the accuracy is amazing


↳ oh hot pink..!
↳ who could I be
↳ nochu come through
↳ the members don’t even know
↳ ok this is Jungkook
↳ put your hands up
↳ ARMY thank you so much
↳ 😘
↳ these days McCree’s accuracy is amazing
↳ now I will shoot at all your hearts ❤️️
↳ I am really grateful to overseas ARMY here too
↳ who is the most handsome in the MV?!
↳ hah
↳ right we’re all handsome hehe
↳ we’re working hard preparing for the concert!
↳ please anticipate a lot
↳ heheh thank you! I’m going to go practice hard again!
↳ see you again! 😙
↳ guns, aim, fire (lyrics from Not Today)❤️️

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make me choose confexionery asked: the be our guest feast or a dinner from tiana


Imagine Being A Student To The Winter Soldier Before The Fall Of Hydra

For @dtescohmi

“(Y/N) loosen your arm when you swing,” he snaps as he catches your punch easily.

“Yes sir,” you say and throw another punch. He lets the punch hit his hand and nods approvingly.

“You’re getting better. Again.” You swig again, and again, and again, until your knuckles bleed.

The Winter Soldier is a strict teacher but he has a soft spot for you. You can’t say why he’s gentler with you but you imagine it’s because you both experience the same mind control.

The other students are loyal to Hydra but you and the Soldier are forced. Hydra took you for your abilities and created the Soldier.

“That’s enough, dismissed,” the Winter Soldier orders in a clipped tone. The rest of the students disperse but you hang back. The Winter Soldier approaches you and the two of you quickly pretend to be practicing.

“When can we speak without ears?” you whisper to him.

“Midnight at my room, there’ll be no guards,” he murmurs. You throw a punch and it hits him in the shoulder.

“I’m getting better,” you say and walk briskly away.


The Winter Soldier and you have been meeting in secret for a year, since the day he saw a Hydra officer beat you for disobeying. You are kindred spirits, the two of you.

Every second with him is a second away from hell and for that you are grateful beyond belief.


“My soldier calls,” you murmur as you nudge open his door. You’ve both memorized the guard rotation and turning of the cameras so you can slip in and out at just the right times.

“And my student answers,” he returns and takes your hand pulling you in and shutting the door softly behind you. His lips are on yours in a second and your fingers tangle in his long hair.

“Say my name, my real name,” he requests. During brief moments of memory he tells you everything so you can whisper it to him on nights like these.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” you breathe. “You were a sergeant in the 107th US regiment during the war.”

“And you’re (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). You were visiting Russia with your father the ambassador, he enlisted you in Hydra to make use of your unique abilities,” he returns and you smile. His flesh hand is cupping your cheek while his metal one holds to your waist. You hold his face in your hands and make sure to maintain a steady gaze.

“You had a scrawny best friend named Steve, you called him punk,” you utter and give him a chaste kiss. “His mothers name was Sarah and he wore newspapers in his shoes.”

“Thank you, I love you.” He pulls you in for a impassioned kiss that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. Only with James do you ever feel emotions besides fear and despair.

“I love you too.”

For a long moment you just hold each other close, sharing a heartbeat and even breathing.

“You have a knack for knowing what others feel and making them feel whatever you could wish,” he adds after a quiet moment. “But you don’t use it unless you’re told because you hate having that much power over another.”

“And you have amazing strength, accuracy, and heightened senses that put you above the rest but you only use them if you’re told because you hate feeling superior.”

“You love me,” he states.

“You love me,” you return.

“And we’ll both never love another,” you both promise at the same time.

Your lips meet once again in fiery sparks and raw emotion.

In the time of Hydra James Buchanan Barnes is your only solace.


A week later James disappears from your base and the last you hear from him is ‘I hope I remember you.’

A week after that Captain America reveals Hydra and destroys most of it but the Winter Soldier vanishes.

You managed to escape during the chaos and vanish yourself.

With your newfound freedom you search for him.


“Allow me to pay,” you interject and hand currency to the vendor. The vendor hands over the goods and the man you’re paying for looks up, staring at you with wide eyes.

It’s James, he’s buying plums of all things. You mod your head and lead him to an alleyway out f sight. He follows wordlessly.

“I am (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) we knew each other in the compound. I told you facts about your life whenever they’d make you forget, and we loved each other.”

“You’re (Y/N), you helped me stay calm during episodes,” he utters. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

First-Date BAIT!

