if you would stop that would be much appreciated

anonymous asked:

As a guy - I know I can’t apologize for all guys so I’m not going to try but...fuck that piece of shit and I’m sorry someone spoke to you like that.

Thank you so much kind anon, I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate it! As a girl- I am not gonna hold you responsible for all guys either, that would be totally unfair. 

But damn, can you bring it up at y’alls next meeting or something?? Honestly, it’s getting out of hand!!!

Are you sure?” 

Look at the concern on his face for her. Look at it

Even though he’s with the girl of his dreams, he still leaves her behind to make sure Star was feeling OK. He didn’t want her to feel left out because she loved Love Sentence just as much as he did and he wanted her to be with him to enjoy the show together. He KNOWS that she probably felt awkward about the kiss he had with Jackie and that’s why he attempted to apologize to her. Because he didn’t want her to be the third wheel and feel left out. 

Even though he’s in a relationship with Jackie, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about Star anymore. He still cares about her feelings, he still cares about her problems, he still cares about their friendship. Being in a relationship with Jackie didn’t erase everything he felt towards Star. 

Stop saying that Marco has changed because he’s in a relationship with Jackie. 

Stop saying that Marco doesn’t care about Star now that he’s with Jackie. 

Stop saying that Marco doesn’t appreciate Star now that he’s with Jackie. 

Marco Diaz LOVES AND APPRECIATES Star so much as his Best Friend and he would never hurt her intentionally. For fucks sake you saw how he tried apologizing to her over the kiss he had with his new Girlfriend. This boy would never do something to intentionally hurt her feelings. 

I’m a hardcore Starco shipper but I would never hate Jackie Lynn Thomas over the Starco angst we’re going through right now. I’m not the writer of the series, I’m not part of the creative team, I have no idea how long that relationship will last. I will enjoy what we have so far and I have faith that Daron will provide a great story for all of us to enjoy regardless who winds up getting together with who. 

(PS: Thanks for not removing anything. You’re Great) 

Quality ML Tropes
  • “Tikki I am so in love with Adrien Agreste” “Ok well then why don’t you talk to him?” “no”
  • “Gosh Nino Marinette is such a good friend. She’s so friendly! I really appreciate her in my life!” “That’s awesome man you should tell her that, I think it would mean a lot.” “Uh….no”
  • “Tikki I really do love Chat Noir but I wish he would stop flirting with me. I don’t reciprocate his feelings and it makes my life so much more complicated because I worry all the time about letting him down.” “Maybe say so? He’d never do anything to make you uncomfortable on purpose!!” “Oh, I couldn’t-”
  • “Plagg do you think that Marinette has a crush on me???” “idk kid why don’t you ask her?” “nO!”
  • [post accidental reveal] “TIKKI Adrien can’t possibly like me for me !!!!!!!!!!!! He only loves me because I’m ladybug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t possibly be together with him my HEAR TIS BROKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “Or what if. And i might be stretching here Marinette but what if. You had an open and healthy dialogue about your feelings and concerns to resolve this issue” “nO TIKKI WHY WOULD I EVER-”
Scrying Methods

Mirror Scrying
Probably the most salient form of scrying available to our cultural consciousness, thanks to Snow White.
-Black Mirror scrying (done with a black tinted mirror) works best for me, because otherwise I fall victim to my own vanity and just stare at myself. There’s a good Urban Witch tips post around here somewhere that suggests using your blank smartphone screen as a black mirror on the go.

Water Scrying
-With liquid in a bowl of any colour, though I prefer a deep, transparent blue. You can also add food dye.
-In the bath, and accompanied by other bath magic like oils and herbs and whatever works for you.
-Staring at the Ocean (I’m very lucky to live next to the Pacific). Results would vary depending on weather conditions, i.e. if the surf is rough or calm, what colour sky is being reflected, what the wind is doing, where the tide is etc. Probably good for contacting deities with ocean associations, if that’s your jam.
-Staring at a Lake (I also live next to a lake), similar in practice to Ocean Scrying, with the added bonus of relative stillness and aquatic fauna making ripples, trees casting shadows, floating flowers, a reflection of the sky.

Crystal Scrying
I prefer Amethyst, but use whatever gem works for you.

Close Your Eyes
Sometimes I can close my eyes and see the most vivid things, not imagination or visualisation, just scenes, floating across my vision.

Dream Scrying
I’ve never tried it, but it’s probably a form of Oneiromancy (which I do practice). If you’re lucid or have any control over your dreamscape, try scrying on any medium in there. I think it would be cool but I can’t really try it yet.

Fire Scrying
-I hate candles, but a lot of people have a good time scrying with them.
-Bonfire scrying I last tried on New Year’s Eve, whilst under the influence of some questionable substances. It was going well, but people were starting to stare at me so I had to stop.
-Hearth scrying would be a more accessible form of this, and I would personally use it for scrying with Hestia.

Sky Scrying
-Can be done during the day, with clouds (similar to  Nephelomancy) or the wild blue yonder (you really have to come to Australia to appreciate how BLUE the sky is).
-Can also be done at night, with the moon, or stars. Stargazing is a practice I came into after my childhood, when we finally realised I was near sighted and really couldn’t see much up there.

Smoke Scrying
-With incense, watching the curls of smoke was one of the first things I did as a young witch.
-And now, as an adult, cigarette smoke is equally fascinating (though I would not recommend picking up a smoking habit for the sake of witchcraft, or at all).

Steam Scrying
-With your kettle or warm beverage of choice, very similar to smoke scrying, obliquely related to nephelomancy.

Comfort Inn Ending | 4

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst, smut
wordcount: 8.3k

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Got7 reaction: their s/o running their fingers through their hair while they’re falling asleep

Request:  Can you do a got7 reaction to their s/o running their fingers through their hair while they’re starting to fall asleep? Thanks in advance!

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it lovely :)



Mark: Is so touched that you’re helping him relax and will nuzzle his head into your chest, signalling you to carry on. He’d probably have a shy smile on his face that you can’t see. Sooner or later he’ll be fast asleep, and will feel refreshed in the morning as you helped him sleep so well.

“Thank you for being so caring of me, jagiya.”

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

Jaebum: Would want to be the one playing with your hair, even though it relaxes him. He’d pull you close and play with your hair instead and you’d have your hands rested on his back as you both drift off to sleep together.

“Ahh, your hair is so soft~..”

Originally posted by wangpxppy

Jackson: Loves it so so much. He’s such an affectionate person and would appreciate how relaxed you’re making him feel. He’d hold you so tight and rest his head on your chest and tell you not to stop in his soft sleepy voice, while slowly falling asleep while listening to your heartbeat.

*half asleep* “Mmph, don’t stop, you’re so comfy.”

Originally posted by skythehotnugget

Jinyoung: Doesn’t have much of a reaction, he’s content with just letting you baby him until hes fast asleep, and will do the same to you the next night as a thank you.

“I didn’t know someone playing with my hair would make me so calm.”

Originally posted by little-jyp

Youngjae: Sunshine is so happy you’re playing with his hair. He’d love it when you did this and I think he’d have a reaction like Mark’s, but with more nuzzling and soft shy giggles. I feel like when you play with his hair, he’d want to lay on top of you with his head resting on your chest while looking up at you. Whenever you play with his hair everything gets 10x softer (and sleepier) 

“Another reason added to the list of why you’re perfect - you play with my hair”

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Bambam: Bam would act like he isn’t effected by it but you bet he is. He’d fight the urge to sleep just so he can see you try even harder to relax him. Deep down he’d find it really endearing and sweet that you’re helping him sleep well, but would make a sarcastic comment about it because this is Bambam we’re talking about.

