i love this woman more than life

serenity0220  asked:

Any chance you could please find some that Yuuri and Victor are married, but no one knows they are AU. Like, "Victor is a famous skater and he's married, but no one has a clue who his husband" is kind scenario? Thank you!

Hi! Thanks for these requests! This is a really fun AU! (Most of these fics are based off @skygemspeaks post which you can find here!

Originally posted by asparagusoup


Identity Reveal


Who is Coach Yuuri? by glitteryimagay, Teen, 24k
Nix, Fish and Frankie were over the moon when they were told they were chosen by skating legend Victor Nikiforov himself to be taught at his rink in America. But upon arriving, they are informed Victor was asked last minute to be the choreographer for the Olympic US Skating Team and instead, they will be taught by the rink’s head coach, who they know nothing about! This is great!

The Internet Exists For a Reason by tomorrowsdreams, Teen, 2.8k
Katsuki Yuuri amazes people even without them knowing who he really is. Thumbs up!

Comfort Zone by BertholdvonMoosburg, Gen, 8.9k
Yuuri decides to go back to school. He’d really like to experience being normal again for a while, and he wants friends, not more fans.It’s hard to keep two lives separate. Love this!

Yuuri Katsuki, MA by BertholdvonMoosburg, Teen, 10k
Two years. Two years she’d known Yuuri Katsuki, since that welcome reception where he’d looked so uncomfortable and she’d invited him to the pub. He had been a mystery at first, friendly but closed off. When he finally let her into his life, she found a real friendship with this warm, expressive, gentle man. And with his warm, expressive, extra-as-fuck husband. Thumbs up!

My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra, Gen, 6.3k
Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband. HAHAH THIS IS GREAT

Ethical Dilemmas in Sport Psychology: When Googling Your Friend Gets Weird by Adrianners, Teen, 1.5k
Grad student Yuuri is late to his study group, but nobody has his phone number or university email. One “Yuuri Katsuki Wayne State” Google search later and… Why does Yuuri have a Wikipedia page? Awesome fic!

Showing Results for ‘Katsuki Yuuri’ by Ferrero13, Gen, 3.9k
Victor makes it his goal to get Katsuki Yuuri, figure skater, to the first page of Google results. There is no way he could let such a brilliant skater be overshadowed by Katsuki Yuuri, winner of some stuffy academic medal, who is probably 50 and balding. I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO SO MUCH

A Real Life Cinnamon Roll by Seito, 2.1k
Yuuri Katsuki’s students knew three things about their new teacher:
1) he was adorable
2) he was extremely passionate about teaching them
3) based off the lovesick expression he often wore, his wife was a lucky woman. I LOOOOVE THIS FIC

How do you not know? by missykristy, Teen, 4.5k
Yuuri Nikiforov-Katsuki, after retiring from competitive skating at 27, decides to go back to school and build on top of his Communications degree. He becomes the Teaching Assistant to a first year Japanese class and is more than happy to stay silent about his career. But honestly, a quick Google search and he’s there. How could you not know? Fun read!

And the answer is… by nessiesaur, Gen, 1.5k
Yuuri Katsuki is adorable, but also one of the most mature people in their class. Yuuri Katsuki is in her study group, which definitely saved her ass on the midterm. Yuuri Katsuki is…wait, who is he!?

A Prince in Disguise by lourthor, Gen, 5.1k
The one thing his classmates know about him for sure is that he loves his husband. Such a good fic!

Long time no see by ddugeun, Gen, 4.8k
“Mum? What’s wrong?” he might be 27 and retired, but his anxiety never gets easier about the smaller things.
“Yuuri! Oh, don’t worry, nothing’s wrong!” Hiroko chirped through the speakers. It’s not quite enough to quell his nervous thoughts just yet. “I got a letter for you in the post; it looked quite important so I opened it incase it was time sensitive, and it turns out it’s a high school reunion invite!” High school reunion AU… you have to read this!

icebreaker by Cesare, Gen, 6.1k
Marianne gets to know Yuuri Katsuki mainly because she never heard the name “Yuuri” before their class together. AWESOME fic!

five theories about victor “my husband” nikiforov (+ one fact) by dadvans, Not Rated, 2.1k
No one knows the truth about the strange, well-paying man who comes into the bar three times a week and only talks about his husband. But everyone has their theories. Rec’d by my followers!

I don't think people who say we're overreacting about Wonder Woman understand

When you’re a girl, you don’t get to see women be cool, not as often as boys get to see men be cool.

You don’t get to see them fly and fight bad guys and be people you want to BE, do you know what I mean?

Guys get the cool super powers and girls get romance subplots.

Girls with powers are reduced to smaller roles and we have to make up fanfics and extended material that makes them the main character cuz male writers don’t need them for anything but romance plots.

