a special one indeed

Starfinder: The Classes [COMPLETE EDITION!]

Meet the new guardians of the galaxy.

In Starfinder, the average adventurer looks much different from average party on old Golarion. Understandings have shifted, old disciplines have faded out of vogue, and everyone has friggin’ laser beams.

So while it’s possible to convert some of the old Pathfinder classes, the bulk of adventurers in the Pact Worlds will likely adhere to one of these six new disciplines. Check it!


Envoy is Starfinder’s intrigue and tactics focused class. They possess the most skills out of any class (tied only with the Operative) and their Skill Expertise feature allows them to specialize in certain favored skills; granting them an extra 1d6 insight bonus, and allowing them to perform acts that skill doesn’t usually grant. For those of you familiar with Pathfinder, think of it as a cross between an Investigator’s inspiration feature and the skill unlocks of an Unchained Rogue.

Their main class features are Improvisations; non-magical abilities which allow the Envoy to manipulate the battlefield; they can make enemies Flat Footed, warn allies of impending dangers, or even grant their friends additional actions in a turn. 

Play the Envoy if you…

  • Want to be a social butterfly.
  • Enjoy using unexpected tactics both on and off the battlefield.
  • Want to be the undisputed master of a narrow set of skills (without sacrificing other proficiencies).


Mechanics are masters of machines. Unlike the more academic Technomancers, Mechanics aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty working with the futuristic technology of the Pact Worlds. Some even go so far as to augment themselves with advanced cybernetics!

A Mechanic’s best friend is their trusty artificial intelligence; a digital construct they personally designed. At first level, the Mechanic can choose between implanting this AI into a drone (granting them an autonomous robotic ally who can fight alongside them) or into an implanted exo-cortex (augmenting the Mechanic’s cognitive abilities and allowing them access to stronger armor and weapons). As the Mechanic levels up, they can augment their AI (or themselves!) even further. A high level Mechanic can even split their attention between a drone and an exocortex, becoming a cybernetically augmented mastermind with a personal robot honor guard. 

When they aren’t trying to turn themselves into the singularity (or just make a really sweet robot), Mechanics are masters of technology in all forms; they’re master hackers, brilliant engineers, and can make that ray gun work really well in a pinch.

Play the Mechanic if you…

  • Want to play a pet-focused class.
  • Don’t want to play a pet-focused class, but would love to play a heavily armored ranged combatant with a wide array of skills.
  • Want to be a master of technology in all its forms.
  • Want your character to be more machine than person. 


Mystics are the spiritual successors of Golarion’s divine and occult spellcasters, and often fill similar societal roles. Understanding magic to be a manifestation of the connection between all living things, the Mystic channels the fundemental nature of the universe to a variety of effects.

Mystics are one of Starfinder’s two spellcasting classes, viewing the fundamental forces of magic through a more esoteric and philosophical lens than their Technomancer colleagues. Their spells tend to be focused more on living things; affecting both the mind and body. Of course, this doesn’t mean they can’t draw upon natural forces as well; Mystics are more than capable of flooding a room with gamma radiation if they feel like it.

All Mystics can establish a link with other creatures, which manifests first as a healing touch, and then eventually evolves into a party-wide telepathic network you can use as a conduit for their other abilities.

Mystics also all have a connection to a force they see as the source of their power; they may choose to be an akashic, empath, healer, mindbreaker, overlord, or star shaman, with each connection changing the lens through which a Mystic views the universe. An Akashic may view their powers as coming from the divine records that govern reality, while a Star Shaman may take a more religious viewpoint. Healers focus on restoring the vitality of their allies, while Mindbreakers focus on crushing the psyches of their foes. 

Play a Mystic if you…

  • Want to play a support focused character with strong healing potential.
  • Want to be a psychic or similar character.
  • Want to play a more magical character with minimal scientific influence. 
  • Love enchantment spells like charm person.
  • Want to have a connection with natural forces. 
  • Want to define your own supernatural tradition (in SPACE).


Operatives live on the fringe of society. More than just simple thieves and assassins, the Operative represents any sort of character willing to utilize underhanded tactics and dogged determination to get the job done.

Every Operative chooses a specialization (daredevil, detective, explorer, ghost, hacker, spy, or thief) which grants them access to unique exploits; similar to the talents of a Rogue or Vigilante in Pathfinder. 

Their most unique ability, however, is the trick attack. Unlike the Rogue, an Operative has need to hide in the shadows to surprise their enemies. Instead, they use a skill (usually Bluff, Intimidate, or Stealth, but some specializations can use other skills) to gain an advantage over their enemies; allowing them to deal extra damage and inflict a variety of detrimental effects on their foes. Operatives are also one of the only classes capable of becoming snipers, granting them additional combat options.

Like the Envoy, an Operative is a master of skills. Unlike the Envoy, they lack the same level of focus; the Operative’s edge class feature grants them a bonus to all skill checks (and initiative checks) and they can gain special bonuses to skills in which they’ve taken the Skill Focus feat for. Of course, Operative specializations can grant uses for skills that an Envoy could never hope to accomplish, so perhaps its all relative. 

