every one has a story

I think every writer/artist has that one story/drawing that gets completely skipped over, and they’d never say it aloud, but inside they’re like

‘fuck all y'all, that’s one of the best things I’ve done’

plus one story/drawing that everyone loves

'really? that one?’


 It’s not just  that every one of these lights has a personal story, it’s also that, at some points, some of these stories will cross paths and make new stories.

RIGHT NOW one of those lights might be a major change on your life . It could be tomorrow or in ten years you have no idea. I’m always amazed by that feeling. 

tony having to put those parentless babies back down in their cribs and leave though. probably feels like ripping his own bleeding beating heart out of his chest and he does it repeatedly

When every character has a sob story, no one does.

One of the main faux pas that I see young writers make is this idea that that they need to give every character a tragic backstory. There can be no happiness in the past for our main characters. Their childhoods must be steeped in sorrow to make them deep and tragic because being deep and tragic makes them interesting and no. That is just not true. A character can be interesting even if they had a perfectly normal and happy childhood.

That’s not the reason why I’m talking about this issue, though. I’m bringing it up because of a very real problem that comes with giving everyone a sob story: when every character has one, then no one does.

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“I have lost many people; For far too many reasons; I have seen, I have lived, I have learned.

I have changed my way of being because I didn’t like it; Or just because…

I have hated pink; And dressed myself in black just because…

I have loved pink; And dressed myself in flower print, just because…

I talk to no one; But then I suddenly talk to everybody.

I hate being with too many people; But then I hate being by myself.

I hate the sky because of the many souls that might live above it;
But I find myself lost in it’s beauty.

I hate the Earth for having so many bad people on it. But then, I fall in love with every soul I get the chance to meet.

I, as many, believe that every soul has a story. Some have more than one.

I myself, have quite a one…

Don’t expect me talk about it all…
But I have scars that hold many secrets, each one has a reason, each one has a story to be told….

Sometimes I’d like to forget, but, how can I?

Those are stories that have made me the girl I am today…

Sometime I might tell. Maybe I wont…

But the saddest and most important part of my story; Most important part of it all….

I have fallen madly in love… 2 times!

And life has betrayed me…

One is up above in Heaven; And the other one, is walking somewhere on Earth…

I have loved both;
I have holded both.
But I have lost both..

I had it all.
But now I got non..

I got a reason to hate life;
But, how can I?….


Life is beautiful….

And I love my story, with all and it’s burned pages

—  Na.Ro.Ap

*All Rights Reserved on all my writing. Please do not repost or claim as your own.*


HAVE A LITTLE FAITH - work in progress

KIWI: THE SERIES - work in progress

YELLOW - work in progress

THE DFMO TRILOGY - completed



THE DIVIDE SERIES - work in progress; in collaboration with stylishmuser


Harry Blurb Compilation 

When Harry wakes you up for the airport. 
the one where you’re sleepy and Harry is prepared.

“Is That One of Mine?” 
the one where you buy a shirt that looks a little bit like Harry’s.

When You Have Chub Rub 
the one where it’s just too damn hot.

Tea Mugs & Tear Stains 
the one where it all gets a little too much.

When You & Harry Attend a Wedding 
the one where you’re not a fan of weddings.

A White T-Shirt 
the one where you take a leap of faith.
- TW: mentions self-harm.

Just Harry 
the one before Harry leaves.

Late Night Pancakes
the one where you’re pregnant. Very pregnant.

Birthday Cake
- the one where it’s Harry’s birthday.

My love, my life, my always. 
the one where you’re feeling a little insecure.

All I Want For Christmas 
the one where it’s Christmas.

The Perfect Moment 
- the one where he just couldn’t wait.

- the one where you just can’t help it.

I’ve Got You 
the one where you have a baby.

My Sweetheart 
the one with a cuddle or two.

Dear DILF 
the one where you tell Harry a secret.

the one before it all begins.

Sweet Nothings 
the one with the pillowtalk.

Sweet Creature 
the one where he needs a little love.

the one where he needs a little push.

From The Dining Table 
the one where not every story has a happy ending.

Mother’s Day 
the one where your babies surprise you.

- the one where it’s your birthday.


This Town 
the one where there’s a story behind every song.

the one where it takes time to heal.
- TW: mentions death; the loss of a family member

the one where you need a little reminder.

the one where you see something that makes your heart melt.

One Of Those Days 
the one where Niall lifts you up.

Father’s Day 
the one where you and your daughter are the luckiest girls in the world.


Stay With Me 
the one where Liam knows what you need.
- TW: mentions of anxiety; panic attack


The Scientific Story Of How Each Element Was Made

“Neutron star mergers create the greatest heavy element abundances of all, including gold, mercury, and platinum. Meanwhile, cosmic rays blast nuclei apart, creating the Universe’s lithium, beryllium, and boron. Finally, the heaviest, unstable elements are made in terrestrial laboratories. The result is the rich, diverse Universe we inhabit today.”

