he is one of the most beautiful men ever

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“To me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.”

Doctor Who , Season 5 Episode 10 ,Vincent

Vincent Willem van Gogh ( 30 March 1853 – 29 July 1890) was a Dutch Post-Impressionist painter who is among the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art. In just over a decade he created about 2,100 artworks, including around 860 oil paintings, most of them in the last two years of his life in France, where he died. They include landscapes, still lifes, portraits and self-portraits, and are characterised by bold colours and dramatic, impulsive and expressive brushwork that contributed to the foundations of modern art. His suicide at 37 followed years of mental illness and poverty.

Van Gogh suffered from psychotic episodes and delusions and though he worried about his mental stability, he often neglected his physical health. His friendship with Gauguin ended after a confrontation with a razor, when in a rage, he severed part of his own left ear. He spent time in psychiatric hospitals, including a period at Saint-Rémy. After he discharged himself he came under the care of the homeopathic doctor Paul Gachet. His depression continued and on 27 July 1890, Van Gogh shot himself in the chest with a revolver. He died from his injuries two days later.

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Doctor Who––Series 5, Episode 10: “Vincent and the Doctor”

“Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?”
“Well… um… big question. But, to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly, the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved. His command of colour the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.”

This is Dylan Elise. He is an amazing, talented drummer and currently lives in the US from NZ. I have to say he is one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. He is a humble, gentle sexy man. Dylan is not gay/bi but I have share his because he is my ultimate crush. Imagine waking up to this man giving you gentles kisses? 😍I hope you too enjoy checking out this beautiful man.

you: omg dnp are so in love!!

me, an intellectual: dan and phil were two boys from england. one was so, so sad, and the other loved happiness and making other people smile.
so, naturally, the universe took it upon itself to pair up these two lost boys. and it did. it was the most beautiful thing the world has ever witnessed.
they go together like two fitting pieces of a puzzle, completing each other in the finest ways. the happy boy made it his priority to rid dan of all the sadness that clung onto his existence. so he did.
dan and phil are two men from england. one laughs the loudest out of the entirety of london, and the other sits next to him, always, staring lovingly at the boy he managed to save.

You don’t own me

Originally posted by baekoneggyeolk-ed

Summary: Danger is alluring. Danger is fascinating. And he sure as hell was a dangerous man. But you were more then willing to give yourself to him. Even though you had vowed to never let any man have you.

Word count: 2575 // It feels good too write a little longer stories from time to time

Warnings: This one is pretty soft but I plan the whole program. Violence, blood, death so be prepared ;) Oh and I may add a little smut in the future :D

Author’s note: So this is the annouced criminal/mafia-ish au! Not sure how it turns out. I want it angsty tbh but you gonna find it out while reading ;)  Never wrote something like this, so I’m really nervous. Please enjoy! ♥

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Most recent release: Satisfied


You hiked the black lace-stockings over your knee and secured them with the strap. You eyed yourself in the mirror.

“This is beautiful! I gotta buy it!”, you annouced overly happy. The saleswoman nodded eagerly with a pleasent smile spread over her face.

“You look fabulous, darling! Do you want me to box it for you or will you just keep it on?”

“As much as I would love to wear it right now, I can’t. Please pack it in for me.” She nodded and left. You turned back to the mirror. It looked like it was tailored just for you like it was hugging your curves perfectly and underlining your feminine charms. You loved lingerie. It made you feel powerful. And you sure as hell needed that power because to work as an escort wasn’t always easy…

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By Royal Decree (Part 13)

Summary: Royal AU; you are engaged to be married to the Crown Prince James Barnes. That’s the last thing you want, especially when you meet him and find out he’s the opposite of everything you had pictured. How will you get through it all?

Word Count: 1,770

Warnings: None.

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Bucky blinked and found himself staring at an unknowing Steve. He glowered at him. Imagining himself punching Steve had been great, but he knew that if it weren’t for the fact that they were in the middle of a meeting, Bucky would have Steve sprawled on the floor already.

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Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 4

Words: tbh does anyone even care lol

Tags:  @ghcstflower @mehrmonga @princessoftrash1234 @theamazingfeministunicorn@caswhatareyoudoingstahp @fanagelbagel @the-founding-fuckboys @batgurl32467@21phantasticromances @live-to-the-fullest18 @looneylovegoodx @onelastfic @sbobsessions @gonnamurderyou @goldensabriel @chvck-shvrley @insane-hamilton-imagines @justfangirlingaround

Warnings: nonneeeee

A/N: sorry i am taking so long to update, you know me (or well, you should know me by now) anywhoo, this was really fun to write and i hope you like it

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She guided the five of you into a small room, with a round table. You were nervous, your hands shaking. It’s not like magic was not discussed in your time, it was just not real. And the fact that she knew your name scared you, a lot. Hamilton looked over at you, noticing your trembling. He touched your hand, squeezing your fingers.

I’m here. He mumbled to you, giving you a sideways smile. His arm brushed against yours. You smiled back, turning to look back at the woman.

Her hair was long, almost reaching the floor. It was a strange color, a dark blue, with flicks of blonde. You got a sick feeling in your gut, and you felt like something was wrong. She did not look familiar, but you felt like she was untrustworthy, like you should run away. But the boys wanted to help you, and this was the best shot that you could take. It was your only chance on getting home and seeing your family and friends again. 

