the way they all look at him

over the years, we’ve seen namjoon be put in the back of all dance formations as he hasn’t always been able to keep up or preform it as powerfully as the others, but in the recent comebacks especially not today we see him as part of the main front line, the main dancers and you can see him putting in his all. I’m so proud of how far he’s come, god knows the amount of hours he’s practice and stayed behind to practice on his own to be able to develop a skill he was less than good in. I’m so proud and so happy he’s the leader of bangtan because it truly shows how far he’ll go to improve not only for himself but for bangtan and armies

he’s truly a person everyone should look up to and admire in some way

Allura’s strength

on the official page her strength is listed as 7 from the end, the same as keith and Lance. Shiro has an extra 4 and Hunk an extra 6. 

Allura is stronger than that.

The following is all from episode 10 season 1

look at Shiro’s face. look at it. she flipping slammed a door off its hinges. 

i highly doubt keith or lance have that in them

not quite as impressive but see the way that metal dents when she grabs it? 

And my personal favourite

Shiro must be something like 70kilos and she just throws him like its nbd

I doubt i could throw a sack of potatoes that well

TL;DR Allura is badass and totally stronger than the official site says

A Voicemail
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Contains: Russian! This audio is entirely in Russian!

Yuri and Otabek have to split because of their training, so they have to rely on social media to keep in contact. However, time zones are a bitch, so Yuri leaves behind a voicemail for him. 

A/N: This was so fucking hard to do you have no idea. xD I had to do this a sentence at a time and edit it all together. But, I LOVE the way it turned out! I would love to do more like this in the future (Russian speakers please tell me how accurate I am in my translation). Translation below the cut! Also, REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! However, if you want to buy a commission, look here for info! Thank you for listening!

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Like a Prayer

Fuck me.

Actually, words wouldn’t be able to describe the way my body felt after watching Dean lean back and practically stretch out on that stupid mechanical bull for the whole damn world to see.

My heart fluttered uncontrollably inside my chest. My body went hot all over. I clenched my thighs together as my mind conjured up sinful thoughts of him and me on that fucking thing he was mounted on.

I bit my lip, my fingers itching to go and touch him. He looked so peaceful up there. So carefree. So happy. Would I be a bitch if I imposed on such a private moment?

God knew how much I loved the man, and to watch him be himself, something that I hadn’t seen in such a long time, it made me so fucking happy.

“Fuck it,” I breathed to myself as I bit my lip and slowly walked over to Larry and Dean. It was now or never, either wise I’d chicken out and I’d shove all of my feelings into a tiny drawer in the back of my mind.

His eyes were closed when I reached him so he had no idea that I was even there. Thank god, I thought to myself as I inched forward, my heart beating rapidly fast against my rib cage.

I stood right in front of his head and with one final nod, I grabbed the side of his face with both hands, ignoring the immediate snap of his opening eyes before I bent down and captured his lips with mine.

He lay there, unmoving as our mouths touched for more than a moment. When I pulled away, my face hot and beyond embarrassed that his eyes were still opened while I kissed him, he frowned.

Uhm…“ I began but Dean had straightened up on the bull and hopped off, his face still holding that serious frown. He walked over to me, reaching up his hands to hold my face, and before I knew it, his lips were connected to mine and he was kissing me with twice the effort I had put into the first one.

He pushed me back with his body until my back hit the wall at the side of the bar. His lips were passionate. Urgent. A low growl erupted from his throat as his hands slid down my back and grabbed a handful of my ass, pressing me against him.

“You have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this?” he mumbled against my skin as he trailed his lips down my throat. “Too fucking long.”

Breathless gasps left my lips as I threaded my fingers through short dark blonde strands. This was actually happening. I was literally kissing Dean against a wall. Fuck…yesss…

He pushed his leg in between mine, rubbing his knee against me and I let out a moan. “Maybe we should get out of here,” I breathed, hiding my face in his neck.

Dean didn’t need to be told twice. After kissing me breathless one last time, he took my hand and nearly hauled me across the bar toward the exit.

We hardly made it inside the car. It was a damn good thing Dean didn’t park under the lamp post. But to be quite honest, I honestly didn’t care where he had parked. All that mattered was that Dean was right here.

In between my legs.

Fucking making me moan and scream out his name like a fucking prayer.


I friggin stared at this gif for a long time. It’s one of my personal favorites and Arie, you killed me with it! @bringmesomepie56,* hope you like this babe!!!

just take a moment to think about battle couple malec. think about them standing together, dressed in black, blue magic swirling around them, arrows flying, both looking untouchable and deadly. think about half way through the fight, the two of them getting bored and throwing witty comments over their shoulders towards each other while simultaneously taking down demon after demon. think about magnus asking alec where they should go for dinner later while he’s effortlessly shooting magic towards a demon’s chest. think about alec suggesting they eat out on the balcony tonight all while he’s lodging an arrow into a demon’s throat. think about them watching each other’s back. think about magnus seeing a demon to the side of him that he didn’t even know was there suddenly drop to the ground and instantly turning around to face alec, blowing him a kiss as a thank you while alec just winks back at him and continues with the fight. think about them hugging each other after it’s all over, silently reassuring themselves that the other is okay and safe and quickly checking each other for any injuries. think about magnus and alec softly kissing and whispering “let’s go home” against each other’s lips.

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Hi, my birthday is February 19th and I'd love something along the lines of enemies to lovers Modern AU (smut) if that's possible. Thank you so much to all the authors who contribute!! <3

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Wishing you a wonderful birthday! To start you days off right, the always delightful @appleblossomgirl0305 has written this perfect bit of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Treed

Rating: M/E

Trigger warnings: Logging operations? Heights? The mating habits of quail?

