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Dragon Drawing Prompts!

Dragons!! Here’s a whole bunch of dragon drawing prompts for you! Have followers send them in, do a few at random, or make a challenge out of them! You can even write stories based off of them! Just have fun using these to fight your creativity block!

Swamp Dragons

  • A big, crocodile-like dragon hiding under the water and snatching down prey that gets too close
  • A dragon that burps up swamp gas to deter humans from its home
  • A dragon that eats even the biggest of snakes in a swamp
  • A dragon whose horns resemble the swamp’s plants

Cave Dragons

  • A cave dragon colony that lives like ants in an old mine, preventing miners from taking any more minerals
  • A cave dragon napping with some bats during the day time
  • A big dragon that lives deep in a cave, with tons of raw precious metals in its hoard

Forest Dragons

  • Forest dragons burrowing and making tunnels that intertwine between the roots of old trees
  • Small forest dragons climbing trees like squirrels and jumping from treetop to treetop
  • Rainforest dragons with vivid colorations, hiding perfectly in their tropical habitat
  • Rainforest dragons with huge, butterfly like wings
  • Tiny dragons living in the hollows of trees, hoarding anything shiny, even some shiny acorns

Arctic/Antarctic Dragons

  • A thick-furred dragon roaring at people because it isn’t familiar with them being near its habitat
  • A dragon that cannot fly, but instead swims, just like a penguin
  • A dragon that swims under the ice and then crashes through the ice to make prey fall into the crack

Mountain Dragons

  • Dragons living in hot springs beside a volcano, incubating their eggs in the warm water
  • Mountain climbers reaching the top of a mountain and being scared away by a dragon
  • A dragon dozing off outside and waking up covered in mountain top snow

Field Dragons

  • A large-winged dragon gliding above a field and casting a huge shadow
  • A deer-like dragon running past humans so quickly that their hats fly off
  • A small, hawk-like dragon dive-bombing prey

Underwater Dragons

  • A dragon living in an underwater cavern with an air pocket
  • A dragon living in a kelp forest, blending in with the kelp
  • Dragons that travel in pods and resemble orca whales
  • A dragon that flings itself out of the water and glides above it, like a flying fish

Desert Dragons

  • Dragons stealing treasure from long-buried monuments in the sand
  • A dragon breathing fire so hot it creates chunks of glass, which the dragon makes its nest out of
  • A dragon accidentally stepping on a cactus, and other dragons try to pry the cactus out of the other’s foot
  • Dragons so heavy and callous that even when a huge sandstorm passes, they are unaffected

Urban Dragons

  • Dragons living in old subway tunnels and collecting loose change they find on the ground
  • Dragons living in the sewer systems of big cities, only seen by those needing to clean the sewers out
  • A small dragon living near a plaza, swiping jewelry right off of unsuspecting pedestrians
  • A dragon living near a power plant and being curious about the people working there
  • Neighborhood dragons that are very used to being around people and will even let some people pet them
Trash witch tips GO

Presented in no particular order with very few rules. These are suggestions and ideas! There is no “school” of trash witchcraft and you can combine it with all sorts of other workings and traditions. Trash witchcraft is all about having a good time and changing the very nature of reality with something you picked up on the way to the bus stop.

What is “trash?” Well, it’s all relative, isn’t it? I think of trash as “stuff someone is no longer using that’s been left somewhere I can get to it.” My trash witchcraft focuses on getting use out of items people thought were useless, and making beautiful things out of what’s been written off as refuse. I’ve also found trash contains things that are unique to it - energies and thoughts from previous possessors, energies of being reused and recycled, energies of BEING trash, entropy, death, life, perseverance, marginalization, chaos, and a strange kind of peaceful order. Just depends on what you find!

Getting Trash

  • Recycle! Save your drink cups and straws and even straw papers.
  • Some low-income hipster/artist areas have “free” boxes on the corner that you can pick amazing stuff out of
  • Thrift stores are great places to buy trash for cheap! It’s usually some pretty good trash, too.
  • Library free book piles, they get a lot of useless donations. Books are sacred on some levels but do not be afraid to rip apart a book on how to use 2005 Microsoft Encarta and turn it into a Sharpie Grimoire. You’re giving it more life than it ever had.
  • You’re gonna look at the ground a lot. You’re gonna look at soda can tabs in new ways.
  • Loose/broken cassette tape used to be common on roadsides but not anymore; you can usually get tapes for something like $1 apiece at a thrift store if you don’t want to wait. The tape inside is useful for all sorts of things, same with VHS tapes!
  • Discarded roadside CDs tho.
  • Rocks aren’t trash but you’ll start finding them if you look at the ground long enough! Even some stuff that’s kinda valuable. Get a rockhounding book and start finding even more treasure!
  • Asphalt and other manmade rock chunks are abundant because roads and sidewalks are constantly being repaired.
  • Near construction you may even find rebar, screws, etc.
  • Dirt is useful. Different kinds of dirt is useful different ways.
  • All sorts of interesting weird bits of metal and glass and plastic!
  • Discarded lighters, some of which still work!
  • Free matchbooks in bars, plus lemons and nuts and cocktail picks.
  • B O T T L E S
  • You will likely find some money even if it’s a bit of change. Spend it or save it for spell stuff (or just because you’re wise).
  • Animal bits are everywhere really.
  • U-Pick/Pick-n-Save/U-Pull-It type car lots will let you go into their broken down/wreckt car lot and pull anything off of vehicles for flat fees and it’s quite cheap.
  • Craigslist: for people who want to take other people’s junk away for them.
  • Freecycle-type trade groups and dumpster diver groups are good places to start on both practices, give em a google.
  • Watch the animals around and see if they lead you to something interesting.

What it’s useful for

  • Anything that has been run over or left on a road long enough has been charged with the energies of the roads. The energy might change depending on the type of road, a slow rural dirt lane will have a different feel than busy urban blacktop.
  • Even empty cups are useful for a jar replacement, especially temporary spells.
  • Straws can be used to build lattices, mock-structures (build a house out of straws and blow it down!), can even be used as temp wands.
  • Straw papers can be braided or written on and then wrapped around things for a binding spell or wish spell. For instance write a wish, wrap the straw paper around the straw, blow through it to charge.
  • Write a spell on the paper of a wrapped straw, then tear open one end and blow through the straw to launch the paper and spell!
  • A cocktail sword is now your tiny ritual knife. Rejoice.
  • Logo/corporate magic: you can use discarded items with a company’s logo with it to draw upon that company for help or even attack it. Use the money attached to the Starbucks brand to make a Starbucks cup the focus of a money jar spell, etc. Or just curse Blockbuster. Oh wait, too late.
  • Glass that changes the light (curved, warped etc) can be used for magnification or focus spells. Colors of glass can add certain aspects depending on how you associate colors. Green is commonly associated with money; there’s lots of green glass out there since it’s a common drink bottle color!
  • All your tiny metal/glass/concrete bits are great jingles for a spell jar that should be shaken, or even a jar bell just for making noise.
  • Flatter lighter shiny clinky bits can be tied up on a frame as a wind chime, gathering wind energy or just being decorative. Add string/knotwork if you want! Great to do with found silverware.
  • A chunk of a place helps call up the presence of that place or draw on the energy of that place or influence that place. This applies to dirt, rocks, roads, concrete, bricks, asphalt, etc. Get macro (a whole city) or micro (this corner of the street) but either way, tap that!
  • Pendant materials abound if you look in the right places, especially if you know how to wire-wrap a weird chunk of chrome.
  • Broken window glass to shatter illusions, break defenses, and expose lies.
  • Broken mirror for scrying mirrors or defensive traps.
  • The right rocks can be used to draw on concrete in lieu of chalk, do a scratch test.
  • Mark the corners of your neighborhood or yard with innocuous, tiny bits of rocks and other things that aren’t likely to be picked up. Even just arbitrarily moving bits of stuff around helps increase your sovereignty over a location. Be aware of who else might control the area though!
  • Trash is useful for shadow work. Find a trash object that you can meditate on or use for an energy focus. A lot of feelings can resonate with trash - the feeling of BEING trash, being discarded or used, being broken. These can be focused on for catharsis or for calm. Walk through the life of this trash item, empathize with its journey, see where its journey parallels yours. Give it a new home if you’ve found some part of yourself you’re reclaiming (a lot of “trash” is actually worth keeping and was mistakenly devalued!); if you’ve found parts of yourself to let go and move on from then throw them away with the object.
  • This can also be a focus for luck or serendipity workings - do a working to find something precious, then do a trash hunt and see what comes up!

