i hope it actually gets some notes

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27.02.2017 12:25

Here are my favourite supplies for school, I love working with the Ipad Pro for research and highlighting! I bought the Washi Tape at Hema, a stationary store from the Netherlands 🌱 I’m so bored by my Leuchtturm BuJo, that I decided to use a small one by Muji as a journal, I need to focus on the upcoming weeks (A Levels are around the corner) I’m actually proud I pushed myself to study around 4 hours yesterday evening, I hope I’ll do the same today 👩🏼‍💻 I just had breakfast and I baked a vegan cake with pears for some healthy nutrition 🍰

(Sry for the bad lighting, it’s so dark outside 😞) I hope y'all had a good weekend and feel empowered to get through this week, stay motivated, I wish y'all a blessed week!

Hawkeye (2012) #11

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[2 .08. 17]

Hey everyone! I hope you all are stable and happy, and if not I hope you get to where you want to be ASAP! Anyway! I was sent home earlier today because of how sick I was :( So, I decided to put in some work after a nap and some snacksss. Of course I took some breaks (a lot actually haha). Since I’m sick there’s no reason to push myself really hard and then stress about still feeling gross yanno? Gotta rest up and do only what you can. Take it by little steps and breath!

So, on the top I have my AP Psych notes from class today. I had to finish them up at home though. Then under those I have a Honors Biology outline that’s due Friday (along with another one). Finally the last two are my spreads for this week! I really love bees and I think they’re super cute. I’ve been stung by one and one of my best friends are terribly allergic, but I still think they impact our society greatly. They are a big necessity!! So we gotta save + protect them :)

I think that’s all for today. Probably going to go take a nap now haha! Talk to you all again soon! Bee safe!!(haha get it?) ;)

BTS Reaction to You Waking Up From a Coma

Request: can you pretty please do a second part of the gf in a coma reaction, like she actually wakes up (can’t see my boys sad) even if you don’t all I want to say is thanks for all the amazing post you make 😍

Note: Thanks so much! (ಥ﹏ಥ) Plus, I didn’t get home since recently so I’ve been having real bad jet lag lol, sorry for being mia for longer than necessary! *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ You had been under for so long that Jin was starting to lose hope, but that didn’t stop him from being at your side at all times. It was one day when he had opened the curtains to bring some light into the dimly lit room when hope had slapped him in the face in a matter of seconds. “Seokjin?” Your voice was scratchy, and when he turned to find you squinting at him, his heart was drowning in joy. He was speechless, but it was when you gave him a tired smile that had tears instantly running down his cheeks.

You were finally awake.

Originally posted by niehauscosima


Suga ➳ He was slowly forced awake once he felt a nudge on his cheek, softly getting up from your legs from where he had fallen asleep on before yawning. “That was some hibernation, do you know how many weeks have passed?” His eyes shot open, boring into your innocent ones as you stared at him lovingly. He quickly grabbed your hand to make sure you were real and hoped he wasn’t in some fucked up dream; tears prickling in the back of his eyes as he held it in, forcing a sad laugh. If only you would have known, that you were the one hibernating for so long.

Originally posted by yoonmin


J-Hope ➳ He had food with him, walking to your hospital room with his throat swelling throughout the way. He had prayed that you wouldn’t be suddenly gone while he went out to find himself something to eat after so long, but little did he know that he was receiving something more. When he walked inside your room, closing the door behind him and plastering himself onto the seat beside your bed while releasing a sigh, he glanced towards you to find you staring at him curiously, waiting for him to say something.

But instead, he screamed in terror.

Originally posted by hoebwi


RapMonster ➳ He was already staring at you the moment you woke up, but he was also sleep deprived. You were looking around frightened, wondering where the heck you were but when your eyes rested on him, a small smile crept on your lips. “Hey cutie.” Your voice was hoarse, and Namjoon had to slap his cheeks to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep and hoping to anything that it wasn’t some sick joke. When he realized that it was in fact not a dream, he felt a surge of emotions overtake him; looking to the ground in sadness. Finally.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jimin ➳ He froze once he heard you moan softly, his eyes widening as yours began to open slightly. He didn’t know how to react, he just..stood there with his eyebrows nearly rising to his hairline. He didn’t know what to do, and once your gaze landed on him while you blinked to see clearer — he smiled. “How was it at the other side?” He asked, trying to make a small joke out of it. When you replied with a ‘huh?’, a huge smile crawled onto his lips as he let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. Your voice was enough to restore his heart, and he felt like he was falling in love all over again.

Originally posted by yoonmin


V ➳ The moment Taehyung heard you call for him while he was about to doze off, his eyes blasted open in disbelief. “Oh my..” he muttered, and when your eyebrows furrowed cutely in confusion, he flew to your bed and embraced you into a tight hug, forgetting how fragile you were as you let out a pained yelp. “She’s awake!” He screamed in glee, pressing the nurse button as he began to squeeze you tighter to make sure you wouldn’t slip from his grasp once again. He nuzzled his face into your neck, feeling the once frigid skin feel warm and surging with life, tears clouding his vision. He was beyond happy.

Originally posted by jjibooty


Jungkook ➳ He began to tear up once he saw you stir in your deep slumber, and when your eyes fluttered open he suddenly latched himself onto you; giving you many kisses onto your face before his hands rested on your cheeks - cupping them. “Oh god,” his voice was soft, and you were surprised to see the man in such a state. If only you knew what he had been through while you were gone, but, now none of that mattered, you were finally in his arms. “I love you so much, you know that right?” He told you, placing a peck onto your chapped lips. “So much.”

Originally posted by missbaptan


Masterlist

Thoughts on Wattpad

Ah… where do I start? I guess I’ll begin by saying that I had absolutely no clue what Wattpad was until I joined the Miraculous fandom. At first, I just thought “Oh, it’s another website people use to post their writings.” It wasn’t until someone sent me a message asking me to read their fic that I bothered to check it out.

As with any other social media platform/online service (e.g. Instagram, Amino, Facebook, etc.) Wattpad itself isn’t such a terrible thing; rather, it’s the people who misuse the service and fail to comply with the rules that cause issues. Of course, one could argue that these companies could do more to prevent such misuse.

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Plush

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Summary: an unusual buy can sometimes be useful. Buying the Spiderman plush didn’t turn out that bad after all.

A/N: yup, another drabble. I am weird, I either write long as fics or these small imagines. I don’t know grey, I never did. sooo this is a fluffy Petey drabble. it’s kinda stupid but I have a spiderman plush so I wrote this. I have no regrets I don’t care how many notes this gets.(actually I do. all of us writers do). hope you like it!

Warnings: one swear word. one.

Word Count: 866

Originally posted by v-writings

It was an impulse buy. Like some frenzy took over you and you weren’t thinking straight and you just, just bought it. Now, you were in your room, having a staring competition with the little Spiderman plush. While you were regretting your decision, you also secretly liked the plush. After all it was so tiny and soft.

