i hope this one is more coherent


*I am only speaking for myself, but I’m sure I’m not alone*

I know that things like fear, anxiety, writer’s block, real life, depression, etc can get in the way of updating fics. I get it. I used to write fanfiction too. The readers who demand updates or leave comments like “Loved it! Update soon!” really don’t seem to understand (or even care about) all the work the writers have put into their works. That can be so discouraging.

But I’m not here to talk about those people. I’m here to focus on you. The writers who write or have written amazing works from tiny drabbles to 60 chapter monstrosities. I see you. I appreciate you. Your works are art. They are gifts the world doesn’t deserve. They are often better than the show, movie, or book they’re inspired by. So THANK YOU for writing. THANK YOU for using your precious time to write and share your talents with the Internet.

That being said, if there’s ever a time you can’t write (for the reasons I mentioned at the beginning), or just don’t feel like it, please know that I’m okay with that. I’m not mad. I will not pressure you or attempt to make you feel bad for not updating. Even if you’ve previously said “I’ll update every week/month” & then don’t. That’s okay. Stuff gets in the way. I have literally waited 5 years before a fic was updated. Of course I love the instant gratification of getting to read things right away, but I also realize that’s not always realistic. So I will be a cheerleader & I’ll talk to you about past fics or previous chapters, I will never ask for more than you’re able or willing to give.

Lastly, if I follow you as an author, there is a high chance that I’ve also attempted to get to know you or am at least following you on Tumblr. When I like a story, it’s likely that it has touched me deeply & memorably & so I want to know the person behind those words. And because of this, I have made many friends (despite me sometimes fangirling 😅). I have gotten to know so many amazing people through fanfiction. And because I’ve gotten to know you all as people and not just untouchable writers, I want y'all to know that even if you never wrote or finished another fic, I’d STILL like you. I got to know you people outside of fics. And I adore you all. The people behind the fics.

So if you ever feel pressure or like people are going to be mad if you’re not updating as fast as you “should” be, please know that at LEAST one person loves & appreciates you no matter when or if you write.

(I’m sorry this is not as clean or coherent as I’d like it to be, but it IS sincere. I hope I at least got my point across.)

@a-e-radley @angstbotfic

@chrmdpoet @coalitiongirl @delirious-comfort @eirenical @freifraufischer @fullboyle @oparu @purple-hershey @rowark-sq @sgtmac7 @spoilersweetie @thelast-thingido @violetscentedwriter @wifeysforlifey @wily-one24 @wapwani *I know there’s more, but Tumblr just made me unfollow a bunch of people & I can’t think of usernames right now. 😤
When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the seas go dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, and not before. - Mirri Maz Duur, Game of Thrones.

I’ve always been of the belief that the maegi’s prophecy about Khal Drogo’s return wasn’t all literal or all that impossible. It’s always felt like at some point the prophecy’s at-first-glance-impossibilities would start coming true in some way, shape or form (they haven’t yet in book or show, but one can still hope!)

And I’ve always had my theories about what it could mean (if anything) and how it could play out - some parts slightly more coherent than others.

When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. - Dragon’s breath, burning from the west as Dany sacks her way through Westeros? At some point I think one of the major, defining battles will start at dawn, Dany and her dragons coming blazing from the west and finish the day in the east. 

When the seas go dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves. - The first part of this to me could mean the complete freezing up of water bodies around Westeros. The second part though… Could mean ashes blowing across mountains, foreboding Dany’s arrival or the ashes of funeral pyres, or “mountains” could be a metaphor for the dragons themselves??? Dunno, still puzzling that one out.

When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. - This one’s probably the most literal part of the prophecy. Maybe when Dany finally finds someone she can truly love in some way (I don’t believe she’s ever loved anyone since Drogo or will ever love anyone the way she did him) and chooses and does have a family with, Drogo will finally return? Or maybe she just gets knocked up unexpectedly.

Either way, I’m probably wrong on all counts - as usual - and Mizzi Maz Duur made it impossible just to torture Dany, but seeing as how Cersei’s already seeing the maegi’s prophecy of her play out, why can’t Dany’s?

I’m curious to see what everyone else’s theories are. And seeing as how the series (both book and show) is filled with impossible realities who’s to say this won’t be fulfilled now that she’s back in Westeros?

Winter is here, anything is possible. 

anonymous asked:

I read Voyager a long time ago much before the TV series. I remember that Claire (and maybe Jamie) had sexual dreams with each other when they were separated but can't remember exactly those passages. Do you remember? If so, could you post them? Thank you! 😊

“She is gone,” he had said, and turned his face away. “Dinna speak her name to me again.” Loyal as always, Jenny had not, and neither had he. He could not have said what made him say it today; unless perhaps it was the dreams.

He had them often, in varying forms, and it always unsettled him the day after, as though for a moment Claire had really been near enough to touch, and then had drawn away again. He could swear that sometimes he woke with the smell of her on him, musky and rich, pricked with the sharp, fresh scents of leaves and green herbs. He had spilled his seed in his sleep more than once while dreaming, an occurrence that left him faintly shamed and uneasy in mind.


He dreamed of Claire that night. She lay in his arms, heavy-limbed and fragrant. She was with child; her belly round and smooth as a muskmelon, her breasts rich and full, the nipples dark as wine, urging him to taste them.

Her hand cupped itself between his legs, and he reached to return the favor, the small, fat softness of her filling his hand, pressing against him as she moved. She rose over him, smiling, her hair falling down around her face, and threw her leg across him.

“Give me your mouth,” he whispered, not knowing whether he meant to kiss her or to have her take him between her lips, only knowing he must have her somehow.

