in search of something else

  • <p> <b>Adult Fiction:</b> "I'm a Sad Woman who can't remember the last time I was happy. My husband doesn't satisfy me and I'm constantly searching for something Else™ to give my life meaning."<p/><b>YA Fiction:</b> "I'm an Angsty Teen with a Mission I didn't ask for, but I will find a way to survive it and givE MY OWN LIFE MEANING."<p/><b>Adult Fiction:</b> "Sad: It's 'happy' for deep people."<p/><b>YA Fiction:</b> "Somehow she managed to smile and laugh, despite all that had been done to her."<p/><b>Adult Fiction:</b> 300 pages long - dragging, how can there be that much left?<p/><b>YA Fiction:</b> 750 pages long - YES, good, no wait... EVEN MORE PLEASE!<p/><b>Adult Fiction:</b> Welp, our audience is basically halfway to death anyway, so the moral is: Just try to stay alive until it's time to die.<p/><b>YA Fiction:</b> Hey there, we know everything sucks, but you're not the only one feeling that way. Find your people, keep your fire going, fight your way out! Make a better world!<p/></p>

Sirius takes Muggle Studies starting in third year to annoy his family. At first he plans on only taking it the one year before switching, but it grips his attention and won’t let go. Learning about muggle medical science, electricity, airplanes, the space race… every new topic felt like a new discovery.

It’s at the end of fifth year that the professor offers an extra credit project. Find something muggle that interests you and document your findings. Sirius feels stuck until halfway through summer holiday when he spots the bare bones of a motorcycle about to be hauled off.

At first his focus is figuring out what kind of bike it is (a 1946 Triumph 3T) and how to identify parts, but it quickly turns into a full restoration. The summer was spent mostly with James as they searched junkyards for missing parts, several times one repair leading to something else breaking and Sirius swearing up a storm. By the time school starts again he has 3.5 feet of parchment written front and back.

Two weeks before seventh year starts Sirius finally has it fully restored, crowing with joy as he rides down long stretches of empty road, already planning on what charms he could add to make it run better or make parts last longer.

It’s when Gryffindor wins the quidditch cup that year that sirius begins wondering what it would take to make the thing fly.

You need to understand this. The sound of her voice alone was enough to send me flying off the edge. I had spent years of my life wondering whether love was anything like the movies; consuming, restless, boundary-less. It is. And it doesn’t happen forcefully or when it’s expected. It happens in a single, in-between moment. Like when you’re pouring milk into your coffee at the counter of your favourite shop, or when you’re busy doing something else. Anything other than searching, really. And in this single, in-between moment, you encounter her, or him, or whomever, and it feels as though your atoms are colliding at 100 miles per hour. And deep down somewhere, you feel a kind of certainty that you must’ve known each other in a different realm. And your insides go silent. Your heart stays so still you become afraid it has stopped beating altogether, and for once, the voices within your head stop dead in their tracks. It exists. And maybe it happens once and never again, but it happens. And when it does, even though your entirety is telling you to run as fast as you can, straight toward the hills, stay. Stay and feel every inch of it. Every up and down, every whirlwind of emotion it evokes out of you. Because romantic love isn’t everything, but it is definitely something. There are 7 billion people leaving footprints on this earth and you, by chance, have stumbled upon one who is capable of sending chills down your spine simply by the touch of their hand. And if that isn’t magical, then I’m not sure what is.

the bottom line is: i know how walkmans work. i do not know how to make my walkman into something else. i can learn by searching the internet and watching youtube videos. both of which were not available when dean made his walkman into an emf meter and making your walkman into something else requires you to a) know how said walkman works (there’s a lot of wires, folks) and two actually be able to apply that knowledge and create some crazy ghost sensing thingy out of it that has nothing to do with the original walkman idea maybe aside from the fact that it makes sounds? not to mention that yes emf beeps when it senses something so dean actually thought about that and realized that walkmans had earphones which means no one would hear the beeping and that would make a more efficient and useful emf reader?? wtf dean is so smart

to repeat: wtf dean is so smart

Joker Imagine - Toy Box *smut*

Originally posted by gochaseyourself

Originally posted by jennnym88

!!WARNING!! Extremely smutty, sub/dom

Your P.O.V.

It was late at night and J and I were finally home. We had been at his club discussing a heist and the night ended with a small heist. We robbed a jewelry shop and I had teased J a lot. I ‘accidentally’ brushed against his cock and I said dirty things innocently. I had no idea why but I got a thrill from it.

Now we were in our bedroom and he was getting undressed. I was going to go and wash my make-up off but he didn’t let me off the hook so easily. ‘’What was your behaviour today?’’ He asked me and gave me a dark glare. A shiver ran down my spine as I faced him, seeing his green hair that was a bit messy now.

‘‘What do you mean?’‘ I batted my lashes at him and pouted my lips. That made him growl and he threw his gloves away. I flinched because I didn’t expect him to get this angry with me.

“Oh do you think it’s fucking fair to do that” J asked me with a raspy voice. His pupils dilated and made his pretty blue eyes appear dark and cold. “Do what?” I asked him rather innocently. I played with a strand of my hair as I watched my nearly naked boyfriend stand up.

He didn’t answer me which was either because he was angry or because he thought the answer was obvious. My nerves tangled up as J walked into our walk-in closet. His muscles were tense and he seemed a bit mad at me.

I didn’t need to be alone too long. He came back with a purple box in his strong arms. I watched as he put it on his nightstand before he joined me back in bed. “J what’s in there?” I asked him quietly. He chuckled at me and then he opened the box. I still didn’t see inside it so obviously I grew curious. It also made me a bit nervous.

