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What I Read This Week

(19/3/17)

Since I’m on holiday, I got to read SO many wonderful fics this week!

how the mighty fall (in love) by braveten, Gen, 28k
Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common.
1. They have unrealistic expectations for romance.
2. They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations.
3. They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: “KY.” Just finished yesterday!

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 107k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin. Y’ALL…. this fic is gold

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0, Mature, 14k (WIP)
In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him. EVERYONE MUST READ THIS FIC IT IS SO GOOD

Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 54k (WIP)
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance. Love this fic so much!

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 48k (WIP)
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. SO CUTE

Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 60k (WIP)
Yuuri is part of Japan’s most notorious mafias. Victor is the head of the Russian mafia. After brief meetings throughout the span of five years, they decide to go off together and leave everything behind. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!

On My Love by RikoJasmine, Teen, 72k (WIP)
Time travel AU where Yuuri and Victor are happy aged and married, but an accident occurs and suddenly Yuuri wakes up back in Detroit, in a time before he had even met Victor. Angst and pining ensues. Amazing fic!

dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 36k (WIP)
Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break. They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. I adore this fic!!!

Turn it, leave it, stop, format it by ebenroot, Explicit, 19k
“If you want, I can recommend you some security programs that you can download for free and protect your computer. That way, you won’t be at risk of losing these cute photos of your dog even when you browse websites like ‘Luscious Lonely Wives’.” Victor gives one long ‘haa’. “I don’t browse those websites,” he says through his straining smile. SO CUTE AND FUNNY!

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood, MapleTreeway, Explicit, 186k
New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve. Amazing fic!

From Russia, With Thinly Veiled Hate by diogcnes, Mature, 1.2k (WIP)
“The name’s Nikiforov, Viktor Nikiforov.”
“Jesus, Viktor. Do you have to say that to every mark we meet?” I can’t wait for more!!!

Rock, Paper, Scissors by nerdlife4eva, Mature, 3.3k
Victor and Yuuri discover the only chore they both dislike is vacuuming and decide to rock, paper, scissors (RPS) each time the chore needs to be completed. Yuuri is an ace at RPS and Chris sends them personalized charts to track their successes. Super funny!

turntables by Vitali (exocara), Teen, 4.3k
It happens approximately one week after Yuuri’s disastrous performance in Sochi.
Viktor Nikiforov @v-nikiforov
I wish I could date pretty black haired boys who dance well. LOOOVE THIS

cover story by fan_nerd, Explicit, 8.2k
Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, “Who do you think you are, anyways?” Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, “I’m Victor’s boyfriend.” It’s a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn’t want to take them back. GREAT fic! BIG THUMBS UP!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Secret Kink - Smut

Originally posted by obriengif

Author: @dumbass-stilinski and @celestial-writing
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,510
AN: This is a collab between me and Madi aka @celestial-writing and I don’t know but I’m really proud of this! It’s pretty dirty, we got some daddy kink going on over here, but we really hope you like it! 


Also, this is a happy belated birthday to Stiles Stilinski! 



It was Stiles’ 18th birthday and the whole pack had come to celebrate. After the year you’d been having, it was nice to take a break and enjoy each other’s company instead of fighting whatever big bad had decided to wreak havoc on the tiny town of Beacon Hills.

You had a plan for the party for Stiles’ birthday, you had been planning this surprise for him for weeks and you knew he was going to enjoy it. Stiles never was a person that could keep secrets quiet when he was drunk, even his own.

Lydia was throwing her annual St. Patrick’s party, as usual the drinks were flowing heavily. Your boyfriend, Stiles, had clearly been taking advantage of the parties “amenities” when you found him by the bar.

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sharpington  asked:

when you reblogged that face tutorial you mentioned you rarely see your hairline depicted in art--which hairline is that? I've never thought to pay attention to them before

Hey hey!! I’m so glad you posed this question!!

Hairlines aren’t really extensively talked about in terms of design, and I find that people just tend to use the same old ‘rounded’ or ‘squared-off’ hairlines when designing characters, ignoring the fact that natural hairlines are just as diverse as our other facial features. We lack proper language to describe them, and outside of the black natural hair community, people often don’t give hairlines a thought until they start to go bald. This problem with lack of terminology actually made it hard for me to find good reference for you!!

My hairline actually isn’t that rare in East Asian ethnicities, yet because it’s undesirable and doesn’t conform to beauty standards, no one ever depicts it in art save for a very select few that make it a part of their distinct style. The two artists that immediately come to my mind are illustrators Hayashi Seiichi and He Jiaying. Here is an excerpt from a Hayashi illustration:

And one from He Jiaying:

(He’s illustrations actually helped me come to love my hairline, after years of hiding it and being ashamed of it. Nowdays I don’t stare at my hairline in the mirror, feeling insecure and self-conscious, fervently wishing I could make my baby hairs grow thicker. I now rock a bun nearly daily. Representation matters!!)

My hairline was once described to me as ‘a variation of the classic straight’- though it looks normal when my hair is down, when it’s pulled up, two sharp triangles of baby hair immediately make themselves distinctly visible, too short to get pulled back along with the rest. These two patches right above the temples are thin and fluffy, different in texture to the rest of the scalp.

Here are some examples I yanked from the internet. Pay attention to how the patches of baby hair are visible only when the hair is pulled back:

You can even see it in some of the selfies I’ve posted onto tumblr, lmao!! (#truffs face) My mother, grandmother and both blood related aunts (all entirely Korean) share this hairline with me. It’s entirely genetic, very common and nothing we should be ashamed of.

Now that I’ve embraced my hairline, whenever I draw myself or my characters who share this trait, I tend to deliberately draw in these patches of thinner hair, making sure to pay attention to the directional pull of the strands and visually communicate that it’s less full in these areas. I know my own insecurity made me hyper-aware of hairlines since youth, and normally people don’t pay attention to them at all. But I still objectively feel that they are an important feature of how a head is designed overall, and mine is a distinct physical aspect of myself, and I want people to know that I LOVE my hairline and I know that it’s worth being represented!!

The Like Letter

So. I’m in Bakushima/Kiribaku/WHATEVER-YOU-WANT-TO-CALL-IT (Bakugo x Kirishima from Boku no Hero Academia) hell. And the moment I saw this beautiful picture @siij made (who was also sweet enough to provide the version of it in the fic below), I knew how to break into writing this ship. It is a good ship. I love them.

