especially since i see it on my dash as i post this

It astounds me how often we fail at being able to comprehend two complex concepts at the same time.

I’ve been seeing this post going around in two forms, about how Rogue One (which I have yet to see, so please NO SPOILERS) has an extreme lack of women (including background characters). That’s a really good, important point to discuss. And then there’s a post bashing that same article, pointing to the fact that the film highlights many non-white men and dismissing the article as white feminism.

No.

Both of these may be correct.

The ability of a film to have great representation for men of different races, creeds, abilities and backgrounds does not for a moment contradict the inability of the film to have adequate representation for women of any race, creed, ability or background.

This is why I hate the “trash fire” all-or-nothing mentality. It cannot cope with the notion that something can be good and bad at the same time, in different corners and contexts. For example: something can be great for racial representation and terrible for LGBTQ+ representation. The former does not automatically make the thing great; the latter does not automatically make the thing terrible. (Key word: automatically.)

Not only that, things can have different meanings to different people based on their different experiences. For someone mixed race Asian-white, a main character like Chloe Bennet’s on Agents of SHIELD may be hugely important. For someone black, the show’s troubling history of killing off most of its black characters may be deeply problematic. Neither is wrong. 

Personal experiences shape our interpretations of things. Experiences are not universal. The world is not comprised of absolutes. The stunning lack of women in film (at every layer) intersects, of course, with the stunning lack of non-white people in film (at every layer), but neither is more or less important than the other. (Especially since the doubly stunning lack of non-white women in film is something we should talk about more.) It is not “white feminism” to point out that a film with ten character posters had only one devoted to a (white) woman (even if she is the lead), just because the remaining men are non-white. Nor is it misogynistic to appreciate the film’s focus on (male) non-white heroes.

Complex concepts can coexist.

Tower of Dawn

     So I think it’s time this fandom had a sit-down and talked some things out. Today’s topic: ableism. Before all of y’all start jumping on me and dismissing me and trying to say I have no right to talk about this, let me tell you a bit about myself.

     I was born with spina bifida. For those of you that don’t know that is, it’s when a baby’s spinal chord and nerves don’t develop properly. I had my first surgery to help this condition when I was eight days old. The excess amount of scar tissue in my lower back had begun to wrap around my spinal chord, which for obvious reasons is dangerous. I had the same surgery when I was four years old, and that’s when my life changed forever. I’d been able to walk before using a leg brace, but due to a mistake by the surgeon, my left leg was left paralyzed. I was a normal (and I hate using the word normal here, normal is an absolutely useless construct of society, but for lack of a better word at the moment, bear with me) kid, mobile and able to move around as I pleased, and then I couldn’t. I’ve been using a wheelchair since then. I’m not telling you guys this because I want pity. I don’t. I’ve accepted it as part of my life, and I love myself just the way I am. This little explanation is here so you guys can understand exactly where I’m coming from when you read the rest of this post. So with all this in mind, here goes my not-so-little rant.

     DISCLAIMER: I will be calling people out in this post and tagging them because I am done. 1000%, completely fucking done with this fandom. And if this causes a shitstorm, fuck it, because this needs to be said and this fandom needs to learn to stop being hypocritical pieces of crap.

     I love these books. I love Sarah’s writing in general,  and I would read literally anything she wrote. These books, Aelin’s story, Feyre’s story, are so important to me. I don’t have words to describe how much they mean to me. I love talking about them and healthy and constructive conversations about them. And some of the jokes that have been made  by the fandom are some of favorites. I’ve made some of them myself. I’ll joke alongside all of you about wingspans and gold nightgowns for as long as you want.

     I want to make something perfectly clear: this rant is in no way a reflection of my thoughts about her books. This post is exclusively about the fandom’s disgusting behavior.

     So let’s start with this post that I saw earlier.



     Disability is not kinky.

     For those of you that can’t understand that, let me repeat it.

     Disability is not kinky.

     DISABILITY. IS. NOT. KINKY.

     This whole post is horrifyingly ableist. And before you guys start claiming that “I have disabled relatives, I can’t be ableist!” (@rowan-stole-my-heart, I’m looking at you. Remember that conversation last year? Nice to know you’re still disgusting), that’s like saying “I have African-American friends, therefore I can’t be racist!”, which is such an inherently flawed line of arguing that it would require a whole other post to address, so I’ll just say don’t try it. I can’t even begin to fathom the mental process all of these people went through to think that this was even remotely acceptable in any way, shape, or form, so let me break this down and explain to you why this isn’t.

     This, my horrifyingly inconsiderate friends, is a form of fetishism. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, fetishism is the pathological displacement of erotic interest and satisfaction to a fetish. Now that you know what that is, let’s move on.

     This whole fandom has been complaining about a lack of diversity in Sarah’s books since I joined the fandom. Diversity doesn’t just mean POC, which is exactly what this fandom conveniently forgets. Diversity includes POC, people with mental illness, people with physical disability, LGBT+ people, and so much more. And when Sarah finally adds someone who embodies a slice of that diversity, you all have the gall to reduce his situation to sex jokes. All I can say is how dare you. How dare you reduce someone’s life and reality to a kink, to something to be made fun of, to something that spices up your dash and makes it NSFW just because you wanted to make fun of a book cover you probably weren’t satisfied with. In doing so you are insulting the thousands upon thousands of people that are in the same situation. You’re reducing them – reducing me – to a fantasy that you can use and then dismiss the next moment, without regard for anyone’s feelings. Do you have any idea how difficult of a topic sex is for people with disabilities? We are laughed at for wanting sex. Our anxiety when it comes to that is ten times that of any able-bodied person, simply because we don’t fit into the box that society wants to shove everyone into. And you’re making it that much worse because you have the audacity to think the fact that someone can’t move their legs is funny.

     It hurts. Reading that post hurt like hell. Because in your eyes – in society’s eyes – people like me aren’t human. We’re just something to ride, right? Yeah, I didn’t miss that little gem of a comment, @readinglikewildfire.

     And because I know this is coming, no, Chaol isn’t just a character.

     But you know what, I get it. It’s just sex, right? A small joke made, no harm done.

     Wrong.

     You’re perpetuating yet another harmful concept cooked up by a disgustingly ableist society. Sorry, but your privilege and utter ignorance are showing. I will concede a bit and agree that we can treat fiction for what it is – something that isn’t real – up to a certain point. But you guys just crossed a line. For those of you saying that you feel guilty for laughing, you absolutely fucking should, because this shit isn’t funny.

