god these all look awful


There’s really no easy way to lose fat in a few weeks. You could lose body weight in a few weeks, you could lose water or maybe burn through some muscle. But if you wanna lose fat it will take you about four or five months. And that’s just cutting out the crap. No alcohol, no sugar, no salt. (x)


Show me
Who I am and who I could be
Initiate the heart within me
‘til it opens properly (x)

(requested by @darling-magnus​)


Remade some old gifs to celebrate Tumblr increasing the gif size limit from 2MB to 3 :’)

faramirlover  asked:

Cherik and no. 12?

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

Charles was a wreck. Buried under blankets and fast asleep, his bed was covered in used up tissues. The top of his forehead peeked out from under the covers and his nose looked red. He was wearing that ratty old Oxford t shirt of his and sprawled on his chest was a copy of Utopia. Charles’ abysmal taste in literature shouldn’t have been so endearing. It absolutely was.

Erik sat down in the chair next to Charles’ bed and reached for his hand. It felt warm and feverish. His pulse was unsteady, worryingly so. Erik traced the lines of his hand and reassured himself that nothing was going to take Charles away from him. Not after everything. He held his hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm.

“I won’t lose you, not like this. Get up, you stubborn old fool.”

Some one knocked hesitantly and Erik turned around. Beast was standing in the doorway and he looked very uncomfortable. His eyes shifted to their hands. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever this is.”

He didn’t sound sorry at all and Erik didn’t give a damn. He glared at him.

“You should have called me sooner.”

“I wouldn’t have called you at all if it were up to me. Charles asked for you.”

Erik smirked.

“That’s because I’m wanted here. Unlike you.”

Beast scowled.

“He’s been like this for a week, if you’re not going to help then get out.”

Erik laid one last kiss on Charles’ hand knowing full well how uncomfortable it made Beast. Good.

“I’ll be back in a moment, dear. Don’t get into any more trouble while I’m gone.”

When Charles woke up his room was filled with daisies. Metal daisies. The ones to his left looked suspiciously like his staircase bannisters. They were beautiful and delicate. They seemed to burst with life and joy. Hope.

Charles smiled. After all these years, Erik never ceased to surprise him.  

The door to his room opened and Erik entered carrying a metal tray filled with food. He froze when he realized that Charles was awake. He had been caught doing something thoughtful and now he’d never live it down.

As if to undermine the sweetness of the gesture, he closed the door behind him forcefully to shut out any impertinent people disturbing Charles’ rest. The fact that he was disturbing Charles’ rest didn’t seem to bother him at all.

“Here. Eat.” he placed the metal tray down on the bed and upon closer observation it was a bit of everything. Pumpernickel bread and warm butter. Apple slices. Earl grey tea. Best of all, was the soup. Good lord, it was heavenly. Hearty, warmth and soothing. It seeped into all the crevices of his soul. Charles was going to marry Erik and then divorce him for the soup.

His throat was swollen and he could barely speak but luckily he had other ways of communicating.

where did you get this?

Erik looked anywhere but at Charles.

“It’s my mother’s recipe actually. Rosoe. She used to make it for me.”

Just when he thought he couldn’t adore him any more he’d go and do something like this.

Charles sent him a wave of gratitude and understanding mixed with the ever present fondness that belonged solely to Erik.  

Erik smiled in that uncertain way of his. He still didn’t trust happiness, not even after all this time.

Well that just wouldn’t do at all.  

come here

He put on his best come hither face. It may have been more effective if he hadn’t sneezed.

Erik laughed, which is all he really wanted in the first place. The man had such a dear laugh.

“Insatiable as ever.” 

sit with me

Erik eventually gave in. Charles looked unbearably smug about it. It was a good look on him. No one had the right to look that good when they were ill, it was unbelievable. Unbearable and unbelievable. Just like everything else about him. He couldn’t wait to kiss the smugness off him. A hundred times. A thousand.

Erik cleared a path for himself amidst the pile of tissues, cough drops and scattered books. Took his rightful place on the left side of the bed. He belonged here.

The irritating smile had turned into something gentle and content. Charles knew it too.

If Erik held onto his hand more tightly than usual neither of them mentioned it.

The thing is he could really lay claim to anything. Not to Charles or his bed. Not to any part of him. Not so long as he was Magneto. Charles welcomed him into his home but he could never stay. Never tell him the words that had been burning up in his chest since 1964. 

So they lived like this. No man’s land.

