let's get rid of this once and for all

You know what, the ‘suddenly, there’s 5 more Winter Soldiers’ subplot

has gotten a lot of flack, and I don’t disagree that it could and should have been handled a lot better, but even as it is, I really really like what it says, or rather, confirms about Bucky.

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Tip if you live with room mates or parents:

Make your bedroom your SANCTUARY. Make a place you want to go to at the end of the day to relax, having a dirty room is so stressful. And I get it, you sit there and stare at it, but don’t tackle the clutter because it’s overwhelming. My advice, just start somewhere. Even if it takes you a few days. GET RID OF STUFF YOU DON’T NEED. Minimize your belongings. (Read DO LESS by Rachel Jonat. It has seriously changed my view on organization and clutter and has opened my habits and my mind to minimalism) I donate all of my unused but salvageable goods to thrift stores, because keeping them around to try and sell them can cause you to continue to be overwhelmed.
Then, once you’re room is cleaned, let your bed be your bed. It’s for sleeping and lounging only. Try to get a good desk for homework and study.
Then for decorations
GET COZY SHEETS, CANDLES, FAIRY LIGHTS, drape tulle or tapestries along your walls or ceilings with push pins or command hooks. (Small Holes in walls are easy to fix by yourself btw, just do a quick google search.)
Get a cozy comforter and comfy pillows. If you have an uncomfortable mattress, get a comfy foam mattress topper (@ target for $12) to help. Keep a little tray that you can lay your night time goodies on. Mine has a lavender pillow spray, a wide tooth comb, water bottle, Vaseline (I put it on my lips, lashes and brows before bed), and my notebook in case I have any wild ideas I want to jot down during the night.
Keep a catch all try by your door. Lay your keys, sunglasses, watch, etc. there, so you know where they are when you’re rushing out the door. Also, have a place to put your purse. If you can’t put a hook on the wall to hang it up, get an over the door hook hanger from Walmart. (I love this thing because I keep my purse, school bag, fave Nike hat and umbrella there, and I always know where I put them.
Use things like white boards, calendars, and pin boards to keep yourself organized, and design yourself a motivational vision board.
ORGANIZE YOUR DRESSER. Keep socks, undies, bras, tights in the top drawer, then shirts, then pants. But if you can, hang up tips that you know will get wrinkles easy.
Put a cozy rug in your room to keep your feet warm, but don’t forget to clean it, because if you have pets it will start to stink.
Keep clutter off your bed and DIRTY CLOTHES IN THE HAMPER. I don’t care if you need 3 hampers, idc if you need 3 hampers for dirty clothes and 2 for clean clothes, just KEEP THEM OFF THE FLOOR.
Play some chill music while you just hanging out. Light your candles, sit back, and enjoy your beautiful chill room.

His || Jungkook || 0.15

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Toon Boom Studio Shading Tutorial

So a while ago, I figured out a way to add shading to animations in Toon Boom Studio (something that I thought wasn’t possible for a really long time lmao). Since others were interested in how I went about this, I decided to put together this quick, simple tutorial on my process!

Here I have my lineart finished and I’m ready to start shading. First, make sure you select the Pencil Tool (This won’t work right if you use the Brush Tool).

Next, make a new color swatch in the Colour Palette. I usually name the color “Shading” so I can find it easier. Click on the little rainbow circle while the new swatch is selected to edit the color.

A new window will pop up that lets you change and edit the color. For this, you can pick any color, it doesn’t really matter. It just needs to be something easily visible in your drawings.

I then draw in where the shading will go~

Here I’ve drawn in the markings using the same method. This helps keep the lineart clean since we’re working on the same layer. Once you’re all set, you can start filling in the colors of the character. I’ve made new color swatches of a darker version of each of the character’s colors for the shaded areas. 

To get rid of the lines, just select the color swatch you used to draw the shading lines and marking lines with, open the Colour Picker menu again, then turn the Alpha all the way down to zero.

Ta-da! The lines are gone and you’re character is all shaded!  :D Hope this is helpful!

—Morning After, touken headcanon/fic  ƸӜƷ

Summary: the morning after, chapter 125. Mini fic/headcanon.

Again, another mini fic/headcanon! you can read the rest of my headcanons/mini fics here, I hope you guys enjoy this ♡ let’s cry together because this is real and canon :’)



His scars tell a story.

Touka reads it with her fingers, nails softly outlining the marks tracing the shape of his bare shoulder, fingertips floating just above his skin and her touch feels so tender, so ethereal… almost as if she wasn’t touching him at all. His wounds tell a story she has learned to memorize over the years, the story of a boy with a broken heart trying to find someone willing to mend it. She can find herself on his marks as well, fingers tracing the spot she had bitten many years ago, she can read their story on his skin just by touching him, she can remember, and feel, and love… it’s all there, right in front of her.

The morning sunlight feels like golden rain caressing his features, and her hand suddenly stops when it reaches his lips, softly parted and breathing life. Her fingertip caresses his lower lip, his chin, the rosy tone of his cheekbones… Touka can’t help but smile a little, heart fluttering furiously.

“Kaneki,” she whispers.

He stays the same, with his arm under her head and the other weekly wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him. She smiles softly, head popping up on one hand as she leans closer to his face, lips brushing his cheeks.

“Kaneki,” she repeats, her breath tickling his skin.

His eyebrows frown a little, babbling.

“Mmrphh…”

“Wake up,” she mutters, spreading kisses across his face, ending at the corner of his lips.

