okay, but everyone portrays Trini as “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about school” but… do you remember Spinelli from that Recess animated show? She acted as if she failed every assignment but she actually had grades similar to Gretchen… What if Trini was secretly the biggest nerd (besides Billy of course) and they all find out when they show up in Trini’s house unannounced and her mom, overly excited leads them to a small studio room where Trini studies, that is incredibly organized, yellow accents, sunflowers by the window and a lot of yellow post its on the wall, pretty notes and a lot of books, the tests, quizzes and assignments that had been returned to her in a stash and they all can see she mainly has As? And that becomes the target of the rest of the rangers teasing and Trini becomes Kimberly’s personal biology tutor, in which Kim is great at but uses it as an excuse to spend time with Trini.
Between the three of you, Minseok’s frantic and consistently dramatic mother, his sister Minhee and yourself, you managed to drag Minseok to his room and deposit him onto his bed.
To say he was a bit inebriated was the understatement of the century. You’d known Minseok - intimately and honestly - for years, and you had never seen him in a state such as this.
He had to have been drinking all afternoon at least, and by the way you saw him drain that bottle of soju, and the fact that there was next to no liquor amongst the shattered bottle that littered the kitchen floor, telling you that he’d downed that one too, you knew he had really done a number on himself this time.
Yeah so basically I want to wear jewelry but I find it very uncomfortable because of my sensory issues and autism. and also I don’t have enough executive function capabilities to do anything complex jewelry-wise, so I’ve literally come up with the simplest and comfortable jewelry I can. It’s a choker you can also turn into a bracelet. It’s made of the softest fabric ever and it’s the only necklace or bracelet I’ve been able to wear in 10 years I’m not kidding. It’s secured with a safety pin so you have to do the least possible stuff. Pick from 10 inches long to 25 inches. You can also get it in white with these little blue and green accents, or white with yellow, orange and pink accents.it’s so soft god i love it.
cute stuff doesn’t have to be complicated or uncomfortable and disabled ppl deserve it to please and thanks
A/N: This is another requested imagine that at first I didn’t honestly know how to interpret. I’m never written anything about abuse, and I didn’t know how explicit to be as it can be awfully rough. So, I hope you guys don’t mind my take on it. It is kind of a bit of a different writing style and I think I actually really like it. Let me know what y’all think of it! Hope you enjoy, my lovelies!
Request from Anon:
okay I asked cause I was thinking about reader x sirius where reader is really good friends with the marauders and being generally a very bubbly person (which is why sirius likes her so much) but one summer when she goes home she suffers abuse and go back to hogwarts with some bruises and a much sadder personality and all the marauders try to find out what’s happening and are the biggest sweethearts also reader and sirius bond over having suffered family abuse?
At first, red.
The color of your stinging skin after it happened. The stains on the towels as you tried not to make a mess of the bathroom floor. Your bloodshot eyes after hours of crying yourself to sleep.
She didn’t mean to do it. You justified this as a slip of her hand, a rush of her temper before she could compose herself. It was the first time it happened, and you quickly dismissed it as being an outlying incident. Muggle violence was most definitely not a pureblood way, and it surely would not be repeated.
Red stayed for a week or so, only vaguely leaving a small form of itself as a scar on your skin where it stung and ran outside your body days prior.
Summary: You haven’t been on a mission in months, you stay behind your desk at SHIELD headquarters a lot recently. When Fury calls you for an important undercover mission, well, you cant really tell him no , can you? You just wish you knew what you were getting yourself into beforehand.
Pairing: Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (kinda)
It takes you a minute to snap out of your shock, but then you quickly follow behind Steve. As you step In the house, you scan your new surroundings. You slowly walk around the TV room, your eyes going to the line of pictures on the mantel of the fireplace. Each one sent a wave of warmth in you , every picture is of you and Steve. The wedding photo of you two dancing is what your eyes are stuck on. Damn, who ever made these is seriously talented! Part of you is jealous, wishing that what the pictures portray could be real. The other part of you , the more sensibly side, is reminding you that you are in fact on a mission .
You hear footsteps from behind you , and you can feel Steves body heat radiating off him .
“ The house isn’t bugged, Captain.” you say as you turn to face your new husband.
He nods, a blush creeps over his cheeks as he begins speaking, “ Ill never understand how they could make these pictures so real.” he says, his eyes going to the wedding picture .
