do they have a ship name though

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Artist: Jaroo (@Jarujaroo)

Artist caption: “This is a little out of the blue but I thought of this during work…Aurora and Snow White meeting in the forest (super retcon!) They were drawn to each other by their singing

One of them’s been tricked her whole life only to have them try to take her forcefully away, and the other’s been used as a maid until she got kicked out and became a “mom”…it’s not like you’re gonna get the throne even when you go back to the kingdom, so just grab each other’s hand and leave~

I had a lot of thoughts while drawing this but now that I’m done…idk maybe I just wanted to see Disney femslash”

Since this was already half done, I figured I’d take a break from homework to finish it

I’m more curious with the possibilities of Enderfell over Enderswap to be frank
(also apparently there actually is a thing called Enderfell that’s unrelated to this, I did not mean to steal the name XD) though basically I’m still doing the barest parts of Underfell here, because I jump ship the moment I see the creepy sexual dog collar sh*t, or the torture stuff, or the….incest…ugh…no, just no, I’m never including that garbage in the story, sorry

So the fell crew are on the surface now, but they are more secluded and hesitant to mix it up with humans just yet. They live around the base of Ebott and have established their own village, at least until they figure out their manners a bit better. Fell!Frisk failed to bring Asriel back to life so they have Flowey sticking around instead, and they also live with Sans and Papyrus. Toriel and Asgore…eh, they aren’t quite right in the head just yet to be taking care of a kid again, and honestly despite Papyrus being tyrannical and nuts, him and Sans are the safest monsters to be around (Alphys would most likely dissect them and Undyne would use them as a punching bag) and actually do a decent job at taking care of the kid. Besides, Frisk would rather be with them than humans…

Though that being said, this Frisk is a lot less hesitant to hurt after doing very intense training with the Great and Terrible Papyrus. Sans doesn’t say much about it. This Frisk also doesn’t talk as much as classic Endertale Frisk.

Helen Gansey and Orla Sargent from the Raven Cycle. I headcanon Helen and her brother Gansey as mixed race, perhaps somewhere from South America (Like Angel Coulby). These characters belong to Maggie Stiefvater.

Reylo and why it’s a problem beyond any shipper war….

I’ve been part of many shipper wars over the years. Absolutely crazy and disgusting ones that left me wondering why I had ever joined the fandom in the first place. I have seen people call each other retarded and freaks over a ship and bully people, stalk their social media accounts… I have seen people insult actors and writers on social media over shipping - even sending them death threats (!!!!), I have seen people insult the significant others of actors because their ship wasn’t happening in real life as well… You name it, I’ve probably seen it. Some of these things also take place in the Star Wars fandom and I find them just as appalling and disgusting as I do in any other fandom. However I have become used to this insanity to a certain point and so there is a level of shipping-craziness I can ignore. Is this good? Probably not, but that’s simply what happens when you are confronted with bullshit for years and years, you become immune to it to a degree.

What I have seen in the Star Wars fandom recently though has crossed my line…and sometimes it has not just crossed it, it jumped past the line and blew itself into the freaking stratosphere of unacceptable behaviour.

Look, Reylo started out as somewhat of a crack ship, something that exists in almost any fandom. The villain + the hero… people writing fanfics about it, enjoying the idea. No problem so far because what you imagine in fics and have as a head canon can be problematic and unrealistic. As long as you are aware of it and don’t take it too seriously, everything’s cool.

The thing started to blow out of proportion when people suddenly became convinced that it will be canon. And that it’s the only acceptable, interesting canon, and that the entire Star Wars crew is playing some giant goose chase game with the fandom and only the Reylos get it. Shipping Reylo became some sort of detective game that only the truly smart people can figure out. Hidden clues, fairytale motives… Half of it seemed like we had suddenly entered a real life conspiracy theory scenario.

All of this is weird and insulting the intelligence of non-shippers but it can still be overlooked with an eyeroll. The real problems began when people started to justify why Reylo is better than any other ship and entirely unproblematic. They did not stop at plot points and hidden clues…no! In the course of defending their ship as a realistic option for the future of Star Wars, huge issues arose that made Reylo even MORE problematic instead of making it more acceptable.

Issue 1: The treatment of Finn

Some of the biggest treats of any ship are obviously other ships that involve one of the characters. In case of Reylo the biggest treat is Finnrey, ie. the ship between Rey and the character she spent the majority of time with during TFA. This ship somehow had to be discredited. Looking at the dynamic between Finn and Rey in the movie, making this ship not just unrealistic but downright horrible should be quite a challenge. Yet it was shockingly easy for the Reylo fandom. Not by using any valid plot points, but by stepping over lines that should never be crossed, not only in fandoms but in society in general: racism, homophobia and toxic masculinity!

Finn is, for many reasons, an absolutely groundbreaking and incredibly important character in the Star Wars franchise. Played by John Boyega, a man of colour, he is one of the few POC lead characters in any major franchises, cinema and TV alike. But not only that, the character himself is representing an incredibly important arc: A person brainwashed by an ideology for most of his life questioning this ideology and breaking free from it, breaking out of a facist organisation, refusing to follow their blind ideals and joining the fight against them. Finn becomes a hero in TFA for many reasons. He saves Rey, the other lead of the movie, several times and it is obvious she adores him. So the version of Finn we are presented with in TFA is that of a hero who becomes best friends with the heroine.

Somehow many members of the Reylo fandom considered it necessary to reinterpret this version of Finn to the point he became unrecognizable to justify why he is wrong for Rey. The fact that he broke out from the First Order suddenly became an act of cowardness because he was not strong enough to kill for them. His fear when he ran away from the facist organisation that turned him into nothing more but a number was interpreted as weakness. Him pretending to be a member of the Resistance was not seen as the act of someone ashamed of where he came from or someone who thought no one would trust him if they knew the truth – it was seen as a character flaw. His lie to personally get to save Rey from the First Order was interpreted as a sign of him being a pathologic liar instead of someone who would do everything for his friend. Even his motives were questioned…wondering if he REALLY left the First Order or might just be a double agent, trying to infiltrate the Resistance, even though there is absolutely no evidence for it in TFA! The fact that a man of colour is villainized, ridiculed, made out as weak and essentially a loser, who did everything just because of fear and because he is a liar, when all of his character’s storyline does originally make him look like a hero, is wrong on so many levels that I don’t even know where to start - and all of this seemingly to justify why he is not a suitable love interest for Rey! The fact that people did this with ease can’t help but make you wonder if they could do so because of their internalized racism. In this scenario a black man is made unworthy of a white heroine, even though his character was meant to be a hero just like she is. Turning a black man into a pathetic loser, even though his storyline contradicts it completely, falls right into racist behaviour patterns… especially if you do so to justify why a white character, who was constructed as a villain, is a better choice for the heroine than the black character who was constructed as a hero.

This is however just one kind of mistreatment Finn receives. Other scenarios involve Finn being gay to get him out of the way as a love interest for Rey. This way of thinking does not interpret Finn as gay for the sake of equality and representation but mainly to make him unsuitable as a love interest for the heroine. To use the sexuality of a character only to make room for a ship is obviously a totally wrong way of approaching homosexuality in fiction. Connected to this is people’s reception of some of Finn’s characteristics: for whatever reason many see Finn as unmanly, because he shows fear and seeks for support in dangerous, scary moments. This apparent unmanliness of his made some come to the conclusion that he is gay. So a man who does not fit into stereotypical ideas of how a man should be like… of course has to be gay, implying that a gay man is unmanly due to his sexuality? URGHS! If this is not the conclusion drawn by people, another popular one is that the “unmanly” Finn is not strong enough for Rey. Yet many of the people who express these ideas have no problem with Finn potentially being with a WOC who will be introduced in the Last Jedi. So he is too weak for Rey but not for an Asian woman they know nothing about? Does this scream racism? It obviously does…

Another tactic is….ignoring Finn. Removing him from all discourse, from all fan art and fan fics, erase him in pictures and switch him for Kylo Ren. Not only does this make no sense looking at the actual movie, but it removes the movie’s black lead from his rightful position. You can’t tell me it doesn’t leave a sour taste in people’s mouths if TFA’s black hero is switched for the white villain? In the end it’s the erasure of a black person, no matter how you look at it. And that is just WRONG.

Let’s summarize: If your tactics to convince people of your ship involve sidelining and demonizing a POC character or discrediting a man because he doesn’t fit into stereotypical masculine characteristics… you got a problem.

