with another one who will come in a few days

anonymous asked:

Admin Neon, from one pierced tongue pal to another: suck on ice, take ibuprofen for a few days, and sleep with your head elevated. It'll all help the swelling go down faster. And after your healing period is over and you can change your jewelry, check out bioplast tongue bars! They come in fun colors and are less damaging to your teeth than metal (and easier to clean than acrylic since you can swipe them down with rubbing alcohol, which will degrade acrylic)

omg thanks so much for the advice!! I’ve been googling everything and asking my friend who has one how she handled when she first got hers. I’m actually drinking a slurpee right now as I type this, haha. Just scared my boyfriend because he thought the red cherry flavoring was my tongue being inflamed, whoops! Taking an ibuprofen actually sounds nice right about now though. I never realized how much you use your tongue just doing things as simple as using a straw… ugh. Last night I dreamed I was eating chocolate and I woke up with my tongue SUPER SORE because I guess I had been rolling the end of the barbell in my sleep. Maaaannnn.

-Neon

Bangtan Spells Compilation: Fights and Arguments.

Hello lovelies! It’s been a while since the last compilation, but here we are with one you will surely love. In this one we’ve gathered scenarios in which You and one of the boys are having a fight or an argument. We know you all love some drama, so here it is, enjoy!


Seokjin

  • Borderline: Seokjin’s ex comes back pretending to be pregnant to ruin your relationship and you breakup with him, he tries to convince you of the truth with the help of the boys. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • All that Remains: You break up just before Seokjin is going for tour so you leave things like that despite still loving each other, Jin is afraid of talking to you because he thinks you are mad, so the boys arrange for you to go to his birthday. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Running On Empty: You get jealous of Jin’s screen partner in a drama which winds up in Jin and you having a big fight.
  • Don’t You Remember: Jin and you got into a serious fight, while you try to cool off you take your daughter with you, but scared of a separation she seeks help from BTS to keep her parents together.  Genre: Family / Drama.
  • I Promise You Forever: Seokjin breaks up with you because of work but when you try to move on with another guy he tries to get you back. Genre: Romance / Drama.

Yoongi

  • Stay:  You meet Yoongi at the music shop where you work, since then he goes continuously to be able to see you, you want to be with him but just when your relationship gets serious you might have to go. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Edges You two are heirs of your companies and engaged because of it, there’s a love-hate relationship between you and a lot of tension because you love each other. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Unspoken:  You have a big fight when you tell Yoongi you don’t want children even though he wants a family, later you reveal you are afraid of him being an absent father. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • It Will Rain: Your family don’t approve of your relationship with Yoongi a famous rapper, when you go visit them he can’t stop himself from thinking someday you might not come back. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Let It Snow You want to celebrate Christmas big time but Yoongi isn’t very enthusiastic about it so you have a fight. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Safe Haven: You come from an abusive relationship, one time Yoongi and you are fighting and in the anger he lift his hand and you flinch, Yoongi realizes what is wrong and swears to protect you.
  • Heartstrings : You have a big fight because you feel neglected in the relationship, despite everything you want to be with him but Yoongi thinks he’s not good enough. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Dead Leaves: Yoongi is wrecked when you say you’re going to leave him because he’s not taking you seriously, later you find out you are pregnant. Genre: Angst / Romance.
  • In A Heartbeat: Yoongi and you were in a relationship but when you got pregnant you leave to not disturb his career, after three years you come back with a boy who looks like Yoongi.  Genre: Family / Drama.
  • Mad About You: Yoongi loses his cool when he gets jealous of one of your friends.
  • Wicked Games: Yoongi is a bad boy that wants you but all you do is argue until he starts to make you jealous with another girl. Genre: Romance.
  • Crash and Burn: You have an ugly fight after you miss a date so you don’t talk to each other for a few days until both of you give in. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Breathe Into Me: You have been keeping secrets from Yoongi, you have a huge fight because Yoongi thinks you are cheating on him, when you go out alone after that and your car breaks you get scared so you call Yoongi who gets very protective even more after hearing the truth of your secret. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Silent Treatment: You two are having a fight when he says something that hurts you so you give him the silent treatment and he tries to make it up. Genre:Romance.
  • Remains Of April: You get into an accident that causes you to forget everything from the past few years and still believe that you are dating Yoongi, he doesn’t remind you about the break up because he thinks this is his chance to start over. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Love Is Not Over: You are a writer that’s been given the opportunity to go to work to New York, doing that would mean fulfilling your dream, only that you’d have to give up on the love of your life, Yoongi. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Hidden Promises: Yoongi is neglecting you and your daughter because of his work, when he fails to go to the little girl’s ballet recital you decide it’s enough, you leave and decide to not talk to him until he reflects on his actions. Genre Family / Drama.
  • Harder To Breathe:  Yoongi snaps with anger and jealousy when Taehyung gets too touchy with you, afterwards you have a fight because of it. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • I Can’t Let You Go: Your relationship with Yoongi reaches a dead point, and then he gets in an scandal with a girl.  Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Everything To Him: Your ex is back in town and he insists in getting back with you, your boyfriend Yoongi is at first jealous and angry but then gets very protective when he discovers your ex is harassing you. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Two Faced Lovers: Yoongi and you hit it off right away after meeting, after getting pregnant he leaves and you abort, depressed and hopeless you start sleeping around to fill the void.  Genre: Angst / Drama.

Hoseok

  • Sweet Evening: You get jealous of one of his sister’s friends so you fight but it is also your anniversary. Genre: Romance.
  • The Girl Is Mine: You have a fight and break up because Hoseok is too jealous, later he protects you from a guy who was trying to touch you. Genre: Romance / Drama.

Namjoon

  • Worth Changing: Namjoon is always partying and drinking but he decides to change when his daughter is born. Genre: Family / Drama

Jimin

  • Clarity: You are in the E.R with another male idol, Jimin doesn’t like any of it. Genre Romance / Drama.
  • Leaked: You are doing a risky photoshoot with a male model, when pictures get leaked Jimin isn’t pleased. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Earned It: Jimin gets more than jealous when he sees you doing an overly sexy special dance stage with Hoseok. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Kindhearted: Jimin and you have just moved together when in one of the boxes he finds a photo album with pictures of your ex boyfriend, Jimin gets really jealous and confronts you to discover it not what it seems.
  • Bad Behavior: Jimin is the bad guy at school who wants to date you, but you are always judging him. One day he confesses after school. Genre: Romance. 
  • Come a Little Closer: You have a big fight with Jimin and don’t talk to him for a few days but even if you are upset you can’t spend too much time without talking to each other. Genre:Romance / Drama.

Taehyung

  • 11:11: Your relationship reaches a point where Taehyung makes a harsh decision. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Only You: Taehyung is jealous of your best friend, Park Jimin. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Severely: Taehyung and you are having trouble as a couple, one time you get home and see him kissing another girl. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • No One Else’s: Werewolf AU. Taehyung and you just found out you are mates, he’s very protective of you and very jealous of all the guys who you could be close with, but because of the past you are in a love-hate relationship with him. Genre: Romance.
  • Against All Odds: You are forced to marry each other, you really love him but he has a girlfriend. Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Don’t Wish Is Over: You meet after two years of your breakup and you ask him to explain why everything ended. Genre: Romance / Drama.

