is it too soon for another one of these~!

Few words about trainer

Maybe it’s too soon to say or judge but as great and long fan of slovenian ski jumping I feel work for Goran Janus is done. Probably should be some time ago. He’s lost. Boys are lost. No one knows what to do. Signing him for another Olympic season might be the dagger into the heart of Slovenian ski jumping.

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you've done this but I'm feeling angsty so how about one where Mc cheats on rfa+v and Saeran with another rfa member(oh the angst!)...I'm sorry if this is too angsty I just really love your writing style and thanks :)))

I already have this one in my box! I plan on tackling it soon, along with a few other cheating ones, so don’t worry!
I’ve been trying to make some happier ones since I’ve apparently made people cry with my sad ones sjfjgn


I SWEAR I was originally only going to draw “just a couple of pictures” from the ficlet called “It’s A Trap!” that @insanitysbloomings gifted me for Christmas because I loved it so much, but AS USUAL I kind of got carried away.  I should really work on that…. >_>  P.S. Ignore my ugly rooftop drawing in the last panel lololol I didn’t feel like drawing buildings

I’ve been slowly working on this comic, plus a DIFFERENT Marichat comic (not the Valentine’s day one, but another one from a oneshot fic I read a few weeks ago) that hopefully I’ll finish soon (because I got carried away AGAIN).  XD 

I’m also working on drawing my designs for civilian Marinette, Adrien, Alya, and Nino for the Gangster!AU, so hopefully I’ll finish those soon too (halfway done!).  Plus a Ladybug costume redesign for the OlderAdrien!AU, and that YOI screenshot redraw and… AHHHHH, just so many more!!  My WIP folder is bursting with so much unfinished stuff!!!  XD

Thick hair gothic

The pillow is wet when you wake up. Your hair is still drying. It’s always drying. You washed it 3 days ago and need to wash it again soon. It’s still drying.

All the hair balls in your room seemed to have moved into one corner on their own. You don’t know where they’ve come from or how they keep growing. They feed on each other. Soon it’ll be too big for you to escape.

You comb your fingers through your hair only to pull out a clump of hair. You do it again and another clump comes with it. You do this several times with the same result, but the number of hairs on your head is both constant and infinite. 

“At least I’ll be warm in the winter.” You reassure yourself as the sun beats down on your head. Your scalp is melting off, every journey outside is a mistake. The winter will never come.

So now that I’ve had a few minutes to process this new info about Tog6 I’m gonna try and make a list of good things
•it won’t end as soon as we thought it would
•it’s getting another book instead of just a novella
•she could’ve pushed the publishing date to September 2018 instead of May
•we’ll get acowar this year and I have no doubt we’ll never stop thinking about this one too
•maybe by that time the tv show will be almost ready, so even more not ending
•Sarah’s thinking more about her health so we can keep getting amazing books from her
•tog6 will probably be amazing as well, and it’ll be just the conclusion we all wanted (plus maybe it’ll be gigantic)

The one con I can’t stop thinking about:
•NO MORE ROWAN (and rowaelin) FOR A YEAR AND 90 DAYS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Newt Scamander x Reader - Bow You Idiot!

Title: Bow You Idiot!

Pairing: Next Scamander x Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 3146

Warnings: None

I know this probably isn’t what you wanted entirely but I hope it’s alright. I was having a lot of struggles with the plot because why would Newt not like you if you liked magical creatures too? But I did my best. I hope you all enjoy it!

Request - Anon: Newt x reader where the reader gives newt a run for his money with her knowledge of magical creatures. At first they can’t stand each other, but they eventually find themselves falling for one another.

Originally posted by claraoswan

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Sorry for the lack of quite literally anything; I’ve just moved into my first house (yay) and the internet was postponed for a month because of bad line connections.

I’m in love with this dress so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so badly other than oooooh pretty but absolutely everyone who has seen it has said they want one too!

