all kinds of happy pretty much

She’s gotta do what makes her happy, and tbh it’s starting to seem like leaving SM and having the freedom to create what she wants to create and having more support is the only way she’s going to get there.

I want f(x) to stay together forever, but the reality is that no groups last forever. I suspected she wasn’t happy for months now, and it’s all making sense.

SM just isn’t the place for her anymore. She deserves better, and while I do hope she can reach some kind of compromise or agreement with them, I won’t be surprised if she doesn’t.

Just continue to support her during this time. That’s pretty much all we can do while we wait.

Reader’s guide - master list of my favourite fics and writers

So I was originally just making this for myself as a shortcut to author’s I knew I liked in different genres for when I want to read something particular, when I figured why not make this a public post so everyone can access it, right? 

All of the present links are to the blog, fic/series, or master list of a writer whose work I adore and all are marvel/avengers based. If you want me to remove you off this list or even just change the way I describe your work please message me and I will do so straight away. All descriptions are only based on my perceptions of the content there is at the time of making the post.

Like most of our fandom and like my URL, icon, blog description etc infer, I’m a slut for Bucky Barnes and this list reflects that. 

Smut City

@buckysbackpackbuckle - Masterlist - okay so this list isn’t all 100% smut but it mostly is and the smut is just so good. Oneshots and a couple short series, mostly Bucky x reader, other ventures include Peter Parker, Lance Tucker and Bucky x Steve x Reader 

@fvckingbuckyandsteve ​ - Masterlist - Basically the URL says it all, pure smut featuring Bucky, Steve, Bucky and Steve, Seb and Chris being sinful with reader, plus a few bonus Avengers sex drabbles and a Steve x reader x Nat oneshot. 

@actuallyasgardian - Masterlist - mostly smutty one shots and drabbles, Bucky x reader, Bucky x Steve x Reader, Thor x Reader, much great sin.

@sebastiansin-221b - Masterlist - Bucky, Seb, and Chris Evans smut goodness, mostly oneshots, a fabulous Stony smut 

@just-call-me-mrs-captain -Masterlist - so much great smut, largely ft Bucky, Steve, Seb, Chris, bit of Nat bit of Sam + more, one shots series and drabbles and some great Bucky x reader x Steve action. 

@fvckingavengers - Masterlist - pretty much, in my humble opinion, marvel smut queen. In one shots and short series, lots of Steve and Bucky, with some Pitero, Loki, Thor, Nat, Tony and Wanda on the side and a generous amount of reader x two-and-even-sometimes-three-character-action

Fluff Town 

@writingruna - Masterlist - mostly mega fluffy/ romantic one shots + bunch of drabbles feat. so many characters we got: Bucky, Steve, Pietro, Wanda, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Loki, Tony

@writingbarnes - Masterlist - I’ll be honest this tumblr has done SO MANY AMAZING FICS I am yet to peruse them all but from what I can tell its basically fluffy or general oneshots and series, including Bucky, Steve, Tony, Thor, Clint, Pietro, Wanda, Loki, Nat, and Bruce sorted into an impeccably presented series of character-categorised lists

@buckyywiththegoodhair - Masterlist - much Bucky x reader fluff series, one shots and drabbles with a hint of Steve here and there and perhaps a love triangle 

@pleasecallmecaptain - Masterlist - Bucky and Steve x reader fluff city one-shots, a series and a pile of dribbles 

@scarlettsoldier - Masterlist - These are all just pretty sweet even if they’re not all overly fluffy its just kind of a happy time. Features Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader and Wanda x Reader


@sebseyesandbuckysthighs - Masterlist - THE BEST AU SERIES YOU CAN IMAGINE: reader x Vampire!Bucky  (I don’t even tend to like AU’s OR series!). Some heavenly Bucky series, many Bucky one shots and some Steve, Tony, and Clint one shots. Angst, smut and fluff, all labelled. 

@backpackfullofplums - Masterlist - fluff and angst and smut, oh my! All Bucky x reader (smut is labelled). Great lil descriptions for each title. 

@buckysplums14 - Masterlist - basically all the Bucky smut and fluff (labelled) you can imagine in the forms of one shots and short series. Features Bucky x reader, Stucky, Bucky x Nat, Bucky x Wanda, Bucky x Reader x Third party 

@after-avenging-hours - Masterlist - smut and fluff and angst (smut not labelled but kinda clear a lot of the time in titles and descriptions). Mostly Bucky, Steve and Bucky and Steve, featuring some Thor, Loki, Bruce, Sam. Oneshots and series. The disney corruptions are an actual work of smutty genius. 

@badults​ - Masterlist - smutty and fluffy one shots (smut is labelled) with a variety of characters including Bucky, Steve, Tony, Pietro, Wanda, T’Challa, Peggy and Clint. 

@marvelfic - Masterlist - smutty and fluffy one-shots and short series (smut is labelled), characters include Bucky, Steve, Bruce and Clint, also features non-romantic Avengers fics.

@stories-from-stark-tower -  Masterlist - one-shots come in fluffy or angst/mega feels with the following characters; Tony, Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Pietro, Wanda, Clint, Nat, Thor, Scott, Loki and Wade Wilson (Deadpool), various drabbles and one Bucky series. 

@mywritingsblog​ - Masterlist - fluff and smut (smut is labelled) with Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan, the actors and various characters they play, featuring reader and various female characters, one shots and series.

@rogersxbarnesx​ - Masterlist - Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers galore, series and oneshots, Stucky and stucky x reader action, and a Wanda Maximoff appearance. Features smut and fluff and some angst (smut is labelled). 

@shieldsshallbebroken - Masterlist - oneshots and drabbles, fluff and smut (smut not labelled), great (and smutty) A/O/B steve x reader x bucky series, links to whopping impressive fics on Ao3

@221bshrlocked​ - Masterlist - Bucky x reader angst, fluff and smut (smut not labelled) one shots and series. Professor!Bucky!! 

@avasparks - Masterlist - Pretty much Bucky/ Seb Stan in many one shots, drabbles, series, featuring AUs, Steve x Reader x Bucky action. Fluff, angst and smut (smut not always labelled) 

@sebbytrash - Masterlist - Mostly Bucky x reader, fluff and smut (smut is labelled), features a bit of Tony and T’Challa with reader too

@bucky-plums-barnes - Masterlist - Lots of cute Bucky x reader prompted drabble, fluff and smut mostly (smut is labelled so are trigger warnings), bucky x reader one shots of the same variety

@imhereforbvcky - Masterlist - Mostly Bucky x Reader, some great series and also drabbles and one shots: angst and fluff but slays me with the smut

Something Different aka “Other” 

@the-life-of-bucky-barnes​ - not fics but Bucky Barnes’ instagram, genius drawings and captions = A+ quality content.