“We can’t keep doing this you know. Sneaking around.”

Charles hummed thoughtfully and sipped his tea.

“I can’t climb up your balcony anymore, I have arthritis. Someone is bound to notice one of these days.”

darling, you have many fine qualities but subtlety is not among them.

Erik sat up abruptly.

“They kn-”


“All of them?”

every last one. especially after this morning.  

Erik glared in a valiant attempt to conceal his anxiety.

“You were supposed to be asleep.”

taking advantage of me in my weakened state? how thrilling

“You are hardly an invalid and it was merely a kiss. On your hand, need I remind you.”

yes, very gallant and very chaste. very disappointing. next time you should kiss me on my-


Charles smiled at him and it was the sun coming up in the morning. It was beautiful. It was the most obnoxious thing he had ever seen in his life. Erik kissed him.

you’ll get sick 

“Kiss me back this instant or I swear to god I’ll steal all your cough syrup.”

Charles obliged. Quickly and with enthusiasm.

For the sake of the cough syrup.

Having thoroughly conquered that smug smile, Erik pulled back with a smug smile of his own. Charles looked dazed and delighted. His best look yet. There was another look Erik was partial to but he’d wait until the fever had passed.

He held Charles tightly against his chest. In sickness and in health and all that. Erik really wouldn’t know he had never bothered with that sort of thing. Perhaps he should.

“I think I like you like this.” 

don’t be disgusting, i’m a mess

“You.” He punctuated the word with a kiss.“are the most beautiful goddamn person I have ever seen. You are the best person I have ever met. I don’t give a damn about your cold, you absolute idiot.”


“Yes, oh.”

that was -

Erik shifted uncomfortably. There was a reason he prefered not to express himself. Ever.

“That was something.”

Charles beamed.

Yes. Yes, you certainly are something.

The intimacy of the moment was almost intolerable. He had to act quickly before he did something foolish. Run. Move to Barcelona. Propose.

“Right well. Is there anything else you need?”

Charles held onto him tighter as if he knew what he was thinking. 

He probably did.


Like he could do anything else.

will you demons stop fucking mocking men for the way they look

“Popee sure can be demanding…”

(Again with Tumblr mobile just deciding not to post something on the first try I stg get your shit together)

For @popeeandthewolfzurkus because it’s based on some convos that happened there (seriously go check out that blog it’s great)

@theheartbre4kkid Here is the finished piece!


We Were Gods Once, a fanmix based on the fanfic “In the End, We’re All Stories… But Some of Us Are No Longer Told”, by WalkingCatastrophe // Listen

You know, Vegas, all you had to do was rescue some seriously underrated players from the AHL and you would have made some new fans for life...

Originally posted by backiesand8

Originally posted by dylanstrome

Originally posted by craigsmiths

But what did you do?! Steal Fleury from the Pens instead. That’s no way to make friends, you fools

anonymous asked:

What questionable fashion choices have the boys made?

2p France: He, for some odd reason, wore chokers a lot. Like all the time. It was weird and then he eventually didn’t like them anymore and stopped.

2p England: Bruh, he went through a punk rock phase. Complete with black leather bracelets with spikes and all that good shit.

2p America: He really liked wearing sweat pants all the time. Like he tried to go to a fancy dinner in sweats but Mathieu was like “Oh no. No no no no no.” And pushed him back into the room.

2p Canada: For a period of time he had his hair cut short. Looked god awful Hot too! But he didn’t like all the attention he was getting for looking hot and grew his hair back out.(Pfffff he still gets attention.)

2p China: Wearing black fingerless gloves with any and all clothing.

2p Russia: He put black eyeliner under his eyes. Like, just enough to make it noticeable but also question if he really wearing eyeliner.

2p Italy: High heel boots.

2p Germany: Since he doesn’t keep his hair slicked back he used to have it tied up in a little tail on top of his head and a hair band. It was cute but also kinda weird.

2p Japan: He cosplays all the time. So his clothing is always questionable. But most questionable would have to be when he dresses as a female anime character with wig, skirt, make up in all.

2p Romano: Believe it or not he did wear crocks often once.

2p Prussia: Too.many. big.sweaters.

2p Spain:He had a real bad habit of wearing shirt with the sleeves cut off or even ripped off.