“Are you trying to make my hair greasy or something?”

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom: He’d either get really shy and blushy or just accept it and let you do what you’re doing. Either way he’d really like having you playing with his hair and he’d be asleep in no time.

“Jagi, is my hair really that soft?”

Originally posted by datyugyummy

That One Dreadful Call

Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 974

Warnings: ANGST (which isn’t a shocker with me anymore) 

A/N: Here’s your Daddy!Jensen angst!!! I hope you all enjoy it…there may be a part two or I may just be a bitch and leave it like this lol anyways thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is gratefully appreciated!!!

Jensen couldn’t stop smiling. While waiting for the set to be prepared again he started thinking about you and your four year old daughter who looked exactly like you, but had his eyes. He had everything he could have ever wanted and more. Ever since marrying you, you had truly made him a better man and he could never stop showing you how much he appreciates and loves you. Last night was one of those nights, after Olivia fell asleep, you were all his and everything was completely perfect. Jensen actually felt himself starting to blush as he started thinking about last night in such a public place. He was brought out of his thoughts by the directors booming voice, rubbed the back of his neck, and made his way back to his marker.

Many takes later it was finally lunch time and also around the same time you would pick Olivia up from pre-K. Which would result in him getting a FaceTime call of the two of you as you drove back home. All throughout lunch Jensen was constantly checking his phone, so much that Jared noticed, “Hey man, she probably just forgot or got busy with the teacher or something. Don’t sweat it.”

“Do you think I should call just to be sure?”

Jared shook his head, “Nah, I’m telling you everything is fine.

“But she always calls, this isn’t just something she would all of a sudden forget to do.”

“I know, which is why I’m saying something else must have come up to where she couldn’t FaceTime you.” Jared’s head lifted when he heard the director’s voice once again. Slapping the side of Jensen’s arm he gave him a reassuring smile, “Come on, back to work we go.”

Jensen gave a nod of his head as he stuffed his cell phone back into his pocket, he’d find out why he didn’t get his call when he got home tonight. Jared was probably right, it was most likely nothing and Jensen was just overreacting. But then again if you did have something else to do…why didn’t you just send him a quick text? He shook his head and brushed it off as he walked back onto set, immediately transforming into Dean Winchester.

Jensen went about the rest of his day without a single call or message from you still. Now he was really starting to get worried. He moved you here to Vancouver with him so he could always be with you and never miss a moment of Olivia growing up. Even though he was about an hour away you still talked to him like you still lived in Austin, he was your best friend and you were his. So to go all day without hearing anything from you…really made him nervous.

It was at the beginning of the final scene, one more hour till he got to go home, when his phone finally rang. The director wasn’t all that happ,y but Jensen answered it anyways, waving off the director, “Y/N, babe, why haven’t you called me all day? Is something wrong?”

Jensen heard sniffling along with little whimpers and his brow scrunched together, that wasn’t you, “Olivia? Baby girl, where’s mommy?”

She whimpered one last time before Jensen heard someone else whispering to her, “Olivia, is that mommy? Can you hand her the phone?” This was when Jensen really started to panic and he wasn’t sure what was going on. He felt Jared’s hand on his shoulder with a questioning look but he just gave him the ‘hold on’ finger.

“D-Daddy…t-the mean man t-told me dat m-mommy can’t t-talk right now…dat y-you gotta find us. C-Come find us daddy…I-I scared….” He heard her starting to cry again as she pleaded for him to help her. His heart dropped, his stomach twisted into a knot, and he could feel his throat starting to close up. His little girl was calling out to him to help her and save her and he had no idea where you or her even were.

“Liv…tell me who has you and daddy will be right there!” He waited barely a second and he didn’t hear her voice or her whimpers anymore. “Liv! Olivia!” Jensen shut his eyes and some tears escaped just as another voice spoke through the phone.

“Jensen! Hey buddy, how’s it hanging?!”

“J-James?” That’s all Jared needed to hear and he pulled away from Jensen and started to call the police on his cell phone.

Jensen heard this blood curdling laugh on the other end, “You sound so surprised! I told you that you’d be seeing me again! Looks like someone didn’t believe me!” James said in a sing song taunting tone that made Jensen shudder..  

“You tell me where you have them and we can settle this right now. James, you give me back my family!” Jensen’s voice broke as his knees gave out. “Please. I’ll give you anything you want, just give me my family back.”

“Ya know…as tempting as that is…and let me tell ya, having you offer up anything that I want is really really tempting…I’m gonna have to pass. We haven’t had our fun just yet! Toodles Jay!” James started laughing again and Jensen couldn’t stop the furious tears as he heard those last two words and then there was nothing at all except for the cruel dial tone heckling him. Jensen screamed and then threw his fist into the ground not caring about the pain that just erupted throughout his arm. Jared rushed over and slung an arm around Jensen’s shoulders, pulling his friend into his body as Jensen gave in and cried.

“We’ll get ‘em back Jay…we’ll get ‘em back,” Jared promised, waving away several people that had come over, asking what was happening.

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Keith: guys I-I’m feeling something… I think my lion is trying to talk to me
Pidge: woah
Hunk: dude omg
Lance: wtf how?????
Coran: a lion has never attempted to speak with their paladin this early!!!
Allura: Keith, listen very carefully to what your lion has to say. It could be very important.
Red lion: Keith…
Red lion: I swear to god if you don’t stop getting your ass in danger I’m going to bite you myself. Do you know how hard it is being a fucking robot lion tasked with defending the universe without me having to save your as from the cold vacuum of space every five minutes. Is it me????? Am I doing something to drive my child away??? Please tell me because I would really appreciate it if you would fucking stop it and sit down for TEN FUCKING MIN-

BTS Reaction to: their S/O sending pictures of lingerie during their practice

Thank you to anon for the request!

***I do not own any of the gifs***


This boy almost wouldn’t be able to handle it when you sent him a few selfies of you in pretty black lace. He’d swallow passed the dryness forming in his throat, try to blink away the rush washing over him. His body would be jittery suddenly, squirming in his seat while Jimin sang in the booth before him. Something akin to embarrassment would paint his cheeks with roses, not that he didn’t love it when you teased him like this. He simply wasn’t used to your bold actions and it made him feel like his head was spinning whenever you pulled a stunt like this. The images would surely come as a surprise, catching him off guard especially in the middle of recording. Still, he wouldn’t deny that it ignited a fire in the pit of his stomach and made him much too eager to get home to you so he could love you down. He’d take a soft breath before texting back, the ghost of a smile burning amidst his flushing face.

“You look so beautiful! But you don’t have to send pics, I like it when you surprise me. I’ll be home soon.”


If you sent a picture to Yoongi during his practice, especially if he was in the middle of writing, you couldn’t expect a text back right away. The photo you blessed him with would be a lavish treat, one he would certainly want to reward you for, but he’s too level-headed and submerged in his work to tell you right away. He would glimpse at his phone when it lit up next to where he was scribbling lyrics, leaning back a little in his chair and allowing a chuckle to slip from the back of his throat. A smug smile lifted the corners of his lips as he licked them, taking his precious time drinking in the sight of you. After a moment, he’d lock his phone and set it back next to his work, face down this time. As much as he cherished every moment of your digital sensuality, he would need to finish whatever he was working on before allowing himself to indulge in you. But as soon as he could, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you just how appreciative he was.

