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[pesteringjester]

i want the h if ur still takin em B|| jason hasnt hugged his harls in a whILE

Send me “I want the H” and I will randomly generate a number!

14: Run and jump hug (oh god gET READY JASON)

At this point, Jason probably should have expected this kind of behavior from his pseudo-adoptive-mother. After all, aside from being a physically affectionate person, Harley tended to get extremely a little carried away with herself, particularly when it came to her tiny patchwork family. And, if the barrage of capslock-ridden texts and excitable voicemails was any indication, she’d really missed Jason while she and Alice had been on their honeymoon. 

Like, a lot.

So, aside from an interjected “INCOMING!” from Alice several yards away, Jason’s only warning of the approaching danger came in the form of pounding footsteps, and he barely turned in time for Harley to collide with him head-on, her entire weight hitting him as she jumped into his arms. It was no surprise they attracted stares from the multitude of other people waiting to pick up their luggage.

“Jaaay! We’re back!” she crowed triumphantly, giving a giddy grin, absolutely not caring that she had A. stated the obvious and B. nearly taken out several passers-by with her recklessness. Hey, let a lady hug her son, right? 

[redgossamer]

Soulmate AU - Natasha and Alice

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Natasha had always wondered if the whole color thing was just a myth, because she had never encountered it, and never really expected someone like herself to have that kind of luck. It looked nice in the movies, but Natasha wasn’t exactly a people person, and she doubted someone with her kind of past had a soul mate.

When she wasn’t at work, Natasha liked to read, and since she had just moved into the city, she had figured she should check out the library. She had been about to ask the front desk lady where the science fiction section was when the world seemed to stop, sudden color filling in the greys and blacks she had been seeing before. She stopped and stared for a moment at the woman before her, more than a little shell shocked. The woman hadn’t seemed to look up from her desk, so she cleared her throat a little, which made the woman look up and speak to her.

The woman’s words made Natasha blush, much to her embarrassment, and she had to admit, she was a little starstruck by the woman in front of her. When the woman held out her hand, she hesitated, and then took her hand to shake.

“I’m Natasha. I...can’t say I was expecting this. Didn’t think it was real.”

[bxmboozledarchive-blog]

"Why did you do that?" (OOPS)

                   i’d catch a grenade for yaaa … accepting

Isn’t this the way it always goes?

The world has a funny way of giving Jason what he wants and then ripping it away – he knows that, he knows that, but the world’s a cruel mistress and he keeps coming back for more.

He’s not even in costume when the blade goes between his ribs and twists.

He’s just trying to keep Alice safe – this mother figure, he’d die for her, he’s dying for her – and one, two, three guys he could handle – four’s getting testy, five is pushing it, six is too much when two have guns and he’s just a man, even if he tries to keep people from believing that. He’s had worse. He’s had so much worse. But even as he takes that chance and pulls it out and stabs the guy who got him in the throat –

         – even as the rest run –

                   Man, he really hates stab wounds.

She’s fluttering and fretting (why did you do that?) and he’s got a hand pressed to his side as he wheezes out a breath but he hangs on to every bit of air he can because not again not again not again.

                                         (Spoilers: he lives.)

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librarypolice

The nightmares didn’t happen every night. If they did, Jason wouldn’t sleep at all (as it was, he got five hours at most on average; the occasional day would happen where he’d be asleep throughout the entirety of the daylight hours, but that was only every month or so as a sort of catch up system for his body that he allowed). 

But the nightmares happened enough for them to have him waking up with breath strangled, the memory of dirt choking him six feet under embossed in his mind. He hadn’t thrashed or gotten himself pushed off of the couch, at least -- small favors, or something -- but his throat was raw and his mouth was dry like he’d called out, maybe for help.

Alice’s hand on his shoulder was a weight slowly registered, and he squeezed eyes shut as he pressed his lips together tight, unwilling to look up at the back of the couch to see her standing there. He should’ve known better than to think this wouldn’t happen, but suddenly, all he really wanted was her presence, comforting as it was.

[misternigma]

Childhood friends au: Alice appeared behind Edward, grinning like the cheshire cat. With nary a sound of warning she swooped down and let out an almighty grunt, lifting the smaller boy bridal style and prancing (or trying) into the house. "I come bearing gifts of Edward's clean shoes!"

Edward let out a yelp as Alice picked him up. She had always enjoyed using her height to her advantage, but sometimes in more frustrating ways than others. (Even if he wasn’t taller, he’d get her back soon enough. Maybe he’d sneak some of his science books into her bookshelf when she wasn’t looking.) He let his body go heavy in her arms to make it even harder for her to take him anywhere. “My shoes are clean, Alice. You didn’t even check. That’s just an excuse!”

[pesteringjester]

"Harley! there is a dead human in our house!"

Llamas With Hats Sentence Starters

“…You say that like this is the first time that’s happened, Alice.”

[pesteringjester]

tagged by librarypolice

//shIT

below, catalogue your history of muses on tumblr. who knows? maybe someone knew you from way back when!

tag six people: nahhh. do it if u want bruh

(p.s. all of these are inactive lmao i can only handle one blog at once anymore)

Disney’s Tarzan; my first canon character and (I think?) my first RP blog.

Disney’s Giselle from Enchanted; my first attempt at a Disney princess.

MCU Loki, which lasted the longest, and was my first foray into the Marvel/DC fandom. But I lost the muse and got discouraged bc of all the judgmental behavior I saw toward Loki RPers. (I am proud of that URL though.)

I’ve also had a few that I either deleted or can’t remember the URLs to;

Discordia, the spirit of chaos; an OC interpretation of “chaos” personified, mashed together from a billion different mythologies.

Thea, a grumpy OC who suffered from CIPA and was addicted to tattoos/alcohol.

Belle from Beauty and the Beast; my second attempt at a Disney princess.

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                    C O N T I N U E D ...

librarypolice

So the radio silence on Alice’s end had been due to something other than her just not check- ing her phone. Jason walking in to see her bloody and battered wasn’t what he’d hoped for, though, and as he’d stood in the doorway and seen the ex- tent of the damage -- so far -- he was fairly certain that he’d like to do more than just repay whoever was responsible.

Jason stepped in fully and batted her hand out of the way, calmly taking the needle from Alice and tapping at her chin, getting her to turn her head up a bit.

“C’mon,” he said gently. Jason’d find out who it was. He would. She had to know that -- for the moment, he didn’t mention it. “Let’s get you fixed up, yeah? Gonna have a little more than a shiner, though.”