Cut is for length, not for content.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

Kirishima jumped as he woke up from where he had been dozing on his bed. Bakugo stood over him, waving pieces of paper in his general direction, his cheeks pink around glaring red eyes. At first, Kirishima’s still-sleepy brain thought he was shaking a poor grade at him - no, that wouldn’t make sense, Bakugo didn’t get marks like that. Maybe it was one of Kirishima’s tests?

Then, when he rubbed his eyes, it all started to come into focus. Terrifying, horrible, stomach-twisting clarity.

His handwriting.

A crude little doodle of Bakugo, complete with a huge, angry scowl, spiky hair and a heart.

No way. No way could it be the same… Kirishima’s hands darted in every direction around him, hoping that maybe his heart rate would slow back down once he got a hold of the letters he had been writing before he nodded off. Nothing. Gone. All gone.

No, not gone. They had somehow gotten from the mattress to Bakugo’s room and…ugh, Kaminari. Of course. Not that he would immediately accuse him, but it was hard not to when he tiptoed out of the room behind Bakugo’s back, giving Kirishima a huge smile and two thumbs up. ‘You got this, bro,’ he mouthed, closing the door. Got this?! Kirishima didn’t even have a shirt on! This was the furthest from ‘got this’ you could get!

“Don’t fucking ignore me!”

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Tumblr Prompt ( Jungkook Smut)

Au : High School AU.

Genre : Angsty Smut. Smutty Angst? Whatever you wanna call it. 

Pairing : Jung Kook * OC

Prompt : smut with any member. 

“Hey beautiful.” 

I shut my eyes in surprise, his hot breath hitting the back of my neck without warning, my fingers clenching into fists in surprise. Jesus, he moved around like a cat. I could never sense it when he was creeping up on me. 

“What do want, Jeon?” i said boredly. I was exhausted. Swimming practice had been brutal and my limbs ached something fierce. I wanted to go home and just collapse on the bed, hopefully sleep for the next twenty hours. 

“Don’t make it so easy, baby. You know exactly what i want.” He drawled. I turned around swiftly, not even surprised when his face was just indecently close to mine, eyes half lidded and lips wet as he licked them suggestively, teeth sinking erotically into the plump softness of his lower lip as he dropped his gaze to my breasts. I grunted and pulled my hoodie closer, hiding the little bit of cleavage from my swim suit. 

“Well, you can’t have it. Now get away before i put the great ‘ jungcock’ out of commision for the week.” I said warningly and he laughed out loud at that. 

“No shit.. Do you girls really call my cock that? Should I be flattered.?” He waggled his eyebrows and i shoved him out of the way, walking out of the locker room. Of course he fell in step with me. 

“Go ahead. Your ego swells faster than your cock anyway.” I shrugged and he grunted. 

“Filthy mouth you have there, baby girl. Makes me remember how it used to look , wrapped around me….”

I grinned.

“Ahh… memories. Too bad that’s all you’ll ever have of me , Jung Kook. Memories.”

“ Aww… Baby , come on. i already apologized a billion times. How long you gonna make daddy beg?” He gripped my wrist , yanking so hard that I swung around, crashing into his muscled chest, hands scrambling for support and gripping his shoulders instinctively. He groaned at the contact, hands slipping down to grip my ass without any hesitation, squeezing hard and rolling his erection right into me, dancer hips just so unfairly agile . 

My brain short circuited momentarily but i came to my senses quickly enough, glaring as i pulled away. 

“We broke up, Jeon .” i spat out furiously, pushing away from him and yanking my hand back. “ Because you put your fucking dick inside my best friend!” 

“Jesus fuck, the bitch is lying okay? i never slept with her ugly mug…”

i scoffed.

“Yeah right. i saw you kissing-”

“I kissed her. I’ll admit that. But i was piss drunk. And she was the one who fucking started it. i passed out right after. Baby, you can’t seriously believe I’d risk us for a roll in the hay with that conniving little skank.”

“Oh, put a sock in it. I really don’t want to hear anything else.” I snapped. 

“Y/N……”

“Good Bye.” 

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“ So , I thought i should come clean….” My ex best friend , sounded sulky and disgruntled over the phone. 

“you’ve got ot be kidding me. “ i exclaimed.” You lied.. Why the fuck would you lie?!” 

“i really liked him okay!! And honestly, he wouldn’t even look at me… It was always you… fuck I hated that the guy never even looked at me and it wasn’t just me you know….Even Yeri and Sana were really pissed off…i mean… before you transferred here , Jung Kook used to get together with all of us… adn then you came and suddenly you were all he could fucking see….”

“You guys are just unbelievable… You made me think he cheated on me! i fucking broke up with him over it…!!” i shouted , stunned. 

“Well, you should have believed him…” She said and before i could say anything more, she hung up.

i stayed perfectly still, too shocked to even think.

So Jung kook hadn’t cheated on me? 

I’d spent the better part of two months hating him over something he hadn’t even done?

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I found him outside his locker, laughing casually with Kim Taehyung, a senior and one of his best friends. I have a bit of a score to settle with Taehyung too. Back in freshman year, he once told his friends that I blew him in the gym lockers. The rumor was one of the reasons Jung Kook sought me out but still… a lie was a sin. And sins have consequences. Kim Taehyung was going to find that out. 

One stone to fell two birds, i think thoughtfully as i approach the pair. 

“….. and then i told him, dude it’s not even a pussy at this point… it’s like one of those huge caves you see in horror movies…”

I grimaced.

Classy as always. 

“Ahem.” i cleared my throat conspicuously. 

Jung Kook turned around and his eyes went wide with pleased surprise.

“Hey baby girl-” 

i ignored him and moved closer to Taehyung. I feel momentarily disconcerted because Jesus Christ, why did the guy look so unfairly perfect? I unglued my tongue from the roof of my mouth and managed a coy smile. 

“Hi, sunbae. I was wondering if you would be willing to come to a party at my place, this weekend.” I smiled widely at Taehyung. 

Jung kook went still as a statue. 

“What the actual-”

“I’d love to…” Taehyung said quickly, looking slightly insane and flattered. 

“Thank you, so much.” I whispered shyly. 

Before i could chicken out, I propelled myself forwatrd, grabbed Taehyung’s collar and planted my lips on his.

it lasted barely a microsecond because Jung Kook was slamming Taehyung into the nearest locker, pressing his forearm into the taller boy’s throat, snarling into his face. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He roared . 

“Kookie!!” Taehyung choked…” It’s.. she was the one who…”

Jung Kook pulled back to glare at me. 

