It seems paradoxical, an angel not liking Christmas, but nevertheless Crowley knows it to be true. It’s been true almost as long as Christmas has been A Thing, and it's high time Crowley figured out why.

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It seems paradoxical, an angel not liking Christmas, but nevertheless Crowley knows it to be true. It’s been true almost as long as Christmas has been A Thing, and it's high time Crowley figured out why.
Mark Rothko, Untitled (Green, Red on Orange), 1951
© Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society
Danny has been shooting him I’m going to attempt to make you talk, just you wait glances all day, so it’s not much of a surprise when there’s a knock at Steve’s door an hour after he gets home. In other ways, it’s a huge surprise. “Since when do you knock?” he asks Danny, who’s standing in front of him, still in the same clothes he wore at work and carrying a six-pack of Longboards.
Danny seems very convinced Steve has something to say. Steve is not entirely sure why (except for all the ways in which he is).
@tobias_grothmann
‘I don’t know if you remember what we did last night, but getting naked is something of a prerequisite.’
TWISTER (1996) - dir. Jan de Bont
“So, hypothetically,” Danny says, tone clipped, “you’d totally help me get rid of a body, right?”
Steve, still living in a state of blissful ignorance at this time, laughs and shifts the phone to his other ear the better to rummage through the fridge. “Who’d you kill, Danno?”
“I’m taking that as a yes,” Danny informs him. “I’m at Stan’s. I’ll expect you here in eight minutes.”
Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1954
Oil on canvas
Rhode Island School of Design
© Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society
All Bucky had wanted was gold. A few jewels. Not a king's riches, not a prince's fortune, just enough he'd never have to worry about anything ever again. It was what had sent him racing to the dragon's cave when he'd overheard the news that the Prince had killed her.
But he should have known better. Nothing good ever came from eavesdropping, and nothing good ever came from listening to men in pubs, and now instead of gold, instead of jewels, he had an egg. A dragon egg, and no idea how he was going to keep it alive.
The dragon egg wasn't all he had, even if he didn't know it. He also had a full-grown dragon on his trail, one who'd sworn he'd find the egg--and the human who stole it.
Mark Rothko, No. 212, 1962, Oil on canvas
© Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society
Bucky Barnes is a vampire mistaken for a guardian angel.
friggin seals…
Bucky's having a good day. Or he was.
"All children need is love, a grown-up to take responsibility for them, and a soft place to land." (A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness)
Or, the one in which two super soldiers adopt two super children and, incidentally, fall in love.
“I am his And he is mine In the end, it’s him and I”
(Requested by Anonymous)
“I’m in love with you, Steve,” Danny says. He does it softly, quietly, laying the words into the darkness of Steve’s backyard like they’re something breakable, something to be tiptoed around. “I thought you should know.”
Steve’s heart jumps. It rams against his ribcage so hard it’s going to leave bruises. So hard he startles awake, and he almost yells before he realizes he’s outside because he fell asleep in one of the garden chairs in his backyard again.