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Genre: Fluff
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First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait.
Why waste your time with awkward first dates?

He’s late.

That’s not a good sign.

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so I just had a pretty incredibly exciting celebrity run-in on the bus home from work (in Vancouver). I was sitting across from these two ladies who were talking to the girls beside me. As soon as I saw them, I immediately thought I recognized them as the White-Faced Women from Netflix’s A Series of Unfortunate Events.

Their faces, their glasses, their hair, their voices were all a perfect match, and the way they talked to the girls and joked off of each other clearly pegged them as actors. Given that ASOUE was my favourite book series for years and years, there was no way I couldn’t say anything, so I hesitantly asked if they were who I thought they were, and lo and behold, it was them! (Joyce Robbins [Woman 1] on the left of my pic, Jacqueline Robbins [Woman 2] on the right).

They were on their way back from a long day of shooting season 2, and they were raving about how amazing the new season was, even bigger and better than the first. They gushed with affection for the books and how Netflix has lovingly brought it to life with such great accuracy and creativity, Daniel Handler’s amazing writing skills for paper and screen, all the crew that make it possible, and the endless fun of working with Neil Patrick Harris. They had spent a good portion of the day working on learning a dance with him, and were both exhausted from it. I commented on how it made sense, then, that their hair was done up like that, since they’d just come back from filming. They revealed that they always wear their hair like that, and that Netflix liked it so much at the audition that they made it a part of the costume, and even put it in the wigs they wore for disguises.

They also asked me stuff about me, and I could barely get words out in my giddy excitement. It was pretty pretty cool. The people around us on the bus didn’t know what they were from, but were smiling fondly at their enthusiasm about their show and their work and my enthusiasm about meeting them!

Sketchy 👀📝

Summary: Steve’s been crushing on you for a while but is forcing down his feelings….Well all that  tension has to go somewhere… and it manifests in his sketchbook.

Warnings:Language, not much else I think, it’s long lol I got carried away

Note: This is my first ever fic, feedback is appreciated! Even if its just ‘It was too fast paced’. Thanks for reading!

Steve Rogers had a problem. For some reason he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you. It’s like his eyeballs had decided to separate from the rest of his body and follow you. Constantly.

This problem had started about a year and a half ago when you had come to the compound and started working with the reconstructed Avengers. You were a former SHEILD agent, hand to hand combat and espionage were your strong suits. You were also friendly and smart.

Steve knew he was in trouble when his first thoughts on meeting you were about how pretty you were. So he maintained his distance from you, keeping cordial and almost cool relationship. But keeping his distance didn’t stop his mind from wandering. Or his eyes.

“Wow,I really ain’t shit to you”

Steve’s head whipped around to meet Bucky’s grin.

“Huh, sorry?” Steve mumbles. Bucky laughs. “I was tryin’ to ask ya if you wanted some eggs,but your mind seems to have wandered.” Bucky leans against the kitchen counter top, they had just completed their morning run, and had showered before heading into the kitchen to grab breakfast. Where Steve found you already sitting on a stool at the end of the counter, talking to Natasha and a visiting Clint. You were wearing that skirt, the pleated white  one that was short enough to make him sweat a little every time he saw you in it.

“Oh, I’ll have some, sorry ‘bout that” Steve says.

“Oh no, it’s fine, after all your mind seems to have wandered to more… pleasing things.”  he jerks his head in the direction of your figure. If it was possible, Bucky’s grin gets wider. “Damn now those are some legs.” He gives a low whistle. Steve feels his face heat up and he whips his head around to make sure you didn’t hear. But you were too far away and too involved in your conversation. Bucky’s recovery is still ongoing, but in the past couple of years he slowly but surely made marked progress. Enough progress that he began to socialize and started giving Steve a hard time again. Steve’s glad that he is feeling better, but man if he wasn’t a pain in the ass sometimes.

“Don’t you have some fuckin’ eggs to make?” Steve hisses lowly throwing Bucky a glare, who in turn just laughs and grabs a saucepan from the counter.

“You’re not as slick as you think Stevie,”

Steve’s brow furrows as he tries to apply the right amount of pressure to get the shading right. Now more so than ever Steve finds himself turning to drawing as a way to relax. He had opened some windows in the kitchen and sat at one of the stools at the counter with some coffee and a snack. He finds he goes through phases,  a section of his sketchbook was filled with sketches of birds, followed by drawings of only buildings, and then depressingly desolate landscapes. But now he’s going through a different phase. One that has him checking over his shoulder every time he sketches out in the open. Recently it seems like his infatuation with you bubbled over into his drawings. He smudges the shadows that fill out the curve of your smile. The page he’s working on is filled with sketches of your face in different expressions. The one before that was of your face at different angles. 

