i look like i have 3 fingers

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Sick Viktor pt. 7 | Yuuri’s funeral edition
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6

Bonus:

5 things you JUST DON'T DO to people with glasses

1) “wow you look so much better with your glasses off!” just. please don’t.
2) take their glasses off their face and refuse to give them back. it isn’t quirky or funny, it’s really, really annoying.
3) “oh you got new glasses? i don’t like them.” you obviously have no idea a: how much those cost (hint: a lot, unless they were free w/ insurance) or b: how long whoever you’re dissing probably spent picking those out.
4) “how many fingers am i holding up???!?” i will break in to wherever you are and flip you off.
5) poke the lenses of their glasses. does this REALLY need an explanation?

Children of The Gods Ch.1 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Here it is! The first chapter to my new series! I really am looking forward to what his series has to offer because I love Greek Mythology! I really hope you all like this and I appreciate any feedback you guys have! Love you all! Enjoy <33

Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6

Tagging: @memento-scribet @cherryignacio @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @annoyed-kitten11 @4evahevah @crazyfangirl1810 @aworldwideapart @shortycraft13

*If you enjoyed this and would like to be tagged, shoot me a message or comment

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Greek Gods. Stories of myth and legend. Almighty, immortal beings that serve as judges to the world as we know it. Could begin and start a life at the snap of a finger. Because of their immense power they try and keep from interactions with mortal humans. Yes they try, but what happens when they do not succeed? What happens if one grows affectionate with a human? What happens if they have children?

Questions all too known to humans who believe in these Gods and Goddesses. But questions all too answered for their offspring. Demigods inhabit this Earth, part God part human, half bloods. Relics to some and freaks to others.

Wandering prey if they’re unaware of their heritage, prey to those who despise the Gods and the reign they have had for eons. Unable to get to the Gods themselves, these villains target the offspring. The mortal offspring.

That is why the creation of the ‘Camp of the Gods’ was created. A safe place for demigods and goddesses. A place for them to grow, to accept their abilities and heritage.

The camp is hidden, tucked away in a forest away from civilization. The only people who know about it are the League and demigods and goddesses who have trained there. The League is a group of trained demigods and goddesses who save endangered half bloods. They bring them to the camp before villains can harm them. This is where demigods learn to harness and control their abilities.

It’s where you live. You’ve been at the camp since you were 12. Having lost her to one of those monsters, you were left on your own. In your mother’s final moments she told you who you are. Who your father is. Saying you must find a case hidden within your home and run away. That’s when the hunting began. However the League came to your rescue.

When they saved you, you were brought back to the camp. Where your father claimed you during the claiming ceremony. A claim that stunned every member of the league and every demigod in the camp.

You are the Princess to the Gods, the Daughter of Zeus.

As of today, you have become one of the strongest demigods, strong enough to become a part of the league. However, you had different intentions. The camp had become your home, the only home you’ve known for 7 years. Leading to your decision to stay and protect it in case any harm were to come to its defenses. Having both training from being on your own and training from the camp, there was no one better suited.

The camp is safe. It’s where untrained demigods and goddesses belong.

…However. Not everyone believes that.

Jason was not entirely fond of Bruce making him move to this camp. Him and the Outlaws could handle themselves, the last advice he took from Bruce led to proving Jason’s mortality. It was through the power of his mother, Athena, that brought him back. After that he vowed to take care of himself from then on.

Though, on their last mission to take down a villain target, there was a mishap that almost led to them and the half blood they were saving losing their lives, putting a target on their backs in the process. After that close call, the League demanded they all move to the camp. Where they would be safe and things could calm down. Villains often would draw targets but forget about them within a good few months. Finding new prey to stalk.

Kori and Roy were rather excited to be coming to the camp. They always wanted to know more about their immortal parents and even form some sort of relationship with them.

They eagerly stood outside the magic barrier that camouflages the camp. Jason standing there annoyed with his arms crossed. Bruce came up next to the three, “Are you ready?” Kori and Roy grinned while Jason simply huffed before Bruce led the way. They were in awe as the camp revealed itself once passing the barrier.

They approached the gate, being greeted by the sound of metal clanging and bows strings stretching, the yelling and talking of half bloods. Jason winced at the sight, this is NOT what he wanted. “Welcome to the Camp of the Gods” Bruce observed the three.

He watched as their eyes scanned over the place. His falling on three members coming their way. Noticing Dick, the first demigod he saved. “New Recruits, and Bruce what a surprise.” Dick greeted cheerily. Jason’s scowl only grew, great now he has to deal with the golden boy too? Dick’s eyes fell on Jason, “Jason, I see you’re finally joining the camp.”

“Yeah, well, not of my own volition” he bit back. However, Dick is used to Jason’s short temper, he knows Jason’s reluctance will pass with time.

“Anyway, who have you brought with you?” His attention turned to the two others. “I’m Roy and this is Kori.” Roy introduced the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’m Richard, or Dick as I prefer. Son of Apollo.”

Next the redhead beside him spoke up, “I’m Wally, Son of Hermes” pointing to himself.

The last one to speak was the girl on the other side of them both, “I’m M’gann, Daughter of Persephone. We’re kind of your welcoming committee. We will be showing you the camp and answering any questions you might have.” She smiled kindly at the three.

