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anonymous asked:

You are a true gift... I was having a shit day.. I had my finals which I'm pretty sure i bombed and I was so done with everything tbh.. then I see this beautiful drawing of my favorite boys by my favorite artist. Thank you! It's really helped lift my mood! :')

Thank you my dear, I’m currently full of sadness and self-loathing but knowing I managed to help you have a better day, well it makes my day. Try to not worry too much about the finals result, I bet you didn’t go as bad as you think you did! 

I’ll be cheering for you, tell me how it went when you find out! and may tomorrow/today be a wonderful day ♡

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH - an appropriate answer for “I’ve followed you for your art and not just because of the fandom”

Thank you for the compliment! - also an appropriate answer

Thank you my sweetheart! I just realized that, I may or may not aim to make my art feels like a hug? I mean I really never thought too hard about it but I do want people to feel safe and warm and like just have a moment of joy…

uh anyway that’s unrelated, thank you again and I hope you have a nice day too! ♡

Moana and Auli'i saved my life.

Not in the sense that I was suicidal, but in the sense that they saved me from losing myself. I know that sounds like the same thing, but I mean in terms of identity.

You see, Moana—and by close association, Auli'i—have come to mean a great deal to me. I knew I was going to like the movie, sure; but I didn’t expect how I would react to it. As with Frozen, I found myself blindsided with emotions and revelations I couldn’t have ever expected to occur. While Frozen opened my eyes to what my heart already knew—that I was in fact not straight, but rather very gay—Moana did something arguably greater.

Moana made me realize that I was lost.

I know next to nothing about my heritage; all I know is that I’m a quarter-Portuguese, my mom and her brothers being half and her dad the full-blooded. But that’s it, that’s all I know—I don’t know about anything else, but it only gets worse. I know nothing regarding Portugal. I barely know three words of the language, I only know about one dish, and the only history I’m aware of is the general stuff everyone learns. That’s not where the worsening stops…my maternal great-PORTUGUESE-grandparents actually refused to teach my mother and her brothers anything. Forget my father’s side, they don’t even have any idea what they are.

None of the language, none of the history or the culture—nothing.

Beyond that I know nothing about my heritage, about me. All I have is a quarter of a claim, a shit ton of ignorance…and…

…the first time I saw the ocean.

Ironically enough it was the Pacific, and by the Lord…I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even bring myself to blink, let alone take my eyes off of that horizon. In my short 21 years, it was easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and one of the best moments of my life. I didn’t want to leave, but I couldn’t stay, and I still think of it every now and again.

Then, fast forward years later, I go to the last World’s Fair ever hosted at Silver Dollar City, where I got to watch the Island Fire dancers. They were spectacular, and I swear I felt so drawn to them, I remember wishing I didn’t have to blink during their show. They even played my favorite track from Lilo & Stitch during one portion, and honestly it made me tear up. I later got to speak with a couple of the Fire knife dancers, and asked for the price of one of their practice ones for sale. They only took cash though, and I only had card…

…so I ran like the devil was after me to the nearest ATM, got what I needed, and booked it back and bought it.

I’ve always loved the Polynesian cultures, just so much I can’t begin to describe. To the point I often try to hide away in whatever bits of it I’d managed to learn, which I’m sad to say is not much at all. For the longest time, all I had was Lilo & Stitch and its soundtrack, what words in Maori I knew thanks to BIONICLE, and eventually my own (practice) fire knife. But for so long, that and the moment I first saw the ocean was it.

Till I saw Moana.

It was like going home, like seeing a world I loved and wanting more than anything to be a part of. Everything about it felt right, looked right, sounded right. The instrumental at the beginning of “Where You Are” was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard, as it reminded me of the score of another fictional island that means the world to me. I’ve always wanted a tattoo, but I could never decide what I wanted till I was reminded of Polynesian style ones. I just…everything was so right, I felt like that was all something I should be. But I’m not…and that’s why Moana is so important to me. My Portuguese heritage abandoned me, left me stranded in the middle of the ocean with no paddle, no knowledge, nothing but the knowing that what I should’ve been a part of left me behind.

But on the day I first saw Moana…that was the day she found me, and pulled me out of the water and took me away. I was drowning in my ignorance, in my loneliness; but she found me, a kindred spirit lost at sea, and she rescued me. Better yet, her father is voiced by Temuera Morrison, the man that is Jango Fett, the progenitor of the Clones who I always felt a kinship towards and now even more so. I already knew and loved her father…so how fitting that Moana would be the one to rescue me… Not only that, but I have a very similar relationship with my grandmother hat Moana had with hers.

Lastly…imagine my sheer joy to read on the trivia of Auli'i’s page of IMDb that she has some Portuguese in her. So much joy…that I can’t even begin to tell you the importance of the tear shed.

