everything has beauty but not everyone can see

Dear Signs, It’s Okay

Dear Aries,

You are a fireball of energy, blazing through life. You want to savor it’s rawness and be strong in all your might, and you are strong. But it’s okay to cry, and let the softer parts of yourself show- even for a moment- even if it’s just to yourself. Because deep down, through all that strength and valor, you still have the innocence of a child. Not everyone will understand what it’s like to be so authentic in the core, and that’s okay. You are you, in all of your wholeness and that should be shameless. Your childlike innocence doesn’t take away your strength, it gives you an impenetrable shield.

Dear Taurus,

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you love the person staring back at you, Do they fit the definition of what you find as beautiful? Look deeper, past the skin, past the tangible, and feel- do they feel Beautiful- If not, why not? If the answer has anything to do with other people, listen close. Beauty is subjective but you embody it, you are Earth in her purity, natural and cunning. It’s okay if you don’t always see, but always try to feel it. People don’t always understand the beautiful things in life and that’s okay, as long as you are aware of it yourself- you are akin to a flower blooming. No matter the petals, you are aromatic, intoxicating. Not everyone stops to smell the flowers, but take this as a reminder you always should.

Dear Gemini,

You are a whirlwind of everything around you, and it’s quite remarkable. No one can pin you down, as you can hardly grasp yourself. You are a curiosity, as no one understands you, some days you don’t understand yourself. That’s okay, life is about perpetual learning, and not just about knowing. Knowledge may bring comfort, but it doesn’t secure it. You are a tornado, and it’s natural not everyone can keep up, and that’s okay. You are light-hearted being, with light that needs to dance and smile. Don’t let anyone take your smile away, and or erase the many facets of who you are. With so many faces, you aren’t fake, you’re just multi-dimensional.

Dear Cancer,

You are sensitive and passionate, with a hard shell protecting everything you love. Life comes to you in phases, and you follow your passions wherever they may lead you. You shine brightly in the dark, when all is still. You are a contradiction, like most wonderful things- hard on the outside with a softness inside, both nurturing but harsh. It’s okay to be all of these things, and it’s okay to trade them out through time. You are the moon, and the moon is constantly reinventing herself.

Dear Leo,

You love fearlessly and boldly, and not everyone can handle that. Some are blinded, some are envious, but that’s okay, as long as it doesn’t dull who you are. You shine for those around you, because you love them and you need to know they love you too. It’s okay to love like you do, it’s okay to shine as bright as you do. You have a childlike adoration, and attention serves as validation. Praise strokes the fire in your heart, just remember not everyone has learned about love in it’s pure form. Love them as you would any other stranger, because they need it just as much, but don’t let it drain you. It’s okay to love the world, just know when to it’s time to move on, and be someone else’s sunshine.

Dear Virgo,

You are the oil in the gears that make the world run smoothly. You are anxious, making double sure you’re perfecting your part in the world. It’s natural to want to feel appreciated, as you do so much for others. You might not always do the glamorous things, or be in the center, but you always are doing something. It’s okay to want to be thanked, it’s okay to want to be adored- because you deserve it. Just know, you have to appreciate yourself before anyone else does. Some people don’t see all of what you do, and you can’t change that. You can change who you service, and you can change how you percieve yourself. Always remember to adore yourself, and give yourself credit for everything you do. Without you, this world would be chaos, so remember you are important.

Dear Libra,

Who are you ? I’m sure you ask yourself this quite a lot, and it’s okay if the answer changes daily. It’s okay if the answer changes, because whether you believe it of not, there is no definite answer. People around you may seem solid in who they are, but their not, and that’s okay too. You are not less than them, and you a more than just a reflection, even if that’s others see you. Your identity is fluid, and it changes based upon the people- and that’s why being alone sometimes can be so scary. You are left unarmed as to who you are, with only the scraps of thoughts to keep you together. And sometimes those thoughts aren’t so pretty, and that’s okay, because you’re also more than what ugly thoughts have to offer. You are beautiful, in and of yourself, you are an egnima.

Dear Scorpio,

You are a curious being plopped in a curious world. There is so much mystery, so much hidden depth. Of course you want to explore it all, to you, there is no such thing as an unanswerable question, and every wonder has a right to be answered. This frightens the world at large, because the world isn’t always ready for the truth you bring. It’s okay that you wonder those questions, no matter how dark or taboo. This isn’t a fault with you, because the world is heavy in denial. This is your virtue, because you walk the path so many are hesitate to glance down. Always ask, always discover, always seek, just remember security isn’t always found in the answers. Sometimes the answers break the security you thought you had, and this begs more questions. It’s okay to vulnarable, it’s okay to be exposed sometimes, especially to those who mutually love you, as you love them. Perhaps it’s this way, you’ll find the answer you’re looking for through yourself? But that’s just another question you’re going to have to answer- and it’s okay if there’s more after that.

Dear Sagittarius,

The world is an adventure, and an experience to indulge in. You are a wildfire, untamed and wild, It’s okay to wander. Beings like you aren’t meant to be caged, you are meant to drift and discover, to teach all those who listen. It’s okay to want to befriend the world, just remember not everything is friendly. You know this, but you’re brave and luck always seems to be on your side. It’s okay to believe in luck, always count your stars while you can. If by some stroke of chance you loose them, know that you can always find them again, or better, create your own lucky stars.

Dear Capricorn,

The world is dark, it is hollow, but you fill a much needed crack within it. You are the cement that holds the foundation for many different people, and that’s why the world feels so heavy. It’s okay to feel brittle after holding so much weight for so long. It’s okay to feel exhausted, because this world is mericiless and you brave it well. Your ambitions is what carries you and the ones you love. Just remember, you are also human, and not a machine, even if others don’t see it that way. Remember that, it’s okay to rest, and that you can always carry on in the morning.

Dear Aquarius,

When people imagine colors that don’t exist, they think of you. You function on a plane that many people never ventured on, because so many people are afraid of what they don’t know. You embody what people are afraid of, not because you’re scary, but because you’re different. Different- that’s an adjective that’s used so much in reference to you, it’s practically a synonym to your name. You are just you though, and that’s the magic of it. It’s okay if people don’t understand you’re unique sense of self, it’s okay if they don’t understand your compassion for the world. Its okay if some nights are lonely because you feel misunderstood, some things aren’t meant to be understood by everyone. You aren’t alone for this, you are united because of it. It’s through your eccentricity that will bond you with the few people that truly understand.

Dear Pisces,

The world consumes you, as you unknowingly consume it. You a radar of sensitivity, picking on the undercurrents that most people don’t notice. Some days it feels like your drowning in those waves, and no one understands. They don’t, and that’s okay. They don’t understand you, because often times, they are half blind to the world around them. You hold unimaginable depth, and some people don’t know how to handle that. You are a sponge, soaking up the world’s vibrations and empathy. This may seem like a curse, but it’s a blessing to see the world so vibrantly. This world consumes you, but that’s okay, because you also have the power to capture it.


*check sun & moon*

So I made another collection! This round of inspirational quotes goes to the philosophers. Like the other times, I hope you enjoy these inspirational quotes and find them inspiring too!

Plato

  • “The beginning is the most important part of the work.”
  • “A good decision is based on knowledge and not on numbers.”
  • “The good is the beautiful.”

Lao Tzu

  • “From caring comes courage.”
  • “Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.”
  • “When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everybody will respect you.”
  • “At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.”
  • “Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them - that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”

Aristotle

  • “Happiness depends upon ourselves.”
  • “You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.”

Socrates

  • “Be as you wish to seem.”
  • “It is not living that matters, but living rightly.”
  • “Let him that would move the world first move himself.”

Epictetus

  • “No great thing is created suddenly.”
  • “The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.”
  • “It takes more than just a good looking body. You’ve got to have the heart and soul to go with it.”
  • “First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.”
  • “Practice yourself, for heaven’s sake in little things, and then proceed to greater.”
  • “There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.”
  • “Make the best use of what is in your power, and take the rest as it happens.”
  • “Do not seek to bring things to pass in accordance with your wishes, but wish for them as they are, and you will find them.”
  • “It is not he who reviles or strikes you who insults you, but your opinion that these things are insulting.”
  • “Neither should a ship rely on one small anchor, nor should life rest on a single hope.”
  • “It’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.”
  • “The greater the difficulty the more glory in surmounting it. Skillful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempests.”
  • “You may be always victorious if you will never enter into any contest where the issue does not wholly depend upon yourself.”

Soren Kierkegaard

  • “Be that self which one truly is.”
  • “Life has its own hidden forces which you can only discover by living.”
  • “The highest and most beautiful things in life are not to be heard about, nor read about, nor seen but, if one will, are to be lived.”
  • “Face the facts of being what you are, for that is what changes what you are.”
  • “Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”

Hypatia

  • “Life is an unfoldment, and the further we travel the more truth we can comprehend. To understand the things that are at our door is the best preparation for understanding those that lie beyond.”
  • “Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all.”

