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Bruised

Request: Can you do an imagine where Peter and the reader (who he is dating) are sparing, and after they change out of their suits, Peter notices bruises on the reader and freaks out that he went to hard on them, only to find out that they are actually training a lot more than he originally thought. Maybe the reader has powers too? (I really love your stories! Keep up the awesome work!)

A/N: Damn, I enjoyed this one.

Word Count: 1,307

Warnings: Some sexual content? Not much.

Masterlist 

“Watch yourself, Parker. I don’t want to hurt you,”

“Oh don’t worry about me, Y/N,”

You and Peter were at the Avengers compound, training (Per Tony’s request). You had been training a lot more recently, Tony insisted that the two of you, being the youngest and most inexperienced Avengers, needed to practice sparing, especially in your suits.

Peter was in his Spidey suit, while you wore one similar to Natasha’s. Although, you were more than a trained assassin, you had powers as well. While your powers were somewhat similar to Wanda’s, you had them better under control. Some of the other Avengers often called you “mini Wanda” or “Mini Natasha”.

You enjoyed sparing with your boyfriend, Peter. You were both very strong, the only downside is that Peter was faster.

It was the third time this week that you and Peter were sparring. He always insisted on doing it almost everyday, knowing it would please Tony.

“Need a break, Y/N?” Peter asked.

“Oh please, are you sure it’s not you that needs the break?”

Peter threw a punch that you dodged. You quickly kicked up your leg and hit his side.

“Nice hit, Y/N”

You ignored Peter’s comment and swung your arm towards him. Peter grabbed your wrist and twisted your arm around, flipping you over so you landed on your back.

“C'mon, Y/N, let’s keep going,”

“Just give me a minute,” you breathed.

You had your hand pressed tight against your ribs. The sparing had really been taking a toll on you physically. Having a mission every once and a while wasn’t all that bad, but fighting Peter every day has left you quite sore and bruised.

“Did I hurt you?” Peter asked, worryingly.

He offered you his hand to help you up. You accepted his offer and struggled to get up while keeping pressure on your ribs.

“I think I’m done for the day,”

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Y/N. You know I’d never do it on purpose,  right?”

“I know, Pete. Let’s just clean up and get outta here,”

Peter started to put all the equipment away while you caught your breath.

“Do you want me to help you up to your room?” Peter offered.

“No, I’ll be fine,”

You both started heading out of the gym, towards the elevator. You winced with every step you took. Your lungs felt compressed, you were afraid you would roll on your ankle with every step you took. You clenched your teeth and tried to hold in the pain, not wanting Peter to know how much he had hurt you from the past few weeks of sparing.

Peter worryingly walked beside you, carefully watching you.

You were both silent on the elevator trip up to your floor.

“Do you need anything, Y/N?” Peter asked, walking you to your bedroom door.

“Actually, could you get me some ice for my ribs? They’re slightly aching,”

“Of course,” Peter placed a quick kiss on your lips and ran off down the hall.

You slowly made your way into your room. You were tempted to just lay down on your bed and stay there, but you stunk like sweat and could really use a hot shower.

You managed to pull your pants off no problem, but the intricate design of the top is where you knew you were going to struggle.

After a few moments, you managed to get off the jacket and shirt underneath “fuck you and your designs, Stark,”

You stood in the centre of your room in only your sports bra and underwear when the door opened.

“Y/N, I have ice,”

Peter closed the door behind him, and turned towards you. He froze when he saw you.

“Oh my god,” he said quietly.

You looked up at Peter. He had a solemn look on his face.

You looked down at yourself and your body was covered in bruises and cuts. There were purple and yellow marks all over your body.

Peter walked closer to you. He dropped the bag of ice on the floor and placed a hand gently on your waist, while he traced his other hand along your stomach over your bruises. You winced when his fingers touched your ribs.

“Did I do this to you?” He whispered.

You bit your lip, but didn’t answer.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry,”

“It’s okay, Peter. I’ve had worse,”

“Y/N, you’re covered in bruises. I can’t believe I hurt you like this,”

You lightly pressed a hand against the side of his face, “Peter, I’m okay, really,”

“No, Y/N, you can barely walk,”

“But I can still walk. I’ll heal soon, my dear. But maybe we can cut down on these sparring sessions,” you said

Peter nodded. You continued to stand there with Peter. His fingers lightly hovering over your bruises.

“I’m so sorry, baby,”

Peter leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. You moved your lips against his, wrapping one arm around the back of his neck.

Peter’s grip on your waist tightened and you flinched from the pain.

Peter let go of you. You could tell he was in just as much pain as you were. He was so upset he had hurt you as much as he had.

“Hey Parker, do you think you could help me with something?” You asked

“I could definitely use a hot shower, and by the smell of things, so could you,”

Peter gave you a small smile.

“Would it help if I carried you to your bathroom?”

“No, no it’s fine. I’ll walk,”

Peter walked slowly beside you as you hobbled over to the bathroom. Peter closed the door behind you.

You tried to pull your bra off over your head, Peter stopped you and lifted it over your head.

“Thanks Parker but I think if you’re going to help me you might need to take that Spidey suit off,”

“Mm why don’t we finish you off first, darling,” Peter said.

He slowly bent down, placing light kisses down your stomach Until he reached your underwear.

Peter slipped his fingers in the side of your underwear and pulled your underwear down. You stepped out of the pair and moved to the side while Peter stood up and pressed the centre of his suit.

He let the suit fall off his body and then stripped off his underwear.

“You have bruises everywhere too Parker,”

“Yeah, but I can still walk. And I have much fewer bruises,”

“Which really makes no sense, since I’ve gotten many more hits in than you,” You said

“You wish,”

Peter rolled his eyes and moved past you to turn on the water.

“Let me help you in,”

You took Peter’s hand and he helped you step over into the tub. Peter stepped in behind you and closed the curtain.

