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I have never been so emotionally detached to a movie as I was to man of steel

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:43:28 +0800

I have never been so emotionally detached to a movie as I was to man of steel

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:38:55 +0800

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:26:54 +0800

hi guys!!!

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:25:55 +0800

donutsncoffee:

so basically

i’ve finished writing all the (roosterteeth) prompts that I wanted to write except one au for bubblyblacksheep yay

i’m going to be on a twelve-hour flight to germany on friday

i literally have nothing to do

also a lot of you are suddenly following me ~~are you lost~~ so uh

this a welcome gift for new followers

and a ‘wow-I-don’t-know-how-you-can-stand-me-but-thank-you-for-staying’ gift for old followers

so here goes nothing

do you have (a) fic(s) that you want me to write?

prompt me

fill my inbox

don’t be shy

don’t be scared

um guidelines

you can be on anon

which means you don’t have to be following me (but if you don’t idk how you would even see this tbh)

specific prompt, one-word prompt, au, canon, whatever

anything below nc-17 though im sorry i’ve never even kissed anyone how do sex

supernatural or roosterteeth fandoms only

i’m game for any gen and [insert my favorite character/anyone] pairings

that means michael/anyone, ryan/anyone and castiel/anyone

your prompt will have a higher chance of being filled if it’s mavin, raychael and destiel

so yeah prompt me pls

don’t let me die of boredom during my flight

ple

ase

i’m practically begging already

thank

also some additional things

don’t prompt me anything about infidelity pls yes thank
I also apparently can’t do genderswap u.u
other than that prompt me go do it

ahhh so i just finished it and this was the most delightful thing and i just... i don't read clint fic?! i don't know how or why but i have never had clint fic before this and it was amazing. and everything with black widow and - oh my god. what are the chances that you could, um, hook me up with more clint fic? i'm going to go read more of this author's fic but ... clint fic, man.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:17:36 +0800

YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PERSON MY FRIEND. I read all the clint fics because clint barton is the love of my life but yes clint fics

so I don’t know what your pairing preference is, but if you’re looking for clint fics the first two, gen-ish (with clint/coulson undertones, but not the main focus of the fic) you definitely have to check out (after ‘the hunter of waverly, iowa’, of course) are these:

Making the Best of It by dentalfloss
“All I’m saying,” the voice continued smartly, “is that he has to miss sometimes, he just never admits it.”
Barton’s blue gaze turned grey, not noticing (or ignoring) that many of the agents in the room had stopped talking at this point and were instead watching Steve’s group of three intensely. Of course before Steve had a chance to even think about saying anything Barton had already made his move. Sometimes Steve forgot how quick the man could be, especially considering that during many missions Hawkeye was out of sight. Between one moment and the next Barton ‘twitched’ and there was a startled yelp on the far end of the room. Steve looked across to find the loudmouth agent looking in shock at the wall he was sat beside, the remains of the sandwich he had been taking a bite out of now pinned in place.

When the tomato slipped out from between the bread and landed with a squelch on the floor Barton moved. The unknown agent looked up, took in the number of people the knife must have slipped past on the way to his lunch, the way Barton was steadily getting closer, and visibly swallowed down his nerves. Steve wondered if he should do something. Natasha’s hand gently touching his own in warning kept him in place.

Barton walked behind the agent and plucked his deeply imbedded knife from the drywall, letting the sandwich fall to the ground, before turning to loom behind the agent.

“Something you might want to consider remembering,” Barton announced with a wide smile that, for once, nobody saw any humour in. “I,” he picked up the agents napkin and with an efficient wipe cleaned his blade, “never,” he slipped the blade somewhere on his leg Steve couldn’t see from across the room, “miss.” He leaned over and stared hard at the agent, loosing the smile, and waited until he saw something in the junior’s gaze before stepping back and smacking him good-naturedly on his shoulder. “Got that?”
the Avengers Time Bomb Initiative by nezumipi

Tony was shifting from one screen to the next on his multipanel display, trying to explain the essence of the space race.

“The Russians were the first to put a satellite in orbit around the Earth. It was called Sputnik and it wasn’t very powerful, mostly just blinked. People weren’t afraid of the capsule itself; they were scared that the USSR was able to put it into space, that they had rockets with that much thrust capacity.”

Steve froze for a moment before turning to face Tony. “Wait. Would this be an appropriate time to say, ‘that’s what she said’?”

