slowly making my way through the list

2017 Album-A-Day List (June 18th)

Here it is!! The list I have been talking about, these are the albums that I have listened to so far this year. I am slowly making my way through an annotated version so that you can know my feelings on each record. That will be on here shortly enough. But for now, here’s the list as of the 18th of June. Check them out!!

Alphabetical Order: As of 6/18


Actress - AZD

Anderson .Paak - Malibu

America - America

Angel Olsen - Half Way Home

Animal Collective - Marriweather Post Pavilion

The Avalanches - Since I Left You



Beach House - Depression Cherry

Blank Banshee - Mega

Big L - Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous

Big L - The Big Picture

Bob Dylan - Empire Burlesque

Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded


Capital STEEZ - AmeriKKKan Korruption

Carly Rae Jepsen - E•MO•TION

Chance the Rapper - 10 Day

Chance the Rapper - Acid Rap

Chance the Rapper - Coloring Book

Charles Mingus - Mingus Ah Um

Childish Gambino - Because the Internet

Childish Gambino - Awaken, My Love

Clarence Clarity - No Now

Crosby, Stills, & Nash - Crosby, Stills, & Nash

Crywank - Tomorrow is Nearly Yesterday and Everyday is Stupid


Danny Brown - The Hybrid

Danny Brown - XXX

Danny Brown - Old

Danny Brown - Atrocity Exhibition

Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism

Death Cab for Cutie - Narrow Stairs

Death Grips - Exmilitary

Death Grips - The Money Store

Death Grips - No Love Deep Web

Death Grips - Government Plates

Death Grips - Fashion Week

Death Grips - The Powers That B

Death Grips - Interview 2016 EP

Death Grips - Bottomless Pit

Denzel Curry - Nostalgic 64

Denzel Curry - Imperial


Earl Sweatshirt - Earl

Earl Sweatshirt - Doris

Earl Sweatshirt - I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside

Eric Clapton - Eric Clapton

Everything Everything - Get to Heaven


Father John Misty - Fear Fun

Father John Misty - I Love You, Honeybear

Father John Misty - Pure Comedy

Feist - Let It Die

Fleet Foxes - Sun Giant EP

Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes

Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues

Fleet Foxes - Crack-Up

Flying Lotus - 1984

Flying Lotus - Cosmogramma

Frank Ocean - Nostalgia, Ultra

Frank Ocean - channel Orange

Frank Ocean - Blonde

Freddie Gibbs - Shadow of a Doubt

Freddie Gibbs - You Only Live 2wice

Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Piñata


Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Life Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven

Grizzly Bear - Horn of Plenty

Grizzly Bear - Yellow House

Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest


Harry Styles - Harry Styles


Ice Cube - AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted

Ice Cube - Death Certificate

Isaiah Rashad - Cilvia Demo EP

Isaiah Rashad - The Sun’s Tirade


J Dilla - Donuts

J. Cole - 2014 Forest Hills Drive

J. Cole - 4 Your Eyes Only

Joey Bada$$ - 1999

Joey Bada$$ - B4.Da.$$

Joey Bada$$ - All-AmeriKKKan Badass

John Coltrane - A Love Supreme

Joni Mitchell - Ladies of the Canyon

Joni Mitchell - Blue

Joni Mitchell - Court and Spark


Ka - The Knight’s Gamble

Ka - Honor Killed the Samurai

Kamasi Washington - The Epic

Karriem Riggins - Alone Together

Kendrick Lamar - Section.80

Kendrick Lamar - Good Kid, m.A.A.d City

Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly

Kendrick Lamar - DAMN.

Killer Mike - R.A.P. Music


The Long Winters - Putting the Days to Bed

Lorde - Pure Heroine

Lorde - Melodrama


Madvillain - Madvillainy

Marvin Gaye - What’s Going On?

MF Doom - Mm.. Food

Mick Jenkins - The Water[s]

The Microphones - Don’t Wake Me Up

The Microphones - It Was Hot, We Stayed in the Water

The Microphones - The Glow Pt. 2

The Microphones - Mount Eerie

Miles Davis - Kind of Blue

Miles Davis - Bitches Brew

Mount Eerie - “No Flashlight” Songs of the Fulfilled Night

Mount Eerie - Lost Wisdom

Mount Eerie - Dawn

Mount Eerie - Wind’s Poem

Mount Eerie - Clear Moon

Mount Eerie - Ocean Roar

Mount Eerie - Sauna

Mount Eerie - A Crow Looked At Me

M83. - Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost Ghosts


NAO - So Good EP

NAO - For All We Know

Nick Murphy - Missing Link EP

Nas - Illmatic

The National - The National

The National - Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers

The National - Alligator

The National - Boxer

Neon Indian - Psychic Chasms

Neon Indian - VEGA INTL. Night School

Neutral Milk Hotel - On Avery Island

Neutral Milk Hotel - In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

Noname - Telefone

Notorious B.I.G. - Life After Death


Oddisee - The Iceberg


The Pablo Collective - The Death of Pablo

Perfume Genius - Put Your Back N 2 It

Perfume Genius - Too Bright

Perfume Genius - No Shape

Phoenix - Ti Amo

The Postal Service - Give Up


Quelle Chris - Being You is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often

Quasimoto - The Unseen


Radiohead - Pablo Honey

Radiohead - The Bends

Radiohead - Kid A

Radiohead - A Moon Shaped Pool

Ratt - Out of the Cellar

Red House Painters - Down Colorful Hill

Run the Jewels - RTJ3


Sampha - Process

(Sandy) Alex G - Rocket

Shabazz Palaces - Black Up

The Shouting Matches - Grownass Man

Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret

Spoon - Hot Thoughts

Squarepusher - Feed Me Weird Things

Squarepusher - Music is Rotted One Note

Squarepusher - Go Plastic

Substantial - The Past is Always Present in The Future

Syd - Fin


Thundercat - The Golden Age of Apocalypse

Thundercat - Drunk

Todd Terje - It’s Album Time

Tonedeff - Polymer

A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory

A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders

Tycho - Past Is Prologue

Tycho - Dive

Tycho - Awake

Tycho - Epoch

Tyler, The Creator - Bastard

Tyler, The Creator - Goblin

Tyler, The Creator - Wolf

Tyler, The Creator - Cherry Bomb



Vagabon - Infinite Worlds

Van Morrison - Astral Weeks

Vince Staples - Summertime ’06

Vince Staples - Hell Can Wait EP

Vince Staples - Prima Donna EP


Warren G - Regulate… G Funk Era

Wavves - You’re Welcome


X - Los Angeles

The xx - I See You


YG - Still Brazy

Young Pappy - 2 Cups Part 2 of Everything

Your Old Droog - Packs


Ripples - Part 1

Synoposis: What happens when you wake up married to Steve Rogers in a Las Vegas hotel suite? Especially when you have feelings for his best friend and his best friend has feelings for you? Only time can tell.

Reader X Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Language for now. SMUT down the road, but not the first chapter :) 

A/N: I was watching The Hangover and read a great story by @imhereforbvcky and was inspired. Going to make this a series because choosing between Bucky and Steve is literally one of my internal conflicts.

This first Part will capture everyone’s perspective and afterwards each part will be in a particular character’s voices.

Tag List: @sidneycrosbysdick, @denialanderror @sexylibrarian1

Tags are open for the moment!

The harsh, bright rays of the Nevada desert shone into the small hotel room, slowly making its way over two distinct bodies. One of them was solid and strong, the defined muscles relaxed as an arm draped across the second body, smaller and softer. The first groaned, shifting in its stiff movements  before waking up,  allowing the remnants of the Asgardian ale to take one final course through his body. How much he had drank the night before to allow the effects of the ale to linger in his system was unknown to him as he shifted, becoming very aware of the warm body next to him.

His eyes popped open as he took in the soft features of the woman beside him.


Steve Rogers became very aware of the cool sheets draping over his naked body, the same sheets that were draped over your own.

No, no, no.

The words ring in his head as he sits up in bed, allowing his eyes a second to adjust before he realizes he’s not waking up to his room in the tower. Instead of the navy blue walls greeting him, he is awarded with cream walls wallpapered with gold swirl designs.  He scans the room - bottle of champagne, a tux lying idly on the floor, a wedding dress on top of that…..

He stops. A wedding dress?

He looks down at his left hand and sure enough a simple gold band dones his left ring finger, glistening under the soft light..


He articulates the words booming behind his drunken stupor, startling you awake and you moan, shifting your head so that the sunlight can’t ruin your sleep, the throbbing in your head unmoving.

“Steve, please don’t make me monitor your trainings this morning. I feel like I drank a gallon of really cheap tequila.”

You give a heavy sigh before your eyes pop open.


