feeding hope

Okay everyone who recommends Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater to me needs to explain the part where it was a hard winter so the wolf pack immediately tried to cannibalize a first grader… and then later the kid grew up and one of those wolves had a romance with her.

Like. Explain that. Explain that romance to me.

Because like??? if you’re having a hard winter? EAT OUT OF THE TRASH. EAT STRAY CATS. LOOK ADORABLE AND HOPE PEOPLE FEED YOU. STEAL FROM PEOPLE WHO PUT DOG BOWLS OUTSIDE. Or since you’re a WEREwolf how about you just buy enough dog kibble beforehand????

Don’t just grab a small child off a swing and start chowing down!

I don’t care that the love interest wolf ~saved her life~ because he looked into her eyes and she was his soulmate, I care that he was chewing a mouthful of her arm meat when they met! And would totally have eaten a less soulmatey first grader! How does this not shit the romance to death for you guys???

anonymous asked:

you did it with Ryan, and kind of mentioned it with the one about them being kids on Los santos at the same time but could you consider team nice dynamite being a thing before the fahc?

What a horrifying catastrophe. Not so much terrifying rumour as neon warning sign; the epitome of collateral damage, less interested in taking over the world than they are burning it to the ground.

They met when they were almost painfully young, when Gavin comes all the way to America to work with a crew only to find that they’d misrepresented themselves. Had sold him on a single job, with the possibility of discussing more work, when in reality they had no intention off letting him go. It’s a big gang, nasty, and while they covert his talents they clearly think Gavin is otherwise more or less harmless; quick and clever but easily cowed. There’s an argument, some unfortunate unpleasantness, then a week or two of waiting for some violent action, some futile stand. When it doesn’t come they know they’ve got him, crew leaders more smarmy and self-satisfied than ever as Gavin slinks about the base with drooping shoulders and a permanent guard.

Michael had been working with the crew, not really a full member yet – they were stringing him along, making him prove himself over and over and he wasn’t exactly rushing the process along. He’d gotten involved without knowing enough about them, young and eager to make his mark, only realising his predicament when it was too late to just walk away. It’s not the way things are done with this kind of crew, and Michael resigns himself to hunting for someone bigger and badder to align with or risk catching a bullet to the back of the head.

Michael didn’t know what was happening with the British kid until the fallout, and honestly he didn’t really care. Made him respect the crew less, made him more eager than ever before to trade up and get gone, but he’s no one’s hero and anyone dumb enough to take an offer from Los Santos at face value, swallow the promise of some kind of utopian partnership from strangers across the sea, deserves what they get. The fact that Gavin seemed interesting, weird and bright and funny before the carpet was pulled out from under him definitely doesn’t haunt Michael’s thoughts. Doesn’t make him consider breaking them both out – he can’t go carrying deadweight after all, and anyone who crumbles this quickly will never be an asset. It’s just sad really, kind of pathetic, and Michael does his level best to stay away from him. Doesn’t want to watch Gavin shrink into an obedient shadow, or worse, make a friend only to abandon him in this hellhole when the opportunity to leave finally presents itself.

What he failed to anticipate was the fact that Gavin doesn’t fold like a house of cards, doesn’t resign himself to a new life or kill himself trying to get away. He doesn’t even make a quiet escape, slip out in the dead of night when even his guards are asleep, oh no. This, it turns out, would be America’s first taste of Gavin’s furious wrath, and they couldn’t have been less prepared.

Having kept himself apart Michael was the only one who noticed it happening, the only one who recognised the source of the slow destabilisation of the crew, the surprising origin of countless petty fights and ever growing tempers. He watches Gavin’s idle chatter seep out, tracks the path of poisonous rumours as they spread throughout the crew, and says nothing. Gavin turns harmless words into knives, bows his head to hide a vicious smirk as he talks the crew into gutting itself and Michael, who tried so hard not to look, suddenly can’t look away.

Bringing down the leaders doesn’t take all that much, in the end; when there’s nothing connecting them but violence and power there is no true loyalty, they’re each as paranoid and selfish as each other and all too willing to believe the others might plot against them. It was terrifying, morbidly beautiful, but not quite enough. Not when they’re armed and Gavin isn’t, free when Gavin isn’t, not when eventually they’re going to put two and two together and maybe Gavin is prepared to go down with this ship, die knowing they cannot recover from what he made them do, but Michael’s not done yet. More than ready to stop sitting on the bench, to exercise his itchy trigger finger, not quite prepared for the most interesting thing thats ever happened to him to end so soon.