I’ll be having another photoshoot soon, so if anyone had ideas of what I should wear please let me know. Also, don’t be afraid to ask me any questions! I haven’t had many over the last months and I do miss talking with you all :)

Again, sorry for the lack of content. We’ll be back to normal soon enough!

- Jessica Blaise x x

SpockFact #96

Like all people who spend a great deal of time together, the crew of the Enterprise soon saw themselves picking up traits and phrases from one another. While it was indeed odd to see Scotty bounce like Bones or hear Sulu casually insert Russia into conversations, perhaps the most disturbing was witnessing Spock refer to a member of the crew with a very southern “darlin’.”

of course i’d still be upset with mark and steven even if they made johnlock canon in a 4th episode or 5th season. of course i would be. but right now i’m feeling better than i was days ago, and listening to my own belief and logic helps. performative anger for everyone else’s sake would only damage my own mental health, of that i am sure. so i’m sorry if i’m not upset enough right in this moment but 1. i don’t believe the same things i did a few days ago and 2. it would. not. be. healthy. for. me. but 3. that doesn’t mean i’m condemning anyone else’s feelings i’m just unable to interact with them at the moment. remember when ben c played All in z00lander? i was extremely hurt and upset. i was so angry. i felt sick. i was mad at him. then like that same week my dad had a heart attack and almost died. and i couldn’t afford to be upset at one of my few comfort things. so i got over it quickly. but i’m still upset. i will be indefinitely. but it’s just like that sometimes. sometimes you need to budget your emotions. and this is how i do it.

Timing is something that none of us can seem to get quite right with relationships. We meet the person of our dreams the month before they leave to go study abroad. We form an incredibly close friendship with an attractive person who is already taken. One relationship ends because our partner isn’t ready to get serious and another ends because they’re getting serious too soon.

“It would be perfect,” We moan to our friends, “If only this were five years from now/eight years sooner/some indistinct time in the future where all our problems would take care of themselves.” Timing seems to be the invariable third party in all of our relationships. And yet we never stop to consider why we let timing play such a drastic role in our lives.

Timing is a bitch, yes. But it’s only a bitch if we let it be. Here’s a simple truth that I think we all need to face up to: the people we meet at the wrong time are actually just the wrong people.

You never meet the right people at the wrong time because the right people are timeless. The right people make you want to throw away the plans you originally had for one and follow them into the hazy, unknown future without a glance backwards. The right people don’t make you hmm and haw about whether or not you want to be with them; you just know. You know that any adventure you had originally planned out for your future isn’t going to be half as incredible as the adventures you could have by their side. That no matter what you thought you wanted before, this is better. Everything is better since they came along.

When you are with the right person, time falls away. You don’t worry about fitting them into your complicated schedule, because they become a part of that schedule. They become the backbone of it. Your happiness becomes your priority and so long as they are contributing to it, you can work around the rest.

The right people don’t stand in the way of the things you once wanted and make you choose them over them. The right people encourage you: To try harder, dream bigger, do better. They bring out the most incredible parts of yourself and make you want to fight harder than ever before. The right people don’t impose limits on your time or your dreams or your abilities. They want to tackle those mountains with you, and they don’t care how much time it takes. With the right person, you have all of the time in the world.

The truth is, when we pass someone up because the timing is wrong, what we are really saying is that we don’t care to spend our time on that person. There will never be a magical time when everything falls into place and fixes all our broken relationships. But there may someday be a person who makes the issue of timing irrelevant.

Because when someone is right for us, we make the time to let them into our lives. And that kind of timing is always right.

—  Heidi Priebe | The Truth About Meeting Someone At The Wrong Time
All Too Well | Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,848


Min Yoongi knew he was royally fucked as soon as he stepped through the doorframe into the dance studio—a time that seems so long ago, while in reality it’s barely been more than a week since the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable, taking the form of hair he’s run his fingers through, a jacket he’s peeled off, skin he’s nipped at, shoes that led to daily departures, eyes that filled with tears, a heart that he’s broken, words that crushed his own.