“ Who ever did it is very gifted,that kind of technology is still a mystery to me too. I’m Y/n , by the way.” There is a small hint of awkwardness between the two of you , but you don’t expect anything less. He shakes your hand, your heart feels like its going to beat out of your chest at the contact. I need to control myself, this is for business, not pleasure.
You clear your throat, “ Want to fill me in on exactly what I’m walking into?”
He nods, sitting on the couch , gesturing for you to join . You take the seat next to him.
Steve spends the next hour explaining details. You two are newlyweds, that just moved here to start your life together. There is a retirement party being thrown for a Sergeant at the station in a week, and families are expected to be there. It would be suspicious if you didn’t attend, risking blowing this mission is not an option; that’s why you are here. You aren’t here just to play arm candy for him though , you are to get close with the others families to see if theres any hint as to who is HYDRA . Steve also informs you that A lot of these men have government ties, the chance that their ties are also Hydra is high . The last thing this country needs is anymore Hydra agents in government positions.
. “Okay , so the house is the only safe zone as of right now. Everywhere else, our cover is up . You know what that entails, right ?“ you shyly ask .
"uhm I - yes ma'am . We have to act like a real married couple. Hand holding, kissing- ”
“ You sure you can keep up with the PDA ?” you tease . Steves cheeks turn pink, his eyes crinkling as he shoots you a goofy smile.
“ Don’t worry , I wont get too handsy. Maybe ” you wink as the last word leaves your lips. You didn’t think it was possible, but hes blushing even harder. This is going to be interesting.
You spend the rest of that day learning more about your covers, memorizing all the details you could about Chris Smith . When its time for bed, Steve tries to take the couch . What a gentleman .
” You know, if we want to sell the part we should start getting comfortable around each other Steve. You’re sleeping in the bed, no arguments.“
He didn’t try to argue , he agreed with your point. You follow behind him as he guides you to the master bedroom, which is a lot bigger than you thought itd be. It was very spacious, with a giant bed placed against the back wall. The walls are grey , yellow accents placed around the room. You feel oddly at home already . You both agree to sleep in what you’re most comfortable in ; leaving Steve in nothing but flannel pants , & you in a baggy tee& underwear.
When you finally collapse into bed, Steve stays more than an arms length away . Has he ever shared a bed before?
” i don’t bite Steve, you don’t have to lay all the way over there.“ you joke .
He shuffles closer, but still not close enough . He is not making this easy . You bite the bullet, scooting yourself back until your ass is against him. You hear him gasp at the contact, making you slyly smile.
” you okay with this?“ you softly ask, not wanting to push him too far .
” yeah “ he releases a loud sigh , he lightly drapes his arm over your waist, testing the waters to see how you’ ll react. When you don’t flinch, he properly rests his arm over you , his hand grazing your bare thigh .
” Good night Steve.“ you mumble, letting your eyes slip closed .
” Good night, wife.“ you feel him smile against your hair, your lips twitch up as you finally drift asleep.
The doorbell jolts you both out of your sleep, you send Steve a ‘wtf’ look before he rolls out of bed , throwing on a t shirt and sliding a gun into the back waistline of his pants. He’s out of the room before your feet hit the ground . Your scitter into the bathroom, shedding your tee and sliding into the silk robe that is hanging on the back of the door. You tie it around you , then grab your pockey knife from the bathroom drawer and slip it into your pocket in case. You bolt from the room, but as you approach the front room you hear an additional voice that you cant recognize.
” I was in the neighborhood, thought id drop by so i could finally meet your wife Smith! You cant hide her forever!“ the voice teases. Who ever this man is sounds harmless, but you know not to judge a book by its cover.
Steve goes to speak , but you interrupt . Putting forth your best innocent voice,
” Sweetheart, what- Oh , hello .“ you say shyly, pulling your robe tighter against your body .
” You didn’t tell us she was this beautiful man!“ the man says, slapping Steve on the shoulder. You watch the blush rise on Steves face when he sees you ,The robe was short and black, hitting you about mid thigh so it showcases your legs perfectly.
You giggle as you shake the mans hand,
” I’m , Peter . You must be the famous Anne,its nice to finally meet you.“ he says with a smile.