“Kitten I know you like playing games since you’re always playing with me..” J started and grabbed something from the box. I gulped as he continued. “Now it’s my turn to play with you. I’ll punish you for being so damn naughty,turning me on in the middle of business and all” he let me know and that’s when I knew what that box was. In his hands I saw a pink, fluffy collar.

‘‘Put it on’‘ He told me and handed it to me. Since I had been naughty all day, I decided to push my luck. ‘‘No’‘ I snarled and covered it with a smirk. J seemed surprised by my answer. He crawled close to me and then pushed my head against the soft pillows. Before I knew what was going on, he wrapped his strong arm around my throat. I just smiled at my angry J.

‘‘You dare say no to me?’‘ He growled angrily. ‘‘Sorry Daddy’‘ I giggled a bit. He choked me a little bit and gave me a warning gaze. ‘‘You’re not sorry yet’‘ He said deeply and then laughed. As he let go of my throat, he wrapped the collar around me. I couldn’t help but to think of everything else he had in that box.

J grabbed a chain leach and attached it to me and the bed. I couldn’t leave our bed. I watched as he got up and he started searching for something else. ‘’What’s that box for?’’ I asked him innocently. ‘’Toys’’ I got a short reply. I couldn’t help but to get turned on. I wanted to touch him but I couldn’t get close to him.

‘‘Play with me daddy’‘ I encouraged him. He had a boner that I couldn’t wait to get to. ‘‘Maybe later but I need to punish you first’‘ J let me know. That’s when he grabbed a whip with a leather handle. I gulped as I looked at it in his strong arm. I’ve been very bad to deserve this.

‘‘You’re not smiling anymore. What’s the matter?’‘ J teased me while getting back to me. I just stared at the whip and tried to think how bad I’ve been. ‘‘I just..um’‘ I mumbled and then shut up. J laughed and grabbed my by my collar, dragging me above his legs with my ass in the air. It was the perfect position to punish me. For now, he was rubbing my bum with his hand.

‘‘I’ll make sure you’re sorry kitten’‘ He said seriously. Then he hooked his finger into my panties and started dragging them off.I helped him a bit by moving my legs. ‘‘You’re wet. Do you enjoy being under control hm? ‘‘ He asked me a question. His voice got raspier as he got hornier.

I opened my mouth to reply but I couldn’t. He whipped my bum and I screamed out in surprise. Then I squeezed the sheets hard because it stung. J laughed at me and then whipped me again. I cried out in pain but damn I loved it. ‘’You’ve been so bad..’’ J told me angrily. ‘’I’m so- Ah!’’ I whimpered as he whipped my sore bum once again. ‘’You’re not sorry you little slut’’ He growled and whipped me harder. I gritted my teeth and felt a tear rolling down my face. I couldn’t help but to get wetter tho.

‘‘Your pussy is glistening. Are you enjoying your punishment, huh?’‘ Joker asked me dangerously. I nodded a small nod for him. It made him whip me again. I flinched and cried out in both pain and pleasure.

‘‘Punishments aren’t supposed to be enjoyed’‘ He let me know darkly.Then he used his hand, spanking my ass hard and I heard it echo in our room. I groaned and hid my face in the covers. J wanted to see my face so he grabbed my collar and dragged me up so I was supporting myself with my arms.’‘Keep your eyes at me’‘ He demanded and I wouldn’t dare not to listen.

I looked directly into his dark blue eyes as he smacked me with his hand again. A couple tears rolled down my face but I smiled. ‘’I’m so sorry..daddy’’ I whimpered after his spanking. My ass was sore and it stung but damn it was worth it. He hummed and then rubbed my bum with his hand, calming the skin down.

‘‘Naughty naughty naughty..what will I do to you?’‘ He thought out loud. I didn’t answer because he was obviously going to punish me and whatever I said was too mild. Suddenly he got up and grabbed the box. ‘‘Say a number’‘ He told me while looking into the box. It made me curious again. ‘‘six’‘ I said a random number and tried to get closer, but the collar would choke me if I did.

J laughed and picked something out of the box. It was a black vibrator. ‘’I know just what to do with you’’ He let me know and then met my eyes. I was both excited and nervous now. J wasn’t mild with punishments. ‘’Get on your back’’ He told me while grabbing some other things as well. I did as he told me and rested against my pillows. I needed to feel him so all this waiting made me impatient.

I heard chains as I waited here. Then I felt the cold metal against my ankles. ‘’What are you doing?’’ I asked him  and looked down. ‘’Watch me’’ He replied darkly and chained my ankles to the bed post. He even put a pole between my legs so I couldn’t close them. I almost moaned because this turned me on so much. I was naked and tied down to the bed. Joker could do anything to me. Just the thought made me wet for him.

‘‘You’re so beautiful’‘ He purred as he started to tie my arms to the bed. I bit my bottom lip and smiled. ‘‘Too bad I need to punish you. If you were a good girl..’‘ He started and tugged the chains to make sure I couldn’t escape.  Then he got really close to my face, holding my jaw with his arm. ‘‘..I wouldn’t need to punish you like this’‘ He finished his sentence and sent tingles in a low place.

‘‘What could be so bad?’‘ I asked him. J smirked and grabbed the vibrator. Then he turned it on and the buzzing sound made me even more excited. I tried to arch my back, but he tied me down so well that I couldn’t move. J placed the vibrator on my clit and I gasped because it felt so good.

‘‘Ah J’‘ I moaned and tried to get more friction. He looked at me darkly and then let go of the vibrator. It still touched my clit and I couldn’t move so it would fall. I was holding back moans but it was hard. The friction on my needy clit felt fucking amazing. 

