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Valentine’s Day Special #2

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language

Word Count : 2,434

Three knocks, that’s all it took before Steve opened the door. He stood there, wearing a tank top and sweats, and his hair damped from sweat, which only meant he just came back from the gym.

“Hey, didn’t expect you here today.” He smiled, waving you in.

“I know, but I needed to talk to you.”

You walked in to his apartment, and plopped down onto his couch. His place was like your second home. You were always there, and if you weren’t, then you two were at your place.

“Beer?” He asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Nah, just water.”

Steve tossed you a water bottle, as he started back toward the living room where you waited.

You took a big swig of the water and felt the cold liquid trickle down your throat. Making you feel somewhat at ease.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Steve asked, leaning against the wall across from you.

For some reason you were feeling nervous. Which was strange. Steve was your best friend. You two were so close, you were able to talk to him about anything. He’s seen you in sweats with no makeup on. He’s helped you when you were a drunken mess. And yet, you were somehow nervous about this topic.

“Y/N.” he snapped his fingers, catching your attention. “You okay?”

You slowly nodded, running your hand through your hair. Something you did when you were nervous.

“So my sister is throwing a couples party tomorrow night, and when I RSVP’d a month ago, I was dating Jared-”

“The asshole.” He cut you off.

“Woah, language.” You teased.

He dramatically rolled his eyes and huffed. “Anyways, go on.”

“As I was saying, I told her I’d go and now she’s expecting me to be there.”

“So?” He drawled out.

You swallowed hard, meeting your best friends gaze.

“I was wondering if you can go as my fake boyfriend.” You slightly winced as the words finally fell from your lips.

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Goodnight, Wardens  ❤️

anonymous asked:

Just think jealous Shawn at a party or something and he's like hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek and making sure that guy that keeps looking at you knows that you are definitely his and like dirty looks and waist grabs and kisses that last a bit longer because Shawn needs to be reassured your into him and ugh

He’s got his arms wrapped around you like it’s got a purpose.

Got his head snuggled into your neck as J Cole plays through his friends house, and as the hard back beat floods through your ears, Shawn joins with the soft feel of his lip. He’s insatiable – has been all night. Couldn’t keep his hands off of you, was always bobbing around like a lost puppy.

At first it was just a slung arm over the shoulder, but now it’s a full blown assault – arms wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder as he sways your intertwined bodies to the music.

You went to comment on it, but when you’d turned to him over your shoulder, he’d sent you a look like he’d been caught – eyes semi wide and smile even wider. Winked – carried on what he was doing (even tightened his arms around your waist and started brushing his lips across your bare neck)

You’re feeling a little second hand embarrassment, public displays of affection isn’t really your thing (especially when you’re mid conversation, chatting about that one time when Jenny fell through a roof running from the cops, it’s interesting, but god dammit Shawn’s distracting you)

It’s only when Shawn’s kisses start to last a little longer, lips linger, fingers slip onto the waistband of your jeans do you comment. The group of people you were talking to has gone – off to get a refill – and it’s just the pair of you, Shawn leaving puckered welts across the shell of your neck.

You lean back a little, reveal in the feel of his desperate kisses before you reach around and run your fingers through the curls at the base of his skull.

He gives you a soft hum of appreciation. “What’re you doing bubs?” You go, letting out a breathy laugh as you close your eyes and sigh into him. He grins against your neck, moving you to the now mellow melody slipping through the speakers – swaying you with his hips and grip at your waist.

“Lovin’ on you” he mumbles in return. You feel him speed up with a hollow groan, mouth suck a little too hard at the shell of your neck and you turn, catching him by surprise when you face him.

He’s got a knitted brow, almost looks like he’s sulking – pretty with his red blushed cheeks and swollen lips. He’s been caught, and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, and you brush your fingers across his jaw just as he flicks his eyes over your shoulder.

He’s consumed in something for a second, the brown in his eyes start to bleed black, jaw clenches and he’s got his arms around your waist again. Shawn’s got you splayed against him in a matter of seconds, hands suddenly pushing up against his shoulders as he looks down at you – under his lashes – with a sly, yet visibly tense, smile on his face.

“Shawn, what the hell?” You comment, still playful, but he knows you’re confused at his sudden show of affection. Instead of answering your question, he licks his lips and looks at yours.

Moving one hand from your waist, he reaches up and brushes his thumb across your cheek. “You okay?” You speak, frowning. He tries to send you a reassuring smile, yet it falters when he checks up on whatever is over your shoulder. Frowning further, you turn and follow his gaze, finding the reason for his frustration and it’s holding a red solo cup and a hungry gaze.

“Will be when that asshole stops staring”

"Probably looking at you babe” you try to joke while stifling a laugh – the guy looks away for a second and tries to focus on the wall just as Shawn snorts. “Don’t think I’m his type”

You glance at your boyfriend who’s all jealous and frustrated, all pursed lips and heated eyes and honestly? It’s not cute anymore – it’s kinda hot, in a fucked up, needy, possessive kind of way you never knew you liked. “No?” You ask him, quirking a brow before turning back to Mr khakis and polo shirt.

"Want me to go ask him?” You then laugh, and Shawn replies with an inward groan and a roll of his eyes. You turn to him with a grin, and he’s a little less tense, his jaws still clenched though – neck veins prominent as he looks over at Mr boat shoes and digital watch.

“I’ll do it-“ he starts, but before he goes and creates a scene, you clasp his cheeks in your hands and get him to face you. His eyes find yours immediately, settling on your features as his cheeks blush and knit in his brow loosens.

Chewing at your lip, you reach up with a soft smile and catch his lips in yours – quickly running your tongue across his bottom lip with a low hum of adoration.

Shawn falls into it seamlessly, mouth moulding into yours as they rock against each other, kiss a languid yet deliciously heated show of your affection.

His hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans and you don’t miss him give your ass a squeeze, holding the cheeks firm in his wide palms as he chuckles lowly.

“Mine” is all he says, and you don’t even give him a reply because you’re lost in it, in the way he sucks at the tip of your tongue before groaning – low and deep. You only nod desperately, let him be a little dominant because he needs it, needs to be reassured that you’re his and he yours.

You don’t miss him glance out across at Mr body spray and hair gel mid kiss, eyes squinted – dirty – and you run your hands around the back of his head before tugging at his curls. He comes back to you with a smug smile and as you bask in his proud nature, he bumps his lips against yours.

"I’m into you and only you” you whisper, and he nods – knowing it’s true, just can’t help the fleeting thoughts of your inevitable exit.

Just as the song changes, Shawn kisses your lips again and sighs, whispering “My girl” against your lips before he starts to sway you to the different tune with a smug grin plastered on his plump lips.

