i just wanted to do something different for once

I feel like the most confusing debate I’ve ever seen is whether you should take the time to be nice to customer service people. Like, yes? Always? I don’t care if it slows things down a tiny bit. I don’t care about that fraction of a second. Still do it. 

I know there are places where this isn’t the norm, but, I’m just gonna tell you straight: you’re wrong. 

I’ve worked in any number of jobs that have contact with the public, and there is a huge difference between the people who just say what they want and the people who first say hello - you know, like you’re an actual human - and then ask for what they want. One of those groups makes you feel like an automaton. The other makes you feel like a person.

But beyond that general concept, let me just tell you, genuinely nice people make all the difference. I once had a client rail at me for like ten minutes straight for something I had nothing to do with, had no control over, and could not possibly fix for him. I was ready to cry by the end of it. I was ready to quit by the end of it. I hung up the phone with him and decided I needed to take a walk before I started breaking shit, but before I could get out the door the phone rang again. Against my better judgment, I answered it, and I was so glad I did.

It wasn’t like the client who was calling was going to give me a million dollars or anything. It wasn’t like she was calling to ask how my day was going. She just needed a thing, and was calling to ask if I could help her with it. But she was so freaking nice that by the end of what couldn’t have been more than a two minute call, she’d undone so much of the damage he did.

Nice people are a balm against the shitty people. They can make all the difference in the world. So be the nice person that makes someone’s day a little better.

Colin O’Donoghue on Happy, Sad , Confused

Some of the highlights:

  • He said it’s nice to get out for a little bit but it’s weird to leave set since they just started to film the finale.
  • When you play a character as long as you do on a TV shot it’s always nice to play someone else. It’s complicated because he wants to do something different but he also wants to have a few weeks of rest.
  • He’s been very lucky on Once that he’s been able to play so many different types of Hook.
  • He was very lucky that he was able to take time off of Once to shoot Carrie Pilby because it was rescheduled. 
  • He skyped with the director of Carrie Pilby to talk about the role. He just really wanted to play a different character than Hook and there is nothing redeeming about his character in the movie.
  • Bel wasn’t originally playing Carrie Pilby when Colin signed on.
  • “I didn’t think about the female … thing at the time. I still can’t believe that we have to ask that question. The work should speak for itself…. Unfortunately that is something we have to talk about, the fact that is it directed by a woman and written by a woman.”
  • “Who doesn’t want to be punched in the face by Gabriel Byrne?”
  • It was a dream come true to work with Gabriel Byrne.
  • At 19 Colin was in drama college and focused on wanting to be an actor. He played a lot of guitar and drew a lot .. 
  • No one prepares you for interviews or how you come across when you become an actor.
  • Colin’s first Comic Con with Once he describes as relentless … interview after interview .. and he became a caricature of himself. He was playing a version of himself.
  • Jen, Ginny, Josh, Lana are all really good at it. Colin just leans on them and lets them answer at the big events.
  • He joined youth theater at 15 or 16 and he realized that it gave him an opportunity to be someone else, someone more engaging without having to change who he is as a person.
  • Loves the idea of affecting people and losing yourself in a role and making people cry or laugh.
  • 12 Angry Men is probably one of his favorite movies of all time.
  • Colin is a massive Star Wars fan. A New Hope is the first one he remembers seeing. Han Solo was the character that clicked for him. A&E call Hook the Han Solo of OUAT. He wants to watch more Star Wars with his son. He thinks the prequels went overboard with the CGI
  • The Rite was what Colin considers his big break. His character was a very specific character and sort of an outsider.  Anthony Hopkins took him under his wing. He went through his process with Colin and told him that Laurence Olivier had done that for him. People think it’s effortless but Anthony Hopkins works really hard.
  • Colin was on the short list for Superman. 
  • He loves Captain Hook and he honestly doesn’t think that any character would have been more perfect for him to play at the time.
  • He had done a pilot with Angela Basset that wasn’t picked up and then was out of work for 6-8 months when he got the script for OUAT.
  • He read the script and wondered how he could put his spin on the character. He wanted him to be an incredibly engaging character. Somebody who guys wanted to go hang out with and girls wanted to be with. Luckily his idea was on the same wavelength as A&E.
  • The OUAT fandom wasn’t something he was prepared for. They are blessed to have the fans that they have and it’s great to be a part of a show that has that. It’s a great validation of the work.
  • He had never heard of shipping and now it’s part of his daily … leprechaun? No, lexicon LOL
  • He was delighted to do the musical episode. The way they integrated it into the mythology of the show. It’s not a one off episode. The music if phenomenal. It was really good fun. Unfortunately he broke his foot when he fell over a chair during a Gene Kelly move running up a chair. He didn’t go to the doctor for 5 more days.
  • It’s a very pirate-y song that he will sing … and he sings on two of the songs.
  • Colin might know some things about a reboot concept … but they are focusing on finishing up the season.
  • Once Upon a Time is a special show and is purely about hope .. unapologetically so and that is an important thing to have.
  • Is the reaction multiplied when he and Jen are together? He’s married to the love of his life so when those lines blur for the fans it gets complicated and he has to step back. He can understand why it gets amplified like that though.
  • He wants a Batman special edition that he saw at his first Comic Con.

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36, 18, 9 with 40s!Bucky pretty please? THANK YOU! (from @mindingmyownbusiness) So glad to see you writing again!

(@mindingmyownbusiness I hope you like itttt and all the 1940s Bucky gifs i used, too.)

You were easily Bucky’s favorite person.. Aside from Steve, anyway. Being that you were Steve’s little sister, it made sense, he thought. You and Steve were only a year and a half apart, so the three of you had always been inseparable. He loved how you always seemed to look on the bright side, and how you always managed to bring a smile to his and your brother’s faces. Bucky knew that you were one of a kind, and he wasn’t going to find another girl like you in his lifetime, but he was always too nervous to make a move. Steve might’ve been little, but he still knew how to throw a punch.

You’d gone out to meet with a boy that you’d been on four dates with already, and although Steve didn’t like the kid, he didn’t stop you from going.. but when you came running in the door, tears streaming down your cheeks and small whimpers escaping your lips, Steve couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “I told you, Y/N. Tommy is bad news.” He said as he stood up from where he and Bucky sat at the dining table, playing cards. “Hang it up, Steve, its over. I don’t want to talk about it.” You managed to mutter as you walked past the two of them and into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

Steve’s face was turning about eight different shades of red, when Bucky set his cards on the table, patting his friends shoulder as he stood up. “I got this, pal. You need to calm down before you blow a fuse.” Bucky said softly, squeezing Steve’s shoulder before releasing him and walking to your bedroom door, knocking lightly. “Doll?”

You managed to whimper out a soft, “Come in.” He smiled to himself when he entered your room and saw you curled up on your bed, clutching the stuffed bear he’d won you at the fair last year. As he got closer, sitting on the side of your bed, he noticed fresh tears pooling in your eyes and instinctively reached forward, catching the small droplets with his thumb. “Oh, sugar, please don’t cry.” He whispered and you forced a small smile. “I know, I know, Buck.. big girls don’t cry.” You replied, using the line Steve had used on you too many times. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he wiped away another tear. “Steve’s a wise guy, alright..” He muttered, and you let out a small giggle in return.

He tried not to let it show, but the sound of your laughter made his heart flutter inside his chest. He wished he could keep you laughing, keep you smiling. “C’mon, doll.. Just tell me, what’s eatin’ you?” He wondered, his hand lingering on your jaw as you fluttered your eyes closed, a light blush forming on your cheeks. “I, uh.. Well.. If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t let Steve slug Tommy, okay..?” You said softly, to which Bucky let out a long breath that neither of you realized he’d been holding in. “Did he put his hands on you? I swear to god, Y/N, if he hurt you, I’ll be the one to slug ‘em.” He spoke, the hand on your cheek caressing your skin even more gently, as if he was afraid even his touch was painful for you.

