Anyone who knows me from @artmemesarchive knows that I love them, so what better way to kick off this blog than with an art challenge! Also, despite this blog’s name, it’s not necessarily about first ones specifically!  Any old oc will do.  The difference can be from months to years, but the longer ago it was created the better the transformation!

For this challenge, paste an old drawing of the character in the box (can be traditional, scanned, photographed, digital, mspaint, whatever!) on the Original half, then fill out the form. Afterwards, update the character! Make them new! Draw a picture with your improved skills! Update their bio and information! Reflect on your improvement and changed tastes.

 I hope to see people participate!! If you do it, tag me @myfirstoc or put #myfirstoc in the tags of the post so I can see it and reblog it!

as a kid i always loved stuffed animals but when you don’t have a stable living situation, you.. don’t hold onto things b/c you.. can’t, lmao, they get lost/taken/etc, b/c you’re always in a different place, w/ different people, from year to year or even month to month, and you’d never know when s/t was going to happen that would put you somewhere else, w/ someone else.. but anyway the main focus of this story is the fact that two of the stuffed animals i somehow managed to keep safe + w/ me for over a decade are the ones that i won from a claw machine, in an arcade, at a bowling alley, over ten years ago, from when i would go w/ my grandmother to a bowling league thing she was a part of and like… how. life is weird. serendipity or whatever. they’re a duck + an orange dinosaur and i love them and i love the memories attached to/ associated w/ them. this really is a pointless and ridiculous post and observation but! whatever

More fun with ADHD:

  • Making a carefully thought out list of all the things you need to get done today, and then spending the entire day doing great stuff that’s not on that list.
  • Getting to the end of whatever thought/conversation you were just having and then defaulting back to whatever the current obsession is, so that everyone gets used to hearing ‘I wonder when that package will come’ or ‘dinner was great last night, yeah?  We should make that more often’ like fifteen times in a day.
  • I lost my to do list in the pile of to do lists.
  • I wrote my to do list on a white board.  The list on the whiteboard is from two months ago.
  • I put estimated times on my to do list.  Apparently I have no idea how the fuck long it takes to do things.
  • The fuck you say ‘talks excessively’, ADHD pamphlet?  Everything I say is fascinating and everyone loves me for carrying the conversation.  Always.  And starting new conversations when they’re trying to leave.  And finishing everyone’s sentences because I knew what you were saying and you were too slow.
  • The closest I ever got to playing Risk was that time someone gave Star Wars Risk to me so we started setting it up but the setup took too long and I got bored and wandered off.
  • I have to take medication reliably at the same time every day so that it can help me not forget everything.  That’s fuckin hilarious.
  • The uncountable times I got fascinated with something and learned a fuckton about it/got really good at it in an unreasonably short period of time, and then once I was better than I ever expected to be, I got distracted and subsequently forgot I ever did/learned it and forgot most of what I learned.

anyways i see people saying that selena is a hypocrite for showing her half-naked body on instagram because of her speech at the AMA’s from months ago… but what i thought was that yall were open minded enough to understand what the speech was really about, it was never about her telling the world not to show their bodies on instagram and that’s it. it was about doing it because you’re confident enough in your own skin, it was about doing it for YOURSELF. “I’M NOT TRYING TO GET VALIDATION, NOR DO IT NEED IT ANYMORE” get it? do whatever you want with your body, get naked and pose for instagram if you want to, but never for the opinion/validation of others, do it for you, because you want to share how much you love your body, everybody deserves to love themselves, celebrate themselves and share their bodies in every way they feel like. This is not about selena not showing skin ever again, it was never about that, for the sake of god she’s posed half-naked before this speech, THE COVER OF HER DAMN ALBUM IS JUST HER SITTING THERE HALF-NAKED!!!! so why would she come and give a speech on what yall thought was about not showing skin on social media, when she’s done it herself before? she’s not only posed half-naked for magazine photoshoots or the cover of her latest album revival, but she’s also done it on her own instagram before so? is this really yall misunderstanding something so obvious or just yall trying to AGAIN diss her for every little thing she does?

Craiglist (or whatever similar site) Masterpost

I finally found this really informative post, been searching this for weeks. This is from an awesome longtime SB with really great advice posts @itsnecolbitch, whom already deactivated her account few months ago. Enjoy!!

Are you ready to give craigslist a try? Here are some ads that I have used in the past that worked for me. Pick any of them to choose from.

1. Undeniable Moments- (Insert City Here)

Would you like for me to spice up your night? Lets go out to dinner and lets have a great time. I have went on a few dates but I felt not only something was missing but also my time being wasted. Have you ever felt that way before? Would you like to meet a woman who is exciting and that you hit it off with mutually?

I would like to be spoiled.

2. It’s Never Too Late For Happy Hour- (Insert City Here)

You’re in the middle of a hectic project and you would like to go out for an evening or two. You are in fear of going alone. You don’t have to be afraid anymore as this is when I come to the picture. Your personal social butterfly is here to rescue you. Do you accept this challenge?

3. 777, Jackpot- (Insert City Here)

I am an attractive young lady. My goal is to meet a gentleman and I just hope that chivalry still exists. He must be well traveled as i love to talk about different destinations. I am interested in art, golf, and trying the best restaurants that (insert city) has to offer.