And finally take a hot shower.

She grabbed some mixtures, and passed a small mug to each of us. Lafayette sniffed it, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Laurens coughed, pushing it farther away from him. Mulligan looked into his, his eyes widening. You let go of Hamilton’s hands, looking at the puke green substance in yours. Hamilton’s was a bright blue, contrasting to yours.

“Not to be rude, but, what is this?” Laurens asked, eyeing his cup. The woman laughed, drinking hers quickly.

“It allows me to read whatever might come your way. This is a way for me to find out how Miss Y/N can get back home. Please, drink. It will not harm you.” The way she said her last words, made you slightly suspicious. You hesitated, looking at the color. Why did each of you get a different liquid? Shouldn’t it all be the same?

“I, how do I know if I can trust you?” You asked her.

“The lady seems trustworthy to me!” Mulligan said, the first to drink his. You widened your eyes, and he burped, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. His was red, staining the blue he wore. Lafayette looked at his friend, then at you. He drank his soon after, not making as much of a mess as Mulligan. Laurens did so, and Hamilton looked at you, drinking his. The woman looked at you, gesturing for you to drink yours.

You held your nose, drinking it on one go. It tasted like copper being poured down your throat. It was extremely cold, and you shivered, placing the cup on the table. The woman looked at all of you, smiling.

“The reason there was separate drinks for all of you, was to match your personality. Laurens’s was for Ambition, Hamilton’s was for Intelligence, Lafayette’s was for Valiance and Mulligan’s was for Meticulous. You, Y/N, was for Humility.” You still felt like she was not truthful. None of this makes any sense, and she’s not helping you. It seems more like she’s tricking you.

You looked over at Hamilton for confirmation on your feelings, but he was staring at her intently, not questioning anything. You felt your negative feelings slowly slip away, and you panicked. She looked at you, smirking.

“Miss Y/N, do you have something to say?” You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. You held your neck, confused. What the hell did she give you? “Now, everyone, I have to ask you a few questions. Hamilton, since you have met Y/N, have you believed her to speak the truth?”

You looked at Hamilton, and he seemed to be in a dream-like state, not even glancing your way. “I was confused, when I first met Y/N. I thought she was some sort of escort, but after speaking to her for a few minutes, I knew she was truthful. I trust her with every fiber in my being. I, I do not want her to leave, but if that is what she wants, then it must be done.” Your heart swelled at his confession. He wanted you to stay.

Why?

Your voice was still stuck, unable to say anything. You wondered why she did this to you all, since they were in fact cooperating. The woman then turned to Mulligan, a smirk on her face.

“What about you, Mulligan? How do you feel about Y/N?” She dropped the miss from your name quickly, her fingers tapping on the table. You tried lunging out of your chair, but to no avail, your bottom stuck to the seat. Mulligan laughed, looking directly at you. You hoped that he wasn’t in a trance like the rest of the boys, but when his eyes met yours, they were glazed over.

“Y/N is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. Why would I not trust her? She is captivating. But I see the way she looks at Hamilton, I know she would not look at me the same. I’m not giving up, though.” He puffed out his chest, winking at you once. Your eyes widened. Mulligan liked you?

“Lafayette?” The woman asked, a grin appearing on her face. She was amused, listening to these men speak against their will. It was entertainment to her. You shaped your hands into fists, glaring at her. She barely glanced your way.

“Miss Y/N? She is interesting woman, very much. I, I am giving my trust to her.” He smiled. Even in the state that he was in, he still spoke broken English.

“Laurens? Last but not least?”

“Ahh, Y/N? I consider her my best friend already! She’s funny, she’s snarky, and she’s smart! Who wouldn’t trust her? She even believes in my idea to make the first black battalion!” He grinned, his smile from cheek to cheek.

The woman finally looked at you, pulling her hair back against her shoulder. “So, Y/N, it seems you have grabbed all of these handsome men, huh? You’ve barely known them for little over a day. What did you do?” She willed you to speak, and you were finally able to, glaring at her.

“Who do you think you are? Manipulating them this way? They just came to help me, no need to make them spill their guts.” She rolled her eyes at your spoken word, standing up from her chair.

“Oh, you poor child. Is this not how it works in the future? If you want something, you must give something in return. How about it?” She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“What makes you think I would give anything to you?” She laughed manically, her grin seeming to break her face. You tensed up, unsure. Mulligan dragged all of you into this mess, and you had no idea what you were dealing with. Honestly, you were just saying what a hero would say on movies that you watch. It seemed to work, though.

“Since I have you friends stuck in this state. So are you, by the way. I can make you talk, and I can stop it. Now, are you willing to pay for the information?” You debated in your head. You looked at all the boys, then looked at Hamilton next to you. He had a small smile on his face, but his eyes were empty, his personality gone. You couldn’t leave them like this, you had to help them. They came here to assist you on getting home, and they did not need this in their lives. They deserved more.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked, and she nodded slowly.

“I’ll give you a clue on getting home, and, in return, I’ll make Alexander Hamilton slowly hate you. It’ll start as soon as I give you the cure for them. You have to see him hate every piece of you, hate everything you touch and everyone you encounter.” She grinned.

