The bigger they are... the... bigger they are!

Cap (or J.J.) he/him, MN, A multi-fandom and ship blog with the occasional nature and cute animals picture. Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Check, Please!, Spartacus, Futurama, but I also write, paint and sometimes manip- Coach Finstock's #1 Fan* I also have a Check, Please! sideblog: secretgeniusshittyknight 🔸🔸🔸Prompts are open.🔸🔸🔸 💛 Safe Space Blog 💛

[captaintinymite]

Feel free to ignore or whatever, but, I was wondering what happened to Tape, Glue and Sutures on your old AO3 page? You stopped after 46 chapters and I love it so much. I'm about to go and read every other Teen Wolf fanfic you've written. But, yeah, just wondering?

To be honest: many things happened.* I got several really shitty Anon comments about it.So that put me off it for a while*Then my laptop died. The same laptop in which I had 8 chapters already written just waiting on edits.*And all my sterek inspiration just kinda... Died.I don't know what happened. I had it and then one day...poof gone(Also sorry if this message had been in my inbox awhile. I haven't logged into my Tumblr in a while)

[captaintinymite]

I just finished Two Minutes for Holdig and I'm fangirling so hard 😭😍😭😍 LIKE ?!??!?!!? You are my favorite person right now. I love you so much and the fic is AMAZING, I mean A M A Z I N G !!! I loved the polish and the greek in it and how they call each other in those languages. I love the hockey right now but actually till now I DIDN'T know anything about it. AND THOSE PICTURES AND LAURA, OMG I love Laura so much and I love you, and thank you so much 😭💕💖💖❤❤❤❤

OMG. Thank you so much! I'm so happy you enjoyed it so much. 😊

[captaintinymite]

just finished reading ‘two minutes of holding’ and i have a quick question: did you rewrite any of the chapters you posted 2+ years ago? it’s just.. i have a distinct memory of stiles hiding his symptoms and first doctor’s visit from derek, or am i totally misremembering? anyway, also wanted to say thank you for finish writing it, it deserved to be completed - it’s such a great fic :)

Thanks for reading, happy you enjoyed it. And nope. I have not rewritten anything. 

[captaintinymite]

Sooooo.... Say I was mulling over the idea of writing some short fics of the other relationships in "Two Minutes for Holding" like Laura/Jordan, Allison/Lydia/Jackson etc.... Would anyone be interested in reading these?

[captaintinymite]

Chapter 18 (final chapter yay) of Two Minutes for Holding is here

Sneak Peek:

Derek held his cooling towel under the water at the drinking fountain before wringing it out over his head.

“Fuck me. I wish I had a camera right now. You sweaty and shirtless dousing yourself with water is like a walking wet dream. It’s enough to kill a man,” Stiles groaned as he took his turn at the fountain in Central Park.

The freshly rosy skin of the side of Stiles’ neck stuck out from the collar of his shirt. “Like you’re any better, trying to kill me with those pinkened cheeks and your nec-”

“No! UPF fifty plus, Derek. Fifty! That should be enough to keep Mercury from getting a damn sunburn! It’s not fair. My delicate Northeastern European skin is a traitor. We can’t all be olive-skinned, Greek go-”

Read the rest on AO3

[captaintinymite]

Hey... I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I was wondering, do you plan on finishing Two Minutes for Holding? I'll just wondering bc its such an amazing fic!

I do. Inspiration is such a fickle thing. 

[captaintinymite]

Please tell me you are planning on completing two minutes for holding it's an amazing story that will without a doubt have an incredible end.

Yes, i do plan on finishing this. Hopefully the muse comes back soon. I know I keep saying that, but when inspiration finally comes back then I can quit saying that.

[captaintinymite]

I'm reading your story Two Minutes for Holding on AO3 and let me just tell you... it's phenomenal and I find myself reading it over and over and over again. Im just waiting for you to complete it! I know you are taking some time off for mental health, but I just wanted you to know I support you and all of your writings. Happy writing! 😊

I do plan on finishing this. I haven’t been on tumblr much lately. I sit down and try to write and then nothing happens. It’s been a rough while. But yes, i plan to finish this fic.

[glittering-darmallon]

My contribution to the @wipbigbang . And thanks to @kieranfae for graciously volunteering an art for me.

Alchemist’s Lullaby

Summary: Gabriel Hawke may have been born with magic, that didn’t mean he was born with enough magic to be useful. Rather than fuss about this, he honed his skills elsewhere. Knives and daggers, hiding in dark corners, but the poisons and grenades were where he really shined. And all was well, that is until Kirkwall and one elven former slave.