What you’ll learn about me is that I am an elegant individual with a sense of style.

Please be at least 35-55, as I prefer my men older.

4. Lonely Lunches & Dull Dinners- (Insert City Here)

I enjoy to be your oasis, you can forget the issues of everyday life in. I will be happy to experience times of adventure with you, and discover new worlds with you. When we are together, I’ll make you the center of your universe. I will be devoted to satisfying your desires. Just let the rhythm flow through your mind, body and spirit.

I’m not opposed to refreshing yet exciting experiences that make me grow as a person and evolve my professional possibilities. My primary goal is to find a gentleman who is sincere, honest and charitable.

5. Fountain Of Youth- (Insert City Here)

My ideal gentleman is someone who is financially secure as well as intelligent, older and knows how to keep a woman happy. If you are interested in leading more about this exciting opportunity let’s go out for drinks.

6. Discrete Daddy Wanted- (Insert City Here)

A little bit about myself, I am nice, have a bubbly personality, not to mention, I am a spicy, sassy, sweet, sexy petite mixed creature. I would like to be taken care of. Does it sound like you? If so, please email me. Gracias!

7. Establish An Agreement- (Insert City Here)

I enjoy the company of ambitious, successful, gentlemen. I thrive when expectations are clear and well defined in the beginning letting the rest take care of itself as it all unfolds.

I am seeking a gentleman who desires the benefits of companionship, without the entanglements of a traditional relationship. I would like to be spoiled and pampered.

8. The Ambiance- (Insert City Here)

People tell me I have an exotic look. Natural beauty by day, and dressed to the nines at night. I love the finest things life has to offer and will not settle for less. I am ready for fun and ultimately looking for one person to share my life with. I am attracted to powerful men. Honesty and loyalty are very important to me. I love black tie events, the opera, movies, both domestic and international travel, exotic/luxury cars, golfing, skiing and shopping. I believe in chivalry, romance, and sensuality.

I know what I want and when I find it, I will be off the market.

I spend my free time searching for the man of my dreams. He is worldly, educated, classy, fun, and sexy. A man that enjoys taking care of himself and the woman he is crazy about. A man that loves to travel, both planned and spontaneous.

9. Intelligence Is The Ultimate Aphrodisiac- (Insert City Here)

Don’t open the bottle of wine just yet. Just wait. Aren’t you missing something? No, I’m not talking about the appetizers or the main dish. You are missing, me.

My world is rich and diverse. My standards are high. I reserve the right to say no to invitations when appropriate.

I am most definitely not opposed to seeking an arrangement with a gentleman who is diplomatic, refined, exceptional and a philanthropic. You be will be impressed with my confidence along with my presence. I can’t wait to meet you.

10. Dinner With A Beautiful Woman- (Insert City Here)

I am a woman who enjoys having a man truly be a man and a provider. I like spending my time with a mature individual who knows how to treat a woman, and he knows how to make the most of each moment we spend together.

I am seeking a successful man who is interested in exploring a relationship that is mutually beneficial. I want to meet an individual who is open to new things and enjoying quality time.

After you have posted your ad, it’s time to play the waiting game.

You’ve got a response! What’s next? If it sounds intriguing, you can either do two things:

1. Send a personalized email about yourself and what you are looking for OR you can use my example spam message but of course you would have to reword it and it goes like this:

“Thank you so much for responding to my ad. I would love to get to know you better and hopefully you’ll give me the opportunity to do so. I hope you don’t mind my age as I am _____ years old, however I do consider myself as a young face with an old soul, therefore, I am comfortable in any setting. If you don’t mind me asking what exactly is your occupation because I do consider myself as an entrepreneur. I can’t wait to hear back from you.”

After you send that and he replies again, that means you are in there for scheduling a date. Remember to agree to meet at a public place.

Bonus tips: You are allowed to post at least 5 ads a day, so please post, never feel discouraged when they flag it.

1. Be very firm when they ask you what exactly you are looking for. When they ask, do not be shy. Tell him exactly this: At this time, I am looking for a gentleman who isn’t opposed to exploring a relationship that is rather mutually beneficial to as I have done something like this before and the experience was great to where I would like to try again. If he doesn’t know what that means, do not delete his email. Explain to him that in other words you are seeking a sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement.

Good luck ladies!


To Find A Family (DCBB 2015)

Author: linasane (leatherandfeathersandfluff) | Artist: feredir

When Dean’s little brother gets taken away, he’s expecting the fight that ensues.  He’s expecting the stress that comes from separation, expecting to do all he can to get Sammy back from whatever awful foster family he’s been placed with.  He’s not expecting Castiel Novak.

(Castiel, in turn, isn’t expecting his first foster child - five years old and angry - to be the one that leads him to the family he’s always wanted, but life has a funny way of working itself out).

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Popcorn - Chris Evans x Reader

Prompt: Can you do “Did you really just throw popcorn at me” from the prompt list with Chris Evans please?
A/N: So this one isn’t that long, it’s only 5 words, but I liked writing this one - thanks for the request anon! (Also I just realised this is the first Chris Evans request I’ve had!!)

12 days of Ficmas - Day 5

Originally posted by amerlcachavez

It was just another Sunday in the Evans’ household. You and Mr Captain America himself, Chris Evans had been married for six months now. The two of you loved married life and spent every second you could together, just being in each other’s company.  