“Why? How could this help you? Why do you want this?”

“Because, I want you to suffer. I want you to feel what I felt, when you did the same to me.” She sneered, an evil spark in her eye. You stared at her, more confused than ever. Who is she? You just met her today, what could you possibly do to hurt her?

But the way she stared at you, the way she looked at you as if you two had a history, made you think otherwise.

“Did we meet before?” She laughed, giving you a small bottle. You looked inside, seeing a clear liquid. Before you could ask anything else, she disappeared, leaving you alone with the three men. You gave the substance to the men. They blinked, rubbing their heads. Hamilton was the first to stare at you, confused.

“What happened, Y/N? How did we get here?” She was right, they did not remember a thing.

“We were just taking a walk, and you brought me here. Mulligan said that he knew someone that could help me, but we walked in, and no one was here.” You glanced around the room, seeing nothing but empty shelves and broken furniture. The only thing that was the same was the table in front of you.

Mulligan dragged himself over to the two of you, rubbing his temple. “This headache is killing me. Let’s go back to camp, before Washington really tears us a new one.”

“Agreed.” Lafayette said, patting Laurens on the shoulder. Laurens groaned, and you all walked out the house, closing the door behind you.

You put the container you had in your pocket, walking alongside Hamilton. He was standing with a foot between the two of you, completely different from when you all were sitting at the table. You wondered if this was just the beginning of the spiral that the two of you would go through. You looked at Hamilton’s face, and gave him a smile. He gave you a small nod, the smile on his face unseen.

Your heart was in your throat, and you turned away from him.

The five of you made it back to the camp quickly, making it just before six in the morning. The boys ran off to their tents to change into their uniforms, and you stayed behind, sitting outside Hamilton’s tent. You wanted to talk to him, you wanted to see if the curse that that witch said was true, but he seemed to avoid you, like the day before was just another.

Mulligan still joked with you as much as before, and you clung to him instead, ignoring the ache in your heart. After a few days of silence and quiet tents, Hamilton sighed, looking at you sitting on the makeshift bed. He didn’t bother moving you like he did before.

“Y/N?” He said, finally speaking to you after a week. He dropped the miss right after he woke from the magic, and you pretended that he just actually listened to your requests. You jumped at the opportunity, smiling at him.

“Yes?” You asked.

“Did you ever think about moving to the other men’s tents? It’s not like we are friends, and you have grown to be quite a nuisance.” Your smile faltered, looking at him. He looked annoyed, different from the man you met not too long ago.

You looked at your hands. “I have not bothered you this whole time, Hamilton. I’ve stayed quiet, I haven’t said a word. And even if I tried, you’d just ignore me.” He placed his quill on the side, staring at you.

“We have not found any clues on how to get you home. Making casual conversation is pointless, since you may be gone any day now. There is no purpose in me being kind to you, even if you are beautiful. I am attracted to intellect, not looks.” You twitched, unable to hide your frown.

You knew this was just all in his head, that this lady (who did not give you a clue to get you home yet) has done, but it hurt. He was so much kinder to you in the beginning, and seeing this side of him, it just, it hurt. “You know what, fine. I’m leaving.” You grabbed the clothes that you borrowed from him, and began walking out. Before you left, Hamilton called to you. You turned back, looking at you. He gestured towards the clothes in your hand.

“I may need those later, Y/N. You can give them back now.” You glared at him, throwing the clothes in his face. It almost touched the lit candle on the desk, and he widened his eyes. “You, you almost burned down my whole tent!”

“Good riddance.” You mumbled, walking out. You hoped he didn’t see the tears staining your cheeks.

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YOU ARE MY WHITE BEAUTY (Negan x albino reader imagine)

Summary: Y/N is the only one in the whole sanctuary who is an albino. Negan is a fan of her beauty. But the days in the sanctuary are not easy for her because some saviors are mobbing her. What will Negan do?

(English is my third language but I tried my best. Sorry for grammar and word mistakes)

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Y/N has been in Sanctuary for 2 weeks.
Dwight had found her in the woods. She was alone and hurt. Now she worked in the Sanctary for points. But she was different. She was not like the others. She was an albino. The only thing she saw in the mirror was white only white.
She had heard a lot about Negan, but she had not met him yet.
One morning she was woken up by Dwight.

“Come on you have to clean up Negans room”

She stood straight up and changed her clothes. She walked with Dwight through the long corridors

“You will not touch anything else besides your work, have you heard me?”, said Dwight with a strong voice

“I am not deaf, and I am not interested in men’s affairs”

Dwight looked at her angrily.
When they arrived in Negan’s room, she looked around the huge room. It was so nice. She had not seen such a beautiful thing for a long time. A huge and probably very comfortable bed.

“Stop looking around and do your work”

Dwight went back again 

She stayed in the room and began to clean up Negan’s bed. He was probably awake. At that moment, Negan passed through the corridors and held Lucille in his hand. When he arrived in his room, the door was open. He slowed his steps. When his room became visible, he saw Y/N.
He was admired.
She was so beautiful, so fantastic. He walked slowly into the room and looked more closely at the girl. She did not see him, she folded the blanket. He knocked with Lucille on the door frame, Y/N frightened and looked quickly at him.

“What do we have here?”, he said in a calm voice.

