something with eyes

anyone wanna talk abt how nina and kuwei absolutely remain close friends to this day and visit each other in ravka regularly because i know in my heart this is true

  • nina gets what it’s like to be on your own in a foreign country trying to accomplish a seemingly-impossible task, and having her check in every so often is a huge help for kuwei settling into his new life there
  • they’re the most multilingual of all their friends and bond over this.  nina doesn’t get many opportunities to practice shu even though she speaks it fluently, and although kuwei speaks passable ravkan, he improves a lot faster from speaking to nina without the added pressure of having to do anything other than talk.
  • both of them religiously pick up bits of gossip and remember all of it and have at least an hour sharing all of it every time they meet (mostly nina.  kuwei likes keeping things to himself so he can use it if he ever has to.  but sometimes he’ll tell her something and nina’s eyes go wide because there’s no way kuwei should know that.)  between the two of them, they know what’s going on with everyone at any given time and have also been known to discuss this in earshot of whoever they’re talking about by switching languages so nobody can prove it
  • when inej comes to visit nina, the three of them go for waffles.  afterwards, inej and nina take turns teaching each other the rowdiest sea shanties they know and kuwei looks on with a mixture of confusion, amusement, and horror, because neither of them can carry a tune and there are some lyrics he wishes he didn’t understand.  (he’s totally memorising them for later, though.)  they’re so happy and enthusiastic about it that after a while it’s hard not to give up and laugh
  • both of them also know what it’s like to lose someone you care about and to have to move on and make a life for yourself regardless.  it’s not something either of them talks about a lot but sometimes, a good number of years in the future, they will.  nina tells him about matthias, about the future they were going to make together and how they were going to change the world.  the work she’s still trying to do on her own.  the promise she made to try and help the younger drüskelle who could become something more, like matthias did.  kuwei doesn’t need to say a lot to that, mostly just listens, but he’s seen how much nina’s accomplished in the years since the ice court job and matthias’ death and all of the good she’s done.  
  • he especially doesn’t have a lot to say about his life before fjerda and ketterdam, not a lot of it is things he wants to remember, but he was close with his father even if their relationship wasn’t perfect and sometimes there’s something to say about that.  about how it might have been better for the world if it was his father who survived shu han, how kuwei could have done something to help them escape if it wouldn’t have exposed him as a grisha to the fjerdans.  i could have brought matthias back, nina says quietly.  i almost did.  sometimes letting go is better.  
  • the potential with these two is honestly so underrated and i feel like we as people need to talk about it more


  • nina: wake up, i have a huuuuge dilemma i need your opinion on!  
  • kuwei: what?  
  • nina: am i more beautiful today than i was yesterday?  i mean at first i looked in the mirror and i thought well, yes, definitely, huge improvement–  
  • kuwei: can i have my pillow back?  
  • nina: –but then i thought maybe it’s not that i’m more beautiful today, maybe i was just as beautiful yesterday but i lacked the self-esteem to recognise it!  
  • kuwei: don’t take this personally but get out

Taking Care of You

Rating: T

Genre: Action - Angst - Hurt/Comfort

Requested by: @diving-down-to-wonderland

“Bucky, King Kong would definitely kick Harambe’s ass.” You chuckled into the receiver. 

“No listen Haramabe is powerful!” Bucky argued back. You rolled your eyes and snorted.

You were about to retort when something caught your eyes in the rearview mirror. You squinted your eyes to get a better look but all you could see was a black jeep driving fast and looked like it was…driving straight to you.

“Bucky,” Your voice sounded shaky.

Said man quickly straightened up, sensing something wrong. 

“What is it, Y/N.”

“I…I think I’m in danger.” You breathed out.

“Y/N listen to me. You need to -” But Bucky was cut off by the sound of gun shots and your car screeching until it eventually crashed.

“Y/N? Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU THERE? ARE YOU OK? Y/N!!” But the line was dead. 

Like a rocket, Bucky quickly shot out of his to put on his outfit and take his guns with him. 

“Bucky, hey!” Steve greeted into the phone.

“Steve. Get the others. Something happened to Y/N.” Bucky commanded and then immediately shutting his phone.

Using his motor-cycle, Bucky reached the scene of the car crash in a short time. Thankfully, you were almost home so you weren’t that far. Just as he was arriving, he saw a couple of Hydra agents ripping your car door open and about to take you out.

Bucky quickly jumped out of his car and ran towards them. He would shoot at them but half of your body was exposed to him and, despite him being a good shooter, there’s still a possibility that he could hurt you. As he was running, he was joined with Natasha. They both began fight the Hydra agents while Steve and Tony tried to get you out the car but your seatbelt is stuck.