     The fact is if that post had been making fun of race or mental illness, then the fandom would have ripped these people to shreds and they would have been reported many, many times over. But it’s not, and instead I can count on my fingers the number of people that stood up to say this was wrong, because it’s just another wheelchair joke, right? Who cares? To those that did, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially @throne-of-omg-the-feels and @midnight-wonder.​ It’s nice to know there’s still some hope for humanity left. And to @nerdperson524, I agree with you. People do need a laugh, even those that live their lives stuck in chairs. But that post? It’s downright offensive.

     So that’s it. I’m done blowing things out of proportion, as some of you will say. If you think I should have approached you privately and messaged you about this instead of publicly calling you out, then maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have PUBLICLY insulted mocked degraded an entire subset of the human population. And maybe that makes me a bad person. It certainly means I’m not being the bigger person. And I could honestly care less. I am tired. So sick and tired of constantly being the bigger person, of just staying quiet when I see things like this because what’s the use? The entire world is filled with this shit and it’s not like I can fight every time I see this kind of injustice. Nothing’s going to change, no matter what I do. But this? This is where I draw the line. Congratulations.


@crochanblackbeak @feysandsmut @the-bookish-soul @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @abraxoswyvernnn @carrion-princess

✨ february fanfics!! ✨

» After the Storm by ofthedells

Allura, Pidge, Hunk, Lance and Keith go camping.

» bad communication by calliopinaround

“Can we, like, stop speaking in code now actually, because I’m not anymore certain than I was two minutes ago that we’re talking about the same thing and I just want to know if you’re saying you like me back or if I just maybe read way too much into this entire conversation and made that part up?”

» Block, Punch, Dodge by chasing_the_sterek

In which Lance is a secret badass, Keith is surprisingly not as emotionally constipated as normal and everyone cheats at least little bit.

» Dancing Lions, Painted Wings by genericfanatic

Years after peace has been made between the Galran and Altean kingdoms, The witch Haggar comes for vengeance. The young symbol of peace, the half-galran, half-altean Prince Kalor is lost.

» galaxies in your eyes, flowers in my heart by Elysabeth

Lance meets his neighbor, grows flowers, almost dies, paints the universe and falls in love. Not necessarily in this order.

» Ghost of the Future by wittyy_name & Zizzani

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.

This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he’s distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith.

» Heart on Fire by dumpsterdiva 

Recipe for this fic:
1 peaceful morning jog in the park
1 auto-mechanic hothead keith
1 soccer player sinamonroll™ lance
2 cups mutual pining
A dash of angst
All the sugar in the world
Way too many bad pick-up lines
And a burn so slow you could slow roast a whole Kaltenecker

» He Sleeps in the Sky of Ice by jadencross

It’s been three months since the plan to rescue Allura, and Team Voltron has finally found each other again.

Well, almost.

» He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

When Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.

» how will you know its good (because you never do) by mayerwien

Keith and Lance make a 1 AM pilgrimage to Jollibee, Keith questions everything in the known universe, and Lance just wants to eat his gravy and carbs in peace.

» i just want you to know who i am by Kyoshu_Koi

“It’s you!” Keith screamed, “It’s always been you.”

» it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way by mayerwien

Dear Mr. Coran,

I am writing to entrust to you the care and supervision of the young man who will be working with our custodial team starting this coming Tuesday. The young man’s name, as I’m sure you already know, is Keith.

» Laughter Lines by tibetanturnips

Keith and Lance have visited Earth a few times since they became paladins twenty years ago. This time will be the hardest.

“I’ll see you in the future when we’re older and we are full of stories to be told.”

» let the whole world know by redburn

Your soulmates first words said to you are inked on your wrist at birth.

Except now Keith decided he wasn’t going to wait for his soulmate to come along, instead he was more keen on asking out the cute barista who worked near their campus.

» Love and Other Questions by squirenonny

Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)

» never saw you coming by dimpleforyourthoughts

Three months in space on his own would have been fine. Three months in space with Lance McClain is a whole other fucking story.

» Of booty shorts and injuries by Queerswimming

Keith and Lance unexpectedly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.

» Pillars of Doubt by Sarolonde

Lance’s wild, carefree smile is missing and he’s isolating himself. Keith hates it, he misses Lance but doesn’t know how to fix it, especially when he can barely cope with his own problems. 

» Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name & Zizzani

When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.

He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much.

» The Canvas Effect by neadevar

Lance Mcclain is desperate to find his niche in the world, thought he might have when he discovered he had a soulmate. Only his soulmate seems to be a dick.

» the currents you create by theoddoodisnude

Some days, he woke up even more tired than he’d been when he’d gone to sleep, and willing his body to go through the motions was just—tough. Like wading through thigh-high water or running on soft sand that gave under the soles of his feet.

» The Hunt is Over by lilythechessie

Along the road to making the world a better place by taking down any and all Galra, Lance runs into love in the dark of night on a motor bike. Literally.

» this love has a heartbeat by ashmes

Keith has never really paid any mind to grand romantic gestures, let alone big celebrations and days dedicated to them. It didn’t make sense to him back then on Earth, still doesn’t make sense to him now that they’ve all been invited to the Festival of Love.

» together by RainPhee

Not a single member of Voltron was ready to be taking care of an alien baby themselves.

But that’s what they got.

» Voluntary Drowning by GhostFox

“Oh my god, are you always this annoying?” Keith fists a hand in his hair, tugging lightly as he tries to convince himself that the tingling in his stomach is frustration and not because the dumb quirk at the corner of Lance’s lips is kind of cute.

“Only with people who are cute when they’re mad,” he says easily, as if his own stupid words don’t embarrass him at all. Keith, however, tries to ignore how hot his cheeks feel and blame it on the sun.

“I hope you do drown.”

» you are the sun, and I am the moon (and we will never collide) by dreamingunderthetstars

Lance was Keith’s sun, and Keith was Lance’s moon.

Chasing after one another for eternity, never stopping, only running, and wising that for once, just for a little while, if they could collide.

Keep reading

long distance reddie au

ok ok so to set the scene, eddie is in college w the rest of the losers club in nyc. richie is in california. ALSO I WAS GOING TO WRITE THIS AS A FIC BUT i figured headcanons would work too!! Also this is incredibly long,,, again. Im sorry rip.


