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things i associate with mbti types

enfp: a balloon blowing on the wind, the moment right before a hug, popping bubbles, reading a book while sitting next to your friend, sunshowers, superman ice cream, graffiti, hot air balloons, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, hot wax, your best friend’s laugh, a sugar rush, confetti that looks like tiny stars

enfj: getting someone else’s lipstick on your lips, revenge, neon lights, mystery flavored lollipops, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can’t help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug, smiles that show all your teeth

infj: libraries, abstract art, looking up at a full moon, quotes, loneliness, a rainbow through a prism, the aurora, instagramming your starbucks, the way fairy lights look like stars, optical illusions, the vastness of the universe, almost touching, a message in a bottle, walking through the snow, spiral staircases, trompe l’oeil, waterfall mist, echoes

infp: dragonfly wings, a wildflower field, random acts of kindness, watercolors, tears that burn your eyes, diaries, a messy room, a tea kettle shrieking, falling asleep in a hammock, the first day of spring, blanket forts, climbing vines, braids, dewy grass, tree houses, laying on a field and looking at the clouds, sun over an open field

intp: puzzles, light shining through blinds, braille, lightning, tide pools, typewriters, white bedsheets, windowless hallways, waking up before dawn, old maps, writing late at night, blowing glass, warning signs, street musicians, crisp suits, the subway, mathematical formulas, broken fingernails, making music with wine glasses

intj: red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements,  blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate

entj: dark chocolate syrup, memorizing equations, skylights, thick makeup, constellations, feeling invincible, city nightlife, falling from the roof of a building, balancing on a tightrope, the golden gate bridge, kissing someone’s shoulders, loud voices, screaming for no reason, sharp teeth, old churches, brain scans

entp: wildfire, writing words on a bathroom stall, lighting a match, wind-blown hair, staying awake for too long, counting lane dividers as you pass by, wandering through the woods, staring contests, the light changing your skin color, fences, a blank sketchbook, people-watching, leathery hands, running through an alleyway, blowing a fuse

estp: blurring lights, going over the speed limit, the feeling in your stomach when you go upside down, jumping over a waterfall, drinking straight from the bottle, being on a roller coaster, belting your favorite song, late nights, one-night stands, movie theatres, parties full of strangers, forbidden books, blacklight posters, duct tape, fluorescent bulbs

esfp: unwrapping a present, a sparkle, hot soup, bubblegum, laughing with your friends, a spinning carousel, hickeys, strobe lights, a hershey’s kiss, songs on repeat, jumping into cold water on a hot day, burning your hand, the thrill of being onstage, dramatic entrances, spinning until you get dizzy, rainbows on a cloudy day

isfp: a flock of birds, blowing bubbles, cigarette smoke, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, doodling, the night sky, a picture of a nebula, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality

istp: a stormy ocean, skydiving, cracking your knuckles, shaking a soda, looking down from a height, salt plains, limestone, sand on a wooden floor, bioluminescence, clutching something so tightly your knuckles turn white, throwing off your hat, a cloudy sky, tinted windows, skipping class, seeing your reflection in metal, breaking glass, dry ice

istj: graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, punching a mirror, hammering a nail into place, ice water, machinery, boiling oil, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights

isfj: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly’s wing, rocks in a stream

esfj: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing at a crosswalk, tile floors, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children’s laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch

estj: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines, cracked pavement, the world through clear glass

You know those cutesy embroidery-looking graphics with, like, a butterfly saying “Be a bitch” or “Never Apologize” in cursive letters? (and the butterflies and flowers with faces and pastel colors are supposed to show that these are messages for women, only somehow that isn’t sexist)? They show up a lot on certain pop feminist blogs and they’ve always bugged me.

Anyway, I kind of want to do a series of opposite graphics. Like, a really metal looking t-rex saying in spiky, blood-dripping letters “Be polite to all you interact with” or a flaming shark saying “err on the side of apologizing if you think you may have hurt someone.” Fuck the “cutesy aggression” aesthetic. I want snarling, badass, compassionate etiquette.

