and will reblog it....tomorrow or later

anonymous asked:

Are you jealous of Jimin bcs he was ranked higher than you for abs?

Jin: Nahh not really

Jin: Since he has the nicest physique out of all of us and he’s always willing to pose for me when I need him to.. but that’s just because he’s a very nice friend and is willing to help me with my art struggles! 

Come the end of year three, two rooms will have opened up in the Haus. Lardo offers her dibs to Dex, Ransom and Holster offer the attic to Nursey. 

Thing is, though, Nursey and Dex just assumed they’d be offered the attic together. They figured it’d be just one of those things. Inevitable, even though they dreaded it a little bit too. They knew they’d be living together. Just, neither had thought it would be in separate rooms. 

Nursey has a list on his phone of things to buy over the summer. A new desk, a nicer sound system, lamps. Dex’s been trying to figure out how to avoid Nursey finding out he’s secretly terrified of the top bunk. 

They both avoid addressing how it feels like a disappointment. Because they’re finally getting what they worked so hard for. Dex helped Bitty with the cooking, he did dishes, he cleaned the tub after a kegster…and it’s all paying off, but he can’t help but frown a little when Lardo ruffles his hair and tells him he’s earned it. 

Ransom and Holster reveal the attic to Nursey with a gift in the middle of the room: a queen bed. He finds it difficult to be enthusiastic, knowing that yeah, Dex will be sleeping directly under him, but not close as he had so frequently imagined.

Nursey and Dex think of how often Ransom and Holster casually mentioned sleeping together on the bottom bunk. They think of how comfortable the two were with each other. The way they kind of…were together…or not? But it didn’t matter, because they just…were the two of them? And they were happy. And now Nursey and Dex are scared they’ll never get to that point. 

Sunday submissions will be a bit tricky today.  If you have already submitted, you are queued up for today.  My relative’s house is a communication dead zone so I can’t accept any more new posts.  If you want to tag me in an existing post , I will do my best to reblog it when the stars are aligned and I get one bar of reception for 5 minutes. If not, I can post much later tonight or tomorrow. 

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Holidays to everyone!  

Park Place (Part 7/7)

Summary: You go on your usual walk with your dog only to bump into someone special.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1800 on the dot

Warnings: A bit of angst, brief mention of Bucky’s past, language. Otherwise, there’s still fluff!

A/N: AHH I can’t believe I’ve already posted a full fanfic series on tumblr! I have a few parts down already of my new series, so I’ll either post something later tonight (maaaaybbeee) or tomorrow, this weekend at the latest. Thank you so much for all of the notes & reblogs. It means so much!! I hope you enjoy!! :D

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @lilasiannerd @andhiseyesweregreen @pandarosita @feelmyroarrrr @barnesfuckedmeup @paulaamarieee

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As you were walking back to the living room, you were intercepted by Wanda, who took you aside and into a tight hug.

         “He doesn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered to you. “He’s just afraid of what you will think of him after.”

         You angrily wiped the rogue tear that slipped down your cheek, and suddenly they just kept happening. Wanda soothed you, wiping your tears away as she whispered softly in Sokovian to try and calm you. It worked a little, and you realized she had been using her powers as well, because you soon felt the tears pricking up again the moment she stopped. You forced them back, and then forced a soft smile to her. “I’m glad you’re okay, Wanda. I missed you.”

         She took your hand. “I missed you, too. I’m glad you care for us so much. Even if you do favor one member over most of us.”

         You laughed wryly. “Not at the moment, anyway. He has some explaining to do.”

         “And maybe you do, as well,” Wanda said. “He was worried sick about you, Y/N. He would do his best to hide it when necessary, but his thoughts were all of you.”

         Biting the inside of your cheek, you made sure you looked a bit more presentable before you and Wanda headed back into the living room. You said hi to the others, and you noticed they were all a bit scratched up, and definitely tired. Way more than you were. Despite the fact you were angry about the fact no one even tried to contact you through another communicator (Bucky’s had been damaged in the shootout) or through another means, they were all alive.

         After Steve came back into the living room, you hugged him.

         “I was expecting a lot more anger,” he told you as he hugged you back.

         “Let me just be thankful you guys are okay. The storm’s brewing in the distance, trust me,” you replied. “I’m glad you’re okay, Steve. Can I go and see Bucky?”

         Slowly, he nodded. “Yeah, he’s in his room. Just knock first, okay?”