“I love it so much when you send me texts like this. Fuck, I can’t stop staring at that photo. When I come home, why don’t you sit on my face and let me show you just how thankful I am for everything you do for me, baby?”


Hobi would be in the middle of going through a dance routine when he decided he needed to catch his breath. He’d be skimming through his phone, patting down his glowing face with a towel, when he’d spot your message in his notifications. Instantly his heart would race, eyes lighting up behind his lashes. A bright grin would overtake his face, heat crawling up his neck and nestling in his chubby cheeks when your picture filled up his screen. He’s the type to forget the nature of the picture and its intent to turn him on. Instead, he’d go straight to overly-affectionate boyfriend mode who cannot comprehend the beauty that was his significant other. He’d be so giddy, so amazed by you, so enraptured and smitten.

“Oh my god!! That’s my baby!! Holy shit you look so good, you’re breathtaking!! How did I get to be so damn lucky!! I cannot believe I have the most beautiful significant other in the entire universe!!” A plethora of heart emojis would be scattered between all of his sweet compliments, and he’d be beaming for the rest of the day.


Teasing Namjoon was all too fun, especially when you knew it would be at the most inconvenient times. The threat of punishment that always followed your teasing riled you up in ways you never failed to take advantage of. Namjoon was spending some time with the rap line, working on a new song for the upcoming comeback, when his phone buzzed in the pocket of his souvenir jacket. He ignored it at first, assuming that you had simply forgotten that he was at work and would retract into waiting for him as soon as you realized. However, when his phone buzzed not once, not twice, but three more times, he cleared his throat and glimpsed apologetically between Hoseok and Yoongi before meekly requesting for a short five-minute break. Standing up to take a step away from where they sat on the grass, he reeled out his phone and unlocked his messages only for blood to jolt south through his body.

Texting back at a ferocious speed with a clenched jaw and furrowed brows, he warned, “Princess, keep teasing daddy like this with that pretty lingerie and you’ll get punished when I’m done at work. But that’s what you want isn’t it? I know you love it when I spank you.”


Jimin would react in one of two ways, depending on his mood that day. Some days he is the small, shy mochi that blushes profusely at the smallest things, and other days he can kill a man with just a quick side glance through his blonde fringe. More often than not, he’d love the thrill of you sending explicit pictures during his practices. The possibility of one of the other boys seeing you like that, sprawled out on the sheets and sitting pretty for him, made his blood rush. Noticing his phone going off in his pocket, he’d slyly fish it from his tight jeans and keep it hidden beneath the table as he unlocked it. Nerves were tingling in spine as he squinted at the bright screen, only to inhale sharply and quickly lock his phone back up. Only Jungkook sitting next to him seemed to notice his strange behavior, nudging his arm a little. Politely excusing himself with a nod of his head, he’d step out, legs feeling heavy beneath the weight of his arousal, dark lashes fluttering on his flushing cheeks. 

“My beautiful, sweet baby. I can’t wait to come home and push those pretty panties to the side so I can taste you. Would you like that? My tongue on you for hours?”


Taehyung is an absolute tease himself, so moments like these where you teased him were dangerous. He always found a way to bite back with ten times the suffering. It was during a water break mid-dance practice that he picked up his phone from the floor, mindlessly swiping through the messages until your contact name sparked his curiosity. The small picture preview seemed promising, and he was quick to unlock his cell, eyes trained on the device while he tilted his water bottle and gulped down the refreshment. Once loaded, he choked, spluttering on water and eagerly zooming in to see every detail of your body presented to him through the text. Nervous eyes scattered around the room, ensuring that none of the other boys would notice his disappearance. His fingers clutched his water bottle too tight, choking the plastic the way his jeans were his hardening dick, as he pushed into a stall in the nearest bathroom and locked himself in. It took him a few tries to get his jeans unbuttoned with how his hand was shaking with excitement. His lower abdomen was exposed, fine lines chiseling his body, free hand snaked beneath the confines of his clothes. He wanted to show just enough to make your stomach flip, to dangle the threat of pleasure just out of your reach.

“Oh sweetheart, you look SO stunning in that red lace. Had to sneak away from the boys and find a little relief. You’d better still be wearing that when I get home.”


Jungkook can be pretty cocky, so whenever you would send him pictures like that, he wouldn’t hesitate to save them. He probably has an entire private folder on his phone just for pictures of you, the ones that make him bite his lip and clench his jaw and breathe a little heavier. Whenever you send them to him, doesn’t matter when, he feels his ego boost ten fold. He would be fiddling around on his phone during practice while Tae and Jimin worked out a part of the chorus together when your name popped up on his screen, already painting a bright smile on his face. That smile would falter and muddle into a sly smirk at the sight before him, the boy quick to hit the save button and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. While the others worked, he’d continue to savor the image, letting it burn into the back of his eyelids so that all he’d have to do to see you so perfect and needy for him is close his eyes. Taking a moment to suck in a puff of air and let out a soft hum from the back of his throat, he’d feel his body heating up as he shot back a quick reply.

“Where did you get that? It looks so fucking good. Jesus Christ. Have any more pics you want to send me, babylove?”

~ Admin Tris



Krasivaya-Chapter 4

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

This was a horrible idea.

You knew agreeing to pretend to date Steve wasn’t your finest moment, but you were stuck now. It reeked of desperation. Every time someone looked at your intertwined fingers, you felt that they could see right through the farce. It was a cluster fuck of epic proportions.

Steve was sickeningly affectionate, nipping at your neck, pressing kisses to your  lips whenever Bucky was in the same room as you. He’d been uncharacteristically distant the last few days, leaving the room with a dark scowl on his face whenever you and Steve got ‘cosy’. Melissa had shown up more frequently, displays of affection turning more and more sexual between the two.

It made you sick, made you feel worthless and ugly every time he growled naughty suggestions in her ear, and her shrill giggle pierced the air.

Walking hand-in-hand with Steve to the weekly movie night, lost in deep thought, Steve stops short. Melissa and Bucky are curled tightly around each other, the former giggling at something he said.

“You up for this doll?” Steve whispers, concern etched on his face.

Squaring your shoulders, you nod once. Gritting your teeth you reply, “Feel like turning it up a notch?”

His eyebrows raise in surprise before he breaks out into a sexy smirk.

If you were a lesser woman you would be a puddle on the floor.

He leans down close to you, breath fanning across your face. “Let’s give em hell, darlin’,” he practically growls.

Pushing aside the jealousy, you plaster on the best smile you can. Wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist, his hand resting casually on your firm backside, you stride into the room together.

Steve squeezes the firm muscle hard as you move in front of Bucky.

You let out a startled squeak before breaking out in a fit of giggles. “Behave, soldier,” you stage whisper.

He grins crookedly, pulling you into his chest. Both hands now rests on your backside. “You know I can’t keep my hands off of ya, darlin’,” he murmurs as he nips at your neck. Peppering kissing along your jaw, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your hands instinctively fly to his hair, letting out a rather fake moan into his mouth.

He pulls away, chuckling darkly, “Later, baby girl.”

Bucky clears his throat behind you. “Can you two quit it? We’re trying to watch a movie.”