He supposed it would be easier to forget you if you weren’t so sweet. And patient. And funny. Steve had had several moments where he almost laughed at a joke you had made when he wasn’t even in the conversation. And even though he tried to give you the brush off you always were friendly when interacting with him…and those legs…He found himself flipping the page and before he even knew what he was doing, the outline of you  sitting on a stool, legs crossed, was on the page. Then your figure in that tight dress you wore to the last party Tony threw joins it. His neck heats up. A sketch of your ass from that one time you wore tiny cutoff shorts soon follows. Damn he still thinks about those shorts sometimes. His whole body heats up. He feels like a creep, drawing you, but he can’t help himself….and admitting that makes him feel creepier. He rubs his hands over his face and groans.

“Rough day?” Your voice makes him jump, but when he catches sight of you he almost falls off the stool. You’re wearing a red bikini and water is trickling down your body. You seem hell-bent on giving him a heart attack.

“Something like that,” He says stiffly, flipping pages back in his sketchbook when you turn to get something from the fridge. His eyes trace your form, and he bites his lip to keep from groaning out loud. ‘How is it even possible?’ Steve thinks to himself ‘to have a body that looks that good?’ You bend over slightly to get something and Steve feels himself start to sweat. ‘I gotta get outta here.’

“Well,its an amazing day outside.” You stand up straight and turn towards him, Holding two water bottles and a Popsicle “I’m gonna spend the day by the rooftop pool, swimming and trying to finish my book…if you want to join?” Your voice tips up hopefully at the end. It takes a moment for Steve to realize you asked him something because he’s too busy watching the path of water droplets down your body while trying to not look like he’s watching water drip down your body. His mind scrambles and goes then blank.

“No thank you,” he finally musters and it comes out harsher than he intended. And Steve’s too busy getting the hell out of the kitchen to see your hurt expression. Or realize that he left behind his sketchbook.

Steve makes a bee-line to where he knows Bucky will be. He finds the brunette sitting in his usual spot, this time joined by Sam, and playing checkers. This makes Steve crack a smile. The two are constantly giving each other shit, but they’ll never admit that they’ve become pretty good friends.

Steve screeches to a halt in front of the window seat.

“Ya got the devil chasing ya or somethin’, Steve?” Bucky looks up and smiles at Steve.

“No something much worse.” Steve sighs and plops down on the floor in front of them. The men exchange an amused  glance.

“What, Y/N caught you drilling holes into her head?” Sam says. Steve’s head whips up.

“Excuse me?”

Sam and Bucky burst out laughing.

“Man you think you’re subtle?” Sam snickers. Bucky moves his checker and snorts. “Like I said, ya ain’t slick, Stevie.”

“I-I uh,” Steve stutters, flushing.

“I’m pretty sure even Fury’s noticed by now” Sam says moving his checker and Bucky chokes, coughing out a laugh.

“Just make a move already.” Bucky says.”Ya obviously like ‘er and the distant act ain’t fooling nobody, what with the way you watch her.”

“Amen.” Sam says, and raises an eyebrow. “And lets be real, a girl that smart and that fine won’t stay single for long.” Bucky nods.

Steve groans, running his hands through his hair. “Shuddap, don’t you guys have a game to play?”

Bucky and Sam share another smirk, but keep quiet, focusing back in on their checker game. Steve sits back and watches them play, listening to them making small talk. But his mind keeps on wandering back your body in that bikini…. he wanted to be able to call you his ….what he wouldn’t give to just hold you…. …you always looked so soft….

He doesn’t know how much later, but he knows he must have zoned out for a little bit because Sam is snapping his fingers in from of his face get his attention and the checker game is put away.

“Hey you want to order a pizza and watch a movie?”

“Yeah sounds good.” Steve smiles and stands, stretching, his joints making popping sounds. The three men make their way down the hallway and are entering the living room when Steve hears a voice calling his name.

It’s you. And you’re holding his sketchbook.

Steve’s stomach bottoms out. ‘Can Captain America enroll in witness protection program?’