LAST UPDATE: 02/01/17


  • When i say smut is labelled or not labelled I mean from the master list, most of the not labelled ones include warnings or labels once you click on the stories
  • I intend to update this list over time
  • Please message me if you find any links don’t work or have any other issues (eg. see top of post)
  • Anyone is so welcome to message me if you write Marvel fic and maybe would like to be added to the list I’m 100% open to that and always love reading new content!

I honestly just made this for my own reference and convenience but then thought others would possibly benefit from it too so I hope people find it useful

Story idea

Ok, so if you follow me (which is very unlikely because this blog is very new) you may have noticed I just adore those “humans are weird” and “humans are space orcs” and “aliens think humans are cute” posts and now I have this plot for a story in my head and I can’t get it out.

Like yeah, all the posts with human-alien culture shock and relationships are those very serious crew members and specialists that are able to explain cultural differences and human biology and that stuff, so when there is a “weird human moment” the human can explain themselves and reassure the crew. But what if the aliens had to deal with a human that just does the stuff and doesn’t know how to explain it?

Story idea under the cut.

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college boyfriend!minghao

Originally posted by mountean

  • bless the cutie that requested animal shelter volunteer minghao, i ended up meshing it with another request for college bf!minghao bc i can do whatever i want
  • sfklasjd jk jk
  • now, minghao has always had a strong connection with animals
  • ever since he was a kid, he always just had this intense empathy for animals, so much so that it kind of drove his parents crazy???
  • like minghao would grieve for hours if he accidentally stepped on a bug, or he’d take a whole hour out of his morning when he knows he has to get to school just to help a momma dog and her pups get somewhere safe away from traffic
  • i mean the boy just loves animals to death
  • loves them more than humans tbh
  • so it’s no surprise that minghao became an avid animal shelter volunteer from high school well into his college career

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today is a glorious day – it’s mod ellipsis’ birthday! in honour of this wonderful occasion, i’ve drawn her with her struggling husbonedo. thank you so much for everything you do, ellipsis! 

anonymous asked:

Hcs about how Saeran really feels toward the RFA members + Vanderwood post game?

I’m not going to do Saeyoung for this because whew that would take like 10 hours

I tried putting it under the cut, but it doesn’t work on mobile so GAHH I’m sorry for the long post

Yoosung - teaches him to be happy:

  • when Saeran first meets him he thinks he’s really stupid and annoying
  • and he’s jealous because he’s Saeyoung’s best friend
  • why did he get to spend time with his brother while Saeran was just abandoned?
  • and why does Saeyoung even deserve a best friend?
  • basically he’s just really bitter about the whole situation
  • but when he starts getting to know Yoosung, he gets so frustrated because he’s genuinely a good guy
  • like, there’s no way around it. he’s a good person and Saeran’s excuses for being bitter are getting weaker and weaker the more they talk
  • Yoosung is persistent and seems pretty determined to be his friend, but never gets overwhelming which Saeran really appreciates
  • he seems to know exactly where the line is and he never oversteps it
  • he becomes the kind of friend Saeran’s comfortable relaxing around, and Yoosung makes him feel like it’s okay to smile and be happy
  • Yoosung doesn’t hold back whenever he complains about something bothering him 
  • whether it be about school, his family, or even Saeyoung (that’s Saeran’s favourite topic to hear Yoosung complain about) he’ll just vent it all out because Saeran’s more of a listener than a talker, and Saeran finds he actually really likes it
  • he makes Saeran feel worth something
  • and, on top of that, he likes hearing about Yoosung’s life because it gives him an insight into what it’s like to be ‘normal’ and that makes him feel ‘normal’
  • Yoosung treats him like he would treat any other person, and not like something he might break

Zen - teaches him self-confidence:

  • Saeran’s not really sure what to think of him at first
  • he’s kind of intimidated, because Zen is pretty overbearing with the whole ‘being nice’ thing, and sometimes it makes Saeran uncomfortable
  • there’s also the problem of the fact he’s an actor, so Saeran doesn’t know whether he’s only pretending to be nice and pretending to like him
  • he has this fear with everyone, but with Zen it’s worse because he can’t even trust his own judgement
  • he feels a little weird around Zen, and probably has a small crush on him for a while
  • but then he realises how stupid Zen actually is and how much he messes around with Saeyoung sometimes, so that goes away pretty quickly
  • he likes the idea of him more than the actual reality of it
  • but he still likes hanging out with him sometimes, even if only in small doses
  • he actually really likes watching Zen’s musicals, because they calm him down and are usually pretty light to watch
  • it’s just the DVDs at first, and as much as he wants to see one live he’s just too anxious to go
  • he likes all the songs, and when he’s a fair way into his recovery he starts humming them to himself sometimes (Saeyoung’s so happy about that, because it’s proof of Saeran’s progress)
  • Zen also helps Saeran realise it’s ok to love yourself, and even if Saeran finds Zen’s narcissism really annoying at first, he kind of wishes he could do it too, and starts spending time looking in the mirror to try and find things he likes
  • sometimes it backfires, but occasionally he finds something. he usually keeps it to himself and doesn’t brag about it, but it’s something
  • Zen becomes an unexpectedly comforting presence, and Saeran slowly learns to trust him

Jaehee - teaches him how to trust:

  • out of the entire RFA, she’s the one he respects most from the beginning
  • she often asks him how he is, but not in a way that pushes him into discomfort
  • she respects his boundaries and he really appreciates that
  • she’s the most disconnected person in the RFA, in that the only reason she joined is because she’s Jumin’s assistant and not because she directly knew V or Rika, so that helps him feel a little more comfortable around her
  • also, when he starts getting interested in Zen’s musicals she’s more than willing to lend him the DVDs
  • they don’t watch them together at first because Saeran doesn’t feel comfortable and Jaehee doesn’t want to intrude too much
  • but very gradually Saeran gets comfortable enough to watch one with her
  • it’s incredibly awkward the first time, but they both enjoy it anyway
  • she understands Saeran in a way none of the others do, and it gets to the point where he starts to open up a little to her because he feels comfortable enough
  • basically she’s like the mother/best friend he never had
  • he trusts her not to tell anyone the things he says, and their friendship isn’t exactly lighthearted, but it’s still healthy
  • when they’re around other people, though, they just act like regular acquaintances, because Saeran likes to pretend no one knows these things about him
  • Jaehee understands, though, and she’s always willing to listen

Jumin - teaches him he’s not isolated:

  • Saeran finds him pretty intimidating
  • he comes across as cold and indifferent all the time
  • he doesn’t get his jokes, and he just doesn’t understand him at all
  • but as he’s around him more he realises… they’re not actually all that different
  • Jumin is really not good at expressing his emotions, and Saeran isn’t either so Saeran feels an odd kind of connection to him because of that
  • they’re not exactly friends, but they have a mutual understanding of each other
  • and Jumin’s presence becomes somewhat calming to him, because he doesn’t feel the need to keep up a pretense or worry about saying something wrong because Jumin literally doesn’t care
  • from an outside perspective their conversations probably seem pretty harsh and blunt, but neither of them seem to notice
  • it’s a relief to Saeran that he doesn’t have to constanty think about what he says around Jumin
  • and, as it turns out, Elizabeth 3rd actually really likes him
  • Saeran really likes her too, and he finds it calming to come and stroke her and play with her whenever he’s had a rough time
  • Saeyoung gets jealous because Jumin still won’t let him anywhere near her, but Saeran is always gentle and soft and treats her so carefully because he’s afraid of hurting her
  • he doesn’t really understand animals, but animals seem to love him, and Jumin likes seeing Elizabeth 3rd so happy