When the Big Bang first occurred, the Universe was filled with all the various particles and antiparticles making up the Standard Model, and perhaps still others yet to be discovered. But missing from the list were protons, neutrons, or any of the atomic nuclei key to the life-giving elements in our Universe today. Yet the Universe expanded, cooled, antimatter annihilated away, and the first elements began to take shape. After billions of years of cosmic evolution, we arrived at a Universe recognizable today: full of stars, planets, and the full complement of elements populating the periodic table. More than 100 elements are known today, 91 of which are found to occur naturally on Earth. Some were formed in the Big Bang, others were formed in stars, still others were formed in violent cosmic cataclysms or collisions. Yet every one has an origin whose story is now known, giving rise to all we interact with today.

Come get the full story behind how all the elements were made in some fantastic pictures, visuals, and no more than 200 words on this edition of Mostly Mute Monday!

Eddsworld According to Someone Who has Never Watched Eddsworld but Follows an Eddsworld Blog
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  • the Normal One™
  • lives off nothing but soda

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  • face
  • sunshine
  • sweet but self-centered
  • possibly royalty?

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  • pineapple??
  • what happened to his eyes??!?
  • what
  • is he okay

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  • the litteral devil? apparently??
  • only eyeless dude knows he’s the devil.  maybe his empty sockets see things mere mortals cannot idk
  • communist???
  • robot hand

HoO characters as sayings/quotes:

Percy: “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends”

Annabeth: “When you aim for perfection, you discover it’s a moving target”

Jason: “There is no flying without wings”

Piper: “Better to be strong than pretty and useless”

Frank: “After a while, you learn to ignore the names people call you and just trust who you are”

Hazel: “If you don’t like the road you’re walking, start paving another one”

Leo: “In every success story, you will find someone who has made a courageous decision”

Nico: “Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go”

Reyna: “Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others”

anonymous asked:

Why'd you remove Sixpenceee from your Horror Blog?

I’ve gotten 10 asks about this so I’m just gonna make a list here okay so lets do this.

I just don’t want anything to do with her. But now that this is all coming out, might as well get prepared for hate mail.

She steals posts word for word. She’s done it from me multiple times. She’s been caught red handed harassing other bloggers both on anon and off. She’s incredibly ableist and demonizes people with mental illnesses. 

I remember a particularly nasty spat between her and I believe it was tumblr user eerie. Eerie stated that she didn’t like Sixpenceee because of the various reasons listed above. Sixpenceee went on the defence and tried to play the victim. One of Sixpenceee’s asks going something like “I used to idolize you, and all you’re doing is attacking me” and other things like that. She blew the whole thing out of proportion and told her followers to attack Eerie and to send her hate. 

Here’s a screenshot talking more about it:

And you want some more proof?

Here’s another story of either her or her followers sending a girl hate

Here’s a receipt list from genderpunks

Here’s a picture from the link listed above because I know a lot of you wont check the links

And here’s the caption with it:

finally this post. again, it’s incredibly gross that you’re using the experiences of mentally ill children for notes/shock value. also? as much as you want to pretend that you’re doing this for ‘education’ that excuse kind of falls flat when anything you post about schizophrenia is about how ~creepy~ it is to have it. i’m not saying schizophrenic people don’t experience these things, i’m saying that you shouldn’t be exploiting those experiences as a horror factor. “but it’s educational” yeah i’m sure that’s why you tagged this as “creepy”

Another thing, she posts a lot of her stories from Reddit, without linking the author. Or mentioning the author at all. Not that it matters in the end, because nearly every single one of these stories has no real plot beyond “Mentally Ill People Are Murderous.” 

And have this massive story about a bloggers experience with her. Please, please read this.

To be honest I was kinda nervous posting this because her and her followers have been known to run people off of tumblr but you know what, I’m fed up.


So since no one could link me to a gendrya reunion fanfic AND I NEED ONE BEFORE MY HEART EXPLODES, I decided to make one myself. So, here you go:

Gendry fell back from the group as the walls of Winterfell came into view. Davos was grilling Jon about his relationship with the Dragon Queen, while the wildling and the brotherhood were talking about how they can’t wait to get some food and take a long, hot bath. Gendry tuned them out; he wanted some peace, and, frankly,—some time to rehearse his apology.

After they got separated, his brain had done nothing but tirelessly run through possibilities of their reunion. At times, dread ate him with the thought that she must already be dead. But he knew better: they were both survivors, and if he made it alive after all these years, then surely the bravest person he knows did too. “Arya’s alive and one day we’re gonna meet again,” he told himself every morning as soon as he woke up, and again before he went back to sleep. Gendry has never had anyone until Arya; she’s family, she’s home, and one day he’s going to go back home, wherever the fuck that is.

They finally passed the gates. A crowd formed behind it, ready to welcome back the King in the North. The crowd parted and a beaming red-haired girl hurried towards Jon and gave him a hug. Sansa, Gendry realized. Arya once said she had a sister, this must be her.

“You made it. We’ve been waiting for you,” Sansa said.
“The North give you any trouble while I was gone?” Jon teased.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” Sansa replied with a chuckle.

“Jon!” a familiar voice rang from their left.

Gendry turned to look. Arya was pushing a younger boy on a wheelchair in a probably unsafe speed, but the boy didn’t seem to mind. Jon met them halfway, and Arya jumped into his arms.

Gendry smiled to himself. Jon has always been Arya’s favorite brother. Every one of her Winterfell stories involved him in some way. He understood why, though. With the little time he’s spent with Jon—during their travel to the wall, and beyond it—Gendry could not help but admire him. And with the shortage of honorable and heroic people such as Jon, he knew the King in the North is one worth serving.