Collect safely!

  • Broken glass and sharp metal bits ABOUND in the places where the best trash is. So you’ll want good gloves and I suggest keeping your tetanus shot up to date.
  • Depending on what you’re doing, eyewear may be good too, and I’d wear tough jeans and a shirt you won’t mind getting snagged.
  • Watch where you hunt trash. Some other people may be trying to get returnable bottles or metal for money; I suggest just giving them right of way.
  • People and animals are unpredictable so only work with those you trust and know the rules for if you’re out of your element.
  • Sometimes places with interesting trash are already occupied by belligerent spirit entities who are keeping that as their hoard. Only approach if you’re willing to bargain fairly or otherwise if you’re willing to fight the entity. (I suggest bargaining or leaving. Remember, it’s just trash.)
  • Look, if you pick anything up that’s squishy keep some hand sanitizer on you and some resealable bags.
  • Actually resealable bags are a good idea anyway, stay organized! Label with date/place if you like to draw on specific associations.
  • Add sigils or cleaning/sealing spells to your bags to keep newly-collected materials from causing spiritual/magical problems before you have a chance to take them home and deal with them. If you have an on-the-go cleanse spell then that’s important to use, but sometimes an extra layer helps for really gunky stuff, and trash tends to have a history attached to it.
  • Animal parts - please do some research before you collect so you know how to safely do it and preserve things without violating the Migratory Bird Act and other local laws. There are a lot of “vulture culture” people on tumblr alone, see if you can talk to someone who works with animal spirits so you’ll know how to respectfully harvest materials.
  • If it looks too nasty to touch or reach for or get to, let it go. It’s just trash.
  • Remember that rooting through other people’s trash that’s part of their property is technically crime and a theft. Be aware of when you are trespassing.

Add some stuff! Be trashy with me!

Misconceptions-Chapter 4

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: Violence. Badly written violence. Angst, the tiniest amount of fluff in the world, THE BABY IS HERE!! The lullaby is in Afrikaans, my ma used to sing it to my sisters. 

Translation for the lullaby:

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for his living,
& the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

Guys i’m not sure about this chapter. But it needed to happen. Happy reading!

(Also i know Adriana is six weeks old, and this lil’ cutie is at least 4, but i could not for the life of me find what i was looking for, and this pic was the closest i got)


 “Buck” you call out, walking into the living room, “Stevie’s looking for you, you missed training” you look up from your phone, Nat’s holding Bucky’s hand looking guilty as sin, Bucky looks like it physically hurts to look away from her “Uh guys?’ suspicion clouding your tone, “Everything alright in here?” “yeah kitty cat, Nat was jus’ helpin a fella out, didn’ know what ta get my best girl for her birthday” Buck replies. Your eyes are fixed on Natasha, she never could hide anything from you “Nat?” you venture “Nat what’s going on?” “Buck’s a clueless procrastinator, I was helping him pick out something special sestra” she’s lying. You know she is. Your traitorous heart latches on to the lie like you need it to breath “Natalia” you warn her “Don’t lie to me” “I wouldn’t (y/n), honestly I don’t know what’s going on with you lately, but stop projecting onto me” She storms past you, Bucky following close behind her. Shit.

 6 months later 

 You curse as you unsuccessfully try and tie your shoes, your spectacularly huge baby bump impeding the most mundane of tasks, you didn’t know what you were expecting, you’re carrying the child of a genetically enhanced giant with fabulous hair, your half expecting the baby to come out walking if you’re completely honest with yourself. You’re alone, by choice, you have no one to blame for your current predicament but yourself. Tony tries, he calls twice a week if he can, sometimes he doesn’t call at all, your melancholy has been slowly suffocating you, your hair has lost its shine, your eyes are dull, voice scratchy from disuse, “I’m going insane” you muse “This baby is fixing to pop any day now and I’ve lost my ever loving mind” you feel the power leaking out of you, your control slipping as you slip deeper into your panic, objects are hovering and vibrating in mid-air, the windows of your 4th floor apartment cracking as you desperately fight for some semblance of control, you laugh, an inhuman sound that shatters the mirror in front of you, chunks of glass hovering a few feet from the floor, the power a tangible thing that you can see in front of you, wrapping around you like a deadly vice clawing at the remnants of your sanity. No no please no, CONTROL IT. You’re screaming at yourself, windows shattering and furniture splintering with the weight of your emotion, grasping onto the first image that flies into your head, Bucky smiling at you, the real no holds barred smile he reserves for the truly fortunate, memories replaying in your mind of happier times, Natasha laughing at a prank Sam pulled, Steve blushing as you recount a particular interesting dalliance, Sam rugby tackling you at the fourth of July football game, Tony soothing you after another failed relationship. Family. My family. Your heart beat calms, syncing with the beat of the babies, a deep steady rhythm that has you coming back to yourself gasping and spluttering as you try and balance your emotions and your power, ignoring the ache that shoots through your chest when you think of his face, his laugh, his smile. “no” you chastise yourself ‘it’s not just you anymore (y/n), this baby needs you, she only has you, pull your shit together kitty. Woman the fuck up.” Decision made you abandon the sneakers and opt for a pair of ballet flats instead.

4 days later you give birth to a beautiful baby girl, with a full head of raven black hair and the greenest eyes you have ever seen. It physically hurts to look at this perfect mixture of you and Bucky and your heart breaks all over again, reliving the pain of the horrible words and your hasty departure on a loop in your head. That is until she looks at you, unfathomable devotion to this tiny person flares in your chest, and you know. You know, that no matter how deeply broken you are, you would give anything for her, withstand any torture, kill a thousand men if it would make her happy. She will never know, you promise yourself, she will never know pain. 

 You name her Adriana. You sign Barnes as her last name. you can’t figure out what compelled you to do so.  You have accepted you are never going to see James again.

6 weeks later: “Shh Ari baby, mamochka is just warming up your bottle” you try to quiet the crying child in your arms, singing softly “Maandag se kindjie is wonderskoon, in dinsdag se kindjie sal grasie woon, woensdag se kindjie is altyd bly,donderdag se kindjie sal alles kry, vrydag se kindjie is lief dog sterk, saterdag se kindjie sal altyd werk,en n kindjie gebore op sabbatdag is vol wysheid of hy werk of lag.” She gurgles happily “ssh Adriana” you whisper. Stretching out your senses you scan the building, too many people, 16 altogether, armed. Shit. Grabbing your phone, you shoot off a quick text and strap Ari to your chest in a baby carrier, “You gotta keep quiet for me Ari, Mama’s gotta kick butt and she’s a bit outta practice” Adriana sobers instantly, staring at you with her wide green eyes, you know she understands you, you can feel her power. “Alright baby” you say, grabbing the dual katana’s off the fireplace, sticking the gun hidden underneath the hearth into the front of your pants “this aint going to be pleasant.” You shove the throwing knives into your boots, you can feel your attackers’ minds, like a hive, swarming and busy, one coherent thought between them: take them alive.