I am white, I am not Polynesian of any kind, not by blood…but I feel I am by spirit. It’s the only explanation for the powerful affinity and kinship I feel for its people. I want to go to Hawaii so badly…I want to know everything I can, their foods and cultures and history, I want to know everything about their myths and dragons, I want to actually be a part of something. I see Auli'i and I see someone I feel like I would know, someone I could have the honor of calling friend…

I’m tired of feeling so alone—America should be the melting pot, but I just feel alone here. I want to be some where I don’t feel abandoned and discarded. I want forests and mountains and oceans all at once, I always have.

I wish I could be a part of their world…where all the elements are together in peace…

I want to know I’m not alone…

More fun from the delightful, non-canon The Jedi Path

No joke: this is on the VERY NEXT PAGE after the page where it talks about how you should never have to cut anyone’s limbs off, where Obi-Wan’s comment in the margin is like “GASP, I WOULD NEVER”. 

Now, right on the next damn page, the book is like “BTW anyone who cuts someone in half is a barbarian who is channeling Ancient Evil.” I’m dying laughing here. God, poor Obi-Wan. Star Wars hates him. It does. 

I am also dying that Anakin is like “Cool I heard Obi-Wan used this Forbidden move on some guy. Don’t even care if it means he’s maybe got a line in to the Dark Side. Sounds like some badass shit. He is the best. 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 ” I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: Anakin was THE biggest Kenobi fan ever. He occasionally out-fangirls me

Finally: please note that Anakin Skywalker, he of the most frilly fancy signature in the galaxy, apparently writes in sloppy all-caps block letters for everything else. Sounds about right. 

welcome to red team

word count: 1,532
notes: for the rvb bingo wars, red team gets a freelancer. go red team! thanks to moop in the red team chat for one of donut’s terrible euphemisms :)
implied grif/simmons, implied carolina/york, possibly hinted at grey/sarge
canon typical stuff.
description: blue team has a freelancer, and now red team has one, too.

you can also find this on ao3!

“So,” says Simmons, “what did you say your name was?”

“Agent South,” she says.

“I thought… I thought Agent South Dakota was dead?”

“Nah,” says South, glancing over her shoulder. “Wash is pretty bad at killing people. Or, them staying dead. Look at your friend Bagel, or whatever his name is. The one in the pink armor.”

“It’s lightish red!” exclaims Donut, planting his hands on his hips. “And my name’s Donut, not Bagel.”

“Right. Sorry. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” says South, not sounding all that apologetic. She lifts her shoulders in a shrug, then glances at the one in red armor – Sarge, if she’s remembering correctly. “So, what do you say?”

“I dunno, missy,” he says gruffly. His voice reminds her a little of the Director’s. “You see, we don’t need a Freelancer! These applications are closed.”

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anonymous asked:

I have the feeling that after everything that Emma and Hook are confronting right now, when they finally get reunited they're going to be all about 'fuck everything, we're getting married right now!'

Sounds about right to me. No point in waiting when they are always in danger, and no point in long engagements when you’ve been through what they’ve been through.

Get her done!!

He Does Care. (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Originally posted by thejokergal

Part 2 of He Does (Not) Care. Read Part 1 [here]. Read the final part [here].

Second part! It’s been a while since the fight with Y/N and Jerome. He pushed her away and acted like he never needed her. But deep down, she was everything to him, she tried saving him and risked her entire life to love an insane criminal. Y/N loved him, but Jerome loved her more. But when he searches the city of Toronto to find her, he sees that she has found somebody else.

Jerome’s POV! 

Tags: swearing, heartbreak, aggressive anger, SADNESS!!!

Songfic: Somebody Else by The 1975. Listen to the song [here].

Some dialogue is from Skins and The Mortal Instruments, I apologize. I get inspired too much.

I had never been to Toronto. The only thing I know about that city was that some rapper from Degrassi grew up there and the CN tower was located there along with an aquarium. I wasn’t there for the attractions and the people there didn’t grab my attention to kill them. I was only there to win Y/N back.

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So many of us had died to get here. I want you to know that if there was another way out, I would’ve taken it.
—  John Connor, signing off Kyle Reese’s death warrant
Of Mafias and Men (11)

Parts:  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 / 12 13 End

Note: Aaaand I’m aliveeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! *rises from the ashes* It feels like forever since I’ve updated. Sorry you had to wait such a long ass ride time for me to update. I’ve just recovered (sorta) from my sickness~

Thank you, as always, to Sikah~ for bearing this out with me. 

And to youuuu~ for sticking around through my long and sparse updates. I love you for the patience~

Pairing: Jaehyun/ Y/N for this chapter 

Originally posted by xmnghrs

Y/N jolted awake in the cold cabin. She hadn’t realized that she had fallen asleep with her head resting atop Jaehyun’s firm shoulders. Looking down, she saw how his hoodie was laid on top of her like a blanket, lending her warmth.

“We’re here,” Jaehyun said, looking at her with a smirk on his lips.

“But where exactly is ‘here’?”

However, Jaehyun’s smile only held mystery.

The first thing Y/N noticed as soon as she left the plane was how warm the air was. Excitement built-up inside her as it finally sank in her that she’s in another country.

