i am so not suprised


Every Other Freckle - Alt-j
[Johnlock ver]

“we can see you”

Finally got a bigger picture done! I have been wanting to draw leopards for so long and now I made two. So, have some mean looking big cats.

I also want thank all my 1400+ followers, I am so grateful for all your support! I am so suprised to see that so many people enjoy my art and it inspires me to create more, thank you all!

Btw, I am in love with this ”Holly” promarker. 

I dunno guys I just drew somethin’.

Interactions with the FAHC can be wildly beneficial; so long as you play by their rules. So long as you pay your dues, defer to Ramsey and fulfil your promises, so long as you remember that for all their wicked laughter the Fake’s do not play around when it comes to threats. When it comes to debts. If you don’t produce what you owe, if you fall behind, try to deceive or slink out of the city, you’ll quickly find yourself hosting an unwelcome visitor.

The FAHC have three key enforcers, three heavyweights who enact the majority of the crew’s dirty work. There are others, of course, some that come and go, some that have other roles, but all of Los Santos recognise these three. The guard dogs, the brawlers, the muscle; the violent core of an inherently dangerous crew, they keep order, deliver punishment, deal with any who grow more problematic than the FAHC are comfortable with.

If they merely accompany one of the others, shadow Ramsey to a meeting or the Frontman to a deal, they’ll be silent warning, visible promise; so long as everything goes to plan they are no danger, unnecessary unless they aren’t. If they come alone though, if one comes knocking all by himself, shit is about to hit the wall and nothing you do or say can stop it. There’s no telling which enforcer will show, and there is great debate surrounding which of the three is the worst, which is the one you should pray to avoid.

The Vagabond is a popular option, the obvious choice for worst of the worst; no one want’s to open the door and see that skull grinning back at them. Nobody wan’t to explain their shortcomings to the boogieman of Los Santos, to the mercenary who’s said to have no mercy, who’s said to have no restraint, whose lust for death is curbed only by the wishes of his master. Everyone’s heard the stories, everyone’s seen the aftermath; the Vagabond is not a man to be taken lightly.

But quietly, privately, some have admitted that when it comes to a shakedown, to a threat and a nasty reminder rather than an actual punishment, a visit from the Vagabond might not be the worst Ramsey has to offer. There’s something meticulous in the Vagabond, something endlessly patient; it’s an unspeakably horrifying quality in a killer, but not quite such a bad thing in an enforcer. He’s terrifying, yes, and if he actually plans on carrying through there is no escape, but in terms of deadlines and ultimatums at least he’s upfront. At least he’s clear; there are rules to interacting with the Vagabond, and so long as you abide by them you won’t attract his ire. He’ll fulfil Ramsey’s wishes to the letter but so long as you keep your head down and your nose clean that’s as far as he will go.

This is not always the case with the Fake AH Crew’s resident short fuse; Jones, Mogar, rage incarnate, the walking personification of destruction. If Jones is sent to knock some heads together there is absolutely nothing stopping him from throwing in a few broken bones for free. As loyal to the boss as the Vagabond but where the mercenary seems willing to carry out orders as requested, Jones likes to embellish on them. There is no overstating the volatile nature of the mans temper; Jones can jump from complete calm to irrevocable rage in the blink of an eye, can seem utterly reasonable one moment and irrationally furious the next.

While fully capable of unexpected bouts of tolerant patience Jones has no time for perceived idiocy, no sympathy for broken promises. He is, in a way, a man of honour and once you’ve lost his respect there’s no coming back. Even those he leaves unscathed may not escape unmarked; like a dog with a bone his disdain will follow you, a dark blot noted by all who fear his wrath. He might not have the same reputation as the Vagabond, might not swing the same flavour of danger, but stories of his temper are no less prevalent, warnings against pinging his radar no less profound. If Jones turns on you not even your gods will protect you.

Then there’s Dooley, Little J, the newest of Ramsey’s attack dogs. Based on looks alone he seems like he could be trouble, compact but visibly strong, handling his weapons with practised ease, but unlike Jones or the Vagabond Dooley always comes in smiling. Comes in with a slap to the shoulder, a friendly chat, some commiseration over the difficulties of the job. It’s easy enough, after that, to think that he’s a light touch. To think Ramsey’s newest enforcer lacks the presence of his partners, lacks their eager viciousness, to think he is easily the best of the three to have turn up at your door. Foolish.

