#what is deno

[skyland2703]

Sooo…. A weird thing happened. I asked some friends to do a little digging, and um. Yes indeed, that IS Monica fucking May.

[brucewaynehater101]

Jason Was Never Robin AU

Or Matt Murdock-ing Jason Todd

Jason still steals Batman's tires and gets caught. However, Batman actually takes 5 seconds to verify that the orphanage he's personally dropping a child off is safe. It's an exceptional orphanage well-known for supporting its charges.

The orphanage isn't corrupt. There's no reason for Jason to seek out Batman. Jason never gets adopted.

It's hard for him, incredibly fucking hard for a kid with no family support and no money, but Jason manages to get himself through law school and become a practicing lawyer. He is exceptional at his job, head hunted even before he graduates, but he doesn't sign on with a big name firm.

He easily could have with his skills. Yet, he remembers his dad. He remembers his father struggling to make the bills, trying his best to support his family, and resorting to crime to feed them. Jason was young, but he knows his dad loved him. He remembers a dad that wanted to give him the world but could hardly afford winter clothes. He's heard the scorn others had whispered about the meassures Willis had to take, the judgment of those never in Willis' shoes, and the way the law was set against them. Then, there was the day that Willis never returned. The weeks Jason and his mom waited wondering what happened to Willis while plagued by the sinking feeling that he would've returned if he could.

Jason will never forget his days on streets, the working girls that protected him, and the cops that spit on him. He had to resort to stealing, running, hiding, and bargaining to survive. He lasted by the kindness of others in only slightly better situations than him.

Thus, when Jason is able to take clients, he sets up his own firm in a run-down Crime Alley building.

It's slow going, with the inherent distrust of Crime Alley residents who have been screwed over by the system at every turn, but he gains trust. He helps his neighbors fight greedy landlords, defends people from police misconduct/abuse, and takes cases against major corporations. He's not paid well, working out of a crumbling office and most of the time pro bono, yet he never goes without his basic needs.

Miss Haya drops off the occasional meal after Jason helped her grandson. After saving Samuel's place to live, the man knitted a beautiful turquoise scarf and hat. Mr. Tau replaced all of Jason's office furniture with handcrafted pieces. Sandra fixed up the leaky pipes, and Deno has repatched the electrical a handful of times.

Over time, Jason becomes an integral part of Crime Alley who is known for helping its citizens no matter their profession or opponent. He has hard lines, there are cases he refuses to take, but he can't be bought or threatened. He works with the community and uplifts the organizations that seek to aid and support its citizens.

Hits are constantly taken out on his life (by mobs, gangs, rogues, elites, corporations, and others). He defends himself and his community from these threats even at great cost to himself.

Best of all? Batman isn't welcome in Crime Alley.

Jason Todd is thankful to the man for dropping him off at a decent support system. Yet, Batman is an unchecked enforcement whose main response to Crime Alley is violence or neglect (in this AU). As a lawyer who continuously takes up cases against the GCPD, he takes issue with the fact that no one can hold Batman accountable for his actions.

Thus, Jason's feelings on Batman are complicated. He can appreciate the desire to help. He can understand that some people escape the law and that the system is corrupt. He even acknowledges that the GCPD is not equipped to handle meta humans or certain other threats to public safety (such as the Joker).

Yet, what do they do when Batman goes too far? Even if Gotham could trust Batman to always do what's right, what about the precedent Batman is setting for future vigilantes?

So, Crime Alley doesn't welcome Batman. They don't support him and may even harass him if he passes the border into that section.

[worrywarwrites]

LET'S TALK COSTUMES YALL!

I don't completely understand the dislike of the Wembley production too well (It's a non-replica production yall, for what it is it's a lot of fun!) but I have seen that a major point of contention for people seems to be the costumes, so I wanted to create a post discussing why I think they are done very well.

First off, they are wonderfully colorful- one of the things that always concerns me in costuming is a disappearance of color in favor of darker neutral colors, but even the characters that have closer to neutral pallets- Rusty, Momma, the Components- all still have elements of color within their designs, and different textures and shapes to make them visually interesting. As this musical is a dream being had by a little kid, the colors also help reflect this as well- Control is an imaginative child, whose made up world reflects that.

The three main engines (Rusty, Greaseball, Electra) all have very distinct appearances, marking them as principal figures and representative of the three different types of engine we see- diesel, steam, and electric. All three have unique color pallets and silhouettes- the exception being Rusty, who shares similar design elements with Momma (though not quite the same colors). The are the main three racers the story revolves around, and they stand out accordingly.

The thing about the other costumes that interests me, however, is how despite the fact that the rest of the characters in the show are all different colors (with the exception of the Components, whose costumes denote them as a group unique to Electra), there are certain design elements used on the other engines, coaches, and freights that helps denote them as such.