She was ashamed and looked down He went with loose steps to her until her faces were only 1 cm apart. He grabbed her chin and lifted it so that she looked into his eyes. 

“Look at this beautiful angel”

He went smelled her smell

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

She said nothing

“Ou our beauty is mute ha?”

“Y/N”

“There she is, you are not mute, I knew it”

“No I’m not”, she said in a shaky voice

“You look pretty pale honey, are you okay?”

“I’m not pale

“What is it then honey”

“I’m an Albino”

“Albino? What the hell is an Albino?”

She was shocked that he had no idea what an Albino was.

“O , you don’t really know what it is?!”

“No, but maybe you can make an explanation”

She took a deep breath and began to speak

“Albinism is a condition some people and animals are born with. This condition is caused by a lack of pigment (colour) in their hair, eyes, and skin. A person or animal with albinism is called an albino. Many albino people prefer to be called a “person with albinism”. There are ten different types of albinism.
People with albinism can have white or light blonde hair. They can have very pale skin. Their eyes are blue, or rarely pink-ish. People with albinism can have problems such as bad vision and getting sunburnt easily. This is because people with albinism have less pigments in their eyes, skin and hair.Albinism is rare in the United States. One out of every 20,000 people in the United States has albinism. There are about 15,945 people in the United States who have albinism”
(Internet:)

When she was finished she took a deep breath and said,

“Oh no I forgot to breathe again”

Negan laughed and was shocked that she did not worry about her own situation. She acted like everything was normal.

“Where do you know this everything?”

“Wikipedia”

He began to laugh

“You are a smart girl and you have humor. I love girls like you?”

“I-I-I have to go”, she said in a shaken voice

She broke from Negan’s grip and walked away with quick steps until she heard Negan’s voice behind her.

“I would be very glad if you would visit me again”

“If I would not disturb you sir,” she said politely

“A come on doll it would be an honor for me”

She smiled at him and disappeared. Negan lay down on the bed, thinking about her beauty.

The weeks passed and Y/N and Negan got to know each other more and more.
Negan could not tell his feelings for her because she was a very shy girl. He wanted time.
One evening Y/N wanted to get something to eat and stand in the line.
There were a lot of people in the Sanctuary who were making fun of her, but she did not care because she was bullied at school too.
It was normal for her. But today it was too much

“Hey, you’re immune, or something why did not you turn to a walker, when were you bitten?”

A Savior said loudly and laughing

She turned to the voice 

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you kidding me look at your death skin. It’s so pale that I sometimes think that they have forgotten to bury you. When did you die tell the truth? ”

Many men began to laugh

“Where is your color sweetheart?”

“How old are you actually because your hair is so white How much 100???”

She had slowly tears in her eyes

“Sometimes I think if you’re a human being or an alien?”

They laughed more
They suddenly heard a whistle and a knocking. It was Negan. He had heard everything.
He quietly called Dwight to his side

“Everyone who has laughed at her and bullied her, you can throw them out to the walkers, they’re hungry,” he said almost screaming

The men becoma scared and went to Negan 

“Negan please, we were just having fun, please do not do that,” they said panicky Negan raised his eyebrows

“Fun?”

He looked at Y/N and saw the flowing tears.

“If that was so funny, if it was really fun, why is she crying?”

He said seriously, looking at the men badly.

“I’ll tear anyone’s tongue out that says her something bad. No one can hurt her in my sanctuary, but if someone does they will be punished" 

Simon and Dwight pulled the men out to the walkers.
The men begged Negan, but Negan’s decision did not change. When they were completely gone, Negan held Y/N’s hand and led her to his room.
They sat down on the huge bed. Negan took her face between his hands and wiped her tears with her thumbs.

“Be proud of yourself.”

She looked at him with wet eyes

“I’m ugly”

He was shocked. How could she say something like that. She was the most beautiful woman he ever see.

“Hey hey hey I do not want to hear this again, I love your white skin, I love your rarely pink-ish eyes, I love your light blonde hair, I love your color. I love you the way you are ”

He hugged her, stroked her hair as she cried even more.

“Sssshhhh, I’m with you now, I’ll never leave you in my life, do you hear me, I promise you”

“I love you,” she said in a weeping voice

At that moment, Negan’s men were eaten outside by the Walkers.


Note: Be proud of who you are. Don’t be ashamed. Albinism is beautiful❤

Model: Beata V.

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… to me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

Kurt's so having wings

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Finding comfort in knowing that the other understood what it’s like to have a physical mutation, and having people stare or make comments.

He calls you his angel

The first time that he saw you, he thought that he had died, gone to heaven and not realised, until Peter poked his arm, a goofy grin on his face.

When it’s raining you’ll cover the pair of you, like a feather umbrella

He realized early on in your relationship that you didn’t like much attention brought to your magnificent wings, so he tends to focus his compliments on things like your eyes.

You have received a fair few devil and angel comments when out and about

As it’s uncomfortable to lie on your back, you usually end up snuggled up to kurt’s side. Not that he minds
You have been dubbed the cutest couple of Xaviers
Kurt swears that you have a halo to match
You have to alter your clothes to accommodate your wings, so you alter kurts trousers for his tail as well

Wrapping you both up in a cocoon of soft feathers

He eases any worries that you have about your appearance, insisting that you are the most beautiful person he has ever seen

He likes to stroke your wings

He thanks god every day for sending one of his angle’s down to earth

He will bare his teeth at anybody who dares to make a rude comment about his angel

 

I didn’t realize how much I had missed think little blueberry

Have a great day and be safe

One thing i love about sinbad in snb more than magi is that

He feels more human.