Confucius

  • “The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential… these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.”
  • “It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.”
  • “Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
  • “Wherever you go, go with all your heart.”
  • “When it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, don’t adjust the goals, adjust the action steps.”
  • “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”

Albert Camus

  • “To be happy we must not be too concerned with others.”
  • “Basically, at the very bottom of life, which seduces us all, there is only absurdity, and more absurdity. And maybe that’s what gives us our joy for living, because the only thing that can defeat absurdity is lucidity.”
  • “I know of only one duty, and that is to love.”
  • “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”
  • “You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.”
  • “You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”
dear //the signs//,

dear //aries//: why do you move so fast? you’re so caught up in yourself you’re missing what’s around you, slow down and look around. one day you’re going to be old and on your death bed unable to breathe, not because your lungs are failing, but because you regret taking everything for granted. stop thinking about yourself and being so impatient. things don’t grow under stress, they die. 

dear //taurus//: you cant buy your own happiness. sure, it makes you feel better but it doesn’t fill the emptiness in your chest. stop expecting everything to happen for you, being lazy isn’t going to get you anywhere and sure isn’t going to help the situation. fixing the problem isn’t losing the fight, it’s putting everything else beside and showing you have a heart of gold you didn’t need your money to buy. 

dear //gemini//: using people’s weaknesses against them and using your underhand tactics isn’t winning. you’re so superficial you come off shallow, you need to let people in, just like how they let you in. but doing what you’re doing isn’t going to get you there. you cant expect everything and give nothing in return. telling someone your favourite colour isn’t going to kill you, let them in even in the smallest ways. if you don’t you’re gonna end up alone, and no one is going to care. not everyone is going to hurt you.

dear //cancer//: feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to make it better. not everything is intended to hurt you and making it a big deal is going to cause unnecessary problems. you can be oversensitive but that doesn’t mean your feelings are invalid, it’s just that person didn’t mean to insult you, it was only a joke so instead of pouting, laugh along and maybe everything will stop being so hurtful and you can see the world isn’t revolving around you, you can hopefully see how beautiful it all is.

dear //leo//: not everything about you has to be a grand gesture or so goddamn pretentious. we already know how much you’re worth and so many people already want a piece of you. you’re giving it to them so much, you’re changing yourself to be the most known person in the room. you’re better as your true self. if you show too much, people are gonna see the gold in you and try to steal it. being the talk of everyone comes with just as many insults as it does compliments. you don’t need to do all that shit to be noticed.

dear //virgo//: being fussy over what you want and then being cold once it’s been given to you isn’t okay. people try hard to please you and its so hard for them. they’re just trying, why cant you see that? why does everything have to be so perfect for you? people don’t try forever, and i know you’re inflexible from changing your opinion, but you cant keep this going. being so cold. people are going to leave and not even your bed is going to be warm anymore.

dear //libra//: changing your mind at the last minute all the time is going to get you left out of plans and events. you’re unreliable and indecisive. the weight on your back from the foundations you built are going to crack if you cant keep your mind on one thing and you keep going along with different ideas. i know you just wanna follow all the paths your mind makes, but if you do that, your towers are going crumble and you’re going to be sitting on the rocks alone rather than in skyscrapers with your friends. you can’t keep rebuilding forever, make up your mind.

dear //scorpio//: why couldn’t you see they loved you and only you? why did you have to trick them into something they already were doing? they weren’t going anywhere, they didn’t want to. keeping them locked up like a possession is only going to make them want to be further away. you have to start trusting them. they only ever wanted you to do that, why couldn’t you? the saying “if you love them let them go” doesn’t always mean break it off with them, it can mean don’t watch their every move and let them have some freedom. trust. them. before you lose them completely.

dear //sagittarius//: people can’t assume what you’re feeling. being unemotional is only going to make people leave. warmth is physical love and if you’re cold everyone isn’t going to give you the love you need, you need to give it back. it isn’t philosophical to be so unresponsive to emotions. you cant keep this up forever, your walls will break and no one is going to be around to pick up the pieces because you would’ve made them all leave. they just wanted to know how you were doing.

dear //capricorn//:  talking to you is like talking to a brick wall, you’re living in a black and white world with your lacking of imagination. people wanna live in colour, it isn’t the 1970′s anymore. bossing people around isn’t going to get them to listen. don’t be proud of making everyone listen to you. that’s how uprisings happen. listen to what people have to say, let them inspire the ideas i know you have in your mind somewhere. if you don’t change, your empire is going to fall and all your friends are going to be the one’s knocking down the door.

dear //aquarius//:  being so far away from everyone on earth isn’t going to get you any closer to the aliens that might not even be out there. you don’t need to hide your emotions to come off cool and distant, if anything they’re just making you seem unwilling to show affection or establish connections with anybody. i know you like to be alone, but sooner or later you’re just going to be lonely. and when you come back down from the atmosphere, no one’s going to be around for you to call home.

dear //pisces//: feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to make everyone else around you do the same. you cant escape all your problems by hiding the truth or playing innocent. you need to face what you’ve done and stop acting like everyone else is in the wrong. people aren’t gonna feel sorry for you anymore if you’re so self-pitying, you already do that enough and people are going to grow tired.


**check your moon as well**

You might not think you’re anything beyond ordinary but everyone who comes into contact with you, even for just a moment, can see that there’s more to you than you possibly know yourself. You’re beautiful that’s undeniable but it’s not a superficial type of beauty, it’s natural just like everything about you. You don’t realize the lasting effect you have on some people. Your radiant smile has the ability to make everyone in the room genuinely smile in return even if they are having the worst possible day. That in itself is a gift but it doesn’t stop there. Your generosity extends to the hearts of everyone you lend a helping hand to. Every single thing I’ve come to see in you shows the purest of hearts. Everything about you is extraordinary and it’s about time someone tells you.
—  For anyone who needs it
Two firsts {Bucky Barnes one shot }

{“Hello :) Would you do a Bucky Barnes imagine where you’re his girlfriend but not an avenger so it happens that you sometimes feel uncomfortable when he invites you to the Tower (you’re also a bit shy) but the others all love you. So one day you visit him after your work wanting to surprise him. When you enter his room he Comes out of the shower and you immediately blush at the sight. You end up that night telling Buck to have your first time with him and he makes it all about you ? :) Thanks} @tieddown-withbattleshipchains

~ I tweaked the request a little, I hope you still like it love, xoxo~ 

Warnings :SMUT , NSFW GIFS, swearing . Fluff 

Masterlist


Dating Bucky Barnes is something you never saw coming . You met at the grocery store , and immediately clicked , quickly going from friends to more within weeks . You’re a shy girl, you went from living in a small town to moving to New York for work .

You’re still semi in your shell , but bucky is slowly breaking you out . You’ve experienced so many new things with him , from ice skating ,trying fried ice cream ( which you quickly became addicted to )& falling in love . Yes, you love,but you haven’t dared to say the words to him. It’s barely been a few months , and you’re not about to risk ruining what you have with him . You’ve learned so many things about each other over the time you’ve been together , he rarely speaks of his past, but he has his moments when he opens up. He’s shown you his most vulnerable side, his broken side , and it only added to your feelings for him.

There’s still a few things you haven’t discussed yet ,the main ones being meeting his friends , and sex . You never push to meet the others , even though you’re curious as to why he hasn’t brought you to meet them yet . But our grateful sex hasn’t come up yet ; not that you don’t want to be intimate with him it’s just .. you’ve never been intimate with anyone on that level . Sure , the two of you have done .. things . But it hasn’t gone far, neither of you has seen the other naked ; he’s only seen you in your bra 3 times before you pulled away to cool down . Part of you is embarrassed to tell him you’re a virgin , you know he wouldn’t judge you , he’s too sweet (you can’t always shake embarrassment) & the other part of you is terrified , what if you aren’t good? A bunch of ‘what ifs’ are stopping you, and you know it’s ridiculous .

Today though, it seems the universe wants to cross both things off your list .

“ y/n!” Buckys voice echoes through your apartment, waking you from your nap . You grumble and shove your face back into the pillows on your couch .
“ doll it’s 3pm why are you napping?!” He chuckles as he takes in your appearance; had sprawling over the pillows as your face is buried in the fluffy pillows. Your answer is muffled by the pillows . You squeal as his hands grip your waist to flip you over . The wide smile on his face makes you giggle as he hovers above you .

“ I thought you were busy today handsome?” You question as you lift your hand to brush his hair behind his ear . He leans down, pecking your lips before letting his body collapse over yours . You groan as his weight falls on you, making him laugh as he nuzzles his face in to crook of your neck

“ I canceled a few things, I was thinking maybe - if you’re up for it- we could go to the tower, maybe hangout there for the night since you’re off tomorrow?” You hear he hesitation in his voice , does he think I’ll say no?

