tried my best

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There’s someone in the building, a man, going from door to door… He’s on the third floor already. Smells like Prima cigarettes and discount cologne.

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Here’s a better look at the triumphant return of Bill and the CAT PANTS

Nova #31

SO HERE I AM on lunch hour in my car, typing porny things where my coworkers cannot see. also, this was supposed to be an ask, but it got too long. ALSO, i wish my damn phone would just let me copy-paste from my long word doc that already has all this. /o\

for me, there’s two sides to old man dirty talk, but i will get to that in a moment.

so i imagine post-seine javert to be, even if not consciously, always a bit grateful and awed that valjean is comfortable enough around him to allow their relationship to develop into the physical. he’s thankful–and nervous–every time valjean lets himself be undressed, no matter how many times they’ve done the same previous. it always feels new. hard to believe.

so of course, all that gratitude and all those nerves manifest into javert being a little chatty in bed and all too happy to linger over every inch of valjean. because valjean definitely deserves someone kissing, licking, and whispering into the crook of his knee, the skin that remains tender and sensitive inside his thighs, his sides, chest, everywhere.

except javert tends to start out blurting really incredibly shallow things. he’ll talk about how attractive valjean is, how much he likes every curve of muscle, praise every visible cord and tendon as he works his way up. only he loses track of his mouth (metaphorically) somewhere along the way. probably somewhere between the cut of valjean’s hip bone and the lowest portion of his stomach.

by the time he’s at valjean’s chest, licking over a nipple, he’s talking about how strong valjean is and doesn’t mean physically. by his shoulders he’s babbling about how Good valjean is, how admirable, how worthy of love.

and once he’s at valjean’s eyes, he’s horrified to hear himself talking about the beauty of valjean’s soul of all things. he’d be embarrassed, except valjean would finally shrug off his own embarrassment enough to act and draw him in and any worries would be lost after that.

the flipside, for me, is that valjean would want to reciprocate. being doted on would make him cringe inwardly and he could barely stand it, but it feels really good too. it’s so good he craves it after even if he can’t barely sit through it as it’s happening. and valjean would register all the stuff javert says, etch it right across his own heart to hold there forever, but his big takeaway was the end–the part javert still flushes about if he brings it up. the part where he felt loved and he would want javert to know that he is loved as well.

so valjean would take it upon himself to try to reenact with positions reversed, only he’s not so glib. he wouldn’t have said a word at all as he works up javert’s calves and knees and hips and further. and he’d feel guilty because javert had showered him with adoration, but every word that comes to mind freezes on his tongue awardly.

he’d keep working his way up, kisses and gentle nips, and when there was no further to go, and javert looked him right in the eyes, already looking desperate and strung out, valjean would finally find something to say–

and it would be so corny and sappy and accidentally cut to the quick: “you deserve this, too.”

javert would be rocked and aching because valjean is so frustrating: whatever he finally says would be too romantic to not break the mood, because javert is too affected to not be thrown by it. he feels too small in the moment to do anything but shove his head into the crook of valjean’s neck and try to breathe. valjean, so earnest, would be worried he did it wrong, that javert was upset, despite javert hushing every question asking if he’s alright.

and once javert could breathe normally again, and his eyes no longer stung, they’d get back to doing it.

anonymous asked:

How can I stop being sad and thinking about my boyfriend's ex's. Please please please help

its different for everyone but i can tell you that it takes me a looong time to get over people (depending how important they were to me). and it was extremely difficult/: but what i did was hang out with friends, do things i like, and i tried my best to stay positive. it’s also great to act confident and dress hella nice so you can feel amazing and it helped for me

One of my regulars brings in her two poms today, one of them is like this.

“I trimmed a little here on her head.. now you gotta fix it.”

”…. Okay.” (I also adore this dog.)

