i have seen this happen on this tag

I love when something gay happens in a show because when you’re scrolling through the tag it’s just like:

gay thing that happened
gay thing that happened
gay thing that happened
gay thing that happened
gay thing that happened
gay thing that happened
other non-gay thing that happened?? uhm?? sounds fake?????
gay thing that happened
gay thing that happened
gay thing that happened
gay thing that happened

anonymous asked:

How will you be tagging your future Peaky Blinders posts? I joined the fandom two weeks ago and am very confused about what's happening. Like I have no idea what's going on? I just really like your writing and want to make sure I stay up to date on your awesomeness.

We’re all confused honeybun let it blow over you and welcome to the family! We’re glad to have you here in both the fandom and the sceawere realm. You are now an honorary goat, feel special. much love.

Also, i’m going to keep tagging the main tag until someone can directly give me a solid argument to the contrary. From what I’ve seen some people’s problem seems to be with ‘spamming’…I think? I don’t at all think what I do can be constituted as spam, considering how and when I post, and how many edits I make to space things out. 

I have always made an effort to post respectful, varied, entertaining, and love-filled content ever since I joined the fandom the day the first ep aired. Starting a new blog and putting fic out just evolved that love. This has been a long, beautiful journey for me and damn it if drama on tumblr dot com is gonna put me off. 

I’m incredibly grateful for all the beautiful people who read my fics, like my content, comment, message, request, join the chat, every single one of you are precious to me. I’ve only been on this side for like…2/3 months now? And the pouring in of love has been incredible for me to experience. I hope to give back as much as I can. Stick around nona, i’m gonna work on that awesomeness for you :)


생일 축하해, 전보람!! ❤ [March 22]

Happy birthday to our most beloved Jeon Boram. Thank you for showering queen’s with love and ‘aeygo’, your smiles and ajumma laughs. No matter what decisions you make in the future, know we will always be behind you, supporting and watching over you. Thank you for being a part of our lives. Thank you for being a part of T-ARA ♛

As we enter the sadly final and sadly few episodes of Black Sails, I would like the to remind the fandom:

The Black Sails creators, writers and actors and actresses, every single person who has worked on that show, have provided us with four years of a truly amazing, engaging, beautiful show.

Additionally, the social media correspondence with the fanbase has been amazing. The creators and actors have always politely, curteously, hell, even  cordially corresponded with fans. They’ve been happy to discuss their characters and theories and appreciated fanworks, have replied to fans tweets and  i believe, even followed one or two fans on twitter, if I read the squee correctly. This kind of engagement with the fans is certainly not a given, it is not usual and it is not to be taken for granted. In short, the people involved in Black Sails are an amazing, adorable fun bunch of people and they seem to think their fans are, too. And we have been truly lucky to have this epic show in our lives.

This is why, I urge you, no matter what happens or does not happen in the remaining episodes, do not ruin this. Do not ruin this trust. It is impossible to make every single person happy, but no show exists to appeal to only one narrow group of people and this show certainly is not aiming to actively offend any group of people.

I’m sad I feel this post is necessary, but I’ve seen several fandoms turn on the cast and crew of shows on twitter and other social media in truly nasty ways. I certainly hope our fandom is above this kind of behaviour, but I can’t lie that there have been enough posts in the tag  this past week that have made me nervous.

To summarise in simple words: Be upset and hate all you like, but keep it the hell a MILLION lightyears away from the social media of the cast and creators of Black Sails, ok?

5riental  asked:

If I were to write a story that contained characters that were racially ambiguous or in a place where race didn't really exist (like with mermaids or human-like fantasy creatures) would the story be considered literature specific to my race even tho it doesn't necessarily contain race? I'm Korean and black.

Will my Literature be considered “[Insert Ethnicity] Literature” Despite Who/What I Write?

This could very well happen.

  • Libraries and bookshops may sort your fiction as “Ethnic/African American/whatever” literature no matter what the genre or subject matter because of your race alone. I’ve seen Authors of Color speak on this, that for having a diverse cast and/or just daring to publish while non-white despite genre or subject matter, their works are marked as “[insert group] literature”.
  • That isn’t a reason to avoid writing clearly defined racially diverse characters, as racial ambiguity is not necessarily proper representation (see Racial Ambiguity tag). Even human-like fantasy creatures can be ethnically coded by means of appearance, cultures, region, language, etc. something we’ve offered many resources for here as well.
  • You shouldn’t necessary feel you must publish anonymously or under a pen name for this reason either, if you don’t want to. You didn’t bring up this issue but it’s something worth mentioning.
  • In the case your work does get pushed into the “ethnic corner” and you’re uncomfortable with it, I believe you should reach out, and ask for it to be properly placed or labelled. I’d also suggest making your publisher aware of the issue too as they may have some solutions. I don’t have experience with this battle to offer much advice, unfortunately. Readers who do, feel free to share. 