Pulling Strings

Summary: You and Bucky set out to annoy each other during your respective down time and get more than you bargained for.

Prompt(s): Can I make a request for 1, 7, and 8? I can see them as perfect banter lines between reader and Bucky!

1. “That’s starting to get annoying”
7. Well, that’s tragic.”
8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just major floof

Word Count: 3993 I just cannot keep ‘em at reasonable lengths lately!

Author’s Note: I am the actual worst. I think I got this request in like, November from @captainmomofoshosho! And I started it then, but only got like 300 words in. Now here we are and I can’t stfu. My bad all around.

Originally posted by jlstreck

Everyone knows that you like to play piano when you’re stressed. Everyone knows not to disturb you. Everyone including Bucky Barnes, but after decades of following orders, Bucky does exactly what Bucky wants.

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Palmistry 101: #2 Configuration and Meanings (Very Long Post!)

Okay, so in ‘Palmistry 101: #1′ we covered the basic stuff on lines and mounts, right? Well, now we’re going to cover what a mount or line means if it appears a certain way; basically, we’re going to talk about how to read a palm.

You should sit your cute butt down and grab some snacks because this is going to be one heck of a long post!

Where Do I Start?
You start, by asking whomever you are reading, to turn their hands so that their palms are skyward, naturally.
But, Roe, which hand do I read!?” I hear you cry, and I say in reply: ideally, both. It is said that the left hand displays the potential of the person and the right displays what that person has done with this potential in this life. 

You may hear some say that left-handed people should have their right palm read, and vice versa. This is, as a chiromancer, your choice of course, though I tend to stick to both hands.

Now, this may sound a little ridiculous but trust me, all things factor into it when you’re palm reading. Even the shape of the hand that you’re working on. You heard me correctly: the shape of the hand. 

Hands:

In short, there are four main types of hands. I will say that not everyone fits perfectly into one category, but most do. The types of hands are based on the elements and, don’t be surprised or upset if your hand type does not align with your sun zodiac (your main astrological sign). 

Earth Hands: typically, earthen hands have wide and square-ish palms and fingers to match, and the length of their palm is equal to that of their fingers (my hands fit into this part. The skin may be thick or rough and overall, earthen hands have quite a… flushed or ruddy appearance to them. My hands are earthen hands, for example (minus the rough skin… I have ridiculously soft skin).

People with Earth hands tend to be of a practical and level-headed nature; they are grounded but don’t mistake that for dullness. As a general rule, they like to experience things and prefer being able to get out into the world and learn by doing. 
Often, they come across as conservative/adverse to change or quiet and have an intense preference for the outdoors and nature (kind of comes with being connected to the element earth, really). 

Air Hands: firstly, this sounds like a very strange super-power. Cool.. 
Air hands usually have a square or rectangular shaped palm and long, slim fingers. They often have projected knuckles, dry skin or low-set thumbs (low-set thumbs means that the thumb is positioned lower and nearer the wrist). Normally, the length of the palm and hands is equal.

Those with air hands are highly intellectual or academic, are curious and constantly full of and developing new ideas. They carry a restless energy about them and are prone to worry and/or stress. Generally, they are superb at communicating with others, but they are also known to withhold emotions and feelings, meaning that forming and maintaining meaningful and intimate relationships is often difficult.

Water Hands: (Hi my name is Rowan, and like every responsible almost-20-year old, every time I read this I think of Avatar!) It is said that those with water hands have long, flexible fingers and small oval or circular palms. The palm is usually quite stout; the width is greater than the height. 

People with this type of hand(s) are usually hyper-emotional. They are motivated by feelings, more often than not and are constantly looking for peace or a peaceful life; they do not handle stress or worry well. They are typically creative and artistic.

Fire Hands: those with fire hands (now this one sounds like a painful skin condition) typically have smaller hands overall: a square or rectangular palm, shorter fingers and their skin may have a pinkish complexion. 

Like fire itself, those with fire hands are absolutely bursting with energy and are always ready to go. They get bored easily without variety and can, unfortunately, be a little impatient and/or dogmatic and intolerant. Typically, they make fantastic leaders in almost all situations and are vehement in their individuality.

So! Hand shapes covered, let’s quickly cover the possible meanings of your hand’s temperature. Yes, even that may mean something!

Cold hands: you may be kind and generous, but you’re reserved and may come off as what some would describe as a hermit.
Clammy/sweaty hands: you may be lazy and unstable, but in all you do you have good intentions.
Warm/hot hands: you may be considered as wild or fierce and successful, but you may come off as insincere to others.

The Lines

Alrighty, so we covered which lines were which and what they signify in this post’s predecessor (the link to it is at the top, but if you don’t feel like scrolling back up click here) but now it’s time to go into a lot more detail, whoopie!

Quirks to Look Out For:
Branches: (lines that branch out from the main line) emphasizes strengths.
Breaks: (a break in the line; if the line is segmented) emphasizes weakness(es).
Chains: (lots of small circles that run along a line) obscurity in goals or deviations from them.
Crosses: (one of these ‘x’ on a line) upheaval, violence and struggles.
Islands: (islands are small circular shapes that are within the line, not running through or over it) delays and issues, injuries or hereditary problems.
Stars: (one of these ‘*’ on a line) emphasizes luck.

The Heart Line, concerns everything that ties in with love. May it be romantic, platonic or any other kind. 
If this line begins under your index finger, it means that you have a love life that you are happy with; a satisfying one, if you will. If it begins beneath your middle finger, it suggests that you are selfish in love. It’s all about you, you, you. 
If it begins between these two fingers, like mine, it means you are quick to fall in love, and it happens easily. 

If the line is short, it means that you have little interest in romantic love or romance in general, - you would rather be focusing on other things! If your heart line touches your life line, you suffer heartbreak very easily and the smallest betrayal hits you hard. A long and curving heart line suggests that you are practiced at expressing your feelings and emotions, and you do it well whereas a straight line means that you are practical in love. This is reinforced if your heart line runs parallel to your life line. 
It is said that if you have a wavy heart line, you have or will have a string of temporary lovers in place of a serious relationship.

Small lines or breaks in this line may indicate that you have suffered or may suffer some form of emotional trauma, whilst a small circle on the line may signify sadness or depression.

The Head Line, is indicative of your wisdom and your intellectual power. Generally, a curved line tells us that you are a person of creativity and spontaneity, whereas a straight line says you are a fan of structure and things being done in a practical manner.

A short head line means that you have a preference for physical achievements opposed to intellectual or academic accomplishments. In short, you’d rather finish a race than a book. 
A curvy or wavy line that is not deep-set in your palm indicates that your attention span is short, a deep, long line means that you are a focused and profound thinker. If you have a straight head line, it means you are someone who thinks realistically; that does not mean you’re a pessimist, but you tend not to fantasize or day dream about things that are not realistically relevant to you.