Read on A03

[wipbigbang]

Art Claims Round 1

Please leave comments for art claims on the Livejournal post. This post is only for reference.

Claims for artists are open! The first round will go this week and then I’ll post a new round on Wednesday, May 30th, opening it up for seconds. Everybody spread the word! Grab your artist friends, stuff them in a potato sack, and drag them here kicking and screaming if you have to! Stories are listed by fandom in alphabetical order and each story is tagged with the story name and a number identifying that story (for my records). To claim a story, please leave a comment below with these details: First Choice Title of Story & #: Second Choice Title of Story & #: Third Choice Title of Story &#: Username: Platform: Email: Stories are first come, first serve. I’ll update the post as stories are claimed. On Wednesday, I’ll close comments on this post and post the stories that are left. Hopefully everything will get claimed this week. I have faith. WE CAN DO THIS, GUYS. Official posting dates begin on July 11th. Once all stories are claimed and all artists/authors have been notified, I will put up a sign-up sheet so authors and artists can choose their posting dates. Authors, if something is wrong with the info for your stories, please let me know ASAP via email at [email protected]. ( The 4400 ) ( Almost Human ) ( Band of Brothers ) ( Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Gundam Wing/Naruto ) ( Dawson’s Creek ) ( Digimon (Xros Wars manga) ) ( The Doctor Blake Mysteries ) ( Dragon Age ) ( due South ) ( The Flash (2014) ) ( Gravity Falls ) ( Grimm ) ( Gundam Wing ) ( Hellboy ) ( Heroes ) ( BBC Historical Farm RPF ) ( Hockey RPF ) ( James Bond ) ( John Wick/Avengers ) ( Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle ) ( Law & Order: SVU ) ( Lord of the Flies ) ( Marvel Cinematic Universe ) ( BBC Merlin ) ( The Mighty Boosh ) ( Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys Super Mysteries (1980s/1990s) ) ( Overwatch ) ( Primeval ) ( Red vs Blue ) ( Sanctuary/Supergirl (tv) ) ( BBC Sherlock ) ( Sherlock/Midsomer Murders ) ( South Park ) ( Stargate Atlantis/Hawaii Five-0 ) ( Stargate SG-1 ) ( Star Trek: AOS ) ( Star Wars ) ( Star Wars Legends: X-wing ) ( Supergirl (TV 2015) ) ( Supernatural ) ( Supernatural RPF ) ( Teen Wolf ) ( Teen Wolf/Supernatural ) ( Wonder Woman ) ( Yona of the Dawn / Akatsuki no Yona ) ( Yuri!!! on Ice )

[captaintinymite]

So many unclaimed fics.

[glittering-darmallon]

“Spare Me Your Judgements”

Rowan’s head pounded, and the steady drip, drip, drip from somewhere in the room was doing him no favors. Where was- No, how did he- Why- His mind swam with dozens of questions. Yet despite his confusion, and the woman yelling accusations at him that he killed everyone at the Conclave and demanding to know why she shouldn’t just kill him where he sat, all he could focus on was that Maker damned dripping!

On some level, Rowan knew he should care what this woman, his captor was saying, but he couldn’t bring himself to listen to anything she said. For one, not a lick of it made any sense. What explosion was she talking about? The Conclave wasn’t a warzone; it was a confab. Secondly, no matter what she told him next, he knew his answer would be the same.

“Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you.”

And there it was. Whatever had turned the Conclave from a negotiation into well, whatever the hell it was now, clearly he was all that remained. He took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief that he’d attended in his older sister’s stead. She’d likely be dead otherwise. Not that he had any choice in the matter. Much like his whole life up until he hightailed it out of Ostwick, his choices were made for him, and he was volunteered for the task.Thanks, Mother. I appreciate your continued investment in my life path to make sure I don’t embarrass you.  When he remained tight-lipped, the woman grabbed his left arm and held it up.

“Explain this!”

Rowan stared at the sickly green glow emanating from his palm. It looked as though someone had cut into his hand and crammed it full with some magical…glowing shit. Hell, they probably had. The sight was nauseating. Now, he wanted to say that he hadn’t a clue what happened to his hand. However, once the mages rebelled and everything fell to shit sending chaos not only across the Marches but Thedas as well, his Captain had insisted they all go through interrogation training. “Funny. You don’t look like someone with the stomach for torture. It’s my first time; be gentle.”

Read the Rest on AO3

[insearchofsomething]

Reblog if you believe there should be a Robin in the next Batman Movie

(Or Nightwing, Oracle, Batgirl, or any other of the 15+ bat sidekicks)

[captaintinymite]

Still holding my breath for the Nightwing movie.

