and the tags were super lacking

can you believe hinata knitted a huge scarf so that her and her gf sakura could share it on dates??

can you believe she’s also head of the hyuuga clan and is dismantling all the gross oppressive tactics used on its very own members, aND working on a memorial to commemorate all the people who fought and died in the War. 

can you believe that her gf sakura is head of the hospital, is also one of the co-hokages and is the strongest most legendarily powerful kunoichi in the shinobi world??


Characters: Andy Biersack/You

Band: Black Veil Brides

telarnidaniela suggested: y/n confides in ashley when a secruity guard from the tour has been making her feel uncomfterble and getting too touchy feely and she doesn’t know what to do and andy finds out

A/N: WOW, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. I apologize for the lack of imagines recently; I’ve been super busy studying for finals and everything :/ Butttt, school ends this Friday, so after that, I’ll have a lot more time to write for you guys! Thanks for sticking with me :)

Black Veil Brides had been touring for about 3 months now, and you were tagging along with them. You had started to date Andy a little over a year ago, so of course he asked you to come along with him on tour.

After a concert one night, you and the band were just sitting around in the tour bus chatting. Andy had left to go to the bathroom, so you took this opportunity to talk to someone about something that had been bothering you for a while.

“Hey, Ash, can we talk outside for a sec?” you asked, standing up.

“Oh, uh, yeah of course,” he nodded, following you out of the bus. “What’s going on?” he wondered when the door had closed, turning around to face you.

“Um, well, you know Steve, right?” you questioned, wanting to make sure he knew who you were talking about before you complained.

“The security guard? Yeah, I know him. What about him?” he replied.

“He’s just, uh, been making me feel kinda…uncomfortable,” you muttered, looking anywhere but at Ashley. Now that you were saying this out loud, you realized how stupid you must sound.

Ashley didn’t seem to think it sounded stupid, though. He tilted his head and said, “In what way?”

“I dunno, it just seems like he’s been taking every opportunity to touch me…like, yesterday, I was walking backstage before the show to meet up with Andy, and he bumped into me in the hallway and grabbed my ass. Like, actually grabbed it, not just brushed it. And it’s happened more than once,” you explained, sighing heavily. You didn’t want to be making a big deal out of nothing, but you were beginning to grow tired of being harassed.

Ashley frowned. “Really? I wish I knew…do you want me to say something to him?”

“I don’t really see what that will do. He’s not going to listen to you; I’ve already asked him to stop, but he hasn’t,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “I just want it to stop,” you whispered the last part, pressing your lips together.

“Hey, it’ll be okay,” Ashley assured you, coming over to you and hugging you. .You hugged back, glad for his support. “I’ll tell Andy, and he can-”

“No,” you interrupted, pulling away and looking into Ashley’s eyes. “You can’t tell him. I don’t want him to know.”

“Don’t want who to know what?” you heard a voice say. You jumped in surprise and turned to see Andy standing there, crossing his arms. He looked accusingly at you and Ashley, and you suddenly realized what he thought must be going on.

“Nothing,” Ashley said, shaking his head.

“Really?” Andy asked. “Cuz if you don’t tell me, I’m pretty sure I can connect the dots on my own.”

“Ash, it’s okay. I’ll just tell him,” you sighed, not wanting Andy to think that you were cheating on him.

“Okay, I’ll let you guys talk things out,” Ashley muttered, going back into the bus and leaving you and Andy alone.

“What’s going on, y/n?” Andy wondered, moving closer to you.

You took a deep breath before explaining everything that you had just told Ashley. Throughout your explanation, Andy’s facial expression depicted rage.

“How come you didn’t tell me that you were feeling uncomfortable?” he asked. “I could have done something to prevent you from feeling like that.”

“I didn’t want you to do anything you might regret later,” you explained, shrugging.

“C’mon, y/n. I’m never gonna regret keeping you safe.”

You blushed and nodded, realizing that there was no reason for you to worry in the first place about Andy knowing.

“First thing tomorrow morning, I’ll go up to Steve and ask him to stop. If he doesn’t agree, he’s gone. How does that sound?” Andy offered.