“What the fuck are you-”

“We’re even.” 

“What?”

“You kissed my best friend. i kissed yours. We’re even. “ 

My heart began pounding steadily as I stood still , waiting for him to understand. 

When he did, I turned on my heel and walked away, grinning as i heard his whoops of victory as he jumped around the corridor. 

Whipped fucker. 

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“Fuck.. Fuck….” Jung Kook said desperately, gripping my shoulders as I fumbled with his  belt, pulling the leather strip out of the loops and yanking down his zipper . My mouth watered because two months is a long time to go without sex. Especially when you’re suffering from withdrawal symptoms from jeon Jung kook’s cock. 

We were on the back seat of his brother’s Range Rover and i knew that Namjoon was going to kick Jung kook’s ass for this later. But that was his problem. I straddled his thighs, sitting down on the meaty limbs before leaning down and mouthing at his cock through the fabric of his silk boxers. 

I straightened a bit, grabbing his tie and yanking him down till i could kiss him and he moaned, the fabric choking him briefly. He sank his fingers into my hair, fingers probing, spreading and then sinking into the thick locks. He tightened his grip, hard and yanked , really ,  really  hard. And it felt like heaven , my scalp stinging and pain shooting up my spine.

i was such a sucker for pain. 

And Jung Kook was such a sadistic bastard. It was a match made in heaven, honestly. 

“Fuck…. baby … you look so desperate… you missed me didn’t you?” He whispered and I nodded frantically, reaching for his boxers to yank them down. But he slapped my hand away, palm closing on my chin and squeezing tight , so hard that i knew I was going to bruise.

“not so fast. Answer me.. Did you miss me or not?” He demanded and i blinked through slightly wet lashes. 

“Yes, daddy…. Missed your fat cock choking me ….” i whispered, feeling wetness drip down my thighs even as saliva collected in my throat. Fuck, i couldn’t wait to get my lips on him. 

“i knew it baby girl… Don’t worry… Daddy’ll give you something to suck on… really quick…” He kept a firm grip on my hair , keeping my face away from his crotch as he quickly chucked his pants and his boxers, huge pink cock springing out and slapping his toned abs . He was hard as a rock, thick and slightly curved and I drooled, literally, saliva dribbling down my chin a little as i stared at his hard length. 

i do wish i could put on a show for him, strip fully so he can have a nice view but right now i’m just really desperate to have his cock in my mouth. But Jung Kook’s grip on my hair was strong and I could feel my brain slowly tumbling into nirvana. 

“You want it baby? How badly do you want it…”

“please.. jung Kook i want it so bad.. I want your cock… “ 

“hmm…. Well then,,, go ahead… show daddy how bad you missed me…” He relaxed his hold on my hair, letting me bend down and mouth at the soft pink head, I gripped his length, revelling in the way that i couldn’t fully close my fist around it. My thighs quivered. I can’t wait to have him inside me. 

I mouth at the head, smearing the pearling precome around my lips and licking it . it’s delicious, not by taste but by the way it feels. it’s Jung kook …on my tongue and that’s just all kinds of hot . 

“ Fuck.. you taste so good, daddy…” i choke out, sucking harder and moving lower, taking more of him into my mouth. It’s easy, relaxing my throat and taking him in. Kind of like riding a bike , i think. You never really forget it once you learn it. 

I breath evenly through my nose, controlled breaths as I relax my throat carefully, letting his cock go in and in and  in  till it hits the back of my throat. i carefully swirl my tongue around the head, rubbing the tip of it across the little ridge of flesh on the underside, till Jung Kook swore, bucking his hips and ramming his cock deeper down my throat. I choke , eyes watreing but he stilled immediately and I got my breath back, using one hand to reach down and fondle his balls. I jab my thumb into his perineum and he jumps a little , grabbing my hair tighter and yanking me away from his cock.

“Don’t be a bitch, baby girl..” He warned as I gagged , trying to get his length back in my mouth. And then he was flipping me over , pushing me down till i was half laying down. He grabbed my throat , squeezing till my hips lifted off the seat. 

“ Open..” He ordered and I let my mouth fall open obediently. He fucked into my mouth easily, stroking my throat as he went in and out, fingers tracing his cock through the skin of my throat. 

“Fuck .. so hot baby.. missed this.. missed you…” 

He pulled away and let go of me, just to yank away my blouse and bra . He pulled off my skirt and panties , leaving me just in my ankle socks and i squeaked when he slapped my thighs. Hard. 

“Hands and knees.” He said sharply and I turned around, pushing my ass into the air . i swore when his tongue fucked right into my sopping wet slit, no preamble. He licked into me with smooth controlled strokes, fingers curling around my waist to keep me from thrashing around too much. 

And then he was draping himself over me, lining his cock up against my entrance and sliding home. 

“Fuck.. Fuck…. Fuck..” i swore, tumbling over the egde without any stimulation because I’m that wet, that turned on. just giving Jung kook head is enought to get me off sometimes so it’s really not a surprise. 

“So wet.. baby.. you’re just dripping all over the place. ,” He grabbed his belt from over the seat, rolled it up a bit before bringing the leather down on my ass. The burn was delicious. Painful for just a second and turning into a fiery  burn that felt so good I wanted to cry. 

“Fuck Jung Kook…” 

He hummed , and flipped me over , entering me in one long unexpected slide that left me reeling and out of breath.

“You ever gonna leave me again baby?? ” He said softly, pulling out till only the tip of his cock was inside me . I fought to get words out and then groaned when he slid back in,  rougher and  faster.

“Can you feel that? That’s your man moving inside you…you think I’ll give that up, ever again??” He growled, stroking in and out with a speed that made me genuinely see stars. I ran my palms over his chest as he loomed over me. He reached down, fingers going underneath me, lifting my leg and throwing it over his shoulder before pushing in deeper , this time reaching that magic spot that made me clench like a vice around him. He moved to his knees, still inside me and I groaned in protest as his weight lifted off me.

“ I’m not letting this go. I’m not letting you go. Don’t ever do that to me again.” He hissed, using his thumb to press and slide over my clit in smooth sensual strokes. I could feel my wetness leaking all over the place, and sure enough , he moved his dripping fingers to my nipples, tracing my slick wet juices  onto the hard little nubs and leaning down and capturing them with his lips. He licked my nipples slowly ,  surely, in contrast to the way he moved inside me, so hard and so fast and so wild. He moved his fingers up to my mouth, lightly flicking my lips.