Jungkook

  • Fools: The boys made a bet with Jungkook that he couldn’t date you, Jungkook won the bet and you guys became a couple with real feelings, after some time you find out about the bet. Genre: Romance / Drama
  • Be Mine: You’re best friends who secretly like each other, after an argument Jungkook gets distant and you are upset about no having by your side, until one day at school he pulls you with him and tells you his feelings.   Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • All Of Me: You are in your fourth year anniversary with Jungkook, you love him so you withstand how he neglects you but when he starts hanging out with a new girl you break down. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Lost Stars: Jungkook and you had a secret affair in school that ended up badly, a few years later you see each other again. Angst / Romance.
  • Still The One: When Jungkook reencounters with his first love he breaks up with you, but then he realizes his true feelings and wants you back. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Believe In Us: Jungkook is a popular student and you are a shy girl, when the rumor of him sleeping with someone else gets around Jungkook is expectant of your reaction. Romance / Drama.
  • Full OF Regret: Jungkook is having a hard time being a teen dad, one day you hear him saying he regrets meeting you. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Say Something: You are dating, but you’re so reserved one day he tells you he could be with anyone else because you don’t open up to him. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • If This Isn’t Love: You have a fight when you join the military and Jungkook doesn’t want you to leave. Genre: Angst / Romance.
  • Second Chances: Jungkook goes out to have fun but does something really dumb that he regrets so he tells his pregnant girlfriend.  Genre: Romance / Drama.
  • Pick Up The Pieces: When Jungkook sees you he can’t believe it, later he finds out you have a child and he is the father. Genre: Angst / Drama.
  • Undercover Surprise: Jungkook is secretly filming Masked King and since you love the show he wants his appearance there to be a surprise so he sneaks out for filming but you start to suspect he’s cheating. Genre: Romance.
  • Jumping Into Conclusions: You think he’s cheating with you best friend but it turns out an entirely different thing. Genre: Romance / Drama.
Amis and co. as things customers at my (fast food) job have done

Bahorel: tipped me 10$ on a 9$ meal because I made “the best fucking fries in history”

Joly: ordered our largest size (which is enough food for two-three people) with extra gravy but then added peas on top because “I’m trying to eat healthy”

Feuilly: ordered, paid, and then just. Fell asleep. Right there at the till.

Enjolras: got legitimately angry when our card machine didn’t have a tip option and got even angrier when I said I was working through New Year’s eve until 5 am. Offered to call head office and complain about it.

Cosette: also on New Year’s eve, gave all of the staff chocolate bars and thanked us for working so hard and so late

Montparnasse: came in to the shop twice a week in the summer while we had a limited time meal called the Mac Daddy and only ever ordered that. Never came in again after we got rid of it.

Combeferre: lives in the flat above the shop, comes in every week with a ceramic bowl and asks me to make his meal in it (instead of our paper boxes) to reduce waste

Jehan: reads, considers, and takes a picture of every single quote I write on the blackboard. Always asks for extra pickles.

Gavroche: had an actual laughing fit when I squeezed the cheese sauce bottle and it made farting noises 

Courfeyrac: came in around 3 am on the weekend before Halloween dressed as David Bowie. Picked up a feather boa a customer had left behind, put it on and kept it

Éponine: started yelling at some idiot who was catcalling another customer. It got so heated they had to take it outside 

Musichetta: nice regular who just comes in to write Instagram handles on the board, chats with us for a few minutes and leaves

Marius: apologized like five times even though I was the one who messed up the order. Tried to pay with Euros (in Canada)??

Bossuet: came in slightly drunk at 2 am on a snowy day so the shop floor was wet, fell down literally more than ten times even after I mopped

Grantaire: stared at the menu of poutines for 10 minutes, gave up and asked me “which one’s the most dank”

I was thinking back a few updates, to when we found out Jack was/is Bitty’s first like. everything??

And I like that!! 

Because for example, I’m a lesbian who didn’t have my first kiss until I was a few days away from turning 19. Let alone having sex

Us gay and lesbian people are usually “late bloomers” in the sense that, dating in highschool isn’t really a THING for us. Because either no one is out, Or WE are not out. It’s a totally different experience to be gay/lesbian in secondary school, it’s really isolating!!!

it’s a pretty darn realistic experience IMO for a gay man, who grew up in Georgia, to have never touched, or kissed another man until coming out in college. 

Idk. just my onion.

Playing Games

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.

A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever. 

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“Brought you, your favorite, regular Peach Beach with vitamin blend and whey protein enhancers”. 

“Ugh, Lopez, you are far too good to me”. 

“Hey, don’t say I never gave you anything”. 

Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying groan. 

God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously missing out on the best fruit”. 

“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior. 

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horizon zero dawn // inspired starters

❛ you know what? when we met, i thought i was a big shot talking to a pretty girl hidden away in the middle of nowhere. ❜   
❛ try not to forget about me while you’re out there changing the world. ❜  
❛ i’m already under some heavy divine pressure. but i’ll try to live up to it. ❜  
❛ after all that’s happened, all you’ve done…i feel like i should drop to your knees and worship you. ❜
❛ for you sake, i must go where you will never find me. this is goodbye. ❜  

❛ i’ll always have a minute for you. maybe even two. ❜  
❛ i knew there was something about you. hammered from the stuff they make leaders out of. ❜  
❛ he’s smiling at us. ❜  

❛ i remember yelling that i didn’t care. ❜  
❛ you have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death. ❜  
❛ if you had had a child, what would you have wished for him or her? ❜  
❛ do you really not hear how ridiculous that sounds?  ❜  
❛ confidence is quiet. you’re not.  ❜  

❛ ha. it was just an instant, but i knew. i knew we’d be forever. ❜  
❛ i’ve done all i can. from here on out, the rest is up to you. ❜  
❛ there’s so much more to discover before the world ends.   ❜  
❛ the way you smiled…i had to look away or you were going to see. on my face. what had just… blossomed inside me, you know? ❜  
❛ as it turned out, it was your world all along. i was merely… trespassing. ❜  
❛ you just can’t leave me alone, can you? ❜  
❛ turn your face to the sun. ❜
❛ why is it, every time something terrible happens, everyone tells you the worst thing that ever happened to them, as though that makes it easier? ❜  
❛ no —- you don’t need to bow. ❜  

❛ the strength to stand alone is the strength to make a stand. ❜  
❛ what’s that now? don’t like the cold? ❜  
❛ welcome to my ravine of death.  ❜
❛ keep moving or you’ll die!  ❜        
❛ hey. my eyes are up here.  ❜  
❛ you defeated it…alone?  ❜  

❛ today i speak your name - but will the goddess speak it back? ❜
❛ you must be humble and respect their power. ❜  
❛ i’m here and wherever you go, i will follow. ❜  
❛ even a king can learn his lesson. ❜  

❛ we can still have a party, right? sure we can. ❜  
❛ what is that on your face? ❜  
❛ the wilds can be dangerous. you need to stay close and do as i say. ❜
❛ so? what do you say? how about we try and kill each other?  ❜  

❛ you’re still scratched up from the fall you did yesterday. ❜  
❛ what do you think i’m doing? taking a nap?  ❜  
❛ guess we can’t have everything.  ❜  
❛ so that’s what this is? a tantrum? a cry for attention?  ❜  

❛ never celebrate a victory before it’s earned. ❜  
❛ you’re bleeding. let me have a look. ❜  
❛ you’re an idiot. a dangerous idiot..but an idiot.  ❜  
❛ you were only chosen because you were a fool, too stupid to realize you were being used. ❜  

❛ not everyone follows the law like you do. ❜  
❛ take this, to … remember. ❜
❛ my fight. i can’t ask you to come with me. ❜
❛ you survived! i thought you were killed. ❜
❛ we have more important things to do than ask questions.  ❜  
❛ that could be the least creepy thing you’ve said to me.  ❜  
❛ rough going but you survived.  ❜       

