how did i not post this yet

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lately I haven’t been able to post art very often except on twitter, but here are some previews of illustrations I did for two separate mystic messenger zines!

the first is for the “let’s eat!” mm food zine (preorders are over unfortunately!) but the second is for the “day 12″ mysmes zine! preorders for the latter haven’t opened yet but they will soon! I hope you’ll be able to support them both! ^^

It’s also telling that Liam and Niall didn’t take pictures with fans at the wembley arena, while Harry did. He could have easily said no or remained hidden behind his bodyguards in the backstage and yet he posed with the fan/contestant/whoever she was knowing she would have posted it, despite his face and his eyes and the fact that you could easily tell how much he was suffering and that he cried a lot. I think he wanted to take at least one pic to confirm his presence there considering there’s not much he can do other than this unfortunately, and he knew he was not allowed to be anywhere else publicly around Louis last night. it was a subtle but very clever. The band also didn’t make it about them being there (they would have never, after all) considering they could have taken countless pics with backstage people and fans. I love this. I love that Louis is surrounded by people like them. 

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29.9.16 A rainy 9am lecture started my day today! I don’t know how I managed to get up, eat breakfast, make lunch, get dressed and get to my lecture in under an hour but I did! I went to the library between a couple of my lectures today to get stuck into some reading - I’ve got an essay about glacier cover to do already and we haven’t even had a physical geog lecture yet. I’ve put a load into the washing machine and I’m about to do some post lecture reading. Wish me luck! Might do a pub crawl later not sure! Xxxxx emily

min yoongi probably.....
  • Yoongi: did someone change the wifi password?
  • Seokjin: yes, i did
  • Yoongi: why
  • Seokjin: this group needs to stop being so dependent on the internet. so i changed it to something only i would kno-
  • Yoongi: it's '2pretty2die' isn't it
  • Seokjin: what? how'd you know?!
  • Yoongi: hyung you've been using the same password for everything ever since i've met you
  • Yoongi: i'm surprised you aren't a victim of fraud yet

Samantha Bee

One of my favorite things about [the Brexit piece] is that we had David Tennant reading Scottish tweets about Donald Trump. Here’s our text conversation [of how that came about]. We had been writing jokes about Sam doing accents terribly, so I texted her to ask: “How’s your Scottish accent?” And she wrote back, “About as good as my Australian accent.” I said, “Maybe we can get Patrick Stewart to do it,” and her answer was, “My agent reps David Tennant. Hold on.” In an hour, we were emailing David Tennant! [Laughs] He was on his way to the Broadchurch set and pulled over to the side of the road to shoot the video with his phone. That’s how our show gets made in a nutshell!

World Is Mine
  • World Is Mine
  • Mettaton
Play

i can’t believe mettaton is a fucking vocaloid

seriously tho i’m glad undertale utau covers are a thing bc i finally have a use for all those years of aimlessly screwing around in utau. thanks

the original song is by ryo, and i used a vsq by CheezItsAreYummy

colorsraging  asked:

I just started the game not long ago and I found u're blog and that is where I basically spend my night now!😂🤗(i love u're posts) I haven't read all of the posts, but I hope you did not have this one yet: what if the RFA members (+V+Saeran) get told that MC likes them. How would they respond? (to make it more interesting you could maybe add the fact that they are in high school and MC told them on a break)

I was dying to answer this because I wanted to say a big thank you. You don’t even know how this helped me when I was feeling a little down, now I’m happy again! I’m very grateful for those kind words!
This is going to be so fun to write! I really hope you like it and thank you for your request!

Please feel free to send me a feedback, if this is NOT what you wanted, I’ll do it again in no time!

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Yoosung

  • You’ve been liking this little cutie for some time now
  • It’s time to tell him
  • He’s one of your good friends, you two hang out a lot
  • People already thought that you two was a couple
  • When someone asked about this, Yoosung was so red
  • But the weird part comes when you say that you two aren’t a couple, the guy that asked said “Well, good to know you’re single”
  • You swear to god that you see death and anger in Yoosung eyes.
  • You’re a little nervous when you walk to Yoosung during lunch break
  • He’s red when he looked at you, you don’t know why again
  • You sit down next to him after greeting him
  • “Uh… Y-Yoosung, I have something to tell you”
  • You said already red and he gives you an awkward smile
  • “F-Funny. I have something to tell you too”
  • What a weird coincidence
  • “But you can go first”
  • He said, smiling, damn Yoosung
  • If he’s going to tell me about some girlfriend? About someone he likes? You’re going to look like a clown
  • “I-I….”
  • You’re lost in your own words, nervous about this, blushing like crazy
  • “I like you Yoosung..”
  • He starts to get red too, opening his mouth, but after that, he just smiles
  • “My turn..”
  • He got closer to you a little embarrassed too
  • “I like you MC”
  • Oh!
  • Things will be interesting!

Zen

  • Zen’s that guy every girl wants to date
  • They would hide in somewhere just to see him without his shirt on
  • Even if he always takes out his shirt
  • But he’s your friend too, and you have a little crush on him too
  • It’s better for you to confess your feeling to him, like this he’ll reject you, and you’ll move on
  • During the break, you’ve tried your hardest to make him come with you, for some privacy
  • He says “Wait for me guys” for his friends 
  • And some girls
  • When you two are walking to some place that was empty
  • Some thoughts come into your head again
  • He’s the most handsome boy in the school, have a lot of beautiful girls trying to date him, but you never seem him with any of these girls, he’s a romantic guy
  • You’re the only girl he’s a friend
  • And this makes you happy
  • When you two are alone, you are shaking a little, because you’re nervous
  • “MC… Are you alright? You don’t need to say it if you don’t want to..We can get back to–”
  • “ZEN I LIKE YOU!”
  • He’s taken by surprise, he widened his eyes
  • “…You what?”
  • You look at him, you started to think this was not a good idea
  • “…Me?”
  • He doesn’t seem to believe it, which is weird, he’s always saying that was “normal to people like him”
  • “I’m angry.”
  • The worst happens, he’s angry at you, you probably will lose his friendship too
  • While you were thinking about all of this, Zen got closer to you and puts one hand on your cheek
  • “I wanted to confess first”
  • You’re taken by surprised by this
  • And for the kiss that he gives to you after that

