#sassy daisy is everything

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I can’t fucking stand Daisy Jones

[damagecompilation-a]

as someone 87 episodes into tma, i think melanie and daisy are both the funniest characters in extremely different ways

[twst-the-night-away]

🗣 I also offer you Carol and Fennec out of curiousity. ^^

Violetta: "What do you mean, she's mean? Carol Ann is a rather nice person, from what I can gather ... Oh. I see. Well, it's only natural she'd be strict, if you're not paying attention ... Really, Ace, would you rather be left to figure it all out on your own? You ought to be grateful for the help ... No, I'm afraid I'm not available for tutoring. I don't think my methods would be much kinder. I'm half tempted to send her a batch of shortbread as an apology for having to handle you ... Yes, I said you, not you and Deuce. At least Deuce tries."

Juniper: "Huh? What kind of question is that? ... W-well, what about you? Do you have someone you like? ... No, I'm not dodging the question. Shut up! ... Oh. You saw. Well ... yeah, okay, that's Fennec, we've gone out a few times. He goes to Hourglass Station Academy. He likes exploring different places, so I showed him the dwarf's cave ... No, we didn't get in any trouble. He's shown me some other places, too. It's kinda neat ... Yeah, so I'm wagging my tail. I'm happy when I think about him, okay?"

[jobean12-blog]

Had to be You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (enemies to lovers ish)

Word Count: 2,270

Summary: You and Bucky have been going at each other for months. He's grumpy and defensive. You're sassy and frustrated. Steve's had enough. So when Steve steps in to do something will it work? Or will it makes things worse?

Author's Note: At this point all I want is for Bucky to kiss me senseless for the rest of my life (and do everything else) but really. Kisses. Yes please. Anyway. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: some light mead comsumption, angsty ex talk, tension but softness, happy ending

“STEVEN GRANT ROGERS! You get back here right now and open this door before I kick your ass!”

Steve’s chuckle only makes you angrier. “I’ll open it when you two make nice.”

“STEVE!” you screech.

His retreating footsteps have you banging your forehead into the thick metal of the door, muttering curses under your breath.

“Please tell me Stark has some hidden exit in here somewhere?” you sigh.

“I’m going to kill Steve.”

When Bucky’s speaks his first words since you got locked in the gym together you spin to face him, eyes hard.

“Get in line Barnes!”

“Hey, look at that kids, you’re agreeing already!” Steve’s voice rings out from down the hall.

With that last remark everything goes silent other than your frustrated huffs.

“Is this actually happening?” you whine. “Can’t you just break the door down?”

Bucky’s blue eyes stare blankly and you grow more agitated.

“Why the hell did he do this?”

You glare back in his direction, hands on your hips. “Because of your sunshine and rainbows attitude toward me!”

You spit out the words, letting them drip with sarcasm.

“MY attitude?” Bucky grits out as he sticks a finger in his chest. “Doll face. I’ve been nothing but a perfect gentleman to you.” That same finger spins to point at you now.

You face him fully and take a step closer.

“Grunts do not equal a greeting and barely answering questions and barely making conversation definitely does not show your gentlemanly side!”

Bucky opens his mouth to retort but you continue on. “And what about avoiding me all together!? What the fuck is that about?”

He runs his large hand through his hair and squeezes the back of his neck, setting his lips in a hard line.

“Fuck. Please tell me there’s still some of Thor’s mead in here,” he mutters.

“Why the hell would he leave alcohol in the gym?” you ask, your brows nearly hitting your hairline.

With a shrug Bucky starts moving about and searching under things. “He likes to ‘get drunk’” and he makes air quotes as he says it, “and then show us how he can still lift heavier weights.”

You can’t help the laughter that boils up and over but you quickly cover your mouth when Bucky gives you an unamused look.

“Here it is!” he chimes, seeming far too relieved.

You move toward him as you watch him take a swig from the bottle, the muscles in his neck shifting with every swallow.

“Save some for me,” you say quietly and hold out your hand.

He smirks.

“Careful doll. Too much of this and I’ll have to carry you out of here.”

As more of the mead circulates through your body you start to relax marginally, thoughts of killing Steve slowly fading.

Bucky has been sure to keep your consumption under control and other than feeling less murderous and calmer you’re lucid.

“So,” you muse. “It doesn’t look like Steve is coming back any time soon. And we’ve been quiet. No yelling or fighting.”

Bucky simply grunts in agreement.

“SEE!” you nearly shout. “That’s exactly what I mean. I say something and your answer is a grunt…WHAT. THE. FUCK!”

While waiting for his explanation you notice a slight pink flush to his cheeks and you find it hard not to throw him a triumphant smile.

Deciding to let him off the hook for now, you ask, “how long have you known your best friend is insane?”

To your surprise, Bucky laughs. A real laugh that has his eyes crinkling and his nose scrunching up.

You try not to stare too long but you find it difficult to look away.

“Are you drunk Barnes?”

His eyes meet yours and the corner of his mouth twitches with a boyish smile.

“You’re full of questions tonight doll. And for the record it takes a lot more than this to get me drunk,” he admits as his smile widens.

He shifts in his spot on the floor, his long legs now stretched out in front of him and you can’t help but focus on his thighs and the way his jeans pull tightly over the thick muscle.

“Who knew all we needed was a little alcohol to not fight.”

You chuckle and hold your hand out for the more.

He shakes his head no and places the bottle down on the floor before leaning forward.

“I don’t want to fight with you. Ever.”

At his admission, your expression hardens.

“Then why are you so….so… unfriendly?” you ask.

“Why are you always so sassy?” he shoots back. “Seems to me like you’re the one always looking for a fight.”

His answer makes you sigh.

“I don’t see you doing that to Barton or Steve…hell anyone else!” he adds.

He waits patiently, his eyes trained on you and his body straining forward.

With more nonchalance than you feel, you confess, “you’re kind of my type. And my dating track record sucks. So…you know…”

You motion to him. All of him. His long legs, broad shoulders, hard chest, sculpted arms and his perfectly handsome face.

Stunned, Bucky stares for a second too long and too fiercely.

Heat starts to tickle your skin as you feel your body react to his focused attention.

“Are you…” he starts, before clearing his throat. “Are you telling me that you’re attracted to me and that’s why you hate me?”

The tension is thick, stretching between you for many long seconds before you wrench your eyes away and look down at your hands.

“I don’t hate you.”

Your words are quiet and the next sentence that passes your lips is even softer. “I just have a hard time trusting men.”

When he doesn’t say anything you look up at him and see the hurt etched across his features.

“Are you sure it’s not just me you don’t trust?”

At his question, the realization of what he’s implying hits you and you immediately slide closer to him and reach your hands toward him.

“No Bucky. That’s not it at all. In fact I trust you with my life…just not necessarily my heart.”

When he continues to study you, his features softening, but doesn’t speak, you add. “It’s not your fault. Really.”

“I want to know why.”

“Why what?” you ask.

“Why you don’t trust men.”

His jaw is tight and his fists are clenched in his lap.

He’s clearly distraught over the fact that you’ve been hurt and you’re sure he’s thinking the worst. It melts you more and you want to reach out and trace the hard line of his jaw to reassure him.

“It’s not anything that bad. I’ve just been hurt. A lot. And not just in romantic relationships. Friendships too.”

He scowls. “In what ways?”

You shrug like it’s nothing.

“What is there to say? The first real relationship I was in ended when he found something better. He told me when we broke up, ‘why would I say with you when I can do better’.”

“That motherfucker,” Bucky fumes as he opens and closes his metal fist, the whirring metal sounds momentarily distracting you.

“Yeah. But that wasn’t the last. My boyfriend after that I found out was sleeping with my friend. Or I thought she was my friend.”

“Fucking hell. Please tell me you’re kidding.”

He stands slowly, visibly agitated.

“And we haven’t even gotten to my last boyfriend yet. Better sit back down.”

“I’m too fucking pissed off to sit,” he growls.

“Honestly, it’s more my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have dated him. He was just like the rest and when my friend sent me a video of the two of them fucking I was hardly surprised.”

You couldn’t look at Bucky anymore and you dropped your eyes.

“Guess I’m just not good enough to stick around for.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “Doll.”

He sat down in front of you, forcing your attention back to him.

“Please don’t tell me you really believe that.”

You give him an exasperated look. “After being dumped three times you kind of start to believe it.”

Suddenly, he kicks at one of the weight machines, making the metal creak and bend then he falls to his knees in front of you and takes your hands in his.

The smell of him surrounds you and you have no where to look but into his eyes.

“These men,” and he spits out the last word. “Fuck that, they aren’t men. These pieces of shit have no idea what a gift you are and they don’t deserve you. They deserve a fucking beating.”

“Bucky.”

You squeeze his hands. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he counters. “Tell you the truth? Tell you that you’re gorgeous, sexy, smart, and kind.”

His eyes drop to your mouth and he licks his lips.

“Hardly kind,” you scoff. “Look how poorly I treated you.”

He reluctantly drags his eyes from your mouth and determination hardens his gaze.

“Nah doll face. I get it now. And honestly, a lot of that is on me. I couldn’t understand why someone as perfect as you wanted anything to do with me. I put up my defensives the only way I know how.”

You whisper his name hoarsely and run your thumb along his jawline.

His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and he exhales.

Even if you wanted to you couldn’t stop the way your body moved closer to his and when he slides his hand up your arm and around the back of your neck your lips part in a gasp.

Just as you feel his warm breath tickle your skin the lock on the door turns and Steve calls your names.

You quickly pull away with wide eyes, shooting one last look at Bucky before you lift your eyes to Steve.

He stares between the two of you and then at the half empty bottle of mead.

“What…?”

“Nothing,” you and Bucky say at the same time.

Bucky jumps to his feet and holds his hand out for you.

You take it and let him pull you up and into his body. Your chest brushes his with your every breath and you’re right back where you were just seconds ago…under his spell.

It only takes a moment for your past hurt to flood back and wash away the desire you’re feeling and in the next breath you’re mumbling goodbyes and rushing off.

When Bucky finally finds you the next day the apology you’ve been wanting to give him spills out.

“I just want to say that I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting.”

He takes a step closer to you, crowding you against the door of your room.

“I really appreciate that doll, but I should be the one apologizing to you. I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Thank you.”

It’s all you can manage to say with him so close to you.

You can feel your pulse jump and when you hear the moving metal plates in his arm you look down at his hands to see them clenched into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” you ask.

“I’m having a really hard time not touching you,” he explains in a pained whisper.

“Oh,” you breathe out.

He closes the space between you and your back hits the door. He slowly lifts his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb and then slowly sliding his fingers down to stroke your neck.

The gentle dominance in his touch sets you on fire and you lean into him.

“I’m scared of getting hurt Bucky.”

The words tumble out and you start to drop your gaze but he stops you with the press of his fingers under your chin.

His eyes harden and he doesn’t speak.

You whisper his name, your voice shaky.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m just talking myself out of hunting every one of your exes down and skinning them alive.”

His voice grows with anger and you press a soft hand to his hard chest.

“They aren’t worth it.”

“You’re worth it.”

Taken aback by the intensity of his words you stare into his eyes, their blue color filled with longing and fierceness.

“Fuck doll. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are, do you? I can hardly catch my breath.”

Your hand shoots to your mouth and you quietly inhale, nibbling your bottom lip to stop the smile that wants to break out across your face.

“Do you want me to go?” he asks.