“I will leave you three in their hands. I have to get back to work.” Bruce said before turning and exiting the camp.

“If you three will follow us we can start the tour of the camp” M’gann smiled while gesturing for them to follow. Roy, Kori, and Jason did so, listening to the information they were being given. Being shown the dining hall, cabins, stables, camp borders, armory, and finally the training grounds.

When approaching the training grounds they noticed a group formed and the sound of swords clashing. Coming upon the scene they saw two people sparring. Continuously lunging and blocking the other’s attacks. It was graceful, like a sort of forbidden dance. Both swordsmen, or swordsman and swords-woman, were highly skilled. Proving how fighting is an art form, not brute strength.

Jason especially noticed the abilities and gracefulness of the demigoddess. He was infatuated by the way you moved; tactically yet instinctively. Noticing how you could see three moves ahead of your opponent. [H/c] hair tied back as your [e/c] stayed locked on your opponent, gaze never faltering for a second. The opponent a taller, tan, male with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked strong and moved just as tactically but it didn’t look as though it came as naturally for him.

“Who is that?” Jason asked looking over at Dick, catching the attention of the others. “The man is Kaldur’ahm, Son of Poseidon. Prince of the Sea some have come to call him. He’s one of the strongest warriors in this camp. The woman, [F/n] [L/n], Daughter of Zeus. Princess of the Gods. The strongest demigoddess and warrior in the camp. Both highly skilled and highly fatal.” Dick explained, eyes not leaving the match. Jason nodded before directing his attention back to the fight.

Before Jason could analyze their movements any further, it all came to an abrupt halt. You had a boot on Kaldur’ahm’s chest, sword pulled up over your shoulder in a striking position. Both panting before a grin broke out on your lips. “I win” you muttered before pulling back offering a hand to him. “Still the most skilled warrior in the camp.” He stated calmly.

“That was amazing!” one of the younger demigods smiled, who stood just in front of the newcomers. Your eyes fell on them all. “So you’re the new recruits” calling to them. Waving them over, “Front and center” tapping the ground with your sword. The three came and stood where you tapped. Swinging the sword to rest it on your shoulder while turning to look at them. Standing there you looked them over, getting a feel for their physical type.

“Well as the formal protector of this camp, Welcome. As I’m sure M’gann, Dick, and Wally told you I’m [F/n] [L/n] and this is Kaldur’ahm. We both are here if you have any questions on your abilities or the camp itself. However from what Bruce and the rest of the League told me, you all have quite a handle on your abilities, and outside experience. So I ask you to behave yourselves and act as role models for the younger demigods and goddesses here because they WILL look up to you. As long as you all follow the rules and keep that in mind, we’re more than happy to have you here. And one last thing, this is a home. We are all family here, please, treat it as such.” Looking over the three, you saw the eagerness in two but the third was wearing an aura of skepticism.

You walked over to Jason, “Trust me this place isn’t as you feel it is. Give it a chance, give us a chance before you cast your verdict. What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.” laughing while placing the sword hilt in his hands. Backing away you looked at them all, “As much as I’d like to stay, I have other things to attend to. I will see you all at the claiming ceremony.” Announcing before smiling at them all and nodding before making your leave.

“Claiming ceremony?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides. Wally was the first to speak up. “It’s where your parent will claim you as their child, proving your heritage as a demigod and who your parent is. Then the camp will act and train you accordingly.” he explained. Them all nodding in understanding.

“Anyway there is a lot more camp to show you and people for you to meet before the ceremony. Let’s continue” Dick smiled before M’gann nodded and began to lead the way once more.

Though Jason was distracted by the words you spoke to him while analyzing the sword in his hands. The words ringing in his head ‘What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.’ How could he relax? Half of him kept reminding how he’s in a strange, unknown place, surrounded by other demigods. Though the other side of him wanted to train and take the chance to do as told. To trust.

you guys see this? this is my favorite gift that ive ever given my mom. youre probably thinking “oh because its cute and heart shaped” guess again i got a story sit down

i made this thing in wood shop when i was in like 7th grade. you know how serious middle school wood shop is. memorizing the names of a hundred different tools from a study guide and then only using 3 of them because little johnny lost a finger in 1983 and the school board threw a fit. fuck you little johnny. but i digress

i made this thing for mothers day and i was all kinds of proud of it. i mean look at this shit its adorable. but i guess the incident with little johnny must have involved stickiness of some kind because it was absolutely unfathomable for my teacher to allow me to take this thing home before it was dry as the mojave. which wouldnt be a problem except for the fact that mothers day was on sunday and by friday he still wouldnt let me have the thing

that shit wasnt gonna fly. i made this thing for mothers day, not day after mothers day and my mom was going to get her damn present okay

so saturday night, 12 year old me makes a plan. you could have filmed this shit, slapped a jazz tune on the beginning and marketed it as the next james bond: i parked my bike by the back doors of the building, snuck in during a soccer game so that nobody would notice me, avoided every security camera along the way, got the door to the classroom open and with the flimsy light of my flip phone i tracked this thing down and made my great escape

of course i didnt tell my mom what i did until years later when i was safe from being grounded for it, but the reason i still love this damn thing and we keep it around is because of how frickin proud and impressed she was

apparently this sort of thing runs in the family

boy cant wait till i have my own kids one day

anonymous asked:

I love your hero/villain prompts!!!! If it's not getting too boring, could you please give us some of the villain being cruelly loving to the hero like in the short prompt posted a little bit ago? (It's not fair of them to make you fight me) Thank you so much!!!