As they walked towards the conveyor belts to wait for their luggage to arrive, Jaehyun surprised her by holding her hand. He fitted his fingers in between the spaces and squeezed. It made Y/N smile. The beat of her heart quickened and she could feel the blush spreading on her cheeks which she tried to hide.

When they finally had everything they brought over, Jaehyun led the way outside of the airport. He then held out his arms in a gesture of welcome and said, “Welcome to the Philippines.”

Y/N’s jaws dropped. “What?”

She was a 4-hour flight away—1 629 miles away from home to be exact. Contacting Taeyong, even if she wanted to, was clearly impossible. But even so, the idea of being away, even if it was just for a day, thrilled her. Y/N looked forward to what sort of adventures she was going to have with Jaehyun.

He only smiled at her, the impish kind, like he had done a great prank which he successfully did.

Approaching him, Y/N hit his arm. “You really are crazy.”

The laughed from Jaehyun bubbled deep from his throat. When he was done, he said, “Only for you.”

Complete that with a wink.

Y/N’s backside couldn’t feel sorer at how long the car ride was to wherever they were heading. It felt numb, practically non-existent.

Error 404: butt not found.

“How much long?” she asked Jaehyun as she shifted in her seat, trying to get some blood circulating to her system.

“Too long,” Jaehyun replied. “We’re not arriving in at least 3 hours.”

Y/N deadpanned then made a pained expression. She didn’t think her butt could take that long of a ride anymore.

“We got to have breaks.”

Jaehyun nodded in agreement. “Hungry?”

“Yeah,” Y/N admitted shyly.

“We can stop by somewhere to buy dinner.”

“Okay. Sounds good.”

“This place’s a fast food chain and probably the most popular one here in the Philippines,” he shared.

“Anything’s fine by me.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, not really caring as long as she got to eat. “So, where are you taking me?”

This time, Jaehyun smirked. He took his phone out to read the name of the place. “Mo-al-bo-al?”

“Huh?” Y/N grabbed his hand so she could see the word he was trying to read.


“The place’s famous for its beaches.”

“Uh huh,” Y/N said. She was a bit skeptic but sighed and said, “Alright. I trust you.”

“I rented a house by the beach,” Jaehyun added. “But tomorrow, we will be going to Kawasan Falls?” he paused, unsure of the pronunciation, then nodded, “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

“You really did plan out everything,” Y/N said as she rested her head on his shoulders. “You must have really wanted to spend just a day with me.”

The thought made Y/N sad for some unknown reason.

Jaehyun rested his head on top of hers. Then whispered, “Yeah.”
“Well, you got your wish. You got one day to change my mind,” Y/N whispered back before drifting off to sleep again.

All was peaceful until Y/N felt someone shake her shoulder.

“Y/N?” Jaehyun’s voice was pulling her out of the depths of unconsciousness. “Dinner’s here.”

Y/N sat up, still groggy from sleep. She didn’t realize she took the entire backseat. Looking up, she saw Jaehyun handing her a bag of burgers and fries through the opened window. After taking the bag from him, she got handed a large cup of soda.

Bright reds and oranges washed the inside of car and Y/N looked outside to see where they were.

Jollibee?” She said to herself as she read the name of the fast food chain. They had parked the car on the side of the road.

“I didn’t know what you wanted to eat,” Jaehyun opened the car door and settled beside Y/N again, “so I just got you a big burger.”

She opened the bag and the scrumptious aroma from the burger made her mouth water instantly. Without a moment to lose, she immediately took a bite and sighed in contentment at the delicious taste.

“Delicious?” Jaehyun asked her, happy at the expressions she was making.

Y/N could only nod her head.

“Let’s go?” Jaehyun addressed the driver.

And they were back on the road again.

“Is it that good?” Jaehyun asked, breaking the silence that had wrapped itself around them. “You’ve been quiet for a while now.”

“Yeah.” Y/N paused from eating and looked at Jaehyun. She wiped the side of her mouth which was stained with ketchup.

“Want some?” she offered.

Without hesitation, Jaehyun took a bite out of her burger and came up smiling. “Thank you.”

He looked like a kid at Christmas who just got what he wished for. Even though what happened shocked Y/N, she couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute Jaehyun was being.

“How much long till we arrive?” Y/N asked, still eating.

“We’re almost there,” Jaehyun replied. “I asked the driver while you were asleep.”

“Oh. Good. But it’s so far, though.”

“It is.” Jaehyun nodded in agreement. Then he looked back at her. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah.” She had just finished eating. “Thank you.”

Jaehyun pulled her closer so she could rest her head on his shoulders again. “I just thought you deserve a break, too.”

“With you?” There was the quality of teasing in her voice.

“Yeah, with me.”

Y/N looked at Jaehyun, the close proximity allowing her to study his face and seeing how he seemed to be distracted still made her ask a question bugging her ever since that afternoon.

“Jae, what’s bothering you?”

