and i already read my magazine

It’s been a year since and a half since I came to Korea and in that time I’ve met many amazing people. EXO’s Lay hyung is a representative of those people. He is a great dancer and singer, but other than thatLay hyung has his own charm that can not be explained through words. I also want to have my very own charm one day.
[Sebastian]’s really got into it. He’s read all the comics already and spent the last year prepping by just immersing himself in Cold War history, to the point where he would comment on some of the stuff about the origin of the Winter Soldier that I put in the comic. He’d say, ‘Did you know that there really was a General assassinated back then?’ and I’d say, 'Yes, that’s what I based it on - I took actual moments of history and put him into them.’ He was so into the ride and you couldn’t ask for more.
—  Ed Brubaker

anonymous asked:

What do you think changed for Bill and Hillary after 1998 that helped him stop the philandering cycle? Had they done therapy before?

Well, the good news is, we can let them speak for themselves on this topic. I’m making a conscious choice to not use sources that don’t provide direct quotes from both of them, and sticking with three in particular: Living History, My Life, and Hillary’s Talk Magazine interview from 1999. There’s also a quick excerpt from May 2017′s New York Magazine interview. I wanted to add some bits from the Blair Papers in as well, but the length is already a bit out of control.

If you’re reading this and think the Clintons are lying about how they frame their marriage when discussing it publicly, then this post probably won’t do much for you.

Had they done therapy before?

I’ll start here, as it’s a pretty cut-and-dry one. Based on Hillary’s own words in the New York Magazine article from May 2017, the marital counselling after Lewinsky was the first and only time they did any kind of therapy together. Bill may have had therapy/counseling as an individual in the past, but the 90′s was the only time HRC went through any kind of counseling herself, and the only time they did as a couple:

Remembering Election Night and the inauguration, I can’t help but think that Clinton’s ability to set aside her own feelings might be useful but perhaps not entirely healthy. I ask her if she’s ever been in therapy, and she shakes her head. “Unh-uh. No. I have not.” When I express surprise, she allows, “Well, we had some marital counseling in the late ’90s, around our very difficult time, but that’s all.”

She shrugs. “That’s not how I roll. I’m all for it for anybody who’s at all interested in it. It’s just not how I deal with stuff.” [New York Magazine]

What do you think changed for Bill and Hillary after 1998 that helped him stop the philandering cycle?

A few things to start:

I need to preface that I do, indeed, believe that Bill stopped cheating after 1998. My posts here (regarding where I generally stand on interpreting the nature of their marriage) and here (regarding rumors about him cheating in the 2000s onward) cover that - so my answer will align with your phrasing of the question in that the cycle did indeed stop. Again, if you’re reading this and don’t believe that he stopped cheating, much of this won’t mean a lot to you.

So, to your question, what changed - and why did the cycle stop, this time?

(1) They attended marital counseling for the first time. It was extensive - for a full year, and weekly. Per both of them, they began discussing things about themselves, their marriage, their histories, etc. that they had never really dug into before. As HRC says in 2017, “That’s not how I roll.” She’s never been a soul-barer, and from what I outline below, WJC had never really faced the root of his own issues, either. So what changed this time was a willingness to start uncovering the core of the issues they faced in the 80s in their marriage, really surfacing them, and talking through them together with openness and honesty.

Hillary and I also began a serious counseling program, one day a week for about a year. For the first time in my life, I actually talked openly about feelings, experiences, and opinions about life, love, and the nature of relationships. I didn’t like everything I learned about myself or my past, and it pained me to face the fact that my childhood and the life I’d led since growing up had made some things difficult for me that seemed to come more naturally to other people. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

We continued with our regular counseling sessions, which forced us to ask and answer hard questions that years of non-stop campaigning had allowed us to postpone. By now, I wanted to save our marriage, if we could. (Hillary Clinton, Living History)

The simple act of talking - openly communicating - comes up a lot in their writing about the recovery of their marriage, in combination with an admission that it’s not something they had really done before that point in terms of discussing their own personal issues in great depth. If you’ve been married (or in a substantially long-term relationship), you’ll understand exactly how much this matters, and exactly how damaging it was that this hadn’t really happened up until the 90′s. That’s not to say they didn’t talk about their marital issues at all - it’s that they hadn’t taken time to be (1) deeply introspective enough to uncover everything (see: WJC’s note that some of what was discussed was for the first time), and (2) whatever issues they had uncovered in the past had never really been resolved (see HRC’s point above re: postponing answering the hard questions).

So, they pushed aside deep self-reflection up until they really faced it head-on together in the 90′s. That has so much to do with why the 90′s saw the end of the cycle. They asked and answered the hard questions, at last.

(2) Beyond just marital counseling sessions, they kept on communicating, and they got to know each other again as spouses, and as two people who loved each other, beyond just the fulfilling work they did together through public service. You’ll hear this common thread from a lot of folks who go through marital counselling - this idea of “getting to know each other again”.

In the long counseling sessions and our conversations about them afterward, Hillary and I also got to know each other again, beyond the work and ideas we shared and the child we adored. I had always loved her very much, but not always very well. I was grateful that she was brave enough to participate in the counseling. We were still each other’s best friend, and I hoped we could save our marriage. Meanwhile, I was still sleeping on a couch, this one in the small living room that adjoined our bedroom. I slept on that old couch for two months or more. I got a lot of reading, thinking, and work done, and the couch was pretty comfortable, but I hoped I wouldn’t be on it forever. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

I think I survived because of a combination of soul-searching and relying on friends, the support of people who give advice, religious faith, long and hard discussions. (Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

“Bill has been subjected to so much abuse … he doesn’t make any excuses for what he did. But the reaction was unprecedented and harmful to the country … People are mean. I think it’s a real disservice, the way we sort of strip away everybody’s sense of dignity, of privacy. People need support, not disdain. … And you know, we did have a very good stretch,” she adds later, referring to the period after Gennifer Flowers. “Years and years of nothing.” And how they repaired their connection this time? “We talk. We talk in the solarium, in the bedroom, in the kitchen – it’s just a constant conversation…” she gives a tired smile. “We like to lie in bed and watch old movies.” (Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

(3) Bill further received personal therapy/counseling independently, much of it from religious leaders, to discover and deal with his own issues. This may be ongoing, still.

…I would pursue counseling from pastors and others to find, with God’s help, “a willingness to give the very forgiveness I seek, a renunciation of the pride and the anger which cloud judgment, lead people to excuse and compare and to blame and complain.” We would pray, read scripture, and discuss some things I had never really talked about before. The Reverend Bill Hybels from Chicago also continued to come to the White House regularly, to ask searching questions designed to check my “spiritual health.” Even though they were often tough on me, the pastors took me past the politics into soul-searching and the power of God’s love. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

I also came to understand that when I was exhausted, angry, or feeling isolated and alone, I was more vulnerable to making selfish and self-destructive personal mistakes about which I would later be ashamed. The current controversy was the latest casualty of my lifelong effort to lead parallel lives, to wall off my anger and grief and get on with my outer life, which I loved and lived well. During the government shutdowns I was engaged in two titanic struggles: a public one with Congress over the future of our country, and a private one to hold the old demons at bay. I had won the public fight and lost the private one. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

Some of this included uncovering and opening up about abuse he suffered as a child, and the impact that had on his adult life.

