this girl has a stunning coloring

There are soooooo many people out there who ask “Why do you like Loki so much? He’s a villain.” And while I don’t have the time to list everything, (because let’s be honest who does?) I am now writing down the points of why people need to love this dude. Also known as,

Why You Should Love The Psychotic But Still Hot Space Prince.
By Debbie.

Point Number One: His Eyes.

Now, I think we can all agree that girls are suckers for a guy with pretty eyes. I mean who doesn’t like looking at a guy with beautiful eyes? 

Its just in our nature. 

I mean, I could probably like Loki just because of his eyes.  Have you seen them?! Its like you’re just sitting there the whole time having a debate with yourself on what color they are. I’m pretty sure I’ve this conversation with myself like twice.

“Blue or green? Green our blue? Okay I think they’re blue.  No wait, they’re green. Yup. One hundred percent sure they’re green. Actually they’re blue. Okay I’m defs for sure that they are blue. Well…….maybe they’re grey? ”

Yeah. Its like the sweetest torture known to man. But also kind of a weird thing to do, but if you’re a fan girl, there’s weirder things you’ve done.

So, my conclusion for his eye color, (for now) is that they are a mixture of blue, green and sliver/grey. And honestly that is a very attractive color for eyes. At least to me. 

I know there are some people out there who prefer dark eyes, and that’s totally cool. But if you don’t think that Loki has beautiful, stunning, amazing, etc. eyes, then I will question whether you’re human or not.

Point Number Two: His Hair.

I love guys with dark hair. I don’t what it is, but there’s just something about dark haired guys that I love. And let me tell you, Loki has amazing dark hair.

Now, while its kind of long, and I prefer short haired guys, I still love his hair. (Especially in the first Thor movie. I mean whew! *fans self*)

The thing that I really want to do with his hair is run my hands through it. Oh my goodness I can only imagine how soft it would be. *shivers* And he has shiny hair too, so yeah, there’s that too.

And really, I just don’t know what else to say about it. I like the dude’s hair, its a really cool shade (?) of black and I really wanna run my hands through it.

Point Number Three: His Clothing Style.


Needless to say, I like his clothing choice. 

We all know (I hope) that his signature colors are green, gold and black. And I love those colors together. So those colors on Loki does something to me. 

We’ve all seen in the Avengers and in Thor, though briefly, his ‘mortal’ style. 

A suit. 



Seriously, its almost my religion.

Guys in suits are waaaaaaay more attractive than this stupid 'dope style’ or whatever its called. What even is that? 

Okay, so you have a hat on backwards, your pants are falling off and your shoes are horrifyingly red. 

That’s not appealing to me AT ALL.

Now, it would get annoying after a while to have your guy always wearing a suit, so I really would like to know how Loki would dress casually. 

Would he? Or would he just always be wearing a suit? 

Who knows?

But his clothing style definitely fits my criteria.

Point Number Four: He Is Literally Prince Charming.

I’m sure every girl when she was little, dreamed of having a Prince Charming come and marry her or something.

Well, Loki could charm the pants off anyone (they don’t call him 'Silver Tongue’ for nothing I’m sure *wink wink wiggle wiggle*), and he’s a Prince. Of a cool space kingdom.

Thus, I give you Prince Charming.

Now, as much as I hate to say it, Loki is a fictional character.

Yes I just committed the number one fangirl sin. But hear me out.

Even though he’s not real, I’m sure if he was and you were lucky enough to be his significant other, he would treat with the utmost respect.

There are SO many fanfictions out there where he treats his girlfriend or whatever like crap. 

I’m sorry but no.

Loki would be the most respectful partner in the world. Even surpassing Captain America. (Forgive me Steve for I have sinned.)

He would treat you like a freaking queen. Am I right? (Yes, yes I am)

Point Number Five: The Tragic Back Story.

 Lots of girls like a guy with a tragic back story or something like that. 

Well let me tell you that Loki is like the Prince of all tragicness.

I mean, his father is like the worst, he was always second to Thor and he found out that he is not in fact Asgardian, but an Andorian with Elsa’s powers.  (If you didn’t get the reference I will be upset with you.)

How sad is that? 

(Which I don’t know about you, but I would totally cry if I found out that I wasn’t Asgardian.*sniff sniff*)

Point Number Six: His Height.

As a member of the short girl club, I can tell that most of us love it when someone really tall hugs us. It feels super comforting and you always feel really safe.

Well, Loki is tall. And while I’ve never hugged him, I’ve hugged my brother, who is the same height as him,(Or rather the same height as Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki so…..) and let me tell you, he gives like the best hugs ever. (When he’s not squeezing the life out of you)

If you’re a tall girl and want a guy that isn’t shorter than you, then I give you Loki. I highly doubt that you’re gonna be taller than him. (Unless you’re 6" 3 which if you are, I’m so sorry.)

So that concludes my points on why people should love Loki as much as I do.

With You By My Side - Ten (finale)

A/N: FINAL part you guys.. Thank you so much for sticking with me trough this series.  You are all amazing! And I’m sorry….. Shout out to my beta @thorne93.

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: ALL THE FUCKING ANGST. Character death. Entire part is Jensen’s POV

Worcount: 1660

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It had been a week since we came home from the hospital. The first couple of days she had been fine, moving around in the house, watching movies with me on the couch, but on day four we had to move everything down to the guest room since she was no longer able to climb the stairs. Yesterday she didn’t manage to get out of bed at all, and the doctors are now talking hours, maybe a day.

As I sit by the breakfast table, alone, I call my mom to let her know what’s going on. We don’t talk for long because dad are already packing their bags. He had loaded them in the car before we hang up. My parents love (YN), they always have. I still remember the lecture my mom gave me after I brought (YN) to Dallas for the first time.

“She’s special to you, Jensen. I can tell by the way you look at her and how she looks at you. You should just tell her how you feel now so that you can start your lives together, I guarantee you’re going to regret it if you don’t.”

The all too familiar lump forms in my throat as I replay her words in my head. I know that my mind should be here, in the present, that I should savor every moment we have left, but it’s hard not to dwell on all the things we’ve missed out on in the past, and the things we will miss out on in the future. I shoot a quick text to Jared, telling him that she’s nearing the end of her life, letting him know that if they want to say goodbye they should probably come over soon.

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Take It Out On Me [PT.1]

Summary: Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok. When your boyfriend neglects you one too many times, the only thing left for you to do is run to his best friend for comfort. 
Genre: Angst/Smut
Warnings: Cheating
Words: 3,048
A/N: Inspired by Florida Georgia Line’s “Take It Out On Me.”