The champion engines are the easiest example here- they all have identical costume elements, just done in different colors. All of them have fin-like hairstyles, and identical plating: shoulder pieces that when an actors hands are at their sides can stretch up to their ears, a rounded breastplate with the symbol of the engine in question, and two pieces for the legs.

The coaches also have this- despite being a myriad of colors and having elements unique to their design, they are a couple through lines- namely a piece around the waist than fans out similar to a skirt, and padding on the shoulders (except for Pearl, but she's got other stuff going on there). They also have more form fitting pieces on their legs- similar more to regular pants or leggings, which makes the detail at the waist and the padding at the shoulders the widest parts of the silhouette.

The freights also have a very similar construction of their costumes- oversized pants and large vests with shoulder plating, and then smaller pieces for the arms- they all very clearly do the same job, despite being different colors and with different patterns (Hydra is not an exception to this, but there are subtle differences signifying how he differs from the others- the plating on his arms is not as bulky as the others, the colors on his pants are inverted, and the vest comes down to his waist rather than stopping below his ribs, giving a smoother silhouette and less bulky appearance, to name a few examples).

And of course, the Components- all trucks like the freight, but their main job in the show isn't what they carry- it's to make Electra look good. As such, they all very clearly fit Electra's aesthetic in a way that none of the other coaches or freight fit the other engines- complementary silver and white to their blue and silver, with the only personalization their belts and the shape of the protrusions from their plating. (They aren't the focus of the next picture but I love it too much not to put here in some fashion.)

All of this is deliberate attention to detail- as the majority of theatre-goers are not going to be intimately familiar with the characters, and the train types, and the roles, and the story, and- you get the idea. The shapes of a character's costume helps denote them into a group- if nothing else, an audience member can tell you "oh, that's an engine" or "that's freight". It also helps people sitting further away to track the action a little better- costume details and textures will become invisible at a distance, but bright colors, large shapes and consistent silhouettes help everyone have a good time.

So, if you didn't know anything about the musical, what could you tell me about the trains in this picture?

[ace-donovan]

It was almost over. 

The gang had nearly pinpointed the location of Deucalion and his lieutenant who had been stalking Bev for a while now. Ace felt peace that he hadn’t held in such a long time. It was almost over and soon he’d be able to take his family out of the city for good. He’d be able to see Abigail more. He’d be able to have her spend crucial time with her stepmother and brother. She’d be able to be a bigger part of her unborn sibling’s life. This is what he wanted. 

Warren sat beside Ace—a large map of the city laid before them on the table. Warren was tapering off crosses across the canva. It seemed random but each point had a purpose as they narrowed their area of pursuit. 

Ace wanted to go out with a bang, so to speak. He didn’t just want to be the reason Deucalion and Santiago went to prison. He wanted to bring their entire organization down. 

“We’re getting there, bro,” Warren said with a smile as he looked at Ace. Warren looked down, the buzzing of his phone seemed to startle him. He suddenly looked puzzled. “Why is he calling me?”  

Warren pulled the phone up to his ear, ready to speak, but before he could, the voice on the other end spoke in a hushed voice. 

“Don’t let him know it’s me. Go somewhere privately.”  

“Hey, were you trying to call Audrey?” Warren said with a laugh, trying to play off the confusion he had before answering the call. He mouthed “one moment” to Ace as he got up from the chair and walked out of the room, holding his composure as he went. 

Out in the hall, he went until he found a closet room, and closed the door behind him in the small space. “Eli?” he finally said the caller’s name, his heart racing in his throat. “What is going on?”

“Locke Studios was attacked. Dallas was shot multiple times. I don’t know if he’ll make it. The ambulance is on the way now… but Warren, Bev is hurt real bad too. I need you to calmly tell Ace and get him over there…NOW.” 

Warren didn’t even realize he was walking back to the office as Eli spoke. By the time Eli was shouting “now,” Warren was already in the room, staring Ace in the face. Ace was trying to read his expression. 

“What’s wrong?” Ace said calmly, but there was fear creasing in eyes. He walked to Warren as he ended the call. 

“It’s… it’s Bev,” Warren said, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. 

It didn’t matter.  There was no calm manner to say this. There were no right words. 

Ace was out of the office in a heartbeat. The middle Donovan sibling was the fastest. And today that was his advantage. He ran from the building and down the street, his feet barely touching the pavement. It was only three blocks from Locke Studios. He chose this space for that very reason. Faster and faster he went, pushing his body to run its limit so he could get to his wife.

The thoughts flooding his mind were cruel. Echoes of the nightmares he had been having for months. His heart was racing, beating so loudly in his throat and ears. He could barely hear the desperate screams of his lungs. And then he heard it, the sound of the siren. Faster he went, the shop in sight now. 

The nightmare was bleeding through reality now. He got to the front door and pushed it open. Briggs and Deno were there, Deno holding his hands over the wounds on Dallas while Briggs stayed by Bev. 

“Baby?” Ace cried with alarm, falling beside her and pulling her into his arms. She was unconscious. “Baby, baby? Wake up. You gotta wake up for me.”  With a trembling hand, he brushed her bloody hair out of her face. 