It’s not even that difficult, really, not with the whole crew fractured and dwindling, when everyone’s too busy pointing fingers at each other to look for threat from the distant outsider. Michael’s let them think little of him for far too long for them to worry about him now, and it’s the last mistake they’ll ever make. What Gavin ruined Michael destroys, neatly foreshadowing the future of their partnership.

The two stay together even once they leave, recognise each other for what they are, kindred souls, matching violence in their smiles, chaos in their blood. The flame and the gasoline, inseparable once combined, delighting in devastation. The reckless carelessness of youth combined with near heartless violence results in a dangerous kind of confidence, flippant and self absorbed, interested in nothing outside their own amusement, refusing to accept the possibility of any line they shouldn’t cross, any difficulty they cannot overcome. What could stop them now that they’re together? What could anyone do but get out of their way? Gavin talks them into fortunes, Michael tears them out of trouble and they both revel in the mayhem they leave in their wake. Relish the ability to do whatever they like whenever they like with no unwanted master pulling their strings.

Not that no one is interested; their reputation precedes them and everyone from big crews to wanna-be somebodies have recognised their potential. Bar some serious behavioural issues they’re basically the dream team if anyone could keep them. Clever, violent, entirely amoral and quick on their feet, appealingly loyal and young enough that they should have been easy to manage if only they could be convinced to care about anything outside of each other, outside of playing and performing and planning the next wild adventure.

It almost shakes them apart, sometimes, that need to do something drastic. Something grand and unforgivable, cataclysmic. Chasing after any flashy thing that catches their attention, forever wanting bigger and more thrilling but lacking any real direction. It has them at each others throats as often as not but they always pull it together in the end, unshakable affection winning out over frustration every damn time, and woe to any who tried to capitalise on their momentary troubles. Who try to pull one away, encourage the rift, who think this priceless opportunity rather than a minor bump in the road.

The more harmless opportunists, the ones who just try to sell their own grandeur, to recruit Michael and Gavin, or worse, one or the other are merely jeered out of the room, left confused and humiliated but still whole. Those who try to contain them, restrain them, pull them back to some degree of responsibility for their actions and force them into deals they have no interest in complying with are simply torn apart. Left as warning, as promise, a reminder that for all their inexperience, their aimless wandering and lack of allies, Michael and Gavin are the furthest thing from harmless.

It’s not that they’d never work with another crew, theres something to be said for a steady home, for someone else to watch your back, to plan your attacks, its just that they have a hard time trusting anyone else. A hard time believing that joining a crew won’t land them right back where they started, that any boss would truly understand that loyalty can’t be taken by force, that allegiance needn’t look like subservience.

So when the infamous Ramsey comes along and offers them a job they turn up their noses, bare their teeth and laugh in his face. When he offers again they try to disappear, ghost away like they have countless times before. When he tracks them down regardless they take out one of his safe-houses in explosive retribution. He comes back and they taunt him, sharp words and defensive sneers. Still again he returns, to threats, to violence, to childish graffiti and a layer of furious distrust coating possessive fear. They push and shove and snap and snarl and do everything in their power to chase him away and every time they think they’ve managed he turns up again, unnervingly mild mannered and relentlessly insistent. He offers and is met with complete disbelief, offers and is met with a million and one questions, he offers and somehow winds up in a negotiation that costs him his car and all the cash in his wallet with nothing in return. Geoff offers more than a job, offers a home, a family, a surprising tolerance for their many quirks; he lays all his cards on the table and lets them try to shred him apart, faintly amused but never condescending. He offers and offers and offers but never takes, never forces, never even alludes to the fact that he could, the way his position of power is so disproportionately greater than theirs. Geoff offers, and in the end they say yes.

Under the Table

Genre: NSFW
Words: 1,269

           "So, Timothy, tell me,“ a woman with long fingernails gestures her cup towards Tim. "How did you two meet?”

           Tim chuckles, “It’s a funny story actually..” Tim keeps up a conversation with the woman and the two other couples seated at your table while you struggle against your predicament under the table: Tim’s hand is spreading your legs open.