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Colors Of The Girl // Draco Malfoy // Pt. 3

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Pairing: Reader X Draco

Word Count: 18454

Summary: Draco discovers you’re not well, and that you’ve been harming yourself. He refuses to let you do it anymore.

A/N: Let me know if you guys want a part four! Super sorry it took so long to write this part. If you guys submit Ideas for a next part and ones ever after that, it will be a lot easier to write! Also sorry for how short it is.

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Feel free to submit ideas for future chapters or other fics/one-shots etc.

Warnings: Swears, Self-harm (not the action but proof of it)

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Things had changed since that night. Drastically. Snape was headmaster, you skipped most of your classes, curled up in the room of requirements with a good book, and Deatheaters and dementors were constantly around the school. Draco had not spoken to you since that night. You were sure that he held you accountable for his pain, you didn’t blame him. It was your fault. Or perhaps he finally realized you’re not worth his time. Or maybe he was actually just pretending to be kind to you so you didn’t foil his stupid plan. Though not actually knowing hurt more than you thought it would. How could you fix what’s wrong when you don’t know why he’s not around. All you can do is thrive on the mistakes you might have made along the way.

You were in your dorm room now, putting on your uniform and getting ready to face another day. You ran your fingers through your white hair in an effort to comb out some tangles before heading off to Dark Arts, which they had now instituted upon Snape’s rise to being headmaster. You still didn’t have a wand, you weren’t allowed to leave the property… you all were practically hostages in this damned castle. Though even if you were released… what would you have to go back to? A shitty foster family and a lonely town? Being here was no doubt better than going back to that hellhole.

Upon a last glance in the mirror, you headed out into the common room of your house, walking right through, ignoring all the people around you giving you awkward sideways glances.

While on your way to what was previously the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, an eagle owl swooped above your head and dropped something right on the floor in front of you. You were tempted to just leave it, how could it have been yours? No one ever owls you, mostly because no one has anything to say to you. Though something in you was telling you that no owl was irresponsible enough to leave a message with the wrong person.

You reached down and picked up the envelope off the floor, flipping it around in your hand, looking to see if it was addressed to anyone, though you found no ink on the outside of it. It wasn’t even sealed, simply tucked in as if the person had been in a hurry.

Skeptically, you stuck your thumb into the envelope, popping it open and pulling out the slim paper from within. In hurried, sloppy handwriting was written:


Astronomy tower tonight, come if you want. If not, don’t.

It wasn’t signed, but you remembered those words from when you wanted to help Draco. It had to be him. But what if it wasn’t? Either way, you were going to find out.

All day you were itching with anticipation. Could Draco really to the one to reach out to you? Who else would it be? You hardly talk to anyone else. You couldn’t eat all day, your stomach was churning too much to hold down any food.

You didn’t want to seem too eager, but you couldn’t stop yourself from running up the stairs to the astronomy tower after the sun had set. You’d obviously beat the person there because there was no one in sight when you arrived. You felt the cold breeze from the open arches that plummeted down to the ground.

You don’t know what you expected, but no one showed up for a while. Perhaps Draco had backed out, or perhaps it wasn’t him at all and someone was messing with you. Just as you were about to leave, you heard the heavy door to the tower open and close. Your heart skipped a beat, and you were tempted to hide but the best you could do was pull your sleeves over your hands.

Draco seemed shocked to see you as he rounded the corner.

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“Y/N.” He breathed out, walking over towards you hurriedly, pulling you into a warm hug. You were limp in his grip. What on earth was he doing? You haven’t spoken in what seems like forever and he’s embracing you now. “Are you alright? I know we haven’t spoken in a bit but you have to understand, I don’t want you to be hurt.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he gripped your wrists tightly, causing your eyes to water. He noticed. “Darling are you okay? I’ve never seen you cry.”

You pulled your wrists from his grasp and took steps away from him. he gave you a confused look, running a hand through his hair. You said nothing for a while, you two ended up sitting with your legs dangling over the edge of the astronomy tower window, laying on your backs.

“It’s hot tonight.” He spoke quietly, looking at you. Your eyes were closed and your hair was still blue, so he figured you were awake, “You still have your robes on, you’re sweating.” He sat up and held his hands out, “Come on let’s get you out of that thing.” It took him a moment to discover you were asleep.

He took a deep breath and watched you for a moment, he’d never seen you sad in your sleep before, in your dreams your hair was always a radiant blonde, and you had a small smile on your lips. He’d never gather the strength to ask you about what you were dreaming.

Carefully, he tugged the robes over our shoulders in an effort to keep you cool. He had successfully pulled the silk fabrics from your body, he waited longer to see if that’s done the trick. He watched you closely, your blue hair, your slightly parted lips, the rise and fall of your chest as you laid there, legs dangling in the breeze. Your hands draped lightly on your stomach, rising and falling with each breath. Your nose twitched every now and then, and it was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

He watched as beads of sweat continued to build upon your forehead. He sighed, disappointed that removing the robe wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to wake you, but he didn’t want to have you overheat either.

Carefully, he moved your arms, unbuttoning your right sleeve cuff and rolling your sleeve up to your elbow. His heart dropped at the sight of scars on your beautiful skin. How could you do this? He was angry now. He grabbed your other arm more forcefully than before, rolling up the sleeve as you startled awake, fighting your arm away from him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”You snapped at him, frantically rolling down your sleeves. He fought against you, pulling your arms back to him, forcing your sleeves back up your arms.

“What the hell am I doing?” He shouted at you, “What the fuck are you doing?” He gestured to your wrists. “What the FUCK!” He shouted, you were scared, and your hair reflected that. It did something he’d never seen before, your hair was a dark black. When he realized he was scaring you, he let you go and let you slump away from him. There was no point in rolling your sleeves down, he already knew.

There was silence for a moment. Your eyes were searching the Hogwarts campus, searching for something to watch, some excuse to not have to look at him. Meanwhile, his eyes were watering as he looked down at your wrists. There were old lines, white and fading… then there were vicious red lines, new, only freshly on the mend. You didn’t realize he actually cared until you heard him sniffle. When you looked to him, there was a soft tear falling down his cheek.

“How could you do this Y/N?” He looked up to you, “Why?” He slipped his hand into yours, his eyebrows lacing together, he dropped it instantly and stood up. “How fucking dare you Y/N? You have NO right to do that!” What was he talking about? You had every right… you had the only right. You got angry fast, your hair turning a fiery red. Malfoy was not phased, he was too angry to be worried about you snapping at him.

