#Prospect throwback

[isalabells]

[macceivells]

I love summer so much can’t wait till it come back 🥹

[mc-cards]

⚾️ 1994 Upper Deck Top Prospects N°546 Johnny Damon (rc, foil) @kcroyals 🔵 ⚪️ #baseball #baseballcards #sportscards #tradingcards #thehobby #throwback #royal #royalsbaseball #rc #toppsbaseball #allstar #johnnydamon #rookie #prospects #thehobby #damon #cards #cardsofinstagram #legend #cardcollecting #redsoxnation #cardcollection #halloffame #fenway #kcroyals #kansascityroyals #redsox #worldseries #upperdecksports #upperdeck @upperdecksports @topps @baseballhall @mlbpaa @mlb_players @mlbjapan (at Planet Comicon Kansas City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqMBb0aO30Z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[intheupside]

@mnwild:

Like father like son 😊

Kody Dupuis paused for a photo with his dad Pascal, former Wild player, and his mom Carole-Lyne while at the TK Prospect Showcase

sid vs duper junior one day?

throwback from taylor

[tieronecrush]

seven minutes in heaven (the bathroom)

frankie morales x f!reader

rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

summary: it's your roommate ben miller's birthday and he's invited the special forces guys over and asked you to invite some of your friends. the night comes down to a throwback game of seven minutes in heaven. you've been into frankie for months, so when your name and frankie's are pulled together, you can't help but wonder what can happen in seven minutes?

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warnings: mentions of a break up, alcohol use/drunkeness (benny), grumpy frankie, use of pet names (mariposa, hermosa, cariño), dirty talk in spanish (i hate conjugations so pls let me know if anything is wrong lol), mirror sex, unprotected sex, breathplay? (mouth gets covered), pls let me know if i am missing anything

“You gotta be kiddin’ me, man. Why are we playing this shit? We’re all grown adults,” Frankie huffs to your right in the small circle in yours and Ben Miller’s living room. His arms are crossed over his chest, gray t-shirt pulling taut at his shoulders. Warm brown eyes are rolling up to the ceiling under the brim of his Standard Oil hat that you swear is glued to his head — you’ve never seen him without for as long as you’ve lived with Benny — and it works to hide the luscious dark curls that fight to peek out around it.

“Oh, loosen up, Fish! We’re all here to have fun, so just play the game. Everyone here’s agreed to it, and it’s my fucking birthday so you have to do what I say!” Benny leans forward next to you on the couch, projecting his voice toward Frankie and gesturing vaguely around with his hands while his words start to slur together.

You laugh softly, patting Ben’s shoulder and nodding your head to get him to lean back on the couch again instead of trying to get in his friend’s face. Truth was, the prospect of this game did stir up some nerves in your stomach, even as an adult, but you wouldn’t dare go against Benny’s birthday wishes. So, you’re stuck playing Seven Minutes in Heaven with his Special Forces buddies, his brother, and a good mix of your friends that Benny has…taken a liking to.

It was one of the perks he got excited about when you’d come to him, a bit desperate, needing a place to live when your long term boyfriend of four years broke it off with you and asked you to move out. He agreed to have you in his guest room for the foreseeable future until you could scrounge up enough for rent somewhere on your own, and that first weekend he begged to throw you a “welcome party”, which was his ploy to get a bunch of your friends over for him to chat up.

That was a few months ago now, and it happened to also be the first time you met Frankie — Catfish to the Special Forces guys.

And since then, it’s been months filled with tension between you two, awkward interactions and quick touches to pass him drinks or him scooting behind you in your tiny kitchen when he was over. It was always heated with you two, electricity flowing with a current and waiting for a spark. But Frankie was a gentleman, never assuming or overly forthcoming, and you were, well, rusty. Not dating in four years really throws you for a loop when trying to hook up with someone.

Frankie’s eyes meet yours when your laugh reaches him, a flash of excitement evident in the widening of his pupils. A smile stretches across your face at him, shaking your head.

“Probably don’t want to go against this birthday boy, Frankie. He’s not afraid to guilt you into things, or worse, just bother the shit out of you until you do what he wants. Plus, nobody has to know what does or doesn’t happen behind the door.”

Ben whips his head towards you with an exaggerated shock in his face, Frankie’s chuckle low as everyone else laughs.

“Don’t give him any ideas about not fully immersing in the game. He’s just bein’ a grumpy old bastard.”

Benny turns away from you as Frankie rolls his eyes again, the birthday boy pulling out two names from the bowl in the center. It ends up being one of your friends and Santiago, which earns a cheer knowing his suave reputation. Once the two are back in the bathroom, the younger Miller brother sets a timer on his phone and everyone gets to chatting and drinking again. You and Benny argued back and forth before the party about using the other’s room for the game, finally deciding to use the hall bath for sake of neutrality. And clean sheets.

A handful of rounds have come and gone, people returning with smirks or poker faces, everyone trying to pull out any information from the participants. You have yet to go, and it’s the same case for Frankie. Benny’s been choosing the names for everyone, hiding them close to his chest and throwing them back in the bowl to be selected again.

You watch Ben pick out two new slips, reading your name off of the first one. Echoes of your quickening pulse thud in your ears, heat rooting across the nape of your neck. Ben’s eyes dart to Pope as he looks at the second slip of paper, and your stomach drops with disappointment from the high hopes you didn’t realize you had. Your own eyes fall to your lap as you wait to hear Santiago’s name out loud, molars biting the inside of your cheek to attempt to swallow your small pill of upset.

“And Fish.”

Your vision fills with Ben’s side profile, your stomach now doing somersaults as nerves begin to take over. Your mouth dries, tongue pushing against the roof of your mouth and sucking in your cheeks to try to conjure up any saliva. Frankie seems nearly as surprised, or is it nervous? Contempt? He’s hard to read at the moment; the only clues into his reaction are the split second of widened eyes and rubbing his palms up and down his denim-clad thighs before he stands and looks at you.

The hooting and hollering start when you get up from your spot on the couch, small steps leading Frankie and yourself down the hallway away from the party and into your bathroom. Nothing is said as he closes the door and locks it, his large frame turning back to face you across the small tiled floor while he leans back on the door’s surface.

His eyes lock on you, pinprick shocks following their wake as he takes you in from head to toe. There’s still a neutral expression on his face, hands slipped into his front pockets. Your own gaze fixed on your tray of makeup at the side of vanity, anxious fingers reaching out to fidget with a lip gloss. The silence in the room is deafening, the muffled sounds of the group only filling the dead air so much. After what feels like an eternity, you can’t take it, clearing your throat and speaking up.

“We don’t, um, obviously don’t have to do anything.”

You’re still not looking at Frankie when you hear his gruff voice respond.

“Is that what you want, mariposa? To do nothing?”

He grabs your attention with the nickname, a swirl of butterflies batting their wings wildly in your gut when you take in a new expression on his face. Tender eyes with a flirty smirk. Pushing off of the door, his strides take him only two steps before he’s in front of you, hand pulling his hat up and the other raking through his hair in a nervous twitch. Your lower back presses into the edge of the countertop, mouth blubbering like a fish as you try to formulate a sentence.

“Cause, if I’m honest, I don’t want to do nothing,” Frankie’s hand finds the counter at your side, one arm brushing against your shirt. His other reaches for your cheek, hovering over close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off of his palm, “I’ve really wanted to kiss you since I met you. Can I please do that, hermosa?”

“Yeah, you can, Frankie,” comes out breathy and pathetic from your mouth, half a whimper as you wait for the moment you’ve thought of since you saw him in your kitchen.

In an instant, Frankie’s lips are on yours in a gentle but confident kiss. His hand has found your cheek finally, laying passively before it grips tighter and tilts your head back to give him more leverage over you. The embrace turns heady, his mouth slanted into yours as the two of you move together quickly to make up for all the lost moments from months prior.

When his tongue melds against yours, a soft moan slips out and is swallowed into his mouth. The noise pushes Frankie toward you, close to the point that his front is pressed entirely against you. You can feel how hard he is, the way his bulge digs in against you sending another moan out of your mouth. His large hands leave their places on your cheek and the counter, grabbing fistfuls of your hips and your ass. Frankie pulls away enough to speak against your swollen lips, short and demanding.

“Up.”