You drop your hand from your lips and reach for him. “No.”

He tilts his head and inches closer, his mouth lightly brushing yours.

Your fists clench the front of his Henley and your eyes close at the light press of his lips. You stay like that, trying to remember to breathe.

He pulls away only enough to stare at your mouth and then traces his thumb across your upper lip.

“What is it?” you ask with a worried tone.

His thumb falls to your lower lip and he gives it the same attention, savoring the softness.

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

He drops his hand from your lips and as his fingers fall they trace the outline of your neck before his hand wraps around the back of it and he brings you impossibly closer.

“I’m worried that once I start…” he breathes against your lips. “I won’t be able to stop.”

When he presses his lips to yours he groans low in the back of his throat, his hands desperate to get you closer.

The way you taste, the feel of your lips, your gasps and moans…he can’t stop.

He can’t stop.

@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @kmc1989 @goldylions @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @littleseasiren @lizette50

[empyreva]

Daisies

Summary: All you want is to have ONE nice date with Luke without him sabotaging it in some way--surely a flower meadow is safe

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Word count: 1k

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, fem!reader, Luke and reader are sassy and silly with each other, flirting, teasing, Luke loves getting under your skin, implied sex, vague nudity, 17+

A/N: My thoughts got ahead of me....I liked the idea of reader being like the A type partner and Luke loves messing with her--but you braid flowers in his hair anyway!!

The air is thick with the scents of lavender and honeysuckle--wildflowers dancing with the wind, bending gently but never breaking under the force. Here and there, butterflies and bees dart from flower to flower, sipping nectar lazily.

As you step onto the sprawling expanse of green grass, you can't help but gasp at the scene in front of you. It was like Gaia herself handpicked this location--a sprawling meadow between junctions of neighboring forests, brimming with life. "Wow..." You breathed out, eyes wide with excitement for your perfect picnic date. 

From behind you, the tall grass rustled--a strong arm snaking its way around your waist. Your boyfriend's eyes were pointed ahead, silently contemplating the sanctuary the two of you had found while attempting to get some private time away from the camp. Tugging on Luke's shirt, you enticed him to lean over for a quick kiss before you beckoned him to follow you as you searched for the perfect place to settle down--taking his hand in yours as you ventured further.

"Here's good?" You stopped in front of a small clearing in the field, a patch of dirt stripped bare and empty. Despite being objectively dead, it seemed well-loved, a little TLC would be needed to brush away dust and stray weeds--How many demigods before you had snuck away to this place? The romantic notion alone made your heart flutter.

"Perfect," Luke drawled, giving you a cheeky smile. Enthusiastically, you billowed out the large sheet you had tucked in the small picnic basket--fussing over making sure there were no crinkles in the fabric or sharp rocks underneath it. Watching you bend over and curse as dirt scuffed your pretty white dress had his own thoughts wandering--He honestly couldn't care less about where the two of you ended up.

After deeming everything to be perfectly in place, you dragged Luke down next to you, giggling as he stumbled into a comfortable sitting position. You began to ramble on about something--Luke honestly didn't care much for conversation. He offered you a couple "Mhm"s and "Oh yeah?"s, feigning interest in what you and Annabeth discovered while cleaning out the shed behind Athena's cabin. His eyes flickered down.

Gods, you weren't even wearing a bra.

"Luke--Luke!!" Suddenly you were right in front of him, nose to nose as your eyebrows furrowed. "Are you even listening?"

"Uh-uhm yeah--So uhhhhhh....So what happened after Percy killed that...Lizard?" 

"Tarantula, Luke. And he didn't kill it, he just flung it somewhere and told Annabeth that he killed it," you sighed, pushing your hair back with one hand. Luke felt like he had been pierced through the heart, gazing intently at you as you preened yourself for a moment. "But, anyway, Annabeth was so cute because she..."

"It's a bit hot, don't you think?" He interjected, fingers skirting along the exposed flesh of your thigh--peeking out from beneath your white dress. "Like, I'm actually sooo hot--Aren't you feeling it?" You gasped and pouted, gently pushing his wandering hand back to his side of the blanket. No no, you weren't going to let him win, again. The last time the two of you even tried to leave for a date, he 'accidentally' spilled something all over your shirt so you had to change. In front of him.

"C'mon, Luke, the food's gonna go bad if we start now!" You whined, pointing at the two perfectly crafted sandwiches you made, not to mention the various fresh fruits you packed up for dessert!! Completely ignoring you, Luke shrugged his shirt off from over his head, letting it fall somewhere in the nearby daisies. A smirk danced across his face, noticing the way your gaze immediately diverted the second he was facing you again. His abs had a slight shine to them, his biceps flexing as he pushed himself onto his haunches. "A-Aren't you hungry? We've been walking for like--like an hour!"

"Oh, I'm hungry--starved, even..." Luke pushed the basket out of the way, a slow crawl landing his lips just a breath away from yours. Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes locking with Luke's--Gods he just had this way of getting you right under his thumb. A large hand slipped all the way up your dress, gently massaging the burning-hot flesh of your chest.

"I just have this...craving for something else."

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"This is fucking amazing, baby," Luke moaned, his fingers dwarfing what remained of his sandwich. His head lay on your bare lap, cradled between your knees as he lounged, free as a bird, basking in the warmth of the sun and summer air. "Best. Sandwich. Ever."

"Thank you," you huffed, one hand massaging his scalp as the other supported your dinner. "You spoilt brat..." Luke frowned at the words that you muttered under your breath, reaching a hand up to flick at your nose.

"Hey!"

"I'm not a brat," he whined, poking at your jaw like a child. "Don't say that."

"Don't say that," you mocked. "Gods, can you ever NOT act like a big baby."

"Just for you, my girl."

You looked down at your boyfriend's handsome face--His mischievous brown eyes sparkled under the soft rays of the setting sun, while his dark curls fell around his forehead in gentle waves. Laughter escaped him as you gave his ribs a soft tickle, and he tried to evade you for a second before you decided that you wanted to try and actually be romantic. Something about these teenage boys...

You turned to your side and reached over, plucking a few daisy blossoms from the ground—a bouquet of white. With a smile, you began delicately threading them through his locks. Some clung tight to his scalp, others drifted lightly to the tips of his curls. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, relishing the sensation of your fingers against his skin--the soft tugging and gentle petting as you crafted a sort of halo.

"My handsome boy," you murmured, hoping to commit this moment to memory. Luke was growing sleepy, you could tell by how his eyes fought to stay open long enough to gaze into yours--the rise and fall of his chest in the rhythm of a euphony of crickets in the distance. He looked so pretty like this, so vulnerable, so trusting. You wished that this day would never end.

[hoodharlow]

The 3rd Act

AN: everyone thank that anon 🤪

Requested? By anon

Warnings: breakup news, messy comments, and shady posts 👀

Word Count: n/a

@'pagesix: Kentucky native, Jack Harlow and the daughter of Mateo Dominguez and Isabela Miller, Miriam Dominguez-Miller, split after two years from a source close to the Grammy nominated rapper. Details on why the couple split aren't known, but both remaim friends and still support each other's projects. Click on our bio for more

@'mackstan: I just fell to my knees 😭

@'miriamfan: they were just promoting Jack's cameo in SZA's music video 💔

@'mackshipper: April fools is in April, not rn

@'jackstan: as much as I joke about wishing Jack was single, this is lowkey sad

@'miriamhater: kinda pathetic that her name is always attached to her parents

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@'mdm: just entered my Broadway era 🥺😭 In all seriousness, I feel super honored to be part of the cast for the 30th anniversary of The Nightstmare Before Christmas. Being on Broadway is a dream come true and I want to thank everyone who's been so supportive of this. Can't wait for y'all to see what the cast and I have in store. Opening night on October 6th <3

@'katdominguez: since when did you stop being scared of this movie

-> @'mdm: I'm faking it till I make it 😭

@'saintclauds: proud of you bestirini 🥺

@'zendaya: already booking my ticket. I'll be in the front row

-> @'theestallion: get me a ticket too, I'll venmo you

-> @'Kehlani: me three

@'haileybieber: excited for this!

@'miriamstan: and when she wins a Tony then she'll be the youngest EGOT winner 🤭

-> @'miriamhater: yeah thanks to nepotism

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@'jackharlow: Denver out now

@'nuggets: 🔥

@'urbanwyatt: this was everything

@'shloob: ain't missed on a vid ever

@'nicolescherzinger: everything about this was breathtaking

@'twittergirlie: what if they posted the breakup news to get people talking about them so they could release their projects and get hype

-> @'mdmxjh: they don't need to provide fake news to get people to talk about them. They just have the misfortune of having people not root for their relationship like Justin and his wife

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Jack Harlow via Instagram Stories

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@'justjared: more than co-stars? Euphoria star, Jacob Elordi, and the daughter of Mateo Dominguez and Isabela Miller, Miriam Dominguez, were spotted out in New York. The Australian also shared a picture of himself with 24 year old actress backstage during rehearsals for their Broadway production of The Night Before Christmas. 🔗 in bio for more

@'internetstan: this mf collects nepo babies like infinity stones

@'jackfan: the New Balances, she knows where her loyalties are lol

@'miriamfan: the matching outfits down to brown shoulder bag 😭 Jack could never

@'zendayastan: isn't Miriam friends with Z? The number one rule of girl code is to no go after your friend's ex

-> @'miriamfan: first of all, Miriam and Jacob have explicitly said they are friends and co-stars. This is some bs click bait. Also Z and Miriam were spotted getting lunch a few days ago. I don't think Z cares her friend is working with Jacob. Do you think Z came for Laura Harrier when they did some perfume ad together or at Hunter who had several scenes with Jacob in Euphoria. This is work. People are bound to work with their friend's exes.

@'mackshipper: why only post this angle. There's a video on tiktok where a bee kept following Miriam and Jacob was using a paper to remove it off her

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@'mdm: I adopted Daisy Flor Dominguez-Miller three years ago. Miss when she was a puppy and not the sassy it girl that she has become

@'JosephDominguez: your ass still owes me for helping your sneak her in the house

@'medegutierrez: Panchito's bestie 🦦

-> @'calumhood: Actually Duke is Panchito's bestie, he told me himself

@'40yearoldweirdo: bring back natural makeup like this. None of that caked up shit

-> @'mdm: literally wearing full glam with lashes and a brown smokey eye be so fucking fr you weirdo

@'mackstan: they really broke up huh 😪😔 no more Jack being unserious in her comments 💔

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Jack Harlow via Instagram Stories

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@'jacobelordi via Instagram Stories

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@'jackharlowsource: some behind the scenes of 3D

@'jackxmiriam: he's in his outfit flop era. Miriam would style him DOWN

@'jackfan: he's on to better things like working with literal idols

-> @'miriamfan: Miriam introduced them when she and JK filmed their Calvin Klein ad. She's the reason why he has these connections

@'jackstan: can Miriam stans leave y'all are being annoying 🙄

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@'chismepage: awkward moments at Jay Z and Michael Rubin's Reform Alliance charity casino night when recent exes Jack Harlow and Miriam Dominguez-Miller, walk past each other with out another word. Sources at the party mentioned that Harlow greeted Mateo Dominguez and Isabela Miller, but curved their youngest daughter whom he had been in a two year relationship. It's still unknown why the couple split up. 🔗 for more

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@'zendayac.96: Z at the opening night of The Nightmare Before Christmas supporting long time friend Miriam Dominguez-Miller

@'zstan: two Emmy award winning besties

@'mackshipper: did anyone happen to see Jack 😭 I'm holding out for hope

-> @'tomsdaya: hold out for delusion bestie

@'twitterstan: need them to play lovers in a movie like yesterday

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Clay Harlow via Instagram Stories

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@'jackharlowsource: Jack at the Lousiville and Notre Dame game today on Oct. 6th

@'jackstan: since when does he have a dump truck back there lol

@'mackshipper: 😔 I was hoping he'd go to opening night 🥺 his parents, Clay and Clay's girlfriend went

@'miriamhater: he's living his best life now that the annoying nepo baby is done riding his coattails

@'twittergirlie: the mullet is mulleting

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@'jacobelordi: conquering opening night jitters the Evans siblings way

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@'mdm: no big deal just me at mother Kelly Clarkson's show talking about my directorial debut and Broadway then I closed the show with a teaser for Last Dance. Before y'all do your conspiracy theories, Tenemos Que Hablar was about my character and her first love interest. It has nothing to do with my personal life. Anyways watch me embarrass myself talking about the Justin and Kelly movie

@'mdmxjh: she left THEE Kelly Clarkson GAGGED with how effortlessly she did that note

@'twitterstan: nepotism aside Miriam is so fucking talented. The pop girlies are lucky she's mainly an actress.

