and even the colour could have been better


12x14 “The Raid”
If Looks Could Kill….

I have to admit I did like this moment. For one, because I just love Dean’s expressions and body language here. But it gets even better when considering that Dean is wearing the colour combination that has been coded and connoted with the MoC/Amara arc. And of course Ketch’s entire play to get Dean to work with him/them alludes to the MoC arc too. Ketch - like so many people are underestimating Dean - and I dearly hope that will bite the BritMoL in the ass rather sooner than later. Also, as an aside: They have been focusing and drawing attentions to Ketch’s cross tattoo so so so often now, if this tattoo in the end will turn out to have no meaning at all (I actually would like it if he was a double agent or sth. lol) and it will remain an unfired Chekhov’s gun like the grenade launcher for Dean, I’ll be very disappointed.


Hi loves! So 2 weeks passed and I’m back with another part of my long-ass Evak fanfiction recs series, hooray! I never know what else to write here, so I’ll just shut up for now. All the fics can be found under the cut. Happy reading!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
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Thanks to cakenokaibutsu for the help

for the prompt: Valentine’s day SNS 2k15

True affection (Robb Stark x Female!Reader)

Prompt: Hi :) Can you do a Robb Stark x Reader please? Maybe we see the stages of their relationship as their meeting, their love, their betrothal, their marriage, the pregnancy of the reader, the birth of their child? It’s just an idea and I’m sorry if there are mistakes, I’m French :)

Note: @tiiffanym I really loved this request, so i hope i did it justice!

Robb Stark x reader

When your Parents told you that the carriage was nearing Winterfell, you felt sick. The closer you got to Winterfell, the closer you were to your life changing forever. It had been Ned Stark who had proposed the marriage, and your parents had been delighted. House Stark and House Y/L/N had been allies for centuries – It made sense to strengthen that tie.

You were less thrilled about the idea. You had only ever met Robb once, when you were young, and had no idea as to what kind of man he might be now. Your mother reassured you that Ned was an honourable man, and that his son would be to, but it was little help.

As you approached the gates of Winterfell, you couldn’t deny how beautiful it was; and as Robb Stark took your arm and helped you out of the carriage, you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful too.

When you were both on solid ground, Robb kneeled in front of you, and kissed your hand “Lady Y/n, you are as beautiful I remember.”

You blushed at the compliment, and hoped he was as kind a man as his words suggested.

You quickly got used to not only the North, but to the Stark family. Arya and Rickon were little wolves, constantly exploring the surrounding forests, returning caked in mud (much to Catelyn’s chagrin). Sansa had the voice of an angel, Bran was a genius with a bow, and Robb – well he was just perfect.

The two of you had connected quickly, and you complemented each other well. Where he was hot headed, you were cool, he was proud, and you were logical, and you both adored each other.

It had been a month since you had first arrived in the North, and you had spent most days with Robb, with him showing you around the castle or riding together around the surrounding grounds of the castle.

You were sat together in the Gods wood when he first told you that he was in love with you.

You looked up at him in slight shock before he continued “Y/N, I had always accepted that when I married it would be out of duty, to create an alliance but…” he paused for a moment “You are like no one I have ever met. I love you.”

You weren’t sure that you would ever be able to stop smiling. Your eyes met at you both leaned in to the kiss. When your lips met his you were certain that Winterfell was where you belonged. That he was where you belonged.

When you pulled away he let out a sigh at the lack of contact, so you moved to sit closer to him. Without having to think he wrapped his arm around your waist. You leaned it his touch.

“I love you too Robb.”

The day you married Robb was one of the best days of your life. You, like Robb, had never expected to be able to marry someone that you truly loved. You waited anxiously in the chapels door way. Arya was fidgeting, pulling at her dress trying to get comfortable.

You were shocked when Arya acquiesced to being one your bridesmaids, and you suspected that this would be the last time you ever saw her in a ball gown until her own wedding. Sansa looked like a Queen, in her bridesmaid dress. You were suddenly overwhelming proud of the two girls.

When you heard the Organ begin to play, your father took your arm and you began to walk down the aisle. The night before you had been so nervous that something would go wrong, that you would trip and fall or something would happen to your dress.

Those fears quickly exited your mind as soon as you saw Robb. His jaw dropped when he first saw you, and his eyes filled with tears. You looked stunning. The dress was simple, and fitted you perfectly, hugging your body in all of the right places.

Your house colours had been sewn intricately into the hem, and it was better then you could have ever hoped for. All of the great Northern houses were in attendance, but you barley even acknowledged them, with all of your attention on Robb.

Robb was grinning besides you as you both stood in front of the septon. Your soon to be husband slipped his hand into yours as you exchanged your vows. You squeezed his hand, as you promised to love him until the day that you died.

The cloak Robb wrapped around you was beautiful, it had the Stark crest embroidered onto a deep blue background, and the lining of the cloak was pure white wool. You wondered how many hours it had taken to craft something so beautiful.

“You many now kiss the bride” called out the septon, once Robb had wrapped the cloak around you.

Robb cupped your face gently with his hands and leaned down to kiss you, you flung your arms around his neck and pressed your body close to his.

When Robb pulled away from you, he looked like he was so full of love that he might burst. “I Love you so much Y/n Stark.” When he pulled you into another kiss, the room let out a cheer.

It had been four months since you last moons blood, and five months since you and Robb got married. Maester Luwin had confirmed your suspicions. You were pregnant.

You knew Robb would be happy, you were carrying the air to Winterfell inside of you, but you were still nervous to tell him. You said a quick prayer to both the Old Gods and the seven that he would be as pleased as you were.

Robb was out hunting when you found out that you were pregnant, he would be back early the next morning. You let out a groan. You were desperate to tell someone. When you saw Catelyn, you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Lady Stark, there is something I must tell you, Robb is not here and I have to tell someone.” You gushed, and Catelyn gave you a knowing smile.

