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Thunder in the Night

Requested by @frolicsomefawkes 

Prompt: Hii!!😺 Congratulations on the followers! You deserve each and every one and more! Can I please request something where Bucky is actually really afraid of storms and he finds the reader and there’s just much cuddles and much fluff?💗💖

Word count: 1607

Warnings: none

Originally posted by ohhseby

Storms. You didn’t mind them. You actually loved them, the turbulence, the small bursts of fear that electrified you with every blast of thunder. The sound of rain that pattered on your window as flashes of lightning illuminated were comforting to you. It was relaxing when you could stay in while a storm raged outside.

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tygermama  asked:

The Padawan haircut makes no sense as any kind of indicator of rank. Not every species has hair, just try shaving a Wookie and see how far you'll fly, there are so many things wrong with the concept. I get the braid, sorta kinda, but a necklace or bracelet would have made so much more sense and not looked as stupid.

I almost have to appreciate Jedi Trainee Hair because it’s so stupid. Like, why? FOR SO MANY REASONS, WHY?! 

You know who has something stupid to say about this ridiculous haircut? Star Wars does, that’s who (who would have guessed?)!

Yes, my favorite, the non-canon The Jedi Path expands a bit on this silliness: 

I love that non-humans make out WAY better in this game than humans do since they can kind of do whatever they want. No fair! They don’t even have to live with the shame of that awful ponytail! 

Interestingly, AND IMPORTANTLY, this book makes no mention of said Terrible Ponytail being mandatory. It’s ALL about the braid. This is making me think of the discussion I had with people a while back about how maybe the Haircut was like, something that happened to Obi-Wan by accident and then Anakin just wanted to be cool like Obi-Wan so he asked for it, too? I think Kanan had it too (edit: I’m wrong and it’s even funnier this way), so maybe by then it had become Trendy, because Kenobi and Skywalker totally had this awesome ponytail when THEY were Padawans, so I want it too!

LOL forever that this part of the book is written by a Jedi Recruiter, who is apparently under the impression that well-kept Jedi Trainee Hair is helping to boost the overall public opinion of the Jedi. Oh, honey. No. 

(And yes, there are written comments in the margin on this page, too, that got cut off. Qui-Gon comments that he finds this all rather restricting of the council. Obi-Wan comments that that’s no damn surprise. Hahaha.)

fem!ed/havoc happy au

@arrowsbane well i guess we’re going to just have to keep being inspired by each other. i read her amazing post HERE, which was in turn inspired by my post HERE and you don’t need to read any of these to read this, but can i just say –

holy shit. havoc/ed. what a brilliant fucking paring that i’ve never even thought of before. holy shit, it’s perfect.

so – to set the scene. trans female ed. trans ed who performed human transmutation not to bring anyone back to life (both her parents are alive, but gone, trisha was not content to be left behind this go around) but instead to give her the body she always desired. and she succeeds. she and al are still trained by izumi curtis, and this gives ed her driving passion, her goal in life – to be a housewife.

so she and al go about her adventures, dragging winry along more often than not, but they stay away from central and they always come home. and ed’s about to turn twenty, and pinako is talking to her old friend ellie, and ellie is moaning about her unmarried grandson, her grandson who refuses to inherit the general store and won’t settle down and is off in the military, of all things. he’s a bright, handsome boy, elle says, he just has his head in the wrong place.

and pinako taps her pipe and goes – you know i’ve been raising three kids right, my granddaughter and my neighbor’s kids, a boy and a girl. and ellie is surprised, she thought both elric children were boys, but she dismisses the thought easily. she remembers ed as a tomboy, of course, and with that name who can blame her. but no one’s first thought is unprecendented human transmutation when presented with someone’s who’s a different gender than the one she remembers.

ellie is like oh, is winry looking to settle down? but pinako scoffs, says she’s a career gal through and through. but her other girl, eden – she has a wandering spirit, but she’s a good girl, a lovely country bred woman who’s looking to be a housewife (ellie’s idea of housewife and ed’s idea of a housewife vary wildly, but pinako’s not about to bring that up).  so pinako sends a message to her children, and ellie sends one to her grandson: she’s sending a young woman to central from their hometown. she’s single, and looking to settle down, and the granddaughter of an old family friend.

so jean havoc gets this letter, completely and utterly horrified. the whole team makes fun of him. but grandmother eleanor rules the family with an iron fist, and havoc better come up with a damn good reason not to marry this girl. he’d not interested in a country mouse for a wife. before he can think of one, eden has already agreed and is on a train to central. she convinces al to stay behind, just for a couple of weeks, because she doesn’t want him scaring this jean havoc off.

