but i do love their dynamic

anonymous asked:

Do you think Jensen at the cockles panel is what alpha!Jen in rut(?) would be like?

Are you mostly refering to his need to show Misha his junk? ;3 (I haven’t actually seen all of the Cockles panels because I get embarrassed easily.)

I would actually love the idea that Jensen in rut behaves in ways that aren’t really usual for alphas. The focus on his junk and the need to tell people that it’s amazing, yes sure, that is normal. He has to show the omega he has his eyes on what he’s got after all (”Jensen, put that back where it belongs. We’re already mated” would mostly fall on deaf ears. Because Jensen has to show the world that he’s a good alpha. “Okay, alright, we get it. Cross your legs, Jensen.”)

But after some activities to take the edge off (”mistakes were made”, like having rut sex to take the edge off instead of just having Jensen take some pills and a cold shower and then some normal sex.), Jensen in rut is goofy, affectionate, emotional… etc.

reylochanblog  asked:

Hello, I'm new to your blog and luckily, I am now one of your new "Zutara" followers in tumblr and in this fandom:3 When I first watch the Avatar up till the end of season 3 as a kid, I honestly ship kataang, maybe it's because due to my usual love for fairy tales with no angst whatsover, but when I rewatched them again this year, it made me realize that Zutara has more depth in romance than kataang. As for my question... Does Zutara have similarities with "beauty and the beast" ? just a trivia?

Yes and no. Zuko and the Beast have similar characteristics, as do Katara and Belle, but their dynamics (I assume we are talking about the Disney version) are very different.

Zuko and the Beast are either cursed, or think themselves cursed:

Zuko: It’s ok. I used to think this scar marked me. The mark of the banished prince, cursed to chase the Avatar forever. But lately, I’ve realized I’m free to determine my own destiny, even if I’ll never be free of my mark. 

As a result of their disfigurement, they become temperamental and isolated, seeing no way out of their circumstances even though they are royalty. Only by changing themselves on the inside can they transform their outer lives as well.

Katara and Belle both grew up in constrained circumstances, Belle in a “poor provincial town” that doesn’t have the intellectual stimulation she is looking for; Katara in the war-ravaged South Pole where her people are living at a subsistence level. Belle wants adventure in the wide world; Katara wants to travel across the globe to master waterbending. Katara, I would argue, develops quite a bit more, not just in mastery of her craft but in maturing as a person. Belle is already pretty much the person she wants to be at the beginning of the movie.

“Beauty and the Beast” is about Belle finding adventure and the Beast learning from Belle how to be an unselfish, compassionate, even social human being. While Zuko certainly undergoes an arc of that kind, said arc is helped by, but does not hinge on, Katara’s presence in his life. It is his uncle who is the most important factor in Zuko’s development besides Zuko himself. Katara doesn’t “save” or redeem Zuko. Also, there is a lot more reciprocity in Avatar; during “The Southern Raiders”, Zuko was there for Katara when she was angry and confused, whereas the Beast’s aid to Belle is based on brute strength, e.g. rescuing her from the wolves. Most telling of all, while Zuko captures Katara for a single evening, later they are imprisoned together, and later still, Katara and the rest of the GAang are ready to attack and imprison Zuko, the only thing stopping them being Zuko’s aid in defeating Combustion Man. Zuko is not the master of the house Katara is dwelling in; he has no authority over her or her family. If anything, in Season 3 it is Katara who has authority over Zuko, since Aang won’t let him join the GAang until all of his friends are on board.

Katara and Zuko’s character arcs in A:TLA are about two individuals making their lives whole again, sometimes with each other’s help, sometimes with the help of friends and family. “Beauty and the Beast” is about two people making one life together, and only realizing how much that means once the mutual life is threatened.