He grimaces again, readjusting the grip of his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

“W-Why…”

Touka sighs, going back to her old position and landing her gaze to the only window inside that building.

“Because,” she says, resting her head against his arm. “It’s already morning. We have to go back.”

He nods, lazily, but doesn’t make an attempt to get up or even open his eyes. He stays like that, breathing slowly, and Touka doesn’t think she has ever seen something as peaceful as this. Her hand reaches out to touch his hair, brushing it slightly, his lips drawing out a sluggish smile that makes her heart stop.

“Kaneki.”

His eyes open drowsily, smiling at her, and Touka can’t help but smile back, her face burning and not because of the sun brightening the walls. Kaneki takes her hand, holding it against his cheek, letting out a deep sigh.

“Just one more minute.”

She lets him stay like this for a while until her back starts to sore and she has to sit on the floor, stretching her neck and arms, making a disgusted face. Damn floor. Her hands reach out for her shirt, undoing the buttons, and her eyes flicker when she feels Kaneki’s fingers touch her back, tracing a small pattern on her skin. So he is awake, after all. Touka takes a deep breath, trying to concentrate on what she’s doing, not being truly able to hold back the feelings that curse through her body whenever he touches her. Is it… always this way? Will it always be like this? Not that she complains, of course, but still—

“Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” she asks, putting her shirt on as she peers down at him, he has his eyes open. He’s staring at her back like she’s some kind of nude goddess. She tries to remain calm. “The floor isn’t particularly warm, you know.”

She adjusts her sleeves, leaving the shirt open, and suddenly Kaneki’s body raises from the ground. He settles by her side, yawning, and leans to rest his head against her legs in a fetal position.

“Now I’m fine,” he says, closing his eyes again. “But you are right. We should… uh, get a bed. N-Next time, I mean.”

“Next time?”

He bites back a mischevious smile, cheeks burning brighter than the sun.

Touka stares at him in silence, she can’t breathe properly yet, probably she never will, but she smiles at knowing that she’s the only one who gets to see him this way. Smiling, sleepy, drowsily resting his head against her thighs to find warmth, wrapping an arm around her leg, desperate for the slightest of her touches.

The only one.

She’s the only one.

Touka’s hands dance through his hair, trembling softly, and she can spot a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips. They’re so close, so close, and there’s nothing around them that can tear her away from him. Not anymore, not unless she allows it. And she won’t. Not now, not ever.

“Kaneki…”

“Mmmh?”

The fact that he isn’t looking at her makes the whole situation less embarrassing. It makes her brave, somehow, to ask.

“Was that—“ she begins, a bit unsure. “Was that your first kiss?”

He sighs in response, eyes still closed.

“No. I’ve been practicing on random strangers for a while now,” he grins, wild hair spread all across her legs, lips smiling at the stupid joke. “Yes. That was my first kiss.”

Her heart pounds, sending shivers down her spine.

“Mine too,” her voice comes lower than usual, almost as if she’s speaking to herself, but Kaneki is not deaf to her words anymore, and he listens, every single one of them.

He smiles softly. He’s been smiling since he woke up and she suspects he will keep doing it for a while. His hand takes hers, their fingers intertwine, he keeps pretending a fake sleep and Touka allows him to stay this way a bit more, Touka and Kaneki are silent for a long while, listening to the wind, feeling their throbbing hearts through the connection of their fingers, feeling each other even with their eyes closed.

It’s not that their bodies are naked or that he’s resting against her legs, but the moment is filled with an intimacy that Touka knows she has never shared with Kaneki before. She keeps stroking his hair, fingers humming a soft lullaby against his skin. He’s awake, he’s alive between her arms, he’s alive when she leans her lips against his and brushes them slightly, when her hands rest against his chest, burning his skin; he’s alive when he sits up, staring at her mesmerizing beauty, her shirt open and poorly covering her nudity, the fabric sliding off her shoulder, exposing her collarbone and everything else that he considers being more than perfect. He holds his breath, unable to breathe, his hand reaches out to her messy morning hair, making it look even crazier. She giggles, trying to stop him, but he leans against her lips and Touka feels like this kiss will last forever.

She lets him, even if they are in a hurry and they should probably be leaving this building by now… Touka lets him, closing her eyes, offering him all that she has, all that she is. Kaneki kisses her, not caring about time or anything else as his lips travel down her neck, hands getting rid of her shirt.

Touka sighs, arms enveloping his neck once more, her heart allowing him to do whatever the hell he wants with her.

They have this.

They have each other.

They have enough.

K But What If…

Michael didn’t forgive Jeremy?

I know it’s a hard thing to think about. Because Michael is always there for Jeremy and would go to the ends of the earth for him. And he freaking loves him!!!

But what if the whole thing made him realize that being with Jeremy was bad? Not to mention his self-esteem is really low after what happened. Thinking Jeremy didn’t need him.

It starts off slow, Michael and Jeremy only hanging out every once in awhile, then Michael stops texting him, stops hanging out, stops talking at school, till Jeremy just never sees Michael at school anymore.

When Jeremy goes out of his way to confront Michael, saying that he was sorry. That he shouldn’t have let the Squip take advantage of him, Michael just snaps.

“Last time I checked Jeremy, it was YOUR decision to get rid of me. And YOU said the Squip was off that night. You can’t blame it all on the Squip. Jer, I wanted to be there for you. But I don’t think there is a place for me in your future. Go be with Christine. Be popular. Like you always wanted to be.”