“Babe?” Chris called from the same spot on the sofa that he sat down in an hour and a half ago.
“Hm?” you replied, only half listening to whatever it was he was going to say.
“Can you come here a sec?” he poked his head up over the back of the sofa to give you the puppy dog eyes. “Please?” he added after a moment of silence from you.
“Chris, I’m a bit busy at the moment,” you responded gesturing to the dinner pots you were washing, “what’s up?”
“Just come here” he sighed.
“I’d be able to if you got off your arse and helped me out” you said, trying to get him to help out just once. He didn’t respond so you turned your back to him and continued washing up. Moments later, you felt something soft hit the back of your head.
“What the hell?” you asked yourself quietly, turning around to see a single, rather large piece of popcorn on the floor behind you. Chris was sat on the other side of the room, stifling his laughter.
“Did you just throw popcorn at me?!”
“Who, me?” Chris asked with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“Oh, it’s on!” you taunted as you scooped up a handful of bubbles from the sink and began to run towards him.

“No, no, no! Babe, please!” Chris begged as you backed him into a corner, ready to wipe your handful of bubbles down the side of his face.
“What’s it worth to you?” you asked mischievously.
Chris stood there thinking for a moment before he responded “nothing” and grabbed the bubbles out of your hand. “Bet you didn’t see that one coming did you?” he raised an eyebrow and then winked at you.
“Actually,” you replied, “that’s exactly what I thought you would do.”

Chris was holding the bubbles right in front of your face. He stood there, gobsmacked. You used this opportunity to blow the bubbles directly at him. He didn’t know what had hit him until the moment you started running.
“Oh, hell no!” Chris shouted before giving chase. There wasn’t much space for running around so it wasn’t long before he caught up to you. Without giving it a second thought, he picked you up and put you over his shoulder.
“Chris, no!” you protested, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. “Put me down” you reached around and just managed to cover his eyes with your hand.
He removed your hand with ease and began walking towards the bedroom.

Opening the door with his foot, he chuckled victoriously.
“This isn’t over” you grinned.
“Oh, I believe it is” he said, throwing you down onto the bed. He stood, towering over you for a moment. “I love you” he whispered.

The Joker x Reader *Your day*

The Joker came up with the idea a while ago: from time to time you will have ”your day”, which means that for 12 hours you can do whatever you want. Sometimes it happens twice a month, sometimes weeks and weeks go by and…nothing. He secretly likes to make you happy but he wouldn’t admit it even if his life depends on it. A real sweetheart.   T__T

(warning: a bit of smut)

“Princess, today’s your day.” His raspy voice comes from behind you, his breath on your shoulder, waiting for your reaction.

You’re sitting on the couch, reading a magazine, bored to death. You quickly lift your head up, turning to see him, full of hope.

“Oh my God, J, like…for reals?”

“For reals,” he confirms, grinning his silver teeth at you.

You scream, tossing the magazine to the side, pulling him for a fast kiss, then you push him back and you get off the couch.

“That’s all I get?” he complains with a puzzled look on his face. Oh, he’s such a little jerk, he knows what follows.

“Hold on, let me get dressed, I’ll be back in a sec, Puddin. “

You are soooooo excited; you didn’t have your day in almost three months. You run to your closet and get your skimpy favorite outfit out that you like to wear for such…occasions: a tight red and green t-shirt (your and his favorite colors) barely going down halfway your abs , short enough to reveal your “Property of Joker” huge tattoo spread across your pelvis, plus the matching really short shorts with your name printed in the front and his printed on the back. Add the high hills and…you’re done.

You go back in the living room, and he sits on his chair, waiting, playing with his gold chains.

“Under 5 minutes, Princess, I’m impressed. I should let you have your day more often, this way you get ready in time,” he mocks you.

“Whatever Mister J,” you roll your eyes while sprinting towards him and landing on his lap. “First thing on my list, always,” you whisper, pulling down on his bottom lip with your finger, teasing him a bit before you start kissing him passionately.

-  First thing on your list is always making out with J for about half an hour. The reason why? He usually would do it for about 10, 15 minutes and then… well, you can imagine with him being such an impatient man. When it’s your day he can’t stop until you stop. Ha! Sucker! For sure taking advantage of this. You know it’s about time to put an end to it when your lips go numb. His hands are all over you and you know what he wants but it’s not going to happen right now. You have more stuff to do and can’t waste time, otherwise you’ll be trapped in the bedroom all day.

He growls, unhappy, trying to pull you back when you part from his mouth and you know better than to let him snitch you. You dodge his hand and walk backwards, licking on your lips so you can get some feeling back into them; they feel so red and swollen, just like his. You let out a devilish snicker (and you know you’ll pay for all of it later), encouraging him to get up so you can finally leave the penthouse.

“Come on, babeee, I wanna have fun out there, come on, pleasseeeee?”

“Damn it, it’s your day, I guess,” he gives up, frustrated, because he has to. He came up with the stupid thing anyway and now he can’t take it back. You smile to yourself watching him walk a bit funny towards the elevator. You almost feel sorry for him. Almost…

To compensate, you let him give you a few hickeys on the way down, this way he feels like he’s getting some revenge on you.