“Give me yours,” she said. She laughed and leaned down to him, hands on his shoulders, her hair brushing his face with the scent of moss and sunlight, and he felt the prickle of dry leaves against his back and knew they lay in the glen near Lallybroch, and her the color of the copper beeches all around; beech leaves and beechwood, gold eyes and a smooth white skin, skimmed with shadows.

Then her breast pressed against his mouth, and he took it eagerly, drawing her body tight against him as he suckled her. Her milk was hot and sweet, with a faint taste of silver, like a deer’s blood.

“Harder,” she whispered to him, and put her hand behind his head, gripping the back of his neck, pressing him to her. “Harder.”

She lay at her length upon him, his hands holding for dear life to the sweet flesh of her buttocks, feeling the small solid weight of the child upon his own belly, as though they shared it now, protecting the small round thing between their bodies.

He flung his arms about her, tight, and she held him tight as he jerked and shuddered, her hair in his face, her hands in his hair and the child between them, not knowing where any of the three of them began or ended.

He came awake suddenly, panting and sweating, half-curled on his side beneath one of the benches in the cell. It was not yet quite light, but he could see the shapes of the men who lay near him, and hoped he had not cried out. He closed his eyes at once, but the dream was gone. He lay quite still, his heart slowing, and waited for the dawn.



I woke up in the shadowed dark, hands clenched in the bedclothes, heart beating with a force that shook me like the skin of a kettledrum. “Jesus!” I said.

The silk of my nightgown was hot and clinging; looking down, I could dimly see my nipples thrusting through it, hard as marbles. The quivering spasms were still rippling through wrists and thighs, like the aftershocks of an earthquake. I hoped I hadn’t cried out. Probably not; I could hear Brianna’s breathing, untroubled and regular across the room.

I fell back on the pillow, shaking with weakness, the sudden flush washing my temples with damp.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” I muttered, breathing deeply as my heart slowly returned to normal.

One of the effects of a disturbed sleep cycle is that one stops dreaming coherently. Through the long years of early motherhood, and then of internship, residency, and nights on-call, I had got used to falling at once into oblivion when I lay down, with such dreams as occurred nothing more than fragments and flashes, restless flickers in the dark as synapses fired at random, recharging themselves for the work of the day that would come too soon.

In more recent years, with the resumption of something resembling a normal schedule, I had begun to dream again. The usual kinds of dreams, whether nightmare or good dream—long sequences of images, wanderings in the wood of the mind. And I was familiar with this kind of dream, too; it was common to what might politely be called periods of deprivation.

Usually, though, such dreams came floating, soft as the touch of satin sheets, and if they woke me, I fell at once back into sleep, glowing dimly with a memory that would not last ‘til morning.

This was different. Not that I remembered much about it, but I had a vague impression of hands that gripped me, rough and urgent, not wooing but compelling. And a voice, nearly shouting, that echoed in the chambers of my inner ear, along with the sound of my fading heartbeat.

-Dragonfly In Amber


So I planned to actually scan this and make it cleaner but honestly if I waited any longer it may never get done haha.
This method of making sigils is really really versatile, and really great if you’re trying to keep your craft lowkey since you can easily pass them off as just doodles! :)

Some things to keep in mind:

• Any alphabet/lettering system will work, as well as any orientation! Make it a circle, make it with only vowels, make it with more than one of each letter. Its up to you!

• The steps of connecting the dots & drawing in stars are interchangeable. You can connect first just as well as you can make the stars first, whichever you prefer!

• You don’t NEED to make them stars. Make them hearts, just dots, something that appeals to you personally & fits your needs. I sometimes make the stars colored on letters only used once, and open on ones used multiple times.

So, I hope I haven’t missed anything and maybe I’ll put forth a larger effort to make a more coherent guide at some point!

Have fun & thank you for reading!

(side note: I meant to include a typed out version of the text since my handwriting can be super sloppy but I just don’t have the energy, feel free to do so if you feel inclined!)

A few feelings

 There i was, minding my own seemingly hetero business when i switch over the telly on a Tuesday evening to tune in to what i always deemed a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine that airs at 8pm. As i now know, like many others i clocked the Berena chemistry from the off, enjoyed the interaction, the delicious tension, the are they?/aren’t they? lingering looks. Browsed social media in wonder of whether there were other like minded individuals who fancied these two as a pairing. Revived my old Tumblr account which i made when i was 19… Christmas-what? Anyway, somehow became submerged in a fandom full of creative and brilliant people where unfortunately i’m just one of those that doesn’t really contribute anything of real value aside from re-blogging and adding the odd growl of appreciation for J-Red and C-Russ. 

(I don’t want to bore anyone that isn’t interested in this so I’ve added a wavy line thing).

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So, after how crazy and stressful March was, I decided to try and say some things to some people who I’ve met in this community who have affected me a lot in the only way I can think to say it. This is the first in what I hope will be a series, for the most part it isn’t going in any particular order, more just in the order my brain can articulate my thoughts into coherent words.

This first one to:

we-are-pristin-onion  asked:

what does alan watts say about the evil in the world ? and how to... stop getting so bogged down with it. i don't think Leibniz's concept of optimism is the answer so i was wondering what he has to say on the matter, if he does. thank.

All emboldened words are direct quotes from Alan Watts’ texts and/or lectures (with the exception of one short phrase by Carl Jung). All remaining text is mine.

Gosh, this is a question with a set of inexhaustible answers. I really appreciate you asking it but I apologise in advance for what will be a lengthy response.

