ball winding

suchastart  asked:

Ooh headcanons! Casual intimacy? With the whole family! The careful way Wolf touches Cress's shoulder to move past her or quietly get her attention. Cinder plopping her feet in Thorne's lap. Winter twisting a curl of Scarlet's hair. Kai and Jacin in a crowded elevator, and Jacin edging protectively closer. Just little touches--things that show how close they are!

Ahhhhhhhh!!! Your examples are so incredibly adorable all by themselves! I can’t even express how much I love the idea of Wolf being so very careful about how he touches Cress. Instinctive little touches like that are such a big part of what makes the Rampion crew more family than friends. Touches and actions like…

  • Iko absently playing with the hair of whoever she’s sitting next to. She weaves delicate braids into Cress’s short locks (or Jacin’s longer ones), then unravels them to leave pretty little waves.
  • Jacin automatically throwing out an arm to halt any unpleasant jolts for his passenger—often Kai or Cinder or Winter—when the hover brakes unexpectantly.
  • Thorne gently tucking his flight jacket around Cinder’s shoulders when she falls asleep in the Rampion’s copilot seat after several hours’ worth of work on the control panel’s wiring.
  • Scarlet holding out a spoonful of the stew she’s just made to Cress for tasting, her other hand poised under it to catch any drips.
  • Winter propping her chin on Kai’s shoulder while they’re waiting for Jacin to bring the hover around after yet another exhausting press conference about the bioelectricity inhibitor.
  • Cress wordlessly handing any stubborn pickle/jam/jelly jars over to Wolf to open for her.
    • In turn, Wolf wordlessly handing over tangled headphones or knotted shoestrings to Cress because her small fingers excel where his giant hands fall short. 
  • Thorne carrying Cinder’s discarded heels (and Cress’s, of course) for her as the Peace Ball winds down and everyone’s walking back to the palace’s living space together.
  • Wolf snagging Thorne’s collar to haul him back before he accidentally steps off a curb wrong or steps in something unpleasant in the barnyard.
  • Iko holding onto Cinder’s arm for balance as she adjusts the strap on her sandals.
  • Scarlet dishing up second and third helpings at dinner without being asked because after all the meals they’ve eaten together, she knows who’s going to want what.
  • Kai bumping his shoulder against Thorne’s in greeting (and as a wordless “scoot over”) when he drops onto the couch next to him on movie night.

Seiyuu meet Legend of the Galactic Heroes

Falling Stars (3)

Pairing: Slight!kilix modern!oblivious!reader in this one (fem reader btw) (shoot me a pairing!)
Word count: 909 Lmao sorry its so short                                                        Summary; You just wanted a normal day for once but turns out you just can’t and end falling into middle earth and accompanying Thorin’s epic quest        

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It was freezing.

No, that had been an understatement. It was fucking cold, and all you had to protect yourself from the clutches of Jack Frost was a pathetic excuse of a blanket. Though, it was your fault you were a living snowman now. It was a spare one Gloín had somehow conjured up and with a great deal of reluctance he gave it to you after trying to swap it with his own newer, better one.

You regretted not taking up Bilbo’s offer when he insisted on sharing his thicker blanket with you now. You clenched your teeth as a shiver racked through your curled up form, a silent swear leaving your frozen lips.

This blows…

Your eyes flicked open and gazed longingly at Bilbo’s form across the camp. He looked warm and cozy. Maybe you could sneak over there? Nah, that was creepy and you’d rather freeze then have him freak out. You glanced at the dimming fire at the center of camp and an idea popped into your head. Of course, that meant you had to get up from your lovely position on the bumpy ground.

Stifling a groan, you managed to roll to your knees and shuffle close to the tiny flames, a few of your joints cracking as you moved. A smile crept onto your lips as thunderous snores echoed around the peaceful camp. Somehow it made you feel at home even if you had just met the boisterous dwarves and gentle Hobbit.

Your cold hands placed another minuscule log to feed the fire in hopes of regaining some feeling back to your fingertips. If there were more light you were positive they’d be blue. Oh well, if your fingers did fall off you could brag about it, much like the others did with their various scars and stories behind them. But loosing a finger to frostbite wasn’t exactly a story worth telling.


You jumped and toppled over, face landing in the soft earth. You groaned in frustration once you heard a light chuckle.

“I hate you.” You grumbled into the dirt.

Kíli scoffed and rolled his eyes before helping you up into a sitting position. The dark haired dwarf plopped down next to you and elbowed you playfully. “You love me.”

“Do not.” You hissed, biting your lip to keep the smile that threatened to form away. “I like worms more than you.”

“You wound me Ms. (y/n)!” Kíli cried softly, his hands placed over his heart in mock hurt. “I thought we were friends!”

“You wish.” You giggled.

“Mahal, you truly are wicked.”

