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Evanesce of Ruin | M

“We can finally be together, now.” His happy tone was soft, lowered even, inching closer to you while resting his hand on your thigh.

Originally posted by snugglysoju

Précis; Love or lust, a mystery to all; and a broken meaning to one.

Note: Inspo from my best friend’s experience! *cries* I’m a horrible person lmao | Words ➳ 8.8k

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a sprinkle of fluff. Smut.


Like an ocean’s wave rolling onto the sand as they both intermingled before the water came crashing back to it’s home, is something that heavily contradicted within your life.

Broken words, fruitless promises and a devotional mirage painted with deception behind a thin foggy layer was something you didn’t even bother to acknowledge; only believing in the words he muttered to you while he kept you in his arms, only thinking positively and never even giving a second thought on how cruel the world could actually be when it had your feelings on the palm of it’s hand.

And here you were, dropping your bag on the floor of your apartment while releasing a sigh of relief, only ever wanting to sink into the confines of your bed with your lovely boyfriend by your side. It was past midnight, and you could only yawn as you walked down the hallway of your home, soon hearing persistent soft tapping against the walls from inside your bedroom. Frowning, you began to walk faster down the hallway, wondering why your roommate had the audacity to bring someone into your room to fuck on your bed..or whatever they were doing.

Once you reached the bedroom door, you had imagined ripping the door knob off and blasting it open, only for your hand to hover over it. Your heart sank, the voices muffled behind the other side of the door surely not sounding like your roommate at all; and you could only imagine what could be on the other side. But it was impossible, right? It had to be someone else, you wanted it to be someone else but the worry began to overwhelm you and before you knew it, the anticipation crawling throughout your skin turned the doorknob before you softly pushed the door open.

Peeking inside, you could only see the alabaster glow from the moon seep through the sheer curtains, illuminating the shimmery bodies intermingling with one another. Legs spread open before him, his head stretched all the way back while laying against the headboard with shut eyes as his mouth was opened, breathy moans swimming past his lips. He held onto her waist tightly as she bounced on his lap, her breasts ricocheting within the air as one of his hands quickly reached for one before he would smother it in his hands as if it were silly putty.

She was vocal, that was a fact that was implicated into the air and your bed was moving slightly from the conspicuous licentious commotion happening upon it’s fluffy tousled blankets and tangled sheets. Breath caught in your throat, you felt tears beginning to overcloud your vision but you willed them away; quickly reaching for the light switch before you were all blinded by the luminous glare.

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A little something I finished on a stream I had over the weekend. Goes with a one-shot I wrote for funsies September 2015 when I was just starting to get to know the characters. What other reason would Zack hang around Milo if everything about the Murphy Curse freaks him out X)

Also bonus from The Milo Archives (end of Sept - mid Oct 2015):

Another vent art, which went with the oneshot. Sort of another reminder I made myself when moving countries got stressful. Hard to do, man! Milo’s got resilience to the MAX.

ALSO look at how much my drawings of them have CHANGED holy shoot. Milo’s cowlick looked more like a banana back then and Zack had Shark fins for hair XP

I like drawing platonic best friend artz :3

Some of the posts on my dash have reminded me of certain facts. Which of course set of the little cogs within my brain turning with new crack possibilities…

It is the middle of the Clone Wars, and Asajj Ventress has sworn vengeance upon Count Dooku for the way he betrayed her. Her attempt to use Savage Oppress to obtain her revenge has failed, and the assault on Dathomir has taken a horrendous toll on her Nightsister brethren. And yet, Mother Talzin has shown that Dooku’s defences are not impenetrable. As she kneels amid the barren ruins of her ancestral village, Asajj calls upon the ghostly matron for advice.

The spectre reveals that the method she used is not available to Ventress - not only is she not trained in the deeper Nightsister mysteries but she does not have access to a convenient lock of Dooku’s hair, and have I mentioned how desperately I want the story about that? I mean, how the hell did Talzin manage to get it - what self respecting Sith doesn’t take care not to leave pieces of themselves where practitioners of Dark Magics can get them?