In magi we’ve only ever known sinbad as one of the world’s most powerful men, conqueror of seven dungeons.

Built one of the world’s most beautiful and peaceful nations

and commands the world’s most powerful alliance.

A singularity and a  man who holds so much power that doesn’t have to rely on anyone and can make anything possible. In a sense for the majority of magi  sinbad has always been presented as a “godly” figure.

But in Sinbad no bouken we see the exact opposite. We see a naive, vulnerable little boy who has no power and has to continuously rely on others for help.

He struggles to make his dream a reality, there are consequences to everything he chooses to do.

Some of those bring about life long lessons but also there are others which could result in life long trauma.

We see an innocent boy whose lived confined to a small tiny village for the majority of his childhood expanding his sight of the world. Learning about the world around him, of the harsh cruel nature of reality and also the beauty of the wider world.

All of this makes sinbad feel so much more human and relatable than his magi self. I’ve always loved sinbad from when he was first introduced in magi. But i dont think i would love him as much as i do now if it wasn’t for snb. And i can say for certain i would not feel and be able to understand where sinbad is coming from in the final arc if it wasn’t for snb.

So bless this story for providing a whole new perspective on sinbad and revealing a deeper part of sinbad’s story and that is not of a powerful man but  of a young boy who experienced a living hell his whole life. A broken man whose made so many mistakes in his lifetime and has lived a traumatized filled life but also a man who also experienced many happy, joyous moments and adventures that came to shape who he would grow up to become.

im jaebum is one of the most beautiful specimens I’ve ever seen, period.

A War Fought at Home

Corporal Natsu Dragneel has been through Hell, and unfortunately for him, the ride isn’t quite over. How will a new Rehab program at the local VA help? And will a certain blonde help make matters better? 

Modern Military AU. Warnings for mentions of depression and adult language/situations. Other warnings to come as the story progresses. Cross post on AO3 and FF.net. 

“Come on, dude, you know you should go.”

Natsu Dragneel struggled to sit up in his queen-sized bed, the rays of sunlight causing him to squint as he moved about. He threw off the red and black striped down comforter and breathed in as deep as his lungs could manage. His pain killers from overnight were already starting to wear off and the sharp sensations were attacking him every time he forced his legs to move so much as an inch. His chair was in front of him, beside the bed as it had been since the day he was released from the hospital. Gods how he hated that thing. All it did was remind him of who he used to be, back before it all happened.

Summoning all his strength, Natsu lifted himself from the bed and plopped himself down in the wheelchair, taking a minute to collect himself before making his way toward the door. Looking in the full-length mirror beside the closet door, across from his bed, he was greeted by the image of a man he hardly knew. His hair was long and shaggy, he still had his muscle from years of physical activity and training but they weren’t nearly as defined. His eyes, once a bright emerald green were now a dingy shade of forest green, almost black and lacking emotion. He was wearing Marine-issue sweatpants with a black tank top, his tattoos swirling over his shoulder and right arm. Above the mirror hung multiple medals and certificates from his years of service but all they did was make him angry. If he could stand to remove them, he would have, just so he didn’t have to relive the bullshit over again every single day.

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Drabble Inspired by ‘The Little Mermaid’ by Hans Christian Anderson.

Deep in the seas of a planet with forest and ocean lived a mermaid prince. He had the largest, darkest tail of all, with ebony fins and scales that glistened crimson when exposed to light. His chest was adorned with pieces on his shoulders and wrists that only royalty could wear. Upon his mane sat a great crown.

In his hands, he was always holding a trident with red horns. This weapon was a gift made for him personally, and there were no others of it in the entire galaxy. This weapon could slice through rocks like a knife through paper. It was the perfect weapon to keep him in power and his enemies at bay,

His name was Kylo Ren.

Predators several times bigger than his black coral castle would swish out of his way when he came by. In his presence, the bravest man would tremble.

He had everything he could ever want, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Being the king, he was able to swim up to the surface to study the above world. The forests, buildings, and cliffs did not interest him in the least. If you asked him what the surface was like, he would tell you that you might as well stay in the water because the surface is bland.

Until he saw her.

She was always sitting by the shore at night, looking at the stars, daydreaming. 

He was never able to get close enough to her without the risk of being seen. Even with his blending skills, she would still hear him. 

Just from seeing her once, he believed she to be more beautiful and fascinating than anything in the deep. Whenever he had the chance, he would come up to the surface while she sat on the shore. She was always there at night, and sometimes, in afternoons.

Kylo Ren was a king, yet he couldn’t persuade himself to speak to her. What if he frightened her? He could have cared less if his species was exposed. He’d let the merfolk go extinct if it meant getting one close look at her. 

Living under the same waters but claiming different floors were the crolutes. Unlike merfolk, crolutes were able to walk among the surface, as they had legs. But they were dastardly and ugly. While they looked thin when wet, their bodies would inflate as they dried, making them look like walking blobs.