“Steve!” Bucky shouting.

The blond understood that Bucky was urging to hurry up and get you to the nearest hospital.

He gripped the seatbelt and began to pull. The leather protection snapped in half. 

“Tony, take Y/N to the nearest hospital while help them.”

“Already on it, Steve.” and with that, Tony flew the both of you away.

“How is she? Is she ok? Let me see here!” Bucky bombarded as he stormed into the hospital.

“Woah! Easy there tiger!” Tony raised his hands to stop Bucky.

“Don’t test me.” Bucky seethed.

“James.” Steve rests his hand on his best and childhood best friend, “The doctors are with her now. There’s nothing we can do but wait.” he continued. 

Bucky nods his head and slumps on the chair.

An hour later, one of the doctors steps out from the emergency room.

“How is she?” Bucky jumps, worry and concern in his eyes.

The doctor has a look of regret, “I’m sorry to inform you but miss L/N is a coma.”

Bucky lets out a shaky breath, Steve rests his hand on Bucky’s shoulder once more.

“Can I,” He gulps, “Can I see her?”

The doctor nods, “Follow me please.”

Bucky felt his heart stop at the sight of you. IVs were hooked into you arms while it looked like you slept. Your face and arms were covered up in bruises and scratches.

“Thankfully, she only sustained minor injuries. However, the shock of the crash led her into a coma.” The doctor explains, “We…we’re also not sure when she’ll wake up.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Bucky heard Steve whisper.

It’s been days since you’ve been admitted to the hospital but Bucky never left your sight. Steve begged him to go home and rests but he refused. He would hold your hand and talk to you, hoping that that would wake you up. But he didn’t give up hope. He would hum to your favorite song and read a book he found in the room.

At night, he would kiss your forehead before laying his hand on your clasped hand and fall asleep.

On the sixth day of your admission, Bucky looked miserable. There were bags under his eyes and a stubble started to grow.

“You gotta get some rest, Bucky.” Steve says in concern.

He shook his head, “No.” his eyes never left your figure as he says, “I need to stay here. Make sure she’s safe.”

“I understand that, Buck. But you’re tired and you haven’t eaten in three days. Please, Bucky.”

Bucky contemplated his best friend’s words. He was right. He hadn’t drank or eaten anything in days. His neck felt stiff from never sitting up from the chair and he couldn’t feel his thighs from all the siting. He was about to get up when he felt one of your fingers twitching.

“Y/N,” He breathes out.

“Bucky -” 


Your fingers continue to twitch and your eyes clench tightly before slowly opening up. It took you a while to adjust to the bright light but you eventually opened your eyes all the way through.

“Why am I in the hospital?” Was the first thing you said.

“Oh, Y/N thank god!” Bucky says, eyes welling up with tears.

“Y/N. Do you remember what happened?” Steve asks with sternness yet with slight concern.

You wiped a tear drop from from Bucky’s eye before turning your head to face Steve, “I was driving home. I was on the phone with Bucky when I noticed a black Jeep heeding straight at me. After that…I don’t remember anything.”

“They were Hydra agents.” Bucky informed you, “They were after you.” His expressions turned into one of anger, jaw clenched tightly.

“I’ll go tell the others.” Steve quietly excuses himself from the room.

You pat the empty spot next to you and hold onto Bucky. Both of you fell asleep to the sound of the monitor.

“Y/N. Glad to see you awake!” Natasha greeted you hours later.

“Good to be awake.” You joked.

“That’s it. No more driving for you kid.” Tony says as he walks into the room.

“Hey!” You yell playfully.

“I’m sure metal arm here agrees with me.” he continues.

You turn to Bucky with big and round puppy eyes.

“We’ll…We’ll see about that.” Bucky mumbles as he tries to hide his blush away as the room is filled with laughter.

anonymous asked:

Your previous Anon who stated "his Another Man shoot was the opposite of "sexy"" would indicate that his re-branding is already proving successful in distancing himself from the 1D image and certain section of fans. Personally, I though HS, bare-chested in an outrageously beautiful suit, in a collar, with fuck me again hair and hooded eyes was the best he's ever looked. It too was a stylised and crafted image of course. But to my 30 something, gay male eyes it's one I appreciate.

I agree.

And I think he and his team will be courting your 30-something gay male eyes while promoting this album and his career :)

Morning After - Simon D

Originally posted by youngkaezy

Word count: 1.7K
Genre: Angst

 Mornings after a wild party were always spent in bed, she’s never being able to get out of it due to the unbearable hangover.

