did you have any in mind

anonymous asked:

Any theories as to why Tony sounded kinda pissed off in the interview? Maybe its just me, but it sounded like he wanted to speak his mind for real and tell them how idiotic shonda is.

Seems like you have the explanation already 😀 I can’t believe he is happy with the direction of the show, what his character is doing and what they did to Olivia. So why would he not sound pissed off?

anonymous asked:

have yall ever done some sort of movie theme? or like... popular book theme?

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Pidge: at Lance’s request we did a How to train your dragon week. We had these little toy puppet dragons and some fake weapons. It was pretty fun!

Shiro: Keith liked it a lot.

A.N. well I’m back. Unofficially. But yeah… starting to tear into the 100 FREAKING QUESTIONS. I love them all. Keep in mind that if you asked me something I’m answering them in order so I’m sorry about any late things.

THIS was an excuse to draw @parfaitperi ‘s HTTYD AU. which I love. It was a fun warm up as I get back into working.

he was a king.

this was the year he was going to die.

may or may not have spent my entire sunday finding obscure indie movies to steal clips from to make this video. idk, you can’t prove anything. 

Star's Beautiful Mind
Brian H. Kim
Star's Beautiful Mind

From Star vs. the Forces of Evil - Mathmagic.

Most abstract episode to date gets most abstract music to date.

One of the tricky things with this episode was emphasizing the time loop aspect, because the first time I watched it without any SFX or music, I felt a bit rudderless. So the first thing I did was make a really distinctive sting to signify the start (or acknowledgement) of a new loop. So that’s that super compressed woodblock / string pluck thing you hear at the beginning of the cue.

Most of the other sounds are loop based, again sticking with the idea of time loops. Even the random-sounding ones have a filter and up/down note pattern set to a loop, but then I modulate the root keys for variety. If that makes any sense.

STAY IN SCHOOL KIDS

anonymous asked:

[1/?] Form vs. function - why not both? “Human Rosa, we’ve reviewed your designs for the new ship. We just have a few questions.” “Right. I’m sure you wanna know about the engine design — but I promise you the math checks out.” “No, we’ve checked the math; it’s very good. But Section 45GHJ1: why does some of it curve and taper? If it did not, you could get 20% more space for crew quarters and storage."

[2/?] “Aerodynamics?” “Aero— Human Rosa, this ship will not be entering or exiting any planetary atmospheres. It’s a space ship.” “Well, yeah, I guess if you wanna go for the Borg Cube vibe, sure.” “Borg Cube?” “Never mind. But this just looks better. Trust me, way more badass.” “Right. Thank you, Human Rosa. We will let you know our decision at a later date.”

[3/3] “At least this design didn’t have flames on it like Human Bobby’s did.” “Flames, sir? Physics notwithstanding, why flames?” “Not real ones. Apparently Human Bobby wanted to paint a representation of them on the hull. Said they would ‘look cool.’” “Cool, sir? Doesn’t that mean, in human temperature descriptors—" “Yes, I know. I’m as baffled as you are.”

This is really interesting because it’s pretty accurate–a lot of things we build have to balance form and function, because it we think it’s super ugly, we often don’t want to use it as much. If we have to, of course we can survive with only functional things. But given the chance, we want things that are visually/aesthetically pleasing in some way.

Humans like art, and we like to feel that our space is personalized in some way. I have my own office at work and have done very little decorating, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it actually looks less professional than my coworkers’ because there is little personalization and you don’t see much of my personality even though the space is fully functional.

Or look at book covers (which I do, a lot). Design trends change: when I was going through a ton of donations, I started playing a game called “what year was this published?” and I was often within about 5 years just based on the cover design. With fiction books especially, we often rely on the cover to attract us and communicate information. There are definite differences between the cover of a somewhat realistic story about two people falling in love, and the cover of a book about a half-dragon girl caught in political intrigue. Nonfiction books are even trickier–I see a lot of books that have very interesting descriptions but are have little to draw attention; gray-toned covers with stark white fonts look dry and unappealing.

You know, finding self worth is empowering but more surprisingly, it’s calming to finally find balance with the mind, soul and body. I’ve loved to please, or I thought I did. I’ve always had the need to be liked by others; gain their approval. I think that stems from the underlining insecurity of needing someone to want me when I didn’t want myself. Learning self worth doesn’t mean telling others how great you are.. it doesn’t mean there is nothing left to improve on. It means you acknowledge what you have to give, what you deserve & value yourself enough to know that any growth that you choose, should start from a place of love for yourself, not an expectation or doubt instilled from another. You are so much more than this body, all the illness, weight and differences that burden us to feel inferior. You are a whole person on your own. You are more than your past, more than those judgmental eyes that so desperately needed to acknowledge that someone else has flaws to fixate on because looking at themselves would be too hard. You’re more than that exam that made you question your intellect, more than that person who didn’t value the authentic love you had to give, more than the secrets that haunt your quiet Thursday night… Learning self worth is something you have to keep learning. You keep learning about who you are as you change. I’ve always questioned people who have said “you can’t love someone until you love yourself”. I know that I’ve always strongly loved parts of myself, regardless of the acceptance imbalance for myself physically. I think loving someone deeply, regardless of the love returned, made me feel more whole. So, I really don’t know if I agree with people who don’t think I can really love someone without loving myself… but I can say that in learning to really love myself, I have more love to give others. In learning to listen to what I need, I can better listen and hear others. When I found self worth, I stopped looking for someone to love my flaws because I had already made my peace with them.

I went to Princeton University which is super cool and all but instead of taking classes me and the other like 30 people who got accepted had to do these Deadly Mind Games™ where we had to solve puzzles and the like and if we failed we DIED. Then at the end me and the others who passed were in this like beautiful patio and the host guy was like “depending on how well you did in the trials you guys got your degrees! You don’t actually have to take any classes. That’s just what everyone thinks. But the only reason you guys came here was for the degree anyway so there ya go.”

I got a PhD but idk if i want to play an elite university’s death games again :/

Y'know

There isn’t ANY doubt in my mind that Tsukishima’s parents ADORE Yamaguchi and that the same applies for Tsukishima regarding Yama’s parents

Tsukishima did not have friends before Yamaguchi. So when their salty, anti-social lil brat came home with the most adorable little freckle boy, they were probably ecstatic. “WE THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T HAVE FRIENDS!” They’d exclaim, embarrassing Tsukishima as they gush over Yamaguchi. They’re sooo happy that their son has a friend! And a cute innocent friend at that, who adooooores Tsukishima.

