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⋆ sensory asks ⋆

S I G H T

1. favourite colour(s)?
2. least favourite colour(s)?
3. do you wear glasses/contacts?
4. are you colour blind?
5. what are you seeing right now?

S O U N D

6. favourite band(s) or artist(s)?
7. top five songs?
8. favourite instrumental track(s)?
9. favourite non-musical sound?
10. what are you hearing right now?

S M E L L

11. are you very sensitive to smell?
12. favourite scent?
13. opinion on the smell of blown-out candles?
14. what does your shampoo smell like?
15. do you like to wear perfume/cologne?

T A S T E

16. favourite fruit?
17. favourite non-alcoholic drink?
18. worst thing you’ve ever tasted?
19. do you enjoy any unusual food combinations that others find unappealing?
20. what flavour gum do you usually chew?

T O U C H 

21. do you often rip/cut the tags off of your clothes?
22. any specific textures that bother you?
23. do you have a high pain tolerance?
24. softest article of clothing that you (have) own(ed)?
25. are you a good hugger?

O T H E R

26. do you ever feel like you have a sixth sense? in what way(s)?
27. any prophetic dreams?
28. have you ever had your fortune told? (did it prove to be accurate?)
29. has anyone “read your mind” before?
30. have you witnessed any “miracles” or strange coincidences?

total chris pine moments in wonder woman
  • stealing something from evil dudes and then just booking it
  • cooly dropping a bomb onto a building while flying away
  • ..then proceeding to crash said plane and drown
  • needing to be saved by others
  • ACCIDENTALLY bringing his problems into other people’s lives
  • just the fact that tons of dudes want to kill him (like same)
  • his face when the lasso of truth
  • claiming to be an expert in stealth and stuff yeah right
  • giggling as he swishes his feet around in the hot tub
  • casually talking about his dad’s watch while nude
  • seriously he was standing there for like 8 minutes put somE CLOTHES ON (he was just pretending to be embarrassed okay he wanted to show off)
  • being confused 99% percent of the time
  • sighing whenever diana does anything
  • giving others fashion advice
  • but also the impatient “it’s been 2hrs can we get outta here??” husband
  • not wanting diana to steal his spotlight
  • that dramatic ‘ow that hurt’ hand shaking post epic punch
  • remus lupin: don’t do the thing!! chris: i’m sorry did you say dO IT?
  • but is a total hypocrite cause he continues to nag diana NOT TO DO THE THING!
  • “you’re breaking up, i can’t hear you sorry BYE!”
  • makes a big fuss about not taking the drink but then ends up taking it anyway
  • ripping off jacket to reveal a whole new outfit and excitedly jumping into a stolen car
  • the pipe and the german accent (was that even acting cause all i saw was chris)
  • wooing all the ladies
  • …by buying them ice cream and doing stupid impressions
  • dramatic goodbye but his gf can’t even here him
  • grinning as he blows himself up
  • just a bunch of questionable life choices okay?
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🌟THE GOLDEN THREAD TAROT🌟

I’ve only just been able to tear myself away from these beautiful cards in order to make this post. They arrived this morning and ever since, I’ve just been handling them and taking endless photos. I swear, it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this deck! 

Some thoughts and first impressions bellow the cut! 

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anonymous asked:

Bucky! (or Mod Hell, whichever works best) I'm starting swing in my dance class and I have the choice of being the guy or girl. I'm really excited but I don't know which one is more fun?

if you get to pick, be both! but honestly it’s gonna depend on what kind of swing you’re doing. if it’s something with a lot of lifts, dancing the male part is gonna take a lot of strength, and being physically larger than your partner helps. if you’re dancing female, you’ll still need to be strong but it’s more about core strength as opposed to lifting strength. often getting lifted can be kinda scary–youre trusting someone else to not drop you, so that may factor in. becca and i used to make skinny stevie help us practice lifts, and while i never dropped becca, i may have tossed stevie a few times. but only when he was being extra dumb.

if youre not in a style with a lot of lifts, then go with what seems more fun! guys get to lead and have to have the confidence in themselves to do so, but girls get to do lots of spins, and tend to get flashier moves. plus they get skirts, which always seemed more fun to dance in than pants. i guess the trade-off for swooshy skirts is having to dance in heels. according to most women who have to wear them a lot, heels are the devil’s footwear.

 which is why i generally stick to my combat boots.

 well. with one notable  exception. 

