Yuri, how you have forget this?? xDD

- Ending scc (clean… 100% at least 2, 90% (…my fault~) 4):

1. Victor recognize Yuri.

2. Victor takes pictures of Yuri -distance-

3. He has fun, and want to dance too.

4. Victor takes pictures -more closer-. They see the each other ♥

5. Victor wants to dance with Yuri.

6 and 7. They are already dancing together. ajsdladjsa ♥♥♥ They look the each other with love ;A; It’s so beautiful.

(PD: Victor only have Yuri’s pictures in the GPF’s album~)

[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Jin’s Biography

Liked gaming since kindergarten
The vigorous boyhood

1~2 years after being born in Anyang City, Gyeonggi Province, I moved to the neighboring Gwacheon City. My memories started from Gwacheon. I was awkward about taking photos until just before debuting, so I hardly have any childhood photo. It’s hard to find photos from back then. When you take photos, you have to stand still. I hated hearing “Wait, let’s take just one photo!” and having to stand still.

My favorite thing in kindergarten days was the popular dinosaur character game back then. We only had one game but my hyung hogged it all, so I really wanted to play it at that time. I don’t know if it’s the reason why I like games now too.

I was a vigorous child in elementary school. After school, I would go play with my friends and come back at dinner time, then do my homework and sleep. It was my routine. I had a lot of friends too. We would only play every day and not study at all (laughs). My favorite subject was Physical Education. It’s the exact opposite to now (laughs). I liked running, swimming, tennis and also golfing that my father taught me how to play. He likes snowboarding and skiing so he often takes me to the ski resort, and I started from that. Although my father frequently went on business trips, when he came home, he would play his favorite sports with me. He often took me abroad too. Japan, Europe, Australia,.. But I’m not very into travelling so it felt like I was half-forced (laughs).

I talk with my 2-year-older hyung every day. We play games together and talk about this and that, it seems like our relationship got even better than before.

Grew up to be a hesitant guy in front of the opposite sex due to going to all-boy middle & high school!?

I was too into gaming since 1st year of middle school so I didn’t go out to play (laughs). Me and my friends kept staying in the PC room to play games in summer break. 

My best friends are friends from middle school. The relationship between us four people is quite good, even after we went to study higher, we would go to the valley and play together in summer break and go snowboarding in winter break. Even now we still contact each other every day and contend for each other’s old men’s jokes (laughs)

In terms of music, I liked Lee Seunggi sunbaenim’s ‘Delete’, KCM sunbaenim’s ‘Black & White Photos’ and Turtles sunbaenim’s ‘Airplane’. I also listen to Buzz sunbaenim’s music often so I like rock ballad even until now.

Since I went to all-boy school for both middle and high school, I had absolutely no contact with girls for 6 years. Even after going to university, I still couldn’t look into girls’ eyes. I would drop my eyes low and “Hey, how’s it going?” (laughs). I met an easy-going friend in university so he mended that manner too. He hit me and said “I told you to look in the eyes and talk!”… But still, I fit in better with guys (laughs).

The path to become a singer through scouting
Currently taking music composing with seriousness!

In 1st year of high school, my dream was to become a newspapers reporter to stand by the second-class citizens’ side. I used to read newspapers articles every day. The dream of becoming an actor was born in my 2nd year, after watching Kim Namgil-ssi in the drama ‘Queen Seondeok’. I was touched and thought that, I wanted to make people cry with my acting too. So I entered the Film Major in university .

3 months after entering, I was scouted and became a trainee. The rapper line was in the company already, and Jungkook joined 2 days after me. I came into the practice room and saw a kid with eyes like Bambi standing, I asked ‘…Who is this?’ and he stood up and said ‘Oh! My name is Jeon Jungkook!’. Even when I told him ‘Sit down,’ he said ‘Oh no! I’m okay!’ (laughs). The one with deepest first impression would be Namjoon who was practicing dancing. It was my first time seeing someone practicing dancing since I was born, so I thought ‘Wow, he’s a trainee. Cool.’

As I trained, I went to eat with other trainees as well and enjoyed my trainee life. I liked dancing back then. But after debuting, I heard people saying ‘He can’t dance’ so I lost my confidence… Despite that, thanks to ARMYs who always tell me ‘It’s cute’, ‘You did a great job’, I regained my confidence and now, it seems like I can dance.

My life right now is great, and I’m satisfied with being in BTS. My interest in music started after I met the members. Back in debut days, I couldn’t even think I can write songs. Thanks to the influence from our members, I’m now continuing to write songs. Even though they aren’t at the level of being put into albums yet, I got good responses and am working hard right now.

If someday the chance comes, I want to try acting. V is doing that now so I’m happy with it. Compared to acting,  I want to improve my skills in singing and performing more. It’s physically draining but I feel the joy in it.

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tashabourne  asked:

With the recent post about the English ML Christmas special being on Netflix, you said that at least Netflix would treat it with the respect it deserves. What did Nickelodeon do to disrespect Miraculous Ladybug?

What didn’t they do.

1. There was a superhero poll they put on the website. The show was nominated but instead of doing a quick google search, they put “Miraculous and Cat Noir” as a choice instead of “Ladybug and Cat Noir”. We won the poll but Nickelodeon never corrected their error.

2. They barely aired episodes. It was only once a week very early on Saturday mornings. Never any repeat airings throughout the week. God forbid they needed 7 hours of Spongebob a day.

3. They sent the show to die on the Nicktoons channel but the worldwide fandom didn’t take that standing so they brought it back to the main network.