ed is gorgeous, and a genius, and an absolute terror. she’s dated a lot of men, slept with just as many, and hasn’t found a single one worth her time. she doubts she’ll be interested in a boy from their little rural town, but pinako knows her and she trusts the old woman’s judgement. if she thinks jean havoc is someone who could make her happy, eden is more than willing to give it a shot.

so havoc has to leave early from work to meet his amost-maybe-fiance at the train. obviously, the team minus hawkeye follows him. they’re dying to know.

a country girl. they were expecting a country girl, someone wide eyed, unpolished, a little out of her depth. instead they get eden elric, a girl who’s been to cities and knows how to dress for it. they get eden elric, black boots and black leather pants and a black shirt with a dramatic red coat flaring out behind her. eden elric, golden eyes and golden hair and in the setting afternoon sun just golden. she smiles when she sees him and jean’s mouth goes dry and his heart goes zing! and havoc is going to send his grandmother some really nice flowers. “you must be jean,” she says, voice low and smoky, eyes crinkling at the corners. “you look like your father.”

“i, you,” he fumbles, holding out his hand to shake and stepping forward to take her bag at the same time. “hi.”

“hi,” she repeats, and he’s screwed, she’s already laughing at him and it hasn’t even been five minutes. “did you know you’re being followed?”

he sighs and doesn’t look behind him. “those would be my coworkers and my superior office.”

“delightful,” she says, dry and completely unimpressed, and she’s from resembool, his job and his rank is worse than useless with her, it’s a detriment. none of that crowd like the military. his mother hadn’t talked to him for over a year after he enlisted. “that won’t do. we’ll have to ditch them.”

“how?” he asks, and she grins, sharp. he takes her to his car and she shoves him in the passenger seat and climbs in the driving one, breaking about a thousand laws as she careens down crowded city streets. jean’s horrified for about thirty seconds, then he’s egging her on and cheering, directing her down roads whenever she hesitates and laughing the whole time.

they make it to where he was supposed to drop her off, beaming. “usually men throw up when they drive with me,” she says, beaming.

“nah, that wasn’t scary, it was fun,” he says, and he’s already kissed this relationship goodbye before it’s started. she’s beautiful and brave and exudes the same type of easy confidence the colonel does, and that’s not something he’ll ever be able to match. she’s no country mouse. she’s a supernova, and he’s stardust.

eden smiles at him, and says, “would you like to meet me for lunch, jean?”

havoc peers up at the building, and it’s central university. he wouldn’t have expected a country girl / wanna be housewife to be pursuing a degree, but clearly he should toss every preconceived notion he had about eden out the window, because none of them are going to be right.

“yes,” he says, because eden will make an effort with him for a while, he knows, since she’s here on the insistence of both their grandmothers. but she’ll grow tired of him eventually, like they all do, and jean intends to spend as much time with her as she can before that happens.

except it doesn’t happen. she’s kind and smart, so unbelievable smart, and dry and biting. she snores when she sleeps and get snappy when he interrupts her reading, refuses to drink milk and hates brushing her hair, so more often than not it’s up in a truly awful ponytail. he likes these things about her best, because her little imperfections, her temper and her skittering attention, the messy way she eats, all make her human. she’s flawed, and each new one havoc finds delights him, because the fact that she leaves crumbs on the counter brings her just a little closer to his level.

they keep going out. the brother shows up, and gives him one overly-firm handshake, then takes his lead from eden. she’s happy with him, so alphonse is happy with him, but he imagines the easy friendship he shares with the other man would disintegrate the second eden indicates she’s moved on from him. eden talks about her classes and the kids in them, which ones are good students and which ones aren’t, and havoc keeps meaning to ask what exactly she’s studying but it keeps slipping his mind. he listens to her talk about it for hours, but it’s all science mumbo jumbo and honestly goes in one ear and out the other. he just likes listening to her talk when she’s excited.

she follows him home about a month in, and the sex is so amazingly mind numbingly good it almost doesn’t seem real.

she comes to office one day to meet him for lunch, a first because she hates his office and his work and the impasse they’ve managed to maintain about his career is that they just don’t talk about it much. but she shows up, pretty pale pink dress and softly curled hair, looking close to the delicate country girl they all expected her to be. havoc is running late, and when he shows up it’s to eden sitting on hawkeye’s desk and laughing with the woman. it’s a terrifying experience. he didn’t know hawkeye could laugh.

but she’s around more after that, befriends hawkeye, and jean finds out that eden met catherine armstrong on campus and they’re fast friends, she spends a lot of time at the Armstrong mansion. and havoc is sure that’s it, that eden will meet strong, rich alex and their relationship will go out in flames. but it doesn’t happen, eden keeps asking to see him and he keeps saying yes.

it’s been almost a year when eleanor barks down the line, “are you going to marry this girl or not, jean?”