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This Naruto rewatch has been particularly enriching \\\٩(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و////

anonymous asked:

oh ok thanks for answering so fast :) even it's fake that's still nice for my namjin imagination lol can you tell me what was written after daddy please... i can't read it :( Oh by the way what do you think about namjin since the beginning of 2017?, do you also feel that they interact less compared to their early debut where they looked so close to me, always standing next to each other, rapmon always touching jin hand when talking etc... i'm a bit sad, do you also feel it or is it just me?

I think it says “bby sin” - which ??? I have no idea what that means.

Beginning of 2017? We’re only 3 months in so I dont think we can make a general statement and say that “ there werent much namjin moments this year”. But I feel like, with the whole Wings comeback last year, NamJin has just been everywhere and more in your face then it has ever before- 

Exhibit A - when Namjoon and Jin had no chill and were openly flirting at a fan-signing 

Exhibit B - when they gave us this christmas gift and defined the word married

Exhibit C - when they actually got married in Japan and did a whole photoshoot on it

Exhibit D - when they couldnt contain their joy at winning at the AAAs

(lol im Yoongi in the back admiring them)

Exhibit D  - when Jin had some words of encouragement (?? sure) for Namjoon and vkook were all of us

Exhibit E - when they ended all ships with this one v live

And lets not forget:

And when it comes to holding hands and standing next to each other, well…

So anon dont be sad! Namjin is here and to me, 2016 was THEIR YEAR and fingers crossed that 2017 will be too! 

By Way of Spontaneity (Part 4)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 1,184

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: This part is a little longer and filled with a few details. I hope you all enjoy :) 

Originally posted by bucksstan


Raising a brow, you turned to face Bucky when you felt a few seconds and he wasn’t helping you out with your stuck zipper. You nudged your head up. “What’s wrong with you, huh?”

Bucky suddenly cleared his throat and shook his head. “Nothing! Turn around.”

Without waiting for you to do so, he grabbed you by your shoulders and spun your around himself, quickly zipping you up. You couldn’t help the impressed whistle.

“I’ve been fighting with the stupid thing for the past ten minutes,” you said.

Bucky smirked, waving his fingers. “I have magic fingers.”

You laughed. “Shut up. Let’s go.”

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anonymous asked:

What is Warrior Cats and why were you bullied because of it?

‘Warriors’ is a children’s fantasy book series that was really popular from like 2004-2011ish. All the characters in it are cats, who talk to each other and have really complex societies. Like, they’re still cats, but they build dens in the woods and fall in love (sometimes even forbidden love if it’s outside their clan/group) and fight other clans and there’s a surprising amount of murder/drama lololol. They’re sometimes really intense?? 

But they’re still about… cats. So you can see why a lot of readers were bullied for it lololol

Being Sebastian Stan's love interest would include... (Headcanon)

Request: NOT REQUESTED

Summary: The title is pretty self-explanatory…

Word count: 478

Warnings: None

A/N: If you have any other ideas related to this headcanon, PLEASE TELL ME THEM!!!