“You’re one to talk!” You shouted at him, standing up to get on the same level. “You’ve sold yourself to Voldemort for fuck’s sake! You’re telling me I don’t have a right to my body but you do? You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“This isn’t about me, Y/N, it’s about you, and it’s about how you’re so fucking broken and I can’t do anything about it!” He shouted, taking steps closer to you. You would have been worried that someone would hear the two of you if you hadn’t been so angry. “I can’t do shit! I do everything I can! I’m around you and you’re sad, I give you your space and you’re sad. I don’t know what to do! I want to help you!” He took another step closer, you were only a couple feet from each other. “You won’t let me! Can’t you see I fucking care about you? Get it into your head Y/N, I’m here to stay, even if you don’t want it, even if you’re sad that I am, I’m fucking here for you.” You looked at him angrily, pushing your lips together, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Fuck. You.” You spat the words out like venom.

“If you really want to.” He smirked cheekily. He was still that sneaky bastard you’d known. You were confused, but before you could say or do anything, he put his hands behind your neck and pulled you closer and pressed your lips to his. You melted inside.

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He pulled away and looked at you, a tear falling down his cheek again.

“Please… Y/N… I just want to keep you safe. Let me keep you safe.” He spoke softly, bringing your wrist up to his lips and planting a solid kiss. A tear fell to your feet as you cried. No one has cared the way he has. He cared. It was a mix of pain and joy. He looked back up at you and a large smile broke onto his face as he pushed a loose strand of blonde hair away from your face. “There’s my beautiful, happy girl.” You could only giggle and sniffle as you looked into his stunning gray eyes. “I promise, I will be by your side from now on. No more bullshit. You and me. Y/N and Draco against the world.”


Ok I usually stay quiet, but I really want to touch on this subject. Iris told Barry and Wally that she wants to prove her life matters. If she’s leaving this world then by god she will leave her mark. The thing is, we know she matters. She matters to us. 

There are very few women characters in a superhero genre that I have seen this well written (in terms of DC and live-actions). I love some of the other women on the show like Caitlin and Linda, but Iris… Iris is alive on the screen. She can be forgiving and she can be angry. She can hate people for lying to her and keeping secrets. She can keep her own secrets. She can love and be loved. She can be funny and sarcastic. She can be overwhelmed. She can cry. She is human. You know how much I love just listening to her talk? No matter what is going on in my life, chances are Iris has gone through it and beaten it. She is someone to look up to. 

Personally, she has inspired me in more ways than one, particularly with my self-esteem. I’ve said this before I’m sure, but I’m white. I also am on the heavier side and have been since I was a kid. So most of my life I wore things that hid my body. I was ashamed, ya know? I didn’t feel worthy of letting people see me so I hid behind jeans and loose t-shirts and jackets. Anything that covered me up. Seeing Iris the last 2 ½ years has helped me so much. Like look at this woman:

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Like she holds herself with so much power and strength that no matter what she’s wearing, it works. And Candice Patton is a GORGEOUS woman. I mean stunning. If she has helped me get over a lifetime of body issues then I can’t imagine what she’s done for other people. For other girls, in particular women of color. I was lucky growing up, I know that, to have lots of pretty white actresses to look up to. But Candice Patton as Iris West teaches confidence rather than beauty.

That is the mark that Iris has made. She made it day 1 on this show. No matter what happens, Iris Ann West has made her mark. She does matter. 

What to Watch, Scenery Version

Looking for anime to watch where you can just sit back and enjoy the scenery? Here are five of my top picks for some of the most visually stunning shows that I’ve watched. Please keep in mind these are personal opinions, but if you think you’ve got a better selection, feel free to PM me and I’ll add it to the list. 

Let’s start off with Nagi No Asukara. While the beginning is a bit slow, the scenery is breathtaking and unlike any other anime due to the fact that a significant portion of it takes place underwater. Yes, you read that right, the show takes place in the future, or perhaps an alternate reality of current time. Humans live in the seas thanks to a special layer of skin called ena, which sparkles in the light. Not only does this make for an interesting story, but it also includes some visually stunning scenes. 

The next on the list is 5 Centimeters Per Second. This is arguably one of the most beautiful anime of all time. The animation is pristine and on a level entirely on its own. Told in three interconnecting segments, it is a romantic drama about making it through a cold world, only to find the warmth of love. It is definitely a coming of age story about accepting the fact that you are becoming an adult and moving on. The visuals appropriately take cues from the story, beginning with a cold winter and ending with a warm spring. I will only be mentioning one of Makoto Shinkai’s films, although all of his works are visually brilliant and include The Garden of Words, Cross Road, and Your Name.

Classical music fans rejoice! Shigatsu Wa Kimi No Uso, also known in English as “Your Lie in April,” is up next. While you may think that you’ve figured out the reason for the name in the first episode, hold on until the end, where the truth will be revealed. Another love story, this one about a boy who was once referred to as “The Human Metronome,” is longer no longer able to hear the sound of the piano. After years of only playing for his job at a karaoke bar, he comes across a girl in April who plays the violin. I hope you like tissues, because you’re gonna need them. There is so much color not only in visuals, but in the characters themselves. 

Owari No Seraph comes next. The reason I included this one is because not only are the characters intensely complex, but the backgrounds are too. They’re so rich in attention to detail that I felt it only fair to add it to the list. Against the dreary backgrounds, the character’s very pronounced hair colors stands out a lot, giving it a very vivid contrast to what Japan has become. I won’t say much about it, other than that it takes place in the future after a virus mysteriously wipes out most of the adult population at the same time vampires declare themselves the rulers of Japan. 

Last, but most certainly not least, is Zankyou No Terror. To be honest, I don’t think this show gets enough credit. Also known as Terror in Resonance, it’s about two boys who want to get back at Japan for their past. Joined by a girl who suffered at the hands of her mother, the three of them plan to go out with a bang (no pun intended). The visuals are so crystal clear it almost looks as though you’re looking at the real world. When I first turned this on, my parents didn’t believe I was watching an animated show. 

Bonus round! Puella Madoka Magica! Don’t kill me, I know, I’m a horrible person for including this, but it is so bright and colorful compared to the story line. It begins as a very fun show where a dark, mysterious transfer student appears in their lives, then a magical squirrel offers the girls a contract in exchange for becoming a magical girl. Don’t be fooled by the bright colors and beautiful backgrounds, this show will leave you thinking and perhaps questioning of everything in your life. 