“Hm?” He looked right back at her and saw the curiosity shining in her eyes. He shook his head. “Nothing.”

Y/N sat up straighter. “That’s not nothing.”

“Y/N,” Jaehyun sighed, “we can talk about it later.”

But ‘later’ never came because as soon as Y/N and Jaehyun arrived at the beach house, they were too tired to talk about anything.

Y/N went inside the bedroom first and did her nightly rituals to freshen up. After which, she plopped on her bed, opened her flip phone, and tried to contact Taeyong.

They had just made up from their recent fight and the sudden trip could very well be the stem of another.

She sighed. It was useless. Her phone couldn’t even get signal. Let alone messages or calls.

Yup. It was definitely another war with Taeyong.

In the middle of the night, Y/N stirred from her sleep as she felt the bed shift. Creaking one eye open, she was greeted by the sight of Jaehyun’s sleeping face.

She was about to close her eyes again, not fully registering what was happening, when she realized the close proximity she now shared with Jaehyun.

Her eyes snapped open again, now alert. She kicked Jaehyun out of the bed who fell with a crash. “What are you doing, Jung Jaehyun?!”

Jaehyun came back up, rubbing his sore arm. “Ow!”

Y/N pulled the sheets closer to cover herself. “When did you come to my room?”

She probably should tone down her voice but the thought of sharing the bed with someone other than her sister shook Y/N up.

“What?” Jaehyun scrunched up his face. “What are you talking about?”

His mind was still slow from sleep and the rude awakening did not help.

“Why are you here?” Y/N was calm now.

Instead of replying, Jaehyun plopped back down on the bed then said, “It’s my room too.”


Jaehyun lifted his head from the pillows to reply, “Because there’s only one in the house.”

“How much of this have you planned, Jaehyun?”

There was no longer a reply, just a light snooze from him.

Y/N slowly went back laid back to bed, still shaken. It amazed her how many firsts she had shared with Jaehyun, this being one of them. Taeyong had not even been on the same bed as hers. The closest probably was when he held her hands that one time she got a terrible fever from her cold.

And they’ve been best friends for a long time!

It felt weird and scary.

With Jaehyun, Y/N had to admit she liked the thrill every time she’s with him but he feels dangerous. Dangerous of how easily he could make her forget of time passing because she’s too engrossed with talking with him. Dangerous of how he could easily make her heart beat fast and her cheeks blush. Dangerous of how carefree she feels when she’s with him.

It scared her.

Still, her feelings for Jaehyun were unsure and debatable.

When she could no longer take it, Y/N sat up again and positioned pillows between their bodies, creating a wall in the middle of the bed.

This was to prevent Jaehyun trying anything funny.

When Y/N was satisfied, she lied in bed again but decided to observe Jaehyun’s face up close.

He really was handsome; she had to give him that. With a tall, delicate nose and soft, red lips, Jaehyun exuded innocence when he’s sleeping. With her index finger, she traced the lines from his forehead, down his nose, and to his lips. Then stopped when Jaehyun moved slightly.

Y/N sighed. She really shouldn’t be distracted. With that last thought, she went to sleep.

However, in the wee hours of dawn, Y/N felt something heavy resting on top her stomach.

She groaned in her half-asleep state. Opening one eye, Y/N saw how Jaehyun had taken away the division of their sides and placed a muscular arm over her like a cage, trapping her in his embrace.

“Jae,” Y/N drawled, her voice still heavy with sleep. “Off.”

With a bit of effort, she managed to take his heavy arm off her.

However, after a few moments, something heavy fell on top of her again and Y/N had given up all hope. She knew it was Jaehyun’s arm again.

So instead, she succumbed into his embrace, into the warmth of his firm arms. It felt safer and peaceful.

Sighing in her sleep, she no longer resisted and that was when Jaehyun pulled her closer.

“Jaehyun, this is not what I signed up for!” Y/N had to shout her words to be heard against the loud roar of the waterfalls. She looked down and felt somewhat nauseous from the height she has to jump from.

The early rise and 1.5 kilometer hike had been worth it as her eyes feasted on the scenic beauty provided by the river connected from the waterfalls.

“Whoa.” That was all that came out of Y/N’s mouth when they finally arrived.

With clear turquoise waters set against bright green foliage, Y/N thought it was one of the most beautiful sights her eyes had set upon.

And there it was. The Kawasan Falls.

Y/N regretted underestimate its height because Jaehyun, being the thrill-seeker bastard that he is, urged her, no, forced her to jump from it.

“Come on, Y/N.” Jaehyun’s voice pulled her back to reality. “You can do it!”

Then he moved too close for comfort to fix the straps on her lifejacket.

“You’re all set for the jump,” Jaehyun whispered in her ears.

The low whisper sent a shiver down her spine although her cheeks felt warm. Jaehyun backed off, seemingly content at the effect of his actions on Y/N.

And being the crazy, spontaneous bastard that he is, he hugged Y/N and launched themselves off the cliff and into the cold waters down below.