A/N: Happy birthday! I hope all of your birthday wishes come true! Never-ending gratitude to @xerxia31 for helping in every way possible.


Peeta hunkered down in his chair, swiveling away from the opening of his cubicle. He had two immediate problems; his editor was looking for him and he was hungover. Again. Plutarch Heavensbee was hard to take on a normal day, but with a blazing headache and already sour stomach, Peeta feared the consequences of a run in this morning.

“Damn,” he muttered, sucking a sharp whistling breath as he burned his tongue on his scaldingly hot coffee. Why did the little kiosk in the entryway always insist on making horribly weak, but ridiculously hot coffee? Maybe a better question was why he continued to buy it. But every time he walked into the chrome and marble opulence of the Capital Media Corps foyer, with its twenty stories of frantically busy, hungry machine of information and commerce looming above him, he felt like an imposter. He felt like every silk-shirted woman in her clackity-clacking heels determinedly running to the next important story, each shiny-shoed, cuff-linked man barking into his cell phone that he “needed it yesterday, dammit!” could tell he didn’t really belong there. That he was a small-town boy from District 12 who still dreamt of his parent’s bakery, cinnamon and dill-scented tendrils curling through his dreams.

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Help A Buddy Out

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So its a lot of words. but its a quick read cause its in sections. I just thought it was kind of a cute idea :D Not my best ever, but I still wanted to post it cause why not? It may make one person smile… maybe haha ;D


— You and Bucky are roommates and you ask for him to teach you to be better at sex so you can please another guy —

“Y/N!” You heard your roommate shout from across the apartment. “Have you seen my shirt?!”

“Why of course, I know exactly what you do with all your shirts. What type, what color, what brand are you looking for? Wait, let me just look into my Bucky Barnes archives…” You shouted back with way too much sass.

A shirtless Bucky poked his head around the door of your bedroom. “Hardy har har.” He returned before coming fully into the room. “You’re overly sassy for no apparent reason. What’s going on?” He strutted over to the bed and took the book from your hands as he sat down. “Chaucer?” he questioned. “You only subject yourself to Chaucer when you’re in a bad mood.”

“Yea, well I had a change of heart.” You retort as you try to snag your book back. He pulled it further from your reach. “Buck, give me my book back.”

“No, not until you tell me why you’re in full sass mode today.”

“Well, then I’ll never get it back.” You sighed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned back against the headboard.

“C’mon Y/N. I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.” He spoke as he smiled one of his killer ‘your panties just melted’ smiles. Except, you knew when he smiled like that to you, it was merely platonic. Which sucked.

“Ok fine” you huffed out. “The truth is…” you began as you sat up. “Steve is my best friend.”

Bucky let out a frustrated groan and threw your book back in your general direction. “As if. You know you like me better.” He stood in front of you and stared down; His eyes traveling up and down your body. “If you don’t tell me then I’ll just tickle you until you do.”

You made a face at that. “Don’t do that.”

Bucky started to walk towards the side of the bed where you sat. “You’ve left me with no choice, Doll.” He got closer and grabbed your arm as you tried to scramble away.

“OK, OK!! Don’t do it. I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” Bucky released you from his grip.

“There. Was that so hard? Now spill, Doll. Whats going on?”

You sat up once again and brushed your fingers through your hair. “Fine, but stand over there.” Bucky’s eyes travelled to where you pointed.

“You want me to stand in the corner?” His ‘you-cant-be-serious’ look took over his face. “You cant be serious.”

You sighed as you began to explain. “I need you to be as far away from me as possible when I tell you this. Its embarrassing.”

Bucky crossed his arms and began to retreat to the corner. “Fine. Makes total sense, Weirdo.”

You ignored his comment and pulled your knees up under your chin. “Ok. There is no easy way to say this so im just gonna do it.” You sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know how to have sex. Not well anyway. I have this date with this guy on Friday and its going to be the third date. Everyone knows the third date rule! I don’t want to suck.” You finished with a deep breath, recovering your oxygen levels from your intense rambling.

“You’re still going out with that guy?” Bucky demanded as he began to near you again.

You pointed your finger back at him. “Stay! And yes I am.”

“Why the fuck–?” he started but caught himself before he revealed too much. “Y/N, look, sex is sex. Its, uh, its not that big of a deal. Im sure youll be great.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s a huge deal, Buck! HUGE! Its sex!”

“You’ve had, uh, sex before right?”

“Twice.”

“Twice.” He repeated.

“Yes, twice. I’m going to suck. I know it.”

“Youre not going to suck. It’s not possible”

“How would you know, Buck? Its not like we’ve had sex.” Bucky couldn’t argue with that, they hadn’t, despite how much he wanted to. “Which is why I’m asking you to help me.” You said, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts. “I want you to make me better at sex.”

Buckys head shot up from the direction of his feet, eyes wide. “WHAT?!”

“Please Buck, you said it yourself: sex is sex. Whats the harm if you teach me the ins and outs of it. No pun intended.” You smirked to yourself.

“You’re my best friend!” he spoke in an attempt to find an excuse.

“Friends have sex all the time. You’d just be helping a friend out.”

Bucky thought of another excuse. “What makes you think I can teach you anything?”

You chuckled “I think the plethora of random girls that scream their heads off in pleasure and beg for more is enough for me to know how good you are.”

Bucky blushed. “You hear that?”