Abandoned by Disney

(warning: very long story)

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

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Xeno - 1

Plot: The best part about being an assistant in a lab was watching all new inventions come to life, although sometimes some of them fail, leaving them away in a storage room, never to be bothered with; free for the taking.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader | Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Futuristic au!

Notes: It’s finally here after a week of storyboarding! I really hope you enjoy this series. And I suggest all you first time viewers to read the prologue before this. It’ll give ye a bit of context. Thank you for the support <3 2k words

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“Take him?” You asked yourself, as if you were assuring yourself this was the right choice.

Fuck it.

You waved your digital ID before the scanner, and the light flashed green before the glass doors opened up. A blast of cold air made your hair flutter slightly, as you were finally met with the experiment – a human? You were going to assume that, considering he was being pumped with elixir, which was what kept him healthy and alive.

Now the hardest part – getting him out of the lab.

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For @butteredonions who’s been having quite a hectic week, and then got injured on top of it. Hope this helps a little ~ 

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Shiro’s walking through the dining hall when he hears a magnificent crash.

He freezes in place immediately. The noise had sounded like it came from the kitchen, and sure enough five ticks later he hears a loud, “Aw, quiznak!” from the hall leading to it. It sounds like Hunk, which isn’t unusual for this part of the Castle normally…but the crashing certainly is. Hunk takes good care of the kitchen, providing it’s not malfunctioning.

Shiro hesitates for barely a second before heading for the kitchen. Hunk had banned him from being in it while he was cooking ages ago, but, well, it sounds like this could be something of an emergency. 

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ID #99095

Name: Vero
Age: 19
Country: Germany

Hey! I’m a 18 year old German girl but I’m not quite sure what my gender is or my pronouns. I’m also pansexual or maybe a lesbian I’m not too sure about that either. I love meeting new people and traveling. I spent a year in the US and would love someone from there but I’m fine with any other countries as well since I want to see a lot of the world.
I mostly listen to heavy metal but my non fave metal bands are Portugal. The Man, P!atd, fob and MewithoutYou.
I watch pretty much every tv show there is.

Preferences: Anyone from 17-26

D&D 5E NPC - Valentin Vidal - Wood Elf Vocalist

Art by: Indah Siregar

Name: Valentin Vidal
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 8′ / 1.72m  
Age: 113  
Class: Bard (Vocalist)

STAT BLOCK:

Level: 6

AC 13, Hp 33 (6d8 Hit Die), Proficiency +3, Speed 35ft

Alignment: Chaotic Good

languages: Common, Elvish. Gnomish, Halfing

Ability Scores:
Str 10 (+0) Dex 16 (+3) Con 13 (+1) Int 12 (+1) Wis 11 (+0) Cha 19 (+4)

Attacks: Rapier (+6 to hit, 1d8+3 piercing damage)

Spellcasting: 6th level Bard, spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 16, to hit with spell attacks +7)

Spells:
Cantrips (at will): Friends, Minor Illusion, Vicious Mockery,

1st level (4 slots): Charm Person, Dissonant Whispers, Faerie Fire, Tasha’s Hideous Laughter,

2nd level (3 slots): Calm Emotions, Heat Metal, Suggestion,

3rd level (2 slots): Bestow Curse, Fear, Leomund’s Tiny Hut,

Skills: Deception, Perception, Performance, Persuasion,

Equipment: An Explorer's pack, Rapier, Dagger, Mandolin, Bardic costume, A Binder filled with love letters, 40gp, 33sp, 14cp,

Racial Traits: Darkvision (60ft / 18m / 12sqr), Trance (meditate for 4 hours instead of sleep), Fey Ancestry, Mask of the Wild,  

Class Features: Spellcasting, Bardic inspiration (d8), Jack of All Trades, Song of Rest (d6), Bard College (College of Lore), Expertise (Performance), Font of Inspiration,

PERSONALITY:

Valentin Vidal is a Flirty and charming Wood elf singer who never misses a chance to show off his wonderful voice. But he his boastfulness and vanity have a way of upsetting the wrong people.

Ideal: All beautiful people deserve a beautiful song.

