Owen reaching out his hand? That wasn’t just him needing comfort. That was Omelia beginning to heal. That was him letting her be his rock. That was him allowing himself to be vulnerable again with her, to stop fighting it. There’s still work to be done, but Omelia will survive. I feel it in my bones.
I’m gonna reach out because I haven’t in forever, and so many of you have stuck around with me for goodness knows how long or why, and I love you all for it. <3
Yes, I do plan on participating in Zutara Smut week on my nsfw blog, but beyond that, I have so many unfinished projects and things I want to draw for and eegads! I have some time before moving on to fellowship (outside of studying for boards of course…)
This isn’t a commission offer. This is, if anything, a way for me to get my head on straight and stay on track with something.
Any projects you’d like to see me finish for sure? Any fanfic illustrations you’re dying to see? Any reminders about pieces I “promised” but never quite got around to?
*finds The Impala parked on the street*<br>
What a beautiful car. This is a classic isn't it? Look how big and shiny. Oh look at it's panels with brushed aluminum trim. This is a fine piece of mechanical bliss. I wonder how it feels to drive it. Nice.
Baby! Oh how beautiful you are in person.<br>
* starts taking mental measurements of the back seat, to check if all the Destiel action described on fan fiction is possible*<p/><b></b>
tbh i ship older kidge. right now i see their dynamic as more friendly/ platonic, but the romantic potential is there. once they’ve had the chance to grow/ learn more about each other as a person do i see them becoming a (cute) couple !!!!
i love kidge because the two arms of voltron, despite being their own totally different characters, have a lot in common. they both are very stubborn. they both are intensely curious about things that interest them. they both would give up so much for the ones they care about. and i can see them bonding over that.
we’re seeing development in keith that i sorta saw in pidge somewhat. for instance, in season 1, before episodes 4 and 5, pidge was much more focused on finding her family than being a good teammate. it took the near capture of the castle ship, voltron, and her teammates to make her realize that her fellow voltron paladins (and the alteans) are just as important to her.
now, skip over to season 2. the blade of marmora. keith is also super hung up on his past– so hung up, that he agrees to fight in the trials of marmora because they might know how he is/was. eventually he also realizes that his teammates are more important than his past.
so yeah, i think keith and pidge went through similar development. they both found a new family in their teammates, and allura and coran. their past/ families are still very important, but they both learned to prioritize what is more important right now, and became all the stronger for it.
i can definitely see them interacting to the point where they fall for each other. they have similar experiences, after all. plus, they’re the arms of voltron. they’re gonna have to get in each other’s heads and work together on a regular basis. for the sake of voltron, their teamwork’s gonna have to be en-point– just like the time keith yelled “go loose, pidge!” and the food fight ensued XD. they’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other to say the least.
setting all that seriousness aside, i can also see the spunkier, dorkier sides of their personalities as a good match. keith, i love you, but sometimes you can get a little clueless. pidge has a whole ton of spunkiness that makes her character super fun. but both of them have a whole ton of sass. so, is that a good recipe for silly shenanigans and amusing bonding moments in my book???? yes, it is.
and look i rambled. whoops. there’s so much more to kidge that i love, but at this point most of it would be cute/ funny scenarios that i either imagined in my head, or read from fics on tumblr (kudos to you kidge writers !!!! i appreciate you guys a ton !!!!)
now, before i end up writing a novel on this, thanks for popping in, anon !!! i hope you have a good day :D
people are probably offended by or bashing emma watson bc of what she said about batb being better than cinderella, but she’s not wrong???
batb’s female lead is not a damsel in distress like in cinderella. really, beast is the damsel in distress in this story, and belle is the heroine who comes to break the curse. while cinderella is a good old classic fairy tale, batb is much more modern and pro-women.
i hate when someone in my family is like
“you just gotta be positive 😂😂👌👌👌 depression isnt 🛇🛇🛇 real boo 🙅🙅🙅 get out there 🏞🏞🏞😂👌and do some good yoga 😍😍😍💖💖💖💖😂😂😂👌👌👌 and drink your water 👌👌👌 you can do this i believe in you 😀💖💖😀💖😀💖💖😀☝☝😂👌👌😂”
shut the fuck up mary and leave me the fuck alone if i wanna be a pissed off cave troll then fucking let me i l i t e r a l l y did NOT A S K
Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings are for him.