“They’re like banshees, Bucky.”

“Are not.” He huffed

“Are too” You returned. Bucky crossed and uncrossed his arms before shifting his weight to his left foot. “Bucky, please. We are always there for each other when the other needs something.”

Bucky let out a sharp laugh. “Yea, but usually its when you want me to pick up your prescriptions from the pharmacy or fix the plumbing.”

“Buck, I need you. I know this is slightly different, but whats the harm?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time. “I have to go meet Steve. Just let me think about it.” He pocketed his phone again and turned to leave the room.

“Don’t forget a shirt!” You called after him.

Bucky opened the door to the café and scanned the room for his friend. When he saw the over compensating build and light hair he started towards one of the window tables. “Steve.”

Steve looked up from his view of the city and smiled as he saw his oldest friend. “Bucky, its good to see you.”

Bucky took a seat opposite of Steve ordered a coffee when the waitress came around. “Hows things?”

“Great.” Steve began. “Sharon is great. We got a cat.”

Bucky chuckled. “A cat? Since when are you a cat person?”

“Since Sharon is a cat person.” He smirked. “But, whats going on with you? Hows Y/N?”

“Funny that you bring her up.” Bucky said before he smiled and thanked the waitress for his coffee.

“Oh yea?” Steve smiled. “Finally tell her how you feel, did you?

“Yea right. Cause that would go over soooo well.”

“Oh c’mon man, you’ve liked her since she moved in.”

“Doesn’t matter, she doesn’t feel the same. She, uh, asked me this morning to help her become a pro at sex.”

Steve choked on his coffee and reached for a napkin to clean the drops from his chin. “What!?”

“Yea.” Bucky signed and sipped his drink

“What exactly does that entail?”

“She wants us to have sex.” Bucky replied nonchalantly. “She wants us to have sex until shes good at it, apparently.

“Wow. Why?”

“Shes got this date on Friday. Says it’s the third date so they HAVE to have sex for some stupid reason.” He huffed.

“Well,” Steve started “Think of the Bright side: Youll get to have sex with the girl you love.”

“Smooth attempt at making me feel better, pal, but there is no bright side. She wants me for the wrong reason. Its not like she loves me back.”

“All the more reason to tell her. Maybe she just hasn’t thought of you in that way yet and telling her may open her eyes.”

“I don’t know, man. Shes pretty determined. I think if she liked me she’d know.”

“Just think about it, Buck”

“Its all I think about. Which makes me think I cant go through with this.”

“Oh, you definitely cannot go through with this.”

Bucky reentered his apartment after a long and thoughtful conversation with Steve. He had a very valid point: there was no way Bucky could go through with this, but the more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want to disappoint Y/N.  She felt insecure and that was the last thing Bucky wanted. So he could do this just once, right?

“Bucky?” Y/N called, stepping out of her bedroom. “Are you alright? You seem a little dazed.” She continued once she saw his facial expression.

“Yea well what do you expect?” Bucky mumbled to himself as Y/N entered the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

“Did you say something?”

“What? No.” He hurriedly spit out. Y/N returned her attention to the coffee maker. “So, I was thinking…” she met his eyes as he continued. “We could try what you proposed. Just once. I’ll tell you what you want to know from that one time, but no more. Deal?”

Y/N squealed in appreciation. “Oh Bucky, you have no idea what this means to me. Thank you so much.”

She jumped into his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. “Yea. I mean what are friends for right?”

“Right!” she smiled. She was so beautiful that he almost kissed her right then and there, but he quickly stepped away.

“So, uh, how do you want to go about this?” Bucky questioned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I say we just jump into it. I mean, this is practically for science. No need to beat around the bush.”

Bucky felt his heart crumble just a bit. Hearing her say those words was the last thing he wanted. If anything, he wanted this to mean something to her in the slightest. But clearly it didn’t. “Alright.” He spoke clearly frustrated. He reached for the hem of his shirt and aimed to pull it over his head, but was stopped by Y/Ns soft hand on top of his.

“Let me.” She lifted his shirt off for him and Bucky thought he had never been more turned on. Y/N pulled hers off and slipped out of her sleep shorts then turned and strutted off into her bedroom.

“Jesus.” Bucky mumbled as he followed after her.

When he stepped through the door, she was standing there waiting for him in just her underwear. He eased himself closer to her and she reached for the belt around his hips. ‘This is so bad’ he thought as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to him. She looked into his eyes and down to his lips. Slowly, she reached up and pressed her lips to his in the softest of motions. Bucky fell completely into it and Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, but Bucky pulled away. He couldn’t do this. It just wasn’t right.

“Bucky?” she whispered as she placed her hands on either sides of his face. “Whats the matter?”

Bucky gripped her hands in his own and removed them from his face. “I cant do this.” He spoke so quietly; it was practically to himself.

“What?” Her face twisted in concern.

“I cant do this.” Bucky said a little louder so she could hear him, but this time it was laced with a bit of frustration.

“Why?”

Bucky took a few steps away from her. “I just cant.” He grabbed for his shirt, but Y/N stepped up into his space and grabbed it from him before he could put it on. “Y/N, give me my shirt back.”

“No, Buck. Not until you tell me whats going on.”

“Fine, keep it.” He huffed as he headed for the door.

“Bucky!” Y/N yelled after him. “Bucky, wait!”

Y/N chased him out the door and into their tiny living room. She grabbed his arm to keep him from getting further away from her. “Y/N, Stop!” Bucky yelled as he tried to break free from her grasp. She was deceptively strong.

