you know my english skills so if you see any mistakes let me know

Introduction: Hi! I’m Annie, I recently graduated as valedictorian of a class of almost 700, and I’m about to be a freshman at Johns Hopkins (go blue jays!!). High school was some of the best and worst moments of my life, and looking back, there are so many things that I wish I’d done and things that made me successful, so I wanted to share them! Of course, disclaimer, these tips may not apply to everyone!

(These tips generally apply to all classes, but if you have a specific subject you want tips on, I’ve taken these AP courses: european history, world history, us gov’t, macroeconomics, lang, lit, calc ab, chemistry, physics 1, physics c, environmental science, art: drawing, biology, human geography, chinese, and art history. Feel free to message me!)

College applications are a crapshoot- I can’t begin to tell you the number of incredible, brilliant people with extraordinary, international level achievements that got denied at top schools in favor of those lacking those accomplishments. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean those who got in don’t have qualities that earned them a spot, it just speaks to the unpredictable nature of the college application process. When deans of admission at top schools openly say they could reject all admitted students and build the same exemplary class from the waitlist, or that they have enough qualified applicants to fill 3 or 4 classes with, there’s a certain amount of luck involved. Therefore I urge all rising seniors to go into this process realizing that the odds are not in your favor. I went into the process with too much blind hope, too confident in my ability to be that lucky 1 in 10 (or less) that would gain admission, and I was sorely disappointed. So that leads me to my next tip…

Don’t do things just for your college application- Those slim acceptance rates are the exact reason I urge you not to join things solely for how good they look on a college application. It seems counterintuitive; wouldn’t they give you a better chance of acceptance? However, my point is not to dissuade you from extracurriculars, but rather to commit to ones that genuinely make you happy. As I wrote above, the process is so competitive that even international achievements may mean rejection, so don’t waste your high school experience by dedicating so much time and effort to something that you feel obligated to do.

Try everything your freshman and sophomore year- My biggest regret is not joining clubs where my passions lie simply because I was too lazy or scared of things like public speaking my freshman year. It’s much more intimidating to join as upperclassmen, and you may not be able to participate at all the levels/in all the ways people who have dedicated 3-4 years can. Even if you don’t think its for you (like debate for me because of my fear of public speaking), I urge you to expand your horizons and push yourself out of your comfort zone. Many clubs give you great opportunities to build leadership, public speaking, etc. skills and to find your passions.

Know both sides of the flashcard- I learned this tip from my organic chemistry class, and I’d never though about how useful it is. For example, if you’re memorizing polyatomic ions, it’s extremely important that you know both the formula and the name, as either version may show up on the exam. Not doing this also makes the weaknesses in your memorization evident- whenever I study vocab, I tend to glance at the side with the term and only memorize the definition. This meant that when I was given only the definitions, I couldn’t remember the word they defined, because I was so used to being given the vocab word and responding with the definition. 

The first lecture of the unit is one of the most important for STEM classes- I know the beginning of the unit can often seem like the perfect time to tune out, as it goes over information you’ve previously learned or the easiest material of the topic, but it often forms the foundation for everything else in the unit. For example, the first lecture on a stoichiometry unit will probably teach you dimensional analysis, a skill integral to calculating molecular or empirical formulas, moles or grams of a substance, etc. 

Buy/sell books secondhand- Everyone knows how expensive college textbooks are, but between SAT and AP prep books, and books for English, high school books can cost quite a bit of money too. Unless they redesigned the exam recently, you absolutely don’t need the newest edition of the review book, so buy from upperclassmen and then sell it to underclassmen the following year.

Learn to self study- Unless you’re really lucky, you’re guaranteed to have a teacher who doesn’t teach, teaches badly, or whose teaching style just doesn’t work for you. Personally, I find that self learning, especially if I’m struggling because resources such as textbooks and online explanations, and videos seem to contradict, really helps me understand the topic throughly. In AP bio, my teacher had us create claymation videos on the processes of cellular respiration and photosynthesis independently. It was incredibly frustrating and confusing because all the resources described the cycles in varying degrees of details, but I felt like I genuinely understood the topic, instead of having been spoon-fed the information and memorizing it. Obviously, this method isn’t very efficient for frequent use, but the key is to try to understand the material independently instead of going to the teacher the moment you hit a snag. 

Keep your backpack/binders/notebooks reasonably organized- When teachers ask for homework to be passed up and you have to dig through mountains of papers in your backpack, not only is that super stressful, but a lot of teachers won’t let you turn it in after they have already collected all the papers. I was definitely guilty of being lazy and just stuffing papers, once I got them, into my backpack instead of taking a few seconds to slide them into a binder, and as a result I got 0s on lots of homework because either I couldn’t find it at the time or because everything was so messy I didn’t remember there was homework. Try to have some sort of organization system going on or at least a homework folder, because those 0s add up and can be the difference between an 89 and 90. 

You’re gonna get senioritis, badly, and that’s ok- I’ve always been the type of person who did every homework assignment and was very focused on grades, so the idea that I would completely let myself ago seemed absurd to me. Don’t underestimate what senior year does to you. I can honestly count on one hand the econ worksheets that I actually turned in during senior year, and I made my first B in a grading period during the spring. I was very stressed about how awful my grades were, but unable to muster the energy to do anything about it. And you know what, it’s ok. It’s senior year, you can give yourself a break. Yes, your senior grades are still important for college applications, so don’t go from straight A’s to straight C’s, but for the most part, all the hard work is behind you. Do keep in mind that these habits may haunt you when you’re a college freshman. I haven’t started classes yet, but based on how little I studied for the math placement exam for my college, senioitis doesn’t magically end when you graduate, so don’t let it get completely out of control during the year. 

Learn how to do math without a calculator- If you take either of the AP Calculuses or the SAT, you need to master this skill because there are sections of the exams that are strictly non-calculator.  Beyond that, when you get to calculus, you’ll be introduced to complicated concepts, where not being able to multiply by hand will drag you down. 

Keep old notes- Not only for finals, but some topics are very interdisciplinary, like biochemistry, so it’s very important that you have a working knowledge of both biology and chemistry. As you take advanced classes, such as for me, taking physics c after physics 1, it will be assumed that you have completely mastered the basics, and they will be skipped or referenced very quickly. It is very useful to look at notes on the basics, which provide the foundation for the advanced material you learn. 

Invest in a whiteboard- Whenever I was learning about processes or cycles, from the Krebs cycle to organic chemistry mechanisms, it was really useful to practice drawing the steps over and over again. Then when it came to the test, I could do a brain dump and draw out the information as a reference. 

Understand formulas instead of blindly memorizing- This basically has physics and calculus written all over it. In physics, you should be given formula charts during exams, and in any case, something like F=ma isn’t terribly hard to memorize. The problem comes when there are a multitude of formulas that are derived from one of the fundamental equations. Of course, deriving from scratch each time is incredibly tedious, but I want to dissuade you from simply memorizing it or storing it on your calculator, because that means you probably don’t understand the physics behind it. What makes physics so difficult and different from any other subject you’ve taken is that every problem will have a slightly different scenario that tests your understanding of the physics behind it. 

Use all the time given to you during tests- I know I hate looking back through my test because I just get so bored halfway through, but missing points because of silly mistakes is honestly the most frustrating thing ever when you had plenty of time to check. Depending on if I have time, I like to cover my original work and resolve the question. If checking answers is not your thing, try slowing now when you first see each question, and checking your work briefly each step. 

Form study groups- Talking about something, especially teaching it to someone, always helped me remember something so much better than reading it on paper. It’s also so important to have second interpretations of the information you’re studying to ensure that you don’t make a huge misconception.  

AP students: released/practice exams are your best friend- Obviously, they’re the best resources for studying for the AP exam, but they’re also a great tool for a hint at what your teacher’s tests may look like. AP teachers have access to tons of College Board material and will often use questions directly from old exams. 

If you start getting confused during a lecture- Many times this is because I didn’t pay attention during the very beginning, so I’m missing that important foundation I talked about in the previous tip. Of course, I typically wouldn’t recommend doing things other than listening to what is currently being taught, but in this case, I would just get more confused and it’s a waste of time. So I discretely go back to my previous notes and focus on understanding them. 

The most stressful part of schoolwork is just thinking about your assignments- There’s always specific period of time that threatens to kill me- a week where I had two competitions simultaneously, in cities 3 hours apart. When you’re taking 7 AP classes at the same time, just reading over your to-do list will make you want to cry. Even on a normal day, as I go to classes throughout the day and my list of homework gets longer and longer, it makes me so stressed to where I’m planning out how to finish everything and I’m no longer listening in class. It overwhelmed me so much that I just wanted to take a nap and avoid school. But every single time, stressing about the work I have is 1000x worse than sitting down and actually going through each task. I find that what had seemed impossible before was very doable, and many times I even finished early enough to relax before bed. Keep a positive mindset, don’t underestimate your abilities, and have the discipline to start working immediately on the hardest days, and you’ll be fine. Of course, this doesn’t mean that the workload that is able to be handled by one person can work for another, and things like mental illnesses are things I have no experience in, so this is definitely just something that worked for me and is not applicable to everyone. 

Best of luck with high school! If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask!

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Bad Match - Pt.1/?

Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2605

Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, bad date, Bucky is kind of a jerk, swearing.

A/N: I’m not exactly happy with it, but I just couldn’t stare at the screen anymore. Thank you @imhereforbvcky  for your kind offer to help, giving me some of your time and teaching me so much about writing with just a few notes. You’re amazing.  

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry!

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“Are you sure is not too soon for both of us?” you apprehensively asked your best friend through the phone. “I mean, I broke up with Jeff just, what… three months ago and he, on the other hand, well, he’s Bucky Barnes…I really wouldn’t like to become an additional problem for him, since he already has his fair share of issues” you tried to debate with your fellow SHIELD agent.

“Three months are already too long Y/N, it’s past time for you to move on, and when it comes to Bucky, he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man, and he’s gonna love you too, trust me,” the strong-minded woman argued on the other side of the line.

“Ok…” you sighed with resignation, knowing there’s no win with Sharon Carter once she’d put something on her mind “I guess you have a point, I’ll be there”.


Lying on their shared bed, arms crossed behind his head, Steve observed his girlfriend sitting by the desk talking to you on the phone. When she hung up with a satisfied smile he knew she’d got what she wanted.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” the Avenger told her with furrowed eyebrows while she was making herself comfortable again beside him laying one arm over his chest.

“Of course I do, they are great for each other.” She responded with the smug confidence that Steve so well knew and loved about her.

“I just don’t think Bucky is ready Shar, and wasn’t it Y/N that recently got out of a terrible relationship?” He tried to ponder with her.  