“No! No, Buck, I… Well.. Tommy made a pass at me at dinner, and I..” You paused, adverting your gaze, your blush deepening. “I-I told him no, and he got mad..” Your voice was getting softer with each word you spoke. “A-and he dumped me.”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment, staring at you, waiting for you to elaborate, and when you didn’t, his mind ran wild. “Did.. What did he do..?” Bucky asked, his voice barely above a whisper. If it was possible for you to get any more embarrassed, you did. “O-oh, Bucky, no! He just.. He tried to kiss me, but, uh, I-I’ve never been kissed, so when it finally happens, I want it to be special, y’know?” You began to ramble, and Bucky was just staring at you, dumbfounded.

“Wait, wait, hold on a second, doll.. What do you mean, ‘never been kissed’?” He asked, cutting off your nonsense. You licked your lips, nodding once. “Exactly that, Buck.. I.. I want it to be with someone special.

You looked back up and met his eyes, noticing something different about them. There was a maturity, a wanting in them that you’d never seen before. It made a shiver run down your spine, which didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky, as he smirked and tugged his lower lip into his mouth.

Would you let me kiss you..? Just once?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper- all while maintaining eye contact with you. Your eyes went wide at his offer and you found yourself at a loss for words. “I..” You tried to speak, but nothing came out. He grinned, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as he smoothed his hair back. “It’s alright, doll.. I know when I’m not wanted.” He said in a light tone, trying not to let you see how stupid he felt. He went to stand from your bed, but you reached out for his hand, pulling him back down, a quiet wait escaping your lips. You sat up slowly, pushing your hair away from your face while he looked down at you, licking his lips. “Yeah, doll?” He whispered, coming close enough now that his forehead was resting against yours. “W-will you kiss me..?” You asked, eyes scanning his for any sign of hesitation.

His eyes sparkled as a large smile grew on his lips, nodding, making his nose brush yours with each movement. “Yes ma’am.” He breathed, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t contain the small gasp that left your mouth when his tongue almost immediately darted out, swiping across your lower lip to beg for permission to mingle with yours. One of his hands moved to your lower back, pulling you closer to him at the same time that your hand found its way to his hair, tugging on the dark strands.

And all too quickly, it was over.

Bucky pulled away, using his thumb to wipe the excess wetness from his lower lip as he smiled with one eyebrow raised. “Ya sure you’ve never been kissed before?” He asked, a small chuckle following the question. You nodded with a small smile, keeping your hand tangled in his hair, wanting to stay close to him. He hummed, rubbing soothing circles on your back with his palm and pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “You know Steve is gonna slug me, right?” He asked, causing you to let out a giggle. “You’re going to tell him?” That honestly surprised you. He nodded, lacing his other hand with yours. “Of course I am. Now that Tommy’s outta the picture, I’m gonna make you my girl.” He replied with a wink, making you blush all over again. “There’s not another dame like you in the world, doll..” He whispered, bringing your hand up to his lips for a tender kiss.

And you’d be wrapped around his finger from that day forward.

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Know what’s wild? When I first got hurt and they started talking about 8 months of no running and surgery and all that stuff my roommate said “well, maybe you’ll be able to develop some new hobbies” and I was SO offended like do you know who I even am do you know how much time I’ve devoted to running do you know what you are saying to me right now?

But guess what…I haven’t run a single step in a month and a half. All I’ve been doing is lifting weights…with 30 minutes of cardio on the elliptical like, once a week…plus maybe going on walks at night…and I feel better than I have in YEARS. Years!!! In almost EVERY way!

The lesson: you don’t have to cling to things (OR PEOPLE) just because they’re familiar or because you’ve invested a lot of time into them. Cut the damn cord, branch out, learn new stuff, embarrass yourself maybe, fail a couple times…that’s life y’all! That’s how you grow as a human. If you want to be different, you have to do something different.

The Truth Comes Out

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 2,352

Summary: The reader’s quiet night at home is interrupted when Dean shows up looking bruised and bloody. 


“Thank god I live alone.” You grumble to yourself, thankful no one’s around to witness your behavior. You’re lazily sitting on your kitchen counter in a ridiculous onesie stuffing your face.

You twist open an Oreo, put a scoop of chocolate ice cream then add whipped cream and chocolate syrup. While singing along to the radio, you smoosh the Oreo back together and shove it into your mouth.

You’re really baffled as to why you’re not married yet. Your boyfriend would be crazy to not lock down all of this sexiness. Realizing it’s almost time for a new episode of Scandal, you make way towards the couch.

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Easter HC’s

Happy Easter my loves!

(If you don’t celebrate Easter then… Happy Sunday!)

((And if you prefer the religious aspect of the holiday then…. um… Amen? IDK IM NOT RELIGIOUS IM SORRY))

I felt that, since we currently aren’t accepting requests, I would write a little HC with some Easter themes for you guys!

Okay enough talking, here you go my dudes <3 ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               -He wanted to do something a little different for Easter

               -Instead of the standard basket full of goodies, he wanted to have some fun! Play around! Go outside for once!

               -“It’s so nice outside… it’d be a shame if we didn’t enjoy it…. if we just sat in here…. doing nothing….” “Yoosung are you okay? Are you sick?”

               -He grabbed two spoons, a bucket with some unfilled water balloons, and your hand, dragging them all outside

               -You helped him fill up a bunch of water balloons, laughing when you realized they had little patterns on them like Easter eggs or little bunny faces

               -He announced the two of you were going to have a spoon and egg race, but with water balloons!  

               -But he gets really competitive? But it’s always really playful, never hurtful!

               -He’s knocked the spoon so the water balloon drops, or he bumps into you on “accident”

               -After his 7th win, he’s laughing at you and gloating that “Shooting Star” is the best Water balloon racer there ever was. He stopped laughing when you hit him in the face with a water balloon

               -The rest of the race turned into a water balloon fight. The both of you ended up completely soaked, running, and giggling like children. Once you were out of water balloons though, you two used the spoons as if they were swords and continued to run around like complete dorks

*ZEN:

               -“BABE WAKE UP I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU” “Zen it’s 6 in the morning this better be important or I’m killing you”

               -He has you get dressed, hands you a piece of paper, and shoves you out of the house?? This early in the morning?? He won’t unlock the door?? YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM

               -The piece of paper had a location on it and a memory he had written down on it- it was the coffee shop the two of you and Jaehee frequent. When you got there, the manager handed you a basket with a single plastic egg in it, and another piece of paper with- surprise- another location and memory associated with it

               -After a while, the scavenger hunt got harder and harder. He’d write down a memory and you’d have to start to figure out where to go next

               -At each place, you found a single plastic egg. Curiosity got the better of you and you opened a few of them

               -Inside were different puzzle pieces? He put together a scavenger hunt for puzzle pieces? What kind of moNSTER

               -The last clue sent you home where he sat at the living room table, waiting for you

               -He helped you put the puzzle pieces together, the pieces revealed the picture you were putting together was your favourite photo of the two of you, with “I love you” scribbled in his handwriting in the corner

               -You absolutely loved it and couldn’t stop smiling at how dramatic and over the top he was with it, but it was still super cute! But there was a puzzle piece missing? You turned to ask him about it and you found him holding up a plastic egg covered in glitter. You opened it to find not only the last piece, which was a picture of a heart, but also a ring.

               -He turned a nice shade of pink but had the brightest smile when he saw your eyes light up. The whole day was amazing, fun, and just absolutely beautiful. You loved all of it, and especially him, there was no way you could say no

*JAEHEE:

               -She woke up that Sunday to find your shared living room covered in hand-made paper decorations, coloured construction paper scattered across the floor, a basket full of goodies she couldn’t quite make out, and you standing in the center of the chaos with a large smile on your face

               -“MC, do you care to explain what all of….this… is?” She asked, side-eyeing the large paper rabbit you’ve hung against the bookshelf

               -“It’s all part of a game! It’s the Bunny Hop game! We pick these coloured cards, and move to that colour, sort of like Candyland!”