@'mackshipper: was she shading Jack in her new song?

-> @'miriamfan: re-reading her fucking caption. It was made for the movie WAY before they broke up 🙄🙄🙄

@'saintclauds: you're a staurrr

@'andreiiosivas: Spotify when

@'Alinahunter: literally obsessed qith you 🥰 can't wait to see you on stage 1937383 more times

@'zendaya: YES!

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@'saintclauds: my bestirini joined me on today's episode of Girl Chat. We talked about ice makers, Libra men with pretty hair and going back to school in the middle of performing a Broadway play

@'mdmfan: I love me some Miriam and Claudia 🤞🏻 they're so funny together

@'miriamstan: as an immigrant kid can she not set a new standard for us academically 😭 my mom is gonna be on my ass bc Miriam is doing her masters and Broadway at the same time

@'saintclaudsxmdm: when they would go 👀 at each other and change the subject 🤭 they have so much chisme lol

@'miriamhater: she couldn't even mention Jack's name when she talked about the movie 🙄 she's so annoying

-> @'mackshipper: can you leave her alone? If she doesn't want to mention Jack she shouldn't. She's not obligated to just because they were in a movie

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@'andreiiosivas: 🎁😎🥰

@'mdm: *Schmidt from New Girl* A libra man?! No!

-> @'andreiiosivas: why your surprised? The second thing you asked me what my Big 3 were 💀 I'm taking the icemaker back

-> @'mdm: no <3

-> @'miriamfan: Ariana what are you doing here

@'NFL: Joe Burrow gave him the best birthday present

@'saintclauds: no I get it

-> @'medegutierrez: 🦦

-> @'Alinahunter: okay I see it 👀

-> @'giahunter: y'all are so inconspicuous 😭 but 👀👀👀

@'twittergirlie: why are Miriam and her friends here 👀

@'twitterstan: he's a Libra man with pretty hair 👁👄👁

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@'jackharlow: Here I come

@Druski: miss you gang

@'claybornharlow: let's fucking GOOOO

@'laufey: hyped

@generationnow: 🔥up

@'miriamhater: a diss album 🤭 drag that bitch

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@'miriam_spottings: Miriam out with Princeton Alum/ Cincinnati Bengals wide receiver, Andrei Iosivas, after her sold out show at Minskoff Theater

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@'miriamfan: when you're at football games but her new man is IN them 😭

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@'jhxmdm: I didn't want it to end like this 😔

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[mickedy]

do you have strong feelings about minnie? the way disney writes her bothers me severely, i'm trying to find out how to write her better and i'd like help!

she's always written as nothing more than a mickey genderswap, they have the exact same character strengths and flaws, i want to write her like how ortensia is written to oswald or daisy is written to donald (in. ducktales 2017 at least when they dont feel like being . so toxic.), theyre character foils and they work better together

for example daisy is more practical and sassy and headstrong?? while donald isn't very practical he is very emotional and in the moment and isnt as ambitious as her he's just a guy

but minnie doesnt compliment mickey in any way their relationship is just Same Braincell Teehee

and its like every time disney TRIES to have friction between the two its usually making minnie less interesting than mickey in the sense he's going off the walls insane and she has to fold her arms and make him stop, w donald and daisy donald has to ground daisy sometimes but minnie can usually do no wrong ever??

i want to write minnie as mickey's foil in a similar way because she's always a copy and paste mickey and she deserves so so so much more, but im also worried that making a foil for mickey would stray too far from minnie's personality range?? which is why i keep referencing donald and daisy specifically because they have similar personalities but still manage to be foils, and i ALSO dont want to make her copy and paste ortensia, WHILE ALSO NOT MAKING HER JUST LESS INTERESTING MICKEY AS THEY DO SOMETIMES by just writing her as feminine mickey without the character flaws he has, so its a really weird balancing act here

You hit the nail on the head with a lot of points here. I've always found Minnie to be the MOST sidelined out of the 5 in terms of characterization. She's almost always written as "girl mickey", very interchangeable with him, not really developed with her own personality in mind independent of her relationship with Mickey.

I guess on a lot of levels I consider Minnie and Mickey to be like... really sturdy nuts. They have these extremely tough shells surrounding them, they are two of the most private people you will ever meet. Outwardly friendly, outwardly pretty boring and unemotional, a pretty vanilla flavored couple at any way you look at them.

But, we don't really get to see what goes on under that shell. What they're like in private. My favorite stories with Mickey are the ones where they crack open the shell, even just a smidge-- and we get to look on the inside. What we see is almost always the same. Above all else, Mickey cares about his friends. Mickey cares about his friends so much that he would take a bullet for each of them. He would give up everything. Friendship means more than anything else to Mickey Mouse.

On the flipside, we don't really get that same introspection with Minnie. I can't think of a time where they let her be emotional, like that. She's sweet and patient and polite and filled to the brim with goodness and kindness, but that's just what her shell looks like. She's very, very reserved. Like Mickey, maybe even moreso.

A lot of this is definitely because the writers don't really care about Minnie on that level, because she's Woman and she's Girlboss and whatnot. When they show her being emotional, it's pretty much always played up for laughs because Women Are Emotional amiright wink wink nudge nudge 😁🔫 <- (he does not know he is playing into misogynistic tropes)

But I like to think she just has these incredibly sturdy walls around her character. You will most likely never get to see what her private self is like in the entire time that you know her. I seriously doubt Minnie's actual friends know that much about her.

Mickey cares about his friends, but what does Minnie care about...? Where Mickey is an optimist, I consider Minnie to be a pessimist. That is a very strange claim to make, I know. But I think the reason we never see her walls break down is because... there'd just be more walls. She's such an incredibly reserved individual, she'd rather stick her hand in a paper shredder than admit that she's got feelings.

She's pretty no-nonsense in that regard, too. Mickey is a compassionate guy, but Minnie is more quick to lash out and start kicking and yelling when someone pisses her off. Tying back to the whole "friendship is Mickey's emotional core" thing... friendship is definitely not Minnie's.

I'm not saying she's not friendly. She's incredibly friendly! She's such a sweet and affectionate individual. But it's all very much an outward thing. I think, if you're looking for a "foil", that's definitely where they clash in that regard. Mickey is a plain, unassuming guy who-- at his core-- is sweet and silly and compassionate, and motivated by his love for his friends. Minnie is outwardly sweet and silly and compassionate, but doesn't have that same motivating factor, the deeper you look.

In the end, this is all really my interpretation of Minnie's character. Because she is definitely a victim of misogynistic writing, which sucks 🤷‍♀️ But I do think there is a lot of potential to make her and Mickey clash a lot more often than they're shown to... because, they don't really show themselves to anybody! That sort of intimate exploration of their character is something that really only comes out with each other. Which leaves a lot of room to mold their inner personalities into something much more interesting...

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  since the aftermath between you and miguel, you went your separate ways. occupied with work and other shenanigans but the heartbreak still lingers.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  angst, post-heartbreak, hurt/no comfort, swearing, mentions of past character death, a filler tbh

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it’s been three days since you last saw miguel. three days since he basically told you to fuck off, get the hell out of his life. three nights of endless teary nights he caused. those salty tears were all because of that fucking asshole who broke your heart.

“i should never have met you.”

that phrase plagued your mind; an endless nightmare. you can’t believe he said that. it was a stab to the heart. a heart that would always beat fast for him. you truly believed he cared about you, liked you at the very least. but now he admits he regrets meeting you? that broke your heart because you actually liked for him. cared too much for him. shit you were developing feelings for that bastard but now that was thrown out the window.

a man who you weren’t even in a relationship with broke your heart. when you broke up with your ex, you didn’t cry as much over him like miguel.

that proves how much you care for miguel.

well, cared for because now you’re not friends anymore. nah that’s a fucking lie. deep down, you still care for him no matter what. that’s what hurts the most, you still care for that asshole.

those daily visits to your apartment, finding him on your balcony and inviting him in, stopped. and goddamnit you miss it so much. how brightly you would smile when he’d land on your balcony. watching daisy get excited with her cute poofy tail wagging when she sees him. those little chitchats you two would engage in while sipping on coffee or munching on whatever pastry you recently bought. god just thinking about those memories makes want to you bawl your eyes out (you already have been).

why does it hurt so bad when it shouldn’t have?

why are you still moping about some guy who pushed you away?

except… he wasn’t just any guy.

he was someone you deeply cared about. someone you trusted wholeheartedly. someone who visited you and hung out with you over some coffee or snack. someone who gifted you your favorite flower. someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer and practically begged you to let him repay you. someone who opened up his past to you because he trusted you. someone who pulled an all-nighter just to make sure you slept okay after experiencing a near death experience. someone who cared about you.

fuck — it hurts so much.

honestly, you want to go find miguel and tell him ‘to go fuck himself’ for making you feel like this. but, that would only make things worse. only add more salt to the already fucked up wound.

other than moping around and crying, you drowned yourself into work. can you even say drowned since you actually drowned, at least almost? hell yeah because dark humor is the best humor. you went back to work like nothing happened. luckily everything happened over the weekend so you didn’t miss days. although, your coworkers and even your boss noticed a change in your demeanor. quiet, pessimistic, gloomy. no iconic sassy or sarcastic remarks. you’re one of the funniest people in the company, everyone would always laugh at your jokes or remarks. laughter would fill the room. but now it was just silence. people were concerned, including your boss. one day he called you in and asked what’s going on. you simply said it was a family issue. he sensed it was something more but he didn’t push the subject further. he suggested giving you some time off but you kindly declined and insisted on working like usual. not only is your boss a smart man but he cares for his employees, especially you since you’re one of his best. but he also knows you’re stubborn so he accepted but encouraged you to not overwork yourself and take breaks.

and you did followed his advice. when you returned home, you indulged in your hobbies. you got back on track with your bullet journal, writing down events and filling in trackers for certain topics. you did some coloring in your big coloring book of mandalas while listening to music. played video games with your online friends. go on walks with daisy at the local park. doing things you enjoy as an attempt to forget how shitty the past week has been. while having fun and enjoying your time, miguel still lingers in mind.

not only him but your other spider friends. you miss them terribly, especially hobie. you can’t visit them since you destroyed your watch and you don’t wanna drive there. one thing you regret is not having a method to contact any of them. maybe you shouldn’t have thrown your watch but you didn’t want anything that had connections to miguel.

except for that white tulip.

it’s slowly deteriorating but remains in the vase on your nightstand. every time you wake up, you stare at it as the memory of him giving it to you replays in your mind. you smile each time at the cute memory.

the heartbreak still lingers. no matter what you do, miguel is always on your mind. sometimes you wonder how he’s doing, probably yelling a lot and is a total mess like you. the thought makes your heart ache but what could you do? the bastard wanted this to happen. it’s his fault; his cause.

but like mentioned before, you still care for him.

and it fucking hurts.