Omg I tried my best. It’s not as even as I would’ve liked, but I just couldn’t cut as far into the head as the other side was.. Guys, if your dog is going to be groomed within the next couple months, please don’t take scissors to them. lol. We groomers can only take hair off, we can’t put it back on.

biophobe asked:

Your blog is really amazing and I admire you for creating the blackout. I've learned a lot about classim and race issues. (I've tried my best to be aware of those thing but your blog has helped !) Thanks !

Thanks… but I co-created the Blackout, not created. There was a tumblr post that went around about the Blackout and all I did was made it pretty and a lens to help focus and intensify the light (combine posts, FAQs into a masterpost). I contribute a part to it, my blog is one of the known partakers, but I can’t say outright that I organize that. 

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10 Selfie Tag! Tagged by: lolohime I tried, I really tried to collect my best selfies but something tells me I failed. As you can see I can’t separate from my glasses, they are a part of me XD and I usually don’t take photos alone bc I don’t really like selfies, I’m not photogenic. I have pretty much the same face in every photo. My nose is huge. The end. But now I’m going to tag someone who will enjoy this challenge more than me ;) bc they are cuties each-mind-is-a-different-world stopoveranalyzingthings laragazzadifuoco

rehrythulian submitted:

I always wanted to make art with your cute little Jack but never had a good idea ^^

Now I came up with the idea to draw my sona named Ni'ra (which is a shapeshifter too :D) and your little Jack together :D

Well I tried my best and kinda failed? :D

Yeah ^^# I would be very honored if you would upload it on your tumblr ^^#

Aww omg this is so cute! :D Your oc has such pretty colors! Thank you for sharing this with me!

HOME- STEVE ROGERS

Promise this one isn’t sad! Hopefully cute? The song is Home by Phillip Phillips! Please give feedback! Didn’t edit this… so if there’s errors, know that this was written really late at night and I tried my best. Requested by alltimelowjalex

Hold on to me as we go

As we roll down this unfamiliar road

And although this wave is stringing us along

You’d always wondered why in books people often thought of names instead of places when asked about the word home. That is, until you’d met the man with eyes as blue as the sky and a smile brighter than the sun.

Then home had been his name and his arms, every little habit he had and the way he seemed to sweep you off your feet like in every cliché flick you swore up and down you’d never watched.

And you had tried so hard to keep those feelings to yourself, but eventually the soldier had work away the shell you had worked so long to build up. When it came down to it, you couldn’t even be sorry.

Because secretly, you had hoped he would.

Just know you’re not alone

‘Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

You slid you hand carefully into the soldier’s, a reflex, really. Holding onto him had become instinctual. His grim expression molded into the ghost of a smile as he squeezed your hand in return.

Fury was debriefing the team about the latest mission, but you would not be coming this time.

It wasn’t your decision, but the bulky cast on your left leg would hinder you a tad more than you were comfortable with. You knew you wouldn’t be helping anyone in your condition, and cursed your broken leg for the inconvenience. You were a superhero, you weren’t supposed to miss out on missions.

You didn’t really listen to Fury, instead studying the curve of Steve’s jawline, the blue of his eyes, the lines of his muscles…

You were worried, and you suddenly felt terrible for all the missions you had been on in which you left Steve behind. This worry was an awful ache, deep in your heart and a pounding in your chest that left your throat dry and scratchy.

He traced the veins on palm with his thumb, and you smiled at the familiar feeling. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in your stomach.

“That will be all, agents. I’ll see you back here in two hours.” Fury called, patting your shoulder as he walked out.

You muttered a low curse, and Natasha shot you a smirk. “Cap doesn’t like that kind of language, young lady.”

She ducked out of the room as you giggled, Steve failing to hide his own faint laughter.

He turned to you, taking both of your hands in his own.

“I’ll be perfectly fine, always am. I promise, love.” He kissed your cheek, and you took a deep breathe, steeling yourself.

“I know you will. But I can’t help but be nervous. Is this how you always feel?” You laughed nervously, perhaps a tad deliriously. “God, I’m so sorry. This is such a shitty thing to feel.”

