maybe try to go out and do things you enjoyed before them?

Thoughts on The Dragon Prince.

I LOVED IT!

I thoroughly enjoyed the first season from start to finish. 

Initially, I thought maybe they were just redoing Avatar. There are some striking similarities at first. Even the way the episode titles are presented looks a bit same-y. However, the series very quickly differentiates itself with a unique world and characters. All of the fun stuff you loved about Avatar, but in a cool new package. 

The first thing that stands out is the representation. A good mix of men and women. And even though it is a fantasy setting… BLACK PEOPLE EXIST!

*gasp* 

And there is one group represented that is almost never seen in modern media. I won’t spoil it, but I think folks will be like, “FINALLY!” And it is done so well too. This particular representation required a ton of extra work to pull off. I am so glad they were up to the challenge. 

The writing was great. A perfect mix of humor, action, and drama. The casting was fantastic. The story was interesting. The different locations were perfect backdrops for the action. The creature design is sooo good. I want a plush version of all the beasties. I thought the pacing was great. I couldn’t believe 9 episodes had passed. I also loved that they started with a smaller story in a big world. There are so many places to go from here. I can see them escalating every aspect of the story each season. They have created a setting in which it will not be a struggle to top themselves as they progress. Whereas some shows blow their wad right at the beginning and when they try to stretch things out over multiple seasons it feels like a giant plateau. (I’m looking at you, Arrow!)

I saw a few complaints about the animation. It is 3D animation but they used various techniques to make it look hand-drawn 2D. I know this has been tried before and has not always been perfect. It can look too much like a video game. That said, I think this is the best implementation I have seen to date. I bought the effect 95% of the time. Plus, there are certain things they were able to do with CG that are not possible with traditional animation. One character does complicated parkour-style movements that would have been nearly impossible to draw by hand. If they wanted to push beyond Korra-style martial arts, I think CG was the only way to step it up. 

I think the main issue people have is they animated on 2s. Meaning they duplicated frames so it was effectively 12 frames per second instead of 24. I’ve been told humans are more tolerant when it is 15 frames or higher. Going below that threshold will cause people to notice some choppiness. Movements will not be as smooth as we are expecting. 

However, animation is costly and time-consuming. Each frame has a high price tag. Each frame could mean hours and hours of extra work. To produce things on time and on budget, many shows will animate on 2s. With 2D animation you can do more things to fudge and hide the choppy effects  Plus our minds naturally accept poorer quality movement. We think “someone had to draw that, so it’s not going to be perfect.” But when it’s done in CG, it is more apparent. CG is very precise and we have this expectation of smoothness from big budget Pixar films. Expecting this from a television series might be asking a bit much.

Personally, I got used to the animation very quickly. My brain filtered out the choppy bits and I ended up really liking the faux 2D effect. The backgrounds were gorgeous. The environments were complex and interesting. And they were able to do certain special effects, lighting, and movements not possible with hand-drawn techniques. I think the benefits outweighed the nitpicks by far. I also think the creators will take this criticism into account and perhaps find ways to address it in future seasons. 

Even if they don’t, I still think the show was beautiful overall and the voice acting, story, and characters were top notch.  

Also, it was great to hear Sokka Jack DeSena again. Listening to his line deliveries alone was worth the price of admission. 

I give The Dragon Prince 4.9 Froggies out of 5. 

Minus 0.1 because I have to wait so long for more!

tveckling  asked:

Do you think you can (/are allowed to) enjoy something that 1. was created by a piece of scumbag, and 2. has a lot of things in it which really are very problematic, in lack of a less overused word?

I think so much depends on a) when you were first exposed to a thing, b) how regularly you have been exposed to it after that first time, and c) whether you’re trying to pretend the thing has no issues.

I mean, you’re really asking two different things here.  “Do you think you can enjoy something that was created by a terrible person?”  Absolutely.  For one thing, we don’t all have a complete Rolodex of Every Bad Thing Anyone Has Ever Done.  I have read and watched and loved and treasured things made by people who I later found out were awful; their awfulness clearly did not render the thing completely unenjoyable to the ignorant.

“Can you continue to enjoy something that was created by a terrible person?”  Yes, although that takes a little more awareness, I think, of what’s going on, and it’s going to be very, very personal, and very, very situational.  Joss Whedon cheated on his wife and abused his power over young actresses and was kind of a terrible person.  But Buffy was still incredibly important to me as a teen, and if it comes on the TV, I’ll get through about ten minutes of most* episodes before I forget what I know and only remember what I feel, and what I feel is nostalgia and joy and yes, enjoyment.  I don’t get to erase what he did.  I will think long and hard before I do things that put more money in his personal pockets.  But I can still enjoy some of his work.

(*Most: the episodes that clearly show certain tendencies were hard to watch before I realized how personal they were for him.  I can’t deal anymore.  I just can’t.)

“Can you enjoy something that has a lot of problematic elements?”  Absolutely.  Part of this is really going to be when you were first exposed.  I know a lot of the things I read, watched, and loved as a kid are super-problematic by today’s standards, and I’m careful to review them before I recommend them to other people, but my love doesn’t necessarily die because I learn more.  Obviously, this is subjective: Revenge of the Nerds was absolutely tainted for me by the rapey aspects of the carnival, which went completely over my head as a child, while I can still handle Real Genius despite some of the casual sexism.  How problematic is too problematic is completely individual.

“Are you allowed to enjoy something that has problematic elements?”  Everything has problematic elements.  Everything.  If we can’t see them yet, we’ll see them in ten years, and maybe we’ll be horrified, but it will also be a sign that the world is getting better.  Are people going to interrogate your enjoyment of certain things?  Yeah.  There’s a reason my friends who still love Ender’s Game mostly preface that love with “I know OSC is a bigot, but this book was so important to me when I was eleven,” or something of the sort.  There’s stuff I don’t discuss enjoying because I don’t want to have the conversation.  But unless it’s hurting other people, of course you’re allowed to enjoy it.  You get to enjoy anything you want.

Sweeter Than Sweet (1)

Pairing: Jimin x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: None to note in this particular chapter.  

Summary:  You would have never expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you.  He’s as handsome and seductive as he is deadly, enthralling you from the moment you meet. Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world; one of unbridled love and lust.

Word count: 2.3K

Those of you who’ve read Sweeter than Sweet before might notice some changes as we go along (not only to the summary above) but it’s nothing major, simply a few changes to sentence structure and some bits and pieces added here and there. 

Enjoy!

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“Hey! You coming or what?” Your friend looks over her shoulder to you, ringlets framing her mischievous smile.  A brief, faux-enthusiastic smile from you is all it takes to mollify her, but the moment her back is turned your eyes recommence nervously scanning the room.

The club is packed, bodies thronging on either side as you as your squeeze your way through to trail behind your modest friendship group of one.  Crowds have never been your thing; even one-on-one you’ve always been slightly awkward at best.  There’s a certain anonymity that you’re able to take advantage of, though, as you blend in between dancers in the dark.  Barely anyone even pays you second glance, and why would they?

Eventually you manage to squeeze your way to the bar to join your friend, hopping into a newly vacated stool with a sigh of relief.  At least now you’re sat down Sam might be less likely to try dragging you onto the dance floor - that’s the theory anyway.

