i know the first five only show up


if you post art or writing on tumblr and are trying to get it seen don’t swear in the tags

tumblr will usually automatically flag the post as adult so that it won’t show up in filtered tags/searches and now with tumblr’s new nonfunctional “"safe mode”“ it’ll hide the post completely

i don’t know yet if swearing in the caption has the same effect but don’t swear in the tags

also and i’m not completely sure about this one but it seems like tumblr flags posts with too many tags because they look like spam; remember that only the first five tags actually make a post appear in that tag so limit it to that and whatever personal tags you need

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Compiling all the answers for the phone call questions under the cut! If you’ve been doing another boy, feel free to send me an ask and I’ll add it to the list!

Adding my own ones first from the outfits I have, then tacking on extras at the bottom. There are a lot of questions! 

Thanks to @as-sweetas-honey for the bits I missed!

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i made a tag yourself with pulp members im sorry the text is so small and that i typed so many Words (it’s probably a better thing, if u cant read it). this is maybe the least relatable thing i have ever posted

slytherin!wonwoo x ravenclaw!you au

summary: you understood just about everyone at hogwarts, but you never seemed to be able to understand wonwoo.

genre: fluff (and a little bit of angst?)

pairing: wonwoo/you

warnings: a teeny bit of cursing, but that’s it!

word count: 11.9 k

a/n: LMFAOOOOO this is so long!! i really went in! I’m SO sorry this took so long to write, it took me a while to figure out how i wanted to end it. i hope the length of the fic makes up for how long it took me to write it jsdjkf. enjoy!!!

One of the biggest thrills in your life was when you first sat down in that wobbly wooden chair, and an old hat was placed over your head. The only thing keeping that hat from sliding all the way down your head was your ears. Your heart was beating in your chest, feeling thrill and also a little fear.

           The weight on your chest that you didn’t know was there was lifted when the old hat announced, “RAVENCLAW!”

You had heard stories from your witch mother since you grew up of Hogwarts and all her adventures she had. It sounded like a dream. And the fact that you got to go there and live your own adventures? It was incredible.

           You grinned, hopping out of the chair, and almost dancing over to your new fellow housemates. Your hands were shaking slightly in anticipation for what was to come. In the corner of your eye, a boy named Wonwoo was called up to the chair after you, and was announced to be a Slytherin. It didn’t register much with you, as your new excitement could not be hushed by much anything.

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terastormtas  asked:

How do you advertise your cosplays? and how do you start getting hired for cons. I'm looking to branch out with my cosplay work.

Hope you dont mind me answering publicly, I’ve gotten a lot of asks about this recently! 

It’s not so much about adertising as it is algorithms. And luck. At least for the ‘getting my cosplays seen’ thing. 

Theres a lot of luck thats determined by your cosplay quality itself, how recent the series your cosplaying is from, if your the first to cosplay it, and a lot of other stuff I dont even know how to master… hopefully I can help in other ways. 

Most social media run on algorithms of sharing content. For example, only the first 5 tags on tumblr get picked up by the search. Any tags after that are ignored. SO you want to make the first five the most relevent, and the most useful, so your post shows up in those tags. After that make sure to use clerical tags, for your own blogs organization. 

There are TIMES OF DAY to post that vary on each social media platform, and ways to maximize your level of outreach. 

Or another example is that Facebook nukes the promotion of other-app or outside-links. If your sharing from insta or twitter or linking out to a website, facebook purposely doesnt share your post as much. And they prefer image statuses rather then text ones. So always post your info with a photo. LATELY facebook only prefers videos too, cause the company is trying to compete with youtube. Which is why their player doesnt let you leave easy. SO making tutorials and guides and uploading SEPERATELY on fb and then again on youtube is best. Shares are the bread and butter of fb, not likes or comments. 

Then theres sites like ACP, great for getting hired as a cosplayer for events like NISAmerica and Funimation, because they have a long time relationship with ACP. 

DEVIANTART is a dead, dead thing. BUT journalists DONT like linking to things like instagram or tumblr – so they ALWAYS tap from Deviantart. DA has a better landing page for images and people like CosMonde, CosplayCulture, and Kotaku. Or even IGN and CompGamer link back to Deviantart exclusively. 


Social Media Marketing is a different job then getting hired at cons. I talk about that process HERE. 

Convention guesting isn’t always about the number you have, though it helps in  a capacity. Its about what PROGRAMMING you bring, as a cosplayer. Because you are a solution to filling an event. Not filling an event around YOU. 
They need programming to fill the event guide. 

That being said, once you get thats its SUPER easy to find what you can bring to a con. Maybe you love sewing and can host some sewing patterns. Or maybe your a health nut and can host a Cosplay Fitness panel. Or maybe you can talk about wigs or makeup, or heck, if you know a lot about making Gundum models or collecting Funkos, thats a panel too! There a lot of topics one can cover. Anything you’d like to share or help others with! 

I CAN GO IN DEPTH about both, but its really, a lot, a lot, a loooootttt of information. We actually host a panel on SOCIAL MEDIA MARKETING for cosplay, annnnd. a panel on Cosplay Career, guesting and creating a job from cosplay experience. But those are 1 hr long panels. 

So if you want more info, you can always email me! I’ve actually thought about hosting maybe a livestream or online talk about these things. Maybe I can organize one after Anime Expo. 


See You Again - Pt. 2

Characters: tom holland x reader

Notes: This is part 2! Not the final part, though. Hope you guys enjoy (:

Part 1 Here


Tom’s POV

It’s the third day and still nothing. I’ve come to this same coffee house, at the same hour, and she hasn’t shown up.