Jaehee

  • The two of you are friend for a pretty long time now
  • She is just so perfect, you can’t help don’t fall in love
  • And this feeling is crushing you
  • You don’t even know if she likes girls
  • But you have to tell her all about this
  • Or you will die in your own thoughts
  • She was in the library, .. Doing her homework
  • That was to be finished until next month, and she was already finishing it
  • Jaehee, this is a break
  • “Hey… Jaehee, I need to tell you something..”
  • “I’m a little busy right now MC”
  • You sigh, you’re a little sad by this, she just puts her pencil down and look at you
  • “I’m not busy anymore, you can tell”
  • Ok, the moment you were waiting for arrived
  • You two were talking really low because of the place you two are
  • Because of this she can’t scream angrily at you
  • This is good
  • “Jaehee… I like you”
  • You speak even lower than before
  • Even speaking like you’re whispering, looks like she listened
  • She looks surprised, she picks up her pencil and starts to write again
  • When you sigh, preparing to get up
  • She holds one of your hands with her free hand.
  • You two were girl friends
  • Now you are girlfriends
  • Yep, I’m starting to turn into Seven
  • Save me

Jumin

  • This was going to be tough
  • This was going to be a nightmare
  • This guy doesn’t even have any friends, you’re the only one
  • He’s always ruining someone’s happiness
  • But how the two of you are friends? Not even you know.
  • Jumin’s a little stubborn, but he’s very sweet with you.
  • Maybe because you’re his only friend
  • You’ve fallen for him.
  • Not because of his health like most of those girls, seems you’ve fallen for him because of who he really are
  • You’ve seen the true Jumin Han
  • Some people in this school doesn’t think Jumin can smile, but you already seemed it
  • You laugh at his jokes, listened to those cat talks
  • Everything
  • During the break, he was alone, like always
  • You always sit beside him and looks like he is guarding your usual place
  • He wants you there
  • You sit beside him, greeting him
  • He smiled at you, ready to show you some cute cat pictures
  • “Wait…I have something to tell you”
  • He loses that smile on his face, you’re nervous, trembling
  • Is not because you’re his only friend that he would be angry at you that you messed up everything
  • He’s young and extraordinary
  • You’re just young and ordinary
  • You’ve seen him rejects a lot of women
  • You’re nervous because of that
  • He’s so cold, you don’t think he would forgive you for this
  • But you have to confess your feelings for him
  • “I have been liking you for some ti–”
  • You’re interrupted with a kiss, you’re so surprised by this that you don’t even move
  • When he stopped kissing you, he just smiles
  • “I’m waiting for this for a long time now… Now you’re all mine”
  • You just can’t help but smile
  • And he kisses you again
  • But this time, you kissed him back

707

  • He’s so funny and sweet
  • You can’t help that you like this dork
  • He’s pranking everyone around the school so you don’t think he has a lot of friends
  • But enemies?
  • HE HAS, A LOT
  • People want to get their revenge
  • But they never seem to get him 
  • God 707 is never going to be caught
  • You love all about him, you laugh so much about his jokes and his pranks
  • You like him, and you’ll tell him about this
  • You’re walking around the school, looking for him
  • He must have been hiding after doing some prank with someone that is the twice his size
  • He can’t fight with anybody because he’s laughing so much about the prank that he can’t concentrate on punching someone’s nose
  • When you’re walking, someone pulls you to a room
  • It’s him
  • You’re so close to him right now
  • “I…I was looking for you, I have something to tell you..!”
  • “You can tell, after that, I’ll tell you what I’ve done to the principal office”
  • He says, laughing, you can’t help but smile
  • You will not wait for him to stop laughing, he’ll never stop
  • “I like you Seven…”
  • The color of your face, it’s the same color of his hair
  • He stops laughing almost instantly
  • But after some time he starts to laugh again
  • “MC are you trying to prank me? This one was good”
  • “I’M SERIOUS!”
  • He stops laughing again
  • “You know MC…I  told you that my dream was marrying in a space station, but it isn’t”
  • You don’t know why he is changing the subject
  • “…It isn’t?”
  • “No…My dream is marrying in a space station with you.”
  • He smiles
  • You two gets off of there, holding each other hand
  • And after that, you run together from some people
  • Good ending?

V

  • How couldn’t you don’t like this man?
  • By the way, I love him
  • Rika is not in this history
  • Thank god
  • He’s so social, gentle, everybody in this school likes him
  • He’s always taking photos of the school environment, even the principal likes him
  • He’s friend with everybody
  • But you’re a good friend, which means that he’s always giving you more attention
  • Sometimes is hard to talk to him because everybody wants to talk to him
  • Popular
  • During a break, you see him sitting alone
  • Is this a miracle?
  • You run to him, you have the chance to tell him about your feeling
  • You don’t think V would be angry at you with this, even if he doesn’t like you, he’ll be calm about this
  • Because of this, you’re not that nervous
  • “V..I have something very important to tell you”
  • He keeps looking at you, waiting, with all his attention
  • This makes you nervous right now, but you can’t lose this rare opportunity
  • “I like you V…”
  • He seems a little paralyzed at first, but after a few seconds he gives you a big smile
  • “ I like you too MC!”
  • You smiled back, and he gives you a short kiss, taking a photo of it with his camera
  • After that, he looks at the photo and he smiles
  • “This is my favorite photo ever!”