For some really good reading on the subject, check out N. K. Jemisin’s article “Don’t Put My Book in the African American Section.”

~Mod Colette

It’s a symptom of “white as default” in mass society. Because you’re an Author of Color, you’ll run into challenges like people thinking everything you write is autobiographical. It’s the same deal with women authors who write about women— books about boys are gender neutral, books about girls are marketed only to girls and it’s not recommended boys read them.

It’s not fun, but unless a whole bunch of Authors of Color go through the process of fighting it and speaking out about it, nothing’s going to change. Right now there’s still a belief that diversity is some bold political statement instead of just part of life, so we’ve got to make them realize it’s part of life.

But things are already changing a lot! Of course, my point of reference is Canadian bookshelves, where I find diverse gene fiction semi-routinely, not separated out by the fact it’s diverse (mostly LGBT+, but some PoC-centric stories, too).

The more of us out there telling stories where we’re reflected, the more integration will happen.  

~Mod Lesya

Just Beg Me To Stay (Part 2)

A/N: So this has a character introduced in to it that we have seen in Season 8 but she’ll probs be better explained in the next part! Just FYI. Song mentioned is MOVE by Luke Bryan. And yeah… I think that’s It lol. One more part to go!

Part 1 is here

Dean x Reader, Emily

Warnings: Angst

Word Count:1700+

Tags: @the-great-irene @avengersgirllorianna @sdavid09 @codename-petrova @lipstickandwhiskey @today-only-happens-once @clemsonstatemom @deansgurlimagines @crazy-pleasures-and-crazy-habits @secretlywritessupernatural @kaedynce @zombi3gyrl07 @sandlee44 @itsjaybro16 @peachpoccs @kathrynxox333 @lovelifelovebooks

You honest to god had no idea where you were. It had been over a month since you had left the bunker, and you had been on autopilot ever since. You never stayed in a town to long, frequently picking up your clothes off of shitty motel floor and shrugged them on, escaping the “conquest” of the previous night and praying to whatever high being that the dude wouldn’t wake up as you made your way out. It had become a routine. Drive. Eat. Drink. Dance. Sex. Sleep. Drive. And so the cycle went.

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anonymous asked:

omg your tags about magnus checking in on the other dimensions and knowing?? do you think he's seen other universes where he and alec are already together, or have been together, and so he just... he sees alec in the canon universe and immediately feels in his heart the great love that awaits him?

i’ve written about this in my tags a thousand times and i love this idea

it makes the most sense that all iterations of him would know about the other dimensions and we have evidence that one version of him does know. so i just love thinking about him having some kind of way of just checking up on other dimensions and seeing what’s happening in them

and in all of them, this is a constant. in all of them, this is the thing that holds true. they find each other, they are enamored with each other and they fall deeply in love

there’s no real logistics of it and i always imagine it being after the two of them are already together that he does this, but it’s just a comforting thought. magnus looking through dimensions just to see what’s going on and seeing this and feeling his heart warm. a drink in his hand as he watches just for a second or a moment the fact that he and alec will always find each other and will always come together

and maybe he’d tell alec about it at some point or maybe he wouldn’t, but it would make his chest feel full of something very very warm, watching alec and knowing that no matter what they will always meet and no matter what they will always be deeply in love

it’s soothing

Homecoming, continued.

Fandom: Supergirl
Pairing: Alex/Maggie
Word Count: 3,469
Warnings:  SPOILERS FOR 2x14!  DO NOT READ if you haven’t seen the episode and don’t want to be spoiled!!
Prompt:  I wanted to flesh out and extend the ending scene with Alex and Maggie from 2x14.  It was such a heartfelt, emotional scene that I thought it needed “completeing”, if you will.  I started with describing the scene we did get in more detail, then adding my own interpretation of what happened next.
This is my first actual Supergirl fic, so I hope I’ve done it justice.

