little boys made of

little boys making fun of my niece for being the only girl and the only lefty in tee ball is not okay, but those little boy’s father’s laughing about how she probably won’t be any good “because she’s a little girl” made me more angry than anything else did. and yeah okay maybe it’s just tee ball for grade schoolers, but do you know who hit that ball farther than any other kid on that team tonight?? my niece, my fiery, strong, beautiful, talented little niece smashed that ball farther than any of those rude boys. and the look of pride on her face when she shut up those little boys (and their dads!) with one crack of the bat made me the proudest human to ever exist on this planet.

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: I understand that John Simm is the version of the Master that most people - myself included - first became familiar with/hold close to their hearts, but Michelle Gomez is actually a much more faithful reimagining of the character's beginnings and so anyone saying shit about "the REAL Master" being back can sincerely fuck off

what if medusa was a real woman. i mean: what if the woman with snakes in her hair was once a tiny girl with beautiful braids in her black hair.

what if the stories came from her smooth hands. when she was six she could make pottery that looked like flowers blooming in your palms. could carefully create replicas of any plant she saw.

and medusa was smart. ran from home, tucked up her hair so it looked short, made herself into a little boy. besides, they liked pretty boys. medusa at school with top grades, sending her unknowable stares at the other men. because the whole time she’s learning the planes of their faces, the way they look while they’re thinking, the slight twist of their hand that meant they were lying. 

medusa going home to sketch every little figure. comes to school in the morning with her hands caked in pottery clay. medusa learns. scrubs dirt on her face to mimic their planes. tilts her head the right way when she’s thinking. doesn’t twist her hand when she’s lying.

in her back yard, a little garden grows. statues of ceramic boys only three feet tall. at first, she can’t quite get the faces right. men are not the same as plants. there is something weird about the proportions she uses. medusa frowns.

she starts making animals instead for a bit, annoyed and disheartened. she’d always just been naturally good at it, and the fact she couldn’t just make something felt as if she’d lost her gift.

she makes cats and dogs and her neighbor’s birds and keeps going.

the snake wasn’t her favorite. he just wouldn’t leave her alone, so she gave up and let him sleep on her in the cold nights. besides, he was a small garden snake, couldn’t even bite her hard, just wanted a place of warmth. she let him rest on the angles of her shoulders, right near her neck, even if he sometimes forgot and held her too hard. that was okay. when she was little, she forgot too, sometimes, and shattered the slim walls of her pottery. the snake had a lot of growing up to do.

she loved no one. not because she was cold-hearted. just because it wasn’t something she wanted. she was busy with her artwork.

she chose an apprenticeship under a master craftsman. his sculptures made her breath stop. she was careful in the workshop, kept her things simple, kept her mouth shut. he called her stupid often. she would duck her head. sometimes she would make mistakes on purpose. all the while he only made sculptures of men. said there was no beauty in women. often made savage remarks about those they saw in the market.

and all the while, she watched him. she watched him and she went home and sketched. this is how his hands were when he made a vine. this is how they were when shaping a nose.

and her back yard garden would grow. little boys became her master, over and over and over, until she could get his jaw right. ceramic became sculpture.

he was who took her to athena’s temple. who shouted at her about how beautiful the statues were against her own. every week he’d come back and shame her. asked how the women there were smarter than the man she was supposed to be. medusa ducked her head and grit her teeth.

in her back yard, she made them. she made every god and goddess she’d seen in the city. her favorite was athena. she ached over her features. had spent so long in the world of men, was blinded by the beauty of women.

it was a black night. and medusa thought her master had left the temple before her. she loosened all the bindings that kept her from breathing. took her hair out. worshiped in peace. placed on athena’s alter a small and beautiful thing. the goddess, head tilted, thinking.

when he found medusa, what made him angry was not her small frame. it was the statute. a delicate thing. much better than the ones he had ever made.

he took it and snapped it in half. threw it deep in the temple’s well to rot. pulled her by her hair. demanded to know where it had come from.

medusa, angry, tired of hiding, tired of late nights and being a boy and pretending: medusa, athena-mad, spat on him. “I did it,” her voice is strong and full of hatred, “A woman made something better than a man could.”

