only 5 tags count i know

One and Only pt. 5 (final)

Prompt: You need a little bit of T.L.C. after being shot on a mission and that includes a new roommate. You have a massive crush on him and he’s clueless.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,111

Warnings: just super fluffy, per usual

A/N: and we have come to the end! i know it was short but that’s okay. it was fluffly and cute and nice (:

Tagged: @defendors @marvelfandom-stuff @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx @all-around-geek@thorne93@brittanymcsharry @rileyloves5 @scaly-manfish @vaultingphilosophy @kaitlynthehuman@marvelous-fvcks @jordanbella @sweet-honey15 @lostinspace33 @tatortot2701

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

The few days without Steve were hard, harder than you expected. But because of your pride, you tried to do things as you normally would, as if you weren’t still injured. But you struggled. And because of that, you made the couch your bed and ordered takeout for every meal. Netflix was your best friend. You’d watched too many movies to count. You’d downloaded way too many apps on your phone to pass the time without him, without any interaction.

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krakahoa  asked:

Do you know of any blogs or masterposts that tell you tips on running an art blog?

hi there, I have had pretty decent success right now so I can give you some tips before linking to other stuff.

  • First, be consistent and patient. Do not let your content stagnate. Not 100% everyday, but often. This will also motivate you to draw.
  • tag properly, but only first 5 tags count in search
  • Do not overlook your descriptions, as it will blacklist your post from search
  •  draw for yourself. Do not draw fandoms you don’t like just to get views. It will probably lead to burn out and unhappiness. If you like a fandom, go for it, but don’t do it if you don’t want to. Plenty of successful original artists on here.
  • Focus on improving your art, quality over quantity
  • However, people really love WIPS and progress pics as well
  • resource and tutorials are loved in the community
  • be involved in the community

Other Resources

A Few Very Successful Art Blogs off the top of my head

Hopefully this helps! If you liked this post, please consider reblogging, itt helps it reach more people! <3


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K6034 2000 follower give away

So, I am currently 100 followers away from 2000, and to celebrate I’m going to do a follower giveaway from my RedBubble store

These are the current works I have in my shop portfolio (if there’s anything in my art tag you want in my store, let me know)



5 people will win a choice between any t shirt / tank top, iphone / samsung phone case, poster, print, calendar, pillow, mug, notebook (spiral or hardcover), tote bag, studio pouch, clock or assorted collection of stickers 


Rules:

  • MUST be following me - it is a follower give away after all!
  • Reblog this post to spread the word
  • If you don’t want to be entered but can spread the word, reblog with “#boost only”
  • Winners will be drawn when my follower count hits 2000. When that will be, I can’t say, but I’ll let you know when I’m close. Follow the tag K6034comp to see updates
  • Must be comfortable with sending me your name and address so I can send the prizes over
  • Must have messaging system open to be contacted with or some kind of way of contacting you


Click here to explore my store and browse the prizes YOU could win!

Only Us (Part Six)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1947

Warning(s): Swearing, parental neglect 

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk. 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  


“How dare you!” I heard my mother yell as I entered our apartment. Her and my Dad were fighting…again. I shut the door walking to the kitchen where the yelling occurred. Just to my luck I had to walk through the kitchen to get to my bedroom. Curse our damn small apartment.

“Oh shut up.” My dad mumbled. “It’s not like it means anything.” I ran my hands through my hair trying to walk past them.

“What the hell are you doing here?” My mom glared at me.

“I live here.” I mumbled. She glared at me shaking her head.

“You know Will, the worst thing we ever did was make her.” She glared at me as tears sprung in my eyes. That always hurt. I turned walking toward my room used to the verbal abuse they always inflicted on me. I stopped when I saw my door wide open. That never happened. I always locked it. I slowly walked into the room tears falling from my face as I saw the destruction that littered all over the floor. I closed the door locking it again quickly walked toward my bookshelf finding my favorite opening it to find all my money gone. No. I thought paging through it quickly. No no no no. That was all of my money. My eyes squeezed shut and I through the book across the room my head falling into my hands.

“Woah.” I heard a familiar muffled voice from my window. I looked up to find Spiderman outside my building looking inside the room. “Are you okay Y/N?” He asked panic in his voice. My eyes locked with his covered face.

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Until It’s Gone - Ch.9

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: mild language, lots of angst, beginnings of a panic attack, violence with a coffee mug, general torn feelings

Word Count: 1,883

A/N: This is the ninth chapter in my second spn fanfic series. Only one chapter is left after this one… it makes my heart hurt. Thanks goes out to my betas, fangirls, and constant supports for this fic: @wheresthekillswitch & @hannahindie

Feedback is always loved and appreciated! (yes, even yelling, Athina ;)

Read (Ch.1) (Ch.2) (Ch.3) (Ch.4) (Ch.5) (Ch.6) (Ch.7) (Ch.8)

My tags are way down below. Let me know if you want to be added to anything that I write :)


Then:

Dean finally broke the silence, “Why do you want to talk to me, Y/N?”

