smoke it if you got it

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Never drawn a srs comic in my liiiife. Guess I shouldn´t think too hard about this, everything about it. Who knew this was harder than shit posting.

Been feelin real bad bout my drawings for a bit, and I don´t think I really know how to pace something. Good to know, see you tomorrow class

File got corrupted twice and keept saving over the wrong versions *FFFF*

Private People

Anon Request: hi there!! could you write a seb x wife!reader who work together on marvel and do press together? thanks in advance!! 

Warnings: Fluff, language

A/N: Based the ideas in this off of another fanfic I’ve been writing for quite some time so I’m claiming rights to Emilia Reeves and Smoke. ALSO I looked up the meaning behind how the Winter Soldier got his name and it’s making the English major and the analytic in me spazz with joy.


(Y/N) stood nervously beside her husband as the pair prepared for a panel discussion at Wizard World. Sebastian could feel her hand tremble slightly in his as he rubbed the back of it with his other hand.

“Are you ready babe?” he asked.

“I’ll never be ready,” she replied with a soft chuckle.

“Don’t worry,” Sebastian said and then kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right there with you.” From in the distance, the surround sound speakers roared: please give it up for Sebastian Stan and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! The crowd cheered and the thundering of voices rattled her ear drums. Slowly, (Y/N) followed Sebastian to the two chairs sitting in the center of the stage and hoisted herself into it as Sebastian smiled at her, proud of (Y/N) for agreeing to come speak with him.

“Okay Sebastian,” the panel mediator began, “one thing that a lot of people really want to know is who is this lovely lady beside you today and how did she get mixed up in the Marvel Cinematic Universe?” Sebastian’s bright blue eyes shined toward his wife as the pair clutched to their secret.

“Do you want to take this one, (Y/N)?” Sebastian asked her.

“Sure,” she smiled. “Somehow one of the producers or writers at Marvel liked an idea I had sent in as a suggestion and asked me to come in and explain it. The concept of my character, Emilia Reeves, is that she was recruited by Coulson to become an agent of SHIELD after he realized all that she had gone through. A lot of what Emilia goes through is a reflection of Bucky’s trials. She’s taken in by HYDRA, experimented on, and forced into Terragenesis where she emerged as Smoke–the super badass name she goes by while working with the Avengers.”

“She’s a real breath of fresh air for Bucky to see that someone can still have a life after the torture and manipulation that HYDRA put them through,” Sebastian continued.

“(Y/N) you said you sent in a suggestion for the character, am I right?”

“Oh yeah, I Andy Dufresne-d the shit out of Marvel!” she called into the microphone. Immediately, Sebastian covered his and let out a loud laugh along with the roaring audience. “Oh fuck, can I not say,” immediately she covered her mouth as Sebastian’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Shit, no damn it! Gah!”

“Needless to say she and Chris contribute to the swear jar most,” Sebastian laughed into his microphone. Soon the audience died down and settled back into their seats. “But on a more real level, (Y/N) has done incredible work in creating this character and she really brings Smoke to life. It’s important to know just how hard (Y/N) worked to build Emilia and Smoke and the story behind the character as well. She’s been more dedicated to her character than any of us have been to ours.”

“What was the process like, filming with all of these seasoned veterans?” the question turned back onto (Y/N) as she folded her hands in her lap and tried not to swear again.

“It was great! Everyone was so supportive–even if someone was like ‘where the hell did this character come from?’ they were always willing to work with me to get the chemistry right and all,” she responded as she began to gain her confidence.

“Were some people more helpful than others?” she was again asked.

“Honestly, Sebastian is one of the most incredible people I’ve ever come across. He’s so sweet and, knowing I was relatively new to the acting scene, he was determined to break me out of my shell.”

“She gives me a lot of credit but she’s incredibly talented as a stand alone,” Sebastian quickly added as the panel continued. 

“So, Sebastian, can we expect any changes in Bucky that can be derived from Emilia?” Sebastian glanced over at his wife as she smiled and nodded toward him to answer the question.