Saeran

  • Here we go
  • He hates everybody
  • You’re his friend, his only friend
  • But maybe he hates you too?Idk
  • When he compliments you, he gets red and then insults you
  • You don’t understand this man
  • But you don’t understand you either, for liking him
  • Are you a masochist?
  • Maybe
  • But you’ll tell him the truth
  • At the break, he’s looking around, probably looking for you
  • Cute
  • When he sees you, he just stopped looking around, and try to disguise the fact that he was looking for you
  • You greet him, and he just says a cold “Hi”
  • You’re already used to this, didn’t, but this time, this cold greeting make you a little bit uncertain about telling him
  • So you didn’t tell him
  • Until he was talking about ice cream, you love his passion for ice cream
  • “This is why I have feelings for you”
  • You say laughing, but when you realize what you just said, you widened your eyes
  • He’s redder than his hair
  • “S-Saeran… I…”
  • You don’t even have time to finish, he runs away
  • What have you done?
  • The other day, on the break, you were sitting by yourself 
  • But then you hear someone call you, more almost whispering
  • It was Saeran.
  • When you looked at him, his face is red again
  • “…Would you go with me to eat some ice cream..?”
  • You smiled
  • “Is this a date?”
  • His face got even redder
  • “M-Maybe..”
  • Yeah, it was a date.
  • Monsta x: *looking at the broken coffee machine*
  • Shownu: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
  • I.M: I did, I broke it…
  • Shownu: No, no you didn’t. Jooheon?
  • Jooheon: Don’t look at me, look at Kihyun.
  • Kihyun: What?! I didn’t break it.
  • Jooheon: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Kihyun: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Jooheon: Suspicious…
  • Kihyun: No it’s not!
  • Minhyuk: If it matters, probably not… Hyungwon was the last one to use it.
  • Hyungwon: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Minhyuk: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Hyungwon: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Minhyuk!
  • I.M: Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Shownu.
  • Shownu: No. Who broke it?
  • Jooheon: [whispering] Shownu, Wonho's been awfully quiet…
  • Wonho: Really?!
  • Jooheon: Yeah really!
  • Shownu: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

anonymous asked:

What do you think of a ravenclaw, huffelpuff friendship?

“Why are you so stressed?”

“Because I have an essay due in 5 hours that I haven’t even started yet!”

“What?! I did that last week! How come you didn’t get it done earlier?”

“I was writing a new song. And reading that new book I bought. And looking through old childhood photo albums.”

“Okay. Well this is 100% your own fault but I’m your friend and if there’s anything I can do to help just let me know okay”

“Love you”

(Don’t) Touch Me Like That: A Rowaelin Short Story

So here’s the first winner of the survey many of you guys took. ***Warning: Does contain mature content*** in case you weren’t aware. I spent 3 MOTHER FRICKING DAYS ON THIS. I gave up sleep, put aside my homework, everything. So I hope you all like it!

Please like and reblog, and feel free to tell me what you thought! I really did spend a lot of time on this so it means more than you could imagine having people appreciate it and tell me how much they enjoyed it. Alright, this post is long enough as it is, ENJOY!

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Aelin again read over the letter she had received just yesterday. She had read it so many times that she had now memorized the words. And yet, it felt as if she still couldn’t comprehend them.

“Aelin?” Aedion asked quietly.

She didn’t turn to him as she said, “Rowan and I will set out for Fenharrow tonight. I want you and Lysandra to stay here and watch over the apartment. We don’t want Lorcan to pay an unexpected visit.” It was silent for a few moments, and Aelin could feel Aedion’s annoyance at not being chosen to accompany her rolling off him in waves, but even he was wise enough to not push Aelin at this time.

As much as she didn’t want to, she knew choosing Rowan to go with her was the wiser choice. She would much rather pick Aedion.

When the Queen of Terrasen finally turned to her cousin, he read all that and more in her eyes.

Aedion nodded, eyes somber as he murmured, “As you will it.”

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Aelin stuffed an extra cloak, a few pairs of pants, shirts, boots, and sweaters to keep out the winter chill into her pack before clasping it. She didn’t need to pack too much as she and Rowan shouldn’t be gone long and she certainly did not want the extra weight on her as they traveled.

Just as she was finishing strapping on her knives, blades, and other deadly weapons, she felt Rowan’s presence behind her. But she didn’t pause, instead choosing to grab a few more daggers and sheath them at her thighs.

“Are you ready to go?” His voice was cold, stilted.

Finally turning to him, Aelin couldn’t look him in the eyes as she said, “Let’s go.”

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They had been travelling for three days, and Aelin had still not spoken a word to him. She hadn’t really looked at him, spoken to him, or acknowledged his existence ever since—Ever since that day. When he had pushed her away.

“Don’t do that. Don’t—touch me like that.”

Rowan shook his head as if to rid his mind of all the thoughts racing about in there. He hadn’t been able to stop replaying those moments before he had rejected her. How her eyes had seemed to glow with want, the warmth of her hand as she had caressed his tattoo…

And then the moments after. Hurt had flashed, unabashed and unexpected, on her face. He had hurt her. And then she had covered it up, made it seem like it was nothing but…He knew she was angry. He knew he had emotionally wounded her.

He knew all this…And yet he had yet to apologize for it.

“We’ll set camp here for the night.” Her voice cut through his thoughts. Rowan looked up, coming to the sudden realization that the sky was dark and now showcased thousands of stars winking down at them.

Rowan watched as Aelin hopped off her horse in one graceful, fluid motion before tying up the snow white mare as close to the peaceful river as she could. She stroked the horse as it drank deeply, and only left once she was certain the gentle beast was well taken care of.

The two of them silently set up their tents, and Aelin started a fire with no more than half a thought before she spoke to him again while she was rummaging through her pack. “I’m going to go freshen up in the river.”

And then she was gone again.

Rowan stared after her, only averting his gaze once he realized he could still see her as she began stripping off her clothes. He had not torn his gaze away fast enough to miss the maddening sight of the curve of her breasts as she had rid herself of her shirt.

His blood thrummed in his veins, forcing himself to close his eyes and take a few steadying breaths.

Gods, if he didn’t do something productive now, he’d end up joining her in that river.

And then lose his balls by her hand by doing so.

So the Fae Prince decided he’d go hunting so that they’d be able to eat something other than days old cheese and molding apples.

With his sheath strapped to his back and knives on every visible and invisible inch on him, Rowan set out.

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Insufferable bastard.

Rutting pain in my ass.

Aelin mentally swore at Rowan, cursing his very name to the pits.

It’s been days—days—since they last spoke to each other. And Rowan was so rutting proud, he wouldn’t even acknowledge her.

Granted, she was also paying as much attention to him as she would a spot of dirt on the street, but she couldn’t bring herself to so much as look at him while the aching in her chest was a constant companion.