❛ this attachment to me will only hold you back. ❜  
❛ you will turn back - or bleed. your choice. ❜  
❛ you can sense it. you already know you’re going to lose. ❜  
❛ i need to catch a breath.  ❜  

❛ you know, i often think of the day i gave you that scar. it’s a cherished memory. ❜  
❛ are you going to shut your mouth? because that would be a surprise. ❜
❛ it’s time to make your first kill. ❜  
❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜  
❛ you can be a real lard sometimes. cut it out. ❜  
❛ i’m not afraid of you. i’m not afraid of anything. ❜  
❛ now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to get some sleep. i plan to be well rested when i run you into the ground tomorrow. ❜
❛ not all comforts are bad. ❜  
❛ better dead last than dead altogether. ❜  
❛ no witnesses! no survivors! ❜  
❛ are you crazy? you’re going to kill yourself! ❜  
❛ i suppose you leave that part out of the story when you tell it, don’t you? ❜
❛ ugly and ancient? like your mother? ❜
❛ to answer for what i’ve done, the lives i’ve ruined? yes. i am ready. ❜  
❛ they can’t shoot if they’re dead. ❜  
❛ hello, old friend. remember me? ❜
❛ i’m more than a threat. ❜   
❛ i don’t think either you or i are ready for that. at least not yet. ❜  

❛ i’ll take that lunch. alone. ❜  
❛ i could use someone like you by my side. ❜     
❛ we still have so much to discuss. so much you never revealed. ❜

❛ you’re lucky i happened by. one half a heart beat more, and that creature would’ve torn you in half. ❜ 
❛ i crave vengeance, do you? ❜
❛ a bold claim. i wonder if you’ll live up to it. ❜  
❛ hmm. i love your hair. ❜  
❛ still alive. good. i have a more suitable death for you in mind. ❜  
❛ knowledge has its rewards, don’t you think? ❜

❛ he was a better man than what you’d ever hope to be! ❜  
❛ i’ll remember those words when i watch your corpse burn. whatever’s left of it. ❜  

❛ i will not be worshiped! i don’t belong to you! ❜
❛ impossible. i am chosen. this was not meant to be! ❜

❛ you don’t approve? well, i have a secret for you. neither do i. ❜  
❛ well, to start, you’re strong, shrewd and capable.  ❜  

❛ we must be patient. change doesn’t come in a sunrise.  ❜  
❛ they tried to break me. shows what they know. ❜  
❛ i should have been with you. why didn’t you come for me? ❜  
❛ may the dawn find you, the day warm you, and the dusk have light to guide your path.  ❜  
❛ the better man is the one who doesn’t end up with their steaming guts on the ground. ❜
❛ once one threat is dealt with, another one looms. ❜
❛ if i live or die, they’ll call my name. ❜  
❛ i don’t usually fight if i don’t have to, but if i have to, i want to. ❜  
❛ we’ve only met a few times and yet you know me so well. ❜  
❛ i thought you just wanted tea and conversation. ❜  
❛ i wasn’t expecting to find a half clad soldier singing like a drunk.  ❜    
❛ you don’t hear me laughing.  ❜
❛ i came prepared. have arrows enough to take down armies. ❜  
❛ it’s settled. i’ll fight by your side. my only request. ❜  
❛ the wrongness here jags at me like a ❜  
❛ tomorrow, may the sun rise on a better world. ❜      
❛ you can’t ask me to stand by and watch. not when i have the power. ❜    
❛ this isn’t home anymore. ❜  
❛ my will is like the oldest ice! ❜  
❛ your whole life was a failure, and soon no one will even remember you. ❜     
❛ will change happen, if men continue to live in palaces? ❜  
❛ i did say not to break anything, didn’t i?  ❜
❛ you should sleep, if sleep comes.  ❜        
❛ i kept thinking of the moment my knife pierced your throat. one twist, a simple tug of the blade, and you would bleed out. ❜  
❛ how can you sleep, with a weight like that pressing on you? ❜  
❛ i’m not here to intrigue you. ❜  
❛ no more playing around. you’re going to have to grow up. ❜
❛ no rest for the weary, huh? ❜  
❛ don’t worry. i’ll be there for you. ❜  
❛ to say you have my gratitude feels woefully insignificant. ❜  

Hello everyone, I’m here to ruin your day

So this is the first fanfiction I’ve put on Tumblr, and I want to say I hope you like it… but after you read it, I doubt you will… 

This is my idea of what could happen if things go horribly wrong for Aelin, so be prepared. 

I would like to thank my sister @misspatsyjanereads for being my editor (it pays to have a sister in publishing)! 




“If only you had just done what I asked Aelin- you could have lived. You could have lived a thousand years; and I would have eventually brought your mate to you- if he survived Erawan’s attack of course.” 

Aelin was on the cold stone floor, her breathing heavy, blood dripping from her nose; surrounding her were the cadre- or what was left of it. Fenrys, Connell and Vaughan were positioned around Maeve, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons. Cairn stood directly next to Aelin, a whip gripped tightly in his left hand. Aelin had nowhere to go, she had nowhere to run; the months trapped in irons had left her magic almost useless, and any hopes of Rowan finding her had long vanished. Her heart was heavy with grief- not just for herself, but for her cousin who despite all odds had found her, for her friend who had deserved so much more than the hand she had been dealt, and for Rowan, her mate, who loved her through all the bad times, who walked the dark path with her back to the light. Choking back a sob, Aelin raised her head to look at Maeve. 

“Even when you know you’re about to die you continue to try and fight. Why bother? No one is going to save you.” Maeve continued forward, until she was standing right in front of Aelin. “Although, they did try.” This earnt a chuckle from Cairn and Aelin tried to hide her discomfort. “it was actually a very valiant attempt, Prince Rowan made it past the gates and into these walls,” a laugh from Maeve this time, “it was very impressive. He was so close to you Aelin, he was so close to freeing you, yet so far away.” 

Aelin couldn’t help the tears that fell, Rowan had been here, he had tried to save her. 

“Fenrys, if you would be so kind as to fetch our guest.” Maeve circled around Aelin, gently brushing her hand over shoulders as she passed. “You see, we couldn’t exactly let him go. I thought we could have a little fun whilst the two of you are here together.”

At that moment, Fenrys returned. Behind him, dressed in a loose tunic and pants, was Rowan. As if there was some invisible force, Rowan’s eyes immediately went to Aelin, who was now struggling against the restraints, tears leaking out her eyes, Rowan surged forward, trying to get to her, his eyes wide in panic. 

“Now, now Rowan. We don’t want to be too eager,” Maeve had returned to her throne, her crimson dress spread around her on the floor, “I think it’s time to begin the games… Don’t you think Cairn?” 

“It would be a pleasure my Queen.” Cairn’s rough voice echoed around the throne room, his next movements were quick- he grabbed Aelin by the hair, pulling her upwards into a standing position. 

“Touch her again bastard and I will kill you.” Rowan growled at Cairn, straining against Fenrys’ hold. The iron in the chains suppressing his magic, stopping him from carrying out his threat then and there. 

“Touch her like this?” Cairn grabbed Aelin’s face and yanked it towards his, licking her jawline slowly, all the while having his eyes trained on Rowan. Aelin was too weak to try and pull away, but her disgust was written all over her face. Cairn laughed and shoved Aelin back onto the floor, her knees cracking as they hit the stone. “Don’t worry your pretty face Rowan, I don’t like used goods anyway.” 