“Y/n please, you must call me Catelyn” she insisted “What is It you must tell me?”

“I’m with child” you whispered excitedly, relieved to finally share the secret.

Your mother in law pulled you into a tight hug “I have had my suspicions, you have been absolutely glowing this past few weeks.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a mother” you muttered, slightly in shock.

Catelyn let out a laugh “I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandmother.”

Robbs reaction to your pregnancy had been even better then you could have hoped. As soon as the words had left your mouth he had lifted you up into his arms. You buried your head into the crook of his neck. You couldn’t tell if he was crying or laughing, but you knew he was overjoyed.

Throughout the pregnancy Robb had been extremely protective of you, worrying about everything you did. You couldn’t even go on a ride without him insisting to come with you. Arya had told you that he was obsessed, but you found his care endearing.

The bump had started to show just after you broke then news to Robb, and the Starks were constantly crowding around you, trying to see if the baby was kicking yet.

You were lying in bed curled up with Robb the first time that you felt the baby kick. Robb was snoring softly when you woke him.

“Robb! The baby’s kicking!” you elbowed him lightly and he groggily began to wake up.

He quickly came to his senses when he heard the word baby “Wait Y/n is everything okay?” he said, shooting up quickly.

He quickly placed his hand against your bump, a smile spreading across his face. You couldn’t wait to start your family with the man you loved.

Giving birth was the hardest thing that you had ever done, but Robb got you through it. Despite the midwifes insistence that Robb needed to leave, he remained stuck to your side, holding your hand the whole time.

“Come of Y/n one more push. You can do this.”

“I-I I Can’t do this Robb…” you said exhausted “Please I can’t”

Robb squeezed you hand tight “You can do this love.”

It took the last of the energy you had left, but you gave one final push. You didn’t immediately hear the baby cry, and panic rose in your chest. Was there something wrong, was your baby safe?

Then you heard the baby cry. Your baby. It was the best sound you had ever heard.

Robb was silent as the midwife place the baby in his arms, totally in awe of the tiny person you had both created. He looked on the edge of tears.

“Y-y/n… we’ve got a daughter Y/n. Our little girl.”

You let out a sob when you saw your child. Suddenly all of the hours of pain and discomfort were forgotten, as Robb handed you your daughter. Her eyes were closed as she grabbed onto your little finger with her hand. You hadn’t known you could love someone so much.

Robb kissed you on the forehead, then kissed the top of your baby’s head “She’s perfect, you’re perfect. Gods I love you both – more than I know how to say.”

You looked up at your husband, the man you loved “Lyanna. She’s called Lyanna.” The look on his face told you that it was perfect.

Tell me who you’ve been seeing; even if I have never heard of them–that will be all the better. I try to invent you for myself, but find I really have only 2 twigs and 3 straws to do it with. I can get the sensation of seeing you–hair, lips, colour, height, even, now and then, the eyes and hands, but I find you going off, to walk in the garden, to play tennis, to dig, to sit smoking and talking, and then I can’t invent a thing you say–This proves, what I could write reams about–how little we know anyone, only movements and gestures, nothing connected, continuous, profound.
—  Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, 7 September 1925
On Set || Conor Maynard

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Word Count: 1k+

A/N: this is based on the set of grenade, where the reader is playing the part of the ‘grenade’. enjoy!!xo

“These teeth feel horrible.” You mutter as the makeup artist began to shape the fake teeth in your mouth, and a completely different woman began to pack the brightly coloured blush onto the apples of your cheeks. Unable to speak anymore until they were moulded, you begin to think about how you wouldn’t have even considered doing this if it wasn’t for Conor being one of your long time friends in the industry and having been in every single one of his music video’s, it would’ve been wrong to deny the opportunity to be in this one.

Initially, he’d asked you to be the girl he was going after, but after he explained the concept of the entire video, you could think of nothing better than being the ‘grenade’. And you were right in thinking that it’d be fun, it was just the steps it took to get there that sucked ass. But before you knew it, the entire makeup was done, and you were finally allowed to look in the mirror. You had to admit, you were excited to see what the makeup artists had managed to do in the short space of time that they had.

The mirror was held up in front of your face, and you gasp in shock before bursting out into laughter, caressing all of the added features and the hair on the bottom of your chin with wide eyes. “This is incredible!”

You continue to praise the makeup artists for a little while before you smirked to yourself and decided to go and show Conor the finished product. You walk out of the small room and onto the set, glancing around the room for just a moment before you spotted Conor stood over the other side of the room, talking to a few of the producers with a serious look on his face.

You smirk and re-route so that instead of coming up directly in front of him, instead you approached him from behind. You give yourself a little run-up and jump onto his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, keeping yourself up until he reached out instinctively and gripped onto your ass, keeping you up securely as he turned his head around to look at you.

His eyes widen and he stares at you as if you were an alien as you giggle and wiggle your eyebrows at him, licking your newly found teeth. “So, whaddya think?”

“You look- you look- just- wow.” He struggles to find the right words as you jump off of his back and he turns around to look down at you with his eyes still widened. “I think I’ve had this nightmare before.”

You roll your eyes and smirk, resting your hands on your hips and winking at Mikey as he walked right past the two of you, obviously not recognizing you at all. You snort, running a hand through your hair and glancing over your shoulder. “Is everything ready for the shoot?”

“Almost.” He nods, furrowing his eyebrows and playing with the bottoms of your hair. “I thought they said that they were putting your hair up?”

“I said no, they called me a drama queen, I laughed.” You shrug, looking down at your hair and fiddling with it. “They can take away my pride, and my white teeth that I’ve worked hard for since I first brushed my tooth when I was two, but they will not take away my hair.”