Author’s Notes: Lots of fluff and funny bits for this one (as an American I need that right now). There wasn’t enough Bucky in the last part! Tags are on the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged. Hope you enjoy!
I knew I was being unreasonable. I kept pacing back and forth in my apartment. I needed to work up the nerve to be around Bucky again. It had been a week since my outburst in the gym and we had both been able to effectively avoid each other. I was being ridiculous. I missed him terribly and my night terrors were back in full force without his company. The lack of sleep made me irritable and everyone at the compound went out of their way to avoid me.
I bit my lip nervously as I walked down the hall. Everyone else was on a mission. It left just Bucky and myself at the compound until sometime tomorrow. This was no doubt orchestrated by Tony and Steve to force us to interact. I cautiously walked to his apartment and gently rapped on the door. “Barnes, are you in there?” I asked cautiously. There was no response. I huffed quietly to myself, chewing deeper into my lip as I paused to gather my thoughts. “Listen I know I acted like a total ass the other day…” I rambled.
“Yes, you did,” Bucky replied from behind me with humor in his voice. I yelped in surprise. I had been so focused on the door in front of me that I hadn’t heard Bucky approach from behind. “Pizza?” he asked cautiously as he offered up a box to me. “I was actually headed to come get you. I have beer in the common room waiting for you…” he trailed off.
“Sure,” I shrugged awkwardly and followed him. We sat down on the couch together and Bucky turned on the television. As he was casually flipping through the channels I peeked at him through my lashes. “Buck…”
“Hm?” he said distractedly but I saw his muscles tense when I said his name.
“I’m really sorry about the other day. I was out of line. I’m not sure what got into me,” I mumbled while looking at my hands.
He pulled his attention away from the television and looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “It’s fine Y/N. But… what was it about? You’ve never…” he trailed off looking back at the television. I could tell his pulse had quickened by the vein in his neck. It always seemed to push out a little when he was stressed.
“I… I know. It just… When I saw you with her I…” I swallowed hard. I couldn’t get the words out. I knew if I talked about the feelings that had plagued me I wouldn’t be able to take it back.
“Nothing happened.” He was looking at me earnestly now. “Steve invited her here. She wouldn’t stop talking to me… I hated it. Then she spilled something on her shirt so I offered to give her one of my spare ones… She followed me into my room and nearly accosted me. I told her to leave…. Y/N I would never… You know I’m not into that kind of thing…” he paused awkwardly waiting for me to say something.
“Well… I mean… I don’t know that. We’ve never really talked about that before Buck…” I shrugged my shoulders sadly and fixed my gaze on the television. I could feel him gazing at me intently and struggling to find the right words to say. We had never had this issue before.
“Well we’re talking about it now,” he sarcastically retorted as he shot me a grin. I playfully jabbed at him but he countered and gingerly grabbed my wrist. It was as if the sudden contact had solidified something. He paused and looked at me with a sheepish grin. Letting go of my wrist he scooted closer and put his arm around me. I snuggled my head gingerly on his shoulder. We had done this before. Physical contact helped me ground myself after night terrors, but this was different. Our bodies seemed to be drawn to one another and I found comfort having him beside me.
“Ahem.” What on earth was that sound? I sleepily looked through my lashes at several blurry figures.
“Oh this is just wonderful! I see that our arrangement did wonders for you two!” Tony blew passed Steve nearly yelling at the couch. I sat up immediately on high alert which caused Bucky to roll off the couch beside me and crash onto the floor.
“What the…” Bucky grumbled sleepily as he rubbed his head. He slowly opened his eyes, wincing in the process, “Oh for Christ’s sake Tony!” he mumbled.
“No this is great. This is really great. Now we can all have family night again without things being weird between you two,” Tony chuckled as he strode out of the room. Steve grinned at both of us sheepishly as he made his way towards the hallway leading to the apartments.
“Well that was awkward” I groaned into my hands. “Also, can Steve manage to keep ONE secret? Ever?”
