i tripped yesterday


vintage beauty products i came across at a lovely antique store yesterday ♡


Skipping school to go on a road trip with Stiles.

Originally posted by gregorimghu

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Spirit in the House - Chap 4/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,483

Warnings: Ghost!Reader, Coma, Language

A/n: I’m screaming, please scream with me! 
Happy Birthday @barnesndnobles Idk what’d do without you ♥ ILY!

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Originally posted by heartsandwheels

Bucky spent the next few days in complete silence. Every time he opened the wardrobe he expected to see you.

You used to hide in there and jump out at Bucky to scare him. Now that you were gone, he missed the excitement.

Bucky kept his promise and cleaned the apartment. He even decided to take care of himself. He sat down at the kitchen table and ate with gusto. It was the first home cooked meal he had eaten in a while.

On Saturday, he agreed to go out with Steve.

“What the hell happened to your face?” Steve smirked as Bucky approached the bar.

“I cut my hair, Steve. No big deal.” Bucky rolled his eyes. Steve took Bucky into a hug and patted his back.

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anonymous asked:

Non xv related but what's your favourite KH guy you'd love to ride? Let's say they are all legal and in their mid 20s- 30s which one would you take first and which one would be your last?

This is the second time me starting this damn thing in two days because the app decided to crash in the middle of me assembling my list. Guess Tumblr mobile couldn’t handle all the sexy, LOL!

Tbh, outside of Riku? Didn’t really wanna bang anyone else KH-wise until Organization XIII came into play and gave me some more eye candy to oogle. SO…

1) Xenmas

Daddy, plz wreck me.

2) Axel
Yeah, can I get a fuckin’ uhhh…. Axel/Riku sandwich with a whole lotta me in the middle.

3) Zexion
My poor emo child, let me bang some hope back into you.

4) Marluxia
He’s so damn dramatic and flamboyant, but I’d still hit it. I have a thing for scythes.

… would possibly also admit to being total trash and would just lay down while all 5 of them did what they wanted to me.

… oh gods. An Org XIII gangbang, HALP

Miles Wood - I’m Sorry

Originally posted by adamhenriques

ALRIGHT! I’m finally back after a few days away…work has been insane and I took a little trip yesterday but I’m back in action! This is the first Miles’ one I’ve done so I hope you love it!

Request from @beuatifulcrime :  Can you please write a Miles Wood imagine of how y/n and him get into an argument right before he leaves for a road trip and while he’s gone they don’t talk and in one of his games he gets hurt badly and carried off the ice so y/n flies to the city he’s playing in to be with him in the hospital and he’s surprised by this and they both kiss and makeup. Thank you!

Miles’ voice raised to a level you had never heard before as he yelled at you. You felt yourself flinch at his words before trying to figure out what was going on.

“Miles…what the hell are you talking about,” 

He tossed your phone at you, “those.”

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anonymous asked:

prompto scenario where they're in a heated argument and (reader or prompto, you can choose) accidentally confesses? thank youuu!

This was fun, sorry they’re not angry and are more like dorks. Oops


Everything was going wrong, first the Regalia gets crashed then when you’re all facing Deadeye you got throw halfway across the field by his tail. There was still a kink in your side and you can barely feel your leg, but at least you weren’t in need of a Phoenix Down. Prompto on the other hand, had been revived several times so many times Noctis had run out. Though he had the nerve to turn around chastise you, as if you had been the one to almost die. He was totally fine now though, and that’s all that mattered to him.

Once the adrenaline wore off you knew you had a sprained ankle, and at least one broken rib. You were taking it like a champ though, no one even knew anything was wrong until you all had to drop down and you let out a shot in protest as your appendages screamed at you to stop. That’s how you found yourself being carried by Gladio as Ignis continues to question why you didn’t just tell someone you needed help.

The walk back to Wiz’s post was filled with silence from Noctis, who was probably worried about setting your ankle wrong with his magic and having to re-break it. Prompto, well he seemed to be doing his best to avoid you, gaze cast forward with no attempt to glance back. Something that meant he probably had a few words for you once you got back. The throbbing in your side made it impossible for you to care, or worry, about his wrath coming down on you.

To worried about your state to wander over to the nearest haven the boys rent out the trailer on the grounds, Gladio carrying you inside to put on the bed. It’s a team effort between Noctis and Ignis to heal your bones as best they can before they disappear from the trailer, Noctis for air and Ignis to make some semblance of a dinner on his grill (as he wants to give you some space.)

You lay alone for some time as the potion works on mending your bones, pain slowly receding. It takes a while before the trailer door opens catching your attention enough to look over. That’s when your gaze lands on Prompto, a frown on his face as he walks over and plops down on the bed beside you.

“Why did you do it?” He speaks up after lifting his gaze from the floor, frown tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Do what?” You grumble, pushing yourself up to sit with little to no protest from your joints.

“Jump in the way of a giant Behemoth so I wouldn’t get tossed like a rag doll,” he exclaims taking a deep breath as his eyebrows furrow, “You could’ve died!”

“So? You did almost die!” You grumble, shooting an apprehensive glare his way, “I just got some broken bones, nothing a potion can’t heal.” The way he looks at you shows he’d beg to differ. As if your bones were more important than his life.

“I didn’t deserve your help, I’ve been nothing but an a dick to you lately.”

Confusion bubbles in your head as you stare at the boy incredulously. You’re unable to recall a moment when the male before you was anything but kind. Sure he hadn’t been as talkative with you, but it’s not like you were expecting a sit down chat in the middle of a hunt. Besides that, everything was the same. He still shoved pictures in your face whenever the day was done, and he still begged to play King’s Knight more often than naught.

“What the hell are you talking about?

Yesterday! I tripped you down the stairs!” He chides obviously freaking out.

“By accident.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t been apologizing profusely since or anything.

“But it isn’t right to hurt the people you love!” He exclaims with a pout, tears in his eyes.

“You love me?” Silence falls as his eyes widen, realizing what he just said.

a confession

yesterday i succumbed to toxic masculinity and swam in painfully cold water just to show my Manliness or whatever


Polish or Winged Hussars were the elite cavalry of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. They often charged straight towards their enemy at a time where artillery and guns were gaining more and more popularity. Both the Ottomans and the Tatars amongst other foes, would only have to see the banners of the Husaria to feel unease suddenly emerge within their ranks.

Today the Hussars are mostly known for the elaborate ‘wings’ that riders wore. These wings could be made from a variety of materials although real bird feathers were the most common.