You sit up quickly, instantly regretting the movement as Steve stares at you, his rich blue eyes flicking down at your chest before he quickly shifts and turns the other way, a blush adorning his chiseled cheeks.  You’re confused for only a second before you’re aware of the cold air hitting your chest and you look down to see the thin, cotton sheets slipping down your body, your nipples taunt from the movement.

Panic sets in and you lift the sheets higher, grabbing for the thick comforter laying at the bottom of the bed in embarrassment.

Why were you naked lying next to Steve. You look at him and notice he’s just as naked as you and you close your eyes, trying to remember the events from last night.  

“What…what happened?” you finally ask trying to calm your heartbeat, confused on how to digest what the clues were pointing at.

Steve sighs, his back toward you and you can’t help but admire the way his muscles contract with the breath. Then you shake your head of the thought, causing more pain in your head and you groan, bending down to rub your temples.

“….I…..I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

He looks over his shoulders at you, worry in his eyes.

“I don’t think we’re at the Tower though. Unless you choose this very posh decor for your room?”

His voice is hopeful and you will yourself to look up, trying to digest your surroundings. You look around the room, your trained eyes going through the same process Steve’s had and you feel the panic attack stampeding toward you like warriors going to battle. You knew where you were.

“….we’re in Vegas.”

He groans, placing his head in his hands.

“That explains a lot.”

“Does it?” you give a half mocked laugh, trying to find some humour - any humour in the situation. This couldn’t be happening to you. You were just a simple- highly trained assassin gone assistant to Tony Stark and The Avengers team. Not a young, reckless girl who went to Vegas to have random hook up sex.

Steve looks back at you, his perfectly chiseled jaw set as he mumbles,

“That’s not even the best part,” he lifts his left hand, revealing a gold band that glitters in the sunlight. “I think we might be married.”

That was all you needed. You think about all the things that make you happy. Ice cream. Laying on the beach on a hot summer day. Reading a good book during a rainstorm. It isn’t enough to contain your body from shaking as you lift your left hand, praying to god that he was wrong.  

The gold band compliments your delicate ring finger and glistens like Steve’s in the sunlight. Your breathing stops, the irregular huffs causing Steve to furrow his brow in concern and he turns into you now, no longer ashamed of your nakedness as he wraps his arms around you.  

Even in a crisis Steve could be relied on to support you.

“Steve…how…what..and…” you were going to throw up. You were going to throw up - that was it. Steve’s hold tightens around you and you feel the way his chest rises and falls against your own, trying to ignore the way his touch made you want to explore more of him. Though you weren’t going to say it, you both were thinking the same thing.

What the hell were you going to tell Bucky.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes stood in the living room of the Avengers tower, a cup of coffee that had long gone cold in his hands as he watched the sun rise. He gave a deep sigh as he heard the faint sound of heels clicking toward him, stopping once they hit the living room.

He knew that the young blonde was waiting on him to say something - offer breakfast, get her number, anything - but he had wanted her gone the moment he realized the dumb mistake he had made. He only mumbled,

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. - can you escort our guest off of the property. Call a cab for her.”

The supercomputer responded yes and he knew the woman was angry, the quick sound of her heels carrying her to the elevator. He gave a sigh of relief, sipping the cold dark coffee as he tried to collect his thoughts.

He had to figure out how to admit to what had happened without ruining his relationship with Y/N. He hadn’t realized how much he had cared about you until he saw you last night, the sapphire body con dress drawing him into the essence that could only be described as you. The night had started well. You had walked to him directly, checking on his comfort. You might have, and he was only trying to be positive, even flirted with him.

But then, Steve had left in a tiff and you had offered to check on him, knowing that the breakup between Sharon and himself was still raw. Bucky hadn’t thought anything of it until he was still waiting for you 2 hours later.  He was aroused and needed some relief - relief he had hope to find with you - but instead drunk Bucky who had sipped way to much of the demi-god’s ale had found an easy target with the blonde. He didn’t even really care for blondes but…..he just didn’t want to be lonely. By the time he had realized what he had done, she had passed out beside him and he was up all night, debating whether you were left wondering why he had left you.

He had hoped to catch you this morning to apologize. Everyone knew that you came in early every morning, refusing to move into the complex tower but knowing that things needed to be accomplished. You always went for an early morning run, so early that the sun would barely break through before making coffee making coffee and preparing the reports of the day for Tony. First one to arrive and last one to leave.

But you hadn’t this morning.

He was worried and distracted, trying to debate whether to go to your apartment to check on you when he hears the elevator ding. Hopeful, he turns expecting to see you coming in, sweaty off your run.

Instead, he was rewarded with Tony who was fuming.

The tall man barrelled through the open space, his hands balled up in two angry fists as his eyes locked onto Barnes.

“Where is he Barnes?”

Bucky raises a curious brow and Stark rolls his eyes,

“Listen, I don’t need you and your Lost Boys bestie covering each other. Not today. This is a serious offense. Flying off with the quin jet to god knows where is not the best publicity we need right now. Lets just hope no one that’s pissed off at us followed him.”

The blank stare Bucky returns to Stark lingers before Bucky shakes his head, returning his eyes out of the patio window.

“Who the hell are you talking about Stark?” he mumbles and Tony takes in Bucky’s confused face.

“Wait - you don’t know that your 1945 girlfriend absconded with my quin jet in the middle of the night not to be heard of? Turned off all the tracking systems and F.R.I.D.A.Y. so I can’t find him and beat him for ruining my morning with Pepper?”

The incredulousness in Tony’s voice is evident and Bucky shrugs, giving him a side glance before shaking his head. Tony gives a loud sigh, banging his fist on the kitchen island.

“Fuck! Do you know if Y/N is here yet? We need to get an angle on this stat.”

Bucky hated when Tony referred to you as though you were another robot in his lab, even though he knew that Tony thought more of you. He loved you like a younger daughter even if he took you for granted.

“She hasn’t come in yet.”

“FUCK!” Tony yells, storming to a cupboard to grab a cup for coffee. He finds one and pours, shaking his head in fury.

“You throw one fucking benefit dinner to prove to the public that The Avengers have changed and Steve has to go off and ruin it. Why am I not surprised.”

Tony leans against the counter, crossing his arms before he takes a sip of coffee before spitting it out.

“Jesus why does this taste like black acid!? Who the hell made this coffee?”

He looks up at Bucky, who hadn’t moved from his spot in the living room and rolls his eyes.

“Of course you made it. Taste likes its been boiling in a hydra base for over 60 years.” he gives an annoyed sigh,  dumping the contents of the pot into the sink before starting to make a new brew and Bucky chuckles, walking into the kitchen and shaking his head.

“Sorry you’re not man enough to handle a dark brew.”

Tony snorts when something rings, causing Bucky to jump up in alarm, his eyes searching the facility as Tony rolls his eyes.

“It’s just my news alarm can opener. Calm down.”

Bucky frowns. If there was nothing more obnoxious than Tony Stark, then it was all the machines that ringed and dinged and shrilled randomly throughout the day. He still didn’t understand the world that literally held the news in the palm of his hands, glass and metal separating him from a world of knowledge.

Tony’s glasses frost over, a news report flashing in front of his eyes and he groans, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to remove the report from his view and quickly pushing a button on his watch, hastily heading toward the balcony.

“So you got the report.”

Neither of them are surprised to see Natasha, already equipped in her Black Widow attire as she walks into the living room.

Bucky is the first to ask,

“What report? Is this about Steve?”

“Is this about Steve?” Tony mocks, his hands stopping on the patio door handle before looking at the large super soldier. Bucky’s eyes scrunch together in frustration as Tony continues,

“Listen, Tin box, hold down the fort while mommy and daddy reign in the kids. When Y/N gets here, tell her she’s going to have to help with covering this mess Captain has got us in.”

Bucky can’t help to narrow his eyes, his left arm flexing before Natasha places a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t let him get to you. Just let Y/N know it’s probably nothing. Better that few of us go and clean this up,” she turns to Tony,  “There’s a mini jet I can take. Sits one.”

“Already informed Roadie. He’ll meet us there as well.”

And then Tony’s stepping off the balcony, only to fly upwards seconds later in his Iron Man suit. Bucky had been so distracted by the action that he doesn’t catch Natasha’s absence until he hears Sam’s voice and he groans. This morning keeps getting better and better.

“Take it they’re going after Steve?”

“Why the hell does everyone know where Steve is!?”

Sam laughs, turning on the TV in the kitchen as he pours himself a fresh cup of coffee.

“We call this machine a television Bucky. It usually reports out current events and false drama to distract humans from their day to day lives.” His voices is laced with heavy sarcasm but Bucky is to distracted with the news feed to care.  A quinjet had been found in the Las Vegas airport and he chuckles, shaking his head. He didn’t take Steve as a mourn yourself in Vegas kind of guy but if it helped, it helped. It’s only seconds later that Sam is spitting out the coffee, cursing under his breath.