-   Next thing on your list is shopping and actually paying for the stuff you like. The Joker pouts and has a tantrum because his Pumpkin shouldn’t do such a common, boring thing as paying for stuff. But what are you supposed to do with all the money you have anyway?!

-  Since you are out during the day, you are using a black, unmarked car and you ask him to take you in Gotham woods at your favorite spot so he can speed and race. OMG, you love speed. He drives like a demon through the paved road, mostly deserted since Mister J bought the property last year and closed it down to the public. He does cookies and spins too and you love it until it starts to make you nauseated.

“OK, Puddin, I think I’m good now!” you let him know with a grimace. “I’m starting to get sick.”

“Lightweight!” J snickers, still doing a few more doughnuts while you dig your nails in his arm, yelling at him to stop. He can be such a stubborn ass sometimes. Thank God his rampage doesn’t last for longer.

-  You go to the movies and he rents a whole screening room just for the two of you. You wanted to watch a scary movie and he wanted to watch you get naked but you win because it’s your day and you have plans. He frowns for the length of the whole movie, arms crossed on his chest, not even looking your way until the end. Jeez, sometimes you feel you live with a 5 year old. You sigh and you have to be the bigger person (again) and give him your neck for more hickeys. That seems to please him, but you’re sure you will regret it in a little bit. In fact, you already are, your skin looks like a bruised up minefield.

-  Late lunch with Frost and his new girlfriend. You really like her since she’s your sister. They both seem to stare at your love bites that you don’t even try to hide. You like to wear them with pride, like battle wounds. People need to know how you suffer. Small talk going on, she lifts her eyebrows, pointing her lips towards your hickeys and you sigh, rolling your eyes and soundlessly mutter “temper.” She understood what you said and she giggles, quickly coughing when Mister J looks your way. You play with your food, trying to look as innocent as possible. The boys don’t talk too much; they are kind of socially awkward anyway. You don’t think they know what to say to each other except work stuff.

- Back to the penthouse, day almost over with.

“Come on, Princess, hurry up!” the Joker rushes you, coming out of the bedroom with only his gym shorts on, your name printed all over. You guys really like personalized clothing.

“I’m ready, almost done!  I swear!” you grab the popcorn from the microwave, plus your Pepsi and you follow him to the gym area. This is one on the best things to ask for when it’s your day: the Joker working out and you watching, eating popcorn and sipping on your drink. It’s better than any movie, ever. You whistle and roar every couple of minutes, visibly pleased with the view.

“Yeah, Puddin, work it! Oh, look at those muscles,” your eyes widen, totally getting excited. He’s starting to sweat a bit and that makes him look even more delicious to you and he knows it. He gets off the weight bench and with just two fingers he slowly and seductively pulls down on his shorts, watching your mouth open in anticipation. You choke on the popcorn but quickly recover because the show is getting better and better. Right before he uncovers what you’re dying to see, he pulls up his shorts, full of himself.

“That’s for doing the same thing to me all day, baby doll.”

Wow, what a jerk! He’ll pay; your day is not over yet.

“Wanna come help me?” he winks and you agree, still upset though.

He starts doing pushups with you sitting on his back and you count.

“50,51,52  …Wow, J, how many can you do?! Last time you did 50.”

“A hundred,” he grunts from under your weight, pushing himself to the limit.

“I’m impressed, you know,” you reply, spanking him and continuing to count, back to slurping on your Pepsi.


-   And for your grand finale, you lured The Joker in the bedroom,( which was effortless after you took your top off) and tight him to the bed with handcuffs. You still have 20 minutes from your day left so you decided he’s going to pay for the hickeys, for the gym scene and for other things he always does to you.

You tease him to the max, kissing him all over, brushing your skin on his but not letting him touch you himself. You bite his flesh softly and he just goes crazy.

“Untie me, doll, I can’t take it anymore, I want you right now. “

“I still have three minutes,” you give him an evil smile, licking his neck.

“Fuck, stop it or I swear I’m gonna punish you the worst way possible.”

“Hehehe, do it…Daddy!” you smirk.

That’s it, he’s done. When you call him Daddy he’s a goner and you soooo know it.

“I’m going to be nice, Puddin and untie you a minute earlier”, you smile, feeling sorry for him and to be honest at this point for you too. “But you owe me since you’re cutting into my time.”

He just purrs, biting his lips, his eyes devouring you.

“Ummm, Puddin, I can’t find the keys,” you say, looking around the bed, trying to hold your laugh.


“I can’t find the keys” you repeat, amused.

“Well, where did you put them?”

“I don’t know,” you chuckle, “I don’t actually remember seeing them.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Ehehehe, not yet,” you giggle, still looking around.

Mister J lets his head fall down on the pillow, annoyed.

“I’ll find them, I swear I will, but now…”

You crawl on top of him, forcing him to look at you again.

“You know what… Daddy? We can have fun anyway, it’s not like we didn’t do this before. Since you find yourself in this…position, I will just have to take advantage of you.” You kiss him roughly and he lets out a deep moan.

“I don’t deserve you, doll.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you bite his lip and pull yourself up, starting to take your bra off.

