figured out this look works on him

thezerogomez13  asked:

Hey! Just wanna say that I absolutely adore your blog! 💕Keep up the wonderful work! Could I request a drabble with Hanzo reuniting with fem!reader after ten years of reader believing Han was dead? Also reader having his child which he is just now finding out about. Thanks so much!

You looked over your son’s shoulder, helping him with his math homework. When you had the time you ran over old math books, trying to remember how to do it. However, you were busy working. Keeping a child afloat by yourself was hard work but single parents got a lot more support from the government than they used to.

Someone knocked on the door and you patted his shoulder, letting him know that you were going to answer that. You walked to the door, peering through the peephole. Seeing a dark figure, you slipped your hand on the pistol you kept by the door. Figuring it was another Yakuza, who was trying to pick a fight with an ‘affilliate’ of the Shimada family.

You whipped open the door, pistol held out in front of you. Hoping your son could hear you hissed.

“Back again? I’ll kill you for coming near my son,” your voice was quiet but firm, knowing you couldn’t give an inch.

The man hushed you, gently holding your wrist and pulling the gun away from him. You blinked and looked a bit closer at the familiar figured, mouthing the name of the father of your child.

“Hanzo?”

“Yes,” he sighed, his face and voice grown old, “It is I.”

You felt something deflate out of you, some sadness you forgot you were carrying which was quickly replaced by anger.

“What the hell is wrong with you,” you hissed, smacking his chest with each word and he just bore with it, “You disappear for ten years, making me think you were dead. Turns out you knocked me up while you were gallivanting around, for a man preaching about the responsibility you sure don’t take it yourself.”

He raised his arms in shock, “I have a son? I heard you had a child but I…”

“A nine-year-old kid?” you scolded, “Who else would be the father?”

“Mom?” you heard behind you and Hanzo pulled back, his hands starting to shake.

“That’s?” you sighed, figuring it was time to make introductions.

“This is your dad,” you said, gesturing to him, “turns out he isn’t dead.”

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I put him in white for once, because he is still an angel, even if he doesn’t look much like one. ^^;

I’d like to figure out something to do with his extra blank head, but I’m not sure what. If I want to get it modded, it seems like customizers would probably prefer to do the faceup as well, but I can’t ask them (or anyone else) to copy Anna-Queen’s work to match… and if they were okay with just doing the mod job, I think I might feel weird about trying to get a faceup slot for the modded head from Anna-Queen herself. (Like, would she be offended that I wanted to mod her sculpt, or have her do a faceup on what ended up being a free head?) And unless something catastrophic happens to his current faceup, I really don’t want to wipe it so the two heads could be done together by an artist, because I’m so in love with how he looks now.

So the extra head is just sitting, unused, in its box, and that feels like such a shame. It’s such a gorgeous sculpt and deserves more than that! I don’t know… ~_~

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@justlikecpparadise asked:

plz draw our fav boyz in yoga poses thank, also looking out for that hc you said you’d be making ;) lol

MERCEDES MY GIRL U GAVE ME SOME GOOD INSPO

bitty’s SUPER limber bc of the whole figure skating/hockey league thing, and sometimes jack thinks it’s going to be the death of him

Harry and Guitars

I’ve been kind of obsessed with the idea of Harry learning to play the guitar and the thought that maybe after all these years of looking like he’s been learning, perhaps he actually has and we’ll get a taste of it on his solo album! Well, a girl can dream. 

In 2011 Harry tweeted this in response to being asked if he played any musical instruments:

So…look at this 16-year old frizzy-haired muppet with his lil pink guitar pretending he knows how to play it. I love him! Don’t give up hope, Harreh!

Hmmm. Louis sure looks cute playing that guitar. Watch closely Harry…

See? Louis showed him a few chords, and let Harry take over. 

He might look like a wax figure, but he also looks pretty good holding that guitar! Bonus points for those Keds!

Um….holy shit. Indie band hotness for realz. 

Tattoos out, guitar in hand, writing songs by the lake. What more could you ask for?

What a total goober. Channeling his inner rock god. 

Here, have a few gifs so you can see how hard he’s been working!

Er…or still acting like a goober. 

Taking the guitar on the road. 

Nice to see Niall helping out his brudder, giving Hazza some guitar lessons. 

So serious. 

Well goddamn, he looks good with a bass guitar and a fedora. We even almost got a bit of nip slip there. 

I know this is a terrible photo…but come on. Harry in a snap back with a bass guitar. It’s good stuff! 

Ah…a favorite of mine. Down on the farm. Kickin it, barefoot. Playing some Kentucky Bluegrass. Or something like that. 

Same to you, H. Who’s getting that autographed guitar? How many do you actually have?

These two photos crack me up. For some reason he looks to me like he’s in a Mariachi band. On a boat. With a high ponytail. Classic. 