Edit! Someone suggested that I add these two so here they are: the first one is Norn9: norn+nonet. Based on the otome game, a nameless girl with a mysterious past is chosen to join the crew of Norn, whose mission is to maintain peace throughout the world. While I have not personally watched it, from what I can tell of the animation it is visually very appealing, with stunning shots of both the sky and land. In typical otome fashion, the story seems to revolve around two girls with a cast of plenty of guys to ship them with. 

The second update I’ll be adding is Amnesia. Also based on the otome game, the story revolves around a girl who wakes up with no memories and has to try to figure out her past along with her new magical, floating friend. The entire show is very colorful, although I personally found it a bit slow for my taste. 

Chariot/Croix - Piggyback Rides

Set while the two were still students, after Chariot got the shiny rod :O Totally inspired by fanart of the two :D

I really want to see more of the young Chariot and Croix dynamic. Particularly after their angst over the Shiny Rod choosing Chariot but before their falling out. Like this fragile relationship tinged with bitterness but the two still love each other, it’s just too good OTL


“Over here!

 Croix followed the familiar voice, eyes barely picking out the small hands that waved in the distance for her attention. It was a moonless night; the shrubbery and bushes only made her after-hours trek into the woods that much harder.

Squinting, she batted a stubborn group of bushes with her wand and stepped into a small clearing, where her friend was resting on a fallen, moss-eaten log.

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I will take my screwdriver.

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That is probably not what you expected. Bit to be honsest, i regret nothing :D


Steve groaned hearing loud rock music coming from Tony’s science lab. He hided his head in his pillow hoping to block music which made his head throbbing. How in hell Stark got up so early and got to his lab? He would normally sleep at least to noon, and then after half hour of staring at his coffee cup he would decide to drink it and then go to his lab.

Steve looked at clock standing on his bedside table and moaned unhappy. It was 6 in the morning.

He rolled on his back and looked at the ceiling hoping that it was just bad dream. After few minutes he lost his hope and got up, ready to reprimand Stark for his behavior at that early hour, after very hard mission they were only the day before.

Dressed only in his sweatpants, wit out shirt and with are foots he leaved his room, heading right to the source of the music, which was, as he expected, the science lab, not far away from the common room of the Avengers headquarters. Walking through the room he saw Bucky and Natasha, sitting with cups of coffee, already after theirs morning training session. His best friend waved at him with smile. He waved, not really paying attention at anything that wasn’t source of AC/DC Highway to Hell. He heard giggle of Natasha behind him, but payed it no mind.

He get into the lab and immediately turned off the stereo, sighing with delight when it got quiet in the room. His satisfaction didn’t last long, because of loud “The hell you did asshole” coming from behind the shelves. It wasn’t Tony’s voice.

From behind the shelves comes short (h/c) girl with frown on her face dirty from grease in tight white tank top and jeans shorts. He looked her from head to toes, taking in her whole appearance, noticing her torn sneakers. He swallowed hard his saliva looking into her (e/c) eyes, witch beside the color looked just like Tony’s.

“You are going to answer me, or should I push a screwdriver up your ass and turn it until you start to walk as a good little solider on a crank?” He opened his lips slightly, not knowing what to say. Never in his live has he meet girl as mean and pretty by the way as her. “If you are not gonna talk, then I suggest, you turn on my stereo and leave before I will take my screwdriver.” Still stunned, Steve turn on the stereo and left the lab.

He get into the common room with big eyes, still not knowing what just happened. He looked at Natasha who were laughing really hard.

“I see you met (y/n).” She said when she finally calmed down.

“W-who is this girl?” He looked behind him at the girl who were working on one of Tony’s latest project, as if she was in her own home, jumping slightly to music, and occasionally waving her head to the rhythm, making her (h/c) hair to get on her face and into her mount and eyes. Who the hell she was?!

“It’s (y/n).” Said Tony coming into the kitchen and pouring himself a coffee, clearly not happy of being woken up so early. He looked at Steve, and sighed seeing confusion still written on his face. “My sister? The world numero uno in science and mechanics, at least in women category? Really? Noting? I told you all yesterday that she is stopping by, to have a little Tet-a-Tet with my lab.” Steve was looking at Tony as if he had just told him, that elephants are flying. Stark sighed and rubbed his face. “That’s how you are listening to what I’m saying.”

“You have sister?” Tony shoot his hands up.

“No it’s my brother, don’t pay attention to boobs, it’s family thing. Yes, I have a sister, her name is (y/n) and if I see any of you closer than five meters from her, I’m personally gonna kick your ass.” Steve nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his mind around the though that Howard Stark had not one, but two kids and that they both were extremely rude…

“Antony, if you drank whole coffee, could you please make some more?”

“Of course (y/n/n).” Correction. Extremely rude for him. He looked at the girl who get out of the lab and sat on the couch next to Natasha, introducing herself to Bucky. He looked at Tony, who were making more coffee at the kitchen island. After a while go comes closer to him, leaning at one of the chairs.

“Is she staying for long?” Tony just shrugged his shoulder.

“As long as she want. She was in Asia for quite a while, and don’t have a place to go.” Blonde nodded again and looked at the girl. She was pretty, even beautiful, but she was acting just like her brother, or at least he observed it so far.

“Alright. I don’t want to sound mean, but who the hell are you, and why are you looking at me?” She turned around to look Steve right into eyes. Super Solider quickly looked at his feet, feeling blush appearing on his face. She raised her eyebrow. “Is he mute, deaf or just really stupid?” Tony rolled his eyes, coming to her and giving her cup of coffee.

“It’s Steve, or Captain America as you want. He is just really shy little girl in ‘grow men’ body.” (y/n) made sound that she understand what her brother had just told her.

“So this is the infamous Captain I-have-broom-im-my-ass America.”

“Language!” tony reprimand he satirically, which made both of them laugh. Steve groaned, sitting at the kitchen island. He got a felling that this is going to be really long visit. Bucky stood from his spot on the couch and get to his best friend.

“You two would be a sweet couple.” He whispered on his ear and laughed at the face his friend made.


Three months of being woken up on six in the morning by loud rock music later, Steve found himself looking at every move (y/n) made with lovesick puppy eyes and stupid smile on his face every time she talked to him.

It started innocently. Waking up on early morning hour, Steve would get up from his bed and go to the kitchen, where he make coffee and pour it to (f/c) cup with flowers and give to her. First few times it wasn’t pleasant. Wherever he come into the lab, you would throw daggers at him if he was to close to your stereo, calming down only when he would put her coffee on the desk. After three or four days of that, she started to smiled at him and thanked him for it.

