iron knees

Jon Snow

Originally posted by rovlaju

Me  @ hearing the blasted leaks. 

Invisible, Chapter Nine

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~1750

Keep reading

caddy shack

in face melting heat, jean and eren discuss many things of extreme importance while ogling their supervisor levi. ererijean. this is just self indulgent sillies

“You know what I like?” Eren asked.

“Suckin’ dick?” Jean teased, but his heart was only half in it, he was too busy fanning himself on the bench in the caddy shack. The oppressive heat had sap leaching out of the wooden boards giving the place a sickly sweet smell. It was only slightly better inside, in the shade, than out on the course.

“Yes, but also…” Eren struggled upright, which was difficult with Jean draped over him. “Watching Levi drive around in the carts.”

“Mm,” Jean agreed.

The humidity was so overwhelming, Eren’s hair was curling around the brim of his baseball cap, which was unfair Jean thought. And Jean’s eyes looked very honey colored in the bright light thought Eren as he stuck a blade of grass in Jean’s ear only to have him slap it away. Out in the distance, the groan of Levi’s golf cart drew nearer.

“The wind tousling his silken locks.”

“Mhm.”

“The sound of the shocks crying out in pain as he speeds over the hills,” Eren continued wistfully.

“He likes speed that one,” Jean said, putting his hat over his eyes.

“The grinding noise the cart makes because he has no idea how to use the clutch,” Eren said as they heard the telltale sound of their boss swearing at the cart.

“He doesn’t need it, the carts simply obey. All bend to his will. I’ve seen him break a nine iron over his knee.”

“The way he squeals to a halt in front of the caddy shack,” Eren sighed as Levi hit the curb with some vehemence.

“It’s like peals of laughter,” Jean chorused.

“The way he says—“

“What are you little cock gobblers doing?” Levi snapped, kicking the bottom of the bench where they were thrown across.

Keep reading

Anon- 40, 61, 427 with Isaac


You were going through your first full moon. To say that the very least, it was painful. Luckily you had Isaac to help you with the transition. Bones cracking, head pounding, you groaned.

“Just relax, it’ll hurt less if you just sit back and accept it. Don’t fight it.” Isaac said calmly.

Do you really expect me to believe that?” you puffed out as pain flowed from your ears to your toes.

“No, but I was hoping it would help.” He said with a bored tone as he leaned the gruff from under his nails.

“I’m sorry, are you bored? So sorry my pain is an inconvience to you.” You growled.

Suddenly you dropped to your knees, the iron chains holding your arms arms up. You felt nothing but discomfort as your ears shifted towards the dingy, low ceiling. Your nose and face morphed into wolfish features as an echoing howl ripped through you. 

You heaved out uneven breaths, your face wet with tears. “You did it!” Isaac cheered, uncuffing your wrists. As Isaac gently wiped the tears from your cheeks, the pain was gone, just exhaustion taking coming over your body. “Shh. Shh. You did it. It’s over.” He cooed and kissed you. The kiss tasted of tears. “I’m so proud…I’m so proud of you, little wolf.”

Otayuri HC (Stainless Steel)

Yuri and Otabek are making a name for a name for themselves as figure ice skaters. They’re rivals in competitions and friends out of the ice rink, both of them are doing their own competitive career simply great, but the one who’s living what it seems to be his best skating season is Otabek: he gets the best scores of his life and so much inspirations that makes him improve more and more. Yuri laughed at him when Otabek said once, this is almost too perfect. Maybe something bad is gonna happen sooner or later.

“It sounds like a cheap slavic soap operas that my grandpa used to watch: your evil twin with mustaches is gonna steal your gold. Come on!
Be a fucking realist, Beka.”

“You’re right. I’m probably exaggerating.”

“"Probably”“?

Maybe it was just a sad coincidence, but his sensations was just right.
That day, when Otabek was just riding his bike on the road that brings to Medeu, an almost deadly accident changes his life forever.

When he wakes up in the hospital, he realize almost immediately that something was very wrong with him. He ignored the fake cheerful cries of his mother and sister, and just get straight to lift his head: he was right. He was damn right on everything.

Yura, I hate to say it but I was right.