Nope, not happening, you think. “Alright bitches, bring it” you yell as the first agent crashes through the window, he barrel rolls into a crouching position aiming a taser right where Ari is strapped to your chest. “Not my daughter you bitch” you scream, gracefully swinging the katana, severing his neck. 3 more enter through the door, grabbing the glock from the front of your jeans you take them out in rapid succession. Racing out the door way you head for the stairs when you’re roughly yanked backed, roots of your hair smarting at the force, neck straining with the pressure, you elbow your assailant in the solar plexus, driving a hard kick into his knee, breaking the kneecap, he grunts as he falls. You knee him in the face for good measure, tugging the knives out of your boots and expertly throwing them at the two agents racing up the stairs. You catch one in the throat and the other in the eye. This isn’t working, there’s too many, they will out man me eventually, you’re two stories up, there’s a lull in the fight oh god this is going to hurt, you send out your mind to find the remaining agents, gently prodding into their consciousness, they can’t detect you, not yet, not if this is going to work, you wait until they get closer, reeling them in slowly, and with one final push you channel everything you’ve got into their heads liquefying their brains. You fall to your knees, gritting your teeth against the exhaustion. Need to get up, need to move. MOVE. You limp your way to the exit, cradling Ari against your chest avoiding the stares of passers-by, getting into the car waiting for you, you bark out “Stark tower. Now” 

 15 minutes later you’re stomping into the Avengers tower screeching “ANTHONY FUCKING STARK! HOW THE FUCK DID HYDRA FIND ME” Only to come face to face with the man you’ve been avoiding for 8 months. You pale, Ari making distressed noises against your chest, Bucky’s eyes flicker to her and back to you, shock apparent on his face. “Well shit” you breath.

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Heart-Shaped Sucker


Words:  6758 (holy crap)

Excerpt:  He pulls the stick out from between his teeth, and Phil then realizes that he had been sucking on a lollipop, red and heart-shaped. Dan’s mouth moves as he speaks, his lips wet and shiny with the effects of the sucker he’d slid against them temptingly, and when he places it back in his mouth so slowly, Phil’s stomach feels like it’s in knots.

Warnings: smut!!!! (blowjobs, pillow grinding), food mentions, swearing, nothing too bad just know there’s a lot of sexual themes

SEQUEL: Part Two

Part Three

Check out the gr8 art for this story!!: here

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Just Shut Up | Mark

I really hope you enjoy it!! 💖💖

Originally posted by tepangel

“Are you really going to get mad at me over a mirror??” Mark questioned, a smile on his face as he continued to help you even after you’ve told him countless times to stop helping you.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his hands away from the broken glass.

“Mark you know how much this mirror means to me,” you continue to push his hands away only getting more and more annoyed with him.

“I do, but just show me a picture of it and I can definitely buy you a new one,” he still continued to help you.

“I’ve had it for years a new one would never make it ok.”

He sighed starting to get frustrated with your stubbornness, “Then call your best friend and tell them I broke the mirror and would love to get you a new one.”

You rolled your eyes, “just shut up Mark, you make everything out to be much easier than it is. If I get seven years of bad luck after this, you’re to blame,” you weren’t superstitious, you said that so you had something else to blame Mark for.

You stood up with the bag in hand ready to throw it into the garbage, but Mark had a different idea.

“You can throw out the glass, but the frame you could use it for pictures. Just so you don’t have to entirely throw it out.” He gently pulled you back by your elbow. “And everything is easy if you make it easy. Having an open mind also helps.”

You looked at him with disbelief, “are you really calling me close minded?? This is close to telling your parents you failed an important exam. Just with more guilt.”

He groans, “It’s just a damn mirror, (Y/N)!!” His tone rose, anger evident even in his body language.

You didn’t even flinch and you weren’t too affected by it either. You kept your tone calm, but stern, “you can speak to me again when we’ve both calmed down and can speak to each other like adults. Alright??” You kept eye contact with him but he dropped his gaze and slightly nodded before walking away.

You threw the bag out and kept the frame making sure there weren’t any leftover glass chunks before going back to your room, deciding to watch a movie to calm down.

There was a knock at your bedroom door, you didn’t respond, not having the energy to do so.

Whoever it was entered anyways.


You sat up to see Mark with the biggest teddy bear in existence and a single rose.

“We’re still good… right??” You could tell he was somewhat worried that you were still angry at him.

You walked over to him and hug him, “yes. We are. It was just a petty argument, mostly on my part I’m sorry. And you didn’t need to buy me anything Markie.”

He hums, “I wanted to make a grand entrance.”

You laughed, “you could have done that with just the rose, but I guess now we can lounge around on the teddy bear together.”

“That would be nice,” he kisses your temple.

“I’m sorry for telling you to shut up by the way.”

“When was this??” He was confused.

You playfully roll your eyes, “it was at some point when we were arguing. But let me make you your favorite food since it’s too late to buy you anything you like. How does that sound??”

“That sounds great babe, thank you and I’m really sorry about the mirror.”

“It’s alright like you said, it’s just a mirror.”



Keep forgetting to post these…

Extra pearls for the Pearlsona Challenge. Still have 1-2 more left on the back burner…

Top 3: Mustika Pearls

#1 - Cloud Pearl - Friendly and bubbly, Cloud can hover (like Sapphire). She likes dancing and interior design. If her owner’s in a bad mood, Cloud considers it her duty to cheer her up.

#2 - Bamboo Pearl - She’s serene and content, with a love for exotic gem-based plants. Her physical form grows petal-like structures that emit a pleasant aroma. Her owner frequently uses her as a gardener.

#3 - Cobra Pearl - The most dangerous and oily of the three. Her retractable claws are venomous: A scratch will destroy the physical form of a gem, and poison organic life forms. Other pearls don’t like being around her, as she’s sneaky and uncompromising, almost always doing what she believes her owner (Snakeskin Agate) wants. Snakeskin Agate sometimes uses her as a discreet assassin.

DISCLAIMER: Mustika pearls are not actually a real thing; they’re essentially a scam where someone tries to sell a chunk of glass for hundreds of dollars. But Gems are light-based aliens, so they don’t need to follow the rules of reality. :)

#4 & #5 -  White and Black Imitation Pearls

While not made of the same materials as “real” Pearls, they’re nonetheless elegant and impossible to distinguish from the real thing without a very close look. They’re very polite, quiet, and formal. You have to be careful what you ask them to do, as they tend to take orders literally. Any holograms they produce have the unfortunate habit of glitching up. Nevertheless, they’re good budget pearls, since they get the job done and still look nice (even if they tend to be light on personality).

Last 2: Defective Pearls

#6 - Double Peacock Pearl - She’s pretty moody but is still a fully functional pearl. She’s owned by a upper-middle-class gem with a penchant for curios and novelties. Likes to talk about feelings and being more in-tune with the cosmos.

#7 - Baroque Blood Pearl - A pearl with something to prove. She’s not the best at servitude, but she’s a top-notch entertainer instead with unmatched dancing skills and the voice of a siren. To prove she’s the best, she often wears knives (!) on her shoes while dancing. Unfortunately, she’s got a bit of an ego.

Unwavering [Part Two]

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Void x Pack


Word Count: 2795

A/N: Here is Part One. This is the last part of this story.

Originally posted by alevlightwood

           The first thing I notice is the cold, and how absolutely unbearable it is. But it’s more than just cold, it’s a damp chill that you can feel seeping into your bones and settling into your soul. The kind of cold that makes you crave the release of just curling into a ball and fading away.

            I open my eyes slowly, blinking a few times to shake the black haze from the edges of my vision. The room is dark, and the dull, aching, soreness of my arms draws my attention to the cold, heavy, chains binding me the metal pipe running along parallel to the ceiling. I pull at the chains slightly, and it feels like my shoulder is being torn out of its socket. I bite my lip to silence my cry of pain, quickly deciding that any attempt to free my arms will be completely futile.

            I drag in a deep breath through my nose to calm myself, but almost gag on the inescapable smell of death and decay that seems to fill the room.

            “Honestly, I’m disappointed,” A cold voice says from the corner and I flinch slightly, the sharp movement jerks the chains and a small whimper escapes my mouth before I’m able to clamp my lips shut again, “I thought you would have at least tried a little harder to get out. Especially considering how if you die you’ll just wake up right back in the same place and can try again.”

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Sandcastles (1): Tom Holland x Black Reader

Lemonade Oneshot:

Pray You Catch Me

Hold Up

Don’t Hurt Yourself


*6 Inch

Love Drought

Originally posted by greekbeys

As you two argued you felt like there was nothing left that could be done. Your happy marriage wasn’t as nearly as great as it was years ago. You had thought that by now things would’ve been fantastic but everything was crumbling. The perfect fantasies you two built together were falling a part. 