Maeve ignored Rowan’s shout of anger and directed her attention to Aelin. “This may bring back some fond memories for you. If you would be so kind as to remove your shirt, we’re going to give Rowan a little demonstration of what happened on the beach that day.” 

“Go to hell.” Aelin spat at Maeve. 

“Cairn, as she is unwilling to cooperate you’ll have to help her.”

Cairn didn’t waste time, he removed his dagger and tore through Aelin’s shirt, purposely grazing her skin as he did. A cool breeze, courtesy of Rowan, blew through the room, caressing her bare torso- her gaze turned to her mate, who was already staring at her, their eyes locked and neither would look away; not even when Cairn raised the whip to make the first strike. 

“Aelin, you remember how this works, you’ll count, and if you fail to do so, Cairn here will start again.” 

Rowan tried to shake off the hold that Fenrys had on him, his eyes were watching Aelin, watching the way she was letting the tears roll down her cheeks, the way she didn’t fight or flinch when the first hit of the whip came down on her. She was giving up. 

“What number was that Aelin?” 

Aelin remained silent, she refused to play Maeve’s games, she refused to even acknowledge the pain. All she did was stare at Rowan, silently praying to Mala that he would get out of here alive. 

“Start again.” 

The whip descended to Aelin’s back, the silence broken momentarily. 

Aelin still refused to say a word. 

“Start again.” 

“Stop this Maeve. You’ve had your fun with her, let her go. Please.” Rowan had stopped resisting Fenrys, his eyes teeming with sadness and anger, he couldn’t watch his Fireheart be tortured, not like this, not after everything she had been through. “I beg you Maeve, I will do anything you want, just please don’t hurt her.” 

A cruel, wicked smile spread across the queen’s face. She did not say a word, instead just held her hand up, signalling for Cairn to step away. 

“You’ve gone soft Rowan, I expected better of you. You certainly are not the warrior you used to be.” Maeve rose from the dais, coming to a halt in front of Rowan and Fenrys. “Let him go to his mate Fenrys. I suppose I shall let him say goodbye.” 

Without another word, Rowan tore away from Fenrys and straight to Aelin. He got to one knee and gently pulled her away from Cairn who had backed up a few steps. Rowan cradled Aelin in his arms, kissing her head, whispering he loved her. It was hard to distinguish whose tears were who’s. Aelin was gripping Rowan’s shirt as tight as she could, taking in the smell of pine and snow, the smell of home. 

Neither one let go, Rowan had sunk down to both knees, holding Aelin close to his chest, their hearts beating together. 

“I want you to know Rowan, that I love you, I will always love you. I want you to know that every moment spent with you I will cherish; I will never forget you. You made me want to live,” Aelin barely choked out the last word before more tears fell, “you made me want to live, and I will be forever grateful for the time I got with you.”

“Aelin you are not going anywhere; do you hear me? We are going to get out of here alive, and we’re going to have those thousand years together. You are not leaving me.” He wiped the tears from his own face, and held Aelin closer. 

“Look after Terrasen for me-” 

“-Aelin,” 

“It’s okay Rowan, I’m ready. You don’t need to be scared for me, I’ll be okay, I promise.” 

“But I don’t think I will be. Aelin I can’t live without you. I-I can’t lose another mate, please fight, please stay with me.” 

Aelin brought her hand up to Rowan’s face, cupping it and gently stroking her thumb along his soft cheek. 

“Look after Terrasen for me; and tell the others that I couldn’t have asked for a better family.” 

“Please don’t do this Aelin. Don’t you dare give up!” 

The whipping had reopened old wounds that hadn’t been able to heal, her body was slowly giving up on her- the iron had stopped any healing from happening. She’d known from the moment she stepped foot in that room that that was when she was going to die. And dying in the arms of someone she loved didn’t seem like a bad way to go. 

“Get out of here alive Rowan, find the others and win this war. Go rattle the stars.” 

And as she gazed into Rowan’s eyes for the last time, she wondered what her life would have been if she had been dealt a different hand. Maybe she would have met Rowan in different circumstances, and they could have fallen in love and lived happily, maybe she would have been able to experience life without war and bloodshed. 

“Fireheart…” 

She gave a weak smile, and dropped her hand from his face. She took in his features one last time, before shutting her eyes and repeating the one phrase that would help her through anything. 

She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius- and she would not be afraid. 

“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (II)

A/N: Part II of businessman Harry. It contains smut, daddy kink and it’s quite long. I’m stil not sure if it’s alright, but I hope you like it. 

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV.

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“Styles Corporations’ CEO Harry Styles enjoys 22nd birthday bash in tropical paradise with long legged beauty”

While no one would ever dream of describing Y/N as anything less than a genius, a business luminary whose accomplished eminence is often described as freakish by those who are several decades older than her yet much less successful, she could humbly admit to all of them that she was the biggest fool in the world for thinking that getting over Harry Styles would be easy. She didn’t want him back; she just wanted what he had taken from her. He could keep the black lace thong he had tucked into his pocket a couple of months ago after he had bent her over his desk, raining dirty words and harsh nibbles down her neck. But her sanity? He would definitely have to give that back. The sooner the better. As for delivery preferences, no white roses or puke-inducing handwritten notes this time, please. And while he was at it, she had another request: If he was going to be in her head all day, he should at least regard some sort of decency and put some clothes on. How inconsiderate of him. Chivalry is dead.

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Winner: @the-might-of-shirvallah

 I mentioned in a removed post that some people have been reblogging a raffle from last year’s May. I left the notice up for a few days but didn’t see it make much difference in the amount of rebloggers or new followers. Thanks to those who did notice or have sent messages alerting me to it - I am aware of the confusion.

I am moving country next week so a lot of my time has been spent preparing and packing but I’d like to offer a portrait sketch raffle to show my appreciation for those who are either newly following and confused, or have been patiently waiting for another raffle to come round! (I think the last one was November)

So!

What you get:
Because I’m short on time this will be drawn in 24 hours and will be a painterly kind of sketch, rather than a polished piece. It can be any character or creature from any world or universe. OCs/RP characters, fanart of a character you love, anything you’d like. Anything.

What you need to do:

Like and/or reblog this post to enter (they each count as a separate entry, as do multiple reblogs within reason)
Be following this blog!
A winner will be picked on the 10th May (24 hours!) and has a day to reply or I’ll re-raffle the prize!

As always, huge thanks to everyone who gets this out there and to those who have followed and shown their support over the years! Good luck! <3

Mikasa Ackerman and Historia Reiss

This review will be somewhat extensive, reading various analyzes of different people and my own 

Is obvious that Isayama has placed a few parallels between characters that are very different and shows in various panels.

example


Historia is similar to Ymir and Eren, but there is a symmetry in situations with Mikasa that separates them from the other two respectively and I think Mikasa is aware of this similarity, you could say that “they are like two sides of the same coin” ..

The whole life of Historia and Mikasa is about the basic cruelty of humanity.
But even the way to lose their mothers is so similar and contradictory at the same time.


In the case of Mikasa his mother died in front of his eyes trying to protect her, this was a fortuitous event by bandits.

In the second case Historia mother denied it with all her strength and before death I wish her death, this fact was something planned by the government.

Having listened to Historia story, I am sure that Mikasa is the one that more than any other person shown, would be familiar with that concept, human cruelty and obviously,

 I think that already felt something connected to Historia, because like She, she also had a special person in her life, this brings us to the next point:


Relations with your special person


Well as you know Historia is the girl who is always with Ymir (Mikasa herself mentioned it in 37).
Like Mikasa is the girl who is always with Eren.