The doors flung open and then EMS was rushing towards them. Selfishly, Ace wanted her saved first. Dallas had been shot twice, but Bev? Bev was his everything. “She’s pregnant,” Ace said, catching the attention of them as they tried to evaluate where to begin. They stopped at Bev to assess her injuries. Just then another team of EMS came rushing to Dallas. 

Ace knew then that prison was too kind for Deucalion and Santiago. They deserved death.

[apothecaryscript]

“The Apothecary Diaries” Season 2 Final PV / 『薬屋のひとりごと』第2期ファイナルPV

Please note that the English sentences are just my translation.

高順「壬氏様」

Gaoshun “Jinshi-sama.”

Gaoshun “Master Jinshi.”

壬氏「……毒…？まさか…！」

Jinshi “……Doku…? Masaka…!”

Jinshi “……Poison…? It can’t be…!”

『新章開幕（しんしょうかいまく）――』

『Shinsho kaimaku――』

『New chapter begins――』

壬氏「後宮内に毒物を持ち込もうとした者がいる」

Jinshi “Kokyu-naini dokubutsu’o mochi-komoto shita monoga iru.”

Jinshi “There is someone who tried to bring poisons into the rear palace.”

猫猫「偶然が重なり必然となった、あの事件に似ている…！行かなければ！」

Maomao “Guzenga kasanari hitsuzento natta, ano jikenni niteiru…! Ikanakereba!”

Maomao “It’s similar to that incident where a series of coincidences made it inevitable…! I must go!”

『新たな謎解きの幕が上がる（あらたななぞときのまくがあがる）――』

『Aratana nazo-tokino makuga agaru――』

『The curtain is rising on a new mystery――』

『真珠の涙（しんじゅのなみだ）』

『Shinjuno namida』

『Pearl tears』

猫猫「真珠の涙とはどういうことでしょう？」

Maomao “Shinjuno namida-towa do-iu-koto desho?”

Maomao “What do you mean by ‘pearl tears’?”

『特使の来訪（とくしのらいほう）』

『Tokushino raiho』

『Visit of the envoys』

壬氏「特使たちは一体何を考えているんだ…？」

Jinshi “Tokushi-tachiwa ittai nani’o kangaete-irunda…?”

Jinshi “What on earth are the envoys thinking…?”

『北からの異臭（きたからのいしゅう）』

『Kita-karano ishu』

『Strange smell from the north』

猫猫「ん？何だこの匂い」

Maomao “N? Nanda kono nioi.”

Maomao “Hmm? What’s this smell?”

高順「この匂いは…！」

Gaoshun “Kono nioiwa…!”

Gaoshun “This smell is…!”

『やがて様々な事件が交差し（やがてさまざまなじけんがこうさし）――』

『Yagate sama-zamana jikenga kosa-shi――』

『Various incidents cross by and by, and――』

猫猫「中祀での暗殺未遂事件は、多くの人間が関わっている可能性が高い」

Maomao “Chushi-deno ansatsu-misui-jikenwa, ookuno ningenga kakawatte-iru kanoseiga takai.”

Maomao “It is likely that many people were involved in the assassination attempt in the medium ceremony.”

『国を揺るがす大事件を引き起こす（くにをゆるがすだいじけんをひきおこす）』

『Kuni’o yurugasu dai-jiken’o hiki-okosu.』

『Cause major incident that will shake the nation.』

『その鍵を握るのは（そのかぎをにぎるのは）――』

『Sono kagi’o nigiru-nowa――』

『The person who holds the key is――』

猫猫「壬氏様…一体何者なんだろう…」

Maomao “Jinshi-sama… Ittai nani-mono nan-daro…”

Maomao “Master Jinshi… Who on earth is he…?”

皇帝「この後行くところへついてきて欲しいんだ」

Kotei “Kono-ato iku-tokoro’e tsuite-kite-hoshiinda.”

Emperor “I want you to follow me to the place where I go after this.”

男「お気を付けください」

Otoko “Oki’o tsuke-kudasai.”

Man “Please be careful.”

壬氏「わかっている」

Jinshi “Wakatte-iru.”

Jinshi “I know.”

♪例えば僕が僕じゃなければ、君が君じゃなければ…♪

♪Tatoeba bokuga bokuja nakereba, kimiga kimija nakereba…♪

♪For example, if I weren’t me, if you weren’t you…♪

『エンディングテーマ「幸せのレシピ」平井大（avex trax）』

『Endingu tēma ‘Shiawaseno Recipi’ Hirai Dai (Ēvekkusu torakkusu)』

『Ending Theme ‘Recipe for Happiness’ by Dai Hirai (avex trax)』

皇帝「朕の花園を手入れする庭師であろう？お前は」

Kotei “Chinno hanazono’o teire-suru niwashide aro? Omaewa.”

