like obviously i appreciate it but

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here are a few lockscreen versions of some of my art!

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The Christmas Invasion - Behind the Scenes [Part 11]

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s articles in Doctor Who Magazine #365

[Benjamin Cook asking David Christmas-themed questions]

BC: Which gift from ‘The 12 Days of Christmas’ would you most like to receive this year?

DT: If the pipers piping were Billie Pipers, then obviously I’d go for that. But that would be quite creepy. It’s got to be ladies dancing, hasn’t it? I mean, there’s not really much contest. Five golden rings you could flog, if they were really nice. But I don’t think you’d get much for them.

BC: If there were five of them, they’re unlikely to be top-notch quality.

DT: Well thought through. I mean, all the others would just be irritating, frankly. And dirty. Colley birds? French hens? Yes, you could eat them, but then you’d have to murder them yourself. I don’t want to do that at Christmas. That’s far too much effort. I want a shrink-wrapped turkey from Sainsbury’s. No, ladies dancing - much better. They can come and dance in my Christmas parlour.

BC: What’s the worst Christmas record of all time?

DT: Ooh jings. No, there’ve got to be some terrible ones, haven’t there? Well, anything by Cliff Richard. Mistletoe and Wine? It’s got to be Mistletoe and Wine. That is a heinous piece of work, isn’t it? My mum likes it. She likes everything by Cliff Richard. But she is wrong! It’s saccharine, and repulsive, and when all those kids start singing at the end, you just want to murder. It’s horrible.

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Hands to yourself

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: mild smut, too much fluff

Word count: 1702

Request: by anon, Could you write an imagine where bucky celebrates his and y/n’s anniversary and he can’t keep his hands to himself in a fluffy/smutty kind of way?

A/N: Hope you all like this! I’ve been busy all weekend but I managed to get this out! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated <3

Originally posted by bucha-nan

It was hard to believe that you had been married to Bucky for a year. Time seemed to fly, being attached at the hip to the love of your life. Your wedding was small and simple, held in a local church. There were not many guests or many decorations but it was everything you ever wanted and more. All that mattered was Bucky. Today was your anniversary, so obviously Tony would be using it as an excuse to throw a massive party. 

You and Bucky were set to arrive at the tower from your off site apartment in an hour. The steam fogged up your bathroom mirror and you swiped at it with your hand to help it dissipate. Removing the towel from around your body, you wrapped it around your hair and twisted it until it sat on top of your head. You poked at your face for a minute but then decided to get dressed before fixing your makeup. 

The bathroom door creaked open and the cool air made goosebumps appear all over your naked body. You shivered and immediately went to the dresser to find some underwear. You hadn’t noticed Bucky standing in the doorway of your bedroom until you felt his firm hands grip your hips from behind. 

He leaned forward and you could feel his breath fan across your skin. He placed a hot open mouthed kiss to your neck. A different kind of shiver racked your body. His lips were relentless as he trailed down your spine. Taking his time making sure to worship every part of you. At that point, finding underwear was long forgotten. He sucked on your hip for a moment, being sure to mark you and then turned your body around so you were facing him. 

The sight of him kneeling before you was so erotic you almost collapsed. He kissed and licked the front of your left hip slowly coming closer to your core and then moving farther away, teasing you.

 “Buck please” you moaned. You could feel his smirk on your hip as he obeyed you and kissed his way to your center. Your hands found their way into his hair and you guided him where you wanted him. You were lost in him, and he was definitely lost in you. That is until you remembered that you were supposed to be getting ready.

You held both the sides of his face and gently lifted him off of you. He grumbled at the loss of contact and looked up at you curiously.

 “Love, we have to get ready. Tony is expecting us in less than an hour” you smiled guilty down at him still kneeling in front of you. He looked disappointed but stood up next to you and kissed your cheek.

 “Do we have to go?” He whined and gave you his best puppy dog eyes. For a moment you were considering pushing him over to your shared bed and letting him do whatever he wanted to you. Quickly you snapped out of your irresponsible thoughts and looked at him sternly.

 “Yes darling we have to go. The party is for us after all.”

“Well if it’s for us we should be able to decide whether we want to go or not” Bucky persisted. 

“Come on it’ll be fun! Besides, we’ll have plenty of time to finish what we started after the party” you winked at him and took his large hand in yours. 

“Now help me pick out something to wear.”

20 minutes into your outfit search and you both had come up empty handed. You held up dress after dress but each of them didn’t sit right with you. Bucky wasn’t much help. He said that same thing each time you tried one on. ‘You look beautiful’. You would roll your eyes playfully and then you’d be back to square one. 

Frustrated and running out of time to get ready, you settled on a knee length champagne silk dress. It had a halter top and more of a babydoll fit. It made you feel beautiful. Bucky was no longer paying attention to you because he was getting himself ready. His snug dress pants made his ass look fantastic but you pushed away those thoughts and walked over to him. 

“So how do I look?” You asked waiting for the same response you got for all the other dresses. 

“Wow- okay you can’t wear that to the party” he groaned. His pupils were blown and he licked his lips. 

“What do you mean? I like this dress” you said clearly disappointed. 

“Doll, trust me, I love this dress. It’s just that if you want to actually get to the party you’re going to have to change. I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself with you looking like that” he smirked at you and you laughed at his coy remarks. 

“Well I think I’m going to wear it anyway and you, Mr. Barnes, are going to have to find a way to control yourself” you purred and placed your hand on his chest. Now you were teasing him. 

“Darling, you are going to be the death of me, I swear” he huffed with an exasperated look. Obviously your teasing had its intended effect on Bucky and you were pleased with yourself. You giggled at the expression on his face and leaned in to kiss his jaw. Seeing how flushed his face was, you turned away from him to fix your hair and makeup. 