               -You gestured over to the basket sitting at the end of the “board”, and gave her the brightest grin you could

               -“Winner gets the basket of goodies!!! Okay okay, come over here!! Hurry, hurry!”

               -She laughed at your enthusiasm and joined you at the start, taking turns moving across the “board” from colour to colour

               -THIS GAME WAS A LOT LARGER THAN SHE ORGINALLY THOUGHT? IT WRAPPED AROUND THE KITCHEN, THE STUDY, EVEN OUTSIDE???? MC HOW EARLY DID YOU WAKE UP TO SET THIS ALL UP?

               -At the end of it all, she finally realized that you had rigged it so she would win. The basket was full of some of her favourite coffee beans, a bunch of caramel chocolates, some rare Zen merchandise, and a gift card for her favourite book store

               -She had no words?? You literally set this game up just for her to win? This is the sweetest thing anyone’s done for her in a long time

               -The two of you shared her chocolates throughout the rest of the day as she’s cuddled against you. As a thank you for the day, she cooks one of your favourite meals for dinner. she also makes you play the bunny hop game a few more times because?? Its cute and fun and she just wants to enjoy it let her have this

*JUMIN:

               -On Easter, you wake up to a basket full of goodies, correct?

               -When you live with Jumin, you wake up to like 5 different baskets

               -There’s even a basket for Elizabeth omg what a cutie

               -EACH BASKET HAS THEMES!!!

               -A few are full of items pertaining to your favourite interests/hobbies, another is dedicated to candies and chocolate, and the largest was by far the one he was most excited about

               -It held a beautiful outfit, dazzling accessories, and even some shoes??

               -He was grinning from ear to ear when you turned to ask him about it and he held out some tickets towards you

               -A play?? This dude’s seriously taking you to a play?? What a NERD but you couldn’t help but get just as excited who’s the nerd now, mc????

               -IT WAS ACTUALLY THE CUTEST LITTLE PLAY ABOUT AN EASTER BUNNY BRINGING GIFTS AND JOY TO CHILDREN AND YOU CAN’T BELIEVE THIS DORK TOOK YOU TO THIS (it wasnt even a play pertaining to the religious aspect of the holiday?? it was a grown man in a bunny suit?? and he loved every minute of it??)

               -When the two of you got home, you gave him his own Easter basket, full of cat-themed accessories, bottles of his favourite wines, and a hand-made coupon book full of tasks and actions he can cash in on (which he laughed at because?? you both knew you’d do any of these if he just asked)

*SAEYOUNG:

               -It was too early in the morning and Saeran was pissed at the both of you

               -He had to hide dozens and dozens of plastic eggs around the house for the both of you to find

               -But Saeyoung was COMPETETIVE AS FUCK

               -He loves you, MC, but he’s gonna find the most eggs. He’s gonna get the most candy. He will reign supreme

               -BUT SAERAN HID THEM REALLY WELL??? THERE WERE A LOT THAT YOU COULDN’T GET TO AND CURSED THE WORLD WHEN SAEYOUNG RAN UP BEHIND YOU AND GOT THEM

               -There was one up like in the door of the attic? You found Saeyoung dangling from the opening

               -“Uuuuh MC, since you’re soo nice and sooo amazing…” “I’m not bringing you the ladder” “MC PLEASE”

               -He actually threw a pity party in the corner of the living room when he lost the Easter egg hunt? “YOU’RE BEING A CHILD, MAN UP, CHOI” “LEAVE ME ALONE MC”

               -At the end of the day though, the two of you sat watching cliché Easter movies and eating the pounds of chocolate the two of you collected

               -It’s not surprising that the two of you ended up in a sugar induced coma, spread out of the couch. Saeran looked at the two of you in disgust as he stole a handful of his brothers candy, so you’d have more than him when the two of you woke up

*V:

               -Why is there a large canvas sitting in your living room whERE IS THE FURNITURE

               -V was standing there in an old t-shirt and shorts, smiling at you proudly, which makes you question just what he has planned

               -The entire room is covered in layers of old sheets, painters paper, and cartons upon cartons of eggs scattered about the floor

               -“MC! Look! We can make art with paint instead of photos this time!” “But V, you have your camera set up right here, it’s set for rapid fire” “No it’s not, ignore that” “IT’S RIGHT HERE” “No it’s not”

               -Once you’ve changed into the appropriate painting attire, you look around for some brushes, and more importantly, some paint

               -You watched as he picked up an egg, smiled at you, and threw it at the canvas. The egg shattered, leaving a large paint splatter across it. That’s when it clicked that the eggs are hollowed out and full of different coloured paint

               -The two of you take turns just throwing different colours, laughing, and shoving each other playfully

               -After a while, throwing the eggs at the canvas turned into throwing them at each other. He even smashed a few full of light blue paint over your head

               -“Look, MC, now you’ve got hair like mine”

               -The fight didn’t end until the both of you were covered head to toe in paint, and he had enough pictures of the two of you playing to make a full scrapbook of its own. You even laid on the ground and made a paint angel, and he drew a little halo above you and everything

*SAERAN:

               -He watched in confusion as you filled a ton of different bowls full of vinegar and food dye

               -You had almost every colour you could think of and he wasn’t sure what you were even going to do with it?

               - After an explanation that, you take hard boiled eggs and set them in the liquid so you can colour and decorate them, he was just left with more questions

               -“Why would you do that? Couldn’t you just eat it? What’s the point?” “Stop asking questions and just dye some eggs”

               -He watched you use a clear crayon to draw some designs on the eggs, dip them in multiple colours, and tried to do the same

               - his first few eggs were literally just black

               -He actually enjoyed drawing little bunny faces on some of them. There were even little egg versions of the two of you!

               -A while later, he realized that the dye sort of…dyes your skin, so he wanted to mess with you

               -He got a paint brush and started to paint little pictures on your arm while you tried to finish dyeing the eggs

               -But it was really relaxing and you couldn’t help but let him do it. By the end of the night, the two of you were not only naked, but you guys were covered in adorable little paintings! He loved them a lot and didn’t want to wash them off in all honesty. Though the two of you reeked of vinegar and Saeyoung had to exaggerate and wear a clothespin on his nose the whole next day

The One

IMAGINE: If you asked Steve about his dream girl, his ‘the one’, he would have never described her, never even would have thought of her…funny how things work out.

[gif is not mine. based on the poem with the same name by lang leav. requests are open. this one shot is the first part to however many poetry inspired one shots i do.]  

warnings: none

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‘I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you are looking for…’

There was something in the way that she walked, she talked or the way she did anything that set him on fire. He’s never met a more infuriating person. A more different person than he was.

“I just don’t get why you’re being so emotional about this,” she rolled her eyes as she watched Steve sigh once again.

“(Y/N)…” Steve looked at the woman in front of him. The thick fashion magazine held in her hand, “Just because it’s not about fashion or tearing someone down does not mean that you shouldn’t care about this.”

She bit her lip, “It’s just Tony.”

“Exactly, he’s going to break her heart,” he explained. “She’s only a kid (Y/N).”

(Y/N) sat down next to him, “Look Rogers, it’s their life and she wants to be with him then let her. Just support her.”

“He’s just going to use her,” Steve spoke quietly.

In an instant (Y/N)’s demeanor change. Long gone was the somewhat caring girl, it was now replaced by her usual stance around him -cold, hard and unfeeling. “You watch your mouth Rogers, because I swear to god if you throw Tony’s past in his face, I will hurt you.” Her grip tightened on the magazine.

Steve turned around and looked into her eyes. There was anger underlying it, fire in her eyes. “She’s like a sister to me. He’s the type of person that can hurt someone.”

(Y/N) stood up sharply, and through gritted teeth she spoke, “And he’s like a brother to me Rogers.” She leaned forward, him leaning as she got closer, “You watch your mouth around me.” (Y/N) moved back and started walking away. “By the way, he’s the type of person that can only hurt someone if they’ve hurt him first, so maybe don’t judge on him when you don’t know all the facts.”

She walked faster to the door, slamming it as hard as she can.