” Its nice to meet you too Peter! I’m looking forward to meeting everyone else at the party next week .“ you say as you move to Steve side , interlocking your hands as soon as your close enough .
" You don’t have to wait that long sweetheart, me & my wife are having a bonfire tonight . Some of our neighbors, along with co workers will be there! Give you two a chance to meet new people other than our co workers pal. ” He says , elbowing Steve in the ribs. Oh crap, we need an excuse. I’m not ready! I was banking on having a week to prepare more before having to be in this situation! Your smile doesn’t leave your face as your internal panic increase . Little did you know Steve was worrying as well . Before Steve can politely decline the offer, Peter adds,
“ I’m not taking no as an answer. We’ve all been dying to meet Anne, we’ll see you 7 !” he says as he walks out .
Editors note: This new look at untitled 1969, gives us a more detailed and furious look than our original scan here, which is widely seen around the internet. There’s far more red-purple in this version as well as more brush detail and accents of yellow peeking out from under. The more exciting thing for me, is that now we see the full bleed canvas, where before we were a little cropped on the right and tightened on the edges. This color scheme now is close to the more serene Grey and Mauve painted the same year.
Our former, more pastel view is beautiful and still, but this new one fits better into Rothko’s 1969 style: more dark and stormy than calm.
Originally when Washington was reassigned to the Mother of Invention and cleared for new armor, he was supposed to be bright yellow with gray accents. But, he pitched such a fucking bitch fit about how goddamn stupid that looked the PFL technicians backpedaled and reversed the color scheme for him. He then spent a week whispering, quietly, “why the fuck is everyone rainbow colors?” while Maine just forced himself not to grin.
He became friends with Connie because her armor is sensible and brown and doesn’t fucking draw fire.
Fic request: sportarobbie meeting the parents (can be robs or sports)
(( I actually started a fic that involved rob meeting Sportacus’s parents aa!! I’ll post the first part here nd if u friends think its good I’ll post the rest? its very,,,, cliche btw heres pt 1!!))
Aya was a short, round woman with smiling blue eyes framed by beautiful waves of raven. Often you’d see her with her tresses up in an unruly bun, with random locks curled around the sides like a black palm tree held together by an orange hair tie. She wore a simple matching sundress that went past her knees, a look she was known for, and a decadent hat to complete her outfit. She was a good mom, and a good wife. Usually, Sportacus was glad to see she was calling him.
Minerva was a tall woman with a thin waist which contrasted startlingly to her wide, muscular chest and her broad shoulders. Most of the time she wore a red suit with yellow accents, and let her straight auburn hair flow from her scalp down her shoulders and halfway down her back. She had a deep, rumbling voice that floated around the bottom of any room, filling it with a pleasant and comforting rumble in the background. It usually filled Sportacus with the same kind of nice feeling. But as it rattled through his phone and into his ears, he sat on the edge of his bed with a frown.
“Minerva, I promise I’m very happy as I am!!” he said to her.
“Listen to your stepmom, baby,” Aya chimed carefully. He felt a pang of annoyance at his mothers’ persistence.
“Mom, I don’t need to date anyone,” he groaned, watching the sun set through the front window of his airship. “I have lots of friends! The kids keep me company all day-”
“But who keeps you company at night, Sport,”
“Mom!!” he hissed, feeling his face light up in a deep embarrassed red. He heard Minerva laugh, a deep, booming, dracula-esque laugh. He felt the way he subconsciously made a draw to a vampire was ironically accurate in this situation.
“Sportacus, we just want to make sure you’re not lonely,” she said. “You haven’t dated anyone since… since Krell, and you’re long overdue for a relationship,” she said. Sportacus sighed softly. He was tired of having this conversation, and tired of thinking about Krell.
“I am dating someone,” he said tiredly, without thinking. He gasped slightly at his own audacity. How could he have just lied to his mothers? He immediately went to take it back but he heard how delighted both of them seemed.
“That’s fantastic!!” Minerva said, and her wife added, “Why didn’t you tell us before?”
Sportacus paled. “Because it's…” he tried to think of someone his parents wouldn’t approve of. “Robbie Rotten.” He immediately paled. Him in a relationship with… Robbie Rotten? He swallowed a lump in his throat and ignored the pleasant feeling in his chest when he thought of holding the tall man, kissing him…
The line was quiet for an uncomfortably long time.