So when I read stuff where Tsuk’s parents don’t like Yama because he’s poor or something, I get so put off. Like, nah, they probably offer to buy stuff for Yama all the time because they are so thankful to him for being Tsukishima’s friend?? And he only turns them down out of politeness and because he doesn’t want to feel like a charity case.

And then with Yamaguchi, he was like, bullied? And then suddenly he stops coming home with scratches and bruises and tear stained cheeks and starts coming home gushing about how amazing his new friend is!! Tsukki this, Tsukki that. And it’s infectious. They’re (I actually hc Yama as only having a mom but for this post I’ll presume a mom and a dad) so glad their son has a friend now and is safe and happy and has someone to look up to!! When they finally meet him they’re literally the sweetest people. Yama’s mom indulges his sweet tooth all the time.

And Tsukishima is a totally different person near Yama’s parents because it. Can’t besmirch the image they have of him.

And basically both of their families are second families to each other, same with homes, and they don’t even have to knock at this point.

And their parent’s probably became friends as a result too.

Get personal! Ask my Muse incredibly personal questions!
  1. How well do you take care of your teeth?
  2. What turns you on?
  3. What turns you off?
  4. What’s your sexuality?
  5. What’s in your pants?
  6. Ever had surgery, if so, why?
  7. Ever done drugs, if so, what’s your drug history?
  8. What’s one thing you regret doing to someone else?
  9. Have any fetishes?
  10. How’s the parental relationship?
  11. How well do you take care of yourself?
  12. What’s a past pet you had, if any?
  13. What’s a guilty pleasure?
  14. Uncommon opinion?
  15. Ever assaulted someone, and if so, why?
  16. Last person you said I Love You too?
  17. Last person you hugged?
  18. What’s a grudge you’re holding?
  19. Have you ever kissed someone?
  20. Have you ever French kissed someone?
  21. First lover?
  22. Are you in love/in a relationship right now?
  23. Who’s one friend you wouldn’t mind sleeping with?
  24. Are you a virgin?
  25. Who did you lose your virginity too?

have you ever wanted to use a certain screenshot in an edit, but the lighting was just Not Working For You™? ever wondered how to fix it? i know i did :/

so lemme just blow your minds.

things you need:

  • any version photoshop (anything cs or above, pretty much)
  • your transparent image you want to change the lighting of
  • various different images of the SAME person in the previous image with the right lighting
  • patience

instructions under the cut!

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I Wish

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 1026
Requested by Anonymous: Can I please get a Dean x Reader one shot where she’s dating another hunter and he’s upset because he’s in love with her and she has no idea then one day she’s broken up with her boyfriend and returns to the bunker to overhear Dean singing Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield sadly with his headphone’s on and singing her ex’s name instead of Jessie and she realises?  

and requested by @greasymop: I have a quick request, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but could you do a supernatural fic based on Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield, with any character you want, i don’t mind:). But seriously, i love your writing and it’d be awesome if you did that. You’re amazing! 



Dean’s Point Of View 

           She was my best friend. Had been for years. And he was more of an acquaintance, but for the most part Sam and I trusted him. And if he made her happy, that’s what mattered. At least that’s what I told myself.

           Y/N and Ryan walked through the bunker and into the kitchen where I was sitting, “Hey, Dean,” Y/N smiled at me.

           “Hey,” I looked up at her. She was beautiful. I had known she was beautiful since I met her. And I was kicking myself for not making a move before someone else swooped in. But I couldn’t blame Ryan. He was a lucky man.

           “Ryan and I have a hunt. Not sure how long it’ll be,” she said, “You and Sam good?” she asked.

           I nodded, “We’re good. You guys be careful. If you need us, call,” I said. The four of us didn’t hunt together. Too many bodies bogged everything down. Sometimes Y/N would come with Sam and me, but the four of us never went on the same hunt.

           “We will,” Ryan said, “See ya in a few days.”

           “Be safe,” I said, mainly looking at Y/N.

           “We will.”

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Let Me Make You Feel Good (Joker x Reader)

So this one is a request from the lovely @markipliervsdarkiplier 

Request: “Hello, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write an imagine with an awkward girl working for the joker as his maid and he takes a liking to her and shows it but she’s very shy and awkward, I don’t mind smut if you’ll write it:)” 

I did my very best with it and I hope you guys like it. This is the first time I’ve really written smut so I really hope it’s good, if not then feel free to send me some advice and pointers! Sorry this one is a little longer than usual but once again, hope you guys like it! And just letting y’all know, requests are ALWAYS open so if you have any ideas or anything just let me know! 

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This job was not the one you had in mind when asking around for jobs. Somehow a friend had landed you a job with one of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham City. The Joker. Well known for his extravagant clubs, bank robbing, and his low profile business he ran. He was not one you wanted on your bad side. Although he terrified you to the bone the pay was good and he had never done anything to you. He helped you get by and that’s all you needed from a job. You were a maid or even a personal assistant of sorts. You essentially took care of his house, cleaned, cooked, did laundry, etc and basically did everything he asked you to and in return you complied to your silent agreement of never asking questions. This was not the scene you belonged in. You were rather innocent you supposed, never really dated, never gone out to a club except for when Joker needed you to, always preferred to just stay home and do nothing. The two of you were complete polar opposites.

“Y/N I need you to do something for me,” he spoke in a low voice.

“Anything Sir,” you immediately answered. It wasn’t as if you could say no, that would be a one-way ticket to a bullet hole through your skull.

He looked you up and down and handed you a dress. You lifted it and realized that there wasn’t much dress to it, more of like a long t-shirt of sorts. It was gold and sparkly, strapless, a beautiful dress if it were longer maybe.

“Go put this on. I’ve got something a bit more special for you to do tonight,” he spoke with a sinister look on his face.

“Oh sir, I don’t think this would look very good on me. Maybe I can just wear what I’m wearing?” You never begged but this was one of those moments where you deemed it necessary. You wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that. It’s just not you. You were comfortable in your skinny jeans and slightly revealing t-shirt. He shook his head and showed you his signature flashy grin.

“Oh hunny I wasn’t asking. Go put it on. Now,” he demanded.

“Well I just don’t think it suits me is there-”

“No Y/N there isn’t anyone else to do it. Go put it on before I lose my patience,” he interrupted. You nodded and moved to the back room to switch out of your clothes into this all too short dress. Once you had stepped into the tight dress you made your way back into his office.

“Alright sir. Can I ask why I’m wearing this?” you inquired.