“ I’d love to Bucky! ”
He lifts his head, locking his eyes on yours
“ you don’t have to y/n I just-”

You smush his cheeks between your hands , successfully cutting him off
“ I want to meet your friends ,who knows , maybe I’ll like them better than I like you.” You smirk while his faves scrunches even more in offense . Before you know it, Buckys hands are digging into your sides , your body twitching as he relentlessly tickles you. You scream at the intrusion , then fall into a fit of giggles

“ maybe I shouldn’t bring you there, I can’t be losing my best girl .” He says as he continues . After 6 minutes of you trying to call a truce and retracting your previous statement that started all this, bucky let up, rolling onto the floor and pulling you on top of him as he lands .
You land straddling his hips , your hands falling to balance yourself on his chest. A smirk plays at his lips as his hands snake up your thighs to grasp your hips .

“ gotta say, I’m liking this position Doll, the view is incredible .”

You blush and move to get up , but his hands tighten and hold you to him . Your heart begins racing when he begins sitting up , when his chest presses to yours and his nose nudges yours you nearly melt into a puddle . The feeling of him under you feels so.. right. He leans in , finally connecting your lips in a messy kiss , a kiss that has you moaning against his lips & and fingers weaving through his hair . His hands Are busy on your waist , guiding your hips to rolling against his hardening buldge . You pull back from him to gasp at the feeling , but he doesn’t let your lips lean his long . Things don’t slow down from there, his hands glide up, lifting your shirt over your head , then gently groping over your bra covered chest . Your back naturally arches at the feeling, pushing more into his hands , his lips finally leave yours to trail down your neck, nipping and lick until he gets to your chest . 

 Your hips keep moving with his , you can feel your center growing wetter and wetter with every roll of his hips and touch of his lips on your chest. You’ve never .. finished before , but gore sure this tightening feeling in your body is a sure sign of it Happening soon, and you find yourself chasing it . Your whimpers are growing louder, hitting an all time high when Bucky begins whispering in your ear .
“ Jesus doll, im going finish and I haven’t even gotten to feel you wrapped around me yet . Are you close too? God, I want to feel you right , warm pussy squeezing my cock Doll , I want to watch you really ride me .”

His hands go to unclasp your bra and you freeze , snapping out of your lust driven daze. You gently push at his chest , putting a little space between you two
“ b-buck, we should get ready to go , don’t wanna keep everyone waiting .” Your voice is shakey as you cock block not only yourself, but bucky too. He’s going to hate me .

He groans at your suggestion , but agrees . He gives you one last deep kiss before letting you off him.
“ this isn’t over doll.” He calls after you as you walk into your room. You sigh as soon as you’re out of eyesight , running a hand through your hair , your body still buzzing from the near orgasm , this man is going to be the death of me .


An hour after meeting the team

Everything has been going great ! Everyone was so welcoming , wanda engulfed you in a hug before she even said hello , and you instantly formed a bond with her and Natasha . Most of the guys (besides Steve) keep commenting on how beautiful you are, and how you’re out of Buckys league. After every comment , you see a flash of annoyance cross Buckys face. After sam makes a comment on how angelic you are compared to Bucky , you can see your boyfriend about to erupt . so before he can say anything to Sam ,you move away from wanda to plop yourself in his lap& wrap your arms around him before commenting back to Sam
“ I’m far from an angel sam .” You wink , and watch as a blush rise on Steves cheeks and sams chokes on the beer he’s drinking from your insinuation .

“ damn Barnes . You really hit the jackpot with this one .” Sam declares after he recovers . Bucky smiles, leaning up to kiss your cheek .

“ im aware . It’s getting kinda late, what do you say we head to bed Doll? ” he asks , his wide puppy eyes silently beg you . He wasn’t lying , it’s almost 2am , so you both say your goodbyes , and promise to be awake for breakfast with everyone in the morning .

He leads you to his room at the tower , and the second you enter you laugh. He has random captain America merchandise all over . He groans , tossing the cap teddy bear off his bed .

“ I’m going to kill Wilson .” He mutters as you double over laughing . There is posters, clocks, a rug shaped like Steves shield and captain America pillows all over the room. Bucky begins digging through his dresser as he grumbles about getting payback . You understand their relationship, they tease each other like brothers , sometimes too much or harsh but they seem to make it past it .

“ I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick doll, get comfy !” You watch him walk away with a towel with a towel in hand , he tosses you a quick wink as he closes the door .

You grab your bag , and switch into your pajamas , but as you search for your shorts you come up empty . You groan and fall back into his bed in only a baggy shirt and panties . How did I forget pants ?!? It’s not your first sleepover with him, but you get just as nervous every time .

The bathroom door swings open, steam billowing out as Bucky emerges with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Holy hell , how - why - DAMN. You take in his bare chest & the sharp V on his waist . He clears his throat, an amused look settling in his face , busted .

“ see something you like darling ?”

You scoff and roll your eyes “ you’re alright .”

Before you even process what’s happening , Bucky is on you, pinning your hands on either side of your head . His lips hovering above yours as he settles between your legs . You let out a tiny squeak as he rolls his barely covered hips down against yours .

“ that’s a shame , since I think you’re a lot more than alright doll.” He whispers, nipping your ear . Your body and mind fall on the same page , and you realize this is it . This is happening , I’m doing this, we are doing this .

His lips land on yours , the kiss sweet and slow . His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you immediately part , letting his tongue glide against yours , making you moan at the contact . His hands release yours , moving down to crawl up your thighs until they land at the top of your panties . They playfully dip under the band and you break away from his kiss , your eyes wide and full of clear fear . His eyes meet yours and he pulls back
“ what’s wrong ? I- I didn’t mean to push-”

“ no ! No you didn’t - there’s nothing wrong ! I just - uh - I’m- ” you begin stuttering and he takes your face in his hands to calm you.
“ relax , take a breath . ”
You nod, taking a moment before blurting out “im a virgin .” Your eyes widen and you groan , pushing his hands away so you can drop your head into your own . Way to ruin yo mood , god I suck .

You hear a small chuckle and peek through your fingers . Bucky tugs your wrists so your face is no longer hidden .

“ doll, it’s alright . Actually it’s more than alright. Atleast now I know why you alway stop before things go further . I was starting to think you didn’t want me.” He admits , making your heart drop. I never wanted him to think that

“ you are so incredibly wrong Bucky Barnes . I want you so much it scares me . I just … I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t want to disappoint you .”

He silences you with a kiss, he keeps it gentle and sweet but it still has you panting .
“ you will never disappoint me . Do you want this?” He quietly asks ,
“ yes.” You breath out . He smiles as he ducks done to kiss you again . This time though, it had a rougher edge to it . His lips nip at yours , his hands roam up your shirt to remove it before he slides down to remove your panties . When you’re fully bare Bucky pulls back, looking at your naked body for the first time . A dazzling smile plays at his lips as his eyes travel down your body. Why isn’t he saying anything ?!?!??!

He leans down, his lips kissing just under your ear .“ You’re breathtaking doll. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful.” Your panic disappears& Chills rise from his words mixed with his warm breath fanning over your neck .

Your hands cup his face, guiding his lips to Yours . You fall into comfort , your body feeling his as your hips roll against him. You sneak your hand down his body , ripping the towel from his waist . You bite your lip at the sight, his cock bounces against his stomach , how is that going to fit in me?! Oh god , he’s going to break my vagina . Is that even humanly possible? Death by broken vagina , real great thing to have carved on my headstone .

His chuckle snaps you into reality “ doll, I’ll do my best to make sure his doesn’t hurt. Tell me to stop if it’s too much alright? ” you nod in agreement , and then the fun starts .

His lips begin kissing down your neck, switching between sucking and nipping until he reaches your bare chest, with one hand he rolls your pebbled nipple , using his mouth to suck the other Into his warm mouth .
“ oh my god - ” you moan out at the feeling of his teeth grazing your nipple. His free hand travels down , gently Swirling around your clit . You arch your back with a gasp at the feeling , no matter how many times you’ve touched your self you’ve ever actually made yourself cum . The feeling of Buckys rough hands on you is earth shattering .

You fist one hand in the sheets beneath you and one in Buckys hair , holding him to your chest as he switches between nipples . He slides a single finger into your pussy, moaning at how wet you already are . He slowly thrusts it , using his thumb to continue circling your clit. You already feel so full from just one finger , but you want more .
“ bucky please - I need- oh!” Your voice fades into a loud moan as he adds another finger and increases his speed . He Keeps on hands attention on your chest, tugging and rolling your nipples , while his lips dance with yours . You hips lift to press against his finger and he moans out at the feeling

“ you’re so tight, so much tighter than I could of imagined Doll. ” you hum at his words , A gasp slipping out as he adds a third metal finger to your pussy.
“ oh fuck- i think I’m going to -”. You’re cut off by your own orgasm
“ James !” You whimper his name out as pleasure waves over your body, your vision going white at the feeling . His fingers continue , moving slower to pull you through .
Your eyes snap open when you feel his weight disappear from your body , and you watch as he moves lower until he’s eye level with your glistening center .
He hums, before diving in, his tongue licking you clean . The feeling is one you will never get sick of , his tongue lapping at your folds as his finger circles your pussy , teasing it.
You buck your hips closer to his face, craving more, needing more pressure .

