impossible-beauty

Tina Sinatra remembered that Ava ‘was wonderful’ to the girls, and left them play with her jewelry and makeup in her bedroom.

She described Ava as 'impossibly beautiful’ as well as 'kind and generous’.

'What I remember most, and what I think of first, is her sleekness and her cleanliness and her scent. Her casual air, with every hair in place, without makeup.

'She was very calm and calming…tender and sweet, and had a bit of a tomboy air to her.’

anonymous asked:

*shyly whispers* do u think u could do another Greek Mythology story~

“Your tapestries are so fine,” the merchant says in wonder, “that you must be blessed by the goddess Athena.”

Arachne tosses her head, braided hair falling over her shoulder like an obsidian waterfall, “What’s Athena got to do with it? My hands wove these, not hers.”

The merchant blanches and looks to the sky, as if expecting Zeus himself to smite them for blasphemy. Personally, she thinks the king of the gods has better thing to do with his time. “Ah,” he says weakly, “I suppose.”

He pays her for her wares and she leaves, almost immediately bumping into a hunched old woman with grey eyes. “Do you not owe Athena thanks for your talent?” she croaks, gnarled hands curled over a cane.

Arachne is not stupid, but she is foolish. They will tell tales of it. She looks into those grey eyes and declares, “Athena should thank me, since my talents earn her so much praise.”

She pushes past her and keeps walking, ignoring the goddess in humans skin as she disappears into the crowd.

They will tell tales of her hubris. They will all be true.

~

The next day she bumps into the same old woman at the market. Everything goes downhill from there.

“Know your place, mortal,” Athena says, grey eyes narrowed. There is a crowd around them, and Arachne could save herself, could walk away unscathed, and all she has to do is say her weaving is inferior to that of a goddess.

She will not lie.

“I do,” she says coolly, “and in this matter, it is above you.”

She is not honest as a virtue, but as a vice.

Athena challengers her to a weaving contest. She accepts.

~

Gods are not so hard to find, if you know where to look.

“It’s a volcano,” the baker repeats, looking down at her coins, as if he feels guilty for taking money from someone who’s clearly not all there.

She grabs her bag of sweet breads and adds it to her pack before swinging it over her shoulders, “Yes, I know. Half a day’s walk, you said?”

“A volcano,” he insists, as if she did not hear him perfectly well the first dozen times.

“Thank you for your help,” she says. He’s shaking his head at her, but she knows what she’s doing.

She walks. She grows hungry, but does not touch the bread she paid for, and walks some more. The sun’s begun to set by the time she makes it to the base of the volcano. It’s tall, impossibly large, and for a moment the promise of defeat threatens to overwhelm her.

But Arachne does not believe in defeat, in loss. They will tell tales of her hubris. Those tales will be true.

She ties a scarf around her braids then hikes her skirt up and ties the material so it falls only to her thighs. She fits work roughened hands into the divots of cooled magma and begins her slow ascent.

~

The muscles in her legs and arms shake, and her hunger pains are almost as distracting. Her once white dress is dirt smeared and torn and sweat makes her itch as it covers her body and drips down her back.

“What are you doing?”

Arachne turns her head and bites back a scream, looking into one giant eye. The cyclops holds easily to the volcano’s edges, even though her hands are torn and bleeding. She swallows and says, “I heard you like honeyed bread. Is it true?”

The creature tilts his head to the side, baring his long fanged teeth at her. She thinks he might be smiling. “You’ve been climbing for hours. What do you want?”

“Is it true?” she repeats, refusing to flinch.

“Yes,” he says, looking at her the same way the baker had, “it’s true.”

“There’s some sweet bread in my pack, baked this morning,” she says, “it should still be soft.”

His hands are big enough and strong enough that it could probably squeeze her head like a grape. Instead he gently undoes her pack and reaches inside. The honey buns look comically small in his large hands, and he swallows half of them in one bite. He licks his fingers clean when he’s done, and his smile is just as terrifying the second time around. “I am Brontes. Why are you climbing my master’s volcano?”

“I’m the weaver Arachne,” she takes a deep breath, “I need your master’s help.”

~

They tell tales of Hephaestus’s ugliness.

They are not true.

He’s got a broad, angular face and short brown hair. His eyes are like amber set into his face, and his arms are huge, and he’s rippling muscle from the waist up. He has legs only to his knees. From there down his legs are bronze gears and golden wire, replacements for the legs destroyed when Hera threw him from Mount Olympus.