Rage clear on his face, Steve regards his friend cooly. “Sorry, Buck, I can’t get enough of my girl.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky rises from his seat on the couch. “That’s the thing, Steve. Since when has she been anything to you other than a friend?”

Steve lets go of you abruptly, facing his friend dead on. “We’ve been getting closer since you and the..” he clears his throat, “Since you and Mel started dating, it escalated.” he shrugs nonchalantly.

“We both know she ain’t your type, Steve! What the fuck is going on!” He whirls to face you.

Your stomach drops. Of course he would think you dating a man like Steve would be implausible.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, jerk?” Steve all but roars, his anger at his best friends lack of filter rising to the surface.

You shrink into yourself, mortified by the disbelief in Bucky’s voice. Ugly, you think, That’s all I am ugly and worthless.

“Ya know what I mean, Steven! (Y/N) is… she’s….” he struggles to find the words to describe you.

A sob makes it past your lips. “Fat?” you whisper.

Bucky’s eyes snap to yours.

“Ugly?” you continue.

Bucky’s mouth slack with horror. “No… I… That’s not what I meant!” he tries to backpedal.

You can hear Melissa sniggering behind you.

“No, James, I get it.” You take a steadying breath. “Just because you wouldn’t look twice at me, Barnes, doesn’t mean other men can’t appreciate me for more than my appearance.” Tears leak down your face.

He had hit the nail on the head.

You weren’t ever going to be good enough for a man like him. Or Steve.

“Krasivaya…” he begins.

You hold up a hand to stop the half assed apology about to come from his mouth. Shutting down all emotion, you look up at him. “I would appreciate it if you would stop calling me that sergeant. I am obviously not beautiful. That much you have made perfectly clear.”

You feel dead inside. Emotionless. An empty void.

Turning to Steve, you grab onto his hand trying to anchor yourself to reality.

“Take me to bed, soldier?” you ask as Bucky bares his teeth at his friend.

“Now you’re talking, baby girl. I’ll meet you there in five. I have a few things to discuss with, Bucky.”

Nodding, you bid everyone goodnight. You haven’t made it five feet beyond the door before the enraged voice of Steve Rogers reaches you.

“What the fuck was that, Barnes?” he roars.

You can hear the collective gasp of everyone in the room. The clean cut, all American soldier swearing?

It brings a tentative smile to your face.


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theroyalpalmtreeofoz  asked:

I want to know more about grave robbing!

well then good news: im a big ol Gothic Romance fuck, and I’ve Got Some Shit For You about 19th century bodysnatching

  • this episode of the BBC “history cold cases” documentary series (watch all of them tbqh). its fucking sad as anything, as the title implies, but also really interesting?
  • grave robbers were called resurrectionists. how unfairly fucking cool is that,
  • grave robbing and 19th century medicine, especially anatomy, are inseparable. grave robbing is an undercurrent through all of dr lindsey fitzharris’s work with the Under the Knife youtube series (and also presumably in her new book The Butchering Art, which I am so fucking stoked to get my hands on). this is the most relevant episode!
  • this documentary on how the victorians viewed death, grave robbing, and burial, and particularly why it was seen as so horrible to be used bodysnatched for dissection.
  • in the same vein, Sawbones, excellent as always, has a graverobbing episode. also, listening to more of Sawbones gives you a healthy appreciation for just how fucking weird medicine got at the time, which is not unrelated.
  • mortsafes and the other many weird ways people came up with to stop the resurrectionists (i’m serious about this, i would probably be a grave robber if people would call me a ‘resurrectionist’)
  • burke and hare! they murdered people because graverobbing was too much effort. burke was punished with dissection after his execution and they made his skin into a wallet! what the fuck!
  • if you find death and burial customs interesting then everything on the Ask a Mortician youtube channel will probably seem cool but these episodes are especially relevant to fucked up things people have wanted corpses for! also they discuss the Romantics, who are a good chunk of the reason why I’m so interested in this
  • a lot of the need for grave robbing went away after the 1832 Anatomy Act, which was great, except that it did so by allowing doctors to claim and dissect the bodies of the poor, which was not great, and really didn’t do any positive things for the public’s already-strained feelings about anatomists.

(to explain my specific interest: I personally believe that fears of grave robbing are closely tied to the complicated feelings about science and scientific ethics present in Frankenstein, and especially to the creation of the creature himself. It’s fascinating that it’s never actually stated directly in the book that Frankenstein builds it from corpses (although it is very clear that he’s been grave-robbing for his anatomy studies), but readers have assumed that since its first publication. Medical history, man. it’s fucked up.)

anonymous asked:

Hey Navya! I'm a white wlw leftist, and in my limited experience I haven't seen anything that would push PoC to the right, but being white I KNOW that behavior won't be shown or directed at me. Are there any red flags I should watch out for that i can either avoid doing or stop people in my circle from doing to help make leftist circles more comfortable for people of color? If you don't feel up to it, pointing me in the direction of someone who has discussed this would be appreciated. Thank you!

Okay ordinarily I would’ve blocked you for asking me a question about race because you’re white (I made it a rule a few weeks ago that I’m going to block white people who send me messages about race on anon) but since you asked me nicely and you also want to try to make leftist circles more comfortable for people of color, here are things that I personally would love to see white leftists do (on an ideological level at least): 

  • Stop engaging in class reductionism 
  • Stop pretending that race doesn’t have as much of an impact on material reality as class
  • Stop pretending that race/ethnicity and class don’t heavily intersect and influence each other
  • Don’t talk down to people of color or pretend that you know more about them on issues of class or race or anything else 
  • Don’t talk to people of color as if they’re dumb, aggressive, scary, or idiotic 
  • Don’t condescend to people of color 
  • Don’t downplay the role of race in class struggle 
  • Don’t pretend to know more about a certain nonwhite group’s oppression than they do because trust me, you don’t
  • Don’t pretend that any knowledge of critical race theory or anti-racist/anti-colonial struggles makes you a “good” white person or absolves you of white privilege 
  • Actually acknowledge how colonialism, slavery, imperialism, and genocide have plunged people of color into global poverty and privation 
  • Actually acknowledge that poverty and class violence are inflicted primarily against people of color 
  • Actually acknowledge how most of the people in the world who are poor are NONWHITE and that this was directly caused and created by WHITE SUPREMACY 
  • Own up to the global consolidation of whiteness and how the white-working class have always been part of maintaining and replicating white supremacy, instead of making excuses for them or claiming that their class prevents them from being racist (example: Irishmen in the South before, during, and after the US Civil War were incredibly antiblack, and how European immigrants in the North blamed Asian immigrants and Black migrants for “stealing their jobs”) 
  • Focus on being in solidarity with nonwhite comrades, nonwhite liberation groups, nonwhite communities, and recruiting people from the nonwhite working-class 
  • If you’re really all about recruiting white-working class people, you better work on educating them about race just as much as you educate them on anti-capitalism and anti-fascism - that is, if you better not be like the Redneck Revolt leaders who think excusing or justifying the racism of their members is okay or acceptable 
  • Own up to how violently racist white leftists can actually be (and how this does play into the global consolidation of whiteness) 
  • Actually acknowledge how environmental racism impacts working-class people of color (i.e. Flint, Michigan, or the Dakota Access Pipeline) 
  • Actually acknowledge how post-colonial struggles for decolonization, anti-imperialism, and indigenous liberation are all imperative to abolishing class 
  • Stop conflating anti-imperialism with supporting authoritarian regimes within a specific country (i.e. idiot tankies who support Assad - you can support the Syrian people and be an anti-imperialist without supporting authoritarianism lmao) 
  • Actually acknowledge that class cannot be abolished without the abolishment of race 
  • Stop screaming “identity politics!!!!11!!” every time a person of color discusses racism (within the movement or outside of it) 
  • Actually acknowledge how toxic and dangerous WHITE identity politics are and how it’s WHITE people who weaponize identity politics in the most insidious and harmful ways 
  • Keep people of color physically safe within leftist spaces 
  • Stop treating liberals of color like they’re idiots and instead work with nonwhite comrades to recruit people of color 
  • Focus on recruiting people of color instead of coddling and sucking up to violently racist white people for a change 
  • Stop calling people of color who focus on their community and prioritize their people/solidarity between nonwhite people “reactionaries”  - of course some of them can be reactionary ethnic nationalists but by and large most of them just want to survive day to day and see their people live 
  • If a white comrade is doing something wrong, you need to step up and call them out, and engage in a dialogue with them - it gets tiring for people of color to have to repeat the same things over and over again, especially because white leftists don’t take us seriously 
  • Use your privilege to shield people of color from police and state violence and white nationalist violence
  • Don’t compromise people of color by deliberately instigating a fight with the police or other violent racists - a lot of white anarchists do this and then people of color take the fall for it (like seriously - mask up) 
Bts reaction to their s/o giving them flowers:

Anon requested:  Hi can I request the boys reactions to you giving them a bunch of flowers please xx

A/ N: I can imagine their smiles omg so cute. This was supposed to be out two days ago but tumblr was killing me.


Originally posted by jinjuseyo

Can’t stop fussing over it, like he seems to be the talkative type of happy. This will definitely be something he’ll never forget.


Originally posted by aceyng

Too flustered to put his emotions into words so he lets his actions speak for themselves. Yoongi would find no other way to say thank you but lean in closer to your lips…


Originally posted by hobipd

As much as it seems like Hobi would be really loud about it, I find that he would too touched to create actual words. Probably the one who appreciated it the most. 

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by taetaehyungs

Another one who would rather show you how much he loves it. He might not get as flustered as Yoongi but he’ll smile that dimple smile THAT LITERALLY KILLS ME OKAY.


Originally posted by bwipsul

Extra shy. At first he might even doubt it like are you sure those are for me? An actual shy teenage girl that would probably just give you a hug and blush like crazy.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by taejinmin

Boyfriend Tae will be the death of me. When you first give him the flowers he might look a bit surprised but his expression will quickly shift to his confident one before giving you a warm hug and probably whispering something really romantic in your ear.


Originally posted by taetaehyungs

He’ll want to say something sarcastic but he is too shy to say anything but probably mumbling a thanks. It’s as if all the sassyness he has just evaporated. Although I do see him getting you something back as a surprise. 

shance lovebug/fae au preview!

“Shiro?” Lance said cautiously, starting forward. “Are you alright?”

Lance’s heart sank when Shiro’s face split into a huge grin. “Lance! Of course I’m alright, you’re here!” He giggled and before Lance even had a chance to process that, Shiro scooped him up into his arms. Lance squawked and Shiro pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, still beaming. It was…slightly unsettling. Shiro hardly ever smiled. But…Lance wished he would, it was a good look on him.

“Oh, dear,” Lance sighed. “Shiro…oh, Shiro. I’m terribly sorry.”

“For what, everything is fine!” Shiro exclaimed, eyes wide and bright and face flushed. “Do you need something? I can help! Whatever it is, just say the word, and –”


Shiro stopped talking, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and actually pouting. “What’s wrong? Are you alright? Would…would you like me to put you down?”

“Yes, that would be much appreciated,” Lance huffed, and Shiro reluctantly set him down, though he still insisted on holding Lance’s hand. “Right, then…we should get that bite mark cleaned, and then I can contact Keith about getting an antidote for this, and you’ll be all back to normal. How does that sound?”

“Your voice is the loveliest sound my ears have ever had the pleasure of hearing,” Shiro sighed dreamily.

Lance put his head in his hands.


“What do you mean the antidote takes a week to brew?!” Lance yelled into the scrying pool. “No, that can’t be right, Keith, ask him again!”

We All Did

Richie x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word count: 824

Requested: yeppity yep yep

“i love angst lol, could u maybe write an angsty fic with either bill or richie?? thanks !“

Summary: so richie starts to hang around the popular kids and then suddenly comes back to you like everything is fine and you get pissed. 

Side note: lmao if you’ve soon shark tale this basically that scene when angie gets pissed at oscar cos i had no idea what to write so here we go

Originally posted by wyattswolfs

You and Richie have been best friends ever since you were little. Together you were a whole, you were inseparable. But things changed as time went by.

The popular kids started to hang around him a lot. They found him bizarre, weird, different and they loved him for it. His humor was what they loved the most. Richie still spoke to you and the losers every now and then. 

Now he doesn’t at all. He still had little conversations with you. Then those conversations stopped. You would still receive a little smile or nod when you would walk past each other in the hallways. But now? Now it’s like you never existed in his life. 

He didn’t look at you, talk to you, didn’t connect with you in any way. You lost your best friend. The losers tried their best to not care but you could see how much it hurt them. But they knew it was much harder on you, they were very aware of the special bond that you and Richie had. They did all that they could to cheer you up. You appreciated it and loved them for trying, but in all honesty you just needed your best friend to come back to you. And everyone felt the same. 

The losers club wasn’t the same without him.

*Three months later*

Things have been pretty good. You had your friends and your friendship was getting stronger every day. Your grades were doing pretty good. You were still a bit upset about the whole Richie thing, but not as much as you were 3 months ago. He always said that he wanted something more anyway, which hurt like hell, but oh well. You were healing, slowly but surely. 

You were watching tv on your couch when a knock interrupted your show. You groaned getting up and making your way towards your door. You swung it open to reveal Richie standing there. You gasped at his appearance. What the fuck. Why is he here. 

“Hey Y/N,” he smiled giving you a hug then pushing past you into your house.

“Why the fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

“So how have things been,” he asked. 

“What are you doing here?” You said ignoring his question.

“Well we haven’t talked in ages. So yeah,” he said casually. 

“Well, thats because you forgot about my existence. But whatever, it’s cool,” you said bitterly. 

He scoffed shaking his head. “Whatever.” He was about to walk out the door when you stopped him. 

“No. You don’t speak to me, let alone look at me for three months, and then show up at my house like everything is fine and leave, then forget about me again? No, you don’t get to do that.” 

“Y/N, we could still talk to each other. You just never did,” he shrugged. 

“Thats because you forgot who I was and hang around your new friends more than your family!” Richie always referred to the losers as his family. It seemed like what you just said hit close to home, you could see it on his face. 

“Can you just stop, Y/N! You’re being ridiculous now,” he said. You felt your rage grow inside you but tried to stay calm. 

“Are you serious? I just wanna take your big dummy head and just-”, you cut yourself off with a grunt. 

“Come on, Y/N.”

“No, Richie. Why are you hanging out with those kind of people anyway. You know what they’re like,” you told him. He was silent. 

“And also, do you think they’d even be friends with you if they didn’t find you funny or insane? Are you that blind?” You felt tears start to well up in your eyes. It finally hit you that you were saying what you’ve been wanting to say for so long.

“At least they treat me like I’m somebody!”

“Would they loved you if you were a nobody!” You exclaimed. 