If your head and life lines are separate it means that you are adventurous and have an insatiable appetite for adventure and a never ending lust for life.

If there is a circle or a cross in your head line, it means that there is some kind of emotional crisis in your life. If there are multiple crosses or a chain present, it means that in your lifetime you will have to make many decisions and a lot of them will be difficult.

The Life Line, also known as the line of destiny, is indicative of your character and of any important or big events that will take place during your life. Contrary to popular (and scary) belief, your life line does not denote how long you will live! 

The closer your life line is to your thumb, the less energy you are bound to have and you may be a person who is chronically tired or exhausted. If your life line is the opposite of this, (wide and curvaceous) you are the opposite of this. You will have a plethora of energy! 
If it is a large, swooping semi-circle, you are a strong person who is bubbling with enthusiasm, but a straight line that does not stray far from the edge of your palm says that you are someone who is very cautious in all relationships. 

A deep and long life line denotes an inner strength and vitality to be proud of, but a short and shallow line means that you are someone who may find themselves easily manipulated by others. 

A circle on/in your life line means injury or hospitalization, and a break in the line signifies drastic changes in lifestyle.

The Fate/Fortune Line, may be read in tandem with the life line when looking at the future (this is one of those lines that not everyone has, so don’t worry if you can’t find yours). 

If you happen to have a deep-set fate/fortune line, it means that destiny has a pretty strong hand in what happens during your lifetime (if you subscribe to the idea that fate is a thing, of course). Numerous breaks in this line mean that outside forces will influence and cause changes in your life many, many times.

A fate/fortune line that is joined to the life line means that you are self-made; you have aspirations and goals and you do all you can to achieve them. You make your own fate.
A line that starts at the bottom of your palm indicates that you will be in the public eye quite often, though this doesn’t always mean on a large scale.

The Mounts

Okay! This is the last part I promise! You’ve been so good, reading this whole she-bang, and I’m so proud of you (and also so grateful because let me tell you, this has taken way longer than I planned it to).

Again, these were covered in the previous post so you can defer back to that if you need to because it’s here,…again!

The little flesh mountains we all have on our hands, these are the mounts. To ‘read’ them, cup your hand ever so slightly and look at it side-on. You should be able to see which mounts are high, low or flat.

The Venus Mount, (the one under your thumb) when high can signify that the person is over indulgent in their love life and is promiscuous as a result; they may be someone who demands instant appeasement and satisfaction in such matters.
A normal mount suggests a passionate person who holds influence over those around them, and has a love for the finer things and the arts. 
A flat Venus mount is indicative of someone who is quick to criticise and has little to no interest in family or family life.

The Jupiter Mount, (under your index finger) when high means that you are self-concerned/centred and can often be aggressive and dominating.
A mount of normal elevation suggests a natural leader; someone intelligent and with ambition whereas a flat mount is suggestive of low confidence and self-belief/esteem.

The Saturn Mount, (under your middle finger) when high means that you are obstinate and prefer to be alone/your own company. It means you are shy, withdrawn, a cynic and can signify depression. 
A normal sized mount says that you are responsible and you work hard. You are trusting and friendly.
A flat or low mount means that you are incredibly disorganised and concerned only with the superficial aspect of things.

The Apollo/Sun Mount, (beneath your ring finger) when high suggests that you have an elevated sense of pride; you are extravagant and like to praise and compliment/flatter those around you, but you are also quick to anger and have a temper. 
A normal Apollo/Sun mount means that you are an outgoing and confident individual who is well suited to adapt to changing situations and circumstances.
A low or flat mount indicates that you have little imaginative capability and making decisions is often a difficult task.

The Mercury Mount, (beneath your little finger) when high, may mean that you speak too much too often and often speak lies/have a tendency to be untruthful and greedy. 
A mount of normal elevation means that you are a thoughtful and versatile individual with a wide variety of interests and/or hobbies. Those with this sort of mount flourish in a business environment and are able to read others deftly.
A low or flat Mercury mount signifies shyness and the inability to communicate well; it also signifies a lack of money or the lacking ability to make money.

The Luna/Moon Mount, (along the outside of your palm - starts beneath the little finger) when high, indicates that the person lives so much within the realm of their imagination, that it clouds their sense of reality. It suggests a very, very high level of creativity and someone who has a deep-seated love and passion for the arts.
A low or flat mount suggests that the person lives very much inside their own imagination and mind, but does not share it with those around them. They may be shy and suffer from depression. They will likely be a pessimist.

DevBlog #4 - Item Displays

Hey guys, Paul “Paulthegoat” here.

One of the most satisfying and fun aspects in Risk of Rain was watching your small character transform over the course of the game into a spinning ball of death. Showing each of these items on the player character as you collected them was very important to the feel of the game. Doing so served two key purposes.

First, some items weren’t inherently obvious what power up they gave right when you found them (Ukulele). This was an issue for newer players to be able to easily pick up the game and get a grasp on what exactly was going on. And secondly, showing the player’s progress as they became stronger over time. Given the tools we had, I felt we did a pretty good job doing this in 2D. However, with our wider 3d design space, we have much more room to work with.

For Risk of Rain 2, we designed a new system to help us scale placing items and so far it has been working out great. On each character there is an Armature that contains all of the bones for that particular model. A few of the most common bones for a player character like the Commando would be the head, chest, stomach, arms, legs etc. All of these main bones contain subsequent smaller bones that can be used to fine tune each item placement and animations. For example, the UpperArmL > LowerArmL > HandL > and a bone for each finger on the left hand. Using an “item display rule set” we are able to assign each item that you pick up to be attached to specific bones at exact sizes and angles that look best at.

Once we have the character model set up, adding a new item is simple thanks to the item display rule set system. We just pick what bone to attach the item to and set the scale/rotation. We can even choose to have limb replacements for certain items that make sense. We currently have the Paul’s Goat Hoof replacing the right calf when picked up.

Every character (monsters and players) can have a unique item display rule set. An important note is that currently, stacks of items do not display repeatedly on your body. While that was a goal at the beginning, in reality some items (syringe, tooth, etc) could naturally stack to ridiculous amounts but larger items (ukulele, behemoth, limb replacements) couldn’t be stacked visually within reason. We’re hoping to think of something clever along development to make sure that stacks of items still feel much stronger than having just one.

-Paul

griffiee  asked:

So I absolutely love Bughead (who doesn't?) and I need more fanfics. Could you possibly write something where all of their friends don't approve of their relationship because Jughead doesn't seem to care but it slowly grows on them as the relationship goes on?

Thanks so much! I Got you!
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Betty and jughead, the oddest pair to walk Riverdale halls since Dilton Doiley had landed that model from Sweden.