“Um, yeah, Bucky really grows through his interaction with Emilia. She really understands what it feels like to be taken and turned into something she never wanted to become–for her an Inhuman, for Bucky an assassin–and that bond is really something that he uses to strengthen his own will to fight all HYDRA put in him,” Sebastian said with a smile spreading across his face. (Y/N) knew he wouldn’t be able to hold onto their secret for much longer so she hurried to extend on his answer.

“There’s a lot of healing for Bucky that happens through getting to know Emilia, but they also grow together. Bucky is having to determine who he is in the world apart from HYDRA apart from pre-world war two, and Emilia is still trying to get a handle on how she fits into the Avengers jigsaw puzzle.”

“Eventually, they both kind of figure out that the scars they have on their souls match and they fall into their positions in the Avengers jigsaw puzzle, as (Y/N) said,” Sebastian continued.

“You two have been reported as dating for about three months a few years ago when (Y/N) worked on another project with you, Sebastian. Everyone here can see that you have such a nice chemistry and stage appearance together,” the mediator commented as he moved the pair onto the next question, “so what I’m wondering is if that chemistry plays off well in the ‘rumored’ steamy scene between the two of you?” Immediately the two started laughing. “How did that come about? Was it in the script or what? Did it cause any tension between you two after having been broken up?”

“Well, if you’re asking me, it wasn’t scripted but I was really happy to do it,” Sebastian laughed as a smile flooded his face and his eyes danced toward (Y/N).

“I don’t know why people always assume we broke up,” (Y/N) started to laugh alongside Sebastian as he placed a hand on her knee.

“Do you want to tell them or should I?” Sebastian asked with a wink. (Y/N) shrugged and Sebastian continued speaking. “(Y/N) and I are both pretty private people and pretty introverted so it makes sense that there aren’t many up-to-date photos of the two of us together out of costume.”

“But we never broke up,” (Y/N) continued. “In fact, the kiss between Emilia and Bucky was not planned whatsoever. Seb was filming with Chris and Anthony and I was supposed to be wrapped for the day. When I got back to my trailer, there was a small letter folded on my couch.”

“I wrote her the quote from Thomas Paine’s The American Crisis, which is where the Winter Soldier got his name, that read ‘These are the times that try men’s souls: The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.’”

“And below that was this long, heartfelt message about the trials our relationship had been through and then, at the very bottom, Sebastian wrote that–”

“You were the most glorious triumph of my life,” he quoted as he stretched out his hand to hers.

“Under the letter was a ring and I took off toward set again and barged into the frame, still in costume, and just jumped into his arms and kissed him.”

“Apparently the cameras kept rolling and I guess they decided to use it somewhere in the film,” Sebastian chuckled as he clasped his wife’s hand in his. “But what you’re really watching isn’t Emilia and Bucky, rather (Y/N) and Sebastian.” After a long amount of cheering, ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs,’ the crowd settled down and the mediator managed to ask another question.

“So when’s the wedding?”

“Five months ago,” Sebastian chuckled as his wife mumbled into her microphone. His eyes were beaming with joy and pride as the usually timid woman in front of him started to laugh as the crowd of fans gasped in betrayal. She wouldn’t have traded a single moment of their private lives for a moment of glamor with the paparazzi. Sebastian was hers and (Y/N) was his and they didn’t see the need to include the rest of the world in their relationship until they wanted the rest of the world to know. In front of everyone, Sebastian leaned over and pressed his lips gently against (Y/N)s and whispered into her ear, “I’ll always be your winter soldier.”

You've still got time

My boyfriend
Lives in city slums,
A tower of flats,
Engulfing into flame.

My boyfriend lived
With his mother,
Whose blood was
Cheap liquor
And skin a hostile
Shade of sun kissed brown.
Whose words were sharp;
Venom topped arrows.
Never missing their mark.
Sentences of cruel dismissal
Between the breaks of heroine
And alcohol.

My boyfriend lived in
City slums,
His veins alight with night
His younger brother a
Caddy to the spitting boys
Of dark alleyways and
Smoke, offering a deep loyalty.
And encouraging words.
His mother never raised
Him right his brother too late.
My boyfriend cleans his brothers
Ripped lip.
Arms decorated in
his tattoos of loyalty a
Insidious mark of remembrance.
He says “lad you’ve still got time.”