  • Saeran’s not entirely sure what to think of them
  • his first impression of them is when they pretty much accidentally kidnapped him
  • so it’s kinda awkward
  • in all honesty they don’t really have much of a relationship, because Vanderwood isn’t a member of the RFA, so when Saeyoung quits the agency they have no reason to be around
  • they’re quite sharp towards each other, but Saeran actually starts warming to that a little
  • he likes the wit. it’s a nice break from Saeyoung’s stupid jokes
  • they end up bonding a little over how frustrating they find Saeyoung
  • but Vanderwood still feels very strongly about not having personal relationships, so not much comes of it

I really wanted to write some polyfrogs + farmer stuff bc I love my frogs! and I want them to be together and date and love each other! but I also love charmer and chowder and farmer are just the cutest together. sO

  • it starts out as kind of a weird arrangement?
  • chowder and farmer are already together
  • nursey and dex (finally) get together
    • chowder is really, really happy for them. he’s wanted this FOREVER
    • he’s honestly more invested in their relationship than they are. he loves love and he loves his friends
  • they all end up going on double dates together as a result! jerry’s, annie’s, etc.
  • nursey dex and chowder are always bringing big ass signs to farmer’s volleyball games and she lets them tag along when they go out for team win meals
  • farmer against the glass for their home games screaming her head off
  • they get along really well and they’re pretty much always together.
    • nursey has everyone’s class schedule memorized
    • he brings them coffee a lot
  • as a result of them always being together both in a physical sense and in like, a romantic context, chowder kind of naturally associates all of these people in his life with romance and dating
    • he starts feeling kind of… guilty? because he loves farmer! and she’s great and she makes him really, really happy, and they’re great together
    • but chowder also starts noticing how much he likes when dex gives one of those big, full smiles
    • and how when he falls asleep in the haus on the couch, nursey will pick him up instead of waking him up and take him to his room and instead of just laying him down, makes sure he’s under the covers
    • and he finds himself making excuses to be around them even more than he already is
  • farmer gets really confused because chowder won’t meet her eyes sometimes and he goes pink when looking at nursey and dex
  • this is getting long jesus

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Let Me Warm Your Heart Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Word Count : 2,204

Warnings : None 

Summary: Y/N is tasked with a mission to keep the weird Barebone family in check. But things don’t always go as they are planned. After all, love always chooses those paths which are the least predictable. 


The balmy weather was nice enough to warrant a visit to Central Park, a picnic would have been the ideal activity for this breezy summer day. The flowers were in full bloom and the air hung heavy with the smell of food, probably wafting from the hot-dog vendor standing nearby. Ignoring her growling stomach, Y/N glanced up at the clear skies before shrugging away thoughts of an imagined holiday. Vacations were a luxury Aurors couldn’t afford, especially not in such turbulent times. 

She refocused her attention on the gathering crowd ahead of her, as the New Salem Philanthropic Society commenced another of its infamous rallies. Y/N effectively merged within the crowd, nonchalantly staring at the flyer she had been handed. The Barebone woman continued spewing vitriol against witches and magic, assuring them that the threat was very real. Y/N’s watchful eyes swept across the crowd once, before settling on the leader of the Second Salemers as she urged the gathered people to watch out for the lurking darkness that hid so cleverly among ‘us’! Mentally, Y/N scoffed wondering how many actually believed this supposed gibberish. But disbelief was good, disbelief kept her kind safe. And above all, it was her job to keep that disbelief unwaveringly constant. 

She shifted a few paces ahead, before blocking herself from Mary Lou’s line of vision behind a man wearing a rather outlandish top hat. She continued her observation, staring at the two daughters standing beside the woman. The elder one, Chastity stood primly, projecting an image of trained etiquette and polite interest. The younger one Modesty, meanwhile, shuffled onto the steps of the bank where the rally was being held, mumbling a song and fidgeting to its tune. 

Y/N gaze then shifted to the eldest of the Barebone children, Credence. He stood amongst the crowd, handing out flyers with shouty capitals, blaring the NSPS anti-witch propaganda. He must be quite tall, Y/N mused, as her eyes assessed the lanky boy. But he seemed shorter with the pronounced hunch with which he carried himself. Almost as if he could disappear into nothingness if he tried hard enough. 

It had come as a surprise to Y/N when her fellow colleague Tina Goldstein had been removed from Auror services. For jeopardising their safety by violating the International Statute of Secrecy’s provisions nonetheless! Tina was a stickler for rules and for the number of cases that they had partnered together, Y/N knew her to be thorough and efficient. How she ended up losing her steam over the Barebones and subsequently losing her job as well, was a mystery. 

What came as a greater surprise however, was when Director Graves summoned her in his office. He assigned her the responsibility of keeping an eye over the Barebones, ensuring that the safety of the wizarding community was not threatened by the enflamed speeches of an overenthusiastic zealot. While she was of the opinion that there was no harm in keeping a watchful eye over this fanatic, there was something in the way the Barebone boy carried himself that kept drawing Y/N’s attention. 

Not one for distractions, she changed places again, this time edging towards the back of the crowd. Her gaze trained itself on the speaker again as she withdrew from the dense crowd, making sure that Mary Lou didn’t notice her. In her effort to appear inconspicuous, she didn’t realise until it was too late as she stumbled across someone’s feet. Though the force was not near enough to knock the person down, it did displace the dozens of sheets that the person was carrying. No, not sheets, flyers to be exact. 

When had Credence slipped to the back, Y/N wondered, as they both crouched down to gather the scattered flyers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were standing here. I was in a rush to get back to work. I hope I didn’t hurt you?” she gave an apologetic smile having managed to collect a few of the papers, and handed them to the gaping boy. He stared at her for a moment as their fingers brushed each other, before swallowing audibly and said, “N-no. It was, m-my fault. I shouldn’t have been…standing here. Y-you didn’t hurt me. S-s-sorry!” he stuttered nervously as tingles surged from his fingers where they had accidentally touched Y/N’s.

She waved away his apology before smiling brightly and said, “No worries. I do hope you are alright though”, glancing at her watch she muttered under breath before continuing, “I have to go now, lunch time is almost over. I’ll see you later then! Have a good day!” she waved breezily before crossing the road and disappearing in the bustling crowd. He turned around to face the rally once more, warmth enveloping his being at the possibility of meeting the kind and pretty woman again. But the sight in front of him made his stomach fill with dread and he paled visibly. His mother was staring at him, malice dripping from her gaze; it would suffice to say that she was not at all happy with him.


