? Divine intervention was the suggestion of the crown but Albert was not sure what it was. In his case, it was that his brother was an idiot, in his father’s case, his brother had just been sickly… maybe there was more to it than cruel irony after all to put him of all his family on the throne. He did watch her for her slip and her embarrassment afterwards, pausing for a moment to consider his words carefully. Sad that she felt so burdened and at the same time like a failure because she was born a woman.

“I am not the -eldest,” he began gently, “my elder -brother abdicated. He is the only –King in our history to do so and still be -very much alive.” Albert was still hurting on that front but he did his best not to show it, meaning for David’s escape from the burden of the crown as just a suggestion that she too had a choice, maybe not the best choice but it was there. “While I am a -stickler for -tradition, in this -country the -head of state -can be man or -woman. My -great -grandmother was one of the -greatest -monarchs in our -history and when my -time -comes my eldest -daughter,” currently just eleven years old, “will become -head of state after me. I would be -both -furious and -horrified if anyone expressed any suggestion of doubt in my -daughter’s right -to rule.”

He did not want that life for Elizabeth but that was how ‘fate’ had worked out, he had ascended and she was not first-in-line. “You and I both -know you are -capable of -many things, I do not know, maybe -fate made you a woman for a -purpose?” He raised an eyebrow at her hoping to get her to think on it. Maybe she was a vessel of change for Panem, proof that women were just as valuable as men.

[unbloodiedmartyr]

rip my favourite spineless bureaucrat you will be missed

[nouverx]

"But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods"

[hvbris]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 . 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊

Captain Hook is just James Matthew then. He is a charismatic young man, the illegitimate son of a nobleman who grew up raised by a Shakespearian actress after his father disowned him. This verse will follow his years as a student at Eton College, and later as a student at Oxford. Already quite the charmer and the gentleman, James is hungry for adventures. It's at Eton that he finds a book talking about Neverland, the magical Island that will become his obsession for the rest of his life.

[aslisjournal]

Asli Hersi, I want to go to another planet

[nellandvoid]

trying to do more silly doodles to practice sketching on my tablet again :)

[hvbris]

𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀​ @multipleoccupancy

Against all odds, Major Hewlett was advising her to... Lie to her father? At least until he had no other choice but to let her enlist. She felt herself blushing, half-terrified and half-emboldened by the suggestion.

He was, of course, right. If she told her father while he could still affect her decision, he could easily make sure that she'd never join the military. Claudius Snow certainly had the influence and power to do so.

"Thank you for your advice," she told him, still flushed but looking more determined than ever. "I shall follow it. I have no doubt my father would do everything in his power to stop my endeavor, should I fail to convince him. You're right, I shouldn't take any chances."

But he was being so nice, what if he got into trouble because of her? Lucretia, while being a rather cold young woman, was not heartless! And she was the one who had tricked him for her own ambition.

"You might get in trouble," she informed him, eyebrows knitted together.

Hewlett doubted it would stay quiet all too long if word got out and he was not entirely sure if Claudius would just rip up the application, force Lucretia into whatever he expected of her and then eliminated the witnesses. Him being the only said witness.

Still he felt for her as she gave her reasons for signing up, his shoulders dropping and his face turning that little bit kinder. He was not in such a position but he did have a decent understanding of what was expected of the women from high class families. She would be shuffled off somewhere, married to some Capitol snob and never heard or spoken of with any seriousness for her talents ever again.

“Perhaps you might allow an old soldier to offer you some advice?” It was going to be said whether she wanted it or not. “You should get the process moving before telling your father. Yes be the one to inform him of your decision but if you leave it until that moment, he can stop the process.” He should not be telling her as such, but he sensed it was going to be his head on the chopping block if Claudius had anything to do about it. “That way you are already in the system and he cannot take you out of it without… well, I doubt it’s attention he will want.”

[incorrect-spiderverse]

*Hobie and Pavitr stuck spontaneously babysitting Mayday*

Hobie staring at Mayday: "uhhh"

*Mayday stares at him*

Hobie: “Want to go fight crime?”

Pavitr: “SHE'S 1!”

Hobie, while picking her up by her foot and Mayday giggling: “I don’t know! What am I supposed to do with her?!”

