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Antique Persian Rug - circa 1970s / 64 x 41 / 192cm x 126cm This is a beautiful dark red worn Persian rug. It is a great size that works well for a medium area rug underneath a coffee table or in a wider hallway. It features 5 geometric medallions in its design and has intricate interlocking hook shapes along the boarder. The rug is a deep red color that will really ground a room. It has low pile and is hand knotted. No holes, light wear from age / use. This rug is from the 19… Interior Design Home

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This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words

Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.

Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.

Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”

“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”

Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”

Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance. 

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Jealousy - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Can you do a Jeff imagine where he gets jealous and then turns into a hot make out sesh?”

(This kinda has a bad-boy Jeff feel to it i guess)

It had been a week since you’d spoken to Jeff. A week since you’d had one of the worst arguments yet. A week since you’d felt good. Jeff was your everything, and being in a bad place with him made you feel bad to your very core.
But tonight, was your friend Jess’ party, and you had to go, for her. You would just have to avoid Jeff as much as possible.

You were here, but you were anxious to go in. So you stood behind a tree in the front yard until you’d downed the cider you’d brought with you for some liquid courage. You’d worn your lucky red lipstick.

“Right.” You muttered to yourself, before starting towards the door.

The party was as you expected it, you did enjoy a good party every now and again, but the worry tonight was seeing Jeff. You’d had a huge fight because Your close friend Zach had said something unclear, that gave Jeff the impression that you had been cheating on him with Zach. Of course, you hadn’t. Zach hadn’t meant any harm, but the way rumours spread was insane. Everyone left right and centre believed it was true, and were convincing Jeff off it, too.

You saw Hannah and Clay by the drinks and decided to go join them.

“Hey guys!” You grinned.

“Oh hey Y/N…” Clay stuttered, “Here have a drink.” He said, handing you a red cup. “H- Hannah why don’t you show Y/N the bathroom.” He was tripping over his words.

“Uh, Clay, I know where the bathroom is.” You laughed, a perplexed look on your face. Hannah laughed and started to move toward you.

Then, Jeff came out from behind the two with three drinks, and you realised what Clay had been trying to do.

“Right.” You nodded. “Imma go outside.” You awkwardly pointed toward the door and dashed outside. You knew Jeff had seen you, but you just weren’t prepared to face him yet. It hurt that he hadn’t believed you.

You sat down on a vacant chair in a relatively empty part of the garden with your drink, annoyed at yourself.

“Hey, Y/N. You all alone?” Montgomery De La Cruz appeared out of no where and sat in the seat next to you.

“Uh, I guess.” You shrugged.

“Nice. You having fun?” He asked.

“Not really.”

He put his hand on your knee. “I’m really sorry to hear that, Y/N, maybe I can help make the night better for you.”

Before you could even muster up a response, a booming voice emerged from the shadows.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing man?” Jeff was not one who got angry often, but this was him at his angriest. He was probably a few drinks in, and had pent up anger from the previous week. “That’s my fucking girlfriend! Get your goddamn hands off her or I swear to god-” he was pulling Montgomery by his collar away from you and his jaw was clenched.

“Jeff stop! It’s fine.” You cut in, standing up so fast that your drink fell over.

“No it’s not fine! This pretentious douche bag thinks he can just hit on my girlfriend and I won’t notice?” He shoved him.

“Jeff!” You shouted again. “He meant no harm. It’s not exactly like you’ve been acting like my boyfriend for the past week, so I don’t know why you are now.” The salt in your voice stung. Jeff looked taken aback, but his fist remained clenched.

“Man I’m outta here, not worth it.” Monty’s voice cut through as neither of you had really been paying attention to him, and he slithered back into the house.

“You clearly don’t get it.” He snapped.

“I’m not having this fucking argument again.” You moved in toward him, throwing your hands above your head.

“Don’t bother then!” He scoffed, stepping inwards.

“I won’t!” You spat.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Great.”

“Fucking fine.” He was so close now that you could feel his hot breath on your face.

He smiled menacingly and his jaw was tight. His eyes were boring into yours. Then in one swift movement he crashed his lips to yours and grabbed your waist roughly. You kissed him back fiercely and tugged at his hair. His tongue slipped into yours and you breathed heavily through your nose. His hands were hot on you and the kiss was deep and knee-buckling. He moved his mouth down to your neck, and pressed kisses all over, before coming back to your lips and increasing the hormone driven atmosphere that parties often had. You were shivering ever so slightly from the cold, which Jeff must have sensed.