Y/N cursed herself as she hurried towards her cabin in the MACUSA. That interaction should not have happened. It was vital for the assignment that the Barebones remain unaware of her, as much as possible. It was a lapse of judgement on her part when she struck up a conversation with the boy. It would have been easier, wiser even, had she just walked away without stopping. People tended to forget the faces of rude strangers stumbling across their toes as opposed to polite strangers helping them out. But on seeing him she couldn’t bring it in herself to act the part. 

Y/N cursed herself again as she stumbled in her cabin. Sinking wearily into the chair, she pulled the nearest sheaf of papers towards her. She would have to lie low for a while, make sure that her absence and the flow of time did away any traces of recognition from the boy’s mind. Sighing loudly, she read through the paperwork before signing a few and tearing away one or two. A head popped into her cabin, followed by the appearance of a smiling brunette. “Hello Miss Workaholic! Having a long day?” Y/N spared a glance from her work before giving up the day as one of the worse ones. “Abernathy”, she had acknowledged his presence but that didn’t mean she had to have a conversation with him. 

She continued staring at the application for an early release from detainment, not grasping a single letter of the 700 word document, hoping against hope that the man would just let her be. “Tough case?” Apparently not. “Not really.” Curtness and a calm demeanour was the key in such scenarios. “Care to join me for lunch? I was just about to pop out and was hoping you could join me. It’s a lovely day and you shouldn’t waste it cooped up in….” She cut him abruptly, “I’m sorry I can’t. As you can see I’m a bit busy at the moment. Paperwork does make the day long and it won’t complete by itself however much I charm my quills. They haven’t invented the artificial intelligence ones yet I’m afraid.” To hell with calmness, today was just not her day! 

Abernathy gave her a disappointed look before saying, “Well another time I suppose. Oh by the way, Director Graves wanted to see you.” He casually mentioned that as if they were discussing the weather, the oaf! “And you are telling me now! I better see what he wants…” Y/N closed the file before exiting the cabin, Abernathy in tow. “I thought you were popping out for lunch?” She questioned her unwanted companion as he tagged along. He came to a stop as if remembering it suddenly, “Why yes. I..I shall be going then?” He questioned as if seeking permission. But Y/N had long since disappeared, his question echoing emptily across the hallway. 

Y/N hurried towards the upper echelons of MACUSA hoping against hope that she hadn’t made the Director of Magical Security wait for too long. She wondered whether she had unwittingly jinxed herself in the morning or got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or perhaps it was the neighbour’s pet Kneazle crossing her path with a pointed hiss. Mr Smith had always envied her for bagging the road side apartment (something about better natural light) and she wouldn’t put it past him to rub some bad luck potion on his pet in the off chance that it stumbled across her. All in all, the day was going down in the dumps by the looks of it.

When she knocked and entered Percival Graves’ posh cabin, this theory was further bolstered. He was staring at her with a stormy expression, rubbing his temples in a weary manner. “I had hoped you would reach here the moment I called upon you. Tardiness is unbefitting of an Auror of your stature.” His voice was low and razor sharp, cutting the air with the accuracy of a newly sharpened blade. Donning her best professional visage, Y/N answered in a voice smooth as silk, “My apologies Director Graves. I just returned from observing the targets you had assigned me and when I received the message from Mr Abernathy, I came immediately.”

Her boss stared at her, taking her words in and making her uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny. When he spoke, his voice dropped an octave as if distancing himself from the room they were occupying, “Ms Y/L/N I presume that you are not keeping any written accounts of this assignment?” This had been one of the conditions for accepting the case and had made Y/N’s spine tingle with unease. Undocumented missions ensured the highest amount of confidentiality, but at the same time there was a danger of increased responsibility on the Auror. The Director could very well wash his hands off in case things went awry and Y/N would be stuck in inquiries faster than you could say Protego, with no real means of an escape. 

“Yes sir” she answered him, maintaining the façade of calmness. “Good. Though it isn’t a matter of grave concern at the moment, it is imperative on your part that you keep a close eye on them without anyone knowing what you are up to.” She nodded once, showing her acquiescence. “Y/N” he called out. She was thrown off guard by the casual manner in which he addressed her. So very unlike the strict, no nonsense man known as Percival Graves. “You are a valued part of the MACUSA, your skills are unparalleled even amongst our best on field Aurors. You were top of your class and it is a privilege that you chose to work with us instead of your native Ministry of Magic. You will definitely go places.”

Y/N swelled with pride at the praise but a tingle of worry skittered across her conscious. There was something wrong with this. “Thank you, Sir. It’s an honour…” “However, you should be careful of the path upon which you tread. A careless mistake and it could cost you your career. I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.” His eyes bore into her, considering her the way a hunter may look upon his prey. The nerve of this man! He was openly threatening her as if she were in the wrong! Steeling herself Y/N replied, “I assure you Sir that something like that will never happen as long as I’m on this case.” She stared into brown eyes, a challenge in her gaze. “Very well. I will expect the usual verbal report the next time you find anything of note.” Noting the unspoken dismissal, Y/N gave a curt nod before excusing herself out of the room.

She hurried towards the sanctuary of her cabin. The moment she entered it, she locked the door, put a muffling charm on the room and extracted the tiny pair of floral earrings from her ears. Setting them on her desk, she waved her wand in the air carefully but nothing happened. She gave a sigh of relief, atleast she was free from worrying about any external unwanted snooping. She then tapped the earrings carefully, a muttered incantation under her breath. The earrings sputtered for a moment before echoing in a voice frighteningly similar to the Director of Magical Security, “I would be sorry if you followed into the footsteps of Ms Goldstein.“ 

Y/N let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. Who knew learning to enchant everyday items that could record her magical lectures would one day help her in this manner? Graves may have thought himself too brilliant to hoodwink, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Slipping on the earrings again, Y/N’s mind went over the conversation once again. Her intuition had been correct. Something about the Barebones was making Graves anxious, so much that he went to the length of threatening her to ensure that the case went smoothly. The picture was too hazy to discern any meaning from currently. But Y/N vowed that she wouldn’t rest till she got to the bottom of this.

A/N: Hah, this was supposed to be a one shot. Though turning it into a series doesn’t seem that bad of an idea. This is a filler chapter, where I’m setting the scene for the oncoming plot. Hope you guys liked my first venture into the fbawtft universe. Please excuse any typos and let me know how you found it. Gif credits to the owner. ~mystical reading nerd

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Why I Don’t Like ‘Adopt, Don’t Shop’

First of all, I’m not against adopting pets. I’ve adopted dogs before, me and my family used to foster dogs, I have nothing against the act of adopting animals. But, the hashtag adoptdontshop, the disrespect for breeders, some of the people who adopt out dogs, and some of the practices in adopting dogs, that’s what I have a problem with.

