i felt like there needed to be a gifset of this

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The Kings and Queens of Winter (original)



Their father once said that in winter, they must protect one another, keep each other warm, share their strengths.  So they shared their strength, and their crown as well.



Brandon, King of Winter
↳ King Brandon was King Robb’s true heir, and Lord Eddard’s before him.  When the crown passed to him, it was he that bade his siblings share its responsibilities with him.  Though some of the lords bannermen of House Stark thought this meant that Bran–a cripple since the age of seven–was weak, they soon learned the strength of the decision.  A true king of winter, Brandon said, is one who prepares for winter, not just endures it.  And the best way to prepare for winter was to make sure that all needs were being met, and thus that each was given the full attention of a member of his house.  (It is also said that when there was strife in the North, King Brandon knew about it long before word officially reached Winterfell.  He was blessed by the Old Gods, it was said, with magical sight and hearing, and understood the language of brooks and trees.)

Arya, Queen of Justice
↳ Queen Arya took it upon herself to protect the smallfolk.  She had seen, she told her brothers and sister, their suffering and lived it during the War of the Five Kings, when Lannister and Stark warred in the riverlands.  She had seen what evil men could do when left unchecked and found such evil intolerable in the lands of her blood.  When justice was needed, it was Queen Arya who rode out from Winterfell.  Though songs are sung of Queen Arya’s justice, it was known that her mercy was far more powerful.  Justice, she had been known to say, was nothing without mercy–true mercy, the gift of mercy.  Though far more celebrated for lives she took in the name of her house, her justice was not merely the enforcement of the law but the weighing of it.  If she heard a man’s final words and thought he did not deserve to die, he did not die by her blade.  (Though there were songs sung of Arya’s justice and her mercy, the more celebrated songs are ones of magic.  The most creative of these songs are ones that say she wears the skin of a direwolf and heads a pack of thousands.  Such songs are songs, however, and should never be misconstrued for fact.)

Jon, King of Peace
↳ King Jon was not a Stark, though when the doom of the world was nigh, the lords of the North crowned him king.  He gave his crown to Brandon, Lord Eddard’s trueborn son, when the war ended, and King Brandon shared it with him in return, calling him brother though they shared neither father nor mother.  King Jon fought for the living, and fought for peace, and though he was known as the king in the north who led armies in battle, he knew success by how infrequently he was called upon to fight.  When Jon was home, the realm knew peace; when he rode forth, it would know peace again soon.  (There were whispers that King Jon could not be killed for he had no beating heart inside his body.  Any wound he took remained with him until the time of his passing.  Such tales, however, could not possibly be true for what man can live without a heart?  And while it is known that King Jon rode a dragon into battle at least once in defense of the North, that he had no heartbeat could not possibly be true.)

Sansa, Queen of Prosperity
↳ Queen Sansa learned coin from Lord Baelish, who helped her return to the North following a period of captivity in King’s Landing.  If Lord Baelish was one of the more clever masters of coin that the realm had ever seen, under his tutelage, Queen Sansa came to know the power of gold and markets–vital to the recovery of the North following a long war and a longer winter.  Queen Sansa knew when sternness was required, but the realm knew her to have a generous hand, and through her guidance the North came to know prosperity again.  Artisans flocked to Winterfell, for Queen Sansa dearly loved music, and bakers competed in making the best lemon cakes for her.  (Rumors plagued Queen Sansa for most of her days that Lord Baelish’s untimely demise–an illness that tore through him and slew him in his sleep–was wrought from poison she slipped into his glass of Arbor Gold.  Rumors of poison have followed Queen Sansa ever since the death of Joffrey Baratheon, and thus cannot be trusted to hold any merit at all.)

Rickon, King of Reaping
↳ King Rickon was the youngest of his siblings, and barely more than a babe when his parents died.  He lived his early days among the people, and in fear that Boltons or Greyjoys would find him and slay him in his sleep.  Though many believed that he had died at Theon Greyjoy’s hands when the Prince of Salt and Rock took Winterfell, it soon became known that Greyjoy had slain two farmer’s boys and passed them off for the young princes of Winterfell.  Though King Rickon was likely too young to remember such an event, he was known to mention it often in his work, for he turned himself to the reaping every autumn when the harvest moon rose, making sure that no farmer felt unable to tend to his fields, and that the North was prepared for the oncoming winter.  (As with his brothers and sisters, there are flights of fancy that have entered the realm of myth for King Rickon as well.  If Queen Arya headed a pack of a thousand wolves, it is said that King Rickon wore the skin of a great black wolf that would use his size and strength to protect the smallfolk from smaller packs who would set their eyes on livestock.  Such tales are merely tales, though, for no man can wear the skin of a wolf.)