“Different face, same attitude,” Conor smirks, and you wink up at him playfully, pushing the thick framed glasses up your nose. He looks down at you and smiles slightly. “You should keep the glasses, they suit you.”

You hold your hand over your heart and gasp in a mocking sense of hurt. “And the teeth don’t?”

“They’re not the greatest, I’ve gotta be honest.”

“That’s sad, I was thinking of keeping 'em.” You reply sarcastically, biting your lip and shoving your hands into your back pockets of your skinny jeans with a small chuckle as you look over your shoulder at the camera crew with a breathy laugh. “Con, I hope you understand how incredible this is.”

When you look back, he furrows his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You roll your eyes with a fond smile, gesturing around the room. “Con, this is all for you, granted Jack played a part too, but you know what I mean.” She grins, and Conor can’t help the smile that grows on his lips. “Babe, look around, and think about how much of a small budget you had back when we were brainstorming your first ever music video. You’ve created a world, and I’m so proud of you.”

He smiles softly, reaching out and twiddling with your hair, something he did often when the two of you found yourselves in a situation where you were just stood, talking. “I couldn’t have done any of it without you.”

You snort. “That’s a lie and you know it.”

“No, no it’s not.” He shakes his head, a small frown on his face. “(Y/N), my first music video was a hot mess, but it wouldn’t have even been that if it wasn’t for you, being there reassuring me every step of the way that everything was gonna be okay. I remember that one day you couldn’t come to set because you had a dentist appointment, and honestly, I didn’t do anything but say maybe that day, because I felt like I couldn’t make a decision without you.”

You smile slightly, “Con-”

“No, let me finish.” He interrupts, and you nod slowly, looking up at him through your purposefully clumped eyelashes. “I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you. I would’ve backed out of this life the moment I stepped into it, and there’s definitely no way I’d be as happy as I am today, without your goodmorning text with those three hearts that give me the inspiration to get out of bed.”

He exhales softly when he finishes, and you simply stare up at him, chuckling slightly as you began to speak. “If I didn’t look like this right now, I’d kiss you.”

“I get that.” He nods, a mocking serious look on his face before he cracked a smile.

The kiss could wait until you didn’t have miccilanious pieces of false food in-between your false teeth.

huremsultan  asked:

bluesey + “you don’t even have a clue about the things you do to me”

This is slightly (very slightly) nsfw, so please be warned!

Gansey had been in Blue’s room only a couple of times before. Generally whenever he and the boys visited 300 Fox Way, they spent their around the kitchen talking to the other ladies of the house, but it had been in very few occasions that Gansey had been granted the wish of being alone with Blue in her room.

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Tbh Wanda loves using her powers to pin down her partners while she rides them

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Wanda’s eyes glimmered down at the beautiful girl pinned beneath her body, whining and writhing in anticipation.

You both loved to play this game.

The game where you would bend to Wanda’s every will, letting her take control in her own playful and incredibly sexy way.

With her, there was no need for physical restraints. No necessity for your wrists to be held behind your back or on each end of the headboard with rope, silk scarves, or handcuffs - though, sometimes they were brought in just to mix things up. No - the two of you had discovered there was something you both found much, much more arousing. When Wanda used nothing but her powers of physical manipulation to keep you exactly where she wanted.

Tonight, you were Wanda’s plaything.

“Look at you, my sweet girl.” Wanda hummed. Her breath faltered when her clit brushed against your pubic bone, before it left on a shivering exhale. She took the time to drink in the image before her. You had already stripped each other of any clothing. You were reclined on the bed between her legs, hair a sexed-up tousled mess and chest expanding with every panting breath you gulped. She had you wrists arranged stretched above your head, kept there by a swirling red energy.

Wanda’s gentle fingertips found the silk smooth skin on the inside of your forearms and they trailed their way down the bare flesh of each arm. When her touch reached just below your underarms, she applied some pressure, allowing her fingernails to bite ever so lightly into your skin as she carved her path down your sides. You fought back a moan, intoxicated by the way she dominated you with such a cherishing touch.

Her warm, familiar hands found their destination on your hips, where she gripped before closing her lips to yours in an innocent enough kiss that soon turned breathy and desperate. You let out an involuntary whimper at the loss when her lips began to pull away, but your longing was immediately relieved as her kisses travelled to your jaw and cascaded down your neck to your collarbone.

A tingling sensation on your pelvis caught your attention and you cast your eyes down your body to see that Wanda had removed her hands from your hips. You were now anchored there to the bed by glowing red wisps that tickled your skin delightfully. Your head lolled back against the bed covers in submission while Wanda brought herself upright.

She wasted no time in beginning to grind down on you, her hand resting just below your ribs to steady herself as she moved. With every roll of Wanda’s hips against yours, came a strangled whimper from your throat and instinctive desire to buck your hips in return. But no matter how desperately you wanted to meet Wanda halfway, any attempt was impossible.

Wanda reached behind her back and ran her fingers through your wetness. You sucked in a breath when she slipped two fingers inside of you and began to curl them upwards in a beckoning motion. She didn’t relent in the rolling of her hips into yours, but instead timed each act with the other to create a dizzying rhythm of pleasure in your core.

Just when you could have sworn it couldn’t get any better than what Wanda was already stirring inside of you, a startling but oh-so-welcome sensation took over your clit. You didn’t even have to look down to know that all you would see was Wanda’s scarlet magic. And your hands would have been clutching and clawing at the bedspread if they weren’t secured well above your head by the exact same thing.

The stimulation to your clit was so wonderfully intense, your eyes squeezed shut and it felt like you were crashing through new dimensions of colour and light. You began to shake as suddenly the most incredible orgasm of your life was crashing through you.

Wanda’s soothing kisses to your neck and shoulders coaxed you back to reality. You felt so gloriously spent.

“You are so stunning.” Wanda breathed against your skin, and then lifted her head up, her weight resting on her elbows, and looked down at you.