“Bucky, please just tell me whats going on.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. It almost broke his heart. “Please.” She whispered. Bucky turned to face her with a cold expression on his face. He figured it was better than showing her his true emotions in this moment. ‘Did I do something wrong?” He met her eyes in shock. That was the last possible problem. “Do you not want me?” Slowly, tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Bucky sighed. “That is not possible.” He whispered

“Which?” she questioned

“Neither. You didn’t do anything wrong and its definitely not because I don’t want you, OK?” He reached up and brushed the tears from her cheeks.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing, Y/N”

“Youre lying.” She was starting to get angry.

“No, Im n-“ he started, but was interrupted.

“Yes, you are!” Y/N was a full on mix of pissed and distressed. “Tell me!” she yelled.

“Y/N” Bucky sighed

“TELL ME!” She screamed again.

“I LOVE YOU!” Bucky yelled in her face before he’d even realized what he was doing. He breathed heavily, eyes looking directly at her before he stepped back and looked to his feet. “I love you.” He spoke again, much quieter.

“Bucky..”

“No, just don’t.” Bucky rushed past her back to her room and put his shirt back on. When he got back to the living room, Y/N was still standing there in shock. “I have to go.” He grabbed his keys of the hook and slammed the door, knocking Y/N out of her shock.

Sharon opened the door to her and her boyfriends apartment to find Bucky standing in the doorway, his head hung low, soaked to the bone. It must’ve been pouring outside. “Bucky, come in.” When he didn’t make a move to enter the apartment, she grabbed him by his arm and slowly pulled him inside. “Steve!?” she yelled “Can you come here?”

Steve walked out from their bedroom. “Yea, babe- Bucky?”

“He just showed up. Im going to go get some towels and an extra shirt.” She said ask she walked Bucky over to the couch and helped him sit down before walking to the bathroom. Steve inched closer to his friend and sat down across from him.

“Buck?” he spoke, but got no response. “Bucky?” he tried again. “What happened?”

Bucky looked up from his hands, but refused to meet Steve’s eyes. “I told her.”

“Well, that’s good isn’t it?” Steve questioned.

“No, Steve, its not. We were about to have sex?”

“You were going to do it!?”

“Just once. She was doubting herself and you know how I get when she does that. I was only going to do it once and help her. I thought I could suppress my feelings for one time.”

“Bucky…”

“I kissed her once and I couldn’t do it. Before I knew it, I was yelling that I love her and now im here.”

Steve placed a hand on his friends shoulder as his girlfriend returned with the shirt and towels. She placed them next to Bucky to use as he needed.

“What did she say?” Steve asked.

“Nothing.” Bucky sighed. “She just stood there. So I left. Well, actually I started to leave the second after I told her.”

“You didn’t give her a chance to say anything?”

“I couldn’t, Steve. I just had to get out of there.”

“Oh, Buck.” Steve started “Just stay here tonight, ok?” he sighed. “But tomorrow you have to talk to her.”

Buckys eyes widened. “No, Steve. I cant.”

“You can. And you will. She is the only girl you’ve ever given a fuck about, never mind the fact that she and Sharon get along great. You’ve made yourself a nice little mess and you’re going to fix it so we can all still be friends. Im too used to our little foursome now to have it fall apart at the seams.”

“Arent you the one who told me to tell her how I felt?”

Steve stood from his chair. “Yea. I was thinking more of a sweet scenario where you buy her flowers and don’t bolt after you tell her.”

Bucky grumbled and wrapped a bright, pink towel around his shoulders. “Well you didn’t specify.”

“I figured it was implied, Buck” Steve began to turn towards is bedroom. “Couch is all yours for tonight. Enjoy, stretch out, think of ways to get your girl. But im gonna turn in. My lady is waiting.”

Bucky made a face. “Steve, I swear if you guys have sex 20 feet away from me…”

“Chill Buck, Sharon and I are hardcore cuddlers.”

“That’s almost worse.”

“Oh please, Buck if you had Y/N you’d cuddle nonstop.”

“Don’t remind me that I don’t have her.” Bucky returned as he stretched out onto the couch.

“Goodnight Bucky.” Steve sighed and retreated to his bedroom where is girlfriend waited for him. Lucky bastard Bucky thought.

Bucky jolted awake at the sound of 3 sharp knocks. He could have sworn he imagined it and was getting ready to settle back into sleep when he heard it again. He grabbed his phone from his pant pocket which had long been discarded onto the floor halfway through the night. It was 3:30 am. What the hell. Bucky groaned as he sat up and walked his shirtless, underwear clad body into Steve and Sharon’s room. Sharon was nestled up against Steves side and their cat sat on his chest, rising and falling in rhythm with Steves breathing. Bucky shuffled forward to Steves side and nudged his shoulder until he woke up.

Steves eyes slowly opened and looked into those of his best friend. “Bucky, what the hell?”

“Little early for cursing don’t you think, Cap?”

Steve sighed and laid his head back on his pillow. “What do you want, Buck?” He whispered in an effort not to stir his girlfriend.

“Theres a knock on your door” Bucky spoke nonchalantly as he pointed in its general direction.

“What?”

“Theres a knock-“ Bucky started but what interrupted by the knock itself. “See?”

Steve sat up slightly, causing the cat to jump of his chest and Sharon to slowly shift in her sleep. “And you woke me because…?”

“I don’t know. Its 3:30 am. Its dark. Im vulnerable. It could be a psycho killer and im not in the mood.”