I have to leave next week for work so I really hope I get to at least tell her my thoughts on her writing.

I’m sitting on the same armchair I sat in when I first came here with Harrison. I open up the Instagram app for what seems like the fiftieth time and let out a huge breath, closing my phone for the fiftieth time.

I lean my head back and check my pocket to make sure I have her sheets of paper even though I know they’re there.

I look around me to the many people sitting around. I try to avoid the spot where I saw her last so I wouldn’t feel that pang of disappointment again. But still my eyes move on their own and a familiar messy ponytail comes into view.

I immediately sit up, grabbing onto the arms of the chair and blink several times to make sure this is happening. She’s wearing an oversized sweater and leggings but it doesn’t look unnatural. She looks cute.

She sits on the same seat and takes out her laptop from her backpack. She then pulls out a power cord and I smile thinking about what happened last time.

I tap my pocket, trying to get some nerve to go up to her. Why am I nervous? Just go!

I clear my throat and stand up. I look down to check myself and when I’m finally satisfied, I walk in her direction.


Oh, thank God you brought your laptop’s charger this time.

The last time you were here, you were in the middle of an important chapter and were so into it that you didn’t even think to save it and that’s when your laptop crashed and died, along with two days worth of work.

Now, you were able to write and finish the chapter and so you’re back to continue the next one.

You push your glasses up the bridge of your nose and push your hair behind your ears. You start to type the first paragraph when you feel somebody watching you.

You always feel like somebody’s watching you but you blame that on your small paranoia. But this time you feel it burning the side of your head.

You lift your head slowly and turn and you feel your heart drop to the floor.

What the fuck? How-?

“Can I help you?” You ask.

“Uh, yeah,” he chuckles and he seems surprised, almost happy that you spoke. “I really don’t know how to explain it but you left these here a few days ago and I just wanted to give them back to you.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out several crumpled up pieces of paper. Your eyes go wide as you recognize them and a million questions start firing in your head.

How did he find them?
A few days ago?
How did he know they were yours?
He’s been waiting to give them back to you?

“I read some of them, actually. I hope you don’t mind,” he gives you a small smile, his lips pressed together.

He slowly hands you your papers and you take them tentatively as if they might cut you.

You haven’t spoken a word. You look down and one of your poems stares back at you. You swallow hard and fold the pieces of paper and stick them into your backpack.

“You shouldn’t have bothered. Someone usually just throws them away,” you tell him before looking up at him.

His eyes seem like x-ray vision and you feel vulnerable. He’s looking at you like there’s something in your face… and he likes it.

“Thank you,” you shoot him a smile. You don’t always mean to sound annoyed. You’ve always been antisocial and socially awkward so you can say it was like a coping mechanism. You’d rather show you have a spine than have people walk all over you the first chance they get.

But he wasn’t like those people. It’s only been five minutes but you know he’s not like that.

He smiles big now, seeing as how you’ve let your guard down just a bit. “Can I sit?” He points at the chair in front of you.

Your heart goes into overdrive. Here stands one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met, let alone breathed the same air and he wants to take a seat in front of you.

Your first thought is to pack everything up and make some excuse about how you’re needed at work but you slam it down. Today is not the day to push people away.

You nod and he immediately sits down in front of you. You pull your laptop closer to you to make more space on the small table but you don’t close it. It serves as a wall, you guess.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

He looks at you like he really wants to know what words come out of your mouth.

“Y/n,” you tell him simply. “Yours?”

A flash of shock crosses his face and he smiles. He smiles a lot. You like it a lot. “You really don’t know who I am?”

You shake your head, “I don’t.”

A lie.

“I’m Tom,” he grins and reaches out with his hand.

You grin too and take his hand and you stop breathing when shock waves travel from your contact with him all the way to your chest.

He seems to have felt the same because he’s staring at your joined hands in curiousity.

Okay, you’ve been holding hands too long. You make to pull it back and he lets go quickly.

“So you read my writing,” you say, trying to make conversation.

“Yes. I’m sorry if that bothers you.”

Usually, if it was anyone, it would bother you. It would bother you a lot. But you feel some sort of satisfaction that he read them.

“It doesn’t,” you breathe out, looking down at your keyboard and then glancing up at him. You push your glasses up your nose.

“I really liked them. You made me feel them, in a way. I don’t really relate to them but you wrote in a way that made me understand them. Well, the person they’re about.”

Your heart swells and your cheeks grow warm.

Exactly. Yes. That’s precisely what you want to put out there.

“I usually don’t look for approval,” you start, “but I’m glad you reacted that way to them.”

“Why’d you throw them out?”

“They were just rough drafts,” you shrug. “I keep the official stuff on here.” You tap your laptop which wakes it and displays your desktop. Your desktop which has a familiar face showing on it.

You close your laptop right away.

“So you’re a writer?” He asks, completely interested.

His english accent makes you feel all sorts of fuzzy inside.

You slowly nod. “Yes. I guess I can say that now officially.”

He starts to ask you about your work, the novel you’re currently writing, about the poems. He’s completely invested in this conversation and his eyes stay glued on you the whole time.

For once, you feel listened to. Interesting enough for someone to talk to. So you find yourself telling him things you would never tell anyone. You start telling him stories and he does the same.

I know, you find yourself thinking every time he tells you something about himself.

“You don’t seem surprised that I’m an actor,” he says, gazing at you.

“You look the part,” you quickly think.

“So you think I’m cute,” he smirks.

“I never said that,” you laugh, but your warm cheeks give you away.

“I think you’re cute too,” he says with the cutest smile. Your favorite smile.

“Ooookay,” you chuckle and start to place your laptop inside your backpack. “I actually have to go now. I may be a writer but that’s not enough to pay the bills, so actual work is calling.”