Here is a youtube video of the scene in question for those of you who have expressed interest, but have not seen the episode. (Its more than just that scene, but I have linked where the scene starts at 2:06)

Tag List:  @outside-the-government@littlecarowrites
Author’s Note:  I’ve only tagged a couple of people for this one, because 99% of my followers have joined up because of my Star Trek fic.   If you would like to be included in my tag list for other fandoms besides Star Trek (like Supergirl and Torchwood, for example), please let me know!  I just didn’t want to tag anyone who might not be interested in Supergirl.  Thank you! 

Originally posted by missmaclay

Originally posted by bellataggart

              Numb.  That’s finally how Alex was starting to feel as she tipped the glass to her lips once more, draining it in one.  It’s exactly how she wanted to feel.  It was a calculated move, drinking this much hard liquor.  There always came a point of numbness, and though it wasn’t much, it was a lot better than the horrible feelings she was trying to escape.  She reached for the bottle and poured some more into her glass, her grip somewhat clumsy.  She managed to avoid spilling as she set down the half-empty bottle and brought the drink to her lips again, sipping half of it back just as someone knocked on the door.


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Zelda’s Diary

(spoilers ahead) (I decided to note this all down bc I was spending so much time sneaking in and out of the castle to read it again - spoiler, I haven’t stopped sneaking in and out of the castle to read it again)

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Late Night Distraction

Warning: cussing, SMUT, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT PEOPLE), i think that’s it, oh MORE SMUT

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader, Hank

Request:  Charles Xavier x Reader with the idea of “You distract him from work sometimes by sitting on his lap and trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck until he gives in.” I just saw this somewhere sooooo kudos to that person!!!

~ anonymous

A/n: I hope you like it. I had fun with this one, its pretty much almost smut . I hope this is some what you had in mind because I took all day to do this while chasing my 3 year old daughter around. James McAvoy is sexy as fuck and I clearly wouldn’t mind having him in my bed. (-;

Tag list: @marvelismylife @the-winter-sokovian

Originally posted by randomimaginesx

               It was a little past 10 and the love of your life was nowhere to be seen in the room the two of you shared. He tends to be working on something that would end up with him staying up most of the night or until you go in search for him. Well, tonight you wanted to fall asleep in his arms and you were going to do anything it takes to make it happen.

               You slid off you silk nightgown, along with you panties. You walked over to the closet and pulled out one of his button up shirts, slipping your arms into the sleeves buttoned the buttons up to the middle of your breasts. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. Once you thought you looked perfect, after adjusting the shirt a little to show off the top curve of your breast. Charles had a thing for leaving dark marks on the top and bottom of your breasts, you never minded actually you loved it.

               You walked out of the room, walking down the hall and down the stairs. You saw Hank as you made your way to Charles study. Knowing damn well he would be there, books spread over his desk. Which at the moment you didn’t mind if it was you instead. God knew you wanted to be under him so bad and tonight you were damn sure you were going to get exactly what you wanted.

               You stood at the door of his study, leaning up against the door jamb watching him. He looked so handsome as he concentrated on one of the books in front of him. You pushed yourself off the door jamb and made your way over to him. You knew he noticed your presence but he hadn’t looked at you and saw what you were and weren’t wearing. You walked around his desk and slid your hands over his shoulders, squeezing lightly which caused him to groan at the pressure.

               “Hello love.” He didn’t take his eyes off the book in front of you.

               “Hi, my sweet.” You leaned down slightly to whisper in his ear. “What are you working on tonight?”

               “Just a little something for Hank, he asked me to look up a few things for him.” His hand skimmed over the book as he looked for the information he needed. You were now starting to get annoyed that he hasn’t even looked up at you. He was so into what he was doing.

               You slid softly into his lap, wrapping your right arm around his neck and placed your head on his shoulder. He finally looked down at what you were wearing.

               “Is that my shirt, love?” His voice was a bit low but his eyes went right back to his book.

               “Yes it is. Do you know what time it is, my darling Charles.” All he did was hum, his eyes working their way across his book. “It’s almost 11 and you should be coming to bed.”

               You started to place soft kisses along his jaw. You could tell he was trying to concentrate on what he was doing but you weren’t going to give up so easily. Not while wearing his shirt, just his shirt. You started to make your way down the left side of his neck. His concentration was wearing very thin and you were becoming very aware of how hard you were making him. He still hasn’t figured out that you were not wearing any panties, well until he took his right hand and slid it up your exposed leg to the bottom hem of the shirt. The shirt barely covered your ass but you knew he loved seeing you in his shirts. As his hand slid under the shirt his head shot up and looked you dead in the eyes, conveying his shock.

