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WiP: working on a tiny spirk thing after so long ;_;

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What does Daddy/Mommy do when their Princess/Prince is sleeping?

• Goes back and re-reads all of our messages
• Looks at all the cute pictures we have saved from our Love bugs wishing they were sleeping right next to us
• Thinks about hugging/holding/cuddling Kitten, watching their favorite Disney movies/tv shows
• Remembers all the time spent with the Little One and replays the memories over and over again
• Listens to music that reminds us of our Angel
• Watch Disney movies/shows to put us in our daddy/mommy space and act like Baby is right there with you
• Cuddles stuffed animals/pillows, pretending it’s our Little Girl/Boy
• Read their favorite bed time stories, as if they were there
• Become a Lonely Daddy/Mommy without their Princess/Prince to protect them from the monsters. We need protection, too..
• Send them cute messages while they sleep so they have something to wake up to, knowing they were thought of/missed

Mommies/Daddies get lonely, too!! To all the littles who may be self concious about being needy.. we are needy, too! We always want your attention, even if we’re busy, we’re still thinking about you precious angels.

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It means Yondu has an excuse for making him babysit.

PART 8
PART 9 of Let’s Get Hitched

Les Mis Group Watch Presents:  Les Mis in Space! 

R O G U E   O N E  

A STAR WARS STORY

Are you interested in stories about ragtag groups of rebels fighting for Hope and Future and A World About To Dawn against a powerful imperialist dictatorship? (If not, what are you even doing in this fandom?)

Have you ever wanted to know what this “star war” is that everybody’s always talking about but don’t know where to start because there are way too many movies and you’re not sure if you’re ready to get invested in some silly 1970′s indie flic?

Then join us A Long Time Ago (next Saturday*) in A Galaxy Far Far Away (Slack**)!

Yes I know there has been Discourse about whether it’s actually Les Mis in space and I don’t care. For our purposes it is.

The essential stuff:

  • The date and time is Saturday April 29th at 4pm GMT
  • The movie’s length is 2h13min and there will be a short break in the middle
  • The meeting “place” is the group watch Slack team (Team Shoujo Cosette)
  • Contact me if you want to join in! And please do so before Saturday! You can reach us on Tumblr or by email: teamshoujocosette[at]mail.com

Group Watch FAQ is here if you have more questions (or you can just ask)

And as usual: EVERYBODY IS WELCOME!


* time is relative 
** so is the internet

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Junior AKA Agent Three x The Avengers


‘The airship was taken down this morning by an anonymous hero, despite the act it has caused several million dollars of damage and cause four people serious harm.’ The news blared as Wanda made herself breakfast.

“What’s that?” Steve asked with a frown.

“Someone has destroyed part of the city, near the Shield facilities.” She muttered, floating her spoon to her mouth as she made a mug of coffee.

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I watched The Space Between Us yesterday and I just can’t.

Gardner Elliot is one of the most precious beings I’ve seen. His excitement for Earth and people and experiences and just life, kills me (Not to mention his eyes, Asa’s eyes are my weakness). 

If people born in Mars are gonna be like him, sign me up.

10/10 in my book. Forever. asdfghjkl

Just one camplaint though, WHY DID IT END LIKE THAT?!?!?!?!?!?! 

I need a sequal asap.

Finally got time to redraw what might be my favorite shot in the entire show <3

I Don’t Cheat (Sami Zayn) - the reader and Sami are play fighting and it leads to some steamy bedroom playing instead

  • For lolabradbury; “Your Sami fic gave me so many feelings! Could you write another Sami fic with some dorky play wrestling/fighting where it gets heated?”

a/n: this request flooded my soul with happiness so I hope it does yours too. also, i’m so sorry it took so frickin long lmao - enjoy

Tagged: @finding-bailey @lolabradbury 

WARNINGS: language/smut/Daddy!kink


I glanced behind me as I ran, laughing the whole time. Sami wasn’t following me yet so I had time to hide. I leaped over the coffee table, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Squatting in the coverage of the couch, I held my breath and waited for sounds that told me Sami was close.