‘‘I hope you’ll enjoy yourself’‘ J said mysteriously. I gained my strength to ask him something. ‘‘What?’‘ I breathed out heavily. It sucked that I couldn’t move but the pleasure was so great. I felt helpless in a good way. ‘‘I know how girls need their space. I thought I could go and grab a drink and maybe see what’s on tv’‘ J let me know evilly. My eyes widened as I stared at my boyfriend.

‘‘Wait- J’‘ I tried to speak without moaning. He turned around and started walking out of our room. ‘‘J!’‘ I screamed and then moaned loudly. ‘‘I’ll be back in less than an hour’‘ He yelled and then left me all alone. I was already close to an orgasm and I couldn’t take the vibrator off. I held onto the chains and then I tried to hold back my orgasm.

Damn J!

///Joker’s P.O.V.///

Y/N had been alone, tortured by pleasure for already 40 minutes.She was screaming my name and then crying out in pure pleasure. I was listening to her while watching TV. Honestly, her sexual sounds were more interesting. Yes I was horny and I couldn’t wait to fuck her, but I was having too much fun.

Finally, I thought she had enough of it. I walked back into our bedroom and saw her. Y/N’s cheeks were red, tears had ruined her makeup and her lips were plump. It even looked like she had squirted. ‘’J.. p-p-please’’ She whimpered tiredly. I noticed that she was trembling a bit. ‘’Are you sorry?’’ I asked her just to be a tease. She cried out and nodded.

‘‘I need to hear it’‘ I growled and ran my hand up and down my stomach, tingling her a little bit. ‘‘Yes! I’m so s-sorry daddy! Please take it..off’‘ She legit screamed to me. That’s when I grabbed the vibrator and turned it off. Although I took it away, she was still trembling a little bit. Her breath was shaky and she kept moaning lightly.

‘‘Oh kitten’‘ I cooed and then started freeing her from the bed, starting with her ankles. I couldn’t help but to notice how fucking wet she was. As her legs were free, I got between her legs. I knew her pussy was sensitive but I knew she liked it. ‘‘J what are you doing?’‘ Y/N breathed out a bit weakly. I grabbed her legs tightly and got closer to her throbbing cunt. ‘‘Tasting what I got’‘ I replied and then licked her juices and attached my mouth to her clit. It made her moan really loudly and I liked it.

‘‘J..oh shit’‘ Y/N gasped while I started eating her. She was squirming beneath my touch and it boosted my ego. ‘‘You’re such a dirty slut you know that, right? First you come multiple times and now you’re letting me eat your pussy’‘ I started talking dirtily. While I used my mouth to speak, I pushed two fingers inside her warm walls.

‘‘Mmh daddy I’m such a bad girl’‘ She breathed out. I fingerfucked her tight little hole harder and loved her facial expressions while I pleasured her. ‘‘You’re a slut, my little whore’‘ I growled darkly. It made her moan. ‘‘Say it baby’‘ I told her and took out my fingers. I had to feel her the real way. I couldn’t wait no more.

‘‘I’m a dirty whore daddy. But I’m all yours’‘ She whimpered to me. ‘‘Good. Only I can touch you like this’‘ I reminded her while getting in position. I placed the tip of my cock on her entrance and then pushed my length inside of her. Y/N gasped and she looked like she saw stars. Damn all this teasing and punishing her got her really wet. Her warm walls hugged my cock tightly, making it feel magical.

‘‘Fuck me J’‘ She encouraged me. We were both hungry for friction. I didn’t need to be told that twice. I started pounding myself into her. It felt fucking amazing. ‘‘You’re still so tight’‘ I grunted deeply. I could hear our skin slapping together as I fucked her. 

‘‘You feel so fucking good daddy’‘ Y/N gasped as I hit her G-spot. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she kept tugging the chains that held her arms. She desperately wanted to touch me but it was a part of her punishment. I leaned down and started kissing her neck while I rammed myself into her hard.

She was a moaning mess underneath me. I bit her skin so there would be marks on her later. ‘’You take me so fucking good’’ I purred to her. As I kept pounding in and out of her tightness, I noticed that she was getting close. So was I. 

I took advantage of the signs and I used all my strength to push her closer to an edge. Y/N gritted her teeth together but it didn’t stop her from moaning. I started breathing heavily as pleasure grew more intense. ‘’I’m gonna..J I’m gonna cum’’ Y/N screamed. ‘’Cum for me kitten’’ I told her and squeezed her tits. All the pleasure mixed together and pushed Y/N over the edge. Her walls tightened around me as she came. Y/N gasped and started cursing as her orgasm took over her.

That’s when I pulled out.I grabbed my cock and jerked off to finish myself. Finally, I felt pleasure taking over my senses. I growled as my cum shot landed on Y/N. Now I felt like I saw stars. It was overwhelming.

I just watched as my cum covered Y/N’s chest and man, it was a sexy sight. She was panting yet she kept a smile on her pretty face. I freed her arms and took off her collar. Then I finally lied down and caught my breath after such a good night. ‘’I’m dirty J’’ Y/N whispered into my ear. Her hand was on my stomach and she traced the outlines of my muscles. I looked into her eyes. There was a sparkle in hers.

‘‘What will you do about that?’‘ I breathed out. Suddenly she wiped some of the cum off of her with her finger. I watched closely as she brought it to her lips and then licked it off like a good girl. ‘‘Dirty girl’‘ I chuckled. ‘‘You taste so good daddy’‘ Y/N purred happily and finished cleaning herself.

