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holiday cookie meme

It's the holidays and that means cookies! Giving, receiving, finding, distributing, you name it... So let's spread a little sweetness! Here's a few scenarios to get you started:

i. Baking: You've got SO many of these to get done and not enough hands. Maybe someone could help you out?
ii. Giving: Sometimes, people just need a little something to keep them going during the holidays and you're just the person to deliver a little sweetness into their life.
iii. Finding: Someone's left you a whole bundle of holiday treats. Who was it? Why? Let's find out...
iv. Delivery: There's so many things to get done during the holidays but that doesn't mean you won't take the time out to spread a little joy. But maybe you're not the only one. Or maybe you bump into someone you don't expect...
v. Disaster: ...so you TRIED to make some cookies but you have a black baking thumb. Or maybe someone took all that time and effort and something happened to that bundle of immaculate baked treats. Either way, it's all gone wrong.
vi. Allergic: You know, they were really trying, put all that effort in, but now your tongue's starting to feel kind of itchy...
vii. Shopping: You just have to get the right cookies for the holiday, that special treat. But you just can't find THAT cookie, the one that means so much to you, or them. Maybe someone can help you?
viii. Too Many: You ate ALL the cookies, or maybe you just helped yourself to a bit too much of the dough. Now you're feeling kind of ill. Or maybe you were planning on leaving some for others and you didn't realize that the plate was now empty. Shame shame. Will anyone be upset?
ix. Naughty: Those are NOT candy canes. Now, did you do that on purpose or did you just buy the wrong cookie cutters?
x. Nice: You don't usually pull out your baking chops, but someone deserves something special. Maybe it's just coming home to the warmth and sweetness of a house full of baking. Sometimes it's a plateful of treats when they walk through the door. But this is just for them.
xi. Magical: Okay, you didn't eat the cookies. I didn't eat the cookies. *glance at the chimney* Well...
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icysharp

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight

snowfall;

stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;

① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.
② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?
③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.
④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!
⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.
⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.
⑦ mix and match, or make up your own.

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spiderstuff

Ben fell. Not off a bridge, or from a ladder or off a roof or down a hole. He fell in a slow slide, slipping through his fingers like leaves off a tree, and he was gone before he could begin to process just what that meant. May walked the small quarters of their home like a ghost, moving from fire to bed frame to table, restless and unable to rest. He should have seen it sooner.

He should have been better.

And now Ben was gone and the foundation of their small family was crumbling out beneath them. Disease stealing in through open windows in the cold of winter and taking first Ben's hands and eyes and then his mind and heart and he hadn't noticed, too busy roaming the countryside, stopping thieves and highway men and would be assaults when the real assault was happening in his own home.

It only took him two weeks to decide he had to go, learn, make himself be the hero his new-found strength and agility gifted him with and even then it wasn't enough.

Manhattan was nothing like Queens. Queens was fields and trees and quiet streams. Manhattan was cramped and noisy and chaos personified.

He'd only been there a day when Tony Stark came swooping out of the sky, magic sparking off his armor and asked if he'd been the one to catch a crumbling building before it fell upon the crowd below.

It was another before they realized Peter might have power, but it wasn't techno magic based. His designs were good. His mind was sharp. But his elemental soul was not compatible and for a brief moment Peter thought he'd find himself right back where he started, mourning and angry and bitter bitter bitter.

He was sixteen when he met Tony Stark. 18 when he met the Sorcerer Supreme. 20 when he met his "partner" and wasn't that a freaking lark.

--

They'd run test after test on him. He'd felt little more than a lab rat as spell after spell was launched at him until something in him finally snapped back and his tears became crystallized daggers shooting out in all directions.

The stunned silence curled around his heart and squeezed until Tony started laughing so hard he wheezed. "Only you, kid. Only you."

--

In the dark of night, Peter could admit it made sense. He'd spent so many summers in and out of streams and ponds, spent hours toiling over tinctures and poultices and fluids so potent they'd burn the inside of his nostrils. It made sense that his first web shooters, meant to guide the webbing from his natural wrist spinnerets, had a natural rolling design that mimicked water on a shore.

The anxious thrumming of his heart settling as he let the idea of it spread over him like a warm blanket. They'd talked to Stephen Strange earlier that evening, well, no, Tony and Pepper talked, Peter just hung back quietly as he felt the weight of judgement try to strangle him. Strange rarely took on apprentices. Only the best, the most gifted, and Peter knew, knew deep in his gut that wasn't him, but maybe it was pity, or annoyance, but Strange accepted him. And tomorrow, tomorrow he would start training.

