a mixture of madness

Aries - The Red Queen

Alice’s volatile Red Queen is Aries incarnate, every drop of cosmic madness and mayhem in one fiery mixture. Even more telling is her noted catchphrase, ‘somebody’s head is going to rollll for this’, Aries of course, ruling the head and remarking on shocking impulsivity and inconsistency. Aries and Mars rules blood, this is the energy of all life, royal red blood that rushes to her cheeks when she is excited, loaded, and ready. She is ultimately a woman to be reckoned with because she refuses to be intimated, sexualised, labeled, or generalised. She is proud of her convictions because she has fought so hard for them. And she wakes up to the sound of weapons outside her door, because everyday presents a battle, and some days she flies high and other days she barely survives. She is in the pursuit of her own pleasure, her own personal experience, her own legacy and autobiography to leave behind. And the Aries will experiment with plenty of different styles and designs, looking for a personality to fit into. It just so happens this personality often radiates that amber glow, she is wearing red lipstick and clutching at the hidden weapon in her hand knowing she can never truly let her guard down. This is why Aries people can be so reactive, sensitive, and hyper vigilant. Something in her nature is always preparing her for war. It could be with lovers, employers, teachers, or parents. It could be with herself and if she is staging to the world the woman she admires in herself. Her heels thunder through the hallways and she can raise her voice higher than the ceiling. When it comes to self expectation, her standards are quite high. She is not afraid of assertion, protecting her femininity, or defending herself against any force or feature. Every piece of herself that she has built has taken work. Libra may be the White Queen, and indelible charmer seemingly loved by the world. But the Red Queen in Aries is life and aliveness, choking at the excitement of everything, vivid, glorious, spirited, and… bonkers. 

-C.

(art: kurtis rykovich)

anonymous asked:

Hi I saw you did a headcanon about Toshinori and how he was ticklish and I was wondering if you had a fic of Toshinori being chased by his students and tickled by them? Something like that would really make my day as I've been having a bad week

Anon, first of all - I don’t know if you will even see my answer, but let me just tell you that I’m so, so sorry for not answering this sooner. I’ve been stuck in a really bad writer’s block lately and just couldn’t come up with anything for this request. I’m so sorry for not being there to make your week a bit better! I hope you will still be able to enjoy this now, though (and also that you’re feeling much better by now):

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It could have been such a nice and relaxing afternoon, Izuku mused half-heartedly as he watched the happy mess in front of him unfold. Such a nice, quiet afternoon, with Bakugou taking a nap, his classmates engrossed in different – quiet – activities and no homework to disturb them.

He had wanted to watch a bit of TV, that was all. Had wanted to catch up on a view hero talk shows he liked to watch.

Now, however, Izuku, just like the rest of his classmates, found himself captivated by the sight of Mina lurking around in the kitchen, the girl watching All Might closely as he went around the kitchen to prepare some drinks and snacks for everyone.

Based on the stiff set of Toshinori’s shoulders, Izuku could interpret that the man was on high alert, knowing what the girl behind his back was aiming for.

It had started out all too innocent. Toshinori had been rummaging through the fridge, bent over quite a bit, as Mina had squeezed herself into the little space between her teacher and the open fridge-door, darting forward to grab something from the cold depths. Completely by accident, the girl’s finger had scrambled over the man’s side all the while, digging deep into the white material of his shirt as Mina tried to gently shove him aside.

The reaction had been immediate, as Toshinori had jumped with a yelping sound, head hitting the fridge’s ceiling with a loud Thunk as he spluttered out a weird, high sound.

And if that hadn’t been enough, Mina’s horrified shriek certainly had been enough to draw everyone’s attention to the both of them.

“Sensei, are you okay?! Did I hurt you?!”

“N-No, really, I’m… I’m quite alright, my girl…”

“Did I hit your scar?! I’m so, so sorry… oh no, wait, your scar is on the left side… but still!”

“Mina!” Toshinori had tried as the girl had tried to lift his shirt to see where the damage lay, “I assure you, my girl, I’m more than al-…”

Mina’s soft touch had connected with his side and the man had let out a far too high sound, somewhere between a cut-short laugh and a yelp.

That had been the moment when it had clicked for Mina. “Sensei, are you tickli-…?”

And Toshinori, honest to a fault as he was, had probably not made the best choice by interrupting the girl, saying something about having to get started on the snacks, and turned away from her. Him making sure that he stayed out of her reach all the while had been quite suspicious, too. 

Really not the best choice, Izuku mused, attention once again drawn away from the TV and over to where Mina was sneaking up on Toshinori.

Perhaps they should have warned him – there were almost ten pairs of eyes directed to Mina and their teacher – but saying that the other children weren’t interested in the spectacle would have been a blatant lie. So it was probably no surprise that nobody, not even Izuku, called out warning as Mina used a short moment of distraction.

The girl ducked slightly, stealthily getting closer until Toshinori – still with his back to her – was in her reach.

The moment Mina’s fingers wiggled up the retired hero’s side, Toshinori all but jumped, throwing one hand up to steady himself on the kitchen counter while a sharp, surprised bout of laughter left him. It didn’t matter that he slapped his free hand over his mouth only a second later, it was already too late.

Mina was beaming, smile wide and shining and excited all at once. “You are ticklish!”

“A bit,” Toshinori relented, leaning away from her and out of her reach. “A little bit, perhaps.”

They looked at each other for a moment, Mina thoughtfully and Toshinori warily, both clearly assessing what they should do next.

Then, everything happened in the blink of an eye. Mina darted forward, expression determined and hands outstretched, aiming straight for her teacher’s sides. In the same moment, Toshinori’s hands darted upwards and caught the girl’s wrists, stopping her from touching him. Still, Mina had so much momentum that she slammed against Toshinori, making him stumble backwards.

“Nonono, we’re not doing this!”

“But, Sensei!”

“No buts, my girl…”

“I just want to hear you laugh some more!” 

“As much as I would like to indulge you, tickling is not the right wayyy…!” Toshinori’s words became rushed and drawn-out as he bend and twisted to get away from the fingers trying to poke him. He didn’t dare to use his full strength on the girl, fearing that he could hurt her, but holy, if Mina wasn’t surprisingly strong. More than once, she almost managed to slip from his grasp.

And as if that weren’t bad enough, Mina whined, “Guys! Help me!”

There was a moment were the others exchanged quick glances, a bit taken aback by the sudden request.

“Uuuuh…” Kouda mumbled, ducking his head. “Should we really…?”

“Well, it would be funny,” Kirishima’s expression turned from thoughtful to excited.

“Wouldn’t he get angry, though?”

“Nah – Sensei never gets angry with us!”