Mikasa learned from Eren something that served him all his life “If you do not fight you do not win”, this would allow him to survive even without Eren as seen in Tross

Historia learned from Ymir something that would also serve him for his whole life “Living with pride every day” this allowed him to rise even without Ymir as seen in the Reiss Saga.

Even the scene in which Mikasa clings to Eren and when Historia clings to Ymir it is rather strange.

Are different in everything but at the same time that parallelism that was seen in the childhoods of Mikasa and Historia  persists, just watch

“When Mikasa sees him, he runs with a stunned expression, unable to believe it and instead opens without Titans.

"When Historia  sees Ymir dying she runs to her and starts to cry, not caring about the Titans.

"When Mikasa has him in her arms, she breaks down and burst into tears.


"When they manage to rescue Ymir, the queen holds her in her arms and holds her tears, and they take a sweet look.

At that moment Ymir was aware and Eren knocked out, and for the freckle that moment was everything for her and for Eren that moment did not mean anything for being knocked out.

If you came to this point you will see that this parallelism is something fascinating and I do not think it is coincidence

The truth is that this reflects many things and the nature of the two relationships.

Being honest, it is difficult to think that someone as wicked as Isayama wrote something so "Poetic”

Something that until recently I had not noticed is that Mikasa has sympathy for people who like her have a special person in their life.

For example a small thing that is seen in the manga and in the anime is not reflected well, is when Mikasa sees to Franks and Hanna and he listens to him when this one says to him “tranquilízate I will protect you” (this part of the review takes it from Another truth I saw it a few days ago I think)


In the manga it is more than clear that I wanted to do this with Eren and he does it but it did not go as she expected

The greatest example of this we can see in the Saga of “Clash of Titans”
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As you know Mikasa is an extreme girl when it comes to Eren always protects what she loves and even though she dislikes killing she does it to those who oppose, without hesitation.

But none of her other opponents had ever found herself in a situation like Christa was at that moment, with which Mikasa herself could be identified.

Jean himself told him (not everyone is willing to die for Eren), but Historia was willing to do everything for Ymir and the freckle felt the same is something that Mikasa could realize even the moment in Udtgar will have reminded her when she herself I cling to Eren when he was reborn, for that kind of connection with a loved one is not something “easy” to find.


I remember when Ymir ate “Christa” all his comrades treated her as a traitor right there, Armin also but Mikasa looked more confused than the others by the action of Ymir 

The confrontation with Historia, is very well written and the truth reflects enough, their feelings of both and that so far are willing to arrive but in spite of the threats it was noticed that he was hesitating and did not have a real honor to harm them and I leave them Free.


Now let’s explore their relationship in the Reiss Arc

Now the development between Historia and Mikasa in this saga was very satisfactory, although to the beginnings of the sleeve they had no contact, since it is obvious that it was not seen around Historia because the future queen was a surprise character that the Much development In the arc of the insurrection

We can appreciate how Isayama to them two in the first chapters of the Arc Reiss put them in several panels together despite being centered in Eren and the royal family
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In this arc there are things that happened were screen and is very easy to explain.

For example in that Arch it is obvious that Sasha will have asked his friends what happened to Reiner, Berthold, Annie, what happened to the people of Connie and Historia what happened to Ymir is obvious that they talked about this, but they are things that They are not necessary to show since you can deduce it after analyzing,

Now Mikasa and Historia is obvious that they also talked about what happened before (just when they are going to raise firewood and come back together)

It is obvious that Mikasa apologized for what happened and has an idea of what Historia is going through in those moments.

Mikasa in the last mission despite the dead was able to bring his beloved and his family alive, but the other could not and instead lived the worst nightmare of Mikasa, to be abandoned by his special person, to lose his “home”

Even Eren himself spoke of Ymir because he saw Historia very sad and downcast (knowing that he is very insensitive).

Another example of what I am talking about is in 52 When Eren and Connie are peeling potatoes while Historia and Mikasa are cooking

Connie starts to speak badly of Ymir and the little blonde intervenes defending her, saying at the end “I know her” before this Eren and Connie looks at strangers, but Mikasa looks at Historia, I think it’s impossible for her not to feel identified with this.

His reaction when Levi mistreated Historia is funny

The good thing about writing Isayama is that there are things that one has to interpret from the perspective of our characters and Mikasa is one of the deepest characters

Mikasa’s reaction to the news that Eren will die is very similar to when Historia is abandoned, even that emptiness in the eyes is so similar the way Isayama showed him his expressions and the feeling of loneliness.

Also if we think well both are suffering in the same way and that contradictory parallelism in their lives and relationships is present back, since Eren is with Mikasa for good or bad but at the same time is far away and away, while Ymir is Very far from Historia but at the same time this with her giving him strength is pure poetry xD

Historia can understand Eren and Ymir very well, as has been demonstrated in the manga but in spite of everything Isayama did something much more impressive with Mikasa, although the two have opposite personalities in the course of the 2 Months the queen was seen closer With Eren, Mikasa, Armin


Also with so many things that have happened including Ymir (his death announced in the letter although I do not think he is dead yet) and now with the future death of Eren by deterioration, you can deduce how your relationship in Time sky is obvious That they are going to talk about this since it is something that you can only talk to someone who has suffered the same as you and come to understand your feelings, this is one of the great reasons why I really think that between all of them have become More close and will be closer in the future by this connection

Well repeat something in a previous post

Although if they asked me if those two girls are alike, despite all my more sensible answer would be:

They do not look alike

Since one of the girls decided to live by herself for the only desire of his person appreciated and the other girl decided to hold on to that person he appreciated.

But both girls were the same, the two shared a look full of sadness.

This was a long review I hope you have enjoyed until the next

A Little Stressed Out Kitten (Chris Evans x Reader}

Someone requested a Chris Evans x Reader who has anxiety so I am only going to do something subtle but hey, still kinda what you wanted I guess.


Warning: large age difference between Chris and reader. Like 16 years, cause Reader is in college at the moment and he is current age I guess.


Senior year of college is supposed to be a breeze. As if senior year of high school wasn’t a joke, who would have expected you would be here, drowning in your end of year research paper along with every other assignment the professors had thrown at you just before the last month of school. You let out a shaky sigh as you looked over your bed in front of you. Your laptop sat open, the screen dull as soft fireworks went off, your assigned screensaver giving you more of a headache than anything at this point. Stacks of papers and notebooks were littered around the cover, your bag and more textbooks on the floor beside your bed. Grabbing your calendar you began to try and organize, prioritize how you would be spending your weekend. Though your boyfriend had been planning to come to town for the next few days, work obligations had cancelled that, and honestly you weren’t too disappointed after looking over the work you had to do. Chris could come next weekend, this work had to be turned in within the next week, it was pretty obvious which one was priority.


“Who knew a teaching degree would give me such stress,” you sighed, scribbling down another assignment you had due on Tuesday. When you were done with the list you started to move into piles, figuring out what to work on next and how to keep all the papers in order. Just as you were finishing Friday’s stack which had to be split into two after attempting to fall into Thursday, you heard your phone go off behind you. Making sure everything was steady, you turned and grabbed the ringing device off your bedside table and answered without checking the caller id.

“Hello?” you asked, leaning over to pick up a textbook from the floor and a pack of sticky notes from your bag.

“Hey sis, how are you doing this lovely evening?’ you held back a groan as our brother’s voice filled your ear.

