Homegirl’s a doctor, not a fighter, and im pretty sure theres something in the Hippocratic oath about “do no harm”, but is it for therapists? see rating. She could possibly psychoanalyze her way around you and maybe manipulae you for her own goals, and she’s been taking yoga classes so she’s probably really flexible. If youre fit, go for it.
Chance of winning: ???
She’d probably get so anxious that she’d time travel and where would that leave you? Alone and with no one to fight. In any case, why would you ever??? Let her rest, she’s been through enough.
Chance of winning: 0%
Listen. She’s a telepath, she knows youre next move before even you do. You can say “oh shes just an art student!!” all you want but consider: she’s a sculptor and can probably take your eye out with a scoring tool. Do not attempt.
Chance of winning: 10%
Dude’s a football player, so he’s pretty darn ripped, and probably fast too. Can literally sense fear, will use that to his advantage. Only attempt of you want a challenge.
Chance of winning: 90%, but at what cost?
This child is an emo wreck and will end up crying on the floor if you hit him, which is not fun for anyone. Also, his boyfriend will 100% beat you up for it, so theres that. And I will also beat you up. Leave this boy alone.
Chance of winning: 0%
listen I know what the rating says, and we all know why its like that but please, p l e a s e fight Damien, everyone will cheer you on. You’ll fail but it will be glorious. Fight Damien.
Chance of winning: 50%
He seems like a pretty normal guy? that rating goes up or down depending on what atypical he’s near, but in a fair one on one throwdown? average joe. Go for it for a fun time, he’ll probably take you out for ice cream and a beer afterwards.
Chance of winning: 99%
PLEase fight him it will be easy and hilarious. The guy is a bureaucrat and needs to file forms in triplicate to get authorization to throw down, so time is on your side. Fight Agent Green.
it’s that time of the year again, my dear friends - madeleine’s yearly follow forever/blog appreciation post/blog recommendations is here!! this year I’ve carefully picked out a bunch of talented content creators that I adore and highly suggest you to check out! I’ve also added my beloved mutuals and other blogs that I’m currently loving. These are all active blogs and they all post/reblog top quality content, enjoy! :)
💕 = mutuals, hey I love you lots!!! bolded = active content creators (gifs/gfx/edits/art) italics = networks/fansites
Request: “I really love your stories!!! Can I request a Newt Scamander x Reader using the song "If I Die Young” by the Band Perry? Really angsty please?? I don’t mind what you come up with, I just need angst!!!! Thank you! ❤️❤️😀"
Newt sits next to the Black Lake, knees pressed to his chest, glasses slipping down his nose. He doesn’t bother adjusting them, though, doesn’t move a muscle even as the sun begins to set and stars begin their show for the night. He doesn’t move until an unfamiliar hand tugs on the sleeve of his arm, telling him to get up before they get the nurse.
Only then does he stand and tear his eyes from the Black Lake. It slurps, teasing him, calling him back over and over, cries growing fainter as he stumbles up the path.
“Yer lucky yer roommates let me know you were missing when they did. The grounds are no place to be when there’s a storm coming.”
Newt doesn’t respond to the comment. He doesn’t care what the professor has to say or if he’ll lose Hufflepuff house points.
“Not to mention the trouble yer already in will be compounded if yer caught outside yer common room at this hour.”
Newt once again shrugs off the comment, not worrying about any sort of repercussion. He deserves what Dippet has been threatening. Deserves that and more for what he has done.
The professor is heavier set, and he grunts as he guides Newt up the path. “I know ya’ say ya’ don’t want ta talk about this, but ya’ should find someone. Far as I understand it, you’ve another friend to talk ta?”
The words are sour in Newt’s mind. Yes, he had another friend. She’s gone, now, and he’s alone. “No.”
The professor squints down at him. “Ya’ sure? I’ve heard yer friendly with that Slytherin girl.”
Newt shakes his head, jaw clenching. “I don’t know any Slytherins.”
“Well, I coulda sworn.”
“You’d be wrong, then.” Newt says, words icy as they cut off the man’s sentence.
The professor seems to understand now as he falls silent, offering Newt an escort up paths that are all too familiar.