“Bedroom. Now.” Jeff whispered roughly against you, pressing on your hips. You nodded and reluctantly broke away from him, to go back in the house and find somewhere unoccupied. You re entered the house and turned back to look at Jeff. He had your red lipstick smudged all around his mouth.

“Nice look, Atkins.” Clay Jensen remarked as he passed. Jeff shook his head, clearly uncaring, and followed you up the stairs.

Once you found an empty room you resumed eating each others faces. Jeff lifted you up under your butt and you wrapped your legs around him.

“I’m so sorry…” you breathed between kisses.

“Oh believe me, I’ve never been more sorry in my life…” Jeff chuckled against you. “I knew I should’ve believed you… but everyone was telling me not to… I’m sorry…”

“Shut… up…” you struggled. He brought you down onto the bed with him and lay you down, pulling a leg over him.

“Damn… didn’t… realise… week… long time…” he eventually managed to get out.

Idiot. You thought to yourself.

The Blonde Leading the Blind - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: None

Request by anon: Hi! I would like to request something for Jughead maybe something like Betty and Veronica is trying to set up Jughead and reader, so they send them into a blind date or something? Thank you :)

I took a little liberty with it, in the fact that it’s technically a one sided blind date, but I hope you like it!

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anonymous asked:

SODA-CHAN IS DROWNING IN YOUR LOVE BOTH FIGURATIVELY AND LITERALLY WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO???????

“I’m sorry what? Love? Figuratively? Soda-chan? Wait-….You mean Matsuda? What abou-?!” she hears a splash and turns. “Wait…who..wasn’t he..?..” she thought in her memory bank as she process.

“-Shit!!!…” she exclaimed, as she ran to the water. “You idiot! You were suppose to save your friend!! Not drown!” she yelled as she dove into the sea. ‘Idiot! Where are you!’ she thought as she program switched her eyes to look clearly beneath the ocean.

She continued to go deeper into the sea frustrated….until she spotted bubbles. Quickly she swam in hoping she either finds him.

She reaches out and tried to speak beneath the water, knowing the water will be entering inside her, causing who knows what of damage. She tried to make a noise beneath the sea in hoping someone will notice she’s coming down after him.

@ask-tsuda

(Ya know…it’s rather hard to use water effect and make it visible to see xD for some reason but ya. )

Seventeen as: Things in Life

S.Coups: Bright red. Worn in baseball caps, over-sized jerseys, hot dogs and empty stadiums. The smell of fresh strawberries; Getting into your house after a day out in the winter; The feel of a new basketball. Warm summer nights. The sound of kids in the hallways on the last day of school after the bell rings; Screaming when you finally beat a hard level in a game; Teasing eyes; Mangoes.
  
Woozi: An untouched field of bright crisp snow; the satisfaction you get when you ace a test you thought you’d do bad on. Thick Holiday sweaters; paper lanterns glowing in dark streets; serious conversations with your normally easy-going friend at 2 in the morning. The colors mint and peach. Smiling to yourself as someone unknowingly compliments you. Laughing to yourself, embarrassed, after you caught yourself daydreaming about someone. The feel of new notebooks.

Hoshi: The rush of joy you feel all at once as you’re trying your hardest doing something you love. Watermelon Popsicle sticks. Turquoise. Giggles breaking the silence. 2007- 2009 pop songs that you still break out screaming to if they come on the radio. Cherry lip balm. Daisies. Empty hockey rings. Cheesy Valentine’s Day teddy bears. Spending hours on a project you’re working on, not noticing you worked through the night. Plastic water bottles.

Wonwoo: Ocean blue. Secret smiles. The jokes written on cards you get at the Pharmacy. Midnight walks. Being in a warm jacket outside during the fall. Apples. The feel of a cold PlayStation controller. Fresh pumpkins. Inside jokes with your friends. Laughing really hard after not laughing for a long time. The smell of clean linen. The moon’s reflection on a car window. Hugging a friend you haven’t seen in a while. Worn in converse sneakers. The sound of a shower running. Soft cloth. 

Mingyu: Warm cheesy pizza.  Unexpectedly laughing loudly. Ultramarine blue. Fuzzy socks. Riding your bicycle really fast and feeling the wind hit you. Mozzarella sticks. Ice cold soda on a hot day. The way gloves feel when they just got out the dryer.  Giggling to yourself as you enjoy doing something childish. Dancing to yourself in front of a mirror. The sound of the city on a busy day. Dipping new paint brushes into paint. Bright sunlight pouring in through a window.