So that’s why I myself am not a fan of Nickelodeon handling the show. They’ve disrespected it in many ways and it would be better in Netflix’s hands. They would treat it just like they treat all their shows with the respect it deserves. Netflix is a very credible network.

Faking It - part 5

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 900+

A/N: I am so very sorry that I haven’t posted in a few days, school has me by the ass and I’m stressing over finals. I think Faking It only has one part left and then the series is over, BUT I DO HAVE TWO MORE SERIES COMING SOON one is a Steve one and another is a Bucky one. I also am going to write a few avengers x reader ones, so stay tuned. I haven’t written smut in like months so bear with me. 

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“Not the vase!” You shouted as Bucky scrambled to catch the marble vessel. He gave you an Are you serious? look. “That probably costs more than this dress.”

Bucky carefully placed the vase back on it’s display. His hands found your waist once again before continuing the heated makeout session. He flung the car keys towards the floor, freeing his hands of the unnecessary object. Your fingers raked through his hair. Your grip tightened in his dark locks when his lips found the hollow of your collarbone. Something hard pressed against your thigh, with realization, you figured out that it was Bucky’s bulge.

It was a messy journey to the bedroom. By the time you reached the bed, Bucky’s hair was disheveled, his shirt was unbuttoned-exposing his toned abdomen, his pants were unbuckled and he was missing a shoe. He reached up to the zipper of your dress. Earlier, he had threatened to rip the dress off you, now your feared he would really do it.

“Bucky, if you rip the dress, I swear-”

“I’m not going to rip it, doll,” He whispered as he slowly unzipped your dress. A sudden chill went up your spine when his cool metal fingers grazed your bare back. Vigilantly, he got the dress off your body. His lips found yours once again, there was a certain need behind the kiss. A passion behind it that made you want more.

You hastily removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. As were his pants until he was left in only his boxers His hand began sliding down your abdomen before resting over your core. Bucky smiled against your skin when your breathing became more ragged. Ever so slowly, he began rubbing your clit through the cloth of your panties.

“You’re so wet, doll,” He said dangerously low.

You bit your lip as a moan escaped your throat. His fingers pressed harder and you could feel the heat inside you intensify. Bucky’s fingers came to a halt, in one swift move, he curled his index and middle finger around the waistline of your panties and pulled them off.

You threw your head back in agitation as Bucky teased you. His hands caressing the inside of your thighs but making no effort to move towards your sex.

“Bucky, please,” You practically begged.

The smug smirk plastered on his face told you that he seemed to be enjoying the fact that you were squirming and growing agitated as the seconds passed. You pulled off his boxers and his erection spring free. He lowered himself over you. Foreheads touching and lips barely grazing. Bucky moved slightly, until his mouth was right next to your ear.

“Beg for it.” His voice was deeper than usual and it sent you to the edge.

You were now irritated at all his teasing. Through gritted teeth you muttered, “I fucking hate you.”

He smiled and kissed you before entering your soaking wet paradise. Your breath got stuck in your throat and Bucky gave you a look of concern. You nodded for him to keep going. He grabbed your hips and began a steady pace. The familiar knot in your stomach began to form.

“Faster Bucky,” You between breaths. He did as you were told. The sound of skin on skin an your moans bounced against the vast room. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip on his forearms. A stream of curses and each other’s names fall from both of your lips as he continues to pound into you.

You now had him up against the headboard as you buried yourself on his length. The heat between your bodies intertwining as you straddled him. He grabbed your waist as you rode him. His hands moved up your body until they cupped your breasts. He pinched your nipples, you bit down on your lip so hard, you were scared you’d draw blood. You felt your walls tighten around Bucky’s length as your legs shook from building up the climax. He noticed your decelerated pace and lifted you up slightly before thrusting into you.

“Bucky,” You threw your head back.

“Fuck, doll,” He whimpered out.

Your fingers gripped the skin on his back as he did things that you never imagined. You’ve had sex, but not quite like this. He seemed to know every single right move and every single spot on your body and holy shit you loved it. Bucky winced when your nails dug into his back, you apologized, but he simply pressed a wet kiss against your neck. You felt yourself reaching your high.

Through uneasy moans, you were able to say, “Bucky I’m gonna come.”  He bit down on your skin roughly and slapped your ass. A devilish smirk was plastered across his face as you ran your fingers through his locks.

You came in waves beneath him. You felt yourself unravel as his name rolled off your tongue. The knot in your stomach disentangled itself as you were thrown in a ocean of pure bliss. Your legs weak from all the effort and your heart beating violently. He collapsed on top of you. His hair was tousled and all over the place. The red markings on his back were clear, some had a few blood droplets. You hoped that when the hot water hit the scratches, that they would stink and he would be reminded of you.

He rolled off your body. “Goddamn, Y/N.” He paused. “You okay?”

“Better than okay, Bucky,” You managed to say. You raised your arm and he high-fived it.

After a couple of minutes, he spoke up, “Round 2?”

You rolled over and kissed him, “Thought you’d never ask.”

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Daddy Saved the World (part 2)

Part 1

Pairing: father!Sam x Reader (established child, Fiona Isabelle)

Word Count: 2,880

Warnings: not a daddy!kink fic, smut, canon divergence (seasons 1-6), ANGST!!!!!!!!

A/N: tagging @kittenofdoomage and @georgialouisea

The steady beeping of the alarm clock was what woke you, only to be silenced moments later by Sam’s hand. The sun was just rising outside, shards of yellow light slicing through the thin curtains and painting stripes across the room.

You knew what day it was. It was the day that Sam was going to leave you and Fiona forever. And both of you knew it.