“What’re you having?” she calls over the music, her hips already swinging back and forth to the bass.  You peer helplessly at the assortment of colourful bottles lining the back wall, none the wiser for doing so, and end up inspecting the drink that’s just landed in front of you on the bar.  It looks nice enough; a bright orange concoction in a tall cocktail glass.

“I’ll have one of those, too, please,” you say, raising your voice in an attempt be heard.  You’re not sure you’re successful, to be honest, but Sam must have understood what your gesticulating because soon enough an identical one is placed in front of you, cocktail umbrella and all.  You cautiously take a sip whilst your friend looks around, looking for tonight’s prey in all likelihood, and you’re relieved when she doesn’t notice you grimace at the drink’s bitter taste.  You know she’d only make you down it faster if she had.

“Lots of cute guys here!” Sam calls enthusiastically, eyebrows lifting as she sips her own drink and looks at you over the rim.

“Mmmhm,” you agree non-committedly, casting a glance around to at least feign interest.  The guys in these kind of places have never appealed to you really; usually they’re only after one thing and most of them  aren’t shy about showing it, either. You realised quite quickly that that sleazy, fuckboy confidence isn’t at all attractive to you, though with your limited romantic experience you’re not sure what you do find attractive, actually.

“You coming to dance?”  You don’t even bother to reply, simply cocking your head to the side, smiling amusedly at the fact she’d even bother to ask.  “Fair enough,” Sam grins, and then downs her cocktail in one before heading out into the crowd undeterred, leaving you alone.

Maybe if you were more sociable you might mind being left to your own devices, but as it is you’re quite content to sit quietly at the bar, singing under your breath to every song.  Your love of music is the only thing that brings you back here time after time, that and your inability to say no to your best friend.  It certainly isn’t the drinks, anyway.  Although, saying that, maybe they’re not so bad – the more you sip at your cocktail the more tolerable it seems to become.

You’re just sucking nonchalantly on the slice of orange that was hooked over the rim of the glass and watching a couple at the other end of the bar suck each others faces off when Sam returns, pieces of her fringe stuck to her glistening forehead and a ridiculous smile on her face.

“It’s so hot, god!”  She fans herself with her hands and then turns suddenly, grabbing an empty glass out the hand of the man stood next to her and tipping the remaining ice into the palm of her hand.  You can’t help but laugh as the poor boy gawps, open mouthed, as she rubs the ice along her flushed chest, sighing in relief as cool water starts to dribble down the front of her dress. Not that you can blame him for staring; Sam’s gorgeous and always has been, with her raven coloured hair and killer curves.  Even if she were a wallflower like you, she’d probably still be the centre of attention.  “Thanks!” she yells, promptly dismissing him with a turn of her back and a flip of her hair.

“You’re ridiculous,” you grin, popping the orange slice back into your mouth, and Sam’s just casting a wink at you when all of a sudden her eyes widen, looking beyond you further down the bar.

“No,” she disagrees, corner of her lip curling, “He’s ridiculous.”  She nods her head in the direction she’s looking, indicating for you to look too, and before the idea of being subtle has even crossed your mind you turn your head to the side to follow her eye-line, orange peel still gripped super-attractively between your teeth.

It’s immediately obvious who your friend is talking about - the man at the other end of the bar is startlingly handsome, blindingly so, even.  The strobes from the dancefloor are lighting up his face blue and green in time with the music, glancing off his high cheekbones and illuminating his flawlessly smooth skin for all to see.  He looks almost ethereal - beautiful beyond compare - and completely unlike anyone else in here, or anyone else you’ve ever seen.

You’d expect people to be crowding around him, women and men alike, but it’s almost as though there’s some invisible force that keeps them at bay, stops them getting too close.  Every single one of them seems to give him a wide berth, a respectful distance that makes you think that perhaps they can sense the powerful aura that’s emanating from where he’s leaning against the bar, too. He’s alluring and alarming all at once, all the more so when you realise that he’s staring back in your general direction. 

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September Tarot for the Signs

(Check Sun and Moon signs)

Aries: Wheel of Fortune Rx - Now is a difficult time to simply “go with the flow” and accept your fate. Perhaps you are even avoiding it out of your fear for the unknown, and it is leading you to stagnation. Right now you need to take the time to address what is holding you back and do what you need to do to clear that from your life. Remember: every action has a consequence.

Taurus: The Emperor Rx - You have either lost your power to an authority, or are the authority abusing your power. Either way, you need to step back and address why it has come to this. The issue may be rooted anywhere in your life. Amongst friends, your religion, your family- it is time to take your power back, or allow others to take the lead once in a while. Step up and be strong and remember that others taking the lead does not make you weak.

Gemini: Eight of Swords Rx - You have built a barrier of protection - or so you thought. In reality, it has lead you to your own hurt. This card advises you change the way you see things and to take a new approach. You just have to remove yourself from the bad situation you have either put yourself in, or willingly stay in despite having other options. This card warns that if you do not try to help the problem, it will simply get worse.

Cancer: The Moon - It is a time of increased imagination and creativity for you. You may find it easier to tune into your lunar energies and become aware of your feelings. On the flip side, it may also be a time that is filled with anxiety and fear, as your imagination could be sent into overdrive. Pay attention to your fears and feelings, access them, and allow yourself to act on your intuition.

Leo: The Fool Rx - You most likely are feeling restless, bored, and have a desire to just get out there and try something new. Everyone needs that sometimes! But right now isn’t the best time to jump in willy-nilly. It’s not that what you want is impossible, but now simply isn’t a good time to act. You need to consider the pros and cons of a choice very carefully before you decide to act on it.

Virgo: The Three of Swords - You’re hurting about something right now, as this is the card that emits perhaps the most suffering and heartache within tarot. You probably feel very isolated and cut off from something you held dear. Maybe a loved one, your home, an ideal or pursuit, a job- it has run its course and you need to let go. Find a healthy way to deal with whatever pain you are going through. If it is a person you must confront, do so after you have grounded yourself.

Libra: Five of Swords - You’ve won, or will win, a battle in your life but what was the cost? Upon reflection, you may discover that it was not worth what you lost in the process. Remember that it’s never too have a change of heart and to fix things. Do keep in mind that hurtful words and actions cannot be taken back, but fairness and honesty can improve help to improve a situation.

Scorpio: Seven of Swords Rx - Tell the truth, ask for help. Right now you’re cautious, afraid of vulnerability or afraid to take action. But you’re not alone and it is not weakness to ask someone for help. It is not weakness to be honest about how you feel. This card can also indicate having made a mistake. September is a perfect time to come clean and make restitution.

Sagittarius: Six of Cups - You are experiencing a period of emotional renewal. Now is the absolute best time to just stop and enjoy life. Spend time with friends and family. Stop to smell the roses. Reconnect and reminisce. Don’t get stuck in the past though, there’s too much good to focus on in the here and now. It’s a perfect time to make a move on someone you may be interested in. You have nothing to lose.

Capricorn: The High Priestess - Pay attention to your dreams, you imagination, to what your intuition is telling you. Normally you are logical and practical so this may be difficult for you, but it is extremely important to your current development. You may go to others for advice but struggle to connect with what anyone says. This is because only you know the answers. Listen to yourself and your needs, your intuition can guide you.

Aquarius: Nine of Swords - Nightmare and anxieties are haunting you and unhappiness is an underlying part of your life. This is most likely due to you antagonizing over a problem. Although you feel helpless to handle the situation on your own, you are not. If you can bring yourself to face the fears that are bothering you, you can eliminate the source. Remember you can ask for help at any time, it does not detract from your independent nature.