Bond: I have spent many an enjoyable moment with  many people but the one person who I want to spent my moments with refuses to see me, one day I’ll prove my worthiness to them.

Flaw: After boasting about my vocal prowess a spiteful witch cursed me. Now everything I say must be in song form. 

I’ll Find My Way Back to You - Bucky Barnes

Request: PLEASE DO A PART TWO [of Forgiveness in Time] WEAR BUCKY “DIES” (requested by @miraisnotavailable)

Summary: The world war was trying to tear you an Bucky apart, but something was always bringing the two of you back together.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,342

Warnings: angssstttttttttttt, also this was kinda edited(?) but i got lazy halfway, soulmates au (kinda)

Parts: Part 1, Part 2

A/N: this is part 2 to an imagine i did a couple days ago, but it could be read as a separate imagine. part 1 in linked above. if you guys wanna request anything, feel free to leave a request in my ask box, not the comments please! thanks so much for all the love and support!!


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True to his word, Bucky spent everyday trying to make it up to you. For the couple of weeks he stayed around camp, he would come visit you, often with a flask of alcohol (the type varies from whatever he can find lying around).

That day, Bucky showed up at your tent with another flask and a smile on his face.

“Knock knock,” Bucky says in a raspy voice. Your heart flutters a little. He must’ve just woken up from a nap but you didn’t care because god, that voice was hot.

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ID #57933

Name: Carina
Age: 16
Country: Germany

When I was 8 years old I met a girl on a playground. We had a lot of fun (apparently I had) so we exchanged a dresseses. I wrote her a letter, but she never replied. Guess she felt a bit pressured by me. Still I am a HUGE fan of snail mail, and I’m searching for a passionate snail mail friend who does reply regular! And likes me, of course. I’m having a “pen pal”, but since it’s a friend from school who does write letters like twice a year it doesn’t really count for me. I’m putting effort in my letters, and respond quick in general. Just in case you fear, I also never blaickmailed someone or came to their house and robbed them. (So far. ;-))
So, here a brief description of myself: First of all I’m a nerd in terms of books, films, shows, and music, plus I’m more on the “dark side” means I’m kinda.. metal, goth, something like that, but I don’t like labels that much so I wouldn’t count myself to a specific scene.
I’m into crossover, like different genres of heavy metal, rock, punk, but I also like the weird stuff, cabaret, some electro swing and stuff. The weirder the better. Some bands I’m currently listening to are Alestorm, Gloryhammer, a lot of Tool, and Grausame Töchter. For books, I read everything I can. I’m almost reading non stop, mostly fiction, sometimes nonfiction and comics. Shows I line are Doctor Who, iZombie, and.. I don’t know really, I’m watching more films at the moment. Horror movies interest me the most currently.
My favorite subjects are biology and philosophy, I have a project book where I write about everything I want to, I write poems (my muse is a girl in my English class who is always eating during the lessons), I’m not doing sports but like to discuss a lot, I’m not a picky eater at all, and I’m drawing and crafting very much but wouldn’t considering me an artist, I don’t like deciding, red hair is my guild pleasure, I love sweets and probably eat to much of them, I’m not afraid of spiders and fascinating by nature (even though I killed a cactus by accident once), I’m vegetarian but wound try to dissect an animal because I’m very curious of everything, I’m having a lot of crushes, I would like to travel but I’m very lazy. How I would describe myself in one word? Wibbly-wobbly. There is way much more about me and I probably forgot the important stuff.

Preferences: I’d like to talk to who people 15-18 years old, one year under or above does not matter that much.
I would like to have snail mail only, since I’m trying to cut down my internet use. But i would like to exchange some messages first before coming to snail mail. I’d prefer if you live in the EU (or near Germany). If you don’t like decorating fancy letters or don’t have any money for small gifts, I don’t mind at all, the content and making the other one happy matters!

Love Letters to Bucky

FIRST FIC IN A WHILE! 

Summary:  The reader decides to do something nice for Bucky and writes a series of cute letters for him. At first, the letters were friendly, but as time progresses and she writes more letters, she discovers that she is in love with the super soldier.