You stepped forward and let the water cascade down your body. Peter came up behind you and pressed his chest against your back. He wrapped his arms around you.

“Careful Parker,”

Peter pressed a kiss against the back of your neck

“I’m really sorry I hurt you, Y/N,”

“You really need to stop apologizing,”

“From now on we’re not sparing as often,”

Peter pressed another light kiss against your neck, “I love you Y/N,”

“I love you too, Parker,”

EXO Mafia Reaction: When somebody threatens/scares you

||| Anon asked: I’d like to request EXO!Mafia AU reaction, where EXO promises reader they’d never hurt her/always protect her after she gets threatened and gets scared? |||


Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

As soon as he found out about the threats you got he sent his men after them.

“I guess somebody wants to see what I look like when I’m mad.”


Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by minniedeer

He would have trouble believing somebody is stupid enough to try that and would ask you yourself.

“Could you please point me to the idiot who dared say those things to you?”


Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

He would make sure nothing like this happens ever again.

“You know you can trust me, right? The threats they made are just empty words.”


D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

He immediately noticed the change in your mood after speaking to one of his men. He would straight up come up to him and punch him in the face.

“You and me are about to have a nice talk in the basement.”


Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by katherine8595

He would be so pissed instead of comforting you, he would go find the ones who did it first and take care of them.

“Saying those things to her will be the last words you ever spoke.”


Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by zitaoa

He would convince you that you have nothing to worry about as he would never let anyone hurt you in the first place.

“You’re safe as long as you’re with me.”


Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by datkaidoe

He would try not show you how angry this got him.

“If you just wait for me here for a few seconds, I have some business to take care of.”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by sefuns

Seeing you scared made him worry that you will actually try to leave him, so he would do his best convincing you that it’s not a big deal.

“Whatever they told you, I just want you to know that I would never let that happen.”


Luhan

Originally posted by ludork

He would make sure that every gang knows what it means to mess with him.

“If I see you like that one more time…”


Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by royalyeol

He would tell you over and over again that he would never let something happen to you.

“Jagi, calm down, they won’t be able to as much as touch you.”


Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by junmyeonspadawan

He would tell you the same thing he said when he first met you.

“Don’t be scared of something like this, you know I will always protect you.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by ohhsenshine

After calming you down, he would go on a hunt.

“I swear to god, when I find them I will break their fingers off one by one.”

thepagejakeenglish=>modernluigi

The day has finally come that I change my main blog’s URL!

Thanks a ton to everyone who has followed me through the Jake years! If this is where we part ways, it’s been a pleasure being on your dashboard and I’ll always be around if you want to say hi in the future. If you’re still here for memes, gaming, and good vibes, I invite you to stick around for what good good content I can provide, like a podcast, for instance!

Don’t miss my Jake days too much, because @thepagejakeenglish will be the site for all the good Homestuck and Jake content I see as it comes by my dash! Though it’s not huge anymore, I’m not leaving my fond history behind. I mean, how can I? Jake and all of Homestuck remains a very important part of my life that I’ll continue to enjoy whenever it passes me by.

This main URL maybe temporary and a whole bunch of changes will be happening to my blog on the whole, so bear with me!

Again, thank you to everyone reading who’s been following me and I hope to still see you around!

Call Me That Again (Part 2)

Cody Christian x Reader 

Request : @steph-oliveira

words : 1.5k (I WAS SOBBING) 

Summary : the wedding

note : I have no idea about Christian weddings. I’m just gonna write what I know via Movies and tv shows. Sorry if I get things wrong. I’m not Christian.  

Also, it feels so weird writing this because I know he is a real person and I’m not writing about Theo, a fictional character that you can change up the way you like. When you write about celebs you always have constant thought ‘what if he’s not like this, what if they’re this completely different person and you’re writing them different, the authenticity is gone’ it’s really weird. I’m not complaining. Do you get what I’m saying?

ALSO, LISTEN TO PERFECT BY ED SHEERAN WHEN I SAY PLAY THE SONG.

warning : not proof read 

I hope you like it :) i really want this to be satisfactory

PART 1 

MASTERLIST

 

“Are you ready?” Britt asks you peeping through the door. Today was the day. You had horrible wedding jitters. Cold feet. Whatever you want to call it. You were nervous. What if Cody runs? What if Cody says some other name? You brush off these thoughts. You’ve been watching too many sitcoms. Your sister was checking her phone. She was your maid of honour.

You brush your white dress one last time to straighten it out. You were so sure you were going to cry. You were wearing your mother’s wedding dress. You tweaked it a bit, your mom didn’t mind it. Your mom walked in, following Britt’s entrance. She pauses to look at you and take in what’s happening. “My lovely, you look beautiful” she says, her face was overflowing with emotions. You smile at her. “Mama, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me” you say softly holding her hands. She squeezes your hand. “I love you, sweetheart” she says. You already feel your tears brimming your eyes.

“We don’t have time for a crying session, ladies” your sister calls out and helps you with your dress. You squeeze your mother’s hands one last time before letting go. “Where’s dad?” you ask. “outside waiting for you” your mother says and leaves the room. You pick up your flower bouquet and take a deep breath. You nose smells the flowers in your hands. They smelt beautiful. They calmed you down.

You slowly walk out of the room. Your father sees you in awe. “I hope he knows he’s one lucky man” your dad says and you giggle. Your dad always put a smile on your face. The man was full of charisma. You take his arm and put yours around it.

You enter the hall and the music plays in the background. There were people sitting but you didn’t focus on any of that. You couldn’t. Your eyes were set on the man at the end of the aisle. Nobody else mattered at this point. He was looking at you. He looked handsome, extra handsome than usual. a smile crept your face when he smiled at you. This was all so unbelievable for you. You wanted to pinch yourself.  You reached the end of the aisle. He mouthed a little ‘I love you’ to you and you only blushed. It’s crazy how he still makes you blush. It’s surreal.