Unkar Plutt was their king, if anybody could call him that. In his society, money determined who was in power, and he was the richest of them all. He too always got what he wanted.

And he too had eyes for the girl, and since he saw her first, he believed she was his to claim. Unlike Kylo, he made himself known to her. She was repulsed and disgusted by him, turning him away each time with threats. One day, Unkar had enough.

It was a good thing Kylo was near the last time Unkar faced the girl. When he surfaced, Kylo didn’t see the girl in her usual spot, but he swore he could hear her. 

She was swearing and spitting and threatening whoever she was with. He heard her mention Unkar. The merman propelled himself to where her voice was louder.

Looking up, he saw she was on top a cliff, locked in Unkars grasp.

“I’m not asking you anymore!” Kylo heard him yell. “I’m tired of waiting for you to say yes on your own!”

Grasping her tightly, he backed away, then hurled himself forward to shove the girl off the cliff. Had she not been falling from a height so great, she’d still be cursing him.

Her body slammed into the water.

The sea king wasted no time, diving under the water and propelling towards her. As she sunk down, he realized she couldn’t swim. When he saw the blobfish jumping in after her, he flicked his tail faster.

No, he would not let him have her. The girl was too enchanting and astonishing to be taken by a nasty crolute.

As Unkar was about to grasp her, Kylo used his trident and fired at him. Since the weapon could easily cut through rocks, it had no trouble ripping through Unkar, splitting him in two.

By the time Kylo reached her, her eyes had closed. He enclosed her in his arms and jetted to the surface at light speed.

Once there, he looked down at her as he held her close. Her pulse still beat though her eyes remained closed. Sweeping her towards the shore, Kylo placed her gently over the sand.

This would probably be the closest he had ever gotten to her. After they parted, he would think of her every day, not even knowing her name.

His fingers gently brushed against her cheek and neck. She was even more beautiful up close. Why did she have to be human? Why was it, that the only time he ever showed interest in someone, they were of a different species?

Before saying goodbye, Kylo kissed the womans wet forehead, slicking back some hair strands that stuck to her face. Reaching for his tail, he picked off a scale to give to her. Maybe, if she had seen him for a moment, it would remind her of him.

Once he looked upon the girls face, her eyes opened. Kylo thought she would scream, but she was still. Probably still weak from before. But her eyes, oh, those eyes. He had never seen hazel until that moment.

“If only you were a mermaid,” he said. “I’d make you my queen and be your devoted servant. You would live in my grand palace with me and sit on my throne. You will have the most beautiful pearls and gems to wear and a tail like no other, so the other mermaids may envy you. I would place a crown of gold upon your hair and let the entire ocean know that you’re mine.”

She looked at him as if nobody ever spoke to her that way before, like she wasn’t used to being charmed. Then he realized right there that no one ever had. The girl was confused, as if she didn’t know how to respond.

“What would I call you?” 

“Rey!”

Kylo looked up as he heard a mans voice. No, two mens voices. 

Not wanting to be seen by human men, Kylo slithered back into the water and took off. 

So her name was Rey, like a drop of golden sun. He liked it.

Hiding behind a rock, he saw two men help her up. Before they were able to carry her off, Rey looked back at the water, as if she were looking for somebody. 


Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed this mess. <3

  • <p> <b>pierre, to andrey:</b> dear andrey,<p/><b></b> dear old friend, how goes the war?do we march on the French splendidly? do our cannons crack and cry? do our bullets whistle and sing? does the air reek with smoke?i wish i were there, with death at my heels<p/><b></b> dolokhov is recovering, he will be all right, the good man. it should have been me, i am a most ridiculous man. and Natasha is in town, i hear she is more beautiful than ever. how I envy you and your happiness<p/><b></b> here at home I drink and read and drink and read and drink. and I fill my mind with rot, while my heart is empty. and I've been studying the cabal and I've calculated the number of the beast. it is napoleon! i will kill him one day, he is not a great man, none of us are great men. we are just caught in the wave of history. nothing matters, everything matters, it's all the same. if only I could not see it, this dreadful, terrible "it"<p/><b>andrey, to pierre:</b> dear pierre,<p/><b></b> chill<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Can you do a cute Bughead fluff where they're married and have a toddler and have a cute family day and the toddler says "Mommy" and "Daddy" a lot! Sorry this prompt is so confusing😂

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“Cody! That’s such a good boy! Momma is so proud of you!” Betty bounced her one year old son on her knees, kissing his cheeks and smearing the banana all over her own face.

Jughead walked downstairs, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at his little family.

“What are we proud of today?” He asked, surprising Betty and causing her to whip towards him, lifting up Cody and holding him out to Jughead

“He ate a whole banana! The whole thing! He was a hungry little bug today!” She looked down lovingly at the baby in her arms. He pressed a pudgy hand to her cheek and beamed

“Momma” he giggled. Betty nuzzled his hand and nipped at it, causing him to break into laughter.