Fluffy/kinda cute/kinda angsty

Reader x Bucky Barnes

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All Would Be Well (WinterIron)

I have this… thing I began to write in a plane and finished to write totally jet-lagged and with a brain not fully online.

As life kinda sucks these last days with all these awful people, I thought that a bit of fluff, although very badly written, would maybe help some people feel better. Or maybe juste one, but that’s already great.

Anyway. There are Harry Potter spoils in there, so if you haven’t read the books or watched the movies, maybe avoid reading this?

Take care of yourself :)




Everything began when Bucky, shyly and kinda awkwardly, came to see him in his workshop on a sunny afternoon – well, at least he guessed it was sunny, he hadn’t actually seen the sun in… a while – and asked:

‘You said I could come and see you if I had any question, right?’

Eyebrows raised, Tony shut down the experiment he was currently working on and turned his whole attention to Bucky, looking at him curiously.

‘Sure. What’s up? Problem with the arm?’

‘Uh, no. The arm’s fine. Great, actually. It’s just that, well, it’s kinda stupid, but I wanted to ask you if maybe… Do you have any book recommendation?’ he finally asked all in a rush, making it near incomprehensible.

With an encouraging smile, Tony clapped a hand on his shoulder.

‘Come on Bucky, you should know I’m not one to judge. Say that again?’ 

‘I like reading,’ the supersoldier mumbled. ‘Well, I liked reading, at least. Haven’t had time to open a book for a while. And uh, I know you’ve got tons of them on your StarkPads, and there’s probably a library in here somewhere, but it’s just that I have absolutely no idea of where to begin. And I asked Steve to help me, but we don’t exactly have the same kind of tastes, and I asked Barton but he likes these stupid romantic books and…’

‘Got it. Say no more, I’m pretty sure I have what you need. Come on, I have it in my room.’

‘No library in here, then?’ 

‘Oh yeah, there’s one – use it whenever you want, by the way, Jarvis’ll be happy to help you if you need it. I think there’s even a bookshop somewhere on the public levels. But what I’m going to show you is special. You’ll see.’

Curious, Bucky followed him to his room, looking around once they arrived. He hadn’t actually set a foot in Tony’s quarters yet, rather staying in the communal area or his own room, but he liked what he saw. Modern designs and different grays with the odd touch of color. He couldn’t help a smile when he entered Tony’s room and saw the huge bed, the dozen of pillows on it, and… He took a step closer, frowning and getting a better look at the drawings framed and hung right above the bed. One of them was obviously one of Steve’s, light and dark grays showing Iron Man in the middle of a fight, so realistic it almost felt to Bucky as if he could feel cold metal under his fingers if he were to touch it. The other one was of Dora the Explorer, colors not exactly right where they should be, even if the whole thing looked as if it had been made with love; it was signed in pink in big letters, smaller letters stating ‘thanks for the watch and for everything, Tony!’.

‘This one makes for a crazy midnight story,’ the engineer said softly, looking at the drawing, smile audible in his voice. ‘Remind me to tell you.’

‘Is it one of these stories where you almost die?’

‘Uh… Well, yeah. But this particular part is funny, I swear. Here, that’s the book.’

Bucky turned around and looked at the slim, red book Tony was holding in his hands, almost solemnly. The title – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone – vaguely reminded him of something. He took it carefully and looked at the picture of a young boy with round glasses standing in front of a train. When he opened it, he discovered a carefully crafted signature inside, of what looked to be the author herself.

‘She sold it a few years back to collect money for her charity. It’s one of the first books that were edited, about twenty years back. It’s got a typo somewhere, maybe you’ll see it. I’ve got a cheaper version of it in the library, the American one, but this way you can have, you know… the whole experience, I guess.’

‘Are you sure, Tony? That looks more like it should be kept in a museum somewhere.’

‘You’re not totally wrong,’ Tony admitted. ‘But you’ll take care of it. I trust you,’ he added in a soft voice.

A few silent seconds passed, both of them determinedly looking at everything but each other, until Bucky awkwardly cleared his throat.