I do! I hope you like these, if anyone sees any that I missed don’t hesitate to let me know! (Gif by @viktvr!)
like your french girls by ebenroot, Teen, 102k In which Victor is an artist, Yuuri is his figure skating muse, and Yuri is so done hearing about their stupid love story through Instagram. WOW THIS IS AMAZING!!
Yuri On Paper by WhiteMarsh, Explicit, 10k (WIP) Yuuri has looked up to brilliant artist Victor for nearly a decade so when Victor hosts a six-month art class, he jumps at the opportunity. What could go wrong? Pretty much everything. This is great so far!
Ink on Ice by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia), Teen, 43k Because a mangaka and figure skater just didn’t mix together. Or so people thought until they saw Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov. This is such a good fic!
Wings by maygunbun, Gen, 2.2k Street artist Katsuki Yuuri wakes up to find that his wall art has been altered by the famous Viktor Nikiforov. From there, the two get to know each other despite having never met face-to-face, for a picture speaks a thousand words. Thumbs up!
life and love by novocaine_sea, Gen, 12k Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. Italian Victor… I mean?? So perfect!
Scrambled Eggs and Waffles by ayyyywhatsup, Teen, 9.1k Yuuri, someone who hates mornings, picks up a job at his parent’s breakfast diner. If it weren’t for his friends Yuuko and Phichit, he’d have probably fried off his face by now. Viktor comes in one day, and leaves behind little pieces of art behind on napkins. Very sweet one shot!
gays on ink: an epic love story by thankyouforexisting, Teen, 5.6k Yuuri looks up from where he’s wringing his hands together in his lap, nervous, heart beating way too fast, and looks at his 73 copyrighted Victor Nikiforov posters, and the framed picture by his bed, and the copies of Victor’s artwork that he’s got lying on his nightstand. “Maybe it would be better to go somewhere else,” he chokes out, a bit strangled. Artist!Yuuri high school AU!
PS I miss you. by Viktor__Nikiforov, Mature, 21k (WIP) When Yuuri’s Idol follows him on instagram, praising his art, Yuuri might have had a heartattack. But what happens when their internet friendship becomes more. Can it work? Rec’d by a follower!
Androgyny by SoraRyuuzaki, Teen, 7.7k (WIP) “Victor Nikiforov, who was a regular back before he moved to Los Angeles, has quickly resumed his patronage at the café, which also boasts paintings by a young artist signed Y. Katsuki. One painting in particular, which yet remains untitled, is an obvious homage to Victor Nikiforov’s first famous painting, Androgyny. Art enthusiasts can visit this homage, which evokes all sorts of powerful emotions, at the King and the Coffee in Detroit.” Hasn’t updated in awhile, but it’s really good so far!
urgent need of gravity by RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus), Teen, 36k (WIP) In which Yuuri is a make-up artist working in a small salon when he’s suddenly invited to work for big time fashion brand Stammi Vicino right alongside its top male model, Viktor Nikiforov, and love isn’t all glitter and perfectly-winged eyeliner. Makeup artist AU!
I will break the ice of your heart by Madlymiho, Explicit, 35k (WIP) Yuuri is a talented but very shy student who enters in a new university for his last year. There, he meets a coldhearted and strict philosophy teacher: Viktor Nikiforov. Despite their differences, the two of them start to get closer… art student Yuuri! Thumbs up!
A Sketchbook of Youby S_naly, Gen, 7.5k (WIP) Nearly two weeks ago, Yuuri came across the most beautiful sight he seen. He had gotten out of bed early to hopefully sketch and paint the fresh snow-ridden Hogwarts scenery, but was distracted instead with an ethereal figure gracefully ice skating on the Great Lake. Hogwarts AND an artist AU!
the golden hour by wynsolstice, Teen, 7k The photographer blinked at him before smiling brightly. Without warning, he grabbed Yuuri by the hand. His skin was smooth, and very, very warm. Biting his lip, Yuuri glanced up at him. Photographer Victor!
The romantic writing of Dean / Cas (through deleted scenes)
OK, so full disclosure. This started as a simple answer but turned into a whole thing about TPTB and the meaning of deleted scenes and kind of therefore ended up as a Tink’s own small version of a masterpost of the writing of Destiel.