“Steve, honey, I know you worry a lot about Bucky, and you have your reasons, I get it. Yet, he’s been among us for over a year now. He’s doing so great working with the Avengers. I understand he’s still have some social skills matters to work on, but he’s been doing progress with therapy.” She tried to prove her point.

Steve looked down at his girlfriend “What about the Natasha situation?”

“That’s another reason. That ain’t gonna happen, not now, not never, she’s a different person than she was before and is head over heels for another man. Bucky has got to let go of this obsession with their past.” The blonde woman snorted her disapproval and continued. “He hasn’t been to a proper date yet, don’t you think there’s something missing? He needs someone good in his life, not just those meaningless shallow one-night stands he’s been going on.”

Steve opened his mouth to respond, but Sharon kept talking, circling her hand on his chest in a reassuring way “And as for Y/N, yes, she’s been in a horrible relationship, but she’s managed to put an end on it and deserves a second chance too. They are a good match, I have a feeling.”

“I still don’t know baby, are you really sticking with this?” The soldier insisted.

“Steve… sometimes even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself…”  

The Captain interrupted her, rolling his eyes “Ok ok ok, you don’t have to use the “you move” speech.” Giving her the giggles, he chuckled and put a kiss on the top of her head “I just hope you’re right on this one.”

“I am.” She concluded nuzzling into her boyfriend chest.


“Here it is, Miss,” you smiled at the waiter when he placed your second drink of the night on the table. You took another glance at the clock on the restaurant wall, 30 minutes…

You couldn’t believe that you were going to be stood up on your first date after your break up with Jeff. So much for being open to new possibilities.  At first you were reluctant to go along with Sharon’s idea, but then you started to think that she could be right. You had to move on from you self-pitying state and the sooner the better.

Flashbacks of the crappy last two years started playing in your mind. You had met Jeff at one of the CIA`s divisions in Europe, when you and Sharon started working there after the fall of SHIELD.  You didn’t know then, but he was the man that would break you into a million tiny self-hating pieces. Without once laying a finger on you he had the power to, with a word or just a look, make you feel unworthy, tiny, unlovable. There was always something that wasn’t good enough for him: your clothes weren’t that fashionable, your looks could be better, your hair should be longer and there was always someone than  you in any given aspect. That was your daily life with the man you started to believe you were lucky to have as partner and that loved you in spite of all of those flaws.

You only realized you were getting stuck in a vicious cycle of self-loathing when your friends, specially Sharon, practically punched some sense into you.

The break up didn’t happen on good terms, so you were glad in accepting SHIELD’s insistent offer to assume your position back after they were reactivated and rejoined forces with the Avengers. You moved countries and focused exclusively on work.

Your fall to an abyss of sad memories was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat next to you. When you looked up, you weren’t expecting to see an ocean of blue eyes staring down at you with a questioning look.

“Oh h-hi, sorry I didn’t see you here” You stood up and, God knows why, leaned to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, only to be stopped with a preventative handshake. Blame it on your European times.

“Hi you must be Y/N, my name is Bucky.” He introduced himself and the soft rusky tone of his voice was the most alluring you had ever heard.

Like in a trance you practically moaned, “I know everything about you Bucky.” Listening to your own words and checking the startled expression on his face as he let go of your hand, you tried to correct yourself. “I-I mean, n-not everything, course not, you’re Bucky Barnes, Steve and Sharon’s friend, t-that’s what I know.” He raised one eyebrow and took his seat in front of yours.

What was the matter with you? You had met the guy for five seconds and suddenly became a stuttering mess? You took in his appearance and concluded that, even though you had seen pictures of him before (most of them with his Winter Soldier mask, since the media still craved for his troublesome past) you certainly weren’t ready for the real deal. He was absolutely gorgeous.

But that fact and the outrageously sexy low bun that was holding his brow locks didn’t stop you from realizing he hadn’t apologized for being 40 minutes late.

“How was the traffic, too crazy?” You questioned to give him the opportunity to redeem himself.

“No, not really” he responded nonchalantly, taking a look around the Indian place you had chosen. “Have you ordered anything yet?”

“Oh, I haven’t, I was waiting for you.”

“I hate Indian food, but go ahead, make your order.” He turned to the waiter already standing next to him and asked for a drink.

“Oh… I’m sorry, this is my favorite place, that’s is why I picked it, I didn’t know… we can go… somewhere else…” You were so flustered that you could feel your whole body burning, starting in your cheeks that probably were showing a deep shade of pink now.

“No, no, don’t worry Doll, I’m a drink kind of guy anyway… So tell me, how long have you been friends with Sharon?”

The use of the nickname and the whole embarrassing events so far got you rambling non-stop. You never ordered your food and kept talking about your childhood, your job, Donald Trump, the lack of male nudity on Game of Thrones… Every single thought that came across your mind was spilled at an impassive Bucky.

When your mouth went dry of talking and not a word had come out of Bucky’s plump lips you excused yourself to the toilet, taking your purse with you.

Inside the small room, you took a deep breath and, while staring at the mirror to retouch your lipstick, you wondered when everything had started to go to shit. Maybe you weren’t ready after all…

Walking back towards the table, you decided to give it another try, start over and maybe have a pleasant rest of night with your date. You glimpsed Bucky by his back talking on his cellphone and the sound of your name made you stop close enough to overhear the conversation.

“What can I tell you Steve? Jesus, she won’t stop talking… And I don’t understand half of the things she’s saying. I can’t see why you and Sharon insisted on this dating thing… Besides, you were wrong… Not for a minute I was able to get Natasha out of my head… Y/N’s got nothing on her, she is not slightly as amazing as Nat…”

You felt your stomach drop to the floor and your heart sank. Bucky kept talking, but there was a buzz in your ears, loud enough to drown out every other sound around you. The restaurant and everything else transformed into a very familiar scenario. It was like Jeff was by your side all over again and his unwanted voice in your mind was reminding you of how distasteful, insignificant and unlovable you were. Your hands started shaking and tears were forming in your eyes, that was the signal you needed to turn around and leave as fast as you could. No goodbyes. You never wanted to see Bucky Barnes in your life again.


When you got to your bedroom after the longest cab ride in your life, your attention was caught by the pathetic form in front of the mirror on your wall. You knew that the woman he was comparing you with was THE Natasha Romanoff, the sexiest spy alive whose seductiveness haunted you poor hard worker mortals who were trying to make a living in the secret agent’s business. How could he even make the comparison when clearly there was none. You were average, tops. Flat where you should be curvy and curvy where you should be flat.

Someone could think that you’d be able to beat you lousy sex-appeal by a dashing interesting personality, but this someone would be wrong. If you had doubts about it, the last few moments with Bucky had dismissed them all, he was pretty clear about how unpleasant your company had been… Not slightly as amazing…

Knowing that you were going down a road too familiar for your taste, you attempted to dismiss all those self-hatred thoughts off of your mind by trying to get some sleep, hoping to dream a sweet dream that would make you forget all about that night. So you took off the dress you’d bought for the occasion and left it on the floor, found some energy in you to remove the full face makeup and brushed your teeth before diving into your bed, putting on some pjs was too much to ask of you at that moment.  


Your alarm rang and it felt like it had been 5 minutes since you finally conquered slumber. You groaned at the sound and the prospect of getting up to face the day ahead. Your half-asleep mind immediately drifted to the night before. Something you were so desperately trying to keep dormant inside you had awakened. The wounds on your self-esteem were too fresh and those words had hit them like a punch.

Despite the desire to keep drowned in your fort of blankets,  you couldn’t skip work. You had a meeting with The Man himself, Nick Fury. You had no idea what it would be about, you were warned by his secretary the day before.

You shook away your thoughts about the date with Bucky and got off the bed.  You had much more important things to worry about and focus on. At least you wouldn’t have to see him again, as the SHIELD’S operating base wasn’t located at the Avengers’ Tower.

Not much time passed before you were ready to go to work, after all it wasn’t that hard to choose an outfit from a wardrobe of grey suits. On your commute to SHIELD’s headquarters you remembered to take a look on your phone. 5 missed calls from Sharon. …he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man … You mimic her voice in your head and memorized an entire speech of curses to deliver to the blonde for when you meet her again.

Once inside the building you already felt a little better. Work was your whole life, especially now, you loved what you did and felt appreciated and wanted there. You went straight to the big boss’s office, feeling nervous about whatever the infamous Nicky Fury wanted to talk to you.

“Hi Y/N, how are you today?” Maria Hill greeted you, putting an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to the adjacent room of the large office.

“Hi Maria, a little anxious for whatever this means, any clues?” she gave you a squeeze on your shoulder and smiled at you, but another voice responded:

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re here because I have a proposition for you.” It was the SHIELD’S director, using his well-known straightforward style.

“Tony Stark has contacted me and asked for the name, and I quote, of the most badass spy I could provide him.” Having an idea of where that conversation was heading, but not allowing yourself to fully believe it, you kept a dumbfounded stare at your boss in front of you, waiting for the outcome.

“So, Miss Y/L/N, how would you fancy a position on the Avengers’ team?” The weakness in your knees and the sweat leaking out of your pores must had been pretty evident, since Maria Hill placed her hand on the low of your back, in a support attempt.

“Oh my God sir, it’s such an honor…” your tremulous voice was interrupted by Fury, clearly in a hurry:  

“Good, you’re being transferred today to the Avengers compound, Maria will help you with paperwork and everything else that will be necessary for your relocation…”  He talked in a monotone, gathering some papers on the desk he was standing by, apparently oblivious by the rush of adrenaline that was swelling down your whole body. Suddenly  Maria’s support didn’t seem enough to prevent you from falling, so you gripped one hand on the desk chair in front of you, biting your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out the scream taking place in your mind. You had never thought something like that would happen, but now that it was a reality you felt like you had dreamed about it your whole life.

“You’ll go through evaluations and training for some time and then it will be decided if you really have what it takes to be an Avenger…” I’m going to be a fucking Avenger, bitch. You were trying to maintain some posture and conceal your excitement by listening carefully to the instructions that would change your life.

“Your main tutor for the starting process will give you the guidelines and other details, he’s most likely now waiting for you at the compound. You’ve already had the chance to meet Sgt. James Barnes, haven’t you?”

And just like that you went straight to the floor from cloud 9. FUCK.

End of part 1. 

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Summary: You just wanted to see Cas’ wings and it turned into a very interesting change in your life.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, oral (female and male receiving), multiple orgasm

Words: 1467

A/N:   | Again, sorry for every mistake I made, English isn’t my first language. |

I made a part 2 yaaay! While writing this I thought that this could be a smutty cute mini-series. What do you think?

Part 1


@greenappleeyes @splendidcas @katymacsupernatural @casbabydontgoineedyou @lostsoldieronahill @coolvioletmoon  @pdy93 <- I thought that you may want to be tagged. :3

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Cas…” you whisperd, not wanting to ask for sex, but really in need for it.