Play an Operative if…

  • You want to play a character on the fringe of society, like a spy, vigilante, or assassin.
  • You want to be the ultimate skill monkey. 
  • You enjoy stealth and subterfuge (or dashing derring do)
  • You love the massive payoff from a perfectly set up attack.


Solarians believe in the power of the stars; that they are the ultimate expression of the powers of creation and destruction. They guide worlds with their gravity and give life with their light and heat, yet can also obliterate with supernovas and black holes. Solarians seek to be agents of this cycle of preservation and annihilation, channeling the forces of their stars themselves in battle.

All Solarians have a mote of fundamental energy or entropy that accompanies them, which can either transform into a lightsaber Solar Weapon, or augment the Solarian’s armor. 

In battle, Solarians are one of the few classes who specializes in melee combat (indeed, while they gain access to Advanced Melee Weapons, they lack proficiency in any ranged weapon more complicated than a blaster pistol). To make up for this, Solarians are capable of making more melee attacks than other classes (three in a round, rather than the normal maximum of two) and can utilize the power of the stars for a variety of spectacular at-will effects.

Solarians can choose to attune themselves to either Photon or Graviton energy; each of their powers is connected to one of these two energies, and as they build up their attunement these powers grow stronger. After spending three rounds attuned exclusively to a single type of energy, the Solarian can activate a spectacular manifestation of cosmic force known as a zenith power. Even at level one, a fully attuned Solarian can explode in a miniature supernova, or draw distant enemies closer to them with the power of a black hole. These powers only grow stronger as the Solarian’s experience and understanding of the cosmic balance grows.

Play a Solarian if you…

  • Want to play a knight attuned to the cosmic forces of the universe.
  • Want to be a melee focused combatant with a variety of at-will effects that can shift the battlefield.
  • Want to wield the very power of the cosmos themselves.
  • Enjoy characters with a more philosophical bent.


If the Solarian is a master of melee combat, the Soldier is a master of combat, period. Heavily armored, proficient in every kind of weapon, and trained in the culmination of thousands of years of tactics, the Soldier’s skill in a fight is unparalleled. Not only do they have access to more combat options than nearly anyone else.

All Soldiers specialize in a combat style to specialize in (arcane assailant, armor storm, blitz, bombard, guard, hit-and-run, and sharpshoot), and can pick up a second fighting style at level 9. In addition, they can pick up gear boosts that increase the effectiveness of their equipment, representing the modifications they’ve made to their favored combat kits. It doesn’t matter if it’s magic or technology; if it can give a Soldier an edge in combat, they’re willing to give it a shot.

Of course, they wouldn’t be the main combatants of Starfinder if they didn’t have access to bonus Combat Feats. Unlike in Pathfinder, combat feats in Starfinder are far more streamlined (requiring at most one other feat and some BAB and ability score requirements to access). This allows Soldiers to gain access to advanced combat options quickly and easily; for instance, a second level soldier could gain Weapon Focus with every single weapon they are proficient in (which is to say, all of them) with only a two feat investment. And since Weapons in Starfinder are capable of a wide variety of effects (including creating beams, cones, and bursts that would make a Wizard jealous), a Soldier can prove to be one of the most versatile and effective combatants in the game. 

Play a Soldier if you…

  • Want to be a bad-ass power-armored space marine.
  • Want to be a melee combatant but don’t like all that weird cosmic stuff.
  • Want to modify your weapons and armor to fit your combat style.
  • Want to combine magic, technology, and martial prowess.
  • Want to be able to use almost any weapon you can pick up.
  • Want to have a jetpack. Anyone can have a jetpack, but you’re the best at jetpacks.
  • Want to take a variety of combat feats while still having slots left over.


In the Pact Worlds, Magic and Science are effectively the same thing; a fundamental set of rules that governs reality. While Mystics and Solarians focus on the esoteric connections between things, a Technomancer’s approach to magic is much more practical. Using a combination of the scientific method, advanced technology, and a bit of old-fashioned wizardry, Technomancers can hack into the very fabric of the universe to achieve a variety of effects. 

Unlike the Mystic (who is more focused on connections between nature and living things) a Technomancer’s spells are more focused on interfacing with technology, or fiddling with the laws of physics. They can conjure small technological devices, hit things with logic bombs, bend light to create illusions, and drop fireballs like no one’s business.

What makes the Technomancer unique is their approach to magic; by viewing it as a scientific force, they can break the rules of magic as they’ve been known in the universe since the days of ancient Golarion. They have access to a spell cache, which starts out as a way to bypass the need for a spell slot, and can eventually be used to keep certain spell effects running for 24 hours. They can also fuse lower level spell slots together to achieve higher level effects; the most powerful Technomancers can even fuse two of their 6th level spell slots to cast 9th Level spells like the fabled wish.

Technomancers also have access to Spell Hacks, special abilities focused on manipulating magic, technology, or both. Fueled by spell slots, these magic hacks can modify how your spells and equipment function. You can drain the battery from your weapon to power up a spell, modify how a spell functions, force technology to do things that shouldn’t even be possible, or even fabricate equipment from nothing. 