               “Really, love. You came all the way down here to come fetch me for bed while you’re wearing just my shirt?” Now you had his attention.

               “Oh sweetheart. You think I would come all the way down here, wearing this and only this. Just to come get you to come to bed?” You looked at him completely innocently. You bit your lip and stood up from his lap. You started to walk towards the door before you stopped and turned to look at him. He was turned on and you could see it in his eyes. “If you want to see what else I’m not wearing, you have to come to bed.” You smirked at him before you walked out of the room. You heard his chair slide back as he stood up. You managed to get to the bottom of the stairs before you saw him walking towards you with a smile on his face. At that moment, you decided to run up the stairs and towards your room. You heard him laugh just before he started to run after you.

               You had managed to get to the room before he grabbed a hold of you. “Now that’s not nice, my love.” He was slightly out of breath from running. “You can’t turn me on like that then get away that easily.”

               “Who said I wanted to get away?” You looked at him. Your eyes conveyed love and lust for the man in front of you. “I just didn’t want the edge of your desk digging into my lower back like last time.” ‘God that was fucking amazing.’

               He leaned down, pressing his lips to the side of your neck like you did to him. “I clearly remember not complaints last time.” He bit the side of your neck softly, pulling a moan from your lips. His hands started to undo the buttons of the shirt you were wearing, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra ether. “Fuck.” His voice was low as he placed his forehead against your, looking down at you as the shirt laid open exposing you to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands skimmed down your sides to your thighs. “Jump.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You jumped as his hands held you against him. He didn’t realize how wet you were until he grinded himself into you, causing the both of you to moan at the friction.

               He walked you to the bed and laid you down. You scooted up to the pillows as he climbed up the bed like a predator, kissing and nibbling his way up your legs. He skipped over the place where you really needed him the most. He placed a kiss on your hips before continuing his ascend up your body. He reached your breasts, one hand slid over one breast as his mouth took the other. He grazed his teeth across the nipple causing you to through your head back and moan. Your hands weaved their way into his hair, gently raking your nails against his scalp drawing a moan from him. It sent shivers down your spine as you felt the vibrations against your breast. He released your nipple with a wet pop then doing the same thing to the other. You tugged slightly at his hair, causing him to look up at you. His eyes were completely blown with lust and by god you loved it. He bit down on the tops of your breasts, leaving marks there just like he always does before making his way to your neck. He nibbled and sucked at your neck, almost like you did to him. He dragged whimpers and wanton moans from you.

               “Charles, please.” You were practically begging him, you only hoped that he would give you what you wanted.

               “Oh love. You think you could tease me like you did and get away with it.” His voice was low and husky, making his accent even more. It sent shivers down your spine and you moaned. His right hand slipped down your body until it was buried in between your legs. Running his fingers through your folds, flicking your clit from time to time. He then inserted a single finger which caused you to arch your back off the mattress, moaning his name softly like a prayer. He started work his finger inside you as his lips attached themselves to you neck, leaving small dark marks. When he was satisfied with what he had done, his lips captured yours. His tongue skimming over your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing him to slip in. Your tongues fought for dominance but he won like always. He added another finger as he continued to work your pussy. You threw your head back against the pillow and moaned loud, he took this movement to attack your neck again.

               “Fuck, Charles. God please.” You moaned, his stubble covered chin grazing the soft skin of your collar bone. He knew you were getting close. He lifted his head and saw the way you looked, a thin layer of sweat covered your exposed skin and your hair fanned out over the pillow. To him, you were prefect. To him, you were his everything.

               “As you wish, my love.” He withdrew his fingers from you, causing you to whimper in protest. Which didn’t last long when he buried his face in between your legs.

               “FUCK!” You moaned, bordering on a scream. Your hands instantly buried themselves in his hair, keeping him in place the best you could. His tongue pushing past your folds, entering you. He started to fuck you with his tongue. His pace matched the pace that he had when he finger fucked you. You were getting closer to the edge and he knew it. He slipped his fingers back inside you as his lips attached themselves on your clit. He felt your walls tighten around his fingers.