With one effortless lift as you jump, you're seated on the countertop, and Frankie’s kissing you hard again. Your own hands rest one on his shoulder, the other reaching to take his cap off and discard it on the ground, fingers combing through his hair. An arm wraps around your lower back, tugging you across the cool stone surface to the edge. His other hand grips the back of your thigh, pulling your legs further apart to slot himself between them, grinding himself against your clothed center. The feeling of pressure on your clit makes your head fall back from his kiss, a whimper pulling out of your chest as your hips work to catch more of the feeling.

“Y’know, I’m pretty sure we don’t have much time left before someone’s gonna be banging down the door, but I want you so bad right now, hermosa.”

Your head drops forward again, staring into Frankie’s eyes that are very clearly blackened with desire even in the low lighting of the bathroom. Licking your bottom lip, you nod quickly and mutter out.

“Fuck me, Frankie. I don’t care how fast or rough you need to be, just please fuck me.”

A groan comes from him at your words as he grabs you again, dragging you off the counter to stand on your feet again. His hands on your hips turn you around to face the mirror, making eye contact in the reflection.

“Take your shorts and panties off for me, cariño. Gotta be quick.” He winks at you, a light smack to your ass before he pops the button on his jeans and drags the zipper down. You do the same with your denim shorts, dropping the material along with your underwear to your ankles, stepping one out.

Behind you, Frankie has pulled his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs. One of his hands finds your lower back, gently coaxing you to bend forward on the counter. His other set of fingers prod through your folds, a breathy moan coming from him as he feels your wetness.

“This all from me kissing you, hermosa?”

“Nah uh. It’s from just being in the same room as you all night.”

“Mmm, you’ve wanted me that bad, angel? Should’ve said something. We could’ve been having lots of fun these past few months.”

“I was—I was shy.”

Frankie shakes his head as he looks at you in the mirror, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Don’t think you’re shy now, cariño. Eres una chica traviesa (You’re a naughty girl),” his fingers slip into your entrance for a few ticks, a gasp fogging the glass in front of you as he pulls them out, “You ready for me, mariposa? Might be a lot to take.”

He winks with a smug look on his face, messy curls hanging over his forehead and framing his face.

“Francisco, just fuck me already. We’re losing time that you could be inside of me.” Your frustration bubbles over out of impatience. He waits for another beat to tease you, and when you open your mouth to complain again, he drives his cock into you.

His smugness was granted — the way he’s filling you up completely is unlike anyone you’ve had before.

As if he knew your reaction before it happened, his hand covers your mouth to muffle the loud moan that jerks out of you. Frankie wastes no time, his thrusts starting fast and hard from behind.

“This what you wanted, mariposa? Wanted me to fuck your hard and fast? A mi chica le gusta sucio, no? (My girl likes it dirty, right?)”

Your response is stifled by his hand, the only sounds in the room Frankie’s low voice and the slap of his thighs against your ass. Your eyes screw shut at the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your walls quickly, the head of his length brushing that extra sensitive spot inside of you.

“Nah uh, cariño. Eyes open. Want you to watch me fuck you like the dirty girl you are.” Frankie’s hand squeezes your ass tightly, a yelp coming out of your mouth from behind his hand. You open your eyes and look at him in the mirror, sweat building on your forehead and your exposed collarbone. He makes eye contact with you in the reflection, his hips fucking into you rougher.

“Fuck, don’t you look pretty taking my cock? Es todo lo que soñaste, hermosa? (Is it everything you dreamed of, beautiful?)”

Your tongue pokes out of your mouth, licking the salty skin of his fingers. Frankie groans quietly and shifts the position of his hand, two of his thick fingers pressing in between your lips to fill your mouth.

“Chupa, cariño. Suck.”

Following his demand, your cheeks concave and your tongue swirls around them in your mouth. Frankie’s eyes darken further as he watches in the reflection, thrusts becoming sloppier.

“‘M so close, cariño, don’t think I can last much longer. You gotta be quiet while I take care of you, yeah?”

Without an answer, his fingers slip from your mouth. His other hand finds your lower stomach, pulling you up to stand with your shoulders against his chest, cock filling you up with each drag of his hips. The fingers wet with your saliva are quick to circle your clit, the extra stimulation barreling you towards the edge.

“Oh fuck, Frankie! Yes, yes, yes!” Your whines are as quiet as you can make them, the back of your head pressing hard into his shoulder as his next thrust sends your vision black and muscles taut. Every thought in your brain seeps away, pleasure filling every crevice of you.

Your walls squeeze around his cock, nails digging into his arm around you as he fucks you through your orgasm while chasing his own.

“Fucking hell, mariposa. Pussy’s fucking milking my cock, god. So tight. Eres tan perfecta para mi (You are so perfect for me).”

He thrusts his cock one, two, three more times before he pulls out quickly, replacing the feeling of you with his fist and repeating your name over and over under his breath. The sound of your come around his cock nearly drops you to your knees to take him in your mouth, but the looming pressure of time keeps you standing, compromising by bending over the counter again. Ropes of his warm come paint your ass and your wet cunt, a whine falling from your lips as his own soft, melodic whimpers fill your ears.

It’s quiet in the room except for the gasps of breaths you both take to calm down, eye contact made through the mirror as you both smile widely at each other. Nothing else is spoken as Frankie grabs tissues from the shelf above the toilet, wiping his come from your skin. Before he clean it up entirely, you swipe a fingertip through one streak, bring it to your lips to suck it clean. His mouth hangs open at the sight and you smirk satisfied, winking before you pull up your underwear and fasten your shorts up again.

Both of you are buttoning as a fist pounds on the door, the sound of a phone alarm following it. Benny’s voice booms from the other side, a cackle evident in his tone.

“Time’s up, boring fucks!”

Frankie looks at you with a sweet smile, nodding toward the door, “Ready?”

You exhale a chuckle and nod, taking a look in the mirror and making eye contact with Frankie as he looks at your reflection tenderly. Your hands brush at your hair, tapping the sweaty makeup back into your skin. Frankie shakes his head behind you, tugging you around by your belt loops. He leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Ladies first, mariposa.”

You step ahead of him, swinging the door open after twisting the lock undone and being met with a stumbling Benny on the other side.

He looks between the two of you, suspicion on his face as he tries to read your minds. Both of you have a poker face on, and he groans, shaking his head.

“Took you both long enough. What, were you fixing your clothes?”

“No, Frankie was just watching as I fixed up my makeup and had a catch-up. Nothing exciting for you to gossip about, Benny.”

He groans, marching back to the living room, “They didn’t do anything! Just fucking talked like losers.”

Frankie chuckles behind you, his warm palm rubbing against your lower back as you walk down the hall in front of him. His touch drops from you when you enter the party, both of you returning to your original seats and falling back into the conversation as the game switches to Truth or Dare.

Santiago glances at Frankie sitting next to him, chuckling to himself, “Zipper’s down, Fish.”

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[witchofthesouls]

Wait something funny just occurred to me. In the AU where the kids get cyber formed but remain on the edge of being adults, someone would have had to give them the Cybertonian version of The Sex Talk.

Would it be Ratchet, giving them the strictly medical side of things, or would it be some bot, talking about the experimental/exploring parts?

(I genuinely believe Ratchet would have an aneurysm of some kind at the prospect of it. But let's pretend)

I have to name this verse properly because Tarn isn't here, but it will eventually lead the D.J.D. to Earth. I'll keep the soulmate au tag until I can figure out something.

Ratchet does have an aneurysm because he has set ideas on what is and isn't 'appropriate' from Functionist-held Golden Age Cybertron, but he also carries a lot of guilt from out-surviving almost all his friends, cohorts, and students...

And it's all being dragged into the mud by the Jasper trio, who gives no quarter on crushing his prejudices and fears. Even Raf, his favorite, casually steamrolls over it with the draconian and American mindset of giving no fucks.

Team Prime had harmless thought exercises of what their charges' Cybertronian frames would be like... and none of them were remotely correct!

Because Miko is a Seeker femme, Raf may or may not be a type of Predacon, and Ratchet can't get proper readings on Jack's base-coding, Ratchet sits them all down because they're not sparklings or mechlings with sealed plates but full-framed mecha with total access. He gives them the reproductive talk, especially since Seekers and beastformers go into reproductive heats, but humans don't have that. He's trying to be mindful, and Ratchet is going through the different sexual methods and the variations of parts. Of course, Raf has to interrupt because the draconian mech has two spikes and no receptacle, and he would like to know about any necessary care.