Emperor “After all, you’re the gardener maintaining my flower garden.”

高順「特別な方しか身に着けられない物ですから、大切にしてください」

Gaoshun “Tokubetsuna kata-shika mini tsuke-rarenai mono desu-kara, taisetsuni shite kudasai.”

Gaoshun “It’s something only special individuals can wear, so please take care of it.”

壬氏「妙なところで鈍いあの女官でも、そろそろ気づくはずだ…俺の正体に。もしくは既に…。だったら気が楽なんだが…」

Jinshi “Myona tokorode nibui ano nyokan-demo, soro-soro kizuku-hazuda…oreno shotaini. Moshikuwa sudeni… Dattara kiga raku nan-daga…”

Jinshi “Even that court lady who is obtuse at strange points should soon realize…my true identity. Or maybe she has already… I’ll feel better then, though.”

「妙なところで鈍い」 I couldn’t find the best translation for this phrase.

鈍い(にぶい/Nibui): insensitive, dull, slow

妙なところで(みょうなところで/Myona tokorode): at the strange place, somewhere strange

“Even that court lady who is insensitive strangely to something” might be better…?

壬氏「いつまでも…黙っておくわけには…」

Jinshi “Itsumademo…damatte-oku-wake-niwa…”

Jinshi “(I can’t) keep quiet forever…”

♪…世界が結局ほら好きなんだ♪

♪…Sekaiga kekkyoku hora suki-nanda♪

♪…I love the world after all♪

『薬屋のひとりごと　1月10日（金）よる11時40分放送開始…』

『Kusuriya no Hitori-goto Ichi-gatsu tooka (kin) yoru ju-ichi-ji yonjuppun hoso-kaishi…』

『The Apothecaries Diaries　 Broadcast will begin on Friday, January 10th at 11:40 p.m…』

[shesasimp]

Coral Island- Semeru Oneshot- Feel the Love

“Come here and let me hold you. I need to feel the love I’ve been missing all day.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close against his chest. I laid my ear against his pec, listening to the steady beat of his heart as we stood to the side of our bed.

Semeru had spent all day out, training the other soldiers of the merfolk kingdom. Even though he has Deno to help him in his duties, he still always comes home tired after his day away. He only goes once a week, so I can’t complain too much, but that doesn't mean I don’t miss him.

We’ve only been living together a month now. It’s been an adjustment, that's for sure. Semeru was so used to being alone his entire life. I remember back on how he opened up to me about his birth, all alone in the middle of the ocean. He was so grateful to have been taken in, and in a  way he made the barracks his home. I’m grateful he chose to make the farm his new home.

“What’s got that pretty head of yours working so hard?” He gently brushed my hair behind my ear, looking into my eyes with an intensity that made my belly warm. I looked down, covering my eyes with my bangs to hide my blush. 

“Just thinking about how great it’s been, having you around the farm.” I felt his hand across the side of my neck, putting pressure on the bottom of my cheek with his thumb. He lifted my head to look him in the eyes, his beautiful ocean orbs reminding me of the color of Poseidon’s shell. 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, Darling.” He gently brushed my lips with his own, holding me in place with his hand on my neck. I pushed back against his lips harder, wanting to be as close and as intimate with him as possible right now. Before I had the chance to take it further, he pulled his lips away. Mine instinctively tried to follow, but he placed his thumb back over my lip to steady me. I slowly opened my eyes to see his half lidded ones staring at his thumb over my lips. I took the opportunity to take his thumb into my mouth, keeping eye contact as I ran my tongue over the tip. I could see the size of his pupils dilate at the action. It caused the warmth in my belly to boil over, almost too much to handle. 

“Baby,” His raspy voice came out in a heated breath. “You’re playing with fire here. I still need to shower, and get the evening chores done.” I let his thumb go with a pop from my lips, licking them in a suggestive manner to put on a little show. 

“Sounds to me like you could use some help.. cleaning up.” I eyed him up and down, not even bothering to hide my longing gaze over his chest peeking out from his blue shirt. I placed my hand on the bare skin, slightly running my fingers under the soft fabric. 

He quickly grabbed my hand and pressed it harder against his chest, the feel of his heart beating more prominent than before This caused me to startle, looking back up into his lust-filled eyes. 

“I suppose the chores can wait.” He lifted me up, throwing me on our bed before I could even respond. I let out a fit of giggles as he brought himself down over me, covering me in his scent of ocean water and sea salt. He ran his hand up the back of my head, gripping my hair and pulling my head to the side to expose my neck. I felt his hot breath along my skin, sending goosebumps up my flesh in its wake. “On the other hand, I cannot wait.” He had his shirt off before I could blink. The sight left me speechless, causing him to smirk. I took the opportunity to flip him over, getting myself on top of him. It was his turn to be left speechless as I leaned myself down over his ear.

“Fortunately for you, My Love, you don’t have to wait any longer.”