- One day in lecture, Eddie sits down to this girl with short red hair and freckles. Like practically everyone else, she is on her laptop scrolling down some website and not paying any attention to the professor. Eddie can’t help but notice the website she is on and he kinda just stares at her screen for a bit. Obviously, the girl feels someone’s eyes on her so she turns and sees Eddie staring. 

- Eddie immediately gets embarrassed and apologizes. She smiles and tells him it’s fine. Then she also asks if he has a Tumblr. Eddie is like ?? A Tumblr??

- The girl gets like personally offended by his question. After lecture is over and Eddie is about to leave, the girl grabs his wrist and yanks Eddie up from his seat. Eddie is honestly really confused and he asks what she’s doing. She replies, “We’re going back to my dorm to set you up a Tumblr!”

- Then from that day forward, Eddie has been obsessed with Tumblr. Also, he made some pretty cool friends like Beverly Marsh. But anyways, back to his Tumblr. He runs a pastel aesthetic type blog with some Studyblr posts (He’s stressed and wants his lecture notes to look nice oKAY??) 

- One day, while scrolling down his dash, he sees a blog with the URL of ‘trashmouth.’ Eddie is extremely confused because he doesn’t follow any blogs like that one and he doesn’t know why it’s in his recommended section.

- He decides to click on it because he is curious. Much to Eddie’s surprise, it’s all shitposts and memes. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t surprised, the URL was trashmouth for crying out loud.

- Eddie accidentally hits the follow button when he’s clicking off of the blog. Literally, in like 0.02 seconds he gets a message from trashmouth and a follow back.

- Literally. the entire message is ‘SO DO YOU LIKE MEMES?’

- Eddie is basically like, “Shit, we’re mutuals now. I can’t just unfollow.” 

- Eddie responds back to the blog and is like ‘Uh yeah.’  

- Eddie is honestly so intrigued by this trashmouth guy?? He was stalking his blog and Eddie found out his name is Richie, he lives in California and is actually pretty good looking (YeS HE WAS STALKING RICHIE’S SELFIE TAG.)

- Ever since that message, Richie and Eddie become friends. They’re constantly tagging each other in funny posts, study tips, and literally always messaging on either Tumblr or iMessage.

- One day, Richie suggests they video chat. Eddie is kinda nervous but he agrees to anyways. Is he is secretly catching feelings for this trashmouth?? The answer is yES.

- The first thing Richie says in the video chat is, “Wow Eds, you’re really cute.”

- Eddie gets really rosy and Richie laughs at him. Eddie literally can’t help it though, he always gets flustered when someone compliments him, especially if it’s someone he LIKES.

- Then like maybe two months later, the two have gotten much closer where they’re practically video chatting every day. 

- Then one day on video chat, Richie is just like: ‘I really wish we could date.’’ and then he immediately covers up his mouth like he just exposed Victoria for her secret.  Eddie gets a little embarrassed as well but he decides he likes seeing a flustered Richie. He decides to go, “Richie will you be my boyfriend?”

- Richie’s eyes practically pop out of his face. He obviously says yes.

- During the midterm season, the two are always facetiming and helping each other study and quizzing each other!!

- Eddie always gushes about his boyfriend to Bev during lecture. She loves hearing about them.

- buT THEN ONE DAY,,, Eddie and Richie get into a fight? Like it’s a really stupid petty fight but they both take it pretty seriously?? They end up not talking for a few weeks

- Richie is secretly losing his mind because he really misses Eddie. Like seriously really really really misses Eddie.

- That’s when he gets a message from some girl named Beverly?? Who claims to be Eddie’s friend?? And she haS  A PLAN??

- Okay so basically Bev’s mastermind plan is to fly Richie out to NYC and have Richie and Eddie make up in person.

- Richie thinks Bev is insane. But also he lowkey really wants to see Eddie so he agrees to it.

- Like three days later, Eddie is really concerned because he still hasn’t gotten any messages from Richie. He’s sitting in his dorm and he’s on mobile literally just about to message Richie when he hears a knock on his door

- “Hey, Eds.”

- Eddie literally just about passes the fuck out. Like there he is!!! Richie fucking Tozier!!! In the flesh!!! Not a computer screen!!!

- Richie doesn’t even get a chance to say another word because Eddie jumps onto him and kisses him like full on.

- In the end, they’ve made up, met, and literally love each other so much. Eddie has to thank fate and his great friend Beverly Marsh for introducing him to Tumblr and to the user trashmouth.

- tHE END



also!!! feel free to add onto this lol idc

anonymous asked:

how do you draw tears?

Hi, Anon! I’ll do my best to walk you through my thought process. 

(This post got kinda long, so if you’re not up for reading, here are kawacy’s process breakdown and JaneMere’s Water Drops Tutorial o/)

Tears as seen in real life are…pretty uninteresting, tbh so to make them look more feel-inducing than reality, it helps to exaggerate, especially when it comes to size and contrast

Here are some things I consider when sketching:

I like to keep it to two trickles per eye flowing from the corners to, but by no means is that a rule. To give tears a sense of weight, I draw them as thin streams that gather into large droplets depending on where gravity is taking them. 

You might want to push the size even further so that they’re more visible at a distance. Context and mood is also an important thing to consider; as a general guideline, thinner lines imply delicacy while gushing waterfalls are usually more comical. Feel free to let anime/cartoons/comics (etc etc) be your guide, since they can go really heavy on the exaggeration for a wider range of expression. Have some Mako Mankanshoku tears from Kill la Kill as an example!

Awww :’D
I mean
Awww D’: 

Anyways, once I have my sketch down, I go ahead and block them out. I’m using a white tinted with blue for color contrast from the warm colors of the skin, but it doesn’t matter that much if you lower the opacity as much as I have. In any case, I don’t want to use my whitest white yet since I’m saving that for shiny highlights.

I then duplicate my block-in, darken the layer, then erase from inside the shapes I made. This is my “line art” of sorts.

Time to shade! Since tears are essentially water, I treat them like gemstones/translucent objects. Similar to shiny materials like metal, there’s a high-contrast transition between light and shadow in both edges and value, but with transparent objects, light passes through them, bounces around, and “gathers” on the side opposite of the surface that’s receiving the light, like so: 

Not the most amazing rendering in the world, but I hope it gets my point across x’D

Moving on!