No sounds came but the deep scream from the other side of me did. Sami looked down at me and laughed as I screamed back at him in fear. He held out a hand for me and I begrudgingly took it. He in turn grabbed my arm swiftly and put me in a headlock.

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SuperCorp Headcanon 

- Kara tries get Lena to cuddle and watch movies

- Lena has to get used to the invasion of personal space (secretly she loves it)

- Kara sleeps like a child with her knees curled up to her chest

- But Lena is NOT a sleep cuddler

- it’s more like

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 1

This is part one of a two part story in which Harry wants to use the Hendall ship to be in the news more. His girlfriend isn’t too fond of that idea though.  I hope you’ll like this story. According to Wattpad, it’ll take about 5 minutes to read. Also, I’m using Kendall’s name because of her relationship to Harry. I don’t have anything against her personally. 

Coming home to him was what I thought about the minute I shut the door behind me when I left in the morning. He would be asleep, now that he got to stay home more and I’d have to leave him behind with his cheeks flushed and his plumb lips slightly open as he snore quietly. The urge to kiss him would sometimes overwhelm me and I’d steal a small peck. When I came home he always told me that he loved the gentle kisses I gave in the morning. That it gave him a sense of what we were, each other’s.

And it was because of this that I would never have imagined what tumbled from his lips that night. I was absorbed into a different world when Harry sat down by my side and carefully pulled my book from my grasp, trying to make me give him my full attention.

“We need to talk about something. S'important, love.”

His words worried me at first, but I relaxed when he smiled warmly. I scooted back on the bed to make more space for him and sat into a cross-legged position.

“What is it?”

Harry cleared his throat and pushed some of his hair back that had fallen into his face. I resisted to grin, admiring how handsome and genuinely beautiful he was. I loved the way his green eyes sparkled in contrast to his black shirt and how soft the skin of his neck looked. The pink of his lips.

“Remember how I told you that I would be meeting with Jeff today to discuss some ideas he had?”

I nodded, recalling it to have been a few nights ago when we were cuddled up in bed.

“Did it go well?”

“Yeah. He’s got some pretty cool ideas for what the guys and me should do for our comeback. We really need to get right back into business, you know?”

“You will,” I said confidently. “You’re adored so deeply as well as widely.”

“I sure hope so,” he chuckled. “But there is this one thing Jeff proposed I should do. He said it’d be in order for people to not forget about me. And you won’t be too fond of it, but I must remind you that it would be really good for me.”

When the only answer he got was a frown he continued, his fingers twitching nervously in his lap.

“Y/N, there have been a lot of pictures of us together lately. In a restaurant, you and me grocery shopping, entering this house.”

“None of them are displays of affection. They’re no prove that we’re dating,” I interrupted quietly.

We had agreed to keep our relationship as private as we possibly could. Only immediate family and friends knew. And Harry’s management of course. Naturally, we did spend time together outside our apartment and of course paps occasionally snapped pictures of us, but with neither of us commenting on them, there wasn’t much of a story for anyone to tell.

“I know that,” Harry agreed, “but Jeff says that he gets questions about us every day. He’s worried for our relationship and how I’m gonna be treated by the public once I’ll get back into the spotlight.”

“So you mean he’s worried for your image.”

Harry hesitated before muttering: “He doesn’t want every question in the interviews we’ll give to be one that I can’t answer honestly.”

“I understand that,” I assured him, lacing my fingers with his gently, “but I’m already worried about Jeff’s proposition.”

A small smile danced on his lips when I caressed his cross tattoo on the back of his hand.

“It isn’t that bad,” Harry mumbled, though he avoided meeting my eyes. He took a deep breath. “Jeff wants me to kiss Kendall and have some paps photograph it.”

His tone was slightly higher than usual and I was hoping that he was joking.

“I’m sorry?”

My voice stayed surprisingly calm for someone who’d just been told that her boyfriend was to make out with one of his ex girlfriends. I knew that he was still on good terms with her and that they occasionally met up when he went to LA, but he always assured that their friendship was solely platonic. And now they were to change that for it to be her in the pictures and not me?