“Did you make this watery crap!?” he asks, taking the coffee pot and pouring it into the sink.

“Tony. He said my pot was too strong.” Bucky chuckles and Sam nods, before frowning and looking back at him.

“Where the hell is Y/N? She’s the one thats figured out the recipe for making good coffee that pleases all of us.”

Bucky shrugs.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

You watched as Steve roamed the room in his boxers, looking for the small paper before you hear him exclaim,


He bends over, his ass stretching underneath the sheer fabric and you look away, taking in the decor as he picks up the thin paper.

What the hell had gotten into you?

He walks back to the bed as you sit up, the large stiff cotton shirt he wore with his tux the night before falling loosely over your body. He tries to ignore the haphazard way you had buttoned it up, exposing enough of your cleavage to draw a response from him as you leaned over his broad shoulders. Or the way your hair smelled as it brushed against his exposed skin. The same thought echoed in his brain.

What the hell had gotten into him?

“What does it say?” you bite your lip reading the document before groaning.

“Shit!” he flinches hearing you curse and you mumble a quick apology before continuing, “This is official. We definitely got married last night. No random marriage hiccup here.”

You sigh as you lean over the nightstand, drinking the expensive coconut water you had found in the rooms fridge. It was a worthy ten dollars, soothing the small throbbing in your head. Steve had mentioned he had been drunk off of Asgardian ale and that you probably had a sip, causing the massive pain pounding throughout your body.

You could only agree.

Steve; however, was thriving, his drunken stupor burned out of him minutes after he woke up.

Stupid, super soldier serum.

“So…..what does that mean?” he asks uncertainly and you can’t help but give a small laugh, amused by the worry lines creasing his forehead. Not that they would stick.

Steve’s innocence was always something you found adorable.

“Means that I am officially Y/N Rogers. Congratulation - you have a wife!”

He can’t help but laugh, a genuine smile spreading across his face and for once this morning, a small light of happiness seeps through. You were worried about him. You knew how much Sharon meant to him. This wasn’t helping. Part of you was worried that the scowls that had cast itself across his features had to deal with the disappointment of being married to you.

Though that shouldn’t matter. You liked Bucky. Everyone knew that.

Except, of course, Bucky.

“Well, while this is one of the best honors I can add to my life experiences this isn’t right,” he turns to you, his calm blue eyes looking into your own.

“You deserve better than marrying some old guy in a sketchy Vegas chapel. At least you should be able to remember it.”

You nod your head, the smile still unable to leave your face.

“Well,” you crawl back to him, placing your chin on his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense underneath you. God this man was built.

“I’d rather have my random marriage experience with you than anyone else. Could you imagine if I accidentally married Thor. God of obliviousness. He’d be a string of questions from the moment we got up to find ourselves in this mess to the second I divorce his demi-god ass.”

“Language…” Steve says under his breath though he’s chuckling and then his eyes lock on yours again. There’s something different this time. Curiosity and something else. Something you can’t put your finger on.

You’re unaware that your faces were getting dangerously close to each other until you hear a loud bang at the door. It only takes Steve seconds  to respond, blocking your body from the intrusion, before the door bursts open in a small cloud of smoke. Natasha walks in, an amused smile on her face as she takes in Steve’s semi-naked state.

“Steve.” she calmly says, crossing her arms in amusement. You try to hide your body further behind his large frame before Tony is walking in, the mask of his suit lifting with Roadie not far behind him.

“Morning Captain. Don’t mean to burst in on you like this - I know that you probably wanted to check out the breakfast buffet downstairs -heard it crazy delicious,” he staring down Steve with angry eyes and you groan, Steve easily covering it up with a cough, “But I came to retrieve some property. You know, the quin jet you absconded with.”

Steve stands tall, giving a curt nod as Natasha takes in the room. The tux, the wedding dress, the empty champagne bottle, the second pair of legs hiding behind Steve’s.

“Steve….didn’t take you and Sharon for a random Vegas type.”  she says, cutting the silence.

This causes Tony to snap toward Natasha and then back to Steve. Steve’s jaws clenches and he gives a slow sigh before mumbling,

“…not with Sharon.”

“Really?” Both Natasha, Roadie and Tony ask simultaneously and you know you’re busted. You give one last sigh before stepping from behind him, lifting your arms up in surrounding and giving an uncertain smile

“Surprise?” you say weakly.

Santa’s Lap

You’re welcome @asirenscalling @thenightmarebeforebucky @thatawkwardtinyperson @lady-thor-foster @sammyissassy

Word Count: 1169 
Pairings: Bucky x Reader 
Warnings: Christmas, Dirty Santa, Sexy Husband, Smut, Smutty Smut Smut!

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Originally posted by daisydae

“C’mon, baby! Time to sit on Santa’s lap!” You exclaimed, pulling your four year old son along. The mall’s Santa looked extremely realistic this year and your son lit up like a Christmas tree. 

“Santa!” He babbled over and over again, making grabby hands toward the man’s face. Bucky chuckled deeply behind you. 

You grinned and nodded, “Gotta be nice, okay? You can’t pull Santa’s beard like you do your daddy’s.” 

Santa was quick to pull your son onto his lap before he could run away. When he looked up at you, his mouth seemed to drop slightly. He cleared his throat, and in a low tone he asked, “Would Mommy like to sit on my other leg?” 

Your brows furrowed.

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female character challenge: one character you will always defend
↳ Martha Jones, Doctor Who

I’m training to be a doctor. Not an alien doctor, a proper doctor. A doctor of medicine. Well that certainly is nonsense. Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a skivvy and hardly one of your colour. Oh, do you think? Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetal, pisiform. Distal row. Trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges. Proximal, middle, distal.

thecurlyharry  asked:

Hiiii! Could you recommend me some recent Harry fan fics??

oh wow unfortunately i haven’t had much time to read lately 😥 but i’ll tell you my faves!

@secret-rendezvous1d is always posting little blurbs and answering asks that melt my soul

i feel like @stylishmuser has posted a few things recently and all of palak’s writing is wonderful

 i know @cuddlemusclestyles has a fic with an original character and harry going right now called tell me that’s bound to be as amazing as she is and is the first thing on my reading list as soon as i have more time

@aboutalighthouse and @johnlennon-harrystyles have their styles twins series that is to die for and i’m pretty sure @johnlennon-harrystyles has a full fledged original character fic on wattpad 

@aqua-harry has harry lists and harry texts that ruin me (but not as much as Ruin You ruins me) 

@alrightpetal has three one shots that are incredibly filthy and wonderful and amazing 

all of  @stylesunchained ‘s one shots are fantastic, my personal favorite being leather 

i’m slowly making my way through @permanentcross ‘s snowbound series and it’s actually one of my favorite series i’ve ever read, and i don’t say that lightly because i avoid dad harold like the plague, yet she’s completely captivated me and made me fall in love with him

so that should get you started, and definitely check out my fic rec tag for more amazing writing! 

anonymous asked:

Number 46 from the prompt list please ✨ I love your Berena fic and so anything from the list would be amazing tbh

Hi anon! I’m so so sorry that it has taken me so bloody long to get this written! But I hope you enjoy this and I hope it was worth the wait. Berena fluff coming up :)

46. What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?


“What do you think?” You stood in front of me in a dress that signalled the beginning of the end. I looked up at the smile on your face, the excitement evident in your eyes.

“I think you look beautiful,” I say with a smile that I know doesn’t reach my eyes. Perhaps, had it been anyone else looking at me, it would have gone unnoticed. However, you know me too well.

“What is it?” You pick up the long skirts of your dress and make your way toward me. You sit beside me, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from your body, the smell of your shampoo.

“Nothing,” I say. “Will you wear those pale pink heels you found the other day?” I try to change the subject but as usual, you won’t allow it.

“Bernie,” you reach a hand to my chin and tilt my head until I’m looking at you. “I know something is wrong, please tell me.”

I can’t. I can’t tell you what’s wrong. To tell you what’s wrong means that I have to tell you how I feel and I can’t. I won’t. Things will change if you really knew how I felt, if you know the desire that simmered in my heart for you. “You’re getting married,” I say. “I’m going to lose my best friend.”

You smile at me and my chest hurts. “You’ll never lose me,” you say, kissing my cheek. I lean into you, savouring the contact. “You’ve been in my life far longer than Edward, nothing will change between us.”

I hated Edward Campbell with a passion. He wasn’t good enough for you and I fear that one day in the future, he will hurt you. “Things will change Serena,” I say with a sad smile. “We can’t deny that they won’t.”