Sometimes Jughead thought his life was too good to be true, he had the most patient, kind, beautiful wife in the world and his son was his pride and joy. He was such a good boy, he hardly ever cried and Cody loved his family, his mother was the light of his life and he looked at his father like he hung the moon, no one except Betty had ever looked at him like that and It was one of his proudest accomplishments. The dark haired, twenty five year old had published three New York Times best sellers and was on Peoples “top 20 men to look out for” list, Betty owned her very own Veterinary clinic in Riverdale and was one of the most prominent features in the tiny town, she put together bake sales for the elementary school, was head of the Riverdale Big Brother Association, and she was the co-chaperone of The Blue and Gold, next to Jughead of course.

“Momma! momma!” He looked over to see Cody sitting on the floor clapping his hands in his play pen while Betty arranged his toys and ruffled his mop of dark hair.

“Momma has to wash off all this banana, as yummy as it is, I’ve got a hot date with a golden retriever this afternoon and the only messy kisses I want today are from my two favorite guys.” She winked at her husband as she headed for the kitchen.

At the mention of Golden Retriever, a mess of white fur flew past Jughead and nudged at Betty’s legs

“Hi hotdog, good morning. Now you wanna be friends? Last night you only wanted to cuddle with daddy, I see how it is! You only want me for my banana!” She scratched behind his ears.

“Daddy!” Jughead tore his eyes away from his perfect wife and looked to his son

“Hi bubba.” He picked up Cody and smiled as his son dropped his head to his neck, “tired?” He asked as Cody nodded , before pulling his head away “daddy.” He said seriously. Jughead had to bite his lip to keep from cracking up. Cody only knew the words “yes, momma, daddy and Hadag(hotdog)” but that didn’t stop the one year old from having some pretty serious conversations with his parents.

“Yes of course, that makes perfect sense.” He nodded. satisfied, Cody nudged gently as Jughead placed him back in his pen, turning to walk away he heard the tiny little voice, exasperated, “daddy!”

Jughead turned around and smiled adoringly
“Of course how could I forget.” He bent down and placed a kiss to Codys forehead. The little boy grinned up at him before hollering
“HADAG!”

The big pile of fluff came forward and licked the babies face causing him to squeal in excitement. Jughead smiled and rubbed the dogs nose “good boy.” He whispered before heading into the kitchen, walking Over to Betty and wrapping his arms around her waist
“Good morning Juliet.”

She turned slightly in his arms and smiled up at him
“Good morning handsome.”

He placed a kiss to her neck and smiled when he felt her visibly shiver, even after four years of marriage they were still as in love as they were when they were sixteen.
“I thought you had today off?” He whispered as she turned in his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck “I did, but Moose And Diltons golden Retriever apparently has a cold and they called the clinic last night, I swear Juggie, it was like the stress of this dogs cold was enough to drive them to divorce, I’d like to prevent that.” She cringed at the memory of Dilton screaming and Moose practically in tears.

“Thank goodness they don’t have a baby.” He snorted, pushing a strand of blonde hair from her eyes.

“Hey, I wouldn’t say anything mister, remember when Cody got his first bloody nose? You made your dad spend the night because you were afraid neither of us would be able to drive Cody to the hospital.” She raised a brow as he blushed.

“It was horrifying and we were both in hysterics.” He shrugged.

“And I love you for it.” She pressed a kiss to her husbands lips and his hands tightened around her waist. “What do you say we drop Cody off at my mothers tonight? Polly said jay jay has been dying to see his little cousin again and I’ve been dying to try a new recipe, what do you think?” She dropped her lips below his ear and he groaned audibly
“Sounds like a very very good plan.“he whispered, picking her up and dropping her on top of the counter, his lips attacking hers as her hands tugged at his hair.

"Momma, Daddy!” The tiny voice broke them out of their bubble and Betty hopped down.

“To be continued” she giggled, winking as Jughead smiled dopily, leaning against the counter and sending a quick Thankyou to whatever being up above had let him have this life.

More Than Enough (Fic Request)

Tumblr fic request for the beautiful and awesome @buckyoakenshieldxo Thorin x Reader pairing. This is my first reader perspective fic so go easy on me.

You are depressed, feeling unworthy of Thorin’s love and have not yet conceived an heir. 


More Than Enough

You had been married to Thorin now for almost two years, and whilst you smiled every day, wanting to present the facade that you were enjoying your life as his wife and Queen, a gaping hole was still sitting in your gut. The grey clouds of self doubt, sadness and feeling unworthy had descended again. These were the same clouds that had been ever present in your previous life where you had grown up, never feeling good enough for anything and never feeling as though you belonged. Your rational mind kept trying to regain control, telling you that all Thorin had done was make you feel welcome within the kingdom, helping you gain respect from the people of Erebor. And so far it seemed to have been successful. The people loved you, always smiling, bowing as you walked on by, your gowns sweeping past them. The Dwarf children would stand in awe. “Isn’t she beautiful, Mama?” the little ones would say. But you never felt beautiful. You felt as if your very presence in this place was forced. And those little Dwarf children were always a reminder of the disappointment you presented to Thorin: the fact you had not yet conceived an heir for him. It was expected that you as Queen, and he as King, would produce an heir to one day take the throne when Thorin was gone from this world.

The last few days and you had avoided contact with other people, residing in the huge libraries most of the time. Ori had been the only one who you had really spoken to as he had began cataloguing his writings in date order upon the shelves at the rear of the main library. He was proud of his work, having documented the re-taking of Erebor from Smaug and the victory at the Battle of Five Armies. You had seen the librarian shake his head as Ori had entered the huge hall each day, but smiled to yourself seeing him look so happy.

