first part done

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yalitsquad challenge 1 // pt. 4 // favorite friendship → richard gansey iii + henry cheng

Doubly known. Triply known. Gansey wasn’t precisely sure how to cope with being so accurately pegged by a person who was, after all, only a recent acquaintance.

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Mana would definitely dress up as Santa during the Holiday Season. I want to draw Allen sitting on Mana’s (Santa Claus’s) lap, but for now have this cute comic of Allen meeting Santa. 

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so if you guys wanted to know what I did over winter break

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Vacation Dad Grace's 2017 Gloden Globe Fashion Review

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MYTHOLOGY MEME  |  [10/9] GREEK GODS & GODDESSES » DEIMOS & PHOBOS 

Twin sons of Ares and Aphrodite, Deimos and Phobos were two gods associated strongly with the battlefield. Deimos was the god and personification of terror, while Phobos was the god and personification of fear. They were both known to accompany their father Ares (the god of war), Eris (the goddess of discord), and Enyo (the goddess of war and destruction) into the battlefield and presented the fearful and brutal nature of war and its effects on a persons mind.

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i heard this really soppy song so i decided to make an obnoxiously long and incredibly half-assed comic about dan’s refusal to tell phil that he actually loved him while he was still alive, and his regret to do so after he died.
i do not own the lyrics, just the drawings! the original english lyrics belong to JubyPhonic. hope you enjoyed it : — )

hahahaahahaha 

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If Carla was your boyfriend - pt.1(?)

↳ requested by anonymous  ❀

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tsumugi kotobuki: *exists*
me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
7/2–happy birthday  to the #1, moogs!!

Park Place (5/7)

Summary: You go on your usual walk with your dog only to bump into someone special.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~1700

Warnings: One cuss word. A little bit of angst I guess? But there’s still some cuteness in there too :)

A/N: Yay! I finally got my crap together and wrote everything out, so now you know exactly how many parts are left! Since this series is almost over, if you’d like me to write some more stuff in the down time before I post another series (I have the first part mostly done), send me requests! And, if anyone reads this, how do people feel about the possibility of smut, whether in one-shots or in a series? I’m just nervous to post something with it in case it sucks. Please let me know!

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @lilasiannerd @feelmyroarrrr @barnesfuckedmeup @andhiseyesweregreen

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 When you went back to the Avengers tower to see Bucky, you were welcomed by the others, too. Once again, you had brought more cookies, since they were such a hit last time.

         “Everyone agrees that we’re hiring Y/N to make us cookies, right?” Sam asked as he shoveled three into his mouth.

         “Hey, I’m broke, I could use the money,” you admitted. “Glad you like them so much.”

         Bucky welcomed you with a hug, which you reciprocated immediately. You two were growing closer, and you were a bit scared of your feelings for Bucky – with who he was, it would be no normal relationship. But at the same time, wouldn’t it be? If you two wanted to be together, shouldn’t that be the only thing that mattered?

         But you shook your head, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. You didn’t need to think about that now. You turned to see Wanda look knowingly at you. You’d have to talk to her later, as she was getting to know you, too. The girls were much better confidants than any of the boys. The moment you’d tell Steve, you’d suddenly find yourself standing in front of Bucky with him knowing your feelings the next. The man couldn’t keep a secret when it came to things like that.

         You and Bucky went upstairs to his room, where you both sat down on his bed to talk. You noticed Bucky seemed a bit distant, and you decided to bring it up.

         “Hey, are you okay, Bucky?” you asked, placing a hand on his arm.

         He sighed, and looked to you. “We got called in for a mission, in South America. I’ll be honest with you – I tried to get out of going, tried to offer up replacements instead of me to go so I could spend time with you, but Fury wouldn’t have it. They… they need me. At least Steve does.”

         Your face paled a little, but you couldn’t be shocked – this was their job, after all.

         “When do you leave?” you asked.

         “Saturday morning,” Bucky answered. “If all goes well, we should be back by Wednesday.”

         You took in a deep breath, and let it out, nodding. “Well, bring me back a souvenir.”

         Bucky smiled, but it was forced. “I don’t want to leave, doll. I’d much rather stay here and run with Lola and learn more about you. But I have to go.”

         “I know. You have to go be a super soldier,” you said, nudging him lightly.

         “Mr. Barnes, Y/N, your presence is requested in the living room,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang out.

         “Who wants us?” Bucky asked.

         “Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers, sir.”

         “All right, if it’s not just Tony,” Bucky grumbled, standing up. He helped you up, wrapping your arm in his right one, leading you downstairs to the living room.

         You separated before you got there, not wanting to look too conspicuous. Wanda winked at you, and you tried to hold back your smile.

         “Oh, hey, Y/N. I have a quick question,” Tony said, turning to you.

         “I’m not going to like this, am I?” you asked hesitantly, looking at Steve. He shrugged.

         “I’d maybe give it a listen,” he said.

         “We all know I always speak pure amazingness, so yes, you should listen. As Manchurian candidate probably already told you while you two were canoodling, we’re all off on a mission. That would leave the tower empty, and I hate for it to be lonely,” Tony said. “That’s where you come in. You’d stay here while we’re gone. You don’t even have to do anything – just sleep here, maybe enjoy some of the thousand amenities we have. And your pooch can stay here too, if you keep her off the couches. And we’ll pay you for the extra gas money it takes to commute, and just for what you’re doing.”

