what are we supposed to tag these as


Based on this vine

You know what we need more of? Beginner’s classes for adults.

It’s supposed to be really, really good for you to keep learning new things as you age. It helps stave off strokes and dementia and Alzheimer’s and improves memory. And hey, learning stuff is fun.

But I really don’t want to be infantilized when I try to learn something. And I definitely don’t learn the way a child does. And honestly, what adult wants to be in the same class as children? Very few.

This occurred to me recently because I’d like to learn how to actually ice skate properly. My parents never signed me up for classes, because it wasn’t a thing they ever cared about or thought about. Now I’m in my twenties and want to learn, and also don’t want to be surrounded by a bunch of eight-year-olds who probably honestly skate better than I do. Because that’s embarrassing, and embarrassment is not how you learn.

Would it be good to lose the social stigma of being worse at something than a child? Yes. Hell yes. But we’ve got to start somewhere, and like I said: adults don’t really learn the way kids do, and a lot of people use these kinds of activities to make friends, and I don’t want to make friends with an eight-year-old, either.


Beginner’s classes for adults. Let adults suck at stuff and learn how to get better and learn new things and broaden their horizons, while still being treated as adults. Classes for writing, for pottery, for chess, for art, for instruments, for singing, for sports, for chemistry. For everything, dammit.

@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:

Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.


Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.


In 1893 ACD killed off Sherlock Holmes at the Reichenbach Falls and as a result induced mass fan outrage with over 20,000 people cancelling their subscription to The Strand magazine.

After being absolutely bombarded with complaint messages (and people literally taking to the streets wearing mourning clothes) however, Doyle revived Holmes in “The Hound of the Baskervilles” and then properly in “The Empty Hearse”.

Now it seems we have our own “Final Problem” to address. If it’s an ARG/meta-narrative Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss want, it’s what they’re going to get.

Set your alarm. Save the time.

26th February

- Keep it classy. Pithy arguments, thought-out responses. No cheap insults/name-calling etc. We want to start a conversation.
- Best not to @ Mark Gatiss or any other members of the cast/crew of Sherlock. If you really want to tag someone I suppose BBC One is a possibility.
- Using old Twitter accounts is better than new ones because your tweets may be invalidated/not counted towards the trend.
- It’s more likely that tweets will count towards the trend if you have a full twitter bio/profile picture/are following people/have mentioned and replied to tweets before.
- We need over an estimated 1700 tweets to trend during this time.
- The more people involved, the better. Message your friends! Spread the word.

Hopefully through this we’ll not only be able to address the problem of queer baiting within BBC Sherlock, but begin a public conversation about the manipulation of LGBT viewers as an ongoing issue within media.

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There are so many amazing things going on in this menu, you guys.

“American Plate”
*throws some shit on a plate* “This is what Americans eat, right?”
I don’t know what I love more, the single piece of broccoli (well, this is an accurate depiction of the amount of vegetables Americans eat, I guess) or the THREE tortilla chips for eating your “avocado dip.” 

“Of course those two make the perfect decisive end of your meal!”
Awww, okay, that’s cute. Though…it’s “light and shadow vanilla and chocolate,” so I guess Kuroko is the chocolate, not the vanilla?? I’m all confused now.


“Super Long Range Toast”
“This super long shot can reach its target from the far end of the court (plate). It’s so long, your heartbreak is inevitable!?”

Writing is Hard, Pt. 2: Description

Summary: Dean wants to write a second story.

Read Part 1

Warning: Smut, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Your laptop is screaming at you from its spot on the motel table.

You ignore it.

It’s not like you’ve been waiting all day to check it. It’s not like you were impatiently stomping around as you folded clothes with Sam and Dean in the laundromat, as they took their sweet time at the grocery, as Dean dragged you to some fucking hardware store because he needed a specific type of wrench (the six identical wrenches he already owns just aren’t enough).

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  • Kara: Never let Maggie go.
  • Alex: Got it.
  • Kara: Maybe take her on a date or something-
  • Alex: (at the same time) Propose to her.
  • Kara: Alex no that's not what I-
  • Alex: (on one knee) *gives thumbs up*
  • Kara: what the fuck

For RebelCaptain Week, Day 2: Comfort

“What is this?”