He meant to kill her. To bash her head into the temple steps, claim it was an accident - or better yet, the spite of a god made flesh.

when he grabs her hair, the goddess bites back. athena, patron of creators, patron of the arts, patron of girls and those who are smart - she turns medusa’s hair into snakes. 

it is a quick little thing, darts out and draws blood, almost falls from her hair as a result. she catches the creature and runs, runs until she feels numb.

and what if - while her master is making up a story about poseidon and athena’s rage, explaining medusa’s back yard full of frozen men as being evidence of her evilness - what if medusa finds friends in blind women. and they teach her how to feel what she is seeing. how to use her hands with her eyes closed to make maps of whatever she holds. she starts with plants again. her snake is big now, and has babies. she moves on to their little wiggling forms, amused when they make tiny rings around her fingers. she does not live in a cave. she dresses as a man again, goes to market, sells her roses and vines and beautiful (simple) things. buys herself and the women a nice house out beyond all the noise of it. fills their garden with frozen men.

when the men come to kill her - because now her name is known, it is whispered, sticks in the throat - they don’t find her. they find a tall man who tells them: look in the mountains. when they don’t come back, it’s no fault of medusa’s. frankly, she thinks they should have brought more supplies than their swords into the deep woods. she’s not cruel. when they leave, she makes a statue of them, as her version of a memorial.

but one man is not like the others. he finds her with her hair down, humming, dancing around a marble stone. her snakes are warming in the sun.

medusa? he asks her. it’s a name she hasn’t heard in a long while.

she is tired of being hunted. she just wants to make art. she waits for the sword point. but he hesitates. looks at her full in her face.

strikes a bargain. if she makes him a head for his shield, he will tell the others that she is good and dead. and he will sell her art to better patrons when he could - although he suggests at least hiding the signature she has with maybe a little less snake-like scrawl - he would make her name known.

but medusa knows men. knows they will chomp down on a horror story faster than that of the artist. she is already permanent. she says: no, here’s what happens.

after many months, he has his shield. she wouldn’t let him leave with the first nine hundred versions, always found something wrong with them. he grows fond of her in this time, agrees to her terms. even he can’t really look at the shield head-on. she has captured a scream, a rage, too much. it is so utterly human and at once not that it makes his skin crawl.

where medusa’s blood drops, serpents sprawl. or at least, that’s the code she uses. when he finds little girls who can make art, he sends them to her. 

medusa does not expect to be known for the school that she starts. she is a women artist in a time of men, and her name is already dead to them. but i know medusa. i know her. she is known for her work.

after all, who can speak about medusa without mentioning how she froze the world?

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+bonus,he is just too…overwhelmed

Papi-Chulo-Bucky Masterlist!

-Bucky Barnes-

Series:

Let’s Pretend (NSFW) - Tony finds a website of two shape shifting mutant pornstars who make their living impersonating the Avengers on their website and decides to show the team. - FINISHED

Delta (NSFW) [A/B/O] Reader is a rare being in the a/b/o cycle and finds herself along side the Avengers. She manages to hide her true nature successfully until she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed super soldier. -FINISHED

Panic Cord - Reader is a blind person living in New York, when one day she’s saved by a mysterious man with a metal arm who shows her that seeing isn’t always believing. 

All American Asphyxiation (NSFW) - Reader convinces Bucky into a Dom/Sub relationship in order to help each other form stability in their lives. - FINISHED

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (NSFW)- Reader signs up for an online app similar to Omegle, but little does she know that she’s talking to the one and only Sebastian Stan. 

Haunting Me (NSFW) - Reader is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier? (Bucky x POC Reader)

Siniy Reader is an Avenger, but unlike them, she’s not a demi god, millionaire, super soldier, or a science experiment. She’s got a whole other dilemma: she’s not of this world. Things happen, and she finds herself on the run with Team Cap in Bucharest, along with catching the eye of Bucky Barnes.

One Shots:

Nicknames (NSFW)Reader tells the team of her cute little nickname for a certain super soldier.

Demonstrate (NSFW) Part 1|Part 2 -  Reader is a newbie pornstar, about to take on her first gig at Stark Industries. When she learns she’s working with porn legend Bucky Barnes, she’s in for a wild ride.

It’ll Last Longer (NSFW)After being gifted a Polaroid camera, Bucky becomes infatuated with taking pictures. Reader finds out that Bucky likes to take pictures of her, leading them to discovering Bucky’s camera kink.

Pursuit of Happiness -  After witnessing your boyfriend Bucky’s struggle with anxiety, you take it upon yourself to help him by any means necessary.

Dazed and Confused - Reader suffers a traumatic event that leads to her having insomnia. Tony offers her a certain “herbal solution” which leads to a very unexpected result. 

Reminisce - Bucky and his son reminisce about your relationship, which leads your son to revealing a big secret to his father. 

Bad Things (NSFW)For her twenty first birthday, Reader’s friends take her to a male strip club in hopes of giving her a good time. When the most famous dancer there, The Winter Soldier offers her a private dance, things get heated.

Daddy’s Girl (NSFW) - Reader brings Bucky back home to her hometown for Christmas to take the next big step in their relationship: meeting your family. After arriving early, you decide to have some fun with your boyfriend. What happens when you guys realize you’re not the only ones home?  

Or Nah (NSFW) -  Reader and Bucky are doing their routine workout before an extremely important mission, which doesn’t go as planned when Bucky shows her his own little playlist he made.