“I won’t let them,” you smile brightly. “Not even when you marry Marcus. Not even when we have kids!” You laugh at that and I can’t help but smile too. We’d always say we’d never have kids, we’d always say we’d never get married either, we didn’t want a man ruling our lives. We were independent women, taking the medical industry by storm. But that changed when Edward and his best friend walked into our lives. You were taken in by Edward’s charm, his wit, his passion for life. Marcus and I, I suppose, were drawn to one another because of the amount time we spent together as we followed our best friend’s around. One drunken night fumbling around in the back seat of his car and suddenly we were dating. Talk of marriage and kids started when you and Edward announced your engagement two months ago.

I felt empty.

“Tell me you’re happy,” you squeezed my hand and I clenched my eyes shut. I couldn’t. “Bernie?” There was concern in your voice.

“I’m sorry Serena,” I jumped off the sofa and ran from the dress makers shop. I couldn’t sit there any longer pretending to be happy. It was torture and part of me wanted to hate you for expecting me to be so happy for you. You knew everything about me, could tell what I was thinking with one look and yet, for the last 15 years, you had been blind to my love for you. I felt tears in the corners of my eyes as I hurried back down the street toward the flat we shared.

I’ve been in love with you since we were 11 and I’ve never had the courage to tell you.

Marcus was in the flat when I arrived home and I quickly barked at him to leave. He scrambled away, promising to look in on me later that evening but I told him not to as I slammed the door in his face. I knew I wasn’t being fair to him. Marcus was one of the good guys, a kind soul who adored me. He saw a wonderful future for us, one that I didn’t share. A life I didn’t want, with kids I didn’t want.

You barge into the flat in a rage, your clothes had been hurriedly put back on, the buttons of your cardigan didn’t quite match up properly. “What is your problem, Bernie?” You demand as you stand crossed armed at the doorway to my bedroom.

“Go away,” I turned to look at you over my shoulder. I have been crying, despite my attempts to stop myself. I hated crying.

“No,” you say stubbornly.

“Just go away Serena!” I shout at you and you flinch. I’ve never raised my voice at you, we’ve actually never argued before but I have a feeling, that tonight will be the first. Perhaps even the last, depending on what we say.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what has you so upset,” you take a step toward me, your arms reaching for me but I slap them away. I can’t have your gentle arms pulling me into a warm embrace. I don’t even trust myself to be in the same room as you.

“I can’t talk to you,” I feel the tears on my face again. “Don’t worry about me, Serena. You and Edward will be happy, you will have the life he’s dreamed for you.”

“I won’t be happy if you’re not part of it,” you argue back. “I can’t do this without my best friend.”

“You’ll find new best friends,” I say bitterly. “Ones that Edward approves of.”

“Don’t be like this,” you’re eyes fill with tears and I have to curb the urge to race toward you and pull you into a hug. “You’ll always be my best friend… I love you…”

“Don’t!” I stop you and you watch me with wide eyes. “Don’t you dare say that… just… don’t…” I feel my tears fall across my cheeks. I have longed to hear you say those words but I know, that those words are spoken from friendship only. Sisters.

“Why?!” You demand. “Because you don’t think I mean it? Because you think it’s not right for one woman to love another?” You are angry in a way I’ve never seen directed at me before.

“Because you don’t know what those words mean!” I shouted back. You moved toward me and I backed away.

“I don’t know what they mean?” You scoffed. “I don’t… how dare you say that to me! You have no idea… no idea how much you really mean to me…”

It was my turn to scoff and I shook my head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You lunged at me before I realised what you were doing and I could nothing but stand still as your lips found mine. My hands were up in the air, I had been ready to push you away but when I feel your arms wrap around my wais, I let them fall around your shoulders as I opened my mouth to you. Our tears were mixed, our lips salty from them but I didn’t care. When you ended the kiss I buried my head against your neck and held you tight. I didn’t want to let go, I couldn’t. What if you regretted what you did, what if you walked away? I dared to hope that my wish had been granted, that you felt the same as me.

“Serena…” I whisper your name against your skin and your arms tighten around me. You sob into my shoulder and I held you. “Serena…”

“I love you, Bernie,” you say through your tears. “I’ve always loved you and I know… I know that you… that you love Marcus but I… I had to tell you before I lost my chance…because I can’t lose you. Please, Bernie.”

I close my eyes and smile against your neck. There is something in my chest threatening to burst out, a happiness so pure that I can barely contain it. I pull back enough to look at your face but you try to turn away. I cup your cheeks in my hands. “Serena…” you close your eyes despite the softness of my voice. “Serena, please look at me…” you take a sharp intake of breath and slowly open your eyes, I wait until you’re looking at me. “What if I told you…” I took my own steadying breath, stealing my nerves and my joy. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?”

You stare at me with blank eyes and I watch as confusion slowly filters into them, your brow creases. “But… what about Marcus?”

“Marcus?” I laughed. “What about Edward?” You look away. “The only reason I got with Marcus was because you went off with Edward… I didn’t think… I never thought you would feel what I feel for you.”

You laugh through your tears. “We’ve been rather stupid haven’t we?” You ask as a few more tears fall through your lashes. I join in that laughter and I lift my hands to wipe away the tears. I place a kiss on your nose and rest my forehead against yours.

“That doesn’t matter,” I say softly, my arms folding around you again. “All I care about is that I get to do this,” I brushed my lips against yours and you smile. “Whenever I want,” I did it again. “As much as I want,” I press a firm kiss to your lips and I feel you laugh against me.

“I love you, Bernie Wolfe,” you say as your hands wander underneath my shirt.

I smile. “I love you too, Serena McKinnie.”

Thanks for the ask anon, I hope you liked it! And I hope everyone else enjoyed reading it too :) I’m slowly making my way through my prompt list but it’s rather long so it’s taking a little while. But feel free to suggest more if anything pops into your Berena starved brains! xx

Comfort (Bucky x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,838

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

Warning(s): None (I think)

Summary:  On her way back to the Tower the reader is involved in a car crash that puts them in the hospital. The crash brings up some unhappy memories from the reader’s past, but luckily Bucky is there to comfort you and bring you your favorite flowers and candy. (If you don’t like candy/flowers just pretend you do for the sake of the story).

A/N: Prompt adapted from an idea by Tealsong from Wattpad. So, this is my first one-shot ever. Sorry if it’s shitty. I’ll work on that. I was up till two in the morning last night finishing it (oops). I kinda lost track of time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Also, requests are open!

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/F/C) = Your Favorite Candy

(Y/S/C) = Your Skin Color

“Miss (Y/N),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said over the speakers in your car.

Tony had hooked her up because you liked to have Siri read your texts out to you whenever you were driving so you didn’t have to take your hands off the wheel. When Tony learned about that he offered (insisted) to put F.R.I.D.A.Y into your phone so she could read them for you instead. For some unknown reason to you, Tony had a grudge against anything Apple related. When you asked him about it he merely shrugged it off and said it was a long story.

“Yes, F.R.I.D.A.Y?” You addressed the A.I.

“You have a text from ShareBear. Would you like me to read it for you?”

You grinned at you contact name for Sharon. “Yes please.”

“Miss Carter wrote: ‘Me along with the rest of the team excluding you and Barnes have been called away for a mission and won’t be back for a few days.’ She then followed it with a winky emoticon.” F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you.

You had told Sharon about your small (big) crush on Bucky and ever since then, she had been trying to get you two together.

“Please text her back: ‘You can take that winky emoji and shove it where the sun don’t shine.’”

“Yes, Miss (Y/N).”

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Author: @riversong-sam
@trashforwinchesters​ asked:
Ah sorry accidentally pressed button before ready! Maybe a Cas one shot and he catches a cold, so every time he sneezes he accidently flies somewhere without meaning to. So the reader is alone in the bunker and Cas pops in to say hi, sneezes and disappears, so the reader is suuuuper confused?
Word Count: 531
Parings: Cas x Reader
Warnings: Fluff 
A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated. Slowly making my way through my request lists. I apologize I’m so slow. not in a good place right now sorry…