“Yes, he has weaknesses. Yes, he needs to be more responsible, more disciplined, but it is remarkable given his background that he turned out to be the kind of person he is, capable of such leadership …” I tell Hillary I read in his mother’s autobiography, in which she wrote about the atmosphere of alcohol, violence, and chaos that forced her son to be the man of the house while he was still a child. Hillary leans over and says softly, “That’s only the half of it. He was so young, barely four, when he was scarred by abuse that he can’t even take it out and look at it.” (Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

[Note: Some of the language in the Talk Magazine article on the topic of childhood abuse were walked back/softened afterwards, but I believe they are true. Topic for a different post.]

Now, I want to continue to answer the unasked question that I think is incredibly important - why did she bother at all? Why did she fight for him? Why even instigate the counseling in the first place, if Lewinsky was just part of the cycle? In order for any of this to be effective, and for the cycle to end, there had to be a drive and a willingness.

(1) They had a lot of shit to fight for (and against), and they were willing to work through whatever issues they uncovered to stay together and make sure that could continue to do so. Bill needed to address his own infidelity and weaknesses, but the “bigger picture” for both of them never went away. And that seems to have so much to do with why they (she, in particular) kept on fighting to make it work - she believed in what they were fighting for, and she believed him to be good and worthy. His infidelity did not overshadow that for her.

Bill and I had agreed to participate in regular marital counseling to determine whether or not we were going to salvage our marriage. On one level, I was emotionally shell-shocked and trying to deal with the raw wound I had suffered. On another level, I believed Bill was a good person and a great President. I viewed the independent counsel’s assault on the Presidency as an ever escalating political war, and I was on Bill’s side. (Hillary Clinton, Living History)

“Now she was arguing the other side, explaining to Democrats in Congress with legalistic dispassion why her husband’s actions, while deplorable, were not impeachable. ‘She was very effective and certainly won him the support of the Democratic caucus,’ says Congresswoman Nita Lowey. (Talk Magazine 1999)

She turns to me now with startling intensity. “I don’t believe in denying things. I believe in working through it. Is he ashamed? Yes. Is he sorry? Yes. But does this negate everything he has done as a husband, a father, a president? … And what is so amazing is that Bill has not been defeated by this. There has been enormous pain, enormous anger, but I have been with him half my life and he is a very, very good man. We just have a deep connection that transcends whatever happens.(Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

(2) They have an absolute, deep, endless, abiding love.

And, well, the most important part of all, right?

And, most important, Hillary stood with me and loved me through it all. From the time we first met, I had loved her laugh. In the midst of all the absurdity, we were laughing again, brought back together by our weekly counseling and our shared determination to fight off the right-wing coup. I almost wound up being grateful to my tormentors: they were probably the only people who could have made me look good to Hillary again. I even got off the couch. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

“You know people have a lot of daily problems in relationships. Everybody has some dysfunction in their families. They have to deal with it. You don’t just walk away if you love someone - you help the person.” (Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

And, my favorite excerpt of all, from that 1999 Talk Magazine article.

Does she believe, I wonder, that you don’t leave someone you love under any circumstances? “You have to know the real quality of the person,” she says thoughtfully. “You have to be alert to it, vigilant in helping. I thought this was resolved 10 years ago. I thought he had conquered it, but he didn’t go deep enough or work hard enough.”

“What’s the part of the Bible that deals with this?” she had asked at one point.

“Corinthians?” I suggested.

“Love endures all things? No, I love that, but I was thinking of when Peter betrayed Jesus three times and Jesus knew it, but loved him anyway. Life is not a linear progression. It has many paths and challenges. And we need to help one another.”

“And it is love, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” she said. “We have love.”

Opening Up

gif is not mine

Title: Opening Up

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 468

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I’m trying to make things more fair and more even between the two main fandoms on this blog! So I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!

Requested by anon: Could you write for Castiel x reader who is really smol and shy and how he tries to get her to open up to him? Thank you!❤️

When you joined the Winchesters, you seemed to peak Castiel’s interest.  You were shy,  and possibly the smallest hunter he had ever seen.  When you stood next to Sam the height difference was abundantly clear.  Even next to Castiel you were still quite short.  Castiel was determined to break you out of your shell.  He wanted to know the real you; not the you the Winchesters saw.

Castiel knocked on your door, poking his head inside your room.  You were sitting in your bed, reading a book.  As soon as the angel stepped into your room, you closed your book, setting it down at your feet.  He could tell you were still cautious around him.  

“I hope I’m not bothering you [Y/N],” Castiel said in a low voice.  “Sam and Dean left a few minutes ago and I was wondering if you wanted to talk.  We haven’t had much time to get acquainted yet.”

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SoMa Week 2017 Day 6: Promise

for today I have a FANFIC, omg

It’s one of my first fics and I wrote it a year ago. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but it has 4 chapters already haha. Maybe if more people like it I could translate the rest.

Many thanks to @leslietendo for helping me with the translation and @thefishywitchy for betaing and being patient with my grammar mistakes

You can also read it in Ao3 and let’s go!, hope you like it ~

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 |

“I love you.”

Soul raised his eyes off the magazine that he had in his hands and he looked at Maka in bewilderment, who was standing in front of him.

“What?” he asked uncertainly.

“I’ve been in love with you…” she repeated bravely “for a long time.”

They fell silent. She didn’t seem affected; in fact she was incredibly calm, something weird considering she was confessing her feelings. However, Soul got paralyzed.

He was surprised and not at the same time. He had realized the feelings of his partner for a long time, but it was an issue that neither of them had ever mentioned and that they would probably have to discuss at some point.

But he didn’t expect it to be that sudden, out of nowhere.

“Maka, I…” he looked at her sadly “I don’t feel the same for you.”

She gave him a warm smile. “I know.”

Wasn’t this the moment when girls start to cry and run away? Why was she smiling at him if he was rejecting her?

“I knew you’d say that, I was prepared to listen it,” Maka started to say as she sat at his side. “It was just that I had to tell you, I could not leave this pending for much more.”

“I’m really sorry,” said Soul looking at the ground without knowing what to do.

“You don’t have to apologize, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Make my partner… no, my best friend feel sad is not exactly something cool.” He could feel how Maka’s soul wave had shrunk in sorrow. She just sighed.

“I’m serious, Soul. I had accepted that you would never see me that way and I can live with that… if you see me sad it’s for another reason.”

“You are acting weird, what’s going on?”