         “You’d pay me to house-sit?” you asked. “Except it’s not even house-sitting – the damn thing can take care of itself with all of the technology you guys have here. Why do you need me?”

         “Come on, Y/N,” Steve spoke up. “It’s just you staying here for less than a week. You come here so often anyway. Our guest wing is very comfortable.”

         “‘Guest wing?’” you repeated, your voice a few octaves higher.

         “Okay, another reason for you to stay,” Sam interjected. “It sucks to return home to an empty house. It’d be nice to have someone here to come home to. Maybe with some baked treats if she feels so inclined.”

         You rolled your eyes, but Sam’s idiotic comment did tug at your heartstrings a little.

         “Yeah, you get to welcome your soldier home,” Tony joked. You blushed, tossing a glance to Bucky, who was trying to hide a smile.

         “I don’t know,” you sighed. You looked around at all of the people looking at you, all of them seemingly wanting you to do this. They were all basically giving you the ASCPA look, way stronger than any standard puppy dog eyes. Your resolve crumbled when you saw Bucky, a soft smile on his face formed as you looked at him, and you noticed the faint rims of tiredness around his eyes.

         “Okay,” you muttered, barely even audible. “I’ll do it.”

         “You’re the best, dear!” Tony exclaimed, and pulled you into a sudden hug. Steve followed next, and eventually you were passed on from Avenger to Avenger until you reached your favorite, Bucky. His hug was obviously the best.

         Friday night, you drove back to the tower with your duffel bag filled with all of the stuff you needed, as well as Lola in the backseat.  You were settling in the night before, so you didn’t have to worry about unpacking while saying goodbye at the same time. Bucky came out to help you with your bags, and he surprised you by bringing you up to his room, not the guest wing.

         “You can sleep here,” he said. “My bed is way more comfortable than the guest wing’s.”

         Slowly, you nodded. You were only a few months into knowing him, and here you were moving in, even if it was just for a few days.

         You went into the bathroom, changing into a pair of pajamas. When you came out, Bucky surprised you by being in a chair pulled up beside the bed, his ankles crossed on it as he leaned back.

         “What are you doing?” you asked him.

         “Sleeping,” he replied. “I’m not going to make you sleep in the chair, doll.”

         You rolled your eyes at him. “Well, I’m not going to either. You can sleep in the bed, Bucky.”

         “Doll, I don’t want to have you—“

         You crossed your arm, raising an eyebrow at him. He did the same, and there was a ghost of a smile on his face.

         “You can’t win this, Y/N,” Bucky told you, his eyes glaring playfully into yours.

         Sighing, you shrugged, grabbing one of the pillows. “I guess I’ll just sleep on the floor. I mean, if you’re not going to take the bed, I’m not going to either.”

         He sighed. “Doll—”

         “You can’t win this, Bucky,” you repeated his words back. He rolled his eyes.

         “So what, you want the chair?” he asked you.

         “No, obviously not. I was thinking we could share the bed since we’re both so stubborn – it’s certainly big enough. I-I mean, if you’re comfortable with it.”

         Bucky’s eyes widened for a moment before he cleared his throat. “Only if you’re comfortable with it, too.”

         “I obviously am if I offered to share it with you, dummy. Now hurry up and get settled.”

         Bucky smiled, and stood up, pushing the chair back to his desk, lifting up the covers to climb in on the other side of the bed. You scooted in next to him, keeping a respectable distance between you as you flipped off the light. But the room was a bit cold, and you could feel the warmth of his skin radiating underneath the covers and next to you, and you wanted nothing more than to snuggle up against him.

         He broke the silence first. “Do you mind if I—”

         Knowing what he wanted, and smiling at the fact he wanted to as well, you both moved closer together, you resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, drawing you closer. He pressed a featherlight kiss on the top of your head.

         “Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

         The morning came way too early, and you ignored Bucky’s suggestions of just going back to sleep, as you wanted to say goodbye to everyone. Especially him. You had gone and gotten feelings for an Avenger, and you knew it was going to be difficult, even if you never told him.

         After getting dressed, you sat back down on the bed, watching Bucky pack his things. He started putting on all of his tactical gear, and you shook your head in disbelief as you watched him.

         “How do you deal with that many buckles?” you asked.

         He laughed and shrugged in response. Once he was packed, he stepped up to you. “Listen, Y/N, I… I wanted you to have this.” Bucky pulled out a small band from a pocket in his vest. Grabbing your hand gently, he dropped it into your palm. You turned it over, examining it. “It’s a communication device. It taps into mine, and mine only, so we can talk without the others hearing in. I promise I’ll contact you at least once a day, no matter what.”

         You smiled, relieved at the thought of being able to contact Bucky while he was away. This would certainly ease your mind a little, being able to ask him how everyone was doing, or how the mission was progressing.

         “Thank you,” you muttered, clipping the band around your wrist. You reached up, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “Please stay safe, okay? You’re the only one Lola loves the most besides me.”

         Bucky laughed as he wrapped his arms around you as well, squeezing you lightly. You wanted nothing more than to just stay here forever, to keep him safe here. To stay with him. “I won’t leave my favorite girl,” he responded.    

         You rolled your eyes, being glad he couldn’t see your sarcastic response at him saying Lola would be who he would miss the most. But Bucky reluctantly pulled away with a sigh, and kissed the top of your forehead. “I’ll talk to you later, doll. We’ll be back before you know it.”

         You somehow knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

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First part done! Enjoy guys!