You took a deep breath and searched for the strength you used to carry. “Because it took me awhile to find the right words,” you said, proud that your voice didn’t waver, “and now that I have them, I want you to hear them.”

Dean nodded and walked all of the way into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter across from you, “The floor is yours, sweetheart.”

Now:

All the words that you’d wanted to say for the past few months seemed to disappear as you looked at Dean. After you’d left, you’d avoided him at all costs; spending time with Sam at your place instead of the bunker, avoiding the bars Dean frequented, not texting, not talking, not seeing.

The first time you’d actually seen him since everything happened was in that alcove across from the coffee shop, and the sight of him standing in the pouring rain, trying to hide his concern and failing at repressing his anger… It was like the breath was knocked out of you.  And in the time you’d spent with him since, you still found yourself struggling to fill your lungs, almost as if Dean was sucking the oxygen straight from them. He had destroyed you the day you left the bunker, the day you left him, and with each passing moment in his presence you had to relive that pain. The wounds had never healed, and the scabs that had formed were immediately scraped off the second you’d laid eyes on him.

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I am so excited to be launching my first official giveaway! Please continue reading for the rules and restrictions.


1. New followers are welcome but you MUST be following my blog sun-taurus-tarot to enter, I will be checking.

2. Must live within the US to be eligible for this offer.

3. Must be able to provide a valid shipping address. No PO boxes allowed.

4. Must be 18+. Upon choosing the winners, I will request that you provide me with proof of age even if it is just a picture of your ID with everything covered but your name and birthday. I apologize for this but I don’t want any angry parents coming after me.

5. Likes and reblogs count as one entry. Only one reblog per day is allowed.

6. No giveaway blogs are allowed to participate.

7. Do not tag reblogs as “give away”, “free”, “contest”, or anything similar. If you do you will be disqualified.

8.This giveaway is in no way connected to Tumblr or it’s affiliates.


This offer will end on July 29, 2017 at 11:59 PM. You must have your messages open, I will not send an ask or comment to let you know if you have won. Winners will be notified on July 31, 2017. Winners will have 24 hours to respond with their full name, shipping address, and proof of age or I will move onto the next in line. I will write down the names of those who enter and will draw three names at random. I will be videoing this but will not post the video until all winners have responded and given their consent for their names to be made public. In the even that all winners wish to remain anonymous, the video will not be posted but I will make a post to notify my followers that all prizes have been claimed.


KEEP AN EYE OUT THROUGH OUT THE MONTH OF JULY, AS THERE WILL BE SURPRISE OPPROTUNITIES TO GET YOUR NAME IN FOR ADITIONAL ENTRIES.

Thank you in advance to all who have supported me up to this point and to all who participate in this opportunity.

Good luck to each of you!!

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I took a quick break from working on Asgore, and made the mistake of discovering the amazingness that is Villainous. Long story short, it’s made me super inspired to draw and since no one else seems to have made one yet I’m creating a Swap Au! So far I’ve only got Demencia done - but Black Hat, Flug and 5.0.5 will be following asap! (Because who needs sleep or schoolwork when you can draw owo)

This is still more of a concept atm, so let me know what you guys think and I’m open to any name suggestions!

Forever | 20: Falling

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

Word Count: 1224

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language, Gun Violence, mentions of death, Angst

Characters (in order of appearance): Chadwick Boseman, Sebastian stan, Reader

A/N: Only 5 chapters left!!!! I’m gonna cry when this fic ends, but I hope y’all enjoy!!! I’m posting this in a rush so if I didn’t tag you/there are mistakes, I’ll fix them later!!!

***if you would like to be tagged in future parts, also let me know via ask/message!***

Forever | 19 // Forever | 21

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HOLY SHIT I HIT 1,000!!!

Originally posted by parrilla-collins

1,000 Follower Celebration Challenge!!!

First of all, I want to thank each and every one of ya’ll for taking a chance on me and reading my fics. This blog used to be my personal, and I understand that some of my old followers may have stuck around, but I literally cannot believe how quickly my little squad has grown!!!

Thank you for being patient with me, thank you for reading the things I post, thank you for being supportive and lovely and making my days better.

So enough about me, here’s my two cents on this challenge.
I wanted to do something that wasn’t exhausted already (ie song, drabble, head canon etc), and considering the wild amount of challenges that have been going on since December, I didn’t want to overbear anyone. (Don’t worry, next milestone I’ll be doing something for everyone!) So I’m combining a list of my favourite things to make things a bit easier on ya’ll. Please read carefully all of the rules below. Just send me an ASK if you’re unsure of anything. And of course, there will be a huge celebratory masterlist permanently posted on my blog afterwards!