Pisces: Ten of Wands Rx - Burdens are lifted and responsibilities lessened - or will. Now is a time to ease the weight on your shoulders, for you have long since earned a reprieve. Although it is difficult, now is the time to set boundaries and hold others accountable for their personal responsibilities. You cannot always carry their weight as well, and setting that boundary does not mean you care any less. You can be compassionate without doing all the work.

03/09/18 - 09/09/18

10/09/18 - 16/09/18

17/09/18 - 23/09/18

24/09/18 - 30/09/18

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ‘97.

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked…
You’re not as fat as you Imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy;
Sometimes you’re ahead,
Sometimes You’re behind.
The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
If you Succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
Life.
The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don’t Congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, Use it every way you can… Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people Think of it,
It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own…

Dance… even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Brother and sister together we’ll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you’ve been hurting, but I’ve been waiting to be there
For you.
And I’ll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody’s free.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings;
They are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will Philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you.

Maybe you have a trust fund, Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me I am the sunscreen…

—  Mary Schmich, “ Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young.“ 
You Don’t Love Me Anymore

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

Warnings: Cheating; Divorce; break ups; Angst; ETC

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader 

Summary: You catch your husband cheating on you and shit happens.

(A/N) this is a one shot i came up with on a whim. I really hope you enjoy it. if you want more let me know. either way i’d love to hear what you think about it. 

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You watch as your husband of two years walks out the front door of your shared condo. Today was just another day where your worst fears were slowly becoming true. When the door closes you let out a heavy sigh you hadn’t even known you were holding. He left without so much as a kiss goodbye. Of course, he was only headed to work; but you remember exactly when he stopped showing you any affection.

It had been the night you came home from a business meeting with your friend and longtime business partner Tony Stark. He was sitting on the patio a bright smile on his face while he talked to someone you didn’t know on the other end of the line. You were about to walk out to tell him that you finally able to take that vacation the two of you had been planning when you heard him say it. He told the person on the phone he loved them. When was the last time he had said that to you?

Walking through the condo, you look around at all the things the two of you had collected together over the years and the memories fill your mind. Every fight, every make up, every little thing that at one time made you happy but now it just served as a play to the lie that was now your life. Your stomach churns and you instantly run to the bathroom where you throw up the breakfast that you had made only moments before for both yourself and your husband. Wiping the spit up from your mouth you stand up and look at your reflection in the mirror.

You furrow your brow at the look of what you had become. Shaking your head, you flush the toilet and leaving the bathroom head for the front door where your briefcase was waiting. Grabbing it you call your driver to come pick you up to take you to work. The whole way there you felt sick to your stomach and the pain just wouldn’t go away. Before you make it to the office you decide to have your driver take you to the hospital instead. After what seemed like hours you left the hospital your stomach in knots.

How could this have happened? What would he think when you told him? you didn’t have any hardcore evidence that he had someone else, just what you overheard from his phone conversation. Maybe this would be something that could fix your marriage? Maybe this was exactly what your marriage had been missing? Taking a deep breath, you walk over to your car and climbing inside ask him to take you to your husband’s office.

The whole way there you stared out the window at the people walking down the sidewalk. Some were alone, other with their lovers, and some just in happy groups. You were about to pull your eyes away from the window when a familiar profile caught your eyes making your yell out for your driver to stop the car. As he pulled the car over you stare at the couple walking arms wrapped around each other, bright smiles and happy laughs escaping their lips. You rub your eyes to make sure you weren’t just seeing things, but it couldn’t be that easy.

Pulling out your cell phone you make one last attempt at trying to make what you saw now a lie. You quickly dial his number and as you bring the phone to your ear you watch as the man across the street answers after a couple rings. “Hello (Name), what do you need?” He asks his voice not letting it show that he was annoyed.

“Um, James, I need to talk to you about something. What time are you gonna be home tonight?” You ask trying your best not to let your emotions show through your voice.

“Can it wait, I have to go on a business trip for a couple days and I’m in a meeting right now.” He lies and your heart sinks.

“Yeah… have a safe trip.” You say your heart breaking as he just blatantly lied to you.

“I’ll see you when I get back.” He replies, and you nod.

“Okay.” You reply as you quickly hang up just in time for the tears to fall from your eyes. You look back across the street to take one last look at him to see that he had just shoved his phone in his jacket pocket and wrapping his arm around the new woman and walk away.

“Ma’am?” You hear your driver ask making you quickly collect yourself as answer him.

“Yes Happy?” You reply clearing your throat.

“Are you okay?” He asks and you nod.

“Yeah, um can we make another pit stop before we go to the office?” You ask and he nods.

“Where to ma’am?” He asks and you wipe the tears from your face as you reply, “Nelson and Murdock’s please.”

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“(Name), are you sure this is something you wanna do?” Foggy asks and you nod as you try not to break down. “You’re giving him everything?”

“Yeah, I won’t need… no, I don’t want any of it.” You answer as you sign the papers in front of you. “He can have it all.”

“What about you and…” He points to your stomach and you shake your head.

“Tony has a place overseas I can stay at. Plus, I make enough money on my own to support both myself and…” You pause thinking about how in doing this you would deprive both your soon to be ex-husband from his unborn child and vice versa; but you just wouldn’t use your unborn child as a weapon against their father, no matter how much you were mad at him. When your child grew up and wanted to meet Bucky you’d let them; but until then it was better to keep them a secret.

“You sure you don’t wanna tell him about the baby and try to work things out?”

“He… he doesn’t want too, and to be honest I’m tired of trying. No, it’s better for him if I just leave.” You reply pushing away from the table to stand up. “Please deliver these to him for me. Tomorrow, if you can. I’m going to go pack my things. Thank you again Foggy, you and Matt have always been there when I needed you. I’m sorry to have to bring you into this.”

“No problem (Name), I just wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Same here. I’ll let you know when I get settled.” You reply giving your friend a hug before making your way back to the car where Happy stood patiently.

“Where to miss?” He asks causing you to take a deep breath.

“Home, then the airport.” You reply causing him to nod as he opens the door for you.

Now here you were, back in your condo, your bags packed and sitting next to the door. You had kept your emotions together until now. Now you let them go, just like you were letting Bucky and this world the two of you had built together, go. Tears poured from your eyes as you look down at your left hand that held your wedding ring. Choking back sobs you pull the ring from your finger and walking into the kitchen set it on the bar. You wouldn’t be needed it anymore.

Clearing your throat, you walk over to the cabinet drawer and pulling out a piece of paper and a pen write out your goodbye and then set it underneath the ring. This really was goodbye. You wouldn’t be coming back here at all. To you, this place only held bad memories of how the whole thing had been a lie. Had he ever really loved you? Shaking your head free of the emotions you walk over to the door where Happy was grabbing your bags and you offer him a forced smile as he carries your bags out the door and to the elevator.

Taking one last look at the place you let out a silent cry as you say to the empty space, “Be happy.”

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Bucky sat at his desk going through some paperwork for a new project when his intercom sounded in his ear. “Yeah?” He asks not looking up from his papers.

“I have a Franklin Nelson, here for you sir. May I send him in?” His secretary asks causing Bucky to furrow his brow.