Your dad almost didn’t let your hand go. You giggle at it and he lets go and kisses your cheek. You stand facing your husband-to-be and he takes your hands as soon as you let go of your fathers. Everything was a blur, you couldn’t focus on anything but the details on his face. The Priest was talking about matrimony and love and everything in your brain focused on Cody. The occasional hand squeezes made you believe it’s true. Nothing could wipe that smile off your face. His hands travelled up to your face and wiped the tear that fell, you didn’t even notice it. The priest asked you to declare your vows. Cody went first.

“Meeting you was a blessing (y/n), and reaching to this point, feels like a miracle. The first time I saw you, I knew you were something special and it would be sin to let you off my radar. I love you and I’ll keep loving you till the last star in the sky shines. I don’t want to make it very cheesy” he admits and you giggle. You hear little chuckling.  

“You are the kindest person I’ve ever known, you manage to knock the wind out of my lungs every time I look at you. You are my greatest supporter, my strength when I can’t find courage to go on. I love you and I promise to keep you happy every second I breathe. Your dad can hunt me down if not” he says and you chuckle looking back at your father. He was giving Cody a thumbs up.

“I hope it never gets to that” he pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead. You playfully and softly hit his arm laughing. “The botton line is (y/n), baby, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, I love you”

“I love you too” you say. You tried to keep your emotions in control but it got harder and harder as he kept talking. It was your turn.

“I’m already a sobbing mess” you say and chuckle wiping your eyes a little, without smudging the make up but you didn’t really care. You hear a soft. “It’s Okay baby” from Cody.  His thumb was rubbing your palm in a comforting way.

“Well, I’m very bad at declaring love, always have been an awkward mess” you chuckle and you hear a few in the crowd too. “Cody, you flipped my world upside down, you never had an idea of how much your presence affected me, still does, I just got better at ‘playing-it-cool’” you say and he laughs. You loved his laughed. It was so precious.

“I always wondered this love that artist sang about or the poets wrote about. It seemed magical, when I was 15, I get it now. I was told only a few people get to experience it, I’m lucky I get to be one of them, especially with you. You changed me so much as a person, taught me so many things, about myself, you and us as a whole.” You smile at him. He flashes one of his infamous dashing smiles.

“You’re my personal cheerleader, You never let me stay sad and I promise I won’t let you have one bad day. It’s a team, we work together, I promise I will keep supporting you and loving you, no matter what” you finish. You kept sniffing through it all. You never dared to look anywhere but Cody.

“Do you, Cody Allen Christian, take (y/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n) as your lawfully wedded wife?” he asks.

Cody looks at you and smiles, “I do” Those eyes could melt you like ice cream.

“Do you,  (y/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n), take Cody Allen Christian as your lawfully wedded husband?” he asks.

“I do, I do” you nod along smiling. He smiles back. You were glad everything went so smoothly.

The priest then made you exchange rings and then said “I now pronounce you man and wife, You may kiss the bride”. You still couldn’t believe it was true. You always thought you’d end up a cat lady and die alone.

“C’mere” Cody says softly before pulling you closer by your waist and kissing you. Nothing tops this. This was probably the happiest you’ve ever been. Your jaw was hurting from smiling so much.

He pulls back and everyone is clapping.

“Ready to eat and dance, husband?” you ask, smiling wide.

“Call me that again”


 

(play ‘Perfect by Ed Sheeran’ now)

I found a love for me
Darling just dive right in
And follow my lead

The song PERFECT plays by Ed Sheeran for you first dance as husband and wife. Cody lead you to the middle of the dance floor. Your anxiety would’ve skyrocketed if Cody hadn’t helped you through it. He took your hand and put it around his neck and placed his hands on your waist pulling you as close as possible. He kissed your forehead as you started swaying.  You buried your face into his coat. It was relaxing after such a stressful week. “I still feel like I’m day dreaming in our apartment” you say and he giggles. He pulls back and little and kisses you. “wasn’t this real?” he asks after pulling back. “You’re silly” you say putting your head on his chest again.

Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look today?” he asks looking down. “I believe not” you say playfully. “My wife looks like an angel” he says and you go red. “I’m never getting used to that” you mutter before he kisses your cheek. The music plays on and the people are still watching.

He suddenly starts singing in your ear just for you to listen.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms” you giggle at him singing. You didn’t expect it. You’ve heard him go at it at raps but not really singing. It was beautiful. You wanted time to freeze.

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

You giggle at his actions like a teenage girl. He had a beautiful voice.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own

 

We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes

He continued to sing to you and you couldn’t help but look at him in awe. You could see the love in his eyes. You could feel the happy tears brimming your eyes already.  

“Darling, you look perfect tonight”

anonymous asked:

How did you get your computer to look so cute!? I'm really bad with technology

OH! omg it’s just a few changes, there’s a program called rainmeter with a ton of skins available you can download to put cute stuff/info on your desktop! :’) the icons are called ‘token icons’, you can set your desktop icons to any .ico images you want but those are just a specific nice set of icons that i like to make them all gray and matching and nice! and the rest are simple settings you can change in the ‘personalization’ tab on your desktop like normal LOL. oh i changed the start orb to a little sakura flower too, i used a separate program to do that too though. 

there’s tons of easy tutorials online if you’re interested in doing anything in particular, i promise it’s super super easy stuff lmao n__n ♥ thank u so much!!!

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There are two things that the Winchesters are famously known for. One, they’re possibly the best hunters to ever lived. Two, they find out everything. So when you had been acting quieter and more conceived in yourself, Dean knew something was up. Sam said it was something with hormones and teenage years, but Dean knew it was more than that.  

The next week when Dean dropped you off at school he went into the building to meet with the principal. Since your mood had been changing after they had enrolled you in the school near by. The principal knew immediately who it was (Once you meet a Winchester you can’t forget them), and asked why Dean was there. Dean explained what was occurring with his younger sister and the man knew what was up. 

