you are so beautiful goddamn it goddamn it

Wonder Woman, a summary
  • Amazons : Diana, don't risk your life
  • Diana : i'm gonna steal all those armory stuff and kick a God's ass
  • Everyone : Diana stop being so attractive
  • Diana : *gains +10 beauty everytime someone says that*
  • Steve : there's a sniper in that clock tower
  • Diana : i'm going to fucking blow off the tower
  • Soldiers : don't go into the no man's land !!! It's very dangerous !!!!
  • Diana : hold my drink and fucking watch me
  • Arès : kill that woman please
  • Diana : *lifts a goddamn tank*
  • me : do you even catch a breath
  • Diana : *does the little smiling head tilt*

i am physically and emotionally crying he revealed his real name and identity to the summoner he trusts them THAT much AND HE VOWS…TO FIGHT FOR THEM…….AND WITH A WIDE SMILE WHILE HES AT IT IM SO…………………..

  • Me about every single song in Anastasia no matter how many times I listen to it: oh my god,,, this is it. This is the best song in the show. It's so beautiful oh my god
Returning the Favor

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The next morning (after the events of “Beard Burn”), Steve’s girlfriend returns the favor ;)))

A/N: this is intended as the sequel to Beard Burn! Yay! Look i finished something that i promised i would do! Thanks again all you beautiful people for getting “Beard Burn” over 1k notes.  That’s crazy,,,

Warnings: all smut, some fluff.  oral sex (mr), language

Words: 2260

tags: @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @daybreak96 @doct0rstrange @trade-baby-blues @yourtropegirl @lipstickandwhiskey @captainumeboshi @emily-james-barnes

also: @bkwrm523 you seemed excited about this ;)

and @daughterofthebrowncoats i dk i just tag you in everything and this is blowjobs ;)

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(I should have used this gif for the first one dammit)

The next morning, you wake before Steve, eyes fluttering open against the annoying morning sun; you’d forgotten to close the blinds last night.  You groan and roll over onto your back, hitting Steve, who immediately wraps an arm around your stomach.  You glance up at him, expecting to find him awake, but he’s still fast asleep on his side, one arm bunched under his pillow, the other now lazily thrown across your stomach.  You smile and reach a hand up to run through his beard.  He looked so cute like this, his mouth open, lightly snoring, eyes squeezed shut against the sun.

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I had a dream last night that I was Megamind

and it was E X C E L L E N T.

It was pre-movie; I was in the middle of an evil plot that was outside the Evil Lair and Roxanne was there (!!!) and tied up, only it was really windy out and she said she hadn’t gotten her hair cut in a while, so it was a little long. 

And it kept blowing in her face, so she finally got annoyed enough with it that she told me to get a pair of bobby pins out of her purse and pin it back for her.


aaaaaaahhhhhhh and I brushed her hair back from her face and I ALMOST DIED OF HAPPINESS, LET ME TELL YOU.

Also, it is INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT to pin someone’s hair for them when you have never had hair of your own, so I was S T R U G G L I N G, but Roxanne thought it was funny and she laughed (!!!)

And I finally got her hair pinned out of her face, and she jokingly asked if she looked funny and I was already pretty flustered so I was like “no no; you look really pretty!”

and she raised her eyebrows at me and said I must rate my skills as a hairdresser pretty high and I started babbling about how she always looked pretty and it was EXCRUCIATINGLY EMBARRASSING OH MY EVIL GODS.

But Roxanne seemed to think that was funny, too, which (!!!! ??? !!!!)

And then Metro Man showed up, only I’d been so busy with Roxanne that I hadn’t actually even set up the evil plot, so I decided to pretend that there…wasn’t an evil plot. And we were still technically on the Evil Lair grounds, and Metro Man isn’t supposed to attack there unless there’s an evil plot happening.

But Metro Man was all suspicious, so I was like “no, really, nothing happening here” only he insisted that Roxanne was there, and barged past me to look for her and I was like ‘shit’, but when we got to where she had been tied up, she wasn’t there.