Jon kissed Arya’s forehead before letting go of her.
“Bran,” he called the boy on the chair before he hugged him.

Gendry observed the younger boy. He had the trademark Stark dark brown hair and elongated face. Bran is their younger brother, Gendry realized. But unlike the other Stark siblings, Bran did not seem to be affected with his reunion with Jon. His face remained stoic and his arms circled around Jon as if the hug was an obligation.

“It’s good to see you again, Jon. We have a lot to talk about,” Bran said.
Sansa moved closer to her siblings.
“That we do,” Jon said to the three of them. “But first, let’s feed our guests and see them comfortable in vacant rooms,” he added, glancing at Gendry’s group still standing by the gate.

Gendry watched Arya study the faces of his companions, registering familiarity, before her eyes met his. Their eyes locked, and neither of them could move.

“Your Grace, I believe introductions are appropriate,” Davos said.
“Of course,” Jon said. “These brave men accompanied and fought with me beyond the wall. Surely, that story could wait ’til later over supper. But this is,” he gestured toward Gendry first, “Gendry Waters. He’s Robert Baratheon’s bastard son…”

Arya’s eyebrows furrowed, sparing Jon a glance to see if he’s joking before looking at Gendry again. She was now glaring at him. Gendry felt something tug at his heart. He really would’ve rather they talked about this later, but he couldn’t really blame Jon, given he had no clue Gendry even knew Arya.

Gendry mustered the courage to approach her, a small smile forming at his lips. 
“M’lady,” he bowed, peering through his lashes to watch her reaction.
For a minute, she was frozen, the scowl on her face growing darker.
“Gendry, this is my sister, Ar—“ Jon began before he got cut off by his little sister punching Gendry in the face.

“You son of a bitch!” Arya continued to hit him in his torso, because Gendry was no longer bowing and the little girl couldn’t reach his face anymore.

Gendry moved away, dodging some hits and taking others. He was doubling in laughter.

“Arya! What are you doing?” Sansa exclaimed.
Jon simply watched them in confusion along with the others.

“With all due respect m’lady, I don’t think this is how highborns treat their guests,” Gendry teased, unconcerned with the audience.
“You’re not a fucking guest here! You—“ Arya yelled, still hitting him.
“Arya! Your language! Stop it!” Sansa lectured, “Jon! Tell her to stop, she’s embarrassing herself”

Arya pushed Gendry harder than normal, and watched him land on his ass. He was still doubling in laughter, amused with her reaction. After a moment, her frown disappeared and her expression grew softer.

I’m sorry I let you go. I should’ve gone with you wherever, fought with you against whomever, and stayed with you until the end, because the last few years without you were torture. You’re all I have, and I’m glad you’re back — Gendry wanted to say—but not yet. Not now, not in front of all these people. We have more time, and I hope to God we have more than ‘more time’—I hope we have a lifetime, because I am never leaving your side again.

“Welcome home, stupid” she said.

Hartwin fic recs (1/?)

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I went through the fics saved on my Kindle aka I read them at least thrice (not the recently bookmarked ones on ao3 or on my laptop) and here are what I found. The order is mainly sorted by authors’ names and texts in italics are my comments. I try not to spoil them for you guys and only include tags the authors use.

⭐ Underneath - Ataraxetta. E, 37k.

Of course, a refusal to apologise and a handjob on the floor of a fitting room does not reparations make.

Eggsy left the shop that night with a new chip on the shoulder of his new suit. Harry left the shop that night with the knowledge of what Eggsy looked like flushed and trembling with pleasure under his hands and the certainty that this single torturous taste of what he wanted most was worth living with the possibility that he would not get another.

⭐ A Marriage of Inconvenience - autoschediastic. E, 11k. Fake marriage.

“Caution in the field isn’t confined to simply an awareness of your surroundings,” Harry says, his tone stern but his breath soft and warm against the back of Eggsy’s hand. His gaze lifts, his eyes hooded as he peers at Eggsy over the rims of his glasses. “You’ve told a lie, Eggsy, and now that lie must be truth.”

(Or, that time Eggsy scored them a better table by saying it was his and Harry’s anniversary and quickly grew to regret it.)

⭐ the train is a metaphor - autoschediastic, Ponderosa . E, 6k.

“What sort of aggression is it then?” Eggsy asks, cutting right to the heart of the matter.

Harry knows even before he hears the response. Knows because even as Merlin is saying, “It appears to affect sexual responses. Activating latent desire and cranking up the subject’s sex drive whilst simultaneously increasing pheromone production,” Harry is thinking primarily of the distance between himself and Eggsy and how very few steps it would take to be within range to push the boy to the floor and pin him there.

How (not) to get a dad’s blessing - BrightsideIsMyMiddleName. NR, 36k, WIP.

“You know, you almost fooled me yesterday with the whole I want to watch the legacies speech,” Merlin says and Harry groans, because he knows things just went tits up. “Well, I suppose you were half telling the truth. You wanted to watch one certainlegacy, but it was more about his mouth, eyelashes and that thing on his eyebrow you can’t seem to stop staring at.”