“Magazines would talk about it for a while and it’d allow rumors about us to calm down again. He’s throwing a party next weekend and thinks it would be the perfect place.”

“I know he is,” I said dubiously and pulled my hand from his grasp. “You invited me to go with you, remember? Are you just gonna take Kendall instead while I’m to stay home and act the good girl?”

“Actually,” Harry began but trailed off when he finally met my eyes.

“What?” I growled.

He took a deep breath. “Jeff says it’d be ideal for you to be there as well. Just to make it more believable. I would leave with Kendall n'maybe give the paps some PDA while you leave shortly after. Or the other way around. It doesn’t matter really so you can choose. ”

“Oh jeez, thanks, Harry.”

I let out a harsh breath and shot off the bed. Harry watched as I stomped over to the window, putting space between us.

“Y/N.”

“What happens if I say no?” I asked, finally my voice reflected my emotions by trembling.

Harry scratched the back of his neck. “S'not really an option. Kendall already said she’d be fine with it.”

“Of course she is.”

He dropped his head and pushed himself off the bed as well.

“Look, it’s only half as bad as you think it is right now. It will all be a show to please everyone and that’s it. You n'me are still together aft-”

“Are we?” I shrieked.

My fingers shook heavily, my vision was blurred as my eyes drowned with tears and Harry watched me with an almost frightened expression on his face. I felt like laughing at him. He had obviously expected this to go much different. Easier I supposed. With less resistance and more understanding on my part. But how could I? It felt like he was willingly replacing me with her.

“I mean,” I began and backed off when he moved closer to me, “Jeff knows right? And you know that you’re my boyfriend, right? Not hers. And that I am your girlfriend, not her. That it’s me who’s coming home to you, not-”

“It’s not about her, Y/N!” he interrupted, his voice resounding from the walls. “I know that I’m with you-”

“Then why can’t I be the only one who kisses you?” I yelled and forcefully pushed away his outstretched hands when he reached for me.

I stepped further back and held up my own hand, signaling him not to come any closer.  

“I can’t understand how you could possibly think that I would agree to this. Why would I?”

Harry turned away and pulled at his hair in frustration. “I thought you cared about me doing well in my career, that’s why.”

“Oh, don’t you pull that shit on me,” I said, the tears falling rapidly. “You’re my best friend and I love you. Of course I want you to do well.”

His green eyes sparkled with sympathy when he turned to look at me as my fingers hastily brushed the water from beneath my eyes. Guilt crossed his features.

“It’s not fair of you to try and bribe me,” I mumbled.

He stayed silent and the only noise remaining was my heavy breathing mixed with the faint sound of traffic outside. When he spoke his voice was quiet and careful.

“I can ask Jeff if you being there is really necessary,” he tried to soothe me.

“That’s not the point, Harry.”

He shook his head and let himself fall back down on the mattress with a groan, hiding his face behind his palms. I wrapped my arms around my middle and stared at him wordlessly. When he removed his hands again he spoke with finality in his voice.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Truly. But this is going to happen. I understand why you’re not thrilled. M'sorry about that. But you’re making this a bigger deal than it has to be and I’m sure that if you’d just went along with it, you’d see that it’s the best solution for our problem.”

The compassion hadn’t quite left his eyes, but he looked at me like the discussion we were having was  over. Like it was him who had ultimately the last say in this. I raised my eyebrows. My bottom lip quivered when I spoke.

“Then it’s going to happen without me.”

“That can be arranged. M'sure Jeff’ll understand that you don’t want to be there when-”

“No”, I interrupted quietly. “I mean, then it will happen completely without me.”

Harry tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowing. He looked so lovely. Even with his forehead glistening and his curls a mess on top of his head from being pushed back roughly repeatedly. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to continue.

“Either you stay with me and don’t do this, or you kiss her, but then you and I are over.”  

His mouth dropped open and he got back to his feet. I was glad when he didn’t try to move closer again.

“You’d break up with me?”