Sam and Dean were out on a supply run leaving you alone in the bunker for a while. You spent the first half of the morning tidying up and now were relaxing in your room. You were in the middle of reading a book when Cas popped in.
“Hello (Y/N)”
“Hey Cas.” You smiled and marked your place in the book. If you weren’t so accustom to his popping in unannounced you may have gotten a good scare.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’d thought I’d pop in to say hello. Sam and Dean aren’t here I’d figured you could use the company.”
“Thanks Cas that’s very..” you don’t get a chance to finish as he sneezes and disappears.
“Cas?” you questioned. That was odd he just got here why would he disappear?
Sighing you went back to reading. Maybe he had something to take care of.
After the third time of a popping in and disappearing after a sneeze you trudge down to the dungeon. You were gonna stick this sneezing angel in some holy fire and see what’s wrong. Setting up the oil and a way for you to get the two of you out once you were done, you sat and waited for him to come back.
You didn’t have a long wait. As he appears you light the oil encasing you both in the holy fire.
“(Y/N)?” he looked around confused.
“I’m sorry Castiel this is for your own good. Now tell me why you keep disappearing?”
“I believe my vessel has a cold and I don’t handle it well. Every time I sneeze I transport to another place. This is unintentionally I apologize.”
“I know it is Cas. Now here drink this herbal tea it should help.”
“Thank you (Y/N).” he takes it.
“You’re welcome.” You smiled.
“How long will we stay down here?”
“I don’t know but I can’t holy fire you into my room where we could be more comfy and I could care for you.”
“Perhaps Deans angel cuffs?”
“Great idea Cas.” You smile and douse the fire.
“Come on Cas” you lead him to Deans bedroom and snag the cuffs. Cas was just about to sneeze again when you cuffed him. The cuffs worked because he didn’t go anywhere when he sneezes.
You grin and take him back to your room where you got him down to his boxers and tucked him in your bed.
“I’ll get you some soup. You stay here and rest.”
“Alright thank you (Y/N).”
“Of course Cas.” You smile and leave him to rest while you made him some chicken noodle soup.
After feeding Cas and making sure he was alright you climb into bed with him and fall asleep. This is how Sam and Dean find you. Cas spooning you, cuffs around his wrist and both of you asleep.  
“Look at em’ Sammy” Dean whispers smiling.
“I see but why is Cas cuffed?”
“Probably some kinky shit I can tease her with later.” Dean chuckles snapping a blackmail photo.
“Come on let’s let them sleep.” Sam pulls his brother from the room smiling as they went. Maybe after this you’d see you both liked each other.

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speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse w/ Lin

You were barely listening as Jon harshly whispered in your ear, it was a conversation you had sat through a million times, and it wasn’t one you were interested in hearing today.

These little get-togethers always ended in a different house - today’s was Renee’s - and it always resulted in you and Jon huddled in one corner as you both pretended not to stare Lin down from the other side of the room.

He is obviously in love with you. You both are ridiculous. It’s been? What? Two years now. If you don’t do over there and jump his bones I will-

“Okay, fine.” You snapped, startling Jon in his seat. He settled back as your flaming eyes forced him to recoil. “If I go over there and do something, will you leave me alone?”

Jon looked over to find Lin excusing himself from whatever conversation he had been a part of, asking Renee where he could find the bathroom.

“Well, now’s your chance.” He smirked, calling your bluff. You had tried to hype yourself up into making a move countless times, and there was no way today was going to be the day. “Wait, where-”

Jon’s grin dropped as you handed off your cup to him, trying not to draw attention to yourself as you followed Lin down the hallway Renee had pointed him towards.

“Hey-” You called, trying to catch him before you lost your nerve.

“Oh,” Lin smiled, stopping in his tracks, “Sorry, do you need to use the bathroom?”

Shit, you were absolutely losing your nerve, and he was looking at you so expectantly, swaying two and fro in Renee’s dim hallway, and if you didn’t make your move now you weren’t sure if you ever would.

The force of the kiss knocked Lin back a few steps. It was unexpected, to say the least, and the feeling of the wall on his back felt like the only solid thing he was touching. But there was you, and he surged into the kiss with an energy you had only seen onstage, with the entire crowd screaming his name.

Any distance was nonexistent as his entire body slotted against yours, tilting your head back with the grip he had on your hair. Your lips stayed connected up until the final moment, where there was barely enough oxygen to stay upright. He panted into the skin of your neck, eyes close and seeing spots.

You hair was still in his fist, and his was barley being held back by his hair tie.

Holy shit.” He whispered, pulling back to lean against the narrow wall. Your back pressed to the opposite wall, needing to put some distance between your bodies as you caught your breath. The narrow hallway of Renee’s New York home barely afforded any space and your shoes still touched.

He sounded wrecked. Like he had either just awoken from spell-like sleep or had been drowning, barely pulled from the water in time. You probably didn’t sound any different, and refrained yourself from speaking.

Is this a bad time to tell you I still have to pee?

From this prompt list!

things don’t always turn out that way

Sara sent him to run errands because she was worried he’d freak out – Jeff was sure of it. And, okay, yeah. Maybe he’d gone a little bit crazy on the ice. And maybe he’d screamed at a doctor earlier. But that was no reason to –

Well, okay. It was a great reason. And Jeff did feel better having checked on both Kit and Kevin. Sara’d asked him to get some shoes, too, because apparently Kent had visitors, one of which he’d thrown up on.

It irritated Jeff that Kent had visitors before he’d gotten to see him.

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Dancing in the Downpour (Phil Lester)


Hello this is my first Phil Lester fanfiction, I really hope that you enjoy it and I am slowly making my way through the list of fics that I am looking forward to writing. This was really fun to write and I am actually really proud of this one do thank you for requesting it! Requests are always appreciated however if they take longer for me to get to them quickly its because I am busy and a bit lazy so apologies however i try to write them to the best of my abilities as quickly as I can as well :)

Requested by: crybaby-cries-alot

I hope you dont mind that i changed it a little to your request however I am proud of the way that it turned out and I hope that you like it too!

Words: 1,800+



its a warm Sunday morning and Phil and I have just woken up after a long good night sleep. It is Spring and we are currently still lying in bed the both of us too weary to get out of bed and prepare for the day, however at the rate that this is going it doesnt look like a lot will be happening in the near future. I peer to my right and see my beautiful boyfriend lying next to me awake, dreary, but awake. I continue to stare lovingly over at Phil and take in his features that are lit up by the orange tinge that illuminates our surroundings. His dark locks had been pushed back on top of his head giving him a dark ruffled quiff. Though it was early his eyes still sparkled in the light (that was mainly coming from the glare on his phone), clouds of grey and blue enticing me even more everytime I see them. Moreover, it was hard for me to get a proper glimpse at his eyes when he had his dark frames carefully balanced on the bridge of his nose that were enabling him to read and absorb his twitter feed. He was wearing plain black top that he accidentally ordered in multiple sizes too big for him, and Phil being Phil he couldnt be bothered to send it back, I suppress a chuckle as I think back to the memory of Phil putting on that top for the first time. The clothing had hung low around his neck, the sleeves and the bottom of the top as well.

“Y/N you should really try and make your staring less obvious.” Phil says not taking his eyes off of his phone however he was grinning in pride that he had been able to catch you in the act.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” I say trying to act innocent and brush off what he said. I turn my attention back to my phone hoping he would drop the subject. It must have been no more than 13 seconds afterwards when i felt the bed shuffling and the duvet was being pulled and tugged around all over the place.

“What on earth are you doing Phil?”

Phil didnt reply to me he just showed me when his head was placed on my stomach. He took a few more tries to get the position that he was comfortable in just right. His long legs that were being covered in his cookie monster pyjama trousers were dangling over the end of the bed.

“I have been with you for so long and I have that it is best to just not ask questions” I say laughing and shaking my head and my silly boyfriend.

“I love you Y/N” Phil had a wide grin spread across his face and was looking up at me with tired eyes.

“I love you too Phil”

There is a pause for a while where we both focus all our attention on our devices present until Phil chirps up.

“So what do you want to do today?” Phil asks

“I dont know, how about we go into London and get some lunch?”

“Sound good to me”

**Some time later**

We had eaten lunch at a small cafe that we had found in a small back alley in Islington and we were walking hand in hand through the street, we were surrounded by busy shoppers and commuters. When suddenly Phil stops in his tracks.

“Y/N, do you know what day it is today?”

“Yes Phil it is Thursday the 13th of Apr-”

I cut myself off and looked at Phil and he looked at me grinning, how had we not remembered.

“Its our 1 year anniversary and we completely forgot about it” Phil says trying to conceal his laughter.

It was typical that the two most forgetful and clumsy people ever had forgotten that it was a special day that marked one year that they had been together. it was at that moment when the pair of us were unable to contain our laughter for any longer and we stood there, in the street, on our one year anniversary and I was happy and content.

Phil suggested that we go on a small walk around a park that isnt too far from the flat, much to my protests about the the gloomy weather that was looming up ahead, however Phil persisted and we were now in a green park that was rather busy with families with their smaller children. You have to watch your step because of you are careless or not looking properly then you are risking kicking a small child. these factors are intensified when you are a 6ft 3 male who is also a massive clutz, i am constantly re directing phil and having to go “watch out” before he knocks an excitable toddler flying.

it is around 4:30 in the afternoon and me and Phil are now sitting on the swings of the park that earlier on in the day would have been infested with giddy young children. However, now in the early evening it had been inhabited by two lovesick grown up who were competing on how high they could swing on the swings.

