it must be amazing to have him as a brother :3

anonymous asked:

do you know any good altean!lance and galra!keith fics??

ohhhkayyy, god damn, like tumblr crashed on me as I was like 3 fics away from finishing this so I had to like start all over, like rip me.

and, I don’t have many altean lance fics so most of this is galra Keith and pretty much all angsty. I tried to find some less angsty ones, I don’t know how well I succeeded xD.

Note: I’ll be starting weekly fic recs in April. just and fyi~


Warmth by Rahar_Moonfire

Summary: Lance is Allura’s younger brother. During the mission to retrieve the Red Lion from Galra hands, he gets captured. His guard is a curious Galra halfbreed named Keith who may just be his ticket to freedom. He’s a bit small for an alpha, but Lance is sure he can handle it. A little flirting never hurt anyone after all. The fact Keith is good looking for a Galra and those ears wiggle (so cute!) doesn’t influence this decision. Nope. Not one bit.
Series: 4 Works
            Work 1 WC: 61497 (19/19)
            Work 2 WC: 111883 (32/32)
            Work 3 WC: 133875 (42/42)
            Work 4 WC: 71480 (21/?)
Notes: THIS IS LIKE THE ONLY FIC I HAVE WITH ALTEAN!LANCE AND GALRA!KEITH. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. gahgldfkjhsa;d, ok so this is just an amazing series, some nsfw tossed in btw, youve been wared. but over all, i just love this series so much and i need to like catch really bad… i didnt know work3 or 4 even existed… >.< 11/10

Echoes of the Past by Gigapoodle

Summary: It was his fault. He shouldn’t have retreated – he should have ran after them, Galra forces be damned, and ripped the red paladin right out of his weaponized hands, shooting the commander dead on the spot.But he hadn’t. Lance stood there, frozen with adrenaline and fear, before backing out with tears in his eyes, justifying it to himself by saying, ‘he won’t get far, we can easily get him back once I have Voltron with me.’He’d forgotten they didn’t have Voltron. He’d forgotten that without Keith, Voltron was nothing.Keith is Galra. Keith is gone. Keith is Galra. Keith is gone.
WC: 28197
Notes: -hands over some tissues- here you will need these. 100/10

I Was Born A Lion by spectralPhobia

Summary: After Keith discovers he is part Galra and Red lion rejects him, there’s only one way he can make himself useful: to join Galra and try to wreck them from the inside, while figuring out a relationship with a guy who turns out to be his biological father.
A comic about one stubborn man’s self-discovery, the challenges of spying, everyone in team Voltron being BAMF, and the universe that needs saving, as usual.
WC: comic, so no words counted by AO3 (11/?)
Notes: Galra Keith because Thace is some kinda of scientist? Uhm yes please. 10/10

your claws in me by burlesquecomposer

Summary: “Oh trust me. When I’m done with you, I won’t be able to stop laughing,” Lance says lowly, and his lips curl farther, and there’s something wild in his stare, and it hits Keith suddenly.This isn’t Lance.
Lance falls under the control of Zarkon’s Druids, and although his friends manage to get him back, nothing is quite the same. Maybe the Galra succeeded after all. Maybe the Galra merely wanted to tear Team Voltron apart from the inside.
WC: 49072 (12/12)
Notes: Rip Lance tbh, this is like really angsty and my heart breaks for Lance. but yes, galra keith is there to save the day~ 10/10

This House Unfinished by boyghosts

Summary: “Concept,” Lance said, his voice heavy and gutted with the ache of it; he caught Keith’s gaze and smiled wide, for show. “The war’s over. We’re back home. All the things we love in one place.”Lance keeps losing the things he’s built. Then there’s Keith.
WC: 30776
Notes: -cackles- have some tissues my friend 100/10

Dancing Lion, Painted Wings by genericfanatic

Summary: Years after peace has been made between the Galran and Altean kingdoms, The witch Haggar comes for vengeance. The young symbol of peace, the half-galran, half-altean Prince Kalor is lost. His aunt, Princess Allura, and his bodyguard, Shiro, are heartbroken.10 years later, an orphan named Keith sets out on his own, trying to find the key to his past. All he has to help him is a small figurine with a cryptic message, a friendly engineer, a technician and her friendly robot, and a cocky con man with a mysterious, yet familiar past.
WC: 35154 (14/14)
Notes: the anastasia au everyone talks about. and like galtean keith gives me life, but conman Lance gives me more. 10/10

It Takes a Village by Zemmiphobia

Summary: One decision by an injured soldier changes not only the fate of the universe, but the fate of her young son.
WC: 18010 (6/6)
Notes: Smol Keith is like my fav, hes so cute in this. and Ulaz being a dad just heals my heart, like bless. 11/10

Ashes, Ashes by vagrantBreath

Summary: Everyone knew their kitten was destined for something greater.No one guessed it was Voltron.
WC: 26639 (20/20)
Notes: Keith raised by the BoM technically makes him Galra right? xD Hahah no, he does have ties, but yeah i love this, hes a sheltered little shit and its great. 9/10

Purple Marks and Bleeding Heart by TeaParade

Summary: Mark #223-code-violet, Lance’s newest job, is not what the sniper signed up for when he joined team Voltron, a specialist group designed to take out the universe’s worst of the worst. This mark shouldn’t be any different from the other Galra, but he is. And Lance is having a very hard time.
WC: 52377 (12/?)
Notes: Sniper Lance and Galra Keith. literally one of my fav pairings. like straight up (tho nothing about this is straight in any sense really) 11/10

To See Blue Skies by BoyBitingDemon

Summary: He scoffed as he watched the fight below, the crowds going wild at the two fighters in the arena. They had such poor taste for entertainment these days.He heard a small sound of amusement from the one sitting next to his standing form, ever vigilant.“As if you were any better your first time in the arena.” They murmured under their breath, a small smile sneaking onto their face, pupiless gold eyes focused on the fight below, but their attention solely on the person standing guard next to him.“I must have have been somewhat impressive to catch the eyes of a certain prince now wasn’t I?"The prince snuck a glance towards the taller, whose face was hidden behind the helmet they wore."You caught a lot more than just my eye that’s for sure.”
WC: 5947 (4/?)
Notes: i,, just love this fic? Like Galra Prince Keith and Champion Lance, you can’t really get much better than this. 10/10

If Only I Could Cry TheSlytherinMudblood

Summary: Galra biology differs from human biology in many ways. For example, Galra are purple. They have yellow eyes. The mammalian ones are able to purr.They also lack tear ducts.
WC: 586
Notes: this is short and sweet (read angsty sorry not sorry) 8/10

The Master of Disguise by NireYllek

Summary: “Wait, what that doesn’t make any sense.” Hunk protested.Pidge shook her head with a tsk. “It does if one of us is disguised as Allura.”Pidge flashed a smirk in Lance’s direction. “I’m sorry, why are you looking at me?” Lance protested. Something in Keith’s brain clicked, he looked at Lance and then at the Princess.Put a little make up on him, a wig, and a dress and he could- OH my god.
WC: 33596 (6/6)
Notes: Tbh, this made me giggle so much. Lance dressed as Allura and Keith and his gay awakening™ just give me life ok. 10/10

A Babysitting Love Affair | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys will like this as much as my first one. I kind of ramble on but please bear with me lol.
Request: could i request a zach dempsey x reader where the reader is babysitting zach’s sister, and zach haven’t met the babysitter yet and one day he goes home early and falls in love with her?

—–

“I’ll be there tomorrow morning Mrs. Dempsey.”

“Alright love, thank you so much!”

I smile as I close the door after Zach’s mom who asked me to babysit Zach’s little sister, May. She mentioned that she will have to go to Chicago for the weekend to take care of something and I was assigned to be May’s companion overnight since her brother is an extremely busy guy. The Dempseys are a close family friend, too bad I’m not really that close with Zach or May. It’s probably because we go to different high schools and it doesn’t really help that I can be anti-social at times. I know nothing about them, and they know nothing about me in return so it’s all good.

—–

The next morning

“I’ll be leaving now or else I’ll miss my flight! Thank you so much again Y/N for babysitting. I’ll see you girls tomorrow morning alright? Feel at home love, my number’s on the fridge if you need me and I left money for any emergency. Zach won’t be here until dinner tonight. He has basketball practice.” Mrs. Dempsey says as she bids goodbye to Zach’s little sister and I.

“Got it Mrs. Dempsey! We’ll see you tomorrow.” I finally say with a smile.

“Bye mom! I’ll be good, I promise!” May puts her right thumb out to her mom and waves goodbye.

“So, what do you want to do today, May?” I ask her as we’re left alone inside the house.

“Hmm, I don’t really have anything in mind. Oh wait I know! Let’s style each other’s hair.” She suggests with a gleam in her eyes; she looked so excited.

“Sure kiddo.” I reply with a smile and we proceed to the living room to watch TV. May got all of her hair accessories from her room for us to use. She decided that it’d be fun to start with my hair first and put them in pigtails and so she did. She chose these pink puffy hair bands to tie my hair. May had long, black and shiny hair which reminded me of Katniss Everdeen so naturally, I chose to put her hair in a fish tail braid.

“Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this!” she beams after her make over.

“Why thank you, Miss Everdeen.” I reply with a bow and she giggles in response.

A couple of hours later and it was almost lunch time. May wanted to order pizza and so we did. She didn’t like vegetables so we opted for a classic cheese pizza instead. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang, I ran to the door to open it, with the money in my left hand.

“Thank you so–” I begin to greet the pizza man but a ginormous, muscular guy hovered above me instead.

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Why You Should Read/Watch Gangsta

1. Ethnically Diverse Cast

Gangsta takes place in the fictional city of Ergastulum and it is where the main subjects of the story, Twilights -or Tags- try to coexist with humans. And due to things such as prison overcrowding and becoming home to refugees, the city became a very populated and diverse place and you can see things such as interracial couples and even important characters that are POC/ mixed such as:

Nicolas Brown (mixed- Asian/White)

Alex Benedetto (mixed- Black/Asian)

Galahad Woehor (black)

Doug (mixed- Black/???)

Worick Arcangelo (white)

Yang (Chinese)

2. Disabled Main Character That Kicks Major Ass

One of the main characters, Nicolas Brown, is deaf and often communicates using sign language (and on occasions, he will talk though his voice is distorted and slurred).

However, despite Nicolas being deaf, this guy will easily kick someone’s ass all over town with his katana.

In fact, that’s what he’s most known for: being able to kick someone’s ass even though he can’t hear a thing. Making him notorious throughout the streets of Ergastulum.

There’s also another male main character, Worick Arcangelo, who only has one eye and is sight-impaired because of it. He doens’t let it get to him though and his disability doesn’t make him any less threatening than Nicolas and Ergastulum also knows to fear the one-contract holding normal who’s apart of the Benriya Trio.