Bucky stood directly behind you the whole time and occasionally brushed his metal hand up and down your back, making you shiver yet again. Your eyes met his in the mirror in front of you. He smirked at you, knowing that his close proximity to you was the reason you were biting your lip. After you were finished with your hair and makeup, he snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You are so pretty” he remarked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even though you had been married to him for a year and had been dating him for 3, his compliments always caught you off guard. Your face broke into a smile and your eyes flitted away from his, clearly flustered. You craned your neck to face him and leaned up to kiss his jaw.

“Come on darling, let’s go. The cab should be waiting for us outside” you beamed and fluffed your hair one last time before slipping on your shoes and gripping your husband’s hand for balance. He chuckled at the clumsiness you possessed in which he had fallen in love with, and made sure to keep you upright. After you were settled in your shoes Bucky lifted your hand to his mouth and left a gentle kiss there. He then led you to the door and out of your apartment.

On the walk to the cab you realized that you should’ve brought a jacket and were visibly uncomfortable. Bucky noticed and shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. You smiled in appreciation and he reached forward to open the car door for you. 

You were about ten minutes out from Stark tower and Bucky’s hand was resting on your leg. He had been cracking jokes to whole ride and for moment you stopped listening just to study his face. It was still a wonder to you, how effortlessly handsome he was.

Bucky became slightly worried when you didn’t laugh at what he had said and only looked at him with a curious expression.

“Y/N? You okay doll?” he questioned and rubbed your knee with his thumb.

“How did I get so lucky?” you responded absentmindedly and with a new surge of spontaneity, you reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. 

Hey Wanda, let Tony know that we’re not gonna make it tonight. Tell everyone to take a shot for us and have a good time! ox’ 

“Driver?” you called and Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Can you bring us back to where you picked us up? There have been a change of plans.” You winked at Bucky. His face split into a smile and he reached over to hold your hand. The driver made a quick U-turn and you were on your way home. 

“I was thinking it over and I decided that you were right. The only person I need with me to celebrate our anniversary, is you.” his smile grew until his nose was all scrunched up in that way you love and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

You pulled up in front of your apartment building and Bucky ran around to the your side of the car to open the door for you. You chastised him about opening doors for you all the time, claiming that you could open the door for yourself. He always responded with the same phrase, ‘Old habits die hard doll’ so eventually you had just gotten used to him doing it.

He took your hand as you climbed out of the cab and then wrapped his arm around your waist. You walked inside like this and once you reached your apartment, you started to dig through your purse for your key. 

Bucky, standing slightly behind you, grabbed your ass with both of hands, after making sure there was no one in the hallway. You grinned at him over your shoulder.

“I guess I don’t have to keep my hands to myself now” He smirked at you.

“I was hoping that you wouldn’t. If you thought I looked good with this dress on, you should see me with it off” you sang and pulled him into the apartment with you. He moaned and bit down on your shoulder lightly before picking you up and placing you gently on the bed.

He looked down at you with admiration for a moment and then finally spoke. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Now come here” You giggled and began to lift your dress over your head and you pulled him down to you.

anonymous asked:

Jumin scenario where MC is actually one of his workers (Like he wouldn't know because they're so quiet, never cause problems and turn things in on time)

fffff i love jumin so much thank you for requesting

  • At work, Jumin knew you by your surname and never bothered to learn your given name
  • But other than knowing yu worked for him, he never really knew much about you because you never stood out to him and you were very quiet
  • You always turned things in on time, so he appreciated that
  • But he also expects that of all his workers, soo
  • When you first talked to him in the chatroom, obviously you recognized him
  • You were a little hurt when he didn’t recognize you, but you also kind of expected that
  • Jumin needs to care more about his employees jfc
  • So you didn’t bother to say anything
  • Jaehee thought she recognized your name, but then she knew you immediately from your picture
  • She approached you in a private message
  • After you confirmed her suspicions, she encouraged you to say something to Jumin, but didn’t say anything herself because she didn’t feel like it was her place
  • When you finally met him in person, he still doesn’t recognize you
  • Fr how dense can this boy be
  • During the time that you were staying at his house, he noticed your absence from work
  • You saw him complaining about it in the chatroom so you talked to him
  • “…Jumin?”
  • “Yes, MC?”
  • “Do you know my surname?”
  • “…”
  • “Is that important?”
  • “I’m ____.
  • “…Oh.”
  • After he finds out you’re working for him, he tries to tell you you don’t have to keep working, but when you insist, he’s kinda happy
  • He’s a lot more lenient for your due dates than other employees
  • Not that you really need it
  • He really likes you working for him
In the Shadows (Part 9)

In the Shadows (Part 9)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – Bucky’s mind is finally free from Hydra and he moves into the Avengers Compound.  

Warnings – None

Word Count - 772

Notes – So, this is my way of writing about the first long-haired brunette bad-boy that I fell in love with from the MCU!!  Obviously this is strictly my theory on how I think the magic works.  There was just something about that green light when Loki’s Magic dissipates that gave me the idea.  Anyway, I hope you like this part!  As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated!!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10


Masterlist


Originally posted by lokihiddlelaufeyson

Previously:

Loki took a closer look at you, his head cocked to one side as his eyes squinted in concentration.  “Yes.  I can see the energy you are emitting.  I do believe I can help, but not from within these confines.”

“You will not be allowed out of the cell again, Loki,” Thor explained.  “The three of us will join you as you instruct Lady (Y/N).”

Loki took an exasperated breath as he resigned himself to the arrangement.  He backed away from the energy field as Thor released the barrier.  You and Bucky began walking toward the opening, but Bucky stopped next to Thor.

“You might need this in there,” Bucky told Thor as he reached down and picked up the hammer, holding it out to the dumbfounded god.



Thor hesitantly took the hammer from Bucky’s hand while you looked on in shock. Bucky turned toward you, a look of confusion coming over him as he saw the expression on your face.