               “Cum for me love.” Just like that, your body obeyed his order. He worked you through your orgasm, lapping at everything you offered him. He moved back up your body once he knew he got everything. His lips attached yours, you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips. You could feel him hard and heavy against your hip. You needed him inside you, NOW.

               You slid your hand down in between your bodies, gripping him. You stroked him slightly before you aligned him at your entrance. He took this and pushed his way into you. Stopping when he bottomed out, filling you completely. Both of you moaned at the sensation.

               “Fuck, darling.” He held himself over your body with one elbow next to your shoulder as he buried his other into your hair while your arms were wrapped around his shoulders. You looked into each other’s eyes, his blue eyes were as bright as ever while being completely blown. You nodded your head, letting him know he could move. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving the head of his cock still buried inside you. With force, he slammed into making you cry out in pleasure. He kept this pace up. The sounds of skin slapping skin mixed with the sounds of your moans filled the room. Nether of you caring if anyone heard you, you were so wrapped up in each other that the world could end and you would be happy.

               He kept this pace up, fast and brutal. He was getting close and you knew it. You felt him twitch inside you, which caused you to moan louder. “Charles.” You moaned, digging your nails into his back which caused him to fuck into you harder. If that was even possible.

               “I know, my love. I right there with you. Now cum for me.” Your body shook hard as your orgasm wreaked over you. Cumming hard around him, dragging him over the edge with you. He bit down on your shoulder, causing you to scream in pleasure as he began to cum. He continued to work inside you, milking your orgasms as long as possible before collapsing on top of you. His face buried in the crook of your neck as he laid there, catching his breath. Both of you covered in sweat and it honestly didn’t bother you. He lifted his head and saw the mark on your shoulder. “I am so sorry love. I didn’t mean to bite that hard.” He looked down at you, his eyes were filled with regret for it.

               “Darling, there is no need to be sorry. I loved it and I love you.” His eyes softened when he looked into yours. Your eyes showed love, compassion, and adoration for the man above you. All he did was nod his head before getting up and walking into the bathroom and returning with a warm wet washcloth. He cleaned you up and tossed it into the laundry basket across the room. He slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. You buried your face into his chest, you loved it when you cuddled after he just literally fucked you into the mattress.

               “Now, darling.” He kissed the top of your head as he started to run his fingers through your hair. “The next time you tease me remember this.” You looked up at him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

               “Oh my Charles. You think that was teasing?” You smirked up at him. “I should show you what I do when I tease.”


Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist 

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 1.4k+ 

Beta: @waywardlullabies​ 

Warnings: None.

A/N: Guys… Things are gonna get interesting from now on. Just warning y’all.  Feedback is always appreciated it! <3


“I’m not drinking. Ever. Again.”

Your words came out slowly and with an under gruff tone. The morning after your birthday party wasn’t as festive and carefree as the night before. Instead, you woke up with a dry mouth and headache. Events of the night were mostly blurry or non-existent in your mind. Only recalling all the tequila you drank, the money you won and that you ended up in your apartment heavily drunk.

Sam scoffed with a small flat smile as he slid the hot coffee towards you. Inhaling the smell of brewed coffee made your insides flutter with joy. The smell of coffee being really satisfying in this moment of regret. Blowing air in order to cold the coffee before you took a small sip.

“Thank you,” you sighed placing the cup on the counter.

Sam nodded with a weak smile. “Babe?” he said softly catching your attention.

You watched him laid both hands above the kitchen counter. Something was off about him since both of you woke up this morning, being mostly silence and pensive. You gave Sam a nod with an arched eyebrow as answer instead asking what.

Sam clenched his jaw, “Do your remember anything that happened last night?”

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Camera Anxiety (Josh Dun)

I know I haven’t posted in what seems like forever but I am on a school break and I hope to updating a few more times before i go back to hell. I hope this wasnt to sloppy and rushed as I was tired and needed sleep however i am semi proud of this so here we go.

thanking the beautiful anon for the request that inspired this i hope you enjoy it. 

Words: 1,070+


me and Josh have been officially going out for 2 months now and we know so much about each other as we were friends before we started dating, this means that Josh is aware that I have severe anxiety and suffer with frequent terrifying panic attacks. I am also aware of Josh’s anxiety and panic attacks and how he feels uncomfortable in certain situations that can trigger anxiety. 