Masterlist

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers


Seb being the perfect gentleman in public
Opening doors for you/helping you up the stairs
But on the set, it’s SOOOO different
Seb constantly tripping you up
Making you laugh behind the camera
Making you laugh during the most inappropriate moments
Director: “Y/N, we are making a horror movie, not a comedy!”
Director: “Y/N, Seb, you have just witnessed your family being killed. I don’t get the joke?”
Director: “Y/N, Seb… You know what? I give up. I retire!”
Fans shipping you to the next level
Fans calling you ‘Mum’ and 'Dad’
Awkward questions being asked at ComicCon panels
Fan: “Y/N, judging  off of the sex scenes you have filmed with Seb and any personal experience, how good is he in bed?”
Y/N: “Why do you need to know that?”
Fan: “A science project for school.”
Y/N: “Oh well if it’s a matter of life and death I guess I have to answer!”
Seb: “Wait! Hold on! What do you mean by 'personal experience’?”
Star gazing in the middle of late night shoots
Seb: “A shooting star! Make a wish!”
Y/N: “What did you wish for?”
Seb: “Another increasingly explicit sex scene.”
Pranking each other on set
Slagging each other off in interviews
Interviewer: “So, Y/N what is it like working with Sebastian?”
Y/N: “Horrific! He constantly messes around, always up to no good, ruins the set. He really is a pain in the butt.”
Seb *voice faintly heard in the distance*: “I heard that!”
Leaving weird gifts in each other’s trailers
Seb leaving you a bouquet of flowers one day and a sex toy the next
The gifts getting weirder and weirder as filming progresses 
Makeup artist: “So what did he leave you today, Y/N?”
Y/N: “A pile of loose change…”
Makeup artist *desperately trying to sound optimistic*: “You never know, it might come in handy one day.”
The loose change did indeed come in handy as you spent the whole day throwing it at Sebastian and screaming at him “PEASANT!”
Having to get over the awkwardness and slight fear of being naked in front of each other
Seb having to take a break because he’d pulled a muscle flexing so much
Filming a fight scene
Accidentally punching him in the face
Sebastian dramatic falling to the floor in pain and pretending to cry, 
Y/N *while flexing and staring straight down the lens*: “Hulk 2.0, will shortly be in a cinema near you.”
Taking pictures at the premiere together
Messing around in the screening
Throwing popcorn at each other
Having to answer questions the next day about a film you didn’t even end up watching
The press tour
Sitting next to each other on plane rides
Watching movies at the exact same time so you can laugh together
Ending up sleeping on each other
The cast picking on you both for being so cute
Being the most stereotypical tourists and pissing off all the local people


A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN and constructive crititism is appreciated!

anonymous asked:

Your comics are amazing and they inspire me to try to create my own comics but I'm not good at thinking of stories. Do you have any tips?

thanks!

unfortunately, this is tough for me to answer, because i’m not sure myself. this is the one thing i’ve always relied on myself for, and’ve never done any workshopping on.

actual storyline + execution in comic work is heavily taken for granted. i honestly didn’t think of myself as a writer until speight referred to me as one?? but it made me realize i know a lot more about story tellilng than i was giving myself credit.

so to break my idea process down, i break my structure down to 3 portions:

you’ll see this theme recur in a lot of my comics, especially post-episode ones.

i think your personal background will also affect how you come up with stories, as well. for instance, when i’m writing siblings, it’s easy. i can just grab from my own past and apply it there. you’ll actually see me do this a lot in The Swaingels! example:

this is heavily based on interactions i’ve had with my own sister, so writing relationships like these are one of my strengths. your’s could very well be different. you just have to put characters in situations like this in order to work out funny/interesting scenarios, because we don’t all have the same experiences, so not everyone’s mind goes the same place. but with that being said, you also have to de-personalize it enough to make it indisinguishable to the past situation you’re grabbing from.

so to me, it all depends on what kind of content you’re trying to tell the story of!

Protected | R.M.

Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.


I miss you.

You received the text on the first day of school, the instant your baby pink ballet flats maneuvered within the halls of Riverdale High, which were marginally filled with mayhem from everyone’s first day jitters.

Well, not everyone. You, despite your extra pretty face, extra shiny curls, and extra preppy outfit, wore a heavy façade that drooped lower than the Maybelline Fit Me-concealed eye-bags that were situated below your unexplained, cheery eyes that tried to greet everyone with much positivity as possible. As everyone knew your perfect reputation, the happy-go-lucky cheerleader that everyone admired and loved since the day you entered high school. It was never tarnished, so you refused to let a silly break-up move it at all.