Issue 2: The racist attacks towards other fans and John Boyega

People love to pretend this is a tiny issue and does not reflect the fandom but… Something like this can never be a tiny issue! I am not saying that no vile, wrong actions took place outside of the Reylo fandom (check out the very beginning of this post…I acknowledge the usual shipper war insanity, which did take place from all sides, not denying this for a second) – however there is a difference between people insulting each other for a ship, and people sending anonymous messages full of racist slurs to people of colour in this fandom because they are against Reylo or adore Finn. That is, to put it mildly, an absolute catastrophe and the fact alone that this sort of behaviour was inspired by a ship is shocking. If you then remember that one character of this ship is in fact a facist… It has “abort mission” written all over itself. Yet people did not even manage to keep their trash inside of the fandom… it made its way into the comments section of the actors’ social media accounts. One much cited incident took place on Daisy Ridley’s instagram page, where people threw around racist insults towards John Boyega. If anyone has followed her, they will know she took down her instagram. I can only assume that this incident did not do anything positive for her view of social media. Since apparently this is still not enough, some racists feel the need to spread lies about John Boyega, turning him into a sexual predator even… I don’t think I have to explain that this is absolutely, utterly unacceptable!! From slight, internalized racism to open, inexcusable racism - we have now seen it all. This has to stop! And it will not stop by the Reylo fandom insisting it’s not all of them. Of course it isn’t. But that doesn’t make it any less of a giant problem! I could as well now draw the conclusion that Reylo fans are okay with shipping Rey with a facist because they are okay with facism…. and racism. It would be unfair to many of them, sure… but let’s be serious…can anybody be blamed if they come to this conclusion at this point? And is it such a crazy idea to assume that this ships draws in racists and facists??

Issue 3: The reinterpretation of Kylo Ren as a misunderstood anti-hero

One preferred way to make the villain Kylo Ren worthy of Rey is to try and explain why he is the way he is. This goes beyond a serious psychological analysis of why he turned into a facist murderer. It is used to turn him into a guy who is not responsible for his actions and actually kinda nice. “Poor Ben Solo was targeted by Snoke in the womb, in the WOOOOMB!! He couldn’t do anything about it. His childhood was traumatizing (why exactly we do not know), he had nobody and so of course he fell into Snoke’s hands, the poor boy! He is so lonely and misunderstood!” I can’t even count how often I have read these kinds of things. Yet in TFA itself we have examples of people who were brought up by the First Order (Finn) and abandoned by their parents on desert planets (Rey), but neither of them follows Kylo Ren’s path at this point. Neither of them is drowning in self pity and going around killing and torturing people. So resistance is possible, even IF you are related to facists and even IF some dark force is targeting you. Portraying Kylo Ren as the victim of this storyline is doing injustice to all the people who suffered from his actions. He is not a brainless puppet. He made a decision. Maybe he will realise himself that it was the wrong one… but never in Star Wars has it seemed like those who join the Dark Side did so because they were brainwashed and had no other choice. Mostly they did it for selfish reasons and from everything we can see at this point, so did Kylo Ren. Does his background story make it understandable why he became evil? It seems so. It is meant to. But it is not meant to excuse his behaviour or make him a victim. Anakin, even before he became Darth Vader, always had the potential to be evil because of his character traits. It is the same for Kylo Ren and also Luke. Luke chose to become a Jedi and Kylo Ren chose the Dark Side. So no, he is not innocent, he isn’t a victim, he isn’t an anti-hero… He is a murderer, plain and simple. So turning him into some emo Disney-Prince is nothing but disturbing. It alters the story and changes what he truly is. Many do this to make him worthy of Rey and so that they can keep the illusion alive that he can be completely redeemed and fall into her arms. This is however not logical and should not happen under any circumstances if the Star Wars writers take their own writing and the legacy of the saga seriously. A facist and murderer is no misunderstood puppy. He is evil. If people romanticise him, they have issues. But then there’s also a serial killer fandom, right? And tbh I see clear similarities between that and some of the Kylo Ren fandom…

Btw: Diagnosing Kyle Ren with all sorts of mental illnesses does not make him a better person either. Nowhere among the symptoms of depression, PTSD etc. will you find “turns person into a facist killer”. The idea alone that blaming his acts on what could be a mental illness is insulting every single person who struggles with mental illnesses! It makes it seem like they are all potential murderers! This is HORRIBLE!

Issue 4: The acceptance and downright glorification of a facist regime

If only all members of the Reylo fandom tried to make it a possibility by redeeming Kylo Ren. This is of course also problematic to the moon and back, yet it is still preferable to the other option, which is to say that he has the right to do what he does. I have seen people say that the Republic is evil and someone had to do something against it, so what if they take drastic measures? (like killing everyone??) I have seen fanfics were people wrote about Nazi experiments like it’s some kind of kink. I have seen people call Kylo Ren and Hux “extra”, as if they were some fun drama queens and not members of a facist regime. I have seen people who hope Rey becomes evil, so that she and Kylo Ren become some evil super couple. What is this meant to say about the people who do and say these things? Some of them seem to see all of this as some joke, pointing out again and again that it is not real. Sure, supporting this in real life is a huge step further than squeeing over murderers in fiction… however if you see your views as unproblematic and hope they will find support in canon… God, I don’t even want to think about this… it’s just NUTS.

Issue 5: The interpretation of abusive behaviour as sexy and romantic

To make the scenes Kylo Ren and Rey share in TFA romantic, they require a certain interpretation. Take the torture scene. People say things like “He was sitting by her side, waiting until she wakes up herself because he didn’t want to wake her” So we have a villain that ties up a heroine to get information out of her. He sits down and watches his prisoner for a certain time, waiting until the prisoner wakes up. The idea that he admires her looks in this scene is something I have often seen as an argument why this scene is romantic. However people seem to ignore that this is not, let’s say, a friend who is staying in the same place with someone and watches them sleep. This is a villain who knocked out a woman, tied her up and now waits for her to wake up to get information out of her. Is this really a romantic situation or a creepy one? Another argument as to why this scene is romantic is that he apparently holds her captive in his private rooms. I have no idea if there is any evidence for this, but is it really romantic that a villain keeps a woman imprisoned in his private rooms to read her mind? Or is it an abusive action by a kidnapper who clearly has disturbing ideas? I mean imagine you get knocked out and kidnapped by someone and then wake up in a dark room, with the person who kidnapped you watching you in silence? Would you find this creepy or cute?

Even if we take a look at the kidnapping scene itself people can’t seem to get over the fact that Kylo Ren carries an unconscious Rey. Could this be a romantic moment in another context? It surely could be. IF he had not been the one to knock her out in the first place, and IF he was not carrying her into his spaceship to get information out of her (by torturing her with his powers)! We are not watching a man carrying his unconscious love to safety. We are watching a villain carry the unconscious heroine into the enemy’s headquarters. This is a scary situation, NOT a romantic one!

Obviously we have to end this with their final fight. Arguments I’ve heard mainly talk about how he did not kill her because he has a soft spot for her. Not only does this ignore the fact that he was quite severely injured during this scene but also the obvious reason why he is so interested in her. He wants her power. He wants to train her, wants her to join HIS side of the force because she is crazily powerful. Is her unique power enough of a reason not to kill her at this point? Of course it is! People who are strong with the force are rare and special. You do not just chop their heads off if they don’t directly do what you want. So no, this is again not a romantic scene. It is a scene between the villain of the movie and the heroine where he is trying to bring her to his side. Something else I keep hearing is that they apparently exchanged romantic looks when she escapes and he lies in the snow. He was just defeated by a scavenger from a desert planet! He, the mighty Kylo Ren! He knows that there probably won’t be a way around her on his way to power! And she knows that the head of the First Order wants to get his hand on her because of her power, because of something she never wanted to be part of. This is a “Holy Shit, this is our future” – moment. This is the start of an epic fight. Not two lovers staring longingly at each other!

To summarize: All scenes between Rey and Kylo Ren get reinterpreted as romantic, even if they are creepy, abusive and potentially lethal. Dare I claim that they would not be seen as such if they would not take place between a young woman and a young man? The fact though that these two people could theoretically put together their sexual organs should not make these scenes romantic or nice or hot. That people interpret them this way is more than problematic and makes it look like they find abuse, kidnapping and trashing each other with light sabers cute, when it would honest to God not be in any other context.