“ please !” You beg , already addicted to the new feeling of pleasure he’s brought to you.
“ what do you want doll ? ”
You whimper out , but he doesn’t take that as an answer
“ I need words y/n. Do you want me to keep using my fingers ? Or my mouth ? ” he punctuates each word with the action , sucking your clit harshly before moving up to your lips continuing “ or do you want my cock? Do you want me to -”

You huff out in annoyance and use all your strength flip the two of you so your straddling him, his hard length trapped between you .
His eyes widen as you playfully smirk at him
“ cat got your tongue Barnes ?” You roll your hips against his erection , both of you moaning at the feeling .

He leans up, pulling you so your bare chests are pressed together , and your lips are brushing over each other’s .
“ I love you .” Your breath hitches at his words , the world disappears around you, leaving just the two of you .

“ you don’t have to say it back-”
“ I love you James Buchanan Barnes. ”

You crash your lips to his , and the playful atmosphere turns to pure passion, pure love . The kiss is slow and deep , your hands tugging at his hair as it continues . Your hips roll with his , but oh can’t take the anticipation anymore . You lean back on calves , taking his length in your hand .you swipe the tip through your soaked folds , moaning at the feeling of his warmth on you.

“ are you sure your ready doll?” Bucky asks, his voice gruff . You smile at him and nod
“ make love to me James .” He moans at the sound of his name on your lips , he takes a hold of his member, and lines it up with your entrance before stopping
“ wait do we-”
“ I’m on the pill.” You whine , moving your hips so that his tip lips in . You gasp at the intrusion , only getting louder as he slowly pushes his way into you . He finally bottoms out, you’re fully seated in his lap , his cock stretching you out to the max . It doesn’t exactly hurt , it’s more like a dull ache . He experimentally thrusts, making the ache explode into pleasure .
“ oh!”
He smiles and does it again, receiving a rewarding moan . You lock eyes and smile, letting him know to continue . As he begins thrusting all signs of discomfort leave, replaced with pure pleasure . He doesn’t rush, keeping his thrusts slow , but you’re already craving so much more
“ James , harder , please .” You beg , the conflicted look on his face already tells you he isn’t going to do it , he’s too afraid f hurting you. So you take what you want. You lay your hand on his chest and lift you hips just to drop back down on him. He groans at the feeling , you bite your lip at the feeling of his tip rubbing against a sensitive spot within you . Your pace picks up until you’re bouncing yourself on his dick . His hand switch between roughly gripping your hips, to toying with you tits as they bounce in front of him .


“ holy - fuck Doll you feel so good .” You can’t even form words to respond , your sending over flowing with pleasure . Your bodies are covered with a light layer of sweat , and your thighs are burning from the position but you keep going , bouncing yourself harder on him as you chase after both of your orgasms . His grip tightens on your hips and he flips you , resulting in a surprised yelp from you. He managed to keep his cock nestled inside you during the transition, and immediately picked up a quick pace , slamming himself into you relentlessly. Moans falling from your lips with every thrust , the new angle making things so much more intense . The tightening feeling in your stomach it’s nearing its end once again , and you begins matching Buckys thrusts with your own

“ im so close James , keep- ahh- going!”
He leans back lifting your hips so your lower half is kind of in his lap and he begins pounding into you at an animalistic speed
“James !”
“ cum for me Doll, im right -mmm -behind you” he says. His finger find your clit and behind harshly rubbing against it , sending you spiraling into your finish . The feeling of his finish costing your walls makes You cry out his name from how intense it feels . You tug him down to you, his lips crashing into yours as you ride out your climaxes together . When you part , your breath matches his , labored and harsh . You both smile at each other , you whimper as he pulls out of you , your body already so sensitive . He leans back, watching as his cum along with yours drips out of your pussy . He groans at the sight, biting his lips and massaging your thighs as he does . You raise your eyebrows at him , giggling at his blush when we realizes you caught him just staring at your vagina . He heads to the bathroom , returning with a warm washcloth to clean up. You flinch at the feeling and he sends you an apologetic smile , knowing how sensitive you must be . He tosses the towel and hops back into bed with you .

“ did it hurt ?” He asks as he tugs your body to his, making you the little spoon

“ atfirst it was a little uncomfortable , but it faded into pure pleasure .” You admit with a smile. He chuckles into your hair , holding you tighter against him.
“ I’m happy it was with you James , I love you.” You confess with a yawn. Your eyelids begin fluttering shut and you know it’s a battle you’re going to lose . As you behind drifting asleep you still manage to hear him
“ I love you too Doll.”

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Soulmates AU (11)

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

And on this night, and in this light (ao3) - screamtobeheard

Summary: “I think I’ll skip sleep, you’re a very comfortable pillow,” Dan tells him.
“I’m glad,” Phil says. He looks so soft and cuddly right now and on moments like these Dan swears he feels the tattoo throbbing on his hip. Or a different part of his body, he isn’t keeping track anymore.You get a tattoo once you fall in love, Dan’s been hiding his from Phil for a while now

Annoying Songs stuck in my head (ao3) - personalfreakshow

Summary:  Soulmate AU where you get a song stuck in your head, if your soulmate is singing it (and at random times as well, duh). Only, the thing is, you already know that you are soulmates, and you are living together. And it is just simply annoying.

Arrows That Pierces The Heart (ao3) - star4545

Summary:  Artist Dan is one of a few people that in a world full of soulmates is incapable of love, but his quirky neighbor Phil shows him that maybe there is love for him.

Beautiful (ao3) - SkiesOfSilver

Summary: Based on this prompt; you write something on your skin and it will show up on your soul mate’s skin as well.Imagine having a super artistic soulmate who draws flowers and designs and really beautiful patterns all over their arms and person 2 just sits there and watches the little lines appear on their arms and they can’t stop smiling and it’s their favourite part of the day.

Cancer isn’t a Stop for Everything (ao3) - Star4545

Summary:  Dan has leukemia, and doesn’t know how much time he has left. Phil rushes to spend as much time as he can with him.

Color Me Blue (ao3) - carefully_crafted_cliches

Summary: Everyone sees the world in black and white until they touch their soulmate for the first time.A soulmate au with a bit of 2009!phan.

English Bluebells (ao3) -  GlobZrt

Summary: The flower extended high in the air, when it droops, lowering its head. Its silk like petals curl up, forming like a bell. There were rows of them, their blue lavender color reminding him of the sliver of daylight before dusk

Found You (ao3) - mkouche

Summary:  Every person can see what their soulmate has written on their bodies.
Who’s doodling on Dan? Who’s printing on Phil?

[from blue to hazel brown] (ao3) - bisexual_dean_winchester

Summary: Dan likes old things. He likes antique shops and used bookstores. He likes mystery novels, and has everything except his life figured out.Phil likes comic books, and fluffy armchairs. He likes his job, and his life in general. Well, he tries to convince himself that he does anyways.Soulmate AU where the eyes of your soulmate are tattooed onto your arm from birth, they open when your soulmate is born, and grow as the person they belong to does.

My Giant Weeb (ao3) - Amys_Musings

Summary:  Prompt : soulmate marks. But one of their marks is in Japanese. “i thought I’d have to move to japan to find you but turns out you’re just a giant weeb”

Nemo Nisi Mors (ao3) - TinksMind_Thea

Summary: Phil has a super artistic soulmate.
Phil is also super forgetful.So when Phil writes down all his appointments on his hand, Dan ends up with constant reminders that, honestly, he can’t even read. So he decides to do little doodles everyday for his soulmate. A beautiful connection forms but will they ever find each other?
Or is this too beautiful to risk shattering?

One Second Closer (ao3) - goldenrose95

Summary:  Soulmate AU where you’re born with a timer on your wrist that counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate. Except there’s one other case when the numbers reach zero, and Phil doesn’t find out until he’s too late. Almost.

Pain Killers (ao3) - AllusionToReality

Summary:  Your soul mate is the only one who can hurt you. In a painless society, only the lucky ones experience the most tragedy, the most emotion. Some say they are the only ones to truly live.

quixotic (ao3) - lastphanhope

Summary:  Phil was always told his soulmate would be a beautiful girl with shiny hair and a good sense of humour. It’s not, his soulmate is Dan Howell, who’s got too many walls that Phil’s determined to break down, falling in love with him just happens in the process.

Singing Songs That Nobody Wrote (ao3) - Star4545

Summary:  If you have a soulmate, their favorite lyric gets tattooed on your body. Phil is a singer, and his favorite lyrics are his own. Dan loves the lyrics

Soulfinders (ao3) - JulienneJc

Summary:  In an Alternate Universe when we where born, we have a clock implanted on our wrist, counting down to the day we meet our soulmate

Wake Me Up Inside (ao3) - fluffycloudsofphan

Summary: For as long as Dan could remember, people have told him that you will dream of your soulmate everynight until you find them. Everyone has always explained there dreams to be pleasant and joy-filled.So why does he keep dreaming of his soulmate dying?

When the Clock Strikes Twelve (ao3) - Willow_Angel

Summary:  Phan AU. Dan is embarrassed by the time on his tattoo until he meets a handsome stranger at a party for the prince.