When I started going out with Josh I knew that I was going to be in the spotlight at certain times and I was ok with this as it is what comes with dating Josh. This has never really effected me because I have not yet been with Josh when he has been smothered with cameras and the bright flashes have been aimed at him at countless directions. Though I haven’t been there with him when this has happened he has told me about previous occasions where this has occurred. Sometimes he is able to calm himself down using different techniques that personally for him however sometimes he is unable to calm himself down and he is thrown into a full blown panic attack and those are not enjoyable for anyone.

Josh is currently on tour with Tyler and me and Jenna have tagged along for a portion of it to see the boys as well as visit some area of the world that we have not seen before. Its a sunday and Tyler, Josh, Jenna and I have just arrived in Sydney Australia a beautiful place and a beautiful country. As today is a non show day we thought it would be fun to all go out and have dinner together as this is a rare opportunity for us all to be together and we would like to make the most out of it.

We clamber out of the tour bus and get in one of the vans that come with the tour gear and is used the take us to places where/near Josh and Tyler are performing. We are dropped off in the city and we walk the clustered streets of Sydney looking for a peaceful restaurant to eat at. Seeing that the streets are busy Josh senses me tense slightly at the sight of hundreds of people in an unknown place, he grabs hold of my slightly clammy hand and helps me guide through the busy commuters. 

Finally, after what seemed like forever we found a suitable restaurant and we sit down to eat together and talk about the tour as well as what me and jenna have been doing at home. We are in mid-conversation when when a couple of teens one male and one female approached our table appearing to be slightly giddy and excited. They must have been aged only 15/16. The male was wearing dark skinny jeans with rips in them and a checkered shirt however when i glanced down at his wrist I saw that he was wearing a Twenty One Pilots wristband, i smiled to myself. The girl has similar faded jeans with rips as well as a pastel pink top under a denim jacket, she also had the same Twenty One Pilots wristband.

“Hello really sorry to disturb you guys but we are big fans and we were wondering if we could get a photo really quickly.” The boy says.

“Yeah sure” Tyler responds getting up along with Josh to take photos with them, they talk for a few minutes and then come and sit back down afterwards.

“They seemed really nice. What were their names?” I ask

“They were really cool, they were called Lily and Mikey” Josh responds.

We continue to make meaningless small talk and continue to eat our meals with no other interruptions. As we were walking towards the exit after we had payed I noticed a large crowd had formed near the doorway that was making me uneasy just by looking at it. Josh grabs onto my hand and leans down to my ear.

“Just look down and dont let go of my hand” I nod in response not entirely trusting my voice to not break when i spoke.

as we approached nearer to the door I could start to see the piercing flashes or the white lights that are placed on cameras to try and get a good shot of their victim. The doors of the restaurant open and we are in a vulnerable position exposed to the cameras, to the media, to the world. I don’t dare look up from the concrete pavement and I don’t dare let go of Josh’s hand, in that moment I want to shrivel up into a small tight ball and hide from the bright flashes that create fierce contrast with the dark night sky. I feel my heart turning to stone and dropping in my chest it feels heavy and alive as it pounds with great force against my ribcage that I am sure that everyone else in close proximity to me is able to hear it. I feel my legs going weak and losing the ability to keep up with Josh as trail behind slightly, my vision becomes slightly blurred as my head spins and a million miles per hour with a constant pounding present at the back of my head. 

Somehow, and I am clueless on how I managed to make it out of that pit alive and in one peice we are away from the lights and flashes of paparazzi and clustered area to a space that is open and free away from the hustle. I realise that I am no longer holding Josh’s hand and Jenna has ushered me away from Tyler and Josh. In the heat of the moment i remember Josh telling mr something about when he sees other people getting anxious over a situation it sometimes triggers his own anxiety, Tyler must know this and made sure that we were separated until we were calm. 

Jenna sits me down on a wooden bench as is rubbing light circles on my back to take my focus away from Josh and the flashes and to only focus on my breathing and wellbeing. 

After about 10 minutes me and Josh are reunited as we have both calmed down, I take in his worn out appearance and see a sloppy, disheveled, beautiful smile appear on his face. I crawl into his arms and I am the most relaxed I will ever be in Josh’s embrace.

Okay. I’ve come to respect and understand if people don’t like Sarah J Maas’s books, thus you post on the ‘anti tog’ or 'anti acotar’ tags. It happens. But do you really need to have an anti sjm tag?

Just because you don’t agree with how she writes or what she’s made her stories into, it doesn’t make her a bad person in real life.

