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the three stages of getting ready in the morning: vulcan, human, and whothefuckinventedmorning

#i love how emma tries to deny there’s anything going on #while she continues to feel up her fiance #girl’s mouth says no #girl’s hand says #get the fuck out #can’t you see i’ve got a pirate to ravish? #meanwhile #killian’s whole being just screams #not now snow #get the hell out of my house #or you’re going to watch me fuck your daughter on the kitchen table

Valentine’s Day, 11:07pm

Time is slipping away as you wait for Bucky to return home from a mission so you can celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
 This pure, shameless fluffy fluff…no really.

Word Count: 2,322

A/N: I was sitting in a creative meeting today and we were looking at some vintage designs when I spotted something that just screamed for a story.  I can’t tell you what it was here but it’s down below ;)  So for the next hour I tried to discreetly type out on my phone the story that was running through my head while also trying to pay attention to my coworkers. Be warned that this is a quickie and hasn’t been subjected to my usual weeks and weeks of editing, rewriting and obsessing.

It’s 11:00pm in Budapest.

1:00am in Moscow.

5:00pm in the Avengers compound where you are hunched over a screen tracking the quinjet on radar.  

You’ve been silently staring at the display of vintage world clocks in the control room for hours; lulled by the sweep of the second hands as they circle slowly.

Just ten more minutes you tell yourself.  In ten minutes, Bucky will be home.

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happy (early) halloween!! kicking off the season with some halloween themed solangelo for an art collab with the super lovely @sabertooth-raccoon, who did the lines for this piece, and colored the lines i did! (check it out–saber’s coloring on this piece is incredible). this was SO much fun to color and yes, will solace is a certified potter nerd

Somewhere in the world, a girl with a bad haircut and bootcut jeans is sitting across from her uninterested friend. The girl complains again about the weird people in her HP fandom who ship NOT CANON ships.

“They’re so weird!” Says she as she refreshes her many facebook fan pages. “Why would you ship something that isn’t confirmed. Most of them are even gaaaay….”

*CRASH* I break through the wall into her house, scattering my gay edits and headcanons as I laugh maniacally. “BEHOLD!” I scream. “THE POWER OF THE GAY!”

PWS MAD (Member’s Appreciation Day)

photo: Nikos @snowghoul / edit: Pete @tvoom

The photos Nikos and I usually take/post couldn’t be any more different, I guess. I always adored Nikos’ raw and gritty approach which of course also translates in his edits. And that is what I tried to maintain while finding my very own way. I wanted colour, because… well… Nikos usually makes black and white edits, but for me this photo screamed colour. And this whole experiment was not about trying to copy the other person’s style, but to find something different. Something they might not have had in mind, but that was still in the photo. I have to be very honest and say that I was “shocked” when I got Nikos’ RAW file. Because I seriously doubted that my skills are good enough to do this VERY abstract shot justice.
After playing around with it for about three times as long as I usually spend on my own captures, I think I found my personal approach. I had to punch these dirty, snotty, slimy greens. This… Alien blood? Suddenly my mind was filled with the thought of some alien creature being shot in a dark alley.
Or in a bar… A cantina… whatever… Han shot first.

PWS MAD - Pete

I selected this kind of photo not only because at the time I was kinda low on available material but also because I was curious. How could it look at the hands of a totally different photographer than me? When Pete decided to do it I was intrigued as to what approach he would follow. I suspected it would be in color and I was very happy with the result as it is indeed very different than my usual approach, which I did post some time ago. The alien blood impression is also what came into my mind when I saw his edit, before I even read the text. Thanks a lot Pete for your time and effort!

PWS MAD - Nikos

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BUFFYVERSE + Aesthetic: Spike (for anon & iwanttoseehowitends)

“  -I’m Hungry and All I have In Mind That Sounds Appetizing Is The Sweet Sounds Of Your Screams When I Bite Into You~”

“ You’ll Let Me Won’t You?”

Been a while since i’ve done a Dark Kuroo Edit 

Chapter Six: Tuesday’s Child
Happy Mother’s Day!

I’ve had this chapter written and ready to post for a while … and then I realized I could post it on Mother’s Day! What’s Mother’s Day without a good birth scene? I’ve watched WAY too many seasons of Call the Midwife for the stereotypical hysterical-screaming/ jump-cut editing crap, so this turned out kind of long.

I could be persuaded to write Jamie’s perspective as well, if there’s an interest. ;)

Monday, November 22nd, 1543; Beauly, Scotland.
Claire.

Mid-day.

Jamie entered the room with our lunch and a cheery greeting. I arched my aching back as I reached my arms over my head and stretched in the large, feather bed. I mumbled something in reply, not fully awake yet from my third nap of the day.

At least, I thought it was the third. I wasn’t entirely sure if I fully woke up from the second. I certainly hadn’t left the bed between naps two and three.

