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“The new Addams family look ugl–”  BITCH THAT’S THE POINT!!! They’re not conveniently attractive but they love each other anyways and I love them anyways and if you can’t you are a coward and a fool! And besides, That’s how they originally looked! The movie is sticking to its origins and I think that’s great! Fuck what anybody else thinks!!

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whenever a young kid joins our staff at work im just like huh. guess im a father now.

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I just want to remind everyone that homosexuality and any non-straight sexuality is not an adult theme or ‘pornographic’ in any way. 

Two girls holding hands or two boys having a crush is not an adult theme. It is as innocent as a crush between a boy and a girl and should be presented as such

If it is acceptable and viewed as adorable for a 15 year old boy to have a crush on a 15 year old girl then it is equally as acceptable and cute for a boy to crush on a boy. Just because it is the same gender does not make it ‘adult’ or ‘unfit for kids to see’

Please stop sexualizing same sex relationships and remember that it is innocent and gentle affection just like any relationship. 

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Flower Asks

Alisons: Sexuality? 

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender? 

Amaryllis: Birthday? 

Anemone: Favorite flower? 

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show? 

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger? 

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes? 

Aubrieta: Favorite drink? 

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? 

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love? 

Baneberries: Favorite song? 

Basket of Gold: Describe your family. 

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it? 

Begonia: Favorite color? 

Bellflower: Favorite animal? 

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person? 

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? 

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children? 

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why? 

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood. 

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?  

Buttercup: Relationship Status? 

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go? 

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved? 

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?  

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?  

California Poppy: Height?  

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts? 

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?  

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight? 

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?  

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font? 

Columbine: Are you tired? 

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to? 

Coneflower: Dream job? 

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert? 

Crocus: Have you ever been in love? 

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about? 

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it? 

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign? 

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering? 

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment? 

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?  

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at? 

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at? 

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month? 

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today? 

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life? 

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two? 

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life? 

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?  

Hellebore: How do you show affection? 

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of? 

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day. 

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?  

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? 

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself? 

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself? 

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?  

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child? 

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid? 

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for? 

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?  

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name? 

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it. 

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up? 

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?  

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

Onions: Tell about your dad.  

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents. 

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable? 

Peony: What was your first job? 

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any? 

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain? 

Pink: Where is home? 

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change? 

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them. 

Primrose: Describe your ideal life. 

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child? 

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life? 

Rose: What’s your favorite sound? 

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory? 

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory? 

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?  

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things? 

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without? 

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night? 

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning? 

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job? 

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing? 

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.  

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you? 

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now? 

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called? 

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

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Safe (Blue Bloods Jamie Reagan/Reader)

Mentions of abuse and underage drinking. Please if you're in an unsafe situation tells someone or call the abuse hotline.

I stood in front of the mirror, my mind wondering as I examined the scars. I couldn't help the memories that came to my mind, the feeling of betrayal and disgust that overwhelmed me. I traced the angry red scar on my chest, then my neck and finally the one on my head.

I haestily dressed then sat down at my vanity, starting my make up as I dug out my concealor, but before I could apply it, the tube of make up was taken from my hands.

"Jamie!" I gasped as I snatched it back as he looked at the scars, blocking me from hiding them with the make up.

"Why haven't I seen these before?" He asked me, running his thumbs against the scars. I pulled away and started hiding the evidence of my past.

"It was a long time ago, love. Let it go." I begged as I finished my make up. His hand touched the left side, where the burn was.

"Someone hurt you. I want to know." I gripped his hand, releasing a sigh.

"I was fourteen...foster families bounced me around till one day, out of no where I was finally adopted. Finally I had a permanent home, but it was a nightmare." I whispered, clutching the arms of my chair, I told him how he hurt.me, how he used a tazer on me"I left when I was 18, fought tooth and nail to get into the best possible school far away from that creep."

"Did you ever-"

"Tell someone? No one believed me, he was a pillar of the community, now he's a state senator and I can't turn on the TV with out seeing him. Back then... I was lucky enough to walk straight I was dunk." He hugged me tight, *I just wanted a home...a place to live and be happy...but I was in hell, trapped..."

"You're safe. Look at me" He knelt down, placing his hand on my face, "I swear to God, no one will ever hurt you like that again." Jaime swore as he kissed my forehead.

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I'm sorry I died at the end. That was just too damn cute.