We Once Fell in Love (But Now We’re Just Falling) (ao3) - twentytwentytwo

Summary:  In a world where once you turn eighteen, you don’t age until you find your soulmate, Dan Howell is lucky enough to find Phil immediately. But then Phil dies from an illness and Dan doesn’t think he’ll ever be happy again. That is, until Phil get reincarnated a year later. However, Dan wasn’t ready to have Phil back in fear of losing him, so he flees from Manchester to London. Now Dan is twenty-four and Phil has found him for the third time. Will Dan let himself fall in love again, or will he be running from Phil for all of eternity?

You Only Have a First Meeting Once (ao3) - Willow_Angel

Summary:  AU. In which Phil has a strange time for his tattoo, and a handsome boy at the prince’s party has the same.

Love is patient,
except sometimes, it isn’t. like when you’ve already gone months without seeing her and you’re so badly yearning for more of her that it hurts, it hurts you deep in your core. like when you can’t wait to be with her again, like when you want so badly want to make up for lost time; to trace the patterns of freckles on her shoulders that you haven’t felt in so long; to kiss her and lose yourself in her again like you did the first time, like you haven’t done in so long. like when you’re in a hurry to become us all over again and waiting just one more day is enough to drive you crazy.

love is kind.
except sometimes, it isn’t. because sometimes love is hearing a sound and thinking for a split second that she’s here with you, only to realize a moment later that you are waking up alone after she’s already woken up hours before you, miles away from you. and it’s cruel, it’s cruel to love someone you can’t be with, it’s cruel to love someone you can’t comfort when she’s upset and crying, it’s cruel to love someone you can only reach through text messages and phone calls. they’re enough to get you through the day, but never enough at the same time. 

It does not envy,
except sometimes, it does. because there are people who are able to take her out to dinner, to go to the movies with her, to go over her house and just sit there, to be with her - and you can’t. and green is all you can see because they just don’t realize these simple pleasure are everything to you; green is all you can see because you can’t do the things that they take for granted. 

it does not boast,
except sometimes, it does.  and how can it not? when the most amazing creature that God has ever created is yours, yours alone and no one else. how can it not succumb to the desires to shout to the world about how blessed you are to have this beautiful human in your life? how can it not tell everyone and anyone who is listening, over and over and over again, just how much you love her? 

it is not proud
except sometimes it is. because pride is all you can feel for her, when she calls you with good news or when she accomplishes something she didn’t think she could do or when she achieves a goal she has always wanted to achieve or when she does something that makes your heart swell up for love with her and you’re so full, full to the brim, that you can barely breathe but with your final breaths, you will use them to exclaim just how proud of her you are, just how proud you are to be in love with her. 

It does not dishonor others,
except sometimes, it does. but not intentionally. sometimes, other people are so offended and disgusted by your love for her, you have dishonored them without even realizing it. when you hold her hand in a crowded store or kiss her cheek when you meet her at the airport or cry in her arms when you say goodbye at the train station, you will attract stares before you even know what to do about it. let them stare. because her hand, her kiss, her arms mean more to you than anything in the world. and sometimes, dishonoring others is okay as long as you aren’t dishonoring yourself. 

it is not self-seeking,
except sometimes, it is. like when you just spent a week straight with her but the second you are back home, you start looking at plane tickets for the next time you can be together. you start planning, picking dates, calling off work, arranging rides to the airport and train station. all because you can’t stand to be away from her, because you crave being with her more than you can even begin to put into words. because you love her and you want to be with her and a week is just never long enough. 

it is not easily angered,
except sometimes, it is. because in the day and age of digital media, Helvetica Neue still is not able to convey sarcasm or any feelings really. and it is so easy to misconstrue or misunderstand, it is so easy for tempers to flare and tears to fall. and then she calls you, and you can hear her voice and your anger subsides. we must allow the anger to visit but we must not allow it to stay.

it keeps no record of wrongs.
except sometimes, it does. memories are stronger than we think and you were such a bitch to her the other day, you can’t stop thinking about it, even after she’s already forgiven you and moved on from it. you can’t move on. you keep thinking about the things you said, the things you didn’t say, the things you wish you said, the way you said it, the way you should have said it. you were wrong and you know it, but she still loves you anyway. 

It always protects,
always. when you wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and shaking, she will hold you until you can sleep again. when you forget how to breathe, she will put your hand to her chest and remind you. when anxiety eats away at you from the inside out, she will make you feel safe. when you can’t get out of bed, she will lay there with you. when it hurts, she will take away your pain. 

always trusts,
always. when she says she’s going out drinking, you trust that she won’t get drunk and drive. when she smokes five cigarettes in one day, you trust that she will take it easy tomorrow. when she stops replying to your messages, you trust that she is well and safe. you trust that she is not lying to you. you trust that she has your best interest at heart. you trust that she would never intentionally do anything to harm you. you trust that she loves you as much as she says she does. 

always hopes,
always. because the future seems so bright when her smile is all you can see. because she called you up today to talk about name options for the baby boy you hope to have one day. because you can’t wait for the day your home is full of cats and dogs. because you can’t wait for the day your home becomes our home.

always perseveres.
always. because she’s worth it. she’s worth all of the flight delays. she’s worth all of cab services that won’t let you pay with a credit card. she’s worth having to change your plans to see each other because real life gets in the way and you can’t make it, not this time. she’s worth all of the tears you shed because you're anticipating saying goodbye. she’s worth all of the travel anxiety, all of the money spent just to be together, all of the days you can’t be together. because she’s worth it. because you’re both worth it. 

Love never fails.
never.

—  1 Corinthians 13:4-8
(cc, 2016)
Surprise

Jeon Jungkook

{Word Count: 1k}

Category: Fluff

WARNINGS: Smut Mentioned

(A/N) Happy birthday Jungkook. I can’t believe he’s so old??? It feels like he’s still the 16 year old on AHL. This fanfic is inspired by the saucy details my friend, Jeon Yehbin told me about Jungkook and how he isn’t as afraid of girls as everyone thinks ;)

Originally posted by jeonwilds

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some Tadashi Hamada headcanons because why the heck not

–he’s rather sweet and shy to new people, but he opens up pretty easily once he’s introduced to them.

–he’s pretty snarky and sassy around his friends, and he’s a complete and utter jerk to Hiro just because he’s his little brother and he can.

–he sings in the shower. really loudly. like, at the top of his lungs loudly. he’s not a bad singer–actually, he has a beautiful voice–but sometimes Aunt Cass has to tell him to quiet down because people in the café downstairs can hear him over, like, everything

he’s also a surprisingly great dancer, but sometimes Aunt Cass has to yell at him because his dancing gets a little too suggestive

he’s terrified of creepy crawlies. whenever he sees one he visibly freaks out, probably makes an unmanly shriek noise, grabs whatever’s close to him and just chucks it at the offending insect. Hiro thinks it’s hilarious.

–he LOVES texting. he’s always texting Hiro and everyone else every chance he gets, and Gogo says he’s addicted to it.

–the little moped/scooter thing he drives in the movie was originally his father’s. normal vehicles never really caught his interest as a kid, but he loved the scooter. his dad would always take him for rides on it, and he promised Tadashi that it would become his when he was old enough. after his parents’ deaths, he never worked up the nerve to even touch his father’s scooter until he was around 16 and got his license. even then he felt bad for tampering with it, but he couldn’t just leave it lying around forever. besides, normal vehicles still didn’t interest him much.

–he sometimes wears glasses, but he only needs them to read.

–when he was four years old and his mother was pregnant with Hiro, he swore up and down that she swallowed a ball. so when Hiro was born, when he saw his little brother for the first time, he said in a very serious voice “that is one weird-looking ball.”

–he loves coffee, and every time Hiro gives him crap about it, he replies with something along the lines of “it’s no worse than those sugary sodas you like to drink.”

–he’s always sneaking sweets from the café downstairs, but he’ll never admit it.

–he’ll also never admit that he sometimes eats Hiro’s gummy bears on him

–he doesn’t watch a whole lot of TV, but when he does find a show that he likes, he gets hooked, and ends up binge-watching it on Netflix for like 12 hours straight

he prefers soft music to hard music, and upbeat music to edgy music. heavy metal scares him.

–there’s a reason he’s usually wearing a blazer or some sort of coat–he’s always cold!

–he gets slightly cross-eyed when he’s panicked

–he picked up a little bit on Aunt Cass’ baking skills, and he makes the best chocolate chip cookies in San Fransokyo

Rowaelin parent headcanons

Rowaelin Headcanons *with the kiddies* (feat. pregnant Aelin and Sappy Daddy Rowan)

Nessian Manorian Feysand - Other baby Headcanons :)

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 -Rowan would be the most protective husband ever because he sees Aelin but he can’t help but think about Lyria and how he wasn’t there for her omg the tears are real

 -anyways so Rowan is on it as fuck like Aelin don’t have to do shit like he makes her breakfast in bed helps her get dressed when she’s too big and ties her shoes when she can’t reach her feet anymore.