He stands up when you do. You place your backpack on your shoulders and look up at him.

“Can I walk you out?” He asks.

You nod and he steps aside to let you pass. You walk together to the exit and once you take a look outside, you immediately step back, bumping into Tom.

His hands are on your shoulders to steady you and that current flows from his fingertips again. “What’s wrong?”

You turn your head to the side, your body still facing forward, “It’s pouring!”

He looks past you and then starts to take off the jacket he’s wearing. “I’ll cover you. There’s a cab waiting in the curb. You’ll have to run, though.”

He has a boyish grin, like as if he was just given a new toy to play with.

“Are you insane? You’ll get wet or even worse, sick!”

“Better me than you, love.”


You slowly copy the grin he has on his face. You can’t help it. Usually, in situations like these, you would just turn around and wait the rain out. But right now you’re excited. He makes you excited.


You both stand at the exit and he’s already holding his jacket over your head. You take in a deep breath and then nod. You both rush out into the chaos that is rain, people running, and cars honking.

He’s laughing and you’re laughing and soon, you’re yanking the door to the taxi open and jumping inside. You close the door but quickly look outside for him.

He’s still standing outside! The nerve of this guy. He’s holding his own jacket over him now but he’s pointing at the window and then to the ground.

You roll the window down and he’s laughing. “When will I see you again?”

You shake your head in disbelief. You can’t fathom the fact that this is happening to you, out of all people.

“Will you be waiting?”

He chuckles but nods, “Forever if I have to.”

You roll your eyes but you love his answer.

“Guess you’ll have to come every day until I show up.”

The jacket is not enough to keep him dry. His curls are hanging down his forehead, dripping. “I can definitely do that.”

You shake your head and laugh softly before putting the window up but his hand shoots across it, stopping it. “I can’t wait to see you again, y/n!”

The cab is already pulling away from the curb but you look back and he’s waving you off. You wave back and then sit forward again.

You bite your lip and you smile to yourself, thinking about how you can’t wait to see him again, too.

finefineitsfine  asked:

🔥💃👏 pbj

*has to change from holsom playlist to pb&j playlist* *promptly switches to bittyparse playlist because wow pb&j is angst central and I should get a secondary playlist* 

“—I wasn’t even thinking when I turned the fire extinguisher on them, but it freaked ‘em out enough that they left with the drunk guy.”

Kent cackles. The sound of it buzzes through the air. There’s a tension in it, a static charge searching for something to ground it.

Jack blushes. Kent notices, sobering up. He shifts his weight from his right leg to his left.

“Sorry,” Kent rests the lip of his bear bottle between his teeth. “It’s a good story.”

“What’s so funny?” Bitty budges through the crowd of inebriated dancers.

He makes it a point to lean against the wall space between the two, watching them carefully. Kent hadn’t been keen on coming to this kegster. He was still reeling over how the last one ended. But this was different, they kept reminding him. There was no honor to reclaim. No friendship or love to rekindle. There was no objective for tonight other than to have fun.

“Zimms was telling me the fire extinguisher story.” Kent jostles his shoulder casually, amicably.

“Lord,” Bitty crinkle his nose. “Why on earth would you wanna hear about the football team?”

Luckily, someone stops by just then to ask for a selfie with Jack and Kent. Zimmermann and Parse—Zimms and Kenny—the dream team they’ve been calling them all season. People had strong reactions to their reunion (namely relief if you were a Falconers fan, fear if you weren’t). Kent thinks, hopes, Bitty’s forgotten the question. However, the second he looks away from the random party goer (selfie face still plastered tightly on) Bitty’s staring at him expectantly.

Kent sighs, “I wanted to know.”

Eric still doesn’t get it. “Know what?” he persists.

“What made you fall in love with him,” he says softly. The words have a quite resignation. Like a man who knew the ending of a tale before it even started. Like someone who was used to not being enough.

Bitty’s face falls. “Oh honey, he had me long before that.”

Kent nods, “good to know.”

Jack huffs, “I think we need some air.”

Bitty and Kent follow him out back without protest. The music is as loud out there as it is inside of the Haus. There are less bodies and heat, however, so Kent can think a little clearer. He thinks about the song that was playing when he arrived the last time. The lyrics seemed significant yet trivial at the time. Like his body new something about that night that his mind was catching up to.

“When the answer in what you want is in the question you state,” he finds himself murmuring.

Bitty blanches, trying to decode his meaning. Jack snorts. Which means of course, of course, Jack knows what he’s thinking. Jack has a way of reading him like a book.

“We took a class together that semester,” Jack begins without context. “Bits was helping me with a final project.”

“Yea that was it alright,” Bitty hums with a rueful smile.

“Was that it for you?” Kenny asks, excitement fluttering in his gut.

Jack shakes his head, “after we lost the Frozen Four that year.”

“Wow, that’s super romantic,” Kent chirps.

“It was,” Bitty smiles fondly. He leans over to kiss Jack’s cheek. “That was the longest I’d ever held someone before. It was nice.”

Kent feels the tightness of his lips. This is why he came; this is why he sticks around. They’re perfect for each other. And for some reason, they want him too. It’s a relief more than a burden most days. Kent knows today was easier than most, for all of them.

Jack clears his throat, taking Kent’s hand and pulling him into the side of him currently unoccupied by Bitty. Kent doesn’t look up as he feels Jack’s lips hover over his temple. Kent’s eyes flutter shut. For a moment, he’s sixteen again and everything’s momentarily peaceful. He opens them again, realizing that he’s twenty-seven and not everything’s perfect. But it’s gotten a lot easier to say it’s ok.