All in all, it's really Ratchet having another fit because his weird humans are now weird Cybertronians of yore/throwbacks. And the ex-humans are taking it rather well, but Jack, Miko, and Raf had literally lifetimes to explore sexuality: as humans, human-hybirds by exploring their heritage as well as alchemical concoctions and very curious lovers.

This, however, did kickstart the path of Ratchet teaching Miko his medical knowledge as she doesn't want the results. She's burning to have the technical skills and knowledge of the processes. Ratchet does pass on his skills to Raf and Jack, but Raf prefers the science as Jack is more fascinated by procuring research material. Miko literally bullzoned her way to become his student. The howling matches they had shook the foundations of the base, but she got her way because she deliberately aimed at his vulnerable parts. ("You'll leave us one day to go back to Cybertron! And you're refusing to tell me how to properly care for myself!?") Ratchet is highly concerned about how voracious Miko's appetite is for that knowledge.

She yearns to become a Tsunade/Unohana terror among them because they have a strong suspicion that if their status is revealed, then they'll become targets. She'll become a Cybertronian Bloodbourne horror if it means she'll never be trapped like what happened to some of her kin.

[capseycartwright]

hiiiiiiii lorna it’s only weird if you make it weird if u want<3

a throwback to quarantine era because there's just not enough of it u know?

Eddie Diaz is a grown man. He probably shouldn’t need to clarify that, but he is a grown man – and as a grown man of thirty-something years of age, he shouldn’t be feeling so weird about sharing a bed with his best friend.

Except he might be having a panic attack of some kind.

“Eddie,” Buck huffed, squirming as he got settled on the left side of his California King. He looked laidback, and comfortable – which was to be expected, Eddie supposed, given this was Buck’s bed, and Buck’s home. Eddie had always struggled with comfort, and he relied on being in his own space to find that comfort: and now, he was here, in Buck’s loft, sharing the relatively small space with three other people, and he wasn’t sure when he’d actually be able to go home to his own house, to his son.

“Buck,” Eddie mimicked, trying to use sarcasm to cover up his nervousness.

He didn’t know why he was being so weird.

(He did –

His slowly changing feelings toward Buck were something Eddie didn’t have the mental – or emotional – capacity to deal with just yet, and then the world went mad, and they were in lockdown and there was a killer virus spreading through the world, and now Eddie was having to face sharing a bed with his best friend who he might – maybe – have some less than platonic feelings toward, and –

He was being weird about it.)

“You have to get in bed if you’re going to sleep,” Buck hummed, folding his arms across his chest. He was wearing pyjamas, a garish cartoon character printed on the front of the grey material.

“I just – is it weird?” Eddie hopped from left, to right, the cool wood of Buck’s bedroom floor cold under his bare feet. But he’s not an animal – he wasn’t going to sleep with socks on and face the cripplingly domestic task of finding the socks he would inevitably kick off during the night under the weight of the shared duvet.

“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Buck shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the prospect of sharing a bed with Eddie for the foreseeable future.

“I snore,” Eddie offered.

“I talk in my sleep,” Buck countered. “I kick sometimes, too – so sorry in advance to your shins. Any other arguments to make?”

Nightmares, Eddie wanted to say –

Sometimes, he woke up screaming and he couldn’t remember why: and other times, he woke up screaming and the why felt terrifyingly vivid: it was Afghanistan, it was watching Shannon die, it was losing Christopher and that constant fear that Eddie wasn’t a good enough father, it was watching the ladder truck up and the weight of it crush Buck while Eddie screamed Buck’s name until his lungs burned.

“I’m a restless sleeper,” he finally settled on a more measured set of words: because admitting to the fact that his sleep was plagued by nightmares and insomnia felt as though it wasn’t something he could talk about right now – and maybe wasn’t the right moment, either, given the tension that had crept into every corner of Buck’s loft as the four of them wondered how long they might have to live like this: crushed in like sardines, desperate to protect their families from a virus they didn’t know enough about yet.

Buck grinned. “I’m a deep sleeper,” he countered. “So, we’re a perfect match.”

Eddie couldn’t argue anymore, and so he nodded, padding the final few metres to the right side of Buck’s bed, tugging his side of the duvet free, sliding in, the cotton of Buck’s sheets soft under his skin. Buck’s bed was big, sure, but they were two relatively big guys – so Buck’s shoulder was pressed to his, as Eddie tried to get settled.

“It’ll be okay,” Buck reassured, his voice quiet, quiet enough to make sure that Hen, and Chimney couldn’t hear from downstairs. Those words were for Eddie, and Eddie alone.

Eddie appreciated it so much he could cry.

“How do you know that?” he wasn’t great, at voicing his fears, but Buck had always made him feel comfortable enough to admit to some of those dark thoughts running a marathon inside of his head.

“Because,” Buck nudged Eddie’s shoulder, the faint outline of his smile in the dim light of the loft all the reassurance that Eddie had ever needed to get through the worst days of his life. “It always is, when you and I have anything to do with it.”

And yeah –

Maybe Buck was right.

send me a 'there was only one bed' prompt

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

i couldn't find anything about time tots so I'll ask now, sorry if it's repetitive. How long does a pregnancy span? And are there specific stipulations for a child to inherit their parents genes? (P.S. this is in regards to non looming offspring)

How do natural Gallifreyan pregnancies work?

Weirdly enough, while we have some fairly OK info on hybrid Gallifreyan-Human pregnancies (we're calling these babies Chronosapiens until told otherwise), pure Gallifreyan pregnancies—those occurring naturally without using a Loom between two Gallifreyans—are much harder to come by. Below is a bit of a speculative look at it based on what we know about their reproductive biology.

👶 Gallifreyan Pregnancies

🕒 Duration: Due to their complex physiology and the nature of their DNA, the gestation period for a Gallifreyan carrying a Gallifreyan baby is probably a bit longer than in humans. It could extend up to a year or so, reflecting the time needed to fully form a being with all the bells and whistles of Gallifreyan biology.

🧬 Genetic Transmission: In non-looming reproduction, it's critical that specific genetic traits—such as the triple helix DNA structure fundamental to Gallifreyans—are successfully passed on. This genetic makeup is crucial for the child to inherit typical Gallifreyan traits (this is obviously far less of a risk for pure Gallifreyan tots than it is in hybrid pregnancies).

⌛Temporal Sensitivity: Given their intrinsic connection to time, Gallifreyan fetuses might develop temporal awareness early in the gestation process. This could necessitate a protective environment to shield both the fetus and the mother from potential temporal anomalies.

🧠Accelerated Cognitive Development: The fetus might begin interacting with its environment or even exhibiting telepathic abilities while in the womb.

📜 Stipulations for Genetic Inheritance

There aren't any notable stipulations beyond the absolute necessity of the tot having the triple-helix DNA. However, it could get more social and political when you start talking about Gallifreyan-Gallifreyan time tots.

🔬 Genetic Compatibility Testing: Since Looming is usually such a controlled practice, parents might undergo genetic compatibility testing to ensure their offspring will inherit desired Gallifreyan traits.

🧪 Gene Therapy: In cases where there is a risk of not passing on "desirable" Gallifreyan traits, prospective parents might consider pre-emptive gene therapy to correct or enhance genetic material before conception.

🌌 Ancestral Lineage Considerations: The child's rights to certain family legacies or positions within Gallifreyan society might be contingent on demonstrating a pure or enhanced Gallifreyan genetic lineage.

🏫 So ...

As stated, Gallifreyan-Gallifreyan pregnancies are a bit of an enigma compared to hybrid pregnancies, but we can assume they're probably longer than in humans because of the more complex pie they have to bake and the potency of the natural Gallfireyan abilities in a non-hybrid embryo is probably going to have an effect too. Then, there are all the political and social factors to consider.

Related:

What would a Human/Gallifreyan pregnancy look like?: Details on the possible gestational aspects of a hybrid pregnancy.

Could two Gallifreyans from different Houses have a healthy loomed child?: Biological and cultural implications of inter-house breeding.

What happens to a foetus when a Gallifreyan regenerates?: How regeneration during pregnancy could work.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Throwback Thursday: Elmer Riggs

Imagine being a fossil mammal guy. I know, it's hard when there are dinosaurs out there but just give it a try. You've been in South Dakota and Nebraska working on Oligocene deposits pulling out some gnarly mammals. Then you go to Utah and start working on some Eocene mammals and the trail leads you to Grand Junction, Colorado. While there, you are approached by someone who says they are an amateur fossil collector and the president of the Western Colorado Academy of Science and they have some dinosaur bones they want you to see.