For me, deleted scenes are really important. They made their way to the DVD anyway so are part of canon, lets start with that. But they are deleted for a reason. And before that, they are though up, written, authorised, acted and edited for a reason.
For me the deleted scenes I list below are a big, core part of why I believe Dean and Cas are written romantically and that this is canon. Whether they decide to follow through on it is another matter but I and I know a lot of others agree that they are clearly written romantically and these deleted scenes uphold that. Then they are deleted. Now, some deleted scenes are for time but as you can see here, these scenes often hold key information regarding the overall narrative so clearly they are deleted because of the strong Destiel references. I like to believe this is because they just want to drag it out instead of completely get rid of it from the show, I was worried I’ll be honest before mid season 11 but since then I’m tentatively positive in that I believe the tides are turning and they will textualise Destiel properly and stop deleting these kinds of scenes, especially since season 12 has had so many similar scenes go through to the final cut…
The important deleted scenes for me regarding Destiel are:
1. The deleted scene from 10x23
Cas states clearly that his time on earth has been more important to him than any time in Heaven and Sam and Dean are like family to him.
As always Cas’s scenes that are just too emotionally compromising or hint too deeply at his feelings for Dean (even if Sam is lobbed in there too) are deleted, BUT this in particular has now been addressed in 12x12! So….fingers crossed?!
2. The deleted scene from season 9
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE, IT IS SO IMPORTANT TO THE WHOLE SHOW, to the whole of the narrative for Cas and Crowley.
This one scene just kills me as it sets up Cas and Crowley’s whole arcs for the whole show and yet it is deleted because, clearly, no homo. As otherwise it is an excellent scene to shed light on two of the core characters of the show and reveals their motivations for their actions, which is what a lot of the fans have struggled with, saying these 2 characters are stale.
In this scene Cas and Crowley discuss how they ‘dislike’ being human and how it’s so not worth it and why would you want to be human anyway (the underlying feeling being that they’re both lying and there is a reason they would like to be) - and then Dean immediately walks in and they share a glance. This is….. expositional screenwriting 101 ?
I mean this is a classic - in fact it reminded me so clearly of the opening scene of a classic romantic supernatural love pairing in the cartoon Beauty and the Beast - the narrator says “for… who could love a Beast?” - and it CUTS TO BELLE’s introduction…
And yet they cut this scene. And it means we don’t get a clear narrative reason why Cas and Crowley do what they do and are who they are, and casual viewers who don’t look into things as deeply as all of us are confused and think they’re stale and uninteresting.
Without this scene only people who really look into the show in huge detail, dorks like me, will know that Cas and Crowley are mirrors of each other and both their arcs up to a point revolve entirely around Dean Humanity Winchester.
Yes. That is what happens when you cut important scenes for a stupid reason, the whole show doesn’t make sense and fans get annoyed. *facepalms*.
There are probably people out there who think Cas still wants to be an Angel pffff because he said “I just wanna be an Angel again“ that one time. Yeah, that one time he thought Dean was dead and there was nothing left for him and he knew being a proper Angel would lessen his emotional pain and give him a purpose to focus on. But then, as soon as he learned Dean was still wandering the Earth he just… hangs around, pining, languishing in the blue bathrobe of despair, hoping to fix him.
And when he finally does get some grace back (FROM CROWLEY - these two are so interlinked Chuck help me what a great narrative if they actually showed it properly) he doesn’t WANT the grace, Crowley doesn’t really want to give Cas grace either but he does it FOR DEAN, and Cas, he allows Crowley to do it FOR DEAN. This then also reminds us how earlier on when Cas steals his first lot of grace Dean asks Cas if he’s cool about being an Angel again Cas deflects and says he needs it. Not wants it, but needs it to fight.
WHY does Castiel not want his grace back? WHY might Castiel have learned to love ‘humanity’? WHY might Castiel want to be human?
This scene is not only is great for it’s own individual reveal - Cas and Crowley jealously pretending they dont care about Dean and perhaps he is the other’s boyfriend, even using the term boyfriend, I mean, guys. Could this be clearer?