“Don’t worry about it, doll. Tony just likes to embarrass you,” Bucky replied as he pushed himself off the floor. He turned to me and offered his hand, “Walk you to your room?” I grabbed his hand and he lifted me off the couch. The feeling was still there – the comfort and peace that had been eluding me for the last week. I walked beside him down the hall; our hands brushing next to one another as we went. As I opened my door Bucky paused at the doorway. He looked like he was struggling to make up his mind about something.
“Would you like to come in? I figure we could both use a few more hours of sleep,” I said meekly, looking through my lashes at him as a small smile lit across his face.
“Sure,” he replied as he walked in behind me and closed the door. As I was walking to my bed I heard him stop behind me.
“Buck what is..” I turned around, but was cutoff by the crashing of his lips against mine. The kiss was tender, and sweet ––urgent even— but far too short.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile,” he said grinning at me. I could feel the heat rising up my neck and creeping up my cheeks as I struggled to keep my breathing even. He followed me to my bed and wrapped his arms around me. As I snuggled close to him I drifted into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.
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This photo. I’m dead. I *just* joined Tumblr, so I hope I’m doing this right - I just wanted to share this story with everyone.
MegaCon Tampa 2016 was my (and my kids’) first con and it was the most amazing experience. I was so nervous about the photos because I paid a LOT of money for the photo/autograph package and my kids tend to make silly faces in pictures and not smile. My 3yo (mini doctor) does not like strangers (and I wasn’t sure whether, at his age, he would make the connection that this tall bearded man is the actor who plays “the spiky hair Doctor” on TV and therefore we love him.) Afraid he would just see DT as “random bearded stranger”, I was envisioning an awkward disaster, but reminded myself that whatever happened would be a fun memory regardless.
I was elated to find out that our photos and autographs would be 1st thing in the morning since we had purchased the “Ultimate Fan Experience” package. I knew at least the kids would be at their best and probably not cranky yet. We arrived early and stood in line with some of the most amazing people. My mini doctor was finally allowed to play with his sonic screwdriver, and everyone was very patient with his incessant “sonic-ing” at their costumes, jewelry, merchandise, and various body parts.
We walked into the photo “booth” with about 2 people in front of us, as David & Billie’s faces both lit up when they saw the kids in costume. I think Billie even pointed at mini Rose. I told the person in charge that it would be just the kids in the photo, and she motioned me to stand by the cameraman during the photo. I am SO GLAD I was not in the photo because I got to see the entire scene unfold.
**YES I RAMBLE! HERE’S THE GOOD PART IF YOU SKIPPED AHEAD**
David bent down, opened his arms enthusiastically to my son, and said, “Come here!” Then something magical happened - my son went right to him without hesitating and David picked him right up and turned toward the camera. It was adorable and precious and so many other adjectives but mostly just random letters produced by flailing at the keyboard because adjectives don’t do it justice. Both kids and myself were beaming as we stepped out of the booth to retrieve our photo - but the photo checker motioned us BACK INTO the booth (I’m guessing one of the kids blinked during the photo). I was devastated - there was NO WAY the whole scene would go as well the second time. We squeezed back into the area, and David again opened his arms to my little guy. He practically ran into David’s arms, like he was greeting his daddy coming home after a long day at work. It was incredible. In fact, my mini doctor was so enamored with David, he forgot all about his precious sonic screwdriver until David reminded him, “Point the sonic! Right there! Right at the camera!” It was just amazing seeing David so attentive to my son. Several of the people behind us in line also got to witness the magic and have told me that the scene was one of the highlights of THEIR MegaCon as well! And most of my fangirling has been over David, but the fact that my mini Rose is also smiling in this pic is a HUGE testament to Billie’s sweetness and friendliness. We had literally practiced making a nice smile for the photo and all I got was a blank stare. Rose is by far my daughter’s favorite companion and I know she was completely thrilled at meeting Billie and how Billie squealed over her costume (On a side note, Eleven WAS her favorite Doctor - but I think she is a TEN convert now after meeting David!)