“Bucky,” you whispered in awe.  

“What?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“The hammer,” you replied, still too shocked to put a full sentence together.

“Mjolnir is not a common hammer,” Thor explained as the shock finally wore off. “Only those that are worthy to rule Asgard can wield it.  You, my new friend, have been deemed worthy.”

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“Figure skating is obviously a huge part of both Yuna’s and Evgenia’s life, but Yuna was quite closed off. She never really seemed to care that much for her coach, the rest of the figure skating community or the advancement of the sport. She was just THAT good. But Evgenia is so enthusiastic, willing to share her experience and to take up new challenges, and seems like she will pursue in figure skating after her retirement. I am glad the WD now belong to someone whose character I appreciate”

For NTs: Manic Impulse Explained

It’s not what it looks like. It’s not wilful self destruction. It’s not a cry for help.

Imagine the most important moment of your life, the pivotal decision, the fork in the road that changes everything 

- accelerated.

So I want to instantly (this very hour) do a thing… this very, VERY important thing.

This is the thing that I have only realised RIGHT NOW is so incredibly imperative. I know it’s impulsive but it’s utterly, utterly brilliant. This is what I need to do. It’s such a great idea. Besides I’m young, this is supposed to be my time, I am allowed to be spontaneous! I can’t believe I’ve only just realised how much I really, really need to do This thing. This is absolutely what I was supposed to be doing all along!! I’m going to do it right now, no point waiting, I’m more sure of This than any decision I’ve ever made before! I have absolute freedom, I am without restriction, I will accelerate to euphoria and success.

Possibilities for ‘This’:

◻️ Drop out of college to pursue something I’ve never even heard of before.

◼️ Resign from a good job I actually enjoy.

◻️ Classic ‘Sex, Drugs and Psychosis’ brand of mania.

◼️ Viciously abandon every friend I have because ‘they’re holding me back’.

◻️ Literally run away to live with someone I’ve only just met.

◼️ Buy business supplies in bulk, for an idea I’m bound to have later.

◻️ Dump my boyfriend/girlfriend on a complete and utter whim, to revel in the turmoil.

◼️ Abandon life, buy a one way ticket to a country I have nothing to do with, have nowhere to stay, no way to get back and no money or safety when I get there.

◻️ Tattoo of something so profound I can’t even articulate why I want it.

◼️ Drink all the spirits in the house alone for literary ‘inspiration’.

◻️ Play with knives to feel the power of taunting mortality.

◼️ Seduce this romantically committed person, chronic boredom likes challenges.

◻️ Buy 14 pairs of these same shoes: it’s an investment.

◼️ Stop taking my meds because they’re stealing my potential. Manic me is the true me, they’ll take her away . After all, what if the Doctor’s are wrong? Maybe I function in a higher plane, all great innovators do, and there must be a misunderstanding.

◻️ Open water swimming, alone, at night, in a very angry sea.

◼️ Start collecting reptiles… I think I’ll start with five… I’ll be going to the shop now.

At the time these decisions don’t appear reckless, ridiculous, risky or wrong. They seem like the most sensible and obvious thing in the world. We are not attention seeking. We don’t have a death wish. Our ability to judge risk is just monumentally impaired and the urgency of these actions becomes overpowering. This is why unintentional death is so notably high in rapid cycling bipolars.

We are brave and inspired and running on double time to the people around us. We are the glorious and the invincible… and sometimes we are running into traffic for the joy of the adrenaline hit.

We’re hitting the ground running… hard… and usually in the face.

If you’re able to help us, please do, but know what you’re looking it. Stare the ugliness of mania in the face but know, with doubtless certainty, that for us, it is most beauteous thing, the most precious place we’ll ever be.

And it’s going to be heartbreaking to leave.

mccree is a cat person

i know you’d think he’d be a dog person but i just called dibs, he’s a cat person

evidence:

-he can appreciate how fun it is to be fucking obnoxious

(cat: knocks something off the table)
(mccree: haha i feel u bud)

-he doesn’t mind other people being obnoxious

(cat: knocks something important off the table)
(mccree: NO…. fuck…. aww i can’t stay mad at that face)

-cats are totally a common animal around barns to keep away the mice so it’s not like it DOESN’T fit his cowboy aesthetic

-cat people think dogs are also cool, while dog people think cats are the devil, and mccree obviously thinks dogs are also cool

-he would try to make friends with stray cats no matter how hissy they are, and cry when they run away before he can pet them

-mccree and the cat take lazy afternoon naps in the sunlight together

-people expect him to have a dog and then he has a hissy old cat and they’re like “???” and he’s like “LOOK AT HER SHE’S BEAUTIFUL”

-mccree copies his cat’s meows and the cat looks at him like “wtf” and he’s like “cmon haven’t you ever heard a cat with a southern accent before”

-it’s fun how super affectionate dogs r sure but it’s also fun how unpredictably affectionate cats are ya know??

(mccree: SHE JUST LICKED MY HAND SHE LOVES ME!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! im never washing this hand again)

(the cat always sits on his lap within five minutes of when he sits down but she does it so casual like, like he should be honored she chose him even though she always does, and he’s like FUCK YEAH I’M HONORED!!!! MY CAT’S ON MY LAP RIGHT NOW I’M SO HASHTAG BLESSED)

-he dies at how precious kittens are

-he gives all the kittens names like “deathclaw” and “the destructionater” and encourages them to devour his enemies

-picture mccree waking up after a bad night and then his cat sidles into the room all casual like and starts rubbing her head at his hand

(this cat things i’m good. she doesn’t warm up to everyone but she spends time with me. she thinks i’m special. she thinks i’m good.)

How to say you want gifts in addition to your allowance in the beginning

So I see lots of girls asking how they can’t get gifts along with their allowance (that new Chanel isn’t gonna buy itself, and let’s be honest, no one wants to spend their allowance on it!)

