cause she looks beautiful

Anyone can bear,
A mountain of weight,
For years on end,
And let it shape them into a diamond,
Hard and strong,
It takes a different sort of person,
To go through all of it,
And still keep their gentleness,
Stay warm and soft.
A flower rather than a stone.
There’s strength in that too.
An exquisite beauty.


this perfect poem was written for me by my darling talented friend and i am beyond amazed and at awe and at loss for words

Chasing Cars (Dean Ambrose x Reader)

More Dean fluff yas I literally love writing it. Like, if I could it’s probably all I would ever write, sorry not sorry. This was requested by anon for Chasing Cars, originally performed by Snow Patrol. This version is the Sleeping At Last version, like the one they used in Grey’s Anatomy. Gonna have to say I like this version better than the original, oops. Enjoy!

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Here’s a snippet from a CSBB work in progress for you to enjoy!

Killian was startled from his thoughts by a rustling in the trees. Out of instinct, he moved to draw his sword, but came up empty. As with the rest of his Naval regalia, he forewent the sword, as well. He steeled himself for whatever was coming – Emma, a guard, bandits – and silently prayed to whatever god might be listening to take pity on his poor soul.

The gods must have smiled down on him, for it was Emma who hurried through the trees. As she approached him, the moonlight made her appear otherworldly, the effect made greater by the radiant smile she wore. She was dressed in drab clothing, stolen from her maids, no doubt. Even dressed as a commoner, and not in the fine silks and beads becoming on a princess, she looked beautiful, causing his heart to stutter in adoration.

“You’re here,” he breathed, and at the sound of his voice she ran to him. Or him to her, Killian wasn’t quite sure, not that he particularly cared. He contented himself with sweeping her into his arms and spinning her around while she laughed and pepper his cheeks with kisses.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here,” she said once he sat her down. She twined their fingers together, and Killian found pleasure in the cool press of her ring against his skin. “Now, Lieutenant, are we going to get married or not?”

“Aye, love, we are,” he replied, unable to keep the awe out his voice. And why should he? He was a man in love, and about to swear before the gods that he’ll be hers forever. “Shall we get going?”

He didn’t think it possible, but her smile bloomed into something wider and even more beautiful. “We shall.”

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My first ever collab with @thegeminisage and i am literally bouncing in excitement cause look at how that went, look at it, it’s beautiful, she brought, she blew life into it like??!?!

Thank you for colouring it, it was as if you were doing magic during your streams!! ♥

To see the version with the speech bubbles, it’s right here, i edited the comic page :^))))

And Here is the Background Alone version!!

Perfectly Flawed - Lydia Martin

word count: 2317
warnings: swearing
requested! (but I changed it around a lil bit)

Originally posted by softly-evak

“I was thinking it’d be a” I said, looking over my homework sheet.  Lydia glanced down at my paper and grinned.

“Yep” She said, popping the ‘p’.  I grinned as I circled that answer and went on to the next one.

It was Tuesday, and Tuesdays’ were the days Lydia and I got together at her place to do homework, paint our nails, and gossip.  Well, gossip sounds bad it was really just talking.  This had been a tradition we’ve successfully held every Tuesday for the past three months, and we were both pretty proud of that.

Lydia and I became friends last year when we were juniors.  Being Scott’s twin sister I was sort of a part of the pack, a designated human you might say.  Stiles would’ve high fived me for that.  But I knew all about werewolves and banshees and kitsunes and coyotes, to be honest we were like the misfit toys.  But I guess we owned it.

I always sorta had a crush on Lydia, I mean, who didn’t? She was absolutely perfect in every way.  She was a genius, she was funny, talented, kind, beautiful… the list went on and on.

But, with this perfection of hers, she had anyone to choose from.  Anyone she could date if she wanted.  And I, was definitely not on her list of crushes like she oh so ruled over mine.  In fact, she was my only crush.

Not me though, Lydia Martin could never like a girl like me.  No, I wasn’t as smart as she was, I wasn’t as petite as she was, I wasn’t as funny as she was.  I simply wasn’t as perfect, or anywhere near as perfect, as Lydia Martin.

“So, what color polish do you want tonight?” She asked, standing up from her spot at the table.  “I think I’m gonna get red for myself”

“Let’s go black” I said.  She shook her head with a small laugh and walked off towards the stairs.

“Same old y/n” She sighed, making me laugh as she disappeared.

Same old, plain, untalented, y/n, I thought to myself.

When she came back, she was smiling wide at me and plopped her box of manicure supplies down on the table in front of me.  Bottles of paint, polish remover, and lotions sticking out of it.  As well as nail clippers, filers, cotton balls, and tools that looked like torture devices.  Lydia seemed to have seen my look of fear cause she giggled that beautiful little laugh.

“No worries y/n, just the paint as always” She promised, shaking my bottle of noir polish.

“Thanks” I said sheepishly and she nodded, opening it up and grabbing my hand.

“So uh… the dance next week” My heart nearly fell out of my chest.  But somehow I managed to keep myself calm as she began to paint my nails.  I just looked at her, silently prompting her to continue whatever it was she wanted to say about it.  “Maybe we could go shopping for it together? Or not- we don’t have to-”

“No that sounds like fun!” I said quickly, and Lydia smiled nervously, I think.  I probably freaked her out.  “M-maybe Wednesday after school or something?”  big smile pulled on Lydia’s lips as she nodded.

