Show-Up-Look-Good

i try to stay positive through whatever. i try to live up to people’s standards whenever i can. i smile whenever it’s appropriate too, even though i’m only pretending to. i always try to do the “right” thing.. even though many times it really felt like the wrong thing. i try to show up for people. i attempt to show up, and look good, for the person people believe me to be. this person who, i believe, is sacred and supreme. god, isn’t she celestial? isn’t she lovely? i believe they think i’m someone who they wanna be a little something alike. and i think to myself.. “they don’t want this fight.” this mind game. this psyche. looking at shit different these days, like— i might be paying karma it’s last dues.. but i feel like i got too much more to do. i can hear death singing her song in my ear, and boy do her blues sound pretty. like— she really put the time in. she really got me feeling some kind of way. like— could somewhere else be a better place? i get bored too often here. i wanna jump off from here. wanna feel the breeze and see the beauty as i’m falling. then i wanna panic until the parachute rises to catch me. i wanna trust for once. wouldn’t that be the right thing to do? to have faith in something even if there is no landing safely? can’t say i truly even care if i’ll land safely. more concerned if i’ll land alone. see, that’s my issue. needing to be in control. needing to narrate a love story because i was taught that’s all that will ever matter. love. even when, throughout my life, i can’t say that’s what mattered most.
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Reyna Biddy

HOW TO GET STARTED WITH OPENTOONZ

okay, once you got ur opentoonz downloaded, you’re looking at this screen.

and you’re thinking to yourself, what is this fresh hell, how do i draw, what’s going on 

ya gotta do one thing first my bro. go to ‘window’ and click on ‘toolbar’, then just drag that friendly little line of symbols to the side where it can latch on like a baby to its momma’s breast. that’s where u get ur brush tool. there is not a keyboard shortcut for this, which is odd, but OH WELL. 

EDIT: you can configure your own shortcuts by going to File! they don’t work fo me half the time, but it is possible.

also, stretch your window out so it has room to breathe. you may be noticing at this point that the windows in this program have a tendency to follow your cursor around like lost baby ducklings. haven’t figured out how to keep this from happening yet.

next, in order to enable onionskin, click on the paintbucket tool, go to the canvas, and right click. in the menu that opens, there will be an option to enable onionskin! this is absolutely ridiculous and i don’t know why they did it like this but at least it’s there.

take ur brush tool, and make a stroke. try it again. and again. click on the brush button again, and try. reselect the frame you’re on and try. change to a different tab and give that a whirl. it’s gonna take a few tries, and probably a few program crashes. 

EDIT: if your program is having trouble registering strokes like mine was, you need to slow down. let your cursor hang out for a moment where you’re gonna lay ur stroke, really let it relax and get to know the scenery, and then start your stroke nice and smooth.

and also you might accidentally delete some of your windows and can’t put them back the way they were supposed to work. if you delete your canvas area, you can get it back by opening the ‘viewer’ window and placing it where your old canvas went. 

yyyeah i fucked up a little bit. 

….. i fucked up a lot, but i think i’ve found my preferred workspace!! to the left, i have my toolbar, on the top, i have my tool settings, and on the bottom, i have my xsheet. now if i could just get those play buttons to stay on the screen…

let’s take a look at that xsheet!! from side to side, we have your layers, which i’m not bothering with right now, and up and down, we have your frames! wow, you might not ever think to yourself. this is an efficient and space-saving way to show frames. anyway.

get urself a shitty bouncing ball going, with a lot of pain and frustration. one drawing per frame. that one frame that is rlly bright yellow? i accidentally added a memo and can’t figure out how to remove it. not important. 

check out how your animation works in the comboviewer window after you’ve disabled onionskin using the paintbucket. (you can use the plain viewer window, but it usually fucks up how many frames get shown.) (also, there are some little triangle brackets to the left of the frames, and if they don’t encompass all the frames you wanna show, they might not show up.)

okay, looking pretty good! let’s render it! save your scene, go to the batches tab, and click the +add render button. navigate to sandbox > scenes, and click on ur saved project.

then, you gotta hit the little racecar start flag button up there. your computer will probably ask if toonz has permission to allow incoming connections - hit okay. 

if ur project’s icon turns green, it worked. if it turns red, it didn’t. i don’t know what happens after a project has been successfully rendered cause mine isn’t working. i will get back to yall when i figure out why.

BIGBANG React To ; First Date
  1. Writer; ~ MonsterYuYu/Yuyu ~

A/N; “I really like Big Bang, they were one of my first groups along with Got7, but they don’t receive as much love;-;. ”


T.O.P ;

Seunghyun would be a bit worried to even go to the place where the date would be, his biggest fear was not even the people recognizing him, what he was afraid of was that you wouldn’t like him. Taking a deep breath, he would go to the quiet place where almost no people went for your date. In the way, he would be thinking about all the conversations and talks you had trough the phone to the silly pictures and late-night-deep-talks you two had. Those simple things made him more confident because he showed you how he really was on the phone and hoped you would like how he was in person.

When he got there, he could see you, also hiding with clothes but he could say it was you. In general, the first date would be filled with silly pranks and some sneaky skinship from time to time, Seunghyun would always be watching it there was any paparazzi or any other people that could notice you two, he liked his privacy and he also liked you, if you were exposed to the media so soon you wouldn’t want to stay with him because of the hate, and that was something he really didn’t want to happen. It was a miracle he left his house, but he did it anyway because he remembered that you enjoyed dates outside, and he was willing to risk a bit of his privacy and comfort for you. It would be a long date because he would be always playing and messing with you in a good way, at the end of it, he would take you home and plan another date in the future, giving you a kiss on the forehead with a big smile and a goodbye. Yea, he could get used to leaving his house once in a while.

“I could get used to leaving my house once in a while with you, you know?”


Taeyang;

YoungBae wouldn’t want to risk so much in the first date, and that’s what he said to you when you both agreed to meet, he thought it was safer to go with another couple of friends, along with Big Bang, but that wouldn’t mean that he would push you aside because his friends were there, I think his friends would feel left aside because his full attention was on you, “Having the table on the back of the restaurant in the VIP area would come in handy”. That’s what he was thinking in the way to your house while his friends kept teasing him because he was finally getting a girl. The ride to the restaurant wouldn’t be awkward, his friends would actually try to talk to you and get to know you more because they knew they wouldn’t have a chance of speaking to you that much in the restaurant.

They were right, Taeyang didn’t waste time to sit in front of you, not minding where his other friends sat. His plan would work out perfectly, being on the back of the restaurant was really good, he could feed you and clean your mouth gently for you once in a while, not doing it all the time because they could still be seen a bit from the outside, the date would be more of getting to know each other more, since he only knew that you were Daesung’s friend, a very attractive friend. He wouldn’t show and wouldn’t say it, but he got a bit jealous every time you and Daesung were together, that’s why he didn’t invite his band members but his non-famous friends to the dinner. He would open up to you, wanting to make a good impression but also joking and teasing you a bit. His friends would be trying to embarrass him in front of you a bit but they wouldn’t be successful because everytime they tried YoungBae would turn they down quickly by changing the topic or giving they a glare. Your day would go like this, in the afternoon, you would go back home in the same car filled with his friends, he would give you a quick goodbye and a wave, noting people looking strangely at the black car. But would say that it was a nice date and that he wanted to repeat it trough the phone. It was a day filled with romance.

“Don’t mind they, they are just a bunch of idiots.”