The best way to do this is with a POT, I’ll make another post in a bit about how to do it with your current SD/SM

It’s literally so simple. When discussing your allowance, find out how many meets he wants per month. For example

Him: so how much were you thinking? I can offer #### a month.
You: I appreciate your upfront generous offer, but in order to tell you a ballpark number, I would like to know how many meets you would like to have per month

Obviously the conversation can vary a bit. After you get the amount of meets he’d like to have, you go in with the kill. The kill being your allowance number, and the gift talk.

Him: around #-# meets a month
You: for that many meets, #### a month should be good, as well as any spoiling and gifts you would like to give me, I know I’ll be getting you some! :)

Bam. It’s really that simple. For your date, show up with something small. Is his favorite animal an alligator? Give him a small stuffed alligator with some baked cookies. It’s so easy to ask for gifts, you just need to confidence to ask!

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cute little heartbreaker by @laschatzi

Emma Swan is a vagabond. She never stays in a place longer than for six months. The night before the first day at her new job, she decides she needs a little distraction and walks into a bar looking for a one-night-stand and finds her object of choice in a good-looking guitar player. From that moment on, nothing goes as planned.

“Beer or whisky?”
He turns around, surprise on his face, and eyes her up and down, his eyes widening appreciatively for a moment before he frowns and tilts his head in confusion. “Excuse me, love?”
God, from close up he’s even more attractive… and really, love?
She licks her lips. “Beer or whisky,” she repeats slowly and enjoys the mesmerized way his gaze falls on her lips, like a moth drawn to the flame. “If I were to buy you a drink, which one would you prefer?”
“Oh…” It takes him a moment to snap out of it, obviously, but then he looks into her eyes, and she has problems concentrating on his words. Her earlier feeling was right – his eyes are indeed of the sort that make you weak in the knees just looking into them. “Rum, actually,” he then says and adds with a raise of his eyebrow, “But normally, I’m the one to buy the drinks.”
She waves her hand nonchalantly, in an unspoken invitation. “Whatever floats your boat.”
“Hmm,” he hums and tilts his head again, scrutinizing her closely for a moment, and his move gives her the opportunity to admire his neck, long and solid, strong cords smoothly moving beneath skin her fingers itch to touch. She feels delicious heat build up under his gaze. “A woman who uses nautical language,” he comments, “that’s always appealing.”

Merry Christmas Sandra, from your CS Secret Santa ♥

If someone would caption this for me, I’d appreciate it.

So this is what happens when you talk about random street harassment. (Sorry, kiddo, you don’t get your name up in this screenshot).

Not pictured, the dude who said @wilwheaton was “reblogging a fake SJW story.” Because OBVIOUSLY a story about street harassment is fake, y'all.

And this post has been up for like … 3 hours.

Guys, this is why women and those of us who pass as women are always on edge in public. I seriously can’t even say “exert more caution than usual” - you know, be cautious, the shit we’re supposed to do so we don’t get blamed when something terrible happens to us at the hands of men, even though we’ll get blamed anyway - without being called a liar and told to… what? Never leave my house again, because if I do, I’m at fault for having dudes make none-too-subtle threats at me? Because I went to Best Buy by myself on a Thursday in suburban PA?

Yeah.

Man Face Monday - These Eyes Have It Edition

It’s another Monday, my friends. But we shouldn’t have long faces because this puts us another week closer to the next new Arrow episode and possibly shirtless Oliver. Because I live in hope. Good weekend? Mine wasn’t bad at all. Not as cold as it has been, so I appreciated that. And I got a swell prompt to work on this month for the smut-a-thon in February. Yes. 

Why don’t we take a moment to check out some pretty? I noticed a theme this week as I put the edits together. Eyes. So intense. I hope you enjoy them too. 

Personally, I only like the super short hair when he’s in the League. Otherwise, it seems too severe. But hell, he’s always gorgeous. 

That sweet look. So soft an nice. 

Black and white. Obviously some of these are from season 4. The season of too many layers. His hotness is buried under there somewhere. I just know it. 

Check out this nifty gif from @arrow-ing. Love the eyes here. 

Originally posted by arrow-ing

Green Arrow. Blue eyes. Pillow mountains. What else could you want? 

This last one is my favorite. Back to Al Sahim times. He is just so lovely here. 

And there we have it for this week’s Man Face Monday, my dears. If you have missed previous ones, or want to check out some Washboard Wednesdays, do visit my dash. They are all there…for emergencies. I hope that you have a fantastic week ahead – one that’s full of happy and beautiful things. Because you are you and you deserve it. xx

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On the Ending of Animorphs

Or: What Animorphs got right that Harry Potter got wrong.

Obvious massive spoilers ahead:

So I flashed through the last three books in the series, and I have to say, even knowing what was coming, having read this series back as a teen, I really wasn’t prepared. It’s one thing to read this series as some middle/high schooler over the years the series was released. Obviously I was part of that demographic. But to read it now as an adult all the way through in the course of about six and a half months, to get all of the subtleties, to be able to appreciate the messages this series gives. This ending hit me hard.

Because the Earth was saved. The war was ended. Humanity lives. But these six kids, the Animorphs, don’t get happy endings. There is no coming back from this war for them. But it’s not like this heartbreak wasn’t earned as a series. Everything that has happened throughout these books, all of the decisions these kids were forced to make, if K.A. Applegate had given everyone a happy ending, I would honestly have felt cheated, because it’s anathema to the anti-war message this series has crafted.