i love the song party poison because it really captures like, the dynamic between the first and second wave of killjoys

like? at first glance the song sounds like its encouraging you to party/do dumb reckless shit/etc, which is what the second wave of killjoys (vamos, vanya, val, etc) think the first wave (fab four, cherri, dr. d, etc) were going for which is like… not at all what they were about

but like, when you actually pay attention to the lyrics, you realize the actual meaning/the actual intent of the first wave killjoys, which is basically against that party mindset (“this aint a party/get off the dance floor,” “cause all the good times/they give you cancer,” etc), and thats what the original killjoys were actually about

but since it got warped, the next wave of killjoys just know the first wave as just a bunch of reckless partiers who wore bright colors, but they dont get like, the full reasons behind what they did, they dont realize that they were against all the things that the new wave loves oh so much

and idk i just feel like the song party poison really, fully captures the vibes and contents of the killjoy universe, possibly even more than like na na na and shit…

anywayz! i still fuckin love the killjoy universe lmao

dineshgilfoyle  asked:

Tara/Willow or Tara/Oz, Buffy/Angel or Buffy/Spike, Fred/Gunn or Fred/Wesley?

Thank you!!! 

Tara/Willow or Tara/Oz –-Not sure if you meant Willow/Oz?! I actually love the idea of a Tara/Oz brotp, though :) As much as I enjoy Tara/Willow in theory and think they had terrific potential, I’m not crazy about their dynamic in reality. 

Buffy/Angel or Buffy/Spike —-Bangel! Spuffy! Both! No, neither! Seriously, I go through phases where I love both and others where I love neither. And yes, I do realize that I’m insane ;) I see both as problematic, yet both also interest me and resonate with me in different ways. I apologize for the non-answer :) 

Fred/Gunn or Fred/Wesley? —By a REALLY wide margin :) 

jake and amy’s relationship is one of the best heterosexual relationships i’ve come across in a while because: 

  • it’s an interracial relationship between an ashkenazi jewish man and a latina (specifically cuban) woman 
  • it’s genuinely loving, healthy, and dorky 
  • they support each other and they make each other better. their relationship adds to their happiness instead of taking away from it 
  • they always communicate and resolve conflicts maturely 
  • they retain their independence, personalities, goals, and ambitions while still sharing each other’s hobbies and ideas and enjoying each other’s favorite activities 
  • they don’t let their relationship get in the way of their career, goals, or obligations 
  • they have their own lives outside of their relationship and we actually get to see them navigate the lines between a professional and romantic relationship 
  • unlike most het ships, amy’s autonomy and personality aren’t reduced to jake. she isn’t jake’s love interest - she’s a main character of her own and her relationship with jake is just one part of her storyline and character 
  • unlike most het ships, jake doesn’t bemoan being in a committed relationship. he loves amy wholeheartedly and is willing to do anything for her, and his friends actually support him instead of mocking him for that  
  • they were friends before anything else. which means that they actually have fun. there’s nothing toxic or unhealthy about their relationship because it isn’t mired in heteronormative, misogynistic stereotypes. that is, they have a realistic and authentic dynamic because it isn’t all about ~ooh passion and melancholy and angst~. they’re cute and fluffy and it’s always presented as a good thing 

pfffbfbbbttbtt

A Personal Connection

Author: @sebastianstandoffish

Pairing: Reader (She/Her) x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky may or may not have a crush on Steve’s PA.

Word Count: 5,551

Category: Fluff/Very light smut

Warnings: Cursing (per usual), some smutty stuff but not all that explicit, etc.

A/N: A whole month! Time really flies. This was going to include more explicit smut scenes in it, but, after some deliberation, I’ve decided to put that into a separate work. It’ll be a continuation of this with actual smut in it. Hopefully the separation doesn’t disrupt too much and also allows readers that a) don’t enjoy reading explicit smut and b) don’t connect with an explicitly biologically female reader can still enjoy the story. Thank you for reading and understanding!


She had started out as a way to appease Tony, who had insisted that Steve needed a personal assistant. Stark blathered on and on about how much his life had changed after getting a PA and how maybe a little help with coordinating and the day to day tasks would “remove the stick from that star-spangled ass.”  

So, Steve had caved and asked Pepper to set up a couple of interviews with people interested in the job. After a parade of ecstatic fans and sexual propositions, he was just about ready to give up.

Instead, at the end of a very long day of being ogled and fawned over, (Y/N) had appeared with a rose-scented resume and two popsicles she’d bought from the street-vendor outside the Tower. Her smile was sweet and her eyes kind, a little wide at the opulence of the Stark equipment, but not predatory like the previous applicants.

