ooo look what i found in my drafts *v* ♥ ((some shots from the old RFA Meets MC’s Ex series))
i know you’re all waiting for a speedpaint video from me but every time i try to record my photoshop lags so much O<-< my pc can’t handle both adobe cc and recording programs at the same time aaaa kajshds
I’m crying, my mom just came home to visit, while I was watching one of YOI’s episodes, and she got to the last minute so of course the ending was already playing. I went to the kitchen to get her something to drink, and so I didn’t bother to stop the episode, minutes later I hear her yell from across the room, “okay who’s that handsome boy that appeared just now?”, so I was like “which one, the white hair or black hair boy?”, but she was like “no, no! that blond one with the beautiful green eyes and smile”… AND I WAS LIKE “OHH YOU MEAN CHRIS… WAIT CHRIS??!”…
So yeah it was all coincidence but the first time my mom comes and sees something related to YOI, the first thing she starts to love is freaking Christophe Giacometti, yeah I’m proud.
How many cookies would it take to bribe you into telling me a story, Bucky? They're homemade, and any story will do.
all of them. i will tell you the story while i wait for all of the cookies.
once upon a time, a little shit decided to go fight nazis.
usually when i start a story that way, its a steve story. but this time its a me story.
i too fought nazis, my friend, and it was not fun at all. it turns out nazis dont like being fought, and will fight back. this caused us a great deal of stress and trenchfoot.
as you may or may not know, my nazi fighting buddies were called the howling commandoes. we had a reputation as being ‘howling mad’ which most people assumed is where our name came from.
it is not.
so shortly after we’d signed up as steves unit, we got sent out on a sort of breaking-in mission. it was supposed to be a pretty routine just-behind-enemy-lines gig, mostly to see how we’d do as a team. at that point, we were the first ‘integrated’ squad under american command, so they wanted to be sure we were up to snuff. basically they sent us a few miles into a relatively lightly-fortified occupied area to blow up a few supply trucks. it went pretty smoothly. we were still getting to know each other, a bit. we’d met in the hydra camp in austria and bonded pretty well there but it wasnt like we were sitting around doing icebreaker questions. so on that first mission we spent a lot of time chatting, getting a better feel for each other as people. like summer camp, but with more potential for death, and shooting of nazis, explosions, and overgrown science experiments in spangly pants.
so maybe not like summer camp at all. i wouldnt know, i never went to summer camp.
anyways, we blew up the supply trucks and we were headed back towards base when we came across a nice little stream. most of us were pretty dirty, so we agreed to take a few minutes, strip down and wash up. the area we were in was supposed to be secure; it was a slightly disputed border area, but it had been safely in allied hands for months. probably it wasn’t the smartest call, but sometimes you get dirt places you never wanted dirt and are willing to literally risk death to get rid of that dirt.
we left our gear in a little stand of trees on the far side of the stream and washed up.
at this point, dumdum dougan was establishing his reputation as the Toughest Guy Ever, which was a rough gig when one of your squadmates is captain america, who literally walks off bullet wounds like a moron. nevertheless, dumdum had the mustache and was determined to be the manliest man around, so when the rest of us got in, clean, and back out as fast as we could manage, because the water was freezing, dumdum decided to prove how macho he was by pretending he wasnt cold at all, and the rest of us were wimps.
naturally, the rest of us thought he was ridiculous. we were all pretty much dressed and good to go, and dumdum was still sitting in an ice-cold stream in april, bragging about how tough he was. i, being a little shit, covertly suggested we play a little prank.
so the rest of us finished gearing up, then grabbed his things and started running. his pack, his gun, his boots…all his clothes except his hat, which was hanging off the handle of a knife he’d stuck in the tree. we knew he’d stop to get the hat, and that gave us a head start.
as soon as we started running, dumdum came out of the stream after us, and as expected, stopped to get his hat and knife. we had a decent head start, and he was yelling at the top of his lungs after us. we were all laughing our heads off, because he looked like a complete idiot, running after us brandishing a knife, in nothing but a bowler hat.
unbeknownst to us, a nazi squad had been sneaking through the woods ahead of us, and were setting up an ambush on one of our transport trucks. they were all tucked away in the underbrush, waiting for the transport to get close enough, and had just popped out of the shrubbery and fired their first couple shots.
which was approximately when a ragtag-looking, still-wet group of cackling maniacs led by the bastard child of paul bunyan and lady liberty burst out of the treeline, being chased by an angry naked man in a bowler hat with a knife.
there was a very long moment when everyone stopped shooting at everyone else and stared at us.