Play a Technomancer if you…

  • Want to play a dedicated spellcaster.
  • Like your magic with a healthy side of science.
  • Want to blend both magic and technology into a single discipline.
  • Are willing to mess with your class resources to achieve an optimal effect.

It was Spirit of Beacon Day!

A day where everyone in town celebrates the culture and spirit of our lovely little city Beacon, New York! 

It was a time to celebrate the arts, good neighbors, and show everyone what the city of Beacon is really about! This event has been going on for 40 years to the date, and it was the committees last one! So it was indeed a special time! We hope to see the event continue for generations to come!

The Potatoes were super excited for this day, and every time I drove past the sign that announced this event, they got more and more excited as the date drew closer. I just knew it was going to be a really fun time with the little Peepers, so these are pictures of some of the best highlights of the day!

We went and watched a parade full of music and color! We were then interviewed by a lovely gentleman named Rick Rogers, who can be seen above holding a Potato displayed with his own art in the backdrop! He’s head of the Beacon Arts Association, and wanted to interview us on the current development of art and the community as a whole!

Then we had some cookies from the Cookie Walk of Christ Church! It was a lovely little vendor that had a lot of tasty treats! The Potatoes sure did enjoy them! Thanks to Michelle and Diane for serving everyone in the community!

Then towards the end of the day, we had our name, Pony Potatoes, written in Mandarin by some lovely ladies from the MHCCA (Mid Hudson Chinese Community Association)! She loved the work she did so much with the name, that she asked to pose with a Potato! I (the mod) also make an appearance in one of the pictures. I’m wearing the cookie monster shirt. :P

The last picture is all the Potatoes that popped out that day, displayed with the means to which I make it possible for the peepers to pop out and visit! 

This day was a very special day for the Peepers and myself, as we broke 2 milestones that day. I’ve spend 4 sundays dedicating time to my lil Peepers, drawing them and having them interact with the community (I now have 14 cut outs!) and we struck 1k followers, of which the number has grown significantly since then. The Potatoes are seriously overwhelmed with joy, and we want to keep sharing so many awesome adventures with you all!

Thanks for making all of this possible through your love and support! <3 <3 <3 

Forbidden Love - Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Reader

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Request by @secrets-rain: Could you do an imagine of Tony Stark as your sugar daddy??

Summary: (Y/N) hates her life, she is on her last year of college and spending all of her time just to take classes. One day her friend invites her to go to a party at the Stark Tower. She kindly accepts hoping she can dance the night away intoxicated but meets a roadblock when Tony Stark takes a strong liking to her.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Reader


Warning: talks about sex, doesn’t describe it. Lots and lots of fluff and shows how caring tony is. (So glad this was requested bc recently lots of tony hate blogs have been appearing like what??)

A/N: I know most of you don’t like tony x reader but give this a try, it’s actually really good (if I say so myself) and I really like it



It wasn’t at all planned from the start. 6 months ago you were invited to a party by your friend who happened to be the sister of one of the top elite members of S.H.I.E.L.D. You came as a simple guest with no real objective other than live the long night but it soon turned into some type of mission. Sure it wasn’t the typical mission that the avengers went on like saving the world, but it was a mission of your own. You didn’t tell anyone, you knew what people would think of you. You didn’t come to this party with your eyes set on the rich man; it only came to mind after he suggested it to you. As much as you hated the idea of hooking up with someone wealthy only for their money, you didn’t really have any other choice. You were running out of ways to keep your life stable and healthy. Not only that but you both really enjoyed what you had, and overall he wanted to help you.

Weeks would go by with you only consuming left over cracker packets and water from the faucet of a public bathroom. You hated living that life; you hated not being able to do what you wanted. All of your money from your jobs went to the bills of the dorm, the bills of your school and the gas and electric. There was more you needed to pay off, like your water bill, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You had no spare money, you had no help. Loans were out of the question too, so much debt was in your name that you didn’t want to add onto it. The possibility of quitting college was an option but if you did, you would never get where you wanted to in life.

3 years were under the belt, only 1 more to go. You needed a plan and you needed it fast, and god answered your prayers. If Ali’s sister wasn’t as amazing as she is, you wouldn’t have been there to accept the sweet and sexual opportunity that would change your life forever.

The hour before the party started, you were with Ali at her place doing your makeup and dressing up. Ali let you borrow a few dresses to try on and pick which one to wear. Apologizing over and over for asking her for too much, you hated borrowing really expensive things. You didn’t have the option to get a beautiful, pricey dress, and she knew that so she didn’t mind. The dress you chose was absolutely beautiful. It was tight in the right places, loose in the right places. It was long and there was a cut from your right ankle to your hip that showed your whole leg. It was sexy and seductive, it was enough for you to fit in.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed how different you looked. You looked happy, stylish and well, wealthy. Both of you finished quickly before heading out to her car and driving to the well known Stark Tower.