“Ah yes. You see tonight I need you to come to the club with and help me with a certain problem I have,” he purred. You had only ever been to his club once or twice as it wasn’t really where he needed you. “There’s going to be a man there tonight and what I need you to do is to wear that dress, seduce the bastard and then bring him up to me.”

“Oh no sir I’m no good at that. I can organize papers or I can stay here for the night? I could clean up or maybe go pick something up for you? I’m not good at this. I can’t talk to men. I’m really sorry,” you babbled. He rolled his eyes and looked back at you.

“Do you really think I’m asking doll? Now come with me. You may be one of the best maids I’ve ever had but don’t think for one second that you aren’t replaceable,” he said with impatience. You were shaking, you hadn’t been this nervous in a while. You stared at your hands and shook your head.

“I don’t think I can do this…” Your voice was practically inaudible but somehow he had heard.

“Jesus Christ Y/N what is wrong with you? It’s not hard. Why are you being so difficult?” His voice was starting to get a little louder with each word.

“Well just this dress makes me look ginormous and I’ve never really talked to a guy very much other than well… you. I don’t have the confidence or the swag to convince a man to follow me. I’m just not that girl. He’d take one look at me and leave the damn club.” The words came out of your mouth faster than you had anticipated and by the time you were done he was staring at you in complete disbelief. He stalked towards you and you instinctively back away before colliding with the wall behind you. He had gotten so close that he now had you trapped between him and the wall.

“Y/N. You can’t be fucking serious right now. You look incredibly sexy and you’re a very attractive girl. Surely there are plenty of men itching for you out there,” he spoke quietly. “And lord knows I’d like to know what you can do with that sexy little body there baby doll.” You closed your eyes and looked down to focus on your feet. He tilted your chin up so you could look directly into his stormy blue eyes. “Mmm so how many men have gotten to see this beautiful body put to work hm? Five? Eight? Three?” He looked at you with a tilted head waiting for your response. After an awkward silence he finally understood what your silence meant. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” You nodded, absolutely itching to get out of this awkward conversation.

“Yes okay? I’m a virgin alright? The only thing I have ever done is kiss a guy and it was a mistake. I don’t have the balls to talk to that man. I can’t do it J.” He just stared at you, temporarily shocked at your sudden revelation. “Can I please go now? I would really like to just stay at home and take a bath or read a book. I’m barely cut out for this life J. I’m good at cooking and cleaning that’s about it. Please just let me stay,” you begged.

“We’re not going out tonight Y/N. You and me are going to have a night in to ourselves,” he said pushing himself completely against you. You had never said anything but you found this man sickeningly attractive. You knew the things he did, you knew how crazy he was but it didn’t matter to you. Not one bit. “You, my sweet little innocent Y/N, are one of the most exquisite creatures I have ever seen walk this earth, and I am going to show you just how you affect me.” His voice was low and predatory, almost as if you were an innocent gazelle at a watering hole and he was the hungry lion waiting for his prey.

“How about I make you something to eat and then I’ll just see you when you get back from the club?I’ll do some cleaning and whatnot?” You could sense just how nervous you were about this situation, you never really knew how to react to this powerful man before you, especially when he’s proclaiming his desire for you.

“Oh but see why would I want that when I can have you instead?” He tilted his head in an innocent manner as if what he said hadn’t affected you to the bone. You cheeks flushed a bright red and it elicited a wide grin from him. His hand brushed the side of your arm causing goosebumps to form on your soft skin. Just this simple contact made your head fall back slightly and your eyes flutter close. His hand traveled from your arms to lightly caress your ass and give a gentle squeeze. A small whimper fell from your parted lips. “Mmm does my little baby girl like that? Tell daddy how much you like when he touches you,” he urged.

“I like when daddy touches me.” You slightly nodded and leaned into him. This is so wrong, he’s my boss, what am I doing? You thought to yourself. He grabbed your ass a little harder this time drawing a soft moan from your full lips.

“My beautiful little flower, daddy’s gonna take such good care of you,” he purred in your ear. Realization sunk in of what was really happening. The Joker wants to take your virginity you thought to yourself.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to get ahead of myself like that. I’ll go get your laundry folded and a shirt ironed for tonight,” you rambled as you backed away from him. He leaned his head back as he dramatically rolled his eyes. You attempted to scurry away from the awkward encounter before he firmly grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him leaving little to no space.

“Princess what’s wrong? Don’t be scared baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel real good,” he whispered in your ear. His words sent a tremble through your body. This was a bad idea and you knew it but there was something so irresistible about him. “Just let go of everything baby. Relax and enjoy doll.” Deep down you knew he was right. You had spent all your life sheltered and innocent, away from the real world so now was times to let go of all that. This was a new life and it only made to bring along a new you.

“I’m nervous…” you muttered as you twiddled your thumbs. He lifted your chin so he could look at you in your Y/E eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a soft warm kiss to your lips. He pulled back to look at for reassurance. You nodded slightly and felt his lips crash against yours softly but slowly increasing pressure. His hands explored our body as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You moaned into his mouth as his hand reached your  breast. This was so foreign to you, you couldn’t help but tense as his hand slid down to your clothed centre. He sensed your nerves and pulled you in to his chest.

“Relax doll, it’ll be okay,” he murmured. This was the kindest you had ever seen him and you didn’t know what to think.”Let me make you feel good baby girl. Let daddy take care of you,” he said quietly. You nodded, giving him the go ahead to proceed. His hand made it’s way back down and started to apply slight pressure to your clit. It wasn’t like anything you had ever felt. It was amazing. Your eyes fluttered closed and he took this as a go ahead to reach inside your leggings and touch you more personally. The pit growing in your stomach made this all too real, it made you realize that all these years you had been missing out on these wonderful feelings. “Mmm you like that baby?” He didn’t have to ask, he knew by the look of sheer pleasure on your face. Little did you know, this was just the beginning.

He could feel your wetness through your thin panties and pushed them aside as he slid a single finger in your dripping core. You let out a quiet yelp at this foreign feeling. It was odd, but it was good, so, so good. He purred in your ear. He loved knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. He could barely hide his growing erection through his grey sweat pants. Your eyes widened as you looked down, noticing his erection through his pants. He was pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, curling his finger to hit your most sensitive area. You let out a louder moan than you had intended but the feeling of him was out of this world and this was only with his hands.

He pulled your hand and placed it over his hard cock, urging you to touch him. He guided your hand to lightly grip his length, your hand on him making him let out a loud groan.