Steve pushed the sheets of his legs and sat up. “Are you kidding me, Buck? Youre the fucking winter soldier.”

Steve began to walk towards the door as the knocking continued with Bucky hot on his heels. “Yea, well you’re Captain America. We are equally as capable of opening the door, but this is your apartment so I figured id let you. Just in case it is a psycho killer, youd be able to say you defended your own domicile.”

“Gee thanks.” Steve huffed as her reached for the doorknob. The door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Y/N in none other than her pajamas. Bucky and Steve stared at her for a moment before Steve turned to Bucky. “Well, it’s for you. Totally get why you were scared though. She looks like a murderous demon.” Steve sighed sarcastically. “Im going back to bed. Lovely to see you though Y/N. Sharon misses you like crazy. I mean it’s been like what, 3 weeks since we’ve seen you. Crazy how time flies, we should really-“ Steve continued before behind interrupted by Bucky.

“Steve go to bed.” Bucky spoke without taking his eyes off Y/N.

“Oh geez, fine. Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Steve. “Y/N returned with a feeble smile.

Once Steve was definitely in his room, Bucky turned back to face Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“Bucky, we need to talk.”

“Look, Y/N if this is about earlier then theres no need. I-“

“I love you, Bucky.” Y/N interrupted.

It was Buckys turn to stand there in shock.

“Bucky?”

Bucky snapped back to his senses and was less than pleased. “Is this some kind of sick joke to you? That’s really low Y/N. I spill my guts and you have the audacity to make fun of me for it.” Bucky turned back into the apartment but Y/n followed him in, shutting the door behind her.

“Bucky, im not lying.”

“You are too. You are supposed to go out on a date this weekend. You don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t date that idiot.”

“Bucky you said you love me and you had sex 3 days ago. Not with me, I might add.” Y/N replied laced with a little frustration.

“So? I had to get my frustrations out somehow. I’m not the one who suggested we have casual buddy sex.”

“Bucky, I was just really confused ok? I really thought that if we had sex once that I’d get over you. I don’t even have a date this weekend. I broke up with Mike after he slapped our waitress’ ass as she walked by on our last date.”

“Prick” Bucky mumbled. “So you tricked me into sex?”

“Tricked is such a harsh word.”

“But an accurate one” Bucky finished.

“We didn’t even have sex Bucky. I didn’t even think id be able to go through with it. I just wanted to propose the idea to see how youd react. To see if you wanted me too. I almost died when you pulled away from me.”

Bucky looked up into her eyes. “Yea, well you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

Y/N detected a hint of anger in his words. “Are you actually mad at me? Bucky, we love each other. Or at least we did a couple hours ago.”Bucky refused to speak. It lasted so long that Y/N turned to leave. “Fine, Bucky. Ill just go” Y/N was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. She looked up and Bucky pulled her to him, kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/N kissed back with as much ferocity as she could. It was passionate and sexy and melting. Y/N had wanted this for so long and it was amazing. They pulled apart only to breathe and Bucky brushed his fingers through her hair.

“We love each other?” He spoke as he rested his forehead on hers.

“Yea, we do”

“I cant believe it.” Bucky chuckled. “I’ve been in love with you since you moved in.”

“Two years, Four months, and eighteen days.” Y/N whispered.

“What?” Buckys head snapped up in shock.

“That’s how long we’ve lived together.”

“Wow.” Bucky stepped back from her embrace and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“I know because that’s how long ive loved you too.”

“WHAT?!”

“What?”

“You’ve loved me that long too? You had a boyfriend when you moved in.”

“I know, which is weird now that I think about it because he let me move in with another man. He said he wasn’t worried, but he should have been.”

“I’m the reason you dumped that guy a month after you moved in?” Bucky questioned. Y/N only nodded in response. “I cant believe it.” Bucky sighed. “I hated that guy!”

Y/N giggled and moved to cup his face with both hands. “That’s what he told me.”

“Oh, yea right. How would he know?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it either, but he insisted that you liked me and wanted to kill him with your metal arm.”

Bucky chuckled and crossed is arms over his chest. “Well, the guy wasn’t as big of an idiot as I thought.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Y/N laughed.

Bucky grabbed Y/Ns hand and walked her over to the couch. He laid down and pulled her on top of him.

“Bucky what are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to sleep with the girl I love.” He replied as he readjusted his pillow.

“Um, shouldn’t we go home? You know, since you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“Oh please, doll. I was never mad at you. More just mad at myself. Also, Sharon and Steve miss you didn’t you hear? And all I want to do is take you home and stay in bed with you for days, but I figure I owe them a favor for letting me stay and whine. So, tomorrow we can all go out and they’ll stop complaining about never seeing you, THEN we will stay in bed for days.”

“Ah, great plan, Barnes.”

“Yea, I thought so.” He smiled his cheeky grin. “But for now we will sleep together and actually sleep.”

How Times Change

Context: A little idea i had based off of the new spoiler pic we got today of the kiss.


“Oi Sugden!” Cain’s voice shouted from the other side of the pub causing Robert to look over at him slightly confused at why Cain had one hand hidden behind his back. “Don’t think that because this whole thing was only planned yesterday were gonna leave traditions behind.”

“What?” Robert laughed, a slight nervousness and confusion in his voice as he looked over at Aaron who had a smirk on his face.

“Technically, now that you’re married to our Aaron, you’re part of the family,” Cain continued, all the Dingles around him agreeing, “Which means…”

“No way.” Robert stated as he realised what was coming before watching Cain pull his hand round from behind his back presenting he infamous welly.