“Great,” you smiled, hugging him. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he chuckled, hugging you back and squeezing you lightly.

I didn’t really know how to end this?? I hope this is sufficient…

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Field of Stars

I took something that had been gathering dust for months in my WIP folder and re-worked as a short, super angsty drabble for Kaidan Appreciation Week. I don’t think this fits in any of the specific themes, but hey, I wrote something (finally).

This Shepard intentionally left blank.

There existed a place beyond pain, beyond grief, beyond even the shock of numbness. It was a void, a vacuum in the human emotional spectrum that lacked a name but lived in a fragile state between the spaces where love and loss normally were.

Kaidan had skirted around the event horizon of that spot a handful of times in his life.

The first time, he’d been seventeen years old, and he’d just killed a person for the first time to defend someone he cared about. Each scene, each frame of that day was indelibly burned into his memory. The sweltering heat of the practice room where Vyrnnus had kept them toiling for hours on a pointless drill. The unmistakable smell of dozens of sweaty teenage bodies as they gave their all in fear of what punishment they might receive if they failed, mixed in with the ozone smell of eezo. The strain—physical, mental, and emotional—of using his biotics for so long under those conditions without a break or so much as a drop of water. He could still remember the sound Rahna’s wrist had made when Vyrnnus snapped it, still smell the coppery tang of blood in the air, still feel the white hot boil of rage that exploded out from him like a supernova.

And he could recall the dead silence that followed as dozens of eyes all fastened on him in varying degrees of horror, admiration, and fear. When the rage had left him, when he realized just what he’d done, everything had just stopped for a while. And when the universe resumed, when Rahna had pushed him away, he could recall how empty he’d felt, like a deflated balloon left to flap in the wind.

The second time had been after Virmire. Hearing Ashley’s last words over the radio, seeing the blinding explosion and the bright mushroom cloud, knowing it could have been him….

Questioning why he was still alive and his friend and comrade-in-arms was dead.

I’m sorry, Kaidan. I’d never leave you behind. I couldn’t. You know that.

And now…now he was there again, staring out the tiny porthole window on the cargo deck of the SSV Armagh. His breath came in even beats, clouding up the transparent plasteel and receding just as fast as the anti-fog coating forced it to turn to condensation and run in tiny rivulets to the moisture collector at the bottom lip. His field of vision thus blurred with each breath he took, obscuring his view of the stars…and of the wreckage of the Normandy.

With a steady hand, he brought up his omni-tool again, and punched up his suit-to-suit radio with all the feeling of an automaton. He set it to broadcast on all non-essential frequencies, those not being used by the rescue pods that continued to comb through the ever-expanding debris field for survivors.

“Alenko to Shepard. Lieutenant Alenko to Commander Shepard. Please respond.” His roughened voice was calm, rehearsed, like he’d said those exact words twenty times already.

In fact, it had been twenty-three times, broadcast every hour on the hour since he’d stumbled listlessly from his escape pod onto the cold comfort of the Armagh’s deck.

And all he ever heard was the steady pop hiss pop of static.

As he watched the rescue pods putter back to the starboard side docking bays, he knew it was probably the last time, too.

A day. No more. After that we have to leave, or someone will start asking questions about what an Alliance cruiser is doing out in the Terminus systems, the Armagh’s captain had told him when he’d been brought on board.

Less than an hour later, the ship’s mass effect field came up, a rippling blur of blue light outside of his private little window.

Slowly, inch-by-inch, the details of the day etched themselves into his memory. His knees ached, and his head was starting to throb. The smell of his hardsuit stung at his nostrils—sweat, eezo, spilled coffee. The muted sobs and moans of the Normandy’s survivors behind him on the deck. The quiet, vacant stare Joker had given him before being carted off to the medical bay. The pop hiss pop of dead static on the radio.

The way the universe just stopped when the words he refused to say came unbidden to his tongue:

Good-bye, Shepard.

He swallowed those words hard, kept them tucked in his throat back in that place where the aching void of Shepard’s absence was only starting to seep through the numbness.

