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How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) dir. Ron Howard

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Revamp has slowed

Due to some real life unexpectancies, my revamp to my new blog has been slowed down, but only on the front of getting starters and headcanons up and written about my muses. Find me over at my new baby - @themusechronicles - with my cleaner tag system and everything. See you guys soon!

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On Air Shenanigans (Series Masterlist)

A hilariously ridiculous non powered AU ft hot but dumb weatherman Bucky, gorgeous but terrible sports anchor Steve and done with their shit but hopelessly in love Station Manager Tony. 

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PREQUEL: First We Flirt– (AO3 Link) Meet the boys before they met each other, and get the background scoop on how the hell Pepper ended up giving Sam a chance at love. 

PART ONE: Secret Santa Shenanigans– Bucky and Steve have been hooking up for a while and now they have their sights set on their station manager Tony. Planning a perfect Secret Santa gift takes the complete power of their last two braincells and a heaping dose of patience from Tony, but it’s Christmas and that means lots of smooching beneath the mistletoe. 

PART TWO: Cupid Comes a’Calling– Our faves are dating but still trying to navigate a first official Valentines Day together. Gear up for unfortunate lube incidents, dick jokes, terrible plans and spontaneous love confessions. 

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Fairest of Them All (Stuckony)(Snow White ABO Au!)

(A sneak peek at my upcoming Snow White!ABO!AU ft. Omega!Tony as the Fairest of Them All, Huntsmen!Alpha!Bucky and Prince Charming!Alpha!Steve)

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A child born of iron

Marked by the stars fall

An Omega to end to the Winter

The Fairest of Them All

“Tell me a story, Jarvis.”

“And what story do you want to hear, Little Prince?”

“The one about the witch!”

“Tony, you have been hearing that story every night for years now! You have it memorized! Surely a big, seven year old boy wants to hear about dragons and adventures, not witches and spells.”

“No no no! Tell me the witch one! And about the prince born when the stars fell!”

“Alright then.” A creak as the elderly Beta settled into the chair next his Prince’s bed, and a fond sigh as the child gathered covers up to his chin so only his nose and big brown eyes were peeking out. “Are you ready?”

“M’ready.”

“A long, long time ago,” Jarvis began. “In a kingdom far far away, a very evil Alpha made a bargain with a very wicked witch. You see, the Alpha  wasn’t content to be the King’s assistant, he wanted to be King himself and asked the witch to use her magic to make it so.”

“And she agreed, but only if they bound their souls so he could never turn against her!” Tony blurted excitedly. “So they made a blood pact!”

Jarvis frowned. “Who’s telling the story, Tony?”

“Sorry.”

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Most everyone I know ooc is aware that I'm not a religious person. Not a religious bone in my body after all I've been through, honestly. And while I believe in a higher power, to me, religion is a fallacy and not worth the crap it tends to cause those around me. I've been told finding religion heals you, and yet all it has done to me is hurt and slam doors shut that I'm exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally from trying to open. To everyone I know who has religion, please don't judge me for how I feel or see things. I'm sorry if my "lack of faith" offends you, but that's just how I feel about the subject and there's little that could change my mind at this point.

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The Captain and the Syren

He didn’t believe in mermaids. Really he didn’t. The idea of a half woman half fish living in the sea and luring sailors to their deaths was laughable, ludicrous even.

So when the townspeople had warned him to stay away from the rocks, had told him of the monsters that roamed the shallows, of the mermaids who sang their deadly song… the Captain had rolled his eyes and finished his ale and set off anyway.

He didn’t believe in mermaids. Really he didn’t.

Which was fine, because mermaid didn’t seem the right word for the creature staring up at him.

She was both lovely and horrifying, and even though his eyes were first drawn to her bare breasts, he was instantly distracted by her hair draping wet across her shoulders and down her back. He could not look away from the curve of her waist, from the glistening skin that blended seamlessly into coal black scales. The graceful length of her arms and fingernails that were almost claws digging into the rock beneath her.

And oh her eyes. Bottomless yet sparking with fire all at the same time.