“I know, (Y/N), I kn-know. I-I just need a little rest… I pro-promise you that I w-will return every-everything, but-but please, lie down with m-me for a mo-moment.” he moved his hand to you and forced you to lie down beside him.
Cas’ promise made you smile, but then, he snapped his fingers and you both were just in your underwear, under  duvet. His erection pressed to your ass, his hand found it’s place on your clothed core and that closeness made you tremble.
You couldn’t wait ‘till he wakes up.


You tried to focus on that thunder outside just to hear that when Cas’ breath slowed and became steady, the thunderclaps stopped. Strange.

But there pop up your problem again. You were soaking and crossing your legs wasn’t helping. You were completely done with waiting, but still, he was your best friend and the things you did, and are doing right now changed a lot – because hey! what pair of friends are laying down in just their panties and boxers - and you didn’t want to make it wrong.

The truth was, you loved Castiel. Well, you thought you loved him, but right now all you wanted was his hands-and tounge too- all over your body and feelings didn’t count.

You were wandering if he will just pleasure you on that same rule you did it to him, by giving you only his hands and tounge or if he’s going to give his vessel a little too. Guessing by that erection, still hard rock and pressed to your ass, if that guy – what was his name? Jimmy? Jimmy Novak? - could decide, he would fuck you to the mattress and won’t let you run out of the bed.

Not that you wanna run away, but, well, this was Castiel. You weren’t sure, if he ever had “human sex” and, concluding by his reaction to his own orgasm, he won’t be that type that can hold himself for all night.

You held your breath when his hand twitched - still on your core - a little and that was enough for you to lightly jerk your hips.

“You know I can hear your thoughts, right?” he whispered while climbing above you.”I can hold on all night” he started to left light kisses on your jawline. ”I can fuck you to the mattress.” his lips were now on your pulse point leaving there a mark. ”I will do,” you moand softly. ”all the things you know you want and all you don’t know yet.” he smiled and lie down beside you again, hugging you hard. ”(Y/N), all of this, becase I lo…” you covered his mouth with your hand quickly.

“Don’t say that.” you looked him in the eyes.”Not now. You know what that will mean? Too much.” you searched his face for some reaction, but didn’t saw any. ”We will talk about feelings later. Fuck me, Cas. I need you right now, right here.” you moved your hand from his lips just to see him licking them. He nodded slowly and climed up on you again.

You saw that he wasn’t happy about your words. You wanted to hear them, but not now. You had heard that sweet 'I love you’s’ while sex and it ended the same everytime. That’s why you hated to hear that; you just knew that it never meant what it should, it was just excitement, feel of the moment, not the real emotion.

Castiel returned to kissing your neck, but not for long. His lips traveled to your collarbones and then to your breasts. He left on both of them light kisses and after that, he sucked your already hard nipple.

“Cas…” you moand his name, it was too slow. ”Don’t be such a tease! I’m already soaking, Cas, please…” you hadn’t ever been a sub and never begged, but you couldn’t wait any longer; the pressure made you felt like you could explode any second.

Before you process that he left your nipple alone, you felt his kiss on your lower belly and his fingers slide under your waistbond; he took off your panites quickly and kissed that place right above your clit. You wanted to look at him, but this beautiful view was covered with duvet.

Unexpectedly you felt his tounge coming from your entrance to your clit, completely flat. That feeling made you shiver and you fell back on your pillows. Your reaction made him groan, which caused you to squrim and fist your hands on sheets. He did it again a little bit harder, but this time you felt his finger at your entrance and when the tip of his tounge made contact with your aching clit, he slide two of his fingers, somewhat knowing that it won’t hurt you.

Well, you were really wet, like never before, he just knew it.

That was the first time he let his vessel teach him how to do things, and by your reacting he was sure that he was doing it right. That low voice in his head told him to fast his pace, so he did. He blocked that little soul a long time ago, letting him forget his family and throwing at him different stories, giving him some kind of life that most men wants; so he decided that he can use that skills that have his vessel and use it on a person that he really cared about.

Castiel heard (Y/N)’s moans and felt her trembling. She was near, so he just sped up his pace and added third finger, and she reached her climax with ejaculation.

He slowed, kissing her sex and rode her orgasm with all his focus. He never thought that this would gave him this much satisfaction, but it did and he felt his vessel called for attention by twitched cock.

Castiel lift up, breathing heavy. Smiled, wiped his face and before he could crash his lips on yours with force you started tostutter.

“I… I’m s-so so-sorry!” your checks turned red. “T-this never, like ever, happened to m-me before! I’m re-really…” he finally shut you up with an open mouth kiss.

“That was amezing.” he, accidentally, brushed his still clothed cock on your wet folds and both of you moaned softly. “Can I…?” he asked gridding his hips into yours; you pushed him and sat on his hips in respond.

“No. I need to taste you.” you said simply, not even trying that dirty talk. You lowerd, in the meantime you left on his sensitive skin wet kisses. You kicked out the duvet and took off his boxers, frozing at that view. Your mouth watered immediately. His dick was the biggest one you had ever seen, precum dribbled and you couldn’t let it, so you just licked it, which caused Castiel to groan.

You took his head into your lips and sucked it hard enough for him to bucked up his hips. You started bobbing your head fast with your tounge flat.

A dozen or so minutes later he started to tremble a little, but before he felt that feeling right before an orgasm, his hand found its place in your hair and he pulled you up with that 'pop’ sound, so you both giggled.

You kissed him hard and slowly sank onto his member losing your breath. Well, both of you lost it. He was really big and Castiel couldn’t hid that he hadn’t had sex for a long time, you just knew that. And he kinda confirmed it, because when you started to move back and forth, his hands found your hips and he stopped you.

“I need one more minute.” he groaned. His eyes were closed and lips parted, chest was moving heavy… It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, for real.

You had no idea why, but it was cute and heart warming for you. Of course you were worried about what happens next, but you really wanted to live in that moment.

So when you were sure he adjust, you started moving and kissing him desperatly. Castiel must had felt that, because he broke the kiss, changed your sides and just hugged you, imposig really hard and fast pace. That kind of contradictions got you everytime.

You heard him mumbeling something lowly, but you tried to ignore it.

Soon, you were screaming his name tightening around his cock. This orgasm took all your strenght, you felt it like every atom of your body exploded, making your view black and for a few seconds you couldn’t hear yourself. Cas’ pace sped up even more taking you on edge again from oversensitivity, this time he fell too, filling you with all he got. His head fell to your neck, but he raised it almost at once.

“I lo..” he started, but you again covered his lips, this time with your own. You deepend that kiss slowly, taking your time. This time it was different than every other before. You hoped it spoke better than words.

“Don’t say it. Words mean nothing when comparing with actions. Show me, Castiel.

“I can get used to showing you things.” he smiled widely. But… just for a moment, okay?

Both of you started to laugh at his words. This seemed to be changing into a really good thing for both of you.

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The Exchange Program #6

Originally posted by jjks

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5

Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange, you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy,  practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Au: Badboy!Jungkook

A/n: Please give me feedback it helps me a LOT

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⚔ ✞ The Mortal Instruments (book series) ✞ ⚔

90 sentence starters from books one through six of The Mortal Instruments. send one for my muses reaction! Feel free to change anything that needs changing in order for it to make sense to have come from your muse.

It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person, but it’s a monster. ❞
I may be a killer, but I know what I am. Can you say the same? ❞
Unfortunately we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing. ❞
The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me. ❞
If you were half as funny as you thought you were, you’d be twice as funny as you are. ❞
The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love. ❞
I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain. ❞
Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound? ❞
If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. It would have been a lot less painful. ❞
Next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. ❞
You could try not being charming all the time. It might be a relief for everyone. ❞
If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes. ❞
You know, most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction. ❞
You tore my heart out years ago when you betrayed and deserted me. ❞
You’re skilled enough, but you could not kill me. You have always been softhearted. ❞
I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt. ❞
You think charm is the same as honesty? I used to think so. I was wrong. ❞
I prefer to think that I’m a liar in a way that’s uniquely my own. ❞
Don’t bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this. ❞
Look on the bright side, if they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. ❞
Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. ❞
I wish I could hate you. I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. ❞
I admire your stubbornness. It’s so much like mine. ❞
You never got a chance to tell me the truth. I don’t trust you, I want you to know that, but I thought I’d give you the chance to tell me. ❞
We are meant for a higher purpose, you and I. The distractions of the world are just that, distractions. If we allow ourselves to be turned aside from our course by them, we are duly punished. ❞
I’ve heard the word ‘fear’, I simply choose to believe it doesn’t apply to me. ❞
I’d say it’s been nice meeting you, but, in fact, it hasn’t. It’s been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see you will be far too soon. ❞
I thought I’d lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while. It relaxes me. ❞
I hope you know what I mean when I say I’m sorry you’re here, but I’m glad you’re with me. ❞
You disappear so completely into your head sometimes. I wish I could follow you. ❞
But isn’t that what love is? Ownership? 'I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,’ as the Song of Songs goes. ❞
Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body. That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes. ❞
Every time you almost die, I almost die myself. ❞
You’re not going. If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going. ❞
You were just upset about being left behind, like a child, and you had a tantrum. And now we’re here. Lost. ❞
Go ahead and do whatever you want, regardless of who it hurts. You always do anyway, don’t you? ❞
You could at least pretend you were glad to see me. Even a little bit. ❞
I have a fetish for damsels in distress. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish. ❞
I know how you think you feel about me. You don’t, though. You just like me because I’m safe. There’s no risk. ❞ And then you never have to try to have a real relationship, because you can use me as an excuse. ❞
I felt like you were someone I’d always been waiting for. I saw you feel it too. Don’t tell me you didn’t. ❞
You think you only want me because you’re evil, not human. You just want something else you can hate yourself for. I won’t let you use me to prove to yourself how worthless you are. ❞
I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else—someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. ❞
Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you’re not allowed to be mad. ❞
I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ❞
I always figure it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission in these sorts of situations. ❞
I want them to writhe and die on the ground. They deserve shame before they get oblivion. ❞
So now what? You’re going to kill me while I’m tied up? Does the thought of fighting me scare you that much?
You keep passing out on me. It’s extremely tedious. ❞
But I thought of you—I saw you there, clearly, as if you were standing in front of me, watching me, and I knew I wanted to live, wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything, if only so that I could see your face one more time. ❞
I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown. ❞
Oh, good. You’re starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That’s not a sign of impending megalomania or anything. ❞
Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good. ❞
It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense. ❞
You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me. ❞
You would do anything to save him, whatever it cost you, whatever you might owe to Hell or Heaven, would you not? ❞
Latent homosexual panic will do you in every time. ❞
You villains and your creepy eugenics programs are starting to bore me. ❞
Killing them is the most merciful thing you can do. ❞
I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want. ❞
I don’t know why I had to fall in love with someone who’s more stubborn than I am. ❞
God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken. ❞
Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort. ❞
Let me break it down for you. I’m young. I’m pretty. And I’m willing to burn the whole world to the ground to get what I want. ❞
You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart. Don’t tell me any differently. ❞
Viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me. ❞
I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings, so full of possibilities. ❞
Goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue. ❞
Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same. ❞
We are so much lovelier when we fall. ❞
You are mine. You have always been mine. When you were born, you were mine, though you did not know me. There are bonds that nothing can erase. ❞
Mercy is a condition of your agreement. ❞
The things you’ve done are too terrible to ever be forgiven, and you don’t even know they’re terrible. I will never forgive you. I will never love you. ❞
You lie when you tell me you’ll never love me. ❞
I’ve given you your chance to come willingly now. I’ve paid in blood and inconvenience to have you with me by your own choice. But I will take you unwilling, just the same. ❞
I only have two reactions to bad news - uncontrollable rage and then a sharp left turn into boiling self-hatred. ❞
This better be really juicy. And weird. Were bicycles involved in some kinky way? Vacuum cleaners? Umbrellas? ❞
The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us. ❞
I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.’ ❞
It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I’m secure in my sexuality. ❞
You must love me. I never thought you’d admit anyone was prettier than you. ❞
I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. ❞
There are things we want, down under what we know, under even what we feel. There are things our souls want, and mine wants you. ❞
I can read your face like a very open, very pornographic book. I wish I couldn’t. ❞
It doesn’t matter if I hurt you because you belong to me. I can do what I want with you. ❞
I don’t want other people touching you or owning you or hurting you. I want you to be around, to admire me and to see what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished. ❞
You have a dark heart in you, and it is a darkness we share. ❞
When I am all there is in your world, when I am all that is left, you will love me back. ❞
Hate me. Rejoice when I die. The last thing I would want now would be to bring you more grief. ❞
Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world. ❞
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss. ❞