     ━━━━━━━━ ִ  ۫   ꒰ ♡ ꒱  ۫   ݂ ━━━━━━━━

three days of fucking hell.

three days of torment and regret.

he fucked up for a second time and it hurts way more this time. he hurt you again and miguel hates himself for it, causing you pain. guilt and regret consumed his entire being like a poison fruit, consuming up his already broken heart. he lost you for a second time and possibly he lost you forever.

he had let you go to protect you.

protect you from himself.

protect you from the dangers of his life.

miguel couldn’t bare losing another person he cared about. he couldn’t lose someone again. he couldn’t lose you. but he did, just not in that way. pushing you away was the only way you’d be safe, away from him and the dangers that surrounds his life. superheroes and civilians aren’t meant to be together. to be a hero, there has to be villains which equals to danger and endless violence. when you get close with a hero, whether you’re their friend, relative or lover, you’ll always have a target on your back. villains will strike the hero’s heart, their weakness: loved ones. miguel lost one, his beautiful daughter. whether she was from a different universe, she was his daughter no matter what. his whole world suddenly taken from him due to his actions. his poor gabriella vanished from his hands, crying out to him before disappearing forever right in front of his eyes.

grief and pain consumed his heart, only black with no remaining love inside. just pure self loathing. every spider-person suffered great losses, it’s part of being a spider-person, the canon. miguel’s was a different level of loss; by his own hands. that’s why he shut himself out, closed off close connections with anyone, refused to allow himself to be vulnerable with anyone. concealed his heart, locking it with a chain from allowing others to open it.

but look what happened with you.

you unlocked his heart, making him feel vulnerable. making his heart flutter every time he saw you, that beautiful smile or laugh of yours. those sassy remarks that he always enjoyed, even if he rolls his eyes or grunts. being with you made him feel happy, safe and vulnerable. it’s like a warm feeling that he wants to stay in and never leave. miguel never believed he would experience those feelings again.

you made him feel those things. you made him feel love once again. you made him believe in love again.

and yes, miguel fell in love with you.

but the fear of losing you betrayed everything, consuming his already fragile mind. it was one of the most painful decisions he made, letting you go in order to protect you. letting go of his heart.

sometimes, heroes don’t get a happy ending.

miguel still watches over you through the same monitor of your apartment building and street. those scarlet eyes following your tiny figure through the screen, filled with hurt and guilt. even in separate paths, he still looks out for you and protects you from afar. the only way he can still see you, even if it’s through a screen. miguel will always look out for you.

your protecter from afar.

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[jayktoralldaylong]

There is surprisingly no ABO discourse in the TMA fandom. I don't know if it's an unspoken rule for there not to be, but I was thinking about it.

What would Jon be?

When you think of Jon suffering wet cat Sims the immediate assumption is that he'd be Omega or something, but thinking of his Season 5 persona I entertained the idea of him being an Alpha. Jon could be an Alpha right? He's not the most dominating person in the room but he can get very protective (and Jon with power is very sexy). Then I thought of the fundamental elements of an Alpha which are protectiveness and high level of possessiveness........which is when it hit me.

Martin Blackwood is totally an Alpha. 💀🤣 (Another win for Martin). I don't think there's anyone more possessive in the show besides Elias and Elias is a whole different brand of crazy. Martin seems like a sweet, harmless guy until you start stepping on his toes and he smacks the living daylights out of the aggressor with pure unrefined loathing - Just not easily noticeable cause he doesn't get violent but he makes sure his enemies get fucked up.

So Martin is definitely an Alpha. He gives the vibes of ensuring his mate will never lack, making sure they feel safe when they're nesting and never letting any harm come near their territory. Which raises the question....is Jon his omega then? I think not. Jon seems more like a Beta to me.

Jon: A Beta? That's the most ordinary creature in the whole verse.

Well, Mr. Sims you ARE basic. 😂 You're just a basic guy with super powers. I can't for the life of me picture Jon nurturing anything. He's not even very good at looking after himself and nearly everything he tries to protect crumbles away. He's a very tragic character, with not a lot of self esteem and he masks this by being sassy and sarcastic cause he doesn't want people to see how fragile he actually is. Jon's Beta to me and it feels fitting for him and Martin. Jon would probably try masking as an Alpha and Martin an Omega but the truth about each other would come out and Martin wouldn't care less. He loves his tiny hopeless Beta.

That being said, most of the others in TMA strike me as Alpha Alpha.

LonelyEyes aka Peter and Elias - Alpha/Alpha with Peter being possessive of his alone time and Elias being possessive over his control of Peter. (It would be funny if Peter was Omega though cause everyone would assume Elias the Omega.).

Daisira aka Daisy and Basira - Alpha/Alpha. Look Daisy's Alpha, there's no two ways about that. Maybe Basira is Beta but she strikes me as Alpha as well and they work well as partners.

Melanie x Georgie (can't remember their ship name) - Alpha/Omega....maybe Georgie is really flowery and soothing so she could easily be an Omega with her nurture of the Admiral. She could also be a very kind Alpha to her violent chaotic Omega Melanie. It could go either way.

TimSasha - Alpha/Alpha and I love them so much. ♥️❤️ Sasha just strikes me as Alpha. She would have been archivist if not for Elias' plans and Tim is either an Alpha or a chaotic Omega in disguise.

GerryMichael aka DoorKeay - I've only recently heard about this ship but it's kind of cute. Omega/Omega....cause I think it'd be funny. Obviously the Distortion isn't an Omega, the Distortion wasn't anything but I imagine after getting redefined as Michael it wakes an Omega and it is not happy about it. Gerry is not an obvious Omega and everyone assumes he's Alpha. Little did they know. I like the awkward story of two fakers (because the Distortion would definitely try to hide it's identity) slowly realising and still loving each other cause why not. They're also likely faking to be Beta cause one thing they wanted most in the world was to be ordinary.

Agnes x Jack - Alpha/Beta and this one doesn't even need an explanation.

Agnes x Gertrude - Alpha/Alpha, would be a fun dynamic watching these two growl at each other from the same side of the spectrum.

LonelyEyeSkies aka PeterxEliasxSimon - Alpha/Alpha/Alpha chaos. Lovers of this ship just enjoy watching things crash to the ground and I can't blame them cause I love it too. (Would still be funny if Peter was an Omega. Though Peter wouldn't find it funny at all).

JonMichael - Beta/Omega, but to no one's surprise, Michael's the one dictating everything about this relationship. Jon is shocked to find himself building a nest cause that's how dominant Michael's gonna be.

JonTim - Beta/Alpha and I'm guessing Tim would be a passive aggressive Alpha. This will either go really well or it will be a toxic dumpster fire.

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Hitting the Single on Valentine's Day Square

You don’t expect to see Nik sitting on your porch when you get home that night, a bouquet of brightly coloured daisies clasped in his hand as he watches you step out of the Uber. The two of you haven’t spoken since the last time he was her. He’d walked out in the middle of a fight and you hadn’t seen him since. That had been over three weeks ago.

You’re dressed up tonight, soft makeup that accentuates your features and a dress that Nik hasn’t seen before. It’s a wine red, off the shoulder affair that highlights your assets. It’s elegant, sexy. The perfect attire for a date. You’re an attractive woman, compassionate and dedicated, any man would be lucky to have you…

That’s what he should have said instead of walking out.

He still isn’t sure how the dispute devolved the way it did. It had started with an argument about him derailing your investigation and spiralled out from there. You’d accused him of being unable to compromise and he’d snapped back because it had hit a little too close to home. He’d gone out to cool his head and before he knew it he was being picked up off the street by Ferris and Henderson before being bundled onto a plane to Iran. Apparently shit was kicking off, he was the only one with the contacts to resolve it. By the time he’d gotten his hands on a burner phone, he was on his way back to the US.

It’s over, Nik realises in that moment.

All of this bullshit with him and the CIA, it’s become too much. He doesn’t blame you, he can’t give you what you deserve. He isn’t around to celebrate your successes, to hold you when you’re having a bad day. He sets the flowers down, his palm rubbing over the beard that lines his jaw. He’d come straight here from the airport, he’s running on fumes. He can barely think straight.

“Sassy.” You say as you sit down alongside of him on the porch. “I was out with Sassy until she got a better offer.”

Just being in your presence makes everything feel a little bit better. You’re like the sunshine after a rainy day, your glow bathing his skin in warmth as you reach for his hand. You clasp it in your own, your thumb tracing over the hollow of his wrist.

“I shouldn’t have walked out like that.” He says finally, his gaze focusing on something across the street. “I didn’t know I was going, I didn’t know…”

He trails off, his voice choked because this is the nature of his life, the reality of it. It’s unpredictable, exhausting, brutal. There’s an ache in his chest and his eyes sting because he’s just so fucking tired. All of the emotions he’s struggled to keep a lid on over the past few weeks come rushing to the surface and for a second he’s overwhelmed.

“Nik…” You say softly.  He tilts his head towards you and you can see the anguish in his eyes, the fatigue. He’s never looked as wrecked as he does in this moment. Whatever happened overseas has taken its toll on him.

 “You were right.” He says quietly. “About always being the one to compromise. It isn’t fair.”

“I knew what I was getting into.” You tell him, your thumb tracing over the curve of his cheek. He closes his eyes at the sensation, savouring it. There had been a moment in Iran where he didn’t think he was coming back and all he could think about was you, how the last words he had said to you were in frustration and anger. “You’re worth it.”

“I don’t know how long I can keep doing this Alana.” He tells you, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “This job, it’s killing me.”

“Why don’t we go inside and talk about it?” You say and he nods his head, unable to speak as that emotion overwhelms him once more. Your fingertips chasing over the line of his jaw as you whisper against his lips. “I’m going to take care of you Nik, I promise.”

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[jobean12-blog]

Play To Win

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Word Count: 2,714

Summary: When you walk into your favorite bar for a regular night of fun, you never expect to meet a man that changes everything.

Author's Note: Honestly, if I met this man in a bar I'd be a goner from the moment I laid on eyes on him...so yep. HAHA! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of fun flirting, banter, tension, a curse or two, Javi is bold and doesn't hold back, reader is sassy herself, thigh riding (bc I love his legs so much)

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It’s hard to hear over the loud chatter of the crowded bar and when Steve and Javi share a brief look of irritation the third agent sitting at the table, Dan, repeats his question, raising expectant eyebrows at the two other men.

“I asked gentlemen, what’s your type?” 

Steve snorts into his drink. “Type? I like them all.”  

Javi nods in agreement, but still doesn’t answer Dan’s question. He keeps his focus on his drink, pressing his lips to the cool glass to down the rest of the amber liquid.

Dan is undeterred.

