idk i just saw the two images and i was like

So I’m sure that a fair number of people have seen the above post (sorry I don’t know who the op is but credit goes to them. I got his off of pinterest orz), and it got me thinking and overanalyzing, right? And so I keep asking “Where in the hell were the Gems getting the money to pay for the house before Greg became a millionaire?” And so then I start remembering stuff and so here’s my theory, and it gets more profound than just where the Gems are getting money. The Crystal Gems are the freaking Founding Mothers of America.

So for one, Rose Quartz has a giant penny in her armory. I’m still not entirely sure what to make of it, as when I googled “Giant penny”, most of what came up were pannels of a Batman comic where one was used as…a restraining device? Decoration? I’m not sure? Anyways, that’s most all that came up adisdes form a massive work of art that was one giant penny made up of thousands of smaller pennies. My inital thought is, however, that it was bestowed upon Rose Quartz as an honor. (Unliss she just uses it to roll over enemies in battle, which is actually what came to mind the first time I saw the episode lol.) 

But far, far more importantly, we have seen Pearl on coins in the show. Legal tender type coins. 

Pretty famous image, if  I’m not mistaken. (I also could have sworn up and down that I saw a screenshot one time that had a coin in it that had Opal on it, but maybe it was fake. I can’t find it anymore.) 

Now people don’t ge tput on coins unless they heavily influenced American history. (granted I’m hella salty that Andrew Jackson is on our money and Marquis de Llafayette is not, but ya know, whatever.) On top of that, the visage of a gem takes the place of our Illuminati (or whatever it is) pyramid and eye on our own American Dollars in the world of Steven Universe.

Gems were clearly influential somehow. To America specifically, as they see fit to place them on the legal tender.

Now, back moreso onto how the Gems get money, in “Rising Tides, Crashing Skies”, Mayor Dewey freaks out at the word “cover” when talking to Raynaldo, shouting “Cover up? What cover up!? SECURITY!!” I thought this was just a gag at conspiracy humor at first, because it just added to Raynaldo’s whole conspiracy reality and it was funny. But thinking about it now, seems like it’s far from just a gag. 

(also sorry the subs are in Spanish, lol. They just happened to be the most convenient videos I found.)

So this bit’s just speculation for the most part, but like, what if the American Government is supplying the Crystal Gems with money because they basically owe it to them. I mean, the spent over two hundred years since the country was founded likely without asking for anything in return, then here they are suddenly needing to build a house and pay light and water bills and groceries and APPARENTLY give their new son a smartphone. And it’s no tlike they can exactly turn down the 6,000+ year old women and the 5,000+ year old girl who was born inside your borders that also happened to liberate your entire nation from its oppressive colonizers from far away. Sounds like something right up the Crystal Gem’s alley imo.

What if what Dewey was trying to cover  up was the fact that Beach City’s taxpayer dollars were going to housing a trio of jobless women raising a son that they can’t afford on their own because they don’t even need to eat and therefore don’t even need jobs?

Idk it’s a fun thought. And it explains a lot. If nothing else just spread the word that the Crystal Gems are the Founding Mothers of America ok because this calls for its own musical

Let’s talk about.... Riverdale.

It’s been a while since I wrote or actually made an article on my blog but
Two weeks ago, I discovered Riverdale. And good god I can’t get enough of it. As I was fangirling ( and snapping my reactions to my best friend ) through episode 6 today, I thought : “ Why not make a list of the people I suspect and why ? “ So here you go Riverdale’s fans, here’s my contribution.




( that jawline tho ) During the summer, Archie was working for his dad (#abs) and frickfracking with Mrs Grundy (#cougar). He obviously knew Jason bc football team and he actually has an aliby. He was with Mrs Grundy when the gunshot was fired. BUT we do know ;that the gunshot was fired by Dilton Doyley. And we don’t know what happened after that but I think they just headed home and he concentrated on his music to forget about the gunshot and knowing a fellow student was dead.

Do I suspect him : YES / NO / MAYBE


I’ll be brief about Veronica. During the summer, she was probably still in New York, and never put a step in Riverdale before the start of the story 

Do I suspect her: YES / NO / MAYBE


Damn gurl.
Here’s the thing about Betty. Every episode makes me question her. One episode I’m like “ of course she didn’t “ and one episode after I’m like “ yeeah, maybe she did. “ 
Betty Cooper is the image of the perfect daughter; good grades, casual clothes, not too popular. On the first episode, her mom gave her some medecine ( i don’t remember the name gosh ) and I looked up on the internet and it’s for helping focus and apparently well used in the USA by students. It also says that it can causes paranoia. Well, well, well. Official version is that Betty was doing an internship during the summer. But good god, I thought she was innocent until I saw the bathtub scene. Remember ? “ Say you’re sorry for what you did to me, Jason “. In the comics we know there was some feud between the sisters because of Jason so why not ? What if she couldn’t accept her sister being happy with him? Anyway, after episode 6 I have my doubts; she apparently didn’t knew about her sister’s condition and I’m starting to think she just snapped at Chuck because she was just so angry ( my little bean, too precious for this world. ) 

Do I suspect her : YES / NO / MAYBE


I just looooooove his character so much (Plus, Cole Sprouse, youknowwhatImean ) We know that this precious being was supposed to go on a road trip with Archie on the 4th of July, but Archie prefered his cougar, leaving the precious being alone. No aliby for him then. And I mean, what a plot twist would it be, you know, writing a book about the investigation of the murder you commited? Anyway, I don’t really think he is connected to the murder, I mean he barely knew Jason and let’s be honest, other things to think than killing a guy.

Do I suspect him : YES / NO / MAYBE


(#queenslayin ) At first, I thought she was only going to be a basic bitch character that we love to hate but she is so much more than that. She really did love her brother, and of course it makes her a suspect. Her family is clearly insane and her brother was a rock. She helped him go away BUT did she? Maybe she knew Polly was pregnant and that he was going to run away with her and she couldn’t stand it ? 

Do I suspect her : YES  / NO / MAYBE


Introduced to us in Episode 6, Polly was an interrogation point. We now know she was dating Jason, that she is pregnant with his child and that they were supposed to run away together, until Alice “mom of the year” Cooper decidet to incarcerate her. The theory that she was “sick” is wronged by Bughead finding the car she told them about. We know both Coopers and Lodges didn’t approve on the relationship but for now, that’s all we know but meh, I don’t think she’s guilty, I mean she really did love him i think.

Do I suspect her : YES / NO / MAYBE


I’mma start with Mamma Bitch. I’m torn with this woman bc she is a complete ASS with Polly but actually trying to protect Betty. Still a bitch thought. She clearly hated Jason with all her guts, actually is “happy” that he is dead and she little chuckle she did when Betty accused her dad “ You think he would have the guts to do it ? “ 

Continuing with Pappa Bitch. We KNOW he stole the sheriff’s evidences and files. And I did put this picture for a reason. “ He’s missing “ you know like he knew that Jason was not dead. 
MY BIG THEORY for the Coopers : They never approved Jason and Polly relationship. When they found out about Polly’s pregnancy, they did their best to seperate them and when they found out about their plan to runaway together, they took care of Polly with the medical centre thing and I assume Alice told Hal to take care of things but maybe he didn’t have the guts ( so I’m assuming he was locked somewhere which will explain the frozen body and the marks on the wrists ? ) so Alice DID it ? 

Do I suspect them : HELL YES / NO / MAYBE 


Thoses two motherfuckers. You know that they’re evil. Penelope Blossom is a bitch to everyone and even Daddy Blossom enjoys himself taking Veronica down. They are pure evil. I’m pretty sure they both mentally and physically abuse Jason AND Cheryl. Mentally is proven , physically I mean, do you remember this magnificent BITCH SLAP ??!

Back to the Blossoms , my theory is pratically the same as the Coopers one, they didn’t approve Polly and Jason relationship and as they are so violent and crazy, they hunt it down, locked him away and killed him when he tried to escape ? Idk but even if they didn’t kill him they’re still guilty as shit for being such bad parents.

Do I suspect them : HELL YES / NO / MAYBE



Little character in the show you may say, but so many things could link to her. Let’s start with the beggining. First, there’s the football team book, with Ethel’s name show not once, not twice but FOUR TIMES. The first time, her name is linked to a guy named Thomas and after that, 3 times to Reggie. 

So, WHAT IF Reggie and Ethel actually dated for a while ? We can see at the end that Reggie probably “Dumped” her. But then again Ethel never mentioned Reggie but always about Chuck. 
Then comes the Bathtub scene at Ethel’s. Little bean is hiding and seems to enjoy the show. What I DID NOTICE on this scene is the hottub which was turning hot thanks to Betty BUT which could also be turn to cold water, REALLY cold ( Jason’s frozen body, anyone ? ) Also, Chuck was handcuffed to the bathtub ( Jason’s marks on his wrists?). 
Chuck got kicked out of the team , Jason’s dead, guess who’s now captain of the football team ? REGGIE
I first thought she was the one stealing Sheriff Keller’s room but then I was proved wrong, daddy bitch did it BUT she didn’t seemed to be at the school show so damn, who could have put the car on fire ? 
MY THEORY IS : Ethel is crazy in love with Reggie and wanted to get rid of Jason so that Reggie could be the king of Riverdale. I know this sounds crazy but her house or at least the bathtub is the only place I can see Jason’s body.

Do I suspect her : HELL YES / NO / MAYBE

Then again , there’s a lot of other characters but I couldn’t find something to write about them so maybe I’ll make updates after every episodes to keep my suspects list updated! Let me know what you think, who do you think killed Jason and why ?

Don’t Say Anything (part 2)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst my friends, sadness

A/N: Here’s part twooooooo! Enjoy! Also, who has my notifications on? I’m curious.

You run back to your room, hoping that Wanda had left so that she wouldn’t see you about to break down. You thank the heavens above when she’s nowhere inside your room and lock the door, throwing yourself on your bed. You bury your face into your pillow and let out a sob. Then another. And another. You can’t remember the last time you’ve cried so hard.

Of course he’s With Natasha. Beautiful, skilled, badass Natasha. You were just his friend. Why did you think you could ever be more than a friend to Bucky?

You couldn’t believe what you just saw only moments ago. It was all so surreal. How did you not know about the two of them? How did you not catch on? Were you really that oblivious?

The image of Natasha and Bucky making out on his bed appears in your mind and you squeeze your eyes shut, crying some more. You should have made a move a long time ago. Maybe then everything would be different.