G-Dragon;

Jiyong would be totally in black, disguised totally. He was a top star, one of the most famous idols in Korea. That’s why he wanted to meet you in the middle of the night when most people were asleep and the risk of getting caught was lower than the day. He already had planned everything he wanted to show you and to explore with you, it was hard to find a night where YG didn’t give they job and let they rest, but Jiyong was willing to sacrifice that rest just to meet up with you, it’s been a while since you two saw each other, the last time was at a fashion show where he really didn’t expect to fall in love with the person sitting right next to him trough the show, he remembered perfectly, how he calmly chatted with you and asked your number after the show had ended. After that, you two weren’t sure what kind of relationship you had, it was a mutual crush. You both knew that, and now it was time to take another step.

A smile would be already on his lips when he saw a person also dressed up in black to not call attention sitting on the bench where you two planned. You both dressed in black almost vanished with the dark night, the only thing that showed you two a bit was the street lights, but you two passed away from they while walking. He would carry anything you were holding, may it be your bad to you cell phone, he didn’t even think much about it, it was natural for him to do these types of things. Jiyong would do a lot of skinship, making you worry more than him, he would assure you that it was alright and there was no one around. The date would actually be a date, playing around with the toy machines and letting out an excited squeal when he won it would be the highlight of the date for him because you smiled a lot. In the end, you two would sit in a place away from the lights and just talk, mostly about how the city was pretty at night and how he couldn’t go out to see it like a normal person, you would see his fragile side, but only because he trusted you. But at least, he felt normal having you by his side there.

“You know.. thanks for accepting coming here with me. I actually enjoyed myself.”


Daesung;

Daesung would be nervous, too nervous for his own good. Seungri had set him up with his crush, and he couldn’t be happier and nervous, almost stepping out when Seungri practically dragged him into the place, many thoughts running trough his mind at once made him froze. He really wanted to make a good impression and he doubted he could do it with how he was laughing awkwardly when he saw you from far away inside an turned off car with its front turned away from the people, the dark hallway looked darker in the middle of the night. He tried to jump out once again, begging Seungri to let him go just this time and that he would make up to him and to you later on when he had the confidence to even look at your face, he knew you and you knew him. But the thought that you were there because he was going to confess to you gave his shoulder some weight on it.

When he entered the car he would smile like he was not that nervous, but that facade would soon fade away and he began to look at you and laugh embarrassed, even though you both were inside a car, that was a nice date for him. Just to talk about things, your likes, were enough for a first date. That’s what he thought and that the dates would get more fun as time moved on. If you showed an interest in him, touching him and laughing at his jokes he would surely blush. Remembering to thank Seungri for not letting him escape when he begged him so many times. You two were so immersed in your own date that you two had practically a karaoke inside the car, him turning on his songs or other famous songs that you liked just for both of you to scream and sing. People at night would look suspiciously at the car but wouldn’t mind it a lot, thinking that it was just a couple. The date would take long. You would have to go home alone, sadly. He was too afraid to expose you in any way walking you home. But he promised you, you were going to meet up again.

“Wow, I had more fun than in karaokes! Let’s meet up again in a karaoke next time. I will beat you!”


Seungri;

Seunghyun was a friendly guy, it was no surprise when he got himself a date. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was trying to set this date for a long time now and having you accepting it made his pride and confidence rise. He would show up looking good because he didn’t want to risk it, he chose to have a date inside the YG building, having you enter it trough the trainee’s door because even if someone saw you they would just pass it as another YG trainee group in training. He thought a lot about this day, he picked a day where not many idols would be there because they received a day off. Being there only the ones who really wanted, people like producers and YG. When the day came, he would clean up BigBang recording and dressing room himself, he wanted to make sure everything was nice because it was your first time there and honestly, their recording room was a bit messy. Seungri would welcome you himself in the door.

The date would be filled with giggles, teasing and goosypying about other members and other idols. Even of friends that you two shared in common. He would show you the way they worked, their music in progress, everything that he could show you. Seungri wouldn’t be able to contain his smiles and his laughter everything you spoke or told a joke, wouldn’t introduce you to other idols because he wanted all your attention on him, at least in the first date. Even if it was the first date, you two would be good friends, and he would be all over you. Almost as if he craving for you touch and affection because he didn’t want to tell you that he liked you so he just touched you, giving you a lot of hints that you clearly couldn’t miss on. Etheir way, this date would be fun, walking around YG and eating at their cafeteria. That was your first date, from many to come.

“Don’t try to run away from me huh? We still have to go to the arcade!”


anonymous asked:

Bones somehow ends up as acting captain of the enterprise. It's stressful for everyone but good in the end, cuddles and relaxation.

  • It’s been three days since Spock and Sulu have beamed down on Klingon territory. Three days since they lost contact. They should technically still be alive, but it’s mostly a guestimate according to everyone. Jim has refused to leave, beaming down to the ground himself with Uhura and a few others to investigate, but they’ve returned empty-handed. Jim feels terrible, miserable without his family in a safe place. He doesn’t really sleep at all, regardless of Bones’ warnings that sleep is extremely important. 
  • And then finally they get that message from a Klingon ship. Spock and Sulu have been captured. Jim’s furious about it. “Jim,” Bones tells him while he follows Jim and Uhura towards the transporter room, “what are you going to do, walk in and demand they let them go? Don’t be such a fool.” “I’m not,” Jim says, “I’m going to walk in, Uhura’s gonna fly in in secret, together with Jaylah. I’ll be a distraction.” “You’re going to get yourself killed,” Bones complains, and Jim rolls his eyes. “What’s the alternative? I’m not letting Spock and Sulu die. I brought us out here, I’m going to get everyone home safe.” “If you’re out there,” Bones says, “who’s in command of the Enterprise? Neither Spock or Sulu are here.” Jim spins around once they’ve reached the transporter room, gently patting Bones’ shoulder. “You are. You’re gonna do great.” Bones watches Uhura, Jaylah, and Jim step on to the platform. Jim throws Bones a small smile, though Bones can tell he’s under a lot of pressure. And it’s really only after Scotty beams them away, Jim’s words are dawning on Bones. “Wait, what?”  
  • “So, just that I have this clear,” Bones says, “technically, I could tell us to fly out of here and back home?” “Well, aye, doctor,” Chekov says, “but captain Kirk and the others-” “I know,” Bones interrupts him, “I won’t do it, but it’s nice to know that I could, theoretically. Something to throw at Jim’s face when he makes it back here alive.” Chekov stares at him blankly, and Bones frowns. “What?” “Are you going to sit on the chair or what?” Bones is so used to standing next to Jim, he’s never actually sat down on the chair, and it feels foreign to him when he does. A whole lot of responsibility he doesn’t want to carry on his shoulders at all.
  • “Doctor,” the substitute communications officer starts, “I’m getting a signal from Captain Kirk.” “Hail,” Bones says, and pretty soon Jim shows up on screen. “Looking good in that chair, babe,” Jim says. “Get to the point, Jim,” Bones replies through gritted teeth. “I got myself locked up. Spock and Sulu escaped with Uhura and Jaylah.” “Okay, we’ll get them on board and then beam you aboard.” “No can do,” Jim says, “they’re after the Enterprise. You gotta prepare to leave, Bones.” Bones takes a deep breath, narrowing his eyes at the idiot on the screen. “We’re not leaving without you.” “Don’t worry about me, just keep a comms channel open. Get the others to safety, Bones. Time’s running out.”
  • Bones isn’t meant to be a captain. The sole purpose of his command classes in the academy were to become a CMO. Captain is not a thing he wants. And just like Jim predicted, pretty soon there are multiple Klingon ships chasing them. Bones hears about Spock and Sulu having returned to the ship - both escorted to medbay. He wants to be there; it’s his comfort zone, after all, but instead he’s in Jim’s chair. He’s worried about his best friend. Every time a Klingon ship attacks their shields, Bones cringes and wishes at least Sulu would be back here to take over. He’s not that lucky, though, and Bones pretty much refuses to escape in warp drive, too afraid to leave Jim behind on hostile territory.
  • “Shields are down to 40%,” Chekov informs Bones. “Fire at those damn ships with all we’ve got.” “Shouldn’t we attempt to leave the orbit?” “Not without Jim,” Bones says, though he’s actually happy with Chekov’s input. There’s a crew of roughly 300 man now depending on him more than they do usually, and he feels increasingly more stressed out.
  • Until Jim calls again. “Where are you?” Bones asks immediately. “I’m in a Klingon ship,” Jim says, “I’m chasing the after the Enterprise – and the other Klingon ships.” “Don’t bother with the ships,” Bones says, “get straight to the Enterprise. Give your coordinates to Scotty so he can beam you off that ship.” “Aye, captain,” Jim replies, smiling at the screen more comfortably now, and Bones smiles back, too, though a bit more on edge.
  • Getting Jim back is easier said than done, though. Because pretty soon the Klingons catch on, too, and Jim’s shuttle ends up being chased. The Enterprise has to make some nauseating moves to avoid getting more damaged - and avoid getting Jim and his ship hurt as well. “Chekov,” Bones says, “see if you can intercept that ship before it gets to Jim.” “Aye, doctor,” Chekov says, and Bones watches Jim’s ship making desperate moves to escape the Klingon ship. “See if you can hail Jim again,” Bones tells Uhura. He’s uncomfortable on his chair. “Are you ready to be beamed back?” Bones asks, and Jim nods. “More than ready. I’m going to send this ship on a collision course to theirs.” “Be careful,” Bones says, “we’ll get you here in a few seconds.”
  • Bones is pretty sure he can write himself off with severe stress symptoms afterwards. Jim is fine. Spock’s fine, and Sulu’s going to be fine, too. Bones sees to that, after visiting them in med bay. “How was being a captain?” Jim asks after Bones checks him out carefully, but other than a black eye, Jim should be fine. “I hate it,” Bones says, and Jim laughs - though he winces lightly when he does. Bones reaches out, gently running his fingers just under Jim’s eye. “You’d make a good Captain,” Jim promises. “I don’t want to be,” Bones says, “the only reason I did take command classes was just so that I could be assigned to the same ship as you.” Jim looks up at that. “What?” “D'you think I would’ve really gone into space if it weren’t for this idiot guy who walked into my life like a-” Jim leans in, pressing a kiss to Bones’ lips, right there in medbay. Bones looks stunned when Jim pulls away. “You saved our lives,” Jim says, “I figured that’s worth a kiss" 
Baby Face

