For @littlestartopaz from my vast repository of prompts from her. R from this post, Steve/Bucky/Sam
friendship (“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”)
Okay, some stealth feelings about Steve
being all alone in the 21st century snuck in there, but they’re real
small and mostly this is very funny, I have no regrets. Timelines for the first two should be
obvious, the third one is some time after they drag Bucky’s poor exhausted self
out of cryo again and go fight more shit.
Because Steve is a fighty shit and Bucky would never be able to let him
run off alone and Sam is rapidly falling into the same black hole of stress.
“This is without a
doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had–”
“Well, now, Buck, we
both know that’s just not true,” Steve protested, half-laughing.
“The stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” Bucky repeated firmly, and
knocked back the rest of his beer without breaking his scowl. “Except for that time you became a lab rat,”
he allowed as he lowered his glass, “this is the stupidest.”
it’s kinda cool how our generation has created actual tone in the way we write online. like whether we: write properly with perfect grammar, shrthnd everythin, use capitals to emphasise The Point, use extra letters or characters for emotion!!!!!, and much more - it means we can have casual conversations, effectively make jokes using things like sarcasm that’s usually hard to understand without context and much more. this “incorrect English” has really opened avenues of online conversation that isn’t accessible with “correct English” which is pretty interesting
My class and I literally taught some of the nuances of this to our english teacher, things such as the difference between “yes” and “yes.” or “..” and “…”. It makes perfect sense linguistically that we would create this complexity to ease communication in a medium without body language and tone, but what my teacher was really floored about was that none of this had ever “learned” it, we’re “native speakers” of a whole new type of english.
“And this is what I love about God: The Church has driven out LGBTQ people for centuries, with an especially intense malice over the last several decades, and in response to this, God just says, okay, fine, we’re good out here. Where you chase my people, I will be with them. Where they gather, I will be there. Clubs. Conversations. Protests. In lament and anger and tears and laughter and way too many drinks. I will be with them and make this right for them. I will love them more fiercely for their wounds. I will draw them close. I will know them and they will know me. They will tell you my name.”—Ben Moberg (via azspot)
i really like the advice “write marginalized characters but don’t write about marginalization unless you experience it”
absolutely i think cis people should expand their horizons and write trans characters, but they shouldn’t write stories about being trans. likewise i think allistic / NT authors should write about autistic characters! but not stories about being autistic.
represent us. absolutely. but don’t tell our stories. let us do that.
I was thinking today about Les Amis getting really legitimately excited when they hit a crossroads in their discussion/planning and Combeferre pulls out the legal pad and pushes his glasses up his nose and announces it’s time for the Pro’s and Con’s list.
a reveal fic in which adrien and someone (literally any someone, but marinette would probably be most likely to know) would take a picture and say cheese, and plagg comes zooming out. and adriens just like. PLAGG NOOOOOO
i see that you said fic. i acknowledge that you said fic. but holy shit.
Adrien: But if I'm Chat Noir and Chat Noir has a crush on Ladybug and Ladybug is actually Marinette and Marinette has a crush on me then that means…we actually have a crush on each other.
Plagg *sleepily*: She’s literally lying in bed beside you. You’re married. Go back to sleep.
hawkmoth is the kingpin of the notorious crime ring terrorizing paris under the name “Akuma”
organized crime is at an all time high, and no one feels safe anymore
surprise surprise, the police are useless
enter: marinette duapin cheng, sweet and cunning and tired of seeing her city being terrorized
so she obscures her identity, setting out into the night streets armed only with her wits, 7 years of aikido lessons, and the burning desire to clean up the streets
soon all the tabloids are talking about
a faceless heroine dubbed “the ladybug“ taking down muggers left and right around paris’ seedy underbelly
enter: adrien agreste, who’s inspired by the stories and tired of living his oppressively structured life
so he suits up as well, masking his recognizable face as he and his fencing sabers seek out the mysterious vigilante
he helps ladybug out of a tight spot, they team up
im talking infiltrating hideouts
im talking “cut off one head and two more take its place”
im talking red-x’d pictures and yarn stretched across a cork board
imagine the student in their class arguing. “well i think they should just leave it to the authorities!” chloe shouts. “yeah, like the cops could do anything without the help of Ladybug and Chat Noir,” Alya counters
half of paris loves the duo, and the other half want them off the streets for good
its basically netflix daredevil au at this point I KNOW
what she means:
in episode 10 of miraculous ladybug, heartbreaker doesn't just conjure feelings of hate out of thin air. he perverts existing feelings of love, so it stands to reason that the more someone cared for the person they loved, the more they would hate them once affected. couples were seen storming away from each other and alya and sabrina committed cruel but petty acts against their best friends but chat noir loves ladybug so much that after he'd been effected he tried to FUCKING DESTROY HER
For some reason I am really attached to the idea of Adrien making bad first impressions on people because of the association with Chloe? And then blowing them out of the water just by being his cinnamon roll self. So this idea jumped out at me as inspired by the scene in Origins where Adrien literally flings himself off his climbing wall like an idiot who has definitely done that before and will do it again.