“Jaehyun!” His name was all Y/N could scream as she hurtled down.

His boyish laugh was the last she heard before they disappeared into foam and bubbles.

“So, how is it so far?” Jaehyun asked as he and Y/N went out that night to set up a camp fire right outside their beach house.

They stayed for a few more hours at the site of the waterfalls. There was a bamboo raft available so they rented it and paddled closer to the waterfalls. Staying under rush of the waters felt like a massage.

Instead of replying, Y/N said, “Are you sure you’re allowed to light up a camp fire though?” Her eyes searched the beach for any signs of authority that might call them out.

By then, Jaehyun had already lit up the twigs and kept the strength of the flames going.

When he was satisfied, he sat on the sand, not bothering to lay down a blanket to keep the sand from getting everywhere. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Y/N sat opposite him.

“I almost forgot!” Jaehyun bolted right up his seat and patted his pockets in search of something. A look of discovery made its way on his face when he finally found what it was.

Y/N strained to see what it was when Jaehyun produced a rose-gold smartphone, the newest one in the market. He held it out to her and Y/N just stared at it then back to Jaehyun before finally setting her gaze on the phone.


“What’s this?” Y/N asked, bringing her eyebrows together in confusion.

“For you,” Jaehyun replied as he sat back down. “I figured, you know. You might need it.”

He placed the phone in her hands and she felt how foreign it was. Y/N wasn’t used to ‘modern’ phones and she held it like a time bomb about to explode in her hands.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Y/N still could not believe Jaehyun was just giving this to her.

Jaehyun chuckled at her lost expression.

“Ever since I saw how outdated—“Y/N somehow felt offended with his words, “your phone was, I thought of gifting you a new one.”

Y/N stared at the rose gold smart phone and reveled at the idea of how much it must have cost. “I don’t even know how—“

“Go on and try it.” Jaehyun’s expression showed how eager he was to see and discover the phone’s features.

But Y/N’s fingers did not move. “I just can’t accep—“

“Y/N,” Jaehyun said in a serious tone this time. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

She bit her lip, at a loss of what to do before finally sighing in defeat. Looking into his eyes, she asked, “Why are you so kind to me, Jae? Like how you’re always giving me cups of coffee.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “How…how did you know?”

She rolled his eyes at him. “Please. As if it wasn’t also obvious? Americano? That’s all you order in the coffee shop.”

Jaehyun smirked then said, “I’m glad Americanos remind you of me, Y/N.”
“What?” Y/N was flabbergasted. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Aw, no need to be shy about it,” Jaehyun teased.

She only rolled her eyes in reply. “Fine. Think whatever you want.”

Jaehyun only laughed.

“They were also gone when you were.”

“I’m glad you are noticing.”Jaehyun smiled at her but then it fell when he saw the expression on her face.

Y/N frowned. “You don’t have to give me anything, Jae.”

“But I would give you everything, Y/N,” Jaehyun whispered, bringing her face close to his. She could see how his eyes shone with unshed tears. “Just ask.”

He sealed it with a kiss.

Y/N closed her eyes and savored the moment where their lips touched. She noticed how soft Jaehyun’s lips were and her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. Something damp touched her cheeks and she knew tears finally escaped his eyes.

And just as quickly, he broke the kiss.

He stared into his eyes, searching for hope. It made her guilty.

“I don’t want anything.”

“Was one day not really enough to change your mind?” he asked, pressing his forehead against hers.

Y/N could not even answer him. So, she just shook her head. Tears were also forming around the corners of her eyes.

“Why can’t it be me, Y/N?”

The guilt weighed her down like she had been asked to carry the world. Y/N hated to disappoint him when they already had shared so much.

There was already an answer in her mind. But even as Y/N was about to say it like a sentence, deep inside her, doubt began to grow.

Y/N sighed. She hated to break Jaehyun’s heart. Even the thought of it sent sharp pains to her chest as well.

“I’m sorry. I like someone else.”

Note: Sorry I had to insert the Philippines~ XD

Here are some of the photos I took going to the falls~

And I am almost done. Only 3 chapters left. Please bear it out with me. Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to leave your thoughts in my ask box!

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Winteriron Mermaid AU pt. 18

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 11 /Part 12/Part 13/Part 14/ Part 15/ Part 16/ Part 17 / Part 18/ Part 19/ Part 20/ Part 21/ Part 22/ Part 23/ Part 24/ Part 25/ Part 26/ Part 27/ Part 28/ Part 29    

Bucky and Steve’s voices were distant in Tony’s ears.

“‘Love?’ You think you’re in love? You don’t even know what love is. If it weren’t for me, you’d throw everything away on a whim just because you think you’re in love.”

Tony’s throat closed, cutting off his air. His heart threw itself at his his chest and clawed. His blood turned to ice.

He clutched at his neck and gasped, but no air came.

Hands touched his shoulders and back.

Bucky and Steve were shouting at him, but all he could hear was:

“You’d throw everything away on a whim because you think you’re in love.”