Just look at girls on Tumblr.

Obsessed with white males.

Love em.

Can’t get enough of that white guy named Chris.

Why?

I assume because they’re attractive in every socially constructed way.

And because they get to be the telekinetic, edgy angsty guy whose mom died who deserves all of our sympathy and attention.

So when people say Wonder Woman is a great movie but people are exaggerating how important it is that she be a role model, or that girls should look up to their mothers…

Like you don’t get how cool it is to be able to see someone like you do cool stuff. Your mom is great but she’s mundane, no offense to mothers. She’s not magical, she’s the kind of person you don’t appreciate until you’re older. And she’s not the type of person EVERYONE knows and recognizes and looks up to. Wonder Woman is, well now she really is. And she’s visible, she’s much more tangible, as fictional characters always ARE to mainstream audiences. So little girls get to see this awesome fictional lady…

-and you don’t have to pretend you’re a guy.

You don’t have to pretend that you’re not different from the people we’ve been told are the “desirable” people to be.

Wonder Woman is not only a great movie and a lovely social commentary.

But on a basic level, the more subconscious level of internalized feelings, of self identity and self love ?

I mean, are you a heartless monster or do you really have a problem with girls, and boys too, seeing a woman kick ass and not be the object of desire.

But the person everyone wants to be?

You show girls that they can be awesome, that they have more of a role in human existence than just being shallow love interests and you show boys that there are women they can look up to.

You got this larger than life woman acting as an icon for everyone, and for ONCE, this icon is female. Yes, the human race is represented, and idealized, in super heroes. Who are often male. Which says that our idealized self…is male.

So Wonder Woman being an idealistic superhero, our perfect self, the human shaped being we want to be…well. She’s female and BY WANTING TO BE HER…we say that there is nothing wrong with being female.

And yes yes yes yes argue that they have real life women they could look up to.

But do you really think most little boys want to learn about Madam Curie or Queen Isabella or Antoinette?

That’s boring history stuff.

Wonder Woman reaches a huge audience.

She’s more tangible, for children that is.

She feels more real than stuffy historical figures.

Stop acting like Wonder Woman being a role model is to be underplayed or devalued.

It’s important for people to feel EXCITED and exhilarated by a super hero who’s not a straight white snarky nihilistic male.

It gets their dusty little hearts beating and their minds thinking, hopefully.

Will it change anything politically, no.

Wonder Woman can’t impeach trump unfortunately.

But can it change how girls see themselves, how boys see women, how people look at what it means to be human?

Well maybe.

So TL;DR- shut up. Wonder Woman is amazing. And shame on you for trying to take her away from children, you’re a menace and I need to talk to you, adult to adult.

I want you more than I can even comprehend.
I’ll love you forever, this love is
Real not pretend.
I want you by my side every day
Until my life ends.
—  Tenari Ioapo// Confessions of a woman madly in love #20.
Enough is Enough

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,067

Warnings: slight panic attack, language, asshole Dean 

Request: Can I request an imagine where the reader lives with the brothers at the bunker & Dean is always a jerk to her & then one day she has a panic attack & then fluff ensues…

Summary: Reader has lived & hunted with the boys for 3 years & usually puts up with Dean being a dick pretty well. One night, she can’t take anymore and has a panic attack.

A/N: Enjoy!! Feedback greatly appreciated!! And thank you to @mamapeterson for just reading over this before I posted it lol wasn’t too confident on it tbh but I hope y’all like it!!

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I’ve just been thinking today about how amazing a show Leverage is. I mean you have a drunk-ex-insurance guy who is a genius who’s whole goal in life is to help people (ie. while simultaneously being a control hungry bastard), a woman who could con herself into being queen of the universe while drunk, a dangerous ex-military guy who can filet a steak or punch you unconscious or be trusted with your firstborn because he’s phenomenal with kids, a hacker with skills like nobody’s business and charisma like woah, and finally the best thief in the entire world who loves cereal more than life.  I just…LEVERAGE. I’ve seen it beginning to end like 3 times over and it’ll never be enough.

I know they’re just fictional characters, it’s been 78 years and this is not good for my blood pressure, but it physically pains me when people take the best scenes of Sasuke caring as proof of how much he doesn’t care.

Sasuke can’t word. Like, at all. He’s absolutely terrible at stuff like giving verbal reassurance or even at explaining himself clearly. He’s your go-to guy if you have a meteorite problem or an alien problem or… some other highly unlikely problem like that, but to assume that he possesses the basic skills necessary to send an obligatory ‘get well soon’ card to someone without accidentally insulting the person’s intelligence and ancestors in the process would be a mistake.

