okay what do i tag here


I was tagged by @barbellebirb to stop and drop and selfie. Haha, I’m so sorry.

Here’s my face after momming all morning. I’m definitely not as gorgeous as all the girls I see doing this frequently. But I’m okay with that. My face is what it is and I’m used to it. :)

I’m tagging @fitubolla and @cinderellasnewtrainers because I don’t know a lot of people on here. 😬

soft emoji asks

💗  - if you could choose, which time period would you live in? why?

🌿  - what place do you wish you where right now? why?

💫  - what’s the feeling of one emotion that you’ve never been able to label?

🌷  - what are some physical traits you are attracted to?

💐  - what are some personality traits you are attracted to?

📺  - describe a picture you’ve had in your head and wanted to take. 

👼🏼  - what is your ideal friend like?

🌙  - are you more nostalgic or foward-looking? or are you neither?

☁️  - what colour does one of your idols remind you of?

💞  - what does love feel like to you?

🍃  - what’s one thing that you regret never saying?

🐰  - what’s one of your favourite childhood memories?

 - what normally happens in your dreams?

☕️  - who makes you feel warm and cozy?

🌟  - who’s a character that you relate a lot to? why?

This is absolutely disgusting. This has got to stop. When will people learn that idols are people too. They aren’t just some object that you can defile any time you feel like it. I don’t care how many followers you have or if you think you’re a someone special because a famous youtuber follows you. This is wrong. If you would have just posted it to your account I would have thought it was gross and then just moved on, but you actually had the audacity to tag Monsta X’s official instagram account. Where were you when they taught basic manners and courtesy? How were you raised that you think this is okay to tag them in? These idols aren’t you friends on a personal level. You don’t have the right to do this. “Fans” (I use the term loosely here since I don’t consider people who disrespect artists like this true fans) like you are what makes it hard for other fans to be able to enjoy their faves. If people keep doing this and other disrespectful things to idols just like what happened with BamBam on Twitter, idols will stop doing this type of fan service and real fans chances to interact with their idols will get taken away. Don’t be the bad apple that ruins it for the whole group. All I’m saying is 1.) Don’t disrespect an idol to their faces by calling them daddy in public 2.) Don’t disrespect an idol at a concert or fanmeet because you didn’t get picked to be paired with your favorite member (Seriously grow up. Thank your lucky stars you not only got to go to a fanmeet, but that you got chosen to interact with any of them whether they are your bias or not. If you can’t do that then sit down because plenty of fans would love to take your place.)  3.) Don’t ask for other members on an idols solo vlive or any type of broadcast. It’s rude and can hurt their feelings. If you don’t want to see that member then don’t watch. 4.) Don’t demand that your idols speak in your language. These idols have fans on multiple continents. If you want them to speak your language then they would have to learn everyone’s and that’s not realistic. We have wonderful fans who spend hours translating videos and messages in a ton of different languages without being asked. Enjoy their hard work and thank them. 5.) Don’t send lewd pictures or videos like the one above to an idol’s official sns. Its tasteless and gross. 6.) Don’t make fun of an idol or the way they look or dress on an sns you know they are active on. Idols are humans too and have the same feelings you and I do. We all joke and talk about our biases and none of us are innocent of making suggestive or silly comments. But keep it on your private sns or in your group chats and tags and don’t for the love of God tag the group in it. Have some class, it’s that simple. Common courtesy is a thing. Learn it. Live it.

Is YA for YA?

Me being curious and doing a dumb survey here.

If you’re comfortable doing so and are in the ACOTAR/SJM fandom: Reblog this and tag your age.

I want to see what kind of age range a fandom around ‘New Adult’ sits in. The books are often put in the YA section, but there’s smut in them, and we all know the fandom LOVES chapter 55. This is kind of for relevant data for the ‘Is Sex in YA OKAY?’ debate. 

Spreadsheet with results (being updated whenever I can) can be viewed here for those who are interested. Feel free to use this data for whatever fandom Meta/discussion you like. 