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Eiffel: which country has the most birds

Eiffel: portugeese

Eiffel: wait

Hilbert: that’s a language

Hera: portugull

Eiffel: nice recovery

Lovelace: don’t you mean nice redovery 

Minkowski: turkey, how did we miss turkey

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“First time Blake told Weiss she loved her, Weiss literally tried to tip her”

I’ve been meaning to do some monochrome and then @anawitchs and I got to talking about Weiss being emotionally stunted and unable to express love without throwing money at people for affection. And here we have it.

Send help I was not supposed to get this invested in another ship but their dynamic is everythingggg ugh

the-word-weaver-of-the-faeries  asked:

“let’s keep this between the two of us.” Azriel and Feyre?

“Let’s keep this between the two of us, okay?” Feyre mutters to Az as he slips, unobtrusively into her bedchamber and she jumps to her feet, hurrying to meet him. 

The shadowsinger just nods, ever dutiful to his High Lady’s every wish. 

“No-one saw you come up here, did they?” she can’t help herself asking anxiously, glancing over his shoulder as though expecting Rhys to burst through the door at any moment and catch them together. 

Azriel just gives her a flat look that implies he’s insulted she would even ask such a thing of him. Perks of being a super spy, she supposes. 

“Alright, I’m ready,” she says, holding out a hand in invitation. Azriel grips it tightly and they winnow into shadow and darkness. They emerge moments later onto the pleasantly warm Velaris streets, pleasantly bustling but not overly crowded, something neither of them would have appreciated. 

They set off together, Azriel quietly leading the way while Feyre follows, smiling and nodding at some of the people they pass who wave greetings to her. “Thanks so much for this, Az,” she puffs out, checking her bag to ensure she brought her purse with her. She doesn’t usually, typically relying on the convenient credit she has in most stores, but she doesn’t want Rhys to have any inclination of her purchase today. “You’re a lifesaver.” 

“It’s no trouble,” he says, leading them down into a quiet, shaded street and walking to the very end, a small store tucked into the corner. “I live to serve at the  High Lady’s pleasure.” She squints up at him, one eyebrow raised, and he smirks. “And entertaining as his last birthday was, I understand it’s not an experience you want to repeat.” 

“No,” Feyre groans, burying her face in a hand at the shame of it. She has many talents and she loves her mate dearly, as Azriel knows,  but gift buying has never been her strong-suit. And the bastard has a habit of finding exactly what she wants every single year without fail. Just once she wants to get him something absolutely perfect. Fortunately, she has a secret weapon in the form of Azriel. 

“Really though,” she grumbles, pushing into the shop after him, “Who’s allergic to strawberries?”  

“Rhys,” Azriel hums simply in that way that implies he knows everything in the world and that nothing could ever surprise him. 

Well, he had been surprised last year when Rhys had taken a large bite from one of the chocolates she had delightedly given him and then promptly started choking. The shadowsinger hadn’t been expecting that. Unfortunately neither had she. 

“And Keir,” he adds as an apparently innocent afterthought. 

Feyre blinks, startled, looking round at him. She supposes it’s not too odd, Keir and Rhys are related, even distantly. Still, “I suspect that comes from the list you have tucked away somewhere that details every known method of killing that bastard; not a concern for the steward’s meal choices?” She muses lightly. That tugs a small, dark smirk out of Az. 

Azriel leads her to the back of the shop then stops in front of one of the small, dusty glass-fronted cabinets to let her see what he’s picked out for her. She opens her mouth to point out that the display is stuffed full of items, she isn’t sure which one he means, but she stops when she sees it, her face lighting up in a smile. Hugging a rather startled Az she whispers, “It’s perfect.” And is relieved when he accepts the hug, smiling, patting her rather awkwardly on the shoulder to convey his acceptance of her gratitude. 

Once Feyre has made her purchase and had it carefully wrapped up by the owner, who seems friendly with Azriel, well, as friendly as anyone can be with him, the two wander back out onto the streets of Velaris. Feyre insists on dragging him into a nearby shop and pressing a large amount of fine differently coloured balls of wool into Az’s protesting hands and then further insists on taking him for a quiet cup of tea. 