 This time it was slightly different, though. A head-splitting headache, of course, was present, it was the reason she woke up this ‘early’ groaning in a low voice. As she rolled over onto her other side throwing her hand over to the second pillow she touched down on something hairy, yet soft.

 Her eyes snapped open at the raspy voice groaning beside her, her eyes landing on the person lying next to her his upper body naked which automatically made her check on her own body. Looking under the thin blanket which covered both of their bodies, the sight of her naked body sent her brain into overworking.

 She looked around in the room for something to cover her body with, slowly sitting up in her bed she pulled an old t-shirt over her upper body then looked back at the peacefully sleeping man who was just turning around with his eyes still closed. Her heart stopped for a good second, the man in her bed was no other than her good friend from high school, Jung Kiseok.

 She scurried out of her room as fast as she could trying not to make any noise not to wake him up. The best hiding place - seeing as she was hungry and needed her morning coffee - seemed to be the kitchen, where she soon was sipping on her oh-so-needed coffee and preparing scrambled eggs for her and Kiseok, he would be hungry, too, she thought to herself.

 The problem with cooking was that it let her mind wander around without having a chance to stop her racing thoughts taking her back to what had happened the night before. The two strongest feelings in her at that moment were fear and desperation which crashed down every rational thought in her mind. She and Kiseok had been friends ever since high school, their friendship still alive and unbreakable for the sole reason of her never giving in to his sweet-talk, he could always trust in her honesty and her shoulder always had been there for him to lean his head on.

 Were they going to be okay after that night? Will their friendship crash down? How can they go back to being just friends? It was already hard enough for her to keep things friendly between them. She had already fallen for him. Damn, she has always loved him, from the first day she’d seen him back in high school. She had never confessed her feelings being afraid of losing him.

 She knew al too well about his philosophy on relationships, he’d said he only wanted to play around and to have fun and that wasn’t what she wanted, hence, she decided that being simply his friend is still more than what any of the girls he’d slept with had ever gotten.

 Two long arms snaked around her waist interrupting her racing mind, at the same time feather light kisses were pressed along her shoulder sending shivers through her body awakening the butterflies in her stomach. The drunken feeling left her body fast as reality kicked in, her body freezing in the arms in which she’d been held as anxiety numbed her senses. 

 "Come back to bed,“ he groaned on his raspy morning voice, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. His words got her naive heart racing again, wanting to comply with his request but her brain got the upper hand making her pull away from him and pretending to be busy laying the table for the two of them. 

 "Breakfast’s ready,” she informed him, still avoiding eye contact, actually she was avoiding looking at him all in all. He was still shirtless, only wearing a pair of boxers. His sight would have been too much to handle that ‘early’ in the morning not to count that her hangover wasn’t completely gone either. 

 He walked around to the other side of her kitchen table and sat down across from her only to be able to watch her throughout breakfast as she barely ate anything only tossed her food around on the plate in front of her.

 "Tell me!“ His voice was calm but still implementing authority. His bluntness took her off guard, she looked up at him seeing him paying all his attention to his food to make it easier for her to voice what’s been bothering her from the moment he entered her kitchen.

 "About what?” She asked feigning innocence. Pretending everything was alright has always gotten Kiseok’s blood boiling, especially if it was about her. He wanted her to trust him as mush as he trusted her, he wanted her to rely on him as much as he relied on her, he wanted her to find comfort in him. But when she was being stubborn it made hard for him to keep a cool head. He could be his real self around her (and wanted nothing more than for her to do the same), this was one of the few reasons he had fallen in love with her in the first place. 

 "About what makes you so uncomfortable,“ she let go of her fork and pulled her hands under the table intertwining her fingers, eyes fixed on her meal, she felt like a spoiled child under his stare, cause, she was sure, by now he was piercing through her with his eyes - he could be really scary when staring like that.

 "Will things change between us?” He looked at her puzzled. “Will you start avoiding me just like you do with your one-night stands?” Her voice cracked a bit as she tried not to cry. 

 "As for me, everything’s going to be the same,“ he stated and she could practically hear the sound of her heart breaking into pieces. “You’re still my best friend whom I love.” Even though his voice was sincere, she couldn’t help the feeling of betrayal seeping into her mind. ’I knew! I knew so bad!’ her mind screamed at her.

 She wasn’t sure how much longer was she able to held in her tears as she stood up and stormed into her bedroom, her chest was aching and the lump in her throat made it hard for her to breathe as she was sliding down against the wall. Through her sad cries, she could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to her room, and, although panic took over, once again, her mind - paralyzing her senses, she couldn’t make up enough strength to stand up and lock the door. 