What are you thinking? Of course it wouldn’t. He’d still choose Natasha no matter what. Why would he chose a 1 over a 10? You’ve always felt like you weren’t good enough. Growing up, you were always someone’s second choice and if not - Third.

You thought Bucky liked you back. At least a little bit. He’d always take you out for milkshakes or lunch - sometimes dinner. The two of you would be cooped up in his room with blankets and pillows watching Disney movies and singing along to every song. He’d always remind you how beautiful you looked (even if you just woke up and you looked like a zombie raccoon). Was that him just being a good friend?

Of course it was. He could never like you more than just a friend.

You had to get over him and fast. He’s happy with Natasha and you don’t want to ruin that. All you’ve ever wanted was for him to be happy. He deserves to be happy. So, you decide to distance yourself from him in hopes that the crush goes away.

You hope it goes away.

The next day you walk into the kitchen, eyes burning from crying the night before. Everyone was in the kitchen, getting ready for the day while you decided on being a log and staying in your room.

“You look like trash.” Sam comments and you glare at him.

“Shut up, she looks beautiful.” Bucky comes over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple.

You take a sneak look at Nat before shrugging his arm off of you, continuing to walk over to the fridge. You pull out the milk, grab a bowl and open the pantry, scanning for the cereal that you wanted. It took a minute but you saw it and it was pushed back on the shelf. What kind of sick monster does that?

With a huff you get on your tip toes, trying to reach for the box but fail miserably. Suddenly, a hand wraps itself around your waist and you gasp, seeing Bucky smiling at you. He reaches up and grabs the box before handing it to you.

“Saw you having some trouble, doll, thought I’d be your knight in shining armor.” he says with a wink. You fight the urge to smile. Why was he so damn cute? What kind of sorcery was this?

“Thanks.” you murmur, turning away and making your cereal. You don’t see the confusion on Bucky’s face. You’d usually say something silly back but you couldn’t. Not while knowing that him and Natasha were a thing.

“Baby doll,” Bucky says softly, coming up next to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” you shrug, pouring your cereal in then the milk.

“Well did I do something to upset you?” yes. “You’re acting different.”

You sigh. “I just don’t feel good today, Buck.”

“Is there anything I can-”

“Hey guys.” Nat smiled.

“Hey Nat.” Bucky responds. You grab a spoon and put it in your bowl after putting everything away.

“Y/N, how’d it go with the guy that you like? Wanda told me you went to tell him that you like him yesterday.” she smiled, bringing her cup of coffee to her lips.

Bucky looks over at you. “You like someone?”

“More like she’s in love with this guy. I’ve never seen her so smitten before.” Natasha chuckled.

Bucky’s jaw clenched. Was he.. Jealous? No, he couldn’t be. He had no reason to be. He was with Natasha for Pete’s sake! You brush it off as the little hope you were hanging onto.

“ Uh.. Yeah I went to tell him that I like him but it turns out he only sees me as a friend and he has a girlfriend. I guess I’ve been misinterpreting his kind gestures this whole time.” you respond, picking your bowl up.

“What an asshole.” she huffed. “Tell me who he is so I can kick his ass. Maybe that’ll knock some sense into him.”

You tuck your hair behind your ear. Little does she know that the ‘asshole’ is standing right in front of her. “No it’s fine. I was stupid to think he’d like someone like me.”

“You’re crazy.” Bucky spoke. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. That guy doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

That guy is you.

You give him a small smile before sighing. “It’s whatever.”

“What are you doing today?” the red head asks.

“Nothing. Just gonna stay in my room and watch movies.” you shrug.

“What? No! Please tell me you’re not gonna sulk over this guy.” Bucky says. “He’s an idiot!”

You take a bite of your cereal.

“Go take a shower, get dressed and I’ll take you to Coney Island or something. Maybe the zoo? I know how much you love animals.” he adds.

You shake your head. “Bucky no.”

“Bucky yes.” he smiled. “Go on, get ready.” you stare at him, giving him your best puppy dog face and he chuckles. “That’s not gonna work this time. Go.”

You groan, dragging yourself to your room while shoveling cereal in your mouth. So much for distancing yourself.

A/N: Here you goooooo. Tell me what ya think!


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Special Instructions (5/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: E
Word Count: ~3200
Chapters: One Two Three Four

I love y’all and hope this little tidbit of humor and sexual tension cheers you up if you’re feeling down ~ ❤️🍕 

reader requested tags: @ilovemesomekillianjones @lenfaz @like-waves-on-the-beach @emmaswanchoosesyou @blessed-but-distressed @tiganasummertree


Special instructions: tell me jokes, joke man

Things were going great with Killian despite the fact that they communicated almost solely through text message. She’d spent nearly the entire first week of November out of state chasing a particularly sneaky skip and she was pretty sure the number of texts between them had fallen into the thousands by now.

They talked a little about their lives, just little tidbits about their likes and dislikes and the gossip from their respective friend groups. Emma liked crime shows; the less scientifically accurate, the better. Killian was into sitcoms. They both enjoyed reading but where Emma loved horror and suspense, mainly every book Stephen King had ever written, Killian was actually into sensual romance novels. (He’d only been slightly embarrassed to admit it.)

David and Mary Margaret were trying to get pregnant, and Belle and Killian’s older brother Liam were pregnant; they’d practically just found out that she was 10 weeks along and Killian was psyched at the prospect of becoming an uncle. Ruby was getting over her recent heartbreak by beginning an interesting three-way relationship with a martial artist and a dog groomer, both women, both ridiculously head over heels for her. Killian’s buddy Will was inheriting a bar from his recently deceased boss. Regina and Robin were planning the most extravagant wedding ever, and by that she meant that Regina was planning the most extravagant wedding ever and Robin was passively agreeing with all her decisions. And Killian’s best friend Ariel’s Etsy shop was booming; apparently handmade mermaid tails and shell bras were in surprisingly high demand.

They learned quite a bit about each other. Their friendship was blooming…

But mostly they flirted.

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I don’t really know what this is, but I couldn’t shake the idea so… Here’s a little post 5x20 thing.


“Oliver, man, I really think you need to go to the hospital,” Diggle said as soon as they’d gotten both Oliver and Felicity safely back upstairs into the old campaign office.

“I’m fine,” Oliver argued, moving a little unsteadily on his feet before bracing himself against a desk.

The bloody gash on the back of Oliver’s head from what was probably a pretty spectacular fall down an elevator shaft told a different story, but before John could argue Felicity was already at Oliver’s side.

“You hit your head so hard you passed out, Oliver,” she said, wrapping a hand around his wrist. “Which was not a fun couple of minutes, let me tell you. I thought…”

She trailed off, lip quivering slightly, and John didn’t even have to see Oliver’s reaction—the way his shoulders slumped, expression softening—to know that the argument was over.

“You should go, too,” he said softly, placing a hand on top of her’s on his wrist. “Your chip…”

“It’s probably fine,” Curtis interjected, causing everyone to look in his direction where he was standing beside Rene and Dinah. “As long as it’s working again it shouldn’t… be… much of a…”

John swung his gaze back around in time to see Oliver glaring at the younger man. When he turned back around Curtis’s eyes had gone wide and he looked appropriately nervous.

“But you should probably still go get checked out,” Curtis said, gesturing to Felicity. “Better to be safe than sorry, right? And you do have a head wound, too, so it probably wouldn’t be a bad thing to…”

John was almost impressed by Curtis’s Felicity-worthy babble, but his friends had clearly already tuned the man’s ramble out, lost in that place where only the two of them existed. He felt his lips pull up in a smirk as he watched them interacting with each other in a way he hadn’t seen in far too long.

“I’ll go as long as you go,” Oliver murmured after a few moments.

Felicity smiled, eyes crinkling in amusement, before she winced. Her hand shot up, gently touching the wound at her hairline. “Yeah,” she agreed with a nod, “we should both go. Probably gonna need a professional to do the stitches if I don’t want to end up looking like Rene.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rene asked.

“You know, cause of your…” Curtis chuckled, gesturing to his own eye to indicate the scar on Rene’s face.

Oliver laughed, moving away from the desk and gently throwing an arm around Felicity’s shoulders when she gestured for him to use her as a crutch, though it didn’t escape John’s notice that Oliver seemed a lot steadier than when they’d first pulled him out of the bunker.

“What’s that supposed to mean about my face?” Rene asked again.

Curtis eyes went wide and Dinah stepped up, patting him on the shoulder, but John didn’t stick around to see how that argument ended. Instead, he followed Oliver and Felicity out to his car.


“Everything looks okay,” Dr. Schwartz said, looking at the chart in front of her. “But you really need to stop getting concussions.”

“That’s what I keep telling him.”

Oliver turned at the unexpected voice to see Felicity leaning against the doorframe, ankles crossed. A bandage covered the wound on her forehead she’d received when the EMP had knocked them both across the bunker.

Oliver wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt a rush of relief at seeing her. It could have been because she was clearly okay, despite Adrian’s attack, or it could have just been that she’d bothered to come find him at all. It was probably both.

The warm smile on her face was definitely a relief after everything that went down with Helix and then Adrian attacking them in the bunker. Oliver had ended up admitting things about himself to her that he’d never so much as considered telling another human being, especially not her. But, somehow, it seemed to be exactly what they’d needed. He’d felt like a weight had been lifted as they spoke. The wall that they’d built up between them finally toppling as he confessed his biggest fears to her. And her being here in his hospital room, that smile on her face, despite everything, only proved what Oliver already knew to be true.

Felicity Smoak was remarkable.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Oh!,” she laughed, gesturing to the bandage on her head. “Yeah. Didn’t even take many stitches.”

“I know in your line of work it can be unavoidable sometimes, but you should be cautious. Both of you,” Dr. Schwartz said and Oliver saw Felicity stiffen from the corner of his eye.

Her eyes went round in surprise that the doctor knew their secret, before her expression melted into a kind smile.

“We could definitely stand to take a few less risks,” she agreed, moving over towards the bed Oliver was leaning against. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to him,” she said, voice soft and earnest as her gaze met his.

Like always, everything started to slip away, leaving nothing but the blue of Felicity’s eyes. He remembered a time when that sensation had scared him, but now it felt like coming home. He’d missed it.

“I’ll go get your paperwork started,” Dr. Schwartz said, interrupting the moment. She moved for the door with a knowing smile. “When you’re ready.”