‘No offense, 'cause I can definitely see that you care about this book, but isn’t it like a… book for children, maybe? I mean, I kinda remember seeing it before, and hearing about it, but was mostly, well, children, who read it.’

‘Oh, but it is. This one is probably the less adult-y one, but wait till you see the six others and-’

‘There are seven of them?’

‘Yeah. Far from enough, sadly,’ he sighed. ‘I tried bribing the author so she’d write more, but it didn’t’t work. Figure. Anyway, let’s make a deal, okay? Trust me on this one book and try to read it. No pressure, take your time, but read it. You don’t like it, no worries, lots of other books to read. But I think you’ll like it. Deal?’

‘Well, it is pretty short, so I sure can try. Deal. I’ll tell you about it in a few days.’




Instead of a few days later, it was actually a few hours later, in the middle of the night, when someone knocked at Tony’s door, making it startle lightly. He closed the book he was currently reading – Stephen King, a classic – and stood up quickly, walking to the door. Bucky was waiting on the other side, sheepish smile on his face and book tucked safely under his arm.

‘I asked Jarvis if you were sleeping, but he told me I could come and see you. God, Tony, that was amazing! Are the other six as good as this one?’

Tony grinned at Bucky’s sparkling eyes and opened the door, gesturing for him to come inside; he nodded and gently pushed him forward when the supersoldier hesitated slightly, looking at him.

‘Come on, that’s a conversation that asks for comfortable armchairs and hot chocolate. Sit down, I’ll be back in a sec.’

Slightly flabbergasted, Bucky obeyed and chose one of the two armchairs, sinking into it with a smile; Tony had a talent for choosing comfortable furniture to sit on and read, or watch television for hours. He listened to the reassuring silence for a while, enjoying the simple fact that he was safe, before Tony returned, holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate in each hand and a pack of marshmallows between his teeth. He put everything on the small table and settled on the other armchair, cradling the cup between his hands and looking at Bucky with a crooked smile.

‘To answer your question, yes, the other are as good as this one. I have a slight preference for the third and last one, but that’s just me; everybody has a favorite one. Come on, I need to know more. Who did you like, who did you hate?’

‘This Snape guy is a prick,’ Bucky mumbled. ‘You know, he makes me think of Howard in his worst days.’

He stood up, worried, when Tony coughed suddenly, something between a laugh and a gasp escaping him, but the engineer hold a hand up reassuringly, taking a few deep breaths.

‘Sorry. You surprised me, that’s all. I actually think the same thing, you know, but I thought you and Steve were… pals with him? I mean, the way he talked about you-’

‘He helped us, yeah, but I always thought he was a prick, and an arrogant one with that. Anyway,’ he added rather hurriedly when he noticed the way Tony had tensed up, ‘I love Hermione. So smart – she’s kinda like you actually, you know. You trust her with your life and you know you don’t risk a thing.’

Tony blushed beautifully in front of him, taking a sip of chocolate to try and hide it, and Bucky smiled inwardly; he kept talking before Tony could even think of denying it.

‘Ron’s funny, seems like the kinda guy you want to have as a friend. Harry’s great too, of course. And Quidditch! My god, Quidditch. Any way we can play Quidditch with your tech?’

‘Well, I can tell you a secret if you swear never to repeat it…’

‘I swear. Come on Tony, out with it. Quidditch?’

‘My mind tends to, uh, create funny things when I’m not totally, one hundred percent sober,’ he winced. ‘So there might be a Quidditch simulator somewhere in the lab. I’ll have to work on it for a while if you really wanna try it out but, yeah. It’s a thing.’

‘Oh my god. Tony, you are the best.’




The following afternoon – Bucky had finally got back to his room late in the night (or early in the morning) with the promise that Tony would give him the second book if he caught some sleep – Clint almost got killed by the whole Avengers team. They were all lounging in the communal room, television playing a movie in the background even if most of them were reading or talking between themselves. Bucky was fully focused on his book – this one was signed specially for Tony, a birthday gift from himself to himself – when he absentmindedly mumbled.