That is what happened to Elmer Riggs. He was born in India and moved to Kansas when he was just a small boy. He got both his bachelor's and master's degree at the University of Kansas and then was hired by the Field Columbian Museum (now know as the Field Museum of Chicago) as the museum's first paleontologist.

Now, back to Grand Junction. Okay, so, it was actually the smaller suburb of Fruita that he was sent to go look for dinosaurs. Him and a small team were out prospecting when they stumbled upon a very large humerus (upper arm bone).

Riggs initially though it belonged to a Brontosaurus and that it was a crumbly piece of junk so he actually gave priority to a much nicer looking Camarasaurus (Morosaurus) in a nearby quarry. However, once this humerus was completely uncovered, he knew it wasn't Brontosaurus but something bigger.

He further misidentified the element as a femur rather than a humerus due to it's immense length. It's wasn't until the lab preparation was complete that they recognized it as a humerus. All the white bones in the diagram below belong to the holotype (the first described specimen) found at Riggs' Hill.

As you can see, the holotype is the most complete Brachiosaurus material and it's really not that much. Fingers crossed we have a little more at Evil Tree Bonebed. How cool would that be!?

Riggs named the "largest dinosaur ever!" Brachiosaurus altithorax meaning "high chested arm lizard" and at the same time, noted that Apatosaurus and Brontosaurus were probably the same animal.

You can still visit the quarry where Brachiosaurus was found today. I have been there myself. It's a short trail about five minutes from the Dinosaur Journey Museum. If you ever head out that way, check them both out!

[amaranthhiding]

Sam and Lily Sunder in 12x10

I honestly never paid all that much attention to this scene in my previous rewatches of this episode, because the episode itself has such a strong focus on Cas, so that's where my attention was the other times.

But since this time my focus for this episode is on Sam (for... so far undisclosed reasons *coughs*), this scene is driving me completely up-the-wall insane. I'm not even sure I can adequately put into words all the layers of why.

Sam is really there, having a bonding moment with the red-haired, centuries-old woman who knows levels of advanced magic that lie beyond anything Sam has been able to do alone so far, while he's relating to her in a very personal way over past trauma.

The mind-blowing thing about this is that all of this sounds 100% like I'm talking about Rowena, but I'm not.

And you can see, you can actually see, how fascinated and tempted he is by the prospect of this magic.

That the only thing holding him back is the memory of himself going dark with the demon blood powers years ago.

(Sorry, I couldn't resist.)

And how he drops that restraint the moment he finds out that Lily is not talking about any dark powers, but about angelic, divine ones.

I mean, look at how interested he suddenly is.

This is just an assumption on my part, but I think his posture and facial expression mean he is so willing to pay the price?

He even puts the angel blade away he'd been fiddling with up to this point.

He's willing to pay the price until he finds out that this price also includes going back to one of his other deepest regrets—the time he was soulless and completely unhinged and without any remorse.

Which gives them yet another thing to bond over? Something nobody else would truly understand.

Listen, I'm not actually shipping Sam/Lily. I'm honestly not even completely sure what my point for this post is. But I'm just intrigued, you know?

They somehow put Sam's dark past with the demon blood powers and the soulless era and the desperate hunt for revenge for the deaths of Mary and Jess all into one conversation?

That and magic!

Then Lily's "You don't trust me, I understand" is like a throwback to one of the first things Sam said to Rowena: "I don't trust you, and I never will."

And then Lily, as if she already knew Sam in and out from the short time they've spent with each other, brings up the one thing that actually has the potential to make him go down that soulless road again.

Dean's death.

We know it's possible.

Just like Dean's fate was what made Sam drop all his restraints to team up with Rowena, it could do the same thing again, couldn't it?

If Ishim had managed to kill Dean and Cas that night, Sam would have wanted Ishim dead with very little regard for whatever personal sacrifices Sam would have had to make for that. Even if, for some reason, that would have been an eye?

We know that.

Lily knows that.

And Sam knows it, too.

(Also, she promises to wait for him because she really wants him as her student for Enochian magic, apparently? Just, what is happening here?)

[twonutsinatrenchcoat]

Throwback to the time that I accidentally read half of The Communist Manifesto at age fourteen thinking it was penned by someone who otherwise posted dragon smut because I was on a forum site and somebody had responded to an accusation that they were a communist with the whole copy/pasted document, and I in earnestness fueled by the tantalizing prospects of good gossip and a deeper understanding of (those people and by extension) the world around me kept reading for a solid 15min before I realized my marxstake.

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Meeting Starters

Send “Meeting + a symbol” for a starter of our muses meeting at this location, possibly for the first time! (all specific locations are only suggestions!)

Our muses meet out to eat

🥐 at a bakery (ex. Bake My Day in Queens; Toastery in Manhattan) ☕️ at a cafe (ex. Higher Grounds, Manhattan; The Snug Mug, Staten Island) 🐈 at a cat cafe (ex. Kitty and Brew in Brooklyn) 🍵- for tea (ex. Rise & Grind in the Bronx) 🍳 for brunch (ex. Bluebirds in Manhattan) 🍝 at a fancy restaurant (ex. Bella Vita in Staten Island) 🥤 at a cheap diner (ex. Diner in the Bronx) 🍨 at the ice cream parlor (ex. Freshly Churned in Staten Island)  🎤 at a singing restaurant (ex. Stardust in Manhattan) 🧃 at a smoothie shop (ex. Main Squeeze in Queens) 🥗 at a vegan restaurant (ex. Wild Living in Manhattan)

Our muses meet shopping

🛍️ at the mall (ex. Bay Plaza Mall in the Bronx) 👖 at the market (ex. Brooklyn Flea Market, Queens Night Market) 👗 at the thrift store (ex. Trove Thrift in Brooklyn) 📚 at a book store (ex. Cover to Cover in Queens, Brownstone Books; Brooklyn) 🌸 at the florist (ex. Dahlia and Daffodils in Staten Island) 🎵 at the record shop (ex. Grooves in Staten Island) 🗝️at the antique store (ex. Antiques in Queens)

Out muses meet at the club

🕺 at a club playing throwback music (ex. Retro Night Club in the Bronx) 💃🏻 at a club playing latin music (ex. Havana Night Club in Queens) ✨ at a club playing modern music (ex. Club 51 in Manhattan) 🏳️‍🌈 at a LGBTQ+ club (ex. Glow, Brooklyn; Sugar & Spice, Queens, Pegasus, Manhattan) 🤠 at a club with a mechanical bull (ex. Cowbells in the Bronx) 👠 at a strip club (ex. Emeralds in Manhattan) 🎷at a jazz club (ex. The Blue Note in Queens)

Our muses meet at a bar

🍸 ordering drinks (ex. Becky’s Martini Bar in Manhattan) 📝 on trivia night (ex. Corner Pub in Brooklyn) 🍺 sitting at the bar (ex. Joe’s Tavern in Queens) 🎱 playing a bar game (ex. Puzzles in Manhattan) 🍹on karaoke night (ex. Songbirds and Sangrias in Staten Island) 🌆 viewing the skyline (ex. Zenith in Manhattan) 👀exchanging glances (ex. The She Shed in the Bronx) 🍽 sharing an appetizer (ex. The Tool Shed in Staten Island)

Our muses meet around the city

✈️ at the airport (ex. JFK in Queens) 🎟️ at an amusement park (ex. Coney Island in Brooklyn) 🐠 at the aquarium (ex. New York Aquarium in Brooklyn) 💳 at the library (ex. New York Public Library) 🗿 at a museum (ex. Guggenheim, Met, MoMa, New York Historical Society) 🏞️ at the park (ex. Central Park, Prospect Park in Brooklyn, Socrates Park in Queens) 🎭 at a theatrical production (ex. the Theater District in Manhattan) 🚋 at the train station (ex. Grand Central Station in Manhattan) 🚕 at Times Square 🌆 on a walking path (ex. The High Line in Manhattan, Brooklyn Heights Promenade) 🏟️ at Yankee Stadium 🦦 at the zoo (ex. Bronx Zoo)