The Pastas but with kids

Slenderman: no thank you -teleports away-

Jeff: uhhh….hey there….omg I can’t -kills kid-

Ben: -is playing Mario Kart with the kid-

Jane: - best mom 2017-

Laughing Jack: hey kid you want some candy -insert devil laugh-

Masky: -thinking “Omg what do I do it’s looking at me oh god”- Just take the crayons and paper and go away

Hoodie: -best dad ever-

Toby: hEY kID WAnnA PLAY tAG?!?!? OKAY I’M IT -the small child runs as fast as they can away from the maniac who’s about to trample them-

Clockwork: hey kid you want to play hide and seek? I’ll count! One, two, three -kid hides far away from clockwork-…four, bye bye little bug!

Eyeless Jack- here just take my 10 dollars and go away.

Bangtan in the dorms: Namjoon without Seokjin
  • namjoon: okay imma clean the dorm now!!!! let's do this!!!! im going to make jin hyung proud!!!!
  • yoongi: pls dont do things you're not able to do
  • namjoon: what u think i cant clean neatly bitch u thought-
  • also namjoon: *breaks broom while slipping over the wet floor almost breaking his neck and limbs*
  • yoongi: well seokjin hyung aint here to take care of u and neither am i so BYE
  • Lance: *thinking* Do it, Lance. Tell him to fuck off.
  • Lance: *outloud* Why don't you fuck me already?!
  • Keith: *blushing* W-what?
  • Lance: cRAP

this has been a long time coming  —   so here we go!   i’ve been roleplaying on tumblr for about 5 + years & times have changed but my overall experience has been absolutely wonderful, i want everyone to know that. my time here wouldn’t nearly be as amazing without you all, this community that i’ve seen grow over time & has had the pleasure of being a part of. in fact, it would be very bland without you all!  writing as amaterasu has been an exciting journey & one that i hope i can continue on for years to come. the muse herself has been a light in my life & being able to meet all you amazing people through a character like her?  beyond words. thank you all for being so welcoming & open to a muse like this silly  doggo. 

i’ve made life-long friends through roleplaying & i hope to make many more in the future. no matter whether you are featured on here or not, every one of my followers & mutuals have been a part of this experience so i want to take time to appreciate you all. you are all so creative & talented, & i want you all to know that outside of tumblr, i hope all your endeavours & lives are filled with joy & happiness.

may today of all days bring you light & now as we slowly run-up to spring, i hope your horizons are splashed with colour. 

thank you & i love you all so much ♥

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Teenage Angst Edgelord Baz Pitch

I’m very funny i know and the basil joke totally hasn’t been made a thousand times before ahaha

Also isn’t this the laziest shading you’ve ever seen?? The answer is yes but do i care?? also yes absolutely please don’t hate me

Please do not edit or reupload.

You can find all of my fanarts here: iezz-art

It's Okay

Summery: you come home to what your husband, Bucky, and two children, James and Saffie, had spent their day doing.

Triggers: messiness, hint to sex, bubbles.

Word count: 600+

A/N: I have a Sam x reader in the works and loads of part twos but I needed something fresh to do so here you go. Enjoy this Drabble. (*gif not mine).

Tagging: @helllaellla@bovaria@marvel-ash@marvelfanfichq@givebuckyhisplums2k16@starstar1012@fairy-frills@emilypkuzu@annadier@buckystories@shamvictoria11@feelmyroarrrr@totheendofthelinepal@thelazyorange@creatorofwritings@callingmrsbarnes@whotheeffisbucky@palaiasaurus64@likochkah@professional-fandoms

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

‘Oh. My. God’

You had just got in from work. You were working part time, even though you didn’t have to you wanted to. Financially, your family was safe. You had taken (what was planned to be) a 6 month maternity leave 4 years ago after giving birth to James Buchanan Barnes Jr. 2 years later you had your second child with Bucky, Saffie, and throughout the whole thing didn’t work a day. Saying that you didn’t work was wrong - motherhood was hard - you didn’t get paid to work.

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Okay so after seeing this art I really really wanted to imagine Yuuri and Viktor skating to the Pas de Deux from the ballet The Nutcracker.