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Divided: Part 12

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Fighting, Just Buckle up Buttercup

Word Count: 2653

Summary: Though you race to Bucharest to protect Bucky you find that you are not the only one that has found him

Authors Note:  So this was a big ass scene. I was originally planning to set it up  differently but I want to keep it as canon as possible, and by canon I mean as chronologically close to the Bucky escape scene in Civil War as possible. I encourage you to watch that scene asap to have it fresh in your mind for this part. Hope you all enjoy. Tagging is open, they’ve just been moved to the bottom, just ask if you want to be tagged :D

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

You sprint up the street, skidding to a halt as you turn the corner to the sight of a dozen black police cars surrounding Bucky’s building. The task force had been mobilized too quickly, the air space was immediately restricted, and you had lost time in the landing process, and now… you were too late.

You step back into the shadow of the building, eyeing up the established perimeter, hunting for a weak spot. About 20 men were stationed on the ground as a covert team infiltrates the stairwell. Your eyes trace up the building, immediately spotting Bucky’s window, the boarded glass still intact.

You scan up, suddenly catching movement from the roof as what seems like a large bird departs. Falcon. Sam is here… which meansSteve… You rummage in your back pocket for your ear piece, hoping against hope they are still on your old channel.

You watch as men descend from the roof, propelling on ropes to Bucky’s terrace. You had to do something, you couldn’t just stand there and be useless, even if you couldn’t help him, you had to try.

Your scorpion knife slips into your hand as you sneak up behind a nearby guard. Glancing quickly around, you quietly connect the hilt with the back of his head, rendering him unconscious, catching his body to lower him silently to the ground. You hurriedly remove his gun and walkie, adorning them to your body, hoping the communication device will provide you with some insight on how to help Bucky.

You jerk upright, your vision focusing on Bucky’s window that you knew was above his bed as the glass shatters from a gunshot, fired from the neighboring building. A Sniper. You watch as men infiltrate Bucky’s apartment, shots ringing out moments later. You bite into your lip as you try to come up with some sort of plan. Some way to help him.

Then, suddenly you see it, a backpack flying out from his window and landing on the adjacent roof, the same roof with the sniper. Now you knew where he was headed. In an instant you were on the move, sprinting back through the streets away from the perimeter.

You climb in a broken window on the first floor, moving swiftly to the stairwell as you begin to race up towards the roof. You quickly reach the door, your right hand gripping onto one of your distance dart knives. You fling the door open and let the knife fly into the first guard, lowering the defenses as the sniper turns around to meet your second dart, thrown instantly after it’s sister.

You waste no time in arming yourself with the sniper’s dropped gun, training it to Bucky’s window hoping to provide some cover. You see Steve’s shield break through the window, spotting a man lining up a gun on your Captain, you fire a quick shot, causing the man to drop. Steve fervently scans the horizon looking for the friendly shooter.

“What the hell kind of trouble did you get yourself into now Cap?” You speak into the comm, hoping for Steve to be on the receiving end. “Y/N… of course.” You hear his smile through his exerted laugh as he makes contact with an assailant. “You always come through for me.” He huffs as his pace quickens, “Always there for me.”

You bite your lip, tensing at his words as you look through the scope again, watching Steve race back into the apartment. It made your gut twist to hear the joy in his voice, the hopeful tone believing that your presence there was unselfish, convinced of your devotion to him, not yet knowing where your loyalties lie. Not with him, but in the hands of his best friend as they both fight for their lives.

The walkie rings on your hip, a man’s foreign voice coming through over the static “Suspect has broken containment,” He says in German, “He’s headed down the east stairwell.” The line suddenly cuts, leaving you with some information to work on.

You glance up at the building once more, unable to see anything through the windows, only able to witness the perimeter growing denser. You needed to give him an escape route, a distraction. It takes only moments for you to conceal yourself behind a few raised bricks and begin firing warning shots down on the perimeter, causing their attention to turn as they scatter for cover.

You had only squeezed out a couple rounds when you sense a shadow passing above you. Looking up, you see Bucky flying through the air, falling with force as he lands harshly on the wall in front of you, rolling painfully to the ground. He recovers hurriedly, springing to his feet as he grabs his backpack in one fluid movement and breaks into a run.

“Bucky,” You yell, abandoning the sniper as you run forward to reach him. At the sound of your voice his foot-steps slow slightly, his gaze turning to you as you sprint towards him, his hand extends back to you, reaching for you to join him in his escape. But just as your fingers connect he is ripped forward from you, a black blur tackling him to the ground.

Bucky rises quickly to his feet, his shocked gaze falling on the masked creature. You react instinctually to the new player, returning two knives to your hands as you position yourself at his diagonal incase the unknown adversary decides to attack again.

But the dark fighter has no concern for you, he ignores you completely as he lunges promptly at Bucky, his kicks and hits rising up so rapidly that Bucky could barely block them.

You move hastily to engage, sending a dagger flying to the fighter’s lower back, usually a crippling hit, however your steel blade simply glances off of him, his attention still focused on Bucky. You hurriedly bring the gun to your hand, firing off a few shots, only to watch them glance off too. What the fuck was he made out of?

Throwing the bulky gun to the ground, you run towards the fray, blocking a kick aimed at Bucky as he counters with a right hook. You quickly follow up with a knee to the assailant’s ribs, to be punctuated by Bucky’s foot landing squarely on the fighter’s chest. The contact sends the man sprawling back, only for him to slide on his feet, his claws shredding through the pavement.

“Run!” You yell as Bucky dislodges for a moment, the fighter focusing on you, as a helicopter circles overhead. “Go! I got this! GO!” You yell at him as you block hit after hit from the fighter. Bucky hesitates for a moment before deciding to heed your words, turning to escape only to stop as the helicopter begins a borage of bullets on the rooftop.