“Baby do you want to do daddy a favor? You’ll like it doll, I promise,” he said to you. You nodded and he urged you on to your knees in front of him. “Alright princess. I want you to pull down my pants and boxers,” he encouraged, “that’s it princess, just like that baby. Alright baby girl, I want you to lick it a little bit,” he instructed. You gave the tip of his hard cock a small kitten lick, getting a taste for the new experience. He threw his head back and basically growled. “Mmm alright, now take a little bit in that pretty little mouth of yours.” You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. There was something strangely erotic about doing this for him, letting him control you. You could tell he was trying to go slow and gentle but it was proving to be very difficult. “More baby, take more,” he said through gritted teeth. You started to go down on his hard cock, taking him as far as you could without gagging. “Oh fuck baby girl, make daddy feel good.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you up and down his hard member.

You realized that at this moment you didn’t need to be scared of him. Yea, you were his maid and he had never hurt you before but this was so incredibly personal and he wanted to make it as special as he could. He started to pick up the pace making his cock hit the back of your throat. The feeling was uncomfortable as he was hitting the back of your throat. You gurgled and tapped his thighs hoping he would take the hint and stop assaulting your throat.

“I’m sorry baby, follow me,” he said to you as he took your hand. He grabbed your hand and kicked open the door to his lavish bedroom. Your face flushed at the realization of everything that was happening. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he instructed. You sat down on the comfortable bed and scooted to the edge, waiting for his next move. He slowly stalked towards you, a dangerously erotic look in his crystal blue eyes.

Once he reached you he kneeled down in front of you, sliding down your pants and panties with him. No one had ever seen you like this so the thought of what was about to happen scared you. You had never seen anything like this. Of course your old friends had mentioned it and had talked about their exciting sex lives, but you had never gotten to anything even close to this.

He leaned forward and reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. He took your hardened nipple in his warm mouth, swirling his tongue, igniting your sensitive bud. He moved on to the next one before planting wet kisses down your stomach and then reaching his final destination. You took a deep breath in, trying to relax a little bit.

He flicked his tongue on your clit and it sent a shiver down your spine. He thrived off your reaction to him and proceeded to assault your clit with his tongue, licking and sucking the sensitive nub. You could feel pressure building in you as if you were about to explode. You couldn’t control your screams and moans of pleasure and he loved it.

“Oh god, daddy please!” you begged. He let out an animalistic growl at the use of his nickname which only encouraged him to make you cum quicker. He plunged two fingers into your dripping pussy and it immediately sent you over the edge. The way his tongue felt on your clit, the way his fingers curled to give you the best experience possible, the feeling was out of this world.

“God princess, you taste so good holy fuck. Daddy was hungry,” he said with a wink. You looked down and noticed how painfully hard he was and you felt bad. You wanted to please him as much as he had pleased you.

“Fuck me.” Those two words changed everything. He stood up and lined his hard cock up at your entrance. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You heart rate was up by a million but it could also be the amazing orgasm you had just experienced. You were definitely nervous but you knew you were in the right hands.

Without another word he stretched your pussy, going slow and making sure not to hurt you. He let out a loud moan at the feel of your tight walls around him. It hurt. God it hurt so much, you had never had anything like this before. You winced and gritted your teeth together to distract you from the sensation down below. He stayed still for a moment reveling in the feel of your pussy.

“Can I move darling? This is killing me,” he said huskily. You nodded and scrunched your eyes together. He noticed your uncomfort and placed a sloppy wet kiss on your forehead and interlocked your fingers with his. He pulled out before pushing back in again, his cock hitting you in places you didn’t even know existed. A few minutes of slight pain and discomfort then turned in to immense pleasure as he pounded your tight pussy and rubbed your clit. The all too familiar burn in your stomach returned and you knew that you were close to cumming again.

“Oh god yes please keep going, I’m so close,” you begged. He grinned showing his silver teeth, the sinister look turning you on even more than before.

“Daddy’s making you feel so good right princess? Gonna cum for daddy?” Everything that came out of this man’s mouth just brought you closer and closer to the release you needed. His laboured breath and powerful thrusts proved to you that he was close too. He exhaled heavily with every thrust. You were so overwhelmed with sensation that the only way you could think to release that tension was to drag your nails down his firm muscled back, this only drove him crazier than before causing him to thrust deep with every stroke.

“I’m so close, oh god yes. Please i need you so bad,” you pleaded.

“Me too baby, make daddy cum princess.” His words finally pushed you over the edge, releasing all the tension in your body. You cummed with a scream and your pussy clenched around his hard cock. The clenching of your pussy made him fall right off the edge with you as his cum sent hot spurts of cum into your pussy.

He collapsed on top of you in relief and exhaustion, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

“So? How was that doll?” His grin proved that he already knew the answer to that question.

“It was good. Yea. Really good,” you admitted. You finally realized that you were fully naked in his bed and immediately shot up to gather your clothes. “Thank you Mr. J, I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow. What would you like for breakfast?” He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you close to him.

“All work no play kitten? You’re not going anywhere baby doll,” he said as he pulled you on to the bed with him. “Also, I would like pancakes tomorrow morning doll.”

The night ended with you falling asleep in his arms having sweet dreams about silly nothings and his beautiful face.

Battered and Bruised (Bucky x reader)

Hey everyone! I hope you all have been liking what I’ve been writing. You can message me with feedback, requests, or even just a simple hi to have a conversation. enjoy!

Description: Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: sad, angst, unintentional physical harm comes to the reader, nightmares, ptsd, barely any fluff

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The night was cool and even through the closed window you could hear the passing of honking cars in the busy street. You’d become accustomed to it, it no longer interrupted you sleeping schedule. The apartment you lived in was shared with your adoring boyfriend, Bucky.

Getting into this relationship, Steve wanted to remind you that because of what was going on in his brain during his H.Y.D.R.A. days, that it could manifest itself back into him without any trigger. He described Bucky as, “a bomb just waiting to go off.” You could tell it hurt Steve to have to describe his best friend that way.

People were giving you the whole spiel about “how you can’t change people”, that “he’s never going to be a normal person.” Even Bucky was scared for you, he didn’t want to put you in harms way.

But, you were headstrong. You loved Bucky with all your heart. You knew what he could do. The thing was, you weren’t afraid. You weren’t scared of him. You never were.

Bucky was haunted with vivid nightmares about the awful torture and killing he had been through and done. Almost every night he relived through something different. Sometimes, they were so realistic that he would get on top of you and restrain you, cursing you in his sleep. This was a normal occurrence when he had nightmares of the doctors that tore apart his mind.