Dean’s face fell in shock as he stared at the authority figure as he said “Bullies”. Who would want to bully Y/N? He would find out.

Later that day he confronted you about what he heard, and as the tears slid down your face, he held you and promised that no one would make you cry again.

anonymous asked:

When you're seeing a therapist (in order to pursue hormone treatment) what kind of stuff do they ask you about? I'm booking an appointment soon and I'd like to be prepared.

Lee says:

This is an ask game post that has a lot of questions about being trans, and I chose the seven questions from the list that I’ve been asked by my treatment team to put below.

  1. Do you experience gender dysphoria? What makes you feel dysphoric?
  2. When was the first time you suspected you were transgender? When did you realize you were transgender?
  3. What (if any) steps do you want to take to medically transition?
  4. How does your family feel about your trans identity?
  5. What medical, social, or personal steps have you already taken to start your transition?
  6. How do you see yourself identifying and presenting in 5 years?
  7. Do you feel more masculine, feminine, or neither?
  8. Bonus question! Do you know all the effects and risks of hormone therapy? Can you list what changes will happen?

anonymous asked:

Ello! I'm a big fan of all your work, and I just want to request a prompt if that's alright. Sometimes I like to imagine that the Sonic Boom characters are really just older versions of themselves from the games, thus their personalities has changed a little. For example, Amy is no longer openly obsessing over Sonic. I was wondering if you can write a story that takes place between the Modern!Sonic timeline and Sonic Boom timeline where Sonic starts to notice and question Amy's new personality.

(x)

Aw, thank you so much! This is a wonderful concept to work with! I hope I do it justice ^^

Prompt:

“Oh my hero!!!” A small Amy Rose held her arms out to embrace him.

Why does she do that? Can’t she tell I’m-

Sonic let the strange girl embrace him, but he stepped back a bit; exaggerating his movements as he tried to lightly put his hands to the sides of her shoulders.

With a light tug, he was able to have her let go.

She never seemed to care or notice that he would let her have her movement, before moving on.

But as she got older… She would take any opportunity to try and get closer to him.

It was so exhausting…

Sonic looked up from the outdoor table at the ‘date’ Amy arranged, wagging his foot out that balanced on his knee while he waited anxiously for the day to be over.

At the end of it, Amy insisted on him taking her for a run, even when she would voice that she was getting tried of him simply carrying her all the time. 

She wanted something more… something interesting.

I was always nervous it wasn’t enough for her anymore…

Sonic frowned as she once again would hug him… but this time,…

Before he could even lightly touch her shoulder, she already started to pull away.

At first, he smiled shyly, but now he looked surprised.

Her face… was distant.

Why is she so sad?

Was it something I said?

Sonic began to look over his shoulder, and realize that Amy wasn’t as enthusiastic about keeping up with him on his adventures like she used to be.

Life began to shift, and suddenly she was more interested in little projects here and there then chasing after him.

Puzzled… Sonic took the opportunity to engage her back into his life.

When Tails mentioned an Island where a small village lived, and that they could spend some relaxing years there while Eggman set up camp; he took the chance to see her again.

 With Eggman building a lair there… it was probably best the team hung out there to make sure he wasn’t up to no good.

Would the village be able to defend themselves without him and his team? Pfft.

Sonic smirked and raced off to get Amy, trying to find her anywhere he could.

Amy… Amy… Where are you?

It was always easy for Amy to find Sonic.

And for the first time…

He envied that.

Amy… Amy… Amy..?!

He spotted her in a shop, not having seen her in quite some time.

“Amy!…huh?”

He was shocked to see her so grown… a figure in a new look, a lady instead of a child.

She turned around and smiled. The features on her face still resembled the girl he knew… but something was somehow…

Different.

“Amy…”

“Oh, Sonic!” She happily waved.

He was used to her at least running up to him…

He shook himself out of it, and walked up. “Tails found out where Eggman was vacay-ing too. Want to ruin his fun?” He smirked, gesturing a thumb behind him.

“What do you mean? Like… we’re all going to live there?” Amy blinked her eyes, as Sonic opened his own excited ones and nodded, leaning up.

Amy’s eyes widened, and he was proud to show off his height now~

“Yep! What do ya say!? Up for some more adventures?”

“An island..?” Amy looked away smiling as she seemed to think about it.

She put a hand up to cup her cheek. “Oh! Beaches and jungles! New adventures! And everyone being so close again! How could I refuse?!” She excitedly squealed, kicking a leg up and out.

“Heh, nice try, Amy.” Sonic stuck his nose up, “But just because the island is small, doesn’t mean you’ll be able to catch me off guard or anything.”

It was mostly said to be sarcastic and humorous, but he was surprised by her response.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter. It’ll be fun to hang out, but I’m more excited about getting a tan!” She turned to the fabric and picked something out. “Besides, you’ll probably see me fighting off Eggman too! I’ve changed a lot in a few years! Oh, I see you let your hair grow out on your arms? Nice!” she lightly went to feel, before giggling and turning back, flinging a brown fabric towards him.

“Hmm… This one is good, but maybe this outfit won’t go well with a scarf..?” she kept looking around, before flapping her hands out as if giving up. “Oh, who am I kidding. It’s a ISLAND! I won’t need a scarf!” she laughed and dashed out, before waving off to him.

“See you at Tails’s, Sonic!”

He held the brown fabric… almost hurt by the fact she didn’t flirt back or even try too…

He looked down at the scarf…

“…Maybe you won’t try…” he tied the fabric around his neck like a bandanna, and then smirked, turning around. “But I haven’t given up so easily! And I know you haven’t either!” He dashed towards Tails, admiring his new fashion statement.

He held it up by a hand before taking a sniff and looking up. “All she needs is another push… shouldn’t be a problem!”