Our muses meet doing an activity

🏋️‍♀️ at the gym (ex. Core Fitness in Staten Island) 🥊 at the boxing gym (ex. Champion Boxing in the Bronx) 🍿 at the movie theater (ex. Dollar Theater in the Bronx) 📽️ at an outdoor projected movie (ex. Technicolor Theater in Queens) 🎸 at a concert (ex. The Echochamber in Brooklyn; Riot House in the Bronx) 🤣 at a comedy show (ex. Punchline in the Bronx) ⛸️ at a skating rink (ex. Roller City in Queens) 🎳 at a bowling alley (ex. Strike! in Staten Island) 🖌️ at the tattoo parlor (ex. Electric Ink in Brooklyn) 🧰 at the mechanic (ex. One Stop Auto Repair in Queens) 🖼️ at an art show (ex. Haze Gallery, The Underground, or Gilded in Brooklyn) 🎨 doing arts and craft (ex. Glazed Finish in Brooklyn) ⛳️ playing mini golf (ex. Holidaytown in Manhattan)

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Four

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, protective bucky, miscommunication, anxiety, overwhelming emotions, loki being a lil shit (in a good way), sharon and dot are mean to the reader, fat shaming, bucky needs to check his surroundings before he speaks, alexander pierce is a creepy dude.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter Three || Chapter Five

HEADLINES

Alexander Pierce Announces Deal To Buy Out Hydrangeas Literary House, Plans Expanding SHEILD Productions Into Publication. 

EXCLUSIVE! Bucky Barnes adds Y/N Y/L/N’s Third Book To his TBR Pile on Instagram Stories.

Loki Laufeyson Follows Y/N Y/L/N On Instagram, Is He Fascinated Or Bonding Over Broken Hearts?

Dolores Uploads Throwback Shots With BTS Pictures Of Bucky Barnes. We’re rooting for this pair!

Y/N Y/L/N Uploads Snippet of Book 4: 'Chapter Eight' With All Caps F Word Written. Fans Have Theories.

Staring at the rapidly accumulating crowd, Sam and Yelena exchange a worried glance. 

Bucky closes his eyes leaning his head back against the couch. Then a scarcely familiar sound prompts him to look up. 

Loki walks in, with you at his side another laugh being coaxed from you by his best friend. Bucky blinks a few times. 

“Hey Y/N.” He greets, you smile when you meet his gaze. 

“Hey,” You’re about to say his name but realise he yet hasn’t corrected you from calling him Mr. Barnes. 

“Bucky, my man.” Loki grins, “This is one talented little lady.” He points towards you. 

“Loki.” You shake your head skin heating. 

It was your first time meeting him, after exchanging a handshake he launched into singing praises of your work. 

“She is.” Bucky agrees, standing from the couch, “How is writing coming along?” He questions and your brows furrow. 

Loki observes Bucky quietly then looks towards Sam, who only gives a silent agreement to the prospective thought they share. 

“It’s—yeah, oh the five chapters? Belted them out and more. I think the sunset inspired me.” You grin, Bucky smiles. 

“I’m glad, if you want to go back I could have that arranged too.” He offers, internally hopeful. 

“That, that is generous of you. Thank you.” 

“I saw the little story about chapter eight…” Bucky trails off, you shrug.

“I mean the recent news wasn’t really a good thing.” You refer to the buyout orchestrated by Alexander Pierce. Bucky nods in understanding.

“Which sunset did you see? Because, Bucky here goes on about only one particular sunset.” Loki adds, tapping on your shoulder. Bucky’s blue eyes follow the movement. 

Loki grins with mischief when he catches the little tick in Bucky’s jaw. 

“Oh um, I believe the name of the place is Win—,”

“Winnie’s Nook.” Dolores speaks up entering the area, “Bucky’s favourite place, been there with him several times he loves the private little booth.” She smiles, her hand moving to his shoulder, leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

Bucky stays unmoving entire frame stiffening, once she is done he shifts closer to you. 

“Dolores.” Loki says drily, holding back an eye roll, “Have you met the author Y/N, yet?” He gestures towards you. 

Dolores gives you an unimpressed once over, “I don’t think it is much of a meeting.” She rolls her eyes. 

You give a tight-lipped smile, “I certainly felt the same when you were casted to play the lead.” 

Loki begins to guffaw and even Bucky laughs.

“Oh Darling, absolutely stellar and feisty.” Loki grins at you. You try to hide your smile. 

Dolores was one of those influencers shaming people for having your type of body. You didn’t want to be rude but the adaptation was into smithereens the minute she was hired and you would be bitter about it as long as you wanted. 

She stood for everything that prompted body image issues and she couldn’t even see it or admit it. Only promoting harmful ways of weight loss and fad diets. 

Dolores huffs, “How dare you! I’m the one carrying this movie.” 

“She did write the bestseller book.” Bucky defends. 

She gapes at him, “Bucky.” Dolores whines. 

“Bucky call for you.” Sam intervenes, saving him from her nonsense. Dolores stalks off to the side near the vanity. 

You look between the two, then at Loki’s curiosity filled gaze upon you. 

“Did they?” You question. 

“Mmhmm, they did, got pretty messy. Most of the reckless persona came post that entire ordeal.” Loki sighs solemnly. 

“So it’s deeper than just pretty messy.” You conclude. 

Loki taps his nose in confirmation at you catching the point. 

You look at Bucky, watching him as he speaks on the phone with one of his genuine smiles. The ones that bring crinkles by his eyes. 

“I heard you both buried the hatchet about a week ago?” Loki pulls your gaze back to him. 

“We did, sort of? I mean it’s not like we’re arguing every few sentences anymore.” You hold your tongue. 

“I sense a ‘but’?” Loki chuckles when your hesitation is caught. 

“It-It’s silly, really, somewhere I still feel I have to be very formal with him? I mean we do text here and there but its all surface level? I’m not like saying I want to be besties or something—,” You pause looking at Loki who has a smile on his face, “What?”

“No just, Bucky can be that way, layered and often times says things he doesn’t mean, or rather he says them and is misunderstood.” Loki shrugs.  

“I tend to have that issue too.” You frown, eyes moving back to Bucky. 

“Give him time, I haven’t heard him rave about a book in a long time and seeing him annotate yours, well, I think he ran out of post-its.” Loki chuckles. You laugh. 

“I think that is why those post its are always sold out.” You chuckle, Loki tilts his head to the side, confused. 

“Also, um, I know I sent the email earlier on but I’m so happy you’re playing Rhys’ best friend, Levi. I saw the audition tape, the entire scene of Levi talking Rhys out from his PTSD episode. Moved me to tears. I still get goosebumps thinking about it” You blink back the tears because writing that scene was a profound experience. 

Loki smiles, his cheeks tinged pink. 

“Thank you. When I read it, I could feel how much attention you put into shedding light on the caregivers and support system also feeling overwhelmed. Sometimes their struggles aren’t showcased. If it is then its sort of to make the care receiver feel bad. You did both justice.” Loki’s palm touches your upper arm, giving a soft squeeze. 

“It meant a lot reading that, I’m sure you would  know about my mother’s illness. It was publicised despite my reluctance but I did find semblances of privacy when the fans began shutting down and reporting the websites, I’m sorry I’m going off on a tangent...” His lips twitch, attempting to hide his grimace, you nod. 

“I’m sorry, my own mom, she is unwell. I can’t imagine what you must have gone through, given how demanding everything must be for you. It was nice of them to do that for you. I’m glad you appreciate them so much.” You offer, your hand moving over his giving it a squeeze. 

Bucky watches the two of you, as the call with his mother comes to an end. Everyone in his family were waiting, excited to be watching the cast reveal livestream on youtube. 

The way Loki gazes at you down to your hand upon his which is on your arm. It stirs something in Bucky’s chest. 

“What is he upto?” Bucky doesn’t mean to sound harsh, he winces at his own tone. 

“They’re talking?” Yelena adds cooly, taking another chicken nugget on her plate, 

“She was over the moon when I told her he sent flowers.” She chuckles looking back to you and Loki speaking whatever moment had transpired was gone and you both were now joking about something. 

“He sent her flowers?” Bucky stares at his best friend, “Why?” 

“Geez, maybe to say ‘thank you for writing a character he’s excited to play’?” Yelena shrugs, “I don’t know what connotations it holds, Mr. Barnes.” 

Sam walks up to them the look on his face says he isn’t pleased. 

“What is it?” Yelena sets her plate down. 

“They are thinking about snubbing Y/N’s appearance. Little miss Dot complained to Brock who complained to Alexander.” Sam explains, voice low. 