Sweet pea being there for you while you’re having a bad day would include:

•You and sweet pea had been texting all during class and even though it was only texting, sweet pea could tell that your tone was off

•when you told him you were having a bad day he practically lost it

•no way was he having you upset

•as soon as he read the text, he blurted out “What?! Damn it!” Everyone looked at him as he stormed out of class but he didn’t care

•he found you by your locker when you should have been in science class

•it was so unlike you to skip a class so sweet pea then realized how upset you were for whatever reason

•he brought you outside and the two of you just started walking away from school, sweet pea trying to get you to speak

•”Do you want to talk about it?”

•”No.”

•After walking for god knows how long, the two of you ended up at pop’s where he treated you to lunch as always

•Instead of sitting across from you, sweet pea sat right next to you, letting you rest your head on his chest while he played with your hair

•When the food came and you claimed that you weren’t even hungry, shit was about to go down

•A Pops milkshake was always the cure to your bad moods, so sweet pea was literally flipping out on the inside, worrying his head off

•In all the years he had known you, he had never seen you so upset before

•Sweet pea got the pop’s to go and the two of you walked back to school where you got on his bike and went back to his trailer

•Sweet pea’s phone was buzzing with texts from toni, fangs and jughead all wondering where he had gone and if he had heard from you as none of them had

•He didn’t answer any of them as he was determined to get you smiling again

•Sweet pea practically dragged you back to his room in the quaint trailer as he plopped down on his bed, patting the empty space next to himself for you to join him

•” You want me to What? Go to sleep?” You teased, trying to lighten your own mood

•”you need to relax. Lie down with me, princess.”

•The two of you were cuddled up on his bed as he started playing with your hair again, doing anything he could to get you to tell him what was going on, just so he could help you as much as he could

•Nothing was working so he started doing what he did best

•And that was making a complete dumb fool of himself

•”did I ever tell you about the time me and fogarty snuck out in the middle of the night wearing dresses?”

•”I was the one who dared the two of you to that.” You scoffed

•literally nothing sweet pea was doing could seem to cheer you up

•Until he finally knew what he could do

•”Here.” He says, tossing you one of his oversized shirts. “Put this On.”

•”What?”

•”Put it on.” He shrugged. “If there’s one way I know to get you feeling better, It’s this. Trust me.”

•”I don’t see how wearing one of your shirts is going to fix my day but okay.”

•Sweet pea came back to his room with a warm cup of tea for you

•After you changed into his shirt and you were all nice and comfy, sweet pea pulled a book out from under his bed

•He pulled the sheets up over your small body next to his even though it was still the afternoon

•Sweet pea brought you in closer- you still had no idea where this was going

•but he started reading

•fucking sweet pea was reading

•the boy had never picked up a single book in his life, but now he just so happened to have a copy of your favourite, the one you were always telling him to read and he disagreed, but he was reading it softly

•your eyes grew tired as he kept on, making subtle jokes about certain things just to get you going cause he loved when you tried to argue with him

•”you’re so cute when you’re angry.” He laughs

•”and you’d be so cute with another black eye. Don’t tease me lover boy.”

•Sweet pea laughed, a smile on his face which made you smile too because neither one of you could go more than an hour without teasing each other

•He kept on reading, practically the whole thing until it got dark out and you were falling asleep to the sound of his voice

•eventually sweet pea fell asleep too, mid way into the book

•The two of you stayed that way for the rest of the night until Toni, fangs and jughead all came to check up on the both of you to find out what had happened

•”are they even here?” Toni asked, eying the living room.

•”Maybe they went somewhere?” Jughead questioned

•Fangs had snuck off to the back on the trailer

•”awww!” Fangs gushed. “Cute.”

•Jughead and Toni came running, the both of them filled with pure softness seeing their big tough serpent bestie cuddled up with you as he held you closely

•”you two aRE SO CUTE!” Fangs whisper yells, cupping his hands around his mouth

•”Fangs!” Toni hisses. “Shut the fuck up. You’re going to wake them.”

•”too late.” Jughead says.

•Sweet pea woke up at the sound of fogarty’s voice

•now shit was really about to go down because no way was he having his friends wake you up after the bad day you had been having

•as sweet pea got up from his bed you damn bet that he was ready to fight

•”FOGARTY I SWEAR TO GOD YOU’VE GOT FIVE SECONDS TO GET THE HELL OUT.”