To make things even more hilarious (or sad depending on the context) it’s not even a tsundere thing. He doesn’t say the opposite of what he means, he says exactly what he means but in such a succinct and blunt fashion it leaves people feeling like he’s being purposefully vague or just straight up rude. This is because Sasuke can not only not word but he also can’t people, so he’s the type who will assume that his partner in conversation will just get what he means if he gives them a nudge – or a hn, I suppose – in the right direction. A prime example of this would be every time he called Sakura “annoying” when what he really meant was, “I already decided to leave you and everyone else I care about behind so could you maybe stop actively reminding me of how incredibly difficult that was,” as well as this glorious mess right here:

What Sakura thinks Sasuke just said: My life is none of your business.

What Sasuke thinks Sasuke just said: It’s my road to redemption. You have nothing to do with my sins. [It doesn’t matter whether or not I want you with me because this isn’t your cross to bear. I can’t expect you to leave your family and friends behind and put your career on hold in favor of wandering around the continent with me while I sort out the mess that is my life. You have a life of your own and while I’m grateful for your offer, I care about you too much to take you up on it.] *forehead poke*

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I love everything about her, and I’m not a guy who says that lightly, I’m a guy who has faked love his entire life, I’m a guy who thought love was just something idiots felt, but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted to. And there have been times when I wanted to. It has been overwhelming and humbling, and even painful at times, but I could not stop loving her any more than I could stop breathing. I’m hopelessly, irretrievably in love with her.                                                                                                                                                                             M o r e  t h a n  s h e  k n o w s.

Supergirl AU

Cat Grant knows her assistants are cheating, she just doesn’t know how yet.

She even knows the exact date it started almost two years ago, when suddenly her constant stream of incompetent aides began to improve, to last longer. All her life her assistants have been barely adequate, but for some reason the last handful have gotten sharper and sharper. 

It’s been three weeks with this new one and, while his performance within CatCo is lackluster at best, he has yet to make a single mistake with her coffee or food orders. And if there is one thing Cat values more than all else its what she consumes; she spends all day creating media for the consumption of millions so what she herself takes in is of the highest priority.

This week she had a stress headache and she sent him off with a screech to get her some sustenance. Now she had very low expectations for this, so imagine her surprise when he comes back with a perfectly made bacon wrapped hamburger (her headache guilty pleasure) and a medium latte with just a dash of cinnamon. 

There is no way on Earth that this Witt fellow should know about that. Her guilty pleasures are closely guarded secrets, and Cat Grant has never explicitly told anyone about her infatuation with bacon and cinnamon (both separate and together). And yet when she needed it the most, he just happens to get it exactly right. This assistant hasn’t even made it a month yet; there’s no way he knows this is a weakness of hers.

Which means there’s a snitch somewhere feeding answers to her assistants.

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The Bookstore

Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
The Bookstore
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Love always,
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom

“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.

Ghost

Requested.

Song or quote: Gotten by Slash Feat. Adam Levine 
Who: Bucky Barnes 


So nice to see your face again, tell me how long has it been
Since you’ve been here. You look so different than before
But still the person I adore, frozen with fear 


HYDRA had kidnapped [Y/N] for leverage on Captain America back in the forties. Little did they know that even though [Y/N] was a good friend of Steve Rogers, she would have been more useful in using her against Sergeant Barnes. She was the love of his life, the one dame who could take his breath away every single time she walked into a room. She had powers over him that he never thought a woman could have. But, sure enough [Y/N] had them and fell just as hard. 

Fast forward to when HYDRA had their files leaked, JARVIS caught and deciphered most of them. Leaving Steve with the information that a girl he had grown up with was frozen in time just like he had been. There was no argument on whether or not he would go get her because before he could discuss with anyone, he was already on his way. 

It took months for her cope with the fact that her last memory was being bound and gagged against her will with scientists hooking IV’s and strange equipment to her body and then the next, she was waking up to a familiar face but in an unfamiliar time. Struggle was an understatement because she couldn’t understand how any of the things she was going through was actually happening. 

But, time was the only thing that would help her. And eventually, she adapted. [Y/N] wasn’t quite as strong as the others but where she lacked in strength, she made up for in her precision. [Y/N] could calculate fight sequences before they happened, and it was like every weapon you threw in her hand, she knew exactly how to use it despite the fact that she had never picked up one prior. It was scary how she never missed and [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to tell you how she knew how to do some of things that she could do. She just knew.


“The Winter Soldier’s a ghost, huh?” [Y/N] said sarcastically as she watch the shadow move across the rooftops through her scope. Re-positioning the rifle against her shoulder, she looked through the scope again. “Looks well and alive to me.”

“Do you have a clear shot?” Steve asked. 