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(Oh no, Tumblr doesn’t seem to like this pic much.)

Destiny 2 has me all hyped up! In a way I wanted to redraw my Y1 pic; but, I also wanted to add my new Guardians and OC’s I’ve made over the years since then. I mainly have new Guardians since I switched from the Xbox 360 to the PS4 shortly after TTK was released. I kinda wish Bungie didn’t can all old gen stuff so I could view my old Y1 Xbox Guardians, since the only ref of some was that old pic I linked. (Unfortunately that means I have no idea what mark my old Y1 Titan had and forgot to just pick one. Oops!)

Characters from left to right: Jilaiya (Awoken, Warlock), Aruna-7 (Exo, Warlock), Sivi’iks (Fallen, Dreg), Akamoto (Human/Cyborg, Hunter), Pup (Vex, Hobgoblin), Moxi (Awoken, Titan), Zerelda (Human, Titan), and Misha-5 (Exo, Hunter)

Our Choices -- Chapter 6 -- Infectio et lupum

(Credit to gif owner) Sorry for the wait you guys!! I had a wicked busy week and writer’s block out the wazoo so it took me a little longer to get this one ready.  Hope y’all like it and get excited for Chapter 7 because it’ll be another long one :)

Chapter 1 . Chapter 2 . Chapter 3 . Chapter 4 . Chapter 5 . FFN . Ao3

Word Count: 3,123

Warnings: nah

Tagged users: @deerprongs@6amwritings@obscurilicious​ 

Let me know if you want to be tagged when I post future chapters!

RECAP:  Sirius let out a sound similar to a dog’s whine when its owner leaves, and it nearly broke Remus’s heart despite the glow of his Patronus.  He frantically stuffed the photographs back into his robes; it would be far too dangerous to let Sirius have them, as much as he now wanted to.  Besides, they might be the only evidence that could one day set him free.

Sirius nodded unhappily; Twill was seconds away.  

“Take care of yourself, Padfoot,” Remus said.  He flicked his wand again and his full Patronus appeared.  With one last look at his wrongfully convicted friend, Remus hurried down the hall before Twill could catch him, leaving the silver wolf so Sirius could have just a few more moments of peace.


Remus was in tears by the time he encountered Twill, who was on her way to retrieve him.  Neither said a word to the other until they were safely back at the Ministry and she had him sign two more forms.  The Magical Corrections Office registered his wand (“Protocol for anyone returning from Azkaban,” a squeaky-voiced wizard told him, but the words barely registered.), and then he and Twill parted ways with a quick “take care.”  She didn’t seem to want to review the trip any more than he did, for which he was grateful.

Being back in London so abruptly after spending time in Azkaban was a significant culture shock, even though Remus had only been away from the civilized Wizarding world for two hours.  How was it possible, he thought as he left the Ministry and stepped into the late afternoon sun that no longer warmed him, that all these witches and wizards brushing past were doing so without a care in the world that miles away, an innocent man was dying slowly?  Didn’t they notice, shouldn’t they care?

Remus’s feet dragged him back to his flat as if by memory.  He had neither the desire nor the energy to Apparate, and when he got home he went immediately to his bed and curled up on his side.  The extent to which Azkaban had affected him hadn’t registered until he closed his eyes and immediately flung them open again with a sharp intake of breath, having seen behind his eyelids the walls of the prison again, closing in on him and dripping mildew.  He still felt like he would never feel completely warm, and his heart ached for Sirius.  

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Embrace the Apocalypse with Me’s 400 Follower Negan Challenge

Hey there friends! I didn’t see you come in…Who me? I’m just sitting here…definitely not in my underwear listening to this

Wait…a 400 follower Negan challenge? Who said anything about that that?! Oh, It was me? Just a few days ago, you say? Well then, let’s get this party started!

I finally hit 400 followers and I’m gonna party it up with a Negan Challenge! Without further ado, here are the rules:

1. You can create anything you want using one of the prompts below. I don’t care what format it’s in (poem, short fic, multi-chapter, drawing, sculpture, music, interpretive dance, basket weaving). Go nuts!

2. The deadline is Friday, September 1, 2017 at midnight Eastern Time.

3. Send your prompt choices to me via an ASK! If you send it any other way, I will ask you to ASK me for the prompt. ;) It’s first come, first serve and there are only two slots for the prompts.

4. Write any version of Negan you want! Fancy some TV!Daddy!Negan? Rock on! Prefer goofy, crass Comic!Negan? Fuck yeah, pals, me too! Wanna go with something completely outside both of those boxes? I love you! Make it happen!