•they were all ruNNING for their lives

•as soon as they all left and sweet pea went back to his peace and quiet, you were still sleep and sound

•or so he thought

•”Thank you for doing all this.” You say, still keeping your eyes shut as you didn’t budge

•”anything for you, princess.”

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Alright!

Relationship: Engaged! 💍❤️

Favorite Colors: Red, Purple, Blue and Green

Top ships: Bughead, Rebekah and Marcellus, Damon and Elena.

Lipstick Or Chapstick : Both

Spell my name with songs:

K- Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

A- Afire Love by Ed Sheeran

T- Tourniquet by Evanescence

E- Emperor's New Clothes by Panic At The Disco

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better. Answer the provided questions

I was tagged by @rosaliestrap thanks <3

Relationship status: oh hella single :(

Favorite colors: pink, gold, and green

Top 3 ships: hmm…. leah x rosalie, Emmett x Rosalie, bella x alice

Lipstick or chapstick: oh I don’t really use anything lol I guess chapstick

Spell out your name with songs:

M- Monsters Calling Home by Run River North

I- Immortal by Marina

A- Anti-Lullaby by Karen O

ummm i’ll tag @sapphoscat @fanged-lostgirl idk who else but if anyone sees this and wants to do it just say I tagged you <3

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“Sweet Pea and Fangs deserved to be beaten up because they were being sexist!!!!”

I can’t believe this is something I’ve been seeing. 

No??? Sweet Pea and Fangs definitely didn’t deserve to be beaten up for cracking a joke about pillow fights to a gang of girls that has existed for .2 seconds. Saying they need to be “put in their place” is absolutely disgusting. No, they didn’t deserve to be beaten up when the assailants knew damn well they wouldn’t fight back. A group of teenage girls senselessly beating two teenage boys who won’t fight back isn’t fucking feminist you dumbasses. 

But sure, continue to praise your white fav for watching and smiling as two characters of color were beaten up to prove a point to another white fav in the fandom. Piss off.

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Apparently cats of any size love a good box.

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Peaceful (Percy Jackson/Marvel Crossover) (Bucky Barnes X OC)

Part One

Serenity Mortez, daughter of Thanatos, God of Peaceful Death, born 1919 in 🗽. She was the girlfriend of James Barnes and the best friend of Steven Rogers. On a quest for her father, she disappeared for 70 years, finally being freed by Nico Di Angelo in 2014, she was easily integrated into this time and eventually sent on quests, mostly by Hades or her father.

On yet another quest for her father, she was sent up to Alaska to retrieve the Scythe that was taken during his imprisonment. At that moment Hecate was attacked and the mist fell for a time, leaving SHEILD to find the Scythe and arrested Serenity.

        The looks they gave me told me three things, May believed me a little bit, Ward thought I was insane and Phil believed me, "So you mean to tell me, you, a girl who's been dead for seventy years is the daughter of the Greek God of Death?" Ward laughed, "Yeah, not buying it." "Why not? What doesn't seem real, right?" I asked smirking, "You have Thor and Loki, both Asgardian gods, why can't you believe that the Olympians exist? Or is it that you don't believe I am who I say I am?" I crossed my arms, "I can raise the dead if that will help."

"That just proves you're gifted." Ward snipped, "Not that you're Serenity Mortez or a demigod." "I believe that she could be Serenity. Her body was never found." May shrugged, "Captain was frozen in ice for seventy years. If she's gifted it's a distinct possibility." She pointed out, "But the whole 'my dad's a god' thing? Not really." "Well, you've got my attention. Now, continue." Phil stated smirking, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That Scythe is made of a metal not found on this earth, Stygian Iron. I have two daggers made out of it, my best friend has a sword of the same material." I said and touched the ruby on my bracelet, showing them the weapon, "Now before today, none of you could see these things, but now? The whole world is in a panic; monsters from stories, kids with weapons fighting them. I can explain it to you, but trust me when I say; you need to let me go and get my father that scythe, or things will only get worse."

"What? Dad can't do his job without it?" Ward laughed and I grabbed him by the jacket. "Not and keep everything in line. Trust me, you're going to have a whole lot of people popping up like goddamn daisies if I don't get him that scythe. Or worse, he'll come to collect it himself." I shoved him back, "You'll get your answers, but right now, I'm needed elsewhere."