To compensate the loss of detail from zooming out, I use black to amp up the contrast (doubly important since I’m using a pale-skinned person in my example). If that’s too harsh for you, feel free to play around with colors and opacity. (Again with the whole emotional context thing. Adapt to the situation!) You can even use a soft brush or put the shading through a blur filter, but I usually choose to keep the edges hard because again, contrast.

Now for the fun part: highlights! Shine bright like a diamond : DDD

Amping up the contrast some more by breaking out the whites! I suppose you could stop here, but this still isn’t shiny enough for me yet, >:3c

I go over the edges of the tears with white to punctuate how ridiculously shiny they are. I also like to throw in some bright reds/oranges reflecting off the droplets to imply healthy, glowing skin as well as a dash of a cooler color for general environmental lighting. I also added some cast shadows to the tears. Not terribly dark, since light passes through the tears as opposed to being blocked out.

Again, while I am basing my decisions off real-life principles, a lot of these choices are highly stylistic. Whether you’re drawing small, have time constraints or you’re just plain lazy, you can always pick and choose! This is just my current approach, so while you’re free to try out my workflow if you literally have no idea what you’re doing, I do encourage you to experiment to see what appeals you personally.

Hope this helps! Honestly, I’m quite flattered that anyone would ask me how I draw things :’D
If anyone does end up using this guide, poke me and show me what you’ve come up with; I’d love to see :D

Daddy Devil  { Dominance }

<– [Prologue] | [Submission] –>

Words: 5,630

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Warnings: Daddy kink, bondage, bdsm, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh

Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~

In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3


You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn down the strange offers, and had finally managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.

Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes, but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are allowed to travel freely…for the most part.

Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.

Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples between your fingers.

Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful as he stakes his claim, making you his.

“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked, and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.

One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.

Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your opening, coating yourself in your wetness.

However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man sitting there, smirk on his face.

And not just any man…its Jungkook.

“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.

“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that he can tell how red your face has turned.

For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone. It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and if you’d ever known him at all.

“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.

But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you here?”

Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many questions.”

Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted chest.

“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.

His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to stop spinning.

“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from your apartment window.

“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.

“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you match his gaze, eyes ablaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god. “Put me down this instant!”

“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away from him.

“Wai–!”

Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the fading city below.

Jungkook!” you scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled with undeniable hunger.

“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I can’t lay my claim.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?

“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on, Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs to see what it is I’ve got going on.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”

“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”

Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance, his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.

“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my domain, I promise I’ll show just how wrong you are…”

You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to imagine—but more importantly…

“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where the fuck are you taking me?”

“To your daddy devil.”

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For @artemis-rae​ A collection of Percy/Annabeth set in canon universe. welcome back to the fandom! We missed you! Some of this fics were written in canon universe before the the last books came out, so now it can be also considered au’s. I didn’t included any fic from @greenconverses because I’ve a feeling you have read them all. 


Privacy by books4belle

“Do you know the best thing about living in Cabin 3?” Percy slid his cheek along hers and brought his mouth close to her ear so he could whisper the answer: “Privacy.” Set between Last Olympian and The Lost Hero.

Things We Could Be by @rongasm

Three times that Annabeth is prematurely called Mrs. Jackson and one time that it’s long overdue.

Where We Go From Here by icy roses

How much of love depends on memory? Percy/Annabeth, post-TLH

Waiting for Tomorrow to Come by whispered touches

“Love is not knowing what you have until it’s gone.” Annabeth takes her time before she speaks, and “I love you” is no different. But she’ll regret her silence. Pre-TLH through SoN. One-shot.

Something Blue by @starksgrace

It’s five years after the Giant War and Percy has a question.

Rite of Passage by @ignitesthestars

Annabeth and Percy have dinner with Sally and Paul for the first time after they get together.

After by @ignitesthestars

It’s like this every time. She can remember thinking, four years ago now, that she didn’t know if it hurt more being with him, or without him. And every time the months and the distance stretches out a little further between them, she convinces herself that they’re definitely better apart. That a scarred heart is better than an open wound with him lodged inside it.

And then they see each other again, and she’s pitched right back into that uncertainty. Three and a half years should be enough to get over a boy, shouldn’t it?

A story of how Annabeth and Percy fell apart, and what it took to piece them back together.

Stained by @ignitesthestars

Annabeth has never baked cookies before. Percy decides to rectify this.

The Perils of Being Alone by @ignitesthestars​ 

Set in some indeterminable post-Heroes of Olympus time. Annabeth and Percy realise that, for the first time in a very long time, they’re actually alone. With no chance of being interrupted. Banging ensues. (Explicit)

Table, Interrupting by Burst-ofSILENCE

Like many other things, it’s Percy and Annabeth’s fault why the Hedge hologram on Buford keeps yelling “PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!” Or: a continuing saga on how Percy and Annabeth can’t make out in peace. Percy/Annabeth

Witnesses by AnnabethLuna

Percy and Annabeth probably thought they were being subtle, but everyone knew about them even before they did. These are their “moments” from the perspectives of the people who just happened to be watching. Viewpoints include Beckendorf, Silena, Malcolm, Michael, Rachel, and more.

A Kiss for Luck by @suchastart

It’s all you can think about this summer: kissing Percy Jackson. Which is a total waste of energy, because there is entirely too much for you to think about. Kronos. The Titans. Mount Olympus. And while you’re trying to focus on all these other, more important things—like not dying—Percy Jackson walks around with his stupid, clueless face.

can’t you feel my heartbeat by @seaweedbraens

trusting is hard for demigods, and to love is even harder. percy and annabeth don’t have it easy. [bits and pieces from all the books :: percy/annabeth]

Tattoo by ricecookerwritings

She had disliked the tattoo from the start. It ignites their first argument since the reunion, but the patching up opens her eyes to new things. Set during the first day of MoA, all the culture clash, misunderstandings and comfort fluff I personally missed in the book. Bonus dash of Hazel/Annabeth friendship. One-shot.

All These Versions by conniehdez

They were together. They were alive. They were happy (ignoring the angry horde of Romans). Isn’t that what they were in all her scenarios? Together, alive, happy? Annabeth’s wasted plans to say “I love you”. 