“You hurt me. Jer. I can’t handle it. All I can think is to that night. All I can think is back to when I was looking straight at you. But you couldn’t see me. You didn’t want to.”

“… You know, I was actually in love with you. I looked at you and I saw the world. I was willing to do everything and anything for you. But now I just look at you and I think of all the bad parts about myself. Like how much of a loser I am, and how I’m just… forgotten. I can’t live like that.”

“I’m gone Jer. I can’t be your best friend Michael anymore. Not your player 2. You threw of that all away. Maybe life is a one-player game, and I need to learn how to play it. Bye Jeremy.”

And he does leave.

Jeremy just feels insanely guilty about it. Doesn’t think he deserves Michael as a friend. So he just leaves him alone.

But one day Michael apparently was driving while high and gets into an accident. Jeremy is Michael’s emergency contact.

When Jeremy gets there it’s revealed Michael didn’t suffer a lot of damage. And he is a-okay.

When Michael sees Jeremy. Jeremy almost expects him to be happy. But Michael just asks why he is there. Jeremy soon is crying, and he tells Michael how scared he was. He also tells Michael that he can’t imagine a life without him.

“Well, you seemed to have when you had the Squip.”

“That was then, this is now. I don’t care what you say. But I’m going to make things right! I’m going to make sure you know now how much I care, and fuck it, I’m going to make you fall in love with me again and this time you won’t regret it.”

“… Good luck with that.”

It takes a long time.

Like, a really long time.

Michael at first doesn’t really see the point. He is just really unmotivated. He just thinks that Jeremy is doing it outta guilt.

Jeremy just does his hardest to make Michael happy. All that his effort really gets is a small smile that never reaches his eyes. But it starts to get better with a laugh at a joke, a bigger smile, conversations, playing video games.

It takes so long for Michael to even consider Jeremy a friend again. Even longer for him to be okay with the nickname “Player 1”. But during this time, Jeremy ends up falling hard for Micheal. Seeing how much Jeremy cares for him, and how much Jeremy missed a lot of things about Michael like his jokes and his quirks. All of those take months to come back.

For the longest time as well, Michael tries to not have feelings for Jeremy. Convincing himself not to get himself hurt. But Jeremy about a year later decides to confess, leading Michael to tell him about himself forcing to not have feelings for him.

Jeremy convinces Michael to start going out with him. And Jeremy just showers all the love he can give. Hugging Michael, kissing his cheek.

It isn’t until one night when they finally beat Apocalypse of the Damned. Jeremy celebrates right off the bat. Jumping from the beanbag and doing a joyful dance. Smiling and laughing, Michael can’t seem to take his eyes off of him and Jeremy just grins at him. And Michael just feels his heart flutter for the first time in year and a half.

Michael jumps up as well and ends up pulling Jeremy into a kiss. And sure, there is still a lot of bad days for both of them. But they work hard together and live a happy life together

The Fucking End

Industrial Piercing.

I got mine done 6 weeks ago on Sunday so I thought I would throw some tips out there for people because I always see people asking in that tag.

1. Does it hurt to get done? No, not at all. I barely felt it, it felt a little tight while they put the bar in but the actual piercing was a 3 out of 10.

2. What’s the proper way to clean it? I soaked it for 10 minutes every day for the first 4 weeks. I never slacked once. Now i have purchased the h2Ocean spray. I use that all the time but I still soak it at least 2-3 times a week. Qtips are your friends. Also, do soak it. Please. The spray doesn’t always clean everything.

3. The worst time was about 2 weeks after. It got infected and throbbed for a day but I repeat, soaking clears it right up.

4. I did dye my hair for the first time last week. My stylist kept hitting it, that hurt. It’s fine but soak it after. I’ll keep telling you to soak it cause it works.

5. It hurts like a mother fucking bitch when you bang it. Six weeks later and it still hurts. Like holy fuck. I never remember it’s there until I stupidly tuck my hair behind my ear.

6. How long before you can sleep on your side? I started to now, six weeks later. I have a really soft pillow though and I think that’s key. The softer the better.

7. The bar slides. I panicked because it slid down and the piercer gave me a long bar to allow for swelling. Well I panicked because what if I hit it and it swells? There’s no room. Doesn’t matter, the minute it drops means it’s healing. I haven’t had issues with it touching my ear at all. Just SOAK IT IF IT GETS INFECTED.

8. Also tea tree oil works well to get rid of infections. I’ve only had to use it once. Don’t use it on a regular basis.

9. If you have always wondered about getting it done but are scared of taking care of it, just get it done. The cleaning isn’t so bad, trust me. You get used to it awful quick and it looks cute as fck.

If anyone else has any other questions just let me know.

*** I use a pretty simple soak mixture: 1 cup water and ¼ tsp non iodized salt (kosher works). I boil the water, add the salt, wait for it to cool, stir it up and soak it. I use a measuring cup and lay on the floor…. It’s worked the best for me with minimal spillage.
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SHINee in the mafia

Onew:

•  the one who runs everything behind closed doors, the secret leader.
•  He’s basically a myth and no one knows if he’s real or not, you probably won’t hear from him unless you’re about to get your neck snapped.
•  Revenge is his middle name and he takes everything personally, esp if it’s about the boys.
•  Doesn’t even need guns or any sort of weapons, his hands will got the job done.
•  Won’t take orders from anybody but he cares for his boys, so they’ll always come first.