5. I will be giving out prizes (haven’t decided on physical or virtual prizes yet) for the following: Most Likes, Most Reblogs, Most Comments (this will include comments on reblogs and replies). Writer comments and my comments/likes/reblogs will not count. Only reader ones will be tallied and only until the deadline.

6. Oh shit! I almost forgot to say tag me in your fics as you post ‘em and also tag the fic with #embracetheapocalypse so I can find it!

On to the prompts! I’ve got 5 categories with 5 prompts, and each prompt has two available slots:

Category 1: Shuffle Playlist (Inspired by songs on my actual playlist)

Category 2: A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away (Opening Lines)

  • “I told you not to come back…” (Full! @jdm and @doyouhaveavacancy
  • “Why don’t you come over here and make me!” (1 slots open @dusty-cookie
  • “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Negan!” (1 slots open @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash
  • “Put that thing the hell away, would you?!” (2 slots open) 
  • “How do you take your coffee?” (2 slots open) 

Category 3: Gimme Half Your Shit (Items to be used in the piece)

  • Cell Phone  (2 slots open)
  • Paper Clip (2 slots open)
  • Photograph (2 slots open)
  • Beach Ball (2 slots open)
  • Banana (1 slots open, @daintyunicorn)

Category 4: The Twilight Zone (AU’s)

  • Horror (From Frankenstein to Freddy Kruger, everyone likes a good monster. Now let’s do a Negan remix with one!) (Full @lucifers-trash-stash and @superprincesspea
  • Sci-Fi (On a spaceship? Alien invasion? Robots? Go nuts! Please, please go nuts with this one!) (Full! @roguesandsavours and @ladylorelitany)
  • Fantasy (Like Game of Thrones but with more swearing! Or Dungeons and Dragons…with more swearing! Or Lord of the Rings…but with-You get the picture!) (2 slots open)
  • Chick Flick (What if Negan existed in a world of “Meet Cutes” and talking about your feelings?) (2 slots open)
  • Wild West (Who cares if westerns aren’t in vogue right now? I want a cowboy Negan!) (Full! @thedeadwalks and @84reedsy)

Category 5: The Before Times (Pre-Saviours fics! I am laying down the gauntlet and asking you to envision Negan before he had his back up dancers-eer..I mean army!)

  • Here’s Negan (any fic that takes place during the events of Here’s Negan) (1 slots open, @thicmcdaniel)
  • School Days (any fic that takes place while he was working as a teacher) (Full! @wideawakeandwriting, @crowleyismysugardaddy)
  • Lucille (any fic involving an alive Lucille) (Full! @genevivedarcygranger and @redheadedwhat)
  • College (before he was anything, he was a student. But was he a frat boy or a nerd? Or the class clown? You decide!) (Full! @blog-stephaniewolff-stuff and @losercowboy)
  • Used Car Salesman (Ok, so this was never really substantiated, but maybe he sold cars to put himself through school? Or to pay for Lucille’s cancer treatments? Let’s see what his life selling quality used vehicles was like!) (2 slots open)

If you have questions fire away! Also, please share this to get the word out! :)

Tagging folks who liked my status: @neganfiction @dusty-cookie @rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts @superprincesspea @shadesofarrogance @i-am-negan-trash @84reedsy @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @daintyunicorn @lucifers-trash-stash @ofdragonsanddreams16 @kellyn1604 @smakka–bagms @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 @superbasementflower @losercowboy @azanoni @lupienne @supernaturally-lucky @strangersangel9 @scrumpescapes @warriorqueen1991

750 Follower Appreciation & Tumblr Awards

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Alright guys!! It’s here but for real this time!

Thanks to all of you who’ve decided over the past few months to follow me! It means a lot, especially because everyone is so helpful and kind!

So in thanks I’ve decided to host another

✧・゚:* RED QUEEN (ONLY) BLOG CONTEST *:・゚✧

(Well technically I’m holding two, one VISUAL and one for WRITING)


I’ve updated the schedule for this. Instead of the original plan of holding it this week it will be held the week after the next (from June 26th to June 30th) to give everyone plenty of time to prepare. I also added more details and descriptions to some of the tasks to help you out!! :)


RULES:

  • You must be following this recycling bin (some people say trash can but come on guys you gotta have more self esteem than that). And I will check whether you are following me or not.
  • You must reblog. Likes do not count. I will check, yet again.
  • You have to tag EACH entry with the appropriate Blog Contest classification and the appropriate task number (SEE ‘TAGGING’ BELOW)
  • *If you do not tag properly* and your tag doesn’t show up in the tagged page that entry will not be graded. (Just so ya know that means that the 2 required tags will have to be the FIRST ones you tag the post with, bc after 5 tags they don’t show up)
  • I am choosing winners *ONLY* based on THESE edits/fanfics/etc. NOT based on previous content or anything else on the blog.
  • Because of this^, I am going to let the last RQ blog contest winners @lilyharvord and @evangeliensamos and all of the runner-ups to compete.
  • There will be one WRITTEN winner and one VISUAL winner. There will be one runner up for each category as well.
  • Entries must be submitted on time, on the day they are meant to be posted. Please schedule/queue them to post between 6am-11pm Eastern US Time (the New York time zone).