Anyway, that’s obviously not an option here, but Ventress needs to find a way to get past Dooku’s not inconsiderable defences. Mother Talzin points out that while she may not be able to target him directly, even a mighty Sith Lord cannot rid himself of all his connections. It is a longshot, but it is possible that a spell targeted at another might still be able to affect Dooku tangentially. All they need is a piece of something tightly linked to one who Dooku is still connected to…

The Jedi Temple has upped security since the incident with the Holocron Vault - patrols around the archives in particular have been increased, and the computer systems themselves not carry some rather impressive surprises for those attempting to infiltrate them. Security measures around the Jedi’s personal quarters however is not tight - oh the creche is well protected, but most of the Jedi are spending greater and greater periods on deployment and there is little need to guard empty quarters.   

Which is why no one can work out exactly what Ventress was after - her infiltrating the Temple was not completely unexpected, even if she does seem to be running freelance these days, but she didn’t seem to leave with anything of value! No military systems were breached, the archives are intact, and while some initiates report seeing a strange “Knight” wandering the halls there were no attempts at kidnapping (in fact if anything Ventress appeared to be taken aback by the appearance of children in the halls - they will never know the parade of might-have-beens that filled her mind in that moment). Ventress is just glad no-one caught her raiding certain people’s freshers. It was traumatic enough as it was without having to explain why she was raiding hairbrushes.

So having acquired the necessary materials Ventress returns to Dathomir and within  a one of its many sacred caverns begins the ritual, using all her skills to call upon the Darkness to bring “Yoda’s last Padawan” (or “Most powerful” depending on whatever canon has decided regarding certain apprenticeships) to her for the purposes of vengeance.

She’s not sure what exactly she’s expecting (the tie between Dooku and his former Master may not be strong enough to do anything, and who knows exactly how the spell will achieve it ) but it’s certainly not the flash of light followed by the sudden appearance of a young, blonde, human male who is most definitely NOT Count Dooku.

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An assortment of Brainstorms which I never liked enough to upload by themselves.

1. The second Transformers fanart I ever drew! I remember it took me approximately Forever to draw, oh man I’ve streamlined my robot-drawing process so much since I started.

2. My friend told me to draw a human Brainstorm so I Tried. Very inspired by these designs because for some reason they got stuck in my head as What Brainstorm Looks Like.

3. A Brainstorm who was supposed to go with this Perceptor until I decided I was unhappy with how I’d drawn him. Still need to draw a proper fanart for the science nerds ship at some point.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Summary: Loki has turned a new leaf, and has taken residence at the tower. That doesn’t mean everyone trusts him. It’s family night, and everyone is invited but him. You decide to spend some time with Loki in his room.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: WOOOHOOO!!!!! Finally I uploaded something!!! Tasha Tuesday tomorrow, and some more Bucky on the way too!

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

Ever since Loki got to the tower, you could say things have changed. The easy going, peaceful atmosphere has all but diminished. Everyone is either terrified of the God, or just down right hate him. I believe in the power of positive attitude and kindness. I believe he has changed his ways, but I also think treating him as if he’s a monster will just turn him back into one. I’m not saying I expect everyone to treat him like family immediately, I understand what he’s done and what he’s tried to do. I don’t expect them to accept him with open arms, especially Clint. I’ve caught him with an arrow towards him and I’ve had to stop him. I didn’t figure I’d have to tell a man with 3 kids not to shoot an arrow at a new ally.

As ‘family’ night in the avengers tower is in full swing, I can’t help but feel guilty as literally the only one who wasn’t invited was Loki. Even Thor is here.

“Come on, (Y/N) lighten up. It’s family night!” Tony slaps me on the back, causing me to spit my wine out. Glaring up at him, I put my wine glass on the table.

“It doesn’t really feel like family night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Something wrong?” Steve comes up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

“How can we really call this family night when the newest member of our ‘family’ is never invited, and we make no effort to make him feel welcome?” I throw my arms up, walking out of the kitchen. I hear Steve sigh, and I can sense him following me.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Where are you going?” I turn to face him. Maybe it’s PMS, because I’m usually not this highly emotional, but I can feel tears prick my eyes.

“I’m going to go see Loki, because I seem to be the only one who believes in him and I want to spend time with him.” Steve keeps up with me, his hands in his pockets.

“Look, (Y/N) I know how you feel. Really, I do. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it.” I turn sharply, and I can only hope the glare I had on my face would kill a man.

“I don’t know about you, Captain, but I believe every man can change his ways. I think Loki is a prime example of that.” He crosses his arms, spreads his legs and looks at the ground, before looking up at me.