Mustering enough energy from somewhere, you lifted a hand to tuck her long ash brown locks behind her ear, your fingers lingering on the delicate skin of her cheek.

“You are so magical.” You said adoringly and Wanda’s face tinted pink. She hid in the crook of your neck and again began to pepper you with kisses, nibbling tenderly every now and again.

No more please.

Valentine’s Loneliness

So I meant to write this last Valentine’s day but never got round to it, so this is set in 2016′s Valentine’s Day. 

Danny sighed as his eyes began to feel heavy and he figured it was time to retire to bed.

‘What a way to spend Valentine’s day,’ Dan thought to himself as he started blowing out candles. Normally he wouldn’t care about Valentine’s day since he’s been single for it for the last few years but this year he wasn’t single, though he might as well be, most people in the world who knew of him thought he was.

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Latest sketches! 


- Twelve (could be better)

- Eight (i’m not even sure if it looks like him?)

They’ll be inked and coloured. I may try and include some washi tape in them as well. I’ve been seeing so many lovely art journals that have incorporated it into their portraits. I’ll probably fix eights eyes, even though it doesn’t look like that on paper. 

ariesbro  asked:

Your use of colors is amazing 😭😭do you have any tips for me on how to use oil paints and get the right colors to work sorry if this is a weird question I just really wanna get into oils but dunno how, you can ignore this if u want lol

Hey I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this - it’s been in my inbox for ages. Which is why I’m going to elaborate on my answer:

Oil paint really has become my favourite media, I’ve just fallen in love with the smell, the consistency, the way it applies - it’s very forgiving actually in the way that it takes longer to dry but it also kind of has a mind of it’s own… It takes some getting used to, but I just really really love working with oils so much. <3 

so, first step: When mixing colours it’s porbably best to first do some research on basic colour theory and mixing techniques. (Wether you need to dilute your paint depends on your workflow for example, so these are just things you’re going to figure out along the way) 

That should actually cover most of what you’re porbably asking… But I’ve learned a thing or two in the past couple of years, so here’s some tips: 

1. start with the lightest colour and then gradually, slowly, add the darker ones -> you can always go darker, but adding white will always make your colours look pastel and they’ll loose their vibrancy (unless you’re going for that)

2. to mute tones, mix in complimentary colours. For example: If you’re feeling that your crimson red is a little too bright, mix in a tiny bit of green

3. use glass as a surface when mixing. This is probably the most valuable tip I can give you. Glass is easy to mix on because the paint doesn’t stick to it immediately and it’s easy to clean. You could use an old picture frame or simply buy a piece of glass at your local hardware store.

4. use a BIG surface to mix on. Don’t underestimate how much space you’ll need to mix your colours! Trust me, it will be more than you expect, and you’ll be happy about the extra space. 

5. clean yer fucken palette and brushes. Do it properly, get some turpentine (brush cleaner). Do it before the paint dries!!! AND DON’T FORGET ABOUT YOUR BRUSHES WHEN THEY’RE SOAKING IN TURPENTINE. I cannot stress this enough. Oil painting materials are fucking expensive and I’ve made that mistake before.

6. mix in big batches. Depending on which format you’re working in, always mix a little more than you think you’ll need. Even if you don’t use all of it, mixing the same colour twice is almost impossible and you’ll most likely be able to use that leftover colour as a base for another one.

7. do real life studies. There is just no way around this. If you want to get the colour right, you have to practice. There is no magic trick, unfortunately… it really doesn’t matter if you’re painting from life or still life - It’s about teaching your brain to translate the colour you’re seeing onto the canvas. This is important.

I could go into detail on colour theories and mixing techniques but that’s basically been covered loads and loads of times by people who are much better at explaining than I am. The best and most important advice I can give you is really just to step out of your comfort zone and make art. Even if you don’t like it at first, even if you think you get the colours wrong - you might get it wrong. But that doesn’t matter, because thats the only way you’ll improve. And remember, it should be fun! So experiment, draw your own conclusions, do your own research.

 ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ  hope I could help!

x Charlot

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I'm kinda late to this but Lars' skin turning the same pink as Lion doesn't even make sense. Lion is a lion, his fur is pink, not his skin. They could have kept Lar's skin the same and just change his hair color and it would have made more sense.

I agree! They really didnt have to change his skin colour just changing his hair colour would of been better


Word count: 10.2k 

Summary: Everyone’s aura is black until the age of 18 when they get their own personal colour. No one’s is ever the same. Except Dan’s. Dan is 23 and has been waiting for 5 years to wake up with his own colour. But when he meets someone who’s aura is so bright it nearly blinds him, he believes he might be the way to finding his real aura.

Warnings: non this is fluffy as hell with like 2% angst and its just really cute

AN: seems I really like doing fics about colours (shamelessly promotes ’Red’)

He’s like the ocean and I’m the dark grey that fades into black sunk right below him. No one notices black when there’s bright blue to see.


Dan trudged through the streets, working his way to Starbucks. He slipped in and behind the counter, saying hello to his friend and clocking in, sighing at how many bright colours were around him.

“Still no luck?” Louise asked him as she passed him a drinks order and he rolled his eyes, gesturing to himself.

“Am I still black?”

“It will happen soon I’m sure,” she said, patting his shoulder and Dan raised his eyebrows.

“Lou I am the only twenty three year old to still have a black aura after turning eighteen. No one’s colour is black but it’s mine and I hate it. It’s never going to change and I’m going to be murky for the rest of my life,” he told her, passing her the drink he made as she sighed at him.

“You just need to find something to make you happy. Then you will start to take on colour,” she said and Dan rolled his eyes.

“I wish.”

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(@jonsa-countdown wow so many things to read! I almost forgot to post this. Anyway, hope you guys like It!)

“A King” she had began,“ needs to know how to dance.”