[stickparrot]

These five little nerds has been hovering in my brain for a month so congrats

What do you mean I dont have type (lie)

[rubyvhs]

remedy (i) — sam winchester

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summary: you meet jessica’s friend group that she’s talked so much about and one person who’s she’s never talked about — tags: underage!reader, 22 year old!sam, med student!reader, smoking, cursing.

You’re a lot of things but weak isn’t one of them. Okay maybe just a little. You’re only slightly weak when it comes to Jess’s pout, her ‘please, c’mon’ and those green eyes— okay so only a little corruptible, but it means nothing.

It means nothing that you’re now standing alone at a party where you hardly know anyone and you feel like sleeping outside on the open road might be more entertaining. Not just any party too— one of the biggest parties, Lily Carson’s birthday. 

Basically anyone who looked her way was invited, birthday presents were plethora but not required and you wish you could say that she’s a bitch to everyone, but really, she’s one of the nicest people you’ve ever met. Which is why you started gaping at Jess when she suggested (begged) for you both to go. You don’t know Lily personally but she’s popular, obviously, and she invited Jess so why shouldn’t you come?

“C’mon, girl,” Jess starts as she comes back from a round of beer pong, “you can’t stay rooted in the same place the whole time, that’s not why I made you come.” 

Why she brought you at all was the question. What were you doing here other than being awkward? You haven’t even seen Lily the whole night and she’s the birthday girl. Jess is way more of a party girl than you are, she’ll attend each one and somehow keep her grades up but it isn’t even that. You don’t hate coming, you just don’t prefer it. Too many people more often than not cause overstimulation, crying and too many emotions. You’d rather steer clear.

“I didn’t want to come.”

She rolls her eyes. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my friends.” You knew all her friends, who would be new? Oh, probably people who aren’t majoring in med school. You met Jessica at lunch in your first year, she asked if you had company, you shook your head, she sat down, and the rest is history. 

You had plenty of friends from your major but none from outside so someone from law was quite thrilling since you’re not usually one to make friends easily unless you connect through school first. 

But throughout the past two years you’ve known her she’d usually hang out with your friends, she knew them all anyways, than you would go see hers. Now it’s different though, you don’t know of many people in your class that would go to a party on a Tuesday night so you’re sure you don’t know anyone here— well, until now.

Jess drags you to a different room. Fifteen, if not more, people are sitting in a circle— or something resembling it. Some of them on the floor, the couch, the tables with the booze. “Guys, here she is!” She introduces you with a big smile and most of them look up to wave at you. 

You want to say what catches your attention are the cute guys (there’s quite a lot) but it’s how freaking pretty these girls look. Like Jess. God, everytime you decide to leave your house your insecurities grow double their size. 

She starts pointing at her friends for you, “This is Emmy, Mary, Gen—” And it’s a damn long list. Longer than it should be, but you try to keep the ones you care about in the back of your head: Gen, Brady, Stella. No one really caught your attention the way those three have, they look like they’re more your style, laid back, on their phones, talking to Jess like they’re closer to her than the rest of the group. 

You sit between Gen and Jess on the beige couch, Brady and his girlfriend (?) at the foot of it, his hand around her shoulders. “Spin the bottle?” Someone from somewhere in the room says and you sigh. Yeah, this is why you don’t go to parties. The alcohol (which you don’t drink), the games (that you don’t play) and the making out everywhere. 

You grew up pretty reserved before you came to Stanford so you haven’t even had your first kiss, you haven’t smelled alcohol and you most definitely haven’t seen parties this big. 

“Brady?” Someone from the doorway shouts which makes most of us look up at— this person. Who isn’t real. I’m imagining him. “Hey, Jess, Gen,” he acknowledges both people I’m sitting between. Does that mean he’s real? No, no, just a figment of my imagination. He says my name next. A small nod. 

Kill me. Kill me now. How does he know who you am? You want to smile and greet him back but you feel like your body is just gone. Thankfully, he leaves your direct vision after slapping Brady’s shoulder, sitting opposite you on the couch next to a couple on another one. You look over at Jess with wide eyes.

“What just happened?”