Harry head snaps up at that. “Oh, shite.”

“Oh, yes,” the agent keeps going, completely enjoying this. “You forgot to turn off your feed. I saw the flirting. And Lee’s reaction. Good luck with that.”

⭐ Conditions of Release - Calico. E, 5k.

Eggsy pulled furtively at the ropes binding his arms and legs to the metal tracks, as if he’d forgotten the last five minutes already. God, though. Before he’d felt trapped, terrified; now it was more like he was… at Harry’s mercy.

⭐ What Men Want - calico. E, 12k. Lots of UST.

Eggsy goes data-mining.

I died multiple times reading this. 

⭐ Inopportune Moments series - calico, habernero. The whole series is a blessing and I’ll forever treasure the endless amount of UST in it.

⭐ Every Club’s Got a Secret Handshake - ChuckleVoodoos. NR, 4k.

A Kingsman needs steady hands, he tells Eggsy. I’ll resign quietly, he tells Merlin. Eggsy will make an admirable Galahad, he tells them both.

Or: In which Harry has a few minor issues following his head injury that no one but him considers issues.

Status after reading: Dehydrated from crying. 

⭐ Ätherwellen - coloursflyaway. M, 2k.

There are three-hundred and twenty-six members in Kingsman’s tech departments all over the world, and obviously they have lots of stories to share about their agents and what they do to drive them crazy.

The best way to do so is a super-secret WhatsApp group, and if it gets a challenge for all of them to finally get Harry and Eggsy together, it might just be Merlin’s fault.

⭐ Through Time - coloursflyaway. E, 162k.

A chronic of Harry’s and Eggsy’s love, following them from their first meeting to the last time they set eyes on each other, through shots in the head and falling in love and finally getting their shit together.

⭐ Dream In Red - Corvin. T, 11k. Soulmates AU.

Eggsy wasn’t raised to take the soulmate marks too seriously. He could fall in love without them.

⭐ Street Sweepers, Night Watchmen, Flame Keepers - Deepdarkwaters. E, 36k.

Harry survived V-Day - because of course he did - but not all the Kingsman agents were so lucky. With the world still going to shit and the worst staff shortage since the organisation began, Merlin calls a group of retired agents back to their posts to help out while he trains the new recruits.

Featuring snowball fights, banter, innuendo, handsome old men, lady scientists, secrets in walking sticks, Harry’s appalling crush, thumbnails of bigger pictures, a pastede on plot crammed in around all the flirting which is really just an excuse for me to write a silly sword fight, and an old bet from 1986 that’s still not been decided.

⭐ in this safe place here - Della19. E, 5k. Omegaverse.

“I am entirely capable,” Harry proclaims cuttingly to Merlin, puffed up like a prissy cat. And Merlin throws his arms skyward like he’s just begging for lightning to strike ‘im where he stands and asks, with scathing exasperation, “Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?”

And Eggsy one hundred percent doesn’t snicker, and he’s got the bloody inner cheek to prove it, ‘cause Eggsy’s a fuckin’ gentleman.

Instead Eggsy takes in the sight of ‘is pregnant mate, huge as a fuckin’ planet and still the most bloody gorgeous man he’s ever seen. And then takes in ‘is face, and he wonders how much ice cream he’s gonna need to buy to get them all through the four weeks of bed rest Merlin just ordered.

And then Harry’s upper lip looks like it might fuckin’ quiver, and Eggsy contemplates just buyin’ stock in Ben and Jerry’s.

⭐ i blinked (and there you were) - Della19. M, 19k. Time travel AU.

The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you.

Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young.

Shite, even Harry’d only be…

Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive.

Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad.

⭐ your world tomorrow - DivineProjectZero. E, 9k.

This is turning into one hell of a fairytale.

(or, the one in which Eggsy never dreamed of the Cinderella life and ends up living it anyway.)

⭐ all the tables turn - DivineProjectZero. E, 23k.

Harry Hart has terrible taste in men.

So it comes as a bit of a surprise when Eggsy smiles at him and the predator inside Harry cocks its head in consideration.

⭐ the things we steal (it was only a kiss) - DivineProjectZero, 5k. HP AU.  

Eggsy whips around to find Harry Hart standing right behind him, holding a martini glass and just as gorgeous as Eggsy last saw him, three years and two months ago.

Thankfully, Eggsy is too busy staring in shock to actually say anything in response, because Harry then says, “Excuse my poor manners. Harry Hart. And you are?” And then extends his hand, which is how Eggsy remembers that he’s not supposed to be Eggsy Unwin right now; he’s actually undercover.

⭐ How not to attack Harry Hart - enjoy_acne. M, 31k.

Everybody wants to hurt Harry Hart. Harry’s really not sure what he’s done to garner such attention.

Where attacking even an amnesiac Harry proves near impossible. This is a romantic comedy with a dose of violence.

⭐ another head aches, another heart breaks - jonphaedrus. E, 44k.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every good story has its Lazarus.

(or; the one where harry hart dies, and then lives again)

⭐ take me to church - jonphaedrus. M, 2k.  