“Hey, mind if I talk to you for a bit?” You say, jerking your head towards the hallway, and Steve nods glumly. His heart is pounding painfully and he squares himself for the inevitable rejection and disgust. He follows you into the hallway. Scratching the back of his neck.

“Listen I-” he starts, but you interrupt.

“You know you’re a really good artist. The birds almost looked they were gonna fly off the page.” You hold up his sketchbook “I’m really sorry about being nosy, but you left it open….and your art is amazing.” You sheepishly look down.

Steve’s eyes widen. Maybe you hadn’t flipped far enough to see the drawings of yourself? Relief soaks down his body.

“Uh thanks,” he says, taking the sketchbook and moving to get away.

“Wait, can I ask you something?” You say and he nods, freezing.

“Do you draw from memory or use models?” you ask curiously.

“Uh, usually I like having whatever I’m drawing in front of me for the beginning of the sketch, it helps with accuracy.” Steve mumbles.

“Oh, okay” you say, and step closer and closer until Steve can feel the warmth of your body heat. Steve swears he stops breathing. “You know,” you start, your face a hairsbreadth away from his. “You really are an amazing artist. But if it helps with accuracy you should let me know the next time you’re going to draw my ass. I’d love to model for you.” with that You smirk and turn, heading back down the hallway. Steve stays frozen for a few more seconds staring  at your retreating figure before glancing back to the living room where Sam and Bucky are arguing over movie choices and then back at the hallway.

There’s no question.

“Hey! Y/N wait up a second!”

So heres a rant about Lefou with some points that I think a lot of people are missing. He's just a character that has a thing for dudes.

I get that we all want More™ representation for the lbgt+ community but I think his inclusion (and the way it was handled) was done EX-TREAMly well. This wasn’t a story about a gay guy. It was a story about a headstrong girl challenging gender norms and becoming a furry due to stockholm syndrome. This wasn’t meant to be a story about a gay guy.

While more reprensentation is deffiently on our wish lists, I believe that this movie is a sign of what is to come. It’s a stepping stone and I think we need to stop discrediting it. ((also the movie was flipping beautiful so stop!!))

People are mad that The Fool was our tokin gay guy but honestly!? Disney deliberately transformed The Fool into such a beautiful person? His character development was spectacular and well paced. The growing tension between his morals and Gaston as time went on, his singing numbers were fab, and he had his own mini redemption arc and became a hero at the end! Plus his happy ending was.. like perfect???

Some people are mad at his “it was *only* two seconds (if that)” of dance time but. like. Thats the trope.? Its suuuch a common trope for the sidekick character to cutely/clumsily bump into their love in the last scene of the movie with the music playing and get their alluded happily ever after. that. like? How are you mad at that?? This feel good trope is so well known and now its being twisted because you wanted more gayness? This wasn’t *his* story!

And like. his gayness didn’t even begin and end in that scene?? He was fab at the tavern and all throughout the darn movie flaunting his stuff, winking at gaston and comfortably, unapologetically being himself. ((I mean. Thats the kind of representation i want)) Le Fou is so much more than just his orientation and I think Disney did an amazing job at portraying that. Disney made a dynamic character with a compelling story (that stole the heart of damn near everyone who watched the movie) who just so happened to be gay. And I think thats great??? It would have been totally different if his being gay was the focal part of his character but he is so much more than just that label!

Honestly, Lefou’s character representation in this film shows how much Disney cares about this. I doubt they want to throw something together to appease our hungry butts but have it done the wrong way or not at the right time. And besides, as sad as it is, the world isn’t ready for Disney to just: BAM GAY!! all up on everyone. Yeah, sure it wasn’t perfect. But there was so much more to this movie. There was POC romance, a fab crossdresser, historical accuracy, amazing character development all around, backstory, beautiful animation and the soundtrack (Oh the soundtrack! Be still my beating heart!) I find it hard to believe people are walking out of there bitter.

Beauty and the Beast wasn’t going to be ‘The Film About a Gay Guy.’ But I believe this is a colossal step in the right direction to getting one.


This movie isn’t about a gay guy. Lefou isn’t just a gay guy. Disney turned him into so much more.

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i’ve read every interview there is where Ross talked about playing Zach so i’ve been trying to piece together his descriptions and clues about his characters and let me just say i’m so blown away by his acting! he paid so much attention to detail and the accuracy of his facial expressions in every scene is amazing. i love how he changed his body language entirely when Zach was with his family, you can see in the way he stood when Karen was around that Zach both fears and respects his mother. you can see the look of adoration on his face whenever he looks at his little sister. the whole Dempsey family dynamics is my absolute favorite, and Ross made it feel so real and relatable.