Alan Watts’ most concise response would have been that “All opposition has its resolution in an underlying unity.” If you’d like to stop here and take away one generalised message that can be applied to all aspects of life just as much as it can to the concept of evil itself, let it be that. If not, buckle in! 

So, what does Watts mean by that? Central to many of his lectures was an attempt to demonstrate the limitations of polarity. Humans (particularly those raised with a Western mindset) have a tendency to view the universe as a complex amalgamation of mutually exclusive concepts that exist in constant opposition to each other. What Watts sought to reveal was that such polarised thinking failed to acknowledge the underlying unity of all things. He fervently rejected the “Disastrous and absurd hypothesis that there is an absolute and radical conflict between good and evil (or light and darkness) that can never be harmonised.”

Within this already too long response, I couldn’t easily summarise the wide array of concepts and ideas with which Watts harmonised good and evil. That said, I’ll still give it a try.

All things are dependent upon all other things for their existence. In the specific case of good and evil, a person could not recognise either without having knowledge of the other. Furthermore, these seemingly opposed concepts arise from each other in a mutual way. “If you’re going to have black, you won’t know that it’s black unless you have some white. And if you’re going to have white, you won’t know that it’s white unless you have some black.” Following this idea of a mutually dependent recognition, Watts proposed that “It is evil which makes possible the recognition of virtue.”

You’ve indicated that you don’t wish to get so “bogged down” in the fact that evil exists in this world. I’m not deeply familiar with Leibniz’s concept of optimism but I assume that it feels unsatisfactory to you insofar as it requires you to have blind faith in God’s judicious choice between all possible worlds—a choice from which our world emerged as the best and most good. In other words, it might feel unsatisfactory to the extent that it fails to deeply restructure your emotional and intellectual relationship with evil (and the inescapable fact of its existence). Instead, it only invites you to tolerate things as they are by accepting that they aren’t much worse. What, then, are we to do with our negative emotional reactions to the existence of evil in this world?

“Our rage against evil things which occur in this world must not overstep itself. [Because] if we require as a justification for our rage a fundamental and metaphysical division between good and evil, we [create] an insane and schizophrenic universe of which no sense whatsoever can be made.” Some of the sense to which Watts is referring here is the aforementioned idea of being able to recognise virtue by its comparison to evil. Allow me to reference a different lecture in which Watts was once asked by a member of his audience how he would ameliorate evil in the world if he were God. In the spirit of that lecture, Watts responded as if he were actually God himself. His answer was thus:

“I begin with the point that I [as God] am responsible for the way the world is. If I couldn’t feel that, I would have to blame somebody else. I’m not willing to do that because I know that under various changing circumstances, it might be appropriate for me to be as a big a rascal as rascals have been […] As for improving the world, the world is always improving. It may look to some people slow but it’s improving even when it is declining. The world works in an undulatory process, like a wave. It goes up and it goes down. It goes up and it goes down. It couldn’t go up all the time because if it did we wouldn’t know that that was up. So it goes down some of the time so that we can know when it goes up.”

Now, before you personally lump Watts with Leibniz into that group of philosophers with unsatisfactory solutions to the problem of evil, I will add that Watts himself said that these ideas were “NOT a philosophy of condoning evil.” Instead, Watts is inviting each of us to conceptualise evil as something that must fundamentally exist if the concept of good can also do the same. He is not proposing that we should be passive or calmly tolerant of evil—maybe even quite the opposite. While discussing Adolf Eichmann (one of the most infamous organisers of the Holocaust) Watts acknowledged that he himself would have experienced a tremendously negative emotional reaction should they have met:

“Human emotions are deeply and rightly aroused. I would say that if I were in any situation where an Eichmann was operating, I would be roused to a degree of fury that I can hardly imagine in my present existence. I would oppose those sorts of villains with all the energy that I have. But, at the same time, I would recognise the relativity of my own emotional involvement. I would not be able to regard my adversary as a metaphysical devil—as one who represented the principle of absolute and unresolvable evil.”

Here again we return to the proposition that “All opposition has its resolution in an underlying unity.” The difference here, however, is that Alan Watts is now asking us to recognise that unity in our own psychological selves. Here he is proposing that we each have an “element of irreducible rascality in us.” The following block quote expounds upon this idea of rascality being present in each of us. You are likely to disagree with it but the conclusion that Watts is asking us to draw from it isn’t immediately obvious. Watts is inviting us to recognise a simple idea proposed by a man whom he deeply respected and admired: “Condemnation does not lead to liberation.”–Carl Jung

“To the degree that you condemn and find evil in others, you are to that degree unconscious of the same thing in yourself. Or at least of the potentiality of it. There can be Eichmanns and Hitlers and Himmlers just because there are people who are unconscious of their own dark sides. [These people] project that darkness outward into Jews or Communists or whatever the enemy may be and say ‘There is the darkness; it is not in me. And therefore because the darkness is not in me, I am justified in annihilating this enemy!’”

If one stands any hope of not being “bogged down” by evil and its existence in the world, one needn’t condemn it in others nor in oneself. Instead, one should conceptualise good and evil not as exclusive opposites but rather as universal concepts that are mutually interdependent. You can’t have one without the other. More to the point, you needn’t try to abolish one so that the other may prevail; that is an impossibility. Rather, by dissolving the illusory opposition and revealing an underlying unity, one is likely to develop a broader perspective from which evil isn’t to be abhorred and vilified on a metaphysical level.

I could go on and on but I’ll stop here. I’ve done my best to clarify Watts’ position (as I understand it thus far). I’m still learning. I hope I’ve helped even a little. Thanks for your question! If I haven’t explained something here coherently enough then please let me know.