For reference, this prompt here because I am now mentally writing these next prompts as a sort of continuation/general same verse of the first prompt scenario. And I am never bored of interesting villain/hero or antagonist/protagonist dynamics - I’m bored of not being able to find them done well in books to a level that satisfies my reading cravings. It’s a hard life. 


1) “I said that’s enough now.” The villain caught hold of the hero’s wrists as they tried to keep fighting, tossing their weapon aside, before drawing them close. Arms wrapping around them in an embrace that may have been comforting if it didn’t have the unyielding restraint of shackles. “There we go, easy now. You’ve been hurt enough for one day.”

Thrashing against the hold did nothing but exhaust the hero, and eventually they sagged.They sank together to the ground in a tangle of limbs, rocking slightly. You hurt me, they wanted to scream. This is your fault. 

Shh,” the villain murmured - warned, they didn’t even know anymore. “It’s enough. You’ve done more than enough, you’ve fought so bravely, but just listen to me. There’s no shame in surrendering and living another day, alright?”


2) “If you really thought I couldn’t win you wouldn’t be trying so hard to stop me!” the hero snapped. “To make me doubt myself!”

“I’m trying to stop you because you’re going to kill yourself trying to fight me if I don’t,” the villain replied. “They’ll make you feel like you have to, and then take me breaking you as proof of my evil in the world. But we can’t keep doing this every time…” They began to advance. “You begged me to let you go, I did, here we are again and look at you. They clearly can’t take care of you. You deserve better.”


3) There was something to be said about power and pleasure. Any moron could inflict pain, for all the power it gave to them and certainly pain could be a useful tool - but it wasn’t this. The villain stroked their fingers over the back of the hero’s neck, kneading out the corded tension and dissolving it with the same gentle steadiness as they dissolved all other resistance.
“Poor thing,” the villain said. “Just relax, you must be so tired. So confused. So hurt, hm?”
Humans were never designed to fight what felt good to them. Pleasure had someone who was expecting a fight as disorientated as a baby bird that just hit glass. To make someone who loathed you melt in your hands..the rush of power was intoxicating. 

Forget My Love

Jason Todd x Reader (1/?)

ANOTHER NEW SERIES ALERT

Summary - He thought he lost you, he watched you die, but what does Jason do when he sees you again?

Word count - 1.4K

Warnings - swearing, sad stuff

Italics is a flashback

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We Have More Time

Ooops.  My hand slipped…

Warnings:  Wonder Woman Spoilers, Extreme Peril?

Rated: M (for non-explicit sexy times and language)  

Fix it that I might be persuaded to continue??? Y’all know what I like.  ;)   There’s a read more down there somewhere.  

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Diana Prince/Steve Trevor

Thank you @bloomsoftly for looking this over for me!  <3  

His finger was on the trigger.  He closed his eyes and thought about Diana.   

Steve Trevor had known he loved her the moment he laid eyes on her.  From the second he’d sputtered alive again, coughing the sea water from his lungs and looking into the eyes of an indescribably beautiful woman. He’d been in love even then.

But of course the only time he could think to tell her was when he’d made up his mind.  Do nothing or do something.  And his ‘something’ had turned him into a dead man walking.    

She couldn’t even hear him.  Her ears were ringing.  He knew that look well.

Maybe it was better this way.  Maybe he’d even done it on purpose.  Sounded like him.  He always got it wrong.  Or maybe he got it just right. Either way, it was typical.  

He pushed all of that out of his mind.  He had seconds left on this earth and he wanted to spend it thinking about her. 

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anonymous asked:

i like how you list stuff so i'm just gonna ask you more. i notice that jungkook can be clingy so maybe like fav clingy jungkook or idk possessive jungkook moments? or some clingy yoongi moments, too?

I’m so happy you like how I list things ;~; Thank you! I’ll try and do a bit of each one! Maybe three of each so I don’t go on a listing spree hehe. I’ll start with Possessive!Kook since I thought of one right after reading your ask~


Top Three Possessive!Kook moments:

1. There was a moment at the BBMAs when Jungkook came off a bit possessive. I’m sure ya’ll know the one. Yoongi was leaning against the wall as, what I think anyway, was a makeup artist fixing up Yoongi a bit. Jungkook was right there leaning close to Yoongi with a hand right beside his head just watching. It just comes off as him watching whats his while someone else touches him. 


2. I know I bring this moment up a lot, but it was honestly the best SugaKookie/YoonKook moment in the world. Jungkook wasn’t particularly possessive here, but he had that look in his eye that just was telling us Yoongi was his and only his. Not to mention the way he just kind of looking at Yoongi before looking at us, like, boy. Please.


3. Does everyone remember that time Yoongi made a post about keeping our fourth finger empty? To which Jungkook responded telling Yoongi to keep his fourth finger empty? You know Jungkook was highkey telling Yoongi and us that Yoongi was his. Also that look in Jungkook’s picture, it’s like “You know better than to say things like that, Yoongi.”


