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Important PSA from Yana

Quick translation:

“Like I tweeted recently, Japanese culture and the culture of other countries are different, the way they reply [to my tweets] or their stance on fan activities are different, too, and I don’t think any of this is wrong. However, regardless of country [of origin], revealing any new information of Kuroshitsuji before the 18th is not official, but illegal. I’d be glad if people understand that such action is wrong. - Toboso.”


Update:

Update2:

I think this is really important so I’d appreciate it if people who are fluent in other languages like Spanish/Portuguese/Arabic/French/Chinese/Vietnamese/etc could translate this post and share it on their local fan forum, twitter, FB and so on :)


Update3:

Thanks @vvlin91 for helping me out with the wording!<3



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(warning: text spoiler of ch129 under the cut)

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anonymous asked:

Could you list all of the tropes that you consider "feel good violence"?

Okay, “Feel Good Violence” is very simple as a concept. It’s violence that feels good, when you’re reading it, when you’re watching it on screen, because for the perpetrator violence can feel really damn good. However, that is violence when taken outside of context. It is violence without consequences. It is violence for the sake of violence. Violence that serves no purpose but to prove the character or person is tough.

Protagonist Sanctioned Bullying - Bullying in general is a fairly popular method to achieve “Feel Good Violence” because bullying does feel good. The audience sympathizes with the protagonist, so when the protagonist acts they cheer for it. Its not presented as bullying by the narrative, but it is still bullying. Usually it’s a rival or a character set up to “deserve it”, but sometimes not.

Making people afraid makes you feel tough. Many authors will fall prey to the sweet lure of bullying and not even know it because bullying is violence without fear of consequence. Most often, they’ve been the recipients rather than the perpetrators, and acting as the bully is a very different ballgame. It is an emotional and psychological high. You feel big, strong, safe, and untouchable. Powerful. In their worst incarnations, most superheroes become bullies.

Bullying is all about control, protected status, and freedom from consequences. An entirely fictional world creates the opportunity for all these things, with the narrative itself siding with the bully. Bullying is Feel Good Violence writ large in real life. It’ll follow you into the fictional world just as easily. Power is a high you never forget.

This is very common trope for characters who also act as a means of self-insertion by the author. For them, it isn’t bullying. It’s an example of how awesome their character is and how tough they are.

Everything But Dead - When the only morals applied are if someone died, the rest is sanctioned without comment. There are no narrative consequences for the character’s behavior, and everyone cheers them on. Anyone who calls them out is an acceptable target, usually evil, or the protagonist wins them over in the end because their actions are “justified”.

By Any Means Stupid - This is the “by any means necessary“ trope, where the violence really isn’t necessary and the author just wanted an excuse to paint the room red.

Unprovoked Violence Is Always the Solution - This is the one where the protagonist skips all the other steps and goes straight to preemptive violence against a total stranger, for no reason other than it makes them appear tough. Usually not framed by the narrative as bad, but it is. Oh, yes, it is. Worse there usually aren’t any consequences for the hero physically assaulting someone in a room full of witnesses because everyone knows they’re the hero, right?

Random Violence Before Strangers is A-Okay -  The protagonist disembowels a bully in front of their victim in order to protect them and receives effusive thank yous. Nothing comes from this. The bad guy is dead. We all feel good. All is right in the world. Except… violence freaks people out.

Acceptable Targets - These are people designated by the writer as non-entities and targets for violence regardless of narrative context. A very slippery slope that is ever descending. But, you know, it feels good? Sure, so long as you’re not on the receiving end. This kind of dehumanization happens in real life too, just in case you were wondering.

Beating Up My Source - You have a character who collects information from an old standby, they threaten and beat up that standby regularly to show they’re tough. At what point does this seem like a terrible idea? Never! Hey, they’re a bad person so you feel good, right?

Waving My Gun Around - Trigger discipline is just the beginning of this problem. A gun is not a toy. but you’ll find a vast array of narratives who use it that way in order to look tough.

Killing Your Way to the Top - You can’t really destroy organizations like this. Killing the people at the top will just lead to someone else taking their place. Whenever you create a power vacuum someone will fill it. You can’t destroy an organization by killing. It doesn’t work. But, it feels good!

Must Obviously Be Boy - Because female fighters are unicorns and the mooks have never laid eyes on a woman before. Usually part of a larger narrative issue with violence, but acts as a “get out of jail free” card.

Clear the Building - That time the character decided to knock everyone out to prove that they are tough. Weirder when it happens on stealth missions.

I Am Not Gaining Levels - When you’re reading a book and the character is fighting like it’s a video game. They fight everyone like they’re in an RPG chasing XP. Why? We don’t know, but it makes them feel good.

Let Me Shoot Him Twenty Times - We could call this spray and pray, but let’s pretend for a moment the magazine could run dry.

Magic Bullets - The bullets that go where you want, stop when you want, and don’t cause accidental casualties. You know, like the protagonist blind firing through a wall and hitting a four year old playing in the yard across the street.

Body Armor Always Prevents A Blow-through - Nope!

New to Training, Perfect Sparring - That time the main character took on their evil rival (school’s top/better trained student) in a sparring match and won, especially when it was their first day.

Sparring Just In General - The vast majority of Western media doesn’t understand the concept or purpose of sparring. Many authors seem to think its a UFC match where you just beat each other up and the first thing you do during training to “assess your capabilities”.

Queuing for Combat - This is an old Hollywood trick where the burden of a group fight is lifted as the stuntmen wait their turn to fight the protagonist. Particularly egregious in written action sequences where the author doesn’t grasp the concept of teamwork. It also warps the understanding of how many people its possible for a human to fight at once.

Terrible At Torture - Torture is a terrible way to gain information in general because it doesn’t lead to a confession so much as confirmation bias. The subject will tell you whatever you want to hear because they want the pain to stop. It’s even worse when done poorly, which it is 90% of the time. Usually, media uses it for shock value or to prove how tough a protagonist is. Torture is not putting a blowtorch to someone’s foot and hoping for the best. It’s far, far more complicated than that. Neither torturer nor subject come out of the experience whole. Besides, the unimaginative protagonists say, “screw you!” The clever ones lie.

What Is: Dress for Success - How we dress our characters is often necessary for crafting a sense of narrative realism. This comes in often as a reason for why its so difficult to take female action heroes seriously, but it happens to the guys too. Not a bad trope on its own, but often symptomatic of a larger narrative approach to violence that ends with “feel” and “good”.

Beautiful and Badass - This one is a very specific female fantasy, which is that you can meet all the cultural standards and definitions for beauty while being in direct defiance of them. These are the female characters who are never touched by the combat they engage in. They are always graceful, always elegant, always beautiful in motion and the narrative will pause to tell us this often. “She fights like she’s dancing.” For these characters, their supermodel-esque beauty is a natural extension of their being. They don’t work at it. Combat is incidental. It’s a set piece to tell you how awesome the character is. It generally amounts to nothing, serves no real narrative purpose, but by god the author is going to walk us through it in excruciating detail. Combat and character are separate, and consequences are for other people.