We built sandcastles that washed away



You pressed your palms firmly on the marble counter, you were in such a rage that you threw your fine chine and glasses in every direction. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” You screamed twisting off your wedding ring and chucking it at him. You took a knife and stormed toward all of the pictures of you two together. You stabbed every picture of him smiling. “Y/N!” He screamed. 

He watched, fearing that you would hurt yourself but he knew how much hurt he caused so he let you get it all out. 

Dishes smashed on my counter from our last encounter
Pictures snatched out the frame
Bitch, I scratched out your name and your face

After you calmed down you slide down the wall and sobbed, clutching your stomach. “I hate you. I hate you.” You repeated. You finally got up, carefully maneuvering around the chunks of glass that now decorated the floor. You dug in your closet for the packet that you were hoping you could throw away. 

He was sitting at the table with his head in his hands. You slammed the packet down in front of him, “I already signed. You do your part and you can screw that bitch and whoever else you want all day.” You picked up you wedding ring and threw it beside the divorce papers. “I’m done.” With that you were out the door. 

He sat there in shock, staring at the legal document. He cried and cried for what felt like days but had only been hours. “No!” He yelled but you were already gone. 

I made you cry when I walked away

And your heart is broken ‘cause I walked away
Show me your scars and I won’t walk away

Part 2 of Sandcastles coming up. 

The Missing Piece (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1251
Warnings: Language, violence, attempted sexual assault

Summary: You are a SHIELD Agent working undercover in Belgrade, Serbia when a run in with Bucky Barnes changes your future

A/N: gif not mine, source (x) Tags are open!

You pinched the bridge of your nose and exhaled. Seeing the red indent around your wrists you rotated and rubbed them a few times to try to get the blood flowing again. You lean over the table to grab the knife and cut through the zip tie that bound your legs together. Getting up you finally took of your hoodie, groaning as you stretch out your body, while your mind is still in disbelief of what just happened.

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Certain As The Sun: Part 5

FINALLY!!! IT IS HERE!!! I hope you all enjoy, please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think, what you’d like to see more of, your predictions for what’s coming up(it’s some crazy stuff, let me tell you). Thanks for all your love and support! 

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“You never did tell me how, exactly, you made it all the way here from the Spring Court without anyone noticing your absence.” I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Feyre had first arrived, and as foolish as it sounded I didn’t really care despite all the potential dangers. All I knew was that she was here beside me, with my head resting in the curve of her neck, our fingers intertwined beneath the sheets, the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

She sighed, and in it I heard all the pent-up exhaustion that had been building up inside her these past eight months. “Well,” she began quietly, “it involved a lot of winnowing, running, flying—”

Flying?” I asked incredulously. “You flew here?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, Feyre darling, I must say that I’m quite proud of you. Especially considering your assumed lack of training since you’ve been with Tamlin.” I knew damn well that Tamlin would never allow Feyre to train. He hadn’t let her before, so why would he now especially being well aware of what she’s capable of?

It was silent for a few moments and had I not known any better I would have thought she had gone back to sleep. I knew she must be exhausted from her travels and couldn’t help but imagine Feyre, great Illyrian wings protruding from her back, soaring across the courts, her body like a whisper of darkness in the wind. She never ceased to amaze me with her endless strength and courage…my mate. That thought alone had me grinning again.

“Lucien knows.” The two words were like a chokehold. “He was suspicious from the moment I stepped foot in the Spring Court, but he’s certain now. He knows you and I are mates, that I’m pretending to love Tamlin.”

My immediate reaction was to find Lucien—whom was now an extreme threat—and eradicate him. I forced myself to calm, put my instincts on a leash.“Due to my knowledge of Tamlin’s lapdog still existing, you being here beside me, and…well, I’m assuming Tamlin doesn’t know. What did you do to keep him from yapping?”

“I threatened to hang him upside down by his balls before chopping them off and offering them as dinner to the beasts that prowl about outside.”

“So, you threatened him with Elain?”

A small smile. “How’d you know?”

“Honestly, being strung up by the balls sounds incredibly less painful when compared to being threatened with your mate.” Feyre chuckled, turning so that she was now facing me. “The mating bond is so strong that even before it’s been accepted, the two Fae feel an overwhelming sense to ensure the other’s safety. Lucien, especially, will feel as if he’d do almost anything to set eyes on her again. If their bond is ever sealed, however, there will be nearly nothing that can separate them. And for two mates to be separated…It can slowly drive them mad, especially the male.”

Feyre’s gaze flitted away from mine. I hadn’t said what I’d said to hurt or discourage her, but it was a fact. Being separated from her for this long was a huge show of restraint from me, especially with her being in Tamlin’s fondling hands. I knew our separation was taking a toll on her as well; Though she didn’t appear tired or weak, she had…dimmed since she had first accepted the mating bond.

One moment she was lying beside me, the next I had my back resting against the pillows and headboard, her body on top of mine, legs straddling my waist. When her gaze met mine, hazel eyes burned like molten amber.

“I want to try something with you,” I said quietly. The sweet scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, filled the room and I was suddenly, painfully aware of her nakedness, of how close she was. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, Feyre, I’m not sure I’ll be able to restrain myself from fucking you again.”

Her eyes flickered. “And what if that’s exactly what I want?”

“Then I’ll fuck you, gladly. Just know that Tamlin has a very small chance of you ever returning if I do.” She only gave me a cruel, wicked smile.

“What is it you wanted to try?”

“I have heard that once two Fae are mated, there are things they can do that other Fae cannot. I’ve never seen it, or experienced it myself, obviously, but I’m curious.” I took both of her hands in mine. “Give me one of your hands, place the other on my chest and I’ll do the same.” She did so.

“Now what?”

“Now let down your mental shield.” A soothing calm seemed to fill the room as I felt Feyre fully open herself to me. “And keep your eyes on mine,” I whispered.

As soon as she did, a sensation like rose petals whispering kisses along my skin came over me, my body no longer my own. I saw myself, hair disheveled from Feyre’s fingers running themselves through it, eyes alight with wonder like diamonds in a black, silken sky. It took me a moment to realize that I was seeing myself through Feyre’s eyes as if I had jumped into her body and was now able to see and feel everything she saw and felt, my own senses heightened beyond anything normal Fae ones were.

I watched myself reach out and gently run a hand down her side. My eyes widened further, hand jerking back at the unfamiliar feeling of her skin. I had thought I knew Feyre’s body inside and out, but it was now that I realized I knew about as much about her body as Cassian knew about women in general.

In this new body that was mine and yet not, everything about Feyre felt nearly entirely different; I ran my hands through her silken hair, caressed the underside of her breasts, indulging in how our scents twined together, forging something that was dark and light and new.

“Rhysand.” Even the sound of her voice startled me. Feyre’s voice reminded me of the first time I’d looked into her eyes, of when I was just a boy, watching from the window as my mother took to the skies, black wings merging with the night. It didn’t look like she was flying so much as soaring— like she didn’t need the wings at all because the wind answered her every beck and call. Feyre’s voice sounded like starlight, made me feel the same way I had when she’d first smiled at me.

And then I thought of fire, of summoning it to my hand and when I looked down there it was… as if it had materialized out of my dreams. Feyre’s eyes were wide, staring at the fire that should have been impossible. I didn’t have these powers, powers that stemmed from the Autumn Court, but Feyre…

With less than half a thought I extinguished the fire and replaced it with water. I played with it, making it freeze and then melt, shaping and molding it into a butterfly, a flower, a star, before hurling it at the wall.

The look in my mate’s eyes had changed, wide no longer with wonder and shock, but another, deeper emotion.


I was standing in a room, an easel before me, paintbrush in hand. Violet eyes , painted in my likeness, stared back at me. It was just as my hand lifted to paint another stroke of midnight black that I heard a loud crash coming from somewhere down the hallway.

I set down my materials and rushed out of the room, down an unfamiliar hallway, and stopped once I made it to a closed door. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating if it was truly safe to enter the room before I finally pushed the door open.