Jughead Jones was all types of dark and moody, keeping his head down and a permanent grimace on his usually grumpy face, Betty Cooper on the other hand, was sunshine wrapped up in a pretty blonde bottle, always willing to lend a hand or a smile to absolutely anyone.

So when the pair came out to the school as a couple, the response was not positive. Almost everyone would awkwardly stare at Betty when she clung to jugheads arm chatting his ear off as he nodded absently. and when he showed up at football games, lurking in the corners to watch her cheer they were both on the receiving end of some disapproving stares. The support their relationship received left nothing to be desired.

Veronica lodge was no exception, she had pulled Betty out of her booth at pops shooting Jughead a challenging look, as archie slid in across from him. Dragging Betty to the counter, she placed a comforting hand on her best friends shoulder.

“Betty, we have to talk.”

Raising a brow, Betty quirked an unamused smile

“I kinda caught that when you dragged me away from my boyfriend. What’s up?”

“It’s about Jughead..”

“No.” Betty cut her off

Pleading eyes caught Betty’s

“Betty just listen.”

“No. I’m not doing this with you, you’re my best friend v and I love you, but we are not discussing my relationship, we’ve already done this countless times.” Betty turned to leave by Ronnie grabbed her wrist.

“You deserve someone who cares about you, someone who actually wants to be with you, I love Jughead too Betty, but he isn’t made for relationships. You know that.” Shaking her head, Betty leaned against the counter. While Veronica was grilling the blonde, archie had taken it upon himself to share his opinions with jughead.

“She’s a great girl, betty I mean.” Archie said anxiously

Jugheads face turned to stone

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m dating her.” His tone was even and calculated as he stared the red head in the eyes.

“Is that why?” Archie challenged.

Placing his burger on his plate Jughead leveled Archie

“What’s that supposed to mean ..pal?”

Archie looked serious now, no longer nervous just concerned.

“Look jug, you’re my best friend but so is Betty and people… well people are talking. They’re saying you’re only dating Betty because you feel bad, you don’t really care about her, you just owe her for getting your dad a job.”

Jugheads knuckles turned white as he clutched the table so tight he thought he might splinter the wood.

“Me and Betty don’t pay attention to gossip, we know how we feel and that’s what matters.”

Archie shook his head , unconvinced

“does she?” his eyes moved to the blonde walking over to the table the raven haired girl shaking her head as they reached the two boys.

“Juggie, can you walk me home, I’m not feeling too well.” Betty said quietly. He just nodded, stuffing his text book in his bag and grabbing her water bottle. He placed his hand on the small of her back, gently shoving her to the door.

“I’ll see you guys at school.” She threw over her shoulder.

As soon as they hit the street, Jughead grabbed her backpack out of her hands and thread his fingers through hers. She smiled at him weakly and he returned it giving her fingers a squeeze.

“Are you really feeling sick or just sick of our annoying friends?”

She giggled “a little bit of both, I think I’m just tired is all, Alice cooper has decided her youngest daughter can not get Bs so the studying has been upped quite a bit.” She leaned into his shoulder as they walked.

“Well Jughead jones has decided his girlfriend can get whatever grades she wants as long as she gets the appropriate amount of sleep.” He said raising a brow at her as she twisted to see his face.

Reaching up she pressed her lips to his and they fell into familiar conversation about their plans for this weekend, too soon they arrived at her door and his hands went to her waist, he took a deep breathe ducking his eyes to meet hers

“I love you, you know that right?“he asked seriously

She smiled her heartbreakingly gorgeous smile, eyes lighting up as she placed her hands on his cheeks

"I know. I love you too, so much.”

When they kissed, he felt the same warm, safe essence of home that was purely Betty. He felt her getting more and more passionate and he could the moan that escaped his lips. Sliding his hands lower in her hips he tugged her center to his. Gasping into his mouth as his lips moved to her neck, nipping lightly

“Juggie” she whispered

“Betty.” He returned, panting slightly in her ear

All too soon the familiar porch light turned on and he knew Hal had heard the pair.

“Okay Juliet, time to return to your tower.” He said pecking her lips one more time.

She giggled moving to the door, “I’ll see you tommorow Romeo.” He turned throwing her a wink and a lazy wave. Before she called his name causing him to turn back.

“We’re okay. We always are.” She smiled showing off her pearly whites.

He laughed and returned her smile

“We’re okay. We always are.”

***

The next day at school, the pair was greeted by the familiar, questioning stares and the faces of their friends.

Cheryl was ranting about the fact that one of the vixens had dyed their hair pink.

“Our uniforms are blue! Blue! No one can pull off pink hair, literally no one.”

“I bet Betty could.” Everyone’s eyes snapped to Jughead who was smiling down at the blushing blonde connected to his arm. Looking up he noticed everyone’s eyes on his and shrugged “s'true”

Who knew Jughead could be cute? Veronica sure didn’t, And by the looks on everyone else’s face they didn’t either.

The cute just kept happening and Veronica and Archie were certainly confused.

At lunch Betty had started coughing, choking on the apple she was eating. Jughead had nearly broken an ankle reaching for the water in his bag, after she had calmed down he was rubbing her back soothingly “no more apples for you” he had said dropping a quick kiss to her lips.

During free period, they had all decided to hang out in the blue and gold office. Leaning back on the couch Veronica close to Archie, Kevin had started laughing.

“I’m guessing this is jugheads station.” The desk was covered in a mess of paperwork and food wrappers but what caught the most attention was the framed picture of Betty and jughead as kids, sitting in a tree house holding hands displayed proudly amongst the mess.
Archie chuckled “is this Betty’s doing?” He gestured towards the photo.

Jughead shook his head

“No I put that there. It’s my desk.”

It went quiet in the tiny office, minus Cheryl’s declaration of

“That’s hashtag cute.”

Archie and Veronica shared a glance.

The final straw was when, the group was walking home. Archie had asked Jughead to come over and play video games with him. Betty was wrapped up in his jacket and she went to take it off, She lived next door so it wasn’t that far a walk to brave the cold. Jughead immediately placed his hands on her shoulders keeping the jacket firmly in place.
“I don’t think so. Keep it on, it’s cold out. Don’t need you getting sick, I’ll pick it up tonight.” Then with a smile he was walking into the Andrews house.

An hour later Veronica was laying in Betty’s bed reading the newest glamour magazine, her brain on something entirely different

“What was with jughead today?” She blurted out

Betty looked up from painting her toes, a confused expression on her face.

“What do you mean? He seemed fine to me.”

Veronica shook her head

“No I mean he’s fine, it’s just he was extra… lovey today.”

Smiling gently at her friend Betty turned back to her toes.