“It was the memorial cup,” Jack continues. “We were hugging and all I could think was, ‘I love it right here.’”

Kent nods, in understanding. A lot about that time was still muddled in trauma and anxiety. Everything about their lives and emotions were so high. It was ages ago, however. The scars were still visible, but mostly faded.

Bitty nudges Kent, “last winter. You were late to your own game because of me.”

Kent’s brows furrow, “Bits, you broke your arm. How could I not—”

Bitty chuckles, “I know. That’s when I knew.”

A warmth overflows from Kent’s heart. He looks between both of them and wonders how did he end right back here? At some lame party and some dumb college in the middle of the Boston suburbs. Only, it isn’t some lame party. From what he’s been told Epikegsters are legendary. You never know what (or who) will come up.

“We were sixteen,” Kent’s voice catches a little. “Your parents let me stay the night. We snuck out and went to that Arcade Fire show. I remember standing in that crowd and—I grabbed your hand. I thought you were gonna push me away.”

Jack nods, a sad smile gracing his lips.

“He pulled me in Bits,” Kent feels his face radiating. “Our first kiss was around five hundred other sweaty assholes.”

Bitty laughs, wiping a tear from his eye. “Of course, it was.”                

“And you—” Kent takes Eric’s hand, kissing it with all the tenderness he can muster after three beers. (He briefly considers that this must be what adulthood feels like.) “You were in that kitchen, chirping me about an assist.”

Bitty tilts his head in confusion. “When was that?”

Kent squints. “Two months? After that one kegster.”

Bitty’s mouth opens to say something, probably some protest about ‘why didn’t you say something sooner’.” Instead, Jack swoops in to kiss Eric. Kent sighs in relief. Some questions take time. Some answers take even longer to get said. Kent’s fine with postponing this conversation. He’s got all the time in the world to tell them how much he loves them.

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By the way new class fans you might not know this because nothing about this shoe is ever advertised but there are three books about class. I read all three of them in a night so I remember nothing about their quality but I do remember weird odd little moments like:

-The time Charlie didn’t know how crossing guards worked and Matteusz had to carry him onto a round about to explain it all to him

-Quill has this weird romance with this ghost nerd

-April gets possessed and shows up to school shit faced and kisses Charlie

-Charlie and Matteusz sneak of while the gang are ghost busting to snog in the creepy house

-Tanya has this adorable friendship with this Syrian refugee (it was technically a friendship but we all know Tanya is gay)

-For some reason the only things I remember about Ram from these three books is that something really creepy happens to him in the first one but I won’t spoil it and he’s really good at shooting things

-Some amazing Quill and Charlie moments that probably should have been in the show because it adds so much to their already complex relationship

-At some point Charlie draws an anteater snorting ants through a rolled up five pound note, I’m not quite sure why I remember that but I do

Disclaimer: I read these books on like 2 hours of sleep and I was ill so I could have hallucinated a lot of this stuff (especially that last on) so of they didn’t actually happen in the books well now they are my headcanons, deal with it.

If someone else with a better memory wants to add more or correct my forgetful ass, feel free

Headcanon(s): Genderfluid Bucky Barnes

Things I need: Recovering genderfluid Bucky who wears whatever the fuck he wants to wear like really loose sundresses when spring rolls around simply because he loves the freedom they give his body + the fabric is soft as shit + no pants = no problem. (+ he looks and feels hella cute and is comfortable as fuck with it)

When he starts rehabilitation, the team doesn’t bother teaching him about any of the ‘gendernorm’ stuff such as, “thats for girls/for boys” because as Tony puts it, “Genders are way overrated and for the simple minded” and Natasha will put any man or woman through the wringer that says she ‘cant’ simply because of her genitalia.

This gives Bucky true freedom to do what feels best for himself. And Bucky doesn’t cut his hair and lets it grow past his shoulders because he likes it. And because he doesn’t feel like the old James Barnes anymore. He still identifies with he/him/his pronouns… and doesn’t feel weird or wrong when someone uses them even when he’s wearing a dress.

Some days he wakes up and feels a little more masculine and some days he wakes up and feels a little more feminine and it’s 100% okay, because HYDRA’s messed with his brain so bad that this is him trying to find out who he is now and realizing that he’s all of these things and none of the Avengers say shit because they all know what its like to be denied happiness.

Clint brings Lucky to the Tower whenever he gets the chance and the dog absolutely adores Bucky. Clint tells him about his days in the circus and about all the weird shit he’s seen and says, “Barnes, there are photos of me in full on drag- heels bigger than the ones Natasha wears, and riding a white horse… completely shitfaced on a golf course. There is next to nothing that you can wear/identify with that will make me look at you differently.”

Natasha speaks to him in Russian, Romanian, English, and German, sometimes switching through all four languages before they finish a conversation. Bucky’s hesitant in asking for anything so she takes Clint for company and one of Tony’s charge cards and goes to town, buying literally everything from nail polish, sun hats, dresses, scarves, boots, heels, hell even lingerie, and they work out Bucky’s likes and dislikes together. She tells Bucky how proud she is of him and constantly reassures him that, “No, it’s okay. That ‘for girls’ stuff” that he sees in magazines and in stores and online, “is complete bullshit. You can do whatever you want, котенок.” She never fails to defend him during board meetings, spitting, “Yes he is wearing a dress, will this be a problem?” with determined fire in her eyes at whatever ignorant agent/politician that gives Bucky a questioning glare. When his hair reaches past his shoulders she sits behind him and puts it into braids during Avengers movie night. She teaches him how to curl it into soft waves, and how to tie it up and shove it all under a baseball cap for days when he doesn’t want long hair at all.