“Let’s try this, guys!”

Izuku had long since forgotten about his TV-show by now, trying his hardest not to laugh as he turned around and looked over the back of the couch.

Toshinori had almost managed to free himself of Mina when Kirishima slammed into his back, latching onto his right arm tightly.

“Young Kirishima…!” the blond warned, half-heartedly, slight panic flickering over his expression.

“Sorry, Sensei!”

“Yeah,” Kaminari chimed in, apologetic smile on his face as he grabbed his teacher’s other arm. “Please don’t get angry at us, okay?”

Mina whooped in triumph as her classmates came to her aid one after the other – holding onto Toshinori’s arms or climbing up his back – and the second she was free and there were no defensive hands in her way, she dived right in, taking great delight in poking and tickling to her heart’s content.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Toshinori to go down, knees buckling and not able to hold up the combined weight of him and his students. By the time he landed – or more, was let down – onto the ground, he was already howling in laughter, coughing in between as he squirmed and writhed, trying to get away from the deft fingers tormenting him.

The laughter of the children joined in as they cheered. Even Izuku was laughing at the sight of a delighted Mina, not giving up in her tickling, and flushed and laughing Toshinori, rolling over the ground in a heap.

Izuku’s smile dropped, though, when the coughing suddenly overtook the laughter.

“St-Stop…!” Toshinori wheezed out, smile suddenly turning into a grimace, “Stop, please!”

Mina’s laughter trailed off as well and she pulled back, but too late – while the children were still retreating, helping their teacher to sit up rather than holding him down, Toshinori already doubled over, coughing hard, blood splattering over the hand he covered his mouth with.

Izuku was up from the couch and dashed over at top speed, falling onto his knees next to his mentor as everyone crowded around them. “Toshinori-san!”

“Sensei!”

“I’m sorry!” Mina’s eyes were already filling with tears as she gestured around, reaching for Toshinori and yet not daring to touch him again. “I’m sorry, I should have stopped, I should have listened…!”

She trailed off, sniffling, as Toshinori reached over with his free hand, gently ruffling her hair. The coughing lessened gradually as Toshinori shook his head, smiling slightly. “No need to apologize at all, my girl.”

“Whoa, Sensei,” Kirishima’s laugh was strained as he handed the man a tissue. “You really startled us there!”

“Are you okay?!” Kouda asked, eyes wide with concern.

“Do you want to lie down for a moment?” Uraraka offered.

“Nonsense – thank you, my boy,” Toshinori smiled at Izuku as the boy helped him to his feet. Stretching carefully, patting his chest to make sure that the coughing was over, the former hero grinned brightly. “I’m more than alright, honestly.”  

Relieved smiles were exchanged as everyone relaxed again.

“And now that that is settled…”

Sudden silence fell over the room as the children stopped mid-motion, going pale at the pure power crushing down on them.

Quirk or not, Toshinori still had the commanding aura of All Might if he wanted to.

“I dare believe,” the blond rumbled, eyes blazing with mischievousness. “It’s my turn now.” 

Mina was the first to react, squeaking loudly in a mixture of mock-angst and delight as she made for a mad dash towards the door. Kirishima followed suit, laughing and hollering for “everyone to take cover, he’s after us!”

It didn’t take too long for the others to catch on, and quickly, the living room was near empty as everyone run for it, laughing and screaming all the while.

Shouto looked from Toshinori to his fleeing classmates and back, slightly confused. “I… don’t think he would really hurt us?”

“It’s not about hurting, man,” Sero laughed, pulling the other after him out of the room. “It’s part of the game, you know?”

“Ah. I see,” nodding thoughtfully, Shouto let himself be dragged away.

Huffing in amusement, Toshinori leveled Izuku with a questioning gaze, running a hand through his ruffled hair. “You’re not going to run, my boy?“

“You have no reason to take revenge on me,” Izuku said after considering the question for a moment, lips quirking into a smile. “So, no.”

Blue eyes flashed as the man smiled widely, softly. “Fair enough.”

They shared a grin before Toshinori cocked his head, listening.

Izuku did the same. Training had honed his awareness and senses enough that he could hear the shuffling and hushed whispers in the hallway in front of the living room, the snickering and rustling of clothes.

His classmates hadn’t fled very far, obviously hoping that their teacher would chase them to continue the fun.

And if Izuku could hear them, then All Might surely could, too.

The wide grin stretching the blond’s features said that he could hear it indeed. Waving vaguely towards the hallway, the hero started, “Mind if I…?”

“No, no, go ahead,” Izuku shrugged, making his way over to the couch again. “I’m occupied anyway.”

“Right,” Toshinori didn’t sound convinced, but he didn’t protest.

Settling down again, Izuku tried to remember what had happened last in the show. And, oh dear – he couldn’t remember.

So much for watching his favorites shows this quiet afternoon. That was probably completely impossible around his classmates…

The sudden feeling of gentle and searching fingers gliding over the sensitive spots where neck met shoulders made Izuku yelp aloud, jerking forwards on the couch to escape the tickling sensation.

Chuckling resounded right behind him, making Izuku blush and splutter as he whirled around, scandalized, “Hey!”

Toshinori’s eyes were alight with amusement as he held up his hands in surrender, even though he was still laughing. “Sorry, sorry. I just had to try it.”

“You don’t look sorry at all,” Izuku mumbled, covering the sensitive spot with one hand while he scooted away from the mischievous man.

Izuku didn’t take his eyes off Toshinori again until the man had left the room, pretending to “chase” his waiting students. Only when he heard loud shouting, cheering and laughter resounded from the hallway, indicating that their teacher had joined his classmates, did Izuku dare to relax again.

For, like, two seconds. Before his fingers started drumming impatiently, and his gaze shifted more than once away from the screen and strayed over to the door.

It sounded like everyone was having fun…

Izuku was dimly aware that he had no idea what was happening on screen because he was too busy listening to his class goofing around.

With a sigh and a smile, he relented, turned off the TV and threw the remote to the side.

There were better things to do, he thought as he jumped up and rushed out of the room, running into the direction of shouts and shrieks and happy laughter, grinning widely as he noticed that Toshinori happened to stand with his back towards him. Much better things.

The moment Izuku leaped forward, landing on his mentor’s back and reaching for the sensitive sides under the loose white shirt – hearing the way Toshinori shouted in surprise and laughter and how his friends cheered for him – he was laughing aloud himself, feeling warm and happy.

This was so much better than watching TV.

Look look look!!!  The amazingly generous sradanvers commissioned this for me from Aegileif.  AEGILEIF!!!!!

And do you see how beautiful it is????