“Come on Peña? You must have a type…”

Javi sets his drink down, ready to deliver some cheeky answer to interrupt Dan’s repeated annoyance, when you walk in. His original thought dies on his lips, to be immediately replaced with, “Her. She’s my type.”

He watches as you gracefully weave your way through the crowd, politely excusing yourself to squeeze between the several men who stare. As if sensing Javi’s gaze following you around the bar, your eyes flash in his direction as you pass him by.

It hits him like a punch to the gut.

Steve leans back against the bar and a smirk plays on his lips.

“Guess we have your answer then,” Steve quips.

Dan lets out a low whistle and continues to stare in your direction.

Javi ignores them both and instead follows your progress toward the end of the bar. After warmly greeting the bar tender and offering him a hug you set your things down and weave back the way you came, sidling up on the stool next to Javi.

“So brown eyes. Why don’t you stop staring and buy me a drink? I might dehydrate before you work up the nerve.”

Javi can’t hide the way your boldness affects him and the corner of his mouth twitches with a lopsided smile.

He aimlessly twirls his empty glass between his long fingers and responds with, “Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll think about it.”

You still, your lips pressing together firmly.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” you ask when you turn to face him.

“I’m not really in the mood for fun,” he counters.

“That’s too bad,” you hum. I’m just full of good fun.”

Javi’s clever eyes scan the seedy bar, assessing every access point, escape route and person nearby.

“If you’re looking for fun, I’m not sure this is the right place gorgeous.”

Amusement flashes across your face, at his endearment or his warning he’s not sure.

“You think so?” you ask, crossing your arms and leaning against the bar. “I’ve had a lot of fun in this bar.”

“Is that because you’re all cozy with the bartender?” he asks.

Javi’s eyes drift toward the bartender who is watching your exchange and when Javi looks back to you, you’re smiling widely at him.

“Jealous already?” you purr. “You haven’t even gotten me my drink yet! Should I ask one of your friends instead?”

You glance over his shoulder to see Steve and Dan dip their heads in greeting. You give them a little wave.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you gorgeous.”

“Then maybe you should be a little more friendly.”

“Now where’ the fun in that?”

At having your words thrown back at you, your eyes sparkle and you throw your head back with a laugh. Javi’s eyes travel down the column of your neck, his fingers twitching against his thigh with his need to reach out and feel your soft skin.

“I’ll tell you what…”

“Javier Peña. But you can call me Javi.”

“Javi,” you repeat.

The sound of his name falling from your lips makes his pants tighten around his crotch and he quickly shifts on the stool.

You motion to the opposite wall where an old dart board hangs.

“Let’s play a game of darts. If I win, you buy me a drink. Fair?”

Leaning back and spreading his legs wider, he considers you.

“And if you lose?”

You don’t answer, merely sending him a wink and sliding off the stool to saunter toward the dart board. You collect the darts and wait for him with a crook of your finger.

Not wanting to let you out of his sight he quickly gets up and joins you, taking the darts you hold out and gesturing for you to throw first.

He stands close. Too close. You can feel the heat from his body, smell his spiciness and it’s starting to throw you off.

With a deep inhale you slowly let the breath out and focus on your shot, lining it up before letting the dart sail. It lands just outside the bullseye.

Javi raises an impressed brow and steps into the spot you just vacated, readying his throw.

He lets the dart go and you watch it land just a bit further out from where yours is.

He’s better than you thought.

You throw your next dart and hit the center, smiling sweetly as you step out of the way so he can go.

The next few rounds are all in your favor and just before you’re about to make your final throw and win the game, you say over your shoulder, “you can go ahead and order me a martini. This will be over in a minute.”

For the first time he smiles fully, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and you suck in a little gasp of air at how unbelievably sexy he is.

As he turns to signal for the bartender, you lean forward and take your last shot, sinking the dart into the outer rim of the bullseye circle.

“You’re not bad honey. Wanna play me?”

You spin around at the sound of an unfamiliar voice and take in the man standing in front of you, not hiding your unenthused expression.

Before you can answer, Javi reappears with your drink and slides up next to you.

“She’s busy,” Javi says, handing you the martini. “We were just about to enjoy our drinks.”

His words are smooth and good-natured but you can hear the underlying steel in his tone as he addresses the random guy.

The man looks like he wants to argue but when Javi silently edges around to stand in front of you, he thinks better of it, tossing Javi a disgruntled look before walking away.

“What if I wanted to play with that guy?” you ask as you sip your drink. “He might be a lot of fun.”

“You didn’t want to,” Javi replies. “And no he isn’t.”

You purse your lips. “Like you would know anything about fun.”

He smiles over his drink.

“So are you going to tell me about the bartender?” he asks.

“You’ve got a lot of concerns and questions for a first date.” 

“You call this a date?”

His tone is incredulous.

You meet his gaze head-on, appreciating once again how incredibly handsome he is.

“Since you bought me a drink and I’m planning to kiss you, then yes. I think this qualifies as a date.”

His eyes drop to your mouth and you can’t stop yourself from running your tongue along your lips. If the atmosphere weren’t so loud, you know you’d have heard his groan.

“Sorry, I can’t kiss you.”

As embarrassment starts to heat your skin you finish the rest of your drink, and say, “No kissing, no fun, had to win a drink out of you. I’m starting to forget why I was interested.”

Before you can blink, he slips behind you, crowding you against the edge of the bar and laying his hands on either side, blocking any escape.

When he speaks, you feel every word.

“You think I could stop at kissing?”

A shiver runs down your spine at his tone.

“What else did you have in mind?”

“Do you really want to know?” He asks. “Think very carefully before you give me an answer gorgeous.”

You audibly swallow, breathing out, “Tell me.”

He moves closer, his chest brushing your back, just a tease, but it makes you want to lean into him. His lips hover just above your ear when he murmurs, “I have a lot of things on my mind when it comes to you.”

One hand leaves the bar and he brushes it along your hip and you can’t stop yourself from backing up and pressing into him.

He hums as if satisfied by your need.

“I want to hike that skirt up over your hips and rock you over my thigh until you come apart for me.”

Heat covers your entre body and settles between your legs and you can hear your quick intakes of breath.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.”

You want him to touch you. Everywhere.

“Do you want me to stop?”

One calloused fingertip traces the hem of your skirt, slowly, invitingly.

“No,” you whisper.

“Good. Then come home with me. Let me take you for a ride.”

You try to regain some of your composure, remembering that you barely know this man and he’s talking to you in a way that should feel wrong. Except it doesn’t. You feel coveted. Safe. You know he would never do anything without your clear consent. But still…

You push off the bar and move away from him, already regretting the loss of contact.

“I’m not going home with you.”

You glance over his shoulder at the bartender.

“Are you going home with him?” he asks, growling out the words.

“No,” you say immediately. “We’re just friends. Always have been.

“But I know for fact there are several women here that would love for you to take them home.”

He shook his head once. “I’m not interested in any other women.”

Frowning, you study his expression and find nothing but honesty.

With a jolt of surprise you realize you want to go home with him…to see exactly what it would feel like for him to worship you.

“It’s getting late…I should start heading to the train station.”

He scoffed.

“You’re not taking the train this late. It’s after one in the morning.”

“I’ll be just fine, thank you. I’ve gotten myself home before!”

He studies you for a moment then shrugs. “Fine. I’ll take the train with you, make sure you get to your door safely. Then leave.”

“Why go to all the trouble Javi?”

In a single step he’s in your space, promptly muddling your coherent thoughts with his proximity.

“It’s either that or you let me drive you home gorgeous.”

There’s one part of you that wants to turn on your heel and march out the door but another part of you doesn’t want to say goodnight just yet.

Or ever.

You both stand still, eyeballing each other.

“Fine,” you concede.

He smiles and starts to pull his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. You catch a flash of shiny metal and grab his hand.

“You’re an agent?”

“DEA agent, yes.”

“I should have known,” you smirk.

“Why’s that?” he asks as he drops cash onto the bar.

“You’re not afraid of a challenge and you go for what you want.”

“I know exactly what I want,” he adds as his eyes darken.

He holds out his hand and you take it, letting him tuck you into his side as he give his friends a curt nod and walks you toward the door.  

As he’s reaching for the handle, a young woman dancing nearby twirls herself into Javi and spills most of her fruity drink on his shirt.

The woman’s eyes go wide and she starts to sputter out an apology, quickly lifting her hands to press them to Javi’s chest. Without thinking you move to block her, smiling as sweetly as you can and letting her know you’ll take care of it.

Javi’s lips turn up into a smirk and when your eyes meet he says, “jealous gorgeous?”

“You should talk!” you hiss. “At least no one tried to grope me tonight.”

‘Everyone wanted to though,” he grunts as you grab some napkins and start to pat his shirt dry.

The more you try to dry his shirt the more it sticks to his tan skin, the damp material revealing the hard planes of his chest beneath.

With your bottom lip caught between your teeth you give him one last pat, reluctant to remove your hands.

“I don’t think it’s going to get any better than this. I can give you a shirt when you drop me off?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment before he agrees and takes your hand again.

He pulls up outside your building and cuts the engine, exiting the car to open your door. The ride to your floor is silent but the atmosphere feels charged.

Javi stares straight ahead at the double doors with his jaw flexing and you stare at him so when the elevator dings the sound startles you.

“Your shirt really is soaked,” you state as you walk toward the door.

“And sticky too,” he adds in a huff.

You unlock your apartment and walk through the door, dropping your bag to the floor and kicking off your shoes. You can feel his eyes on you, watching from just inside your door.

The silence between you seems to grow thicker with each passing minute. Anticipation thrums along your skin and when you reappear from your bedroom holding one of your favorite over sized tee shirts you find Javi working on the button of his shirt.

You stop walking and linger in the doorway of your room.

He looks up, distracted by your presence, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. With tentative steps you reach him and push his hands away, slowly unbuttoning finishing the task. Your eyes stay focused on the buttons but his eyes never leave your face.

Warmth spreads through you at the heat and intensity of his gaze.

“Should I get you a towel?” you ask, just as you get to the last few buttons and reveal the dark trail of hair that disappears into his pants.

Your fingers press against his skin, lightly tracing the outline of hair and when you meet his eyes his lips are parted and his hands are fisted at his sides.

“Javi?” you whisper.

“The things I want to do to you…”

You feel defenseless under his heated regard, his sensuality making your resolve and capacity to think clearly slip away.

He moves closer, backing you up until you bump into the wall. His eyelashes lower as his gaze drops to your thighs and his fingers trace the edge of your skirt. He starts to lift the fabric, so slowly you wonder if you’re imagining it but when he looks up, his eyes pleading with a silent request you breathe out his name.

His eyes stay on yours until he has the fabric up and over your hips then you have the satisfaction of watching his jaw loosen and his eyes glaze as they dip to the soft fabric between your legs, damp and sticking to your skin.

With a hiss of approval he lifts one large hand to frame your jaw, tracing his lips along yours before capturing them in a demanding kiss.

He pushes you into the wall, wedging his thick thigh between your legs. Digging desperate hands into his hair, you pull him closer, begging him to deepen the kiss…to move his thigh.

He obliges in both, pressing his muscular thigh higher and tighter against you. The insistent pressure makes you roll your hips, creating friction that’s just right.

“Would you like to come now, gorgeous?”

Your answer is a breathless whine as your head falls back along the wall, exposing your neck. His lips find your throat and he scrapes his teeth gently along your skin, sending a tremble through your body.