The muscles of my abdomen cramped and a wave of nausea rolled over me. I had been having false contractions for a while now, but something had been off all day today.

This growing feeling of discomfort urged me to speak.

“Are you within the castle this afternoon?” I asked, trying to sound normal.

Jamie’s back was to me as he placed the tray on the table and began to set up our meal. “Nae, back to the stables wi’ me as soon as we’re done eatin’. Shall I bring ye anything special from the kitchens for dinner?”

Damn.

If the Laird had needed him within the castle, I could easily send for him if these mixed signals turned into anything of substance, but he was entirely too far out of reach in the stables.

I wasn’t sure how to ask him to stay without triggering some sort of childbirth panic alarm in my husband. Jamie had been hypersensitive to me this last week, ready to spring into action as soon as I gave the signal. If this wasn’t the beginning of my labor, I’d have a hovering husband and, quite possibly, an entire castle waiting for something to happen.

“I really wish you wouldn’t,” I sighed, while trying to think of a way to phrase ‘I think I’m in labor’ without actually saying ‘I’m in labor.’

“No’ hungry?” He turned, giving me a concerned look. “Ye should eat somethin’, mo nighean donn, or the bairn will complain, aye?”

The cramp strengthened, edging its way towards my lower back.

My voice shook as the feeling of discomfort within me inched closer and closer to pain. “I don’t think he’ll complain, he seems to be packing his bags at the moment.”

Jamie’s eyes grew large as understanding took hold. He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing silently like a fish out of water.

When he did find his voice, it was a good octave or two above normal. “Sh-should I fetch the midwife?”

“No!” I all but shouted. The last thing I needed right now was that decrepit old woman watching my every move.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I curled my legs up as far as they would go and pulled the blankets tighter around me. I heard him cross the room and kneel down on the floor beside me. His hand trembled as he tucked a curl behind my ear. Cracking my eyelids open just a little, I could see the panic in Jamie’s eyes. His chest heaved as he tried to remain calm.

“I think I’m having contractions, but I’m not really sure.” I whispered and brought my hand to his.

He leaned close, his nose brushing against mine, asking “Wha’ can I do, Claire?”

“Will you hold me?” All I wanted was to lay here and shut out the world, to feel his arms around me and take strength from his presence.

He crawled around me, easing himself into bed. I could feel every ounce of tension leave me as his body curled around mine. His arms, now steady and sure, gathered me close and I melted into him.

Dusk.

“You’re pacing, Jamie.”

“Hmm?” He turned to me, mind somewhere else. “Oh, aye. I suppose tha’ I am.”

I hid a smile. My contractions were more than fifteen minutes apart and the pain was still manageable, but Jamie was coming apart at the seams.

His eyes refocused on the present and he grinned sheepishly at me. “Am I botherin’ ye, mo nighean donn? Should I pace in the other room?”

“If you so much as touch that door handle, James Fraser…” I threatened, not entirely sure what I would do.

The smile broadened as he held up his hands surrender. “I willna.”

A spasm began and I realized we hadn’t really talked about his part in these proceedings.

“Promise?” I begged.

“I promise I willna leave until ye tell me to.” He vowed as he bent forward to kiss me. “An’ even then, the midwife will have to tear me away from yer side.”

The idea of giving birth without him in the room had never crossed my mind. Even in my time, husbands rarely attended the births of their children and I expected it was even more rare in the sixteenth century.

“You won’t really leave, will you?” I asked, dodging his caress. ”I need you to stay with me.”

He looked entirely skeptical, “Ye willna want me here when–”

“I’m can’t do this alone, Jamie, not again. I can’t – I won’t – do this without you.” Cutting him off, I grabbed hold of him, desperate to make him understand. “Please don’t ask me to.”

“If that is what ye wish, mo chridhe, nothing on this earth will move me.” He assured me, his face held a hint of doubt that I would really still want him at my side a few hours from now.

I let him kiss me then, his touch full of support.

We would do this as we did everything: together.

Around midnight.

“What are we at now?” I asked as a contraction gained momentum, trying to breath normally. They were in a definite pattern, each one a little closer to and stronger than the last.

Jamie checked the small pocket watch that miraculously had been in his sporran when we went thru the stones. “Tha’ was ten minutes between,” he answered as I gripped the back of a chair.

Swaying my hips slowly side to side, I tried to find relief from the pain. Jamie came up behind me and started to massage the spasming muscles of my lower back.

“Mmm,” I encouraged him. “Right there.”

The baby shifted suddenly and I desperately reached behind me for my husbands hands. I half pulled him in front of me, half turned turned towards him and buried my face in his chest.

“Jesus H Roosevelt Fucking Christ, this bloody hurts.” I groaned.

Jamie’s head lowered to mine, gently kissing the top of my head. “I’m sending for the midwife after this one is done, mo nighean donn.”

I nodded but didn’t speak.

We began to sway again, Jamie half singing, half speaking a sort of lullaby to me in Gaelic.