Steve chuckled, pressing a quick peck against your lips. “Taste of your own medicine, Rogers.”

He pulled away, smirking as you frowned slightly.

“My last name’s not Rogers.” He winked at you as he paused in the doorway, grinning widely.

“Really? I should get on that.”

And with that, he left the room.

“STEVE ROGERS, DAMN YOU.”

Laughter was heard throughout Avengers Tower, and you heard the distinct voice of Maria Hill shout back “Steve, Destany used a bad language word!“

Settle down, it’ll all be clear

Don’t pay no mind to the demons

They fill you with fear

The trouble it might drag you down

If you get lost, you can always be found

You paced the length of the kitchen, biting your vibrant purple nails to a stub.

"Are you attempting to wear a hole into the floor?” A make sokovian voice asked from behind you, and you whirled around to find Pietro leaning against the wall, a concerned expression on his face.

“Very funny, Maximoff.” You frowned, sighing afterwards. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I’m just… worried for Steve. This is the first mission he’s been on that I haven’t been on with him, and… And I feel like hell.” You sighed again, slumping against the wall beside Pietro.

“Come here.” Pietro smiled lightly, wrapping his arms around you. “I know, it is a very scary thing indeed to be separated from your loved one. But the Captain is quite determined to come home to you, and I doubt any villain can topple the great soldier. I would not worry so much, Des.”

“I know.” You whispered, sounding more vulnerable than the silver haired avenger had ever heard you before. “But without him… I have nothing left, Pietro. There’s too much of my heart in his chest for me to ever figure out how to even function again if I lost him. Steve… I can’t do this on my own.”

Pietro felt his heart break watching the girl he had always thought to be made of steel crumble before his eyes.

He tucked you further into his chest, feeling your breathing even slightly. Pietro sighed, kissing the top of you head.

“It will be alright, I promise.”

You couldn’t help but wonder, would it be?

Just know you’re not alone

'Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

Steve slid into the room, doing his best not to wake you. A quick glance at the clock told him it was three in the morning, two days after he had left.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he examined your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ears.

“God, I love you.” He whispered as he pulled you closer to his chest, and you tossed in bed so that your back was pressed against his chest.

He smiled, crossing his arms around your waist and resting his hands on your sides.

You let out a weak groan at the cold sensation, cursing faintly in your sleep.

Steve grinned tiredly as you shifted again, peeking your eyes open slowly as you turned to face him.

“Good morning, love.” He kissed your forehead, pulling back slowly.

“Steve?” You asked quietly, voice croaky from sleep.

“The one and only.” He pressed another kiss to your nose, making you giggle.

“I missed you. Thank god you’re safe.” You whispered as you pulled him in closer to crush him in a hug, pulling back slightly and letting your lips hover over his.

“I love you.” You breathed out, your lips colliding with his in a warm, comforting kiss that reminded you of home.

And here, in Steve’s arms, was the only home you’d ever known.

Settle down, it’ll all be clear

Don’t pay no mind to the demons

They fill you with fear

The trouble it might drag you down

If you get lost, you can always be found

Several weeks had passed since the Captain’s return from his mission, and you had just gotten your cast removed.

The team had planned to go out to celebrate your recovery, but that wasn’t until tomorrow. Steve was itching to take you out on a proper date in which you weren’t restrained by the bulky cast that you hated so much, and wouldn’t let the team gathering get in the way of that. No one argued it much, especially not you.

You chuckled as Nat ushered you over to a chair to finish braiding your hair into an updo and Wanda pulled out her massive makeup kit. This was routine, the three female Avengers helping each other get ready for dates. Girls had to stick together, right?

An hour or so later, you were ready for your date with Steve. Ignoring Nat and Wanda’s secretive smiles, you pulled on your pumps and strode out the door.