Upon stepping inside I found what looked to be like a study. The room was a complete and utter mess, table upturned, small pieces and chunks of glass littered about the floor. And in the midst of the mess stood a man…Tamlin.

It was then that I realized I was in the Spring Court, reliving one of Feyre’s memories.

He turned, hearing my arrival. I gasped softly, for once my emotions being genuine as I was truly shocked at the wreck around me. Tamlin’s eyes were alarmingly cold, talons sharp as a well-kept blade visible even from where I stood.

“Tamlin…” I trailed off, not sure what to say.

“Get out, Feyre,” he growled, but I ignored him, instead choosing to slowly advance towards him. Tamlin roared, talons ripping at the curtains. Another glass object sailed past my head and crashed into the wall, shattering into a thousand pieces. I flinched, fear overtaking my heart and causing it to beat out a wild, shuddering rhythm in my chest. “Get. Out.” He stepped closer, close enough for me to breathe his scent: fresh soil and warm winds and petals—but there was something off. Something…different.

A scent, distinctly female, was intertwined with his.

“Has…Has someone visited? Is something wrong?” I knew I had to tread carefully so as to not set him off again. Tamlin clearly was not in his right mind.

He shook his head. “No. No one has been to the Spring Court in days. In fact, as of right now I’m contemplating sending the courtiers and lords—everyone—home.”

Lying. He was lying to me. I knew he was. The female had been here, and recently. Unless it had been a courtier, however, the scent was not one I recognized.

“Leave me, Feyre.” I placed a tentative hand on his shoulder but said nothing more as I exited his study.

One memory ended, another began. This one more recent than the last.

I was hiding behind a wall in what looked and smelled like the kitchens. Feyre was wearing the same dress she had when she’d first arrived and it didn’t take much to put together what I was watching: Feyre’s escape.

“—and High Lord Tamlin believes that all the planning will be done a few weeks, perhaps even a month ahead of schedule. Lady Feyre had been doing so well with it, and she seems to be just as excited as he is, why wait?” There were two voices, female. Most likely cooks.

The second voice let out a thoughtful hum. “Well if you ask me, he’s way too good for her. I mean, did you hear what she did Under the Mountain? Killed two, nearly three Fae in cold blood and didn’t look back. Didn’t regret it one bit. I know she did it for Tamlin and the Faerie Realm and everything, but I just don’t know how I feel about a murderer being a Lady. And Lady of the Spring Court, no less.”

Had I been in my own body, I would have torn the second woman’s throat out with my bare hands.

The first cook chuckled. “And just who do you suggest to take her place? You?”

I could practically see the second cook’s smile as she said, “Why not? I think I’d make a damn good Lady. Jacinda, Lady of the Spring Court. I think it has quite a nice ring to it, actually.” There was a slight pause. “Not to mention I’d give anything to know what Tamlin is like behind closed doors. I’ve heard he’s amazing in bed.”

The first cook scoffed. “And just where did you hear that from?” Another pause.

“Okay I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone,” said the second cook, her voice lowering. I focused my hearing and leaned closer to hear her as she said, “If Feyre finds out, Mother knows what could happen.

“There are a few of the servants who’ve said, while Feyre was away at the Night Court, they’d seen Ladies from other Courts come and visit the palace. They’d always leave before dawn, and when the servants went to clean the High Lord’s rooms, they found…evidence.”

The first cook gasped. “But what about Lady Fey—”

“Lady Feyre,” the first one interrupted, “was gone for months, Evie. Tamlin wasn’t even sure she’d ever return back here. He is a man, you know. A Fae male. They have their needs just as much as the next person.”

I was thrown out of Feyre’s memories, out of that body that we shared, out of everything and slammed back into my own. My breathing ragged and uneven, cold fury racing through my veins.

“That bastard. I’m going to kill him. I swear on the Mother and her Children that I am going to fucking kill that glorified piece of shit.”

Feyre looked alarmed. “What did you see?”

“The first memory was just him throwing a hissy fit. The second…” I paused, nearly unable to speak through the blinding rage. “I saw you escaping. I heard what those cooks said about you. What Tamlin did while you were gone.”

Her heart seemed to stop, muscles tensing. “I was…I was going to tell you. I just didn’t know how. It also didn’t seem that important.”

“Important? Feyre, the man who claims to love you was fucking other women while you were gone! Of course I’d want to know about this.”

She sighed in exasperation. “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew this was exactly how you’d react. You’d just become angry and want to—”

“Rip his throat out? Torture him until he begged for death? Set fire to his entire court and happily watch as they all burned? How about all three?”

Feyre sighed again, taking both of my hands in hers. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Feyre—” She stopped me with a look.

“It doesn’t matter, you sensitive little baby, because Tamlin doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care what he does or says. I don’t give a shit who he fucks,” she paused, raising my hands to her lips. “Because I only care what you say and do. Of your opinion. Of who you’re fucking, which I hope will always be yours truly.” She offered me a small smile.

I met her gaze straight on, searching her eyes. “You already knew.”

“I had suspected for some time now. But overhearing the cooks’ conversation confirmed it.” She shrugged. “I’m not his mate. I’m not Lady of the Spring Court either, for that matter.”

She was right. No matter what pretense Tamlin put up, Feyre and I knew the truth. If he really cared for her he wouldn’t have let her suffer Under the Mountain, wouldn’t have denied her of everything she deserved. Tamlin may come off as a confident, handsome High Lord to everyone else, but we knew what lay underneath. A coward. Liar. Traitor.

“Tell me what I am, Rhys,” Feyre purred, lips leaving soft kisses to my cheeks.

“You’re a warrior.” Kiss. “A loyal friend.” Kiss. “You are High Lady of the Night Court.” Her breath caressed the shell of my ear, the curve of my neck. “You’re my mate.”


“And,” I smiled. “You’re my wife.” Her lips lowered, whispering kisses on my shoulder. “And you’re—shit.” I felt canines nip at my earlobe.

“Well,” she chuckled. “That’s not very nice.” Feyre left a trail of kisses down my naked torso, stopping where the sheets covered my lower half. “I am your wife, Rhys. Your mate. High Lady of the Night Court, not the Spring Court. And as long as that is true, as long as I am able to proudly say that I am married and mated to the most wonderful man the gods have ever created, as long as I love him and he loves me in return…then that’s all that matters to me,” she said softly.

I searched her eyes for a moment before gently trapping her face in my hands. Kissed her brow. She leaned into my touch, wrapping her arms around me. In all my years I never thought a woman would love me as Feyre does, accept my flaws, hold me like this.

My nose buried in her hair, inhaling her scent, eyes caressing the smooth skin of her sides I whispered, “I just want to stay like this. Right here…with you.” She said nothing, only kissed my shoulder and tucked herself into me.

But the way she held me expressed more than words ever could.


Eventually, Feyre and I got dressed and headed down to the dining room.Upon arriving, Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren all placed a fist to their hearts and bowed in reverence.

“Like I’ve said, the bowing really isn’t necessary,” Feyre said. There was no malice in her words, and a playful smile graced those sinful lips of hers.

“Feyre, we never thought Rhys would ever bring a girl home, let alone one that would be his mate and the first High Lady in history. So I think I speak for us all when I say that it is an honor to serve you,” Amren said.

“Thanks, Amren,” I murmured. She only winked before they all rose. We all took our seats around the table, Mor grinning wildly as she said, “I never thought I’d see that seat occupied again.” I knew the rest of them were having similar thoughts.

Her eyes shining with tears, Feyre responded, “I never thought I’d see you all again. Let alone here, sitting at this table. But we have important matters to discuss before…Before I leave again,” she swallowed, and I felt as if the words were like hands around my throat as well. “A lot has happened since the last time we all saw each other. And I think it’s imperative that I share what I’ve learned during my time in the Spring Court.” A smile lifted the corners of my lips. She sounded like a warrior, like a High Lady ready to defend her court.

Cassian only offered a cocky grin before gesturing around the table. “We’re all ears, Feyre.”