“Uh yeah, go ahead.” He replies hanging up the intercom. Bucky quickly organizes the papers on his desk before he stands up to greet Foggy. When the doors open Foggy comes in with an indifferent look on his face. “Foggy, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I have something for you.” Foggy says pulling his briefcase up to lay it on Bucky’s desk. He pulls a manila envelope out of it and hands it to Bucky. After which he closes his suitcase and pulls it off the desk.

“What’s this?” Bucky asks cocking an eyebrow at his wife’s friend.

“I’m sorry to have to do this; but if you could please look inside the envelope, all your questions will be answered.” Foggy replies his eyes turning slightly sad.

“Okay?” Bucky replies as he opens the envelope to see the little stack of divorce papers staring him back in the face. His eyes widen as a wave of anger rushes through him. “What the fuck is this?”

“My client would like you to sign these as soon as possible.” Foggy replies only adding more fuel to Bucky’s anger.

“Seriously Foggy, what the fuck?!”

“I’m just the lawyer man, if you want to know why I suggest you talk to (Name).”

“I’m not signing these.” Bucky replies as he shoves them into Foggy’s chest. Running a hand through his hair his chest heaves with anger. Reaching for his phone he quickly dials his wife’s number. His heart drops as it goes straight to voicemail. He tries multiple times, but each time leads to the same outcome. As he sets his phone on his desk he turns back to Foggy and says, “If this is a joke, it isn’t funny.”

“I wish it was. (Name), made it quite clear that this is what she wanted. I’ll leave these papers with you. Sign them, or don’t I don’t care; but think about (Name), and what you’ve put her through.”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky asks making Foggy rolls his eyes as he pulls another envelope out and tosses it onto Bucky’s desk.

“I’m not (Name)’s only friend Bucky. One in particular, noticed that her friend was acting a little strange, so she decided to follow you around. That envelope is filled with pictures, videos, and voice recordings of you with another woman. Jessica was going to give these to (Name) but by the time she had collected enough evidence (Name) had already come to my office to ask for divorce papers.”

“So, she never saw the pictures? Then why would she ask for a divorce?”

“Because she saw you with her own eyes.” Foggy replies making Bucky’s face turn pale.

“I…” Bucky starts but finds that no words would come to him.

“Seems she had a feeling for a while that you were cheating on her.” Foggy adds letting out a heavy sigh.

“But still, we could have talked about this!” He yells out making Foggy jump slightly at the sudden outburst.

“Don’t yell at me man, find (Name) and talk to her about it.” Foggy replies before he turns and leaves the office.

Bucky slides down into his desk chair as he stares at all the papers in front of him. His eyes darted back and forth from the divorce papers to the pictures of him with his girlfriend Dot. He knew it was wrong that he was cheating on (Name) but he just couldn’t help himself. His life with (Name) had turned stale and something was missing. He found that something in the young blonde waitress. He never thought that (Name) would find out. No scratch that, he always had a feeling she would find out; but the woman he used to know would have beat the crap out of both of them for cheating. Not just up and vanish with nothing but divorce papers in her wake.

He glances over at his phone and grabbing it he tries again to call her, still no answer. To make matters worse, even the voicemail function was turned off. He looks a picture of him and her on the corner of his desk and his heart clenches. This was his fault. He needed to fix this. Yes, their marriage had issues, but he didn’t want to lose her. He never wanted that. Grabbing his coat and keys he runs from his office to the garage where his car sat waiting.

The drive back to his condo was short. He may have been speeding, he couldn’t remember, his mind was focused on getting home and talking to his wife. After parking his car, he rushes up the stairs fearing the elevator wouldn’t get him there fast enough. Reaching his front door, he throws it open and starts hollering for his wife; but the house is silent. He runs to the bedroom to see that all her stuff, except the things he bought her, were gone. His heart clenches tighter and he continues to run through the house looking for her.

When he reaches the kitchen, he sees a familiar wedding band setting atop a piece of paper and he chokes back a sob. She was gone. She was really gone. Reaching for the ring he looks at the note and the tears break free.

  “I know you don’t love me anymore, I hope you find the happiness you want with her. I wish you no ill will. I only want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me. Goodbye Bucky, I wish you health and happiness.”

Bucky stares at the tear stained letter and realizes how much he’s fucked up. It’s too late though, she’s gone, she’s not coming back; and the realization crushes him.

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UPDATE: 

I have wrote more on this and here is the Masterlist 

mugsandpugs1  asked:

Sometimes I feel guilty because all of my books come from the library. Even books I really love, like yours. I just read so fast and so much that buying books isn't a good financial choice. Do authors receive any benefit from library readers?

Oh my gosh, honey*, no.  No no no.  Please, please don’t feel guilty for using the library, or for going to the used book store, or for borrowing from a friend.  All these things are built into the literary ecosystem, and publishers have had literally centuries to get used to them.

Do authors receive any benefit from library readers?  Absolutely.  We receive readers.  Maybe you will never personally buy a book in your life.  But.  You have friends who will.  You can leave reviews on places like Amazon and Goodreads.  You can make sure the world knows which books you enjoyed, and that our publishers know that you want to see more.

Libraries pay for the books they loan out.  With physical books, they pay for an object, which will stay in circulation for X number of loans before it gets purged due to wear and tear.  With electronic books, they pay for a license, which allows the book to be loaned a certain number of times before it needs to be licensed again.  Yes, this means a single sale can represent dozens of patrons, but there is still, at the root, a sale.

Piracy is a problem because there is no root sale; because the e-book “license” doesn’t exist and hence never expires, meaning our publishers have no way of measuring a book’s popularity; because it’s outside the feedback loop.  But the loop is large, and meant to accommodate those of us who can’t buy alongside those of us who can.  I promise.

(*We do not know each other and I am not trying to offend: this is just where my speech patterns go when I am worried I have hurt someone accidentally.  If you dislike “honey” from a parasocial acquaintance, please substitute the respectful term of your choice.  I suggest “High Inquisitor Sugarbat.”)

How to study AND grow a booty

Here’s my second health-related post! You can find the first one here :) 

In this one, I want to talk more about how to be able to workout even with a crazy and busy schedule because physical activity is CRUCIAL to improve your health and your lifestyle ! 

  • First things first : make it a priority. If you’ve never worked out before, know that you won’t turn into an instagram-fitness-gluten-free-inspo-girl overnight. In order to add some workouts in your schedule, you have to actually make time for them. Instead of watching 2 episodes of The Good Wife you can use that time to break a sweat! Or maybe you can re-organize your study plan and add your workouts in it. 
  • Find something that you actually enjoy. You hate going to the gym? It’s ok ! Maybe pilates or swimming will suit you more. You will never be consistent if you don’t enjoy a minimum what you’re doing
  • Discipline is what will keep you going. Yeah, I know, I already talked about discipline in previous posts but that is because this is legit. You won’t always want to workout but what will keep you going is your discipline and NOT your motivation. 
  • Now, you don’t need to workout every day. If you’ve never done it before, start by doing 2 sessions a week. Then, increase (if you want) your number of workouts per week. 
  • Don’t go too hard either. Your body needs to rest in order to build muscles, so make sure you take at least a rest day per week. Use this day to recover and to stretch a little bit!! 
  • Keep it short. One hour is more than sufficient in my opinion, especially if you take short breaks between sets and you keep your heart rate up. HIIT (AKA High-Intensity Interval Training) workouts are definitely the best to get you strong, burn your belly fat and to make you progress in less than 30 minutes!!! 
  • DON’T USE YOUR PHONE!! Take your workout as a study session and don’t spend time scrolling through facebook/tumblr, you have no idea how much time you spend by doing this !!
  • Use every occasion to move : take the stairs when you can, wake up 20 minutes earlier to go to school by feet (or to come back from it!), try to avoid taking the bus for short distances. Don’t sit on your chair for more than one hour without standing up at least for 5 minutes (go to the toilets, walk through your apartment, go up and down the stairs of your building…) 
  • Remember that EVERY body has its own genetics and that EVERY body is different. We all have different bones and constitutions! So don’t be hard on yourself for this. You’re ok the way you are and as long as you love your body and you treat it right (AKA by fueling it with whole and fulfilling food and by moving it) you’re doing it right!! Also, don’t forget that Facetune is the most used app for instagram. Just sayin’ 

So yes, these are the main points I wanted to show you and I hope they were helpful!!! 