70′s folk musician Harry. 

Harry’s album is about to drop. April 7th is around the corner. His SNL appearance not far behind. Will he tour? Will we see him with a guitar on stage? Maybe a slow ballad? Rocking out like David Bowie? I don’t know, but goddamn it, I can’t wait. Solo artist Harry, dramatic hoe music video Harry, 1D reunited Harry, any Harry at all…I hope he’s been composing on his guitar and that we’ll get a peek of guitar playing Harry very, very soon!


Now that presales of Harry’s album have gone up, we got at least one more guitar playing Harry photo, so I’m adding it to my master post!

1980s Duran Duran bass player John Taylor vibe here (albeit with a haircut and less makeup). And if you need further proof of the connection to John Taylor, look here.

Kiss the Girl

Summary: Literally based on The Little Mermaid’s “Kiss the Girl,” Bucky develops a crush on you after seeing you in various of Tony’s soirees, but is too shy to go up to you. 

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up. Hope you all enjoy. This is fluffy af.

Originally posted by adoroituoigrovigli


“It’ll be fun!” Tony had said. And honestly, Bucky felt like punching him, just breaking his nose, or bruising him enough in such a way that he would never suggest this to Bucky again.

How could a room full of drunk, screaming people could be fun? Bucky grimaced, as yet another girl sidled up to him and batted her eyelashes at him. He shook his head and gave her a polite smile.

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Your senior year roommate calls herself Clarity. She’s very small and rumpled and distant, and she goes for long walks in the forest south of campus when she’s frustrated. You aren’t friends, but you coexist peacefully. It’s enough.

The creature on your co-owned Walmart futon isn’t Clarity.

It looks like her. Enough to fool a casual observer, certainly. Enough to fool someone who hasn’t been soldering sterling silver for six hours. But you have, and the truth of silver lingers, and the Thing That Looks Like Clarity is sprouting delicate flowers from the skin of its bare shoulders.

It’s sitting cross-legged and perfectly, terribly still, tracking your eyes as you take all this in. When you sigh and set down your backpack, it says, “Hello, smith. There didn’t seem to be any sense in pretending.”

“Jeweler,” you say, and, “I go by Florence, these days. What should I call you?”

It blinks, languid and slow. “I’m not here to usurp. I’m a… placeholder.”

“It’s still confusing as shit, my guy.”

It considers this at length. Finally, with the air of one who has just solved a great puzzle, it says “Claire. We will know, the two of us.”

“Works for me. Nice meeting you, Claire.”

And that seems to be all there is to say. Your roommate’s been stolen by the Fair Folk, you’re living with a changeling, and there’s not much you can do about either of these things. You scroll through Instagram until it gets tired of watching you and wanders out into the hallway.

So that’s Claire.

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I Don’t Mean It (pt 7)

You hesitated to open the door. You didn’t even know if Taehyung was going to be there, but something told you that he was. You look through the little peephole as if you didn’t know who was at the door. Your heart sank when you could see all seven figures there. You smiled a little though as Hoseok leaned in close to the little hole and tried to peek back.

You opened the door slowly and greeted the boys, letting them into your apartment. 

The next couple of hours went by as they usually would have. Some of the boys raided your fridge, but to their dismay, it was rather empty. Taehyung didn’t bother even looking at you or talking to you, so you wondered why he even bothered to come. He eventually excused himself to get some air on your balcony. You felt a rush of cold air rush into your otherwise warm apartment as he slid the door open. You watched his figure walk out and promptly close the door behind him.

You finally felt a little at ease, but you still didn’t know how to confront him or when. The other guys noticed the strange look on your face.

“This actually worked out well. Less work on our part” Yoongi said out of the blue.

“What?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“We actually wanted you and Tae to talk things out but we didn’t really know how to get you two alone. But this works out” Namjoon said.

“Alone? What are you talking about” you asked again.

“Yeah…we’re going to go ahead and go. You two talk and figure this out” Jin said as he and the rest of the boys got up.

“You can do it Y/N!” Jungkook said as he patted your shoulder as he and the rest of the boys walked past you. You stood there in shock. You were finally, quite literally, forced to confront Taehyung.

You finally noticed Jimin standing in front of you, not realizing that he didn’t walk out with the rest of the group.

“You can do this Y/N. We’ll always be here for you, ok? Let me know how it goes” he says with a sad smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, but you could still feel your heart race.

A few moments after the six of them were gone, you awkwardly fidgeted around your living room, constantly checking to see if Taehyung showed any signs of coming back in. After a few more minutes, you had your back faced to the balcony, checking your phone after you received a few messages from Min Joo.

You heard the balcony door open and the cold air once again and you after what felt like a few hours, you turned around. Taehyung looked around the room and he seemed very confused. 

“Where are they?” he asked finally. You realized you hadn’t heard his voice in almost two months and you realized just now how much you missed it. 