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Just dating Prompto Argentum things:

  • You are oh so lucky to have sunshine incarnate as your boyfriend, Prompto Argentum. He’s just so… Fresh. Outwardly, he’s funny, goofy, sweet and chipper, but its not like he’s some dumb blonde. Prompto also has depth, street smarts and understands the true value of smile during tough times. Anyone should be so lucky to have Prompto in their lives and you have him as your partner. Ohh I’m so jealous!

  • So before you date, there’s a point where the guys get really frustrated at Prompto for mentioning your name. He just wants to talk about you so much. All the time. Every day. The blond worries about what you think of him because he’s not cool like Noctis, he’s not super intelligent like Ignis and he’s not buff and charismatic like Gladio. What if you prefer any of them over him? Like, he can’t match up to that. His feelings for you bring out a lot of insecurities and it’s not until you’re actually dating that these negative feelings ease off a little bit. Remember to reassure him that you love him for being himself. You don’t want someone like Noctis or Ignis or Gladiolus. You want Prompto and only him! It makes the blonde really happy to hear it.

  • Oh boy, I hope you like getting your photos taken because Prompto will be very hard to stop. If you’re insistent he won’t show anyone else the photos, but he totally wants to take them for himself. Maybe just let him indulge in his photography of you. Let’s be real, they’re the best looking photos that you’ve seen of yourself. Your boyfriend is an amazing photographer and somehow manages to capture the best sides of you at the best moments. “I dunno, I guess I just want people to see you how I see you…” He sheepishly tries to explain one day. God, he’s so cute. He needs to be punched in the mouth with your mouth immediately.

  • Speaking of photos, so many selfies. So many! The ones with you and Prompto are really cute, but some of the best ones are honestly the ones where the boys are photobombing you with silly faces and poses. There are two that Prompto ends up giving you to carry around, one with just you and him at sunset in Lestallum and another where the guys are photobombing you with chocobos in the background. It’s the only photo you’ve see where Noctis is pulling a cross-eyed face. It’s fantastic.

  • Dates involving chocobos. Enough said. Don’t love the chocobo more than you’re boyfriend though. He’ll get a bit jealous! One memorable date involves going to the farm, meeting Wiz and allll the cute fat baby chocobos. You spend the day looking after them with Prompto. It’s absolutely adorable watching your boyfriend with the hatchlings.
    “Check it out, I’m such a chick magnet!” The blond snickers with an armful of fluffy yellow chicks. Maybe one is nestled in his hair on top of his head. Hhhhhhhhhhh so cute, another punch in the mouth with your mouth is very much required. 

  • So Prompto will definitely try to show off. He can’t warp like Noctis can, he’s not super strong like Gladio and he can’t come up with perfect strats like Ignis, but honey, you will not find a better sharpshooter around. Prompto can execute the most amazing shots during battle at amazing speed and incredible accuracy. It’s kind of terrifying and all kinds of impressive! Be sure to praise Prompto over his skills, he’ll loooooove it. It gives him so much confidence and he kind of melts when you gush over anything he does. Prompto is also really good at singing? I mean sure he just whistles or jokingly hums and sings tunes on the road, but sometimes you’ll catch him actually singing and holy shit if it doesn’t get you giddy at least a little bit, you are lying through your damned teeth.

  • He’ll confess to you eventually that sometimes he doesn’t feel like he belongs. For some reason, Prompto never quite tells you the whole story until he’s ready, but seeing the blond so down is heart wrenching. Be sure to let him know that despite how he feels, no matter what, he will always have a place with you.
    “I’ll be your home, Prompto. You don’t have to worry.”
    He can’t really believe it at first, but you can tell he’s grateful as he gathers you up in his arms and gives you a tight hug and a gentle kiss.

Welcome to the Turn fandom where historical accuracy doesn’t exist, amazing fanfiction is hardly anywhere, you struggle to hate certain British people, and we sob about Anna Strong, Major Hewlett, smol Sprout, and Ben Tallmadge but we still manage to live.

anonymous asked:

I just found your blog! Great job on your fics!! Would you mind doing a thing with either Soldier 76 or McCree with this prompt: “This is what I was trying to avoid! All of this!” I got it from one of the posts you reblogged :)

How about both? 