“Glanni’s boy?” Aya asked softly. Sportacus had heard stories about the famed villain, but Robbie’s father was long gone when Sportacus came around.
“Yes,” he said, his voice quivering. It was quiet for another moment before Sportacus heard Minerva say, in hushed tones:
“There’s no one else who’d love him.”
Sportacus’s heart dropped to his stomach.
He listened silently as Aya added, “What if he’s too much like his father?”
“He couldn’t be. You remember him? Such a sad boy,” Minerva reassured her. After this she said, “Sportacus, why don’t we come down and visit you and Robbie?”
Sportacus froze. “…huh?”
“That’s a great idea. I’d love to see you and Robbie!” Aya said.
“…….huh?” Sportacus asked again.
“How long have you two been together? What base have you gotten to?” Aya asked him.
“I don’t- Mom!!!!!”
Aya and Minerva both laughed, but Sportacus began to feel sick with guilt and worry.
“We will be down to visit you soon! How does Wednesday work, Sportacus?” Minerva asked. Sportacus looked at the calendar. It was Monday.
“Sure,” he said. His voice shook but they didn’t seem to notice. They exchanged their goodbyes and hung up.
Sportacus dropped the phone and slid off the front of the bed to his knees. How had he been so desperate to… lie to his mothers? He had blatantly lied and now he was suffering the consequences. He laid down on the floor and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to overtake him as the gears in his brain spun and whirred in and pathetic attempt to come up with a way out of his predicament.
Today I got nervous about my Jury and math presentation, so I doodle to help me stay clam which it did a little bit… And now my environmental presentation about Canis Rufus being endanger and another presentation about Midsummer Night’s Dream on my English class is coming very soon which I think I’m going cry when it come… I’m just afraid that people wouldn’t understand me because of my bad accent. That’s the only thing I’m nervous about.
Friends. Buddies. Pals. I need approximately 10 billion fanworks involving/centered around the paladins and their colors.
First off: klance fandom, nice job makin’ the most out of that red/blue thing?? Very good.
Second: Hunk/Lance/Keith fandom, nice job working that primary colors angle, I approve!!
EVERYONE ELSE: this is an untapped resource of wonder and I have helpful suggestions from your friendly neighborhood artist. if u would kindly consider the following!!
Keith/Pidge: red and green are complementary colors. I know Christmas has kinda ruined this color scheme for everyone esp non-Christians but we can take it back!! Also red-green color blindness is the most common kind. Pls talk to me about an entire alien race that cannot tell the red and green paladins apart, despite other physical differences. Or decide this means they’re, like, bonded.
Pidge/Lance/Hunk: Yellow and blue make green, pals. Pls talk to me about how Pidge is the intermediate step between Hunk and Lance and they all connect on different levels. Science. Memes. Ridiculous plans that come straight out of TV shows and would never work. I need more Garrison trio in my life.
Hunk/Keith: first of all red and yellow what more can I say my friends?? Second, pls talk to me about the yellow accents on Keith’s stupid jacket and how eventually they make Hunk a little hot under the collar.
Pidge/Shiro: Green is the only lion that has black on her. That giant black shield thingie. I love it, so much. So much. Also in some art, most commonly with life/death motifs, green is used as the opposite of black because it is the coloring of living/growing things.
Similar to this, Keith/Shiro and Black being the only lion to have red on her with those giant wings.
Shiro/Keith/Pidge and the color-sharing between the lions. Pidge is upset Keith doesn’t complete the circuit so she puts a green bumper sticker on Red.
Okay the paladins’ special ‘guardian of’ powers and how they intersect are a WHOLE separate (hopefully better organized) post but I think u guys get the idea.
There are so many directions the color thing can be taken in, shippy or gen, for every paladin. I just would like to see more of it period! Lemme know if stuff like this already exists so I can go worship the hell out of it and thanks!!
Dragon’s Breath Opal, the fusion of @rainbowmoonstonesu’s Rainbow Moonstone and my Scheelite 😘
The weapon is an axe/scythe, and the claws on the opposite end of it can open and be shot like a grapple hook. She has Rain’s pyrokinesis and hydrokinesis, and all the yellow accents on her outfit glow.
Thanks for letting me use your awesome Gemsona for this, I hope I did a good job 😅