“Nobody loved me when I was a nobody!” He shouted. 

“I DID.” You finished. He was silent now. 

“We all did,” you whispered more quietly, tears were falling down your cheeks. “Before everything. At the beginning we all did, Richie. To us you were something. But now? Now you’re a whole different person. You joke.” Your voice cracked. 


“NO! Just forget it. Just go. I’m tired of hearing how everything in your life wasn’t good enough. Including me.”

Richie looked like someone just shot him. He was just now realising what he’s done.  

“Out.” You deadpanned. 

He opened his mouth to say something but held it back and left. When he closed the door you fell down to your knees letting your sobs out.

Richie stood outside on your porch taking in a deep breath. He quickly wiped away his tears but they kept falling anyway. He felt terrible. How could he be so blind? He lost everything important to him. He lost his best friend.

Harsh Words Pt. 2

Requested By: A lot of people

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter were what you would call “frenemies,” you despised him, but he wanted to win you back, that is until he found out you were the new villain in Queens, the one he’s been fighting.

Warnings: Swearing, could still possibly be triggering for some people, beware ending, pls don’t hate me oh no

Word Count: 2,995


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A/N: AHHHH SO MANY PEOPLE LOVED HARSH WORDS PART ONE!! I’m mind blown how much you all enjoyed it, I really wasn’t expecting it to blow up as much as it did, so I’m truly honored and appreciative that you all took the time to read what I wrote and left amazing comments that made my day, therefore, I love you all. Also, I left it on a really intense cliff hanger, that way if people liked it enough again, I’d do a part three if requested enough. :)

Part one

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

There was never a moment where Peter would have thought you two would stop being best friends, but what topped that was seeing you that night, holding those people hostage.

You were the most down to earth, kind hearted person Peter had ever known, and to see you being this dark, dangerous, well, villain, broke him inside.

“Peter, I brought you some ice, now would you like to tell me what happened?” Aunt may questioned, handing him ice wrapped in a cloth for his black eye that was forming.

“It was nothing really, I’m just really clumsy May, you know this.” Peter mumbled, thanking her for the ice, before placing it on his throbbing eye, which he had you to thank for.

May didn’t look convinced but she let it go, not wanting to stress Peter out anymore than he already was.

It had been almost a full month since the hostage incident, Peter remembered it perfectly, his Spidey senses were tingling, he swung to where he sensed the issue, finding the villain he had been fighting against for weeks.

There was a moment where he thought something felt off, but he pushed it to the back of his head, he should have listened.

He knew the second he heard your voice, but he didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want to believe it was you, so he did the only thing that could prove him wrong, to prove to himself that it wasn’t you, so he asked the most simple question.

Who are you?

What happened after that was a bit of a blur, he remembers hearing the laugh, your laugh, and then getting hit a few times.

He remembers holding his stomach in pain, glancing up to see you backing away into the darkness, hearing his name fall off your lips, and it was then that he had to face reality, it really was you.

After that was more than a blur, it was disbelief, he remembers his heart pounding erratically in his chest, before flying through his window, scaring the shit out of Ned who looked just as panicked once he saw Peter’s face.

But it was the moment that Peter told Ned everything that happened, that it hit him that this was all really happening, that it was you, his ex-best friend that was now his enemy.

The only difference was, he wasn’t going down without a fight, he said he’d win you back, and he meant every word.

Three months had passed since the incident between you and Peter, you’d give him glares in the hallways, as he gladly returned them, Ned would awkwardly look between the both of you, while Liz and Michelle would help boost your ego even more.

Liz and Michelle had become your all time best friends, you all did every thing together, whether it was going shopping, eating, even movie nights, you all did it all.

However, there were moments where you missed the old times, where it would be Peter, Ned and you, doing all those things together.

But, things happen, people change.

You were in your first period, of course, the class with Peter and Ned, you made sure to sit as far away from the two of them as possible, as they did the same.

“Okay, good morning class! Today we will be doing a fun little experiment, but to do it, you need a partner,” Mr. Scott started, but waved his hands seeing everyone automatically trying to pair up, “But I will be assigning partners, I know how you all get when you’re with your friends.” He eyed everyone, pointing his fingers, making some of your classmates laugh.

“Alright, lets start with Ned and Amy,” He trailed off, Ned giving Peter a wide eyed look, and then your name was called, “Y/N and… Ah! Yes, Peter!” He smiled cheerfully, as you looked across the room at Peter.

He could have paired you up with anyone, LITERALLY ANYONE and he chose Peter, just your luck.

Mr. Scott soon dismissed everyone once they had a partner, but you and Peter just sat at your desks, refusing to move first.

“Y/N, Peter, get to work.” Mr. Scott scolded, making you roll your eyes, as you gave Peter a look, basically implying ’get your ass over here before I throw a chair at you.

Peter let out a huff, before grabbing his belongings and moving to your desk, the feeling of satisfaction running through your body as he slumped into the seat next to you.

You glanced at him, observing his features, something you hadn’t done in a while, you hated to admit it, but he looked good, like really good.

“Alright so um.. Lets just get this over with.” Peter muttered, making you nod and start the experiment.

You two didn’t talk the entire time, actually getting the experiment done for once, unlike last time, that is until halfway through.

“You want to tell me what you’re up to?” Peter muttered, his eyes never leaving the bubbling liquid in front of them.

“In you dreams Parker.” You muttered back, putting another chemical into the liquid in front of you.

“How’d you know I dream about you?” Peter whispered jokingly, making you freeze for a moment, making Peter smirk slightly.

“You know what I meant you dumbass.” You grumbled, placing another chemical into the beaker.

You both then went back to silence, until Peter broke it, again.

“You’re so much better than this you know.” Peter pressed on, making you roll your eyes, something he caught out of the corner of his.

“Like you’re one to talk.” You huffed, making his head turn slightly, looking at you in bewilderment.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Peter fired back, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“A few months ago, you ruined my life, and now that it’s happening to you, you don’t like it, ironic isn’t it?” You smiled, looking at the brunette haired boy, watching as his face scrunched up in anger.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone Y/N, no matter what.” Peter spoke lowly, making you smirk and let out a laugh.

“What makes you so sure Peter?” You raised your eyebrows, moving closer to him, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his breathing becoming heavier.

“Because I know you, and I know somewhere deep down in there,” His hands motioned all around you, “That my best friend is still in there, and she’s hurt, because I hurt her, when all she did was care about me.” Peter declared, and for a split second he saw something change in your eyes, but quickly disappeared.

You blinked a few times, turning your focus back to the experiment, this time, satisfaction was going through Peter’s body, not yours.

The school day ended quicker than you anticipated, Peter’s words still swarming your head, you couldn’t get them out, no matter how hard you tried.

Everywhere you walked, Peter was there, watching you, making sure you didn’t harm anyone, which made you anxious.

Until you arrived home, and you put your outfit on, your mask hiding your face, and the confidence and darkness returned to you.

You weren’t sure how this happened really, after Peter broke your heart you needed an outlet, and what better way than to cause a ton more issues for the one and only Spider-Man?

You went out your window, and before you knew it, you were causing so much commotion, and you were positive Spider-Man was on your trail, which only made it even more of a thrill.

The thing was though, you didn’t actually harm anyone, you never laid a finger on one person, you just did enough to cause an issue to trigger his Spider-Man senses.