(Sorry these are so bad lmao I’m getting back into writing. The Jesse one went a different way than I wanted so if you’d like a rewrite just let me know!! I tried not to make them too similar ahh)

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Otayuri Hogwarts au!! Established relationship btw

Yuri Plisetsky strode out to the Quidditch pitch, broom in one hand and bat in the other. It was the first game of the season for the young Slytherin and he couldn’t be more excited. He had been a first string Beater since his second year and now it was his fifth year. He had four years of Quidditch under his belt yet every he walked out onto the pitch he felt as excited and pumped as he did his first time. He smirked with confidence as he looked at the other team that they were facing today.Gryffindor. He knew they were a good team but he thought that his team could beat them. They train hard everyday and their captain and other beater, Mila Babicheva, was always keeping on top of them to make sure that they were in the best shape.

He scanned the crowds in search for his boyfriend and Hufflepuffs Seeker , Otabek Altlin, who had promised that he would be at the game. Sure enough his eyes landed on him in the stands next to other Hufflepuffs, giving him a thumbs up. The blond returned it and got ready to mount his broom when he saw the referee/defense against the dark arts teacher/head of Slytherin,Professor Nikiforov, bring the whistle to his lips to his lips to signal the start of the game. The snitch and bludgers were released and soon the quaffle was in the air and the game had begun!


”Yuri Plisetsky, The fairy of Slytherin,smashes a bludger into Katherine Adams and she drops the quaffle, which is picked up by Sandra Canning of Slytherin!” Professor Chulanont said through the speakers. Yuri gritted his teeth at the ridiculous nickname he had been given. Sure he was smaller than the average beater and he didn’t have the most masculine of looks but he hated it being brought up. He zoomed over to the closest bludger and whacked it straight at the announcer’s booth. Professor Chulanont ducked just in time to not get his face smashed in. “Amazing accuracy from the fai-ahem. From Yuri Plisetsky of Slytherin” Yuri snickered as he went back to focusing on the game. They were up 50 to 30 but they needed the snitch to win.Georgi was doing a good job of keeping the goal, searching the crowd for Anya after every save he made.An hour in he saw his own Seeker and Gryffindor’s Seeker speeding towards the same direction, the snitch. The Gryffindor Seeker was clearly ahead so Yuri quickly smacked a bludger in their direction, throwing the Gryffindor Seeker off their course and allowed his own Seeker to catch the snitch. The final score was 230 to 50. Yuri whooped in celebration and did a victory lap around the pitch. When he finally landed, Mila scooped him up and raised him above her head. He struggled as she carried him off.