Rachel died. Rachel was a warrior, the only one of the Animorphs who seemed to get enjoyment out of the war. She wasn’t a sociopath, there was just something in her that would have made it impossible for her to go on even if she had survived. So she gets to the die the hero. She willfully goes with Jake’s plan, even tho she’s scared, even tho she doesn’t want to die. But she does, and once again does the dirty deed Jake has asked her to do: she kills Jake’s brother, her cousin, Tom. This is why her character only makes sense if you accept the fact that she probably killed David back in The Return. Since that point, she has had no qualms about killing. She murdered that Yeerk that only wanted to escape to be a nothlit. She was willing to run down that innocent military officer with a truck. Rachel was not the type of person would could have survived this war and had any semblance of a healthy life. But even in her death, she was still scared: was her life worth it, she asked; did she matter?

Rachel’s death pretty much strikes out the last remnants of Tobias’s lingering humanity. It’s not that it gives him manpain; he doesn’t grow from this, but is utterly wrecked. But it’s not just that Rachel died; it’s that Jake sent her to her death. Jake betrayed the illusion that the Animorphs was a family, the only real family Tobias had ever known. So Rachel’s death basically destroys him so much he leaves behind the actual remaining family he has: he abandons his mother Loren and his uncle Ax to live his life as a hawk. He has the option of becoming a human nothlit, but he doesn’t. Tobias has given up on his humanity and humans in general.

Ax goes back to the Andalites and gets the military rank of Prince, gets to become an even bigger hero than his brother Elfangor. It’s everything he ever could have wanted or strived for. He’s widely respected and admired. But when the Andalites begin to dismantle their military government and go back to civilian mode, Ax finds he cannot make the shift back into normal life. He cannot go back to his family and just make a home for himself. Whether he has become addicted to war as Rachel has is unclear, but it is clear that war has so become a part of himself that he cannot let it go. He chases down the last remaining Yeerk force for years because he cannot move on.

Marco at first seems to have been the one who got through it all okay. He soaks up the attention and celebrity that comes with being a war hero. He goes on talk shows, signs books and movie deals. He exploits his time in the war for money so he can be a millionaire. He surrounds himself with beautiful women. He buys multiples homes, this kid who started out the series in the slums. But it becomes apparent that this is a façade. Look at how he reacts to something so minor as dropping his keys in the pool. He morphs lobster. Marco has immersed himself into stardom and surrounded himself with stuff because something in him is broken beyond repair. The fame isn’t enough to fill it. It’s hollow and empty.

Cassie probably comes the closest of successfully moving on. She keeps morphing, learning about her beloved animals. She helps the free Hork-Bajir. And it’s obvious she has had to do a lot of soul-searching to make peace with what she has done in the war. She tells herself, tells Jake and the others over and over that they did what they had to do, that as the victims they had the right to do what they did to their oppressors. Even with that assurance, tho, it seems to not be something she even fully believes. See her reaction when Jake admits he did what he did not because he was a victim, but because he plainly just wanted the enemy to suffer. And this creates a rift between her and Jake. They don’t get to be the happy couple. She moves on to someone else. And that’s portrayed as okay, while heartbreaking.

And then there is Jake. Jake, who was simply unable to recover from having his family taken as controllers, who was ultimately unable to have the weight of leadership on his shoulders without it consuming him. Jake, who ordered the bombing of the Yeerk pool. Jake, who manipulated and treated his ally Erek King as property. Jake, who ordered the death of his brother and sent his cousin to her death. Jake, who threw the auxiliary Animorphs, a group of disabled kids, into the front lines as cannon fodder resulting in every single one of their deaths. Jake, who committed genocide against seventeen thousand helpless Yeerks out of revenge. Jake, who has become numb to the world because of his actions. Jake, who cannot even get enjoyment out Visser Three’s court martial because he realizes that he, too, is a war criminal. Jake, who knows that just as Alloran will forever be known as the Butcher of the Hork-Bajir, he can not escape his actions. Jake the Yeerk Killer.

Which leads us to the infamous cliff-hanger ending. But let’s be real, there is no cliff hanger. After Ax is captured by a new enemy only known as The One, Jake gets Tobias and Marco back together for a rescue mission. And you think this might play out as the typical trope, war heroes getting together for one last mission, for one last hurrah to end on a high note. But while I don’t doubt Jake genuinely wants to save Ax, it’s obvious the real reason he’s going: he wants so badly to make right what he did wrong. He thinks this is his chance for redemption, to not fall back into the traps of war that made him go against everything the Animorphs thought they believed in.

But in the end? It’s 99% percent likely Ax was already dead, absorbed into The One. Jake rams their ship into the Blade ship. There’s just no way he, Marco, and Tobias survived that. The reader must accept that there was no last hurrah. All of the young heroes, sans Cassie, are dead. Jake, in his desperation to right his wrongs, kills his friends and himself.

And that feels incredibly empty. It’s harsh and unforgiving. But as I said above, it was earned. If the Animorphs had just moved on and lived happy uncomplicated lives, how disrespectful would that ending have been? Compare this ending to the Harry Potter series. Rowling may not have had qualms killing secondary characters in the final book, but her faves the Golden Trio and their love interests were never in danger. Harry, Hermione, and Ron emerge from the war largely intact. They get to marry out of high school with the person they were set up with from the beginning. Rowling was not committed to her message. The war doesn’t seem to have any lasting affect on the heroes. The good guys beat the bad guys. They pop out kids and get their happy endings. There’s no lasting damage. Which, if you aren’t willing to see through your message to its end, why bother?

Realistic

Rating:18+

Words:3519

Pairing: StilesXReader

Y/N/N- your nickname (Idk if that is what people use but i just put that there incase anyone get confused)

A/N: So I have been kind of thinking bout this for a while and this is my first fic so please try to be nice. I love dirty talking Stiles just as much as the next reader and I understand that the real way Stiles loses his v card was in Eichen house, but I kind if wanted to do a more funny, realistic version of Stiles and the reader’s first time so like Stiles obviously isn’y gonna talk dirty the first time he has sex. I am going to start taking requests now. A massive thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien for looking and editing a lot of this. Sorry for being a pain and I really appreciate it. I also want to write more fics but I have no idea what to write about so requests would be great. I already have begun a mini series. Okay, sorry for the long note I’m done now, Enjoy.