Jonghyun: 

•  the playboy who’s always looking for a fight.
•  He’s been too spoiled by his seniors but he’s earned his role so he’s happy, until someone underestimates him….he can use those short legs to his advantage.
•  Is always carrying some sort of knife in his hand and playing with it, winking at whoever is gawking at him.
•  he’ll seduce anyone if there’s gain, and he enjoys it too.
•  probably hates watching interrogations bc he’ll end up stepping in and putting an end to the violence. (a soft man)

Key:

•  the one who calls the shots, literally.
•  leads every sort of invasion and handles every deal made with their allies/enemies. 
•  you know he’s planning something bad when you see him smirking and conversing with jjong. 
•  gets rid of all the evidence that could incriminate them, esp Taemin’s since he’s always making a mess, but he loves that boy to death. 
•  could camouflage himself very well, and he’s got the police wrapped around his pinky.

Minho: 

•  the leader- on the outside, at least.
•  he’s got a soft heart despite what he says, so he lets Jinki take care of business while he maintains a scary and intimidating image to people who don’t know him. 
•  handles all the money and investments, and owns hella strip clubs and bars across the country.
•  probably fell in love with the wrong person more than once so he’s a mess, though he doesn’t show it.
•  takes expensive trips to private islands and mysteriously disappears for a week or two before returning. 

Taemin: 

•  works undercover for the police. 
•  has a tragic back story of when the mafia destroyed his whole family, and so he joins them later on, planning on taking down every last one of them. 
•  he’d probably get too attached as the years go by, since they really treat him like family. 
•  leaves evidence for the police to find instead of outing them himself, bc he doesn’t have the heart to have them find out that he was a spy the whole time. 
•  ends up taking their side and telling them everything, but he’ll find out that it was a mistake.  

Originally posted by meanyoongis

A Step Back

Originally posted by welldonezico

(gif cr; respectful owner)

a/n; just something I thought of while tidying my room,,, 

Word Count; 1,253

Zico x Reader - A/F


“Jiho, can I ask you one question?” You urged breaking the gloomy silence that loomed over you.

“Y/n, I’m working.” He replied hastily, not looking away from the screen that illuminated his face.

“I know, but you said I could only bother you if it was important!” You said, trying not to get upset over him ignoring you.

“Is it important?” He questioned, writing down notes in the tattered book next to him.

“Maybe?” You shrugged, not really knowing if it was.

“Okay, hurry up!” He demanded, getting annoyed at your disturbance.

“Are we dating?” You asked while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, away from your face.

“Yes, now let me work!” He ushered, putting his pen down and focusing back on the screen.

“But -”

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Kidnapped

Request: “Can you an imagine where the reader and Harry (Hook) get into a fight and after the reader storms out she gets kidnapped or hurt by someone who has a grudge against Harry and it ends in fluff (Also I love your writing).”

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: Arguing, profanity, a bit of angst, and mentions of torture

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

“Leave me alone don’t touch me!” You yelled at your boyfriend Harry.

You both were currently arguing over the fact that you had caught him looking at another girl. You had all the right to be mad because he had no right to do that. You were his girlfriend and he needed to show some respect

“I can’t look at other people now?” Harry exclaimed.

“No not like that! Your fucking eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. I’m surprised you didn’t drool.” You spat as you hit him in the chest and tried to walk away.

Harry grabbed your arm forcefully causing you to stumble back. His grip was so tight that you could feel your arm bruising already.

“Harry what the hell let me go.” You said trying to squirm out of his grip but it wouldn’t budge.

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2x13 “Houses of the Holy” // 5x01 “Sympathy for the Devil”
5x10 “Abandon All Hope” // 5x18 “Point of No Return”
5x22 “Lucifer Rising” // 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (with You)”

“You’re Chosen…” - Dean Winchester as Michael’s Vessel and the Thing about the Colt

“There was a gun that won the west. There was a man among the best. The fastest gun or man alive. A lightning bolt when he shot that Colt.”

- Lucifer in 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (with You)

So after this episode I just felt the need to make a gifset on Dean’s ties to Michael as well as the Colt, because in this week’s episode both of these themes were directly brought together by the visual of Mary retrieving the Colt from a safe hidden behind the famous painting of Michael striking down Lucifer. And while I have little faith that the show will truly let Dean play an integral role as the one who is Michael’s vessel and should be perfectly able to wield the lance to get rid of Lucifer once and for all and rather think the possession allusions surrounding Mary may frame her possibly being the one heavily involved here , I keep holding on to a tiny bit of hope that probably is ridiculous to hold on to. But what can I say? Dean picking up the lance and taking it with him at least left room for possibility.

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anonymous asked:

I'm lost xS can you do a quick summary of Dt Flug's past please? ;-;

Okay let me summarize Dr. Flug’s past AU so far here so bare with my english;;;

In the past, Dr. Flug was once a hero(in a different alias) who flew the skies, a support hero that helps his fellow heroes and people.

But his teammates betrayed him and wanted to get rid of him so they planted a bomb on his plane and thought that they have got rid of him but he survived the blast and crash.

Vent on revenge, he recovers and dropped his own identity and became ‘Dr. Slys’ a weapon supplier and dealer to villains all around the world, making the heroes have a very hard time dealing with the villains.

Along the way, he had to get rid those traitors who have betrayed him. As you can see here.

He became one of the big shots in the criminal world. Then this got the attention of the one and only Black Hat.

I will say that Black Hat wants to have a business with him, to become his personal inventor. You know the rest.

