Satan probably:
*clicks pen*
You get flies
You get an ugly face because I don’t like you
You get a rotten face because you’re a prick and if you kept your mouth shut in Heaven I wouldn’t now have to do big baddie paperwork and instead I’d still be creating cute ass stars, fucking hell
Eh who’s next
Oh
Ohhh
You get a cute lil snake on your face and you can move it wherever you want my little pretty starmaker…
*God calls*: Satan, are you taking the piss?
Satan: What?
God: You can’t make everyone ugly and give him a cute tattoo like he’s your favourite!
Satan: But he is my favourite :)
God: You’re suppose to be evil!!!
Satan: What if I give him snake eyes. See. Scary.
God: Are you going to blind him from seeing the stars?
Satan: Woah! Dude, you want my job?
God: *ends the conversation*
Satan: *adds a note: and perfect vision*
spencer reid who still reads the morning paper. spencer reid who asks you to move in since you’ve practically already stolen half his closet, fridge, and bed. spencer reid who reads to you while you lay your head in his lap. spencer reid who brings you flowers or other goodies any time he comes home late from a case. spencer reid who learns how to make your favorite morning drink despite only drinking black coffee himself. spencer reid who buys fridge magnets from all the big cities he visits on the job. spencer reid who bottles up his emotions after hard cases, only to come home and unravel in your arms. spencer reid who spends all day in bed with you after hard cases, just ordering takeout and binging nonsense television. spencer reid who gives the best hugs, all soft and warm like the three cardigans you stole from him.
It's an insane mindfuck that Tom Hiddleston is fueling Lokius by giving us more reasons to ship it. Also, Tom, I find it hard to believe you've been unaware of the name this entire time.
Did you know that between 1939 and 1941 the NYC Tax Administration and the Works Progress Administration collaborated to take photographs of nearly every building in all 5 boroughs of New York City? And that you can see these photos today thanks to NYC Municipal archiving? This is, obviously, amazing for hundreds of reasons. For the purposes of this post, it's fantastic because this is a very real address:
And when I put that address into the photo locator map, I get this:
Going from there, we can walk around the surrounding blocks via photographs. And if we assume that Steve and Bucky's pre-war apartment was fairly close to the Barnes', then these photos from 1939 to 1941 are a historically accurate trip to their neighborhood.
So, let's explore some pre-war Brooklyn. For your fic inspiration needs, your feelings, the general Stucky vibes, or just because:
160 State Street, bigger and without the map.
(If you ever feel like making the details of a fic incredibly historically accurate, there are so many real businesses to choose from in these photos.)
Like I said, there are pictures of nearly every building. This is just a small collection of the images I grabbed from the immediate blocks around 160 State. You can walk around the neighborhood in more detail, or anywhere else in 1939-1941 New York you want on the map I used.
Comic Venom: This is Eddie, he’s absolutely ripped and he has beautiful blonde hair. We’ve known each other for years and despite our many arguments, we’ve grown to love one another.
Movie Venom: This is Eddie, he’s covered in sweat, cries a lot and has no redeeming qualities. We’ve known each other for day and a half and I have been absolutely captivated by his rizzless behavior. I would and will betray my whole race for him.
Man I loved the only two seasons of TUA. It’s a shame they didn’t make more
S1 Spencer in glasses and slicked back hair could get it every day of the week
#the Nowhere Man who waits and the God of Stories who watches
Harley: I’m going to sleep.
Peter: but it’s only 11 pm??
Harley: sorry I’m not falling asleep at the morning because I was reading 200.000 worded gay fics at night.
Peter:
Peter: okay you got me here. Have a good night.