Vernon: Staying up all night on the internet. Late night jokes with your friends. Burgers. Crinkled plaid shirts. Purple. The way your face scrunches up as you laugh really hard. 2 a.m. Ramen noodles. Feeling satisfied as you push yourself past your comfort zone and get good results. Jokes so bad they’re funny. Falling asleep to the sound of a tv show. Opening a new album package that you waited forever for. Plastic figurines. Feeling nervous on the first day of school. Rubber bracelets.  Relaxing car drives. 

Dino: Stretching in the morning. Lopsided beanies. Pumpkin seeds and tangerines. Long needed hugs. Making fake mohawks with shampoo/soap. Brand new comic books. The way your eyebrows furrow as you work hard doing something you love. The color green. Pinky promises. Randomly learning a  weird fact. Rushing to open  a package of takeout when you’re really hungry. Racing during gym. Ham and cheese sandwiches. 

Seungkwan: The smell of warm, fresh out the oven, buns. Pastel yellow and baby blue. Soft pajamas. Purposefully singing badly to a song. Scrapbooks. The taste of vanilla. The feeling of satisfaction and pride you get after you tell a joke and everybody starts laughing. Those dollar store kids hand sanitizers. Preppy button up shirts. Warm honey brown eyes. The way a librarian smiles at you sweetly. Snow falling in your hair. Thick fluffy scarves. Really puffy winter jackets. Dandelions. 

DK: Yellow and orange. Sunflowers. The way you squint your eyes when the sun is too bright. Fried chicken + french fries. Late night snacks. Sliding down wooden floors in socks. Terrible romantic movies. Imitating/mocking the GPS’ voice when you’re driving. Holding hands with your friends. The toy section at the dollar store. The smell of citrus.  Bananas. Finger painting. Bouncing your leg as you type away. Laughing with someone, adoration shining through your eyes.  Oversized shirts with jokes written on them. 

The8: Rubber bouncy balls. Happy family reunions. Fuzzy slippers. Tinsel. The faint sound of music playing at a bbq. Baby golden retrievers. Surprising yourself with your own strength. Bonfires late at night on the beach. The sun shinning extremely bright after it rained. Long eyelashes. Roast sessions with your friends. Coconuts; the smell of purple grapes. Holiday music playing in stores. Fake mustaches and waffles. Two toned/swirled ice cream. The way the warm sidewalk pavement feels against your bare feet.

Jun: Retro red. The night sky when there are no stars out. Kitchen aprons and rose petals. Steele blue. Brand new pencils. Bright white teeth and secret winks. Jumping in (clean) puddles when it’s raining. Airplanes. Apricots and strawberry jam. Cheap perfume and small tourist knick knacks. Warm caramel, covered in chocolate.  When your friend pulls through for you. 1 a.m. phone calls. Waking up before you’re supposed to and just laying there, thinking, until your alarm goes off. Fake-flirting with your friends. Plastic flower necklaces. 

Jeonghan: Neutral colors. Cactus’ and pastel flower pots. The silence before a storm. Sticking your tongue out playfully. Laughing so hard you accidentally hurt yourself by bumping into something. Messy toaster strudels. Accidentally succeeding at something/good luck. Nostalgia. When you’re tired but so excited you can’t sleep. Watching terrible comedy movies with your friends and laughing more with each other than at the movie. Cinnamon toothpaste. Saltine crackers; absentmindedly laying in a weird position when you’re invested in your hobby. 

Joshua: Worn down wood. Maple syrup on warm fluffy pancakes. Procrastinating by watching strange useless videos on Youtube. Old headphones. When your desk is messy but you kinda just know where everything is. Coffee shops and doughnuts with sprinkles. The sound of traffic at night. Knowing every word to a child’s song you haven’t sang in years. Chipped nail polish. Jeans and messy hair. Seeing your own breath when it’s  very cold out. Drawing small hearts on the car window. Secret Pinterest boards.

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Gif source:  Stiles

Imagine you’ve been dating Stiles in secret and it ends up getting revealed when you play hooky from a pack meeting and the pack ends up looking for you and finds you in a heated moment in the back of his Jeep.

——— Request for anon ———

It was one of those rare cold nights in Beacon Hills. The ones that only happened in the middle of the winter and made you actually have to wear one of the jackets you’d invested in. Stiles had worn that red hoodie when he’d come to pick you up for the pack meeting, but when you piled into the Jeep with him you both knew neither of you wanted to go to that tonight.