BBS GTA Gang AU (H2OVanoss)

So I’ve had this idea for a fanfic for a while now and last week I was bored during  a lecture so I decided to start writing it down. I thought I’d post the prologue here and hope for some feedback. So, please read this and let me know what you think and if you want me to continue this or not. 


It was already late at night when Vanoss finally finished the last stack of papers that had taunted him from the top of his office desk for days. Today he had finally convinced himself to tackle the giant pile of paperwork that hat come with the failure of his gang’s last heist. The leader of the gang that rivalled his own, a cold and ruthless man, who the people in the city only referred to as The Don, had been the reason for the colossal, disastrous clusterfuck of a mission, which they only barely survived. Vanoss groaned internally and rubbed his face in exhaustion.  As if on cue, the door to his office abruptly swung open violently and his second-in-command, Tyler stumbled into the room.
“What happened?” Vanoss quickly wanted to know, already having a bad feeling in his stomach. Something was wrong and judging by the dishevelled looks of the tall man in front of him he was about to face a catastrophe.
“It’s the warehouse. The Don, he… it was an ambush. They killed most guards and… they took Craig.”
Wildcat was visibly upset and no wonder- he and Mini Ladd were close friends, maybe even closer than him and Vanoss.
Without any further questions the leader jumped up and stormed out of his office, Tyler hot on his heels, and headed for the meeting rom. Most of his gang were already there. Their voices were buzzing in the room making Vanoss dizzy. After he got the attention of his subordinates, Vanoss put his hands on the long table and leaned forward.
“What do we know?”
“They were at least fifteen, heavily armed. They took none of our products they managed to capture Mini.” Marcel stated matter-of-factly but everyone could hear the concern in his voice. He hesitated for a moment before he added: “We lost five men, brutally murdered.”
“Who? ”
Without a word, Ohmwrecker, aka Ryan, handed him a sheet of paper with a list of names on it.
“Some of them were beaten into a pulp but I managed to identify them nonetheless.” He stated in his usual calm, collected voice.
Vanoss stared at the names on the list.
Five names. Five People. Five bodies. And Vanoss knew every one of them. He had always taken pride in the fact that he had close relationships with almost everyone, knew everybody’s name and he cared about every single one of them. Only now he realised, that maybe this was his greatest weakness.
The leader stared at the names for several more moments before putting the list down and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Do we know, where they could have taken Craig?”
“We’re not sure.” Marcel responded quietly.
Vanoss breathed heavily.
“What are we going to do, Evan?” Tyler asked. He was one of very few people, who called him by his real name.
There was no hesitation in Vanoss’ voice, when he answered: “The Don wasn’t after our products tonight. He was after a higher ranking member of the gang. He knew that Mini was going to be in the warehouse tonight. He probably wants to interrogate him in order to learn about our weak spots. Obviously we can’t let this happen.” At that he earned approving murmurs from his subordinates. “But” He continued, “What is even more important is the fact that this ambush was personal. The Don’s men didn’t have to brutally kill our guards the way they did but they did it anyways and I think we all know, why. The Don want to hurt us, weaken us. By ordering the attack today, he has crossed a line. These men didn’t have to die. It’s cruel and it’s wasteful and it means war.”

A long silence followed his last statement. Then, suddenly, Cartoonz, whose real name was Luke, slammed his fists on the table and announced in his thick southern accent: “Yeah, let’s take the motherfucker down.”
Most of the crew cheered at that, excitement filled the air. A few of them though seemed not too thrilled about what was going to come. One of them, Brock, was also the first to speak after the cheering ended.
“And how are we going to win the war? The Don has more men than us.”
“ Moo is right. Of course we will need help but I’m pretty sure that all of us know that there are lots of other people in this city that want to see the fucker dead; maybe enough to make a difference.” Marcel said thoughtfully.
“Exactly” Evan confirmed “and I already have a plan how we can get an advantage.”
“Are you going to let us in on that plan?” Ryan asked, looking mildly interested for the first time since the meeting had begun.
“A secret weapon.”
“A secret weapon?” Tyler repeated baffled. The rest of the crew looked taken aback as well.
“Yes.” Evan nodded.
“Who are we- the fucking Justice League? I know, people call you Night Owl but this is not a goddamn superhero movie, Vanoss.” Marcel said incredulously.
“Not a real weapon of course, you idiot.” Evan responded, rolling his eyes, slightly annoyed. “I’m talking about a guy.”
“Are you finally coming out?” Luke joked, earning a glare from Vanoss that the bearded man chose to ignore.
“I’m talking about an assassin. An incredibly talented one. Perhaps the best of them.” Evan said, walking up to a filling cabinet and pulling out a file that was impressively big.
“And where are we going to find this super-killer?” Wildcat wanted to know.
“I think, I already did.” Vanoss answered and tosses the file on the table. “There’s a rumour that a skilled hitman, that hasn’t sided with anyone yet, has recently settled down in Los Santos. Take a look at his file, guys. He goes by the name of Delirious.”

phew… here we go, please be gentle with me guys and please excuse any mistakes I made since english is not my first language :)

UPDATE: The notes really motivated me so part 2 is out :D

“Because I love you” a Theo Raeken Imagine -> CHAPTER ONE

Originally posted by puxlineel

Hi everbody, this is my first Story I ever post here. Normally I´m more the fanfiction Reader then the fanfiction Writer, but I had this Idea about Theo in my head and I want to share it with you.

I have to say, that english is not my first language, because I´m a german Girl :).

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

Warnings: I don´t know maybe pain and a little Brother and Sister Fight

So and now let´s get started with Chapter One :).

Chapter TWO

Chapter THREE

Chapter FOUR 

Chapter FIVE

Chapter SIX (FINAL)

Your view:

When (y / n) arrived at the factory and saw what scenery she was offering, she could not believe what was happening there. She watched Theo fight for his life with the Dread Doctors, but Scott, Liam, Stiles, Kira and Malia were standing on the edge, watching the scene from a safe distance.

Because they knew that the doctors would not do them anything, because their goal was to kill Theo, cost it what it wanted. None of them wanted to help Theo, they did not see why they should save him after he nearly killed Scott, he should be punished for all his mistakes and die.

Theo´s view:

Theo was alone, he had killed all of his pack members. But at the moment he was fighting against the Dread Doctors, he was not even sure why he had done it.

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The Past Is The Past - 11th Doctor x Reader

Originally posted by doctorwhocreations


This was requested by @lgbtfangirl who wanted a 11th doctor x reader where the Doctor and the reader were together for a while after Amy and Rory’s death, but he left her. Then a year later he comes back with Clara to find out that she hasn’t been able to move on. With the prompt: 

26. “look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love him/her anymore.”

Warning: Angst. Obviously. Also I added something to make it even more sadder. Don’t hate me.

Another morning. You’re in the garden, sitting on your rocking chair, trying to read a book. You can’t concentrate. Sighing you put the book down and take a sip from your tea. It’s early, but you couldn’t sleep. You decided to do something for yourself before Patsy wakes up and starts crying to be fed.

You look up at the pink orange sky. Somewhere out there is the Doctor. Travelling in his blue box, saving planets, running from his past. Has he forgotten you? Does he remember Y/N L/N, the woman he promised to stay with forever? The girl whose heart he broke when he disappeared someday? You doubt it.

You had never wanted to admit it, but the Doctor is a coward. Not in that way: he isn’t scared of monsters and dangerous situations. Definitely not. Sometimes you think he lives for those moments. He struck you as suicidal sometimes, because he loved the danger, because he felt so alive when he almost died. He is brave.

But still a coward. Scared of his own feelings. Scared of being loved and loving. So he ran. Left you behind here. With Patsy. Did he know? Did he realize that there was a little life in your belly? Sometimes you think he did. Maybe she’s one of the reasons he left.

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The Other Teller

Originally posted by themanfromuncledaily

Requested by @starbooks13

“Hey dear! Could you write an imagine where the reader is Gaby’s twin sister, but her skill set is not the same as gaby’s. When Napoleon gets you both from Germany, the two of them don’t get along at all. But eventually they grow on each other and it ends all cute???”

Warnings: FLUFF, mild violence 

Note: I used google translate for the german so apologies if you’re german and the translation is a bit dodgy!! (you can see the english at the bottom of the oneshot)

“Are you going to be finished soon?” You called out impatiently.

“Almost! I’d probably finish quicker if I didn’t have a certain annoying voice constantly nagging in my ear.” She retorted making you roll your eyes.

Ten minutes after your sister’s reply you had grown bored again. You let out an overdramatic sigh before heaving yourself up off the chair and towards the dartboard hanging in the corner of the mechanic garage.

You wandered over and picked up a few darts in your hand before mindlessly starting to aim them at the dartboard. You watched as all three landed almost perfectly in the centre, and as you wandered forward to pull them off the board you heard the sound of the door being opened and a person stepping inside.