Cassian regrets the question as soon as he says it–an occurrence that’s become much more common since he met Jyn Erso, it seems. He knows the second the words leave his mouth what will happen, and sure enough, Jyn’s jaw sets and she tenses defensively, ready to run or fight.

“It’s a coat.”

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Bts reaction to a fake scandal

Request 1:  Hi, can I request a BTS reaction scenario to seeing their idol gf being in a scandal that was never true on the news? Idk if requests are still open but thanks in advance either way! 💛


“Baby, they are speeking non sense again. Shall we listen or we are changing the chanel?”


“Should be bet who will be next time? You had lunch with Daehyun right? I bet it will be him. “Y/N, BTS Suga girlfriend on a date with B.A.P Daehyun? Is the break up close?”

Originally posted by dreamyoongi


“Don’t be worried sunshine. I know non of this is true.”

Originally posted by ksjknj


“Netizens hate anyone who breaths, don’t worry baby.”

Originally posted by jhope-shi


“Honestly, those people don’t understand the free PR they are making to my baby, do they?”

Originally posted by jiyoongis


“Should we give them a real scandal? I’m tired of reading false things. Soooo…LET’S GO OUT, EAT ICE CREAM AND SHOW THE WORLD WE ARE A HAPPY COUPLE.”

Originally posted by ngocanne


“Are we supposed to break up or something because of some stupid fake ass news? No? Exactly. Come sit on the couch with me and let me cuddle my princess.”

Originally posted by jiminboi



Also we are playing “Would you rather” so tag along.

*Requests are closed*

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 6/?)

PART 1    PART 2     PART 3     PART 4       PART 5

I arrived at school and spotted Jess, Sheri and Zach standing outside.

“Hi, guys”, I came up to them.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up girl? Did you do that English homework?”, Jess asked.

We had English together, and having class with Jessica had good and bad sites. Good – I was in class with my friend. Bad – she have never done her homework.

“Yes, I did”, I rolled my eyes and took my notebook out of my bag.

Unfotunately, along with the book my home keys fell out to the ground.

“Shit”, I mumbled and bent down to grab them, I was wearing loose shirt, so when I reached down more of my chest was visible than when I was standing.

“Wait, wait, wait”, Jess titled my shirt showing a lot of my boob to the world.

“What the hell, Jess?”, I asked shocked. Zach quickly turned his head away, which was nice.

“Is that a hickey?”, she pointed at my breast.

“…Nooo?”, I patted her hand, she stopped  holding my shirt and I could finally fix it so that everyone around couldn’t see my boob.

“Then what is that?”, she asked crossing her arms on her chest.

“I… I… Ummm… Burned myself with a straightener…”, I tried to come up with any excuse. “Yeah, right, I was playing with a straightener and burned myself. On a boob”, I shrugged like nothing.

“You burned your boob with a straighneter?”, she totally wasn’t buying it.

“Can you just stop saying boob?”, Zach asked.

“Well, yeah, I was home alone and tried to learn how to curl my hair with a straightener, I was holding it like this”, I started showing them some moves that was supposed to show playing with straightener, “and then I got notification on my phone and I wanted to check it, because I’m stupid, cause who normal would check their phone while holding straightener, right?”, I started giggling nervously. “So yeah, I took my phone, then straightener went like this and yeah, I burned my boob. Sorry, Zach, I burned myself”, I nodded my head as if I tried to convince myself it was true.

Jessica stared at me for a longer moment and when she finally open her mouth to say something Justin and Montgomery came up.

“Hey, y’all”, Foley wrapped his arm arund Jess. “What’s up?”

Fucking bastard, I thought when I quickly looked at Monty. Sheri was biting her lip trying not to laugh.

“Y/N, you’re lying”, Jessica laughed. “You have a fucking hickey!”

“Shut up!”, I nervously looked around just to see few people turned their head in our direction and few jocks sent me cocky smiles, so obviously they had heard her. “It’s not a hickey”’, I said quietly.