"Äke! Call the nurse, call someone!”
“Don’t look, Zhanym…!”

Life just gives and takes. But if it is so…then, why it didn’t take it all?

He lost his left leg from the knee and his right arm  from the elbow.

Why am I survived?

Otabek was a simple kind of guy. Words like “trauma onset OCD, PTSD” and “psychological rejection of getting synthetic body parts” sounds so stranges to him. If he have to describe how he feel, and how it feels, he can just say “I don’t want to do see anyone or do anything than waiting. Waiting until everything’s done. Maybe if I stop eating it could speed up the process, who knows?”

Or,
“I mean, what’s the whole point? I can’t be the hero of my country anymore.
“I can’t be a friend and a rival for Yura anymore.”
“I can’t ride my bike anymore, feel the wind through my hair.”
“Or bring my way too lazy sister out for a run anymore.”
“Or be myself, not anymore.”

Why?

He was not surprised when a few weeks later, Yuri rushed to his home in Almaty even though he was in the middle od the skating season.
He was his friend, but unlike the friends who quietly respect Otabek’s desire to be in solitude for a while, Yuri was different. Of course he didn’t accept to let him alone in a situation like that. But that go away, just let me die alone from his friend’s closed room door was the drop that spilled the cup.

Kick after kick, Yuri Plisetsky forced that door open, and Otabek Altin will never thank him enough for doing that.

“Get the fuck up, Altin.”

“Of course you can, asshole. You just can’t stand up properly.”

“That’s right. See? Even if I’m not holding you… hey, don’t fall. Got ya.
See? You just need to learn how to. What’s with that "let me die” bullshit? I dare you to say that again to me.“

”… No, I… I don’t know why is this happen to you.“

"No, don’t cry please”

“I- Yes. I’m standing here.”

“That’s fucking right. You will make it. I know you can do it.I’m gonna do my best for you in the skating season. Just- promise that you’re gonna did the same. That you gonna stand up for me. And for you.”

Life gives and life takes. But it left me at least my life, and a friend who’s gonna break all the doors I could use for hiding from all this.

Now I understand why.

“…I guess we have a deal, Plisetsky.”

He and his big mouth.

It was HARD, but as he promised he just sweats his ass out for manage how to balance himself and make his prosthetics leg and arm work more than good.
Of course, Yuri was always at his side. Not like in person, because he promised to Otabek to gave his best, but everytime he have a short week end or few free days from his goddamn hard training schedule, he just fly to Kazakhstan for spend some time together.

In the end of the skating season Yuri gets gold, and Otabek asked to his therapist if he can still ride bikes. Yuri couldn’t help but chuckle at it.

“Seriously? That’s basically the reason why you’re-”

“I can’t help it.”

“If you say so. What did he said?”

“How about some definitely more safe ice-skating?”

“What?”

“That’s what he said.”

“Ah. Well, how do you feel about it?”

“About me skating?”

“Yeah.”

“In Medeu, where everybody can watch me? Hell, no.”

“…If the problem is assholes who could stare at you, how about a place where you can just skate in peace, away from fuckers?”

It wasn’t the first time that Otabek visited Hasetsu. Even if the place gaves him painful memories about the days of the person that he used to be, he didn’t make any protest when Yuri proposed to him to spend his vacations together, with a trip to Japan. They ate Katsudon, dives in the hot springs, laugh on stupid things like Victor’s forehead, like in their latest trips. The only thing missing was the visit to the Ice Castle.

“So, are we doing this?”

“Yeah. ”

“Sure you don’t prefer a ride on a bike? We can rent one.”

“Don’t tempt me, Plisetsky.”

“I was just kidding, idiot.”

His first time again on the ice gives tears to both of them.
Otabek glides slowly on the cold smooth surface, feeling alive again. Of course he falls at a certain point, but Yuri’s arms wrapped around him tightly, so it didn’t hurt that much. He left out a sob at the sensation.

“It hurts so damn good. Yuri, damn. Not you too. Don’t cry.”

“If you just lift that fucking iron knee from my crotch- maybe I stop!”