3. Badass Female Characters  

Probably one of the top reasons you should ever consider this series– the female characters are amazing. Despite some of the girl’s large busts, they aren’t being used for just plain fanservice and actually bring something to the show with varying aspects.

We have Alex, a former prostitute who suffers from PTSD,

but she is brave and won’t let her inability to fight stop her from jumping in to help her friends, even against people who are clearly stronger than her.

Loretta, one of the most accomplished girls in the story at a young age –15 to be precise– who is the leader of her own mafia family. She has men to do her bidding and to use at her disposal, but she blatantly refuses to sacrifice them and let them die needlessly– so she joins the fight too.

Connie, even when out numbered and overpowered due to her status as a normal(human)– she fights. She isn’t indestructible and she isn’t strong, but that’s exactly what makes Connie a powerhouse. She doesn’t step down and her willpower to survive and protect the people she cherishes most is outstanding.

And this is only to name a few of the beautiful women that grace this series (and the ones that aren’t even Twilights). 

4. Accurate Use of Japanese Sign Language

Though this possibly should have gone after reason number two, I digress. Another good reason to start looking at Gangsta is the fact that legitimate sign language is used and could be even be educational in the fact that you can practice reading it.

However, keep in mind that this Japanese Sign Language, so for those who already know some form of sign language– here’s a chance to pick up another type just in case you might actually be heading to Japan and encounter a person who knows it.

5. A LGBTQA Couple

Though not much has been explored on these two characters, Gina Paulklee and Ginger are two Twilight women that happen to be in an implied relationship with one another. Heavily so.

So if you want a series with an actual lesbian couple that isn’t just yuri-exclusive and it’s ACTUALLY canon, Gangsta is the series for you.

6. Nina

Nina is possibly one of the most precious characters in Gangsta and a constant ray of sunshine when things get too dark. She’s a nurse-in-training who works for a gruff doctor named Theo and is a very open-minded, gentle person who doesn’t discriminate people due to colour or species.

She’s not portrayed as a weak little girl either and will jump in a surgery as fast as possible, getting info as she prepares.

Also, Nina and Nicolas’s uncle/brother-niece/sister relationship is one of the most endearing and adorable things ever.

7. Delico

Another precious child who must be protected at all costs and is a total bae. (His tarot card representation is the hanged man like Kaneki, you know he needs a protection squad!)

8. Just An Interesting Series In General

Gangsta takes an interesting twist on things like discrimination with it’s dog tag wearing characters called Twilights and the mafia. The diverse cast of characters extends past the fact that they are different races and delve into deeper things like, what past events shaped up their current personality or reasons that lead to make certain decisions with their lives even if it wasn’t the best choice.

The girl characters are used for more than fanservice and there are more than just hetero couples, LGBTQA and interracial couples all included.

While this may be a phrase used to describe many other anime/manga, Gangsta is a series that is taking the otaku community by a storm due to bringing what other, more mainstream stories, fail to include in their storylines and Kohsuke is doing a wonderful job with it.

So at the very least, check out the first chapter or episode of Gangsta and give it a chance because this is a series that is worth a try.

me: *wrote a meta about victor a few days ago*

me: *writes another meta about victor fucking immediately*  

me: ok 

I’ve been on a hell of a writing kick lately so here we are. I addressed this sort of in my last post about Victor, but I REALLY want to give it it’s own post so without further ado, let’s get into this.

The topic today is self-worth. Or, how Victor’s and Yuuri’s concept of themselves is the same yet drastically different. 

Yuuri is incredibly easy to address because his expression of anxiety and self doubt is incredibly stark. Also, we get to be privy to his thoughts more than any other character’s, so pretty much everything that directly bothers him we already know about. Yuuri is a perfectionist, he doubts his choices, his abilities, his worth (not just as a skater but as a person), I think he believes himself to be plain and not particularly attractive, but that’s more speculation on my part based on his chronic anxiety. It’s an Anxiety Thing™. 

(If you’d like to see more extensive thoughts and evidence about Yuuri’s anxiety, I wrote a thing here to backup my statements)

Yuuri is also rather expressive, while Victor just, isn’t really. 

Sure, he’s goofy and bubbly, but he hides behind walls of pleasantness and restraint. I’m sure it has to do with media training, considering how long Victor has been in the public eye. 

Anyway. 

What I mean to say here is that Yuuri and Victor experience two different facets of self doubt. Yuuri can’t recognize his abilities, doesn’t believe in his own potential, can’t accept his achievements, etc etc. But I think Victor can do all those things. Victor knows his skills, he knows he’s essentially the best around, he knows he’s attractive and sought after. Victor knows this and can accept it. Victor’s biggest issue is his belief that if he doesn’t keep up a mask, he’s unlovable. 

I think it’s been implied that Victor isn’t close to many people at all. When the video of Yuuri skating his routine went up, Victor seemed to easily jump on the next plane to Japan. He had no qualms and was clearly excited to leave. It’s been suggested in multiple fics (one off the top of my head being pt3 of Even Ice Gods Can Melt…what a fucking amazing little series, please go read it) that the only things in Russia Victor felt truly attached to were Yakov and Makkachin and Victor took Makkachin with him…

He interacts with several people in the skating community friendly enough (Stephane in ep12, those 3 girls in Russia Jackets in ep4), but the only person he seems to be friends with is Chris. They seem to know each other well and clearly get along wonderfully. 

We don’t really see Victor interact closely with others other than Yuuri, Yuri, and Yakov. Yakov seems to be a father figure while I think Victor views Yuri as sort of a younger brother. However, he still runs out of the country, essentially forgetting about Yuri, so there you go. 

Right, so. Victor isn’t close to many people. Humans are social animals, we need to have frequent, positive interaction with others to maintain mental–and, subsequently, physical–health. If you don’t get these interactions, it’s easy to form misconceptions about yourself. Such as, if I can’t get close to or speak to others, there must be something wrong with me, right? Or, no one knows what I’m actually like, and that’s probably for the better. 

Both Yuuri and Victor struggle with the idea of love and support. Yuuri, as he says in ep5, couldn’t feel the love and support around him for a very long time. Victor, as he says in ep12, felt that he had to work completely alone to advance himself. I think this implies that Victor deliberately pushed people away by keeping up this pleasant mask and never allowing them to see in any deeper. 

Yuuri’s distancing is incredibly physical (actually avoiding people, literal pushing, curling up, etc.) while Victor’s is more emotional (he doesn’t physically avoid but exclusively emotionally walls off).

I keep coming back to this mask of publicity pleasantness. It’s what got me thinking about this idea in the first place. In that Victor meta I linked to up there, I talked a bit about the beach scene, among other things. Victor names off a ton of options to gage what Yuuri wants him to be. It doesn’t occur to Victor to be himself until Yuuri asks him to. It doesn’t occur to Victor that he could be desired as himself. 

He has this media image that people are accustomed to: handsome, elegant, playboy, pleasant, a gentleman, etc. This is what Victor is liked for. He probably hasn’t dropped that persona–at least for an extensive amount of time–in front of others for a very long time. It occurs to Victor to be whatever Yuuri would like, and it doesn’t cross his mind that Yuuri just likes him

I love Victor and his character arc so damn much. Really looking forward to this movie–whenever it’s coming out–to see if they look further into this insecure side of Victor. 

(I feel like this post is just me rehashing stuff but like I really adore how Victor is written and idk how to shut up)

Jealousy With A Twist (Marvel)

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

(A/N: This took me a long time to do, I thought it would be cute and short but HELL NO! 8 PAGES LATER AND WE ARE FINALLY HERE AND FINISHED. Hope you guys enjoy!)

Steve Rogers:

He watched you from across the room with his glass in his hand, clutching the cup to calm himself down. He watched you laughing at some random guys jokes, he glared at the guy watching him move closer to you Steve trailed the guys hand the he began to try and wrap around your waist and that was the last straw for Steve. Just as he walked up to give the man a piece of his mind, he saw you slap the guy across his face slamming your high heel into the guy’s shoes. Steve smiled as he sat back down at the bar pretending he didn’t see what just happened, who was he to tell you how to run his life, he wasn’t your boyfriend.

 "Steve why do all guys who aren’t you just suck.“ You said walking in between his legs wrapping your arms around his neck taking in his smell, that was your true weakness. "Because I’m amazing and a hundred years old (Y/N).” He said brushing your hair softly with one hand and wrapping the other around your waist, titles or not you were his and he was yours. “Oh and Steve I saw you looking at me, there’s no need to be jealous Cap.” You said kissing his cheek.

Originally posted by blossomhael

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes:

“Temper, temper. Remember (Y/N) is just acting. She’s on a mission, so cool it.” Steve said grabbing James’ shoulder for a third time but James couldn’t control himself. This foul scum was touching his girl, he had his hands on his girl and he didn’t like that. “Screw this mission Steve, that’s my fiancé in there being felt up by some creepy prick.” James said marching towards you and the man sitting on the couch across from you. You rolled your eyes and smirked a bit, it was adorable to see the man you’re going to be married to still jealous of silly things. “Now tell me does your wife know you have a thing for younger woman?” You ask loudly side eyeing James, your statement caused the guy to move away a slight bit in fear.

 "How do you know that?“ He asked in fright, that’s when you showed him the disc you were holding "If you explain what’s this? I’ll think about not showing your wife you seduce several young woman. Do we have a deal?” You asked innocently looking at the man who nodded continually as if pleading with you “Good. He’s all yours.” You said throwing the disc to your fiancé winking at him walking back to the rest of the shield agents in the back. “Petty jealousy a good color on you, James.” You said laughing when James and Steve walked to the computer room.

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Tony Stark:

Tony always loved to throw parties, it was what he was known for but what most people didn’t know is that he’s also amazing at throwing private dinners for the two of you. Today was your 3 year anniversary, you and Tony had gotten married a year ago and many people were surprised you controlled the playboy partier but it wasn’t as hard as they thought. All it took was one night and he was yours, no powers, no spells, no curse, just a long deep connection. “Mr. Stark who could we serve you and this beautiful woman tonight?” The young waiter said winking in your direction causing you to scrounge your face up in a confused manner. “Tell the cooks that me and my lovely date will have our regulars.” Tony strained but didn’t correct the young man, as you both watched the boy leave you looked a Tony.