“Say please, baby.”

“Please Javi,” you moan.

“Fuck I love hearing my name on your lips.”

You come hard, shaking against him and dragging your fingers down his chest. His mouth covers yours, absorbing your chants of pleasure.

He groans your name, releasing you for air and cursing again when he takes in your blissfully recked expression.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t wait to see how gorgeous you look coming on my cock.”

@lizette50 @littleseasiren @hiddles-rose @lorilane33 @kmc1989

[staysaneathome]

I was bored so I took the Dæmon test for the Archives Gang

Martin: Kvasir

Your daemon would take the form of a St. Bernard! You are a tireless and devoted individual who is deeply committed to helping others. More so than others with dog daemons, those with St. Bernards tend to neglect themselves to put others first. They have a strong spirit and big heart for friends and strangers alike.

When deciding on your daemon's appearance, consider the pattern of your daemon's coat. A darker-colored St. Bernard may indicate someone more reserved and private, while a lighter-colored St. Bernard may indicate someone more helpful and emotional.

Jon: Kleio

Your daemon would take the form of a Siamese! You are a coy and dignified individual who has high expectations for yourself and others. More so than others with cat daemons, those with Siamese tend to be patient and thorough. They are confident in themselves and know how to make any situation work for them.

When deciding on your daemon's appearance, consider the pattern of your daemon's coat. Lighter points may indicate someone who is innocent and vain, while darker points may indicate someone who is observant and calculating.

Tim: Arlecchina (Arle)

Your daemon would take the form of a domestic goat! You are a competitive and adventurous individual who likes sticking your nose into everything. More so than others with caprine daemons, those with goats are gregarious but individualistic, sassy showoffs who like being at the top of the heap. They are typical braggarts, not the most dependable unless it clearly benefits them.

When deciding on your daemon's appearance, consider your domestic goat's coloring and horns. A goat daemon with long horns may be indicative of someone with more confidence, while a goat daemon with small horns may be someone more cocky and fresh. Similarly, a white goat may indicate someone attention-seeking and egocentric, a brown goat someone willful and not easily miffed, and a black goat someone clever and self-serving.

Sasha: Elioenai/Zephaniah

Your daemon would take the form of a badger! You are a hardworking and confident individual who readily stands up for themselves. More so than others with weasel daemons, those with badgers are competitive and crave success, and they dutifully plan ahead to achieve it. They are private but typically peaceable people, always putting their ambition and sense of organization first.

When deciding on your daemon's appearance, consider your badger's species. A European badger daemon may indicate someone more easygoing and friendly, an American badger daemon someone more stubborn and perfectionistic, and a honey badger daemon someone more assertive and driven.

Basira: Ninurta

Your daemon would take the form of an oryx! You are a resourceful and enduring individual who is possessive over their people and things. More so than others with antelope daemons, those with oryx may be mistaken as low energy; they're patient people and efficient workers, private until the final product is complete. When push comes to shove, they're willing to stand their ground and are loathe to show vulnerability even to their loved ones.

Daisy: Wāðsige (Wassa)

Your daemon would take the form of a gyrfalcon! You are a calm and confident individual who has enjoys the feeling of completion and success. More so than others with raptor daemons, those with gyrfalcons are rational and direct people, not necessarily unfriendly but adventurous and don't get attached readily. They are opportunists who are unfazed by circumstances and enjoy have a little bit of unpredictability in their lives.

When deciding on your daemon's appearance, consider your gyrfalcon's plumage. A darker-colored plumage is typically indicative of a more subtle and private individual, while a lighter-colored plumage is indicative of an open-hearted and innocent person.

Melanie: Bellerophon

Your daemon would take the form of a stoat! You are an independent and strong-willed individual with no lack of confidence. More so than others with weasel daemons, those with stoats have a nervous and energetic energy, and are forceful people who would rather ram right into conflict than avoid it. They aren't the hardest of workers, but they're exceptionally stubborn and have an impulsive streak.

When deciding on your daemon's appearance, consider your stoat's coloring. Typically the more patterns a daemon's coat has, the more intense the individual. A brown stoat daemon may indicate someone more even-tempered, while a white stoat daemon indicates someone more innocent.

[fairypaw]

20 for Spiderleg, and 19 for Firestar?

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter? + Spiderleg

ID KILL for a friend group consisting of spider, shrew, squirrel, leaf and white. like idk they would give off cousins you didn't know you weren't related to because your parents are best friends and you call them your aunt/uncle.

Also think its sooo fawkin funny since leaf and spider had beef in canon kinda over the whole him not being there for his kits, okay hear me out, they never have been able to see eye to eye as kids and leaf blows up on him over not seeing rose/toad because she's mostly projecting over not being able to be a mother to her own kits.

But it ends with spider venting about how he's unready to be someone these kits should look up to, something about his brother dying in hopes to save their baby sisters and they still died anyway. maybe throw in my personal hc that he planned to have kits with sootfur but he died too soon and it just hit him that he didn't have the life they planned, and it ends in spiderleaf bestiesms. Leaf convinces spider that he should at least try with them, and Spider down the line after the secret was revealed convinces her to reconcile with her own kits.

ALSO spider + squirrel have a friendly ish rivalry, as in it's not serious but they don't hesitate to punt each other for the bit, but they have their soft moments of shared softness (shrew & soot's deaths) ans they both should have another rivalry over their platonic love for daisy actually. i also do happen to believe in spiderdaisy qpr, give me sassy gossip girls or give me nothing.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like? + Firestar

Spottedfire is almost too easy of an answer. like ugh okay you couldve maybe convinced me at a platonic/sister/maternal relation potrayal in canon, or HELL id be okay with a romantic route IF they didn't have a weird age gap or the emotional infidelity. like a ghost girlfriend/right person not enough time CAN be my cup of tea (esp since i do like fallenholly).

But everything they have CANONICALLY it creeps me out, it doesn't serve anything good plot wise, its not interesting, it doesent give anyone any depth, it dragged and muddled the plot its unnecessary and again, UNCOMFORTABLE. the way they only make spotted important only to be the object of another character just makes me sick (ex. fire, th*stle, in a way leaf and jay) as in she's this perfect an untouchable only wants what's best because she couldn't have the life she wants. but in the perspective of another character ? shes never really stood on her own as anything and it frustrates me.

[rudikawhy]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Season Three

Just like I did with season two, I took some notes while watching season three.

There are spoilers, but since I've marked when a new episode starts, you could just skip those you haven't seen yet. If there are any.

(S03 E01) I feel you, Coulson. It's hard for me too to get used to calling her Daisy

"He looks big and intimidating. But inside, he's just a soft, little, fluffy little teddy bear."

It must be so tough, knowing you can't go back to your own life

I was waiting for them to mention that Simmons has been swallowed (15 minutes)

Glad that Bobbi's back at work tho.

What's your mission, Fitz!?

"One last thing" what does that mean!?

I loooove sassy Fitz. "Hey, wait. Ah. I want to see Yusef. You understand? Or is your English worse than you think?"

Why doesn't Hunter talk to Bobbi now?

How dare you touch Fitz!

Is it just me or does Iain sound here more scottish than in season two?

I would like to have Fitz as my hero

This "monster" that appears at the hospital looks pretty creepy

And now, Fitz can also read Hebrew. What can't he do?

I love that both Jemma and Elizabeth are from Sheffield

No, don't accept it yet! This is Marvel, of course Jemma isn't dead

Fitz continues to break my heart (DO SOMETHING!!)

What the hell is happening there? Wherever Jemma is

(S03 E02) "In all of history, no one has ever returned" well maybe it's time someone does. Jemma, would you be so kind?

Okay, that was close, pulling Fitz away from that thing

I really love soft Bobbi

"So you think the Rock is a portal?" "No. No, I'm proving that it's a portal." I like confident Fitz (I also like self-conscious Fitz. I like Fitz in general)

"... and a Sandwich would be nice" Mood

Fitz would do any- and everything for Jemma, wouldn't he?

I'm confused by Bobbi and Hunter's relationship

"Don't die out there" I love that they keep saying that

If Hunter is looking for Ward at Hydra and Ward built his own team, than Hunter won't find anything, will he?

Coulson doesn’t open the portal just for ONE life. It's Jemma's life

"A lot of speculation back at HQ as to why you went AWOL. Spiritual walkabout. Mid-life crisis. EARLY mid-life crisis" Saved last second, Hunter

What the HELL do you think you're doing, Fitz!!!?

Why does it hurt so much more when they are inaudible?

Also my heart started beating so loudly

Fitz smiles! For the first time in what? One season?

I absolutely LOVE Hunter's reaction "Fitz, you absolute beauty!"

First Hunter sleeping by Bobbi's bed, and now Fitz by Jemma's bed - I love them

(S03 E03)

Jemma doesn't look too good

I, too, would be creeped out if someone put a tracker on me

I like Hunter

Fitz taking Jemma's hand is just the beginning of cuteness I expect from them

"Besides, she knows I'm lying, so it's not even really a lie." What kind of logic is that?

Did I mention that I love Bobbi? The way she speaks to Fitz

Would you mind leaving Hunter alone? I mean I know he kinda signed up for this but still

How is it that even when Fitzsimmons get to go to the restaurant where Fitz was holding the reservation for MONTHS, they manage to hurt my heart?

Does Hunter really want to meet Ward in this condition?

Why would you have to go back there, Jemma?

(S03 E04) The guy in the first scene who died kinda looked like Lee from the Kissing Booth

I can't make really sense of Coulson, what's his plan with this "cooperation"

Hunter calling May first "love" and then "mum" is just brilliant

"It's tough when people keep things from you" is Fitz referring to the beginning of Season two or to the present when he doesn't know what Jemma plans with the folder?

"Sorry, this coming from the guy who shot his own girlfriend by mistake?" Sassy Hunter is cool Hunter

Sooo, I have a feeling May's gonna kill Hunter after what happened to Andrew.

"It's time I told you the truth about everything" is "Something happened to me, Fitz, on the other side" already the truth about everything or does she simply not tell US the truth?

(S03 E05) Why is Jemma running, though? She has no destination

Note for myself: always charge your phone. Just in case you get swallowed by a monolith and you need to update your file of research and take pictures

It looks so cold there

Her talking about the restaurant to herself is too cute

I don't want to know how clean that water is

Where did she get the bathing suit from?

Okay, I see now, it's not a bathing suit

"You're dinner, biatch" Fitz and her ARE really the same

"Everyone always said we could read each other's minds, Fitz. So I really need you to read mine right now."

You're telling me she only had one picture of Fitz on her phone?

"I know you won't give up, so I won't, either"

Whatever this magic phone battery is, I need it! One month and it still works (or maybe I just need a Fitz in my life, not only for the phone battery)

"You wouldn't happen to have any alcohol, would you, Will?" - "Yeah, I'll run down to the drugstore and get it for you." - "Would you, please? If it's not too much trouble." I don't know if Jemma doesn't understand his sarcasm or just replies with own sarcasm

Is this just going to be a whole episode of Jemma on that planet?

"His name is like your favorite word" you're not wrong

Oh, that's the scene from the end of S03 E01

And Will's the reason Jemma needs to get back. That makes so much sense

You said you wouldn't give up hope

I know it's not really cheating but still, JEMMA!?

What was I saying? Fitz would do really anything for Jemma, even get Will back

(S03 E06) Why take Hunter (who does it for revenge) off a task and put May (who does it also for revenge) on it?