Like imagine early on, maybe the second day of school before everyone has figured out what a sweetheart he is, they have gym class, and no one knew they had to explain to Adrien about wearing gym clothes so he’s wearing jeans and impractical footwear. And of course, he appologizes profusely to the teacher, saying he didn’t know there was gym today and didn’t bring anything to change into, completely unaware that Chloe uses this excuse all the time. So the class is collectively rolling their eyes, and the gym teacher is aggravated, because the last thing he needs is another rich brat thinking the rules don’t apply to them, so he decides to make an example.
He says today’s lesson is very important and so he’ll have to make due barefoot, and that he can even come up first and help show the rest of the class what they’re doing today. And Nino and Marinette, plus some of the more kindhearted students are all wincing on his behalf, while everyone else feels pretty vindictive about getting to watch Chloe’s friend embarrass himself.
Of course Adrien is an oblivious sweetheart and is just completely thrilled that not only does he not have to sit out his first ever gym class for being unprepared, he gets to go first! And so of course he beams and agrees enthusiastically, to which most people present become suspicious over what he has planned, while Nino and Marinette bemoan that their new friend is too good for this world.
As luck, and Narrative convenience, would have it, the first activity for that day is the Climbing Wall. (Their school is fucking fancy they would definitely have one) Everyone fears and loathes the Climbing Wall, because it’s difficult and terrifying, and there are no harnesses, just thick mats to break your fall. No one’s ever actually been injured on it, but there are plenty enough urban legends going around the school to convince the general student body that it’s a deathtrap.
There are collective looks of sympathy, because not even one of Chloe’s lackeys deserves the Climbing Wall (so dreaded that its name is always capitalized) on their first day in gym.
Adrien is understandably completely thrilled because he has one just like it at home and he is gonna rock this. Pun definitely intended.
The gym teacher explains the rules (start behind the red line, run when the whistle blows, go as fast as you can, timer stops after you’ve hit the roof and made it back down to the ground) Adrien is practically vibrating with excitement, Marinette thinks she’s about to die of second hand embarrassment, Nino is biting his nails, Chloe is trying to hide a smirk and no one knows why (she’s been to Adrien’s house, after all), and everyone else is sitting back, ready to watch Adrien fall all over himself.
The gym teacher blows his whistle and Adrien is off like a fucking shot, sprinting to the wall and then making his way up it just as quickly. His class is half certain that he is somehow part monkey, and Marinette and Nino have just enough time to share a relieved look before he taps the ceiling and then launches himself into open air.
Several people shriek in horror, but Adrien rolls expertly when he hits the mats, and comes up grinning, only a little out of breath, and asks what his time was.
There is a moment of silence before the gym teacher let’s out a terrified and furious screech of “AGRESTE!”
Adrien turns red with shame and guilt, and because he is a cinnamon roll to his core, completely misinterprets what he did wrong.
“Sorry! Is that not allowed? I should have thought- sorry.” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly “I can go back up and climb down again properly, if you want sorry.”
At this point he is under the inspection of the baffled stares of everyone in the room and the gym teacher is put in the position to explain that no, the problem wasn’t that that was cheating, it’s that you flung yourself into the air with no regard for life and limb and gave everyone a collective heart attack, and you are never going up on that thing again for all our sakes.
