swear & shake

every bioware animation
  • back of the head scratch
  • a character shaking their head in disbelief or disgust with hand on their forehead, looking down
  • that kiss animation used since origins and in every mass effect game where they very slowly go in, hesitate, bop their heads around, and really go in for the kiss 
  • when a character, usually female, talks and puts their two hands in front of them like a robot and shakes them to illustrate their point
  • a character leans back on one leg with their arms loose
  • the exit-stage-right an NPC does after a conversation ends
  • angry limp wrist pointing
  • neck/collar bone scratch 
  • a slow crossing of the arms in times of suspicion
  • that punch animation 
  • drinking alcohol and violently shaking head
  • a character gives a half smile with an eyebrow raised
  • pointing behind with thumb, body turns very slightly
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Y'all I am SHOOKETH @xmorticiansdaughterx cosplayed mafia au today and I got to meet him and let me just say I’m so grateful and happy 😭😭😭🔥🔥🔥you two were perfect I can never thank you enough OMMMMG

  • me: * opens tumblr after finally watching the episode*
  • me: Oh I can't wait to read metas and watch gifs and omg I'm sure everyone is talking about how Dean needs Cas so bad, how much pain he is going throught but how finally hope has found its way back to him. And that moment when Dean and Cas see each other. THE PHONE CALL, HE CALLED DEAN.
  • tumblr: COWBOYS BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN GAYS COWBOY HATS
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Guys!!!! My first @gc2b-apparel binder arrived today!! I’m literally shaking ahhh,, my hair is kinda messy since it took me a few tries to figure out how to put it on aha ;; But!! I’m really happy with it!! I’m actually pretty amazed at how flat it made me. Like, my chest isn’t that big to begin with but it made it a lot flatter ^^ Plus it’s actually pretty comfortable! I’m really happy right now ahh ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

((Okay to rb!!))

Mutant Abilities

Pairing: Charles Xavier x fem!Reader

Summary: Charles uses his powers to talk to you while you’re dancing, but this isn’t any basic conversation.

Warning: nsfw!!! dirty talk, car sex, dom!charles, smut basically

Word Count: 1,023

A/N: Legit have no idea which movie this is set during, but Charles isn’t in his wheelchair.

Originally posted by randomimaginesx

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Starving - HS Smut

In which Harry’s finally home from LA and he’s absolutely starving and Y/N squirts for the first time. Featuring some pillow talk.

Warnings: Smut!!! 

My requests are OPEN! Pls send me some requests smut or fluff :)


“Baby?” He called setting his suitcase beside the door. You came running the second you’d heard the door unlock now you were jumping into his open arms tears already welling in your eyes. You held him tight as he spun the two of you in the entry way.  

“Missed you,” you whispered into his neck pressing kisses there after you spoke. Your hands running through his hair and over his broad back. He kisses you hard, tongue tangling with yours before he pulls back and kisses you again this time sweet and soft. 

“Missed you so much angel,” he spoke into your hair. Setting you down he pushed you so he was holding you at arms length, he looked you up and down pulling his lip between his teeth dirty thought already filling his head.

“How was the flight?” You asked blushing as he gazed at you. He looked up now, green eyes meeting your own a smirk overtaking his features.

“Was fine, long. I’m absolutely starvin’ though.” He mumbles. You start listing off things you could make him before he chuckles and steps closer to you, large hands running down your back and over your ass squeezing lightly making you gasp a little. It’d been a month since he’d been home, you’d missed him in many ways, there was only so much your fingers could do. 

“Was thinking of something sweeter,” he whispers nibbling on your ear.  

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A Messed Up Place | One

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: How it all started out

Warnings: Bucky’s self-hatred is through the roof, suggestions of masturbation

Notes: For @hellomissmabel’s writing challenge, using the prompt Lacanian Love. Didn’t really do my final checks on this one properly, so lmk if you spot any errors. 

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Love has a lot of cliches.

In fact, ‘a lot’ might even be an understatement. ‘A lot’ is a gross underestimate of the number of cheesy one-liners, overused phrases and endless passages made up of empty promises and meaningless words that couples in love throw around haphazardly. The thing is, there has to be some element of truth behind them. These cliches must have come about for a reason, no?

Bucky Barnes thinks that that reason might be you. He doesn’t believe in soulmates, but whatever the hell you are to him — well, it’s pretty goddamn close, that’s for sure.

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anonymous asked:

13 w/ bucky please!!!

“You want to know what happened to me? You! You happened to me.”


“You need to stop this,” he shakes his head, dark hair falling in his eyes. Desperately, his hands, metal and flesh, rake through the tresses. “You need to stop throwing yourself in the line of fire. God, it’s like you and Steve are mirror images now.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Well, maybe if you weren’t so stupid, I wouldn’t have to.”