“Yeah-yeah “ Lydia said, focusing back on my black nails.

(lydia’s pov)

I walked into school this morning, excited as today was the day y/n and I had decided to go dress shopping.  I was thrilled, absolutely thrilled.  I could just sing as I walked through the halls.

“Lydia Martin, are you skipping?” I was asked when I arrived at Scott’s locker, where we meet every morning before classes.

“Yes Scott, I may be a little happy for once” Stiles walked up to us.

“Is there a sale at Macy’s?” He asked with a snicker.  I rolled my eyes.

“I’m more than shopping and shoes, Stilinski” I told him.

“Alright then, what else do you have to be happy about?” He asked.

“Mom out of town?” Scott asked.

“Cheap makeup?”

“Quality makeup?”

“Hot date for the dance?”

“Prada had a new puppy friend?”

“Aced another test?”

“Any colleges accept-”

“Hey guys!” Scott and Stiles were cut from their ramblings as y/n bounced up to the group.  “What’re we talking about?”

“I was actually just saying that you and I were going dress shopping tonight” I said, and her face lit up.

“Yeah! I’m super excited for that” y/n said, grinning wide.  God I loved when she did that, her eyes always seemed to twinkle.

“You guys wanna ride there? You know I got a sweet one” Stiles said, wiggling his eyebrows at us.

“You got a new car?” y/n asked, raising a confused brow.

“No I’m talking about Roscoe duh- hey!” I giggled as y/n smirked a little to herself.  “I don’t get why you guys are so mean to me” Stiles began muttering.  “I mean seriously all I do is help and-”

“Hey y/n!” I turned to the girl whose name had been called, to see Erica Reyes standing there.

“H-hi- hi Erica” y/n replied, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Can I.. can I talk to you for a sec?” The blonde asked.  y/n nodded, giving a small ‘mhm’ and followed off with her.  As soon as they were gone, I scoffed.

“Really? Erica Reyes? What could they possibly have to talk about?” I asked, crossing my arms.  I saw Scott tilt his head, listening to their conversation.  I glared down the blonde, just as Kira bounced up to us.

“Hey guys!” She said cheerfully.  “What’re we up to?”

“Hush” Stiles scolded.  “Scott’s listening in on Lydia’s girlfriend over there” Stiles said.  I glared at him, but Kira giggled.

“Oh I see, get jealous of Erica did you?” Kia winked at me.  She winked, she had the nerve-

“No I am not jealous, and y/n is not my girlfriend” I stated firmly, my arms uncrossing and putting my hands on my hips.

“How defensive..” Stiles muttered.  “So what’re they talking about over there? Anything we should be worried about?”

“See, you don’t like her either.  Do you have a big fat crush on y/n?” I asked with a sneer towards Stiles.  “See? Who care-”

“She asked y/n to the dance” Scott said.


y/n and I were walking through Macy’s, going through rack after rack of hangers.  She’d been talking animatedly about how excited she was to be going to the dance with somebody.  I was listening, I was, but I barely responded.  Just let her go off as we looked over various dresses.

“Hey, hey Lydia” She called, and I looked up.  She was two racks away, and holding up a gorgeous y/f/c dress.  I thought about her wearing it and my knees almost buckled.  “What about this one? I have the perfect shoes and everything” Her eyes lit up with excitement and I nodded with a hum.

“Yeah y/n it’s… it’s beautiful” She smiled big and hung it carefully over her arm.

I went back to scraping through the racks, but didn’t really pay attention to anything I skimmed over.  All I could think about was the fact that y/n was going to the dance… with someone else…

Jealous? Never heard of her.

The ride to drop y/n back off home was again, mostly filled with her going on about the dance.  Although this time I was barely listening.  I couldn’t, it hurt too much.  THis was my best friend, this was the girl I was in love with, and she was hooked on being with someone else.  Maybe Stiles was right, maybe all of them were right… but she’s too perfect.  It was ridiculous for me to think of being with her.  Besides, I used to be such a bitch, such a bitch, why would she ever want to date me? I looked over at her in the passenger seat next to me as she talked on.

“…I mean I’ve just never been asked out before…” She went on.

She was beautiful, so fucking beautiful it was insane she even hung around us.

“Sure, I bet this is nothing to you you get asked out all the time- I mean look at you- but… but me! I just can’t believe someone would want to ask me out!” I slammed on the breaks, just outside of her house.  “L-Lyd!? Are you okay?” I looked over, seeing her grip onto the handle of the door.

“Am I okay? No I am not okay!” Her eyes widened as I yelled a little.  “y/n how could you say something like that? ANyone would be lucky to go out with you! You’re absolutely perfect!” She blinked.

“Lydia I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No- no get out just- just get out” I shook my head, looking down at my hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Lydia I-”

“y/n, go home” She stared at me for a moment, but I heard her unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door.

“I’m sorry Lydia” y/n said softly, then closed the door, and walked up to her door.

Now, I hate crying, it makes you weak and ruins your makeup.  But today I almost couldn’t drive home because I was crying to hard.