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

18 with naomi deno/wagon toqger? let the train girls kiss

Anon. This is an incredible idea. (Although when I first read it I thought you'd said "let the trans girls kiss," which is also something I'm very in support of and can also absolutely be true here. In fact, it should be and it is. They're both trans. Tama Daimyojin and Hermes, god of travelers, appeared to me in a vision and told me so.)

18. a kiss while laughing

The Den-Liner pulls up at the station, and Ryuutaros, looking out the window, says, "Hey, what's that train, it looks pretty cool," and Naomi's head jerks up from her romance novel as she says, "There's another train here?"

"Yeah, it's all bright colors, it's way more interesting than ours."

"Owner! I'm going on my break!"

Owner looks up from his own newspaper in surprise. "You're--ah, is that the Rainbow Line I see?"

Five minutes later, Owner and the Conductor of the Rainbow Line and his weird little puppet are having some kind of incomprehensible conversation, like they always do when they run into each other, and Naomi hurries across the dusty platform and bursts into the dining car of the Rainbow Line with a shout of, "Wagon!"

Wagon's in the middle of taking a selfie, obviously, but upon Naomi's entrance she hops up from her seat with a little coo, and a moment after that Naomi's feet are several inches off the ground as Wagon picks her up and hugs her. "Aiyahhh, Naomi-chan! It's been ages! Have you read any good books lately?"

"Tons, you?"

"Oh, yes, so many, would you like to trade?"

"Absolutely, please. Come over and have a coffee, I want to show you something."

Urataros stands up from his seat when they get back onto the Den-Liner, and Naomi makes a jerky little hands-off gesture and hisses at him, which startles him so badly that he nearly falls over trying to sit down again. Wagon doesn't even notice, just looks around the interior of the car. "It always looks so nice in here."

"You think so? Honestly I think it's sort of boring, but then, I guess I'm used to it. Check it out, though, I finally got Owner to buy me a new espresso machine and a milk steamer, you want a latte?"

"Oh, but that's so exciting, you know I never have good coffee around since almost all of our passengers are children. I'd love a latte."

Naomi immediately starts fussing with the machine, making Wagon a double shot of the nicest espresso and steaming and frothing the milk. "Ok, so, come over here and watch this."

Wagon leans up on the counter, watching as Naomi pours and pauses and pours and pauses and fusses with a coffee stirrer and--

"There you go! Latte art!"

There's a beat, and then two pink spots glow in the heart of Wagon's face. "It's me!"

"Yeah!" Naomi grins at her. "I even gave it your little bow tie. Here, try it!"

"Oh, but I don't want to ruin the little--it smells so good, though." After a pause, Wagon delicately picks up the cup and takes a sip. "It's delicious!"

Then, of course, she wants to learn how to do it, so she comes around behind the counter and Naomi demonstrates. Wagon's first attempt at frothing goes very badly, she lifts the wand out too early and the milk sort of explodes. The second time works out fine, and then there's the careful pouring, and then Wagon picks up a stirring stick and her hand blurs.

When it stills, Naomi looks down into the cup and says, "Oh my god it's me, you got my little hair flip and everything! How did you get my nose that perfect?"

Wagon shrugs. "I had to get it right, your nose is so cute. Oh, but you have a little bit of--" and she leans forward and kisses a dot of milk froth off the tip of Naomi's nose as Naomi giggles and tries incoherently to protest.

They spend the next forty-five minutes making increasingly ridiculous lattes for everyone (including a very small one for Ticket which Naomi refuses to watch him drink), and they swap stacks of romance novels and kiss a few more times, and then Conductor starts making noises about schedules and Naomi rolls her eyes. "I really can't imagine working somewhere with such a strict timetable."

"Well, your train does make its own tracks, Naomi-chan, we have to share with lots of other trains and some of them are so inconsiderate if you're even a little bit late."

"Right, I guess that's true." Naomi makes a face and then rises up on her toes to kiss the side of Wagon's heart-shaped faceplate one more time. "I'd say call me, but half the time we're in places that don't even have signal."

"I'll text you, then you can get them all at once when you do have signal. Here," and Wagon's arm wraps around Naomi's waist, "let's take one selfie, for the line."

--and then, of course, they lose five more minutes playing with filters and stickers and picture effects, until Conductor has to cough very loudly to get Wagon's attention so that they can get to the next station on time.

Naomi's phone pings right after the Rainbow Line pulls out of the station, and she opens it, saves the selfie, and makes it her phone background.

"So. Ah."

She whirls on Urataros with a dangerous squint. "Yes, Ura?"

Urataros rears back very slightly. "Could I possibly borrow one of your new novels to read?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure, absolutely, Wagon always picks up really fun ones, you want yuri or a BL or something straight?"

[skatermusic]

Semeru: Stop right there! Identify yourself, land dweller!

Farmer: You're hot! (Realizes what they just said) O.O

Deno: (raised eyebrow)

Semeru: Bold of you to assume flattery will earn my trust.