But this also just ties in to the whole end of the episode where Dean hands CAS the first blade instead of returning it to Crowley. HE CHOOSES CAS! THIS IS SO IMPORTANT (and is easily overlooked as it was deleted for *reasons*).
This, in an episode where Cas is clearly narratively paralleled as Dean’s Colette, where Dean is scared of losing himself and in a call-back to the season’s start and call-forward to the season’s ending Cas is desperately trying to save him and stop, to keep his humanity….
So, in conclusion…
There is a recurring theme of Destiel (and Drowley) - heavy scenes being cut and this is hurting the narrative of the overall show. It’s not that these relationship are written into the show to begin with that is the problem as they are key to so much of the overall story arcs but the fact that they are written in, used extensively as key points in the story while being kept in the subtext and then when there is an opportunity to make it textual to make it make SENSE to the narrative it is so heavily affecting, these scenes are cut.
*FACEPALMS SO HARD INTO MY KEYBOARD*
Why are they hurting their own show by doing this?!
So yeah, it’d be lovely if they actually showed these scenes that explains WHY things are happening to the casual viewer and Destiel shippers weren’t sometimes made to feel like we are grasping at straws.
Newsflash, it’s like a milkshake bar there are so many straws in this show, everyone involved knows about it and plays on it and CONSISTENTLY WRITES IT INTO THE MAIN NARRATIVE.
Just search Amara on my blog, the whole of season 11 doesn’t make sense without Destiel. If God’s sister herself reveals that Dean represents humanity after the fandom had that meltdown after Metatron’s ‘in love with humanity’ speech, DURING a scene interspersed with Metatron just to remind us ;) If God’s sister has to work through the Dean / Cas longing to reach Dean, uses Cas to manipulate Dean, keeps talking to Dean about love and hiding things, holding back, if Dean calls out to Cas while in Amara’s presence and pretty consistently only cares about Cas during these interactions where Amara is present, even though they themselves are bonded by the mark, one of God’s most powerful creations…. please.
And season 12 basically is one long Cas-focused parallel so they know what they are doing at this point. I want to trust Dabb but we have been burned before so… tentatively fingers crossed on this one now.
It’s just so freaking stupid to build a gorgeous story and through Chuck knows what, I like to hope it’s not homophobia but at these points I feel like what else can it be, they ruin their own narrative and make the story just flounder, not making a whole lot of sense because they are not following through on their own narrative and we are therefore MISSING INFORMATION!
We are tired of waiting for this all to make sense.
So I recommend anyone and everyone pay attention to deleted scenes. They are scenes that show that writers have noticed all the other subtext themselves in order to add to it, then thought about, written, acted out, edited and at the last junction been ripped out, and from these scenes it’s clear why, they all share a focal point - canonising or at least heavily clarifying the subtext between Cas and Dean and/or Crowley and Dean.
Because it is there, we are not insane. If it gets so far as to get acted out and left on the cutting room floor then it’s there and there’s a reason it’s been cut.
Warnings: None!! This is a continuation of another short piece of writing that you can find here
Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Genre: Angst but also finally some fluff
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: HOLY CRAP GUYS!! I’m so blown away by your reactions to the first part, it’s absolutely nuts. Your kind words and feedback are appreciated, I hope this lives up to your expectations 💕
It had been two days since your fight with Peter and you were still really messed up about it. It was a Sunday afternoon and you had refused to get out of your bed since you had gotten in it over 48 hours ago. You had no motivation to do anything, only getting up to use the bathroom when you really needed to or to stock up on snacks. You slept a lot, trying to avoid the feeling of guilt that rotted away in the bottom of your stomach. Your only other super close friend Michelle was blowing up your phone with texts even though you really weren’t in the mood. You told her so, and she decided that she needed to come over (against your wishes).
“This is the most pathetic thing I’ve seen in my whole life.” Michelle’s voice woke you up from yet another nap, and you opened your eyes to find her standing over you.
“Yeah, this is the most pathetic I’ve felt in my whole life so I guess it’s fitting,” you mumbled.
“Seriously, are you this bummed out about a tiny fight with Peter?” she asked. “What did you even argue about anyway?” You groaned at the memories replaying in your head.