And just so everyone knows, I’m doing ‘clingy’ as in them just holding each other for the sake of holding each other. There are some moments where I honestly think they are flirting and I’m gonna leave those out. Maybe for another time lol.


Top Three Clingy!Kook Moments:

1. I just like this moment how Jungkook just naturally rests his hands on Yoongi’s hips and just leaves them there. It’s not particularly clingy, but he is holding on to him and they are happy, and i’m happy, and the world is at peace.


2. I just… Jungkook just walks up and wraps around Yoongi and… Look at how soft, sweet and just so natural it looks? My heart explodes. There is plenty of space in between Namjoon and Yoongi, but Jungkook goes for the more comfortable spot. 


3. Both of them are holding each other in this one, but I still love it. They just look so good. And bonus: Jungkook checking out Yoongi’s ass after.


Top Three Clingy!Yoongi Moments: 

1. This one is a throw back, but it’s one of my favorites. Yoongi just looks so comfortable holding on to Jungkook’s arm while they watch people dance. I just love everything about this moment.


2. Comfortable soft Yoongi while clinging to his boyfriend gives me life.


3. Not necessarily clingy, but I love this moment so much. Yoongi is just casually combing his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, and its just so… so loving and caring and soft and my heart is going to burst. Help me.


Sorry that I have no story for the clingy moments. I feel like it doesnt really need one. You can just see the love and care right there in the pictures/gifs :> If you want to see me talk about other things let me know! Send in those asks :D I love doing this!

Highway (Part 10: Finale)

Originally posted by lightbox

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you baby doll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 1,667

A/N: And this is it! We’ve followed the road and now we’re at the end. I’ve had a blast writing this series and the comments and reviews that I’ve received have been so inspirational and have kept me motivated! I appreciate that y’all have enjoyed this series so much and I hope y’all will hang around for my upcoming series!

Part 1  / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 (FINALE)

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“You like that, doll?”

If you could talk, you would. But you found yourself temporarily incapable of speaking a single word as the deep-fried Oreo left your fingers covered in oils and left your throat coated in a warm mixture of butter and chocolate creme. After you downed the last bite of the fatty treat, you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself before looking at Bucky, “God, that should not exist but I’m so glad it does.”

“Ya liked it, huh? I can get ya another one?”

“Nah,” You shook your head at his offer, “You’ve gotten me more than enough food tonight, Bucky. I feel like I’m about ready to explode. You’ll have to hose my guts off the cement.”

At your comment, Bucky couldn’t help the playful grimace that crawled onto his face.

You leaned back further into the small bench that he’d found for the both of you to take a break and relax on. It was questionably small and dirty. The wood was sticky at some parts, and you were more than sure that there were piles of gum stuck to the bottom of the bench. But the soles of your feet were starting to ache and your tummy was starting to feel uncomfortably full. After recalling everything that Bucky had encouraged you to eat, you suddenly remembered watching him devour nearly every food option in the carnival.

“How are you not full?” You asked before looking up at him as he slung his arm over the back of the bench, “You easily ate half your weight in hot dogs and cotton candy tonight.”

“I’m a bottomless pit, I guess,” He shrugged nonchalantly with a crooked smile. He watched you for a few seconds longer before he craned his neck a bit and he looked forward at the rest of the carnival. While he watched with nostalgia as kids ran around with balloons, as rings were tossed over bottles, as the brightly lit carousel turned soothingly, you watched the lines of his neck tattoo shift with his flesh. “Think I used to eat much more when I was younger, believe it or not.”

Now that was new. “Really?”

“Really,” Bucky nodded with a small smile, “I was a, uh, a chubby kid growin’ up.”

“That…to be honest, I can’t really picture that,” You chuckled, giving him a short once-over. “You’re kinda,” You waved at his physique awkwardly.

“I know. Lots ‘o…discipline, doll.” He smiled and you could see the devilish twinkle coming to life in his blue eyes as he leaned in an inch closer. And you had no capacity to doubt his remark, his powerful and strong physique more than enough proof. Hell, if you looked hard enough, you would be more than able to find the exact slopes of his biceps through the fabric of his Henley.

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♡  Chocolate Bars  // Wen Junhui ♡

prompt: your soulmate’s first words to you are tattooed on the first place of your body they touch

genre: soulmate!au, non-idol!au,  fluffy!, alcohol mention

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this is the first thing I’ve written in a while, and also to celebrate me getting a tattoo next week! I hope it’s okay!


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Requested by anonymous: Being a big important part of the D.E.O but also really quiet and shy , resulting in people forgetting you’re there but Alex being intrigued by you, somehow ending up being her friend and also Kara, and Maggie too but like you’re even more close to Maggie and one night Kara almost drags you to a game night where you meet Lena, and Lena likes you immediately and Sanvers fangirling when you talk with Lena? Can you make it really platonic fluffy?

Words: 2935 - Warning: None?

(A/N): THIS IS NOT A ILLUSION I ACTUALLY MANAGE TO POST SOMETHING THANK YOUUU NEIGHBOUR WIFIIIII


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is this self indulgent? iunno

this is basically a guide and notes that I use / have committed to memory for drawing Pivot, mainly in my style, especially since running a webcomic means I have to draw her again and again and again :V

I designed her to be mostly geometrical so her design is simple to draw (and animate) while also not looking super simplified.