He sees Westminster Abbey. Instead of a burst of civic and national pride, it feels like someone has just punched him in the chest. Harry stumbles, nearly falls over, and he can suddenly see bright Southern sunlight, he can smell the scent of blood all over him, his shoulder aches where someone’s just stabbed him, there are bullet bruises all over his back. There’s someone screaming in the distance and he can see flat, brown eyes facing him down the barrel of a silenced gun.

He winds up crouched, retching on the floor of a public loo, head between his knees, breathing high and fast through his teeth while Merlin’s voice, quiet and calm and grounding in his ear tells him just stay there, Arthur, someone’s coming, and someone comes.

⭐ A Different Place and Time - Ferrero13. T, 23k. Time travel, soulmates AU.  

Eggsy’s words are ‘What’s your name, young man?’, but Harry’s isn’t ‘Eggsy.’ So he keeps quiet, keeps it to himself, but when he finds himself face to face with a younger Harry Hart, Eggsy can’t help falling in love all over again.

Sometimes, the first words you say to your soulmate aren’t the first they hear from you.

⭐ On Hand - fideliant. E, 24k.

Or, Five Things A Gentleman Should Never Do Without

“In my defence,” Eggsy says, “It could have happened to anyone.”

⭐ Your Highness - Galahard. E, 40k. Modern Royal AU.

 “The international community is in chaos this morning in the wake of the deaths of many world leaders. The death of the president of the United States has been confirmed, along with the majority of his cabinet. Great Britain can count itself lucky that the Queen has been found and finally returned to her throne, but her heirs are another story. It appears that both princes and their own heirs are among the casualties of what is being referred to as the Valentine’s Day Massacre. Sources close to–”

It just so happens that there is another direct heir to the British throne out there, but he’s probably going to need a bit of polish.

⭐ We musn’t touch what isn’t ours - inusagi. E, 11k.

Harry Hart is a sociopath, yes, but he’s a sociopath who loves Eggsy.


5 times Harry showed his true colours and 1 time Eggsy really sees it.

⭐ Irish Car Bombs - kimposibl. M, 5k.

“It’s from the gentleman over there,” replies the waitress, pointing over her shoulder.

“Err….” Now, Eggsy knows he’s pissed. He learned his limits and exceeded them back in Cambridge, so being drunk off his arse is nothing new. He also knows that he can finish his pint and maybe get away with one more drink before he’s making a raucous or somehow getting involved in a fight, but he certainly can’t handle six more cocktails of Irish alcohol.

“Invite him over,” he tells her with an easy smile.

Or, the drunken one night stand Eggsy thought he’d never see again until he does and they have sex again.

⭐ Gentle - KingKiller. T, 4k.

Harry lives. He’s alive and he knows it.

But sometimes at night after waking up from dreams (nightmares) where Valentine wasn’t afraid of blood and Gazelle wasn’t so enamored with the lisping psychopath Harry wakes in the dark all too sure he’s dead.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

⭐ Hold me tight - KingKiller. NR, 14k.

The dynamics between he and Eggsy had changed. And Harry doesn’t even know how to describe “how” it had.

Continuation of “Gentle”. 

⭐ the parting glass - kirkaut. E, 48k.

The words shrivel and die between them.

Harry’s chest hitches on an indrawn breath. The contours of his face are cast dramatically in the fiery hues of the street at night, highlighting the wrinkle in his forehead and the soft slope of his chin and the silvery pink of his scar.

He’s beautiful, and Eggsy loves him.

“I miss you.” The confession falls. It lands heavily onto the pavement, cracking into the asphalt. “You’re alive, you’re right in fucking front of me, and I still miss you.”

⭐ Whenever you look up there I shall be. - LadyEmrys. E, 114k.

Watching the light spread in those heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the small twitch at the corner of his mouth - the only other physical sign he had strength enough to give - was more than enough to know for sure.

Eggsy was fucked.

Or: In a world rapidly descending into anarchy in the wake of V-Day, Kingsman - under the guidance of it’s new Arthur - must decide whether or not to abandon its hitherto undercover nature and save the the world from itself.

⭐ Ace of Spades - manic_intent. E, 44k.

“This is your next target,” Merlin said into Harry’s earpiece, as Harry leaned forward to look at his laptop screen.

It blacked out, for a moment, then a clip out of some interview began to play. The video was in black and white, crisply and tightly shot, its subject a young man shown seated from the waist up, against a pale gray background, grinning at the camera. He was probably in his mid twenties, dressed down in a black leather jacket over a pale t-shirt, loose over denim jeans, his hair long enough to feather slightly over his forehead, a hint of stubble over his chin. He was also, quite possibly, the most beautiful young man Harry had ever seen, and disturbingly… familiar, somehow.

As the young man laughed noiselessly at the camera, elegant serif type faded over the lower third of the screen: Gary Unwin, by Vanity Fair. Harry blinked, and studied the young man’s pretty face more closely, the crinkling around his eyes, the joyous curl to his mouth, the way he sat, relaxed yet alert, like a hunting hound, waiting to come to heel.

⭐ Kingmaker - manic_intent. E, 49k.

“Eggsy, I really don’t think-“ Merlin began, and stopped, because at that very moment, Eggsy walked right into a lamp post.

Across the street, at a sidewalk corner cafe, reading a paper, sandwich part-eaten on a plate, sleek, long legs crossed neatly under the table, was Harry Hart.

