not to talk about st on main but I need someone to write a gen-fic of Steve writing and performing Djo’s music specifically Change, Figure You Out, Personal Lies , Roddy, Half Life, Mortal Projections and Flash Mountain because Steve would

BLACK SAILS 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY WEEK ↪ day two : favourite dynamic [ long john silver / captain james flint. ]

"you heard him."

You can wash off the makeup, but the mascara still runs.

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If you have time and you're in the mood to write a lil blurb I have a thought. Steve getting used to bugs affection, now that Jonathan and Nancy are together she can't really be as touchy as she used to and she's subconsciously started to give that affection to Steve. He'd be star struck, remember how he was about their first hug? Or finding out about bug never being kissed? He'd lose his mind.

this blurb request is DELICIOUS !!! been itchin to write her <3

enjoy !

"i'll be back in a sec!" you press a quick kiss to steves cheek before you run off towards your room to retrieve whatever youre looking for. steve doenst really know. he hadnt been listening. he had been too busy admiring the way you look in the cardigan he bought you.

its all you wear now these days.

the sight makes something warm seep into steves bones, and your kiss to his cheek ignites the warmth into a steady, smooth burn.

youve been doing this a lot more lately. the kisses to cheeks, hands intertwining fingers, fingers intertwining through hair, and breaths against his ear as you lay against him.

its intoxicating, really.

when you return, now holding a comic in your hands, steve remembers now that you wanted to show him a new spider-man suit. your arm loops through his as you sit next to him on the couch and you sit so close to him that your thighs press against his and the heat makes him dizzy. "see, look! im not sure if i like the new red, honestly."

you hook your chin over steves shoulder as you hold the comic over his lap and steve struggles to stay focused. he looks down at the panel youre pointing at and swallows. "y-yeah. its, uh. its definitely a different shade."

steve cant see any difference.

hes not even sure if he knows what red is right now because your perfume is all around him and your body heat seeps from your skin into his and your soft hair grazes his face.

its torture. its a hell so sweet that steve wonders why sinners are sent there in the first place.

"youre looking at the wrong panel, honey." you tease, nudging your nose against steves cheek as you giggle.

honey.

"how do you know i wasnt looking at the right one?" steve tries to find his voice again, but hes scared that if he turns to look into your eyes, the proximity of your lips close to his will only end in disaster.

(an addicting, all encompassing disaster that steve has dreamed about).

you nudge your nose against his cheek again and move even closer to him. youre practically in his lap, and yet you still dont feel close enough. "your pretty brown eyes gave you away."

youre everywhere and yet nowhere close to where steve wants you to be.

he isnt sure when it happened, but your physical touch has become such a constant in steves life, and he clings to it like a lifeline. hes never had someone openly show this much affection to him, hes never had a pretty girl hold his hand just because she wanted to. hes never had someone kiss his cheek as a goodbye and as a gentle command to stay safe while apart.

"you think my eyes are pretty?" steve cant think of anything else to say. hes still too scared to face you. he can practically smell the strawberry lip balm you like to wear, this close to your lips.

"mhm," you move your face and rest your head against steves shoulder now, and he practically sags with relief at the distance yet fills with immediately regret after. he already misses the way your nose fits perfectly between his jawline and ear. "a very pretty brown, warm in the sun like honey."

you say things that make steve want to kiss you breathless.

"youre extra affectionate today, angel."

"its winter and im cold and youre cozy." you say. lazily flicking through more of your comic.

steve laughs and throws an arm over you to pull you closer. the heat from earlier has lessened. the fire simmers back down to the familiar warmth, one hes more comfortable with, and he feels like he can breathe again. then, because he can, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, which you hum at. "who can argue with that logic?"

"no one, and thats why im always right."

"atta girl."

steve is still getting used to this, and yet he feels like hes done this his entire life.

Jason Sudeikis as Ted Lasso Season 3 » Casual Sweaters/Jumpers

Jamie and Keeley fell back in love with each other on Keeley’s doorstep in 3x08. In this essay, I will—

Ah. You know what? I will, actually.