I never would have thought that May couldn't think clear

"You're not gonna say the thing?" That's exactly what I thought that moment. 'We don't get a "Don't die out there" this time?'

But Hunter, it's more than just keeping Simmons warm with a fire. She honestly couldn't have survived without him.

What language does Bobbi Not speak?

I'm always impressed how good they all can improvise

May smiling is just wrong

"Now we use the new dwarf Fitz crafted. He doesn't think it's ready yet, but that's stupid because it's awesome, so I stole it" isn't that with most things Fitz crafts? That he thinks it's not finished but other think it's awesome

Finally some soft Fitzsimmons scenes

I haven't said it yet, so I'll say it now: I don't like Rosalind

Even when she (apparently) has good intentions, I don't like her

Badass Bobbi

I don't know, for some reason I saw that coming. That Andrew is Lash

(S03 E07) Now knowing that Andrew is Lash, it makes it so much worse when they talk about inhumans in his present

Why do agents tend to keep information they got to themselves?

I like Hunter/Bobbi scenes

Can we please also see Fitz listening to the other audios?

Thank you, wish fulfilled

"Do you remember when we first met? I do. You were so quiet and pasty, and... so incredibly smart, handsome... quite a strange feeling... isn't it? Never wanting to be without someone. You must have been so annoyed, me following you around all the time." - "No. Never." - "I imagine our dinner sometimes... where we'd go, what we'd eat. I wonder about us a lot, actually. There's this small cottage in Perthshire we drove by once when I was a girl, some... some... family holiday, and I don't know why but I... I found it so lovely. I still think about it... a place where you and I could have... But that's that, I suppose. I'm not sure how long this battery will last. I should save it, just in case, for more important things. But I'll still talk to you on my own, if that's all right. I'll always be with you, Fitz." I'm sorry, I just HAD to write this down.

It must have been so hard for May to shoot Andrew and put into that box

Soft Fitzsimmons incoming!!

"Didn't know you thought about setting down in Perthshire. That's in Scotland." - "I know where it is, Fitz." :D

Also: "So when you said all those things about... I mean, you were tired and dehydrated." - "I was as clearheaded then as I've ever been... when I said all those things.... What do you think we should do about it?" - "For now... let's just watch the sunrise."

"You should think on a grander scale." - "Oh, I'll be grand." Yes, cause he is already Grant (Ward)

(S03 E08) That escalated quickly

I like Lincoln's voice

Fuck Ward

Why can Lincoln just work with them from one moment to the other?

Hunter's "Damn the Yanks" Shirt 😅

Coulson and Price together is just urghh

That wasn't a nice thing to do, Ward

"Stop. Just stop trying to do all the right things. It's too much." But that's what we love about Fitz

Why is it so funny; Hunter typing on the computer with Daisy on comms

And of course Hunter can't be really serious (Username: God Save The Queen), and Daisy feels the need to clarify that that wasn't her idea

I love jealous Fitz

"And you dove through a hole in the universe for me!" Thank you for pointing that out

I didn't even realize at first that this was really the FIRST Fitzsimmons kiss, it felt so natural

I may or may not have squeaked

I never realized how long Iain's eyelashes are

No, Fitz, you're not cursed

Watch out, Bobbi, I still need you

"Our friend Mr Banks has just showed up, and I do not have a handkerchief to cover my face... and that would be weird, anyhow." Indeed that would be weird

I don't know if I like Lincoln

I love Bobbi/Hunter dynamic

Of course everything is connected

(S03 E09)

Why is this dinner so awkward?

I mean I didn't like Rosalind, but she didn't deserve that

Aaaaand of course it was Ward

This episode started off with so much, and so fast, I can't even put my thoughts into words and write them down

Kinda cool, the interrogation

Crazy how Coulson, who is normally one of those who can think clearest, is now acting fully emotionally.

First May, then Coulson, everyone is attacking Hunter

Okay, what is going on here? Always putting Fitzsimmons in danger, aren't we, writers of AoS?

You can't just simply separate Fitzsimmons!

Don't you touch Jemma

Ward, you bloody psychopath

I kinda like Thomas

How many phones does someone with anger issues buy each year if every time something inconvenient is said on the phone they throw it away?

Cable ties are really the worst to be bind to something

Oh Fitz, when I said you'd really do anything for Jemma, this isn't what I meant

I beg you pardon, Ward? S.H.I.E.L.D. killed Kara? I think you got there something really wrong. That was you, you shot her

"Fitz, please just let them kill me." Jemma, you know that that's never gonna happen. He would do anything in his power to keep you alive

"I lost you once. I can't lose you again. I'm just... I'm not strong enough to live in a world that doesn't have you in it"

She wants to hug him but she can't 😭😭

Okay, Coulson, that was crazy

They really could have given Fitz some better clothes

(S03 E10) That way, Fitz won't be able to figure out anything

"This is how S.H.I.E.L.D. works. You make a plan, plan turns to rubbish, you make a new plan." Well said

Oh god, oh god, what can I say? I'm literally shaking because of this Fitz/Will thing

I wasn't really able to pause the episode to write something down, so I don't really have any notes from this episode.

But, some things:

I feel bad for Jemma because she looked so guilty when May said that Lash killed all the inhumans, and she was the one who let Andrew free, just to save herself. I don't know, I just feel bad for her

Also, I feel bad for Fitz because he just wanted to bring Will back for Jemma and then Will turns out to be "it"

Also, the few seconds between Fitz shouting to Coulson that they have to hurry and them actually hurrying, when Coulson left his hand by Ward's side, that felt so much longer than it actually was.

Jemma standing by the container at the end, thinking that Fitz didn't make it, just hurt really

Also what was that last glance between Coulson and Fitz suppose to mean? That confused me

And because I feel like I haven't said it in a while: I really love Bobbi and Hunter

(S03 E11) What president is that supposed to be?

I love that Jemma still asks Fitz for his opinion, even when (it seems like) she doesn't really need it

This person with those super powers (who puts Mack in the car) is scary

What did Fitz do to Will, though? I thought Will really died saving Jemma and that, whatever it was, was just disguised as Will

Who could this person be who might know something about Malick?

Ah, van Strucker

This new "Ward" is really weird and scary

Bobbi's "Hey you" (rescuing Mack) made me unreasonable happy

When Coulson said "What about him?" to Lincoln, I thought he wanted to put him into this machine

Why is there almost no episode where no one is captured, hurt, knocked out, or anything like that? And why is it once again Bobbi and Hunter?

"Why are you really here?" is a pretty stupid question you can ask a person who you've kidnapped

Okay, now Elena's no longer scary, more cool

Also please keep Bobbi and Hunter save

"I miss you"

"You've been nothing less than extraordinary this whole time." Jemma's here to speak the truth

"Can we start over, back to where we began?" - "Sixteen and achingly shy" - "Two people, endlessly inquisitive, about to embark on a relationship that will change their lives, but they don't know where it will go. I'm Jemma Simmons, biochemist." - "Leopold Fitz, engineering." What are you planning with this?

Sometimes I feel like they just let Ward live (or something similar), so that Brett Dalton can continue to be a part of the series

(S03 E12)

"What are you?" - "What are we?" That was creepy

"No one would ever intentionally cut their hair like that" That's what I've been thinking about Talbot's hair cut for quite some time

Sometimes I wonder if Lincoln really doesn't follow orders because he doesn't want to or because he can't stop using his powers on command

I'm impressed by Brett Dalton's acting

How could anyone not want to be Hunter's friend? I mean, yes, sometimes he can be out of control and maybe he isn't ALWAYS the greatest friend, but deep down, I believe, he is a great friend and always there for you

Oh, I was wondering, why his right arm is in that sling, but that's actually a smart trick

Jemma calls him Dr. Fitz :)

Why does Hunter keep on doing his own thing?

And why is he always right? ("Oh, guns. Why does no one ever listen to me?")

And why do agents continue to read something or look for something with their backs to the room when they're in a room they're not supposed to be?

Oh, COME ON, Hunter

Well, that's kinda your own fault now, Hunter

Excuse me, Talbot!?

Each episode, my trust issues just get bigger. Like, who CAN I even trust anymore?

Also, why does Coulson always, literally always, look like he's smiling, even when he's not?

"I hate to be a buzzkill, but this is a gun free zone, so I'm gonna have to take that off you." I love you, Hunter

"I love you" same, Bobbi, same

How do the villains always manage to turn things to their advantage?

"Were we the only ones that got the "no weapons" memo?" Probably

"I'm bored of this." Only a selected few could say something like that in the middle of a shooting, and Bobbi is one of them

Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again, Bobbi

"Oh, damn" was my (and probably Hunter's) though, when he saw the red point on his hand

Talbot's "Where is my son?" reminded me very much of Hamilton's in Stay Alive (Reprise)

Grant Ward (or whoever you might be now), that's disgusting!

Hunter, Bobbi, don't die out there

(S03 E13)

Not me who simply said "Bobbi!" when I saw her sitting there

"I'd like a cheeseburger, medium, with cheddar cheese, ketchup, mayo, lettuce, and tomato. And some curly fries. Crispy." Queen Bobbi is here again

"There's no one else to help you here" what happened to Hunter?

That was nice, that Hunter and Bobbi, for once, had a conversation on their own

But of course it had to be interrupted

For a second there I forgot that Bobbi speaks a lot of languages, including Russian

"How's everyone's Russian?" - "My pronunciation's not fluent." - "And mine's nonexistent." - "I dated a Russian hacker once, but I only learned the dirty words." Why is this all so in character?

"Amadeus Ravenclaw Hunter" only Hunter could give that answer (OH WAIT, that is really his real name!? I thought it was just Hunter not taking anything seriously) (Or isn't it? I'm not following. Can anyone give me answers whether or not that's his real full name?)

Would any of them mind just leaving Bobbi and Hunter alone?

I love it so much when Hunter calls her "Bob"

"Wait, wait, hold on. The letter that looks like New Hampshire with legs, that's "D," right?"

A person who has a shadow even though they're not visible, that's creepy

"I have an idea, but it involves May hitting people" May's smirk

I'm sorry but it looked kind of pathetic, the way they were trying to beat the shadow

"As I was saying, don't panic, sir, but your life is in danger"

Fuck. The panic and fear in Bobbi's voice as she says "Hunter, are you OK? - Hunter, please answer me"

The forehead touch🥲🥹🥺

"It's a spy's goodbye" and I started crying, really hard, and didn't stop until the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo appeared

This can't be it. I can't accept it. Why would they let Bob and Hunter go? Why would they do that to me? To all of us?

I see it coming. I'm gonna rewatch season two and three just because of these two

At least they get to go together

I'm gonna miss them so much

The spy's goodbye was really beautiful, though

(S03 E14)

Why would you think that's awesome, brother-of-Mack?

I can't quite keep up

"No, I'm quite comfortable blaming myself, actually, for the lot of it. For all the miseries endured to rescue helpless little Agent Simmons. Will died trying to save me. And Fitz... Poor Fitz nearly got himself killed a number of times, and that's not even the worst of it." - "Andrew. What happened to those Inhumans... not your fault." - "No, I just let a known murderer loose to save my own skin. Traded all those... those lives for mine. Well, it won't happen again. And since I'm practically the only woman here, who can't kill with her bare hands..."