"I give you an address to show up at, you'll show?" Phil asked standing up. "I give you my word, I'll show up." He handed me a card, an address on the back, "The scythe?" "All yours." I walked past him and into the center of the camp, pulling on a pair of gloves. The snow was cleared away, the blade was almost a foot into the icy block, the handle straight. I lade my hand on the hilt and pulled it loose and wrapped the weapon in a black cloth. I walked off to the shadows that melted away as Mrs. O'Leary stepped forward, "Thanks for waiting for so long girlie. Now, to find my father." I muttered as I climbed on to her.

No POV:

Phil stepped off and pulled out his phone, calling up his boss, "Meet me in New York. We've got a guest coming with some answers to recent events."  "Who?" "Serenity Mortez, a demigod." The line went dead and Coulson walked back, "Pack it up. We're going to New York." Ward approached him, "Yes, I know. 'She's a risk.' 'That weapon is a threat'. Save it and load the Bus." He walked up to May and looked at her, "Well?" "She seemed to be telling the truth. Though, I don't really trust her." She muttered, walking back to the Bus. "May, you don't trust anyone," Phil noted as they loaded up.

Serenity POV:

This is bad, the whole world seeing Demigods and such, this can't end well. I shook my head, my eyes drifting to the scythe in my hand, "Can't be too much further." I said as we approached a door to the underworld. Night had fallen by the time we got here, having traveled from Alaska to LA via shadows. I slipped off, "I can find my way." She slinked into the shadows and I walked through the door. 

I didn't have to pay the ferryman to take me across the river, the scythe in my hand told him why I was here. I got off and began my trek through the Fields of Asphodel. I slipped through the Hall of Judgement, no one stopping me as I walked up to the Palace, my father meeting me at the steps, "Father." I bowed my head and he smirked, "I believe this belongs to you. As does the poor soul that touched it." "Yes, that was...unfortunate." I nodded, "I believe you have a meeting to get to, child. Don't break promises." He advised and motioned to the opening, "Farewell."

I climbed out of the hole, coming out in an alley in New York, "Alright, now where to." I pulled out the card and laughed at the name, Avenger's Facility, "I'm going to need a ride." I sighed as I walked down the road.

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Peaceful (Percy Jackson/Marvel Crossover) (Bucky Barnes X OC)

Part Two

Serenity Mortez, daughter of Thanatos, God of Peaceful Death, born 1919 in New York. She was the girlfriend of James Barnes and the best friend of Steven Rogers. On a quest for her father, she disappeared for 70 years, finally being freed by Nico Di Angelo in 2014, she was easily integrated into this time and eventually sent on quests, mostly by Hades or her father.

On yet another quest for her father, she was sent up to Alaska to retrieve the Scythe that was taken during his imprisonment. At that moment Hecate was attacked and the mist fell for a time, leaving SHEILD to find the Scythe and arrested Serenity.

“Sir, we found a 0-8-4. Located in Denali, Alaska. We’ve isolated it and set up the containment unit.” Coulson smirked.

“Description?” He requested, walking into the common area of The Bus.

“A scythe made of pure black metal, it’s almost like it’s absorbing light,” The reporting agent told him, “But the weirdest part of this is the girl. A young woman, late teens- early twenties, golden eyes, took out three of our agents trying to get at it. Said some BS about how we would die if we touched it.”

“Do not touch it. Let me and my team get there, I want to talk to the girl. Alone.”

Earlier:  Serenity's POV:

“What the hell?! How could he lose his scythe!?” I cursed as I kept looking down at the icy terrain. I was riding on Mrs. O’Leary, I had asked Percy if I could take her with. Currently, I was freezing my ass off trying to track down my father’s Scythe and cursing at him for losing the damn thing. The giants stripped it from him when he was imprisoned and now I was having to find it while he rounded up all the escaped souls, “Whoa, over there.” The overgrow hound whined, “Mrs. O’Leary, you won’t have to be around it long. I promise, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll see about getting you a stake, or a dozen when we get back to camp.” She started forward, creeping slow but moving.

“Thanks, girlie,” I said as I slid down and walked over. I pulled out my dagger, Καρδιά, the weapon was shoved into a block of ice. I ran my thumb over the blood red ruby in the guard, the knife turning into a charm on my bracelet and pulled out a pair of gloved, grabbing the handle, I began to work the object tree.

“Stop!” I flicked the charm and the dagger materialized in my hand and I faced who it was. A man in a black snowsuit, a gun in hand aimed at me. I started cursing in Greek, my hand up, “Drop the dagger.” I looked at my hand and then to him, “Drop it!” I touched the ruby and the dagger faded out of my hand, “On your knees, Kid.”