I have come to see that she’s made really bad mistakes when it comes to race issues (like with Nehemia), but I also feel that if she were to try to write to please absolutely everyone then she would be seen as trying too hard or writing about things she doesn’t understand - thus offending more people.

She’s an author. She’ll make mistakes, and there’s always going to be things she can’t do because people will somehow take it the wrong way. She’s still learning and we, as readers, can help her and give her feedback.

But the basis of what I’m trying to say is that you can hate tog and acotar all you want, but sjm is literally the nicest lady and wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt anyone. There’s no reason to hate her.

have you met my six children: redux!

i think i got a little bit carried away remixing this thing with the 6oc book cover because that seemed like a good idea today  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(original six of crows jacket art and design by rich deas)

Wait, that’s the TM quote everyone is so pissy about?

Listen, y’all, I’ve been sitting on a bunch of thoughts for a month or so about how Vaxleth is, in the end, a much more realistic (real-world) relationship - getting together because of attraction that may be uneven at first, but talking through their issues and taking things slowly and eventually settling into a good relationship - while Perc’ahlia is a relationship that is tailor-made for drama and shipping and all the things most of us love in our fiction, but is not necessarily a situation that would translate as well to a real life relationship, at least not as presented in canon.

And that’s OKAY. The things we like in fiction don’t have to be the things we want in real life! Fiction is where we get to explore the dramatic and the exciting and the exhilarating and scary and problematic things we’d never want to deal with in real life. Fiction is our escape. It doesn’t have to be the healthiest or most realistic thing in the world. Perc’ahlia is 10000% my jam right now. It’s everything I need to escape from the shit that is real life right now. But that has absolutely nothing to do with anything the actors think about their characters or what they’re doing.

And as an aside, I don’t blame Marisha one single tiny little bit if she’s a little bit defensive about her character’s ship. She’s fucking seen the way people talk about her - and not just the dudebros who give her shit on Twitter and Reddit. All of you posting shit about how much you hate Vaxleth and how it’s terrible and should never have happened in the main critrole tag … y’all, it’s been established on more than one occasion that various cast members look at Tumblr from time to time. She’s seen what you guys say, too. Which is fine, you are more than free to post whatever you want in whatever tags you want, but don’t be surprised if she’s maybe a little tired of hearing how her character’s relationship is so inferior to something else. She’s human, and she’s attached to her character. 

(But seriously y’all. Plenty of people have written screeds about how ~unhealthy Vaxleth is compared to Perc’ahlia, in places where anyone can see it. Marisha thinks differently. Let me express my complete non-surprise.)

Beauty and the Beast

Request: Hello again😊 I had just watched the new beauty and the beast ❤❤and if requests are still open could you do a Bucky x reader similar to the movie? With the avengers as various characters from the movie. It’s a bit far fetched but if you could do it that would be amazing😊❤❤ ily

Blog Tag: @leah5684

A/N: Hey, yooo, who remembers Beastly with Alex Pettyfer? I looooove that movie. I tried to make this modern and Marvel without making it too close to Beastly. It ended up more like the Disney version, though. Also, this doesn’t have the Avengers in it.

Warnings: If you have seen the old Disney animated movie, you have no worries.

Word Count Total: 1888

Long Imagine #13

Title: Beauty and the Beast (Part 1)

Originally posted by go-fandom-imagines

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white girls running in horror movies amiright

boy you betta-

yo imagine snapchatting with him ((rippppp))

dance line who? i only know seaweed monster

honestly this whole log is the funniest thing i’ve ever seen

them dimples tho 😩😩 !!

get em baby

((every namjoon dance on idol weekly is the greatest thing to ever happen to me))


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Family Matters

Request:  Had a cute idea where Tonys daughter and Bucky don’t have his support for their year long relationship so they take off and elope. When they get back tony admits defeat, hugs her and shakes bucks hand. Welcomes them back with a huge party and a private ceremony cause he wants to walk his daughter down the isle. I’m needing some fluff after this week!

Pairing: Bucky x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Nothing!

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Being Tony Stark’s daughter, I found my home in the Avengers. When Cap went after Bucky, I went with him. My dad didn’t like it, he tried to get me to stay. Dad didn’t even know Bucky but he didn’t like him, he didn’t know why but he had a bad feeling about him. Steve had to convince him several times that he would never let anything happen to me. I’m a grown ass adult. I don’t HAVE to do what dad tells me to anymore, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t respect his wishes. So, after several badgerings from Cap to dad, he finally reluctantly agreed.