My heart hurt at how soft and vulnerable his voice sounded. The green eyes filled with disappointment as his jaw tensed and the vain in his neck got more visible. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t want to be with you when I’m not good enough for your standards.”

“Who said anything of that?” Harry asked, annoyance clear in his tone.

“You did when you said kissing Kendall would be good for you and the solution for our problem!” I shouted, emphasizing the last word.

I forced myself not to back away again. Fighting with Harry felt awful and wrong. Our relationship was always one of loving words, not arguments. He always playfully said that he was more of a lover than a fighter anyway.

“I get it, okay? Having pictures of you and a hot model cruising through the internet is way better than pictures of us.”

“Y/N”, Harry tried, but there was nothing for him to say. He had already said enough.

“I feel like you’re asking if it’s okay for you to cheat on me and it’s not.”

“It’d be for my fucking job, Y/N!”

“It says nowhere in your contract that you have to make out with a model to hide your relationship, Harry! This is just a stupid idea from your manager to hide your problem, as you put it, and for some reason you find it a brilliant one! Your career wouldn’t suffer if you’d refuse this proposition.”

Harry looked at me like he couldn’t believe what I had just said.

“You’re just being difficult. You won’t break up with me over something this insignificant. It’s just a fucking kiss for god’s sake.”

And with that, we walked out on me, leaving me by the window with tears rolling down my cheeks. He didn’t even look back. I jumped when the sound of our front door shutting echoed. Not quite believing he just left I let out a broken hiss and angrily brushed the rest of my tears away. My feet carried me to our wardrobe where I stood onto my tiptoes to reach my duffle bag. I felt my heart break into pieces but I knew that I was doing what was right. I loved Harry. I truly did. But if he couldn’t see that he was mine as much as I was his, then this relationship wasn’t a healthy one. His words kept replaying in my head. You won’t break up with me over something this insignificant.

“Like hell I won’t.”

Harry POV

The sun hid behind heavy grey clouds as the trees marking the way swung back and forth with the wind. I shuddered. It felt as if the London air refused to stay warm for even one minute longer after sunset. My fingers pulled at the sleeves of my shirt and it only now occurred to me how long I must’ve stayed out. When I left Y/N standing in our bedroom the thin material had been more than enough to keep me comfortable. I scratched the back of my neck, guilt spreading from the pit of my stomach up to my throat. The keys between my fingers shook heavily as I noticed the lack of light in the house in front of me.

By coincident my former schoolfriend John had come to the city and after leaving Y/N to cool off I decided to pay him a visit. He hadn’t met Y/N and I wondered if it was smart to go to him after an argument with her. Usually the person I talked to was Gemma, though it wasn’t like Y/N and I fought often, on the contrary. She was always understanding, loving and too kind for the world. This had been the first time where she hadn’t supported one of my decisions, even when she disagreed, she at least supported me. How she couldn’t see that me getting associated with Kendall Jenner was a good thing, was beyond me. Of course I understood jealousy. God knows I felt it often enough, but this wasn’t about being unfaithful to her, it was about promoting myself. Furthermore, a happy management meant more pay and more favors, like days off.

Due to John not knowing Y/N, I figured if anyone wouldn’t hesitate to call me out if I was in the wrong, it’d be him. And he was.

While yelling back and forth with her, it was a mystery to me how Y/N could possibly act the way she did. Why she refused being a help in my career, her, the person meant to always support me, even when it meant me having a meaningless make out session with Kendall. But after voicing my request a second time, the realization of how much of an asshole I’d been came crushing down onto me. Of course she couldn’t bear the thought of watching me kiss my ex girlfriend, no matter how fleeting our relationship had been. The mere thought of another man’s lips pressing against her soft ones made my insides turn. John had sighed and even admitted his surprise that she didn’t slap me. I found myself wishing she would’ve so we’d be somehow even.

“Don’t get me wrong”, John had assured, “I’ve seen Kendall and if I had the chance then I certainly wouldn’t push her out of bed. Tell you what, there’s hardly anything I wouldn’t do to have those legs wrapped around-”

“What’s your point?”