**You can only enter ONE of the competitions. You have to choose between either the VISUAL or the WRITTEN competition and put your choice in the tags**

PRIZES:

  • Winners will receive: a request for an edit/moodboard/aesthetic, a request for a fanfic/head canon, and either a URL graphic or URL change of choice (I put the urls to choose from under Keep Reading)
  • Runner-ups will receive: a request for a head canon and either a URL graphic or URL change of choice (I put the urls to choose from under Keep Reading)

VISUAL RQ BLOG CONTEST TASKS:

    ➫ Monday, the 26th: Task 1 = Ship Day  Create a 4x2 moodboard for a rq ship (common, uncommon, whatever). For inspo check out this amazing blog.
   ➫ Tuesday, the 27th: Task 2 = Diversity Day  Create a 3x3 aesthetic for a single poc and/or lgbtq+ character. For inspo check out some of mine.
   ➫ Wednesday, the 28th: Task 3 = Historical Day  Create an edit for any historical figure that we know from the RQ verse (characters only mentioned). These can include Caesar Calore, the tactician that united Norta, Juliana, his daughter, Barr Rambler, one of the first recorded Silvers, Garion Savannah, Tiberias the 3rd, King Onekad Cygnet and more. For ideas look here, or on pages 171-175 (amongst others) in King’s Cage.
   ➫ Thursday, the 29th: Task 4 = Text Day  Create an edit for an interesting/exciting/funny scene or quote from any of the rq books/novellas. I made one a while back, too, check that one out here.
   ➫ Friday, the 30th: Task 5 = Creativity Day  INVENT a silver ability AND a house to go a long with it!! Create a 4 image/gif edit. Describe the ability in 3 sentences and the house (colors, etc) in another 2.

WRITTEN RQ BLOG CONTEST TASKS:

   ➫ Monday, the 26th: Task 1 = Next Generation Tuesday  Write a glance into the future for a child of any rq ship *in the red queen world, not an au* Number of words: 600-850. Ex. Marecal’s daughter, could include appearance descriptions, ability, personality, and please write a little story! :)
   ➫ Wednesday, the 28th: Task 2 = FLUFF Thursday  Write the most adorable thing that you can for a red queen ship. Can have angst but make it cute too. I’d prefer if it was a ship that’s different from the one you used in Next Generation Wednesday. 750-900 words.
   ➫ Friday, the 30th: Task 3 = Creativity Saturday  INVENT a silver ability AND a house to go along with it. Advertise the ability in a concise and persuasive paragraph (4-6 sentences). Ex. ‘Are you tired of _______? Well then ________!’ That part should be a bit satirical of those really bad commercials XD. THEN, make a long head canon of interesting things to use the ability for, more details about the house, and INVENT a character with that ability in that house and tell me about him/her and tell me how he/she uses that ability.

TAGGING:

For those entering the VISUAL rq blog contest you must tag all entries with #visual rq blog contest

For those entering the WRITTEN rq blog contest you must tag all entries with #written rq blog contest

Each ENTRY has to be tagged as well, like so (I’m leaving extra spaces to separate each tag):

#visual task 1 rq   #visual task 2 rq   #visual task 3 rq   #visual task 4 rq   #visual task 5 rq

#written task 1 rq   #written task 2 rq   #written task 3 rq


If👏you👏have👏any👏questions👏feel👏free👏to👏message👏me👏or👏send👏an👏ask👏


L E T   T H E   G A M E S   B E G I N ! !

Good luck to all of you, I can’t wait to see what you create!

Originally posted by archer-snow

look under here for the URLs you can win! (I really love some of these!)

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Boys, Interrupted

Author; sixtieshairdo

Pairing; Minjoon

Ad Tags; Humor; Smut; Riding; Blowjobs; Dom/Sub;

Word Count; 1,126

Summary; “Can I come in?”

He remembers very, very clearly that Jungkook had said that he’d be back at 9, and the clock on the wall shows that it’s only 8:30, which is why he’s got a lapful of over-eager Park Jimin teasing his cock with that insatiable ass of his.

He knows he has to speak up or it’ll be even more suspicious, so he clears his throat to his best ability, Jimin’s annoyed face not making things any easier.

“Uh, give me 5, uhm, 10 minutes! I’m just clearing up some stuff!”

Jimin’s slap on his arm pales in comparison to the sharp sting of his usually gentle voice, whispering against his ear.

“10 minutes? Hyung, there’s no way I’m getting you off in 10 minutes, and you promised me a blow job!”