He would always wake up of no recollection of what happened, and you never told him. All he remembered was the nightmare itself. You didn’t want to make him feel guilty, it didn’t bother you actually. You knew what he went through was traumatizing, so you never blamed him for what happened when he was in his sleep.

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It was a beautiful Sunday morning and you woke up next to your most favorite person in the world. Bucky was sound asleep, his arm wrapped around you, his scruff brushing your bare shoulder.

You raised your arm behind you to run your fingers through his hair and you felt him smile against your skin.

“Good morning babe.” His raspy voice breaking the silence. You loved the way he sounded right after he woke up.

“Good morning Bucky.” You chuckled as he placed an array of kisses along your shoulder, neck, and face. “Hey, I’m gonna take a shower. Then I’ll make us breakfast, okay?” You rolled over onto him, both of you giggling, his hands on your back. The coolness of his metal arm sending shivers up your spine.

“You’re gonna leave me here in the absence of your warmth? How could you?” He had a huge smile on his tired face as you leaned down and kissed him one last time before making your way to the bathroom.

You turned on the water and stripped off your crinkled pajamas. Before you got in, you saw yourself in the mirror out of the corner of you eye. Turning towards the mirror, you saw yourself in full for the first time in a long time. You realized in that moment how much your body was covered in bruises; new and old. Your hips and ribs slightly blue and purple from when Bucky gripped you hard during a nightmare that scared him to tears. Your thighs were expressing the same coloration and your arms had little scratches from his fingernails where he had dug them into you. You never noticed them before. You weren’t angry or upset, you understood this is what came with the nightmares he had.

“F/N, I hope you don’t mind if I join you for your shower.” He opened the door with a smirk on his face. “I’d like to love you some m-” he stopped mid-sentence as he looked up and saw your naked body and all the marks on it. “Baby, what’s- what happened?” You turned to face him and him placed his hands on your shoulders. You didn’t make any attempt to cover them up, he already saw. You just had to find the words to tell him. “Tell me. Why do you have all these bruises… a-and scratches?” He spoke softly, but his voice with filled with concern.

“Bucky.. it’s fine. I’m okay.” You gave him a shy smile as you looked up at him. His gaze fluttered up and down your body. “Bucky..” You didn’t know what to tell him, or even how.

A sudden realization hit Bucky and it felt he took a blow to the gut. “I- I did this..” He voice cracked and the hurt in it made you wince. “I did this.. didn’t I?” The thought of him hurting you and damaging your beautiful body brought tears to his eyes.

The water was still running, but you ignored it. “I’m okay. I know you don’t mean it. We’re going to be okay. I love you. That’s all that matters to me. I love you so god damn much, that guess what? I’m willing to go through this pain with you.” You pulled his forehead down to yours, gripping the front of his t-shirt to bring him down to you.

“I’m so sorry F/N. I’m- I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you and I can’t believe I did this. It won’t ever happen again.” At the point Bucky was sobbing, holding onto you for support.

He was so upset, and you were his support system. You placed a kiss on his lips and helped him undress. You helped him get into the shower as he was stumbling from the emotional pain. There was no love making. You helped him wash his hair, having the water just warm enough to feel calming against his skin. He was silent as you wrapped yourself in a towel went into the bedroom to grab some clothes for you both.

When you returned to the bathroom he was out of the shower, looking at the ground. You got him dressed and brought him back to bed. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to make some coffee, just the way you like it.” You kissed him on his head and gave him a sad smile. As you were turning away, he gently held your hand and didn’t let go.

“Don’t go… please.” He whispered at you with hurt eyes. It made you feel so broken inside.

“Okay.. I won’t go anywhere.” You climbed back into bed with him and snuggled up to his chest. “I’m never going to leave you. We’re gonna be okay.”

He whispered into your hair, “F/N, I’m sorry.” You told him how happy you were with him and that things were going to get better. The soft fabric against your skin and the warmth of your bodies brought both of you back to sleep.

As you fell asleep, all you could think of was that everything was going to turn out alright. You loved and trusted Bucky and that was all that mattered.

julialilydahl  asked:

Hi mama! I've been ecstatic lately because i'm so excited for season 2! I'm a huge fan of your work, especially Jean and Marco. I hope you don't mind asking an ARMY of questions. so here goes. #1 can you give me some cute Jean Marco facts? #2 did you even expect the huge Jean-Marco Shipping? #3 if by any chance Marco was indeed a girl, would Jean have a crush on her he likes Mikasa? I love you mama! keep up the good work. love lot's <3

I’m glad you look forward to season two! Jean and Marco often had sleep overs together. I did expect some shipping, yes, but not this much. Who said Marco’d need to be a girl for that?

fashi0nmistake  asked:

The writing prompt meme- #50 "I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.” The Starklings. It's such a sibling prompt!

“What? It’s a great idea!”

“Robb, it’s a terrible idea! Mom doesn’t even like hockey,” Sansa protested.

Her older brother looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Of course she likes hockey! She has never missed a single game any one of us has played in unless two of us were playing at the same time in different rinks! She’s been to more games than Dad, Sansa!”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “OK. She doesn’t like hockey unless one or more of you idiots are playing. This isn’t just Dad’s anniversary! Stanley Cup playoff tickets are a terrible anniversary gift.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re the only person in this family who never played, Sansa! You probably want to send them to the dumb old ballet!” nine year old Rickon protested.

“No, I don’t,” Sansa said, in a voice alarmingly like their mother’s when her patience was nearly at an end. “I’m perfectly well aware that Dad has no interest in the ballet unless I’m dancing.”

“Well, ballet’s boring,” Rickon pronounced, making a face that had Robb, Jon, and Bran all laughing in spite of Sansa’s glaring at them.

“I hate all of you!” Sansa exclaimed as she dramatically turned causing her hair to swish around her shoulders and flounce out of the room. 

From her perch on the back of the couch by the window, Arya sighed. She’d never admit it to a living soul, but she did envy her sister’s ability to do that kind of stuff with her hair, even if Sansa was acting like a baby.

They were all acting like babies. Stupid babies.

Before she could mention that to them, however, Robb turned on Rickon. “Nice going, kid!” he said sarcastically. “Now she’d bailed on us!”

“You laughed!” Rickon protested, throwing his empty Coke can at Robb’s head.

Robb ducked of course, and the can, which apparently wasn’t entirely empty, hit the wall behind him, splattering Coke on a portrait of their family taken on a vacation to the beach about seven years ago. Their mother loved that picture.

“Nice,” Arya said, swinging her legs over the back of the couch and standing up. “You all are just brilliant. We’ve all been saving money for a damn year, and now that it’s time to actually plan this thing, we’ve talked for an hour, decided nothing, chased off Sansa, and gotten coke all over Mom’s favorite picture.