We moved on to the autograph line and waited while David and Billie finished the rest of the photos. My 7yo (mini Rose) wanted to say something to David - I wasn’t sure we would have time to say much at all but when we got to David I said, “She wanted to tell you something” and he patiently leaned over the table to hear her and said, “What did you want to tell me?” She told him she loved his performance in Much Ado, and I mentioned that she was a big fan of Shakespeare after watching him in Much Ado and Hamlet. He said “Oh, I love hearing that!”
She also got to ask him a question in the DT/BP panel at the end of the day, but I will save that for another post!
Hi! If you don't mind me asking, what/who is your mobile header a picture of? (You're an amazing artist, by the way!!)
Hello! and THANK YOU! <3
I’m assuming you mean this little banner thing, right?
Lemme tell you a story of my twelve-year-old self who loved writing and had a ton of notebooks filled with short stories all of which have no conclusion whatsoever. I don’t actually remember writing any of it but I picked up a story about twin superheroes and I drew them - reinventing them too! It’s an entire concept of having one hero per generation - like an incarnation of sorts and pictured here are the heroes - or legacies as I’d call them of the Medieval Era and the 25th Century. It’s also an excuse for me to merge my two favorite tropes of sci-fi and fantasy. I’m not sure what I’ll do with this idea tho? I tried to launch it back last year but it kinda went silent.
I actually have this thing thought out - like I do many things but I dunno; it’s a really weird story about time travel, genetic templates, clones [?] and alternate realities ??? It’s like a massive sci-fi cliche cauldron. I’ve also based the main Legacy on Cameron Monaghan because I can.
also military-esque uniforms and organizations and bad guy is not the bad guy and everyone’s being played for the real bad guy’s benefit and there’s this twist that I don’t want to say because this still might go somewhere and ???
It’s also lowkey an excuse to get some costume design off the ‘for use later’ pile in my folders. and I can’t find the third one - it’s a red costume because I’m a sucker for color-coded groups and RGB seemed a good idea ??? It can be barely seen here (*rolls eyes at dark aesthetic me*)
I found this sequential piece tho’ It’s a little small but the piece above is here without all the dark filters and all
I also made an icon should I make this a thing (Zed Gunn is the lead’s name - and yes, it is one of those, ‘that can’t be his real name’ things. Maybe it’s not? maybe it is? Who knows?)
I digress. The answer to your question is actually just, ‘they’re my OCs’ I have a habit of talking too much ??? Especially about these kinds of things ??? It may not be what you meant ??? but here it is for the world to see ig ???
His jaw cracked as he yawned loudly his arms stretching above his head. He shivered as cold air blew against his exposed stomach. Pulling down the hoodie he left his room and walked to Jonathan’s room. Knocking on the door he stared down at the colorful design of the hotels carpet.
Looking up when he heard the door open he saw,
“Brock? What are doing here, weren’t you rooming with Marcel?” Pausing Ryan glanced at Brock. “And why don’t you have any clothes on?”
Brock looked down. He had a towel wrapped around his hips. “Yesterday and last night was super crazy so I just bunked with Jon.”
Ryan just nodded. “Can I come in?” Brock nodded and opened the door wider. Walking in Ryan saw Jonathan laying in bed, snoring. Smriking evilly he ran towards the bed and jumped onto it, landing on his stomach. Jon let a loud grunt, cursing loudly.
“Fatass.” Ryan heard him mumble. Ryan giggled as he sat up on his chest. Something gleaming in the light caught Ryan’s eyes.
Looking down at Jon’s chest he blurted, “Yon have your nipples pierced!? When? Why? How- okay no I now how. Did… Did it hurt?” Jon stared at yawning as Ryan rambled.
“Yes I did. Like when I was 19 or 20 because I was drunk and Luke dared me too. And no it didn’t really, mainly cause I was drunk.” Jonathan said rubbing his tierd eyes. “Why you asking so many questions?”
When Ryan didn’t say anything and a light blush painted his cheeks, a smirk grew Jon’s face. Ryan’s blush deepened, “I..uh… I might want to…” Ryan trailed off the tips of his ears burning.
“‘Might want to’ what?” Jon questioned teasingly.
“…get my nipples… pierced.” Ryan mumbled under his breath.
Jon pushed him off his chest and stood up. “Then let’s go.” Jon said walking towards the door.