“Yes!” Tony leapt up and hugged him. “Yes! Brilliant! My little Stevie’s growing up! You deserve a Steve treat! What do you like? Cocaine? Courtside seats? Pornography? Patriotism?”

for more shippy fics (but still really, really well-written with amazing plot progression and characterizations), I recommend

Mr. and Mrs. Barton (Or: Why Natasha Sends Jennifer Anniston an Annual Apologetic Fruit Basket) by shellybelle

clint/natasha
This is true: Natasha does not remember her blood family. Sometimes there are snippets: a lullaby, a soft perfume, a piano just slightly out of tune.
This is true: Natasha thinks that once, maybe, she did remember her family—that she had real memories, solid memories, memories she could reach out and touch. But she has been made and unmade and reconstructed so many times that any memories she might have had are gone, far away, there only in the faintest flickers of scent and sound.

This is true: Clint remembers his family too well.
The Only John Wayne Left in this Town by gyzym

clint/darcy
Clint’s always been the type to find family where other people might see a sideshow act
10, 9, 8, car by pollyrepeat

clint/coulson
On April 20th, Clint woke up to three immediately frustrating things:
1. There was a ray of sunshine doing its level best to stab him right in the eyes.

2. Phil was not in bed beside him, hadn’t been for the last thirteen days, and probably wouldn’t be for at least the next two weeks.

3. His cell phone was telling him that it was Friiiiday, Friiiiiday, just like it did every Friday at seven in the morning, because Tony Stark could be a vengeful, ruthless human being.

(a.k.a the grounhog day fic! also, not au)
the Valley of Your Heart by foreverfalling86

crossover: mission impossible ghost protocol | clint/coulson, ethan/brandt

Unlike most things in Ethan’s life, falling in love with William Brandt had been easy and slow. He’d been in over his head before he’d even realized it and hadn’t felt the need to come up for air. Theirs was not a whirlwind romance. It’d been filled with late nights in corner cafes in London, or sitting together in front of the fire watching an old movie in Germany. It’d been easy smiles, even easier kisses, and dancing in the kitchen as the fridge hummed along with the old radio that liked to turn on all on its own. It’d been going for jogs on the boardwalk or joining basketball games in the park.

Ethan might’ve even called it an average sort of love story if not for the missions to Albania, Czech or some Middle Eastern nation and all the firefights, IEDs, episodes of PTSD and deadly weapons hidden under pillows, tables, couches and everything in between. And Ethan had loved every minute of it.

I know more shippy fics that are fun to read and less plotty but yes these are like the most well written ones in my opinion asdlkfjf

have fun reading!

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:27:51 +0800

so i'm reading the fic by nezumipi that you recced and this is hands down one of the best things i've ever read. thank you for it.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:08:13 +0800

I know right??? the characterization toes the line between fandom/mcu!clint and comic!clint so well

wait until you’ve reached the ending. one of the reasons s/he is my favorite author is because s/he always manages to tie all plot points and informations—even the ones seemingly unimportant at first—together so neatly.

akaksdf you should read her other fic ‘the avengers time bomb initiative’ too if you want more focus on avenger and are fine with romantic clint/coulson

heresthefuckyoubutton: achievementboyfriends: Michael Jones...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:55:33 +0800

heresthefuckyoubutton:

achievementboyfriends:

Michael Jones giving an a+ commentary/review on Breaking Dawn.

Yes, he read it. I can’t.

PLEASE I AM CRYING AND WE ARE 1.5 MINUTES IN

where has this video been in my entire life

Inception obsession - Script ↳ ”The moment’s passed. Whatever...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:32:52 +0800

Inception obsession - Script

↳ ”The moment’s passed. Whatever I do I can’t change this moment. I’m about to call out to them. They run away. If I’m ever going to see their faces I’ve gotta get back home. The real world.” ♦ request

polyjuiced: hulk gets me

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:31:22 +0800

polyjuiced:

hulk gets me

be-silently-drawn: oh my god i’m laughing cause i was watching lazarus rising and everyone was like...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:30:54 +0800

be-silently-drawn:

oh my god i’m laughing cause i was watching lazarus rising and everyone was like omg what raised you from hell and ruby was like when this thing bleeds the earth quakes and another demon was like it’s the end of times but it turned out just to be this little cutie

castiel-counts-deans-freckles: HAVE A NICE DAY MOTHERFUCKERS....

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:29:53 +0800

castiel-counts-deans-freckles:

HAVE A NICE DAY MOTHERFUCKERS. CAS OUT.

goteamgents: Minecraft 54- I Spy

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:29:01 +0800

goteamgents:

Minecraft 54- I Spy

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:28:29 +0800

to genderswap!prompt anon

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:27:19 +0800

I’m fine with your second prompt! not answering it because I want to keep all the prompts in my inbox for organization ‘u’

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:24:50 +0800

Question about the prompts. How do you feel about gender swapping? If you're okay with it, then I'd request Raychael with girl!Michael (Michelle?).