Splash

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: @itsanerdlife​ said she wanted bathtub smut based on that one gifset of clark getting in the bath with lois, and i was happy to deliver <3 (I hope you like it!)

A/N: so this was fun guys…ALSO the nerf gun thing in this is based on a real video i saw but i can’t find it for the life of me and i’m so mad…so if you know where it is i will literally love you forever…that’s all. also sorry this is so late…. :( also (also) pls ignore the awful title i am shit at them

Warnings: nsfw, bathtub smut, nerf guns

Words: 2668

Tags:@yourtropegirl @daybreak96

The front door to your and Steve’s shared apartment slams shut behind you, and you lean against it for a second.  “Fuck,” you curse quietly, pulling the disgustingly uncomfortable shoes off and tossing them into the middle of the floor.  You drop your purse and jacket on the floor, knowing Steve will give you those “eyebrows of disappointment,” but you were honestly too tired to care.  You trudge through the living room, dead on your feet and cursing Stark for being so demanding.  Working with the Avengers was exciting, but God was it hard on your feet.

You finally reach your room, where Steve is sitting against the headboard of your bed, files and papers spread out around him. He glances up at you and smiles. “Hey, Princess.  How was your day?”

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anonymous asked:

I know we're all dead but can we talk about how cute it was that he said thank you when she took her top off? And how intimate that moment was when he just took a second to look at her, to breathe her in, to confirm that this was really happening? Cause of death: Olicity.

Oliver was the perfect gentleman throughout that entire scene. 

Starting from the beginning, he was… everything. He was a man who was clearly still in love with this woman, but he’d also heard her last season when she said she was, for all intents and purposes, done. He was a man who was willing to get every tiny scrap of her natural sunlight, no matter what the cost for himself. Y’all are lying to yourselves if Felicity wasn’t doing exactly what Curtis suggested when the idea of her trying the salmon ladder came about. She’s all cute and flirty and doing something that shows a lot of skin, and yet, the entire time, Oliver was just so sweet. He didn’t push it, he didn’t take what are pretty obvious signs, he didn’t do anything without her explicit permission and direction. They went through two bottles of wine, my friends, they were quite a few sheets to the wind and still, he was the perfect gentleman. Even when she asked him to help her down, when he grabbed her waist, when he held her close, letting her down gently, cradling her like she’s the most important thing in his entire world (she is)…

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He was just… 

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… so Oliver and so respectful and I loved it so much.

But then it gets better.

Felicity finally makes the first move, she kisses him and remember the way he responded? 

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(wow they kiss really well like damn well done a+)

He gives it his all because that’s all he wants to give her. He messed up so much in the past, and while the source of those issues are deeply buried and require a fucking bulldozer to unearth, it doesn’t change that it effectively ruined the best thing in his life. But now, now he has her back and it’s everything. Yes, the wine has stripped their inhibitions, but it just scratched off the surface, revealing what they’ve always, always wanted.

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(This was cute af, anon, I so agree. He’s so totally getting swept up in the sensation of having her in his arms again, of kissing her, tasting her, feeling her, and it’s intoxicating. It takes over everything, leaving no room for anything but continuing to feel those wonderful things. We see that in the way he suddenly spins her, with so much intent, so much purpose - I know I’m not the only one who thought that was going somewhere else - but then he’s so painfully gentle with her. He could absolutely rip her sweater to pieces if he wanted to and he knew she probably wouldn’t complain one bit until later, but he didn’t, because remember, this is the Oliver who has been in love with this woman forever and he lost her and he’s been respecting her wishes in not pursuing a relationship and suddenly she’s here and she’s with him, but that doesn’t change where they are mentally, where he’s at mentally. (Wow, tangent.) It’s marked with that soft, adorable smile of his - that happy smile of his - and the way he says, “Thank you.” It’s really as if he’s thanking her for giving them this chance again.)