Also read - MASTERLIST :

Someone wanted an update on my progress from lifting etc so here it is. I weight like 4/5lbs less than i did a couple of months ago, but im lifting weights that are heavier than i have before and im starting to really see some growth in my lats which you cant see in this but im startin to get a little bigger and now i eat kinda whatever i want. Before i was hard on myself and made myself feel guilty for eating bread and burgers n shit like that. Now im eating more and training harder. Starting to think about competing in the far future. I weigh like 134/135lbs at 5'6"


I spent some time looking back at my content here from about half a year ago, and made a quick comparison to what I’ve been putting on the page for the last month. The delta isn’t pretty. I don’t see a lot of funny or light out there right now, and therefore I’m not creating a lot of it, either. (Whether I ever succeeded at that is another debate I’d rather table.)

Whatever this blog has been, I think it’s fair to say it’s been an honest reflection of how I feel. That’s sure to continue until he shuts down the Internet. Ergo, this isn’t going to be a Happy Place for the foreseeable.

So here’s an STM to everyone reading this: I’m giving you a free out. This probably isn’t what you signed up for. If this little corner of the Internet is too negative for you right now, there will be absolutely zero butt-hurt on this end if you need to avail yourself of the unfollow button for your own self-care. I really do understand. Namaste.


Oingo Boingo - Back To School

It’s not even being honest or unbiased or whatever - that translation is literally wrong. About a month ago, when that KTH?/me? fiasco was running amok (and my lord, that shit is still going around ffs), I wrote this essay to tell people to WAIT until they got multiple translations before making any assumptions.

Like the above situation from a month ago, I can actually hear where you guys got confused: 마이 무야지 when said out loud sounds like: Mai mu - ya - ji. Sort of like stretching out My Mochi. But there aren’t any Koreans who think he actually said mochi. I have seen K-fans try to figure out “what” exactly JK was telling Jimin to eat (food? his loveㅋㅋ?) and wtf that kiss sound was, but that’s about it. (I’m one of those fans. JJK, please message me.) 

Again, I get it. It sucks having to wait when we live in a world of instant gratification. And it sucks having to rely on others to understand something. But please, please get into a habit of 1) finding reliable sources, i.e. native translators, 2) being skeptical, and 3) being open to criticism.  

I emphasize the need for turning to native translators because even though we make mistakes too (myself included), we can hear the tiny details in their speech and understand the cultural context that Korean language students may miss. But anyway, I’m ranting. I’m sorry you had to go through that, Anon. I just really hope that people learn to be more careful with translations. 

A woman comes in and asks for “the outfit in the paper,” which is annoying in and of itself because she doesn’t bring the ad with her, but whatever, I grab one from the front and ask her to show me. It’s not even an outfit made up of stuff that’s on sale, it’s the outfit one if the random models is wearing, but I’ve actually seen the items in the store. So I point her to the pants and tell her that the shirt went on clearance about a month ago, and I’m not sure we have any left. She decides she doesn’t want the pants, asks for the top again, and I repeat that it’s clearance, so I don’t know where it is, but clearance racks are located around the store. And she just stared at me.

I literally don’t know what to do about customers who don’t understand that clearance means it sat in the store for 6 months and we sold most of them for regular price and clearance means there’s maybe 1 left and I can’t just take them to it, so if any of y'all have suggestions let me know.

anonymous asked:

That wasn't the whole quote from Sam though. He finished it by saying that he's glad that everyone was convinced it was real. That means they did their jobs well. That's what he said directly after the first quote. And cait has denied it several times since the IFH even admitting that she's dating someone and it's not Sam. And going as far as to say that it bothers her when people say they're together. That was just a few months ago

As always, you can believe whatever you choose to.  For me?  I don’t buy it.  He finished that quote by going off into his usual flustered routine where he says too much but nothing at all.  Cait was asked if she is single and she answered ‘no,’  Never outside the IFH and the usual print rehashes has she said it’s not Sam.  As for that article that is forever referenced as her saying it bothers her?  Gah…I wish I had kept that.  She never said that.  There were two questions asked together with overlapping answers, like trying to keep up in a chat, but the antis latched onto it and it’s been out there, ‘quoted’, ever since.  Seriously though Anon…I have five male coworkers, some of them closer than others.  If you were to ask me if Dr Joe and I were a couple, I would look weird at you and say ‘No.’    What would ever possess me to answer you by saying, ‘You know, I think if Dr Joe and I were together we wouldn’t say.  We give so much of ourselves already in this job.  We’re flattered though that you think so.  It means we’re doing our job.  He’s so great.  He’s a wonderful talented dr.  Neither one of us really likes to talk about it…..’   Pretty soon you’d start wondering why I work okay with five others but can’t keep my mouth shut about Dr Joe or why we can’t stop gazing longingly at each other on our off hours.

The Little Barnes and the Spiderling | Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Shoutout to google translate for the Russian words (if you are Russian or speak it, I apologize because google translate is not accurate, at all).  Малютка translates to “little one”, Папа means “papa (or dad)”,да папа means “yes papa”,друг means “lover (or crush)”,Заткнись! Он не мой любовник means “Shut up! He isn’t my lover”, and что вы говорите roughly means “whatever you say”. Hope you all enjoy!

warnings: rude girls, kidnapping, flustered and cute peter parker (not sure if that is warning but)

Two weeks.  You waited for two weeks for your dad to come home from his mission, and today was the day.  Finally, you could see him after being reunited with him a few months ago.