Oliver nodded before glancing down at his feet, suddenly more uncertain than he’d felt in a long time. He wanted to reach out, to cup Felicity’s face in his palms and make sure she was really alright. But, despite the warmth that had suddenly replaced the epic cold front their relationship had been experiencing, they weren’t there yet. They might never be there, Oliver admitted to himself, feeling his heart sink.

“So…” she said and he glanced up to see her smiling. “You ready to go home?”

The words cut through him. They were everything he wanted to hear, but he knew she hadn’t meant them the way they’d sounded. Which she realized half a second too late, judging by the suddenly nervous look in her eye. But when she spoke, it wasn’t exactly the awkward babble Oliver was expecting.

“I mean, my home. You know, the loft,” she clarified, then took a deep breath and he watched as her blue eyes filled with a steely kind of resolve. “I think you should come home with me.”

Oliver’s mouth dropped open and he could only stare at her dumbly for a moment. Long enough that she heard what she’d said.

“Not” —she gestured wildly in front of her— “like that! I just meant…” She paused, regaining her composure. “You’ve been staying in the bunker and now that Chase has compromised it… I don’t want you staying there.” Her eyes went soft as she smiled. “Stay in the guest room. That way I know your safe. Besides” —she grinned— “I know for a fact the bed in the guest room is more comfortable than that cot you’ve been sleeping on.”

Oliver couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face, he really couldn’t. “Oh, do you?”

Felicity’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t back down. She stared up at him, eyebrows lifted pointedly, until he finally nodded.


anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?



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Every Time You Call

*click through to read on ao3!

written by: Mel | @caramelkru

prompt: ‘modern day fic where bellarke decide to send nudes to each other even though they’re just friends? ’ for anonymous

word count: 1406

[10.42pm] bellamy?

[10.45pm] Clarke

[10.45pm] ok good. just making sure u’re holding ur phone

[10.46pm] … What??

[10.47pm] Clarke sent an image

[10.49pm] Uh

[10.49pm] That is

[10.50pm] stop typing n backspacing n typing again u can ditch the awkward idk-whats-goin-on spiel i just needed to vent

[10.51pm] With a picture of your boobs?????

[10.51pm] … Those are YOUR boobs, right?

[10.53pm] yes very much mine

[10.54pm] i’m making up for all the unsolicited dick pics out there in the world

[10.54pm] By sending an unsolicited boob pic?

[10.54pm] boob pics are always solicited

[10.55pm] Fair point

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the venus signs as  extracts I wrote

Aries:  As I was younger, I met a boy. Deep, deep in forest he lived in a cave, high up in the mountains. He was feared by his power, his long, sharp fangs, dark eyes, his animalistic behavior and hair, that was long and untamed. Wolf boy, that’s what my village called him. This boy was cold and forceful in everything he did, though he had a soft side. I saw it, once. I hated the narrow minded community in my home town, so I fled in the deep green of the nature to escape shallowness for a minute and explore reality in its purest form. The deeper I got into the forest, the more attention I gathered, by one specific creature. This was the first time that I met this boy. He was in my age and he asked me what I wanted here. I saw that he was careful with human beings - since he was something oddly different, I do not know till now if he was a spirit or guardian of the nature or just returned to the wild - but I saw that he had interest as well. The interest and fascination with the tiny amount of fear the both of us had grew to friendship, and soon, as I turned 18 I realized that I fell in love with this boy and the boy fell in love with me. The wolf boy remarked constantly that I was pure fascination, he could not stop thinking about the words I say, the actions I did, my face - not even at night. But the love took an ugly end. Though our relationship was a big adventure itself since the both of us were from another world, he kept tyrannizing my home town. He said it gave him joy and excitement and that I was just too prude and his pride did not let him feel just a little bit empathy for me. I tried convincing him to stay with me. We could have gone somewhere else, live in another small village together and just keep contact with my family since I loved them - but his raw love decided to turn against me. I turned to to his enemy and I became ‘one of them’. From this day on, he left the forest he lived in and I miss him still.’

Taurus: I am what they call a ‘femme fatale’ or, if you like, a maneater. I do not know my purpose, I honestly am as clueless as the poor creatures which soul I take every night. One day, I woke up, laying on a cold ground and the only thing that was in the room with me has been this giant mirror. I looked at myself. It is not like I had a life in the past or was I plainly made like this? Made for this life? I do not know. I just know that my full lips and curves are hypnotizing them and my deep, brown eyes are grabbing them so tightly, none of them would ever be able to forget me. And that is a fact. None of these men ever forgot me. Me or my voice, my soothing laugh and light touches. They bought me red dresses made out of fine silk, the wrote letters, telling me how they missed my soft, sun kissed skin. I loved that. Somehow it was nice to be spoiled. I drank the best champagne, ate the most exotic fruits and had my senses pleased by every good willed or desperate soul that crossed my way. That was my life before I got rejected. Rejected by a guy, so simple and dull looking, ugh, it gives me headaches just thinking about it. “I don’t want your company”, he said and ignored me. He even looked into my eyes but was still not reacting. Wasn’t I something different? Wasn’t I the demon that visited them every night just to slowly kill them? “Do you tell me, I am not appealing?” He dared to nod. “Yes.” I noticed how my real raging, evil nature wanted to show itself but I gritted my teeth and went back to my apartment. Hadn’t I everything I needed for them to fall in love with me? Wasn’t that what I was made for? As I cried hysterically, I noticed a little piece of paper lying on my desk. A little bit confused I picked it up and read the short sentence written on it. ‘Look in the mirror’, it said. Suddenly I was scared. What was that supposed to mean? A joke of some guy that in the end turned out to be vengeful, huh? So I looked into the mirror. And in front of me was an old woman. The woman was not ugly, but she did pass her best years in life already. I screamed and out of shock I threw the mirror to the ground, it shattered and little pieces of glass flew to my feet. I threw every mirror out of my house. What if it hasn’t been their souls keeping me alive? It doesn’t matter, because I refuse to believe that this is me.

Gemini:  I remember that my grandma told me many stories as I was younger. She told me a lot of her childhood, especially about her school time. Every dinner at her house ended with tears of laughter because of the memories she shared with us. One day though, she told me something I couldn’t believe at all. It was at her 74th birthday, the last birthday we celebrated with her. “As I was younger, there was not much to laugh about, I know, it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, but the times were harder than now, we had no time to be kids. And as I turned 14, I was an adult in the eyes of my parents. One day as I sneaked out of the house to play with a friend of mine - I wasn’t allowed to go out because I had to tidy up the house, but oh well, I didn’t felt like doing so this day - when I noticed that there  was a new family that moved in the house that was empty for years. I was and still am very curious, so I observed it all a bit. The family seemed regular, nothing really special, but the older brother out o these two - he was sixteen if I remember correctly - he was special. I don’t know what he was but for me he was a magician. No, something higher, like a chosen one. A story teller from another world. Since I was a polite girl I asked him if he want to play something outside - or if he wants me to show him the neighborhood - and soon the boy called Josh turned out to be my vanishing point, because the things he told me…they became real.” As my grandmother told me that I was highly alarmed. Maybe she was not right in the head because of her age, but then again she never showed any kind of symptoms or has been seriously ill. So I kept on listening and what she told me was unbelievable.
“ One day he asked me to close my eyes while he wanted to tell me a story he just heard and really liked. I did, since I did not see any harm in it and as his words - so full of energy and life - reached me, I felt a mildly stronger wind soothing me. “Open your eyes, carefully and don’t panic”, he told me and I literally could hear his grin. I was in a land mad out of clouds and everything gold, the sky was bright and blue, but somehow you could see the stars, planets, the moon and the sun. Even the earth. “What is that?!”, I asked as I started to feel anxious but he just kept smiling and told me that this was his own world. Well, from this point it was our world. Every day we tried to meet and every day we could imagine and create the world like we wanted. A world where we fought pirats like they did in Neverland and we talked to animals and I gained all kind of secrets the nature there bared. He was from another universe. He taught me everything beautiful and the power of imagination. If it wasn’t real of course. But one day as we actually wanted to meet again, he and his family strangely disappeared. As I asked the neighbors and my parents, they told us they never heard of their name before.

Cancer: You were innocence and brutality. You were the only sanity I had and somehow nothing but distraction of my mind. As I saw you the first time everything turned quiet and everything turned grey, except you. You shined in every color and my heard started bumping for the first time in years. I never talked to you, but sometimes I watched you reading your book in the middle of the class as you couldn’t care less about math and in the breaks you walked behind the school building with your friends and smoked a cigarette after another until there was no time left and you came late to almost every lesson and you smelled like smoke but that was okay. You kind of made me like this smell. You were the giant waves burying me every night as I realized it will never work out but you also were the gentle breeze at the beach in the afternoon as I sat down by the shore and thought about us - looking at each other and not even realizing what the other one thinks.
My heart ached just thinking about you and I flee into a world of lucid dreaming, lilac and pink toned skies with orange clouds adorning them, and I flee into a world filled with anxiety and fear of never being yours because I need you, but I guess you never thought about being with me. I search for broken sea shells because they remind me of something I wished to be, a thought, a wish, that was meant to fail from the beginning,
I wonder what I reminded you of me. Maybe I was only the boy who had math and history with you. Maybe I reminded you of nothing at all.
Maybe I was never a part of your world. 

Leo: Every night I walk up the sky. A ladder out of clouds appears in front of my window, I open it and make my way up to the sky where I will find the most bright and shimmering stars out of all. They are made out of something we human beings describe as ‘stardust’, but do you know what stardust is, actually? No, and I no clue either, but sometimes, when you look someone and you share  a deep, mutual feeling? Like love, joy, or even sadness? That’s how it looks like. I know, I know, it is complicated. But, every time i look at you I hope I will see this kind of shimmering in them, because your deep, brown eyes remind me of the darkness of the night sky and every night when I climb to the stars I sit among them and watch you having the most vivid dreams. Sometimes they are happy dreams, sometimes they are full of disturbing images, so horrific that I take a little bit of the golden dust and let it trickle onto you. And when you wake up and we see each other at the bus station I see you smile, no dark circles under your eyes: you must have slept well. You know, up there in the sky is a castle, the night told me it was created for me, and it is made out of gold and silver, jewels, little opals and rubies that are illuminating the walls and window sills and the ceiling is painted and the most glorious pictures are placed on it, like Michelangelo himself visited the dream castle. And on the ground made out of marble I dance, every night. All alone, once in a while in beautiful clothes made out of silk and satin but mostly in my casual clothes, like you tend to see me every day in. The instruments play on their own and I sing to the music. Everything is shining and my heart is pumping and you do smile at me from time to time but my heart feels very heavy, you have to know. I show you, I really do show you that you are blessed with the beauty of the stars but I am afraid and maybe asking you if you need money for food in school or telling you that I like your sense of humor isn’t enough.
Because I climb up to the stars for years now, the stars that do greed me once in a while, but do not love me as much as I wish you to love me. I dance alone, all alone in this castle and I cry all alone on this castle. Maybe one day, you will dance with me.  