“Open up. You should taste how sweet you are…” He said, grinning wickedly. I felt my eyes widen as the sweet tangy taste filled my mouth , making me clench harder around him.

“Tell me you taste good..” He pulled back and rammed inside me again, his fingers moving to my hair and gripping me tight.

“I.. I taste so good…” I muttered . He grinned in appreciation and held my hips, swiftly turning me over till I straddled him, his cock slipping out because of all the wetness. I struggled to pace myself and yelped when he casually grabbed my hips lifting me up and bringing me down till I took all of him inside.

“Wait stop.” He said suddenly and i froze. And then he was sitting up, turning me around making me kneel, facing away from him and meeting the gaze of my own reflection in the rear view mirror. . I blinked as he moved behind me. He used his hand to lightly part my thighs. And then he was pushing closer and sliding into me and I gasped, gripping him tighter as he used one hand to fondle my breast while the other wrapped tight around my hip, bracing me for his thrusts.

It lasted less than two minutes. I came unraveled , my mind exploding in glorious white light and his warmth washed inside me, over me, filling me till I fell back against him, boneless and spent.

“Fuck. I missed. I missed you so much baby. ” He said roughly.

I sighed, falling boneless. 

“I missed you too.” 

AUTHOR’S NOTE : This..umm… escalated. Sorry. Not sorry. 

Tell me what you thought please! i’m really working to improve my smut so let me know if you enjoyed it.. don’t be shy… ;) 

In Love With You

Summary: Bucky and Y/N don’t get along. Some people would call it hate. But for Y/N it’s love. She finally confesses to him and he might end up loving her more. 

Warnings: cursing, yelling, angst, fluffy!!!


Originally posted by pluraliz3

“Y/N YOU BITCH! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Bucky was furious to say the least. He came in your room looking extremely deadly, he looked like he was literally going to kill you. He stood before you with s cold stare and his fist clenched and …. bright pink hair. Yes, you dyed his hair a few weeks ago and you’re lucky to say you are still alive. The pink hair isn’t why he is angry, no, it’s because you crashed his date by rushing into the restaurant looking like you’ve been been through hell and made a scene telling him he is going to be a father and stating how he broke up with you because you were having his child. You and Bucky never had sex but it was worth it because his date threw her glass of wine in his face and ran out. You ran back to the tower and went straight to your room and laughed so hard you felt like you gained rock hard abs. 

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anonymous asked:

Hiiii :) I hope you’re having a good day! Idk if you’re still writing but it says fanfic requests were open so I thought I would ask if you could write a mini Drabble about nalu and their kid? If not it’s okay! I just love how you write, especially fluff and it’s just the kinda thing I need to read rn after the disaster of anti posts ive seen 🙄 LOL but if not it’s okay! I hope you’re doing okay 💛

Hello!!! I am indeed, thank you! Haha well I haven’t given up on writing, but true, I’ve been on a rather long hiatus. You know what? Sure!!!! I was excited about the Nalu kid and we need to celebrate it somehow. Mini drabble it is! Thank you so much!! I hope you have a lovely day :3 Hope you don’t mind that their kid is a baby… Idk that’s just kinda what my fingers did. Also this is short and pure pointless fluff and I don’t really know but I tried:


Lucy usually woke up to the crying first.

Maybe it was a mother thing, but a single wail from Luna would cause her eyes to snap open while Natsu snored away beside her. Every once and awhile, she was completely exhausted and would smack his shoulder, mumble about how it was his turn. He always went, if not with minor grumbling.

Tonight, however, the cries she awoke to were accompanied by Natsu’s most soothing, “Shh, hey, ohh, it’s okay, it’s okay… we gotta be quiet so that Momma doesn’t wake up, alright? Papa’s here, it’s okay…”

It was sweet of him, but she was already awake. Stretching her arms over her head, Lucy let out a yawn and slowly slid her legs from under her comforter. She rubbed her eyes, straightened her nightgown, stuck her feet into her fluffy slippers. Padding from her room, she peeked into the one next door, where the door was cracked open and Natsu’s back was to her. He was rocking the baby back and forth slowly while humming, Luna’s thick, pink hair splayed over her father’s shoulder.

Luna was still sniffling, occasionally whining, so Lucy started forward until-

“Well, I guess I can’t hum or sing for the life a’ me. Sorry, kiddo. I mean, I never wished that I could before, but anything for you…”

Lucy couldn’t help but smile, and rested her head against the door frame.

Natsu looked down at the little girl, wiping a tear off of her round, rosy cheek. “You know, even if you’re all whiny sometimes, you’re the best thing in the world. You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen. You know that, Luna?”

The baby’s eyes drooped, and she relaxed against her dad. He went on, “When I met your mom, she was different than anyone I’ve ever met. She was nice to me. Me, that guy that everyone was always annoyed with! I mean, she was annoyed with me too sometimes, but still nice… So I asked her to be my partner, and she said yes!”

From his angle, she could just make out his smile. His eyes were brighter than she’d ever seen them. He kissed the baby’s head, and rubbed her back. Natsu’s head tilted in thought as he added, “And then she was selfish and weird sometimes, but she became all brave, strong, and patient. So I married her! You have her eyes, ya know. You’ll be just as nice as her. I know it. It made her powerful, see. Powerful enough to make me her friend and love her and stuff.”

Natsu absently carded a hand through Luna’s hair. “That’s what’s important, okay, Luna? You don’t need to be have powerful magic or big muscles or beautiful or anything. Being kind is the most powerful thing out there. You hear that? Nah, you’re already out… that’s a good girl… I’ll tell you again someday, kiddo, when you can remember…”

With a smile that felt as if it would last forever, Lucy finally crept into the room and hugged her husband from behind. She kissed his neck. “Thank you for getting the baby.”

He turned, so that he faced her, and put his baby-less arm around her with a soft grin. “Well, she’s my baby, ain’t she? Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Nah, I’m glad I did,” she sighed, eyes settling upon her sleeping child. “She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Tying with you, of course.”

“Well, look who’s being all mushy tonight,” Natsu teased, carefully laying the baby back down and brushing her bangs from her face. Afterwards, he turned back to Lucy and encircled her within his embrace. Natsu rested his forehead against hers. “What happened to ‘shut up, Natsu’ or ‘Why do I bother, Natsu?’”

Lucy slid her arms around his neck. “Yeah, I dunno. I must love you or something.”

“Yeah, somethin’.”