‘God, I love Dobby. So funny.’

The team turned in his direction and Clint’s eyes widened dramatically; he opened and closed his mouth a few times before stating:

‘Oh man, are you in for a surprise.’

After a second of silence, two very loud cracks – not totally unlike the noise an house elf made, actually – resounded, followed by a groan.

Aw, Nat, Tony!’

Hands still raised, they both glared at him, joined by all the other members of the team, except for Bucky, who was watching them with confusion.

‘What did he say?’ he asked with an eyebrow raised. 

‘Nothing. Absolutely nothing,’ answered Tony, crossing his arms. ‘Barton, I will remind you that we live in a spoiler-free house. One more remark like this one and you sleep on the roof for a week.’

Casting a quick look outside and seeing the rain falling, Clint nodded easily enough.

‘Sure. Got it. Enjoy your read, Bucky. I’ll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I don’t exist. Bye.’




No matter the time of day or night, when Bucky finished one of the books, he came to Tony and they discussed it for hours. 

That was how they discussed the very probable homosexuality or bisexuality of most of the Marauders. And how they both learned that the Marauders were not the only not-straight ones. 

That was how they discussed at length why Dobby was one of the coolest characters of the books – alongside with Neville, who strongly reminded them both of Steve pre-serum, and Luna. And that was the reason behind a Roomba called Dobby who roamed the Tower, always with one (or more) sock behind him. 

That was how they had a heated argument about shitty teachers and bullies… And how Tony finally explained the extent of Howard’s disgust for his son and the psychological scars he left behind. 

That was how Tony found himself with an armful of a sobbing Bucky who moaned about the unfairness of loosing family members and the guilt of dealing with it. 

That was how they talked about PTSD, hot chocolates in hand, sharing soft looks and shy smiles despite the hard topics. 

That was how some of the guilt and nightmares slowly disappeared.




Ironically enough, Dobby’s death – cute, funny, brave Dobby – was the reason behind their first kiss. Because what could Tony do with an angry, hurt and teary-eyed Bucky but kiss him? 

It was soft and hesitant, kinda awkward at the beginning, but so good, Bucky’s metal hand fitting perfectly on his back, his flesh hand stroking his hair, his warmth and smile only making it better. So so much better.

And even if Tony knew that Bucky would probably cry at every death that followed, would probably be as devastated at turning the last page as Tony had been a few years back, he knew. 


He knew that he would be able to make it better by kissing him, by cuddling him, by teasing them. And he knew that in the end… All would be well.

Ancient, massive asteroid impact could explain Martian geological mysteries

The origin and nature of Mars is mysterious. It has geologically distinct hemispheres, with smooth lowlands in the north and cratered, high-elevation terrain in the south. The red planet also has two small oddly-shaped oblong moons and a composition that sets it apart from that of the Earth.

New research by University of Colorado Boulder professor Stephen Mojzsis outlines a likely cause for these mysterious features of Mars: a colossal impact with a large asteroid early in the planet’s history. This asteroid – about the size of Ceres, one of the largest asteroids in the Solar System – smashed into Mars, ripped off a chunk of the northern hemisphere and left behind a legacy of metallic elements in the planet’s interior. The crash also created a ring of rocky debris around Mars that may have later clumped together to form its moons, Phobos and Deimos.

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ID #90224

Name: Kristina
Age: 17
Country: Denmark

Hi! My name is Kristina and I’m a Danish (no, not the pastry) student with too much time on my hands.

I’m very interested in physics, especially astronomy, and in addition to that, I spend most of my time reading, listening to music, or binge watching lots of different TV series. My taste in music ranges from quiet instrumental to heavy metal and everything in between.

My friends would describe me as rather goofy and I like to laugh as much as possible, but on the other hand, I enjoy deep conversations where nothing is too weird.

Preferences: Age 15-25, I’m not picky if you’re interesting.
I’d like to communicate via e-mail because it’s as close to the old-school snail-mail, but not as expensive.