The families have fled, I believe this is due to the fact that there is a daunting dirty grey cloud that is sneaking closer to us quicker than we both anticipated.

“Phil as much as I would love to sit here on the swings all day with you I do think that we should make our way home as I don’t fancy getting caught up in that rain that is getting closer to us” I tell Phil, however he doesnt seem to want to move.

“Let’s stay”

He catches a glimpse of the unimpressed look on my face

“Not for long though” 

he corrects himself and I nod in response thinking about how when we return home we will be soaked through our clothing. Phil grins, takes my hand with his large one and drags me over to the rather tall metal slide that remind me of days out to the park as a child.

I called it. Five minutes after I suggested we make our way home it starts to rain, this is not the sort of rain that would create a light pitter-patter sound on the roof that could be counted as somewhat relaxing, however this was the kind of rain that frustrates you and disturbs your television experience forcing you to turn it up over the trashing sound that can be heard a mile away. 

“Phil I told you it would rain and now look at us” I exclaim standing in a children’s play area in the middle of London at about 5 O’clock on the afternoon.

Phil doesn’t say a word just walk over to me with water dripping down his chiseled face, he brings his hands up to place them on my cheek brushing away some of the damp loose hairs as he does so. The tension builds as I wait for him to remove the space that was between us that felt like miles. We have kissed many times before but this one felt as though it was going to be different, it felt like all the emotions in our relationship were all going to be communicated through this one illuminating kiss.

Then he does it. the gap has been filled by the collision of our soft lips moulding together to create one. If feels like the first time we kissed again, who knew that two intimate body parts colliding could create such a rush of emotions and memories fill your body making you feel whole and pure. I was taken back to that night, that night on the sofa where Phil was desperate to kiss me however he was to nervous to make the first move, but when he did it I thought that that kiss would be the best kiss I have ever had in my life. It has been, until today, until now. It is similar to our first kiss however this one contains so much more passion, emotion and lust. This kiss communicated how much our love for eachother has grown and adapted to each others needs over time. That for me was special.

We pull away. then just as I think that the tender moment between us was over, the one that left me wondering if Phil was experiencing the same lust and emotions as I was had ended I notice that Phil has extended his palm to me as  a gesture for me to take it.

What was he doing? 

Phil noticed how hesitantly I have reacted and spoke up.

“Trust me Y/N”

And I do, I trust Phil with all my heart and I cant see me living in a world without Phil, and for that to be a figment of my imagination there needs to be trust.

I grab his strong hands that I trust with every inch of my body then instantaneously I am twirled around on the spot, I was shocked at the action from both parties.  it was unlike Phil to pursue such a vulnerable gesture however it was unlike myself to participate in the action itself. Embarrassment curses through my veins.

“Phil what are you doing people will see us?” I scold him, the embarrassment and lack of self esteem fuels through my body at an alarming rate. Only a minute ago I was relaxing my body into Phils delicate kiss now I am tense and ashamed about dancing in the rain where other members of the general public will see me.

“Who cares Y/N, its our anniversary live a little” Phil encourages me by pulling my soaked body closer to his chest and plays with my hands gently.

“I’m not too sure Phil, people will stare at us”

“So what if they stare they can stare all they like and even if people do stare I don’t think you have much to worry about considering the only people that I can see are currently leaving the park.”

 I turn and see that Phil was right I see a what I can only assume is a father who is pushing a pram at great speed whilst attempting to usher a couple of toddlers in the right direction and out of the downpour.

“Fuck it” I curse and grabs Phil’s hand and we dance together in the pouring rain, all our worries and cares had been washed away by the rain water and we are hear frolicking in a childs play area in a freezing shower of rain. As Phil spins me around again straight into a puddle I think for the second time today that I am happy and content where I am right now with who I am right now.

cyclesofsaturn reblogged this from darthluminescent and added:

*adds books to list* Great! Thanks!

Yeah, I grew up with the “old” EU, so there’s a lot of the Disney!SW that’s taking some adjustment. Like, I read Bloodlines and was….. less than impressed. I get that they’re trying not to give a lot away, but… I’ve read fanfic better than this. And it reads like not-polished-fanfic.

(I also laughed my head off about the List of Star Wars Books in the front, going from 3 pages of tiny font to a half-dozen in 16-20pt font)

Kenobi is good, though I need to sit down and properly devour it. I’m only a couple chapters in, and you are very right. Pure pain in a good way.

I read Jedi Apprentice/Jedi Quest WAY back as a young Padawan, long before all the Jedi Quest books were written, and I liked them then. Should probably reread them as an adult. I’ve heard some people saying they’re written with a really awful power imbalance and Qui-Gon being an ass and expecting WAY too much of Obi-Wan (which I did not notice, but I was also younger than Obi, so…). Was there anything in particular that infuriated you about Watson’s stuff?

Did you ever read Yoda: Dark Rendezvous? It’s set shortly before Ep:III, and the interaction between Dooku and Yoda is just amazing. (also, fyi? Sith!Yoda would be terrifying)

evaceratops said: 

The second I saw “novel recs” I was like, “PICK ME!!!” I have read… so much Star Wars. SO MUCH. (Almost all canon stuff, but still.) A New Dawn (by John Jackson Miller, the same guy who wrote Kenobi) is REALLY GOOD; it’s a prequel to Rebels and it’s about how Hera and Kanan met, and it’s GOOD. Tarkin is also good, and… I’m forgetting something, I know I’m- OH! Heir to the Jedi! Which is Luke-centric, and has a lot of really great stuff about the Force.

(Continued from this post.)  Starting a new post because the other one would have been a bit of a dash killer!

I second @evaceratops‘ recs, who has read a lot of novels and is knowledgeable about these things!  I’ve not read any of them yet, but I’ve heard good about A New Dawn especially.  ♥

re: Bloodline – I feel much the same way, as well.  I liked it as a Leia story, I felt like it was truly her story, but the worldbuilding did not hold together well at all (the logic of “we can’t have a centralized government because we might get another Palpatine!” just makes no sense if you’re still going to have planetary level leaders or country level leaders or, hell, any kind of leaders at all, I say looking at you, General Organa, leading people in the Resistance) and none of the new characters really stuck with me and also apparently indentured servitude is fine and dandy in the New Republic??  Okay then.  But also that it was set only a handful of years before TFA, but they couldn’t give away any backstory, so Han and Luke and Ben are all just completely absent from a story where they should have been present, and so it felt very light plot-wise, when it should have been more solid, about the origins of the First Order. (I had the same remark–”I’ve read more satisfying Leia fic than this.”  And that’s because fic is allowed to do things, this novel wasn’t really.)

re: Jedi Apprentice/Jedi Quest – I read the first few when they started coming out, when I was a wee thing and I enjoyed them a lot!  But as an adult… none of the Jedi worldbuilding makes any goddamned sense (aging out by 13 makes NO SENSE and I’m glad TCW explicitly contradicts that) and everyone is written as a jerk and Anakin is written as inherently evil and Dooku was written as inherently evil as well.  Watson writes some interesting stuff about Obi-Wan (”The Last One Standing” really hit me in the feelings place, exactly as it was supposed to) but just about everyone else is god-awful and I’m glad they’ve been tossed out, especially as I don’t think they were compatible with actual canon after TCW.  That said, they definitely had their appeal when they first came out, I ate them up and never really thought much about it, they’re good for a person if you’re an Obi-Wan fan, I think.  And I do love the characters, I would love to see Bant and Siri and Tahl especially rescued from those books!

(So, basically, I’m cranky because everyone is such an ass in those books, as you’ve read criticism about, combined with worldbuilding that I greatly dislike and think was really pretty shoddily done.  But I don’t want to take away from anyone who enjoys them!  It’s been a long time since I read them all the way through properly, so I may be missing some good stuff in them!)

re: other books – I haven’t read Dark Rendezvous yet, but it’s on my list!  I haven’t read a lot of the PT-era novels, but I’m slowly making my way through the current canon books first, then picking up the PT novels.  (Which is relatively slow going, because I also read fic at the same time!)

As mentioned, the Ahsoka novel is probably my favorite of the new canon so far, it does a solid job of bridging the gap between ROTS and Ahsoka joining the Rebellion, it can’t really do anything majorly surprising, but it’s a lovely look at her character and the sense of loss she feels and her struggling to find her purpose again, as well as I’m easy to please because there’s f/f subtext (possibly actual text??) that’s pretty great.  The mentions of Obi-Wan and Anakin are spot on as well.

I’ve read Catalyst, which was hilarious for the Tarkin vs Krennic catfights, but also interesting to give depth and connection to the Rogue One part of the galaxy, where it drew on a lot of previously established SW stuff, instead of just making up all new stuff.  I also thought it did a really good job of giving a bit more weight to Galen and Lyra’s characters, as well as Krennic was hilarious in every scene.  The building of the Death Star stuff was also genuinely interesting!  I liked the plot a lot and it was a great book for bridging things together.