‘… I want to be the one that you didn’t see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you have ever believed in love. Who makes you feel reckless and out of control. The one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to…’

If you told Steve Rogers that one day he’ll wake up with a strange inkling that will soon lead to the discovery that he found (Y/N) attractive and that he actually liked her, he would have probably laughed in your face and politely say that ‘you’re crazy.’


That was the conundrum that he found himself in as he watched her laugh with Bucky and Sam. Of course he still found her annoying and judgemental, and the complete opposite of himself, as well as what he found attractive. But watching her laugh with his two best friends, her head thrown back without any care, her hips jutting out as she told off Sam for doing something stupid. There was just something about her that he couldn’t explain.

“Why do you keep staring at her?” Pietro asked as he stood next to Steve.

Steve turned to Pietro, “I just wanted to know how such a small girl can contain so much evil in her.”

“She’s not that bad,” Pietro started. “She’s only like that whenever she’s around you.”

“She criticizes everything that I do, from the way I walk or my clothes -did you know that she hates me wearing plaid? I apparently have the entire of plaid in my wardrobe.” He paused and looked at her again, “It’s just she’s so different from the women that I’m used to.”

“Why does that have to be a bad thing?”

Steve took a while  to come up with his answer. Opening his mouth to voice out something but every time he did Steve felt that it wasn’t the right thing to say. Finally he came to the conclusion, “It’s not.”

“Don’t you realize that maybe why you hate her is because you like her?” Pietro spoke, tilting his head towards her direction. When Steve didn’t speak, Pietro broke out into a huge grin and chuckled, “Fuck, you’re hell bent crushing on her! That’s why you’re staring at her so much with that stupid-loved up look on your face!” Steve glared at Pietro who wasn’t deterred by the intimidating look on the super soldier.

As Pietro walked away he saw that (Y/N)’s conversations with the boys has finished and started walking over to where he was. He saw her smile at him and he probably thought that she forgot that he was Steve Rogers.

“Rogers,” she greeted. She looked him up and down, “Not wearing plaid I see.”

“What is it with you and the plaid?” He groaned. He honestly couldn’t understand it. Plaid isn’t that bad and he didn’t have that many plaid shirts.

She shrugged, “I have something for you.” She walked past him, knowing that he would follow her even though she didn’t ask him. Her aura commanded him. Steve rolled his eyes. Typical.


When they reached her bedroom, he looked around apprehensively taking in her bedroom. It was nice, it was minimal barely any decorations. He walked to her table where a cork table was placed. He smiled when he saw that it was pictures of her and the Avengers scattered around what he guessed was mementos. “You kept this?” He pointed at the ticket stub in bottom left corner, one that was hidden behind everything.

(Y/N) turned around and saw that he was touching the ticket stub gingerly, “I had a good time.” She remembered the day vividly, it was when everyone was on their mission and she was stuck at the compound because she broke her arm, while Steve was struck with a fever. She was bored and she was stuck babysitting him, so she decided to take him to the MET when he was feeling better. Up until that day she didn’t know that they had anything in common, other than the fact that he was her match when it came to verbal sparring.

He found out that art is one of her biggest passions and that she wanted to become an art historian but certain things happened that led her to follow in her father’s footsteps. Steve remembered thinking that maybe she wasn’t the shallow, vapid girl he thought she was. Like an art piece there was always something meaningful behind everything.

Their days were spent talking about his past and how he felt about the future, watching movies from his time and her being surprised when he quoted Casablanca. He hesitantly revealed to her that it was one of the first movies that he saw when he came out of the ice.

Everything was fine until the others got back and they were back at their old habits again, though this time it felt less personal and more for a show.  


“Aha!” She proclaimed as she opened a drawer and pulled out a neatly wrapped present. It was blue and white, with a red bow on top. “Gotta have that Captain America theme,” she winked at him and passed him the present.

He opened the present slowly, trying carefully not to rip the paper. Once he saw what was wrapped, words got stuck in his throat. “(Y/N)…”

“Don’t start crying on me Rogers,” she warned but there was no malice in her voice.

He pulled the paper away. It was his drawing that he did of everyone, a drawing of a photograph that she and he both proudly displayed in their bedrooms. He thought he lost it when Natasha did her usual random clearing of everything in everyone’s rooms. “This is beautiful.” He stroked the frame, it was gold and one of those smaller frames that held priceless arts in the museums. “Thank you so much.”

She shrugged, thinking nothing of it. “Guess my barging into people’s rooms is a good thing.” She walked over to him, her heart filling with warmth as he gazed and touched the picture frame. “At least your abnormally large hands can create something good.”


As Steve left her room, he found himself in another conundrum. How did he get into this situation? How did he manage to find a person that was the complete opposite of him, the untraditional girl who set his soul on fire. The girl who he disliked with so much passion, the one who constantly bickered with him, manage to make him feel like he’s never felt before?


‘… I don’t want to be the one who tucks you into bed -I want to be the reason why you can’t sleep at night.’

When Steve was a young child he knew what love meant. It meant being there for the person that you cared for. It was easy. It was safe. There were no fights, if there was there was it would just be little bickers. Steve would come home, greet his wife and children and they would live happily ever after. He dreamt for that life, he yearned for it, even after he came out of the ice.

Then she came into his life and turned everything upside down. She was a constant thorn in his side that manage to somehow, overtime, turn into one of the most beautiful flowers he has ever seen. Maybe she wasn’t a thorn after all, maybe she was just a particularly prickly bud that he judged based on appearance, but after he got a closer look, after it took time, she turned into something else.


“Weren’t we supposed to have this massive epiphany that you liked me? Or you know someone makes this giant I like you speech and this is why I like you?” (Y/N) spoke as she chopped the carrot.

Steve shrugged, “You don’t like grand gestures.”

(Y/N) turned to face him, hand clutching the knife, “Excuse me! I do too like grand gestures, as long as they don’t embarrass me,” she started listing of things and Steve found himself looking at her. Really looking at her. The only time that he paid attention was when she pinched him. “Are you even paying attention?”

“Careful with that knife (Y/N),” he plucked it out of her hands and she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t have a great epiphany because the feeling was always there so I just woke up one day and went ‘oh, I like her’,” he finished his speech with a casual shrug.

He went back to chopping the onions, his peripheral vision allowed him to see that she was still in the same position. She picked up the knife and started chopping the carrots. “You’re such a sap.” Steve smiled as she said those words, it was her basically saying that she liked him as well.


“I don’t get why we can’t have steak (Y/N)!” Pietro yelled as he picked his food with his fork. “There are proteins that we need.”

“Because Tony decided that he wants to try vegetarianism,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “So we have to cater for the almighty Iron Man.” She threw a bean at him which he caught and smiled at her.

Steve sat next to her watching as she kept making faces at Tony, and not at all enjoying her food. He made a mental note to take her to Taco Bell after dinner. Maybe it was that moment that made him know that he really, truly, deeply in love with her. With her hair cascading down her face, and she made an aggravated noise when it fell in front of her face. Or maybe it was the way that she got along with other people, or maybe. There were too many maybe’s what he did know was that he wanted to say it out loud for everyone to know.

“Excuse me,” he spoke loudly as he stood up. “I just wanted to let everyone to know that I love (Y/N).” Steve could feel the glare from (Y/N), and the amused stares from the others. “I love her because she secretly loves me in plaid, she said so. The fact that she cries whenever that giraffe ad comes on, I love her-,” he didn’t get to finish as (Y/N) yelled at him. ‘

“STEVE GRANT ROGERS!” (Y/N) stood up, her face red due to embarrassment, but she couldn’t help but feel giddy and light inside.

“I also love her when she screams out my name just like that,” he winked at everyone and made a mad dash to the door.

“ROGERS!” With an ungraceful stand she began running after him, but not before flipping off everyone in the room, causing them to laugh louder.

She finally caught up to him, took her shoe off and hit him, “Did you just throw your shoe at me?” Steve turned around amused.

“I cannot believe you did that!”