Best of all:  sradanvers suggested I guess what scene this was, and I am sure she meant from A Mixture of Madness…  But the thing is, I looked at it, and I knew already; I knew right away–but it is a scene from But I am Not Slain,  which is the UNPUBLISHED sequel to A Little Wounded.How crazy is that?

Black Honey

I’ve learned through some research and some traditions that honey is one of the best substances to use in witchcraft. I like to think of it as liquid clear quartz. I have mad my own mixture of honey that I think you will all like. It’s called black honey, and it is best suited for “dark magic.” It’s good for curses, bindings, hexes, and lots more.

To make it all you need is:

Honey (of course)

Water (I just used plain tap water. But you can use any kind really. If you wish you could boil it first, since water is really psychic.


And something to dye it black ( I prefer to use calligraphy ink, but I’m sure you could use food colouring, ash)


Steps:
Firstly, combine the water and honey. Make sure that it still retains a somewhat think consistency. Then add the dye. Make sure that it is completely, or almost completely black as it will help with the practice. Then you can place energy and intent on it. And it’s done.

@afrosandathames @sanctusnecromancy I think you two might like this
“Trust you? How can I trust you when you never gave me a reason to in the first place” - G Dragon

Originally posted by biqbanqisvip

Request: (anon) “Trust you? How can I trust you if you never gave me a reason to in the first place” with Big Bang’s G-Dragon

Genre: Angst

Warnings: GD getting a little frisky, plot that possibly doesn’t make sense.

Celebration of 800, list here

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A/N: One final down a few to go! I hope you like it! The plot might not be okay or like logical, but I like it. Inbox always open! Side note, I have big plans coming up for GD, Seungri and CL. 

~ Admin Brooklyn

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“I wasn’t doing anything!” Ji Yong argued. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“She was on your lap and your hands were all over her ass,” you countered. He rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but you held up your hand. “And don’t even say it was for a photoshoot or a music video because you wouldn’t have brought me if it was.”

“I brought you there to have fun,” Ji Yong groaned. You rolled your eyes. You hated how this was going. You knew your relationship with him has been unsteady. You honestly don’t know how it got to this. You knew that going into this relationship that you had the potential to love him, and vice versa. You told each other everything, you had many dates together, and honestly, you were so happy that you didn’t realize you were falling in love.

Sadly you also didn’t realize that Ji Yong wasn’t.

No matter how many times he tries he can’t love you the way you love him. It’s not that he doesn’t like you. You were there to help him pick himself up when he needed it. You were there for him when he needed a confidence boost. Sadly that’s all you really seemed to be to him, a confidence booster when he needed it.

“Yeah, I have lots of fun being in a crowd of sweaty people all trying to have sex with each other,” you say sarcastically. He rolls his eyes at your remark. You seemed to be so different from him, and for some reason, it seemed to aggravate him.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I haven’t done anything,” Ji Yong stated. You crossed your arms, his argument seeming stupid to you. Did anything you say or do mean anything to him? “Why can’t you trust me?”

“Trust you? How can I trust you if you never gave me a reason to in the first place,” you fumed. You were completely angry. The perfect mixture of hurt, frustration, hateful and even plain mad seemed to drive your thoughts. He stared at you. His eyes searched yours, picking out the emotions he was so desperate to understand.

“You never trusted me?” His words were quiet, but you heard them clearly. You shook your head, but your response made him even more confused. “Then why would you say that?”

“Ji Yong, do you even want to be with me?” You ask, giving up with this argument altogether. Ji Yong didn’t respond. He just stared at you intently. “I want to be with you and I didn’t realize you didn’t want too until it was too late.”

“(Y/N),” Ji Yong started, but you shook your head.

“Ji Yong, I lost my trust in you because I realized you never gave me one,” you started. Tears started to well up in your eyes and your vision became blurry. “I know you don’t love me, and I trusted you because I thought you did. I trusted you with my heart and with my love because I thought that you were falling in love too. I was wrong though, and all those nights with you around beautiful women getting drunk and holding them just gave me one more reason not to trust you. I’m sorry.”

Ji Yong shook his head. You could see his eyes get watery and it broke your heart. He didn’t get pouty, he didn’t get sad. He didn’t accept your apology. Instead, he pulled you into a hug. “Let’s just end this. Please.”

You nodded your head, holding him tightly. Your heart ached as he pulled away, flashing you a small smile. He nodded his head, a small tear streamed down his cheek. He smiled sweetly and ran a hand through your hair sweetly. “Thank you (Y/N).”

“For what?” You say, your voice seeming broken. He gave you a small smile. His hands ran through your hair fondly.

“Thank you for loving me, even when I couldn’t love you back.”

mintybogdanow  asked:

hey there! so my friend's username is dangerousteam (their blog is empty as they just use it to read fanfic and they don't wanna tell me the name of their main lmao) so i think they'd like viktor, yuri and yurio, the scenarios, the reader is stressed and frustrated with themselves bc of their add, lots of things are going on and even though they're very smart, they feel like they wont make it, even tho other people try to understand they can't fully do it. i guess it'd be nice with some angst

Of course I can do this! I personally struggle with ADHD and anxiety, so I totally understand where this request is coming from. This request is dedicated to @dangerousteam by their friend. If any of you are struggling with ADD, ADHD, or anything of the sort, you’re not alone; I understand and I’m here for all of you. Feel free to talk to me is you ever need anything from me, or just want someone to talk to :3 I hope you enjoy, and thank you for the request <3


[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • Viktor knows about your ADD and how you can struggle at times, and he always does his very best to help you through tough spots and make sure you feel alright
  • and he may not always get it and he’ll say “omg babe your amazing y are u sad” but honestly he’s crying his best and he loves you sm ;-;
  • Things are getting a bit much for you to handle, and you’re stressed and tired and getting to the end just seems impossible right now, and you reach a breaking point
  • Viktor comes home to find you at the kitchen table crying into your hands, and he drops everything to run over to you and crouches in front of your chair
  • “Baby? C’mon, look at me. I need you to tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better and so i can validate you and make you feel loved bc dammit you’re wonderful and i don’t deserve you
  • When you explain what’s wrong, he stands and takes a few steps back, and you know you’re in for a lecture
  • Viktor goes on and on about how amazing and smart you are, how much he loves you, how wonderful you make him feel, and how confident and strong he knows you can be; he accompanies his speech with a ton of Extra™ gestures and facial expressions, and it’s almost like he’s performing on a stage or something
  • When he finishes his rant, he pulls you out of your chair in a bone-crushing hug and plants kisses all over your face, your stress and worry fading with every touch of his lips to your skin