“Y/N!!!” You hear your name bellowed from two conflicting directions. From Bucky; halted in his escape, his eyes wild and frightened as the shots form a pattern on the roof, drawing closer to you. And from Steve; having just landed at the edge of the roof, frozen in his recovery.

But it is the dark fighter who reacts, moving swiftly, he tackles you to the ground as the smattering of bullets graze over his suit, his position protecting you.

Steve’s eyes snap to Bucky, momentarily confused to be hearing your name echoed by his friend. “Sam!” He speaks quickly, as the dark figure rolls off of you, continuing on his quest for Bucky, jarring Bucky back to his escape.

You roll quickly to your feet, watching as Sam makes contact with the helicopter, causing it to careen downwards and disappear from sight. You see Bucky leap from the edge of the roof, the cat like creature following closely behind. “I got this, just stay safe!” Steve shouts as he sprints by you, following the two men off the roof.

What the fuck is with these god damn superhero’s and roof jumping! You think exasperatedly to yourself as you run to the edge of the roof, looking down to find Bucky once more. You see him sprinting through the street, another helicopter closely in pursuit of him. The black fighter and Steve hot on his trail.

“Sam!” You shout, hoping that he was on the comm, “I need a ride!” In a moment you hear the sound of your teammates wings. Quickly equipping your left hand with your scorpion knife, you extend your non injured arm upwards, grasping onto his forearm as he raises you up. Not wasting a moment, you signal towards the helicopter pursuing Bucky.

With a well-practiced spin, Sam propels you into the cockpit. You set to work crippling the gun men, leaving only the pilot to function so as not to waste lives. “Falcon” You shout, jumping out at just the perfect moment to be grabbed by your wingman. Your eyes quickly scan the ground, finally spotting Steve jumping down onto the roadway, continuing his pursuit of Bucky.

“Fly forward, I know where he’s headed.” You instruct Sam as he grips you tighter, lining your body up with his for a smoother flight. “There!” You point at an empty spot in the divided lanes, knowing Bucky would change direction there. The same way he had tried to confuse you when he had you blindfolded all those weeks ago, trying to convince you his apartment was one direction when it was another. Misdirection, that was his next move.

“Sam I can’t shake this guy,” Steve speaks through the comm, asking for assistance, “Drop me!” You instruct, pointing to the spot, Sam slows up just enough for your running feet to act as a landing gear, releasing you safely to the ground as he redirects towards Steve.  “Right behind you,” He responds, confirming his location to Steve.

In a moment you see Bucky in the opposite lane, caught by the flashing lights of the police sirens. “Bucky!” You shout, redirecting him towards you, he shuffles quickly into the adjacent lane, breaking back into a run as his hand connects with yours, his eyes shifting frantically through the cars as you both begin to run.

You glance behind, aware of Steve’s hijacked police car fast approaching on your tail. You break out of the tunnel coming into the daylight as your lungs sear in pain under the strain of your constant speed. “I can’t.” you struggle for breath as your knees weaken beneath you.

“I’m not leaving you!” He yells back, his hand gripping more firmly in yours as he spurs you forward. “You have to; I can’t keep up.” You gasp. He glances back at you, his hand releasing from yours as you stumble slightly, unable to keep up with the super soldier.

He continues forward at a break neck pace, reaching out to connect with a motorcyclist, expertly discarding the driver as he swings the bike beneath himself. He drives quickly beside you, extending a hand to connect with your forearm, pulling you smoothly on the back of the bike with him as he picks up speed.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing?” Steve shouts through the comm, his car trailing closely behind the two of you. Before you could answer a scream escapes your mouth as the black cat comes flying forward once again.

At the sound of your cry, Bucky turns quickly, his hand flying out to connect with the throat of the cat. The force of his body and defensive maneuvers send the motorcycle tilting to the side. Your knees grip the seat tightly behind Bucky as your arms lock firmly around his torso, your left hand reaching for the handle bars as his hand skids along the concreate, keeping the bike from toppling.

The cat like creature is still attached to the two of you as Bucky fights to keep you both on balance. Your right leg retracts closely, as you grip Bucky tightly with your arm, kicking your leg outwards into the dark assailant’s chest, dislodging him from the two of you as Bucky pulls you back upright.

“I wasn’t in Vienna! I didn’t do it! I would never put you in danger.” He shouts, through the wind as the engine roars, the bike speeding up as you try to escape. “I know. Someone is setting you up.” You shout back, “Buck, we have to find a way out” his hand moves behind his back, connecting with yours as he slides a small grenade into your palm.

“Up!” He shouts as you pass under the opening from the tunnel. You throw the grenade forcefully at the ceiling, causing a sizable explosion in your wake, littering the ground with dense rubble. “It worked!” You yell triumphantly, elated as you hear Bucky laugh with exhilaration.

You feel a jerk to the motorcycle as it kicks beneath you, sending you both flying forward. Bucky twists in the air, his metal fingers slipping against your cheek as you both come crashing to the pavement, his hand connecting dully with the ground as he cradles your head.

Your shoulder pops at the impact, as the collision forces you away from him. You tumble along the road, skidding slightly as you roll before coming to rest many feet away from Bucky, limbs bent out at odd angles and very much unconscious.

“Y/N!” Bucky yells, rising quickly to his feet as the black creature bounds over your unmoving body to lunge at him once more, Steve running closely behind.