“Had your look, girl?” he asks, voice rough like he’s always a moment away from breaking into a coughing fit.

“Yes,” she says, and doesn’t turn away, keeps looking.

His lips quirk up at the corners, so it was the right move. The heat is even more oppressive inside the volcano, and all around him cyclopses work, forging oddly shaped metal that she can’t hope to understand. “You’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble to find me, girl. What do you want?”

She slides her pack off her shoulders and holds it out to the god, “I have a gift for your wife. I have woven her a cloak.”

He raises an eyebrow and doesn’t reach for the bag, “You believe something made with mortal hands could be worthy of the goddess of beauty?”

They will tell tales of her hubris.

“Yes.”

They will all be true.

With a gust of wind the oppressive heat of the volcano is swept away, leaving her chilled. In its place stands a woman – more than a woman. Aphrodite has skin like the copper of her husband’s machines and hair dark and thick and long. Her eyes are deepest, richest brown, piercing in their intelligence. People don’t tell tales of Aphrodite’s cleverness. That is because people are stupid.

“Let’s see it then,” she says, reaching inside the pack and pulling the cloak from its depths.

It unrolls beautifully. It’s made from the finest silks, and it shimmers in the light from the forges. The hem of the cloak is sea foam, speaking of Aphrodite’s beginning, and up along the cloak is intricate patterns it tells of her life, of her marriage and her worshippers and escapades, all with the detail of the most experienced artist and the reverence of her most devoted followers.

Her lips part in surprise and she slides it on, twirling like a child. “Gorgeous,” Hephaestus says, though Arachne knows he does not speak of the cloak. She doesn’t take offense.

The goddess smiles and Arachne’s heart pounds in her chest. She does her best to ignore it – Aphrodite is the goddess of love, after all. It is only expected. “Very well,” the goddess says, “you have my attention.”

Arachne swallows. Aphrodite’s attention is a heavy thing. “I have offended Athena,” she says, “She has challenged me to a weaving contest.”

Their faces somber. Hephaestus rubs the edge of a sleeve between his fingers and says, “Athena will lose such a contest, if judged fairly. She does not take loss well.”

“I know,” she says, “you are friendly with Hades, are you not?”

There are no tales of their friendship. But she’s staking her life on its existence, because why wouldn’t it exist – both of them even tempered, both shunned by Olympus, both happily married.

Gods hate being made to feel lesser. It is why they say Persephone was kidnapped, why they say Aphrodite cheats with Ares. It is why Athena will crush her when Arachne wins the weaving contest.

“Clever girl,” Hephaestus says, smiling.

Aphrodite stares at her reflection in a convenient piece of polished silver. Arachne assumes Hephaestus left if lying there for that express purpose. “Very well!” the goddess says, not looking at her, “when Athena sends you to the underworld, we will entrench upon our uncle for your release.” She turns on her heel and points a finger at her. Arachne blushes for no reason she can think of. “In return, you will weave me a gown, one equal to my own beauty.”

A gown as exquisite as the goddess of beauty. An impossible task.

They will tell tales of her hubris.

“I accept.”

They will all be true.

~

The contest goes as expected. Athena’s tapestry is lovely, but Arachne’s is lovelier.

The goddess’s face goes red in rage, and her grey eyes narrow. Arachne stands tall, ready to accept the death blow coming for her.

The blow comes.

Death does not.

~

She is an insect. Even if she can make it back to Hephaestus’s volcano, even if they can help her, they will not know it is her. She has no hope left, no course of action, she should just give up. But –

She doesn’t believe in defeat, in loss.

It was a terribly long journey on foot, that first time. It is even longer this time, although now she has eight legs instead of two. She makes it to the volcano, and creeps in between crevices, until she finds out a hollowed room, one with a sliver of sunlight and plenty of bugs to keep her fed.

Athena’s cruel joke of allowing her to weave will be her downfall. Her silk comes out a golden yellow color – it will look exquisite against Aphrodite’s copper skin.

~

It takes seven years for her to complete it. She hasn’t left this room in the volcano in all that time, and as soon as it’s done she scurries out back toward the village. She’s a large insect, but not that large.

She arrives just as the sun begins to rise, and leaves before the first rays have even touched the earth, her prize tied to her back with her own silk.

Arachne doesn’t return to her room. Instead she goes to the more popular parts of the volcano, hurries and runs around terrifying stomping feet until she finds who she’s looking for and scurries up his leg and onto his shoulder.