When they finally got to the changing rooms she put him down and he huffed as he changed out of his Quidditch robes and into a set of muggle clothes since it was Saturday. He put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a leopard print hoodie. The blond wasn’t feeling like going to the party the house was holding in celebration of their win. It was too noisy, the music always sucked and someone always brought fire whiskey and dealing with drunk assholes was not his idea of a fun night. He decided to walk around the grounds for a while. He walked down by the lake and sat next to a tree by the shore and scanned the water, his mind wandering to all sorts of things like quidditch, school work he should be doing and what his cat, Alina, was doing. Lost in thought he didn’t notice the three sixth year Gryffindors that were creeping up on him till one blocked his view.
“What the fuck do you want, assholes” he said as he looked up with a sneer. The three of them were all taller than him. One had dirty blonde hair that was a complete mess like he had never heard of a comb in his life. Another one had longish black hair and had it in a ponytail. The last one also had black hair but it was cut short and was slicked back by way too much gel. The gel obsessed one was clearly the leader of this bullshit gang because he stepped forward and was the one to speak.
“You pulled a bitch move out there, ‘Fairy of Slytherin’, hitting our Seeker like that.” The greasy haired leader said, using air quotes around Fairy of Slytherin. Yuri rolled his eyes as he stood up and crossed his arms.
“Listen here, fuckstain, if you had actually watched the game you would have seen that I never hit her and if you fucking knew anything about quidditch you would also know that the Beaters job is to fucking hit people.” He huffed glared at the leader.
“Did you guys hear that? The little kitten here is trying to be tough to us.” The other two snickered behind him. “He’s trying to roar at us lions. Keep to being a cheating snake, would you?” He grabbed the front of Yuri’s shirt and reared back his fist. Yuri had his wand halfway out before he heard a familiar voice shout. He turned his head towards the voice and saw Otabek jogging over to them with a very pissed off look on his face. The idiot squad must have noticed it too because the leader let go of the Slytherin’s shirt and all three of them backed away.
“What’s going on here?” Otabek questioned with his arms crossed.
“Oh um nothing! We were just having a friendly talk right guys? We’re just gonna uh go.” All three speed walked back to the castle and Yuri huffed.
“Beka you didn’t need to save me I was going to handle it.” Yuri smoothed out his shirt and put away his wand.
Otabek snorted a that. “I know that but you would have handled it by royally fucking them up with hexes and gotten yourself expelled. You’re welcome.” He ruffled the blond’s hair and kissed his cheek. Yuri blushed a bit at the sudden display of affection.
“Yeah yeah thanks or whatever.” Yuri grabbed his boyfriend’s hand as the two of them started making their way back to the castle. “Hey what would you have done if your muscles and scary eyebrows didn’t scare them off?”
The Hufflepuff rolled his eyes. “I would have threatened to give them detention. I am a prefect after all.”
Yuri bumped the seventh year with his shoulder. “You’re no fun,” he joked.
Otabek placed a hand that was previously in the Slytherin’s grip on his chest in mock offense. “And here I was going to suggest we did a mock duel when we got back to the castle but I guess if I’m no fun…” he trailed off and started to move away.
Yuri jumped on his back to keep him from walking away. “There is no way in hell you are going to tempt me with a mock duel then just walk away, jerk face.” Otabek laughed nearly causing him to drop Yuri.
“Yura holy shit calm down. It was a joke.” Yuri simply huffed in reply and kissed Otabek’s temple.
“You’re lucky your cute” he said before resting his chin on Otabek’s shoulder as the other carried him to the castle
Professor Katsuki was startled away from the papers he was grading by a loud knock on his office door. “Oh uh yes come in,” he said as he straightened his papers. Yuri and Otabek walked into the transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor’s office with Yuri leading.
“Hey Professor Katsudon could you be the supervisor for the duel that me and Beka want to have?” he said gesturing to the Hufflepuff.
“Why would you two want to duel? You have been such good friends for a while now and you seem to have a wonderful relationship! Are you sure there isn’t another way to settle your dispute, whatever that might be?” Professor Katsuki said quickly, looking nervously at the two students. Yuri scoffed and was about to reply with a snarky remark before Otabek cut him off.
“Thank you for your concern, sir, but we simply want to have a practice duel. Think it would be beneficial to both of us a learning experience since there is never much practice of it” Otabek said in his best prefect voice.
“That actually sounds like a valid reason. But why didn’t the two of you ask your own heads of house?” Professor Katsuki questioned.
Yuri crossed his arms and replied before Otabek could stop him. “Nikiforov is an over excited idiot who has the attention span of a goldfish and Giacometti is ridiculous. You’re nice-ish and our last option.”
“Um thank you, Yurio. That was nice? I’ll supervise your duel. Let’s go then!” Professor Katsuki said as he stood up and smoothed out his robes. He lead the duo down to the duel room and let them in. Yuri smirked as the two of them got on the dueling platform and took out their wands. The pair bowed and turned to take their steps with their wands held up. Professor Katsuki announced the duels start and they both turned around with lightning speed.
“Expeliarmis!” Yuri shouted before Otabek could get a word in. With the Hufflepuffs wand now gone, Yuri did a quick body binding spell, winning the duel.
“Woo! Haha I finally won! 15 lost duels and I finally kicked your ass!” The Slytherin pumped his fist and Otabek, who was still under the effects of the spell could only foundly roll his eyes. Professor Katsuki quickly did the reversal spell on the seventh year and Otabek got up with a groan.
“Yeah yeah good job, Yura.” He gave Yuri a thumbs up and Yuri mirrored it. It was basically their signature handshake at this point. A signal of trust and love. Yuri let out one of his rare bright smiles.
“I know!” He said walking out to the great hall for dinner, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Otabek put his arm around Yuri’s shoulders and pulled him in closer, his thumb lightly rubbing the other’s shoulder.
Professor Katsuki smiled and shook his head slightly at the blossoming of young love before him.

@altisetsky finished the editing! I’m thinking of starting a full fic based off this starting from Yura’s first year. What do you guys think?