Who knew being in love hurt this much.

(your pov)

I didn’t think being in love hurt this much.

I was standing in the corner of the gym, the whole room lit up and blasting with music.  Bodies were.. Well everywhere.  Dancing, talking, sweating.  The more I thought about it, the more claustrophobic I felt.  I looked around, seeing my friends all together.  Stiles trying to get Scott to dance with him, Kira teaching Malia how to dance, Liam… doing god knows what.

And there was Lydia.

She looked breathtaking… the green dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right places.  The neckline dove down enough for me to blush.  But she wasn’t really dancing with the others, just awkwardly swaying back and forth.  I frowned, and wanted nothing more than to go over there and dance with her, maybe make her happy.  But she’d made it pretty clear that she wanted nothing to do with me.

“Hey y/n I’m back” Erica walked up to me, handing me a plastic cup of punch.  “And uh.. I smell checked the bowl.  It’s not spiked” She laughed, and I chuckled quietly and nervously.

“Thanks” I said quietly, taking a drink and casting a glance towards Lydia.  Erica stepped over closer, following my line of sight.

“O-oh… Lydia… I’m sorry are you guys..?”

“Dating?” She nodded, and I shook my head.  “No… no she wants nothing to do with me” Erica frowned.

“Pretty sure she wants everything to do with you” I raised my brow in silent question.  “I mean, when I asked you to the dance, she sorta had Scott listen in, and seemed pretty upset when you said yes” My brows raised, and I looked at her quickly.

“R-really? She did? Was she mad? Sad? Disappointed?” Erica laughed quietly, wrapping an arm around herself and rubbing her arm.

“You uhm… you really like her don’t you?” I gave her a guilty look, feeling bad that I couldn’t really help my feelings towards the strawberry blonde.  “No no, it’s okay” Erica said, giving me a small smile.  I returned it.  “Well, go on, go get your girl” I grinned, and turned, walking myself straight over to Lydia.  When her eyes caught mine, she smiled for a moment, but it quickly fell.

“y-y/n” Her voice was quiet, I’d never heard it so unsure before.  It was like she lcked all of her confidence.  “Shouldn’t you be with Erica?”

“No” I shook my head.  “No I don’t want to be here with Erica, I want to be here with you” I said.  Her eyes widened.

“Really? Y-you do?” Lydia asked, almost like she didn’t believe it.  But I nodded my head, trying desperately to keep up my confidence before it all went away.  “You… you like me?” My brows furrowed.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I could remember” Lydia shook her head exasperatedly and groaned.  My heart sank slightly.  “Look I know it’s pathetic and you’re you and I’m only me but seriously I mean it-”

“God would you just stop talking” Lydia groaned.  I opened my mouth to protest, but she grabbed my chin in her hand and yanked my lips against her.

I swear the world slowed down and my heart exploded.

She was so warm, and her lips were so soft, and she tasted like.. Like cherries.. And root beer.  Maybe a mix of chapstick and lip gloss I don’t know but it was heaven.

“Not fair.  I liked you first” She said when we pulled away.

“You definitely didn’t-”

“Yes.  I.  Did” She said firmly, pulling away slightly.

“Did not” I grumbled, and pulled her back in for another kiss.

“You sorta suck-”

“Lyds shut your mouth” She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck while mine went around her waist.

“All our friends are staring at us” SHe whispered, and I laughed a little.  “Welp, Kira just started clapp- Stiles took a picture” I laughed more and kissed her nose quickly.

“Yeah well it took you long enough to show an interest” Lydia rolled her eyes.

“Seriously, in our moment, you’re gonna hold that against me?” I nodded with a grin.

“Wouldn’t want you thinking I’m an easy catch” I said with a wink, walking towards the beverage table.  “Gotta make it interesting, right?” I winked over my shoulder and she groaned, following after me.  But I heard her muttering.

“God you’re lucky I love you” 

to the anon who requested, i hope you liked it! 

xoxo ~ jordie

anonymous asked:

i feel guilty for liking the photoshoot she did with the bikini, cause apparently she didnt like it too much? but she looked beautiful on the beach ;-; its so aesthetic, i mean she could've worn a regular bikini or even a tshirt and id think the same but yeah

Don’t feel guilty. Carrie herself looked back on it with some proud because she looked good (hot). The worst thing about the bikini is the whole idea behind it: Leia wearing it not because she wanted to but because they made her wear it. It’s sexist and it goes against her character (just check her wardrobe for the rest of the trilogy). And of course the producers, director, etc took advantage of how her body looked to appeal to audiences. But I think you should only feel guilty if you like it for the wrong reasons. Personally?? It’s far from my favorite look but Leia was so fierce when she wore it that I won’t stop reblogging pics or giffing the scenes where she kills Jabba just because of the bikini.


tumblr, meet my little green lovelies~ little green lovelies, meet tumblr~

we’ve got, from left to right: Sunsparkler Cherry Tart (yes really), Coppertone (scientific name Sedum nussbaumeranium), Topsy Turvy Echeveria (scientific name Echeveria runyonii), and Cape Blanco Pacific Stonecrop (scientific name Sedum spathulifolium)

so far the only one I’ve named is the Stonecrop, which I call Pike (for what should be obvious reasons, namely that she is beautiful and strong and I love her)

the Sunsparkler goes a beautiful dark red wine colour in full sun, though I think the green is rly pretty too. he’s also supposed to be a trailing plant, but he’s been a little unstable since I repotted him, so I gave him the glass ball for support

the two in the middle pot (the Coppertone and the Echeveria) are butter yellow and pale periwinkle respectively in full sun, and I really hope I get enough in the next couple months to see it, cause they look beautiful!