“Huh,” Brontes looks onto his shoulder and blinks. “What on earth are you?”

She cautiously skitters down his arm, waiting. He bends closer and lightly touches her back. “Is – is that a piece of a honey bun?”

She looks up at him, waiting. It’s her only chance, if he doesn’t remember, if he doesn’t understand –

His face slowly fills with a cautious kind of wonder. “Arachne?”  She jumps in place, being unable to nod, and Brontes cautiously cradles her in his massive hands, “We must find the Master immediately!”

She jumps down, landing in front of him and running forward. “Wait!” he calls, and she makes sure he’s running after her before skittering back to her corner of the cave. It’s almost too small for him to enter but he squeezes inside and breathes, “Oh.” He stares for several moments, and Arachne climbs her web and waits. Brontes shakes himself out of his reverie and uses his powerful wings to bellow, “MISTRESS APHRODITE!”

There’s that same breeze and she’s in the crevice with them, “What was so important, Brontes, that you had to yell?”

Arachne sees the exact moment that the goddess sees the gown, golden yellow and glimmering, made entirely of spider silk. “Beautiful,” she says, reaching out a hand to brush down the bodice. Her head then snaps up, “Brontes, where’s Arachne?”

She warms at that, that Aphrodite knew it was her weaving even though she hasn’t been seen in seven years.

They’ve told tales of her hubris.

They are all true.

Brontes points at the web, and Aphrodite steps over and holds out her hands. Arachne crawls onto the goddess’s palms. “Athena is more powerful than I am, I cannot undo her work,” she says, “but I know someone who can.”

Then they are in front of a river. A handsome young man stands there waiting with a boat. “Goddess Aphrodite,” he says, “we weren’t expecting you.”

“Thanatos,” she returns, “I need to see Persephone.”

The man’s face stays cool, and for a moment Arachne fears they will be refused and she will be stuck in this form forever. Then he smiles and says, “My lady is of course available for her favored niece.” He holds out a hand to help her onto the boat, “Please come with me.”

~

Arachne weaves a dress for Hades’s wife as a thank you, and returns to her volcano.

“I can take you somewhere else,” Aphrodite says, “you don’t have to hide here.”

Arachne pauses at her loom. She has lived in this volcano for seven years. It’s her home. “Would you like me to leave?” she asks instead.

Aphrodite scoffs, “Of course not! How could I dress myself without you here?” She’s wearing the spider silk dress Arachne spun for her, and she’s working on another for the goddess now. Aphrodite runs a gentle finger down Arachne’s cheek and for a moment she forgets to breathe. “You are the finest weaver to ever exist.”

She looks up at the goddess, “Then as the god of crafts and goddess of beautiful things, where else would I belong besides with you and Hephaestus?”

To declare your company equal to that of gods is the height of arrogance and blasphemy.

They tell tales of her hubris.

“An excellent point,” Aphrodite murmurs, and tucks a stray braid behind Arachne’s ear.

They are all true.

gods and monsters series part iii

• shoutout to my girls who are curvy but not “in the right places”
• shoutout to my girls who need some “meat on their bones”
• shoutout to my girls that get shamed for looking “unnatural”
• shoutout my girls that get shamed for looking “all natural” not shaving etc
• shoutout to my girls who “need to cover up”
• shoutout to my girls who “need to loosen up, look like a prude/stiff/etc”
• shoutout to my girls who have to hear “you’re not a real women if you don’t _____” everyday
• shoutout to my girls who live in a world with impossible beauty standards, but keep rocking who they are anyway.
• you are gorgeous as you are, don’t let the world tell you any different.

2D, An Evolution

Phase 1: tol boi, brows on fleek, a sweet lovely, deserved better, dodgems king in the making, aesthetically angry


Phase 2: smooth n sexy rockstar, risen to fame, rocks n rolls w/ so much soul, winning the hearts of millions, edgy, fan favorite, beauty is impossible to capture


Phase 3: sad boi, afraid of many things, allergic to murdoc and whales, protect him, mysteriously has front teeth sometimes, distressed and questionably dressed, deserves a break, only friend is an iPad


Phase 4: h o o t y h o o

Roadside Assistance

                                               SUGAR PT.5

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: i have no idea what im doing

Words: 958

Prompt: Struggling with the pressures of running a bakery in New York City, [Y/N] [Y/L/N] is your average, flour-covered baker. Bucky Barnes is your no nonsense, sugar-hating guy. What happens when the two get closer than Fate intends for them to?