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • Having experienced mental illness himself, he can empathize with you and understand how your ADD is causing you to struggle
  • He’s the best at understanding where you’re coming from, and he knows exactly what you like and how to make you feel better
  • One day he comes home to a suspiciously quiet house, and he finds you in bed and looking like you’re about to cry
  • me as fuck tho lmao like “oops i can’t do this today i gotta stare at the wall for three hours” yeah adhd is wild y’all
  • He crawls under the covers with you and takes you into his arms, resting his head on top of yours while you start to cry
  • “(Y/N), I know it’s hard, but please don’t give up. You’re so smart and I’m proud of you for trying your best every day. It’s okay to cry, but please promise me you’ll get back up and keep trying once you’re ready. Please?”
  • omg what a sweetheart ;-; like babe you’re so supportive and loving and ugh fuck me up
  • Yuri will hold you and allow you to cry until you feel better, and he’s cheering for you and supporting you the second you get up and try again

[Yuri Plisetsky]

  • Yuri can have some problems sympathizing when it comes to your struggles with ADD, but he knows how to comfort you when the time comes
  • and he’s not trying to be mean ???? he just thinks you’re so smart and beautiful and special like wtf are you insecure for babe u good
  • He comes home one day to find you laying on the sofa and crying, and his protective mode engages automatically
  • He asks you what’s wrong, and you explain that your ADD is causing you some stress and anxiety; Yuri nods in understanding, but his face contorts to a look that looks like a mixture of hurt and anger
  • he’s not mad babe ugh he just wishes you could be happy and know how much you mean to him
  • Yuri somewhat forcefully pulls you up from the couch and holds your face in his hands; his hold on you is firm, but he’s careful to not hurt you
  • “Hey, knock it off. Quit crying, idiot. You’re smart, you’re strong, and you’re fucking okay. I get that you have ADD and it’s hard sometimes, but I’m not letting you quit. I love you too much to watch you give up.”
  • Yuri moves his hands from your face to your waist an he pulls you into a hug, and you let the last of your tears fall into the fabric of his shirt
  • He’ll hug you and hold you for as long as you need, then Yuri will sit down with you and help you get back on track with whatever is bothering you

“Mads has an incredible face, a mixture of power and grace. It’s a heroic, almost like Christic figure. A little like Marlon Brando - his strength is coupled with a certain femininity. But his beauty is embarrassing, that’s why he feels a particular pleasure in getting ugly and incarnating the wicked, the crazy, the pitiful beings.” - Arnaud des Pallières

[http://www.leparisien.fr/magazine/culture/le-parisien-magazine-mads-mikkelsen-roi-du-danemark-09-12-2016-6426075.php]

why not both? pt 2.
  • pairing: eisuke ichinomiya x MC x soryu oh.
  • rating: mature, ofc.
  • word count: ~2800.
  • content notice: somehow spanking made its way into this, idk how that happened ://
  • author’s notes: this threesome relationship is just really important to me?? so here’s part two. might make it into a series of sorts, i’m not sure yet. enjoy! 
  • part one.

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Whole whumpy episodes

Inspired by the recent #Whump Challenge - Day 18 question and the priceless support of Whumpapedia document,
I will collect here single episodes where the whump starts at the BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE and LASTS/EVOLVES ALL THE EPISODE LONG. Something you can relay on to enjoy and cheer up!
This page will be continuously updated. Any suggestion/help are most appreciated and welcome!

  • Agent X 1.05 episode “Truth, Lies, and Consequence”
    Character: John Case, performed by Jeff Hephner.
    Type of whumps: poisoned, weak and dizzy, blurred vision and whistles in the ears, manhandled and punched, sweating, fought, collapsed, unconscious.
  • Arrow 5.20 episode “Underneath" *NEW Part 1 Part 2
    Character: Oliver Queen, performed by Stephen Amell.
    Type of whumps: hit by explosion blast and passed out, bloody cut on his bicipit, fallen in the elevator trumpet and impaled, treated and sewn on the field, lightheaded for exposure to toxic gas and dizzy, weak after a considerable effort and fainted for the loss of blood, heartbroken and passed out again, weak again after a considerable effort with blood at his mouth and collapsed, stabbed with adrenaline syringe, another considerable effort with much sweating and grunting, recovering in bed.
  • Banshee 1.10 "A Mixture of Madness”
    Character: Lucas Hood, performed by Antony Starr.
    Type of whumps: ambushed (from previous episode), under heavy gunfire, bloody bruises all over his face and still bruises on his wrists, a little shocked, he surrended himself to his enemy, knocked out with a hit at his neck, punched and hit with teaser (memory of the past), tortured: tied to a chair and badly beaten and almost choken to death, then stabbed, passed out and unconscious on the stretcher then in hospital, sore at home with red swollen bruises and changing the bandage.
  • CSI 2.19 “Stalker”
    Character: Nick Stokes, performed by George Eads.
    Type of whumps: roughly fallen through a window down a building to the ground, unconscious, hospital, concussion, cracked ribs, recovery at home but assaulted, fought, weak and panting.
  • Falling Skies 2.01 “Worlds Apart”.
    Character: Tom Mason, performed by Noah Wyle.
    Type of whumps: weak, shot at his flank, unconscious after surgery, dreamt of past hree months: tortured with electric shock stick, tied up, slammed to the ground and passed out, punched, slammed against a wall; another emergercy surgery.
  • Hawaii Five-0
  1. 5.07 episode “Ina Paha / If Perhaps”
    Character: Steve McGarrett, performed by Alex O'Loughlin.
    Type of whumps: kidnapped, tortured in many ways, bleeding, fought and collapsed.
  2. 6.25 episode “ O Ke Ali'i Wale No Ka'u Makemake / My Desire Is Only for the Chief”
    Character: Steve McGarrett, performed by Alex O'Loughlin.
    Type of whumps: shot, bleeding and sweating, unconscious, hospital, surgery, hospital recovery.
  • Revolution 2.19 episode “$#!& Happens”.
    Character: Miles Matheson, performed by Billy Burke.
    Type of whumps: roughly fallen to the ground from running carriage, fought, bloody cut at his abdomen, roughly fallen downstairs for floor collapse and entraped, cauterized the wound with red-hot knife blade, fallen and passed out and wound bleeding again, entrapped for two more days, bloody trail and thought of suicide, hit the mirror with hand and blood (memory), figured out a way to escape starting a fire. Continues with some aftermath in the following episode.
  • Scorpion 1.22 episode “Postcards from the Edge”.
    Character: Walter O'Brien, performed by Elyes Gabel.
    Type of whumps: car accident and on a cliff, impaled to the seat, a lot of grimacing and sweating and suffering, bleeding, cauterized himself, much pain and sweating, dislocated collarbone, last minute recovery, hospital, heavely sedated.
  • Stargate Atlantis 1.03 “38 Minutes”.
    Character: John Sheppard, performed by Joe Flanigan.
    Type of whumps: with a parasitic alien bug attached to his neck, causing immense pain and spreading paralysis, his heart stopped to make the bug let go and then has to be resuscitated. And it even ends with an after-care infirmary scene [thanks to @alipeeps].
  • Stargate SG-1
  1. 1.18 episode “Solitudes”.
    Character: Jack O'Neill, performed by Richard Dean Anderson.
    Type of whumps: unconscious, broken leg and treated on the field, ribs, internal bleeding, weak, hypothermia, unconscious [thanks to @the-wandering-whumper].
  2. 2.07 episode “Message in a Bottle”.
    Character: Jack O'Neill, performed by Richard Dean Anderson.
    Type of whumps: impaled to the wall, infected by alien life, severe pain, fever, died but brought back, passed out [thanks to @the-wandering-whumper].
  3. 9.08 episode “Babylon”.
    Character: Cameron Mitchell, performed by Ben Browder.
    Type of whumps: staff weapon blast to his side, fought and passed out, fireman’s carry, fever for infection, nursed back to health, forced to training with many beating and sweating, forced to fight to the death, slashed on his thigh plus other minor injuries, poisoned, thought dead, revived.
  • Taken 1.07 “Solo”
    Character: Bryan Mills, performed by Clive Standen.
    Type of whumps: kidnapped and badly tortured, naked into a cold room and starving.
  1. .09 episode “Anslo Garrick (No. 16)”.
    Character: Donald Ressler, performed by Diego Klattenhoff.
    Type of whumps: shot in his leg, treated on the field with makeshift equipment, in hypovolemic shock, lot of pain and blood, with aftermath in the following episodes.
  2. 2.19 episode “Leonard Caul (No. 62)”.
    Character: Raymond “Red” Reddington, performed by James Spader.
    Type of whumps: in critical conditions after being shot in the chest, operated on the field, attacked, almost killed.
  3. 4.07 episode “The Apothecary (No. 59)”.
    Character: Raymond “Red” Reddington, performed by James Spader.
    Type of whumps: poisoned!, all the episode sweating, coughing and collapsing a couple of times.