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Aah sorry for not getting round to your asks until now, I got a few asking about tips so I thought I would do a nice big post to answer them 
I’ll include some tools that I use as examples, hopefully that’ll help ^o^


~ U s i n g   W a t e r c o l o u r s ~

Some general tips:

1.  Try not to mix too many colours. You’ll lose their vibrancy if you do and they’ll become muddy. At most, I only mix two colours. 

2.  Always have clean water. If the water is discoloured, this affects the colour of your paint. 

3.  Always have lots of tissue. Trust me you’ll need it! haha (for dabbing up paint when you’ve put down too much, mistakes, spilling water… etc)

4. Use a palette, any will do. Wash it often~

5.  Rubber: one that doesn’t smudge and is soft enough to not rip the paper if you rub out a lot like me. I think I use soft staedtler brand. 


~ E x a m p l e s   w i t h   p r e t t y   p h o t o s ~

T e m p e r a t u r e
Watercolours dry differently depending on how hot it is where you live (I live in the UK, it’s cold so it takes a while to dry. I’ve also painted in Thailand where it’s hot as well as humid, and takes just a minute or so to dry). 

This is importantttt
If the temperature around you is colder, it makes it easier to smoothly blend paints. Example:

And if the temperature around you is hotter i.e you live in a hot country, they can look blotchy-er? Basically some areas dry faster so they make a not so smooth pattern, but it makes nice texture. Example:

T i m i n g
For blending, timing is crucial because at what stage you add it, it brings out different kinds of blending. This is related to the wet-on-wet technique actually.

- if you add paint to water or paint on paper while it’s still wet - it’ll blend smoothly. (look at the first example picture)
- if you add paint to water or paint while it’s damp and about to dry, it makes a sort of snowflake appearance as it tries to spread. Example: 

B r u s h e s
Main brushes I can think of:
- spotter - good for small detail (I mainly use these)
- rigger - long and good for detail and holding more water/paint (and these)
- round - good for spreading lots of water/paint
- flat - standard brush
- fan - spread a light wash of water paint
- mop - spread a lot of water

In the photo are my brushes from right to left: Liner/rigger, spotter, round/mop, rigger, rigger.   

Synthetic brushes are good, but they wear out quickly. Animal hairs are more robust but expensive.

P a p e r
I can’t stress enough how finding the right paper for you is. Let me show you how paper can really affect your paints, and why there are lots of them around.


Same drawing, but different paper. The first is thin paper, the other is something like 200gsm. All paper are different. So it’s best to try them out!

The thicker it is, the more likely it’ll be ale to hold more paint/water. This 200gsm paper can’t take much water, however in small amounts it really shows off the vibrancy of the paint and holds it well and allows it to blend well. This is paper from a Muji sketchbook (photo below) and I also use Arches paper.

P A I N T S !!!!!!

Oh yeah this. Generally, the more expensive it is, the better quality/more pigmented (vibrant) the colour will be. So if you’re starting out, I recommend that you start with some cheap okay ones, then move on to the expensive ones (that way, you can appreciate the quality and also get used to them).

These are the paints I use:

Yeah I only use paint tubes (just preference really. I’m not sure if tubes are more pigmented, but I guess they might be since you’d have to add water to the dried stuff?)

I use from left to right:
- Dr. Ph Martin’s watercolours (really intense super vibrant watercolours)
- Winsor and Newton Designers Gouache (the flesh tint is great for skin)
- Winsor and Newton: Artists’ Water Colour brands (various colours and good quality)
- Winsor and Newton: Professional (same as above)
- Winsor and Newton: Cotman (basic colours and good quality)
- WHSmith watercolours: (student grade (cheap) and not very vibrant in colour, but has some colours that are good)

Apart from the WHSmith ones, I’d say they’re all good brands.


Okay I think I’ve covered most things. Sorry this is so long to read, but I hope it helps anyone (/^▽^)/ ☆☆☆

I started feeling the need to edit so I just had to feature an edit with this little guy  ♥️️

This cutie’s name is Arthur and he belongs to the amazing @bratsims


I kneel down, put the ball in front of me. And as I look up and back away, I see that Hopey is fiddling with her gloves. What went through your mind? I thought, “Now you’re doing that again…” Because she did it in 2011 as well. And then I started laughing a little because it was a little hilarious. But it’s almost even funnier to take a PK against her when she does that.

Lisa Dahlkvist on her penalty kicks against Hope Solo at the 2011 Women’s World Cup and the 2016 Summer Olympics – both of which included glove troubles for Solo.

a handful of firsts

pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: fluff, smut, angst
word count: 3.6k 

    → love in flashes and handfuls of firsts and things that never last.

a quick drabble to feed my tae cravings, hope you like it! 