Warnings: unwanted advances, swearing

A huge shoutout to @redgillan for being an actual angel and beta-ing this for me.

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anonymous asked:

hi! Do you know any hot bed sharing fics? Also do you know any fics where sherlock is self-deprecating and john just showers him with love? Thanks!!

Hi Nonny! 

I actually currently have a bed-sharing fic rec list here so you can check that out there! Here are some others I don’t have on that list that I’m currently sorting:

Feel your breathing by Mixxy (T, 2,129 w. || Post-TRF, Cuddling, Separation Anxiety, Platonics) – And he was numb yet feeling far too much, he was back on that pavement, and his mind was buzzing far too hard, whispering you didn’t do it in time, Mrs. Hudson is dead, Lestrade is dead, your John is dead dead dead- And then John’s hand was around his wrist, thumb rubbing over his pulse point, and Sherlock’s not sure if it was to comfort him or John but either way it worked.

Turn the key, and come home by TooManyChoices (M, 2,718 w. || Angst/Humour, First Time/Kiss, Happy Ending) – Sherlock and John have been dancing around what’s between them for years. Will John return to Baker Street, and if so, will things ever be the same?

Lie-In by scullyseviltwin (E, 2,540 w. || Bed Sharing, Morning After, Fluff) – “I can’t believe you drank an entire bottle of wine.”

Assurance by belovedmuerto (T, 2,382 w. || Bed-Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Idiots in Love) – It’s not so much the ‘you’re half-dead, you wanker,’ or even the broken ribs, the hairline fracture of the pelvis, the dislocated shoulder and knee, and the wrenched ankle.

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional Sherlock, Comforting John, Gross Fluff) – “Sunlight dappled John’s skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber.” Part 8 of All the ways we love

It Was All Right There In Front of Him (A Five Times Plus One Story) by bees_stories (T, 3,191 w. || 5+1, Protective Idiots, Grooming, Bed Sharing, Lestrade POV) – DI Greg Lestrade is a good detective. But sometimes he doesn’t trust the evidence in front of him, until there’s a compelling reason to do so.

Acceptable Behaviour by bbcatemysoul (M, 3,449 w. || Fluff, Dev. Rel., Miscommunication, First Time) – Sherlock isn’t really sure why John wants to shag him, but he’s certain that if he’s careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. In other news, John is a good boyfriend and Sherlock is an idiot.

One Day Like This by nondeducible (E, 4,872 w. || First Time, Bed-Sharing, Romance, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock emerged from the bathroom, the sight before him nearly took his breath away. The only light in the room was the small lamp on the bedside table. John’s skin shone like gold, his hair like the purest silver. He was on his side, facing the empty part of the bed, his outstretched hands ready to embrace whoever climbed in next to him. Sherlock could imagine, just for a second, that this was their shared bed and he was coming back to settle into John’s arms.

Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T, 5,053 w. || 5 and Ones, Bed Sharing, PTSD John, Science, Whump, Insecure Sherlock) – 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.

A Terrific Soporific by antietamfalls (T, 11,269 w. || Bed Sharing, Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff, Insomnia, Experiments) – Sherlock, a long-time sufferer of insomnia, is forced to share a bed with John at a hotel while on a case. To his astonishment, he finds that spending the night next to John helps him sleep and becomes determined to maneuver himself back into John’s bed.

Winter’s Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter’s Delights

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock’s case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he’s pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

Bedtime Stories by Liketheriver (M, 34,388 w. || Emotional H/C, Romance, Angst & Humour, Bed Sharing, John First Person, TRF, John Whump) – John’s POV during Season 2 and beyond when Sherlock takes up semi-permanent residence in his bed. A collection of codas and missing scenes wrapped up into one long fic and topped with a bow that takes the story beyond Reichenbach and into happy territory once more. Part 1 of Bedtime Universe


As for self-depricating Sherlock, Gosh, this is something I really like too, but I think when I was sorting I classed it under my “pining” category… Let me see if I can find any off hand (Sorry if there are repeats; a lot of the ones I have are bed-sharing fics). Note that these are the ones that are tagged; I probably have more but haven’t sorted them yet:

Under The Covers by berlynn_wohl (E, 1,221 w. || Est. Rel., Shy Sherlock, Anal, Fluff) – John would have liked to have the lights on and seen everything, but Sherlock was shy, so they did it this way, always.