For reference, here’s the music : 

But as I was listening to this, look what I found in the youtube recommendations !! :

Leaving this in the tags for everyone who wants to imagine Yuuri and Viktor pair skating on this music as I do.


Originally posted by datpizzasparkle

This gif has nothing to do with this imagine but whatevs

Imagine: you leave scratches on Peter’s back after a night of getting frisky and the next morning the team sees

Warnings: Smut, embarrassment (? is that a warning?? I’ve seen it tagged so i figured i would but it’s not that bad of embarrassment more poking fun ya feel)


“Peter are you sure it’s okay we do this here?” you asked from under your boyfriend. The two of you were making out on his bed in the Avengers compound. You knew you two on your way to having sex, but doing it here, so close to all your friends made you a little nervous. What if someone heard? Or worse walked in?

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heavy on her heart.

I’ve never really posted any kind of writing before, let alone something for a fandom, but this little snippet has been in my phone notes for ages and I’d like to share it! 

I hope you enjoy. :)

People often say when you repeat a word enough, it loses its value. In many cases, the word doesn’t feel real anymore; just another slew of nonsense akin to a child’s babbling. To test this theory, Emma laid awake in her bed, whispering to herself over and over again. 

Regina. Regina. Regina. Regina. Regina. 

Every letter is carefully enunciated, every breath is softer than the next; every thought is another image of her smile until Emma eventually succumbs to sleep.

When she awakens the next morning - and every possible thought of that smile has appeared and faded from her mind’s eye - Emma wills herself to try once more, with high hopes that the name had finally lost all meaning to her.

“Regina,” she sighs to the empty room, suddenly experiencing a different feeling growing inside of her. Did such a ridiculous concept manage to hold truth?

The answer is no, because what people often say can happen never seems to apply to Emma, and by the end of the last syllable, she knew she did not find a way to rid herself of the weight Regina’s name laid so heavily on her heart.

Instead, every other word had suddenly lost all meaning to her, because out of all of the words she had ever learned, this one had a smile behind it worth remembering.

Live Wire: An Aftershocks Sequel - Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: PTSD, flashbacks, groping, assault PTSD, fluff 

Word Count: 1714

Summary: You try to cope with memories from your most recent encounter with Ward while dealing with your own developing demons. 

Authors Note:  Okay, here it is! In honor of me being over 1,000 followers I am going to start up on Live Wire: An Aftershocks Sequel, seeing as Aftershocks was my first story. If you have not read Aftershocks, please do, so you have the context and story for this sequel! Anyway, here we go! I hope you guys like it, Tags are open but will probably not stay open as long as they did for divided so if you want to be tagged, let me know. As always I love hearing what you think so feel free to drop me a line <3 Enjoy!

Your fists slam forcefully into the bag, your knee rising up to counter the hit on the other side, causing the heavy leather to ricochet backwards, groaning on the straining chain under the force of your constant abuse.

You grab the bag, steadying it slowly as you fall back into your fighting stance, throwing a fist powerfully forward. Y/N,” Ward breathes, a sickening sweetness to his voice, “I’ve missed you sweetheart. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to see that pretty face.” His hand caresses your cheek as you struggle beneath him.

Your fist flies forward as your eyes blur slightly stinging with the memory of your encounter with Ward only weeks ago. Feeling a small throb in your upper left shoulder as you make contact with the bag, the freshly healed gunshot wound reminding you of the many marks he’s left on your skin.

You bite your lip, ignoring the pain as you continue in your hurried movements throwing multiple combos that Bucky had shown you at the bag. “So long since I touched the sweet softness of your skin.” Ward’s hand slides down your torso, reaching up under your shirt, to drag across your stomach and move up towards your breast.

Your fists fly feverishly forward, the speed of your hits causing the chain to screech loudly as you abuse the bag, breathing heavily as tears stream down your face. You step back breathing deeply as your mind swims, the memory of Ward’s hands sliding across your skin causing goose bumps to erupt.