She rarely spends time alone with the shadowsinger, he always seems to be out somewhere on some secret mission sometimes she doubts even Rhys knows about. That or closeted up in his room with Mor, enjoying the time he has with her. Usually she only has conversations with him like this when they all go to Rita’s and neither of them feel much like dancing for an hour or so. 

It’s nice, though. Azriel has a quiet, oddly calming presence, even with the shadows darting around him, whispering, always whispering. There’s a comfort to being around him, a sense of safety, and an odd feeling that she could tell him anything and he would simply nod and understand. As a result, Az is the one she’s gone to more times than she can count when she’s had a difficult decision about the court to make that she doesn’t want to put on her mate. He inevitably listens to all she has to say and offers a few quiet insights that help her make up her mind. She values his opinion, and his friendship, more highly than she thinks he’ll ever know. 

Not longer after they’ve sat down in a comfortable booth by the window, they’re both brought two teas and slices of cake that she hadn’t ordered, but that she suspects Azriel did, given that they’re both topped with liberal amounts of strawberries and that their arrival prompts a rare, mischievous smile to blossom across his lips. 

Feyre nibbles at her cake then decides now is as good a time as any to bring up what she wants to, as well as have her revenge for this little dig about the strawberries. Looking slyly at Az over the rim of her cup she says innocently, “I’m sorry to take you away from Mor, I know you just got back, you must have been wanting to spend some time with her.” 

Azriel just blinks at her, saying nothing, as he drops a lump of sugar into his tea. Then another. Then another. She’s discovered, from these little retreats they make to this place from time to time when they both need a little peace and quiet, that he takes an inordinate amount of sugar in his tea. He had confessed to her once, with a small smile, that it was his one and only weakness. 

Finally, carefully, too carefully, Azriel says, “I’ll have plenty of time to brief Mor, later.” Yes, brief her, amongst other things. 

“Mm,” Feyre muses, taking a small sip of tea, “Wouldn’t you rather have spent the morning with her than me?” 

Azriel blinks, apparently genuinely bemused by this comment, “You’re my friend, Feyre,” he says quietly, sincerely, “I like spending time with both of you.” Damn. She really should leave the subtlety and intrigue up to Az as well as the gift choosing. And he’s too earnest and good-natured, there’s no fun in teasing him at all. 

“Azriel,” she says quietly, a soft smile tugging at her lips, “I know.” He blinks owlishly up at her again, clearly implying you know what? And she just scowls at him because if she doesn’t get to tease him then she’s not playing games with him either. 

A deep flush of colour burns into Az’s cheeks as he stares at her, “How?” he rasps eventually and she smirks smugly at him. 

“You’re not the only one who can know other people’s secrets, Az,” she says with a grin, taking another pointed bite of the strawberry cake, which really isn’t half bad. She might have to bring Rhys here at some point, then she might have half a chance of finishing a dessert on her own without the High Lord’s spoon magically making its way over to her plate while he twitters about ‘mating bond equality’ and ‘what’s yours is mine, Feyre darling’. 

Azriel’s face darkens at that and a low, protective growl rumbles in his chest, “Who told you?” he demands, hands curling into fists. 

She starts in surprise at the sudden black venom in his voice and opens her mouth to say something when Azriel freezes, apparently realising how he’d reacted. The blush on his cheeks darkens and his wings twitch, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly, and she has her suspicions that he and Mor haven’t been together for long confirmed, based on his response. 

“It’s alright, I understand,” she says quietly, and she does. That need to protect, to keep her safe must be heightened for the two of them after the amount of time they spent apart. She smiles, “And no-one told me, Az,” she huffs, a faint hint of playful scolding in her tone, “I can find some things out without the help of you and your spies, you know, I’m not blind.” 

“Says the woman who didn’t notice for nearly fifty years that her mate is allergic to strawberries,” Az mumbles into his tea, but she notes the playful spark in his eyes and resists the urge to kick him under the table with difficulty.