And then…

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The passion is back, brimming over, all-consuming, burning them from the insides out, taking over everything, pulling them together like the magnets that they are…

But that’s not all it’s about, not quite. It’s about that, oh yes, but it’s also about connecting again, not just physically but emotionally and mentally, with their very souls. This isn’t just physical for Oliver, nor is it for Felicity, which is what he needs to double check, he needs to see, to make sure that… 

Well, that this is happening, that it’s what he thinks it is, that she’s on the same page, that she wants this, that she wants it as badly as he does, that she’s doing it for the same reasons, that… 

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(the way he whispers her name, a gasp, a breathless plea… a prayer…)

He has to make sure. He has to. One, because it’s Oliver and when it comes to Felicity, there’s never been a halfway. 

Which is so very interesting considering what happened tonight - thinking about it from Oliver’s perspective, he honestly thought he was giving Felicity everything he could. He didn’t know at the time that he was only giving half of himself, only giving her the pieces he felt worthy of her, not realizing that he was hiding things from her, all under the guise of trying to protect her, in his own warped way. He has been broken, in his mind, for so long, but it’s only when he’s whole within himself that he can finally be with her, which we’re finally seeing, thank goodness.

He’s all in or he’s all out and he needs to know that Felicity is there with him.

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But not a simple “Are you sure this is what you want,” no, it’s more than that.

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It’s about them, and their love for each other.

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And there it is. She’s right there with him, her love for him shining through, bathing him in its purity, a cleansing feeling that shines light in the darkest corners of his being (even if he doesn’t recognize it until much much much later). 

Cause of death: Olicity 

Indeed, anon. Indeed.

there’s one ladrien trope/opinion that i see coming back and coming back that just… makes less and less sense the more i think about it

and it’s the ‘broken pedestal’ angst trope

because for one, this requires that both chat and marinette have their respective loves on ‘‘pedestals’‘ (that is to say, blind and/or unwilling to see their faults and weaknesses), and, while i can see it for marinette, i don’t see it for chat.

at all.

because chat ‘she can be so stubborn!’ ‘weren’t you a little harsh?’ ‘don’t you have an apology to make?’ noir absolutely sees ladybug’s faults. he calls her out on them on multiple occasions. he knows she’s hot-headed and stubborn and thoughtless, and his response? is to remind her to be kind, and to take responsibility for her actions, and to apologize.

you can’t do that if you don’t think someone doesn’t have faults and doesn’t make mistakes.

and he didn’t fall for ‘perfect, invincible, flawless ladybug’, you know. he fell for the terrified little girl who thought she wasn’t enough, who took her scraps of courage and her wit and her sense of responsibility, and made something amazing out of them.

he fell for the girl who went from ‘i’m ma— ma-ma-… *clunk* …majorly clumsy’ to coming up with a plan on the spot to defeat this thing that neither of them really knew how to deal with. he fell for the girl who had her face in her hands, convinced that she couldn’t until hawkmoth showed up and she needed to — who then blew everyone out of the water, this tiny little person taking on that thing that had just threatened them all. and winning.

i firmly, firmly believe that chat fell for her bravery first. i’m sure there were a whole cascade of reasons that came afterwards (because seriously, ladybug), but the world gave marinette a chance (and a reason) to shine, and she shone like a supernova.

tell me you wouldn’t be a little bit dazzled after something like that.

and chat is absolutely, visibly dazzled, but he doesn’t stay so dazzled that he can’t or won’t take her for what she is, and that? is not a pedestal.

and on marinette’s end, there is something of a pedestal.

it’s always ‘perfect, perfect adrien’ that she claims that she loves, and that he’s kind seems to be the most she actually knows about his personality for the majority of the show, with the gamer and kung food being the two obvious exceptions.

the gamer is actually pretty pertinent to this rant about why the ‘broken pedestal’ doesn’t make sense, because here, adrien does expose himself. he lets marinette in a little. he mentions his insecurities to her, and marinette isn’t disillusioned.

granted, that would be a pretty strange thing to get disillusioned over (unless she believed he was invincible somehow, which she doesn’t seem to), but she reacts with awkward warmth and support, not rejection.

and, you know, there are ways i could totally see adrien’s pedestal getting broken in a nasty way (because they’re both jealous people, and adrien, at the very least, has been known to spout white lies when they serve him, and those could both lead to very worrying fights), but in all the theories i’ve seen…

the most common is that ladybug/marinette will be disillusioned that adrien is basically chat.