She laughed, and after a quick kiss (or three) she moved her hands down his arms, past his scars and strength, and squeezed his large hands in her own. “Back to bed?”

And he held her as they laid back down, consciousness already fading.

“Natsu?” she murmured without really thinking.

“Hmm?”

“I think you’re pretty nice, too.”

A breathy laugh. “Well, thanks. I’d hope so, considering how you married me and all…”

“I’ve always thought you were nice. And you’re an amazing dad.”

And now a pause. “Thank you, Lucy.”

Natsu was warm, humming lightly to her, her baby was in the next room, and for at least a single moment before Lucy fell back to sleep, everything was perfect.

Spells mentioned in Carry On

Note: TSE stands for title self-explanatory. 

Note 2: I’m leaving out the songs and nursery rhymes.

1.       Hurry up: TSE

2.       Stay put: TSE

3.       Candle in the wind: Viagra (NB: if you mispronounce a syllable, you can set something on fire)

4.       Out, out, damned spot: getting rid of things

5.       Take it away: TSE

6.       Into thin air: make something disappear

7.       Some like it hot: heating something up

8.       Stay cool: calm down/remain calm

9.       Keep it together: TSE

10.   Suck it up: TSE

11.   Steady on: TSE

12.   Hold fast: TSE

13.   Olly olly oxen free: ??

14.   Come out, come out, wherever you are: TSE

15.   As you were: undo a spell

16.   It’s show time: reveal hidden things

17.   Scooby-Dooby-Doo where are you: search for something

18.   A little bird told me: send a message by bird

19.   Dead in the air: kill birds

20.   It is what it is: (Simon’s attempt on a spell)

21.   The lady’s not for turning: combat spell, especially strong for women

22.   Hair of the dog: cover someone in dog hair

23.   The game is on: TSE

24.   The game is afoot: Same reaction as The game is on (?)

25.   See what I mean: write in the air

26.   Answer me: TSE

27.   The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth: an extreme version of Answer me

28.   You don’t have to: TSE

29.   Open Sesame: open the doors and make a great entrance

30.   Early to bed and early to rise: healing spell

31.   Get well soon: healing spell

32.   Stand your ground: spell someone’s feet into the dirt

33.   Cat got your tongue: mute someone (?)

34.   A place for everything, and everything in its place: clean up/make things disappear

35.   I wish I could fly: fly

36.   Nonsense: undo magic/healing spell

37.   Ix-nay on the atford-Way: don’t talk about Watford

38.   Ix-nay on my ue-feelings-tray: don’t talk about feelings

39.   Make a wish: think of something and it can happen/appear (?)

40.   April showers: make flowers bloom again

41.   Tyger, tyger, burning bright: suicide

42.   U can’t touch this: barrier spell (NB: won’t work unless they know the song)

43.   There’s nothing to see here: hide something

44.   Hear ye, hear ye: carry a voice

45.   Fine-tooth comb – [word]: look for something in a book/text

46.   Be our guest: protect someone in your house

47.   Clean as a whistle: the dirt you can see disappears

48.   Shut up: TSE

49.   Make way: TSE

50.   Make way for the king: extreme version of Make way

51.   Doe/A deer: call a doe/deer*

52.   You’re getting warmer: warm something up

53.   Time flies: make time go quicker (NB: only works when you’re having fun)

54.   Stay the course: calm down

55.   Up: fly

56.   Away: fly

57.   Back to start: healing spell

58.   Back off: defensive spell

59.   Paper beats rock: chaos (?)

60.   Have a break, have a Kit-Kat: crumble stuff (?)

61.   Let there be light: lights on

62.   Please, please, please: TSE

63.   Let me, let me, let me: ??

64.   Up, up, and away: levitate stuff (NB: don’t use this on people)

65.   And we all fall down: TSE

66.   Run for your life: TSE

67.   Hell hath no fury: shoot with fire

68.   Don’t worry, be happy: calming spell

69.   Hush little baby: calming spell

70.   Head over heels: combat spell

71.   Hit the floor: combat spell

72.   Resistance is futile: break down protective/combat spells (?)

73.   Bend over backwards: combat spell

74.   Helter skelter: chaos

75.   On love’s light wings: fly (NB: only works when you’re stupidly in love and you also need to understand the great vowel shift of the sixteenth century (thanks, anon!))

76.   Simon says: give someone named Simon magic (?)

77.   Stop it, stop hurting me: TSE

78.   These aren’t the droids you’re looking for: hiding something

2 more songs, 1 nursery rhyme.

*Might be a song? (Sound of Music)

EDIT: Thanks to @lovemelikesunday sending me a couple of asks. 

  1. answer me, you don’t have to, and I wish I could fly belong on the list, but perhaps with the caveat that they’re spells only Simon could use. Although they aren’t actually magic words Simon was able to imbue them with magic because he is so powerful (and uncontrollable). They won’t work for any other magician.
  2. Paper beats rock possibly only works against numpties and/or if you have paper to stick to something. I’m rereading and haven’t made it to that part again but I think it was used to freeze them temporarily.
  3. Hair of the dog isn’t specifically for covering someone in dog hair. Again, Simon isn’t great at magic and sometimes means things too literally. It’s a healing spell for hangovers.
  4. I noticed a couple other things as well, I hope you don’t mind! Dead in the air isn’t specifically for killing birds. Simon accidentally killed the birds because he’s incapable of regulating the strength of this spells. I think it’s used for stopping/bringing down/killing whatever is in the air around you.
  5. Olly olly oxen free is a searching spell. When you say it whatever you’re searching for is supposed to come out/reveal itself. It might only work on people, idk.

@lit-poet added:  “Olley Olley Oxen free” is what kids used to say when they were playing hide and seek but wanted to quit and for everyone to come out. So it’s basically “You can come out now!”

@irishpadfoot added:  Number 41 is incorrect. It burns things.

@snowflake-soup and @sagemeryllisbanks added: doesn’t make a wish extinguish fires? cuz people always say make a wish before you blow out birthday candles?

Also,  “answer me” and “you don’t have to” aren’t really spells, Simon just accidentally put magic into the words and they took on a spell-like quality. It’s just one of the flukes that’s involved with being the greatest mage .And yeah, that’s what Make a Wish does^^^

i think i believe i can fly also falls into the fluke category

@lucete-stellae pointed out that stop it stop hurting me is one too.

Beyond Honor and Oaths (2/7)

For a man who did not wish to marry Jaime sure did put up a lot of fuss. 