My Instincts Performed A Wheel Kick - Your instincts just don’t work that way.

There’s probably more, but that hits most of the major sins.

Keep in mind that many of these tropes are not issues by themselves. They often work when context and consequences are taken into account by their narrative/setting. Generally, this results in characters with no accountability for their behavior and exhibit no responsibility for their actions. The issue, of course, is that responsibility and accountability are what make well-written violence work. Violence often drives the narrative. It’s part and parcel to who the character is, and their decision making. It’s the difference between a character who presents themselves as tough or skilled and one who actually is.

-Michi

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Vague Horoscopes (April 23, 2017)
  • Aries: The lessons we learn today are important, look out for them, or you may just miss them.
  • Taurus: Remember the people you've trusted recently aren't always good for you. Look out for lessons here.
  • Gemini: Your sexual appeal is more than usual, but one should be wary with how they enjoy it.
  • Cancer: The feelings of restriction aren't only felt by you, remember this.
  • Leo: Today is optimal for your story telling, especially of dark natures / secrets. You may feel upset, but with Neptune's illusions, it may not totally be present.
  • Virgo: The home life may be disruptive, and something elusive may be happening in your love life. It's imperative to look for instance in these times.
  • Libra: We feel and look even more beautiful than usual. The innocent vibe you have will work in your favor today.
  • Scorpio: Relationships should be ego-less. Is yours? What should you do?
  • Sagittarius: The cautious steps we take today will benefit us. The home life may try you, and may take the day to heal.
  • Capricorn: You aren't thinking things through, today. Don't rely on luck/intuition at this time.
  • Aquarius: You find yourself bringing more home today than usual. But today, what you bring home doesn't feel like it belongs there, and may take root for longer than anticipated. (Applies to people, feelings, and/or objects).
  • Pisces: Today the cloud that has been hovering over your head may weigh more than usual.
Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the callers. Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. Don’t major in minor things. Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Helen Keller, Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Don’t spread yourself too thin. Learn to say no politely and quickly. Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Don’t waste time grieving over past mistakes Learn from them and move on. Every person needs to have their moment in the sun, when they raise their arms in victory, knowing that on this day, at his hour, they were at their very best. Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, ‘Gee, if I’d only spent more time at the office’. Give people a second chance, but not a third. Judge your success by the degree that you’re enjoying peace, health and love. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly. Leave everything a little better than you found it. Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life and death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems. Never cut what can be untied. Never overestimate your power to change others. Never underestimate your power to change yourself. Remember that overnight success usually takes about fifteen years. Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to do. Seek opportunity, not security. A boat in harbor is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out. Spend less time worrying who’s right, more time deciding what’s right. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life. Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get. The importance of winning is not what we get from it, but what we become because of it. When facing a difficult task, act as though it’s impossible to fail.
—  Jackson Brown Jr.
Bath Potions

I just wanted to make a simpler post on how to make shower gel spells. They look really pretty and are fun to make and practical cause you can use them any time. Here is a few pictures of mine. (another)

I make these spells to either:

  • Evoke a feeling, put me in a mental state (state of calm, state of clarity, state of alertness to wake up)
  • Attract Something (friends, money, good energy)
  • Banish Something (sheilding, etc)

There’s a lot of other intentions you could do but those tend to be my top 3.

They also look like cute colorful potions and make the bathroom feel more magical.. Aside from the brass cauldron full of drying bath mixes and glitter and powder and strange shit everywhere.


You will need

  1. A bottle of your choice! Glass is the best because it doesn’t leak into the formula and you can reuse it. Squeezy plastic bottles are ok too but glass is preferred. You can get the cool potion-looking bottles at Michaels, AC Moore, Goodwill, wherever. They usually cost $1 each. (Usually $1.50 if they are large).
    If you do buy a glass bottle they have a lot of different shapes and sizes. I use square shapes for protection or stability, round for different mental states or energy, hearts for self love, compassion or attracting love or social interactions, I mean there are many shapes so keep in mind what type of bottle you would like for what spell. If you don’t want to get that complicated then just get the most plain glass bottle possible lol.

  2.  Scentless gel soap. You can get pure liquid castille soap at a few stores, many people love this. I just get a $4 whole foods scentless shower gel brand that works nicely. They used to have this amazing shower gel that was so soft and wonderful at whole foods and I can no longer find it, but it’s called Shikai and it makes your skin feel like angels rubbed themselves on it. I have no idea why I can’t find it anymore.

  3.  (Optional) Oils for the skin. Some oils has its own magical properties but adding argan oil, coconut oil, aloe (not oil, but good for the skin) or olive oil in small teaspoons can help to moisturize the skin or give it a nice glow. Coconut oil is fun cause it separates and leaves a cool milky layer on top and when you shake it the solution is thick and creamy.

  4. Essential oils, fragrance oils, your favorite perfume, flower water, for fragrance. Anything that will help to evoke the feeling or magic you would want. This is a very basic instruction post so its very open ended. Just ingredients for the fragrance. 

  5. Ingredients to help further evoke this magic:  dried herbs, petals, rain water, snow water, crushed ice, decorative glass pearls, seashells, citrus peels, seeds, your breath, eyelashes, black sand, colorful sand, charcoal (great for protection and extracting crap from the skin), home made flower or herb extracts and oils, (great seasonal activity to make fragrance oils from collected flowers and herbs outside), etc. You understand the point. Things that you collect in your craft that’s safe to go on skin and has magical properties. For things like crystals that don’t do well in these types of solutions, use them to charge your solution afterwards by placing them around or on top of the cork.

  6. Optional: Things to give it some presentation such as food coloring, mica powder, glitter (some I have stars or heart shaped glitter in it, its cute and the glitter is too heavy so it rinses off of me).

  7. Your Intent (of course!) When you have all your ingredients gathered in your bottle, they will naturally be separated since oils and shower gel have different weights and textures. When you shake it together fusing them for the first time, make sure your intent is strong, Maybe meditate or take time to focus your energy before doing this!

You can use these things when you need them daily in the shower (High five to those super busy or low energy witches who don’t have the time or energy to do magic everyday!) Usually this can last up to two weeks or if you have multiple, it can last for months so you can feel magical daily by just taking a quick shower with this, plus its way easier than making a bath and using bath salt mixtures (-also to add, I understand sometimes people with low energy have trouble even getting into a shower but when I was in a rush sometimes I would just wash my hands with a solution and feel great).
If you have more time you can pour the whole bottle into a bubble bath! So it works as something for the shower and for a bath! Adding baking soda makes a SUPER foamy fizzing bath. So if you ever need a magical bubble bath you got a cute potion bottle sitting ready to go. They are easy and once you get the hang of making them it becomes really fun too!