Two days later, they discovered that the  Nishigori Triplets recorded “the thing” and posted it online. Old habits die hard, I guess, that’s what their parents says to them when they saw the video. You both looks cute!

Yuri was sure that the worst was yet to come since the video became VIRAL since it was the first appearance of Otabek on the ice after almost an year. Contrary to his predictions, Otabek wasn’t that pissed about the video. Actually, it made happen a very interesting thing.

Otabek gets a mail from a kazakh guy named Timur Niyazov.

Timur was a student of biomechanical medicine that he recently lost his brother Bulat for a bone cancer. Bulat wanted to become a figure skater, but because of his illness he gets one leg amputated, but Timur promised to create for him a sperimental prosthetic for make him skating. However, Bulat’s illness started to grew and spread again in all his body, and he died before Timur could finished the prosthetic. He was at the point of gave up to his project, until he saw Otabek’s video at the Ice Castle. Timur noticed that he have a very great balance on the ice, even if he was just wearing a regular skate to the end of his prosthetic leg, and he wondered if Otabek wanted to be part of a project that is not gonna be just an appreciation to Bulat’s memory, but also a great change in the life of many aspiring skaters or people who’s just like Otabek.

Otabek answered yes to him.
But before sending the text, he asked to Yuri to give him a pinch.

“You just pinched my iron elbow?”
“I’m being funny. It’s humor, Altin!”

Since Timur was graduating in S.Petersburg, Otabek moved to Russia.
And honestly, he didn’t have idea that it could be so damn painful.
Timur was a genius. His plan was making an hell of a job with him.
The three of them starts to work VERY hard: Otabek standing the pain of few tests for make his body match perfectly the high-tech supports, Timur that was just sweat his ass out for his creation, and Yuri who was just moral support, like the awesome something that he is.

“Something” because at some point, Otabek couldn’t say what Yuri was for him anymore. He wasn’t obligated to make Otabek to stay at his place for the time he was in Russia, but he did it. He wasn’t suppose to be hold Otabek’s hand anytime the neurologic exam tests was so painful to bring Otabek to tears, but Otabek couldn’t recall an exam where Yuri didn’t hold his hand tight. Suddenly, weeks becomes months in a very short time, and he just realized that their cohabitation had reached  nearly 5 months.

One night after they come back home, he tried to get things moving.

“That girl was just looking at you in that way, Yura.”

Yuri seemed to get caught off guard.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m just saying that you probably didn’t realize that you still don’t noticed obvious things. That girl in the Pub who asked you that ridiculous question… She wanted just to strike up a conversation.”

“…Oh yeah? I barely noticed.”

“You’re 21, ya know.”

“Who cares. By the way, she wasn’t anything special”

“Beauty is not the only virtue.”

“And I said who cares. Can you just drop it?”

“What I wanted to say is- until I stay here in your apartment you will never get the change of bring girls here since you don’t have any privacy. That’s okay with you?”

Yuri replied with a bitter blank look, like he was almost hurt by his words.

He doesn’t know how it turned out to be a bad fight with screaming and insults, most (all) of them was from Yuri. It’s not your fucking business, I don’t need any fucking advice from you, and you can just fucking leave. They doesn’t realized who said that first since both of them get so carried away with their words and feelings that they just end up to screaming to each other almost the same stupid thing.

“It’s not like I don’t want you to leave because I love you or something!”
“It’s not like I want to leave because I love you or something-”

The room turned so quiet that they could hear the soft buzz of the kitchen light.

“…The hell you just said-”

“I’m saying that I’m in love with you.”

“But-”

“Leaving was never my intention. Neither give you bros advices about chicks. I just wanted to make sure about you feelings.”

“You didn’t know that I was aware of you all this time?”

“I wasn’t entirely sure.”

“Now you’re sure. Hey, do me a favor.”

“Yes?”

Yuri suddenly got closer, closing the gap between them, placing his hands softly on Otabek’s chest. For a moment he dropped his head, bewildered. But the moment he raised it up again he looked to Otabek so vulnerable, his expression open, and searching. As if he had as thousand things to say, to question, but in the end he asked just one, feeling almost ridiculous for suddenly using that so low and suggestive tone even with a spreading blush that he felt on his cheeks.