Request:  Hi!! I don’t know why am obsessed with this idea right now but Bucky having a crush on a new recruit but the team are always picking on her and calling her ‘baby face’ cuz she’s short and adorable so 1 day Bucky gets embarrassed and calls her that too (which kills her cuz she likes him) so she decides to show up to an avenger party wearing a really sexy outfit and heels and Bucky and her end up doing all the dirty things😂

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: I did NOT add smut in this one, as it’s SUPER fucking late, and I’m just really tired and didn’t feel like it. However, if you WANT to see it still, I may make a part 2 if it’s requested.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

“I don’t know, Nat. I’m just so tired of people calling me ‘baby face’ or ‘munchkin’ God it bothers me so much” Natasha rolls her eyes, standing next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“What do you care what everyone says babe? You’re fucking badass and everyone in this tower knows it, they just like to push your buttons because they know it works. But you’re better than that.” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, I know…” Natasha is the one person in this godforsaken testosterone infested tower that I can talk to when I get frustrated. Ever since I got her 6 months ago all I’ve heard is ‘baby face’ this and ‘baby face’ that and I’m so fucking sick of them. I’m only 5’0” and I weigh 120lbs soaking wet. I’m not tall, I’m not wide, and I am fucking aware of it. I didn’t come to this damn tower to be badgered about it. Tony has a party planned in the next 2 days, and it’s a requirement that the Avengers show up, it ‘makes us look good’ he says. I myself, would prefer to stay up in my room, on my shared floor with Steve, Sam, and Bucky. My Bucky. Well, he’s not MY Bucky. Unfortunately. He’s the only one who hasn’t called me names, or picked on me. He could though, the man is giant compared to me.

“Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go find you a killer outfit for the party, we’ll show these men that you’re not a baby faced nothing.” I laugh, and follow her out of the bedroom.

-

“I don’t know, don’t you think this one is a little….showy?” Nat comes to stand next to me in the mirror, running her eyes over my figure, clad in a purple, almost princess gown. It just wasn’t me, I don’t like this much attention.

“You’re right. This one isn’t you at all.” She runs off to find me a dress suitable to catch the eye of a certain super soldier…

“Here, (Y/N) This one is PERFECT. Bucky will fall apart when he sees you in this tight little number.”

“Shhhhh Nat, you never know who could be listening.” She hands me the dress, and I don’t have to even put it on to know it’s a stunning piece. It’s a bright red, and sleeveless, except for a small piece coming around the shoulder, it has two silver pieces of sparkly fabric around the back, and has a small train.

Slipping it on, I know it’ll be a piece to draw attention. I, however, only want the attention of one man.

-

The night of the party has arrived, everyone has been trying to get the main party area prepared accordingly, including me. Ladders were never my friend, and I stick by that to this day. Does that stop me from climbing one to put up decorations? Nope. Nope it doesn’t.

“You better be careful baby face, don’t want you to fall and scrape your knee now do we!” Sam pinches my cheek as he walks by me, making baby noises as he goes.

“I swear on me mums grave, Wilson. If you and Stark don’t fuck off with that bullshit I will cut your balls off!” For good measure, I chuck the bottle of water in my hand in his direction. He ducks just in time, and unfortunately, Bucky rounds the corner right at that exact moment. I gasp, preparing for the offending object to smack him right in his perfect face. However, this is Bucky we’re talking about right?

He catches it with his metal hand right out of the air. He brings it up to his mouth, unscrewing the top and taking a big drink. I’m sure if I kept my mouth open any longer I’da caught flies. He walks up to me, handing me the water.

“Better be careful, Wilson. We don’t like to see baby face pissed off here, do we? Might tucker her little self out.” He grabs my chin with his flesh hand, listing my head to look into his eyes. He winks.

“Can’t have that can we?” He laughs as I swat his hand away, my face bright pink by now, and my ears are on fire.

“Oh my God Barnes, not you too!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking my water bottle with me and leaving the area. I’ll show him ‘baby face’. Motherfucker.

-

“Oh damn, (Y/N) You look fucking gorgeous. The boys won’t know what hit them.” Nat fluffs up my hair one last time, finishing it up with hairspray. I stand, sighing and making my way to the door.

“I hope you’re right, Nat.” I’m still not over Bucky calling me that offending nickname.

However, I’m determined not to let it bother me! It’s not going to ruin my night.

As we leave the comfort of my room, I can feel my nerves sneaking up on me.

“Maybe this isn’t a great idea, Nat. I’m nervous…” She grabs my arm, pulling me with her.

“No no no, you’re not allowed to chicken out on me. You look sexy as hell and I didn’t spend 3 hours working on you for nothing, you’re going down there, and you’re going to flaunt what your mama gave you or I’ll do it for you.” I roll my eyes, chuckling and following her.

When the elevator dings, and the doors open, the lobby is packed with people, famous and not, wearing the most expensive gowns and suits they owned, trying to impress people, or just having a good time.

“Guess who’s at the bar?” Nat whispers in my ear. I peak my head to the left, seeing Bucky sitting at the bar with Steve on his right. I smile, only for my smile to be wiped away from my face when I see a blonde woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with the V-line way down past her breasts, so much so that they’re practically falling out of her dress, jump up and sit on his lap, and his left hand goes around her waist. My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes well with tears. Any confidence I may have had all but washed away with watching them together. Natasha watches them, anger evident on her face. She stands up, stalking towards them.