No matter how many times she told herself that if he wasn’t interested in her like that, that it was his prerogative, she couldn’t help that feeling of rejection. Besides, Aelin thought as she rinsed her hair for the third time, how can I expect him to move on after losing his mate for gods’ sake? Aelin sighed. Of course she couldn’t expect him to move on so soon—if ever—from Lyria’s death. And it was selfish of her to do so.

A wave of guilt came crashing over her.

She’d apologize to him tonight. Make sure he knew that she understood, that she felt awful for blaming him for her misguided feelings. It was just that, for the first time since Sam, Aelin thought she had finally found someone who accepted her, who saw all her flaws and the monster she was, and cared for her despite it.

Perhaps Rowan did care for her, just not in the way she wished he did.

Aelin finished bathing and heaved herself out of the river.

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Once Aelin had finished dressing, she came to the camp to find that Rowan was ladling stew into a few bowls. She sniffed the air, swearing she could smell—Was that fresh bread?

She stopped at the edge of the camp, leaning against a nearby tree, arms crossed over her chest. “Well,” she said, being sure to sound mildly amused, “Who would have thought Rowan Whitethorn, famous Fae Prince Warrior, Death on Swift Wings, was also a chef?”

For a moment, Aelin was afraid he wasn’t going to respond to her. She was afraid that he was going to completely ignore her. And she knew that if he did that, if he were to truly not want anything to do with her anymore, then she’d endure it and put on a brave face, but—

But Rowan merely chuckled once and said, “Well are you good for anything other than running that mouth of yours?”

If things were like they used to be, she might have made some slightly inappropriate retort, but they were just now beginning to test the waters, and she did not want to screw up redeeming herself, so she only smiled slightly and came to sit across from him.

He passed her a bowl of the mouth-watering stew, still steaming, along with a piece of the fresh bread he had somehow gotten his hands on, and the two ate in comfortable silence for a while.

Finally, when her emotions were eating her up inside and she could no longer repress the words, she blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

Rowan stopped mid-bite. “For what?” He still wouldn’t look her in her eyes.

Aelin swallowed, but forced herself to continue. “For pushing your boundaries,” she said. “For crossing a line I didn’t mean to. And then blaming you for it. I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to—” she swallowed again. “I’m sorry.”

Rowan didn’t respond. He didn’t turn towards her, he didn’t speak, rutting hells—Aelin wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Rowan turned towards her. Aelin was embarrassed at the way her pulse thrummed when he finally, finally, met her gaze. She was sure he could hear the pounding of her heart, the shallowness of her breathing.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he breathed. “I should have…handled it better. It just took me off guard.”

She didn’t know when it had started, but Aelin suddenly realized that tears were pooling in her eyes. Rowan, too, seemed to notice, and at the sight of them, he only opened his arms, beckoning her, and murmured, “Come here.”

She dropped her empty bowl with shaking hands before making her way over to him. Aelin had planned on sitting beside him, but Rowan scooped her up in his arms and set her down on his lap. So close, she could distinctly smell the pine and snow scent that was him.

Aelin rested her head on his shoulder, and Rowan pulled her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed again. “I’m so sorry, Rowan.”

A few heartbeats passed, and Rowan’s only response was, “I missed you, Fireheart.”

She refused to allow him to see how much those words affected her, so she laughed and retorted, “You mean you miss all of our comedic and playful banter?”

“Banter? Is that what you call it? I’d say arguing was a better fit.”

“And I’d say that me always being right and you being wrong whilst refusing to acknowledge it is an even better fit.”

And so they sat that way for a good remainder of the night, until Rowan complained that his legs were beginning to fall asleep due to Aelin’s heaviness—she had smacked him, playfully of course—and they had bid each other good night before retreating to their tents.

Aelin slept better that night than she had nights previous, but her tent still seemed to be too cold without her Fae Prince at her side

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Two more days of riding, and though things were still a bit tense between the two of them, Aelin and Rowan were talking to each other again. It was at the end of the second day that they had stumbled upon a small village. The village was welcoming and inviting, with red brick buildings and local shops, friendly people.

And most importantly, an inn.

“We can lodge here for the night,” Aelin said. She didn’t mind travelling, but she was tired of sleeping on the hard ground and bathing in creeks and rivers and eating nothing but cheese, apples, bread, and whatever game she and Rowan had hunted.The thought of sleeping in a bed was so appealing, she had to restrain herself from making her horse go faster just to reach the inn.

The inn was cozy and warm, with a tavern off to the right and teeming with people. Boisterous laughter and the scent of pumpkin and cinnamon greeted them upon arriving, and Rowan and Aelin quickly scanned the space before Rowan said, “I’m going to go check things out. You see about getting us a room to stay in for the night.” Before Aelin could protest, he was off.

Aelin strutted to the innkeeper’s desk, ringing the little bell there and feeling eyes on her coming from every which way. Her hand strayed to a knife hidden beneath her cloak, but she made sure that the silver gleamed menacingly and in plain view. If anyone dared to be a bit bold and try to steal from her, they were going to find themselves missing a few fingers—Or perhaps a whole rutting hand.

The innkeeper, a small, plump woman with dark hair and light eyes bustled out, wiping her hands on her skirt before cheerfully greeting Aelin.

“I’d like a room for the night please,” Aelin said. “And, with two beds,” she added as an afterthought. As much as she and Rowan were beginning to mend their relationship, she guessed he’d prefer to have a bed of his own.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” the innkeeper breathed, and Aelin steeled herself for the words she was sure to say next. “All of our two bed rooms are full. But, there is one room available. Mind you, it does only have one bed, but—”

Seeing that the woman was getting quite flustered, and perhaps a bit frightened at the sight of Aelin’s hand on her knife, Aelin politely interrupted, “It’s fine. We’ll take whatever you can offer us.” The woman nodded.

Upon paying the kind innkeeper and receiving the key from her, Aelin walked back to the tavern in search of Rowan.

Good gods, there were so many people! Aelin had to push her way through, scouting for the Fae Prince. It took her all of five minutes before she found him in the more dimly lit part of the tavern, his back to her.

A pretty, curly-haired woman was pressed against the wall, big brown eyes just gobbling up the sight of the muscular warrior. Aelin could not hear what they were saying over the roaring in her ears, but she watched on in silent horror as Rowan lowered his lips to her ear, eyes straying to her considerable-sized breasts. The woman’s eyes seemed to darken with lust, and her hand went to his chest, feeling the hard, corded muscle underneath his tunic.