Issue 6: The sidelining of Rey in favour of Kylo Ren’s character development

Sadly most arguments for Reylo seem to centre around Kylo Ren and the redemption this relationship could bring to him. No words about why it is a great idea for Rey or why it should further her character development to fall for the villain. Kylo Ren often suddenly takes the position of the hero, it becomes his storyline and she, the actual heroine, becomes an asset that is being used to make him a better person. She is supposed to save the lonely, misunderstood man from his misery. Why she should do this mostly seems obscure. Most of these scenarios are combined with Issue 3. Kylo Ren’s crimes are downplayed, so that Rey can fall in love with him and “save” him. So again… canon Kylo Ren’s actions have to be reinterpreted and canon Rey’s storyline shoved aside in favour of his.

These six issues are my main reasons to stay away from the Reylo fandom. I have mostly experienced it as a toxic space for reasons that go beyond the usual shipper war problems. Even though I have read some of the theories and tried to stay open-minded… it was simply not possible looking at all the problematic and sometimes downright disgusting things that were happening all around. I only hope for the sake of Star Wars that Reylo stays nothing but a fanon ship and that this will somewhat calm down the situation. Canon Reylo could give power to people who clearly should not have any. 

12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.

I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void” because I was so happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every moment. I also said this: “I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)

But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh, I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented meta writers.

Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino was saying and doing with this movie… 

Being a meta writing, destiel shipper with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange… what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry? Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)

I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:

Dean – Mr White (duh)

Mary – Mr Pink

Wally – Mr Brown

Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here

Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch would be Joe here… its not too obvious)

Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)

Explanations and various meta under the cut. This gets long:

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What your Avatar: The Last Airbender OTP says about you:

Kataang: The happiest cinnamon roll. You have been with them since the very first episode when they gazed into each other’s eyes and that, for you, was it. You’re goofy and probably regularly make heart eyes at people (maybe even without knowing it). The most defensive of the shippers.

Zutara: You have so much angst in your blood that you have completely denied any and all claims that Zuko and Katara DIDN’T end up together. They loved each other so much and you are physically pained at their lack of canon, on-screen romance (because of course all the hardcore make-out sessions happened off-screen, duh). You have an unbreakable bond with literally every Zutarian. You’re artistic, and every song makes you think of them. LITERALLY every song. The most hardcore of the shippers and the snarkiest.

Tokka: The quiet, funny one in the friend group. Sometimes the things you say go unheard, but that doesn’t make them any less hilarious. You’re a sucker for hand-holding and cheek kisses. You identify strongly with either Toph or Sokka (or both). Your favorite kinda of relationships involve insults and sarcasm in the most loving way. The most dedicated of the shippers because even after the Korra finale, you still want to believe that Su Yin is the Tokka child.

Maiko: You had an emo phase in middle school that lasted a little too long. Maybe traces of it still linger, who knows? Maybe you cover it up with drama club or marching band? The dark, brooding types were always your weakness. When Mai betrayed Azula for Zuko, that not only sealed the deal, but broke your heart. Your stone-cold heart. Your humor may be a little dry or dark, but you can really be yourself around your good friends and they love every bit of you!

Yukka: You probably cry a lot. “That’s rough buddy” is your mantra.  You’re expectations for relationships tend to be a bit high and you’re extremely romantic. A person who can make you laugh is the only person you can see yourself being with forever.

Zukaang: Although you’re sure there’s something more than friendship between them, you share your head canons sparingly with outside shippers. A lot of people probably think you’re crazy but you know it’s there. You like to play matchmaker for your friends, even if they don’t know about it. The hero/villain romance is not only the hottest, but the most thrilling in your opinion. You’re read a lot of smutty fanfiction.

Sukka: The mom of the friend group. Your OTP is canon, yes, but it is forgotten as well. You’re the one who sits back and monitors the ship wars, not really wanting to be involved. Just silently knowing that you have the best OTP. Suki is a precious warrior princess and you hate when people leave her out of the team avatar posts. You’re a strong believer in love finding a way through anything. Long distance relationships come easily because communication is really what gets you connected. You probably like to bake or something.

Azuko/Katokka: You should probably never have children.

Tyzula: You’ll take anything…ANYTHING that implies that your ship is canon. You can be soft and gentle when you need to be, but only those who are really close to you know how absolutely wild you are. You might scare people around you with your vibrance, but everyone knows you and everyone likes you…even if it’s only a little bit.

Taang: Rough around the edges, but a total softie underneath. You love modern AUs more than you care to admit. You believe in young love, even if it’s just for the moment. Friendships can definitely last more than one lifetime as far as you’re concerned. An optimistic realist who, while seeing the facts and general perspective of a situation, can remain hopeful even in tough times.

Sokkla: Like a Zutarian, only angrier and a lot more sarcastic.

Tylaang: Fluff fluff and more fluff. Everything is fluff. You’re a dreamer and you probably still have all of your old stuffed animals somewhere tucked away (or maybe even on your bed I ain’t judging). You love the art of dancing, whether you’re good at it or not.

Toko: You like things to match up, even though you’re hella disorganized. Everybody has to have somebody. You might have started shipping it simply or even as a joke, but now you’re pretty screwed because you’re invested. Also, your ship name sounds like Taco. That’s a plus.

Jetara: Go watch Greese. It’ll help sooth the pain.

[What your ______ OTP says about you: part 1 ]

Dream of Me (Padawan!Reader x Master!Obi-Wan Kenobi)

A lot of y’all have requested an imagine like this, so I hope you enjoy! Have a good Valentine’s! Just as a warning, here be smut!

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You hadn’t started out as Obi-Wan’s padawan. For the first ten years or so of your training, you’d been under Master J’Org. But after you turned 18, your beloved master died, leaving you only partly trained and devastated. Your friend, Obi-Wan, though, put a stop to this.

He’d lost his master, too, and was there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on or some friendly advice. He helped you to be strong, and therefore the council thought that he would be a good candidate for finishing your training. His padawan, Anakin Skywalker, had recently become a knight, so he was able to take a new apprentice on at any time. He was kind enough to choose you.

That was two years ago. Now, the two of you had become even closer friends, and, if you were being honest, your feelings for him were beginning to grow even stronger than that. He was so kind and handsome, and you were so lucky to be learning from him. It would be easy for anyone to fall in love with him, and you were no exception.

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More sibling! Pidge and Lance who have grown a lot closer what with their weird meme-humour that no one else in the castle seems to understand. Also aged up a bit with funky new hairstyles cos they’re growing up and now is the time they’ll take decisions they’ll probably regret in their twenties.

Again, I don’t ship these two (even though I’ll be adding the ship names in the tags) as anything but good friends and space siblings.

This may be the last of my drawings for a while since I’m going to be starting college in ten days (Masters in Graphic Design) and honestly, I’m more than a little terrified. I’m just feeling very overwhelmed and doodled this as some stress relief in the middle of my admissions procedures and packing and whatnot.

Wish me luck, you guys T___T

A note to the people coming in from Netflix show and asking about a ship name for Trevor/Alucard:

Nobody’s stopping you from using “Trevorcard”, but for the sake of saving you a lot of confusion later, do know that since the last few years the fandom usually uses “Trevorcard” to refer to this dude 

From the Castlevania: Lords of Shadow games.

In case you were wondering what’s going on there.

Today Was A Fairytale

Pairing: Anthony Trujillo x reader

Word Count: 608 words.

Warnings: None. It’s all fluff.

Request: Can you write a fluffy Anthony Trujillo one? Anonymous

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“Please no,” you mumbled feeling the light hit your eyes. You’re cuddled up next to Anthony but you know that the light means Jake is about to wake you all up in a stupid way. You’re way too tired after going to bed at 3 am. 

“Wake up!” Jake screams and you hear someone yell out in pain quickly getting up. It takes a second for your disorientated brain to realise that he’s tasing people.

“I swear to God if you tase me, Jake, I will never speak to you again!” you say loudly inching over Anthony to get as far away from Jake as possible. Thankfully you’re on the top bunk so it’s easy to get out of reach. Anthony isn’t as quick to wake up so Jake gets him. You have to refrain from laughing.

“Get him!” he yells storming after him with Chance and the Martinez twins. 

“Never a dull moment,” you mumble under your breath, as you get ready to hit the gym with them later. You’re hoping that Erica or Tessa is going to join because it’s always a little awkward being the only girl with them. They are like your family, but you’re not into yelling “Ohio” and act like gorillas. You are into the pranks though. It’s the funniest part about staying at the Team10 house.