Pike, meanwhile, is perfect just as she is and I will protect her with my life


Imagine being Clara’s girlfriend, Sherlock’s partner, and a Winchester and then somehow getting them all (SuperWhoLock)  to have Thanksgiving dinner with you.


Fandom: Supernatural, Doctor Who, and BBC Sherlock

Gifs aren’t mine.

You were placing all the meals onto the long dinning table in your house that you and your girlfriend Clara lived in together. You sighed as you smelled something burning. 

“Clara what did you burn this time?” You asked her as you leaned onto the doorway staring at her as she got out the pie from the oven with a frown and threw it into the trash.

“The pie,” she grumbled as you giggled at her and walked up behind her hugging her from behind. 

“Dean would call you a sinner for that, but luckily I made both pecan and pumpkin pie.” You chuckled turning her around and kissing her on the lips. “Now all we need is to set the utensils onto the table and we’ll be done.” You told her pecking her on the lips once more and handing her the utensils as you went to your shared room to change into a more formal attire. 

After changing you got Clara her clothes and made your way down stairs to give them to her. She thanked you and went into the bathroom downstairs to change. She came out and you smiled at her and complimented how beautiful she looks in her dress which caused her to blush and you to giggle at her reaction.

“So who did you invite?” Clara asked changing the subject.

“My brothers and Castiel and also Sherlock and John since they have nothing else to do,” you told her, “and you?”

“Just the Doctor since I don’t think he has ever been or had a Thanksgiving meal before,” she told you as you clenched your hand at the Doctor’s name. You always seemed to get jealous of the Doctor even though you never met him. You just didn’t want the alien taking your girlfriend away with his magical blue box.

As Clara was about to say something the doorbell rang and you quickly rushed to the front door. opening it only to see your brothers standing in front of you with Castiel behind them.

“Hey guys,” you said hugging your brothers and then Cass. Clara stood behind you in confusion since she’s never met your siblings or the angel, but she knew what your family did for a living so that was out of the was in introductions. “Clara this is Sam and Dean, my brothers. Sam, Dean this is my girlfriend Clara.” you introduced as they all shook hands. “And thats Castiel, our baby in a trench coat.” you told her as Cass just nodded towards Clara following the Winchester brothers inside.

“Wow (y/n) your place is pretty nice.” Dean compliment sitting down in the dining room with Sam and Castiel following.

Another knock came from the door and with just a few steps you had been in front of the it and opened the door which gave a small creak. the door had revealed your oh so friendly neighborhood sociopath and army doctor.

“Hello (y/n),” John greeted hugging you as you hugged him back. Sherlock also greeted you, but he didn’t hug you and just invited himself in which John had then apologized for his rudeness.

As you had introduced everyone and were about to sit down and wait for your last guest you heard a wheezing sound coming from your right. Everyone looked over to where the sound came from. Only to seen a blu police phone box appearing out of no where.

“What the hell?!” Dean yelled as he and everyone else stared a gaped at the T.A.R.D.I.S.

“Doctor!” Clara yelled in excitement as she hugged the man who had stepped out of the police box.

“That’s not possible. Something can’t just appear out of thin air.” Sherlock started to talk about how it was impossible for something to appear out of nowhere.

“Oh shut up Sherlock.” John told hid friend. Sherlock was about to protest, but John just glared at him which got the consulting detective to shut his mouth.

“Hello everyone, I’m the Doctor,” The Doctor introduced himself bowing.

Sam and Dean were still stared dumbfounded by how the Doctor had arrived. “Wait, What? How? But…” Sam was to confused to even for coherent words.

“So your the Doctor?” You asked the mad man with a box.

“Yes that’s me, and you must be (y/n)?” The Doctor asked cheerfully walking up to you and holding his hand out for you to shake. You took it and shook hands. “And you two brothers must be the Winchesters right, and the man in the trench coat is Castiel I presume?” The Doctor said walking up to Sam, Castiel, and Dean. He then turned to Sherlock and John. “You must be the great Sherlock Holmes and that must be John Watson, the army Doctor.”

“How do you know who we are?” Sherlock asked as he started to deduce the man.

“I’m a Time Lord from Gallifrey. People call me the Doctor, I call myself the Doctor, usually everyone else calls me the Doctor.” He rambled on abut him being the Doctor till he got stopped by Clara jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow.

“Well are we going to eat or?” I asked as i motioned towards the food on the table.

The Doctor clapped his hands together as everyone sat down again.everyone was about to eat till Castiel said, “Could we please say a prayer to my father before we start eating? It is tradition after all, is it not?” Everyone looked at each other agreeing. Dean and Sherlock being slightly displeased about it since both of them weren’t really the religious type. 