The walls told tales of the massive success that was Bangtan Sonyeondan, the entire building reeking of their impact on Big Hit Entertainment. It was chilling to experience it, tingles prancing down your spine as you made your way through the hallways, their achievements hanging on the walls. Once you had finally been accepted as a trainee, you figured you’d meet them if you debuted. The thought had occurred in flashes before the first audition, but everything after that turned it all to a blur. Bang Sihyuk awaited you conservatively as you entered the auditorium, your shaky knees hesitantly guiding you to a seat close to the stage. Other various guys and girls surrounded you, all of which were chosen due to some hidden potential Big Hit were about to explore. As you would have it, some would succeed. Most wouldn’t. Flashes of warnings and worried family members infiltrated your circle of thoughts and you gulped nervously, hands clenched tightly into sweaty fists. You’ve seen what their previous groups have looked like… Bangtan Sonyeondan were in crippling debt before they succeeded. Groups like that don’t happen twice.

You knew that. Desperate attempts to shake the thoughts away were interrupted by Bang Sihyuk, a welcoming greeting filling the vast area that was the auditorium.

“Welcome to both our new trainees and our old trainees. As you know, this week we have decided to let Park Seohyun go, but we hope that we can all keep our heads up. However –“

The door creaked open, seven ethereal figures entering the auditorium in each their own relaxed manner, quick bows exchanged with the first few trainees before crashing somewhere in the middle of the auditorium. Bangtan Sonyeondan. Oh my God, you muttered internally, your brows meeting in the middle in disbelief. A few shared gasps filled the air, encouraging chuckles from the boys. They must’ve experienced this before. They must think we’re idiots, they must think we’re the most naive, young idiots sitting here trying to reach the level of success they have. You cursed your name in trails, your eyes shamelessly fixated on the frames that were much, much closer than you’d ever thought they’d be.

Min Yoongi sat the closest to you, his skin ashen in contrast to his dark hair. His jaw was stiff, a forced polite smile lathered across his face. His hands were folded in his lap, his ankle resting on his knee. He looked powerful, in a sense. As if his words carried meaning.

Park Jimin had just nudged his shoulder and he was now whispering little tales to his ear, his arms tight around the waist of Jeon Jungkook. His lips were much more plump in real life, his defined jaw meeting his hair in a way that made him look like a prince. Taller than you’d figured.

Your eyes went to scan the other members when you saw him, the only one whose eyes were fixated on you. Kim Taehyung. He was slender, his body standing incredibly tall. He was wearing a black mask and you couldn’t quite tell if there was a smirk beneath it, but his eyes were the color of bark and he made you feel as if all air had evaporated. He was the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

He wasn’t anything like they’d described on the various fan pages, anything like you’d seen in the concert videos. His presence was immense, emptying you of all words and cluttered thoughts. It was as if he owned the air around him, his broad shoulders and long legs leaving marks in all the spaces he’d imprinted simply by… existing.

You finally exhaled, your palm travelling to your rapidly pounding heart in confusion. You felt as if you had run a marathon and although his gaze had been long gone now, you still felt undeniable naked.

That was the first time you met Kim Taehyung.

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Superhero Soulmates AU

           When you live in a world full of superheroes, there are worst things than meta human villains, invading aliens, and psychotic clowns. One of them is having a soulmate.

           Some say it’s better because your other half is easier to find, but they’re not the one who has a hero or a villain for a soulmate. You do.

Superman ✧ Physical Empathy Link ✧12345
Flash ✧ Tracker ✧123
Red Hood ✧ Timer 12
Batman Subconscious Link ✧1

Physical empathy link 
     You don’t feel their pain but your body wears your soulmate’s wounds and scars. You heal when your soulmate heals, but your soulmate heals only if you heal.

Emotional empathy link
    You feel what they feel.

    There’s a countdown for when you’ll meet your soulmate.

     There’s a measurement for how far/close your soulmate is.

Mortality Link
      When you’re 18 you only continue to age once you meet your soulmate. Some heroes and villains take advantage of this opportunity for immortality.

Subconscious link
    You and your soulmate share the same dreams lucidly.

Conscious link
    You and your soulmate have an involuntary telepathic connection.