Rowan flashed her a lazy smile, one so few people were graced to see, and when the woman nodded upon him whispering something else in her ear, Aelin could take no more of it.

Just as she was preparing to leave the tavern, her gaze met with that of the beautiful woman. She nodded in Aelin’s direction, and Rowan looked over his shoulder, making direct eye contact with her.

Aelin wasn’t sure what would happen next, didn’t know if Rowan would simply dismiss her or go after her, but she didn’t care to stick around and find out.

Faster than a bat out of hell, she rushed out of the tavern, up the stairs, and found the room they were to be staying in for the remainder of the night.

The room was small, but cozy. There was a small wardrobe tucked into the farthest right corner, a door that led to the bathing chambers, a small fireplace, and a table. A considerable sized bed with fresh linen took up much of the space, if you sat on it and looked out, you could view the beautiful violet snow-capped mountains that seemed to go on for an eternity.

Ten minutes passed, and Aelin could do nothing but stare out that window. That is, until the door opened, and pine and snow overtook the room. The air was instantly stale, and the mixture of awkwardness and anger was a tangible thing.

“There’s only one bed,” he said.

Aelin scoffed and faced him. He looked for all the world like he had done absolutely nothing wrong and had no idea why she was behaving like a lunatic. “I told them we needed two beds, you insufferable bastard. This is the only room they had available.” Swiftly, she began ridding herself of her weapons, her freezing cloak. “If you’ve got a problem with it, you’re welcome to sleep on the floor. Or even better, you can change into your hawk form and find a nice nest for lodging.”

Rowan was still stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he said, “That actually doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.”

Aelin shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Then by all means, go do it. Apparently, I’m such an detestable pain in your ass that you’d rather go warm some other harlot’s bed than share one with me for a night.”

And there it was.

Almost immediately, Aelin regretted the words, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

Rowan’s brows furrowed and he took a step closer. “Aelin—” She held up a hand, ceasing whatever words were about to come out of his mouth.

“It’s none of my business, Rowan, whom you decide to have relations with, I know. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Rowan was silent as she finished stripping off her weapons, setting them on the small, wooden bedside table before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

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Rowan was an idiot.

A ginormous, gods-damned rutting idiot.

He should have known, should have thought about how the sight of him flirting with another woman, no matter what the initiative, would have affected Aelin. Especially, especially considering what he’d told her just weeks before.

“Rowan,” she had breathed and slid her fingers down the side of his tattooed cheek and—

Impossibly fast, Rowan grabbed one wrist and then the other, yanking them away from his face and snarling softly.

He dropped her hands as if they were on fire, stepping away.

“Don’t do that. Don’t—touch me like that.”

He had known, as soon as he had said the words, that he had hurt her in some foolish, unspeakable way.

And now…He could only imagine how it looked. That he would rather some random woman’s hands run all over him, rather share her bed, than be with Aelin for just one night.

The line between them had become so blurred once he had come to join her in Adarlan. It  was completely different between them in Wendlyn. They had fought and cried and laughed together. She had slept in his bed every night after she had nearly burnt herself out. And Rowan had not realized just how lonely he was until he would wake up in the middle of the night, hands searching for a girl who was not there. A girl who was half way across the continent, and had taken pieces of him with her.

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As Aelin bathed, she could not stop replaying all that she had seen just moments previous. The way Rowan leaned into that woman, how he seemed to want—crave—her touch. The way his eyes had freely roamed over her body, how her eyes had seemed to darken in response.

“Don’t do that. Don’t—touch me like that.”

Aelin came to the sudden, crippling realization that perhaps—Perhaps those words were not a general statement. Maybe they had been intended for her only. Was it not possible that just because Rowan did not want her hands roaming over his body, he would not mind the hands of another on him? That he did not feel for her in that way?

She finished bathing, wrapping herself in a towel before exiting the bathroom to find that there was food on the bed. Still warm, though not scorching hot so it had to have been sitting there for a little bit. Rowan, however, was absent. Fine, she thought, but Aelin could not deny that little twinge of hurt and disgust that was taking place in her heart.

She sat, still wrapped in her towel and began eating the meal without tasting it at all. She was so wrapped in her thoughts that everything around her seemed like a type of dream. Blurred and hazy around the edges with only one thing astoundingly clear.

It was moments later that Rowan came back, hands full with two cups filled with something that smelled distinctly like chocolate and a small tray that had to hold something sweet, as she could smell the cinnamon and pumpkin she had scented upon first arriving at the inn.

He set the goodies on the bed. “I went back down to get some hot chocolate and pumpkin spice tarts. The cook says they’re the best in all of Erilea.”

If this was his attempt at an apology, he was doing a shit job at it.

But she could never resist sweets, especially chocolate, so Aelin took a cup and a tart and began enjoying them without so much as a thank you. Rowan sat down on the bed, keeping a healthy distance before he delved into his meal. She took a sip of the hot chocolate—Gods, it was heavenly. And the tart was even better.

Somewhere in the middle of enjoying her third tart and second cup of hot chocolate, Rowan retreated to the bathing chambers. He was gone for no more than ten minutes, and Aelin had just slipped on a long-sleeved red button-down shirt when he emerged, dressed in nothing but a pair of paints slung low on his hips and his hair dripping wet, but tied back in a bun atop his head.

Aelin climbed into bed, forcing her eyes away from his half-naked form, and blew out the bedside candle with a murmured, “Goodnight, Rowan.”

She could tell that he was just standing there in the middle of the bedroom, staring down at her. But it was moments before his deep voice disturbed the silence of the room as he said, “I was gathering information from her.” He needn’t specify who. “She was a common city whore from the brothel down the street, Aelin. Nothing more.”

Lies. There was absolutely nothing ‘common’ about that woman. From her full, sinful lips and deep brown skin, to the full swell of her breasts and petite build.

“It’s none of my business, Rowan. It doesn’t matter.”

“But it does,” he said. “It does matter, because it obviously upset you. And I must say that I am sorry Aelin, for having hurt you. It was never my intention.”