“And then, then she turns to me and says, I don’t need you to save me Ser Jaime. Ha! As if I’d ever try to be her knight savior. Bloody foolish wench can wrestle her way out of anything.”

Except a bear pit. 

And getting raped by Bolton’s men. 

Situations wherein his dear brother stepped in and saved the lady he was obviously mad about. 

Whether it was in a good way or bad way was up for debate. 

“I see you speaking brother of mine, but all I hear are lies.”

He gestured with his goblet to the golden hand now attached to his wrist. 

“You are already her knight. You even have the crippled hand to prove it.”

Jaime stopped pacing and turned to glower at Tyrion, who merely shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against his chair. 

“Don’t look so smug, you’re taking the Stark girl back to her mother. The last time Catelyn Stark was with you she wanted to throw you out of the Moon Door.”

He winced at that bit of information. There was no love lost between him and his goodmother. 

Still, that would not compare to the horrors Jaime would likely face. 

“I hear the Evenstar is a head taller than his daughter. Who would be laughing then dear brother?”

Jaime plopped down in a chair beside Tyrion’s and poured himself a glass of wine, hissing as it seared his innards to dust. 

“Seven hells, this can knock a horse out.”

“I need the spirit dear brother, as I am going on a journey to the pisser cold of the North, with an equally cold wife and a mercenary goodmother. At least you’re actually friends with your bride.”

Jaime snorted and turned to look our the tower window, where Brienne sat with a weeping Sansa who hugged her with gratitude. 

Tyrion watched as his brother’s face softened, watching the Lady of Tarth and hefting the sword he had at his hip. 

“Brienne is the best person I know. All good, and pure and right. I could not let father turn her into something other than Brienne. There are too few like her.”

“I don’t think there’s anyone like her. You love her.”

He said it simply for this was Jaime, and he’d loved him all his life. His big brother, who protected him from Cersei and father and all the evil in the world. 

And Jaime signed and leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the truth hover between him and Tyrion, for this was Tyrion and he trusted him with all of his life. 

“I am grateful for her, for she kept me alive. I was intrigued by her honor, and her valor and her strength to fight. But when I lost my hand… she gave me something even greater to replace it. So yes, in all honesty, I love her in some way. But not as I love her, you know it. I don’t think I can ever love anyone as I love Cersei.”

And there again Tyrion can see Jaime speak, but all he could hear are the lies. 

And yet because this is Jaime, and he’s known him all his life, he knew the best course of action was to let him learn on his own. 

He may not have been the best father, but he loved his daughter with all of his heart. 

So much so that he trained her in swords and war instead of leaving her with a cruel septa learning embroidery and singing.

He indulged her far too often, he knew, but what else could he do?

The child was without a mother, all her siblings gone and dead. He was all she had, and he did the best he could. 

Sometimes he wonders if Alysanne had been alive would Brienne have grown her hair? Would she have learned to dance? Would she have choses a fine muslin gown instead of picking a blue silk with the sigil of their house as her wedding dress, to a Lannister of the Rock no less?

He knows the sacrifices she had made for Tarth. Knew the reason why she was marrying Tywin’s heir. 

He knew she loved Renly, but he also knew that she loved Tarth more. And she’d want to save it. And he wanted to save it for her. 

Her who is the true Evenstar, who points true even when all the stars have dimmed and shifted. 

And so when she said that Ser Jaime Lannister is a good man, an honorable man, and that she trusted him, he knew something was off. 

His daughter was not one to trust so easily, and he knew she might just be saying this to placate him. 

So he damned the Boltons stationed on his shores like vultures waiting for him to fall. He was the Evenstar, the guardian of the western gates, the Lord of Tarth, and damned if his daughter was going to have to marry some Kingslayer to save her home. 

He’d burn the entirety of Tarth before he let Brienne be unhappy for the rest of her life. 

So imagine his surprise when upon arriving on the docks of Kings Landing, with the smell of shit and cheap wine permeating the sea breeze, his daughter was sulking up at a grinning Kingslayer, and yet her eyes danced with mirth. 

She was clad in her armor still, but not the mismatched set she got from their poor half blind smith in Tarth. This one was a fine blue, to match the color of her eyes, stamped with the sun and moon insignia of her house. Around her hips was a scarlet red scabbard which held a fine sword, with a golden lion for the pommel. 

A sword which matched the one the Kingslayer had around his own waist. 

He gave her a sword. 

And it was at that moment, that Lord Selwyn of the House of Tarth, the Evenstar of Westeros knew what true loss was like. 

His only daughter, his only heir, his only remaining family, was in love. 

It was the Kingslayer who saw him first, with the tears pooling in his eyes, standing arrested on the docks and his entire body stiffened and he nudged Brienne with a shoulder and his daughter whirled to see him and ran to him, as if she were his little girl once more. 

He scooped her up in a big hug, but kept his eyes on the Kingslayer as he walked towards them. 

Slowly, with apprehension, but then Brienne broke from his hug and turned to face Jaime, a bright smile on her face, and tears in her eyes. 

“Father, this is Ser Jaime Lannister, who saved me from death in Harrenhal. Ser Jaime, my father, Lord Selwyn of Tarth.”

He saw the Kingslayer’s eyes warm at the obvious joy of in Brienne’s face. Saw him reach out to grip her hand when her tears fell down to her cheeks.

And met his eyes when he turned to face him. 

“It’s good to meet you my lord.”

Why, was that fear in Jaime Lannister’s eyes?

And it was at that moment that Selwyn realized that this man loved his daughter as well. 

“It’s good to meet you… Ser Jaime.”

Brienne grinned up at Jaime and with something resembling shock on his face he nodded graciously at Selwyn, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Please, it’s just Jaime my lord.”

“Jaime. Then it’s just Father for you.”

“Your father likes me.”

“I told you he would.”

“He actually liked me.”

“You owe me Ser Jaime.” 

“Fine, a wish to be granted for a wager you won. What is it that you want m’lady?”

“I want you to be free. You have turned away from your position as Lord Commander. You have taken yourself far from the woman you love. To save me. To save my home. I wish you freedom to do as you wish once we are wed. I want you to stay here, in King’s Landing, and be where your heart wishes you to be.”

Jaime looks at her, with the sea crashing against the rocks below them, and the setting sun glinting in her hair. 

In this light she could almost be a beauty. 

In this light she could almost be a knight. 

“And where will you be, Brienne?”

“I’ll be wherever I am needed.”

“Then stay.”

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and that was how he knew it was his heart speaking instead of his mind. 