 Kiseok burst through the door looking around the room, searching for her, inspecting every inch of the room as lastly, his eyes landed on her crouching figure just a few steps away from where he was standing. With two long steps, he was right beside her and picked her up in his arms, locking his two arms tightly around her fragile body deeply inhaling the naturally sweet scent of her skin. Last night they had ended up having sex for having drunk too much, but even in his drunken state, Kiseok could distinct the unique scent of her skin, it was something he had never experienced with any other woman before. 

 As he was holding her close to himself, he realized that the kind of life he wants to live starts with mornings where wakes up next to her, minus the fact that she was mostly ignoring him and crying, but what’s most important is that he had finally decided to confess his feelings. The feelings that were thoroughly hidden for so many years, and now they’d all be revealed. 

 He laid his head on her shoulder as he quietly whispered in her ear, “Don’t leave…” she thought she must’ve been imagining things. It was impossible for Kiseok to say things like that, especially in such a desperate and longing tone. “Go out with me?” It sounded more like a question, by that moment he was sure that neither sweet-talk nor his charming skills would do. In front of you, he wasn’t the confident Simon Dominic, with you, he was Jung Kiseok, an average guy who sought happiness and a normal private life. 

 At his question, her heart had stopped for a minute not truly sure if she could believe her ears. 

 At the lack of answer, he pulled away from her to look into her eyes earnestly searching for a possible answer while she was just staring at him, eyes wide in shock. 

 "I’m not an alien, don’t look at me like that,“ he chuckled.

 "I… I… uh, um,” words seemed to have stuck in her throat.

 "You can take your time and think it all through,“ he offered. “I know I’m an asshole for how I’ve been behaving the past years but I want to give us a chance,” his eyes were filled with hope as he tried not to trip over his own tongue while talking.  "That is if you want it too, of course,“ he added with a shy smile still trying to keep the eye contact. 

 "Do you like me?” She questioned him cautiously, too afraid of the answer being ‘no’.

 "Uhm!“ he nodded confidently only to have her eyes go wild once again but at the same time a tinge of red appeared on her face, too, and slowly a wide smile replaced her shocked expression.

 He gently took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, slowly leaned in and out of happiness pressed a soft, loving kiss on her lips, then on her nose and lastly, he pressed a long kiss to her forehead after which he pulled her back against his chest and held her as tight as he’d been always wanting.

Author’s note(does anyone read it, though?): Idek what to say…. I just hope to get some kind of feedback, any… 
Anyway, enjoy! ^_^ -J

naoyasukuguris  asked:

quick question - if the stz boys didnt play volleyball, what sport do you think they'd play? ive thought of taichi swimming, shirabu playing tennis, goshiki being a cheerleader, reon golfing, yamagata boxing, semi horseback riding, and jin playing soccer but i cant for the life of me think about what ushijima and tendou would do lol. im interested in hearing your thoughts on everyone!

QUICK QUESTION? *flexes* I thought about it for a while, and here are my thoughts on it:

Tendou: Basketball, that long noodle has the right height and reflexes

Kawanishi: Swimming, YES PLEASE *fans self* @sepulchrate

Yamagata doing martial arts is cool, maybe judo?

Shirabu would do the same thing Ushijima does, probably. I could really imagine a baseball au with them, Ushijima as pitcher, Shirabu as catcher!

Apart from that I could imagine archery or kendo for Shirabu (also for Kawanishi), something that requires a sharp eye but has an aggressive undertone.

Goshiki a cheerleader? My baby (adorable!) But I think he’d rather want to be the one that is cheered for, so I think star shooter at a soccer match would be something for him, or wannabe ace at baseball!!

Thanks for the question!! 😊💕

Bonjour, Bitches! {Jefferson x Reader} ~ Part 3

Hamilton ~ Modern AU (Tech Company)

Jefferson x Reader

2,171 words <- wow…

A/N: Guess who wrote another chapter!! I was randomly inspired at work that Hamilton was going to do something skeezy in this part and it just spiraled from there! Sorry, I love Hamilton but since this is Jefferson’s story, Hammy gets to be the bad guy. Enjoy and definitely comment if you like this part! I’ll be wrapping this fic up soon and starting on something else, so keep your eyes peeled for my next series. I may get your opinion of what else I should write ;)

Originally posted by freedomfriesandapplepies

You avoided Lafayette or Jefferson or whatever his name was as much as possible the following week. So many questions tumbled around in your mind: Why was he impersonating Lafayette? Why hadn’t you recognized him before? What was he doing here at Hamilton’s firm?