It was silent for a few moments, the only sounds being the high-pitched whistling of the wind and snow swirling about outside, people preparing for bed, candles being blown out, before the entire inn seemed to grow completely silent.

“Good night, Rowan,” she said again. A few heartbeats passed before Aelin felt the bed dip on the opposite side, Rowan coming to join her.

Gods damn her, she couldn’t seem to even consider sleep when he was right there, when he was so close and yet so far away. So Aelin lay with her back to him, staring at the wall while hoping and praying for sleep to come and take her away.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

“Please tell me what you’re thinking.” Aelin knew it had to be well past ten, but it did not surprise her when Rowan’s voice disturbed the stillness in the room.

“Only if you return the favor.” He seemed to hesitate, but eventually agreed. “But you first,” she added quickly. Rowan groaned, and Aelin couldn’t help a small smile as he grumbled, “Fine.”

She heard him take a deep breath, as if preparing himself for a fight, noticed that he subtly cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’m thinking that Lysandra and Aedion are probably showing great strength in restraining themselves from tearing each other’s throats out. I’m thinking that the small innkeeper should back away from the door and go mind her own business.” At this, Aelin indeed heard a quiet gasp and then shuffling as someone hurried down the stairs. Her smile grew. “I’m thinking that not talking to you for that amount of time was starting to drive me mad, and I missed you like hell. I’m thinking that I’m one of the biggest fools that ever lived from having hurt you. And I would sooner cut off my own arm than make that mistake again.”

Aelin wasn’t sure she was breathing. Of all the things she had expected him to say, that certainly wasn’t it. So she turned around to face him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity…And found none.

She had so many things she longed to tell him. Things and feelings she had kept on a tight leash. A leash, Aelin realized, that had been loosening ever since she had seen him in that alley.

So she, too, took a deep breath, knowing that once she said the words she had been wanting to say for so long now, there’d be no undoing it. “I’m thinking that you’re an idiot, Rowan Whitethorn,” she replied. “And I’m an even bigger idiot for having fallen in love with you.” His eyes seemed to darken in the sliver of moonlight coming through the window. Aelin breathed, “Now you have to tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking,” his voice had taken on a dangerous quality. So low and guttural as he said, “That I want to kiss you, Aelin Galathynius. I want to touch you, I want to find out how your lips would feel on mine. How your hands would feel in my hair, roaming over my body, touching me.” His gaze went to her lips. He growled. “I want to take you on this bed. I’m thinking that I want to fuck you over that table, and on the walls, and in the tub. Over and over again until that sneaky little innkeeper is forced to kick us out due to noise complaints. Because I can guarantee, Fireheart, that you’ll be moaning—screaming my name at the top of your lungs. And you won’t be able to help it.”

Rutting hell’s.

Rutting hell’s. 

Aelin did not know when she and Rowan had inched closer, as if by some invisible force, but she realized that he was now close enough that she could reach out and touch him if she wished. Realized that their breaths mingled.

His words had her nearly gasping for breath, sent her heart galloping, her pulse roaring through her veins and pooling at her core. She could scent his want, his lust-filled eyes finally meeting hers again.

“Are you all talk, Rowan? Or can your actions actually back up your words?” He grinned, canines gleaming wickedly.

“Turn around,” he quietly instructed. She obeyed, wondering just what in all the gods’ names he could possibly do that—

Her thoughts cut off abruptly as his lips met her neck. His breath fanned over where her shoulder and neck met, kissing where her pulse thrummed. Aelin’s body stiffened.

His hands soon joined his lips, one grazing her bare thigh, the other slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Aelin’s eyes screwed shut. Just a whisper of his thumb caressing the inside of her thighs had her grinding against him, silently begging for more.

In one swift movement, he had her on her back. Rowan hovered over her, their bodies so close that his warmth seeped into her. His lips kissed, followed by a brief, sharp pain that was his canines biting her, claiming her, before his tongue—gods damn her his tongue—caressing the spot he had just bit her.

And he continued this slow, pleasuring torture all the way down her throat, until his mouth hovered over her breasts, peaked despite the lack of chill in the room. 

And then he took her right breast into his mouth, licking and biting as his hand massaged her other breast. Aelin moaned, grasping the sheets as waves of pleasure tore through her.

His name was a breathy whisper on her lips. Just when she thought she would find release, he stopped, instead continuing his torturous assault of leaving a trail like purple-pink flowers blooming upon her pale skin.

Rowan eased himself off the bed, kneeling before it, before her. His hands wrapped around Aelin’s ankles, pulling her towards him. Evidence of where he touched were left on the sensitive skin inside her thighs. He was going to drive her to the brink of insanity with those gods damned teeth of his. Aelin didn’t think he could pleasure her any more than what he already was.

But then his mouth hovered over what was between her thighs, and she felt his breath on her. And she could have sworn he moaned before his fingers began to pleasure her.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Feeling her wetness for him, scenting her wanton desires nearly undid him. Her golden hair sprawled out on the pillows, her hands grasping the sheets, eyes fluttering and chest heaving as he pleasured her. The way she tended to bite down on her lower lip to contain the moans she so desperately wanted to release. She was so beautiful. 

Aelin was aware of the fact, and yet still held insecurities. Rowan had noticed how her eyes had flashed with hurt and despair at the sight of him flirting with that other woman. He had noticed how her eyes roamed over the whore’s body, immediately comparing it to her own and wondering if he perhaps preferred those type of women.

He planned on eliminating every once of self-doubt she had.

Aelin’s hips bucked off the bed, craving more of his touch but he used his other hand to pin her to the bed. “None of that,” he crooned.

“You little—” Her sentence was cut off as she gasped at one of Rowan’s fingers entering her. “Shit,” she breathed as he slowly began to pump his finger inside her, his mouth caressing her thighs. He added a finger, feeling her clench around him as he began to move faster, faster. Her chest was heaving, and his name sounded like that of a gods when she finally found her release, her hips wanting to buck off the bed but being stayed by his hand. 

She was barely able to come down from the last waves of pleasure before his tongue darted out, tasting her. He had imagined how she would taste, but his imagination paled in comparison to the real thing. 

One of her hands went to his hair, holding him to her as she writhed and moaned. His hands and mouth took turns, tasting her, pleasuring her. 