“They uh, just left.” you said, trying to sound calm while it felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You hated confrontation with a passion.

“Why? You know what, nevermind. I’ll leave too” he said, starting to walk towards the front door behind you.

“Wait! Tae!” you said hurriedly.

Tae. You let the name slip. He probably didn’t like you calling him that. Not anymore at least. But little did you know that it made his heart skip a beat too. He missed your voice just as much as you missed his.

“What?” he asked dryly. He was afraid of showing any emotion because he was scared of forgiving you in a heartbeat.

“C-can we talk?” you ask, not daring to look into his eyes.

“About?” he asks bac.

“A-about us? I-I just want to know what really happened between us” you asked. You were trying so hard not to let the tears form but the stinging in your eyes told you that you didn’t have much longer till you broke.

“I think I already told you how I felt.” he said coldly.

“Taehyung what the hell did I do to you?” you say, wanting to finally get it all out. 

He groaned in response. 

“Fine, you want to talk? Let’s talk Y/N” he said quite loudly. You flinched in response. “Why are you pretending to be so innocent? I know what you fucking did” he spat out.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, begging him to spill.

“Are you really going to pretend like you don’t know what you did Y/N?” he said, getting louder with almost every word. You could feel the tears start to form in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say back.

“The reporter? The article he wrote? The payment? Any of the fucking ring a bell?” he says.

“what? what reporter? what article?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“YOU TALKED TO A REPORTER. YOU TOLD HIM ABOUT ALL THE SECRETS I SHARED WITH YOU. AND YOU EVEN TOOK MONEY AS SOME PAYMENT. DID YOU HONESTLY THINK I WOULDNT FIND OUT?” he was yelling now. If you weren’t scared before, you were now. You had never seen him so angry. He took a glass from the kitchen counter and threw it on the ground. The glass shattered immediately, almost as quickly as your heart.

“Taehyung I never talked to any reporter, let alone take any money.” you say through the tears.

“Oh just shut it. I know the truth, so stop denying it. How…how could you take advantage of our friendship like that? Take advantage of the rest of the members like that?” he asks with a sadness clearly evident in his eyes.

You were full out crying now, with your heart breaking more and more with every word he said. 

“Taehyung..I-I d-didn’t.” you said, starting to sob.

“SHUT IT. You..you’re disgusting” he says, heaving.

“You…You really believe that? You think..you think that lowly of me?” you ask slowly, still looking at the ground. “You really think I did something that terrible?”

“I wouldn’t put it beyond you.” he said coldly.

“And nothing I say would make you believe me?” you ask finally.

“What excuse could you possibly give. I would never believe you. You’re no better than the rest of them. Just wait until I tell the rest of guys. I never want to see you again” he spat out.

“I-I guess that’s it then.” you said

Taehyung took one final glance at you. He didn’t know why his heart sank seeing you cry the way you did. The way you looked completely broken. “she deserves it, though” he tells himself as he walks out the door.


A/N: omg finally the confrontation. I think I might go back to texts for the next part if it fits with the plot but I’m not sure yet. Want a part 8? Let me know or I won’t write one ha!  

Thanks for all the support so far! It’s been fun writing this series. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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This is something….. Basically it’s me wanting to write an AU where Jack never kissed Bitty and went on with his life and how they still found their way back to each other. I’ve been taking bits and pieces of this fic and putting them in different fics so there are a ton of holes but I keep thinking about it. 

The context for this is if Jack went up to visit his parents over the summer and he invited the team up because why the hell not????? It’s a WIP. I don’t have it all figured out yet. 


Ransom and Holster jump at the same time and the splash it creates reaches Alicia on the patio chair. She sighs and stands.

“I’m so happy you brought the boys with you,” she says dryly but she ruffles Jack’s hair as she goes by.

Jack waits a moment and follows her.

He closes the door behind him and she looks up with a smile from where she’s pouring more chips into a bowl.

“I’m glad Eric could come. Your father mentioned the two of you had some issues? Is that all worked out now? He seems pretty comfortable around you.”

“I think I could be in love with him.”

There’s dead air in the kitchen but beyond the sliding doors the world rages on.

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The New Girl in English Class

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

Anon requests: hi could you please do an imahine where reader is quiet and a bit of a loner and sits in the back of class and one day in english they have to write something and present it to the class and jughead underestimates her but then is actually really impressed and develops a crush on her?? thank u

Hi, Uhm I absolutly love your account. I was wondering if you could do one where y/n is new to Riverdale and ends up be a loner, and since jughead knows what that’s like they become friends <3 lots of fluff. Please and thank you

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead isn’t a social butterfly, but the new girl, with her impressive writing skills, may be an exception.

Warnings: none

Word count: 958

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, hope you enjoy!


