“But you lost,” Eric says gently, afraid Jack’s about to realize he’s made a mistake. “And you won,” Jack counters, just as gently, cupping Bitty’s face. “And you have no idea how proud I am. Six years ago you’d pass out if you got hit. Tonight you ran me into the boards twice!” “Cause you were being an asshole, Sweetpea,” Eric defends, fighting the warmth rising in his cheeks. “And it was great, but you know who helped you through that? I did,” Jack grins. “Checked you so many times you forgot you hated me. So, it’s a bit like I won too, you know? I got to see the man I love, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, fearless.” Oh. That’s. Eric grabs a handful of Jack’s jersey and pulls him down into a kiss, heedless of the flashing lights and screaming spectators. When they separate Jack’s expression is dazed. “So you’ll marry me?” Jack cradles Eric’s sweaty face and peppers kisses across his cheek. “Please say yes. Make it official.”
Hey everyone!! This is the first fic I’m posting here! I hope you all enjoy it. Please like and reblog if you liked it, and if you loved it, leave a comment! (Shameless self-promo- I also write fics for musicals on my other blog @hamiltontrashaccount, check em out) Also, thank you to @friendly-letters! She was the one who came up with this idea, and she was nice enough to let me write this! Shout out to her! Hope you like it :))
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Word Count: 1551
Warnings: Cursing, some suggestive comments
Tom was an idiot.
Sony gave him a very expensive costume and forgot to get it back from him. And what was the first thing he did with it?
Let his brother and his best friend try it on.
“Sony forgot to take away the Spider-Man costume…” Tom was saying to his camera. When he turned it off, he went to get the costume through the curtains.
“Tom,” you said. “You know, I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Sony wanted you to do with the suit.”
Tom turned to look at you. “Y/N, it’s totally fine.”
“Uh, what?” You sputtered. “Tom, I was there, a couple feet away from you, when they told you how much that suit cost. I had to pick your chin up off the floor.”
I do not care how long ago I posted it, I promise you that you will make my day 10000000X better if you say something about them. It doesn’t even have to be something super huge, you could just mention that you liked something or someone. Literally, it’ll make me cry rainbows for the rest of the week.
Hi there! I love your baby posts so much! You said earlier that Victor follows old Russian superstitions about babies. What would that entail, and do they follow them every pregnancy?
So I’m not Russian and I have no real connection to Russian traditions, but from what I understand Russians are very superstitious about pregnancy. A lot of the traditions seem to stem from the idea that you don’t want to ‘jinx’ it (for lack of a better term) and so you don’t act like you’re having a baby.
Now, granted, I don’t know how old some of these traditions are, and it could be that people don’t really practice these things anymore, but I feel like there are a couple that might be applicable even in the modern day.
The one that’s referenced in the ficlet is the idea that you shouldn’t tell anybody you’re pregnant until the pregnancy becomes visible. The traditional reason for the superstition is that if you announce your pregnancy too early, evil spirits will hear about it and try to harm your baby before it’s big or strong enough to fight them off (I think? that’s what I gather from conjecture) but in modern times it would probably be something more like, not jinxing it by announcing it too early, that kind of thing.
Another superstition is that buying baby things before birth is a bad omen, and that you should never receive baby things as a gift. As I understand it, some Russian people will give baby shower guests small amounts of money (Like, one-ruble coins) because then you’ve ‘paid’ for what you receive, and it’s not a gift.
I also have this sort of funny thought in my head of Viktor handing off his Black AmEx to Yakov moments after Irina is born healthy, and them just nodding in understanding. Yakov gathers every figure skater in Saint Petersburg to buy all the baby furniture and a whole wardrobe for Irina, and put the nursery together within like 24 hours.
Also, and this is my favorite–it used to be thought that cutting your hair while pregnant caused premature labor, and a lot of Russian people still don’t cut their hair while pregnant. I love the idea of Yuuri letting his hair grow out to the point where he has to tie it into a little ponytail at the nape of his neck, and Viktor laying behind him in bed, twirling one lock around his finger while the other hand rubs over Yuuri’s belly.
But yeah! There are probably more, and I might be getting some of them wrong, but those are the superstitions I imagine them following.
I once read your post about why you think they won't kill Shiro and it greatly comforted me at the time, but sadly with the trailers and most recent Netflix promo vid, which I think was released last night, it really does seem like the writers are starting the process of phasing him out of the narrative, or at least as a paladin of Voltron which means I don't really understand what the hell the point of season 2 and the emphasis of strengthening his bond with black was. Thoughts?
I hardly think this is phasing him out.