“He’s always like that, you just never payed attention before.”

Staring at the beautiful blonde girl next door in front of her, she couldn’t help but think

Maybe Betty was right, maybe she just wasn’t looking hard enough.

Love hides in mysterious places.

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“There.” You withdraw your hand from the young boys forehead and smile up at who you think is his mother. “He’s going to be fine.”

The woman sobs in relief and takes your hands, kissing them softly. “Blagodaryu vas, angel. Spasibo.”

You smile softly and kiss her hands in return before dropping them. At moments like these, you’re grateful to Natasha for teaching you her native language, plus some more. “Dobro pozhalovat.’” And with that, you stand up to go find someone else on the lifeboat who needs urgent care. When you get to your feet however, the world blurs in front of you, and you would have fallen if it wasn’t for a purple and black blur catching you. 

After a couple of seconds, the world comes into focus again, and you step out Clint’s arms to lean against the railing briefly. “Thank you.”

He looks at you concernedly. “You can’t keep this up for much longer, (y/n). Even I can see you’re fading.”

You smile softly at him. “I’m a healer, Steve. It’s what I do.”

“Costel?” You spin around to face a small blonde woman sitting in the corner of the lifeboat. Her eyes are frantic as she looks around at her fellow survivors. “Costel!”

“Ma’am,” you step forward and kneel in front of her, “ma’am, you must calm down. Uspokoysya,” you say soothingly. She leans back once again, and you smile softly at her. “Who is Costel?”

“My son,” she replies, voice shaking with fear. “I was last with him at the groceries, but we got separated.” The woman dissolves into sobs, and you quickly take her into your arms. You look over your shoulder at Clint and nod at him. He sighs and nods back before taking off and away from the boat to find the woman’s son.

You gently push the woman away from you and take her head into your hands. She is displaying obvious signs of of shock, so you gently place your thumbs on her forehead and begin to work some of your healing power into her mind. “What is your name?”

“Zrinka.”

“Ah.” You smile as you see her begin to visibly relax as your power begins to work through her mind. “And where do you live, Zrinka?”

She’s about to respond, but is cut off by the sound of a lot of people on the boat screaming. You stand up and whirl around, trying to find what they’re all looking at. Steve stands by the edge of the lifeboat, and you rush forward to meet him. The ground shakes yet again, and you barely keep yourself from falling. “What’s going on?” you yell over the noise.

He’s squinting against the sun, and you watch as he points upwards. “Ultron.” Your heart sinks as you look at the Quinjet being flown by the enemy you naively thought was dead. You jog off of the lifeboat and onto the destroyed street of Sokovia, looking to your right to see where Ultron is headed. 

You gasp. “No,” you whisper before screaming: “Clint!”

He turns around to face you with who must be Costel in his arms, and you point frantically up at the Quinjet bearing down on him. Just as you do, the jet’s guns open fire, and you scream as it passes over where Clint and the child stand before veering off to the right. You take off towards them, and you hear Steve do the same behind you.

But when you get there, instead of seeing a dead teammate, you see a car flipped on its side, and a body riddled with bullets.

You don’t hear what the male Maximoff says before he falls over onto his side. Gasping softly, you rush the last couple of steps over to his side. Clint lays down the little boy and joins you at Pietro’s side, and Steve does the same. “Steve, put pressure … anywhere,” you order. “Clint, get htat boy out of here. 

“But-” 

“Now!” you yell. Clint is taken aback by your sudden abrasiveness. You’ve always been the cool-headed one on the team. He backs away and picks up Costel, taking him with him to the lifeboat. Steve’s gloves are quickly getting covered in blood, and you lean forward and press your hands down on Pietro’s chest.

“He’s fading,” you yell. You grimace at the uncomfortable pull in your chest as you let your energy flow into Pietro’s barely-living body. You’ve never felt this pull before, but it immediately tells you you’re nearing the end of your energy. 

“(y/n),” Steve mutters, glancing at you quickly. “We have to go.”

Tears blur your vision, and you press down harder on Pietro’s chest. It seems like some of the wounds on his chest begin to close, and the pull in your chest grows stronger. “No.”

“(y/n).” Steve sighs. “He’s going to die. We have to get out of here so we don’t to.”

“No!” You scream, slamming your hands down on the ground. Your tear-filled eyes meet Steve’s worried blue ones. “I’m not letting anyone else die today,” you state determinedly. 

And with that, you push one hand down on Pietro’s chest and one on his head, letting your thumb rest in the center of his forehead. Your eyes flutter shut as you push all of your energy into saving the newest avenger’s life. You feel the tips of your fingers grow cold as the icy energy flows out of your body and into Pietro’s, and you open your eyes to see blue light flowing out of your fingertips and into his forehead, closing his wounds.

And you continue to let that energy flow until there’s nothing left.

Steve gasps when the blue light surrounding the three of you suddenly disappears. He looks at you just in time to see your eyes roll back and you crumple to the ground. “(y/n)!” he yells, scrambling around the young speedster’s still motionless body to kneel next to you. He pulls you into his lap and rips off his left glove with his teeth.

At that moment, Pietro shoots upwards, gasping for air. He glances around panickedly before his eyes settle on Steve and he relaxes a little. But then he sees your motionless, ashen-faced form laying in Steve’s arm. “Iisus Khristos,” he whispers, “what happened?”

Steve lays his glove-less hand on your throat, feeling for a pulse. But he finds none. He curses and leans back, tilting his head to face the sky. “She’s gone.”

(1) Thank you, angel. Thank you.
(2) You are welcome.
(3) Jesus Christ

A Touch Of Love, 1.

Genre | Romance / Valentine’s Day drabbles.

Pairing | Kim Taehyung / Reader.

Prompt“No, like– It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

Words | 1,099 words.


Kim Taehyung knows better than to expect you to be on time.

It is but a mere concept created by humanity! You will always exclaim as a feeble excuse to defend your indisputable lack of management when it comes to the twenty-four hours of a day. There is no doubt about it that you leave important, need-to-be-attended-to matters to the final, clutching seconds before they are due, and that a decent handful of minutes are lost between the spaces of your fingers, squandered to distractions and procrastination.

It is a behaviour that Taehyung hates to adore, a terrible skill that you have refined to the marrow, yet he cannot deny how unbearably endearing it is. Most especially when you arrive just on time, blood flushing your cheeks, eyes shining with the sting of the wind where it cut into the delicate film while you ran, the air punched out of your lungs though you still kiss him as though you are not already lightheaded enough.