However…

Arriving on the island, Amy acted more like a ‘chum’ than she did beforehand…

It was easier for him to be around her, but odder for him to see her the way he used too.

It was kinda sad for him, to see her not even try and make a move, but also made things more comfortable in that he could always be around her and not feel the need to keep any walls up.

They ended up getting closer…

And when Amy did make plans for something, she never called them ‘dates’, and he was able to say ‘yes’ to more alone time with her.

He… kinda liked that.

It was casual, easy, free…

“That was fun, Ames!” Sonic stated, walking her home one day before she stopped laughing and turned to look at him.

“Ames?”

She seemed almost touched, as he turned around and put his hands down from behind his head, scratching his nose and avoiding her stare.

“Oh yeah. I thought it’d be a good idea for a nickname. It doesn’t bother you, does it? I know it’s not really original or nothing, but it’s quick, rolls off the tongue, kinda cute when you say it right and well-”

She suddenly hugged him.

He was surprised, it had been a long time…

His arms came down and so did his eyelids, but she pulled away right before he could even try and return the embrace…

He nervously moved back as if he wasn’t going to hold her back.

“H-heh.. what was that for?” he acted cool, playing it off as he lightly rubbed his arm, growing… strangely more awkward and nervous than he ever had before…

“Oh, just a thank you…. Sonic.” she smiled… something he could never pull his eyes from.

He smiled back.

“Glad it made ya happy,… Ames.” he winked.

She nodded and continued to her home, “Well, this is my place. Sorry for the hug, by the wa-”

He slammed his hand on the door at lightning speeds, suddenly stopping her from advancing as she flinched back, and turned to him as he leaned on the door.

His elbow now kept it shut as he looked to her and then away, trying to once again seem ‘casual’ and ‘cool’.

“Sorry? F-f-for what? I’m used to it. It’s been a while. Ehem. Are those shoes new?” he looked down.

She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t seem to realize he was stalling…

“Hehe, the whole outfits new, Sonic.” she looked down and moved her shoes around, showing off before flipping her hair and posing a second. “Haven’t you noticed?”

“More than you’d think…”

“Huh?” she blinked her eyes open as he stared at her…

“Bah-wh-wha-whelp!” he clapped his hands and moved off the door, before gesturing to it and swaying his arms out that way. “You’re probably tried and haa~ So am I~” he stretched and faked a yawn. “You should get to bed. I’ll um… just… walk around here.” he kicked a foot out, putting his hands behind his back and whistling as he took off with a merry little bounce in his step.

she was still suspicious, but figured- this was Sonic we’re talking about- and looked up, shaking her head at even thinking the thought, before heading inside.

When she closed the door… Sonic turned back to it, his smile suddenly becoming a genuine look of missing her.

Now that Amy’s holding back… I’m starting to want some of the old days back…

He sighed, his shoulders coming down as he looked forlorned and kicked a rock out.

Guess I’m just a few years too late…

His eyes suddenly lit up as he looked to her window.

Or maybe.. just too slow!

He looked around and a few feet away, there was a sunflower that was lying on the ground. Probably blown off from the strong winds the islands got.

He opened his mouth wide into a grin, and looked back at her window.

He took some courage and grabbed the flower, heading up to the window.

However…

Before he could surprise her, he heard her conversing on the phone.

“Boyfriend? Oh please! I’ve moved on since then!”

His face sunk a little… his excitement leaving him suddenly…

She waited a second before responding to the person on the phone. “Emhmm. I’m a new woman now! you know what that means! The world is mine for the taking and I don’t need any stinkin’ man!”

Sonic dropped the flower into the room and dashed off.

“Haha! That’s right! And this time..-”

Well, if that was the case… might as well just let life take it’s course…

Get close while I still could be close…

-What he didn’t hear-

Phone: So you’re not gonna call him your boyfriend anymore?

“Boyfriend? Oh please! I’ve moved on since then!”

Phone: Oh.. you’re taking on a new strategy then!?

“Emhmm. I’m a new woman now! You know what that means! The world is mine for the taking and I don’t need any stinkin’ man!”

Phone: hahaah, that’s right! Only a ‘Hero’ will do!

“Haha! That’s right! And this time…-

                                         I’m gonna make that Sonic respect me!

                                                        With his own free will….

                                                                He’s gonna fall and chase me into love!”

Phone: Good luck, Amy! Me and Cheese are rooting for you! ‘Chao Chao!’

Amy hung up the phone after saying goodbye, before almost stepping on something that crumbled slightly under her feet.

Reaching down, she touched her heart and admired the beautiful sunflower, before looking around and up at her roof’s window.

“Did you get blown in here, little fella?” she smiled and looked down at it, putting it into a water jar.

“There. Now you can flourish in a new home!” She lightly stroked the petals. “Much like something else I hope will grow..”

(I thought the progression would look something like this..? xP Idk)

anonymous asked:

i have been thinking about cutting my hair off for months now, but as soon as i'm about to book an appointment at the barber i get anxiety. I don't like my hair at the moment but it feels like i will regret it and feel ugly if i cut it short. I don't know what i want. It's like i don't even know who i am at all anymore. i can't make desicions. what should i do? about both the hair and my anxiety. how do i figure out who i am? i just want to feel secure in myself again.

about your hair: i totally feel you every time i feel the need to have a haircut! but it’s just hair and it’ll grow, and so long that you don’t make drastic changes (i.e. getting a pixie haircut after 5-10 years always having a long hair), you shouldn’t worry too much! my advice to you is make an appointment with someone who has experiences doing a haircut that you would like, that way the stylist can tell you whether or not that haircut will suit you, or if it doesn’t look good on you, what style will. 

about your anxiety: i’ve never had to deal with real, major anxiety before, i am lucky enough to feel comfortable with myself, so i’m probably not the right person to talk to about this. however, i find making lists (of things i have to do, say, etc) very relaxing. that way i can keep myself accountable, and thus feel secure about myself. i also find comfort in speaking with a few of my friends that i find trustworthy, and i hope you have someone you trust that you can talk to as well. but if you are in an immediate danger and you feel that your anxiety is something that you can’t handle alone, please speak with a professional asap!

anonymous asked:

I am going to be a senior (high school) this year and I have no idea what to do with my life. I have been illustrating for years and I absolutely love it, but nursing is the more practical option. Any tips on how to choose which pathway? Side note: You are such an incredibly content maker and seem so humble and Kind!