         You immediately went over to Bucky’s room, and sure enough, you found the door shut. You knocked twice. “It’s me.”

         “Y/N?” you heard Bucky’s muffled voice through the door. “Hold on, I-ow, shit.”

         You heard pained noises coming through the door. You barely debated waiting as you opened the door, revealing a bandaged Bucky standing at the foot of the bed, trying to pull on a long-sleeved t-shirt, but failing with his wound.

         “Bucky,” you sighed, and stepped inside the room, letting the door shut behind you. He turned away from you, trying to block his arm from your view.

         “Y/N, I-I…”

         You stepped up to him. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. I’ll leave if you want. But… but you have to know I don’t want to. I don’t want you to have to hide from me anymore. I don’t want you to push me away.”

         He looked down at his arm, away from you. “I…I feel so close to you, Y/N. I don’t want to have to hide from you anymore. It’s not fair to you when I’m okay with the rest of the team seeing it. I just… I don’t want to frighten you away.”

         You scoffed lightly. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Bucky. You’ll have to try harder than that.”

         Slowly, Bucky turned toward you. There were cuts and bruises along his face and chest, and the thick white gauze was packed from just under his left armpit to the waistband of his sweatpants. You walked over to the bed, sitting down on it. Bucky came to sit to the right of you, sighing.

         You hesitantly brushed your fingers against the palm of his hand, tracing the plates of his palm. You cupped his hand, turning it around to brush over his knuckles and continuing to run your fingers along the plates of the top of his hand. You turned his hand back over, and slowly intertwined your fingers with his to hold his hand. Hesitantly, he moved his fingers down to rest gently on the top of your hand.

         With your other hand, you began to trace up from his palm to his wrist, and around to his forearm, seeing a few scratches there, most likely from blocking hits. You continued up the inside of his arm until reaching his bicep, where you traced along all of the different patterns of plates there. Hesitantly, you brushed over the star at the top, your eyes watering at the thought of what they did to him, what that symbol meant. And then you reached his shoulder, and you felt Bucky tense and pull away from you slightly. This was the part he was the most nervous about.

         “I don’t have to look at the scars, Bucky. Not if you don’t want me to,” you told him. He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, turning his head away from you, as if he expected you to do the same.

         “Go ahead.”

         Slowly, you traced just along the line where his scar tissue met metal, and Bucky shivered slightly. Your fingers branched out, feeling all of the different patterns and widths of the pink, raised scars.

         “Does it hurt?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

         Bucky shook his head. “Not really.”

         You sighed, and removed your hand, bringing it back down to rest in your lap. You realized your hand was still in his, and you slowly removed it, standing up and turning to face Bucky.

         “Y/N…”

         “Bucky, I-I can’t…” you began, but you couldn’t find the words to say. You watched as he stood up, beginning to pack his bag back up, like he was leaving again, like he was leaving you. “Don’t you dare.”

         “What?” he snapped.

         “Don’t push me away, damn it! Why do you seem to think that I’m appalled by you, Bucky?” you asked.

         “Because I am!” he shouted. “This thing… I’ve done terrible things. And you don’t even know the half of it, Y//N. I’m a monster. A murderer. A pawn. Most of my past is still missing. There’s still holes in my mind. For all I know I can wake up the Winter Soldier again. I can’t sleep well at night, because the moment I fall asleep I have nightmares. I constantly feel like I’m going to wake up back with them, and I’m going to lose everything I’ve built here. And that I’m going to lose you. I can’t lose you, Y/N. Even if you hate me, I can’t take you leaving me. You’re one of the very few things in my life that actually makes some goddamn sense, that feels right. And now I’ve gone and fucked it up, and I’ve pushed you away, and that’s the last thing I wanted. Ever.”

         The tears overtook you. You turned around, not wanting him to see you like this. Bucky didn’t say a single word to you. You heard some movement, and you looked to see him packing his bag back up yet again. “W-where are you going to go?” you stammered.  

         “Going to the guest wing. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry I hurt you, Y/N. I just… I was just foolishly hoping for you to not be scared,” he said, his voice breaking. You turned to look at him in confusion.

         “Wait, why do you think I’m crying?” you asked him.

         He shook his head, like it was plain to see. “Don’t do that, Y/N. You know why. I’m sorry I showed you, okay?”

         You reached out, grabbing his arm. His left arm, and taking it in yours, stopping him from leaving. “I’m not crying because of that, Bucky.”