“Aelin,” he breathed against her. And at that, she lost it once more. Her back arched off the bed, toes curling as she was taken again.

Her eyes opened, meeting his as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked her pleasure off them. Aelin’s body shuddered, riding out the last waves.

But when Rowan rose, making as if to join her on the bed, she held up a finger, stopping him as she raised herself to her knees. 

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Of all the things that had come out of Rowan’s mouth, wit matched with a sharp tongue, she had never imagined that he could have her nearly begging for release with nothing more than his teeth, hands, and tongue.

She held up a finger, stopping him. And he did so with a mixture of amusement and lust shining in his eyes. Her hands reached toward his naked chest, keeping his gaze every step of the way so that he knew, so that he could stop her at any moment should he wish.

“Get on with it, Fireheart.”

That was all the encouragement she needed before was on him. Pleasuring him as he did her. Her lips and breath on his neck, peppering kisses along his torso and leaving her mark on him. 

Rowan’s eyes had fluttered closed, nostrils flaring as she moved farther south, until her mouth was right above the waistband of his pants. She popped the button free—

So fast she hadn’t anticipated it, Rowan’s hands lashed out; One gripped both her hands, ceasing her advance, and the other lightly gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

For a moment she was afraid that she had gone too far. That kissing and marking his skin was fine, but him exposing himself in that way was off -limits. 

But then he lowered his lips to hers, and it was the answer to a thousand-year old riddle. It was the beginning and end of the universe and her body heated. It was hot—too hot—

An icy breeze swept through the room, blowing out the fireplace and kissing her heated cheeks. A hand slipped around her waist, and Rowan set her on the bed with a gentleness that made her heart stutter.

Aelin wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him down towards her, causing him to be flush against her body. She could feel the hard length of him through his pants and suddenly wanted him insider her now.

Again her hands went to the waistband of his pants, and this time, when she slowly began to peel them off him, he only growled that she go faster and stop teasing him. 

His pants joined her shirt on the floor, and Aelin’s mouth went dry at the sight of him–Fully naked before her. He was beautiful; every bit the Fae warrior underneath his clothes as she had imagined he’d be.

Their eyes met, Rowan lowering his head so that their brows met. He smelled of pine and snow and sweat, but her scent was there as well. Crackling embers and lavender wrapped around each other like the notes to a sweet melody.

Rowan nudged at her entrance, and Aelin bit her lip to stop the moan that had been about to pass from her lips.

“Get on with it, you bastard.” Rowan only chuckled, a sound she felt reverberate in her core before he entered her. Her nails raked down his bag, raising angry red lines as he pushed in, and in. And in.

He stilled, allowing her to adjust to his considerable length. 

Aelin closed her eyes, focusing on his breath coming out in hot, short spurts on her neck, his scent, the hard muscles of his back, his hands on her thighs, on how he seemed to fill every inch of her.

She breathed his name, and that was all it took before he slid out, then pushed back in. Slowly, at first. He worshiped her body, kissing her deeply as he moved inside her.

But Aelin didn’t want slow. 

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Her hips lifted to meet his and he stilled, snarling softly in her ear. “Aelin,” he said, almost as a reprimand. When he didn’t move, she lifted her hips again. “Open your eyes,” he softly encouraged. She complied, and when he pulled out before slamming into her, her mouth formed a perfect O, a strangled gasp leaving from her lips as he slammed into her again. And again. And again.

His mouth met hers, swallowing her sounds of pleasure as he lifted her in his arms, their bodies still connected. Her back hit the wall, her arms snaking around his neck, his gripping her thighs as fucked her, hard and fast against the wall as he’d promised.

“Rowan,” she said his name between moans and sighs.

“You’re mine,” he growled against her throat. “You are mine, Aelin Galathynius. And I’m yours. To whatever end.”

He pounded into her, so rough that the few pictures decorating the walls fell of, so viciously she swore the window threatened to shatter.

She could feel her release coming for her again, but she needed to say it. Wanted to say it. “I’m yours, Rowan Whitethorn,” she breathed. “And you are mine. To whatever end.”

“I love you,” he said, and those whispered words were her undoing. She shattered completely around him, screaming his name and not caring who heard. He continued to pound into her as torrents of pleasure tore through her, until he, too found his release and her name off his lips sounded like a man worshiping a goddess.

And when she could finally find her voice, she reciprocating the words she had held in her heart for all this time.

~.~.~~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

Rowan and Aelin got little sleep that night. 

He had fucked her, hard and rough against the wall again, bent her over the table and had his name leaving her lips the entire time. 

Then she had taken over, pleasuring him with her mouth, with her hands, with her teeth, and the sight of him coming undone at her doing was one she was sure would haunt her in her dreams for all time.

But then Rowan had lain her on the bed and made slow, sweet love to her. Hands roaming as he kissed her tenderly, the entire time telling her how he loved her.

But they had both grown so exhausted that finally, at nearly three in the morning, the two feel asleep, wrapped in each others arms. 

~End~

people talking about how lord of the rings and tolkien are not dark and edgy texts, that they are about the power of hope and goodness and light, and like, yes, true, but, but!!! 

one of the cool things about tolkien is the way he has this constant tension between an ethos of decline and despair and an ethos of hope, the way that he seemingly cannot escape the pull of the catastrophic turn even as he yearns toward eucatastrophe, the way that darkness and sorrow and hope and light are inextricably intertwined, two sides of the same coin

sorrow is inevitable but that does not mean hope is futile, there is good in the world but the world tends toward destruction

I could talk about this literally forever

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#I’m making this gifs set because some people still say/think that he screwed up #or that he intentionally killed Sam #they’re like ”PEWDIEPIE SUCKS AT UNTIL DAWN BECAUSE HE KILLS SAM. MY FAVORITE CHARACTER” #it’s like people gleefully ignore this particular part of the video #I’m like did you actually watch the video #or did you just skip to Sam’s don’t move parts and then just stop watching it the moment you see Sam died #Pewds is not the only one who has this issue with Until Dawn #yet people keep posting comments on how he “killed” Sam on his video AND other YouTubers’ comment section #it’s like people actually think he lied or something

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Felt like doodling my favourite hime in semi-realistic way, and tried to draw her with a braid in both semi-realistic et manga style way because I love braids♡

MYSME Headcannon: SaeyoungxMC ‘The Talk’

A/N: I felt like I haven’t posted a headcannon in a while…So how would Saeyoung & MC explain the birds & the bees to their kid? Well, I imagine it would go a little something like this! 