“This is Loki we’re talking about here, (Y/N). The God of Mischief and Lies. He can make you think anything about him that he wants you to. He’s dangerous.” I roll my eyes for the one-too-manyth time today.

“That’s rich coming from the man who said, and I quote “There’s only one God ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Does that ring a bell to you, Captain Rogers?” I think for once, I’ve struck the man speechless. It feels good. Empowering.

“Now, please excuse me. Someone has to let him know he’s wanted around here, even if you don’t.” He uncrosses his arms, running his right hand through his hair.

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant and you kn-”

“Goodbye, Rogers. Enjoy family night.” I’m in the elevator with the doors closing before he can finish his sentence. I don’t think that was too harsh, right? Considering the shit way they’ve been treating Loki.

I understand how dangerous the man is, believe me, I was there when we fought him and the chitauri. I also believe in second chances. Now I know, world domination is a REALLY big thing to have to forgive, and as I’ve stated before, I do not expect everyone to forgive him and be his best friend. He has a long road ahead to make people trust him again, and he’s acutely aware of that. And even if he has no one else, he’ll have me. And I hope that means something to him.

Coming to Loki’s door, I knock firmly twice, awaiting his response. The door opens on its own, no doubt with a little help from his magic. Entering his room, which is decorated with green, gold and black. Did you expect anything else? He lays perched on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, and a book in his left hand, a book he’s no doubt read numerous times, and his right hand behind his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Good evening, pet.” My cheeks become hot at this new nickname of his, he just recently started calling me said name.

“Good evening, Loki.”  He closes his book, and sets it in his lap, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you not with your comrades? It is, family night is it not?”  I sigh, looking down at my hands, and twiddling with my fingers.

“It is, I just thought you could use some company. If you don’t mind, that is.” He grins, setting his book on his large, black bedside table.

“How considerate of you, darling. Come, sit.” He gestures to the spot next to him on his massive bed. I don’t know why, but Loki has always been intimidating to me. I’m not afraid, no. He doesn’t scare me, not anymore at least. His presence DEMANDS respect, way more so than Thor. I thought meeting the God of thunder and fertility was difficult, meeting Loki is a whole new ball game. He is stunning in a way no mortal man could ever compete with. Him and Thor are both similar, and yet total opposites. They’re both visually stunning, in their own respects. Thor is powerful, in every sense of the word, and strikingly handsome. He’s cheery, humble, and kind. He is sunshine, while he controls the rain.

Loki is devastatingly handsome, in ways Thor could never accomplish. He’s clever, witty, dark and humorous. He’s romantic, and whimsical. It takes all these qualities to make him the God of mischief and lies, and he does not disappoint.  Perhaps it is these features that has caused me to fall so hard for him..

Doing as he asks, I sit next to him on the bed, moving cautiously, as not to stardle him. Not that I ever could, but just to be on the safe side, I take my time.

“How has your evening been, Loki?” He smirks, turning to face me.

“Quite enjoyable, really. More so now. What have I done to deserve your presence darling?” I bite my lip, looking down into my lap.

“I-I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone, and I don’t like the thought of family night when the newest of our family was up in his room alone.” He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Mmm, I see. I’m glad you decided to stop in and visit me. Although I must confess, this is not anything new to me, pet. I’m used to being left out. You needn’t trouble yourself with me. My past decisions led me to where I am now, and I must live with the consequences. Do not fret over me, pet. I shall be fine.” I turn to face him, licking my lips and taking a deep breath.

“Nobody deserves to live a life of solitude, Loki. You’ve made some bad choices, yes. The world will probably never see you as good ever again, but that shouldn’t mean the ones you call friends and family never will again. I was THERE, Loki, I saw what happened. I fought against you and almost got killed in the process, I’ve saved many lives, and lost even more. But I believe a man can change, and I believe you have. If nothing else, we as your new comrades should have some faith in you, even if just a little.” During my whole speech, he was looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a lie, or a stretch of the truth, of which I knew he wouldn’t find. He licks his lip, before drawing it into bite on it.

“Why? Why do you believe in me? I do not deserve it.” I sigh.

“Everyone deserves someone cheering them on in their own little corner.” He smirks, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head, before pulling me closer to him and leaning in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I lick my lips, whilst staring at his own.

“What are you waiting for then?” He needs no more convincing, he leans up, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is slow, but passionate. There’s no need to rush here, we have all the time in the world.