--

He hadn't expected to be stonewalled by Strange's other, older apprentice when he walked through the door. Peter wiped his hand on the outside of his pants and held it out to the other man, trying in vain to feel all his 20 years and not like the scared stupid 16 year old he'd been when he first came from his village to the city.

"I'm Peter. Peter Parker."

imaspy

Hey, Siri? Where's-Why's Diana not here?

Diana, is at your home address.

Tell her-tell her I just-I love her. She's amazing. She's-she's an angel. I miss her.

Sending message to Diana...

punch_it

There was something very wrong with her. Wrong in the way she sat awake through the night, hardly feeling it. Wrong in the way she moved through the corridors of her ship, careful, so careful to move at a sedate pace. Wrong in the way she ate double what she used to in order to feel full. Wrong in how she'd broken her communicator by opening it a smidge too fast, too hard and watched as it split in two pieces that fell to her floor.

The poor punching bad never stood a chance.

She staggered back from the broken bag, rubbing a hand down her face and swearing quietly.

There was something very wrong with her.

She sat down on the bench by the wall and let her head hit the metal paneling with a resounding thud as she curled her hands around the underside of the seat. Bones was going to murder her, if she didn't accidentally break the ship and send them all careening toward their deaths.

Something crunched beneath her and she hurriedly let go and hid her hands between her legs.

This hadn't happened all it once. It had creeped up on her as one month back on her feet turned to two and by the time the Enterprise had been rebuilt, they'd all been too busy to notice that Jane had stopped touching people unless absolutely necessary. Chalked it up to excitement or stress or residual trauma from fucking dying, but whatever it was, no one seemed to notice that Jane had changed her habits.

Which led to this, now, with her hiding in the rec room during gamma shift when everyone was either sleeping or on duty and no one would think to try and come find her. Because why would she not be in her rooms sleeping like everyone else?

She reached for her water and drained it in five swallows.

Didn't matter if anyone came by now. What would she tell them anyway? That maybe she hadn't come back right? That Bones hadn't been wrong when he asked her how she'd felt when she had first woken up?

She did not want that level of scrutiny.

She could not lose this ship again.

punch_it

The room was a wash of color so bright and sudden that Jane missed half of what the bastard was saying. She gripped her podium until her knuckles bled white, mouth going dry as she tried to process, just, any of it. The red was brighter than the sun in that moment and the only reason she knew what red was, was because her mother used to spend time looking at old pictures with her of her days in the 'Fleet, describing the colors Jane couldn't yet perceive amidst the grey and white, and Jesus Fuck. She was in the middle of an academic hearing that might get her booted out of Starfleet, and her life would begin spiraling out of her tenuous control, and she was struck dumb and frozen in front of what was, ostensibly the entirety of her graduating class and this asshole, this goddamn black and grey dressed asshole was her-

"Your point being?" she bites out, aggravated in every conceivable way that her FUCKING SOULMATE, JESUS CHRIST, was trying to get her expelled for cheating.

It wasn't cheating.

It wasn't!

She literally looked this up. There is no rule in any official capacity to prevent her from adding a subroutine to that test. Or there wasn't the day she took the stupid test. And sure, she hasn't been able to look Gaila in the eye for a week, but that isn't what she's being brought up on here. That she actually put the work in before doing something that might tank her entire future, but that wasn't the point.

She didn't even know what the point was, because for all the emotion/awareness on the Vulcan's face, nothing life-altering had just happened.

Bones was going to laugh himself sick when she finally tells him.

She was going to be sick before this ended.

captjtkirk

The rows of embassy housing for the Federation core planets had a small school nestled within it. While it was started for children of embassy employees, diplomats and ambassadors, it was mostly populated by children of parents who worked and went to the academy. The classed tended to skew human, even if the instructors were as diverse as the Federation itself.

Even in uniform, Jim felt out of place pushing past the gated entrance and climbing the few stone steps to the front door. A chime rang as soon as his feet hit the top step. He hadn't been able to drop Savel off this morning with Bones which rankled even hours later, but he could do this. The hurried steps coming up behind him could only be Bones catching up to him.

"No comm can only be a good thing, right?"

nightshifter

I take it back! You can smoke your death sticks all you want! At least I know you'll never crawl into the ceiling and fall out in the toilets.

punch_it

She's seen legitimate slime molds less impressive than whatever was on the inside of the cup she found half-hidden under Bones bed. There were kids in science labs across the campus that would kill to take a swab of the purple-green gunk if they knew it existed. She placed it on top of the ketchup streaked plate and misplaced spoon she'd found on her way in here to bring back to their small, cramped kitchen. On the way by she lobbed a pair of balled up black socks at the back of Len's head where he'd been sleeping on the sofa.