It also includes a few mnemonics to help me remember things like ‘which way do the bangs go / which side is the ponytail on,’ as well as a few key highlights that you’d maybe assume are a stylistic choice rather than actually part of her design (e.g.: small boob, 3 fingers, etc.)

I guess this kinda counts as a model sheet, even if it’s scrappy as hell.

Making Vegan Focaccia the Witchy Way

So, today my boo and I decided to make some bread, specifically focaccia. It was his first time making it and I’d only seen my momma do it before so it could have gone really badly, however I think it was a pretty good success.

Firstly we found a basic recipe on the interwebs and worked out what ingredients we needed:

  • 300ml/½ pint tepid water
  • 1½ tsp dried yeast or 2 heaped tsp fresh yeast
  • 500g/1lb 2oz ‘00’ flour or strong white bread flour, plus extra for dusting
  • 1½ tsp salt
  • 3 tbsp olive oil, plus extra for greasing
  • 150 ml extra virgin olive oil for topping
  • medium coarse sea salt
  • 2 sprigs rosemary, torn into small pieces

Along with this we also decided to add three cloves of garlic because garlic is good. Plus one of my flat mates may be a vampire and I don’t want him eating my food.

SO! After a wee trip to our local ASDA we finally had everything (we needed flour and yeast because I was so unprepared.) We also maybe accidentally bought cookies. The first step was to prep the yeast.

1. Pour a little of the tepid water into a small bowl. Add the yeast and blend using your fingers. Leave the yeast for five minutes to soften and dissolve.

Ok so I messed up this step. I didn’t read the instructions properly and boo was busy sorting out banging choons on spotify so I ended up adding my yeast to the whole 300ml of water. However it didn’t seem to be too bad and it smelled super good so I just powered through.

2. Mix the flour and salt together in a large mixing bowl. You may like to transfer your mixture to a pastry board or other flat work surface at this stage and prepare the dough there, in traditional Tuscan style. Otherwise, mix the dough in the bowl.

Yeah I’m nowhere near fancy enough to have a pastry board so we did it ye olde English way. In a bowl.

3. Make a well in the centre of the flour and salt mixture. Pour the blended yeast and water into the well along with the olive oil. Mix thoroughly. Gradually add the rest of the tepid water until a sticky dough is formed.

This was really bloody sticky. Obviously I used my hands and even after vigorous washing they still smell like dough. MMMmmm.

4. Transfer the dough onto a floured surface. Gather any stray pieces. Knead the dough for about 10 minutes, adding a little extra flour if necessary, until smooth and elastic and the dough no longer sticks to your hand. To see if it is ready, you can carry out the stretch test: pull off a piece of dough, it should be elastic enough not to break quickly when stretched out.

5. Next accumulate any stray ends and rough sections by 'chafing’ your ball of dough. Hold it and curve your hands around it, use your palms to pull at its sides gently while you slowly rotate it, letting your little fingers meet underneath. Do this for five minutes. You should be left with a neat, smooth ball.

6. Oil a bowl and place the dough inside and cover with either oiled cling film or a damp tea towel. Leave in a warm place to rise until doubled in size - about 1½ hours depending on the room temperature.

This was the point in the process where I remembered to take pictures. Also I messed up my elbow kneading the dough so boo took over. 

Before Proofing

After Proofing

That rose so much oh my word it was huge and the house smelled soooo good.

7. Use your fist to knock it back, then knead it again for a further two minutes.

8. Leave to rest again, but only for 5-10 minutes

It was at this point where I decided to go off recipe a bit and make up my own nonsense. I’d seen in other recipes that people had made a garlic and rosemary oil infusion to put on the focaccia and it looked goof so I gave it a go. 

9. Add a few teaspoons of the remaining oil into a saucepan and then add 3 cloves crushed garlic. Once the garlic has browned, add the rest of the 150ml of oil, and then add three sprigs of rosemary. When it reaches its boiling point remove from heat immediately and save for step 11.

10. After proofing shape the dough by placing into a shallow baking tray, using your hands to spread it out to a depth of about 1.5cm/¾in, then allow to rise again, covered with a tea towel, until doubled in size - this will take about 30 minutes. Preheat the oven to 200C/400F/Gas 6.

11. Strain the oil and save the rosemary and garlic pieces. Gently drizzle the oil onto the dough, don’t worry if it looks like there is too much, there isn’t. Then add the rosemary and garlic pieces and press into the dough with finger tips, creating dimples.

12. Sprinkle with sea salt/coarse salt and then bake for 25-35 minutes or until the top is crusty and cooked through to the base. Serve.

I’m not gonna lie, I forgot about the salt until about 15 minutes into cooking but I added it then and it turned out pretty well.

Voila! The finished focaccia! Made with love. I couldn’t have made it without @dommadude so thank you <3

★ Peace out witches!!! ★

Young Justice Batmom: Part 6

Prompt: Batmom in the young Justice universe

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AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. Thanks to my wonderful Beta’s who are plowing through my stories!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


You just grin as Dick climbs into the car. His hair is slicked back, and he looks so different from his usual look. As always, he’s all smiles. You wait for him to buckle his seatbelt before pulling away from the curb, “So how was your first day of high school?”