“That stupid, sexist, misogynistic uncle and nephew duo.” Yelena grumbles. 

Bucky wants to punch Brock again, he also wants to tell Dot off. He decides there has to be a way to give you your moment. You deserve it.

“I overheard them, so they don’t know we know. I suggest not telling Y/N.” Sam adds as Yelena hums in agreement. 

“I think I could you know thwart plans?” Bucky grins as the plan formulated in his mind, “Distract her would you, Yelena?” He requests. 

She narrows her eyes at him, “This better not impact anything negatively.” she warns before moving towards you. 

Loki senses Bucky’s gaze he looks up, the latter gestures for him to join them. He then observes Yelena making her way to the two of you. 

“Darling, I just realised I need to speak to Bucky about something. I’ll be a moment. I’m really happy you loved the flowers.” Loki grins, taking your hand and placing a kiss to your knuckle m. 

Your breath gets caught at the gesture, you’re sure the heat on your cheeks and neck is obvious. 

“Ye-yeah, um, thank you once again.” You manage to reply, Loki makes his way grinning, towards a scowling Bucky and a grinning Sam. 

“Is something brewing?” Yelena wiggles her brows, teasing. 

“What? No, he was being nice.” You defend, though Loki was one of your favourites to watch on screen you could never imagine yourself in this world next to someone like him. 

“I meant friendship but if your mind went somewhere else…” She elongates the else. 

“Yelena.” You shake your head, looking towards the three men in a heated discussion. 

Bucky catches your gaze, sending a small smile your way with a little wave of his hand. You chuckle, smiling back and waving. 

He turns his attention back to Loki and Sam. 

Loki chuckles, “Green is usually my colour, Bucky.” 

“Oh is it?” Bucky raises a brow. 

“Oh are you jealous of my blooming friendship?” The green eyed man teases, Bucky sputters. Leaning against the railing his back towards Sam. 

“N-no, I’m not jealous just, I don’t want her to use you for inspiration.” Bucky winces at the lie, it’s horrible on even his part to say that, so many people draw inspiration from others for their art. 

Muses could be anyone and anything. 

“Bucky… you can’t be serious.” Loki sounds baffled, rightly so because this isn’t the Bucky he knows, “I understand you have reservations but to accuse her that way?” 

“Look I don’t want you hurt alright?” Bucky closes his eyes, hands gripping the railing. He knows he should shut up. He knows his own reservations are coming out in an ugly manner. 

“Man.” Sam reaches out to tap his shoulder. 

“No, Sam,” Bucky pushes away his arm, still looking down at the crowd.

“Buck.” Sam attempts again,

“Drop it would you? Look I’ve been hurt terribly by having myself paraded around unwillingly and I don’t want him to regret falling for someone who can base her next plot on him.” Bucky turns back as the sound of your plate falling onto the food-table resounds, tipping over then clattering on the floor. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bucky mutters, the three of them only see your side profile. You’re staring at where the plate fell. Your chest rises and falls, for a few moments you can’t feel your breaths even being processed.

You didn’t mean to pry, didn’t mean to overhear them. Yelena was just praising the chicken nuggets so you thought, well why not? It was going to be the first meal, your nerves were getting the best of you. 

You didn’t think you could overhear them. 

You don’t even know if Bucky would have meant you, but who else was Loki speaking to who writes out book plots? Hell, you didn’t even think Loki being nice to you was uncharted flirting territory. 

“Y/N, if I may,” Loki steps towards you, he pauses as Bucky takes two steps towards you. 

You don’t move, Bucky’s words repeating around your head. Sam runs a hand over his face, so much for becoming civil; he sighs. 

“Oh, oh silly me.” You cover up, with a short forced laugh. “Butter fingers you know? If only these glided over the keyboard while writing.” You chuckle, swiftly bending down and biting your lip to keep your composure to retrieve the plate to keep it to the side but the damned thing doesn’t turn to be able to grab it. Fuck. 

Bucky’s hand moves into your vision field, you shift back. As he turns the plate with ease, offering his other hand to help you stand back up. 

“Of course I’d find her near the food table. What happened searching for extra servings?” Sharon’s voice cuts through as Dot laughs. 

“Sharon, be mindful of what you’re saying.” Bucky glares at her. 

You want to scoff at him, he’s no better. 

You look up at Bucky, he keeps his eyes on you. Wordlessly you stand, without his help. 

“Listen, Alexander wants to meet you before the segment for I Think I.” Sharon yawns as if bored. 

“Where?” You ask, still ignoring Bucky who stands holding the plate. 

“Lower floor, there is a conference room near the banquet hall.” She explains, her little judgemental self eying you. 

“Thank you. Even with unnecessary commentary you get work done.” You give her a tight lipped smile before walking away and texting Yelena about where you will be, she had left earlier to attend a call. 

Bucky watches you move out, he turns to Sam and Loki who have disappointed expressions on their faces. Dot wraps her arms around his chest, Bucky drops the damn plate again and steps away from her.

“Keep your fucking distance.” His voice is cold. 

“Aw, cute.” Sharon giggles, “Do you know how many sex scenes are being put into the script?” 

Bucky looks towards her then at Dot. 

“We’re going to be pretty close again, Bucky.” She bats her eyelashes. 

Loki sighs, rolling his eyes at their trashy behaviour.

“All of you behind the stage in the banquet.” Maria Hill announces, going over the checklist in her hand. 

“Find Y/N.” Bucky tells Sam quietly so Dot and Sharon don’t overhear.

“Really mature of you.” Loki shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

“I know she’s pretending to not hear me.” Bucky sighs, they stand backstage.

“I’ll make it right.” Bucky assures, thought the tug in his chest makes him wonder. 

“How many chances is she supposed to give you?” Loki questions, with a shake of his head, he takes off his coat.

“Lokes.” Bucky sighs, “I don’t know why I said that…” 

“Are you pretending? Pretending to be her friend? Are you even her friend? You and I both know how horrible it is to have people pretend. Why are you going down that path? Why are you hurting her over crimes done by others?” Loki wants to say more but the crew begin to call them one by one to place mics upon them.

Bucky looks down at his glove clad hands. The two crew members ask him to take off his jacket as well as they begin to place the mic and go over the sound checks.  

Gnawing at your bottom lip you enter the small meeting room, Alexander sits there alone. Alarm bells go on in your mind. Just a desk and a few chairs the windows are glass panes not openable. 

“Um, Mr. Pierce, you wanted to speak with me?” You pull his attention from his phone.

Alexander smiles, placing his phone aside, “Just the little author I wanted to see. Excited for your big break?” 

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, “More nervous.” You admit. He frowns, gesturing with two fingers for you to take the seat next to him.

“I’m sure you were notified by Hydrangeas Lit. that I am going ahead with the buy out.” He smiles as you nod.

“I am stricter than them however, I won’t tolerate tardiness.” He tells you, hand resting upon your palm. Ice burns through your veins, you don’t move your palm.

“I don’t understand?” You know playing dumb is the way to go for now.

“My rules are breakable or rather malleable but at a price, sweetheart, you want an extension? I want a favour in return.” He shrugs, a chill runs down your spine you decide not to outwardly show your disgust.

“You’re talented, with the right people, right connections, you can have it all. I can provide it all.” Alexander squeezes your hand, “Just for you. It is simple really.”

“I understand, I’m sure I won’t require extensions. You’ve done more than enough. Thank you.” You inform him, a polite smile on your face.

Your pulse spikes when he smirks.

“I sure hope the same. I read the first five chapters, quite a gripping story. Unrequited love, are you going to make it a second chance romance?” Alexander’s questions seems genuine and his hand is away from yours. Were you reading in too much?

“I-I, haven’t decided yet… I want them to grow a little before I even consider, you know… the romance…” You explain, he nods.

“Well I hope you choose to keep it steamy as well, this new adult genre, we can have you earn well.” He smiles before standing in synchronous with his phone ringing.

“Excuse me for a minute.” He retrieves his phone and moves out of the room.

“Brock take care of her would you?” Alexander smiles at his nephew, heading into the applaud filled banquet room. 

Brock grins, the door handle easy to break from outside caging you in, he places the under repair page Sharon printed out and whistles innocently as he returns to the banquet. 

“So happy you all are excited for the second feature film SHEILD is bringing in this next year, you may have heard a lot of speculation, today we clear it all well maybe not all we do love surprises.” Alexander gleams as he announces handing the microphone to Sharon as she leads him to his seat.