  • I have made rejuvenation/calming potions with mint leaves and rain water (colored it a soft green, added light green pearl dust powder)
  • potions to evoke a clear mind with eucalyptus, rain water and sandalwood
  • potions for confidence with honeysuckle, gold glitter, and amber (colored it a deep blue for the throat energy to communicate well). 
  • potions for social attractiveness and attracting good vibes with cherry blossom home made oil and pink heart glitter and sugar fragrance

And then its fun to give them names and write down the recipes in your grimoire (which I have been neglecting to do), usually when I don’t have a name I just call them by what they do like Rejuvination I, Confidence, Clarity, and when I do have a name usually based on how they look and smell I named one Sunburst and the cherry Blossom one Sugar Blossom cause it smells like spring flowers and baked sweets.

I’ve gotten some compliments from this too. Like I have used shower gels to attract friendships or social interactions and people would notice there is an alluring smell and ask about it then I would be like: OH DID YOU MEAN ME?!?! Cause you know, I love it when I smell good ;)  (Also I am a Libra attention seeking ho in social situations)

Anyway I hope this helps. Shoot me questions if you need them to be answered!

A Sleepless Night

A story in which Roman can’t fall asleep and Anxiety might be able to help.


Roman sat on a stool in the kitchen, quietly sipping on his hot chocolate. It was nearly three in the morning and he couldn’t sleep. He had spent hours upon hours of tossing and turning, and finally gave up; it was going to be a sleepless night and he would deal with the consequences in the morning.He picked at the croissant that sat on a plate in front of him, his appetite little to nothing. He sighed and pushed the plate away. It was going to be a long night.

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The Doctor hadn’t imagined that you wearing a skirt would bother him so much. That’s not to say that he didn’t like it. He did like it. That was the problem - he liked it too much. It wasn’t even that short of a skirt, either. There wasn’t anything overly sexy or promiscuous about it. That, he would have been able to ignore. He had been ignoring flaunted sexuality all his lives (it never failed to make him uncomfortable), and it came easily to him at this point. But you weren’t flaunting anything. You were in a tasteful, flowing skirt that cut off right at the knee. It flared out a bit whenever you turned, giving just the slightest tease of your lower thigh, but there was no inappropriate exposure. None at all. It was perfectly perfect. But the Doctor was scared of it.

“Wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?” he asked when you finally joined him in the console room. He immediately bit his tongue when he realized how he sounded, but… he really wanted to know why you were wearing that… thing. And heels. Oh, no, you were wearing heels. They weren’t especially tall and the wedge was hardly more than an inch, but this was more heel than he had ever seen you stand on.

You made a silly face at him in response, too accustomed to his non-ginger rudeness to be offended. “Is this alright for where we’re going? I’ll just change real quick if it’s not. I just never get to wear it.”

That’s right, you never got to wear it. (Forget the heels. Can’t run well in those, so they were out of the question.) The Doctor had never seen so much leg on you. You wore trousers, always, because you were smart enough to know that skirts were not for adventuring. Even in hot weather, though, you didn’t wear shorts. You just wore trousers with thinner material. Shorts were nice, but the idea of running through dense underbrush or stinging nettles or a bog with bare legs didn’t appeal to you, so you kept your legs safely covered. Until today.

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Bright as the Night Sky (Part 11):

Hey guys! Sorry a little late since I just came back from an exhausting day of work and can I admit something? I’m a little behind on my writing! So if the next chapter takes a while (not more than five days) its because I’m trying to get into the mood and what not.

As usual here’s a quick Shout Out: @wpbianca99 @acourtofrunesandwands @shyvioletcat @rowanismybae @acourtofredqueens @dr-woodsprite @foreverlovingthenightskies @sparkleywonderful @mala-firebringer @mm23219 @iwouldtrustmylifetohagrid @daughterxofxnight @dragonbound135 @bluephoenix222 @annerozacat @rayonfrozenwings @cchcutie @feysand9299 @feyreismeiamfeyre @sarahmcclune @theatrebabe224 @rhysand-darling @fulmenetaestus @theheirofnightandday

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anonymous asked:

HARRYY BEING EXTREMELY SWEEET WITH AFTERCARE MAKES MY HEART MELT TBH OR ORRRR HARRY BEING SO ENCOURAGING WHEN HE HAD YOU RIDE HIS THIGH IS THE DRESSING ROOM CAUSE YOU NEEDED A RELEASE AND HE HAD TO GO ON IN LIKE 5MINS AND HE'D JUST BE SO CUTE SWEET AND ENCOURING HOLDING TYOU SO TIGHT OH GOD PLEAB LIV

I DID THE SECOND ONE COS IM DOING THE FIRST ONE ALREADY ITS JUST TAKING FOREVERRRR

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5/23/17 pt 2

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, idk

prompt: the date lol
prompt list that i reblogged but don’t know how to insert soz

5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”

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or say other things like,
“Amazing, how you put up with her.”
Or once, when I was crying because my heel broke and it was raining and I lost the paperwork and it was a bad day and I had to be comforted by Trevor, as soon as he left Jason said,
“Had to call your boyfriend to come comfort you? Why’d he leave you here? Cant drive you home to watch cartoons?”

Let’s just say that we both said vile things to each other every time we had a short meeting.

Which brings me to today, where I have to go to a ball for the opening of another company’s new branch. I am here for diplomatic reasons and Bruce was gracious enough to give me a plus one. “Only two of my boys will be attending, feel free to bring someone along.”

I ask Trevor if he wants to come to a work event with me and he says no so I go it alone. When I call Bruce he says that it’s a shame but I am welcome to come over to the manor and carpool with them. He doesn’t say it like that but you get the gist.

It’s a winter ball and I’m wearing this navy/royal blue gown with long sleeves. My hair is that trendy “looks barely wet, out of the shower, but not ugly” kind of look and I pull a nude lip with a golden cut crease. I don’t plan on dancing so I wear one of my taller pairs of heels and drive over to the manor with some paperwork. Work doesn’t rest, does it?

When I get to the manor I have the joy of meeting Alfred again. He allows me inside and tells me that “everyone should be down in ten” and “oh, let me take those files for you, have fun tonight and blame the work papers on me!”
Mr. Wayne is in a tux already standing by the steps ordering Dick and Jason to hurry up and then I see them.

So handsome, Dick is wearing a black and white tux with accents the same colour as my dress and Jason, while I hate to admit it, looks dashing in his black but slightly maroon tinted tux.