“I should be asking,” she sighs, “you see one cute guy and turn mute.” Another thing about reserved upbringings? Never even had a boyfriend. Or seen cute guys.

“Cute?” You exhilarate aggressively, “Jess I would kill myself if I was him. He’s too beautiful for other people to see.” Her eyes widen and she leans forward. You’re already talking into each other’s ear at this point since everyone abandoned the ‘spin the bottle comment’ ever since this guy came in. “What’s his name?”

“I literally just said it when he said hi to you, which by the way, you’re so freaking rude! You didn’t even nod when I introduced you.”

“His name, whore.”

“Sam, slut.” You nod once and lean your back completely against the couch. You try so so hard not to look at him, he’s right in front of you at this angle, if you could just— he’s looking at you. In you. 

He smiles when you hold eye contact and you, like the dumb bitch Jess argues you are, look away quickly. Gen tells some stupid story about something that doesn’t matter to you no matter how hard you try but she’s so cute that you try your best to focus. His green eyes. Were they green? Not as green as Jess’s but they were green under this low light. His Long hair. Those shoulders.

Someone (the same guys who said ‘spin the bottle’?) suggests that you dip and almost everyone in the room agrees. You leave the party with about nine people, which, woah, too many human beings in one place. You see Lily on the way out, wish her a happy birthday, then run back to the group who’s getting two cars. 

You ubered here, not really sure what to expect or if you would be able to park somewhere safe, so you look at Jess with a frown. “What’s happening?”

“We’re going to McDonald’s. You wanna get in Sam’s or in Brady’s car?” 

“Neither, I could uber.” And even as you say it you feel a presence behind you, hovering. Jess is looking at him, but you’re sure if you look anywhere near his face you won’t be able to process the words out of his mouth.

“C’mon,” he draws out your name a little and you’re forced to look up when he stands next to the both of you, getting a cloud of his perfect cologne, “it’s safer this way, since we’re all together. Jess is coming with me, you should too.”

You nod once. Like before, nothing is going on in your head. God, screw this. How can you be so bad at talking to human beings when you're supposed to treat them for a living? 

“By the way, I haven’t seen you around, you’re law?”

You shake your head, taking a small step back that’s barely noticeable but allows you to breathe a little better. His eyes are brown and green. Is that possible? 

“Med. you’re pre-law?” He nods with a smile, putting a hand on Jess’s shoulder to drag her to the car and you follow along.

It isn’t even a tight fit since unlike half of the student population, Sam drives an SUV. You’re in the back with Jess and Gen, some guy who’s name you forgot is with Sam. He’s about to plug his phone in when Jess snatches it from him, “Nuh-uh, Sammy. You promised I can have it next time.” Next time? How many times has Jess been in Sam’s car? Are they together? No, can’t be, you two were just talking about him. 

But she did roll her eyes. Is it because they’re together? “Jess, I swear if I hear any Taylor Swift—”

Jess? And Taylor swift? What kind of joke is that?

“Shut up and drive, Sammy, nearest Mac is still ten minutes away.” But she says it like she’s glad. You and Gen look over her shoulder to choose songs with her, you decide on casual playlists everyone will like and both girls are calm enough to carpool all the way, meanwhile you’re texting your little sister that you’re out with friends so she can know where you are.

Okay, so maybe you listen to murder mystery podcasts too much— sue you for wanting to stay safe. You’ve occasionally gone out where boys were involved and so getting in their car was inevitable but most were nice enough to get into your own if you asked, just helped calm you down way more if you’re the one driving. 

You arrive and everyone’s out of the car, you’re the last one out when you notice Sam's not moving. The car’s parked, isn’t he coming inside?

You can’t believe you’re doing this. You’re speaking to him. “Sam, you coming?”

He looks back at you with that smile of his, that seemingly never leaves his face. “Yeah, just—” and he seems a little hesitant before he opens his armrest. This is it. You pissed off the wrong serial killer who looks nothing above twenty two. 

He takes out a pack of cigarettes and you let out a breath of relief. “I don’t like encouraging them and all that. I’ll finish up quickly and come inside.” You agree but don’t make a move out of the car, even if you do look away from him. “Do you? Smoke?” You nod a little but shrug right after so you confuse him more than yourself. 