Study Partner: Part 5

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 965
Warnings: None?

A/N: A short chapter, I know.

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

After a few days in the infirmary, a thorough check from Dr. Helen Cho, and daily visits from your new friends, you were finally allowed to resume your regular life.

The only problem was that you didn’t feel safe at your old apartment, or even at the thought of living alone. Which meant that you had been loitering around the Stark tower, crashing on the lounge room couch. You were watching a movie, by yourself, on your make-shift bed. The only light was coming from the tv and you were shovelling popcorn into your mouth.

“What are you still doing here?” Tony’s voice made you jump.

“Jesus H Christ, Tony. You scared the shit out of me!” you clutch at your chest, “And, um. I promise to get a new place tomorrow,” you stammer.

“I meant, because it’s a Friday night. But no,”

“No what?” you asked him with a cocked eyebrow,

“You’re not going to find a new place,” you continued to give him a puzzled look, making him roll his eyes, “I’ve set up a suite for you,”

“You did?” he nodded, “Oh my god, thank you so much,” you get up from the couch and pull him into a tight hug,

“No problem, kid,” he laughs, “You practical live here as it is, may as well make it official,”

You smiled at him as you slumped back onto the couch, “Want to join me? I’m watching The Conjuring 2, it’s supposed to be scary,”

“Nah, I’m going over to Pepper’s,”

“Okay, have fun,” you turned your attention back to the movie as he waved goodbye.

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Here's the Deal.

Originally posted by gif-weenus

For some crazy stinkin’ reason 300(+) of you follow me, so we’re doing a challenge bitches!

Because my beloved Will & Grace is coming back in September, the prompts for said challenge will be from there. Ok, fine most are Karen. Sue me.

The show comes back September 28th, and my birthday just so happens to be the 18th, so let’s go ahead and have everything due the 22nd! I’ll make a masterlist, shower you with love and screeches, so on and so forth.

I guess what I’m saying is we’re doing a combo Ashley reached 300 (when 10 seems excessive and unrealistic)-Will & Grace comeback-31st birthday-celebration?

“Rules” (we’re playing pretty fast and loose here kids) and quotes below the cut.

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750 Followers Appreciation

Originally posted by mokuskanak

Alright guys!! It’s here!!

Thanks to all of you who’ve decided over the past few months to follow me! It means a lot, especially because everyone is so helpful and kind!

So in thanks I’ve decided to host another

✧・゚:* Red Queen (only) Blog Contest *:・゚✧

(Well technically I’m holding two, one VISUAL and one for WRITING)

RULES:

  • You must be following this recycling bin (some people say trash can but come on guys you gotta have more self esteem than that). And I will check whether you are following me or not.
  • You must reblog. Likes do not count. I will check, yet again.
  • You have to tag EACH entry with the appropriate Blog Contest classification and the appropriate task number (SEE ‘TAGGING’ BELOW)
  • *If you do not tag properly* and your tag doesn’t show up in the tagged page that entry will not be graded. (Just so ya know that means that the 2 required tags will have to be the FIRST ones you tag the post with, bc after 5 tags they don’t show up)
  • I am choosing winners *ONLY* based on THESE edits/fanfics/etc. NOT based on previous content or anything else on the blog.
  • Because of this^, I am going to let the last RQ blog contest winners @lilyharvord and @evangeliensamos and all of the runner-ups to compete.
  • There will be one WRITTEN winner and one VISUAL winner. There will be one runner up for each category as well.
  • Entries must be submitted on time, on the day they are meant to be posted.

**You can only enter ONE of the competitions. You MUST choose between EITHER the RQ VISUAL Blog Contest or the RQ WRITTEN Blog Contest**

PRIZES:

  • Winners will receive: a request for an edit/moodboard/aesthetic, a request for a fanfic/head canon, and either a URL graphic or URL change of choice (I put the urls to choose from under Keep Reading)
  • Runner-ups will receive: a request for a head canon and either a URL graphic or URL change of choice (I put the urls to choose from under Keep Reading)

VISUAL RQ BLOG CONTEST TASKS:

  • Task 1 = Ship Tuesday: Create a moodboard for a rq ship (common, uncommon, whatever)
  • Task 2 = Diversity Wednesday: Create an aesthetic for a single poc and/or lgbtq+ character
  • Task 3 = Historical Thursday: Create an edit for any historical figure that we know from the RQ verse.
  • Task 4 = Text Friday: Create an edit for an interesting/exciting/funny scene or quote from any of the rq books/novellas.
  • Task 5 = Creativity Saturday: INVENT a silver ability AND a house to go a long with it!! Create a 4 image/gif edit. Describe the ability in 3 sentences and the house (colors, etc) in another 2.