This is so far the quickest summary that I could give you. 

I hate you so much, it must be true love

Murphy x Reader, little bit of Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, some swearing…I am trash…

Summary: After an argument about Pike, you and Bellamy break up. You want to hurt him. When you and Murphy get to talking you two start a love/ hate relationship. Things get heated. Fluff ending.

Ahem….I decided that there was not enough Murphy smut in this world. I’m usually more of a Bellamy girl but…he’s been a little brainwashed shit lately so I got more inspired by Murphy. I’m gonna consider this a oneshot I guess…slight POV change in the middle there. Sorry it’s a long one. I just couldn’t stop myself. Also sorry if it’s not good. It’s my first one and considering it’s mine…ofc it’s smut. :)

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“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” you say turning away from your boyfriend…well…kinda boyfriend. You and Bellamy had been sharing a room for four months now, ever since Clarke left. But sharing a bed was not all that you and Bellamy did at night. Everything was starting to look fine, until now.

“You actually think that this headcase is right? That anything Pike does is for ‘the good of the people’?!” You throw your arms in the air facing Bellamy, anger starting to fuel your actions. “Y/n, the grounders can’t be trusted. You of all people should know that!” “ Oh, don’t you dare bring this up right now!”

You lost your best friend in the ring of fire created to stop the grounder attack. That whole thing was a bit taboo, Bellamy had never even brought it up to you before right now. You felt betrayed by Bellamy. You had loved him, but you could no longer stand by his side with this.

“I’m sorry, but this is the hard truth. The grounders want us dead and if we don’t do something now, they will have their way. Pike understands that, why can’t you?” He crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. You can see that neither of you is going to back down from this.

“Believe me, I understand. But what you’re talking about….it’s bound to start another war. One that we might not be able to survive.” you step closer to him and lower your voice, fighting back the tears. “You’re talking about slaughtering 300 innocent people who were sent here to protect us!” You hear your voice break as a tear sets loose. Neither of you seem to be able to believe what the other is saying. Bellamy raises his voice completely overtaken by his stubbornness.

“Innocent!? Each and every one of these savages is to be blamed for the amount of people we’ve all lost. They started this, Y/n. We’re just going to end it.” Bellamy’s not the man that you thought he was. This proves it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy yells after you as he sees you grab your packed bag and jacket. “I can’t do this anymore, Bell. It’s over and you know it.”

***

It has been a week. You haven’t even talked to Bellamy. You could barely look at his face since the massacre. To you Bellamy had become the monster he’d thought the grounders to be. He’d returned the battle unharmed, that somehow upset you even more. You wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the pain that cursed through your heart and shadowed your mind.

“Why the sad face, Princess?” *ugh* Murphy was the last person you wanted to see. You’d never really talked to Murphy before. Bellamy always told you to stay away from him, that he was a murderer and that you would get hurt…but then again, Bellamy wasn’t here was he? His opinion no longer mattered to you.

“Boy drama.” You were sitting on a cut down log with bottle of whiskey in your hand. You’re guessing you didn’t look so good if even Murphy had noticed. “I see. So things must be going great with Bellamy.” He says with exaggerated sarcasm.

“Well, you could say that. I mean…we broke up about a week ago.” You finally look up at him. He looks disheveled. You all do most of the time. No time to sit in front of a mirror really.

“Eesh, tough luck. Mind if I sit here?” He asks gesturing the makeshift chair. “Sure.” You scoot over a bit to give him some space, and offer him a drink.

“No thanks. Can’t really drown my demons anymore. Those fuckers learned how to swim.” You chuckle a bit. Taking a sip for yourself. “What happened to your arm?” You ask pointing to the bandages on his forearm. “Uhm, dinner tried to eat me first I guess.” He gives you a crooked smile and you smile back. He doesn’t seem half as bad as Bellamy had made him out to be.

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A few days had passed. You enjoyed Murphy’s company though you’d never tell anyone so. You two always bickered and flirted shamelessly.

“Hey, asshole! Has your face always looked this messed up or did you just forget to put on makeup today?” You give him a goofy smile as he gets closer. “Sup, bitch? What are you even doing here, shouldn’t you be workin’ the street corner?” He smiles back at you and you both shake your heads.

“Poor form, but nice try.” “Yeah, I’m not too proud of that one. I’ll keep working on it. You free tonight?” You always hung out in the evening after your shifts so you agreed to do the same tonight.

He made you happy. None of the others approved of your friendship but you didn’t mind basking in your hedonism. Especially because of the way you knew this made Bellamy feel. He hadn’t really stopped caring for you, but atleast he’d stopped his efforts to make contact with you.

Tonight was bonfire night…but something else was different. You sat a lot closer to Murphy. Your voice sounded a lot more sultry. Maybe it was because you could feel Bellamy’s eyes burn holes into your side. But that wasn’t it. You felt weirdly drawn to Murphy. He was smart, and funny. He made you feel safe enough to open up to him. Tell him things about yourself you never even allowed yourself to think of. You seemed to have the same sort of affect on him. Tonight, after a few drinks, your morals had disappeared and lust had settled in.

You dragged him off to a quiet hallway, away from peering eyes. You leaned against a wall and pulled him closer to you. He stared deep into your eyes, glancing at your lips every now and then. He placed a hand on your waist, squeezing a little to bring you closer. He wrapped his other hand in your hair, tugging at the strands as he ground himself against you.