"OK, Fitz, you're with me." - "Uh... Am I?" That's so me

Sometimes I think Coulson is too hard on people, in this case Lincoln

Daisy, you're not supposed to get in a stranger's car

Fitz looks so shaky and kind of afraid when holding the gun against that guy in the car

Daisy can be charmingly dangerous

I'm not overly fond of Mack's brother. I mean I understand why he's angry for Mack constantly putting him off, but still

I hate it when people are somewhere they're not supposed to be

As I was saying, I'm not overly fond of Mack's brother

Oh please, not Fitz again

"Sooner or later, this bomb is gonna go off. And then... I'll implode. Which is gonna be messy." Fitz talks too casually about him imploding

Joss, Jed, Maurissa, would any of you mind not hurting or trying to kill Fitz anymore?

A shotgun axe!!

"Mini Mack"

I was totally expecting Ward to be in that car at the end

(S03 E15) Fitz didn't look too good in Daisy's vision

Why do people (/villains) always want to take over the world? Like, what would you get out of it?

Okay, it wasn't Fitz but Lincoln, still not looking too good

"And Fitz-Simmons will stay out of the damn snow." I mean I know it was part of the vision but why exactly is it so important to stay out of the damn snow?

"Ward" or whoever that is now is even crazier than the original Ward

That's actually a smart idea, them rehearing the fight

But it's also very funny

Ward's wayyy too crazy

Hurry up, hurry up, Daisy

I KNEW that their plan wouldn't work. When Coulson said that May would go in, no one else. That he'd stay away from guns until this is over. And that everyone else stays at HQ. And I can only assume that it's going to start snowing any second

"It's not snow." - "I think we're supposed to hold hands now.... Maybe some things are inevitable." They're too cute

Oh, right, I forgot that that plane explosion was already foreshadowed

I'm sorry for Charles

(S03 E16) I kinda feel sorry for Nathaniel

That transition of It wasn't necessary

Wait, so Nathaniel is It?

That sacrifice was disgusting

(S03 E17)

I was starting wondering what happened to Yo-Yo

And if I'm being honest I forgot about Joey

Daisy surely can jump out of a plane with style

"This seal gonna hold?" - "Hope so. It's chlorine gas. If not, we'll all go blind." And once again, Fitz talks too casually about them getting harmed

"Who needs space? 'Cause I've got something magnificent right here... A picture of space."

Finally, a wholesome Fitzsimmons scene

Also a beautiful, genuine laugh from Jemma

Oh fuck, I did not expect Daisy to be Hive's sway

Don't they have some kind of emergency alarm button in the quarantine room, so Lincoln could warn the others?

I'm confused. How can Daisy be stopped?

Can Daisy be stopped?

Daisy is probably the reason why people aren't allowed to walk under the wings of planes

(S03 E18) Fitz and Simmons are awfully formal, conspicuously inconspicuous

Fitz trying to talk without actually mentioning what he's talking about, and then there's Jemma with "You mean once we have sex"

Daisy, to me at least, looks suspicious the whole time when talking to Hive, but I'm not sure if she is aware that she is possessed

Fitz looks nice in a suit

"Happy to make the sacrifice" is the new "Happy to comply," isn't it?

"But she's the closest thing I have to a daughter."

I see it coming, the suitcase will be gone any moment

Or not

Fitz being confused by Jemma's actions is cute

Fitzsimmons tends to be separated and I am not happy about it

"I thought it would be cool if the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. had a shield. Fitz agreed, so..."

When did Jemma say, she'd go nowhere without Ward? (Or did he mean Will?)

Okay, he meant Will

Don't you dare choking Fitz like that

"You know how many times Bobbi and Hunter pulled the "my comms are broken" trick?"

When Mack knows Fitzsimmons better than Fitzsimmons knows themselves

I've been screaming so loudly internally when they kissed (again). I literally had to put my hands on my mouth, so it would stay internally

(S03 E19) What was done to Hive's ancestor looks pretty disgusting

"You didn't see Daisy. She acted like we were still best of pals all while threatening to murder me." - "No, you're right. I didn't see that. I was much too busy listening to the disgusting face of Grant Ward act like my dead boyfriend." - "That's true. That does sound worse." - "Right. If this was a competition, then I'd win. I had to shoot him three times just to shut him up." - "Bet that felt good." - "Yeah, it did. Though it would have felt better had he actually died, instead of just sort of oozing."

Okay, that was even more disgusting, Dr Radcliffe's attempt

I hope that they find a way to get Daisy out of there soon

Fitz talking about Milton, the absolute worst, is too funny

That was pretty stupid, Lincoln

Urghh, May smiled

Why are there suddenly so many nameless soldiers who say more than just "Yes sir"?

Also, I'm constantly expecting Hunter and/or Bobbi to appear on the screen

Hive Daisy's recklessness is scary

And now you've made Hive angry

(S03 E20) I didn't manage to write anything during the episode

But: I thought the lift from the bar to the HQ was really fancy

I was constantly angry at Lincoln for wanting to be with Daisy. So he fooled me too

I was definitely glad that he fooled me and didn't actually wanted to go to Daisy

I still don't like Talbot, even though he didn't really do anything for disliking him

I thought it was really cool that they tricked Hive and Daisy

I am still surprised that Lash doesn't harm Daisy, in contrary really. He was so careful when saving her and freeing her from Hive's sway

I am honestly not sure if I am glad that Lash died or not. Because, yes, he did kill a lot of innocent people, but he also saved Daisy, and maybe they need this power a few more times to free inhumans from Hive's sway

I did not really understand what bad news Fitzsimmons had in the end

(S03 E21) Fitz screamed like a monkey

I'm impressed that Fitz could keep up with that code

Fitz finally initiated a high-five and there's no one who's willing to give him one

Oh dammit, Coulson wants to put Daisy into that machine

Don't provoke Lincoln

Okay, he did

Brett Dalton is honestly a very good actor

Don't get too excited about catching Hive. There is always a hook

Fitz really is the romantic one

I told you, don't get too excited, Hive would find a way to escape

What the hell do you think you're doing, Daisy?

(S03 E22) some post-episode notes

That was... a lot

No, seriously, that was really thrilling

I can't recall particular thoughts or details I want to point out

But a few times I realized I'd clapped my hand over my mouth. I didn't know people really do that, I thought that's just something people in movies do

These new inhumans certainly are pretty creepy

When they were in the room where Jemma was hiding, I was so confused why they couldn't see her

Also Dr Radcliffe is too full of himself

Dammit, I knew Lincoln would die in this episode, but still- Whyyy? I was just stating to REALLY like him

Also Daisy didn't make it any easier not to cry

And that six-months-later scene wasn't what I was looking for. That Daisy left the team

And what the hell does Radcliffe plan to do?

Who is AIDA?

So many questions

But this also means that Fitzsimmons is now at least half a year together, which makes me happy

One of the few things in this episode that made me happy

So, this was me watching AoS season three within 11 days. That was... something. A lot to take in, to think about. I mean we finally got Fitzsimmons. Hive's dead. A lot of other good things happened. But sadly also a lot of bad and not-so-good things. I'm gonna miss Bobbi and Hunter like hell. I already do. (Well, not that I actually miss hell, but I'm gonna miss them really really much). But now to season four. Looking forward to it.

[greyias]

At long last...

baby girl has finally fell ass over tea kettle asleep

A non-comprehensive list of things Ari has accomplished on this longest of days:

Started investigating the Open Hand Temple murders in earnest including interviewing everyone, speaking with the dead, and generally doing 1000x better as a detective than a flying elephant

Located the crypt underneath the temple

Freed the soul of a cursed monk by personally breaking Shar's laughing curse by pure willpower

Found the hidden tunnels underneath the temple and fought a bunch of shapeshifters on the trail of the serial killer

Got drug into the middle of a turf war between two criminal factions

Gave herself the alias Daisy Dewdrop Fluffington to try and outwit a Steel Watchman.

Nearly got arrested and was saved by the Ironhand Gnomes

Found Barcus again! Whose boyfriend tried to rope them into some light domestic terrorism

Ran into some of Astarion's "siblings" who fucked off before we could talk to them

Found another victim of the serial killer, found out it was the serial killer's mama

Visited a brothel, where everyone came onto Ari, and the incest twins tried to convince her and Gale to have an orgy while Gale nearly expired on the spot

Talked to the most useless flying elephant ever and got a pass into the lower city

Accidentally wandered into fantasy!ao3, aka the Elminster's Sexy Library

Astarion kept rolling nat20s on locked doors in a brothel, one of which contained a nymph and a surprise!mindflayer

The nymph gave Ari a +d6 buff to all ability checks, saving throws, and attack rolls for the rest of the day

Talked to Raphael who perved out over the Crown of Karsus

Went with Jaheira to talk to some Harpers and got jumped by more shapeshifters

Did battle with an evil blob disguised as a cow

Got invited to Gortashs's coronation where Wyll had to confont some Daddy issues, Karlach had to not do a murder, and Ari learned they have a spy at camp

Talked to Counselor Florick who we're totes def going to break out of prison any day now (but surprisingly not this day)

Got ambushed by Mizora who decided she's going to just hang around our camp now just because

Went into the Lower City and was immediately beset by a newspaper lady who let them know the National Enquirer was going to to print a smear piece on us

Got banned from the National Enquirer

The one man vampire elf wrecking crew snuck into the National Enquirer to sabotage the presses, and in a fit of petty pique, stole everything not nailed down in the basement.

And then the editor's office for further measure. We're running dangerously low on spell slots at this point.

Talked to the thus far only non-useless member of the Flaming Fists who deputized us to find the serial killer

Talked to a bunch of murdered corpses (some quite sassy) all around the city, investigate some really sketchy ritualistic murders in some basements, and warned several still living potential victims to watch the fuck out.

After all that hard work went to a wine festival to unwind (and warn another murder victim) but PSYCH -- the wine of the intended victim was poisoned and we found our serial killer who dimension doored out leaving us to fight a bunch of his shapeshifting duplicates. Astarion is nearly one hit killed with a sneak attack (now he knows how it feels). The group survives by the skin of their teeth (and burning through scrolls and potions because we REALLY should fucking sleep now), but successfully save all the civilians at the wine festival

But now they have to run across town to a very sassy tailor who we already warned to close up shop but apparently he didn't listen. We arrive literally just in time to stop him from getting his throat slit (and save our Flaming Fist partner) from the serial killer and this seemingly endless well of shapeshifting accomplices

After a long and harrowing fight where every last spell slot is burned, and Ari has to actually use that extra Tasha's Hideous Laughter I was making fun of earlier for crowd control, the serial killer and accomplices are finally defeated and it seems the victims are safe

Ari & co stumble back to the Elfsong Tavern and rent a room, ready to collapse. Ari finally hits the button to long rest

EXCEPT SURPRISE -- Mizora says it's still plot time and tries to get Wyll to sell his soul forever and ever amen in order to have a shortcut to find his dad. Ari's like "we can do this without her" and encourages Wyll to break his pact.

Everyone acts like this is somehow the absolute worst thing and that Wyll has done the absolutely unthinkable and resigned the city to flames and death, and how could you do that to your father Wyll??? Your father would totes want you banished to the hells for eternity my god where is your moral center Wyll??? -- except for fucking Jaheira who was like "I'm pretty sure Wyll's dad wouldn't want his son to sell his soul in exchange for his safety"

Ari falls face first on a pillow in an actual bed for the first time in the game, and sleeps for an eternity. Who knows what the next day will bring