John had barked a laugh and reached out to clap my shoulder. “Your girl, Y/N, only has to cross your mind and your whole face lights up. I’d say you’re pretty whipped.”

I cleared my throat, nodding at his statement. I truly hadn’t ever been as in love with someone as I was now. Maybe that was somehow an explanation to why I sometimes struggled to

“I know you have to stay popular and all”, John had spoken gently, squeezing my arm, “but is it worth losing the girl who has you completely smitten with her and is just as utterly smitten with you?”

No. The word I spoke before practically running out of John’s hotel room and the word echoing in my head now as the fear crept up my chest. Our home looked so empty. My stomach felt as if in knots when I discovered that our front door was locked. It seemed odd, since Y/N wouldn’t have left our home without securing it, I’d reminded her of that often enough. There were no lights on, and even when she slept she normally left at least one lamp alight. But she couldn’t have left me this fast, right?

After not spotting her in our living room against my predictions, I quietly made my way to the stairs. I skipped the last few as I hurried up into our bedroom where I had left her. But this room, too, was empty. Instead, on the very bed Y/N and I had spend a night filled with kisses and whispered promises less than 24 hours ago, were our sheets in a heap and the shirt and shorts of mine she had been wearing today. My heart stopped and salty water shot to my eyes, drowning them instantly. She really was gone.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! Feedback is always welcome and so are requests.  :) 

Part two:

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/147409101738/choosing-the-wrong-priorities-part-2 

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It has been weeks and we have not released the podcast! But now (drum roll please) I am pleased to announce that we are finally in the end stages of editing it, so we’ll have that out within a couple of days! Sorry about the delay, we’ve both been busy and haven’t had a whole lot of time free to work on it. But I’m finishing it up as you read this, and it should come out, if not today, then probably tomorrow or Saturday!

Watch this space for almost an hour of us answering your questions and talking about anything and everything you throw our way. Coming soon!

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My pic and fic-list, because I’m in this fandom for around 2 years.


A (sort of) fairytale // M // Magic //
The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house.


And I thought I had problems
// E // AU // Vers //

Stiles deals with nefarious soul-sucking witch spells, Scott’s inability to be a fully functioning adult, Danny’s incessant need to make everything about sex, and finding out that his mate is Derek Hale. Tuesdays suck.


John Hughes did not direct my life // E // AU //
Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.


Chasing the horizon
// E // AU //
Stiles nearly laughs and for a moment, he sits there trying to think of anything to say.
“It’s been a good year,” he croaks at long last.


Gravity’s got nothing on you
// E // AU // Vers //
“Three weeks,” Derek says.
“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.
“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested.


Call it a wild card
// T // AU //
“Are you done fanboying, or should I give you a few more minutes?” Erica asks, the smirk and her words clearly directed at Stiles, who’s still standing and gaping, but Derek can’t help but feel there’s a jibe at him hidden in there somewhere, too.


Reach out // E // AU //
In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…with the same person


Cupboard love
// G // AU //
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.


Keys and Christmas lights
// M // AU //
Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body.


Sense of home
// E //
Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.


Living with lycanthropy
// E // AU //
Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.


Our lives are changing lanes
// E // AU //
There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.


And If I Die Before I Wake // E //
When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he’s going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.


Out of his league
// E // AU // Bottom!stiles
Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.


Why don’t you say so?
// T // AU
Talia Hale has a plan. Derek will go to the Winter Formal and he will ask the Stilinski boy to dance, and they will finally get their heads out of their asses and her son will stop moping around the house in his underwear..


Bogarted
// M // Crack
Or, Derek’s hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.


Spook: a ghostly love story in three parts
// T // AU
Derek is fifteen when he dies. He’s been fifteen for six years when he meets Stiles.
And then suddenly… suddenly things start looking up.


I do, do you?
// E
Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.


Navigating this space between us
// E
Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest.


Glossy double cover spread
// E
When Derek finds out exactly how Stiles has been able to afford the tuition for his fancy private college, he becomes a touch…obsessed.