Which prompts Adrien to be like “Oh! But there were mats, I thought that’s what they were there for, plus they’re a much better target than my couch back home and I’ve only missed that twice.”
“You’ve done this before? With a couch? WHY?”
“Because the floor was lava. Uh, Sir.”
And that is how the entire class found out that Adrien Agreste is a precious sunbeam with no regard for his own safety who must be protected at all costs.
Semi obbsessing over the idea of Adrien getting used to having friends like yeah hed be over eager at first and at school but like what about the stuff he never thought about like just simple shit like Nino texting him at 3 am like “do you think dogs are racist to other breeds of dogs would that be fucked up or what?” and adrien just sitting there like ???????????? And googling what he should do
no lie I really want to believe this is what they talk about
Adrien shows up to school with like 14 printed out articles on dog aggression towards other dogs and Nino is so fucking excited because he sent the same text to Alya and she only responded with “GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP”. Marinette is visibly upset for the rest of the day after learning about dog racism.
hey Les Mis fandom
I just feel like y’all should know that as their run comes to an end the current West End Enjolras has taken to kissing his Grantaire’s hand before he runs off up the barricade for the final time and I cannot think of a more perfect, awful, wonderful gesture and I want everyone to know about this (and this perfect, lovely one hundred percent deliberate
e/R dynamic)
Did I have time to go see Coriolanus performed in the park across the street? No, no I absolutely did not, I have a presentation to put together about concussed juvenile rats.
Do I regret going to see Coriolanus performed in the park across the street? Not even slightly. Guys, it was GREAT, Sicinia was vicious and funny and sparkling, and Volumina was a wrathful goddess every step of the way, and the actor who played Coriolanus absolutely CRUSHED it, totally made up for the fact that the two senators were a little flat. Aufidius and Coriolanus were played with this gorgeous level of tension somewhere between genuine loathing and lust (c’mon, y’all, Shakespeare would be proud that the two of them are being played with homoerotic tension, Shakespeare would live for homoerotic tension in his plays, read Sonnet 18), and the speech after Aufidius broke Coriolanus’ neck was beautifully delivered, remarkably moving.
Also there was a guy behind me who really didn’t realize what he was getting into, because he was talking during intermission about looking forward to seeing how Coriolanus would be reconciled with Rome. Sweetheart. Darling. It’s a tragedy. This isn’t even spoilers, this play is 400 years old, Coriolanus dies.
Also-also, I will never stop being amused by Shakespeare’s No Fucks Given attitude to historical accuracy. Coriolanus is set in ancient Rome, with patricians and senators and tribunes and the whole nine, and the characters are running around talking about the country of Italy and clocks and shit, it’s hilarious. And like if you tell your average non-educated-in-Shakespeare person this, they’ll assume that ancient Rome actually had those things, because they haven’t fully appreciated that the Bard was sort of making it up as he went. Like I’m pretty sure there are historical errors in the Histories, and not just of the “Well, I personally dislike this historical figure so I’m going to make them an asshole” variety.
guys, you know how in the brick grantaire falls at enjolras’s feet?
grantaire is standing next to him; they’re facing the guns, though enjolras, at the moment the report resounds, has his face turned to grantaire and is smiling.
grantaire would have to fall across and in front of enjolras to be ‘at his feet.’
when someone is shot, they either go straight down, fall straight forwards, or straight to the side. enjolras himself is pinned to the wall, after all.
guys
guys
i think grantaire may have made one last desperate effort to save enjolras’s life, even subconsciously, by falling across him instead, trying to block the bullets.
For those of you who think there’s no way Trump could get into power:
My country just voted to leave the European union. An idiotic decision which is already seeing the currency fall and a country divided by fear, lies and racism.
For the first time ever, I am ashamed of my country. I am so tired of old, angry, white people deciding my future. I already didnt have much of one! I already was sure I was never going to own a house. I am already sure that I was never going to have a lifelong career or a golden pension or anything like that. I’m already aware that things are worse and the more I type, the angrier I become.
I cannot believe we let the Brexiters win. The Brexiters who literally evoked NAZI PROPAGANDA in their campaign. I cannot belive what we’ve done. I am physically ill.
I am ill, I am tired, and I am moving. Fuck this shit. I’m out. Let this country burn with its ignorance. I’m done.