It wasn’t like Stiles to miss a meeting, but there you were looking just as great to him as he looked to you. Both of you decided that for once, you were going to play hooky and just not go.

You found a spot just as the sun went down, shading the both of you in more privacy than the vacant gravel lot beside the Beacon Hills Reserve did. Stiles was on you as soon as the Jeep was in park, the both of you fumbling for the back seat as you also fumbled with each other’s clothes. He was shirtless and you were pants-less by the time you heard a twig snap from outside, causing you to pull from his lips with a gasp.

“What was that?” you breathe, glancing towards the window only to find they’d fogged over thanks to the contrast of the cool air outside the car and the heat within it.

Stiles was just as stock-still as he hovered over you, still locked between your thighs as he strained to hear something else over the radio station neither of you’d been focused on before whispering with a glint of fear in his eyes, “This is how people die in horror movies.”

You slap his bare chest gently as you sarcastically scoff, “Thanks. Whose idea was it to park at the Reserve anyway? If we die via crazed serial killer, I’m blaming you!”

Smack!

“AH! GOD!” Stiles shouts as you both jump upon a hand slapping against the fogged window beside your head, causing an imprint in the dew while you both scream within the Jeep. The handle to the door was being pulled by something outside, and it’s not until you take a breath to scream again as you and Stiles scrambled for the keys that you heard a familiar voice calling from outside.

“Stiles! Stiles!”

Scott?” you gasp as Stiles reaches to press the button in order to roll down the window just enough to see who it was for sure, causing you both to groan as you realize just who had caught you.

“If only it was a serial killer instead,” Stiles groans sarcastically as he slumps against your chest for a second after recognizing those familiar faces behind the messy glass. Scott looks on in amusement beside Allison and Lydia while you scramble to fish your pants from the floor once Stiles leans off of you and throws his shirt back on, bumping his head on the roof of the Jeep in the process.

Isaac rolls his eyes, already turning on his heel to leave, “Clearly Stiles and (Y/N) are just fine.”

Mycroft’s Ties in Season Four

Resources I’ve cited and useful links:

Basic Overview of Mycroft’s Different Ties:

We don’t really have a strict key as to what ties symbolise what exactly, but we can deduce roughly what they mean by comparing the different occasions in which they are worn.

- The Red Tie of Love and Sentiment
Worn on occasions to do with sentiment/familial love and helping Sherlock e.g., reading about Sherlock’s suicide in the paper in the Diogenes, Christmas, in the helicopter after Sherlock shoots Magnussen.
- The Navy Ties of Business, Work, and Duty
Worn typically while trying to save lives and prevent terrorist attacks. Usually Mycroft wants to use Sherlock as a weapon e.g., discussing taking down the  London terrorist network when Sherlock returns from Serbia.
- The Johnlock Fleur De Lis Tie
Aka., the best tie. Worn whenever Mycroft goes to John to discuss Sherlock’s feelings and to Sherlock to discuss John’s feelings e.g., talking to John at Speedy’s/the Diogenes, the “narrow it down” speech in TSoT.
- The Black Tie of Death and Sorrow
Helping Sherlock fake his death in Reichenbach, helping Lestrade locate Sherlock’s boltholes after he escapes the hospital, when Mycroft is committing suicide by eating many, many cakes in TAB, when Irene ‘dies’ in ASiB (with additional white slashes here).
- The Grey Moriarty Tie
Self-explanatory. Any time Moriarty is making Mycroft do something against his will, or otherwise influencing him, the steel grey ties come out. It may be a specific shade of grey that indicates Moriarty, however, as there are also lilac-grey ties that Mycroft wears which are slightly different.
- The Purple Tie of Mystery and Fuckiness
Mysterious. No one knows. Does it indicate illusion? Fictitiousness? Insincerity? Wisdom? Mycroft wears alternating purple/pink ties on the tarmac/plane in HLV/TAB aka., “Tie Hell”.

The Six Thatchers:

TYPE: Lilac/grey tie with small spots
CONTEXT: Presenting the doctored footage of Sherlock shooting Magnussen
WHAT WE CAN INFER: Most likely not directly linked to Moriarty. A lilac-grey tie may indicate objectivity/planning/calculated thinking here. Also probably links into the fabrication of events.

TYPE: The Grey Moriarty Tie
CONTEXT: Discussing Moriarty’s next move with Sherlock in the first bunker scene
WHAT WE CAN INFER: It’s likely that Mycroft is holding back and not saying all that he knows in this situation because of Moriarty’s influence.