 "Remind me to have him fired. Alright love?“ Tony said holding your hand playing with your wedding ring. The dinner went by so quickly, more suggestive comments were thrown your way and Tony’s patience began to run thin "May I speak with Sal?” Tony said holding your hand kissing it softly and you knew exactly what was going to happen. “Mr and Mrs. Stark, how can I be of assistance?” Sal, the owner of the restaurant said to us causing the boy to stiffen “Will you please inform ALL of your employees new and old that this woman is my and deserves the same amount of respect that they give me.” Tony said firmly without revealing any names “Certainly Mr. Stark.” Sal said walking to the back with the waiter following him “I’m proud of you Tony, not getting the boy fired.” You said holding his hand tightly.

 "He reminded me a lot of me when I was younger and he helped me realized that all these men are going to be looking at my beautiful wife.“ He said lowly "You just don’t want to admit you were actually jealous.” You said chuckling while rolling your eyes “Oh shut up (Y/N)” Tony said laughing kissing your hand before getting ready to pay for the meal.

Originally posted by thunderbirdthor

Thor Odinson:

“You dare try to defile your queen!” You heard Thor’s voice boom from your shared chambers, you had rubbed your eyes trying to wake yourself up quicker before you softly made your way through the quiet palace. You no longer heard Thor’s booming voice “I should smite you for even thinking of such things towards my daughter in law.” You hear Odin said to the unknown person, you tied your rove tightly before slowly turning the door to the throne room but before you could open the door you felt a hand stop you “(Y/N) that isn’t your Thing inside that room, that man is a jealous, petty and rageful man. Are you prepared to see such things beyond your mind?” Loki asked before letting your hand go allowing you to open the door.

Once the door was open you saw a bloody man tied to wooden hair and Thor towering of him with mjolnir aimed for the sky “Thor Odison! Put mjolnir,down now!” You yelled causing the room to shake a bit. Thor snapped his head to face you and once he saw the fear in your eyes he dropped mjolnir “My love.. this man, this wretched being was trying to sneak into our chambers and harm you my queen.” He said softly trying to comfort you but you moved away from him “Loki was right.” Was all you said when you felt a hand on your shoulder when you looked up you saw Loki’s face looking ahead, you hugged him tightly crying into his armor as he walked out of the throne room with you “He’s going to come out in 5… 4… 3… 2…. send me elsewhere now.” Loki said softly and you did as he asked sending him back to his own chambers. You saw Thor stomp out of the room looking around “Where is he!” He yelled at you causing you to flinch “Safe, away from a monster like you.” You said holding back your tears “I’m a monster? I protect you, yet you call me a monster? Are you with that frost giant?” He sneered causing you to step away from him.

 "Who the hell are you. You’re not my Thor Odinson. My Thor Odison would NEVER disrespect his brother, he believes there is some good in him. So who are you?“ You yelled backing away as he stepped closer to you causing your back to hit a pillar "You’re right. I’m not. I’m better.” Thor said placing both his hands on both sides of your head until you heard thunder and saw it strike down the Thor in front of you. You screamed looking around for help but then you saw him, those golden locks and bright smile, you ran to Thor jumping into his arms “Loki, always up to no good, but I must admit I do feel a string of jealousy.” He said softly in you ear.

 "Why?“ You asked confused "You never yell at me like that.” He said with his booming laugh “I love you Thor.” You said kissing him softly. After the kiss was broken apart you both heard clapping and knew it could be from only one person “LOKI!” You and Thor yelled in unison running after the God of Mischief.


Originally posted by darlingjarvis

Loki Laufeyson:

You had been trying to reach for the book on the high shelf on your tip toes till you felt a larger body closely behind your body pick up the book that you were reaching for “Why didn’t you just ask for help ma'am?” The man asked smiling at you “Because her husband doesn’t appreciate men trying to slide their way to his wife. Do you actually work here or just trying to look for something you won’t be getting from here?” Loki said each word laced with a dangerous promise as he stared coldly at the man who helped you.

 The man had ran away quickly before Loki had moved a foot, and just as you were about to tell Loki something he had pressed you up against the bookshelf “You should know better then to entertain the weak minds of men. You are my woman, or shall I have to remind you here who you belong to.” Loki said softly in your ear nibbling on it softly “God of Mischief and Jealousy, what a dangerously delicious combination.” You said turning in his arms kissing his softly before ducking under his arms and finding a quiet spot to read. He had been sitting on a couch which is where you wanted to sit, once Loki became comfortable you laid on his lap as you read and he played with your hair “You my love shall truly kill me.” He said softly “Oh I hope so.” You said winking at him before returning to your book.


Originally posted by spiderholland

Peter Parker:

She was sitting in their chemistry class looking as beautiful as ever with her messy bun and baggy sweater. Peter planned on finally sitting with her “Today is the day.” He whispered to himself before letting out a big sigh trying to relax himself but as soon as he stepped into the room Connor slid his way to be your chemistry partner for the day, accepting defeat Peter looked to the floor walking slowly to his seat, as he sat down he realized that Ned wasn’t here today so he would be alone in this class. He watched Connor and (Y/N) sitting next to each other and regardless of Connors multiple attempts to get her attention none of them worked until he softly rubbed her side causing her to snap her neck in his direction “Do. Not. Touch. Me.” She said lowly glaring at Connor who put his hands up in a defensive move.

 "Hey, Peter is Ned here today?“ She said turning back to look at Peter who now had a shocked expression on his face, he shook his head in a rushed motion "Good.” She said grabbing her things moving next to Peter “Do you mind if I’m your partner today?” She asked looking at him with sweet eyes “Not at all..” Peter said softly “You would choose this nerd over me?” Connor said in a rather hurt manner. “First off, Peter is more of a man then you’d ever dream of and second of all cocky assholes aren’t my type.” She said smirking moving closer to Peter, this was his chance. He slowly began to wrap her in his arms at first she flinched softly but shortly after she leaned into his arms smiling “So nerds are your type?” Connor said getting up, now angry about the whole matter.

 "Nope. Peter is my only type, now leave me be.“ She said intertwining her fingers with Peters playing with his hand. Connor returned to the other side of the room but (Y/N) didn’t move away from Peter "No need to be jealous of assholes like him, when Peter Parker is my favorite neighbor Spider.” She said winking at him softly before returning to the class at hand. “How do you know that?” Peter said shocked trying not to make a big commotion she then placed her hand on the table and formed her hands as if she was shooting a web causing Peter to look down blushing “Crap.” He said softly.

 "It’s cool Parker, I won’t say anything as long as you agree to out on a date with me.“ She said still looking ahead "Fine, just don’t tell my secret.” Peter said smiling “We both know that’s not why you’re going but you’re safe with me Parker.” She said laughing softly before writing down her notes.

Originally posted by tomshardy

Pietro Maximoff: 

You were sitting on the couches in the Avengers living room with Clints head placed right on your lap, he wasn’t feeling well with his high fever and you finally got him to go to sleep. The Avengers next understood why you and Clint were so close, you and him kept your relationship quiet, he was your uncle and when your mom had passed he promised he would take care of you. He trained you until you were just as good as him at archery and killing the “bad guys” as he put it so that shield would accept you but the only thing you both didn’t imagine was that you would end up falling for one of the Avengers. “Vhat is dis?” You heard your sassy prince mumbled obviously not liking Clint laying on you “Baby, he’s not feeling well. I’m only helping him feel better.” You said but of course Pietro brushes off what you say because his anger is too busy consuming him, he grabbed Clints arm trying to pull him off of you “Pietro I swear to Thor and whatever other gods are up there that I will kill you if you remove me off my niece.” Clint sneered trying to fall asleep but to no avail.

 "Dammit, thank you honey, why do you have to date a blonde jerk.“ You uncle said crossing his arms causing you to laugh "Because he makes me happy, now go lay down and I’ll bring you tea for your head.” You said shooing your uncle watching him walk away “Look you woke his cranky ass up, I was up with him all night trying to get him to sleep and now it’s going to be harder to do it now.” You rolled your eyes making your way to the kitchen to make Clint his tea “You are related?” Pietro asked confused sitting on the bar stool “Yes he was my mom’s brother before she passed away.. he’s my uncle.” You said softly not wanting to get the attention of the other avengers and trying to hold in your tears.

 You felt a set of arms wrap around you pulling you into a tight hug “I love you, and I am very sorry.” Pietro said softly in your ear brushing your hair behind your ear before kissing your forehead. You turned in his arms smiling as he bent down slowly to kiss you “(Y/N)! I need the tea!!!” You heard Clint complain from his room causing you to laugh as Pietro kissed you “Let me attend to the Queen, my love.” You said kissing his cheek before walking to Clints room with his tea.

Originally posted by superwholockpotterhead

Clint Barton:

You were training with some of the agents of shield, trying to enhance your skills to be more useful in the field. You were trying to hold the bow correctly but you were struggling terribly until you felt a pair of arms  make their way to your hands helping you position yourself correctly, now you thought it was your crush, Clint, but to your dismay it wasn’t. “Oh Alex, you scared me?” You said smiling softly as you looked up to see Alex standing there “Expecting someone else?” He question raising an eyebrow, you shook your head slowly, wishing it was Clint and not Alex. You continued to train until you felt Alex’s hand slide down your body and before you could turn to slap him you heard a thud, once you turned around you saw Clint on top of Alex beating him up and before Clint should swing again you grabbed his hand “Clint Barton. Are you crazy?!” You said holding his wrist as he got up to throw you over his shoulder in silence. He marched all the way to his bedroom dropping you on the bed.

 "What the hell was that? He was all over you and you didn’t do shit to stop him. Do you want that kind of attention!“ He yelled causing you to flinch because he had never yelled at you before "Why are you so mad! You’re not my boyfriend! We’re not family! Hell we’re barely friends!” You said yelling in return approaching Clint’s face, he stared at you in silence before you felt his hands wrap around your waist lifting you up and kissing you harshly, causing you to wrap your legs around him, you’ve wanted this for so long, watching him in the shadows wasn’t anything compared to the feelings of right now. “Because you’re my girl, but you knew that already, didn’t you?” He said breathing heavily, you nodded. You overheard him and Natasha speaking about how he wanted to ask you on a date but was too afraid to mention it.

 "So now that you’re here and we already hit second base how about that date that I was too afraid to ask you out on?“ He said laughing still supporting your body "Of course, you’ve stolen my kiss we must go on that date now.” You said winking not moving away from his arms because you liked the warmth “But if you get jealous like that all the time we’re going to have a problem.” You said sternly “Not anymore, cause I know you’re mine now.” He said kissing you a final time before allowing your feet to touch the floor.


Originally posted by thetony-stark

Bruce Banner:

You were working late at the coffee shop once again, you were so tired and overworked. You heard the bell chime and immediately went out to greet the customers but the people you saw weren’t regular customers it was your boyfriend and the rest of his friends “Hello everyone, welcome to Edwin’s Cafe, please have a seat someone will be with you in a minute.” You said smiling at Bruce watching his walk over to his regular booth seat. “(Y/N) can you come in my office please.” You heard your boss Edwin call, you made your way to the office winking at Bruce before he left, you didn’t need to look back to know he was blushing slightly. “So we flirt with customers huh?” Edwin said closing the door behind you “Um.. no .. what gave you that idea?” You asked innocently.