“You said you loved grand gestures,” he teased as he picked up the shoe and started walking towards her.

“I specifically said that I hated grand gestures.”

He shrugged and wrapped his arms around her, “But I love you so I should get a pass for that.”

“The only people that get a pass for embarrassing me are the people that I love,” she smirked at him, hoping that he got what she was saying. She watched as he fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

“You love me,” she scowled at the shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’re an idiot.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “But maybe I somewhat love you.” (Y/N) pressed her lips against his. Steve tightened his arms around her and smiled into the kiss.

“Guys, oh my god! Gross!” Sam yelled as he walked into the room and saw the couple heavily making out. Sam made a face and began gagging. “Get a room!” He made a disgusted noise and yelled at them once more and left the room.

Knuckleheads

Pairing: ReaderXReid

Prompt: You’re an FBI agent and you have to work with the BAU which seems to be fine until you have to prove yourself to Reid that you aren’t the “typical” FBI agent.

DISCLAIMER: I used to write on a shared multi-fandom imagines blog and I wrote several Criminal Minds imagines that I wanted to bring onto my own Criminal Minds blog. This imagine is my own and it was written by me even though it was first posted to a different blog. I hope you enjoy :)


“Why are we working with the FBI? They’re just a bunch of pencil pushers and knuckleheads.” Reid groaned from his seat at his desk in the BAU office.

“Woah, someone has something against the big guys.” Morgan chuckled, surprised to hear those types of words coming from Reid’s mouth. The boy was like a walking dictionary, rarely was his vocabulary minimized to ‘knuckleheads’.

“The big guys are asses who believe that because they have the badge and gun they can do anything they want.” Reid spat once again.

“Did you have some childhood bully who became an FBI agent or something?” Penelope asked, showing concern for Reid’s obvious disdain for FBI agents.

“No, I just don’t like them.” he huffed. Suddenly the elevator doors slid open and out walked you and your partner. You both made your way down the steps and into the office area in silence, only cracking a small smile when you first shook the hand of Derek Morgan.

Originally posted by thebloodyfox

“I’m agent (Y/L/N) and this is my partner agent Lansling.” you introduced.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Derek Morgan, that right there is Miss. Penelope Garcia, and the one at his desk with the pouting face is Dr. Spencer Reid.” Morgan introduced, pointing to each person as he said their name.

“Nice to meet you all, we both look forward to working with you.” your partner smiled. You however wasn’t paying any attention to what your partner was saying, your eyes were locked onto the ‘pouting face’ of Dr. Spencer Reid, a name you had heard before but never known the face of. When you had heard of him you expected an older person, but he seemed to be around your age.

“Is something wrong with him?” you asked after a moment of everyone standing in silence. Morgan turned and looked at who you were looking at before chuckling.

“No, he just doesn’t like the big guns much, thinks you are all knuckleheads.” Morgan explained. You had heard it all before. People thought that FBI hid behind their guns and that they were all just the meat heads that the government sent out when they needed some criminal to be brought in dead or alive. But you were different, and now you were determined to prove that you were.

“Ask me a question.” you spoke up, walking over to Reid’s desk after a moment of thinking to yourself.

“What?” Reid asked, confused by your demand.

“I love when she does this.” you heard your partner chuckle from behind you.

“Come on boy genius, ask me anything, sports, science, math, history, art, anything you want.” you said, crossing your arms and looking at Reid with a small smile on your face.

“Who won the Super Bowl in 1994?” you heard Derek ask from behind you.

“Dallas Cowboys won 30 to 13 against the Buffalo Bills. MVP was Emmitt Smith, the running back.” you said, turning slightly so you could see Morgan’s eyebrows raise.

“How many people are put to death only to be proven innocent after their execution?” Reid asked. To him sports were something that anyone could remember if they wanted to, some would even say it was fun to remember who won what. So he decided to ask you a harder question than what Derek had come up with.

“4% in the U.S.” you responded quickly. You saw his eyebrows raise and you had known that you had proved him wrong. “Am I still a knucklehead?” you questioned. You watched Reid’s jaw clench and release as he looked you up and down.

“No.” he responded blankly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of being dumbfounded. But you knew what your intellectual level did to him. It wasn’t simply impressive in his mind, it was attractive.

SNL - Harry Styles Imagine

When you’d heard that Harry Styles was going to be on your show, it was all you could do not to scream out loud. You’d been a One Direction fan for years. Now days, however, you were less vocal about it.

You were young, and fond of comedy and writing, so being a comedy writer for SNL seemed perfect for you. You’d only been here for a little longer than four months, but you’d already become a favorite of the cast for your skits. You were by far one of the youngest writers on set.

When Lorne came to you and asked you to write the new “Celebrity Family Feud” episode you were considerably excited. Not only would you get to write an episode of one of your favorite parody skits, but you got to write a part for Harry Styles. It would be an under statement to say that you were excited.

“Wow, you look very nice today,” your coworker Kate McKinnon said with raised eyebrows.

“Thanks,” you said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Any particular reason?” She asked, nudging you. She was one of your best friends on set so you thought you could trust her with your secret.

“Well, to be honest, I’m a big One Direction fan, I’m excited to see Harry,” You admitted sheepishly.

“Oh really,” Kate said mischievously. “Well he’s here I think.”

“He is!” You said nervously, you hadn’t been able to prepare yourself.

“Yeah, I’ll introduce you,” she was grinning with glee.

“Kate!” You tried to stop her.

“Hey Harry!” Kate called, and seemingly out of no where Harry Edward Styles began to saunter towards her. When Harry reached you, Kate had the grin of the Cheshire Cat.

“This is y/n, she’s a huge fan,” Kate said and simply walked off, leaving you alone with Harry. You felt your stomach lurch with nervousness.

“Hello y/n,” Harry said in his deep sultry voice.

“Hi,” you said, making sure you smiled, and didn’t look like a dying fish or something.

“I really like Sign of the Times,” you blurted. “I mean it’s just amazing, it really speaks to me about the state of the world. It’s so powerful and beautiful, and different from anything anyone else is doing, I just I wanted to let you know….I really like it…” you tapered off, feeling awkward all at once.

“Thanks,” Harry said, and he was genuinely smiling with gratefulness. “I was worried it wouldn’t work without the rest of the boy.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the boys, but this song is just monumental!” You said smiling.

“Wow, that’s really kind of you,” Harry smiled. Soon you were talking like you’d been old friends forever. It was wonderful, you couldn’t imagine a nicer person to talk with. He’s was so real, so genuine, there was nothing fake or showy about him.

Eventually, of course, everyone had to get to rehearsal, and you enjoyed watching Harry in the skit you’d written. As he was practicing, he turned to you, and winked. However, this action was not unnoticed by one cast member.

“Harry, stop flirting with Y/N!” Jimmy called jovially, and Harry blushed. You began to blush as well, but felt your heart swell happily. “You can use your Styles charm on her later,” Jimmy laughed.

In a little bit it was time for Harry to practice his song. You stood there in awe, as Harry’s powerful, ground breaking voice rang out. The words seemed to vibrate your heart.

When he finished, everyone applauded. You were so proud of Harry that you began to tear up a bit. You’d been there for his Xfactor days, and for the first album, through all the tours, and to know he’d gotten so far made you so happy.

As Harry sauntered over to you, you wiped your eyes quickly to hide your emotions. However, as he walked closer, seeing him made you well up all over again. Without thinking you threw your arms around him, hugging him tight.

“That was awesome,” you spoke into his shoulder.

“Thanks,” he mumbled back, seeming to be thankful for the hug. He was shaking a bit, he must’ve been nervous. You let him go, and stepped back, embarrassed at your outburst. However, when you looked up his eyes were sparkling, and he was looking at you gently.

“So you wanna get some coffee after this?” He asked abruptly.

You had to hold yourself back from saying, “who me?!” You were amazed to see your dreams coming true before your eyes.

“Yes definitely!” You exclaimed. “Here’s my number, just in case I’m doing something when you finish rehearsal,” you said excitedly, scrawling your number on a piece of paper.

