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An idea that I might not do anything with, but Mama Mia with marvel men. Like you had a great summer awhile ago with three of them, now your daughter is getting married and they all show up and just rehashing and everything
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND NON CONFORMING FOLKS
IT IS UP!!!!! my webcomic Good Use of Space is alive and well! check it OUT! updates fridays~!@#
WOW! MY BEST FRIEND IS SO TALENTED!!!!
Page 1: Screw That
Welcome to GUS!
GUS follows Casey Levin, and barista with a degree in unemployment navigating her youth, and what it is she wants to do with it as she’s surrounding by her friends who seem to know what they’re doing
Read this! One of my best friends is publishing her own web comic and it’s so good!
Just so ya’ll know where this blog stands
i’m in a meme-ing mood lately :V
Warning for all my followers, especially if you’re a Logan Paul fan:
Please please PLEASE be very careful looking into what happened, the video was taken down but there’s still copies floating around. Unfortunately, you especially might want to be careful of any videos on any media in upcoming days, bc people are awful and I don’t know if people are gonna use the footage to scare/hurt others. It is ABSOLUTELY A VIOLENCE/DEPRESSION/SUICIDE TRIGGER so if you’re sensitive to that PLEASE be wary.
If anyone is confused and wants to know what happened from a reliable source, please just PM me here through chat and I’ll explain.
Stay safe and be careful everyone.
Refrain
A little something I’ve been thinking of making a full story. (Also, I’m still alive)
Music was always apart your life. You always seemed to dance along to your own beat as you made your way through. It was dance, though, that gave your life meaning and brought you into the Avengers. Your style of fighting, both using dance as well as pitting the music against your opponent, quickly put you at the head of the pack at SHIELD academy. When your year was doing your showcase, it was the taunting bigger guy who got caught in the beat of a pop song that gave you the upper hand and let you win the battle. Your take down of your much larger opponent isolated you in Phil Coulson’s eyes as his new mentee.
It was classical music that was playing when Natasha first talked to you. You had brought out your pointe shoes to practice once again raising yourself to your toes. Your feet and toes had long since become bruised and bloody, but yet you still pushed yourself. You refused to forget the style that had enamored you when you were younger. Natasha had found you on the floor, holding back tears, trying to push yourself up again. Her voice was quiet and thick with her accent, but she still gave you a few pointers. She continued to give you those pointers and you started to build a friendship with her, just to have somebody there when the missions end to bond with. You were with her while she became more comfortable with herself and in SHIELD.
The first time Steve Rogers met you was when you were playing your workout playlist, a combination of songs that pumped you up from all your favorite genres. He saw you wreaking havoc on a nearby punching bag at 2 AM to the beat of the song. With each beat another punch was unleashed. At the end of the song you flipped around to find the soldier and you tried to give him some apology if you had breached some of his privacy, yet he still assuaged you. It became a ritual that the two of you would fight alongside in the wee hours of the morning as the both of you tried to punch the demons out of your head. You created playlists that would introduce Steve to some of your favorite music that had been created since he went in the ice. He became more comfortable in the beats of your favorite music. You kept fighting in the morning until you officially were put by SHIELD to fight together in a team.
You let the beat overtake you when you fought against the organization that gave you a home.
Your favorite music was always played with Sam. The two of you would make megaplaylists as you went on road trips cross country searching for a ghost of a man. The beats of one song would flow into each other as you sang your hearts out on the interstate. You stopped to find leads and as you stood on the opposite door of the man, you drew Sam away with lyrics and new songs. The two of you found friendship in the roadtrips, often having your own jokes that would fly over Steve’s head when the two of you would catch up with the Captain. You and Sam’s friendship was founded on laughter, smiles, and a search, but when the two of you would lay in your beds in a hotel room, waiting for sleep to overtake you, Sam would mumble the lyrics of your favorite songs to you, lulling you to sleep with his deep voice.