“Put some clothes on!” Ryan heard Brock yell.
“Shut up!” Jon yelled walking back to his bed, face even his chest red from embarrassment. Ryan hid his burning face in his hands, laughing.
“When are we going-” Ryan quickly slapped his hand over Jonathan’s mouth cutting him off. The others stared at them confused and amused. Ryan jerked his hand back quickly, a disgusted look on his face.
Wipping his hand on his pants leg, Ryan hissed quietly, “Shut up! We’ll talk about it later.” Jonathan nodded before leaning onto Brock. Picking up a piece of bacon Ryan looked around the small diner.
A hand on his thigh caused him to choke on his juice. The hand quickly moved to his back patting him. “I’m fine.” He breathed out, answering the consernded stares. The hand rested back on his leg.
“Did you know?” Luke asked quietly, lips brushing the shell of Ryan’s ear. His hand lightly squeezd Ryan’s thigh.
“'Did I know’ what?” Ryan glanced over at Luke, a shiver running down his spine at the look in Luke’s eyes.
“You talk in your sleep.”
“No I don’t.” Do I? Oh god, did Luke hear…
“’Ah L-Luke, please. Luke faster.’” Ryan’s face burned bright red as Luke laughed. Punching Luke in the shoulder Ryan looked away. “Aww did I embarrasse you?” Luke cooed into Ryan’s red ears.
Ryan stayed silent as he glared at Luke. Okaysilenttreatment, Luke thought.
“Hey Ryan come on we got to go.” Jon said walking over to him. Ryan nodded and stood up.
“Let’s go then.”
Everyone at the table watched the two leave. “Where are they going?” Tyler asked breaking the silence. Luke just shrugged. What are they doing…
I'm self diagnosed(after a LOT of research) and just going through reblogging all of these that I associate with and honestly, pidge gunderson autism made me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because yes idk I'm just rambling now but I love this blog thank you keep doing the good
also pidge is Perfect ok?
thank you to everyone who submits bc honestly? yes pidge is autistic but also that was posted before i even started watching voltron.
also, related note: everyone in voltron is autistic, i dont make the rules.
okay OKAY LIStEN. It’s 2 in the morning, I have an exam in less that 6 hours, but I can’t stop bawling my stupid eyes out because of this fic. (I literally regret all the decisions i’ve ever made up to this point in my life) A bags of chips and apple juice usually does the trick but NOTHING can fix my shattered soul right now.
Oh wait. Don’t let me scare you away from this horrendously beautiful fic. It’s harmless! If you consider your soul being torn out from your body and disemboweling every organ and suffocating slowly in a sea of emotion and spontaneously combusting at the same time as harmless! don’t say you weren’t warned BE MY GUEST AND GO RIGHT AHEAD.
No but actually, please do read this fic, even if your not a drarry shipper! (plus I can’t suffer alone) It’s 96k of brilliantly strung words that makes you just want to read certain parts aloud and feel the words roll off your tongue and ugh just have 5 tissues at the ready and you’re set to go. The author really is brilliant, it saddens me to see their not active anymore.
SO yeah, I have been reminded once again why I don’t read fics, because of THESE MONSTERS RIGHT HERE. Okay I haven’t read them in a very long time and the first one I stumble upon broke me and I’m nothing but happy about it. If you have any way of pulling me out of this hole I was flung into, please do. (I should be getting some sleep) but send me a message or something and we can ramble about this together (i swear i’m not that needy) .
Yes I am rambling but this work touched me dearly and I don’t regret reading it at all (it’s really worth it). Also, if you’re not very comfortable with nsfw like me, there are a few bits in this fic you might want to skip over (hence the rating) but honestly, they’re not that important to the story so it’s completely fine to just skim over those parts.
Yes I’m online Yes I see your requests in my inbox No I’m not working on them right now I have an order on my fiverr I’m working on for 3 sigils, it’s got a time limit and I’m earning money from it so it’s my top priority right at this second I will not be posting them publicly
I’ll let you all know when I’m getting back to work on my sigils on this blog, yes, it will be today Love you all~ Till then I’ll still be open to answering informational questions