As Robb and Rickon both started to protest, Arya spoke over them. “Robb, go get Sansa back here. I know she’s bossy, but she listens to you more than the rest of us, and does anybody think we can actually plan this without her?”

She looked around the room at her siblings and cousin. Nobody actually disputed that statement. “Go on, Robb!” she said when he didn’t move. “Grovel if you have to, but get her back here.”

“Rickon’s the one who pissed her off!” Robb protested. 

Arya loved her oldest brother, she truly did. He was a wonderful guy. But sometimes when he felt angry or unjustly accused, he could be the biggest baby of all of them. “Yeah. And he’s NINE. Your twenty. Suck it up, Robb. You all laughed, and it was your dumb suggestion that we send Mom and Dad to the playoffs as our gift which got Sansa riled up in the first place. Besides,” she turned to glare at her youngest brother, and the smirk he’d been directing at Robb disappeared immediately. “Rickon has to go get a rag and clean his damn mess. None of us will be alive to give Mom and Dad anything if Mom sees that picture that like that!”

Rickon, fully aware that he couldn’t escape responsibility for the Coke can incident and with no desire to end up on the receiving end of the wrath of Catelyn Stark (in spite of the fact that Mom tended to let him skate more often than anyone because he was the BABY), scampered toward the kitchen in search of cleaning supplies immediately. 

Robb made a face at her that caused him to look alarmingly like Rickon, but he then agreed to go in search of their sister, muttering under his breath as he went. “And she calls SANSA bossy!”

“Well?” Arya asked as Bran and Jon stared at her in silence. 

“Well what?” Bran asked.

“Well where do you two think we should send them?” she asked in exasperation. These two had contributed very little to the discussion so far, although to be fair, neither had she–except to give them an update on their general budget. 

Even the older kids agreed that fifteen year old Arya was the best of all of them at math, so while Robb had opened the bank account last year because only he and Jon were over eighteen and could do it without their parents’ knowledge, Arya had managed it. The others had given her their contributions and she’d made deposits with Robb’s permission and kept track of the balance. Considering that only Jon, Robb, and Sansa had jobs–and they weren’t exactly full time or well-paying, they’d managed to collect quite a sum over the past year. Arya herself had done some math tutoring to raise money. She’d even babysat a few times, which was torture. Of course, she’d never tell the others that the primary way she’d managed to make her contributions almost as big as those of the older three was by giving Gendry money to bet on various sports events. First of all, she wasn’t supposed to still be seeing him and she didn’t want Dad to murder him, and second of all, Dad would likely murder HER if he found out she was gambling. Even for a good cause.

“They’re not really my parents, Arya,” Jon mumbled. “I really think you five should …”

“And THAT has got to be the stupidest thing of all the stupid things said in here so far today!” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “You’ve practically lived here your whole life, Jon, and you gave the most money out of anybody! You get a vote!”

“I didn’t put money in to get a vote,” Jon said almost sullenly. “I did it because Uncle Ned and Aunt Cat have given me pretty much everything I have.”

“They love you, Jon,” Bran insisted. “You’re as much their kid as any of us.”

Jon nodded a bit, but he didn’t smile, and under his breath he muttered something like “But they never had to do that” which caused Arya to roll her eyes again.

She adored Jon. It was almost funny because even though he wasn’t technically her brother, his was the face that came first to her mind if anyone asked if she had a favorite sibling. After all, he’d been the one who convinced her mother to not only allow her to play hockey, but to let her play on the boys’ team. But if Robb could drive her crazy sometimes with his belief that things were always supposed to go his way, Jon could make her equally nuts with his insistence on martyrdom at times.

“Seriously, boys, we’ve got enough to give them a really nice vacation somewhere. Not airfare, but Grandpa Hoster said he’d kick that in so we need to come up with something great.”

“What about Disney World?” Bran asked. “They both said that was a great trip when we all went three years ago.”

“Because we were all there,” Jon said. “It was a great family trip, but neither of your parents cared much about most of the rides. I think for just the two of them, maybe someplace else will be better.”

Bran frowned. “But what will they do anywhere without all of us there? I mean … they never go anywhere without us–except for Dad’s work trips. Won’t they get bored?”

Arya met Jon’s eyes and both of them tried mightily not to laugh. Bran was thirteen, old enough and smart enough to understand what went on between men and women, but still young enough to be completely oblivious to the idea of their parents as anything other than just their parents. Heck, she was fifteen and had a not-so-secret much older not-a-boyfriend and still didn’t like to think too closely about what went on in Mom’s and Dad’s bedroom when the door was locked, but she had no doubts they wouldn’t get bored on a kid-free vacation!

“They won’t get bored, Bran,” Jon said. “They do like each other, you know.” He laughed just a bit and reached over to ruffle Bran’s hair. 

Bran blushed then. “I know that!” he sputtered. “I just meant … I just …”

“Don’t worry, Bran,” Arya laughed. “It wasn’t even close to the stupidest suggestion we’ve had.”

“What about you, Bossy?” Robb asked as he came back into the family room, followed by a still pouting Sansa. “What brilliant ideas do you have?”

“I don’t know,” Arya said. “But it should be someplace they would both like. So no hockey. And no ballet.”

“I never said …” Sansa started.

“I know you never said ballet,” Arya interrupted quickly. “I’m just trying to make a point. Nothing that just Dad loves or just Mom loves. It has to be something they love together. What do they both love?”

“Me!” Rickon offered with a grin as he walked back in with glass cleaner and a rag. 

Everyone laughed. “Well, yes, Rickon,” Bran said. “We’ve already established that Mom and Dad love all of us, but this trip is just for the two of them.”

Before Arya and Jon could even cover their smiles at Bran’s about-face on couples trips, Rickon grinned more widely. “I didn’t say us,” he said, sticking a tongue out at Bran. “I said me. They only had all you losers trying to get a kid as awesome as me! That’s why they stopped once they got perfection!”

“You wish!” Bran told him, pulling the little cushion he kept behind his back in his wheelchair out and flinging at at the youngest Stark. Of course, he hit a vase which fell to the floor and broke instead.

“I’m not cleaning that!” Rickon announced.

“Could everyone refrain from doing anything stupid for longer than five minutes?” Arya asked in frustration.

Jon, who’d been standing closest to the vase, bent to start picking up the pieces.

“They both like the country as opposed to big cities,” Sansa said. “I mean, Mom likes the city, but Dad hates it. And even Mom is happier surrounded by green.”