Never underestimate angry, old racists. They voted for the Nazis and now they’ve voted away the rights of a generation.
This is important - read what the ‘regret voters’ are saying. They believed the status quo would hold and that their votes wouldn’t matter anyway - they literally never thought it was possible that Leave would win. They were just sticking it to The Man with their protest votes. Yeah man, fuck Europe, right? That’ll show em.
Man. I feel so thirsty lately. I can’t drink enough water. I feel like the senator guy in that X-Men movie after getting exposed to Magneto’s mutant machine, and he keeps drinking drinking drinking water uncontrollably until he dives into the ocean and becomes a terrifying jellyfish creature and explodes. Freaking Magneto. I was already sympathetic to the mutant cause. Why you gotta hate?
You’re not a mutant, honey, you’re a mermaid. It’s all right. Once your scales start coming in, you won’t be as thirsty.
You know, being a diagnostician in a world with more public magical creatures must be a trip and a half.
“Extreme thirst has a lot of causes. Let’s check your blood sugar, and let’s take a skin sample to see if you’re developing scales.”
“Joint pain is pretty common when someone’s pushing themself that way with training, and I’d definitely recommend some rest, but it sounds like it’s been coming on with the moon so we might want to do a blood test to check for lycanthropy.”
“I’m going to give you this journal. Keep track of how often you’re near bodies of water and copses of trees – not single trees, there needs to be a cluster.”
“Bear with me, I know you’re lactose intolerant, but buy a pint of milk and keep it in your kitchen. If it spoils faster than expected, we’ll have a better idea of what’s going on here.”
“Have you considered that you may not, in fact, actually be a mammal?”
“Okay, I’m going to have to refer you to a specialist. It looks like your tertiary dentition is coming in.”
“I think we need to check for allergic reactions to silver, iron, a few types of wood, garlic, and holy water. That’ll help us rule out some possible causes for this rash. In the mean time I think you should avoid Italian food and holy ground.”
“Have you noticed clusters of birds following you? Were they corvids? Hm, interesting. You ought to come in to the office so we can discuss this further.”
“That itching sensation might be a rash, but I think we ought to give you an MRI and see if you’re about to grow horns.”
“I can’t tell from this ultrasound if you are pregnant with 1 centaur or 2 satyr twins. There’s definitely 4 hooves though. We’ll need to do some more tests.”
We may have to run some tests as it might be adhd but the way you’re describing it you might just be taking the energy from your electronics
*Makes grabby hands*
A series about a doctor in a modern magical community.
Being an American today is like watching your house slowly catch on fire and not being able to do anything about it and freaking out, when suddenly you hear a “BOOM!” behind you and it’s Britain, their house just exploded and is REALLY on fire and you, helpless, just wave hello from across the street.
my grandparents have to lock their car doors when they go to sunday mass because people have been breaking in to unlocked cars and leaving entire piles of zucchini
i feel like i should’ve added more context when i posted this. my grandparents live in a rural area where farmers and casual gardeners alike are, at this point in the year, suddenly being hit with unexpectedly abundant zucchini crops. there aren’t just some random vandals leaving zucchinis in people’s cars for the hell of it, this is the work of some very exasperated, probably very elderly, folks who have more zucchini than they know what to do with
Yep. You can also expect to find a bag of zucchini on your porch.
My grandfather once found his neighbor stealing his tomatoes out of his garden at three in the morning. Red-handed, with a basket of the nearly-ripened ones. He thought he was going to find gophers or something, but no, here’s Henry, taking his tomatoes. The best ones.
There was a long pause between them.
My grandfather (allegedly) said, “Henry… it’s OK. You can take some tomatoes if you want them.”
Henry sighed in relief.
“But,” my grandfather said, “you have to take two zucchini for every tomato.”
There was another long silence. “That’s a harsh bargain, John,” said Henry. “But I accept. I’ll tell Joe up the street, too.”
My grandfather said, “Tell Joe he needs to take three.”
a friend of my dad’s came by in the middle of the night, he seemed very nervous when my dad answered the door. he wouldn’t come inside but he leaned in and whispered to my dad in spanish, “i have some fresh grapes for you.” and then this happened:
the melon was a special bonus.