When you babysat for Clint, there would always be music playing throughout his house. That was how you got his daughter over her fear of thunderstorms. You cranked the music through his house until you could hear it from the outside over the rain. You danced in the rain with his daughter and his son was quick to follow. The three of you danced in the downpour, letting the water stick your hair to your forehead. The three of you smiled and laughed. When Laura and Clint finally got home, the three of you were a dripping mess in the foyer. Laura couldn’t stop laughing, but Clint got you three towels grumbling about the mess you were making, but would secretly hide a smile from you.
Tony tried to claim your musicality when he first found your fighting style. He saw you hack a speaker system and play 80s rock through the speakers and he was hooked. You always laughed it off, but when it came to fighting in the field with the Avengers, you let Tony pick the music. You knew it would piss Steve off a lot of the time, but you would smile at Steve and tell him whoever had the tech could pick the music. Steve tried to figure out how Tony’s tech worked so he could pick the music for once during the fight, but Tony caught him and laughed, calling him a grandpa, but the next mission the music changed from Tony’s picks to Steve’s, a silent agreement between the two leaders.
The new members were not aware of your fighting style. It seemed to catch Rhodey, Wanda, and Vision off guard when you started to play music at the beginning of each training session. They seemed to get used to it as time wore on, even requesting music. Rhodey would request hard rock, showing why he and Tony were friends. Wanda picked music from Sokovia. She would softly sing along to the tunes as she tried to brandish and get hold of her true power. You had assumed Vision would pick Sokovian tunes, trying make his way further into the witch’s heart or maybe even techno music for obvious reasons, but he always chose classical. When you asked him about his choice, he said he was attracted to the math that classical tunes provided. Your music played through the training area, others put in their input (mainly Sam), but tunes flowed from one genre to another to please each of the people in the gym.
You had always assumed 40s swing would calm down Bucky. When he first came to you after his escape from Hydra, you tried that. In some cases it worked to sway with your great Uncle to music from his previous life, but not every time. He seemed to prefer music that was taken from one era and put into another. You assumed he felt some kin to the songs, a man in another time. You played those through your apartment and laughed as Bucky tried to figure out where the time went since he was himself. When the two of you were found out, Steve brandishing his glare like a knife, you ignored him to bring Bucky back with the changed music. When Bucky went into his cryostate, a song seemed to play in your head. A song that called for change.
You’ve Got One Voicemail
Prompt: Imagine Spencer leaving you a message when he develops anthrax poisoning.
“Umm, hey, Y/N. I hoped I never would have to do this, but here it goes. If you’re getting this, it means things have turned for the worse. I’m leaving this for Garcia to send you only if it looks like I might not survive this. We’re looking for an unsub that is poisoning people with anthrax. I’ve had a vaccine, but if you get this it probably means that the vaccine didn’t work.
“I just wanted to call you to let you know, well, do you remember that night a few weeks ago when we were supposed to meet up for dinner, but I had a case? Instead of pressuring me to go out you showed up at my place with some take out and the Doctor Who box set and we just sat around and talked and watched tv. There was a point in the night when you had just fallen asleep leaning against me and I looked down and I realized that I loved you and I wanted to spend my life with you. I went out and got a ring the next day.
“I just wish I told you how much I loved you, Y/N. You’re amazing: you’re smart, beautiful, and all around perfect and for some reason you choose to be with me. I still don’t know why you do, but if I do get out of this I’m going to make sure to cherish you everyday and tell you in some way that I truly love you. If you do get this message, please don’t blame anybody but me for being reckless when I entered this house. I just wanted to make sure you know how much I love you. If you get this message, you should go into my top drawer at work and you’ll find a ring. Please take it and remember me, but still live your life. I just-I-I love you, Y/N. Alright, Garcia, I’m done.”
End of message.
How's life going for you?
I’m currently sick, so there’s all the stuff that comes with that, but I also just got a paper back from my class and my prof literally asked “how I learned to write so creatively?”…There was a lot of nervous laughter coming from me.