…i mean.

it’s not like she felt a powerful connection with her partner even early on, and it would be ridiculous to think that she might enjoy his puns, or that she would ever value his input or listen to him (despite swallowing her pride and apologizing to people she hates at least twice (volpina and antibug) at his urging), or, you know, trust him implicitly (certainly not to the point of looking at the most damning of evidence and leaping to the conclusion that he’s innocent (copycat and the christmas special)), or ever consider him as a romantic interest in a million years — in fact, she really doesn’t even want him getting close!

(i just spent the last 2 hours looking for any gifset of ladybug checking chat out (which has happened at least twice, one in stormy weather and one in an episode that i can no longer remember the name of that takes place at the tv station) and came up blank, but rest assured that it has happened.)

like, that marinette/ladybug would be disappointed to find that adrien is chat (or particularly chat-like) just doesn’t have canon backing imo, because ladybug, no matter to what degree she’ll admit it. really likes chat.

like, canonically. now.

at finding her crush is a giant dork who really resembles one of her closest friends, would she be disbelieving? probably! more at ease/less fluster-y around adrien? i’d hope so. less likely to take him seriously in everything? quite possibly!

betrayed, uninterested, disillusioned, and/or apathetic?

…let’s try that one again.

tl;dr: angst is great, but there are loads of opportunities for it that don’t change the fundamental aspects of these relationships. chat. for better or worse. adores ladybug (really and truly with very few delusions), and while marinette might not know adrien all that well right now, there’s nothing in the show to suggest she would be dissatisfied with whatever she found in him.

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In lieu of actual novel productivity, I decided to update the Harry Potter Dial Tone AU series I ended up writing from the gifset.

Thank you to everyone who has liked and commented on Dial Tone, and blew my feed up asking for more Cursed Child AU stuff. I may make these into small drabble things whenever the mood takes me. It’s fun to dabble in flash fiction again :)

I’ll get round to uploading the Cursed Child AU stuff to Ao3 too. But in the meantime enjoy some Duddley daughter happy feels.

Departure

“And you’ve got your wand,” Dudley asks again, for the umpteenth time since they left the house this morning. He wishes Kelly was here, but the relief work in Nepal is ongoing and he knows it’s selfish to think he needs her here more. They’d at least managed a grainy Skype call on Dudley’s beat up old laptop the night before, but he knew it wasn’t the same. “And your hat?”

“Yes, Dad.” Effie says, already nose deep in one of her new books. She’s got new glasses on too, sleek silver rimmed ones you’d never find on the NHS, but then Granny Petunia had insisted on paying the cost. “Did you know the ceiling in the Great Hall is spelled to look like the outside sky?”

“No, I didn’t” Dudley replies, grip tightening on the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He feels like he doesn’t know anything anymore. Maths homework he could deal with, even spelling had been manageable thanks to his own mother’s zeal for correctness when it came to the written word. But all of this was beyond him, it would always be beyond him. He doesn’t like it, but he has to deal with it, so he loosens his grip, flexing his fingers as they make the turn around the roundabout that will lead them toward London. “Tell me something more.”

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Since there’s some negativity lately, I felt the need to make a list of all the moments that JD and Veronica were truly sweet and pure, to show that most of their relationship before everything went to hell was actually really good.
1. When Veronica was all dreamy-eyed and giddy watching him during fight for me
2. When they were flirting and he opened up to her in the 7/11
3. When she tell him she knows he’s not numb inside like he thinks he is, and that he’s beautiful.
4. When they kiss in Heather’s kitchen
5. When JD tries to get Veronica away from his dad because he’s being creepy
6. When JD holds Veronica close while all the students are making fun of her
7. When Veronica gets so concerned for him after he gets into the second fight with the jocks and she helps him up and asks him if he’s okay, and then instead of answering he just takes her hand and says, “Are you?”
8. When Veronica holds JD and says “You’re not alone”
9. When she holds her hand out to him in Seventeen and says “Don’t stop looking in my eyes”.
10. When Veronica quietly tells JD to stop talking over her and he shuts up immediately and apologizes, and she kisses him.

They had some damn good times, guys.

The Kiss

Title:  The Kiss

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary: Dean kisses the reader, hoping to save her life. What happens when he takes her home?