-Aelin Lowkey is annoyed with him 24/7 but she’s also emotional and hormonal as hell and he’s the only one who will put up with her random rampages.

-she’s also horny All. The. Time. Rowan also helps with this 😏😏

-when she goes into labour Rowan is calm and helps her breath and pretty much treats her like she’s a wounded solider to the point where she’s like SHOW SOME EMOTION YOU BASTARD and at this point he freaks out.

-so they have a little girl and she’s crying and so is Aelin and so is Rowan but then the healer is like ‘oh no m8’ and Rowan freezes and he thinks there must be something seriously wrong because Aelin is still in serious pain and the healer looks really concerned

-and then everyone realises that she’s still giving birth. Yep. They’re having twins.

-and at this point Rowan is holding his baby girl and he has to hand her away because holy shit he’s gonna faint.

-and then they have a beautiful baby boy too and it’s everything Rowan and Aelin wanted. Their own lil’ family.

-So they are like the best little fam ever.

-Aelin is the most dedicated mother ever and loves her babies so much. She takes them to the markets around Terrasen so that everyone can see her beautiful (and best dressed) bubs.

-every time she sees other babies she’s like ‘that could be your mate. Or that could be your mate’ she’s like Oprah seriously.

-(she’s still hormonal and just full of love)

-especially for her man. Damn seeing him with children before was bad enough but when she sees him with their own kids??? Sees him playing with them and making them giggle??? She’s didn’t realise that she could love him even more.

-so their little girl is soooo troublesome even for a baby. Like the type of baby that throws their food away and smirks. So like she’s Aelin 110%.

-and their boy has a perpetual frown and it’s so cute. Like can you just imagine his and Rowan’s matching frowns. Aelin loves it and makes it her personal goal to make them collectively smile.

-when one of their kids cry during the night the other one always joins in. It happens so often that Aelin freaks out when she doesn’t hear them. It happens one night and she gets so panicked to only realise that Rowan is gone so she quietly goes next door to the babies room and sees Rowan holding both the babies, one in each arm, AND HES SINGING TO THEM IN THE ANCIENT LANGUAGE and tears come to Aelin’s because she never expected to be this happy in a million years.

Fallen Angel part 1

Summary: Chuck decided that it was time to make one last angel, one who wasn’t exactly an angel but was more powerful then an archangel.


Paring: father! Chuck x reader, brothers! & sisters! Angels x reader, babysitting Brother! Cas x baby! Reader


A/n: this story idea actually came to when when I was on YouTube listening to music. Always feedback is always welcomed to anyone if you like it, feel free to like it. Wanna request something for this series message or go to my ask box and I shall add it.


Fandom: Supernatural for now but later on will be a cross over with the Avengers.



Chuck stood inside of a room walking while bouncing a (h/c) haired baby girl in his arms, her eyes were closed but each of them were a beautiful (dark/light) shade of (e/c).


A knock was sounded on the door and Chuck turned around making sure to carefully hold the baby in his right arm while he used his left one to open up the door. Outside the door stood Michael who had took a glance at the child in his father’s arm, but hadn’t said anything about her.


“Father, everyone is waiting outside for you.” Michael says, nodding his head Chuck excused himself back into the room and placed the baby down in the (f/c) crib, which stood in the middle of the room.


Michael stepped back as his father exited out of the room closing the door gently, but leaving it cracked a bit just incase something where to happen like her waking up or crying out for a bottle.


Both men made their way throughout the house and towards the front door, upon leaving the house both men could see a crowd of all of the angels standing outside all awaiting their father’s command.


Michael left his father’s side and stood alongside his brothers, each and everyone who lived in heaven was their even those who weren’t welcome no more such as Lucifer and Castiel.


“Now, you all maybe wondering why I have called you all here into one of heaven room.” Chuck said, “Yes that would be great daddy'o.” said a sarcastic Lucifer with his arms crossed.


Ignoring him Chuck continued on with his speech, “I have decided that I wanted to make one last angel.” mutters from the angels and archangel’s filled the room.


“Yes I know some of you all may disagreed with my actions but I think that this was needed!” Chuck says.


“And what is of this angel father?” said a angel in the back.


“Well for one the angel is a child.” Chuck responds.


“So, a baby angel.” chuckled Gabriel.


“Not exactly my son-” chuckled a nervous Chuck, “While (Y/n) may be a baby angel as you called her she isn’t a angel.”


“So an archangel?!” Castiel askes.


“No, not that either.” Chuck replies, “I’ve decided to make the first ever heaven born fallen angel.”


No one spoke a word just stared at Chuck like he was a crazy man, “Father-” Michael says stepping forward, “If I may say, but aren’t fallen angel normally angels that haven fallen from heaven’s gates or was cast down?”


“No….well yes…..but not (y/n). In a way she is like you all, she has wings and will be given an angel blade when other and will be taught like other young angels her age, but she will be like an archangel as well as possessing the gift of having more then 2 wings and many more gifts.”


“If she is not of an angel or of an archangel then what is she of?” spoke another angel.


“I am just of (Y/n).”


Everyone’s eyes faced behind Chuck, their mouths agasped at the sight of the naked (h/c) haired beauty, “You’ve grown faster then I’ve expected.” Chucked mumbled out.


“That I have father.” (Y/n) says walking forward, “I may have been created mearly hours ago but I have such an amazing growth father, I can hear and see everything, I know of the wars heaven has had when you abandoned everyone.”


Chuck took a step back as (Y/n) stepped forward, her (dark/light) (e/c) eyes held a flicker of darkness in them.


“I’ve seen it all father, even after just being created I have so many plans in mind for heaven.”


“Great! Another Lucifer, just what we needed!” Gabriel spoke.


“Oh dear big brother-” (y/n) walked closer until she was standing just a few meters away from everyone, “I am not at all like my brother Lucifer, we may show similarities such as the feeling of hate and pain but I can guarantee you that I am much more of my own person.”


“You think you have power over us!” Lucifer stepped forward, “You think you can control us.” Lucifer yelled now standing directly in front of her, “We are a thousand and more years old! We can not die!”


A smirk had risen upon (Y/n)’s face as she stepped closer to Lucifer, her bare chest touched his clothed one, “While that may be so brother-” leaning forward her hand pressed against his chest, “You are my bitch here.” and with that said a glow erupted from Lucifer and (y/n), everyone closed their eyes until the light dulled. Upon opening their eyes both archangel and fallen angel were gone.


And no one had any idea where they went.


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Guardian (VII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Jongdae/Baekhyun

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,210

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Chen is your guardian angel)


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the law of attraction: my smol volley squad.

In response to Aki’s previous ask here, this is my small opinion/character analysis on what kind of person they’d fall for, how they would fall in love, and what kind of person would be best for my volley squad, based on what little i know about human beings and relationships in real life. Here goes!

Kuroo Tetsurou.

How They Fall: We can all agree that Kuroo’s pretty adept at reading people, picking out their underbelly and prodding at the right places. But it might be because of that acute observation that he doesn’t really listen to his gut very much (when it comes to attraction, he cares about rationality less when it’s with friends- when he doesn’t have a motive or goal). I feel like Kuroo would be the type who thinks he knows what he wants and goes for it, but somehow it doesn’t really click until it’s too late that he’s missing something, or he made a mistake (usually about himself, not the other person), and then he’s in a pickle, because he also doesn’t seem like the type to be able to discard people easily because he’s decided in his mind that this person is someone he chose, and he should bear the consequences.

However, I think Kuroo would be the wary type. He might find himself attracted to people easily (probably because he seems such an easy-going/flexible person), but it’s just a small electric shock kind of feeling, or a ‘oh, wow, they’re cute’, and because he knows himself to some extent, he brushes a lot of these feelings away because he thinks that it might just be a false alarm. But that’s just for attraction. I think for someone like Kuroo to really fall in love with someone, he’s level headed enough for it to be a slow and deep process. They’re more than just a significant other, this is someone he’s trusted in, he believes to have his back. I think they’d start off as friends, then very good friends, and perhaps after some soul searching, they become actually intimate confidants and perhaps one day Kuroo will realize that the reason why he hasn’t particularly been interested in other people lately is because everything he needs, he already has fulfilled in this one friend, one person. Precisely because Kuroo doesn’t seem like a fickle person, to me, he would fit the slow to trust, yet incredibly trusting and loyal once he opens up to you.