Jon looked partly amused and somewhat perplexed.“ Aye,I shall then use my kingly dancing prowess to charm the Night King ” he said with a little grin.

She glared at him, the best that she could.“ Can you not think of anything else besides our impending doom?”

“It’s the only thing we should be thinking off” he reprimanded.

“It’s the only thing we actually think, talk and worry about. Perhaps, a bit of a distraction wouldn’t be too much to ask?”

Jon let out a sigh and she looked at him as he leaned further against the chair to think. They were alone in the room, fire burning at the corner and empty cups of soup in their hands.

“I do know how to dance. You’re the one who taught me remember?”

Sansa pursed her lips, the memory was a bit fresh in her mind. The most striking of it, however, was how painfully formal they two of them had been.“ Of course I should have accounted for the numerous dancing opportunities the Night’s Watch probably had. Forgive me, Jon. I made the mad assumption that you might have become a bit rusty.”

Jon chuckled. It’s a sweet enough sound that she didn’t get to hear often enough. Though the thought was sad on it’s own, she knew that it made the moments where he did let his guard down much more worth it.

“Now our dance off begins”

Sansa let out a small grin. He stretched out his hands before standing to his feet.“ I do remember certain things but the rest are” he trailed off. She nodded and did the same.

“How old were we back then? When you taught me how to dance? It’s seems like ages ago.” He asked softly. Sansa placed a hand on his shoulder and used the other to lead his hands around her waist.

She swallowed at the feeling.“ I’m not sure either. Nine? Ten?” Sansa shrugged.

“No music?”

“ I could sing if you like?”

He shook his head. “How are you going to teach then?” It was as he spoke that Jon leaned a bit closer to her.

“Okay then, follow my lead.”

As far she remembered, Jon hadn’t been a bad dancer. Sansa knew he could have been better if he actually gave some serious effort, but right now? “What are you doing? Why are you so jiggly? ”

“I’m dancing!” He replied scandalized, a light blush colouring his cheeks.“ I can’t even see my feet.”

“Do you see your feet when you walk or fight?” Sansa couldn’t help but to let out a laugh at his indignity.

“Don’t laugh!”

It had only made her laugh harder.

Now though, it brings tears to her eyes.

The memory plays in her mind as she glances at the room. Sansa clenches her fists and holds her chin up high. It shouldn’t reduce her to tears. It is her strength. The memory of him.

Androgyny: Not Just for White Thin People Anymore

So I’m delighted to say that, after a lot of self-discovery and changes to my general aesthetic (and after embracing a lot of things I felt I wasn’t allowed to embrace previously), I’ve nailed a few methods to slide into androgynous fashion without brutal erasure of anyone who isn’t a pale, young ectomorph. 

For years I’ve been having trouble figuring out how to have a less binary appearance in my wardrobe, but I felt very stifled when I saw almost zero sources for folk who wish to, say, display their breasts, or not tuck, or use make up or even simply enjoy colours or sparkles or y’know, joy. We could rant till our lung cave about the obvious classist, ableist, racist, sexist, anti-femme, anti-fat rhetoric that institute these oppressive boundaries, but I think it’s been said better elsewhere, so for now, here’s a simple list of pointers I’ve found that really helped me step out of that frankly boring white, thin and plain hierarchy embedded into androgynous fashion concepts. 

Come along with me to expand some androgynous horizons!

I made a little acronym for those moments when I stand in front of a mirror going, “What the hell am I going to mash together so people can tell I’m going for a look that’s not specifically binary in gender aspects?”

It goes like this: Footwear, Accesories, Colours and Themes. The FACTs of my ensemble. It helps me clear my head, go for an objective and not mull around in my own insecurities or dysphoria that can really distract me from putting together a bangin’ outfit. 

Footwear: Focusing on my shoes not only allows me to fit together a cool look, it priorities what I need to do that day. Am I walking a lot? Might wanna skip any shoes that can hurt over time. I’m a big believer in comfort and aesthetic being in harmony, so making my body happy by leaving difficult wearing things home for fancier, less mobile days keeps me in check- if I feel good, I’ll probably look good, because I’ll be happier and less focused on pain or chafing.

You can always dress up a basic black walking shoe, or sneakers/flats/boots. Plus, starting from bottom to top can waive away the dread of facing yourself head on and trying to slap things together after fretting over how your skin or hair looks, or how your body shape is affecting you that day. Socks can also add in to this feature, so if they apply, factor in their participation as well. Once again, focus on feet first!

Accessories: Get things that you know you like to wear with nearly any outfit. They don’t have to be high class gems or ties- if you use stim toys or gear, please feel free to incorporate them as necklaces, etc.; if you have a bag or hat you love, that can add lots of statement. Don’t forget that tattoos, piercings, hairstyles and mods are also accessories in their own right.
One of the biggest disappointments of hating femme stuff in fashion is the removal of extra details. Those little add-ons can be a big help in loving what you’re wearing. If you have pins, patches, or culturally-specific jewelry relevant to you, those are important and awesome additions to the general cloth that will encase you. They’re also great for individualising yourself- another big feature that’s sometimes scrubbed away in the typically minimalist looks of western androgyny. 

Colours: There are many colours that are decidedly gendered by society, but not being afraid to sport flashes of pink or blue here and there can cement a lot of intention in your appearance, and that confidence can be the backbone to any clothing you choose to wear. Also, wearing lovely or cool or interesting colours/textures can just plain make you feel better, and I’ve found a lot of the point of androgyny is to feel better about the skin you’re in.

If you really want to avoid certain pallettes, consider striking or geometric black and whites in patterns, grey tones that blend into neutrals, metallics like gold and silver, or just going all one colour you’re confident in. Playing with tone is not only fun, it’s a great way to deter people from deciding if your presentation is male or female and relate more to the fascinating use of colour you’ve chosen. I recommend trying out secondary colours like orange, green and purple, as they have a really sweet intermediate quality to them that reflects a lot of non-binary implications. 