Apologies by Sherlock Holmes by ad0rably_0rdinary (G, 1,549 w. || Fluff, Worried Sherlock, Cuddles) – Sherlock sends John off with harsh words, and Sally points out that if he keeps it up, John could leave him. Worried Sherlock ensues, and he blunders his way into a cuddly apology.

29 January 2017 by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (E, 1,765 w. || Anniversary, First Time, Insecure Sherlock, Love Confessions, Post-S4) – “That,” John says, “should have happened years ago. Maybe even the first time.”

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn’t ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn’t bother him to propose to John even though they’re not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional Sherlock, Comforting John, Gross Fluff) – “Sunlight dappled John’s skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber.” Part 8 of All the ways we love

Unmissed by 221b_hound (M, 3,235 w. || Est. Rel., Pet Names, Insecure Sherlock, Worried Sherlock) – John enjoys a good brawl during a case, and Sherlock begins to worry - when they retire, will John get bored? Will John get bored and leave. But even if John isn’t a genius about cases, he knows a thing or two about Sherlock’s panic attacks about them as a couple. With only four days till the wedding, he’s not about to let Sherlock continue with this misplaced notion that John will be bored in retirement. Part 20 of Unkissed

Acceptable Behaviour by bbcatemysoul (M, 3,449 w. || Fluff, Dev. Rel., Miscommunication, First Time) – Sherlock isn’t really sure why John wants to shag him, but he’s certain that if he’s careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. In other news, John is a good boyfriend and Sherlock is an idiot.

Rumpled by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,601 w. || Est. Rel., Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, PWP, Proposal, Bottomlock) – Then, halfway through a documentary on river otters that neither of them was paying attention to–how could John, with a gangly, limp consulting detective practically purring in his lap?–Sherlock suddenly bolted upright, looked at John with a perplexed expression and a crinkle above his nose, and blurted, “Marry me.” Part 4 of Longitudinal Cohort

Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T, 5,053 w. || 5 and Ones, Bed Sharing, PTSD John, Science, Whump, Insecure Sherlock) – 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.

the lingering taste of orange juice by darcylindbergh (G, 5,824 w. || Pining Sherlock, Fluff, Miscommunications, Humour) – Sherlock felt the familiar heat surge in his abdomen again at the touch: hope strung taut between head and heart as in all the quiet moments between them, when Sherlock sometimes got the clues all mixed up and thought maybe John felt something too. For once, Sherlock is the idiot.

All the Flavours, Cherry and More by cwb (E, 6,274 w. || Est. Rel., Lip Gloss, Lingerie, Birthday Presents, Insecure Sherlock) – Sherlock feels a blush rising to touch his cheeks, more sensual than uncomfortable now that he knows John isn’t disgusted by him. No, John is responding exactly the way he had hoped.

Abatement by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 6,816 w. || Est. Rel., Retirementlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Self Esteem, Grumpy Sherlock) – “What’s wrong with you? You love the cottage,” John glances over to the passenger seat, then quickly turns his eyes back to the road. Driving was still not his forte, but considering Sherlock still couldn’t properly bend and lift his new knee enough to press and release the clutch, he had to make do. Not that Sherlock hadn’t tried to argue his way into the driver’s seat. “I love the cottage for a week or two, John. Don’t be deliberately obstuse,” Sherlock grumbles, sinking further in his seat. Well, as best he can with a four-week-old knee replacement. “And that’s all we’re going for, love,” John says out loud. But what he’s thinking is, shit. He knows.

In Which “John” Becomes a Synonym for “Help” by asignoftwo (T, 7391 w. || Injured John, Worried Sherlock, Fluff) –  After the fall Sherlock returns to Baker Street and is reunited with John. When John is injured on a case Sherlock is faced with the reality that he could lose John again, and it tears him apart.

High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, 7,429 w. || Jealous John, Miscommunications / Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time, BAMF John, Insecure Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock, Junk Size, UST / RST) – John pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his mouth and sighed. “So, you’re coiled like a spring and ready to be … sprung?” “If you want to be pedestrian about it, yes.” “Like I said, you should do something about that.” “And like I said, pedestrian. What would you have me do? Take up jogging? Yoga? Oh! Unless you mean –” “I don’t mean anything. Let’s drop it.”

For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John.