Maka stood in silence and he felt her shiver. That put him on alert and he got scared. He had a bad feeling.

“Maka, just tell me!”

“We can’t be partners anymore.”

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Norman Reedus x Reader - You’re all I need (SMUT) (Request)

- Anon: Could you do Norman getting caught having a little sneaky him time in his trailer over the new make up artist that he’s crushing on bad
and she catches him saying her name (reader) from outside and storms in on him and he doesnt notice till hes finished that shes stood there
and she gets annoyed with him and wont let him explain himself and he gets frustrated and teary cuz he’s embarrassed and pins her to a wall and smut like hell 😍😍
pretty please I would just die 😶



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I am pretty sure some of you guys have already read the article that was written about B.A.P on a French Magazine when they went to Paris for their PARTY BABY Tour. All I have to say that I was quite frustrated on what was written about them even though they were interviewed personally, they still have the very guts to write such demeaning article.

Yes, the lawsuit may have done them wrong but in my opinion, I’m quite happy they did that lawsuit because they need to stand up for what they believe is right especially when you are working for an entertainment agency, you need such agreement that will allow you to work at a schedule that would not cause so much of a harm to you physically and pay you correctly. Yes, the lawsuit made them lose their so called “popularity” but in my opinion, popularity is nothing to them. This is where I’ll go on ahead to talk about the passion of music that B.A.P have that many other groups may seem to lack.

B.A.P has this passion that other groups may not have. Yes, idols have passion towards what they release out in the industry but it seems to me that the music that are released are music that is trying to out-beat other idols music making it becoming a trend of music instead of music that speaks about the idols themselves, meaning a music that speaks to their own heart or life. 
B.A.P has released many passionate songs that speaks truly about their own personal life from their albums to solo songs (SoundCloud, LIVE Performance).

Yongguk has written so many songs about things that are going around the world (society), that at first listen, it is hard to grasp what it is trying to convey but the more you listen and pay attention to the lyrics, it is an emotional song. The members too have helped and composed their own songs by writing whatever is within their heart and aren’t afraid to let us listen to it. I noticed that Zelo’s composition are mostly about himself of being in the industry at a very young age and what he went through in the world (song: “no title” & “blessing”). 

Ever since they debuted, B.A.P has always experimented with different genres which I totally love because it is not your every day usual K-pop trendy songs that are very catchy. The ultimate different genres that you are able to listen is in the album < NOIR >. Different genres are blended in together that you cannot really know unless you pay attention to it. 

In my opinion, no. What’s really important is ones music. Like I said at the top, passion towards music is very important because without passion, how can you continue to create such amazing songs?

Why I say it’s an “honor of stanning B.A.P”? It is an honor because B.A.P is still B.A.P even after the whole lawsuit. They never gave up even though it was evident that there was no returned but they kept trying. They not only supported each other but BABYz also during their hardest day. They tried to communicate to us (especially Daehyun) to tell us that “EVERYTHING IS OKAY” when really they were hurting in and out. 

Their accomplishment may not be recognized by the whole nation or world, but we recognized them. Their angel hearts of donating and how they inspired many of us to do the same to the least fortunate. 

They inspire many people to continue “living” when they were about to give up. They are very humble about the winnings they get saying that their winnings is not about them but for the fans who worked hard. They are loving and caring not to only each other but to their fans. 

They are basically an inspiration to everyone and especially to me.

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favourite rap monster photoshoots

this boy is model material AF and if you aren’t convinced then prepare to wack yourself on the head after reading this post. to those who well and truly already know this, enjoy this post to your hearts content. :)

1. GQ Korea Magazine (2015)

i would do chem just for him

ummm ya boi was sporting some hella hot-nerd + skaterboi looks pls appreciate

2. Nylon Magazine (2015)

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Aqours’s Gallery (April 2017)
Caption: Drawn by the lovely spring sunshine— there’re nice days for reading like this every once in a while♪

Yawn, mumble mumble—
Aah— what should I do.
When did I—?
Start getting sleepy, zura—.

Monday, after school.
I was waiting here for Ruby to finish her cleaning duty but…
The library filled with the early spring sunlight streaming in was— warm.
Warm as if it was a greenhouse♡

It was different from the cold main hall of my temple home, which was full of holes and openings.
So, even when I was reading a book, it was snuggly warm.
Aah, it feels so good, no matter what, my eyelids are drooping zura—.

Maybe it was because I was reading a book till late last night?
It’s been a while since I last took out “Ningen no Unmei” —.

It’s an old story set in Izu, and it’s a long, long coming-of-age story that spans six volumes.
When I read it, I think of all the terrible hardships the people of old experienced. “They’re working very hard every day,” I would think.
When I read, I would always get concerned about the protagonist’s dramatic fate, my heart pounds and my chest hurts— continuing on makes it quite hard to stop reading.
Even though I knew it’s already past midnight, I just can’t stop, books are really troubling zura.

Ruby-chan still isn’t here huh?
If that’s the case, then it’s alright if I keep reading just a little bit…
I wonder if it’s alright for me to continue dozing off just a little bit?
This sleeping beauty of the book kingdom— hopes you can forgive her for this zura.

Source: Dengeki G’s Magazine April 2017 issue
Translation: XiantheMiguel
QC: LuciaHunter

😍Letter from Tatiana to her daughter in Starhit Magazine:
Hello, my beauty! Here you are born on a frosty evening, and Dad and I met you with a smile when you first saw us. You already know us, you know our voices. I’m not afraid, my treasure. Dad and I were ready for your birth. Even Dexter, our dog, was ready! He met you after your discharge from the hospital, and immediately became your great friend and faithful defender. You certainly will love him when you grow up. When you were inside me, I read you a story by Pushkin, you probably still do not understand what it meant, but I hope you loved the book. I’m sure of it, judging by your insistent movement and kicking when I stopped. And the music - do you like the music that we played? Someday I’ll tell you how we won the Olympics, and the music we used in our performance and why we chose it. A couple of days before the birth I could not wait for you to arrive and now I look at you and kiss you on the forehead. My mom, your grandma, you’ve met already, and soon will arrive all the family! Wait for the holidays!

This and all my love

Summary: you are deeply in love with bucky but some persons are jealous and don’t want you to be happy

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, fluff, fluff, asshole Natasha

Word count: 3838 !!!!!

Requested by : @melconnor2007

You woke up to sunshine filling your room and soft snores next to you.

You tried to fully wake up and glanced around the room. The windows were open, he must have opened them when he came into bed to you. You didn’t mind though, knowing he could sleep better with open windows.

You turned your head to his side of the bed and there he was your boyfriend, bucky. His arm was lazily wrapped around your waist and his face hidden in your neck. The whole picture, let alone the thought of him sleeping next to you made you smile.

