guys this is a lot of tags

Happy WEEK SIX of Hannah’s Sunday Reading List! I have the biggest list thus far for you guys this week - 20 fics are on it!! I’m going to have to use a cut for this one, hahaha. I’m calling this my ‘hunting week’ because I searched around a lot for these fics - please, writers make my life a little easier and tag me in your stories please!! If you care for my sanity, that is.

Here’s what I’ve been reading this week:

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As requested, here’s the gif from Twitter that was made for Matty’s story, The Predator. ^^ 

There are also other fanarts that I will post next week. Here are the previous edits.

anonymous asked:

I just read a lot of the correspondence, which you posted under the tag “call boy fic”. You emphasize often, that you want to surprise your readers that the bad guys aren’t the bad guys and the good guys aren’t the good guys. So the reason for most of the not so positive feedback, might be that “fanfiction” sets specific expectations: give a character a name and we’ll know, if the character is good or bad. So it’s not the best place to explore gray characters,

at least if you don’t want to unsettle readers or only use characters who are expected to be gray. And as far as I explored the Stucky fandom, we like to take a break from realism and sort the MCU characters neatly in good or bad. Maybe a warning: like “Characters only look like their names suggest, but some are written sometimes on purpose out of character.” might help or posting it as a work of it’s own and not as fanfiction, though it might be more difficult to find readers for that.


Steve and Bucky are not black and white, 100% good or 100% bad. In fact, they’re definitely morally gray characters even in canon (same with Nat, Tony and Sam esp in comics). Both MCU and comic. 

Your opinion is noted. But I’m not going to do a thing differently, whatsoever. Fanfiction is what the producers of fanfiction make of it. Unless I’m being paid for my services, I’m going to write how I want to write, not how someone expects me to write. And I won’t change that about me for anyone.

And fanfic is the perfect place to explore gray characters and themes not accepted in main stream media. If you want to read where they’re 100% great guys with no internal conflict, go read the coffee shop AU’s–that’s what they’re there for. For the feel-goods. I am not for you because I like to explore them as wholly individualized human beings. I’m not adding a warning to what I write, and I’m not here to please anyone. Friends? Maybe. People I don’t know? No. If you  like it, great, we’ll probably end up friends then. If you don’t, move on. I’m not worth your time and I’m clearly not writing my free fanfic for you either.  


Not Letting Go - Part 2

So here’s part 2 of the Jason x Reader Soulmate series!
Sorry for the wait, my weekend was crazy! Also, it is super late but I just had to get this done today, so sorry if it’s not the best. Hope you guys like it! Part 3 will be on the way soon~

Tagging: @jadedhillon


Meeting Jason in your fire escape became a regular thing after that night, unconventional though it was. If you were honest with yourself, you were glad that your relationship hadn’t progressed any further than that yet. You liked Jason. A lot. Much more than you would care to admit. But you were still hesitant when it came to your relationship and wanted to take it slow. You had seen what falling in love had done to your mum and honestly you were scared. Jason seemed to understand though and never tried to rush you, even though it had been a couple of weeks since you had met.
At first he would only come once every few days. You would be sitting at your desk reading or sprawled out across your duvet listening to music when the knock on the window would come. Immediately your stomach would fill with butterflies and you’d find yourself grinning stupidly, heart pounding as you rushed to the window and yanked it open. The sight of him was like a balm, soothing your nerves and easing tension that you hadn’t even been aware of until it was gone. Jason’s expression would turn soft as soon as he caught sight of you, and he would offer you his hand to help you clamber out the window. More recently he had started to simply grab your waist and lift you out the window himself, laughing when you struggled and protested. You blushed every damn time, and you guessed that might just be the reason that he did it.

You had known Jason for almost three weeks before you invited him in. Even then it was more out of necessity than anything. It was a Wednesday evening, and it was pouring rain outside. The rain had never bothered you before, but since meeting Jason you had come to hate it. Rain meant no visit from your soulmate that night, and it had already been two days since you had seen him last. You missed him, and the intensity of the feeling frightened you. Already the thought that Jason might just not come back was intolerable, you didn’t want to think about what that might mean. So it was that you were laying on your stomach across your bed, head propped up in your hand while you read a book, when you heard the already familiar sound of Jason knocking on your window. You almost didn’t hear it over the torrential sound of rain against the roof overhead, but when you identified it you jumped up and raced to the window, fumbling with the latch and flinging it open. Instantly you were subject to the full force of the storm outside, rain splattering your face as you leaned out into the wind and squinted into the darkness. Jason stood just outside your window, soaking wet and grinning like an idiot. To say you were surprised was an understatement. His clothes clung to his skin, soaked through with rain, and his hair was stuck to his forehead in complete disaray. “Jason! What are you doing?” You had to yell over the sound of the wind, a mixture of horrified and amazed. “I just had to see you doll,” he admitted, having the dignity to look sheepish. “Uh, could I..” “Oh! Oh of course, come in!” You jolted back from the window, giving Jason room to clamber in and shut the window, soaking your carpet as he did so. “Sorry to drop in uninvited doll, I know you don’t like it,” he was rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes apologetic when he looked at you. You softened immediately, realising thag despite your previous inhibitions you were actually delighted that he was here. “Don’t worry about it.” You smiled at him warmly. “Just.. stay there while I grab you a towel. Like seriously, don’t move, you’ll get everything wet,” you warned, turning for the door. He replied with a mock solemn “Yes ma'am”.