“Oh yeah, I’ve got a real clear shot.” Zooming her scope in, “Do we want him dead or alive?” 

“Dead.” 

“Dead.” 

Alive.” Steve growled. 

[Y/N] chuckled, “Alive it is.” Just as she was about to move her aim towards the man’s shoulder, she caught sight of a pair of eyes that she hadn’t seen in a long time. “No.” She whispered, low enough for her team members to not hear. 

“Hello? [Y/N] you going to take the shot?” Natasha asked, her tone a little annoyed. “He’s going to get away!”

Struggling to regain her focus, she desperately tried to get a good aim on him before he ducked down between two buildings. Cursing in her head, she yanked the rifle away from herself. Running her hands through her hair, she kicked the rooftop railing. “Steve, private talk, now.” 

In minutes, the kid she knew from Brooklyn was waltzing through the rooftop stairwell. His face was laced with concern and slight annoyance. “[Y/N]? What happened? You said you had a clear shot.” He removed his earpiece and turned it off, watching as [Y/N] did the same. 

[Y/N] inhaled deeply, her eyes staring up at the dark sky. “I never asked you about Bucky because I didn’t want to know.” 

Steve’s brows knitted together, he had always wondered why [Y/N] never asked about Bucky. At first, he thought it was because she didn’t remember but after she started to recall memories, it didn’t make sense why she didn’t ask about the man who swept her off her feet all those years ago. “Okay? I’m not trying to be insensitive right now, [Y/N], because I know how much Buck meant to you but why is this relevant?”

She ignored his question, “What did Bucky and I used to tell each other every single day before we left to go our separate ways?”

Steve could never forget, it was like clockwork every time they’d say goodbye or goodnight to each other. Steve had so desperately wanted a relationship like that, to look a girl and just have the words slip right out his mouth before he even thought about them. “Bucky would ask you to smile and he’d say, ‘you’ve got the best damn smile in this town, a smile I could never forget even if I tried.’ And you would follow with, ‘and you’ve got the best damn pair of blue eyes I’ve ever seen, eyes I will never forget in a million years.’”

[Y/N] smiled, trying to remember the last time they had shared those loving words. She wasn’t sure if he actually meant it, but she sure did. “I meant that, every single word.” 

Steve nodded, unsure of where this was going but not going to interrupt her trip down memory lane because perhaps this was why she missed the opportunity to shoot the Winter Soldier. If she needed to vent, Steve wasn’t going to stop her. “I know, and Buck did too.” 

“Steve, what exactly happened to Bucky?”

He inhaled, “Long story short and to spare you the details, he died during one of our missions.” 

[Y/N] turned away from him, looking at the spot where the Winter Soldier had just been. “What was the mission?”

“To destroy HYDRA bases,” Steve stepped forward, concerned. “[Y/N] why are you suddenly interested in this now?”

A tear slid down her cheek, as she turned to face Steve. “You and I are not the only ones who were frozen in time.” Inhaling deeply, she firmly spoke through her teeth. “The Winter Soldier is a ghost, Steve. It’s Bucky, I know because I saw his eyes.”


Kind of tempted to do a part two. Anyone interested? 

Let’s talk about 2x19 Maggie Sawyer for a moment

We finally got to see her in action and learn a bit more about her this episode.

She is a very skilled Detective, who takes her job seriously, and the fact she was the one negotiating in the hostage situation, shows that she is most likely a high ranked, well respected officer, who knows her shit, and gets the job done. She is also in the science devision department, which is safe to assume that only high rank officers get to be in. All in all Maggie has a really good job, maybe even a promotion to a higher rank, is not that far fetched for her character.

It is established that she is a successful woman. 

Down to the end of the episode, she tries to work every possible way to save Alex, but when the end is near, and the criminal doesn’t break, and she knows it’s a dead end from then on, and Alex’s life is at stake,

Maggie “detective of the year” Sawyer is willing to throw her life to the garbage, if it means to save Alex’s life. 

Her releasing a prisoner, is not a minor offense, it can actually cost her job, AND her freedom. But Maggie is so deep now, that a life without Alex is not worth living, she doesn’t care if she goes to jail for years, if it mean Alex is safe and alive. She is ready to sacrifice everything for her, and she proceeded to do so, and if it was not for supergirl stopping her, she would have done it. 

It reminds me of J’onn revealing himself on s1 to save Alex, and telling her later “I would spend a thousand years in this cell if it meant to keep you and your sister, safe” 

Like J’onn then, Maggie has nobody else in this world, other than Alex, and without her, she can’t imagine her life, without her there is probably no reason to keep on living. So sacrificing herself was the only option.

Maggie Sawyer, a selfless, caring woman who loves Alex Danvers unconditionally. Because Alex Danvers helps her heal all her wounds and traumas of the past. Alex Danvers makes her life livable.