Awww, this is too sweet.

Okay, one thing I want you to really take to heart and hear is that times are changing quickly and you don’t just have to do one thing for the rest of your life. I know lawyers who are leaving the profession to open yoga studios, nurses that are getting teaching certificates. Everyone is becoming some kind of blogger. I think you should learn as much as you can in college, but the things you learn in class (if you follow the nursing $) is only part of what you’ll learn. I went to school for journalism and broadcasting and in a lot of ways I’m doing that, but I also went to school when Tumblr, FB, and YouTube were starting out and that completely changed my path. I had a roommate who was an art major and borrowed her camera a lot to learn how to take good photos. I taught myself photoshop to make my myspace background better. I think illustrating is dope and you don’t have to stop doing it to be a nurse, but you also don’t have to be a nurse forever, or at all. So this was probably not that helpful, but my point is that you can do so many things so worrying too hard right now about exactly what you want to do with your life is unnecessary. We get to live as many lifetimes we want while we’re here, choose all of the things that hold your interest. xx

anonymous asked:

do you think it's feasible to hide from my family taking hormones (estrogen, etc.) for 3-6 months? or should i wait until i'm on my own?

It’s such a slow process that no one really notices. It feels fast because its happening to your body but u can easily hide the changes. I’ve been on hrt for 17 weeks and 4 days. That’s almost five months. The only thing I have trouble with is hiding my boobs. Your nipples will get very big and dark so you’re going to need to wear a bralette so they don’t show through your shirt. Also wear baggy shirts in general because around 3 months is when the breast tissue will start to form more rapidly around the bud under your nipple. You won’t want to be hugging anyone because they will hurt but remember not to hug anyone anyways because they will be able to feel your boobs on their chest. That’s how my mom found out I was on hormones lol. Also before you start, call your insurance company and endocrinologist and pharmacy make sure they can’t disclose any information to your parents. I have to pay out of pocket for blood tests because if I dont, the insurance company has to send a bill to my adress and my parents would definetly open it eventhough its illegal. Your face will change though. My top lip is bigger and my lips are darker just like my nipples. My eyelashes are probably double the length they were, my eyebrows are less bushier, my skin tone is more even and my pores are smaller. The way you speak might change because of the shift in emotions so be mindful of that. Your vocal chords will not change though. I usually put brown waterproof mascara in my eyebrows to make them look like how they used to. Your jaw will round out a lot and your cheeks will get fatter. There will be less fat in your brow bone so if you have hooded eyes, you might be able to see more eyelid after a few months. The hardest thing for me is hiding my emotions. You’re going to be going through puberty again and if you start acting all bitchy and angsty, they’re definetly gonna notice somethings up.

Vikings / Sons of Anarchy Crossover Fic

So here it is! I didn’t come up with a fitting title so far but maybe next chapter. I already got the feeling that this will turn into a monster. I’m dying to throw an OC into this and see what happens, so this can be seen as a prologue. I really hope you guys like the idea because the next chapter is already in the making.

Naturally this is a bit off canon for both shows. Out of practical reasons the timelines are a bit different, also in this Ivar can walk and is a bit older then he currently is on the show. Later chapters might require more changes (I totally want Opie to be alive) but we will see.

I’m a bit nervous because this is so different from everything I have written before. I hope you guys like it.

@belle-scarre @nekodalolita

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„Have you heared the news from Oaktown?“ Juice came running towards him as soon as he had pulled into the TM lot.

Jax took off this helmet and sunglasses. “Calm down, Juicy. What news are you talking about?”

“There’s a new crew in Oakland. They’ve taken over Lin’s territory.”

Jax narrowed his eyes. “Really? I suppose Lin’s not all too happy about that?”

“He was found dead yesterday morning.”

“Not too much of a loss for the world” Jax stated as they joined Chibs, who was sitting at the picnic table in front of the club house. “So what do we know about this new crew?”

“It’s an MC. They call themselves Vikings. No one knows where they came from, they seem to have appeared out of thin air.” Chibs said taking a long swig from his beer.

“They pop up out of nowhere, kill Lin and take over his territory? They must be more than bold to pull of such a thing. And smart if they’ve found a way of doing that without having to fear the retaliation of the Chinese.”

Chibs gave a shrug. “Or maybe they’re not so smart and the problem will solve itself soon.”

“There’s more. About Lin, how he was found.” Juice added.

Jax looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“It’s just rumors so far but they say that his back was cut open and his lungs were pulled out. Then he was left like that to bleed out or suffocate or whatever. That is really brutal shit, man.”

“And it changes the whole dynamic in Oaktown. What does that mean for us, Jackieboy?” Chibs asked.

Jax rubbed his chin. “I don’t know yet. We’ll have to wait and see. But in the meantime I want you guys to find out everything you can about this MC. We’ll deal with this later. Nero is waiting for me in Stockton to talk about that Diosa expansion.”


On his way to Stockton the news about this new MC were going round and round in Jax’ head. The road was long and straight and there was not much to see besides slight hills and low bushes. Deep in his thoughts, he noticed the dark van that suddenly appeared next to him seconds too late. The side door slid open and Jax hit the brakes, just in time to fall behind as three masked men started to shoot. He managed to get behind the van and out of their sight but relief only lasted two seconds as the driver of the van hit the brakes and he had to take a fast swing to the left in order not to crash into the vehicle in front of him. He looked around for anything that could be helpful, but there was only the straight road ahead and the desert around him. That meant there was only one chance to get out of this alive. He turned the gas lever and accelerated his bike to maximum speed. By pure luck he dodged a few more bullets that came flying past him, but soon the shooters realized that at this speed their chances to hit their target were going towards zero and settled for just following him. For now.