“She has a hickey?”, Justin asked, again too loud. “I don’t believe it until I see it”

“You’re her boyfriend, I’m not gonna show you my boob”.

“I’m nobody’s boyfriend”, Monty spoke.

“Fuck off, Montgomery”, I rolled my eyes. “Nobody’s gonna watch a hickey”.

“Ha! So you have it!”, Justin pointed at me.

“I don’t have any… You know what, whatever, here, copy your homework”, I gave Jess my notebook. “I’m going to the class, see you later losers and I don’t want to hear about hickey that doesn’t exist again”, I waved at them and went inside.

Instead of going to class and went to the toilet, locked myself in one of the stalls and tilted my shirt.

“Fuck…”, I mumbled.

Hickey obviously was there, but I was dressing up in such a hurry in the morning that I didn’t even saw it. I took my phone and texted Monty.

Y/N: I hope you’re fucking proud of yourself.

I left the stall and my phone buzzed.

Montgomery: I don’t consider your breast as a visible place. It’s your and your blouse’s fault.

Y/N: You’re ridiculous and I’ll kill you the first second I met you.

The first second came quickly, because I bumped on him when I left toilet.

“Hello, hickey girl”.

“Don’t even start”, I stopped him with my hand and quickly walked passed him and went to the class.

Second period was Math, but luckily when Monty got to the class I was talking to Alex, de la Cruz had to take the seat and because his seat was at the opposite end of the room I was sure he wouldn’t try to talk to me for another hour.

On lunch break I was waiting in line in cafeteria when I felt someone staring over my shoulder I turned my head and saw one of the jocks trying to look under my shirt.

“Seriously?”, I asked. “Seriously?”

I took my tray and walked away to the table where already sat Sheri, Jeff and Zach.

“What did he want from you?”, Jeff asked.

“To check if there is a hickey on my breast”, I said basically throwing food at the table.

“Is there any?”

“No!”, I lied and lying to Jeff felt terrible, but I couldn’t just say ‘yes there is, Monty did it during our casual sex’.

Speaking of the devil, he showed up shortly after me with Justin and Jessica.

“Hey, thanks for homework, I changed it so it wouldn’t look too obvious”, she put my notebook next to me.

I nodded my head without saying a word.

“Oh, Y/N, come on”, she jerked my arm. “Don’t be mad”.

“How can I not be mad when you basically shouted out that I have a hickey on a boob and three minutes ago this jerk”, I pointed at the guy who was standing behind me in the line, “tried to see if it’s really there”.

I spotted Monty’s jaw clenched, I kicked him under the table, so he would calm down.

“Just tell me who did the damn hickey and if it’s really not a hickey, say it again and this time I’ll believe you and never talk about this again, I promise”.

She bit her lips waiting for me to response.

“It’s not a hickey”, I said quietly.  

“Okay”, she smiled.

After lunch I left cafeteria with Monty as we were going for chemistry, but I didn’t even say a word.

“Hey, say something”, he said. I didn’t answered. “Oh, come on, you’re not that pissed.”

“Yes, I am”.

“It’s not even my fault”, he rolled his eyes.

“So are you saying you’re not the one who did the fucking hickey?”, I asked quietly but harshly.

“Well, obviously it was me, but everyone found out because of fucking Jessica”, he defended himself.

“I’m lying to my friends because of you. You’re lying to your friends, you feel good with that?”.

“Jeez, it’s not like somebody gets hurt or anything because of that. Don’t treat it like lying, consider it as… not saying the whole truth”, he said.

“Okay, listen”, I took a deep breath. “I got mad and it stressed me a bit, so I might be a bitch today. Just give me a day, tomorrow I’ll be normal, I don’t stay mad for too long”.

“You know, I can make it up to you”, Monty smirked at me.

“You’ll do whole chemistry project by yourself?”, I smiled with hope even though I knew he wasn’t talking about that.

“Nooo, I mean something more… physical”.

“No, no, no, not anytime soon”, I shaked my head.

“Why, I didn’t pushed anyone today!”, he protested.