“No Natasha, don’t. It’s not worth it.” She turns to me, her eyes hot with fire.

“Not worth it?! This man is crazy about you, he’s TOLD me so! And he has the NERVE to do this to you, when he KNOWS you’re going to be here.”

“W-wait…wait he likes me?” The sheer shock that rocks my body almost makes me black out. She doesn’t answer me, she just walks up to Bucky. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can plainly see Bucky’s eyes softening. He starts looking around, probably looking for me. I turn back to my drink, alcohol free tonight. I wanted to be completely sober to watch Bucky fall apart…however, I think I’m gonna have to change my mind.

I’m not alone for long, as a stranger comes up, taking Natasha’s place next to me.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” My eyes rolled so hard in the back of my head that I think they might not come back. Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Woah, Mister. I don’t know what you’re aiming for but I’m not interested.” He rolls his eyes, standing up.

“You need to loosen the fuck up, no wonder no one likes you.”

I don’t know what it is about it, but it just upset me and I’m just done.

“No, you prick. YOU need to stop approaching women who clearly aren’t interested in you then making them feel like shit when they turn you down! And for the record, you smell like sweat.” Stomping away from him and towards the elevator, I press the call button. I am so done with the night and I haven’t even been here for 15 minutes. I knew this would be a disaster. Should have listened to myself, I’m never wrong anyway.

As I wait on the elevator to come, I feel someone come and stand next to me.

“Look, mister, I said I wasn’t interested..” I turn to look at him, just to realize it isn’t the stranger, but Bucky.

‘Fuckin’ hell.’

“Hello to you too, (Y/N)” He stares at me, his eyes wandering the length of my body. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, before his eyes travel back up to lock with mine.

“You look beautiful tonight….wow…” My face heats up.

“What are you doing here Bucky? I thought you had a date.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah…look I’m sorry about that, doll. I heard you were bringing a guy and I didn’t want to look lame sitting in the corner, alone, admiring the one woman I can’t have….” I smile, my ears starting to burn.

“You’re blushing, doll.” I laugh, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, your flattery will do that to a girl. I don’t know if you know this or not, but you’re quite the looker.” His cheeks turn red, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I used to be, back in the day.”

“You still are, Buck.” He smirks, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. The door finally opens, and a load of people get off, just now getting to the party. Buck and I get on, and press the floor to his room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party, doll?”

“Fuck the party, Barnes. I have some new information I want to make use of.” He groans, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his lips to mine in desperate need.

“God you are stunningly beautiful…and I need you…” My arms go around his neck, and my legs go around his waist.

“Buck wait! We have to get to the bedroom first!” He chuckles deep in his throat.

“Alright, doll. I’ll behave.”

He didn’t.

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Much like Ti-Ning is determined to never fade from our lives, apparently I am determined to drag each generation out for a fucking year. Suffice it to say the playing and posting are once again completely out of sync and I’ve banned myself from touching the lot till we’re all caught up here, so I’ll be seeing this family again sometime in 2019. That said, I’m def happy to take a break from our newest family member:

..Yea. The charlatan may have robbed us in the tropics, but it looks like we managed to steal his most well-guarded possession.. his heart. Seriously I’ve no idea what’s happening but he’s been skulking around here all night, every night, FOR A WEEK so it’s pretty much time to accept he lives with us now. This was stressful to the point where I deadass had a dream about him (he was a character on Girls and making out with Allison Williams, sorry girl.) In ‘real life’ however, it’s someone else he wants to make out with:

HATEBONER ALERT. It’s hard to tell exactly what his play here is, extreme negging?? It was all fun and games when he first showed up, I was all like ‘HAHA stupid stalker charlatan’ but I’ve been getting progressively more nervous about his shitty character file with each passing day-

-especially since he’s freezing to death and STILL WON’T GTFO. Literally all we need right now is his fucked up npc ghost. YOU WANT TO DIE DO IT ON YOUR OWN TIME ASSHOLE

-Frozen.. just like my world froze the moment I first laid eyes on Wyatt..

UGH ofc, unsurprisingly Wyatt’s charms are once again the downfall of this family. Well you know what, you can have him!

It’s not as if he’s of literally ANY USE around here. 

-You know what they say, mon amour, eighty-second time is the charm! 

Yea, I truly can’t stress enough the degree to which we can’t get knocked up, courtesy of SOMEONE’S permanently red needs. He really didn’t use to be like this in college so it’s clear that just like Tony Bennett left his heart in San Francisco, Wyatt left his brain in LaFiesta Tech. I’m legit spending half my time in this lot chasing him around making sure he doesn’t die, shit’s unreal. After Komei it felt there was nowhere to go but up in the spouse department, but I’m beginning to suspect the impossible has happened, aka we somehow.. DOWNGRADED. Jfc. Of course we all know whose fault this really is..

-Yours?

YOURS you unloveable monster. We could have had smart, evil, self-reliant Ti-Ning, I was super subtly gunning for him, but nooooo you just had to be a flop and push him into the arms of Frances, I mean WHO TF gets cucked by Frances Worthington. ANYWAY. Let’s focus on the fact you finally managed to get promoted, it’s about time. I don’t even wanna know what you’re ‘inventing’.

-Ugh imbecile.. I happen to have a number of incredible ideas, such as a revolutionary new technology that actually INCREASES carbon emissions. Patent pending.

On second thought maybe you shouldn’t procreate and Wyatt is doing the world a massive favor. Captain hero indeed!

At least someone in this house is getting the job done. Cat gen 3 is here! This is D’vorah!

And this is Goro, who is obviously done with life 5 seconds in.

-You’d be too if your name was fucking Goro.

HEY GORO IS A PRINCE OK. Show some respect.

The twins are both sporting this extremely un-Mortal Kombat personality, which is very disappointing since their parents are major assholes. OH WELL, I see Victor is already advancing so he’s probably gonna eat this problem for me. 

-Aw don’t worry Goro, daddy loves you, dumb name and all ❤️

Signed, Komei Tellerman.

The people Wyatt brings home from work continue to be major blasts from the past. First Victoria’s lesbian crush and now.. THE HALF ALIEN ART PROFESSOR GUNTHER BANGED IN COLLEGE. WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE AND WHY ARE YOU A COP

-Well it turns out systematically exchanging grades for sexual favors is frowned upon or ‘grossly unethical’ and ‘illegal’ or whatever, so I decided it was time for a career change!

And naturally you chose the POLICE DEPARTMENT as your new professional home. Seeing as it’s the same place that made Wyatt chief it definitely makes sense.

There was a time,
I thought that you did everything right,
no lies, no wrong,
boy I, must’ve been outta my mind 💔

This asshole stuck around for a while and I wasn’t paying attention because Wyatt was dying as per us, but it turns out I should have because SHE STOLE OUR GNOME. Alien Prof this is low, even for you.

-As if I could pull off a heist like this, l can barely move I’m so sore from banging 18 year olds..

The pervy grandma shit ain’t gonna work in this house bitch!

GET HER VIC

-How dare you, you disgusting freak? First you take advantage of my innocent son and now this?? Well worry not, Buzz Grunt will be here shortly to pick your ass up!

-UGH please you crazy bitch, your slutty son came on to ME.

-Yes only to sleep his way through college, HE’S A UNION.

-OR he’s attracted to older women because all your kids ARE OEDIPAL FREAKS.

OH NO SHE DID NOT

FUCK HER UP

-GET YOUR SAGGY TITS OVER HERE AND FIGHT ME

-Or don’t.

JFC HOW. YOU HAVE 10 BODY POINTS 

-HA so do I bitch, how did you think I became chief of police??

Honestly I kinda assumed that everyone in this line of work is extremely unqualified like our darling Wyatt, but yea I see your point now. 

-That was the most shameful experience of my life, I’m never going out again! This bathroom is my home now.