“Still the youngest in my class, still the smartest in my class.”

You grin, “Yes, well your mom was very diligent in your homeschooling.” The small smile that crosses Dick’s face tells you that he’s thinking of Mary, of the Circus, of the life taken away from him. You don’t say anything more, you let him have his memory.

He comes out of it on his own, grin back in place, “I saw Artemis today.”

“Yeah, how’s she adjusting?”

“Okay I think. I said a quick hello, but she has no clue that it’s me.” He goes silent for a minute before saying, “You’re in jeans. Didn’t you just get off work?”

“Your dad and I took half a day. He’ll be gone for a bit on a League mission. Since he’s gone, I figured we’d get in a little mother son time before heading to the cave.”

His eyes go wide, “You mean?”

You nod, “Junk food here we come.”

          As far as Bruce and Alfred are concerned fast food is the devil’s food, and not something to be eaten. You and Dick however, like to live on the dangerous side, which means every once in a while you indulge when Bruce is away on a mission.

          After a few hours of fried goodness and Dick telling you about his classes and a few other things the two of you head to the safe house. He changes into his robin uniform and you simply slip your mask into place. The two of you go out the secret entrance and into the alley. All of a sudden Dick is sprinting ahead.

          You smile as you spot Artemis up ahead. Your sneakers crunch against the garbage as you come to a stop behind Artemis, right as Dick disappears through the zeta tube. You smile at the girl, “How was your first day of school?”

          “It was fine, not as bad as I thought it would be.”

          The smile never leaves your face as you motion for her to go on ahead. The moment she disappears you go through, and the next thing you know, you’re being pulled to the ground as fire streams above you, and then you’re being pulled onto your feet and down a corridor.

          Your heart is going a mile a minute, and takes several deep breaths to calm yourself, and force the flashbacks away. Then you’re taking the lead, as you run out of the hanger and into the showers. The kids catch on without you saying a word, as you turn the shower heads on, Dick tries to radio for help, but you know it won’t do any good.

          Then you’re on the run again, making your way into the kitchen. You can see the worry on Dick’s face as Artemis points out the air vent. You give him a small smile and say, “I’m not completely helpless in a fight.” Before climbing up yourself.

          You follow the kids, keeping to their pace. The movements flow from your body as naturally as the day you learned them, but you’re not as fast as you once were, and you’re certainly not as smooth. And you’re quite sure that if you weren’t fighting for your lives Dick would already be four questions into his interrogation on how a company CEO is keeping up with them.

          As the kids look at video footage you do your best to collect yourself. You focus your breathing, and then your mind, and you go to a place you haven’t been in years. You go to a place where survival comes first.

That’s why when Red Tornado’s siblings call for surrender, you almost don’t follow your son. Then, some part of our brain tells you that you aren’t her anymore. That it’s not only your life on the line but children’s as well. Your son’s life is on the line.

          You listen as Dick does his best to focus Artemis, to get her “traught.” You take one more breath before placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder and saying, “Focus Artemis, like he taught you to.” Her eyes go wide and you give her a small smile, “Our past doesn’t define us Artemis, but that doesn’t mean we can’t use pieces of it to survive.”

          Her voice is a whisper, “You know.”

          You nod, “Since the beginning.”

          “And you still?”

          “Like I said our past doesn’t define us.” She just nods. You can feel Dick’s gaze on you and you simply say, “Once we’re out of this mess I’ll explain.”

          His voice goes a bit high pitch, “Mom?”

          “I’m okay sweetheart. I promise. Now what’s the plan?”

          He shrugs, “I don’t know, they’re literally machines.” He takes a deep breath and smiles, “That’s it. They’re machines, and EMP device.”

          You raise an eyebrow, “You have that in your utility belt?”

          He grins, “No, but we can make one.  Isn’t that right KF?”

          Wally’s voice comes in loud and clear as he gives instructions, but when Dick goes to install it, you hold out your hand. He looks at you with wide eyes, “Mom, you can’t…  You don’t know how…”

          “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Dick, but trust me when I say I can do this.” You can see his hesitation, “Trust me.”

          It’s something in your eyes that makes him hold out the device and the grappling gun. It doesn’t take you long to find your center, and then you’re going. The silence comes back naturally as you touch down and make your way to the generator. You get in place and have to bite back a curse at the incomplete circuit. Then your body is moving out of the way as water comes crashing down around you.

          You find the foot holds easily, as you scale the generator. You meet Dick’s eyes from across the room and you hold up three fingers. He nods and begins pulling Artemis back. When they’re out of sight you stand up, and you wait, and sure enough they come. And with your son safely away, you allow yourself to sink into the last stage, and then you see nothing but red.

          “What is up with your mom? Did you know she could do that? She evaded that water like it was nothing, and what was with the three fingers?”

          Dick looks at Artemis as they drop soundlessly into the souvenir room. “I honestly don’t know. She’s never been a part of our missions. The most she does is stitch us up, or work the computers.”

          “But she kept up with us. She climbed, and ran, and dodged like she’s been doing it her whole life!”

          Dick just shrugs, “I honestly don’t know. But the 3 represents rule three: When outnumbered retreat and regroup.”

          “And how are we supposed to do that?”

          “The circuit was incomplete; we have to find a way to complete it before they take my mom out.”