Tonight marked the two year anniversary of the victory at the Battle of Five Armies as it had been Durin’s Day two weeks prior. Everyone had enjoyed much merry making in the grand halls on the east side of the mountain. But you, as usual, had smiled, feeling as though you were breaking inside. Thorin had sat beside you, brushing his hand against your thigh at regular intervals, a constant reminder that he never liked to be away from you for long and just wanted to know you were close. You loved this Dwarf with your whole being, in its entirety, but that hate you had for yourself was pulling hard on your relationship with him. At night when he attempted to make love to you, and you pulled away, you would see the hurt in his eyes. He had only ever questioned it once, and you tried to cover your feelings by lying, telling him that the wound to your stomach that you had sustained in battle two years prior sometimes pained you. The lovemaking between you both had been amazing beyond words during the first few months of your marriage. Now, the pleasure had gradually dripped away, one drop at a time.

You sat in your bedchamber that afternoon, knowing that Thorin was overseeing the signing of new laws being passed. He had been too busy of late, it seemed, to enquire as to your whereabouts. You only saw him at night, and even then you were normally asleep before he returned. All you wanted was to feel whole again, to feel as though you belonged and were worthy of such a beautiful man. King or not, Thorin was the most honourable and loyal of men you had ever met. Everything he put his hand to was for the good of everyone else, never himself. Thorin deserved someone else; he deserved a woman who would give him an heir, who would be the emotional support he needed and be able to fully commit to being a ruler of the kingdom. Instead he had chosen you, and all you felt you were was a burden to him.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you sat motionless, watching the shadows broaden on the wall. Your whole body felt as if it were void of any energy any motivation to move. All you could do was stare at the wall and let the emptiness consume you.

You had no idea how long you sat there until the wooden door to your chamber creaked open. Quickly you brushed the moisture away from your face with the back of your hand, sniffing away any sign that you had been crying.

Thorin looked at you, questions rising in his eyes and concern mounting on his face. “My love. What is it?” he asked, approaching you. “You think that I have not noticed your distance from me, but every day it has cut me deeper.”

You looked up at him, feeling those words gnaw into your stomach. But as your eyes met, you looked away.

He got down in front of you on his knees, taking your hands in his and then pressing them to his face and kissing them. He kissed across your knuckles and then held your hands against his cheek, closing his eyes as he did so. “How can I take this away from you?” he whispered.

Tears came again, dripping down your face, and then you felt the tightness in your chest. The breath escaped you in short bursts, becoming painful. “I don’t deserve you. You should look for someone who can be what you need and give you a child.” Uttering those words felt as if the whole world had crashed down onto your chest and stomach.

“I want my wife,” Thorin wept, his voice breaking. “I want our life together and our love as it once was. I do not base your value on whether you can conceive or not.” He looked up at you, his face a sign of his brokenness. Thorin placed his head in your lap. “You are worth everything I could ever give or do.”

You brushed your hands through his hair, cradling his head. “I love you, Thorin. But I don’t deserve this life. I don’t deserve anything. I’ll never be enough”

Thorin lifted his head and then took your hands in his. “You are more than enough for me. You are my One.” He kept his eyes on yours as he spoke and then he brushed his right hand against the braid in your hair. “Do you remember when I gave you this?”

“Yes,” you whispered, mentally recalling the day you pledged yourself to him and he you.

“I walked out of this mountain, preparing for war against Azog, and you had followed me through a great trial. The sickness made me speak words I will always regret, but never once did you walk away from me. Never once did you doubt me. And it was in those moments when I re-gained clarity of thought from the sickness that I knew you were my One. I had loved you for some time, but it was in those dark days that you proved to me your worthiness as a Queen, and your loyalty to me. Let me be with you through this trial of yours. If anyone is undeserving, it is me of you. Do you trust me?”

“With every breath, Thorin, you know I do,” you replied.

“Then trust my pledge to you. Trust that every word I speak is truth and that my heart will always be yours. Whatever you need, I will do everything in my power to see it given to you. But please know that you are more than enough for me. I just want you beside me and to give yourself to me freely as you once did.”

Hearing the words coming from him and to see him so broken because of your grief, all of it made something break inside. A locked chest had sprung open, releasing the emotions you had concealed now for months. You leaned down to him, kissing him. And for the first time in many weeks, you felt a shiver of pleasure race down your spine.

Hunted {BTS Mafia!au}

PART 1 | PART 2

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now

Writer: Bom

Word count:1892

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N, daughter of the leader of the most reknowned mafia gang has caught the attention of Min Yoongi. Leader of the most feared mafia gangs. Word has spread that M.A.D is after her, will Namjoon be able to complete his task for her father?

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On love, lust, and other feelings (Sashea) - wordsmithmaybe

A/N: Hey:) This is my first time submitting anything on this blog, but I have my own blog where I have been posting rpdr fanfictions for a while now (wordsmithmaybe). I’m obsessed with lesbian sashea so I couldn’t help but write this 7k au fanfic!! I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know if you want a sequel x

(sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I’m slightly dyslexic, but i tried my best to proof read) 

P,S This story is inspired by my own experiences. I’m not trying to offend anyone or their religion. 

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