Ugh don’t be such a Victor, Vic, making a huge deal because you lost one fight out of 20. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER

That’s my girl, take back what’s ours! And if you can’t don’t worry about it, we already have the charlatan as a replacement yard decoration. GO HOME DUDE

-Home is where the heart is.

I wanna call the police but then I remember that the police.. is Wyatt. So that tied itself in a neat little bow.

NOICE. IN UR FACE HALF ALIEN LOSER

WHAT. OK THIS BITCH IS OFFICIALLY OUR NEW NEMESIS, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. WE JUST GOT IT BACK 5 MINUTES AGO

-And now I’m stealing it again! You don’t want to start a battle of wills with me, bitches, I can do this forever. Think I get 18 year olds in bed by giving up easy???

Lol is that supposed to impress us?? Newsflash bitch, we have survived a dozen affairs and getting 6 cats to the top of their careers, WE’LL SEE YOU IN HELL

While the gnome tragedy unfolds in the yard, a different tragedy entitled Shooting Blanks is unfolding upstairs. Honestly say what you want about Vic and Komei as parents/people in general but they were fertile as shit, and almost too much so, looking @ u Gunther. I don’t know whose fault this is but given his track record I’m obviously inclined to blame Wyatt.

-OH NO don’t look at moi, my needs are emerald green, it’s Jojό and his red fun!!

-THAT MIME CAT MOVIE WAS REALLY SAD OK

GOD FUCKING HELP ME YOU FLOPS

Boy would we ever! Thank you Amanda, I really needed a break, the vibe in the house is super weird right now. I mean Jojo and Wyatt are permanently tired and barely interact autonomously while at the same time- 

-THIS IS WHAT VICTORIA AND KOMEI DO ALL DAY. 

-We have rekindled our relationship at age 80! 

Well stop it ok?? You’ve barely tolerated each other for half a century and I was used to it, this lovey shit is freaking me out.

We hit Crypt O’ Night with the most iconic group of townies ever, literally all my favs are here: first off, the Goopster aka guaranteed good times.

-Sup. 

Sup booboo, missed you!

-I know, I’ve been pretty swamped at work-

Yea we actually don’t have enough air time for an update on every rando’s life. Welcome to Hollywood.

Next up, Benjamin Long, back on the dating scene after his Kennedy break-up, megabitch Brandi Letourneau who is getting married in before this is over, and my second fav premade teen after Meadow, the very embodiment of misdirected teenage rage, SOPHIE MIGUEL. Just when I think this can’t possible get any better-

-GUESS WHO SHOWS UP. Looking good with your og maxis hair, Mar, are you feeling it?? I deleted the long mermaid one specifically so you wouldn’t have it lolol

-Ugh whatever, I still have Komei’s heart and that’s all that matters!

Yea you share that invaluable treasure with every cat in a 100 mile radius, congrats. 

-Aaaah, last time I was here was the old dude public orgy.. Those were the days.

Man I know, so many precious memories. Get sufficiently drunk and let’s make some new ones while we still can. Not to be an alarmist but you’re like.. 5 days away from dying?? Chop chop.

TIME TO PARTAAAY. And by partaaaay I mean pre-partay because the real party-

-begins now. I have big, BIG plans for tonight, mainly there’s 3 items I want to cross off our bucket list, the first one obviously being TO FUCK MARISSA UP.

-AHAHA who has maxis hair now bitch?? Oh how the tables have turned!

-I’m famous for my class and reluctance to take cheap shots BUT YOU’RE A PATHETIC VIRGIN WHO’S GONNA DIE THAT WAY. COULDN’T EVEN GET MY HUSBAND TO FUCK YOU AND HE ONCE FUCKED A WOLF

Whoa ok he just JERKED OFF the wolf Vic, please, this feud isn’t worth dragging Komei’s name through the mud.

WELL WELL WELL SOMEONE’S FEELING BRAVE TONIGHT. Ok you may have started it, Bendett..

..BUT WE’RE GONNA FINISH IT. SNAP HER NECK VIC

-IMPOSSIBLE DUE TO GAME CODING

Yea I may be too close to this, anyway GET HER

YES. Finally, our long awaited moment of catharsis. 

-HE BELONGS TO ME, THE BOY IS MINE

Let’s really not even think of that, let alone mention it. I still can’t believe all this is over Komei.

Beautiful!! Now to the next order of business..the one that got away, part 1.

Literally no comment @ this ridic double-bearding date, Benjamin seriously, there has to be a happy medium between dating your literal clone and this. Get help. Amanda get your shit together and then over here, cause you’re about to be..

..BUCKET LISTED. I’m feeling this almost as much as Rockabilly Russian Diplomat is. Haven’t seen you since you turned down Jojo and missed out on the chance of a lifetime. Just think, this elderly publicly-brawling-and-whoring-around woman could have been your mother in law! Bet you’re feeling pretty stupid now. Just as we’re done with item number 2, who walks through the door-

-BUT ITEM NUMBER 3 aka the one that got away pt 2! I thought we were gonna have to pathetically keep changing venues till we ran into him, but here he is all on his own. What kind of connection tbh?? I was so excited that I didn’t notice the sparkles at first thinking they were a club lighting effect, but then the unmistakable lag appeared and it dawned on me:

OF FUCKING COURSE. Loyal readers are well aware of the GWC aka the Good Witch Curse but basically this is the fifth time this laggy cockblock shows up the exact moment things get fun. My usual strategy is to immediately concede defeat and change lots, which doesn’t qualify as a strategy so idk why I called it that, but point is NOT TODAY SATAN. WE’VE WAITED HALF A LIFETIME FOR THAT VAMPIRE D

-Wow Count, long time no see, what has it been, 40, 50 years?? Anywhoozle, don’t even think about getting away this time cause it’s not happening.

-Haha aw Victoria, why would I want to get away?

Yea that’s a very good question, why did you get away last time you fucking loser?? We spent 12+ hours trying to seduce you and you wouldn’t even let us flirt above ‘charm’ and VIC WAS HOT AND YOUNG BACK THEN. No offense Vic.

Well obviously the Count likes them mature, good for him. I mean he’s def like a 100yo so he’s sticking to his own age group. 

-Let’s roleplay this hot scenario where I’m the vampire and you’re the helpless maiden!

-OH Victoria that’s always been my fantasy!

Love Brandi peacing out without finishing her meal, who can blame her. There’s only so much a person can keep eating through.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. Congrats Vic, you officially have no unfinished business on earth! I mean apart from ensuring the family name carries on, which is kinda the whole point of this, but whatever, I’m not worried at all..

It’s not like Jojo and Wyatt are rapidly approaching middle age! 

-I’m once again ready to pass out so no chance of conceiving, but worry not, I earned 25k! 

HOW ABOUT YOUR PLACE AS HEIR OF THIS FAMILY, ARE YOU EVER GONNA EARN THAT

……………..jfc 

-I have a new suprême ami :DD My choice in company is impeccablé!

Wyatt this feels like the right moment to let you know that I fucking hate you and you are the greatest evil that has ever befallen this family. No shade.

-UMMM bébés are not délivrer by storks?? 

And I kno-o-ow that I let you down, is it too late to say sorry now? ♪ @ Max Flexor.

Currently leading the category of ‘couples in this house likely to procreate’: Komei and Victoria.

Darkness falls.. A time for mystery, a time for intrigue, a time for gnome-related espionage..

..BUT MOSTLY A TIME TO CURSE WYATT’S NAME FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME. WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN CAUSE IT CERTAINLY WASN’T UNDER MY SUPERVISION. It’s painfully clear that Wyatt sensed his lame family aspiration had doomed him to being the one to experience the joys of pregnancy, so bitch waited till I wasn’t looking to go and pull this shit. What can I say except well fucking played, Wyatt.