         He didn’t turn back to look at you as he spoke. “Then why?”

         “Because I was terrified, Bucky! Do you realize how worried I was? I couldn’t sleep, I barely ate, and I was constantly wondering if you were even alive. When you didn’t answer… when you didn’t come home, I couldn’t…”

         Bucky turned around, and looked down at you in shock. “You… you don’t hate me?”

         “No! Did you lose your eyesight too? I’m standing here crying over you, and you think I hate you?” you laughed in disbelief, trying to stop the tears. “Bucky, I’ve been drawn to you the moment I met you. And can you imagine my disbelief when you wanted to see me, to spend time with me? You want to know what scares me so much? Fine. It’s scary how much I care for you, because I’ve never felt this way before, and it terrifies me. And here you are pushing me away, making me feel like shit because you can’t possibly care for me as much as I do for you. Because if you did, you might realize exactly how much I like you, Bucky!”

         For a moment, Bucky was still, silent. The only sound in the room was your thudding heartbeat, and the sound of your crying.

         “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you choked out, and you moved to leave his room.

         “Where do you think you’re going?” you heard him ask. The moment you turned back around, you were wrapped up tightly in Bucky’s arms, and his lips were pressing fervently to yours. He didn’t care if you had just been crying, or if he was injured – he continued to kiss you, his right hand cupping your face, his hand shaking slightly, the left wrapping around your waist, drawing you in closer to him. As you moved your hands from his neck to his face, you noticed tears of his own.

         “I know I have a reason to be snot-nosed, but why are you crying?” you asked him, laughing softly.

         He smiled, leaning his forehead against yours. “I thought I had made you hate me. But instead, you tell me your feelings that I’ve only imagined in my dreams? That’s worth it to me. You will always be worth it to me.”

         You pressed your lips to his again, and after a while, Bucky pulled away, laughing.

         “What’s so funny?” you asked him. He shook his head with a sigh.

         “It’s just… remind me to give Lola some dog treats later. This is all because of her, really. I mean, she brought us together.”

         You smiled. “I think she’ll be super excited to be here more often. She loves that track.”

         Bucky cupped your face in his hands. “I’m excited for you to be here more often. But, if you’re going to be here a lot, I should warn you – the others will expect cookies.”

         You raised an eyebrow. “And what do you expect, Bucky?”

         “This,” he murmured, and pressed his lips to yours.

So, apparently, @writing-prompt-s reblogged my fill of the 100 pp prompt.

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And now I get the opportunity to say hello to a whole mess of new followers!

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I’ll be answering some asks later tonight, but for now here’s a general PSA!

My writing can be found in my writing tag here (X)

I did also write the Devil Deals story here (X)

Parent Points is currently being made into a whole collection of short stories! Tomorrow is the release date of my anthology, in which is a sneak peak! Here’s the official list of stories included in the anthology here (X)

See y’all later tonight in my askbox!

WINTER WONFES 2017

tomorrow is wonfes (aka the busiest days this blog will have every year)! time for that half-yearly plan to slowly kill our wallet. :’>

as usual, the event will start at 10am JST on the 19th Feb, although sometimes GSC might update a little earlier.  i’ll be posting and reblogging news and updates under the #wf2017w tag. please feel free to ts or track the tag, as there are usually a lot of updates.

are there any figures you’re looking forward to?

Mutuals

Alexander Hamilton x Reader
Words: 341
Prompt: Your OTP meet over tumblr
Hi idk if anyone will like this BUT ANYWHO IT’S UP.
i’ll be posting a phillip x reader later today and a tjeff x reader tomorrow! but enjoy this one x
requests are open as always!

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Alexanderhamilrants was your favourite tumblr account. His account was at it’s peak with 800,000 followers and over 200,00 reblogs and likes per post. You loved reading his rant posts and listening to him constantly roast his rival blog, iknowwherefranceis, an anonymous blog who had been fighting against alexanderhamilrants since the beginning of the internet.

For a while, you had been a ghost follower. You had liked every single one of Alexander’s posts and reblogged the hilarious ones, but you had never spoken to him. You admired the way he could win every argument, no matter what the topic.

You decided that it was finally time to message the blog that you had been stanning for all of your tumblr life. You took a deep breath, clicking on their profile and shooting them a message.

(y/t/url): hi! I’ve been following your blog for a long time and I thought I’d say hello. I really like all of your rants.

alexanderhamilrants is typing…

alexanderhamilrants: Thanks! I’ve seen you reblog all my posts. I’ve checked out your blog a few times and it seems pretty cool. What’s your name?