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As soon as I became part of the pack, even before that, when Scott introduced me to Stiles in freshman year, there was a connection. We literally had eye sex for a solid 15 seconds before I heard his quiet, gravelly voice.

“Hi. Y/N, right?”

“Yeah aha, nice to meet you, Stiles.” I put my hand out for a handshake in an attempt to be polite. He returned the favour by grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips, which sent a confusing shiver through me as he quickly pulled away.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Uhh anyway, Scott has been saying nothing but good things about you. I even looked on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and-wow what a disaster, this is the worst first impression I have ever made in my life. I’m gonna go before I make a fool of myself. I’ll see you at lacrosse practice Scott. It was really nice to meet you, Y/N.”  

Just as Stiles disappeared from the hallway, Scott said, “Wow, I have never seen Stiles so nervous and awkward. I mean, Stiles is socially awkward but that was a whole new level.”

“No that wasn’t even bad, I made it so awkward when I just stared at him for like a thousand hours without saying hello.”

“Y/N it’s fine. It’s not the last time you are going to talk to him. And when you hang out with him, it will be with the pack, which I will introduce you too at lacrosse practice. See you then?”

I nodded. When I thought I heard the last of Scott, he quickly turned around and whispered. “Oh and by the way, I was with Stiles when he was on your Facebook and trust me, he was really impressed with what he saw.”

That was two years ago; and I am still waiting for my two year crush, Stiles Stilinski to make a move. I always knew from the moment he placed his lips on my hand, we had a connection, and more than just a friendly one. We always hang out, but it’s never just us two. It can’t be because I literally have no social skills, especially with the opposite gender. I mean, Stiles is awkward with few social skills, but I was way worse. I can’t even focus when he is within five steps of me, he intimidates me, but it’s because he has no idea. Everyone in the pack knew how we felt about each other that even chemosignals weren’t obvious enough. There just was and is no time to do anything because we are always so busy keeping Beacon Hills safe.

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I woke up on Monday and looked at the time, oh shit! I woke up at 7:30 am and a) not only did I sleep through my alarm, but my bus was coming at 7:45. I fell out of bed, ran downstairs, ate some cereal, brushed my teeth, grabbed my backpack and dashed out of the house to the bus stop.

I sprinted around the corner and saw the bus driving away from my stop. I finally stopped running and took a second, putting my hands on my head, breathing in and screaming. This has only happened to me nearly every day this term, and it’s only first term. The only way I can get to school is to walk.

I walked surprisingly quickly to make up time, as it takes forever to get to school this way.

“Miss the bus again Y/N/N?”

I turn around to see a blue jeep. Roscoe. Shit, it was Stiles stopping to talk, to me? ‘Okay just act cool.’ I said in my head.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” After I said that, I mentally face palm myself. Obviously he is literally seeing me walk to school instead of catching the bus.

“And I see you are going for the pyjama look today,” I was puzzled and confused with what he said when suddenly, I look down and my cheeks turned instantly red. I was getting ready so quickly, I forgot to put on clothes. I felt my insides fill up with embarrassment and humiliation. “If you want, I can drive you back home so you can change your clothes and then drive you to school.” I felt the insides of my stomach fill with butterflies. “I mean that’s only if you want to like not like you’re my girlfriend or anything and like I’m not your boyfrie-”

“Uh yeah, Stiles, thanks, that would be very helpful.” I ran to the car, maybe too fast, and Stiles did a u-turn to go back to my house.

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The car ride was silent, a little uncomfortably so, until Stiles broke it. “Do you want me to turn up the radio?” His voice was a little shaky.

“Yeah sure.” I reply really quickly, making myself cringe.

For the first 30 seconds, it was just talking but then, one of my favourite songs came on: Baby got back by Sir-Mix-A-Lot.

Oh my god Becky, look at her butt

“It is so big!” I yelled but quickly stopped singing as I forgot where I was: In Roscoe, STILES’ JEEP!

“Why did you stop singing?” He chuckled and shot me a smirk.

“Because it’s so embarrassing I know all the words to this song.”

“Please don’t stop singing, I have to hear this now.” He winked at me and every muscle in my body, no matter how tiny, tensed in an effort not to show how much of an effect that wink had on me.

“Okay, if you say so.” A surge of confidence that I had never felt before rushed through me as I not only picked the lyrics back up, but I also turned the music up louder so I could get into the zone. I was either impressing him or just making a complete fool out of myself.

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We finally arrived at my house, I opened the door and we walked inside. He was much closer to me than usual. Before I even thought about it, I moved away, feeling uncomfortable.

“Sorry Y/N/N, didn’t mean to do that.”

“No Stiles, don’t be silly, you know me, awkward.”

He chuckled and smiled. “You are so cute like that.”

I flushed a bright pink once again, and so did he. Did he just say I am cute?

I quickly try and brush it off. “Um sorry to be a real pain, but I didn’t get to have a shower, is it okay if I do that?”

“Yeah sure no problem Y/N/N.”

“Cool, well I won’t be long, make yourself at home.”

I quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom.

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I didn’t think I had ever had such a quick shower in my life. Stiles Stilinski was at my house. I mean, he had been to my house before, but that was with the pack. I had only been with him when the pack was there, THE PACK WAS NOT THERE, IT WAS JUST ME BY MYSELF WITH MY CRUSH OF TWO YEARS! I wanted to be quick because I was missing out on time with him and secondly, I felt bad for making him wait. I dried myself and wrapped my hair up in my towel, leaving my body naked.

I turned to look in my wardrobe and yelled “Stiles!” to see where he was.

“I’m right here.” He quietly said, and I turned around to see him, creepily sitting on my bed, staring at me, naked, in the nude, WITH NO FUCKING CLOTHES ON! I screamed and quickly grabbed the towel from my head around my bare body.