Maria Hill and Nick Fury walk onto stage and begin going over the introduction of the story, their reason to chose it, and bought the rights.

After fifteen minutes you sigh, checking your phone but there isn’t any signal. You groan heading to the door. Only to have it not budge.

You frown, what the fuck?

You try it again, and again but it remains stuck.

Banging on the door, you yell for help but it seems as if no one is there.

“Any luck?” Bucky questions Sam, he shakes his head.

“Did you check the upper room?” Loki suggests.

“I did she isn’t there.” Sam informs.

“Any other rooms?” Loki wonders, 

“The other conference room’s door handle is broken and under renovation is written, it’s just been twenty minutes from when Alexander got on stage maybe she’s on a call or something?” Sam offers. 

Bucky sighs, this was being cut too close.

The hairstylist comes in for final checks, last brush of powder by the make up team. He goes over the lines prepped with Loki in the bathroom. 

“Guys where is Y/N?” Yelena questions, eyes scanning over the area.

“Can’t find her?” Sharon tuts, “maybe she got cold feet.” 

“Not everyone can handle fame or the burden of being with a famous person.” Dolores snickers.

Sam holds Yelena back by her wrist.

“It will only worsen things. Where was she last?” He questions her, she recounts the message to him. Sam purses his lips, thinking of where you could be. There weren’t any sounds coming from the under renovation room either. 

“And now for our star cast!” Nick Fury announces, their little entourage exchanges glances.

“Oh you have to be kidding me.” Loki groans, everyone’s eyes move to the doorway.

“Oh hey, Ace!” Bucky uses their stage name, recent entry into Hollywood but a breakout star none the less. Loki rolls his eyes unable to tolerate their presence. The two did get off on the wrong foot. 

Ace gives him a smile then turns to the door, holding their hand out.

“You’re okay.” Ace tells the person, Yelena floods with relief when you enter holding hands with the new starlet. 

“Thank you, I almost cried myself into panic.” You tell her, they give you a hug again. 

Bucky finally feels his breathing again. “Oh thank god. Where were you?” he walks to you.

The crew person checks upon Ace, just as Nick Fury announces their name as the cast for Doll’s best friend — Nia Volkov. Ace squeezes your hand as you smile at the parting wishing them luck.

You turn to Bucky, his face full of concern and worry.

“Why are you bothered?” You question, he steps back at your cold tone.

“I was, I was just worried—,” He attempts to explain himself.

“That I’m using Loki?” You repeat, being stuck in that room was worrisome but you cannot with his entire act of friendship.

Loki steps to break the fight, but he’s called upon stage. Bucky and you look at him climbing the stage and waving at the fans.

“Y/N, please, I didn’t mean it that way let me explain—,”

“Mr. Barnes,” You cut him off, his brows furrow, why are you being formal? 

“I can understand your reservations, I think I made assumptions over our truce. I won’t be bothering you or your friends further. If you need help with character breakdowns I’ll help but however I think this works only professionally.” You turn to move to Yelena, she moves her arm around your shoulders, glaring at Bucky. 

Sam watches the scene unfold he would speak to you both, try to clear the air again.

“Now, Doll herself— Dolores!” Maria announces, the crowd goes wild, you don’t look at Bucky, he keeps staring at you, you’re still disappointed as Dolores, prim proper and nothing like your written Doll is given the mantle to hold. He keeps wishing for you to look his way till his name is called, he climbs up the steps, closing is eyes, breathing in.

As he steps onto the stage he allows his public persona to take over, smiling and waving at the cheering crowd, going to greet Alexander, Nick and Maria before standing beside Loki, who gives him a smile.

Though his eyes give away that he is still angry with Bucky. 

“Now you all must be wondering, who play the characters that brew trouble for the highly shipped couple, Obidiah Stane as Doll’s father, Aldrich Killian as the patent stealing CEO, and his partner in crime Yon-Rogg and playing Yon-Rogg’s son, who is also Rhys Bass’ reason for irritation, Doll’s ex boyfriend, the story’s true antagonist,” Nick Fury looks at Alexander when he reads the name before speaking, his eyes shift upon Bucky.

Your brows furrow watching the small bit of silence. You weren’t told about this, you turn when you see a man at the steps. You look towards Yelena, she gives you the same worried look. 

Bucky doesn’t allow his emotions to show, though he has a feeling this is not going to be good. Loki and he exchange a glance.

“Go on Nick, I think the choice is amazing.” Alexander smiles.

“Steve Rogers.” Nick says, Steve steps onto the stage. 

The crowd goes wild. 

Absolutely wild. 

Oohs, Aahs and gasps echo through the room. 

Alexander gleams with mirth as the camera flashes don’t stop. 

Distantly Bucky hears Loki’s, “The fuck?” Over the ringing in his own ears. 

Loki keeps his eyes trained on Bucky trying to spot any discomfort. 

Sam glares at Steve not bothering to mask his disdain. 

Steve greets everyone, then stands in front of Bucky. Hand out stretched. Bucky takes it, keeping a smile forced on his face.

“Good to see you old pal.” Steve grins, scrunching his nose.

“Likewise, Rogers.” Bucky speaks keeping his eyes level, the two stood tall neither backing down.

“Pretty neat ain’t it? Seven years later together again. Loki, how are we doing?” Steve smirks, standing beside Dot, who gives him a big hug, Steve kisses her cheek.

“Steve.” Loki says with as much politeness as possible. If it weren’t for the fucking cameras and mics, internally Loki seethes. 

Bucky attempts to keep his breathing even, Loki counts the breaths, whispering for him to stay calm. 

Bucky looks at the small stairs where you peek out, his blue eyes meet your worried ones. He knows you didn’t know, he knows he is undeserving of the worry. 

Sharon brings the external mic towards Bucky as planned but Steve grabs it, Bucky is looking right you, you gulp. 

They skipped over your name. It dawns upon you. 

“Those fuckers—,” Yelena seethes, you place your hand on her shoulder.

“It’s fine.” You shrug, turning towards the chairs to the side. The limelight isn’t why you wrote books or were happy about the adaptation. 

“I just want to say,” Steve Rogers begins, “I personally, owe a tonne of gratitude,”

Loki and Bucky exchange a glance, this was Bucky’s mini speech to counter the snub to you. Steve meets Bucky’s slightly ticked off expression. He gives him a beaming grin. 

Loki shifts forward, Bucky holds him back slightly. 

They can’t fuck this up.

“I owe a tonne of gratitude to the creator and author of this wonderful, wonderful book,” Steve continues, smirking away at the visible ire from the two friends. 

Dolores scowls at Sharon. Sharon shrugs in response. Alexander looks towards Brock sitting in the audience he narrows his eyes at Steve. 

“Fucker overheard us.” Bucky grumbles.

“I will punch him.” Loki mutters back, Steve continues talking then claps as he finishes prompting you on stage.

Even moving towards the stairs to give you a hand to help climb up. 

You smile at Steve, thanking him above the hum of applause. You move to stand beside Ace, they give you a hug. 

“I’m sorry did I step on your bonding moment?” Steve gives an easy grin to Bucky and Loki as he stands beside them.

“Fuck you.” Loki mutters, Bucky leans back to look at you ignoring Steve.

You don’t meet his gaze for the remainder of the event.

HEADLINES:

WOAH, Ex Best Friends Reunited For Film Where They Play Rivals.

Social Media Sent Into Meltdown As Bucky and Steve Are Reunited. 

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes — Hollywood Best Friends, Dream Team and How They Fell Out.

Steve Rogers All Smiles As He Introduces Y/N Y/L/N To The Crowd At SHEILD Announcement.  We heard a rumour that she was going to be snubbed! #SteveOurHero

Steve Rogers Excited To Play His First Sort Of Villain —  Says, ‘I mean the character is written weakly, but I can do him justice.’

Cult Fans Of ITIMYIMDO Flood Steve’s Social Media With Insults Over His Comments On Their Favourite Author. 

Y/N Y/L/N Meets With Steve Rogers — Uh Oh, WITH Awkward Run In With Bucky Barnes and Co. 

Seven Years Ago:

HEADLINES:

Steve Rogers Writes Tell All, “Death Of A Friend” — A story of his own trial of being there for Bucky Barnes post The Horrific Accident.

Bucky Barnes Punches Steve Rogers At The Latter’s Book Launch.