The sweetest of words
// E //

Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.


Celebrity crush
// E // AU
Stiles wasn’t expecting to meet his favourite actor when Scott helped him land an internship on the set of Jackson’s new film, and he certainly wasn’t expecting Derek to fall in love with him. Not that Stiles was complaining.


Game on
// T // AU
Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by.


Daddy do’s
// G // AU //
Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.


Brilliant & ridiculous
// M
All Derek wanted was for the woman to leave him alone and ring up his groceries. How that led to her thinking Stiles is his boyfriend is something he blames on Stiles and his inability to stay out of trouble for five minutes.


No homo
// E // AU //
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.


Alpha complex
// E // AU // PWP //
“Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him.


Finger bangin
// E // AU // PWP
Stiles starts bringing drumsticks to Pack gatherings, sitting himself on the edge of the group to tap out maddening rhythms on his knees as the werewolves train.


A road that’s built to last
// E // AU //
Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He’s always been told that it’s a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he’s still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he’s starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he’s made in a long time.


Fly a little faster
// T //
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?


But then what…
// E // AU
Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favour, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douche-canoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally.


All the wonders that remain
// E // AU // WIP
The one where Stiles is an average dude whose soulmate just happens to be movie star Derek Hale, and he only finds out after pictures of Derek’s soulmark - their soulmark -go viral.


Love is a force of nature
// E // AU // PWP
When Derek’s father sat him down for the sex talk when Derek was thirteen, he’d explained that werewolves felt things more intensely than humans when they found their mate.


Say hello to the brushfire
// E // AU
The night before Stiles turns eighteen, Derek Hale spills coffee on him. Things get weirder (and more awesome) from there.


I might be a fool
// E // AU
The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault.


With metal on our tongues 
// E // AU
Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6’s new quartermaster. It’s cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor’s legacy and make Stiles’ life more difficult.


Come on, tear me apart
// E
“Why were you thinking about my tattoo, Stiles?” He asks, making Stiles swallow and lick his lips nervously, only to be more confused when Derek follows the movement with his eyes.


How to turn a bad boy into a fanboy
// T // AU
Stiles owns a comic books store and Laura’s son is a huge fan of Spiderman. It was only a matter of time before Derek stepped foot in there.


Not every tuesday
// E
// AU
Every Tuesday morning at ten, like clockwork, Derek Hale would come into Stiles’ shop and get his stubble trimmed. Every Tuesday at lunch, Lydia would tell him how jealous she was that she couldn’t make it to work before him, getting stuck with perms. Every Tuesday evening, Stiles rushed home and into the shower to get the hair off of him, and to rub one out thinking about jawline and beard burn on his thighs.


Muffins as a declaration of intent
// E

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.
“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”


What’s up Pinocchio?
// E // Crack
Stiles knows his dick, okay? He knows it well. He knows how long it is, how thick it is - measuring is a normal thing for a curious teenager, it really is - but somehow, that’s not true anymore.


Accidentally in love
// M
// AU
Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.


Normal again
// T
// AU // Gif-fic
Stiles awakens in a psychiatric hospital. Is it another Alpha mind trick or have the last few years of Stiles life all been a dream created to deal with his mother’s death?


I wish I had a river
// T
// AU
Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.

This Time With Feeling // E // AU
“Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.

I Wanna Take a Ride On Your // E // PWP // Vers
Stiles is…endowed. Derek…likes it.

Biology Is Not Power // E // PWP
Biology is not related to power. That’s the first lesson everyone learns in their Sexuality and Humanity class in high school. Like, the very first thing. First words in the book and everything. 

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- works I have some sort of sentiment :)

Bucky² (Prologue)

Summary: You’re a mutant with the power of dimensional, spatial and time manipulation, meaning you can travel to and from dimension, spaces and different times with ease. But one day, when you’re coming back from a particularly long mission, you brought something back that should never have come with you in the first place.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that Marvel has created and I certainly don’t own Sebastian Stan.

Warnings: Swearing, angst and some flirting.

40′s!Bucky x Present!Bucky x Reader

||Please don’t repost anywhere or plagiarize||


It’s been such a damn long mission.