My Mom used to be a dog breeder. Used to be. The stigma of breeding and the increased laws that have gotten more and more ridiculous stopped her from being able to. Puppy mills are disgusting and should be stopped, but breeders are different than puppy mills. Even before the ridiculous restrictions, there were a lot of laws and regulations in breeding that made the treatment of dogs very important. It costs a lot to breed dogs, so very few do it as their main source of income or solely for the money. Pet shops and pretty much anything run by the Humane Society? Not so strict.

I’m not saying those dogs don’t deserve all the love and happiness in the world, because they do. But by spreading the message of ‘adopt, don’t shop’, you’re making them more popular, get more funding, and lasting longer. I’m not exactly sure what I want for the future of pet shops and adoption centers, but I don’t want them to be run the same way. It’s kind of like the mental institutions in the 1950′s and 1960′s. They were terrible, horrible places, but when they shut down they just put all the people in the street with no help. Thankfully, that’s changed, but I’m not sure how it could with animals. I’m not saying pet shops and adoption centers are as bad as mental institutions, far from it, but just the general ‘this place is bad, we need to figure out a better place, but how?’ of it.

Humane Society and PETA are a whole post unto themselves and one of these days I’ll make that post, but I’ll keep it short for this one. They’re bad organizations. ‘Adopt, Don’t Shop’ is giving them attention and money.

It’s also about people wanting brownie points for being a good person and enlightened and woke. Most of these people don’t know what the hell they’re talking about, some of them don’t even give a damn about the dogs, just looking good or being progressive. Talk to me about Animal Rights, Animal Rights Activists, the good and the bad, and then I’ll take you seriously. But if you’re just saying it to be like reality stars? Nah. I’ll educate as much as I can, though, because I think a lot of it is pure naivety. The more people know, the more they can make informed decisions.

Some people also can’t have dogs that they don’t know the breed of. There’s allergies, room requirements, and probably more reasons I don’t even know about. For example, a former co-worker of mine had a dog when she was younger. She thought if was a small breed dog, not sure exactly what because the pound didn’t know, but her and her family fell in love and adopted the dog. Three months later, the dog they thought was a small breed, probably a chihuahua, ended up being about 90 pounds. Not always the safest when you live in an apartment or rent somewhere.

There’s also a certain sense of entitlement in adopting. ‘I adopt, so I’m better’. Sometimes it’s more affordable to buy from a breeder, sometimes it’s safer in the long run - my Mom had everyone sign a contract that if, for whatever reason, the person or people couldn’t keep the dog, they had to give it back to her and she would take it back. It’s not like that with shelters and pet shops.

So, basically, I have no problem with adopting dogs, I have problems with the people who say it’s the only good or right way to do and who don’t look at it and really think about it.

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pairing: harry potter x pansy parkinson

setting: modern, non-magical, escort + hockey au

word count: 8,586 

note@thetourguidebarbie​ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you’re such a delight, literally a l l of the time, and i had so much fun writing this for you. i hope you like it!!!!

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The girl sitting at the end of the bar is the kind of manufactured pretty that Harry usually avoids; expensively dressed and immaculately groomed, all pin-straight black hair and pouty pink lips and cleavage that’s either surgically enhanced or the product of a really good push-up bra. She’s sipping at an enormous strawberry margarita, phone in hand, her legs crossed and her expression bored, idly scrolling through what appears to be a chocolate cake tag on Instagram. There’s a Flyers game playing on the flat-screen directly in front of her. She hasn’t looked up once.




Harry is twenty-two years old. He’d dated the same girl he’d lost his virginity to for almost half a decade. He’s never gotten a blowjob in a bar bathroom, or had a threesome with a teammate, or taken advantage of the fact that the North American media has been calling him the “Savior of the Franchise” since before he’d even been drafted.

He keeps to himself.

He doesn’t hook up, or pick up, or talk about hooking up and picking up when he’s in the locker room. He plays hockey. He focuses on hockey. He lives and breathes and bleeds hockey—often literally.



He’s single for the first time in his adult life. He’s on a twelve game point streak, he’s leading the entire league in assists, and he’s been hearing chatter from the front office about maybe getting an “A” on his sweater next season.

And he knows what puck bunnies are. Just like he knows to always carry his own condoms and to never send dick pics with his face in the frame and to categorically avoid cute, inexplicably tan blonde girls in Toronto who claim not to recognize him. He knows. He’s had extensive media training. He’s also suffered through more awkward NHL-sanctioned lectures on sexually transmitted diseases than he’s had birthdays.



The girl sitting at the end of the bar isn’t really his type, but he thinks, maybe, that’s the point.

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happy birthday to the lovely, beautiful and, above all, thirsty @daddarioswife 💖  i hope you have the most wonderful day, i wish you all the best, you’re so sweet and amazing and deserve all the love in the world. love you lots and i hope you enjoy this 💕

Alec woke up and immediately felt uneasy, like something was wrong. As he blinked his eyes open, he realised where the feeling was coming from. He was alone in bed. Maybe Magnus had an unexpected client or just woke up early; in any case, Alec knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep without him there.

He sat up, stretching his arms above his head, and then he heard the faint sound of music coming from outside the bedroom. He got up and walked to the kitchen, the music getting louder, and he was met with a sight that tugged at the corners of his mouth and he didn’t fight the smile that spread across his face.

Magnus was dancing around the kitchen, his hips moving in time with the music, his voice soft as he sang along under his breath. His hair wasn’t styled and from what Alec could tell, his face was free of makeup and he was still only in his pajama pants. He looked so at ease, so domestic that it made something warm settle in Alec’s heart as he watched him.

After a few moments Magnus turned on his heels and jumped as he noticed Alec watching him. The surprise was momentarily replaced by a bright smile, and in the warm light of the morning, with his face relaxed and his hair falling over his forehead, Magnus looked magical. Not High Warlock of Brooklyn magical, not lethally magical, no. A softer kind of magical that had nothing to do with magic, but everything to do with Magnus being freely himself.

“Good morning, love,” Alec said as Magnus walked over to him. Magnus’ hands found their way around Alec’s waist, pulling them close together. Alec wrapped his own arms around Magnus, taking in the shiver and then the warmth that spread through him from where their skin touched.

“Morning, Alexander,” Magnus replied. “And happy birthday.”

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better late than never ❣ scott mccall

summary : action has been rather slow in good ol’ beacon hills lately, so the mccall pack takes it upon themselves to stir up some excitement with a lovely albeit somewhat childish game of truth or dare. ( based off this )

word count : 2.2k ( way longer than usual oh my god )

   Lydia Martin was on a mission. A mission, that is, to not only drum up some fun in the town that’s behavior was, strangely enough, completely mundane for once, but to do so by getting two of her best friends together. As a couple, of course. Y/N Y/L/N and Scott McCall were ridiculously perfect for each other in every conceivable way. They were practically together already, but neither of them wanted to be the first to say that they were in love. Scott’s had two relationships end in flames already, and Y/N’s last boyfriend was in freshman year and had ended so awfully she had sworn off men for the rest of her life and vowed to become a nun when the time was right. 