I’ve also read the Rogue One novelization by Alexander Freed and I highly recommend it.  It’s what novelizations should be–it takes the canon and gives it so much more depth, I really found that Jyn Erso as a character made a ton more sense to me after reading it, where she’s so jaded and damaged and not emotionally stable.  All the characters get some really good bonus stuff, but Jyn especially benefits from it.

I’m almost finished with the Thrawn novel that just came out about a week ago and I think I would definitely recommend it if you’re at all interested in the character.  Zahn writes really well, it’s super engaging, and it feels connected to the rest of the Star Wars universe in that way I like and I find Thrawn charismatic under his pen.  I don’t know that it would appeal if you hate the character or are bored by him, but if you have a vague interest, it’s a really good re-canonizing of the character, I find that I really want more of this author writing this character.

(As always, anyone should feel free to jump in with novel recs/thoughts!  ♥)

update for my commissioners

I’m 3 weeks into my second semester at uni and this is when progress on commissions slows down. If you need your commission done urgently by a deadline, please message me, otherwise I will slowly make my way through the list with my best efforts. Please understand that not only do I have a long list of commissions (I’ve completed quite a lot during my break but it’s still over 10 and this is the most I’ve ever taken in), but I’m also a full time student and I already have some assignments that I really want to do well in. 

I do not mind if you message me asking my about the process of your commission, but please don’t do it to the point where you’re hassling me. I have and will not forget about working on it, again there’s a long list and if you’re further down it’s most likely that I haven’t started yet. 

Thank you for your patience, I will do my best for you. 

anonymous asked:

How do you think Lucas will be involved?? I'm super excited that something is happening with him

*Spoiler* if you don’t read the synopsis for the upcoming episodes. In 7x15 Hanna is looking in to Lucas more to prove he is innocent and finds evidence against him. Then in 7x16 she finds more against him and is struggling with the idea Lucas is connected to AD. So she is finding out more and more information against Lucas being this “nice guy” and starting to think of him as the no so nice guy some people saw coming.

I think what is important is Hanna isn’t just confirming or saying to the girls that Lucas is AD. If she went up to them and told them in 7x14 about Lucas, I would take him off my list right away. These girl cant guess who AD is to save their lives, so them not saying anything about him being AD make me still have hope. Plus the show wouldn’t just give us that answer, but maybe are slowly leading us there.

I think they will go one of two ways with Lucas, either he is AD and doing this to avenge Charlotte, plus everything he went through from the girls. OR he killed Charlotte and didn’t like her. I don’t see him being just a helper, he has too much against him.

Sweet Scent pt.3

Word count: 3218

Author’s note: Wow! I seriously wasn’t expecting so many reads in such a short while! I’m so glad you like this story! <3

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After our first day at the beach house – which all of us had spent with packing out and taking the house as our own – I crouched down next to my still open suitcase to put the rest of my clothes away into drawers or into the wardrobe that I shared with Derek. The thought alone was enough to make my heart switch to an erratic rhythm, but I willed it to calm down by taking long, deep breaths. It was Derek’s turn in the bathroom now, since he’d agreed to be the last. I’d been there just before him, hence I still had only a towel on while the rest of my body was dripping wet, leaving droplets of water all over the place.

I wanted to be ready by the time Derek returned, but I couldn’t find my pyjamas, no matter how hard I’d looked for them, so I ended up putting on panties and ditching the cold, wet towel for a plaid spread out on the bed to wrap myself into.

When Derek arrived, he halted at the doorway, just staring at me. Even his hand,  which was wiping away the surplus water from his ebony black hair, stopped moving. I ignored the blush I was certain was already on my face and started to explain it to him before he misunderstood.

“I-it’s not what you think,” was what I decided to open with. I winced at the way his face scrunched up at that. I couldn’t decide if it was because of the idea itself in general or the idea of doing it with me. I tried not to over think it and instead focus on what I had to say. “I can’t seem to find my pyjamas. At all. I looked for it everywhere, I even checked twice and once more to make sure I didn’t just slip over it or something.” I knew I was rambling, but I couldn’t help it, especially because I was as nervous as possible.

Derek handled the whole situation stoically; he just nodded curtly, then headed for the drawer and pulled out a tee of his own for me. He slowly approached me, then handed it to me. “Here,” he said, then pointedly turned around and made his way over to the bed where one of my books had already been waiting. He picked it up and absentmindedly surveyed its cover before opening it and skimming through the contents list. When he could feel the mattress dipping near him, he crawled to the right side, which was closer to the door, and made himself comfortable at the headboard, his back resting against it and his eyes still trained on the pages.

“You interested in psychology?” I asked, a smile playing at the corner of my lips. He nodded, then handed the book back to me, still not looking at my face but at the blanket near my thighs.

“I am, for a fact,” he said eventually, simultaneously sliding his eyes up on my kneeling shape until they found my face and our gazes connected. His tee was too big for me; its sleeves reached my elbows and the hem of it was covering a bit more than a quarter of my thighs. I pushed myself off the bed to switch off the lights, then tried to find my way back to the king size bed in the darkness with my arms extended in front of me to protect me should I happen to fall. It didn’t make me wait for too long; I indeed faltered in the strap of a backpack, however, I never arrived to the ground, because I was close enough to the bed by then. “You okay?”

I looked up where I vaguely supposed Derek’s face must have been and nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered, my entire nervous system zeroing in solely on the spot where his and my skin were touching. He was squeezing my wrist and upper arm tightly, bordering on too tight, but not enough to hurt me.

“Come on,” he said, also in a quieter tone, which gave his voice a tender sweetness. His hand moved from my upper arm to my waist, and from my wrist to my hand, holding it gently to guide me to my side of the huge bed. My knees hit Derek’s legs a few times, but eventually I managed to climb over him and settle down. He let go of me, then both of us made ourselves comfortable under the sheets, trying to will ourselves to sleep.

. o O o .

Last night, I may have been successful at hiding my nervousness and the… hunger of the wolf, but in reality I had been anything but calm. After touching her and experiencing what it feels like to have a direct contact with her skin again, I could barely contain myself – even merely until she fell asleep. My mind had been attacking me with facts, like how much her heart had been pounding when I’d put my hand on her waist, the feeling I’d got when she straddled my stretched out legs for a second, and especially that she was still a virgin. The last one had especially not been unhelpful, and that had been the moment I just couldn’t do it for any longer, and bolted right out of the bed to take an abrupt run and explore the area.

When I’d got back, I’d found (Y/N), still fast asleep on the bed, but the blanket had halfway slipped down from her figure and the tee had been riding up, revealing a huge expanse of her skin of her back to me. I couldn’t help but adore her womanly shape with the wide hips and the narrow-looking shoulders – her sleeping position had emphasized her physique more, making my wolf crazy like it had rabies, and scratch restlessly on the imaginary wall in my mind. I’d tried to calm it down, but I hadn’t managed until I ventured to the bathroom and took an ice cold shower.

Yeah, I knew I was screwed.

In the early morning, I could hear faint noises, but I opted not to act on them. I couldn’t smell an intruder, still just the two of us – and then, I opened my mouth to breathe through that instead of my nose to prevent doing something I would most likely regret later. I listened to (Y/N)’s heartbeat as it travelled through the room, accompanied by her bare feet stepping all over the parquet. She opened the glass door of the balcony, and my skin adored the chilly morning air as it licked over it. The curtain in front of the door also moved, but its sounds were unimportant to me. I tuned out the noises – the birds, the soft waves of wind, all of the heartbeats in the house, because they were black and white to me – to be able to pay full attention to the sounds that belonged to (Y/N), since those sounds were what I considered rainbow-coloured. I tuned my ears to her heart’s rhythm, to her breathing pace, as though nothing existed besides those.

A little later I felt her hands close to my nude back. I had initially worn a shirt for bed, but I’d decided against it, because I was hot enough without that too, so I ended up wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts and boxers. The heat from her skin bled into mine, only adding to my already too high body warmth. She fixed the blanket on me, then made a beeline for the door – it was all over in a handful of seconds, but her close proximity still felt like ages to me. I opened one eye to see her back as she left the room, softly clicking the door closed. I listened to her steps, coming from gradually farther and farther, before pushing myself off the bed into a sitting position.

I reached for my phone under my pillow to check the time – it was 4:43 AM, and I had no idea what (Y/N) was doing up so early. I debated with myself whether I should join her or stay here, but I knew it had partially been decided already. After all, what could I do here for two more hours alone?

I resisted burying my face into my still warm tee, which she’d taken off a short while back, to inhale our scent (for too long, that is), and walked down the stairs, still typing away on my phone to get an idea about today’s weather, simultaneously following (Y/N)’s scent that led me to the kitchen.