“How the hell...” I muttered and compiled out of shock, this man wasn’t a monster, he would have just outright attacked or shied away at the sight of my dagger and my father’s scythe. But he could see through the mist…unless something happened.

He went to cuff my hands and I slammed my elbow into his groin and brought it up to his nose, getting a crunch as it shattered. I took off as a bunch of others, stormed the area. I was grabbed and spun around, slamming my elbow into his sternum before flipping them on to their back. Another grabbed me from behind and I squirmed out and took off before getting arm bared across the chest.

I coughed, going down and was turned over and cuffed before I was dragged off to a large black van and shoved in. I saw a man approach the scythe, “NO! DON’T TOUCH IT, YOU’LL KILL YOURSELF DUMBASS!” I screamed as the door was slammed in my face, I kept shouting at them, but none listened.

Now:

I laughed brightly, hand in hand with another, I couldn’t tell who he was, but I could remember those dark eyes and that smile. He was dressed in an Army uniform, he was a Sargent. He pulled me in and kissed me hard, his hands on my waist, “I’m gonna miss you, Doll.”

"Why-“I was pulled out of the truck, my dream interrupted as I almost face plant in the snow. I gasped and looked around, a whole perimeter was set around the scythe and I looked up seeing two men, a man with a muscular build, brown hair and blue eyes. He had maybe a foot and a half on me. He had on a suit, with a white shirt and a tie, “How the hell are you not frozen?” I asked looking at him.

“You were arrested and just jerked out of a van by the arm and that is what you ask?” The man holding me asked. I smirked and slammed my foot into his knee, bringing him down to his knees and brought my knee up, but was blocked and shoved to the ground, “Feisty.”

“Well, she did take out Garrison and Tilda, managed to evade Townson.” The suit said shrugging, “Come with me, we just want to talk.”

“Tell me no one touched it.” I breathed, closing my eyes.

“Sadly yes, an agent of ours touched the Scythe.” I sighed and was pulled up, “What do you know about it?”

“A lot. It’s my father’s; he and a select few can lay hands on that and not die.” I said pointedly, “I came out to this Gods forsaken land to get it before that happened. But your militia took my ass out before I could.” He nodded and led me over to a folding table, setting me down and taking the cuffs off. I immediately touched the warn metal tag around my neck, finding comfort that it's still there. 

“Hot chocolate?” I took some without question, “Now, why can you touch it?” I laughed and pushed the cup away, “Oh, no, drink. You’re practically blue. But I need to know.”

“And I need to live. Not my call.” I said sipping the hot, heavenly tasting liquid. He nodded, “What’s your name?”

“Phil Coulson. That may, who you knee checked, is Grant Ward.” I nodded, “You?”

“Serenity Mortez.” He wrote that down, “And you came out to Denali, Alaska to retrieve that weapon?”

“Yeah. The things we do for family. But listen, there are Asgardians out there, who's to say that other things don’t exist. I mean we have a man flying in an Iron suit, a guy who’s anger issues could rival that of my best friend, who trust me it’s bad. So, what else is there, you know?” I shrugged smiling.

“And they may not have the power to tell us.” I nodded, “Is that what you’re getting at?”

“Bingo. Give the man a cookie.”

“No. NO. She can’t get off like that, Garrison has a broken nose and is missing two teeth, Tilda’s arm is dislocated, and Mikael is dead.” The man who arm barred me stormed over, “What the fuck are you?!”

“PISSED OFF!” I hissed as I stood, “Look, you guys have your job. I have mine. And mine, right now, is getting that scythe out of the hands of dipshit mortals.” I told him and looked at Coulson, “Trust me when I say that you can not keep that here, not without serious problems.”

“And you can’t lie about your identity without problems. Serenity Mortez is dead and has been dead for 70 years. Who are you?” A woman, dressed more casually, with brown hair and eyes slapped a freshly printed paper in front of me, “Who. Are. You?”

“I forgot to point out, there are men, many thoughts died, who really were frozen and were defrosted,” I said smirking.

“So what, you were frozen in ice?”

“No. Not exactly, but I look damn good for my age.” I said grinning as I sipped my drink, “Again, can’t say anything without an okay from the guys above me.” I almost laughed at that but kept quiet. Philly stood up the two others walking off to talk to him as I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander, hoping someone might catch my attention.