You were now running, mainly from Spider-Man himself, you knew he was around, it was late, making it the perfect time for Mr. crime fighting spider to appear.

You ran to a familiar place crowded with people, making them all get on the ground, your threats coming out harsher than you intended, and sure enough, Spider-Man appeared.

“I thought I told you, I wouldn’t let you hurt anyone, therefore, you need to step back before this gets ugly.” Spider-Man threatened, making you laugh darkly, sending chills down his spine.

What was happening to you?

“I guess you don’t pay attention much do you?” You crossed your arms, looking at the masked figure in front of you, before motioning around you.

You were on the boating dock, people on the ground, shaking in fear, unsure of what you would do.

Spider-Man took a look around, his eyes widening on the mask, it was the dock where he cut the boat in half, guilt instantly hitting him, and you knew it did.

“P-Please don’t h-hurt us..” One of the hostages choked out, making your heart break the slightest bit, before you went back to your alter ego.

“This needs to end, now.” Spider-Man growled out, he knew exactly what you were up to now, the dock, the people, everything clicked.

You were using his own fear against him.

“Everyone get out of here now!” Spider-Man shouted as he shot a web at you, but you dodged it swiftly, as everyone started running, getting out of there as quick as they could.

“Did you really think this would work? Huh!” Spider-Man shouted, clearly angry, making you grin through your mask.

“Didn’t it?” You shot back, making him freeze for a moment, which you took as your opportunity to attack him.

You caught him off guard, hitting him in the stomach and face, as he groaned in pain, holding his stomach.

“This can either go two ways..” He groaned out, webbing your arm and yanking you down to the ground.

“Either we fight until one of us can’t anymore, or we settle this the way we should of months ago.” Spider-Man shouted through his mask, and for a moment you wanted to take the second option, but you held a grudge, and you weren’t giving up that easy.

You stood back up, a few feet away from him, before charging at him, he shot webs at you, some hitting you and some not, and you made sure to hit him a few times before he hit you back, knocking you to the ground.

“Please, d-don’t do this..” He groaned out, as you slowly stood back up, you knew you were going to be severely bruised in the morning.

“Don’t you get it!” You shouted, ripping your mask off, revealing cuts and bruises already forming, as your eyes started watering.

“I want to forgive you so bad.” You choked out, a tear slipping down your cheek, as you watched him slowly slip his mask off also.

“Then why don’t you?” He pressed on, watching you sadly, he hadn’t seen you this vulnerable since that day in the cafeteria where he humiliated you in front of everyone.

“Because you broke my heart Peter.” You whispered, tears now falling down your cheeks, your lip trembling.

Peter stood there shocked, were you implying you liked him? Or more so, loved him?

“Y/N.. I didn’t.. I-I didn’t know..” Peter stammered, trying to find the right words as you laughed bitterly.

“Maybe once you cared about me, but after you shut me out, all of that went to hell, I was alone Peter, I had nobody.” You looked at him angrily, more tears falling down your face.

“I-I told you, I-I thought I was p-protecting you!” Peter tried to defend himself, stepping forward slightly, but you stepped back, raising a finger at him.

“No, Peter,” You took a deep breath, “You chose that day what you wanted, and it was clear, you didn’t want me.” You gave a sad smile, shrugging your shoulders as Peter shook his head frantically.

“No, Y/N, that’s not true at all!” He shouted, running his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth.

“How am I supposed to believe you Peter?” You choked out, watching the brunette haired boy in front of you.

“Because, if you give me another chance, I can prove it to you, I-I can be a better person, your person.” Peter’s spoke softly, his own eyes starting to tear up as he observed you carefully, his heart beating so hard you could hear it.

“Promise me.” You whispered, shutting your eyes tightly, and for a second you heard nothing, until he breathed out the words you’ve wanted to hear.

“I promise Y/N.” Peter whispered back, and for a moment the old you was back, and Peter recognized his best friend again.

But then a loud sound filled the air, something, or someone flew through the air, shooting into a building, making it catch on fire.

You flinched, watching in horror as the building started to become more and more dangerous.

“Peter.” You whispered, looking at him wide eyed, you were right in the path for the building.

His eyes widened, realizing what was going to happen, you stood there, your body trembling in fear, you screamed at your legs to move, but they didn’t.

And then it happened, a loud explosion erupted, echoing throughout the dark sky.

Peter started sprinting to you, the sound of the building falling getting louder, metal and dust starting to cloud the air.

“Y/N!” Peter shouted, his eyes searching frantically for you, his legs burning from running so hard.

You tried to run, the best you could, before making eye contact with Peter, your eyes filled with fear, as was Peter’s.

“Peter!” You screamed, as he ran to you, pushing everything he had left in him to get to you, he had to get to you.

The air was getting worse, and before he knew it, the building fell completely, and so did his heart.

His eyes searched for you, his mind moving at warp speed, this couldn’t happen, not now, not after everything that’s happened.

And then there was silence, Peter’s heart breaking at the scene, he was too late.

That night in Queens, it was as if time stopped, and all that was heard was Spider-Man’s strangled sobs and screams.

Guardians of the Galaxy Preference "How they fall for you at first sight"

(Woooo more preferences!!! Woooo our faves 😊Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Yondu-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d show him kindness while serving him in a bar after a long and rough day. He’d be startled by your touch to his shoulder and sudden warm and welcoming voice as you’d ask him if he was feeling alright. As he’d realize that you were truly open to listen to him talking about his worries, he’d start to notice your features and wouldn’t waste time to feel his heart pounding for you, even more as you’d suggest him a few drinks and snack to feel better.

Peter-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d stop to recognize and point out one of his favorite song while you were trying to steal his bounty during a real good fight. He’d already be stunned by how smoothly you’d flirt your way into getting physically closer to him yet the moment your eyes would light up and you’d tell him how much you appreciate the song he was listening to, as he’d tried to get back what he wanted, he’d feel his heart pound and would desperately try to keep you closer to him.

Drax-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as he’d see you threatening to kill someone after they stole from some kids and even more as you’d instantly change into an utter fluff ball once you’d turn to give them back their belongings. He’d just be lovestruck and wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you, thinking of how great of a parent you’d be, only to be speechless as you’d ask him as to what he was looking at. In that instant, he could feel himself being both scared yet utterly in love.

Rocket-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d take notice of him and ask him kindly if he would like you to help him to carry all his heavy equipment. Although, he’d be wary of your suggestions at first, he’d have an utter change of heart the moment he’d turn around to see how worried you seem and how warm your eyes would be looking down at him. He’d be speechless for a good while and as soon as he starts to talk, he’d be a stuttering mess, confusing everyone as he accepts your offer.

Gamora-She’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d offer her help picking out a gift for one of her friends. She’d be startled to hear you asking her if she needs your help and even more to see how brightly you’d smile at her. She’d just feel comfortable and at ease by your presence that she wouldn’t be able to deny she was already starting to fall for you.

Nebula-She’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d go out of your way to offer her a comforting meal and a drink as she’s trying to hide herself from the bounty put out on her. She’d just be stunned by your calming tone and how friendly you were, she could practically tell you had zero intentions of hurting her and for once she was capable of accepting such kindness and be utterly speechless. Even more as you’d stay for her side a moment to make sure she eats well.

Mantis-She’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d notice her features and point out to her how actually beautiful she is. As you’d both be introduced to one another, she just wouldn’t be able to believe she just got complimented by you, who she thought were beyond her league and wouldn’t be able to stop blushing around you. She’d just play it over and over in her head the few first words you said to her and since wouldn’t be able to leave you alone.