I was just a mission- pt. 2

(A/N): I think I actually like this one

Request: CAN YOU PKEASE DO A PART 2 OF ‘I was just a mission’ PLEASE I BEG YOU, I NEED A SECOND PART it was so great I loved it

Warnings: injury, angst?, swearing

Read the first part: X

Originally posted by mayawolf

   Clint sighed as he took another sip from his now freezing coffee. He was so tired not even the cold beverage could rid the exhaustion from his bones. He’d been up all night, scouting out a mission site while his partner went off and did their thing, retrieved information, whatever it is that they did. They got the fun job, all Clint had to do was sit in some crumbling building on an ice cooler, drink coffee, and search for signs of danger (which there wasn’t). He’d been in the same spot for over 12 hours, his back ached, his neck was killing him, his ass had gone numb, and he had to pee so fucking bad. 

   Over an hour ago his partner was supposed to return but they hadn’t. Clint knew he should have been concerned but his partner always had been a bit of a slacker, it want unlike them to show up for a job late that’s why Clint ignored the time which ended up being his fatal mistake.

   He’d been waiting for two and a half hours, at this point it was more than problematic that his partner still hadn’t returned. He knew he should have gotten up, retrieved his bow and hunted them down but he had been given direct orders to stay at his post unless danger arose, and technically a partner not showing up for hours wasn’t entirely “dangerous”. So Clint remained, his eyes heavy with lack of sleep as he waited for his partner to return.

   Clint had just been on the verge of slip, just floating between reality and dreamland when a sudden scream pierced the air. Clint nearly flailed off the ice box, immediately jolting up as he looked out the small window he’d been spying through for hours. His eyes scanned the dirt ground, immediately stopping on a figure. It was his partner- no doubt about that- but a very mangled, bloodied version of his partner. 

   "Fuckin’ Shit,“ Clint mutters as he grabs his now and quiver, quickly strapping them to his body as he bounded down the stairs. "What the hell happened to you?” Clint asks as he pulls his partner into the building, immediately pushing them onto the floor and out of sight. 

   "Enemies,“ They pant, wincing in pain as they do. "Enemies all over the place. I tried to take them but I couldn’t-” Clint nods as he inspects all of their wounds. They were worse for wear but Clint could deal with it once they got back to home base. For now he had to get them to the quinjet and get them the hell out of there.

   Clint gently walked in the streets, bow and arrows at the ready in case anyone decided to attack. His partner clung to him like a koala, too scared to leave his side. Clint knew it was dangerous to be out in the open but it was their only shot at getting home safely-

    “Clint, what’s that red light?” His partner asks, pointing a shaking hand at a building across the street. 

   "Aw, you’ve got to be shitting me-“ But Clint never got to finish his sentence. The building across the street exploded, sending chunks of brick, dirt, glass, an even metal all over the street. The blast was strong enough that it blew Clint backwards, causing him to smack his head against a jagged rock. The last thing he remembered seeing was the now ash filled sky, it was so black that when he ended up slipping away he didn’t even realize that he had passed out.

   Bright lights shined over head, something was wrapped around his head and ribs, and numerous cords hung from different body parts. Clint had been in enough hospitals in his day to know that he was in the special victims unit. 

  Clint groaned- or at least he thought he had- He hadn’t heard himself so he didn’t know if he had groaned. He could feel his throat moving and yet there was no sound to be heard. Clint’s eyes widened in surprise as he reached up to his throat, feeling along it for an abnormalities but there was nothing, he was fine. Clint tried again, and again, and again, until he was sure he was screaming at the top of his lungs. Immediately hospital staff came clambering into the room alongside some familiar faces. Fury was the first face he saw, then Nat’s, Kate’s, even Bobbi’s, but the last face to enter the room truly shook his core. It was (Y/N), the (Y/N) he had left behind all those months ago. The same (Y/N) that haunted his every thought. The same (Y/N) that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since the day he walked out their door.

   ”(Y/N)?“ Clint thought he had said the words but they didn’t come out, he couldn’t hear himself yet again. ”(Y/N), what’s wrong?“ (Y/N) didn’t waste a single moment rushing to his side, holding him as gently as they could. It felt good to be back in their embrace, after being deprived of it for so long Clint hadn’t realized how much he needed it.

   Wordlessly Fury looked over to Nat who was holding a whiteboard, she immediately took his hint and began to write on the board.

   "Mission went awry, your partner’s dead, you’ve broken a good number of ribs, and the explosion was so defeaning you can no longer hear. Sorry we had to break it to you this way,” Clint’s eye scanned over the board, his heart aching with each word.

   "No-“ Clint croaked, tears burning at his eyes. "No, god no,” Everyone in the room looked at each other in concern, all sharing the same thoughts. “Please no,” Clint begged, nearly sobbing against (Y/N)'a chest. They immediately pulled away, sitting down beside Clint so that they were face to face. (Y/N) raised their hands and began making smooth, flowing motions. It didnt take long for Clint to connect what they were doing; signing to him. 

  Years ago shield taught all their agents sign language; it had been a while but if Clint concentrated enough he could dechiper what (Y/N) was saying. 

   'You’re going to hurt yourself more if you cry’ Well. It was short and sweet. Great. 

   'I busted my ass trying to save them, I told them they were going to be okay, they were going to meet up with their sister on Friday. They can’t be dead.’ (Y/N) reaches out with one hand to gently wipe Clint’s tears away, using the pad of their thumb to do so.

   'You can’t save everyone Clint, you’re lucky you got out of there alive,' 

  'Yeah. Lucky.’ (Y/N) smiles at him sadly, running their thumb along his jaw, down to the slight scruff he’d been sporting for the last couple of weeks. 

   'Nat forgot to mention this but you also have a concussion. You hit the ground pretty hard during the explosion.' 

   'Yeah, I figured given how dizzy I am.' 

   'I can recline the bed for you. Maybe sleeping would help you too?’

   'I can’t sleep,’ Clint shakes his head, sighing a bit. 'Not with everything that’s happening.' 

    'Close your eyes then, allow yourself a little rest.’

    'I haven’t gotten any rest since the day I left you…’ (Y/N)’s signing falters, their chest rises and falls shakily and Clint can see the emotion cloud their features. 

  'Me neither.’

   'Maybe you could stay with me for now? Just until I get better?’ (Y/N) smiles softly and they end up nodding, making Clint feel happier than he had in a long time. 

  Wordlessly (Y/N) curls into Clint’s side, being mindful of his many broken ribs. Clint wraps an arm around their shoulders, nuzzling his bandages nose into their hair. Even if Clint could never be with (Y/N) agains at least he had this for now, this close intimacy. And if he just closed his eyes he could almost pretend that nothing had happened between the two at all, that he was still in (Y/N)’s warm bed with then curled up by his side, snoring softly… 

   Clint blinked up at the ceiling tiredly, a small smile on his lips as he does. He winces a bit as he turns over, still recovering from his broken ribs. The sunlight streamed in from (Y/N)’s windows, illuminating their face beautifully. 

  Clint can’t help it when he reaches out, brushing his fingers along their lips softly. God, he loved their lips more than anything in this world, probably more than coffee if he thought about it. 

  “Clint,” (Y/N) says (he’d gotten particularly good at lip reading over the last few months). “That tickles,” Clint smirks as he continues his actions, causing (Y/N) to giggle a bit. Even though he couldn’t hear it he knew it was beautiful, he could tell by the way their eyes scrunched close, how their lips curled up perfectly, it was beautiful. 

  Clint smiles as he presses his lips to (Y/N)’s cupping their cheeks in his hands as he does. It felt so good to kiss them again, to wake up to them every morning, to tell then how much he loved them.

  Clint eventually breaks away to smiles at them, to look at them so lovingly and tenderly they almost forgot how he had wronged them but when he whispered the words; “I love you,” in a croaky, soft voice (Y/N) forgot right away.

Fight (Ethan)

request: (from jennim17) Ethan and I get in a fight.

a/n: so i didn’t know if you wanted the fight resolved or not in the imagine so i left it unresolved but if you want a part 2 where they make up i can do that xxx


word count: 659

I could hear my phone ringing from the other room. 