[captaincapsicle83]

In The Heights

Sam Wilson x Reader

A/N: The end is so cheesy and I love it 🤭

Summary: You don't like heights. You don't even like going up the elevator in Stark Towers. So your hero friends with the ability of flight, Tony, Falcon, Rhodey, and mayhe even Steve since he's always jumping out of planes, they find this the most amusing. Bruce understands, he doesn't like heights either. Good old Bruce.

Sam, and Steve are taking Bucky to Coney Island, and want you to come along. You have a blast with the games and such, but when Sam convinces you to go up the Ferris Wheel...

Warnings: Cursing, fear of heights? Is that a warning, maybe a few sexual implications if you squint real hard

Sam Wilson x Reader, Avengers x Platonic! Reader, Steve Rogers x Platonic! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic! Reader. Tony Stark x Reader Platonic! Bruce Banner x Reader Platonic!



"I'm not making fun of you," Tony laughs, Bruce shaking his head.

"Yes, but you are," Bruce defends you. Tony laughs again, squeezing your shoulders. "No hard feelings?"

No, there weren't and he knew as such. Your fear of being up high came up at Tony's offer to let you take the suit for a test run. The joking in the hallway was what followed.

The three of you were in Tony's kitchen, late at night, past 3.

"Bagel?" You hear Tony ask, and you go to decline, but you are stopped when it smacks you in the face.

"Wow, okay," Bruce laughs, taking a bite of an uncooked pop tart. You had all been working in the lab all day, and as you normally did, you were unwinding in the kitchen. It was around 2 am, but you weren't exactly being quiet.

"Okay, nobody cry, but I have to bail tomorrow," Tony says, and you set up the bagel you didn't want before, but actually kinda wanted now. "Morgan has her first ballet recital. Promised I would make it."

You and Bruce aww, and you pop your bagel into the microwave.

"Well, I have a dinner tomorrow," Bruce admits bashfully.

"Oh, ho, ho," Tony laughs, you adding, "Good luck on getting laid."

Bruce nearly chokes on his poptart, and you pat his back in reassurance. "Use protection buddy."

"What about yo- Are you microwaving a bagel?" You look at Tony confused, before realizing you were indeed cooking your bagel in the microwave. No plate either, just straight on the microwave plate inside it.

"Oh my god," you shake your head, taking it out, and then dropping it on the floor. It was hot.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Bruce laughs as he helps you discard of your ruined treat.

"Yeah, probably," you shake your head at yourself. "You guys go to bed too. I do not want 72 hour Tony to make a comeback."

"Yes dear, of course," Tony nods solemnly as you walk out of the kitchen to your own bedroom in the compound.

You woke up the next morning, rolling over in your bed to che k the time on your phone.

11:47 [am]

"Early," you muttered to yourself.

You tried to cover your face with the pillow, blocking out the sunlight streaming through your blinds.

"Miss L/n?" A female A.I voice comes out through your ceiling. "You have a message."

Your eyes squint up at the ceiling, in confused thought.

"Would you like to hear it?" FRIDAY asked.

"Who's it from."

"From Mr. Wilson recorded on the 90th floor kitchen area 11 minutes ago."

"...okay, what's the message Fri?"

"He would like you to meet him, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Rogers downstairs in an hour. On the 90th floor," She clarifies the last part.

"Why?"

"It was not said in the message."

"Yeah, but you listen to us 24/7, what are they doing?"

"I believe they've spoken of going to Deno's Wonder Wheel Amusement Park this afternoon."

Oh great, you think, pulling yourself out of bed. To be fair, you had absolutely nothing better to do with your day.

Might as well have a little fun.



"Your Captain America! Just do it!" You insist.

"It's not fair," Steve says. God damn him, and god damn his morals. You wanted that fucking turtle.

Bucky came back from the snack stand with Sam, handing you a thing of fries.

"Oh, good, Bucky, you don't have morals," his brow furrows at your words, opening his mouth to say something, when you start speaking again. "That. You throw the balls at the jars, knock them all down, you wij the big turtle."

"I could do that no problem," Bucky shrugs.

"Good heres five dollars," you hand it to him, and take his slushie. Steve looks annoyed, but follows Bucky to the tent. Probably to keep guard, or maybe just stare at him. Steve was weird like that.

You take a sip of Bucky's slushie when your sure he's not looking, turning to Sam.

"I feel like we're third wheeling on their date," Sam groans, motioning towards the two by the tent. You giggle at the thought.

"Probably are," you take another sip of the blue sludge. "Must've invited me so you didn't feel too lonely."

"I wanted to invite you," Sam says off-handley. "Good thing I did."

The sun was setting and the ride and games were glowing in bright colors all around you.

The four of you walked, ride to ride, you clutching your giant turtle plush, and much smaller stuffed seagull as you walked.

"That! We're doing the Ferris Wheel," Sam takes your prizes from your hand, giving them to Bucky. "You two can sit on a bench and stare into each other's eyes or whatever."