  • It was a joke. Saeyoung swore by it. And if MC ever asked that was exactly what he was going to say.
  • But the thing that he did not anticipate was that was that their kid would overhear said joke.
  • ~ “How do you make kids?”~
  • “What?”
  • ~ “What?”~
  • Of course he panicked b/c sh*t their kid shouldn’t have been asking these questions yet. They were only 5. & MC –Oh god, MC! If she knew that he let this slip in a sex joke he made toward Saeran… Nononono… SHE WAS GONNA KILL HIM!
  • ~ “Daddy?”~
  • Abort.abort.abort. Error_7-0-7, you done f*ck up.
  • “Umm…ah…well…mmm…”
  • ‘Come on, think!’ If Saeyoung wasn’t standing in a spotlight between his kid & Saeran, (The latter of which was laughing into his fist instead of helping him, the bastard!) he’d start banging his head against the wall for his utter stupidity. 
  • Never before had he so desperately wished for a time machine.
  • & suddenly an idea struck. A brilliant idea befitting a genius such as himself…
  • “What’s that?!” He yelled & pointed his finger behind his kid.
  • ~ “Huh?”~ The kid stops & turns to where their father was pointing.
  • Which is when Saeyoung took the opportunity to hightail it the hell out of there. (He could’ve left a smoke trail behind him, he left so fast.)

(Bonus!)

  • ~ “Mommy, how do you make kids?”~
  • PFFTTTTT! “WHAT?!”
  • It was the spit-take of year really. Phd. Pepper sprayed at across the table & hit Saeran in the face. Hilarious! & Saeyoung would’ve snapped a picture of it if MC hadn’t fixed him w/ the deadliest glare he’d ever received.
  • “Honey…” MC smiled from beside him. “What have you been telling our child?”
  • “N-Nothing, nothing at all.”
  • ~ “That’s not true. Daddy said that beating the main boss in LOLOL took less time than it did to make a kid…”~
  • “Did he now?”
  • (internal screaming)
  • (RIP Saeyoung.)

- Cassandra Pentaghast -

First off, I used one of the many beautiful screenshot from @inquizies as a reference for this portrait.
To @ladyblodeuwedd and @maharieel: I am SO sorry that I couldn’t get to your portraits yet. The last weeks have been very stressful and I rarely found the time to paint anything at all. I actually did the Cassandra painting way back in november and somehow didn’t post it. But at least that way I have something to show you before I go to South Africa for two weeks: Where I won’t be able to bring my tablet. So I’ll start working on you prizes next year… Again, I can’t even tell you how sorry I am. I just want you to know, that I didn’t forget about it <3
Have a nice day everyone and since I won’t be able to get on tumblr while I’m on vacation: Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to all of you! <3

7x11 - "Happily never after", or, "The review I never wanted to do and also fuck you Shameless”

The episode opens with the sun shining, a view of the desert. A jeep passes. I hear that rap song for the second time, and it’s enough to make my heart instantly ache. Wow. The first scene isn’t even sad - and yet, I feel in pain already.

The things I do for you.

(Little notice: this is Gallavich exclusively! Sorry if you wanted to know about other stuff. We could talk about those in another post! Pinky promise <3)

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Ripple Effect

Would you look at that! I’m posting a story. Wow. 

Wonderful edit made by the lovely @sfjessii ♥♥

This was supposed to be for Halloween (HA!) Look how in time I am! :)
My first ever attempt at horror. I hate horror, why did I think this was a good idea?
I’m not sure just how scary this is gonna be, so be warned!
Also: WHOO MY LONGEST STORY YET!! (As in holy shit this is long, keep that in mind before clicking “keep reading”)

You can also read it on AO3


Usually Magnus loved getting repeat customers. It meant that they liked his methods and trusted him. But looking at the dark haired woman before him, Magnus couldn’t help but wish she hadn’t shown up again. Later he couldn’t believe how right and wrong he was about that. She did bring him together with Alexander. But all of his boyfriends seemed to get into dangerous situations. After all this Magnus only knew one thing for certain: he absolutely HATED working with ghosts.


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So last year, Stacey and I did a Valentine’s Day awards together and we decided it would be a great idea to do it yet again this year and start a tradition! Read on if you would like to be apart of our Valentine’s Day Awards 2.0

how to enter:

perks:

  • A spot on a cute awards page
  • A Valentine’s Day card in your inbox!
  • Promo on request

awards:

  • best overall (st valentine)
  • best url (lovebird)
  • best posts (cupid)
  • best theme (soulmate)
  • best playlist (serenade)
  • nicest blogger (sweetheart)
  • new discovery (love at first sight)
  • blogs worth following (bouquet) 
  • stacey’s faves (red rose)
  • shayla’s faves (white rose)

extra:

  • you can check out last years winners here!
  • choosing 1-4 winners per category (yes, they are the same award names as last year. what can I say, we like to recycle)
  • winners will be chosen around Valentine’s Day
  • I made the banner, but the photo is from tumblr
  • hope you all had a happy New Year! <3

and all this talk abt sharon being underdeveloped and we don’t know much about her other than her occupation

the fuck we know about bucky?????

really, what do we know abt him that’s not headcanons?

we know his name, it’s implied that he was a ~ladie’s man~, he’s been friends with steve forever, he got experimented on before he fell and he was brainwashed and feels guilty abt what he did.

so that’s what six things or whatever

about sharon we know her name, we know she was close with peggy, we know she didn’t want to live off of her great aunt’s name, we know she’s good enough to be at shield and cia and be right beside the big shots there, she’s strong willed enough to stand up to sitwell/pierce/rumlow/winter soldier, she’s loyal

we don’t know any more abt her than we do him and yet i don’t see any posts abt how underdeveloped he is and how he rly shouldn’t be shipped with steve until we get more information bc it’s “just not realistic” or whatever

like my god listen to yourselves when you talk