Virgo: I was working for this family my whole life, since my little body was fished out of the lake by our dearest Lord, I was forever deeply indebted to him and his family. I was happy I could for such an honorable family. I was glad that I had something that I was able to call ‘home’. A bed. Some books. Education - not the highest, but enough. And a perspective. As a person maiden I was everything that the younger woman in the village sometimes wished to be: the true hidden gem in the most respected household in the country. But there was something missing. 
I looked at my shaking hands as I was washing the dirty clothes of my Lord’s wife. Suddenly, the water turned red. I felt a stinging sensation on my hands and pulled them out quickly, furrowing my brows I looked at them. 
They bled. 
It felt so wrong. Those hands that already looked like the one of a 50 years old, even though I would celebrate my 21th birthday this year. There was nothing I could truly give. From the bottom of my heart. There was nothing. 
Out of nowhere, a light touch on my shoulder gave me a shiver.
It was the Lord’s oldest son. “You, it’s late, go, get some sleep, let others finish it.” I wanted to protest - kindly of course - but he saw right through me. “You’ve done enough today. You deserve to rest - but let me help you with your hands first.” He smiled gently and his almond eyes gave me a feeling o security and warmth. “Thank you.”  From this moment on, I felt devoted to the son, it was a love made out of thankfulness and pure adoration. The Lord’s eldest son did not even care about my being and the effort I did, but he was gentle and not too harsh as some people here were. In special occasions he even asked for advice. I was able to give him a piece of my views and believes and he kindly treasured my words. I cried happy tears as my love’s wedding took place and I was allowed to give my opinion on the decoration and wedding theme. My love was unrequited but it was honest till the end. 

Libra: “My dear son, what are you looking at again?”, the father asked as he washed the dishes. They just finished breakfast. His thoughts being interrupted, the boy blinked before turning to his father. “I’m sorry father, I will help you instantly.” 
“You know, looking out of the window every day isn’t good, you will lose your sense for reality.” The son thought about this statement the whole day and the day after and even the day after that. “Why should I stay inside and help my father with his work? I am a living being after all. After all, I…I do feel as well.” The wooden boy went to the window in his bedroom and saw the neighbor girl, picking some flowers, probably for her ill grandmother. Once in a while when he was allowed to go out for a walk he chatted with her a bit - she was bubbly, but after all very soft and kind. Some people were fascinated by him, some told his father he should sell him to a museum or let scientist examine him, in the end no one knew how his father made the wooden boy come alive. And then there were people that were deeply afraid of him, calling him words like ‘monster’ or ‘accident’. “Oh my dear son, do not listen. You may think a little bit too rational sometimes, but after all you just came to live a few months ago - you still need to learn  and learning is one of the most common, human things on earth.” Yes, that indeed was true, but his father never saw what was going on inside his wooden heart. He was feeling like everyone else did. He wanted to help others, he wanted to socialize, but every time he gave, no one wanted to give this mutual feeling back - the feeling of someone special by his side was just too good to be true. This neighbor girl was the only one daring to talk to him and she even went picking flowers with him. The wooden boy was kind, talked politely and with his natural charm a fairy blessed him with the night he came alive, made her feel comfortable - the girl became special to him. One day though he saw the girl kissing a for him unknown boy. “What..what is that kind of feeling?”, he asked irritated and his father answered with the word: “heartbreak”. The wooden boy went to the shore a few days after that and with a wooden boat he made his way to somewhere else. “Pinocchio, where are you going?”, asked the sea concerned. The wooden boy did not know. “I guess I am made out of driftwood”, he answered. 

Scorpio: We sat by the shore and the setting sun let the world look even duller as it already was. His eyes searched for a fixed point, somewhere at the endless horizon, he always did that. Somehow, he never seemed to find one. Sometimes it got really quiet among the both of us. But it was pleasant. There were the crashing waves, the endless screaming of the sea gulls and the howling of the cold, hard wind. But it was pleasant. Somehow everything was pleasant. He was there and every inch of my body was filled with a vivid, magnetic feeling, I wanted to get closer to him, but I never knew if I wasn’t already close enough. I was attached. Attached  by one accidental, simple stroke of his warm hand when we walked through the city, attached by his deep, blue eyes and every time I looked at them I felt as I was jumping into ice cold water. He had a last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the waves. They devoured it. “What are you looking at all the time, are you searching for  a fixed point?”, I asked simply and watched the cigarette swimming on the surface. He smiled shortly, lowering his eyes, before they moved to me. And it was quiet again. This pleasuring silence, and I knew he thought about something. There was something odd about his stare but in a good way. He smiled again before answering. “There’s no need for that, when you already have one, isn’t it.” 
I was too scared to say something, I was too scared to ask if it was me. Because I knew that he was mine fixed point. This love was like waves pulling me closer to the muddy ground, but I loved the coldness of the sea because he himself was the warmth that greeted me when I made it back to the shore once in a while. I really wanted me to be his everything, just as he was mine. 

Sagittarius:  “I once had a bird. It was the most beautiful,splendid bird I have ever seen, never ever had mother nature created such a beauty again. Once in a while, your eyes catch something so oddly beautiful, you just have to capture it. With his bright and shimmering feathers as it sat there on a branch. As it preened it feathers, I slowly crept up on it, taking my camera and took a picture. It stopped as it heard the clicking noise, but did not flew away. I had the feeling it looked at me, saw right through me. At this moment I thought this bird was new. A new species. I could give it a name, this majestic creature, I could make it my own. From this moment on I investigated all my time observing the time, drawing it, noting down some of my newest observations and thoughts to gain as much knowledge as I could get. But next to it desire to fly all the time, it sang. Often and passionately. Maybe it called a mate. Or some other bird of its species, male or female - it did not matter. Another thing I noticed was, that it was not a timid animal - no, in fact it liked to present itself - but it really had no place to stay. In fact, it rode down the wind, like it was searching for something. A nest? A mate? Sometimes I was scared, because the bird disappeared for days, but it always came back. Somehow, it always came back, but I could never be sure. One day, I was sick of it. ‘Goddammit, for the sake of science, do it!’, I did shout at myself and captured it. It was hard because of it sharp beak. I put it in the biggest cage I could find, I made my home as realistic as the actual forest it lived in. Excited it flew around its cage,a little bit nervous and scared, but over all very confident. I loved this unique, vivid bird, and it loved me as well. It answered me with some of its sing sang once in a while and it even dared to get closer to me. But something changed. The bird slowly started dying. There was no singing. No flying. No chirping. It lied on the ground, breathing heavily, it was exhausted. Moved and concerned by the picture in front of me, I opened the cage, carefully lifted the bird up and lied it down on the window sill. As I came back the bird was gone. I never saw it again.” 

Capricorn: As a florist I am deeply devoted to any kind of plant and the act of making them grow, creating a bouquet of flowers, nature itself - as I was a kid I already felt  like Daphne the nymph in the wood ,the green surrounding me soothed me, I found peace in the nature. Well, as I was 22 years old I got the idea to open my own flower shop - much to the liking's of my parents. I wanted to create something absolutely new: a flower shop with a touch of the unusual, kind of unique, maybe something that you won’t find everywhere.
I wanted to do black flowers.
My parents told me a thousand times that this would ruin me, an idea meant to fail.
But of course, they couldn’t stop me. Years later I opened my flower shop at the end of the city, it was small but cute and my flowers sure caught the attention of passengers and after a while I had some customers trusting me and buying my creations and flowers. But no one really seemed to appreciate the black ones. “They are..ahm…different, honey”, my aunt said as she visited my shop. “You really think that people want them? Flowers are meant to look good, make one happy and let the room look friendlier. This is…quite the opposite.” Before I couldn’t even respond a young man looking at small plants in one corner of my shop interrupted me, apologizing before speaking: “I see them as exciting. They draw attention to them and have something unique, maybe something that not everyone understands.” He smiled plainly before laying his eyes on me. “I’d like black roses. I need for a special occasion.” I nodded. I’ve never seen him before or even nearby but I did as he said. From this moment on he went to my shop every two weeks, only to order some new black roses, he usually was quiet but once in a while he dared asking me questions. A little bit odd sometimes, he was a bit cold, but otherwise kind of magnetic - I don’t know why. One day he stopped coming. After maybe a year. The year he disappeared was also the hardest year for my shop - my grandmother died and I neglected the shop to the point where I was close to abandoning it. It survived in the end, after they saw the rosaries I did for the grave more people gave me and my shop a chance. One day, as I was visiting her grave, I crossed a grave I have never seen before. I read the name out loud and wondered, before I gasped in shock and almost let the watering can fall down. Black roses were placed in front of the tombstone, they seemed old, almost rotten. I wondered if it was him laying six feet underground.

Aquarius: I was just watching. I saw her dancing on the other side of the room, like she was in a dream. The fluorescent light touched her skin softly and all I wanted was to talk to her. But I could not. I was not able to. Sometimes when she went to bed and suffered from nightmares - which she got pretty often - I started stroking her hair and she would sleep tightly and calmly eventually. When she forgot to pack her lunch I would carefully put it in her schoolbag and when she forgot to make her bed after waking up, I gladly did it for her once in a while. “Thank you, darling”, her mother would say. “But mom, that wasn’t me”, was her constant response. Her mother would smile then and lightly shake her head, but her daughter was going insane with her mother not believing her that she didn’t even touch the sheets till 7am. When she came back from school I listened to her soothing voice, humming to the songs that her phone played. I admit, I am not really fond of the music today, but I could get used to it, after all I was an open minded spirit, right? I just wish I could be with her and walk her to school and carry her books and pick flowers with her and all the stuff that she writes in her dairy - yes I admit yet again I read it once in awhile when she decides to write something down. But then I was afraid. I did not know how these things worked out. I mean, for me, things like love will never turn out again, but I was always a bit special when it came to occasions like those. Me, falling for a living girl? I was at the attic almost for 5 days before I decided to visit her. I listened to her calling a friend and she told her that she hated flowers. Hating flowers? Well,I guess I can cancel picking flowers with her now out of my imagination. And she complained about not having anyone for Valentine’s Day. I know, this girl would never ever notice me. Hell, she didn’t even believe in ghosts. But after all, that was the only thing left on earth that mattered for me - this strange love. So instead of flowers I made myself useful and I placed a jar with three fireflies I was able to persuade into being a gift for only one day in front of her door and happily she told her mom about a mysterious admirer. I know, I know, really cheesy. But that day I strangly fell asleeo. As I woke up I saw a bright, white light. Maybe it was my time to go.