Today is no different. Except it is. It is! Because today defines the anniversary that the one and only Kim Taehyung took you out on the first date of a drive-in theatre soaked in the hues of twilight and learned that you could point out all of the constellations in the sky and discovered what buttered popcorn tastes like when stuck in the crevices of your lips and how delightfully warm his hand feels when it is carefully positioned beneath lace in the opening created by your unbuttoned, unzipped jeans. The two of you found love underneath placid starlight in the blanket-laden tray of his ancient truck, a devotion that has been strung in unraveling silk, tied to the towball of the vehicle parked before a screen bigger than imaginable, laced around the bedpost of the room you first made unforgettable love amongst freshly washed sheets, knotted and bound in the landmarks that the both of you claimed as your own along the way in your venture of redamancy until this very moment right here. The third anniversary. Marking the longest relationship that Taehyung has ever had the rapture of being enamoured by, the sole one that he truly believes will continue on until his final breath on this earth.

And you are late. As per usual.

The coffee that Taehyung nurses in the comfort of the outdoor cafe awning is lukewarm by the moment that he notices the escalating soundtrack of sneakers slapping sharp against the pavement, loose pebbles crunching beneath the soles in their trek. And, in that time, there is not a moment to spare to turn around and spectate your approach for you are already skidding into view by the side of the table, a grin splitting your flustered features into that of a crescent moon, arms goofily lifted in the air and Taehyung just about falls in love all over again.

“Happy–” You dive onto his shores, collapsing the entirety of your weight onto his seated, gratified self and kissing him absolutely silly amidst your words– “Third– Anniversary– Lover!”

Taehyung cups your blushing features between his palms, framing beauty and the one thing in this world that he adores like no other, holding your catastrophic entity so preciously. There is honey still pressed to your lips and he yearns for more, bringing your mouths together in gentle intimacy until the rubescent simmer of your cheeks is suitably attributed to the way he dips his tongue into the parted seam of your lips, rather than the urgent sprint you made from the apartment to meet him on the cusp of his ending lunch break.

“You’re hopeless,” Taehyung teases, kisses you once more for good measure, public displays of affection be wholly damned. “Did you just wake up?”

Cheekily, you grin wider and slink away from his hold to position yourself in the opposite seat, red hands on unadulterated display. “Technically, it’s still morning.”

“For only ten more minutes, silly girl.” Affection inflects his tone, and now that you are right here, living and existing before him, the desire to abandon the remaining five hours of his shift to spend the day with you tugs earnestly at his heart. “You still taste of… Breakfast…”

The remainder of Taehyung’s sentence dies on the tip of his tongue as he gets a good look at you, a really good look, beyond the staring at your face that his eyes have been trained on doing since the second you arrived. Practically swallowing your torso is, unmistakably, his own sweater of black and white stripes, the hem tucked into the front of your jeans while the arms are cloaked in the denim of, yet again, his own jacket. The sheer nonchalance that flows confidently in your movements as you flick through a menu has him completely unsure as to whether you realise that you are currently wearing his clothes, or if the sheer rush of getting here enforced you to throw on whatever you could find without noticing the size difference in the attire.

“Is there something on my face?” And Taehyung, in his bewildered state, comes to realise that you are blinking at him, eyebrow raised.

“Ah– No, it’s just that… My clothes–”

A small bubble of laughter escapes your lungs, lowering your lashes to observe your fingertips picking at a loose thread on the cuff of the denim jacket, the tiniest smile nestled in the corner of your mouth. “Oh! Yeah, they are truly so comfy and they smell like your cologne, so I sometimes wear them out while running errands or visiting the university. I never realised you didn’t know! I hope you weren’t wanting to wear these tonight–”

“No, no– I just– They look unacceptably fantastic on you,” Taehyung gradually smiles, adoration swelling in his chest at the affectionate statement you so effortlessly declared. “You suit them more than I do.”

“Why thank you, but you know what they suit better?” You muse, and it is a trap that Taehyung, without realising, steps himself directly into as the sound of acknowledgement he creates is suspended in the air between you, and you are answering the cursed question with a smirk made for sinners.

“The floor.”

And let us just say that Taehyung never thought that the third anniversary with the love of his life would result in him nearly losing his job because he never returned from lunch. Though sometimes, love makes everyone enact upon ludicrous decisions – most especially for him when they are encouraged by the cunning, though adoringly beguiling likes of you.

Drabbles | One: KTH • Two: MYGThree: JHSFour: KNJFive: KSJSix: JJKSeven: PJM (Finale)

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Love Him To Ruins (Folded Book)

Finally! After two weeks of folding pages and who knows how many paper cuts, I’ve finished my entry. 

And below is a lengthy insight to it.

I remember when I first read this line, it was 3 something in the morning and I was reading with the lights on (I mean…The Evolution was scary as fuck). I recall the shiver that ran through my body and the sense of doom it left in its wake. I’ve chosen that quote not only becuase it shattered my heart five years ago, but for the way in which words strung together in the appropriate order can completely overwhelm you. I’ll never not be fascinated by how an immensity of feelings and stories may be contained within four words. 

Considering the immensity of those four words, I found it only fitting to convey it by building them from a story. Because that’s precisely what the words mean to me (an here I get all insightful ans shit, I am an english major, after all), the point around the story that builds up to the consciousness of what Noah Shaw chooses to be. During The Evolution, that quote was akin to Sarah walking through the Oubliette (I’ll never miss a chance to make a Labyrinth reference) and hearing the rocks claiming her certain death. However, once she makes it through, the result is most favourable, for she is once again in the right path to save Toby…I digress. 

My point is, I’ve chosen to follow the same path with that quote. We’ve always considered  “Love Him To Ruins” as a reflection of Noah’s inevitable death. But after reading the Retribution I began to wonder if it didn’t point towards something else. When Noah receives a letter from his mother (I needn’t inform you how I wept), he finds she’d writtten “Do not find peace, find passion”. And I believe it holds close relation to loving someone to ruins. We are aware of just how numb Noah could feel before meeteing Mara. So, couldn’t it be that Loving him to ruins isn’t but a reflection of how, if he is to live with the one he loves (passion,) the person he used to be, is about to be destroyed? Only for it to be replaced by an improved version. After all, how many times haven’t we done the same thing; anihilating those aspects we despise within ourselves and create new foundations.

Or it might just mean that I’m using this as a coping mechanism and Mara is destructive as fuck…oh well.

Anyway, I consider that’s the essence of Noah Shaw’s development in the Mara Dyer trilogy, and the reason why he will certainly struggle in The Becoming. All within those four words.

I’m off to sing Magic Dance.

First category entry.

Reaction #5: His reaction to you being scared of him when he’s angry/jealous

SeokJin (Genie):

Jin would NEVER want to come off scary or alarming to his S/O because he is such a sweet prince. After an argument with his S/O, he would continuously reassure them that they are safe with him and that there is absolutely nothing to worry about. After the whole argument, he would try to end this hostile encounter with cooking for them, running a bath for them or doing something else sweet to get their mind off of this encounter.