‘‘If you keep calling me that, I might have to take you up for round two’‘ I warned her. I doubt neither of us would actually mind that..

Lust

Pairing; Kim Taehyung x Reader

Words; 3.4k

Genre; Smut with a plot (hints of other things if you look real closely)

Summary;  ❝Lust; A passionate or overmastering desire or craving❞

Aka; Taehyung is a jerk, Jimin drags you to his Halloween party and Taehyung looks too fucking good dressed as a vampire

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LAUNCHING FEBRUARY 12, 2017
(But here’s a sneak peak at what’s to come)

Dear N,
You make me happy. I wish, more than anything, that it was enough. But if I’ve learned anything recently, it’s that I am full of fear. I’m afraid that like those I loved before you, I will move on in search of something else, without really knowing why. I am always and forever looking beyond what I have, even if that is someone as gentle, patient, and loving as you. I am too afraid to end something with such potential to be so beautiful, but I know it is the kinder thing to do, for your sake. You deserve so much more than my indecisiveness and fear. I don’t have the courage to tell you this yet. It breaks my heart.
Love, 
C.

Haunting Me (Chap. 3)❤️

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader 

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Kidnapping. Major feels. 

72 Hours Earlier

Bucky was a hundred percent sure that he had seen the girl in front of him before. Maybe it wasn’t from face to face encounters, but he had in fact seen you. It started with the mission briefing he was given two days ago.

Pierce sat in front of him with that sly, devilish smile of his that made Bucky’s skin crawl. He opened the manilla folder in his hands and began reading everything about his mission, especially his target.

“The man you saw on the bridge earlier is a menace and needs to be terminated as soon as possible. Do you understand, soldier?” Bucky nodded silently. His eyes were focused on the picture in front of him, memorizing any necessary details. It was crucial for him, as he was expected to complete his missions without any unnecessary casualties.

“You see this woman, James?” Pierce pulled out another picture and held it in his face. It wasn’t a formal photograph by any means, it looked as if someone had snapped the picture of you as you walked about, doing your day to day things. The older man’s eyes watched Bucky’s closely, studying his face for any signs of reactions.

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he took in all of your features, especially your skin tone. You were quite beautiful, no doubt. Hydra had attempted numerous times to purge out any sort of unnecessary ways of thinking, especially the sense of attraction. Fortunately, as much as he was tortured, they failed to do just that he guesses.

“After you get rid of him, I want you do something…a bit unorthodox. A bit different from what you’ve done in the past.”

His eyes flickered between the picture and the man. Every time he asked him to do something “unorthodox” it usually meant something along the sadistic lines. The only time he was asked to do this was when he tortured a target. He didn’t enjoy that one bit. 

“I want you to find this girl, James,” he explained, peering down at him. 

“And I want you to impregnate her. By any means necessary.”

You shifted awkwardly as he studied your face. 

You felt like he was staring into your soul, into your very being and you felt so exposed. You were used to men staring at you sometimes, even if they were just giving you side glances, but the way this man was staring at you made you feel so hot in the face. 

“I think you must be mistaken, s-sir,” you stuttered. They must’ve really brainwashed him for him to believe something like that. You felt a pang of guiltiness as you thought about it. The poor man must have been abused in so many horrible ways for him to be having the delusions.

“But I-I’m only twenty two years old. Maybe you knew someone who looked like m-”

His eye twitched at your words and he ran a hand over his face in frustration. You immediately shut your mouth at his actions. He let out a growl before looking back at you. 

“I knew you,” he demanded. “I don’t know how, but I did. I saw you in my head after you cursed at me on the bridge.” 

Your eyes widened once again. You didn’t say it out loud, but he was probably having hallucinations. It was the only reasonable answer, but something struck you that he wasn’t the reasonable type. Not by a long shot. 

“Okay then…” you trailed off, looking around the room. You felt yourself shiver uncontrollably. It was freezing in the room, especially since the heat hadn’t been turned on yet and it was cold as ice outside by now. The sun had gone down all the way now and you were for sure that you were in the middle of nowhere. 

That’s when the sudden realization kicked in and you found yourself slowly starting to panic. You were trapped in here with this man, far away from the protection of Steve and the police. You didn’t see your purse anywhere in the room, meaning your phone was gone, along with your medication. 

Uh oh. 

You felt your chest begin to tighten, followed by the feeling of lightheadedness. Little black dots began to dance around your eyes, causing everything to blur. You mentally scolded yourself as you felt your breathing becoming uneven. You had struggled with anemia your entire life. Especially now, as an adult, you were having so many issues with battling it. Your doctor had prescribed you Iron pills which you were to take in cases like these, but of course, your pills were in your purse. 

Which was probably sitting in a random person’s possession right now. 

Bucky, noticing your state, leaned forward and placed the back of his hand onto your forehead. You weren’t running a fever, but you were reacting in a strange manner. He had no clue what was happening, he hoped you weren’t in any mortal trouble. 

“Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes wide as he watched you sway from side to side. You slumped over, but immediately, he caught you in his arms. Your head lolled onto his shoulder. 

He placed a hand onto your back, feeling along your clothed body until it was resting in a specific position. “Shit!” he muttered, before lying you on your back. He began untying your shoes, pulling the strings from the lace until they were loose enough for him to slide off of your feet. Once they were off, he reached froward and began unbuttoning your jeans. 

“N-No!” you gasped, causing him to jump and shift his gaze over to your horrified expression. “Get away!” you cried, pushing his hands away from your body. You tried to wiggle your legs in hopes of kicking him back, but in one move, he held your legs still with his metal arm.   