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:21:00 +0800

tbh, anon, I don’t know if I can pull it off? i don’t really read genderswap fics adsfjf

I think I’ll have to pass on this one anon i’m sorry >< maybe something else?

Saw your tags about Gyzym and I wonder who are your favorite fandom writers?

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:18:47 +0800

this is probably the most favorite ask i’ve ever gotten. here you’ll see my most favorite fanfic authors of all time and my absolute favorite lines they’ve ever written. I’ve learnt a lot about writing from them and still continue to do so;;

gyzym; inception, avengers
Clint’s always been the type to find family where other people might see a sideshow act (x)
pprfaith; avengers
She didn’t expect America to wear the face of Anthony Edward Stark.

Up close, though, she can’t tell why. He has Coyote sitting on one shoulder and the ghost of long taken frontiers on his other. There is blood on his hands and grit under his nails, highways and railroads twining around him. His heart is sand and tar, his blood whiskey and water. He hums, sometimes, and she hears eagles cry.

When he sings, throaty and half-drunk, the Trail of Tears echoes in his vowels, grief sharpening itself on consonants. Gold glints under his skin and skyscrapers grow from his head. He catches her eye and somewhere, deep below their feet, the world shudders, just a little. (x)
thatdamneddame; avengers
“Tony,” Steve grabs his hand, feels like he has to say this in a way he’s never had to before, “I’d rather work with you than Howard.”
“Why?” Tony asks, sounding raw, “By all accounts my father was a great man. He made you your shield. He fought Nazis. And I’m guessing he didn’t goad you into a fight upon sight.”
“He saw death and created the atomic bomb.” Steve falters, seeing the uncertainty in Tony’s eyes, “You saw it, and tried to make peace. I’d rather work with you. ” (x)
nezumipi; avengers
“You mean what would Jefferson say if he was alive today?”
The instructor nodded.

“Probably, ‘get me out of this coffin’.” Barton shrugged, before adding, “Or maybe,” he switched into a low, echoing voice, “BRAAAINS!”

The other initiates laughed. The instructor gave a thin smile, then stared down Barton with the clear intention that he give a real answer.

“I don’t know,” said Barton. “Probably, ‘Get the cuffs off me! She told me she was eighteen! I don’t know any Sally Hemmings! Don’t taze me bro!’” Barton smirked. “And then if he saw SHIELD – ‘cause that was the real question, right? Whether he would approve of the work y’all are doing? – he would probably say, ‘Holy shit! They put a Negro in charge!’” The pencil finally stopped spinning. “My point is, who the hell cares what dead guys think? If something’s wrong thing to do, it’s still wrong even if they were for it, so why even bother with a bunch of ancient assholes?” (x)
weatherfront; inception
“And we threw red roses into her grave because she liked red roses best,” says Arthur. “I remember once we told her, we said, Mal, you can’t like red roses best. Everyone likes red roses best. And she said, Eames, do you know what she said, she said, I would love to be unique, but there’s simply nothing better than romance. She was twenty-nine when I met her. I was twenty-five. She was thirty when she had James, and when she was pregnant, she wanted fruit, always fruit, she craved blood oranges by the crate—”

Arthur falls back onto the bed, like a marionette with its strings cut loose.

“And now she’s dead,” he says. “Mal is dead. Mal is dead. Mal died, Eames. She’s dead.” (x)
linckia-blue; inception
Arthur and Eames fit into each other seamlessly. They slot together back to front so that Arthur’s shoulders press against Eames’s chest, and Arthur’s pinstriped hips settle into place with Eames dark wash jeans. Ariadne wonders why she ever imagined Arthur wouldn’t be able to dance well. The same elegant lines that he extends into when he is fighting in dreams appear now, but they tangle with the lines of Eames’s body. The intertwining is smooth, sensuous.

Ariadne feels her hands freeze on the table. She tries to imagine a time when she saw two people less separate from each other, and can’t. They’re moving with the music but also with something else. The sound that their bodies sync to is one only they can hear – it’s in the space between them, that sliver of space so small it nearly doesn’t exist, and yet is big enough to contain the sliding of fabric against skin and skin against fabric. Arthur’s chest rises and falls quickly. His mouth curves into a smile Ariadne can’t remember ever seeing before. Eames’s mouth looks wet. Arthur tips his head back onto Eames’s shoulder at the same time that Eames ducks his to ghost the tip of his nose along Arthur’s jaw. She watches as Eames mouths words in Arthur’s ear, his lips pursed around the shape of the letters in “Darling.” (x)
teh-helenables; supernatural
The townspeople ask how they’re surviving the haunted house, and Dean laughs it off. What he really means is this: sometimes the worst ghost is the one you create yourself, because the house was never haunted and never will be, if he has anything to say about it. (x)
77sparks (sparky77); supernatural
“I also wanted to tell you something,” Gabriel says. “Everything ends in blood and tears. The trick is to not be afraid.”