Promiscuous Boy Reader and Bucky share a very heated dance after consuming way too many drinks at Tony’s party, which leads to a very surprising ending.

I Miss You  (NSFW) - After weeks of being apart from your boyfriend, Bucky, the distance become a bit too much for you to handle.

Requests: 

Beggin’ For Thread (NSFW) - Reader steals some of Bucky’s boxers during laundry day. But when he goes to her for comfort from a thunderstorm, he gets a pleasant surprise.

Beware (NSFW) - Reader is a failed test subject of the Winter Soldier project. After Alexander Pierce orders him to be given to Asset One, Reader is forced to share a cell with the Winter Soldier himself. (Male Reader x Bucky Barnes)

And I Drove You Crazy (NSFW) - Reader’s bike needs to be repaired asap, leading her to come across an insanely gorgeous mechanic whom she may or may not want to bang the second she lays eyes on him.

Sweet Like Candy (NSFW) - After planning an entire day to spend with you (and confess his feelings towards you) Bucky’s plans are disrupted when Sam steals all of his clothes.

Fire (NSFW) - Reader and Bucky Barnes just don't get along at all. She thinks hes too brooding and a total try hard, and he thinks shes a pampered bitch. After one heated fight on the quinjet that ends up going way too far.

Cherry Bomb  (NSFW) - Reader takes Bucky out for milkshakes, which leads to some very naughtiness when she shows him she can tie a cherry stem with her tongue. 

Double Tap (NSFW) - After a disappointing night out, Sebastian and Reader have some naughty fun with Instagram Live. 

Body Language (NSFW) - Reader and Bucky have been in a relationship for a while, and she’s ready to take the relationship to the next level. But Reader has a small problem: she’s deaf.


- Clay Apuzzo - 

Series:

Holy Ghost (NSFW) - Reader is a wallflower working as a waitress in Los Angeles to pay her tuition. One night, after a heavy flirting session, a mysterious man known as Clay Apuzzo, leaves her a gracious tip, along with his phone number and a note offering her to be his sugar baby.

One Shots: 

The Climb Clay finds the hope he desperately needed right before he nearly loses everything he’s ever wanted.

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VIXX ~ Error [141221] SBS Gayo Daejun

Just testing out how Gavin’s little dude will move. You know, trying to give him character/ personality. BOy I haven’t animated in a long time; getting those legs to look right was like reinventing the wheel. 

It’s far from perfect but this project is gonna be anything but perfect anyway lol so. 

more coming  s o o n 

Delilah’s playing the long game, and now she’s an Empress.


Episode one aint even out and this boy dead inside (VRAINS STARTS TODAY!!)

Behold the only yugioh protagonist to do his research about the franchise before he started. And man does he regret signing that contract

*slams fists into table*

THE LAST SCENE OF THE MOVIE SHOWS MOANA SURROUNDED BY THE MEMBERS OF HER OWN FAMILY

THE LAST SCENE SHOWS HER WITH PARENTS

AND THEN IT SHOWS HER DOWN AT THE WATER WITH  TALA REINCARNATED AS A MANTA RAY

AND THEN IT SHOWS HER CLIMBING TO THE TOP OF THE MAST OF HER CANOE AS MAUI FLIES BY HER CANOE

MAUI SHOWS UP AGAIN IN A SCENE THAT STRONGLY EMPHASIZES ON MOANA’S FAMILY

THIS CAN’T BE A COINCIDENCE

as we get closer to the next toa book, I WOULD LIKE TO STRESS HOW BADLY WE NEED A GOOD LIPER REUNION without a judo flip, without leo being punched or kicked or yelled at

CAN I PLEASE GET AN EMOTIONAL REUNION WHERE PIPER JUST HOLDS HIM FOR AWHILE SO LEO CAN KNOW HE’S LOVED BY SOMEONE, SO THAT HE KNOWS SOMEONE GENUINELY MISSED HIM WHILE HE WAS GONE so that after everything this poor little teenage boy has been through, after all the mistake he’s made, he will always know that he has piper to come home to

because i really think leo deserves that

anonymous asked:

What if a Hale-wolf lives after the fire on the street, perhaps with a human who is homeless. And because of these circumstances he looks more like a sick thin dog than a wolf.


On, anon, why would you do this to either of us? 

The wolf is too thin, his belly shrunken and concave, no fat between his thin skin and his brittle bones. He has forgotten how to hunt. He is hunted instead, by the spectre of death. He knows. He doesn’t care. Instead of sticking to the woods where instinct tells the wolf he would be safer—shelter, water, prey—the wolf winds closer and closer into the streets of the human town, and picks through dumpsters and gutters for food.

Here tires screech on asphalt. Cars backfire. The street is hard underneath the pads of the wolf’s paws. Everything is loud and harsh and too, too bright.

The wolf limps down the alleyways, death silently following.