          There’s a moment of silence before Artemis says “We could just hide, wait for the League.” Dick watches as her eyes focus on that mask.

          “Is that really what you want to do?”

          She shrugs, “It’s all I know.”

          Dick places a hand on her shoulder, “I’d like to think you’ve learned a little something in your time with us.”

          She looks back at him and says, “You know too, don’t you? About my family.”

          He just smiles and says, “Like my mom said, our pasts don’t define us.”

          Artemis’s eyes focus on the arrow, and she smiles, “Yeah, your mom is pretty smart.”

          “Yeah, she always wins at Boggle too, even against Batman.”

          She just laughs, grabs the arrow and they’re off.

          You’re bruised, you’re bloody, and you’re beaten. You’re fairly certain that you have at least one cracked rib, and the black eye is going to be hell to explain away. On the flip side, adrenaline is still pumping through your system, and you haven’t been captured yet. You’ve even managed to take off one of Red Torpedo’s arms. It’s limited his power slightly, but Red Inferno is still going strong.

          You’re not going to last much longer, you’re too out of practice. Too out of shape. It’s been nearly ten years since you’ve done this sort of thing, but you have to keep going, at least to give Artemis and Dick a chance to get out. You’re just about ready to spring from your hiding places when the elevator dings, and Artemis and Dick step out; arms held high ready to surrender. You move silently and quickly, just in time to see Dick strike out, and see Artemis fly.

          The arrow sores through the air and the next thing you know the machines are dropping to the ground. As a head count is taken, you let out a painful breath of relief. Then your knees are buckling and the pain takes over your body. The adrenaline had been keeping the worst of it away, but now it was slowly fading away. The last thing you hear is Dick calling out for you, before everything goes black.  

Nouveau Départ  | 02

Originally posted by jjeonguk

humor | angst | smut | fluff | smartalec!jungkook | spoiled!reader

word count: 4.5k

Its January, the start of another shitty year at Mendia High and your vivacious parents are coming in 2 months for a report on how you’re doing in the aspects of grades, reputation and of course the long awaited–dating. This means 8.7 weeks to change your attitude–60 days to pull up your grades–1,440 hours to land a decent boyfriend. There is nobody decent enough to help you–therefore you have no choice but to turn to the schools’ derisive dweeb, Jeon Jungkook. Watch yourself struggle to cope with the smart-assed boy as he tries to transform you into a changed lady that everyone would look at differently.”      


“You look like shit.”

“I know.” Yoongi’s bluntness makes you smile a little—even through your sleepy state. You’ve stayed up for so many hours, doing research for the school’s dumb debate team. Now you were enervated and restless due to your now-disturbed slumber pattern.

“Alright, good you acknowledge it—but would you like to explain why?” the terrible audio of the facetime feature does his soothing voice no justice, but you can still make out what he’s trying to say.

“No,” you sigh and continue. “But I don’t want you to threaten to spank my ass even if you’re pretty fucking far away from me right now.”

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Bad Romance Prompts

Anonymous said to the-modern-typewriter:

At the risk of crowding an already full bandwagon, I have to say that I’m LOVING these Hero/Villain and Villain x Villain prompts. They’re gorgeous! I’d love to see more along those lines. (Maybe even a Villain/Villain/Hero triangle?) <3

 Anonymous said:

I loved that extra prompt at the end of the two villains ask! Maybe some more of two villains trying to seduce a hero? Thanks so much!


1) The next time someone suggested ‘distraction’ for the sake of the mission, they were going to read it less like ‘heroically creating a diversion’ and more like ‘bloody bait’. Their heart skittered in their chest to find themselves sitting not even between one of their enemies, but two of them. Nowhere to go. Fucking wine and dine instead of a decent fight. Laughter in their ear, a hand on their thigh and another brushing their hair back from their face with a really quite dizzying fondness that brought back far too many memories. It couldn’t get worse. Their mouth had gone dry, stomach bottomed out.
“You want to talk peace, go on then,” the villain murmured. “Give us your spiel.”
“But you’re going to have to be very convincing,” said the other. “What with your friends currently poking through my belongings. Trespassing is so rude, don’t you think? It would be terrible if the security mistook them as a threat.”
It could get worse. 


2)    “Will you stop commenting on how adorable I am when I’m trying to fight you?” the hero snapped, cheeks flushed through between being furious and being flustered.  “This is serious.”
The two villains exchanged a glance, seeming entirely too amused by the comment.
“Easy, tiger,” the villain said. “You’re currently outnumbered with none of your little team in sight or hearing distance. Let’s not pretend this is a fight.”
“We can both go at you if you like,” said the other. “But I didn’t think you were into that kind of thing.”
Flustered took precedence as the hero gaped, spluttered. And really, gaping and spluttering in front of a person’s enemies wasn’t an acceptable response by any means, so of course they had to square their shoulders and give a cocky smirk. “Oh please, I can handle anything either of you throw at me.”


3) “Tell me.” The villain took a slow, menacing step forward. “What’s so special about you? What do they see in you? You’re nothing.”
“You’re getting awfully twitchy over nothing.”
The villain caught hold of their throat in an instant. “I wonder how much they’d like you with that pretty face cut up.”
The hero laughed. “I don’t think that would stop them finding your personality ugly.” They turned abruptly serious, fingers tightening around the villain’s wrist. “If you love them, let them be happy. You have to know I’m not looking to hurt them.”