-So, Wyatt, I don’t think we’ve ever actually interacted except for that time you almost burned both of us to death, but I just want to officially concede the biggest moron award to you. I mean permanently tying your life to that horrible monster by knocking him up, there’s just no competing with that. Congrats! I only pray I won’t be alive to meet your demonic spawn.

UGH don’t listen to him, Wyatt, this is a truly joyous occasion!

Something that Gunther obviously sensed from the other end of the neighborhood and randomly came to visit even though no one invited him.

-Can’t keep me away from a party!

Yea, thank god you didn’t miss this wild celebration. Seriously tf are you doing here?

-I came to see my mom! 

AWWWW

-Also I heard you had kittens! 

AWW- Wait, this new image you’re presenting is.. suspiciously wholesome. Like I want to believe you but it’s very hard to.

-Believe it, baby, I’m a changed man! I’ll even clean your pet house for free! 

-Aaand now I’ll just take this and be on my way.

OMFG GUNTHER!!! You, the gnome defender turned into a common thief???

-You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain babe.

Well I guess you are emotionally attached to this particular gnome so w/e, take it and gtfo.

-Nice thanks, there’s just one more thing I need to get, it’s super quick, let me just dash back inside for a min..

UMMMMM????

UMMMMMMMM GUNTHER DO YOU MAYBE HAVE SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T BELONG TO YOU THERE??

-Nop, I’m good! Later, bozos.

WTF IS HAPPENING

Ok guys Gunther deadass just escalated his criminal behavior from stealing gnomes to stealing living creatures in the span of 20 seconds, I’m legit concerned about him. Sex addiction, bubble addiction and now kleptomania, good luck Brittany! D’vorah reappeared on the end of the lot shortly after he walked off with her-

-while Victoria immediately set off to continue the never ending saga of the fucking gnome. You probably noticed the deathtrap reindeer deco, I never use it because sims can’t be trusted around it, but I’m really hoping for Wyatt to do me a solid and electrocute himself.

SECOND BUMP. Can’t believe this is finally happening, I legit thought that not only Komei and Vic wouldn’t live to see this but that I wouldn’t either.

The twins grew up! They’re adorbs and they look exactly the same apart from a slight difference in fur length which you really have to look for. As fun as pet genetic experiments are, I’m loving these super strong Alegra genes!

It’s Christmas and Wyatt is getting the shit slapped out of him by Daniel, which can only mean one thing.. NYE PARTY TIME

Also invited is Vic’s fav sidepiece, Malcolm, a fixture in all our social events. His presence is obviously extremely triggering for recent adulterer/recently-cheated-on Gunther. As much as I sympathize with what is def a complex position to be in-  

-STEP AWAY FROM OUR CAT GUNTHER. 

The yard portion of the party is going great!

The interior one.. is also going great, at least for me. SUFFER WYATT

All I wanted here was a cute new year’s kiss shot but apparently you can’t aim low enough in this family. DANIEL DO YOU MIND NOT CREEPILY WAITING TO BEAT UP WYATT FOR LIKE 1 MIN. CHRIST

-I’ll never forgive that monster for cheating on Jojo 10 years ago instead of patiently waiting for him to be done banging 2 other dudes. This marriage is a fucking sham and means nothing.

Merry Christmas from Daniel Union, everyone!

Nice, I’ve never experienced this in my own game before cause it looked so thoroughly unappealing in other people’s pics, and I def had a point.

OH FUCK FORGOT ABOUT THIS HELLISH CREATURE. Let’s all move inside slowly and let it tire itself out. If we’re extremely lucky maybe it will get ran over by a car or even better, Victor will come out just in time and eat it. There’s no surviving that stomach.

With one full minute left and the score inexplicably being a roof raiser..

..IT’S A NEW YEAR’S BABY PPL!!

-I cannot BELIEVE I’m the one doing this.

Yea I cannot believe it either, it’s extremely out of character. Where the fuck is your useless trickster husband??

OF COURSE. Got himself out of doing this and the rest is new phone who dis. You know what, w/e, I’m not letting you ruin my mood because FINALLY-

-WE HAVE A GIRL. Great job Jojo, and only Jojo. Wyatt you get no credit whatsoever, not that you give a shit as we’re going to be discovering in excruciating detail very soon. ANYWAY

Continuing the ‘whatever comes to mind first’ naming theme and in honor of Wyatt’s probably Arabic heritage (maiden name Monif!), I name our first born Shajar, after Shajar al-Durr, irl sultana of Egypt and awesome character to play in Crusader Kings. Welcome to the family, Shajar! My sincere condolences. 

scintilla 

[n. a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling.]

genre: a little angst but fluff to make up for that 0.001% of it 

word count: 1.37K +

summary: For once, you don’t really want to punch Jungkook. based on (x). 

Originally posted by shitjeon

You stand there sniffling, with puffy eyes and hands stuffed in the pocket of your hoodie as you wait for Jimin to answer the door.

It takes an eternity before it opens, and when it does, it isn’t even Jimin. Jungkook stands there looking down at you with wide eyes, one hand holding on the door handle and the other on the toothbrush stuck in his mouth. Puffy, red eyes from all the crying wouldn’t stop you from rolling them at him, but for once he wasn’t the last person you wanted to see, so you squeeze through the doorway past him and go plop on the couch. 

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instaawesome  asked:

I just graduated can u plz do a hc when CP graduates

Aww congrats!!!

Joker and Harley don’t bother with tickets and just show up taking the front row, everyone too scared to say anything or sit near them.

When their daughters walks up to get her diploma all of the goons, Frost, and her parents begin to cheer. 

Some of gothams underworld shows up just to look good in front of the king and queen.

Joker and Harley rig the place with explosives so as their driving their proud daughter away the whole place blows to hell.

The entire club is decorated in her honor with all her friends waiting and everyone too scared to say no to an invitation.

Frost get’s drunk and puts on her graduation cap to dance.

Joker gifts her with a lamborghini in her favorite color to match his.

Joker and Harley take her to Ace Chemicals to have a private family moment together.

anonymous asked:

Snsd as high school students? :)

  • Taeyeon: Loner, weeb, definitely a member of the anime club and the art club. Doesn’t really talk to anyone, befriends teachers rather than kids her own age, does her homework early and is always doing extra credit. Goes to pep rallies ironically.
  • Jessica: Cheer captain, mean girl, leader of the bully squad, good grades, the envy of other girls.
  • Sunny: Totally weird, eccentric class clown that’s friends with everyone. Probably plays a sport (poorly) and helps manage the year book. Always sticking up for kids getting bullied.
  • Tiffany: Popular girl, social media queen, grades are lacking but she charms the teachers so thoroughly that she never fails.
  • Hyoyeon: Goes too hard in gym class, wears pajama pants to school three days a week, flirts with all the girls (especially the ones with boyfriends) and some of the young teachers.
  • Yuri: Hyoyeon’s partner in crime but with better grades. Prefers gym, sports and lunch to other subjects but does really well in history.
  • Sooyoung: That one kid who is somehow Instagram famous by 11th grade. Really sarcastic and no one ever expects her one-liners. Incredibly good at foreign languages and writes poetry that no one will ever read.
  • Yoona: Eats in class, locker’s a disaster, never seems to have a pencil or gym shirt but gets solid grades and every boy is in love with her,
  • Seohyun: Valedictorian, loved by all, always shows up looking good even though she pulls all-nighters constantly? Also a soccer or volleyball star.
Tattoos and “darker skin”

Over the years I’ve seen so many people talk about the struggles of tattooing darker skin. Most of these people have never or very rarely tattooed darker skin leading to this myth that I’ve seen everywhere i go that skin tones darker than paper will not wear color tattoos well or that people with darker skin tones just cant get color tattoos at all. Now ill say it right now I’m not a tattoo artist but I’ve brought up this topic with just about every tattoo artist I’ve ever had and I’d like to share some things. The truth is darker skin tones and lighter skin tones will show color differently and certain shades of color will not show up on certain skin tones however a skilled artist will know what colors will show up and look good on your skin. I’m not dark by any means but I’m defiantly not super light and even i cant get certain shades tattooed on me if i want them to show up however all of my tattoos are in color and all are beautiful. would my tattoos look the same on someone lighter than me absolutely not the contrast in there skin would make it stand out more but does that mean my tattoos are bad? no does that mean i don’t wear them well? no. i guess Tldr: is find an artist who can work well on your skin tone and you’ll have great tattoos no matter what color. 