Holy cow.

I wish I had something more coherent and meaningful to say. Aside from “I’m very grateful.”

I’m considering doing a giveaway, granted if I can find the time and ability to do so. What would folks think of maybe taking part in something like that?

Regardless of what goes down, I want to thank each and every one of you (who isn’t a porn bot) for swinging by and taking the time to chill around here. It’s been really nice having you guys around, and I hope I can keep providing neat stuff, or just general shenanigans.

Thanks, guys. I hope you’re all having a good day. And if not, I hope you’re taking care of yourselves where you can.

Take care. : )

taswel  asked:

hey there! just wanted to ask; is there any advice you can give to independent artists on how to gain more exposure/larger audience? what kind of methods can you recommend or what has worked for you?

Yo! Right off the bat, i’m gonna say one good method of gaining more exposure would probably be putting your work out into whatever fandoms your into. It gives you a pretty decent boost when it comes to getting your stuff out there and noticed by more people! (more points if it’s something not well known probably because if ur like me and are into obscure shit chances are you’re not gonna find much in the tags AND YA GOTTA DO EVERYTHING YAHSELF which can double the chance of getting attention drawn to your stuff👍 i can guarantee u there are people like me who look through the tags and see barely any content and are like!!! where y’all at!!!!! feed me that Good Shit ™ blease… ) 

Do trades and gift art for people (who are alright with it!) People sometimes post the stuff they get into their galleries or will reblog/retweet it which helps get your name out there! As always, continuing to put yourself and your works (fandom and/or original works) out there is the key to getting an audience I think. It’s easy to get disheartened when people don’t give you much notice, but you also won’t get noticed if you don’t post often, if at all. Being an active member of a community I feel is essential for getting yourself out there!! Combine that with doing trades and gifts (or requests if you can handle it), tossing in some fanart or taking part in some memes (like the fursona ones that have been going around twitter) are a good recipe i’ve seen to getting noticed more~!

HOPE THIS HELPS!!! and was coherent dskdfslf. To be honest i’m crap at explaining this because I don’t have much experience with this kinda thing because I never really intended for my art to get as popular as it has and I always have just..drawn what i’ve wanted and shared it with people?? and they’ve liked what I put out so I GUESS I DID SOMETHING RIGHT LMAO. Sometimes simplicity is the best approach and u just gotta do u and you’ll be surprised at the audience you get from just that! But there is absolutely no harm in using fandoms as a bit of a stepping stone to help yourself get into the right direction if that’s what you’re aiming for!


Well shoot! Thank you for the compliment! I just saw a post about how tumblr was glitching & not telling people when they had asks, so I thought what the heck, maybe I have one, and this gem hahaha haah was sitting in my inbox. I hope this isn’t too late, it can’t have been hanging out too long since my @gemanimate post isn’t that old. Either way it’s probably worth posting?

I used toon boom harmony. And I hope this is helpful, and not just a mess of things I think are coherent. It’s a lot of answer for a simple question, and I hope it doesn’t come off as condescending, but the glow wasn’t just one glow, it was a bunch of slightly different things and trickery that made the efx what they are. Efx are so cool and I like animating them so much in case that wasn’t clear. Each image has a caption clarifying what process it explains if it’s not super clear. 

Please feel free to ask for more clarification of anything if you’re more of a ‘words’ learner. I felt like it’d make more sense with visuals, especially since the network is a confusing concept if you’re not familiar with it. At least, I think it is.
On to the second part of your ask: how long this mess took me to throw together? Time for another absurdly long answer to a simple question! And if I’m real, I’m writing this all out because I need to admit it to myself more than anything haha. 

My shot is only ~3 seconds long, and I started the animation portion of my shot
two-ish weeks (maybe more) before the due date of august 29th. I should have been able to finish with tons of stress free room for technical error/other unforeseen issues, but I actually took another week and a half past the 29th to finish (thank you @gemanimate team for being understanding).

So here is a friendly, caring, and cautionary reminder–to anyone reading–to plan for both the practical aspects/requirements of a shot as well as your personal mental/emotional capacity to work. The hours needed to finish a shot aren’t necessarily the hours you need to finish a shot, and there’s nothing wrong with that if you plan accordingly. Bolded for the cheap seats (it’s for myself, I am in the cheap seats in my own life). For example, the first few nights I was working on it, I set up a file. Next night, laid out the characters, etc. Eventually, I got into a groove where I was actually animating, but I hadn’t planned for that slow start, or any of the snags I hit in life that tripped up my work flow along the way. Plan cushions for that mind game stuff that I can’t seem to acknowledge if that’s something you deal with, in addition to the technical needs of a project. 

Moving off the soapbox, the hours I put into it that were actual work hours were maybe 15 - 20 hours? Maybe more? I unfortunately did not keep time, and I’m not great at recalling stuff like that. It’s like it wasn’t finished one day, and now it is, and heck if I know what happened between then and now.  

But I guess if you were asking about time because of the complexity of the compositing/glow stuff, that was the last 1 - 2 hrs of work. Once the animation is done, the comp is just throwing in some modules and messing with them until they look the way you want. Messing with their settings is how you learn about them & how they operate. There are tons of different means to achieve the same end in toon boom, a lot like photoshop. None of what I’ve said here is a set in stone ‘correct’ way to composite for a glowy effect, but it is one way. 

Happy animating! And again, please let me know (anyone) if there’s anything that you’d like further clarification on!