Themes: This is my favourite part. The theme of your outfit can be your general aesthetic that appears from your constants, like your accessories or your colours- say, if your look is very gothic, or pastel, or retro- that’s a general theme. The qualities appear before you when you gather your items to wear, but the theme is the concept that you intent to portray. 

Themes don’t even have to be gendered at all, and often encapsulate a lot of cool motifs from all kinds of places. It can take on the qualities of something very specific like the renaissance or the 90s, or it can be something as articulated as this cool teacup you saw window shopping once. The variety available is basically the answer to a lot of androgynous fashion prayers. Inspiration will be the key to pursuing more than the dichotimised versions of gender expression.

In plenty of NB fashion, I see a lot of bowties, blazers, hats and wingtips (and often specifically catered to only lean, white CAFAB persons under 40), and if that’s what you’re going for, then that’s super duper. But, I implore you to consider taking on a lot more than a clean-cut office look. I know we all have times and places where everything has to be work appropriate, but even if its just for an hour in your bedroom, try out a style that deviates from prim and proper if even a little bit. There’s immense pressure not to look ‘childish’ or ‘unkempt’ when you stray from gender norms, but that can edge into some classist, transphobic, gross territory very suddenly. I hope you incorporate stuff that’s playful or eclectic, if you want to. This should be kinda fun. 

I’m a very baby-faced person, and often, I worry I lose a lot of years just by wearing cartoon characters or glittery things. I see a definite trend of folks being perturbed by how physically stunted or pre-pubescent they can look when trying to be androgynous, and I understand that’s very frustrating. 

At the same time, I’ve found boxing myself into button ups, boardshorts and kneesocks almost kinda highlights how youthful and round I am. 
So, is there an in-between I can muster? I think there is, but it does have to come along hand in hand with being okay with my general appearance. I can’t magically grow corners, and contouring only handles so much. 

I’ve found instead of trying to mask my features, I ebb along with a linework theme- for me, it’s essentially a ragged look. I have sweaters with lots of stylistic pulls on them, my hair is jagged and has severe angles, my boots come with many winding, looping laces. I arch my eyebrows, I wear a lot of leathery materials, and I point my nails. 
Not only is it a look I actually like, it adds a smattering of lines that I feel I lack, without pressing me like an envelope or stuffing me in a suit. I can keep it looking polished by having manicured hands, cleaning my boots often and tossing on a nicely fitted coat, or using fabrics that match. (I fully admit this is much easier to do in winter or fall, but use warmer seasons to your advantage as everyone tends to be a bit more casual during summery weather.)

Now that I’ve rambled on about my go-to method for gussying up androgynously, here are a few rapid fire tips!

- Get things tailored if you can! Pants that fit you properly, coats, even underwear that holds you correctly is crucial to looking and feeling good. Even if its just one regular article of clothing, I highly recommend a tailored item to seal together everything, or at least a surefire, stretchy, contour fitting article.

 - Remember that showing skin is not strictly feminine or scandalous. Even if it specifically is, embracing a crop top or low rise anything, no matter your size, can add a breezy, fun atmosphere to your look, especially paired with some cool shades or airy fabrics. If cishet dudes can run around with deep V’s, you certainly can, too. Wear as much or as little as you feel comfortable in.

-Boots can save the day. I have several conditions that don’t allow me about 75% of the shoes I’d actually like to wear, sadly, but when I can, it’s boots all the way. Sliding into the right pair of boots can totally bring you together. Not only are they very “unisex fashion”, they come in all kinds of colours and cuts, can add or not add height when needed, and look as hardcore or as professional as you wish. They’re highly personable, too, and usually last a lot longer than cloth shoes or sneakers with rubber soles. 

-Make up can be just as masculising as it can be feminising. While I’m all for using as much colour, powder, glitter and glam as you wish, feel free to use make up to deepen features, highlight a jawline or add on facial hair. There are lots of tutorials online and off for masc make up looks, and even just covering up some blemishes can help you feel more covered and uniform. 
I also support mixing those concepts, inverting them or totally dropping make up altogether. It should be a versatile tool that obeys your command to amplify your concepts, first and foremost. 

-Androgyny is up to you! You get the final say of what’s femme, what’s masc, what’s nb, or anything around those parametres. And if you find you still feel most comfortable in things considered very specifically one way, that’s fine, too. Androgynous style should not be a contest for who “passes” best or who “impresses the cis” most. That toxic ideology tears a lot of the expression and enjoyment out of nb and gnc clothing and pits us against each other. 

-TV shows, mood boards, graphic novels, paintings, people and singers are all great places to pinpoint stuff for looks. They are often groomed for audiences to enjoy their style or their stages, so it’s easy pickings for any kind of inspiration, be it to accessorise or gather a theme or even just consider a general mood.
For me, I get inspiration from direct things like online clothing stores or etsys or 80s music videos, right down to reptile scales or emotions in movies or really pretty beetles or the amber tones in seasonal beers or weird weather outside my window.
Maybe even make an aesthetic blog like this one! THE INSP IS EVERYWHERE~

-CONSULT EACH OTHER! We’re all very different, beautiful people with so many life lessons we can share with one another. I hope my tricks are in any way helpful or inspiring, and I hope you pass along any info you have to me, too! Instead of nervously tugging at our clothing in the mirror or hoping to silently pass for something, we should be showing off how amazing we look with other awesome fashionable persons willing to respect and admire us and our experiences. 

I hope your androgyny is a celebrated, undulating, outstanding experience that gives you room to grow and to love yourself. 
Here’s to all of us finding ways to express ourselves through creative outlets, and looking drop dead gorgeous doing it!