 "You just flirted with that man, but you never flirt with me. I see the way you look at me (Y/N), I know you want me, just admit it and all this can be yours.“ He said grabbing your hand and placing it on his member. "Edwin! What’s the matter with you! Are you delusional!” You said yelling hastily walking to the door running out of the room only to be hit by a rock, but not any rock, the Hulk, you bumped into the Hulk. “Shit.” You muttered the Hulk moved you away from Edwin but you tried your best to stand your ground “Bruce Banner, cut this nonsense, you know very well I am capable of taking control of myself.” You yelled trying to reach Bruce but the Hulk looked at you confused at the words coming from your mouth, you rolled your eyes and marched back into Edwin’s office hearing a violent roar behind you.

 When you had entered Edwin’s office you’d waited for the hulk to enter “Look Hulk.” You said slapping your boss across the face “I quit, prick.” You said and before you took your leave you kicked Edwin straight in his balls causing him to collapse to the floor in agonizing pain. When you turned to face the Hulk he actually smiled, you then noticed he started to shrink down into your Bruce “(Y/N) did I hurt anyone?” Bruce asked rubbing his head “No my love but I think I hurt Hulks sense of pride.” You said laughing wrapping your arm around his waist holding him tight to you “Wanda told me what was going on and I just lost it. No man should ever touch you because you’re my woman.” He said sternly looking at his friends who smirked at him giving him several nods.

 "Hey even Hulk likes you because he got jealous at the same moment I did, but I had no control of him.“ Bruce said nervously which caused you to tiptoe and kiss his cheek "I love that both sides of you love me the same.” You said smiling at him as he wrapped his arm around you “Yeah.. me too..” he said softly in your ear.

Originally posted by kallian91

Vision:

You couldn’t be completely upset at him, he didn’t know the human customs, he was a walking computer and yet you still felt a pang of pain that he didn’t do anything to help you. You sighed as you wrapped yourself with the ace bandages when you heard a knock on your door and before you could answer you see Vision floating in front of you “Yes, Vision?” You said not even bothering to look at him “You’re upset, why?” He asked sitting right beside you on your bed “I am not upset what gave you that idea.” You lied through your teeth but you knew it was to no prevail because he knew you, he knew all about you. “You’re upset because I didn’t defend you, am I correct?” Vision said looking at you “Yes. I am.” You said finishing up with your bandages looking at him.

 "Well I didn’t defend you because I’ve learned from you and Nathasha that women are not easily defeated regardless of the numbers, but you were hurt and I still did nothing to save you.. but I felt this wave of emotions that made me angry at you… well what is that human emotion when you envy someone?“ He asked while searching his database for the answer "You’re jealous of me, why?” You asked confused “Jealously , yes that’s the proper word. Well you are head strong, determined, kind yet cold, sweet, funny and an amazing fighter.. I am nothing but a piece of machinery that was created for mass destruction.” He said coldly as if he thinks all you see is a man of metal “No Vision you’re mistaken, you are more than a weapon, you’re an amazing robot, you know all the trivia answers, all the world recipes, and more importantly you know me inside and out.” You said smiling laying your hand on his shoulder.

 "Why is it that I feel so warm when you touch me, or compliment me..“ he asked more to himself then to you but you smiled "It’s a special feeling of a deep care made for someone who you truly care for.. some call it love others call it caring.” You said shrugging “What’s the defining line?” He asked looking at you with pure curiosity “I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it before.” You said looking at him. He was about to say something but you felt his hands over lap yours.

 "Well (Y/N) when I am with you I know what the feeling is.“ He said looking into your eyes lifting your chin up to look at him "It’s love.. but is it possible for me to communicate such emotions?” He said looking down at the floor and without a second though you kissed his lips that were rather cold “Well we shall just have to figure it out together now won’t we?” You said smiling looking at him nod in silence but his smile as radiant as ever.


Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Sam Wilson:

You watched Sam from the distance, you weren’t spying on him, you were simply observing his whereabouts considering he’s been spending an awful lot of time with Natasha. You weren’t jealous you were simply curious as to what he was up to and why he was always with her nowadays and then you saw it, something you feared more than anything. She fell into his arms and they looked at each other romantically causing your face to turn away, you were in such pain at the idea but now your heart was truly broken at the sight of them. You ran back to the Avengers tower not wanting to speak to anyone but you were stopped when you saw Sam and Natasha sitting at the front speaks “Care to explain why you felt the need to spy on me?” Sam asked crossing his arms over “Care to explain why you’re cheating on me?” you snapped at him causing him and Nathasha to start laughing.

 “Of course you would think I was cheating. Goodness woman you have no trust in me.” he said shuffling in his pockets “There’s no point in lying to me, I saw you.” you said turning your back towards him “Want to know why I’ve been sneaking off with Nathasha? Turn around and look at me and then you’ll get your answer.” he said smoothly causing your interest to peak which led you to turn around to see Sam down on his knee with a beautiful box in his hands while Natasha stood over him with a sign that read “Will you be mine?” Natasha had a bright smile plastered on her face truly excited “We’ve been sneaking around because I wanted to find you the perfect ring for your perfect finger. When she fell in my arms we planned that because we knew you watching babe, nothing more.” he said smiling “So what do you say? Will you marry me?” he asked hopeful. You had no words so you nodded and wrapped your arms around him crying softly as he placed the ring on your finger “Always jumping to conclusions.” he said kissing your forehead laughing.

Originally posted by theavengers

Scott Lang:

You were playing with your dog, Rocco and noticed Scott looking at you leaning on the counter “Yes Lang?” you said scratching your dog’s ear watching his face light up with enjoyment “You love that dog more than you love me.” Scott pouted looking out the window trying to avoid eye contact with you causing you to laugh “Babe, seriously? You’re jealous over this cute face?” you said picking up your dog while walking over to Scott placing the dog in his face, while Rocco licked him “No, but I wish you loved me like that.” he said petting the dog smiling.

 “I do love you baby” you said putting Rocco down now scratching Scott’s ear laughing “I love you so much that I sleep in your bed every night and wait for you to come home every morning from your Adventurous duties.” you say smiling kiss Scott’s cheek “So there is no reason to be jealous of little Rocco.” you said looking at your dog who had fallen asleep on the couch. “I guess you’re right babe. The dog ain’t got nothin on me.” he said kissing your neck laughing at himself while holding your waist tightly.

My Fake Boyfriend Part 6

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2350

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by itsmaleficentbitch

You woke up feeling different, you felt lighter and happier. It has been a long time since you last felt this way, you look at the clock and it’s 8 a.m. then you look at Bucky who is sleeping peacefully under you.

Something has changed since last night, you don’t know exactly what but it feels distinct. You stay in Bucky’s arms for a while longer; at this point you are used to cuddling up with him. However, you were never the one to initiate it… until now.

You softly trace your fingers on his jawline, making sure to not disturb him still. You kiss his forehead, getting up looking at him one last time.

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It’s day 1, and Chris is mooning over a pretty new thing - all rich dark skin and lips to die for.

Chris gets him to agree to a double date.

And Viktor, the amazing best friend that he is, has agreed to play wingman, despite not being the least bit interested in dating at the moment.

That all changes the moment he lays eyes on possibly the most beautiful human being to walk the planet.

A baby-faced Asian man a few years his junior - with porcelain skin and a shy smile, slender fingers and thighs that could probably kill a man.

He’s just broken up with his girlfriend of two years, Viktor soon learns. He finds himself genuinely upset for Yuuri, for how heartbroken he seems.

They both end up enjoying the date immensely.

And as they’re exchanging numbers, Viktor can’t help but ask.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

Yuuri is silent for a moment.

Thoughtful.

“I’m still hurting,” he says. “Ask me again next time.”


It’s day 5, and they’ve been texting nonstop since they met.

They text each other good morning, and wish each other sweet dreams.

Viktor has watched Yuuri grow slowly more and more comfortable with him as time went by, and it’s only made him more and more smitten with Yuuri.

Yuuri tells him about growing up in a tiny little tourist town in Japan - about moving halfway across the world for college, about missing his home and his family and his toy poodle puppy, Vicchan.

And in return, Viktor tells him about St. Petersburg - about parents he stopped caring about long ago, about a little brother who screams and rages to hide how vulnerable he is, about the grandfather who raised them both, and the grouchy figure skating coach who’s perhaps the next closest thing he has to a parent.

It’s nearing midnight, and they’re saying goodbye, Yuuri still extracting promises from Viktor to bring Maccachin over to his and Phichit’s apartment sometime for a visit.

Viktor can’t help but ask.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

He gets a smiley face in return.

“I’m still not over her,” he replies. “Ask me again next time.”


It’s day 11, and Phichit and Chris have decided they’d prefer to just be friends.

They still send each other selfies and flirt over social media.

It’s the weirdest breakup Viktor’s ever witnessed.

Though he must admit, he’s relieved they still get along so well. He’s gotten used to having Phichit and Yuuri join them on their Friday nights out.

This week, they’ve decided to stay in - watch a movie at Viktor and Chris’s apartment, and stuff themselves with unholy amounts of junk food.

Chris and Yuuri are in the kitchen, fixing up some dinner, when Viktor worries to Phichit that he might be coming on to Yuuri too strong.

Phichit asks, “Has he told you to stop?”

Viktor shakes his head no, explains that Yuuri always tells him the same thing.

Phichit’s face lights up into a wide smile.

“Then you have nothing to worry about,” he reassures. “If he really minded it, he would have asked you to stop.”

Viktor hopes that he’s right. His thoughts must show on his face, because Phichit’s face grows suddenly serious.

“When Yuuri loves,” he explains, “he does it with all his heart. So when it gets broken, it takes a long time to put back together. It might take a while, but it will be worth the wait.”

Viktor smiles, and accepts the encouragement.

Later that night, as Phichit heads out to their car, Viktor stops Yuuri to ask a question.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

A shy smile is what he gets in return.

“I’ll have to think on that. Ask me again next time.”


It’s day 13, and Viktor sees Yuuri through a coffee shop window.

He’s sitting with a girl Viktor recognizes from Yuuri’s instagram.

Viktor doesn’t ask Yuuri anything that day.


It’s day 19, and Viktor hasn’t talked to Yuuri in almost a week.


It’s day 20, and Phichit’s out of town.

Yuuri asks Viktor if he wants to stay over.

Viktor never has been good at saying no to him.