“Tell me what you’re gonna do about that.”

Otabek Altin was a man who like simple things. But it turned out that Yuri Plisetsky, despite his so extra attitude, was just the same as him.

Kisses who becomes more and more enraged and desperate, undressing each other piece by piece like the fires of desire was consuming  not just their fears but also their clothes, making love with forehead pressed together, declaring how much they wanted this and cared for each other from like a lifetime.

They’re that kind of guys.


Timur’s university graduation came up few weeks later.

Part of his graduation thesis was the prosthetics he made for Otabek, and of course it was a great success. It seems that and american team wanted him to work on a massive project, and of course he accepted.
Timur’s has great plans for his future, and so Otabek.

He revails them to Yuri when they was just cuddling in their bed.

“Yura.”

“Mh?”

“Let’s make a promise.”

Otabek explains to him that, when they was together in the competitions, both of them just gave their best because that’s what the life of a skater is. After the accident he couldn’t skate anymore, and it just felt like the possibility of living was denied to him.

Of course, Timur made skating possible again, but the one who gives him a motivation for living again was Yuri. Otabek started living again because of himm and gets to the point that he was again craving for competitions.

Of  course he will never compete against Yuri or other skaters like Yuri, but he can still compete with skaters like him. His new goal now is starting a new sport that could give the chance to skaters like him to compete again.

“You’re just saying to me that you want to…”

“Become the first paralympic ice skater in the world, and manage to get Ice Skating a paralympic discipline. Since I’m still young.”

“You’re really something, Beka.”

“It’s all because of you, Yura. I want you to make you proud of me.”

“I’m already proud of you.”

“Well, maybe more proud of me?”

“Okay, but that was quite impossibile.”

“Well, I’m good with impossibile things.”

“Well, why don’t you try to ask me again how I feel about marriage?



Life just gives and takes, and even if so many years are just passed I still don’t get it how it works, or if things happens for a reason or not.

My husband just says that life sucks, and when it gives you lemons instead of making lemonade you can just threw them in life’s face.

I think that he was right. Feeling sorry for yourself or trying to be cheerful about your desperation is the worst. The best you can do is fighting.

Break the doors where you hide from the shame and the sadness.
Scream and cry, that’s a proof that you’re alive and still breathing.
Accept the help from people who worth to give your trust.

That’s what I did for be here today and opening the first Paralympic season with Ice Skating as a paralympic discipline.

The skates that are attached to my body are stainless.
And that makes the proof that a man can become stainless steel.


Thanks to @victuri-oh-nice for listening to this and be the amazing mutual that she is :3

my 300+ follower appreciation post~

first of all, I’d like to apologize for taking much longer than I had promised for I hit over 300 the same night I made that post about doing an appreciation post orz there were personal issues a lot of them involved in me not posting on time

despite that, I took the time to go through all of my follower pages and tagged each follower till this moment :) which is why it took even longer to post this~ 

tumblr wouldn’t let me properly tag some of you, but i appreciate eacha nd everyone so much! i’m so glad for the jonsa family and how we have continued to love and support each other throughout this despairing season~! 

i’m not too good with words, or much else really but let’s remember our words! 
winter is here~

@beeha17 , @princess-lea-olicity-swift808 , @princessdayne , @sweatysnow , @jaezayn22 , @amymel86 , @jonquilclegane , @jumikarekhung , @mydearestlauren , @redsansa , @mvaleriiiiup , @dragonflysansa , @lovaholic-robotronic , @wouldsmellassweet , 

@shoutohdoroki , @gold-hatted-lovers , @booklover0829 , @ladycommanderofsalt , @rsabrstark , @super-galeazzi , @theuniverseistheonetruebeing , @kissing-the-sun-at-night , @starsforever1990 , @margaerymurder , @pineappleheartkorea , @h-onyxeyes , @namafia , @reemakins , @nuttynat02-blog , @puregalaxies

@arypowow , @tlynn6126 , @fandom-nerd-ld-ven , @alyssamiaxxi , @letjonsnownap , @thesethangshappen , @shoppingtrolleycat , @yourdearladydisdain , @autumnhair , @shezzowicked13 , @oikawa-tooooru , @epicallycosmic , @lovesweetandsubtleposts , @madrigalp , @quietpower127 