“I don’t even know what really happened,” you said, running your hands through your hair. “I was just so mad and I took it all out on him. Not only that, I also got super jealous.” Michelle listened to your words carefully and you could see the gears turning in her mind.
“Who is it that you were jealous of?” she questioned.
“Oh god, this is so embarrassing,” you complained. “It was Liz Allan, the senior. Peter’s been hanging out with her a lot lately and he ditched me to go to her stupid party. Man, what does he see in her anyway? Other than the fact that she’s pretty, smart, and just about everything I’m not… Not that it matters, I just miss him since he’s, you know, a busy guy.” The two of you were silent for a moment. You hadn’t really meant to say all of that, but Michelle had a way of getting you to open up to her. She stared at you for a long time and you raised your eyebrows at her, puzzled by her strange look.
“Y/N, you totally love Peter,” she declared. You started to argue, but she cut you off. “You like him so much and you’re jealous of Liz because you think he likes her! This isn’t because you were mad, this is because you won’t admit you have feelings for him! I called it!"
"MJ, that’s crazy…” you said. “He’s just a friend."
"A friend that you love,” she corrected. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. She was right. Of course she was right, she always was. Thinking about Peter with Liz made you feel like a wave had washed over you, suffocating you in a mix of insufferable envy and sadness. Every time he said her name your stomach dropped, similar to how it did during roller coaster rides or when you drove over big hills. You knew you needed to fix things with him, he was way too important to you and you couldn’t let things stay the way they were. Michelle left, spewing out kind words of support and advice as she went. You finally stood up, ready to face your problems.
Tracking Peter down was hard. You didn’t want to text him because you weren’t sure he was going to answer. Even if he did, would he really want to see you? You tried his apartment but his aunt was the only one home. May usually loved seeing you, but today she seemed a little off. You didn’t blame her, Peter probably had told her what happened and her opinion of you must have changed. You decided to try one other place, the spot where you and Peter had spent most of your time together.
The rooftop was a little chilly and your ears stung a bit in the wind, but you barely noticed since you were so preoccupied with finding Peter. Sure enough, there he was, sitting with his legs dangling off the ledge. He was in the Spider-Man suit but the mask was off, discarded behind him on the cement. You took a deep breath and approached him quietly. He must have heard you, probably from his super senses, because he turned his head to face you. He looked just as awful as you did, if not worse. His hair was a mess and he had deep purple circles beneath his eyes. His skin was blotchy and it seemed as if he had cried recently.
“Hi,” you said, willing your voice not to crack. You fidgeted with your hands, unsure of how to begin.
“Hi,” Peter echoed, his tone lacking all of its usual enthusiasm. He swung his legs back over the ledge and stood up.
“I… I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry,” you started. “I was totally out of line, I should never have said any of those things to you-"
"Yeah, no kidding,” Peter said. He furrowed his brows, looking at the ground. “Look, I want to accept your apology and for everything to be cool…"
"Great!” you said, relieved. It felt as if a boulder had been lifted off of your shoulders that you didn’t realize you had been carrying.
“I want to,” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “But I don’t know if I can. It’s just… Well, it’s complicated.”
“So tell me how I can fix it,” you begged. If you had any tears left you would have been crying, but you had already shed them all. You were completely empty and the only thing you could do was stand there like a statue.
“Y/N, you said some pretty bad things,” Peter reminded you. As if you had forgotten. “Honestly, it was bad enough for you to take swings at me, but Liz? What did she ever do to you? I just don’t get it.” And so it began. You couldn’t stop yourself, the words started tumbling out of your mouth before you could contain them.
“I don’t like her,” you blurted, your hands falling to your sides. “I don’t like you hanging out with her, I don’t like you talking about her, and I really don’t like you choosing her over me. It makes me feel like garbage. All you do is pine over her and the worst part is that you don’t even realize that it upsets me!” Peter’s mouth was a thin line, his eyes darkening. You felt a surge of dread flow through you. Not again, this wasn’t supposed to happen again.
“Has it occurred to you that I can have other friends?” he asked loudly, his voice making your legs shake from under you. Panic seized you, the terrifying thought of having a repeat of what had already happened filling your brain.