Its been all new and totally great. Only a few people knew about the two of you, the others were on a mission with no chance to communicate. It made you a little sad that you couldn’t tell them ,when all you wanted to do was scream it on top of your lungs while walking through the streets.

You still couldn’t believe how it happened. You closed your eyes thinking back to the day, two month ago, on which Bucky made the first step into a better future for both of you.

It was completely startling and you were concerned when he stalked into the room, with a clear aim. He looked confident, even though he told you, a few days later, his heart dropped to his stomach.

He approached you with fast steps and without any warning he brought his metal hand to your neck waiting for any sign of fear, but there wasn’t any. And then he dipped down to your small form and pulled you closer and up to him.

He just kissed you.

His lips melted into yours in a deep passionate kiss his left hand still resting on your neck as he put his knee up on the couch, which brought him closer to you and made you lean back onto the cushion on your elbows.

He brought his other hand to your waist massaging small circles into it as his mouth worked in perfect sync with yours. The kiss was deep and passionate but became softer and softer till he slowly pulled back with his eyes still closed, he brought the hand that was on your waist up to your cheek and finally looked at you with those beautiful eyes.

The two of you shared a moment just staring at each other before he picked you up bridal style and whispered into your neck “this is what I got (y/n), this and all my love” he stated softly.

You wrapped your arms around him “this and all my love” you answered as you gave him another deep kiss. 

You smiled to yourself, the thought always making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, just as every other thing bucky did.

You suddenly felt soft fingers stroking your cheek like feathers and in that moment you realized the warm breath that used to tickle your neck only moments ago was gone.

Bucky was awake.

His hand cupped your cheek softly and his thumb ran over your cheekbone before you felt a loving yet passionate kiss on your lips and immediately kissed him back.

He pulled away and as you opened your eyes his shiny blue ones were already gazing at you. You smiled at him softly, resting one hand on his chest which hovered slightly above you since he was propped up on an elbow and his other hand was still on your cheek, making him lean over you.

“What were you smiling about love?” He asked softly his thumb beginning to stroke your cheekbone again.

“You and all your love” you replied and closed your eyes again.

He knew exactly what you meant, he thought back to that day too every so often. He smiled to himself and them captured your lips in another warm kiss.

He felt like now was the right time to tell you the three words. He told you he admired you and he adored you.

He knew very well that he was deeply and hopelessly absolutely head over heals in love with you and you knew it too, because you felt the same for him.

He wanted to say the words so he opened his mouth “I… Think we are going to be late if we keep this up.”

You chuckled and excused yourself to the bathroom closing the door after blowing him a kiss.

He fell down onto his back and his hands covered his face. He was such a stupid idiot. His damn mind. He wanted to say the words, he meant them he was sure but then. His brain filled his thoughts with so many worst case scenarios of him scaring you of, or you not feeling the same way that he just couldn’t do it. He loved you too much to loose you.

He scolded himself for being so insecure, for just letting all the doubts take over and not being able to control himself. He was so happy when he gathered all the strengths and braveness to kiss you for the first time and now he was to shy to say three words. He couldn’t believe it.

He pushed the thought into the back of his mind, wanting the day to be a good one, he made his way into the bathroom to join your shower. 

Both of you sat at the kitchen table surrounded by Steve, tony, Wanda and t'challa. Everyone else was still on their mission but everyone was used to not having all people and friends around.

You sat on Bucky’s lap, since he refused to let you sit so far away from him on the last available chair, four spots away from him. But it was of course only an excuse to have you near him, because the two of you did this every morning no matter how many chairs were available.

You talked to Steve as you absently shoved a spoon full of cereal into Bucky’s mouth every now and then. You could feel him peppering kisses all over you neck but you didn’t mind at all. So did the others. At the beginning they didn’t like it at all finding it annoying and not acceptable while they were eating but they eventually got used to it and even found it really adorable to see the both of you so deeply in love.

You finished breakfast and then your paths parted sadly both of you having different plans of the day. Bucky didn’t want to go and leave you alone but you told him to go and introduce the new agents since everything you would have to do was go over some files.

You said your goodbyes with several kisses. “And you text me whenever you need anything or something isn’t alright and I’ll be up here in three seconds.” He said and kissed you.

You laughed at him knowing very well that he was serious, he’d probably bring thirty different sorts of ice cream, a million plush teddys and five hundred roses along. But you loved him for being like that. A romantic.

You finally got him to leave as you pushed him into the elevator with a laugh. And there he wanted to say the words again, but he couldn’t, disappointed in himself he rode down all the way to the entrance. 

You made your way to the common room just as you saw the jet landing. You were excited and ran out to the others hugging them tight. You immediately dragged Natasha inside and onto the couch telling her about your new boyfriend.

She smiled at you, however the smile faded as you told her who it was, and so did yours at the sight of her. “What?” You asked in fear.

“You can’t be together with bucky.”

“Why not?!” You started to become angry at her, she didn’t have any right to rule over your life.

“Do you not know who he is ?”

“Natasha, He is not the winter soldier, he is bucky. He is a sweet lovely and caring guy and you don’t know anything.” You snapped at her angrily.

“He is a monster” she replied and that’s when she stepped over the line, you were about to explode you shot up from your spot on the couch about to hit her in the face “how dare you talk about him like that.”

She grabbed your hand  mid-air as it was only inches from your face and talked to you again “listen up (y/n) you keep the relationship with him up you are gonna pay for it. You’ll be sorry” she stated coldly and you looked at her with wide eyes and in shock, yanking your hand out of her grip and rushed down the hall and into your room.

You locked the door and slid down at it, only now progressing what happened. You started to cry with your palms pressed to your forehead in distraught. Your crying was quiet, no one knew what was happening on your side of the door and you were thankful for that.

You didn’t know what to do.

This whole situation overwhelmed you and you pushed yourself from the ground walking over to your closet. You packed your bag, took everything you could get in there with you and whipped your tears away. You made your decision. You were leaving.

Mostly to get a clear head but also because you wanted to protect bucky, you knew what Natasha was capable of and you just knew bucky would have a better life without you here. 

Bucky stepped out of the elevator three hours later, his muscles already feeling sore from his exhausting day. He walked into the common room and frowned as he saw your files laying on the glass table in exact the same position they laid in when he left you.

No one was there except for Steve who was reading a magazine “Steve have you seen (y/n)” he asked with a frown making Steve look up to him.

“Oh hey buck, its nice to see you too, yeah my day was good pretty relaxed how was yours ?” He answered with a sigh.

“Steve” bucky warned.

Steve shot him a glare “no I haven’t” he looked back down onto his magazine and in that moment bucky knew something was wrong.

“Thanks” he muttered as he pulled his phone out of his pocked hoping you left him a text or something but there was nothing. He headed of to your bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door his heart stopped. All your drawers and the doors of your closet were left open and all your clothes were gone. He supported himself at the chair next to your table as he looked around the room for any sign of hint to where you went but he found nothing.