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anonymous asked:

How can i build self confidence

Hi there lovely,

I have some awesome tips for you and some links :)

Steps to improve self Confidence:

  1. Focus on your strengths – figure out what you are good at! There are plenty of things that you are wonderful at and use those to build your confidence! No one is good at everything so do not fret if you are bad at something! Instead focus on what you are good at and enjoy them!
  2. Learn from your mistakes - you don’t have to be good at everything like mentioned above but use your mistakes to your advantage! Don’t worry about them- live and learn!
  3. Do what you love – make time everyday to do something you enjoy! Do something that makes you happy to improve your mood!
  4. Tell yourself you are beautiful - stand in front of a mirror and tell yourself how beautiful you are ! Keep telling yourself and fake it until you make it! Really mean what you are saying a realize all of the beautiful things about you - including any flaws ( they make you unique!)
  5. Turn your negative thoughts into positive ones – instead of thinking your legs are big or whatever your problem is, be thankful you have working legs that you can run marathons with if you wanted! Try to stay optimistic and see the positive side of everything! It will greatly improve your mood and outlook on life!
  6. Realize that beauty has no measure on your life. Okay even if someone is not beautiful that has no relevance to one’s life ! Everyone has worth and is amazing! I am sure you are the prettiest person ever but even if you are not then who really cares? What does it really matter? All that matters is that you are happy and love your life- and that should not be dependent upon whether or not you are pretty.
  7. Weight has no relevance to beauty! Whether you are 100 or 300 pounds you can be beautiful! Please do not relate the two to one another! See this post (:
  8. Spend time with people you love and who love you! It is important to spend time with loved ones! They will boost your mood and confidence! If people have a negative impact on your life then you don’t have to spend time with them! Don’t feel like you must stick around for everyone! You have to put yourself first and make sure you are happy! Don’t let others drag you down!
  9. Remember that life is simple - the sun rises and the sun sets, we just tend to complicate the process. Remember the simplicity in life and let it help you to stay calm and stay focused on the important things! Love yourself and love your life! Enjoy it while you can and don’t let everything stress you out so much!
  10. Be generous! Help others, be kind to others, and give when you can. It will spread love and make you feel better as a person.

Now, lets work on changing your thought process. Changing the way you think about things for example, when you have negative thoughts. Try these thoughts instead:

  • I am ugly - I am beautiful
  • I am worthless - I have worth
  • I am sick - I will heal
  • I hate myself - I will learn to love myself
  • I am weak - I am strong, or I wouldn’t be here today
  • I am moody - I have profound emotional depth
  • I am lost - I will find myself
  • I am scared - I have courage
  • I am crazy - It is normal to struggle
  • I am in pain - It’s okay to hurt
  • I am tired - I will not give up
  • I’m not good enough - I am better than “good enough”
  • I can’t change - I can change

Tips to help end self loathing:

  • Talk to yourself the way you talk to someone you care about: “What would you say to good friend who was going through the same thing you are going through?” These are important questions. If you hate yourself, you likely say things to yourself that you would not dare say to another person. What would you say to somebody else who has the exact same traits as you? What could you say to yourself?
  • Recognize that beliefs do not equal truths: Often, people believe what they tell themselves. If you think you are a loser, you may believe it is absolute truth. Try this cognitive behavioral technique called “the three C’s”: catch, check, change. Catch yourself thinking something negative about yourself. Check whether your distressing thought is true. Change it, if not. You can talk back to your negative thoughts. Challenge them. Serve as a defense attorney to the prosecutor in your head.
  • Embrace the concept of “good enough”: Many people feel they should be perfect—never angry, always generous, never critical, always right, and so on. These expectations deny that imperfection is the human condition. If you are one of these people with too-high expectations for yourself, ask yourself what is good enough?
  • Consider turning to spirituality or religion: Many spiritual or religious traditions center on the belief that people are flawed but inherently good, not only lovable but also inherently loved. These beliefs can serve as a huge balm for the hurting soul. The practices of meditation and mindfulness, too, can foster feelings of self-compassion as well as loving kindness toward others.
  • If you hate yourself for mistakes you made, make amends: You may be reading this and thinking, “This does not apply to me. I did something so awful that I can never be forgiven.” First, as much as you condemn yourself, ask if you would equally condemn—to their face—someone else who did the same thing. If not, then you are being unfair to yourself. Perhaps you really did do something awful. If you cannot make amends to the person or people you harmed, do something good for somebody else. Beating up on yourself serves nobody. Doing good for others or taking part in a larger movement not only helps others, it helps you—and it can lead to self-forgiveness.

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Sometime Around Midnight

A/N: i decided to write this after seeing an ex boyfriend in a club one night making out with his girlfriend and it was emotionally harrowing i was so drunk i went in the bathroom and cried lmao (we’ve been broken up for ages too btw lmao)

Song(s) Used: Sometime Around Midnight - The Airborne Toxic Event (it legit relates to what happened to me)

Pairing: Dan x Reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, sad thoughts (everything that makes up my personality)

Word Count: 1,448 words

Genre: Angst (I just really love angst okay)

Ps. Lyrics are in bold and italic

Dans P.O.V

“and it starts sometime around midnight, or atleast thats when you lose yourself for a minute or two…”

Midnight has always been a vulnerable time. Midnight is when you’re at your emotional peak, some could say.

Things in my life werent going the way i had planned, lets say. But I decided I would try my best to have a great time while I could. I mean, I was in Orlando for Playlist Live surrounded by amazing company; so I decided to follow the crowd to a party and now, here I am at midnight.

I dont know if it was because it was midnight, or because of all the alcohol I had consumed during the night, but there was something that was making me feel vulnerable, almost like I was anxious and on edge. Maybe it wasn’t either of those two. Maybe it was something else?

But then she walks in, and it’s almost like everything has frozen around her.

“as you stand under the bar lights, and the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while, and the pianos this melancholy soundtrack to her smile; and that white dress shes wearing you haven’t seen her for a while…”

(Y/n) walks in looking as beautiful as she always has been, walking in wearing an amazing white dress. The band started playing some song about letting go and forgetting yourself.

How ironic.

I look towards (Y/N) and I can see her smiling brightly at everyone, the same smile she always gave me until I fucked it all up. Her smile alone is enough to take me back to all of the great times we had together, because thats the same smile she always had on, and the melody of the piano solo of the song in the background is reminding me of those times,

those times I will never get back.

I just stood by the bar, watching her, evaluating her. I was too busy watching her that I never noticed the boy that walked in behind her…

“but you know that she is watching, she’s laughing, shes turning, she holding her tonic like a crux…”

For a second, I caught her eye, and I felt the heat rush to my face and I gave her a shy smile, but she gave one back.

She walks up to her group of youtuber friends at the party, and it seems like she’s having a great time, she’s laughing, she’s dancing and holding her drink as if her life depended on it.

All while looking my way, kind of like a message to tell me that her life is great.

But seeing her so happy and having fun is almost breaking my heart, because I’m feeling the complete opposite

“the room suddenly spinning she walks up and asks how you are, so you can smell her perfume; you can see her lying naked in your arms…”

The night started to progress and I got even drunker to forget about all of the memories that came with seeing (Y/N) at the party tonight. I guess I should’ve known that she would be here, but part of me was convinced that she would never show up.

I was so drunk the the room was practically spinning and I felt like I could barely stand up. And for a second I thought I was hallucinating because I could see her start walking towards me; this was honestly the last thing I was expecting.

“Hey Daniel, it’s been a while. How have you been?” She asks in that sweet voice of hers that I’ve missed. The voice I never thought I would hear in person again, especially standing right in front of me.

I was way too entranced to talk. The fact that my ex girlfriend was standing in front of me, she was also wearing my favorite perfume of hers, and boy did that perfume bring back more memories. Memories of us laying in bed together, her wrapped up in my arms, like it was always supposed to be.

"Yeah I’ve been alright” I lied.

"and so there’s a change in your emotions. and all these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind; of the curl of your bodies like two perfect circles intertwined; and you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine…”

After the awkward conversation about small talk, she walks off back to our- I mean her friends and I start to feel guilty, because maybe if I wasn’t such a fuck up when we were together, she would still be with me, we would still be together.

Watching her walk off started bringing back even more memories, like how our bodies would just mold and curl together, like we were perfect for each other, maybe we were perfect for each other, and I blew it.

All of these memories I’ve tried repressing since we broke up are starting to come back and their becoming too much for me, and I can feel myself getting lost in the haze of all of the alcohol that I’ve been drinking, and I can’t help but start to feel hopeless and homeless.

I feel homeless because she was my home.

"then she leaves with someone you don’t know, but she makes sure you saw her, she looks right at you and bolts…”

Phil sees me looking distressed as I continue to stand by the bar and get progressively more drunk than I already was, but he doesn’t know why, he hasn’t seen her yet. But I continue to watch her, watch her like I’ll never see her again.

All of a sudden, she starts saying her goodbyes to everyone, and she leaves, she leaves with a boy. A boy who isn’t me. A boy I don’t know.

But as she’s about to leave, she looks right at me, as if she want me to see her leave; and I did. I watched her bolt out of the room with another guy.

"as she walks out the door you blood boiling; your stomach in ropes. oh and your friends say ‘what is it? you look like you’ve seen a ghost…’”

I couldn’t help the feeling of my stomach tying itself up in knots. But the more I thought about it, the more my blood started boiling because that should’ve been me leaving with her. Not him. Me.

Phil finally approaches me, and sees me looking even more distressed and upset. I can feel my face start to pale as I think more about her and him.

"Dan are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something” Phil asks very concerned.