Jughead didn’t care much for his classmates.  He had a select amount of friends, and they satisfied him.  He found no point in socializing with other people just for the sake of more people to talk to.  (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the new girl, was no exception to Jughead’s belief.  She had recently moved to Riverdale, and she sat in the back of Jughead’s English class.  Although he never saw her with any friends, Jughead felt no obligation to act friendly towards (Y/N) because she had no other friends.  That was not his job.

“New girl’s pretty,” Veronica commented at lunch one day.  Jughead looked up from his chips at Veronica.

“So what?” he asked, eyebrows raised.  Veronica raised her hands in mock-surrender.

“Woah there, Jughead,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m just saying.”

“I feel bad for her,” Betty joined in on the conversation.  “I don’t think she has any friends.”

“Being the new girl is hard,” Veronica empathized with (Y/N), popping a fry in her mouth.  “It’s hard to make friends at a new school.  I got lucky with you guys.”  The whole table cooed at what Veronica said, then laughed.


Their English teacher made them write an analysis on the book the class had just finished.  Jughead, a natural-born writer, finished it with ease. Most of the rest of his class, from what he could tell, struggled with the assignment.

The day that the assignment was due, the English teacher surprised everyone by announcing that the analysis would have to be read in front of the whole class.  This sent some of Jughead’s classmates into a frenzy because no one felt confident in their writing.  Jughead was the only volunteer to read.  He stepped up in front of the class and effortlessly read his analysis, and once he finished he plopped back into his chair.  Because there were no more volunteers, his teacher began to randomly select students.  Every student who went up stuttered and fumbled and lacked proper analysis in Jughead’s opinion.  Unimpressed, he sat in his chair with his arms crossed and a judgmental look plastered on his face.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” the teacher called out.  Jughead shifted in his seat so he could glance at the new girl.  Her eyes were wide as she shakily stood up.  Grabbing her paper, she ventured to the front of the classroom.  She cleared her throat and began to read.  Jughead was shocked by her eloquence: her voice was clear and smooth, her writing was immaculate, and her analysis had extreme depth.  When she finished, she quickly sat down before any students had the chance to applaud.

The bell rang, and while the other students dashed out of the room, Jughead approached (Y/N) as she stuffed her binders into her bag.

“That was impressive,” he commented, leaning against the desk in front of her.  She turned to face him.

“What was impressive?” she inquired, pulling a bit of hair behind her ears.

“Your writing,” Jughead answered. “It was very eloquent.  You’re very good.”

“Yours was better,” she responded, shrugged her bag onto her shoulder.  She began to exit the classroom, and Jughead followed in her footsteps.

“That’s debatable,” he countered, “and I don’t say that too often.”  (Y/N) laughed at that, causing Jughead to crack a smile.

“Well then, I’m glad that someone has finally met your standards,” she quipped, and his smile widened.  “Anyhow, it was nice talking to you, but I have to go to history now.”  Her pace quickened as she left Jughead’s side, and he stood in the hallway as he watched her walk away.  He barely noticed that his cheeks were a bit redder than usual.


Over the course of the next two weeks, Jughead tried to get to know (Y/N) better.  He moved his seat so that he was next to her in English.  He began to invite her to his table to eat lunch with him and his friends.  Although they all noticed his shift in attitude, they chose to remain silent. They were going to let Jughead figure this one out on his own.

It took Jughead another three weeks before he finally realized what happened.  He was sitting in his booth with (Y/N) across from him.  They were working on an English project, each of them working on their own individual assignment.  There was no conversation being tossed between them, just a soothing silence.  Jughead looked up from his writing and saw the girl sitting across from him, and then it hit him.  He liked her.  

“(Y/N),” her name spilled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.  Her head snapped up, and she shot him a puzzled glance.

“Yes, Jug?” she questioned. Jug.  When did she start calling him that?

“When did you start calling me that?” he voiced his thoughts.  (Y/N) shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she answered. But he didn’t care about the answer to that question.  What he was really wondering was when did everything change?

“Is this a date?” his words stumbled over one another as they poured out of his mouth.  He immediately regretted saying that.

“I didn’t think it was,” (Y/N) remained calm.  “It can be if you want.”  Jughead almost missed the second part of her reply, but once it registered in his mind, he burst into a grin.  (Y/N) shook her head with a smile etched onto her face, and turned back to her English work.

“Or would this not be our first date, since we’ve come to Pop’s together so many times before?” Jughead wondered aloud.  (Y/N) laughed as she set her pencil down.

“It’s our first date, Jug,” she told him.  “It’s the first because we didn’t acknowledge it before.”  Jughead smiled cheekily.

“Then this is a great first date.”

Black Paladin lance headcanon...au?

I have seen a lot of black Paladin lance head canons and idea of how it will work, so I thought maybe I’d share my own ideas.