@nykaleat3 , @captainwintertony , @caranism , @marianastark , @gaybie-baby , @twiseei , @emegm , @desperateshaginaskip , @hails0owl , @quietlydesperatelives , @pluna81 , @nyanahc , @graceverse , @crawleylove , @guiltypleasuresgr ,  @nowordshelpmemakesense , @dokado , @crazydaisy1999 , @thatlucreziaborgia , @ifyougoforbloodgoforthejugular ,

@misssophie46-blog , @evilsquirrel18 , @iknowplaceswecaneat , @brujhahii , @mary-rose-grace-love , @iquiethuman , @sweetaspastrytrain , @afandommess , @bgddrgkfsg , @hopelessely-rxmantic , @weekend-wayfaring , @favelfarrington , @captainstarghost , @panssj , @gypsycat111

@leya26khalifa , @superfifi15 , @yol101 , @mjc199 , @crunchrocket , @theklynnsmith , @aprilisreckless , @nicolas-morelli , @itsnawia , @annielovebug22 ,  @snehathings , @jamkam123 , @saracollinskay , @sabrinahines30 , @achapterbreak , @rayyvenous , @elodin-the-namer , @yonosenadadelmundo-blog , @gingerlou0120 , @knnkng 

@patrek-cerwyn , @tayl0crow , @cenareignsambrose , @ishouldbestudyingrightnow26 , @warcraftofworld , @snowbby19 , @evabreath , @acrylicbooks , @englishrroses , @lopeeeeezzz , @albinoflamingoes , @foregoneache-blog , @nutellaninja0001 , @here-4-kylo-ren , @elmo08115-blog , @thealykat , @empresstocomplete 

@themagnificentcat , @wolfmaiden25 , @bisney , @siriuslytalking , @prongs5 , @liluranimue , @queenofsnowheart , @poliearbear , @ritzintherabbithole , @mysticalcheesecakefury , @flashbang728 , @commanderstark , @abi117 , @peachesmyhart , @jamesbarnes9 , @ongeduldig , @lesslie1518

@nhz98 , @world-of-westeros , @foxie-ladyy , @yemmy1758 , @artform1 , @nahmesis , @faith-ken-doll , @asongforjonsa , @moonwner , @somethingofpeace , @oncealittlebird-nowashewolf , @jeidjdufjjf , @hippocratology , @livnicole971 , @theprincesthatwerepromised , @danzcoach24 

@sheldonwillneverruleitoutnow , @lackadais-ical , @xmoonbeamsx , @deansdarling1283 , @poisonousmind , @cocoliso13 , @crazyharleenquinzel , @infinitegraces , @stormforasoul , @lovegameofdead , @savelveteen , @the-bohemian-demon , @justarandomnerd01637 , @blaugrana-almighty , 

@hopeyourehappynow , @speedilydelicateballoon , @casa-de-awesome , @drowning-in-you-summers , @theknightwolf82 , @timidmunster , @thatshowwestroll , @mollyraesly , @sadiemaeg , @northremembcrs , @adiiguner, @starkiller9993 , @pangeasexual , @aneternalfangirl , @xiaosaobi99 

@sarjear , @seeyouonthegayside , @those-crazy-chicks , @wasm-alajmi , @itstime2cry , @masarudovic04 , @thelushtoaster , @willowmidnightr3d , @marinaandtheunicorns , @trippybassist , @dashabast , @ehhhhrin , @relavnt , @eve0737 , @rosegold-darling , @purplefloofs , @kiliandkillian , @myrish-lace-love 

@nessa1393 , @serbert4 , @domnaranjo15 , @maddiekinoshi , @stage-of-fools , @robynismydiamond , @sometimesigetgiddy , @natthedwobbit , @hanna-vincent , @i-read-alot-of-books , @prettyshardsofglass , @lcdyofwinterfell , @allthingsnerdyfan , @leprakans , @hatake-shishou , 

