still missing a few

buffy/willow: still life (1/?)

summary: in which buffy never moved to sunnydale, and the first evil runs rampant throughout history. buffy—the slayer, reeling from the loss of her mother and the responsibility of caring for her sister—is teamed up with willow, a witch with a penchant for over-using magic. in dreams, they (time) travel to new places and work to keep the slayer line safe.

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“You wanna move on to the next place?” Amy asks. She’s not finished her drink yet: a martini, Willow thinks. Minus the olive, ‘cause she’d already eaten it.

“I-I don’t know. I kind of have a thing to do later.”

Amy looks at her bemusedly. “It’s 11 PM. You know that there isn’t much ‘later’ left, right? What is it, anyway?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Willow waves her hand and the snow-cloud she’d conjured over the club disappears, along with the blanket of snow-turned-slush that had covered the concrete dancefloor moments before. Amy mimics the movement and her twittering birds leave, too, flying out the front door into an uncertain future.

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Evening meals week 2

Tuesday: valentines meal of monkfish, potato rosti and green veg
Weds/Thurs: missed
Friday: sausages, broccoli, baked beans and chips
Saturday: missed
Sunday: beef stroganoff with horseradish mashed potato
Monday: paella with chorizo and king prawns

I know I missed a few but it’s still progress. It’s still me managing to feed myself more evening meals - and *proper meals* at that - this week and last week than I have in any week for the last several years. This week has physically felt harder than the previous week. I’m not quitting though. This is me pushing on.

I think we could call this a forced a collab’….

So around a month ago i asked @blackwolfartz if i could color this sketch so i could train myself with coloring.And she kindly accepted. (And it has been sitting in my draft ever since.) So thanks again to Wolf for being so awesome and letting me butcher her work and post, it was really interesting and fun and i’d redo it anytime! 

Hi, everyone! Believe it or not, it’s my birthday again. This past year has involved a lot of change for me. When l look at what’s different in my life, it makes me think about my long-term goals and the prospect of growth.

I feel less certain about what I want my future to look like than ever before. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t feel discouraged at many points during this past year. I’ve been battling a lot of “I’ll never” thoughts– “I’ll never be able to do this” and “I’ll never have that”, etc.

But when I think about how much has changed since my last birthday, it reminds me of all the things I’ve done and all the things I have that used to be “I’ll never"s. Things that I’ve accomplished and attained purely by living my life and experiencing new things and continuing to try, one day at a time.

I don’t think anyone, at any age, should look at themselves and conclude that by this point in their lives they know the ultimate limit of their capabilities with certainty. Even when my mind is full of "I’ll never"s, it comforts me to think that the things I struggle with now will one day fail to impede me, so long as I continue to try and be better. I know that my biggest, most daunting goals for the far future aren’t going to sneak up on me. On my way there I’ll become a person with the skill, experience, discipline, and stability to achieve them.

My life is better than it was a year ago. I’m a better person than I was on my last birthday. I’ve done more and I have more. I’m proud, and grateful, and excited.

I’m looking forward to the next one. And that’s all I wanted to say. Thank you.

Guys..I’m gonna say it…yoi was really overhyped..

It’s funny how things never change in this old town.

Inktober Day 1: Niall, then and now

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Rory and Jess after the series finale; life in New York

Retribution PT3

Originally posted by taetaehyungs


REQUEST :  HI YOU’RE TAKING REQUESTS RIGHT~? COULD I PLEASE ASK FOR A SCENARIO WITH A DOCTOR!JIMIN? THE PLOT IS UP TO YOU ^^ THANK YOU 💖💖 

Authors note: OMG IT’S FINALLY DONE. This was supposed to be finished earlier than this but my Family was panicking so much about christmas that they would not leave me alone to write or at least proof read. But omg, here it is and I hope you guys like it! I am sorry if there are any errors, I did my best but I know I still might have missed a few parts. Hope this didn’t suck balls guys. Please message me yours thoughts! huhuhu MERRY CHRISTMAS!



You bite back a smile and press a hand against your mouth as you listen to Taehyung’s story of how he had run off with Jimin’s pants a few summers ago.

“He was furious! A group of girls were gawking at him the whole time when he was sneaking out of the wash room in nothing but his boxers.” Taehyung cackles, hands slapping together as the memory relives itself in his head.

“I would have killed you.” You say before taking another bite out of your meal.

Taehyung leans against his seat, eyes twinkling with happiness as he nodded “Jimin didn’t talk to me for days after that. That kid has a temper on him, but he’s a good guy.”

“Yeah right.” You roll your eyes at him in disbelief. Jimin was practically the spitting image of the word ‘Asshole’.

“No really.” Taehyung urges “Jimin’s one of the most selfless people I know. You know, he could have charged you for helping you out on your wound, but he didn’t.”

“And I’m grateful for that, but the asswipe acts as if I owe him. I didn’t even ask for his help in the first place.” You wave your fork at Taehyung who just shrugs.

“You’re just something new to Jimin, he’s never had to deal with someone so outspoken as you. He talks about you a lot, you know.”

This shocks you.

You glance up at Taehyung with wide eyes while the young boy was silently picking at his plate, pushing away the olive before he’s meeting your eyes again. The intensity of his gaze has the breath knocked out of you but the sudden thought of Jimin talking about you to other people was so consuming, you had no idea what to focus on.

Taehyung? Or Jimin?