Characters: Dean Winchester x plus sized, female reader

Word Count:  2287

Warnings:  self-doubt, mentions of previous bad treatment, low self confidence, nsfw, smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: I borrowed the premise of the “return to love” spell from episode 11.13 Love Hurts, as well using this gifset for inspiration. I am participating in my own challenge, the Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge. I took the quote, “Oh God, this is one of those key moments in life, when it’s possible you can be really, genuinely cool - and I’m failing 100%” from Notting Hill. Thank you @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for looking over this for me.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by inacatastrophicmind

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Adrenaline Rush {S.M}

requested// imagine where you and Shawn are good friends and you’re giving him a pep talk and in the heat of the moment he kisses you

author’s note// yanno what’s a good show? law and order svu. yanno what’s a horrible movie? to the bone, highly offensive, absolutely horrible

masterlist 

“Man, it’s a pretty huge crowd out there.” Shawn was basically shaking. You had never ever seen him this nervous for a show. It was almost unheard of for him to be this nervous. He was so at home on stage, he seemed more nervous just walking down the street to get lunch than getting on stage in front of all of those people. 

“It isn’t that bad, Shawn.” You smirked at him, pulling your self up to sit on the counter were he was supposed to get ready, but he wasn’t using it. He was sitting on the grey sofa near the left of the dressing room he was provided tuning the first guitar he used on stage. 

“I never said it was bad.” He looked up at you for a second, a grin teasing the corners of his lips. “It’s just a big crowd.” He was messing around with the A string, seemingly not being able to quite get it right. It was probably his fumbling fingers. But if you had to hear a flat A one more time you were going to rip your ears off. 

“Do you want some help?” You winced as he plucked the string one more time, sounding flatter than it did the last time. He shook his head rather vigorously, which she expected. He was rather particular about how his acoustic was tuned whenever he would go on stage. He wanted to make sure everything was absolutely perfect every time he stepped foot onto that stage. You knew it was probably rather stupid to ask. He’d never let you touch that guitar before a show. 

“I’ll be fine.” He was probably nervous because this was his final concert, in his hometown nonetheless, all of his friends were out in that audience. People from his high school, family members, so many people he knew were out in that crowd, and even though it was just as big as all of the other concerts he had played throughout the tour, maybe even smaller than some. 

“You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.” You scoffed, pulling your legs underneath you. He just smiled and shook his head a little bit, focusing way too much on that guitar. You thanked your lucky stars he wasn’t as insane about his electric guitar. 

“Why are you in here with me and not out there.” He nodded his head towards the door, referencing the audience. You shuddered just thinking about sitting out there with a shitton of kids you went to high school with and hated. They all did sports and were rather popular back in the day, and not that they were mean to you, but Shawn’s old group of friends from high school were not your favorite people. You had always been close friends with him since freshman year when you were both placed in an intro to art class and you were sat with one another because they both couldn’t draw to save their lives. He was close with all of those other people back before he was famous, but he started to notice a lot of them only made an effort to stay close with his busy schedule only due to his intense rising fame. He didn’t mind all that much, but he didn’t make quite as much an effort. As for you and Shawn, you had stayed close from the moment you had met up until now. It was almost funny when the others out there would post photos calling Shawn their best friend, when in reality you were. She was just that random girl who played violin in advanced orchestra who they had no idea why Shawn hung out with her. 

Still hung out with her. And let her come with him on his summer north american tour and even come with him on some of his European dates. 

It still warmed your heart that those girls in that group that he had hung out with, those girls on the dance team and volleyball team, the girls he had over the years kissed and fooled around with, those girls who were everything that you thought that you weren’t were second to you. 

“Those are your friends, not mine.” You shot back, expecting to get the usual, ‘I know you aren’t their biggest fans, but you only have to be nice. They aren’t that bad.’ That was the spiel you usually got whenever you complained about having to associate with his friends. But this time, he just shrugged, probably too preoccupied before this show that he, for some reason, was totally freaked out about. 

“You are not wrong.” He strummed the last chord that you couldn’t remember the name of and he looked almost satisfied. But he was never completely satisfied with his guitar, but you had gotten used to it. He looked up at you, actually looking at you for the first time other than some upward glances as he was tuning. A small smile slowly stretching across his lips, and you started to feel almost self conscious. You were only wearing jean shorts and the long sleeve concert t-shirt since you had to help out with the VIP stuff since you were there that early. You had kicked off your black high top converse earlier, so you were only in some ankle socks, and you felt so incredibly exposed, which was dumb, Shawn was your best friend, you shouldn’t feel this way. 

Even if you had been harboring some incredibly low-key feelings for him since the eleventh grade. But you never acted on them since he never hinted. So everything stayed just about the same. 