You sat on the bar stool, tapping your blue pencil as you anxiously waited for your dad’s arrival.  “Anytime now, anytime now,” you thought to yourself.

“You know, the more you tap your pencil the more-”

“Just shut it Tony,” you snapped, “I just want to see my dad and I-I don’t need any of your sarcastic remarks right now.” Tony walked away as you turned your back towards the door.

“Малютка?” a familiar voice asked.

“Папа!” you yelled as you fled from the stool and tossed yourself into your dad’s arms.  You both stayed there until Steve spoke up.  

“Buck, you should go get cleaned up for movie night.”  

You let go of your dad and smiled before picking up the pencil you were tapping before and retreating to your room.

“Okay, use the move we just went over, okay?” Sam said as you impatiently tapped your foot on the floor.  

You smirked to yourself realizing you weren’t going to use what Sam had taught you.  “Yup, I got it.  Punch left, duck, kick to the chest and flip.”

“Perfect, now let’s give it a go.”  

Instead of punching you kicked first, then followed through with what Nat had previously taught you.  “Kick, punch, duck, trip, kick again, and flip,” you recited in your head as you proceeded.  

“No, what are you doi-holy shit you’re going to kill me one day.” Sam groaned as he rolled over on the blue mat of the training room.

“It’s not my fault I’m 15 and can kick your ass.” you giggled.  “Well, I’m going to go before I can possibly hurt you in any other ways.” you laughed as he sighed.

You walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, thinking about what you would make for lunch.  It had to be something nutritious, especially after your hard training with Sam.

“Hello? A-Anyone here?” you heard an unfamiliar boy’s voice ask.

Pausing for a moment, you wondered who was intruding but were shocked to see a boy from your school standing in the middle of the kitchen. He stood timidly, with the Spiderman suit in his left hand and his other hand in a tight fist.

“Peter, right?” you asked cautiously, watching the boy’s foot tap nervously on the marble floor.

“Oh-uh. Yeah! Uh- hi, Y/n.” He let out a small laugh and cleared his throat.

You glanced at the suit in his hands and smirked.  “Ah, so you are the crime fighting Spiderling.”

“What? No-no this is just a suit that-” he sighed.  “Fine, okay. It’s me. Do you know where Mr. Stark is?” he asked as his face turned a bright crimson shade.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “Follow me.”  You walked at a faster pace than normal as you led Peter down the black tile floors.  It was silent except for the light thuds of the footsteps on the cold floor.

“So, I’m guessing your last name comes from Bucky Barnes then?” Peter asked as he followed you down the corridor, breaking the silence.  

“Yup, I always tell people it’s not but, since I know your Spiderman I guess you can keep my secret too.” you smiled.  

“We have a few of the same classes right?”

“Yeah. I think we have art, history and a few others.” you stated.

““Малютка?” Bucky called out. You looked at Peter and saw his nervous glare toward your dad.  Even you could feel Peter’s fear of your dad in the atmosphere as he entered the room.  Sighing, you turned to your dad’s direction, wondering what he needed from you.

 “да папа?” you asked back, excusing yourself from Peter while lightly jogging to your father’s side across the room.

“Who is that?” Bucky questioned with a stern tone.

“Oh, he’s Peter, Tony sent him over.  He is Spider-”

“Yes, I know.”

“Oh, okay then.  I’ll see you later папа,” you replied before jogging back to Peter’s side. “Sorry, my dad always likes to know everything,” you nervously laughed, “I guess he was always taught that.”

The rest of the walk was in silence after your comment.  The walls of the hallway seemed never ending from the awkward silence.  You felt your heart beating a mile-a-minute and assumed Peter could hear it too.  

“Well here is the lab.  I’ll, uh, see you around sometime, Peter.”  

“Yup, uh, definitely. Yeah, I’ll see you around too.  Nice talking with you, Y/n.”

You stifled a small giggle at how awkward he was before walking back to the kitchen.  “I mean, I guess Peter Parker is kinda cute,” you thought to yourself.


“Miss Barnes, Mr. Parker is coming up the elevator.” F.R.I.D.A.Y alerted you.  You jumped off your bed and ran to the kitchen, just like every other week day when Peter came to see Tony after school.  

“Oooo someone is waiting for her друг,” Natasha said with a smug grin.  You and Nat always spoke in Russian since, after all, she did teach you the language.

“Заткнись! Он не мой любовник,” you retorted.

“что вы говорите, ” Nat remarked before leaving the room.

The elevator dinged, indicating that Peter was here. “Okay Y/n, stay cool.”

“Hey, Y/n!” Peter said as he walked towards you.

“Hi, Peter.”  

“So, um how was your day?” he stuttered as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Um it was pretty good. I mean, besides getting picked on by the popular girls at lunch.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about it.”

“It’s okay don’t worry. I mean I could probably kill them seven different ways with my elbow, but I wouldn’t want to do that,” you joked and the two of you laughed at the comment.

“Hey, maybe Ned and I could sit with you at lunch since I-I noticed that you were alone.  And our schedules are really similar tomorrow, so it could be fun to hang out at school for once.”