Must Be True Love

Gotham One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Harvey Bullock + Jim Gordon

Warnings: violence, injury/blood

Request: “I need this as a fic .. lol” - rogha-an-da-dhiogha 

Word Count: 1,645

A/N: Original gif imagine is here [x]! The structure of this one was a little more fragmented than usual, but I hope it’s still coherent. Just a side note to everyone: if you want me to write a one shot about one of my gif imagines, please message me instead of just leaving it in the comments, because sometimes I won’t be able to see it! (one shots are still closed)

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So I’ve made my own crochet sweater pattern for the first time! It’s gonna be a silver and black Venom pullover based on the one featured in @hannahblumenreich‘s wonderful comic, which you can read here: http://hannahblumenreich.tumblr.com/post/140880595913/aunt-may-does-right-by-her-nephew

After I read it, I HAD to looked at pretty much all of her spiderman art, so I REALLY recommend you at least look at the comics on her blog, they’re ALL good. (now that my nose is good and brown, let me talk about something else) After I saw the sweater in the comic, I realized that I NEEDED that sweater, but I couldn’t find one like it ANYWHERE!! So I just went “fuck it, I need that, I’m making one.”

For those that crochet, I made a chain of 45, skipped the last stitch, and single stitched until I reached the end again. Then, I did a 1:1 pattern of front-back double crochets for three rows. I switched to single stitch for the rest, and I’m basically going to do this for the entire sweater. Once that’s done, I’ll slip stich the sides and tops together and do the same 1:1 pattern of front-back doubles around the collar. I hope that was coherent. This pattern is pretty much free for anyone to use, just tell me if you make this, I’d love to see what other people make!!! (I’d also love it if you checked out @hannahblumenreich seriously I’m pretty sure she’s one of the few people I know of that loves Spiderman more than me) Also this is taking like six balls of THE SOFTEST yarn i’ve ever felt, I highly recommend Lion Brand super bulky, IT’S SO SOFT THIS IS GONNA BE THE BEST SWEATER!!!

Left Handed

Hey y’all! So this one was inspired by the gif at the bottom when Seb is talking about Bucky’s hobbies. HAHA! This is my first smut which is very terrifying so I hope you guys like it! Thank you so much to @dontstopwiththelyin for proof reading and making me less scared to post it :) Enjoy! Happy Wednesday! 

Warnings: Smut, language, masturbation (is masturbation separate than smut who knows)

His back was leaning against the headboard. His head was flopped back, exposing the pulsing veins in his neck. His chest was beat red, his breathing labored and loud. His dark hair was clinging to the sweat beading on his forehead. His jaw was slack and his eyes were clenched shut.

Under his eyelids he could see every inch of you. Your long wavy hair, your bright eyes, your effortless smile, the curve of your waist, the small dip in your shoulder from your bra strap, the pockets on the back of your jeans.

How he wanted to dig his hands in those pockets, to swirl his tongue around your mouth, to pop the latch on your bra, to slide your panties down your long, soft legs.

He wanted to smell your scent, taste your arousal, listen to you moan, kiss every inch of your body, make you scream his name.

Just thinking of you was sending him over the edge.

But you had no idea.

You had just finished eating dinner and were heading back to your room. The elevator doors opened and you stepped out onto the floor with the team’s rooms. You started toward your door when Steve’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/N), I think Bucky’s calling you.”

“Oh.” You were confused. “How’d he know I was up here already?” Why didn’t he just come and get you? You thought.

“I don’t know, but he’s definitely calling you” Steve said as he started downstairs and closed the door behind him.

You walked up to the door of Bucky’s bedroom and said through the door “Buck? Did you need me?”

You heard him call your name again so you opened the door to see him sprawled out on the bed pumping his length.

“Jesus!” And as fast as you opened the door you closed it. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!”

You heard him curse as you snuck across the hall into your own room and closed the door. Oh my God. You were so embarrassed. You couldn’t imagine how he felt.

You sat on your bed mortified, wishing you could turn back time, that you never opened that door. Then your mind replayed what you saw. You had only been in the room for a second but you got a clear look of him. His mouth gaping open, his toned torso clenching, the metal of his hand shining as it flew up and down.

You had liked Bucky for a while now, but never told a soul. You were too nervous, he was doing so well after everything that’s happened to him, and you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence around him, never mind tell him your secret.

But this changed things. He was yelling your name. The thought sent shivers down your spine and heat to your stomach.

Before you could think any more, you heard a soft knock on your door. You hoped it was Steve. You would kill him.

But you opened the door and Bucky stood on the other side, looking sheepishly at the floor. His eyes flew up to yours and you realized you weren’t the only one who was completely mortified by this experience.

“(Y/N), I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were-”

“No, no, Bucky it’s okay, don’t-”

“I just, um, I-”

“Yeah, me too.”

All fear left his eyes. You liked him too. The half smile he was wearing was driving you insane. So you kissed it.

You pulled him into your room and closed the door. His hands on your hips spun you around and you crashed against the door. Tilting your head against his, you fisted his shirt in your hands. His metal arm was wrapped all the way around you while his flesh hand sunk into the back pocket of your jeans.

Only when you had to come up for air did you pull away from his face enough to look in his eyes. They were bright, brilliant blue. He leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, and as he did, you felt his length against your stomach.

You looked down and bit your lip hard when you saw him pressing against the front of this grey sweatpants. You fiddled with the band of the pants.

“Want some help with that?”

He laughed and you took turns pulling each others shirts off. You pulled him in for one long, slow kiss as your hands glided down his chest and stomach.

He watched as you pulled the string on his pants loose and they fell to the floor. His lack of boxers allowed his long, thick length to spring free, shooting electricity from your chest to your core.