“Where’s your date gone? Didn’t have work at the ball to help you with so he didn’t want to come?” (JT)

“Jason Peter, stop that at once.” (BW)

“It’s fine Mr. Wayne. Really, Jason doesn’t know how a proper boyfriend acts so he has to stalk mine.” (Y/n)

“Ooh, burn. Y/n, you look elegant tonight, I’d be happy to accompany you tonight.” (RG)

“Thank you Richard, it seems we make quite the pairing tonight.” (Y/n)

“The blue definitely makes your skin glow,” Dick says, “a dress fitting the woman wearing it.”

“It’s not the dress that makes my skin glow, thank you though. Your flattery is very well appreciated.” I giggle as we make our way into the car.

The drive is not too long, Bruce asked me about work and the recent activities in the work sphere and starts to talk to me about higher positions.

“Oh, Mr. Wayne, are you sure? I am quite young and would not want to upset the older offices that may want the opening.”

“Yeah, she actually just may upset herself, always stressed out enough as it is.” (JT)

“Jason, I think she can handle herself fine, she fits well with the family and there isn’t someone else I trust for this particular role.” (BW)

“I’ll definitely think about it and give you an answer tomorrow morning.”

We get to the ball and exit the car. As we waltz our way to our table I have this strange feeling and begin to worry.

“Hey, are you okay?” (RG)

“Oh, Dick, I am fine. I’m just a little queasy.”

“You’ll be fine, you’re probably just hungry. Let’s eat and we both can partner away for dances.” (RG)

“Of course, thanks Dick.” I nuzzle into his arm and let him lead me to the table.

Jason is glaring at Dick and I have no clue why. Does he hate me?

We sit at the table and begin our chat with some of the employees from the other company. They are so fruitful and lively. As we eat, I see something out of the corner of my eye.

“Is that Trevor?” I whisper. No one could hear except for Dick and maybe Jason if he was really listening.

“What?” Dick whispers back.

“Look,” I whisper even quieter than before, “he’s with anothe-”

And he kissed the girl he was with right then.

I gasp and immediately look down as if I was not supposed to see them. My eybrows furrow and I begin to pout.

I excuse my myself and run to the bathroom. I really didn’t want this to happen tonight, not with Jason here. This is embarrassing and making me angry. God, of all days?

“Of all days?” I yell into the bathroom mirror.

Luckily the bathroom was nearly empty and I swiftly left. I can’t stand Trevor. Gosh this is why we had to spend so much time at my work! All these nights he wasn’t spending with me he must have been spending with someone else!

I just entered the doors to the ballroom and quickly my left arm was being pulled and suddenly I was being pulled into an embrace. I am surrounded by the smell of Dicks cologne.

“Hey, how are you holding up?”
Dick smiles at me gently and guides me around the dance floor.

“Ugh, to be honest, not well but I’m going to get through it. I just don’t want to talk to him tonight.”

Dick dips me and we both rotate.

“Is this the first time something has happened like this?”

“Great detective, trying to solve another case?” I tease while swatting his bicep. “I mean, tonight was definitely a wake up moment but I guess I should have seen it all along.”

“Yeah? Jason tells me that you guys were real love birds in the office.”

“Jason talks about me? Haha, how sweet. You could say we were lovebirds, only in the office. I always wondered why he couldn’t stay the night or why we spent little time out of work hours. He was hanging around her during the hours without me. It makes sense now.”

“Don’t worry, you are a real catch, and if I could, I’d ask you out myself.”

“Oh, and why can’t you, billionaire bachelor?”

“Sweetheart, I already know someone who’s got eyes for you.”

The song is about to end,
“Really? Who?”

And Dick bows me goodbye and I’m standing alone on the floor. I see Trevor dancing nearby and I hope he doesn’t see me alone! Oh gosh! What can I do?

There! Is this my only option?
My way out? I can’t believe that this is how I have to do this…

I tug on Jason’s sleeve and quickly switch with the girl he’s dancing with.

“Rude much?”

“Okay I am so so sorry but it’s an emergency.”

Jason groans and looks away.

“Are you upset with me?” I ask.

“What? No.”

We are still dancing and Trevor is nowhere near paying attention to us. Still whispering sweet nothings to his other girlfriend.

I say nothing as we dance and soon Jason is pulling left and right and we sashay around.

“Woah! What are we doing?”

“Well, if you won’t tell me the emergency I am not going to stop having fun.”

I smile,
“Jason I hate to tell you this, but my boyfriend is over there and I am trying to avoid him, or at least not be seen without a partner while I figure out what to do.”

I start dancing more fearlessly as Jason’s hold on me becomes more secure.

“Why are you trying to avoid him?”
Jason begins to look around and sees how he is acting with that other girl.

“Hey dumbass, don’t make it obvious. He’s cheating on me alright! I thought he didn’t want hang out with me tonight but he already had plans.”
I start to tear up and I slow my dancing.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Jason strokes the side of my face and lifts my chin.

“I did though, I wasn’t that good of a girlfriend and he needed another one.”
I attempt to look down but Jason doesn’t let me.

“No.”

“No?”

Jason guides me to the balcony outside and continues our slow dancing.

“All this attitude and you only show it towards me, why not show it towards him, huh? Does that make me special?”
He smirks and the corners of my lips begin to rise.

“Don’t think of yourself too highly, Todd.”

“Why do you hate me?” He asks with stern eyes.

I was taken aback by that sudden question.

“What? I don’t hate anyone–”

“So why are we like this?”

“Jason, I dislike a lot of aspects of you but-”

“What aspects?”

“Stop cutting me off and listen you bloke.”

His lips shut in two second and I smile.

“You really want to know the truth?”

He nods.

“I gotta tell you. The truth will hurt. Especially for a certain little daddy’s boy.”

He pouts and pretends to be upset.

“Okay, its honesty time. I don’t think we have each other a real chance. The first time we met was a disaster and I guess I still carry tensions because you wouldn’t apologize. You can blame my aggression on work or whatever, you were something to take it out on. I guess we were opposites and you know what they say about opposites.”

“That they attract?”

I laugh.
“They have more to fight about.”

We keep dancing in silence until he hand moves from my waist to my back.

“You look gorgeous tonight, just saying.”

“You look somewhat better than how I usually see you, thanks.”

He pretends to be hurt and I chuckle.

“Tell me Jay, why were you so mean to me?”

“Question of the century, why did you not spare me?”

I place me head on his chest and we continue to sway. I’ve almost forgotten what happened with my boyfriend.

“I like fighting with you. You are so cute when you’re mad. I also would like to take this opportunity to ask you out.”

He stares down at me as our dance paused.

I smirk and make my way to the bar, positive that he would follow me.

“Playboy, can’t you see I’m tired of having my heart broken.”

“Bubbling cider, make it two.” He orders the bartender and then looks me dead in the eye. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do to try and make you happy.” He proceeds to kiss my hand slowly.