Pisces: For you: War is over and I suppose it’s best for me to stay at the Summer’s islands. After such a dark period we would need the time to gather around again and work up the loss of our nation. I heard about your father and I deeply apologize, telling you my honest concern. But he was a good man, he fought for the right side and for justice and peace. After I heard that you are going to marry the oldest son of your dearest father’s friend I want to congratulate the both of you, may you live happily together. I want to be honest and please forgive me speaking so openly about my feelings, but I think it is the best if we would stop interfering with one another from this point on. This moment we live in right now, it is hard but the right time to start things over again. And I can not be a part of your life anymore. Since I was young and I was ordered to be your knight, I felt very attached to you. They describe magic creatures in those fairy tales my father told me not to read. They would make me weak, he said, I should see right in the dead eye of life. But I still read them. They helped me escaping out of the brutality of life. And you constantly did remind me of the dreamy fantasy these books told me about. Like those elves in the fairy tale you moved gracefully through the woods, going for a walk and your soft hair would blow in the wind and reminded me oh so often of the fresh and pure snow. I wished I would be able to vanish those feelings and memories, so I could watch you growing old, so I could see you in your purest form of the celestical being that you are every day. You made me stand up when I wanted to leave war and flee into the woods, when I wanted to escape life. You alone made me stay. And because I adore you with all of my being I wish you to be happy. I will let go. But I needed to tell you before I let you disappear out of my heart and mind. Do not write back, im asking you at this point. Do never change your heart.

BTS Reaction to You Having Tattoos

Request- “ I have another request, if that’s ok? Idk if you’ve done this, but if you haven’t, could you do a reaction for BTS where they find out that their gf has a few tattoos that they couldn’t see at first? Because of winter clothing or something?”

A/N- Hi there! I hope you enjoy this reaction! I have a tattoo of my own, so this was very fun to write! :) - admin mace 


Seokjin- You knew your boyfriend could be a bit…traditional. He wasn’t the bad boy type by any means, so you knew as soon as you started dating, you’d have to keep your tattoos a secret. Though, your secret only lasted a little while. It was the first warm day of the year, and you foolishly decide to slip off your warm sweater and put your ink in full view of your boyfriend. “Y/N, what’s on your arm?” he exclaimed, eyes wide and full of shock. You stuttered for a few moments, trying to find words to explain, but your attempt fell short when Seokjin interrupted you. “They’re…they’re so cool!” i really wanted to use this gif lol

Originally posted by akaishinkirou

Yoongi- You and Yoongi told each other everything. You completely trusted each other, with pretty much anything. Well, except for one small thing- your tattoos. You’ve kept them a secret from everybody, hiding them with long-sleeves and such. You thought that nobody had any idea about them. You should’ve known better. “Hey Y/N, did it hurt when you got your tattoos?” Yoongi suddenly asked one day as you two were cuddling on the sofa. You stiffen and look up at him, incredulous. “How did-” He cut you off, smirking as he placed a kiss on your cheek. “I know more than you think.” He paused and tapped your side. “By the way, I like the one on your hip the most.” *insert smug wink here* 

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Hoseok- Your boyfriend was known for being a bit…scared. At first, you didn’t know how much was an act and how much was the real him. But you quickly learned that is just how he is, and that was exactly why you couldn’t let him know you had tattoos. You had no idea how he’d react. Currently, you two were in the dance studio as Hoseok was trying to teach you BTS’s latest choreo. “Here, let me help,” he said and wrapped his arm around your waist. Though, during the process, he accidentally lifted your shirt up a bit too far, exposing your ink. “Y/N, what the hell is on you?!” he yelled as he traced over the image on your ribs. “You have tattoos?” You nodded. He smirked and gave you a thumbs up. “Badass.” 

Originally posted by hobioppa

Namjoon- You and Namjoon had been together for six months. You truly loved him, and you were ready to take the next step with him…except that he still wasn’t aware of your tattoos. You’ve kept them expertly hidden throughout the months, and you knew you’d have to reveal them sometime. You just weren’t sure when. “Happy Anniversary, baby,” Namjoon whispered. You two were deep into a make-out session, and you were so into it, you didn’t realize your boyfriend had started to slip your shirt over your head. “Oh, wait-” You looked up and saw him staring at your tattoos with great interest. “Why have you kept these hidden?” he asked, licking his lips. You shrugged slightly as he began to trace the lines, slowly, with a darker look in his eyes. “They’re beautiful.” 

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Jimin- You have had your tattoos for a few years now, and you were incredibly proud of them. There was just one problem- you didn’t want to tell your boyfriend, Jimin. There was such a stigma against tattoos where you two lived, and you weren’t ready to tell him about your own. You had just gotten back from work, and as you were changing in your room, you heard the door open. “Shit, Y/N, I- wait, what are those?” You quickly covered yourself with a t-shirt and turned around, smiling nervously. “They’re, uh, tattoos?” you replied. Jimin’s eyes widened as he approached you. “For real?” he asked. You nodded and let him observe them up close. He especially took interest in the one on your shoulder blade, rubbing his thumb over it lightly. “There are amazing.” 

Originally posted by daffodiltae

Taehyung- Although you and Taehyung had a fairly open and accepting relationship, you were beyond nervous to let him find out you had tattoos. They all were very special to you, and it made you anxious to share something so meaningful. “Tae, you better stop,” you yelled in between laughs. The two of you were in the middle of a tickle war, and Taehyung was currently winning. “Never!” he said back, reaching for your ribs. Somehow, he managed to pull your shirt up, revealing your large side tattoo. Taehyung instantly stopped and looked down at you, his jaw dropped. “Whoa, Y/N! You never told me you had this!” You shyly tried to cover it up. “It’s so cool! Tell me all about it!”

Originally posted by cyyphr

Jungkook- You knew that Jungkook found tattoos fascinating, but you were still hesitant to reveal your own to him. You didn’t know how he’d react, since you were fairly young to have so many of them. So, you did your best to keep them hidden beneath your clothing. Today, you and Jungkook had spent your time lying around and watching reality TV, which somehow turned into a wrestling match. “Say Uncle!” Jungkook squealed as he held your hands above your head. “Never!” you said back, giggling. You squirm beneath him, trying to break free, when you accidentally push your t-shirt up too far. You watch as Jungkook’s eye’s grow even rounder than before as he catches a glimpse of your tattoos. “Oh my God, you have tattoos?” he exclaimed, a smile wide across his face. “That’s wicked! You have to take me to get one!” 

Originally posted by hohbi

oH MAN so I have to share this… y’know how there’s the general fandom view that Ford’s influence was technically with us the whole time “through the journal,” right? 

well, I was ruminating over this today and sort of spouted a bunch of ideas @witete (sorRY ahahah XD) and we bounced some things back and forth and came up with an awful angst AU and I’m vaguely proud of it so okay here we go…

The sum of all of it: Ford’s trapped in the mindscape forever after Bill Cipher basically murders his body, but Bill’s threat still remains and Ford ends up learning to manipulate objects around him (i.e. like the journal) to try and warn people of this. Things do not go well.

I’ll babble on more under the cut. XD

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*requested –> Anonymous said: Hello! I am INLOVE with your generously length works that keep me reading!!!! I was wondering if you could do a WGM scenario with Jaehyun but both of them are trying not to fall in love with each other because SCANDALS and RABID FANS and it becomes like a fluff/angst thingy??? Ugh sorry if this is a Jaeffry request but I like him ok so yea ._. Love you~

different anon: Im sorry If I have ever sent you a repeated request like idk if people request the same thing as I do. Maybe all fans have the same ideas?? Like i wish no one has requested this but could you do a jjh fic where the girl he likes/dating is a known “bad girl” (plot twist she really isnt she just has a snarky attitude and a case of bitch face syndrome but she fluff) and everyone around him is being curious and dramatic on why he likes her?? Please and if you can’t do it it’s ok too :)

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

author’s note: 1,794 words. I combined these two requests + didn’t use the wgm setting because it was easier to write that way. 

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Goon- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by th3littlemermaid14

Ok so lately the Caps have turned into an angry bunch of fighting loons… I love it! (Most of the time. Ovi needs to stay away from Mitch though XD) So this fits well right now! Enjoy guys!

Warning: fight, cuss word

@laura-smith9 Request: I had a weird day so I will drop a request hehe 😉 About Andre ofc haha ehm and it’s that the girl doesn’t like when he gets into fights on the ice (but ofc that’s hockey). And so at a game he fights and she is scared because she doesn’t want him to get hurt but she shows that she is worried through angriness and so she is mad and idk what else but it’s all fluffy and cute 🙈


              You were going to kill him.

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God look at that quality header. Graphic design is my passion.


Skam is BACK and this time I get to watch from the first clip! Fandom has been in uproar and I have so many feelings and opinions I’ve been coming apart at the seams. A lot of polarising opinions, questions, concerns, outrage. Not to mention the totally anticipated yet still alarming racism and islamophobia considering our main is a POC Muslim girl this time around.

So I thought I’d take the time to collate all my thoughts and feelings into a daily/weekly breakdown for each episode! I try to be as subjective and clear headed as possible while watching this show and take in the messages, lessons and information Julie Andem et al are providing. Forgive me if I happen to project a little or get wild in my enthusiasm as a muslim growing up europe this season is so #relatable I’ve been shook since the second we got the trailer and still in a state of disbelief that this is actually happening. So as someone very invested I thought why not share my two cents with the class.

Disclaimer: Everything here is my personal thoughts and opinions. They do not represent the views of all Muslims or POC. It’s just my own take on the show.