“E, can you grab my phone.” I called out to him. He didn’t respond, instead he just walked into the room with a sour look on his face and tossed my phone on to the couch I was sitting on. “Thanks.” I mumbled, wondering why he was being so rude. I looked down at the screen and was hit with realization. My ex was calling, I was still good friends with my ex we left things on good terms but Ethan did not like that we still talked to each other. I understood where he was coming from but he was no threat and sometimes Ethan was so ridiculously jealous. “Hey.” I said into the phone, I watched Ethan walk into the bedroom.

“Hey, y/n how are you?” he asked me. I pondered on that question. How was I?

“Uhhh I’m okay, how are you?” I replied. I could hear shuffling coming from the bedroom.

“Well actually I was hoping you could help me with something,” he started just as Ethan walked out of the bedroom, making swift tracks to the front door. I had to stop him I didn’t want him to leave with the tension between us so thick.

“Hang on, look I really want to help you out and be a good friend but there is something I have to do right now. Bye, I’m sorry” I said frantically and hung up the phone. Ethan was about to leave.

“Ethan wait!” I yelled as I ran over to the door in attempt to stop him. I could tell he was angry, he was clenching his jaw and wouldn’t even look at me. Ethan was scary when he was angry, I knew he would never hurt me but regardless every move he made makes me flinch. 

“Y/n I din’t want to do this right now.” he said, barely opening his mouth to annunciate. He was seconds from exploding with rage.

“We have to do this right now, your not leaving until we have sorted this.” I was a big believer in ‘you should never go to bed on an argument’. I stood in front of the door, “and I know you wouldn’t dare hurt me, so if I stand here you can’t leave.” I said, crossing my arms. I thought that playing the sarcastic card would soften him a bit but he didn’t budge.

“Fucking hell y/n” Ethan yelled as he kicked a pot that was on the floor, it smashed and chunks of glass were all over the floor. 

“That was uncalled for.” I muttered. He spun around to face me.

“I think when your girlfriend is best friends with a guy who used to fuck her nothing is ‘uncalled for’” He spat at me. I rolled my eyes.

“We are not best friends, we talk once a month, if that. He has never tried anything on with me, I never actually hang out with him anyway. AND he has a new girlfriend! There is no reason for you to be such a jealous asshole all the time.” I spat back at him. 

“Fuck you y/n, you don’t understand me at all. Do you know how hard it is for me to see you talking to people you used to be with. I could never be friends with my exes.” he replied, he was really hurting me but I contained myself.

“We are just different in that sense.” I said softly, looking down at the floor.

“Too different.” he mumbled back. I looked up at him, he didn’t look angry anymore, he looked broken. ‘Please don’t let this be the end’, I thought to myself. He walked past me and opened the door. I didn’t bother trying to stop him this time. I knew if we kept arguing it would ruin any chance of this being resolved. I heard him open and close the door. He was gone, hopefully not forever.

Skype Call

This is just a silly little thing I came up with months ago. I forgot it existed actually until I saw it in the notes on my iPad. Thought it would be nice to share this after the response to ‘It All Ends With Him’. I’m not sorry for making you all cry

“It’s been so long since we’ve played together, just us,” Jack stated as he closed his recording software.
“I know. This has been long overdue,” Mark was doing the same thing as he looked up as the camera, “how are you anyway?”
“Energetic as always,” Jack grinned as he looked to the screen to see Mark looking at him, “you?”
The two skyped for about an hour after they’d finished their recording, talking like best friends do. It had been over a year since Jack and Mark had seen each other in person and they were trying to plan when one could visit the other. Mark insisted that Jack came back to LA since there was more to do there and they could meet up with some other friends, and Jack couldn’t say no to that.
“Sorry Merk, but I’m going to have to go. I need my 3 minutes of sleep,” Jack chuckled, his Irish accent much stronger when he’s tired.
“Good night then. Message me tomorrow if you fancy joining me, Bob and Wade for some Uno.”

Jack thought he had ended the call when he walked away, and Mark had long since left the room when a strange figure started to manifest where he had been stood. It looked around, seemingly frustrated because Mark didn’t have a chair, so it went to retrieve one and sat in front of the camera, it’s features becoming clearer.
“Hello, Anti,” Dark smiled, looking directly into the camera.
The room around Dark had faded to grey, like he was absorbing the colour. Everything had a faded red outline, which flashed light blue on occasion.
“DARK!” A faint Irish voice could be heard from another room, followed by a few crashes and a lot of static.
“Anti? Are you ok?” Dark tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

Dark was staring at the Skype call when Anti stumbled into the room, his body covered in blood and his eyes closed in pain.
“What did you do this time?” Dark face palmed, shaking his head.
“Jack was asleep and I couldn’t get out. When I did, I may have crashed into a glass cabinet,” he pulled a chunk of glass out of his arm, wincing “and yeah I did wake Jack so don’t expect me to be here too long.”
“You are such an idiot,” Dark chuckled deeply, “but that’s why I love you.”
“Awww you love me Darki,” Anti wiggled his eyebrows and tried to pull a seductive face, which didn’t work since the muscle movement made him jump back in pain and swear quietly.
“You know I mean platonically, you glitchy piece of trash.”
Anti laughed, causing the camera to freeze, stutter and glitch. His voice wasn’t stable and his physical body twitched.
“Calm down! You’re going to hurt yourself even more. Can’t you control yourself?” Dark’s tone had a hint of worry in it.
“Relax, I’m fine. Jack will sort me out…”

Anti’s eyes shot down. He bit his lip and looked at his hands, then raised them to permanent slice across his neck.
“He does a lot for me you know.”
His expression was the saddest Dark had ever seen, and his blue eye twitched. Anti felt guilty for being such a pain to Jack most of the time, despite how helpful and caring Jack always was towards him. In the background, barely audible because of the static Anti was causing, Jack’s voice could be heard calling for his demonic double.
“Take care of yourself. I’m always here whenever they play a game if you ever want to add a remark that only I would understand or something. I do miss you.”
“I miss you too, ya big goof!” Anti went to laugh again as Jack barged into his recording room.

Anti’s eyes darted back to the screen as Dark waved.
“Good luck,” his voice echoed as he disappeared, the call disconnecting.
“I wanted to talk to my friend too,” Anti huffed, crossing this arms and immediately uncrossing them as he pushed a small shard of glass further into his arm.
“Let’s get you sorted and back under control so we can both sleep, and then I’m going to have to clean things up before Signe comes home.”
“Oh yeah, you have a girlfriend… who’ll be back tomorrow?”
“Yes Anti, now go sit on the couch.”


Whether you need some liquid courage for the night, something refreshing to quench your palate, or something comforting to warm your heat, Turkey has got you covered on drinks. Here’s a list of beverages you can find in Turkey. 

Yeni rakı is the top rakı brand in Turkey. Turks consume an average of 1.5 litres of rakı per capita per year. 

  • Rakı: As one of the top choice alcohols in Turkey rakı can be seen everywhere. This aniseed based drink generally has a 40-45% alcohol level. Similar drinks are popular in the Balkans, and to a lesser extent Iran and other Turkic countries. Rakı is so popular in fact, it is considered the national drink in Turkey.  Rakı turns white when water is added. Due to this it has gained the colloquial title of “aslan sütü” or “lion’s milk”. In Turkish culture lions are seen as symbols of bravery and courage, hence implying it is a drink for strong men - it is popular among all types of people however. It is a popular pairing with fish and red meat dishes.  

Ayran is best served frothy. 

  • Ayran: Ayran is yogurt drink mixed with salt and cold water. It is usually paired with grilled meat dishes. Nomadic Turks have consumed ayran since before 1000 A.D. and some theorize that Göktürks had invented it when trying to improve the taste of bitter yogurt. Similar drinks are popular in Western, Central, and South Asia. 

Turkish coffee in a typical coffee cup with a side of lokum (Turkish delights). 

