got asked!!

anonymous asked:

rainbow patch anon again! i had multiple comments of "i like your hoodie!" and a couple people asked for pictures yesterday. i'm normally super shy but that helped boost my confidence a bit. so indirectly, you helped me a lot. <3

AAAAAAAAAA THATS SO SWEET AND WONDERFUL!!! i am so happy to hear that!!!! :’)c

anonymous asked:

"We write notes to each other on the desk we share at different times and I never knew who I was talking to until I saw you stay behind after class to write on it and holy shit yoU’RE HOT" for zutara pls???

hi so sorry for taking so long with this prompt (it’s super cute by the way, thank you for sending it!!)


Zuko rolls his eyes at his notebook, though he continues to take down the notes. Some of the decisions the leaders of the past made were idiotic, but whatever. He’s got a final to study for, he can’t be bothered to mull over why dead men did what they did. He shifts his notebook to reach the edge of the page - and his eye is caught by the writing in the corner.

Graffiti on the desks has long been a popular tradition at this university, but Zuko has never bothered to pay attention to it. However, he’s intrigued by the blue ink etched into the desk. He moves his notebook aside to read it.

“May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you.”

He doesn’t know what compels him to grab his pen and press it into the wood under the phrase. Maybe it’s the gentleness of the words; it’s a terribly tender thing to wish a total stranger, but it speaks to that part of him, the part that’s been wounded and scarred. 

“May the sun light the darkest parts of you.”

Zuko stares at the words, etched into the wood with red ink, fresh and glistening. He suddenly feels stupid - he doesn’t even know who wrote that, what is he thinking? Scowling, he caps his pen and flips his notebook shut, stuffing it into his bag when the professor dismisses the class. He leaves the room and he doesn’t look back.


When he returns to the desk two days later, he finds a fresh message in blue ink under the one he’d left in red.

“May the moon cradle you in your loneliest hours.”

His heart stumbles in his chest. Zuko glances around the room surreptitiously, but he doesn’t find anyone else looking his way. So the poet isn’t in this class. 

Zuko looks back at the writing. He digs his phone out and takes a picture, feeling overcome with the need to preserve this conversation, to keep it on record somewhere, because this is the strangest and yet the most romantic and gentle conversation he’s ever had in his life. 

The tip of his pen touches the wood, but he hesitates. He’s never been good with words - that he came up with that first line at all is a mini miracle. But he doesn’t want this to end just yet. 

“May the stars provide you company on your restless nights.”

He stares at the words, and then he presses his hand to his face. What is he even doing? 

Though he supposes Uncle would be proud of him for venturing out on something so romantic and exciting.

Zuko flops back in his chair. He’s been spending too much time with the old man. 

Still, he peeks at the phrases again, wondering what he’ll get in response.


For Zuko, two weeks is a spectacular amount of time for something to be drawn out. He has little to no patience, and as fun as this game’s been, he can’t take the mystery anymore.

He needs to know before he explodes.

So he waits.

He waits through three periods, and just when he’s about to give up on discovering who this person is, he peeks through the door one more time.

His heart slams against his ribs.

There’s a girl sitting at his desk. She’s holding a distinctly blue pen in her hand, one she’s digging carefully into the surface of the desk - right below his last message. 

She lifts a hand to bat away the thick curtain of hair that’s fallen over her shoulder, and Zuko’s heart flings itself forward once more.

She is beautiful.

He takes in the rich, warm brown tones of her skin - flawless, not a mark or spot in sight. Her nose is pert and slender, her mouth is full and tilted upwards at the corners as she writes. And when she lifts her head, he learns that her eyes are the brightest shade of blue he has ever seen. 

For a moment, Zuko is breathless. And then his feet carry him forward, and he stops before the desk, standing awkwardly for several seconds.

“It’s you,” He finally blurts, and promptly turns a violent shade of red.

The girl lifts her head, eyes widening in shock, and then - and then an obvious happiness sweeps across her face.

She stands quickly and asks excitedly, “Are you my poet?”

He can only stare for a moment. No one has ever claimed him as theirs, especially in such a forward way. 