‘ah, fuck it.’ you said out loud with a grin and attached it to your backpack. ‘guess, I’ll just embarrass parker with it.’ you muttered as you slung the bag and made your way out of your room and through the hallway. You were stopped with a jerk, you looked back and found tony grinning and holding the little plush.

‘seriously, tony? I’m late for school.’ You snatched the plush from him but his grin didn’t fade.

‘why do you have that on you?’ he pointed at the plush and crossed his arms over his chest.

‘don’t tell anyone, I am going to embarrass parker with it.’ you waved it a little.

‘that’s the only reason for getting it?’ he said suggestively and wiggled his brows.

‘yes, tony. that’s the only reason.’ You said monotonously and he chuckled.

‘kay kid.’ He patted your shoulder. ‘go annoy, Spidey and study hard.’ You nodded and left.

You had waited all day for peter to notice his miniature dangling from your backpack but he just wouldn’t look in that direction. He would just talk to you and leave without noticing.

You had finally given up and where getting your books from your locker when you heard his voice.

‘is that me?!’ he said with a surprised expression.

‘no, that’s Spiderman.’ You petted the plush and he rolled his eyes.

‘why would you get it?’ he asked with an uneasy expression as he examined the plush.

‘because, it was little hansies!’ you made the plush pat his cheeks. He took it and held it away from you.

‘(y/n), why would you just get this It’s-it’s so..’ he looked at it with an unexplainable expression. You quickly snatched it away and hooked it on your jeans buckle. You crossed your arms and gave him a smug smile.

‘my plan is working, my little,’ you patted the plush and peter’s cheeks turned red. ‘has worked. And aww,’ you pouted. ‘look who’s all blushy- blushy.’ You teased him. he covered his face and groaned. You chuckled and he said a muffled ‘I hate you.’ ‘same here petey,’ you kept a hand on his shoulder. ‘same here.’

The day was spent putting the plush in weird places and just doing stupid things with it. peter had, groaned, tried to snatch it, blushed like a little girl but at the end, laughed. It was a fun day for you and maybe him too. he liked seeing you make such efforts, it was adorable to him really. You climbing things, pouting and just being so childlike or just simply yourself was lovely.

The day had come to an end and you two were on the floor sitting among books, notes and all kinds of stationery. You see, people with superpowers need to study too. you two were no different and all jokes apart were studying like the nerds you were. You were finished making biology notes and decided to lay down. boredom took over so you started fiddling with the plush again.

‘seriously, (y/n)? I thought you were done with that.’ He said keeping his eyes set on his notebook. You just gave him a light snicker in response.

‘it has a very, judging stare.’ You mused and he hummed in response. ‘I am never changing with those eyes on me. it would feel like it’s saying “gross” or “eww” to me on seeing me naked.’ You said.

‘I would never say that.’ He mumbled but you heard him.

‘now, who said you are getting a chance to see me naked?’ you asked and he buried his head in the notebook. ‘hey! Don’t imagine me naked!’ you pointed.

‘I’m not!’ he argued back as he laughed.

‘you better not.’ You muttered and continued playing with the plush. The day had been rather tiring and you hadn’t been getting much sleep. so without realizing you fell asleep holding the plush close to your face.

‘you know (y/n),’ he kept his notebook aside and looked at you only to find you asleep. A smile appeared on his lips.

‘oh look! (y/n) fell asleep with little Spiderman in her hand!’ Clint exclaimed with a grin and pointed at you. Natasha rolled her eyes and slapped his shoulder.

‘you made such a cute, innocent thing soo wrong.’ she smiled.

‘hey, ya found that funny too.’ he pointed and she didn’t give any reaction. ‘but it was really wrong, I shouldn’t do that.’

‘you really shouldn’t!’ peter shouted and he nodded. he shouted ‘sorry, kid!’ in response and they both left. He looked back at you and pushed all the things away from you. you looked so peaceful, it was a rare sight, you were mostly on the move or scarily quiet. He brushed a stray hair away from your face and smiled at you.

‘you’re one lucky fella’ he tapped the plush’s nose.

This post has a lot of people Big Mad , so let this post be the official DWF response to some of the comments I’ve seen.

If you get reported to the Tumblr mods for malicious speech, then whatcha gonna do then, DearWhitePeople? Complain that white folks are takin’ over Tumblr? XD 

  • If literal and actual Nazis don’t find themselves removed from twitter, I think I’ll be ok. And since you’re up in my notes, I hope you’re also going after Nazis.

“If you’ve ever straightened your hair, you’re a fucking hypocrite”

  • White people don’t have a monopoly on straight hair. This is being willfully obtuse.
  • But more to your point (because you’re presumably targeting black people who are known to have coily hair), forced assimilation doesn’t equal appropriation. It isn’t a hard concept to grasp that black people would feel pressured to carry their hair in western hairstyles when we’re literally losing jobs and getting our hair cut off in school for wearing our natural texture.

It seems as if the only ones truly concerned with color are the so called “people of Color”

  • Why wouldn’t people of color be concerned with race?
  • And the issues that POC face in modern day are as a result of racialized institutions created by white people.

What would MLK Jr. think?

  • I’m gonna need y’all to keep MLK’s name out of your mouths when y’all are obviously not down for the current struggles of black people and people of color. We’ll never know what MLK would think because a white man killed him, but if the published works towards the end of his life are any indication, MLK would have thought more radically than y’all like to think.

So if white people want to stop sharing culture with you, we can stop you from living in skyscrapers, eating European foods like pasta, pizza, sausage, bread and grapes? We can stop you from using electricity and indoor plumbing? Can we also stop you from wearing mass produced clothing and footwear? How about we stop you from enjoying classical paintings and philosophy, or how about any form of government other than tribalism. The list can go on and on. “POCs” have only created music and dance.

Then stop using anything a white man ever invented. Stop listening to any music genres whites creates. Stop eating any dishes whites created. Then you can preach about it.

No, I think the OP’s point was that they regret taking advantage of things produced by ‘white culture’ like penicillin or the Internet.

  • White people, y’all have not invented nearly as much as you think that you did. Like damn. 
  • And also, WHITENESS ISN’T A CULTURE. 

So a white man deserves to be castrated for wearing dreads? That’s pretty racist

  • Where does that say that?

Love the wonderful things POC get to say about white people. If this post was reversed and written by a white person, people would throw the race card as soon as it hit social media. 

  • The western world is saturated with white supremacy. The reason y’all struggle to see how POC are portrayed and perceived is because it’s ingrained in society itself



And finally to those on varying levels of the “culture IS meant to be shared” spectrum:

Culture is meant to be shared - among those to whom it belongs. Part of what makes it a distinct culture is a defined in-group.

I believe that sharing cultures is a good thing, when its multi-directional and given freely. If you don’t belong to a certain group, someone who is isn’t obligated to share it with you. 

Culture is a strong identifying aspect of one’s identity and while anyone can be appropriative, white people in the Western World do not have the same historical context of forced assimilation, cultural erasure, and future cultural bastardization that POC have.

Lastly, white people can have culture, but whiteness isn’t it. Being white is not a culture. There is no set of shared practices, beliefs, or experiences associated with whiteness. The only unifying quality of whiteness is white skin. 