“Babe, we’re going now!” Anthony calls and you hurry downstairs to find that Tessa is joining you. Anthony puts his arm around you as you walk to the car and Jake keeps yelling your ship name as a joke for the vlog. 

“What are you doing today?” Anthony asks quietly. You shrug not having made any plans. 

“Chance and I were thinking of making a yoga couples challenge. Then he’d ask Tessa if you’re up for it,” he says intertwining his fingers with yours. You nod agreeing to the plan. After the workout, you get ready with Tessa talking about her and Chance. You’re convinced there’s something there, but nothing real has happened yet. 

“I swear we’re just friends at the moment. You’d be the first person I tell if anything happened,” she says finishing her eyebrows. The boys have given you ridiculous outfits to wear so you get dressed in fits of giggles. 

“Anthony, you’re going to drop me!” you yell once the video has begun. He keeps trying to lift you but it’s not working. You fall down on the floor beginning to laugh. Chance starts laughing too and soon Tessa is on the floor too. 

“This is so hard. How do people do it?” you giggle trying a new pose. The rest of the day you and Anthony battle Chance and Tessa. In the end Chance and Tessa wins making Anthony pout. 

“They’re not even a real couple. How did they beat us?” he says as you put your head in his lap on the couch. You’re so tired now.

“I don’t know,” you yawn too tired to even cover your mouth. 

“We should go to bed,” he whispers placing a kiss on your forehead. As the gentleman he is, he carries you upstairs and puts you in bed. He cuddles up next to you and you immediately feel warm. 

“You’re so warm and soft,” you mumble satisfied making him chuckle. 

“Thanks, I think?”

“It’s a good thing, trust me,” you say not bothering to open your eyes as you kiss all over his face in search of his lips. Eventually, you manage to find them relishing in the feeling of his lips against yours.

“I love you,” you whisper when you pull away, “today was a fairytale.” 

“I love you, too.” 

The Topmodel AU I hadn’t realised I need

Kicking this AU Weekend (more infos here) off early because I’ll go on a trip later today and won’t be back until Saturday evening, so most of my posts will have to wait until Sunday&Monday (yes, I’m counting Easter Monday as part of the weekend, sue me). So let’s just talk about my Topmodel!AU headcanon for a sec, shall we? 

Not gonna lie, I came up with this ten minutes ago, so expect lots of incoherent rambling.

Alright, so. Tony is nineteen, just finished his master degree and determined to piss his father off as much as possible–a dangerous combination that ends with him signing up for the next topmodel casting instead of starting to work for SI like Howard wants. He didn’t really expect to make it through, he’s too short to be a model, damn it, and he really doesn’t appreciate Rhodey howling with laughter. But his father’s expression when he learns of it is so worth it.

And well, Tony is good with cameras, alright? He’s confident, knows how to put on a show, and suddenly those abilities aren’t just a necessity, they’re actually really helpful. He moves into a house with the other models (though having to give up his phone and being cut off from the internet is hell, seriously, how do regular people survive this?). 

He makes friends with some of the other models, a pretty redhead named Pepper who walks in heels like she was born to be on the catwalk, the sharp-tongued Maria who doesn’t appear to be interested by anything–she doesn’t even blink when they get to shoot a short clip with famous actor Steve Rogers, Tony is convinced she’s secretly a cyborg–and Clint who, by virtue of being the only boy, immediately becomes Tony’s new best friend.

The judges can be harsh in their critic, but their trainer Bruce is an absolute sweetheart. Also the first time Natasha Romanov compliments Tony on the expressiveness in his photo shot is a world-altering experience. 

Sometimes being locked into a house with so many people can be a bit much though. That’s when Tony sneaks into the kitchen at two AM, just to get some time for himself. Which is how he meets Bucky. Well, he doesn’t meet him that way, Bucky is a camera man on the crew after all, and he’s always around. But sharing a sandwich in the middle of the night is a different kind of knowing, okay?

There’s also the fact that Tony may or may not have a tiny little crush on the guy–Bucky is attractive and witty and has this super secret ability of stalking them all day with a camera and not making it weird, and also his abs, really, Tony’s never had a chance. So. There may be a bit of flirting involved in their midnight meets.

Which is not a problem, Tony flirts with everyone, it’s his thing. His bisexuality isn’t a secret either, in fact the fans are shipping ‘Clony’ very insistently. And though that’s just a terrible ship name–Tony tells the interviewer as much–he and Clint do like to play it up a little, just for fun. The problem is, Bucky isn’t shy about flirting back, and as it turns out, that’s something Tony’s brilliant brain can’t handle. 

What also turns into a bit of a problem is that Tony isn’t exactly subtle, no matter how hard he tries to hide his crush. There’s a lot of blushing and stuttering involved for one, and that’s just plain awkward. Tony doesn’t blush, alright, especially not when someone calls him cute. He’s not cute. He’s hot. He’s handsome. But not cute. And the way Bucky smiles and nods at him indulgently isn’t fair at all.

Then, there’s the week eight incident. The sexy shoot. Yeah. Let’s just not talk about that. [Everyone is talking about it. Clint and Pepper refuse to shut up about it. And Tony knows he did well, that his photo was the best of that week, but it’s still embarrassing because he knows he was throwing that smoldering look straight at Bucky–and who had placed him behind their photographer, damn it–and it’s just weird.]

Maria leaves them at the end of week nine and Tony resolutely refuses to cry. It’s part of the show, he’s known that from the start, and it’s not like he’ll never see her again. Which is what he very insistently tells Bucky who just as insistently convinces Tony to drink the hot comfort chocolate he’s smuggled in from Starbucks.

“I can’t do this,” Tony tells him, stares sadly into his half-empty cup. “I’m not supposed to be a model, I can’t be a model, what am I even doing here?”

“Tony,“ Bucky interrupts the beginnings of his panic attack, voice serious. “I’ve seen you out there, you love being a model. You love being on that stage, you own it. Look, take it from someone who’s been filming at this show for three seasons, you’ve got talent. You’re improving every week. And it’s true that that’s not the only thing it takes, model business is tough. Not everyone can handle that, but I don’t have any doubts that you could.”

“You think so?” Tony asks and hates how hopeful he sounds. Because this was supposed to be joke, a way to annoy his father, he wasn’t supposed to care about this.

“I do,” Bucky nods, then smirks. “You’ve got the ‘bitch please’ attitude down already too.” To which Tony sniffs derisively. Somehow the night ends with both of them laughing, and when Tony returns to his room, Clint sends him a knowing look.

“What?”

“You know what.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you really do.”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Rhodey asks two minutes after his arrival. Tony is too overwhelmed by his surprise visit to even bother denying it. 

“Oh, Tony,” Rhodey sighs, pulls him into a hug, and Tony melts. He’s missed this, missed it so much. Clint is a great guy, but he refuses to cuddle Tony the way Rhodey does. To be fair, nobody cuddles Tony like Rhodey does but that shouldn’t stop his friends from trying. “Now, tell me about that almost-porno-photo shooting I keep hearing so much about.”

Tony squeaks in mortification.

Clint leaves them at the end of that week, and this time Tony does cry. He’d deny it but the bastard took pictures. Actually, who are we kidding, he still denies it.

Paradoxically, with the house becoming more and more empty, Tony ends up spending more and more time with Bucky. It felt crowded and overwhelming in the beginning, but now the silence is bothering him. He’s already dreading going back to his tiny little flat or worse, his parents’ mansion.

By now Tony’s crush on Bucky is common knowledge, basically. Pepper keeps making not at all subtle comments, the rest of the filming crew constantly hang around in hopes of catching the first kiss, there are jokes and knowing smirks–and Tony is getting sick of it all.

He gets it, alright? Bucky has shown no interest in him–isn’t even allowed to have interest in him–and really the man can’t be that obvious. Clearly is kindly sparing Tony the embarrassment of being rejected in front of an audience. Tony appreciates that. And he’s trying hard not to make things awkward, but he can’t help his feelings, so if everyone else could just cut it out, he’d really appreciate it.

In the end, Tony makes it into the top five. He’s got talent, Natasha and Fury of all people assure him off that, but he’s also had a bad week and his picture just wasn’t as good as those of the other participants. So, Tony packs his bags, says goodbye to everyone, resists the urge to kiss Bucky just for the fuck of it, and flies back home. He doesn’t cry. He’s too numb.