Before he know it, Steve was looking forward the rare occasions of where she wasn’t in the lab. Instead of this, she would sit in the armchair, with cup of cinnamon-orange tea, in the oversized (f/c) sweater, leggings, and fluffy socks on her feet, with hair wet after the shower, sticking to her face, slightly parted lips and book in her hand. He would then sit on the sofa, pretending to read a newspaper in his hands, but really looking at her with affection in his eyes and blush, every time she looked up and smiled at him.

Of course, Bucky saw it first, and immediately informed Natasha about it. And then started their teasing and jokes of his behavior from them. They started to mess with him, occasionally asking (y/n) of her opinion of his hair or clothes, which she commented in her Stark-sarcastic way, making him blush every time.

“I bet a tenner that before Steve confess his feelings for (y/n/n), she will be long married with at least two children, big house with white fence and dog… named Steve.” Bucky said, placing money on the coffee table. Natasha nodded her head slightly, and she put the same amount of money next to Bucky’s.

“I say, he will do it after she get old, buried her husband AND Steve-the-dog, and decide to marry again, this time with cybernetically programmed butler of her second son.” Steve groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“Could you guys give me a brake? And where the hell you two get an idea of her naming dog Steve?” He looked at them, but quick looked at the lab doors, which opened. (y/n) walk into the kitchen and poured herself some tea.

“Hey (y/n), if you would have a dog, how will you name him?” At Bucky’s question she looked up, thinking for a while before looking at him with grin.

“Steve.” Both assassins laughed, while super solider blushed and put his forehead on the table top. (y/n)’s smile only grew bigger and she sat with them. “Why you ask?”

“Because Steve…” said man looked hard at his friend who just smiled. “Didn’t believe us that you would name that dog.” She giggled.

“I will, just to mess up with him. OK, I have to get back to work. When you see Sam and Wanda, tell them that I will go to the shop first thing in the morning, and ask them what they wanted.”
“Sure thing, doll.” She kissed Bucky on the check and went to the lab. Steve looked at his friend with fake betrayal on his face. He just smiled like a cat that got cream and patted Natasha on the shoulder. “Come on, we have a training session. Let’s leave Mr. too-scared-to-act, alone.” Redhead nodded standing and going after him, waving to Steve, who just groaned again and started to hit his head on the table.

“Could you stop? You are devastating my beautiful table.” He looked at older of the Stark sibling.

“Tony, can I as you something?”

“Whatever you say, I’m not borrowing you my car.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“It’s about (y/n).”

“You are not dating her.” Said Tony and started to read his newspaper.

“What are you…?”
“I’m not stupid capsicle. I know how are you looking at her, and no, you can’t date her.”

“I believe it’s not your choice.”

“And yet you are asking me about it. Listen Steve.” Tony looked at him, putting his paper down. “I know what kind of men you are and no. I will not let you be with her, simple because I don’t trust you enough to protect her. She is my sister, and I will do everything to make sure, nothing will never happened to her. And you are… you. You are good man, but not for her.” Steve felt as his heart stopped for a moment.

“So you don’t trust me, that I will keep her have?” Tony raised his eyebrow.

“I just know you, and I know that if something will seem more important for you than her, then you will choose that thing instead of her. And I can’t let that happened.” They looked in each other eyes for a while, before Steve opened his mouth.

“Nothing will be more important than her.”
“You say it now. No one knows what will happen.” Stark stood up and toke his newspaper. “You may try, but if you will hurt her, you will not come out of it alive.” With that he left Steve, who sighed.


Next morning Steve woke up to almost unnatural silence in the building. First, he thought that he got deaf. He looked at the clock. It was half past six. He furrowed his brow and got up, dressing quickly and going to common room, where stood almost whole team, with out Tony, who were in the lab.

“What’s going on?”
“Oh, sleeping beauty is awake. Good. (y/n)’s missing.”

“Wasn’t she suppose to go to the store?”

“She canceled it yesterday evening, when she found out that Sam was at the store.” Steve furrowed his brow. If she wasn’t at the lab, nor in her armchair, then where were she?

“Redwing found something.” Sam announced, going to the direction of where his droid was.

At the garden, right behind the building were signs of a struggle. Steve felt as if some cold hand dug through his skin and grabbed his stomach. He crouched down and looked at the ground.

“Natasha, go and check monitoring record. Sam, you Bucky and T'challa are going to check whole terrain around. Look for everything and report to me immediately when you found something, anything that will tell us, where she could possibly be. Vision check lab, if there is any clue. And Wanda go look in her room.” Everyone looked at Steve in shock. His tone was cola and face hard, just as his eyes. He looked at everyone. “Now!” They got to their quest at hand immediately. He rubbed his face and looked at Tony. “You should check your mail. There is possibility that someone kidnapped her for ransom.”

“Yeah, come.” They get inside, going to Tony’s office.

After almost three hours, Natasha got into the room with wide eyes. Both men looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“I checked records. You should see that.” She got to Tony’s computer and put pendrive into USB point. “hmm… there.” She showed them the record of (y/n) being attacked and kidnapped by three man, dressed all in black. Tony furrowed his eyebrows.

“I know who they are.” He got up and went to his closed where he kept his armor. “They will not want any ransom. They will kill her. Call everyone. We have to go.”


Whole team landed at the forest near the big abandoned hangar, where (y/n) were held hostage. Carefully, they neared building, carefully, not to disclose themselves. Steve felt uneasy. He was nearly sure that there should be some guards, but everything were quiet, without any sighs of anyone.

When they got into the building, they stopped dead on their track, seeing nearly twenty man laying cold on the ground. Everyone was thinking the same think. What the heck happened here?! After a moment, they snapped back to reality, tearing sound from one of the rooms near them.

When they opened doors, ready to fight with whoever was in there, they stopped shocked, seeing (y/n), in her pajama from night before, sitting on top of the table with jars of peanut butter and jam next to her and with sandwich in her hand. She looked up and them and smiled happily.

“There you are. Good for you, I would turn your lives into living hell, if I would have to come home on foot.” She bite her meal and chewed on it, waving her legs. She stopped seeing their eyes staring at her. “What? I have something on my face?”

“What the fuck happened here?” She laughed at Natasha.

“I did not tall you that I am a badass?”

“You beat them? There is like twenty of them!” She jumped to the ground and throw your half eaten sandwich behind you.

“Twenty one to be exact. Yeah. I am trained badass.” She grinned. Steve was looking at her in ave before he dropped his shield and get to her, taking her cheeks in hands and kissing her.

It took her a while to proceed what is going on, but when she get whats going on, she quickly pulled off of him and knocked him out. She whipped her lips and looked at the rest of them.