And that’s all I have to say about that.

Xeno (Prologue)

Plot: The best part about being an assistant in a lab was watching all new inventions come to life, although sometimes some of them fail, leaving them away in a storage room, never to be bothered with; free for the taking.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader | (Eventual) other BTS member x Reader

Genre: Fluff, (eventual)Smut, Futuristic au!

Notes: My first actual series I have been planning for a few days now (still going through some planning, but I will eventually properly storyboard). I *hope* people would like this, and even though there is a lot of plagiarism going around, I’m still going ahead and doing it.

This is just the preview, and I shall only post if I get a good amount of support for it.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Year - 2850 A.D. 

The technological evolution hit a full swing back in 2690, and it wasn’t slowing down. Almost 200 years later, and scientists were still creating new inventions. Every major city on the planet had become a Utopia; cars were flying; a few labs were even close to cracking the secrets of teleportation.

That was what inspired you to take your current profession. You wanted to make the world a better place; create something which would make people love and reward you. 

You wanted to be like Kim Namjoon – who invented a quick-healing serum; or Kim Seokjin – who made advancements to cosmetic science with the help of Min Yoongi, who had invented something which used sound waves to change eye color.

All you needed was one chance.

Unfortunately, you were nothing but a helper, and you hated it. You loved that you were working in a lab; you loved that you got to stay there 24/7; but you didn’t like that the older scientists never trusted you with anything more complicated than a wrench. Sometimes – very rarely – they would let you program things, but that definitely wasn’t worth the four years of the technology course in MIT.

“Y/N, I need you to take experiment number 2390 to storage, then you are dismissed.”

“Alright, have a good evening.”

Yet another unproductive day. You couldn’t complain, though – you had been there for only 6 months. Having programmed the commands for the new speed train was a lot for someone who was just a rookie; but you practically burned with ambition to do more. You wanted to impress people, show your seniors that you were capable.

You let out a small huff of annoyance as you walked down the bright hall, the failed freeze gun in your grasp. The only reason it failed was because one of the lab techs managed to puncture the liquid nitrogen capsule which went into it – the object was almost like a block of ice, freezing from the inside out. You had rushed over to the very back of the room to keep it on one of the shelves; you certainly did not want to develop frostbite.

Letting out a satisfied huff, you rubbed your palms together to generate some heat. Finally, you day was done and you could go home – until a blue light flickered against your eye, distracting you from your plans. It wasn’t like the other lights – it was mysterious, and it intrigued you.

You know what they said – Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

That was a quote you lived by as soon as you went into this field. You were like a bug attracted to a lightbulb, making a beeline towards the source, which was just around a corner. What you didn’t expect, was for your answer to be something you had practically deemed as impossible.

A robot??

Your surprised hues ran over him – well – it. A physically beautiful male, facial features sculpted to perfection, neon blue circuit board traces running up his collar and down to his stomach from the left side of his chest. He looked so calm, like he was asleep.

No, it couldn’t be.. He looked too human.

“Woah..” You breathed, observing the creation harbored within the glowing blue capsule.

Only one thought ran through your mind the second you had realized that he was considered a failed experiment –

Take him.

Couldn’t Help Myself (Samoa Joe x Reader)

A/N: OK SO I MADE THIS ???? Listen, I’ve been thirsting over Samoa Joe for quite a while, actually, but I had no one to share it with. Now though, after tonight’s RAW, everyone seems to FINALLY GET IT. So, I thought I’d write this to celebrate. I’ve legit never read Samoa Joe fanfiction before, so I have no stand point, just my horny self. I hope you guys enjoy it, I know he’s not for everyone and that’s just fine! Laters! xx

Side note: There are no good Samoa Joe gifs ???? 

Warnings: Slight dom mal/sub female. Swearing, teasing, shy reader. unprotected sex, smut without plot.

Word count: 4108 lolol

Tagging my usuals and some more: @hardcorewwetrash @imagines–assemble @imagineall-the-fandoms @blondekel77 @thiickreigns @m-a-t-91 @valeonmars @littlemissava13 @nuroxic @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @superrezzy00 @momis30 @laochbaineann @alexispoo @taryndbiase @reigns420 @horcruxhunter5972 @xfirespritex @wrestlewriting @heelcharlie @archiveseb @wwefangirl69 @oreillyskyle @gingertalksshit @not-that-kinda-gurl08 @princess3733 @ridingmoxley @panic-angel3314 @wrestlingnoob @sunflowers-and-swear-words @wwe-rollins-lover @baeckyshorsewomen @the-greekgoddess @metabalaba @roaring-storm

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

You didn’t know exactly how it happened.

One second, you were talking to this guy at the bar, shyly pushing away his advances; the second, you and him were separated by a large body, your hands clutching to the counter like your life depended on it.

Truth be told, you weren’t particularly upset about being interrupted, seeing as the guy in question had been really insistent and was making things more uncomfortable by the minute. Hell, his innuendos were barely hidden, and you did not enjoy the way his eyes kept ghosting over you like you were nothing but a piece of meat waiting to be bitten into.

You were, however, extremely surprised about who had stepped in.

Samoa Joe, of all people.

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My eyes are stapled open wide,
As I lay down on my side
I am bouncing off these walls
As I focus on the clock,
Time stands still, but I cannot
I should strap myself in bed
I guess I’ll sleep when I am dead.

(please click for hq)

Ok but imagine before Krupp gets up in the morning CU wakes up earlier and puts sticky notes all over Krupp and his house so when he wakes up he has loads of happy lil messages like
Hope you have a super day, don’t forget to breathe, go easy on the boys, don’t forget to smile and loads more

So instead of waking up miserable and angry he’s actually some what happy and not feeling super shitty and angry

And one day I writes one for CU in a place where he would place his own and CU is like vibrating with happiness

Theory Time! - Marleyans are terrible, but why though? Looking at the Season 2 end credits

I’ve written a little bit on the end credits already (SO GOOD BTW) and there was something I wanted to talk about in particular - this long pan image before the animated sequences in the ending. 

I think a majority of us are in consensus that this is the 145th king and the three children are Rose, Maria, and Sina considering they’re eating what is presumably another titan shifter (I couldn’t include it in the whole screencap since it’s such a big pan image).  But I wanted to focus on something more particular - the children themselves and the people in the background.

In the manga, we’ve been told that it was the 145th king’s decision to stop the war by erasing the memories of the people of Paradis and agreeing that they were the ones at fault, which led to the creation of the walls and the present situation for the Eldians.  While this image seems to collude that, I also am looking closely at the people in the background.  You can see that the children eating the corpse in front of them are sad, indicated by the tears running down their faces.  But the people in the background seem happy. The people on the right seem to be concealing laughter with smiles hidden behind their hands. The people on the left are a bit more telling - one of them is holding a book and pointing to a particular passage, another is pointing at the children, and the woman in the middle seems in prayer, all seemingly pleased with themselves. The only ones who aren’t happy are the kids and the king.