[glittering-darmallon]

New blog here and looking for people to follow and friends in the fandom. Please reblog if you post about Dragon Age. 

[halfabreath]

Holsom- J. When words aren't enough (or w/e I'm on mobile and I'm going off memory XD)

Character + Letter Prompts, for the August Prompt Free for All

“I’m going to add a little bit more of the liquid whites just so it sticks out - easy, we just sort of let these come together. Look at that! All the warm colors and cool colors are playing together.”

Ransom freezes at the bottom of the steps, one hand wrapped around the door knob. The familiar cadence of Bob Ross’ soothing voice is flowing through the cracks around the attic door but Ransom feels anything but relaxed. He inhales once, exhales sharply, and digs his phone out of his pocket to send a text to his Hausmates.

Me: CODE TITANIUM WHITEMe: THIS IS NOT A DRILL, WE HAVE A CODE TITANIUM WHITELards: oh noItty Bitty: Going to get blueberries right now!!Shitty: fuckJaques: What do you need?Me: let me get the lay of the land one sec

Ransom opens the door carefully, making sure it creaks loudly. It’s not good to surprise Holster when he’s in this state. His phone buzzes in his pocket but he ignores the steady vibrations as he makes his way towards the mound of blankets on Holster’s bed. He can see a tuft of blonde hair sticking out of one end and a bare foot at the other and he heads for the hair, kneeling on the creaky floorboards before reaching out to thread his fingers through the soft strands. Ransom scratches at Holster’s scalp, waiting, as Bob Ross beats the devil out of his brush.

Holster shifts; the foot disappears back under the blankets as his face appears. There’s a red indent from the sheets on his cheek and his hair is pressed flat on one side. Ransom waits. His phone has gone still in his pocket. His fingers slip around the back of Holster’s skull to his jaw, rough with stubble. Ransom brushes his knuckles over the bristly hair, moving along the grain until Holster finally opens his eyes. His gaze drifts, unfocused, until Ransom moves close enough for his features to shift into a more defined blur instead of a smear of colors.

“I really tried, Rans.” He mumbles, eyes falling shut again. Holster’s usually so careful, skilled from years of balancing his brain chemicals on his own, but even he can’t predict every valley he stumbles into every once in awhile. Some days are worse than others and some days are worse than those. There’s nothing Ransom can say to change his serotonin levels.

“I know you did, Holtzy.” Ransom moves the laptop to the floor, turning up the volume so Holster will still be able to hear it. He slips a hand under where he approximates Holster’s shoulder is under the blankets and pushes him up, barely managing to wedge himself in the tiny twin bed before his friend’s weight settles over him. Holster shifts, moving this way and that with little annoyed huffs and a furrowed brow until he finds a comfortable position laying half on Ransom with his face tucked against his partner’s neck. Ransom cards his fingers through Holster’s hair again, scratching softly until the last of the tension bleeds away. There’s nothing he can say, but if Holster can try, he can, too.

[halfabreath]

an addition for the august prompt free for all

Adam Birkholtz is many things: a defenseman, a student, a musician, a best friend, a boyfriend, Protector Supreme of the Oluransi Coral Reef System, a semi-closeted bisexual. Holster is many things, and neurotypical is not one of them. He’s also not organized, and there are only three things he’s certain to do on a daily basis: floss, stretch, and take 300mg of Wellbutrin.

Floss, stretch, medicate.

He doesn’t have to think about it anymore. It’s like breathing, almost, since he’ll definitely die if he stops doing that, too. He doesn’t think as much about dying as he used to, he’s happy to say, but on days like these the notion of going to sleep and never waking up sounds enticing. Holster’s not sure where his phone is but he gropes along the floor by his bed until he finds his laptop, so exhausted by the effort he has to take a break before opening it and pulling up the Youtube channel of Bob Ross episodes. Bob always makes him feel marginally better, and Holster knows firsthand just how vital that margin can be. He selects a random episode and settles back in the blankets, letting the soothing cadence of Bob’s voice wash over him. The weight in his chest doesn’t disappear, but it does decrease.

Holster’s not sure how many episodes he watches before the door creaks open and Ransom slowly makes his way up the steps. Holster couldn’t tell you what time it is, what he’s wearing, or which way is up, but he knows it’s Ransom’s steps he hears. The steps get closer and then cool fingers brush through his hair. Holster shifts under the covers until the blankets fall away from his face. Ransom’s cool fingers travel over his cheek and jaw in soothing patterns as Ransom waits for him to speak.