“If anyone who isn’t Leonardo DiCaprio will do it again, I’m gonna kill you.” She pushed between them and went to the main doors. Everyone laughed, and Bucky bro-fisted Natasha.

“I forgot to tell him, that she will be the one who will kill him.” Tony said with smile, going after his sister. “Can someone pick Steve up?”

This is a celebration of all black hair. Because if you want to keep it natural, that’s beautiful. If you want to relax it, that’s beautiful. If you want braid,twist, dread, weave, put on a wig, or just shave it all of (I mean I did). That. Is. Beautiful. Always. It goes excellently with your dark or medium or lighter skin. It helps to accentuate your stunning facial bone structure. It’s yours. Never change your hair for anyone: Not your partner Not your interviewer Not your boss Not your parents Not for the standard of beauty Change your hair only for you. Because you love yourself and you want to express your versatility. This has been an uninvited public service announcement.

Breathe In, Breathe Out

They’re beautiful, you thought.

My god.

You had excused yourself from the meet-and-greet of Spencer’s team to go to the bathroom.  As your hands shook and your neck started to sweat, you cursed yourself for not bringing a hair tie.

Splashing water on your face, you realize you never did put on makeup.

Damn it, I should’ve worn makeup.  Covered up this double chin…

While you’re tugging at your cheeks and smoothing out your clothes, Penelope walks in.

“Hey!” she chimes.  “Spencer wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Oh, yes.  Just cleaning myself up a bit.  This hair gets a bit hot.”

“Oh, but it’s so beautiful!” Penelope smile.

“You think so?” you ask.

“Oh, yes,” she says as she links her arm in yours.  Something tells you that she knows.  That she knows your insecurity.  That she knows your fear. And somehow, deep down in your soul, it makes you feel a little better.


Sitting down to lunch, Spencer is smiling and talking with everyone, and as he slips his hand onto your knee and squeezes, you only catch the last part of his question.

“Y/N?” Spencer inquires, “are you alright?” he asks, furrowing his brow.

Looking over at him, you say, “I’m so sorry, Spencer, I just haven’t slept well as of late. Let me go chase down the waitress, I really think I’m gonna need some coffee along with that water.”

As you get up to head for the waitress, Penelope is right on your heels.

“Ok.  Spencer isn’t stupid.  He knows something is wrong.  Talk to me.”

As you stare at Penelope, the waitress comes and goes.  Tears springing into your eyes, Penelope gets a worried look on your face.

“Oh my gosh, oh no.  No, no.  Come here, child,” she soothes.

“You all are beautiful,” you whisper.  “You all are beautiful, and he is surrounded by you.  W-we…we haven’t even slept in the same bed together.  How in the world can I compete with that?  With JJ’s smile and Emily’s body.  With your beautiful colors.  How am I supposed to keep up?”

Penelope, stunned into silence, doesn’t even realize that Spencer has walked up behind you.

“Y/N?  Is that what’s wrong…?”

Jumping at his voice, you spin around, your face flushing with embarrassment. Oh god. That voice tugging at your head. Your stomach touching your toes, your palms starting to sweat. Damn it with the forgotten hair tie!

While your mind is swirling with a thousand different explanations, Spencer takes your hand.

“Y/N, those girls, my co-workers, they are my family.  My sisters.  They are not who I am dating, not who I am attracted to.  They are not whose house I frequent at night when I can’t sleep.  They are not who I call on my free days to get lunch.  They are not who I stay up late talking with.  They are not you.”

As tears slip down your cheeks, Spencer takes his thumb and wipes them away.  “This was too premature.  I shouldn’t of brought you here to meet all of them at once.  I figured with me being here that your social anxiety would’ve been alleviated a little.  Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

Looking down to the floor, Spencer talks to Penelope over your shoulder. “Could you tell everyone that Y/N isn’t feeling very well, and that I’m taking her to go lay down for a while?  Tell them that we are really sorry, and we can try this again one at a time.”

You knew that when Penelope said that, that they would know about your social anxiety.  “One at a time” gives stuff like that away to profilers like them.  And maybe that was the point.  But Spencer was taking you home, to lay down and calm down.  And that was the point.

That Spencer was leaving with you. Not because of you.

And you had to keep reminding yourself of that.

“Tell an Artist Positive Things About Their Art Day” seems fun enough. List is long, I have a lot of artists I look at!

@kynimdraws works with bright colors while keeping everything soft with the shading. Also she has a nuzlocke comic that’s almost done check it out~

@tamarinfrog i’ve been following for a long time and she definitely knows how to use color. I love the textures she uses as well (and she has 3 comics ongoing WOW)

@viria is one of the atmosphere color masters it’s like she sculpts the figure with light i can’t explain it its beautiful

@protocol00 dude has amazing line and can work well with minimal colors. also has a nuzlocke comic.

@hamletmachine has a lovely sketch quality to her work as well as knowing the human body and behavior. has a webcomic!

@spiritsonic has great facial expressions! also has a sonic comic

@stupidoomdoodles works with great expressions and motion. also has a DBZ AU comic thats really awesome

@artistblack has a simple pop/chibi/idk how to explain it style. Can make anything and everything cute/sexy. Has a webcomic.

@pettyartist has such an easy style on the eyes, lots of curves (and cartoony and fun). has a nuzlocke comic.

@wanlingnic she hasn’t posted much and I’m a bit sad b/c i love her sketches and atmospheric colors and chubby faces. has a nuzlocke comic.

@landwalker is just a straight up awesome illustrator i don’t know what he CANT do.

@hyenafu masterfully uses gradients as well as strong use of line and color. has a few comic under her belt!

@shinondraws is one of my favorites, despite styles differences. I love how much detail she puts into her work, not to mention color mastery.

@drklim IS FABULOUS with her strong line and bright colors. She works with popping hues and she can make it WORK. (i’m going to miss you girl)

@light-of-aether has awesome sketches and continues to improve ;)))

@vermilion-city-gym has drawn anything in years BUT HER WORK IS AWESOME ANYWAYS SHH

@aldebagor gets special mention because her lines and bold and stunning

@flowerpot-comic is super adorable with happy colors. And as you guessed, its a comic!

@bluekomadori has painterly feel to each work, and their colors are give a nice faded, atmospheric feel to them. Like baby blankets.

@ibiskos has great line art, especially eyes~

In short: i love color

A little Everlark drabble to get me in the summer frame of mind. Link to the post that inspired this located at the bottom of the story. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. I haven’t written this trope yet and kind of wanted to, so …Happy Reading!