A loud sob rips from you as your hands fly up to your head, your ears ringing as your mind swirls. “You’re never going to get away from me. I own you.” Ward snarls, “What did I tell you sweetheart? What did I promise you? I swore that I would make you suffer until I kill you myself. And now you’ve dragged the Winter Soldier along with…”

The tears stream down your face as you a scream rips from you, reverberating loudly in the empty gym as you throw yourself towards the bag, slamming forceful hit after hit into the leather, the bag groaning on its hinge under your unrelenting pace.

You scream again, tears streaming down your face as you lose control, the white rage ripping through you as your fists juts forward the final hit too forceful, causing the hinge to tear from the beam, the bag sailing backwards under your contact. You watch in disbelief for a moment before dropping to your knees, sobbing roughly as your bruised hands shake in front of you.  

“I always love it when you pretend to be tougher than you are. It’s so much more fun to break you when you fight back.” Ward’s whispered taunt drifts back to you, making your skin crawl as the words echo in your ear as if whispered behind you. You gasp, breathing heavily as you try to steady your reddened hands.

You breathe deliberately, your sobbing slowing as you flex your fingers, curling and uncurling them, your hands gradually steadying as your swell of emotion subsides. You wipe the tears from your eyes, taking a few deep breaths as you look up into the mirror at your kneeling form.

Your eyes dart to a shimmer of blue in the reflection behind you as Bucky walks forward towards you out of the darkness. His bare feet are silent on the padded floor as he approaches you, his gray sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips, with the hem of his tight white undershirt barely covering the bottom of his abdominal muscles.

His hair is roughly tousled from sleep as he comes to stand behind you, looking down to make eye contact with you in the mirror as you lean gently back against his legs, allowing his fingers to slip lovingly into your hair.

“I thought you were going to start telling me when you can’t sleep.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss you on your forehead, crouching low as he comes to sit beside you, his legs splayed out in front of him as he looks at you.

“You were…” You cough slightly, clearing the hoarseness of your sobs from your voice, “You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you love… just wanted to get in a workout…”

He nods silently, his eyes flicking up to the hole in the beam before traveling to the discarded bag a few feet away. His tongue flicks out over his lips as he takes a deep breath, reaching for your quickly bruising hands.

“Doll,” He breathes softly, pulling your fingers up towards his mouth as he places soft kisses on your knuckles, scooting closer to you. “What’s going on?” he speaks quietly as he lowers your intertwined hands into your lap. He looks at you, trying to hold your gaze as the concern grows on his face.

“I… I don’t know… I just don’t feel tired and I can’t stop thinking… I just… I don’t know Buck.” You whisper, shaking your head as you break from his gaze. “Hey,” He whispers, his hand flying up to touch lightly along your jaw, pulling your eyes back to his.

“That’s ok… It’s ok to not know… to have feelings that can’t be explained. But I’m here for you, whatever you need I’m here. But you have to let me be, you can’t just go disappearing on me in the middle of the night…” You nod, knowing the panic he must have felt when he woke up and didn’t know where you had gone.

“I’m sorry…” You whisper, your arms wrapping around him in a hug, “I didn’t think… that wasn’t fair… I…” “Shhhh” He whispers, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, his fingers stroking lovingly in your hair, “I know… I get it. It’s ok doll,” He pulls back, his fingers sliding to your cheek as he kisses you tenderly.

“How about we try going back to sleep? Think you’ve tired yourself out enough?” He smiles, as he moves to stand. You nod allowing him to pull you to your feet beside him. His arm curling protectively around your shoulder as you two walk out of the gym heading back to his room.

“Rogers! Barnes!!” Tony bellows down the hallway as he storms into the kitchen, finding you, Wanda, and Steve sitting around the table as Bucky makes eggs on the stove. Tony appears in the doorway his face red with irritation as he rounds on Steve.

“What the hell happened to my punching bag?” He thunders, looking incriminatingly at Steve beside you as you and Bucky both tense up. “What are you on about Tony?” Steve asks, quizzically raising his eyebrows at Stark.