“Awesome, thank you,” Harry said grinning at the paper you handed him.

“Y/n!” one of the other writers was calling you.

“I guess I have to go,” you said drearily.

“Alright, well I’ll see you later,” Harry winked and you smiled brightly at him before running off.

anonymous asked:

How do you like keeping arboreals as opposed to ground living snakes? Is it a lot harder?

I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily harder; it just has its own set of challenges. Arboreal snakes tend to have different issues come up regarding husbandry and enrichment–for example, when I rescued my Amazon tree boa, the guy who abandoned her said she would never perch and that’s why he didn’t want her (along with the horrible mite infestation she came with).

It turned out she just didn’t like the perches he was providing her and once I gave her something that allowed her more points of contact, she started perching during the day a lot more. Animals seldom do things for no reason and part of being a good keeper is trying to troubleshoot these problems from the animal’s perspective.

Arboreal snakes also tend to behave a little differently in regards to handling. In my experience they tend to be more alert and high strung (this doesn’t necessarily mean aggressive, it might just mean you need to pay more attention to where your fingers are moving around when you handle them to avoid startling them). Treating mites on arboreals can be a bigger ordeal since I’ve found that they’re more susceptible to getting stressed by the bathing process.

I practice what I call “husbandry handling” with my ATB because she’s a slightly nervous animal who prefers not to be handled often–however, I need to be able to do it with as little fuss and stress as possible in case she ever got sick or injured and needed hands-on medical treatment. This basically means I take her out on a regular basis and practice touching gently all over her body in the ways I might need to in order to provide medical assistance, but try to make it as stress-free and short as possible. She prefers to be a hands-off pet, and that’s fine! She’s still pretty chill for an ATB and I’m grateful she’s tolerant of husbandry handling.

Holly, on the other hand, is very laid back and doesn’t mind being handled. I’ve met CBB chondros that were much more nervous and didn’t like handling at all, so this seems to be a matter of individual temperament. She had an infected tooth last year from hitting the tongs and I was able to get in her mouth to treat it with relatively little fuss and stress for her.

This got a lot longer than I meant it to, so I guess the TL;DR version is that keeping arboreals is definitely different, but not necessarily harder if you have the experience and resources to do it properly. I’ve only kept chondros and Amazon tree boas though as far as arboreals go so that’s about all I can speak for.

anonymous asked:

Hey can I make a request? Could you do something like pre-incident Zarc getting his injuries treated by Ray?

Zarc could fall from 6 different platforms and still duel (which frustrated Ray to no end) but would be a complete baby when it came to alcohol swabs

anonymous asked:

It's Christmas Eve and Regina wants to take cute family photos in matching onesies but Emma and Henry aren't too happy about it

Thanks for the prompt :) 

“Urgh this is so embarrassing,” Henry grumbles as he looks down at his reindeer onesie.

Emma smiles in sympathy, “I know kid but it makes your mother happy.” 

“Are you really on board with this?” Henry asks. 

“On board with what?” Regina asks as she walks into the living room armed with a camera. 

“Nothing,” Emma deflects hastily. 

“The photo,” Henry replies, “Couldn’t we have just done a normal photo…you know cheesy sweaters or something?” 

“What’s wrong with the reindeer onesies? I thought…” Regina trails off before sighing, “Nevermind…we can take a different photo.” 

Emma frowns seeing the shift in Regina’s demeanour. She walks up to her girlfriend placing her hands on the brunette’s shoulders, “Why did you want to do the reindeer picture?” 

Regina sighs once more before looking to Emma, “It’s our first Christmas…all three of us together and…for Henry’s first Christmas I took a photo of us both in reindeer costumes - he wouldn’t wear his if I didn’t wear mine. It’s one of my favourite photos…and now you’re here, I wanted to recreate the photo - a family tradition.” 

Emma smiles softly at her, recognising the thought and heart behind the photo idea. She turns to Henry, “Kid, you’re a reindeer.”

“Ma…”

“Tradition Henry….don’t worry you can be Rudolph.” 

“Emma, we don’t have to…”

Emma interrupts her turning to kiss her tenderly before replying, “I want to, we’re the Swan-Mills Family reindeer.” 

EXO Reacting to Seeing your Self-Harm Scars

Here’s another reaction! Trigger Warning because of the self harm.

Enjoy!!

~Rugi


Xiumin: He wouldn’t be able to keep up his happy front or cover his disappointment with humor. He would listen to your explanation, but would often interrupt with questions so he could understand. He would calm down after talking to you about it, but he would constantly worry about you relapsing and hurting yourself again.

“But…why? What was so bad that you thought you had to do this?”

Luhan: He would be confused about what he should do. He would want to cry, but would want to be strong for you. He would make sure that he listened carefully to you and he would want to make sure that you knew you were loved and that you shouldn’t forget that. He would beg you to never do it again. 

“I don’t want you to do that ever again. I love you more than you know and you have a lot of people who care. Please don’t…”

Kris: He would be silent and would just hug you and show you affection. He wouldn’t ask questions or make you tell him anything. He would act as your rock and would hold you until it was almost awkward. He would make sure to be extra affectionate after finding out and he would take it upon himself to make sure you would feel so loved that you would never do that again.

“…”

Suho: He would be shocked and hurt that you would do this. He would hug you and use the hug as his way of protecting you and assuring you that you never need to do that again. He would spend the next few days making sure you feel overly loved and would always remember seeing the scars.

“I’m here. You don’t ned to do that anymore…I’m here…”

Lay: He would immediately cry and would be confused. The you he knows wouldn’t do something like that and that hidden part of your life would shock him and it would take him time to process what was going on. He would do whatever he could once he processed everything and would always make sure to be there for you.

“I want to help…what caused you to do this?”

Baekhyun: He would just stare and say nothing before reaching forward and kissing your forehead lovingly. He would try to avoid looking at the scars and would do his best to not treat you any differently. He would look into your eyes and kiss you again to show his support to you before telling you how much he loves you.

“Jagiya…I love you.”

Chen: He would keep his eyes on the scars as he processed what he was seeing. He would listen to your explanation and process silently and wait until you were done to ask any questions. He would still think that he was partly to blame for the scars and he would be upset at himself for not noticing them sooner.

“I just want to know why…”

Chanyeol: His happy attitude would disappear and he would turn to anger and disappointment. He would demand (not ask) for an explanation and he would have a hard time understanding exactly why you did it even though you’d say it  a thousand times. His acceptance of this would take time and he might have a bit of a cold shoulder because of it for a while.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT??”

Kyungsoo: He would be disappointed but thoughtful about it. He would make sure that it wouldn’t happen again and that you know that he’s here for you. He would keep up a strong front in front of you, but would break down when he was alone. It would hurt him that you had done that and it would take him time to recover.

“I just want you safe jagi…”

Tao: He would be upset that you were at one point so sad that you turned to self harm to make you feel better. He would make sure to help you embrace your scars (or he would buy you the most bomb ass bracelets and jewelry to help you cover them). He would be upset, but he would be supportive and wouldn’t think any differently of you or treat you differently. 

“I love you mêilí. How can we make you rock these scars?”

Kai: He would try to hide his pain, but would kind of fail. He would be upset that you had been hurting so bad that you saw self harm as your only option. He would show you tons of affection as soon as he calmed down and he would want to know what was so bad that you turned to that, but he wouldn’t push you or pry into it. He’d let you tell him in time.

“I want to know why…but tell me when you’re ready.”

Sehun: He would be upset and kind of mad, but he would soften up pretty quickly when he realized that you were upset about the scars too. He would sit there and stroke your skin as he listened to your explanation and he would do his best to not be judgey or rude as you explained everything. 

“I don’t understand…but…I want to…”

Professor Evans (3/?)

Summary: Y/N starts assisting Chris but she gets nervous, not knowing if she would be a good assistant or not. 