You took out your phone and shakily gazed down at the message. It was sent in clear, with no emoji’s or silly grammatical errors. Your nervous fingers moved for you, but your brain was being silly that day and it had no planned response for the text message.

A wave of students accidentally crossed and one of them partially collided against your hardly five feet tall physique, which was a thankful jolt that rattled you off from replying to the text message. You squeezed the iPhone tightly, bearing no mind of the glittery fake diamonds from the phone case bearing harsh indentions against your palm.

The moment you were able to fix your locker and lock it behind you, you immediately set off to find a seat in the gym—hoping that an early departure from the first day madness would create a false sense of comfort from your inevitable fate, which was meeting your ex-boyfriend again subsequently after a summer of trying to forget all about him.


Everyone had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.

You were a girl blessed with your father’s dominant sloped nose and your mother’s graceful and tiny, ballerina body. Being the only child meant being under the revolving gaze of your mother and father’s watchful eyes twenty-four/seven, and you grew up to be accordingly limpid; yet, at the same time pretentious for you were the heir of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale.

Reggie was a boy meant for you even before you knew what he was supposed to be. He was a constant person in your life, a fixture caused by your parents and his parents’ meddling. Though, despite your unending play times together and a hired tutor that taught you and him up until you were in middle school, Reggie and you grew up in different paths, in different aspects.

You and Reggie were in the opposite sides of the spectrum. Nevertheless, you were inexplicably drawn to him. He was exactly the same as you, but as the same time, so, so different.

He was difficult to figure out. He had pushed children off swing sets and had hogged all the toy cars to himself as he disliked sharing. You hated the smirk on his face when he teased his inferiors, and still you loved him when he kissed you goodnight. He’d hold you in the softest way possible, muscled arms entrapped around you with touch as light as a feather, and similarly he’d used the same arms dangerously with heated intent at someone else.

You never got why people often told you that he was perfect for you. He was, in your point of view, a mixture of positives and negatives. He was your opposite.

The thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent dependency that held itself with tension.

You loved him more than he loved himself. That was probably the reason why the balance wasn’t right and he pushed himself off, leaving you in the dust.


“Are you alright?” Surprisingly, Cheryl Blossom would be the first person to question you that today. The said Blossom stood above you, her red curls down the right side of her chest, a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. You tried to hide the flinch that came with Cheryl’s edged tone, but she assumingly noticed it since she took it herself to sit next to you on that noisy lunch table.

“Talk to me,” she demanded. “I don’t want anyone on my squad to be sadder than my supposed star quality. You cannot rain on my parade on this week’s performance.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.

“[y/n], a stupid boy doesn’t have the right to state your mood status.” She hissed. “There are 7 billion people in the world. God knows how much boys will there be after your life post-Reggie Man—“

“Damn, Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”

Your words were a little too loud, and laced with anger. The whole open-lawn cafeteria went into a full pregnant pause from your little burst and your eyes betrayed you as it went to a familiar face that you couldn’t just let go off. His smirking, never ceasing, hardly-caring face wavered slightly as he looked your way, as everyone had. He looked down once before pushing his left foot off benched on the seat and faced in the opposite direction, going back into a conversation with Chuck Clayton.

You couldn’t care less what that meant and you sped off from your table, grabbing your cellphone with you. Opening the text message up on your interface, your quivering fingers typed out a reply before hitting send.


“I thought you said I couldn’t see you again,” the tall and handsome boy chuckled as he sat coolly on the stools that they had in Pop’s. His tousled, brown waves would shine into a blondish side under the neon lights of Pop’s infamous signs, and his pretty blue eyes would turn your messy head into a complete haze of white noise. “I missed you,” Jackson voiced out, echoing what he had recently texted you that morning.

It was seven in the evening, and mostly everyone had this night tacked to watch the last screening due for the closing Midnight Drive-In. You had thought to go but you knew that it would simply be another place that would haunt you again with memories that happened in the arms of a familiar stranger.