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Not Good Enough

Note: Bucky begins to feel like he’s not good enough for you when he starts to compare himself with the other Avengers. You try to tell him otherwise.

Originally posted by luvinchris

You rested your weight against the frame of your bedroom door as you took in the sight inside, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Bucky replied, almost too quickly as he mustered up a wide smile. You saw right through it.

Sighing, you walked into the room and towards the desk, “You are not fine, Buck,” coming up from behind him, you gently rested your arms around Bucky’s neck and peered over his shoulder.

You soon realised the papers scattered across the desk were plans for some sort armour.

“You’re designing… a new outfit?” You asked, keeping one hand on Bucky’s shoulder as you picked up one of the papers before he could protest, “Are you working with Tony on this? This looks like something he would wear,” you observed, slightly amused at the drawing of the fully armoured suit.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he quickly snatched the paper from you, mumbling something about the sketches not being ready yet.

You frowned, sitting down on the edge of the bed, just an arm’s reach away from the desk. You looked at him, waiting for him to explain.

“T-Tony doesn’t know about the designs…”

“Oh,” you shrugged, before mulling over the thought, “He doesn’t?” You were puzzled, “Then why does it look so sim–”

“I said he doesn’t know about the designs, Y/N!” Bucky threw the pencil from his hand against the wall in front of him, “None of the team knows about this, I was even trying to hide it from–,“ he stopped in mid-sentence, looking at you properly now, "From you,” he looked ashamed.

"Why would a costume change be something to hide, Buck? It’s not like we wouldn’t notice it eventually.”

The look he gave you told you he was far more worried about this than you believed.

Your hand moved to rest on his and you rubbed circles softly on his skin. You thought carefully about what to say next. “Look, you don’t have to explain it in detail… But whatever this is about– and I know it’s more than just you designing a new battle outfit,“ you added as you saw him open his mouth to protest, "We’ll work through it together, we always do,” you smiled encouragingly at him.

“I…” Bucky sighed. There was no way he could keep this from you. Not after hearing how genuinely concerned you sounded, “I just… I wish I could be better for you, Y/N,” he said finally, lowering his head.

Now this was rather unexpected. “Buck…”

“I’m not like the others, Y/N! I don’t think like them! I don’t have a flying suit like Tony, or– or a shield like Steve. Even Clint has those arrows and all I have to show from the last 80 years is this,” he said, pointing to his metal arm, “This and the hundreds of lives I’ve taken working for those monsters.” He spat the last word, "I’m nothing like the other Avengers, and you deserve someone who is.”

You exhaled heavily, devastated that Bucky was thinking this way, “You’re right, you’re nothing like the rest of the team,” you said quietly. Bucky looked up at you while you continued, “What you’ve been through it’s… it could never compare to what anyone else on the team has suffered, and I’m certainly no exception to that. But the man I’ve come to know is so much more than the man he once was. The man that those animals forced you to become. But you’re Bucky again. My Bucky. And my Bucky is strong in more ways than he knows… and he’s kind, h-he’s resilient… and I… I love you so much for that, Buck I really do,” you breathed out slowly, relieved to have said that all with relative coherency. Neither you nor Bucky were particularly good at expressing yourselves to each other like this. Probably why it took you finding his sketches for him to confess how he felt.

You stood up, noticing his eyes fixed to the floor. His expression was a mixture of sadness and anger. But it was only himself he was mad at, not you. Never you.

“Buck look at me.”

He stayed as he was, slowly moving his hands to cover his head once more. He tended to do this when he was thinking carefully. You would give anything to know his thoughts in this moment.

“Bucky, look at me,” you urged again, “…Please?”

You gently lifted his cheek so that his gaze rested on you and you faltered slightly at the sight of his expression. He looked devastated now.

“You’re part of the team. No one thinks less of you for anything at all. We all have our history, things about our past that we don’t want to share.”

“Try hiding decades of your life,” he mumbled, “I already told you doll, I’m not like you and the team, I’m–

“Bucky,” you stopped him, knowing where he was going again, “We’re all different! It’s not a competition, it’s not something to be ashamed of… In fact, it’s our differences that makes the team as strong as it is. I mean, the last time I checked, you’re the only one as well-versed in multiple languages… who’s had the most hand- to- hand combat… Hell, Buck, you just as much strength in that arm of yours as Tony’s suit, or Thor’s hammer, or–”

“Okay, doll, I get it,” Bucky interrupted you, his expression lighter now as he looked at you fondly, “You really would say anything to cheer me up, wouldn’t you?”