Needless to say that Floriana was PHENOMENAL, I hope she gets more screen time next season. 

If you go onto boy/male positivity posts and say shit like, “I think you meant girls”, or “More like girls!”, or anything like that, you can go fuck yourself.

Men and boys are precious cinnamon rolls who want nothing more than to provide and protect. They just want to love their partners, love their family. They want to have fun and live life to the fullest, just like any woman.

Boys are great, okay? Don’t try to ruin positivity posts made for them just because you’re a misandrist.

Guys, gentlemen, you all are lovely and handsome, and precious and I love you and hope you have a good day!

anonymous asked:

1. Can you explain how River is a feminist icon when her ENTIRE character is COMPLETELY caught up in the fact that she's destined to be the Doctor's wife and then just dying for that? From Let's Kill Hitler all the way to Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead, her whole arc was about her being the Doctor's wife and then dying to save him. So how does that make her feminist when she's literally stripped of every ounce of agency she has? Because she "kicks ass"? That doesn't make her feminist.

2. I’m not trying to be a dick, just curious why you think that. I’ve always taken her to be another example of Moffat’s horrible track record with women being slavishly devoted to the Doctor (if you respond to this, you can copy & paste this into the above one, there was just a letter limit here :P

River’s character isn’t about being stripped of agency and just conforming to fate. River is a character who begins life forced to be something and who overcomes any confinement, expresses her will against it all. She’s empowering because she is handed a life full of people trying to control her and she throws it all off every time, never living on anything less than her own terms.

Trapped as a kid in a suit as a weapon? Breaks her way out, crosses continents to be with her loved ones on her own terms. Told to kill a man? Winds up choosing not to, asking her parents and trusting their judgement to guide her in that choice. She falls in love with him and that’s something she clings, to not just because she loves him but because it’s something totally hers, her own choice and her own emotions and her own life. Dumped in prison? She breaks out regularly to do whatever she wants, and that’s not just hang with the Doctor, as we’ve seen before in the show. She’s got an archaeology career which she does put to use in her own adventures. She even steals the TARDIS regularly to go off without the Doctor, she’s not just some weeping damsel throwing herself at him. She dies to save him, yeah. He’s planning to do the manpainy heroic sacrifice thing and she refuses to have any of it because it would erase that life she spent so much time building and fought so many battles to make utterly hers. So she takes the place of the Doctor to save the day. And in return, he sticks her in an afterlife, one she refuses to be contained to. She hops around still in dreams and as a ghost, still hanging with the Paternosters, still roaming the universe even as a data ghost, still calling the Doctor out and yeah, still loving him.

There’s nothing unfeminist about loving someone (and it’s certainly not a slavish devotion, nor is it for Clara, Amy, etc, and I think that’s rather uncomfortable to suggest; if any new series character exhibits slavish devotion it’s Rose, and her mum calls her out on that, and Rose is still heroic and her own person). Love’s just a thing many people do. It in no way defines all she is. River is surrounded by many complex machinations and forces trying to hold her in, sure, but the point is that she never once is defined by any of it. She is her own person who owns her own life, her own desires, her own everything. This is the woman who, to quote Moffat, “got married about 428 times. Once for each gender.” Who takes on dictators and oppressors and steals precious artifacts from genocidal villains. Who was a pawn who became a queen. Who always comes out on top.

River is so, so, so much more than just kicking ass, though I love that she does that, too. A bisexual action heroine who asserts her agency every time and is allowed to be so so complex and compelling and wonderful. I adore her, and her continual fight to be herself no matter who tries to hold her back inspires me.

‘Queerness,’ to me, isn’t just about being L, G, B, or T. It’s about finding new models for relationships, for gender, for love, for life. I consider it more of a political word than a sexual one. It applies to my self-expression, it applies to my friendships, and it applies to my son’s new family. When my best female friends surprised me with a baby shower in a bar and gave me gifts that I could use after my son was born, that was queer. When they camped out in the hospital during my labor to welcome Leo to the world, that was queer. And when the same woman who went to kissing parties with me later held me while I sobbed after saying goodbye to my son, that, too, was queer.

Soooo :D after you all requested it (about 3 ppl did - but just let me exaggerate in peace) here is part 3 of Isak and Even doing trust excercises <3 
it starts up right where part 2 ended so if you want to read those first: Part 1 / Part 2 

When they stepped back from each other Isak looked over to Magnus and Vilde. Vilde had a frown on her face that changed into a too bright smile when she caught his gaze. Magnus looked a bit deflated when he saw how close Isak and Even had been. The other two had stopped close in front of each other when both decided this was as close as was comfortable, but there was still a hand length between their bodies.