His breathing hitched and he had a hard time with getting air into his lungs as he saw his whole life shattering apart into tiny little pieces that no one else except you could bring together again. He sat down on the chair feeling dizzy and a wave of sickness hit him. He started to cry into his palms. The tears streaming down his face softly.

“Friday would you tell Steve to come over immediately.” He asked the devise with a hiccup in between and only seconds later Steve came rushing into your room seeing bucky crying.

He rushed over to him and rested a comforting hand on his  shoulder.

“I lost her Steve, I lost the only good thing in my life.” He sobbed softly. “She left and that’s all my fault. I wanted to tell her I love her but I didn’t and now she’s gone.”

Steve ran his his hand up and down Bucky’s arm. It broke his heart to see his best friend like this, so far away from himself, only a shadow of him. In that moment he knew you weren’t  a part of his life, you didn’t have a special place in his life. No you were his whole life. And he knew bucky couldn’t live without you anymore and that thought ripped his heart even more. And in that second Steve swore himself he would find her. 

You called peter shortly after you left the tower. You were glad no one noticed you leaving and decided to stay with a friend for a while. Peter was your first option he was like your little brother, one of the few best friends you had and of course he immediately said yes.

The place he lived at was an advance too they wouldn’t bother to look for you in queens that fast and you knew they definitely would look.

Peter opened the door for you after you knocked. He hugged you tightly , may coming after him and surrounding you in an embrace as well. Peter brought your bags to the guest room they had. It was little but everything you needed and you thanked them, walking of to go to sleep hoping they didn’t hear your sobs, as you tried but failed to doze off. 

Steve walked down to the gym sadly in search for Sam, he spotted him at a punching bag in surprise that he still had so much power after such a long mission, but he didn’t question him. 

“Hey Sam” he started and Sam turned with an exhausted expression

“what’s up cap”

“I need your help” Sam frowned and removed his boxing gloves as he moved to sit besides Steve “what’s wrong”

“remember when we searched Bucky ?”

“Well of course, that were some interesting two years” Sam chuckled

“I need you to help me find (y/n)” Steve still looked to the ground with a frown

“what’s with her ?”

“She just left and no one knows where she is” he uttered.

“I think you should look up the places of all her friend first meanwhile I check up on security cams” he stood up and made his way to he door, not even thinking twice about helping Steve , and of course also bucky.

Steve smiled and went into the jet only to receive a text message shortly after , it was Sam telling him that you were seen in Queens, a security camera filmed you.

Steve sighed in relief, glad it wouldn’t take them too long to find you and made his way to the one boy he knew wouldn’t expect him , but he had no other choice. He wanted to get to you as fast as possible and bring you to bucky who didn’t even know what Steve was doing right now.

He cursed himself for not telling him, he was probably already on the other end of the world in search for you. Steve just hoped everything could get back to normal. 

There was a knock on the door some whispers and then you heard Steve talking to you through the door. Of course. Who else ? “(Y/n) ?“ 

You debated if you should just stay quiet and hope  he’d go away. He wouldn’t though since he knew you were in there. 

You stood up from the bed in the middle of the room and unlocked the door sitting back down with your head hanging low.

As soon as he heard the click Steve opened the door cautiously and stepped in, seeing you all shattered, a shadow of yourself just like bucky.

And that’s when he saw what true love meant. He saw what it meant to have a soulmate. He saw that whatever happened neither of you could live without the other one. It was in that moment when he understood the true meaning of love and the magic behind it. All its ups and downs, pros and cons, everything.

And he felt his own heart giving out at the sight of you, you were like a flower which could only life when it was with bucky, and so was he, and right now both of you were dying. 

Steve sat down next to you the side of your thighs and knees in touch. A moment of silence followed and Steve watched your hands fiddling with one another. He took one hand into both of  his and squeezed it softly. “What’s wrong peanut”

Usually you’d giggle at the nickname but you didn’t, you just shrugged your shoulders and kept staring down to the ground a tear slipping from your eye.

You tried to hold it back but it was to strong and now, now you gave up. You let the tears role down your checks in silence, sniffles echoing through the room.

Steve tugged at your shoulders and brought you into a tight hug. You appreciated it wrapping your arms around his waist tightly and crying into his shoulder. He stroked your hair as he spoke in a soft whisper. “Why did you leave sweety?” He asked, his words low but you heard them clear.

You sniffled one last time and hugged him tighter before completely pulling back and looking at him with your read puffy eyes. You used your palm to whipe away the tears and told him what happened between you and Natasha “she threatened me, Steve, she told me I’ll pay for it if I keep the relationship up” you said while you were crying.

was shocked. Surprised. Angry. All at once. He couldn’t believe a word of what you were saying but your tears told him that you spoke the truth. He held back his anger and surrounded you in a tight hug again. “Wanna come back home with me?”

You nodded against his chest and he pulled you up with him still in the hug as he picked up your bag and walked out of the room with your arms wrapped around his torso and your head on his shoulder. You sayd your goodbye to may and Peter and made your way to the jet as Steve flew you back home.

You thought about everything that happened in the last few hours and you just couldn’t help but think about bucky. “How has Bucky been.”

Steve looked over his shoulder to you sadly only speaking moments later. “Not good” he stated “he needs you (y/n) I’ve never seen him like this. You are his everything and it broke his heart when he  saw you left. ”

the tears started falling once again and you felt so bad for him “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ 

“Its okay (y/n) everything will turn out good” he reassured.

And for the first time since hours you were finally able to smile again, it was only a small smile but Steve saw it and he knew everything would be good.

The jet landed and Steve lead you into the elevator his hand on the small of your back as a sign that he was there whenever you needed him. The elevator rode down and you couldn’t help but feel nervous and once again bad. You hoped bucky would forgive you for what happened.

The doors opened and both, you and Steve, stepped out of the elevator. The first thing you saw was Bucky sitting on the large couch next to the table with your files with his head in his hands. He sat in front of his phone waiting for a call, a text , any sign of you completely distraught. 

You stood right next to the elevator, not sure what you should do. “Buck” Steve called out his hand still on your back.

His head snapped up and he saw you, his eyes looking directly into yours. He had tears in his eyes just as you did. You were afraid. He just sat there doing nothing but staring at you.

Then all of a sudden he jumped up from his seat and ran over to you, everything went too fast for you to react. He scooped you up and twirled you around his lips on yours in a soft kiss that told you how much he missed you.

Your hands rested on his shoulders but wandered up to the sides of his face as he stopped twirling and you wrapped your legs around his middle deepening the kiss. You kissed each other in passion it felt like hours went by until he finally pulled away and rested his forehead on yours a tear threatened to fall from his eye.

“I’m so sorry” you whispered. He only held you closer to him, your legs still wrapped around his torso.

Steve stood there, it wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t embarrassing. It was a wonderful moment the two of you shared. He stood there with a smile as he saw both of your worlds coming together to one.