A love so fake- Part 1

Dedicated to :http://sexwby.tumblr.com/ for requesting a Jack G imagine

You had been dating Jack G for about 5 months. He was super sweet, hot, funny, a bad boy and pretty amazing.

Though you did have different preferences you guys fit together perfectly. Pretty much every girl was jealous of you. After all, you were dating one of the most popular guys at your school.

Jack had invited you to the Grier brothers party and you were not at all excited to go. Sure, you did not mind the Grier brothers but you were more of a quiet, reserved person.

You decided to wear ripped skinny jeans, a white crop top and some converse. You straightened your hair and also put on some bracelets.

A few minutes later Jack showed up at your door looking good in a pair of black skinny jeans, a white shirt and his black leather jacket.

“Hey baby girl, you look beautiful” he said smiling and giving you a short, sweet kiss.

“Thank you” you said blushing “though I didn’t put much effort.”

“That’s what I love about you” he said grinning and took your hand in his.

You smiled back and then both of you went out to his car and drove to the party. The party was in full swing when you arrived.

You cringed as you walked through the tightly packed dance floor. There were people everywhere making out, grinding on each other and very drunk.

Jack kept a tight hold on you though and didn’t let you go. You both danced for a bit and while he drank a bit you didn’t feel like it.

You soon both found your way to a few of his friends at a quieter place. Mahogany, Nash, Hayes, Taylor, Carter, JJ and a few others were there. You all were talking for a bit before you said you had to go to the bathroom.

From the bathroom as you did your business you could hear them talking.

“Yo G, why are you still with her?” one of his friends asked and it made you a bit confused

“Because her friend still hasn’t fully fallen for my charms. I gotta string her along for a bit when I’m sure (Y/F/N) has completely fallen for me.“ Jack replied making your eyes widen and you gasped as tears formed in your eyes.

“Isn’t that a bit harsh? You’re using her to get closer to her friend, then you’re going to break up with her?” a voice which sounded like Mahogany asked.

“Yeah but a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. I mean (Y/N) is ugly, and kinda fat too, she also laughs at most things I say and her laugh is so annoying! This girl is so clingy too and such a goody two shoes. I could go on and on. She isn’t even a good kisser or good in bed” he said and his friends burst out in laughter.

You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe that Jack G would say things like this about you. You also couldn’t believe his love was all fake. You flushed the toilet got out of the bathroom.

When you got out you could see Jack and his friends standing near the stairs. Jack smiled at you and motioned you over. The tears were now spilling down your face as you turned away from him and ran down the stairs in a hurry.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Barry Allen imagine where the reader is a metahuman with telekinesis, they fight crime together, but Barry wants to tell her, he likes her but is too nervous and they end up together. Idk it would be nice

A/N: Of course I will!! Thank you so much for requesting. I’m sorry it took me so long to write and stuff but it’s here now. I hope you like it!
xx

Originally posted by atravelgirl

“Y/N! Y/N are you listening?” Cisco yelled in your ear. 

“Yeah, Cisco, would you mind giving me a minute I’m kinda busy.” You said through clenched teeth. You looked wary around. Barry was right next to you wearing his Flash suit. 

“Mr. Invisible has a weakness! You have to make him visible. Y/N find anything that could make you see him. Paint or pee or something!” You looked around. Barry was pushed to the ground. There weren’t much time for you to think so you focused on the yellow liquid on the ground. It was disgusting and you were glad it weren’t you who were about to get pee on him. 

You moved it and threw it around in the air hoping to hit something. You circled it around you and Barry, who was now standing again. The pee collided with something tall. 

Bingo. 

You looked at Barry expecting him to do something. He looked back at you in complete shock but then a big grin erupted on his face and he started laughing.

He was laughing so hard he almost couldn’t run Mr. Invisible to Star Labs. Though he got him and soon you were both walking into cortex, giving Cisco a high five each. 

“I can’t believe you threw pee on him.” Barry said grinning at you widely. 

“Did you see any paint laying around?” You shrugged and lifted your eyebrows at him. He chuckled. 

“It was very creative I’ll give you that.” He held up his hands in surrender. Cisco looked at you and was about to say that it was his idea, but you shot him a look saying don’t you dare. Caitlin grinned knowing about your secret desire to impress Barry.

“I’m going home. See you tomorrow!” You said and waved as you walked out of cortex. 

“See ya” Barry and Cisco said in unison. 

This had been a long day filled with crime fighting with Barry by your side.

Long. Yes. 

Horrible. No

With Barry it was never horrible or frightening. He always had your back and you always had his. 

You reached out for your phone in your pocket, but stopped short noticing it wasn’t there. Shit.You thought back to the places you had had it. You walked back towards cortex hoping it was there. You were just about to walk in as you heard Barry’s voice. 

“I have no idea how to tell her. Every day I’m like, yeah, today I’m gonna do it. But then I chicken out every time.” He sounded frustrated and he had to be talking about a girl. It stung your heart. You and Barry were so close. You had at least expected him to tell about the new girl. You didn’t feel like interrupting Cisco and Barry so you went home without your phone.


The next morning you decided to treat Barry like a friend. Just like you treated Cisco. As you walked into Star Labs you thought to yourself that this was for the best. 

“Good morning everyone. I hope you brought me coffee otherwise I may have to murder you.” You greeted with the sweetest smile, trying not to let last nights disappointment show. 

Cisco looked up and said good morning and pointed to a cup standing on Barry’s table. You walked over to Barry’s table and brought the cup to your mouth. The warm steam filled your mouth and throat which made you pull it away again. 

“Morning.” Barry said and looked up at you from his chair. 

“Morning Barry.” You smiled and turned around to say something to Cisco but he was gone. 

“Where did Cisco go?” You wondered out loud. 

“He probably had something important to do…” Barry said and took his own cup to his mouth. Barry’s hand trembled as he put down the cup. 

“Barry are you alright? You look weird and nervous…” You reached out to touch his forehead which was as hot as the sun. 

“Shit, Barry are you sick? Should I take you home?” You sat down in the chair next to him. 

“Nonono… I’m totally fine. I just wanted to talk to you actually. And ask you… If you want to of course…” He stopped and looked you nervously in the eyes before taking a deep breath and asking you on a date so low you almost couldn’t hear it. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What did you say?” You grinned wicked at him, already knowing what he just said. He looked back up and saw you grinning which gave him a boost of confidence. 

“I just wanted to tell you that I really like you and that I think we should go on a date.” His green eyes searched your face for a reaction. This fixed the stinging feeling he had left in your heart yesterday and filled your whole body with a feeling of complete happiness. 

“Barry, I would love to go on a date with you.” you said and leaned in for a kiss. 

When you look at Barry Allens lips all you can see is soft skin. They are even softer when you touch them. When you pulled back you said;

“By the way, I like you too.” He chuckled and pecked your lips. You could get used to Barry’s kisses.  

Imagine team SSSN showing up to play baseball with team RWBY, and all of team SSSN are wearing baseball uniforms. SSSN starts talking about touch downs, and half times, double bogeys. Blake has to ask if they even know how to play baseball. Neptune says,

“No, but we showed up anyway because we look good in these uniforms.”