Everything by conniehdez

This is better. This – lying down on Percy’s bunk in Cabin 3 on a lazy summer afternoon, him hovering over her as though scared she might break, kissing to their heart’s content – is so much better. This is everything. Pre-TLH, Percabeth.

may the bridges i have burned light my way back home by @lesbabeths

Though no one can go back and make a brand new start,
anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.

par for the course by @lesbabeths

She kind of wishes she could look away, but there’s nowhere else to look, because there’s an the elderly lady in the aisle next to them looking for soap who keeps scoffing at them and shooting them scandalized looks, and she’s also fairly certain that if she spares a glance at Percy, she’ll spontaneously combust from mortification and all that will be left of her is a sizzling pile of ashes on the floor.

Sight of the Sun by @psychohannahlyze

All things considered, Annabeth figured she did an okay job as a young mother.

Annabeth Wins a Bet by @bananannabeth

Not for the first time in her life, Annabeth wondered if she was the butt of some cosmic joke. She’d barely gotten into her story (which was definitely going to win the bet, come on) when her cousin Magnus interrupted her with some nonsense about Norse gods. Because of course the Chase family wasn’t complicated enough as it was.

Impossible Year by @bananannabeth

Percy and Annabeth lean on each other to recover after Tartarus, but as the rest of their friends slowly settle back into a semblance of normalcy they realise that maybe they’re holding each other back from healing. Scared of being too codependent and hurting in ways she doesn’t want Percy to see, Annabeth makes the painful decision to take a break – a choice which impacts Percy, all of their friends and herself in ways she’d never imagined.

Annabeth Loses Sleep by @bananannabeth

Annabeth was exhausted. She was trying to do way too many things at once, and she barely had time to catch her breath. So when the opportunity to get to sleep while her watch still said PM rather than AM came up, she was so grateful she almost burst into tears. But of course her one night of rest with Percy had to be interrupted by her butt of a cousin.

It’s A Long Way Down by @romanitas

Five times Annabeth and Percy held hands.

Eighteen Years a Hero by @romanitas

It’s Annabeth’s birthday. Everyone celebrates.

Transplant by @romanitas

Percy tags along with Annabeth on a visit to San Francisco. After the war, after Tartarus, interacting with her family is mildly surprising and weirdly grounding.

Provisional Education by @romanitas

Annabeth doesn’t know how to drive. Percy does. It’s not often he’s the one giving lessons.

Flaws by @romanitas

Percy’s always been angry. Tartarus just made it harder to hold back.

Breaking and Entering by @romanitas

Sneaking in and out of Annabeth’s dorm is always an interesting and challenging experience, for all parties involved. Especially with nuns.

And It Scares You Being Alone by @romanitas

Rachel Elizabeth Dare storms into Percy’s life at just the right moment. For him, at least, as he clings to his mortal side, leaving Annabeth alone with her thoughts on the demigod side. And okay, maybe she’s avoiding him, too, but mostly she’s just tired of losing people. Set somewhere vague in that time period between Battle of the Labyrinth and the Last Olympian.

Academics by @romanitas

Learning how to kiss is it’s own kind of homework. Probably best done away from the company of parents.

So earlier today I got rather pissed off when some rude anon who has probably never made a GIF in their lives decided to attack my friend (and one of the best GIFmakers I know) for no reason telling them not to talk about GIFmaking like it’s a big deal since it’s just taking clips from existing video. I was hoping to forget about this, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how many non-GIFmakers really do think that’s all GIFmaking is (including myself before I started making GIFs to some extent). Luckily, most people aren’t that rude about it and know not to insult content creators over a topic they actually don’t know much about…but I still feel the need to discuss some of the often lengthy effort that goes into making medium to high quality GIFs.

As a disclaimer, I’m NOT trying to be elitist and I honestly don’t consider myself one of the top tier GIFmakers. I also don’t think that GIFmakers HAVE to put in a lot of effort to alter GIFs from the original video frames if they don’t want to. It’s just a hobby where we try to capture/highlight cool moments using a severely limited and dying file format lol…so it’s really up to the individual how much they wanna put into it. However, the truth of the matter is that many GIF and graphics makers that contribute greatly to numerous fandoms DO put in a significant amount of effort to make their GIFs look different from and better than the original video.

EXAMPLES OF MY GIFS BEFORE / AFTER FILTERS & COLORING

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Hey everyone! I’m still seeing some confusion on my dash, and I haven’t seen an official post of someone confirming this so here it is.

Bii-boh-bi was NOT voiced by Jeremy. His voice actor was Dave Coulier.

However, he DID do some of the crowd. So it’s alright to still have fun, (especially since we know him saying it apparently is hilarious) just don’t get Dave confused with Jeremy! :)

Em Dashes

A lot of people use semi-colons wrong because they know there’s supposed to be a pause in their sentence that they know isn’t quite a comma, so they think it must be that mysterious semi-colon. Usually, it’s actually supposed to be an em dash (—), which in some ways is more mysterious!

The em dash is the longest of the three dashes and most often used for interruptions. Interruptions in speech, in action, in thought. It’s also a great syntax addition for fight scenes, since it makes the narrative seem quick and unexpected and jolting from side to side like a fight scene should be. Read your em dash sentences out loud until you get a feel for how its pause compares to the pause of a comma. It’s a heartbeat longer. If a comma is one beat of pause, then I see an em dash as two beats of pause.

In this first example, the em dash is used to give an aside to the reader. It’s like a btw sort of moment, which can sometimes be replaced with commas or parenthesis. I think the em dashes are most suitable when your aside is decently long.

Her neighbor, Frank, is always blasting music.

Her neighbor—the one who always blasts the music—is named Frank.

My mischievous neighbor, Vince, seemed to have a knack for graveyard cavorting.

Vince—more often called (in a raised and angry voice) Vincent Price Ramsey—seemed to have a knack for graveyard cavorting.

Next up, here’s the em dash as a replacement for the semi-colon. Kinda like a slang or shortened sentence. Semi-colons have to connect two independent clauses—meaning each side of the semi-colon could stand alone as its own complete sentence. If you don’t want to do that, try an em dash:

I thought hanging out would be great—a chance to finally see the city, just like Aunt Lillian wanted.

I thought hanging out would be great; it would be a chance to finally see the city, just like Aunt Lillian wanted.

There was a headstone hardly a foot from where I’d emerged—dark grey stone a few inches thick and maybe as high as my knee.

There was a headstone hardly a foot from where I’d emerged; it was made of dark grey stone a few inches thick and maybe as high as my knee.