You chuckled and elbowed him back before a violent shiver rushed through you from a chilly gust of wind. “Holy Balls, it’s cold.”

Kíli smirked and shuffled closer to you, close enough that you could feel his body heat through your blanket and tossed an arm around your shoulder. You couldn’t help but scoot closer under his arm in hopes of stealing some of that wonderful heat Kíli provided.

“You’re like a damn heater.” You mumbled partially to yourself, your numb fingers finding purchase on Kíli’s warm tunic.

“What’s a heater?”

“Um…it’s kinda like a portable fire?” You answered, forgetting  Kíli had no idea about the pleasures of modern technology. Poor dude…

“I wish we had one o’ those.” He said, grinning down at you.

“You and me both, Kee.”

Silence took over the conversation and as you stared into the flickering flames a horrible thought popped into your brain. Kíli must of noticed when your body tensed beside him, his warm chocolate orbs sending a questioning look.

“(y/n), are you alright?”

“W-what if I never get to go home, Kíli?”

Kíli’s brows furrowed slightly. He forgot you were from a world different from his own, you fit right in with all of them that he and the others barely noticed. He squeezed your shoulder and brought you closer to his side. You didn’t protest.

“Then you can live with us, dear (y/n).” He whispered, his goofy grin creeping over his lips. “I’m sure Thorin wouldn’t mind.”

You huffed and shrugged. “No offence, but I don’t think I made the best impression on your Uncle.”

You grimaced as flashbacks of the fateful day you told him he had a stick up his ass. You were surprised when Thorin didn’t drag you out into the forest that night and murder you executioner style. Though, there was still plenty of time for that…

“Bah,” Kíli said, waving off your words, “nonsense.”


“Don’t worry about it, (y/n).” Kíli reassured. “If my Uncle refuses, I’ll smuggle you in!”

That did not sound like a good idea.

“I don’t-”

“Will the both of ye shut yer traps?” A certain bald dwarf interrupted. “Ye both talk plenty ‘nough in tha’ day.”

The both of you jumped in surprise and after the initial spook, you both erupted in quiet giggles at waking the Hulk.

After your fit of giggles you reluctantly peeled yourself away from your personal heater, placed a soft kiss on Kíli’s cheek and wandered over to Bilbo’s side, oblivious of the bright red blush that put Clifford the Big Red Dog’s fur to shame on Kíli’s cheeks.

“Night, Kee.” He heard you say after you left his side.

He stuttered out a reply and placed a hand on where you had kissed him. The skin there still tingled and a large smile broke out across his face. No way in Hell would he ever let Thorin kick you out of the Company now…

My #stylechallenge meme! I did with my OC Olivia. It’s complete now and you can see it - hope you like it!! I’ve enjoyed it so much!

PD: I don’t know how to reply back on tumblr when someone comments a post but @laurenwilmshurst you were right!! :>

anonymous asked:

Curious about what you think of Serena joy in season 2. She has to die now, yeah? Beyond redemption at this point, right? I wonder if she'll even have a big role. I hope she does, but really no idea which way they are going with the story.

Ooooooooo Anon, you’re asking the big/hard questions. I like it :)
You know, honestly, when the HMT news was first announced I thought that it was going to be an event series (one and done). I like event series. Ever since we learned they had plans to continue for several seasons I have oscillated quite dramatically between being happy about this news, and having some big reservations about it. Let me preface this by saying, I am incredibly excited and proud of the fact that Yvonne is a part of such a great, potentially award winning, much talked about show, (one that she is so clearly proud of herself). And I am even more excited by the fact that Yvonne herself has been let loose with a freshly career defining character. Serena Joy is so freaking complicated and complex and Yvonne vibrates with her rage and vulnerability.

BUT, caveat time, I have struggled to see how they will be able to continue the story of Serena beyond June leaving the Waterford house, especially since the story is told from June’s perspective. I guess Serena could spend a lot of her time on the hunt for ‘her’ baby in Season 2, (or taking custody of Hannah), but that feels limiting to me. Basically, my biggest worry is that we get less and less screen time going forward, as Junes frame of reference increases and other characters start to step forward more and more.

The potentially good news? Bruce has always sung Yvonne’s praises and seems to really appreciate her (as he should) so I am going to try and trust that he will continue to give her compelling, significant stuff to do. Also in the plus column, in a recent interview he said this: “Moving ahead, I think it’ll be about her commitment to Gilead and its laws and rules — even the ones she doesn’t believe in — and how those butt up against her natural instinct towards dominance and intellectual contribution.” (…)“She could have a volcanic eruption like she has in this episode, and that’s enough to relieve the pressure for awhile. Or it could be the beginning of her deciding that a rebellion wouldn’t be such a bad thing.” Considering the rage and independence of this character, it makes sense to me that she would start to push back harder, to the point of joining the resistance or even leading it, and I am obviously SO ON BOARD for something like that, which I believe would also keep Yvonne prominent and important enough within the series to keep me happy.