Would you be interested to see what my workout routine looks like? Let me know in the comments!!! 

See ya, 

Margot xx

Bullet Wounds | Peter Parker Drabble

I feel like I’ve been neglecting my boy! so here’s a small, angsty drabble.

Summary: You get shot on a mission and try to hide it from Peter.

Words: 700

“We did it, Y/N! We won”

Peter pulled off his mask and pulled you in for a tight hug, his arms wrapping firmly around your waist and you had to bite your lip to prevent the small whimper that wanted to escape and wrapped your arms around his waist to stop your legs from crumbling beneath you, all from the pain his body colliding into yours caused.

Your outstretched arms seemed to make it worse but you wanted to stay there for a little longer, enjoying the warmth he bought you.

It was only a graze, just a graze. The bullet had merely made contact with your skin before being diverted by Steve or maybe even Tony, possibly even Hulk.

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BTS Reaction 10: They make you, their s/o, cry

This was requested a while ago. Sorry, it took so long, anon! 🙈 I hope you guys enjoy it. Because it made me hella soft … 🙃

fluff, hints of angst

Word count
4.433

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How to Remove Toxicity from Your Life (a step by step guide)

1. Try deleting social media for a few days. The ones where you have the most contact with others. (For me, Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook) if you have streaks on snapchat, have someone keep them from you. Deleting the most popular social media apps can prevent drama, jealousy, and wasted days browsing the internet.

2. With your newfound freedom, go on a walk. Try an evening walk around a pond or a lake and watch the sunset. Maybe take a few pictures of the sunset. (Even better, don’t bring your phone and sit on the sidewalk, enjoying the outside.)

3. Pack a picnic and go somewhere different. If it’s winter, dark, cold, or you don’t have a car, make a small sandwich and stare out a window. Observe things you hadn’t seen before.

4. Try listening to new music. Listen to a genre you never have before. Try listening (if you can handle it) to Ola Gjielo or other choral music. Experience a different type of music that you never would have before.

5. Really think about your relationships. Think about all the ways you love the people in your life and write it down. Maybe even make simple little cards and give them to your friends and family.

6. Do that thing. You know, the one you’ve wanted to do for a while.

7. Try something new. Skateboarding, surfing, taking pictures, go on a drive somewhere new, donate money somehwere.. something that excites you or that is simply different.

8. Make a private list (private as in keep it to yourself) of all the things you love about yourself. And really think.

9. Spend time working to better the things you don’t like. But don’t fixate on the negative parts of yourself. That will just bring completely unnecessary negativity into your life.

10. Spend time with your loved ones. Go somewhere new with a family member or a friend. Don’t bring any money for anything but food and gas. Go to a park in a different city. Go stargazing somewhere cozy. Stop worrying about monetary values and spending money on activities.

11. Go ice skating/roller blading. Yes, disregarding number 10, spend a little money on something sweet and “old-fashioned.” Enjoy life in all its little ways.

12. Most importantly, make the time to love yourself. Build yourself up. Don’t rely on other people to make you happy. Step number one really helps with that. Disconnecting from the most toxic social media apps can help you focus on loving yourself, and not relying on other people to give you reassurance in yourself.

anonymous asked:

Can you possibly do sfw and nsfw headcanons with aizawa and his s/o who has a cat quirk (cats ears + tail)? Also love your writing and blog btw!

Thanks lovely! Glad you’re enjoying my content <3 


Originally posted by jyro

SFW: 

  • It’s not really a secret that Aizawa loves cats, and when he first met you, naturally, he thought you were the cutest damn thing in the world. Your looks and personality were one thing, but then you also had that cute, fluffy tail and fuzzy ears like what? You’re so adorable it should be illegal, honestly.
  • Aizawa’s not the best at displaying affection, but you’re his S/O, so he’s willing to put in the effort. The fact that you’ve got that cute, kitty Quirk also helps—he finds it hard to keep his hands off you a lot of the time.
  • Will pull you into his arms after a long day of work, and likes it when you snuggle up against him on the couch. He can run his fingers through your hair and scratch your ears to his heart’s content. After a tiring day, coming home to see his adorable S/O is pretty much the perfect fix.
  • He’s not much of a tease, but he always finds himself being so around you. Aizawa will dangle shiny objects in front of you, since he knows you can’t resist—only to snatch them away and watch the way your lips twist up into a flustered little pout. You end up chasing him around the house a lot of the time, determined to pry the object out his hands. 
  • You pounce on him a lot; mostly when he’s lying down, but you like to just rush into his arms, too. Sleepy cuddles are a big mood for the both of you, and there’s nothing you guys like better than snuggling up for warmth under the blankets. 
  • Aizawa especially likes to scratch and tickle your chin. He loves the way your eyes will glaze over and get all groggy as you let out a contented sigh. Every day he wonders how in the hell he got blessed with such a goddamn adorable S/O.

NSFW: 

  • Sex can get pretty kinky at times, that much is a given. 
  • Aizawa’s actually into light bondage, often incorporating his scarves into bedroom. It’s nothing too hardcore, but he likes to tie you up and hear you whine out for him. The imploring gaze you give him and those fluffy little ears…he honestly just thinks it’s to die for. 
  • Pulls on your tail a lot during sex, so that he can hear your little mewls. He’s never trying to hurt you, but he honestly just can’t resist. It’s the best when he’s taking you from behind, since he has full access to your ass and can spank you to his heart’s content. 
  • Will occasionally give you a little bell to wear around your neck, and loves to hear its quiet chimes clash with your moans. Aizawa wants sex to be intimate, and by no means wishes to degrade you, but he’ll definitely want to try out some pet play if you allow him. Some collars/leashes will come into play; relatively vanilla stuff.
  • Aizawa’s always considered himself to be a passionate, gentle lover, but when he’s with you, it’s almost as if some carnal, animalistic desire overtakes him. He finds himself pounding into you relentlessly; going deeper and rougher than he ever has before. It’s hard for him to rationalize, but there’s definitely some primal instinct that kicks in. Or maybe it’s just the fact that you’re hot as hell.
Werewolf Boyfriends (Roman & Harris)

I finally got to do a double courtship ritual! Tjis was commissioned by @flameshadowwolf. Enjoy!

   It wasn’t a shock that the ritual had begun, no, that was a pleasant surprise.  The shock came from the fact there were not one, but two offerings when you walked outside that morning. There was a deer on one side and an elk on the other. It wasn’t unheard of, but it was rather rare. You really weren’t sure how to wrap your head around it.