It had been 2 years since he had last seen you or heard from you, and yet he responded so intensely to the mere sight of your backside that some people would have thought it had only been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. Or maybe even 2 hours, especially taking into consideration the way his heart lurched, the memories bubbling up so quickly across his consciousness as if they never truly had time to settle below the surface.

Just like the very first time he ever saw you during his street performances, the first time he talked to you to ask you out for coffee, the first date, the first kiss, the first time—they’ve all been moments in his life that made him feel like his heart had been set aflame, knocked him off his guard. Yet, they’ve all been moments in his life that consistently remained special and important to him, times that contradicted his initial belief that his existence would never matter to anyone. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him as if he had created the world and all its beauty within the confines of his own two hands. You made the time he wasn’t an idol, the time he spent longing and daydreaming and yearning for a better future, significant. You made his life mean something.

Until he abandoned you, so desperate to create a name for himself that he thought that belief would be enough to drive you out of his mind and therefore out of his life.

Yoongi has always loved you just as much as he loved his career—if not more.

And now you were back in his life, your physical presence haunting him even as you stood mere inches away from him, telling Bang Si-Hyuk that he didn’t need to worry about any sort of implication or possibility happening between the two of you, that the two of you were no longer under an qualms of being serious, that you had made the best of the life he left you behind with.

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In the previous session, our group had returned home from trading in another city to find that our town had been raided and set on fire. My character’s wife had been murdered, and his children presumably kidnapped (one of our other characters had a child who got kidnapped during battle outside my character’s house). While chatting over text prior to convening for the current session, the DM threatened to kill us all.

Me: “But but I have to avenge my wife! I can’t avenge my wife if I’m dead!”

DM: “Maybe your kids can.”

DM: “…too soon?”

greaser boy - part VI

High school AU - bad boy!Bucky

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Characters: All the avengers, Peggy Carter, Loki

When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This is very late, I am so sorry. I haven’t had time to just sit down and type this part up but here it finally is! A bit short too and I am also sorry but I promise i will be posting part seven soon. Again I hope you enjoy and I also wrote another sad Bucky imagine if you would like to read it. If you want to be tagged just ask

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V 

Originally posted by 80sau

Originally posted by jlstreck

If your name was known by mostly no one on Friday, then it was widely known by Monday. Your name often slipped the tongues of your peers and you felt yourself exposed. Vulnerable. Bucky had his fingers interlaced with yours and he didn’t seem to mind the widened eyes and not-so-discreet comments.

“Are they dating?”

“He’s only been here a month, maybe a little bit more.”

“What’s her name?”

“I have her in my science class. Her name is Y/N.”

“She’s friends with Natasha and Steve.”

“He’s so attractive.”

Your eyes never left the floor as you walked down the crowded hall. All this attention that was suddenly placed on you made you so nervous. You hated it. It didn’t seem right. You asked yourself how Steve Rogers and the rest of his clique was able to go through this every single day.

The mere thought of it made anxiety bubble up inside.

“C'mon, chin up, doll. I can’t see your beautiful face when you’re looking down,” Bucky smirked.

A small smile formed at the corner of your lips. You’ve known Bucky for more than a month yet he still made you so nervous. “Okay well, I’ll see you after class.” You were about to leave to your classroom when he grabbed a hold of your wrist. Bucky pulled you back.

“Where you thinking of leaving, without giving me a kiss? Don’t be like that, doll.”

His voice was dangerous and it send shivers down your spine. He must’ve noticed this because his eyes held even more mischief. Bucky leaned down a planted a kiss on your lips. You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t begin beating a mile a minute. You were still getting used to it and Bucky didn’t make it easy for you to get used to it. Each kiss was like the first and last.

So needy, passionate and loving. All at the same time.

You threw a smile at Bucky as you entered class. Nike sat at the back of a class, her eyes wide and you knew that she witnessed the kiss. Once you sat down in your seat Nike nearly burst in excitement.