MY DREAM
A friend of mine lives in a rural area and he has been surrounded by zucchini for most of May, June, and July.
At one point he was so done with the whole zucchini madness that he came to classes actively begging people to “Please please please!! Take some my family’s damned zucchini!! I’ve been eating zucchini for weeks!! I’m going insane!!!”
Having grown up in a rural area and having come home to zucchini on the front step or in the mailbox, i find it highly amusing the OP had to clarify. I’m sitting here nodding “yup.”
the fact that 20-year-old lin-manuel miranda once broke down crying in a back specialist’s office due to stress is honestly one of the most inspiring things i’ve ever heard
that, and the fact that he wrote his upenn commencement speech the night before
I literally WEPT when he shared this. It was so honest and I so related. I hope @linmanuel knows what his speech meant to me and so many.
“I spend the summer in therapy” hit. me. so. deep. i mean, you know it’s good and brave and sensible and just a normal, positive part of life. but the world doesn’t really know that, and part of you internalizes the stigma, the “you shouldn’t need this,“ the fear of “admitting” it. the same part that shares our endemic fear of having and showing feelings. so. when i heard him just say all these things on that high-fucking-profile stage it felt amazing. i instantly felt more competent and understood and more a worthy part of things and i don’t agree with grading but hey A+++ good commencement speech Mr. Miranda
So. Much. This.
I still can’t articulate everything he said that made me feel normal. I hope he knows how much everything he said meant to so many people. @linmanuel is a gift.
Exactly!!!! this post got a lot more popular than i had expected (probably thanks to @purelintrash tbh) so i feel the need to elaborate, esp since most of the people seeing this post didn’t see my original tags
the thing is that lmm is so inspiring to me because he is both the person i want to be AND a lot like i actually am, sometimes in ways that i often feel like keep me from being the person i want to be, if that makes any sense
like, sometimes i feel like i’ll never be successful/important/what have you because i procrastinate, because i have anxiety, because i’m An Emotional Mess, etc., but!!! lin-manuel miranda exists!!! and is amazing and talented and successful and called a genius!!!! but he also burst into tears in a back doctor’s office once and went to therapy and wrote an entire commencement speech the night before he gave it!!!! that means there’s hope for me!!!! (similar to how broadway stars who can’t dance/didn’t learn how to dance until after college gives me hope as a shitty dancer with Broadway Dreams™)
basically, the fact the lmm exists lets me know that being the kind of kid who does their entire research paper (which they had the entire semester to work) the night before it’s due (i was actually doing this WHILE lmm was writing his commencement speech) or the kind of kid who maybe occasionally breaks down sobbing in a high school bathroom stall (guilty) is not an inherently bad thing and does not preclude success or becoming a happy, functional adult. which just. makes me really happy.
the uk has voted to leave the european union for a lot of reasons but the main being xenophobia and immigration laws against refuges
the uk has been governed by the european union up until now – because they don’t have their own constitution or bill of rights or anything of the sort, they’ve been dependent on the EU for guidance
by leaving, the uk is no longer under any trade laws, union agreements, any sort of legislation or statue or agreement which is just…yikes
okay but think of this: would Jacob Stone be Eliott's alias? or result of an artifact :3
Like an artifact turned him into Jacob? I AM INTRIGUED.
I also like the idea that they’re twins. And at some point the Leverage team is stealing something and Eliot’s like oh my god don’t touch it, Parker, seriously leave it the hell alone and then makes a call. Twenty minutes later Jacob ROLLS UP with his team and everyone stares at each other for a while and then everyone, as a single unit, turns to Eliot and Jacob and they’re like “What?”
Meanwhile Flynn is David-Tennanting his way around the artifact in the background and literally nobody is paying any attention until he sets off a bomb countdown. Even then they barely focus on it while they’re fixing it.
(”So, how do people tell the two of you apart?” “Well, Jacob can’t cook.” “And Eliot can’t speak Greek.” “I speak Greek fine, just not your crazy mystical ancient dialects that literally nobody uses!” “He can’t speak much Latin either.” “Do you want me to tell them about the acquacotta soup incident?”)