Your hazy brain finally cleared and you reached for him. His hands cupped your face and brought you into another kiss while he unlatched your bra and tossed it on the chair a couple feet away from where you stood.

Your tongues battled as he cupped and lightly squeezed your breasts. You gasped for air when his fingers brushed your nipple, and he released you from your kiss so his lips could stain your neck.

His growled into your skin when your hand gripped his length and bit down as you pumped it. His hands traveled down your back and hungrily squeezed your ass, pulling the lace panties away.

Your quiet “Buck” turned into a squeal when he picked you up and gently laid you down on the bed. The two of you were so hungry for each other, but he was so gentle with you, it made your head spin and your heart swell.

He filled you completely with slow, direct thrusts. “Oh god, doll. Shit, baby girl. You feel so good.” His voice was low, his words long and drawn out. His face was pressed into your neck, his breath hot and heavy against your sensitive skin.

His thrusts grew harder as he kissed your lips. His hand grazed the inside of your thigh and landed on your clit, rubbing small circles.

Your mouth hung open and he took your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it. Your arms wrapped around his body, fingers digging into his strong shoulder blades.

“Come on, baby. I wanna see you come undone for me. Come on, doll.”

Orgasm surged through you, his name was the only word you could think to say. He held you and praised you as you shook and arched underneath him.

He wasn’t far behind you, his thrusts were wild and his voice was strained. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna-fuckfuckfuck.”

He collapsed on top of you, a weight you adored feeling. You brushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead. He rolled to the side of you, his chest still heaving, his limbs heavy.

He tucked his arm under your head and you drew patterns in his chest until you could find the strength to sit up on your elbow and press your lips against his.

“Remind me to thank Steve.”

Originally posted by teamsebstan

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BTS reaction: their s/o shows up at a meet and greet as a surprise after not seeing them for a long time

It feels good to be back to doing reactions again. Sorry if it isn’t my best one, I’m a bit rusty, heh ^^  Thank you for requesting! xx

Jin/Kim Seokjin: 

He would be so happy omg. Like, legit chance of tears right there. He’d probably give you a quick kiss, before telling someone to take you backstage, so you could wait for him there. But he’d probably slightly panic as well. You hadn’t told him that you were coming, so he hadn’t been able to plan anything. Not practical solutions, or activities. But he’d figure something out, because he wanted to make the most out of the time he had with you.

Originally posted by xxjoohoney

Suga/Min Yoongi: 

I think his brain would kind of shut down tbh. Like, he usually struggles to put his feelings into words. Now he would struggle to even get a coherent sentence out. Mainly because he doesn’t know how to react, and the situation feels kinda unreal. Like, you’re actually here????? How on earth???? Once it sunk in though, he wouldn’t stop smiling. 

Originally posted by mn-yg

J-Hope/Jung Hoseok: 

He’d definitely cry. If he started crying while watching a video of his family when he hadn’t seen them in a while, he’s so going to cry if he actually sees his partner irl after not seeing them. He wouldn’t do much, because I feel like he’s one of the more private members, and there’s fans around, but he would definitely tell you to wait backstage for him.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Plz ignore the fact that he’s pointing at food 

Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon: 

He wouldn’t know how to react. Like, how does one react to this kind of surprise? So he would just get quite flustered, and smile his dimpled smile and tell you to come around the table. There he would hug you and kiss you. If they had any spare chairs, he’d probably want you to get one and sit next to him. Otherwise, he’d tell you to wait backstage, and then he’d spend the entire fanmeet trying to figure out stuff to do with now that you’re here.

Originally posted by taestylips

Jimin/Park Jimin: 

Giggly mess. And then a shy giggly mess. Like, he’d forget that fans were around for a second when he first sees you, and would greet you very excitedly, and tell you to come around so he could greet you properly. And then he would remember the other fans, and become shy because of his reaction. And he’s another member who’d want you to wait backstage so he could be with you more privately.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

V/Kim Taehyung: 

He does not give a shit that the fans are around. Or rather, he gives a shit, he just doesn’t let that stop him. He’s going to run around the table to hug you, and you are not leaving his side for the rest of the fanmeet. If there aren’t any extra chairs, you’re just gonna have to sit on his lap. He’s definitely the type who would want to always have some kind of physical contact with his s/o when he hasn’t seen them in a while. And he’ll be so happy. Too happy for words.

Originally posted by taehyungsheart

Jungkook/Jeon Jeongguk: 

Shy bun. Like Yoongi, he’s just struggling to grasp the situation, and the fact that you’re actually there. And he won’t know what’s the appropriate way to react. Should he be overly excited? Should he act cool? Should he let you stay next to him, or should he tell you to go backstage and wait? So he’ll just do a bit of everything. But his cute bunny smile will be present throughout the whole day.

Originally posted by jibeom

Birthday Dinner for Two [Requested]

“Surprise!” J-Hope beamed. You stood dumbfounded, staring at J-Hope through your doorway. He had talked around a flower in his mouth, held a small fern in a pot in one hand, and a couple bags of groceries in the other.

“Hobi?” You were definitely surprised; you hadn’t thought that you were going to be able to see him for your birthday. You moved out of his way and gestured for him to go inside. He set down the groceries in your kitchen and placed the flower and fern on the table.

“I wanted to plan a birthday dinner for you,” he murmured before pulling you into a big hug. Your heart was immediately warmed by his gestures.

“So, what did you get for dinner, then?” you asked with a smile. He still held you close, and he kissed your forehead.

“I didn’t get anything.” He pulled away from you and started to unpack his groceries in the kitchen. “We’re going to cook it together,” he grinned, pointedly holding up a box of some sort of food. You laughed and helped him unpack.