Instead she reaches over and takes his hand, “I’m happy for you, Azriel. For both of you. You deserve this,” she gives his hand a soft squeeze and finally manages to coax a faint smile from him.  “But why-” 

“Didn’t we tell anyone?” Azriel supplies for her. She supposes he has to find some way to claw back his composure, the best way he knows how, making sure he knows everything she does. Mostly. She nods. He shifts uncomfortably, wings rustling in agitation at his back as he shrugs. “We would have, when we were ready,” he says quietly. “We’re just…Not.” She’s never seen him so discomposed before, he’s usually the picture of articulate eloquence. But Mor…She does this to him. “Not yet, Feyre, please-” 

She gives his hand another quick squeeze, smiling, “I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone, Az, I promise.” He smiles, nodding his head, and thanks her. 

They finish their tea and cake and then Feyre winnows him to Mor’s townhouse before returning herself to the House of Wind to finish up her preparations for Rhys’ birthday. 

The next day, her mate is delighted by the delicate ornament of crystal Illyrian wings she gives him, after having spent all of the day before painting them, accenting the details until they’re a near perfect replica of her mate’s own. 

Feyre notes the way Azriel’s scarred, gentle hand slides around Mor’s waist, squeezing, drawing her in close, just for a moment while no-one else is watching….But misses the way Rhys raises his glass of wine in Azriel’s direction while she’s chatting to Mor, thanking his brother for picking out the gift. Az nods and smiles. The two of them are content to keep this particular secret between themselves for the rest of their long eternities. 

Can we take a minute and talk about how fantastic Harry’s voice sounds on this song?  It’s rich, it’s not strained, his technique is on point for rock.  his falsetto is clear and pure. The beginning in particular is clean and precise.    His belt at the end is open and fully supported.  His breath control is spot on.  And the little details like the way he transitions from chest voice to falsetto in the bridge on “will we ever learn?” is SO SMART.  He’s using such strong dynamics.  He has grown so much and I’m just so incredibly impressed.  And so incredibly proud.  

Ritsu was laced with ice.

His skin was freezing to the touch, smooth and frozen cold, melting under warm fingertips. There were arctic oceans in his heart, the depths bottomless. Cold mist, dark clouds filled his lungs, the blizzards leaving his throat with each gasp for air making his lips blue. Thunderclouds followed his every step, pelting water onto his hair, freezing into icicles as raindrops trailed down his skin. His whole body was as tense as ice, with the rigidity, the lifelessness of a marble statue. He looked as unwelcoming, cold, fierce as a tundra, although his skin was as delicate as frost. He hid cold waters and torturous waves under his icy gaze. His lungs filled with ice slowly, frost trailing up his throat, his breath laboured and pained.

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Oh look, a soma drawing that’s transparent, wooooo-

No but seriously this took me like two hours and editing the speedpaint took another hour so I’ve spent like three hours on this and-

I’m dead. But it was worth it.

Speedpaint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ByOBjzGQDo&feature=youtu.be

little things to love about hansol
  • literally the biggest meme ever
  • also has a big heart 
  • loves his little sister to bits ;; 
  • always wants to be the best role model for his little sister /cRYING
  • very poetic 
  • writes a lot of the hip hop unit’s lyrics 
  • his lyrics always tell an amazing story 
  • he is the peacekeeper of the group
  • his smile!!! so bright!!! so big!!!
  • both of his parents are artist 
  • himself.. not so much LOL 
  • but it’s okay he does his best 
  • does a lot of exaggerated movements 
  • has a lot of dynamic expressions and reactions 
  • little leonardo dicaprio
  • made a little snowman in front of the pledis building oMFG SO FRICKIN CUTE
  • was in “kids explore life” 
  • same birthday as dk
  • always imitating seungkwan and his adlibs
  • “KIDNEY FUNCTION IS NOT A RIGHT, ITS A PRIVILEGE” so iconic 
  • “mOM I WON THIS!!!!” 
  • “ur not supposed to say “oh my god”” -Vernon to his sister
  • had one great concept of “do not put up a front”
  • OMG HIS LAUGH!!!!!
  • he loves to sing 
  • if he wasn’t in the hip hop unit, he said he would be in the vocal unit
  • *dabs*
  • *running man* 
  • *hotline bling dance* 
  • *hit them folks*
  • knows all the trends, such a trendy boy
  • it’s all about self love with this boy 
  • always vibing 
  • always lit in the mixtapes 
  • pls love this hard-working, inspiring, respectful individual. 