   You went to school, meandering into the classroom in something of a daze. You sit down at your desk and fumble through your backpack, trying to find your textbook. As you water bottle plops out and rolls away from you, someone catches it.

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Notes : uuuugh I love when people ask for cute prompts like this omg ! Thanks for this one anon, enjoy this little thing :) (I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes because its basically 1:30 am here and I’m tired as fuck lmao)

Don’t hesitate to send me little prompts like this about Connor, RK900 (or even Markus because I love this cute one too)

PS : This one is gender neutral :) (0,6k words)

Pocky game

“It’s really easy to play, you’ll see !”

Connor made his adorable puppy eyes while looking at you, his head tilted on the side. He was confused by the pack of biscuits you just pulled out of your bag during the lunch break at the Police office.

“I bought them online with a ton of japanese food ! I love to try a lot of things like this.”

He read the japanese caption of the package and furrowed a brow.

“Pocky ? Matcha tea flavour ?”

“Yes ! There is a lot of differents flavours, it’s a thing in Japan. Anyway, I got this one we can try.”

Opening the package, you looked around to be sure nobody were spying on the both of you and you focused on Connor, trying to ignore the little blush on your cheeks - maybe you used this as an excuse to kiss him, who knows ? Certainly not you, nope. No way.

“So, it’s a game some japanese students like to play. You see, I just have to put the end of the biscuit in my mouth and you do the same on this other side.” you explained with the worst blush you probably ever got in your whole life - you should buy a book about “how to be subtle at flirting’ because damn, you were bad at this. Luckily, Connor was an android and didn’t seem to notice.

"And what are we supposed to do after this ?” he asked, genuinely interested.

“We- we start to eat the biscuit little by little, until we reach the middle. Or if you pull out before this.”

“I don’t understand how we can win at this game. What is the point ?”

“Well, if you step back before eating your part, you lose and I win. But if we both reach the middle…we both win.”

Connor nodded at your explanation and you decided to put the biscuit in your mouth. The RK800 eyed you for an awkward moment before doing the same, and you started to eat it. The sudden proximity was so overwhelming that you didn’t even pay attention to the taste of the matcha tea  : all you could see was how long his eyelashes were - damn, you loved CyberLife for this and the gift that was Connor.

You started this game to grab a kiss with the perfect excuse, but now you weren’t even sure to finish to eat the pocky - you were way too hot and why the fuck Connor stared at you so intensely ?!

As you finally started to pull back, horrified by the blush on your face, your eyes widened when the android grabbed your chin.

“What are you doing ?” you mumbled, looking in awe at the pocky stick at the corner of his mouth.

Your own mouth went dry when he ate the last part of the pocky with the help of his tongue while looking at you. You wanted to say something but the RK800 was faster :

“Do you really thought I didn’t know what that game was ? When I have unlimited access to any data ?” he whispered softly.

Did he left you explain the game for nothing, just to see you like this ? You blushed again, trying to make him let go, but it was useless, he was stronger than you - thanks to CyberLife for that.

And then suddenly, soft lips were on yours, tasting of Matcha tea with too much sugar, and you melted to the touch, leaning on the android.

“I thought humans were more subtle about flirting.” Connor teased you when you finally pulled back for air.

A soft laugh escaped you - yes, you were really bad at this, okay, but it still worked, after all.

Stay Safe

What happened a few days after this (can be read seperatly)


“Hey Harry do you…” Ron trailed off as he spotted his best friend’s bed was empty. But just as he was about to turn around and leave again, he spotted him somewhere else; Under the covers in Draco Malfoy’s bed.

“Eh, hi Ron.” Harry sat up, looking a bit sheepish.

“Why are you in Malfoy’s bed?” Ron frowned. Not that he couldn’t guess the answer, anyone with eyes or ears could, but it was slightly odd to see Harry in that bed without the Slytherin there…

“Oh Merlin Malfoy isn’t hiding behind the bed naked or something, right?” Ron supported his best mate, but he had no desire to see Malfoy’s butt. He pulled a face.

“What? No, of course not! Why would he be naked?” Harry looked quite shaken by the mere suggestion of such a thing. “Or hiding?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to, either.” He threw his hands up to stop Harry from talking. “I love you, but your sex life is of no interest to me.”

“Wha-, sex life?! Ron, I’m not having sex with Draco! We’re just friends!”

Okay, now Ron had to admit he was confused. “Then why are you sitting on his bed?”

“Because he was cold.” Ron couldn’t see Harry blush because of his dark complexion, but he had the sense it was huge. He almost seemed ashamed of himself as he stared at his feet and explained some more. “He’s depressed, so his heating charms are useless, and now he’s just cold all the time.”

Harry looked up, insecurity written all over his face. “I just thought I’d warm the bed for him. It’s not like-”

“Harry, I get it. You like the bloke so you’re being nice to him. That’s hardly the end of the world.” Ron felt strange saying it, but Harry really seemed to think he’d disapprove of his choices and that was something he couldn’t have. He loved Harry, and Harry loving Malfoy wasn’t going to stop that. “You don’t have to be so awkward about liking Malfoy.”

“I don’t-” Ron gave Harry a sharp look. “Okay, maybe I do like him.”

Harry let out a deep breath and dropped his face in his hands. “Oh god what am I doing?”

“Can’t help you there, mate.” Ron shivered at the thought of giving anyone dating advice. He was bloody awful at it. If Hermione hadn’t been a lot more forward than him, then he would have died a hermit. “But whatever it is that you’re doing, I support you. You know that right?”

“Of course.” Harry said quickly, but Ron could see it was a lie. Harry oozed relief after he’d given him his blessing.

Before things could stop being awkward, the door opened, and Malfoy came in. Ron let his gaze drift between Harry and his crush for a moment. He was no fan of cruelty, but he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the blush staining Draco’s cheeks. And hey, the git had complained about being cold, so setting his face on fire was almost like helping him.

“Evening, Malfoy.” He gave the Slytherin a curd nod, pretending not to know what he knew.

“Weasley.” Malfoy nodded back, and Ron had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing. The guy was so bloody stiff and formal, now that he wasn’t allowed to be rude anymore. It made him into a complete opposite of Harry, who was impulsive and reckless.

But somehow, he got the sense that the two of them would make a brilliant couple. That was, if either one of them ever pulled their head out of their arses and kissed the other. And with that, Ron might be able to help.

“Well I’m off. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone.” He made way for the door, giving the other two the impression they were out of the danger zone. “And stay safe! You might not be able to get pregnant, but STD’s are still a thing.”

And with that, he pulled the door shut behind him. Then he chuckled. Harry and Malfoy’s shocked faces were going right next to the bouncing ferret memory. Absolutely priceless.

Freezing

Summary:

“You okay over there?” Sam questioned quietly, squeezing you to assure you were feeling comfortable.
“Yeah,” you sighed. “Just… you know… Thinking. Just thinking. ”
“About?”
Did you mean to kiss me back there?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
WC: 1k words
Warnings: Fluff. Winter fic.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at Dean’s failed attempts at protecting his face from the snowballs Jack excitedly aimed at him along with you.

It was the Nephilim’s first time seeing snow and, honestly, you were all happy playing with him there. After all that you’ve been through, the boy deserved some snowball fight.

“Come on, Dean,” you giggled. “You’re letting a kid beat you up?!”