“You want this, Princess?” His hot breath on your face made shivers run down your spine. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and a leg behind his. You kissed him passionately, letting your tongues explore each-others mouths as he lifted your leg higher around his waist so you could feel his erection grind against you through the unnecessary layers of clothing.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss. He looks at you with a confused yet determined look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I just-” you gasp as he starts kissing your neck, definitely leaving marks for later. It feels so good so you urge him not to stop as you talk.

“I need you to remember, that I still hate you. This-this is just a momentary lapse of weakness brought on by involuntary abstinence. And I can’t do this if you feel something else or whatever. So I must ask. Do you hate me?” He stops for a little bit to look you in the eyes. His eyes seem darker, more focused. He clenches his jaw and shifts his eyes for a second. “Yea, sure.”

You didn’t really believe him but you also didn’t really care. You had never been too great with emotions but you could see he was a little scolded. But right now your brain had no power. Your body wanted him, and he wanted you.

“Then hell yea I want this.” That was the last coherent sentence you spoke. You pulled on his hair as he disheveled yours. The only thing cooling you down was the cold metal you were pinned up against.

***

Bellamy’s POV

He’d been drinking all night like everyone else. He needed a drink after seeing Y/n drape herself all over Murphy’s lap. He still cared for her, but he wasn’t sure if she cared for him. Maybe she was just trying to make him jealous. Maybe there was still hope for them.

He said goodnight to the rest of the guard and stumbled over to the Ark. He was heading down the halls when he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/n and Murphy tangled up against a wall. Murphy seemed to notice him standing there but all he did was pull away from the kiss to give Bellamy a crooked smile before grabbing Y/n’s breast, kneading it in his hands as she moaned in his ear and sloppily kissed her neck.

Bellamy couldn’t take this. He practically ran back to the bonfire. He needed a few dozen more drinks before he could let himself think again.

***

Y/n’s POV

You’re still slightly intoxicated, yet everything seems much clearer. Murphy’s kissing your neck, sucking and biting at all the right places. You moan louder than you wanted to. You plead for Murphy to take you to your room.

When you somehow finally get there Murphy picks you up. You’re straddling him and kissing him while he kicks the door closed. You help him shrug off his jacket and do the same with your own. You’re tugging at his shirt as you try to get rid of yours. Once you succeed you find yourself on the bed. Frantically kissing him as he swiftly removes his shirt.

Your bodies are tightly pressed against each-other. His hands are roaming your body as you try to make the most of what he’s allowing you to move. He starts kissing down your jaw, your neck, stopping to suck and nibble at your nipples, kneading your breast with one hand. Then continues kissing your stomach, all the way down to your aching core. He strips you of your pants and underwear, kissing your inner thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he licks straight over your wet heat.

“All ready for me aren’t you?” He asks you meeting your gaze. You can’t help but stare. He looks so hot between your legs. “Yes-yes, Murphy. Gosh, just fuck me already!” “Impatient little doll. I promise you, I’ll make this worth your while.” And oh was he right. He shifts his focus from your eyes back to your core. He’s like Picasso with his tongue. He makes you grab the sheets in a pathetic attempt to steady yourself as you unravel and let out moans, screams and cusses of his name. Once he’s done you’ve already become a panting mess. He wipes your fluids off his chin and smirks at you.

“You were right, totally worth it!” You smile at him as gets up on his knees in front of you. “I’m always right.” “So you are.” You lift yourself off the bed to place sloppy kisses to his abdomen. You run your hands up the middle of his chest and down his sides, settling them on his belt. You keep kissing his hip bones and his small happy trail as you undo his belt and zipper. He helps you slide off his pants, his eyes glued to your every motion. You kiss the fabric that covers his erection. “Do you want me? Say you want me.” Your voice is light, yet sultry as ever. He practically groans his answer. “Yes, fuck yes I want you!” He pulls you up to kiss him again.

Soon enough he releases your body just enough that you can start kissing all the way down his neck, shoulders and chest. You take off his underwear and lay a firm grip on his throbbing cock. He throws his head back as you lick a small circle around his tip and pump a few times. He can’t seem to look away and decides to hold back your hair. Barely pushing you in any direction. You take him in your mouth little by little. His groaning, swears and moans of your name getting louder with each pump.

“That’s it, Princess! You’re in trouble now!” He pushes you back on the bed. Kissing you deeply, rubbing small circles around you clit. You’re now begging him for a release again. And he is sure willing to oblige. He pulls away and grabs his cock to guide himself through your entrance. You both groan from pleasure. You nod a little, giving him the ok to start moving. You’re both near your climaxes so his pace quickens. Any attempts of kissing fail because your mouth keeps dragging down his chin with each thrust. But neither of you mind.

He’s holding himself up on one elbow, burying his other hand’s fingers in your hips. You drag your fingernails over his back almost painfully enough to draw blood. This makes him grunt even more, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. You even bite his shoulder a little. His length slightly painful, but all the more enjoyable.

The rest of the world no longer exists. Just you and him. You barely hear the people outside. All you can sense is the sweat, the sound of skin against skin, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You keep working in harmony with his thrusts. Your eyes too intrigued by the movements of his lean muscles to dare close. You glance at the place where your bodies meet and feel yourself unraveling underneath him.

You scream his name into oblivion and his movements become less calculated and more uneven as he comes from the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He moans your name in response as he rides out both of your orgasms. He pulls out soon enough. Both of you panting and unable to speak as he lays beside you. You feel weak and you’re shivering, but not from cold. From absolute extacy.