When you returned carrying a stack of towels you found him in the exact same spot you had left him in. You tossed him one, only sorry that you didn’t have any spare clothes to offer. You made do with taking his jacket, shirt and shoes and putting them on the radiator to dry off. You tried not to stare at his chest while he changed and failed miserably. He chuckled when he caught you looking and you blushed bright red, resolutely looking at the floor as you took his clothing from him. “Thanks sweetheart,” He mused your hair fondly, and you protested, blushing even harder now. “Hey!” You grumbled, ducking out from under his hand and giggling, going to hang his clothes over the radiator. When you turned back he had a towel wrapped around his shoulders, concealing his torso but making it no easier for you to ignore the fact that Jason was standing in your room in only his jeans and if your mother walked in you were as good as dead. Of course that was only if you didn’t die of heart failure first because god he was beautiful. You had known he was well built, but you hadn’t even guessed at just how toned he was until now. It was making you feel insecure about your own body just looking at him. You bit your lip, suddenly unsure. Jason picked up on your change of mood and came over to you, cupping your cheek gently in one hand while the other arm encircled your waist, drawing you closer to him. “Hey, everything okay?” His eyes were gentle, captivating, and you found you couldn’t lie to him. You looked down, whispering, “You’re amazing Jay. And I’m.. well, me. You deserve better,” Saying the words out loud made you feel vulnerable. “Sweetheart, listen,” Jason’s voice was unexpectedly serious when he spoke. “I have done very bad things in my life. Hell, I still do. People like me probably don’t deserve a soulmate at all,” Despite yourself you felt a trill of fear go through your body at his words. But then his voice dropped lower, softened. “And then I get you. Doll, you are the most amazing, brilliant, gorgeous person I have ever met.” You looked up at him, stunned, and then Jason leaned in, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, gentle, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to anchor yourself. When he pulled back you were breathless, feeling like you were floating off the ground. His hands were on your hips steadying you, and he rested his forehead against yours, his proximity and the smell of leather and metal surrounded you and made you feel safe. “Jason,” you breathed, dazed, and he chuckled, hugging you close.

Somehow you ended up laying on your bed, tucked securely against Jason’s chest as you just cuddled and talked quietly. You had expected the dynamic between the two of you to change when he kissed you, but instead you just felt even more connected to him than you had before. It felt natural to be with him like this, and as much as your brain wanted you to freak out you just couldn’t. Instead you were just relaxed, happy. At some stage during the night you fell asleep like that, Jason’s fingers tangled in your hair as you snuggled into him, feeling content and whole for what may have been the first time in your life.

Uhm hello, guys, you probably know how much I love classic literature, I’m sure it’s conspicuous since I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut about it. I get so excited when I see graphics related to it, but they are so rare, it saddens me a lot. Classic literature deserves some love. So let’s show it some!

  •  From now on I’ll be tracking #classiclitedit, and you should do too, if you like classics.
  •  Whenever you post a classic lit graphic, please use this tag, as it will help you get more notes (I will definitely reblog it)
  •  It can be anything really, as long as it’s considered a classic.

These graphics will one of these days appear on a blog especially dedicated to them, I am still working on it but I will let you know when it’s ready, so hang in there. It’s totally happening!

Don’t forget to use the tag #classiclitedit and feel free to track it, if it strikes your fancy.

That’s all for now, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to drop me an ask/a message.

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-thank you for 300+ followers! i never had the opportunity to properly say thank you to you guys so this one is especially for you <3 i love you guys so much and every messages and tags that you put on my posts really warms my heart! stay awesome!

Lots of love, Nabby :)


Don’t let people discourage you from fanart because sometimes that’s really the way you get noticed!

