again not tagging because ugh


female awesome meme 1/20 female dynamics: lorelai gilmore and rory gilmore (gilmore girls)
my mother never gave me any idea that i couldn’t do whatever i wanted to do or be whomever i wanted to be. she filled our house with love and fun and books and music, unflagging in her efforts to give me role models from jane austen to eudora welty to patti smith. as she guided me through these incredible eighteen years, i don’t know if she ever realized that the person i most wanted to be was her.


First: I’m pretty sure I slept at least fourteen hours yesterday.
Second: Well. This Sweeney was initially going to be a ten-minute doodle before starting on a serious drawing, which is why I used my worst sketchbook. And then, well… Now I’m pretty angry at myself because I put hours into this and it looks like crap on the paper I used. (Not that it doesn’t have other problems…) Ugh… Well, I concluded that it looks best at an angle. I don’t know, it doesn’t really matter, I’m probably not going to finish it. At this point I’ve lost motivation. But here it is, I guess.

(Ordinarily I would never say this but please don’t reblog this; I want to be able to delete this post later when I set the actual drawing on fire.)

  • McKAY: How's about ...
  • (He pauses for a while, then looks at John again.)
  • McKAY: How about we say goodbye now?
  • McKAY: What d'you mean, "no"?
  • SHEPPARD: I mean I'm not saying goodbye.
  • McKAY: Well, I'm saying it anyway!
  • SHEPPARD: Well, I'm not listening!
  • McKAY: Yeah, but pretty soon I won't even know who you are!
  • SHEPPARD: Then I'll remind you.
  • McKAY: Yeah, but I don't want you to see me like that. I want you to remember me as I am -- as your genius friend, not as some ...
  • SHEPPARD (firmly): Not happening.
  • McKAY: Please.
  • SHEPPARD: You're stuck with me, Rodney. Just accept it.
  • McKAY: Yeah, but I ...
  • SHEPPARD (loudly): No! (He waves a finger at him.) That's final.
  • McKAY: OK. (He looks away.)
  • -SGA, 5x06 (aka, the moment I started bawling)
Littlest Maximoff

Author’s Note: the second i got this request, i jumped of joy. i know i say this in almost everything i write, but i seriously had a lot of fun writing this. hope you enjoy!

Request: “Can you write something like the reader being the younger sister to the Maximoff twins (but Pietro lives) and the reader is around 15/16 and can teleport and can control the elements and such and they all move into the stark tower and the reader meets Peter for the first time and they both start to like each other and he finds her Russian accent sexy, but Pietro is very protective but the rest of the avengers try to pair them up?“

Tagging: @heaventide @spiderbarnes

Originally posted by prettystucky

“Ugh, remind me again why we’re moving?”

“Because, Y/N. Tony Stark kindly asked us to join the Avengers and what better way to join and move into the tower?” Pietro responded, rolling his eyes at your exasperated comment.

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WIP of fashion punk babies :D
something closer to the original outfits but less functional than the first ones (will clean it up and tag propperly around next week
Inspiration for parts of the outfits will be linked in the finished work.)


kagura didn’t have to go, you know. she could have just stayed on earth with one family and let her other family go. but she didn’t. she made her choice.

she went.

when you think about kagura’s life, three words should come to mind:

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Bring Me To My Knees (Pt. 7)

Summary: Bucky accidentally demolishes your house. With nowhere else to go, you move in with him.

Prologue [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]    [8] [9] [10]

Warnings: None 

Word count: 1600

A/N: So I’m gonna dedicate this chapter to @hijikira (Idk why the tag isn’t working ugh) because 1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN! and 2. You’re literally the only reason this chapter is on time. Thanks man I hope you have an awesome day!!

Originally posted by sebastianstanes

You had been gone for two days. Two days and Bucky was left in silence - cursed with the memory of your taste and the image of your horrified eyes when he pulled away. You hadn’t so much as texted him since Fury called you off and you rushed out the door without a word. He didn’t know if that was a rejection or shock, he didn’t know if you would ever come back but it was all he could think about and he was terrified.

For you though, everything was toppling over and turning sideways. You knew Bucky, he was one of your closest friends! But the more you thought about it the more you realized - maybe he was always more than that. Every time you left the house he was all you thought about, even with Hank. And your time living with him was probably the most fun you’d ever had; to the point where you didn’t really want to go back to your place when it was rebuilt, it just wouldn’t be home without Bucky.

And there was the whole matter with Hank, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think much about him. Only that when you kissed him, it never felt like that. Like finding a piece of yourself that was missing and morphing into a whole again. Bucky made you feel that. Bucky, the guy who makes you coffee just before you wake up. Bucky, who stays up to build forts with you when you’re not tired. Bucky, who leans into your touch and holds your hand when you feel down and kisses your forehead when he thinks you’re asleep. Bucky, who literally drags you across the bed when he finds out your feet are cold and makes it his mission to warm them up for you.

Bucky, who kisses you and makes you feel like the world is the best parts of fire and ice tossed into a bowl and served up in a five star restaurant.

But did he have to do it right then? If he had just waited until this mission was over you wouldn’t have looked like a deer in headlights, and Bucky wouldn’t be left in a seemingly endless suspense. You couldn’t even text him because your phone died on the quinjet.

As for the mission in question, the only briefing you got was that a small group of civilians had been taken hostage by Hydra, and you were supposed to get in, give ‘em hell, and get out. In theory, this sounded easy enough.

Except that something about the mission was nagging you, and it didn’t help when no one would disclose who the hostages were. Surely SHIELD had figured out their names, so why was it so top secret that you couldn’t know?