I don’t know the rules of Miraculous at all outside of what
I’ve gathered from tumblr, so maybe this is illegal in canon but
I’m highly entertained by the idea that like, the class
takes a trip to somewhere high-security that requires passing through a metal
detector. So they tell the kids that all jewelry needs to be removed. Which is
like, cue small amount of panic from Adrien/Marinette as they remove their ring
and earrings. Some other patrons see their anxiousness and assume it must be
because those earrings/ring are highly valuable.
And this includes the akumized person in line who’s here to
rob the place.
Kids head inside. Akumized person overpowers the guard,
grabs the jewelry basket, rushes inside to steal whatever else. In their hurry,
Adrien’s ring drops out of the basket.
Marinette notices the person first. Hands shoot to her ears, but
nothing’s there. So she races back to the security desk to retrieve her
earrings. Lo and behold, they’re not there. There’s only a dropped ring on the
floor and…Chat Noir’s miraculous? Plagg sees her, and all rules-of-hiding be
damned pretty much tells her “Yeah I have no idea where Chat is. And that
person in there is akumized. And you already seem to be aware of this so just
put on this ring I’ll walk you through what’s about to happen.”
Very confused, she puts the ring on her finger. And (to
Plagg’s confusion now) Marinette activates it entirely on her own, and becomes
Mari-chat Noir (this is weird). But there’s not much time to think about
it. Plagg just gives her the speed-course in Chat’s powers and she rushes back
inside to fight.
The fight, of course, gets Adrien’s attention. Who now sees
the rather clumsy battle between akumized person and “Hey that’s not me”!Chat
Noir. Mari-chat Noir lands a kick on the person, which sends the jewelry basket
flying. People start running from the scene. The basket lands next to Adrien. He
drops to his knees and starts sifting through it frantically for his ring. It’s
not there. What is there is Ladybug’s
miraculous.
Tiki’s response is more or less. “You have to go help
Ladybug up there. Are your ears pierced? Never mind. Just take these earrings
and clip them to your shirt I’ll walk you through what to do.” So
Adrien does, and (to Tiki’s surprise) he knows how to activate the earrings, and becomes
Adri-bug.
Adrien joins the fight. The first 30 seconds are taken up by
mutual “Hey that’s my miraculous!”/”Where did you get that?”/”If you’re Ladybug, and I’m Ladybug, then who’s flying the plane?” exchanges. But
hell, at least they’re used to working together. Except now they have to coordinate
by giving each other commands for the best Ladybug/Chat Noir technique, now as
Adri-bug and Mari-chat Noir, to use in this situation.
The students watching the fight are downright baffled
because it’s definitely Ladybug and
Chat Noir up there. Except…Ladybug is Chat Noir. And Chat is Ladybug. And
describing the fight becomes downright impossible because it boils down to, “Then
Ladybug whacked the guy in the face. Well I mean it was Chat Noir. But Chat
Noir was Ladybug. Okay I mean Chat Noir the person
was Ladybug the superhero and he whacked
the guy in the face. No wait, let me rephrase.”
After the fight’s over, both of them agree to shut their
eyes, remove the jewelry, and drop the earrings/ring back into each other’s
hands, and turn away. It wouldnt be right to out each other over this. Both Tiki and Plagg go home with their proper owner. And
both of them are quiet in the realization of what happened. Because yes, that
was both Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting just now, and both Tiki and Plagg know
exactly which classmate they flagged down to take on the opposite miraculous role.
FYI there's a really good fic based off of that "adrien loses a bet and has to model underwear and marinette fucking loses it" fanart and it is really good! Smoulder by midnightstarlightwrites, check it out :D
as much as its fun to laugh at these brexit memes i don’t want anyone to forget how serious this actually is. i have one of my housemates crying in my room bc her career relied on the uk being a part of the eu (she wanted to go into foreign diplomacy). my mum is freaking out because the uk basically just put xenophobia and racism ahead of its own interests and she doesn’t know what that means for her immigrant self, or her british born foreign children. my brother-in-law who works for a french company is terrified that his job won’t be there tomorrow. i’m living in the netherlands rn and the pound has plummeted so much that the money i budgeted at the start of this month is no longer enough for me to make rent and eat. this is just the beginning and this is only how brexit is effecting one singular person (me). i can’t even imagine the wider damage this is gonna cause.