“Oh my god Y/N I am so sorry I had no idea -”

“No Stiles, it’s fine. I’m stupid I shouldn’t have been walking around the house naked when I knew you were here. My bad, sorry.”

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what Stiles?”

He proceeded to walk closer to me, barely an inch separating our faces. “Apologise for being yourself. You did it just then, when I accidentally walked too close to you. It’s not your fault.”

We stayed in that moment for what seemed like forever but in reality it was only for a minute.

“Y/N?”

“Yes Stiles?”

“Can I please kiss you?” You never thought those words would come out of his mouth.

“I’ve been waiting two years for that.” I said, not realising how desperate that came off.

“Oh really? Wow okay um, I literally had uh no clue, I mean well yes I did coz Scott kinda told me, and so did Lydia, and Liam, and Kira, Allison, Mason, okay pretty much everyone in the pack told me, um yeah.” Once again, your face flushed with many rosey tones of pink.

“Okay um, so are we gonna kiss?” You said with a low, croaky voice.

“Oh yeah, right. Okay, here we go.” He said.

We both leaned it so we met at 50/50. Our lips glide together in perfect synchronization. He moved his hands to the lowest part of my back, just above my only towel covered ass. I quickly squirmed and pulled away from him.

“Oh my god Y/N did I do something wrong?” The concern coming from his fiery amber eyes made my heart melt.

“No, it’s not you. It’s just, this is so embarrassing. I mean like I’ve had my first kiss and stuff, which was horrible by the way, but like I’ve never really gone past that with anyone and you putting your hands on me it just makes me nervous because no one has really ever done that to me before.”

“Wow Y/N, I never would have guessed that. You are so beautiful and intelligent, any guy would be lucky to have you. I really hope this doesn’t come off insensitive but, does this mean you are a virgin?”

“Yeah, it does.” I felt so embarrassed and stupid about it. Everyone else in the pack had done it, even Liam and he is a freshman.

“No, no, Y/N/N, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I am too.” As soon as I heard him say that, I pressed my lips down on his.

Our lips once again moulded together making fireworks like the 4th of July erupt inside of me. It was an amazing feeling. A sudden surge of confidence rushed over me and I  broke the kiss and pushed Stiles onto my bed.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” As soon as he finishing talking, I unwrapped the towel, leaving myself  bare, completely exposed. Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked up and down my body. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands. “Oh my god Y/N you lost your towel again.” He shrieked.

“I know.” I moved closer to him and sat on his lap, “I want this Stiles, I think. Not that I know, I haven’t really done this before.”

“Me either Y/N/N, should we just see where this goes?” I nodded and reconnected my lips with his, and I felt those 4th of July fireworks erupting in me once again.

Stiles deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into my mouth. It just felt so right. He bit my bottom lip and moved down to my neck and began to leave bright purple marks. I had no idea what to do so I put my hands in his hair and pulled, like in the movies. I heard him growl so I stopped. “Oh my god Stiles, did I hurt you?”

“No not at all, that felt really good actually.”

We moved back to the previous position and I moved slightly to maintain my balance.

“Oh my god Y/N please do that again.”

“What like this?” I moved again and realized what I was doing when I begin to feel his bulge grow against me.

I got up and layed down, pressing my back against my bed.

“Okay I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m just gonna go for it.” Stiles looked up at me and a flash of concern ran through his eyes. I gave him a nod of approval and he began to kiss me again. He then proceeded to move further down my body, blowing on the several purple marks he’d left which turned me into a quivering mess.

He reached my breasts and took one in his mouth, sucking roughly while fiddling with the other with his hand. The constant pinching, swirling and tickling caused me to let out a soft moan. He continued to drift further down, kissing my stomach lower and lower until he was just above my core. A weird feeling, like a throbbing began to build in my core.

I was deep in thought when suddenly, I felt a finger on my clit and I bucked my hips at how good it felt. “Wow” I thought to myself, “You are missing out on a lot?” He buried his face in between my thighs, causing me to moan so loud, it echoed through the whole house.

“I don’t ever think I’ve ever heard you be so loud before.” Stiles smirked, which caused me to flush and giggle. As I began to chuckle, Stiles pumped a finger into me.

“Stiles, that feels so good please don’t stop.” I strangled out those words as I felt all the muscles in my body tense up and the pit in my stomach increase.

“Fuck Y/N/N, say my name again that was so hot.”

“Stiles.” I moan as I come undone around his fingers and black spots start to blur my vision as I ride out my high.

Stiles falls down as lies next to me on my bed.

“Wow.” He says with a flabbergasted look in his face.

“That was-”

“Probably not that good.” He interrupts and turns to look at me and begins to play with my hair.

“Are You kidding, that was amazing. I want you to feel what I felt.” I press my lips to his for a quick short peck.

“Are you sure Y/N/N? You don’t have to just because of what I- ooh my god.” His sentence quickly changed into an exclamation as I undid the button on his khakis and pull down his boxers to reveal his massive, veiny cock. My eyes widened at the thought of fitting that whole thing into my mouth, so, I began by pumping his length up and down a few times, causing his head to roll back. Hopefully that meant he liked it.

I finally built up enough courage to put my mouth on his shaft and slowly but surely proceed further and further down and before I knew it, his whole dick was in my mouth. I begin bopping my head down faster and faster repetitively. He moaned my name several times which caused the throbbing sensation in my core rise up again. He started to twitch in my mouth and a salty liquid filled my throat and I swallowed it.

“Y/N/N as if you haven’t done this before, that was so good.” He kissed me, but quickly pulled away and asked, “Oh my god Y/N/N, is my cum still in your mouth?” The roughness of the word made me cringe.

“No Stiles, I swallowed it.”

“Oh my god Y/N/N, I can’t believe you actually swallowed it.”