When you arrived a man offered to take your car to a safe parking place so you both could enter the tower and head to the ball room. It was amazingly fancy, you felt so out of place, but nobody knew that. Your looks made you look like you knew what you were doing. A man led you both to the elevator and accompanied you on your way up to the ballroom.

The music was loud but quiet, new and soothing. Ali took the lead and led you to the table with your names on it. Your eyes wandered around the huge room and observed everything.

‘Don’t move out of place. One broken glass and you’ll owe more than you’re worth.‘

“Excuse me everyone, if I may have your attention.”

Every soul in the room stopped what they were doing to focus their gaze to the man speaking into the microphone. He was wearing a suit, yellow tie and matching glasses with yellow frames.

“Before the night starts I’d love to give my gratitude to the amazing S.H.I.E.L.D. members and their guests who are joining us today. When I please say your name, stand up. You deserve the thanks from all of us, if it weren’t for you, the process of any duty would be 10x harder. You guys are truly an asset to us.” He began to name off names starting off with Coulson and his guest, as they sat down he named off Johnson and her guest. It went on for a few moments before he called out the name that belonged to Ali’s older sister. As everyone at your table began to raise, Ali grabbed your arm and forced you to awkwardly stand up beside her.

“Here we have the Edwards, correct? Why don’t you all introduce yourself?”

Everyone went on to greet him before explaining who they are and how they know each other. The whole time you watched how he was so invested into what everyone said, he was smiling and being extremely thoughtful, and for a split second it felt like he looked at you and smiled. You thought it was your mind playing tricks, so you looked over to the person speaking. The last two to speak were you and Ali, she took the mic and began to introduce not only herself but you as well.

“Hello, I’m Ali Edwards, I’m the younger sister. This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my best friend and my special guest.” She gave you a toothy smile before looking back up to the wealthy man. He didn’t even bother looking at her, his gaze was clearly steadied on the cut in your dress. After a moment of staring he smiled and looked back up to your best friend.

“I’m sure Miss (Y/L/N) can speak for herself, yes?”

The microphone slide into your hands. You, a poor student and practically a college dropout at this point, were going to speak to the Tony Stark. You were to speak to the whole ball room full of avengers and just important people in general, so you tried to get it over with as soon as possible.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). Like she said, I’m just a friend.” Your fingers twiddled together on the microphone before giving the handsome man up front a smile.

“Well you were given an amazing opportunity to come here, be grateful for the friend you have.” His eyebrow raised, he was teasing but you both knew he wasn’t wrong.

“Grateful I am.”

“Thank you (Y/N), and the Edwards. That was the last group I’d like to thank, please everyone enjoy yourselves as the food is served.” Everyone sat down before talking amongst themselves again, Ali turned to you with a humongous smile.

“Care to tell me why the Tony Stark was so interested in talking to you?”

“What? We spoke two sentences to each other.”

“Yes but he was so intrigued by your answers, more than anyone else.”

“Trust me, I’ve been watching. He’s intrigued by everyone’s answers.”

The night went on and everyone enjoyed their meal, it was the first full meal you’ve had in a while. When you both finished, Ali took you up to the bar to grab a few drinks and talk to random strangers. She insisted that you’d help her find a ‘new friend’. So, being a good friend, you both sat at the bar stools and eyed down every guest that walked past the bar.

“No fucking way. Look! It’s Captain America! How much would you pay just to have a night with him?” Ali’s finger was pointing to the muscular figure across the room. He didn’t look like what you saw in the papers, he looked like a normal human being. You probably wouldn’t be able to recognize him unless he had the whole suit and shield.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Ali, but he’s not my type. Sure he’s tall, buff and extremely handsome but I don’t know… I think I’m more into the dark hair, dark eyes and facial hair type. He’s the complete opposite.” Her eyes widen in shock.

“Oh my god, you’re a special one (Y/N).”

“Indeed she is, I must say though… Dark hair, dark eyes and facial hair are also my type. By that meaning I’m way more attractive than Steve Rogers.” The voice beamed from the left of both of you, you both were too busy staring at the face of America to even see the man slide in next to you both.

“Oh my god, Tony Stark! Pleasure to meet you face to face.” Ali immediately stood up and held her hand out to the man, he kindly accepted it before holding his towards you for a shake.

“Ali, (Y/N). Nice to meet you both.” You hesitated before shaking his hand and giving him a small smile.

“I must say, I’m quite surprised you remembered our names.” You spoke up to the man in front of you to make the awkward standing less painful.

“And why is that?” His eyebrow raised as he tilted his head to the side.

“There’s a small chance we’ll ever meet again after tonight.” He scoffed before holding up a finger to the bartender, silently ordering a drink.

“Would you like to change that?” He grabbed his now ready drink before taking a sip and sending you a wink.

Your cheeks became a light pink color, was he hitting on you? Before you could respond the blonde man from earlier had walked up beside Tony and whispered something into his ear. Tony nodded his head before giving Steve a thanks.

You could feel the lust radiate off of Ali’s skin as she eyeballed the super soldier. He flashed her a smile before offering her to a dance as a kind gesture. As she kindly accepted, Tony gave you a look before asking if you’d want anything to drink. You both talked amongst yourself, nothing deep but nothing too harmful. It was just a normal conversation with a genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist.