“I’m talking about you damn super soldiers and your god damn super strength destroying my gym.” He hollers pointing his hand at Bucky as well. Bucky bites his lip, his body tense under Tony’s wrath.

Wanda’s head snaps hurriedly to Bucky, her eyebrow raising curiously as her eyes dart to you. “Oh for peete’s sake, Tony! What are you talking about?” Steve raises his voice, becoming annoyed with Tony’s temper tantrum.

“I’m talking about the hole that is now ripped in the beam and the 300 pound punching bag that is now slain across the floor!” Tony yells back, Steve’s brow furrows in confusion, as you straighten up, taking a deep breath.

“Tony, calm down, it was…” You start but Bucky quickly interrupts you, “It was me. Sorry Tony, I was going to go about fixing it today, just wanted to grab a bite of breakfast first.” Wanda watches Bucky searchingly, perplexed by his confession, a similar expression mirrored on your own face as you watch Bucky claim responsibility for your mess.

Tony rounds on him, advancing threateningly into the kitchen, still seething, “You better pal, I want that put back to perfect condition by the end of today.” He growls, whipping around as he storms from the kitchen, causing Bucky to laugh dryly as you mouth a silent thank you to him.

He smiles quietly and winks at you as you turn back to the newspaper. Wanda quietly rises from the table, moving into the kitchen to bustle about in the fridge as Bucky flips his eggs. She moves to stand beside him in front of the counter leaning back to look at him full in the face.

“Why are you lying Barnes?” She whispers quietly, looking perplexedly at him as his eyes flick up to hers, the shadow of panic dancing behind them. “Shove off Wanda.” Bucky rolls his eyes, dismissing the witch as she looks at him closer.

“There’s something you’re not telling her…” She says quietly, her eyes flashing towards you at the table as Bucky tenses, reaching for a plate, his hand faulting in midair. “Will you knock it off Wanda?” He growls, trying to disrupt her in her crusade to unravel his mind.

“Y/N’s hands are looking very bruised this morning,” she observes in her heavy Russian accent, “How exactly did that bag get broken…?” She pesters, Bucky sets his plate down, gripping her by her bicep roughly as he pulls her back into the kitchen, speaking in a low growl.

“That’s enough Wanda. I said to knock it off.” Wanda looks him in the eye, her brow cocking upwards as she questions his command.  “You’re keeping secrets Barnes, and you should know better than anyone that secrets have a way of getting out…”

Bucky’s eyes flash up to Y/N as she chuckles at something that Steve said, his stomach feeling uneasy at Wanda’s warning as she shakes her head, moving back towards the table to settle in her seat once more.

She was right, secrets did have a way of getting out and how would she react if she finds out what he’s done. Will she understand… What if she doesn’t? His eyes watch her as her gaze flicks from Steve, falling onto him as he stands silently in the kitchen.

She smiles widely at him, blowing him a small kiss, a soft smile pulling on his own cheeks in response. I’ll tell her soon. He thinks as he watches her in her comfort. She has enough going on… I’ll tell her soon…

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I really hate these, but I really love them too, here I am again, weird selfies, bad discription and way to many tags.

Hi I’m Savanna (she/her) and you’re all beautiful human beings! Come talk to me if you want, I’m an socially awkward potato, so don’t expect too much from me.

New Family - Time Stamp

Originally posted by kawaiixliam-blog

Request: Hi! I want to start by saying that I love your blog!  

15- “Yeah, I know there’s a fire, but I heard that snuggling together can help preserve body heat…”

Author’s Note: So, this is actually a time stamp of my New Family series that I wrote for Christmas last year! I hope this is okay, the idea is probably a little different than was intended when the fic was requested, so let me know what you think!Also, I wrote this super late so I’m sorry if it sucks! Enjoy :)

Warnings: mega fluff; maybe some language 

Tagging @myteenwolf-world!

Also, if you’d like to read the series I’m talking about (which I highly recommend you do!), then you can do so here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


Cooing down at Alec, I lifted him into my arms and carried him down the hall. I watched with amusement as he flapped his chubby arms happily, a huge smile on his face. Coming to the top of the stairs, I stopped to adjust his shirt before we headed down when I heard a voice nearby.