Sometimes, you can use an em dash to have a speaker correct themselves, or interrupt themselves to amend their sentence.

I could see the blur of the graveyard behind him—through him—

Similar to the last example, it can be used to interrupt a sentence in order to add additional information about the sentence. Often you can use a comma in this situation, too, so try to think of syntax and how that additional beat of pause changes things. In this case, Alice has just seen a ghost for the first time, so her mind is a bit too shocked for the normal pause of a comma. Read both. Doesn’t the one with the em dash sound more shocked or surprised, while the comma makes it sound like a simple observation?

He was glowing pale—almost tinged in cold blue.

He was glowing pale, almost tinged in cold blue.

Of course, it could be an interruption. It could be someone interrupting another in speech, one action interrupting another, or a character’s thoughts interrupting themselves. Here I’ll include the sentence with the em dash and the sentence following, so you can see the thing interrupted and the interruption.

You can have an action interrupt a character’s thoughts. For the first one, Alice is in a creepy situation and completely focused on something else, so when something touches her elbow, she’s shocked out of her thoughts. For the second one, Tristan is listening for an enemy when the enemy makes a move and startles him into action.

As far as I could tell it was some kind of berry—

An icy contact on my elbow broke my resolve, and I screamed until an equally cold hand clamped over my mouth.

The night was still, and yet—

Something whistled through the air. Tristan jerked backwards, narrowly avoiding an incoming dagger.

Here we have one character interrupting another in dialogue. Pretty self-explanatory.

“I’m not going to—”

Mom’s voice in the receiver cut me off. “At least consider it.”

“After all, you’re only a—”

“If you even say girl,” I interrupted, “I’ll stab you, I swear.”

The next one is part of a fight scene, so Alice’s thoughts are interrupting themselves as soon as she thinks them. She throws up an idea, “iron,” but interrupts herself from further exploring that idea, and instead casts it out. In a fight, you don’t have time to think out long, eloquent ideas. Your thoughts should come in fragments. Stab. Punch. Dodge. Swing. Would this work? No. How about this? Maybe. The em dash can help get across this uneven jolting of thoughts.

Iron—no use. I’d dropped the knife when her damn vines ensnared me, and the nails were in my pockets and out of reach. Blood—there were possibilities there.

Continuing in fight scenes, em dashes can have action interrupt action. Don’t just throw them in willy nilly, but if you have a chance for an em dash, jump on it. Instead of a word like “suddenly,” it makes it feel suddenly. Ups the tension. Em dashes are about interruption, and what is a fight scene but two people interrupting each other’s attempts to kill the other? This is especially useful for the last line in a paragraph during a fighting scene, because it’s a nice place to have one action interrupt another.

I snatched it—slit across my hand—

And stabbed her through the heart.

His swords whistled through the air—

A clean “X” appeared on the imp’s back, severing its body into four neat chunks.

So yeah, I’m basically obsessed with em dashes and I use more of them than the majority of writers. (At 72k words, my current project has 22 semi-colons and 344 em dashes. So. Yeah. Not to mention the length of this post…) Em dashes are way cool and can add a lot to your writing even though they’re just another form of punctuation. Syntax helps your reader into the mindset you’re going for, and em dashes can be a great, powerful part of that syntax!

–E

anonymous asked:

not gonna lie, I would so read that mermaid au that you wrote the summary of

That was one of the ones I just couldn’t get out of my head so here’s some random extracts and concept writing.

Disclaimer - this is a fake au fic from the Rivals series. In universe it would be written by a Viktuuri fan and so is based on how that fans see umfb!viktor and Yuuri not as they actually are. It was also written as a joke on my phone in half an hour so please don’t take this as serious writing!

Original concept - no.12 of the ‘15 most popular fics in the Rivals universe alternate AO3’ - Original post here


Title : what would I pay, to stay here beside you

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Figure Skating RPF

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Georgi Popovich, Mila Babicheva, Celestino Cialdini, Yakov Feltsman

Additional tags: Alternate Universe - The Little Mermaid Fusion (original), Mermaid!Viktor, Prince!Yuuri, Happy Ending

Summary:
Viktor has always been fascinated by the human world and especially one human in particular, a man he once saved from drowning one stormy night after a shipwreck. A dashing prince with a beautiful laugh, kind and beloved by all who know him. After loving him from afar for years Viktor makes a deal with the sea-witch, in exchange for his silver hair he has one month to make the prince fall in love and marry him or he will lose his life and be turned to nothing but foam on the sea. Known by all as impulsive and rash, Viktor takes the deal without a second thought and begins a life on land with the intention of wooing the prince and finding his happily ever after.

The one problem? The Prince hates him on sight.

Working against the clock, Viktor has one month to uncover the mystery of the Prince’s past and discover why he is so hated by the other man. And not only that but he must also convince the prince to fall in love and marry him, least he be lost to the sea forever.

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ASs

prompt: 

“I came across this gif of you from your latest video. How come you never brought this-” Dan smacks Phil’s ass lightly, eliciting a moan from Phil,”-to my attention?”

A gasp leaves Phil’s mouth as he feels his pyjama bottoms slide off, Dan’s hands cool against his bare ass.

“God, I just want to eat you up,” Dan mutters, sliding his palms over Phil’s cheeks. He lightly slaps Phil’s ass and Phil jerks forwards, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping his mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?” Dan questions, smirk growing on his face as he slaps Phil again, this time a tad bit harder.

genre: smut!!!

warnings: spanking, bottom!phil, top!dan, sub!phil aka phil goes into subspace but don’t worry dan’s good at aftercare 

word count: 2027

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a/n: not going to lie, i keep saying this about most of my fics these days, but i’m really feeling this one!! like it was so fun to write and the words just kept flowing and this prompt was a+ so i would just like to thank whoever sent this to me, i owe you my life. okay, hope you guys enjoy!!!! <3333