His stomach clenched as the ship’s inertial dampeners kicked in, putting the laws of physics on hold to avert the crush of gravity under acceleration. Fatigue and loss weighed on him almost as much as an undamped field. But he stayed upright, watching the light of the Amada system shift to red as the ship accelerated to faster-than-light speeds.

If only we’d had more time.

But there was no more time. There were no long talks by his station. No more late night visits to Shepard’s quarters. No more laughter, no more planning for a shore leave that would never come.

No more.

Kaidan put his palm on the window, a vain attempt to touch what couldn’t be touched anymore.

Shepard was gone, lost in a field of stars. And Kaidan was left staring at the edge of the void left in that wake.

Panic Cord (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 4

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took eighty years to write, but it’s finally here! I kinda had to re-read the previous parts because i was completely lost at this point haha! But i hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

“Y/N, please let me expla-“

You cut off his pleas with a simple close of your window. To say you were surprised to see him was a giant understatement. You expected him to be on the other side of New York right now, but here he was. Regardless of the fluttering of your heart, you were still upset. Bucky abandoned you and Alfie, it would take more than a simple apology and bouquet of roses to make up for that.

You turned your back to him and crossed your arms over your chest.

So now he was sorry? After what he did? Didn’t he know how dangerous New York was after dark? You were extremely lucky that you didn’t have a repeat of what happened last week. Someone could’ve hurt you or worse, hurt Alfie!

“Y/N,” Bucky pleaded once more. He tapped on the glass lightly. “I know you’re probably infuriated with me right now, but at least give me a chance to properly apologize to you.”

You scoffed. Properly apologize? Did he really think you’d let him off the hook after that? And you were beyond infuriated, you were livid! He had the audacity to come back to you after what he did!

Turning around, you unlocked the window. He slid his hand underneath the glass and gently pushed it up, allowing himself to crawl inside your apartment. Why couldn’t he just use the door? Did he think that little of you?

You could hear him straightening himself up, adjusting his jacket. He was nervous and he should be. You might be blind, but you had a pistol for a mouth and you could use it when you needed to. You weren’t by any means an angry person, but this man was pushing your buttons tonight.

“What do you want, Barnes?” Your eyes were narrowed at what you hoped was him. People always told you it creeped them out when you made eye contact the rare couple of times you did.

You could hear Bucky step closer to you. You took a step back.

“I am really, really sorry for leaving you, Y/N.” he said. “I just…when you pulled away from my arm I thought I hurt you.”  

Your glare softened. He thought he hurt you.

“But you did hurt me,” you whispered. “Not physically, but emotionally. You just left me there. I had no idea how to get home.”

You heard him swallow loudly.

“I didn’t exactly leave you,” he confessed. “I made sure you got home safely. Although, some people might’ve thought I was stalking you.”

“So you watched me struggle for five hours and didn’t offer to help?”

His breathing halted for a second and you could practically feel the anxiety reeking from him.

“I just…didn’t want you to get hurt, Y/N,“ he whispered. "I’m not exactly boyfriend material. Hell, I’m not even friend material I’m just…bad.”

Your glare had long subsided. You didn’t like many things in life, but to hear Bucky talk about himself the way he did really caused your insides to twist.

You were angry with him, there was no doubt about that. But you tried to picture being in his shoes. He was probably just as on edge as you were, if not more. But that still didn’t excuse what he did.

With a sigh, you crossed your arms.

“I guess I’ll forgive you,” you admitted. You could hear Bucky let out a sigh of relief and step towards you. You felt his hand gently brushing the flesh of your cheek, but you immediately pulled away from it.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let this slide, Barnes.” you added.  “You still have to prove yourself; especially to Alfie.”

You meant it to come out fiercely and with a strong meaning, but as soon as you finished that sentence, the sounds of Alfie’s gentle snores filled the room.

That little booger.

You felt the coldness of a metal hand gently grasping your flushed cheek. How could he make you feel like a blushing schoolgirl with just one simple touch? You had such a love/hate relationship with it at the moment.

With a small sigh, you placed your hand on the back of his and gently pulled it away from your cheek once again that night. 

“I promise,” he began, his voice laced with guilt. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make up for this night. I’ll do anything, Y/N.”