Bucky looked over at you, his face set in an extremely unhappy frown. “I’m not going to…” he trailed off, suddenly realizing why you were panicking. It wasn’t usual for him to feel guilt, but he felt it at that moment and it frightened him to no end. Who was this mysterious girl that caused him to react this way?

“You’re anemic,” he explained, although he was positive you already knew. “You need to get as much air as possible, along with any source of iron. You’re having an attack right now, which can last no more than thirty minutes without medical attention.” 

You were beyond shocked at his words. How did he know all these things? Anemia was a bit hard to spot unless you were a doctor. That meant, among the many things they taught him, they wired some medical training as well. 

You felt your chest tightening, sending you into a further panic. You hated feeling this way, the last attack you had was in fourth grade and it was borderline traumatizing. 

Bucky reached forward again, slower this time, and began unbuttoning your jeans slowly. You whimpered as he slowly tugged the material down your thighs, before discarding them to the side. He then made his way to the flannel you were wearing and began unbuttoning each of the little buttons and sliding the material off your body, leaving you in a small under tank top. 

He gently placed his hands on your side and rolled you over until you were lying on your side. You tried to inhale as much as possible, but without the medication, you knew you weren’t getting much rest tonight. 

Another shiver crept through your body, goosebumps forming along your body as the fall temperatures filled the room. You felt Bucky place the bed comforter onto your body, before standing once again. 

You had no idea what he was doing. You thought that maybe he was just going back to the table and occupy himself, but instead you felt the bed beside you dip from the weight of him. You felt your hands being pulled in front of you, causing you to open your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” you tugged your arms, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. He wrapped his flesh hand around your wrists as he placed one of your shoelaces around them and tied them into a knot. You winced, staring up at him in shock. 

“I’m making sure you don’t leave,” he said nonchalantly, his face void of all emotion. “I’m not finished with you yet.” 

You let out an angry sigh and yanked your wrists away with as much force as you could muster. “Well, I’m finished with your bullshit!” you spat. His eyes widened at your sudden courage. 

“I’ve been kidnapped, shot at, beaten and held captive against my will by you! The least you could do is treat me with some kind of decency! Why are you such a prick?” you couldn’t stop the string of insults that poured from your mouth no matter how hard you tried. You knew you messed up as soon as you saw his eye twitch. 

For some reason, he didn’t move. Or speak.

 He only stared at you, his eyes wide. 

1940

“Why are you such a prick?” 

You picked up the nearest object closest to you and launched it at your boyfriend’s head. The small container of blush landed right in his face, shattering all over his suit. You turned around in search of something else to throw, but you felt yourself being spun around forcefully. 

“Y/N, I swear on my life, I wasn’t flirting with that girl!” Bucky exclaimed. He tried to touch your cheek, but you moved away quickly. 

“Really?” you spat, your eyes narrowed. “Then why was she all over you? Why didn’t you stop her?” 

You and he had just come back from your first date, which consisted of the two of you driving out of town to another city and going to a drive-in. You knew there would be some friction because of your skin color, but when you pulled into the driveway, people started staring shamelessly. No matter how much you begged Bucky, he refused to leave. 

And to make matters worse, when he left the car to get snacks, he was immediately stopped by some brunette who was shamelessly hanging on his arm. Instead of turning her down, you watched as he laughed at all her little jokes and even gave her a hug. 

You were pissed. 

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, his tone becoming significantly softer. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him. He hated when you shut him out, especially since you two were together now. 

Bucky let out a small laugh, walking towards you with a dorky grin. You scoffed, eyeing him out the corner of your eye. Was he serious? Did he really think that little of your relationship?

“What is so funny?” you asked, glaring at him. 

Bucky bit back the grin that threatened to form on his face as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders. He bent down so that he was eye level with you and looked deep into your eyes. 

“Sugar,” he chuckled. “That girl was my sister, Rebecca.” 

Immediately, you felt so embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and let out a groan. You tended to overreact at times, your mother always told you it would be the death of you. She was right. 

Bucky let out another laugh at your flushed face and pulled you into a hug. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you close. 

“I’m so sorry!” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Don’t be, doll,” he replied, pulling away from you. He peered down at your smaller self and smiled down at you. He pried your hands away from your face, revealing you. 

“If it makes you feel any better,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Rebecca really, really wants to meet you.” 

“Are you alright?” you asked, waving your hand in front of Bucky’s face. 

He inhaled sharply, blinking away the memory that burned into his brain. He was right, he knew you. Just like he knew Steve. But the real question was, how on earth did you get here? 

Were you frozen as well? That was highly unlikely, as he would’ve known about it at one point. It was highly illogical, but maybe -just maybe- you were immortal. But that didn’t explain your memory loss. How were you not remembering as well. 

“Bucky?” you found yourself saying. His eyes snapped back to you at the sound of his name leaving your lips for the first time. You looked the same, from the frown on your face, to the length of your hair. How was this possible? 

“You’re really starting to worry me-”

“Jane,” Bucky spoke, his voice full of emotion. You cocked your head to the side.

Your name was Jane and you loved to wear red lipstick.” 

Alexander Pierce knew many things in this world. 

He knew that President Kennedy would’ve shaped the century if he had lived, he would’ve created a revolution for mutants. He knew that aliens did exist, also that there was life among other galaxies. He knew every dirty little secret the United States had swept under the rug, far away from the public’s knowledge. 

But one thing he didn’t know, was how on earth Y/N Y/L/N was not only alive, but the same exact age as 1942. To his knowledge, you weren’t put in a cryo chamber, or even accidentally frozen with Rogers. You died of lung cancer, for fuck’s sake. How the hell did you manage to leapfrog through time as well as Rogers and Barnes? 