(A/N): I’m so sorry anon, I hope you start to feel better soon :( 

 Request: Hey… it’s the seizure anon from a while ago. I just had a grand mal seizure, I happened to be sitting and I fell off my chair and banged up my self pretty bad during the convulsions I’m in the hospital but I can’t speak at the moment, it should come back soon and I’ll be okay. I was wondering if you could write something where the avengers cheer me up or something that would be great thank you

 Warnings: hospital rooms 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah

You may want to read the original one but you don’t have to :)

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

   You had been feeling light headed all day and yet you had dismissed it, and that was the worst decision you could have made. 

   You were cramming to get paper work done, files from past missions, on new enemies, new weapons, on all sorts of things. You had two full stacks of said paperwork to get through and you sure as hell weren’t going to stop because you were feeling light headed. Others worked around you, leisurely working while you worked briskly, hurriedly, as you tried to finish your paperwork before you got home and- and- did your paper seem to be coming in and out of focus? You squinted to try and see if they were but it was no use, now you couldn’t even see the papers- in fact, you didn’t even know if you had paper to begin with. Everything was starting to become hazy, your mind was dulling all the while the fuzzy sight was getting worse and your headache getting stronger. 

   You reach up to grip your head in an attempt to get the pain to stop but it didn’t feel right- as though your fingers weren’t even really there and that’s when it hits you- the feeling of hitting something against your head before you black out completely. 

    There was a soft beeping surrounding you, the steady noise was accompanied by soft whispers, from many voices which you knew- or know. 

   What had happened? You’d been at work one minute and now suddenly you were- hell, you didn’t even know where you were. You shift a bit, only to find that your body was pressed right up against another, a warm, broad body to be more specific. 

    “(Y/N),” The voice whispers, so painfully familiar to your ears. “(Y/N), are you okay?” You go to answer but when you open your mouth not a single sound comes out, not even a little whisper. “The doc said you may not be able to talk for a bit,” There’s a warm hand on your face, just as warm as the body beside you. “It’s me doll, it’s Bucky-"  It was Bucky. Bucky was with you. You were fine. God- you had forgotten who he was, you had forgotten who Bucky fucking Barnes was.

   You sigh shakily, at least you could still breathe.  

   "We have a board for you to write on until you can talk again, somehow the rest of your nerves remained intact,” Now you didn’t know that voice, you had recognized Bucky’s but whoever this was- you had no clue. 

  Bucky must have sensed the wariness in your voice for he suddenly whispers to you,

    “That’s Nat, your best friend, besides me of course,” Bucky’s little comment made your spirits a bit brighter, and you’re sure an almost smile made its way to your lips. “Wanda’s here, so is Tony and Steve and Clint and Bruce, hell, even vision and t'challa showed,” what happened? Why were they all here? Where were you? Where- 

   "You hit your head pretty well when you fell,“ Wanda whispers, her voice now familiar. "And you’re in a hospital, being treated for injuries,” How long had you been here? How long had others been waiting on you to wake up? “You’ve been in here about 4 days. Like I said, you hit pretty hard," 

    "But we’re here for you,” Bucky whispers as he presses a soft kiss to the space between your eyes. “And we’re not gonna leave until you feel better.” God- you couldn’t even argue any about any of this, about all this fussing. You were fine, really (not really but you sure as hell didn’t need so man people worrying about you).

    You sigh shakily as you turn your head, burying your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. Bucky’s arm pulls you closer to him, to the point your nearly sitting on his lap but after just waking up to find out that you couldn’t speak you honestly didn’t give a damn right now. 

   "Tony bought you an entire flower shop,“ Bucky whispers. "When you wanna open your eyes you can look around at all the god awful smelling flowers he brought you. Steve brought some of those stupid reality shows you like to watch when you’re feeling down-” Bucky presses a gentle kiss to your ear, slowly but surely beginning to melt you (you always had been a sucker for kisses). “And don’t tell anyone but Wanda snuck in some soup for you,” You smile softly, but it still felt a little strange and yet it still felt natural at once. And while it was unnatural to be laying in a hospital bed, socializing with your best friends was natural. Everything felt weird but natural at once, making your head ache in pain. 

   "But for now,“ Bucky’s tone is much softer than before. "You need to get some rest, doctors orders,” His lips are once again a your forehead, gently soothing your every nerve. “Don’t worry doll,” He whispers, only loud enough for you to hear. “I’m not gonna leave your side, you’re safe with me,” and with Bucky’s words glued In your mind you drift to sleep, the soft voices of your friends creating a soft soundtrack to your dreams.