“i don’t know if that’s something she’s interested in,” he says, because he’s not the marrying sort, but for eden? he would be willing. he’d be a husband if it meant having eden as a wife.

his grandmother scoffs down the line, “she’s a smart girl, jean. if she’s still seeing you, she’s interested in it. she didn’t move to central to date you. the girl wants to be a housewife.”

and jean hems and haws, but the thing is he does love eden. and maybe, just maybe, eden loves him. so he goes to hawkeye for help, and she goes, “oh thank god, finally.” havoc is offended for all of two seconds before realizing that means eden’s been waiting for him to propose. yes.

he’s walking down the street with her after a movie, holding up his jacket over both of them as some sort of minimal protection from the rain. there’s a ring burning a hole in his pocket, but thanks to the torrential downpour this is not the romantic evening he intended. they see roy, and are confused for about to seconds until they see serial killer scar going to attack him. havoc yells at eden to run, and she does – right at the serial killer.

but then she does something he’s never seen her do, she claps her hand together and blue energy cracks in the air, and – she’s an alchemist?

he really should have had that conversation about what she’s studying at university.

she good, incredible good, and he knew she worked out, but he didn’t know she was combat trained. she launches a relentless alchemica/physical attack against scar that has him running away with his tail between his legs. ed’s helping roy up when jean runs up and grabs her by shoulders to shout, “you’re an alchemist!”

“what,” she blinks, “of course I am? i talk about it all the time! i know i teach the advanced theoretical alchemy seminar, but my knowledge isn’t theoretical. what kind of professor would i be if I didn’t’ test my own theories before teaching them?”

“teach,” he says faintly, “professor. right.” he’s such an idiot, eden isn’t attending central university, she’s teaching there.

she gives him an odd look, and okay, his girlfriend is way more awesome and too good for him than he previously thought, but that doesn’t change anything.

“will you marry me?” he asks. they’re sweat, rain, and blood soaked. roy has horrible gash on his side, and he thinks eden might have a broken arm. he had a speech planned, but he can’t remember it right now. “you do still want to be a housewife, right?” he knows better now, that eden will never be the traditional housewife. but he can give her a home and his name, and, oh god, kids, when she wants them. he’ll give her everything within his power to give her, if only she’ll take it.

finally,” eden and roy say at the same time, and havoc doesn’t have the time to get flustered before she’s kissing him.

and they all lived happily ever after

When you’re stressed about family and work, and Sunggyu comforts you

Scenario: You’re stressed out about work, family and friends, and Sunggyu
does his best to make you feel better ~
Rating: cute and sexy!
Word Count: 2005

You stormed into your apartment, kicking off your shoes angrily and stomping down the corridor to your bedroom, throwing yourself onto your bed and yelling into your pillow. After a few moments, you calmed down enough to look at your phone. Two missed calls from your mother, and a text from Sunggyu. At least the text was welcome.

Hey, the rice cooker is broken at our place 

so shall I come to yours tonight instead?

I’ll bring food! Xoxo

You sighed, rolling over onto your back and staring at the ceiling before quickly messaging your boyfriend back to say it was fine. Work had been a nightmare today. Not only had you arrived late because of an accident on the roads causing delays, you had forgotten to pick up a coffee for your boss on the way, which made her pretty much impossible to be around until lunchtime when she finally got her caffeine fix. A lunchtime, by the way, that you had to work through because two of your co-workers were off sick with the flu. On top of all of this, your mother was on your back again about the apartment. She hadn’t been happy about you moving out to start with, and now that your housemate had moved out with hardly any notice, you were struggling to make ends meet. She wanted you to move back in to the family home, but that was seriously the last thing you wanted. 

Standing up, you stretched your arms up over your head and sighed. Stripping off your work clothes, you changed into leggings and a big oversized tshirt, pleased to be out of your restrictive pencil skirt and especially happy to be out of your bra. Now it was time to lie around on the sofa while you waited for Sunggyu to get to yours. You made sure to leave the door on the latch and then took your place on the couch, your legs dangling over the arm and your head propped up on one of the cushions. Soon enough, you heard a knock at the door. 