The original idea going around was that these people were fellow wall cultists agreeing with the decision.  But if you really look at what they’re doing, I don’t think they’re cultists.  I think they’re Marleyan people tricking the king into making his children sacrifices. It wouldn’t be beyond Marley to do so - look at what they did in Chapter 92, drugging Eldians and dropping them out of the sky as an attack on an opposing force and JUSTIFYING it because Eldians are the children of the Devil, according to them.  Face it, when an opposing force has the power to turn people into giant cannibals, defeat is pretty certain.

However, all we’ve been told is that the 145th king agreed with the Marleyans that what Eldians and Ymir did was wrong. But I don’t think he actually agreed.  If you consider what’s being shown in the image above, I think the king was tricked. He was tricked by Marley themselves or Marleyans pretending to be Eldian by convincing him that they are wrong for using this unnatural power. And if that’s truly the case, that not only changes the implication of the king’s motivation to put up the walls to begin with, but it also truly shows the depths of depravity of the Marleyan people. I was originally of the mind that we don’t truly know what the Marleyan people are except what we’ve been told in the story through other people, which as it is known, people can fall for propaganda and the stories we tell ourselves in order to make our beliefs and actions “right” in the face of overwhelming evidence otherwise.  And that we don’t have the whole story regarding Marley and that maybe the Eldians were just as bad.  But if this image and the last chapter is any indication, the Marleyans’ depravity truly knows no bounds.  But I also want to know why.  Why are they so drepraved and ruthless in their tactics? There has to be something deeper besides they don’t like Eldians but will stoop to using them to kill them all. And despite readers wanting more of the main cast in these last few chapters and not necessarily caring as much about these Marley Eldians, I think it’s actually going to be crucially important, and I actually want to know more about Marley from Marleyans themselves, beyond the fact that they hate Eldians and will use them how they deem necessary.  And I’m hoping we get a bit of that in the coming chapters.

Also, as a note from way back in the Uprising arc - I know there’s still some storytelling concerns about why the Ackerconversation hasn’t been shown or possibly happened yet in the story itself between Levi and Mikasa.  I think the reason why might be because the reveal or conversation isn’t crucially important to the overall story - YET. But considering their uniqueness in terms of their physical abilities and their inability to be brainwashed like everyone else on Paradis, I think Mikasa and Levi might be a key to stopping everything. Because they’re not Eldians in the sense that Eren and Armin and everyone else is - they might be Marleyan who disagreed with with the war and were also banished to Paradis themselves for their views. Either way, the Ackerstory isn’t finished yet, and I think it’s going to tie in to all of this in upcoming chapters, which will hopefully lead to the conversation itself or a flashback to the conversation.

What do you guys think?

Headcannon that Tsuna becomes saltier as time progresses. 

Bonus: Everyone is freaked out when it first starts happening (or rather Tsuna lets it become blatantly obvious) and attempt to consult Reborn about it. For his own amusement Reborn feigns to be clueless on the subject and hence most of the guardians spend an entire six months attempting to prove so to Reborn. Reborn only tells them “Dame-Tsuna isn’t capable of such things towards his familiga” anD THAT DOES EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTS AND FIRES EVERYONE UP TO PROVE JUST HOW PASSIVELY FRIGHTENING TSUNA CAN BE. 

Unbeknownst to them Tsuna is in on Reborn’s game and every day they have a laugh at the expense of the others, witnessing their futile attempts to expose him.

Extra bonus: TYL Tsuna still cares about others and the well being of everyone. But hoo boy. It gets to the point where he starts accepting no-kill challenges at random. So some terribly unprepared Boss who storms in or phones in, demanding they shall have their revenge and doesn’t expect a response is terrified to receive either a written note or a verbal response of

 “Okay. Where? What time? Time limit? Y’know what, let’s just meet in that empty field by the diner at say, high noon? Good? Good.”

And anyone who actually shows up gets to personally meet Tsuna and personally be unnerved by him saying things such as “okay, they’re here. release the bees” or “man, i hope they hurry up with that fighter jet i ordered. oh? you don’t know? we’re battling with fighter jets for this one, i was sure my secretary informed you”

Which stands to reason that TYL Tsuna not only become somewhat petty, but begins to thrive off his salt. 

The guardians are nevertheless, a little unnerved. And also maybe a teensy bit terrified.

thirty days of skam fic: day eight

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

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Isak Valtersen has a nemesis.

He didn’t ever think he’d be the sort of person to have a nemesis.  For the most part, Isak considers himself very chill. He doesn’t really like confrontation and drama bores him; he’d gone through plenty of it in high school, and now that he’s twenty, he just wants to keep his head down and have a nice college experience without getting wrapped up in a single bit of nonsense.

Which sounds great in theory.  It would just be nice if his upstairs neighbour had got the memo.

“It’s every night now,” he complains, flopping down to lay his head on the kollektiv’s kitchen table and groaning.  Eskild slides a cup of tea towards him with a tut.

“Are you sure it’s all that bad? I’m only two doors down, and I didn’t hear anything.”

“Well, you wouldn’t,” Isak grumbles, taking a sip of his tea. “Over the sound of what’s-his-name that you brought home last night.”

“Hey!” Eskild reaches across the table and slaps Isak’s arm lightly. “What’s-his-name happens to be very important to me.”

Isak snorts. Yeah, it had sure sounded that way when Eskild kicked the guy out at four AM that morning.

“But it is so loud,” he carries on, as Eskild crinkles around opening a pack of biscuits. “And I don’t even know what they’re doing. I mean, sometimes it’s just loud music, but it must literally be the room right above mine, cus I hear it all. And sometimes there’s these noises like – like they’re fucking trampolining or putting up a set of shelves or something. At three in the morning!”

Eskild tuts again, but this time it sounds more sympathetic.  He offers Isak a biscuit.  

“But it’s only started in the last month?” Isak nods, although with his sleep schedule, it feels like centuries.  “Well, nobody new has moved in up there since then. Maybe they just have a noisy guest staying. I’m sure it’ll blow over.”

Isak just sighs, and takes some more of Eskild’s biscuits.

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lakritzwolf  asked:

Hey Auntie! I have a character who ODs himself with sleeping pills that he washes down with vodka. His friends find him just before he goes into CA, they call an ambulance and do CPR. (One is a nurse.) After following you for a while I’m sure what I wrote is a medical BS Trope, so what actually happens when the Paramedics arrive? (I have a DeusExMachina to save him and everything after he arrives in the ICU falls under the I-break-it-I-buy-it-rule, so I just need to get him there.) Thank you!

Hey there! Welcome back!

Okay. Your character surviving a cardiac arrest from sleeping pills washed down with alcohol is, unfortunately, a slim shot. (Fiction writers live for long shots, so no judgment.) The reason for that is that most sleeping pills, in overdose, suppress cardiac function, which means that even if they get his heart beating again, it won’t be beating well.

So here’s what happens when EMS roll up on a cardiac arrest. I’ll give you a few high-tech and low-tech options, because of course I will!

1) They get their stuff off of the truck (usually 2-3 bags and a cardiac monitor).

2) They come in, ask a few questions – “What happened? Did you see him stop breathing? How long has he been down? How long have you been doing CPR?”