@katthemusical , @affirmationm , @makeaplanetsetagoalwor , @fabledfangirl , @danibwills , @tayanassayag , @lmuckiaeen , @no–te–necesito , @jshloon , @suveniii , @little-big-bang , @asph99 , @hanatalesofthenewage , @silvio256512 , @random-histories , @itscupcake , @andtheyllnevereverevercatchme 

@complex-clockwork , @lemoncakez , @trinuviel , @medurith , @swansansa , @glimpseofmidnight , @lorecraft33 , @direwolflemoncakes , @eva-freesoul , @genxarry , @darkflame9098 , @jh0i-mari3 , @lonelysoul6996 , @stonesnows , @quillinkandmuse , @scarlet00rose , @nyssanobody , @sophmounty 

@feyre-nightcourt , @riticho , @sophietvrners , @aryawolfchildstark , @almiraislamey , @sansa-for-jon , @dracossoul , @shafran7 , @pittsburghgirl15 , @blloom1234 , @lena02342 , @ranyaf25 , @mellowpeanutstudentworld , @queenbolyen , @likelyfoe , @5sostag

@darknesscanbefoundwithinoursoul , @signalfire915 , @flashingarrows81 , @aknowsnothing , @hyacinth-girl , @thewolvesmouth , @kategisel , @thisshitisfuckingfunny , @lunaticonthegrassblr , @cheapp-thrillls , @blood-of-winterfell , @becarefulwiththatonelove , @winterosas , @dendronhils 

@ravenpoems , @charlotte-wressell , @peacestark , @sicilianlemon , @duchess-sophie , @aubraye , @sasotu21 , @teammcarter , @mochaelfatbender , @briannaheatherrae , @jilfar-blog , @ranmanwen , @spnwolves , @bianca-spirit , @ada1705 , @kimfarewell , @cryingb0ys 

@lttdv , @forsansabaelish , @itsbrittfutch , @maidenxofmischief , @nerdfighterextraordinaire , @rockthegon , @darthdregden , @mjorn777 , @gina86440 , @zairabia , @fiphigenie , @luxuriasdance , @gallavantinggallavich , @lau-less , @floravan , @dreadlavellan , @borderlinemangle 

@youngrapunkzel , @blogging-silently , @imnotapologizingforwhoiam , @leestafford912 , @lieselstark , @lyarasnow , @iron-knees , @vanityfaire000 , @batofthecanals , @mochasmati , @snyderblondie-blog , @misgraffed-giraffes , @ibelieveinthegoodthingscoming , @northstarbirdlady , @pbandjimothy , @iheartsheamus23 


@achelaebalu , @ktextreme1 , @denizgzkra , @gabriel-ahs , @jon-sncw , @mshorsenc713 , @stormycalm360 , @ accdntprne16  , @mikotas , @born-into-the-fandom , @goodforzaylena , @greatengineerdinosaur-aac6eb62 , @omg-cathvelasquez 

2

Finnish mythology series: Ilmatar

In the Finnish national epic Kalevala, Ilmatar [‘ilma’; Finnish word for 'air’] was a virgin spirit of the air:

At first there were only primal waters and Sky, who also had a daughter named Ilmatar. One day, seeking a resting place, Ilmatar descended to the waters. There she floated for 700 years until she noticed a beautiful bird searching for a place to lay her eggs. Ilmatar raised her knee for the bird. The bird then laid her eggs, six made of gold and one made of iron, on her knee. As the bird hatched the eggs, Ilmatar’s knee got burned by the heat and she jerked her leg. The eggs fell and shattered in the water. Land was formed from the lower part of one of the eggshells while sky formed from the top. The egg whites turned into the moon and stars, and the yolk became the sun.
     Ilmatar spent another few hundred years floating around the waters, admiring the results of these broken eggs until she could not resist the urge to continue the creation. Her footprints became pools and simply by pointing her finger she created contours of the land. She made all that is. One day she gave birth to Väinämöinen, the first man, whose father was the sea.”

Say Yes

(Or read on ao3.)

Connor shook his head and sunk further into Evan’s couch. “Try on a fit and flare not a ballgown idiot!” He yelled at the screen just as Evan walked back in the room.