“Isn’t it my birthday, though? Shouldn’t you cook for me?” you chided playfully. He shook his head ‘no’ with a grin plastered on his face.

J-Hope had bought you the ingredients to cook your favorite dinner and, with some difficulty, was cooked by the both of you. He kissed your neck gently before ushering you out of the kitchen.

“Sit at the table,” he instructed. You scurried to your seat and awaited your next command. “Close your eyes and cover them with your hands. No peeking!” You followed orders, biting your lip with excitement. You heard plates being set down at the table, along with a couple shuffling sounds. There was clacking heard around you, but you couldn’t place the sounds. You heard J-Hope sit in the chair next to you.

“Okay; open them!”

You did, and you were astounded to see electric tea lights set up around the room. It was enough to provide a warm, dim hue of yellow light around you. He was so handsome cast in the lights of the “candles”. There was the flower and the small fern (which you had forgotten about until right then) sitting in the middle of the table. You understood why he got you the flower, but you didn’t quite comprehend why he brought you a fern. Before you could question him, J-Hope started talking.

“I got you this—” he started, picking up the flower and handing it to you, “—because I wanted you to have something for the beauty of tonight. I got you this—” he motioned towards the small fern “—because I wanted you to have something for the beauty of our relationship. What we are and what we can be.” He paused momentarily, looking straight at you and stroking your hair. “I love you.”

You teared up a little bit, biting your lip and smiling.

“I love you, too,” you murmured. J-Hope grinned back at you and motioned towards the dinner plates he’d laid out.

“Let’s eat.”

The dinner you’d made together came out a lot better than you had expected it to. He talked with you the whole time, making you laugh a lot. When you finished eating, your boyfriend picked up the dishes and bustled about in the kitchen. He returned with his hands behind his back. He then revealed a small cupcake with the letter of your first name on it and laid it in front of you.

“I made this earlier; I wanted to make dessert for you,” he said. “I had Jin give me some ideas for recipes. I hope you like it. But before that…” He looked around for a moment, seemingly embarrassed about something. Then, he started to sing “happy birthday” softly. When he finished, you were left speechless. He leaned forward and kissed your lips quickly.

“And I have to give you birthday kisses. One for each year,” he beamed before kissing you again. Three… four… five… six… he counted all the way up to your age before pulling away. “Oh, I almost forgot!” He gave you a long, sweet kiss that left you breathless and wanting more.

“One more for your Korean age,” he said in a satisfied tone. You just stared at him, unable to say anything coherent. Finally, you took the cupcake and ate it in one bite. It was really good, actually, and it was a welcome distraction from the dull heat in your stomach.

“Daebak,” J-Hope laughed. “I’m glad you like it. I’m going to go clean the dishes.”

You watched his back move; he looked like he had been getting more muscle. The sink started to run, and you knew what you wanted. After a moment of thinking, you stood and padded quietly to the kitchen. You saw that he was somehow on the last dish.

Is he a magician?’ you thought with a bewildered smile. He put the last dish in the dish drainer, turned around, and saw you waiting for him.

“Something wrong, Jagi?” he asked, putting his hands on your hips. You shook your head before leaning forward and kissing him. He reciprocated almost immediately, holding you close to him. Your fingers clenched his hair as a feeling of need shot through you. His grip tightened as he deepened the kiss, and you backed up so you were against the nearest wall. Your hips moved on their own; they pushed against him, and he gasped lightly against your lips. His hands ran up your sides, hiking up your shirt a bit in the process. He tentatively bit your lower lip, and you moaned softly in response. Your fingers brushed down to his shoulders, feeling the muscles in his arms ripple as they worked to touch you.

J-Hope pulled away with a small movement; both of your breathing was heavier then. His eyes searched yours carefully.

“Can I make a birthday request?” you asked breathily.

“Of course, Jagi.”

“Can we go to my bedroom…?” You were a bit embarrassed by the words, but there was no taking them back. He nodded, holding your hand and motioning for you to lead the way. You took him there quietly and shut the door behind you.

“Are you sure?” your boyfriend murmured, caressing your face. You nodded with the utmost sincerity, and he pulled you in for a kiss. He backed you up until you fell back on the bed. Unsure of what to do, you tried to remove your shirt. J-Hope grabbed your hands and stopped them from moving.

“I’ll get that for you.”

Before he bent down, he pulled off his own shirt. Your eyes raked down his abs in awe, feeling the warmth in your core tighten. He eased your shirt off while kissing the exposed skin. He traveled down to your stomach and stopped when he reached your stomach. He removed your pants with ease, kissing the waistband of your underwear. You were getting wet from the anticipation alone. While he kissed your neck, he removed your bra and brushed his thumb across your clothed clit, making you hum. He circled your nub slowly and gently, and you idly hoped that your panties weren’t going to be ruined.

Your body was bowing against his by the time J-Hope moved your panties aside. He sped up his ministrations and teased a finger around your slit, making your body move in ways you didn’t think were possible. A moan escaped your mouth, and you tried to quiet down.

“Don’t, Jagi,” J-Hope whispered. “Let me hear you.” Almost as if to urge you on, he pushed a finger inside of you, and you did just what he asked for. He pumped you in time with his circling, and you found yourself wishing that he could be inside of you soon. He saw how ready you were, so he pushed a second finger into you. The feeling was something that you didn’t know you wanted until it happened. Suddenly, he slowed down.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said almost reluctantly.

“I do,” you admitted, motioning towards your dresser. He looked at you questioningly, but then smirked and retrieved the condom.