The crowd yells and Peeta glances over his shoulder at the field momentarily, joining the cheering while Heyward slides into second a moment before the catcher’s throw reaches the baseman. Then he turns back and finishes the climb to row 15. At least he’s only missed half of the first inning. Confusion wrinkles his brow as he reaches the row indicated on his ticket and his friends wave, greeting him with cheerful shouts, Finnick with a sheepish look on his face.

“Sorry, man. This was the only way I could get us all in the same section,” he admits with a shrug.

Peeta’s eye sweep over his friends packed in a row in the midst of the sold out crowd then across the aisle to the lone empty seat separated from his friends by the steep stairs and the metal handrail running up its center. He suppresses a sigh and lowers his body into the vacant seat. So much for a relaxing evening catching up with his friends at the ballpark. Just before his rear hits the plastic seat, the woman assigned to the spot next to him glances over and Peeta nearly drops his beer.

Keep reading


you will be fifteen when a guy comes into your life with eyes the color of life. and the quietness of night with the darkness of hell storming the sleeves of his arms. yet the solace of the moon will tap at your fingertips screaming ‘he’s the one.’ and the stars will dart across the sky as if he was the rainbow beauty dipping himself into a pot of gold. he will be the birds song, the chatter of the day.  he will be the voice that mingles the colors amongst the canvas, the artist bringing life back into the dead emptiness of a painting. however, the sun will finally set and the latest loneliness of January will set in of how you miss the way his fingers crossed yours.

you will be eighteen with your heart dipped in the wrong hands because he had smothered you in false accusations of glory and gold. he will try to ignite the purity of you on fire. he will want to be the first that burns the wax, the first to touch you. but your soul will tug and tug at the threads suffocating you and you will say no.

you will be twenty and he will spring ‘faithfulness’ on the broken limbs of the flowers crawling up your throat. he will misplace his hands in hopes of falling asleep with you with cruelty of his demon blood rising in his palms. he will string holes through your skin and bite at you until you give it up to him. he will tie a rope around your neck as a version of guilt to trick you into staying one more night. he will drink a toast to his dreams exploding, he will haunt you like a bag of rustic ghosts. he will dare you with bits of fallen parts. and you will be too young to turn away.

you will be twenty-one, and your heart will still be broken from the last loves that have come through your fields to spindle tornadoes and knock you down. he will have picked her. the girl who’s fingertips tasted so much like the sky, two blue stars flickering like a stunning diamond. she has it all: the cut. the color. the clarity. half eaten ghosts whispering in her ear. her hair, an enfolding flower, and stillness trickling down to her feet screaming, “I am more wolf than woman and I’m still learning how to stop apologizing to the moon for my all my wild.” the salt of the earth lingering along her plum-soaked tongue, and the muscles of his lips needling themselves in the discs of her spine as if her purity is wrapped around his fingers.

you will be twenty four and you’ll see two worlds in him, one of the underworld and one of the divine intervention. with galaxies in his eyes and the moon casting shadows in the way his hands caressed mine, particles of red and brown like Jupiter’s stardust lives in his tulip palms. I saw the nature in his spine and how rose vines crawled up his back. the way his fingers fit like a glove embedded into mine as if we were a match made in heaven. I saw the halo drifting over his head like a casualty. he wears hell on his sleeves like it lives in his heart. he dismisses the devil biting at his tongue. as if lighting can be seen in the galaxies of his eyes, as if no one else but you no longer strikes his eyes like a part of the sky. only you will be able to ignite his soul.

—  Excerpt From The Book I’ll Never Write #236
Kelly Rowland is Coming out With a Makeup Line for 'Chocolate Girls'

We already love Kelly Rowland for her stunning voice, enviable figure, and firece representation for black women. And now we can add yet another item to that ever-growing list – the Grammy Award-winning singer has revealed that she’ll be launching a makeup line created specifically for women of color. Insert: Praise dance!
We caught up with Rowland on Monday night – at an event sponsored by Claritin and the Boys & Girls Clubs of America – where she gave us the scoop on the exciting new project.  
“My makeup artist Sheika Daley and I are actually starting a makeup line we’re making sure we make, well, we’re starting off with lashes and then we’re going to have it grow for all women,” Rowland told Essence. “But definitely making sure we have our chocolate girls covered. Gotta get the chocolate girls in there! We have to have that, you know. I think Iman has done a beautiful makeup line and I want to do it too!”
Any brown girl knows there’s definitely more room for diversity at the beauty counter. And while beauty brands are increasing paying attention to the needs of women with darker skin tones, the industry still a long way to go. We can’t wait to get a glimpse of what Rowland will be offering.
There’s no word on a launch date for the makeup line – but we’ll keep you posted. You can also look out for Rowland’s new album in the coming months, as well as a book that she explained is “exciting” but sadly “can’t even say what it is yet.”

[Article] MAMAMOO "We want to become stunning female icons"

2 years only since debut ‘Top-trend girl group’

MAMAMOO (Solar, Moonbyul, Whee In, Hwa Sa) are flowers in the wild. During the 3 years of training, rather than strict coaching, they developed their skills through free and unrestricted practices. On top of basic training, they were given assignments to complete. By personally creating songs and constructing stages, they were able to fill their lacking areas through complementary trainings. Among Korea’s standard K-Pop girl groups, they are a self sustaining group who develops themselves with no discipline.

These wildflowers, even without cultivation, are able to sustain their existence. Though they might not be delicate, they carry scents that nobody else can imitate. MAMAMOO in 2 years only since debut, have become the 'top-trends’ because of their wildflower-like charms. Since debut in 2014, they have shown their 'self-sustaining’ skills through their self composed songs, personally constructed dances and participation in music videos.

The reason to MAMAMOO’s popularity is their 'lively stages’, which can be seen through their non-pretending honest image. Due to their free and unrestrained trainings since trainee days, they carry free spirited charms that cannot be seen in any standard idols. In addition, by communicating with the public, they have raised a 'friends-like’ fandom. Collecting opinions of fans on their stage outfits and adlibs, they have given the fandom a sense of 'ownership’. They are all things that 'break the traditional stereotypes of a girl group’.

Fans who are raised by MAMAMOO themselves. Artists and fans who come together and grow together.

Although MAMAMOO are spending their best days now, the phrase 'top-trend’ sounds too excessive as they compared themselves to “a baby who just took her first step.”

“There is no gap in our schedules everyday. Although we still don’t feel like being the 'top-trends’, we did become busier”.

Composer Kim Do Hoon who took part in creating MAMAMOO, told them to 'always stay humble’. The members who are familiar with the so-called 'celebrity disease’ said, “we will always maintain a careful mode.”