Kraglin-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d accidentally bump into his much taller frame and frantically apologize to him for getting him dirty or something. He’d get actually flustered and wouldn’t know what to say, finding you too pretty and cute to get worried over hurting him from such a small bump. Even more as you’d look up to his eyes and ask him if he’s alright while dusting off his jacket, only to end up stuttering an odd answer and making you laugh, appeasing his heart and giving him courage.

Ronan-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as  you’d be captured by his men and presented to him as a potential hostage. He’d be enamored by the way you’d look up at him with both fear and wonder towards your surrounding. He’d forget himself for a while, staring at you intently, only to end up stuttering and losing his authority in front of you as you’d ask him what he’s going to do to you. Of course, he wouldn’t want to part with you yet and make sure to you won’t want to leave his side.

Stakar-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as  you’d run after him to hand him something he had dropped. As he’d turn to see you, he’d get rather flustered and even more as you’d laugh and smile, telling him how you’ve been trying to get it back for him. He’d be more than thankful yet wouldn’t be able to stop apologizing for your trouble, letting himself ramble on and on for his clumsiness and making you laugh.

The Collector-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as a seller would come in trying to sell you to him. Instantly, without hesitation he’d already buy you for whatever amount and would move in closer to you, enamored and intrigued by your beautiful appearance. He’d be amazed, touching your face softly and checking up on your condition, only to make you the promise of treating you beyond kindly just as you have been deserving it.

Garthan Saal-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as he’d finally catch you and get you under arrest. He’d only then come to realize how you were actually much more beautiful in person and even more charming from the way you’d try to flirt your way out of getting arrested. To feel you trying to wriggle out from under him and hear you beg him so kindly as you’d look his way, he’d feel his heart pound and would want nothing more but to keep you all to himself.

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mafia!exo reaction: you like to test their patience


⠀with others, minseok tends to run out of patience quickly, but never with you. there are a lot of times when he just wants to pretend that you have a normal relationship, so he’ll deal with a lot of your back-talk and sass. only if you test his limits in the bedroom will he snap and give you a good reaction.


⠀luhan would try his best to never let you know that these little things really do get to him, as he has a reputation to uphold, especially in public. however, when you’re alone, he’ll let slip a huff about exactly how annoyed he gets by this, and how you’re treading on thin ice (if u catch my drift lol).


⠀for yifan, this almost always leads to rough sex. he’s very much into the idea of treating you like a proper brat and putting you in your place, and believe me, he will. he’ll want you on your hands and knees the second you start to test him, ready for him to wreck you.


⠀frankly, junmyeon would be the most annoyed. like, being the leader, he constantly has concearning things to tend to, so why on earth do you like to fuck with him like that. sometimes, he’ll entertain your behavior, but others, he’ll simply promise to deliver a good spanking to you once he’s free. and my boy keeps all his promises ;)


⠀yixing really does try his best to make you forget what he does for a living, so he’ll be very sweet toward you at all times, even these ones. his smile will never falter, as though you’d asked him a genuine question and not sent a tiny jab his way. he’ll comply to anything you ask of him, too.


⠀baekhyun, as the most human in his mafia, would just be amused. he would try to push your buttons in return, enjoying those few normal moments you both have together. he’ll tease you, asking if his darling is feeling attention deprived while pinching your cheeks like a baby’s.


⠀jongdae, as big as his ego is, starts to baby you the second you try to test his patience. there’s no way he’ll let someone as adorable as (he thinks) you are have something over him. ‘baby, are you forgetting who i am?’ he’ll coo while tucking your hair behind your ear. ‘because it seems like you’re mistaking me for someone else.’


⠀chanyeol doesn’t care that you like to test his patience, since there’s so much to be had when it comes to you. maybe he’ll laugh and jokingly tell you to fuck off, but really, he doesn’t care. for him, it reminds him that he’s a human after all, and that mundane moments do exist. he treasures this type of stuff.


⠀kyungsoo wouldn’t pay this behavior any mind, as he doesn’t like to entertain it. if you ignore it, it’ll stop, right? wrong. a lot of the time, you continue until he can’t ignore it anymore, which is when he makes the assumption that you’re looking for a special form of attention from him. of course, he’ll gladly grant your wishes.


⠀zitao, probably highstrung as fuck, would be the member to genuinely get the most pissy whenever you test his patience. considering the other members, it still wouldn’t be much, but he really doesn’t appreciate that you get such a kick out of pushing as many of his buttons as possible. he’ll be very vocal in communicating this, too, which would probably just be even more amusing tbh.


⠀jongin, while annoyed, wouldn’t show it very much. he may pretend to not notice your tone or the smirk on your face, just to avoid any possible conflict. when he doesn’t do this, he’ll smile and respond in the same fashion as you, to see what you’re really trying to get at.


⠀sehun would definitely fuck the shit out of you for something like this, or at least whisper a dark promise of this, if you’re out in public together. like yifan, he wants to make sure you remember that his patience shouldn’t be tested so freely again. honestly, it results in the best sex between you both.

monsta x when you play with their hair

Minhyuk - would get shy and start giggling. He would love it and think that it is very cute then he would start to relax under your touch. “If you feel tired, just stop…” ‘Do you really want me to stop?’ “No… continue please y/n…” 

Wonho - would instantly lean into your touch because he would be enjoying it way too much. He would close his eyes and smile widely, making appreciative noises from time to time. “Now I know why you love it so much when I play with your hair y/n.. this is so relaxing…”

Kihyun - would ask what you’re doing at first but he would never at any moment would he ask you to stop. After a few minutes, he would grab your hand and kiss it tenderly before letting go and mumbling, “please carry on…”

I.M. - would stiffen at first because you have never played with his hair before. Then he would start to like it and he wouldn’t mind it at all anymore. When you stop and try to get up he would whine. “No…! where are you going???” 

Jooheon - would be more than okay with it and it would actually help him to concentrate on what he is doing. But eventually it would make him yawn and feel sleepy. “Shall we go to bed? It will be my turn to play with your hair until you fall asleep…” 

Hyungwon - would actually fall asleep while you’re doing it and he would wake up when you suddenly stop. He would look at you with half-opened eyes and speak with his adorable, sleepy voice. “Don’t stop baby and don’t ruin my hair okay?” He would joke. 

Shownu - would close his eyes as soon as you start doing it and when you ask him if he’s sleeping he would say “No, just resting my eyes.” But afterwards when you come back from the bathroom, he would be snoring softly already.

yellow roses - fionn whitehead

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roses weren’t Fionn’s favorite, until he met you.

Fionn wanted some fresh air, after doing press interviews all morning, and so he took a walk in a garden he had passed by in the taxi earlier on the way to work. Slipping on a pair of sunglasses, he walked through the arches with flowers adorned all around him until something caught his eye. A young man walked passed him, gingerly over to a small girl who Fionn assumed was the man’s girlfriend, and handed her a small bouquet of delicate pink roses that were being sold at the entrance. Fionn watched as the girl squealed in delight and embraced the boy, and he turned his gaze away, shaking his head ever so slightly. 

“Are you not a flower kind of boy?” he heard from his left. Fionn turned to come face to face with a young girl with her right eyebrow quirked up at him. She herself was fiddling with a small yellow rose in her delicate hands and he could see a hint of a smirk on her lips as she awaited his answer.

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