They stay up late playing video games, joking and teasing as if they’ve known each other all their lives.

It’s almost 3 when they finally decide it’s time to turn in.

Yuuri hesitates at the foot of the sofabed Viktor will be spending the night on.

Viktor meets his searching gaze, and doesn’t know what to say except, “Sweet dreams.”

Yuuri looks disappointed for a moment, before smiling and replying in like.

He turns to walk away, hands twisting nervously into the hem of his shirt.

And with a shock, Viktor knows suddenly what he is waiting for.

Reaching out, he grabs Yuuri’s hand, and the words tumble out breathless and clumsy.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

A soft sigh escapes Yuuri’s lips, and he turns to collapse into Viktor’s arms.

“I would want nothing more.”

JOURNAL 3 BLACKLIGHT EDITION REVEALED! (Part 3)

Oh boy. This is it. The final stretch.

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First tattoo advices

One of the asks I get more often is about how to approach tattoos for the first time. What to have, where, from who, what to expect,  how to deal with the artists and more, a lot of people are still a bit scared and confused from the whole tattoo thing. Most of the time their asks can have no answer, since things like subjects, placement, paint tolerance etc. are all pretty personal. But I’ll try to put down some guidelines, mixed with personal experiences, that will hopefully help makes things less stressfull and confused at least for someone.

(pic: Rodrigo Souto at work. Black outlines are usually tattooed first, then the black shading. Colors cames last. )

Is it the right time for it?
Usually, if you are underage, you can’t get tattooed without parents permission. I suppose it changes from one country to another, depending on the laws. Legal or not, getting a tattoo when you are still really young will reveal a bad idea most of the times. Even if you get tattooed from a pro, even if your tattoos looks good, there’s a high probability your taste will change soon, and so will your life priorities.
At 14 I was impressed from Clooney’s tattoos in From Dusk Till Dawn. I was convinced a tribal bodysuit was a badass option. Then, a few times later, I thought  Tom Gugliotta’s (what was I thinking? He wasn’t even that good as a player… :D) barbed wire armband was really cool too. At eighteen I though that let an apprentice tattooer I knew doing both my arms in his kitchen for a hundred bucks was a great idea. None of that happened, lucky me. Times were different, there was no internet (I mean of course there was, but it wasn’t like it is now), the only chance to know something about tattoos were through the magazines. I had my first tattoo at 24. A bit late, I know, I’m not suggesting you to wait that much. But still, even if I had it from a really good artist and still looks good, it’s not in the style I’m into now.

Will your tattoos affect your social interactions and your career? Yes and no. The older you are, the more you know about how you’ll live your life. But being tattooed brings no more the prejudices it used to. People are slowly getting used to them. I mean, if you want to run a bank, a face tattoo will probably be still an obstacle. But if you live in a big city, probably no one will ever stare at you for a small tattoo on your arm. My first tattoo was on my shoulder/chest, it doesn’t show even if I’m wearing a t-shirt. I went for an easy to hide area mostly to show my parents how wise and focused on the future I was. It wasn’t true, of course, but it helped. ;)

Ok, so just pretend you are old and wise enough for a tattoo. Where do you start?

(pic: Portrait from Dan Molloy. If you want one, be sure to bring a reference pic that is big enough to show all the details your artist will need)

Chosing the right artist
What style are you into? It can be hard to decide at first, but the more you look at good tattoos, the more your taste for them will be defined. This can probably help too. And then you have to find the right artist.
If you want to get tattooed, no doubt this will be the biggest challenge, and probably the most important. This choice will affect not only the final result, but the whole experience. A good artist, in a safe, positive environment, will make the whole journey something you’ll like to remember.

How do you know an artist is the one? It’s hard to say. Your taste, your knowledge, needs to be trained, a lot, to be able to tell a good artist from a mediocre one. I’ve “studied” this things for years. my nerd side definitely helped, and now a few pics of someone’s works are enough for me to know if an artist is someone to consider o not. Drawing skills are a good start, but I look for someone with good taste for colors, compositions, visual art in general. Roses are usually a good test. Or woman faces. If you want to find someone good, be prepared to go through tons of crappy portfolios. Or you can drop me a line, it can be helpful too. ;)

(pic: Dane Mancini tattooing free hand. Sometime the artists can draw the whole design (or a few details of it) on the skin with a marker, following their ceativity)

The subjects and the placement
I get a lot of asks about what to get tattooed too. No one can tell you what you should wear on your skin. Look for good art, and just get inspired. And then a good artist will help you to turn your ideas into something pleasant to look and to wear.

Let’s skip fast the “should I bring the design?” part. The answer is a big no. Even if you are amazing at drawing. Even if it does have a deep meaning for you cause your best friend draws it. No. Tattoo designs are different from drawings for a ton of reasons. Let tattoo artists do their job.

When you are considering a subject, don’t fill the concept with too much stuff. I mean, you want a ship, and a lighthouse, and an anchor, and a rose. It’s already more than you need. Don’t ask the artist to add a dagger, and a dog, and your grandma’s name, and your first bike, all on the same design. The less you put into it, the more he/she will have the creative space to create something great. If you want a text, please reconsider it. And read this first.

And please, forget all the tv shows shit about how everything you get tattooed must have a sad story, a deep meaning behind it, how every detail must be symbolic and represent something. 
Like if you want a rose, and you love your family, you don’t need a single petal for each brother/sister/cousin/dog. Just have a good looking, damn rose. The meaning behind it will be as strong as your intention, no matter what.

You have a sad/positive reason to get tattoed? Great. You don’t? Who cares. Tattoos looks great, and this is the only reason you need. ;)

(pic: Matt Adamson’s design. On the left, the stancil he used to have a trace of it on the skin.)

Book for it.
If the shop is close to you, go talk them in person. Someone will take care of you. A phone call is a good idea too. Or send the shop an email. Messages on facebook are usually a bad way to get in contact with them. If you still get no answer after a reasonable time, keep trying, don’t be afraid to insist.
Sooner or later, you’ll talk with the artist. Tell him/her what you want, the mood you want your piece to have, what you would like him/her to include, what you like from his/her past works. You can bring references, if you think it would help. Bringing pics of other people’s tattoos as a reference is ok, until you just use them to explain what you want. Asking to copy someone alse’s tattoo is wrong, unethical and pretty lame.

Be prepared to tell them about size and placement. It’s ok to have clear in mind what you want, but when an artist suggest you to change something, is usually for a reason, so try to be open minded about it. Some tattoos can be completed on a single session, some will need more. You need to heal completely, before the artist can continue to work on it, so be prepared to wait at least a few weeks before you can have a new session.
Some artist will send a sketch to you days before your appointment, to check if you are ok with it. But it’s not rare to see them finish it while you are already at the shop to get tattooed. Yes, even if you booked for it months before. If you don’t like the design, just ask the artist to change it. But don’t forget they are already working for you, and don’t forget to be respectful.

(pic: Stu Padgin’s print. Go through the artists’ sketchbook if you have the chance to. They usually have tons of great designs still available)

Be ready for it.
If you have done everything as you should, you have nothing to fear about. Protect your skin from sun, a tanned, burned skin can’t be tattooed. Eat something before to start, bring something to drink, but stay away from alcohol from 24h at least. It would cause your blood vessels to dilate, and the tattoo to bleed more. The blood would make harder for the artist to work and to get the ink going deep enough to stay. Bring a friend to the shop with you only if ou really need too (you won’t, trust me), and never more than one. You want your artist to be confortable and focused while is working on you. From now on, it’s up to him/her.

“Does it hurt?”

Yes, it does. How much? It’s impossible to say. Some areas are usually more painful than others, but it depends on your skin, your muscolar conformation, your pain tolerance. Usually, it’s always a pain you can tolerate. Try to focus on your breath, and keep your body relaxed. The less you shake, the easiest will be for the artist to do his/her job. If you need a break, just ask for it.

If the pain is a serious issue for you, just don’t let it be your only concern while you are considering the placement. Of course, starting from your ribs it’s probably not a great idea, but classics spot like arms, legs, or shoulders are good under both the aesthetical and pain aspects. Even if you want a sleeve, you don’t need to plan it from the beginning. If you are not sure of how your body will react, just start with something smaller, and on a less sensitive spot.

In short:

1 - Be sure a tattoo it’s what you want, Consider your lifestile, and the one you wish to have. Keep in mind you’ll need money for it, and it will be painful. Be aware of all the negative and the positive a tattoo will bring in your life. There is nothing to be ashamed of in starting with something small, or on a hidden area, if you need to.

2 -  Don’t go for a cheap one. A tattoo it’s a life committment, and you deserve the best you can have, even if it will take time to find it. Search, get informed, define your taste. And then book with the best.

3 -  Let the artist do his/her job, but still be part of the process. Talk to your artist, let him/her involve you in the creation of your piece. Your tattoo will be meaningful and unique.

4 - Be prepared to the pain, but don’t let it scare you. Be conscious but relaxed and confident. Trust your ability to overcome pain, understand that it’s part of the process, and enjoy the experience for what it is.

5 - Take care of your skin and tattoos! Follow your artist’s instruction, keep it clean, and don’t be afraid to ask the shop for help if you think something is not as it should.

And that’s it, I think. Don’t be afraid.It’s always worth it. ;)

(pic: Steve Moore’s backpiece)

Friends Part 3

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1790

Warnings: Fluffy so much fluffy


Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing. 

credits to the gif owner

Part 1 Part 2

You have been waiting in the parking lot in the car for the past 15 minutes, in 5 minutes Dan will arrive for your date and you don’t know if you’re ready for it. Sure, Dan was a great guy, he was nice and funny and polite. But there is a part of you that is hearing Bucky’s words in your brain over and over again and as much as you try you can’t silence it.

You hate how insecure you feel right now, what if Bucky was right and Dan was using you for some ulterior motive? Or if Dan was drunk and regretted asking  you for this date? You try to calm yourself down, thinking about all the possibilities in the worst case scenario “You went to another failed date and you had an overpriced cup of coffee” you think.

You get out of the car when you see Daniel coming down the street “You look beautiful.” He says you can’t help but blush, you are wearing some jeans, with a white shirt and flats. Nothing that deserves such a compliment “You look nice too, black really make your eyes pop.”  He smiles shyly at you, having almost the same reaction as you with the complement.