“I couldn’t resist,” you whispered zealously, biting your lip, then striding towards him until both of your faces had no space with each other. He kissed back passionately, and you followed along in accord, ignoring the way your heart bleated in a monotonous fashion, like it was a routine you followed every morning. Fingers tracing down his rugged, jean jacket, you stopped as it went to a tracing on his arm. A tattoo of a dangerous serpent.

“Watch it,” he pushed himself off you and went to slip down his sleeves. “Any good ‘ole folk wouldn’t wanna see that snake on a young thing’s skin.”

“A young thing, huh?” You titled your head, letting him caress your cheek. It made you feel like being touched by an intruder. You held your tongue from stating that out loud. “I heard that your buddies are over at the drive-in tonight.”

“—yeah,” the handsome, rugged boy agreed, holding your hand like a whisper. “But you’re much better than any movie, let’s agree. Pretty and innocent [y/n][y/l/n].”

“If my father saw you with me,” you told him with a trace of a smile hinting on your lips while leading the boy down to a booth. “He would freak,” you ended with a pendulous but crude smirk, as the feeling of going behind your parents’ back often created a brilliant feeling of teenage rebellion.

However, the light that would go unperturbed that night beneath the luminescence of you with the boy from the Serpents would go back unlit as a sudden burst of unexpected customers walked in the empty Pop’s.

It was a famous group of blue and yellow hues, the king, the boy in between the boisterous and rowdy laughs, and you couldn’t help but shake as his eyes immediately turned toward the serpent and your contumacious self.

“[y/n]?” Reggie Mantle took it upon himself to breeze through the rows of booths with a face of disbelief, his voice rising. And as you expected, anger rising as his comical face slowly slipped to stone cold when his eyes landed on the lingering fingers of the serpent teenager on your arm. “Who the hell is he?”  

“Fuck off, Reggie,” you glared, bringing yourself to whisper to your current partner beside you, “Ignore him.” You tried your best to act a casual as possible, though the sudden racing of your heart that went with the way your ex-boyfriend stared at you in a mix of hardening confusion and indignation.

The other football players were left in a fit of widening eyes as Reggie, in impulsion, went and grabbed your arm in fury, “I’m taking you home.”

And it was a laughable scene, provided that you have been in witness in a circumstance like this before; on the contrary, you were always behind him before, supporting him like a good girlfriend. Until now.

Reggie showed the chaos within him through the bones between his knuckles—several scars made proof of that. Now, you were his enemy, the one that caused the fire beneath his eyes. The booths made a guarded ring.

“What the hell, man—“ The serpent boy scoffed before Reggie snapped and gripped and landed a good punch with no regret on the other boy’s face. That started a full-blown fight, which lead pandemonium where Moose, Chuck, and several others hurriedly tried to pull the Asian off the other boy. Reggie’s blows were pernicious, and over the yells of the football team trying to stop the fight, the only thing you could do was watch everything in horror.


“—fighting on public property, what on earth caused you to do that?!” And Mrs. Mantle let out a startled shriek and tried to shield her son as Mr. Mantle gave a tumultuous slap on Reggie’s already bruising face. You gripped your jacket, feeling the cotton and thinking of it as abrasive as hooves, guilt going off you in waves as the only thing you could do was watch the aftermath unfold in the Mantle estate, where you had been protectively ushered off to with your parents and Sheriff Keller due to Pop’s emergency dial.

“This is getting out of hand,” Reggie’s father continued, a harsher than stern look on his purple face. Yanking back his hand, his gaze shot to you, which you couldn’t bear to hold longer than a second. “This boy has been nothing but trouble this year—I swear, this was the last straw, Reginald. I need to ship him to board—“

“It was my fault,” you found your voice, hurried and not gentle at all—willing to cross out the guilt killing your tightening chest. Your parents’ tension-heavy faces whipped their heads to you, their protected daughter that could hardly do no wrong in this world. “I came there with Jackson—“

“No, I fought him, she had nothing to do with th—“ Reggie hastily claimed, harsh and scarily void of emotion. He was seemingly too callous from responding to his father—and you had realized that this could have been happening more so than none and that this boy could have grown up this way, and while your heart was pouring from hearing him protect you, you knew that it was your call to turn things around.