“What about the whole if you’ve seen them naked rule?” Robert protested.

“That rule’s void.” Debbie laughed.

“Are you in or not?” Cain said handing it to Chas to fill it up as Robert continued to protest laughing, adamant on not drinking from it.

“Aaron have a word with your husband, will you?” Charity remarked from behind the bar, causing Robert to look towards Aaron who had a grin plastered on his face, causing Robert to smile.

“Alright.” Robert sighed, taking off his suit jacket so he didn’t ruin it, resulting in a wolf whistle form Adam, who was getting noticeably more and more drunk.

“Robert, Robert…” Chas began chanting from behind the bar as Robert began to down the drink, earning cheers and laughs from all the Dingles. He downed the whole welly full of beer in one, the way a true Dingle should he thought, earning further cheers as he finished drinking it all, throwing the welly at Marlon as he finished.

“Welcome to the family Sugden.” Cain remarked, a sense of sincerity in his voice, earning a nod from Robert.

As Robert looked around to find Aaron he noticed he wasn’t to be seen, he was stood by the bar a few moments beforehand but now he couldn’t be found. Robert decided not to make a fuss over it, knowing Aaron better than anyone and instead went outside to look for him in the village.


As he walked down the street there was no one else to be seen, given that everyone was inside the pub getting drunk and celebrating their impromptu marriage. Just as he was about to get worried about Aaron’s whereabouts he noticed the garage door was slightly open, and there was a dim light coming from inside.

Entering the garage, he spotted Aaron sat on the floor, playing with the ring on his finger as he always did,

“Erm you do know that reception in the pub is for us, don’t you?” Robert said sarcastically as he walked over to Aaron.

“Yeah, I just, I don’t know, I needed to a minute to think I suppose.” Aaron said still looking at his wedding ring, the words causing a rush of panic to flood through Roberts body.

“Think? Th – Think about what?” He asked trying to hide his concern, thinking Aaron may be having second thoughts about what had just happened.

“No don’t worry,” Aaron reassured him noticing the worry in his voice, “It was just stupid stuff, it’s nothing…”

“Aaron,” Robert said taking a seat next to him on the floor noticing the expression of deep thought spread across Aarons face, “Tell me.” He said softly, causing Aaron to look at him before taking a sigh and beginning to explain.

“It’s just weird – no not weird, more – “He fumbled, failing to make sense of his thoughts, “A few years ago, I was sat in this garage, locked in, waiting to die, just because of who I am, I couldn’t bear it, 18 years old and ready to die.” He took a pause, overwhelmed by his thoughts, “Now I’m sat here after just getting married,” he laughed gently, the concept of it all still new to him, “I don’t know, I guess a part of me just can’t quite believe it.”

“Well believe it,” Robert smiled gently, “Because I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke quietly, his voice full of promise, reassuring him that he’d still be waiting when he got out of prison.

“I’m sorry I messed everything up, if I could go back and – “Aaron began to say before being interrupted by Robert.

“– Listen to me. Tomorrow is another day and we’ll deal with it when it comes,” Robert said looking into Aarons eyes, “But today, today is our wedding day and I’m gonna spend the rest of it with my husband,” The word still new to both of them, causing small smiled to form on their faces, “today is ours and no court trial, no prison sentence, no judge is gonna ruin it, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Aaron whispered, trying to hold back the tears that were forming in his eyes. “Thank you, for today, it’s been the best.”

“Well, what are husbands for?” Robert smirked, earning a gentle laugh from Aaron. “I love you so much.” Robert said softly placing his hand in Aaron’s.

“I love you too.” Aaron replied before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Roberts lips, soft yet filled with love and passion, both of them completely absorbed in one another, as if they were the only people in existence. Pulling apart their foreheads remained rested on each other’s as smiles appeared on their faces.

“What do you say?” Robert smirked pulling away, “For old times’ sake?” He flirted, biting his lip.

“As tempting as that is,” Aaron joked, looking around the dusty garage, “We’ve got a pub full of people waiting for us, and if we don’t get back soon mums gonna think we’ve an away.”

Saying that, Aaron jumped up to his feet, dusting the dirt from his suit as he held out his hand and helped Robert up, continuing to hold his hand as they walked back through the village to the pub, where they spent their last night for a while together…

how we started (h.s)

The first time he looks at you, you’re smiling because he’s making you laugh, his disheveled hair and own manic laughter making its way into your ears, so boisterous and filled with joy that you can’t resist joining him. He sees you and gleams with pride; little do you know making you notice him had been his intention. As you walk away, he sees you look back at him one last time, a glint of light in his eyes and a twisted smirk on his lips.

His eyes are green, you think.

The first time you get drinks together, after a particularly intense concert, he smiles because he loves the way you put words together to form intricate stories, stories that put the cherry on top of everything that had happened that evening. With you, he thinks, recounting was almost better than experiencing. Not quite, though. Living it with you, he thinks, is better than reminiscing.
His desire to live in the present motivates him to make you a permanent fixture.

The first time he calls you beautiful, he smiles with relief because it was probably the first and only thing he had said with complete certainty for a long while. He smiles because you get bashful and look down at your shoes trying to hide your turning lips. He gently places his fingers underneath your chin and raises his face to level with yours, and repeats his words. The time, when you look into his eyes, you can see that they are green, green with a hint of yellow, like the sun resided in them. So full of color, so full of honesty, so full of life. Wet tears clouded your own as you open up to him, recount your trials and tribulations with everything you have. His eyes never leave your face.
He were so sincere, the tears couldn’t be tamed.