And the Captain– the Captain was lost.

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The One With Only One Bed (Spideypool)

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Tony told Peter several different times that they could use the helicopter to get up to the Avengers Compound for the party that weekend. It was close to a three hour drive after all, four if they hit traffic leaving the city and probably five if it snowed and the roads were bad, which was almost guaranteed to happen since it was November and winter. 

Peter had politely declined for both he and Wade, appreciating the offer but knowing that Wade hated to fly— something about wind advisories and a mission that had gone bad when he was on X force?— and realizing that the helicopter ride would mean sharing space with most of the rest of the team, a car ride just sounded like more fun.

Besides, he and Wade had things to talk about, things that needed to be said before they spent a night upstate together, and those things didn’t really need to be said at the Official Grand Re-Opening Party for the new Avengers place.

Not that they were spending the night together, per se. Tony had apparently designated rooms for all the Avengers and that included part time Avengers like he and Wade, probably DareDevil and the always frightening Ms Jessica Jones, and Peter was pretty sure he had seen Charles Xavier and someone named Logan on the list too.

So no, he and Wade weren’t technically spending the night together, and it wasn’t like they didn’t hang out all the time minus masks and suits anyway? But it would be the first time they’d seen each other since The Incident and Peter really didn’t want their first conversation since The Incident to be in a helicopter full of Avengers.

And road trips were good for long talks right? They could stare at the scenery while talking about important things? Even if the weather was bad and it started snowing– which it definitely would because the sky was already cloudy and gloomy and it was fucking freezing outside– it would be fine. Long talks were infinitely easier when there didn’t have to be extended eye contact, right? 

Right. 

So. They could talk about The Incident and move past the awkward moment and get right back to just hanging out and sassing each other and making fun of the Avengers. 

First a drive, then a talk, then some sass. 

What could go wrong?

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Peter Learns How To “Drive Stick” (Spideypool)

“Oh my god, what is that?” Peter stared open mouthed at the vehicle truck contraption sitting in front of Wade’s storage locker. “What– what is that?” 

“It’s a truck, Pete.” Wade said blandly, digging through a box of assorted keys before apparently finding the one he wanted. “When I asked if you wanted to go for a drive today, what did you think I meant?” 

“Honestly, I thought you meant sex.” Peter kept staring. “Not that you wanted to actually go for a drive in whatever this is. Babe this looks like a truck and a jeep had a baby and named it Volkswagen.” 

“Well, you’re not super wrong.” Wade scratched at his head as he looked the custom truck over. “Even though I only put the VW sticker on there because I thought it made me look cool.” 

“Oh my god.” 

“I promise its safe, Pete. A little wobbly and maybe a little rattly on the dirt roads but she runs like a champ. I’ve had her since I was a teenager.” 

“Running around in the wilds of Canada?” Peter asked dryly, peering in the surprisingly clean windows to get a look at the inside. “Because this looks like the sort of thing you’d find in the wilds of Canada. Just a free roaming truck-Jeep too feral to be put to any good use.” 

“I resent that. This baby–” Wade slapped the hood of the catastrophe cheerfully. “– she got me to and from every hootenanny and cook out I ever wanted.” 

“Hootenanny is the least sexiest word I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.” 

“Worse than when I said you looked good with splooge on your face?” 

“I take it back.” A long suffering sigh. “Hootenanny is the second least sexiest word I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. By the way I was serious? The next time you tell me I have splooge on my face is the last time your dick gets anywhere near my lips.” 

“Heard and heard.” Wade grinned, entirely unrepentant. “So we going for a drive or what?” 

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PROMPT #248

Spidey realizes he’s not getting out of this one alive.

Submitted by Anon

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We are casually cruel…

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An error? Is this even legal??

35 YEARS FOR A NON VIOLENT DRUG OFFENSE

Fuck you, America’s criminal justice system

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I have nothing to prove to you [ insp ]

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Scarlett Johansson conveying Natasha’s extreme case of PTSD without a single word of spoken dialogue.