“That’s the problem!” you croaked, your voice betraying you. “She’s not just a friend! You were willing to beat me up over her. Peter, you pinned me against a wall! It’s not like you were taking down a criminal, you were arguing with me. Do you have any idea how scared I was?”
“I didn’t mean to,” he said quietly after a moment. “You know that. I’m not used to being so mad at someone I’m close to. I forgot what was happening for a minute, I forgot it was a different fight…” He looked away, sniffing as he tried to hide his face. You got a short glimpse of it and it was enough to know that he was crying. Abandoning all of your lingering anger, you walked over to pick up the mask he had left behind. You held it in your fingers, moving your thumb over the soft fabric absentmindedly.
“Peter,” you said suddenly. “I’m not mad about Liz. I wasn’t mad to begin with. You were right, I’m jealous of her. I’m so insanely jealous and it made me say such horrible things to you. I’m so sorry, I know that doesn’t change what happened…” Peter rubbed his eyes, finally meeting you gaze.
“But why would you be jealous of her?” he asked. You took a deep breath and took a cautious step forward.
“I like you,” you finally admitted. “Actually, I more than like you. The way you feel about her, that’s how I feel about you. It’s awful, really. Everything you do makes my heart soar and it’s so hard because I can’t do anything about it!” He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. You just wanted to get this off your chest before you chickened out.
“The truth is, I love you Peter. I always have and I always will. You can date Liz, I don’t care. Just… Just please don’t hate me anymore. I can’t live with it.” Peter stared at you for a moment, his mouth open and his eyes wide.
“I-I never hated you,” he said finally. “And I don’t want to date Liz. You’re 0 for 2, want to keep trying?” You were caught totally off guard, especially by how light and joking his tone and gotten once again.
“But I thought-” you started but stopped as he held out his hand for you to hold. You hesitantly reached out to him and he gripped it gently, lacing his fingers between yours.
“You’re ridiculous, crazy, and have no clue how to deal with your temper,” he said with a small smile. “Why would I ever want to date anyone other than you?”
so yours truly has had this blog for about a year now. at first it was just a music blog, then i caved and made it a 1975 blog. it’s still kinda that but honestly this blog is messy LOL. anyways i decided to make a follow forever for my mutuals bc all of u are 2 cool 4 me. it’s always nice to see y’all on my dash. even if we don’t chat much, i guarantee it’s bc i’m anxious you’ll hate me bc i’m lame. thanks for being lovely humans, hmu anytime. xoxo, annamarie <3
Prompt: “Do not try and twist this around to be my fault when it’s clearly yours.”
Summary: Bucky harbours a crush on you and asks you to help him with an assignment. Things don’t turn out as planned.
Warnings: Lots of swearing (I forgot to add that as a warning last time. SORRY!) SMUT. Oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (I guess they didn’t have time to work out the logistics? WEAR A CONDOM FOLKS).
AN: It’s really wordy. And I know nothing about kinesiology or muscle groups or massage therapy so please don’t get upset.
The response to Part 1 was absolutely mind-blowing. I feel a lot of pressure that Part 2 will make a lot of you happy so I do hope you all enjoy it. Also, I’ve tried to tag everyone who’s requested to be tagged BUT I wasn’t able to save the asks that I replied to privately so I hope that I didn’t miss anyone and I won’t tag anyone under 18. Sorry folks but that’s illegal.
Wednesday arrived quicker than anticipated and you found yourself looking forward to what the evening held. You knew that your makeup would be ruined after a massage so you opted to be comfortable and go without.
Bucky had texted you earlier in the day to confirm what time to meet and you both agreed that late evening would be best. You figured you could go straight to bed afterwards seeing how the day before you had pulled an all-nighter to finish one of your essays.
Knocking on the door, you felt slightly nervous. You had had massages before but the therapist was never a friend. You weren’t sure if it would be uncomfortable or awkward but you didn’t have time to dwell on it as Steve quickly opened the door, pulling you into a hug.
“Y/N! How are you?”
“Fine,” you replied, your voice muffled into his chest.
He released you and you smiled up at him, “Bucky ready for me?” you asked.
Steve laughed, “In a manner of speaking.” You looked up at him, quizzically and he cleared his throat, “He’s in his room. I’m ah, heading out so you two enjoy yourselves.” He gave you a wink.