“Are you afraid?” Castiel asks.

“Terrified.” (x)
peroxidepest17; supernatural, hetalia
There is a saying that the new road to Hell is paved solely with SAM’S intentions (x)
last letter; hetalia
“Okay,” said Alfred out loud in a very calm and collected and not at all flipping the fuck out way. “Okay. Okay. Okay okay okayokayokayokayoshitohshitohshitshitshitshit…!” A sudden stinging pain in his scalp informed him that he was tearing his hair out again.
Okay. Okay. Calm down. Calm down. Let’s assess the situation like a cucumber would. How would a cucumber asses the situation? In a cool and calm way, of course! All he had to do was be like a cucumber. That was easy. Cucumbers didn’t do anything. They just lay there cucumbering and occasionally met a choppy end in a salad or upon the sagging eyes of superficial aging women who truly believed that laying vegetables over their lids would to something to combat the gradual migration of their under-eye skin south. Okay.
Okay.(x)
lisse; hetalia, kingdom hearts, harry potter, naruto
“Who are you?” she asks.
There’s a long silence, and then Matt sighs like he wants to slide under the table. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Ask one of your friends in Mossad.”

Each word drags out of him reluctantly, but Ziva hardly notices. It’s all she can do not to stare at him. That wasn’t a bluff or a stab in the dark. She knows how to read people, is an expert at it, and if she knows one thing about Matt with absolute certainty, it’s that he can’t lie to save his life.

She tries to ask her question again, but she’s rattled, even if no one watching her would ever be able to tell. What comes out is, “What are you?”

Matt smiles, kind and nervous, and looks like he would rather be anywhere else. But she hasn’t scared him, Ziva realizes. She’s not sure she can scare him.
“I’m Alfred’s brother,” he says. (x)
veracious; fight club
If Tyler had written a manifest, it would’ve included this:

People don’t just need mirrors, they need kids and pets to inflict their personal problems on and then watch as those issues are reflected back at them as their kids start stealing or the puppy chews on the couch. The ultimate social mirror of our time is the shrink or the animal behaviorist who is hired to look at your misled offspring or study your psychotic dachshund and then tell you what is wrong with you. (x)

xsnapcrackledeathx: LOOK AT THESE CUTIES AND THEIR HATS

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:18:28 +0800

xsnapcrackledeathx:

LOOK AT THESE CUTIES AND THEIR HATS

dear people who keep making bad superman movies:

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:22:38 +0800

gyzym:

look, i get it: superman as a character can be pretty hard to make an audience relate to because he’s, you know, a super man! he has the powers, we know not of them, and while the interesting angle on superman is definitely his humanity y’all keep getting that really wrong, like shamefully wrong, but it’s okay, i understand, it’s hard to write, the shadow of the great christopher reeve movies, shhh, shhh. it’s gonna be okay, let me explain you a thing, there’s an easy solution, you just make this movie:

we open on a twelve year old lois lane in the aftermath of a FUCKSHIT CATASTROPHE. something disastrous has gone down — maybe it’s a massive oil spill, maybe it’s a situation reminiscent of the erin brockovich scandal, this is just a vague concept sketch, fill in what you want. the important part is: it’s a big bad corporate fuckup of the sort that we’re all too familiar with these days, and it’s got lexcorp written all over it. our first introduction to lois is watching her get approached by a patronizing, downtalking reporter and, all of twelve years old, step up to the fucking plate and take him and the company to task in the public eye. she’s the most poised and professional and pissed as fuck twelve year old you’ve ever seen, and she knows her facts, too. the reporter is impressed, but not as impressed as we, the audience, are as we watch her reign back her fear and do whatever she can to help her family, friends, and community.

sharpcut to a guy in a dead run down a back alley; he’s sweating and looking over his shoulder, clearly being chased. the camera pans out to reveal a daily planet logo — because, hey guys, the year is 2013, so the planet’s a 24 hour news network* now. you can argue new york times parallels all you want but the truth is that if superman’s looking for a job where he can a) be apprised of what’s going down with maximum speed and b) have an excuse to be on the scene immediately? then in this day and age he sure as shit ain’t working for print media; fight me. and you know what else, maybe clark’s a fucking camera man because he’s not actually great at reading or writing news because YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES CHARACTERS RELATABLE AND INTERESTING TO HUMAN BEINGS IS FLAWS, F L A W S, THAT IS THE THING YOU KEEP FORGETTING AND IT’S WHY SUPERMAN MOVIES KEEP BEING PAINFULLY BORING, ugh, whatever, moving forward.

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