Sansa Stark Should Always Be Political

I’d like to talk about this misconception that is going around with Sansa Stark and politics. That it’s bad for her to have a political endgame, that her being Queen would be bad for her. This is not a ‘Queen Sansa’ meta, but a meta that is pro Sansa being in politics at the end of the series. There are several points I hope to get across

·         Sansa has a political responsibility to the world, specifically The North (and that’s a good thing)

·         Sansa would make a great politician

·         She’s not Littlefinger 2.0- she’s more than lying and cheating

·         She already has leadership experience under her belt- wanting it to lead to something is not foolish.

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anonymous asked:

Ahh how are you doing my dude! Is it possible for you to do some poly!genyatta x male s/o and how they show their affection?

I’m doing great! Tysm for asking, I hope you’re doing well!


  • Zenyatta shows the s/o affection by telling him every day
  • one of his favorite activities is talking about his feelings for the s/o and how much he enjoys his company
  • Genji is not that talkative but he agrees with Zenyatta 
  • all of them sitting together every evening, drinking tea and relaxing
  • sometimes the s/o plays checkers with Zen, on other days he’s reading while sitting next to Genji
  • on very tough days Genji will wrap his arms around the s/o and enjoy the warmth of his body
  • the metal suit is a little cold and gives the s/o goosebumps
  • Zen can’t feel the s/o like Genji does, but he likes to stroke the s/o’s back with his hands
  • he shows his affection by writing love letters and/or small notes, decorated with hearts (on rare occasions he uses glitter too!)
  • Genji is the person of looks and touches - a warming glance, a hand on the s/o’s waist, etc.
Gifts

Title: Gifts

 Summary: Bilbo expected it to be any day like the others, but the dwarves had other plans.

 Warnings: Fluff!!! :D

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Originally posted by kaipurge

Today was a fairly standard day, Bilbo thought as he rose from his bed, wrapping his robe around himself before padding down to the kitchen.  No reason for any fuss, he added mentally, trying to decide if he wanted to risk going down to the market today for some fresh ingredients.  

It wasn’t that he was deliberately trying to avoid anyone in particular, except perhaps Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, he just didn’t want any fuss today.  It was just another day, and he didn’t want anyone to treat him any differently because of it.  

But he knew, deep down, that if he stepped foot out that door, every passerby, every neighbor would be there to greet him and to give their congratulations.  And why would they you ask?  Because today was Bilbo Baggins’ birthday, of course!

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The Coffee Shop

Originally posted by pinkharold

Summary/Request: Y/N is a smart college girl. She is a manager of a local coffee shop. Niall is a hot cocky college boy who gets what he wants. He starts working at the coffee shop, which y/n hates, but then realizes she can boss him around and she loves it and he hates it. One of the big things is that she won’t let him wear his hat. So one day, Niall seduces her. He takes her to the back and gets her on her knees. During the bj scene, he forces her to gag, and says, “guess I can wear my hat now, huh?”

Warning(s): This is smutty and involves oral sex!!!

(C/S/N) means coffee shop name 

Thank you so much for the request. I hope you like it. x

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ID #34313

Name: Linda
Age: 21
Country:  Czech Republic

Hi there!

I’m introverted sensitive person, I love irony, sarcasm and inside jokes (maybe we will make some of our own too :D). I’m a bit shy. I live in my little world. That world consist of good books, lot of tv shows (my all time favorite is GOT, cause.. .who doesn’t love GOT, duh) and movies, coffee, music and ocasionally concerts (mostly movie soundtracks, metal/rock, instrumental music), cosy cafés, cactuses and plants, art and stuff like that. I‘m a cat person but I also like hedgehogs, foxes, dogs and pandas. I love to bake and cook, so I can send you homemade cookies yay!

I absolutely adore the idea of exchanging letters and small care packages with someone from other part of the world. I also love the proccess of getting to know one another. There’s no better feeling than finding a new letter/ postcard in your mailbox. Warning: I live for long letters with bunch of unrelevant information starting with how my day was and ending with why I love that particular song).

Oh and I‘m sorry but I‘m not interested in identity questions and politics, so if you are looking for someone who will discuss these topics with you, I am not the right person for you.

Can’t wait to meet you! :)

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