After the prayer Castiel had said and all of you saying amen everyone started to dig into their food. Sam and Dean were already scarfing down food like there was no tomorrow and Dean kept on taking food that Sam was about to reach for.

“Dude,” Sam said in annoyed tone as Dean took spoons full of mashed potatoes.

“Oh shut up Sammy there’s plenty of more.” Dean motioned towards the bowl fool of mashed potatoes. When Dean put back the spoon into the mashed potato bowl Sam was about to reach for it, but Sherlock snatched it before he could. Sam protested, but gave up and reached for the turkey and then the cranberry sauce.

Everyone was eating joyously till Sherlock and John got into an argument. “Oh shut up John!” Sherlock yelled at his best friend as everyone looked at the bickering duo. The argument became more heated audit just made the entire table uncomfortable.

“Oh, were going there.” Sam said looking down at his food like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Oh, crap,” Dean said taking a sip of his beer as he watched the argument with an amused smile on his face.

You uncomfortably sat in your seat as you looked back at your food. “Oh my gosh, look its food. I love food,” you said as you tried to lift up the atmosphere, and after a finishing word from John the argument ended. Leaving the atmosphere of the room tense.

Till Clara broke it, “How can you eat so much (y/n)?” she asked you as you just shoved turkey dipped with cranberry sauce into your mouth.

“I’m a growing girl,” you told her shoving more food into your face. As the rest of the table chuckled and the room became more cheery with chatter.

After eating all the main courses Dean stared eagerly at you. “Yes Dean there is pie.” You got up and went to the kitchen to get all three pies. You had gotten one just for Dean knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a few slices.

You brought out the pies trying to balances them, only for Clara to appear out of nowhere and take one out of your hands and placed it infant of Dean who already stared to shoving the pie into his mouth, but he stopped when he saw everyone starring at him.

“Could you eat that any faster?” Sherlock asked him in an unamused face.

“No,” Dean replied slightly embarrassed going back to eating still at the same face as before.

“It sometimes surprises me how you humans can eat so much,” the Doctor said as Castiel agreed with him making small talk.

You and Clara both set the pies onto the table setting them down and everyone taking a slice besides Dean who was still scarfing down his.

You smiled seeing everyone so close and happy. You even saw Sherlock smile slightly at something John had said. 

“So Doctor what is it with the police box and Doctor what?” John asked the alien.

“Just the Doctor and that,” the doctor pointed at the T.A.R.D.I.S., “is the T.A.R.D.I.S. also know as time and relevant dimension in space.” He finished.

Yeah you could say it was a pretty interesting Thanksgiving.


One shot based on a(n) upcoming  previously aired episode, which features Plunder. This is my imagining of what happens after he’s captured.

“Move Wally! I’m gonna kill him!” Barry struggled to speed past his apprentice, to gain access to Plunder’s containment cell. Wally’s raw speed, coupled with their rigorous training sessions, had made him excellent security guard. Every single fake-out, every false move Barry tried to do to get at Plunder, Wally Blocked. “Goddamn it, Wally. Move!”

The whole room: Cisco, Joe and Iris, watched as the two speedsters battled for dominance, twisting, thrashing and speeding around in circles.

Bro-“ Wally struggled to catch his breath. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep Barry away. "Calm down!”

The cause of this mayhem? Well, Plunder kidnapped Iris, held her hostage for hours, and pulled a gun on her. Barry didn’t even know if he could save her from Savitar, and now this man had threatened her, elevating the danger that had already surrounded her like thick, black fog. If he and Wally hadn’t gotten there when he did, she could have died.

The thought enraged Barry. If he could…just..get…past…Wally, he was going to phase through the wall and rip out that bastard’s heart. “Wally, I don’t wanna hurt you, but get the fuck out of the way!

"Barry no!” Iris wasn’t used to seeing this side of Barry. This anger. This passion to kill. “Stop this!.” She’d been screaming for what felt like forever, but Barry had gone off the deep end. “PLEASE!! Barry PLEASE” Her voice rippled throughout the room, like a fog horn.

He’d heard her, even in the midst of the chaos, but chose to ignore her. She hadn’t made this any easier for him. Not only did Plunder pull a gun on her, Iris challenged him by stepping into it, like she was bulletproof. Like she wanted to die. The images came flooding back to him like a bad dream, stopping him in his tracks.

Wally heaved in the corner to get enough oxygen flowing through his veins, but watched Barry intently as he walked over to Iris.

“Please? Please? You want me to stop? Thee hell were doing out there, Iris?” Barry yelled. “ Stepping into the gun? Were you TRYING to give me a FUCKING HEART ATTACK?”

“Aye Barry–, "Wally started, before being silenced by Joe with his hand.

"Barry,” Joe gently pushed Iris aside, and stood where she had been, so that he was face to face with the angry speedster. “I understand that you’re afraid, and under a lot of stress, and aren’t thinking clearly but: you betta WATCH THAT TONE when speaking to my daughter.” Joe nudged him in the chest. “Especially in my presence. ”

Tension radiated throughout the room. Cisco’s mouth sat agape, and had for at least the last five minutes.