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Reverie

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean spends a few minutes waxing poetic about his beautiful girlfriend

A/N: honestly this was all inspired by one comment @deanssweetheart23 made on a photoset of Dean.  (hope you don’t mind me tagging you, just wanted to give you credit).  So thanks for that…

also, it feels really good to right for my husband again, so if anyone has any dean requests, i’ll take them into consideration, despite my crazy schedule :)

Warnings: mentions of sex, mostly just Dean being a sap.  so like, all fluff

Words: 1671 (it’s just a tiny lil thing)

tagging my dean beans @ravengirl94 and @daughterofthebrowncoats

Dean can’t fight the smile that’s creeping onto his face.  He’s staring, and he knows it’s a little weird—even if you are his girlfriend.  But something about the way you look, so focused on your book, your whole body enraptured, perched so precariously in the overstuffed armchair on the other side of the table. Something about you makes him weak.  So he allows the smile, and the blatant staring.  

You haven’t noticed yet, and Dean is grateful that your book is so intriguing, because it gives him time to study you, to make a list of everything he loves about you as he tries not the fall asleep at the uncomfortable library table.

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Kill Zone - Part 1: Better Left Alone

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak,  Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC), Rowena Coven,   

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Mention of character deaths, Mention of murder, slight violence,  

Word Count: 4500ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical terms: 

Surrogate: A replacement for someone in the killer’s life.

Unsub: Unknown Subject aka the Killer.

MASTERLIST

You sipped your coffee as you went over the case files again. You hadn’t seen your friend for a long time, and honestly you felt a little shitty asking him for a favor like this. It was something you would have to live with though. If this Dean Winchester guy could help you pinpoint the location the kill shots steamed from, then maybe you could actually make some headway in this case before a 3rd victim turned up. Ella McKenzie had turned up 7 weeks ago, and Cindy Stevenson, 3 weeks ago. If the unsub was sticking to that pattern, it didn’t give you and Cas a whole lot of time to find him before another girl went missing.

You were deep in thought, reading the coroner’s reports over and over again, as well as the initial police reports, searching for any possible link between these two women. You were so far away in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the 6’4” man smiling at you from the doorway. You didn’t hear him approach you, and he didn’t make himself known to you before he was leaning down over your chair half whispering, half talking into your ear.

“Looking good G-woman.”

You nearly jumped of the chair, your hand instinctively flying to your gun, as your eyes finally landed on the long-haired man, holding his hands up defensively before him with a huge grin on his face.

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anonymous asked:

hi! uh so I kind of want to read some historical romances but I have NO idea where to start, so could you recommend me some of your favorites?

Well hello friend you made my day with this, 

and you also made my romance co-blogger bestie @cammiemorgan​ happy with this because to say that Eri and I love historical romance would be an understatement but 

ANYWAY, here’s a list (in no particular order because I don’t rate my faves it’s too hard) (links in bold):

1. Sarah MacLean

  • Nine Rules to Break While Romancing a Rake (Love by Numbers #1) - this is my first MacLean book and I love it so much because Callie is so relatable I love her. also, the whole story is so much fun because Callie’s like fuck the society and starts masquerading as a man and do fun stuff like going to gentlemen’s clubs and fencing


2. Tessa Dare

  • Any Duchess Will Do (Spindle Cove #4) - hero duke with a meddling mother who’d love nothing but to see him settled down, issues a challenge: if ma manages to turn heroine barmaid into proper duchess material, he’d marry. MY FAVE. actually the whole series is one of my faves but THIS BOOK. MY BABY PAULINE TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD, TOO PURE. ONLY WANTS TO OPEN A LIBRARY. also kinky sex. I just have to put it in there.
  • When a Scot Ties the Knot (Castles Ever After #3) - oh MY GOOOOOD IMAGINE WRITING IMAGINARY LOVE LETTERS TO YOUR IMAGINARY LOVER WHO WAS AT WAR TO PUT YOUR MEDDLING FAMILY AT BAY WITH THE MARRIAGE TALK, KILL OFF SAID IMAGINARY LOVER, AND YEARS LATER HAVING HIM APPEARING ON YOUR DOORSTEP DEMANDING YOUR PROMISES I WOULD DI-


3. Julia Quinn

  • Because of Miss Bridgerton (Rokesbys #1) - prequel to the Bridgerton series. longtime childhood friends/nemeses/neighbours suddenly having not-so-nemeses-y feelings for each other. much fun. also the second book is coming out soon so GET ON THIS ONE


4. Lisa Kleypas

  • Devil in Winter (Wallflowers #3) - The Wallflowers series is my first LK and I love them so much I’d still rec the whole series but THIS ONE IS MY ULTIMATE FAVOURITE (it needs all caps I’m not sorry). READ IT FOR SEBASTIAN ST VINCENT THE NOTORIOUS RAKE AND EVIE JENNER THE SHY WALLFLOWER WHO BROUGHT HIM TO HIS KNEES (in both ways)
  • Devil in Spring (The Ravenels #3) - newly released. it’s about Sebastian and Evie’s son Gabriel, the new Lord St Vincent who’s got the best of both worlds: his father’s looks and his mother’s temperament, and basically just wonderful. and Pandora Ravenel is not your typical hist-rom heroine. 


4. Courtney Milan

READ HER ENTIRE WORK. GO FOR IT. NO QUESTIONS-

but if you want some place to start then Unraveled (Turner #3) is my ultimate favourite, I say this very calmly. and I can’t pick my fav among the Brothers Sinister series because they’re all my children I love them equally-


Eri also would like to mention Bitter Spirits by Jen Bennett which is set in the 20s San Francisco, and Wicked Intentions by Elizabeth Hoyt for the dirty smut lmao


we didn’t go overboard at all with this, did we, Eri

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It’s Girl’s day~ Kou started a chain of tweets….along the way the Sakamaki brothers started blackmailing each other aaaaand we ended with Kino (/)u(\)

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The way Belle looks at Adam/The Beast

After watching the movie again…. and again.. and again, i started noticing the different ways Belle looks at Adam (Yes, i’m making a point of calling him by his name from now on) and i felt like i needed to make a post (lengthy post) about it.

1. This is the first time Belle sees Adam. She’s shocked, which we all would be, i mean….. He’s a monster!

2. I wanted to point out the change from the first image to this one. At first glance, Belle is shocked, having never seen anything like him before, but in this one she’s terrified. Her father is being taken away from her by this monster and she feels there’s nothing she can do.

3. FIESTY BELLE! We’d seen a little bit of rebellious Belle early on with Gaston, but this is her proper letting loose. You tell him girl!!

4. The moment of hesitation here always catches me for a second. Is this maybe…just maybe, the first time Belle really feels anything towards Adam? Why would she turn around and help him. True, she’s a nice person, but she gives up her only chance at freedom to help this monster she knows nothing about. Could there be an underlying feeling towards him? 


5. Here, we see Belle showing something close to care. Like she feels sorry for Adam, or maybe helpless in making things better. Sharing a similar backstory with their mother dying, maybe this is were she first feels a connection towards him.

6. We all loved this moment. I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love at the sight of a library that big? Speaking of love. That pause, ^, If you just look, the way she stares at him is something a bit more than just laughing at his joke. She’s seeing a change in him, a change that she likes, and it looks as though she’s catching herself before she falls too far.

7. Another long look. What could it mean?!

8. ANNNND another one! Someone is starting to like the look of Adam. Even beneath all that hair and claws.

9. Okay we’ve all done this when we’ve been caught staring at someone we like. Come on Belle! You’re making it too obvious.

10. Yes, this is better, do it at a distance when he can’t see you. (Also, I love the new sequence of scenes for this song)

11. “Still, a romance.” We caught that little glance when he was looking away, you cheeky Belle.

12. Okay, now we can get back into the deeper looks. This is sympathy again. Knowing that a whole world has rejected him, she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.

13. “Let’s go home.” First off, she called it home! Imagine how that makes Adam feel? That she feels his cursed, dark dusty castle is home. I feel like she really means it, that she’s begging him to take her somewhere that she is happy, and that she has good memories of. 

14. Okay, the eyebrow lift, how cute is that. Subtle, but it’s like she’s saying, “I scrub up well… yeah.. i know.” (I must say, a little come hither might be hidden in there somewhere)

15. Disbelief. The way she looks around, thinking to herself “Do i want to go?” “Do i want to leave this play that makes me so happy?” “Do i want to leave him?”

16. This turn. She makes it seem as though she thinks she’ll never see Adam again, but she’s already said thank you, so why turn around again? Was there something else she wanted to say? I think so, but maybe she didn’t know how to voice it, how to tell him, because maybe she didn’t really know either.

17. Fear again. She finally lays eyes on him, and she can see he is injured. What if she won’t be able to tell him how she feels?

18. Shock. This is where the Adam is dragging Gaston towards the edge of the castle wall. The last time we saw shock from Belle was the first time she saw Adam. Maybe she feels fear too that he is becoming what they all think he is….a Beast.

19. I think the she feels nothing here. In her arms is the dying body of the man she cares for. The only thing she can do is reasure him. Tell him it will be okay, all the while trying to convince herself.

20. This is desperation. She’s nearly there, she nearly understands what she is feeling, but she is too late and she knows it. She needs him to come back to her, to not leave her alone, not like she left him.

21. The realisation. We all know this moment. When the main character realises they are in love, and they try desperately, to tell the other person, in the hopes it might save them. Disney have done this a few times, one example being back in Tangled when Rapunzel saves Flynn/Eugene with a tear drop of pure love.

22. Shock. Each time Belle sees Adam for the first time in some way, she experiences some sort of shock. She’s unsure of what has happened. (As my brother said, she’s probably thinking “Thank God he’s handsome.”)

23. Relief, happiness, love, amazement. She knows now that she can be happy, she can be with this man she loves. It’s overwhelming, but she knows it is what she’s always wanted.

24. Love. There is nothing but love in that look. She is where she is meant to be, with who she is meant to be with, and she loves it.


Look at the difference. Look at the change over the period they spent together. That…… is Disney.




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Because who doesn’t love this scene?

*Rawr*

radioactivepeasant  asked:

(For the 3 sentence fic thing) maybe Vader discovering Luke in a thoroughly bizarre situation (pre or post ESB, up to you) that is Probably Dangerous, and Luke is trying very hard not to be relieved to see him.

Okay, here we go, the last 3 sentence fic that came in before I closed prompts (if you sent one in after I closed the prompts, I’ll probably get to it eventually, but for now I’m shifting focus back to Allegiance.) This is one more than three sentences, yet again. Hopefully it makes up for the long wait.


If they got out of this alive, Luke was going to strangle Wes; it was his fault that half of Rogue Squadron, including Wedge, had been captured by Zygerrian slavers, and Luke had had to suspend his search for Boba Fett and Han to come flying to the rescue. But now he was staring down a blaster set to stun, with another slaver holding a much more lethal blaster to Wedge’s temple, and Luke let his lightsaber drop. He shuddered as it hit the floor, and tried to ignore the tangled panic in his stomach when the slaver stepped forward with a pair of what looked like Force-suppressing binders, a sickening leer on his face.