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 I’M  STILL  ALIVE  .  you’ve  probably  noticed  i’ve  been  a  lot  less  present  these  past  few  weeks  .  that’s  because  of  school  ,  let’s  be  honest  here  .  but  it  seems  to  have  calmed  -  or  at  least  ,  i  seem  to  have  caught  onto  a  pretty  okay  schedule  when  it  comes  to  doing  my  work  .  i  still  have  a  lot  more  to  go  ,  but  i’ll  be  making  a  revamp  here  shortly  so  that  this  cluttered  mess  i  call  my  blog  feels  more  clean  and  safe  .  that  being  said  !  basically  ,  what  i’m  going  to  do  is  to  unfollow  every  inactive  blog  i’ve  not  yet  ,  as  well  as  to  comb  through  the  rest  of  my  followers  and  clean  it  out  .  my  dash  goes  way  too  quickly  ,  and  i’d  like  to  keep  it  tidy  and  limited  to  those  who  are  interested  in  writing  and  calm  me  down  .  i  will  also  be  cleaning  out  my  drafts  ,  keeping  ones  that  people  want  me  to  keep  ,  etc  ..

 i  plan  to  change  my  theme  tonight  ,  after  i  get  this  weekend’s  homework  done  .  it’s  a  radical  change  too  !!  brighter  and  more  colourful  ,  rather  than  dark  like  my  past  themes  have  been  .  yeah  ,  i  had  free  time  last  night  and  that’s  what  i  spent  my  time  on  ,  so  i’m  thinking  it  will  boost  my  incentive  to  do  drafts  and  write  on  here  .  it’s  gonna  look  so  pretty  sldjkgh  .

 mark  my  words  ,  i’m  doing  this  .  no  stopping  me  now  .

 here’s  the  deal  .  LIKE  THIS  POST  if  you  are  active  and  want  me  to  keep  following  you  (  or  if  you’re  a  new  follower  and  are  interested  in  writing  with  me  )  .  basically  ,  this  just  means  ,  if  you  are  want  to  write  with  me  and  we’ve  not  threaded  yet  ,  or  if  we  haven’t  spoken  much  but  you  want  to  speak  more  ,  etc  .  i  just  don’t  want  to  unfollow  those  who  don’t  see  themselves  writing  with  me  ,  since  my  dash  is  so  cluttered  right  now  !!!  if  i  unfollow  though  ,  this  doesn’t  mean  i  don’t  want  to  write  with  you  .  feel  free  to  come  to  me  if  i  do  and  tell  me  you’re  still  interested  ,  and  i  will  most  definitely  follow  you  right  back  ,  because  i  love  everyone  i  follow  so  much  asldjkfh  .

 also  ,  if  you  have  a  thread  with  me  and  you’d  like  to  keep  it  (  especially  those  i  haven’t  answered  in  a  good  while  ,  i’m  so  sorry  )  ,  like  this  post  ,  come  and  tell  me  ,  etc  .  i  won’t  bite  ,  i  just  want  to  know  who’s  still  interested  in  what  .  xox  cleaning  my  drafts  also  means  i’ll  have  more  room  for  a  plot  /  starter  call  in  the  future  .  (;

anonymous asked:

I'd be really interested in your view on harry releasing his solo and album before Dunkirk is released. Would this effect how he's seen as an actor? Would it interfere with any of the promo for the movie or his music? When do you think would be the best strategic time to release his music? I'm super excited for Harry's music, and am interested in your thoughts on the new timeline suggested

yeahhhhhhhhhh I don’t know.  I don’t really like it and I”m trying to work through why I feel that way and i’m having a tough time putting it into words that make sense outside of my own head lol

I think part of it is because I’ve heard from different people how he wants to keep music and acting separate which i think is very smart.  And this definitely won’t help him do that.  It MIGHT affect how he’s seen as an actor, depending on what kind of music it’ll be.  Especially since Dunkirk is such a serious film and such a big departure from anything he’s done in the past, both musically and promo-wise with One Direction.  It’s just completely different tonally and would have been a great reintroduction after he’s been in hiding for so long.  

Promo also will be…complicated.  They’ll probably do print media/interviews in late may with on-camera interviews/press junkets in June.  So that’s…a lot.  Granted, it’s an ensemble film so he won’t be needed for all of the promo.  It can be spread around a little bit, but at the same time…the fact that he’s a big star and it’s his first movie means the press is going to want to talk to him a lot. It’ll definitely be a balancing act.  

Then there’s the question of with that balancing act, would it lead to overexposure?  Or is his team baking on the fact that his disappearing act over the past year and a half been enough for people to WANT all that Harry in your face all at once?  I mean, listen, I nearly died yesterday when we got to see pictures of him after not seeing him for so very long…but even I”m a little hesitant about this.  

Personally i’ve been expecting it to be a fall release this whole time.  He’s a big enough name and it’s so anticipated that he’ll do enough sales to compete in Q4.  It also seemingly wouldn’t compete with what the other boys release.  Plus, it’ll be enough time post dunkirk to recover and have people excited to see him again.  Always leave ‘em wanting more, and all that, you know? 

Hopefully my dash of negativity doesn’t mean my Harry card is revoked ;) You know whenever it’s released i’m gonna buy the hell out of that album and listen to it on repeat and tell everyone around me to buy it until they’re sick of me talking about it and I’ll be banned from even saying the word “styles” even if i’m talking about clothes.  Buuuuuuut i’m still hesitant for the time being.  

Sparks Chapter 13

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Bucky and y/n go to a children’s birthday party! Bucky’s arm getting poked and prodded by little toddlers. 

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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hi my angels! 👼✨ 

i hope ur all doing amazing as u all deserve to be! anyway since i reached a goal of mine i wanted to make sure i took some time to appreciate u, my lovely mutuals! thank u so much for following my messy blog,, it really means a lot to me 😪 seeing u all on my dash and makes me so happy nd im so glad that we’re mutuals,, i love u all very much nd i’d do anything for u all 💌💞 (im so serious sfhsh) pls know that im here for u all, literally just send me an ask or a message about anything (im starting school tmrw so i won’t be as active but) yeah just literally pop in my askbox and tell me about ur day nd id go along with it like??? i love talking to u guys so much so!! 

anyway here we go… (if i forgot u or if u changed ur url im sorry! ill fix it just tell me!) 

💐 = i admire u so much??? ur blog is amazing and i probably aspire to be like u and reblog alot from u (gdhf im so sorry) 

🌟 = even though we have different aesthetics ur blog is everything and i enjoy ur content on my dash!

💗 = we’ve interacted a few times or at all and  ilu pls lets interact more 

🌹 = everytime i see u on my dash i smile,, ur really amazing 

💘 = this is especially for ash,, i hate u well i just want u to know that uh i kinda love u like i dont know what id do without our daily convos n stuff??? ur so funny n im glad i met u…n u kinda mean a lot to me?? yeah ok bye 😪💌 also ten came back to me and made me write this so 


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[shaky off-tune kazoo version of the jaws theme playing in the distance]

Hello, everyone.