I do a lot of fanart of wrestlers. Mostly WWE, but sometimes indy folks that pop up in my local scenes. One wrestler, a while back asked me to do a shirt design for him after I posted a silly little fanart of the ref quizzically looking at part of the guy’s gear. Another wrestler, just today, asked me to do a drawing of him and his tag partner after I did some fanart of him doing a double wristlock with a pair of other guys..


If you want to draw fanart, draw fanart! If you want to stick to your original stuff, stick to your original stuff!

Either way, enjoy what you do and put your best forward.

noctsgay  asked:

The tags on that Regis and Clarus gifset😢😭

Sorry!! My emotions were too strong. TOO STRONG. I love these guys. I mean it’s a stupid wish but I honestly hope there is DLC or something for Regis and his crew. Like the OGs of these stories.

I feel like Regis must have hated himself so much by the end. Like so fucking much. He would have blamed himself for a lot of what Noct goes through. As much as he wanted to spend time with Noct and be a really good father (in the most stereotypical way I guess), Regis had to be a king first and focus on the much bigger picture of future events; even if his son ended up resenting him a bit. He just had to pray Noctis would understand in the end and Noctis does.

But Regis probably died thinking that his son hated him a little bit and he probably blamed no one else, but himself. Like, how devastating is that?

I love Regis and the old guys they’re just so important. SOOO IMPORTANT.

 tagged by @deersovereign and @mintsugarjinjin ily guys :’)

Rules : you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag 10 people

1) Jaymes young - what is love?
2) Arcangel - Intros los favoritos
3) Zico - eureka 
4) Astro - innocent love
5) Pocahontas - Just around the riverbend 
6) BTS - awake
7) Ruelle - live like legends
8) BTS - introduction: youth
9) Sleeping at last - mercury
10) Astro - polaris

tagging: @mystic-astro-trash @liashinigami @holding-on-to-touken @puppycat-eyes @biahblue @knockinknk @bseokjin @arohawe @hoshimybabe @squishyprincejiminiex

anonymous asked:


you’re not dumb ahaha. i put next to no personal information on my blog (a lot of my writing is very personal but none of it contains anything that would let someone figure out anything about me), so it’s definitely understandable that most of my followers wouldn’t know that. also, it doesn’t help that a lot of my work is about my first love (under the tag #blue eyes) and he was also a guy, so the assumption that i was a straight girl would be a fairly logical one.

Thank you to everybody that’s taken part in this week!! I’ve had a lot of fun seeing all your work and everyone’s different interpretations of the prompts! I hope it’s been enjoyable for you guys as well, and if you have any feedback for me in terms of running this then please don’t hesitate to tell me!! It’s my first time doing this but I had a lot of fun and would like to do more things like this; I love organizing and running things!

I’ll still be tracking the tags #stzweek and #stz week after the end of this week, so if you want to post things late, that is completely fine! If I happened to miss anything so far, please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message to let me know! 

Also please check out my other shiratorizawa-related projects if you’re interested: @tendou-week,  @ushijima-week and @tendouzine !

Thank you again!!! c:

- Kat ( @tendouaf )


6 selfies of 2016! Tagged by @aishizaya @gubro @phenyx @altostrat 😽💖

I tag: @boinoir @narutx @yurameshi @kagoma @gavrial @enodio @eneru @mongreul @moonpurinsu @leichenfresser @tianxies @verkune @antihumans @ixthushiv @rarz-illa @bigbucky @aerigoth @cruciphix @blackphysicist @aobittybaby @bruvanature @cirqkeus @gghostling @krkaro @lnkubus @0rganist @mjcuro @noble-of-shadows @ro-ku @vinsu-moon @waricka @amunaet

Here is why Doyle’s death meant so much to me,

The man was never meant to lead, he even fainted at the sight of authority and guns, he was terrified of Locus to a degree. Yet, over the course of the trilogy we see him become assertive, we see him taking chances he knows are dangerous, we see him grow by leaps and bounds.

He isn’t like Kimball. His strength is different from hers. She is a flash flood, taking everything with her, her power coming in strong and fiercely after a sudden storm - no one able to stop her until she runs out. He is like a wild fire spreading through the forest, slowly at first, needing oxygen and fuel to grow - yet, if someone had put out his fire in the beginning he would have gone out before he was able to grow, but now he is unstoppable.

Donald Doyle there in the end was simply unstoppable. He was going to do whatever it took to save his people and Kimball’s people.

And in the end. With enemy soldiers threatening him. Donald Doyle did not faint, nor did he try to talk them out of harming him. No, he stood firm, even calmly misquoting Shakespeare.

His fire was put out, but his embers left behind were still burning in the end. He was just that unstoppable.