To start of, Shiro is in the Astral plane with Black looking over him, and Shiro isn’t really sure how to get out, and Black won’t tell him how to get out, only that he needs to rest, and he can’t talk with the other Paladins to tell him where he is. But he can see and can hear them through Black.

Shiro sees everyone trying to figure out what happened to him, but after weeks of them fleeing battles with the Galra and trying to find Shiro, they all agree that until they find Shiro, they need to have someone be the black paladin. Keith of course reveals the fact that Shiro wanted him to lead, and approaches Black. Shiro is obviously very supportive of this (cough cough-bias-cough) but Shiro is surprised to see that Black is apprehensive about Keith piloting him. but Black allows it since it is Shiro’s wish for Keith to lead.

So Keith is the black Paladin, and Shiro is very happy to see that Keith is leading the team. Only that, he isn’t leading very well. Many times he runs off on his own in battle and leaves the others with half baked directions and no real orders or a half baked plan that he usually abandons to go off. Shiro sees that more times than not, one of the Paladins is always heavily damaged and spend days in the healing pods. Now Shiro is starting to see that he might have overestimated Keith’s ability to lead, but he still trusts that Keith will get the hang of it. But as time goes on, Keith still is doing his own thing. That’s when Shiro notices that Lance, who is always questioning Keith’s decisions, has been giving orders whenever Keith runs off , and his plans have some real form of orders, and not just that, but they work with the skills of Pidge and Hunk, even Allura when she joins in the fight. It’s his plans that gets everyone out of a battle in one piece, it’s his plans that even wins some of the battles. But it’s not until Shiro sees Lance going to the hangars to talk to Blue about how mad he is at Keith, not because of him being the leader, but at how he leads the team. He tells her about all the times Keith has left during battles to ‘follow his instincts’ and leaving the team with no clear idea of what the plan is or what to do. He’s mad that even though it’s clear that Lance has been the reason that they win a battle, he doesn’t get any recognition for his plans, that Allura and the others just assume that Lance knows Keith’s plan when Keith goes AWOL, they assume that it’s Keith plan and not his own. But most of all, Lance talks about his insecurities about his position on the team, and how he misses his home. Shiro’s starts to understand that he was wrong with Keith leading the team, and because of his favoritism, he didn’t see that there was another option in his team. A better option that everyone has more or less been taking advantage of. Shiro tells the Black Lion that he was wrong, that he shouldn’t lead the team if he didn’t see how Lance was struggling. Black tells Shiro that it’s ok to make mistakes, as long as we make an effort to correct them. Black then asks again, who should lead Voltron while Shiro is stuck there. And Shiro doesn’t even hesitate to say….“Lance should lead.” At first, Keith is not happy with being kept out of Black. He’s even more furious that Black let Lance in and not him. But he can’t say that he isn’t glad to back with Red. And after awhile, he realizes that Lance is a really good leader. Yes, he doesn’t lead like Shiro does. He leads his own way, helping others see their full potential, putting the other’s strong points to use as well as listening to their ideas and being able to create or change his plans at a moment. Lance is a great leader, because he doesn’t just lead the others he relies on them. While Lance is in charge, they never lose a battle, and have gained more allies in their fight against Zarkon. One such ally is able to help them get Shiro out of the astral plane, and the first thing he does is give Lance a huge hug and thanked him for leading the team in his absents. Lance is happy to be back with Blue, but even more so now that Shiro includes him in strategy meetings, relies on him more during diplomatic meetings. But mostly glad that Shiro’s talks with him and Hunk more, getting to know them so that he’ll be able support them better. So there’s my idea about how black Paladin Lance going down. I hope you guys liked it!

Update: I am actually writing a fic on this on AO3. If you haven’t read it and want to, it’s called ‘rose colored glasses make it hard to see’.
My Little Hero (Bucky X Reader / Bucky X Reader’s daughter)

Title: My Little Hero ( Big Hero, Little Hero drabble series 1.0 ) 

Pairing: Bucky X Reader and Reader’s daughter 

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky stumbled upon a sweet young girl defending his honor. And finding out that her mom is the lovely single mom he always kind of liked.

Next parts: 2.0 Mini Winter Soldier  || 3.0 Bucky’s Little Spy 

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The Smithsonian was swarming with people, as expected on a warm weekend. Bucky had a cap on his head, wearing a red henley that covered his arms and a pair of old washed jeans. He strolled around the exhibits with his hands in his pocket, rounding the Captain America exhibit. 

This wasn’t his first visit there since leaving Hydra. The first was when Steve brought him to help him, them, find some comforting part of the 40s. There was even this little corner with some information about Bucky himself and his Howling Commandos comrades. He enjoyed spending his free afternoons in the museum, it was the closest thing to his home back in the 40s he had in this big new country. 