Originally posted by painfulblisss

“What will your friends think of this?” He asks once he pulls away, licking his bottom lip.

“I don’t give a damn what they say.” He chuckles.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

FIN.

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Hamburg - when (almost) everybody is wrong

My best friend’s brother had a brand-new baby girl on Tuesday. She’s quite pink but everybody is very proud of her. The brother is a teacher in Hamburg and his partner and baby are in a hospital in the city. 

It’s G20.

Yesterday I talked to my friend and she told me how terrified her brother was. Hamburg expected 100.000 protesters. Which is a lot, causes traffic jams and is a general nuisance. 

It also expected about 8000 violent instigators, hooligans, extremists and so on. 

In the run-up to G20 business in the richer parts of town had been marked as belonging to, well, rich people. All of this is nothing new. We have that every year in Berlin. Cars are set on fire, windows need to be barricaded, there will be water throwers. 

Try navigating that with a newborn. 

The hospital released both mother and baby a day early to get them out of the city because they expected a very real possibility that the hospital might be attacked and I sat in my kitchen on the other side of Germany wondering what the fuck that says not only about my the world but also a movement I have always felt very connected to.

But ultimately… I mean, heck, I have lived in Leipzig and spent a good deal of time in Connewitz, I come from the deep and very neo-Nazi east… I am not surprised.


And then there is the other side of the story. Hundred thousands of people who care about this world and this planet and what’s happening to it and our future. A tidal wave of worry but also of hope.

Setting up their tents in parks, areas that have been given to them by the city of Hamburg - their right to do so, to come together and protest, bolstered and protected by the German constitution AND a legally binding decision by a judge just the day before. 

And then there is the chief of Hamburg police, a man even my conservative friends in the city call an absolute hardliner… Twisting the legal decision to his liking, as a member of the executive branch looking for loopholes in a legally binding decision to interpret it to his liking. 

A man that many have accused of provoking the violence by rigorously responding to the slightest provocations from the black block in the March to Hell demonstration, basically doing what the violent protesters wanted: Instigating violence and drawing every other peaceful protester down the drain with them.

They didn’t even need to bring in their own instigators. Holy shit, this is Germany. We have a long-standing tradition of violent left-wing protests. We have the 1st of May and this is HAMBURG. St. Pauli is a rallying cry for everyone looking for an excuse to set a car on fire.  

All they needed to do was to declare the black block as the black block and let everything unravel from there. We even have a word for a mass of hooded demonstrators ready for violence. There is a reason your are not allowed to cover your face at demonstration because that is the ONE determining characteristics from dividing the peaceful protesters from the Hooligans. And everybody accusing me of dragging a football term into this. Look at them and tell me the difference. I dare you!


Do any of them care for the protests? To any of them care for G20 or what these people decide up there?

A friend of mine is a member of the police emergency personnel, a branch from the standard police that is trained for those exact situations (and football games, because Germany). He is also a few political meters left of me. What we call a “linke Zecke” here in Germany. He cares. 

He cares that idiots attack them and then run into the masses, using peaceful demonstrators as human shields. He also cares that an asshole in a plush chair plays Russian roulette with his men’s health by waging his own cute little war. 

The new baby’s father cares because more than half of his students are not of German heritage, spanning the globe in their mother tongues and skin colors. 

But people that invade the perceived “rich” quarters to vandalize whole streets, setting cars on fire and respond to pleas of “People live here!” which “Shut the FUCK up!” 

They don’t care. they just want an excuse to brutalize others and there is no difference if you call that left-wing or right-wing terrorism. It’s terrorism. 

And people like the police chief, who so blatantly disregards a law he swore to uphold? Does he care for anything but his own personal power and pride? Does he even CARE for the people who now have no car anymore, no business or who can’t go to a hospital because everything is blocked and emergency services are busy taking care of the victims on both sides of the violence he provoked days in advance?

What does HE care for?


There are situations that you cannot win, caught between a rock and a hard place and the pride and disregard of men who don’t see you as worth caring for. Police power, terrorists. Doesn’t matter. 

I just saw the pictures a friend sent from by-streets in Hamburg. Not the main streets. Not the protest route but remote, peaceful by-streets, far from the protest, littered with burning cars. Family cars, not expensive ones. Just family cars. Trash cans kicked onto streets and set on fire.