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littleamericanduck  asked:

I rly like the way you drew tim in his newest suit! but which is your favorite suit that Tim has worn? ünternet? the original red robin? the one with fancy feathers maybe?

Aw thanks! I have no idea which suit I like best; I think I like them all? Then again, I’m the type of person who likes every outfit, even the stupid ones because then you can make jokes out of them.

Sith Tattoos

One distinct practice that’s seen within the Sith Order is the adornment of Sith tattoos. Although the designs and placements of these tattoos vary between species, as well as individuals, the tradition itself can be traced back to the days of the Ancients.

The original Sith “tattoos” were not tattoos at all but temporary, decorative marks. These markings have their roots in an old tale regarding a goddess and a long extinct animal of Korriban.

Stories of the Great Mother are considered to be the most well known source of “origin myths” of the Sith people. The story states the very first Sith being began life as a mowhef, a fierce, predatory animal native to Korriban. But through one final wager the mowhef found herself blessed, was given a name (Marserha) and became a Sith. When she turned into a Sith, she also retained the stripes on her arms and legs.

Even though she was the mother of all Sith, none of her children inherited the stripes.

Initially, the lack of stripes was a non-issue for the Sith. But over many generations, her children (which mostly refer to the Kissai caste) began to adopt and decorate the Mother’s Marks onto their own arms and legs.

The markings were painted on with a paste made from a native plant that would stain the skin but were temporary and faded with time. These markings were seen as way to honor their Mother and ask the gods for blessings.

Surviving records show that the marks were only ever worn on the arms and legs (and by extension, the hands and feet). This was an obvious link to both Marserha and the connection to the mowhef, but it may also have some basis in the saying: arms wield weapons and legs carry you into battle.

Over time the Six Pointed Star of Ahmurn was added to the marks since he was considered to be the father of all Sith. The marriage of the star and stripes also symbolized the union between Ahmurn and Marserha.

While the simple designs were the norm for a while, eventually the stripes began to morph into more and more intricate, artistic designs.

By the time the Exiles had arrived on Korriban, the Sith markings came in countless variations, patterns, and designs but still only worn on the arms and legs.

In the present day, some Sith purebloods have adopted tattoos but most continue the tradition of decorating their limbs the way their people have throughout the ages. Since the old gods, including the Great Mother herself, are no longer worshiped the marking are usually considered as a way of honoring the ancestors and Sith heritage.

Most of the the detailed and time consuming designs are worn during special occasions in one’s life, such as: becoming an apprentice/Lord/Darth, getting married, anticipating the arrival of a new child, in preparations for a major battle, and anything else that may be considered personally important to a Sith. There are smaller, simpler designs that are also worn, but these are mainly for decorative purposes.

Aside from the purebloods in the Sith Order, the human Sith have their own marks.

Unlike their pureblood counterparts, most human Sith have actual tattoos that are worn on the face and red in color. Both human Sith and Imperial scholars are unsure of the “when and why” this has happened. But the most accepted reason behind the tattoos seems to be that they signify traceable Sith blood within that person’s family line.

In recent times, the Sith Order has allowed aliens to join their ranks. Some of these aliens, such as Zabraks and Mirialans, have their own cultural traditions regarding the tattoos they wear and should not be confused with Sith tattoos or markings.

Others, like certain Twi’leks, come from varying backgrounds or simply do not have a significant cultural identity of their own due to personal circumstances in their lives. Some of these aliens, particular red-skinned ones, seem to cover their whole body in black tattoos. This adoption of “Sith tattoos” among the aliens are seen as a bastardization of old customs by some purebloods while others do not seem to mind one way or another.


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like gosh… look how freakin lovely the pics are…. ;3;

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Ride With Me.

PAIRING: ReaderxBucky! AU 

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: sweating, alcohol consumption. 

So here it is, my new Biker!Bucky au inspired by this  Let me tell you guys, this is going to be a ride from start to finish! I’ve planned most of this but with work I’m not sure how regularly this will be updated. But I will do my very best because I am very excited about this!  

GIF NOT MINE

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Originally posted by imaginedcmarvel

You stood across the road looking at the building before you; you had to admit it was nothing special. But that’s what made it so, the neon sign had seen better days you were sure. You could imagine it in its heyday, all light up for the world to see. Well the underworld most likely, you never did hang with the ‘right crowd’ as your mother called it. Maybe it was her consecutive ways that drove you away and into the darkness. But still, at least you weren’t attending charity events or sitting aimlessly waiting for your husband to come home and fuck a couple of kids into you. That was never your life and it was never going to be.  Taking a quick look up the street you hurried over to the bar, weaving in and out of a few haphazardly parked motorbikes you pushed open the door with confidence.