You clicked your tongue, cocking your head to the side.

“Anything?” You ask, squinting your eyes.

“Anything.” He assured.

You knew it was really early for this, but you wouldn’t be able to sleep on your own tonight. You were too paranoid that someone had followed you home. Maybe someone did, and somehow they didn’t notice the six foot super soldier following you. Hell, if Bucky could climb onto the fire escape like that, anyone could.

“Stay with me?” You whisper.

He didn’t say anything, and that worried you. Had you gone too far this time? You knew Bucky was an old fashioned kind of man, but surely it wouldn’t be a big deal.

You jumped slightly when you felt the warmth of his flesh hand collide with yours, pacing your fingers together. He guided you across the room until your knees had come in contact with the bed.

You felt him unzip your hoodie and gently slide off the wrinkled material before tossing it to the side. As he discarded your shoes, you felt yourself wondering if he did this to the other women he was with or was this simply for you?

Once you were left in just your shirt and underwear, you heard the rustling of sheets, along with Alfie’s snores growing louder.

“C’mon, doll.” He says softly, placing his hand on your lower back and guiding you into the comfort of your bed.

You felt the sheets engulf your body as you crawled into your bed. You could hear Alfie maneuvering around your feet until he found a comfortable position in the bed. With a small huff, he plopped down into the comforter and drifted off into dreamland. 

You could hear the small sounds of Bucky getting undressed and it was at this moment did you desperately wish to be able to see him. You followed the sounds of clothes being discarded and dropping onto the carpet until you felt the bed dip beside you. 

You shivered, not liking the cold temperature of the room. It was the last day of September, meaning the temperatures were dropping more and more each day. 

“Y/N,” you heard Bucky whisper from the other side of the bed. 

Your eyes opened, peering in the direction of his voice. 

“Yes, Bucky?” 

He was silent for quite a while and you began to wonder if he fell asleep again or maybe just decided to stop mid question. 

“If you want…you can sleep near me if you’re cold.” 

You felt your cheeks heating up as you processed his words. You liked Bucky, really you did, but you were always very distant with people. After what happened when you were little…

With a small smile, you scooted closer to Bucky. You gently rested your head on his chest, letting out a small whimper as you were engulfed in his warmness. The man was like a human heating system and you craved it. 

“Bucky?” you asked, feeling your eyes drooping. The lack of sleep was finally starting to hit you now. 

“Yeah?” he whispered. You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling deeply. 

“Thank you.” 


Next part is gonna get a bit smutty ;)

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anonymous asked:

Can you please post the most pure and kind pictures of Amy you have? I'm super stressed out and need to see happy pictures of such a wonderful person existing to cheer me up.

I got you covered buddy! hope you feel better soon!! my computer is being really weird and only letting me send certain pictures and these were the only ones it would let me send :c but i hope her adorableness in gif form will make up for the lack of pictures! (if you need more pictures, my ‘;; amy’ tag is chock full of them!)

Blame- Bucky Barnes- Part 12

a/n: this will probably be the last update for a while but to make sure it’s not too long…. Reblog & tag a friend to help get a new part uploaded :)

Also, we’re nearing the end of this… so please send me requests as this story only has about another 3 or 4 parts to go!












Originally posted by feueriosa

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

You were taken to the Super Max prison in the middle of the ocean. Wanda had been straight-jacketed, and you had all been put in separate cells. You had gotten some medical attention for your eye, but you found out you had nearly lost complete sight in it. You weren’t sure if it was your lack of sleep, or your anxiousness caused by Steve and Bucky’s unknown whereabouts or status, or your loss of blood but you had become unstable in the medical room. You thrashed out on the doctors and they had to sedate you to calm you down. They took you back to your cell in handcuffs, not trusting you anymore.

You had no idea of time or day, but Tony had come to the prison and came into your block of cells.

Clint clapped sarcastically as he entered, “The futurist, gentlemen! The futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what’s best for you, whether your like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton.” Tony replied moving up to Clint’s cell and speaking to him through the glass, “I had no idea they’d put you in here, come on.”