His hands raise to caress your face, thumbs stroking your soft skin as he pulls you closer, the warmth of his body catching onto yours. He leans forward and kisses the salty streaks that dot your cheeks, his plush raspberry lips leaving rose petals on your face. He smells like lavender and vanilla with a strong husky undertone. His lips travel down to yours, and he presses them together, an urgent yet loving introduction into what could only be described as the first love you could feel in your bones.

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Afterwards, as you lay in between the porcelain sheets, you both are quiet, the only sound being your still labored breathing. Your fingers are still twitching a little, trying to come down from the high he caused with his touch. Your head is on his chest, your fingers stroking his pecs, trying to soothe his warm body. His arms are wound tightly around you, sleepy kisses still being planted in your hair. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. The warmth that surrounds you is too comforting for you to even entertain the thought. The outside lights shine through the window, illuminating one side of his face. He’s looking at you, and you move up to look him in the eye, arms still wound around each other.

The first time you say you love him, he weeps. God only knows what he’d be without you.

muffinrowlet  asked:

Hey there! I was wondering if there are any durable chew toys for cats? One of my kittens (they're nearly one year old so it's not due to teething) has taken the habit of chewing toys such as tubes and I don't want him to hurt himself. I have tried finding chew toys in local pet stores but they're all made for dogs and are way too big for cats.

I don’t know of anything made specifically for cats, but you could look at toys for toy dogs or ferrets?

anonymous asked:

hi emilia! i just went through everything you have about autistic alec and bpd magnus lol. do you have any, like, slice-of-life headcanons for the two of them? thanks! <3

yes!!!!! and sfdghg i’m so glad to hear you enjoyed them, they’re like. my only reason for living rn

  • alec knows magnus has no emotional permanence so!! he sends him random ‘i love you’ texts or like,, pictures of animals whenever he has the time
  • and he just goes out of his way to let magnus know how wonderful n loved he is!!! he’ll happily validate him all day long and he means every single thing he says. ’you look amazing’, ‘you’re so kind’, etc
  • alec learns how to sense when magnus is spiralling or in need of extra affection and when that happens he’ll go to him & hug him cause he knows that makes him feel better
  • magnus is a known impulse shopper™ and sometimes alec will catch him in the act and be like. magnus do you really need that maybe you shouldn’t get that. and every now and then he manages to convince him but not always
  • sometimes when he’s tired and messes up a potion magnus has to stop himself from crying cause the mood drop is just that bad
  • alec gently plays with magnus’ hands and jewelry when magnus is dissociating cause it helps ground him and alec loves stimming that way
  • alec is mostly nonverbal first thing in the morning so magnus will talk quietly and not expect anything more than a smile in return until he can speak again
  • magnus has figured out what kind of touch is welcome and reassuring for alec when he’s having a meltdown; 1) like i mentioned in an earlier post, the gentle pressure of his hand over alec’s + 2) his hands in alec’s hair
  • and magnus loves stroking alec’s hair too cause he’s constantly craving physical intimacy from him and it’s reassuring for him to know alec needs it too, that he’s not being clingy
  • alec tells magnus he loves it when he’s clingy
  • sometimes magnus will ask alec about archery and listen to him talk about it for ages. and he genuinely enjoys listening to it
  • magnus takes note of all the different ways alec stims and sometimes he will do it with him, eg by rubbing their hands together, to let him know there’s nothing wrong with it and just cause he wants to, and when he sees alec likes it he makes a habit out of it

9chai  asked:

another jikook hc bc youre good at em tysm! times when jimin is looking too pretty and fairylike and jungkook has to fight his 'friend' from appearing in public and one time jimin notices and giggles at his cute boyf and showers him w kisses and hugs <3

(THANK YOU FOR YOUR NICE WORDS!!!)
•Jungkook has a love/hate relationship with Jimin looking pretty
•one one hand, jimin id the most beautiful person in the world to jungkook and he loves him so much it hurts
•when jimin is dresses all ethereal or cute, jungkook cant help but fawn over him
•on the other hand, jimin is damn sexy when he looks like that
•and jimin knows that so he antagonizes jungkook by licking his lips and acting seductive
•jungkook has to fight down a boner all the time bc his bf is just so hot
•its always awkward whenever theyre in front of friends or in a crowded area
•but jungkook cant help but love when jimin acts the way he does
•one day jimin looked especially attractive
•jikook were with their friends at a small get-together
•jungkook couldnt help but lick his lips and look his boyfriend up and down while jimin danced to girl group songs with hobi
•jungkook accidentally let his fantasies get ahead of him
•and he ends up popping a semi right there on yoongis couch
•jimin notices and giggles cutely, only causing it to get worse for jungkook
•jimin walks over and kisses jungkook, their friends groaning
•jungkook kisses back passionately and jimin ends up pulling away
•jimin and jungkook excuse themselves and leave yoongis apartment
•their friends whistle behind them

woke--up--from--dreaming  asked:

YOU DONT LIKE FACIAL HAIR HOW

I just,, have never liked it ?? I like a little bit of stubble but I don’t like anything more than that. It’s weird ? when I was little my dad used to kiss me on the cheek and his beard would scratch me and I’d yell at him

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i don’t know whether keemstar’s video on jack/calling him a backstabber made jack want to retract his opinions, or if he thought he should take it all back either way, but i’m disappointed. i agreed with everything jack said in his video and it kind of hurts to have him just pull that away. jack is supposed to be the sort of pc, feminist youtuber that i can look up to. 