Once you’ve both regained your composure you curl up to his side. He lifts one of your legs up over him and you place a hand on his chest to draw circles on his skin.

“That was…amazing.” He says smiling at you in the glow of the moonlight shining through the small window. “Yeah, it was. Would love to repeat that sometime soon.” You smile back at him. He kisses your head. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

***

Soon enough you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, until he speaks up again. “I lied earlier.” “What?” You rub your eyes a little until you can clearly see the guilty look on his face as he stares at the ceiling.

“What are you talking about?” He licks over his lips and looks at you. “Earlier, when I said that I hated you…I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m sorry but, you’re actually one of the few people I like in this hellhole. The only person, to be exact.”

You just keep smiling at him. “I know.” “Wha- but you said…” He looks at you with the same confused look from earlier, except this one isn’t shadowed by lust, it’s shaded by hope. “I know what I said. And I lied too. I actually like you too.” You kiss him for reassurance, before turning over and tugging him to spoon you. You’re both fading to sleep as you hear him mumble.

“Thank god.”

Cure for the Ache

Summary: Sam has the perfect remedy for the reader’s hangover headache. 
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count:700 
Warnings: Light smut. 
Challenge: SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 1. 

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anonymous asked:

Lotor may trust his Generals but not necessarily care for them. He is known to use people for his own agendas. Why would he blame Acxa for failing to stop Voltron when all she was doing was following his orders down to the last detail? That in itself gives a clue to how Lotor really sees his Generals. He trusts them sure but he also kind of manipulates them. He makes them believe his duplicitousness is ok and that he should never be held accountable for his mistakes.

I’m not really sure where you read that, and I’m not saying that to be argumentative, I’m saying that because I genuinely don’t get that impression anywhere in Lotor’s behavior.

We see Lotor discussing, with the team, exactly how he engages with the main empire and how he manipulates people like Throk. They’re the people he discusses his real feelings with behind Throk’s back.

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anonymous asked:

what would you do to fix spottedleaf's character without getting rid of her entirely?

not have her involved w firestar at all. she’s a prodigy (like how she was first introduced), she excelled at her training and was made the youngest med cat that the clans can remember. she’s incredibly smart and dedicated to her job, and has no time for apprentices that are fawning over her and taking up space in her med cat den. 

let redtail be firestar’s starclan guide, who helps him solve his murder and bring him to justice. redtail stops guiding firestar once he receives his nine lives (as bluestar and yellowfang are the ones who take over) 

Behold French!Graves

Or, that one AU in which Grindelwald erased Graves’ memories and dumped him in Europe, leaving him alone to rebuild his life from scratch. Everyone believes him dead. Newt and Credence run into him in France by accident. 


They’d been staying in Paris for a couple of days, trying to find the wizard Newt was searching for. Another supposed expert when it came to magical beasts. Newt absolutely wanted to talk with him about the Beast of the Gévaudan, and other legendary creatures he’d heard originated from France.

There were staying at a Hotel in separate rooms, a cheap but nice place to be with everything they needed. America was far behind, now. It had been two years since the debacle with the Obscurus in New York, and a year and 9 months since Newt Scamander found Credence residing in his suitcase, occupying the freezing landscape in his Obscurus form.

He’d taken Credence with him, refusing to tell anyone about his discovery, and offered to teach Credence magic. With Newt at his side, Credence had grown. He’d learned to raise his head higher when he talked, had learned to be more confident when he expressed his opinions, had learned to say what he liked and disliked and most of all, he’d learned to control the dark force within him and now managed to do actual magic. Sure, there was still a lot to accomplish yet, but Credence was a far cry from what he’d been a few years ago. He’d let his hair grow as well, getting rid once and for all of the horrible haircut Mary Lou gave him. It was still short but it curled around a bit, giving his face a gentleness he thought didn’t resemble him.

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Request: Quiet

Request: Could you write one with dean x reader and he gets the reader pregnant but she’s not quite 18 yet?

Word Count: 1,504

I suppose teenage pregnancy is a warning? If it’s going to bother you, maybe steer clear. Much love<3

You were just a week past your tenth birthday when you killed your first vampire. You’ll never forget the moment as long as you live – you weren’t supposed to follow your parents into the woods, nor were you supposed to have a weapon on you. But curiosity got the best of you, and you ended up traipsing through the undergrowth with all the stealth of an elephant.

It popped out on you – before you even had time to scream, you’d been tackled to the ground, and yet you still managed to keep hold of your knife. It was the only thing you knew – like an iron grip on its handle could keep you tethered to the Earth, protected from the razor-like fangs scraping at your throat. Your blood was nothing but adrenaline, and your thoughts were more like impulses – next thing you knew, the vampire was slumped on top of you and your father was dragging you to your feet, yelling but grinning with pride.

It’s not the moment that has imprinted on your memory so much as the fear – since that day, you vowed never to be so afraid again. Not when your parents died, not when you just barely slipped beyond the threshold of life and death, not even when Lucifer himself was stood over you. Nothing has managed to surpass that moment – until now.

“Y/N? Everything alright in there?” Dean’s voice comes from outside the pokey little bathroom, of which you’re perched on the edge of the bath that’s more like an enlarged sink.

“Fine! Just washing my face, give me a minute.” You reply, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice as you force yourself to stand on shaking legs, and shove the tiny white stick into your pocket, well-hidden from the eyes of either bother, however observant.