You briefly glanced over your shoulder to see a man in an important looking suit strolling through the garage. You barely payed him any attention as he walked past you, instead turning back to the dartboard to take aim again.

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An unexpected guest

   A/N: HELLO! This is my first post, so it might not be as good as you hoped :) Also, English is not my mother language, so if there are any grammar mistakes, please let me know!! I also feel like the events are all a little “rushed” :)). Should I make this a series or..?

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield X Reader (The Hobbit)

Warnings: none

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    Bilbo opened the front door pissed that he didn’t know how many dwarves there are going to be in his house, for how long or what they are doing here and who sent them. In front of him there was another dwarf, as he presumed, with a long greenish cloak that was covering most of his face and body. 

“Um…Hello?” Bilbo said with a somehow calm voice to the silhouette that was standing in front of him.

“Hello!” a female voice came from under the cloak as she let her hood fall behind her neck. Bilbo was amazed by her beauty. She wasn’t a dwarf, but an elf, a very, very small one. Almost at his height.

“You are Mr. Baggins, right? The hobbit that lives here…” she asked.  “Uh…Um…Ye-Yes, that’s me, but I think you guys picked the wrong house. And why are you so small for an elf?” he asked curious.                                                “Obviously this is the right house. We never miss our location. So, they are here. Have they all gathered?”                                                                                        “Gather?!”                                                                                                              “Yes, Mr. Baggins, let’s say it’s a gathering. I’m (Y/N), by the way. And…I’m short because I am a dwelf.” she answered while taking off her cloak, along with her bow and quiver and daggers.                                                                                 “Dwelf? What’s that?”                                                                                             “Half dwarf, half elf. You know, father dwarf and mother elf…I know, I don’t really look like a dwarf, but I am. Trust me.” she replied smiling.                                   “Interesting. Oh, and call me Bilbo.”                                                                     “Ok, Bilbo, where are the others?’                                                                         “That way. W-What are they doing? Could you please make them stop?! They are emptying my pantry!”                                                                                     “Oh, Bilbo, when it comes to food and having fun, these dwarves are the worst.” she said almost laughing.

    She approached to the four dwarves standing in front of her.                            “Dwalin?”                                                                                                               “(Y/N)! Nice to see ya made it.” Dwalin said hugging her.                                    “Of course, Thank you, for telling me about this quest. Thorin was never going to inform me about it. I don’t know why. You know we are really old and good friends…” she informed him.                                                                                   “Auntie! I haven`t seen you in a while!” Kili said when he walked in the room.      “What did I tell you, Kili?! Stop. Calling. Me. AUNTIE!!” she snapped. She didn`t know that him and his brother, Fili, were calling her that, because Thorin had a thing for her. She always thought that the main reason was because she was in love with him and they knew…                                                                                “Sorry.” Kili apologized sitting in one of the chairs from the table.                        “Ok, let’s shove this in the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Balin suggested.                                                                                                              “Everyone? How many more are there?” Bilbo came in the room looking angry and anxious.

     Just as he said that, he heard the doorbell.                                                       “Oh no. No, no! There’s nobody home. Go away, and bother somebody else. There’s far too many dwarves and a… a dwelf in my dining room as it is. If, if, if this is some clotterd’s idea of a joke, ha, ha, I can only say, it is in very poor taste.” he added as he opened the door, a bunch of dwarves falling at his feet. “Gandalf…”

    Hours passed and the dwarves sang and ate the whole time. (Y/N) sat on a chair next to Dwalin, at the edge of the table, thinking about the quest and watching as the others were having fun. The doorbell rang once more and she felt her heartbeats getting faster. She knew who it was.                                     “He’s here’ Gandalf broke the silence. Everybody got up from their chairs walking to the front door. (Y/N) remained in the back, having just a little visibility, just enough to see him.

   “Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. Wouldn’t have found it if all had it been for that mark on the door.” Thorin said entering the hobbit’s house, giving his coat to Kili.                                       “Mark? There’s no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago!” Bilbo intervened.                                                                                                             “There is a mark; I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our Company, Thorin Oakenshield” Gandalf replied to Bilbo.                “So, this is the hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?”. (Y/N) rolled her eyes with a small smile on her face. She knew Thorin was going to ask that. It was typical of him.                                                                           “Pardon me?”                                                                                                         “Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?”                                                   “Well, I have some skills at Conkers, if you must know, but I fail to see why that’s relevant.”                                                                                                       “Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” Thorin said, the other dwarves laughing, making Bilbo feel a little uncomfortable.

     They all entered the dining room, Thorin remained behind, wanting to go in when a familiar, loved voice, distracted him.                                                        “Oh, don’t be so tough with him.” she said, resting on the edge of the door.      “(Y/N)… I did not know you are going to be here. How did you find out, about the quest…?” he asked her.                                                                                 “Dwalin told me. We both knew you were never going to invite me in the Company or the quest. Why? Why not even tell me a word about it?”                   “You couldn’t possibly understand. It’s, it’s difficult…”                                           “Oh, come on. We know each other for more than 60 years. Since when do we keep this kind of secrets?”                                                                                     “I know, I am sorry. I should have told you.”                                                           “It’s okay.” she said making one step closer to him.

     “This is dangerous…” Thorin told her.                                                                   “Don’t start, Thorin…” (Y/N) said annoyed.                                                             “I’m serious! If you join this quest, the Company, you need to know what we are up against, the threats that are out there…”                                                         “Slaying a dragon, you mean?” she interrupted Thorin’s speech. “I was there, Thorin. I watched as Smaug’s fire ruined the mountain, your home, all of yours, as my kin abandoned… your kin, my kin too, actually. I want to help you reclaim your home and become the King you are supposed to. I might not come back from this quest, at least not alive. But I’ll know I did something worth dying for.”       “You are NOT going to die!… I will let you come with us, but PROMISE ME, you will be careful and never leave our side.”                                                            “Always” she smiled, looking in his blue eyes…

     He made her way to enter the room ad they sat next to each other at the table. Their looks met once more. As the heartbeats were getting faster, again, they broke the gaze and tried to focus on the questions the dwarves had for Thorin.

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A little rant

Hey,it’s me again. I may seem annoying at this point but in the past few hours things have happened and I won’t let it go. Not this time. Because this time I’m not speaking for myself, but for a lot of people on this hellsite. I’m always trying to be nice and even if somebody is making fun of me,I won’t say anything. But I’ve had enough.

So,for those of you who don’t know-last night I made a post with a screenshot of Jack’s comment on a post that said he might have something to do with Mark’s secret project. Jack replied saying, he does in fact not have anything to do with it,and he doesn’t know what it is. Harmless, right? Well,it turned out it isn’t. So,when I woke up today it turned out this post of mine reached over 800 notes. And for some reason people thought I was accusing Jack of lying. Why? Because I used a phrasing that may have been confusing,and I admit it, it was confusing. But like I said,English isn’t my native language and I’m aware I make a lot of mistakes. I probably did like 20 of them in this post already. And I have absolutely nothing against someone pointing out my mistakes and telling me how to avoid them in the future. And I have to be honest-most of the people reblogging/liking/commenting didn’t seem to care,or even notice it. Most of them were thankful I posted this screenshot,some were joking that we can’t trust Jack after the last Anti event. (Yes,those were jokes,believe it or not). But there were also a few..people that didn’t seem to understand that. They immediately jumped to the conclusion that I think Jack’s lying to us. They got angry, but didn’t even bother to sacrifice a minute of their life to read it again and think “Hey, maybe this person didn’t mean that?” Not even mentioning they could come to me and ask me about it,I’d be more than happy to explain it. But no,instead they were defending Jack from my “accusations” by saying things I’ve never said. Quite hypocritical, don’t you think? And I get it,I also act or say something in the heat of the moment,without thinking. But if somebody calls me out on that I apologise and move on! But apparently sorry really seems to be the hardest word. I got blocked and this is how this story ends. For my mental health’s sake,I deleted the post and blocked some people too. But let me tell you-this kind of behaviour is unacceptable! We are a community, and I really want to believe we’re like one big family. But when I see stuff like this,I’m really questioning it. Attacking someone without checking twice if there’s really a reason to do so? Mocking someone because of their English skills? Blocking them because they called you out on your bullshit? Really? And that’s why I said earlier that I’m not speaking for myself-there are hundreds and hundreds of people whose native language isn’t English. Are they supposed to be quiet and not support their idols,just because they’re maybe not so well spoken? No! I’m against any form of bullying, but this really hits me hard. I know there are people in this community from all over the world. And I don’t want them to feel bad because of that. I’m very disappointed with what happened, especially in the jse community, but that won’t stop me from making posts in the future, and you are more than welcome to tell me if I make any mistakes in them. IN A POLITE WAY. And if you’re not a native English speaker-do not let people bring you down because of that. I love you and you’re amazing. And we as a community are really better than this. Don’t be afraid to call people out on their bullshit. Don’t be afraid to block them if needed. Your mental health is more important than a person on the Internet who didn’t even bother to try and understand you. If you read through all of this,thank you. I still love this community and I got so much support today. I’m really thankful for that.

Because I Like You

Originally posted by forkjh

Request: Hello! I hope you’re doing just fine❤️. Can I please request a scenario with B.I where the reader is a new trainee and Mr.YG tells B.I he has to trainee the reader and 2 more girls on dancing skills, he’s very mean to you because he likes you and when you get tired of him you walk away but he stops you kissing you and confessing to you :). I’m sorry for my English I tried hehe. Thank you❤️(angst and fluff)

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[!] we are hiring! 3 new admins

Hey guys! I hope you all are doing amazingly well. I mentioned in a post earlier that we were hiring, so here we are!!

I have some unfortunate news to share. Our dear and beloved admin Cynthia (longguks) has decided to leave the blog. We’ve been pushing this announcement sooo actually so shamefully back because we’ve had no time to start requiting right away, but I think it’s been way too long and too disrespectful to the tremendous help Cynthia has given us. Thank you Cynnamon Roll for putting up with my atrocious puns and helping the blog achieve what I believe was its peak. I can’t thank you enough, really!!

And of course, our other main admin, Emma, has deactivated her Tumblr due to personal conflicts. We are eternally grateful for the support she’s given this blog over the years, reaching out when we were completely down even though she left already. I know you’re taking a break from social media, but I hope you see this, Emma, and know how thankful I am to have had you guide me when I first joined the blog and help me through a time when the blog was dead. Wishing you the best of luck.

ANNNDDD, my favorite plant v3r4 (mumamoo). I seriously can’t believe you’ve put up with me for as long as you did, and I am forever grateful for the time we’ve had together, both regarding making posts and our stupid bickering and attempts to be the cooler person (let’s be honest, neither of us is cool alright). When I first joined and got to know you, man I thought you were the most edgy, cool person ever, and I never thought we’d come to the point in our friendship we’re at right now. Wishing you all the best in university and life!!