“Yeah, well, you knew they’ll put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah. But, not some super max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint suggested. He stood up and moved towards the glass, talking directly to him, “Criminals, Tony. I think that’s the word you’re looking for. Right? It didn’t used to mean me, or Sam, or (Y/n) or Wanda. But, here we are.”

“'Cause you broke the law.” Tony counted

“Yeah.’ Clint sighed

“I didn’t make you.”

“The law. The law.” Clint began pacing back and forth.

“You read it, you broke it.”

“The law. The law,” Clint continued, “the law.”

“Alright, you’re all grown up. You got a wife and kids. I don’t understand why didn’t you think about them before you choose the wrong side?” Tony finished, moving away from his cell as Clint stood up angrily.

“You better watch your back on this guy. Chances are he’s going to break it.” He said as he banged his hands against the glass.

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” Scott said as Tony walked past

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anonymous asked:

I'd love to read about being really shy/nervous and asking for a picture but then they're really nice about it. All the boys or just one. Thanks!

Omg that’d totally be me ugh. I’m usually pretty confident but I’d turn into a blubbering mess around those boys so ugh, I’m just gonna narrow this one down to Calum. And I guess I’ll make it a little story instead of just a blurb cuz why not

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anonymous asked:

Hey Jane! Hope you're well. I was wondering if you could write a little story about the PJO guys finding helium filled balloons, bonus points if one of the guys gets Nico to do it too or at least make him giggle.

“Hold on, hold on - let me try.”

Piper pinched the neck of the balloon in between her fingers and brought the mouth of it to her lips. She inhaled, straightening her back as she did so, then held her breath. The others waited, childish snorts already escaping them. The anticipation enough was amusing.

Piper’s eyes crinkled before she began singing - more like screaming: “NAAAAAANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA!

The six others burst into a fit of laughter. Jason had to hold himself on the back of the chair to keep from falling over. Percy had already claimed a spot on the floor, choking on breath he couldn’t catch.

Annabeth waved Piper over and took the next hit. These were children - inhaling helium like it was oxygen - and enjoying what little innocence they had left. Leo was busy blowing up some more balloons at the tank in the corner of the room, the high pitched peep of the nozzle barely louder than the kids who were shrieking with unhindered joy.

When Annabeth tried to say something, she laughed instead, which was funny alone. Frank was slumped over the table, pillowing his face in his arms as his shoulders shook with hard, silent guffaws. Hazel’s giggles were high already - her laugh on helium might only be heard by Frank in dog-form. Her legs flailed as she kicked them in the air, clutching her belly.

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Captain America Civil War Trailer Dropped!!!!

It is finally here, the long anticipated trailer for Marvels next big installment and it looks stunning! Watch it above before reading on.

The trailer has the perfect formula of action and plotline establishment to show case this movie. While other trailers like Star Wars The Force Awakens manage to give a perfect summary withoutexposing the plot, this one required it, to establish the excitement that it recieved. I will be showing my favourite moments from this amazing trailer!

First off this awesome dropkick from our favourite super soldier sending a soldier flying! This movie seems to be having the same amazing fight scene quality as its predescessor.

Then my personal second favourite showing Falcon use his flight tech for a whole new form of fight style in flying fashion this is an incredible way to show Falcons ability in the field!

Next up Cap’s roster for the battle, but specifically in the background it would seem Scarlet Witch has greatly improved in her powers since Age of Ultron as she soars into battle with a blast of red energy to the floor. Scarlet Witch’s abilities unique nature opens up a whole new brilliant visual effects window!

Following that scene promptly we got a first look at Black Panther but this spin kick to Bucky is by far my favourite moment showing his marial arts experence and stunning vibranium armour in action!

And finally by far the best moment in this exciting sneak peek- Cap and Bucky tag teaming on Iron Man kicking the living daylights out of him as they swap the shield between them. Iron Man seems at a loss at the moment as two super soldiers relentlessy beat on him!

This final note is not exactly a moment but simply a note to all those who were dissapointed by the lack of Ant Man in the trailer!

Captain America Civil War is released April 29 here in the UK and May 6 in US