Not until he’s in the privacy of his own home at least, where the stress, the excitement, the weight of those last few incredible weeks finally catches up with him. It seems like such a waste suddenly, such an embarrassment, and god, he’s a failure, he’s never going to leave his apartment ever again.

He does. Rhodey makes sure of it. Makes sure to remind him that this is not in fact the end of the world because Rhodey is sadly a very rational person who’s far too used to Tony’s dramatics.

“You’re not gonna give up on something you want, Tony,” Rhodey tells him one night. “It’s not your style.”

He turns out to be right.

Tony doesn’t want to work for SI, not right now at least. Because he genuinely liked modelling, and he doesn’t- he wants to give this a shot. He’s young, he’s got lots of time to argue with boring, old board members later. He starts looking for shootings instead, takes a job here and there. Looks up a couple of offers he gets because of his surprising popularity on the show too. (He honestly didn’t expect so many people to follow him on Instagram, what the hell?)

By the time the live finals roll around, Tony is excited again. Excited to see the other models one last time, excited to walk on that stage one last time, just excited. There are a lot of hugs and tears at their reunion, lots of things to catch up on.

When Tony walks down the catwalk on the night of the finals, with all the other models who’ve been part of the show, he wears a beautiful, glittering, evening gown, murderously high heels and the worlds most brilliant smile–because Tony Stark never does things half-way. (Tony Stark never passes up an opportunity to give Howard an aneurysm.)

He asks Bucky out that night. Bucky gapes at him, blurts out, “Don’t you already have a boyfriend? That Rhodey guy?”, causes everyone in their vincity to groan in annoyance and disbelief.

“Seriously?” Pepper glares–and wow, that’s a terrifying sight. “I’ve watched the two of you pining after each other for three months, if you don’t kiss and make up right now I’m gonna stab you with my heels!”

And that is the story of how Clint got to twitter a picture of Tony’s and Bucky’s first kiss, hashtagged #IdbeheartbrokenifIdidntshipit #Sorryclonyfans. 

Liberty Pt.4

Originally posted by lovershub

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo (mentiones briefly)

Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence (future chapters).

WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT AND IT WILL MAKE YOU BECOME A BLUSHING VIRGIN AGAIN, ALSO BUCKY X READER PRACTICE SELF DEFENSE, AND THERES SWEARING 

Word count for this chapter: (4362) {i promise it’s worth it}

A/N: So here’s chapter 4, it’s long af BUT its worth it! dedicated to my babe @papi-chulo-bucky for motivating me and telling me spoilers for delta ily. I also pinched the SING idea from Miss Congeniality.

I listened to this whilst writing

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.

You slowly broke apart, his hands leaving your body.

“I’m sorry miss, I-”

“Go back to sleep, Captain. You’re delusional.”

~

You didn’t sleep much that night, Bucky’s light snores weren’t the problem; you had pondered over what had happened between the both of you. He wouldn’t remember what happened, you thought. He was delusional, half asleep, groggy, in another world, maybe?

Only he would know, in due time he would tell you.

It was a time before dawn, and the sun stained the sky different shades of pinks, reds, and oranges. The crew below were slowly starting to wake up and you made your way into Bucky’s cabin, you were greeted with a sight only a married woman should have, but you didn’t complain. Bucky was dressed in only a night shirt of which he had worn the previous night, nothing else

Good morning, Captain, did you sleep well?”  You asked gruffly, as your hands covered your eyes.

Bucky sighed, “I believe so,” Liar. “You needn’t cover your eyes, darling, I’m decent.” He laughed.

Sir, back at Port Royal that is FAR from bloody decent!” You continued to have your eyes closed and under your palms. Bucky laughed at your exertion.

You really are so innocent aren’t you?” You heard a rustle of fabric, followed by a clinking of buckled boots. You felt a pair of large hands gently wrap around your wrists and peel your hands from covering your face, your eyes squinted shut, even more, making your nose scrunch too, making Bucky snort lightly, “You can open your eyes now, kitten, I’m decent, I promise.

You opened one and alas, he actually WAS decent! To your dismay, obviously, to see a man as beautiful as this one, naked, would be a blessing.

Did you dream at all? Anything pleasant?” You made light conversation as you walked over to the Globe, tracing the equator.

Indeed, I was kissed by a beautiful woman in my bed, she was light, different, her hair was splayed across my pillow and her hands were in my hair, I could swear I apologised for being so bold,” You blushed as he continued.  "but it was enjoyable and so surreal, I could smell her and feel her. I…“ Your breath hitched in your throat and you disguised it as a cough. ”Sorry for getting so detailed, what about yourself, Y/N? Any reveries?“ You looked up at him, as he mixed leaves and hot water in a metal bowl.

Pleasant would be an understatement, Captain.“ You returned his smile. ”What is that you’re making, Bucky?  It smells very strong.

Ah, yes, it’s a mix of mint leaves and hot water, I like to keep my teeth and mouth clean and fresh, it also clears the sinuses if you’re sick. I go to the main deck and spit it out over the side once I’m done, would you like some too? I’d assume you’re used to brushing your teeth back home.“ He scooped some of the liquid into two goblets as you nodded in thanks.

~

You grabbed the compass and figured where the higher northeast would be, in the night the wind had picked up and the crew members switching between shifts at the helm hadn’t bothered looking at one themselves, judging their instincts. It wasn’t good enough.

The ship had ended up going southeast, in the direction of the Western Sahara. Bucky was not happy at all, he had banished them to the brig for being so idiotic.

You were sat on a crate as your captain walked passed you, you were further studying the charts- even though you didn’t have to- you knew it by heart.

Miss Y/L/N, do tell me, have you ever helmed a ship?“ You snapped your head up as you hear Bucky call your name from the quarterdeck. You thought for a second, trying to reach back in time to when your father had taken you with him on his voyages, it seemed you hadn’t.

No, sir, I haven’t had the privilege of doing such a thing, my father always kept me to the stem, so I didn’t get in the way!“ You slowly walked over to your captain, holding the rolled up charts in your hands.

It’s a simple task, I’ll show you if you’d like.“ He smiled and you returned the kind gesture.

I’d be delighted, Sir.

He never had a woman steer his ship before, he was told many times that a woman’s hands were made for the most fragile of things, like sewing, lace work, caring for a baby, etcetera. But he believed you to be tough, that you could handle the roughest of seas and the most brutal of enemies and it was just hidden behind your gentle facade- you had yet to grow out of your cocoon of welfare, for until the previous day, you had never had to injure violence or act upon self-defense.

I’ve seen many people steer before, and it looks as easy as breathing without a corset- but that’s easier said than done.“ You admitted, Bucky simply laughed at your comment, walking you to the helm.

Here is a simple fact you might have heard the helm is the heart of the ship, it takes her wherever she desires. But he is not light-hearted. The wheel is weighted, it takes fifty percent of a man- or woman’s- strength to turn it, here-

Bucky maneuvered you to stand behind the wheel, and he behind you. He grasped your elbows and lifted them both at a ninety-degree angle.

At all times it is crucial that the helmsman has his or her arms at a ninety-degree angle to steer the wheel, they will receive the most leverage from this.“ You nodded timidly and wrapped your hands around the handles. ”Now, stand with your legs a shoulder width apart this is crucial also.“ Bucky gently nudged your legs apart with his feet.

Hard to starboard, Miss Y/L/N.“ He mumbled lowly.

You put all your weight on your right leg and turned the wheel, Bucky was right, although the wheel was the heart of the ship- it wasn’t light at all.

Ah, very good, Y/N. Now, gently to port- don’t want to run off course.“ As a lady who had no reason to gain heavy muscle in any part of your body, you were only slightly struggling, those who were fit enough to endure this should definitely do this instead.

Mister Wilson! You can take over now- I have plans for Miss Y/L/N and I.“ Sam jogged up to where you were standing and got straight to work.

~

As Bucky led you throughout the ship, he showed you different knots in and around the masts. ”I’m going to show you 30 different ways to tie knots, are you up for that?

Should I stretch my fingers first, Sir?“ You laughed, Bucky had picked up 2 long pieces of medium width rope and led you back to his cabin.

~

As the hours went on, Bucky had taught you almost 20 knots, as a beginner, he was impressed with how fast you picked up some of them, seeing as some were tricky ones that involved a lot of loops.

The trickier the loops became, the closer he edged his chair to yours. He leaned his elbows on his knees as his fingers slowly tied a bowline knot.