⭐ Strange Sights, Strange Wonders - manic_intent. E, 51k. Stardust AU.

In the glade where the star had fallen, the gloom of the gnarled old woods was deeper than night, save around the blackberry bush that had broken his fall: the grass and the battered leaves were now luminous, moon-touched. There was a long pause, broken by the sounds of twittering insects and the forest folk, then, there was a loudly groaned, “Fuck!”

The star rubbed a hand over his eyes, then flinched and held his hand up, spreading unfamiliar fingers up against the night sky. He turned his hand this way and that, curling and uncurling fingers, then he let out a softer, yet just as vehement “fuck!” and sat up, wincing.

⭐ Calm Like You - MartinShostakovich. E, 10k. Teacher/student AU.

Eggsy develops a heavy crush on his new Classical Literature Professor Harry Hart, and strives to reach the top of the class in order to impress him. Little did Eggsy know, Mr. Hart is fairly easy to impress.

⭐ As Fate Would Have it - midnightsurge. M, 45k. MI6!Eggsy AU.

 The young man smiled brightly again, turning to face him slightly as they walked outside. “M’name’s Eggsy. Eggsy Unwin.”

Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks. He knew that name.

Eggsy turned to face him expectantly once he’d realised the other was no longer walking next to him.

“I think you knew me dad, righ’?” 

⭐ the centre cannot hold - missbecky. E, 34k.

It’s a rainy Monday when Eggsy Unwin is killed in the line of duty. And it’s a rainy Tuesday when Harry Hart starts to feel that there is something very wrong with the world now. As one tragic event after another unfolds, he becomes convinced that Eggsy was never meant to die. Somehow he has to put things right again and find a way to get Eggsy back. No matter what the cost.

⭐ once upon a different lifetime - missbecky. M, 58k.

The night before the final test, Harry makes Eggsy a promise: once he is a Kingsman, they will talk about their future together. Then V-Day happens, and although Harry recovers, he doesn’t remember that last day he spent with Eggsy. Now Eggsy has to carry on like his heart isn’t breaking every time he looks at Harry and he thinks about what they might have had. He manages to do a good job of it, though, keeping things between them strictly professional.

So then, of course, Harry remembers.

⭐ One Night - Nickygp. E, 53k. Judge!Harry, rentboy!Eggsy.

Harry Hart, a Lord Justice, has his life turned upside down when he meets a young rentboy, named Eggsy, who charms his way into Harry’s heart. But can he act upon those feelings, or are their cirmustances too different to breach the gap?

⭐ Bluffing With An Empty Hand - nightwalker. E, 2k. Short and sweet.

The first time Harry Hart threatens to end Eggsy’s step-father, it’s a bluff.

The second time is going to be a promise.

⭐ No Charm Equal- potentiality_26. E, 29k. Cupid AU. The one that got me hooked on this author.

To say that Harry was too surprised to react at first would have been a grave understatement. He wasn’t literally invisible, because he did sometimes need to interact with mortals to do his job, he was just unnoticeable. People- the particular charge he had been assigned to most of all- were meant to see him and yet never actually process his presence. Unless he showed up in their houses- which a gentleman would never do, of course- they would ignore him and just get on with their lives. And yet here Eggsy was, closer than anyone had been to Harry since- well, since he was mortal, and that was long enough ago that Harry could hardly remember it- snarling, “Why are you following me?”

⭐ Getting It Right - potentiality_26. E, 8k. 5+1.

“Kiss me,” he murmured when he reached Harry, because while it wasn’t exactly vital to the mission that Eggsy convince this woman that they were in love, it would certainly make him feel better. Harry pressed his mouth to Eggsy’s as he passed him a glass of champagne, and ‘feeling better’ went out the window. The kiss was quick, sweet, marital. Eggsy didn’t know how Harry made it feel so practiced, but he did.

“I have an admirer,” Eggsy informed him, almost breathless with how much he wanted Harry to kiss him like that every day, how much he wanted Harry to have a reason to.

Five times Eggsy gets Harry to kiss him for the wrong reasons (and one time he gets it right).

⭐ Enough to Live On - potentiality_26. E, 19k.

Harry stated the obvious, something he should have seen that morning but hadn’t: “You shopped.”

“I been here quite a bit,” Eggsy explained, shrugging one shoulder. “And anyway it seemed… better. Food in the fridge, nothing gathering dust. Made it more like you’d be back any day now.” Eggsy swiped his knife over the bread with a little more aggression than was strictly necessary, but his voice was very even. “You said you’d come back and sort things. But you didn’t.”

Harry comes back a week after V-Day. He isn’t strictly alive, but that means less than he would have expected it to. 

⭐ An Ocular Condition  - ProdigalQueer. G, 3k.

Harry sees his adjustment as easy, but that’s only because he’s not really looking.

⭐ Only As Directed - rageprufrock. E, 12k.

“Arthur is a bad man,” Roxy had said.

“Fucking tell me about it,” Eggsy had muttered, and gone to put on the tarty trousers Harry had picked out for him like a fucking high-end pimp.

⭐ A Taste of Mallorca - Regency. M, 18k. Chef AU.

Harry is a celebrated food critic. Eggsy is a Youtube-famous food blogger. They meet at the grand opening of Mediterranean restaurant Mallorca when they’re forced to share a table. It’s a meal, and a night, neither will soon forget.