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficletsThey are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w. || Established, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis, Happy-ish Ending) – After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it’s supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion.{{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}


Clearly this isn’t all I have, but I’m always open to having more of insecure Sherlock fics if anyone’s got them! Hope these satisfy you lovely!

I love Black Sails not only for the m/m and f/f relationships, but also for their m/f relationships that refuse to be easily defined. Both Anne/Jack and Flint/Miranda are relationships that do not depict “typical” romances yet impossibly beautiful, enduring relationships, based on mutual respect and loyalty and being partners, where the relevance of their bond is not based on sex. Relationships where two people bring out the better in the other, where they can call each other out on their bullshit, and where they support and trust each other unconditionally.

If you and I are to be partners then we ought to be partners (Miranda to Flint, 2.06)

But you and I are gonna be partners till they put us in the fucking ground. (Anne to Jack, 2.10)

every time harry goes MIA for long periods of time and we start to get sad, he then comes back with no warning like some leveled-up pokemon, impossibly more beautiful and amazing than before… like i don’t know what we did to deserve this (there was nothing we could’ve done to deserve this), but i’m so grateful and hlessed 

We love films because they makes us feel something. They speak to our desires, which are never small. They allow us to escape and to dream and to gaze into the eyes that are impossibly beautiful and huge. They fill us with longing. But also. they tell us to remember; they remind us of life. Remember, they say, how much it hurts to have your heart broken.
—  Nina LaCour, Everything Leads to You

me: nurse, please inject 1:37 - 1:42 of this song into my bloodstream

nurse: that’s physically impossible

me: well louis’ voice is impossibly beautiful, yet here we are,

nurse:

EXO Reaction when their usually nerdy/geeky bff shows up all dressed at an event to support them

How do I even explain that all I wear is pants and jeans and whatever shirt I find in my closet XD XO, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

“Hey you pretty lady… let’s forget about this party and run away together” *You drive him crazy*

Kris:

*Can’t stop staring at you* “I’m sorry but… this is too much even for me. I love this look on you” *Can’t stop blushing either*

Sehun:

*Doesn’t mind showing you around* “Oh come on… you can’t hide forever! Let them see that beauty of yours”

Tao:

*Won’t close his mouth the whole night* “B-b-beautiful…. s-stunning…woah”

Kai:

“Now I’m not sure if I’m suitable to be your date tonight… you are like a goddess” *Feeling a little flirty*

Xiumin:

“We need to take a picture like now! I don’t know when I’ll ever see you again with a dress… you look so beautiful!” *Impossible to hide his secret crush on you*

Baekhyun:

“Oh my… come here baby… come to Daddy Baek” *Can’t even control his pervy side*

Luhan:

“You see that girl that is just arriving? She’s my future wife” *Has completely made up his mind*

Chen:

*Feeling really nervous* “I’m sorry Y/N… I don’t know why you are making me so nervous… I mean, I see you everyday but… you look really pretty tonight”

Kyungsoo:

*Really trying to hide his smile* “Why is my heart beating so fast? Why can’t I stop loooking at her, specially tonight?” *Baby is in love*

Lay:

“Of course you look good Y/N! More than good! You should wear contacts more often.. I love staring into your eyes” *Always so honest, so pure*

Suho:

“It’s funny you know.. how I brought you a rose tonight but you came to me looking as beautiful as one…”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

There is this one photograph…that is just beautiful. It would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but I’ll try. If you listen to the song “Asleep,” and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry…then I think you will see the photograph.
—  Stephen Chobsky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Mermaid/Merman AU

Arms of the ocean - PinkCactus

The two had swam farther than ever before, so that they could be alone on the clear winters night. Away from the crowds of people in the underwater cities, away from their parents and their friends. Tonight, it wasn’t about the royal traditions. Tonight, it was about them.

Blue Echo - Myka

Yuri is a natare. A mermaid. He knows how to follow the rules that keep his kind safe. So why does a human dancer named Victor make him feel like breaking all of them?

calling me to the soft sand - Arrowsbane

“Your human ways are strange,” Phichit says after a long pause. Yuuri shrugs, not really sure what to say to that. “You’re not the first to think that.” Yuuri admits, looking out to the horizon while fumbling for his preferred charcoal stick.

Can You Sea Me? - tobisebaschan

Yuuri Katsuki is a 24 year old, Marine Biologist/Whale Conservation Specialist that works for a Marine Life Rescue & Aquarium. Victor (or at least that’s his human name) is a very handsome merperson living off the coast of Yuuri’s town. They meet for a split second and Yuuri doubts reality, but he’s determined to find out the truth. They meet again eventually and things get hopelessly complicated.