Colours of the rainbow in Cantonese and Mandarin Chinese, plus a few other common colours

Listed are the pronunciations of the colours in TCC, Cantonese and Mandarin. The Romanizations in italics denote an earlier form of Cantonese and Mandarin, virtually no longer used in the modern days, and are written using older Romanizations. Note that the “b” of Jyutping and Pinyin correspond to “p” in Eitel and TCM, for instance. This is merely a difference in orthographic conventions, and does not denote a change in pronunciation.

Also note how the entering tone (tone 5) in TCM correspond to different tones in “lǜ” and “hēi”. It becomes tone 2 in “bái” because of the originally voiced initial in Middle Chinese (and TCC here).

In Chinese, the colours of the rainbow are generally recited as

“紅橙黃綠青藍紫” or “黃橙黃綠藍靛紫”

The word “紫” is generally used to describe the colour of the rainbow, which is “purple” in English. As such, you may hear Chinese speakers calling calling the last colour of the rainbow “purple” as opposed to “violet”.

In Chinese, there aren’t as many words for colours as English does, and a mix of two colours or the name of a fruit/flower followed by a colour is usually the way one describes other colours in Chinese, such as “橙黃(色)” for anything between orange and yellow and “天藍(色)” for sky-blue (“azure”).

While the character “青” has stood for blue/green historically, the Chinese idiom “青出於藍” (literally “green comes from blue”, meaning a student could perform better than their teacher) has proven that blue and green have been distinguished even in ancient times.

*: cing1 is usually used in the literary pronunciation (like for people’s names) with ceng1 being used in the colloquial pronunciation.

**: Note the acute accent on “í”.

+: The  “fwī” reading isn’t listed in the Kwangwun (廣韻), which lists instead “phâiX”. "Fwī” is reconstructed with Sino-Korean, Sino-Japanese and Hakka pronunciations, as this is closer to the “fe1” and “fei1” readings in Cantonese and Mandarin, though these readings may not necessarily have descended from its Middle Chinese counterpart.

anonymous asked:

Hi, so how would the RFA members react to finding out some random drunk guy touches mc w/o permission. Preferably out the weekend of halloween in a cute costume. (This happened to me while getting pizza with my best friend)

Oh my god, anon-nim, I’m so sorry that happened. I hope you’re okay

Also I am sorry I’m posting this up after Halloween, but Halloween never dies (I too, make terrible jokes)


  • he was invited to a club event in Hongdae by his friend
  • you guys decided to do couple costume
  • he was Khal Drogo
  • and you were Khaleesi
  • your dress was normal for the most part, except for the fact that the slits went nearly all the way up your legs
  • the two of you were having a great time on the dance floor
  • until
  • some fuckboy
  • who happened to be a hoobae (underclassman) of Yoosung’s decided that it was fine to grope you
  • but this guy is not smart
  • you felt it graze your skin before you slap it away
  • Yoosung notices as well
  • and he is furious
  • he drags the idiot outside and proceeds to punch him
  • you’re the one who has to stop him before the police arrive
  • he keeps apologising to the police while he’s getting interrogated
  • you hold his hand throughout the whole ordeal


  • you also opt for couple costumes
  • the theme you’ve chosen is harry potter
  • (I HC that Zen is in Slytherin)
  • so in your respective house colours, the two of you headed to a Halloween party to a bar in Itaewon, hosted by one of Zen’s celebrity friends
  • there were so many people from so many different countries enjoying the festivities
  • however one drunk white guy (this happens everywhere really) felt that he was entitled to breach your personal space
  • Zen noticed before you could even react, shoving the man down to the floor
  • he took your hand and led you out, yelling out a quick ‘sorry’ to the host
  • you decided that getting street food would be infinitely better than staying at the party


  • the café is having a Halloween special
  • it has been decorated to look extra spoopy
  • you had practically begged Jaehee to wear a costume for the customers
  • she does the same
  • so she’s dressed as poison ivy
  • and you’re dressed as Harley Quinn
  • you get a few suggestive comments from customers, but nothing that can constitute as harassment per se
  • not until this one intoxicated asshole decides that it’s okay to grab you, cos you’re an employee, the customer is always right (fuck off with that bullshit)
  • you let out a scream because you don’t want to get Jaehee or yourself into trouble for mistreating customers
  • she drops everything as she hears your voice
  • literally drags this out and throws him onto the curb
  • then she calls the police
  • when she finally goes back to you, she holds you chastely


  • his father is holding a company ball for Halloween
  • you two dress up as Gomez and Morticia Addams
  • the night is going smoothly
  • you and Jumin are happily chatting with guests
  • while you’re discussing something with one of the guests, a clearly intoxicated man just grabs your ass
  • Jumin is pissed
  • yells for security to get the man out
  • will not let go of you for the rest of the night
  • but you feel uncomfortable with his hand around you waist so tightly
  • you tell him this and he immediately lets go, opting to hold your hand instead


  • he had finally gotten a day off
  • so you guys went to lotte world
  • dressed as power rangers
  • as you were waiting in line for one of the rides
  • you felt someone grab your ass. he reeks of alcohol
  • you turn around and slap him
  • Seven has to hold you back before you assault the asshole anymore
  • you’re about to burst into tears
  • but Seven has a steady grip on you and pets your hair as the amusement park employees take the man away
  • the employees want to discuss compensation, but all you want to do is go home and hide
  • Seven talks to them hastily and quickly ferries you back to the car
  • he makes sure that you can see his hands at all times


  • the RFA party happens to fall on Halloween
  • you have to bribe him with food to get him to dress up
  • he decides to dress as woody
  • and you go as bo peep
  • he’s next to you the whole night
  • so he doesn’t understand how this guy even managed to get in your vicinity
  • intentionally ignores V
  • but you’re not having any of it
  • calling security on the dickhead
  • V cannot stop apologising to you for the rest of the night
  • you have to eventually get him to stop
  • the environment is making you uncomfortable
  • “please V, let’s just go home”
  • he’s more than willing to oblige, leaving the hosting responsibilities to Jumin


