Bring us the girl And wipe away the debt

Same username on Ao3.Current Obsessions: The 100 * Bioshock * HTGAWM * Supernatural

[juniorjeeves]

happy death anniversary, lutece.

please do not repost this art, thanks! (reblog is fine)

[juniorjeeves]

Inktober Day 11: Transport. After finishing her equation, she managed to locate and open the tear to her brother. Her brother seems equally tired, trying to stabilized the tear from his side. The only task remain is, how to transport her brother to her side.

(per request by @jaydeemz, first time seeing each other through the tear)

[jaydeemz]

Look at those cookies. :')

[fatalienspacebabe420]

Songbird, Songbird, see him fly. Drop the children from the sky. When the young ones misbehave, escorts children to their grave. Never back talk never lie or he’ll drop you from the sky!!

[auguststories1-deactivated20191]

S T and J

Aww, aren’t you adorable, my Queen.

Sebastian Stan

Tess

Julie

There you go.

[abadgerinthebluebox]

i used our initials but you were supposed to pic other stuff XD

[auguststories1-deactivated20191]

I was supposed to pick stuff I love. I love you two. And Sebastian Stan. I didn’t cheat, I did what was asked.

[jaydeemz]

THEY ARE SO CUTE. I love my girls. :')

[brown-nena]

You can tell he’s going “ohhHhhhhHHH!” 😩😭 this is so cute lmao

[iverbz]

this is one of most wholesome me posts ive ever seen

[closetmadotsuki]

C'est toi pour moi, moi pour toi dans la vie, Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie.

[jaydeemz]

!!!!you're back, I missed you, ily!!!!

:’) What a thing to find in my inbox. Thanks, nonny, I missed you too.

[daisiesforgratitude]

[litwltch]

[kaitlynsgonnakait]

Lake Agnes, Alberta - August 15, 2016

[theemotionmachine]

A young artist exhibits his work for the first time… …and a well known art critic is in attendance. The critic says to the young artist, “would you like my opinion of your work?” “Yes,” says the artist. “It’s worthless,” says the critic. The artist replies, “I know, but tell me anyway.”

[pb-loves-owls]

best lutecest fics you've read so far

Meteora

Constants and Variables

The Odd Occurrences of R & R Lutece

All that is written by whisperthroughthewall

Through Fiery Strands

Perpetual

Variables which also explores them being gay.

Matters of Semantics

Define ‘Wrong’

Final Goodbye

Erosion

Third Time Isn’t the Charm

Sleep is Luxury

We’ll Build Our Altar Here

An Ultimatum

For Want of a Statue

Perception which explores the question of Robert’s existence 

On the Interpretation of Nightmares

All of luteces works

Love Me Not

Inequalities

Lost in the Ocean of Time

Delta Waves

An angsty writing prompt from Anonymous to chesapeakestrippers

More from chesapeakestrippers 

Smut fic by brotherlutece

Dimension Hopping Kidnappers

Jealousy and Duplicity

Those are all the ones I can find right now.

[scarecade]

rosalind’s got herself a bad case of the sads today

[cat-cosplay]

“City at the bottom of the ocean? Ridiculous.”

Debuting Booker DeCatt from Bioshock Infinite!

[auguststories1-deactivated20191]

My love ( @jaydeemz ) asked for Red Buttercup for the “Important OTP Questions”, so let’s do that:

Who is a master of the Puppy-Dog-Eyes look?

Both? I think they are very much a sucker for each other’s puppy eyes, but Red is a little better at it? She is a little sister after all and Clint kinda raised her, and she had a lot of time to practive with Jack.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

Red is the big spoon, Buttercup the little one, alone out of height reasons.

Does the bigger one carry the smaller one in their arms?

Red wants to, Buttercup doesn’t let her. Unless you count that one time during a mission where Buttercup got shot and Red had to carry her out of the combat zone.

Who wakes up early to make breakfast in bed?

Red. Every morning five am on the dot. Buttercup loves to sleep.

Who checks on the baby in the middle of the night?

Buttercup? I think Red is more secure in this whole mother thing because of Laura’s influence early on and her experiences with baby Coop and baby Lila as a sister rather than a partner.

Did they cry at their own wedding?

Yup. Like waterfalls.

Who would cuddle the other for no reason?

They are both very affectionate in private, but I think Buttercup initiates more cuddle sessions.

Who sings a lullaby to help the baby sleep?

Buttercup. Red doesn’t sing period.

Who makes who sleep on the couch after an argument?

At home Buttercup had the pants on. Red doesn’t win arguments at home very often.

[jaydeemz]

I am in love. I ship it too hard.

[sammyinhalloweentown]

Heya!

So, I am going on erasmus (aka one semester abroad) next year and my family is not crazy rich so I decided to try out for uniplaces’ scholarship so I would have accommodation figured out for my erasmus. What they asked for in the application was actually compatible with what I have been doing so I went for it but now I need people to vote for me, as it is one of the criteria they are looking at to offer the scholarships (number of votes) and as this project I am working on is not actually something I told irl people about yet, as I am still working on it, I can’t ask uni people and friends to vote for me… So I decided to try my luck here.

All you have to do is go to this link:

http://scholarship.uniplaces.com/en/u/inesacosta14606

click vote, write in your email (don’t worry they don’t keep the info, is just to guarantee there’s only one vote per person (or per email)) and then go to your email account to confirm the vote.

Thank you so much for the attention!

And Thank you a lot in case you do help me!

[inediblesushi]

civil naptime (everyone agrees steve is the most comfortable to sleep on)

[karadin]

ahah ant man

[cluegrrl]

D'awwww!

[sevensneakyfoxes]

I TOTALLY MISSED ANT MAN AND THEN I SAW HIM AND THEN THIS BECAME SHEER PERFECTION.

[astolat]

I really want film of the actual scene where this happens in a dark back corner of a massive cargo ship shortly after they’ve busted everyone out of the prison and they’re all dully exhausted, not sure yet how they’re going to make it to Wakanda or if their friends are going to be coming after them, and it’s cold and damp and the engines are groaning continuously, and one after another they huddle in together under their one large shared blanket, which is really just a used parachute, edging closer and closer until they’re in a single extended heap. 

And they’re all wanted criminals now, outside every institution and law that Steve ever cared about, and he’s still thinking about every word of the letter he laboriously wrote to Tony, in sorrow–but he’s got the whole world in his arms at the same time, and somehow he can’t help but smile as he’s falling asleep.