Full Circle

So this is my final entry for @cherishthepeanut week. It was an emotional roller-coaster to write. 

TW: Rape and abuse


She should have listened to her parents. She knows that now.

They’d seemed so wise when she was little, infallible, all-powerful, the leaders of her perfect family within the perfect walls of her perfect house. Her childhood had been filled with bear hugs and hot cider, with bedtime stories, piano lessons, and family dinners around the table. But then she’d heard things–things about her, about a woman named Zelena, inferences about bad blood, black magic and something called rape, and she’d started to withdraw from her once perfect world into a place where nobody could touch her, where she couldn’t be hurt.

Her parents reached out continually, as did Henry and Roland, and at times they’d cut through the veils of self-protection she’d started to weave and her life would feel light again, almost magical. She’d experience that magic when she played with Neal or practiced archery in the back yard with Roland and her dad. But then someone would break the Locksley spell, as she’d come to think of it, with a biting remark or accusatory stare.

Bad Blood. Black Magic. Spawn.

Words hurt far worse than either sticks or stones, she quickly learned, and the scars they left went far deeper than those etched into skin. The best defense is a good offense, Roland had told her after football practice one day, and she started processing the meaning of his words as she began to grow breasts and experience a woman’s cycle.

As a child, she’d been taunted. As a woman, she’d be untouchable. She’d see to that.

Her mother was first to recognize the signs and reached in deep, touching the heart of the little girl she’d raised with the warnings of one who’d travelled paths she’d never wish on her children.

You’re not her. You’re your own person. Don’t make the same mistakes I made. Don’t give into hate.

Her dad spoke with logic, his words always gentle yet seasoned with a truth she shied away from, unwilling to bear the stings of disapproval from the outside world any longer.

You’re my daughter, too. My blood is also in your veins. Never forget that love is a choice–that parenting is a choice. Listen to your real mother. Pay no mind to the words of the small-minded.

But the small-minded were persistent, and so her walls grew thicker until she’d blocked out everyone who loved her, who truly knew her, who stood resolutely beside her even as she began to destroy herself.

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Do you Nate part 2

Do you then part 2

It’s been three weeks since I last saw or heard from Nate, I know that he’s still on tpur, his last three shows are coming up soon and then the last one where he will be performing here in LA. I had bought tickets to the LA one and he’d given me personal vip passes. They lay on my dresser looking so lonely and sad. I’d been in my bed more than I watched Netflix, I didn’t really know what to do with myself, and if I wasn’t in bed then I was at work but my boss, the sweetheart that she is let me have paid leave, saying she knew how it felt to go through heartbreak. That comment alone had me bawling in the bathroom until I was able to pick myself up off the floor and go back to our apartment and cry in bed.

Yes Nate and I had moved in together before he’d gone on tour something about feeling good he had someone to come home to. I’d already packed everything of mine up, taken down our pictures replacing them with things I knew he would like. I was going to leave a letter but then thought better of it.

As I was leaving his apartment I saw one of the tenants come out from their apartments and wave. It was dale, one of the nicest people that lived in our building, he’d brought over homemade mashed potatoes that were delicious.

“Hey y/n what are you doing with all those boxes and bags?”

“Oh I’m moving out.” I sigh thankful for the cap that hides my face.

“Oh why isn’t Nate helping you out? Aren’t you too inseparable?”

“I used to think so dale, anyway if you see him tell him I left everything to and for the apartment inside, and that I paid my part of the rent for the last three months.”

My voice only breaks two times as I say this. Dales face fills with realization and he pulls me into a tight hug.

“Oh honey, he’ll realize he was wrong I promise you, and if he doesn’t tell me so I can knock some sense into him.” He whispers.

I laugh trying to cover up the tears but it’s no use as they fall anyway, staining his shirt. He kisses the top of my head like a concerned big brother, before pulling away to wipe the tears away.

“Stay strong all good things come to those brave enough to take it” he smiles.

I give him a watery smile back before Giving him one last hug and lugging all of my things to my car, now to go move into a one bedroom studio apartment.

~ ~ ~

Tonight was the night.

It was Nate’s final performance and my friend and convinced me to go, I mean maybe it would be the thing I needed to move on and let him go. So I dressed up again, wearing high waisted acid wash jeans, with a black and red flannel wrapped around my waist, a white crop top and an all black snapback on my head. I paired it with white converse. I felt good, my make up was on point those wings doing their job of making me look better than usual.

My friend shows up looking good and we head out to the venue, I check Nate’s snap story, something that has made me more sad than happy to see if he’s there or if I can slip in without him noticing. Apparently they’re on the tour bus as we pull up but are about to come and greet everyone. My friend is stoked saying how she must meet Derek, so I tell her to go on and save me a place in life. I watch as he goes out and greets everyone and takes pictures before they’re ushered away. Only then do I get out of the car and find my friend.

“Shit you just missed him you’re lucky!” She squeals catching other girls attention who squeal with her.

I grimace nodding as we make our way inside. Since we are VIPs we get to be backstage, before being out up in the front of the stage. It’s cool and I already know his routine so I strategically go into the that illness he makes his way on stage, though I don’t anticipate running into Derek on my way out.

“Oh shit y/n!” He yells laughing.

“Derek” I say before moving away and heading to find my friend hoping that he won’t tell Nate I’m here.

He doesn’t seem to have the opportunity to as everything is lit, and there spraying the fans with water bottles and such. And then Johnson Sammy and all the boys are out and stage. I watch as Nate is a little energizer bunny giving the show his everything, the smile on his face takes my breath away.

I’m smiling like an idiot for no reason. And then I see some raven haired girl coming up the backstage and standing just at the edge as the show winds down and every one is coming off stage. Nate stops in front of her smiling softly, and then the girl is kissing him hard, and he kisses back.

“You had an amazing show baby”
He smiles and then looks up.

I don’t love fast enough and he spots me, his eyes widen and his mouth pops open just as Derek comes up and whispers something in his ear.

“Y/N”

And then I’m running, somehow able to see even though it’s blurry making it nearly impossible. I’m running hard towards my car though I’m pretty sure Nate wouldn’t give chase he still has some fans to greet and a new chick to be with.

But I’m wrong.

Because just as I make it to my car and am opening the door, I’m being pulled out of it with strong arms wrapping around my waist in a vice like grip. With accompanied smell of weed and sweat I catch Nate’s scent.


“Lemme go, lemme go, lemme go” I scream kicking my feet and tying to escape from his arms.

But he holds burying his face into the side of my neck while continually murmuring my name over and over again.

“Lemme go Nate lemme go” I sob.

“I can’t, I can’t let you go y/n”

I’m not kicking or struggling much anymore my body is exhausted, and the tears are taking it out of me.

“Bullshit, you let me go before so just do it again go back to you’re new chick” I whimper.

“She ain’t nobody and you know that lil ma.”

“I don’t care, I don’t care, let me go. You don’t want me anymore. So let me go!”

He loosens his arms enough so that he can turn me around before tightening them agin much to my disdain, but I look away from
Him, sniffling.

“Hey look at me”

I can’t do this I can’t have him this close I’m not ready for it. All the emotions and love come back, all of the memory’s that I tiredly try to forget come rushing back. But it’s not what Nate wants, not anymore. So I squared my chin and look up into those beautiful eyes of his.

“I don’t love you anymore, and i know you don’t love me so let go.”

I think he’s shocked by my words, because his arms go limp and I’m running to my car slamming the door and driving back to my apartment. Once again with my heart shattering.


When I get back to my apartment I keep the lights off going straight to my bed letting out the pain in screams and whimpers.

“Nate, why did you let me go, Nate please come home, please come back to me. I didn’t meant it. Please come back” I mumble over and over again.


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