Another big BUT though… - BUT, I wouldn’t mind terribly if Yvonne only spends another season or two on HMT (‘oooooh controversial’), because she can then move on with a solid win on her resume and possibly secure a lead role elsewhere (she is 100% talented enough, inherently and incredibly likeable, and definitely has the presence). I have said before that I believe this role to be a game-changer for her… I stand by that. It’s just about what doors HMT opens for her and whether she is in a position to walk through them or not, when they do.

BTW, if you haven’t read that Bruce interview (which I admit I only skimmed) you can check it out here for a few more little snippets:

falling like a feather, soft and light

In which Jyn is convinced that she’s hallucinating due to hypothermia. How else could she be safe and warm in Cassian’s arms?

Posted to AO3, as promised!

Now with a bonus deleted scene:

“—read me, Echo Base? Erso here—any—” The transmission was choppy and sliced with static, but just long enough for Cassian to recognize Jyn’s voice.

He clicked through a few frequencies, trying to improve reception, but the oncoming storm was already scrambling subspace transmissions. He swore and tried again. “Copy, Erso. This is Andor, report.”

“Fell—c-crevasse.” It wasn’t just static cutting the words out; he could hardly understand her shaking voice.

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The View From Here - well, I’m stuck in bed indefinitely while all my health problems join hands and skip down hill together. Technically, I’m not supposed to be knitting (or doing anything more strenuous with my hands than eating a sandwich). But …. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do while I sit on my butt waiting to feel like a human again. Plus I want to wear these socks, and start a shawl with some baby merino/cashmere I spun last year, and I’m BORED. Bored bored bored.

For someone who was terrified of sock knitting just 2 months ago, I sure seem to have got over it. This Welsh Mule (that is a sheep breed people, not an ass) that I dyed last year was meant to be part of a colourwork jumper. Then I looked at the stash and thought “Hmmmm… 1 jumper = 12 pairs of socks”, so I’ve become a sock maniac. Each pair is a bit better than the last and takes less time to knit. If I ignore the many doctors (who don’t knit and therefore don’t get it) I can make a pair in 3-4 days. And that is probably why it currently hurts to hold a sandwich, much less knitting needles. Pain shmain - it’s amazing what a knitter will put up with just to keep knitting (but if you ask me to put up with the same pain to, say, clean the kitchen, well … let’s just say the kitchen doesn’t look great right now). I wouldn’t say no to a knitting-elf, though. Actually, a skein-ball-winding-elf would be even better. Sigh.

Last night I thought I would teach the bf how to crochet, on the basis that this is a useful skill and I could put him to work on pot holders and other useful domestic accessories. After 2 hours, we were both laughing so hard we were crying and he still hadn’t got the hang of the basic move to make a single chain. How can you have a Masters in Engineering and not be able to pull a bit of yarn through a loop? It beat any comedy I’ve ever seen, anywhere, so if you are bored or just need a giggle, I highly recommend this for your evening entertainment. I’m looking forward to Episode 2 of “Crochet Masters” very much. I may have to film it next time.

I wonder if it’s possible to spin in bed?

Finding Home (2)

Summary: Avengers High School AU. Gender neutral reader-insert. You, the new kid, just want to be left alone. But instead, you get the Avengers gang – and maybe, a new home too.

Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of drinking or alcohol? Some angst. Some Tonfoolery. (Get it? Tony + tomfoolery? Lol.)

Author’s Note: Hello, everyone! OH MY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THE REACTION I GOT FROM THE FIRST PART??? I wanted to say thank you to all of you individually, but I couldn’t keep up with it anymore lol. So, I’ll take this opportunity to say THANK YOU SO FRIGGING MUCH OMG!! I’m so glad to see that so many liked and enjoyed this fanfic, thank you!!!

Lol, moving on: sorry, this took a while. I had to do some Marvel research and fix the backgrounds of all the characters in this AU, mixing their MCU with a bit of the comics + reality checks, and lemme tell you, these are some fucked-up pasts. Not good for a supposedly light series of one-shots. But I’ll do my best to incorporate as well as respect that. Let me know if there are any mistakes! Enjoy!

Finding Home: Part #1: beginning. Part #2: accusation. Part #3: restless. Part #4: coin. Part #5: haze.

2: accusation

n. a charge of wrongdoing.

This was a miracle. Arriving early, and to an empty classroom? You gave yourself mental applause as you stepped inside your first period, occupying your usual seat by the window. Looking out and pulling your jacket closer to yourself, you realized the world was quieter in the mornings. It could be that class didn’t start until twenty minutes from now, and most students didn’t arrive until five minutes before, but mostly, it was the gray sky, gloomy and heavy with cotton ball clouds, with winds growing harsh and cold but staying hushed. Others may see it as a darkening world, but for you, it was tranquility.


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