Bucky signaled Steve to give him the  bag and took it walking down the hall, not making any effort of putting you down. Steve stepped into the elevator in search for Natasha, she was in for a real treat. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as you hugged him tightly with tears falling. Only this time they were happy tears.

“We’ve got some unpacking to do doll” he whispered into your ear as he entered your bedroom. But he didn’t put you down. He didn’t go to your closet. Instead he walked to your bed and put you down onto it softly, making it dip down only a little bit. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed as he gazed down to your laying form, your hands on your stomach until  one of them reached up to brush a strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.

You smiled at him softly when he whipped your tears away. He leaned down to you slowly and brought his left hand up to your cheek as he captured your lips in another sweet kiss. Both of your lips melted together and you enjoyed the moment, not caring about any of Natasha’s words as you finally understood that Bucky was the only person you needed and no matter what happened or who tried to stop you from loving him, you would never.

He was everything you needed and even more and nothing and no one would ever tear you apart again, not now, not in the future , never.

He pulled away slowly, not wanting the kiss to end, in fear you could disappear, in fear this was just a dream. But it wasn’t. You stayed there with him and you would never leave again. Your eyes opened up and you looked into his blue ones as he smiled down at you.

“I love you (y/n)” he finally confessed before bringing your lips into another short kiss, he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours “I love you so goddamn much” your hands running through his hair as you smiled at him sweetly and he continued. “please, don’t ever leave me again.”

“I won’t” you kissed him again. “I love you too, so much" 

“This and  all of my love”

“This and all of my love”

@mytrueself , @learisa , @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory , @smol-flower-kiddo
Study Like “The Brightest Witch of Her Age”

If you’re a potterhead you must be familiar with this brilliant witch. Yep! Hermione Jean Granger! 

Known as “The brightest witch of her age”Hermione always on the top of her class. She even brewed a difficult potion in the second year, solved Prof. Snape’s riddle, and the coolest of all, punch Draco Malfoy on the face! (Sorry, I just can’t help it) 

In this article, I would like to share how we could be “The Brightest Student in The Class” just like Hermione. Okay, let’s start!

1. Prepare yourself before school

Well, back to the first time The Golden Trio meet at Hogwarts Express, Hermione confidently said that she already read all her books and practice some spells. Preparing yourself before school is really important. You will be step ahead from your friends. Take your books a week before the school start and take a look at chapters you will learn during semester. I always do that before I start school. I usually read the first chapter from each subjects that I will learn that semester and make a summary from what I read. It help you, really. Especially when you have 14 subjects that you have to take at school *huft*

2. Pay attention to your teacher

If Hermione didn’t pay attention to Herbology, Ron would be dead because of devil’s snare.If she didn’t pay attention to Prof. Flitwick, We wouldn’t see her make a feather fly. Pay attention to your teacher! You may find some information that you can’t get in your textbook but it come out during the exams. I have this kind of teacher, so whenever she say something important, I always write it down. And that’s why the next step would be…

3. Take a note!

Yes! Remember although some of the class are really boring, it won’t kill you if you take a note. And beside, taking a note make you stay awake during class. During Prof. Binns class, Harry and Ron started to play Hangman but Hermione keep writing down on her book, and when the exams start, the boys have to borrow Hermione’s note. See?You never know when you gonna need it.  It doesn’t have to be clean and neat at the time, just write it as long as you understand what you have written. Then at home, you could take out your note and write it all over again. 

4. Don’t hesitate to ask

Hermione asks when she wanted to know more about Chambers of Secrets. She even arguing with Umbridge because of that-kindergarten-DADA-Textbook. By asking and think critically we could understand what we learn better. You don’t have to shy, just ask your teacher, they won’t eat you anyway. I found this phrase that say “Just ask; you may look stupid for 10 seconds but better than look stupid for your whole life” and I agree with that. 

5. Speak it out

Don’t hesitate to answer the question or aguing some facts with your friends or teacher during discussion. It helps you in many way. Especially in critical thinking, elaborate argument, speaking, and etc. And the bonus is, some teacher will pay attention to you and watch your back in the class and may give you some points in the end! Ten points to Gryffindor!

6. Practice, practice, practice!

Yep! Your knowledge have no value if you haven’t practicing. In the fifth year, Harry, Ron and Hermione along with DA members practicing their skills in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The results? an happy O.W.L report card! You don’t have to push yourself so hard. Just like them, start from small step. For example, you could practice math by anwering five question everyday. and after a week, you could adding to 10 questions/day. No need to study overnight for exams and you don’t have to be startled if your teacher suddenly said “Okay! Today we are going to have a quiz” because you always ready!

7. Reading

It’s hardly to miss during this series, but we always see Hermione with books, even when they’re on the run! That’s why Ron said this, “That’s Hermione, when in doubt, go to the library” Reading makes you smarter and I think everyone agree with this. Your memory will improve, more knowledge, vocabulary expansion and many others. What I mean with reading in this is NOT reading your textbooks. Reading your textbooks is a good thing, but better to touch books outside your textbooks. If you’re not a reading person, you could start by picking some classic children fairytale or magazines. If you’re into reading already, I dare you to try genres that 180degrees different from your shelf now. I’m going to give you links to reading list that I suggest you to try in another post. 

8. Enjoy it

Last but not least is to enjoy the process of studying itself. Hermione could survive her third year because she considering studying as a fun activities. She even take Muggle studies and still get excited about it! My online tutor said “The highest achievement of studying is when you found yourself enjoy it” Because when you enjoy it, you could understand it better and take you to the highest level of knowledge. 

Ps: Feedback welcome! :)

Not Just A Pretty Boy {NCT Johnny Scenario}


Anon: Can I request a fic sort where y/n is an average girl in her class who isn’t particularly talented or pretty but is witty, sassy and fun AND loves to write and has a crush on sunbae Johnny, who’s popular and hot with chicks and flirty but isn’t a fuckboy? how she thought he’d never even notice her but he did when he read her poetry in the school magazine and approached her and then you can escalate it your way PLEASE ILY already. 

Hello Anon! Here is your request- sorry for the wait I had no idea I had anything in my ask box but now it’s here. I’ve written in a weird way but please tell me if you like this kind of writing. Hopefully you’ll like it. 

 Bisous, Flo 

 Word Count: 1017

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

She gets described as average. Average pretty. Average clever. Average talented. Average funny. The average person would feel insulted by such a comment, but for her, it’s a relief. It means she doesn’t have a reputation to uphold. She doesn’t need to change her own self to be called something better. She expects it. 

He gets described as tall, dark and handsome. People naturally are drawn to him like a magnetic, despite him not doing anything to induce it in the first place. He comes across as cool and broody, as if one wrong word could cost your life. He doesn’t mind it though. He doesn’t see what other people see in him, but he doesn’t mind. 