I shake my head no and start gathering up my things to go.

"I have to go…” and I get up and leave.

"then you walk under the street lights, and you’re too drunk to notice that everyone is staring at you. you don’t care what you look like the whole world is falling around you…”

I bolt out of the party and go outside, hoping to catch up with her and see her. I want to tell her how sorry I am for everything.

I can feel myself stumbling around the street trying to walk, too drunk to notice that everyone was staring at me.

I don’t care about the fact that I’m stumbling around the street, looking like a drunk crazy man, because it feels like everything is falling around me, and everything is falling apart.

"You just have to see her…”

I need to see her

"You just have to see her…”

I really need to find her

"You just have to see her…”

I want to see her to apologize

"You just have to see her…”

But I know she probably doesn’t want to see me

"You just have to see her….”

I really need to see her, but I know that if I do, she’ll break me in two; like I broke her in two.

"You know that she’ll break you in two…”

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💐 Kokoro by @ellesanimalhaven 🌸


I had first dreamed of this amazingly beautiful town a few years ago and have been wanting to revisit for a while now, and I’m still blown away by the amount of work that went into its completion. You can see all the love and attention to detail that Elle has put into it, and I’m sure that everyone who has also dreamed of Kokoro will agree with me! 

We Did Good - Justin Bieber imagine

Request: ‘Can u please write an imagine where yn and justin are married and they just had a baby and they brought her home to find all their family members (shes a part of the kardashian/jenner family) and its all cute then they leave and its just yn and justin and their daughter and they r all cuddling in bed and justin keeps telling yn she did a great job and the baby looks as beautiful as her mother idk something like that its up to u

Warnings: none


{Y/N} POV

“{Y/N}! Can we see the baby?”

“{Y/N}, Justin, look over here!

As we exited the hospital, that’s all that I could here being shouted on us. Was it too much to ask for privacy? I kept our baby’s face shielded with a blanket to avoid the flashing lights being shown in her eyes. Security backed the paparazzi up, giving us some space to walk through. There was only so much I could do considering I was in a wheelchair so I gave Justin the baby to hold and take into the car, while the hospital staff and a few of Justin’s security helped me into the car. I quickly got in to avoid the flashing cameras. 

We drove off, making our way through the traffic in downtown LA. We were currently on our way to go see my cousins, the Kardashians and Jenners—crazy, right? Justin took the blanket from off the baby’s face and exposed her to those in the car, thank goodness these windows were tinted. Justin and I vowed to never show her face until we felt the time was right for her. Scooter glanced back to see how we were doing and was met my the baby instead. 

“She really looks just like her old man,” He said joking. “But she has {Y/N}’s eyes and nose.”

“Hey, I’m not that old. If anything, you’re the old man Scoot.” Justin responded. I rolled my eyes at their stupidity and took our baby from Justin. I cradled her in my arm and admired her features. She really did look like Justin but, had some of my features. She was going to be snatching men left and right when she got older. I tickled her, earning a small chuckle from her. I heard Justin and Scooter continuing to talk about random stuff while I played with little {Y/D/N}. 

She soon latched her small hand around my finger and held onto it. I couldn’t help but enjoy this innocent moment. I’ve been waiting for this all my life and now, I finally have a kid of my own.


“Here comes {Y/N} and the crew! She brought the baby too!” I heard Kendall yell from up the hill. I laughed aloud, carrying the baby up with me. Justin and Scooter grabbed the bags from the car while I went up to greet everyone. 

“Can we see the beautiful little princess?” Kendall continued. I uncovered {Y/D/N}’s face and showed her to everyone. “She looks just like Justin, weird. But hey! Glad you’re home, we kept it nice and warm for you guys!” I made my way into the house, making sure everything was still intact, which it was. Justin and Scoot struggled to get through the door but, they eventually figured it out.

“I hope your cousin Kylie didn’t ruin the place. That girl has a thing for ruining shit.” I heard Justin grumble from behind me. I turned around giving him a scowling look. “What?” He questioned. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to the kitchen where everyone else was. “It’s true!”

“Welcome home honey!” Kris said as soon as I walked in. I smiled, thanking her and everyone else for this. I was sort of expecting this extravagant party because within this family, it was go big or go home. Kris popped open the champagne bottle and the sudden sound startling th baby causing her to cry. 

“Mom, really? Forget there’s a baby here?” Kourtney questioned. “Here, I’ll take her {Y/N}. I’m great with kids considering I had a few of my own.” She took {Y/D/N} from your arms and left the room.

“Sorry.” Kris apologized. “I forgot.” I accpeted her apolgy and then tok a seat at the island in the kitchen. Everyone joined in and took their seats, talking amongst themselves. 

“Let’s get this party started!” We heard Scott yell from the opposite side of the house. “Pump up my jams! Where are the ladies at?” By this time, everyone stopped talking and waited for Scott to walk in to yell at him. “Hey, why’s everyone so—oh, bad timing? I heard there was a party and I brought the alcohol and—okay, no? I’ll be outside then by myself. Anyone’s open to join.”

“Scott, just go outside would you?” I spoke up. I rubbed my temples because my head was starting to kill me. Scott partied wherever, whenever with whoever. He’d party at a children’s party if given the chance. 

“Shit, then. Welcome home to you too,” He scoffed, going outside to the deck. 

“Guess we should join him, right? Shouldn’t let the poor kid drink on his own.” Kris got up from the island and everyone joined her to join Scott.

“Oh that’s what I thought. Y’all had me looking stupid inside..”

Scott will always be a trip. Kourtney came back downstairs and told me that {Y/D/N} was asleep. I thanked her and Justin and Scooter came into the room. We all went outside to enjoy ourselves while we could. 


“Bye guys, thanks for coming and watching the house! See you guys soon!” i bid everyone farewell. 

“Oh hold on {Y/N}, I could never go wrong by taking pictures.” Kris pulled out her phone and began snapping away. Gotta love Kris. Once she was satisfied and everyone was out the house, we closed the door before Kris changed her mind to take more pictures. I rested my back against the door, letting out a deep sigh of relief. 

“Your family is more work than our daughter.” Justin remarked. I threw a washcloth at Justin and as if on cue, {Y/D/N} began crying. “See even she knows!”

I scurried up the stairs quickly to the baby’s room. I took her into my arms and began rocking her. I walked around the room, waiting for her to quiet down. Justin stood in the door frame and watched me do what I was doing. Just to my luck, she began crying again.

“Look, she wants her daddy. Come on baby.” Justin took her from me and left the room, going to the room him and I shared. I was ready to collapse and sleep at this point. It’s been a rough few days. I went into the room we shared and saw Justin sitting on the bed, playing with {Y/D/N}. I got into the bed next to the two of them and watched daddy and daughter bonding. Moments like these were enough to melt your heart. 

“Look at you Justin, being all professional about being a father.” I laughed. The baby laughed too as if she understood what I said, maybe she did.

“I’m rather scared out of my mind but, we’ll take things one day at a time. We did good {Y/N}. Never forget that.”

Gratitude // Be Humble

In the spirit of Ramadan, I’d just like to thank Julie Andem once again for making Sana the lead in the last season of her show. I remember when I saw the trailer, I literally started dancing with joy and I was so happy I almost started crying. It’s just so groundbreaking.

Since season 1, Sana has been portrayed as outstandingly wise, caring, and badass. So much so that she’s become a favourite and a role model not only to muslims, but also to non-muslims. And above that, she constantly educates people about important aspects of Islam (the freedom of choice, the values it promotes, the comfort it brings to people etc).

Julie has created the most beautiful muslim character I’ve ever known and given her the lead role in the last season in this time that’s full of Islamophobia and she really didn’t have to. But she chose to. And I’m very sure the reason was to help people see the human in muslims so that people could be more empathetic and less hateful. Thank you so much for that, Julie.

But let’s reflect. Have we been empathetic? I see people (presumably muslims) get so unnecessarily angry over the “bad representation” the muslim characters have in the few moments they say or do something questionable. Skam is supposed to be a realistic show. As a muslim, I can safely say I’m not a perfect saint and I say and do stupid things all the time. You want good representation, Julie’s giving it to us. She has constantly portrayed the muslim characters to have good hearts and wonderful personalities but we choose to pinpoint the stupid little things and get angry at Julie. Are WE being good representations of muslims by being so quick to get angry?

And have we been less hateful? I’ve seen so much negativity in the discussion about Skam this season and it’s gotten so bad that I’ve stopped scrolling through the tags. It reminds me of how Iman said she stopped reading comments because of all the hate she saw there. And that makes me very sad. It’s the last season guys. We should be cherishing everything that we get and seeing the good in it instead of looking for the bad. Remember, this is Julie’s story. She can tell us whatever the hell she wants and we should damn well be grateful for all the beautiful characters, stories, and lessons she gives us while telling it.

We still have 4 episodes left and Ramadan has just started. Let’s be patient and grateful and forgiving and really show everyone what Ramadan stands for and what it means to be good muslims. Let’s end Skam with love.

Assalamualaikum - May peace be with you