They broke my boyfriend
On his first night,
He was thirteen and clutching
How to kill a mockingbird.
Glasses framed black perched
On his freckled nose.
Silken hair askew.
They tore the pages,
He heard every page’s scream.
And waited knees shaking.
Too afraid to run.
They said lad, books
Do no good for slum folk.
They don’t fuckin care if
You can recite sonnet 14
You don’t have the class
The aristocracy to be readin.
And so they broke him
Again and again so no one
Else would.
Drilled the
Hate fuelled ideology into his head.
The next day he slipped
Of mice and men under
His shirt.

My boyfriend
Met me on
A November afternoon.
I shivered walking
Through the winding
Streets afraid of the
Men lurking behind.
I had forgotten
My Versace jacket behind.
Screamed murder when
A heavy jacket of serpents
And flashing teeth was
Draped on my shoulders

He smiled lightly
Offered me his escort.
Dropped me off in his beat
Up Vauxhall to my glittering
Looming palace.
Lazy smiles and warm brown eyes
Saying goodbye my gratitude
Of a kiss enough.
His eyes took in my
Red bricked home.
And he did not
Wear judgement or
Hate just a kind smile.
My mother sneered at him,
Sipping cherry wine,
“Darling, your choice
In men is not the best
A girl with your stature could
Do better” she said
Her voice honeyed
And of malevolent intent.
She never missed her
Mark either.

The jacket had been
His only one.
I wore it the next day
Received the looks,
In my pristine uniform.
I ventured to return
He found me trapped
Between the men
With eyes like glaciers
And tongues serpentine.
He snarled
And snaked his hand around
My waist.
Staking claim, a wolf
In human skin.
They removed themselves
Smirks patronising
And gold teeth glinting.
He had gripped my
Wrists clutched my shaking
Shoulders.
“Don’t” he had snarled.
“Ever come through these
Streets again”.
His eyes amber slits
And a velveteen mouth
Finding mine,
Devouring me
All peppermint and rain.

He loved
Like a god.
His lips were a paradise
of another sort.
His touch Nirvana
And his eyes
My own foreign
Horizons.

His brother had sneered
And then grown to
Love fiercely.
Scowling
When I sat him down
With textbook upon
Textbook.
Made him recite
Both sonnets
And chemicals.
Enlightened him.
His eyes had drooped
At 2AM and his head
Had rested in my lap.

I wiped my boyfriends
Tears that night, as he
Sobbed.
Thank you he had
Whispered “ you’re
saving him.”
We made love under
Open stars,
Our sounds fighting
The winds.

We loved, we loved, we loved.
He was my ecstasy and
Morphine.
my culture had
Destroyed me he was my
Savior a
remedy to the incurable.
And I was his redemption.
He had called me starlight.
In a world enveloped with
Darkness.
I had said you’re
The sun
The light of my life
You are my eternity.
Before it has begun.

My boyfriend got shot
our third
November.
I had felt my soul leave
My body.

I
became darkness,
As the same blood
Soiled my clothes.
The same blood soaked
My hands.
He had loved and loved.
With a hand of crimson white
He dug out a amethyst and
Crystal band.
Slipped it on blood
Crusted finger.
Smiled flashing red teeth.
I had kissed him,
Shook my head.
This wasn’t a tragedy
This was a love
That conquered stars.
Repaired vile hearts.
His brother came
In a car with blaring lights.
Uniformed.
Had pried my fingers from
My Love’s hands.
Held me to his chest.
And said I see a star
And lord it shines brighter
Than the others.
He looked at his brother.
Who smiled up.
“You’ve still got time.”

anonymous asked:

I would drop any member of bts if I found out they smoked pot tbh. After this thing with top it really got me thinking about it. If they'd all do it then I'd drop bts so fast.