Im gonna try doing this Day by Day depending on the lengths ( this gets wordy I don’t shut up I’m Sorry)

Breakdown 1 >> Next

Monday 10.04.17 1:28

Okay here we are the famous opening scene. In true Skam fashion we see Sana on the train watching the streets of what i assume is Oslo go by, intersped with images relevant to the main themes of this season. Trump, images of war in what could be syria or palestine ( don’t quote me on that I honestly couldn’t tell you which), the hijabi mascot of the women’s march, the french beach hijabi lady indcedent, images of the army and missiles firing. Right off the bat they ain’t fucking around.

The street ad of two women in bikini’s which Robyn sings “All of these girls a mess I’ve seen it all before I’m not impressed” Sana watches all of this impassively, dare I say haughty even. That is until she finds herself staring at a bunch of dudebros have an ab contest in the street. Sana is human and she stares. Robyn insists “None of them make me feel anything” in direct conflict with what we see cause Sana’s expression is intrigued, appreciative even, shes smirking. That is until she startled out of it by the Azaan for Zuhr going off on her phone.

Hello Relatable AF moment #1 ( honestly why am I counting there’s already a million)

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Auston Matthews x Reader ft. Mitch Marner

Team: Toronto Maple Leafs

Warnings: Some swearing?

POV: Third Person

Summary: Mitch gets the truth out of Auston

NOTE: I just had the idea to write this, idk if I wanna keep it going. Please lemme know what you think or if you want another part

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Your name: submit What is this?

Auston had just got his keys out to unlock the door when it swung open and revealed a very disgruntled looking (Y/n). 

“Woah,” Auston smiled to himself. “Just had sex with Marns?”

“Fuck off,” (Y/n) mumbled as she pushed back Auston and immediately headed for her car.

“Nice to see you too!” Auston shouted as (Y/n) walked away.. Auston chuckled and proceeded into his home, closing the door behind him. “I’m back!” He announced, taking off his jacket and slipping off his shoes, a habit he had picked up from his time in Toronto. 

“Oh, hey,” Mitch said, walking into the front room from the kitchen with a water in his hand. “How was it?” Mitch asked in reference to the date Auston had just returned from. 

The taller boy shrugged, hanging up his scarf as well and joining Mitch in the lounge. “Not the best,”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm super happy I found this blog. I've been teaching myself the Korean writing system, and I've gotten pretty good at reading, but sometimes when I write I have trouble deciding where to separate the syllables. For ex. I saw the name "Hyuna" written as 현아 instead of something like 혀나 . Idk if this question even makes sense but is there a pattern or rule for determining where syllables start/end? Does it determine the meaning of a word?


It’s wonderful that you are learning Korean so well!!

We’re talking about something called “받침” which is the final consonant of a syllable block. It’s always on the bottom centre of the syllable block. 

• Basically, when spoken, you can tell that the pronunciation sounds more like “hyo” and then “nah” (혀나) than it does “hyun” and then “ah” (현아).

It’s the same with:

• 먹어 = “mo” and then “go” (closer to 머거). 

This is because whenever a consonant in the final position is followed by a vowel, the consonant sound moves over to the syllable with the vowel, thus giving you something that sounds like “혀나” and “머거”.

• 먹다 = “mok” and then “da”. Two consonants = no moving of the sound.

Here are some handy links to some websites and articles that might help:

Korean Wiki Project

How to Study Korean


This link will take you to a page with clickable Korean consonants. Clicking on each one will take you so a screen with examples of words and their pronunciation [which will be inside these brackets]. You can also access similar information to do with vowels etc in the top right corner. 

As you can see in this image, the order of pronunciation is labelled clearly. You just need to remember the rules mentioned above and in the resources we’ve linked for you :-)  

We hoped our explanation helped, and that the resources come in handy. Good luck!! 

anonymous asked:

i just saw your hand study and I'm???? how????????? i saw your amazing tutorial for lineart, could you make one on how you painted their hands? pls?? i've been staring at this for an hour

aww thanks anon ❤❤❤ haha

as for a tutorial, I’m not too sure how helpful this’ll be. I’m entirely self taught and really only know what works for me. also, that hand study was just meant to be stress-free practice for painting without line art. but I’ll give it a shot!

I think the most important thing is to find a good reference photo. something with relatively high resolution, good values, a nice color palette, and shows perspective and proportions well. this ^ is jin’s hand from a fansign pic courtesy of SWEETPINK. Idk if it makes sense, but something I think about when choosing ref photos is, “would someone think this image looks strange if they knew it was drawn?”

As for the actual painting:

1. I used a really messy/painty sort of brush to force myself to not wory so much about realism. first block out the general proportions and shape using a midtone, not worrying about being neat

2-3. next I start blocking in values to get a better idea of lighting and form

4-5. then it’s really just gradually rendering out the details, usually requiring making the brush smaller and making sure to maintain saturation when picking colors. I try not to rely on using the color picker tool bc I find that it tends to desaturate the chosen color, so just be aware of that.

6. lastly, I know the last two look pretty similar, but in 6 I went in with the burn and dodge tools to help increase contrast between the highlights and shadows. obviously you can do the same with color correction and messing with brightness/contrast under Image > Adjustments (in Photoshop CC). This is mainly to make the image really pop and emphasize form.

And that’s really it? I’m sorry anon, I’m terrible about explaining my process bc I just sort of wing it like 95% of the time. here’s all the stages together:

I hope this was at least somewhat helpful?? I promise, I’m still learning myself, and am also constantly changing my process. just remember, there’s no correct way of drawing anything!

(original hand study referenced can be found here)

Headlights Part Two

Sister Winchester : Head Lights Part Two

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Word Count: 3050

Summary: After waking up without the memory of Sam and the majority of your life, Dean, Cas and Bobby all help you regain it and surprise you with a special someone when you finally return home.

Warning: hospital? Idk this is too fluffy to have a warning

A/N: Thanks to  random-superwholock-imageslittle-hufflepuff-badger and  elladatimelord (I hope I didn’t forget anyone) for requesting a second part to this story. I enjoyed doing it and ensuring you all some closure. Sorry it’s a bit long and more fluffy then anything. Lots of love xx 

Part 1

Originally posted by teamfreewill-imagine

Dean looked at you in shock, he didn’t know if you were joking or being serious. How could you, of all people forget Sam. The two of you were inseparable, like each other’s shadows. You knew him better then you knew yourself. Sam was so important to your overall being, Dean didn’t know how much of yourself would be left without the memory of Sam living within you. “Sam” he stated again, “Our brother, Sam”, hoping some of this will jog your memory but you came up blank. You were confused and a little scared. Did you really have another brother? If you couldn’t remember something as important as a brother, what else had you forgotten?

“We have another brother?” You asked as you tried to process this information into your numb and groggy mind. Your heart rate monitor started to quicken it’s tempo, as panic started to rattle you. Your breathing started to follow the pace of your heart and made your fractured ribs throb under the heavy bandaging. You scanned your brain for anything to remember, but it just came up with wisps of memories which dissolved into nothing when you reached out to grabbed onto them. “I-I can’t remember” you admitted with panic shaking your voice. You looked to Dean hoping this was some bad and cruel joke he was playing on you, “Dean I can’t remember anything” you stressed, as the weight of those words sunk in.


The sunlight was streaming into your sterile room which made you squint as you looked out the window. You rolled over to escape the blinding rays of early morning sun to see Dean already sitting in the chair you had found him in last night. “Morning” he softly spoke with a small smile, “How are you feeling?” he continued.

You groggily repositioned yourself whilst you lied on the soft mattress as Dean scooted his chair closer to you, “Tired and a little slow” you sluggishly informed. “That’d be the morphine bug, glad to see you not in pain though” he smiled but you could see his sad eyes and suspected that he was still feeling guilty about the crash.

Dean was holding a large shoe box on his lap and you looked at it suspiciously. Dean saw your curious look at the box, “Oh I talked to the doctor last night about the memory loss and he said there could be the chance that you still have your memories, but they may be ‘hidden away’. So, I thought that maybe I could jog your memory with some stuff from the bunker” he told you whilst opening up the box. “The bunker?” you asked confused again. Were you part of some cold war fanatic cult?

“You know Men of Letters? Hunting? The family business?” he reminded you, half pleading behind his words. You just shook your head as your mind came up blank once again. Dean sighed with a small smile, This was going to be a long day but he loved you and having you back was enough for him. “Okay what do you remember?” he asked slightly anxious to know the extent of the memory loss. You sat up whilst you scanned your head for any memories, “last night and the car crash…”, blinding headlights, a large bang, crash and roll, hanging upside down whilst blood dripped onto shattered glass, the pain, Dean pleading for you to stay awake and then giving into the pain. You opened your eyes after the flash back and even though they haunted you, you tried to remember anything from before the car crash as you continued to concentrate on remembering anything at all. Fear, anger, shouting, a dark night and a car going far too fast, you heard your own voice shouting but it was as if you were hearing the words underwater and therefore could grasp onto a couple at a time, ‘road kill…Sam…we will find him’, an outstretched hand and headlights blinding you and Dean.

Sam, you remembered saying that three lettered name, the name that made Dean slow down. “…Were we having an argument before we crashed? Something about road kill and…Sam” you asked tentatively, opening yours eyes again and peering to Dean to see if you were correct. “Yes that’s right we were talking about Sam” Dean perked up and leant forward. Dean was relieved he had something to work with now. He looked done in the box and shuffled a couple items around before finding a slightly faded photo and passing it to you.

You took the small photo and recognised yourself in the photo smiling and laughing whilst enjoying a beer with a tall and long haired man. You suspected him to be younger then Dean, even though he looked much taller. It was in his eyes, he had eye’s almost like a child’s and were slightly similar to yours in shape. Both your eyes were crinkled in the corners due to some joke that had long passed. “That’s you and Sam a year ago, at the bunker. It was Christmas” Dean smiled at the memory of his happy siblings. A memory that you could not muster yourself but there was a niggling at the back of your mind about this Sam, the wisp was back but as soon as you tried to focus on it, it drifted away once again.

“If Sam is our brother, then where is he?” You asked. Dean’s face dropped and he seemed to age in a matter of seconds. Dean had almost forgotten about Sam as he was so focussed on you after the crash. He would do anything to have life as it was only a month ago, with his family happy and together once again; How much could one sibling take? “Sam? … Sam is missing. We were looking for him when we crashed.” He summarised. You thought that was strange. People don’t usually go missing. Or maybe they do, you really had no bearings of what was normal and what wasn’t without your memories. You just nodded and looked back down at the picture.