3) They’ll take over CPR, and hook up their monitor to check a rhythm. If it’s a shockable rhythm (V-tach / V-fib) they’ll shock every 2 minutes, though rhythms can change with no rhyme or reason. They may need a few rounds of CPR before they’re “shockable”.

           a) Chest compressions may be done by a device such as a LUCAS or AutoPulse, both of which wrap around the chest and do CPR for you. This is the “high tech” option, if you want a touch of sci-fi. It really does free up providers to do the non-mechanical stuff. With the AutoPulse, you basically haul the patient up by their arms, wrap the device around their chest, lay them down, and it just goes to town.

4) In addition to CPR (hands-on-chest), they’ll use a bag-valve-mask to “bag” the patient / breathe for them.

5) One of the EMSkin will start an IV and start giving drugs. If you want to be fancy, have them have trouble finding a vein, and use an IO gun – basically a hand drill – to put a needle in the lateral shoulder. It works like an IV, it’s just infinitely more brutal.

          a) Sample meds might include epinephrine (1mg, every 3-ish minutes), D50 (25g, usually just called “1 amp”, sugar water, given once); if the person has been shocked  more than twice, a med called amiodarone (300mg, given once).

6) Another will perform intubation, place a breathing tube, by putting a metal blade into the mouth and sliding a plastic tube down the throat and into the airway, then secure it with tape. It’s a thousand times harder than that description makes it sound.

7) Moving a cardiac arrest patient to an ambulance is a theatrical production of its own. The medics will bring a stretcher to the front of the house and, if there are no steps or just one or two, into the house. If there are steps or the patient is upstairs, they’ll grab something called a scoop stretcher, which is a metal carrying stretcher that literally breaks apart, “scoops” under the patient, and then they’ll be strapped down (with the cardiac monitor and oxygen tank), and carried down the stairs. The scoop will likely just stay under them for transport, because taking it off with all that stuff strapped in is a pain in the ass.

8) The beatings CPR and bagging will continue until morale the patient improves.

You ultimately wanted the resuscitation to be successful. So let’s have it be successful. At one point during a pulse check someone should, in fact, find a pulse! This can happen on the scene or in the ambulance, up to you.

Once pulses come back, they might – actually will probably – need to give a drip of a vasopressor like Levophed (norepinephrine) to maintain a blood pressure.

Alternatively, you could have them go to the ER, and have the ER put them on a type of heart bypass called ECMO, which will do the circulaty bits for them while the heart itself recovers. This is, again, the super high tech road, and involves putting some VERY BIG LINES into the leg and the neck.

Whew! That was a lot of work! And, if you’re following your EMS characters, they’ll be sweating, tired, etc. – it’s pretty back-breaking. 

I hope this gets you down the right road!!

Oh, one note: you say once the Paramedics arrive, but it’s actually just once the paramedics arrive. Professions aren’t capitalized unless they’re being used as part of a direct call-out of a particular person’s name; for example, Scripty is a paramedic, but you might refer to her as Paramedic Scripty (the same way Jackie is a nurse, but she might be Nurse Jackie). Capitalization FTW!

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spaceoutdreamer  asked:

I have 2 questions. One : How do you draw fire like wow it looks so awesome ???? And 2 : You're a great artist so sometimes I'm like "no way, someone this great can't have someone they look up to" but do you have an artist you look up to ????

Fire is really tricky because sometimes I can draw it, but sometimes I can’t seem to get it to look good. XD I try to experiment a lot too so my process of how I make fire changes frequently, but these are the ways that work best for me. Also, I am no expert, this is just the way I do fire.

This is how I make fire when I’m animating because it’s a lot easier to animate obviously. xD Basically, I just draw the outer part of the fire first, then draw in the brighter, inner parts, with the glow being added last. It’s pretty simple really.

When painting fire, I normally do it in two different ways:

This type of fire is carefully painted with lots of layers. This is ideal for small flames, or for up close and more detailed fire.

This fire is more “sloppy” and not as carefully painted as the other kind. This is ideal for large fires, or fire from a distance. I make short, circular strokes with my wrist when painting this kind. The type of brush really shouldn’t matter, but it’s best to use something more paint-like with blending.

Reference used  Not my best fire, but it’ll do. I just use a regular pen brush  and occasionally blend and erase to get the shape I want.

This type is a lot quicker to do. I just flick my wrist in a circular motion to get the shape down quickly.

I usually start off with a Lumi & shade layer for the base (which is the darkest color), then I paint another layer on top that (a lighter color this time) either set to another Lumi & Shade, or Luminosity. For the third layer, I pick the lightest color (very pale yellow/almost white) set on Luminosity and paint the hottest/brightest parts of the fire.

After the fire is painted, I use a soft air brush set on lumi & shade or Luminosity to give the fire a glow. Also note that it will take a LOT of adjustments and experimentation to get it too look the way you want it; I’m always adjusting things myself. Also, references (both photos and videos) will help you understand how fire moves and all the different types of shapes it makes.

Hope this helps!


For your second question: I have many artists I look up to actually! :) Some of my idols are Akreon, Vesner, KayFedewa,  Grypwolf, Fourth-Star, TamberElla, and like loads more. ;u;

Imagine Part 2

Draco slides past you in the hallways, careful not to make eye contact yet you always smile in his direction nontheless. You had no idea about his feelings toward you; he had no idea you thought that the jumper he was wearing today made you look twice.

The cold snow bit at your cheeks as you and your friends trundled forward to the town of Hogsmeade. It was your favourite time of year to go to the magical village - it gave the place an even more magical feeling than usual; the white glitter in the air and the sweet taste of Honeydukes.

You took a few steps into the Three Broomsticks before noticing the unbelievably white hair you adored. Draco was here. You purposely made your friends sit down at the table next to him as you ordered your drinks. Your glance flitted toward his for a few seconds, your eyes latching onto one another before having to look away. The butterflies in your stomach exploded, you looked down to make sure you still looked normal. You made your way over to the table and placed everyone’s drink down, sitting down in the chair your friends just so happened to leave empty, the chair just over 30cm from Draco’s.

You tried the best you could to push away the burning feeling to look at him: it was all you could think about. Just look at him, if even for a second. Smile at him, let him know you don’t hate him.

Biting the bullet, you turned your head as if reading the dessert sign and then averting your eyes to Draco’s silver ones. You smile for a few seconds before deciding to introduce yourself. “Hi. Draco, right? We had potions together last year. I’m Y/N.”

“Hah- yeah. I remember, you were always writing down notes and being a model student whilst I stared off into space. It’s great to finally talk to you after a year of opportunity.” Draco beams. You take a sip of your butterbeer, smiling into it.

“So- are you waiting for some friends?” You ask, referencing his empty table. “No, actually, I decided to come by myself. Get away for a bit- Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise get rather annoying after a while.” At least Draco wasn’t completely lying: he did decided to come by himself, but in the hopes of bumping into you.