Looking back on your medical history, you had nothing out of the ordinary. You were anemic, allergic to strawberries, and suffered from mild headaches sometimes, but that was it. Hell, you hadn’t been to the doctor in a few years, that’s how good your health was. So what gives? 

That’s when he started flipping through your family history. Your family wasn’t anything special, archives went all the way to the late 1800′s before they stopped. Pierce rubbed his temples as he stared down at the many papers scattered before him. 

The mission he gave Barnes was simple, but now that he went rogue and completely went MIA, he wasn’t so sure if his decisions were adequate. If he succeeded, you would be with child in no time. 

In the past Hydra had failed to create another Winter Soldier with lab work. The serum only worked in every one in a million chance, which was far too risky for him. Instead, he figured, maybe Hydra wouldn’t have to create another soldier. Barnes could. 

Not just any woman could be chosen. It had to be you. It was odd that you had popped up just in time, but your DNA was somewhat abnormal than others. Pierce was absolutely sure of it, but you had no idea as of now. 

You were a mutant. 

You could reincarnate yourself at will. 

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Svt reacting to their gf sneaking into their bed to cuddle when they can't sleep

requested by anon: “Hello~~ Can you do a reaction when it’s really late, their crush can’t sleep, so she sneak in their bed and cuddle with them please? Thanks!😊❤”

Seungcheol- He’d be hella surprised but probably sit up and give you a hug and then go in search for some warm milk or something else to help you sleep before pulling you to his side and going back to bed with his hand in yours and a light kiss on the forehead.

“If you ever can’t sleep again, you can just tell me.”

Originally posted by imbangnzelo

Jeonghan- Doesn’t even flinch or wake up, the nap master just reaches out for you and pulls you closer holding you in his arms without even opening his eyes or waking up. You can try to struggle, but Jeonghan has you wrapped tightly in his arms, no escaping now.

“Next time, let’s do this in your bed, it’s comfier." 

Originally posted by cutiepatoodieart

Joshua- Joshua would be surprised and ask you if anything was wrong and once you told him you couldn’t sleep, he’d just give you a gentle laugh and hold you to his chest with his chin resting on the top of your head waiting for you to fall asleep.

"I’m probably not going to let go all night, hope that’s ok with you.”

Originally posted by jisooosgf

Junhui- Jun would be surprised too, but he’d turn to face you and prop himself up on one elbow to watch you. He’d give you all the cuddles you want and play with your hair and kiss your nose before settling back in bed and throwing the blanket over the both of you.

“You know, this isn’t so bad sharing the blanket… We should do it more.”

Originally posted by theoneandonlylioness

Soonyoung- He’d be giggling in his sleep like crazy until he woke up and saw that it was you. Then he’d tickle you and make you laugh and then suggest y'all build a pillow fort around the bed to keep out the monsters and bed bugs and you’d both be so tired, you both fall asleep on top of each other.

“Don’t worry, pretty sure monsters are scared of cuddles.”

Originally posted by minghaon

Wonwoo- He’d probably be worried that you couldn’t sleep and ask you if you’d want to just stay and cuddle. Then he’d read or tell you a story that he recently found and hold you with one arm wrapped around you and your head on his chest staring up at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

“‘The field seemed to stand still waiting for the return of the night and when the sun set, beauty awaited him in his dreams.’”

Originally posted by imaginetheseidiots

Jihoon- Probably the one that can’t sleep and is up doing something or just staring at the ceiling by the time he realizes you can’t sleep too. He’d laugh and lightly tease you but hold you comfortably in his arms and pat your head telling you to go to sleep and assuring you that he won’t go anywhere.

“It’s bad enough that I can’t get enough sleep, you should rest more.”

Originally posted by kihyyn

Seokmin- Might scream, the frightened sunshine until he saw it was you, then he’d be so relieved he’d hold you tight and not even care how late it was and insist you stay while he snuggled up to you while smiling like crazy and continually asking himself if you were just a really good dream.

“I must be dreaming, it’s too good for it to be real.”

Originally posted by leeseok-mine

Mingyu- Mingyu wouldn’t be too surprised to see you but he’d sure be a really happy puppy to know that you just wanted to cuddle because you couldn’t sleep. Probably wouldn’t be able to sleep either with the excitement of being able to hold you in his arms and happily pulls you closer to him.

“Don’t go, let’s just try to sleep tonight.”

Originally posted by indigyu

Minghao- He’d find you too cute to resist and would immediately scoot over until he was almost on the edge of the bed to make room for you and turn to face you snaking his arms around your waist to give you a hug and brush your hair back so he could kiss your nose and tell you to sleep.

“You’re cute and cute things need their sleep, so quickly now. Sleep.”

Originally posted by dinfluenza

Seungkwan- He’d be so, so happy that you were there, too much excitement for sleep, he’d pull you up and maybe jump around on the bed for a little and give you lots of cuddles while giggling, maybe even a pillow fight before he realizes how late it is.

“YAH, y/n! Next time you can’t sleep, come over earlier, but we should really sleep now, come here, I’ll hold on to you.”

Originally posted by kyungminie

Hansol- He’s too cute, he’d pretend to be sleeping and every once in a while he’ll take a peek at you by opening one eye and shutting it immediately if you catch him giggling and staring at you. He’ll just continue pretending to sleep and yawn while stretching his arms out to pull you closer.

“Well, since you’re here, you might as well just stay in my arms so I can fall back asleep.”

Originally posted by mc-gyu

Chan- He’d be pretty flustered to see you so late at night but he’d break into a huge groggy smile and hold his arms open for you to sidle into. He’s a tired bb, probably would try to say something to you but end up falling back asleep with you next to him and a smile still on his face.