The best way to run the blog is to have at least six admins, so we’re hiring! As excited as we are to be requiting a new admin, please make sure you fit the following requirements so we can run the blog as smoothly as possible.

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Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt

Chapter Title: Heavy breathing and some paintbrushes

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Jace Lightwood x Clary Fray

Request: Shadowhunters, pairing of your choice and “I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth” or “We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way” -> Second one will be featured in chapter two

Warnings: pffff just a lot of cuteness

A/N: Summery: I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth. This and paint. A lot of paint.

Heeello people of the Internet!
I’m back with a Shadowhunters Fanfiction. It’s about my favorite couple Jace and Clary because I HATE waiting for the next episode. Yes, I am a fan of the show. Even though I read the books! Shocker? Not really.Anyway, happy reading!Ps. This got out of hand. I planned something different but apparently Clace has a mind of their own plus excuse my rusty skills and potential mistakes, English is not my first language. Keep the requests coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x)


Originally posted by go0dvibes-420

Clary knew she was lucky to call a room in the institute her own.  She lost track of the weeks she had woken in the ridiculously large and soft bed that was equipped with about 10 pillows Clary didn’t even need. The room had a dresser and even a balcony, so there wasn’t anything to complain about. Almost.  It just didn’t look like Clary’s room. Everything was way too organized, tidied up and the absence of drawings was scandalous.  So she had asked Alec whether it was alright for her to mix it up a little bit.
‘’If you have to.’’ Was all she got together with an eye roll.

That’s how she got herself into this mess. Clary was dressed into black leggings and a old shirt that was no longer white but splashed by seemingly dozens of colors.  Her hair was in a messy ponytail and her room looked like a color bomb exploded. Alec hadn’t said how far she was allowed to go, but she decided for herself that colored walls would make her feel much more…homely.  One of the walls had already been painted a bright red, Clary had let that dry and painted a rune over it. She didn’t know what it stood for but her thoughts quickly shifted to the wall facing her bed.
‘’What the hell are you doing?’’ ,called an amused voice from the door, startling her.
She turned around, facing Jace as he took in the mess that was her room.
‘’Well what does it look like?’’,she replied turning back trying to figure out what to do the next wall.
‘’Alec is going to kill you’’
Jace chuckled while carefully entering her room, trying to avoid any colors.
‘’ He told me it was okay, actually.’’ , Clary mumbled while placing her hands on her hips ., and idea forming in her head.
‘’He did? And what kind of rune is that supposed to be?’’, he asked with incredibility and pointed at the black rune on the red wall.
‘’I don’t know I just drew it.’’
Clary was way too focused on her next move for her to notice Jace’s frowning. After staring at it for a few seconds he shifted his attention back to Clary.
‘’So you didn’t like your room. Why didn’t you just change it to another?’’
Clary sighed and raised an eyebrow, turning back to Jace.
‘’It’s not like I don’t like it. It’s just…not me. And anyway, any room here looks like this one. ‘’
She eyed his outfit, secretly admiring how his T-Shirt fitted his muscular chest before handing him a paintbrush.
‘’If you’re gonna criticize me some more at least make yourself useful.’’
She smiled has he took the brush and carried the paint buckets a little farther away from the targeted wall.
‘’I gotta go change if your appearance is anything to go by.’’, he stated before rushing back to his room and coming back in some sweatpants.  Literally,  only sweatpants.
‘’That doesn’t bother you, does it?’’, Jace challenged Clary and eying her provocatively.
Well, crap. What did she get herself into?
‘’Why should it.’’

Jace wasn’t stupid. He knew about the effect he had on women. But really, he didn’t mean to irritate Clary in that way. He had noticed that she had been pretty tense the last few days since Simon didn’t answer her calls anymore. She worried. Then she found out  the werewolves were trying to find her and Alec had been giving her a hard time as well. Jace wasn’t supposed to care, but he did. He tried not to, by the angels, he really did. She was better off without the mundane anyway and they all were able to protect her from the werewolves. But most importantly, and that was pretty much the reason why he decided to do what he was doing, he cared about her. That little,sassy redhead got into his head, messed up his life and irritated his heart.  He might be feeling obligated to help her as a protector of the human world, but really, he wanted to help her.
So he decided they both could use some fun.

Clary lied. Oh god she lied. It did bother her. Jace was attractive, extremely attractive she might add. Seeing him in his shadowhunter gear did things to her stomach she wouldn’t label.
But seeing him shirtless, all the fading runes visible on his toned body did things to much lower regions.  
Clary coughed, realizing she just creepily stared at him burning back to face the wall.
‘’ I just don’t want it in one color. I want it sprinkled. ‘’
She looked at him trying to see if he understood.
‘’So basically, we’re gonna splash different kinds of colors on the wall, got it?’’
Jace nodded, grinning.
‘’I guess that’s what mundanes call modern art, right?’’
Clary snorted.
‘’Shadowhunters, too.  Try to hit the wall and not any furniture!’’
‘’I had target training since I was 1, Clary.’’, Jace stated cockily getting ready to do the first splash.
Clary went first , oddly fascinated with how the paint met the wall and slowly forming a pattern.
It didn’t take long until throwing paint turned into a competition of who created the best pattern.
‘’Mine is definitely the prettiest, look at that aestetic!’’ , Jace argued trying to convince the laughing Clary that his green paint was after all a snake with three heads.
‘’No way! ‘’ She stood right in front of the wall pointing at Jace’s ‘snake’ .
‘’How is this-Oh!’’

There was a whole minute of silence before Jace bursted out laughing.
He fucking threw paint at her.
‘’You did not, Jace Lightwood !’’
Clary had an eye closed, out of reflex because the paint had landed in her face.
‘’Now you are a fine piece of art !’’ Jace hold his stomach laughing , fully enjoying Clary’s shocked expression that slowly turned into a determined one.
‘’Don’t you ever challenge a Fray!’’
Jace blinked once and there was paint all over his naked torso.
A huge grin was forming on his lips, eying Clary like a lion would eye is prey.
‘’Remember, you asked for this!’’
He  dipped his hands in a bucket full of paint, chasing the screaming (but laughing Clary) through the room until he sneaked his hands around her hips, pressing them onto her stomach, painting her former white shirt even more colorful.
Clary struggled lightly against Jace’s hold, but really, she was way too indulged in the feeling of his hands pressed against her body.
‘’You say what?’’,Jace breathed into her ear, making her shiver.
‘’Don’t ever challenge a Fray!’’
Clary drew the paintbrush across his face ,snickering.
He let go of her rubbing his eyes.
‘’You’re such a pain in the ass, Clarissa !’’, he growled before pressing her against the freshly sprinkled wall. He hold her tight, watching her as she kept on laughing and supporting her hands on his chest.
He smiled softly, loving to see her so carefree.
It wasn’t until Clary had stopped laughing that both realized in what compromising position they were in.
She swallowed slightly, feeling his naked skin under her fingertips. Feeling his heartbeat.
Their eyes met.

Clary licked her lips involuntarily, causing Jace to press his lower body tighter against hers. Jace couldn’t focus on anything else but Clary’s lips. They looked so soft and perfect. He had imagined numerous times how she would taste. Fierce maybe, with a taste of vanillin and something that was so Clary.
He felt like he was able to hear her heart beating violently and he could have sworn that he just moaned.
Clary’s eyelids fluttered while she melted against his hard body. She was all soft and curves where he was hard and edgy.
She could feel his face coming closer.
‘’I’ve won.’’,he murmured with a lascivious smile looking at her like she was the finest piece of art the world had ever seen.
Clary didn’t even feel the need to disagree, if losing meant that Jace looked at her like that, she would gladly lose every time.
He put his right hand up, cradling her cheek and slightly touching her lips with his thumb.
Her breath caught in her throat, slightly opening her lips she could feel his hot breath against her lips.
He was so close.
So close.
‘’ Clary! We need you and Jace for…Oh.’’

Clary winced when she saw Isabelle bursting into her room because she was facing the door.
I will kill her. I will kill her.  She repeated in her head over and over again while studying Jace.
He closed his eyes, exhaling loudly before looking intensively into her eyes.
We’re not finished here , it said.
Jace then slowly  turned around.
‘’Yes, Isabelle?’’, he grumbled lowly.
‘’I –ah oh sorry. Well, that makes it easier though.’’ The perplexed expression on the pretty brunettes face changed into a smug one.
‘’We need you for a mission. You two. C’mon it requires a lot of planning!’’
She turned around, but stopped for a second to say:
‘’I like what you did here’’ before rushing out of the door.
Whether she meant her messy room or the almost lip-lock action that almost took place, Clary didn’t know.


Before you close the tab, know that this is going to get a second chapter where we will find out about this mission Izzy cockblocked our fave couple for. So keep tuned !

Also, hope you enjoyed it. If you wanna make me happy leave a like and reblog it ! :)

Update: 13.2.16 . Second chapter will be up today !


So, this is a subject I’ve been wanting to talk about for a while but it keeps not happening for some reason. That said, I think this is hands down THE most important skill you can have when dealing with paganism, polytheism, magic, witchcraft, or anything else that involves woo. It’s also extremely handy in muggle matters, too. We often hear about its importance, but we rarely get much more than that. I’m going to attempt to talk about what discernment is, why it’s important, and might even succeed in coming up with a couple ways to hone it.

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Where you go, I follow

Originally posted by tinysofia

So I was having too much free time on my hands and this is the result. I`m not sure yet, is it going be 3-5 parts long or does it turn into a series. Do tell what you think. I have to give little credit for @princess-of-erebor1992 who helped me figure out the town´s name, ( so it isn´t mine originally ) and how to proceed with this. Thank you sweetheart!

Warnings: none

Pairing: Thorin x reader 

Again, english isn´t my first language so any mistakes / errors that are occured grammatically, I`m sorry. You have been warned. Enjoy!   

part 1 part 2 part 3

Sun was already going down when you reached borders of The Shire. You sighed and pulled your dark green cloak´s hood over your head, hoping that either you reach your destination before midnight or find somewhere safe enough to make camp. How in the world you ended up into this situtation in the first place? Oh yes…..thanks to a certain wizard, that`s how. Honestly, why he had to come and ruin your happy life you had managed to built in Ered Luin. As your horse continued to walk steadily towards the woods, your mind wandered back to the time when you first met your fiance and your friendship started to form.


You walked down the busy cobblestoned street middle of the human town looking around. Everyone was busy doing their own business, small shops settled alongside the street were open for today and the noise what came from people who were buzzing with each other made your head spin.
You liked visiting in the markets but it was also very exhausting because you weren´t exactly someone who enjoyed the massive crowds but you needed a new weapon, so here you were, navigating throught it as best as you could, hoping to find what you are looking for so you can get back on the road.