Jax let out a relieved breath as the outskirts of Stockton came into sight. He barely slowed down his bike as he passed the first buildings, desperately trying to come up with a plan to get rid of his followers. Obviously he couldn’t show up at Diosa with them still in tow. He spotted a deserted looking factory hall to his right and managed to drift into the gateway at a deadly tempo, wheels smoking and brakes shrieking. A small smirk appeared on his face as he looked over his shoulder and saw that the van hadn’t made it and had to stop and reverse. He drove around the building and hid his bike behind a pile of scrap metal, although he knew it probably made no difference. Looking for a way in, he found a small dirty window just above his head. He smashed it with the handle of his gun and managed to pull himself up and inside.

Jax heard the van pull up outside and soon after there was a rattle on one of the doors. He found cover behind a rusting dumpster just next to that door. If they came through it and marched right in, he would be in their backs, maybe that would give him the advantage he needed.  A single shot echoed through the hall, followed by a loud crack as the door was kicked open. His plan seemed to work out, for the three men stepped in, totally unaware that he was that close. He waited until they had passed him before he left his covert, gun pointing straight at them as he flicked the safety off.

“Don’t move. Guns down. Don’t turn around. You can try and shoot me if you want but then at least one of you dies here.” He was almost surprised as they obeyed immediately, slowly bending down to place their guns on the ground. “Good. Now slowly turn around.”

The men did das they were told and slowly turned to face him. The moment he realized that all three were grinning through their masks it was already too late. He heard the metallic klick of a gun lock behind his back.

“Drop our weapon and raise your hands.” A voice commanded from behind him.

He had seen three men shooting from the van, of course there had to be at least one more. He cursed himself for his stupidity. He was screwed now. There was no way out of this one.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked as his gun landed on the floor with a clatter.

There was no answer, instead a shot rang out. Jax was startled and for a moment he was sure that this was the end. Surprisingly he didn’t feel anything. Then he heard the dull thud of a body hitting the ground.

The three men in front of him grabbed their guns from the ground and ran for cover. As more gunshots echoed through the factory, Jax decided that it probably was the smart move and followed suit. He found a place where he had good cover but was also able to see what was going on.

Three more men had entered the hall, unlike the first ones they weren’t masked. Two of them had bold heads and thick beards, the third one was dark haired and seemed to be younger than the others and even though they all were wearing cuts, he didn’t recognize any of them.

They were going to work expertly, giving each other cover while moving in on the masked men. It seemed as if the bullets flying towards them didn’t concern them in the slightest. Jax had to admit that he was impressed with their combat skills. He fired a few bullets as well but from his position he had a shitty angle at his former capturers and from what he saw these new arrivals weren’t in need for his aid. As soon as they were close enough one of the two bolds made a hand sign and the dark haired man started to move around the old truck the masked men had found cover behind. As he circled the truck, Jax could see the back of his cut. Vikings MC it said over some strange sign. The conversation with Chibs and Juice this morning came back to his mind. He obviously had found the new Oakland crew. The other two Vikings were keeping the men behind the truck down with steady fire and soon the dark haired one had reached them. No questions were being asked. Three quick shots and then in got quiet.

This was probably the time to get out of here, but to reach any possible entrance he had to get past them. He wasn’t sure if they knew that he was still here until the dark haired one gestured into his direction, addressing the others in a strange sounding language.

Jax tightened his grip around his gun as they approached him. “Who are you?” He asked, raising his gun.

A split second later he was staring into the muzzles of two hand guns. Only the bold guy in the middle hadn’t raised his gun and Jax spotted a President’s patch on his chest.

The President clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Is that the way to treat the guys that just saved your ass?” He was talking with a slight accent Jax had never heard before. “You can put that gun away, we have no quarrel with you.” He gestured for his companions to do the same.

The other bold man slowly lowered his gun but the younger one didn’t move. He was watching Jax through narrowed eyes, his finger tense around the trigger.

The President nudged him with an elbow. “Ivar.”

Jax could see the hesitation in the other man’s eyes and slowly let his gun sink in de-escalation. Ivar followed suit, but he made sure to move just a little bit slower than Jax did and unlike everyone else he did not shove the weapon back into pants but kept it his hand, radiating an air of silent threat.

The President nodded. “Now that that’s settled, my name is Ragnar and this is Ivar, my VP and Floki, my Sergeant.” He said, introducing the group. “And you’re Jax Teller, President of the Sons of Anarchy.”

Jax narrowed his eyes. “You know who I am?”

The Sergeant gave a strange giggle. “Of course we do. We always do our homework, otherwise we wouldn’t be around anymore.”

“Then maybe you also know who these guys were.” Jax said, gesturing towards the four dead men. “And what they did want from me, because I seriously got no clue.”

“A crew of drug dealers from Oakland.” Ragnar explained. “Shitheads mainly, but they thought now that Lin is gone they could become all big and influential. And they don’t seem to like competition, killed one of my guys two day ago. I had someone following them around ever since then and this place seemed perfect to make our move.” He dramatically waved his hand around. “This is how we ended up here.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense. My club isn’t selling drugs.” Jax argued.

“Well then, maybe they just didn’t like your hair.” Floki said with another giggle.

Jax ignored him. “We are trying to keep drug out of Charming.”

“Ah.” Ivar made, tapping his temple with two fingers  and Jax knew what he meant, maybe that was the point.