“Cliche, much? Why me?”
I take a sip of my non alcoholic drink (a/n: soz I don’t drink and I don’t know anything about drinks sorry this is bland)

“You are a hard worker, brilliant, beautiful, why wouldn’t I?”

“Try harder.”

“Alright princess, ever since I met you, I’ve already known a little bit about Bruce’s little miracle worker. I caught you and tried to get you interested by making you a little jealous. It didn’t work, but at least we had a relationship that developed. I’ve been waiting too damn long to ask you this, so I’m asking you now. Will you go out with me?”

I grin, “ Of course, my hero for the night can get a dinner with yours truly.”

“You wanna break up with Trevor first.”
Jason smiles and tips his drink towards the happy couple.

“I forgot all about that, let me.”

I walk over to Trevor and right when he and his partner switch, I slide into his arms.

“Oh! Y/n, I can explain! I-”

“Yea whatever, we are over and I want all my stuff back by Thursday, you can bring them over to the office but be sure to leave it with the receptionist.”

I lean in close to his ear and continue, “Don’t be worried, no harsh feelings. Just don’t expect anything from me ever again. Like helping you explain what I’m about to tell your girl over there.”

His eyes widen and I leave him before he apologized. I then joined his girlfriend in a dance and explain everything. She storms mad at Trevor and leaves with out him, while I, leave with Jason.

“It was fun watching you dance kitten, you are so entertaining.”
He kisses my cheek as we head into the car.

Bruce and Dick are in the car, already sleeping while Jason and I spend the car ride cuddling and catching up on all we missed while we were spending months fighting each other.

It’s going to be a great relationship, sprouted from a coffee spill.

Inactive

I freakin dying here everything is taking my timee (╯°Д°)╯︵ ┻━┻

ok so- im sorry guys i haven’t got any time to reblog or answering your messages here.. I’m in the middle of exam week(s) until next week’s over.. plus my mother got a sht tons of work way more than usual. studying and helping her literary taken all my afternoon and evening. By the time I want to draw its already freakin 11pm- I don’t want to sleep so late because as ya all know late on exams means zero on the spot… w(:_;)w

This isn’t hiatus announcement per say.. I’m just tellin you guys that I can’t be as active around these weeks and I feel bad for it _:‘3_

I should be able to be more active on the easy subject exams tho lol- CATCHIN UP ON THOSE BEAUTIFUL FANARTS I NEED TO REBLOG HH-

YE- JUST WAIT FOR MEEHH (งಠ3ಠ)ง✨

TATTOO STYLES

Tattoos are an art form. And to me, art is creativity. So no list will ever be complete, until there will be someone out there working on something new. But this (a rewriting of an old piece I wrote for ET on tumblr) can help to know a little bit more about modern tattoo styles. Take your time to understand the differencies, go through the names in the list, find your style. A good tattoo lasts forever, and knowledge is the roots of a good choice.

Old School/Traditional: Is usually referred to American classic tattooing. Artists like Amund Dietzel, Sailor Jerry, Herbert Hoffman or Bert Grimm, from the firtst decades of 1900, are the names to start from if you want to know its roots, Classical subjects (anchors, ships, roses, daggers, eagles, horses etc.), simple designs, bold lines and  basic color palettes. Traditional tattooing is definitely more than a trend, with its own philosophy and unwritten rules.

Tony Nilsson, Cassandra Frances, Samuele Briganti, Paul Dobleman, Paul Fulton, Florian Santus, Moira Ramone (pics: Moira Ramone, Paul Fulton, Mauro Quaresima)

There is also a different kind of traditional, widly diffused, enough to be considered a style, that people keep considering part of traditional or neo traditional. It keeps bold lines, and part of the classic imaginery, mixed with weird, modern, surreal, pop stuff. No limits for color palettes, no rules. Tradition meets creativity, one of the personal favourites.

El Carlo, Ron Wells, Luca Font, Pietro Sedda, Ray Wallace, Dane Mancini, Laura Yahna, Ibi Rothe, Deno Jr (pics: Ray Wallace, El Carlo, Laura Yahna, Dane Mancini)

Japanese: Originally called Irezumi, its roots runs deep in the history of its country. Its meaning in Japanese culture changed through the centuries, from tebori (tattooing by hand) to Yobori (tattooing by machine), to became part of the classic Japanese imaginaery, as we know it. Not every asian themed tattoo (common subjects like dragons, yokai demons, tigers, hannya masks and so on) is japanese style. Everything from colors to placement, to the shapes of the untattooed areas has its rules. As any other ancient styles, of course, you can find its modern, contaminated, version too (Gakkin or Wendy Pham’s works are a good example).  

Shige, Pino Cafaro, Caio Pinero, Bill Canales, Gotch, Rodrigo Souto, Yutaro (Bill Canales, Pino Cafaro, R. Souto, Shigenori Ywasaki)

Modern tribal and ornamental: usually referred to a mix of geometrical shapes, patterns, mandalas, asian motives, and Maori influences.

Guy le tatooer, Thomas Hooper, Marco Galdo, Chaim Machlev, Little Swastika (Guy, C. Machlev, T. Hooper)

Realism: From portraits, to a custom piece, to the perfect reproduction of a picture/painting. Realistic tattoos is one of the most spectacular styles in tattooing. No black outline, and lifelike shades, black and grey or colors. It easily mixes with different styles, like with Simone Pfaff or Andrey Lukovnikov, where realism is just a technical part of their own style.

Robert Hernandez, Chris Gherman, Alex De Pase, Scrappy Uno, Sandra Daukshta, Lippo, Sam Stokes (Lippo, A. Acosta, S. Daukshta)

Biomechanical: A trend in the late 90’, basically made of mechanical parts that looks like fused with the flesh. Organic and unorganic elements are realistically drawn, to create the illusion to be carved in the onwer’s body.

Don McDonald, Carson Hill, Guy Hatchinson (who creates bio organic style) (itp: Carson Hill, Don McDonald, Guy Atchinson)

New School/Cartoonish: Fantasy, big eyes subjects, rounded shapes, bright colors, crazy proportions and prospectives. Another style that was more popular in the 90’, now is often fused with different styles, specially with neo traditional.

Kati Berinkey (she fuses new school and sketchy/illustrative styles for her designs), Adam Hawtorne (another one with his own distintcive illustrative style), David Tevenal, Nathan Evans (mixing neo trad e new school) (A. Hawtorne, A. H., David Tevenal)

Neo Traditional: Illustrative like tattoos, where classical subjects like women, crows, snakes, triangles, wolves etc. (from the classic old school imaginery), are drawn with bright colors, and realistical shading, in a aperfect mix between traditional and realism.