    Of course, then she met Scott, and everything changed. Who wants to be a nun when you can be with Scott McCall? 

   But the fact that Y/N and Scott hadn’t admitted their feelings to each other yet irked Lydia to no end. She heard Scott absolutely gushing about the other girl to Stiles and Liam on a daily basis, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips when she walked past him with a shy smile on her face when she waved. He’d turn to his friends right after she was out of earshot, his face flushed with happiness from a gesture as simple as a smile and wave, and say, “Oh God, isn’t she just… like, wow?” And then he’d shake his head with that same wistful grin, thinking about all the ways he’d show his affection toward her if only he could work up the courage to tell her. 

    Of course, everyone had tried to get him to do so already. “You’ve defeated like, eighty million villains, Scotty, and you can’t tell one harmless girl that you’re in love with her? She’s not even scary. She’s adorable.” To which Scott would reply, “She is, isn’t she?” And move along with his day. 

    The girls had tried to convince Y/N to tell Scott about her feelings once they realized Scott himself wasn’t going to budge. “Aw, guys, I just can’t. He’s so Scott. He’s so cute and he’s sweet and he’s funny and I don’t wanna fuck it up like I know I will so I’ll just love him from afar and be happy with it.” This comment earned a copious amount of groans and complaints that Y/N tuned out by daydreaming about what would happen if she was actually able to work up enough courage to tell Scott that she kind of, sort of, pretty much loved him. That was all they were though, simple daydreams. Until Lydia set her well thought out, expertly crafted, born from the mind of a genius -direct quote from Lydia- plan in motion. 

   It was a simple plan, really. She had issued out a mass text to everyone, including Y/N and Scott, that she was having a mandatory pack sleepover (she had previously called it a slumber party but Stiles and Liam had been adamantly against the usage of the term because they were convinced that they were too manly to use such words) and everyone was invited because as per usual, her mother wouldn’t be around this weekend. Then, she began a separate text thread with everyone excluding Scott and Y/N, explaining the rest of the plan to the pack to ensure that no one would mess it up. 

   The night of the sleepover, Y/N and Scott showed up at the exact same time. She was struggling to pick up her duffle bag that was clearly overpacked and carry it up Lydia’s extensive front staircase. Scott, being both smitten with the girl and a gentleman regardless, jogged quickly over to her. 

   “Hi,” he said, a sweet smile passing over his face as he took the bag from her arms. “Let me get that for ya. How are you, Y/N?” Most of the time, when someone asks such a question, they aren’t looking for a genuine answer. They don’t really care how you are, or what you say in response to their query. When she looked at Scott, however, she could tell that he genuinely wanted to know and cared about how she was doing. 

    “I’m good, Scotty,” She replied cheerfully, returning the smile. “And how is my favorite true alpha doing on this lovely night?” With a slight roll of his eyes, not out of annoyance, Scott said, “I’m the only true alpha that we know of.” 

    She shrugged, poking him in the side. “But you’d be my favorite even if I knew, like, ten true alphas.” Surprised at herself for even saying something she considered as bold as that, she slipped back into her introverted shell and fell silent once again. Sensing that Y/N no longer wanted to talk to him and trying not to appear as disappointed as he felt, Scott quietly walked into the house, Y/N trailing behind, with her bag still slung over his shoulder. He placed it on the ground next to the others’, and she thanked him in a soft, almost inaudible voice. Then, she hurried off to find the girls. 

   Scott ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to think. He went into the kitchen, greeted by Stiles and Liam. “So,” Stiles said the moment Scott made his entrance, “I saw you and our dear Y/N come in together,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Have you finally grown a pair and admitted your stupidly adorable crush to her, or did you back out yet again?” 

   Not bothering to argue, Scott shook his head. “I’m not even sure if she likes me, man. I mean, I think she does, everyone says she does, but the way she acts doesn’t make it seem like she does, you know?” 

   Stiles glanced up to the ceiling with a deep groan, looking to Liam. “They never learn, do they? Scott, even baby wolf over here understands girls better than you do sometimes.” Before Liam could defend himself, Stiles placed a hand over his mouth. “Not now. Adults talking. Anyway, Y/N’s insanely shy, Scotty. You should get this by now. She’s never gonna tell you first because of the anxiety thing she’s got going on. You make her nervous. She likes you, and trust me, you’ll be together before the night is over, all right?” 

   Confused for the second time that night, Scott asked, “What? How do you know that?” Opting not to answer, the other two boys simply patted Scott on the shoulder with supportive grins and made their way to the living room. He followed them into the room, brows furrowed. He tried to sit next to Stiles on the couch, but his best friend practically shoved Scott across the living room to the other couch, where no one was sitting. The entire pack, save for Y/N and Lydia, were situated around one couch. The other two girls were up in Lydia’s room. 

    “Lydiaaaa,” Y/N was whining. “You totally did this on purpose. You’re trying to set Scott and I up and it’s weird, Lydia. You’re gonna freak him out and he’s gonna hate me.” 

    With a scoff, Lydia pushed past Y/N, forcing her to follow. “Puh-lease. Scott could never hate you even if he tried, even if you were his worst enemy in the world. He’s head over heels in love with you. And I’m not trying to set you guys up,” she added as an innocent afterthought. “You guys are soulmates, so everything will work itself out regardless of whether or not I extend a little bit of a helping hand.” 

    Rushing after the strawberry blonde, Y/N asked, “But… doesn’t that mean you are trying to set us up?” She received no reply as she marched into the living room after Lydia, noting with annoyance that of course the only seat available was squished next to Scott on the tiny love seat across from everyone else. Hesitantly, Y/N sat down beside him, aware that her heartbeat was terribly loud and that every were-thing in the room could hear it as well. 

   And boy- did he hear it. Her heartbeat was practically deafening with her being so close to him, and her scent betrayed all other emotion. She was terribly nervous. Scott, not wanting to embarrass her or bring it up in front of everyone else, subtly moved his hand over hers so that their fingers were interlocked, and he squeezed lightly. Alarmed but pleased all the same, she reached over and grasped his hand for a split second. She smiled shyly down at her lap, knowing he was looking at her but too afraid to look back. 

    Clearing her throat, Lydia stood up. “Hm, I’m not really feeling a movie right now, what about you guys?” As if reading from some sort of script, the members of the pack that were situated on the other side of the room shook their heads in unison. 

    “Maybe later,” Stiles suggested. 

    “We could always do something else,” Malia agreed quickly, trying to casually glance at Lydia to make sure what she said had been correct. Lydia gave a not so subtle nod of her head before switching topics. “How about we play truth or dare? It’s classic,” she said, glaring at Y/N before she could protest, which Lydia knew she was bound to do. 

     “Aw, Lyds, we’re not in seventh grade anymore,” Y/N said defiantly. 

     Scott, eager to make Y/N like him even more, agreed quickly. “Yeah, I mean, it’s just a little childish.” 