“I need you, Brienne.”

She looks up at him, and she had never been a good liar, so all her emotions were plastered upon her face. 

But he was not ready for what he saw there, and so he turns away, to watch the waves which were somehow lacklustre now that he knows what blue truly means. 

“You’re my best friend. I need you here with me.”

“Best friend.”

He winces at her tone and so he takes her hand, and does not look at her, because if he does his brain goes to dust and he might say things he will regret. 

“My only true friend.”

She’s silent for a moment but she keeps her hands in his. Finally she leans against him, shoulder against his. “Then I’ll stay.”

And that was when Jaime Lannister knew what it felt like to hold the universe in the palm of your hands.

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As much as I love short hair and I don’t regret shaving my head… (My hair was fried and breaking) Some days dysphoria just… Kicks my damn ass off… Like if I get called sir one more time I’m gonna breakdown tbh im so over it. I wish passing wasn’t so essential to comfortable living and I could rock this look confidently but I just can’t do it lmao. I know I’m just at the beginning of this journey (one month on Estrogen today) but changes can’t come soon enough. This post is kinda depressing I know I just… Can’t wait for people to see me the way I see me.

(They/She)

This Is Just To Say (m) - 4

Originally posted by yoonig

Summary: To say it’s unusual to have a soulmate is an understatement, and most people desperately wish to have an elegant name scrawled upon their wrist. In reality though, you’d have to say it causes much more issues than it solves.

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader (slight Namjoon/Reader; Jungkook/Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: 4570

Warnings: More garbage philosophy ramblings. Me helplessly pining over Kookie, apparently. 

A/N: Instead of doing my homework for philosophy I’m literally just writing fake philosophy arguments?

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

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Lost girl | Peter Pan x reader

Trigger warning: abusive father

Tears streamed down my face, my heart raced as I cautiously watched my door. Waiting for my father to march in. A red handprint was visible on my cheek where he had slapped me. I find it sad what alcohol can do to a person.
I was too scared to sleep, so I stayed up and just stared out of the window. I had always liked stars, they calmed me down.
Hours went by and then the dreaded moment came. I heard my dad slowly walk up the stairs. Having no place to hide I began crying again.
Since my door didn’t have a lock I looked around the room for something to hold it closed. That’s when I saw my old Peter Pan book. At this moment I was ready to try anything, I just wanted to get away.
My father’s footsteps came closer and closer. The cold winter weather hit me when I opened my window. My dad had reached the top of the stairs.
I closed my eyes as I spoke.
“I believe.”
My dad threw open the door and stormed in. I had nowhere to go. The dark and twisted look in his eyes scared me, making me jump back in fear. I felt the windowsill against my back and I knew I didn’t have another choice. I jumped.
As I quickly neared the ground I shut my eyes and prepared for the impact. But it never came. I carefully opened my eyes, gasping when I saw what had happened. I wasn’t falling anymore, instead I was soaring through the air in the arms of a shadow. Below me I saw the lit up streets of London. The town looked beautiful from up here.
After a while we weren’t above London but above an Ocean. What looked to be mermaids swam at a fast pace, regularly jumping out of the water.
In the distance I could see land nearing.
We kept flying ‘till we reached the island.
Suddenly the shadow let me go, making me collide with the ground.
I groaned as I slowly pushed myself off the ground.
All around me (a/n are familiar faces) were trees. I couldn’t see anything through the darkness of the forest at night. The sound of a twig snapping made me jump up.

“Who’s there?” I asked, my shaking voice betrayed how scared I really was. About ten figures emerged from the dark woods. All of them seemed to be teenage boys.

“Look at that, boys. We have a newbie.” One of them said, I guessed he was their leader since the others stayed behind him.

“Who are you? Where am I?” The boys laughed a bit, making me glare at them.

“My name’s Felix, and you my friend are in Neverland. Now, what’s your name?”

“Y/n” I said, keeping my distance. I knew I wished for this, but could wishes really come true?

“Well Y/n, welcome. These are the lost boys by the way.”

“So are you like their leader or something?”

“I’m not, he is.” Felix said, while pointing to someone behind me. I turned around to see a young boy sitting on a rock. His dirty blonde hair was slightly messy and his green eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

“Hello, I’m Peter Pan.” He said, walking towards me. His British accent made my knees weak.

“This must be a dream.” I couldn’t believe it. How can Peter Pan be this hot? And of course I couldn’t believe the whole Neverland thing either.

“Trust me, it isn’t.” Peter said. “So Y/n, how would you feel about becoming the very first lost girl?”

“I’d like that.” I smiled, anything was better than staying at home with my father.

“Good, you didn’t have a choice either way.”

A/n two updates on one evening… I’m kinda proud right now 😂 anyway I hope you enjoyed it, and don’t forget to send in your requests if you have any ☺

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~Old Koga Fanart Art Dump~

This blog is supposed to accumulate as much fanart of Koga as we can find, so, I suppose that includes my old art. Might as well post it now so it’s at the bottom of the feed lol.

  • The first 7 are from this one week where each day I posted a picture of Koga in modern clothes. I drew them out of order so some are better than others rip. Feb 27 - Mar 5
  • I tried a chocolate bar that had chili powder and pop rocks in it and wanted to draw my husbando eating some cuz he’s cute. Whoever could that girl be? *dramatic eyezoom* May 16
  • Playing around with Koga hairstyles. I will find a specific perfect way to draw his hair >8V ! Jun 30
Schizophrenia

Okay, so I don’t know much about schizophrenia, I just know the basics. And I really hope I’m not offending anyone with Schizophrenia, I’m not trying to be offensive in any way shape or form. I tried my best with this, and this was also an idea given to me by @my-name-is-poet-i-am-a-phillip so thanks! also I’m sorry this took so long too.

Word Count: 1112


“You’re such a freak. Do you really think that all your friends care about you? I mean come on. All day everyday, voices shout inside your head. That’s not normal.”

I clutch at my hair, rocking back and forth on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest. Ever since I got the squip, especially since I deactivated it, the voices have gotten worse. I know which voice is mine, and I think I know which voice belongs to the squip? Maybe I imagined the squip. No, he was definitely real. Rich had one, and he’s not a screw up like me, right?

I just wish I could go back to when the voices didn’t laugh at me. They were nice to me, usually.

Now the voices replace the bullies. They agree with the squip, telling me I’m a loser and unnatural. They tell me that when my new friends find out about them, they’ll leave me.

“No one wants to hang out with a freak.”