Once you got to the base your uneasiness only grew. The agents were too easy to take down, and not a single bullet had been shot anywhere awfully close to you. I was almost like they were trying to miss, and that thought irritated you beyond belief. Combine that with the metastasizing foreboding the closer you got to where the hostages were said to be held and you had yourself an irritated, untrusting Y/N.

You got as far as the hall leading into the room before you were ambushed, 20 Hydra agents all pointing their guns straight for your brain. Had the hostages not been so close, you could’ve made easy work of the circle, but because you didn’t want to harm innocents, you raised your hands in surrender and prayed for your team to get there before you were so full of bullets that your new nickname would be Swiss Cheese.

You could’ve sworn you heard one of the agents say ‘Asset acquired’ before the other five SHIELD agents knocked his lights out.

It was still 6 to 19, and your team definitely wasn’t trained enough to beat those odds, so it was no surprise that a few of them got away. Your gang ended up flying home with no saved civilians and your tail between your legs.

You didn’t know if you were more mad at Fury, Bucky, or yourself.

On the one hand, Fury was actively keeping pieces of your mission a secret, which sucked because you were led to believe he had the highest respect for your ability as an agent. Though if he truly trusted you like he said he did, why would he compartmentalize your mission?

Bucky, well he wasn’t really at fault for anything. You supposed you could blame him solely for inflicting these thoughts onto you, but you’d much rather live with this realization than sit idly by, ignorant of not just his feelings for you, but your feelings for him too.

So maybe you were mad at yourself, for not realizing sooner what Bucky was to you. For needing him to kiss you before your brain would give up that information freely. And maybe you were also angry for not being able to save the people Fury refused to disclose to you, maybe you were still pissed about your powers and how utterly useless they could be in doing the one thing you used them for; protecting others.

By the time you reached the apartment door you were fuming, wrestling with the lock and shoving the wood out of your way hard enough to make Bucky think Bruce had Hulked out and come barging in.

And he knew it was probably the worst time to say it, but he had been dying to know how you would react when you got back. One minute he’d be sure you’d feel the same, but the next he’d be tugging on his hair in frustration because deep down there was no way you’d love him too. Now that you were stood in front of him, having just thrown your bag onto the ground with a loud thump, he had to know.

“Y/N, about the other day,” He started, not entirely sure how he could string together a decent sentence to say 'I love you’ without really saying I love you. Because that would be weird, wouldn’t it? To say something like that before really dating a person? Maybe not, but Bucky had forgotten how to form those words, so he didn’t try.

Not that you would have given him enough time to say it, by the time he had finished his five word sentence your arms were around his neck and you were yanking him down to crash your lips against his. You really weren’t in the mood for anything other than violent before his hands wrapped around your hips and held you flush against him.

His heart had leapt out of his chest, eyes closing and neck tilting until he found the perfect angle. He couldn’t get enough of you, a fact he learned quickly as his hands ran from your sides to the small of your back and up into your hair. He had waited a lifetime to feel these sparks, the tingle your tongue left behind when it traced his bottom lip, the numb feeling running up his fingers at the touch of your skin.

Your anger melted real fast after feeling Bucky surround you. Now it was all desperation, built up passion you hadn’t noticed growing inside you. He was the only person in the world when you were like this, and all that mattered was his hands running over your back and his lips molding against yours. His aftershave and his stubble and his hair between your fingers - Bucky was the only thing that existed and it hit you like a house dropping down from Kansas: You love him.

Next thing either of you knew your legs were wrapped around his waist and one of Bucky’s hands held you up by the back of your thigh, the other wrapped tightly around your back and held you against his chest. He ignored his burning lungs to keep your lips on his for as long as possible; it didn’t seem all that unreasonable to never stop kissing you, even if it did result in his eventual suffocation. If he died he could kiss you all day and not have to worry about breathing.

You still pulled away, only a centimeter or two but the distance was almost too much for Bucky. How had he spent all that time without you? He had only kissed you for maybe two minutes but already he couldn’t imagine a life where he could live without your lips.

Bucky was wearing a lazy grin, eyes still half closed when he pushed your foreheads together. You were breathing the same air and it was both suffocating and intoxicating, a feeling you wouldn’t trade for the world as you both panted in the middle of the living room.

“So how was the mission?” Bucky mumbled into your skin, walking you carefully over to the counter where he could set you down. If he couldn’t kiss you, hearing your voice was second best.

“They got their asses handed to them, but we couldn’t reach the hostages.” You frowned, nuzzling absently into Bucky’s hair as his lips skimmed just below your ear, his heavy breaths sending shivers down your spine. “Fury has me on call until we get a hit on where they’re being kept.”

“How long do you think that’ll take?” His hands rubbed up and down your thighs, which were still wrapped around his waist.

“A week?” Bucky looked up at you with unintended puppy eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Since you have the time, wanna go on a date?”

“What, right now?” Your fingers stilled in Bucky’s hair and he frowned at the loss.

“Well, maybe give me a few more minutes,” He trailed off, leaning back in to press his lips tenderly to yours.

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04-01-16 ∴ Fly

Viktor was losing himself in the music and for once he let go without thinking about his past injuries. He closed his eyes and didn’t care for anything except the enjoyment. He did a double tour en l'air and felt relieved once he landed and his knee didn’t hurt. He looked up and noticed someone in the doorway. “I am sorry,“ he jogged over to the radio to turn the music off, “Can I help you?“ he smiled.