     “Whatever,” Lydia dismissed. “It’s four against two, and majority rules. And Y/N,” Lydia began, with a devilish grin on her face, “since you were so eager to disagree, you can go first. Truth or dare, best friend of mine?” 

    Y/N bit her lip, mulling it over in her head. See, if she picked truth, she knew Lydia would force her to tell Scott about her not so casual crush on him. But Y/N always picked truth. It was her thing. She preferred the safe choice. This time, truth was the risky choice. She couldn’t figure out what Lydia would do if she picked dare, so before the time was up, Y/N said, with a slight confidence boost from the encouraging nod Scott gave her just then, “I’ll go with dare.” 

    “Oh, perfect.” Lydia turned toward Stiles, whispering something in his ear. Stiles let out a laugh, grinning like a maniac. “Y/N, don’t hate me but… we dare you to kiss Scott.” Feeling like she was in seventh grade again and being dared to kiss her crush at the time, an unwitting and painfully shy Isaac Lahey, Y/N felt her face heat up and her chest constrict. 

    Scott, now blushing himself and feeling more nervous than he had in a long time, turned to her and said quietly, “Hey, you know you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.” Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, said a quick little thank you, and leaned over to press a kiss against his soft cheek. 

    The grin that Scott wore on his face the moment her lips made contact with his cheek was enough to melt her heart and seize it all at once. Now, with newfound confidence and loving her personality and shyness and loveliness more than he already had when he arrived at Lydia’s house, Scott placed a hand on her face. His finger tilted her gaze toward him, and he licked his lips nervously.  

   “C’mon, Y/N,” he murmured. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She knew what was going to happen next as he leaned a little more. “We both know that..” he licked his lips again, his other hand on her face now, “that’s not what she meant.” He pressed his mouth against her own, never letting his hands stray from her beautiful face. If he could stay in this exact position forever, he would choose to do so in a heartbeat, maybe even less than that. They pulled back from each other, but just barely. His lips were still brushing over hers, the tips of their noses touching as they could do nothing but stare at the other with an expression that was mixed with awe and surprise. 

    Neither of them had expected that to happen tonight. With a shaky breath, Scott moved his hands away so he could grasp both of hers. Y/N had the most lovestruck look in her eyes, Scott was practically blown away. Forgetting that they had a very attentive audience gazing at them from across the room, Scott said to Y/N, “Um, well, if it isn’t obvious yet, I’m, um, kind of completely in love with you. And I have been for awhile. I should’ve said something sooner but…” 

    Y/N grabbed him and kissed him first this time, short and sweet. “Better late than never?” She proposed. And he nodded gratefully, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him, engulfing her body in his. He just felt the desperate, needy desire to hold her for all of eternity, or something like that. Stiles and Liam dramatically wiped fake tears from their eyes, loudly joking about how they grow up so fast and soon enough they’ll be off getting married and having babies and the like. Neither Y/N nor Scott minded. They were simply happy to be in each other’s arms after all the months of waiting and dreaming for a moment such as this, and Lydia, ever the supportive best friend, made sure to snap about eighty-seven million pictures of Y/N and Scott when they dozed off on the couch together, her cheek pressed against his chest, curled up in the safe space that was Scott McCall’s comforting, loving arms. 


So over the past two years I’ve really been working on face structure.  I suffered badly from same face syndrome, it was pretty much the same face over and over with just different skin and hair.

I was just looking back through art this morning and really glad to see how far I’ve come just with my warcraft doodles I’ve been putting up here.  I still have a lot more improving to do, but I’m happy to see I’m making strides and getting a little closer to a goal I set a while ago.

You can kind of see the progress with the Night elves at the bottom, all of those are much older art, a year or more and they still have a lot of similarities, but up through the Draenei and the Tauren faces are much more recent and show a lot more improvement for differing faces. Tauren being the most recent and showing the most progress.

I’m pretty happy and looking forward to even more improvement in the years to come <3

My Mate

AN: This ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be. And it’s not as funny as the original post, BUT this is how this particular conversation would go in my head. This is Rhys telling Cassian and Azriel and Amren about Feyre for the first time. And many thanks goes to @fuckyeahazriel for inspiring me to write this fic <3 (You are one of my new favorite people).

“By the Cauldron, Rhys,” Cassian said, finally breaking into a grin, his wings perking back up from where they’d fallen limply on the ground at the sight of his High Lord and friend, “by the Cauldron, it’s good to see you.”

He and Azriel had both frozen in their spots when Rhys had walked through the door of the House of Wind, both unaware that the fight was over for now, both unaware that Amarantha had been killed. Both unaware that Rhys and the rest of the High Lords had finally, finally been released.

Both unaware of how and why Rhys was returning to them.

Amren had just given him a polite nod and gone straight back to drinking the blood of whatever the butcher in Velaris had happened to have that day.

Rhys gave Cassian a half grin that only part of him felt—the part of him that hadn’t disappeared with Feyre. “Fifty years, and that’s all you have to say to me?”

From her spot before the fire, sprawled over a plush-looking armchair and picking at her teeth with a delicate nail, Mor snorted. She’d entered with Rhys and simply sauntered past a gaping Cassian and Azriel. “Cassian’s not one for eloquent language and big speeches,” she said, crossing one ankle over the other and letting her head fall back on the armrest. Her golden hair seemed to shimmer in the firelight. Rhys didn’t remember his cousin being so beautiful. Or he did, but he’d been so distracted by another beauty…a different kind of beauty…

Cassian shrugged. “Why waste my precious air on extraneous words and sentences that don’t need to be nearly as long as they are?”

Azriel flicked an eyebrow up, his hands clasped behind his back. “You’re immortal.”

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anonymous asked:

What does Otabek's family think of Yuri? and what does Yuri's grandpa think of Otabek?

(Omg yessss I think about this so much)

•Both Otabek’s family and Yuri’s grandpa had known the other before they started dating since they were friends beforehand
•They were both pretty worried about what their families would think, since they’re so close with them
•Otabek’s family was extremely wary of their Beka being so close to the Russian Punk at first
•He didn’t exactly have the best reputation so they were right to be worried
•Otabek just wanted his family to like Yuri as much as he liked him
•It was extremely awkward at first (Yuri was nervous too but didn’t want to admit it) but eventually they grew to love Yuri like another son
•When they first found out they were dating, his family definitely had a mixed reaction at first
•Yuri wasn’t exactly their vision of the ideal guy they wanted dating Otabek
•But they also saw how happy Yuri made him so they did warm up to their relationship
•Yuri wanted Nikolai to approve of Otabek since he was his first friend and he really liked him
•Nikolai was pretty unsure about Otabek, since he had a mysterious bad boy reputation
•He’s super protective of his grandson so he only wants the best friends for him
•But when he first met Otabek he was kind and polite and helpful and absolutely nothing like his reputation
•So eventually he approved of him and he became another grandson
•Yuri would talk about his crush on him all the time to Nikolai so he could see just how much Otabek means to him
•When they started dating he was happy because he knew how happy he made his grandson and completely supported it
•Otabek and Yuri were thrilled with how supportive their families were, and it made them that much happier with the relationship

-Mod Jess

Are they dropping hints Sarah McLachlan will be in the musical episode? If so, that would be all kinds of awesome. She’s great.