Your eyes widened. The great alexanderhamilrants had seen your blog, which mainly contained rants and shitposting. “Oh god,” You mumbled.

(y/t/url): oh thanks! the majority of it is shitposting tbh. I’m (y/n).

The typing bubbles popped up again, showing that he was typing.

alexanderhamilrants: nice to meet you (y/n)! I’m Alexander, but please call me Alex. What do you say we become mutuals?

Your eyes widened. “Alexander Hamilton wants to become a mutual with me. I’m sitting in my bed surrounded by chip crumbs, wearing track pants. Wow,” you mumbled to yourself. “He must really have low standards.”

(y/t/url): sounds good! hey, listen, I’ve gotta get ready for work, but I’ll talk to you when I get back okay??

alexanderhamilrants: That’s fine! Hey, if it’s easier, I can give you my number? I know tumblr is a massive data waster.

(y/t/url): sure! Its xxx xxx xxx. Talk to you later Alex!

alexanderhamilrants has followed you

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Bam! 4 parts in one day. I hope this made the hiatus worth it. digital colored pages in the next update!! >~<

Also for all those sending me asks, I thank you very much. I’m promising not to spam your dashes with asks so I’m gonna save them all up for tomorrow and answer them in a text post. This will be probably what I do from now on. thanks for your patience

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Every Wand’ring Bark

Okay so basically @jyncassians​ and @dyingsighs​ have both recently expressed an ardent desire for more Bail (and Breha) fic that isn’t about Leia, and me, being me, saw that and decided, “I can do that.” So basically, here you two–and everyone else who has expressed such a desire–go. (Feel free to–aka please! I would love it if you would–reblog and/or tag others who you know will enjoy this. I know it can be hard to spread fic about these two around :(.) Anyhoops, I hope you enjoy.

Many thanks to my roommate the kells for all her help (even though she’s not even close to being in the sw fandom), as well as @princess-sansa-of-ithilien​ and @absynthe–minded​.

This story takes place mid-The Clone War.

Title and all section headers are taken from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116.

Every Wand’ring Bark

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Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds

There is exhaustion in his bones, blood on his robes, and the ash of war in his eyes. Bail steps from the ramp of the ship that bore him to Alderaan, feeling in every step down to the earth of his home the hours that he has not slept, and the hours he has spent overseeing death and destruction with only the paltriest of healing condolences.

Breha meets him there, at the border between heaven and earth, and takes his hands in hers as he steps onto Alderaan for the first time in what must be years. “Welcome home, my love,” she murmurs, and pulls his head down so that she might kiss his cheek. They are not alone on the landing pad, and so the kiss is chaste and, though warm, distant: a dozen guards line the path from ship to palace, and two dozen more staff—councilors, administrators, ambassadors, courtiers—wait to smile and bow before their monarchs. The eyes of their world are on them, hard and heavy and demanding, and they know it.

Bail fights to keep from shuddering away from her touch. The stain of war which clings to him, he thinks, should never so much as touch her lips.

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HEYO, it me, this next post (that I hope to get done tomorrow) will contain HEAVY heavy heavy spoilers!

If you haven’t finished the game yet, please blacklist #SM Spoilers or just tell me your spoiler tag and I’ll try to tag it as best as I can

It’ll be a LOOOOOOng post so it’ll be hard to scroll past it quickly! Just warning you now! (I will also reblog this tomorrow)

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eyyye guys safely landed. I’m using a different lighting here but tbh i think this one looks very nice. idk. the place I’m staying is really quiet and I’m v happy about that, like it’s such a relief.

so update on my life, I don’t have my tablet with me and i know I have some requests but you guys will either have to wait or get traditional sketches. meanwhile, I plan to make a document for this comic I just need to think about how I will format the document. I don’t think it’ll take long…

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remember when I said I would post updates daily? hahahahaha don’t trust my words. sorry for shit edititng I;m supposed to be asleep for cause I need to bw awake by 3:30am for a flight to florida rip me 

also I plan to be releasing a google doc with the dialogue typed out so ppl can more easily read my work cause my handwriting is a mess. look forward to that. just fyi in the future that document may not be updated as fast as these comic updates just for the fact that I’ll just rush updates like i rn aaaaaAAAAHHH SHIT I ALMOST GOT CAUGHT uuhhh gtg

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