“Yeah I would really enjoy that,” you replied, fidgeting with your hands.

“Okay! Well, I-I gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow in history,” he said with a smile as his awkwardness faded, confidence overcoming him.


The whole morning, you and Peter either gossiped about the popular girls or watched videos of Spiderman fighting. You were honestly quite sad when you had a full period without Peter before lunch.

You sat down in your regular seat for English, preparing for a long class.

“Alright everyone, since I have decided to be nice and I still need to grade your tests so, you all can have a free period.  Just don’t get too loud.” Everyone gathered with their friends but you stayed in the back of the room where you could peacefully draw.

You began to sketch out Peter with his favorite hoodie on, well ,his favorite hoodie that you stole from him.  

“Awww! Are you sketching your boyfriend?” a voice remarked.  The piercing blue eyes of the girl stared you down, giving you time to notice how much mascara was clumped onto her eye lashes.

“W-What?” you stammered as you layed down your pencil next to your notebook.

“You know, Peter?  You two have been hanging out all morning.”  Myah, one of those evil popular girls, spoke up.  All 5 of the snotty girls stared you down, waiting for your reply.

“No, Peter isn’t my boyfriend.  You really shouldn’t make assumptions like that.”

“So, now we aren’t allowed to speak our minds? What kind of shit are you thinking about?  You’re probably lying about your last name, too. She probably is the daughter of the killer Winter Soldier,” Bailey scoffed as she and her friends turned around and proceeded to talk about how horrible your dad is.  

“Man, I can’t wait until that bell rings.” you thought to yourself as you slouched in your seat.


“Hey,” Peter said as he slid down across from you at the empty lunch table.  “What’s wrong?” he questioned as he noticed your odd mood, “Did something happen in English?”

“No, I’m fine Peter.”

“Y/n, I see you everyday and I know when something is up.”

You blinked and grabbed your stuff. “I-I-I have to go,”  you said as you ran out of the cafeteria.

“Y/n! Wait up!” Peter yelled as you continued to run away, becoming farther and farther away from him.

You felt a cold chill once you stepped outside the big doors to the entrance of Midtown High.  You continued to run for several feet as Peter continued to call out your name.  Suddenly, panic washed over you as you saw a man in all black coming towards you with a black sack and a large needle.  You took a few steps back, fearing what the man’s intentions were to you.  He harshly grabbed your arms and spat in your face.

“I think you ought to come with us, Y/n Barnes,” the man threatened before sticking a needle into your arm, causing you to pass out.

niallspringsteen  asked:

maybe things you said after the end for lilo, or things you said with miles between us for nouis? lOVE U

things you said with miles between us for nouis

The first text Louis gets from Niall in two months is a selfie of him looking sunburnt all to hell, with a generous helping of stubble on his face and the stiff hair he gets from saltwater. He looks at it for fifteen straight minutes, memorizing the blue of his eyes, the cut of his bare collarbones, the dark roots peeking out more than they’ve any right to.

Then he shoots off, looks great lad ! and throws his phone to the side.

He meant to sleep in this morning, snatch a few couple of precious hours of sleep before he goes over to Bria’s to get the little lad. But instead he’s up at 8 am, hating himself and thinking about Niall.

Not hating himself because he’s thinking about Niall. He thinks about Niall often. In a friendly sort of way, in that way where you think about your mates because they’re your mates and you like thinking about them.

He thinks.

It makes sense, in a way, Niall’s fucked off somewhere and not told anyone where he’s gone. Or at least he’s not told Louis. He said he’d do that, he’d lose himself out in some small corner of the world where no one’s going to take his picture.

I’ll come looking for you, Louis had promised. He hasn’t even made it out of LA yet.

He doesn’t need to follow Niall around anymore, really. He’s traveled the damn planet with Niall three times over, and he’s got to settle down now. He’s got to grow some roots for a while, tend to his family. Become a homebody for the first time in his life. Even if that does sound more exhausting than touring.

He doesn’t expect his phone to start ringing, but it does.

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anonymous asked:

Cckaisoo disappeared. Krys_tal watching KxK videos on ig. What's going. Will more drama happen. Oh no!!!

Although the acc is a kxk one, the stories posted were all about Krys and not involving kxk whatsoever. And let’s be honest, whats new about kxk to say/make a video about? A photoshop picture? It’s nice that the idol they liked see their stuff, but well, kxk is a public otp anyway. If people think this proves anything, and worst, that it has the power of validate the nature of their relationship, they need to rethink some concepts…

And snakeboo reposting kxk post about how and why they are still dating (a post they did months ago, may I add), it’s just so lol.

So really, don’t worry about Am. Whatever the reason she locked her blog, she has a reason for it, and let’s wait more before jumping to conclusions. She also has a personal life and everyone deserves a vacation from the drama, so let’s give her that.

Mercury in Cancer

“Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else." 

 -Judy Garland (1922-1969) Mercury in Cancer 

Mercury in Cancer people communicate with feeling and sensitivity. They come across as deep thinkers because they are slow to respond, but whatever they say, they say it with feeling and purpose. They are quick to make decisions and form opinions. Mercury in Cancer natives have superb memory and you’d be surprised at how much they remember from months ago or even years ago!