Think about it: they’ve set this up in such a way that if the paladins were to actually “settle” in their new formation they’d probably switch armor- Allura would take the blue armor, Lance the red, and Keith the black- which they can’t do because Shiro has the black armor.
There’s numerous hanging threads. And, as you say, if they did do that- it’d make many numerous, emotionally powerful moments utterly redundant. You can’t say Shiro paved the way for Keith to have an easy time with Black- because those hard-won victories are Shiro’s, not Keith’s.
What I kinda wonder is happening here is if they’re kind of pushing the rest of the team/challenging them to kind of catch up to Shiro in some regards? Since in the past they’ve been able to kind of rely on Shiro, since he has the year on them. He’s been dealing with all this longer.
But that’s ultimately bad for all of them. It’s limiting the growth of the younger paladins, and more importantly, it’s been leading to Shiro unhealthily holding back on his own issues and troubles because he wants to be there for everyone else instead and doesn’t want to “burden” them.
So I wonder if this is more an exercise in getting the team all on the same page a little more?
Here it is! The full version of the story I teased in this post. Thank you once again for your interest in my writing! (Please note this is an adult work of fiction and that the full version below deals with the subject of sex work and includes a scene of attempted sexual violence that may be upsetting. Read at your own discretion.)
The Edge of The Sea
The beginning of a larger, unwritten story, based on the above prompt, and turned in as my final Fiction project. This is first and foremost a rough draft, into which more research and editing will go, should I decide to pursue it further.
These days I keep stressing about importance of asking permission to repost and this is why
Anyone pls don’t do this shit. Pls no.
The day I found this person reposting my art to Instagram without my permission & credit is 22Jul, I texted them on that day and they replied me on 23Jul (Maybe the time is slightly different because of time difference).I’m sure my words are not rude but they replied okay, sorry! and just keep stealing art. Yeah they ignored my words and keep doing it, that’s what I’m angry about.
There are many bnha reposted art without credit in this acc. Ik many of them are also without permission, at least that’s what happened to mine. When ppl told them below the comment to credit the artist, they ignored it.(That’s what I saw in few posts)
Maybe you will ask why are artists so selfish why must repost with credit? That’s because IT HAS NO BENEFIT FOR ME TO LET YOU EARN LIKES WHILE NOBODY KNOWS WHO IS THE ARTIST. YOU SEE IN THE 2ND PIC MY ART GAINED oh wow 2k likes I never seen my insta posts have these many likes before BUT THOSE LIKES ARE NOT MINE. WITHOUT CREDIT AND PERMISSION YOU’RE JUST STEALING OTHER’S EFFORT TO GAIN LIKES. I DON’T CARE WHAT’S THE REASON FOR YOU TO REPOST IT JUST STOP DOING THIS, GO GET A LIFE.
DON’T MAKE ME REFUSE EVERYONE THAT ASK FOR REPOSTING MY WORK.
UPDATE: Instagram has reviewed my report and solved the problem already.Yet I will leave this post on my blog as a warning to those reposters. Thank you everyone who generously helped me in this issue, I can’t describe how much I am thankful to you all.
A/N: This chapter took forever. I must have rewritten it like 30 times and I’m still not completely happy with it, but honestly I can’t look at it anymore. It needed to be posted. I hope you guys enjoy it.. or not. *hides*
An oppressive, muggy heat closed in on her from all sides as Felicity trudged up to the door of her townhouse.
Summer in Starling City was always humid, but this was downright suffocating. And it wasn’t just the heat getting to her, although she was glad that her office and apartment both had air conditioning. She’d already had a long day, staying late at QC to work on a last minute software update for a security program they would be marketing to the public the beginning of next month, when she’d received an emergency text from Ray Palmer, begging for her expertise.
They’d become friends over the past three months, meeting for coffee on lunch breaks and discussing his A.T.O.M. project. He’d been obsessing over it ever since Oliver sold him the designs and so he’d sought her out, asking for coding tips and tricks, sometimes even asking her help with the actual construction. Tonight he’d had a problem with the microprocessor.
It had only taken her a minute to figure out the problem—something she was sure he could have done himself if he wasn’t clearly running on just caffeine and determination. She was really going to have to talk to him about proper sleeping habits—but the detour added almost an extra hour onto her day. Now that she was home, all she wanted to do was take her shoes off, see her daughter, and bask in the glorious cool of central air. Oh, and wine. God, she needed a glass of wine… or three.
The glow of her living room lights through the window felt like a beacon, guiding her home. Or maybe it was just the man she knew was waiting inside for her.
they say, “you’re a little much for me, you’re a liability you’re a little much for me” so they pull back, make other plans i understand, i’m a liability get you wild, make you leave i’m a little much for e-a-na-na-na, everyone