“Lay down properly,” he said while unbuckling his belt. You did what he told you to, scooting up the bed to the headboard. “Start touching yourself,” he continued softly. Your heart skipped a beat, but you felt more aroused from the idea. You pulled of your underwear completely, and, cheeks turning pink, you circled your clit like he had been.

J-Hope pulled down his pants and underwear in one go and started to stroke himself. He laid down next to you, kissing you while unwrapping the condom. He released your lips to roll the condom over his impressive length. Grabbing your hips, he laid you on top of him, much to your surprise.

“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” you protested lightly.

“It’s okay; I’ll help you,” he reassured you. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” You nodded again, trusting his judgement. He positioned you over him and kept your body aligned when you lowered yourself. The sensation of him inside you felt strange, but not entirely unwelcome. You were almost overwhelmed, but J-Hope pulled you down so you were laying on him. He locked eyes with you as he pulled out and made his first thrust. You realized immediately that this was a feeling you didn’t want to stop. You let out a small noise of pleasure, your lips searching for his.

He guided your hips until you were moving on your own, and then he thrust up into you. Gasping quietly, you started to pick up the pace. Your body felt unbelievably hot as you moved. Your breasts slid against J-Hope’s chest, and your core was knotting tightly.

“Ho… Hoseok!” you moaned heavily, coming hard around him. His own orgasm came right after yours, and he stilled beneath you. He held you close and muttered your name.

While you caught your breath, J-Hope pulled out of you and laid you next to him so he could dispose of the condom. He got back in bed with you and held you against him.

“Hobi,” you giggled breathlessly, “I can’t breathe. Your chest is in the way.”

He just laughed in response and squeezed you before letting you go.

“I love you,” he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I love you, too.”

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Sorry to any of the people who subscribe to me on Ao3! I decided to post all the ficlets and oneshots I’ve written on Tumblr but never posted anywhere else, so you might be getting some emails. I’m only going to upload the three today, but starting tomorrow I’m probably going to go back and post all of those old ones. I hope the emails aren’t too inconvenient! It’ll be over soon. Haha!


For God’s Sake. Where was it? Kit flipped his borrowed sheets back once more and breathed a heavy sigh. Diana had demanded the essay be done by tomorrow and how was he supposed to complete it if he couldn’t find his copy of the Codex.

He surveyed his room one last  time and then padded down the sunlit Blackthorn corridor to continue his search. He came to the first door. Tiberius’ room. Knocking lightly, he hesitantly nudged the door open.

“Do you know where my- Oh.” Kit breathed. Rouge climbed his cheeks, for there stood Tiberius Blackthorn shirtless in the centre of his room. Instantly Kit twisted, fumbling for the door handle and stumbling an apology, and cracked his head straight into the door frame.

“Ow”, Kit groaned with pain. Then a hand was on his arm. Pale and delicate. Silver eyes met his blue ones. How beautiful.

“Are you alright?” Kit managed a weak nod. Ty stepped back (thank God, he was wearing a shirt now) and his hands started their flutter once again. Kit didn’t like to think of them as a flutter but far more coordinated and coherent- like Tiberius himself. He looked as though his fingers recited a musical piece similar to the ones he loved so dearly. Kit found himself wanting to learn the language of his silent melody and why he wanted to do that geniunely terrified him.

Tiberius dropped his eyes, “How may I assist you, Christopher?” Christopher (Kit shuddered at the name) was scrubbing, furiously at the developing lump on his head in the hope to reactivate his brain and form clear thoughts.

“I- uh. I was wondering if you’d seen my copy of the Codex. I thought I might have left it here when-” The book sailed towards him and Kit caught it deftly. It always seemed he lost all grace around Tiberius.

“You left it here after I helped you with your essay. Have you finished it?“ Kit shook his head guiltily. Finally, he cleared his throat and said,

“I should probably go and finish that now actually.” He spun on his heel, determined not to crash into a door this time. He stopped at the door and turned back once more. Tiberius sat on his bed, untangling his wires again.

“It’s ok. You can stay if you want.” Kit’s eyes came to rest on Tiberius’ shoulder. A small smile tugged his lips. He put a finger on the source of the seam of his shirt (and was pleased to see Ty didn’t pull away) and trailed it down his arm, following the inside-out stitches. “Your shirt’s inside-out.” He must have hastily thrown it on when he came to Kit’s aid. Ty blushed, muttered “Excuse me.” and got up.

Settling on Ty’s bed, Kit pulled the worn bee plush that always inhabited his bed into his lap to amuse him. “Julian, gave it to me.” Kit looked up and his breath caught. Ty had still not put his shirt on and the pale plains of his chest were bare. Sewn from swooping lines, he cut an elegant figure and Kit forgot what air was. His obsidian hair was adorably ruffled from taking the shirt off. He wrung his shirt in his hands. His mercury eyes were cast down again and Kit silently willed them to meet his again. The gods heard his prayer. 

Kit rose to his feet. He’d wanted this for longer than he wanted to admit. Longer than he knew. They were the same height so he slipped a hand around his cheek. His skin was cold. “Can I-”

Ty leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth.  He then leaned back and smiled a little. “I think so.”

Ok ok ok so this is my first attempt at FanFic. I know it’s hella cheesy, I know it needs a hell of a lot of work but you gotta start somewhere. This came out longer than anticipated but ah well. I will be so happy if you give honest feedback. If you think it’s shit then tell me why it is. If you think it’s good tell me what to do better and what bits you liked. And if I bored you I’m sorry. But anywho here’s some KITTY hope you like it mwah 😘😍💞😻