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Show Me (Part 1)(Stucky College AU)

“Show Me” is Book One of my Tattoo Parlor Shop Love Story Trilogy.

Check out the Masterlist for the entire Trilogy HERE

*****Prologue********

“Oh god, you’re so beautiful.” His voice was rough, even though the hands stroking through all that dark hair were so soft.

“You’re just drunk.” Bucky shushed him with a smile as he staggered closer to the bed, half dragging his drunk friend.

“But I’m telling the truth. Always thought you were so beautiful…” the words were slurred, and Bucky fought against his blush, rolling the big guy onto the mattress.

“You’re so heavy.” He huffed with a laugh. “Giant drunk ass.”

“Stay with me.” The  blonde mumbled, reaching out. Bucky froze, licking his lips, still tasting all that musky, salty flavor that was so uniquely…

“I can’t.” He said hesitantly. “I can’t tonight, gotta get home.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw, which was still aching from…earlier.

“You can’t drive drunk dummy. Just climb in here with me. Wanna be close to you.”

“I’m not drunk.” Bucky reached down and brushed a lock of shaggy blond hair off the quarterbacks forehead. “And-and I want to be close to you too, but you need to sleep this off. We will see each other tomorrow anyway. Remember? You’re graduating? The whole reason to be drinking tonite?”

“Mmm.” He was almost asleep, one arm flung over his face, hiding those dark blue eyes.

“Okay big guy. I’m gonna take off. Here’s a garbage can if you hurl.”

“Kiss me.” came the petulant request. “Before I hurl.” then he laughed hysterically, because everything is funny when you’re drunk, and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“You can kiss me in the morning. I’ll- i’ll see you then, ok?”

“Okay…”
Snores.

Bucky traced over his cheekbones, his strong jaw, down across his chest, needing to touch him again. All American bastard. Just stealing my heart.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

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So, this quote is fake.

“I like cats. I hate people who aren’t feminists. Pale skin is beautiful. I like pastel colored hair on girls. I drink a cup of coffee every day. I like to eat pizza. I hate socializing. I wish I could stay in my room all day. I want to quit Nirvana so I can stay inside and avoid the world. I hate most people. I wish I could be alone forever. I like to read books. I love independent movies. I hate life. The world is beautiful. I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to swim. I like to be with my friends. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male.”

half of it is faked. some of it isn’t change from the original but half has been faked by someone on tumblr. no idea why. i don’t pretend to know why people do that but half of it is fake. please, please cross reference shit on the internet, guys. people lie on the internet alllllll the fucking time. but its has dumb ass shit in it and its getting passed around everywhere like its real and i also find the adding of “pale skin is beautiful” to be uberly racist and colorist. as it didn’t need to be added to fake this quote and it makes it sound like all he liked were white girls AKA pale skin. which sounds uberly neo nazi, lol. which Kurt was anything but. i honestly think he’d find that super offensive. its definitely (as someone who isn’t white) a micro aggression to me that someone added that dumb pale skin bullshit. anyway, this is the original from his journals and not this fake made up white supremacy bullshit.:

as you can see, ya’ll have been duped. please go read his actual journals and stop listening to people on the internet. be critical. look up shit for yourself. don’t just not question shit on a website where 99.9% people lie, not to mention on the internet in general. think for yourselves. research shit yourselves.

Nobody ask you to be fearless- Robb Stark

Prompt #7

@acourtofhopeanddreams

Request : Robb Stark 28. “You’re strong,baby. You have to be”

Warning : so simple but I am still mourning Robb haha

The weather was horrible. Wind was so strong you could barely stand up. It was almost like the end of the world was begining with Ned Stark’s death. You’d been looking for Robb for hours now. You were more worried than ever. When he heard the news he left alone, in the middle of the night. You knew him more than anyone, promised to one another since 12 years old, probably the only man you could trust with your life. Ned was more than a father to Robb. He was his model. His hero. You couldn’t imagine his pain.

You found him, sitting on the rock, wind in his hair. Seven gods, he looked so young to be a leader. But he was now. Lord Stark. You wished you could say someting but silence was unbreakable at the moment. You caught his hand soflty, feeling both his anger, his sadness and anxiety. Future had never been so uncertain.

“I wish we could go home, I promised you a beautiful life in Winterfell and now…we are here” your boyfriend whispered

“None of this is your fault”

He was obviously containing himself not to shake.

“I think… I can’t do this anymore…I don’t have larger shoulders”

What was he trying to say? Abandoning. You were the only one who could convince him not to now that Theon and Jon were gone.

“It’s hard, i know… But you’re strong, babe. You have to be for your sisters, your brothers and your mother”

Catelyn was definitely not your friend but the poor woman had just lost his husband. And you admired her…in a way.

“I will never be as good as father.Since I called the banners, I act like I am fearless but I am not” Robb confessed looking at his feets.

Strange how everyone trusted him and called him King in the North already and he was unable of seeing his own qualities… You had a vision of him on his horse, coming back from the field. Proud. Victorious.

“Nobody ask you to be fearless. What matter is what you do with that fear. Bad choices, simple ones or good ones.

Your father told you this once and you’d never forget it.

“We go to King’s Landing, we get back Arya and Sansa and then we go home”

“It’s that simple” said Robb with a cute laugh

“Yes it is”

Something in Robb eyes had changed. You were wrong he would never abandon. Not now. Not ever.


Originally posted by aryaestarks

Under the Sea

Summary: The Avengers take a trip to the zoo. Bucky teaches the reader Russian words for the animals.

Follow-up to “Kiss the Girl.”
Catch up here.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2088

A/N: here’s hoping this makes up for all the damage done by Lost and Found ;)

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Originally posted by looking-over-my-shoulder


“Don’t say it.”

“Hey, Wilson…”

“Barnes, I swear to God.”

You giggled, hiding behind the palm of your hand while the two men bickered. Sam’s eyes narrowed into a mistrustful glare, knowing full well what Bucky’s teasing was leading to. You tugged your hand out of Bucky’s, yanking the sleeves of your sweater over your hands as you near the edge of the wooden bridge, looking over the side into the water. The cool autumn sun made the surface shine, drawing the attention of the hundred or so birds flying around you. Bucky didn’t react to your withdrawal, shoving his hands deep in his pockets while he continued walking the length of the bridge with Sam.

“I didn’t know you were having a family reunion,” Bucky snickered. You didn’t have to look at them to know Sam had flipped him off and shot him the side-eye.

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