Howard was right. Oh god, Howard was right.

Hot tears pricked the corner of Tony’s eyes, and he dove into the water and curled into a ball. He clutched his face and screamed, a flurry of bubbles erupting around him.

“Tony! Tony!” Bucky pried Tony’s hands from his face. “Tony, calm down. You’re—”

“I’m such an idiot!” Tony yanked his hands away from Bucky and buried his face in his palms again. “Howard was right. I threw everything away.”

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Cons of playing the bassoon:

  • you can’t march with it
  • it’s too heavy to carry around regularly
  • neck straps are impossible
  • it bonks you in the head sometimes
  • reeds are expensive
  • trying to get it on/off the bus is ridiculous
  • it takes forever to take out/put away so you’re always late
  • trying to find a good solo is like trying to find Waldo at a candy cane convention
  • when you finally find a good reed, it chips after playing on it like twice
  • trying to make your own reeds -_-
  • everybody calls it an oboe
  • ohmygod they’re so expensive why
  • nobody else plays the bassoon
  • like nobody
  • it’s so lonely

Pros of playing the bassoon:

  • it kinda sounds like a cruise ship and a duck discussing politics
  • you can use your reed as a noise maker at parties (except you don’t go to parties because your bassoon is your only friend)
  • you always play 1st chair because yOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONLY BASSOON PLAYER IN THE WHOLE SCHOOL
  • you can hide behind it when the band director’s yelling at other sections
Request: To Make a Home

Request: Can you PLEASE do some Dean fluff?!?!? Maybe where Sammy has completely accepted the reader into the family and they’re all chilling in the bunker being real cute. I don’t know, anything really. YOU’RE A GREAT WRITER, THANK YOU!!!!!

Word Count: 1,853

Thank you so much!! This was really cute to write! Lots of love, and I hope you have a great day

(Bonus points for spotting the iCarly reference!!)

The bunker is quiet when you wake, and remains so when you head to the library, trying to find the boys. They’re usually hanging around in here when you’re the last to wake and so to find that empty too is… worrying, to say the least. They’d never leave for a hunt without telling you.

It’s a relief when you spot the note left on the table, obviously scrawled quickly at the last moment. Dean’s slanted handwriting is still legible and you pick up the note, a faint smile crossing your face as you read the words.

We had to go and pick something up in town – we’re gonna get groceries while we’re out, too. Should be back by about eleven, but don’t panic until we miss lunch.
Lots of love,
Dean (and Sam)

You place the note back down on the table and decide, seeing as you still have just over an hour at the least until the guys come back, that it’s time for breakfast. You head to the kitchen, pouring a bowl of cereal and dousing it with milk, before grabbing a coffee and heading back to the library. You grab a book while you eat, reading purely for pleasure – it’s the journal of a Man of Letters you’d found in one of the rooms and you figured it would help you get a better sense of what they did for fun around here. (The answer is nothing, if the first half of the book is to be believed)

The time escapes you and before you know it, the door swings open and you hear footsteps down the iron staircase, quickly followed by voices.

“Hey, Y/N, a hand would be good?” Dean’s voice sounds strained and you turn to find him struggling down the stairs with a huge box that is as heavy as it is large. You jog over, taking some of the weight and helping him down the stairs.

“What’s this all about?” You raise an eyebrow as the two of you lower it to the floor – it’s taped shut and there’s no logo on the side. Dean grins, throwing an arm across your shoulders.

“This,” He says proudly, “Is a whole load of paint. You said a couple of weeks ago that this place felt more like a hostel than a home, and you’re right… we’re gonna give it a lick of paint, maybe some new furniture, and see where we go.” Dean pauses for a long moment, waiting for your reaction.

“Awesome!” You laugh, shaking your head at him – you’d made the comment offhandedly, not expecting anything to come of it. Then again, when was the last time Dean did something you’d expected? “Where’s Sam?”

“Shit. We should probably go help him, there’s a whole load more stuff.” He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the bunker and back over to the Impala, which Sam is unloading more boxes and bags out of.

“We didn’t know what they’d already have here,” Sam explains, “So we just brought… everything.”

You can’t help but laugh as you scoop up a couple of bags, hanging them from your arms and picking up a box, “Everything. Sounds about right.”


Music blares through the hallways of the bunker, the smell of paint filling the air. You sing along absentmindedly as you run the roller down the wall once more, finishing the coat of blue you’d been putting on the upper half of the bathroom wall. You take a step back, careful not to stand in the paint tray, and smile at your handiwork – not a bad job for someone who’s never even had a home to paint, you muse.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean grins at you from the doorway - his smile is lopsided and there’s a smudge of white paint on his cheek, “Looking good in here.”

You laugh as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, “I like it. It feels homier than that horrible magnolia everything used to be.”

He nods in agreement, before taking the roller out of your hand and dropping it to the tarp-covered floor. Before you can protest, Dean whisks you off of your feet and picks you up bridal-style.