Just before the binders snapped closed around his wrists, cutting him off from the Force, he felt it roil with dark fury, and his head jerked up just in time to see Vader crash through the door, his lightsaber blazing as it cut down the nearest slaver. Luke gasped, unexpected relief flooding through him and threatening to send him to his knees; he was already a little dizzy and disoriented from the sudden lack of the Force’s grounding light. His father, and it was still a little odd to think of Vader as his father, even though he knew it was true, was at his side before he could do much more than sway unsteadily, grabbing his arm and pulling him close even as all the blasters in the room were yanked away from their owners and crushed in midair with small explosions. Luke flinched, his eyes darting to Wedge to make sure his friend was alright. The pilot’s dark eyes were wide and there was a slight bruise on his cheek from an earlier scuffle, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.

“I should have allowed those to explode in your hands,” Vader snarled, his low voice vibrating against Luke’s back where it was pressed to his father’s chest, “but that is something my son should never have to witness.”

Luke stiffened, his breath catching in horror as he looked at Wedge again. His eyes were even wider now, if that were possible, and he opened his mouth as though to ask a question but snapped it back shut before he said anything. There was something like confusion around his eyes, but he didn’t look betrayed, though Luke was having a harder time reading him without the use of the Force. He had not realized how much he had depended on it, even subconsciously, until he was stripped of his connection with it. He wanted it back.

He felt Vader tense behind him and shift his grip, pulling Luke slightly to the side and out of the way as he threw his saber, the red blade scything through the air, and Luke cried out as the slaver holding Wedge pulled the pilot in front of him as a shield. But the lightsaber arched back to Vader’s hand after slicing through the rest of the slavers, leaving Wedge and his captor untouched. Luke leaned back against his father in relief.

“Release the pilot,” Vader demanded, pointing his blade at the last remaining slaver in the room. Luke was honestly surprised that none of them had called for backup yet. Perhaps Vader had knocked out the communications on their base, or they had been too caught by surprise at the appearance of the Empire’s Second-in-Command. The Zygerrian sneered and moved so Wedge was even more thoroughly between him and Vader.

“The Empire supports slavery. Why do you care if we take these Rebels off your hands, Lord Vader? You should have no objection.”

Vader growled and tensed again, and Luke feared he was going to throw the saber again, Wedge being used as a shield or no.

“Father, please,” he whispered. Vader ignored him, other than to hold him just a little tighter, the arm around Luke’s waist not allowing him to move away.

“The Empire condoning slavery,” Vader said, his low voice tightly controlled, though Luke feared it wouldn’t take much for that control to snap, “still does not excuse your attempt to enslave my freeborn son, Rebel or not.” Luke gasped at the emphasis, sudden understanding crashing in on him. He’d always known his father had been a slave as a child, but he hadn’t really thought about it in the context of Vader being his father. The two pieces of knowledge had remained separate in his mind after Bespin, the truth of Darth Vader having been a slave a little too odd a concept. Luke doubted the Zygerrian slaver would miss the emphasis, and he was sure he would also know what it meant.

Sure enough, his eyes went wide, his hold on Wedge slackening for a brief second. He opened his mouth to speak, but the momentary distraction was enough for Wedge to slam his elbow back into the slaver’s midsection and break free of his grip. The Zygerrian doubled over with a grunt, and Wedge didn’t hesitate before darting across the room and ducking behind Vader. Luke almost grinned at the ridiculousness of it, but clearly Wedge had decided that the Sith Lord was the lesser of the two threats in the room. A sentiment Luke shared, though he did not appreciate being held quite so close.

 Luke turned his head away, pressing his cheek against his father’s chest as the slaver’s neck twisted at an unnatural angle with the crunch of bone, and he collapsed to the floor, lifeless. Luke shuddered, and he heard Vader’s lightsaber deactivate before a hesitant hand brushed against the back of his head. When Luke didn’t flinch away from the contact, Vader ran his fingers through Luke’s hair again, and the action was oddly soothing. Luke sighed, a minuscule amount of tension draining from his shoulders.

“Foolish child,” Vader rumbled. His tone was difficult to read through the vocoder, and Luke didn’t have the Force to help him interpret, but the hand still in his hair tempered what might have otherwise been a reprimand into something a bit fonder. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Luke murmured, shaking his head against his father’s hand. “But I… I can’t touch the Force.” He lifted his bound hands, drawing attention to the offending binders.

“I know,” Vader said. “I am glad I was already here when they cuffed you, or else I might have thought – ” He cut himself off and clutched Luke tighter, and even without the Force, Luke imagined he felt his father’s fear at the thought of his death.

 “I am fine, Father,” Luke reassured him, a small, confused smile on his face at the thought of reassuring Darth Vader, of all people.

“Um,” Wedge said, inching around Vader to stand in Luke’s line of sight, “as weirdly touching as this reunion is, would you mind explaining to me just what the kriff is going on?” There was a hysterical edge to his voice, and even clenching his hands into fists didn’t stop them from trembling visibly. He kept his eyes fixed on Luke’s, never letting his gaze wander to Vader, and Luke was acutely aware of how confusing the situation must be for his friend.

“Wedge, uh…” Luke smiled weakly. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to handle this. In all the varied ways he had imagined Wedge finding out about this, this was certainly not one of them. “Meet my father?” He gave an apologetic shrug, hoping Wedge wouldn’t take this badly.

Wedge’s eyes finally darted up to Vader’s mask before dropping back to Luke’s face. “Vader’s really your father? That’s…” His eyes flickered again. “I don’t… How is that even… What?”

“I’m sorry, Wedge. I didn’t know until recently. Until… Bespin.” He shivered at the memories, his prosthetic hand aching with phantom pain, and he curled it into a fist. Wedge’s eyes were drawn to the movement, and he flinched, no doubt putting together what it meant that Vader had been the one to take his hand.

Wedge gasped in horror. “But if he’s your – ”

“I had no choice,” Vader snapped, interrupting him. “Luke refused to surrender.”

“So you chopped off your own son’s hand?” he demanded. He took a small step forward, and Luke blinked in frightened amazement. Was Wedge really telling off Darth Vader? Was he trying to get himself killed?

“Wedge…” Luke warned, speaking before Vader could. He didn’t need the Force to feel his father’s anger rising, and he didn’t want Vader to release that rage against Wedge.

Wedge took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he focused on Luke’s face. “Are you alright?”

Luke nodded. He was trying not to think about the fact that Vader would not release him once they got out of the slavers’ compound. He had been rescued only to be captured, though he knew he would vastly prefer whatever his father had planned to the life of a slave. He had briefly tasted slavery under Grakkus, though he had tried so hard since then to convince himself that it didn’t count. But he was freeborn, and it had still felt like a failure to both his father and his grandmother, who had both escaped slavery in the end. Or so Luke had thought, before he knew that his father wasn’t dead; he wasn’t entirely convinced Vader wasn’t a slave to the Emperor now, and that thought stung.

He had not allowed himself to really contemplate his fate this time, and then his father had swept in and pulled him out before the thought could settle that maybe this time he wouldn’t escape, maybe this time he really would end up back where his family had come from. The first freeborn Skywalker in generations, and this was the third time he had almost been enslaved.

Vader broke through his thoughts, though his choice of subject wasn’t far off. “I assume, considering the length of time they had you, that you do not have a transmitter?” There was rage lacing his voice, audible even through the vocoder.

Luke shook his head. “No, I’m clean.” He looked over at Wedge, who also shook his head. That sent a rush of relief through Luke, and he dropped his head back against his father’s chest.

“Good. Now we are leaving.” Vader finally, finally released his hold on Luke’s waist, though he seized his arm immediately after, and began leading him towards the door he had slashed open. Wedge stood unmoving in the middle of the room, and Luke tugged against his father’s grip.

“Wait!” he cried. “We can’t leave yet. They still have Tycho and Wes and – ”

Vader froze, his hand momentarily tightening painfully around Luke’s arm. “We will retrieve them first, then.” Luke gaped at his father’s easy acquiescence before it struck him that of course he would be unable to leave anyone, even a Rebel, at risk of enslavement.

“Thank you.” Luke lifted his hands. “Can you get these off, please? I’m more of a liability than anything like this.”

Vader hesitated, and Luke sighed. “I’ll go with you, willingly, if you take these off and let my friends go after we rescue them.”

“Luke, no!” Wedge yelled. But Vader was quick to finalize the deal.

“Agreed.” He waved his hand over the binders, and they unlocked with a barely audible click and clattered to the floor. The Force flooded back instantly, almost painful in its intensity, and Luke raised his hands to his head.

“Ah…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the dizziness, even as the Galaxy settled back to rightness with the return of this missing part of him. Vader’s hands settled on his shoulders, supporting him.

“Luke?”

“I’ll be fine. The Force is just…” Luke gestured vaguely, unsure how to explain.

“I understand,” Vader replied. “It can be disorienting, both to lose and to regain your awareness of the Force.” As the Force settled around him, Luke became aware of the dark nova of his father’s presence pressing against him. It was oddly comforting.

He straightened and nodded. “Okay. I’m good.” He glanced over at Wedge, who was standing with slumped shoulders and staring down at his feet, and Luke knew he didn’t understand. He hoped he would be able to explain before this was over. “Let’s go.”

3 Billion Dollars [Part 2] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by daegil

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped. 

Genre: A lil fluffy

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15}

A/N: This one is also kinda slow, but the next one is when things get real dramatic and amazing. I’m excited to share it! Honestly I was gonna post this last week. Sorry for procrastinating. 

P.S. I really love G Dragon’s outfit on him. Like I don’t usually like suspenders but seriously, it looks amazing. Plus I’m a sucker for his dark hair.

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~ Admin Brooklyn

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15 years later

   Music was blasting as you worked on your final essay of your high school career. You were calmly working on it now. Unlike your usual routine to put it off until the last minute resulting in all-nighters, coffee, monster drinks, and some tears. You had a steady pace going for your essay until a knock sounded on your bedroom door.

   “I cannot believe you are actually getting that done a whole week before it’s due.” A teasing voice called you. You look up and smile at Ji Yong quietly leaning against your doorframe. He smiled back and walked in your room. Your room never seemed to change from the first time you two met, the same wall color, the same bed, and the same stuffed animals in the corner. All but that stuffed puppy he gave you. It seemed to rest itself next to your bed, claiming its own solitary corner. You scooted over on the bed, shifting to another comfortable position as Ji Yong lay down next to you.

   “I’m sorry that I want my last essay of high school to be good.” You say back, going back to your work. He stared at you, studying the way your lip curled as you went back to focusing on your work.

   “When do you leave?” He asked, pulling out his phone. You stopped typing and looked down.