“I’m lucky to have you.” He smiled, only taking a few more moments to take all of you in before you were interrupted by a knock, most likely his manager, which he knew was code for ‘time to get the hell out here stop tuning that damned guitar.’ You were glad you didn’t have to say anything sappy back, you were incredibly horrible at those kind of things, but Shawn knew you loved and appreciated him. “It appears it is time to go.” He grabbed his guitar and held his hand out for you to take. You looked at him puzzled but he only smiled. 

“Tonight I’m gonna need you out there cheering me on from offstage. I’m about to puke.” He chuckled, and you wearily took his hand, hating going out there with all of the adults and Geoff. You really didn’t like Geoff all that much either. He honestly just really irritated you. Then again, everyone did. Shawn led you over to the door of his dressing room and the minute he opened it, you pulled your hand away, your arm dropping to your side. You both quickly made your way to the front by the stage where he got the spiel, got the speech on how he was gonna do amazing, and how there were tons of girls out there to see him. They did the chant, and he was just about ready to get out on that stage. “Hey!” Shawn called out, waving you over close to him. You had been out here a couple of times before he went on stage, but he had never done this. You furrowed your eyebrows, incredibly confused to say the least. 

“What do you need?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t you have a crowd to preform for?” You teased, nudging him just a bit with your right elbow. He gave you a small smile, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. They did that sometimes. 

“Okay, remember when I would preform at school talent shows and small concerts and stuff and I would get super nervous?” He started, starting to fiddle with the strap of his guitar. You nodded quickly, hoping he’d get on with it, knowing it’d be you that was being yelled at for holding him up. “Well, I’m gonna need one of those pep talks you used to give me.” He spit out, almost nervous that you would say no. But without even a yes, you got into the stance, straightening your spine, placing your hands on his shoulders, locking your knees into place. You hadn’t done this in what felt like forever. 

“Okay Mendes, listen up, you are amazing you are talented, you are going to kill it. There are a shitton of people out there who payed a crapload of money to see you, and you are going to put on one damn good show. Who cares about those kids from school who may or may not judge you, you are the pop star, they aren’t. You are attractive you are talented, and you are going to kill it. Okay?” You shook him a little at the end and he quickly nodded. 

“Okay.” He agreed. But what he did next was what shocked you, what caused your heart to literally drop nineteen stories down into your stomach. He pressed his lips onto yours, but only for a couple of seconds. It sure did feel like half of a century, maybe even a full one. All the loud and all the screams from the audience weren’t even audible. His lips on yours and everything didn’t matter. Until he pulled away and he was starting to get dragged back onstage. “We can talk um… After?” He stuttered as he was walking onstage. All you could do was nod. 

You were physically in shock, your whole body tingling as you simply stood offstage, not really in anyone’s way. Everyone was bustling around, but all you could think about was how your best friend just kissed you, and it sure as hell meant something. 

“What the hell was that?” Geoff asked, and you looked to see him crinkling his nose almost in disgust. He wasn’t exactly your biggest fan. 

“No idea.” The concert literally flew by, you heard Geoff say a couple of more things to you, but your head didn’t quite register them. You heard the setlist played out, you even saw Shawn run backstage to get to the smaller stage. You were just, shocked. The only word you could think of was shocked. 

But, like clock work every night, Shawn walked offstage after treat you better and wrapped you in a hug, pulling you close to his body, you could feel all of his sweat and heat radiating off of his body. 

“Okay, I can’t talk right now, I have to go see my friends, and so do you so you also can’t talk right now.” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, not caring at all he was a gross sweaty mess. “But, I will tell you, I have some hardcore feelings for you. Which we will discuss later.” He shrugged at the last part, and you pulled away for a moment, his arms still supporting your waist. 

“Well, that works out well, because I have some hardcore feelings for you too.” A warm smile spread across his lips, and he pressed yet another kiss to yours. And it was even better the second time. 

author’s note// I LOVE this it’s poor writing but the plot is so sweet and tbh relatable anyways hi school started this week i hope i die soon

*sciency ramblings about bucky’s arm with a bit of angst*

I made a gifset yesterday that highlighted Bucky’s nervous habit of clenching and unclenching his metal fist, right after Steve says “I need you to do better than ‘I don’t know’”. Later on in that scene, there’s a brief shot of him sitting, hunched over, and wringing both of his hands together.

Both of these instances say a lot about how much sensitivity the limb has, specifically in the fingertips; the technology is so advanced that it’s a part of him in the most literal sense, and he unconsciously treats it as such. 