and then everyone went back to shooting at everyone else. but the ambush was angled to ensnare the transport coming up the road. we came from behind them, and they had pretty much no cover from our angle. as soon as we realized we’d run into a combat zone, we dropped the gear and started shooting. steve used the dinner platter of justice and cleared out about four nazis at once, and dumdum got the worlds unluckiest nazi with his knife. poor guy. there’s not a whole lot worse than your last sight on earth being a naked dumdum dougan.
we’d unintentionally provided a perfect distraction, and the transport had time to regroup and return fire. between us, the ambush was taken care of in a few minutes.
but the thing was, we’d broken protocol by stopping to wash up, and as a shiny new unit still on probation, the last thing we wanted was to tell anyone what had actually happened.
so instead we told them that we’d known about the ambush and had decided to provide a distraction, and were just crazy enough that we thought the best way to do that was run howling straight into it. dumdum’s nudity was explained as a personal preference: the man just likes fighting nazis naked, sir, and you cant say it wasnt effective??
naturally, the story went everywhere and got bigger each time it was told. probably we should have gotten in tons of trouble but the story was such a morale booster that they let it slide.
and thats why we were called the howling commandoes.
DO NOT watch the video of Dylan arriving at the airport. I don’t care if you missed him, you can see him tomorrow night on Teen Wolf, when he CONSENTED to be filmed. I have not seen the video, but from what I’ve heard this asshole stalked Dylan at the airport, and got way too close to Dylan and his family, asking personal questions like “how did your surgery go?” Dylan was apparently very uncomfortable.
DO NOT watch the video, because the more views it gets, the more this asshole who took it will get paid for doing so. Paparazzi are despicable, how would you feel if people stalked you all the time, filming you constantly, waiting to ambush you at the airport, asking you personal medical information?
DO NOT support this asshole, DO NOT watch the video
what do you mean I have a new crush… it’s just your imagination ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
Yesterday I went to watch this movie for the second time, because I want to throw all my money to the ones who have made it, and also because I FREAKING LOVED IT. I could be like… 5 days talking about it nonstop, and I feel sorry for my friends who have to listen to me talk about this movie 24/7.
“That does not mean you love me. We have very different definitions of what love is. You might think you want me but you truly you don’t. You’re craving something physical with emotions that come with time. You think we can just pick up where we left off and hop back into a relationship. You’re lonely and have no one to confide in and since I am the only person left, you have chosen our relationship to romanticize. But we were truly never good together; we have given each other third and forth chances and still we are speaking two different languages. I am tired of trying to fight for something that is destined to fail.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1198 // just another long drawn out hypothetical conversation with my ex // excerptsofstories
Me, hitting myself with a broom over the head: Stop! Befriending people who are! So much better than you in every respect! Who are smarter, prettier, more productive, popular and successful! Stay in your fucking lane! You arrogant piece of shit! Trash like you! Doesn’t! Deserve! Their! Attention!
OKAY! HEY! I know it’s been forever. I’ve basically been running my blog off of a queue for the last couple months. Please bear with me… These last four classes are kicking my ass, BUT I finish school on FEBRUARY 28th and then I will be done FOREVER! Here a couple quick updates:
1. Private Lives Chapter 11 is in progress. Not gonna tell y’all what happens, BUT it’s exciting :)
2. Dean x (sorta) Reader, so far is 8,000 words. I love this fic and I can’t wait to share it with all of you. Let’s just say Dean’s gonna don a military uniform
3. I still have my list of fics/drabbles/oneshots. If you have requested from me for a celebration or otherwise, I am working on it!!
4. UMMM… I AM 42 FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 1,000. As many of you know, I started this little blog in March of last year, just wanting to look at Supernatural things and post a few stories. IT’S SO MUCH BIGGER THAN EXPECTED! SO, if I reach 1,050 by the time I graduate (AKA my one year on March 1) I WILL DO A BIG CELEBRATION.
So, I need your help, lovely followers cause I WANNA CELEBRATE!
I need to have joy in my life again, so I’m mushing together two things that make me happy.
Cloud’s hands shook as he watched the video of himself skating. He had been okay with Tifa recording it. She had always supported him, letting him into the rink when everything became too much, teaching him some stretches that could get him loosened up and focused, even making a huge sign for him during his failure of a Grand Prix Final.
He was not as okay with it being posted online. He watched the number below rise higher and higher, now past 100,000 views.
“Sorry,” Aerith, Tifa’s girlfriend, said, “I just thought it looked cool. I didn’t realize it was a big deal.” Cloud couldn’t respond, just let his hands shake.