People standing by in absolute disbelief.

Yet still, people stand up and go there. They protest the unfairness of a world order that disadvantages people too poor to even come to Hamburg and protest in their own name. 

Yet still, the people of Hamburg sweep their streets and replace their windows and go on with stubborn northern determination. 

And yet, a man walks through the crowds with a shield saying “Leave me alone, I’m just going to the supermarket.”

And yet, the first thing I hear from everybody around me, no matter which camp they belong to is “this is not democracy” and “what do you need?”

And yet, humanity prevails. Even if it sometimes is by just surviving. 

You Belong With Me

Anon Request: Can you do a barry allen imagine where y/n is also a meta human working with star labs and she loves barry but he loves iris and she wants to tell him how she feels

Words: 1300ish

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

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“…and this is the Cortex. This is the home base of Team Flash.”

Goosebumps ran over your body and your stomach fluttered as you heard the silvery voice of Barry Allen. A short moment passed, before you were brought out of your daze by Iris’ voice. You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes as the two continued walking into the room. Iris’ eyes began to wander around the room, astonished by the technology and wonder of it all. Jealousy bubbled in your stomach as you watched the way Barry looked at Iris. You longed for the same look of adoration from Barry.

“Barry, this is so magnificent! Why didn’t you tell me that you were The Flash sooner? Next thing I know, you’re going to tell me (Y/N) is a metahuman.”

Barry gave you a quick smirk, as two children would do when they were keeping  a secret. He quickly looked back to Iris before she noticed the exchanged glance.

“You know I didn’t tell you because your dad and I wanted to keep you safe.” He said, as he walked around the desks ignoring Caitlin, Cisco and yourself and continued to explain the equipment to Iris. After Barry finished showing Iris the Cortex, they both engaged in conversation with Caitlin and Cisco.

Jealousy continued to build in your stomach as you saw Caitlin and Cisco laugh at a joke Iris told. Not only was she had she captivated the man of your dreams, she was slowly stealing your friends. Suddenly, you looked over and saw one of your papers begin to float in the air. You quickly slammed the paper on the desk, the loud noise drawing attention to yourself.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Iris questioned. The rest of the group looked at you knowing what had happened.

“Yeah, I’m fine. There was just a bug on my paper, so I hit it.” You said, rushing out the last part. Iris smiled at you awkwardly and engaged back in her conversation with Barry. Your cheeks flushed red due to your envy. Since no one was looking in your direction, you used your telekinetic powers and moved around papers.

“Why won’t any of them talk to me?”

You continued to play around with your powers, moving tiny objects and not bringing attention to yourself again. Before letting out a soft, exasperated sigh, you noticed a glass of water sitting on the edge of the desk by Iris. No matter how hard you attempted to ignore the urge, it just got stronger.

The envied urge reigned strong before you finally gave into the devil on your shoulder. Focusing in on the glass, you slowly began to shake it. With a quick flip of your hand, the glass fell off the desk and into Iris’ lap.

Iris jumped up and shattered the glass in the progress.

“Oh my god, I’m soaking wet! How in the world did that just happen?” She patted her lap in hopes of drying herself off. You couldn’t help but to softly giggle at the situation but also feel guilty about what you had done. Barry stood up and quickly picked up the glass shards.

“Iris, come on, let me take you home,” Barry said, moving her towards the exit of the Cortex.

“No Barry. That’s okay, I can do it myself,” she said, her voice still laced with confusion as to what had happened. Iris ran out of Star Labs as quickly as possible. After Iris had left, all looks were focused on you.

“(Y/N), what the hell was that,” Barry screamed. You kept your head down, fearing to make eye contact with him.

“She was getting a little too close to you and I did not enjoy it,” you thought. No, you couldn’t say that. Your love towards Barry was your best kept secret, no one knew about it.

“I’m so sorry Barry. I wasn’t aiming for Iris; I was trying to spill the water on Cisco. I still have to find a way to get revenge on Cisco after he pranked me. That was how I was going to do it.”

Barry laughed, remembering your’s and Cisco’s ongoing prank war. “It’s okay (Y/N). I’m sorry that I shouted.” He walked towards you and hugged you. Barry grabbed his jacket and walked towards the door.

“Hey, we’re still best friends right?”

“Yeah, best friends,” you nodded. You felt your heart break as he walked out of Star Labs.