(she must have escaped while I was gone)

So Metro Man left and I was like “well, this day is a bust, might as well take a nap,” so I went to my bedroom and took off my shirt and lay down on the bed and okay, maybe I wasn’t exactly intending on napping, per se, but luckily I didn’t do much more than think about…that…because 



And I screamed and launched myself off the bed.

When Roxanne finally stopped laughing at that, she told me she’d gotten lost looking for the exit after she escaped, and had hidden in the closet. 

She also added “now you know how it feels when people break into your house and jump out at you, Megamind.”


And she was leaning up against the doorframe of the closet and I was on the floor in front of her, trying to find my shirt so I could put it on, only it was all inside out and I was flustered because Roxanne (!!!) was in my bedroom (!!!) and she was looking at me with this–expression of amused fondness and it was really difficult to try to function with that happening–

She was teasing me about screaming, which she never does, when I woke up.

…and I just realized, typing this out, that she could have easily waited for me to fall asleep before sneaking out to find the exit, but she deliberately came out of the closet while I was still awake, so she must have wanted to–see me–talk to me–interact with me more–


Punk (Chap. 9)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3423

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, enemy deaths, i think that’s all…*shrugs*

A/N: Chap.9  finally, I know!  This is a it of an information dump/setting the rest of the story arc up chapter.  I tried to dial down the angst since you lovies all told me how you cried on the last chapter :( and put some action and humour in instead.  I hope you like this one and I CAN’T WAIT to give you guys chapter 10 in a few days so please stick around through this one!  it’s worth the wait!

**I’m actually legit terrified that i peaked with the last chapter and nothing will ever be as good, especially this chapter, but i hope to give you guys a good story for the rest of the series.

Feedback fuels my life btw….and the picture is from google…i searched for beautiful things… ;]

“Kiddo, wake up we gotta go.”

Clint’s rough, scratchy voice woke you from an uneasy sleep.  Your head was pounding and your eyes felt sticky, as if they’d been glued together in the night.  “Mmm, wha—w’as happ’nin’?” you mumbled, rubbing a hand down your face. 

“Problem in Brooklyn, we gotta go.  Get dressed,” Clint replied.  He smacked your leg and the bed bounced as he got up and walked towards the closet.

“What about the desert? Nebraska?”

“New Mexico,” Clint clarified with a snort. “There’s no desert in Nebraska. Remind me to get you a map for your birthday.  Now, get—up.” He ripped the blanket away from you, causing you to squeal as cold air rushed over your legs.

“Gah!  I’m up! I’m up!”  You jolted upwards and scrambled out from the bed.  

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onyourleftbooob  asked:

I'm sure it's been reced before but I want to rec archiveofourown*org/works/10659162/chapters/23589582 again because I just read it and it was one of the best stucky fics that I've ever read. It was entertaining/funny as hell while not losing its stakes. It had delightful cameos from outside the MCU and it also had fourth wall breaks which I've almost never read it fics. Oh, to top it all off, it's cap!steve/modern!bucky. If anyone hasn't read this fic yet, please do so it's beautiful.

Thank you for writing in!

Dishonor On Your Cow by mandarou

“Sergeant Barnes?”

“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.

“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”

Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.

“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”

“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.

Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.

“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.

Ok but consider for me if you will...