Emily Rose, Dusty Neal, Lu’s Lips, Christophe Bonardi, Debora Cherrys, Rodrigo Kalaka El Uf, Jack Goks Pearce. (E. R. Murray, R. Kalaka, Teresa Sharpe, Lu’s Lips)

Lettering: Text tattoos are usually a bad idea, unless they are done in the proper style, and from a specialized artist.

Norm Will Rise, Justin Wilson, Big Meas (N. W. R., J. Wilson, Big Meas)

Chicano: the word “Chicano”, referred to American citizen of Mexican origin, ceased to be a slur in the 60’, while the style itself was born a couple decades before. Common subjects are wemen, skulls, roses, and religious icons, usually in black and gray.

Boog, Macko (Macko, Boog)

These are the most common, radicated, worldly reconized style. But is just a partial view of what the contemporary tattoo scene can offer. In the last 15 years, more and more styles are born. Some of them still don’t even have a name, some have more than one. Some of them will became classic and some are just a trend.

Fun fact: wikipidia’s italian “tattoo” page have “genital” listed as one of the most common styles.

Watercolors: The colors are spread to simulate watercolors. Often mixed with other styles. People keeps debating about how watercolor tattoos will age. Only time will tell.

Klaim, Amanda Wachob, Niko Inko (A. Wachob, G. Smash, Klaim)

Photoshop: the names probably comes from a folder where the artist Xoil (still one of the best in this style) used to store his works’ pics.

If you have ever used PS, you know what I’m talking about. PS style is basically a collage of different images and techniques, from watercolor to dotwork to lettering.

Xoil, Niko Inko, Voller Kontrast, Little Swastika, Jef Palumbo, Arlin ffrench (J. Palumbo, Xoil)

Illustrative Geometrical style: geometrical elements are common in modern tattoo designs, but some artists  generated a new trend, mixing illustrative elements, modern tribal patterns, and geometrical lines.

Maxime Buchi, Daniel Meyer, Valentin Hirsch, Kamil Czapiga  (C. Machlev, D. Meyer, Maxime Buchi) 

Illustrative, sketchy: The artist draw on skin all the lines that usually are ereased in a finished design, to create the illusion of a pencil sketch.

Lea Nahon, Sam Rulz, Nomi Chi, Sven Groenvald (Lea Nahon, S. Groenvald, Nomi Chi)

3D: Again, not exactly a style.  The artist uses realistic shading, shadows and prospectives to give the illusion of depth.

Russ Abbott, Jesse Rix (itp: Jesse Rix, Russ Abbott)

Engraving: on a thin line between illustrative, sketchy, and traditional tattoos, engraving uses black lines to simulate ancient wood engraving techniques, taking inspiration from medieval like illustration.

Sam Rulz, Maxime Buchi, Andrei Svetov (A. SV, Sam Rulz)

Next style has no name yet, and it’s slightly less diffused.. But I like it, so it’s in the list. ;) Tipical traditional pieces but coloured with flat colors, almost no shades, and twisted, experimental, original designs. 

Adrian Edek, Sany Kim, Aivaras Lee, Patryk Hilton

Girly: It’s a definition I hate, cause I’m convinced there is no room for sex differencies in art. I’m a big bearded boy and still I would proudly wear a Jody Dawber or Cassandra Frances’ piece. Still, this is how people call it. Bold lines and flat shading are mixed with bright colors like pink, yellow, light blue, that perfectly fits the “cuteness” of the subjects, often inspired from pop culture and cartoon characters.

Jody Dawber (basically a traditional artist), Alex Strangler, Sasha Mezoghlian (A. Strangler, J. Dawber, S. Mezoghlian)

The last style of this list have no name yet, but it’s still worth to be considered cause of it’s diffusion and people response to it. Basically the artists recreates a simpler, geometrical, version of the subjects, with no black outline, and a watercolor effect.

Sasha Unisex, Marius Trubisz, Marcin Surowiec, David Cote (M. Surowiec, Sasha Unisex)

Self-Care Saturday

Summary: Reader spends a regular Saturday in with Peter Parker.

Word Count:1,321

Warnings: its a bit wordier than my usual writing, i wanted to focus more on the details, just a lil something new. :) also fluff, good times

AN: i am a huuuge fan of taking days off for self-care, so here’s what its like spending it with peter haha. i hope you like this, please let me know what you think :) ennnnjoy

Originally posted by sexy-stan

The time on your phone read as 5 am and the sun was barely up. You’ve been trying to be a morning person all your life because you were tired of staying up till 4 am and waking up at noon with crust forming at the corner of your eyes. So instead, you decided that waking up at an earlier time and sorting your life out would keep you from being a grumpy night troll.

One of your favorite songs played from the speaker and you sang with the melody as you shuffled through your wardrobe, grabbing a red sweater from its hanger. Throwing the clothes back on your bed, you made your way toward the kitchen to start making your morning cup of tea. Meticulously, you poured the proper amount of water into the kettle and flipped the timer for it to brew.

As the timer went on, you walked into your bathroom to take a quick shower to start the day. For most people, they used this time to plan out their day. Since, for you, it was a day-off, you didn’t have much to plan out. You stood in the shower, feeling the warm water splash against your body as you felt yourself relax.

You slipped into your robe after drying up going to finish making your tea. Steeping the tea bag into its home of hot water, you looked out the clear, sliding door that overlooked the city. New York at 5 in the morning presented itself with a cloudy, blue sky with lights from other apartments and lampposts that brightened up the streets.

Resting yourself against the railing with the warm mug sitting in your hand as you listened to the city. The countless amount of cars zooming past, the soft noise of conversations from down below. Even the faint music emerging from inside the apartment.

You were gradually preparing yourself for the day and dressed in the sweater from earlier, as well as some underwear you fished from your drawers. A knock came from the front door and as you rushed to open it, Peter Parker stood in front of you.

“I-is that my sweater?” He pointed to the red sweater that was loosely hanging from your shoulders with a confused look on his face, his brow furrowing.

“What are you doing here? And so early in the morning?” You asked, trying to veer away from the inevitable confrontation.

“I just wanted to see you, can I come in?” You moved out of the way, clearing a path for Peter. “Didn’t think you’d answer, to be honest.”

Closing the door behind you, you took a seat on the couch with your boyfriend following, wrapping his arm around your body as he got comfortable, moving closer to you. “Well, I did. So what now?” You wondered, chuckling at his expression of confusion.

“I don’t know, actually. What do you have planned for today?” You told Peter about your day dedicated to basically doing nothing and relaxing. “Then nothing and relaxing we shall do.”


The two of you later found yourselves sitting across from one another with you rubbing at Peter’s face, smearing on green product over his face. “What is this supposed to do again?” He mumbled as your fingers glided over his upper lip, smoothing over an even layer of the mask.

Your eyes scan over the container in your hand, reading over the instructions and ingredients. “The package says ‘to brighten and moisturize.’”

“Am I going to expect a baby-smooth face after I wash this off?”