In a moment sirens surround you all, armed officer’s circling as War Machine lands between the three men. “Y/N!” Bucky cries again, waiting for a response from your unmoving body. Cap raises his hands, surrendering to the officers as he looks confusedly at his old best friend.

Officers approach Bucky cautiously as he dazedly stumbles towards you, repeating your name once more. “Bucky, stand down.” Steve growls, blankly looking at his friend as if he were finally seeing him for the first time. Bucky glances back at Steve, his eyes glassing with unshed tears as his hands rise up to his head in surrender. But his feet continue their deft progress towards your still form.

“Bucky!” Steve barks as every gun on the premises trains on him, ready to fire if he takes another step. Bucky looks at his friend disconsolately, as he finally drops to his knees, his hands locking behind his head as guards rush forward. “Please… is she alive? Please someone just tell me if she’s breathing.”

Steve’s jaw clenches, watching the way that Bucky strains against his captors, needing to know if Y/N was alright, my Y/N…  He had reached for her… She had known where to find him… Steve glanced at her unmoving form, his every nerve tensing as he thought back on their last few conversations, her apology, her distant manner, the change in her behavior, ever since… ever since Bucharest.

His eyes flash to Bucky at the sudden realization, his brain starting to connect the dots. All of Y/N’s behavior over the past few weeks, her absence, her secrecy. How could he have missed it? He thought she came for him. Wanted to protect Bucky for him. She knew what Bucky had meant to him. For months he had spoken to her, confided in her, trusted her. She knew.

He watches as his old best friend is bent to the ground and placed in cuffs. Watches as Bucky’s stormy blue eyes never move from his ex-lover. He witnesses the love that pulls at every inch of Bucky’s expression as they cart him away, his eyes remaining locked on her till the last possible moment.

“Congratulations Cap.” Rhodey says distantly, “You’re a criminal.” His words wash over Steve, unable to distract Cap from the conclusion he had just come to in his mind.

It was him. The someone else. Her someone else… Bucky.

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500 follower giveaway!!!

WOW my dudes, thank all of you guys for tuning into my shenanigans and liking my art and the occasional meme. 

so its that time again. free art timeee. u know the rules

1. u gotta be following this blog

2. likes and reblogs count. you can reblog as often as u want and your name will be thrown in for every additional time.

3. i hold the right to refuse the request and ask that you request something else.


THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE… winner this time. but that winner will receive a fully colored pic of whatever character theyd like. oc, dragon age characters, mass effect characters. anything ur heart could desire. 

i am limiting it to one character tho. so just one. 

can be a portrait

a cowboy shot (waist up)

or a full body

so hop to it boyos, tell your friends that theres free art in them hills. the give away will be ending on december 31st ;)

Not Your Dean (Part 2)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: One day Dean shows up and moves back into the bunker. The only problem is he’s a demon and he’s hiding something…

Part 1

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Such angst…

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As someone who doesn’t understand any Norwegian except “cool” and “thanks” I think having an American version of the same plot is stupid as fuck. 1. Why the fuck would someone wait to watch S1 when S4 of Skam would already be out. 2. Have you seen the actors? They LOOK as real as television actors can look. The American version is surely gonna have barbies and ken dolls. 3. The American culture is too damn cliché. I cant be the only one enjoying learning things about a completely new and underrated culture. 4. Trajei and Henrik.

anonymous asked:

cute ocs counterbalanced by dark fenders

hahaha im really giddy by you say that, thou my ocs actually pretty angsty, and i draw a lot of fluffy shitty fanart but not really share these ones casue

1: spoiler for my oc’s story,

2: i need keep up my the angry goth persona (ok i draw only fluff when im a bit lonely.)


So sometime in the middle of the night I reached 600 followers! That’s insane to me but I thank each and every one of you.

I have a lot going on at the moment with hosting a challenge, writing requests, helping beta when asked, and writing a series. I still would like to do something as a thank you to you guys as followers though so to make it a little easier on myself I will take gif submissions and write a little drabble to go with them.

Here are the rules:

1. They must go through the box labelled “Submit a Gif” if you send them to me in an ask or message I’m not going to get to them. Submissions are easier for me to keep track of.

2. You must be following me, and I will check. This is a thank you to the followers.

3. I will only take them for 24 hours (3 pm EST) ending on 12/10/16.

4. You can send as many as you would like and depending on how many I get I will try to use all of them, but no guarantee.

Thank you guys again so much for all of the love and support you’ve shown to my growing blog and I am glad you found something to stick around for!

P.S. My notifications aren’t letting me know when I am tagged in something so if you are tagging me, especially a story submission for the challenge, please message me to let me know until @staff​ gets this fixed…again.

Using my tags for a boost and letting them in on the celebration!

Originally posted by fuehrer3345

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Watercolor on watercolor paper. Ship by airmail.

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read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2h664Y8

by drowninships

Lance is incandescent and although Keith had been told never to touch anything that could burn him, Lance is the only warmth the Red Paladin had felt in a long time.
He doesn’t mind the heat.


In which Keith Kogane feels all sorts of things whenever he looks at the Blue Paladin and so Coran helps him figure it all out – with the help of science, of course. (Part 2)

Words: 6701, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of You and I Have Great Chemistry

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2h664Y8
KaraMel Fanfic #10 Part 2

Title: Someone Who Puts Her Before Himself

Part 2 of Someone Who Has Her Trust

Prompt: Things doesn’t exactly go as Kara planned when she introduces her boyfriend, Mon-El, to her cousin, Clark.

Requested by @natalieroseg. I hope you like this, sweetie :)

Part 1: https://goo.gl/34Qmf3

Also posted on AO3.