WRITTEN RQ BLOG CONTEST TASKS:

  • Task 1 = Next Generation Tuesday: Write a glance into the future for a child of any rq ship *in the red queen world, not an au* Number of words: 600-850. Ex. Marecal’s daughter, could include appearance descriptions, ability, personality, and please write a little story! :)
  • Task 2 = FLUFF Thursday: Write the most adorable thing that you can for a red queen ship. Can have angst but make it cute too. I’d prefer if it was a ship that’s different from the one you used in Next Generation Thursday. 750-900 words.
  • Task 3 = Creativity Saturday: INVENT a silver ability AND a house to go along with it. Advertise the ability in a concise and persuasive paragraph (4-6 sentences). Ex. ‘Are you tired of _______? Well then ________!’ THEN, make a long head canon of interesting things to use the ability for, more details about the house, and INVENT a character with that ability in that house and tell me about him/her and tell me how he/she uses that ability.

TAGGING:

For those entering the VISUAL rq blog contest you must tag all entries with #visual rq blog contest

For those entering the WRITTEN rq blog contest you must tag all entries with #written rq blog contest

Each ENTRY has to be tagged as well, like so (I’m leaving extra spaces to separate each tag):

#visual task 1 rq   #visual task 2 rq   #visual task 3 rq   #visual task 4 rq   #visual task 5 rq

#written task 1 rq   #written task 2 rq   #written task 3 rq

L E T   T H E   G A M E S   B E G I N ! !

Good luck to all of you, I can’t wait to see what you create!

Originally posted by archer-snow

look under here for the URLs you can win! (I really love some of these!)

Keep reading

Son of a Patriotic Biscuit (Part 5)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1689

Warnings: None (this is literally just fluff, guys)

A/N: It’s hard to believe that there’s only one more part! You guys have been awesome, and I am so very appreciative of the reception this story has had! It’s not to late to be added to the tag list for the final part if you want, just let me know. As always, feedback is appreciated. Gif is not mine.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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This time when I woke, the room was a bright white that burned into my eyeballs, even though my eyes were still closed. All the same, it was much more comforting than the last time I’d fallen from consciousness. Especially seeing as I hadn’t expected to wake up at all. Gradually, I became more aware of my surroundings, but this also brought with it the pain from my numerous injuries, though I was definitely on heavy pain medication.

With a small groan, I forced my eyes to open and noticed Steve sitting by the side of the bed, wearing a  blue t-shirt and sweats. His hands held my right one and his face was pressed against the bed as he slept. The noise I made must’ve woken him up, for his blue eyes opened groggily. When he realized I was looking back at him, he shot bolt upright, creases from the sheets crisscrossing the side of his face.

“What were you thinking?” Of all the possible greetings, that was one that I was not expecting.

“Well hello to you too,” I replied tiredly and a bit snappishly, my voice rough from disuse.

“I expressly told you to stay here!” Well, now I knew where I was. “I knew you weren’t ready for a mission, but did you listen to me? No. You didn’t. And as a result, you were tortured for three weeks,” That answered how long I’d been missing, “and now you’re laying in that bed, and have been for the past two days. None of us were sure when or even IF you were going to wake up.” Throughout his little scolding, I stared at him indifferently, definitely high on whatever medication they had me on,  raising an eyebrow at his excessive reaction

“You are a sad, strange little man,” was all I could think of, pain medication muddling my brain.

“That’s all YOU CAN SAY?” Apparently, I had said the wrong thing, as his loud, angry tone clearly conveyed. “You almost DIED, and all you can do is INSULT me? The person who saved your LIFE?” He probably said more, but I passed out again at that point, half amused that he hadn’t recognized Toy Story.

When I woke up, for good this time, the super soldier was still the one sitting beside me. He was asleep again, and I could tell from the window that it was the middle of the night. Since he wasn’t holding onto my hand this time, I took the opportunity to run my fingers through his hair - something I had dreamed of doing since my crush on him formed. It was just as soft as I had imagined, so I kept carding through it, smoothing the rumpled look that told me how tired he was.

Several minutes later, I was almost falling into asleep when Steve stirred. I gave him a small smile as my hand fell away from his hair. Sitting up more, he leaned forward and settled his face in his hands for a moment before looking back up at me.

“Hey. It’s good to see your eyes again.”

“There, see? That’s the greeting I was expecting when I first woke up.” I allowed my grin to spread wider across my face. An answering one slowly formed on Steve’s, and I was immensely grateful at being spared another lecture.

“Yeah… I guess I just… You really had me scared, doll.” He rubbed the back of his neck either nervously or sheepishly. Possibly a combination of both.

“I would’ve thought you’d be thinking more along the lines of ‘good riddance,’” I raised an eyebrow at him. “After all, you seem to believe that I’m particularly useless.” If I didn’t know better, I would have said that his shoulders slumped a little.