“You did other things. Now you have to get punished”, I said. “And I don’t mean any weird foreplay or whatever you’re imagining in your head right now”, I added quickly seeing smirk on his face. “And nothing’s gonna happen for like another five days, I can tell you”, I say quietly. I looked at him, Monty clearly didn’t have any idea what am I talking about. “It’s these days”, I put an accent on a word, so he would finally understand.

“Ohh… Right…”, he nodded his head being a little uncomfortable. “But your mouths aren’t bleeding, right?”

“You’re a dick”, I said a little bit too loud while we were walking into class.

“Ms Y/L/N, language please”, teacher reprimanded me.

“Sorry, “ I mumbled when I was taking my seat while Monty was cracking up trying not to laugh.

This one is a little bit shorter, because… idk why, it is what it is, there isn’t even a lot of Monty in it lol

sneak peak: next part - protective (!) Monty

@sighsophiia - you asked me to tag, so here ya go x
I was supposed to publish it tomorrow, but I’m drunk and eating sandwich so yeah
plus Monty’s tag is dead af

Reclaim the Day:

What is it: A day for witches of color to post selfies, scenery, rituals, pages from your grimoire, altars and other aspects of your witchcraft on tumblr.

Why is this is a day: Because we as a community of witches need to be seen and heard. There is already a certain standard of what witches are supposed to be on tumblr, and unfortunately the standard does not apply to witches of color. That said, I want to take this day to celebrate and “expose” our community.

We are more than a stereotype. We exist in all shapes, colors, and sizes. It’s time that people realizes that. Realize that witches of color do exist, and that we are valid and real.

When is it: February 11th, 2017 (the day after the next full moon)

Misc: Use the tag #pocrtd. Anyone of color can post.

Spread the word, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

(logo created with power point, all mages belong to bing ;D) 

I drew the Batbros….got the base from this blog

Dick: Damn it, Jason! We were only supposed to buy milk!! You are so DEAD!!! 

Tim: We’re gonna die. We are definitely going to die. I never should’ve tagged along.

Damian: Did I miss anything? And why do I hear Grayson on the roof?

Jason: Totally worth it!!!

Dick: I know I said that I liked being tied up, but this is insane!! Damn it, Jason! We were only out to buy milk!!


This just in, the sons of Billionaire Playboy Bruce Wayne have been spotted leaving what appears to be a huge explosion from one of Gotham’s many abandoned warehouses. Thankfully no injuries have been reported. However, the eldest son, Richard, appears to be duct taped to the roof of the car. Witnesses say that it was just a stunt of brotherly bonding. Some say that it’s a cry for attention. Others believe that they should be locked up in prison or worse. Locked up in Arkham Asylum. The GCPD have yet to comment on this particular situation. Hold on…It appears that the Batmobile is in hot pursuit of the wayward boys. More information will be reported after these messages.

OtaYuri fic recs #12

Just Us by SociallyAwkwardFox (Maze_Runner_Fae), teen, 1.4k

“Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone-and finding that’s okay with them.” Alain de Botton
Yuri and Otabek being weird and domestic with each other.

Here’s to the Mess We Make by FakePlasticSnow, teen, 12.7k

Part 1 of the Yuri Plisetsky vs. Adulting series

“Fuck you. Fuck you for being kind, for seeing me for who I really am, and for looking good in a leather jacket. You ruined everything. I like you.”

Puberty sucks. Feelings suck more. In the wake of a post-Worlds meltdown, Yuri accidentally discovers his artistic identity in a jazz dance class with Otabek and Mila. Along the way, Otabek unleashes his inner Channing Tatum, Yuri gets in touch with his inner Georgi, and Yakov probably loses more hair. Welcome to the madness.

If I Ever Get the Nerve by FakePlasticSnow, mature, 2k

Part 2 of the Yuri Plisetsky vs. Adulting series

“Thinking Out Loud did not lend itself well to a club mix, so corny speech it is.”

Proposing was intimidating enough on its own, but how the fuck was one supposed to propose to Yuri “Married People Suck” Plisetsky? While coming up with 15 reasons to convince him, Otabek looks back on the last five years.