well alright, that’s your opinion you’re free to do ass you please

What am I mad about now? One of my coworkers bummed a cigarette (a Natural American Spirit, mind you! She's expensive!) and he got it and after 30 seconds of smoking it, he got into his Uber and smashed it onto the street. Like, hello.
Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws are very happy that their dormitory is in a tower. Most of the windows can be climbed out of and they pull themselves onto the roof. They don’t do it like the Gryffindors do, for bravery, but for solitude. There is an unspoken rule that if a Ravenclaw sees another Ravenclaw on the roof, they don’t talk. On the roof or afterwards. It’s a safe space. Sometimes it’s where Ravenclaws be the teenagers they are and smoke, while sometimes it’s a peaceful place to just read. If a Ravenclaw is sitting on the roof crying, any other Ravenclaw, friend or not, will go and sit on the roof with them until they calm down. And another unspoken rule is that if someone sat on the roof and cried more than twice in a week, they have to talk to someone about it, a friend, a professor, or Madam Pomfrey. This is what once led a third year Ravenclaw to march a first year Gryffindor, who had somehow made his way on the roof of Ravenclaw Tower, to Professor McGonagall. He thought he was in trouble, but became very confused when he was simply asked how he felt.

Justice League post credits scene:
  • *everyone sitting around a table eating shawarma*
  • Diana: So yeah, that's my story of how I got to this world.
  • Barry: So Steve died in the plane.
  • Diana: ...thanks for your subtlety Barry but yes, he did.
  • Barry: *looks around* hmm... I see... would you mind waiting here for a sec?
  • *theres a flash of lightning, a thunder and for a split second the room is filled with white static. When it queits down Barry is standing in the middle of the room, holding a very disoriented Steve Trevor dressed as the last time Diana saw him, still holding the smoking gun that shot the bullet at the mustard gas*
  • Barry: This your boy!?
witch memes

•salt
•uhh i’m a witch and i blended *insert herbs* and now my cat knows the f word
•i?? shoved a *insert crystal* up my ass why am i not blessed yet?
•casting circles in,, weird shapes
•smoke cleansing with sage and getting your house searched because it smells like weed
•spirits causing very very minor inconviniences
•forgetting to close the loopholes in a spell so that you technically got what you asked for but it was the Wrong Thing
•my familar is that rock over there he loves me
•s a l t
•tarot cards calling you the fuck out
•*thing that isn’t directly connected to witchcraft but is enjoyed by many witches* is witchcraft culture
•my name is dementia darkn'ess…
•hellenic polytheism to the MAX
•did i mention salt
•salt

Make fun of my kid? I'll get you back somehow.

So I am not sure if this belongs in @prorevenge, sense it wasn’t planned on my part. It kind of just fell in my lap. Feels more than petty, so here I am.

For a bit of background: My next door neighbor is/was a college student. She lives with our actual neighbor, her boyfriend. Typical crazy college kid. Weekend parties, drinking on her patio all hours of the night, and weird hours. You know the drill. I figured she was trying to experience college life, so why not? You do you lady!

Anyways one summer night last year she was sitting out on her back patio with her girlfriends doing their drunk thing. I am out wrapping up on some stuff with my toddler daughter. She at the time had a medical thing going on that caused her to walk a little weird. Nothing life altering and something that would heal with time. She did have a weeble waddle to her, especially when running. Sometimes she would fall right over. She was out running around with the dog and the ladies next door were waving and telling her how cute she was. All good.

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okay but how long do you think kev practiced that “you like the water? well i can introduce you to some fiya” line before actually saying it to chiron

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all for the game by nora sakavic

this isn’t about the ravens. this is about you. this is about everything it took you to get to this point, everything it cost you, and everyone who laughed when you dared to dream of something big and bright. you’re here tonight because you refused to give up and refused to give in. you’re here where they all said you’d never be, and no one can say you haven’t earned the right to play this game. all eyes are on you. it’s time to show them what you’re made of. there’s no room for doubt, no room for second guesses, no room for error. this is your night. this is your game. this is your moment. seize it with everything you’ve got. pull out all the stops and lay it all on the line. fight because you don’t know how to die quietly. win because you don’t know how to lose. this king’s ruled long enough — it’s time to tear his castle down.

Top Secret Gadgets

(Context: Our group is a part of a mystery solving group, and we have a guy who creates tech for us. Each person was allowed to choose one item, we didn’t know what it did but we got a description of its looks)

Wizard: I’ll take the tube with the hole in the top.
DM (As inventions guy): Ah! That’s a really good choice. Basically, you can put your mouth to that hole, and as long as you do it, it’ll create a cloud of smoke around you.
Wizard: …it’s a vape?
DM: Yeah, it’s a vape.