Before you can protest, and you seemed to be the only one who was going to, Sam had dragged you up to the line.

"Are you sure? It's high?"

"Huh? Yeah, no, it's such a great view."

You could feel your stomach turning cartwheels, and your breathing was shaky. You put on a smile, saying, "Oh, I bet."

Maybe I should say something, You thought as you nervously waited in line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now at the very front of the line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now in the seat, moving upwards.

Up.

"Look how beautiful," Sam marveled. You tried to grip the bar in front of you, to hold steady, but you rocked the cart a little, causing your heart to stop beating.

"Car- Hey, are you good," Sam looked at you, puzzled. You looked about ready to have a panic attack as you now clutched the side of the cart.

"Maybe I should've said something," you start, trying to look away before realizing that was a shit idea. Sam looked into your eyes waiting for an answer. "I don't really...do heights."

Sam looked at you for a minute, and you were worried. Worried he would think you were babyish, and stupid. He laughed, and you feared the worst. "You should've said that before we got up here."

You were over halfway up. You breaths were short and heavy, but as you released one tight grip, from your left hand, you felt Sam clutch it tightly.

"You gonna be fine?" You nodded at his words. You didn't look at the sights around you, as it made you queasy. Instead, you looked at Sam.

You took in his sweet face, and his chocolate brown eyes. His hand was soft and warm wrapped around yours.

As if feeling your stare, he turned back to you with a crooked grin.

"Preparing for the worst?" You were confused for a second, before realizing.

You stopped, and it scared you more than it should've. Here you were, at the top, higher than ever.

You took a hesitant look at the sights around you. It could be beautiful. The lights, the structures, the bustling nature. All you could think about was falling to your immediate death.

"You scared?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," You admit. It always felt good to say it.

"I have an idea to keep your mind off it," you turn away from the sights, and face him to further inquire.

You feel his lips warm and gentle against yours as his hands hold your face gently. You melt into his kiss.

Suddenly, the heights weren't so bad.

[omnikid6]

Mystery kids remake comic pt 19 episode 2

Dipper Pines: It worked!!! Guys, they need to be broken, do you hear?

Kris Dreemurr: we hear

(and all of them, take apart all the mirrors, one by one, and Coraline reflects all the attacks, which makes Nightmule angry and raises a large hand and hits the ground, which causes crystal spikes to shoot straight at Coraline and...)

Silver: do you mind

(And Silver reflects Nightmule's spikes)

Silver: Don't mind if I help you.

Coraline Jones: No, I don't mind.

Nightmule: What!!! How did you...

(And suddenly a liana swooped down and grabbed a large hand.It turns out that Maize is in the same place with the rest of those who were released)

Nightmule: No!!!

Prophetbot: Niko! quickly follow me together Calamus

Niko: I need your help Ralsei and you friends are working as a fool

Ralsei: Porcel

Lili Zanotto: And what did we do according to you?

(And all five go to their appointments, meanwhile Mystery kids and dark friends fight demons)

Niko: So, Prophetbot, what kind of spell do you need?

Prototype: It's about time!!

Ralsei: Wait, first you need to know where the urn is

Prophetbot: Thief, before you

(And he calls his staff, and hits the ground, and it flies apart and shows a pictogram, which causes shock to the others)

Ralsei: Ogo

Prototype: this is it Prophetbot

Prophetbot: For, well, so Niko you go there,

Niko: Okey

Prophetbot: So, you go there. And you soda, and please, not the original from the prec, Okay

Prototype: Ish gi gave orders.

Prophetbot: And before that, when I ask for a spell you have to do

(And they all do)

Prophetbot: Great, now close your eyes, I'm starting Demaa, demo, demalay, demo, ou-ou demo demo deno china, Kitah

(they all stand motionless)

Prophetbot: Demo, dema, demo, demo, demo, demo, demas a Teo

Coraline Jones: What is he singing? Not the best time!!

Dipper Pines: Just the opposite, look

(And Dipper points to Niko, who starts to glow like the Astolians)

Dipper Pines: They succeed

Lili Zanotto: Then let them continue

(They are still fighting, and George and Alula are in a safe place praying for salvation.)

Prophetbot: demo, demo, demo, demo, demo. Demaaaaaaaaaa Case, demo, demo, dema, rumor doh dema, do demo case AAA

(And the five begin to glow and summon a huge beam)

[ghostiewriter]

Elame got on that set, befriended everyone and ruined every single relationship she could put her hands on: Rudy and Teo, Rudy and Madison, Rudy and Madelyn, Rudy and the rest of the cast, Rudy and the producers, Rudy and JD's family who treated him like a son, her own friendship with Lilah Pate, probably her family's friendship with the Pate's family, Madelyn and Kate McDuffie's friendship and Madison and Hunter Deno's friendship (who now are magically HER friends after the Maddies are not, what a coincidence)... the only thing left for her to do is to estrange Rudy from his own family and ruin that as well, then it's the big finale.