“Only the truth,” you shrugged, “Look love, all I’m trying to tell you is that you’re just as valuable as everyone else on our team. And to me, you’re more.”

“Y/N all those things… they’re what makes me a good solider,” he sighed, “I mean, I don’t see how having a metal arm makes me a better partner to you. Do you?”

"Well…” you raised your eyebrows suggestively, to which Bucky let out a low laugh. That was exactly what you had been waiting for. The laugh that told you everything was okay.

You reached out for the blueprints, studying them carefully this time before holding them up to him, “These really aren’t you,” you told him matter- of- factly.

He frowned, “I know.” He loved how it took you all of ten seconds after looking at the sketches to realise that.

“Then we can forget they even existed,” you tossed them aside, earning an amused smirk from Bucky, “I like my Winter Soldier exactly how he is. No fancy flying suits, no shield… no hammer. Just him.”

“You’re amazing, Y/N. You know that?”

“I try,” you winked, “I try.”

“I still think you’re too good for me, though,” he added.

You half- frowned, “Bucky, if I ever hear you say that again– no. If you even think that thought again…”

“What’ll you do, doll?” He asked, a his eyes gleaming at how easy it was to talk with you.

“I’ll…” you thought for a moments “I’ll have to smother you with kisses until you believe otherwise!”

Bucky mulled over that revelation before declaring, “Well consider me officially not good enough for you, Y/N L/N,” he was teasing you now.

You crossed your arms in mock anger before, true to your word, began peppering his neck and face with light kisses.

“…I… love… you… Bucky… Barnes,“ you said in between kisses, finally stopping to rest your hands against his cheeks, "And nothing will ever change that, do you understand?”

He smiled back now and you couldn’t help but return the expression at the sight of how genuinely happy he looked, “Seriously doll, I have no idea what I did to deserve you.”

You laughed, “Well, you have plenty of time to work it out, Barnes, because I’m not going anywhere,” you said as you hugged him tightly.

Bucky gently picked you up before laying you gently on your bed. You lied there for quite some time, your hands entangled in his as you leaned against his chest. The silence between you was peaceful, both of you enjoying the moment of bliss.

His arms were wrapped firmly around you when he finally mumbled into your hair, “I love you so too, Y/N,” he said before pressing his lips to yours.

Things I like about the 12th Doctor

1) For some reason, I like the floof. It gives him a vague mad scientist look.

2) that mixture of hoodies and suits he wears is like something I would wear if available

3) He plays the guitar

4)It’s not officially canon that he’s autistic, but it might as well be in my opinion.

5) No desperate “but Missy, you could be the good guy” he knows she’s evil+crazy and can’t do a damn thing about it.

6) He humiliated Rassilon and didn’t just live, he booted the fucker off the planet, became lord president, and broke every rule he could.

7) He dismantled his radio because it played a song that got stuck in his head and then made a mechanical squirrel out of the parts.

8) He fucking saved Davros

9) He created sonic sunglasses. Because he could.

10) his sonic screwdriver is amazing

11) he likes punk rock music

12) He’s funny, fairly sassy, with a pretty good sense of humour but can be very serious when he needs to be.

I thought you were tired - Suga (BTS)

You laid in your bed so sexually frustrated it was unbelievable. Yoongi was at the studio, recording some music and you just needed him this instant. He had been gone for hours and he didn’t tell you when he’d be back. You knew it made no sense to call him to find out because he never answered his phone at the studio, he’s always too focused. You were currently laying on your bed flipping through the channels looking for something to distract you from how heated you were. You finally settled with some soap opera that was going on. You watched that for about a half an hour when you heard the front door open.

You immediately got excited, your horniness increased as you turned the television off and sat on the edge of your bed waiting for him to enter the bedroom. He did and you smiled widely. “Welcome home babe, I missed you.” you said running to him and enveloping him in a tight hug.

He chuckled and hugged you back “I missed you to hun. I really need to go shower though. I’m so exhausted.” he sighed.

“Babe I’ve been waiting for you whole day, I need you.” you pouted up at him, giving him an innocent look.

He sighed and pecked your lips briefly. “Babe I’m so exhausted I really just need to shower and sleep right now.“

“Pleaseeee Yoongi, I am so horny right now.” you begged.

“Love I promise in the morning we will but right now I can’t ok.” he said and you could tell he wasn’t going to waver at that moment. You just folded your arms and went to the bed sitting on it glaring at him.

He chuckled “You’re so cute babe.” as he grabbed a boxers and pajama bottoms and went into the bathroom. 

You had to think of something because you couldn’t go to sleep the way you were, you needed him but he seemed so sure to go to sleep right away. When Yoongi is tired there is only two ways to get him to fuck you and that was through jealousy or anger. You couldn’t make him jealous at the moment so anger was the only option. You smirked when the idea came to you. Yoongi hated when you played with yourself without his permission. He wanted to always be in control of your pleasure.

You quickly took off your night gown and panties and laid on the bed naked waiting for the water to shut off for you to start. It shut off within five minutes and you could hear his footsteps come out of the shower, he was putting on his clothes now. You carefully slid your hand down your stomach and between your legs. You positioned yourself so that as soon as he exited the bathroom he would see in between your legs.

You started rubbing your clit, you were so excited for him to walk in on you. You moaned loudly as you rubbed it. It felt so good but you needed him to get you off properly. You heard the bathroom door opening and you moaned again just for him.

You looked at the door in excitement. He stood in a pajama pants, no jersey, his hands were in fists, his eyes were staring directly at what your hand was doing and he was furious which is exactly what you wanted. “What the fuck are you doing?” he growled and you faked jumped sitting straight up in bed biting your lip trying to look guilty and surprised.

“Sorry” you mumbled looking him straight in the eye, “I was just so horny.” you pouted.

He narrowed his eyes looking at you as he began walking towards you. With every step he took you could feel your core becoming wetter, god you needed him. He stopped right in front of you as you sat on the edge of the bed. Your face was level with his crotch and you could see he was already very hard, you bit your lip staring at it, you wanted it.

“Look at you, your mouth’s practically watering for my cock.” he said making you nod your head. “But you’ve decided to disobey me so you’re going to have to earn it.” he said and you nodded again looking up at him. “Hands and Knees.” he ordered smirking down at you. Your eyes widened in excitement as you quickly got into the position he ordered. 