You were so deep in your own mind that you didn´t pay much of attention where you were going. Suddenly you bumped into something hard…..and sturdy.
“I´m sorry, didn´t mean to……” you started looking up to see what or who did you stumble upon to. But you never get to finish your sentence because your breath is caught up in your throat.The person turnes to look at you with the most piercing and beautiful sapphire blue eyes you´ve ever seen. Raven black locks sway lightly at the morning breeze and you can´t help but to stare at the stranger right in the eyes like you´re under a spell.
“The fault is mine, my lady, I shouldn´t stand in the middle of the road.”  a velvety, baritone voice said making you shiver. Apparently your silent mouth-open, eyes wide-stare got him worried, because he then touched your shoulder giving it a light squeeze. “Are you alright, my lady?”  This snapped you back to reality and offered him a shy smile. “Yes…..I´m alright. I´m sorry if I stared at you. It was very rude of me.”  A stranger chuckled quietly, dropping his hand of your shoulder. “May I ask your name?”
Looking up a little surprised and hesitated for a moment before answering. “Y/N, at your service. And you are….? If I may ask?”

“Thorin Oakenshield, at yours.”
he answered slightly bowing his head. Thorin? No…..The Thorin?? Your whole body stiffened at the realization of who was standing in front of you.  "No way……“ you spoke out loud before you could bite your tongue. The second those two words came out of your mouth, you slapped your left hand over it taking a step back. Thorin smirked and was clearly amused by your reaction. ” I assume you know who I am then.“  You let out a small sound that was something between a squeal and a groan. ”…..yes…..You are the heir to the throne of Erebor, son Thrâin, son of Thrôr.“ you said, starting to fiddle the hem of your tunic. God, you couldn`t remember the last time you were this nervous.  ” And you are one of the Rangers of the North.“
You were shocked at first, that Thorin would recognise you as a ranger. But then again….your clothes were the first clue. Dark green trousers, black leather boots, green shirt matching your cloak, which was held by cloak-clasp shaped like a 6-pointed star. Your bow in your back was also quite unique looking which also told Thorin that you were little more than just another daughter of Men. Look on his face was curious as his gaze wandered over you slowly. "I´m little curious…..What a ranger like yourself is doing here?”

You bit your lower lip, you weren´t sure if you wanted to tell him how you managed to lose your sword while fighting your way out of Rohan. Damn those orcs. You heard about this town from a fellow rangers, telling that Caryd Luin had the best weapons, mainly because they were made by dwarves. The town located near Ered Luin or Blue Mountains as race of Men liked to called it. Thorin was patiently waiting for you to answer him. Sighing you threw your head back looking up to the sky for a moment and finally decided to tell him why you were there. He listened without interrupting you. When you finished, he lifted one of his eyebrows. “Why you are so embarrassed by it? Even the greatest and the most skilled warriors can lose their weapons in the heat of battle… me, it can happen even to the best of us.” Thorin comfort you. Why he was doing that? He doesn´t know you. He´s not obligated to do that to a mere stranger. Why would he take his time to make you feel better, it was beyond your understanding.
Thorin turned his back on you and started to walk away but stopped after few steps and looked back at you. “Are you coming?”   “What?” you blinked not quite understanding why you should follow him. You looked around the people who weren´t paying attention to the two of you. Great, if you needed help, count them out. “You need a new sword. I can help you with that.” Thorin stated in a matter-of-fact way and started walking and you didn´t have much of a choice but to follow him. He knew this town better than you after all.

You followed him to the area where you could see one of the blacksmith´s forgery was located. Silently you followed Thorin inside and felt little uneasy at first. “So….what kind of sword you had in mind?” Thorin asked walking towards the worktop taking out a parchment and a piece of charcoal. “What?” you stared at him bewildered expression on your face. Did you hear him correctly? “What kind of sword did you have in mind?” he repeated turning to look at you. Was he gonna….no way….really? Oh yes he was. The Thorin Oakenshield was going to forge you a sword. You couldn´t believe your luck. “Ummm….the kind of sword that I`m able to wield with ease, I suppose. I don´t like it to be too heavy or too long, given that I´m kind a small person.” you tapped your chin while answering and looked how Thorin made notes. “So you prefer short sword?” he asked glancing up from the parchment before continued writing. You nodded letting your gaze taking in Thorin´s appearance. He was surpisingly tall for a dwarf, his beard was short and you saw at least two silver beads fastened into his braids. His arms were muscular enough, tell-tale sign of the strength that was hiding under that skin. His broad chest almost beckoning you to kiss and caress it, sturdy middle and strong tights….Oh, he was one fine looking male, his whole demeanor screaming “I´m alpha, don´t mess with me.” It almost made you want to moan out loud.

Someone clearing his throat got you  back from thinking the most inappropriate thoughts and you focused your eyes on Thorin´s face. The look on his face told you that he had caught your gaze and knew exactly what you were thinking. Your face turned almost crimson and lowered your eyes trying to avoid his intense stare. For Valar´s sake girl! Get a hold of yourself! This is not the time or the place to crave that hot and sinfully handsome dwarf prince like you are some lovesick yearling.

You haven´t noticed that when you were having  your little daydream, Thorin had also let his gaze wander over you again, now that he had more time and there wasn´t dozen or so humans walking around him forcing him to be aware of his surroundings. You were small, only about Thorin´s height and quite slender. Your long Y/H/C hair falling down your back in light waves. Thorin also noticed that althought you were slim, you still had curves and all in the right places which made Thorin painfully aware of the stirring in his trousers. And that blush on your face was quite cute in his eyes. There was no denying it, there was definitely a mutual attraction between you two. He felt a strong pull like flame attracted a moth to fly into it. “What did I get myself into this time?”  Thorin thought to himself looking at you with dilated pupils feeling his heart rate quickening. Shaking his head he turned his attention back to the parchment and tried to calm himself. This was going to be a very long day.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for learning Japanese?

After 5 years of working as an English teacher, I’ve found that everyone learns differently so there’s no one “go to” method that will work.

However, I have told students, parents, other teachers, etc. for years that these three things are necessary to succeeding in foreign language acquisition (and anything for that matter):

  • Desire. You have to want to learn this language, and want to learn it badly enough that you’ll be willing to actively put in the work to do so. Don’t learn a language just to learn it, but do it because there’s something you want to do with that language. “I want to watch subtitle-less anime” is a perfectly legitimate reason, for example. Another, which is even better if you can simulate the conditions for it, is “I need to be able to communicate in order to live.” You just need a real, quantifiable goal to work toward. This is important because if you don’t have a clear idea of what you want to do with the language you’re learning, it will make the next step really hard.
  • Progress. Like anything else, people are more motivated to continue if they don’t feel like they’re pushing a boulder in place. This is where your Desire comes in–did you want to learn Japanese so that you could read manga in its original format? Well, try reading some manga raws and see how much you can manage to read. Keep coming back to that manga during your studies and note when you’re able to read more than you could before. Then, once you can finally read it completely, you will feel extremely accomplished and proud of yourself, which ties into the third point.
  • Confidence. I know some people who study and study and study Japanese, but they don’t ever get beyond a certain level of skill because they don’t challenge themselves. You can study forever, but if you never turn off the subtitles, or talk to a Japanese person who doesn’t know English, or whatever, you will stagnate. Why don’t people do this? Well, because they’re terrified of messing up. The thing is, mistakes are not the worst thing ever–they’re momentarily awkward, sure, but if you make note of where you mess up (possibly with the help of someone correcting you), then you actually learn something. I will never again forget that 残高 is read with kunyomi rather than onyomi like it normally would be because I messed it up talking about my school lunch account once and got gently corrected by a music teacher. I write all my internal work emails in Japanese now, and I ask my coworkers to let me know if there’s a better way to phrase certain things. Basically, you need the confidence in yourself to be able to make mistakes, because otherwise, there will always be a limit to what you can learn on your own. Learning and learning languages especially is a communal activity–language is communication, after all! So don’t isolate yourself, thinking that you will never make an attempt until you’re perfect, because that day will never come.

I’m sure there’s some legitimate techniques that you could use to improve as well, but I think that unless you have this kind of philosophy in place (or you’re a genius), you’ll end up plateauing.

Heads up black americans

Black People from Caribbean countries also get told we have no culture, because whether you’re from french caribbean, spanish caribbean , dutch caribbean or the english caribbean countries your culture is viewed as a immitation of a great more prominent culture. Your culture is hardly viewed as an independent culture of its own. “Its not really a culture you created yourself, its really british/spanish/french culture.” 

Black People from the caribbean don’t know where in Africa we from either. We are not more knowledgeable or more conscious than you. Alot of us went through or is still going through that phase where we distance ourselves from anything african. Some of us will die not accepting our ancestry because anti-blackness & anti-africanness is world wide. Try telling a Jamaican, Bahamian or Guyanese etc their african and watch them freak out…” Mi nuh one of ‘em”

Black people from the caribbean go through “melting pot” bullshit, yep. The caribbean is a lot more diverse than the media lets on. The caribbean has a quite sizeable chinese, white, latino (i know its inclusive of alot of ethicities) and indian population, with a small indigenious population also. So black people who are noticibly mixed with any of these races think their a black of a better quality.Trying to find a Miss Jamaican/bahamas/trinidad/barbados etc who isnt mixed is a challenege, because that still considerated the height of beauty. Becuase even though black people makeup the majority of the caribbean, blackness is still hated and looked down upon. White people who stayed behind after slavery still have the most money, they make up like less than 10% of the caribbean and they have 90% of the wealth. 

Black people from the caribbean also go through colorism. The lighter the skin the more you are considered beautiful, inteligent, wealthy and capable being in charge. Yes the majority is dark or medium toned skilled but being “high yellow” or “brown” is still what many strive for; i know you’ve heard the songs about it. People will mixed up batches of dangerous chemicals that consist of hair perm (lye) & actual bleach to lighten their skin. 

Black people from the caribbean have different accents/dialects and these accents are actually hated. We don’t all speak the quasi-jamaican rambles that you’ve seen portrayed on tv and in movies. If you’ve been there long enough you can actually hear the differences in how we speak. These accents are looked down upon and considered low class, when i came to america my mom begged we to pick up the accent because it sounded more ‘proper’ even the AAVE. When i got to go to an american school everyone who didnt make fun of me for speaking jamaican actually thought my accent sounded cool which is something i wasnt used to. “I chat bad,” was ingrained in me. Alot of us don’t even speak a variation of english. Completely different languages are spoken in the non-english speaking countries. 