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[mad-madam-m]

hi hi hi! 1) i have missed ya! and 2) would you be so kind to do "accidentally sleeping in" + sterek? :) <3 <3 thank youuuuu!!

OMG! *hugs* I’ve missed you, too! Hope you enjoy this little story. <3

27. Accidentally Sleeping In 

Stiles woke to the sound of his phone making noise very, very insistently. He slapped at it blearily, thinking it was his alarm, until the sound registered through his sleepy brain as his ringtone, not his alarm. 

After three tries at swiping, he finally managed to answer it. “Huh?”

Eh, that was close enough to hello.

“You okay, kid?” his dad’s voice said.

Stiles wiped a hand over his heavy eyes. “Yeah, fine, why?”

“Because your shift started an hour ago and you didn’t call in.”

That was a shot of adrenaline to his system, and Stiles jerked his phone away from his ear to check the time. Shit. He had overslept. He had really overslept. “Oh my God, Dad, I’m so sorry, I–” 

He realized then that he wasn’t actually sleeping alone. Derek Hale was sound asleep beside him, arms tucked under his pillow and his scruffy cheeks mushed up in such a way that Stiles could see his teeth peeking out of his mouth. It was unfairly adorable.

The sight made his breath hitch, and Stiles remembered, vividly, the night before. God, he’d thought it had been a dream. He’d thought it had to be a dream, because Stiles couldn’t fathom a world where Derek Hale was actually into him, and his giant unrequited crush wasn’t actually unrequited.

Apparently that was the world he lived in, because he was definitely awake and Derek was definitely still here.

“Stiles?” his dad said again. “Are you okay?”

The question snapped him back to reality. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine. I just, uh…I had someone over last night, and–”

“You and Derek finally sort your shit out?” Dad asked.

Stiles gaped at the phone for a full five seconds before he managed, “I–what–how did you know?”

He swore he could hear his dad roll his eyes. “One, give me some credit for knowing my son. Two, I was at the dinerwith you last night before you two got lost in each other’s eyes and decided to go grab a drink to ‘talk.’”

“Uh.” Stiles blinked, because he was still waking up and he was still registering that all that had actually happened. “Yes. We, uh, talked.”

“So that’s what the kids are calling it these days.”

“Dad!”

“Oh, don’t sound so scandalized. I’ve heard how you talk to Scott.” Dad sighed. “Tell you what, take a sick day. I’ll have Perry cover for you. She’s been asking for more shifts, anyway.”

Stiles thought he should argue. But Derek was stirring beside him, slowly rolling over and rubbing his eyes, and…well…

Stiles was weak, okay?

“Thanks, Dad,” he said with every ounce of feeling he could muster. “I’ll pick up another shift in the next couple of weeks to help out someone else, okay?”

“I’ll make a note,” Dad said. “You enjoy your day with Derek, son. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He hung up and tossed his phone onto the bedside table, and nestled back down in the covers.

Derek blinked, his pale eyes slowly focusing on Stiles, and then a soft smile gradually spread across his face. “Hey.”

Stiles wiggled closer. “Hey.”

Derek frowned a little, a tiny divot forming above his nose. “Thought you had work?”

“I did. I overslept, so Dad’s calling me in sick. Apparently hooking up with my crush of six years gets me the day off.”

Derek snorted. “Good to know.”

Stiles reached over and trailed his fingers through Derek’s hair, which was surprisingly silky, and Derek closed his eyes and lifted his head into the touch.

It gave Stiles a little thrill to see. “So…that means I’m free all day, if you had any ideas of how to spend it.”

Derek half-opened his eyes. “Oh, I’ve got a few.”

He grabbed Stiles around the waist and hauled him in so they were spooning, and nuzzled the back of Stiles’s neck.

Stiles huffed, but it was hard to be upset with Derek’s warm weight all around him and his breath tickling his neck. “So cuddles? Cuddles is your idea?”

“Mm-hmm.” Derek nuzzled him again. “You got a better one?”

Stiles threaded their fingers together and burrowed deeper under the covers, closer to Derek. “No, I really don’t.”

(send me an affectionate prompt)

[itscolossal]

Book Dress by Sylvie Facon

[captaintinymite]

I enjoy clothing made from unconventional materials. This kind of reminds me of the corn husk dress from Project Runway in that way. Creatively pushing the boundaries of couture.

[laughingsquid]

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The only map that matters

[chick3n-queen]

Tag yourself I’m Mary’s Igloo

[captaintinymite]

I dunno. I refuse to believe that Kiester(MN) sounds more lewd than Morehead(MN). Really dropped the ball there.