Otayuri RPF by kalakagatha, mature, 1.8k

@yurizangel OMG @otafurry, what are you doing tagging Yuri in your fic link? Don’t do that shit! Hashtags, not @-signs! #stupidnewb #rpfhasrules

@iceicetiger Do we have to go over the ten RPF commandments again? DO NOT SHARE THE RPF WITH THE RP. @yurizangel @otafurry

Yuri discovers Figure Skating RPF.

Like A Sun, It Burns by CalamityK, teen, 1.8k, warning: angst

Mila points out that maybe Yuri looks at Otabek a little differently, a bit too long, and a bit too starry-eyed.

“When he’s in the room, Yura, you barely have eyes for anything else.”

“He’s my best friend.”

“He’s your sunlight. You’re brighter when you’re with him.”

In a way, Yuri thinks, Otabek does kind of burn like the sun.

Cat Shirts and Creepsters by Kiraly, teen, 1.8k

Yuri and Otabek are trying to get ready to go out, but Yuri can’t find a shirt to wear. Otabek helps.

Liquor Stash by Severe_Minx, explicit, 39k, WIP

I want him.

When the full realisation hit him, Yuri felt as though he couldn’t breathe. Detached and fleeting thoughts that had passed through his mind finally took shape in these three words at that exact moment. The I being himself, Yuri Plisetsky, age 17, a Russian figure skater with a list of impressive accomplishments to his name that seemed pretty pointless right now given the context. The want being desire, the need to bury himself, the thought to consume, but never actually act out except behind locked doors in empty beds or shower stalls. The him being the person standing across from Yuri sipping coffee from a take-away cup with creased brows, the low sunlight hitting his face just so to light up his otherwise dark eyes. Someone he considered to be his best friend, who came all the way from Almaty just to spend a week with him and who was blissfully unaware of the fucking turmoil Yuri was feeling in the pit of his stomach. Or at least, Yuri hoped he was unaware.

In which Yuri Plisetsky invites Otabek Altin over to stay with him in Saint Petersburg, freaks out over his feelings and delves into Lilia’s liquor stash.

In the Land of the Wanderers by alpha_hydra, teen, 26k

“You have to use your Instagram more if we’re going to be friends, Altin,” Yuri warns when Otabek assumes Yuri is only waiting for Nikiforov and Katsuki to finish groping each other. “It’s no fun otherwise.”

Later, Otabek thinks of Yuri every time he pulls his phone out, and that’s really where it starts.

Hey, Jealousy by RC_McLachlan, general audiences, 4k

There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.

Every Time I Try, Every Time I Win by thissupposedcrime, teen, 4.7k

At least no one’s brought up couples costumes. Yuri isn’t sure how Otabek would react to a live recording of him leaping over a table to fight a reporter, a symbolic stand in for the death of Yuri’s sanity and Victor’s cutesy legacy. He guesses not well, and that is enough to hold his tongue.

Or, Otabek is naturally romantic, Yuri is naturally clueless, and somehow they work it out.

Wondering by lovelyisthenight (IrishFaerie01), teen, 964

He’d already come to terms with the fact that he doesn’t want it. And now, having to deal with the fact that he does, maybe, is… well, it’s a little terrifying.


OHHSHIT, didn’t think i would upload my precious bby luke aye? hehehehe. well anyway, here’s Luke and his new friend-enemy; Alice. I thought it would be cool to upload him as a way of saying thank you to you guys?? ❤️ yay??? Alice is just a new sim I did and I thought I’ll add her in as well~ she’s a cutie no?

oh and smth random; Alice took Luke’s potty, poor guy. take good care of him yo, he’s my precious lil child. don’t reupload and whatever *sobs* His ma is gonna kill me later on but shh. here’s the CC list you’ll need for him. or them. TAG ME KKK cos I wanna see what they’re up to in your game. MOM AND PA WOULD LOVE THAT TOO. rlly.

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this took me longer than i wanted it to bc i had no idea what i was doing during colouring it and i didnt want to restart it over

This is for the fix-it marriage for the #Emma Swan Deserves Better tag event.