⭐ my saints fallen series  - neroh. From T to E.  I love this so much.

 ⭐ The Mate in Roommate - ronahn. E, 5k. Uni AU.

Out of all of the blokes occupying their flat, Harry was the one Eggsy saw the most, and yet they had only ever shared passing greetings. It was a growing source of disappointment for Eggsy; he was strangely drawn to Harry and his gorgeous brown hair and eyes.

⭐ The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) - ToriCeratops. E, 54k. Fake relationship AU, Pining.

In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.

The Kingsman have been tasked with stopping him before he can carry out his plan. In order to do so, Harry and Eggsy must act as lovers at an elite couple’s getaway to earn this man’s trust. Will they be able to carry out their mission as planned? Or will old wounds and buried emotions cause a havoc greater than anything they could have expected?

⭐ Kiss Me Now (before I can run) - persephoneggsy. M, 37k. Soulmates AU.

It wasn’t unusual, Eggsy told himself. There were plenty of people- just a little under half of the world’s population, really- that weren’t with their soulmates. Some of them just hadn’t met yet; others had died beforehand; and then there were the people in Eggsy’s situation. Sometimes people genuinely didn’t want their soulmates. Either they were in love with someone else, or they just didn’t like what they got stuck with, and Eggsy imagined the latter was very much the case with him and Harry. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like for him, the world’s prime example of a posh bloke, to have his soulmate be some beaten-up kid. He would have rejected him too.

Or: soulmate AU where you know your soulmate from the moment you touch them, and when you do, their name gets written over your heart like a brand. But that’s not always a guarantee.

⭐ Tailor Shop - rougewinter. E, 13k. Like a Disney movie except really gay and for grown-ups.

“There’s no need for that now.” The older man said, both hands raised in a placating gesture that only had Eggsy narrowing his eyes in wariness.

“Who the hell are you, anyway?” Eggsy demanded, making sure to keep the poker up.

“My name is Harry Hart. And I’m the man, well, the mannequin that you just assembled.”


The one where Harry is cursed to be a magical mannequin and can only be saved by the power of love.

⭐ that which lingers - bruises for tomorrow. M, 22k.

 Here is something that Gary “Eggsy” Unwin (aged 24 and ¾) never knew to expect from ghosts:

- Sometimes their absence hurts worse than their presence.

⭐ Married to the Job - trilliath. E, 18k. Mutual pining, misunderstanding.

 "Hm?“ Merlin asks, distracted when he looks up and squints at Eggsy’s face, then catches up and resumes working. “Oh. No. Zania Bonatti, Italian artist and activist. Also Harry’s wife.”

“You wot?” Eggsy blurts, eyes snapping back to him, then over to Roxy like he might’ve mis-heard.

But he hasn’t because Roxy’s face wrinkles minutely in sympathy that has Eggsy’s ears burning and he snaps his eyes away again in humiliation.

“Yes, Harry’s married. Did he never mention that to you?” Merlin pauses long enough to frown briefly, then he shrugs. “Well, on to more important matters…”

⭐ you make motion when you cry - unhappy_turtle. E, 4k. Pining.

“Wanna go on an ate with me?” Eggsy slurs, “I’ll give you the D later.”

“You are very inebriated, aren’t you?”

Eggsy nods, his head feeling too heavy.

⭐ These Hands (Had to Let It Go Free) - Vacilando. G, 12k.

He does not only recognize this man, he knows him. Harry knows the way he laughs and the way he would smile cheekily at Harry. He knows the way this man say his name, all rough cockney accent and confidence. Harry knows him better than Harry knows himself but none of that matter because Harry does not remember his name.

Nor is he sure if this man is real. 

⭐ Breathless (A Tale of Eggsy Unwin) - xxjinchuurikixx. E, 101k. Pining.

“Harry–"Eggsy breaks off, because, god, Harry’s here! He’s alive, breathing, beautiful, and he’s got Eggsy crushed in his arms and Eggsy can feel his mouth tingling from the roughness of his kiss.

Then Harry pulls back; more-so he shoves Eggsy away. He keeps him pinned to the wall, at arms length, and Eggsy is pleased to see Harry is panting, stray chocolate hairs fallen out of place. The action, however, makes his blood feel cold, and he stares up at Harry in confusion, expecting something more. But Harry makes no move to close the space between them again.

When Harry speaks, finally, it’s low and deadly and it fucking hurts.

“Forget that ever happened.”

⭐ Virtue Over Avarice- Yessydo. M, 13k. Tailor AU.

Eggsy crashes his stepfather’s car into the front window of a quaint but reputable tailor’s shop on Savile Row and, thanks to the charitable spirit of its mysterious owner, ends up working there to pay the damages.

⭐ Lots of Lost Time - Yessydo. E, 1k.

A year after his “death”, Harry is reunited with Eggsy, who has some strong feelings on the matter.

⭐ Lavagulin and Guinness - Snarfle. E, 163k. I waited eagerly for every update of this.

Plenty of people had looked down on Eggsy throughout his life. He had gotten fairly used to it. Didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. What really sucked was that the new Arthur was worse than the old one.