When you were still in grad school, you had read a lot of magazine and journal articles about Thomas Jefferson. Most of them mentioned the feud between Jefferson and Hamilton’s companies, which were both producing similar products. One article even juxtaposed them across two pages and listed their accomplishments, qualifications and new projects, somehow comparing the two competitive geniuses. If you were being honest, you preferred Hamilton’s philosophy of business of Jefferson’s, not only because you sided with Hamilton’s democratic leanings, but also because Jefferson seemed unscrupulous in his dealings. Especially now that you knew he was undercover in his rival’s company, most likely stealing important information.

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anonymous asked:

Is it just me or does Robert Plant looks very sad during almost the entire 1979?!

Oh, goodness, I know.  I can’t really even watch Knebworth.  He seems so, ugh, I don’t know, bitter or something.  His eyes … distant and mournful.  Just feels wrong to me.  Sheer speculation on my part, but I think he had to be brought back into the fold kicking and screaming.  He knew it was over. :-(  My heart just broke a little.  Glad to know I’m not alone. xo


raveni was tagged by the stunning @lunalovey

1. Post some selfies where you feel cute af: ok there you go…….

2.Something you love about your hair - i love how long it is and how it naturally curls sometimes

3.Something you love about your eyes - i really like that they’re blue because they’re pretty rare in spain and make me feel a bit unique

4.Something you love about mouth - the fact that after 4 years of struggle i’m getting my braces taken off real soon

5.Something you love about nose - i love the way it curves

6.Something you love about your legs - they’re strong and toned

7.Something you love about your butt - mhmmmmmmmmmmm i like the way it looks i guess?

8.Something you love about your tummy - how much it has changed with time

9.Something you love about your chest - i love my breasts tbh. not to big, not too small.

10.Something you love about your height - i’m average for a girl so i have no self conciousness issues with wearing heels!

11.Something you love about your weight - that i’m no longer tormented or even bothered about what the scale has to say

12.When do you feel prettiest - with good lighting? lmao no but in all seriousness, when i do light makeup looks on sundays i feel really cute

13.When did you last feel beautiful? when i took a selfie this morning lol #sick but flawless

🌻🐝tag people you want to feel pretty af 🐝🌻

@1959black @accio-shitpost @ginnyweaslcy @ri-ddikulus @ameljiabones @ravencliaw @slughcrn @hyppogriff @oblviqte !!!

….. ?

Goodness, things seem to be moving around and ending up in places they have no right being in. How odd, no ? A frying pan in the hallway, a lamp from a bedroom placed on top of a bed, a chair from the school laid out outside it. Here and there, anyone with a keen eye ( and even not so keen ) will surely notice the furniture and knickknacks which have been shifted around haphazardly. Small things, some from around you and some things you brought with you, moved around to be in placed in placed they have no right to be in. 


No one SEEMS to be moving them thoughor at least, you haven’t SEEN anyone moving anything around… 

Yet it happens, one moment something is right before your eyes and the next it’s moved over across the room with no memory of how it got there or even recollection of seeing it be moved. ( you know it was though, it had to be, that wasn’t THERE moments before you are SURE of it ! )

Strange indeed.

Oh well… it’s probably nothing.



tagged by @chaleurette , thank u for tagging me!!

1. Post some selfies where you feel cute
i might someday in future meh

2. Something you love about your hair
it’s soft and wavy and can be nice sometimes

3. Something you love about your eyes
my lashes are kinda long?? my eyes are my least favourite thing about me sh

4. Something you love about your mouth
i love love love my lips

5. Something you love about your nose
it’s upturned and small

6. Something you love about your legs
they’re loooong and look good w heels

7. Something you love about your butt
it’s perky and cute

8. Something you love about your tummy
it’s flat and tanner than the rest of my body? like my face and hands are pale but my stomach is tanner

9. Something you love about your chest
small boobs!!!! slip dresses!!! lace bras!!!! i love my small boobs!!!

10. Something you love about your height
i’m not super tall but not super short either it’s nice

11. Something you love about your weight
i’m a lightweight

12. When do you feel prettiest?
when i’m wearing red lipstick and wearing a cute outfit

13. When did you last feel beautiful?
right now???

tagging: @yuriiangels @wylanvnek @apollonic @drunklesbian @softplum @kazbrekrer and whoever wants to do it!!

Journal Entries

Upon seeing Selina, a feeling struck me deeply.  It hit me hard, pounding with a fury at my stomach.  It was a foreign feeling to me.  Though I am a man, human emotions have always been void to me.  It distracts, confuses, and blurs clearly drawn lines.  I was an idiot, smiling like the awkward schoolboy I was at the academy.  But there was something about her eyes.  They beckoned to me as my body drew nearer to her presence.  Something was unlocked that night, and I am unsure if I can contain it.  But I must somehow.