Zuko blinks himself back to life and nods. “Yeah, I guess so,” He answers, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“I’ve been wondering when I would get to meet you!” The excitement in her voice is contagious, and it begins to spread through him like sunlight. “My name is Katara.”

Katara. What a wonderful name.

Clearing his throat, Zuko offers his hand. “Zuko. I’ve - I’ve been thinking about you too.” And before he can really chicken out, he adds, “Um, can I take you to lunch? My Uncle owns a great little tea shop.”

Katara grins. “I would love that!” She crouches down and grabs her bag, then moves to stand beside Zuko. “I was planning on going to the Jasmine Dragon today, I know it’s really popular, but everything there is just so great.”

Zuko ducks his head, grinning at his feet. “Yeah, that’s my Uncle’s shop. I think I can get you in.”

Katara gasps, and Zuko leads her to the door, holding it open with a bigger grin. He glances back at the desk as she walks past him, feeling absurdly grateful for that rickety old piece of wood.


(the first quote is not mine, the rest are)

anonymous asked:

I think Harry would really be into tying you up with his belts. Whether its around your neck, around your wrists, or your thighs. Maybe all three?? Its probably make him so hard seeing the expensive leather dig into your skin. And you'd both have amazing orgasms during those sessions.

Having you bound and gagged is his favorite way to take you because he loves the way the leather pulls around your soft skin and the deep marks it leaves. At first, he just used his everyday belts to tie you up, but after one too many times of being consumed of memories from last night and getting impossibly hard in public he purchased a special set of expensive leather to use on those special nights. 

And with the special leathers also came expensive creams and ointments because not only does he love leaving deep marks in your skin, he loves tending to them afterward (and that may just be his favorite part). 

After an intense night of licking, sucking, and fucking, Harry’s domineering facade melts away as he cares for you. With the unbuckling of each belt, a soft kiss replaces it. His slightly calloused fingers slick with lotion caress and love your tender skin. 

“Not too rough with yeh, was I?” he asks in a low, soft voice completely opposite of the one that growled orders and praise your way all night. 

“Never,” you coo, leaning your head back against his shoulder and savoring the feeling of being in his arms. 

“Yeh sure about that? You were awfully loud, love,” he teases while placing a soft kiss behind your ear. His fingers begin to trail down your belly as he reacquaints himself with the heat of your core. 

“Si-sign of a good time,” you stammer as his fingers dip inside of you. 

“S’tha’ right?” he muses, hushing you with a kiss to your throat as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of your slick folds in search of his true favorite part of the night–your final orgasm. The one wracks through your whole body, that pulses through the aching welts on your skin, that brings you–exhausted and completely overstimulated–to tears that he’s quick to kiss away.

“Think that’s the real sign of a good time, love,” he whispers before licking up another one of your salty tears.

anonymous asked:

so I was scrolling through your fic tag and stumbled upon the one where dean and cas watched Hercules with sam and they finally confessed to each other because of it. The parallels!!!!

Right? That’s one of my faves! Ah, I need to make a miniature meta-ish post now :P 

Hercules, the Hero: Zeus & Hera’s son, who is born as a God until Hades’ minions feed him the potion that strips him of his divinity. Adopted by mortal parents, Hercules is lost and doesn’t know where he belongs.

 Searching for answers, he does everything he possibly can to redeem himself as a God in the eyes of his father, Zeus. 

Originally posted by idlestrology

Megara, the Damsel in Distress: human, has trust issues because of previous unsuccessful relationships, and is found to have sold her soul to Hades to save an unfaithful lover. Hades then manipulates her in order to defeat Hercules. She’s also the anti-Damsel who refuses Hercules’ help when he first comes to rescue her from a Cyclops. 

Originally posted by feministingforchange

Meg falls in love with him, yet is adamant on keeping her feelings to herself.

The gist…

Hercules becomes a celebrity after slaying many monsters, but Zeus tells him it isn’t enough to restore his Godhood. He confides in Meg.

On the night of Hades’ World Domination, Hades makes Hercules a deal: give up his powers for 24 hours. He accepts on the condition that Meg stays safe. He is heartbroken when Hades reveals that Meg was his tool the entire time.