“WHY ARE YOU NOT SUPPOSED TO AM I GONNA GET SICK?! GREAT HOW WILL EXPLAIN THIS TO MY PARENTS? YEAH MUM, I GOT SICK FROM SUCKING DICK!” Panic starts to fill me and just as I feel an attack come on, Stiles grabs me and pulls me into a hug. He pushes my head into his chest and grips tightly. The panic inside me immediately disappears. I feel so safe in his arms.

“No it’s perfectly normal. Scott says that most girls spit and it’s supposed to be impressive when they swallow. Not really sure why but just thought I’d give you that fact.”

I laughed and pressed my lips to his. It started off nice and slow but quickly turned into an extremely passionate rough kiss. We moved back to my bed again, Stiles lays me down on my back and he hovers over me. He began to lift his shirt up and I helped him. I took in every mole, muscle and area of bare skin on him. My hands roamed around his body as he smiled down at me.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?” He looked up and flashed a look of worry, but it quickly disappeared when I replied. “I’m ready, Stiles.”

He lined his tip up with my entrance and slowly pushed into me until he filled me up all the way with his length. Both of our heads rolled back as he slowly began to pull in and out of me. He started to speed up a little, making me moan softly. I began to kiss him, tongues roaming around everywhere in each others mouths.

“Stiles, I want to try something.” I looked up at him and he had that stupid smirk on his face which I hate, but love at the same time.

“Okay sure.” I rolled us over so he is lying against the bed. I moved down so my legs were on either side of his hips. I lined my entrance up with his tip and slowly moved down onto it, earning a deep, throaty moan from Stiles, which caused me to shiver. I had never heard his voice so deep before, it was so sexy.

“That feels so fucking good Y/N/N, please don’t stop.”

I began to maintain a steady speed, but I couldn’t take it any longer, and by the looks on his face, neither could he. So I began to start moving up and down fast really fast, making myself moan ever louder than before.

“Stiles” I screamed.

“Please scream my name again, I love that.”

“Stiles! Stiles I’m so close to-”

“Me too Y/N/N don’t stop. Keep going.”

I slowly keep increasing my speed and before we know it, we both reach our peak and his liquid fills me. I sloppily fall next to him. I can’t move. I try to get up but I can’t. I freeze. Stiles begins to sit up and sees that I’m frozen.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t move Stiles, like at all.”

“You are so cute. It’s normal. I think it’s from the fatigue of you know, what we just did, which was amazing by the way.” He began to blush which made me blush too.

“Yeah it was pretty fantastic, hey?” You flashed a smile at Stiles and it made him chuckle.

“So um, I’ll just put some clothes on and we can head to school?”

“Sure Y/N/N, um but before you do that, I just need to know, what are we?” A kaleidoscope of butterflies filled my stomach. I had waited for this moment for so long, I never thought it would actually happen.

“Well what do you want to be Stiles?”

“Y/N/N ever since I laid eyes on you, and I mean like in person not like when I stalked you on social media before you even came to our high school, anyway, I want you to be my girlfriend Y/N/N, will you please be my girlfriend?”

“Stiles Stilinski, you have no idea how long I have waited for you to ask me.”

He responds by pressing his lips to mine. “Let’s get to school.”

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We finally arrived at school and just as we began walking up the stairs, he grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers with me. We walk through the big glass Beacon Hills high school doors and see the pack staring at us, jaws practically on the floor. We walk over to them.

“Heyy guys.” Scott winks at us.

“Hey Scott.” Stiles and I say in unison and we just laugh at each other, Stiles presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Oh my god, finally!” Lydia exclaims, “I can’t even smell chemosignals but I didn’t even need to it was so obvious and finally! Congrats guys.” Lydia raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. She was my best friend, she knew exactly what happened here.

“Anyways, first period is about to start, Stiles and I have econ so we better get going before coach yells at us. See you guys later. ”Scott beings to walk and so does Stiles, but he quickly tells Scott to wait and he comes back to me and places a quick peck on my lips, then runs back over to Scott.

Nothing else in the world mattered to me at this very moment, I had finally gotten what I wanted, to be with the love of my life, Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski and after waiting two agonizing, painful years, I finally got him.

Drarry Book Club

this is not an official post in any capacity do not be fooled by the fancy Proper Noun letters hi 

Ok, so, obviously we’re gonna need a fic to read. I’m thinking I’ll take suggestions now, and then I’ll make a poll somewhere with the top suggestions and we can all vote? How does that sound? 

So, please send ur suggestions to my inbox!! Would be much appreciated!! We need a multi chapter fic, preferably not too old (I know trying to find a fic we all haven’t read is an IMPOSSIBLE task but we will try), and maybe less than 200k? Don’t want to overwhelm the smol Drarry squad right off the bat. 

Pls keep coming back here for more info, I will tag all of the people who liked/reblogged at a later date, feel free to help me out by sending this to people! It’s gonna b great!!!

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I really try holding my tongue and shit cuz i dont wanna seem biased… but are yall skinny girls fr? Like im not the type of person who tries to tell people who they are… but youre obviously a size 2 talkin bout “bgad… im thick” like… this isnt for you… things like that makes actual big/fat women discouraged… like they cant post because skinny girls are getting their shine…

Like… yall can chill for 2 days… yall are wildin trynna get attention and shit… we got yall… i promise, TOMORROW!

misagothings  asked:

May I suggest Rarilestia for a try? It is obviously quite different to Applelestia, but I find it a very appealing pairing :> (Also, I am new to tumblr and have no idea how answering posts works)

Who needs a prissy prince when you can have the princess of whole damn equestria and the holy sun, go for it rarity ~

Celestia would love to pamper her tiny pretty gf, and call her cute nicknames like “my princess” and more and Rarity just would die from all the blood rushing to her face

pls appreciate the size differences

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