You haven’t in a while, a few months, maybe. They’re expensive and money’s tight more often than not. Your parents send over as much as they can, which means you’re doing better than most of the people in school, but you try to be responsible so you’d only do it if someone offers one. A disposable, a cigarette, whatever they had.

“Come up.” It makes a smile stretch on your face as you get out of the car to get in the passenger's seat. “Pull it back. The seat.” You do and it puts you in a way more comfortable position. 

“Chad was just makin’ sure Gen was comfortable,” because she was sitting behind him, “how come I’ve never seen you with Jess before?”

“Oh, we don’t— or I don’t go out often. I don't go to parties and stuff like that ‘cause it’s,” God curse whoever invented oversharing, “yeah, anyways, I don’t do parties. I came ‘cause Jess promised brunch tomorrow if I come.”

“Brunch?” He asks with a small laugh, like it’s a ridiculous offer. 

You shrug, watch him take a cigarette out of the pack and pats himself down for a lighter then— “oh shit.”

Life is in your favor today because you’re grinning as you take out your own lighter. You usually keep it on you for aesthetic purposes, but times like these, they’re really handy. “Lighter?”

He looks over and nods, puts the cigarette between his teeth, his eyes meeting yours intensely. You could’ve lighted it up while it was between his fingers, you’re in the car, there’s no wind. But that doesn’t seem to be his point of view because he leans in and you do too, lining the lighter up, checking hastily so you can get back to staring into those oh so gorgeous eyes. With so many colors. 

The cigarette lights and he takes a pornaghraphic drag, arching his back a little to get comfortable and it almost makes you pass out. He repeats his earlier ridicule.

“Yeah, brunch,” You shrug a little, moving to face him more. You notice his phone is connected and playing music though it’s very low, “She’s paying so it’s basically a free meal for the week.” He chuckles through another drag and shakes his head.

“That’s true.” He offers the cigarette and you take a beat. Okay maybe a little more because he checks in, “It’s blueberry.” And it’s a ridiculous thing to say, he notices and shrugs. “Jess was the  one who bought it for me, my birthday was a week ago.”

“Oh, happy birthday, then.” He acknowledges your words as you take the cigarette between your own fingers to bring to your lips. You’ve shared smoking with other people, a whole car of people smoking the same thing— nothing new— but just the two of you? Sitting in the car with the low music… something is different. “How are exams— LSAT mocks are soon, right?” And if it’s the dumbest thing you could’ve said, he doesn’t mention it.

“Yeah, next week. They’re just mocks but I think they’re counting them as the finals.” You nod, not really understanding. Med school was way different than… this. Way way different. But you tried to be mindful of all the majors just so you could be able to open conversations with other people.

“That’s nice, must be stressful.” You wish you could say you’re usually better at conversations with strangers but unfortunately you’ve always found comfort in speaking about school whenever you don’t know the person in front of you. Really really lame when you’re talking to a guy you like.

You hand the cigarette back, “Shouldn’t we go back inside?” You ask quickly, wanting to leave.

He takes a breath, “I— uh, I gotta finish this first.”

“Why?”

“Emmy’s trying to quit. ‘S why she rode with Brady, he doesn’t smoke and she’s having a hard time.” Oh. That’s generous.

“You’re close with Emmy?” You take a beat before asking the real question that’s been on your mind, “and jess?”

He taps the cigarette out the window then look over at you with a small line between his brows. Just as you were about to backtrack. Not your business, you’re sorry, anything— “Not really. But I’ve known everyone since freshmen year and they're my friends so I try to be considerate. And I think what Emmy’s doing is good.”

For a second you think that’s that and are about to tell him that’s nice, maybe compliment him and then run out of the car but he smiles a little then adds, “Me and Jess are just friends too. Dated in my sophomore year for a few months, that’s it.” 

Oh. That’s good to know, you suppose. Not that it matters or whatever. He hands you the cigarette again and you steal at his eyes, trained on yours, before you take it from between his fingers, your hand slipping against his. You mutter a slow apology. He responds with a warm smile. “What about you? Boyfriend?”

That’s the question of the year. “No, no boyfriend.”