They had been pretty happy with themselves (especially when most of the other couples had stopped a meter or further away from each other) until their eyes landed on Isak and Even. Who were obviously trying to morph into each other to be closer, toes stacked, noses pressed against each other, touching from chests to knees.

Even shot Mags an encouraging smile as the woman – maybe Lille? – announced the next test.

“Everyone, take one of these scarfs,” she said as she went around and handed each couple one of the colorful fabrics.

“I want the light blue one,” Even stage whispered to Isak who rolled his eyes with pure fondness.

“You’re a child, Even.” But nevertheless he hurried over to where the women was and plucked the light blue one from her arm (this got him a rewarding cheek kiss).

“Blindfold your partner and take your place behind them,” came the instruction. Even raised his brows at Isak and grinned.

“So, nothing new there,” he said as he turned his back to Isak who snorted at his words.

Magnus gave a high pitched “What?” at that which got ignored by the other three.

The next exercise was to guide your partner just with your voice through an obstacle course that the woman – Laura? God, he knew it had been something with L – placed on the ground in front of them.

While the woman talked on about how important it was to completely trust your partner for this Isak rested his hands on Even’s hips and his chin on Even’s shoulder. Even leaned into him a bit and tugged on one of Isak’s hands. He understood the gesture and wrapped his arms around Even’s middle.

When it was time to start Isak placed a quick kiss to the shoulder his chin had been resting on and untangled his arms from around him.

“Ok, go one step forward. For the record, we are talking about normal human-sized steps.” Even laughed and took a relatively moderate step forward.

“Don’t do any of your long spider steps.” This got Isak an offended scoff.

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Lesbian History:

Anne Lister (1791–1840)

  • was a well-off  landowner, diarist, mountaineer and traveller (the first woman to climb Mont Perdu)
  • kept diaries which chronicled the details of her daily life, including her lesbian relationships, her financial concerns, her industrial activities and her work remodeling historical houses
  • her diaries contain more than 4,000,000 words including very intimate and graphic details about her sexual and romantic relationships which she wrote in code, as well as exactly how she preferred to seduce women
  • was noted for her ‘masculine appearance’ (read: hella butch)

“I love and only love the fairer sex… my heart revolts from any love but theirs.” - Journals, 29 October 1820

“I know how to please this fair maiden of mine” - Journals, 1820

a business-oriented, athletic, house-flipping lesbian i…. wow. if birkenstocks existed in 1820 she woulda had a pair.

A different gym experience

So, I had an Experience the other day that I’d like to share. I’m low-key surprised how much it’s affecting me.

Lately I’ve been feeling like I needed something different for my exercise life. I’ve been slacking off and I feel it. It’s hard to get my ass to the gym, what I do when I’m there feels pointless. I don’t know what the goal is, or how to progress, or what’s the best things to do to help my particular body. Then a close friend wrote a long testimonial about a small gym he belongs to, and how they operate, and how it changed his life. So I decided to give them a call. It’s an independent, local studio owned by a husband and wife team. The woman welcomed me warmly when I came in for an assessment.

Great. An assessment. A word all of us fat folks just love, right?

The studio (I hesitate to call it a gym) is tucked away on a back street, barely more than an alley. It’s quiet. It’s all open space - no machines, or very few. All their exercises are done free standing, with weights, ropes, pulleys. This studio operates on the “small group personal training” model. They recognize that having individual attention is the best way to get the best results, but that most people don’t want to shell out megabucks for a one-on-one trainer, so they do small groups of no more than five. Plenty of individual attention from your coach, who knows exactly where you are in your workouts before the session, but nobody’s breathing down your neck. 

The owner asked me extensive questions about how I felt. Did I have pain or tightness anywhere? Do I sit a lot at my job? Did I have any symptoms or conditions? How do I feel on a daily basis? What activities do I like to do, what would I like to be able to do?

Then she took me through a thorough physical assessment. She measured my resting standing posture from a bunch of angles. She used tools to measure angles and distances between various parts of my skeleton. She had me hold a few very specific positions and then resist her pushing on my leg or arm to isolate specific muscles. She measured my range of motion in all my joints, the resting positions of my limbs, my flexibility in various positions.

She showed me around their studio. There were about eight people there, in two groups, each with a coach. That’s about as many as would ever be there, she said. The people exercising ranged from a woman bigger than me to a very fit-looking older guy. Everyone was relaxed as they sweated, everyone was smiling and interacting. Music was playing, but it was moderate-volume 80s pop. There were no TVs. It was…peaceful.

I signed up for their two-week trial. My first session would be a one-on-one session, with her, to teach me good form for the exercises they do, so that in my first group class I’ll feel like I know what I’m doing.

It wasn’t until I was leaving that it hit me.