Ahem. Ever since Jamie came back to Richmond, him and Keeley have had an amicable and mutually affectionate relationship (always greeting one another, etc), but I don’t think there’s anything to suggest that they spend a lot of time together socially after Jamie’s return. Then there’s the funeral business and the fallout of that and the next time we see them interact it’s a whole new season, and given the slight awkwardness of otherwise fond encounter, I’d argue it’s likely the first time (or at least one of the relatively few times) they’ve talked in a bit. Not because they’ve been avoiding each other as such, but I imagine things got a little bit weird after Jamie’s profession of love. Once that was somewhat sorted (and in my heart I imagine some small conversation between them after Jamie and Roy have it all out, Keeley getting in touch like “I hear you apologized to Roy”) it’s the off-season, so there’s few chances of them bumping into each other at Nelson Road – and I do think that maybe Jamie was keen to maintain a respectful distance for a while, just to make it very clear that he’s not trying to woo her. As for Keeley, she was busy with her new company, so yeah, for all of those reasons, they didn’t see much of each other. Don’t really for two thirds of season 3 either.

But they never stop being fond of each other, yeah? They never stop caring. They’re just both all up in their own lives, Keeley with KJPR and her heartbreak and later her girlfriend, and Jamie with striving to be the best player and the best person he can be, the Zava of it all, and Roy. We know Keeley takes note of the changes in Jamie, but she’s got other priorities.

Then: the leak, and Jamie showing up on her doorstep, and the hug. And yes, of course it’s nothing but a headcanon, but to me that marks the moment when that old spark is quietly but undeniably rekindled.  

It’s pretty obvious in Jamie’s case. We know he never stopped loving Keeley: he accepted that their future was friendship and he focused on other things, but he never stopped loving her. And once he stood there, holding her, held by her, enveloped in her kindness and affection and with that familiar press of her body against his, her scent, everything he felt for her roared right back into full and flaming life: it’s not only loving her, it’s being in love with her. It’s arguably this (and the belief that her and Roy are well and truly over) that leads to him putting the moves on in 3x12.

For Keeley, I think it’s a bit more muted – more a realization of ‘I really like who this person has become and I’m so proud of how he’s grown and I could see something between us again’. (Also, holding him, being held. It’s Pavlovian.) It’s not really something she particularly plans to act on: she’s still reeling from the video leak and the Jack of it all, and she’s busy with her company. Still, it’s there.

For both of them, it’s there. Not grand or sweeping or all-consuming, not something that must lead to anything, but… Jamie and Keeley fell back in love with each other on that doorstep, and even if that doesn’t necessarily mean that things immediately or ever turn romantic between them again, they slowly but surely start hanging out properly again after that, just because they’ve been reminded of how much they truly like each other. How glad they are of one another. (Which does not in any way lessen or change the love they both have for Roy, by the way. The heart has infinite room.)

INDIVIDUAL WIZARD HEADCANONS (4 / 4)

『 OGRON 』

-) Despite his somewhat cold upbringing he absolutely loves mundane activities with the people he considers his family these days and will schedule things such as movie or game nights every once in a while, under the guise of it being a teambuilding thing. If you consider scrabble teambuilding, sure. Will still pretend he's forced to be there though, especially if an activity is planned by someone else.

-) The amount of assassination attempts this man has survived is almost comical. A compilation of them would still take up an hour or two. He progressively became less phased by them as they went on as well, reacting with a mere sigh to the last few.

-) Horses are his favorite animal with cats a close second, but if he spots a horse and a cat next to each other, you bet the horse has his full attention. Knows how to care for them because his family owned a couple of horses themselves back in the day, his favorite one being his mother's. Ogron didn't learn how to ride one himself until a couple years after he left home.

-) Vain. So very vain. His hair routine takes forever and his skincare even longer. Buttering his pale ass up is unironically one of the quickest ways to get to him. In whatever way. Unfortunately the nature of his magic causes physical distortion to happen more quickly, so he gets fixed up the most frequently.

-) Cannot handle spicy food. It will make him go as red as his hair, cry real tears, no longer be able to breathe through his nose, it's awful. Has threatened people over this and consumed SO much milk. Most lactose tolerant person on the planet.

-) His father's side of the family used to consist of noble and high-ranking magic users, but they all began seeking out human partners to dilute the magical bloodline due to. Prior agreements. With certain "people". Ogron himself would've been forced to marry a human as well, but obviously chose to make an attempt at saving what little remained of the ancient magic roots in his blood instead.