cactusjesus-iwajesus  asked:

So I just wanted to ask some art tips. I'm an amateur artist and I'm still trying to get my anatomy right. I'd like to ask how did you learn how to draw hands and feet (and also shoes). While I do draw in a front facing view I love drawing depth and dynamic poses so I hope it's not too much trouble to ask about that too. Also your art is inspiring to me. It's breathtaking and I love it. I'm sure you've heard this from everyone but your Mafia AU is incredible and so is your comic. (=゚ω゚)ノ♡

Ooooh, no prob at all!!! O3O
Honestly tho, I still consider myself an amateur, so, I’ll do what I can to help! XD

ah, anatomy is super tough, like, THERE’S A REASON YOU REALLY DON’T SEE FEET IN MY ART
LIKE
ahahahaha
BUT!
As I am sure most ppl will say, the only way to get better is to practice :3
Look at your own hands and feet, sketch them out, try and understand how they move the the forms they make :D
I know there’s like a weird feeling that using references is somehow “cheating” BUT THAT IS BULLSHIT, GOOGLE IMAGE THINGS AND USE REFERENCES ALL THE WAY!!!
When you’re just practicing, like, just straight up trace things at times :D
Carve the feeling into your hands, muscle memory is definitely a thing!
The best thing to do when you’re learning is to chunk things, draw the basic shapes that make up feet and hands and then add in details :3
Here are some feet and hands practice I’ve done, notice the basic shapes are drawn and then the details done on top of it :D

All these were done with references, btw o3o

Hope that was helpful ^w^

Lychnomancy

Originally posted by spirits-of-lavender

I’ve been wanting to make this brief introduction to lychnomancy ever since I made my first post about the different forms of Pyromancy and after reaching the 400 follower milestone, I figured it was about time!

Now, admittedly, lychnomancy is not a very complex practice. It is a very basic form of divination involving three identical candles arranged in a triangle; you ask a question, light the candles, then focus on your query as you or someone else interprets the candle’s flames. 

If one flame burns brighter than the others, the answer is a positive one. Wavering or flickering flames indicated a journey, or that you may encounter obstacles. If your flame spirals upward, enemies are plotting against you. An uneven flame indicates danger. If sparks occur, caution is advised. It is considered very bad luck if all flames are extinguished at once, but I have never personally seen this occur and consider it rare!

Originally posted by she-is-beautifully-broken

Despite being rather simplistic, I really do love this form of divination. It speaks to me on a level that I cannot describe and every time I read the flames to answer my own questions, it feels deeply personal. 

I’ve taken creative liberty with this practice to spice things up every once in a while. Sometimes I will take a crystal that represents my emotions, charge it with my thoughts and feelings, and place it in the center of the three candles just before lighting them, as a way of focusing. This way the fire is able to draw on the power of raw emotion. Other times I will include tarot, using a combination of a single card and the three flames to find the answer to my question. It feels more detailed and dynamic this way.

I love what fire represents. It is the energy of life. It is passionate, raw and untamed. Dangerous, necessary, creative, and destructive. It is the most lively of the elements, and it can do so much. It is no different in lychnomancy. When practicing, keep that in mind. A simple candle flame can be so many different things, and it’s important to be in touch with your emotions when you practice any sort of pyromancy. However, be sure to balance yourself out afterward. If you do get this involved with your divination you’ll start to feel burnt out, like a candle at the end of its wick. Take a moment, drink some water - to put out the flames inside, of course - and breathe. Use the other elements to ground yourself. Sit on the floor, breathe deeply, and have some water nearby.

Originally posted by blackaestheticsoul

 As a special gift to all of my followers, I will be keeping my divination requests open throughout the month of May starting today, April 30th! I will be answering questions using the very basic form of lychnomancy as not to exert myself with constant, draining sessions. Feel free to send me an ask at any time ( anon or not! ) with any questions you may have, and I will answer it as soon as I am able!

Practice safely, my witchy friends~