Tony pulls up article upon article about genderfluidity one night and reads all of them. He even prints some out to give to Bruce, Pepper, Rhodey, and anyone else he can find because suddenly he’s interested. He’s the one who first asks Bucky what his preferred pronouns are because, yes he may be an asshole, but he isn’t that kind of asshole. Sleepless caffeine nights turn into a week long shebang where he runs around the tower making heartfelt and manic speeches about the, “Utter shit that are genderroles. Why not be both? Why the fuck not?” Because Tony of all people knows what it’s like to grow up under such standards. After all, he spent most of his childhood comparing himself to his father’s greatest creation, golden-boy Steve Rogers. Back then, all Tony knew about the soldier was that he seemed to be the epitome of what it means to be a ‘man… and a hero.’  He programs JARVIS to monitor and tag the things that may be harmful to Bucky and his development on news feeds and around the tower, just like he has done for each and every one of the Avengers induvidual triggers.

Sam helps Bucky make sense of it all. He’s the only Avenger who isn’t just saying, “Yo, do whatever the fuck makes you happy,” Because sometimes Bucky doesn’t know what makes him happy. Sam will sit with him and help him figure out the ‘why’ it makes him happy and the ‘why’ he deserves to be happy. Sam is the only one who really, really doesn’t treat Bucky any differently. Never even bat an eyelash the first time Bucky showed up to a meeting with his hair in a long braid with a couple of small lillie flowers sticking out of it. “You let me know if I ever say something that you don’t like, okay? I may not know much about genderfluidity, but I’m willing to learn and I won’t be offended if you teach me a lesson or two… or five-hundred.” Sam is solid

Thor is just as confused as Bucky is at the self-discovery, but for entirely differen’t reasons. It’s the first spring day that has reached over 40 degrees and Bucky walks into the foyer of the Tower wearing a lose charcoal knit cardigan, a gray tank-top dress that ends mid-thigh, skin tight black leather leggings, tall socks, and combat boots. His brown hair is tied in a bun. No one notices Steve drooling in the corner in favor for Thor’s loud exclimation, “This Midgard attire of yours, son of Barnes. It is very nice! I have seen Darcy Lewis wear similar. Is it customary to cloth oneself in such wears here on Earth? If it be okay, I would like to know where you obtained this,” Thor runs a ringer down the edge of Bucky’s oversized cardigan and smiles, “it is very soft!” He frowns at the dress and Bucky is about to protest when Thor continues, “Though I think wearing something like this would not go over well for me. It looks comfortable, but you see, I fear that there is nothing but air to hold my nether regions-,”

“That’s what underwear is for, Thor.” Natasha rolls her eyes.

Tony loudly interjects a whole spiel of education about genderroles to Thor who just looks more confused by the second.

“This…” Thor points to how Bucky is dressed, “Is not consitered… the ‘norm?’” His frown deepens, “But… why not? I do not understand why this would be frowned upon? On Asgard it is normal for warriors and people to dress however they please, whether it be in hard armor like Lady Sif, or in robes of lose silk like my brother finds comfort in. Like how on Asgard… it is also normal for a warrior to lie with another of the same gender as them. The ways of Midgard baffle me sometimes. Are your people so little minded?” He finishes with a shake of his head.

Bruce doesn’t say much, but he is gentle and kind and thats more than Bucky could ask for. He reads the articles that Tony gives him and even looks up some on his own. Every once in a while he will give a small smile to Bucky and say offhandedly, “That color looks good on you.” or, “Your hair looks really nice like this, did Natasha teach you how to do it?” and then they will go back to doing whatever they were doing.  He also understands what it’s like to be afraid of yourself. Part of the reason why he is gentle, and withdrawn, is for the fear that one day he will hurt someone that he’s grown close too. He lets Bucky stay in the lab with him sometimes, and they just talk through their problems together while Bruce tinkers. Not really comparing expierences, but understanding the fear in eachother that no one else really gets. Bruce tells Bucky about how he copes and about how the fear will never really go away, but he’s learning. And what he has learned is that maybe, just maybe, if he builds bridges that are built on trust, love, and respect, those bridges will be strong enough to tell The Other Guy, no, these are your friends; these you protect. When Bucky’s boyfriend of 8 months breaks up with him because he’s done waiting for Bucky to put out sexually, each of The Avengers don’t have time to be pissed off because they’re too preoccupied with containing a very very angry Bruce from Hulking out and ripping the guy to shreds.

Steve can’t even, because Bucky is just… sinfully beautiful to Steve no matter what gender he’s dressing as or wants to be. He quietly declares ‘Take Me to Church’ as the soundtrack of his wrecked life. At first, he silently supports Bucky in his decisions to go on a few dates with various people both male and female. He along with Natasha were in favor of letting Bruce have have his way with Bucky’s selfish ex. But it was hard watching people who were supposed to love Bucky, look at him like they would rather not have a partner that is mixed gender, or watching him have a partner that silently tries to push him to one gender. And one day he tells Bucky this and Bucky confesses that he’s just not good enough for Steve. He says that Steve deserves someone who knows exactly who they are and what they want, not someone who’s fucked up and only has one arm and isn’t comfortable enough to have sex. Steve tells Bucky that if he’s fucked up then Steve is fucked up too because he wants nothing more than to love him unconditionally. He loves Bucky Barnes new and old and all the ‘fucked up’ things that come with him.

Ice, time, death, aliens, bigots, fuckin nazis, and homophobia can’t even keep him away, so Bucky better get used to it, “Jerk, cause I want this… with you. I want you.”