Yoongi (Yeon Ki Min):

When Yoongi would get angry he would probably say things he doesn’t mean and come off a little cold (which he is not). He will get worked up and probably stop talking for a while. When he would realize that he scared his S/O, his heart will soften up and he will realize what had just occurred. After sitting down and contemplating everything, he would walk up to his S/O and try to talk it over and say how crazy it is for them to fight over little things and that he doesn’t want to lose them over foolishness and that his intentions were never to scare them like that.

Hoseok (J-Dope):

Hoseok and his S/O never liked to argue over simple stuff. But when he got jealous or angry, of course he wouldn’t be the Hobi they knew and loved. He would get quite irritable but will try to calm himself down so the argument won’t get bigger than it was, especially if he knew they were scared. He would walk away for a little while just to sit down and think things through and calm himself down and like Yoongi, would walk to his S/O and talk it over with them about how this argument is crazy and how he doesn’t want to lose them before embracing them tightly in which he would probably slightly cry to the thought of unintentionally scaring his S/O and losing them because of a silly argument. “I love you y/n I really do, and I want you to always remember that if we ever fight.”

Namjoon (Monie):

When Namjoon would get jealous or angry it would show. He always made sure others knew that his S/O was all his and no one else’s. When getting into an argument about something, when he would raise his voice he would realize that things were getting out of control when he saw his S/O’s face display a startled look. He would immediately try to talk it over with them and try to see their point of view of the situation and like Jin, would reassure them that there is nothing to be afraid of and that all he wants to do is take care of them. His S/O will reassure him that they are all his and that there’s NO way he will lose them to anyone else.

Jimin (Christian Chim Chim):

When Jimin was angry, it definitely caught his S/O off guard. When Jimin would get angry it would startle them because Jimin is usually a soft, sweet human being. When he would get angry or jealous he would try to mention it without coming off irritated. For example, say if someone else was talking to you and it looked like flirting, he would go up to you and hold your hand or display some type of skin ship while holding back his slight annoyance. But when it happens again, he would jump in and would make a small aggravated remark. When arguing with his S/O about the situation, when he would get to a point where he would get angry and startle his S/O, he would try to calm down, then most likely cry afterwards soon after realizing what happened. His S/O would come over and reassure him that it’s okay and he would continuously apologize over how he came off and mention on how he never wants to scare them like that and how he loves them too much for them to feel that way.

Taehyung (Jack):

Tae and his S/O barely ever argued over anything. But when it would happen and if Tae ever got REALLY angry about something he would start to raise his voice. Whenever he raised his voice it would surprise his S/O and especially because he has a deep voice it would scare them a little more. But, when he saw his S/O’s frightened face, he would automatically start to cry because this soft bunny would NEVER want to scare the person he loved and never liked to partake in trouble with anyone. “I’m sorry y/n i really am, I feel like a monster” he said, voice heavy while crying. His S/O would then cry because they never liked to see Tae this way, hug him and constantly remind him that it’s okay and that he’s far from a monster. He would hold them into a tight embrace like he never wants to let them go.

Jungkook (Justin Seagull):

When Kookie would get angry it will show on this boy’s face. His tone will become slightly irritable and would become more and more evident the angrier he gets. This would make his S/O nervous seeing and hearing Kookie this way. As his S/O would walk away in fear, Kookie will look down and try to calm down and think things through and let his S/O be for a little while. He wouldn’t know what to do or think and would know that his intentions weren’t to scare them like that and wouldn’t know how to approach them. He would feel slight embarrassment from his hostile reaction because he knew he didn’t mean to come off so cold. While looking down and slowly walking over to his S/O he would tear up and repeatedly apologize. His S/O knew that he didn’t mean it and they would hug it out and try to get through this together. They would then try to take their minds off of what just happened someway, whether it be watching a movie, etc.


A/N: I don’t own these gifs, credit to those who do! Btw I hope you enjoyed it!

Nail Polish

Pairings:
Avengers x Child Reader
Background Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary:
The Avengers get their nails done. ‘nuff said it’s just a good ol fluff fic 

Tony and Bruce were both stationed in the lab, they were SUPPOSE to be doing important work but all you could hear throughout the lab was an echo of Tony’s laughter. Bruce was currently sitting AWAY from Tony and trying to do work in favour of ignoring him.

“I’m sorry! I can’t breath! I mean I’m not sorry at all! Tony bellowed at as he took another selfie with his disgruntled science bro.

“It’s not that funny Tony.”

“Yes it is!”

“You’ve been going on for 20 minutes Tony, I’m starting to get annoyed.”

“Oh! Do you think the green bean will come out?!” Tony only laughed harder, leaning over against the work bench as he clutched his stomach, tears forming in his eyes.

“Imagine the Hulk with nail polish!!!”

True to his word Bruce had on a messy coating of a shimmering purple nail polish. There were splotches of purple staining all across the tips of his fingers.

Bruce finally got up to move and began walking away. Tony quickly grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Okay okay okay! I get it. You’re being a good dad, the kids at that age. I won’t tease you anymore.” Tony said grinning at Bruce as he wrapped his arm around Bruce’s shoulder. He held up his other hand for a fist bump and Bruce begrudgingly gave in. Tony quickly grabbed the hand, displaying the nail polish in full as he snapped one more selfie.

“Starting now!” He chuckled as he wiggled out of Bruce’s grip and made his way back to his work bench, snickering.

When lunch time came Tony dragged Bruce out of the lab for a well deserved break, meeting up with the rest of the team (who weren’t on a mission) for “quality bonding time” and for Tony that meant some form of greasy food and today it was pizza.

“Mrs Banner has arrived for a visit Boss.” Chimed FRIDAY as the automatic door slid open.

“DAAAAAAAAAAADDY!”

A voice cried out as the pattering of feet thundered against the floorboards. Bruce quickly shuffled to his feet and bent down with his arms open as his 5 year old son dive bombed into Bruce’s arms. “Hey there champ!”

Calmly following behind him was Bruce’s wife and holding her hand was his 8 year old daughter. Bruce smiled and walked towards them. “Hey sunshine!” His wife said smiling as Bruce leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, ignoring the “ewwwww” coming from his son.

Bruce watched as his daughter let go of her mothers hand and immediately went to crawl onto Vision’s lap and have a conversation with him. His daughter had taken after Bruce intelligence wise and with her calm and smart demeanour she had trouble making friends her own age. She didn’t see a point in interacting with anyone who wasn’t her brother their age so Vision was her best friend.

His wife held up her phone and across her screen all over social media was the selfie Tony had taken in the lab. She herself had a clear coat of nail polish with rainbow sparkles while their daughter had a deep ocean blue.