But really, she’s gorgeous and funny. She’s tall and confident, without even trying. Unlike everyone who are smaller and cuter, she’s taller and maturer. And she doesn’t even realise how much attention she secretly she gets. From guys and from girls. All the guys want her. And all the girls envy her. She can make you laugh within minutes of meeting her, and makes people feel worth it. 

But really he’s lost and doesn’t know what to do. He feels pressure to uphold his status that he didn’t even work for or ask for. People rely on him but he has no one to lean on himself. He doesn’t want to come across a womaniser or bad boy. His looks have only turned against him, in his opinion. He makes girls swoon at his feet because of this gentlemanliness, and guys only wish to be his friend rather than his foe. 

She just wants to be appreciated for who she is. She wants someone to show her all the exciting things in the world that she can’t do right now. She wants someone tall like her. Someone who not only will look after her but she will look after him. 

He just wants someone who’s strong and will look after him. Someone who’ll still love him when she realises there’s more to him than she see’s. He wants someone tall who will stand by his side and make him feel confident. 

She wants Johnny and he wants her. 

Johnny always watched Y/N from afar. They never had spoken to each other before but that didn’t stop him from admiring her anyway. She was a writer and wrote poetry regularly, her work often published in the school newspaper. He had always enjoyed reading them. He was a singer himself and a lot of his inspiration came from her and her poetry. It was the only way he could feel close to her without being directly in contact with them. 

Y/N always watched Johnny from afar. Obviously, every girl she knew were in awe of him. He was a gentleman, many people told you. She were jealous of them; the opportunity to speak to him never arose or came about. She had heard him singing and dancing performing. Some of the catchier lyrics were even sometimes stuck in her head. 

Neither of them ever expected to meet face to face. Neither of them ever expected to fall in love either. 

The bell rang for the end of school, the chance for people to leave what they call “prison” and, go back to the comfort of their homes. For Y/N, the school rooftop was her comfort place. She liked visiting every few weeks. It was cool and had a vast view of Seoul. She was leaning against the metal fence of the rooftop roof, when she heard the door creak open. Turning her head to see who it was, she made contact with someone she had never met. Johnny. 

He never expected to see her here, especially in his alone space. Back at the dorms, it was hard for any SM trainees to relax in quiet. The rooftop gave him the chance to catch a breather before returning to his cramped building. You would’ve thought that seeing someone in your place would’ve made you a little annoyed. Both for Johnny he felt undeniably comfortable in her presence. 

When he moved closer to lean on the fence next to her, he realised how beautiful she looked up close. He couldn’t help but stare. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. He was way taller than her 5"10 stature; she was impressed. 

“Y/N”, he whispered her name, any quieter and she could’ve missed it. She couldn’t believe that he knew who she was. 

“Johnny”, she said back. It sounded perfect coming from her lips. All he wanted was for her to say it again and again. 

“Stay here with me”. 

For months, they met regularly on the rooftop. Usually after school but sometimes during school hours or at night. Despite their strong feelings for each other that just grew at each meeting, they learnt more each other and remained close friends. They learnt their preferences. Their dreams. Their past. How Y/N just wanted to love. And how Johnny just wanted to be loved. The romantic tension between seemed to get thicker each time as well. Not only was the rooftop the place where they met. It was the place they confessed. 

As soon as she met him on the rooftop, her arm grazing his strong bicep, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her face to his. His lips were soft and needy, her lips seemed to fit perfectly. There was no fight for dominance; it was just passionate as if they were telling one another what they couldn’t say for months, through their mouths and kisses. 

When she pulled back, he breathed out a raspy “I love you Y/N”, his voice breaking slightly and his heart rapidly beating. Y/N was still in shock, but upon hearing those three words, she smiled pulling him closer to him, with her hands in his hair. 

“I love you Johnny.” He groaned. He had waited so long to hear those words. 

“Say it again”, he murmured before pressing his lips to her’s once again.

bettysjuggie  asked:

2, 3, 26! ☺️

Thanks @bettysjuggie

Hope you enjoy these fills.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

She lives for these moments, when it is calm, when there isn’t a murder investigation or a civil war occurring between two fractions of the same town, this. His head laid gently on her lap, his eyes closed, a small smile on his face as he dreams of who knows what. The movie is still playing on the TV in her lounge room, his Serpent’s jacket laid over a dining room chair. She takes in a deep breath and sighs sinking further into the couch, as his breath hitches and she thinks that she has disturbed him. She brushes his forehead gently, her fingers moving through the dark waves the fall just over his eyes and she swears his smile gets a little wider.

She feels lucky that he is able to feel comfortable enough with her to allow himself to be vulnerable asleep in her arms and she makes a vow to always be his safe place to land. With whatever may come their way, she will keep him safe.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

“It’s hot,” she exclaims as her mouth forms a pout as she looks up at him from her reclined position on the couch as he rolls his eyes at her. She’s not wrong it is hot, hottest summer in 20 years, if you were to believe what they were saying in the news. She was reclined on their couch in just her underwear, a bowl of ice-cream in her hands while she read her magazine. He had already told her a number of times to put some clothes on that week but it was just the two of them in their small New York apartment and she couldn’t work out why he was being so difficult about this.

“You don’t see me walking around here in just my boxers, do you?” He was leaning with his hands braced against the back of the couch. She re-adjusted her pout into a smile that was much more seductive in it’s intention.

“I wouldn’t mind.” She raised an eyebrow at him, before bringing her spoon to her lips and taking a very deliberate lick. Savouring the taste of strawberry ice cream on her tongue. He stood there his mouth slightly open, his eyes following her movements. She placed the spoon in her mouth, sucking on the cool metal, until she was satisfied and let it slip from her mouth before her tongue swiped her bottom lip, at which he couldn’t help but groan, his hands gripping the couch tighter, his fingers digging into the soft material.

“I need to work on my assignment,” he mumbled, as she was bringing up another spoonful to her lips. She nodded passively at him, as he watched some of the ice-cream fall from her spoon, dripping down the curve of her breast, his eyes watching as it disappeared between the valley of her breasts leaving a pink trail behind. His tongue darted out to wet his lips subconsciously.

“Ooops,” she said coyly, her eyes full of mischief as she pulled the corner of her bottom lip in between her teeth. He practically leapt over the back of the couch leaning over her, his hands braced on either side of her shoulders up against the arm of the couch as he bent down to run his tongue along the sticky trail which had been left, she moaned at the sensation, his eyes meeting hers as he finished just below her collar bone, pressing an open mouthed kiss on her skin, and she leant further back in response.

“You know strawberry is my favourite, Betts.”

She did.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

She delicately tried to move her hand to her jeans pocket, slipping it inside and pulling out her phone in a move that was precise and controlled as to not wake her sleeping boyfriend. They had been reading over the submitted articles for the Blue and Gold, when he had drifted off. They had been reading for hours now, in his father’s trailer, hoping to find something that would be worth publishing for their latest edition. She had noticed the change of his breathing as she read out loud one of the articles on the latest football game, the slow steady breaths against her neck sending a tingle down her spine.