“Come see the bedroom. I bet you’ll like it.” He says casually, obviously proud of himself as he navigates his way across the floor and carries you into the corridor. Once you get to your bedroom door he puts you down and covers your eyes. He takes your other hand in his and stay behind you, carefully walking you inside and uncovering your eyes to reveal the walls painted the most perfect shade of [Your favourite colour].

He’d insisted on doing the room himself, saying that it would be better if you just worked on something else and you’d agreed without much thought. You fling your arms around his neck with a laugh and he hugs you back, unable to hide the wave of warmth your laughter sends through him.

“You like it?” He asks, and you smile, planting a firm kiss on his lips.

“I love it.”


You made it all of twenty-four hours. Getting everything painted to satisfaction turned out to be a long and arduous process and by the second day, all three of you are tired and sore and ready to vegetate for a while. You’re working on painting the last bedroom a pretty brick red when something wet and cool splatters your back, causing you to turn and wield your paintbrush like a weapon.

There’s silence… and then a stifled giggle.

“Dean Winchester, I swear to God…” Examining your back you find a splash of green paint dripping down it. You cross over to the door and much to your surprise it isn’t Dean you find there – it’s Sam.

“Mm, you didn’t see that coming, did you?” He raises an eyebrow and, in response, you reach up and run your paintbrush all the way down his nose and the front of his shirt before taking off running. He follows a moment later, but you quickly crash into Dean, who must have come outside to see what the noise is.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” He holds you at arm’s length for a moment and presses his hand to the side of your face. The coldness and wetness of it clues you in almost instantly and you watch as the grin spreads over his face.

“Oh. Oh. I see how this is.” You back away from him, reaching down and dipping your hand into the can of blue paint by Dean’s feet, “I think you just declared war.”

“Oh? Did we, now?”

You’re surrounded – Sam on one side and Dean on the other. At this point it’s soak or get soaked, and you’ve never been one to go out without a fight.

Dean takes a blue handprint to the chest and you duck beneath his arms as he lunges for you, grinning wildly. The next half-hour descends into total anarchy, the three of you racing around the bunker like a group of children. At the end of it, the once-white corridor looks like a Jackson Pollock painting and the three of you are soaked in paint, head to toe. It’s in your hair, all over your faces, you somehow gained a bright yellow handprint on your butt that Dean insists wasn’t him.

It must be over. It has to be. All of the paint cans are empty and there’s little else you can do. You stick close to the wall nonetheless, hoping that neither of them have an ace up their sleeves, because you definitely don’t.

A pair of arms wraps around your waist and you almost scream, but when you turn all you find is Dean grinning at you.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” He chuckles, touching his forehead to yours, “I came to apologise.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mm-hm.” He smiles, “I’m sorry that I painted your lips red.”

“I’m sorry that I painted your lips blue.”

A mischievous glint lights up his eyes, “Wanna make purple?”


Dean’s fingers absentmindedly run through your damp hair, playing with the soft strands as he holds you close. The new episode of something or another plays in the background, but you’re too tired to pay it much attention – it’s been a long day. Between painting and fighting, and the showering process alone took nearly three hours (to be fair, Dean is to blame for at least some of that). Now you just sit pretty much in Dean’s lap, dozing in and out of consciousness – he and Sam occasionally raise a bit of banter or bickering, but not even that’s enough to push away the sleep for now.

“I think someone’s all tuckered out,” You hear Dean say, though it feels a little far off, “We should probably head to bed.”

“Sure thing,” Sam yawns, “G’night, you two.”

“Night, Sam.” Your barely audible murmur nearly goes unnoticed, but Sam leans down and kisses your forehead anyway.

“Sleep well. We have more work to do tomorrow.” He teases, prompting a smile from you as Dean gathers you into his arms once more. He carries you through to the newly-painted bedroom and tucks you into the bed, turning off the light before climbing in beside you. You roll over and curl into his side, mumbling a muffled ‘love you’.

Dean smiles, leaning down and kissing the tip of your nose, “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know.”

anonymous asked:

Could you make a short story about when lily and james are alive and sirius isn't I azkaban and all of them plus remus are giving harry love advice

This sort of ran away from me a bit…

They were all gathered in the Potter’s kitchen for Sunday morning breakfast, as it had become something of a tradition. Lily was making fresh orange juice and Sirius was at the stove, cooking bacon and blueberry pancakes. James was seated at the table, feeding mashed bananas to his two year old son.

“Is Harry awake yet, dear?” Lily asked, slicing another orange in half.

“I believe so.” James said, wiping some of the mush off the toddlers face with his knuckle and then licking it off. Lily made a face at him, but he didn’t notice. “He leaves for Hogwarts in three days, I don’t think he’s slept much at all since his letter came.”

Sirius laughed, “Little tyke can’t wait to get away from you two.”

“That’s not funny, Sirius.” Lily frowned.

“Oh pish. I’m yanking your chain, love.”