Dean watched as you studied the photo and then pulled out another item from the box and handed it to you. It was a large plaid shirt which had a strong comforting scent lacing it, “Home” you sighed, even though you couldn’t remember where home was. You held the shirt up to your nose and inhaled it once again, every time it seemed to bring back that wisp of a memory. You looked back to the photo and recognised the shirt in your hands as the one of Sam was wearing in the photo. Dean saw as the pieces were fitting together in your mind and was slightly relieved, maybe this won’t be as hard as he thought.

You went to hand back the shirt and photo but Dean just shrugged, “You keep them” he smiled. “I’d put on the shirt if I didn’t have all these tubes in the way” you lightly chuckled at your own misfortune and Dean chuckled with you,

“Yeah you were always were creeping into our rooms at home to steal our clothes. But we would always catch you even with your hunter-light footsteps, because the place echoes so much.”

“Hunter-light footsteps? … I don’t think I will be walking that lightly for a while.” You jested to yourself again whilst shaking your casted leg before returning to the conversation, “So, this bunker is our home and we hunt?”

“Correct. Sam, you and I, found the bunker a couple years back. But we have been hunting since we were teens and even before that we were in the family business researching or just knowing about it”

“Family business…Why am I remembering a lot of salt and motel rooms and… wait was there a fire?”

“Umm yeah that’d be the house fire.” Dean’s tone of voice had dropped at the mention of the fire and you had the feeling that it affected his life a lot. “That’s when Mum died.” He added solemnly. You mind was still a blank even over this quite rocking revelation of your mother’s premature death. But you felt nothing towards this, you continued to feel numb. “Do you have a picture of her?” you asked pulling Dean back out of his day dream. He found another photo and gave it to you, a wedding photo, “She’s beautiful. What was her name?” you sighed looking from the bride to the groom. “Mary and next to her if John, he’s also passed.” Dean watched you carefully over the news of your two parents already gone and now you with no memory of them. “Are you okay? Sorry it’s quite a lot to take in, I know” he asked softly, “Yeah, I’m okay. How can you miss someone you don’t even remember. No, I’m just sorry that I have lost the opportunity to know them.”. Dean was surprised that you still possessed the maturity and wisdom that you had from your old self. You may have lost your memory but your spirit still seemed to be the same.

“So, tell me more about Sam.” You changed the subject so that you wouldn’t over think your parent’s death and make yourself upset. “Sam, well he was middle child. Older then you but younger then me obviously. However, he is taller than both of us by about a foot. He left for Stanford when he wanted out of our way of life but then Dad went missing a couple years later. So we went to Stanford and pulled his ass out to do a hunt-”

“A car chased us and we jumped off a bridge” you smiled and laughed to yourself. “Wait why did a car chase us and we jumped off a bridge?” you suddenly got quite serious and a little scared as you looked to Dean who was just laughing at you, happy that your memories were filtering in, “Oh it was hunted by-”, “A lady in white. So, is that what we hunt?” you butted in again as the memories continued to return. “That’s right, and yeah basically. We hunt everything from Spirits, werewolves, vampires, Demons, shifters. You name it, we kill it”. Your eyes widened, he had to be joking, “I thought they were just from fairy tales” Dean shook his head sympathetically, “Unfortunately not. So, that’s what we do and that’s how Sam went missing. He went to do a simple salt and burn, solo hunt. It should have only taken him only a weekend but then he wouldn’t pick up our calls so we left to go looking for him.”. You nodded as you tried to process all of this but you were still apprehensive about this whole supernatural world. “Speaking about looking for Sam” Dean’s voice dropped a little into a serious tone as he segued into a new topic, “Now that you are a bit better, I have to go and try and keep looking for Sam. I’m sorry I hate to leave you here but I got Uncle Bobby and Cas coming to keep you company whilst I’m gone. I’m sorry Y/N I wish we could just focus on you getting better, but I have to go”. You processed his words as fear started to creep up on you as he stood up to leave, “What if the same thing that got Sam, gets you?” you asked worriedly grabbing onto Dean’s hand to keep him with you. “It won’t Y/N, don’t worry.” Dean assured, “Okay” you replied a bit flattened that he was going to leave you. You felt so alone when he wasn’t around in this foreign world. He sighed at the new tone in your voice so he leaned over and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be back soon Bug, I promise” you smiled as Dean walked away and then a flash of a memory floated dreamily into your mind. Sam but a lot younger, almost a teenage version of himself, is sitting on your bed with his lips pressed into a hard line, “It’s just Stanford not the end of the world Y/N. I’ll be back soon Bug, I promise”. Then as soon as the memory came, it floated away before you could remember what happened next.


Days turned into weeks, which rolled into months. You had your dressings changed more times then you could remember attended rehabilitation sessions to learn to walk and move properly again. The excess tubes and monitors were slowly taken away until you could finally put on Sam’s shirt. You went to a neurologist to help with regaining your memory, but you were still foggy in some aspects but you had Bobby and Cas to help fill in the spaces whilst Dean was away.

Bobby looked rough and grizzly but underneath he was jolly and patient whilst he told you stories about yourself:
How you and your brothers use to play chasey in the car yard. The time he had you taught you to restore your own a car that you picked out from the car yard when your brothers and father left you at his place for the summer. He laughed when he told you about how both the boys were jealous you had your own car before them and he also told you how he was fixing your father’s car now. He told you about your father and mother and how they met. He was the one that helped you remember your parents and how a house fire had changed everything in more depth that Dean had skipped over.

You also met a man named Cas, an unusual name but it matched his character. Cas was sweet and a little strange. When you first met Cas, he walked straight up to you and pressed his fingers to your forehead before you slapped his hand away. He just looked confused at you before apologising that he couldn’t heal you by bringing you a life time’s worth of memory back to you but he would help you anyway. Then he explained he was an angel of the Lord, as if that was some minor detail he seemed to forget about.

Cas talked in an odd monotone voice and he seemed to not be able to catch onto social norms. Such as the time when a nurse said that they needed to wash you, he sat content in his chair before the nurse asked him to leave your room so you could have some privacy. Cas came to sit with you almost daily and told you stories about his brothers and his Father and compared them to yours, you came to learn they were quite similar in some aspects. Cas was always patient and never seemed to tire telling you stories of yourself and your brothers. He helped you with your memories on Sam and hunting in particular.

He told you how he met Dean and Bobby first. Then you and Sam, he said how you were always kind to him although you didn’t always agree with his methods and that he changed over time. There were stories about bars and playing pool whilst hustling people. He told you how people would get mad but then Sam and Dean would always step in to protect you. He told you about the apocalypse and Lucifer as well as his time in Purgatory with Dean. He liked talking about bumblebees and brought you pizza when you were over the bland hospital food.

Finally, the day came for you to leave the hospital where Cas wheeled you out in a wheelchair to the carpark where Bobby was waiting by the repaired black Impala. After a drive out of town you finally pulled up to a wooded area where they walked you down carefully to the bunker.

Cas helped you down the first small flight of stairs and into the Bunker itself. You came to scan over the large space underneath you, “Dean!” you yelped as you found him staring up at you in awe. It was the first time he had seen you in almost a month and he hadn’t seen you stand by yourself since the accident, let alone walk. You started to walk down the stairs as you locked eyes with another pair of green orbs.

A quick flash of memories tumbled into your mind, “I’ll be back soon Bug, I promise”, the plaid shirt that smelt of home, the faded photo of last Christmas, playing chasey in Bobby’s car yard, Stanford, another fire, Jess, playing pool and hustling people for some extra cash, feeling protected and safe when your big brother stepped in against sleazy patrons hassling you, your older brother, the apocalypse, hunting, Mary, John, your family and “Sam?” you spoke aloud as the stream of memories helped you finally recognise your older brother. He had a large smile on his face and was tall with long hair but with a couple more scars on him. He wore old jeans and a plaid shirt and it was something with his eyes that captivated you the most. They were almost like a child’s, “Hey Bug” he spoke up to you softly. You heard as the others all let out a collective exhale of relief as you stumbled down the stairs to Sam and fell into his warm embrace. Sam hugged you tightly until a small yelp escaped your lips, Sam pulled back worried, eyes searching you for the cause of pain, “Sorry it was just my ribs, still mending themselves” you smiled patting them. Dean took the opportunity to steal you away and gave you an enveloping hug, being mindful of your sore ribs and other healing injuries. “Thankyou” you whispered into his ear, “Thank you for getting Sam home, thank you for everything”. Dean smiled, “Don’t mention it, it was my fault you are in this mess in the first place”. You shook your head, it wasn’t his fault, “Shit happens” you assured him as you pulled out of the hug and sat into the wheel chair Bobby had carried down the stairs. “Hey wheel chairs, your favourite” Sam perked up, “Remember that time I broke-”, “Your leg when your eleven. Yeah I remember” winking at Dean.

Green Eyes

Her eyes were poetry she would share with the world.

Although it could only be felt and not seen, they danced through the hues with exhilarating ease, from the dullest grey, to a serene jade, to the brightest green. They were hot and fierce, and oh, how they burned, the poet would see. Burned with passion, for her kingdom and research – and burned with grace, as befitting of a princess blessed by the Goddess herself. Her fire was contagious and inspiring, so much that he had written about it more times than he could count.

But one day, the Sheikah saw in her eyes a different type of flame.

It didn’t burn the same way – his soul didn’t bathe in its warmth the way it could before. The mysterious fire plagued his mind for a while. What could it possibly be?

A thought would cross his mind from time to time, and he would shoot it down just as fast as it appeared, as to avoid possibly feeding it. He couldn’t get… hopeful.

He expected to find some answers in his own writing, desperately looking for anything remotely similar to the unfamiliar fire in those green eyes. That writing was different from the one he would show to the Royal Family – it was raw and emotional, and featured the Princess’s eyes to an almost uncomfortable degree.

But despite his numerous accounts on her piercing gaze, he couldn’t find anything that helped with his issue. He allowed himself to sit back and think.

The same thought came to him, and this time, he reluctantly allowed it to flourish, seemingly out of options. Could it be…?

There weren’t many people around her age in the castle, let alone the ones who would actually interact with her. The only two he could think of was himself, and…


He laughed at the thought, foolish at it was – the boy wasn’t even nobility, and clearly didn’t look like a sensible man of the arts like himself. Could that Hylian write his feelings onto paper as well as he did? Could he speak in a manner as refined and enthralling as the Sheikah had learned with the years living in the better parts of the castle?