“I didn’t ask you to do anything for me,” Bucky retorts, his metal arm whirring with the excitement of the conversation. “You weren’t even assigned to those missions!”

“Someone has to protect you!” you shout at him, thrusting your arms in his direction. “It’s like you want to die. I get it, you were a horrible monster for a majority of your life. You’re hurting. But that doesn’t mean you get to go and die.”

He tosses his rifle onto the couch, causing Steve to look up from his novel. Bucky puts his hands on his hips, “I am a grown man, practically one hundred years old, and I can decide how much danger is enough for me.”

“Oh really?” You feel your voice growing louder the more indignant you feel You scoff, tossing your head back in dramatic mockery. “Because you are a grown man, you get to decide how much heartache and misery and anxiety you put your friends through? We don’t get any say in that?”

“Steve joined the military despite my wishes,” Bucky explains, looking over to his friend. Steve merely shrugs in response, glancing up from his book pages. “And you didn’t see me throwing a fit about it.”

“Of course you didn’t,” you answer for him. You feel as if you roll your eyes once more, they’ll fall clean out of your head. “But he was also a hulking he-man by the time you realized what he had done. No offense, Steve.”

“None taken!”

You look back to Bucky, your eyes narrowed. He sighs, shaking his head, “There was a time you were okay with playing den mother. You don’t really like using your powers. I don’t understand.”

“So all of a sudden I’m not allowed to like using my powers?” you taunt him, leaning forward as if expecting him to say the wrong thing.

He laughs ironically, shaking his head, “What’s happened to you? It’s like all of a sudden you’re a totally different person.” He takes a few steps toward you, and the mechanical sounds of his left arm calm you in the slightest. They’re familiar, normal. 

“You like using your powers, you like being on every mission possible, you don’t care if a few people die in the process. I don’t understand.”

“Oh, really?” you answer him in return. You hadn’t realized how close your bodies were, the heat from his radiating against your own skin. You feel sweat accumulating in your hairline from the anxiety of the conversation mixed with the leftover adrenaline and heat from the prior mission.

“You want to know what happened to me?” you mock him. You nod your head, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “You! You happened to me.”

You push your hands against his pectorals, barely moving him, “You put yourself in harms way, you act like you want every mission to be a suicide mission, and you don’t take care of yourself at all! You don’t eat, you hardly sleep, and the only time you aren’t carrying a rifle is when you’re in the bathroom.”

You sigh, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes, “I get that we put ourselves in danger, that we risk our lives for the sake of humanity, but it feels like you’re running directly into a smoking gun with the hopes that the bullet strikes you dead.” Your hand comes up to swipe underneath your nose, “I can’t deal with the thought of losing you to one of the big baddies. I couldn’t deal with the thought of you not coming home every night, so I went on every mission with you.”

Your heart aches within your chest, the nightmares of imagining Bucky strewn across the floor, blood pooling in his chest too much to bear. A sob escapes your lips, but you don’t care. If he’s going to throw himself in the line of fire, then let him.

“Hey,” you hear his voice soft and close. His hands reach out to touch your arms, “Look at me.”

“What difference does it make?” you snap, sniffling. 

He chuckles and you wonder how he can make broken sound beautiful. His warm thumb reaches under your chin and gently guides you to look at him. The blue of his eyes bring clarity, and the sound of his voice is like a rope pulling you to shore.

“I understand,” he tells you, his forehead rested against yours. “And I’m sorry.”

The tip of his nose touches yours and you feel like your heart is about to explode. Your hands shake but somehow you find the strength to grasp the front of his t-shirt until it wrinkles in your hands. 

“I shouldn’t be so selfish all the time,” Bucky explains, the edge of his nose brushing over the bridge of yours. “I’m scared, so I throw myself out there and hope for the worst. That’s not fair. Not to you.”

The bubble of laughter that fizzes from his chest makes your heart happy, “I should’ve known that I can’t be like this. I was scared. Of other people, of going to war, of you.” He closes his eyes and you can’t help but do the same. His voice is slow, mesmerizing, “The best part of my missions were coming home to you at three in the morning and listening to you rant and rave about how I was going to get myself killed.”

“You’re so lame,” you murmur, pushing against his chest. He nods, his lips dragging up from your temple to your forehead. “I know,” he replies, “I’ll be more careful next time.”

All the time,” you correct him, pointedly looking into his eyes. 

He smiles, and you swear the earth shakes with the beauty of it, “Every time.”

And he seals the promise with a kiss.

Originally posted by xopsychogirlxo

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