I’m glad I’m going back home after this, just a little more information to collect, before heading home. I never realized just how much I’d miss my phone or my laptop or even the shows on TV. 

God, I miss Netflix.

Walking down the hall, my skirt swishing against my calves, I slid into the filing room where all of the Howling Commandos’ reports on their successful missions, I look over to the desk, seeing the most recent report sent in by Falsworth. I bend over the desk, reading it.

After taking the most recent HYDRA base, we couldn’t help but notice multiple anomalies in the sky. We don’t know where they’re from, if they’re natural or if they’re a new HYDRA weapon being tested. Whatever it is, we need to take care of it.’

I sigh, modifying the report flawlessly to nullify that part of the report and I bite my lip, “sorry boys, but that’s no HYDRA weapon. That was my friends, calling me home.” 

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Wild Kard in LA [Hi-Touch Experience]

Okay so first of all, I was nervous as hell. This was my first time going to a fanmeet, and it was also the first time I was going to be able to have the hi-touch experience (shout out to Charmaine for being the real MVP and scoring P2 tickets). I was trying not to think about the hi-touch thing throughout the fanmeet because I really wanted to focus on what K.A.R.D was doing on stage. They were amazing (understatement of the year btw), and, if I have the time and have collected my mess of a mind, I might do a post of the whole fanmeet. I am going to be putting together a video of all the videos I shot though (so if you’re interested, look forward to that later). Okay so legit getting to the hi-touch thing. Charmaine and I were like in the last row of P2 for the lower seating (we were Orchestra Left), and we were watching P1 do their photo thing which was amazing and funny (K.A.R.D is sooooo nice and chill. They deserve all the love they’ve been getting and more!!) K.A.R.D fans are amazing as well. Like some girl had a J.Seph sign and was standing next to him and doing a heart with him, but her sign was upside down. ALL of the fans sitting and waiting started to yell that her sign was upside down, so that she could fix it before the photo got taken. She and J.Seph looked so confused which was funny and cute, but in the end they understood what we were all yelling and motioning her to do, and she fixed her sign in time! (K.A.R.D fans looking out for each other is A+++++). Alright so they got through the P1 photos, and some of the P1 people got to stay because they also had P2 benefits; the rest had to leave immediately (security was super strict about that.) So then SubK started the hi-touch. They went row by row sending people up. Some people like ran by and high-fived the members and others sort of took their time (which was fine because why wouldn’t you). Since we were all the way in the back we had to wait a while for them to get to our row. THEN THE ROW IN FRONT OF US BEGAN HEADING DOWN. I thought I was gonna lose my head. I was starting to get even more nervous than I already was. THEN THEY SENT OUR ROW DOWN. I SWEAR THE WHOLE WAY DOWN MY MIND WAS RACING AND I WAS FREAKING OUT BECAUSE WE WERE GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO K.A.R.D. The SubK people were so nice and everything. They were making sure we didn’t run and were telling us to watch our step because the stairs had this big space between each step. (I feel my heart racing as I’m writing this. What is wrong with me?)

The order was: J.Seph, Jiwoo, Somin, and at the end was B.M. As I was walking up it felt like time slowed down BIG TIME. Like the space between the stairs and where J.Seph was at felt really far. I was being really conscious of not tripping because, as most of my friends know, I tend to trip A LOT. THEN, AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE AGES, I GOT TO J.SEPH. NOW LET ME TELL YOU! J.Seph is so GORGEOUS up close. Pictures do not do him justice! He has flawless skin, and he’s just so HANDSOME and GORGEOUS!!! My soul was snatched. J.Seph’s taller than me, and I was wearing my WILD KARD hat (it’s such a nice hat), so he bent down a bit to get to my eye level. I DIED MULTIPLE TIMES THAT NIGHT AND THIS WAS ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS. It felt like he was staring into my soul! The boy has such pretty eyes. Like how does someone like him exist IDK! I WAS SHOOK! Literally all I could say was ‘Thank you.’ Like that’s all my mouth would let out. He firmly met high-fived my hand, and he smiled (my heart melted) and said ‘Thank you’ back to me. HIS VOICE is so nice and soft too!!! Also his hands? SOFT. SO SOFT.