“So baby girl you know you’re going to get punished don’t you?” he asked and you nodded, god you loved when his dominant side came out. He placed his hand on your bum rubbing gently on the soft skin making you moan which caused him to chuckle darkly. “If you take the punishment well you’d get what you want.” he said and you nodded again. “You know the rules right baby?” he asked as he softly spanked your bum. You nodded. “Tell me.” he replied.

“I have to keep count as you spank me.” you said.

“Very good babe.” he whispered as his hand came down hitting your right cheek hard.

“One” you moaned out, the pain was so pleasurable, you loved it. He spanked you again on the opposite butt cheek and you moaned out “Two.” He continued spanking you alternating between your two cheeks until he reached five and you kept count all the way.

“You like this don’t you?” he asked and you just moaned in response. You could feel his hand on your inner thigh going higher and higher till it met your dripping wet core. He groaned as he felt how wet you were. “You definitely like it.” he said as he roughly pushed two fingers inside of you. You gasped with the pleasure as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you making you rock back into his hand to keep his pace.

His fingers filled you up so well, you loved it. Without warning his other hand came down hard on your ass and you moaned loudly. “Keep counting.” he ordered.

“Six” you managed to whimper out. He continued fingering you as he spanked you and the mixture of the pain with the pleasure almost sent you mad. You loved this feeling. He stopped suddenly when he reached fifteen pulling his fingers out of you making you whine. You heard him sucking your juices off of his fingers and you moaned loudly. 

“You’ve been so good baby.” he said rubbing your now sensitive ass. “Look how nice and red your ass is now.” he said and you felt him place a kiss on your butt cheek. 

“Can I get my reward now?” you asked softly and he chuckled.

You could hear him walking and soon he was in front of you completely naked, his boner was right in front of your face. Your mouth opened instinctively and you licked your lips. You looked up at him and he was smirking. He tangled one hand in your hair and brought your head close to his cock. You opened your mouth and he pushed half his cock into it. He groaned as you began sucking on it instantly.

You sucked it greedily making him grunt as you began swirling your tongue around it. He threw his head back in pleasure as you sucked extra hard. He tightened his grip on your hair and began moving your head up and down his cock. He was now face fucking you. He thrusted into your mouth as he moved your head. You loved to be man handled by him it turned you on so much.

You moaned around him making him moan as well as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through his body. He kept bucking his hips into your mouth making you gag around him which just made him bite his lip and stare down at you in lust. Your eyes were watering now but you were too determined to please him.

He suddenly pulled out of your mouth making you pout up at him. He smirked and pulled you off of the bed pushing you up against the table in your room. You gasped finally feeling his naked body up against yours. He pulled you in for a rough, passion filled kiss as his hands explored your naked body, you moaned into the kiss as he bit your bottom lip harshly. 

His hands slipped below your bum raising you, his lips never leaving yours as he put you to sit on the table and pulled your legs so that your butt was right on the edge of the table. He gripped onto your upper thighs harshly as he thrusted into you without a word. You pulled away from the kiss and threw your head back moaning his name loudly. He didn’t give you even a second to adjust as he began fucking you immediately. His thrusts were deep, powerful and rough and you loved it.

He attached his lips to your neck and immediately began assaulting it with licks, sucks and bites. You moaned over and over, your neck was so sensitive it felt so good. His hands were on your hips pulling you with each thrust allowing him to go deeper and deeper within you. “Fuck  Yoongi.” you moaned as he found your sweet spot on your neck and began sucking harshly, it sent waves of pleasure throughout your whole body.

His grip on your hips were tight and he didn’t care as he fucked you harder and harder. You loved when he was rough, it made everything more exciting. You held him tightly. wrapping your legs around him drawing him in even closer. Your hands were on his back as your nails dug into him as he kept thrusting over and over.

“You feel so fucking good” he moaned kissing up to your ear as he nipped it softly. You could feel his nails digging into the flesh on your hips now but you didn’t care. He removed a hand from your hip and began rubbing your clit roughly making you moan loudly for him clenching around his cock.

“Fuck! Cum for me.” he said in your ear. You moaned loudly in response as he began fucking you faster and rubbing your clit harder. 

“Fuck! Yoongi!” you screamed as you felt yourself becoming undone. You clenched hard and came around him. You closed your eyes and held onto him tightly as you were in complete bliss.

“Shit Y/N.” he grunted as you felt his juices full you up as his body stiffened. He rode out your orgasms before pulling out.

He lifted you up and carried you to the bed laying you down and laying beside you. You pulled him in for a short kiss. “I thought you were tired.” you whispered into his lips with a smirk.

He chuckled “I’m never too tired to teach you a lesson.”

Originally posted by classysuga

No hay un gran genio sin mezcla de locura.
— 

Aristóteles (source: wikiquote)

“There is no great genius without a mixture of madness.”
Aristotle (source: wikiquote)

So blessed be the madness

anonymous asked:

okay here's my prompt, bitty gets hurt on the ice and breaks his right arm. He's super upset because he can't play for a while but mostly because it makes baking near impossible. Jack, the worried boyfriend he is ready to protect his little bitty from the world, now does all his baking for him, just following Bitty's instructions and demands. Bitty hates it because he tells Jack to get the mixing bowl and he gets a souffle dish instead.

Bitty’ll be okay, I promise. That Zimmerman boy knows what to do. 

“’Scuse my French boys, but Fuuuuuudge.” That was all Bitty had managed to say, through gritted teeth, before he passed out from the pain. All of Samwell Men’s Hockey had surrounded the sweet southern boy the second that brute from Yale had smashed him into the boards. Arms don’t bend that way, they were sure of it.

And they were right. After Bitty came to in the locker room, the team’s medic and his two coach’s by his side, it was immediately obvious his right arm would be taking a time out for a while. If it weren’t for the throbbing pain coursing through Bittle’s arm, he would’ve let himself start being annoyed at his luck right then. But for now, getting his arm ready for healing was at the forefront of his mind.   

It didn’t take long however for Eric Bittle to become completely disenchanted with the quirky purple cast that covered his forarm. Yeah, glitter was fun, but the light specks didn’t quite catch the light like the rink in Faber, and the coarse material had nothing on the soft feeling of a fresh dough between his fingers. That’s right, for the first time in his life (excusing the first few years), Eric Bittle was unable to bake. 

The first few days after his injury had involved a sizeable amount of Zimmerman-prescribed bed rest, and who was Bitty to complain that his handsome boyfriend had taken time out of his busy schedule to come and fuss over him. In fact, the second the group chat had blown up with pictures of Bitty’s injury, Jack was rushing out his own door in Providence and arriving at the hospital nearest Samwell to pick up his sweet southern peach. Jack wasn’t usually one to fuss, not this much anyway, but seeing even the smallest amount of that usually glorious sparkle leave Eric Bittle’s eyes had him acting like a mother hen (if a slightly ill-informed one).