Student groups came and went with their teachers, no one paid mind to Bucky; and he liked that, peace and quiet. He settled himself in front of Steve’s motorcycle. His lips turned slightly into a small smile thinking about just now much his best friend used to like that bike. 

The silence he had in his mind was broken when he heard squabbling to his left. Turning to the direction, his eyes fell to a small group of pre-schoolers decked in blue. In the center of the group was a young girl and boy; the boy was holding his shin, a grimace on his face and the girl had an indignant look on hers, her tiny arms crossed in front of her. 

“How dare you call the Winter Soldier a monster? The sergeant is a hero you hear me?” words tumbled out of the young girl, the frown on her face deepening. The boy looked up at her and sneered “How would you know? You’re just a girl.”

Before the girl could give him a piece of her mind, the teacher stepped between the two and demanded them both to apologize to each other. “You two will be on time out. Sit on the bench with Mrs. Mary and reflect. Both of your parents will pick you up when the tour for the rest of the class ends. No argument!” the teacher warned, voice stern and brows furrowed. 

Bucky looked on as he saw the two children sat on the two furthest ends of the bench, the girl still had her arms crossed. He took a seat on the bench nearest to theirs and at that point, he’s decided he was going to watch over her till her parents came. Just in case the boy was to do anything sneaky. 

At that thought, he chuckled at himself and thought since she was going to defend his honor, he shall do his part and be her guardian for that afternoon. It was probably one of the sweetest things anyone has done for him since the 40s. A tiny girl defending him when he couldn’t even bring himself to defend his own honor. 

“I’ll have you know that my mom works with the Avengers and she knows the Winter Soldier and she says he’s a war hero. Without him, we’ll all probably be Hydra.” she huffed, side-eyeing the boy as her teacher stood a short distance away, probably calling their parents. 

A short half hour later, a young woman hurried into the exhibition hall, her heels clicking away. She lowered herself to the height of the young girl and chastised lightly, her eyes betraying her true emotions. “I heard someone’s in trouble, young lady,” she said, bopping the little girl’s nose. 

Straightening herself, she shook the hands of the teacher and after a short conversation turned to her daughter and said, “Young lady, you will apologize to Brian now and say you’re sorry for kicking him the shin. There’s no excuse good enough for hurting someone you hear me.” The young girl begrudgingly turned to the smug boy and muttered a half-hearted sorry. 

“And you Brian. You will apologize to Poppy for saying she’s just a girl. And for calling someone you don’t know a monster. Poppy is a lovely girl who will turn out just as amazing as any boy like yourself. Bucky, Sergeant Barnes is a respectable hero for our country, alright?” she chastised, lowering herself to Brian’s height. 

Brain’s smug grin fell, as he looked at Poppy and apologized. “Alright. Now the two of you are going to shake hands and make friends alright.” she instructed. 

Her daughter’s teacher gave her a grateful smile and thanked her, “You’re a life saver (Y/N). You should’ve joined us as a parent volunteer.” “If I had the time I really wouldn’t mind but you know how it is over at Stark Industries.” she replied, a resigned smile on her face. 

Hearing her name, Bucky perked up and narrowed his eyes to get a better look at her. (Y/N)? Stark Industries? Could it be Pepper’s PA? That (Y/N)? Bucky’s always paid extra attention to her. Despite no one noticing it. Or perhaps Nat knew but just didn’t want to call him out on it. She did always have this knowing smirk on her face. (Y/N) always had this lovely smile on her face that made her eyes disappear into a cute crescent. 

People mostly left Bucky alone. But not (Y/N). If she baked during the weekends, she always made sure to give him a couple of the treats she made. If he was coming back from a mission, she would always be there waiting. Well, she may have been waiting for anyone. Nat. Wanda. Steve. Thor. God forbid, Sam. But it always warmed his heart a little seeing her tiny figure from afar. 

He knew the (Y/N) was a single mom. Her bastard of a boyfriend left once he knew she was expecting. She also knew she had to juggle a lot, there were even a couple of times Nat helped pick her daughter from pre-school when she was occupied with work. 

As Bucky looked over, he saw that (Y/N) was holding on to her daughter’s hand, arms swaying as they walked towards the exit. He didn’t know what came over him, his shy demeanour that he acquired over time, vanished as he took large steps to the pair. 

(Y/N) noticed his figure and a look of shock appeared on her face when she figures out who it was. He gave her a shy smile as he kneeled next to Poppy. 

“Hi. You’re Poppy, right? I’m Bucky. Your mom’s fr-“ Bucky started. Before he could continue, Poppy let out an excited squeal and jumped into his arms. 

“You’re The Winter Soldier! Sergeant Barnes! Can I really call you Bucky?” she babbled on, her tiny arms wrapped around Bucky. He couldn’t help but let out a hearty chuckle at her excitement as he returned her hug light. 