Happy valentine's day!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Real question, though: has anybody ever done a Pride and Prejudice-Supernatural AU? Cause it kind of fits really well (somebody who’s dark and brooding gets found out to be a charming family man).
Elizabeth: Reader
Darcy: Dean
Mr. Bennett: Bobby
Mrs. Bennett: Jody
Jane: ??
Mary: Kevin
Kitty: Gabriel
Lydia: ??
Charles Bingley: ??
Caroline Bingley: ??
Wickham: Lucifer
Mr. Collins: Castiel
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: Samuel
Georgiana: Sam
Charlotte: Meg
Fitzwilliams: Crowley
I just can’t figure out who to do for the really “pure” love story of Jane and Bing. Some of these, though, are so perfect you can fight me (mainly, Castiel).
Hi! I just read Birthday Wish and it's so perfect! I absolutely love it! It was already amazing enough with it being the whole BAU, but then you threw in the kiss with Spencer and just made it even more epic! A wonderful, wonderful job! :D
Thank you so much! I love hearing this! (I may or may not have squealed in my bed when I saw this).
I just got the chance to scroll through my tumblr and see why I was reblogged today. CONGRATS @thefandomimagine ON THREE AMAZING YEARS!!!! I’m so glad to be up on the list of favorites! Thank you so much for providing a way for imagine writers of all sorts to have a jumping ground (you’re one of the only reasons I felt confident starting my own imagine blog)! Here’s to another three and many more!
Reblog if its ok to message you during this holiday season incase Im feeling lonely or out of place during family events because no one should be alone on Christmas
I don’t celebrate so I need insight on what it’s like anyways so hmu!!
15: Snowball
You had decided after the hunt to leave the boys behind at the motel and take a walk around town. During the hunt, there had been a considerable amount of snowfall, but at this point it had been plowed and pushed to the sides turning into grey slush. You were walking when you started to hear a slight crushing noise following you. You paused and called behind you.
“You should know I am armed and extremely dangerous.”
“Well, you should know I am not armed, but still dangerous.”
“Gabriel?”
You turned around to see the archangel smiling at you. He held his arms out wide and a lollipop stick was hanging out of his mouth.
“Gabe,” you exclaimed as you ran into his arms.
He rubbed his hands on your back.
“I thought you could use a little fun from your favorite trickster.”
“Oh where is he?”
Gabriel pulled back and to look at your face. He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth and threw it with it disappearing in midair.
“Do you really want to go there?” He asked you.
You smiled up at him and kissed his jaw, letting that answer for you. You grabbed his hand and then continued your walk. You kept walking through the town until you passed a bakery. Gabriel stopped to look at the window and marvel at the different sweets. You sighed and after waiting about five minutes you got bored, so you started looking around for something to distract you when you remembered what surrounded you. You double checked to make sure Gabriel was still distracted and leaned down and grabbed a pile of snow. You packed it to make a snowball then threw it at your target. Gabriel immediately looked over at you. You looked away, trying (but failing) to hide your smile from the archangel. Gabriel said your name in a warning tone.
“What?” You asked trying to feign innocence.
“Oh, so that’s how it is, sugar?”
“How what is?”
“Do you remember that you’re trying to pick a fight with an archangel?”
“Oh, what are you going to do?”
“You’re going to regret that.”
Gabe snapped his fingers and copies of him surrounded you in a circle, all holding a snowball. Tossing them up and down in unison. You turned around before facing the one that you believed to be the original.
“Is it too late to say ‘uncle’?”
As soon as your sentence ended, snowballs hit you. You recoiled, expecting them to be much harder, but as soon as they hit you they burst into white powder. The Gabriel in front of you snapped his fingers once again and all of the copies went away.
“Now what do you have to say?”
“I’m sorry I underestimated your archangel abilities.”
Gabriel swaggered up to you with a smile and pulled you into his arms.
“You’re forgiven,” he told you.
“Though, I may have a use for all those copies of you.”