“You like him don’t you?” You were brought out of your heartbroken daze by the sound of Cisco’s voice.

“What?”

“(Y/N), you like Barry. It’s so obvious.”

A blush started to rise to your cheeks at the thought of your crush not being a secret anymore.

“Is it really,” you asked, dropping your head in shame. Caitlin and Cisco nodded their heads.

“(Y/N), from one woman to another, just tell him how you feel,” Caitlin told you. Your eyes widened at the thought of telling Barry your feelings. You quickly shook your head ‘no’. Contemplating on the thought for a few minutes made it seem like a good idea. A smile spread across your face.

Caitlin pointed her finger at the door, directing you to leave. You quickly grabbed your things at ran out of the door.

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You can do this. You can do this. You think to yourself, walking up to your best friend’s door. You were going to say that you liked him, you have for almost a year now. You knock on the door before you can back out. Shit, you aren’t prepared for this.

“Hey!” Barry greets you as he opens the door.

"Hi.” You say, rubbing your arm. “Can I come in?” You ask, motioning to the house.

"Of course.” He smiles and opens the door wide, letting you in.

"I just wanted to apologize for this afternoon at work. That was so unlike me, I have no idea what came over me.” Your voice was low. You played with your fingers, trying to not feel as awkward as you did.

“(Y/N), I don’t know why you’re apologizing. You were just trying to prank Cisco, Iris was just caught in the crossfire.” Both of you laughed but you were awkwardly laughing due to Barry’s naivety to the situation.

“About that Barry, I-I kind of, might have lied. I wasn’t really trying to prank Cisco, and that’s why I’m here. It’s because I have something to tell you. You might want to sit down.” You breathe out, your voice shaky.

Barry sits next to you on the couch and you place your hands in his. “Barry, I-I-I don’t know how to say this but, I l-love you.” Your voice got quieter as you quickly said the last part. He removed your hands from his and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Um…wow, (Y/N), that’s sweet and all, but I, I don’t feel the same. I love Iris and I have for a long time.“

You immediately look down at your hands that are now laced together in your lap before slowly nodding, an embarrassed look spreading across your formerly smiling face.

"Don’t get me wrong, you’re a sweet girl. But I’m not the one for you.”

“Barry, I don’t understand why you’re hung up on Iris. She still loves Eddie, and she’ll always see you as her best friend! Why can’t you see that I understand you Barry? She doesn’t know what it’s like to be a metahuman and she never will. You belong with me Barry,” you spat. Your words were laced with hurt and anger. Barry looked at you with great sympathy. You grabbed your things and began walking towards the front door.

“We can still be friends,” Barry says in a defeated tone. You stop walking and turn around to face him, “No we can’t. Everything’s gonna awkward now.”

”(Y/N), it’s just a small crush, this will all blow over, and we’ll forget about it in, like, two days tops.”

“Barry, I’ve liked you for a year! I wouldn’t necessarily call that a ‘small crush’!”

”(Y/N)-“

"Just drop it. Forget this all happened.” You stormed off down the street, leaving you frustrated and Barry without a best friend.

Ik it’s irrelevant now but I see the portrait of Hamilton and think this.


Hamilton: honey

Hamilton: elizaaaaaaaa

Eliza: what is it dear

Hamilton: I don’t like it

Eliza: Alexander the young man spent a long time on it, your portrait looks fine.

Hamilton: When I die Eliza I’ll be known as a carton. A fucking cartoon Eliza.

Eliza: honey that is offensive, you look decent.

Hamilton: my friends are better artists.

Eliza: honey Jefferson isn’t your friend.

Hamilton: no! I mean my actual friends.

Eliza: all your friends are dead dear.

Hamilton: no!

Eliza: Alexander.

Hamilton: John draws really good turtles-

Eliza: yes I know-

Hamilton: And Lafayette draws people!

Eliza: he draws pornagraphy Alexander.

Hamilton: Well he knows how eyes should be shaped!

Eliza: Alexander.

Hamilton: he made me look like a bug!

Eliza: you do not look like a bug.

Hamilton: history is going to remember you as a pushover who married a bug Eliza.

Eliza: honey you haven’t done anything, in two hundred years no one will even remember us.

Hamilton: bzz

Eliza:

Eliza: Alexander-

Hamilton: bzzzzzzzzz

Eliza: stop-

Hamilton: bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Phillip: what’s going on here.