  • he knew this was a bad idea from the beginning
  • you two dressed in fallout jumpsuits
  • it was just a simple outing to a Halloween parade at Myeongdong
  • there were too many people around
  • but you could pinpoint the idiot who decided to touch you
  • you yelped in shock
  • noticing, Saeran lost his shit and tackled the man to the ground
  • when the police showed up, you were expecting them to take Saeran away for hurting the guy
  • but they thanked him
  • apparently this man had attacked several other people
  • he felt terrible that that happened to you
  • so you stepped up and held him, wanting him to protect you with his embrace
6 points from Gryffindor (Draco Malfoy Imagine #2)

“This is pointless!” I exclaimed suddenly, startling both Ginny and Hermione who gave me a poisonous glare while Ginny sniggered behind her hand. “Y/N Y/L/N,” began Hermione for the umpteenth time in the past hour, “You are going to finish this Divination homework, even if I have to sit through heavy snowfall and falling meteorites to make sure you have finished it!” I huffed like a stubborn 6 year old. 

Honestly, with all my heart, I loved that Hermione was trying to help me push my grades up by a whole boundary but I also think she should just.. relax every once in a while. Not just for us, but for her own sanity too. I grabbed the sparkly white quill and dipped it into the pot of rich blue ink, but I had barely positioned the point of the quill anywhere near the crisp parchment when I heard a shout.

 "Well, good afternoon to you,“ Smirked Malfoy, whilst Pansy giggled annoyingly, hanging onto his arm like a horrifying baby koala. I glared at him. The last time the two of us had a run in, it had not been pleasant at all. In fact, if Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape hadn’t come rushing in, I’m pretty sure that one of us would have been in St Mungo’s. Absent-mindedly, I traced the partially healed wound on my wrist that had been wrapped firmly with parchment coloured bandage. "What do you want, Malfoy?” said Ginny reproachfully, I could see the bat bogey hex getting fired up in her mind.

 "Can it, she-weasel,“ snarled Malfoy, Blaise Zabini snickered and as a result, Ginny gave him a look that would have killed even a basilisk. "I’m not here to talk to you, or mud blood Granger over here,” I stood up, my head only reached Malfoy’s collarbones but my mouth could still spit fire. “Well then, I guess you better be on your way then. Unless.. You’re here to have a taste of a thoroughly prepared bat bogey hex. Or maybe even a well catered, sectumsempra?” I scowled. Malfoy looked round at Zabini and the pair of them smirked, before turning back to face me.

 "Oh, no. I’m actually here to tell you that as the new Slytherin prefect, I’m going to have to dock ten points from Gryffindor.“ "On what basis?” asked Hermione, glaring at the egoistic blonde. “Two points because you’re a mud blood, two points because she’s a Weasley, six points because..” Malfoy walked up closer, I took a few steps back and stumbled, but Malfoy grabbed my uninjured wrist with a vice like grip. I winced quietly, biting my tongue. 

 "Six points because your skirt is too long for my liking,“ Theodore Nott howled like a wolf and the rest of the Slytherins burst into hysterics. My tongue froze in my mouth as my face burnt red. Hermione and Ginny looked as stunned as I felt. "I’m sorry– what??” I asked him, regaining my power of speech. Malfoy shoved Pansy to the side and put his hands in his pockets, his eyes did not waver once from mine. 

 "You heard me, Y/L/N, your skirt reaches the top of your knees, that’s too bloody long.“ "Oh yeah?” I squared up to him instinctively, “How long would you prefer it to be?” “I don’t what it to be long, if you didn’t quite understand what I said. I want it, short.” I looked over his shoulder as Pansy let out a shriek of frustration and stalked off. 

There’s only two reasons she would do that. One, if Malfoy told her to get lost, and two, if Malfoy was flirting with someone that wasn’t her.

 "Well then, Prefect, rest assured that from tomorrow, you’ll be giving points rather than docking them,“ I smirked and turned to Hermione and Ginny, pulling them away as Malfoy stood there with his trade mark smirk and a pinkish tinge crawling up his cheeks.

Lemonade Stand {m.c.}

(A/N: Before you read this story, know that it’s set in Australia and our summer is from November to February and also we have $1 and $2 *gold* coins. That’s about as much background info as you need, hopefully.)  

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

Summary: You used to hate Michael because of what happened when you were kids. Until you realised how wrong your perception of him was. 

Word Count: 2,476


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Solangelo. Nico being jealous (Paolo). Cuddles, kisses, hugs, hoodies, “My personal Sunshine”, everything to show his propety on Will. Please. I need it. 
This is for you, Anon! 

Note that I edited this when I was very tired, so don’t judge me too hard for all the mistakes and sentences that don’t mean anything, please. 
Also, I kind of forgot the Paolo part of your request, so Nico is jealous of some guy I made up named Dave. I hope you don’t mind too much. :)


Well, are you mine?

It never really was about Dave (a son of Hermes). Or the way Will was standing way too close to him for Nico’s taste. It never really was about Dave.

It was always about Will. About the way Nico loved Will. How he loved him, achingly and blinding, passionate. Clashing and different, but making each other better and complete.

That’s what it was about. Nico who had lost the one person he cared about most and also the only person he had had. And even though, that wasn’t the case anymore, he still sometimes felt as if a part of him was gone with Bianca. Like the part of him that cared about people the way any normal person did. And maybe all half-bloods feel this way, but the knowledge that death is literally around the corner and could jump out at any given moment, was something Nico was well too aware of.

So his initial response was to keep people away from him. To never let people in, to keep everyone out. And to never feel the heart breaking loss of a loved one.

No one to love, no one to mourn.

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