“Eggsy grimaced. He didn’t know how to explain to Harry – who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life – that the new Arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

I can’t stop thinking about Old Man Silver just existing so I drew him. He doesn’t look much different because as we all know he would never loose that luscious head of hair. Also you start loosing eye-sight in your old age so : Silver in glasses (i just googled glasses in 1750 and couldn’t choose between the two so)  

“They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.

Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.”

—Stoya, pornographic actress

thrifted books ft. steven the plant 🍃
there’s nothing better than thrifted books ✨every single one has a story behind it. Found these three for 1.99 each at goodwill.

okay everyone, get ready for some linny college au headcanons:

  • okay, we all know that luna’s That Fine Arts girl who’s been on campus since forever. Who is she? Where did she come from? No one knows but she’s awesome.
  •  She probably spent her first day on campus, walking around, randomly chatting with strangers about their cute dog, looking like a mannequin that came from a thrift store.. It’s cool. She’s nice. She’s fun to talk to, and by her second day, she’s dyed her hair a bright, bubblegum blue. People have loved her ever since.
  • And, ofc she’s rooming with the beautiful and definitely very terrifying journalism student ginny weasley. The girl has six brothers and is always ready for a shouting match if you say a single bad word against them. 
  • She and Luna really hit it off and got together on their first month and haven’t let go of each other ever since. They’re constantly seen around campus, holding hands, being beautiful together. Sometimes, Luna takes a sharpie and draws flowers on Ginny’s skin. Ginny returns the favor but she’s utterly shit at drawing. Luna loves the flowers anyway.
  • Their first date is at a cheap burger place because hey, they’re college students and broke. Ginny makes a face at the questionable food in the diner and Luna kisses her with ketchup stained lips.
  • They can always be seen at night, as well, lying on the grass, still holding each other’s hands, stargazing. Ginny would point out her favorite stars and tell stories about them. She has a story attached to every single one, you see.
  • Friday movie nights are WildTM  . Luna’s picks are either those so bad they’re good rom-coms or the most terrifying case of horror movies known for the existence to the existence of man (i.e. the first time she got to pick, she and Ginny watched “The Human Centipede”. The next time she picked, which was nearly two months later because bloody hell Luna what is wrong with you?! She very unironically put on an Adam Sandler movie. 
  • Ginny is into old films, Casa Blanca, Gone With the Wind, The Godfather, which proves to be problematic, because Giny, darling, I love you, but I am not sitting through three and a half hours of Dr. Zhivago.
  • No one wants to have game nights with them and they are eternally banned from Monopoly. Suffice it to say that Ginny is the most competitive af in existence and Luna has this way of talking to you and before you knew it you were handing over all your money, and would she also like your properties?
  • They’re absolutely that Couple who everyone is jealous of. Look at them, heads bent together in math, giggling to each other. And what, now they’re feeding each other chocolate?
  • They have a monthly tradition of dressing up in matching outfits. Ginny’s okay with anything so Luna’s usually the one who picks out the cloths. This has resulted in hilarious (and adorable) couple pictures.

Ever since I watched The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, I just can’t stop thinking about Henrietta and her family, and the implications their story has on every single one of us.

I don’t know what’s more upsetting:

  • The fact that doctors took a sample of Henrietta’s cells without her knowledge or consent, experimented on them and later tried to bury her identity by calling the HeLa cell donor: “Helen Lane” and other monikers.
  • The fact that the same doctors some 20 years later went to her surviving family members and took blood samples purportedly to “test them for cancer,” when they really wanted to study their genetic makeup to continue their experiments. They never explained this to the family. They lied, plain and simple.
  • The fact that all of us have benefited from the experiments on Henrietta’s cells, which led to the creation of vaccines and furthered biomedical research. And yet many of us don’t know about Henrietta’s unwitting contribution.
  • The fact that, despite all this, her family was never recompensed by the scientists who appropriated Henrietta’s cells.

That doesn’t even touch upon the racial implications of how society and science mistreats people of color, and the personal tolls experienced by the Lacks family after they lost their mother.

And I can’t help but wonder, if this happened to the Lacks family, how many other people has this happened to? Millions? Has this already happened to me? Or to you? We would never know b/c apparently doctors can still take and use our cells without our knowledge or consent as long as they keep the sample anonymous. And that is just… fucked up and scary.

Okay so there are a lot of artist!Luna headcanons but what about magical tattoo artist Luna Lovegood

Luna Lovegood using her art to cover her scars from the war and turn them into something beautiful

Luna Lovegood covering up Hermione’s ‘mudblood’ scar so she doesn’t have to be reminded of what some people think she’s worth, and she can just focus on what she knows she’s worth

Luna Lovegood giving Harry a badass snake to go with the basilisk bite scar he (probably) has, and then it just escalates and suddenly all eyes are on Auror Potter and his incredible tattoos and every single one has a scar and a story and there are some he’ll happily tell you about if you ask but others people learn very quickly not to mention

Luna Lovegood developing spells to give tattoos cool effects because she’s a Ravenclaw to the core and she can’t resist the challenge

Luna Lovegood slowly gaining a stream of customers with war scars, all wanting them turned into something they can show with pride, rather than something that hurts to look at

Luna Lovegood helping people heal in the best way she knows how - by making the world beautiful for them again, one design at a time.