“Morning mum, dad, Uncle Pads.” Harry said with a large grin on his face as he sauntered into the kitchen. “I tried to wake up Jane.”

“And?” Lily prompted.

“Well,” Harry looked around the kitchen and held his hands out. “Do you see her?” Sirius laughed and Lily clicked her tongue. 

“Don’t speak to you mother like that, young man.” James said. “And you haven’t said good-morning to your brother yet.” Harry rolled his eyes and walked up to the drooling toddler.

“Good morning, David.” He patted him on the head and David shrieked with excitement and started banging his fists on the table.

Lily cocked her head to the side and smiled. “He’s going to miss you.”

Harry grinned a bit, but tried not too. “I suppose I’ll miss him as well.”

I won’t miss you.” Jane snapped, marching into the room and angrily taking a seat next to her father. “Prat you are, waking me up at eight o’clock.”

“Good-morning, sunshine.” James lent over and kissed the nine year old on her cheek. She crossed her arms and slouched over in her chair.

“Is Uncle Remus coming?” She asked.

“I’m not good enough for you?” Sirius asked, twirling around and waving his spatula in the air. Jane and Harry exchanged a look and then both started laughing at the same time. Lily patted Sirius on the shoulder and tried not to let him see her smile.

“Remus should be over here soon.”

“Is he bringing the funny lady with the pink hair?” Jane asked, now completely over her morning funk.

“Not this morning.” Lily said. “You like her though, don’t you?”

“She can turn her mouth into a duck’s mouth.” Jane giggled. “And she has pink hair. I like pink, so I like her.”

“Sounds reasonable.” James said with a nod. “You want to finish feeding David for me?” Jane agreed and James stood up to get the plates out of the cabinet. “So, what are you most excited for, Harry?”

“I don’t know. Everything!”

“Sounds about right.” Sirius laughed. “Though your dad and I have to have a talk with you before you go.”

“What kind of talk?” Lily asked, raising an eyebrow at her husband.

“Relax Lily, we’re just going to talk to him about girls.” Sirius shrugged. Jane and Harry exchanged yet another look, Harry’s face had gone slightly red but Jane looked confused.

“I can tell you about girls, seeing as how I am one.” She flicked her red hair over her shoulder and sat up straight. “Girls are sweet and nice and better at everything than boys are.”

Lily bit her lip and started shaking with silent laughter as James nodded along with his daughters words. “I’d like to add that they are also always right.” James said. “Always. Even when they are wrong.”

“That’s very important.” Sirius said solemnly.

“Morning everyone!” Remus walked in through the back door and walked up to Lily, kissing her on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late.”

“S’fine.” Sirius smirked. “How’s Dora?”

“Excellent, thanks for asking.”

“You might want to join this conversation, Remus.” Lily said, an amused expression on her face. “They’re giving Harry girl advice.”

“Isn’t Harry a bit young to be dating?” Remus asked.

“Dating!” Jane shrieked. “Ooooo! Harry’s got cooties!”

“All boys have cooties.” James said, ruffling his daughter’s hair. “Never forget that.”

“You can’t tell her that and then give Harry advice about girl!” Lily put her hands on her hips. “That’s not right, James.”

“Yeah yeah, alright. Nobody in this house is allowed to date until they’re… forty.” 

"That’s exactly the kind of overly dramatic proclamation I would expect from you.” Remus laughed, falling onto a seat next to Jane who grabbed her dad’s hand and smiled up at him.

“I don’t want to date anyone. I just want to live here with you and mum forever.”

“If only.” James smiled ruefully and then looked at his eldest son. “But in all honesty, you shouldn’t be thinking about dating anyone until you’re at least thirteen.” Then he looked at Jane and mouthed, “Sixteen.”

“And stay away from the redheads.” Sirius said, slinging his arm around Lily’s shoulders. She rolled her eyes.

“They’re nothing but trouble.” James nodded. Harry, still red in the face, grinned.

“I’m eleven. If I’m not allowed to date for another two years, can we hold off on this conversation till then?”

“Sounds perfectly reasonable. Besides, it’s time to eat.” She brought her pitcher of orange juice to the table just as Sirius was putting the last of the pancakes and bacon onto a plate.

They sat around the table, they joked, they laughed, and most importantly, they were not dead.

anonymous asked:

don't know why i feel the need to send this but. i used to be friends with that kogane guy on peach and everything he touches is extremely cursed

sounds about right

analyticritic replied to your post: analyticritic replied to your post: …

hmm. i’m a mix of both, i think. i have generalities and definite plot points where I HAVE to hit - but the character kind of sometimes comes out differently than expected - but in some ways it still works into the generalized plot line I have. (i have a base outline - but everything else is a “nice” surprise?)

yeah, that sounds about right. i generally have the inciting incident, the midpoint, and the end pretty solid and then i just fill in the blanks. i never, ever write an outline before i write a scene though. it just kills it for me idk why. but i think it’s good to have a mix of both because you can reallyt ell when an author forces a character to do something…



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