“There’s no such thing as immediate results, Parker. You would know.” You referenced to the first connection between you and him.

Peter had a growing affection for you at the start of freshman year and didn’t even begin speaking to you until the second semester. Even then, you had the impression that, yes, he was cute, but there was just something about him that didn’t make you two immediately fall in love. This resulted in months of Peter’s constant nagging over him taking you out on a date. To be fair, you never officially said no which was why he kept trying. Admittedly, you secretly loved all the time you two spent, even with his nagging.

“You said yes eventually, okay,” he grumbles, taking the container from your hands before giving you a quick kiss on your lips. “My turn.”

Rubbing your fingers together, you massaged the product into your skin as you shifted whatever hair was in the way of your face, clearing the canvas for Peter’s ‘art.’ You leaned your head back as he began to apply the cold mask onto your face. 

Peter had a gentle touch, but a concentrated look on his face, making sure he wouldn’t get any in your hair or near your eyes.You took a moment to look at him and you started smiling at how dedicated he was to such a task. 

“Stop moving your mouth so much, you’re going to let me get this in you teeth!” 

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” You apologized, continuing to admiring your boyfriend’s face, fighting back the smile.


Looking at the city, the two of you sat next to each other on the terrace, eating breakfast that the both of you helped in making. A majority of it was making out in the kitchen and almost burning the toast, but you managed to get Peter back on track.

“Y/N,” he called, catching your attention from your eggs, “that’s my sweatshirt, isn’t it? Is that why I’ve been losing some of my clothes? Because you’ve been stealing them?”

Your eyes widened at the accusation. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing!” You gasped, covering your chest with your hand, “I was planning on giving them back!”

Peter rolled his eyes and slumped back into his chair, going back to his breakfast. “You’re such a dork.”

“Look who’s talking!”

“Hey!”


“Oh! I love this song!” You ran back inside and turned up the volume on the speaker, Earth, Wind, and Fire’s September blasting through it. “Try not dancing to this song, it’s impossible for me!” You shouted to Peter in the other room.

You walked back in, seeing Peter standing in the walkway between the terrace and living room. “Try.”

“Try what?”

“Try not dancing to this song.” He grinned mischievously.

“You know what this song does to me, not one second cannot be wasted not dancing to it!” You insisted, already singing along in your head. “But fine. You’re on.”

You both froze, staring at one another’s eyes practically urging them to give in. Gradually, the familiar beat of the song started to sink in and you caught your fingers dancing to the beat. Your mouth turned into a tight line as you were at the peak of breaking down and eventually the two of you burst out in joyous laughter as you started dancing with the song.

Peter took your hand in his and the two of you began to build a rhythm together. He’d occasionally give spin you and vice versa, having fun and dancing like dorks throughout the whole song, smiling and laughing with each other.


At the end of the afternoon, you and Peter had successfully ticked off everything on your to-do list: nothing and relaxing. After dancing to a number of classics, both of you were tuckered out and decided to take a break on the couch.

However, that break quickly turned into a nap for you. You ended up falling asleep with your head in Peter’s lap with his fingers gently combing through your hair. As he moved his fingers through your hair, twirling and wrapping strands around his finger, he watched as you drifted to sleep.

And Peter realized that there really was no better way to spend his Saturday off than doing nothing and relaxing with you.

Avengers x Reader: Storm

Originally posted by science

(Author’s Note: Heyo, Rainy here!  Just a little something I wanted to post in between requests.  I was feeling kind of lonely last night and came up with this idea just because.  Just some silly fluff to cheer you up if you need it!   Also, gif is not mine. Credit to original owner!)

   It was an ordinary day in Avengers Tower.  No villains.  No evil plots or schemes to sabotage.  It seemed that the crappy weather had taken care of that.  Gray clouds seemed to cover the entire city of New York, and what little patches of sky were visible were dark as well.  Raindrops covered the windows and tap-tapped on the roof.

   Steve and Bucky sat on either end of the leather couch in the hangout at the top floor of Avengers Tower.  You stretched out across them, head resting on Bucky’s lap and legs dangling across Steve’s.  Both soldiers watched rather boredly as you flipped through the TV channels, one arm draped across your forehead dramatically.  It was a miserable day, and what better way to be bored than with your friends?

   Footsteps echoed on the smooth floor, signaling Tony Stark’s entrance.  The eccentric billionaire donned a t-shirt and pair of ripped jeans instead of a suit, which meant he had been busy working in the garage on his Iron Man tech.  He paced over to the bar to pour himself a quick glass of water, most likely parched from his work.  He gulped the clear liquid down, pausing to stare at the three of you in between gulps.  You, Bucky, and Steve stared back at him until, finally, he set the glass down and spoke.  

   “Yeesh, what’s going on in here?  You all look miserable.”

   “Thanks. It’s really nice to see you too,” you quipped, giving him a look.  

   “Yeah, I could tell by your faces when I walked in the room.  They just lit up.”  His retort earned a snort from each of you, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, sparing a glance out the window.  “Weather’s got you down?”

   “I had plans to go out for a jog,” Steve explained, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

   “And I wanted to visit the store.  We’re out of plums,” Bucky grumbled, arms folded.

   “Not to mention I was going to head down to Central Park for a relaxing afternoon out,” you added.  “Basically, the rain messed up all our plans.”

   “So we’re just here being bored together,” Bucky finished, eyes fixed on the TV screen which had gone static.

   Tony rolled his eyes unsympathetically, walking to stand in front of the TV screen.  “Okay, first of all, Steve, there is a very expensive workout room that I had built into the basement of the Tower, complete with a running track.”

   “It’s not really the same, you know?” Steve shrugged.  “I like being out in the morning air and seeing the sun come up.”

   Tony gave him a look, but moved on.  “And Bucky, are you really going to let rain come between you and your plums?  Man up, put on a trench coat, and go out.”

   “No.” 

   Lastly, Tony’s gaze rested on you.  “_______, you do realize this is Avengers Tower.  We have an indoor pool, food, a library, food.  That sounds like a pretty relaxing afternoon to me.”

   “I’ve done all that stuff already,” you stretched your arms out and yawned.

   “Whatever.  It’s not like I invested a whole lot of money in-”  The pounding of rain on the windows increased until it nearly drowned out his voice.  A deafening boom of thunder sounded, and lightning flashed.

   “Wow.  That doesn’t sound too good,” you mused.  “We should turn the lights off.”

   Tony looked at you as if you had suggested everyone dress up as clowns and go running through the streets of New York..  “Why?”

   “To watch the storm.  I like feeling all safe and cozy inside while that craziness is happening outside.”

   “Me too,” Steve agreed.  “That’s a good idea.  Let’s do it.”  

   Even Bucky’s usual scowl was replaced by a smile at the idea.  “I like the sound of that.”  