Pairings: Professor!Chris Evans x Student!Reader 

Word Count: 1,194

Warnings: Not one thing this very fluffy, to the point they even match their clothing 

A/N: Ok this isn’t too exciting but I promise it will get exciting, the next chapter is going to be very interesting. I might give you guys a sneak peek! Thanks for reading, feedback is very much appreciated. 

Part 1 - Part 2


Y/N’s mornings were usually known as crazy. She would be running around trying to get all of her things in order, swearing at her printer that was taking its slow sweet time. But this Monday morning was hectic, it was her first day as Chris’s assistant and she had woken up late and had “nothing” to wear. Well, nothing that could make her look sophisticated but not too much to where she didn’t look her age. Y/N didn’t know why she was stressing, Chris probably didn’t care about what she wore, but he was the one guy that every person, including the other professors, had their eyes on.There was a reason to look decent, so she grabbed her blue jeans, a white shirt, and her long black cardigan and raced to actually start the getting ready process.

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Issues- Part Seven

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning

Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  


Word count- 2,392

Please read previous parts-HERE

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Part Seven

So turns out I would of been better having anyone but Joey show me around. I couldn’t call him fat Joey. It just seemed fucking rude.

If he wasn’t shoving any kind of food he could get his hands on into his mouth he was pretty much falling asleep standing up. To be honest I was pretty shocked the Negan let him get away with it. He must trust him.

Pretty much everyone else worked their arses off. You’d be a fool not to see it.

I wish Negan would let me contribute.

Work here.

Do something useful.

The fact that he said he would think about it was something but I wasn’t stupid enough to think he would say yes. Lower those expectations.

Having enough of my time with Joey I suggested we should head back. Apparently this was ‘a great idea cause man I’m tired’…. Yeah.

A sound I had not heard for years caught me of guard. Heels?

Confused I looked up as a tall, skinny brunette in a tight black dress came around the corner. Woah.

Why would she be… and then it hit me she was one of Negans wives. Wasn’t she?

He made them dress up like that? Fucking hell.

The expression on her face was a mix of nervousness and basic bitch face.

You know like those girls in school that walk the halls thinking they are better than everyone else when in fact they’re just scared that one day they will fall to the bottom from this imaginary pedestal they had placed themselves on.

Totally not bitter that you were a bit of a loner in high school.

Well being a sheriffs daughter will do that to a reputation plus everything with Mum. No one wanted anything to do with me really then. Fuck.

Joey eyed me as we took the corner the brunette had come from. 

Why did he make them wear that? 

Is that what he was into?

I couldn’t wear that. Not now. I mean its the fucking apocalypse!

“What’s your deal anyway” Joeys voice made me jump a little bit as I had been in my own head a little too much thinking about him.

“Sorry?” I asked confused.

“With Negan” Where would I even start with that?

“What do you mean?”

“Its weird” he said as he pulled a mint from his shirt pocket, blew on it and popped it in his mouth. How long had that even been there? Gross

“Right cause your not one of them” he gestured to the girl who passed. So I was right then, she was one of his wives “and you get extra benefits, just like the boss himself which is not the norm around here, like ever” he awkwardly laughed.

“I don’t know how to answer that” I told him “Maybe you should ask Negan” I’d love to a fly on the wall for that conversation for sure.

He choked on his mint as he laughed “Fuck off I would rather keep my head intact” thank god he recovered because the thought of having to perform cpr was not something I wanted to be doing.

“He treats you differently” He said once he finally recovered “did you know him before?”

“The zombies?”

“Yeah” he nodded his head.

“No I first met him like a week ago? Something like that” feels like months.

Wow

I couldn’t help but agree.

How had so much happened in only that amount of time? Its the apocalypse life changes in a split second.

We crossed the cafeteria in silence as people around us shouted and ate. Was this room always so loud?

I could feel everyones eyes on me again but it didn’t feel as bad as yesterday. 

Maybe I was getting used to it? 

Did I want too? 

Not really, I’d rather they just stopped. That would be nice.

“They talk about you” he finally spoke as the door flung shut behind us, shutting out the sounds of the cafeteria.

“The wives?”

“Yeah”

“Oh” Why?

“Since you got here, actually maybe a few days before that he hasn’t seen them, thats pretty unusual” he was looking out of the corner of his eyes at me as I processed the information “Normally a couple of times a day. At least” god.

“So they hate me?” I felt a little panicked. Should I be worried they were going to come after me because he wasn’t paying them the attention like he apparently normally did?

“Fuck no, I mean maybe one who’s a bit of a nutcase when it comes to Negan, Like one time she actually had a meltdown cause she didn’t think he thought she was as sexy as the others, but the others have been relieved I think”

Why would they be relieved? So they didn’t want to be his wives? I don’t understand.

“I’ve never known him spend all night with them, I mean I guess it might of happened but I normally stay outside of his room all night, until recently”

“And now your watching my door?” I guess now I get why he’s so tired. Poor guy. Now I felt kind of bad for thinking he was lazy when in reality he has been up all night. Damn.

“Yep” he bit down on the mint. God he is going to break his teeth. And now I sound like a Mum. Fuck. I wonder if Negan had a dentist here? He had enough people the chances were high I guess.

“Does he come in my room every night?” I knew he did but it would be nice if someone confirmed it without me having to ask him.

“Yep, normally for like an hour or so, apart from last night” he gave me a knowing look. He probably thought you’d had sex with him. I mean if we hadn’t been interrupted it probably, defiantly, would of happened. God I wish it had.

“I’m not going to be one of them” I told him. Because I wasn’t, right? Right.

Truth be told the entire time we have been walking around the compound that man, with his sexy fucking lop-sided smile has been playing on a loop in my head.

Joey opened a door that lead us back outside. The only thing out here was five motorbikes parked to the side. 

The air smelt like the dead. Likely from the live security wall or whatever it was called.

“Oh damn it” Joey muttered and bent down to tie his loose shoe lace that had come untied when a commotion at a door over the court yard took me by surprise.

Daryl?

Oh my god.

What is he doing?

Y/n” he said looking at me shocked. What is he doing? Oh my god has he escaped? Fuck Negan is going to kill him

“What the fuck Daryl?” I stepped backward “What are you doing here?”

“Errrrrrrr” Joey slowly stoop up looking between the two of us. What was he going to do?

Before anyone could say another word Daryl stormed over and with a metal pipe, I hadn’t even realised he had been holding.Raising his fist he went to smack Joey on the head.

“No!” I jumped in front of him, almost a second too late. The bar smashed the side of my face as Daryl tried to stop his arm moving once he realised I was now in the firing line of it.

My face instantly began to throb. Fuck me.

“Oh fuck Daryl!” That was going to leave one hell of a bruise!

“Im sorry, I’m sorry” he tried to touch me but I backed away from him.

“What are you doing? You need to back to your room before Negan knows you’re out” I touched my face and saw blood on my hand. Oh fucking hell.

“What?” He looked at me confused “Didn’t you put this under my door?” He gave me a piece of paper and a key.

“No, I’ve been with him all morning” I pointed at Joey who was just starring wide eyed. Who had given him that?

Daryl you need to get back to…”

“What happened to you y/n?” Jesus’s voice made me jump. Fucking hell.

“What are you doing here?”  Had he let Daryl out? How would he of gotten the key?

Holy shit.

Daryl looked at me with that same shocked expression.

“Come on” he tried to grab my hand “We gotta be quick”

“No, I can’t” I shook my head. He had saved my life before but this time I had chosen to be here. The only thing I could do was cover for him. Can you? Fuck!  “You have to go Daryl”

“Y/n” he begged. His voice almost made me cave and go but how could I leave here. How could I leave Negan?

“Daryl please let me be” I shook his hand off my arm.

“Why are you even here y/n?” He asked with a small amount of anger.

Daryl” Jesus spoke obviously wanting to get out of here as soon as he could “We have to go”

“Y/n”

“Just go back to your room Daryl” Please.

What do I do? 

I didn’t want someone to think I had let him out. I am pretty sure that was a mighty big no no in Negans rules. 

“We can go home” But this is my home now?