Eliza: your father is an annoying bug dear

Hamilton: *sad bug down*

Eliza: kys Alexander.

Forever | 24: The Name of Love

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 3.3k (this is super long and lame IM SORRY)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language

A/N: Only 1 chapter left!!!! I’m gonna cry when this fic ends, but I hope y’all enjoy!!! Reader’s POV, then Sebastian’s for the rest - text convos in italics!!

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Forever | 23 // Forever | 25

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CH 4 - Doctor’s Appointment

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The kitchen was a mess of various ingredients and utensils that Marvin had been using to cook that day. Ever since Signe had taught him how he had been spending his evenings making dinner for everyone. He loved doing it, and it helped every one out since they were usually to busy to cook. Sometimes, Signe would assisst him, but tonight she was working on a project.

He pulled some potatoes over to the cutting board and began slicing. As he cut he used his magic to flip through the open cook book in front of him. He had read the recipe a dozen times tonight, but he wanted to make sure it was perfect. With his focus divided however he happened to miss the spud he was chopping.

“Gah!” He dropped the knife and pulled his hand to his chest.

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Double Date

Here is my Captain Swan Secret Valentine gift for the lovely @kmomof4​!

Summary: When Emma goes on a double date with her best friend, Elsa, and Elsa’s boyfriend, Liam, she certainly doesn’t expect that her date will be Killian Jones, a man she detests for his ability to occasionally defeat her in court.


Emma’s footsteps echoed through the hallway as she left the courtroom at a consistent, brisk pace. When she was halfway to the exit, she heard the sound of someone running behind her. She picked up the pace slightly and grimaced.

“Come on, Swan. Don’t be like that.”

When she realized she could not outpace the man behind her, she swiveled on her left heel and found Killian Jones standing two feet away from her, panting slightly. He had already loosened his tie and undone the top button on his shirt.

“What do you want?”

“I just wanted to say you did well. Is that a crime?”

“Hmm. Let me think about it,” Emma responded, tilting her head slightly to the right and looking pensively up and down the man in front of her. She certainly didn’t mind the perusal. When she reached his face, she noted that he seemed amused as well. Straightening again, Emma finished, “I’m sure I can find a reason to prosecute you.”

“Why, Miss Swan,” Killian responded, moving forward slowly, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you just wanted to see me with a pair of handcuffs.”

Before Emma gave herself a moment to picture what Killian might do with those, she said, “Good thing you know me then.”

With that, she turned back around and headed toward the exit. This time, the footsteps didn’t sound behind her.

“Swan,” Killian said loudly as Emma continued walking with a confident clack-clack of her heels on the white marble. “It’s bad form to walk away from someone in the middle of a conversation. I thought we were getting somewhere.”

Emma was glad that she was walking away from Killian. That way, she knew he couldn’t see the small smile and slight flush that she felt on her face. Later, she would attribute the flush to the sudden chilly wind that hit her as she left the warm building and faced the winter weather. The smile, however, she couldn’t explain – at least not in a way that she liked.

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Dear Tumblr Fam, 

Back in June my Tattoo artist / good friend Billy (IG - Billybubbles) had posted that he had a cancelation and does anyone want a tattoo so of course me being me texted him and was like I want one! Billy responded and was like “yeah man what do you want?” and I was like “oooo a flower or a storm trooper”. So I show up and he gives me this look and I’m instantly worried about what he decided to draw me while I was on my way. He then shows me the outline and its the picture on the right with the shirtless man and Billy says to me “he’s being a  trooper and he’s caught in a storm”. So clearly I went a head and got the tattoo as pictured above, anyway my condition was that we had to add a real Storm Trooper right next to him, which we obviously did.

NOW that ya’ll know the story I need help coming up with a backstory for them like are they star crossed lovers? Is this me during the work week vs. during the weekend? 

There are so many things this could be soooo I need help obviously 

anonymous asked:

Tell me a funny story! Please?

Well, alright then.

(this involves a case of stolen valor. If you’re super sensitive to it, skip this post)

I was at the range a few months ago, getting some trigger time with my then new P227. This very sloppy individual, that smelled of pizza & looked as if getting up from the couch was a work out for him, decided to stand uncomfortably close to me & spark up a conversation. It went a little something like this…

Him: Nice shooting!