She didn’t have a nice picture of Jughead on her phone, he wouldn’t let her take one, she had plenty of ones of him scowling at the camera, and a few where he had pulled a face, but none where she could capture the true essence of her Jughead Jones. She pulled up the camera app on her phone, switching the camera to selfie mode, and directing it at herself and the sleeping Jughead on her shoulder, smiling slightly she took the picture. The sound of the ‘shutter’ filled the room, and she cursed the noise, the phone slipping from her hand as Jughead woke looking around the room, still groggy from waking. He looked towards Betty who just smiled back at him as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. He apologised for falling asleep, before pressing a quick kiss to her lips, gathering the pages that were still on his lap and starting to read the one on the top of the pile.

Back in her bedroom, after he had dropped her off, she opened her phone and smiled at the picture she had taken, her favourite one so far.

gwinverarrouz  asked:

I know it's not possible due to all sorts of practical/legal/monetary reasons but I would LOVE to buy an issue gathering your duck doodle comics. Having them all in a duck magazine like the ones I used to read as a child would make me SO HAPPY (and your illustrations are so gosh darn beautiful <333) Also you've drawn something like 70 pages of them already?? that's so impressive?! I feel like us fans must have caught a bit of Gladstone's luck, for we sure are lucky to have you <3

aw shucks :’D but yeah man no dice I ain’t going to be printing anything Disney related ever (or anything I’ve made that’s fanart tbh), but I don’t think I can get in trouble for producing obnoxious numbers of clearly non-official fanart so, uh, that’s happening… 70 pages???? jfc really

a LONG masterlist of haikyuu fic recs, for that one anon who asked me for fic recs about two months ago

as u all may know i read and write quite a lot of fics so i thought hey why not throw some together!!

bolded titles are like my fAVS ok

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impossiblyeclecticduck  asked:

I'd really like to read whatever you have to say about The Handmaid's Tale + current affairs + your backstory. :)

Sorry this has taken me a couple days. I know what comment you are referring to here, and since that in turn was referencing my rambling thread of tweets, I had a bit of piecing together to do.

Right after the show started airing, a friend of mine commented that when she read The Handmaid’s Tale she found it implausible that everything would devolve so quickly and with less pushback.

I didn’t say it then but was thinking even now?

And then I read this article -> “I Grew Up In A Fundamentalist Cult — ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ Was My Reality” (I can’t explain it any clearer than that title. Honestly, you should just read it because it already does the work so well.) Reading an ex-Quiverful woman’s take on The Handmaid’s Tale got me to thinking that maybe I have a different perspective.

To be clear, my own childhood was less extreme than what’s described in that piece, but that level of extremity was within an arm’s reach at all times. WORLD magazine was our only news source in the home. Papa Pearl books on (abusive) childrearing were in my parent’s bedroom. Focus on the Family. Answers in Genesis/Creation magazine. Curse Free TV. This was the bubble I grew up in. And I say bubble because I was homeschooled with a very limited social circle outside of my home, namely the church where all of this shit was much more prevalent.

I know too well communities that brainwash their children and converts like this. I know too well communities that cherry pick biblical passages to justify their ends–no matter how unchristian an end that is. That christian extremists would bend over backwards to find sanction for “handmaids” to combat mass infertility? Totally plausible. After this election and presidency? I have little doubt.


Happy Valentine’s Day, loves! I hope you enjoy this not-so-short history of Valentine’s Days with Harry. I just wanted to write something cute and fluffy and I got a little carried away… ;)


Valentine’s Day – Year 1

“What’s all this for?”

Your first Valentine’s Day with Harry happened just over one month after you had officially started dating. Everything was still so fresh and new that the two of you really hadn’t thought much about the upcoming holiday. In your opinion, Harry treated you as if every day were Valentine’s Day.

You came home from work that evening to find your kitchen filled with candles and roses. You smiled to yourself as you walked through the doorway and watched as Harry put the finishing touches on dinner.

“Baby, you’re home!” He said, turning around at the sound of your voice.

“Why is my kitchen covered in flowers?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day.” he explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, I know that.” You smiled, walking over to wrap your arms around his waist. “But that doesn’t mean you have to go to all this trouble.”

Harry grabbed you back and placed a gentle kiss on your nose. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to. ’S'not every day I actually have an excuse to spoil my girl, is it?”

You kissed him back. “No, but you do it anyway.”

What you hadn’t told him was that you a Valentine’s Day present of your own for him. The two of you had yet to be intimate in your relationship. You had wanted to take your time and Harry was nothing if not supportive of that. Now you were finally ready to be with him and you thought that Valentine’s Day was the perfect night for that moment to occur.

After dinner, Harry took you upstairs to show you how he had decorated the bedroom. Even though you hadn’t slept with him yet, he had spent plenty of nights simply just sleeping in the bed next to you. He must have seen your breath hitch when he opened the door because he was immediately in front of you with his hands on your arms.

“I didn’t do this to try and force you into anything, I promise.” He said. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready to do. I thought it would be nice to just cuddle for a bit with all the candles. We don’t have to -”

You cut him off by reaching forward and kissing him passionately. When you pulled back, you saw the dreamy look in his eyes. You put your lips to his ear and whispered as seductively as you could, “I want to.”

When you pulled back this time, his eyes had gone from dreamy to lusty. Harry swallowed, “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” You replied. “I want to be with you tonight, Harry. And every night after that.”

Harry studied your face for a few seconds before breaking into a smile and gathering you up in his arms. He laid you gently down on the bed and hovered above you, just staring.

“What are you looking at?” You asked, almost becoming self conscious.

“You’re just…so beautiful.” He responded, running one hand over your cheek.

The rest of the night almost felt like a blur to you, and yet you could remember each and every single detail. Harry took his time with you, allowing to you to feel each and every movement. He was slow and sensual and constantly reminded you how beautiful you were. By the end of it, the two of you stayed connected to each other under the blankets – the candles still illuminating the room around you – with his hand running lazily over the skin of your back and your face pressed to his chest.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

Harry looked down at you and smiled. “I think I should be the one saying that.”

You laid there for another few minutes before you heard Harry speak again.

“You know, I think…”

“You think what?”

“I think I might be…” You heard him stop and take a deep breath. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

You felt your heart soar at his words. Although it was still early in your relationship, you had definitely felt that too. At first, you weren’t sure if it was love, but it was something you hadn’t felt for another human being ever before. Harry was different; Harry was special.

You looked up at him and grinned. “Yeah? You think so, do you?”

Harry smiled and you saw that adorable dimple in his cheek. “I definitely think so.”

You pressed a kiss to his chest. “Good. Because I know I am.”

Valentine’s Day – Year 3

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