“Well, maybe we should continue this conversation elsewhere.” Ragnar suggested. “If the people of Stockton aren’t deaf, the cops should be here soon.” He looked at Jax. “There’s a little party tonight at our clubhouse. Why don’t you and your crew show up? Maybe we can work together in some way to both of our benefit.”

Just a reminder to any young black kids following me.

You don’t have to only be into “black stuff”. It’s okay for you to like white actors. It’s okay for you to like white movies. It’s okay for you to enjoy anime. It’s okay for you to like telenovelas. It’s okay if you’re not into hip hop, r&b, rap, etc. It’s okay to like rock music. “Talking white” isn’t a bad thing. You can wear what you want. Be who you want. Be you and don’t let other’s judgement change how you feel about yourself.

a Short Snippet about the New Moon

The best way to think about the New Moon is by focusing on one keyword: new.  The New Moon of every lunar cycle calls for change, fresh orientation, dusting off the old and heading towards the horizon.  

By working with the natural changes of the moon, we align ourselves with its magical energy.  The New Moon marks a time for intention and change, and by setting our “witchy” clocks to its count, we can raise and distribute energy more evenly in those areas.  (However, there are some witches that work on an opposite lunar schedule.  Think of them as the second- or third-shift working witches.  The more you grow in your practice, the more you will learn how you personally tune-in to the moon’s cycles.  Heck, you may even be a witch that aligns more with the sun!)

The New Moon is a fantastic time for visualization: picture what you want to achieve, hold onto that energy, and when you are ready, send it out into the world!  Self-improvement work is best conducted around this time as well, so you might challenge yourself to a gratitude journal or creating an inspiration board.

Hope this helps!

coololdsoulpoetlove  asked:

How would the boys feel while telling reader they're going off to fight in the revolution?

alex

  • he’s set on going and nothing will change that
  • him telling you is more for his conscious than yours
    • it’s selfish yes,, but he’s determined
    • him telling you, in his head, makes it seem okay
    • his mentality is “well, at least i told her”
  • he will write to you as much as he can
    • he tries to stay positive in his letters because he doesn’t want you to worry anymore than you already are
  • he really misses you once he’s out on the battlefield
  • he likes knowing that he has someone to come home to

john 

  • he’s hesitant to tell you
    • there’s only one thing that could possibly make him stay and it’s you
  • he tells you why this means so much to him, what this could mean for your country if you win, etc.
    •  you can tell this is what he really wants
    • supporting him is easy–he’s set on helping in anyway he can
  • he kisses you a ton before he leaves and like your other boys, he promises to write
  • he’s going to miss you but he knows he would have never forgiven himself if he didn’t go
  • john mentions he’d gotten into a duel in a letter and you almost pass out
    • you: “john, my love, i am already troubled by the fact that you are not here with me. please–for my sake–do not put yourself into any more danger.” 

laf

  • he’s like alex–he’s set on going
  • him telling you is just so he can close ties
  • he sits you down and talks to you quietly and you understand
  • the only difference is laf promises to be more careful
    • but when you hear he gets shot in battle,,, you’re freaking out
    • washington suggests he goes home for a bit to recover properly so it is nice to see him despite how horrible the circumstance
  • you try to convince him to help in other ways (”laf, you could supply weapons! you don’t need to fight”) but he wants to be on the field

herc

  • he’s confident that you’ll say yes so he tells your right away
  • he won’t be directly on the field so to him it’s not as big of a deal
  • he will be in enemy territory though and that worries you
    • you: “herc, what if they figure out that you’re a patriot? then what?” 
    • herc: “they won’t. i’ll be careful.” 
  • if he can, he does go home to see you but often it’s not safe
    • once you came to him and he freaked out so you’re not doing that again
    • you: “but hercules, i wasn’t caught!” 
    • herc, taking your hand and pulling you out the door: “no, no, no.”
  • he considers bringing you with him but alex, john, and laf are like “no” so you stay back where it’s safer

how many times must i say this? stop the “klance vs laith” shit right now. don’t let this shit divide us. we are one no matter which name you prefer. drop the bullshit and just use both to avoid fights. also just keep in mind that klance WAS first and *IS* well known and well established already. there’s nothing you can do to change that. the tumblr rating thing for ships uses “klance.” just be happy it still relates to keith x lance no matter what name you use. yes, i know lauren is a voltron higher up, but you guys need to understand that it is too late to change the name since the internet knows it as “klance.” that is why this fighting amongst ourselves is useless. just use both and let things go. one side isn’t better than the other. just use both to please everyone. hell, if you want to remain truly neutral, dont even use either, just putting these tags “lance x keith, keith x lance, lance and keith, keith and lance, space ranger partners,” should be enough.

don’t divide yourselves. that is not what this ship needs. 

LITTLE RANT

“you are so good with kids, you’d make a great parent”


literally no. Yes i might make a good parent but that is not a reason to have kids. Every time i tell someone i don’t want kids they respond with “ oh you’ll change you mind” or “ But kids are such a gift to have, you’ll be missing out on the joys of life.” First I’m not missing out on anything. Second if i change my mind in the future then fine, but at this point in time i see no kids in my future Dogs? Yea. Kids? No.

I can give many reasons why I don’t want kids, but one of the main reasons is I cant handle a baby or small child 24/7. Babysitting i can do, but all day every day no. that would not be fair to the kid. Because of this if i ever did decide to have kids, i would adopt. I don’t need to make more kids when there is so many unwanted kids. I would also adopt a older child because i can handle older kids better, and older kids have a hard time getting adopted .

Don’t push people into having kids, not everyone wants them. 

Okay so yesterday I was talking with a friend and suddenly she said “can you stop talking about Park Jihoon for three damn seconds?” And I was like “yeah, sure. One, two, three. So did you see Jihoon…”, and she screamed “fFS JUST STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM”. I smiled, nodded and quickly changed the topic to Wanna One in general.


I swear, for a second I thought she was going to kill me.