“I’m so glad you agreed to be my maid of honor,” Emma said to Regina.
“I’m still unsure as to what I’m supposed to be doing,” Regina replied, “especially since we’re now doing this today.”
Emma shrugged. “Just be here for me?”
Regina saw the nervousness in Emma’s eyes. She gave her a reassuring smile. “Of course, dear.”
Emma’s face lit up with a huge smile. “Thanks, Regina. I knew I could count on you.”
Snow burst through the door at that moment, barely able to contain herself. “Okay! We only have a few hours until the wedding!” She was carrying a large black bag.
“Mom? What is that?” Emma asked.
“Well I knew you might be busy with other things so I went ahead and picked up a wedding dress,” Snow told her. “David is getting Killian’s suit, because I’m trusting him with the job.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” Emma said, “I could’ve gone with Regina.”
“Nonsense,” Snow replied, waving Emma off, “no need to worry you on your special day!” Snow moved to unzip the bag.
Regina got up from her position on the couch in Emma’s living room to assist her. There was… a lot. Just a lot.
“Are people even going to be able to see Emma?” Regina asked, trying to take the whole dress in.
“Hush,” Snow scolded lightly, “it’s a dress fit for a princess.”
Regina noticed Emma shifting uncomfortably out of the corner of her eye.
“It looks great, Mom,” Emma said, though Regina could hear slight disappointment in her voice.
“I’m just so happy for you!” Snow practically squealed. “This is all me and your father have ever wanted for you. Your very own happy ending.”
“I would argue it’s more of a beginning,” Regina said. “She does have a life ahead of her with the pirate.”
Snow gave her a look, “you know what I mean.” Snow held Emma by the shoulders. “Now, I’m off to speak to Granny about catering. And your father found a bigger venue, as promised.” With that, she said her quick goodbyes, leaving instructions for Regina to help Emma with her hair and make-up.
“You really don’t have to,” Emma told her after Snow had gone.
“I don’t mind,” Regina said. “Shall we?”
The two ascended the staircase toward the ensuite bathroom connected to Emma’s room. Emma sat down in a chair, while Regina assessed the situation.
“You looked quite wonderful while we were in Camelot,” Regina mentioned, trying to seem casual, “would you like something like that?”
Emma merely nodded, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.
“Are you alright?”
Emma closed her eyes and sighed before opening them, making eye contact with Regina though the mirror’s reflection. “Why am I not excited?”
“Are you nervous?” Regina asked, slightly taken aback by Emma’s sudden candor.
“It’s more a feeling of I’d rather be spending a day with you and Henry than getting married,” Emma confessed.
“Well spending time with me and Henry seems like something you’d do to distract yourself,” Regina said, “you’re probably just nervous and we seem like the safe option.”
Emma turned to look Regina in the eye. “I’ve been trying to get excited about this proposal ever since I found the ring in his chest of things,” she said. “Before he got home, I sat on the floor hyperventilating for an hour.”
“It’s a big step-”
“I know!” Emma exclaimed in frustration, suddenly getting up from the chair. “But this is everything my parents want for me, so why am I not as excited as they are?”
Regina remained silent for a few moments to collect her thoughts. “This is what your parents want, but is this what you want?”
“I mean, I don’t know!” Emma said. “I thought so. He loves me and I’m not really going to get that anywhere else in this town. I have to hold onto what I can get.”
Regina was starting to understand. Emma had been through so many foster homes, but none ever bothered to make her stay permanent. She was never a part of a family for very long. This marriage, for her, was a guaranteed family because she was doing what was seemingly expected of her. If she did the right thing, she could stay.
“But do you love him?” Regina whispered, putting a hand on Emma’s shoulder.
“Enough. I love him enough,” Emma said, looking down at her hands on her lap.
“Your parents won’t love you any less if you decide this isn’t what you want. You know that, right?” Regina told her. Emma, sweet Emma, was going to marry a man for her parents’ sake. Regina couldn’t let that happen. Not to Emma, not to anyone. Not again. “You are allowed to make your own choices.”
“What if they don’t like my choices?” Emma asked quietly.
Regina brushed Emma’s hair behind her ear. “Emma, they’d be silly not to take your side. You’re their daughter and they love you.” Regina saw a blush creeping over Emma’s cheeks.
“What if they don’t like one specific choice I wanted to make?” Emma asked.
“What? Not wanting to marry Hook?” Regina asked.
“Wanting to be with someone else,” Emma said.
“I think Snow White and Prince Charming would be delighted no matter who their daughter ended up with,” Regina told her.
Emma pulled away and went back to staring at herself in the mirror. “What if the person I want to be with didn’t approve?”
“Then he’d be an idiot,” Regina said firmly, much more passionately than she’d anticipated. “He’d be an absolute idiot, because you’re… well, you’re Emma. Beautiful, brave, strong, confident, and a great mother.”
Their eyes locked through the reflection again, both women looking at each other in wonder. Regina was the first to break, clearing her throat.
“So how would you like to proceed?” Regina asked, fiddling with a brush.
Emma stood up and gently took the brush from Regina’s hands, setting it back down on the counter. “Regina?”
Regina looked up, meeting those beautiful green eyes. “Yes?”
“Why do you dislike Hook?” Emma asked.
“You’re too good for him,” Regina said.
“And? Anything else?”
“I just… he… you… you deserve to be with someone you actually love. You shouldn’t marry someone just because your parents want you to, just because Hook wants you to, and certainly not because the town wants you to. You should follow your heart.”
During Regina’s speech, Emma seemed to have drifted closer. “Should I follow it right now?”
“The sooner the better, I supposed,” Regina breathed, mere inches away from Emma.
Emma bit her lip in contemplation before leaning in and kissing Regina softly, holding gently onto her waist.
Regina was slightly surprised, but quickly recovered and returned the kiss eagerly.
When the kiss broke Emma leaned her forehead onto Regina’s and asked quietly, “what does this mean?”
“Whatever you want it to mean,” Regina told her. “It could mean nothing and you can continue to marry the pirate, or it could mean something and… we could move forward.”
Emma held Regina firmly, kissing her again with determination. “Does that answer your question?”
Regina chuckled. “It seems that it does.”
“I can’t marry him, because I’m in love with you,” Emma confessed, “and I think I have been for a long time. So,” Emma pulled back, “Regina Mills, will you go on a date with me?”
Regina laughed, “of course, but first you have to tell Hook. I won’t be a secret and I won’t treat him like that.”
Emma nodded. “You’re right. See you when the commotion dies down?” Emma asked, heading toward the door.
“See you when the commotion dies down.”
Emma smiled and exited the bathroom and out of her house. Regina knew she would probably go to Hook first and then her parents. She thought about going with her for support, but she knew this was something Emma had to do on her own. It would all be worth it in the end. The possibilities were endless and while Regina knew it wouldn’t be easy, she knew it would be worth it. Emma was worth it.