The Titans are unleashed, and during this Hades Apocalypse, Meg – consumed by guilt (and of course, her love for Hercules) – is critically injured when she saves him from a falling pillar. This breaks Hades’ agreement on Meg being unharmed, and Hercules gets his powers back. 

^Dean will say this in S13 #myS13wishlist

He frees the gods and saves Zeus, but Meg dies before he’s able to return to her. 

Wikipedia continuation: With Meg’s soul now Hades’ property, Hercules breaks into the Underworld where he negotiates with Hades to free Meg from the Styx River in exchange for his own life. His willingness to sacrifice his life restores his godhood and immortality before the life-draining river can kill him; he rescues Meg and punches Hades into the Styx, where souls flush him under. After reviving Meg, she and Hercules are summoned to Olympus, where Zeus and Hera welcome their son home. However, Hercules chooses to remain on Earth with Meg, in merit of immortality.

I mean, the clear parallels/reverse parallels and romance tropes Smack-Dabb you in the face here!

Who has been mocked and criticized for Falling from Grace – for falling in love with ‘Humanity’

Who has endured years of soul-searching: unsure of his true place both on Earth and in Heaven?

Who, after seasons and seasons of phenomenal character build-up, is destined to make the same choice Hercules did

Who will “sacrifice” or shed his divinity for the one human he has always prioritized over everything else? The one human he loves the most?

Originally posted by marau-ded


Who used to desperately initiate demon deals, selling their soul? 

Who experienced past toxic mental and emotional struggles of the self and dealt with their own trust issues?

Who was manipulated by Evil forces, then ‘saved’ by the one they love?

Who doesn’t say he’s in love, but shows it instead (and is more than ready to use his words this time, now that he tore down all his internal walls)? 

Who does Meg – Hercules’ Resilient Human Lover – symbolize quite accurately?

I’m a complete sucker for Disney Love Story Parallels because Destiel is also narratively written as a romance, and it still blows my mind that you can match them to nearly every famous love story/romance trope out there! 

So, I expect S13 to be the season where all of these romantic storytelling elements grow more and more obvious to casual viewers as we enter the Endgame Destiel homestretch (12x19 onwards). The cake is baked. We’re just waiting for the icing to dry until the glittery finishing touches are added.

Originally posted by fuliajulia

anonymous asked:

what do you have to say about the ones calling buckynat "toxic" bc of the place they fell in love? antis can't get enough and now the ultimate argument is that they coudn't fall in love with all the mental stuff they suffered in the red room

things that are toxic about the red room:

  • the lack of autonomy both natasha and bucky experienced
  • using people as weapons of the state
  • subjecting people to brainwashing/conditioning
  • literal murder

things that are not toxic but that just so happen to take place in a toxic environment:

  • bucky and nat chosing to have an affair whilst having the full knowledge that they’ll be punished if they were ever found out
  • bucky and nat making one of the very few choices they could actually make about their lives at the time
  • buckys mental conditioning starting to crumble during the time he was with nat bc she treated him like an actual human and not
  • bucky thinking that nat was ‘the one good thing in all of it’ bc she literally was

like at the end of the day the antis aren’t gonna stop spouting their bullshit and blocking people and ignoring them is the best course of action.

anonymous asked:

So you have any correspondences for cherry pits? Because I can't find any but have a ton from the pie I'm making

oh my sounds like you’ll have a lot. 

hmm, well you could draw from the cherry pit’s being poisonous and use them for curses, or you could use them for general love spells.

or….. you could grow some more cherry trees

A word.

So I’ve never really sat down and had a serious post on this blog save for SaveBendy nonsense. So I suppose I can do it now. 

Firstly, I want to say thank you to every single person who’s been following and supporting this blog. Thank you to all the kind people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting since I’ve made this blog. To the mutuals who are all dorks, which is great and I love every one of you nerds, thanks. 

It’s hard to really get across the stress of dealing with the harsh nature of people in fandoms, it’s happened to me countless times in previous fandoms, pushing me out and forcing me to just not want to partake in any of it. And save for some rude folk here or there, this fandom has been extremely welcoming. 