15: Snowball
You had decided after the hunt to leave the boys behind at the motel and take a walk around town. During the hunt, there had been a considerable amount of snowfall, but at this point it had been plowed and pushed to the sides turning into grey slush. You were walking when you started to hear a slight crushing noise following you. You paused and called behind you.
“You should know I am armed and extremely dangerous.”
“Well, you should know I am not armed, but still dangerous.”
“Gabriel?”
You turned around to see the archangel smiling at you. He held his arms out wide and a lollipop stick was hanging out of his mouth.
“Gabe,” you exclaimed as you ran into his arms.
He rubbed his hands on your back.
“I thought you could use a little fun from your favorite trickster.”
“Oh where is he?”
Gabriel pulled back and to look at your face. He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth and threw it with it disappearing in midair.
“Do you really want to go there?” He asked you.
You smiled up at him and kissed his jaw, letting that answer for you. You grabbed his hand and then continued your walk. You kept walking through the town until you passed a bakery. Gabriel stopped to look at the window and marvel at the different sweets. You sighed and after waiting about five minutes you got bored, so you started looking around for something to distract you when you remembered what surrounded you. You double checked to make sure Gabriel was still distracted and leaned down and grabbed a pile of snow. You packed it to make a snowball then threw it at your target. Gabriel immediately looked over at you. You looked away, trying (but failing) to hide your smile from the archangel. Gabriel said your name in a warning tone.
“What?” You asked trying to feign innocence.
“Oh, so that’s how it is, sugar?”
“How what is?”
“Do you remember that you’re trying to pick a fight with an archangel?”
“Oh, what are you going to do?”
“You’re going to regret that.”
Gabe snapped his fingers and copies of him surrounded you in a circle, all holding a snowball. Tossing them up and down in unison. You turned around before facing the one that you believed to be the original.
“Is it too late to say ‘uncle’?”
As soon as your sentence ended, snowballs hit you. You recoiled, expecting them to be much harder, but as soon as they hit you they burst into white powder. The Gabriel in front of you snapped his fingers once again and all of the copies went away.
“Now what do you have to say?”
“I’m sorry I underestimated your archangel abilities.”
Gabriel swaggered up to you with a smile and pulled you into his arms.
“You’re forgiven,” he told you.
“Though, I may have a use for all those copies of you.”
19: Finals (College AU or Characters in College)
You hit your head on the desk and groaned. Finals week was upon you and it was really taking a toll on you. Your roommate had evacuated, electing to go study in the library rather than your shared room, leaving you by yourself to wallow in your own self pity. You groaned and pulled yourself up and out of your chair and started to stretch, trying to return blood to the rest of your body. As if on cue, your computer started to chirp alerting you to a video call trying to make its way in. You leaned down to read the name and smiled at who was trying to make contact. You clicked on the accept button and waited for the feed to officially start.
“Hey, doll,” Steve boomed over the computer.
“Steve! The voice of a nightingale! How did you know I needed a break?”
“Probably because I needed a break. How’s studying going?”
“Terribly. Every time I think I have got all the information down, it’s like another page in one of my study guide magically appears. I swear, if I never have to see another study guide in my life, I’ll be the happiest human on this earth.”
“You and I both know that’s not going to happen,” Steve said to you with a laugh
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Make me feel real good there, lover boy. How about you? How’s Military History going?”
“Fine. My World War II class doesn’t have a real final, we’re doing oral reports on parts of the aftermath of the war and I got scientific breakthroughs, so that should be interesting.”
“Maybe I should switch to Military History?” You pondered aloud.
“You would also have to switch to be at school with me.”
You hummed in agreement before adding, “You know if I could, I would, but we both chose our schools for specific reasons.”
“I know, I just miss you. I wish I could just snuggle with you right now instead of studying for my lit class.”
You smiled and told the man, “Tell you what, we can watch a movie to take a break then I’ll study for my classes, you study for yours and we can keep this call going so we have each other at least there.”
“Sounds good to me, doll,” he told you as he pushed his books off the desk.