It took me a second to remember why I thought that was also kind of queer. I mean, it could have been because her song Ice Cream provided the title and theme song for ‘Better than chocolate’ - lesbian movie shot in Vancouver that at the time pretty much every lesbian had seen. Slim pickings. And hey, happy ending!

…or it could be that she founded the Lilith Fair tour, showcasing female musicians - hugely popular with women who love women…

…or was it because Sarah McLachlan then appeared in a cameo on Ellen Degeneres’ sitcom. The storyline not at all being about Ellen going to Lilith Fair ‘Womyn Fest’ to meet ladies after her break-up?

So yeah, if Sarah ends up singing on The Song in Your Heart, wouldn’t that be another funny coincidence of accidental queer references on Once? Of all the artists they could pick? I mean, there’s no way the writers would know obscure lesbian pop culture from the nineties, and remember some random episode of Ellen and…


encrypted-cat  asked:

I have an amazing idea. Could you draw whoever you want from the undertale cast, as a marshmellow

This ended up being one of those times where I finished, sat back, looked at my paper, and asked myself “what the heck just happened”

So! The first person I thought of when I saw this was Sans

Then I drew him a buddy

Then I made more

And then just for the heck of it I drew the marshmallow goats as literal marshmallows

So uhm yeah that happened

@encrypted-cat I’m pretty sure none of us expected this to occur…but it did, and now I’m not sure if I’m happy or terrified. Thank you for the request, nonetheless!✨

Also let me just say, @encrypted-cat, you… oh my goodness, you seem to constantly be bringing me a smile with some sweet comment on a piece or a really kind ask. Thank you so much for all of your kind words.✨

Behind These Bars

Daryl Dixon Imagine

based on a request. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this done. I had most of it done a month ago but for some reason didn’t know how to end the story.
Sorry for that.

Negan takes Daryl “on a walk” to show him a secret. Daryl is suprised when Negan shows him a girl he’s holding captive in a large cage calling her his secret-weapon (harley-style, as requested. :D)

Word count: 1802

approximated reading time: 7 minutes

Daryl was walking behind Negan, his eyes shifting from left to right looking for ways to escape this hell rather sooner than later. Negan had taken him out of his cell to ‘go for a walk’ today and no matter how hard Daryl tried to find one, there was no logical reason for Negan to have him out here. They walked through dark corridors and multiple locked doors, it looked like he was leading Daryl through the maximun security wing of a prison. Was he going to kill him? No, he wouldn’t go through all this if he wanted to kill Daryl. Negan would do it somewhere for everyone to see. For Rick to see.
“I wanna show ya somethin’”, Negan said opening one more door. “The apple of my fuckin’ eye.” He did this little leaning back he did on almost every word he stressed. He was a strange man, overexaggerating everything he did. Playing a role. Daryl was sure that in the end this was Negan’s weak point: he was playing a character, every little crack in this role would lead to his downfall in the end. And whatever was behind this door, Daryl was sure it would play a big part in overthrowing Negan. He must have been aware of that as well, so why on earth would he lead Daryl down here?!
“Ya brought your bucket and mop!?” Negan looked him all over and Daryl nodded quickly. He had lived his whole life trying to be invisible, obeying to an abusive father and drinking brother, he knew how to make this kind of people happy. Negan was no different than them, a little bit more to the crazy side but overall, he was as easy to please.
“Good.” Negan laughed. “Fuckin’ great.” That little leaning-back thing again and with a big grin on his face he swung the door open.
The room that lay behind was dominated by a big cage. No, not dominated. The cage was pretty much all there was to the room. There was a bed in there and a small bundle of white clothes lying in the other corner.

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Here’s my lovely wonderful marshmallow that I love so much with all my heart~<3 She’s such a precious and lovely person, I love her so much, she have been here in my worse time, but at my best as well, I’m not really a big fan of valentine day since this kind of celebration is especially commercial, but I still wanted to show her how much I appreciate her for being in my life and how much she mean to me. So I had that really silly idea of Crane offering Chill a flower cone since it’s something he do quite often and he always end up pretty messy all the time covered with pollen and petals.

I love you so much @azraeltree ~<3 thank you for being in my life~<3 I couldn’t ask for anything better~<3

bnha 136 ramble!

This chapter made me smile… a lot…

First off let me start with Sir. Sir sees his quirk more as a curse than a blessing.

He’s hesitant to use it, not just because of the setback it has, but because of the inevitability of an accident or something, or in most cases death.

He’s still grief-stricken about All Might’s future because he knows just how accurate it is, he knows that his foresight can’t be altered.

For a second, I honestly thought that he was still pissed off at All Might, like right here:

but he’s just afraid of people turning out like All Might… 

Look at how sad he is here… this single panel puts a lot of depth into Sir’s character. We get ti see a more vulnerable side of him. It’s not like he hates using his quirk, he’s afraid of what he’s going to see, heck, I’m pretty sure if his foresight didn’t have a 24-long interval setback or whatever he still wouldn’t use it on people…

After what he saw in All Might’s future, what are the chances that it can’t happen again to someone else?

Overall, I just find it sweet how Sir still feels sad about All Might, and how he still cares about him. Nobody really completely understands the weight of his words here apart from Gran Torino, so it’s pretty hard on them.

and omfg to bnha’s ost “my hero academia” while reading this chapter really fits the mood! XD

I honestly thought their relationship would be a little more salty, but this is refreshing though, seeing both of them talk about Izuku and all, even though Horikoshi didn’t go deep into their converstaion…

Sir’s is already starting to acknowledge Izuku, and I really like that, I didn’t expect it to come so soon, but it still made me happy. Sir’s opinion of Izuku hasn’t changed yet, but it’s getting there.

I also want to appreciate the relationship that the big 3 has:

even though we still don’t know much about them it’s pretty obvious that they all got each others back when it comes to emotional situations too so that’s cool.

This was my favorite part of the chapter. Bless Horikoshi for this scene, Aizawa coming from nowhere and unintentionally lightening up the mood was just so sweet.

Tbh, it will be kind of awkward having Izuku, Uraraka and the rest call Aizawa eraserhead will be kinda weird…but I guess I’ll get used to it.


we’ve only seen a dadzawa/izuku scene  like once or so in the manga, and that was after Izuku’s first fight with Bakugou, so this was… really sweet.

I don’t know if it was Izuku or Kirishima that said “I’ll follow you forever” but this was hilarious XD

Gonna appreciate how pretty Overhaul looks here… hot damn he’s a beauty!

I don’t know why but I really just had a hunch that Eri’s room would look like this… also

I want to murder this guy.

I see such a strong connection forming between Izuku an Eri in the future… and I also see a bunch of new headcanons on tumblr. So just like my friend indy said,