We hate each other:
Though we for the most part are all black people who went through relatively the same struggles of colonialism, slavery, labour riots, racism, lack of representation in politics, we cant agree for nothing. Most of the caribbean can’t stand jamaicans or atleast have a negavity view of jamaicans “ too violent, too loud, too proud.” Barbadian and Jamaicans hate each other. People from the Cayman Islands and the Bahamas think they’re better than everybody. Everybody and they mama look down on haitians. etc, its a whole mess and we practically the same people with the same history. Its all dumb as fuck. West indians are so hard headed. 

We contributed to african american culture: Yeah, either directly as immigrants or indirectly through the media. yeah alot the afroecntric movement of the 60s and of the 90s was from caribbean influences. I aint even gone talk about Bob Marley’s contribution, its been said. If you look in the wikipedia of alot of legendary African American actors, musicians and celebrities alike you’ll see that either they immigrated or their parents immigranted from the caribbean. We actually go through alot of the same issues you go through regarding race. I like to think we’re “central americans”, kinda too american for non americans but not enough for actual americans. 

With You Went So Much Of Me (Jace Lightwood Imagine)

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Jace x Reader

Request: Hey I love your blog I was wondering if you could do a TVseries!Jace/reader where the reader is helping on a mission to help save Clary’s mom but the get kidnapped and Jace get really worried that he lost her forever then when they find her he gets all emotion on the reader and is like I love you and your never leaving my eye sight ever again oh, and this request is already a gif so it isnt my idea so just letting you know so you don’t get in trouble. I really just added a few extras that i want @ vitalanidragonbane 


Sometimes saying ‘I love you’ isn’t that easy, but if you experience what it feels like to lose that person…suddenly it is.

Warnings: kidnapping, slight torture (not graphic), blood

Words: 1.979



This was a requested TVShow!Jace imagine

I rated it M just to be on the safe side but it’s nothing too bloody or too nasty. So don’t worry.

Happy Reading!

Also sorry for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language lol. Keep the requests coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x) and

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Commitment had never been something that Jace had considered for himself. Dating or being in a serious relationship had never been an option before, knowing that what he felt for the girl laying next to him was nowhere near love. It had always been fun. But he could live without them. So when you had come around he had been more than blown away by the feelings that surely but steadily rose inside of him. Your wit and your sass amused him, you were more than capable to counter his teasing and arrogance. Fast forward you two had become an item , you’ve never talked about being in a relationship, but it was pretty clear for you and everyone else that you belonged together. And Jace’s single-mingle lifestyle was over.

Clary Fray was the reason the Clave had sent you to support the New York institute, Clary Fray was the reason you had met Jace, and Clary Fray was the reason that you got abducted.

‘’Alright, if I see anyone not sticking to the plan I will ensure that this person is never taking place in any kind of mission ever again.’’
Alec Lightwood’s eyes lingered on you for a few seconds too long to be subtle. He was Jace’s parabatai, adoptive brother and hopelessly in love with him. Hence the reason he didn’t quite like you. You couldn’t even blame him, you probably would have hated yourself just the same. How Jace couldn’t figure out Alec’s true feelings was beyond you. But it wasn’t on you to inform him.
‘’Give us a break , Alec. Sticking to the plan is not always the best way to go.’’, Jace spoke up while drawing several runes on your arm.
You had been given the tip that there was a group of vampires that supported Valentine’s plans. Apparently the rest of them feared those, or at least saw that as a problem. You were supposed to meet up with a few , get new information concerning the group of vampires that support Valentine and concerning the location of Clary’s mother. You had a bad feeling about that. But the minute you had voiced your concern Alec had quickly disagreed, simply because it came from you. Since then nobody took you serious. But your gut feelings were always right. So you had alarmed your own parabatai and a few friends in secret, just in case something would happen. They’d be your backup and the others didn’t know.
‘’Stick to the plan, Jace.’’, was all Alec said before you all followed him out the front door, heading to the meet up location.

The minute you stepped into the underground warehouse you felt the uneasiness increasing, clearly sensing that something was wrong. But the formation of 5 vampires a few feet away kept you from voicing your concerns out loud.
At first everything went smoothly , the vampires did provide you with information and there were no signs of attack. But a minute later you felt the odd sensation of being watched. You shared a subtle look with Isabelle whose demon-sensing necklace pulsed. The minute Jace and Alec realized what that meant hell broke loose. You counted at least three different demon species making it incredible difficult to focus in their special skills. There were so many that you had to split up knowing well enough that this was the stupidest thing you could do. Especially when you realized that the vampires were watching the scene without being attacked. So it had been a trap!
You had followed a shapeshifter down to some dark corridor, killed it and then realized that you were caught in a dead end alley . An insanely beautiful man with long silver hair appeared around a corner, showing off a playful smile.
‘’That’s how we meet again,Y/N.’’
Noah. His name was Noah.
When Seelis were Isabelle’s weak spot, Noah was yours.
Or at least he had been.
‘’Be a good girl and come with me and no one gets hurt.’’
He came closer and closer.
You tried to back away but there was no room left. You two might have history but that obviously didn’t matter right now.
‘’What do you want?’’
‘’For you to tell me where the cup is. We know that the little Fray found it. And you know where.’’
You swallowed but kept your expression blank.
You did. But you would never tell.
You knew that he could hear your heartbeat so lying was no option.
‘’I won’t tell.’’, you simply said, being rewarded with a cold smile.
‘’Oh yes you will.’’
He dashed forward and before you blacked out you screamed Jace’s name.

Jace couldn’t remember when he had ever felt this scared. Hearing your high pitched scream and then not being able to find you did things to him he couldn’t name. He was filled with rage, with anger and fear . Rage because you had been right and those vampires had lied, anger because he couldn’t protect you even though you yelled for his help and fear because him losing you was closer than ever before. He wasn’t delusional, if the group of vampires that supported Valentine had you, you wouldn’t come out alive. You would be tutored and then killed. And judging by your loyalty you wouldn’t spill the hideout of the cup, you would rather die. And that scared the hell out of him because he couldn’t lose you. If he did, he would lose himself. And damnit, he didn’t even tell you that he loved you.
So the sheer terror that was pulsing through his body promised to kill everyone that would get into his way of saving you.

When you woke up you felt yourself tied up against a wall. Why couldn’t it be a chair? Your legs felt like pudding and the bright light didn’t help either.
‘’Morning, beauty.’’, Noahs voice spoke up making your eyes focus on him. He stood behind another vampire, a woman though, who observed you curiously.
‘’Y/N Y/L/N , right?’’, she spoke up making a hand signal for Noah to leave her alone.
It was only you and her, and even though she looked kind of innocent and kind, you could see the masquerade that she was putting on.
‘’I’ve heard a lot about you. Noah assured me that you would cooperate since you’re…quite fond of the downworlders. ‘’,she smiled slightly.
‘’And If not…’’,she caressed your neck with one of her fingers.
‘’I’ll get myself a little taste of heaven.’’
That made you freeze. Having someone drink your blood was your worst nightmare. Noah knew. And of course he had spilled your secret. You had been attacked by a vampire when you were little, since then you didn’t necessarily feared them but you feared being bitten by them.
‘’So, sweetheart, tell me where the mortal cup is.’’

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you woke up in that room for the first time.
Hours, probably.
You didn’t talk. You really didn’t want to be responsible for the world’s end. So revealing the cups placement was no option.
It didn’t take long for Angie, the vampire, to figure that out. And it didn’t take long until she bit you for the first time.
Shadowhunter blood was partly angel, a real delicacy.
It was pure torture for you. But you’d be damned if you misused the trust that Clary had put into you.
You were born a Shadowhunter, raised as one and were proud to be one.
You would rather die than betray that.
Somewhere during the next bite you felt your conscious giving up to a deep blackness, the blood loss taking a toll on your body. You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want to leave your parabatai or Jace alone, but the pain your were in made you pray that it would be over soon.
Jace. You never told him you loved him. Did anyone ever tell him that they did?

‘’Y/N, wake up!’’
You heard a voice from far away, combat noises and upset orders.
The first thing you felt was that you were no longer tied upwards but laying against someone’s chest. There were hands all over your body, upset whispers at your ear and soft lips against your hair.
You tried to open your eyes but everything was so damn bright and you were so tired.
But no matter how badly your head hurt right now, you would always feel the presence of your parabatai .
And Jace. You would always feel Jace.
The scent surrounding you was his, the arms around your body his and the muffled voice belonged to him.
‘’Y/N, love please. Come back to me. Don’t leave me alone.’’
His voice sounded tearfully and the sheer look of horror on his face when you opened your eyes signalized you that you probably looked the way you felt like.
‘’Jace…amissio rune…’’, your voice was faint, feeling like you could slip away any minute.
You knew the iratze rune wouldn’t work on you but the amissio rune cured blood loss . And that was definitely something you needed really badly.
‘’Yeah-yeah you’re right. Hold up.’’
Jace was a piece of mess not able to think clearly. When he saw you hanging there , your shirt drenched in your own blood he had never felt so hopelessly and scared. He thought you were dead. And that thought alone ripped a piece of his heart out.
He hurriedly drew the rune on your shoulder knowing it was painful. But you didn’t even flinch and that made him realize how close to death you actually were.
Almost instantly you felt at least a little better.
You probably should have paid attention to the fighting going on around you but all you could focus on was Jace.
‘’I didn’t tell .’’, you smiled proudly widening your eyes when he laughed shortly before a tear ran down his cheek. Jace cried? When did Jace ever cry?
You lifted your arm under immense exhaustion leaning your hand against his cheek.
‘’Do you have any idea how scared I was? I heard you screaming. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this.’’
He leaned down a little to kiss your forehead.
‘’I love you . I love you so much and I thought I had lost you. I could feel you slipping away from me and by the angels, Y/N, I have never been this scared before. Don’t you dare leave me if you stop waking up next to me every morning I won’t be able to survive.’’
This didn’t sound like Jace at all, all the arrogance and the sass was gone, he was completely bare.
And he loved you!
You smiled reassuringly at him feeling your heart ache.
‘’I love you too, Jace. I thought I wouldn’t get to tell you that ever. I love you so much oh god.’’
You were crying. This all was just too much and you were so tired.
He struggled with tears himself and held you close to his body. The noises around you had died down and you heard your parabatai sobbing. You shot her a thankful and reassuring smile before you curled up in Jace’s arms.
‘’Can we go home?’’,you murmurmed shivering shortly before you felt yourself getting lifted. Jace carried you out the building in bridal style.
‘’Yes my love. I swear you’re never leaving my eye sight again. Or do you want to be responsible for my broken heart?’’
You had to laugh, sniffling a little before you closed your eyes.
‘’Cuff yourself to me. Then we’ll never get separated.’’
That made him laugh and your parabatai giggle who was following you shortly behind.
Your head laid against his heart, listening to the steady beating.
Who would have thought that you would capture Jace Lightwood’s heart?


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