Gaston evaluation

Ok, if you haven’t seen the live action of Beauty and the Beast, PLEASE GO WATCH IT NOW.  IT MELTED MY STONE COLD HEART AND I’VE BEEN CRYING SINCE SATURDAY!!!  *ahem*  Anyway… I have some observations that need to be made concerning Gaston:  

Originally posted by despairingfever

In the “Gaston” song, Gaston says that he “aims for the liver and shoots the beast from behind” or something like that whenever he’s on a hunt.  NOW.  Fastforward to the end where Gaston does just that with the Beast!  Holy cow!  What amazing foreshadowing! 

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Furthermore, in the big fight scene we see the great hunting prowess of Gaston.  He shoots his target accurately 3 times in a row and never misses!  That’s crazy, especially considering the fact that he’s shooting with a 1700s pistol, which we all know were worthless pieces of crap when it came to accuracy.  

Basically, Gaston’s inflated ego is completely validated. He’s an amazing huntsman, if a cowardly killer.    

Anyway, just wanted to babble about this movie.  

anonymous asked:

Can I have the kalas starter evolution lines pls?

Sure!! ^^


* They’ll chew on all different kinds of sticks and twigs, no matter how big they are. They can skip food completely and get their nutrition from the sticks. Sometimes they’ll hoard the sticks and keep small piles of them scattered about.

* They’re super snugly and love to sit on their trainer’s lap or sleep with them in their bed. Since they’re always warm they’re perfect for sleeping with on cold nights.


* They’re great to teamwork with and will adjust itself as so to help out their fellow pokemon teammates. Although sometimes if they’re working with a pokemon they don’t like, they’ll sabotage the other pokemon to earn their trainer’s favor.

* At this stage they’ll start practicing psychic moves for when they evolve. They’ll try to copy different psychic pokemon and their moves, practicing all day until they feel they can do it right.


* It’s normal to see a Delphox staring into the flames coming out of their stick. They does this to achieve focus and power up their fire and psychic powers. They’ll mostly do this before battles but sometimes you can catch them doing this late into the night.

* They can manipulate the flames they make to do whatever they wish. They’ll sometimes do this outside of battle for practice but once in a while they’ll do this just for fun. They like to make swirling patterns out of the flames and will sometimes get lost in thought doing this.


* They like to rough house with other pokemon, it’s their way of having fun and making friends. They never intentionally hurt the other pokemon though and are good sports.

* The helmet on it’s head is made out of a very strong type of wood. You can hit it with anything and it won’t faze the Chespin one bit. The Chespin will retaliate at whoever attacked it with it’s quills.


* They will never start a fight, no matter the circumstances. They’ll try to make friends with whoever is picking on them and will always treat them with kindness.

*  They like seeing their trainers happy. Whenever their trainer looks upset they’ll try to cheer them up by bringing them things they know their trainer likes or doing something silly to make them laugh.


* They’re very protective and won’t hesitate to put themselves in danger to protect other pokemon or their trainer. If they see danger coming they’ll grab their trainer in their arms and turn their back towards the attack to shield the both of them from it.

* They don’t like participating in pokemon battles at all. They don’t want to hurt anyone or anything no matter what they did and will refuse to take part in battles unless it’s absolutely necessary.


* They always have a cheery attitude and almost nothing can bring down their mood. They’re not oblivious though and are always aware of what’s going on around them.

* They’ll sometimes make little bubbles from their skin. They’re mainly used for protecting themselves from attacks but once in a while they’ll make these bubbles for itself and other pokemon to play with.


* They have amazing accuracy and can hit anything with it’s water no matter where it is. They like it when their trainer sets up different target practices for them.

* They like to jump from rooftop to rooftop. Some trainers who are into parkour have this pokemon go along with them on their runs. This usually turns into a race between the trainer and their pokemon.


* They like to tease their opponents during battle, disappearing and then reappearing in different places to confuse and anger the other pokemon.

* They’re loyal to their trainers and won’t question their commands even one bit. They don’t care if their trainer is good or bad, they are their for their trainers.

Not All Wounds Heal (Part 10/?) (Avengers/SHIELD x reader)

Part 9

When Nick had decided that they had exhausted their every last option with how to help you rid your mind of memories that were never even your own, he was only then beginning to feel desperate.  It wasn’t when Phil flat-out refused to let you anywhere near TAHITI by threatening to destroy the mechanism, or when the Soldier came to life within you for a few terrifying minutes that left your hand tightly crushing his throat; no, those moments weren’t what scared him.  

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