“Spill!” She said. “I want every detail.”

You walked towards your room, night had fallen and all you were worried about was trying to get two episodes in before bed. Bucky hadn’t replied to your text, but you didn’t give it much thought, considering the fact that your mind wasn’t concerned about him at the moment.

Your parents were getting ready to go out to a date night, which means you’d be alone for a few hours. You didn’t mind really, it allowed you to binge watch at ease.

With a bucket of popcorn in your hand and a bottle of lemonade in the other, you pushed your bedroom door open and set your food down on the nightstand. The TV was already set up with the episode paused. You were about to snuggle down on the bed when a soft knock hit your window. Curiosity shot through your body but you didn’t give it a second thought.

Instead, you pressed play on the episode and the intro began to play. After a stressful day of school you practically melted when you draped yourself in the soft duvets and fluffy pillows.

The knock on your window continued, this time louder. You groaned knowing that you had to leave your bed.

“What the fuck is that?” You muttered.

You pushed open the curtains and your eyes widened when you saw Bucky smiling up at you. He wore the same leather jacket from earlier that day, except now he wore a gray shirt and some converse. You opened the window.

“Bucky!” You whisper-yelled. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Took ya long enough. I’ve been standing out here for more than five minutes,” He said, completely ignoring your question. “I’m coming up!” He began climbing the tree that was next to your window.

“Are you crazy!” Not only were you in a big t-shirt with nothing but your undergarments and some lame knee socks on but your hair was in a messy bun. You definitely weren’t expecting to see him.

“Y/N! Sweetheart we’re leaving now,” Your mom called.

You squirmed and closed the curtains before gong to meet your parents who were already by the door. You hoped that Bucky had at least the sense to park a block away. With careful steps, you walked down the stairs.

“Okay,” you smiled, trying to mast the nervousness. “Have fun. Love you.”

“Remember, don’t open the door for anyone,” You mom said.

“Yes and do you still have that pocket knife I bought you?” Your dad asked.

You nodded, “Yes Dad, it’s under my pillow, just like you said.”

He nodded approvingly before he opened the door and allowed your Mother to leave first. With their final goodbyes said you closed the door and raced up to your bedroom. You passed through the threshold just in time to see Bucky stumbling in from the open window. He brushed off his jacket and gave you a cheeky grin.

“Hey, doll,” He greeted.

“Bucky! What if my parents saw you sneaking in,” You crossed your arms over your chest, just to feel a bit more at ease.

“They would never, I’m sneaky,” He winked and approached you. His hands grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his body.

Before he could give you any warning, Bucky crushed his lips against yours. You instantly fell under his spell as your hands made their way up to his neck. You weren’t sure if it was because you were tugging at the collar of his jacket or if it was your fingers that were digging into his back, either way you found yourself straddling Bucky’s lap. His hands gripped your waist firmly as if he was holding back.

Your lips only separated when you found yourself needing air. He smiled at you as he breathed heavily. You were at eye level with him and his usual pool blues now seemed to be turquoise. Bucky allowed you to run your hands through his hair, which was surprisingly soft.

“Y/N,” He said. “We can’t. I don’t want it to seem like that’s all I’m here for.”  Your heart softened at his words. “Cause it’s not. I’m here to spend some time with you, doll.”

“Well,” You crawled off Bucky’s lap and pulled the covers over your body. “You’re here now. Do you want to watch this episode with me?”

The next hour or so you and Bucky cuddled on your bed, eating popcorn. He didn’t ask questions about what was going on which you were grateful for because you didn’t want to explain the past two seasons to him.

“That was interesting,” Bucky said once the episode was over. “And you like it?”

“I love it!” You exclaimed and finished the last of your popcorn.

He smiled at you, “Doll, you seem so innocent.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “Why do you say that?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. You were shy, always so flustered, constantly apologized. And you still do.”

You frowned, “I never really took note of that. I’m just being me.”