You see, the easiest way to describe how to do this one is to make a loop, or a rabbit hole by a tree, as some would say, so watch my fingers and the bottom end of the rope. The rabbit goes up the hole, round the tree, and back down the hole, and voila, bowline. Can you do that for me, darling?

You sighed as you finished the bowline, gently placing it in Bucky’s upturned hand, ”This is correct! Many don’t achieve it on the first try. I wonder what else your hands can do.“

You breathed a sigh of relief and blushed at the same time, you were never complimented so many times by a man. You were only complimented on your beauty and elegance, never your handy-work and skill.

Thank you, Bucky, I’ve never been complimented on my work before, only my looks and physique.“ Confessions, it made him smile so wide and his eyes lit up to be the first to compliment you on something that meant a great deal to you.

You hissed as you went to grab your goblet of water.

What’s the matter? Have your hands cramped?“ You grimaced and hummed, attempting to flex your fingers. Bucky grabbed your hand in his large ones and started kneading small circles into your palm and wrist and you closed your eyes. He was so gentle yet firm and you rolled your head back to let out a sigh of relief.

You were knee to knee and as Bucky finished with your left hand he placed it on his thigh, picking up your right and continued with his ministrations, occasionally looking up to see you smiling in content, eyes closed and shoulders back, and you so succumbed to the pleasant feeling that you let out a small moan, and Bucky felt it.

Does that feel good by any chance, doll?“ Bucky smirked, his voice sultry and low, you became flushed and hot.

Give it a couple of weeks, you can get to know the ship some more, learn the ropes, no pun intended, and I’ll show you the art of defense, does that sound good, Y/N?

It does indeed, Bucky, I’m looking forward to it. Now, shall we have lunch?

~

A couple of weeks had passed, the ship had come up and passed the Spanish Canary Islands. You had taken the time to know Bucky more intimately, learning his favourite knots, colours, routes and places, etcetera, he asked the same with you, and confessed your favourite knot was actually the bowline because it was the one he complimented you on, though you didn’t say it aloud.

~

It was about 5 in the evening and Bucky was briefing you on the main aspects of self-defense.

SING.

Now, I don’t mean actually sing like Francesca Cuzzoni, SING stands for solar plexus, instep, nose and groin. The solar plexus is here,“ He placed a light hand on your lower stomach. ”if you are in front of the attacker, you elbow them there and they will double over if they are weak- the same with the instep.“ He pointed the inside of his foot. ”You step harshly onto there. This will cause them to double over yet again, giving you a chance to spin around and punch them in the nose- stop giggling! This is serious!“ He scolded.

You couldn’t help but giggle, he was in nothing but his shirt which was rolled up at the elbows, pants and trouser stockings, and twirling around punching the air.

I-I’m sorry It’s-it’s just you look so funny doing this! It’s like you’re battling a ghost!“ You giggled, this made Bucky smile, seeing this side of you; less timid and shy, more free, like a bird attempting to spread its wings for the first time.

Ha ha, at least I’m making you smile,“ He ushered you over to him, you unlaced your boots and cautiously walked over to him, ”now, this is the groin part, you… do know what the groin is, right?“ You rolled your eyes and muttered a yes. ”Good! Well, the groin part is after you’ve socked the fucker in the nose, you’re still facing them, so what you do is raise your knee in between their legs, giving you the full advantage to kick them to the ground afterwards. Now, we’re going to practice, okay?

Bucky grabbed you by the hips and slightly tugged you to him and spun you around, trapping you flush between his chest and strong arms.

Hit me in the stomach, it’s the only way you will learn.“ He mumbled gruffly in your ear.

You raised your elbow and hit him and he didn’t move an inch, you could swear the man was made of stone, so you stomped on his instep. and alas, he bent over in pain, but he kept a vice-like grip on you bending you over with him. ”bugger“ you mumbled, you wriggled your left arm out of his grip and your hand caught in his hair, tugging harshly.

Ugghhh!“ Bucky groaned, getting distracted and letting go of you, giving you the chance to spin around and raise your hand to his nose, but he was too quick and caught your fist in his.

No fair!“ You gasped.

He wore a shit-eating grin and chuckled at your attempt, but he didn’t realise your knee was about to make contact with his groin.

OH FUCK!“ He yelped, dodging your knee and grabbing it with his free hand instead, bringing it around his hip and crashing you both to the floor of the cabin. ”See, if I were an amateur you would have succeeded in that little attempt to ruin my crown jewels…“ He grumbled.

You panted heavily as you noticed him nestled between your thighs, a compromising position. He felt your embarrassment and hastily raised to his feet, offering you a hand to get up.

Jokes on him, as you grabbed his hand you yanked hard and sent him tumbling to the floor with a strangled ’meep’. You rolled over and trapped him underneath your body, your thighs either side of his hips and your hands holding his against the ground.

You’re brilliant, doll, where did you learn that?“ Bucky questioned, looking up at your heaving form. He licked his full lips as he felt your soul dripping with much-needed confidence as you straddled his hips.

I…I didn’t? It just came naturally?“ You smiled.

You intrigue me, Miss Y/L/N, there’s so much more about you that you haven’t discovered yet.“ He whispered, squeezing your hands. ”Although, I do have something I must confess if I’m not too bold.

You let go of his hands and sat up, he sat up too, the feeling of him against you sent that pleasurable tingle through your body again, without realising, you let out a light ‘oh’, which made Bucky bite his lip, his long arms came behind you and his hands rested against your hips. Yours stayed against one another, twiddling your finger tips.

I’ve come to feel a most ardent admiration for you, the need to show you things and to protect you at the same time is strong, and I- I have a confession. There’s this… this thing I have. I have the ability to detect the way someone is feeling, and I’ve noticed you have taken a liking to me as I have to you,“ You raised your brows and your lips parted slightly. ”And it wasn’t my fault that I had found out- honestly. I hope you aren’t upset. I knew how shook you were when you saw Wanda use her powers. I didn’t want you to be scared of me.“ He raised a hand to move a strand of hair from your face and tuck it behind your ear, his fingers tracing ever so lightly against your skin as if he thought he would break you. ”And.. the first night of the voyage, I knew of the kiss, I knew it wasn’t a dream, I woke up that morning hoping you would be there, and I grew worried that I had come on too bold, so I told you it was just a dream, I felt your anxiousness and didn’t want to embarrass you further, if you were.

You looked at him straight in the eyes, ”I understand, Sir.

I must say, I do love it when you call me that…“ His hands came to rest on your hips, and squeezed gently.

B-Bucky I need to ask you something, I feel, er, embarrassed, though.

Go ahead, sweetheart, don’t be embarrassed.“ He rubbed small circles against the fabric as you shifted against him.

When… oh bloody Jesus… When I look at you, or we’re close, and you’re touching me or something I- I get this warm feeling right at the pit of my stomach, it-it travels to my…my…“ Bucky shushed you, resting a slender index finger against your lips.

I know, you’re too shy to say it, that’s okay. That feeling is the need, and desire for sexual contact, oh look, darling, you’re blushing.“ You were indeed, and you felt butterflies in your chest. You felt so vulnerable but you knew you could trust him.

I have a question for you, doll, you don’t have to answer, but I’m just curious, now… Have you ever touched yourself, down there?“ You gasped at his question and panicked, you had never done such a thing; it was frowned upon by the church. You heard only MEN done that sort of thing.

No, I’ve never done it.“ You silently thanked Wanda for magically removing your body hair, you had confessed it was god awful and uncomfortable after talking to her about your feelings for Bucky.

May I kiss you, Y/N?“ There was no point saying yes, you were leaning down already.

As your lips connected, you felt his hands in your hair and on your body, you timidly placed your hands against neck and shoulders, not knowing where to put them.

Bucky’s lips glided against yours, you felt him gently suck your bottom lip between his, his tongue swiping against yours, coaxing a moan from your chest as your arched your back and pressed your chest against his. He took advantage of your open-mouthed moan and glided his tongue against yours with perfect pressure. You felt his hand leave your hair and grip your other hip, moving them so your center ground against his crotch. You let out a quiet squeak as you felt pleasure building in your core.

Bucky disconnected your lips, ”That’s it kitten, let me hear you, be audible.“ The vibrations from his chest going straight through you. He drug your hips down, his hard cock making contact with your soft clothed core, you let out another high pitched sigh and threw your head back. Bucky took advantage of the expanse of skin and attacked it with his lips, tongue, and teeth, covering your neck in pinka purple splotches. You picked up a rhythm and rocked your hips against his groin as your hands slid up to tug on his hair, making him groan.