This was not the Barry he’d come to know over to past three years. This was a man, backed up against a wall, both literally and figuratively—who felt desperate and helpless to save his true love, and was acting out as a result. A man who was about to die at the hands of Joe West, pissed off detective, extraordinaire, if he didn’t intervene.

“Hey, how about we take a little breather, huh?” Cisco propped his hand on Joe’s shoulder, smiled and nodded towards the exit. “Please.”

Joe sighed and walked with Cisco, away from Barry, out of the cortex. That left Wally and Iris. And Plunder, safely locked away.

“AGhhh!” Barry turned and punched the wall, before turning to exit the room. When Iris started in behind him. Wally grabbed her shoulder.

“You sure you want to do that, sis? I know that he wouldn’t hurt you, but he obviously needs a minute to calm down.”

Iris smiled. Her little brother’s concern for her was really touching. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, but I really need to talk to him.”

Wally nodded in agreement. “Fine. I’m here if you need me.”

Iris found Barry sitting with his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth. He was sitting on a cot in S.T.A.R lab’s makeshift living quarters. “Barry-,” she said after a few moments of silence. “I’m sorry for being reckless. I don’t know why I did what I did today–”

“I know why you did it, Iris,” Barry cut her off. “But I need for you to stop. I am racking my brain to come up with a solution to save you, we all are. But what’s the point if you’re gonna put yourself in danger? If anything had happened-

"Nothing did happen.”

“But it could have. It’s like–like you think that the next four months don’t matter. But they do. More than anything. These four months will literally determine if you have a future. If we-have a future. I’m doing all I can to make sure that I don’t lose you.” Tears started to flow from his eyes like rivers.

“Barry, please don’t cry. ” Iris leaned over and wiped his tears away with her hand, as her own flowed down her face. “Please, baby. I can’t stand it.”

She leaned wrapped her arms his waist and rested her head on his chest.

It pained him to know that even as her life hung in the balance, she wanted to be there for him, to take away some of his pain, when it was him that needed to be there for her. He unlooped her arms and pulled her into him. He placed his hand gently under her chin, causing her to look up. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, even as tears stained her face. “I’m sorry, Iris. For yelling at you. For scaring you.”

Iris settled into his arms, and buried her face into his chest, stroking his back with her other hand. “It’s okay, I know that you’re scared. I’m scared too, baby, I just don’t want you to lose your humanity.”

“You are the only thing that matters to me. I will do what-ev-er I have to do to save your life.”

Iris pulled away. “But killing Plunder isn’t going to save me from Savitar. This is just a way for you to channel this pain you’re feeling, but this is not you. You are not a monster. And I don’t want you to become one, even If I die-




“BARRY!!” Iris jumped up from the cot, and swung around so that she was standing over him. “You have to accept this! You might not be able to save me!” She closed the distance between them, and put both hands around his face. “And I know, I know that you want to, that you will do everything in your power to save me, but it’s possible that I might die in a few months.”

“You are NOT going to die, Iris. I won’t have it. I will save you. Your life, your light, your spirit, the world needs it. I need you. I love you. I can’t lose you.” He shook his head in disbelief that he had to have this conversation. That his love was being taken from him. That she wanted to just give up. “I can’t lose you. I can’t do it.”

Iris’ leaned down and embraced Barry, leaning her head on top of his, half for his comfort, half for her own. Her tears were flowing non-stop at this point, spilling down onto Barry’s forehead. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, Baby, I don’t know, but I do know that we have today. Right now. And the next four months, if nothing else.”


She resumed her place next to him on the cot, and scooted as close to him as was physically possible and locked their fingers together. Iris needed him to feel her. To see her. “I’m here…now. Right now…you have me. ”

“Iris–” She put her finger up to his tear stained lips, to quiet him, to keep him from hurting himself any further. The future wasn’t promised. For any of them, really. Powers or not, Barry was not a god. “Let’s enjoy our time together, Barry. However much time that is. You..are..the love of my life. I don’t need o have been with you for years to know that. You are it for me.”

“You’re it for me, too.”
“Good,” Iris wiped her tears on the back of her sleeve and smiled at her boyfriend. “Now, let’s go home. Wally can handle Plunder.”

Barry’s jaw clenched at the sound of his name, but didn’t speed off on in pursuit of a rage killing.His anger had been quited by grief, but it still raged inside of him. She could see it on his face, in his eyes, she could feel his heart racing. But for now, things were calm. At least, as calm as they could be.

Chaos would come later. It was certain.

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tremendousinternetdefendor-fc7fc  asked:

Kristen looks besutiful!! Love the skirt looks better on her than the model. I am kinda happy to see her brunette hair making a comeback . Was not loving the blonde. Her green eyes and dark hair sets her apart ... my opinion ... Either way effortlessly stunning again! And a great cause to be backing!!

Yes Kristen is beautiful…she looked stunning and I love that since she’s buzzed her hair she’s been dressing even more girly than she typically does for these events.

She seems to be allowing her natural color to grown in, hence the hair color being off.

As I’ve said before and I’ll say it to friends as well as “enemies” this is a place where we come together to celebrate Kristen and Rob.  Both get enough criticism.  I would greatly appreciate it if you could focus on what you love and ignore what you don’t.  