You chuckled slightly. “Actually,” Draco began. “I heard there are these new flavours of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. Do you want to check them out with me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

“Yeah sure.” You replied in an instant. Draco smiled and waited for you to finish your drink. You gave your friends a look of pure happiness as you got up with Draco. “I’m just going to Honeydukes with Draco.” You explained. They all gave you looks of excitement and you knew they’d want to hear all about it when you returned to the Castle.

2

Ganondorf Hyrule Warriors Build


This is my biggest build to date, and I took a decent amount of photos while in progress as most of us do with cosplay, though I hadn’t planned on any tutorial. But since my recent Scout Harding bow post has gone over well, I figured WHY NOT SHARE. 

For reference, my Scout Harding post is HERE

Personally for armor, I prefer either foam only, or foam with worbla. I’ve tried both regular and black worbla so far, and I think overall I prefer the original Finest Arts, which is what I’ve used here.

PATTERNING

But anyway! I don’t have photos of this point in the process, but I start from card-stock/construction paper and masking tape to make the shapes of my armor. Because paper is even CHEAPER than foam, and I don’t actually like wasting my foam even though that’s cheap too. It’s all in the name of saving money and materials!!

After the paper versions have been fussed with, I turn to foam. I use hot glue or rubber cement as adhesive at this point.

FOAM BASE

The chest piece is actually three pieces– a chest piece, tucked underneath everything, a middle piece, and then the top which has the collar. I was already messing with some of the detailing and edging here.

I also knew ahead of time that I would need to be able to PACK this armor, so being able to break it down and nest the pieces within each other was really important. 

I like to do my edging in foam, rather than afterward in worbla, though I’ve seen it done both ways!

It’s hard to tell here, but these are the hip-skirt… bits? I actually kept these as foam, as I was afraid they’d be too stiff in motion if they were also covered in worbla.

These are probably my favorite parts of the costume– the gauntlets! This picture is already pretty far along in the process, but it’s still foam, and the top layer isn’t quite attached yet. I’d already made all the hand-guard layers and the top shapes, but I hadn’t yet hammered out those yellow details.

A note, I was not making all of these simultaneously, I usually work on one piece and then the next, though I get a little scatterbrained so sometimes I work on a few simultaneously. These swords were actually the last things I worked on, which is also why they ended being foam only, and not covered in worbla as I had sort of hoped. (I think I also had run out at that point.)

Here though, you can see the paper pattern, some pieces of the foam, and the foam-board innards for ONE of the swords. Eventually PVC pipe would be fed through the middle to create the hilt as you see next!

WORBLA

It’s finally time for worbla!

Being on a budget ALWAYS, though I’d love to use the sandwich method popularized by Kamui Cosplay, it just uses SO MUCH material, so 90% of the time, I fold it over.

Just use your handy heat gun and start melting and forming, and burning your fingers, and sculpting your details! Not shown here, but I like to use scissor edges or clay sculpting tools to push the worbla as close as possible to the foam edging!

Someday I will probably invest in something to protect my fingers….

A little more work done, and a cameo by my (then) very tiny kitten. The hip bits are done here, and I believe it was then I decided NOT to cover them in worbla.

A little unfortunate, but I don’t have many photos while making the greaves– though their design is SIGNIFICANTLY simpler than the gauntlets.

I already knew I would wear these boots, and so I built the pattern around that.

I chose to split it into 3 pieces– the main body, a kneecap, and a separate piece that would hook onto the bottom of my boots with elastic. D-rings with red cord (shown) would keep them on my leg.

Alllllmost done with all the worbla! You can see two things here- some extra foam inside the gauntlets (which remained foam for a little more ease in movement), and my soldering iron!

I don’t even OWN any solder and so far I only have the iron for battle damaging my armor– which I started on the main body here.

PAINTING

So obviously there was more work from the last photo until now, but I’ve shown most of the pieces in progress!

I know I know! I have no in-between photos!! 

But my general process is to use a buttload of layers of mod podge as primer, and then either spray paint or acrylic only depending on the effect I want.

For Ganon, it’s spray paint for the gold as the base, and acrylic for the blue because I wasn’t happy with the spray paint available in that color.

In the chest/greaves I started with the blue base on everything, then the gold edging, then the black low lights, and finally white/light blue highlights or designs (like the main chestpiece).

That chestpiece design I free-handed- I used a reallllly light pencil to make sure I was at least somewhat symmetrical and round (which I tend to be pretty good at) and then painted over with that light blue.

A little further along on the gauntlets here, considerably darker than the original gold.

This was the big stretch where I had the armor sitting in my living room basically 24/7.

Of note here, I’ve added detailing to the chest and greaves with Apoxie Sculpt, a 2-part epoxy that smooths and adheres VERY well to worbla. It’s already been painted gold, and I believe it did not require any priming.

The headdress was sculpted (by the plant), and both swords are mostly assembled at this point too.

Of course I have to try it on. Almost everything is complete at this point.

CLOTHING

A few things I haven’t mentioned are the clothing and hip-skirt/ hip-cape / butt-cape? Who knows.

The pants I’m wearing are about the only comfortable thing about the costume– they’re essentially parachute pants dyed a darker brown because I wanted to add more bulk to my bottom half as I am not terribly large (5′5″).

The butt-cape is from a red suiting fabric that I liked the drape of, and the gold pattern is some gold fabric ribbon I liked and sewed on.

The top is just a brown sweater I already owned, though it makes it very warm on top. 

Swords are done! They’re probably the least interesting, as they are not many pieces, and mostly just foam with black and gold details. The red “jewel” is more apoxy sculpt that I mentioned earlier painted with a red glass paint to give it more shine.

FINISHING DETAILS

There are a few fur accents on my arms and legs, which are doubled up pieces of faux fur, with a bit of elastic to slide them onto my arms and legs.is

The hip-cape and the hip foam bits are all attached together and made into a belt that I can strap to my waist.

The wig (a Suzi in Cherry Red from Arda that I snipped up some of the widow’s peak off):

The wig has sadly not kept this beautiful shape, but it was my first time ever styling a wig so I don’t think I used enough product.

There are a few (very unnecessary) belts that are most just foam.

I sewed a pair of brown gloves really quickly out of a stretch jersey.

The makeup is all Mehron Paradise in olive, black, and white, and then assorted (nothing special) eye-shadow I own.

And finally, there is a dickie (faux collar) I made to sit underneath the armor, so my neck doesn’t show. It’s made of some scrap black fabric I had, with gold trim, and a bit of foam is inside to keep that shape in the collar.

Here’s this wonderful selfie I took back during ACen while I’m getting ready. XD 

And that about covers it? Someday I might make the beard, but it’s low on my priorities right now.

Also yes, this cosplay is really really hot and uncomfortable since I’m literally covered head to toe. I’m usually incredibly sore the day afterward. I’ve only worn it to PAX Prime 2015, NYCC 2015, and ACen 2016.

If you have ANY QUESTIONS feel free to message me!

I post a bit more on instagram if you want to see more of my cosplay there (katamarija)

Thanks for reading! ~

Soundtrack of my Dreams

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader!Daughter Stark

Warnings:fluff and angst,(?