“Fine, a bit busy though. Do you need something right now because it would be better for me if I could just call you back later? Lots of-”

“Well actually I was just going to check and see if next weekend you wanted to come back home for the weekend. We’ve been missing you and everyone will be here for Mom’s birthday. Kara just needs to know if we should save you a seat.” For the next few moments a silence filled the room.

“Um, I’m not sure. Chris was going to reschedule to come down next weekend and -”

“Well he could come. You know we won’t like freak him out or anything and I’m sure everyone would love to meet him.”

“Listen, I just, I don’t know if-”

“It’s okay sis, just think about it okay. Ask Chris. Let me know before next Friday if you could. We would love to have you up here.”

“Okay, well I have to go so.”

“Okay sis. Talk to you later.”

“Bye big bro.”

“Bye.” With a heavy sigh you hung up the call, throwing your phone back behind you as you brought your hands up to cup your face. You knew it was soon, but God, it would always sneak up on you. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sound of your heart beat to hold back any potential tears that began to well up in your eyes.

Just as you were getting a hold of yourself, you heard a knock at the door.

Another sigh, God you are way too young to sigh this much you thought. Throwing your legs over the side of the bed you ran a hand through your hair before making your way to the door. With no peephole you were left to just open the door, expecting for perhaps the girl from your Education class who lived on the hall to be looking for notes or something, she rarely missed class but when she did she got very upset and refused to rest until she had her notes compensated. What you certainly did not expect was a scruffy, baseball cap wearing Bostonian to be standing outside of your door, his head down with a small bouquet of yellow flowers in his hand.

“Chris?” you questioned, the opening of the door causing his head to lift up so you could see his features more plainly.

“Hi baby,” he smiled, holding out the flowers. You couldn’t help the small grin as you took them, taking a step back so Chris could follow you into the room, closing the door behind himself.

“Thank you, but what are you doing here?” you asked, setting the flowers on the bookcase beside the door. Turning back to Chris as he came closer to you, pulling off his hat to reveal a messy head of hair.

“Well, a friend heard of how our plans had gotten cancelled and helped with getting me out of a couple things so I could come see you,” he smiled, that puppy dog smile as he reached out to wrap his arms around your waist.

“You didn’t have to do that Chris, I could have waited another week and I mean I have a ton of work to do and-“ you were cut off by a warm pair of lips as Chris leaned down to shut you up. Though you were frankly a bit annoyed, you couldn’t help but his him back, that horribly cute way he would smile against you causing you to giggle. “Seriously, I am in overload with all the crap I have to do for next week.”

“Come on, you can spare me a few hours, I have to head to Atlanta tomorrow afternoon, can you at least give me that much?” he asked, running his hands up and down your back as your own arms wrapped around his neck. You took in a deep breath, looking to your side at the stacks of papers before looking back at Chris with his beautiful puppy dog eyes.

“Okay fine, I’ll put some of it off, but only because I know you are taking me to the Spider-Man premiere,” you compromised, causing Chris to let out hoot before grabbing your hips and lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. As he turned he laughed at the stacks of paper before looking back at you.

“Your roommate gonna be around?” he asked, nodding to the bed on the other side of the room.

“Nah, she’s in France for the semester, study abroad. Hasn’t been here since January but you never remember that,” you smiled before he tossed you onto said roommate’s bed.

“Don’t tease if you don’t wanna be teased baby,” he smirked, lowering himself over you as he kicked off his shoes onto the floor.

“Maybe I want to be teased…Captain,” you grinned, watching as Chris’ smirk faltered for a moment before his hands shot out to grab your own, pinning them above your head.

“Oh baby girl, you’re just asking for it.”

——————————- Later that night

As Chris snoozed on the bed across your room you frantically typed on your computer, then turning to use the light to fill out another part of the worksheet you had been given in Math. Of course your professor would bump up due dates. You had desperately wanted to just snuggle into Chris’ side, inhale his scent you were scared off forgetting when he would leave for such long times, but with even more work piling onto Monday’s pile, there was no way you would be able to get it done in a day and a half even if you worked the entire time. You jumped as your phone went off again, another text from your brother.

Alex the Best Big Brother EVER: Please think about it Y/N. I know you had to miss last year, but we all miss you like crazy. I know Mom would want you to be here

You held back a sob as you saw the attached picture. It was a Facebook screenshot, one of Mom’s old posts back from a few years ago. Her standing over your shoulder, her arms around your shoulders as you held your high school diploma in your hands. It looked so different now. Now you could see the sunken way her eyes had changed the months before the picture. How her arms and her face were getting thinner and thinner. She had trouble walking around that day, said it was just dehydration and they all laughed at how stupid the school had been to do a graduation ceremony outside. If only we had known.
Letting out a choked sob you threw the phone down, that picture was too much, too soon. You looked between the phone, the work in front of you and Chris sprawled out over the bed. Suddenly the walls felt like they were getting closer, you couldn’t hear the ticking of our clock, just a pulsing behind your ears and you pulled your knees to your chest. Tears running down your face you felt yourself shake. Too much, too soon, too much, too soon, too much, too much, God it’s too much. Then he was there, his arms warm as they wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest, so soft and warm and smelling like home. He held you as you shook, whispering unintelligible sentences into your ear as his hands stroke up and down your arms.

By the time you stopped shaking, your computer had gone blank. Chris had stopped talking but he was still there, holding on, breathing in sync with you, his body enveloping your own. You swallowed thickly as you reached up to wrap your hands around Chris’ forearm which was set across your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked, your throat dry as tears finally began to stop streaming down our cheeks.

“Are you okay baby? What happened?” Chris asked, staring at you with such concern you almost busted out into tears once again.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, snuggling against his chest as you cried.

“It’s okay baby, why are you apologizing? What is it huh? What’s wrong?” Chris asked, looking down at you as you finally looked up at him, the tear streaks running across your cheeks making you look so much more vulnerable.

“I just, my professor’s gave us a ton of work for the weekend and I want to spend time with you because I haven’t seen you or been able to touch you in almost two weeks and I swear I think I’m going to go insane when you’re not here and then Alex keeps texting me and calling about next weekend and he send me this picture, this fucking picture of me and mom and I just couldn’t I just, I just can’t go up there and see all of them but I have to because God it’s Mom. And then they want you to come as well and it just. God it’s too much,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around Chris’s chest as you clung to him as though a hurricane was threatening to rip through the room and Chris was the only anchor you had.

“Just breathe, okay just breathe for me baby girl. Breathe and then we can talk okay. I got you baby girl, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

I’ll Stay Pt.2

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi doesn’t like kids, he never will, or so he says. Except this one kid that reminds him a lot of himself, and he looks like him too.

Genre: Romance / Angst

A/N: I KEEP RAMBLING AND END up having to break the parts down sdgfshf. Anyways, enjoy reading!

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anonymous asked:

we’re both in gryffindor tower and everyone is asleep except us, but it’s thunderstorming and i never noticed how loud thunder is up in this tower, haha, i’m a little freaked out, would you mind if i just sat in your bed with you? just until it’s over? absolutely no homo? (Either stucky or winter iron please?)

The thunder keeps Steve awake.

Now, he’s not afraid of thunder; hasn’t been since he was a kid and his mother sat him down and explained all of the science behind thunder, and promised him that he’d be safe as long as he was inside and paying attention.

But it doesn’t mean that the thunder won’t keep him from falling asleep.

Honestly, he’s had a little trouble sleeping since he got to Hogwarts three nights ago. He’s eleven — practically an adult — and he shouldn’t be kept awake by the aching feeling in the pit of his stomach that he doesn’t belong here, that his parents were muggles and that he’s somehow less than the other boys in the dorm.