“You’re adorable, but I really gotta ask, have you ever done anything that is worth being under the category of ‘rebellious’?” He asked, putting quotations around rebellious.

You shook your head, “I’ve never really had time to, nor someone to convince me to do anything that even considered rebellious.”

He smirked, “Then get dressed, cause we’re sneaking out of here.”

Your eye widened but excitement suddenly pumped through you, “Where are we going?”

“Doll, I’m taking you dancing.”

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I’m not going to pretend that I believe that there is a God or some higher power which determines our lives. Sometimes bad things happen to good people, and we can do nothing but trying to keep their memory alive and hope that there is a place, somewhere, where their voice is not jut an echo in our earth and they’re still laughing, waiting for us to meet them again. (Perhaps, not too soon.) What I believe is that people can leave a footprint on earth. I didn’t know Johannah in person, obviously, most of us didn’t, but I can see the kind of footprint she has left in people’s hearts. We know the lives she’s changed. While she’s gone, and probably nothing we, as strangers, can say can soothe the scar in her loved ones, we all can see that what she did in life is still in this world. These last three tweets from Dan are yet another proof of the caring, kind human being she was. She raised seven incredible kids, changed people’s lives, and she’s still doing good after she’s gone. Here’s another toast to the girl woman almighty. Rest in peace, Johannah. Thank you for everything.

Mistletoe [Draco x Reader]

Originally posted by strongerbloger

A/N: PEDID day 9/31. Going to be doing a Cedric, Newt and Sirius one of these too. If you want another character, just let me know.

  • In your fifth year, there was a trend started by a bunch of seventh years to cast spells that resulted in mistletoe growing above unsuspecting victims.
  • It soon spread so much that you couldn’t go anywhere in the castle without having the spell cast over you. It started getting a little out of hand - there were constant arguments in the common room about it. 
  • Everyone was paranoid and either followed their crushes around oping to get the chance to kiss them or else avoided them completely.
  • You were one of the latter; you barely spoke to Draco Malfoy all December.
  • Every time he walked over to talk to you, you would excuse yourself quickly. Perhaps it was a little unnecessary, but you weren’t risking it. You really didn’t want him to know that you liked him.
  • During the last week of term, he caught sight of you in a busy corridor.
  • “Y/N! Wait.”
  • He shoved through the crowd. You had turned around before you remembered you were supposed to be staying away from him. He caught your forearm, stopping you from walking away. You wouldn’t have walked away anyway - you were rooted to the spot. 
  • He didn’t understand why you had been ignoring him. It was impossible to deny that he had noticed your absence and missed you.
  • “Why have you been ignoring me?” 
  • You stood open-mouthed, before smoothing your face into a look of mild amusement,
  • “I’m not ignoring you, I’ve just been…busy.”
  • He narrowed his blue eyes, knowing you well enough to tell when you were lying to him.
  • His gaze suddenly flicked upwards, catching sight of the mistletoe growing above you and the group of Slytherins laughing in the background. So they were responsible.
  • Before long you noticed and felt your heart sink. Your eyes met with Draco’s and suddenly it all clicked in his mind.
  • A lazy smirk spread across his face - a stark contrast to the horrified expression on yours.
  • “So that’s why you’re avoiding me…Well, it would be a shame to break tradition.”
  • Before you could process what was happening, his mouth was on yours. Just for a moment you forgot you were in a busy corridor because you were kissing Draco Malfoy.
  • “You know, I think I’m starting to like mistletoe a lot more.”
Over a Shirt

Part one of Create Another Him

Characters: Crowley, Reader

Pairing: CrowleyxReader

Rating: M

Warnings: Breeding kink, knot kink, smut

Word Count: 623

A/N: So this was a request from a friend, and I am fulfilling it because I love the idea! Part two will be soon to follow, so keep an eye out!

Originally posted by crowleyslittleminion

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Another “small” collection of shokunba onedraw entries

i draw these two way too much but im not ready to stop yet