After we found Bucky, and everything went to shit and I had to choose between my father and my best friend, I knew what I had to do. I went with Cap, because if something like this happened to me, and I was forced to kill people against my will, for 7- fucking years I would sure hope someone would stick up for me. Of course, it broke my father’s heart.

Bucky and I began a romantic relationship after Cap rescued us from the underwater freaking prison. My father was in tears when he came to see us, he wanted to get me out, buy my freedom because you know he could, but I didn’t want to. My friends and teammates are in here for the long run, and I wasn’t going to leave them.

He reluctantly left, but he did nonetheless.

After Steve saved us, and brought us to Wakanda, Bucky was put under the ice again until they can find a way to remove the trigger words from his brain, but, before they did that, he kissed me…and told me I needed to know of his feeling for me before he went under again. He told me I didn’t have to wait for him, but I told him I would. Now, 2 years later, he is out of the ice and trigger free. He is officially free from Hydra. After several moments of joyous tears, I kissed him, and told him I waited for him, if he still wanted me. Steve told me the smile that erupted on his face was one he hadn’t seen since before the war.


Dad was busy trying to get us pardoned for our crimes against the united nations, so we could come home. I told him of mine and Bucky’s relationship, and of course he does not approve of it. He said he accepts Barnes will be apart of everyone’s life, but he doesn’t forgive him for killing my grandparents, and certainly doesn’t want him as his son in law. Of course, I had to tell him that we will be together regardless if we have his blessings, and I really wished he would give me them, because he’s all I have. Father of course is stubborn as a mule and didn’t want to. Bucky understood, as he’s much more mellow than I am.

Not too long after this, still in Wakanda, Bucky asked me to marry him. I couldn’t believe it, and he told me any woman that’s going to wait for you for 2 years while you’re frozen is worth putting a ring on. I of course told him yes, and called my father. I told him we were getting married, and I wanted nothing more than him to accept it.

He once again said no, and I told him if he doesn’t straighten out, he will lose me as a daughter. I don’t want that of course, I love him so much as he’s the only parent I have.

But, if he didn’t wanna be happy for me then I don’t need him. I’ve never wanted anything in my life but my father to walk me down the aisle. If I don’t get that wish, then so be it. At least I’ll have my Bucky. Bucky is of course, upset about this as he never intended for this to escalate as far as it had. But he never expected my father to be so petty. So we’re sitting here, in Wakanda, getting ready to elope. It’s not what I ever wanted, but I want to take this man’s name as my own.


After the ceremony, Bucky and I went on our little honeymoon in Italy. We didn’t stay long just a couple days. That was the weekend we made love for the first time, and it was everything I could have imagined it would be. When we got back to Wakanda, my father was standing there and it was the greatest honeymoon gift I could have received. I ran to him, and held him. I cried, and cried. I hadn’t seen him in so long, and no matter what, I would always be his little girl. He walked up to Bucky, and Bucky was obviously prepared for a fight but all dad did was shake his hand, and welcome him to the family. I was shocked, more so at what happened afterwards. He told me to come home and have a proper wedding, they got the United Nations to forgive us, and we can now come home.

“Besides, I want to walk my daughter down the aisle…”

TAGS: @marvel-fanfiction

Listen like. I know the whole “Emily is Torbjorn’s kid!” thing is mostly a joke but list e n.

Emily meeting Lena for the first time at an overwatch thing and just. “dad u didn’t tell me u worked with a literal angel what the ungodly fuck dad” “you’ve met ang—” “not her. the one who just blinked into the wall.” “…”

Lena wooing Emily with god awful pickup lines during said thing and torb just looks at his wife, wife calmly takes a sip of her drink and just. “Called it.”

Only child and war orphan Lena immediately inundated and welcomed into the fam by a mountain of small children who have already embraced her as a big sister by proxy and she loves ALL OF THEM.

Also like Lena never being more intimidated of Torbjorn, a man she has gone into battle with and seen make and destroy weapons of mass destruction, then when she goes to ask for his blessing to propose to Emily. He gives her the biGGEST HUG and just. “about damn time.” 

The lindholme fam all have Discourse Kazoos for family dinners just in case Omnics get brought up bc that is the only time things get heated between lena and torb like. “Did you hear about what’s happening with Russ–” “PZZZZZZZZZZZTT”