That was actually a useful observation. Sansa really was good at this stuff. Even if she was constantly in other people’s business and wasn’t as perfect as everybody thought. “That’s good, Sans,” Arya said. “What else?”

“Water,” Robb offered. “Mom loves being on the water. And Dad does, too, as long as it’s not too hot. No place tropical.” 

“But warm enough to swim,” Jon put in, having somehow dispatched Rickon to fetch a broom and dustpan without making a fuss or raising a protest from the kid. “Aunt Cat loves to swim, and Uncle Ned loves watching her do it.”

“Eww!” Robb protested. “That’s my mother you’re talking about Jon.”

“Yeah, I know. And it’s obvious your dad thinks she’s the hottest woman around every time he looks at her, and this IS an anniversary trip.”

“Just shut up already, Jon,” Robb said, getting a bit red in the face.

One look at Jon told Arya that wasn’t going to happen. Jon and Robb were almost exactly the same age and had been closer than any real twins their whole lives, but they did love to aggravate each other. With a wicked gleam in his grey eyes, he said, “We definitely need to make sure the hotel room is really nice–in case they never leave it.”

Robb flew at Jon and tackled him. Thankfully, nothing fell to the floor except the two of them, and neither of them was truly angry so they just wrestled for a moment with Jon laughing so hard the whole time that Robb finally couldn’t help laughing as well. “Idiot,” he muttered, as he stood up to let Jon off the floor. “Just shut up about my parents’ sex lives, okay? Five times. That’s all I’ve got to acknowledge, man. Five times.”

Of course, that comment caused Sansa, Arya, and even Bran to dissolve into laughter until Rickon finally asked, “Five times what? And you’re not supposed to talk about sex. Big Walder Frey got sent to the principal’s office for talking about sex to some girl on the playground. She called him a dirty liar and told the teacher!”

That stopped the laughter pretty quickly. 

“Hey, bud,” Robb said, going to put an arm around Rickon. “Whatever that Frey kid says about anything is probably wrong.” Arya was honestly quite impressed at how quickly he’d gone from total dork into mature responsible big brother mode.

Rickon looked up at Robb a moment, as if considering his words. “Yeah. He lies a lot,” he said finally. “Is it true that …”

“Later, Rickon,” Robb interrupted with only the slightest hint of red returning to his cheeks. “Ask me later. Or better yet, ask Dad.”

“Please,” Arya said. “We need to stick to the topic at hand. Mom and Dad will be home soon, and who knows when we’ll get everybody here at once and them gone again. So no more acting like idiots. Are we all good with finding someplace in the country–on a lake maybe?”

“With a great big bed …” Jon mumbled, before bursting into laughter again.

Normally, Arya loved seeing Jon’s playful, teasing side, but as Robb punched him hard in the arm, and Rickon looked as if he were trying very hard to puzzle something out, she’d had enough. “That’s it! I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”

“Hear, hear!” said Sansa. She turned and pulled a little basket down off one of the shelves. “This will do for now,” she said. “We can get an official jar later. Now, let’s get this trip planned.”

All the boys adopted serious expressions, and everyone who’d been standing found places to sit. Arya looked gratefully at her sister. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d wanted so much to just hug Sansa.

“The mountains,” Robb said. “Dad likes mountains, and it doesn’t get too warm there ever. But as long as it gets sunny and warm at all during the day, Mom will swim. You know her.”

“Yes!” Sansa nearly squealed. “And there are places with warm springs. I bet I could find someplace like that! And they could take long walks and go hiking and watch sunsets and have breakfast in bed and …”

Arya smiled as Sansa waxed poetic about the ideal vacation spot for Mom and Dad. The others actually all looked pretty excited now as she talked about it, and Arya had every confidence that their sister would get on-line and find a real-life place that wasn’t too far from the image in her head now that it seemed they’d agreed on a general idea. 

Maybe she’d keep the idiot jar (or basket), though. With this bunch, she could likely raise enough to do a vacation for the entire family next in no time at all. 

Reggie Mantle x Reader PART THREE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

A/N: I really hope you guys are liking this imagine. In the comics Ricky and Vicky are the names of Reggie’s parents, so that’s what I named them. Although the character of Riley I totally made up because in the comics he only has a brother. Also if you guys have requests please send them, so I can start working on them (on any Riverdale character)
Words: 885
Pairing: Reggie x Reader
Summary: Feels tho.
Spoilers: Nope :)

Originally posted by lovemayble

You were walking along a sidewalk in the chilly night, the wind was leading the leaves from south to west. You were trying to figure out why you’re parents agreed to such a thing. Thoughts started flooding your mind, Did your dad need the money? Were you guys becoming broke? When did everything change between you and your parents? Did Reggie agree to this? How could he? How DARE he? Your first boyfriend would be Reggie? Were you going to accept it? What happens if you don’t? How will your friends react? What about Veronica’s crush on Reggie? What about me? You thought.

“Ugh mind shut up!” you spoke to yourself with a sad look on your face, the wind blowing against your face.

The night got frostier every second you walked away from your house.

Back home Reggie was fidgeting in his chair.

“What happened to (Y/N)?” Riley spoke up

“Nothing Honey” You mom answered “she just needs to think some things through, how about you go to the living room” she continued, while taking Riley away from the dining room.

“I’m going to check on (Y/N)” Reggie declared about to get up from his chair, but Mr. Mantle interjected.

“Are you really that terrible, she stood up and left?” He stated with venom in his words.

“Now Ricky, how dare you speak to Reggie like that? I’m sure she just isn’t attracted to him” Mrs. Mantle added not helping Reggie out “Reggie I thought you said you would fix this?” she added on with a disappointed look shooted at Reggie.

“You guys agreed that I would plan this, my way, no contract.” Reggie stated with anger in his voice as he stood up and walked out the door to look for you.
The chill of the night worried Reggie, since you were wearing a dress. His pacing became faster because he didn’t want you to freeze.

Reggie’s POV
I could see her walking away, she was shivering, she lifted her hand up to her cheek like she was cleaning a tear of her face. I couldn’t help but take blame for this, if I would have warned her, told her why I had been ignoring Ronnie was only because I wanted her. I had my chance, but I was too scared and now our parents made it worse.
End of POV


Reggie sprinted towards you, took off his blazer and placed it on your shoulders.

“Thanks” you croaked, putting it on correctly. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle because he was bigger than you, meaning it fit big and some of the sleeves went on even after your arms ended.

The silence that followed was deafening. You both just stood there staring at each other. Until you decided you needed answers.