This wasn't completely unusual. They took turns being bad humans. Somewhere, Jane had drafted a schedule that indicated which week was her turn and which was his based on exams, simulations and work and right now Bones was smack dab in the middle of a two week shame spiral.

Hence her being on cleaning duty and properly awake and sober at unreasonable hours.

"Don't you have clinic duty today?"

imaspy

They say he was born with it. That it was illegible, just a small black, swirly line on the sole of his foot, that grew as he did, slowly growing more and more legible as he got older until one early morning when his mother was bathing him for the first time in a week that he learned what it said.

His mother lifted his foot and blinked, a smile the likes of which he'd never seen crossed her face.

"Aren't you a lucky one," she murmured and that was that.

He got his sister to read it to him that night when everyone had fallen into bed.

"You're a man." Her nose wrinkled. "Do you think something is wrong with them?"

"What? No!" Steve sat up and tucked his bare foot underneath him. "What'd you mean?"

"Well, who's never seen a man before?"

Steve went to sleep contemplating those words.

~*~
The sun blinds him, seawater spilling into his shoes from the surf and at first he doesn't understand what she's saying, just that she's the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and she had saved him from the kind of lonely death no man desires. He struggles to sit as the words wash over him, comprehension sparking along his veins.

"Yeah." He tilts his head. "Do I not look like one?"

punch_it

There was something yellow-brown and foul that was oozing from the cracks between the stones in the wall. Jane swore and tried to inch away from it, meeting resistance and cold bars. She grunted and tipped her head back to look at the endlessly tall ceiling above them. Them because Spock was there on the other side of the bars. Them because Spock never really listened when Jane told (yelled) at him to leave her and go. Them because Spock, sneaky bastard, managed to block the worst of the blows by basically being dead weight on top of her when their captors first found them hiding among the crystalized rocks in the mountains.

Them because Spock still hadn't returned to consciousness and Jane could only guess at how long they'd been stuck here, handcuffed together and separated by a gate, which was new to be sure but made things like trying to avoid creepy oozing walls virtually impossible.

She twisted until her side was pressed against the bars and she could grasp Spock by the wrist. "Wake up."

Please.

captjtkirk

The heat on the planet's surface curled around his neck and threatened to choke him. He'd stripped his uniform top off hours ago, wrapping it around his head to shade his eyes even as his skin started frying in the heat of dual suns. They'd been here two days now. Two days of creating lists and doling out vaccinations and hydration in the hottest part of the planets year.

Two days of wondering how many more people they will find alive.

Handing command to Spock had been both the easiest and hardest choice he'd made since resuming their five year mission, and he can't think about it right now as he comes across another group huddled in a medical tent receiving treatment. He taps on his PADD to load the list of survivors they'd been cultivating and quietly begins asking the adults for names.

He doesn't notice the small boy whose dark eyes followed him around the tent at first. But it was hard to ignore when he began passing out pouches of electrolytes and came to him last, alone and quiet. Jim hands a pouch to the child and crouches in front of him, eying the green flush and glassy dark eyes. Pointy ears. Why was a Vulcan in a human colony?

"Has anyone come and checked you out yet?" he asked gently.

"Negative. I was told to wait."

Bones was clear across the tent holding his tricorder above the head of an elderly woman and scowling, which, could honestly mean anything, until he saw the quick flash of the vaccination hypo hit the ladies neck and Bones' brow furrowed.

"Let's change that." Jim unwinds his makeshift turbin and shakes out his shirt before slipping it back on to hide the burns. Sunburns were the last problem on this planet. "Follow me."

He doesn't take the kids hand, doesn't even touch him on the back to get him moving, just trusts that the boy will move when he does and stay close enough to not misplace him. He saunters over to the cluster of beds McCoy was checking on.

"Bones!"

captjtkirk

8. On the Streets: What better way to follow up a good bar run than by drunkenly wandering the streets in the middle of the night? There may be loud, embarrassing singing. There may be puking in the gutter. You may be completely lost, and not sure why that police officer is speaking Italian.