“Prayer’s been answered kiddo.” Everything around me seemed to slow down and a man in a suit, with winged shoes appeared, Hermes, it was common, for the most part, so I didn’t let on, “Listen. You can talk freely, for now, the gods up here are scattered due to Hecate letting the mist go due to an attack on her. The mortal world is scrambling for the sense of the matter.” Time resumed around me and he faded as the others approached, setting down.

“While you three were gossiping like high school girls, I had a little chat of my own. What you need to know, only. No other information.” I conceded to them, tapping my nails on the cup, “My name is Serenity Mortez, my mother was mortal, a nurse at a Brooklyn Hospital. The thing was, I was born in 1918, yeah, I told you, I look good for my age.”

“What are you?” Ward asked me.

“My father is Thanatos, the God of Peaceful Death. I’m a Demigod.”

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[harmonywiccan]

I need more of Bucky having a service/therapy dog.

Bucky would get a big dog, like a german shepherd or a golden retriever. Husky. Pit bull. You get it

He loves all dogs but he has a soft spot for big pups

And he’d probably name her something really fucking stupid

Like Brick

She would be a psychiatric service dog, obviously

So he would take her everywhere

e v e r y w h e r e

The only place he doesn’t take her is on missions because he doesn’t wanna risk her safety

Also he loves it when he returns home and she pounces on him and licks his face all over

He doesn’t sleep at night unless she’s curled up at the foot of his bed

Unless it’s been one of those days

In which case she is right there lying next to him

He talks to her like she’s a person

“Did you see that, Brick? Did you see Peter fall down the stairs? Oh you missed it? He’ll probably do it again later.”

She lies at his feet during meetings and briefings

She has a very scary and threatening bark but she wouldn’t hurt a fly

If Bucky drops something, she picks it up for him

He doesn’t need her to do it but he secretly loves it

She wakes him up when he has nightmares and comforts him

Somehow she always knows when he’s getting uncomfortable because she leads him away or starts barking and forces them to leave

The only other team members that she really enjoys the company of is Peter and Clint

For pretty much no known reason

(They feed her under the table during meals)

When Bucky feels himself getting stressed out, he absentmindedly pets her head to calm himself down

She hogs the couch so people can’t sit next to Bucky

And sometimes he really appreciates that

Bologna, cheddar cheese and pepperoni pizza rolls are her favorite human foods

She’s very professional when out in public and she only loosens up when Bucky tells her she can

One day Bucky is at the store

Ten minutes out of a flashback that he had in the bathroom that she helped him out of

He’s waiting in line with an assortment of items he barely remembers grabbing

“What a gorgeous dog!”

He blinks as he turns to the source of the voice

“Can i pet her? Or is she working?”

He almost said that she is indeed working

But honestly the look on your face at the sight of her was so overwhelmingly cute that he couldn’t bare to disappoint you

“Yeah uh…i mean, she is working but it’s okay, you can pet her.”

He watches you as you drop to your knees, your hands instantly finding her fur as you coo over her

“What’s her name?”

“Brick.”

Your laugh is like a symphony as it echoes through the tiny corner store.

“I guess I can’t judge. I had a dog named Concrete once.”

As Bucky leaves the store, with your phone number in hand, he can’t help but smile.

His dog was everything to him, helping him in all sorts of ways in his every day life

But he never expected her to be his wingman

this was highkey lame i’m sorry

[harmonywiccan]

I Miss You, You Dork (Peter Parker × OC)

It had been a month and a half, a solid month, 4 days and 5 hours since my world went to hell. Since my best friend, my boyfriend, went missing. I had watched my mother turn to ash, along with my baby sister. I'm lost, I have no idea where Peter is, or if he still is alive.

My father placed his hand on my shoulder as I pulled out a picture of Peter and me at the zoo, he was eating a snow cone ,"Daddy, he's not coming home, is he?" I looked to my father, who took the loss of my mom and Sherry hard.

"I dont know sweetie, the best thing I can tell you...is don't linger in the past." He sighed and kissed my forehead be fore leaving.

Knowing it was no good, I still felt the need to try one last time; I dialed his phone, getting the voicemail, "Peter Parker...I want you to come home, we still have prom, graduation..." I bit my lip, sniffling, "I understand your whole saving the world bit, and I love that you are selfless enough to do that. It's just...I miss you, you dork. And if you can't come home...I'll never forget you, Pete."

I hung up the phone, looking out the window, wanting despretly to see him swinging by, waving. But I have to come to terms with reality. I stand up from the window seat and shut the curtains, leaving the room and my phone on my seat.