“Why? Reg?” You questioned him with a sad look on your face.

“I’m… I’m sooo sorry (Y/N), I really am” he declared letting out a sigh.

“Well okay, forgiven, now are you going to answer my question” You questioned him again.

“I… I…” He stuttered, not knowing what to say.

You decided to ask him everything that was in your head

“Why me? Why the contract? What if I don’t agree to it?” He looked at you with a sad look on his face that you didn’t catch because you kept rambling questions at him “Does my dad need the money? Do you know something I don’t? What about Ronnie? If I agree to this for my parents, she’ll… she’ll hate me! What do your parents want from me? Did you agree to this contract? Did…” you stopped rambling as he put both of his hands on your shoulders.

“Please (Y/N)” Reggie pleaded leading you to a bench on the sidewalk.

Reggie just stared at the ground with sorrow in in his eyes, so you did what you’re used to doing when Reggie was sad. You shifted yourself and hugged him. He hugged back squeezing you tightly rubbing his hands on your back. You missed his tight hugs ever since you drifted apart. The hug lasted about a minute until you pulled away.

As you pulled yourself away you grabbed his chin your hands warm against his cold chin, and you both stared at each other and spoke “What’s going on Reg?”

He sighed and you both looked away from each other staring at the dim lighted street.

He later put his hand on your thigh which sent electricity all over your body and you turned your head to look at him.

You couldn’t help but let your mind start racing. The way the light was hitting his face, the wind in his luscious black hair. What does this mean? You thought to yourself. Do you like Reggie? More than a friend? Could this arrangement work? Does he even he even like you like that? Ronnie would hate you? This could cause a drift between you and your friends? Your neutral standing ground would be ruined? Would you just be a cover to his attitude? Is Reggie only acting like this because of the contract? Will he change if you accept?

“(Y/N) I like you” He told you with longing in his eyes disrupting your thoughts “I have since the day we went camping, I have hated myself for becoming who I am and ignoring you”

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teethsoup  asked:

I honestly don't understand customers sometimes? Like A) how can you be that shitty to another human being in general but B) do you not have a job where you have to deal with other people? Can you seriously not put yourself in any other employee's shoes and think like "wow I would hate if a customer came to my job and did that to me"? It's mind boggling honestly.

My words are venom

A/N) here we go! Part two of the last text convo that happened between Remus and Sirius. This one is pretty heavy so buckle your feels seat belt. Written by @credence-needs-a-hug
Hope you enjoy!!
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Remus sat with his head in his hands. His heart was hammering, as loud as the thoughts running angrily through his mind.

Ignorant. Impulsive. Sirius.

The words, detached from sentences, scrambled any logic that could have been within him. He was just so-angry. He couldn’t even find his common sense. The very thought of Sirius infuriated him. It was his fault. All of it. He could have gotten snape killed. He was an asshole, yes, but no one deserved that. And did Sirius even think of what it would do to remus if he had killed snape? He would have been devastated.

Remus stood, a pulsing rage swelling in his chest. He looked around at the classroom he had found. After wandering around for a while, he had come across the dark room, occupied only by some old chairs and desks. Unthinkingly, remus grabbed the nearest chair, flinging it as though it was nothing, hard against the wall and watching it splinter and shatter like glass.

“Fuck!”

Remus jumps, whipping around to see Sirius in the doorway holding his cheek tenderly. When he moved his hand, blood ran down his cheek in a thin stream. Remus face turned vivid. “How the fuck did you find me?” He demanded.

Sirius looked up at him with watery eyes. “I was walking past and I heard footsteps,” he explained. He chuckled without humor. “I walked in right on time to get a splinter to the face. Nice aim by the way.”

Remus scoffed. “I wasn’t aiming for you. The fact that I hit you was just as satisfying as throwing the chair, though.” Sirius’ eyes widened. “You’re really mad, aren’t you?”

Remus froze. He turned slowly. He continued to turn until he was facing Sirius with a deadly look in his eyes. “Sirius,” he began, his voice ice. “You are a fucking idiot. That was the dumbest, most immature thing anyone has ever done.”

Sirius, averting his eyes to the ground, walked farther into the classroom and closed the door behind him. “I know, remus I do,” he said, holding his hands out in front of his body. “I was being dumb. I am so sorry. I didn’t think.”

“DIDN’T THINK?” Remus screamed, causing Sirius to cower down. Remus took a breath. “Sirius, do you know how much I have to lose? You don’t seem to understand that I have parents who will be effected by this. I’ll be kicked out of school. I might get thrown out of my house. I could get arrested,”

“Remus, I get it-” Sirius tried, but Remus cut him off. Eyes turning to steel, he stared down at Sirius. Unblinking and glaring, he stared. “You will never understand,” he growled. “Your family hates you. You have nothing. You’ll never understand losing something because you have nothing to lose. So please try your best not to fuck my life up just because yours is so pathetic.”

Remus will never get the image of Sirius’ face out of his mind. The hurt strewn across his features.

Sirius could feel the tears falling down his cheeks, but he didn’t even try to stop them. His heart was aching, and it made him want to curl in on himself. He stared at Remus with wide, pained eyes. The place on his cheek where his tears and blood had created a cocktail of watery red on his pale face.

He took in a shuddering breath. “You couldn’t just beat me up, huh?” He let the breath out, his chest deflating. “I guess that’s your style, though.”

Remus stared back defiantly, no sign of remorse in his eyes.

Sirius turned slowly, pulling the door open and leaving without another word.

Remus sat down, curling his hands into his hair. Why did he do that? Why did he make it so hard to be angry? He should have felt good about it. He should have been happy at the way Sirius’ face fell, but all he felt was this emptiness. It consumed him.

He sank to the floor and cried.

Fanwalker - Ian Strauss

I recently commissioned @isharton to draw art of my fanwalker from Innistrad and I’m honestly blubbering like a baby because Ish knocked it out of the park and came up with ideas I never even considered for Ian’s design and I’m just gonna stop now because if I don’t I’ll never get to a point of actually posting the final product, like

Like I was so indecisive on the hair color and Ish just came up with thAT, AND HONESTLY??? I NOW CAN’T IMAGINE IAN ANY OTHER WAY??? IT’S SO GOOD???

Ish, I sincerely mean it when I say I have no words to describe how amazing of a job you did in pulling together what I gave you in just reference images and a vague idea of what I had in mind for my character into something this fantastic.

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!!

I’ll write up a post about Ian’s backstory and abilities later tonight when I’m at work, but for now I have to go to bed.