   “I have to be there a week after the graduation ceremony.” Your voice was quiet, almost washed away by the music that blasted through the small speaker she had. He looked up at her and frowned.

   “Two weeks. You’re leaving in two weeks?” He asked you. You nodded your head and frowned at him. “I’m sorry Yongie.”

   “Why did you have to pick a medical career?” He groaned, rolling onto you for more dramatic effect. A small laugh left your lips as he rolled onto your lap. He faced away from you. You ran a hand through his dark hair repeatedly, immediately relaxing him.

   “I’m sorry that I don’t have a family business like you do.” You say. He stiffens. You notice this, but you continue to run your hand through his hair, continuing to relax him. “You never have told me what your job is.”

   “You’ll find out later.” His voice was steady, never breaking a strong sense of conviction that was inherited from his father. He always got this way when he talked about his work, especially around you. You never understood why, but every time you tried to mention it, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes get dark and his face goes emotionless, so you usually don’t bring up the subject.

   “Oooooo. Look at the lovebirds.” Your younger brother whined. You looked up from Ji Yong and saw him at your door frame. You glared at him before turning, pushing Ji Yong off your lap in the process. You grabbed a pillow, then threw it at your brother, who just laughed and walked away. Ji Yong watched your brother as he walked away.

   “Why the hell would someone want a younger brother? Was one child not enough?” You muttered under your breath, turning back to your laptop to work. Ji Yong set his head on your lap once again, leaving you to do your work. He was on his phone while you were working on your essay, silently sitting together and listening to the music playing from your speaker.

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   “Good luck in college. Do well and don’t do any drugs or anything that could hurt you okay?” Your mother scolded you. You nodded your head, smiling at her. “I know mom this is what the sixth time you’ve told me.”

   “I’m just worried.” She gave you a small smile, before pulling you into a hug. Currently, everyone was outside. Your bags were packed and sitting your friend’s car, ready to take you off to college. You pulled away and smiled at your mother. You turned to look at your dad who looked down at the ground. You sent him a small smile anyways, before turning to your little brother. You pulled him into a hug, and he groaned in return.

“I’ll miss you, little bro. Good luck with your first year of high school.” His arms wrapped around your waist and hugged you back tightly. You smile into the hug then pull away. You wait for a second and then look at your mom. She looked at you with a sad smile and shook her head.

“Time to go.” Your friend called. You nodded your head then headed towards the car. Ji Yong said he would be here, but he didn’t show up. Frowning to yourself you opened the door to your friends’ car and sat down.  A small pout had formed on your lips and your friend smiled softly at you. You closed the door and your friend started the car. She pulled out of the drive away, and you watched from the window as she drove away. Your parents seemed to get smaller.

“It’s just four years. You’ll see them again and that scary guy you like so much.” You chuckled at their words and shook your head.

“Ji Yong isn’t scary.” (Y/F/N) gave you a look and you laughed once again. “You’re right, though, it’s just four years. What could happen?”

Hate it or Love it: 50 quotes from MLK that white people can use besides ‘hate cannot drive out hate’

Every year around Martin Luther King Jr. Day everyone likes to drop an inspirational quote from Dr. King. Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was a multifaceted philosopher and an amazing orator with a plethora of accessible speeches, sermons and books; yet, somewhere along the way it seems as if a rule was created, restricting white people to one quote in particular:

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

I don’t know the reason behind the restriction; perhaps because this is one of the better quotes to try to push the “I don’t see color; we’re one race – the human race” agenda. Or perhaps the darkness and the light can be used to represent black and white and thus play into the white savior movement. Whatever the reason may be! BlackHistoryDay.tumblr.com is here today to give you 50 quotes from Dr. King that I encourage you to keep in mind for your future references:

1. “No movement of essentially revolutionary quality can be neat and tidy.”

2. “The only answer that one can give to those who would question the readiness of the Negro for integration is that the standards of the Negro lag behind at times not because of an inherent inferiority, but because of the fact that segregation and discrimination do exist.” 

3. “There is no more torturous logic than to use the tragic effects of segregation as an argument for its continuation.”

4. “It is one of the ironies of history that in a nation founded on the principle that all men are created equal, we’re still arguing over whether the color of a man’s skin determines the content of his character.”

5. “There comes a time, my friends, when people get tired of being plunged across the abyss of humiliation, where they experience the bleakness of nagging despair. There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life’s July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November.”

6. “There are some things that we’ve got to learn to sacrifice for. And we’ve got to come to the point that we are determined not to accept a lot of things that we have been accepting in the past.” 

7. “We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality…”

8. “We must see now that the evils of racism, economic exploitation and militarism are all tied together… you can’t really get rid of one without getting rid of the others… the whole structure of American life must be changed. America is a hypocritical nation and [we] must put [our] own house in order.”

9. “What good is having the right to sit at a lunch counter if you can’t afford to buy a hamburger?” 

10. “Increasingly, by choice or by accident, this is the role our nation has taken, the role of those who make peaceful revolution impossible by refusing to give up the privileges and the pleasures that come from the immense profits of overseas investments.”

11. “If we will but make the right choice, we will be able to speed up the day, all over America and all over the world, when justice will roll down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”

12. “That the poor white has been put into this position, where through blindness and prejudice, he is forced to support his oppressors. And the only thing he has going for him is the false feeling that he’s superior because his skin is white—and can’t hardly eat and make his ends meet week in and week out.” 

13. “Through our scientific and technological developments we have lifted our heads to the skies, and yet our feet are still firmly planted in the muck of barbarism and racial hatred. Indeed this is America’s chief moral dilemma.”

14. “To keep a group of people confined to nasty slums and dirty hovels is not a State Right, but a State Wrong.”

15. “It may be true that morals cannot be legislated, but behavior can be regulated.”

16. “It may be true that laws and federal action cannot change bad internal attitudes, but they can control the external effects of those internal attitudes.”

17. “The law may not be able to make a man love me, but it can keep him from lynching me.”

18. “Even this nation came into being with a massive act of law breaking; for what implied more civil disobedience than the Boston tea party…there’s nothing new about law breaking.”

19. “God has brought us here for this hour to tell us to save America because our white brothers is carrying it more and more to destruction and damnation.”

20. “We’re called to do it so that means we can’t stop. This should make us more determined than ever before.”

21. “Now they always tell us to cool off and I know that when you get people cooling off too much they will end up in a deep freeze. They tell us to slow up and some of them even say that the Negros in Albany out to go home and be quiet because there’s a political campaign going on and you may help elect some particular candidate that shouldn’t be in office. Well I don’t know if you have an answer for them and I don‘t know if I have an absolute answer but I want to say to those who are telling us to stop merely because a political campaign is going on that this is a moral issue for us. We’re moving on towards freedom’s land. We cannot stop our legitimate aspirations for freedom merely because some immoral person will use this for his own political aggrandizements…”

22. “We worked in this very nation 2 centuries without wages. We made cotton king; we built our homes and the homes of our masters in the midst of injustice and exploitation. Yet out of a bottomless vitality we continue to grow and to live and if the inexpressible cruelties of slavery didn’t stop us, the opposition that we now face cannot stop us.”

23. “The absence of brutality and unregenerate evil is not the presence of justice.”

24. “As the nation passes from opposing extremist behavior to the deeper and more pervasive elements of equality, white america reaffirms its bonds to the status quo.”

25. “Whites, it must frankly be said, are not putting in a similar mass effort to reeducate themselves out of their racial ignorance.”

26. “It is an aspect of their sense of superiority that the white people of America believe they have so little to learn.”

27. “To find the origins of the Negro problem we must turn to the white man’s problem.”

28. “It seems to be a fact of life that human beings cannot continue to do wrong without eventually reaching out for some rationalization to clothe their acts in the garments of righteousness.”

29. “The greatest blasphemy of the whole ugly process was that the white man ended up making God his partner in the exploitation of the Negro.”

30. “Just as the ambivalence of white Americans grows out of their oppressor status, the predicament of Negro Americans grows out of their oppressed status.”

31. “Negroes have grown accustomed now to hearing unfeeling and insensitive whites say: ‘other immigrant groups such as the Irish, the Jews and the Italians started out with similar handicaps, and yet they made it. Why haven’t the Negroes done the same?’ These questioners refuse to see that the situation of other immigrant groups a hundred years ago and the situation of the Negro today cannot be usefully compared.”

32. “The Negro was crushed, battered and brutalized, but he never gave up. He proves again that life is stronger than death.”

33. “A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard. It is the desperate, suicidal cry of one who is so fed up with the powerlessness of his cave existence that he asserts that he would rather be dead than ignored.”

34. “What is needed today on the part of white America is a committed altruism which recognizes this truth.”

35. “True altruism is more than the capacity to pity; it is the capacity to empathize. Pity is feeling sorry for someone; empathy is feeling sorry with someone. Empathy is fellow feeling for the person in need— his pain, agony and burdens.” 

36. “I can never be who I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the way our world is made.”

37. “True education helps us on the one hand to know truth, but more than that it helps us to love truth and sacrifice for it. It gives us not only knowledge, which is power, but wisdom, which is control.”

38. “If you can’t fly, run; if you can’t run, walk; if you can’t walk, crawl; but by all means keep moving.”

39. “We will move out of these mountains that have so often impeded our progress, the mountain of moral and ethical relativism, the mountain of practical materialism, the mountain of corroding hatred, bitterness and violence, and the mountain of racial segregation.”

40. “…Always have faith in the possibility of getting over to the Promised Land. Don’t become a pessimist and feel that we cannot get there; it is difficult sometimes, it is hard sometimes, but always have faith that the Promised Land can be achieved and that we can possess this land of brotherhood and peace and understanding.”

41. “An individual who is not concerned about his selfhood and his freedom is at that moment committing moral and spiritual suicide…”

42. “But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.”

43. “There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.”

44. “Many people fear nothing more terribly than to take a position which stands out sharply and clearly from the prevailing opinion.”

45. “Many sincere white people in the south privately oppose segregation and discrimination, but they are apprehensive lest they be publicly condemned.”

46. “’Do not conform’ is difficult advice in a generation when crowd pressures have unconsciously conditioned our minds and feet to move to the rhythmic drum beat of the status quo.”

47. “This tragic attempt to give moral sanction to an economically profitable system gave birth to the doctrine of white supremacy.”

48. “Unlike physical blindness that is usually inflicted upon individuals as a result of natural forces beyond their control, intellectual and moral blindness is a dilemma which man inflicts upon himself by his tragic misuse of freedom and his failure to use his mind to its fullest capacity.”

49. “Only through the bringing together of head and heart-intelligence and goodness shall man rise to a fulfillment of his true nature.”

50. “Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”

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