She never weighed me. Or measured my body fat.

She never even mentioned it. She never asked if I had a goal weight, or how much weight I wanted to lose. The only time it came up was when we went over the “goals for my program” I listed on the intake paperwork, and that came from me. She only talked about me getting stronger, alleviating joint pain (my knees ain’t super great, yo), and feeling better.

In fact, I looked around as I was leaving - there wasn’t even a scale in the place.

I think I’m gonna like it.

[Note: I have specifically not mentioned the name of the studio - if you live in Columbus and would like to know, please message me and I’ll be happy to share it]

Sea Mechanic really blossomed in this episode and I really have a lot of feelings so let me just start by telling y’all that the whole reason why I love them was embodied in this episode.

Raven is a bruised and worn out woman who has been put through the meat grinder more times than I can count. She is brash and strong and hungry for success. She embraced the fight to survive lifestyle when she fell to earth. She didn’t chose this life. She is tired.

And Luna…

Luna was raised by warriors, taught to fight and kill so that she can lead her people. She was thrust into this violent system where she had to fight to ensure her survival in a world where those who shared her blood wanted her dead. She didn’t chose this life. She too, is tired.

But Luna made a choice. She chose to run and embrace the softness in herself and of the sea. She decided that the grounder way of life was not for her and she abandoned the violence that once defined her so that she could start over. And when the madness of the life that she had left behind caught up with her in the form of an AI chip and a nuclear fallout, the girl who fell from the sky, who has had to fight to keep herself alive and the girl who floats at sea and lives for peace, found each other.

There is something cosmic between them. Raven can reach the fighter in Luna when no one else can. And when our star child is a mess of rage and violence, Luna is the one to find the calm in her. There is something beautiful about these two, bringing out the best in the other when they need to reach into the parts of themselves that they have kept suppressed for so long.

You're beautiful

(A/N): I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Request: Hi! Can I have a angsty with fluff at end fic where Steve and the reader are together but one day the reader has a breakdown because she thinks she’s not good/strong/beautiful enough to be with him? Like she looks at girls at sharon and thinks ‘I’m not as good as her’ and stuff. Thx❤❤❤

Warnings: Angst? Swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @superwholockian309, @holland-toms, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by oursisthefvry

   (Y/N) wasn’t skinny enough, wasn’t pretty enough, wasn’t talented enough. She had stretch mark, little rolls of fat, she didn’t have perfect skin and hair, she couldn’t even throw a punch. She was so unlike every girl Steve Rogers had ever encountered so why the hell would he want to be with her?

    This was a question (Y/N) often found herself asking. She knew she wasn’t good enough for Steve, if anything she was dragging him down, dulling his superstar Avenger life. For hell’s sake he could have chosen any woman in the avengers or shield and any one of them would be better than her. Like Nat; tall, skinny, sensual, smart, sarcastic and witty, everything (Y/N) wished she could be. Sharon; sweet, beautiful, smart, very well out together. Hell, even Peggy was a better woman than (Y/N) and she was dead. 

   Steve had interacted with all these great, beautiful women, he could have chosen any single one and yet here he was with (Y/N), the ice cream loving, nerdy, non avenger. Perhaps he was only with them out of pity? Maybe he did it as a dare? (Y/N) was attempting to come up with a logical explanation for why the worlds most attractive man would want someone like her; nerdy, meek, especially when he could have some amazing agent, someone tall and skinny and fast and strong- everything (Y/N) was not.

    (Y/N) often found herself battling with these kind of thoughts and usually she was able to push them away but not today. Today Steve was out training with Nat, Bucky, Sam, and Sharon all at once. Two amazing, beautiful girls. What if he came home and realized how atrocious (Y/N) was? Maybe he’d realize he deserved better, someone more like him. It was thoughts like these that drove (Y/N) to where she was now, curled up in bed, sobbing into her pillows.

    The thoughts were too painful for her, they made her chest and head ache, her stomach felt heavy and full of lead, not to mention the way her eyes burned with each passing tear. God- she just wanted the pain to end. She just wanted to be better, skinnier, prettier, stronger-

        The front door creaking open is what stilled the negative thoughts momentarily. The soft creak of boots on hardwood filled the air, a sound that usually had (Y/N) rejoicing but not today, today it had her wanting to recoil in sadness and disgust.

    “(Y/N), you still up sweetie?” Steve poked his was into the room, quickly scanning around before his gaze landed on the lump of blankets and body upon the bed. Steve smiles softly as he trudges over, taking a seat beside (Y/N) gently. (Y/N) managed to silence her cries for now, hopefully Steve would shower or be in bed soon so that (Y/N) could carry on her little crying session. 