Harry is searching for an engagement ring for Draco. Nothing is good enough obviously because how does anyone buy a once in a lifetime piece of jewelry for the Prince of Slytherin. Especially when he’s Harry Potter and all he knows about jewelry is what the various magical jewelers have told him. And now he finds himself sprawled on the floor in the 20 something-th jewelry store he’s tried, surrounded by squawking sales people telling him the various advantages of different goblin made pieces. He pays them very little mind because in his mind it’s not them disappointing him, it’s him disappointing Draco. He feels tears start to prickle behind his eyes as thoughts invade his mind that if he can’t even get this right how can he kid himself that he deserves Draco? Fixing him breakfast in the mornings and stroking his hair when he has nightmares, not to mention the way their personalities and humor and magic were so compatible it almost burned too bright. But it was perfect. He was perfect. And Harry couldn’t possible find the ring to say all this and it’s not like he was great with words. So now he was on the ground in a jewelry store hours away from his home with tears in his eyes and all he wanted was his goddamn boyfriend to be his goddamn fiancé.
Harry gave himself whiplash he turned so fast towards Draco’s drawling voice. He looked beautiful. His his cheeks and nose were pink from the cold and snowflakes were stuck to his blonde eyelashes. His grey eyes were somewhere between confusion and amusement. And that was just the last straw for Harry. He burst into tears. Draco yelped and ran to Harry, sitting next to him and putting his arms around him so that Harry’s head rested on his shoulder. He looked utterly bewildered.
“What’s this all about? Didn’t you have something to drop off at work?”
Whoops. Harry completely forgot he’d told Draco that to get away for the afternoon to shop. Harry sniffed and looked up at the man he loved so much and figured it was time to throw his cards on the table.
“ImsosorryDracoIjustloveyousomuchandcantfindaringgoodenoughforyou” he said, all in one shaky breath. Draco looked shocked, then affectionate, the started to laugh.
“What’s so funny? Are you laughing at me you prat?” Harry said indignantly.
When Draco could finally catch his breath he responded “No no love it’s just funny. How long have you been looking?”
“Since Halloween”
“Me too!” Draco explains with a chuckle
“You’re kidding” Harrys face lights up, finally understanding that he was not being made fun of and he began to laugh too. “I’ve been to over 20 stores without buying one” he choked out.
“That’s nothing” Draco says “I’ve bought a ring from almost every store I’ve visited because I think they’re beautiful and you deserve everything beautiful” he went slightly pink at this because they weren’t usually this sappy.
Harry however just grinned at the confession “Well at the risk of sounding like a cheesy fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing and I already have you so you’re worrying was pointless” Harry pressed a quick kiss to Draco’s cheek.
Draco nuzzled his cheek against Harry’s hair, smile bright enough to light up the room. They sat there for a moment before Harry broke the silence “you know what this means right?”
“Hm?” Was all Draco gave as an inquiry
“Well” Harry began “now we both know we want to get married”
Draco chuckled and kissed the top of Harry’s head. “I suppose we do. Though I knew you wanted to marry me I just figured you were too afraid to ask”
“Afraid?? I’m a Gryffindor for Christ’s sake I’m not afraid. I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you right now” Harry retaliated indignantly.
“Ok” Draco said with a sly smile
“Yeah let’s go to the courthouse. We’ve waited way too long as it is. The rings can wait”
Harry contemplated for a minute before realizing he didn’t need to think about it this was all he’d ever wanted. “Yeah. I’ll take you up on that let’s go”
Draco beamed and helped Harry up and they walked out, ignoring the disdainful glares from the sales people. They apperated to the ministry and as they stood outside they exchanged a look. Green eyes bore into grey and Draco smirked at his soon-to-be husband.
“Scared Potter?”
Harry grinned in response before answering “You wish”
He thought for a second and then added with a wink “Potter”

Your Savior - 41

Ok, I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am to post this chapter! I have been planning this one since almost the beginning! I will warn you all that it is a bit of a downer, so if you’re in a good mood maybe save it for a rainy day. As always I live for feedback, so please don’t hesitate to comment or message me about this or anything else!

Originally posted by negansslowlyburn


Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)

Your Savior Masterlist

Chapter 41

“Simon, I’m telling you, I don’t give two goddamn shits that Little Timmy and the Dick Brigade are missing. That man doesn’t know his asshole from a hole in the ground. His dumb ass is probably lost or they stumbled across an un-tapped liquor store and they’re drunk as my Daddy at 10am. No search party. They will come back or they won’t. Honestly, if they don’t it would be worth it just to not have to put up with his dick-swinging all the damn time." 

You paused in the doorway of Negan’s room, unsure if now was a good time or not. Simon stiffened when he saw you, but Negan was the exact opposite. He rose from his desk and sauntered over to you, licking his lips hungrily. "Well hello beautiful.” He purred, pulling you into his arms. “Why don’t you fuck off Simon? I’ve got some important business to attend to." 

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send a sentence or send ✉ for a random starter. some trigger warnings apply. continued under the cut. change as needed.