“Of course you can Pumpkin. Please feel free to call me anything,” he replied, eyes meeting (Y/N)’s, her smile evident on her face as she laughed at her daughter’s antics. 

“Oooooooo. How about Buckaroo? Bucky Bear? Cuddly Bucky? Big Barnes?” she listed name off her head, still not letting Bucky go. An affectionate chuckle escaped Bucky, as he scooped the young girl up, Poppy still happily listing out nicknames for the super soldier. 

“You heading back to the office? Do you mind if I carry her the way back?” Bucky asked softly, his cheeks, a faint red. 

(Y/N) laughed softly and said, “I don’t think she’s going to let you go anytime soon. You’re her hero you know?” 

Bucky’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, as he awkwardly scratches the back of his head. 

“Well, she’s my hero.”  


Tagging: @itsanerdlife @buckysmusculararm @klaus-is-king @callamint @dryerpet @katbird787

I know I haven’t written much or been on Tumblr much. I have been majorly busy with college and I’m so drained. It would mean the world to me if I could get some feedback on this. I hope everyone enjoys this!

For my other writings, search “Ting writes” on my Tumblr!” 

The underrated key to success

ASK FOR HELP.

I recently got an interview for something I felt (and still feel) totally underqualified for I attributed 90% of my success to asking as many people as I could find for tips - whether it be writing a CV, asking if I could see their CV, asking them to look at my CV, how to apply, how to do well in interviews, etc. 

A junior of mine recently got into Berkeley. I noticed two things about his success: 

1. He worked hard

2. He ALWAYS asked for help - I wasn’t that close to him, but he would always ask me for tips about his assignments or to read over his stuff. 

In the end, successful people (however you define ‘success’) use their resources. They ask for help. 

Yes, it might be important sometimes to figure things out for yourself, but you’d be a fool not to consult the wisdom of the people who’ve done what you’ve done, and done it well. 

Yours, Castiel

Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?

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anonymous asked:

"Snow..." Baz looked at him incredulously. "That's my textbook ...why are you doing math?"

“Snow…” Baz looked at him incredulously. “That’s my textbook …why are you doing math?”

 "Shh, Baz, I’m trying to figure it out.“ He shushes, and then mutters to himself “so if it takes 130 ml to get…yes…then the average male rat weighs…and then we just divide…perfect…around 26 ml of blood…" 

I can’t stop staring as he continues to plug values into my graphing calculator. His hair is a tangled mess, like he’s been raking his fingers through it in frustration, and I wonder how long he’s been working on this.

 “I’ve got it!” he shouts, and I jump. He turns to me with a triumphant grin, and says, “did you know you need to drain five rats to get a boner?”

leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five

Blue Skies and Possibilities (Lin/Reader Soulmate AU)

Summary: In a world where you can only see color once you make physical contact with your soulmate, you’re keeping your hands to yourself. Fate has other plans.

Word Count: 8642

Note: Thank you to @the-real-tony-stank for reading this ahead of time and being so sweet and to @thatoneimaginesblog for giving me a cute idea that pops up in here and putting up with a lot of Lin pictures while this got written.


You were in the forest again.

There was light streaming through the trees, and the vivid color of the leaves told you that you were dreaming. You felt a flutter in your stomach and smiled to yourself. If there was color, that meant he would be here. You let your instincts take over and walked swiftly in the direction the creek you’d visited so many times before.

There he was, just like you knew he’d be. He turned to you with a boyish smile on his face and you felt like you had just gotten home after a long trip away. You didn’t have a name to attach to the color of his eyes, but you knew they were deep and familiar. He held out a hand to you and you grabbed it, never knowing how much time you’d have here. Tonight was a lucky one. You spent what felt like an entire summer in the woods, neither of you speaking but somehow communicating anyway.

When you heard a buzzing in the distance, you knew your time was up. You held tight to his hand, but the world around you faded anyway. The feeling of his fingers laced with yours was the last thing to slip away.

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“You don’t know me, Nurse!” Dex yells, turning and slamming the door on his way out.

Nursey sinks down into his chair, hands shaking with the adrenaline rush that always comes after a blowout with Dex. He grabs his headphones, tugs his sweatshirt on, and laces up his running shoes. He’s feeling like he could run six or seven today, after a fight like that, but he doesn’t want to overdo it, so he’ll stick to his usual three.

He refuses to allow himself to think for the first mile, focusing on his breath and the sound of his feet against the pavement. It’s warmer than it should be, this time of year, but the air is still cold enough to feel that bit of chill in his lungs.

By the second mile he’s working through the argument in his head, parsing through everything leading up to it and trying to figure out what started it. He can’t figure it out, or maybe he just doesn’t remember. Whatever started it, Dex had surely ended it. You don’t know me, Nurse. A lie if Nursey’s ever heard one. He knows Dex.