See, for all that banter Little J is no less committed to his crew, no less judgemental of your disappointing display, no less breathtakingly ruthless. When the Vagabond brings up your failings he gets begging. When Jones sneers at your incompetence he gets excuses. When Little J asks about the complications you had, friendly and understanding and naively inexperienced, you’ll open right up. You’ll spill your fucking guts, and he’ll let you. He’ll listen and nod in all the right places, he’ll smile like you’re buddies and you’ll be so sure you’ve gotten away with it that you’ll fail to notice the way he never let go of your shoulder. The way he never stepped out of your space. You’ll keep digging your own grave right up until his hand tightens and shoves you into a wall, until he holds you there effortlessly despite your struggles, until he leans in close and explains just how badly you’ve messed up. There’s no room for excuses now, not after you’ve admitted everything, no chance to change your story; all you can do is nod, is agree, is promise and grovel and plead, say whatever it is you need to say before Dooley is satisfied. He’ll step back then, let you go and straighten your shirt, clap you on the shoulder as he turns to leave, still chattering away like nothing happened. Still smiling like you’re buddies.  

There’s great debate about which of Ramsey’s enforcers is the most intimating, which would be the worst option to find knocking at your door. Its a conversation with no resolution, an eternal loop; they argue about the worst, because god knows which of the three is the best. God knows which could be called relief, called merciful. They argue about the worst, all knowing exactly what the answer is. Knowing nothing could trump a visit from more than one, nothing could be more dangerous, more worthy of abject terror. If Ramsey sends a pair of his enforcers things are guaranteed to get nasty, things are guaranteed to get wildly unpleasant, but even two cannot compare to all three. If all three come knocking there is no escape, if all three come knocking the game is up, your run is over. It’s overkill to the extreme, the rare combination of raw threat, blinding rage and subtle menace so powerfully unnecessary it can only be a message. If the Fake’s key enforcers come knocking the very best you can hope for is to be the one chosen survivor left to spread the word.

Suprise Part 2 re-upload

Everyone i am so sorry but I had uploaded my fic to the wrong board!!! 

Bucky x Reader

warnings: Fluff (angst)

Word count: 819

Y/N = your name

Summary: Bucky finds out one of his old gal friends is in town and was invited to hang out. But reader has a bad history with her since she too loved Bucky so she wants to come along, but Bucky doesn’t think that it is a good idea. This leads to an argument that doesn’t end with tears of happiness.

                                     Four years before
Bucky POV

You would go to the café every Tuesday and Thursday for a nice cup of your favorite coffee. Sitting in your chair waiting for your cup, you had seen someone walk in and sit at the table across from you.  And there she was, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen in all of your 100 years of living. You didn’t know what is was about her, but when you had first laid your eyes on her you knew you had to have her. You would come to the café more often after seeing her, hoping to one day start a conversation with the mystery woman. And now was your chance, there she was in a short pink skirt, with a white ruffle shirt. Hair in a ponytail, reading on what you read to be “Throne of Glass”. She looked so focused on what she was reading. You could stare at her beautiful features for days, years, maybe forever. She may have felt you staring at her, because she drew her eyes away from the book and looked right at you. You had no idea what to do so you gave her a sweet smile. She blushed and had quickly brought up her book past her face so you couldn’t see.

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He’s like fire and ice and rage.
He’s like the night and the storm and the heart of the sun.

anonymous asked: Ten being threatening or ten being friendly?


So save up your hatred and take it all on me, I’m the only one who can take it! It’s the only thing I can do! I will shoulder your hatred and die with you! Because I’m your friend!

(Hahaha. I thought y’all thought I was done. NOPE. I LIVE IN THIS SCENE NOW FOREVER OKAY.)

I don’t feel like we’ve done enough.

The last post was really to examine the three second pause. But look at what he says.

First, out of all the things going on in that beautiful blond head, the only word he can express to fully encompass all of his emotions, is ‘Wow’

Because he is absorbed in the mastery of her bravery.

Stunned by her grace and skill. 

He has so much that he’s going through that it feels as if human communication cannot accurately relate his wonder and dazzled state.



It doesn’t matter who is under that mask.

Adrien doesn’t care what Ladybug looks like. He doesn’t care if she is nerdy or popular or smart or dumb. He doesn’t care if she’s rich. He doesn’t care if she’s poor. He doesn’t care if she has facial scars or if she is maimed or what things might have happened in her life.

If ladybug’s civilian self were blind? He doesn’t care.

If her civilian self had a pair of crossed eyes? Nice. What ever.

If her civilian self had weird BO or couldn’t speak or couldn’t hear or whatever. It. Doesn’t. Matter.

Because Adrien knows that underneath that costume. Underneath the Magic that they’ve been granted is one of the most impressive and brave people he’s ever met.

It doesn’t matter who is she is.

Because he loves her.

Love is patient. It is kind. It is gentle and it is accepting.

I know we talk a lot of about the relationship between Chat and Ladybug as an action couple. But I just want everyone reading this to understand that Adrien is still under those ears and that mask. And he KNOWS that there is someone under Ladybug’s magic too. He knows that Ladybug is a real, breathing, living person who isn’t always in a superhero get up saving Paris, just like he’s not always a superhero.

And he wants to know her. 

Because he loves her.