It was your turn to laugh, “Not sure how much enjoyment he’ll be getting out of this, but I’m certainly looking forward to it.”
You opened Bucky’s door and walked in. You had been in his room before but he had transformed it into a sanctuary of sorts. Soft music played in the background, candles cast a glow, and the room smelled faintly of lavender.
“Bucky?” you whispered and jumped when he came out of his ensuite bathroom.
“Why are you whispering?” he asked.
“I don’t know. It’s … so peaceful here. The mood called for whispering. That was weird. Sorry.”
He walked up to you and peered at you. “You look different.”
You blushed. “Yeah, I’m not wearing any makeup. I figured, it would get all smeared anyway so what’s the point?”
He kept staring and you squirmed under his gaze, “Quit it, you weirdo.”
He shook himself and smiled tensely at you. “So, uh, I’m going to leave the room. And you… you need to get undressed and climb on the table. Lay! Lay on the table.” He quickly made his way out. “Just holler when you’re ready.”
Lonely hearts have a tendency to stick their veins out, in hope of connecting to someone else’s blood vessels. The only problem is that the bearers of those hearts have reached a point where they feel like they don’t know how to do that anymore. They’ve been put down too many times, told that they’re abnormal so often, to the point of nearly believing it themselves. They tell themselves that they just aren’t meant to be around anyone else, that they were born to love infinitely and to never be loved the same.
Summary: Endverse!Cas is missing Endverse!Dean, and goes to visit him in his cabin.
Word Count: 2100
Warning: Smut, drug use, a little angst (because it’s Endverse and it’s all angsty)
A/N: I love Endverse. I hope you do, too.
Cas fucking hates the thigh holster Dean wears.
It’s sexy as all hell, of course, just like everything else about Dean. It clings to that thick muscle in just the right way to show off just how strong Dean’s legs are. It tells anyone around Dean just how prepared, steady, and dangerous he is. Most of the women sigh and bite their lips when he walks by, staring at the damn thing like it’s his cock.
anyway thanks for the patiece guys :’’’D, yeahhhhh it’s been long eh?? eehhh o gosh i have so many thing to do right now :’O, so many ideas and art to draw, uuhhhhh, i also get involved in a super hiper mega awesome manga comic does anyone heard abaut ‘’boku no hero academia’’!? A-W-E-S-O-M-E, i will post some art abaut it after get the practice to draw them -.-
anyyywayyy, hi :D, hope ya had nice time without me welp because:
WHAT THE HECK!? 4000+ followers!??? :O gosh, ok hem, thankuuuu :’’’D
“She was an island, bound to no land, doomed to float in obscurity”
Set in the 1920’s, Laura Stratford, the British aristocrat trapped by family obligation, and Laura Elliott, the strong, beautiful girl, begging for freedom, duel for control. Laura Elliott-Stratford whisked off to Britain after her father’s death, struggles to fit in and to be herself. With the help of Graham, Sarah, and Jeremy, her recently acquainted friends, she just might do that.
I loved this book, and will definitely read it again and again. Claire’s complex and imperfect characters draw you in and the world she builds around them makes you stay. I went in thinking this was an average romance novel and I got to meet this sophisticated yet relatable heroine, who I will miss dearly. I would recommend this book to anyone. With a mixture of historical fiction, romance, and finding oneself, I believe anyone who picks it up will fall in love with it as I have.
A/N: I have no self-control. Once I saw his new skin and heard his voice line, I had to write this. I hope you all like it.
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It had been a while since you had seen anyone from
Overwatch. After you had disbanded, you
all went your separate ways without so much as a goodbye so getting this flyer
about a Halloween/reunion party was a shock to say the least. You wouldn’t mind
seeing some of your old comrades in arms again, but would anyone else actually
show up? You loved Halloween and having something to do this year really made
it better, you only hoped it wasn’t a bust.
If you wanted to be honest, you had missed quite a few of
them and had always wondered what most of them were up to. You had heard about
what happened to Gabriel and Jack and you wanted to see the rest of them before
something like that happened again. At least this wouldn’t be some awkward,
stuffy reunion. You all would be having fun – drinks, food, and costumes. What
could go wrong?