“Mmmm, it’s late just sleep and we can talk tomorrow.”

Originally posted by tekukii

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~ admin jess

You need to understand this. The sound of her voice alone was enough to send me flying off the edge. I had spent years of my life wondering whether love was anything like the movies; consuming, restless, boundary-less. It is. And it doesn’t happen forcefully or when it’s expected. It happens in a single, in-between moment. Like when you’re pouring milk into your coffee at the counter of your favourite shop, or when you’re busy doing something else. Anything other than searching, really. And in this single, in-between moment, you encounter her, or him, or whomever, and it feels as though your atoms are colliding at 100 miles per hour. And deep down somewhere, you feel a kind of certainty that you must’ve known each other in a different realm. And your insides go silent. Your heart stays so still you become afraid it has stopped beating altogether, and for once, the voices within your head stop dead in their tracks. It exists. And maybe it happens once and never again, but it happens. And when it does, even though your entirety is telling you to run as fast as you can, straight toward the hills, stay. Stay and feel every inch of it. Every up and down, every whirlwind of emotion it evokes out of you. Because romantic love isn’t everything, but it is definitely something. There are 7 billion people leaving footprints on this earth and you, by chance, have stumbled upon one who is capable of sending chills down your spine simply by the touch of their hand. And if that isn’t magical, then I’m not sure what is.
Bridges that Taylor Swift actually created

hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you 

i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…

and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah

and for the first time, what’s past is past..

this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…

call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…

and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…

this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…

you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…

two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…

we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…

distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…

but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…

my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..

time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…

and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…

will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..

remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…

you were all i wanted, but not like this….

you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..

remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….

your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…

now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…

i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…

Power Cut V

Originally posted by kookiegyeom

Pairing : Yoongi x Reader
Genre : Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid!au

Summary : Yoongi is the cat hybrid you once adopted at an adoption center. You took care of him as best as you could months following his adoption but he still has not erased the distance he voluntarily puts between you.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4


The following days were tenser than you ever witnessed in Yoongi’s company. You would not forget that night when you got home from Jisoo’s place. You would not forget your hybrid’s weird behavior as you had found yourself against the wall, him pressed against you, a cold smirk plastered on his lips with your heart pounding against your chest. How would you forget how enthralled you were by his piercing glance? You would not forget the sweet smell of his body wash and how he eagerly nipped at the skin of your neck.

“Damn…”

You smashed one fork against the sink, your thoughts racing through your mind, your lips quivering slightly. Throat constricting, you cursed under your breath, remembering how much your body wanted to be tamed by your own hybrid. However, reason took over desire. Reason noticed Yoongi’s weird behavior even if you deep down always dreamed of becoming his. He had sounded so angry, so possessive this night as if he wanted to tame you right there. It felt negative although one side of you secretly rooted for it, for him to take you while being on heat.

Fuck it. Why it had to be like this?

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Harry Styles Reflects on Life After One Direction & More at Grammy Museum in L.A.

Four months after releasing his eponymous debut and hitting No. 1 on the Billboard 200, One Direction alumnus Harry Styles revisited the album with executive producer Jeff Bhasker during an hour-long chat moderated by famed journalist and film director Cameron Crowe at the Grammy Museum in Los Angeles on Friday night (Sept. 15).

During the conversation, the 23-year-old, who kicks off his world tour in San Francisco on Sept. 19, shared sharp and astute reflections on his artistic process, spanning everything from isolating himself in a studio in Jamaica to developing ideas to moving on from being in a band and how entering this chapter of his career allowed for new beginnings.

The chat began with Styles recalling how the record began: without any outside influence, and with nothing but fond memories of his time with 1D.

“We started the record without a label, so the start of the process didn’t feel like I was making any sort of commitment and I didn’t feel any pressure, [like] ‘You have to make this,’ or anyone have an influence on what they thought I should be making,” said Styles, clad in a black tee, black skinny jeans and a golf cap. “It was just a group of us writing stuff to have fun and writing some songs and seeing what came out with the thought that I would actually play them myself. I think that’s a large part of the record is that it started that way. It didn’t start from, what do they want? I think if you’re lucky, I didn’t go into making the album or leave the band coming out of it feeling suppressed or feeling like I never got to write what I wanted to write. I loved being in the band so much and got to learn so much, and with this, I felt like I could just have a good time working out what it would sound like if I made an album.”

When Bhasker, who has credits on projects from Beyonce and Rihanna to fun. and Mark Ronson, was first approached to work with Styles, he cancelled not one but two meetings with the pop star – something Styles was quick to remind him – but inevitably came around.

“I was in a place where I knew he was a very high profile person and artist and I was kind of searching for something else than doing that,” Bhasker explained. “When you come full circle, and I think the kind of music that we made, it’s so ironic that that first impulse I thought it would be, I think the album reflects it.” “To be honest, I didn’t know any of that,” quipped Styles to laughter. “I’m sort of sad! I mean it’s Hollywood, everyone cancels.”

Crowe served as a pensive moderator, drawing from anecdotes he learned from writing the Rolling Stone cover story on Styles in April 2017. “Are the best songs the most personal songs in general?” he asked. “I think my favorite songs,” responded Styles, “but my favorite way to listen to music is on my own, with my eyes closed for example, or not. If I’m driving, or operating machinery, I usually keep them open. But my favorite song on the album, the last song, ‘From the Dining Room,’ is the most personal to me and I think my favorite one. But I don’t think they have to be. I think it’s just as important to have songs that are fun and make you feel great, and I think that’s just as important as everything being moody and deep and meaningful.”