“And this group?” He nods over to the Mac you’re parked in front of. “You know any of them?”

“Except Jess, no. Just met everyone today, a lot of people.”

“So most of the people you know are from Med?” You nod. “You know Lana?” 

“Yeah, do you?” 

“Yeah, Lana’s an old friend, she got me into Stanford,” that earns a frown from you and he explains further, “helped me choose where I wanted to go since I didn’t have lots of options. I needed to get somewhere on a full scholarship. Said Stanford offers the most scholarships so I applied.”

“Woah, you’re here on a full scholarship? Really?” You see his proud nod, and it’s too damn cute. “That’s incredible, Sam.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Your phone pings and you thank god because opening a new conversation would be the end of you. You want to talk with him, and he obviously doesn’t mind your company if he’s opening topics but— it’s scary. And awkward. Though the latter is because of you. 

You see a text from Jess asking where you are, another from your sister to ask who you’re with, and a last one from one of the PA’s for your anatomy class. 

“You okay?” You nod quickly and open the one from your PA to make sure nothing was wrong but— hey, give me a call when you’re free, we need to discuss your last exam.

“Fucking anatomy.” You groan, shutting your phone off. You look up and notice Sam’s raised eyebrow. “What?”

“Anatomy 108?”

“Yeah?” In Med you take the same course four times throughout the school year. The first time you take it it’s called 101, then 102, then 104 and 108. It’s something you wouldn’t know unless you take Med or are interested enough to ask because it’s hard to explain in detail. 

“You’re— you’re taking anatomy? You’re a sophomore?” Oh. Oh shit. Yeah you’re a sophomore, shit shit. 

You can’t lie here, one, because he’d know, two, because you only take anatomy in your second and last year, and you damn well don’t look like you’re in your last. “That makes you, what, eighteen?”

God you wish, at least it wouldn’t kill you. You quickly hand him his cigarette before you break the news, “I’m seventeen.” His face drops and he sits up a little straighter, no longer as playful as he was before. 

So what if Sam’s possibly twenty-two? You’re only a few years younger, and he’s so gorgeous it wouldn’t really be that wrong to do something. Couldn’t you have pretended to be eighteen? Who said honesty is the best policy? Fuck them, man.

“Sam?” You ask when he’s been quiet for too long, even if only a couple of seconds that the music fills. “You okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” He shuts the car’s engine off and raises the windows, “let’s go,” once you’re out of the car he throws his cigarette onto the ground and takes out a packet of gum, then hands you one too. You take it with a smile.

You spot everyone pretty quickly, Gen, Jess and Emmy, the only girls you remember, are sitting on a booth so you head there and the whole way you’re getting looks from jess that you try to ignore. 

You wish it could be like that. And maybe it would’ve been. Maybe he would’ve kissed you or asked for your number or something if you’d kept quiet. 

part two; and all my life, I’ve been wanting this forever.

title from: static by alice shone.

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[chocodile]

Tiny little asteroids (Tiny little asteroids) Crashing through the sky (Crashing through the sky) Poison all my blood (Poison all my blood) Cut out both my eyes (Cut out both my eyes)

[livwritesstuff]

Every day, when Steve gets home from work, he always asks his and Eddie's daughters what they did while he was gone.

One day, they surprise him with an answer he hasn't heard yet.

They tell him, “Daddy taught us how to pick locks.”

The girls are immensely proud of themselves and want to demonstrate their newfound skill, so they put on a whole show of locking themselves in the bathroom and breaking each other out while Steve watches on.

Much to his chagrin, all three of them can successfully unlock the privacy lock on the bathroom door from the outside – including three-year-old Hazel.

“That’s…that’s great,” Steve says when they’re done. “Uh, where’s your dad?”

They tell him that he’s upstairs and, indeed, Steve finds Eddie up in their bedroom folding a massive pile of laundry.

“Seems like you all had fun today," Steve says to him.

"Did they show you the door thing?" Eddie asks with a grin, "Yeah, they had a blast with that."

“Okay, you do realize that the lock on our door was our ticket to any kind of a sex life, right?”

Eddie blinks, the smile on his face slowly fading.

“Oh…yeah. Shit.”

“Yeah,” Steve repeats, “Nice going.”