Note: I just wanted to say that I barely read any Superman or Supergirl comics, only maybe two or three of them, so everything I write about any character outside the show are purely from my imagination and generally what I heard about them. So I really apologize if I portrayed a character differently than their comic book version :). I still hope you like it.

Mon-El was about to lose his mind as he sat in the living room of Clark’s house with Lois, waiting for Clark to come up with something. It had been three hours—three very, very long hours—since Kara had gone missing, and nothing had turned up. Every cell in his body wanted to go out with Clark to look for Kara, but besides the fact that Clark wasn’t that comfortable with a Daxamite looking for her sister, he didn’t know Metropolis at all and would only be a hindrance to Clark. It wouldn’t help if he’d lost his way while searching for her.

Still, waiting was torture. His eyes flicked to the clock every couple of minutes. Time passed too slowly, but still no news came from neither Clark nor Kara as Mon-El painfully waited for the phone call. He stared at the clock again, realizing now it was 3 hours and 2 minutes past Kara’s missing.

He slipped away from his thoughts when Lois cleared his throat in front of him. She was smiling sadly as she sat down next to Mon-El on the couch, extending him a cup of hot chocolate. “Chocolate always calmed my nerves,” she said softly as Mon-El took the cup. He almost snorted, but he didn’t want to offend the young woman. She was just trying to be helpful. It was his fault that not even the strongest alcohol in the earth—or Daxam, in that matter—could calm him down.

Taking a little sip, he let the hot drink burn his throat. He didn’t even mind. But he had to put the cup on the coffee table as her hands were trembling so badly that he was afraid he’d spill it. He took a shaky breath.

“I should be out there,” he whispered. “I should be searching for her.” He cursed under his breath as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Clark is doing everything he can right now. I know how horrible it feels to just have to sit around and wait, but you don’t really know Metropolis. Until Clark finds Kara, you won’t help him much.” Mon-El mumbled a string of curses, mixing the ones he learned on earth from the ones he knew from Daxam, in a way that’d make Kara either feel proud or cringe. He took a deep breath to calm down.

“She’s my girlfriend, and I… I wasn’t there for her when she needed me. And now she’s gone and I…” He blinked his tears away. “I just can’t lose her.” He felt Lois’s hand on his shoulder, a comforting gesture. He didn’t really feel comforted, though.

The ringing of Lois’s phone broke the silence. Mon-El’s heart skipped a beat as he looked up, his shoulders straight and ready to run off to wherever Clark is to save Kara. He might’ve stayed back when they didn’t know where she was, but he certainly wasn’t sitting this one out. He had to be there for Kara.

“Clark?” Lois asked as she stood up, biting her nails anxiously. Mon-El had only realized it was a nervous gesture. It must’ve been hard for her, having her boyfriend going out every night, fighting criminals and aliens alike. No matter how strong both Superman and Supergirl were, they weren’t entirely invincible, and they could be killed any moment. His breath hitched in his throat as he discarded that idea. It wouldn’t help him to think that now.

“It was Lex. He kidnapped Kara,” Clark said on the phone, and thanks to his super hearing, Mon-El could hear it too. “He took her to an abandoned warehouse. He’s trying to lure me in.”

Lois’s eyes widened with fear as she stopped her pacing. “Lex Luthor? I thought he was in jail.” Mon-El clenched his fists. Kara mentioned that the head of Cadmus was Lillian Luthor. This surely couldn’t be a coincidence, right? It was either Cadmus behind her kidnapping, or Luthors were really not a good family.

“Me too, but he must’ve broken out and have someone cover it up. He’s trying to capture me too.” Lois cursed under her breath as she turned to Mon-El.

“Okay, send me your location. Mon-El can meet you there.”

“I don’t want him here,” Clark almost growled to the phone. Mon-El clenched his teeth as he jumped up.

“There’s no way I’m not helping him,” he told Lois before yelling at the phone. “There’s no way I’m not helping you.” Lois shut him up with a glare before turning back to the phone call.

“There’s no way he’s not helping you,” she repeated Mon-El’s sentence. “It’s Lex, Clark. You need all the help you can get.”

“I don’t trust him, Lois.” Mon-El clenched his teeth in frustration. He’d had enough of this. He grabbed the phone from Lois’s hand before she could reject.

“I don’t care what you feel about me, but I’m not leaving my girlfriend there. I’m helping.” His voice was determined and strong despite his pounding heart and trembling fingers.


“No. This is not about what you feel about me. This is about Kara. I can help. Please,” he almost begged, pressing his lips together to keep them from shaking. No answer came from the other side for a couple of seconds before Mon-El continued. “How would you feel if you failed to save her because you didn’t trust me?” he said as a last resort, hoping the thought of Kara, at least, would make him forget his prejudices. Clark sighed after some time.

“Okay, fine, I’m sending Lois the address. Be fast.” That was all he said before he hung up, and as he said, the address came in less than a minute. After giving the directions to Mon-El and making sure he got them right, Lois grabbed his wrist and looked in his eyes.

“Save them. Please.” Mon-El could only nod as a knot formed in his throat, and then he ran out of the house without he could change his mind.

He’d gone in. Clark had gone into the warehouse without waiting for Mon-El. Cursing under his breath, Mon-El got ready to barge into the warehouse when he stopped short. Kara had been teaching him how to approach a suspicious situation, and one thing she said he shouldn’t do was barge in somewhere if he knew there was a threat. So instead, he ran along the perimeter to look for any threats, even though a voice in his head was screaming at him to get in and get Kara to safety.

After he finished running, he found a window a couple of feet above the ground. With an easy jump, he grabbed onto the railing and pulled himself up, adjusting so that he could see inside.