“What are we watching?” He asked, sliding in beside him with a bag of popcorn. Evan was freer with touches now. They’d been together for a couple of months, though to be honest Connor had had a giant crush on Evan Hansen for years, before they’d even spoken to each other. Connor put his arm around Evan and Evan leaned his head on his chest in a gesture of comfort that made Connor grin.

“Say Yes to the Dress,” he grumbled. “It’s a marathon.” It was nearly 2 o'clock and he was still in his pajamas: plaid pants that were two short on him and one of Evan’s t - shirts, which was also too small (but it was Evan’s so he didn’t mind.) He loved these weekends at Evan’s: pancakes and movies and arms wrapped around him when they fell asleep. “I watch a lot of this dumb show for someone with no intention of getting married,” he smirked.

Beside him Evan stiffened. Dammit Murphy what did you do?

“You don’t want to get married? L-like, ever?” Evan sat up. Behind him a bride was gushing about her beach wedding.

“I, uh…my parents aren’t exactly the model married couple. And then when I figured out I was gay I didn’t really think it was much of an option. But now I think it’s just about principle. I think you can have a solid, loving relationship without getting married.”

“Oh,” Evan said. It sounded small.

Keep reading

zoujourn  asked:

Kuro fluffy headcanons with an s/o who is unfazed about his intimidating and delinquent image. Thank you! I love your blog, it's amazing.

aah thank you so much !!! it’s nice to see some Kuro love, I’m glad he also has his fans ♥ - mod mademoiselle


  • He’s very worried you might not like his delinquent image, even as you told him hundreds of time you really don’t care about it
  • He tried changing styles completely without warning you, and you were puzzled when he came home one day wearing cutesy clothes. He quickly changed back though.
  • When you’re going out together, he’s unconsciously scaring people away with his usual frown. You secretly like it : at least, you never have to queue for too long !
  • Waitresses always get really flustered when they bring him a latte with a rabbit drawn on the foam or sweets. They think they got confused with another order, until you both assure them that yes, Kuro did order the rabbit latte and the strawberry jam roll.
  • People sometimes stare when you’re out on a date, like this one time you were ice skating together. Well, you were holding his hands, but still ! No one should judge people based on their looks !
  • You caught him trying exercises to loosen his face muscles one day, and he claimed he wanted to learn to look less scary. He won’t listen when you insist you don’t mind and he shouldn’t either.
  • He’s currently trying to sew a plushie of your favorite animal for your birthday. It’s his first time sewing something that isn’t clothes, so it’s not going very well, but he’s still confident in his abilities.
  • Kuro doesn’t like you coming to karate events he’s participating in, worried you might not like it. He still doesn’t get you want to cheer on him, even when it’s been a while you’ve been dating…
  • He’ll try to protect you from people who may threaten to hurt you. Someone tried to steal your bag while you were out with him ? Oh boy, they’re not ready to face him. He did send Koga flying off a stage with a well-placed blow once, and you don’t doubt he’s down to do something like that again.
  • His favorite date spots are anywhere you can pet animals. The zoo ? Check. Neko cafés ? Check. Oh but don’t bring him to a pet shop, unless you’re ready for him to bring one of them home. He just can’t resist their big bright eyes…
  • Sometimes he feels a bit down when people get scared of him in the street, so you’ve become a professional at cheering him up. You know exactly how you should hug him for him to forget it all !
  • He’s considering wearing matching clothes with you. He’s looking into some outfits he thinks you’d like, and is trying to get your measurements secretly so that he can order them online as a surprise.
  • Can’t help but worry about you. He’ll check if you ate enough, if you didn’t sleep too late, if you’re not smoking or drinking, if you feel fine… Seriously, how could anyone be afraid of him ? He’s an actual mama bear.
  • He always blushes a bit when you have to share an umbrella with him. You still don’t know if it’s the proximity or if it’s because your umbrella is the cutesy type and it doesn’t suit him.
  • He’s still trying to get over the embarrassment to take your hand in his when you’re at the cinema together. Other people often get the wrong idea and think he’s harassing you because he’s looking at you so intently…
  • He prefers having home dates rather than going out. There’s nothing he likes more than having hot cocoa on a rainy day while watching your favorite movie !
  • He’ll cook your favorite dishes with you. Leave the handling of knives to him : he’s an expert.
  • Literally carries Hello Kitty band-aids with him, just in case you might hurt your hand or scrape your knee. Ironically, he ends up getting hurt and you get to put a lovely pink band-aid on the wound.
Fun at the Park

Summary: I saw the prompt a while ago but it was a vague quick prompt that said something along the lines of “Write a story where someone ties a child’s shoe for them.”