Double vision
     Your right eye sees what your soulmate sees. In this special case eye-patches are worn to prevent double vision. Some people cover their left eye and watch the world through their soulmate’s eyes.

Identical birthmark
     You have the same birthmark.

Memory link
     Your past memories change to include your soul mate in your happiest moments, as if they’ve always been there, up until the moment you finally meet your soulmate.

Other Half
     A small memento broken in half is found in the blanket you’re wrapped in as a newborn child, and the other half belongs to your soulmate. Losing this memento will rid your chances of finding your soulmate. There have been rumors that criminals steal mementos and sell them in the black market, altering fate.

Today I sat down and wrote about 1,200 words of pure angst, so you guys better prepare yourselves. When it’s ready, this next chapter of “as the long, long nights begin” is probably going to hurt… at least, it’s hurting me to write. Why am i being so mean to these poor characters??? 

Save us (Part 2)

Part 1 Part 3

Cassian x Fem Character

Summary: Fem Character and Cassian are on a mission and things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: torture

Word count: 726

She had lost all track of time. She also had lost a lot of blood. At first she had tried to feed Bast false information, hoping he would believe it and lessen the pain. It didn’t happen. He had managed to read through all her bullshit and she payed for it. And so she started sharing unimportant or old information. Little tidbits that wouldn’t hurt the rebellion. She told herself she could stand strong, however with every question was closer to breaking. Maybe he’d be satisfied with what she was giving him.. Maybe they’ll kill her soon. 

They didn’t. They broke her body so many times and they were close to breaking her mind. Bast was feeling comfortable, constantly talking to her about his plans for her. There was no way to get away, the walls were closing in on her. She either stayed quiet, or rambled without stop. All she felt was fire. She didn’t feel individual parts of her body. She didn’t feel her broken leg, cut hip or fractured breastbone. It all blended into a burning pain. She just wanted to die. 

She passed out from the loss of blood and Bast took a break.

Cassian was scared. He had overheard that she was in room 731B, that she was still alive, but the way the troopers had talked about her suggested that soon it would be too late to save her. Maybe it already was. The plan was simple. Kill the troopers guarding her and get out. K2 and Cassian agreed that the captain would be the one to carry her, since K2 would struggle with being gentle and might end up hurting her even more. 

They were lucky, it seemed that the station hit a lull and the general that was interrogating her left to get a break. The room was guarded with but a couple troopers. 

“Let’s go!” Cassian whispered. K2 walked in. The troopers immediately aimed their blasters at him.

“The general say I’m to take the prisoner to room 2107.”

“Identify yourself! What is your number?” K2 sighed. 

“Every time. Lying isn’t my strong side.” He quickly knocked down the troopers. Cassian ran in. “We have 2 minutes before they realise she’s gone.”

Cassian felt his heart drop when he saw her. She was… hurt. He couldn’t even estimate the damages done to her. Her limbs where hanging in unnatural angles and she was covered in blood. The little skin he saw was blue and purple and he was sure those were burns he saw on her arms. He stood still, eyes wide, staring at her, not being able to move. K2 pushed him forward, bringing him out of the trance. The droid rushed forward, and started to work on her restraints. She was bound to a metal chair by metal clasps on her legs and arms. There was a click and she fell onto the ground, sprawled. Cassian’s heart ached for her but he had to concentrate on getting her home. 

He lifted her up without much difficulty (thanking the Rebellion for making sure he was fit) and nodded to K2. They rushed out and ran towards the ship. He felt how broken her body was and just held her tighter as they raced through the station. Her eyes opened slightly and she muttered something that sounded like his name. His heart panged and he shushed her soothingly, letting her know he was there. That he’d always be there.

They managed to get to the ship unseen. No sooner had they reached it than the alarms went off. Cassian lay her on the bed, strapping her so she wouldn’t roll off as K2 started the ship. Thankfully, they managed to launch without further difficulty and soon were on their way to Yavin IV.

His eyes watered as he held her hand. He had bandaged her up as much as he could so she wouldn’t lose anymore blood, but now that he had nothing to occupy him, he could only sit there thinking about how just mere hours ago they’ve been laughing together. How she’d been okay and next to him. He lay his head on hers and breathed in raggedly.

“I’m so, so sorry.” He stroked her knuckles with his thumb, desperately needing contact. “You’ll be okay, everything will be okay, we’ll be okay.” He whispered brokenly.

Part 3