From debut to now and in the future as well, they will never forget their “goal of having a unique color that MAMAMOO has only.”

“While we have stepped a foot in the music industry, we have yet to struck a mark on it. We often say that we want to become 'this generation’s icon’. Each generation has its own rising icons. MAMAMOO wants to become the 'stunning girls’ as well. We want to hear like 'Ah! This, is MAMAMOO’s style.”

— Rough trans by tgc

tbh i love jesy nelson so fcking much i can do a list:

  • the funniest face expressions you’ll ever see
  • best accent imitation ever
  • BAHLEGDE!!!!!!!
  • you’ll die of laughter im serious
  • such a caring and sweet girl
  • but can fuck u up in a matter of second if u talk shit 
  • snarky af
  • voluptous curves (amazing boobs and booty)
  • beautiful big hair!!!
  • SO FUCKING STUNNING??????????????
  • inspires girls who go through bullying every single day of her life
  • is honest and not afraid of taking risks
  • TATTOOS???????????????????????
  • my favorite: “ a tiger never loses sleep over the opinions of sheep
  • has the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world
  • CAN SING LIKE AN ANGEL (including high notes)
  • HAS FRECKLES??????????????????????!!!!!?????
Thank You, Amazing Gif Makers

It seems like, as much as the Mythical Beasts are loving and kind and all around a happy safe place, for us all, sometimes we get a little out of shape. And sometimes the gif makers of the fandom suffer. I know there’s always gonna be rude peeps going on anon to ruin someone’s day and I know there’s always someone calling someone out on something they don’t like, either privately or directly. But who’s to say there can’t be someone to cheer things up a bit?

In lieu of this post, regarding the mean anons that gif makers get, let’s take a moment to celebrate our gifers, shall we? Reblog and spread the love!

@feliznavidang thank you for making such lovely gifs. I know you get a lotta hate and I don’t know why. You don’t deserve any. Your gifs are simply so nice that the anon haters are jealous, I suppose. I know they’re mean, but please don’t pay them mind! They don’t speak for the majority of us.

@graveyard-whistler speed! omg the speed! and the variety of moments you gif! If there is a moment I saw in the episode, I can bet a cookie you have gif’d it or are about to. Your tags are awesome. You have such outreach and you really care about your work.

@rhettlinks Your gifs are gorgeous and you pick such interesting moments to gif! They’re so pleasing to look at and the speed is perfect for the coloring too. I think you’re newer to gifing in this fandom? Or at least it was only in the last few months I noticed your gifs all over my dash. Either way, keep up the awesome!

@rhettmcbabe Goodness! Your coloring is so pleasing to look at and your gifsets are so large and all-encompassing. I always look forward to seeing your daily giant gifset of GMM amazingness. Thank you for sharing your lovely art with us! Also IDK how you do those animated emoji thingies as your source links but I adore them.

@chiasquatch some of you may still know them as mythicallove, but chiasquatch is where it’s at now! So many gifs of more than just GMM! Commercial kings, rhett and link kasts, main channel vids.. thank you for your variation! And you have such a lovely tagging system!

@randlerandbelvedere such unique gifs! The moments the others don’t have a chance to gif, you do! I always look forward to seeing the content you produce!

@hasretmythical Goodness gracious, your photoshop skillz are unmatched! From your gifs to your edits/art/whatever those giffy-things I tag ‘art’ are, I can’t wait to see what you have up your creative sleeves next! The things you do are unlike anything else I’ve ever seen. Keep on being fabulous, girl!

@jadeneal There’s something different about the coloring of your gifs and I don’t know what it is, but I love it. I can’t wait to see which moments you gif in the future! You always pick some great ones :D

@goodmythicalmore Such pretty gifs! Your black and white gifs are stunning and your color gifs are beautiful. When you do those slowed-way-down B&W gifs it makes my brain stop working to stare at them for a minute. Keep up the amazing!

@yourmythicalbest Can we preface this by saying I adore your captions- they very often make me laugh aloud- your tags are gold, and I so look forward to your gifs! I love the coloring + speed combo they have, I’m always ready to see more!

@lilablackbird I love the blue tones (are they blue tones? Sorry, I know little about colors lol) in your gifs, and I love how you handle text on your gifs, because I always know who’s speaking.

@mythical-shippings There’s something about your gifs that has a soft quality to it, and I like it very, very much. I’m not sure how to describe it but I always know it when I see it. It’s amazing. ^-^ You make so many unique compilation gifsets too! also RHETT&LINKAST GIFS

@goodmythicalyann you make some awesome gifs too, often times of moments that no one else gifs, and I always love to see them. Keep up the good work!

@goodmythicalmeltdown I know you’re newer to the gifing scene, but hang in there! Your gifs are so pretty and your text is so elegant, and yeah, those people who take the credits off are jerks. Ignore them and keep doing you!

@mclaughlinrhett I don’t see your gifs very often. I’m not sure if it’s due to time zones or what, but I am going to start seeking out the loveliness that is your gifs. Because they are very lovely. Don’t stop!

@rhincoln In contrast to the darker red tones or blue tones in many gifs, the lighter, sort of pastel coloring and overall softer look of your gifs is refreshing! Always adore seeing your gif sets! =]

@the420gal Your gifs are fab and unique, and I know a lot of mythical beasts who thank you profoundly for the chest gifset XD Y’all know the one. Thank you bunches for being awesome!

@mythical-rhink It’s very rare, but every once in a blue moon, you make a gif or two, Isra. And we love to see them!

@tragica it seems like you can do everything! Like legit EVERYTHING OMG and you mail has been on a GMMore which is !! ?? amazing!  Gifs are one of your many talents and we love you for ‘em, girl! Keep on making ‘em!

@rhinkster I love your gifs! They’re as stellar as you (which is very, by the way). Appreciate your contributions to the fandom bunches here! Keep on being awesome!

@ianhecoxhasabowlhaircut you don’t just make gifs for the mythical beast fandom, but your gifs are stunning and colored very well! I’m always happy when you decide to gif our mythical dads. :D

If I didn’t mention you, I apologize. Feel free to reblog and add yourselves! There are so many wonderful people in this fandom that sometimes even I have trouble keeping track- and I make it my mission to keep track of this stuff! :p

You guys make this fandom 1000% better and I can’t thank you enough. Thank you for being you.
Are you getting hate? Feeling down? Maybe your gifs don’t get the attention you’d like? Hit me up. I’m your new #1 fan. I love all of you guys so much. Keep rockin’. <3