First of all, I’m so incredibly sorry for just vanishing for more than half a year, especially because I realized my last post was about a hospital stay (which I did mention was harmless, but probably still looks pretty ominous as a last post.)
I feel terrible for making people worry, especially since there’s already enough upsetting stuff happening :c 

To be honest I’m a little nervous writing this post right now after being gone for so long, but I really wanted to give a life sign! This weekend I finally checked my inbox, and I was incredibly touched by all the sweet messages. I can’t get back to everyone so let me just thank all of you who sent messages or replies, or even just thought about me! I cannot put into words how much it means to me ;-; It made my heart hurt in a good way, and I hope good things happen to you!

(Personal stuff behind the cut)

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sweetobjecttriumph  asked:

College AU. Oliver is on the baseball team and needs Felicity to tutor him to stay on the team. Or established Olicity watching baseball and Felicity is feeling frisky and distracting Oliver from the game.

(Went with the first idea–thanks!)

Only an ungrateful douchebag would throw his equipment around.  But after that meeting with his coach, Oliver Queen was ready to start throwing bats.

Why did it matter if he was flunking his computer science class?  He didn’t even know why he had registered for it in the first place.  He was a ballplayer and wouldn’t ever need computers to do his job.  Because when he got to the majors, there would be interns to do all the computery stuff for him.  

But if he didn’t pass his class with at least a C, he would be benched.  And with the draft coming up soon, he needed all the playing time he could get.  

So … he would meet this tutor that the coach had set up for him, and he’d find some way to get the damn C, and then he was gonna get drafted and go pro and be done with college.  A year was more than enough.

His hair still wet from his post-practice shower, wearing jeans and one of his jerseys, Oliver walked into the library with his backpack.  His tutor was going to meet him here–some nerd named Felicity.  Man, it was like she was destined to be a nerd with a name like that.  

“Oliver Queen?”

The voice was soft and feminine, making Oliver’s mouth quirk up.  Maybe he had gotten lucky?

“That’s what the name on my jersey says,” he began, turning to face his tutor.  Only he had to immediately look lower by about six inches, since Felicity barely came up to his shoulder.  And his hopes were quickly dashed when he took her in.  A sweater vest?  Glasses?  Couldn’t Coach have gotten him a girl who was actually pretty?  Although maybe he was worried about Oliver being distracted–or seducing his tutor.  

Well, no danger of that here.  On either score.  

She held her hand out to him.  “Felicity Smoak, your comp sci tutor.  Do you have a computer with you?”

“No …” he said slowly.

“How did you expect to work on assignments for a computer science class without a computer?” Felicity asked, a disapproving note in her voice.  

He shrugged and she rolled her eyes.  “Great.  I guess we’re going to the computer lab.  Follow me–I’m sure with all the work you’ve done taking care of your bat, you’ve never even been inside the library.”

Was she … ?  Oliver shook his head and stared after the sarcastic little blonde.  He hadn’t expected her to come out with an innuendo like that–especially not one that doubled as an insult.  With his long legs, he easily caught up with her.  

“So what’s your deal?”

She eyed him without really looking at him.  “My deal?  I have to tutor guys like you in order to afford eating and having a roof over my head.  When it’s someone who’s really struggling, I actually enjoy tutoring.  Getting to help someone improve, seeing them get more confident about the material.  But someone who just doesn’t care?  Excuse me for not thinking that’s cool.”

“It’s not like that …” he said, not even sure why he was protesting.  

“So what is it like?”

Oliver looked down at the tiny annoying thing, how her hands were on her hips and her chin was jutting out.  This Felicity wasn’t like anyone he had ever met before.

“I want to go pro.  So I need to play.  And to play, I need to pass this comp sci class.  So … give me a hand and help me pass the damn class, and then I’ll be out of your hair and you’ll never have to deal with me again,” Oliver said.

Her lips pouted a little, her face thoughtful.  Oliver had a fleeting through that her lips looked very kissable, but he shook it off as he waited for her answer.  

“Okay, I guess,” she said grudgingly.  “But next time, you need to bring a computer, okay?  I mean, would you show up to a game without your glove?  It’s the same thing.”

“That makes sense,” he admitted.  “Okay, I’ll bring it.  But for now, can we get started?  I’m really behind.”  

Something about him saying he needed her help made her face soften.  “Yeah, all right.  Let’s get to the lab so I can see how to help.”

Nodding, Oliver followed her the rest of the way, adjusting his backpack.

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When he left the lecture hall on the day of the final, Oliver looked around the quad, searching for the only person he wanted to see right now.  

A slow smile grew when he spotted Felicity, tapping away at a tablet and squinting.  With how smart she was, she had finished their comp sci final well before him, but he had known she would wait for him.  The sunshine fell over her, bringing out her hair and making her the brightest thing he had ever seen.  

Over the course of the semester, Oliver had gotten to see beyond her tart tongue and feisty attitude, to the brilliant, tender, caring girl underneath.  The girl who had gotten hurt and had developed a mask to protect herself.  

The girl who had totally changed his own attitude and approach.  The girl who had opened his eyes to so many things.  The girl he had fallen for.  

“Felicity!” he called out, hurrying towards her.

She looked up and a huge smile appeared on her face.  “Oliver!” she said, waving to him.  “How did it go?” she asked as he approached.  

Instead of answering her, Oliver wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet in an all-encompassing, swing-in-a-circle hug, just like in a movie.

“Pass or fail, it doesn’t matter,” he said softly into her ear.  “Because meeting you is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Oliver,” she said, pushing at him.  He stopped moving and loosened his grip enough for her to be able to look at him.  “I know you passed, with how hard you worked.  And now, you’ll be able to play and make a good impression on the scouts and get drafted number one.”  

Hesitantly, he reached out and stroked her cheek.  “I’m not going to be the number one pick.”  

Slowly, she licked her lips.  “You are to me.”

“Felicity,” he breathed out, just before he kissed her.  

It turned out that Felicity was right on both counts.  He did pass and he did get drafted number one.  He missed what would have been his third major league game in order to see Felicity graduate.  And then, six years later, he missed his nine hundredth game in order to graduate himself.

And cheering as loud as she did whenever she watched him play was Felicity.  His wife.

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