4)  “They’d want you anyway they could possess you,” said the villain. “Mind, body, soul. Everything you have to offer, and then just a little more until you’re completely spent They don’t care about you, all they care about is winning.”
The hero stared at them, going perfectly still.
“I could protect you,” the villain said. “We were friends once…but I can’t help you if you don’t work with me a little bit here.
“Funny. They said you’re obsessed with me so what the hell are you doing? Do you think this is some of game?” Despite themselves, the thought of being a game stung.

In Search of Snacks

Title: In Search of Snacks

Human!Cas x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: language, brief violence, mention of blood/wounds, fluff.

A/N: This is another Anon request that was just plain fun to write! Enjoy.

Request: “Can you do a Human!Cas imagine about how he sneaks up on her and scares her and she punches him and then later patches him up?”

(Not my GIF)

Silence.

It was beautiful. The boys were fast asleep, it being almost four in the morning. You could just imagine Dean drooling on the fluffy white pillow you had gotten him for Christmas just a few months back. Sam was probably on his stomach, one knee bent as he rested his head on his arm. The man rarely woke up without a large red mark on his face. Even after two years of sharing the bunker and numerous motels with the brothers, it never ceased to make you giggle.

And Cas, well, Cas sleeping was a relatively new thing. The human life as a whole was new to the sweet, now former warrior of God. So, the transition was… slow. There were a few times over the last several weeks when Cas passed out on the couch after watching a movie. He had even spent an entire night at the war room table, waking just after sunrise with a post-it stuck to his right cheek.

But when the former angel fell sleep in his bed, it took him a while to get comfortable. That little fact led to numerous sleeping positions for the blue-eyed knock out.

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Show Me Your Heart And I'll Show You Mine - Part 7

Parring: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word: 671

Warnings: nope, it’s just a bunch of fluff

Summary: You know

A/N: IT FINALLY HAPPENED! I hope you’re glad, also i’m sorry for dragging this out? maybe? Don’t worry, we’re not done yet. Tell me what you thought!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

Pietro stepped aside, and you couldn’t help but stare a bit, or a lot. Behind him stood and absolute gorgeous man. Long hair framed a face that would be a god worthy, and in the middle a pair of piercing blue eyes stared right at you.

You lifted your hand as a greeting to him, and he smiled at you, before starting to walk towards you. You could feel your breath get stuck in your throat, and you had to remind you that this was Bucky. This was your Bucky. The boy you had known as he grew into the man you loved. The man you were destined to be with.

“Hi”

His voice was exactly as you had imagined. Or maybe not, maybe it was even better. Oh god, he was even prettier up close.

“Hi” You answered, not being able to look away from him.

“Can I sit? “He asked as his smile slowly faded, and you nodded. He sat at the edge of the bed, and took your hand. Suddenly his face was completely serious. “Are you okay? “

“it’s really not that bad” You mumbled. All his attention was focused on you, and you couldn’t help but blush. “And I’m a lot better now”

Bucky smiled, and it was the most amazing smile you had ever seen. You had never quite understood when people said they had butterflies in their stomach, until now. His smile was so warm, and everything you had imagined, that you couldn’t help but give him the biggest smile you could. Bucky started to chuckle. In a moment you were afraid he was laughing at you, but then you realised it didn’t matter. You had made the most amazing man you had ever known laugh, and you couldn’t help but giggle. And then you sat there, laughing like two mad people, but it was everything you had ever wanted.

 

"how long are you going to be in here? “Bucky asked. The staff had just left, telling Bucky that he would soon have to leave. No visits that lasted over one and an half hour!

“Two or three days” You said. Bucky was running his fingers over your hand, and it distracter you far too much for such a simple gesture. Natasha, one of Bucky’s friends, sat in the chair by Clint bed, reading one of the hospitals magazines. Clint still pretended to be asleep, but you weren’t sure. Pietro had said you were in good hands, winked, and left.

Bucky yawned.

“Maybe you should get some sleep” You said, and Bucky shock his head with a small smile.

“No, I don’t want to leave you” he said, and you wanted to lean in to kiss him. You didn’t. “besides, I’m just gonna come back in a few hours anyway”

“Well, you have to leave before you can come back” You said, and he responded with a single giggle. He then leaned a bit down to lay his head in your lap.

“But I really like being here with you” He said. You started running your fingers through his hair. It really was as soft as it looked.

“I really like having you here” You said, and Bucky closed his eyes, yawning again.

“What time is it? “He asked, and you looked at the clock in the other end of the room, before answering.

“11:30” you answered buried his head in the sheets that covered you.

“see” he said. “It’s not even that late. We have aaaaaaaall the night. Besides, I had enough sleep last night”

“You texted me at 3 am because you were too nervous to sleep” It came from Natasha, and you couldn’t help but laugh, while Bucky just mumled “shut up”.

“You should take care of yourself” You said, and Bucky lifted his head from your lap, looking at you. Once again you got taking back by his eyes.

“Fine” he finally said. He squeezed your hand, and smiled. “But I will be back tomorrow”

“I’m looking forward to it”.

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