“So you’re on your last year of college?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“How’s that going? With the money and everything? I know sometimes it’s hard for college students to get through school when they’re constantly busy trying to earn cash.”

You paused for a moment. You debated on whether to tell him about your daily problems or not, you knew it wouldn’t hurt to let him know a bit but you were sure you’d beat around the bush.

“It’s hard, obviously it’s not made to be easy. Working 3 jobs just to make sure you have a place to stay and classes to take shouldn’t be a piece of cake; but I have to do what I have to do, to succeed.” You took a sip of a drink you ordered a while back before setting it down and staring into the mans eyes. His eyebrows wrinkled in the middle as if he was deeply concentrated.

“Sure you have a place to stay and classes to take but what about food to eat?” His words hit you like a brick. It’s like he figured out everything just over the few words you spoke to him. There was no point in lying, so you didn’t.

“It’s not always that simple.” You took another sip of your drink to avoid as much eye contact as he could. This guy was a genius, he knew what to do to get the answers he wanted.

“Let me help.” His hand set down his drink before it found its way to your bare shoulder. You looked up from your drink, denying any help he was trying to give you.

“Oh no, I could never let you do that.”

“No, seriously. I have tons of money to spare. The least I could do it help you, it’s not that I need to but I want to. But being the man I am, I’d like something in return.” A smirk appeared on his lips before he downed his drink.

“And what is that?”

That’s where it all started. You knew it was technically prostitution, and you knew how people would look at you if they realized you were hooking up with a man twice your age just to go to school. But the thing is, you could have been dead by starvation if you hadn’t been doing this. It wasn’t necessary legal, but what else could you do? The moment his hands were on your body, you earned more money than your 3 jobs did in a month. Being with the infamous Iron Man had many, many perks.

Perks of being with him included only working one job, being able to have 3 meals a day, slowly crawling out of your debt and the option to be affectionate with someone. There was no way in hell you wouldn’t admit it, Tony was seriously attractive. Like you said on the night of the party, men that have his features automatically attracted you. Even if it was an act of sexual tendencies and sexual tendencies only, you still truly liked Tony and you both shared multiple common interests.

He soon caught onto that, so one night he asked to see you. Obviously up to any night with your handsome sugar daddy, you accepted his invitation. Lately you’ve been telling him to not pay you for some night; that he just deserved it overall for what he has done for you, but he always finds a way to pay you for your services. That night he didn’t have a thought of undressing you in his bed like normal nights, instead he set up a really nice private dinner. Sure, most of the time he’s having a massive orgasm inside of you but, that doesn’t mean you both don’t talk. You knew a lot of his life and he knew a lot of yourself.

That night you both just talked about your daily life. You told him how you were doing good in school and how you’ve managed to gain the weight you lost when you weren’t eating. He told you about his new ideas for his suits and how his friendly avengers were. He was so passionate about his friends and it really made you admire him. He could tell a silly story and you’d know he would relive the moment if he could, even if it was under 60 seconds. Hell, he was even thankful for being friends with Bucky, the man who killed his parents.

You knew about his mom and dad, it took him a while to tell you about it though. It was the first night he opened up to you. He called you over and you both had your usual fun. Afterwards you laid in his bed and just talked about your past. He brought up to you about how you said once that you had no support besides him and he asked about your family. Explaining to him how you have family but they don’t consider you family back, how you still love them because you all are blood related but how they believe you’re less than scum.

He was so interested in your past and comforted you when he realized they disowned you because you didn’t want to do the business that every (Y/L/N) dedicated their life to. He told you about his parents, how he loved them even though they hurt him emotionally and physically and the day he lost them. How it broke him entirely and then he realized his best friends pal was the one who killed them, and his best friend knew the whole time.

Most people wouldn’t believe that Tony Stark had emotions, he was once the weapon for America in war. He was once the reason why innocent people died, so why would he have emotions? Nobody knew it was unintentional, because nobody cared enough to actually get to know him. But you did, and that’s one reason why he never let you go.

When Ali found out that you had been sleeping with Tony for money she lost most respect for you, she believed that you only accepted her offer to get a wealthy man head over heels for you. She believed you chose the most skimpy dress just for that reason. When you tried to tell her how it went down and what life you were living before that, she completely ignored it. She told her sister, who told her team, which eventually lead to all of S.H.I.E.L.D. knowing. Just thinking back to what she said that night makes tears dwell in your eyes.

“18 months! 18 months you’ve been with that old man and you never told me? Is that why you chose that dress? Is that why you accepted my offer? Just to get money and live a lazy life?” She was drunk and in hysterics. You didn’t want to argue with her, especially when she was intoxicated.

“Ali, you don’t understand! When you left with Steve we actually talked! I didn’t go just so I could catch Tony’s eye and steal his money! I’d never do that to you and for you to think that is upsetting! Yes, I did do some things with him for money but you have to realize the life I was living before he helped me, nobody else would help me and I was on my breaking point!”