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I can’t even read your writing, Draco,” he said as the real Harry watched. “Is that ‘hexed’ or ‘sexy’?”

Malfoy was stretched on his stomach along the length of a sofa drawn up to the side of the table. His chin was pressed into the worn red cushion, bringing his head down closer to the level of the tabletop. He lifted it and looked at the page that Pensieve Harry was showing him, then made a face.

“Yes, I wrote 'Dumbledore’s hand prob means Horcruxes sexy’,” he said. “We’re looking for sexy Dark Lord soul-bits.
—  Earthbound Spook by cest_what
Looking at You (Part Eight)

This is a rough chapter, babes.

Vision hands the team a harsh truth and Tony doesn’t cope very well.

Chapters 1-7 HERE.

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Tony jogged down the stairs, holding tight to the key card Bucky had left on his desk.

Room 101
Hilton Inn and Suites

It had been over a week since their last night together and he had been wondering when Bucky would drop another key off for him. His nights with the soldier were his favorite, even though other than that one time, it had been only snuggles and talking.

They were his favorite.
The only thing that kept him going most days.
And he couldn’t wait for tonight.

Bucky had kissed him three separate times since their last night in the hotel.

Once when Tony had put a new piece on his arm and Bucky had told him thank you, brushing their lips together gently.

Again when Steve had been chewing the team out and Tony had nearly ran from the room, hands shaking, heart pounding, edging on a panic attack because he couldn’t handle Steve yelling, and Bucky had stopped him in the kitchen, wrapping thick arms around his waist and pressing a quick, comforting kiss to his lips.

And oh last night, when Tony had worn a dark red shirt and black slacks on his way out the door to a charity benefit. Bucky’s blue eyes had lit up, and he had cornered Tony in the garage, running his hands through Tony spiky hair and taking his mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue pressing insistently at Tony’s lips until he opened up and let the soldier lick and taste inside him. Then Bucky had gathered Tony close to his chest and whispered, “Tony, I like looking at you like this.”

And Tony had had to leave before he blurted out something embarrassing because Bucky’s voice was low and deep and hoarse and such a turn on Tony didn’t know what to do with himself.

So yes tonight Tony was going to make another first move, take another step with them. Being with Bucky had given him so much self confidence, so much of himself back that he could only think of one way to thank him.
And that’s what tonight was going to be all about.

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miss-zarzamora  asked:

sorry for the bother. could you explain a little on who wears what? i want to know what men wore in formal occasions like diners or ceremonies :)

Hi, thanks for the question!

I’m not very knowledgeable on mens’ formal hanfu, but here’s what I’ve managed to put together from various sources:

The most formal Hanfu that a civilian can wear is the Xuanduan (玄端), which is a very formal dark robe; equivalent to the Western white tie. The Xuanduan is basically a simplified version of full court dress of the officials and the nobility. It’s the most formal outfit still used in contemporary times, for rituals and ceremonies, as well as weddings.

The Xuanduan consists of a black or dark blue long-sleeved top that runs to the knees, which is worn over (untucked) a red or yellow shang wrap-skirt, accessorized with a red bixi (trapezoidal decorative cloth), white belt with two white streamers called peishou, and a long black guan (headdress). Wearers may carry a long jade or wood tablet.

Here’s a Xuanduan with a blue top:

Men’s formal hanfu also includes:

- Shenyi (深衣): a long full body garment, which can also be equivalent to a white-tie for men (but not as formal as Xuanduan). The black and white outfit below is a type of Shenyi, as are Quju and Zhiju.

- Quju (曲裾): curved-hem robe, in which the bottom hem of the left lapel spirals its way up to the waist of the wearer.

- Zhiju (直裾): straight-hem robe. The Zhiju got its name in contrast to the Quju. Unlike the Quju, the Zhiju’s bottom hem circles around levelly, hence a “straight” line.

- Yuanlingshan (圓領衫) and lanshan (襴衫): closed, round-collared robe; mostly used for official or academical dress.

- Daopao (道袍): the formal wear of choice of scholars and gentry in the high and late Ming.

Hope this (very brief) overview helps! :)

fight me || park jimin

summary: park jimin has become infatuated with his patient. 

based off this

nurse!jimin, stupidcollegestudentwhoistoostressedtoeatandisalsoeverysingleoneofusreadersoutthere!reader

fight me? 

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