It’s nice to be able to enjoy something again, to be able to make things without worrying again. The feeling is similar to a weight being lifted off your chest. 

I enjoy making things again, which was a very rare feeling for me in previous fandoms. I’m expanding as an artist and have been able to try new things as times goes on. 

So really, tons of good as come from this blog. Even if I do stress myself out sometimes trying to think of good ways to answer asks. 

I sorta forget where I was going for with this post, so I guess I’ll just end it here.

Thanks again and I hope to stay in the fandom for a long time, enjoying every bit of it along the way. 

Originally posted by nyanpasuminasan

((ASK BOX CLOSED hoo wee u guys send asks fast holy shit man. i got a lot of good questions so bless yall! there were some that ive already answered so be sure to check the archive of the blog if u have a question! BUT i did get some asks i was about to send myself if no one asked so THANKKK YOUU!!))

chibisailorjupiter  asked:

New to your blog. Are ouroboros your cos? if so is there a character info sheet?

hello !! welcome to my blog !!

yep ouroboros is my oc though! :’) they don’t have an official sheet (which i should really get to making considering they’ve been around for like… seven years now OTL) but you can read a bit about them under the cut!

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rubbertapping  asked:

if you're still doing these, top 5 favourite specific liminal spaces. as in, specific locations. yknow.

okay Im gonna be like super specific about this

  • Mercure subway station in Roubaix, Lille. Im rather familiar to it and it always sounds like an industrial factory
  • Charles de Gaulle airport, the feeling of isolation is strong there and so is my Edge
  • Nội Bài airport, same reasons
  • that one thrift shop in Wazemmes that I cant find again. they sell rly nice wooden bowls and some spectacular wastebaskets
  • the bus stop near the middle school I went to on Giảng Võ street. I have so many memories with it its weird. I once read a percy jackson book from beginning to end at that bus stop

When you were supposed to write something short and sweet and it gets away from you and totally grows into an AU and you sit there, sweating, because oh fuck I’ve done it again and I’d bet all my money that people are gonna want more because I MYSELF want more, and I have so many projects already oh my god someone S T O P M E-

anonymous asked:

su crit: *points a flaw* / You: wow you said your opinion, die

Wow body are you okay? i’ve never said that, where did you got that idea from?

I just don’t think some of them do the best arguments and due to personal experiences i know some can be harsh, but I always say that after all is whatever fruits their loops.

I’ve meet a few that are pretty ok, i just don’t feel comfortable with their interactions because I am tired of all of this discourse, thats all!

anonymous asked:

Mom which character do you relate the most, besides takumi??

surprisingly i don’t relate all that much to takumi, i got very concerned when i notice that most people who reblogs this meme usually tags it as ‘me’ and ‘relatable’, i understand how much y’all must struggle and all i can do is give you my moral support and assurance that everything’s going to be alright, it gets better in time i promise you that, i promise that one day you’ll look back and realize you’re in a much happier place. so hang in there, my jellybeans!

as for the character i relate to the most in fates is probably, … subaki, because, uh,


wakan-nai  asked:

yoo 36 for the writing prompt thing, tsukkiyama?

Thank you for sending one! I hope you enjoy!


“I’m so in love with you.”

Kei realizes something important on a Tuesday night. He realizes it in the quiet of his room, as he sits at his desk, staring into space, headphones blaring a rhythmic tune.

His thoughts are swimming, churning, mixing. The only sense of his reality are his fingers curling on his arm, fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater.

His heart accelerates, and he takes off his headphones. 

It’s that… that stupid smile. The smudge of cake frosting, worn on a pink lip. Kei was careless, had reached forward to flick it off. His insides curdled.

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anonymous asked:

Heeey, so I'm new to the fandom and I have all these feels..I just want to say I love your blog and yeah I'm completely outlander trash ATM (slowly watching the show with the bf, he's very slow at watching TV) but I'm flying through the books ^^

hi nonnie! welcome to the fandom! i’m so glad you like my blog 🤗 the feels only get worse from here (i’ve watched everything several times but instead of being less affected i just cry more) also, it’s been almost a year and i’m still complete outlander trash, so welcome to the party my friend.