“I Feel Bad, he cannot see my point.” Steve Rogers, Hollywood Golden Boy says he is innocent.

Bucky Barnes Refuses To Shed Details On Accident and Rehabilitation.

“He’s Selling My Trauma, My Experience Without Consent.” Bucky Barnes’ One Line About His Fall Out With His Best Friend. 

Fall Out With Steve Leaves Bucky All Alone Day Drinking At Bar.

Loki Laufeyson Visits Bucky Barnes — Co-Stars on Vampire-Warlock Series to New Friends. 

“I can’t Believe He Thinks I Did This For Money! I Wrote This To Help People In Similar Places.” Steve Rogers In Tears On Talk Show As Interview Takes Emotional Turn.  

A.N.: sooooooooooooo now you all know why bucky speaks/acts the way he does, also when i came up with the line announcing steve i swear i gasped i was all like 'oh shit fudge this is so amazing how did you think of it?' i hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I know it seems they keep arguing but thats how i kind of picture it before things stabilise will they stabilise soon idk?maybe i am a lil shit like loki (in a good way)

also the character Ace prefers gender neutral pronouns of they/them and are an OC, they play both female and male presenting roles, they have short wavy hair which they colour depending on the required role they have to play

love you all!!

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[anthonybialy]

Lunatic Moon Puts on an Eclipsing Show

The eclipse almost got eclipsed.  Lousy jerk clouds were so jealous of the attention whore Moon blocking the Sun that they tried to ruin the view.  But Jersey Shore-style drama was ultimately not imported from a place outside the totality.  The Moon was free to moon us.

Aspiring lookers worried a once-in-a-lifetime event would be even one fewer than that.  Missing the lack of sunshine would’ve been a twist during the soft reboot of an emblematically bleak tale.   Circumstances seemed eerily similar to 

that deflating Ray Bradbury short story everyone has a traumatic memory of reading about the cruel class locking the girl in the closet so she misses the rare Venusian sunshine.  But the happy ending we’re told never happens appeared out of nowhere.

I traveled all the way outside to be in the route.  My greatest worry was whether I thawed enough Pizza Logs for every guest.  We always try to be hospitable in Buffalo.  I noticed how many out-of-state license plates partially concealed bumpers in the days leading up to the solar system show.  Adventurous travelers took a chance on meteorological fate with a trip to the Queen City of Good Neighbors.  The prospect of never getting a gift from the cosmos beat definitely not seeing it in some crescent-cursed state.

The skies weren’t blotted by a blizzard, so we dodged the worst-case scenario.  I’d like to point out howling snow is an April rarity.  Still, Buffalo residents braced to be disappointed by something other than teams or taxes.  As for the shamefully high latter, politicians are so certain they know how to spend better than people who earn money that they take a cut just to prevent frivolous purchases.  Take eclipse supplies.  Many sites offered “free” glasses that taxpayers would’ve just bought with their own money if left to their unfettered devices.  Visitors wondered why there was ample elbow room around commercial zones.

Existing area establishments celebrated the spacey occurrence by not selling anything.  Everything closed while the skies opened.  My indispensible neighborhood liquor store shuttered while the Moon was drunk, which means those who wanted to get eclipsed had to plan ahead.  And even Tim Hortons took a rare break from brewing so workers could look wide-eyed through filters.  How did eclipse viewers stay jittery?  I hope meth dealers were shrewd enough to stay open.

Precautions against never seeing again seemed to work.  Concerns about going blinfndsxvnjds wrrrervfwe ,a,,h/nxxc.  My helper monkey has kindly stepped in to type dictations until my eyes stop feeling like I doused them with lava.  Anthony is an idiot.

I’m trying to remember the astronomical facts I crammed over the past week, but I fret they’ll vanish from my memory like safety warnings for watchers.  In my defense, it was tough to retain endless tips for ensuring spectators weren’t seeing the last thing they ever would.

Some alerts sounded like newsrooms sponsored contests to determine who could make the daftest admonition seem plausible.  Most notably, owners of fancy wireless pocket phones were advised to not point the cameras where they were looking or the implements could go blind, too.  You could make up any claim you’d like about where to aim eyes and get nervous participants to heed it.  I’m pretty sure you couldn’t glance at a waxed car unless you wanted your eyeballs to melt. You won’t see them.

I tried to be as prepared as I was enthusiastic.  It was as a good day for donning NASA socks as any this lifetime.  To complement my festive wardrobe in practical terms, I made eclipse viewer from a cereal box just like Mrs. Benfanti taught me in third grade before a previous Moon-based incident.  Interstellar experts recommend eating the Cheerios first.

A fun throwback of seeking entertainment by looking outside reminded us what it was like not to be glued to glowing pocket screens.  The heavens should always be this entertaining.  Keep staring outside for as long as it’s compelling.  Your DVR retained its content unless lunar rays disrupted recording that episode of The Office.  Creed doesn’t get fired on Halloween, so don’t worry.  Television is probably crisper than the sky appeared but not as magical.

I spent most of Monday afternoon seeing the eclipse, sort of.  The worst possible hours for overcast conditions seemed to embody the way things go on this rather uncooperative planet.  I coped by planning to check out the spectacle next century presuming the weather obeys.

An eclipse where you can’t see the Sun for different reasons than advertised seemed like a lesson.  The worst part of cloudy weather during the eclipse was my lack of surprise.  The hometown of Rick James, Vincent Gallo, and me often seems like the place where fate disappoints.

Not being allowed to look presented little problem.  A cruelly overcast day meant seeing some sort of blur through the real-life 3D glasses.  Everyone was failing the eye test.  Light at the end of the tunnel doesn’t provide much hope when it’s so splotchy.

But a transformation as amazing as queuing celestial objects redeemed what felt like a pending letdown.  My journalism degree didn’t allow me to determine whether the totality overwhelmed puny clouds in its path or if they parted out of karmic mercy.  Either way, the darkness led to lucidity.

The cosmic ballet compensated for tardiness.  Blazing plasma surrounded the perfect black circle.  For four glorious minutes or so, the fiery halo was the only clue that the Sun was still around.  The only way the sudden penumbra coda could have been more satisfying was if it seemed like the advertised event wouldn’t be visible, so thank existence’s scriptwriters.  You worried it was going to be cloudy for the whole eclipse, but the skies cleared at just the right time.  Buffalo teaches about the universe.

Monday featured quite a night in the afternoon.  We shared an incredible moment of all looking at the same alignment alongside.  The eclipse offered a chance for people of all kinds to get together for gazing and realize we hate each other.  Now, we share both animosity and liking that disappearing sunlight trick that one satellite pulled.

[nitewrighter]

Been re-reading some of your Cassidy/Echo stuff, as well as your Ramattra/Echo stuff. Would you be willing to write some interactions between Cassidy and Ramattra, set in the same universe, where perhaps the two are both into her at the same time?

I'll admit, this is mostly me wanting to see Ramattra get all catty.

ohohoh Catty Rams is fun.

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Cassidy: Y'know, I don't think Echo is really gonna go for all the... 'kill all humans' stuff.

Ramattra: If you bothered to read my manifesto, you would know that my goals are not to 'kill all humans.'

Cassidy: Did Echo read your manifesto?

Ramattra: *tensely* She said she would get to it when she had the time.

Cassidy: *sucks breath through teeth* Oh buddy...

Ramattra: *spluttering* She's being considerate! It's dense, I don't want her to just skim it!

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Ramattra: ...why would Liao trust you around a fledgling AI?

Cassidy: 'Cuz I'm a people person.

Ramattra: It's a wonder you didn't smear barbecue sauce on her motherboard.

Cassidy: Hey, Echo loves barbecue sauce! *pause* At least as a concept.

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Ramattra: I'm sure you'd have no shortage of... human partners. Why pursue Echo?

Cassidy: Damn, we're really getting into the 'stay away from our women' spiel. There's a throwback.

Ramattra: We do not ascribe to your human standards of gender!

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Cassidy: What say I buy you a glass of Glenwales and we discuss this issue like gentleman?

Ramattra: Somehow I doubt you actually want to do that.

Cassidy: Well I ain't excited about the prospect but it's the polite thing to do. Better 'n endin' up in a fistfight in an alley.

Ramattra: ...A fistfight you have no way of winning.

Cassidy: Hey, you don't know that! I'm scrappy. I'm just tryin' to take the high road here.