Having the strength of mentality to change the layout of a program that you’ve been practicing for months and which your body has become accustomed to all the while maintaining flow and and executing other jumps not to mention great artistry all the way through…..I’m so proud of yuzu even though he didn’t win gold. His has the character of a true champion that’s very rare in mens figure skating I know this silver at 4CC will give him the motivation he needs to do his best (and stop popping quad sals holy shit or just quads in general) at world’s later and hopefully knock nathan down from his 1st place high /whoops salty as charged but yall hoping the same as me anyways 😌/ . Also doesn’t this scene look familiar as to the yuzu coming up behind patrick right before the sochi Olympics but still yuzu is different from patrick and can definitely handle the pressure technical wise, artistry wise, s(quad) wise, etc. AND still come back as a champion because he truly is one. Ps. A perfect yuzu can beat a perfect nathan AND set world records (I mean if you count a program with all jumps and barely any substance perfect I’m not salty I swear just curious of nathan’s pcs)

Stop saying Damon didn’t rape Caroline

Caroline might have wanted to sleep with Damon first, but after she found out he was a vampire she wanted nothing to do with him. So he compelled her into not being afraid of him, and then he had sex with her, which is definitely rape. 

Compulsion IS NOT consent. 

^ Seriously, does that look like consent in any way, shape, or form to you? Because if it does, I’d be concerned. 

And let’s not forget he abused and fed on her, multiple times. He threw her around like a toy.

And he even verbally abused her, brought down her already fragile self esteem. 

All this when she was SEVENTEEN, a MINOR. He raped and abused a minor. 

Don’t dare even try to say Damon didn’t rape Caroline, because it’s insulting and triggering from real life victims, and it basically shows what our society has become by normalizing things such as nonconsensual sex. I know it’s hard to see that one of your favorite characters is a rapist, but it’s true, and if you still stan Damon after this I question your life choices.

Imagine coming to Rick’s defense

Spencer’s words boiled your blood and without a single hesitation, you lunged for him. You pulled at his collar and the man backed away with shock on his face.

“Stop! I’m not the problem here Y/N,” Spencer’s hand gripped your shoulders, trying to get you off him. “He’s the one that caused all this. It’s his fault Abraham and Glenn are dead. It’s his fault that they took Daryl.”

The names of your family members coming from his mouth infuriated you, but the way Spencer put the blame on the man you had loved. It was enough to send you over the edge. Your fist met Spencer’s nose with such force, he stumbled back and fell to the ground. Blood ran down his nose and he shook his head at you, pointing a finger to the man standing behind you.

“It’s him, he’s killed us all!”

Your chest rose and fell with adrenaline, turning to look at the man who you trusted with your life. Rick stood there, anger in his eyes glaring at the pitiful man on the ground. He slowly lifted his gaze to you and for a single moment, he thought you believed everything Spencer was spewing.

But your eyes soften at the broken man before you, because he was hurting too. You all were.

Your head snapped back to Spencer, “Listen asshole, you’ve been behind these walls since the damn beginning. That man right there,” you pointed behind to Rick. “He’s gotten us so far, I’m alive because of him. We’ve all lost so many people, but that’s life now.”

Spencer wiped the blood from his nose, his mouth closed shut. You suddenly felt a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about him, come on,” Rick’s voice was soft and low, his fingertips pressed into your bare shoulder, making your entire body flush with warmth.

You placed a hand over his and gave him a soft nod before turning back to Spencer.

“If I ever hear you speak those names again,” you choked out, moving toward him but Rick’s hand quickly wrapped around your waist. “I will kill you.”

Rick pulled you away from Spencer. 

The two of you walked side by side back to the house you shared. From the corner of his eye, he watched you and carefully reached down for your hand. A wave of relief washed over you as his fingers entwined with yours.

“We’re going to get him back,” he reassured you, but there was no need for that. You knew the Saviors had Daryl, but your gut was telling you he was still alive. And if you had to go to hell and back to fight for your family, so be it.

It would be well worth and if Rick was at your side, you knew those assholes didn’t stand a fucking chance.  “I know, Rick. We always find a way, we got you. I got you.”

Some thoughts about Malec relationship

The last episode was literally disappointing for most of Malec fans. For me, I thought that Malec has had a good communication and they’ve been written in the best way possible but I literally disappointed at the end of the episode. It was rushed and written so carelessly. There were unanswered questions and Alec was really out of the character. It looked like Alec didn’t care about what Magnus wants, even if we all know how much Alec cares about Magnus and he would never force him for anything Magnus doesn’t want. A couple of days ago, writers apologised for their mistakes. We should realise that they’ve always been thoughtful and careful about Malec and I believe that they can fix their mistake. Also Magnus and Alec have a healthy relationship from the very beginning and Malec is really a great representation. Although they’re from totally different worlds, they understand and respect each other so much. And besides, Harry and Matt have perfect chemistry, friendship and deep understanding about how valuable Malec relationship for so many people which makes me really happy because it affects Malec in a good way. Honestly, I really want them to win an award, especially The Glaad Award. Because both Malec relationship and Matt and Harry’s efforts deserve to win awards. Let’s support them as much as we can.

Torch of Bellona (Part 3)

Author: Wristic

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: being aroused by things you should most certainly not be, mainly pointed objects and a bad attitude

-Part 1- -Part 2-


The night before Ragnar and Ivar are prepared to leave, you finally convince Ecbert to at least let you see the son. While Ivar had been so hospitable before, it made you naive to the darker side of him, and you fall like a rabbit into a wolves den.

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