I am mad as fuck with Rudy for ALLOWING all this to get ruined, but as someone who saw a dear friend of 15 years get lost and isolated in a toxic and manipulative relationship EXACTLY LIKE THIS AND WITH NO WAY TO HEAR IT FROM ANYONE, I am also saddened to see it happening.

One day that boy is gonna have the harshest wake up call of his life and realize how she ruined him.

it’s truly insane how much shit behind the scenes has been effected by this girl🙃

[thirdpl]

Deno: aight, what y’all wanna eat?

Sid: you buyin?

[lucy-water]

This a gift from my friend Denos (Twiiter: @denossu; Ins: denos.baa)

Some private and steamy time between Prussia and Lady Austria!

I'm not entirely sure what is exactly the story behind this art. So viewers, just let your imagination go wild : )))

[starzzmissthesun]

I'm here to hear!!!! Please rant about whatever you want cause I want to know everything abt this fic

Hii!!! So first and foremost I made a basic post about this and the characters' roles a while a go here,->

But I'll go into more depth now, because I have the full idea of exactly how it'll all go, though I still want to keep some stuff secret just cause it'll be more fun for y'all I think. As I said, this isn't going to exactly follow the plot of preachers daughter, but I will be using the main themes and subjects surrounding it, along with ones to do with the individual identities of reg + barty. This is set in Louisiana between 1995-1999, though there are memories to when they were kids(but not very often). Sirius is about 10 years older than reg and left the family when reg was just 8. And once his dad died 2 years later, his mother (who was already dealing with some issues) falls completely grief stricken and falls further into her mental illness, leaving Regulus to take care of both of them for her. Barty and reg used to be friends when they were quite young, but the first few years after orions death kept Regulus quite busy and he was kept home by his mom most of the time to "protect him" so they grew distanced. Eventually they got competitive with their schooling and all that. So this is where we pick up the story, Regulus is on his first day of grade 10, and because it's such a small town, they're in all the same classes. Now, the things I used from the story of PD especially were the different parental relationships, generational trauma(for both of them, but shown in VERY different ways), religious trauma(specifically Catholic because that's what I grew up in so it's the deno. I know best, but also. Cults. ), lots and LOTS of fate, the American Dream and pressures from it. This story is very dark and is very horror adjacent, but more so in an eery "some things not right" , disturbing kind of way, though there are some VERY in your face moments that are used for very specific reasons. The main settings for this is the small (made up) town of St peters louisiana, a road trip up the east coast, Nebraska (😧), Helena Montana, and California. There is SO SO SO much foreshadowing and metaphors/symbols I've hidden all over the place. Like genuinely, every thing they do or don't do is incredibly intentional for each character and themes. There is extreme foreshadowing within just the first few chapters. Anyways, any other questions, feel free to shoot another ask!! Also I will be putting out the pintrest board I made for it soon(which has lots of main plot points littered throughout it), and the chapter by chapter playlist because each chapter has a specific song. It's gonna veryyy long, ive still got the last quarter give or take to finish drafting out and I'm at 53 chapters so far. Anyways! I've started writing it finally cause I've been drafting this out for the last 4 months🙏 but, yeah, any thing else at all you're curious about to do with this send me an ask cause it my favourite thing ever😭

[oddlyhale]

You ok hale? I saw the recent post from the person criticizing your male Yang and I was baffled he went there to just complain…

Honestly I didn’t see what’s wrong with the art: you were just creating something fun in your AU.

I never did understand why anyone would go that far to hate something. (I don’t like Jaune harem stories so I move on instead of…that nonsense)

Regardless I hope you are doing better.

I'm okay. I've been under the weather this week and still think about my brother often. It was his birthday last month so it still stings me, but I'm overall fine.

I've seen this person before and he's more of a pain in the ass to Celtic Phoenix than to me. He's a huge FRWBY hater and wants to do his own thing to Fix FRWBY, or something like that. Sounds like he's just spiteful towards Celtic for no reason, other than he's a RWBY fanboy who hates that a fan project became popular.

From what I've read on Reddit, this Deno guy wanted to make a genderbent AU of RWBY for his RWBY rewrite. He was criticized as to why that wouldn't be a good idea and has been bitter about it since. I don't mind if people want to genderbend characters, but I can see what the critics are coming from too.

Also the Deno guy made light of RT's transphobia, so that's all I need to know about him. :/

[bosses-stay-flawless]

I think the cows were mean mugging me lol, they looked at me like ION know you, you fed us some hay, now get out of our pasture🐄🐮😂

They ran back down the hill when I told them they better CHILL, I know a couple of aliens that will beam them up real quick.

Happy Wednesday: The word for the day was gonna be Deno, but I decided to shout out the cows!!! 🐄

No, I haven’t gone crazy, it’s just that the real word for today is FUN, because that’s what we’re having…