Summary: This is your story with Bucky Barnes, aka, your boyfriend’s best friend.

A/N : This is a hidden chapter for the serie Every you Every me, so yeah, I’m going to do the missing chapters of the series, maybe some of Y/N memories, with the point of view of different avengers. Hope you like it :)  

Song: Chopin - Spring Waltz

Word Count: 3057 


Originally posted by jlstreck


Warm nights. Awful Summer, and the mother fucking serum. Someone can easily think that was the reason why I was awake at 3:00 in the morning, but it wasn’t that reason, well, one of many.  

My eyes were looking at the black and white piano keys. After countless nights with nightmares, I managed to do different things to calm my mind, but most of them didn’t worked. I tried training, reading, making some tea, watching movies, listening to music, even write my nightmares, but the only thing that for sure calmed me, was playing piano.

At first I thought I didn’t knew how to play piano but it was actually pretty easy, maybe I used to played piano before all this HYDRA shit, but anyway, when I was playing some distant memories came back, not awful of sad ones, actually good ones. This memories could make me hope that one day I’ll be able to remember everything about my past live, so that’s why, I recalled some songs that happened to appear on my dreams, or how I wrote down on my journals, the soundtrack of my dreams.

My fingers started playing a soft song I had practice over the month, still I couldn’t place the name of the song, but for sure I knew the notes. My fingers made that beautiful piece of music and that made me happy, every time it was getting better and better. Everything was calm until I heard a familiar voice in the distance.

“Chopin, Spring Waltz” the voice said, my fingers stopped and I turned my body to looked at her.

“Sorry, I didn’t want you to stop” she said with a low voice.

“Don’t be, just… why are you awake Y/N?” I asked her with a yawn.

“Can’t sleep, most nights are like this…” she said awkwardly.

“Why?” I asked her and she looked at me confused.

“Well… This is for sure the longest conversation we had.” she said under her breathe, maybe she didn’t realize she actually spoke her mind, so I just chuckle.

“We might have the same reason why” She said, her eyes finding mines.

“You mean, nightmares?” i asked her with a frown.

She nod with her head and she looked at every single spot on the room, but never at me.

It have been like this for over the five months. I mean, when we arrived and it was actually a surprise to find a young girl in the Tower and even more shocking to know, she was actually Y/N Stark , the last bloodline of Tony. So of course things went pretty awkward for the two of us, I mean, I killed her family just to start with, and for sure Tony may had told her things about me, so in fact, yes, this was the longest conversation we actually had.

“What kind of nightmare could you possible have?” I asked her, I didn’t want to sound like a moron, but I was bit curious.

“They don’t have any sense for me you know?, but they are so real that…” She said with fear in her voice and the I saw her body shivering.

Oh hell, in fact she have it bad. Her body was shivering in the middle of a fucking summer night. This was when I really looked at her. Her skin was pale, sweat on her forehead, bags under her eyes… this wasn’t the first time she had those nightmares.

“Y/N, are you okay?” I asked her now with worry, I got up and I walked to her.

“I can feel when I kill them all” she said with sadness in her voice, and tears started to escaped her eyes.

Wait what?, she?, kill people?, how?. Why would she possibly had this kind of dreams, well nightmares?

“Y/N, look at me, please” I told her, I grabbed her chin for her to look at me, but she couldn’t manage to look me in the eye.

“They’re only dreams Y/N, I know I don’t know you pretty well, but I know you wouldn’t do such thing” I told her with a soft voice and the she opened her puffy eyes.

“I just want them to go away” she said and it broked my heart, this girl literally was all joy and smiles every day, but maybe, she was really broken.

“They’ll go, I promise” I told her with a smile.

“What you do to keep them away?” she asked trying to changed the attention.

“Well, you heard, I try playing piano…” I told her, my hand leaving her chin.

“I tried once…” She said with a sad smile

“And? did it worked?” I asked with a smile.

“I kind of…slammed my head against the piano” she said with a chuckle.

I chuckled too, this girl was one of a kind, and actually, it made me happy to see her smile, or just hear she’s trying to let her nightmares go.

“But then Tony arrived” she said with a small smile, I return the gesture and we stayed in silence for some seconds before I spoke again.

“Do you wanna try? I mean playing piano?” I asked her with a smile.

“Nah, it’s okay… but, can I listen to you, if you don’t mind?” she asked me.

“Sure, come” Both of us sat on and my fingers started to play the song.

None of us said nothing, but I could totally felt her gaze on my fingers, looking at the different paths I made. Then, in the corner of my eye I saw her, she was looking at me, with this lovely smile, her eyes soft as the small curve of her lips, the moonlight shining in her skin. She moved closer to me, I didn’t mind at all. 

“Keep going” she said like a whisper, next thing I felt was her tiny hands on my hair, making a lazy bun. 

I smiled at the small gesture, it was true that my hair kind of sting my eyes, so it was better to actually see what I was doing. When she finished, I felt her head against my shoulder and I smiled again. When the song finished I said nothing not even she. I though she felt asleep, but then she spoked. 

“It was beautiful, Bucky” she said with a tender voice.

“Well, thank you” I told her after a long pause.

“Why do you hide such a beautiful talent, Barnes?” she said with a chuckle, and that earned one from me. 

“It’s the only time I can actually play, anyway, you’re the only one that heard me… and it’s the first time I played it complete  I said with a smile. 

"Where did you heard this song?” she asked me, her head still in my shoulder.

“In a memory, a dream I guess” I told her, I saw her fingers ghosting above the keynotes. 

“You learned a full song, because it was in your dream?” she asked confused. 

“Yeap” I told her with a chuckle. 

“Damn Barnes, you must have been a pianist in other life” she said with a chuckle.

“What was the name of the song?” I asked her trying to remember.

 "Spring Waltz. Chopin" She said with a sigh. 

“How did you know the song anyway?” I asked her curious. 

“This may sound fun, but I heard it too in a memory. Maybe I did ballet or something, I remember dancing with that song, so… I kind of listened a lot of music just to find it” she said with another sigh. 

“Crazy, right? anyway, what happened in those dreams of yours? I mean, with such a beautiful song, for sure it’s a happy tale, I guess” she said after few seconds. 

“Yes, it is actually. it’s me and my sister, Becca on a rainy day…” I told her, while my head was remembering that day. 

And I don’t know what happened, but in the morning, Wanda found us asleep on the piano. And that wasn’t the only night, it was like that for over a full month (of course we didn’t said what we were doing, afraid that Tony would say something about it). It was just the matter of time when some of them start asking us different questions, like Sam, that fucking bird.

What’s between you and Magento, huh?’ was the common question from him. At first I would answer with ‘why would there be a between?’ but with the passing nights, I totally found myself confused.

Every dawn I was craving to see her, some nights I didn’t have any nightmares, I just went to the damn piano to see her, to be with her in a little perfect bubble, there was when I realized, I was falling hard for the youngest Stark. But, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything, what if she didn’t want something more?, so I shut myself, trying to keep it as friends.