   That was yet another reason why you got along with them so well.  Tony and the others were so reliant on technology, that they sometimes forgot to sit back and enjoy the simpler things in life.  Steve and Bucky enjoyed technology and its benefits, but like you, they were a bit old-fashioned and liked to step away and take time to appreciate other things.

   “Come on, Stark.  There’s more to life than heated pools and tinkering with robots,” Steve went on.

   “Even most of your library is digital,” you pointed out. 

   “Yeah, pfft, electricity.  Who needs that?” Tony joked, waving his hand dismissively.  “Excuse me for taking advantage of modern conveniences.  Sorry I’m not a tree-hugging, bird-watching nymph like all of you.”

   Bucky snorted, and you laughed.  You sat up and went around the room, shutting off lights along the way.  Steve jumped to his feet and took care of the last set of lights before the two of you rejoined Bucky on the couch, you snuggled in between them.  The room was very dark, save for the dim light from the gray sky that seeped in through the windows.

   “Come sit,” you motioned for Tony to take a seat.  You could see his outline hesitate before shrugging and walking over to sit down on Bucky’s other side.  “There.  Isn’t this nice?” 

   Thunder continued to boom, lightning flashed, and the rain thrummed against the windows harshly.  It might be a scary thing to witness, but snuggled in between two very good friends that you trusted, you felt safe and warm.

   “You know,” Tony broke the silence in the conversation.  “This is actually really nice.”

   “Yep,” you agreed with a nod.  “But something’s missing…”

   “We need a fort,” Steve chuckled. 

   “Exactly.  See, this is why we’re friends.”  You jumped up and hurried out of the room before anyone could protest.  “Be right back!  I’m just going to grab some materials!”  You headed straight for the nearest closet full of sheets, towels, extra pillows, etc…And started gathering everything you could carry. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   “I have to admit, when you mentioned a fort, I thought this would be stupid,” Tony confessed.  “But this…This right here is awesome.” 

   “It’s perfect,” you agreed, tossing a couple of flashlights inside.

   Bucky was making the finishing touches, setting down a stack of books to hold a sheet in place.  Even you hadn’t expected it to turn out so cool.  It really was an impressive fort.  

   “We good?” Steve asked. 

   “Yeah, this should hold up just fine,” Bucky replied.  You dropped to your hands and knees and crawled in to bury yourself in the pile of blankets and pillows.  Bucky ducked in, chuckling as you rolled yourself up like a burrito. 

    “Steve! Tony!  Come on in!” you called.

   Steve crawled in, following by Tony fumbling his way in.  Both of them found their own blankets and pillows and got comfortable.  The four of you turned your attention to the little window the group made so you could see the storm.  A loud boom of thunder sounded, and you rolled over to snuggle against Bucky’s side.

  “Comfortable?” he asked, unable to hide a small smile.

   You grinned up at him.  “Very”

   Tony shifted so that he was lying obnoxiously across your stomach.  “Me too.”

  “Dork.” You ruffled his hair.

   “Hey, not cool.”

   “Oh my gosh!” a new, but familiar, voice exclaimed from somewhere outside the fort.  “Is that a fort?”

   “Clint, care to join us?” Steve called.

  “Heck yeah!”  He bounded over to scrambled inside.  A few of you had to move over to make room.  “Wow, this is so cool.  You guys watching the storm?”

   “Yep, it’s actually more fun that I thought it would be,” Tony replied.

   “Nat would love this.”

   “Love what?”  The read-headed agent appeared at the entrance of the fort suddenly, making all of you jump in surprise.  Clint screamed.  “Calm down,” Natasha told him.  “It’s only me.”

   “And me.”

  “Bruce?” you questioned.  “Is that you?”

  “Oh gosh, we seriously are going to need more room,” Clint commented.  The next thing you knew, everyone was squeezed in beside each other in the fort.

   “This is ridiculous,” Natasha said, but you could see the smile on her face.

  “Rogers.  You wouldn’t mind getting your elbow out of my shoulder, would you?”

   “Well maybe your shoulder needs to get off my elbow, Tony.”

   Most of you were chuckling and playfully shoving each other.  Except Bruce, who was struggling with the fact he was in such a small space.  It was such a silly and fun time, a nice change from all the high-stress situations the lot of you were usually in.  Meanwhile, the storm went on outside. 

  You thought it was unfortunate that the rest of the team couldn’t be there to enjoy it, but they had their own missions to deal with.  Your group spent the rest of the stormy evening talking and laughing over just about everything.  After the conversation died down, you all fell into a comfortable silence.  You were pretty sure you heard Tony snoring.  That guy almost never slept, so this was probably good for him. It was so calming that you felt your eyelids growing heavy.

   “Go ahead and sleep, doll,” Bucky told you quietly, patting your shoulder. 

   “Yes.  Sleep.  Just please don’t snore.”

   “Shut up, Barton.”

The Alphabet of Love // Rafael Casal

Here I am, this was not the first thing in writing queue but it just begged to be written.

I blame Ren ( @alexanderhamllton ) for turning me into Rafa trash and thank Charley ( @always-blame-jefferson ) for listening to my ideas.

My other stuff is here!

Requests are always  open!

Word Count:3743, I’m not even sorry.

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The Alphabet of Love


A is for Airport.

That’s where you first met.

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Sleep in my sweater P2

Part One Here 

Pairing: Sam x reader 
Characters: Sam, Dean, the reader, mention of Cas 
Warnings: light swearing, reference to boyking!sam, a little angst
Word count: 1460
Summary: The reader wakes up, still wearing Sam’s sweatshirt, and decides to go to breakfast alone with the younger Winchester. With the threat of Lilith impending and her feelings for Sam only growing, who knows what she’ll end up doing. 
Tag list: @amanda-teaches @samwinchesterblog @spnfanficpond @myplaceofthingsilove @spectaculicious @bambinovak @writingthingsisdifficult @cleverdame @aliensdeservebetter @samwinchesterfluffandsmut @samwinchesterfanfiction-blog @saxxxology @mamaredd123 dancingpanda137
A/N: I took another mini writing break but, again, I’m back! Also I’m thinking of turning this into a longer series and maybe include Lilith + some twists- I’d really like to know what you guys think about that. I’ve never done an actually long series before (like 6+ parts) and not gonna lie I’m a little skeptical/nervous about it. So, just tell me your thoughts and I’ll see if I actually do it or not! Okay, peace out, I hope you enjoy:)<3

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Lay your head to rest,
and put all its inner turmoils
and heavy thoughts aside.

Remind yourself to breathe.
I know it might be hard,
with all that’s weighing down
on your chest, but just try.
You’ve tried and succeeded
in harder things before.

Be easier on yourself.
Some things take more time
than others, slow down.

—  “Take care of yourself” remnant-thoughts