  “It’s open!” You called half-heartedly down the corridor. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, stop leaving the door open! You don’t know who might come in! What if it hadn’t been me?” Your boyfriend has started complaining at you before he even made it into the room, and you found yourself smiling despite it. 

You looked up to find Sunggyu leaning over you, his face upside down from your point of view

“Did you pay attention to any of that?” He asked.

“Nope.” You said, grinning at him, “But I’m glad it was you and not some axe murderer.”

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“Take me anywhere, just away.” Is the first thing you said when Jax opened his first door.
You had been crying and you didn’t care if your eyes were red and your hair was up in a messy ponytail. Today has been awful and you want him to fix it.
“Come here.” He said grabbing your hand and walking with you into the living room.
“Tell me what’s wrong Y/N.” Jax said
“I haven’t been feeling well so I went to the doctor.” With that you started crying harder
“You’re scary me.” He said getting you to sit down.
“I lost it Jax.”
“You lost what.” Jax said not really getting what you are talking about.
“The doctor said I had a miscarriage. I’m so sorry Jax. I didn’t know I was pregnant. I’m so sorry.” You said looking at him.
Jax looked at you. He saw the women he loved in front of him crying and only worrying about his feelings. Moving between your knees he took your hands.
“Babe, look at me?” He said as you looked up at him.
Wiping away a tear he gave you a small kiss.
“Are you okay?”
“Not really. I lost our baby..”
“Y/N it wasn’t your fault. These things happen.” He said moving you both to the couch.
“You don’t blame me.” You asked him. You didn’t think you could handle it if he did.
“Of course, I don’t. I love you. We will get thru this.” He said kissing the top of your head as you cuddled next to him.
“I love you too.”
Jax held you till he felt you falling a sleep. Then he let a tear fall for a baby that will never be.

anonymous asked:

oh. my, god. mairon/ar-pharazon @.@ mairon - f5 and pharry - 7d? i would say i will you forever but i already do

“Stop trying to steal my food.”
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every sauron/pharazon pic is like mairon being a creep and pharazon going ‘why am i putting up with this again oh right fine ass and immortality’

Why Zuko has that god aweful ponytail in book 1

We should start off by saying that in ancient Asian cultures and probably still today in some places, Hair has a special significance attaching you to your family and your identity.  We know that Bryke incorporated this into the Fire Nation because:

1)  When Zuko cuts the damn thing off it’s a big deal.  And Uncle Iroh does it too.

2) Azula cutting her hair is also somewhat of a big deal.  It is implied she also has an attachment to her hair a couple of times.

3) Remember in The Promise comics.  How does Zuko go in disguise?  He covers his hair.

4) no one in the fire nation has short hair.

And we know before poop got real, Zuko had a normal ponytail.

But when he was burned, likely what happened is his hair got very singed so they shaved most of it.

But because hair is important, they can’t shave it all off.

ok.. sooo.. first of all.. nO


WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??? WHY WOULD YOU PHOTOSHOP HIM TO LOOK LIKE SOME WEIRD ASS CREATURE ON THE RIGHT EW. THAT IS NOT PERFECT OR BEAUTIFUL THAT IS FUCKING WEIRD AND CREEPY LOOKING. PERFECT IS HIS ADORABLE LITTLE MUFFIN TOP AND HIS CUTE ACNE AND HIS AWFUL PONYTAIL AND HIS CHUB THAT DOESNT MATCH HIS GREEN BEAN LEGS. THATS PERFECT. THAT IS HARRY.

After School Special: First Day Jitters

Supernatural AU

DeanxReader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,450

Summary: Imagine being an English teacher and meeting the model like history teacher.

This is for @mishasmuffin for writing me that awesome one shot. Thank you for that.

You straightened your shirt for the third time and examined yourself in the mirror turning ever so slightly to see your whole outfit. Your heart was continuously starting to beat at a faster pace.

They were high schoolers. You were a teacher.

They were going to be 18 at the oldest.

You were 27. Almost ten years older than them. You were going to be fine. You were the one in charge and they would respect you.

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

You were a kid in high school once and you remembered that the first day of school was always hell. You never knew who were going to be your teachers or who was in your class or even if you would have any classes with your friends.

As an adult, you were coming to find out, it wasn’t much better.

The butterflies were still flying around in your stomach even though you knew all the names of the kids in your class. And you were still nervous about working with all the teachers in the school even though you had met them in the summer meetings.

You never realized it as a teenager but teachers get first day of school jitters too.

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