Originally posted by saywhatme

Human: One

Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon]
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. Ability!AU Scifi!AU
Word Count: 5.9k

“what is it like to even be human?”

All Jungkook could remember were the events that was being unfolded right in front of him, everything else being untraceable. Being forced into a war he wasn’t even aware that was happening, being paired up with Taehyung and Yoongi during this ‘war’. They were pushed into this, being forced to kill the unknown enemy, relying on their so called abilities to keep them safe. Many questions were left unanswered, that was until he met you. More questions raised up, more confusion being added, and only a few things being answered. How can you tell the difference between human, and non-human?

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Cleaned up that sketch for fun. I guess i’ll print them out as 4x6 cards. For what reason? 

I don’t know. I suppose I could give them to people who buy the bigger kylo ren print or cosplayers or just people who come up to me and say they like kylo ren at cons (yes, try me at magfest). Make people cry. Something. I don’t know what i’m doing with my life. 

Let Me Show You How It’s Done

Request: Could you do a fic where buck catches the reader masturbating and it makes him really jealous, so he shows her what real pleasure feels like??

Summary: Bucky catches you while you’re touching yourself, when he hears you moan his name he loses it. 

Warnings: smutty smutt + more smut

A/N: Don’t hesitate to message or send me an ask if you want to be added to the tag list!

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