“I could have helped, but instead you chose to go for Iron Man for help. Whatever, (Y/N). If he’s that important to you then left him fill in the empty spot in your life because I’m no longer going to be apart of that.”

As much as you wanted to point out that she originally told you to spend time with Tony, you didn’t want to piss her off and ruin your relationship any more. You didn’t know why she cared so much, you didn’t know why she wasn’t happy for you. You truly liked Tony. You loved Tony. It may have started off as a way to get cash but the more you guys spent time together, the more you treasured the conversations over the sex. That was your breaking point, you were at your apartment after the fight with Ali and dialed Tony’s number.

Click. “Hey, baby!”

“Tony we need to talk as soon as possible.” A sob broke out in the middle of your sentence, to try to control your sadness, you raised your hand to cover your mouth.

“Of course, I needed to talk to you as well, anyways. Want me to send you a ride? Or would you like me to pick you up? I miss your face every second.” His voice turned from playful to serious in a matter of seconds after hearing your cracked voice.

“No, no. I’ll be there soon.” As your body calmed down you responded to him in a more calm manner.

“Okay, baby. I’ll be here waiting, love you. Bye.”

Your heart felt like it was breaking and at the same time fluttering. ‘Love you. Bye.’ His words repeated in your head the whole way to his tower. Once you arrived, you entered from the front and headed up to his floor. Normally you wouldn’t take this way but you had enough disguise on that you wouldn’t be noticed. Well, you may be noticed now that your secret has been made public. The moment you walk on the floor you spotted the rest of the team, they all knew you and your relationship with tony so there was no issue with them. You avoided all eye contact and continued to walk towards Tony’s room, feeling everyone’s stares on your back.

The moment you opened the door, the amazing smell of flowers hit your nose. Walking in you saw roses sitting everywhere and leading a trail to the bathroom. He was sitting on the sink, a bubble bath was set up with random petals surrounding a few candles. Before you could say anything, he began to speak.

“I know what the public is saying. I know you probably didn’t want it to get out there considering you’re a little over half my age and you were probably upset and frustrated that it got out so I made you a warm bath because you said once that they helped you relax your muscles. If you don’t want me here while you take it I’ll leave but that wouldn’t make sense unless you’re mad at me or want some privacy because-” By the way he was rambling, you could tell he was nervous.

“Tony, I get it. Thank you.”

You set your bag on the counter before walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He stood up but continued to lean on the counter before pulling you towards him, leaving no space between your bodies. You turned your head to rest it on his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“I know. I’m willing to risk anything for you, because you’re more than just a friend with benefits. I came here to tell you that I may have just lost my best friend and anything other relationship in my life because now they know what’s happening between us. I don’t care what they think because I realized that I want something more with you, I want to have more late night conversations about our past or stupid things like what way you pronounce caramel. I want to prove them wrong, I want to show them that I’m not only here because I need money, but because I…” You closed your eyes before pausing and taking a deep breath.

His lips parted before lifting up his head. You did as well and saw his intense but caring stare. “Because what, (Y/N)?”

“Because I love you.“ He laid his head back before giving a loud sigh of relief. It was a serious moment but you let out a giggle anyways, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then because I love you too.”

You smiled brightly in his face as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You weren’t upset, that was the opposite. Even if the day had been absolutely horrible, he could make you happy in any second. You would have never thought you’d be this happy in your life. If some were to approach you before the party happened 18 months ago and said you would have lived a happy life with Tony Stark, you would have laughed right in their face.

His lips gently pushed against yours before pulling away and wiping the falling tear on your cheek. The look in his eyes was your ultimate answer, it was reassurance that he felt the same way as you and wanted to continue what you guys were having in an official way.

“Now, I know this moment is really hard to top but I feel like it would be a lot better if you invited me to the tub with you.”

“Only if you bring alcohol.”

“Yes, baby. Lots of alcohol.”

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katamount  asked:

Hello, everlarkbirthdaygoddesses! 😘 My birthday is April 1 (no foolin’!) ☺️ and I would love a gift to share with everyone in the fandom. If it were rated M/E, that would be purrrfect, but I'd be happy with anything. Thank you for sharing the love. xo

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Happy Birthday, @katamount! The birthday ‘goddessess’ (your words not ours ;)) have decreed your special day a very worthy one, indeed. Thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for the incredible part 2 of All’s Fair. You can find part one here

“We’re graduating in a year, Gale. Going into different branches with different bases and little chance of being assigned together,” Katniss says.

Unless we’re married. Even then, we’d maybe get one or two assignments together if we’re lucky, and there’s not even a guarantee of that.

But I can’t say any of that to her, because this is the first time she’s even mentioned what happens after, and while my battered heart lurches at the knowledge that she’s actually thinking about us in the long term…if she’s already thinking of dumping my ass over this, then mentioning marriage now would just be the nail in my coffin.

R.I.P. Gale Hawthorne. He opened his mouth too wide and choked on wanting too much.

“We can find a way to make it work,” I hear myself say, and the words sound useless even to me. A hundred million pleas sit on the tip of my tongue, all the things that won’t mean a damn without her, all the ways I want to fight for us, but I can’t stop my brain from jumbling them all together and she doesn’t need me to be a pathetic mess right now so I choke them back.