And there she was, Kara, her wrists tied with glowing green cuffs to the ceiling. She was slumped against them, her arms stretched and her knees buckled, and she seemed like she was too weak to even stand straight. His stomach lurched as he made a move forward, but then a voice coming from down below stopped him. It was Clark, and standing a couple of feet away was a bald guy that had a gun in his hand. The gun was pointed at Clark as the guy smiled cunningly. There was nothing good about that smile. It was cold and evil. There was no doubt that the guy was smart enough to capture Supergirl and weaken her, and it didn’t make Mon-El feel any good.

“You’re afraid to go to her, aren’t you?” The guy asked as he stepped forward, making Clark step back. He seemed afraid of the gun, which could only mean…

Kryptonite, of course. The green cuffs must be Kryptonite. And probably the guy had laced the bullets in the gun with Kryptonite as well. When Mon-El took a better look at Clark, he realized the sleeve of his suit was torn, blood seeping form it. He was shot.

This wasn’t good. This really, really wasn’t good.

“You’re afraid you won’t be able to save her. Well, Kryptonite is a nasty thing, isn’t it?” There was sarcasm in the guy’s voice, but most of all there was a calculating intelligence, which made Mon-El shiver. He dared step forward slightly, his eyes never leaving Kara.

“I’m not letting you hurt her,” Clark grunted as he stepped forward, but this time the bald guy turned the gun to Kara. Mon-El’s heart stopped before it doubled its beat with fear. The guy was going to shoot Kara. He would shoot Kara.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I wonder how you’ll feel when you see her die because of you.” Mon-El didn’t think as he jumped down. The window wasn’t too far away from Kara, and with his speed he would be able to reach her in a matter of seconds, at least before the guy shot her. He didn’t even know whether he was immune to Kryptonite or not, it wasn’t like he’d ever seen the material. He’d only heard about it. But one thing he knew was that he couldn’t let Kara die. Even if it meant he’d get shot again, feel that excruciating pain again, or even maybe die. It’d be worth it. As long as Kara was alive, it’d be worth it.

He heard the gunshot right as he threw himself to Kara, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to the side while shielding her body from the bullet. Because of her shackles, he couldn’t get her as far away as he wanted to, so he felt the bullet hit his back. He didn’t feel anything, though, except some tickling. There wasn’t a bullet wound, or pain, or anything that indicated the bullet pierced his skin. So he held on until he was sure the threat was over, his eyes on her face. She was barely awake, blinking to get herself together.

Kryptonite must be still weakening her. Mon-El glanced over his shoulder to look at the bald guy, but he was nowhere to be seen. The gun, though, was lying on the floor. Clark must’ve gotten him out to get him away from Kara. Relief washed over him as he reached for Kara’s shackles, ripping them off quickly. So Kryptonite didn’t affect him like it did Kryptonians. He felt glad that it didn’t, or else he was sure he’d be dead or something.

When he got the shackles off, he threw them as far away from Kara and him as possible, and lay Kara down on the ground slowly and softly. She was blinking now the effect of Kryptonite was slowly fading, but her wrists were still bloody. He grimaced. He was hoping Clark would pay back for all those scars this Lex Luthor guy caused on Kara’s body.

He wrapped his arm around Kara’s shoulders and gently lifted her, pushing her hair back. She was still struggling to regain consciousness. “Kara?” he whispered as he stroked her hair. “Kara, it’s me. You’re safe now. I’m here.” He found himself smiling at her as she blinked once, and then twice before her eyes turned to her boyfriend. She looked surprised at first, but then she smiled again through all that exhaustion and pain she’d gone through. She held the hand on her cheek, squeezing it lightly.

“You’re here,” she whispered before tiredness came over her and she fell asleep in her boyfriend’s arms. And Mon-El held her, never letting go until Clark came back and they went back to his place, laying Kara down on a bed. He didn’t let her go for one second, and Clark let him.

Mon-El threaded his fingers through Kara’s as he looked at her peaceful, sleeping face. He didn’t want to wake her up since she needed and deserved sleep after the night she’d had, yet he was also unable to leave her side. He didn’t want to sleep before he was sure Kara was 100% okay. He also didn’t want her to wake up alone in the other spare bedroom in Clark’s house. So he was still sitting there when he heard a knock. It was Clark.

“Mon-El?” he said as he stood by the door, his hands in his jeans’ pockets. It was probably the kindest voice he used to address Mon-El since they met. Mon-El lifted his eyes to meet his gaze. “Can we talk for a moment?” Mon-El opened his mouth to object before he was interrupted by Clark.

“But Kara—“

“It’ll only take a couple of minutes, I promise. I just think… We need to talk.” He looked awkward standing there, and almost sheepish, as he took a deep breath. Mon-El nodded after considering it, and then let Kara’s hand go reluctantly to follow Clark. He went out to the balcony attached to the spare bedroom with Mon-El behind him. Both men didn’t say anything before Clark spoke.

“I owe you an apology,” he said, grabbing the railings and leaning forward. He wasn’t looking at Mon-El, yet Mon-El could hear the sincerity in his voice. “A big one, actually.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Kent,” Mon-El found himself saying awkwardly. Clark scoffed as he glanced at the anxious alien.

“Clark, please. I’m only Mr. Kent at work.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry that I was rude to you at the dinner. You haven’t done anything to deserve it, and I was blinded by my knowledge about Daxam.” Mon-El didn’t know what to say as he took a deep breath. He forced a smile.

“You don’t have to apologize. You were just trying to protect Kara.” Clark smiled, but there was something sad about it.