  • Türk Kahvesi: Sometimes confused as being a type of coffee bean, Turkish coffee is actually a method of preparing coffee. Roasted coffee is ground into a fine powder then simmered with water in a pot (cezve). The grounds are left in the coffee. A good cup of coffee should have a thick layer of foam on top. The coffee is typically served with biscuits or sweets and a glass of water. Turkish coffee is popular across the Middle East, the Balkans, and other parts of Europe. Turkish coffee has an interesting role in Turkish culture. At one point it was so popular in the Ottoman Empire that it left a mark on Turkish vocabulary. Breakfast is referred to as kahvaltı meaning under or before coffee. The colour brown is kahverengi meaning coffee colour. When a suitor visits a girl’s home with his family, the girl serves everyone Turkish coffee but puts salt in the potential groom’s drink. If he drinks it easily it is suppose to be a sign of his good temper. Kahve falı (tasseography) is also popular in Turkey. People read your fortune by interpreting the coffee grounds left at the bottom of your cup after you turn your cup upside down on a saucer. Most people do not take the fortune seriously but treat it as a fun tradition. 

A tray of black tea served in typical tulip shaped glasses on the shores of Üsküdar with Kız Kulesi (Maiden’s Tower) atop the Bosphorus in the background. 

  • Çay: Çay is by far the most popular drink in Turkey. Turks drinks tea so much and so often that they actually boast the highest average consumption of tea per capital in the world. I’ve made a previous post about tea in Turkey that goes more in-depth, you can read it by clicking here. Below are some of the more common types of tea found in Turkey.
    • Black Tea: At every corner you’ll hear people clinking their spoons against the rim of tulip shaped glasses as they mix some sugar into their black tea. Black tea is the most common type of tea in Turkey. Much of the tea is sourced from Rize, a lush green province on the eastern coast of the Black Sea. 
    • Nane Limon: A common herbal remedy, mint lemon tea is usually drunk to relieve stomach ailments, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, headaches, and to lower stress. 
    • Ada Çayı: Another popular herbal tea, sage tea is drunk to relieve upset stomachs, relax muscles, relieve sore throats and other cold/flu symptoms, and even reduce menopausal symptoms. 
    • Elma Çayı: Sometimes apple tea is thought to be the most popular Turkish tea by foreigners. This misconception stems from the fact that apple tea is typically served to guests and foreigners in tourist areas because of its sweet taste. It is not an everyday beverage for most Turks. 

A warm cup of salep garnished with cinnamon and coco. 

  • Salep: Salep is a thick warm beverage made from orchid root flour, sugar, milk, and cinnamon. It is commonly consumed in fall and winter. Salep and similar drinks can be found in many former Ottoman territories. 

Glasses of boza waiting to be served. 

  • Boza: Boza is a thick drink made from fermented wheat topped with cinnamon and roasted chickpeas. Boza was traditionally a fall/winter drink because it had to be kept cool in order to prevent spoling; however, with the invention of refrigeration it is now available year-round. The drink is believed to have originated from nomadic Turkic peoples in Central Asia as early as the 6th century B.C. 

A glass of  şalgam among a table of food at a restaurant in Istanbul.

  • Şalgam: This sour drink is made from turnips (şalgam), pickled red carrots, salt, spices, and fermented wheat. It is commonly served along side rakı. Şalgam is sometimes used as a hangover cure. Adana touts itself as the home of şalgam. 

A chef pours gravy on top of a plate of iskender kebap served with a bottle of Şıra (top left corner) at a restaurant in Kadıköy.

  • Şıra: Şıra is a highly sweet non-alchoholic fermented grape drink. It is usually served with iskender kebap, a specialty of Bursa.  

After an advertising ban on alcohol in 2013, Efes put out these ads as a way around the law.  The picture on the left reads “Görmesek de biliriz.” meaning “Even if we don’t see, we know.” The one of the right reads “Ne bu şişe?” meaning “What is this bottle?”. The company wanted to show that they could still generate sales because of how iconic the Efes beer brand and its bottle shape is in Turkey. 

  • Bira: You can’t talk about drinks in Turkey without talking about beer. Beer is the most consumed alcohol in Turkey, accounting for 63% of all alcohol consumption. The largest beer company in Turkey is Efes Pilsen, dominating over 80% of the market. Since the AKP took to office, the government has attempted to lower alcohol consumption by levying heavier taxes, restricting sales, censoring advertisement, and imposing partial drinking bans (by area). However, consumption hasn’t been affected much by the policies and is generally on a slow trend upward. 

Red wine is poured into a glass looking out at the hot air balloons and beautiful rock formation in Cappedocia. The area is one of the largest wine producing regions in the country and historically had some wine production when Christians used to live in Central Anatolia.

  • Şarap: Anatolia has a long history of wine production and is thought to be one of the oldest wine producing regions of the world dating back 7000 years. Even when Islam was introduced into Anatolia, the tradition continued not just among the Christian communities (for whom it was permitted) but among Muslims despite attempted bans. At one point even the Hanafi school of thought, the leading basis for Islamic law in the Ottoman Empire, allowed for the consumption of alcohol. Hanafis later changed their position on this subject disapproving it. Red wine is the most common wine in Turkey. Alcohol consumption varies in Turkey. The Marmara and Aegean region boast the highest percentage with 20% and 18.8% of people consuming it respectively, with South Eastern Anatolia having the lowest at 4.7%. Overall consumption across the country stand at about 17%. 

Some of the most popular brands of sparkling mineral water in Turkey. 

  • Soda: The word soda in Turkish is often used to describe sparkling water. This might seem like a mundane beverage to put on this list, but it is commonly ordered off of menus at restaurants and bought from grocery stores as it is thought to help digestion. Though we have Perrier and San Pellegrino in North America, these are marketed as luxury sparkling waters and are not as widely consumed compared to Turkey’s demand for sparkling water.  

A man gets ready to eat balık ekmek (fish sandwich) with a side of turşu suyu.

  • Turşu suyu: Similar to şalgam, turşu suyu (pickled vegetable juice) is a sour beverage made from pickled vegetables ranging from beets, carrots, cabbage, cucumbers, onion, peppers, garlic, etc. all placed in chunks in a glass of pickle brine. Also like şalgam, it is sometimes considered a hangover cure. Turşu suyu is typically drunk with fish. 

A cold glass of cherry juice ready to drink on a hot summer day. 

  • Vişne Nektarı: It may seem odd to feature a fruit juice but I wanted to put this one of the list because it’s rarely found in North America, cherry juice. Vişne is sour cherry, and this juice is particularly popular in the west coast of Turkey and in Afyon which is known in the country for its cherry production. 

Glasses of lohusa Şerbeti being prepared to serve up at a baby shower welcoming a new born a few weeks after birth. 

  • Lohusa Şerbeti: Lohusa Şerbeti is as sweet spiced drink. Traditionally it is drunk by new mothers before birth in order to increase milk production. It is also served to guests at baby showers which, in Turkey, take place after the baby is born. 
Playing House

Author: Mikala

Characters: Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Maybe like one swear word?

Author’s Note: This was also supposed to be a drabble… I am known for going above and beyond. The prompt was “I needed someone… And you were the only one I thought of.” I made up a cousin/family members for Clint. As always in my fics, Clint’s wife and kids do not exist in this.

Read “Making It Home (Playing House: Part 2)” here!

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

Makeup scrubbed off, freshly showered, hair pulled up, pajamas on. Your bed was calling your name, and as far as you were concerned, nothing was going to pull you away from it. You had just laid down, pulled the covers over your body, and found a comfortable position when you heard your cell phone’s text alert sound go off. You groaned, tempted to ignore it, but it went off twice more almost immediately afterwards. You figured that if it was an emergency, whoever it was would have called you rather than texted… But then again, who would text you three times in a row when it was almost midnight? Your curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself rolling over to grab your phone from your nightstand. You smiled when you saw the messages were from “Merida.” You had a fierce love for all things Disney, and maybe a little crush on a certain archer friend of yours, so that was what Clint’s number was saved as in your contacts. You quickly scrolled through his most recent texts to you.


Ok well… It’s not really an emergency but I would appreciate your help –Clint

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