“Gale,” she says and it already sounds like ‘good-bye.’

I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists, feeling the bite of the plastic cuffs into my wrists and hoping the physical pain will keep me grounded through the pain of her leaving.

“Just…do it fast, okay?” I whisper, hoping it’ll be like ripping off a band aid and knowing it won’t. “You don’t even have to say anything. Just…go.”

“That’s the problem,” she whispers back. “I can’t. It’s always been you, Gale.”

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LOL! How many of you vomited? Don’t lie! We just couldn’t resist since this day only comes around once a year. @katamount you are a fan to all and a fabulous person in this fandom. We wish you the best birthday EVER! Your REAL story is below the cut. *hugs* 

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Special service indeed. I think one of the things that keeps Miyuki’s interest in Sawamura going is the way he always reacts in unexpected ways. Whether it’s in the development of his pitching talent or his general state of mind, Sawamura keeps Miyuki guessing a lot of the time, which is what makes Sawamura so interesting to watch and is probably why he doesn’t mind helping him out with some “special service”.


Otakon was this past weekend and it’s really the only convention I attend these days. Well my main cosplay this year was indeed a pretty special one for me. I decided to go as Pharah’s Raindancer skin.  Now, I know this has been a quite controversial skin, and rightfully so.  I get both sides of the argument, but this is my feelings on it. I, as a member of the Muskogee Creek Nation (full blood!), adore these skins and I’m going to tell you why.  I love these skins, because they are not just incredibly beautiful because they were given to such a strong character. And not just any character, a strong FEMALE character, a female character that isn’t fetishized (not talking about Fan art, that’s a whole another can of worms), like a lot, if not all, depictions of Indigenous women.  For once, besides Infamous The Second Son and Never alone, an Indigenous people were included. Now was Overwatch’s inclusion the best? no, I would have preferred to have an Indigenous character at the start instead of a skin and added on backstory, but it is a start in the right direction. So this is why I love this Pharah skin, I feel so proud when I play as her, using this skin, cause I feel, I’m finally included and represented not in a fetishizing way. So I was determined to make this cosplay for Otakon. I had NEVER made armor before, so this was very testing, messy and many headaches along the way.  I never thought I would be able to make this and I thought about just giving up, but I’m so glad I didn’t. When I walked the halls of Otakon, and saw the amount of appreciation, the compliments, the pictures taken, the cheers during the Overwatch shoot. They all didn’t know just how much it meant to me because it took me so long to be proud of who I was, to be proud of my heritage and my culture. So to wear that Skin, that I made myself and actually represented me, was fucking amazing. So Thank you to everyone who gave me a compliment, took my picture, it really meant a lot to me. Mtvo.

Lie to Me | 06

You couldn’t imagine that your short stay in Stockholm would eventually lead to meeting three boys which are definitely keeping some big secrets. - Now, getting more and more involved with them, you slowly find out about their past and what happened to them to become like this. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Gang AU
Who: BTS Jimin x Reader
Word count: 3,9 K

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His Favorite [Adlock Drabble]

One could never truly say that he has known Irene Adler until he had seen every version of her. One could also say that no one has ever seen the real Irene Adler.

Not even Sherlock Holmes. Though he was the most successful in knowing The Woman who was shrouded in the red cloth of temptation and the black cloak of mystery. This is also the reason why no one had intruiged the great detective as much as she did.

She was not only a puzzle waiting to be solved but also a battle waiting to be fought. A gamble. Every mystery uncovered drew great satisfaction from Sherlock Holmes, yet it also cost a part of himself that he had buried deep within his own walls opened only for her blue calculating eyes.

Sherlock understood that people had a fascination with favoritism. Favorite color. Favorite food. Favorite place. These were so dull that he hadn’t ever given much thought. But if he was asked which version of Irene Adler was his favorite, he decided it would be this one.

Sunlight spilled from window of his room. The bright rays licking the expanse of smooth skin exposed by the sheets pooling over her hip. The shadows danced from the curve of her waist covered in kiss marks to her unclothed chest with red swollen peaks atop her breasts. One arm was folded under her head while the other laid between them, slim fingers extended towards his direction. Her face seemed impossibly innocent and young under the hopeful beam of sunlight, thin eyebrows relaxed across her forehead, sharp nose outlined by the white light, swollen lips parted in soft snores. Her face bore no mask and no makeup, only the purest Irene Adler could be.

She looked utterly beautiful.

Slowly he watched as her eyes opened, her bright blue eyes meeting his in a soft gaze. Vulnerability swirled in the air, a feeling that Sherlock couldn’t bring himself to care about. Not when she looked just as vulnerable as he felt at the moment.

This silent truce was rare yet one of the most precious things that he was grateful for. Not many men or women can say that they have been the subject of that gaze, one that was clearly filled with longing and sentiment. In fact, no other man could say that they have seen such a sight.

After all, it was for only one person.

His hand moved across the space between them that seemed small and large at the same time. His fingers tangled with hers in a soft caress.