“I was, yes, but I hadn’t realized I’d been making a mistake when I thought you were wrong for her.” He glanced at Mon-El. “You saved my cousin’s life tonight.”

“It was… I couldn’t let her die,” Mon-El said, knowing how true those words were. There was a couple of seconds of silence before Clark continued.

“Did you know you where immune to Kryptonite before you jumped in front of that bullet?” Mon-El hesitated before he answered, but then he shook his head no. He really had no idea. “So you knew it might kill you.”

“Yes.” Mon-El’s voice was barely a whisper. Clark took a deep breath as he considered his words before completely facing Mon-El, gratitude visible on his face.

“Thank you, Mon-El. For putting her life before yours. That’s all I could ask from Kara’s boyfriend.” Mon-El’s heart skipped a beat with those words as hope filled his chest.

“So you’re…you’re okay with it?” he asked. Clark smiled, and this time the smile reached his eyes. He patted Mon-El’s shoulder.

“I don’t think she could’ve made a better choice.” And that was all the approval Mon-El needed from Clark to know that he maybe was a good choice for Kara.

Maybe they both were good choices for each other.

If you need me,  
I’ll be here.
A shoulder to cry on,  
Someone who cares.

If you’re injured,
Physical or mental,
I’ll be your nurse,
I’ll be patient,
and help you through the worst.

If you ever need me,  
You know I’ll be there,
Day or night,  
Whether I’m close,
Or need to take a flight.

I’ll be there.

A Small Crush...Part 1 (Stiles Stilinski Imagine)

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

WARNING: Spoilers if you haven’t finished season 3!!!!!

Summary: You have a MASSIVE crush on Stiles Stilinski but you only met him at the start of this year because you joined Scott’s pack with your best friend Malia.

It was 2 a.m. and you were lying in your bed, wide awake. You had been having terrible nightmares ever since Alison died and every time you close your eyes it’s like your brain is a cinema replaying the same scene over and over. Most nights you didn’t sleep at all, you usually went out and sat on the roof, staring at the stars, but last night was a full moon and you were exhausted. Eventually you drifted off, thinking about school the next day but more importantly - Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles Stilinski. Wow. You had only met him at the start of this year when you joined Scott’s pack, but boy was he amazing. You couldn’t understand how one person could be so perfect, it had to be sourcery. You had a massive, noticeable, possibly psychopathic crush on him, but you tried your best to keep it to yourself - you knew that you didn’t have a chance. Plus, you were pretty sure he liked Lydia Martin.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of your beeping alarm clock. ‘Ugh’ you thought. You had only slept for about 4 hours last night and you were so tired. After pressing the snooze button a few too many times you grudgingly got up because otherwise you would be late for school.

20 minutes later you were grabbing your bag and heading out the door to walk to school. About 3 minutes into your walk you had the odd sensation that a car was following you. You started walking faster but didn’t turn around to check if anyone was there. You kept walking at a fast pace until heard a car beep behind you that made you jump. This time you turned around to see who was there.

It was Stiles. He was in his jeep, which had stopped next to you. He started rolling down his window.

“Hey (y/n)! Want a ride to school?” Stiles called out the window, smiling at you.

You started walking towards the car, “Oh my god, really? That would be amazing thanks!” You said, hopping into the passenger seat. It’s not like you were going to turn him down. But honestly you were still really tired…

You started to get butterflies in your stomach, you couldn’t help it. I mean, you were in Stiles’ car. But you had to try and act cool, other wise this could get really awkward really quickly.

“So, how about that English assignment hey?” he laughed, looking at you briefly.

“Oh gosh, I haven’t even started it. I think I’ve actually lost the notification” you giggled, you were starting to blush now.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to do it. I mean we only have about a week left of school so…” He trailed off.

That’s pretty much how conversation continued until you got to school.


You managed to pull up at school without any awkwardness, which had to be a record for you. You just kept talking about school work, so there wasn’t much room for awkwardness there. You walked up the stairs and Stiles met Scott and you met Malia, before going separate ways to your classes.


You were sitting in Algebra with Malia, passing notes to each other.

(y/n): omg you’ll never guess what happened this morning

Malia: anything to do with Stiles perhaps

(y/n): maybe…..

Malia: tell meh ; )

(y/n): well…basically….he offered to drive me to school today and i managed to NOT be super awkward

Malia: wow (y/n) i’m proud of you ha ha

“Malia, (y/n)! Are you passing notes?” Mrs Ross asked sternly.

“No, definitely not Miss.” you said as you shoved the piece of paper in your pocket. That was close.

2 minutes later the bell went and you and Malia were walking to the library, where you would meet the boys.

You quickly spotted them at the back and walked over.

“Hey Malia, (y/n)! So, Stiles and I were thinking and we’re going to have a party tomorrow night. You two are obviously invited as well as Lydia, Kira, maybe Liam, if you can think of anyone else invite them but yeah, what do you think?” Scott said as soon as you sat down.

“That sounds great guys. I can’t think of anyone at the moment but i’ll text you if I do.” You said, maybe too excitedly…

“Great! We’ll probably talk about it more tomorrow, but yeah that’s the plan.” Stiles said smiling.

Wow. That smile. You would look at it all day if you could.


That night you actually slept (for the first time in a while) because you were so excited about the party the next night and hanging out with your friends, but mainly Stiles. You couldn’t wait for the adventure that the next day could bring you!


HI!!! So here is part 1 of my Stiles imagine, part 2 will be posted on Tuesday and it will mostly be about the party. I really hope you like it! Don’t forget that requests are open for edits and imagines. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night!!!