He's pretty sure his body is more rum than water by the time they stagger out of the last bar they'd hit up, some strange hole in the wall, find it once and never again place Jim had thought Bones might appreciate because there was no thudding bass line to shout over and every drink special screamed 'I'm drinking to forget' and not 'I'm here for a good time, and I'm not leaving until I've spilled my drink on at least one attractive person and still come out with their number'. He's done both since entering the academy, done both with Bones in tow, but tonight, tonight he'd made it a point to stick to what his best friend wanted, or might want, because if Len couldn't leave him alone on his fucking disaster of a birthday, he sure as hell wasn't abandoning her to her own.

For once it wasn't even raining even though the air hung heavy with the smell of it. Jim slung his shoulder over Bones' shoulders and tugged her in close to his side, laughing like he'd said something funny when he was just...fine. Gloriously, unashamedly fine and that was a fine mood to be trapped in and if he could, he'd will it into Bones just to get her to relax. A little. Just the smallest amount. Just enough to see that just because she feels trapped in this new life, it doesn't mean she's stuck there alone, and she couldn't shake him off now that he was here with her.

"I think I stepped in a puddle," he says, feeling water sloshing in his shoe and drenching his sock. He screws up his face and stops them to shake out his foot. Weird.

punch_it

It doesn't matter why, but you're either in the middle of making out with someone or you're about it. Pretty hot and heavy, too. Who knows how you got there -- that's mostly up to you. All you know is that you're not going to feel satisfied until you're flushed and barely breathing.

open rp - muselist here

icysharp

Winter Wonderland Meme

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme

‧ post with whatever character you want
‧ responders roll for weather + scenario and get to threading
‧ ???
‧ profit

snowfall;
stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;
① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.

② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?

③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.

④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!

⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.

⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.

⑦ mix and match, or make up your own ‧:❉:‧

punch_it

It was real funny how time just...kept on going. Moving. Even when you were still trying to grasp on to a feeling from a moment that defined you.

From her spot in the tea shop, Jane watched the residents of Yorktown pass by a large window, fingers drumming against the porcelain of the cup before her. Tea in deference to the preferences of her overly punctual companion.

Tea because she was done drinking away her larger problems.

This was totally not a date.

It was a meeting between two friends who haven't properly talked since her birthday a month ago, if that counted as talking. There weren't many words said. She was still getting used to civilian clothes again and had aimed for casual, but might have missed the bar. The dress was a little too snug.

This totally wasn't a date.

punch_it

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onecandle

The words writ upon the wall were in a tongue she did not recognize. They were etched in the rock and aged beyond reason. Moira's fingers ghosted over the slanted lines and a shiver crept down her spine. They'd come looking for her. They always did and she would submit to them before she'd let them kill her. She had more to live for.

Her lips trembled as she murmured the words, foreign and strange, working over syllables and consonants long since forgotten. Her heart lurched as she neared the end of the script and her vision went completely and utterly black.

punch_it

Jane slung another shot of whiskey and set the glass down with a dissatisfied tink. She leaned back on the bar stool, surveying the crowd. Two weeks was a long time to be stuck anywhere, and while she was grateful, so fucking grateful you can't even imagine, to be stuck anywhere that wasn't trying to kill them, she was getting restless.

And when she got restless, she got stupid.

So stupid she did stuff like apply for vice admiralship.

Jane rubbed the corner of her eye with her thumb and sighed, hearing the familiar footfalls before she even spotted her.

"Like clockwork," she muttered, swinging around on the stool and grinning at her first officer who had taken to casual wear with an alarming...glee. Glee seemed about right at this point.

"Ms. Spock. What brings you out into the world this evening?"

Like she didn't know.

Like she hadn't been purposefully avoiding just about everyone. Or at least trying to. She wasn't doing that great of a job.

onthedot

"Doesn't anyone around here ask before presuming they know what the hell is going on?" Peggy's voice is short and sharp as she dodges a robot, A ROBOT FOR GOD'S SAKE, with an extremely long arm and not a lot of aptitude by the looks of it. The thing keeps shoving a cup at her and there isn't anything in it.

"I said no thank you," she says, "that'll be quite enough."

The robotic arm lowers with a clicking whir and it... "For goodness sake, bring the cup back if you're going to behave like that and then go find whoever built you, I'd like to have a chat before one of those alarms goes off again."

__

Perhaps she should have realized that she'd been more than simply kidnapped.

__

SHIELD, God what had she been thinking? She blames Howard, was nothing more than a long endless corridor and some people running about like they had a job to do when they very clearly were doing nothing more than coming out to see what the commotion was about, and she was definitely making a commotion.

"I expect this isn't the treatment you give all your unexpected guests." She tears her arm out of one the guards hand with a hard look. "Will someone tell me just where you're taking me?"

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