Winter is here. The wolf knows he will not see another one.

The wolf follows his nose. He picks up heady scents above the stink of exhaust fumes and oil and rancid things. The wolf rattles around the trashcans at the back of a cheap diner, and fills his belly with the sick-slickness of greasy burgers. Warmth fills the wolf, and his old friend death steps back for just a moment.

Nose in the air, the wolf continues to explore the alleyway. His claws dig into a pile of damp cardboard as he sidesteps the icy-cold puddle of rain, oil-slicked, in the gutter.

“Hey!” someone says, and the cardboard shifts.

The wolf skitters back, and then remembers that he is a predator. He stops, and turns, and growls.

A boy’s face appears from underneath a layer of the cardboard. It is pale. His eyes are bloodshot and his lips are blue. He has a spray of moles across his face like an unfamiliar constellation. The boy freezes when he sees the wolf. “Holy shit.”

The wolf and death stare back at the boy.

The wolf has forgotten how to mark time.

He has no idea how long it is he stands there.

***

The boy’s bones are as brittle as the wolf’s, his skin as thin. When he curls his fingers through the wolf’s ruff, they are like icicles. His breath though, is hot. It tickles the wolf’s fur when he buries his face against it. His tears taste like salt.

Death circles them, in the little den the boy has made behind the cardboard in an alleyway in the cold, cold town.

The wolf tugs himself from the boy’s grip, and slinks back down the alley to the trashcans. His boy is too cold, too weak to crawl this far, so the wolf picks up a discarded burger in his jaws and carries it back to him.

The boy eats it, crying.

The wolf curls around him when they sleep.

Death steps closer, its black mouth open in hunger.

The wolf growls at it, the sound rumbling through his thin ribcage.

Not tonight.

Not tomorrow.

Maybe not this winter at all.

The wolf has a den now, and a heartbeat to share it with.

When the boy is strong again they will go into the woods and build a shelter there, and the wolf will remember his instincts, and the boy will learn his, and they will be packmates there, where the ground is soft underneath their feet and the stars are visible at night.  

Camp Half-Blood!AU Jimin

  • Son of Poseidon: god of the sea, earthquakes, horses, hurricanes, oceans, destruction, droughts, floods and storms.
  • BLACK HAIR JIMIN because that was the best thing that happened in my life
  • Imagine jimin getting out of the sea with his hair wet, brb i’m killing myself 
  • When he first came to the camp he was so small and cute (still tbh) so everyone thought he was a son of demeter or aphrodite 
  • But bITCH YOU THOUGHT
  • Jimin was in his first sword class when a trident appeared above his head 
  • And that’s how the camp know he was a son of the god of the sea
  • He’s an actual angel, everybody love him including dionysus even though he doesn’t admit it 
  • He is solidary, he does not even doubt in helping other people     
  • He is so gentle like he treat everyone equal no matter if you’re a satyr or a dryad he will be nothing but friendly
  •  When he went to the camp the first he was so shock like “why the horses with wings are tALKING TO ME”
  • And when he discovered he can breathe under water he was so excited that he looked like a kid
  • “look I’m a fish”
  • Boy tHAT SWORD SKILLS 
  • Jimin is also very brave and adventurous, so he goes to mission a lot
  •  One time after a mission, he came to the camp near to death and everybody freaked out bc if jimin is dying everyone is dying too      
  •  He only gets mad when someone is messing with the people he cared about, like oh no don’t you dARE  
  •  He loves Fridays bc it means pegasus time   
  •  And helps namjoon with pegasus bc he is clumsy and Hoseok too bc they seem to not like him   
  •  He is really messy, so even though he is the only one in his cabin it’s always a huge mess      
  •  His best friend is taehyung and when they are together is really fun bc it’s all laughs and jokes    
  • He communicates with his dad a lot, and he is Poseidon’s favorite son even if he does not tell him    
  • He likes to spend his time in the lake and sometimes he talks with the water’s creatures       
  • Is a really good player in capture the flag·    
  • He is always in namjoon’s team, and he teases Jungkook pretty often bc he is in yoongi’s team   
  • He has lots and lots of admirers bc you know he is completely gorgeous and charming, even Jungkook fell for him   
  • And Jimin kinda likes Jungkook, but now is a secret   
  • Jimin is a really special boy who only wants people to be happy and he loves summer so much bc he spends the whole time in the camp practicing and having fun with his friends 


Jungkook ver / taehyung ver / jimin ver / namjoon ver / hoseok ver / yoongi ver / jin ver

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Had fun cooking for my babyboy♡☆
@littleboysworld

[Make sure the food you prepare is healthy, but tasty. Keep in mind what your little likes and what they dislike.
Let it cool down before you feed them so they don’t burn their mouths.
Let them try to eat on their self’s but always pay attention, otherwise they will make a mess put of your place :D]