No, scrap that – could that kid even speak? He probably had chosen not to after realizing how much more eloquent and wise the Princess was. What a ridiculous idea that was.

And yet, quick as lightning, the Sheikah’s chest tightened as he imagined the two lying on a grassy field and staring at the clouds, with the boy casually calling the Princess by her first name.


He quickly got up from his desk, his heart heavy. He paced around in his room, staring at the floor with a wide-eyed stare. He wouldn’t even call her that in his dreams.

The poet’s imagination got increasingly vile, depicting the pair sitting together in front of a fire in a small cave. The two stared deeply into each other’s eyes, fingers intertwined. The Princess pulled the knight’s face closer until their lips crashed into a passionate kiss, quickly being followed by—

No, no, no.

He took a deep breath, and a reassuring laugh as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Preposterous. Not just the bizarre scenarios his mind had brewed, but the whole idea of the Princess having feelings for her appointed knight. His breathing felt less heavy now, and he shook his head with a smile as he stared to the ceiling, as if silently making fun of himself for having such fanciful thoughts.

He recalled the Princess seemingly despising the knight, judging by the cold stares she would give him each day as they were to leave the Castle. The Sheikah had barely seen them lately, being occupied with his own art, but nothing could have changed that drastically, right?

But then… what could possibly explain the foreign warmth in her eyes as he passed by her earlier in the evening? What else could it possibly be, if not that?

His chest tightened again. It was futile to fight against the increasingly real possibility that the Princess was in love – and not with him, a sensible talented artist – but with an awkward boy with a sword that seemed too big for him. With Link.

The poet caught his reflection in the mirror – he looked distressed. His hair was disheveled, his face was paler and his eyes… he saw them green. Not a beautiful, blooming green like the Princess’s, but a sick, spiteful shade that he would never want her to lay eyes upon, lest she find out about his true feelings. 

He looked away from the repulsive image in the mirror. His eyes were before full of love and admiration, but now… now they were this. Dancing between shades as swiftly as hers, but picking the wrong colors. He sighed, slowly making his way back to the desk.

His eyes were poetry he would keep to himself.


SINCE JANUARY FIRST 2015 TO TODAY, DECEMBER 28TH 2015 I HAVE DOCUMENTED EVERY DINGLE FUCKIGN MEME THAT WAS WIDESPREAD ON THIS GOD FORESAKEN WEBSITE, and yes I may not have been all scientific about it like some other people, but guess what this was a years worth of work and if this doesnt get some notes i ‘m going to scream

so, the memes of 2015, in a sort of chronological order but not for all of them:

  • “Sure Jan.”
  • year of neon genisis evangelion
  • Actually the entire brady bunch movie
  • reverse rick rolling
  • Miyazaki talking shit bout stuff (which tbh tho otaku culture is really messing up japan as a whole so this is sort of a serious thing idk man)
  • captain america civil war
  • i’m a jaded teenage girl.  i’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t even dream of.  you think life is hardd? try asking the cutest guy in the grade out in the middle of the cafeteria only to find out he had a fucking girlfriend.
  • Innapropiate audition songs
  • Dick cheney made money off the Iraq war
  • if you’re reading this it’s too late
  • *looks at smudged writing on hand*
  • Hoe don’t do it… Oh my god
  • Natalia kills
  • Uptown funk counts as a meme
  • The thing with all the emojis and send this to ten people
  • jet fuel can’t melt steel beams
  • Sausage movement
  • Taking the text from like a TV show title and editing it to say new shit.  I don’t even know if this meme has a name.  
  • garnet, amethyst, and (thing that isn’t pearl)
  • 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
  • Russia made memes illegal (I am gay gay gay I like long big cocks)
  • Paul Blart Mall Cop
  • rare pepe
  • *opens buzzfeed* … *closes buzzfeed*
  • sonic for real justice DOWN WITH MOD AMY. JUSTICE FOR MOD SILVER
  • barber: what you want –> barber: say no more
  • take me to snurch (snail church)
  • snake people, or sneople (two seperate memes)
  • She called me ugly I said “bitch swhere” she said “Under all that makeup” i said “bITCH SWHERE????!!!”
  • #thisgeneration
  • mcfreakin lose it
  • down with cis
  • minions
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Rebel love

AN: the reader and Cassian are out on a solo mission when something goes horribly wrong.
Pairings: Cassian X reader
Characters: Cassian Andor
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Prompt: “Do you think I could please request a cassian andor x reader where you two go on a mission together and it fails, he thinks you had screwed up the mission and it isn’t until they get back on base and he yells at you, does he realise you actually got the information and actually succeeded. Maybe it’s because he is used to doing missions by himself and idk? Whatever comes to your mind heh thanks love”


Cassian swore under his breath as the grainy image on the monitor shifted and you were finally in his line of sight. It was a simple mission: get in, sweet talk the information out of some crooks and get right back out again; perfect for the young rebel looking to prove themselves. He’d known you for a while now- liked you even-but he’d never really understood your need to be in the thick of things, and you had been known to be reckless.

When the mission was presented, it was made clear that it was a two man job, and that whoever took it wouldn’t be able to expect to be rescued should something go wrong. Retrieving the location of the Death Star plans was the priority, they must be located, no matter the cost. It was made clear that this was a success or death type of job. You’d leapt at the chance . Cassian himself had been unsure from the start. The planet they were on wasn’t known for the reliability of its people, and he didn’t want to risk this information on a newbie.

On the monitor, you tossed your hair and threw your head back, fake laughing at something the burly man in front of you had said. Something ugly formed in Cassian’s chest and, like a good boss, he swallowed it down. You were touching the other man’s chest now, leaning in like you were sharing something secret with him, and Cassian felt his beast hiss with displeasure. It was further aggravated as the man placed his hand on your waist and pulled you flush against him. Although there was no sound, Cassian saw you yelp with surprise, only to cover it with a nervous laugh.

“Come on Y/N,” he murmured, “get out of there.”

The man leant forward, brushing his lips against your neck as he pulled you closer and Cassian swore again, the beast in his chest roaring for him to storm in there and pull you out himself. He hoped that you’d finish the job quickly. The information was good, it would save a lot of lives, but it wasn’t worth this. He knew that he had no real right to be angry. By all accounts you were doing what needed to be done, but the creature in his chest disagreed. You were being reckless, it cried, and stupid, and you were endangering the mission.

So wrapped up in his own thoughts was Cassian that he almost missed the moment when the bartender pulled out his gun.

“Fuck!” He cried, gripping the monitor like he could jump into the screen and rescue you.

There was chaos. At the sight of a gun being pointed in their general direction, three other customers had pulled out their own weapons and had begun to fire. Glasses shattered, tables flipped and soon there was so much smoke obscuring the camera that Cassian could no longer see you. He swore again, fear beginning to make its way through his veins. The bar you had been at was only ten minutes from your current temp base, but ten minutes was a lifetime in a gunfight, and he wasn’t even sure that you were there anymore. To rescue you was his first instinct. The protective beast in his chest was itching to tear the men limb from limb.

Nevertheless he started loading his weapons, his heart pounding in his fragile ribcage. You were so young, too young to be in this fight. He should’ve been there with you, he should’ve protected you, he shouldn’t have let you come, he should’ve he should’ve he should've….

“Shoo, that got hairy fast.” He heard you call with a breathless laugh.

Cassian turned, his blood freezing in his veins. You were breathless from running and a fine sheen of sweat coated your forehead, but you were alive and, judging by your smile, found the whole situation rather amusing.

“Going somewhere, Andor?” You teased, casting a look at his half loaded gun, “You’re not planning on running out on me, are you?”

He didn’t know wether it was the stress of the mission, the relief of having you back, or the infuriating smirk on your face that did it. He couldn’t tell why his emotions turned so quickly, but suddenly he was furious.

“Do you think this is funny?” He asked, his voice dripping with anger, “Is this all some kind of joke to you? This is real life Y/N. People are counting on us, counting on you to take this seriously.” He slammed his gun down, the noise eerily loud in the cave, “You managed to, in the space of less than an hour; nearly blow our cover, very nearly get yourself and a room full of civilians killed, and ruin the only lead we had on where to find the Death Star plans. So laugh it up, because the second we get back to base I’m making sure that you are never sent on another intelligence mission.”

“Cassian-“ you started.

“No, no stop. Y/N you could’ve died do you get that? Because I don’t think you do. You could have died and I was expected to just sit here, staring at the computer screen like an idiot and just let it happen,” he continued, words pouring out of him like a fountain as he paced back and forth in front of you, “how could you have been so reckless? What would I have done if-if-“
His voice faded into nothingness as something resembling understanding settled in your eyes. Cassian found himself aching to touch you, to reach out a hand and brush it against your skin just to make sure that it was warm, to make sure that you really were alive. It had been so long since he’d last ached like this.

“Cass,” you tried again, more gently this time, “before everything went down I got the location. There’s a guy who should know more somewhere on Jakku,” you explained, stepping closer to your mentor, “we did it. We got the information we needed.”

Cassian exhaled, the knot of anxiety in his chest loosening, “We did?”

You nodded, smiling again and taking his hands in yours, “We did!” You squeezed his hands in yours.

You really were quite close now, Cassian realized as the fading light glinted off your eyes. The silence began to stretch as he traced the line of your nose with his gaze, burning you with his intensity. The relationship had never been normal, you’d never wanted anything more than Cassian was willing to give you, and he’d never wanted to risk losing you by tying you to someone like him. So mostly you just pined for each other and waited, living for the next moment like this one, where the lingering hope of something good would be loud enough that it drowned out the promise of something bad waiting just over the horizon.

Slowly, Cassian lowered his forehead until it rested against yours, sighing as he gripped your hands.

“I was so scared that I’d lost you Y/N,” he admitted in a whisper, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if-“

“Shh, it’s fine,” you answered, “I’m fine. Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise.”

He laughed ruefully, “You can’t promise that.”

“I suppose I can’t, but I can promise that I won’t try and find trouble.” You promised.

Cassian looked at you, assessing the sincerity of your words and then growled, surging forward and pressing his lips to yours. You gasped into the kiss, but responded in kind, winding your hands into Cassian’s shirt while his tangled in your hair. He tasted like oranges and gunpowder, with danger and devotion laced into every breath and, suddenly, you understood why people died for love, why they risked everything for the people they cared about.

The rebellion had to succeed, because you couldn’t live without kissing Cassian Andor again.