“That’s not a fair fight,” he protested. “You are two, I’m just one!”

You were ready to say something when snow fell on you from up a tree, so big and heavy it actually put you down.

“And another one bites the dust!” your friend yelled. “Now it’s you and me, kid.”

You chuckled, managing to get up and biting your lip as your whole body quivered. You were freezing.

“I’m gonna warm myself up,” you warned them. “Don’t kill one another.”

You tried to clean snow from your coat before stepping into the motel room but some bits still fell on the wooden floor, and the sound of your boots against it probably was the thing that called Sam’s attention.

“Hey,” he smiled. “What happened?”

“Snow,” you tried to keep your jaw from shivering. “It fell from a tree, it completely buried me.”

He stood up quickly.

“I’m gonna set the fireplace,” he walked in its direction as you took off the snow-covered coat that was a bit too thin for the weather out there and sat in front of the growing fire. You didn’t know exactly how long you were there, distracted by the crippling, but when Sam came back he didn’t only have a blanket to cover you, but a cup of hot tea in his hands.

“Here you go,” he smiled sweetly and reached out to give it to you.

You just sat there, though, not saying words or making small talk. It was comfortable to be around Sam, he was a close friend of yours and an amazing man. At one moment, however, the two of you turned to look at each other at the same time. Your eyes crossed and you bit your lip. Damn. Did he always have such beautiful eyes? When did he move so close to your face?

“Y/N…” Sam whispered.

“Sam?”

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anonymous asked:

“please don’t leave me alone.”

[Funny thing: I began writing this for Christmas, but I only found the inspiration to finish it right now. So thank you, anon!]

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“So…” Stiles starts when Derek answers the phone. For some reason he’s whispering and Derek groans, running a hand through his hair, “would you believe me if I told you I just saw Santa eating some guy?”

Derek blinks, groans again. “What.”

“Yep.” Stiles says. “And now I’m hiding behind a tree because it saw me.”

“Jesus fuck,” Derek jumps, reaches out for his jeans and a jacket, “why didn’t you start with that?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles argues, “maybe because I’m panicking?” Derek can hear something hissing and Stiles’ breath hitches. “Fuck, it’s coming this way.”

“Where are you?” Derek asks, taking his keys. The hissing is getting louder, there’s no time for shoes.

“At the park. Near the fountain.” There’s another hiss. “Hurry.”

“I am.” Derek is breaking all the speed limits but he doesn’t give a fuck, his heart is racing and he’s praying he isn’t too late. “What were you doing at the park in the middle of the night anyway?”

“Trying to find the Easter Bunny,” Stiles snarks, “I couldn’t sleep, asshole.”

“You know, I’m thinking you’re not in danger at all.” Derek rolls his eyes, takes a sharp turn. “If you’re still able to sass me.”

“Please, I could sass you in my sleep.” Stiles whispers and Derek can tell he’s rolling his eyes. “Tell me you’re close.”

“I’m here.” Derek jumps out of the car and he can smell blood and fear immediately. Stiles’ fear. “I can smell you, I’m coming, hold on.”

He finds Stiles cowering behind a huge oak tree and the moment he sees Derek he sighs in relief. “Did you see it?”

“No.” Derek shakes his head, offers a hand to help Stiles stand up. “Are you hurt?” He can definitely smell blood even though he can’t see it.

“I tripped.” Stiles shows him a scratch on his arm. “I tried to cover it so it wouldn’t scent me.” Derek helps him up, keeps looking around for any signs of the creature.

“What is it?”

“I told you.” Stiles insists. “Santa.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s –” he groans, “why am I even arguing with you?”

“I don’t know.” Stiles grins. “I thought you would have learned by now.”

Derek swallows heavily, trying not to stare at Stiles’ stupid grin. One of these days he’s going to do something about it. With his mouth.

“Come on, where’s your car?” He’s still holding Stiles’ hand but neither seem inclined to let go, so he’s just going to enjoy it while he can.

When Stiles doesn’t answer, Derek sighs. “You walked here?”

“Well,” Stiles shrugs, “I wasn’t tired.”

“It’s three in the morning!”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “I know, asshole!” He slaps Derek’s arm. “God, you’re so cranky when you just woke up.”

“Got woken up.” Derek corrects, dragging Stiles towards his own car.

Ugh!” Stiles groans, “next time I’m calling Scott.”

“Please do.” Derek insists, stopping suddenly when he hears a hiss.

Stiles collides with his back and grunts. “Ouch?

“Shhh.” Derek tightens his hold on Stiles’ hand. “Come on,” he starts running and when they get to his car he shoves the keys in Stiles’ hands, “stay here.”

“What? No!” Stiles shakes his head.

“Just stay.” Derek tries to let go as the hissing gets louder, but Stiles pulls him back. “Stiles!”

“Don’t go.” Stiles pleads. “Let’s call the others, they will –”

“There’s no time.” Derek insists, stepping in front of Stiles. “Get in.”

No.” Stiles says again, pulls at his hand until Derek turns around to look at him. “Please don’t leave me alone.” He says. Derek can hear Stiles’ heart beating, smell his fear and his worry.

“I have to –” he begins, turning around suddenly as the creature finally finds them. Shit, it really looks like Santa, except with more teeth and an acrid smell of rotting meat. “What the fuck.”

“Told you.” Stiles says, standing tall behind Derek. Someone else would have left, but Stiles stays. He always does.

Derek growls as the creature steps forward. Mine, he tries to say, flashing his eyes. It stops then, looks between Derek and Stiles before hissing again. Derek growls louder, flexes his claws and bares his fangs. The creature seems to be considering his options, still watching Stiles intently. Derek steps closer, no, I won’t let you, he narrows his eyes. The creature gives on last hiss and then turns around and runs away.

Derek, turns to look at Stiles, expecting an answer, any answer. “That’s it?” He arches an eyebrow, but Stiles keeps watching him, searching for something, perhaps an answer of his own. “Stiles –”

“You always come for me, don’t you.” It’s not really a question and Derek realizes Stiles knows everything he’s never said.

“And you always stay.” He nods.

Stiles squeezes his hand, smiles. “Of course.”

Derek pulls him in then, touches his neck with his other hand and fits their lips together. He feels warm, happy, like kissing Stiles was everything he was waiting for. As Stiles runs a hand through his hair, Derek realizes maybe he was. Maybe all he needed to feel truly, really happy was this – Stiles.

“I know there’s a creature out there that we still have to hunt.” Stiles whispers against Derek’s lips. “But I just want you to know that I love you.” He gives Derek a soft smile, brings their joined hands to rest over his heart. “I really do.”

“I love you, too.” Derek says, listening, feeling, Stiles’ heartbeat.

Maybe the creature is his priority right now but, he looks at the man in front of him, smiles as the snow falls around them, they have tomorrow. And the rest of their lives.

Stupid Feelings — Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: 538

Summary: Steve tries to win Y/N by talking about Star Wars with her.

Warnings: none, just tooth rotting fluff

A/N: my star wars trash ass has done it again,,,, enjoy :)

Originally posted by v-writings


Y/N is about to leave school for the day when she feels a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she comes face to face with Steve Harrington.

“I watched all three Star Wars movies this weekend, and I know you like them,” he says proudly, giving her such a bright smile that she had to fight with all powers inside of her not to smile back.