“Go back to your room Daryl, don’t make me say it again, please

“I’d listen to my girl, she’s real fucking smart”

At that all of us turned around to see Negan standing with Lucille over his shoulder. I stopped breathing.

Men began pouring out from the door behind him.

Well this isn’t going to be good. Is it?

“Your girl?” Jesus bravely repeated. Fuck.

I couldn’t look at either of them.

The piece of paper and key Daryl gave me I quickly shoved into my jeans. 

Hoping that Negan hadn’t heard that part of the conversation. Who had given that too him?

“Joey, take y/n to her room” his eyes were on Daryl, like a laser. Not moving. He looked so angry and it scared me.

“Negan..” I needed him to be calmer.

“Don’t make me say it again y/n” he faced me, finally seeing what had happened to my face.

“Did you do that?” He looked at Daryl who suddenly went silent and looked like he was shaking “Damn baby

I noticed that his men had cornered Jesus and Daryl into the court yard now. There was no way of them escaping.

“Neg..”

“Joey take her to see Doctor Carson”

Joey pulled me back wards by my shirt as Negan stepped towards my friends, ex-friends. God I don’t even know anymore. I guess now I’m technically the enemy.

Please Negan” he turned to look at me again. Anger was pouring off him and in a wrong, wrong way it was kind of turning me on. Now is not the time for that y/n.

“Go baby, you need to get that looked at you” he came close to me again, running his ungloved finger down my jaw “You might need stitches” and then he bent his head and knew what he was going to do the moment before he did it. He pressed his lips against mine softly.

In front of his men. 

In front of Daryl and Jesus. God what were they going to think of me now? 

“I’ll see you tonight y/n, go

I knew it was pointless saying anything else. 

Dropping my head I let Joey lead me over to the door Daryl had come through.

Negans voice was booming in pure anger. As the door slammed shut behind me I sagged to the floor as voices started shouting.

“Y/n” Joey said but I wasn’t moving.

I heard it.

That sound was unmistakable.

He just hit someone with his bat.

Someone just died.

—————

That night when he came to my room I pretended to be asleep.

“Y/n I know you’re awake” My face was throbbing but I tried not to move. 

Negan was right I ended up having to have three stitches in my face and good god was it fucking hurting right now.

Maybe If I just stay silent he will go away and leave me alone.

“Y/n” his hand nudged my shoulder.

“Go away” I mumbled covering my head with the bed sheet.

“Ex-fucking-cuse you” he sounded offended.

“I’m not talking to you right now” I sounded like a grumpy teenager again.

Him laughing at what I had said made me angry.

Suddenly sitting up I bit out “And whats so fucking funny Negan?”

“Watch how you speak to me” he said with authority.

Staying silent I just stared at him in the dark.

“And why exactly are you not talking to me

I was silent for a minute “You killed him”

Daryl?”

Crossing my arms over my chest I could feel tears begin to form in my eyes. You will not cry. Not in front of him. Please don’t cry.

“He’s not dead” he said taking off his black leather jacket “Your precious friend Daryl”

He’s alive? My heart began to race.

“Don’t lie to me”

“I swear on my fucking life doll”

“But I heard….” Oh god was it Jesus?

“You heard what?”

“The bat hit….”

“A walker came in following that Jesus guy who broke in, idiot left a hole in the fence and they just walked on in like they owned the fucking place” He did what?

“What did you do to them then?” God I hope Daryl is ok.

“I’m not going to lie to yah sweetheart I roughed him up a bit, my men roughed him up a bit but he will live” oh thank god. I swallowed and shut my eyes.

“And Jesus?”

“Is on his way back to the hilltop” He let him go?

“You just let him go?”

“No”

“So he got roughed up too?”

“Can I stay?” He asked ignoring my question. I’ll take that as a yes.

Nodding my head I moved the blankets over for him to join me.

This time he removed his boots along with his jeans before getting into bed.

Wrapping his arm around me he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.

“I didn’t kill him for you”

And just like that my heart fluttered.

—————–

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Bloomtale - Chapter 14 - Kaitogirl - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
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Chapter 14 is up!!! And today, March 20, is supposed to be Athela’s birthday!! I will soon draw something, I promise ;v;


For those who can’t access AO3 or just don’t want to do it, the chapter is pasted under this sexy cut!!!

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anonymous asked:

right now i have a very simplistic style and they look very...flat. what methods have you used to reach the style you have today?

oh style is not the right word to use here… hmm… bc artist’s “style” is something that should be unique so i cant help you to teach you do my style, but i guess i can tell you what helped me to step a little farther from flat to… not so flat?

well first of all for past 3 years I was studding some animation principles such as rhythm, squash&stretch, overlaps, straight vs curve, etc(tbh i saw a lot of tutorials about this here on tumblr and even from few different artists so if you want to know about this more you can search for it and i think you will find it - no big deal)

second thing that helped me a lot is life sketches lessons - where you can sit and draw naked ppl who take different poses in different amount of time(i think you can find something like that in city where you live, and if not you can draw from youtube videos that made specially for this like this one )

life sketches helps me to analyze the volume of body, how does it fit in perspective, how body works and in the end i just start to remember how some of poses look like XD

(sketches help me to train myself but to be honest 70% of what i drew there are trashy and so bad haha)

also one thing that i want to say about style and being “unique” that I always steal something from others - from ppl, from movies or illustrations. I just try to notice what exactly I like in someone’s style and then try to do it too? like:

these are just details but than more of different details you will try to hit at once than more “unique” and NOT stolen it will look like(especially if you also will add something from your own heart of course), so noone will blame you that you are thief? I GUESS??? I HOPE??????

(idk it still looks flat and lame ups)

P.S. - if you are one of these artists that i definitely stole something from, i really hope you are not mad… and im sorry! i know you are watching me and i feel so bad tbh oh no <X’’’’’D aaaa….


so good luck you anon with YOUR artstyle and conquering the volume in your drawings!!!

anonymous asked:

beronica? anything you want

at first, betty doesn’t even realize it’s happening. the first time it halfway made sense. veronica kissed her then-crush and tried to make amends with cupcakes, an obnoxious amount of flowers, and a spa trip she didn’t even let veronica go on.

but she looks between the gift veronica set on the counter - the third this month that’s seemingly unprovoked and going just a hair past wonderful girlfriend - and finds veronica taps at her collarbone where her pearls used to rest. she won’t meet her eyes.

veronica texted her earlier more details about the case with her father and betty helped talk her through it. no more than two hours later and here she is with a guilty smile and a gift betty didn’t need. 

betty fumes when she realizes hiram’s the cause of this.

“veronica… is this because-”

“he gave me pearls,” veronica interrupts, her eyes still trained elsewhere. “i just wanted to do something nice for you, too.”

betty takes a hard look at veronica. she’s heel-less in the comfort of betty’s home and it makes their height different more dramatic than usual. it makes betty’s heart because she just looks so small.

betty frowns and opens her arms to veronica. “hey, come here.” 

veronica looks up once before she closes the distance between them and sinks into betty’s embrace. betty starts rubbing her back the way she knows calms veronica down and presses a kiss into her hair. “you don’t have to get me anything, veronica.” ronnie goes to interject but betty beats her to it. “no, i love you, not your money. okay?”

veronica lets out a heavy sigh and nuzzles into betty a little further. “yeah, okay. i love you too.”

I can’t even think about Harry writing this song and feeling so connected to it and it being his favourite and then deciding to release it despite it being so different from anything else on the radio right now and it being slower and it being about something that’s so deep and personal and then to just say fuck it I want THIS song to say who I am and just risking it…..how he just did it because it’s authentically him idk man I’m so fucked up right now…I just want all the good things for him forever u know & I love this song I want everyone to hear it and close their eyes and get lost in it because it’s beautiful

Hoe tip: Preparing for prom (or any important event)

So it’s May right now, and that means that it’s officially prom and wedding season! My prom is about a month away, and that’s what inspired me to make this post. I’m going to outline everything that you may want to do to prepare for your prom from about a month out. Enjoy!

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