Characters: Bucky x Reader (female), Grace (Reader’s daughter), Tony, FRIDAY, and mentions of Steve and the team

Word Count: ~1556

Warnings: Slight danger to Reader and Child, mostly Fluff

A/N: I dunno what this is but I like it enough to post it lol. I still have writer’s block bluh.

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by natpekis

“Mommy.”

Your daughter tugged at your pant leg as you checked your hair in the mirror by the front door. You glanced down and smiled at her… interesting choice of outfit. She was wearing a purple t-shirt with the word SMASH written across the front in bright green glitter, along with bright pink jean shorts and knee-high Iron Man socks that you knew she “borrowed” from the kid next door. She had managed to tie back her hair in a low, slightly lopsided ponytail with her favorite red, white, and blue Captain America bow.

It clearly wasn’t an outfit that was supposed to go together but you weren’t going to chide her, though. She was 3 and honestly it was a feat in and of itself that she managed to put it all on correctly.

Keep reading

A lot longer than I anticipated, but what can I say? I had a hell of a time writing it. And don’t tell my boss but I took my bluetooth keyboard into work and spent my free time editing this on my phone. Shh… So anyway, this fic was requested by @curiositykilledthecompanion. Enjoy, my darlings!

It’s kind of a basic plot, but can you write a Tony x Reader one where he and the reader are flirting during a mission, and she gets hit, and he thinks somethings wrong, but she doesn’t say anything about it until they get back to the tower? Like, she hides it from him and he gets mad because she could’ve died?

“Spring”

Battles were not renowned for the feelings they invoked. Yet this could not really be considered a battle. The fight was too easy. How could anyone expect to stand up against The Avengers?

“Call it in,” said Steve, who was leading the team. All the team members sounded off – Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, even the Hulk gave a resounding cry (not that anyone had thought he was in any way missing or injured).

Keep reading

Story time!

Once there was a man named Brad who got arthritis in his knee and unfortunately could not move it. The doctors decided to replace it with an iron joint so that he could move his knee again. The doctors warned Brad not to get his new knee wet until the skin grows over the screw that was still sticking out. Brad refused to listen and the screw rusted making him once again unable to move his knee.

Frustrated, Brad threw his arms up and exclaimed, “oh the iron knee!”

antisocial-author  asked:

Any sibling relationship headcanons with Maka and Black Star?

YO OK SO

-when they were little, they’d have campouts in maka’s backyard complete with a tent and everything

-they’re an unstoppable force on april fools day when they decide to team up. DWMA beware.

-one time, the whole gang tried to pull an all nighter together and most everyone passed out early on only to wake up at 7 am and see maka and blackstar arm wrestling. theyre half asleep. no one is winning.

-one time in like the fourth grade maka got into blackstar’s supply of hairgel and in a fit of curiosity, used half the tube to make her pigtails stick straight out like deadly spikes.

-blackstar has at least 40+ nicknames for maka, all with backstories behind them. his favorite nickname for her is IRON KNEE

-if someone picks on one of them u bet anything the other one is gonna rush in and pummel the bully

-maka, blackstar, and patti all had the idea to tape a knife to a roomba. maka was suggesting less harmful things to tape to it like a broom or something, but the general consensus was eventually knife

“I keep remembering the Stark words. Winter has come, Father. For me. For me. Robb must fight the Greyjoys now as well as the Lannisters, and for what? For a gold hat and an iron chair? Surely the land has bled enough. I want my girls back, I want Robb to lay down his sword and pick some homely daughter of Walder Frey to make him happy and give him sons. I want Bran and Rickon back, I want …” Catelyn hung her head. “I want,” she said once more, and then her words were gone.