The Crystal Tear - daiki

Disclaimer: This is loosely based from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean 4 (which means that I altered some terminologies) A/N: I was going through the folder of my old fics (this one had a very old pairing of mine originally with the same title) when I saw this and I felt that Victuuri would do well in this universe AKA clergyman!viktor and mermaid!yuuri bonus: phichit as a hyper pirate and an aged-up pirate yurio who’s done with everyone’s shit

Disney on Ice (Fanart series) - lamenart

I simply love these beautiful babies, and I love Disney World, so I thought I could combine these two amazing worlds. It’s going to be series of Disney Princes Viktuuri arts.

Fine Wines and Russian Spirits - mismatched_ideas

Come to Yakov’s Wine and Spirits Shoppe, we have everything! Viktor had been 27 for a long time. He couldn’t remember how long, but it was definitely a long time. He didn’t remember when or how he died but that didn’t matter much to him. Now he resigned himself to live a boring life working hard at Yakov’s Wine and Spirits Shoppe. Yuri had been 15 since he died and it pissed him the hell off. Nobody really understood how ghosts worked but after meeting Yuri anyone would agree that hormones could remain as unbalanced as the day someone died. Yuuri had been 24 for less than a year. He would be turning 25 if his roommate hadn’t convinced him to do something very stupid. He’d been 24 for less than a year but he had a lot of being 24 ahead of him and Yuuri wasn’t sure he was okay with that.

Fish Out of Water - sunshinestealer

Viktuuri mermaid prince AU because why not. Lemon in later chapters.

Forbidden by myshipstookovermylife

Victor is a fairy. Yuuri is a merman. They’re not supposed to be in love, not even supposed to be seen together.

From the waves - WailingAmaryllis (Athenias)

All Yuri Katsuki ever wanted was to meet the elven child who treated him with utmost kindness once more. But when he finds that elf again, he’s anything but ready to face the emotions that had built up over the years. Victor Nikiforov, or “the elven prince of skating”, is elated, on the other hand. He had been longing to find that mysterious siren that did nothing to harm him his entire life. In hopes of finding him, he had made a point to get his name and face known worldwide. But the question remains.Do either know the other is infatuated with them?

Heart like a harbor - ninjakins

Scientist Victor has fame, wealth, and no more mysteries left to plumb, until he is rescued by the greatest pursuit of his life.

(The psuedo-steampunk meramid AU that no one asked for.)
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It was impossible. it was beautiful. The entranced part of Victor cooed while the scientific part of Victor took over. The siren tales of the local sailors came to mind—hist studies of sea shanties had come in handy after all—but no, Victor knew in a heartbeat that what he was looking at was more rare: a genuine… “A mermaid,” Victor breathed. “And you talk!”

The Heart of the Ocean - MerWhoLocked

Pods are what keep us safe, Yuuri had to remind himself. It was more than just a social construct. It was instinctive behavior, born from a desire to protect themselves from larger predators. From an early age, pups were taught this vital life lesson but Yuuri seemed to have the hardest time following the rules, creating resentment among the others in the pod. His own shy nature didn’t seem to help in that regard either and Yuuri found himself at odds with most of the other merfolk. But what happens when you don’t have a pod anymore?After meeting Victor, Yuuri finally understands what it’s like to be loved. A loving family isn’t always the one your born into, sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself. But can they survive an ocean full of predators and judgmental merfolk who won’t accept them?

hold your breath - plisestkypng

Both leading unsatisfying lives, siren Yuri Plisetsky and Kazakh prince Otabek Altin find their way into each other’s lives.

In Regards to Love: Agape - nannahthelesbian

Yuri is convinced she’s a fallen Angel who only needs to regain her wings to reclaim family and happiness. Viktor is a fisherman in love with a merman who forgets him year after year. When Yuri urges him to follow the merfolk migration, she hopes helping him will be the key to earning her wings. Yuri didn’t expect to get tangled up in Viktor’s story … or to care about it. (alternating PoVs)

I’ll Be Your Sea - PlayingGod

Yuri Katsuki had always wanted to be a pirate, and now at the age of 23, he was. He never had much luck, so of course fate would have it that he would end up on Glacies, a strong pirate ship with the most obnoxious captain one could imagine. The days on the ship were pretty straightforward. A pirate’s life was not as exciting as he thought it was going to be when he was younger. He wondered if his whole was going to continue this way, unchanging. He wondered if he was always going to be a coward. Perhaps the stunning, ethereal creature with moonstone eyes will help him change. Or A pirate/mermaid (well, merman) AU where Yuri is a pirate on a ship with JJ as Captain, and they capture a beautiful merman who would sell for more gold than they would know what to do with. Except Yuri really doesn’t want to do that.