You were met by a chorus of compliments from the other Avengers, blushing as the super soldier himself stared at you with a look of awe on his face that rivaled the twin’s when they first saw the inside of Avengers Tower.

You cleared your throat, grinning at Steve as he shook his head with a smile. 

“Ready to go?” He asked, taking your hand and leading you towards the elevator.

“Go where?” You asked, hoping to get a straight answer out of him. You were met with a lopsided smirk that never failed to make your heart leap, and a wink.

“Nice try, but not happening.” 

“Damn it.” You sighed.

“Miss Destany, I must ask that you watch your language. The Captain does not approve of it.” Jarvis’s voice rang out through the elevator, and you burst out in laughter.

“Everyone?” Steve asked, wincing.

“I’m afraid Mr. Stark informed everyone of you reprimanding him for his vulgarity.” Jarvis replied, and you swore you could hear the amusement in his tone.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, leaning against Steve for support. “You done?” Steve asked playfully, wrapping an arm around you shoulders.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… Dear god, you know none of us will ever let this go?” Steve nodded, chuckling to himself.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you hummed along to whatever song was playing in the elevator.

“You look beautiful, you know that?” Steve whispered in your ear, making you blush again.

You rolled your eyes playfully, kissing his cheek. “You’re too kind, Cap. Thank you.” 

Eying his old army uniform with a small smile, you placed a hand on his chest. “I haven’t seen this on you since our first date. What’s the occasion?”

“A celebration. I know you like the suit.” You pulled away slightly, fixing his tie that he never seemed to be able to tie right.

“You’ll have to learn how to do this eventually.” You asked with a teasing smile, knowing you never minded.

“Why would I do that when I’ve got you?” He grinned down at you affectionately, caressing your face with his hands.

You leaned up on you tiptoes as he leaned down, your lips molding together and moving in perfect harmony.

Steve had told you before that kissing you was like a dream, and he stood firm in that belief.

Just know you’re not alone

'Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

“You know, I still don’t know how to dance.” Steve warned as you dragged him out onto the dance floor of the old restaurant the two of you had went to on your first date.

You two had not danced on your first date, as Steve had two left feet (in his opinion), plus Steve had been recovering from a broken arm. It was decided that it would be better to not make even bigger messes of yourselves.

“I’ll teach you.” You cheered, tugging him onto the dance floor with a sly smile.

Once your reached the floor, Steve extended his hand out. “May I have this dance?”

“This one, and every other one you want.” You smiled, taking his hand.

The song playing was Home by Phillip Phillips (song link here), not too fast nor too slow.

Steve proved to be a rather expert dancer, twirling and dipping you so wonderfully that you would not have known he had never danced before had he not told you.

You laughed and smiled all throughout the song, entranced by the man you were lucky enough to call yours.

Little did you know, Steve had been thinking the same thing about you.

The song drew to a reluctant close, and you were just about to ask if he wished to dance to the next one when he dropped to the ground on one knee, slowly pulling out a scarlet ring box.

You covered your mouth in shock, tears pooling at your eyes as he smiled wider than ever before up at you.

“Destany, I know that our journey hasn’t been easy or anything, but I wouldn’t give up a single moment of it. I have loved you since you woke me up from the ice, and I won’t stop until you put me back in. Maybe not even then. I know you aren’t fond of speeches or long winded rants, so I’ll keep this simple. Will you marry me?”

The answer was instantaneous, and the grin on his face in that moment made everything you’d ever felt or suffered through for him worth it. Every little trial and worry had brought you to this moment, and there was no looking back now.

“Yes!” You shouted, oblivious to the cheering crowd around you and everything but the man in front of you and the ocean roaring in you heart. 

Yes, you thought to yourself, this was home.


Tribal commission for Kitto, of their beautiful dragon OC of the same name! I hope I got everything right! :o I’ve never drawn a dragon this complicated. I tried my best with the markings, but it’s not perfect. Sorry!

Thanks for commissioning me! <3