Now adays 80% of their relationship is spent on the couch communicating feelings, memories, likes, dislikes, and just talking about nothing specific. Steve thinks that this is more than okay. They aren’t ripping eachother’s clothes off 24/7 like everyone else seems to think they do. If anything, they haven’t gotten that far in the sexual department because of Bucky’s trauma. Steve has read anything and everything there is about PTSD, brain injury, sexual/emotional/physical/mental abuse, to know that these things take a huge amount of time. And if their relationship never gets to that point, Steve has made it perfectly clear that he is 10987657890% okay with that. He thinks that seeing/being the cause of Bucky full belly laughing, throwing his head back and everything, is probably just as good as seeing him naked. If it would make Bucky happy, Steve would follow him to the ends of the Earth; sex or no sex.

Natasha tells him that this is love. He tells her that he knows.

He can’t really help the fact that his boyfriend is sexy as hell and sometimes just looking at him is enough to get Steve’s mind in the gutter, but he would never tocuh without permission. Hell, he rarely even looks without permission, used to blush maddly everytime Bucky caught him staring until one day Bucky told him that he likes when Steve stares, because it makes him feel wanted in a good way.

Of course Steve has his own PTSD from fighting in the war, watching his best friend die, drowning and freezing, and aliens to take into account. And Bucky is just as patient and understanding with Steve as Steve is with him. And they rely on their friends a lot for support and that’s okay.

On the nights that Natasha is gone, Steve will help Bucky with his hair, sometimes he’ll brush it out after Bucky showers. On one particular hot summer day while the team is out enjoying a picnic, Steve will pick some wildflowers and sit behind his boyfriend and gently weave them into Bucky’s braid without having been asked too. Bucky will smile at this and so will every one else. Steve will shyly compliment, “You look really pretty today… but you always look good so…” and Bucky will smirk and chuckle at him.  will let Bucky paint his nails and vice versa and doesn’t give a single shit about what any reporter says because, “I am a man who wears nail polish. Got a problem?”

dear god i have to stop because this is turning into a fanfiction and not a simple headcanon and omg someone stop me or i’ll literally rewrite this entire thing and turn it into a fanfiction i am sorry. It turned into my headcanons for the entire fuckin avengers team, not just one for bucky.

anonymous asked:

Any advice for first starting and art blog??

  1. Make art. So much art. The only way to get noticed and run a ‘successful’ art blog is to make content that people notice. This doesn’t mean that you have to post daily (however it is good to still practice art daily/as often as you can, for then you can truly improve!) but it’s important to try and post things several times a week, even if they’re smaller doodles. I’ve fallen into another fandom at the moment so I’m still posting art all the time, just on a different blog than this one, and let me tell you that I’ve grown much faster on that blog than I have on this one.
  2. Only the first five tags matter. I know a lot of people tag like 20 things, or they’ll ramble a bit at the beginning of their tags, but Tumblr only tracks the first five tags. So if you tag “spaghetti” as your seventh tag, and you search “spaghetti” on Tumblr, it won’t show up. So tag the most important and searchable tags first and then ramble later.
  3. Don’t use too many tags. I haven’t tested this but I read somewhere that if you have too many tags, Tumblr may mark it as potential spam and thus it won’t show up in the search that way either. So try not to make too many tags with you rambling. I know I do that a lot so I have to be very conscious on it when I post my original art.
  4. Have creative tags! People love good tags; or at least, I do. I’m not very creative since I have the simplest of simple art tags (#xaandiir art…..very clever). But having a clever doodle tag or other kind of tagging system is appealing. Having a clean and organized way for people to search through your art/blog is also extremely important! Nothing is more frustrating than trying to look through someone’s blog for a specific fandom or just through their art tag and they use 5 different tags that you have to search individually.
  5. Use a clean and appealing theme. Tumblr is about aesthetic and how things look. Using default themes can make you seem inexperienced and that might lose you some interest. It’s also good to keep an appealing mobile design since that’s how a lot of people will see your blog. Have a good avatar and keep your description short but sweet and easy to understand.
  6. Make a “brand” for yourself. When I started my art blog here, and essentially cleaned everything out, I decided I was never going to change my URL of xaandiir. You want people to know you. If you’re constantly changing your URL then it will be hard for people to properly find you. You need to settle on something and then stick with it, if you can. I didn’t know how well xaandiir would grow on me. It was just something that I came up with and decided to use, and it turned out that it fits me pretty well! It may take time for that brand to really fit, but then you should stick with it!

Now I’m by no means a professional or “successful” art blog, but these are things I’ve seen from people more popular than me and also have helped me grow faster than when I first started. It’s also a good idea to keep your art blog separate from your fandom blog, which is why I started a different personal blog for where I reblog my fandom stuff and keep this one as where I have my art tutorials and post my art content and writing and such!

Oh! And I nearly forgot the most important bit! Make artist friends!! It may be intimidating, but becoming friends with other artists can give you people to talk to and get opinions about your art (so you can grow) and then you can also promote one another on your blogs and grow together. Having an art community between you and your friends is really important and so it’s good to approach artists that you admire, even if it might be intimidating.

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(Mod: Here it is! The last day of the hiatus! And to help those of you wishing to avoid spoiler content, here are the list of tags this blog will be using this coming volume.

Quick reminder that this blog does reblog spoiler content. All spoiler content will begin queueing on this blog when the new episodes become available for non-FIRST members on the Rooster Teeth website on Tuesdays.