  • kind of a strange guy, huh?
  • don’t be assholes. you want to hear this or not?
  • you know, i’ve seen all the different types.
  • we all fit a certain category.
  • i was just a regular-type dude with a big-ass dick.
  • a smart guy who’s steady is hard to find. 
  • i’d offer you a seat, but uh…
  • past a certain age, a man without a family can be a bad thing.
  • this is gonna happen again. or it’s happened before.
  • you get that from one of your books?
  • listen, this is a stupid time to mention this, but you got to come to dinner.
  • there’s nothing i can do about it. maybe not today. maybe not tomorrow. 
  • i’m gonna have a drink.
  • people out here, it’s like they don’t even know the outside world exists.
  • might as well be living on the fucking moon.
  • can i ask you something? you’re a christian, yeah?
  • i believe that people shouldn’t talk about this kind of shit at work.
  • look, i’d consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, i’m what’s called a pessimist.
  • i’m bad at parties.
  • i think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution.
  • huh. that sounds god-fucking-awful, ___.
  • i wouldn’t go around spouting that shit if i was you. 
  • people around here don’t think that way. i don’t think that way.
  • so what’s the point of getting out of bed in the morning?
  • i get a bad taste in my mouth out here.
  • i got an idea. let’s make the car a place of silent reflection from now on.
  • what should i bring for dinner?
  • when you’re at my house, i want you to chill the fuck out.
  • i’m not some kind of maniac, all right? i mean, for fuck’s sake.
  • fuck that prick.
  • we’ll lake two large long Island iced teas, please.
  • what kind of tits does she have?
  • you get pills pretty easy?
  • this place is like somebody’s memory of the town, and the memory’s fading.
  • stop saying shit like that. it’s unprofessional.
  • you get any sleep last night?
  • i don’t sleep. i just dream.
  • you believe in ghosts?
  • i’m gonna have to call a little timeout, make a beer run.
  • why is this so important to you all of a sudden?
  • she was high. fucked up.
  • what the hell? you can barely stand up.
  • i don’t drink ‘cause I’ve had trouble with it before.
  • have some more coffee and just try to make 10 minutes of conversation.
  • people change, relationships change.
  • i believe that shit leads to cancer.
  • then start asking the right fucking questions.

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Basically, no goddamn words. I never thought I’d ever get this far, ever, but god, I’m so grateful. Thank you all, so so much for following me, I love you so damn much. 

I wanted to shout out to the many people who’ve made my days brighter, got me through tough times, friends that I’d never expect to make. Those who don’t judge me for who I am, who accept me. Because of the many people I’d like to acknowledge, they’re all under the cut! It took me ages to write a bit about everyone. Sorry if I forgot to include you, I still love you.

For 1k followers though, should I :

  • host a writing challenge
  • open up moodboard requests
  • fic drabbles
  • anything else? (ships, no. I’m still traumatized on how to do those)

once again, thank you all so so much, this is something I’d never expect to happen  ♡

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oh my god i love him and i want to adopt him. he just slayed every beauty youtuber out there.

Perierat et inventus est (2)

Bucky x Steve x OC


Notes: angst, fluff, smut, violence, torture/conditioning.

A/N: Made up my mind! Original character it is. Liiiittle bit of smut in this one ;) enjoy! 

“Hey Stevie? You home?”

I hardly push through the door and I’m already calling out to him. God, I’m so whipped.

“Buck? You’re home early” Steve walks into the hallway, wearing jeans and a -oh so very tight- black t-shirt. “Don’t tell me you got fired” he jokes as he wraps his arms around my waist and keens up for a kiss. We’re almost the same height, I only have a couple of inches on him but he makes himself somehow smaller in moments like these. I know it’s instinct, but it still hurts sometimes. He always wants to do better, when he’s the best I could ever wish for.

“Why is that the first thing that comes to mind, babe?” I scoff at him after pulling away from his plush pink lips; I could kiss those lips all fuckin’ day.

He smirks at me, that familiar defiant glint in his eyes makes my body heat up and my heart flutter in my chest. “I did not get fired, thank you. I have the afternoon off because I got all my work done and tomorrow we start a four week assignment”

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