It wouldn’t be half as embarrassing if he was in proper shape. And if he hadn’t clearly copied Sephiroth’s free program from the Grand Prix Finals.
Gods…he’s admired Sephiroth since he started to skate, always dreamed of skating with him…and his crush was so blatantly obvious now.
Cloud was never going out in public again.
“Oh…theres a battle going on in the comments,” Aerith said, “Oh my.” Cloud knew what he said.
Loser, can’t skate well when it matters.
Piggy packed on the pounds, didn’t he?
“Your fans look like they hope this means a comeback for you,” Aerith said, pointing. Cloud had to blink at them for a few seconds before he actually comprehended what he was reading.
We knew you could do it Cloud!
That’s the Cloud we love!
Cloud blushed. He definitely wasn’t going back in public again.
Cloud felt safe with his mother. While their little bed and breakfast could never compare to the official one in town, the beds were warmer and her cooking was much, much better.
Perhaps he had taken a little too much comfort in her cooking, but she didn’t mind.
“You always changed your weight so easily,” she said, “Up a little one week, skinny as a rail the next.”
He came back home and buried himself into folding towels. Trying to forget about the video, despite everyone in Nibelheim talking about it.
“Cloud!” his mom called, “we have a guest. He’s from way out of town. He wanted to use the bath, but I didn’t have towels. Deliver some when you have a pile for a room.”
“Okay Ma,” he said. He took a pile in his arms and headed up the stairs, inhaling the smell of his mother’s pork cutlet, his favorite. The guest had taken the Master bedroom, the one right next to Cloud’s.
He knocked once and waited. He knocked again. “Towels for you!” he called. Still no answer.
The Do not Disturb hadn’t been put up, so Cloud guessed they were out. He let himself in.
There were an awful lot of bags for their usual clientele. People usually only stayed for a few days to see the mako fountains. This guest looked like he was staying for a good while, for what though. There wasn’t much to do in Nibelheim.
“You must be Cloud.” Cloud felt his heart beat falter for a second.
He turned towards the bathroom, where the door was slightly ajar and steam was slowly seeping out. Lounging leisurely in the bathtub, long hair in a bun (not to mention naked as the day he was born) was him. Sephiroth. Smirking quietly, but serenely at him.
Cloud opened his mouth and made a quiet, strangled gasping noise. Sephiroth used the silence as an invitation to stand.
“I’m here to be your new coach,” Sephiroth said, pulling a clip out of his hair and letting it fall. Cloud just stood there with his jaw hanging.
“Could I have one of those, Cloud?” Sephiroth said. Cloud handed over a towel still silent. Then he set the pile on the bed and walked out.
“I’ll see you at dinner then!” Sephiroth said.
Cloud’s mother remained blissfully unaware of the fame their guest had. All she really knew was that he liked her cooking, which put him on her good side. She was the one who insisted Cloud stay and talk to Sephiroth, since he seemed to like Cloud too.
“Mmm,” Sephiroth said, “we don’t have food like this back in Midgar.” Mrs. Strife beamed.
“I used to make it for Cloud when he won his skating competitions,” she said. The very memory made Cloud’s insides curl up. He felt his appetite leaving him. Sephiroth noticed when he put down his fork.
“Are you going to finish that?” he asked. Cloud shook his head silently. Sephiroth pulled the bowl towards him and began eating out of that one too.
“Why?” Cloud said at long last, “why are you here?” Sephiroth swallowed and looked Cloud in the eye.
“I hadn’t felt inspired in skating for months,” Sephiroth said, “And then…I saw the video. Everyone did.” Cloud felt humiliated.
“It was beautiful,” Sephiroth said. Cloud blinked and looked up. Sephiroth’s hand curled over his, Sephiroth was leaning over closely.
“All the emotion, the passion, the sadness, the joy…I’ve fought so hard to feel those when I skate now…but you…you did it perfectly. So that’s why I’m here. To help you find that emotion…and win the Grand Prix if that’s your wish.” Sephiroth’s hand was suddenly under his chin and Cloud felt himself turning red.
“It is what you want…right?” Sephiroth’s voice was close to a purr. Cloud’s instinct was to jerk away.
“Am I being to forward?” Sephiroth asked, brows furrowing. Cloud mouth finally caught up to him.
“Yes,” he said, “Yes…Sephiroth, I do want that.” Sephiroth beamed at him.
“Excellent…but first things first…you have to get back in the shape you were in before you fell apart at Nationals.” With that, Sephiroth finished off the last of Cloud’s bowl of food.