Our general tags that will be used this volume are:

  • rwby spoilers
  • rwby volume five
  • volume five spoilers
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  • new character
  • new characters
  • (insert character’s name)
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New episodes are tagged as:

  • episode: (insert title here)

The blog’s queue tag, where all reblogged spoiler content will be put is:

  • vac-queue-o

That’s all! I hope you all enjoy the last day of the hiatus!)

quick lesson on tumblr tagging

hey, everyone! there’s some stuff about tumblr tags that i think not everyone knows, so i just thought id drop a bit of knowledge for you.

when you make an original post, and you want it to show up in tags, you tag it, yeah? well, when it comes to search results, only the first five tags count. so if i tagged a post as “newsies, jack kelly, david jacobs, javid, racetrack higgins, spot conlon”, then that post would only make it into the tags for the first five. if you search “spot conlon”, your post will not show up in the spot conlon tag.

now, extra tags are really good for organizational reasons on a blog! but when it comes to search results, you need to pick the five most relevant tags and list those FIRST.

so for example, let’s say i was posting a newsies fic that was mainly about javid with a bit of sprace on the side. i would probably tag that as “newsies, jack kelly, david jacobs, javid, sprace, myfics”. i dont use a lot of organizational stuff on my blog, but all of my fics have the tag “myfics”. so that sixth fic tag works for organizational purposes, but does not appear in search results.

i just say this because i see a lot of people using a dozen or more tags inefficiently, and by choosing the most relevant results first, you’re able to draw an audience from the places you intend to draw them from.

anonymous asked:

Hey! What're your thoughts on Agents of SHIELD moving to Fridays at 9pm? I'm worried about the future of the show...

Hey, anon! So I apologise in advance if this gets really in depth, but I’m actually a television scheduler myself, so I’m really into how other channels put their schedule together and why they do it.

Anyway, without further ado! Here are my thoughts on the matter. Under the cut for length.

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Outsider Pt. 5

Pairing: Step Dad Tony Stark x Teen Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Steve’s terrible at video games, and you try taking Dean’s advice.

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“I’m gonna tell you now, I’ll know if you look at my half of the screen,” Bucky warned.

Your jaw dropped at his audacity. “You met me five seconds ago and you’re calling me a cheater?”

“No.” He gently pushed you onto the couch. “I’m sayin’ if you do, I’ll know. First and only time I let Wilson play, he kept lookin’ at my half.”

One on one, you and Bucky were pretty evenly matched. He was better, but only just. Tony had wanted to put a stop to it, eager to show you the room he’d had set up for you, but Steve told him Bucky had been waiting for your arrival since you ‘met’ on the battlefield and wasn’t likely to let you go anytime soon. Your mom was also reluctant to pull you away when she saw your surliness begin to ebb.

Bucky suggested playing a few matches to see how you do on the same team. By the time Dinner was ready, neither of you had moved from the couch.

Melissa drew the short straw and had to try to lure you to the dining room. “Guys, come on, we’re all waiting on you.”

“Not hungry,” you mumbled, eyes never leaving the screen.

Bucky didn’t look away, either. “If she doesn’t have to go, neither do I.”

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Why me?

Summary- Having Daryl confess his feelings for you, was the only thing you ever wanted in this ruined world. But what happens when Negan shows up and everything changes.


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Characters - Father!RickxReader. DarylxReader. NeganxReader.

Note- it’s going to be a series.

Warnings- Smut in future parts, maybe? Violence. Abuse.

Number of words - 1285

Originally posted by onlylostmemoriesx

I think for the first time in so long I actually had few hours of sleep.
This wasn’t a fluffy bed or anything.
It was a cold floor
But you don’t know why or even how, but you actually got some sleep
Your body relaxed, your brain shut down in a very long time
And the loud music ceased to exist.
Suddenly you felt like the old days, the days before the apocalypse, when everything you wanted was the way you wanted.
Well that’s what happens when there is no parents around to tell you what to do and what not to do!

A bucket of cold water was thrown at me and that’s when I jolted up from my sleep
Dwight was standing there with a silly smile on his face a big bucket in his hand
“You wouldn’t wake up, I called your name a lot of times.” He said and for a moment there I thought he smiled softly
“Yeah.” I coughed awkwardly.
“You were sleeping like a baby, not like you are kidnapped and prisoned and tortured or anything. No pressure!” He smirked and I rolled my eyes “Negan wants to see you, apprently he has a gift for you!” Dwight shrugged as he moved a side, waiting for me to get up.

We walked for a while until we stoped in front of a door. Dwight knocked and Negan yelled for him to enter

“Jesus!” Negan said cheerfully as he got up and stood in front of me.

How this man is always this energetic is beyond me

No matter what I would never be as excited as him

“You look awesome!” He laughed “I get it that you are all alone in that cell but that is supposed to be your punishment, sweetheart! Don’t go getting yourself all wet!” He winked at me and my face flushed with color

Did he just imply what I think he just implied?

God he is such an asshole

“Dwight, did you hear any noises coming from her cell?” He asked Dwight but his eyes were fixed on my red face, his tongue was dancing between his teeth

I couldn’t look at the man, he was making me feel wierd

“No I didn’t” Dwight said with a straight face and Negan leaned back before coming back up laughing

“Naughty gurl!” He chuckled “are you blushing?” He said amused and I turned my face away from him

This dude is crazy

“I never thought girls blushed at all, now!” He laughed

“Now listen sweetheart, I have thought about it and I don’t think I can let you work for points, nor do I wanna put you on the spike either and I don’t want you around men serving me. So all the three options I gave you earlier has expired” he grinned

I didn’t like where this was going

“See, you got my attention, and not anyone gets it, hell I don’t give it to anyyyyy one! Which makes you kind of unique and trust me that’s the best compliment you are everrrrr going to get so be proud of yourself!” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes

“I want you to marry me!” He said and I felt his fingers touch my jaw. I tried not to flinch

Damn him
Damn you
Damn me
Damn Dwight
Damn Lori for giving me birth
And damn Rick for not using a proper protection that day

“Amazing!” Negan hummed “you are not afraid of Lucille but you are afraid of me touching you!” He chuckled

“I’m not afraid of shit!” I hissed back

“Oh she speaks!” Negan laughed as he twirled around

“What makes you this I will ever marry a man like you?” I spat and he smirked

“Well you have no other option!” He snickered

“Kill me, I don’t care! But I ain’t marrying you!”