“I guess that why I got a little curious about you.” Taehyung announces and you immediately turn away from him.

Your cheeks once again turn red and Taehyung lets out an amused chuckle, his hands itching to rub against your cheeks to feel the warmth of your blush. Jimin was right, the sight really was something amusing. But the young boy knew better than to lay his hands on you, especially when his phone had started ringing for the 6th time in the past hour.

“You should really pick that up.” You hum, avoiding eye contact as your reach for your glass of water.

Taehyung lets out a sigh before he’s placing the gadget against his ear, his heart clenching at the voice calling out to him on the other line.

Babe! Thank god, you finally picked up.” Was her cry of relief, immediately melting away the ice wrapped around Taehyung’s heart.

“What’s wrong?” He tried to sound indifferent, forced himself to keep his voice steady, not wanting to let her know how relieved he felt to hear her.

“Come home! I’m sorry, okay? I was shitty and said the worse things. I really miss you and it was such a small fight, I can’t believe I made it such a big deal.” She all but sobs against the phone and Taehyung bites on his lower lip, his heart calling out to her in ways he never thought possible.

“I-” He eyes you quietly, his mind just processing Jimin’s words.

You’re doing something stupid.

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Breechloading Wheellock Musket

Manufactured in central Europe c.17th century.
Although covered in a thick patina and missing a few pieces, this musket is still a magnificent firearm. A very early breechloader, it features a spring-loaded breech block that snaps into place and can be released to the side with a simple thumb catch. This kind of weapon would still need to be primed, but loading itself would be achieved with a self contained metallic cartridge, aligned properly with a little radial peg that would fit the notch in the barrel.

One of the cartridges in question, pictured with another similar rifle.

Such guns would be among the most high-tech you could get your hands on in these days.

Sauce : Forgotten Weapons

I just got home from my last night of classes

Playground Crushes

@just-another-fandomite Requested:  Hello! If it’s still open, can I please request 20, 25, 28 with Yoongi with just fluff stuff please? Thank you 💙

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Originally posted by missbaptan

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: No warnings

Word Count: 758

“Did you just throw that at me?”

“I think you like me.”

“Can you keep a secret?”


“Min Yoongi!” You scream in your bedroom, your eyes were wide open, your heart was racing and the sudden urge of anger fills you up while you were in bed.

You looked around you to see what you could chuck at your precious best friends head and your eyes only land on one thing. Your arm extends to your bedside table and grab onto a half drank water bottle. You instantly throw it not looking beforehand at where he had been and it completely missed by a few inches feet. Yoongi was still at your bedroom door while the water bottle hit your closet a good ways away from him. His eyes now widen as he saw what impact the water bottle did to your closet door, you look too and instantly pout when you see a dent in the white door. Yoongi’s head snaps to you and a mischievous smile appeared but you were too angry and upset to notice since your focus was still on your door. You only turned to look at him when he began to speak. “Did you just throw that at me?” Everything about him was mischievous, from the way he smiled, the way his eyes narrowed down at you and even to the way he was stalking closer to you like you were now his prey. Though, you were still mad you slipped from your blankets on your bed and slid to your left and stood up from your bed. Yoongi quickly appeared on the other side across from him, your eyes glared at him and he just laughed. “Come on (Y/N), it was funny! Don’t be such a downer.” Yoongi laughed again, his eyes trailing down to what you were wearing before smirking down at you. “Nice pj’s.”

Your head went down to look down at your pajamas when you noticed you were in nothing but an oversized white t-shirt and your underwear. You shrugged, not seeing what he could be smirking at because he has seen you in your underwear plenty of times. You figured he was only trying to throw you off of your anger at him; and you were right.

Right as you were going to speak you felt yourself being pulled forwards and flipped onto your back. You landed across your bad and felt a weight be placed upon you. Before you knew it Yoongi was straddling your waist and had your wrists pinned down by your head. You saw his smirk up close and personal, his face was a few inches from yours and his chest was almost touching yours. “You know what?” Yoongi started, he sat up a little but the weight and pressure stayed the same. “I think you like me.”

You scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes. “As if, I don’t like you, Yoongi. You’re my friend, my best friend! I don’t-”

“Bullshit.” He interrupted you and narrowed his eyes down at you.

“Yoongi I don’t like you.”

“But you did.”

“In like the fourth grade!” You yell up at him. “God Yoongi, can you let me go? This is stupid.” You say and his grip around your wrists only tighten causing you to try and wriggle out of his grip. You try to twist your wrists out of his hands but they stayed pinned to the bed, you soon try and buck your hips up but once again his legs only squeeze together holding you in between his legs.

“Okay, okay. I’ll leave you alone if you keep a secret, can you do that for me? Can you keep a secret?”

“Just let me-”

“Can you keep a secret?” He whispers sternly but his voice lowers deepening with every word. His grip tightens even more and you just simply nod up at him.

He keeps staring at you, his eyes looking over every single feature on your face, the way you blink innocently up at him wondering what he could be so serious about, he could feel you tense under him the moment he tightened his grip and spoke the last sentence, he even saw the very faint tint of color appear on your cheeks. He smirked down before speaking, seeing that the color only darkened as his head dropped down closer to your face causing you to hold your breath.

“I like you.”

And just like that he let go of your wrists and got off of you with ease, you sat up as you watched him leave your bedroom while you were left completely in a daze.