“No,” you squeaked, hearing yourself panic. “I guess I was being rebellious, I met up with Jackson, and – and- “ You eyed your father. “He was with me and Reggie saw me and Jackson did something and he got provoked,” you finished, lying. You looked at Reggie, and he gazed at you, turmoil and hurt swirling in his eyes.

That led to a tension-filled silence. You closed your eyes, and could hear the sounds of Reggie’s father’s footsteps going off to a direction. Somewhere that’s not here, of course.


“Sorry, that shouldn’t have happened,” he would tell you days later, smirk latched to his lips like a boy to a candy bar. He’d say it would no feeling, no emotion, as if he wasn’t someone that was in what happened and he was merely a person who’d heard of what happened.

The memory of his father slapping him because of you would haunt you forever, and your eyes would wander to his cheek not due to any romantic purpose, but the ache of wondering how much it hurt to protect you, a person he shouldn’t even be caring for anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you ignored his first statement, and spat out what you needed to say. The hallways were empty. “I was being petty. I wanted to—“ The words were dignified to be stated out in the open. “I wanted to forget about you.”

His silence mocked you. The 6’3 handsome and usually word-y jock—the boy you really, just really, really loved, gazed at you as if your turbulence, though with a slip of concern on his façade. You continued, lips burning with words you only imagined you would say in a dream, “You hurt me, Reggie. I hated you for making me spend a summer without you. So, yeah. I did something. I slept with that douchebag, that serpent, just to forget about you. So, fuck you.”

The response was instant. An utter storm shadowed over his face. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding me?” His fingers wrapped tightly around his coifed hair, eyes blazing with chasms of void and anger. “The only thing I ever did was goddamn protect you! If you hadn’t been so stupid, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I shouldn’t have protected you from the start if it was going to lead this way.”

“Protected me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.

“Yes! I’ve always been protecting you. I love you, [y/n]. So much. The reason I ended things is because you were going to end up broadcasted on this shitty book and—“ Reggie sighed and you looked at him confusingly. He stepped forward, “Look, last year I was in hell. My dad caught me doing some stupid shit and he was going to blame it on you. I needed to protect you, it was instinct. I had to break up with you because I couldn’t bear the guilt that—“

This time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you, shocked.

“You stupid jerk,” your body shook from relief and at the same time, numbness. “You couldn’t have at least told me about that? I literally cried for a week because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, the great Reggie freaking Mantle.”

Reggie stared at what only could have been eons, before shaking his head and returning a soft gaze that was only for you. “I’m sorry.”

You could shake your head as he placed out his warm hand next to yours, swirling and wrapping it around yours in the gentlest way possible.


It was an epiphany, when you looked at him and you had finally seen a glimpse of an extent that he would do for you. The balance was off and you had thought of it in the wrong way.

He loved you more than he loved himself.


omg i’m so sorry. whenever i write i’d always get so carried away with excessive details and annoying character musings!!! please tell me what you think! feel free to reblog or like or message me! always open to hear what you guys think huehue. :) 

Beneath This Scar | M

“Are you willing to stay by his side knowing what he truly is?”

Précis: It was supposed to be a story written only in fairytales, and somehow, you were destined to live it.

Note: Inspired by the movie Wolf Children, totally different from this fic tho, so no need to worry. this was supposed to be 3k what happened-

Genre & Warnings: Angsty, alotta fluff, mentions of blood & implied smut. | Words ➳ 10.3k


To you, he was something you would have never known could actually exist.

He was as mysterious as they would come, holding his pencil in a way so elegant that you didn’t know was possible, the look of boredom sprouting through his features as he scrunched his nose in concentration; ears twitching while he tried to draw something perfect and pleasing to his eyes. You watched him sketch with such wonder in your irises, and even though you wondered how he could draw while ignoring the professor speak and try to teach his students about the basic wonders of the world — you hadn’t known that whilst watching the boy draw, you were also in a little world of your own and not paying attention yourself.

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