Would you like to try to touch yourself, doll? Or would you like me to help you?“ You grew nervous and went rigid against him, you weren’t married, this is something a married woman does with her husband. You shouldn’t have, but you wanted it.

"If you don’t, we can just continue what we’re doing, Y/N, I don’t mind. Only when you’re ready.” Bucky whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

I- I want to. I just don’t know what to do.” You gulped. 

Bucky slowly rolled you both over, resting between your soft hips in which he gripped gently. He continued to kiss from your neck to your lips, purposely neglecting them and kissing over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your jaw. He finally connected your lips as he ground his clothed cock against you.

Bucky I… Please take my clothes off, I- I need some real friction.

Your wish is my command, beautiful.

He kneeled up and took in the state of you; ruffled hair, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks, paired with a heaving chest. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he deftly untucked your shirt from your pants, feeling the whale-bone corset against his fingertips and dug his teeth into his bottom lip. He traced his fingers against the waistband of your pants and undone the buttons at the sides, slowly etching them down your thighs, when they got to your knees, he pulled your stockings with them, lifting both your legs up.

He kissed paths up to your ankles until you were bare. Your knickers were next, he took it slow, making you whine and squirm against him. He watched as your breasts heaved against the restraining fabric of your corset, so he reached behind you and unlaced your corset, pulling it over your head. (A/N you know them frilly short pantaloon lingerie things?? yeah okay carry on just google them after)

Look at you, you’re beautiful from head to toe. I’m guessing Wanda helped you…” You blushed at his words and he kissed you deeply. “Now, darling, I’m going to need you to relax, can you do that for me? I need you to use your words.

Yes, Bucky.” Your voice was small but you were panting from anticipation, and he planted a soft kiss upon your lips as he nudged your thighs apart with his large hands.

I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He mumbled, his lips ghosting against yours. He rubbed a single finger over your slit, spreading the wetness across your lower lips, you arched and gasped at his movements. He circled your clit with the same finger, dear god this feels so good, you thought. You moaned into his kiss and he groaned right back, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

He rubbed two fingers against your entrance, making sure you were wet enough and inserted his middle finger into your tight heat.

Oh gods, Y/N, you’re so wet, and tight- fuck…” He continued to rock his fingers back and forth, curling them upwards, and he hit a spot that made you moan so loudly he had to cover your mouth with his own.

Oh- Bucky please, k-keep going, don’t stop.” You panted, you were throbbing and it was unbearable, there was a knot building in your tummy and it was so intense you thought you might sob.

Do you want to cum, kitten?” He cooed, you squirmed against the carpet of his cabin floor, “You want my fingers inside you as you feel yourself release?” You nodded and moaned again as you felt him add another finger and made them curl against you, his other hand coming up to your face, his placed a thumb against your mouth and you sucked on it, flicking your tongue against it, making him throw his head back in pleasure, you had no idea why he liked it so much.

He grabbed your hand from his hip, and placed your fingers against your clit, moving them in circles, you kept this up and made a joined rhythm as Bucky’s fingers hooked inside of you, hitting that special spot and you could feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter and-

Oh-oh my goodness gracious, BUCKY!” You screamed as you came over Bucky’s fingers, your juices coating them as he continued to pump them in and out of you, milking your first orgasm. He crouched over you and kissed you with such passion your heart felt like it was about to break out of your ribs.

As you came down from your climax, you felt Bucky slip his fingers out, they were slick with your wetness.

Bucky..what was that?

That, doll, was your first orgasm.” He sucked on one of them and moaned whilst keeping eye contact, it was the most erotic thing you had ever seen. He then brought the other down and teased your lips.

Taste yourself, sweetheart.

You hesitantly opened your mouth and let his finger slide in, you sucked the juices off and moaned, it was a different taste, but it was good, and as you sucked harder and swirled your tongue around the tip of his finger, Bucky replaced it with his mouth.

You became curious and reached to stroke the hard line in his pants, but he pulled your hands away and pinned them above your head.

No, no, no, darling, this evening was about you, I will teach you how to pleasure a man soon, but not now.

As he pulled away, you reached for your clothing. He ushered you to the bedroom where he retrieved a clean damp rag and wiped between your thighs, he then helped you dress again, gently squeezing your breasts and planting kisses amongst them before helping you with your corset.

You know, I could always ask Wanda if she could lend you some clothes.“ He pondered, as you pulled your stockings up your hips, followed by your pants.

I would appreciate that very much, thank you, Bucky.“ You hummed as you felt him come behind you and placed kisses against your naked shoulders; you had yet to retrieve your shirt.

I’d like to teach you how to handle a sword, dear. Would you like that?“ Bucky’s voice was low, like a whisper, as if he only wanted you to hear.

Of course! Most pirates fight with a sword, don’t they?

Indeed, let me show you the multiple swords I possess, I have one in mind for you.“ He lead you by the hand to the cupboard by the door of his cabin. He plucked a large sword with a black handle from a row.

This,“ He held it out from handle to blade. ”is Renee, she will be your new companion and second in command if things get dirty.“ He placed the sword in your hand and stepped back, letting you examine it.

She’s beautiful, so… When do we start training, Captain James?“ You smiled up at him, he bent down and kissed you deeply.

After supper.


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Chemistry | Part 1 | COLE SPROUSE X READER

Description: When Camila hosts a viewing part for the season 1 premiere of Riverdale, the reader find out that the fans ship her and Cole together on and off screen. So she decides to have some fun with it.

Word Count: 1972

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Chemistry isn’t something you can fake no matter how good of an actress or actor you are. You either have it or you don’t and I’ve yet to find to a way to create it if it’s just not there.

I’m pretty sure the main reason I got my job on Riverdale was because of the chemistry I had with my co-star, Cole Sprouse. I auditioned for the role of a girl who played his character Jughead’s love interest on the show, so it was important to the casting director that whoever played this character got along with Cole.

Cole was in the room reading lines with the people auditioning for the role and it became inherently obvious within the first 20 seconds that we had great chemistry and similar interests.

I walked into the room wearing dark wash jeans and a black and white flannel with white converse. Cole stood up straight off of the table he was leaning against and looked me up and down. He too was wearing dark wash jeans and a black and white flannel with white converse, though he made it look one hundred times better than I did.

Cole broke out in a grin and chuckled. “I like your style…” he trailed off not knowing my name.

“(Y/N),” I supplied him with a smile of my own. “And thank you I like yours as well. Great minds think alike and I have a great one,” I said with a wink.

The people in the room all let out a laugh at my response. Cole walked up to me and reached a hand out. “Well nice to meet you (Y/N) I’m Cole Sprouse and I’ll be one of your co-stars if you get this role.”

I firmly grasped his reached out hand and shook it firmly. “Nice to meet you too Cole though I already knew your name. I don’t live under a rock.”

And the rest as they say is history.  I got a call the next day saying I got the part and showed up to set the following week. That was a year ago.

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Why do I ship Barbossa x Jack

I have seen POTC for the first time last week, and I really enjoyed it! But there are so few tags about this ship and I’m wondering why. Btw I haven’t seen Dead Men Tell No Tales yet, I’ll add some stuff if there is for Barbossa and Jack. So, where do I begin…

  • Haha they want to kill each other how cute
  • The scenario of the third movie is basically Barbossa saying “ok welp time to save this dumbass from death”
  • They are close to each other like twenty time a movie THAT GIF IM SORRY BUT WOW JUST KISS GUYS

(that gif is not mine, original post there: http://scumlow.tumblr.com/post/22374517619)

  • they are children. They both want to be captain, they both are ready to do crazy stuff (like being eaten by a goddamn kraken or marrying people during a fight), they both never surrender during their fights, even when it’s something stupid like a telescope contest.
  • they have a past together, as the two leaders of the Black Pearl.
  • *cough*
  • their conversation about the world being too small <3
  • Barbossa’s tale when they’re tied up to trees in the fourth movie broke my heart, and Jack’s one too I guess.
  • they save each other sometimes, even though they don’t have to. 

- What-are-you-doin’ 

- What are YOU doin’

- No, what AAARRRRRE YOUUU DOIN’ 

- WHATAREYOUDOIN’

- No, what ARE YAA DOIN’

- WHATAREYADOIN’

  • they literally have been in a bed together once, with no one else around but a skeleton. Yeah nothing happened I know but, dudes, we create otps with less than that
  • When they are judging you, they do it together

“you’re not playing with us you scurvy dog”

  • Even though they kinda hate each other, they will always end up reunited on a boat and ready to kick some butts together
  • that’s all
  • i ship it
  • i call that sparrossa as long as no one has a better idea for the ship name

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Anakin killing the Tusken tribe and Padme's reaction?