After J.Seph was Jiwoo. OH MY GOD. SHE’S A CUTIE PIE! She had a bright smile on her face, so I couldn’t help but to give her that same smile back (my mind was working overtime in this moment trying to process).Like Jiwoo is a goddess! She’s so BEAUTIFUL! Her eyes are super bright and happy too! She leaned forward to meet my hand (she has such pretty hands too btw). It was a nice and firm hi-touch. Like she had such up beat energy that I was vibing off of, and in the brightest voice I have ever spoken in (like this shocked me how my voice changed) I just said 'Hi!’ I couldn’t think of anything else to say (and it’s not like I could’ve said much anyways since it was like a quick two second hand touch and move on sort of deal.) BUT SHE SAID IT BACK WITH ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL BRIGHT SMILE! (I died again here.) Jiwoo’s voice is also so soothing. Like it’s nice and rich, so I’m just in love.

On to Somin. I was still on this giddy high from Jiwoo, and that carried over to my hi-touch with Somin. ANOTHER GODDESS! She is so damn pretty (like K.A.R.D is killin’ it in the looks department, if you think otherwise, FIGHT ME). So I’m over here smiling like an idiot in front of Somin because I can’t do much of anything else, and just like with Jiwoo I was like 'Hi!’ in the brightest voice that ever did come out of me. Like Jiwoo, she said it back to me with a bright smile. Now let me tell you: her smile is so beautiful. Like she is a beautiful person. AND HER VOICE! Her voice is so light and nice! It’s like a feather like voice (does that even make sense idk?? but it does in my head haha). It made me even more happy. My hi-touch with her was probably the shortest though (idk why I felt like it was a bit longer with J.Seph and Jiwoo).

Finally we got Matthew, B.M., Big Matthew. MATTHEW FRICKEN KIM. The whole day I had been thinking about what I would say to him, if I could say anything to him. I had a couple of things in mind, but my mind was so scrambled by the fanmeet and by the fact that I was about to see him up close that I forgot anything I had thought of. HE LOOKED FINE AS HELL! Like that guy is so GORGEOUS too! AND HE’S SO DANG TALL!! I reached about the middle of his chest I think, so I had to tilt my head up a bit to look at him (also my hat blocked his face so I had to tilt my head up more). His eyes are so nice. SO. NICE. I reached out to high-five him, and ended up clasping his hand instead of just giving him a high-five. HE RETURNED THE GESTURE (I almost cried)! His hands are so large too in comparison to my own, so I was just losing it already. B.M’s hands were rough too, which is something that I really liked? I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone, but I liked that his hands were rough; maybe that’s just me though. Anyways, as I held his hand I blurted out, “I love you man!” AND THEN I DIED AGIN BECAUSE HE GAVE ME THE SWEETEST SMILE EVER. His smile is like heaven on Earth. It was so warm and nice, and his eyes turned into crescents, and I was dead AGAIN! He said 'Thank you’ in the most gentle voice too. MY NIGHT WAS MADE. Then I left the stage, and my mind was still not caught up with the fact that I had just met K.A.R.D. It honestly still feels like a dream.

K.A.R.D is a group that I have fallen for so fast. They’ve become my favorites in record time, and they’re probably the first group that I’ve liked this quickly. They’re all so talented, and they really demonstrated that through the fanmeet. AND THEY’RE SO CHILL! Honestly, K.A.R.D is so relaxed, laid back, and they give off the most welcoming vibe. I can’t wait for their official debut. I can’t wait to see where life takes them because I know they’re meant to be great. I hope we international fans will get many more opportunities to see and engage with them. I also hope that they continue to receive love as they move forward and grow because they deserve every single ounce of that love and a hundred times more!

Also thanks to SubKulture Ent. for organizing all of this, and for allowing us the chance to turn up with K.A.R.D! It’s been real!!