“You really think I would think that?” The question just slipped out of his mouth, sounding the tiniest bit sad.

“I mean, you’re always saying that I’m not ready…” I shrugged helplessly, not really knowing what else I could say. I mean, there had been the little moment right before I got myself caught, but I didn’t remember enough detail to recall if it changed anything. What little I could only served to strengthen the idea that he thought I needed looking out for and couldn’t handle it myself.

“You’re anything but useless, and I’m sorry I’ve ever made you feel like that… I just didn’t want you getting hurt. Now look how that turned out.” I tried to ignore my sinking heart - it sounded more like care for a sibling than anything else. I would just have to push my crush away like the impossible dream it was, but there was one question I had to ask first.

“You were going to say something then, before we split up in the warehouse… Mind me asking what it was?” I had to take a breath and steel myself for the answer, not entirely sure I would like it.

“You mean when you were tricking me into leaving you behind?” He sounded more amused than reproachful.

“That’s the one.”

“I was just… going to tell you that… that I… just that I’ve been… in love with you for a while now… and that I needed you to make it out of there.” His eyes were fixated on the floor, even as I melted at his answer, letting out a relieved sigh.

“Fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating, little old timing grandpa,” I paused before continuing under my breath, “with the body of a twenty-year-old.” That was apparently all I needed to draw his gaze up to mine, though there was a sadness there. I realized he thought that I was rejecting him. “Steve, I needed you to make it out of there. I knew what they do to people, and that you would be fascinating to them as a result of the whole super-soldier thing. I wasn’t about to let anyone else go through that, especially not the man I’m in love with. I figured that since I’d already survived and escaped once that I could manage it again. Or at least that it wouldn’t matter if I died.”
“Wait, did you…?” His face scrunched up adorably in confusion and I had to resist the urge to lift my hand to touch his cheek. Mostly because it would hurt. “Did you really say what I think you said?”

“Depends on you think I said.” I thought back through what I had said, freezing for a millisecond when I realized what he must’ve been referring to.

“That you love me.” There was hope in his eyes, and I could see it - the same hope that I was sure had filled my eyes when he had confessed.

“Yeah. And I meant it.”

“I was worried I had imagined it for a second there.” He stood, and I tensed, fearful that he was deciding to leave, but relaxed as he moved to stand closer to my head. “It means I can finally do this.” Steve bent down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead, my cheek, my nose, before finally touching his lips to mine softly. All too soon he was pulling away and I heard a small whine of disappointment escape me. Chuckling lightly, he took his seat again, picking up my hand and rubbing his thumb over the knuckles.

“You fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating, amped up, steroid pumped little man. You can’t just leave it like that. Get back up here.” My, oh my, I sounded like a needy five year old. To be fair, I had been pining for the super soldier for a while, not to mention the whole “almost dying” thing, so I felt completely justified in demanding a little more attention. This brought a real laugh from him, brightening the room a little more.

“There will be plenty of time. For now, it’s the middle of the night. You need to rest.”

“Fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating, little prehistoric relic that belo–” I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine again. Smiling into the kiss, I moved my mostly uninjured wing to hold him closer to me. Eventually, of course, we had to pull back for air, so I took the opportunity to finish my phrase. “That belongs in a museum.” Smugly, I grinned up at him, wincing only slightly as it pulled at the injured skin.

“And here I was thinking that you loved me,” Steve replied, dramatically moving a hand to his heart as though I had wounded him. “Yet here we are, and you continue to insult me while barely pausing to take a breath between barbs.”

“Hey, I can’t help it if you leave yourself open to them. I simply have to take advantage of the opportunities as they come.” We laughed together at that.

“I suppose that’s true… Fair enough. You really should rest, though, alright?” He could see that I was about to argue, and continued so I couldn’t interrupt. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, and you can insult me some more then. How does that sound?”

“Spangles, I’ve been asleep for long enough. Besides, I… I don’t want t-to.” Sheepishly, I acknowledged my fear of the nightmares I knew were coming without saying it out loud, hoping that Steve would read between the lines and know what I meant. Fortunately, he picked up on my meaning, his eyes softening in sympathy.

“No one is going to hurt you here. I’ll chase all the nightmares away, doll.” He gently lifted my hand in his, placing it on his chest, over his heart. We sat there like that for a long moment, his steady heartbeat soothing my fraying nerves. “Feel that? As long as it’s still beating, I promise you I will keep you safe.” I nodded hesitantly, sinking back into the bed as Steve took his seat beside me again. With my cold hand in between his warm ones, I found my eyelids growing heavy again, and soon I was fast asleep.

Part Six

Forever Tags: @riddikulus-obsessions

Son of a Patriotic Biscuit Tags: @addictivewriter @barnes-toddpartnersinheartbreak @wildestdreamsrps

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