People with their Mercury in Cancer are quite defensive and protective. They really do take most things personal and will get defensive about it. The last thing a Mercury in Cancer would want to do is get into an argument, they avoid arguments, but ironically they’re notorious for starting them. You can never fool a Mercury in Cancer because they are talented at reading between the lines. They are intuitive by nature and can easily sense how you’re truly feeling.

Mercury in Cancer people learn best when they are…. comfortable to say the least. They prefer to learn things when their emotions are balanced and they feel at ease. It is much easier to focus on a task when they aren’t overwhelmed with emotions. Mercury in Cancer is an excellent learner, capable of remembering things from the past and applying it or piecing it to what they are learning. They prefer to learn step by step and can be overwhelmed when too many things are happening at once. 

The Ballad of Bellamy Blake (III)

Also on Ao3!

The arrow hit a few inches above the previous one, roughly where Bellamy’s head had been just moments ago.  The camp reacted instantly, borne of months and months of drills just like this.  Raven appeared with a trigger mechanism clutched in her fist— to which trap Bellamy didn’t know, but whatever it was, it probably would explode— and Octavia loaded her rifle from beside the fire.  Miller had picked up the closest weapon (a hatchet, which he was terrible with but Clarke wouldn’t know that) and Murphy had sidled into the dropship to hide.

“Give me my watch back and I’ll leave,” Clarke said calmly.

“It’s not so easy, princess,” he said with a bravado he did not entirely feel.  “We don’t just let anyone walk into our camp, and we let even fewer just walk out.”  Privately, he was impressed that she’d found them— they’d kept their hideout hidden for years now, even with Ontari’s grudge against them.  Clearly, this woman was more than just Queen Lexa’s former betrothed.

“I have no quarrel with you or your cause.  I just want my watch.  And Harper’s earrings.”

“Just the watch and earrings now,” he said, moving closer.  Clarke stepped back and soon they were circling each other, the rest of Bellamy’s band watching with baited breath.  “Then it will be your money, and your driver’s radio, and your bodyguard’s gun, and you get the picture.  We’re in the habit of stealing from the rich, not giving it back.”

Clarke cocked her head.  “Just the watch and the earrings and you have my word, I’ll leave your little hideout and never come back.  I won’t even tell the sheriff where you’re hiding.”

“Maybe not the sheriff, but what about the King Regent?  He was the one you were going to see, weren’t you?”

“Titus has no interest in fighting you.”

“The Regent has no interest in protecting his people, you mean.  No more than Good Queen Lexa ever did.”  He used Lexa’s nickname like a curse, because maybe she wasn’t worse than King Thelonius, but she wasn’t much better either.  And Bellamy did not, as a rule, trust anyone who called themselves royalty.  “Tell me, is she ever coming back from the Front?”

Something like pain flickered across Clarke’s face.  “Mount Weather is a threat to everyone in her kingdom, even you.  She’s protecting us the only way she can.”

“By leaving us in the hands of a religious fanatic and a psychopath.”

“Ontari wasn’t sheriff when she left.”

“But she is now, and the Regent has done nothing to stop her,” Bellamy countered.  He flicked his gaze to Octavia in a silent signal, but Clarke seemed to notice and shifted so Bellamy was now between her and Octavia’s gun.

“I didn’t come to debate politics with you.  I came to get back my father’s watch.”

“Fight us for it,” he offered.  “If you can win, you get the watch.”

“And the earrings.”

“If your ladies maid wants her earrings, she can come get them herself.  That’s my offer, princess.  Take it or leave it.”

Clarke tossed her bow aside and unbuckled the strap across her chest that held the quiver in place.  Bellamy nodded, and Miller dropped the hatchet and rushed her from behind.

Clarke spun on her heel and ducked Miller’s swing, tripping him and straightening in time to catch the bowstaff Bellamy tossed her.  She met Octavia’s staff with her own and the wood clacked as they fought, stroke for stroke.  Octavia was his best fighter, but Clarke held her own easily, even with Miller coming at her whenever Octavia backed off.  Miller tagged out and Monty joined in, and then Emori started dancing around the edges of the fight, interfering whenever it looked like someone needed a breather.

And still, Clarke fought.  Far harder than he had expected, with a skill that was impressive and a ruthlessness he admired.  She dipped and bobbed and wove, and Bellamy decided it was time to finish things.  He grabbed a staff for himself and joined the fray, but pretty soon everyone else had stepped back to watch them fight.

It was even better than watching her fight Octavia.  It was like a dance, every step perfectly choreographed.  He lashed out and she met him and then it reversed, over and over again until he was sweating despite the morning chill.  Somehow they both lost their staffs and Clarke grabbed a blunted practice sword from the stash next to the dropship.  Miller threw him one too and they were off again, swirling around the camp.  Swords flashed and try as he might, Bellamy couldn’t gain an advantage until Clarke left her left flank undefended for just a heartbeat.

He darted forward and kicked her leg out from under her, tackling her to the leaves.  Their swords went flying and he grabbed her wrists, trying to hold her down.  She caught his momentum and rolled to pin him instead, pulling a knife from a sheath on her thigh he hadn’t noticed.  She thrust it under his chin and smirked.  “My watch,” she demanded.

Bellamy held his hands up in surrender, damp leaves and soil soaking through the back of his shirt.  “As you wish.”