“Jamie?” I interrupted. “I love you, but you are a terrible singer.”

About 4:00 am

“Damn,” I muttered as a stream of amniotic fluid ran down my legs. “Here we go.”

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voltron prompt part 2 yO

haha and i’m back with more!! (tw for torture and scars and burns etc)
- keith wakes up a week later feeling like lance’s disappearance was his fault (you shouldn’t have brought the explosives bro wth??? where did you even get them keith how how how)
- everyone else kind of thinks he’s dead but keith just knows lance is still alive somewhere                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          - hunk is heart broken pig is heart broken everoyne is fuucin sad beCAUSE THEY THINK LANCE IS DEAD                                                                                                                                                         - que keith doing training everyday as much as possible, (he’s determined to become the best fighter to find lance and get him out safely) and hunk has to bring him food and pidge kicks down the door and tells him to go tHE FVCK TO SLEEP                                                                                                                                                         - and keith is perfectly fine after the explosion besides the small cut on his chin which left a scar (his helmet and armor mostly protected the rest of him)

and now back to lance

- lance wakes up in something similar to a healing pod, but he still feels terrible and not healed that well, pretty much collapsing on the floor (he’s very confused, maybe the pod was just a holding cell to keep him alive?) he kind of can’t see out of his left eye but it’s not really concerning because he’s pRETTY MUCH IN PAIN EVERYWHERE
- lance is escorted by a galra doctor to fINALLY FIX MY SON
- he wakes up with a new undercut shave and a metal circle attached behind his left ear, and a metal plate on the back of his neck (it’s pretty small, & they had to give him the undercut to put the plates on)
- also he has a new left eye (the iris can change colors but the eye is controlled by the galra so they can turn it off or flash a bright light which lance finds very annoying)
- lance is kind of upset because whO WOULDN’T BE IF YOU JUST LOST YOUR LEFT EYE SO??
- he’s confused what the metal plates are for and he thinks his haircut looks a little weird but he has more important worries on his mind like are his friends going to save him? do they think he’s dead??
- the galra are like “hey blue paladin, you’re pretty much our bait for the rest of voltron now, fun fun”                                 
- he’s basically treated as the galra’s pet, being pulled around the castle (when he does leave the room) with a weird collar thing that chokes him if he doesn’t move (he begins to go along with it, better to be humiliated than to choke to death right?)
- they put him in a holding cell (holding???) until he finishes his gladiator fights (he loses like 60% of the time because he’s not very good at fighting with spears and apparently thats all they will give him; he eventually gets better at fighting with it though) and it leaves him with scars pretty much everywhere, the biggest across his neck (the gala had to pull his opponent away before he could kill lance: no one is allowed to kill him because he’s bait for the rest of the paladins)                                                                                                                                                         - lance finds out what the metal circle is, the galra had put some sort of earbud into his hear so it’s irremovable. it plays high pitched noises if he talks back or tries to run away. he still doesn’t know what the metal rectangle is for though.                                      - once they get bored of him in the gladiator fights the galra are wondering where his friends are (surely they’d try to take him back right?) so they film him (he’s tortured for information, he’s got burns everywhere, from the bomb explosion and the torture) to send a video to voltron so they’ll give up their lions - once it’s sent they put him in an enclosed room which is pitch black and the walls are a glossy black.                                                                                                                 - que langst. he wonders if his friends will come back for him and if his family misses him at first but it arises to stuff like doubting his friends even liked him and thinking his family was glad he was gone (the type of stuff that happens when you’re trapped in solitude for a while)

and back to keith and the gang

- keith is like guys i’m 99% sure lance is alive whY WONT YOU FRIIKCIN LISTEN TO ME and they’re like how keith?? there was no one there in the remains of the hallway except you JFC
- allura tries to get into the blue lion but it won’t let her in for a few weeks, until the video comes
- a video of a very beat up looking lance is sent from the galra, its raw footage so none of it is edited out and there is a lot of cursing from lance 
- also screams but they don’t know from what, there seems not to be any physical interaction in the video
- and so keith is like “what the heck did i tell you?? he’s alive!!”
- so everyone apologizes and once that happens blue let’s allura in, on the strict conditions they find lance or shiro first
- they make a plan to storm the place with hunk and pidge distracting the galra while keith and allura sneak in
- when the plan is put into action it’s going pretty well for hunk and pidge, but keith and allura have no idea where the heck lance is being kept
- like it’s been a month or two since the video came (keith is guessing in earth terms) so they could have moved him anywhere (and they didn’t get the video for like 4 months after lance vanished, they were coming up with plans and taking out smaller galra bases trying to look for shiro) 
- right when they’re about to retreat they pass by some doors with windows and there’s someone on the table who positively looks 99% like lance
- o shit man it’s lance

to be continued ?? ill probably edit this later it sucks a$$$$$$$$$$ ahahaaaa………….,.,, by,E

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We call everything on the ice “love.”

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