I know Dex, he’s repeating through the third mile. He doesn’t know why he’s so hung up on it, except that it’s total fucking bullshit. I know Dex. I know him. I do. Fuck him for thinking I don’t. Fuck him.

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Promises || 02

Originally posted by notjhope

You learn more about the promises you made and the man you promised them to.

Series: 01 | 02

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Arranged Marriage!au

Word Count: 6.1k

A/n: Sections in italics are flashes from the past.


            Traitor of a Brother [4:39 am]: Jungkook, why isn’t Y/n picking up the phone? Can you tell her to call me please?

            Traitor of a Brother [4: 53 am]: Where the fuck did you take her? Why isn’t she in the cabin?

                        *Thirteen missed calls

            Traitor of a Brother [5:07 am] : It was bad enough for u to get into this mess, but now mix my wife into it as well? Is this some kind of petty revenge?

                        * Two missed calls

            Traitor of a Brother [5:13 am]: I swear to fucking god Jungkook if u fucking get her involved in any of ur shit I will strangle u myself

            Jungkook smirked down at his phone as you slept soundly in the seat beside him, your hands clutching the blanket around you even as the heater blew hot air into your face, relishing in all the warmth you could get. His eyes roamed the delicate features of your face as a familiar feeling filled his chest, one that was present every time he looked at you.

            He quickly texted a reply before turning off his phone and throwing it to Hoseok in the front seat, choosing to forget about Taehyung for the time being, more than a little happy that Taehyung had already caught on to what was happening.  

            Jungkook [5:15 am]: It’s a little too late for that, hyung.


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Business and Pleasure - Part 15

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,833

Warnings: Swearing, angst


Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


By the time you arrived back in New York, you were pretty sure that you had cried out all the tears your body could possibly produce. Your eyes were dry and bloodshot, and you couldn’t stop the constant shivering that had started sometime during the flight back. You spent the entirety of the flight trying not to cry. You hugged your knees to your chest as best as you could in the cramped plane and stared out the window. Thankfully, you had plenty of music on your phone, so you simply plugged in your headphones and tuned out the rest of the world.


Once you landed and collected your baggage, you realized just how late it was. The sun had set during the flight, and it was now well past midnight. You could have easily called a taxi, but you weren’t sure that you could handle being stuck in the back of a taxi for the ride back home. You didn’t want to have to make awkward small talk. All you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep. 

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tiny kiri needs dental work badly

i’m trying to raise funds to get my cat Kiri to the vet for dental work, to prevent him from having the same kidney complications that made us have to put Jasper to sleep

so if anyone is feeling generous, that would be amazing

here is a photo of Kiri:

he is 15 and still very spry, the vet says he’s like a 6-year-old except for his teeth. we want to get his teeth fixed so he can continue to be remarkably young and healthy for his age.

some facts about kiri:

  • he follows me into the bathroom to scream at me while i pee
  • he once yowled outside my door for a full five minutes before i opened it, then dropped a red-and-white striped sock and bolted
  • he once stole a steak from a pan on top of a gas stove and got away
  • he loves bread but isn’t allowed to have it
  • he used to nurse on my earlobes until i had to stop him because it was keeping me from sleeping at night due to the purring in my ear
  • he looks like a baby seal if you pull his ears down

i’m trying to raise in the ballpark of $350 for his dental visit; the vet said they wouldn’t know how much it would come to until they figured out whether there would need to be extractions, and which teeth might need extraction. the vet also said that not doing the dental work would probably result in a steep health decline fairly soon because of his age, because dental germs get into the bloodstream and cause kidney issues (among others). please help if you can!

there’s a donate button on my blog, or else my paypal email is j2.r.myr@gmail.com

The bridge scene on Endor is the moment Han realizes that it doesn’t matter if Leia loves him back; all that matters is that he loves Leia.

You know the scene: right after Luke confesses to Leia that they’re siblings and then immediately leaves to confront Vader.

Enter Han. He insists that Leia tell him what’s wrong even after she tells him that she just wants to be alone.

Leia says, “I can’t tell you,” to which Han responds with jealousy, saying, “Could you tell Luke? Is that who you could tell?”

At this, we see Leia cry for the first time, and Han starts to walk off. He then pauses for a moment

then turns around and walks back to Leia. In that moment, during that pause before he walks back, Han realizes that he loves Leia whether she loves him or not. He goes back and apologizes - Han Solo apologizes. And you know that’s not something he does lightly or often because that would be admitting that he did something wrong.

Leia looks at him, considers him, and responds with “Hold me” while collapsing into Han. Now this is clearly something new for Han. He looks shocked and almost a little scared by the embrace, like he’s never done this before.

He sort of awkwardly pats her, like he’s trying to figure out how this thing works. In a matter of seconds, he’s gone from a macho man who walks away from a crying woman because of his own jealous to a man who is so in love that he’ll hold her even if he doesn’t know how.