Dean seems to be appeased by that, much to your relief, and after a moment you hear his footsteps creaking back across the rickety floorboards. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and cling to the sink for balance, as you look at your grey-tinted face in the mirror, red-rimmed eyes laden with dark circles. You known something was up, and this was a last-ditch attempt to avoid calling for an angel.

Pregnant. It hadn’t been planned – that’s for sure. You and Dean… not a mistake. That’s not what it was, what it is. But he’s older, and you’re not even eighteen yet – despite having the maturity of an adult, thanks to the life you had growing up – and you just know that he’s going to completely freak when he finds out. If. When.

For the first time in a long time, you’re genuinely fearful of what the future holds.

***

It’s quiet in the motel room, the silence broken only by the breathing of the two brothers, slept in the beds beside you – you’d crept out of Dean’s hold just a few minutes ago, a short enough amount of time that the air is still chilled on your skin, despite the hoodie you’ve huddled yourself into.

This is the easiest, and the most painless – what Dean doesn’t know isn’t going to hurt him. What the rest of the world doesn’t know won’t hurt him. You’ve survived on your own before, and you can do it again, as much as the thought tears your heart in two.

You carefully tuck your jeans into the bag, your hand ghosting over the lump of plastic in the pocket: the one that sealed your fate; that made this decision for you. After a moment of hesitation, you zip the bag up, and pull it onto your shoulder – only for Dean to shift and groan, prising one eye open and looking up at you in the darkness.

“Y/N?” He rasps, frowning – his eyes catch the reflection of the sodium orange glow outside and meet yours. You flinch, unable to hold his gaze.

“Go back to sleep, Dean. Nothing to worry about.” You try to reassure him – if you can get him to go back to sleep before he wakes fully and realises what’s going on, you still stand a chance of getting out of here without any problems.

He obviously thinks about it, then sits up a little more, “Is that your bag?”

“I was just-“

“Y/N, are you leaving?” He hisses, sparing a glance to his brother, who sleeps as soundly as ever, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” You hiss, “Sleep, Dean, really.”

“You can’t lie to a liar, Y/N.” He’s up and out of the bed before you can think twice, looking you over – from your hoodie to your shoes, to the absence of everything you own from where it had been discarded around the room, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You try being authoritative, but he isn’t buying it, “I just needed some air.”

“With all your stuff?”

“Yes.” You don’t see any other way out of this, and he narrows his eyes at you.

“Alright then, we’ll go together.” He says, reaching out and taking your hand in his. After a few moments, you have to concede and admit defeat, giving a small nod and following him into the cold night air. It raises goosebumps on your skin, but you don’t let it show, remaining by Dean’s side for a few moments.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks softly after a few moments, watching you closely, “You’ve barely spoken to me or Sam in a couple of days, you wouldn’t go out with us last night, and you’re acting like hunting is the last thing in the world you want to do.”

“It is.”

“Is it some kind of… identity crisis? You don’t want to hunt anymore? You’re young, Y/N, you can get out, there’s still time.” Immediately, he begins mentally running through possibilities, ways to keep you safe once you’re gone, “You know we’re with you, whatever you-“

“It’s not that.” You interrupt, rubbing your hands over your face impatiently, “It’s going to be you wanting rid of me soon, anyway. Stop acting like the saint in all of this.”

“You know I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You can tell he’s starting to get frustrated and anxious – you don’t blame him. You just wish you’d been able to get away before he’d managed to question it.

“You don’t need an idea. You just need to let me go.” You inform him, forcing yourself to turn and meet his eyes, “I’m fine, Dean. I will be. You just need to let me leave.”

“Not until I know what’s going on with you.”

“It’s none of your business.” Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is.

“I don’t care.” He reaches out, taking your hand in both of his, “Listen to me, Y/N. These last few months… they’ve been great. You’re great. And I know it’s less than conventional, but what is?”

“Stop talking.”

“Why?! You’re acting like something horrible is about to happen!” He insists, squeezing your hand, “Y/N, please, I’m begging you here. Stop freaking me out – whatever is it, we’ll muddle through together, just like always.”

“I’m pregnant.” No point sugarcoating it – might as well let him push you away and be done with it now. He pauses, frozen by your confession for a few moments.

“Don’t joke.”

“I’m not.” You deadpan, pulling your hand away from his and folding your arms over your chest, “See? I told you, you wouldn’t like it.”

“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, “Y/N… you… you didn’t tell me. This is my business, for crying out loud. I’ve ruined your life.”

“Here you go again! Ever the martyr! It’s nothing to do with you if I say it is.” You snap, “Look, you haven’t ruined anything that wasn’t ruined anyway.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Why? You did.” You step back from him, “Look, Dean, if you have an issue, I’ll go. I’ll stay with Bobby until I can figure out something safe, and then… I don’t know. But I’ll figure it out.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growls, stepping closer, “You’re my problem, Y/N. You’re my business. I want you to be my business.” He reaches out, offering his hands to you, “Listen. Really listen. I get that this isn’t… normal. By any standard. And if you want to go, I’m not going to stop you.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to leave you, or Sam.” You confess, the fear returning in a great wave, “I’m scared, Dean. It’s new and scary and big and I don’t want to do it on my own.”

“You don’t have to. You never have to.” He promises, watching as you place your hands in his so be can pull you closer and press an affectionate kiss to your brow, “We’ve been in this together. Right from day one, and until you say otherwise, alright? As much as it terrifies me, I love you, and this baby… it’s just another hurdle. A hurdle we can pass, because we’re together.”

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