“Well!” His wife announced loudly gaining the other Avengers attention. “I saw how much our dear friend Tony LOVED Bruce’s nail polish and I said to myself you know what? I bet ALL the Avengers would love their nails done and we were just so excited that we came right down.” She grinned and raised her brows suggestively at Tony whose face dropped causing the others to snicker, Clint outright bursting into laughter.

“I love you.” Bruce breathed and hugged his wife after their son had ran towards the couches with his blue backpack clacking, filled with a variety of coloured bottles.

———–

“Auntie Nat gets sparkly pink because she’s the prettiest!”

“Oooh you hear that? I’m the prettiest.”

———-

“Uncle Thor gets red because it’s like blood!”

“A colour of battle indeed little one, certainly befitting to a warrior such as myself!”

———-

“Uncky Steve gets red, white and blue!!!”

Steve didn’t say anything but smiled softly at the choice that was made.

———-

“Uncle Buckyroo gets black because black is a cool colour!”

“This’ll come off metal right?” Bucky whispered to Steve and was gently nudged by him. “Uh, l mean I’m glad I get the cool colour, sport.”

———–

“Uncle Tony gets hot pink!”

“Wait, why do I get hot pink? Thor got blood!“ Tony whined, his face scrunched up, feeling offended.

“Because mummy said it was your faaaavourite colour but you would be too embarrassed to say so! Don’t worry uncle Tony I’ll keep your secret safe!” Tony felt his face get patted by the boys small pudgy hand.

“Yaaaaay.” He strained out as he glared at Bruce’s wife.

————-

“And and and Uncle Vision gets yellow!!! Because yellow!”

“He really likes yellow at the moment.” Bruce’s daughter stated, still comfortably perched on the Vision’s lap.

“Well then I am honoured to get your favourite colour.”

————–

The small child pouted as he looked at the bottles splayed out across the table.

“Uncle Clint I can’t think of what colour to do for you!” He cried out, looking up at Clint, nearly in tears.

“Aww come on buddy! Don’t be sad I have a great idea! I want the same colours as YOUR nail polish.” Clint announced, smiling as Bruce’s son looked up at him with the widest starry eyed gaze before grinning like mad.

“Okay!”

And just like that each individual nail on Clint’s hand was painted in a rainbow of different colours, perfectly matching the boys own.

————-

After everyone was done and dry Bruce’s wife proudly held up her phone.

“How about some selfies?”

The Zodiac as Art & Why

Aries: dance
The intensity and freedom in dance complements the whirlwind of energy that is Aries. There need not be technique for it to be beautiful, and this gives the Cardinal Fire sign the space to release their electricity through movement in a display of untamed & elusive intensity.

Taurus: landscaping
Taurus long to live in a world of manifest beauty. They have an eye for aesthetic refinement and a taste for palpable delight; these things could be put to good use in the dirt, among trees, within flower buds. They could return Earth to its Eden state, one backyard garden at a time.

Gemini: painting
The Gemini mind, full of noise and vividity, is perpetually fabricating mental pictures. Their heads may overflow if they don’t release some of it. The blank canvas never interrupts; it absorbs the message and beauty that is placed upon it in the form of color and brushstrokes of genius.

Cancer: photography
Cancers live in memories. They cherish beautiful things gone by perhaps more than they savor the present. To be able to capture their lives and immortalize themselves & the things they adore through the art of photography would save them from trapping themselves in homes that the past has burned down.

Leo: acting
Performing emotions is a concept the passionate Leo will be fascinated by. Nothing is real under the spotlight, and at the same time, it’s the only thing that is real. The stage is a sanctuary where the lion is allowed to roar as loud as they can, to set themselves on fire and be showered in applause for it.

Virgo: drawing
The tip of the pen or pencil which drags crisp lines across a bright white page is a metaphor for Virgo’s pursuit of perfection. There is precision, prestige, and purity in the visual elegance of picture-making which is something that matches the Mutable Earth sign like nothing else can.

Libra: fashion
Libras belong in the imaginary heavens they are capable of creating. Their perceptible, corporeal sophistication would fit in amongst angels in costume, the caricatures of loveliness, the twinkling lights and sparkling catwalk; they would have everyone in awe, and they would finally be at home.

Scorpio: cinematography
Film can be one of the sickest art forms, and it is always one of the rawest. There are no lies in cinema, and yet, when fictional, it is all lies. It allows the Scorpion to uncover and lay bare the bloody truth without staining their hands, gives them the freedom to let all the secrets spill without telling anyone a thing.

Sagittarius: sculpting
Sagittarius are always looking for something to make their mark on, whether it be a city or a person. They want to leave behind the signature of their experience. They can mold philosophies with their bare hands and display the wilderness of their discoveries in the marble or clay for all to admire.

Capricorn: architecture
Building empires is what the Capricorn was made for. They are destined to rule over the kingdom they put together brick by brick, whether it is large or real enough to live in or not. A tangible masterpiece to call their own would by the kryptonite of their self-doubt & worldly silence.

Aquarius: music
Music is inexplicable. It’s the sweetest form of sorcery, an alien language, the foreign yet familiar exchange of ideas and emotions through often wordless waves of sound. It allows the boundless Aquarius mind to explore and delve deep into their creativity, to experiment, to express their genius.

Pisces: poetry
Nothing penetrates the soul like a well-crafted poem. It can gently caress you or cruelly batter you, save or kill you, fill you with love or hate, open or close your eyes; either way, it will send you into rapture, whether purely delightful or bittersweet. It gives Pisces a place to show who they really are beyond the fog.

(Check moon, Mercury, Venus, and Mars.)

anonymous asked:

Concept: Todoroki receives a text from deku at one in the morning. It is a youtube link to a video of an endeavor action figure being submerged in liquid nitrogen and shattered with a sledgehammer. The impact is repeated three times in slow motion despite the fact that the camera is very obviously not made for it. There are no other videos on this person's channel. The only clue is a brief flash of a heavily scarred hand displaying the figure at the very beginning before adorning safety gloves.

Todoroki texts back: “is he taunting all-might on social media again”

Midoriya: “talk shit get hit”

saturn ❖ jongin

You wanted to understand why that boy looked so disgusted by your presence and why he ran away so clearly from your body.


(gif not mine, cr to the owner)

fanfiction, high school love, jongin! ocd, fluff, smut (in future) | velvet

✎ He made love in the best way a man could, he did it as if making love was showing to her his true self. When he was making love he was different, he was messy, he didn’t check things twice, he was another person, his body was sinuous and not stiff, he was happy. When he made love to her he was free from his nightmares, from his mind. 

[Warning: If you’re not comfortable with the topic of OCD, please don’t read]


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