The arm also has a clear sense of pressure and touch, as demonstrated in CA:TWS (that one scene with the tiny, round explosive device that everyone is fond of making gifsets of for really weird reasons) and CA:CW (he tests plums for ripeness by gently squeezing them). 

I’m guessing there are a ton of electrodes embedded in the internal mechanism, all of which allow him to control and manipulate the arm, recieve sensations of pressure, heat, cold, texture, etc. Whether he can feel ‘pain’ is debatable, considering he was able to use his metal arm as a brake along several feet of roadway, but there’s definitely got to be some sort of equivalent in order to warn him if he’s going to damage it–and it would take significant trauma in order for that to happen. In general though, his brain treats the prothesis like a real arm.

All this to say: getting the whole shebang ripped off at the shoulder joint by an arc reactor beam probably felt like he was losing his flesh arm all over again. Because it’s the same concept–all the signals that his brain was recieving from the prothesis are suddenly gone. Right after losing his arm, he passed out for several several minutes, and when he came to, he could hardly move, and if that doesn’t indicate severe pain, I don’t know what does.

I mean, think about it.  Bucky is one of those people who doesn’t go down easily. He spent 90% of his screentime in CA:TWS getting the crap kicked out of him, and hardly made a sound. As the Winter Soldier, he was taught to disregard physical damage to his body in order to complete the mission. That suicidal endurance isn’t going to go away. It’s as much a part of him as his arm was, and will permanently affect his combat behaviors. 

So when Bucky is physically unable to give any contribution to a fight beyond grabbing his opponent’s ankle, it’s a pretty good indicator that he’s Suffering™. 

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it’s ml editor appreciation week, so I have to give shoutout to the server that motivates me every single day to make gifs for the ml fandom~

brace yourself folks it’s gonna be a long and sappy one

I joined the fandom this time last year and even though I loved making gifs for the show, motivation was hard to come by and that led me to almost deleting this blog. I told myself though that I should stick around for a bit and see if I still wanted to stay.

Soon enough, I was asked to join a discord server where ml gifmakers and editors could talk and interact. I said yes, obviously, because this meant that I could get to know more people and also because I’m not the type of person to approach people first, so this was a great opportunity to talk to others in the fandom.

What started off as a simple group chat turned into a budding friendship between everyone of us. I’m so thankful that it turned out like this and you guys means the absolute world to me, I hope you all know that.

You guys are the reason I didn’t leave, the reason I didn’t delete this blog. You guys are my source of motivation and the reason I want to improve my editing skills.

There are moments when I talk to you guys and think to myself ‘Thank God I didn’t deactivate.’ because then I wouldn’t be able to interact with awesome people like you all. From the bottom of my heart, I wanna thank you guys for everything ♡

I’m gonna talk about specific people now (below the cut bc it’s gonna be full of sap ayy)

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2x13 “Houses of the Holy” // 5x01 “Sympathy for the Devil”
5x10 “Abandon All Hope” // 5x18 “Point of No Return”
5x22 “Lucifer Rising” // 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (with You)”

“You’re Chosen…” - Dean Winchester as Michael’s Vessel and the Thing about the Colt

“There was a gun that won the west. There was a man among the best. The fastest gun or man alive. A lightning bolt when he shot that Colt.”

- Lucifer in 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (with You)

So after this episode I just felt the need to make a gifset on Dean’s ties to Michael as well as the Colt, because in this week’s episode both of these themes were directly brought together by the visual of Mary retrieving the Colt from a safe hidden behind the famous painting of Michael striking down Lucifer. And while I have little faith that the show will truly let Dean play an integral role as the one who is Michael’s vessel and should be perfectly able to wield the lance to get rid of Lucifer once and for all and rather think the possession allusions surrounding Mary may frame her possibly being the one heavily involved here , I keep holding on to a tiny bit of hope that probably is ridiculous to hold on to. But what can I say? Dean picking up the lance and taking it with him at least left room for possibility.

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there’s nothing you can say to him

au: inspired by my idea of the punisher pulling a parallel of ellison’s “why do you care so much about frank castle?” in re to karen (daredevil 02x12) but where micro asks exactly the same of frank

part two of oh, what a marvellous sight“ 

note: dedicated to one of my wonderful best friends @frankcastle for accommodating my needs and creating this wonderful au gifset for me! love you so so much

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