Kaiyō Negai-Ocean Wish (Victuuri Mermaid AU) - Shy_Ika

Viktor Nikiforov can no longer surprise anyone. The pressure built up and Viktor lands himself in 2nd, earning himself a Silver medal After making the bold desision to quit skating for a season and coach Yuri Plisetsky, Viktor finds himself only falling further into a depression. Events lead up to him discovering the beautiful Yuuri Katsuki, shimmering blue fish tail and all. Rated T for Attempted Suicide. Reader beware!

Lantern - RedxLipstick

Victor goes to Hasetsu, Japan to recover from the injuries which ended his career as a Living Legend Competitive Figure Skater. He starts going to the beach every night to seek out the strange, dancing lantern he keeps seeing in the waves. Then he meets Yuuri, and everything changes.

let’s be forever let forever be free - Vitali (exocara)

Katsuki Yuuri loves the mermaid who used to sing at the beach near his home. Viktor Nikiforov loves the man who basically fell off a ship and serenaded him whilst drunk. Basically, The Little Mermaid AU that no one asked for.

Love Hurts - Plisetskitty

Mila is a mermaid princess who is in love with Sara. Sara is one of her subjects, and is in love with Mila. Neither has admitted her feelings for the other, but when Sara gets kidnapped by a human, Mila realizes she has to save the love of her life.

Low Tide - Bad_Wolf

Victor and Sara are marooned in a little boat after a mutiny. No food, no water. Thankfully, they are rescued by a helpful woman and man. So helpful, not at all suspicious.

The Merman in my Private Bath - ruru_u

Everyone thought Yuuri was crazy when he claimed a merman saved his life. Even he had convinced himself it was all some crazy dream - until one day, a beautiful and mysterious creature washed up onshore. Yuri’s seldom-used cold pool finally has a customer! (who doesn’t seem to want to leave)

Mermen Don’t Eat Katsudon - Cassivell

Viktor was drifting again, swimming wherever the current decided to take him. The icy waters of home no longer comforted him, nor did his family or kingdom. Mermaid AU with lots of cultural misunderstandings, Yuuri blushing, and Viktor being a little bitch

My fate - Zon_Chan

Katsuki Yuri wants to explore the world out of the ocean. Viktor Nikiforov wants to find happiness.

Why building skill in art is fun,

but not inherently required for the art’s value

I explained this a couple times in streams but I want to put it down in text.

Art is an incredible and special process where people can share a concept in their head with the outside world. Human imagination is endless, but part of the fascinating nature of art is the triple disconnect between artist and viewer- and the mosaic of images this creates. I’ll explain:

The first disconnect is between the artist’s imagination, and what they can produce. This is the only disconnect where building skill with practice can bring the two closer together. However, imagination is fluid, beautiful, and impossible. There’s no way to portray exactly what’s in our heads, but chasing that impossible goal is what drives artists! 

The second disconnect is generally a lot smaller, but still worth mentioning. Humans are all biologically slightly different, and we may be viewing the art through a different medium. The viewer may see less or more colour than the artist, or maybe their computer monitor has different settings.

The third disconnect is where the magic happens! A person interpreting an artist’s work will apply their own experiences and feelings to it, making the image they remember totally unique to them. This is part of the exciting nature of art- when you create something, you don’t just create one thing. Everyone who sees it will take away something different! This is a big disconnect and it isn’t affected by an artist’s skill at all. 

This process isn’t a bad thing! Art is incredible and beautiful, and our ability to create and interpret endless variations and feelings is what makes it so exciting! 

It may be discouraging when someone gets a different idea from the one you tried to create- but that doesn’t mean the idea they took away doesn’t have value! It’s still something that you did! 

Create more art! Fill the world with ideas! 

Nothing Pt.3 (Jungkook/?/Reader) (Ft. BTS)

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Genre: Angst, slight smut, slight fluff

Words: 3.9K

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: The moment you met the man you had slept with the night before, you felt sick to your stomach. (Trigger: slight mature content, cheating, heartbreak)

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