“I miss you, too,” my oldest son said. “Yeah, I think they’ll let me. I still have to ask.” Liam must be on the phone with Hayden, I thought to myself. “Yeah, I know there’s a fire, but I heard that snuggling together can help preserve body heat…” I had to stop myself from snorting as I listened to him deliver the cheesy line. Deciding it was probably best to get the hell out of dodge before I got caught, I walked downstairs.

“Li, dinner’s ready!” Derek called up just as I finished putting Alec in his high chair. 

“Be right there!” he answered, a few seconds passing before his feet could be heard running down the steps. Derek helped our daughter, Ellie, get situated in her chair before kissing the top of my head and taking his seat.

“I can feed him tonight, babe,” he told me with a small smile, referring to Alec. “Don’t worry about it. You just relax and enjoy dinner. You were on your feet making it, after all.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” I said, leaning over to plant a small kiss to his lips just as Liam reached the table and launched himself into a chair, immediately starting to pile food onto his plate. Derek and I watched with amusement as he heaped mashed potatoes and stuffing next to each other, barely leaving any room for anything else, but somehow managing to fit it all.

“What?” he asked after catching us staring. I shook my head with a chuckle, helping Ellie get her food.

“You eat just like your father. I swear, if Alec grows up to eat like you two, I’ll have to buy out the whole grocery store when I go shopping.”

Dinner passed by like normal, Ellie talking about her day in that excited way that small children do, Alec getting food all over his face, Derek and I sharing loving looks with each other over our kids. The only thing that was unusual was how quiet Liam was being. But I supposed that was due to the fact that he was practically shoveling food into his mouth.

“You in a hurry to be somewhere or what?” Derek asked, half joking as he took note of Liam’s puffed out cheeks, filled with food. Our son eyed his father for a second before looking back down at the table and swallowing his bite.

“Actually, uh-” Liam started, looking between us. “I was wondering if I could go over to Hayden’s tonight maybe?”

“Sure, sweety,” I told him. “Just don’t be too late. Remember, tomorrow is Christmas Eve.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, rushing the answer, eager to get out of there. 

“I’m serious, Li, we have an early day for family pictures. I don’t want you to be all tired because you lost track of time snuggling.”

“Mom!” he cried, eyes going wide as he dropped his fork. I couldn’t hide the grin on my lips if I had wanted to. Derek let out a snort, cocking a brow and looking between Liam and I with amusement. “You were eavesdropping!?”

“Hey, it isn’t eavesdropping when you leave your door open,” I pointed out with a playful smirk. He groaned, burying his face in his hands as he turned red with embarrassment. “I have to say, I don’t particularly like the idea of my oldest baby snuggling with girls that aren’t his momma, but I like Hayden, she’s nice-”

“Oh my God,” Liam groaned again, practically burrowing into his arms. I laughed at his reaction, loving that he was old enough for me to tease him like this. After all, what was the point of having kids if you couldn’t torture them just a little?

“Li and Hayden, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-!” Ellie sang, bobbing her little head from side to side. Derek and I burst into laughter at this, Liam seeming to practically melt into a puddle. Once we calmed down, he looked up at me through those long lashes with a cautious pout.

“Are we done making fun of me now?”

“For now.” I shot him a wink before returning to my dinner.

“This is the last dish,” Liam said, setting the dirty plates in the sink. “Can I go now?”

“Yes,” I chuckled. “Thank you for helping clear the table.” He gave me a tight lipped grin before leaving to put his shoes on. I met Derek at the door, leaning into his side when he wrapped one of his strong arms around my shoulders. 

“Be careful,” he said, handing Liam the keys. 

“I will.” We watched as he headed out the door for the car, one last thing jumping to my mind before he got in.

“Hey!” I called, grabbing his attention. “If snuggling leads to anything else, you better use protection! We don’t need anymore babies around here.” The last thing I heard was another one of Liam’s groans before he closed the car door.