Me: Thanks!

Him: What kind of gun is that?

Me: A SIG P227 Carry. Just got it like, 3 days ago.

Him: Aw man, I carried one of those in Afghanistan!

Me: Really now…?

Him: Yeah, me and a few other SEALs carried them in the field.

Me: SEALs, huh…?

Him: Yeah dude. I was in SEAL Team 6.

Me: …You were in DEVGRU?

Him: Nah man, SEAL Team 6.

Me (at this point): 

Him: Yeah dude, I’ve seen all kinds of shit over there. I used to run through & quick draw those camel fuckers.

Me: Right…. What was your BUD/S class?

Him (Looking like I just asked him the square root of something): My wha…?

Me: You know, Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training? What was your class number?

Him: Oh man, I joined in the 80s. We didn’t go through that back then. We would just join up, do basic, and then get shipped out to-

His friend out of nowhere (irritated): NIGGA YOU WERE BORN IN ‘93. YOU HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN THE 80s NOW BRING YO ASS ON.

At this point, he scrambled away with the quickness, without even saying goodbye. Haven’t seen him since.

[scenario] [request] work of art

19: “The paint goes where?” 
23: “Just once.” 

(this was. something. i dont think this is what u intended hehe srry!! also: art student jisoo) 

Title: work of art

Member: art student! jisoo (+ art student svt but they’re not rlly in it)

Genre: fluff 

Word Count: 1011

Jisoo groans at the mess of paint brushes, paint, clay, and torn out sketchbook pages that cover the art club’s floor, the remains of that afternoon’s club meeting which he opted to not attend, considering he had to study for a midterm.

Of course, being the best friends they are, as punishment for not attending the meeting that day, they left cleanup duty to Jisoo - and of course, they would make a bigger mess than usual just to annoy him.

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jackscrutchie  asked:

“You make me feel so happy just to be around you. The way you smile, your beautiful laugh, the way you look at me, It brings me such joy.” With JackCrutchie. ❤

I was going to write some nice, short one-shot. And now we’ve got this 6,000+ behemoth. Whatever, it was fun. Hope y’all like this one!

Also, shout out to one of my greatest friends up at college, who sat me down and helped me come up with a realistic plan for Crutchie’s life–which, is basically a combination of her plans and her friend’s plans–and then proceeded to threaten me if I didn’t let her read this after it was finished.  


Crutchie had a plan. It was the perfect plan and he wouldn’t allow anything to get in the way of him achieving his dreams. Nothing would stop him; he wouldn’t let it. When Crutchie had started college, he had fallen in love with the anthropology class that he had taken to cover some liberal arts requirement that his adviser had informed him was mandatory. Crutchie had immediately changed majors and never looked back. Suddenly, Crutchie knew exactly what he wanted to do: he would major in anthropology and he would find a way to work and identify bodies, in order to connect them back to their families.

He knew exactly how he would get to that point. First, he would graduate with his bachelor’s degree in anthropology and two minors in biology and chemistry. He would get his masters in biological anthropology at, either Michigan State or UT Knoxville. Through that degree, he would be able to pursue either contemporary mass grave excavation, or stable isotope identification methods. Both would allow him to work with mass graves. After studying their programs, Crutchie had felt as if those schools offered what he needed to achieve his goal. Once he had gotten his masters, Crutchie hoped to work or volunteer, either through the UN or an NGO to excavate mass graves. Ideally, he hoped to work in Afghanistan, but he knew that he would be content anywhere. As long as he was helping these people, long dead, be connected to their posterity. Maybe Crutchie would even get a job at the Smithsonian or the Museum of Natural History in New York. He was open to that avenue, as well, so long as he had worked with mass grave excavations, in the end.

Really, Crutchie had everything planned out, and he could not afford to be distracted from his goal and life-long pursuit.

Which was why Jack Kelly’s appearance into his life was not initially welcome. 

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cherrycrush52  asked:

I don't know if you have anwered this before but what inspired you to create your beautiful art? Like how did you come up with your versions of the characters?

I’ve never answered this before so this is going to be a huge answer, so keep reading if interesting!! :)

well, this has been in development since I started to paint colored portraits of Harry as an auror in 2016. Once in a while I was seeing some cool pictures of guys with man bun that just made me think of Harry as an Auror and I painted them just to improve and bring some different ideas to the fandom.

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