   Steve reaches out with his hand to brush some hair away from (Y/N)’s face but he stops halfway there, confusion confronting his features. 

   "(Y/N), have you been crying?“ Steve asks softly, still not wanting to wake her up if she had fallen asleep. (Y/N) had managed to keep it together, she’d stopped her tears after hours of weeping but as soon as Steve asked if she had been crying the water works started once again. Immediately Steve grew more than concerned as (Y/N) began to sob again, her entire body heaving with the effort. ”(Y/N)? (Y/N), what’s wrong?“ Steve tried to talk to (Y/N) but it was pointless when she was crying so hard. All he could do for now was hold her close and wait the tears out, sooner or later (Y/N)’s tears would stop and he’d be there to comfort her when they did.

    It took hours of soft touches, slowly pettings, and loving words of reassurance for (Y/N) to finally settle back down. She curled up in his lap limply, the effort of crying having depleted all of her energy but Steve wasn’t done with her yet- he still needed answers. 

   "Can you tell me why you were crying doll?” Steve asks gently, as though he were talking to an injured animal. (Y/N) shakes her head, biting her lip as she does. She always had hated opening up about things, especially her feelings to be exact. Steve knew she felt like a burden, that’s why she hated talking about herself, but now that (Y/N) was limp with exhaustion he knew she’d be easier to crack. “Come on baby,” Steve whispers as he rubs his thumbs under her eyes, slowly wiping away her tears. 

   "No-“ (Y/N) hiccups, shaking her head once again. "It’s stupid and petty,”. 

   "But if it’s hurting you the I want to know, I want to make you feel better,“ (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes wide with hesitancy and still brimming with tears. 

   "I- I-” (Y/N) sighs, tucking their head under Steve’s chin for assurance. “I’m not good enough for you Steve, I’m not pretty enough or skinny enough. I don’t even know how to fight either. I’m weighing you down. You should be with one of your teammates, someone like Nat or Wanda…” Steve looks at (Y/N) for what feels like forever before he slowly parts his lips to respond. 

   "Are you serious? This is what you’re worried about?“ (Y/N) recoiled in fear, already knowing he had to have been angry about her being upset. 

   "I’m sorry,” (Y/N)’s tears return, making her voice quiver with emotion. “I told you it was stupid and petty,”

    “No, it’s not that,” Steve shakes his head, his hands settled on (Y/N)’s waist softly. “I just- I can’t believe you’d say those things about yourself, you’re so beautiful and so talented, I can’t even- I can’t even begin to fathom what living without you would be like.” Steve sighs as he slides his hands up and down (Y/N)’s spine, only slightly soothing her. “I don’t want anyone else either, I don’t want Nat or Wanda or Sharon, I want you (Y/N), no one else. You’re absolutely perfect for me, my life would be complete shit without you,” Steve tilts her chin up, smiling at her gently. 

   "You’re so beautiful (Y/N), more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love your sweet smile,“ Steve rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s, causing her to scrunch her nose up and giggle sweetly. "I love you’re beautiful eyes,” Steve presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s brow bone, letting his lips linger there for a bit before he pulled away. “I love your soft cheeks,” Steve presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s cheeks, smiling a bit when (Y/N) blushed and smiled. “I love your arms, even if you hate them. I love your hands too, they fit so perfectly in mine,” Steve lifts (Y/N)’s hand up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to each knuckle. “And I especially love your cute stomach, even if you think it’s ugly and horrendous,” Steve manages to lay (Y/N) down gently all the while slowly kissing down her body, stopping at her stomach to softly kiss that too. He also paid special attention to her stretch marks, knowing how much she hated them.

    “I love your cute thighs,” Steve presses a series of kisses to each thigh, nearly beaming when (Y/N) laughed and tried to squirm away. “I love the way you’re always curious for knowledge, I love how you constantly drag me to some small old store you found, I love how we can just curl up together and eat some wonderful food you made, I love how sweet and sensitive you are. But most of all,” Steve slowly creeps forward, his lips just barely grazing (Y/N)’s. “I love you,”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've just started testosterone and was wondering how to deal with feeling like 'less of a man' than cis men due to penis size? The expectation from women to have a big penis is overwhelming for cis men as it is, but what about trans men? Particularly those of us who haven't had lower surgery? Thank you!

First I must say I too haven’t had surgery yet. I just can’t afford it myself and this journey is a life long process. My manhood is not measured by what I carry but how I carry myself. Cis men should want to be more like me. Not the other way. I know both truths and lies and if I choose to live lies to appease others then so shall be my life. I choose to help others build their armor and instead of becoming a mold we can be the mold!!!

As for relationships, if the woman that I meet truly cared about my penis than she is not the one for me. I need a woman who loves me and my manhood as I am and willing to walk this journey at my side.