Bhasker recounted how he initially sat with Styles on his balcony, listening to reference tracks thinking they were Styles demos but were actually White Stripes songs. Bhasker initially had mentee producers hit the studio with Styles, but got more involved when the singer, wanting to unplug from distractions (including Instagram and Twitter, which Styles now rarely uses), took a recommendation from a friend to go to Jamaica to work in a singular recording space.

“I felt I was going into the studio to make an album I wanted to make,” said Styles. “I didn’t feel like, what do I need to make as Harry from that band for it to be good? I missed music. I just wanted to go on and write with my friends and have a good time and hopefully like what came out at the end.”

In the end, Harry Styles became a renowned success, spawning the single “Sign of the Times” that peaked at No. 4 on the Hot 100, amid a year where his theatrical debut in Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk also marked his first time at the top of the box office. The chat concluded with Styles taking a few questions from the fans, explaining that his signature rings that he wears are from various people including grandparents and for his goddaughter and even taking a kazoo from one fan who suggested he play any song of his choosing (he picked one from Shania Twain).

It wouldn’t be a night without some music, and Styles strapped on a six-string to play a stripped-down version of “Two Ghosts” alongside Bhasker on keys and guitarist Mitch Rowland. Some words from earlier rang true as he thanked the audience: “It made it so we were in Jamaica, we’re in the studio every day, we just didn’t think about anything else. It was about these five guys in a room, we’re in Jamaica, let’s make some music that we want to sit in Jamaica and listen to, and that was it. I found it so difficult to explain music and making it and so much of the details, and we just wanted to write what we wanted to listen to and what we loved. And we finished with an album that we’re so happy with.”

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Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I want to ask advice.I'm learning fine art at a university, and try to do my best, but every day I feel like the fandom groups/facebook etc. slowly but surely kill my passion for 3 years. Ignorance, humiliation, disregard. I'm at my wit's end. I dont know what should I do, I want to keep drawing, but I feel like its pointless, and no matter how hard I try my artwork is useless. I feel like I'm making a mistake by believing, I can work as an artist, and I should search for something else.

This message kind of makes me very sad. 

There’s one thing I can advice. Quit the groups and fandom circles that make you burn out so much. There is no way every single fan in a fandom you love is ignorant, or humiliating, or disregarding. Find YOUR people who will support you and re-charge your passion. 

I feel like it’s in a way how I feel about tumblr recently. I see so many posts on my dashboard that either make me super bitter or annoyed…I kind of feel like a sea of salt after I spent too much on tumblr, but whenever I’m out of it I’m back to the ray of sunshine. I guess there are blogs and posts I feel no longer connected to. And it’s normal.

SO. Try finding someone you connect to. Having a one loyal friend in a fandom you can always talk to is much better than seeing the art (even if it’s great art) from a person you don’t understand. 

There is absolutely no way that your artwork is USELESS. I generally feel that the main point of art should be bringing YOU joy. If you draw there should be something you love about it. I guess it shouldn’t really rely on recognition only. 

Also, I might sound like Katara, but hey, faith pays off. If you truly believe in something it’s going to get you there eventually. 

anonymous asked:

dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!

Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or heart and that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!

an act of faith against the night by @elianefics- M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns, not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night, albeit searching for something else.  “Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?” [Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)

  • The war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over, or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters, and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.

another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

  • It’s been over a year since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis, the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings - M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain

  • There’s often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11, to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.

Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

  • Harry is unbelievably charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail. But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first, understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.

Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee - NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink, silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)

  • listen this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category). and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.

Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

  • I was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.

like a boomerang by @youwilll- M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.

  • This fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click, and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much.  And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.

Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings- M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the love of your life and let them walk away again.

  • This fic is basically everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything, check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people  do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.

a prayer for which no words exist by @elianefics - M, 65k - “Louis is a few seconds away from blowing up a rather important section of the New York subway when he sees Harry for the first time.” (part one of the landscapes of war series)

  • War!AU in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’ relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to have gone on this journey.

Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career,  it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed  relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

  • This was the fic that tipped me right over the precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the big triumphant moments and the little ones.

things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

  • I’m not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us. Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?

These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

  • this is one of the top ten most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

  • There’s this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests, they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied, panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole damn bed?

whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics- PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself, that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for all this time.]

  • heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side. There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice before you do. This is worth it.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

  • absolutely beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little). Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological motivations,  theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights, loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)

Meet V, part-time photographer and one of the most mysterious members of the group. Since his powers are pretty self-explanatory, I’ll just give a more in-depth and personalized explanation of how his powers work.

As a clairvoyant, V is able to see without his eyes. Heck, he can see even further than regular people who have their eyes working properly. He uses this to keep careful watch of the city, making sure that everyone’s well and all that, but there’s still something else that he’s always searching for, unbeknownst to the RFA. Something that he dreams of finding and perhaps, when he finds it, save too.

His abilities of Force Field Generation have not been used in quite a while (he locks himself up in his room or leaves the country entirely throughout most of the plot, you won’t see him often), but no doubt he saved the butts of the RFA members countless times over in the past battles. However, note that summoning a forcefield to shield others requires considerably more concentration and energy from him. It’s not a rare sight to see V risk his life mid-battle to protect civilians from stray shrapnel and spells. If he must choose between helping himself or the people around him, he’d choose the latter in a heartbeat.

This was so rushed huhu sorry!! But I like how this turned out, my lovely boy ❤️❤️ Also, the turquoise eye has always been his symbol of clarity of mind and sight, but with recent events, maybe it links to something else too~?