“Why kill you? I could just make people who live here line up, make you watch as I kill them one by one. Their blood will be on your hands, sweetheart!” He laughed, is he fucking serious

I laughed

Truly I laughed

“What’s so funny?” Dwight bosses next to me

“You mistake my care for my people as care for human lives.” I said simply “I don’t care who or how many people you kill. I still won’t marry you.” I shrugged

“Wow!” He said surprised “I don’t take you as the selfish kind!” He hummed

“It’s not selfishness, I just have my priorities sort out!”

“so I thought you would refuse my offer so I brought a convincing card with me!” Megan’s eyes lit with mischief

“Nothing is ever going to change my mind!” I said sternly

“Oh I think I will take my chances!” Negan smiled as he signaled for Dwight to open the door

My breath hitched

Oh crap

Oh no


Just tell me why

Why this shit keeps happening to me

Why me

“We caught Daryl here trying to sneak in, he killed many of my men, he killed fat Joey! And hell I liked fat Joey!” Negan said angrily

I tried to bolt towards Daryl, run towards him, but Negan’s arm came around me.

His arms were wrapped around me from behind, as if he was hugging me, only thing is, he was crushing me in his hold

“Daryl!” I yelled and Daryl’s eyes snapped to me

“Shit, Y/n!” He yelled but Simon hit him on his head knocking him unconscious

“You bastard!” I struggled in his grip

Trying to get away from him

He smelled like whiskey, mint and death

I hated him

“Let me go!” I said as I shoved my elbow in his stomach but he kept laughing

His laugh vibrating his body

I wiggled trying to get away but his grasp was too strong

I ducked my head down and with all force I got I snapped it up, hitting his jaw hardly

He threw me on the bed that was in the room

I hit my head in the headboard, I winced in pain

I tried to get up but Dwight was standing in front of me with two guns

One pointed at me and other on Daryl

Oh you bloody fuckers

“You are a fierce one, I like it that way!” Negan laughed as he stood in the end of the bed

“Let Daryl go!” I hissed and he chuckled

“That’s not how it works, sweetheart!” He smiled

“Let him go and I will marry you!” I said, each word was like a stab to my heart

After almost 7years of crushing over Daryl I marry a fucking psychopath.

How fucking great

“Nope!” He said smirking

“What do you mean, Nope?” I said annoyed

“You marry me and I won’t kill him!” Negan smiled

“You don’t play fair!”

“Not when it comes to you, sweetheart!”

“How do i know you won’t kill him after I marry you?” I asked worried

“I’m a stand up guy Y/n! I keep my word.” He said and I didn’t find and hint of lies in his words

“What will you do with him?” I asked as I looked at Daryl’s unconscious body

“I will do the same as you” he shrugged

“Marry him?” I asked confused, just after the words left my mouth I realized how stupid I sounded

Negan laughed

Of course he did

Bloody smug asshole

“Aren’t you cute!” He laughed “I’m gonna put him in that cell until he works for me”

“you can’t do that to him!” I protested

“Oh I will!” Negan laughed

“Can I at least talk to him one time.” I requested looking anywhere but him

“No!” He said simply

“Please.” I begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes

“Well fuck! I do have a soft spot for you!” He laughed “you will have ten minutes with him when he wakes up, and then we get married!” He laughed and I nodded

“Good! Welcome to your new room!” He whistled “Dwight will get you some clothes, change and then I will come get you then you meet Daryl here!” He smirked

“Okay.” I said looking away

“Now I will leave you, I have a wedding to get to!” He smirked and disappeared

I’m going to marry this lunatic

@jouveriaalam @thewalkingdead178

i’ve been seeing a lot of tagging stuff lately and i wanted to inform you of some tag things:

  • tags on reblogs (even your own) don’t show up in the tracked tags. so any tagging you do when you reblog something only needs to be for your own organization. it kinda sucks if you are trying to share someone’s work with a broader audience, but it’s the way that it is. 
  • only the first five tags show up on the tracked desktop/xkit tags.
  • god i don’t know what’s going on with mobile, but if you don’t want something showing up randomly on people’s mobile tumblrs, then don’t tag it at all. 

anonymous asked:

Andrew telling Betsy about Neil? Either a casual discussion or maybe she's helping accept that he does have feelings for and/or desire to be with him intimately?

k so first of all i’d really like to apologise for making this into a 6k fic idek if you’ll want to read it anymore, but thank you so much for the prompt anyway because i’ve wanted to explore this for so long but didn’t know how to approach and it was a bit challenging, so thank you! i sincerely hope you like it.

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“Are you okay with me recording our sessions?” Betsy Dobson had asked the first time she met Andrew for an actual therapy session and not just a talk. The Foxes were complicated, but Andrew was different, it wasn’t about him, it was also about the situation he found himself in when signing a contract with the team.

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anonymous asked:

just so you know, all tumblr posts only show up in the first five tags, so you'll want to put the most important ones first. :)


at some point i thought it’d be cool to try drawing and then coloring all of the eeveelutions, so yup. that happened.

drawn with ballpoint pen on paper, colored in paint tool sai