She is always with me at 3 in the morning, if it wasn’t she just listening, she was actually telling me her nightmares or viceversa, I tried to teached her how to play piano, and so, she learned quickly.

So now, we are here, again at 3 in the morning, at the piano, while both of ours hands are in the keynotes. We managed to practice together the full month and well, here is the result, a beautiful piano piece played by the two of us. And I couldn’t help myself, but move closer to her, she didn’t seem to mind at all, after all her full concentration was on the melody and I was even more attracted to her, see her in this state, happy, loving what she made, it made my heart skip a bit.

And then, it’s the pause of the song, she looked at me, with a tender smile, and a spark on her eyes, in less that 3 seconds she returned her gaze to the piano keys, but I didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me after she realized I wasn’t playing anymore.

“Bucky?” She asked me once more when I didn’t answer.

She turned her body to look at me and I couldn’t help it, she was there, looking like the most beautiful dream I had in all my life. I don’t know what was into me when I place a hand on her cheek, she was so soft. And I losted it when she smiled.

In matter of seconds my lips collided against hers with tenderness. Fuck, she was sweet, soft, better than my dreams, because she moved with me, of course she wanted it, she wanted me. Her hands made their way up until it tangled in my neck, bringing me closer to her.

We had to break the kiss when both of us needed air, I looked at her swollen lips, red and soft and a smile on them. Her eyes were looking at me, my hands somehow reached her waist and our forehead were touching, I had the most cheesy smile on my lips.

Finally I thought it will be the best chapter of my life with her on my side, but everything changed, because I destroyed it.


We tried to keep it as a secret, soon the piano nights turned into make-out sessions, that lasted at least a month and a half, it could have been more if Stark didn’t had made this huge party, we could’ve last longer if Thor hasn’t arrived with his Asgardian Liquor.  But, it happened.

One of the famous Stark nights, a lot of people and many bottles of alcohol, music playing in the distance, couples dancing in formal dresses and she appeared in a long blue dark dress, I was so lost in her that I didn’t realize the conversation between Clint and Sam, my eyes were focused on only her.

Soon after, we were dancing, I was holding her, she has holding me, her eyes full of love and tenderness, this was the most amazing moment of my life. We forgot about everyone around, it was just the music and the both of us swinging in the dance floor. And everything ended when Sam grabbed my arm, I excuse myself, promising I’ll find her later.

That thing didn’t happened as I planned, well I didn’t even planned on getting drunk with Asgardian alcohol. That thing just made me a giant moron, a jerk. I didn’t realize how drunk I was, I listened the same old piano song, Spring Waltz, the name she told me. I was in the dance floor but with the wrong partner, at the wrong time, at the wrong place.

My lips crashed violently with the girl on my arms. Her hands tugged my hair behind my neck, bringing me closer to her, and just in the same fucking pause of the song I realized, this weren’t her lips, there wasn’t this spark, what was I doing?. I broked the kiss and I saw her, Natasha Romanoff smiling widely  at me.

My gaze drifted and I shouldn’t have done that, she was there, standing alone in the dance floor, her eyes looking at me, and by now I knew her, I could read her like a book, I broked her. When she saw me in the eyes, she turned around and she made her exit. I tried to go after her, but Natasha held me in place. Next thing I saw, Steve went after her.

“Took you so long, Barnes” Natasha said with another smile and she crashed her lips with mines again.

The song finished and I was worried about her, I told Natasha the old excuse of 'I need to go to the bathroom’ to go after her, but she wasn’t in the party. I was going to leave when I felt a hand holding my arm, I turned around and I saw Tony.

“If you are the reason why she leaved, it’s better that you don’t go after her” said Tony with anger in his voice.

“I need to find her Tony, where is she?” I plead but all I could see in Tony’s eyes were anger.

“Break her heart Barnes and I’ll break your other arm” said Tony with a stern voice before he released me.

I went straight to her room, just to find the door closed, I was going to knock when I heard her sobs. She was crying hard, so hard it was breaking my fucking heart in million of pieces, and then there was another voice calming her, Steve. 

I leaved her floor, my heart sunk by hearing Steve trying to calming her, there I knew, I lost her and there wasn’t any power on Earth to make her forgive me. So I returned to the party, with Natasha and the others, Y/N and Steve, didn’t came back.


Next morning the hangover didn’t let me get up from the bed until it was 4 p.m. I decided it was better to try to talk to her, maybe I didn’t lost her, maybe we could save things. I went straight to her bedroom, but she wasn’t there. I went down to the kitchen, main room, gym, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Who are you looking for Bucky?” I heard Wanda’s voice behind me.

“Y/N, have you seen her?” I asked her with hope, and she looked at me confused and then she realized.

“Oh, true, you weren’t in the boardroom. Steve and Y/N took an undercover mission. They left an hour ago” Wanda said with a small smile.

“What? Why?, When are they going to return?” I asked her, all hoped leaved my body with that news.

“Well, it’s an undercover mission Bucky, it can take months, I don’t know… it’s everything alright?” she asked me worried.

“I don’t think so” I told her, my gaze looking at the floor.

At things weren’t okay, at all. She left with Steve for three months, how it turned it worst?. When she returned with Steve she looked happy, she looked at he the way she used to look at me, that tender smile and lovely eyes. I knew I fucked everything, and I was paying her broken heart with mine.

Still, when she looked at me for first time in months, she gave me a small smile. Maybe I didn’t deserve it after all, but she even hugged me when she saw me and I couldn’t understand why.

Late at night she talked to me, indeed I hurt her, more than ever. But she wanted to keep being friends, she told I meant a lot to her, even after Tony’s party, and for sure, she didn’t want to lost me. Still, she was pretty clear at something, 'don’t tell Steve about us or no one’ there I knew, she fell for my best friend. I said nothing, I tried to hide the hurt with the fact that she wanted me still by her side.

So after that, it was hard to act normal when she was close, or when she saw Steve and smiled. Even after all of that I went to the piano and sometimes she came, we played the same song, but we didn’t change a word, maybe some nights she talked about her nightmares again and I would told her some of mines. We were back again, to mostly strangers, I knew she was trying so hard to keep us together, but I couldn’t bring myself too, I wanted her by my side but in other ways.

I did my best at hiding my emotions from her, at least the ones that involved love towards her. And soon a lot of my dreams were about her, her smile, her soft lips against mines. She was now part of my nightmares, a living one, everyday I saw how Steve and Y/N turn into lovers, something I craved.

So I let her go, she was part of me without a doubt, how I wished she was the girl I kissed at Tony’s party, how I wished I was Steve in those moments, but I let her go, and soon after, our friendship returned, maybe I couldn’t have her in like a lover but I prefered her to be my friend, that way she would be with me.  


Shopping - James van Riemsdyk

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

Notes: I didn’t get a prompt for this one, and I don’t actually know if James dresses nice or if he dresses like Mitch Marner but for this occasion, he dresses horrible. I hope you enjoy!

Mentions: Tyler Bozak

Warnings: None!

Requested: Yes | No

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Teaser: “What do you mean I don’t dress nice? I bought half my suits with Marns!” “James, that’s why you don’t dress nice.”

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