I’ll tackle Padme’s reaction to it first, cause for a lot of people that’s where they can’t see where she’s coming from.

Padme comes from a well off, loving family. Her older sister has two small children who adore their aunt and her parents clearly think very highly of her career and love her very much. Family is very important to Padme so when she hears that Anakin’s mother is in danger – or at the very least that he perceives her to be in danger– she goes with Anakin to check on her, because this is Anakin’s family and that means something to her. He shouldn’t have to be cut off from his family just to keep her safe. When she comes back to Tatooine, they go looking for Shmi, who Padme remembers as the kind older woman who took complete strangers into her home, feed them even though she had literally nothing to her name, and helped them get the parts needed to fix their ship so they could go to the core and eventually save Naboo.

Padme knows she didn’t do anything after that to help Shmi Skywalker. Maybe she tried, maybe she didn’t, but the bottom line is this: she did not help this woman who helped her, her people, and then let her son go off with them. She left Shmi Skywalker in chains. That’s on her – and she knows it. They go to Watto and find out she was sold on and then freed. To Padme, that’s good news – Shmi was freed and then found love! Something good came from her struggles.

But then they get to the Lars homestead and find that Shmi has been taken by Tusken Raiders. The only thing that Padme knows about these people is that they came to a moisture farm in the middle of nowhere, abducted someone, and then killed members of the rescue party that went after Shmi and crippled Cleigg Lars. Maybe if she has a particularly good memory she remembers that they were also shooting at the racers during the podrace that Anakin was in when he was nine and apparently they do it so often that it’s accepted as a normal thing to watch for during said races. Either way, all she knows of them is that they are violent, dangerous, and malicious. They came to Shmi’s home and took her from her family property – it wasn’t like she was in the middle of the wastes and they took her from there, no, they came to Shmi’s home to take her.

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I’ve been pretty quiet the last couple days. This is me laying low. But this post and all the lovely comments was brought to my attention this morning and I sort of feel the need to defend myself. From shippers. and yes I’m going to be bitter. I think I’m allowed that. 

There’s a couple things I take issue with because, you see, I was in many of your shoes not even a week ago. Pretty innocently shipping with very little to no threats from antis. Antis being mad made me happy because, for the most part, their anger was empty bullshit. It made me want to ship harder. However. What myself, Jess and Lauren have received is not empty, angry anti bullshit. My last name, Lauren’s last name and my place of work were dropped into my inbox by some anonymous person with the CLEAR message that if we continued to ship the way we do, my job was going to be threatened. That is not an empty threat. Realistically, do I think my boss would care that I ship? No. Does it stop me from being absolutely terrified that this random anonymous psycho now knows my last name? Hell fucking no. The minute you know someone’s name, you know their address, their phone number, their family members names, all thanks to google. Lauren has a child with one on the way. She has a family, a life, all of which are now threatened. And why? Because she ships. I don’t wish our last couple days on anyone and certainly I don’t wish it on any other shippers but you know what? I do wonder if any of you would be doing a happy dance that antis are mad if your privacy was suddenly under attack. I also wonder if you’d be as annoyed as I am that other shippers, who I thought had our backs, were now partying and shipping even harder because the antis are mad. I don’t think you’d be super happy if the tables were turned. Their anger is now threatening real people. Lauren, Jess and I are not just blogs. 

So while all of you are so happy that the antis are mad, we are terrified. We’re scared to ship again. I’m scared to take my blog off private. I’m really paranoid. I made a separate locked twitter account so I can ship in peace without the fear of being quite literally stalked and harassed. But quite frankly shipping is the last thing I’m worried about. In my mind, this has nothing to do with “the ship.” This goes way beyond the ship. 

Are there things the three of us, as shippers, could have done differently? Maybe. Depends on who you talk to. Sam doesn’t seem to mind us tweeting him all the time. None of you seemed to mind that we were so active when he was faving our shippery tweets. Personally? I have no regrets on how I ship. I’m not afraid to speak my mind because, for the last 3 years or so, I didn’t think there was going to be any serious consequence. Which is how all of you are living your lives on this ship. Without consequence. Some part of me is really happy for you. I’m glad you can all ship without consequence, without nasty threats being dropped into your inbox (and that’s how it SHOULD be. But it’s not so here we are.) It’s really easy to “ignore” when the threats are not personal. 

The other part of me though is really sad. I’m sad, I’m frustrated as hell, I’m annoyed, I’m angry and I’m resentful. Partly because I can’t ship the way you guys get to and I miss it. I want to be able to. But also because, somehow through no fault of our own, Lauren, Jess and I have big red targets on our backs. Everything we do is screen capped and analyzed and ridiculed. Everything. Don’t believe me? Go take a gander at some of the more well known “anti” blogs. Just yesterday I was having my name smeared all over one of them for something I had no part in or knowledge of. And before this happened, I was able to laugh at it because it was just so ridiculous but suddenly none of it seems super funny to me. So while all of you get to ship and enjoy and have fun, we have to make a choice. We have to make a choice about whether or not we even want to continue with our blogs. Whether or not this ship, which used to be a happy place for all of us, is worth continued threats, continued harassment, continued bullying, continued screen capping etc. Potentially more doxxing. Spoiler alert: it’s 100% not worth that. Because if we decide to leave, antis are not going away. They’ll just choose new targets. 

I’m not looking for pity with this post so please don’t try it. But I am looking for a bit of understanding, a little less “stay strong” and “just ignore and keep shipping” and a LOT less “YAY ANTIS ARE MAD TIME TO PARTYYY!!!!”

New Carver/Merrill ship blog!

Do you ship Merrill/Carver? Struggling to find fanart or fanfic for the pairing for you to enjoy? Or have you created art or fic for the pairing, and struggle to reach other people who also ship this rare pair?

Then look no further – @carvermerrill is the place to come for all your shipping needs! We’ve only been around for a few days, but we have some great content lined up to share with you – so come and check us out! 

1) What will you be featuring?

Fanart, fanfic, headcanons, meta, you name it! The goal is to feature works that have Carver/Merrill as the primary (or only) pairing, because it is so hard to find, even though there’s plenty of it out there.

If you have ever created anything Carver/Merrill ever, please do submit it to us or drop us a message and we WILL feature it! 

In time, we are also hoping to run fic and fanart giveaways and events. Drop us an ask (anon or otherwise) with any suggestions for what you want to see!

Please note we will NOT be posting anything that only has Carver/Merrill as a background ship or background mention. There’s enough of that on AO3.

2) Why have you created this blog? 

Because they’re my rare pair OTP, and because people have complained that it’s almost impossible to find content for this pairing, even though there is plenty of content out there – it just gets drowned out by other things, or lost.

For example, at this point in time, out of the 179 fanfics currently in the Carver/Merrill tag on AO3, only 72 are actually Carver/Merrill fics. That’s only 40% of fics tagged Carver/Merrill that relate to the pairing – making them EXTREMELY difficult to find for people who want to read them. 

Also, there are so many ship names for the pairing that finding fanart is tricky. I personally am most familiar with the ship name “Carrill”, but I’ve also seen things tagged “Merver”, “Carvrill”, “Carvermerrill” and “Marver”. 

So… after the fourth or fifth person who lamented to me that they’d been looking for Carver/Merrill content for ages but just couldn’t find it, I decided to create this blog to keep it all in one place! 

3) Will you tag, and if so, what? 

Anything that depicts Carver/Merrill as the primary pairing – and in a positive light will be featured, so Templar Carver, Warden Carver, Act 1 Carver, or AU Carver and Merrill – all of it will be featured and tagged appropriately. 

Background pairings/ships will also be tagged, so that anyone who wants to filter out a background NOTP is free to do so! No ship hate for any other ship here! Just let us know if there’s anything else you’d like us to tag. 

NSFW fanart or fic will be tagged as such, although we’re currently debating how explicit we should allow, content-wise. 

4) All sounds great! Where can I find you again? 

Awesome! Come visit and follow us at carvermerrill.tumblr.com, and we will be delighted to have you! 

anonymous asked:

I'm new here, sorry to bother, but why won't answer any paperfresh questions?

Warning: Long post so yeah… hence why the read more o-o

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