“Did I wake you?” she asked, keeping her volume low as though the others were sleeping next to us. I shook my head.

“No,” I answered. I knew it was a lie, but I would have woken up to anyone’s presence in the room, so I considered it invalid. I took a seat at the island. I liked the idea of the tall bar chairs, and as such, I wanted to take advantage of them while we were here. She gave me a small smile before turning around to face the counter again.

“I was thinking about making a fruit salad for breakfast,” she said. “But there aren’t many fruit here, just some apples that Stiles brought and bananas, so I’ll go to the nearby shop to get more.”

“How do you know about the shop?” I asked. She shrugged as she was washing the mentioned apples.

“I checked it on my phone.”

After short moments of consideration, I blurted, “Mind if I join you?”

She turned around with a wide grin on her face and said, “Not at all.” She finished her work, then faced me again. “Want something, like a cup of coffee? Or anything else?”

Yes, you!, roared my wolf, but I hushed it and, again, shook my head no. She acknowledged it with a nod, then set the cloth on the counter and gestured to me to follow her, which I did happily. It was like she was the puppeteer and I was her puppet – it straight up scared me how easily and willingly I obliged to any of her requests.

She was fully clothed by then, wearing her sports bra, a tank top and a pair of shorts, but both of us had to go back to our room; me to change and her to grab a bag and her purse. I left my shorts on me and just put on a grey wife beater, then looked at myself in the mirror on the doors of the wardrobe, which faced the bed. My hair was standing in haphazard directions, but I was too lazy to do anything about it. In the end, I didn’t regret this decision, because (Y/N) approached me and asked me about it. I told her I didn’t mind, but she tsked and reached up to make my short strands look more decent. I had to hold myself back from putting my hands on her hips, pulling her flush to my body and reeling her in for a kiss. At the same time, I did adore her neck and her face without make-up. I preferred to see people naturally, and not behind a mask, even though she didn’t wear much and was beautiful both ways.

We left the house a few minutes after five. She guided us to the shop that was open 24/7. The cashier looked halfway to falling asleep, and since I’d worked at a place like this in my teens, I knew that the shift would end at six. I helped (Y/N) to collect everything she needed, then we carried the stuff to the counter in order to pay – I’d put my own wallet into the pocket of my pants, so I paid before she could have made a move to get her purse out. I helped her pack everything up and shouldered the backpack without a word. She protested a bit, but I hushed her and told her it was okay. The bag rested on one of my shoulders, hence one of my hands was free; I would lie if I said I didn’t hope she would take it in hers and we would go back holding hands, but I suppressed my desires.

Back in the kitchen, (Y/N) started slicing the freshly bought fruits while I sat on my previous spot on the bar chair, not moving my gaze off her figure. She’d told me to just sit back and wait for the breakfast, and trust her to do everything else. The only reason I agreed was because I knew then I would have the opportunity to ogle her body without any disturbance whatsoever.

We were there in accompanying silence, and for the first time in my life, it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. When she finished, she put the huge bowl in the fridge to keep it cold and let the tastes of the components to mix together. For the time being, we either talked or just sat there in silence, occasionally catching each other looking at the other, it ending up in lanes of chuckles and, on her part, blushing.

A while later she took the salad out of the fridge and served us both some. We ate our shares in silence, but I couldn’t resist telling her how tasty it was. The rest of the pack started filing in not soon after, joining us on the island. I saw Erica winking at me with a smirk, and trying to egg me on with a motion of her hand, non-verbally urging me to make further moves to hit on (Y/N), but I refused. I frowned at her in a warning, to which she just shrugged and went to get some salad too.

I could already hear Stiles mocking me, telling me things like “See, I told you it would be a good idea to take her with us, because she’s a genius and could take care of the house while we’re away.” He’d fought with such points at the pack meeting to try and convince everyone that dragging his human, ignorant-to-the-supernatural sister with us was a great idea.

Stiles sat on my left side, accidentally slipping on the chair and thus, pushing me up against (Y/N) for a few moments – I simply glared at him, hoping my murderous look would convey how much I wasn’t impressed by his acting skills. He just grinned at me in return, and took a bite off the piece of strawberry on (Y/N)’s fork. His sister just giggled and let him do it.

“So, what are today’s plans?” asked Isaac, hopping up on the counter on the opposite side of the island with his share in his hand. Again, I had to control the roaring wolf, viciously scratching at the door of my mind, desperately trying to get out and mark (Y/N) up. The animal telling me how well she could provide my pack was absolutely not helping me to calm down and concentrate on the task at hand. I was hauled out of my daydreaming when I noticed all of the other werewolves – Scott, Erica and Isaac – giving me the knowing looks. I cleared my throat.

“There will be a storm this afternoon,” I informed them. Scott rolled his eyes and went back to eating his breakfast. Stiles approached the fridge and poured some milk for himself, but (Y/N) asked for some too, so he also gave her a glass of it. I internally smiled at her demeanour that my wolf apparently found endearing and adorable, but then I snapped out of my thoughts again when Erica pointedly asked who wanted to leave the house.

“Does everyone want to leave?” I asked, looking around. I expected at least Stiles to say no, but he wanted to come with us, obviously. Suddenly a wave of uneasiness hit me from (Y/N)’s side and my nostrils flared. I looked at her. “You rather wanna stay?” She smiled at me a bit sheepishly, then nodded.

“It’s okay if I’m alone, though,” she said, and I couldn’t detect the tiniest hint of lie.

“Okay then,” I said, standing up before Stiles would have had another chance to try and push me closer to his sister again. The Betas and Allison left the kitchen, and I followed Stiles upstairs. When I was sure we were out of (Y/N)’s hearing range, I grabbed him by the neck and shoved him against the nearest wall. “You stole her pyjamas, didn’t you.” It would have been a mistake to call that accusation a question.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, not showing the least amount of apology at all. It infuriated me.

“She had to sleep in one of my T-shirts,” I told him only to make him grin again.

“Well, you wanted her to wear your stuff, didn’t you?” he asked, but it rather felt like a confident declaration too, just like mine. I didn’t answer, just let go of him so he could go and change. I retreated to (Y/N) and my room too.

A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. I knew it was (Y/N), so I instantly gave permission to her to enter, without a thought.

“You really okay with staying here all by yourself?” I asked just to make sure. She nodded wordlessly, and approached the shelf where she’d set her books to pick one out to read for today. I felt a pang of guilt for leaving her alone here, with my wolf snarling at me not to leave her here without any kind of protection, but I knew I had to go. Scott might have been an Alpha too, but my Betas belonged to me, and they needed me to be in control. For some reason, I insanely wanted (Y/N) to be there with us too, but not as a mere Beta of mine, no. More like as my partner, the female Alpha of the pack to help me regulate those teenagers on the battlefield. “We should be back soon,” I promised, but all I got was a smile and a silent “I know”.

Then, she left the room – our room – and made her way back downstairs to wait for the others and say them goodbye before leaving. She hugged Scott and Stiles, and waved for the others. I could see her hesitating when it was my turn, but me – rather my wolf – made a decision instead of the both of us; I opened my arms up to her in an offer to hug, which she took entirely too enthusiastically and fast. It made my wolf whine contently, and I couldn’t not bury my nose in her hair to take a deep inhale. When I opened my eyes again, I could see my Betas giving me the looks again, but I ignored them and, after sparing a moment to slide my palm down (Y/N)’s back, I let go of her and ushered everyone out the door. I turned back once more to give (Y/N) a smile, which she returned, and I left with a feeling that this whole scenario felt as though she was already my partner and I was taking our children to kindergarten.

Just finished rewatching Age of Ultron with one of the fam (we’re slowly making our way through all the MCU movies, though I’m not sure how it started. We just both sat down in the living room one day, and started watching one), and I’m still… *hand wriggle* weird about this movie.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s fun to watch. Ultron is still definitely in my Top 10 list of screwable robots (I won’t name all of them here, but just know I’d definitely ménage à tois with Data and Lore from Star Trek, and I wouldn’t mind making out with the hundreds of Texbots from Red vs Blue, but MOVING ON), the action is interesting, the banter can be funny, but I’m still just *weird* about it. I can’t place my finger on why exactly.

It doesn’t have the epic feel that the first Avengers did. If anything, it only feels like one really big buildup, which, yeah, it basically is. All its really doing is setting the stage for Infinity War – it even basically admits it with that ending Thanos scene, and a movie that is nothing but buildup leaves you feeling bereft once you’re done. It’s like there’s no payoff, no AHHHHHHHH~ YES moment.

Anyways. Watched it. Finished it. Would marry James Spader’s voice if given the opportunity. Got me all hyped up for Infinity War again. I’m gonna go get icecream now.