But after two days of feeling lazy, and a little soft around the edges from the painkillers they had given him. Bitty decided it was time to kick himself into gear, no use moping when there’s a Haus full of ravenous hockey boys to feed. And if he wasn’t going to able to play for a while, he may as well make himself useful to the team in some way (the pie way).

— 

That was two hours ago.

Bitty’s cheeks were now tear-stained, as a chopping board of hacked at apples, and the half a bag of flour, that had been unsalvageable as it tipped onto the floor, sat beside him. He was resting his head against Betsy, her warmth providing some comfort, but more serving as a reminder that the one thing that calmed his mind and nerves, the one thing he could always do, the one thing that could make him part of this team whilst he healed, was unachievable with his right arm weighed down by plaster. The deep sparkling purple seeming now to taunt him.  

His baking playlist had ended 5 minutes ago, and the silence in the Haus (all the boys were at training) was unbearable, but, so was the thought of moving to hit play. Even Jack had popped out of the Haus to collect some ingredients for Bitty and some protein-laden chicken noodle soup to aid the healing process. That was an hour ago now, so it wasn’t a shock when the door opened, and a distinctly French-Canadian accent found it’s way to the kitchen.

“Honey, I’m home. I’ve always wanted to say that, eh…”

Jack stopped short, now was not a time for joking he realised, Bitty was crying and he wasn’t sure why. 

When he had left Bitty had been making progress with his sweet treats, he’d started the measurements for the fillings and was rocking his hips to Queen B (that’s right, Jack knows she’s more than just Beyoncé by this point, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t!?) in the way that always made Jack’s heart flutter just that little bit. Jack had thought it best not to disturb him whilst he was in the zone, but to grab some more butter from the closest store before Bitty burns his way through the measly 3 sticks in the Haus fridge.   

But now he feels stupid for not staying. 

“Bits…” he was waring as he made his way to Bitty’s side, slipping down to sit with him, screw that his perfect hockey butt would be covered in flour. Bitty folded himself into his boyfriend’s sturdy side and let the flood-gates open.

“I can’t bake. I can’t even bake. I- I can always b-bake. I can’t skate. I can’t bake, what next!? I can’t kiss you because this clumsy thing keeps getting in the darn way.” Bitty lifted up his arm, glaring at the offending article. 

“Oh Bits. Put that down, I need to prove you wrong.” Jack Zimmerman, smooth talker that he never was, but for Bitty could be, grabbed Bitty’s face and placed a slow kiss on his lips, lingering there for long enough to taste the remnants of flour and salty tears that had gathered on Bitty’s lips. 

“See, not all bad, eh?”

“I suppose not, but kissing’s not baking Jack,” Jack pulled a face of mock offence, something that looked so unlike the Jack Zimmerman he first met, it made Bitty’s heart swell, “it’s certainly almost as good as baking, better when it’s you, but I can’t do it for five hours straight, not without loosing my breath, and it rarely results in a pie.”

“Fine.” Jack got swiftly to his feet. “Tell me what to do, I’m assuming floor flour is a no go, but from there I’m lost.”

“Actually I’m lost. What?” Bitty got to his feet now, making to leave the kitchen before the lack of fresh pie makes him cry again, Jack grabbed his good arm before he could even make it one step.

“I’m making the damn pie Bittle. But you’re going to have to tell me exactly what I’m doing, I’m in your line Bittle, what’s our play?”

“Oh you sweet Canadian man,” Bitty quickly pecked Jack’s lips before letting a grin break out across his own, “you’re going to need a mixing bowl.” 

“This one any good.” 

“Oh lord help me. That’s a ramekin Jack Laurent Zimmerman, and if you’re sweet gesture is going to test me this much we may as well quit whilst we’re ahead.” Jack slowly placed the smaller dish down and grabbed what was unmistakably a mixing bowl. “Better, now for the butter…”

They had been baking now for an hour, and Jack’s pie was looking more than serviceable, this was mainly down to Bitty’s use of at least one of his hands, and the extraordinary excuse for chirping that was his injury and Jack’s kitchen incompetence.  

“I don’t know why you went purple with that cast Bits, you could’ve gotten Falcs colours, show a little support for your NHL boyfriend, eh?”

“But then the Samwell boys would be mad it’s not Samwell colours, I got the mixture of the two. It’s a good mix. Like us.”

“Bits, if you’re suggesting either of us is glittery we need to have words.”

“Do I not shimmer in the sunlight Mister Zimmerman!?”

“That you do, Bits. That you do.”   

My sweet boys. Poor Bitty. Oh goodness, the mess… they cleaned it up I assure you. Jack doing all the manual labour whilst Bitty barked more orders at him, although it’s hard to sound intimidating with pie filling across your cheek and the biggest dopey smile. Anyways, Jack thinking of Bitty as his sweet southern peach is just a me thing, he totally doesn’t say it out loud for the longest time, but one time he slips up in front of Shitty and the chirping is yet to cease.

If you want send me more prompts. (I need to get better at writing all of SMH).

intrinsic [ the infernal devices ]

synopsis: “I love you,” Tessa breathes, parasol dissolved under a drizzle that is a storm. Her gaze is held on a wet blur of silver hair and haunted eyes. “I love both of you.“ ( winks at @illuminosity​ )

pairing: will x tessa x jem

rating: somewhere between t + m

“most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. you have found two.”

If Jem is a drizzle, misting at her cheeks, a touch that is a skim, a skim that is a caress, a caress so meticulously pressed into her skin that she will feel it hours later in a hot bath, beautiful and permanent – If that’s what Jem is, then Will is a storm that she has been drowning under from the moment he so much as spared a glance at her. Though harsher, and simply passing through to leave a scar on the earth, it always has a habit of coming back. One cannot exist without fading or quickening into the other.

“I love you,” Tessa breathes, parasol dissolved under a drizzle that is a storm. Her eyes are a wet blur of silver hair and haunted eyes. “I love both of you.”

It is decided.

The rain feels wonderful either way.

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Scorpio is a secret island hosting its own battlefield. Wrestled by Mars, and tested to the brink of madness by Pluto. Fire and Water infuse the mixture within, beautiful, yet destructive, sumptuous Ubiquity
—  Scorpio

The lovely, generous, perfect SraDanvers commissioned this from Aegileif as a gift for me terribly long ago, and I haven’t shown y'all yet because I was mostly incommunicado for so long.  But now I am, and you should really thank her and praise Aegileif, because I am just the lucky recipient!

So here are Kíli and Bilbo, sharing their first kiss in A Mixture of Madness. Please don’t drool on your computers, folks…