As if on ominous cue, there’s a huge burst of thunder.

He hears a whimper from one of the other beds, and something that sounds like someone breathing hard, maybe crying.

Steve’s mom told him a lot of things growing up. One such thing was that you should never let someone who is in pain know that they’re alone.

Steve quietly slips out of bed and tiptoes around the room, trying to figure out which bed the crying is coming from. There’s another loud crack of thunder, and another whimper, and Steve can hear that the person crying is…

Bucky Barnes?

He pauses, standing in front of the canopy of Bucky Barnes’ bed. It’s definitely coming from there, but it seem surprising. Even though they’ve only been at Hogwarts for a few days, Bucky already has a lot of friends. He’s got a great, big smile and a knack with a broomstick. During their first class Professor Flitwick complimented his charms work. Rumor is that he’s from an old bloodline and is as pureblooded as they come. It surprises Steve that this kid is sitting in his bed crying over something as silly as a thunderstorm.

But he is crying.

Steve sighs, knowing what he has to do.

He moves closer to the opening of the curtain. “Bucky?” he asks quietly.

He can hear Bucky clear his throat. “Yes?” he says in a croaking voice a few seconds later.

“Can I come in?” Steve asks.

There’s a pause. “Why?” Bucky asks.

“Everyone else is asleep and I’m bored,” Steve lies.

“You’re… bored?” Bucky asks.

“Yeah,” Steve says.

“Fine,” Bucky says, “but keep the light off.”

“I don’t have a flashlight,” Steve says, pulling open the curtains and climbing into Bucky’s bed.

“What’s a flashlight?” Bucky asks.

Steve levels him with a look. “You’ve been around for eleven years and you don’t know what a flashlight is?” he asks.

Bucky shakes his head. Steve can just make out the outline of his body in the darkness, but it’s not hard to tell that he’s been crying. The streaks of tears on his cheeks shine a little from the little light in the room, and he’s still sniffing a bit. Every so often he reaches up to brush off his cheeks. Steve doesn’t say a word about any of it.

“I haven’t been in the muggle world much,” Bucky says.

“It’s not so bad,” he says. “We have flashlights.”

“I still don’t know what a flashlight is,” Bucky says, a little frustrated. Then he adds, “And you’re a wizard. You’r not a muggle.”

“I grew up with muggles,” Steve says before realizing his mistake. People have told him that not everyone is okay with wizards who have muggle parents like Steve. A lot of the people who aren’t okay with it are purebloods like Bucky.

“But you’re a wizard,” Bucky says. “Nothing wrong with muggles, but you’re one of us, even if we don’t have flashlights.”

“Flashlights are little tubes that have a lightbulb in one end that shines light. Usually they’re powered with batteries,” Steve says, not realizing how hard it can be to describe a flashlight, even though he’s used one a hundred times.

Bucky pauses. “So, it’s a muggle ‘lumos’?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Steve says.

“Huh,” Bucky says.

There’s another crack of thunder and Bucky jumps. He practically jumps out of the bed, he’s so surprised. And he makes just the quietest of scared sounds.

“Scary,” Steve says.

“Mm-hmm,” Bucky manages to say.

“You know, my mom explained the science of lightning to me once,” Steve says. “You wanna hear it?”

“The science?” Bucky asks.

“Like, why it happens and why it’s not as bad as it sounds or looks. Thunder and lightning actually do some good things. It helps the plants grow.”

“You can tell me,” Bucky says in a quiet voice.

“Alright,” Steve says, “so first, lightning comes from…”

— —

Eventually, Bucky nods off while Steve talks.

— —

Fifteen years later, Steve slips into bed. Bucky is under the covers already and not moving, though Steve’s pretty sure that he’s not asleep with the storm raging outside. It had been a long day at the Ministry and he doesn’t bother even getting into pajamas before he wraps himself around Bucky. “Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” Bucky says in a small voice. Bucky still hates thunderstorms, even after all this time. He deals a little better than he did as a kid, but when he’s home with Steve, he doesn’t put on a brave face. “How was your day?”

“Boring,” Steve says, pulling the blankets over their heads like they’re in a tent. He pulls out his wand and lights it up. “I’m happy to see you,” he adds, smiling.

“Not as happy as I am to see you,” Bucky says with a self-deprecating snort.

“Want me to tell you about the science?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods. “If you don’t mind,” he says.

Steve leans forward and presses a lingering kiss to Bucky’s forehead. “Not at all,” he says before he begins telling the same stories his mom did all those years ago.

More Weird From The Land of Nina

A lot of people seemed to enjoy being genuinely creeped out by my mother’s experiences as regards the town of Bare Feet, Arizona. So I decided to share this, as well, because who doesn’t need a heaping helping of the creepiness that is my family history? 

Let me start by saying that although I’ve tagged this as “creepypasta” for the benefit of those on my dash who do not appreciate scary stories to tell in the dark, all sections involving me are true, and those for which I have only my family’s word are true to the best of my knowledge. I should further note that while I’m a hardnose skeptic about the vast majority of paranormal experiences–i.e., I don’t believe John Edward does anything but basic psychology, and 99.99999999999998% of the stuff on Ghost Hunters is bullshit made up for the camera–I have become that way due to my own unexplained experiences and those of my family, which during my teenage years increased to the point that the abnormal became practically commonplace. When I say that the story that follows is nonfiction, I mean that I trust the eyewitness accounts of those involved and truly believe that there is no explanation outside of the paranormal for the events described here.

We’ll begin in the Permanent Exhibit portion of the Washington, D.C. Holocaust Museum in the spring of 2002. The young Nina you’ll meet here is in eighth grade and is tagging along with her mother’s students on a field trip; I was being homeschooled due to my school’s inability to handle a student with autism, and her superiors allowed me to sit in on one or two classes daily as a way for me to transition back into a full classroom. In the Permanent Exhibit, there are large panels on the walls that describe different events leading up to the Holocaust–survivor accounts, the political landscape, photographs from the camps, etc. In front of one of these, my mother stopped and turned so pale I thought she might faint. I asked if she was okay, and she said “I need to leave this room. Now.”

I walked her into the next room, where there was a bench she could sit on, and asked what was wrong. She said, “Her name was Elisabeth. With an S. Nina, nobody spells Elizabeth with an S.”

We’ll leave these two on their bench in the museum and travel back to 1963 or so. At this point in time it’s not young Nina but young Cathy, still in footie pajamas and having a recurring dream. In the dream she wakes up in “her” bedroom, but it’s not actually her bedroom in her house on Fargo Street. She floats out of the room and down a long hall. On one side is a kitchen with a half-wall, a style that young Cathy had never seen, and on the other a living room. Through the kitchen, and so into the backyard: a jumble of rusted cars and tools, and a large trench full of used rubber tires. She turns to someone in the dream who she can’t actually see, and says, “I’ve been here before.” Then she wakes up. According to my mother, she has the dream no less than a dozen times in the course of about four months–possibly more–and the dream recurs until she’s about six. Then it suddenly stops.

It’s a house she’s never seen outside of this dream, but ten years later she runs away and, in Arizona, finds someone who asks if she’s met Mary Janini. The answer, of course, is no–she doesn’t know a soul in Arizona. And so the man she meets takes her to Mary Janini’s house. Mary lets runaways stay in her home as long as they don’t bring the police along with them or steal her food. Standing in the driveway, my mom says, “I’ve been here before.” When her companion says “you said you didn’t know her,” teenage Cathy explains that she doesn’t–then describes the house in full detail and says she’s seen it in a dream. So much of her story I’ve heard before–when I’ve woken up with strange dreams that later come true, this story is my mother’s way of comforting me and reminding me I’m not the only one who “remembers backward.” What follows this is new to me.