If you must share your contrary views, you can share them somewhere else there are plenty of other bloggers that would appreciate your nitpicking, I am not one.

If she’s effortlessly stunning in your opinion then why the need to add the slight?  I really don’t get that.  Just a need to take her down a peg?  Why??

anonymous asked:

Sorry about that! For the crush is around question could you do jae, dowoon, and junhyuk thank yooou

Jae: Okay so I imagine our chicken Jae here to be obnoxious funnier than usual. He will want to show off to his crush that he is a guy with a sense of humor because he thinks that is what reels the ladies in. He’d be a smooth talker as well, knowing just what to say to get her blushing. He is a human being though so he does feel slightly nervous and is a little clumsy around her, so he kinda fumbles over words and trips over his own two feet which makes it really hard for him to be smooth. He’d have this really light pink blush when she’s mentioned and he’d just play it off as he’s too hot or he is feeling a little sick.

Dowoon: Dowoon is a shy guy, sometimes he’s really quiet around all of his hyungs so in front of his crush its like silenceX100. He would have sweaty hands and a racing heart around her at all times cause she just looks so beautiful. He’d think of really cool things to say but never say any of them because he doesn’t get the right chance to. When Dowoon actually does say something, its something silly which makes everyone laugh even his crush and he’d have such a proud/happy feeling and wouldn’t stop smiling

Junhyuk: Junhyuk would be the most chill. He would act as he normally does because he wants to charm his crush naturally instead of acting like someone he’s not. He would have a lot to say though, he’d want to get his crush to open up to him first and then be all friendly, cracking jokes here an there and then after the right amount of time, dive into the relationship stage.

Heartfelt (Drabble) [9] (M)

Day & Night (Drabble Series): Pt. [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [8], [9], [10], [11]

Genre: Smut/Fluff

College AU

Characters: Yoongi x Reader 

Word Count: 1,808

A/N: This drabble takes place the same day as the last one, which is why the dates are the same. I’ve been meaning to update, but I was so busy with finals (had my last one on Thursday, YAY). 

If you haven’t read the previous drabbles then please do so  ❤︎

It was so hard for me to post this, I’m so nervous ;A; I hope you guys enjoy this >.< 

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[October 17, 2016]

             Alluring, that word perfectly described Y/N at this very moment. Her lips were red and swollen from all the kissing and her cheeks were tinted a dark shade of pink. She looked so pure and innocent laying beneath him in nothing but a pair of white lacy panties and a matching bra, he wanted nothing more than to taint her and claim her as his own. The girl tugged on his clothes, a smirk etched on his lips as he grabbed his shirt and flung it to the hardwood floor. Y/N licked her lips as her gaze wandered down his toned upper body, her eyes lingered on his tattoos, which started on his right shoulder and traveled down his arm until they hit his wrist. Her fingers traced the colorful ink that was located near his right peck, she had never felt this attracted to anyone before.

             “Like what you see?” he taunted running his cold finger tips along her bare thighs causing a shiver to run down her spine. Not bothering to let her reply Yoongi crashed his hungry lips back down on her plush ones, Y/N let out a soft whine as he grazed his teeth on her lower lip before forcefully shoving his tongue inside her mouth. His kisses were rough and wet, yet tender and sweet at the same time. The man’s lips molded perfectly into hers, it were as if their sole purpose were to lock with her own. Sorrow, guilt, and regret were just a few of the emotions he was projecting onto her, this was more than just a simple kiss, because in a sense it was an apology.

             His pale pink lips then began to venture downward towards her neck leaving tiny butterfly kisses that had the girl yearning for more. Y/N gasped at the sudden feeling of his canines sinking down onto her collarbone’s delicate flesh making her whimper in pain. She could sense that same area being tugged at as he sucked on the skin until he was satisfied. Momentarily Yoongi pulled away in order to inspect his work, the spot was a dark shade of red, almost purple, it was perfect. After having marked her as his own he then proceeded to leave wet feather-like kisses in hopes of helping the pain subside, meanwhile his hands fumbled with her bra until it was finally off.

            “So perky…” he muttered ghosting his fingers over the sensitive buds. A breathy moan could be heard from the girl when his hands began to knead her breast. His fingers felt cold against her warm skin which only added to the tingling sensation he was making her feel. Without a warning he engulfed her nipple into his mouth while his index finger and thumb fondled the other. She found herself relishing the feeling of his mouth wrapped around her nipple as his teeth lightly nibbled on it.

             “Yoongi.” Her voice sounded as sweet as honey whenever she’d moan for him. His cock twitched in excitement hearing his name roll off her tongue in the most sinful manner. He knew exactly what she wanted and that was for him to move down south. The fair skinned boy abruptly pulled away and hooked his slender fingers around the waistband of her panties then pulled them down. He couldn’t help but take a second to admire the sight of her pink pussy glistening in the dimly lit room, she was drenched and it was all because of him. “Please…” she begged as he teasingly kissed up her inner thighs, patience had never been her virtue. She let out a long moan when she finally felt his tongue work its way through her slick folds, her fingers immediately found themselves tangled in his dark locks tugging him closer. Yoongi’s tongue flicked her clit making the girl squirm while she mewled for more. “Oh fuck, Yoongi!” her high pitched voice indicated that she was close, very close. Well aware that she’d release any second he abruptly thrusted his wet muscle inside her needy hole. Y/N found herself subconsciously rolling her hips to meet his mouth, which resulted in his nose pressing against her clit and exerting just the right amount of pressure. “Oh my god!” she let out a strangled cry as the warm bubbling feeling in the pit of her stomach uncoiled and traveled throughout her body while her juices leaked down his chin and onto the bedsheets. Not bothering to take into consideration how sensitive her orgasm had left her the black haired boy greedily lapped the juices making her whine as she tried to shove him away. She was sweet, too sweet, but he loved it.