Adrien knows he’s more at ease with the world under the cloak of anonymity. He knows that he can be more real with his actions, his words and his reactions. There is no fear of censure or reproach in this way. And if that’s the case for him? That’s the case for her.

Marinette takes on a persona when she transforms, true.

But that doesn’t mean that she’s a different person or that the persona isn’t here. It’s not as if Ladybug is separate. Instead, she can act with more confidence and that is so incredibly attractive.

Whoever that girl is? He will love her when he finds her outside the mask. Because he loves her now.

Vixx reaction: You being shy about having a crush on them

I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! Honestly I am still suprised by how much positivity I am receiving!

Taekwoon(Leo) would probably get shy himself and smile at you cutely. It would help him gather his courage to confess to you. He would probably die a little inside everytime you blushed in front of him making him want to squeeze you.

Hakyeon(N). Boy, would he love it. He is a sassy, confident man and he would love to see you so shy around him. He would probably tease you a little about it in a loving manner. It would make him fall more and more for you.

Jaehwan(Ken) would be much like Hakyeon. He would love it so much. While he would not openly tease you he would do other things like putting his arm around you or unexpectedly hugging you goodbye and letting the hug linger longer than needed and then laugh at your cute reactions.

I can totally see Wonshik(Ravi) being grown up about it. By that I mean he wouldn’t tease you and try to make you feel more comfortable around him before he would ask you out. He would think it is very cute though.

Hongbin is shy himself so he would probably laugh timidly at you not about you!!! and he would try to make the situation more relaxed but it would turn more awkward. That’s probably how you two ended up being less shy after a while. Because you realize you are both messes. But he would also get all giddy inside seeing you react to him that way.

Sanghyuk(Hyuk). Well now this one. Lord knows he would tease you, crack one joke after the other and would make you laugh to make you feel more comfortable and forget your shyness and then he would thow an arm around you to make you shy again. Would play a little game of push and pull.

anonymous asked:

Kamui, Takasugi, Gintoki and Bansai seeing their s/o trying on lingerie (Keep up the fantastic work! :D)

you have our thanks and we appreciate your support sweetie ^^

Gintoki: Large, warm hands found their way over your hips, startling you a little. “I don’t recall having a birthday, but..” his lips moved from your shoulder to your neck, brushing your soft skin with the tip of his nose playfully. “I don’t mind having my present now.”

Takasugi: Finally putting on the last piece, you felt a familiar presence and warm breath on your nape, before a pair of hands spun you around to face the person behind you. Takasugi let out a low chuckle. “A surprise?” his fingers moved under your chin, lifting it up slightly so you could face him fully. “I am very surprised [Name].”

Bansai: “It suits you very much, I daresay.” You could spot the half smirk that was starting to form on his lips. He was standing on the entrance of your room before moving in entirely, closing the door behind him.

Kamui: You were in front of the mirror when you spotted the reflection of another figure. Turning your head around, you saw him supported on the door frame, his eyes giving a sly glint. “Hmm, I guess I will be having my dessert first.” He slowly advances towards you, backing you against the nearest wall.

I am so freaking suprised that people actually didn’t excpect the Doctor to be sad because of River Song??????
He just spent 24 years with his lovely wife on Darillium and then he needed to let her go to her certain death.
Of freaking course he is sad!!
And they excpected that he was sad because of Clara???
Maybe you forgot it but he doesn’t really remember her.
And I am certain that he talked with River about the girl named Clara, who he can’t really remember but who he really loved, so he had time to accept this fact.

starry-athxna  asked:

Hi! Scenario where dazai kisses for the first time with his shy girlfriend // same thing goes for atsushi and the glasses guy XD I always forget his name

Aww,this is so sweet. (•////•) - Blue

PS: Just after I wrote it,I realized that there are two guys with glasses (Ranpo and Kunikida) so I maybe wrote the wrong one.So please message me and I would write the other one.

It’s a long post so I used a cut.


Dazai Osamu: He would certainly think about kissing you for a long time.He really wanted to do it,but he was scared that it would scare you away.So he tried to go slowly.

You were just sitting in cinema with a popcorn in your hands,watching start of the movie with a small smile.

Dazai as one smooth guy did the ‘yawn and put an arm on your shoulders’ to bring you closer to him.Your cheeks flushed pink and your head turned away from him.

“No need to be so shy,[Name]-chan!”He whispered in your ear,breathing on it.The contact of his breath on your neck made you shiver.

In the half of the movie you calmed down and watched without minding Dazai’s glances.Then - to your misery- came a kissing scene and you stole a glance at Dazai,regretting it right in the moment your eyes met.

He leaned closer and pecked your lips,touching them briefly.He knew he has to go slow on you.

“I couldn’t wait.But I will take it slowly,I promise.”Then he blowed at your ear,making you turn fifty shades of red and change hte seat to get away from him.

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