A small smile crept to her lips, and for once Sherlock could say Irene Adler looked truly happy and radiant just like the sun. He found himself mirroring her smile with of his rare ones as well, just as special as hers.

Indeed, he really liked this version of The Woman.

About 180 icons of Marion Cotillard in Inception, The Dark Knight Rises and Nine.

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Cards Against Moriarty (Sherlock Reader Insert)

Name: Cards Against Moriarty

Author: Micia

Fandom: Sherlock

Characters: Implied!John x Reader (actually it can be read as JohnxReader, SherxReader or GregxReader, thats up to you)

Word Count: 2.419

Warnings: None

Summary: Suddenly the reader is nowhere to be found, the only clue left is a black card, that reads “Cards Against Moriarty”. Which horrid game does our brilliant psychopath have in mind this time?


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All the clips shown at the BAFTA Cymru event 'A celebration of Sherlock’




‘The name is Sherlock Holmes and the adress is 221b Baker Street’

Sherlock introducing himself and giving his adress. And so the story begins.

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64 days in heaven and hell (94)
Day 10, November 1 - The first true product of the ‘Studio of the South’
The autumn had been pleasant until then, when a violent storm broke during the night. It would rain abundantly for two days.
Van Gogh and Gauguin retreated to their small studio and worked at gaslight. at the paintings that they had started at ‘Les Alyscamps’.

This is one of them. And a very special one indeed. It is perhaps the first true product of the interaction in the ‘Studio of the South’.

Van Gogh had crawled on the dike alongside the ‘Allée des Tombeaux’ to paint the scene from a new perspective. All of a sudden, he applied the ‘cloisonnist’ principles that he had discussed so frequently with his friend Bernard and with Gauguin. 

Vincent Van Gogh, Les Alyscamps - Falling Leaves, c. November 1, 1888. Oil on burlap, 73 x 92 cm. Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands (F 486, JH 1620)

On the meaning of True Love, the Coveted Kiss, and that Captain Swan Tackle

There seem to be mixed feelings about the lack of a TLK for Hook and Emma’s True Love moment in “Firebird”. Many were hoping for that coveted GCI rainbow even thought there was no curse to be broken. And there seems to be a lot of confusion of what True Love or the kiss really means in a season where we’ve had so many.

This season alone we’ve had:

  • Brennan Jones - a total shit - gets a TLK with a woman he never met. They literally fell in love while he was ASLEEP.
  • Belle French - willingly put herself under a sleeping curse expecting her father - who at one point she told she never wanted to see again - to wake her up.
  • Ruby Slippers - knew each other for a matter of hours. Were never in a relationship or even shared their feelings for one another.
  • Hades and Zelena - Hades fell quickly, I’m buying that because it happens often enough on this show, but Zelena kisses him because she’s “starting to see that he’d do anything for her” and it breaks his curse?

Is that really all it takes these days?

We’ve also had a few situations in which True Love couples tried and failed to break curses - either because both parties were cursed (both Rumbelle and Captain Swan), or because one party didn’t want their curse broken (again, Rumbelle and Captain Swan). 

That’s a lot of curse breaking kisses and attempts for one season. And there’s still a curse on Storybrooke that needs to be broken in order for the residents to leave without being turned into trees. So we can probably expect at least one more.

So what does that say about the rarity of True Love - or of True Love’s Kiss?

Maybe it isn’t very rare at all but curses that can be broken by True Love are? 

It’s unlikely that Hades and Zelena will get a happy ending - clearly his True Love for her doesn’t drive him to make choices that are in her best interest or what she desires. His love may be True, but it’s also selfish. Which tells us that “True Love” relationships aren’t always healthy - because maintaining the relationship requires being selfless and willing to fight for one another. 

Like Snow White said “If True Love were easy everyone would have it”.

All this begs the question: What is True Love? 

People often talk about it as if it’s a person or a relationship - but it seems to be more of an emotion shared between two people - one that can come and go. It’s not necessarily permanent. It takes work, the kind of work Emma and Hook have been putting into their relationship all along. We may get another True Love confirming moment for Emma and Hook  - one that breaks a curse - maybe we won’t (I suspect we will). But perhaps that was by design and the nature of their “test” is telling us something about the nature, and confirmation, of True Love.

Because this isn’t the first time we’ve seen them “pass the test”.

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anonymous asked:

Was that real snow in your hair??? They really do look all pretty and radial and idk I've never seen it And your eyes look really pretty in that picture

real snow, indeed!

i am but one special snowflake in an infinite sea of special snowflakes…

so, a statistically average snowflake.


What does it mean to be Asexual

Well for starters this goes for everyone that is under the asexual spectrum.

To be honest, it means that you are one of a kind. A rare stone that can only be found once in your life. Like seeing a comet cross the night sky as it enters the earths atmosphere once every thousand years.

To be ace means that you have so much to give and most definitely know how to interact with people on a much deeper level. You are indeed special and one of the most amazing beings in the world. You are a unique individual, powerful, and courageous that anyone would be blessed to have in their life.