             “You taste so good.” He moaned licking his moist lips savoring the flavor. “Stay on your back.” He commanded as he pushed his sweatpants and boxers down unable to wait any longer. She could feel her mouth water at the sight of his painfully thick cock, his pink swollen head leaked out pre-cum that she wished to lick up, but she had to follow orders. Instead Y/N tightly pressed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache between her legs. Having taken notice the man spread her legs with one hand as he pumped his shaft with the other before aligning himself. She could feel him teasingly rub himself up against her entrance coating his tip in her juices. Gradually he eased himself inside afraid that if he didn’t he would hurt her and that’s the last thing he wanted. He waited until he was certain she had adjusted to gently thrust into her.

             “Yoongi… Ple- Please.” Y/N whined bucking her hips wanting to feel more.

             “I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered brushing some strands of hair out of her face, even though he was well aware that this wasn’t her first time the fear of possibly hurting her was still there.

             “Please, don’t hold back… I’m not fragile, you’re not going to break me. I n- need you!” and those words in that tone were more than enough to have him pounding into her. The sultry moans that erupted from her throat only fed Yoongi’s ego to keep going. Y/N was loving the way he completely filled her up, she could feel every single inch of him pressing up against her pulsing walls. “Oh god, Yoongi!” the man grunted in response as he let go of her waist and threw both her legs over his shoulders giving him better access. The sound of skin slapping, moans, and lewd slick sounds echoed throughout the sweltering room.

             “So tight.” the boy groaned as he delve deeper inside of her.

             “Right there!” Y/N whimpered letting go of the wrinkled bedsheets and wrapping her arms around his neck craving intimacy. His fingers found themselves firmly gripping her waist as he drilled into her hitting that same spot over and over with his swollen meat. Yoongi glanced down at the girl, her face was contorted in sheer pleasure. He watched how her small frame would shake with every rough thrust and enjoyed the way her breast would bounce every time as well.

             “You’re taking me so well baby.” He cooed shifting his eyes down to watch how his cock stretched her out. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was actually happening and it wasn’t just another one of his fantasies.

            Y/N glanced up at him through her hooded eyes in order to appreciate the visually stimulating image before her; the veins on the side of his neck flexed as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, a sheen layer of sweat coated his porcelain skin, his half lidded eyes were clouded with lust, while his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. He could feel her walls starting to frantically convulse around his girth signaling that she was once again close. One of his hands swiftly let go of her and he inserted his thumb in his mouth before he brought it down to massage her throbbing clit.

            “You’re such a good girl for so willingly offering yourself to me.” Yoongi gruffly praised as he jerked his hips faster, his words along with his movements threw her over the edge. Her walls squeezed him tightly coaxing him to cum, at this point she could feel every single curve on his dick.

             “Yoongi!” the girl moaned wantonly as she arched her back and ran her nails down his back. The sounds she was making prompted him to pound into her mercilessly, his thrust becoming sporadic as he chased his own high. Yoongi craned his head back and groaned her name as he reached his own climax, ribbons of hot cum shot into her and filled her to the brim, the mind numbing pleasure was all either of them could feel right now. Her lips were parted open letting out mewls and pants while her body trembled uncontrollably due to the aftermath of her toe curling orgasm. She was completely wrecked and writhering beneath him, it was a breath taking sight he had caused. To him, she had never looked more beautiful than she did right now.  

             As soon as he pulled out he could see his warm creamy seed seeping out her tight hole, a moan escaped his mouth as his eyes feasted on the erotic sight. Yoongi was overcome by satisfaction seeing Y/N’s juices and his cum dripping down.

             “You did so well Y/N.” She gazed up hazily as he affectionately stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. He found himself lying next to her with one of his arm draped around her waist. “Y/N…”

             “Hmm?” the girl hummed, her head rested on his chest while she lazily traced an outline of one of his tattoos.

             “I’m sorry…” he muttered quietly hoping she had heard him. Had he known she was listening in on his and Namjoon’s conversation the other day he would have been more careful with his words, but in a moment of panic he had blurted out whatever came to mind. Yoongi had never been good at voicing his emotions, which is why he had a habit of saying things he didn’t mean. “I- I-“ as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to say a certain something out loud. The black haired boy let out a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand though his disheveled hair. Why is this so hard?

            Suddenly his hand swiftly crept behind her neck bringing her closer in order to lock his lips with hers. She could feel herself melting against him because out of all the kisses they had shared this one was the most raw. It was sweet, passionate, and most of all heartfelt. What I’m trying to say is that… I really like you.