She’s at Mary Janini’s for only a few days before meeting my dad–teenage Wayne. She travels from Mary’s to Wayne’s, where she’s greeted graciously by his mother and offered a room. And in that room, she has another dream:

A little girl, standing in a gray place, holding out a yellow ribbon. Her hair is long and dark and tightly curled. She doesn’t speak English, but in the dream, my mother understands her perfectly: “Miss, can you put my ribbon in my hair? I asked my Mommy but they took her away and she died before she could.” Behind the girl, a tombstone with birth and death dates six years apart. Teenage Cathy is horrified for some reason she couldn’t put her finger on, and wakes up.

Then she starts screaming. Wayne’s mother comes running down the hall and tries to open the door, only to find it locked. She gets the key and opens it, because my mom is still in the bed, still screaming. Finally they get words out of the mess: “Get it out, get it out, whose is it? Whose is it, is that yours?”

Hanging from the locked doorknob was a yellow ribbon. My grandmother swore she’d never seen it before and, indeed, thought it belonged to my mom. My mom has never worn anything in her hair–she hates hairbands. They never discovered to whom the ribbon belonged; my Aunt Jan wasn’t living in the house at the time, and was the only other woman in the family, but both my dad and my grandmother, before her Alzheimer’s started getting bad, are and were willing to swear they’d seen the ribbon as my mother described it.

And now we’ll return to the museum, in 2002. I’m sitting with my mother on a bench, remember the bench? I give her some water as she tells me the story of the girl with the yellow ribbon, and how the tombstone in her dream said Elisabeth–a spelling she’d never seen anywhere else, until today.

There’s a picture in the Permanent Exhibit in Washington, DC. It’s of a little girl with a star on her chest and no smile on her face. The label on the picture gives her first name as Elisabeth. She died in a camp as a child during the Holocaust. As far as we know, there is no connection between her and my family.

There’s a light-colored ribbon tied crookedly in her hair, and not an adult in sight.

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Bucky shedding genuine tears when he sees all the people of the Jewish community especially the children and teens who are dedicated to not allowing history or textbooks erase his Jewish heritage. They tell stories about his heroics as a Howling Commando and Jewish grandmas love him

Oh man.

(Fair warning: we’re going to the fluff place and then the EMPHATICALLY NOT FLUFF place and then back to fluff again.)

It’s Cap who gets talked about the most, of course, because he’s Cap- because he wears the flag uniform and does all the dumbass things that anyone with half a brain wouldn’t and rescues the whole damn world. No one would have expected otherwise; Captain America is the figure from World War II who represents goodness in the face of unspeakable evil, and everyone needs that.

But as time passes, Cap’s still the one on the covers of comics, but it’s another trio that make the most impact: Gabe Jones. Jim Morita. And Bucky himself.

A Black guy, an Asian guy, and a Jewish guy. All the Howlies were heroes but these guys were brave while everyone with their backgrounds was getting pushed down. They gave kids who had no one else to look up to a role to play in the games on the playground. Everyone knew it, too: Someone threw a slur at you, threw a punch at you just because of who you were, and you had a face to cling to in the back of your mind, giving you that strength to fight back. Everyone knew Captain America was a hero, and Cap chose to work side-by-side with those guys. What kind of hero wouldn’t do the same?

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mcdonalds gothic

-What’s that beeping? It’s everything. The machines are crying for your help. You hear beeping in your sleep.

-Another new hire has come. Fresh blood. Their eyes look bright. They don’t last long. A few months later you wonder where they went. No one seems to know.

-You’re walking down the street and there’s a fry box on the ground. When you drive home there’s a mcdonalds billboard. You turn on the tv and a mcdonalds commercial is playing. You get mcdonalds coupons in the mail. It’s everywhere; you cannot escape it.

-You see the same faces in the drive-thru every day. You do not know who they are, but they know you.

-You look at your time punches. Didn’t you work more hours than this? You don’t know. You will add it up someday when you are not tired. You are always tired.

-You look at the other fast food restaurant across the street and feel a vague distain. At least you are not working There. Someone has assured you this is better, but why?

-The children are screaming. The parents scream back at them. You want to scream too, but that is not allowed.

-Everything you do is being timed. They say the Secret Shopper might arrive today. You must perform, or else.

-Your friends talk about “closing” at their jobs. You wonder what it is like. Your store is always open. People never believe you.

So this is my @voltronsecretvalentine present for @sunprintedbedsheets !!! They love the Coffee Shop Au and Klance and well, I think I went a little overboard here. ^^; (its my first time doing one of these) I hope you love this hun!!

Summary: It was a case of falling for a grumpy customer who happened to be really cute, and his lack of self-control.

Word Count: 6970 (guys idk what happened)

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Lance leaned against the counter and groaned. Boredom was his unwanted friend today. Mid-day shifts were always slow, and if Lance wanted anything out of the shift at this point, it was a rush. Even a 5-person rush would be better than standing here at a register staring at an empty café.

He let out another sigh, puffing out his cheeks in a pout. If he looked on the bright side of this, his paycheck was going to be bigger than his last one. This pay period he picked up three extra shifts. Plus, he was working a double today because his coworker, Brian, was sick. He could only hope Blue was alright by herself. His cat always got antsy when he didn’t come home at the normal time. She was clingy like that.

The door chimed and Lance immediately stood up straight and flashed his best smile.

“Hi, welcome to Juniberry Café!” he greeted.

The customer was pulling down his scarf, freeing his mouth so he could speak. Lance kept his smile in place, but in the back of his head he was freaking out. Okay, so the guy was like really cute? Could you blame him? The customer came up to the counter and eyed the menu. He had dark gray eyes and a mop of hair that…was that a mullet? How was this guy pulling off a mullet? It’s the 21st century, dude, not the 80s. Yet that didn’t really detract from how attractive this guy was. How was this even fair?

“Could I get a double shot espresso?” he asked.

Lance keyed it into the register and grabbed a cup, slipping a sleeve on it. “Sure, what’s your name, pretty boy?”

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Mob Psycho 100 Fic Recs

I saw somebody talking today about the underrated fanfics in the fandom so I thought I’d make a short list of the ones that I’ve read and enjoyed.

I don’t really have rhyme or reason to this. It’s a shortlist, and tbh my main category for fanfic I like is “did it make me feel a thing.” It’s not a complete list by any means, just the ones that I immediately recognized as I was skimming the feed.

Content warnings are per fic. There is no rit//su//mob or rei//mob, or anything explicit I don’t think.

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boyfriend!mingyu;

Originally posted by wonnhao

  • sorry this gif has a caption but i have to set The Mood and this v-live was all I could think of when i got this request
  • okay so apparently this is a series?? with mingyu??? where he has this imaginary girlfriend named younghee and honestly i died bc i was not ready when this vlive aired
  • but i got lots of inspiration :D
  • so mingyu has had a few relationships

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Decisions Decisions-Jason Blossom

Riverdale Imagine:#2

Word Count: 2,889 (idk what happened tbh…)

Warnings: Underage drinking, Implied sex.

Summary: After finding out the family business is a front for a drug ring Jason goes to the one person he knows he can trust.

A/n: I hope you all like this. I love Jason Blossom and I don’t think there is enough of him in the world so I am going to provide!!! 

Let me know what you think and remember…

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterlist

Last Imagine

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