Don't you find the strict rules of society in Japan overwhelming for you and the kids?

not one bit

Cesare, and the underworld by extension, believes Steve caused the Kellwasser event, a global extinction event, on purpose, and the set up a sytem of Watchers to monitor the planet for other trickster entities so no similar event ever happens again. They've been monitoring Steve under the Earth ever since (hence the line from DOWN "Chaos Gods Rise From The Deep", they believe Steve is a god of chaotic destruction), and make him Cesare's #1 priority when they sense that he's heading back up to the Earth's surface. Cesare genuinely believes Steve is an evil entity bent on wiping out life on the planet for a second time, which is why he doesn't pull his punches when trying to catch him. However, Cesare begins to doubt what he's held as truth for a thousand years when Steve shows a lack of knowledge/understanding of the fact that he's been under the ground for millions of years (if Steve was unconscious all that time, it could have seemed like only a moment that he was down there) and also calling into question whether or not Steve even remembers/intentionally caused the extinction event in the first place. If this is the case we'll just have to wait and see how Cesare reacts to finding out that he's been "living" a lie for the past thousand years. Him saying "Did you not know?" in response to Steve's confusion while in his jail cell makes me think he may possibly have a change of heart. I doubt the Underworld will take Steve's word at face value, obviously, but Cesare seemed convinced, or at least willing to be convinced, for a moment there.

Okay, so I just got finished with the Fallout TV show, honestly? As a super hardcore fan? No notes, they did their fucking job, It might actually be the most visually and tonally faithful TV adaptation I've ever seen in my life

I can’t believe some of y’all think August is homophobic?? like that is literally a lesbian What do you mean?

In collaboration with @the-zenith-calls and @tecceran , I present The Magnus Archives themed Clue!! We spent several hours over the course of a couple weeks working on this, and play tested it properly for the first time last night. Check out both of their blogs for details of what they made (when theirs are posted I will link them here and here as well), and below the cut I will be putting details of my contributions :]

(image descriptions in alt text, though I haven't used alt text before so hopefully they do actually work)

Firstly, the weapons tokens. These were just cut out of cardboard in the style of the tokens that are included in my Star Wars Clue set

I was also responsible for room cards! Of these, Jon’s Office and the Archives are my favorites

We also have varying hallway cards, based on a mechanic in my Star Wars Clue, again.

The backs of the cards had to get covered somehow because markers bleed, so the hallway cards are plain black and the other cards have eye designs on them

I also formatted and printed out detective note sheets and an Instructions booklet! Details on the instruction booklet will end up in a reblog because I'm running out of images oops. Most of the instructions are just copied word for word from my Clue set instructions, with some alterations made, except for completely made up mechanics, which the-zenith-calls wrote and I reworded if necessary and formatted nicely.

The way the director/writer for Loki season 1 & the Quantumania creators explain the multiverse is completely different from the way it’s explained in Loki season 2 & Multiverse of Madness and I’m so damn confused.

There’s something about this look that Ray gives Allison once she comes home after the reset that just feels off to me. It just feels like he knows that he’s not supposed to be there.

parabola

Yukio flips a page in his textbook, listening to the soft scratches of Shiemi’s pencil across paper. 

The mid-afternoon sun flows over the interior of the shop like a layer of swaying silk, warming the wood of the table. It’s quiet, with only the flourishing houseplants in their company. The room smells fragrant, filled with the scent of a jasmine plant blooming on the counter. 

He’s fortunate enough to have two hours of spare time today, working through a worksheet of derivatives to the side as he answers occasional questions from Shiemi. Perhaps it’s a welcome distraction. 

Small tremors run through the table as Shiemi erases a row of equations. 

Yukio lifts his eyes cautiously. 

The delicate red tassel on Shiemi’s hair clip sways when she tilts her head. Her lips have pressed together in concentration, pulling into a puzzled frown as her pencil traces along the curve of the parabola Yukio penned in her notes. When she flips back to another page, a pleased smile lifts her cheeks. A minute later, she moves diligently onto the next problem. 

She’s been working hard and has grown so much in the past few months. All she needs is a bit more confidence in herself.

As Shiemi rests her chin on her hand, a few strands of her hair slip from behind her ear. Several red spots of petechiae peek out from under her collar, like pinpricks, left behind from the grip of Mayuko’s hair. They’ll fade in a few days. Even so, it must have been painful.

Yukio flips another page, running his thumb along the waxy texture of the paper of his textbook without reading any of the print. “Yesterday,” he begins, “I was really impressed by you and Kamiki-san.” 

Shiemi’s eyes meet his, just a shade brighter than the mellow green of the aloe sitting behind her. “Really?” 

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