“Oh, um,” she responds, her mind not being able to form actual words as it was very much aware of the little space between her body and Steve’s, “did you, um, enjoy them?”

“Well, yes,” he smirks, “I’m like Han Solo, aren’t I?”

Y/N raises her eyebrows and gives him a matching smirk back.

“You’re a condescending prick, yes,” she blurts out before her brain could catch up with the words coming out of her mouth.

Having a crush on him didn’t mean Y/N couldn’t see how much of a jerk Steve Harrington was sometimes.

Yet, she thought, maybe her comment had been a little harsh, he was just trying to be nice and make conversation. But if he was offended by it, he didn’t show. (He was, he just had gotten used to her rude treatment. He was going to change that someday though. He hoped, at least.)

“I was thinking more of the charming, irresistible side of him,” he retorts, looking down at her with a silly smile.

‘Don’t fall for it. Don’t fall for it. Don’t fall for it,’ she kept repeating on her mind, ‘don’t fall f—‘

“And you’re kind of like Princess Leia,” he says.

If Y/N was drinking water the moment he had said that, she would’ve spilled it all over him, like they do in the movies.

Instead, her eyes open really wide and she coughs awkwardly. And Steve actually has the nerve to let out a little laugh at that.

Surely he couldn’t have meant what she thought he meant, right…?

“You know,” he continues, “she ends up falling for him.”

Yup. He did mean what she thought he meant.

But, no, that did not mean Y/N would fall for his little act. She knew better than that. She knew HIM better than that. Steve Harrington was, and always would be, a condescending prick, after all.

So, she just swallowed dry, pushed all her stupid feelings aside and looked right at his (adorable) brown eyes.

“Yeah, sure,” she says sarcastically, patting his shoulder and taking a step back, “keep dreaming, Harrington.”

“You like me because I’m a scoundrel,” he smirks, “there aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.”

That little shit. He’s quoting Han Solo at her. As if that would work. No, sir. It won’t—

“You’re just gonna stare at me, now?”, he asks innocently.

She huffs, annoyed. Two could play this game.

“I happen to like nice men,” she quotes Princess Leia, giving him a tight smile and starting to walk away.

“You do remember they kiss after that, right?” he calls out behind her. She doesn’t even bother turning around and responding.

“I’m gonna win you over somehow, Y/N Y/L/N,” he says loudly, making the group of people that were still mingling around the halls to look at him, “we both know that!”

anonymous asked:

I’m so bad at practicing, like, in general. Tips?

how to practice: a short guide

what you’ll need:

-your instrument

-a pencil, because you better mark things in your music

-a metronome. always work SLOWLY with the metronome. subdivide and make sure that you’re playing with it and not getting off the beat.

-a tuner, unless you play piano you lucky duck

-a scale book, etude book, and some repertoire

-nice to have: something to record yourself. whether you’re working on posture or listening to your tone quality. a mirror is especially good for checking posture.

1. do your fucking scales. I don’t care what instrument you play, how often you think you do your scales, how well you think you do your scales. there is always more. you don’t already play scales? add ten minutes of one octaves scales into your routine. sort of already do scales? do two octaves. three. this includes g flat major. do scales in thirds. do scales in tenths. harmonics, if that applies to you. you already do scales a lot? try left hand pizzicato. start the scale quietly and crescendo. make your scales musical.focus on tone quality or speed. there is always, always room for improvement.

2. do your etudes. maybe start with an easy one to warm your fingers up, and then do the one you hate. actually practice it. mark in the accidentals. write in fingerings. work with a metronome.

3. do your ensemble music. work specifically on the difficult parts. time is limited, so it’s best to skip the really easy melodic part you can play in your sleep and go straight for the sixteenth notes. 

4. work on your repertoire. again, do the difficult parts first, and if it’s a solo, you want to be confident with all of it, so practice thoroughly (which means painfully slow but beneficial metronome practice and writing a lot in your music)

5. look at some fun music/improvise. playing an instrument is difficult but it should still be something you enjoy and have fun with.


general practice tips:

-use your frifkvrn metronome please

-always, ALWAYS mark things in your music. if you make a mistake on a passage more than three times, write something. if you consistently make mistakes or feel uncomfortable playing one of the measures, circle it, and every time you play that piece, look at that measure first and really spend time on it.

-listen to the pieces you’re playing before you start practicing them so you have an idea of what they’re supposed to sound like. in your free time, listen to the pieces you’re working on and internalize it so you can easily tell if you’re playing something out of rhythm or out of tune

-record yourself. you might think you’re playing very well, but the recording usually begs to differ. likewise, you might actually be playing great, but once you listen to yourself from an outside perspective, you might want to change some of your phrasing or the dynamics

-don’t always start practicing at the beginning of your pieces. sometimes it’s good to start from the end and work backwards, or specifically target the passages that are difficult if you don’t have a lot of time

-take breaks, and be very aware of if you’re playing with too much tension or feel pain after practicing. do NOT power through pain. 

-try to aim for around an hour a day. I think it’s a good goal for most instruments. I also think that an hour of consistent, focused practice would be enough for high school-aged musicians or anyone who wants to be a competent player in an ensemble

-make practice a habit. it’s like exercise. you might not look it at first, but eventually it becomes kind of addicting and you’ll actually find yourself wanting to do it.

-don’t just play through your music. getting your instrument out of its case and running through your solo is not practice. playing the one tricky spot slowly with a metronome and gradually increasing the speed until you get it right is practice. 

livin’ in the real world (ain’t it fun)

(( SECRET PROJECT? SECRET PROJECT! I’VE HAD THIS CHAPTER WRITTEN FOR A WEEK AND NOW THAT MY LAPTOP IS BACK I CAN FINALLY REVEAL IT!!!! HUGE thanks goes to jordyn, riley, ariel, daniel, dani, and tashi - their support has been instrumental in the development of this au! it means a lot to me, and i’m SUPER excited for you guys to read it!!! i hope you enjoy it as much as i do ))

summary: Thomas Sanders doesn’t understand a lot of what goes on inside his head. He just wants a little less cognitive dissonance and a better understanding of his thought processes, although he doesn’t think he’s ever going to get it. Then he helps a woman who’s being harangued in a bar, and the next thing he knows, he’s waking up with clones of himself in his bedroom and EVEN MORE cognitive dissonance. Well, at least they’re entertaining, right? 

(OR: Thomas has his sides suddenly and permanently manifested in order to assist with his problems. It goes about as well as you’d expect at first, but against all odds, good things do happen.)

pairings: none! it’s all platonic my dudes

word count: 3927 

(tw: alcohol mention, mentions of harassment, anxiety attack, v brief nsfw mention but nothing explicit

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chapter the first 

Thomas seriously regrets going out.

He doesn’t usually, and he’s not sure how he ended up in this particular bar, with the music too loud and the strobe lights too bright and the alcohol too strong, but he is having all of the regrets. His heart is singing a furious staccato against his chest, and his drink coats his tongue in heavy slime when he takes a sip.

He hasn’t touched it since that one sip, but he still decides to wait the cursory hour before he attempts to go home. Secretly, he hopes that he’ll acclimatize to the bar in that time, gather the courage to go and ask a cute boy for his number, but realistically, he knows that’s not happening. He’s just not good at this sort of thing – his anxiety runs away with the show. It doesn’t stop him from hoping, though.

(He wonders if maybe it should. The cognitive dissonance is going to kill him one of these days.)

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